account dedicated to those people who want to be the mother/father of their favorite characters.
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❝Motherhood: the exquisite inconvenience of being another person's everything.❞
┊🍃੭ ⁾⁾ *.Welcome to my blog :>
This is a safe heaven dedicated to those people who wish they could have raised their favorite characters.
Reader of any gender (it will be written in feminine terms in case it is not specified.)
ㅡ 🍀 -', ✿ .currently I write only for the fandom for naruto, jjk, snk, bnha, inuyasha, kimetsu no yaiba and dc (specifically the batfamily). but later I will write for more fandoms 🦢
[🌸] well! thank you everyone for giving so much love to this series! hoping you're enjoying this as far!
Summary: Perhaps the most important question is not; "How did you end up in this place?". it is; will you be able to finish the unfinished business that your self from this world left pending?.
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You sneezed. You bundled up more when a gentle gust of cold air hit you. Your hands felt cold even though they were inside the soft coat. Your body trembled despite being wrapped up.
"Are you okay?"
"Uh?", you blurted out. "Oh, yes, yes; don't worry", you reassured Zatanna gently as you returned your gaze to the list of things you needed to buy.
You had wanted to go buy some groceries for Laura's house. The sweet old lady had wanted to accompany you at first, but you stopped her, arguing that it would be better if you went alone. She resisted at first, but she calmed down when Zatanna offered to come along.
You gently turned your eyes to where the beautiful woman with black hair was. She was beautiful, well, that wasn't surprising, even in the comics, it was mentioned that she is so damn beautiful.
Although you didn't expect her to be that much – she looked like a magazine model. Upon reflection, you felt a bit jealous.
You returned your gaze to the list, this time a bit abruptly when you realized that Zatanna had turned to look at you.
She smiled, something told you that she knew you had been watching her. "Do you have everything?"
You blushed with embarrassment at your better judgment. "Yes", you muttered, still embarrassed to have been caught.
"Do you need help...?" She stopped speaking when a loud commotion was heard. You turned to see where the screams were supposed to come from.
Before you could even blink or speak, Zatanna stood in front of you protectively. Cowardly or prudently, you slipped even further behind her.
It seemed like someone had detonated what looked like a bomb inside one of the many buildings nearby. The raven-haired girl turned her head to look directly into your eyes. "Run and hide."
Your feet hesitated at the idea of leaving her alone, but Zatanna's determined and serious eyes made you see reason. You couldn't help her, the best thing you could do was run to a safe place so as not to be a hindrance.
You nodded after your brief moment of hesitation, and, without looking back, you ran to no particular place.
You heard when the fight began. With some curiosity but still gripped by panic, you turned your head slightly to see what Zatanna was fighting against, just to be impressed.
They seemed to be humans with masks of... clowns?
What...?
Why would someone wear clown masks...?
Oh.
You felt a chill run down your body as you realized who could be behind this. You turned to the right, thinking you would find the other side of the street, only to realize you had entered a dark alley with no way out. Your heart felt like it stopped as you tried to think of what to do. Leaving wasn't an option... it was too risky; someone could see you and...
Your body felt cold just thinking about what they could do to you. With some panic, you looked for a place to hide. Your gaze wandered for a few seconds until it settled on a trash container. Well, you could hide behind it. You ran to where would be your safe place for now. Even though it smelled bad, it seemed like the smell kept you sane at this moment.
It wasn't much, but it had to be enough for now.
You put a trembling hand over your mouth when you heard a loud bang. Maybe Zatanna had thrown someone in the air and what you heard was their body hitting the ground? You weren't sure, but honestly, you preferred that to be the case than something much worse.
A few minutes passed before everything stopped. Apparently, it was all over. Still feeling somewhat scared, you stood up from where you had been hiding to look at the street.
It looked like a disaster.
The silhouette of Zatanna approaching was all you needed to tell yourself that you were safe. Finally, it was over.
"There you are! Are you okay-?"
You were about to run to where she was to answer her, but a sudden explosion stopped you, sending both of you flying.
Your body fell harshly against the asphalt, and you groaned in pain from the impact. With your mind somewhat dazed, you prayed that you didn't have any broken bones. You were slowly losing consciousness, perhaps from the blow you had received on your head from the fall.
Some fear ran through your body when you heard a maniacal laugh in the distance.
But there wasn't much you could do. Before you could make any sound or move, your world turned black.
Apparently, today wasn't your lucky day.
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Damian smiled as you stroked the unruly locks on his head.
He knew the purpose of your touch wasn't to mess up his hair; that's why he didn't complain.
"Do you have everything?" you asked as you bent down to fix his uniform shirt. Today, he was going to school; the holidays had ended, marking the start of a new day at school.
Damian pretended to grimace, "You talk as if I were a little kid, sister."
Your small laugh made him undo his fake grimace, making him smile again.
"Well, it's better if you go, young man," you suggested before playfully pinching his nose, "you wouldn't want to be late like last time."
At your words, Damian huffed as a blush of embarrassment covered his slightly chubby cheeks, "That time was Dick's fault, not mine."
You hummed, "Whatever you say".
"Sister!"
Your laughter was the last thing he heard as he ran off to where he knew Alfred was waiting to take him to school, feeling in his chest the strange and warm bubble of happiness that was becoming increasingly familiar.
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Damian woke up. The sunlight streaming through the windows warmed his cold face.
He slowly got up. His tired eyes scanned your room, which, despite the sunlight streaming through your window, still looked gloomy.
He missed you so much that sometimes he would enter your room to sleep. Your scent, which always comforted him, had disappeared a long time ago.
Last night, he had a nightmare, or rather a memory, of when he found your lifeless body, and with nowhere else to go, he went to your room, enveloped his body in your sheets, and pressed his face into one of your pillows, trying to capture your scent to calm himself.
But it was impossible.
And he cried, cried as silently as he could. Keeping silent was easy. A long time ago, when his mother punished him and the pain of the blows wouldn't leave him, he simply let the pain of the bruises flow silently.
He had gained practice in doing that, but he had lost it a little because of you. You had spoiled him by letting him cry so loudly around you when everything was too much for him.
Damian didn't want to get out of your bed; he wanted to stay here. But he knew that if he didn't go down, Alfred would come up to see how he was, and honestly, he didn't want to answer any of the old butler's questions.
He stroked your empty spot one last time, hoping for some reason it would feel warm, but instead, it felt eerily cold, just as cold as your corpse.
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Vivi, are you telling me that you uploaded that last part a long time ago as a post-angst :0?
and I will answer you, yes :>
I thought about Itachi needing to wear glasses. But they make his eyes look like stupid cartoon dots and no one will recognize him in this
I found this idea so funny that I drew it.
[🌸] hi hi :> I wanted to upload this here, since probably many don't know it, haha
Summary: Perhaps the most important question is not; "How did you end up in this place?".
it is; will you be able to finish the unfinished business that your self from this world left pending?.
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You were exhausted, the movie you had gone to see with your friends had lasted longer than you expected. The duration had been three hours, and the idea of a hot bath made the somewhat stiff muscles from sitting for too long cry with joy. It was at least six in the afternoon, the sun was hiding, leaving behind a beautiful sunset.
The air was cool, giving you a little peace. The place you were walking through was lonely, there were no people around, which was weird, since you should be near the park and– oh, you can already hear the happy cries of little children playing. You felt safe, in a way hearing people nearby gave you some security because if someone strange showed up you could run to the park, you know; Just follow the voices and you'll be safe.
Although in extreme cases, you would just use the pepper spray you bought at that cheap store. Fortunately, for you, there has never been an edge case where you had to use it.
You were very close to the park, there was only one more block left for you to arrive. The screams of the children were getting louder, indicating that you were close, you could already hear the adults talking and some dogs playing with their owners.
You were about to get to where the voices were coming from when you felt the air changing and suddenly, you no longer had a ground to step on.
The ground had simply disappeared, leaving you to fall into a black abyss. The laughter of children, the happy voices of adults, became more and more distant until you simply remained in deathly silence. The peace you had before had been giving way to confusion and terror.
The feelings and questions racked every fiber of your being until you simply couldn't take it anymore and passed out.
You didn't know what was in store for you or what would happen once you opened your eyes, if ever.
Maybe when you open your eyes, everything will be alright again.
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Maybe...
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The old woman who found you was looking at you with pity... again.
You simply decided to recap what had happened these last few weeks in a lousy attempt to ignore the look 'Laura' was giving you. Apparently, you had woken up in a small town called 'Bibury'... which was in England.
'England?!', was your first thought when you found out where you were, your shock was so great that you couldn't speak for a couple of hours. The kind old lady named Laura had given you some tea to calm you down.
She had practically stayed by your side, patiently waiting for you to come to your senses, for which you were profusely grateful. Sometimes you needed alone time to process things, but not this time, you needed company and before you knew it you were hugging Laura and crying like a baby. She didn't care that you wet her soft coat with your tears. Your worries, your fears began to surface, how-how would you get back home?
You cried for what seemed like the whole day until the moon came up and it was only at that moment that you fell asleep, but before doing that Laura had taken you to a rather dirty and small room, she practically tucked you in like a small child while you sobbed and held on to everything you could reach. She had stayed close to you until you closed your tired eyes.
The next morning, you had a soup for breakfast that Laura had made for you. Having already had breakfast, you called the first number that appeared to you with your phone, which turned out to be your mother's, it rang a couple of times before—
'Sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable or disconnected. If this is an error, try calling to...-'
"What?" It had been the first thing that had come out of your mouth, this was definitely not something normal. Deciding that maybe it was just a mistake, you called back, only to get the same message as before. With a tired sigh you called your dad, and they answered- but it wasn't your father's voice, you called each of your friends or acquaintances that you had in your contact list, but none of your contacts answered, not even your boyfriend who answered the first two or three rings.
Strangely, your dad's number kept calling your phone, you answered twice before giving up. The voice on the other end that belonged to a man sounded strange, almost as if he was in...shock?, although thinking about it, perhaps it was just confusion. The last thing he said to you before you hung up was a "who the fuck are you–?". You just turned off the phone after the last four calls because it wouldn't stop ringing.
Leaving you in your current state, unable to communicate and in a town you didn't know. Laura kept looking at you worried from her seated position. Deciding that enough of wallowing in misery was enough, you got up from the comfortable sofa you were on and sat down next to her. Perhaps socializing with the only person you knew would be better for now, plus when your headache subsides you might think better of what to do next.
Grabbing the small notebook together with the pen you wrote <<don't worry, everything is fine>>
When the old lady took you in, you learned many things about her.
The first thing you learned was that she was 98 years old. And that she was deaf due to an accident she had as a child.
The second thing you learned was that her husband had been killed in World War II. And all because he was enlisted in the army to fight for the allied countries, he had died due to the impact of a stray bullet.
And the third thing was that his son died several years after his father's death, due to lung disease. You felt bad because you were using her son's room, but Laura had told you not to worry about it.
Clutching the small notebook in her wrinkled hands together with the pen, she wrote to you <<you can always tell me anything>>
It could be said that you were lonely and somewhat hopeless, but with Laura by your side you felt that very soon you would be able to find a way to return home.
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You didn't know what to think when a blond man appeared at the house that same afternoon. What caught your attention the most about his appearance was his beard and the long jacket he was wearing.
"Shit– I was right". Ah, he had the same voice you heard, he was the man of the phone.
Wait- what was he right about?
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// curiosities //
World War II ended 79 years ago (1945 - 2024), Laura was 20 years old when the war ended. Her husband died when she was 19 years old, her son died of a lung disease that slowly became terminal when she was 27 years old.
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I want a Laura in my life~ 😩
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Tim, on his 13th attempt to sneak out of the mansion to go on patrol with the flu and walking pneumonia: I didn’t “lose” my spleen. To lose something is to imply you don’t know where it is, and I know exactly where my spleen is; it just isn’t in my body-
Alfred, tired™ and armed with a tranquilizer: Even so, Master Drake, I must insist you get back into bed.
[🍃] oh, someone give me the idea :) There will probably be a part two if you guys love this work, hehe
warnings:
pure angst ; fem!reader ; jason todd & mom!reader ; deaths ; Possible spelling mistakes, thanks
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You couldn't feel your arms. Your whole body felt numb.
Unlike what many said, killing someone wasn't easy; you wanted to throw up the little you had in your stomach. Your body was shaking.
Your eyes filled with tears; your head was spinning. Your hands were warm from the blood on them.
Your scrambled mind just replayed every single memory you had with Jason. Oh, your little boy. You had promised to protect him the first time Bruce brought him. He was so small, so smart, so beautiful, and so precious.
You remember his first smile. You remember his innocent yet mocking jokes. His witty responses when he responded to your grumpy husband. You remember his little hands 'fixing' your hair, but he had actually put a rose in from the vase—much to Alfred's chagrin, but he still didn't say anything and smiled amusedly.
You remember his beautiful blue eyes shining with excitement when you told him you were going to make his favorite cookies and how he would excitedly exclaim that he was going to help you.
You remember the first time he called you “Mommy” with a loving little smile, showing how he was missing one of his canines due to his baby tooth falling out.
You remember how his cheeks had started to get chubby from all the snacks you gave him and his skin had started to get less pale. He had started to look healthier.
You remember his giggles as he got ready to go out on patrol and Bruce gently scolding him not to run and to be careful.
Your little Jason…
How were you supposed to go on without him by your side? Without your little boy… How is a mother supposed to go on knowing that her son’s killer was on the loose? And her husband, the one who was supposed to have killed the madman, let him go… free.
He was free. That clown, the murderer of your little boy, was free… He escaped from where they had locked him up even though Bruce promised you that that man would never come out again.
‘Liar…’ you thought at that moment.
How was a mother supposed to go on…?
Your pain turned to rage within days. It was a rage that burned you to the bone and made your chest ache from the pressure of heavy emotions laden with deep hatred.
You remember when Bruce brought his small body, oh so small, bruised and lifeless. The heartbreaking scream that left your throat was heard and echoed throughout the cave. Heavy tears fell from your eyes as you clung to his little body and cried inconsolably.
You didn't even realize that your steps took you outside the mansion, taking advantage of your husband and Alfred taking their eyes off you. Your head covered by a heavy, long hood that made you look small. Your red, swollen eyes with dark circles were hidden under the fabric of the hood.
You didn't notice the vibration of your phone; surely they were calling you… but your mind was somewhere else, and your body was moving on its own. It was no longer you.
You didn't notice when you entered the abandoned warehouse where you saw the Joker's henchmen enter. You found it, and yet your unbalanced mind didn't notice any of that. You were just a robot that was looking to find the culprit and make him pay.
You also didn't realize what you were doing when you sneaked out and ambushed the clown from behind with your small knife.
Your pain, your fury, the injustice you felt made you commit a crime.
You killed him.
Your broken, red eyes looked at the body of the clown-dressed man lying there; your hand, still holding the small knife, began to shake. You really did it.
You killed your son's killer.
You didn't know what to do. The fear of seeing Richard's, Barbara's, Alfred's, or Bruce's face when they saw what you did, what your pain made you do. Your breathing became labored; your throat tightened painfully.
Jason… Oh, your little Jason, what would he think of you right now… Would he be scared to see what you became?
You fell to your knees as a broken sob left your broken lips. The knife was still in your shaking, bloodstained hand.
You had nothing left to live for… Your life was destroyed, in rubble. One way or another, nothing would be the same; you consoled yourself, but it was only a pathetic attempt to calm yourself down.
Silently you raised your hand to your throat, closing your eyes, remembering your little Jason. The memory of his smile made your pain lighter. At least you did justice… at least it was all over. You asked everyone for forgiveness for abandoning them too… just like Jason abandoned you.
You took a breath before bringing the small knife to your throat.
But before the knife managed to make contact with your skin and you managed to take your life, someone's body crashing into you stopped you, causing the small knife to fall from your grasp…
can there please be a part 2 for your latest work? it is so good omg ✨ tysm!
Yes, there will be~! Thanks for giving it lots of love :3!
To those who want to be tagged just tell me and I’ll tag you!
And, fortunately this second part will be happier and not so burdened as the first one ^^ (yay!)
[ID: Naruto fanart. The first shows Sasuke leaning over Naruto at the end of VOTE1; Naruto is unconscious, and Sasuke looks tired and miserable as rain pours around them. The second has the same composition, but now they're adults, and Naruto is leaning over Sasuke with a big grin as Sasuke smiles back sweetly, laying in a flowery field. End ID]
[🍃] oh, someone give me the idea :) There will probably be a part two if you guys love this work, hehe
warnings:
pure angst ; fem!reader ; jason todd & mom!reader ; deaths ; Possible spelling mistakes, thanks
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You couldn't feel your arms. Your whole body felt numb.
Unlike what many said, killing someone wasn't easy; you wanted to throw up the little you had in your stomach. Your body was shaking.
Your eyes filled with tears; your head was spinning. Your hands were warm from the blood on them.
Your scrambled mind just replayed every single memory you had with Jason. Oh, your little boy. You had promised to protect him the first time Bruce brought him. He was so small, so smart, so beautiful, and so precious.
You remember his first smile. You remember his innocent yet mocking jokes. His witty responses when he responded to your grumpy husband. You remember his little hands 'fixing' your hair, but he had actually put a rose in from the vase—much to Alfred's chagrin, but he still didn't say anything and smiled amusedly.
You remember his beautiful blue eyes shining with excitement when you told him you were going to make his favorite cookies and how he would excitedly exclaim that he was going to help you.
You remember the first time he called you “Mommy” with a loving little smile, showing how he was missing one of his canines due to his baby tooth falling out.
You remember how his cheeks had started to get chubby from all the snacks you gave him and his skin had started to get less pale. He had started to look healthier.
You remember his giggles as he got ready to go out on patrol and Bruce gently scolding him not to run and to be careful.
Your little Jason…
How were you supposed to go on without him by your side? Without your little boy… How is a mother supposed to go on knowing that her son’s killer was on the loose? And her husband, the one who was supposed to have killed the madman, let him go… free.
He was free. That clown, the murderer of your little boy, was free… He escaped from where they had locked him up even though Bruce promised you that that man would never come out again.
‘Liar…’ you thought at that moment.
How was a mother supposed to go on…?
Your pain turned to rage within days. It was a rage that burned you to the bone and made your chest ache from the pressure of heavy emotions laden with deep hatred.
You remember when Bruce brought his small body, oh so small, bruised and lifeless. The heartbreaking scream that left your throat was heard and echoed throughout the cave. Heavy tears fell from your eyes as you clung to his little body and cried inconsolably.
You didn't even realize that your steps took you outside the mansion, taking advantage of your husband and Alfred taking their eyes off you. Your head covered by a heavy, long hood that made you look small. Your red, swollen eyes with dark circles were hidden under the fabric of the hood.
You didn't notice the vibration of your phone; surely they were calling you… but your mind was somewhere else, and your body was moving on its own. It was no longer you.
You didn't notice when you entered the abandoned warehouse where you saw the Joker's henchmen enter. You found it, and yet your unbalanced mind didn't notice any of that. You were just a robot that was looking to find the culprit and make him pay.
You also didn't realize what you were doing when you sneaked out and ambushed the clown from behind with your small knife.
Your pain, your fury, the injustice you felt made you commit a crime.
You killed him.
Your broken, red eyes looked at the body of the clown-dressed man lying there; your hand, still holding the small knife, began to shake. You really did it.
You killed your son's killer.
You didn't know what to do. The fear of seeing Richard's, Barbara's, Alfred's, or Bruce's face when they saw what you did, what your pain made you do. Your breathing became labored; your throat tightened painfully.
Jason… Oh, your little Jason, what would he think of you right now… Would he be scared to see what you became?
You fell to your knees as a broken sob left your broken lips. The knife was still in your shaking, bloodstained hand.
You had nothing left to live for… Your life was destroyed, in rubble. One way or another, nothing would be the same; you consoled yourself, but it was only a pathetic attempt to calm yourself down.
Silently you raised your hand to your throat, closing your eyes, remembering your little Jason. The memory of his smile made your pain lighter. At least you did justice… at least it was all over. You asked everyone for forgiveness for abandoning them too… just like Jason abandoned you.
You took a breath before bringing the small knife to your throat.
But before the knife managed to make contact with your skin and you managed to take your life, someone's body crashing into you stopped you, causing the small knife to fall from your grasp…
ugh it’s so hard having to coexist with religious people who think witchcraft, paganism and derivatives are the “devil’s work” ughhh i’m tired and pissed off
i’m in need to isolate myself on a forest and only live with the cute animals there
