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Are you open to people messaging you to talk and be friends and stuff

absolutely! please, i’m happy to talk here or discord!

#neighborhood chit chat

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I have this line stuck in my head, so id anyone wants to take it on, im curious to see what you’ll make of it

let it be known that Stu Matcher Loomis and Billy Loomis Matcher should not be allowed near explosives

#billy loomis #stu matcher

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Batfamily tag please!

i don’t really have one but i’ll be sure to tag you!

#neighborhood chit chat

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Title: First Meeting (The Sunshine Verse)

Summary: You come face to face with the leader of the Batclan mob

Warning(s): Possesive behavior, scarring, kidnapping

You don’t remember being drugged, you don’t remember losing track of Lyre, you don’t remember going anywhere and yet you’re here, stuck in an unfamiliar room, a chain on your ankle. You’re unsafe, you know this, and there’s nothing you can do about it. The room is clean, not a speck of dust anywhere, and it smells like lemons, not lemon scented cleaner but real, fresh lemons. You hate it. It's not your first time being kidnapped but usually you’re confined to a dark room or messy, dirty basements that make you want to throw up. This is your first time being kidnapped since joining the force (you had a really unique childhood okay)  and you can’t help but wonder why you've been taken, if someone thinks you'll have real information for that.

Soft, well muffled sounds start up next to the door but quickly fade to silence. You hate it here, the thick silence, the not knowing where your best friend (brother) is, the chain that rests on your ankle. Speaking of the chain, you haven’t tried to walk yet and you can’t help but be curious. Slowly, carefully,, you get yourself out of bed and walk to one of the doors, letting it creak open. It;s only a bathroom. There’s one other door in the room and you’re pretty sure that you know where it leads. Out of here. You start walking towards that door but the chain stops you before you can get too close. Going back a few steps, you make a few loops in the area that seems safe and attempt to run towards the door. Immediately the chains are pulling you back and you slam to the floor. Well whoever has you certainly isn’t an idiot, which makes your job all that much harder. 

Eventually you pull yourself off of the floor and crawl to the bed. As soon as you’ve arranged yourself in a manner that doesn’t hurt too much, you’re asleep. 

“Lyre,” you call, listening to the echoing chirps of the birds, trying to ignore the sounds of “lyre, lyre, not lyre,” to themselves, loud as can be. It’s foggy out today, but not so much that you can’t see in front of you. The walk to work is weird without your best friend, but peaceful, even though the birds are chirping loudly, mocking birds calling Lyre’s name. As you’re approaching the police station, you note the crowd of people, how their murmurs grow and change. They’re all saying his name. You get closer and your best friend (brother) is just laying there, spread out on the pavement, his blood staining everything a terrible shade of red. You kneel down, staring at him. Lyre’s eyes are wide open, unseeing and you can’t help closing them. Your hands are red now. 

You wake up screaming. 

It takes a minute of blind panic for you to calm down and become aware of your surroundings again. You’re in the same room as yesterday and still sore as fuck. The only real change is that there’s a chair in the middle of the room, well more like a throne (you may or may not role your eyes) and a man sitting on the throne. He’s wearing a venetian carnival mask, black with a white bat around each eye. Every gothamite knows it as Sire’s mask. 

You’ve been kidnapped by the fucking bats. Shit! 

“May I help you?” You ask politely as you can manage. Sire’s mask, cold and porcelain keeps smiling,golden even as the man takes off his fucking mask. You’re going to die, you’re going to fucking die. You look down so you can’t see his face. The man sighs.

“You can look up. I have no plans to kill you. Rather I’d like to thank you. You took care of my son while he wouldn’t allow me to.” Now you’re confused. You chance a look up and meet the eyes of bruce fucking wayne, gotham’s biggest  philanthropist. You don’t even know what to say, because the man who’s been credited for saving Gotham is the one keeping it in order as the cruelest man on the east coast.  “I don’t understand Mr.Wayne. I don’t know any of your children.” 

Bruce Wayne smiles faintly, “Not even Jason?” Every single person born and bred in Gotham knows the tragedy of Jason. It’s said that a mobster went after him and killed him, and in revenge Mr. Wayne swore to oust the mob from Gotham city. Knowing what  you know now makes you wonder what really happened. “No offense but I’m pretty sure that Jason is dead.” Wayne laughs bitterly. “We thought so but when your friend Lyre had to go to the hospital,, my doctors found something pretty interesting. A blood match. Would you like to guess who exactly is the match” everything starts to fade out and go dizzy. You were the one that made Lyre go to the hospital because he’s always hated hospitals. “Was it Jason?” 

“It was Jason.” Wayne unless his legs, neatly rearranging himself. “I’d like to tell you a story.” You shrug, looking away. “When my son was a child, he lived on the streets. One day I had a meeting in Crime alley and he was crazy enough to try and steal the tires off my car. You can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of you. It’s so much like the Lyre you know that you know, mischievous and carefully reckless, always doing something that he shouldn’t be. What was real? “And when I came back to my car, there was this tiny vicious little boy fighting my guards and fucking winning. I’ve always been fond of stubbornness and there was something about Jason’s desperate desire to survive that stuck me so I brought him home with me. He’s been a member of the family ever since.” 

When Wayne talks about Jason, you’re reminded of a Pet owner talking about their best show animal or something. He’s not talking about them like they’re humans but as if they’re prizes to be won. He sounds like a collector, marveling over his trophies. You can’t help but want to upset this man, can’t help but dislike him. 

“If he was a member of your family, why did he leave you?” Maybe he’ll hurt you, maybe he’ll kill you but either way you’re going to mouth off for lyre. Wayne’s expression doesn’t even change.  “I have six other children,” he explains, “and half of them have anger issues. Do you really think that you’re going to phase me?” 

Your logical mind reminds you to be polite, your desire to live tells you to go apeshit. “That doesn’t answer my question,” you snap, ignoring his question all together. He doesn’t even blink. “Jason left because he didn’t agree with our methods. He did not understand the reasons I allowed my youngest to work in the basement at twelve nor did he appreciate our love. “ You’ve heard the stories from Lyre about his family, about the scars he carries from their love. Now that you've met Wayne you can’t help but wonder how many of those scars are physical. There’s a scars on Lyre’s back, tally marks, five of them to be exact. Are those from here? Are his tattoos from here? 

“When do I get to see Lyre again?” 

Wayne smiles Serenely, and for a moment he doesn’t look like a monster, instead he looks soft, and almost genuine. “When Jason calms down enough to be safe to be around again.” You tilt your head, wonder what he means and carefully do not ask. “Am I stuck in here permanently?” Wayne shakes his head politely. “No you’ll be coming to dinner tonight and Alfred will help you order anything that you might need.” That’s not what you mean. You want to go home. “Can I go home?” “This is your home.” You scoff and bear teeth. “My home is a little apartment by the wharf, not a mansion full of crazy people.” 

Wayne’s smile turns sharp, vicious. “I’d like to remind you that your privileges hedge on your good behavior. It’d be very easy to lock you away until you’re feeling more polite.” You get the feeling that wayne isn’t making a threat. He’s making a promise. 

#yandere #platonic yandere #yandere writing prompts #yandere platonic #yandere batfamily #batboy tag #yandere batfam #yandere batman #yandere bruce wayne #yandere x reader #the sunshine verse

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Thanks for answering. Also, do you mind writing a yandere reader?

if i like the ideas i’ll write anything (yes)

#neighborhood chit chat

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Hi, do you write for neutral gender?

all of my readers are gender neutral

#neighborhood chit chat

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Will there be another part to the sunshine verse

I’m currently working on transcribing it so it should be out soon

#the sunshine verse

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tell me what you’d like and ill do it

Pray tell, why dost the scarcity persist of fine romantic yandere tales within the realm of the batfam ? Verily, would that I could find myself ensconced in the affections of the entire family and be the only sun, moon and star in their firmament . For all the bat progeny (save young Damian, for he is but a stripling) and the esteemed Bat patriarch, consumed with a fervent obsession for my humble self, engaging in fierce contention for my favor.

Oh, to revel in the tender ministrations of each. Picture, if thou wilt, with a designated day of the week allotted to dote upon me with unparalleled devotion. Alas, the lamentations of a heart yearning for such ardour ! (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾

tl;dr I need more romantic yan!batfam recs. Please tag me.

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Hi i’m a yandere writer and if you like i’d be happy to write for you! @chericelestial

Pray tell, why dost the scarcity persist of fine romantic yandere tales within the realm of the batfam ? Verily, would that I could find myself ensconced in the affections of the entire family and be the only sun, moon and star in their firmament . For all the bat progeny (save young Damian, for he is but a stripling) and the esteemed Bat patriarch, consumed with a fervent obsession for my humble self, engaging in fierce contention for my favor.

Oh, to revel in the tender ministrations of each. Picture, if thou wilt, with a designated day of the week allotted to dote upon me with unparalleled devotion. Alas, the lamentations of a heart yearning for such ardour ! (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾

tl;dr I need more romantic yan!batfam recs. Please tag me.

#neighborhood chit chat

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hc for moonlight verse were reader is far more lenient w damien than everyone else since he’s the youngest? he’s just baby

ooh yes, like imagine it, You’re furious at dick for touching something without your permission and damian walks in, looks at the argument and hands you back a sweater of yours and leaves silently.

“Why do you let him have whatever he wants?”

“You do too, ya know.”

“I do not,”

“Damian hasn’t done anything wrong. He wasn’t the one that decided to kidnap me.”

Dick who then has to decide if the in that damian has with you is more important then his pride.

“You know what we need?” ”…what?”

“I think you need to train with me.”

:)

#dick grayson #yandere dick grayson #yandere #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #yandere batfamily #batboy tag #yandere batfam #damian wayne

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So i’m in the hazbin fandom now but i am in fact still evil and chaotic and a fan of evil and chaotic characters without making them better people so yeah, two yandere prompts

Two prompts you can vote for

Prompt One: You’re the head of Valentino’s clean up crew. Sharp and careful no one’s ever managed to get your soul from you and you work for an overlord that doesn’t mind you owning it. One day you meet Valentino’s other half and everything changes. Valentino’s acting odd and his partner seems to find amusement in anything.

Valentino focused

Type: romantic

Characteristics of reader: head strong, cruel, stubborn

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Prompt two: You work as Vox’s assistant, often accompanying him to overlord meetings and even living in the same house as him on the busy weeks. One day you and him are heading to visit Valentino when someone hits on you, asking for you death. It sets off a rather chaotic reaction

Vox and Valentino focused

type: romantic

Characteristics: loyal, careful, intelligent

#yandere #romantic yandere #yandere romantic #hazbin hotel #proship #so people know what they’re getting into with me #valentino #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel valentino

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Cassandra cain x male reader headcanons?

Ooh so I’m not going to lie, I’m transmasc so this might be a little trans masc coded but i’ll try and be neutral about it!

First Meeting

honestly there are two ways I could see this going

Nerdy Reader

the two of you meet at a cafe, she’s struggling to order because none of her siblings are here and she’s so tired and doesnt want to be here but she needs to order for her family. you sign to her, asking if she wants help and you rely the order for her.

buys you coffee and gives you like a hundred bucks

does not understand that you are just being kind so you ask if she’d like to study with you as repayment instead.

she accepts and the two of you start meeting for regular study dates

decides by time three that you are going to be hers

Fighter Reader

the two of you meet at a queer friendly gym when she’s looking for a spare you’re looking for someone to help you continue to get stronger. She learns that day that she really likes putting pretty boys on their asses.

You ask if she’d be willing to train you and offer her money to do it. She realizes that you are being completely genuine and you do not know who she is.

Thinks it’s so cute

the two of you meet for months before she decides that she wants to date you and tells you very firmly that the two of you are dating now.

Very used to her and her odd ways, you accept

First Date

Nerdy Reader

at the same cafe you met her out. She asked her brothers for advice and they all agreed that peace was best on a first date unless they are also a vigilante. Tim, the only person dating a civilian and a superhero says that peace really is for the best sometimes (she does go to duke for confirmation)

Dresses in something very pretty, and when she sees you, does in fact go bright pink. Doesn’t know how to handle the sheer love she has for you

The two of you just talk and talk and talk. Thinks that you are the sweetest thing in the history of the world and really considers just taking you.

Fighter Reader

she takes you to a ufc fight and points out everything that the fighters are doing wrong.

Spends her time watching you watch the fights and thinks that you’re so cute when you’re enthralled

Ends up punching a girl for getting to close to you. this has happened before so you aren’t really that bothered by it even though you wish that she wouldn’t get so violent with people that are no where near a threat to her

In her mind they are threats, threats to her boyfriend

What she loves about you

in all of my au’s cass loves that you love her for her and not for everything she can do. All you know is that she’s strong, powerful and willing to do anything for the people that she loves. That’s all the matters to you, and you don’t care about her wealth, because in the end, she’s your cass and you’re her boyfriend

How is she a yandere?

Nerdy reader

will do anything except kill for you including kidnap you. You’re just so delicate compared to her and she just needs to protect you

leaves hicks’s all over you once she understands the technique

wants to carve her name onto you so that people will leave you the fuck alone. the only person you need is her okay, and maybe one day her family

Fighter Reader

it’s a little better with this type of reader because you can fight, can take care of yourself and she likes that

still leaves hickies everywhere and she smiles so hard when you go shirtless, exposing all of the marks she’s given you even if she does have to ward people away from you

still wants to leave her name on you but gets you to agree to a c.c tattoo on your wrist!

#yandere #yandere writing prompts #yandere batfamily #batboy tag #yandere cassandra cain #cassandra cain #male reader #cassandra cain x reader #romantic yandere #yandere romantic

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You can only reblog this today.

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Name: The beginning of the end part one (after greed)

Warning(s): implied threats of violence, panic attack, yandere shit

DO NOT LIKE DO NOT READ

Requests: None

You stare at the carnage, the smoking building that the higher ups used to reside in and wonder if it was you running off on a mission that finally pushed your father and Megumi too far. You’ve only been up for a few hours or so but you ran as soon as you woke.

You’ll be punished for that, you’re certain of it and yet for some reason, you needed to see this. Part of this came from you, from the simple that your supposed family is so possessive that letting you get hurt from anyone else isn’t something they’re alright with. You remember this once incident, remember how angry your father was when a policeman shoulder checked you a little too hard

There was blood everywhere in the house that night. Megumi hadn’t looked away from his animal show and tsumiki had hummed along to the screams.

“Hello inútil,” Megumi drawls from behind you. You don’t look at him, fully aware that megumi is so powerful compared you, like a lightbulb versus a lightning bolt. He is cruel like your father is, like his father was.

Sometimes you wonder if it would have been better if you’d never been born, if megumi would have ended up better off being raised by anyone but gojou.

“What’s wrong with you?” You can’t but ask him. Megumi comes to stand next to you, looping a hand around your waist, pulling you to him. He’s warm, familiar, smells spicy and cinnamon, like he’s been around a lot incense lately.

“I don’t get what you mean inútil, I didn’t do this.” You scoff, ignore the warning bells going off in your head, know that Megumi’s lack of tensing means he’s already decided your fate, or maybe your father has. someone has.

“But you let him gumi. You’re one of the only people that he listens to and you know that. Satoru killed all of these people and you just let him.” “Satoru hm?” You freeze up, trying to debate whether to start running or not. Megumi’s hand around your waist keeps him still.

“I’m sorry dad, I misspoke,” You’re panicking, full on fear coursing through your veins, you need to run and hide and get away. Megumi’s hand is on your spinal cord, you don’t think about how he could sever it.

:Your father hums lightly, ‘i don’t know child of mine, you know how i feel about you calling me satoru. What do you think Gumi?” Dad’s hand ghosts over megumi’s hair. Megumi lets it happen, he has no other choice after all. None of you do.

“They’re kinda frazzled today Satoru, didn’t even hear me coming.”

A large hand weaves its way into your hair, you do not flinch.

“Breathe,” and with that, the world disappears.

#jjk #demon mode #yandere #platonic yandere #romantic yandere #megumi fushiguro #jjk yandere #yandere jjk #jjk gojou #jjk megumi

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what if I made a percy jackson fic? Do y’all want yandere percy jackson?

#yandere #yandere writing prompts #platonic yandere #yandere platonic

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you guys should send me asks about the todofam (Please read the rules beforehand!!!!)

#yandere #yandere writing prompts #yandere platonic #platonic yandere

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To Run

The world goes white hot, everything hurts.. There’s fuyumi’s hand and she’s holding you and you are stubbornly desperately alive. Your quirk allows you to manipulate light, allows you to make it into words and weapon sand everything in between but you can not control this white hot light, this pain, this hurt. you do not know what’s happening.

touya laughs, and he’s always laughing, awful scars stare watched across his mouth, awe full smile stretched across his lips, awful body leaning over fuyumi, the only safety in this horror house.

“breathe little one,” Fuyumi says, everything hurts, you can’ not breathe but it comes in ragged pain, you try and keep trying because fuyumi want you to to try.

The pain begins to recede. You hate it. You want to pain back(you shouldn’t have tried to leave) you need it to stop hurting and yet it refuses to.

“help me,” you croak, and suddenly there is a cool hand on your forehead and you let yourself keep breathing and you sob and sob and sob.

Fuyumi begins to hum a song, she is ancient, this is everything and nothing at the same time, you cry and cry and cry for her, for her help. for her to leave, for all of this pain to please fucking stop.

Touya laughs his horrible laugh.

“You shouldn’t have ran snowflake, and now, you’ll never run again.”

(somewhere there’s been a villain attack)

(somewhere a man lays dead for trying to help you)

(somewhere your legs lay at unnatural angles)

(somewhere Shouto hides in his room and does not think about how fuyumi could do that to him too)

#yandere #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #welcome home snowflake #bnha #fuyumi todoroki #todoroki fuyumi #yandere bnha #yandere dabi #dabi #touya todoroki