Masterpost For I Am Not A Baby!!(Yes You Are)

Stiles: *puts oils and edible healing herbs in the bathwater to help Bby Eli's winter skin*

Derek: Are you giving him a bath or making him into soup?

Stiles: *cackling*

Can you imagine if the reason why Damian thought Bruce would be taller is because of Jason Built-like-a-tank Todd...

Damian is this kid training in the league and one day sees this absolute monster of a man just walking around.

Two hundred twenty-something pounds of muscle, a towering six feet AND some... Damian is used to having to look up to see people in the eyes. This guy could be crouching down, and they still wouldn't be at eye level.

Like mathematically, pythagorically, Damian has to be at 2 ft of distance or Jason is not seeing his ass. His mother says "He's still got some growing up to do" and Damian is like "More??!"

And well, if that tree in disguise was Robin, then naturally Batman must be like at least a head taller. Right?

Cut to show day, Damian has this image of Todd in his mind, distorted by time and the perception of a kid. And he's comparing that to Bruce, genuinely confused, like "Where's the rest of ya?".

Jason Todd/Red Hood Masterlist

* = Explicit/NSFWAA = African-American

🗣️ | Submission | Male Reader | 🗣️

🔴 *| NSFW Alphabet |* 🔴

🩳 | Domestic Living With Jason | College Male Reader | 🩳

🥰 | Protective Lover | College Male Reader | 🥰

❤️‍🔥 *| Puppy Love | College Male Reader |* ❤️‍🔥

🤬 *| Rag Doll | Male Reader |* 🤬

🏍️ *| The Rebel | Omega Male Reader |* 🏍️

🥷🏻 *| Remember | Meta Male Reader |* 🥷🏻

❌ | Safer With Me | Male Darling Reader | ❌ (YANDERE)

👏🏻 | Sassy Man Jason | College Male Reader | 👏🏻

🪢 *| Take Care Of Me | AA Omega Male Reader |* 🪢

Five + One Series | College Male Reader | *| Rescuing 💪🏻 | * | Protective 🛡️ | | TikTok 🤳🏽 |

System Possession AU - Masterpost

Howdy Howdy! System Possession is a SVSSS AU born by accident and fueled by brainrot and quick sketches! The AU started because I drew a few pages for @fairsweetlonging System reveal au, and then started going insane about potential system possession with friends.

-The story-

1 - [System Reveal]

The peak lords first notice the system.

2 - [Possession]

The system has taken over!

3 - [First Mission]

Liu Qingge wants answers...

4 - [Mission Complete!]

However, he may not like them.

5 - [Are these roles fixed?]

Yue Qingyuan has a chat with the System.

6 - [Liu Qingge Extra]

These missions cause qi-deviations, Mu Qingfang listens to his shixiong while he checks on him.

7 - [The Plan]

Shang Qinghua comes up with a plan for dealing with the System.

8 - [He's just worried.]

Lou Binghe is worried about his Shizun so he asks for help!

9 - [The room]

Shizun is in his room, reading a bad book about his friend's suffering.

10 - [ -Mu Qingfang- Is a good character!]

Mu Qingfang has a conversation with the System.

11 - [Disciple's Extra]

Moving many disciples is already difficult, even worse if they are too worried to move!

12 - [Mu Qingfang Extra]

Mu Qingfang just completed his first mission! Be nice to him.

13 - [This defective System]

Shang Qinghua's System makes an appearance.

14 - [The Meng Mo Intervention]

Shen Qingqiu may not be in his room for much longer!

15 - [The Breaking Point - Part 1]

Yue Qingyuan comes to a realization during a mission.

16 - [The Breaking Point - Part 2]

wtf zhangmen-shixiong, that's scary.

17 - [Missing file]

System Error.

18 - [10%]

Shang Qinghua would like to know what's going on?

19 - [9%]

This system has a solution

20 - [8%]

This system has no time to lose.

21 - [There he is!]

So this is where User02 has been hiding all along!

[loading...]

-Extras -

[BLINK MOTHERFUCKER]

[Animatic]

[Survey!]

[User01's System]

[Despacito]

[System! Binghe]

[Mobei-Jun and the System]

[Breaking Point Adbridged]

[Where was Shen Yuan]

[You didn't fix SHIT, old man]

Queen Bee’s Hive

Chapter 4- The Night it Goes Wrong

A/N: So uhhh, heads up, things will get horrific so I gotta warn yall

Trigger Warning: Major body horror, bones breaking, blood, teeth falling out, and whatnot. Like this is my first time actually writing something like and I was like 😨 If you ain’t comfortable with that, let me give you a short TL:DR at the end of the taglist.

I’ll put a sign that when it’ll begin and end with this: ꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁

ALSO I may not post in a while, I got vacation with the fam!

The moment Alfred Pennyworth saw you in that police station, clutching onto the edge of the seat with your big eyes, and confused look, he knew he was going to adore you.

He has been a caretaker, a protector, a father all his life, raising Bruce when his parents, Alfred’s cherished friends, have died. He tended to his wounds and assisted when Dick was first brought into the Manor.

Ever since then, he has cared, loved, protected, and cherished every single member of this family. He was a great guardian to all.

However, Alfred was far from perfect, shamefully leaving his daughter to care for a family he wasn’t related to, yet he hoped raising all of Bruce’s children would make up for his neglected ways.

That’s why he attached himself to you. You were neglected outright the moment you held out your hand for Bruce to shake. He was appalled seeing his son ignore you so blatantly.

Perfect as he may not have been, he saw his daughter in you. He may not have fully have the memory of Julia Pennyworth’s childhood, but he knew she was a spunky and bright as you.

Yet despite the promise of taking care of you, life had other plans when Bruce took in Jason, taking the title of Robin to him. He was relieved to see you have one family member to bond over.

But after Jason’s death, it was back to square one with you. His heart ached seeing you get rejected with each member, and he tried his best to make sure you had felt included, even if it was him only.

Old habits die hard, he supposed. He once or twice failed to acknowledge you for he has been too busy with the other members, as one does. One memory was horrible when he failed to arrive for your science fair, and you returned home with your tear stained cheeks.

He has never forgiven himself since, each failed parenting attempt a reminder that he has failed his daughter. Unhealthy as it may have been, Alfred knew you weren’t her.

You were more than any child he has seen being adopted in the Wayne Manor. You were his child, and what had happened that day made him knew he failed you once more.

Cleaning the garden with some members of the family, Alfred returned back inside for drinks. Tim had the foolishly wise idea to throw a stick at a window, your window, where the beehive laid.

The bees began to emerge from their hive and hovered around the family, not fully attack until Dick panicked and sprayed the bees with the hose, completely missing and hit your window again.

The bees weren’t thrilled with the attack on your window, so they began to sting the members, first Dick, then heavily at Tim. Steph hid behind Bruce as the oldest member quickly avoided the bees and pulled out the pesticides for the weeds.

When Alfred returned, horror ran throughout his body when he saw the dead bees and hive. That was when he began shouting at them, the moment you returned home, and the moment you finally broke.

“Wow, crybaby,” Damien snarked while walking in the garden to see the commotion. He watched you run back inside, and couldn’t help but snicker acting so pathetic.

“Steph, clean up this mess, I’ll have to tend to Tim’s stings,” Bruce pinched his nose in frustration, not aware of Alfred’s frozen body, anger rising to his face before he let out a harsh and cold tone.

“Bruce Thomas Wayne!!” Everyone stopped what they were doing, looking at Alfred. Bruce froze, as the butler was royally pissed off, yet it only showed in his eyes.

“Never in my life if raising you, tending to your failures and comfort your pain, would I ever expect you to treat one of your children with such negligence and disgust!” He shouted, causing the siblings to look down, however Alfred saw that they weren’t full realizing what they did, which made him more furious.

“You not only proved to me that you never truly known Master (Name), but you proved to me that despite all of your achievements involving the rest of your kids, you are still arrogant enough to not ever acknowledge your own flesh in blood when they were in pain!” Pulling out his wallet, Alfred shows rows of photos of you as a kid, beaming while holding up a trophy.

Bruce instinctively opened his mouth to defend himself, but words died on his tongue, eyes drifting down to the destroyed beehive. You were always talking about bees, he thinks. What did you talk about?

And those photos. They looked old. You weren’t that old today, right? Bruce felt his stomach knot. How old were you?

“Pennyworth,” Damien at least had the decency to avoid eye contact, as no one dared to backtalk to Alfred when he’s scolding. “It was just a bunch of-,”

“Master Damien, you of all people here should know what the bond is between human and animal,” He turned to the youngest son, “Your strong bond with your pets are the equivalent to Master (Name)’s bonds with their bees. If not, their bond is stronger,” That had Damien to shut up.

“They have worked hard, every single day just to prove that they belonged in this family. Despite your comments, lack or affection, and shameful harmful attacks, they never let their smile disappear,” There were times he truly thought he failed you when you couldn’t smile, yet the next day the genuine joy was back.

“I am utterly not only disappointed in everyone here, but utterly appalled to witness you all not realize how exactly in the wrong you are,” Alfred tightened his fingers and dug them into his gloved palms, his projections strong.

“They adored you all, despite not knowing your nightly escapades, they wished to be apart of your hearts along with everyone else!” Alfred stretched his arm out to the hive, “Yet the proof is right on the floor, murdered by their own father,” The hive was now meant a lot to Alfred as it was to you.

“I, myself, is also to blame. I lack the strength to speak up sooner, in hopes that you all might finally one around and open your hearts and arms for them, but I was wrong,” He admitted, guilty memories of him leaving Julia haunted him. He won’t do the same with you.

“I expect you all to apologize first thing in the morning, we don’t want a foul mood lingering in the air when their birthday is simply two days away,” Not letting any of them have the final say, Alfred turned on his heels and marched inside, heart slamming against his chest.

He looked around then at the stairs, where Duke was standing there with a concerned look on his face. That gave Alfred a hint on where you went.

“A-Alfred?” Duke quietly mumbled, peaking out of the stairwell like a child admitting to do something wrong. Alfred let out a deep sigh before motioning Duke to follow him.

“Is this… where their room was all along?” Duke said in shock, then shame washed over his face. Even the door looked small compared to the massive doors that led to his room. Alfred closed his eyes and knocked with his knuckle.

“Master (Name)?” He began, “I heavily and sincerely apologize for what has happened with your bees. Please forgive my lack of defense towards your dear creatures. I’m sorry,” He called through the door. Silence, making the butler talk again.

“Words cannot describe how awful I feel, Master (Name). I promise you with my very soul, everything will change after this day,” He rested his forehead against the door, collecting his composure as to not feel more ashamed while imagining your cries while holding onto him.

“Y-yeah, (Name)! Maybe tomorrow, we could go eat take out! Relax at the beach, or watch a movie!” Duke piped up, a nervous smile on his face. You didn’t respond, which had Alfred worried.

“Master (Name)?” Gently twisting the doorknob, Alfred pushed the door open. Duke couldn’t see inside as Alfred peered in, but soon swung the door open. Duke hadn’t had time to react before Alfred turn to run off in the halls. And when Duke looked back in your room, he knew why.

You were gone.

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The rain became heavy, splashing into your fabric and letting it soak it all until your clothes felt heavy. Yet you’d didn’t stop, you had to keep skating through the empty streets of Gotham.

You crashed into the rough sidewalk, scrapping large cuts and stabs of concrete digging into your skin. You just kept on pushing and continued to skate through the heavy rain. The glow from Ivy’s pollen she gifted you lit up the way to the warehouse in the harsh storm.

You managed to easily slide underneath the broken door to the warehouse, still gaining more slices form the gravel and concrete, yet you didn’t care at all.

“No more waiting, I have to do this now,” You panted, starting up the generators and checking on your hive. You wiped more tears, or was it rain?, while watching your mother’s beehive still intact. You may have failed your bees, but you won’t fail your mother.

You tossed your wet jacket on the old tv, taking your phone out to check the time and record this very moment of Raine history.

11:45

You were completely unaware that you had left your deceased Queen bee in you pocket, and by putting your jacket on the tv, she slipped out and landed into the honey.

Unaware of what you did, the honey began to glow the orange light, brighter hues swirled around the poor insects before completely dissolving her completely.

You turned back to the honey jar, grabbing it and paced around, determination etched all over your face. You’ll prove them that you do belong, that your existence was worth something just like them.

“Project: Honey,” You began, “An intense research study on genetically altering the DNA and structure of the honeybee. To provide better insight on saving endangered plants and to uprise the declining bee population,” While you talked, you kept on starting up everything in the warehouse.

You stood in the center, holding the jar over your head, faltering for a moment. You second guessed yourself on not waiting for a little while more, but flashes of the Waynes, you knew you had to do it.

“Final test, what more can you push yourself into being a part of your research than being just like a bee?” You asked yourself, holding the jar up in the light, “For you, mama,” And with that, you took a small sip.

You shut your eyes tight, hitching your breath. Yet the moment you swallowed the thick honey, your eyes shot back open, mouth salivating while you looked back at the jar, hands trembling.

It was-

“So sweet…” You muttered, tasting more of the honey. You never tasted anything like this! Each sip was more flavorful than the last. You needed more.

“So floral… so savory…” You stuck your finger in the jar, addicted to such a flavor. Your senses were too focused on the honey to realize your eyes began to turn a pinkish red, and your genetic bees began to rumble within their hives.

“So good,”

꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁

But that was when the itching started.

“Fuck…” You hissed, feeling your arms itch, and soon your whole body began to feel like it needed to be rubbed with sandpaper. Your nails scratched against your arms and neck, the urge to peel your skin off was overwhelming.

Your stomach felt ill, but it wasn’t from the honey. Your vision blurred, until you felt something wet run down your cheek. You wiped them away, believed to be tears, but only when you saw dark strains on your fingers, you realized blood was seeping from your eyes.

You couldn’t even scream when pain shot to your limbs.

Suddenly, a grotesque sound of bones breaking, and extreme jolts of hot searing pain ran to your spine. The ringing of your ears didn’t cover the piercing high pitch screams of horror. Your skin tightens and cracks, bones twisting in agony, as if something was pushing against your skin.

You felt like vomiting, the bile, or was it blood? You found out quickly when you spat out a glob of both vomit and blood, but something hard slipped through your lips.

Your tooth. Your teeth.

One became three, and soon every tooth began to fall out with strong strings of blood and shreds of gums trailing behind them. You choked out a low, guttural sound emitting from your very throat, a sound you never made before.

It wasn’t a scream, yet you did felt like screaming with every single emotion you experienced. You wanted this to stop, this was horrifying enough to make you want to cry out, do something. The sounds coming out of you became higher pitch, almost like a screech from an unknown creature.

Your spin felt like it was scalding hot, searing pain spreads across your back until you let out another screech when you heard the sickening CRUNCH of muscles and skin break by your spine.

Your back splits open, something pushing through like it needed you. You needed air. It pushed through, getting larger by the minute before the head pulls out with a loud ear piercing sound emitting from its mouth.

It wasn’t an it. It was you.

It felt like your skin was being pulled off, like a crab molting from its old skin. Your… old body began to spasm until it fell limp, your new body crawling out, spreading wings out and fully standing tall.

Yet despite the ease of escaping the skin, the agonizing pain still very much lingered. You never stopped screeching with how much your body distorted. Legs, arms, mouth and body, everything was unbearable.

“M-MAMA!!” You screeched out, gurgled by the globs of blood you keep vomiting out. Your stomach lurched and heaved with the torture you’ve been enduring, flashes of memories seeming to be the one good thing in this disturbing experience.

Then-

Silence.

꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁

Everything was over. The pain wasn’t there, but the fear never went away. You didn’t comprehend what happened, what you became, and where you were. You were snapping your head around, watching the warehouse lights intently before eyes spotted the beehive.

The moment you looked at it, your eyes hurt from the sudden burst of light emerged from your head and back. Your blurry eyes trailed down to your own body, seeing two pairs of arms. But besides your arms, underneath you.

Was the body of you.

You gently clasped your hands underneath your once human body. Cheeks stained with blood that leaked from your tears, limbs contorted in an inhumane way, and eyes faded into grey pupils.

Vision blurry yet still coherent, they landed on the clock, where it flashed a bright infrared sequence of numbers to tell the time.

11:52

It was merely seven minutes of agonizing torture.

CRASH

The sunroof shattered by the weight of multiple people, having you whip your body around to see Batman. His cowl never showed much, yet his eyes showed more than enough emotions. Most was fear. But for what? Or who.

Along with Batman, stood the Robins. Red Robin assessed what was going on in front of them, before feeling sick when he saw what the scene was in front of them all.

A large grotesque figure, almost two times the size of Bane himself, a bright colorful glow surrounding it while it flexed its thorax. And underneath the beast… was your body, back completely ripped as if it had taken your skeleton, completely lifeless.

Your eyes couldn’t properly identify what or who was in front of you, all pairs of your eyes darting in completely different directions and not being able to fully spot the figures. The confusion made you tighten your grip on your old corpse more.

You opened your mouth to at least release a sound, before screeching when a baterang swooshed past your neck, body acting fast and barely avoided a decapitation.

“GET AWAY FROM THEM!!” Robin screamed, charging towards you with a strong swing of his sword. You dropped your body and scrambled back, your new form not yet in control. You skidded against the concrete flooring, pushing both pairs of arms to steady yourself.

Signal, Batman, Orphan, Red Robin, Spoiler, Nightwing, Robin, and Red Hood all began to surround you, all had looks underneath their helmets, cowls, and masks that show they were out for blood, filled with anguish and rage.

Red Hood pulled out a gun, cocking it before aiming it at you. All of your eyes darted around as you began to get surrounded by them, your hearing still ringing as you could see them shout, yet no words were audible.

Before any of the Bats can attack, your genetic bees swarm around them, glowing yellow and orange as if blinding them. You felt yourself pull towards to the hive, and you took a big leap over them and clumsily landed in the now ruined garden.

The bees got aggressive, the whole hive glowing brighter and brighter as they all began to buzz so loud, it was all anyone could hear.

Robin raised one of his swords, about to attack and destroy the hive, but Signal tackled him, looking like he was shouting at the boywonder. You didn't care, you had to escape.

Arms wrapped around the hive, and clutched it to your chest as you needed to escape. Just when you felt hopeless in escaping, the world felt lighter, as if you were floating.

Which you were. You were flying.

You couldn’t even comprehend what was happening until you burst through the broken sunroof, still clutching your hive securely.

Where were you? You didn’t know, all you had to know was that staying in one place will get you killed. You body flew across the city buildings, emitting a powerful light bursting from your body. It would’ve been something to marvel about if it wasn’t your weakness at the moment.

Flying in the air was exposing you as a big red target. As if knowing what you wanted, your body began to tilt downward and fly towards the ground. Yet you still didn’t know how to control your body, so you crash landed.

You didn’t recognize this place, or maybe you did? Your mind was being overwhelmed with the horrors you endured. The rain hit your disgusting form with harsh impacts, as if the world was punishing you for committing on such a foolish act.

You crawled the best you can into a narrow alleyway, avoiding large areas to get spotted faster. You never stopped panting, you never stopped panicking, all of this frantic terrified emotions soon stopped when you finally were able to pause and stare at the reflection from a trash lid.

You were no longer yourself. You were nothing but a monster. You were this large beast, one more pair of arms protruding from your waist, each hand containing sharp, claw-like fingers.

Legs were definitely not resembling human, as they were slightly thick. It looked like they were made to be agile and strong. Your second pair of hands dug their claws into your thighs, as if trying to see if it was all a bad dream.

Your face wasn’t any different. Three pairs of eyes, antennas prominent on your face, with a sharp and golden charm-like plaque above your head. Two thoraxes one both sides of your mouth… where did your mouth go…?

Large translucent wings with pink and yellow hues, your large abdomen behind you and hair on your head… both were glowing. Bright colors of blue, yellow, pink, and orange swirled within, lighting up the dark and grim alley you landed in.

The final touch was the stinger, sharp and long, and it was embarrassingly twitching.

Some say you were the most beautiful and fascinating creature they ever stumbled upon, but you knew better. You were this gross disgusting beast that crawled out of your old body.

You failed your mother, you failed yourself, and you failed your poor bees who died in vain by the hands of your… your… what were they?

You sniffled before peering into the hive you still clutched against your arms. They still glowed, giving out an almost harmonious buzz, as if they were comforting you. You saw the Queen bee still alive inside, much for alive than your poor Queen bee at home-

Wait.

Your queen bee. Where was she when you ran away?

You couldn’t even think before you let out another screech, dropping your hive as you got dragged out of the alleyway. You scratched against the ground, desperately trying to get a hold of a strong object, yet it was futile as strong vines wrapped around your body, the tip of the vine gripping your jaw.

"Well well well~”

A voice. A soothing alluring tone that echoed through the night. Your glowing body allowed you to see a slender figure rising above you with the help of plants, strangely familiar red rose hair and a bright smirk across their… her lips.

“It seems to me that I have myself a little~... a little..." Her smirk faltered, eyes narrowing at you, before they trailed down to the necklace around your neck. They widened in horror, the vines loosening ever so slightly before she pushed the plants for carry her closer to you.

"Bumblebee?" Ivy uttered, and your whole body went loose within her binds. All of your eyes, wide eyed and scared, stared at her own, softening as if you recognized her for the first time. That had her stomach drop. Did you not recognize her?

You began to let out another screech of fear as you heard the Bats coming. Ivy furrowed her eyebrows, looking at the small figures getting closer on the buildings, then at you... or rather, what now became of you.

She quickly covered your face with her vine, pulling your struggling body into her flower shop and into a secret passage. There laid a base for all the villains to law low, each of them shouting in annoyance over Ivy's vines, but soon shut up seeing you.

"Hey hey, it's okay,” She tried to shush you, “You need to stop thrashing, I cannot help you if you're in a state of panic," Yet like a caged animal, you were relentless on trying to escape the vine’s grasp, holding you in the middle of the base.

Riddler, Two-Face, Harley Quinn, Bane, Scarecrow, Catwoman, and every other villain that escaped Arkham and are laying low watched intently, whispering to one another.

“(Name)?" "It's them..." "Not my poor child, what has happened to them?" "No.." Henchmen and villains alike all watched timely as you struggled against the binds of the sturdy vines, Ivy watching you intently.

“Oh (Name)..." She whispered, “What has happened to you?” She cupped your cheek, thumb rubbing against the thorax as you continued to sob, a small vulnerable child stuck in a monstrous body.

"S...Sc-Ared." You choked out, "M-Mа...Mа... W-wa-nt... M-Mama..." Blood still seeped out of what is now your mouth, staining the thorax with wet splotches of red. Your voice was no longer filled with bright, anxious, or even sarcastic tone.

Ivy didn’t know how to calm you down. How could she fix something when she has no idea how you became like this? Earlier this morning you were this bubbly, clumsy teen who tripped over their own shoes, and now? And why don’t you know her?

From the corner of her eyes, she saw Harley motioning her to hug you. She was hesitant at first, not knowing if your glowing hair is harmful, but she couldn’t let her baby client suffer like this.

"I'm so sorry the world hasn't been kind to you, little bumblebee," She hushed your broken cries. She bent you towards her, lowering you down as she placed you head against her chest.

"But I will be here for you," The warmth of her arms wrapped around your head, the steady heartbeat from her chest, the vines now simply holding your hands. You finally calmed down until there was nothing but hiccups and sniffles.

For once in this terrible night, you felt safe.

Buzzzzz

“I’ll always be here for you, (Name),”

A/N: wow... that's a whole lot of trauma for you.

BUUUT ANYWAYS, for those who skipped the part.

TL:DR- You got turned into an anthropomorphic bee in a horrifying way cuz I gotta do that Imao.

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one last late entry for superbat week :D day 2: accommodation mishaps! inspired by that time they had to share a bed in superman/batman annual vol 1 (2006)

The Metamorphosis Effect

Y/n twisted and turned in her bed, her body writhing as the cold sharpened to a painful, icy sting with each passing second. Sweat poured from her skin despite the chill, slicking her sheets as if she were burning alive. Her head throbbed, each heartbeat pounding against her skull like a hammer, eyes aching with every pulsation. The silence grew deafening, every sound amplified and sharpened to knives.

Crickets outside screamed in her ears. The wind’s howling against the trees became furious roars. Bruce’s typing from distant rooms echoed like gunfire. Snores, groans, whispers, faint cries—she heard them all at once, a maddening cacophony rattling inside her head. Even her own pulse sounded like a drumbeat, relentless and agonizing.

When she finally forced her eyes open, darkness swallowed her. The walls—gone. Her trophies—gone. Her vanity—gone. Even the bed she had been writhing upon was now nothing but absence. She blinked rapidly, pinching her arm only to feel nothing. The chill? Gone. The sweat clinging to her skin? Numb. Even the touch of her fingers rubbing against each other felt distant, like someone else’s hands. It was as if her senses were malfunctioning, betraying her.

Ahead, blinding light pierced through the dark. It swelled, consuming everything until only it remained, brilliant and searing. The sounds of the house faded into oblivion, replaced by the haunting strains of Swan Lake playing from somewhere unseen. As her vision adjusted, she looked down at herself.

She was clad in a pristine white leotard, tights, a pancake tutu, and pointe shoes—costume-perfect, the White Swan. Her breath hitched. Then, from the shadows, a tall figure approached, its presence overwhelming and impossible to ignore.

Before Y/n even understood what was happening, she was dancing. Her body twisted and leapt, propelled by some unseen force that refused her control. Each leap sent shocks of pain through her legs. Each turn grated her feet against the ground until they throbbed. Every backbend threatened to shatter her spine. Her limbs moved without mercy, stretching, breaking. Her ribs ached with each forced arch, her muscles straining beyond their limits.

The black figure shoved her chest back, forcing her to contort, her spine cracking as she bent beyond natural limits. Tears slipped down her face as she faced an empty audience, her back so close to snapping that agony became her only sensation. She closed her eyes, praying for the torment to end.

But when she opened them, her family was in the audience, watching her with cold, disapproving eyes. Their expressions twisted in contempt. They weren’t proud. They weren’t even disappointed. They were disgusted. And still, her body moved, again and again. Bones splintered, muscles tore. The black figure wrenched her leg high above her head, forcing her into a pose that shattered her own bones. Y/n couldn’t scream. She could only cry.

A TV lay on the ground, static crackling and hissing. Drawn to it, Y/n knelt and touched the screen. The static ceased, replaced by a pair of lips painted in deep Russian Red lipstick, grinning with a gleaming, unnatural smile. They spoke in Japanese, their voice lilting and unnatural.

The audience vanished. The scenery twisted and melted until she was standing in her favorite spot—the abandoned subway. But it was changed, overgrown with flowers and swarming with butterflies. The air was thick with the scent of petals, sweet and suffocating.

♡⑅*˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖*⑅♡♡⑅*˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖*⑅♡

“Y/n. You made it. The metamorphosis is nearly complete. But before you leave, there are things you must understand. You were infected by the Butterfly’s venom yesterday. Now you are undergoing a painful transformation.

“Yet pain is not without purpose. The transformation grants resilience, like the flowers that thrive here. It grants strength, like the Sydney funnel-web spider. It grants beauty, as you emerge from your chrysalis, a butterfly reborn. It grants power—power over nature, over life. Power to save the world... or to destroy it. You will decide what becomes of you once your transformation is complete.”

The lips curled into a cruel smile. Y/n felt terror coil in her gut, the voice lingering in her mind like a dark seed.

A loud ding echoed, the subway’s ancient speaker crackling to life. “You have reached your destination.” The TV returned to blaring static as the ground beneath her feet rumbled.

The floor split open, and Y/n plummeted. She tumbled through the air, skyscrapers and buildings flashing by as she fell. The wind tore at her, her stomach lurching as if she were being ripped apart. The woman’s words rattled through her mind. Was she really changing? Was this just a nightmare?

Y/n jolted awake, tangled in her blankets, the sunlight clawing through her curtains. Her trophies glimmered from their shelves, her vanity mirror intact, her door shut just as she had left it.

Darkness took her before she could find an answer.

♡⑅*˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖*⑅♡♡⑅*˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖*⑅♡

Breakfast was a blur. She moved mechanically, her senses dull. Tim and Damian avoided her with narrowed eyes. The rest of the family ate in uneasy silence. Bruce shot her a glance now and then, awkward and suspicious, his guilt still thick from their last argument.

“What the heck just happened?” Y/n whispered, her hand pressed to her chest, feeling her heart thundering beneath her ribs. The thumping was violent, rapid, unnatural.

♡⑅*˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖*⑅♡♡⑅*˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖*⑅♡

“You look like hell. Bad dream?” Bruce muttered, his gaze fixed somewhere past her shoulder.

Y/n didn’t respond. Her eyes flicked to him, her stare glassy and distant.

“What day is it?” she asked, her voice raw and strained.

“It’s Saturday,” Barbara answered gently, her eyes swimming with concern.

“Actually, that’s a good thing. You should go to a salon and get your makeup done. You need it... badly.” Stephanie chimed in, her attempt at humor falling flat.

Y/n sighed, her gaze dropping to her untouched food.

Then, a sharp ringing echoed through her ears. The doorbell.

“Ugh, someone’s at the door,” she groaned, clutching her temples.

The family glanced at her, confused.

“No one knocked or rang—” Tim started, only to be cut off by the sudden chime of the doorbell.

“I’ll, uh, get it.” Alfred’s confusion mirrored everyone’s.

“Master Tim, your friend is here.” Alfred announced as Conner stood behind him, awkward and hesitant, offering a half-hearted wave.

Tim rose to greet Conner, his eyes darting back to Y/n with uncertainty. “Let’s go to my room. I gotta show you my latest invention.”

They left the kitchen, but the air remained thick. Barbara and Bruce exchanged uneasy glances, whispers traded like secrets. How had Y/n known someone was at the door before the doorbell even rang?

Y/n retreated to her room, her head aching, senses frayed. Whatever was happening to her, it was only getting worse.

She would soon find out.

DPxDC Masterlist 3.0

This is the third masterlist for the unopened or unfinished DPxDC or DP AUs that I still have going on. This post will be the AUs that I update least/are newer.

I had to split it due to the amount of links I added. Any links that are labeled with “Ask #” or just numbers are asks that are copy and pasted in order of relevance and then date from oldest to earliest. I did not link everything, only what I consider relevant/interesting, so do feel free to check the tags yourself! Some posts will overlap because I occasionally combine AUs.

This list will be subject to change (very slowly) as I continue posting.

+ Dan in Arkham AU:

Ask 1, Ask 2, Ask 3, Ask 4

+ Mermaid Phantom AU (I will be elaborating on this in May, but I’ll probably make more stuff before then):

Ask 1, Ask 1.5

Ask 2

Ask 3, Ask 4

+ Dick and Jazz married AU:

Comic 1

Comic 2

Ask 1, Ask 2, Ask 3

+ Crime Boss Jazz AU (AKA any supervillain!Jazz AU):

Origin

Art 1

Chapter 1

Art 2, Chapter 2 art

playlist

AO3 fic (on hiatus ngl)

+ DP x Omegaverse:

Origin

Request

Ask 1

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

info: this OC is an OC I’m written for my own amusement. He’s the son of Harley Quinn and joker. Full name, Jacklyn Oswald Quinn. The works are either batbro!reader or batsis!reader. It can also be gender neutral as well.

HOKUS POKUS (batsis)

WILL YOU BE MY PROM QUEEN? (batsis)

LAUGHS AND BATS (batsis)

DIFFERENT SIDES (batsis)

BOOGIE MAN (batsis)

MY AXE (batsis)

HE’S MINE (batbro)

I’LL DO ANYTHING FOR THEE, DONT IGNORE ME (batsis)

KISSES N' LIPSTICKS (batsis)

BANG! POW! BOOM! (batsis)

SWEET N‘ SOUR (batbro)

YOU’RE NOT LIKE HIM (batbro)

HEADCANNONS ABOUT JACK QUINN

QUICK REFLEXES (batsis)

BAT FOR BAT (batbro)

BE AGGRESSIVE (batbro)

No More Chances

✧ M A S T E R L I S T ✧

Yandere Platonic Batfamily x Neglected Regressing GN Reader

In which a sad little child of a Wayne is somehow curse by the fates to live again and again, facing death in the end just to relive their fears, trauma and neglect from their own family.

Will they find away to end this looping nightmare or to live another reset again just to find a good gooddamn ending?.

Warning this Fic will contain:

Suicide and Suicidal thoughts, Death [Mainly Y/N's], Violence, Cursing, Drugs and substances, Guns and other weapons, Family Neglect, Talk about traumas or phobias, out of characters from the DC characters, mixed versions of the Batfamily [Will be mentioned if there are changes or implications of specific depictions of comics, games or other media for DC characters], Typos [ I can edit if there are typos but don't expect perfect or poetic English from me cuz I'm not that great in English ] and lastly This is NOT a Jinx!Reader I only had inspo of jinx and Arcane reference for this they are not fully Jinx because if they are then that would be a different fic now.

EXTRA EXTRA NOTE :

For the love of anything out there if you do not like to consume these type of fics in tumblr, DO NOT message or comment to me about how you don't like to read yandere or even x reader fanfictions in your feed, it's not my fault, I don't control your recommendation or what pops up in your screen, you have fingers SCROLL AWAY.

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PROLOGUE

Chapter 1 : Dear Mother, Goodbye

Chapter 2 : A New Reset, An Old Story

Chapter 3 : Hello Father, Die

Chapter 4 : Oh Love, Why can't I See You?

Chapter 5 : Poor Goldilocks, Nothing Is Just Right

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[ O N G O I N G ]

Headcannons

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Fate's Chapter Assessment

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No More Chances Q&A [#No More Chances Q&A]

Flasbacks&Babies

Doodles& Hallucinations

BadguyOrNot?

-✧✦✧-INTERTWINED FATES-✧✦✧-

Melody composed by fate [song fic]

Death by Family

Father

Sons

Daughters

Grandfather

✧✦✧ CRACKED VISIONS ✧✦✧

Imma finna rock yo' shit

Black Betty Bam Balam

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A taglist will be made if you want to be updated quickly, I only tag when I reblog a chapter so please comment your @ below thank you so much.

Q&A for No More Chances are open (Don't ask for updates you already know why I don't post much)

[ If you're having trouble finding the chapters for this fic all of them will be tag with #No More Chances or find #Masterlist ] (all images are from mixed media of screenshots, Pinterest, tumblr and google)