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Hi,

It’s you friendly neighbor fanfic author here. In the light of this apparent new trend of people feeding unfinished fics to AI to get an “ending,” and some people even talking about “blanket permissions,” let me just say this:

I EXPLICITLY FORBID ANYONE TO FEED MY FICS TO AI. DUDE, THAT IS ABOUT THE LEAST RESPECTFUL THING YOU CAN DO. IF YOU DO IT, SHALL YOU BE EXCOMMUNICATED FROM YOUR FANDOM AND WALK ON LEGOS BAREFOOT TILL THE END OF DAYS.

That is my anti-permission.

Thank you for your attention.

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TUMBLR IK YOU GOT MY BACK I NEED STATS AND IK YALL LIKE CLICKING THE BUTTONS FOR POLLS SO GIVE ME MY STATS PLEASE

I need it for an essay :))

#polls #school assignment #helping a friend #good luck on your essay

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🥀

An explosion perhaps?

He doesn’t want to think about who despised him so much as to do that. 

No one is going to save you.

That voice again. The owner of that voice must have known.

#wip challenge #i dug this up from the graaaaaaaaaaaaave homie #i completely forgot this existed

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Maribat Fic Masterlist!

One Shots

Focus on Me (Dickinette)

Rooftop Rendezvous (Timari)

Alleyway Altercation (NSFW) (Timari)

Downtown Detour (Timari)

Picture Perfect (Timari)

Scars [Only on AO3] (NSFW) (Jasonette)

{more under the cut}

Keep reading

#reblogging cuz im egotistical #also its been a year and there more stuff now #:D #maribat #*finger guns*

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It went without question that they all witnessed Alfred’s hasty dismissal of the party guests and suspected that something had happened to put him on edge. Anything that disorients Alfred is enough cause to worry.

Now gathered in the quickly emptied ballroom, the Wayne children watched as the family butler and patriarch made their way over.

“Mind filling us in on why you ended the party, Alfred?” Dick didn’t hesitate to cut straight to the point. All eyes turned to the older duo, anticipation thick in the air.

#wip challenge

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“Did you hear about the Drakes?” The first voice was hoarse but notably feminine. 

“Yes, it’s a shame, really. They were such good folks too.” The second voice, also feminine, had a breezier tone laced with sympathy. 

“And their son too. Orphaned at nine. A shame indeed.” The conversation carried as if the words were chasing each other.

“Oh yes, their son. I heard he was taken in by the Wayne’s.”

“The Wayne’s?”

“Yes! Bruce Wayne himself!”

#wip challenge #extra long for my darling corazon

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🌹

"Marinette messed up.

She fucked up.

No. Ladybug fucked up. But Marinette is Ladybug and she was bound to make a mistake at some point but she had foolishly hoped that it wouldn’t be on a scale this big. "

#wip challenge

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"Superboy was watching her comb through hours upon hours of surveillance footage, looking for anything they could have missed. After she and some other older Justice League members had returned to Earth, she was eager to get back to Paris to send aid."

#wip challenge

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you know what? imma do this too

for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

#dont let this flop #i beg #i know i havent been active in a /while/ #this is my apology

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VOTE VOTE VOTE!!!!!

Second round of the 2022 Maribat? Get in Server Bracket War host by the lovely team @mgi-events is now open for voting! All works can be found here in the AO3 collection:

Collection!!!!

#maribat #maribat events #MGI #mgi server event #maribat bracket fic war #daminette #dickinette #jasonette #timari #stephmari #mlxdc #tell your friends!

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Hello people of tumblr. MGI is hosting a new event right now!! That’s right we come to you with a new bracket event. Stories have been submitted and now it’s time to vote for your favorites!!! You can find all the stories here: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/MGI_Bracket_Fic_War_2

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#maribat #mgi server event #mgi #maribat get in #writer bracket

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Let Cassandra Cain say fuck, not for any specific reason -I’d just think it would be funny.

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“I was drowning right in front of you, and you were too busy to notice.”

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Bruce grabbed her wrist gently to stop her, immediately letting go as she whirled around with fire in her eyes. "I never-" He sighs. "I didn't mean to make them into soldiers." "Mean to or not, that's what they are," she hissed. A gentle breeze rushed through the lounge room and blew her fringe into her eyes. She wiped away the hair along with her pooling tears.

Pass Fic with @jumpingjoy82, @marauderundercover, @nightlychaotic, @the-witches-you-couldnt-burn, @izanae, theREALGhostSpider, @legends-live-in-memories and @verymuchimmortalcat

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people losing their head at maribat is so funny like why are you mad that other people are having fun???

#this like you mad we aint enjoying fictional people the same way you do??? #the fictional men aint gon fuck you bro

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i am also nosy

Hi people,

I was in South Carolina recently and found an interesting Hotspot with the name Proud Maribatian. Now I'm searching for the owner who uses a rair pair as their password.

It would be nice to know who it is!

I did not type this, all credit goes to @chaosmarix

#this is the funniest thing i witnessed all week #im invested now #maribat #scavenger hunt #i guess #we will find you and befriend you #dont think youre getting out of this #this is a threat #but not really

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Silent Night

ayooo day 23!  this takes place immediately after Call of the Wild,' which could be read here, from Mari's POV. I take extreme liberties with these prompts if you havent noticed by now.

Maribat Masterlist AO3 @maribat-bdbwm

Day 18 19 20 21 22

word count: 1.9k words

Summary:

“Right…,” she drawled, securing the rope dart’s handle around her left wrist and hooking the coils with an extra clip that was on the belt. “So, patrol?”

“Yes, Damian will be heading out on the R-cycle while you’ll be riding with me in the Batmobile before taking to the roofs.”

“You call it the 'Batmobile' unironically?”

Marinette's first patrol, immediately after 'Call of The Wild.'

BD!Bruce Wayne Day 23- Take your kid to work (Substitute)

without further ado:

“C’mon,” Bruce called as he stepped away, back turned to Marinette and Damian as he walked back to the computer, “let’s finish getting ready. We have to patrol soon.”

Marinette exchanged a quick glance with her brother, brows furrowed in confusion. Damian could only shrug before stepping away to the weapons rack.

“Do you have any preference? You could use a retractable bo staff like Drake.” He was picking up and putting down weapons after seconds of inspections. Marinette watched on as he would sneer at items that didn’t pass his scrutiny.

“Preferably a rope dart. I doubt you all have magic yoyos lying around.” She double checked the utility belt she was borrowing for the grappling hook. The reel, while long, was limited. It wouldn’t unwind into infinity the same way her yoyo would. She needed to keep that in mind when swinging lest she wished to become a part of the sidewalk. The line could be cut too. For a few seconds she missed the thrum of magic that would back every action she did; the extra weight that reinforced every punch,the extra seconds she would remain airborne when swinging. She pushed that feeling away however, tucking it inside her heart; this was the perfect opportunity to find out if she had a place in her father’s world. She couldn’t rely on the miraculous magic forever, it was never made for extended use.

“Here,” Damian procured the desired weapon, “it’s in perfect condition; only used once.”

“Oh, who used it?” Marinette couldn’t help but admire the craftsmanship. The dart itself was conical, all smooth curves that captured the cave lights, made of a lightweight steel. The rope was dyed black and coated in wax. The knot to form the handle was tied around a large bead. The entire design was sleek and reminiscent of a snake.

“Cass had tried her hand at it but she didn’t like it,” he shrugged. She gave it an experimental swing, watching the way it sped up as it swung around her waist and back around her arm.

“Why not?”

“She prefers her fists.”

“Ah,” was all she could say. She stepped towards the training section, aware of Damian following her and the sound of a door opening. It was probably Barbara. Once she was within range of the target dummies she started a gentle swing to the dart. It swung back and forth, dangling by her fingers before she began to spin it in slow circles. She timed each rotation to her breathing, mind slipping into her forms she used to practice. She let the rope slip through her fingers, flicking her wrist to swing it around her torso with a back turn, leg sweeping the floor. She turned back, flicking her wrist the other way and watched the dart sing through the air, a straight-line path to impaling the dummy.

The thud rang out in the silent cave but Marinette paid it no attention. With ease she was yanking out the dart, right leg stepping back and turning into the movement. The motions were similar yet different to her yoyo. The rope followed her movements. She raised her left leg, bent slightly at the knee. Her knee intercepted the rope, the weight of the dart carried it around her leg like a coil. She kicked it back with her heel, unwrapping it from her thigh before raising her right arm over her head. She was fully turned to face the dummy again. She brought her arm down in a wide arch and the dart swiped through the dummy’s chest, slicing directly over where she had impaled it the first time. Her left arm, that she had kept tucked into her side, pulled back, yanking the rope back towards her. The dart scraped the ground in its return but no marks were left behind.

She coiled the rope after her little practice and tuned into the silence of the cave. She was caught off guard by three pairs of eyes staring at her. It was almost unnerving and Marinette shifted her weight to feel comfortable under the pressure of their gazes.

“What?” she asked. It wasn’t a secret she was trained so she didn’t really understand why they were so intently watching her.

“It’s just…,” Barbara began to say. She adjusted the frame on her glasses, surprise being overtaken with her neutral expression. “It’s one thing to see the infamous Ladybug in videos and another thing to see her in person.”

“Seriously? But you’re all skilled and more accomplished fighters.” Her head tilted to the side and she looked at all of them, trying to convey her thoughts.  

“And so are you,” her father said. There was more pride shining in his eyes than there were just minutes prior which Marinette didn’t think was possible. “It’s nice to be reminded of it every now and again.”

“Right…,” she drawled, securing the rope dart’s handle around her left wrist and hooking the coils with an extra clip that was on the belt. “So, patrol?”

“Yes, Damian will be heading out on the R-cycle while you’ll be riding with me in the Batmobile before taking to the roofs.”

“You call it the ‘Batmobile’ unironically?” She couldn’t help the snark in her voice. Barbara’s and Damian’s laughter at her comment compelled one out of her. Her father made his disapproval known by his trademark glare.

“It was named that way by Dick when he was Robin. The name never changed.” His usually deep voice was extra gruff at his statement. She watched as he pulled up his cowl and stalked towards the vehicle in question. That sparked another wave of laughter among the remaining three.

“Lark,” Barbara called once the chuckles died down. She was handing out something for her and Marinette made her way over. “This is your communicator. This button mutes and unmutes itself and this one deafens the comm though I can override both commands whenever needed.”

She watched as she indicated the specific buttons before taking it for herself and putting it in her ear. It felt like a bluetooth earpiece.

“Thanks.”

“Lark.” It was her father who called, and Marinette hurried to hop into the waiting seat. She heard rather than saw her brother riding out of the cave like a bat out of hell. The doors to the Batmobile closed and they were off into the night.

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Her father drove like a maniac, Marinette concluded. He weaved in and out of traffic without hesitation and with total disregard for road laws.

“Y’know,” she started, head pressed back to the head of the seat by the force of his speed, “Most people stop at red lights.”

He only grunted in response. Marinette wasn’t deterred, ready to make as many jabs at his questionable driving skills. She heard Damian’s scoff and Barbara’s scathing remark in her ear.

“She’s right B-man, justice won’t save you from a ticket.”

A grunt, again.

“You could have caused a collision if you’re not careful. That’s not very ‘Batman’ of you.”

Another grunt.

“I can see why Agent A doesn’t let you drive during the day.”

The screech of tires cut grated against her ears and she watched as her father parked the Batmobile in a large enough alley. He got out without a word, door slamming on his way out. Marinette scrambled to follow him, hopping out and reaching for her grappling hook. She found his silhouette already at the top of the adjacent skyscraper and set out to follow him.

“Head west that way,” he spoke without hesitation, arm sticking out of the blanket of his cape to point in the right direction. “Make your way to rendezvous at the top of Wayne Enterprises. Robin will take the south side. Red Robin is working a case by the Harbour.”

“And Red Hood?”

“Hmm.”

“You don’t know. Okay.” She shot out her line to attach to a gargoyle across the street before jumping off the roof without hesitation. Her body fell until her string pulled taunt. The swing dragged her body just above the flow of traffic. She could feel the wind in her hair, roaring in her ears above the sounds of cars driving by. She felt weightless, body carried by gravity and momentum before the ground grew further away. The alley her body was flying through smelt of cigarette ash.

She could feel herself getting closer to the sky, the goggles protecting her eyes from the biting winds. Her body knew when she was at her highest point before she did, fingers releasing the hook on autopilot.

For a few seconds she was suspended by nothing, and the voices of the city faded into nothing. Her body flipped in the air, legs flicking over her head to bring her torso up. The brilliant shine of the moon, the night unusually clear for Gotham, kissed her skin with feather-like softness. She aimed for another building and swung again. She listened to her surroundings for anything that sounded out of place in the normal cacophony of the city. No shattering windows, no screams for help. No gunshots and no fights breaking out. If she closed her eyes she could imagine herself back in Paris for the night.

It was an oddly silent night and before she knew it, she was swinging to the top of the rendezvous point. Wayne Enterprise was truly a sight to behold. It was a spear in a collection of knives, reaching to the heavens where no other building dared to go. The building was all glass walls and steel framing. Robin’s silhouette could already be seen from her vantage point and she didn’t hesitate to land beside him. He was sitting on the edge, legs dangling and kicking.

“Nothing on your route?” she asked, breaching the silence.

“No, it was suspiciously quiet. You?” He was looking at the city and Marinette joined him, admiring the twinkling lights of office buildings and street lamps.

“Same but Oracle hasn’t said anything so I think we’re just lucky tonight.”

“Affirmative,” her voice rang out in Marinette’s ear. “Seems even the rouges took a summer break.”

“What about you, father?” Damian turned to stare at the shadows on the building. He couldn’t be seen but Marinette knew their father was just skulking in the corner waiting for something to happen. The silence from the rouges was probably putting him on edge. She understood the feeling.

“It  was also quiet on my end.”

“Do you think we should cover more ground before calling it a night?” She hoped he said yes. Marinette didn’t want the night to end just yet.

“Yes.” His words were as clipped as ever when in this persona. It sometimes gave Marinette whiplash whenever she thought about how contrasting the two sides of her father were. She watched as he made his way to the ledge before leaping, cape open and body gliding like a kite. It was a sight to see, his form casting a shadow over the city, spreading his will like a blanket.

She got up herself, readying her grappling hook. She had one more thing to say before she took off on a new route but she knew that her ear piece would carry her voice without issue.

“When we’re heading back to the cave I’m driving.” She leapt off the building, laughter crowing out of her at the indignation in her father’s voice rattling in her brain.

“Absolutely not!”

#maribat #mbdbwm2021 #maribat!biodadbrucewayne2021 #maribat!biodadbrucewaynemonth2021 #maribat!biodadbruce #maribatbdbwm2021 #wholesome family friendly content

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The Strange Case Of...

AYO day 22!  this is full of literary references more so than a regular update so check the end notes on AO3 for more explanation. you dont need to to understand this but it will enhance the experience. (i put a lot of thought and research into them :( [i did all this today lmao] )

Maribat Masterlist AO3 @maribat-bdbwm

Day 17 18 19 20 21

word count: 1.5k words

Summary:

“He is not easy to describe,” her book said. The page was yellowed with age and wrinkled with use.

“There is something wrong with his appearance; something displeasing, something downright detestable." Though the English was old, the words flowed easily, images blooming behind her eyes.

She didn’t hear the footsteps approaching nor did she see the socked feet that stood before her.

BD!Bruce Wayne Day 22- Library/Books

without further ado:

The rain pattered softly against the window pane. The sky was dulled in shades of gray and provided little light. The soft orange glow of a desk lamp was Marinette’s only solace in her claimed corner of the manor library. She was sitting on a pile of cushions, blanket secured around her shoulders, and a book in her lap. She had just finished perusing a section of the library’s books and decided on one she had read in French, but not in English. Sitting down to read, she was immediately immersed in the pages, mind occupied by the story.

“He is not easy to describe,” her book said. The page was yellowed with age and wrinkled with use.  

“There is something wrong with his appearance; something displeasing, something downright detestable. I never saw a man I so disliked, and yet I scarce know why. He must be deformed somewhere; he gives a strong feeling of deformity, although I couldn’t specify the point. He’s an extraordinary-looking man, and yet I really can name nothing out of the way. No, sir; I can make no hand of it; I can’t describe him. And it’s not want of memory; for I declare I can see him this moment.”

Though the English was old, the words flowed easily, images blooming behind her eyes. She was oblivious to her surroundings, the rain filtered as white noise, and her vision was narrowed to the book in her lap. She didn’t hear the footsteps approaching nor did she see the socked feet that stood before her.

“And hitherto it was his ignorance of Mr. Hyde that had swelled his indignation; now, by a sudden turn, it was his knowledge. It was already bad enough when the name was but a name of which he could learn no more. It was worse when it began to be clothed upon with detestable attributes; and out of the shifting, insubstantial mists that had so long baffled his eye, there leaped up the sudden, definite presentment of a fiend.” Someone had sat down beside Marinette, their body weight jostling her out of the story. A head was placed on her shoulder, gaze focused on her book. She readjusted in her seat to accommodate her new company. No words were spoken between them.

“I thought it was madness,” he said, as he replaced the obnoxious paper in the safe, “and now I begin to fear it is disgrace.”

She read on, lingering on pages until she believed they both had read them completely. The blanket was removed from her shoulders to cover both of their legs, his feet sticking out at the end. Marinette silently pouted at the obvious display of his height, but counted herself lucky that she was fully covered.

“I didn’t know you liked books,” Marinette said. She didn’t miss how attentive her brother was to the pages, how his eyes seemed magnetically attracted to each printed letter, committing them all to memory.

“Yeah,” his voice sounded hoarse and tense. “I was obsessed with reading as many books as I could when I was taken in. It was a new experience for me.”

“Do you have any favourites?”

“Hmm…,” Marinette watched him contemplate before he spoke again. “I like this and ‘The Importance of Being Earnest.’”

“Those are very different tastes.”

“Perhaps.” They fell into silence at that, getting re-immersed into the book. The three chimes of the grandfather clock were like thunder in the room. The two of them jumped at the sounds before immediately resettling.

Hours passed like that, in the silence of the room, with the characters as company and the rain as the soundtrack.

“‘Changed? Well, yes, I think so,’ said the butler.” At that moment, the doors to the library were heard opening. The squeaks of shoes on polished wood floors brought Marinette’s attention to the visitor. It was Alfred, properly dressed as ever, with a tray in his hands. He placed the tray— burdened with hot chocolate and vanilla wafers— wordlessly on the lamp stand next to them.

“Thank you, Alfred,” Marinette said. She spoke quietly so as to not disturb the atmosphere.

“You’re welcome, Mistress Marinette. Both of your dinners had been packaged and left on the counters for when you’re ready.” He mirrored her hush tones with a slight bow, arm across his chest in formality. He left immediately, a crash of thunder and a flash of lightning swallowing the closing of the door behind him.

“‘Have I been twenty years in this man’s house, to be deceived about his voice? No, sir; master’s made away with; he was made, away with eight days ago, when we heard him cry out upon the name of God; and who’s in there instead of him, and why it stays there, is a thing that cries to Heaven, Mr. Utterson!’”

“Did anyone ever tell you about what happened to me?” Jason spoke suddenly. Marinette lifted her eyes from the pages to slightly turn her head. She could only stare at his mop of hair with his cheeks still pressed into her shoulder. His question resonated in her mind before she responded.

“You mean with…?” She had let her question hang in the air, afraid of what invoking the monster’s name would do. Whether the fears were of her own experience or his mattered little.

“Yeah.”

“I heard it vaguely from Damian, but he didn’t say much beyond you spending time with the Shadows after the ordeal.”

“Hmm. It was… an experience.” His breaths were harsh, as if the weight of his words were too much to bear.

“That’s putting it lightly, I’m sure.” He snorted but didn’t answer further. She wanted to probe more, figure out why he brought it up initially, but she didn’t want to demand too much. Jason wasn’t one to confide in anyone, so Marinette took this little confession as an admission of trust and vulnerability. All she could do was rest her head on top of his, turning to the next page of the story.

Right in the midst there lay the body of a man sorely contorted and still twitching. They drew near on tiptoe, turned it on its back and beheld the face of Edward Hyde. He was dressed in clothes far too large for him, clothes of the doctor’s bigness; the cords of his face still moved with a semblance of life, but life was quite gone; and by the crushed phial in the hand and the strong smell of kernels that hung upon the air, Utterson knew that he was looking on the body of a self-destroyer.

Marinette paused her reading, slightly nudging Jason off her shoulder. She extended for the tray left earlier and grabbed the two mugs. She silently offered one while cradling the other close to her, relishing in the soft spot of warmth it provided. He took the mug and sipped from it slowly.

“Have you read this book before?” he spoke.

“Yes,” she answered, reaching for a wafer to munch on. “I read it in French though. The English in this is ridiculous.”

He snorted at her response before snatching the wafer from her fingers.

“Hey!” He ignored her.

“What other books have you read?” his voice was muffled by the stolen wafer and Marinette could only glare at him.

“I’ve read a bunch of the classics translated. Some original French stuff I read are ‘Le Comte de Monte-Cristo’ and ‘Les Fleurs du Mal’.” She got a new wafer and ate the entire thing whole once she saw Jason’s outstretched fingers. “Before I was introduced to father I read the ‘Classic of Mountains and Seas,’ ‘Romance of the Three Kingdoms’ and the ‘Book of Rites.’”

Jason didn’t respond, only staring at her with slight horror in his gaze, unchewed wafers hanging from his open lips. Marinette squirmed under the intensity, averting his gaze. She put down her mug and reached for the book to find their last page. Jason was still staring at her.

“What? Stop staring at me.”

“Nevermind,” he answered. He shook his head in resignation and rested his mug on his side of the floor. “I don’t know why I expected anyone in this family to have been raised like an actual human being.”

Marinette could only huff at that, ignoring the jab at the way she was raised and the questions she had about the others’ upbringings.

“Whatever, let’s just finish this.”

She found the page, Jason pulling her into his side this time, and began to read. There were no more interruptions and they read on into the late evening and early night. The moon was high in the sky as they read the final lines in the book.

Will Hyde die upon the scaffold? or will he find courage to release himself at the last moment? God knows; I am careless; this is my true hour of death, and what is to follow concerns another than myself. Here then, as I lay down the pen and proceed to seal up my confession, I bring the life of that unhappy Henry Jekyll to an end.

#maribat #mbdbwm2021 #maribat!biodadbrucewayne2021 #maribatbdbwm2021 #maribat!biodadbrucewaynemonth2021 #this one is kinda my fave honestly #sibling!jasonette #maribat!biodadbruce