#I write neater in cursive

[angrybatart]

Not what he had in mind.

Close-ups under the cut! (With some captions because my handwriting is atrocious.)

"You're right! This really is delightful!"

"No, thanks! I'm good! Kinda crowded under there."

(For context, he's using his cape/scarf as shelter from the rain.)

#fanart #sketch #Sky: Children of the Light #Sky: CotL #That Sky Game #Season of Performance #Performance spirits #Forgetful Storyteller #Frantic Stagehand #Modest Dancer #Mellow Musician #lily pad umbrella #little headcanon for Mellow involving needing personal space and being a little bit of an introvert #like I myself am introverted but I don't mind the company of others now and then #but I also like my space lol #got the idea from how he's always standing off to the side by himself #I am so so sorry for the bad handwriting #I write neater in cursive #but some people can't read cursive

[flutternozzle]

here’s my opinion: handwriting analysis experts are a load of tosh

it’s only v rarely i ever actually write something, so whenever i do i always forget how i settled on doing certain letters.. so sometimes i even end up doing different styles of the same letter in one word 😳

i’m always worried it’s gonna get me in trouble cos my signature never looks the same on anything 😭

#it’s my own fault.. i always wrote in a sort of.. scribbly cursive from when i was a kid #but then one day when i was like 15 i was like ‘i’m gonna change my handwriting!!’ #and started writing in a neater / cuter print style instead #but sometimes even now i still accidentally give letters that lil cursive flourish 😆

[l0vergirls]

now that the yandere!batfam has surveillance on you pretty much 24/7, you're taken care of almost everyday. not that you know of, of course.

it took some time getting used to the flowers being delivered to you every couple weeks, but you did appreciate the food getting delivered when you didn't have enough in your fridge.

you're fully aware that the person (or people) sending these to you could be dangerous, but you tried to rationalise it. they apparently already have your address, so if they wanted you dead then they could've finished the job by now.

besides, what harm can a few flowers bring? aside from complete invasion of your privacy through the form of tiny surveillance microphones (which, again, you did not know of).

sometimes, you'd find affectionately written letters. well, letters is an overstatement, they're more similar to notes. the men knew not to leave too many clues that could give them away. they're nothing if not very thorough.

"eat your dinner, beloved. i know it is your favourite."

in elegant handwriting— sharp cursive. very slightly italicised.

"keep smiling, sunshine."

this one was still neatly written in print, but softer and rounder than the last note.

"good luck on your presentation today, y/n."

messier, almost rushed, but not what you'd call chicken scratch. familiar.

"hope you're taking care of yourself, beautiful."

this person had neater handwriting than the last two, though not as elegant as the first note. it seemed gentle, as if the person writing had much respect for the pen and paper.

if not flowers or food, they're small thoughtful gifts.

you'd once found a book on your nightstand; a book that you've been eyeing for the past week or so, but restrained yourself from getting as you've been saving up recently.

it had another small note attached to it, "here, you deserve it."

you should be scared— terrified, even. you should be reporting this to the cops, but what good are gotham's cops anyway?

at some point, you started finding these notes endearing. it's obvious they wouldn't do anything to you, at least not yet, so why stop them? not that you could, if you tried.

these strangers, you've come to realise, are simply looking out for you. taking care of you, when you forget to do it yourself.

the boys, whether through your window or through their cameras, would find you smiling to yourself when you receive one of their gifts.

it only motivates them to do more.

another yandere batfam installment woooop !!! can you guess which boy wrote which note? :⁠^⁠) p.s bruce hadn't left you a note this time ^^" sorry :⁠,⁠-⁠)

#yandere x reader #yandere batfam #yandere dc #tim drake x reader #jason todd x reader #dick grayson x reader #damian wayne x reader #batfam x reader #dc x reader #— yan writes. #— dc. #— the bats. #— queue got me.

[chilled-ice-cubes]

“the fact that they wrote in cursive was so disgustingly upper class” i can’t believe this is a sentence someone wrote unironically

#anya.txt #news flash folks cursive handwriting is only for the rich! #not to be mean but i know this was written by an american #thinking about the two years i spent in america and literally everyone was agog at 9yo me writing in cursive #like i’m sorry your parents were okay with your chicken scratch... #but some of us actually know cursive is faster and neater

[lovebugism]

Heyo!

Can you pretty please with sugar on top do something with Steve and shy!reader and then passing notes?

Feel free to skip if you want, and thank you in advance! Your writing skills are so good!

ty angel! hope you like it xoxo — after a scolding from keith for talking to you on the job, steve takes matters into his own hands (shy!fem!r, fluff, established relationship, 1.3k)

bug's one year celebration ♡

Grieving, grieving, grieving.

Steve goes into his fourth hour on the clock mourning the lack of you. You’re sitting just beside him, click-clacking away at the chunky computer, but he misses you anyway. He hasn’t said a word to you in an hour. He’s pretty sure it has to be a record by now, especially with you close enough to kiss.

Keith got mad at the two of you for ‘fonduing on the job.’ Whatever that means. Now, the two of you are silent and unsure of what to do with yourselves. This job was only tolerable because he could spend eight hours with you. What’s he supposed to do now? Work?

“Have a good day,” he says, a bit robotically but with a smile, as he hands a customer their bag of movies. Killer Klowns, Poltergeist, and Basketcase — for what must be a horror movie marathon for a holiday season cleanse.

The customer service grin washes away the second the door dings open and shut again. The store is quiet and mostly empty, eerily so without you to fill the void. 

A funny joke pops into his head then, and his first instinct is to tell you about it — just to see you smile ‘cause he knows you’ll laugh even if it’s not funny. He looks over his shoulder to make sure Keith isn’t looking, then finds the weirdo watching him like a hawk, only his beady eyes visible over the aisle of tapes.

Steve cowers beneath the ice-cold glare and turns away again. He reaches for a sticky note instead, bright yellow and with the Family Video logo printed in green at the top. The jotting of his pen against the pad fills the mostly silent store. 

He yawns and fakes a stretch to stick the thing on the counter next to you.

You don’t notice it at first — because inventory has drained your awareness so much that it’s all you can focus on — but you’re smiling the second you do. It schlicks when you un-stick it from the laminate to find a sloppy drawing of a cartoon pig. 

“Missing you pig time” is written in something close to chicken scratch just beside it.

You get all giddy, like a schoolgirl in the back of the classroom getting a note from their crush. Being with Steve feels exactly like that, all the time. On the legal pad next to you, you write a cheesy pun of your own — a plump hippo in a neater cursive that reads “I hippopota-miss you.” 

You rip it from the notebook slowly and with a palm spread flat to avoid making too much noise. You crumble it up to pretend like it’s trash, then intentionally miss the bin beside you. The thing bounces by Steve’s sneakers before he bends down to pick it up with a golden hand.

He smooths out the paper as best he can on the counter. Then leans on his elbow and props his scruffy chin in his palm, using his fingers to hide the beam on his face. With his free hand, he draws you a hedgehog adjacent to the cartoonish animal you’d created — only he doesn’t really remember what a hedgehog looks like, so it’s more of a circle with spikes.

“Could really use a hedge-hug right now,” he writes.

He crushes the paper between his palms and tosses it into your lap.

You shoot him a glare, accompanied with a small smile, but he looks away too quickly to see it. 

You begin to beam as your eyes dart over the crumbled paper, an expression so wide Steve can see it in his own head. He’s grieved to miss it, but he doesn’t want Keith to see him and think he’s distracted again. Besides, he knows if he looks at you too long, he’ll have no choice but to kiss you stupid.

Now all you are is unkissed and grieving, more so than you were just five minutes ago. You grow empty with the feeling. It makes the spark of bravery and sudden longing burn brighter behind your ribcage.

You rise from your squeaking swivel chair and walk the very short distance to Steve. Three steps. Five, maybe. Six at the very most. You don’t count them, too overwhelmed by your love for the boy who doesn’t see you coming.

You wrap him up in your arms, wedging yourself between him and the countertop. Your arms clasp behind his lower back as your cheek squishes into his sternum. He smells like home, cologne, and something warmer.

Steve tenses beneath your embrace. Not because he doesn’t welcome it, but because you’re not usually so affectionate this way. It took you months to kiss him first — longer to stop asking to kiss him before you did it. 

And you’re a delicate little thing, too. You hate getting in trouble. Hate the thought that someone, somewhere in the world, was at some point unhappy with you. And even though you don’t particularly care for your boss, you’d think you’d probably cry if Keith ever scolded you.

Steve knows this, too. So he doesn’t give in to you so easily.

“Whatcha doing?” he croons lowly to you.

“Give you a hedge-hug,” you mumble into his chest.

He scoffs a faint laugh that fans across your forehead. “You’ll get in trouble,” he teases in a gentle whisper, slowly melting into your embrace. His wide hands smooth warm along your spine. He doesn’t press you anything closer with his touch, just cradles you softly against him.

“Don’t care. I just miss you.”

“Hippopota-miss me?” he jokes and noses into your hair. You smell like home, in both the figurative and literal sense of the word. Equal parts because you spent the night at his place and because your scent strikes something short of nostalgia inside his chest.

You laugh. He can feel the golden sound of it in his ribcage. “Pig time,” you answer.

“How’d you like that one, huh?” he asks, muffled against you.

“It was genius.”

“Right!” he chuckles. “Thought of it outta nowhere and had to tell someone about it.”

Your head shakes against him as a grin blossoms on your lips. He can’t see it from this angle, but he can feel it — in the way your cheek squishes harder against his sternum. “Your brain is so amusing, you know that?”

Steve, knowing that would be an insult coming from Robin, decides to take it as a compliment from you. He presses his petaled mouth to your forehead and lingers there for several moments. “Thank you,” he murmurs after.

The Robin in question turns out to be his savior, neither intentionally nor ungrudgingly.

She’s stacking VHS tapes on the shelves with Keith, both of them crouched to restock the bottom rows. She rises first, bones creaking in protest. “God, I feel like an eighty-year-old, man,” she groans and stretches her aching knees.

Back to full height again, she sees the two of you wrapped in an embrace behind the counter. She scoffs and rolls her eyes. Not because she’s jealous — she’s definitely not jealous — but because the two of you couldn’t last a whole hour not talking. It’s deplorable.

But despite her internalized complaints, she refuses to let Keith catch you fonduing a second time. Right before he stands beside her, she swipes a hand over the top row of tapes. Adventure movies titled L through M tumbled to the ground, a few of them knocking the older boy on his mulleted head.

“Ow!” he winces, nasally and whiny. He cradles the top of his deep brown, only slightly greasy hair and stares daggers at the girl above him. “What the heck was that for?”

Robin shoots him a shaking smile, freckled face blotched pink. “Sorry,” she lilts, voice trembling. “Spasm.”

#published by bug #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #stranger things #stranger things imagine #steve harrington imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #st drabbles #stevie drabble #event: bug turns one

[sebbianas]

Harry discovered a journal while cleaning Grimmauld place.

It was a black journal, nothing fancy, seems incredibly simple for something that was found in the Black ancestral home. At the back of the cover was an elegant cursive stamp that says Property of Regulus Arcuturus Black.

After RAB’s involvement in the locket, Harry has grown curious of the man, he wanted to know more about his godfather’s younger brother. Was there more to his betrayal? Was there more to his sudden deflection? Was there more to RAB that Kreacher’s story and the simple note he left behind?

Curiosity getting the best of him, Harry opens the book. He was surprised to find it didnt have any protective charms or curses, maybe the magic disappeared now that the owner is no longer alive. Harry’s chest felt tight thinking that.

Continuing on, the journal was simple enough. Elegant writing covered the first few pages, a single style handwriting that seems to get neater and neater as Harry browses each pages. The content weren’t anything special, a note about a certain ingredient and its effect on potions, a spell to try, a historical figure to read about, and the reoccurring to read list that gets updated every other page.

The first few pages spoke of a boy living on his own, no personalized stories, nothing that will reveal how Regulus lived his life.

Until Harry turned to the next page and found a new handwriting. It was scrawny, messy, and written without a care. It didn’t seem to match with the journal’s aesthetic yet it somehow fits perfectly. The first one he saw from this handwriting was a capitalized NERD and a little heart. It made Harry laugh a little. Regulus didn’t seem to mind since he didn’t try to remove it.

Soon the handwriting keeps on appearing more and more, leaving longer notes, drawing more ridiculous things. None of it was ever erased.

And then finally at the last page it was empty except for one sentence. I love you, Reg.

When Harry tried to touch it he felt a shock of magic. He’s not sure it was possible for a dead person’ magic to leave an imprint in their old things but this did.

Regulus must have loved whoever wrote this for his magic to stay to keep this one page protected.

Harry put the journal away and wondered who Regulus could have loved that much.

#jegulus #idk what this is

[hergan416]

I wonder if sherliam can forge each other's handwriting

I wonder who has the neater handwriting.

Part of me feels like Sherlock's is loopy cursive that looks just fine if you're used to it but if you haven't read cursive in years it's a pain to decipher. Liam, when he's trying to be understood and takes his time, has nice handwriting.... but he gets excitable and then starts writing too fast and it gets messy like a doctor's when he's had a breakthrough.

#moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #sherlock holmes (ynm)

[chris-continues]

Random ideas:

Mermaid knives? 👀

Escape room together with Nai?

Clothing shopping with Nai? Maybe make him try goofy stuff for fun :>

What color wax do u think Nai would use the most for wax seals? I have a wax seal kit and I thought I'd try makin something that would be atleast similar to what Nai would make

Do u think he would ride a motorcycle?

(Sorry if this is alot.....)

Omg I want to answer all of these time for a load of hcs heehehhehheheh

Random Knives HC’s

So I couldn’t come up w much for mermaid au, but escape room Knives will plague my mind since I’ve been to an escape room once and I loved it.

Escape room

-he’d think they’re overpriced and whatever but Vash knows he likes murder mystery stuff.. so he supposes he can indulge him 

-he actually gets kinda into it but tries to hide it LMAO

-Vash will take him again to like celebrate smth (like passing an important exam or getting an internship somewhere he was really looking forward to) and they take you with them

-you get into it too and Vash helps to keep track of clues while you guys solve it

-you’re on his mind even moreso after that- your excited face after you found a clue, or a new lead, or how you peered over his shoulder cautiously to see what puzzle he was solving.. god.

-yeah the pining continues

Clothing shopping

-Nai doesn’t like shopping for brand new things- having to start adulthood far too early in poverty meant that he had to find cheaper ways to access necessities. Such as clothes

-hence why knives loves thrifting. He’s a goodwill god, if I do say so myself

-imagine sifting through racks together and you find a goofy sweater for him. (You suggest he wears it and he scoffs- good naturedly, but with a bit of playful fire nonetheless).

-you find some cute things while he’s looking for whatever he needs- usually not much, however on occasion he needs more professional wear, or he’s looking for Vash

-I do think you’d mostly be sifting through clothes in minimal silence- he brings his headphones to listen to a podcast. You’re listening to the same one, he has excellent taste :)

-you brush forearms as you shop, shuffling beside one another awkwardly in the cramped area of the aisles, faces a bit flushed from your proximity

-guess what? The pining continues

-thrifting is something that brings you both comfort when not outside your home though. It’s a routine that happens in your relationship- when you’re both in a shopping mood, that is. In happenstance, if you feel like spending the day in and Knives has to run errands, he will definitely look for you more. This shirt reminds him of you, or those shoes. You’d like that.

Romantic letters

- @coffinbeananteiku (aka Sam) is the one that came up w/ the wax seal color hcs!

-she mentioned that Knives would overthink the color meanings and end up choosing either black or white (I’ve mentioned it once on my blog I think) but definitely give them a follow! I love her ideas a ton :D

-for my own thoughts? Knives loves the flow of writing in cursive. He almost never does on schoolwork, to make grading easier and neater, and he usually types anyways

-but his handwriting is elegant and direct in its own way, complimenting the utter devotion in his words as he writes to you. It’s easier for him to piece his thoughts out delicately onto the table before placing them onto the paper, sealing it once he’s read it 2-3 times (or more) and leaving it at your doorstep- as is routine for whenever he drops off letters.

Motorcycle?

-BWANAHAJAJAHAHAHAAH *cackles* no of course not/lh

-you think after he lost his only parental figure and his brother having lasting health conditions + the loss of an arm to a car accident, he’d be adamant on nothing as dangerous as a motorcycle

-you are in fact correct in that assumption

-Wolfwood rides a motorcycle though, Vash rides with him. And when Knives caught wind of the news, he was furious. How could Vash be so reckless?

-It’s weeks before Knives fully cools down, but it’s got a lasting effect on him. He needs alone time. For several days. He’s enraged.

-once he finally talks to Vash he’s biting his cheek roughly, hands grasping the arm of the couch tightly. “You do know it’s dangerous, correct?”

-“And I know you care-“

-“I do.”

-it’s a disagreement that Vash knows is plenty reasonable from his brother, and it never fully simmers.

#chris writes #trigun stampede #millions knives #knives millions #drabble #fanfic #knives x you #knives x reader #Nai x you #Nai x reader #fluff #romance #Trigun #college au knives #nai and vash #college au vash #college au #vash the stampede #angst #car accident injury #trigun college au

[heartfulselkie]

Speaking of questions about your fics, how did you come up with the idea in Citrus and Lavender for Adrien to be left handed but forced to use his right? It’s a little detail in the story that helps so much to establish Adrien’s relationship with his family, and I would love to hear your thought process on it!

It's partly because of one of my own headcanons about Adrien! He's shown to be right handed in the show, but I like to think he's fairly ambidextrous (and even wrote a small snippet about it a while back). He was primarily left handed but learned to use his right as well since it's a "neater" hand to write with.

There's also a bit of my own experience in it too. I'm left handed and always have been (not ambidextrous though). I have a distinct memory though from when I was in primary school. We had a teacher subbing for a bit (I think the usual teacher was on maternity or something?) and this temp teacher did not like me. I was one of those kids that could coast through most things but would often not pay much attention. Since I actually did the work we were given though, the thing this teacher decided to tell me off for was my handwriting. I had terrible handwriting as a kid, and this teacher made a point of telling me it was because I was left handed. I couldn't keep my letters straight and made a mess of my papers by smudging pencil all over it. It didn't stop me from being left handed though and thankfully I only had that teacher for a few weeks. It's just one of those things thats always stuck with me.

I did learn later on that particular teacher was just being a bitch though as I went on to have a teacher the following year (I think?) who was super big on helping kids with their handwriting. Me being left handed never came up as an issue, she just went through writing exercises and taught me cursive until I could finally keep my letters on the lines.

Making Adrien left-handed/learned ambidextrous in C&L is indeed a reflection of his relationship with his family. Adrien has a creative and fun flair to him (left handed people are often said to be creative-types), but that really doesn't fit into the mold that his parents have set for him. Him learning to be right handed is representative of him learning to fit the perfect image that's expected of him. Emile and Gabriel have been very specific about how they want Adrien to be and how they see him, down to some very specific things that readers may or may not have picked up on.

He doesn't abandon his left handedness though and sometimes defaults to it without thinking (his writing differs between which hand he writes with though). So there's a bit of Adrien's rebellious streak to it too, its just in that quiet and subtle way that he might get away with if no one is paying close attention.

#thank you anon #i love getting asks like these #fic: citrus and lavender #ask selkie

[hexavexen]

A fluffy white creeper has arrived at Hex's home! Though in an instant, it seems to be gone. But it looks like it left something behind, a small letter written on ripped off tree bark. The words are written in ancient magic runes, and the handwriting is...poor. Very, very poor. The words are written in some teal...ink? "Dear heks hex, how are yu you?? where did you go? I can't find you, but maybe fresno can. we have so much to catch up on! i can even do majik magic now! kind of. we stay with margo~ mary marigold, come visit us soon! ok?? lets get food? -Ritz" Below, the writing seems neater, written in cursive and glowing with magic. "Our residence is marked by the tallest pine tree in the area. We live underneath it at the moment. Please try not to let Ritz down. -L" ( @twilightmite )

Hex, delighted to hear from a long-absent friend, wastes no time preparing a care package - full of Brian's baked goods, candies, plus a few ender pearls he's happened across in his travels - and heads off to find his favorite bug.

@twilightmite

#twilightmite #hex #ritz #SHORT KINGS #SHORT KING REUNION REAL #fresno

[zappedbyzabka]

I was thinking about Johnny writing Daniel little love notes, partly because he hates texting, and Daniel spending hours trying to decipher his handwriting

I like to think that Johnny CAN write well—even write in cursive—but just doesn’t, because who really cares?

It’s easier to scribble and he doesn’t have to think as much when he does it.

He figured Daniel probably didn’t expect anything fancy anyway and will just appreciate the thought—and he does! He just wishes he didn’t have to squint, put on his glasses, and follow the letters with his nail just to read.

He adores it, really, and the little doodles and sticky hearts Johnny puts on the notes (when Daniel realized how much Johnny loved arts and crafts, he bought him a medium bin full of things for him to use, and got a real nice gift in return) but it’s a damper when there are even three words he just can’t discern.

He tried to mention it to Johnny carefully, but he always ends up burying his grave, it seems, because Johnny got a hurt look on his face and said he’d try to be neater.

Daniel didn’t expect something close to spencerian script when he plucked a cutsey note from his coat pocket the next morning, but there it was.

He still has to decipher, and he misses the scrawl.

#Johnny making little love notes for Daniel like a smitten school girl is amazing #lawrusso

[rottenomelet]

sun

-has two different handwriting: a neat cursive and a sloppier one. sloppy one is for children - big, bold words are easier to read and sometimes sun has to write down things for the children. neater handwriting is for signatures. (your friend! sun ☀️!)

-really good at distracting little kids or getting their attention (which is very difficult to do).

-in general: plays a lot of games, coloring, snack time, storytime. etc

-storytime is fun! sun reads books like dr.seus. he absolutely, 100% does all the silly voices. sometimes he reads a story in the beginning of the day and then incorporates it into a lesson (i.e. are you my mother and then making mothers day cards or smth)

-he’s slightly better with toddlers or small children then with babies. it is a little difficult to balance a baby in his arm as well as take proper care of the other little ones. not to mention that babies prefer quiet and sun often has to be loud to be properly heard. small children also take to games and game rules better

-sun absolutely loves fun but fun never comes above the rules for him. he is a caretaker first and friend second - it is never a difficult decision for him to put safety above a good time.

moon

-has very pretty cursive writing. no need to write things down for kids during naptime so he only has one, typically for signatures but its rare for kids to ask ((sweet dreams. moon 🌙))

-very small babies prefer him to sun because he’s quieter and its easier to sleep on the naptime attendant. and secretly he prefers them to small kids - much easier to put to sleep w/ a lot less complaining

-in general: bedtime stories, playing calm music, watching over the kids, making warm milk

-his favorite book for storytime is goodnight moon (ironically) but he also reads a lot of beatrix potter

-bedtime stories are different than storytime: the goal is to make kids drowsy, so moon doesn’t do voices (the most he does is an emphasis on certain words). reading hyper active books like dr.seus defeats the purpose.

-on days where sun had a more chill day planned out (macaroni art or making cards/ornaments), moon has to play some kind of intense game with the kids to tire them out (i.e. red light green light)

just some headcanons that i thought of today

#fnaf sun #fnaf moon #sun headcanons #fnaf sun headcanons #moon headcanons #fnaf moon headcanons #sun is a goofy lil guy #moon is kinda grungly #i lob them #rottenomelet

[glorified-red]

What font would each of the bat boys be?

No thoughts, just vibes. This is a mix of their personality and how I picture their handwriting.

I like the idea of Bruce writing in All Caps. He's quick, efficient, and it draws some urgency into what he's writing, especially during briefings. But he definitely has a completely different handwriting outside of the cowl and if you look close enough, you can see habits from either fonts bleed into the other.

He didn't grow up practicing his handwriting very often until he became Bruce's ward. Since then he tried to get neater handwriting so his font is pretty endearing. If he's writing fast it'll get clumsy and his old habits seep through.

As much as I love Jason learning how to write from Bruce and adopting the all capes trait, this is a cool alternative. When he got into a prestigious school he immediately had to blend in and started to take calligraphy classes. He gets really into it the more he falls in love with literature. So now his font seems more fantastical, something you'd see at the end of a love letter.

He was forced to have neat and perfect handwriting his entire childhood so when his parents exited his life, he gave up. His handwriting is more for necessity than to look pretty, like a doctors handwriting, it can get scrawly but so long as Tim can read it, it's fine.

It's pretentious and he knows it, he's proud of his handwriting. It's sleek and elegant like him. It can be harsh around the edges, especially with his capital letters, but it softens. However, the longer he writes the more his writing turns to harsh cursive. He prefers writing in pen because it looks better with his handwriting.

#Damian Wayne #Tim Drake #Jason todd #dick grayson #bruce wayne #handwriting #headcanon #Damian Wayne headcanon #Tim Drake headcanon #Jason Todd headcanon #Dick Grayson headcanon #robin #nightwing #red robin #red hood #robin headcanon #nightwing headcanon #Red Robin headcanon #red hood headcanon #batboys #batfamily #dc #dc comics #batman #batman headcanon

[cosmic-kaden]

Pretty boi~ <3 Pretty pretty baby~! <333 ahhh his eeyyyeeesss~!!! (/w\) Soooo gorgeous!!

We have similar writing (at least when we print) and it honestly makes me feel so much better about my own handwriting? lkjsdflds

I'm a neater cursive writer than I am printing words (Also neater when I write all caps). Maybe Paterson would be the same way! :D <333

#Paterson 💞

[afreakingdork]

I like the idea that Beloved has really nice handwriting meanwhile WS Donnies everyday handwriting is atrocious, like barely legible chicken scratch. Like Beloved is trying to get groceries for them or whatever and Donnie gives them a list and Beloved just has no idea what is says and Donnie eventually has to text them a list to get anything done. But if he really tries it's a bit neater but still chicken scratch.

It is a cute idea and I haven't given it much thought. My first inclination is to give Donnie good handwriting though, but an immediate counter thought is when was the last time he actually 'wrote' something down. Well, it would be his phone number from chapter 1! I described it as 'curt and to the point' which I initially meant for how he put what he wrote down. I think the same could be said about his writing. Blunt edges and no frills seems very much like him though I bet he can bang out perfect cursive if need be!

Maybe still I can also see him knowing short hand or making up one of his own to make quicker notes.

The possibilities are truly endless!

#ask

[frenchifries]

one time i was making an appointment and the woman asked me to sign some stuff and i asked her to clarify if she wanted me to sign or print—essentially trying to suss out whether it needed to be my personal identifying signature, or a legible representation of my name. and she said "oh just your regular signature is fine."

mind you, my signature is just my initials in cursive bc i'm not writing all 26 letters of my name every time i need to sign something, so it basically looks like a squiggle—which in my experience is pretty standard fare for signatures, and i've never had anyone complain. so i signed, and she frowned judgementally at my squiggle, and said "can you do it neater?"

at which point i'm thinking, okay, you blatantly don't understand the purpose of a signature. because a signature is not supposed to be NEAT, it is just supposed to be the SAME as every other time you've signed it. that squiggle—which, by the way, is actually pretty legible as my initials if you bother to look at it properly—IS my signature, and has been for at least 15 years; i cannot change that fact. so i ended up just printing my initials while giving her a dirty look. like, damn, just tell me what you mean in the first place, y'know?