Idk If Ao3 Is Playing Tricks On Me By Showing One Inexistant Extra Comment On One Of My Fic Or By Hinding

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I KNOW for a fact that my own genderbent version of Dick Grayson is far more serious in her out-of-the-suit public persona than she is in her in-suit public persona, but I think it would apply to most female reinterpretations of her character.

Let me explain:

1 being the daughter (and not the son) of a billionaire Dixie/Rikki/Rachel/Mary/Whatever is ALWAYS gonna be considered shallow, there is no way around it. Even the way she dresses herself (because, let's face it, she is a girl, she HAS to go out dressed half-way decently if she doesn't want to be submerged in hate mail) is gonna paint her that way, because half-way decent for an heiress is a VERY expensive thing.

2 She wants to change the world, in any identity she takes, but she can't do it from the bottom. She can't. Too beautiful, (perceived as) too soft, too delicate, all things to say “TOO FEMALE” to ever be a cop either in Gotham or in Bludhaven.

So, wanting to change the world, she has to take a different road, the attorney road, which demands seriousness and respectability from a man and absolute and total seriousness and respectability from a woman, especially one raised by Brucie Wayne.

3 If she is too easy-going, too joyous, too her, she is gonna be criticized and she is gonna have EVERY aspect of her life put under scrutiny, not only the private ones.

Those are the reasons Why, I think, in the end, Nightwing will always be fem-Dick more joyous and (in some ways) spontaneous side, because Nightwing is an Heroine and, even being both women, she is gonna be allowed some kind of leeways her unmasked self could never achieve.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/4163446

Me, literally giving a character my (very minor) disability in a fanfic I am writing.

Some person on Ao3:" don't talk about things you don't know, girls aren't colorblind".

(Just in much less civil therms, thus I cancelled it).

First of all we are in the DC comic universe, people come back to life every other day, and you are telling me girls can't be color blind.

Second of all, girls can be colorblind or have various types of color deficency, you can trust me and my Tritanopia

Signed: a tired fanfic writer who won the genetic lottery and who has to video-call one of her brothers (who actually won in a non-sarcastic way) every time she is alone at home and she has to properly coordinate her own laudry.

Me, ugly crying on a fanart because it fits perfectly one of my fanfic even if it is just a coincidence.

(The fanart is objectively stunning tho)

TOApril Day 17 - Lamentations of Broken Fathers

I'm not comfortable enough with dramatic lighting to be able to say that this is my best work but oh well

"Who's under the shroud?" you may ask. Well if you reject the bounds of PJO's timeline and use enough imagination it could be literally any of Apollo's children :))))

Hi!!! I would really like to know what are your favorite movies and songs? ^^

Hi!!!

Nice question, and quite tricky (at least the part about my favourite songs) because I have a LOT (Which is partly because I grew up in a multilingual household and I don't have a fixed language for music).

That said Films:

"Missing" starring Jack Lemmon, has the very rare hability to make you understand extremely horryfying events without ever becoming a splatter. It was an extremely brave film when it came out, because it specifically and explicitly talked about the USA involvement in Pinochet's golpe.

"The treasure planet" one of my favourite childhood films, and one of the very few I didn't have to wrestle agaist my siblings to watch. " I am still here" slaps too, which I guess is only a bonus.

"Brokeback mountain" because it's the only film that makes me cry every single time I watch it, and sometimes I just really really need to cry.

"Requiem for a dream" , because I was an angsty teen and I LOVED this film, and I honestly love it still.

And Songs:

"A little bit off" (five finger death punch) and "lonely" (palaye royale (I am honestly quite fond of their whole discography, I went to see them twice)) are in this list both because they are wonderful songs and because they represent something deeply personal and impactuful in my life: my depression. They both came out in 2020 and, while they aren't "easy" songs, they helped me immensely because, while "a little bit off" made me feel less alone, "lonely" made me understand that, even if I couldn't really see it, I WAS feeling better, because I did see myself in its lyrics, but it wasn't the present me, but the past one. On this line of thinking, also "Formidable" (stromae) and "Jester" (Badflower) are some of my faves.

Murubutu like everything this man wrote. I would give him head. I would snort with him. I would crack his head open just to understand HOW he manages to write as he does. Anyways, some personal favourites are : "Scirocco", "Markus e Ewa", "La musa insolente" and "Ulisse" but honestly his whole discography is spectacular and it only gets better as the years go by.

A classic "Work song" (Hozier) loved it since 2015, it's technically also my and my partner's song.

"Fullen", because a witchly rave in the woods is always a good idea.

"Empty wallets" (5sos) idk, there is something about the mundanity of this love song that I really like. I also have "Teeth" among my favoutites ever since I first heard it.

"Providence" (poor man's poison). Idk how to describe this one. I love this one.

"La pesc gnará" which I am pretty sure I only love because it's one of the very few songs actually written in my first language.

"Tous les mêmes" (Stromae) which has quite sad lyrics and yet is extremely fun to sing.

Now the REAL classics

"People are strange", "love me two times", "the crystal ship", "peace frog" and "When the music's over" all by the Doors, because you don't forget your first love.

So those were my favourite movies and (a lot of) my favourite songs (I tried cutting their numbers a bit, but honestly this was the best I could do)

Alfred and Ra in my series "Robin's blues" apparently:

Alfred "I really love my granddaughter and, even if I can see Martha and Thomas in her and it hurts me greatly, I couldn't imagine my life without her and I never want to see her suffer" Pennyworth

And Ra:" Finally one member of my progeny that doesn't completely suck, now we just need to put her trough more pain to really make her shine!" Al-Ghul

It's strange working on the same series for over a year.

It's strange because the protagonist slips into your bones (she already has my soul, that pours into her with my very breath).

Dixie by now is almost flesh for me.

I guess it's fair.

I made her haunted and she haunts me in return.

I guess it's fair.

A little gift/ preview for @freezer-bride-your-sweet-divine

(Thank you for your support in navigating tumblr and your endless feedback, I REALLY appreciate it)

This piece will eventually be part of my series,

https://archiveofourown.org/series/4163446

Or maybe it won't, but I felt like it was a waste to scrap it entirely!

Unnamed Grief

Chapter 0, Prologue

It’s not that Bruce doesn’t love his sons.

He does.

Fiercely.

To the point of agony.

To the point of madness.

But they are sons.

They are legacy and reflection and consequence.

Dixie was origin.

Dixie was genesis.

Dixie was the very first moment he knew what it meant to live for someone outside of himself.

The moment that reshaped the architecture of his soul, rerouted the pathways of his cold, calculating heart.

Dixie didn’t make him Batman.

She made him Bruce, in the softest, most staggering ways.

He can explain why the others matter.

Jason needed saving.

Tim needed purpose.

Damian needed undoing.

But Dixie?

Dixie needed nothing from him (except, maybe, understanding, the one thing he was never able to provide her with) and yet she became his everything.

She wasn't the best of them because she was flawless.

She was the best of them because she was HIS.

His In every ugly, broken, radiant piece.

She was never built to be a soldier, even if she learned to fight before she learned to laugh.

She was not meant to carry the burdens she bore, and yet…God, she CHOSE to.

She chose to carry them.

Her brothers.

Their world.

Him.

Always him.

Even when he failed her.

Especially when he failed her.

Bruce knows all of his sons.

He can break them down, read their patterns, identify every fracture in their psyches.

But Dixie? Dixie remained unreadable, unknowable, even being the one he has known for the longest time, even being the one whose bones were shaped just like the ones he has known since before his own birth, his mother's.

She was his daughter in a way the others could never be, not just by blood, not just by name, but in understanding.

She KNEW him.

She knew him in the way a mirror knows its subject.

In the way a grave knows its dead.

None of the boys have ever looked at him the way she did, like she could see every ruin inside him and still believed something beautiful lived there.

Jason rages at him.

Tim studies him.

Damian judges him.

Dixie forgave him (Dixie raged and she studied and she judged too, but in the end she forgave him, she ALWAYS forgave him).

Again.

And again.

And again.

And that was a terrifying, holy thing.

Because forgiveness, real forgiveness, from someone like her…it CHANGES people.

The boys push him.

She grounded him.

The boys rebel.

She resisted.

She defied with love, with laughter, with hands that mended what others destroyed.

She wasn't his soldier (even if he knows she often viewed herself that way).

She was his compass.

He is not a man of poetry, but she made him one in the quiet moments.

Made him remember what lullabies sounded like.

Made him believe in softness.

Made him ache.

And he knows…it’s not that his sons are less.

It’s that Dixie was more.

More Bruce.

More memories.

More mystery.

More herself, in ways that none of them ever dared to be.

His sons always belonged to the world. She always belonged to him, not by ownership, not by right, but by that old, unshakable bond formed in the abyss between his birth and hers, between his grief and her grief, two wounded things clinging to each other like breath.

She was the child he never asked for, the one who became his first everything and the one who saved them all.

How could anyone ever compare to that?

They couldn't.

They never will.

Idk Who would be interested in this, but I kinda ended up on a creative roll that, instead of bringing forth the main continuty of my series "Robin's blues", ended up exploring a sliding door aka 'What would have happened if, at the wedding venue (described in the first chapter of "of loving Nightwing (Titans edition)", Roy said the RIGHT thing and Dixie decided to take time for herself and heal instead of going on a self-destructive roll?'

The work would explore much of Wally's, Roy's and Lian's relationships with Dixie and would have two different outcomings.

Like I said before, idk who would be interested in it, but I kinda already wrote a LOT of this what if universe and I am kinda curious of the feedback it may receive

https://archiveofourown.org/series/4163446