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There is so much beautiful f1 yuri floating around i also had to give it a go
Just the lines:
Cringetober Day 13: Rule 63 (Genderbend)
Extras under cut!
grab ur gf's titties for emotional support
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Had this strange really lucid dream about yet another AU of my AU (that I am never getting around to write) in which Bruce “died” like in Final Crisis # 6.
Now, for obvious reasons, Dixie can't really stand in for him, because the kind of work it would take to make her look like her dad would be enormous, but Jason (who has a really good, really strong, relationship with Dixie) can.
And it's very traumatic for him, but both him and Dixie know that it is what ‘must be done’, so he does.
But the end result? Hilarious.
Because Nightwing follows Batman around like a concerned mother hen and Robin (Damian) just REFUSES to listen to Batman (he can occasionally be reigned in by ‘Wing).
It's obvious and yet no-one ever figures them out, up until Joker escapes from Arkham and has a face-off with Batman and the Dark Knight has a full-blown panic attack.
And yes, Jason is trained, he is capable, he craved a confrontation with his murderer ever since he came back, but…but doing it wearing his dad's suit, his dad's skin, feels wrong. Hence the panic.
And Joker is convinced to have finally bent the Batman, until Nightwing just pummels herself from the darkness and bashes his head out with her escrimas, all the while laughing like she did as a kid: bright, joyful, just shy of manic.
Crooks are terrified.
Utterly paralyzed in horror.
And that horror only amplifies when Nightwing, once again more like Nightwing and not the horror dressed in a traffic-lights suit she once was, hugs Batman and manages to calm him down, all the while she is completely drenched with Joker's blood and brain matter.
Some witnesses say Robin critiqued her technique but gave her praises for her brutal efficiency, but those witnesses also checked themselves in Arkham spontaneously, so who knows.
Tim still went on his world travels trying to prove his theory, so I guess that's why he didn’t appear.
Behind Blue Eyes entry 2
Bruce loved his daughter’s eyes.
Those eyes that have always been as blue as his father’s.
It was a quiet comfort, looking into her face and finding echoes of the man who made him.
But now, they’re different.
And it hurts.
Because Thomas Wayne is gone forever, and without those eyes, the illusion that he ever lived is harder to maintain.
His daughter's eyes aren’t Wayne eyes anymore.
But neither are they Al Ghul's.
And in that, Bruce finds strange solace.
His daughter's eyes are something left behind (just like her), unclaimed by legacy.
Would you like for me to add a Lian's pov for the "I would (only) be your girl" section of "In another life"? I kinda started writing down ideas in an accident and the idea stuck.
Writing the fanfic of my own fanfic with music on shuffle and accidentally hearing the perfect song for the mess Dixie is in that story is a preciously heartbreaking thing.
Anyways The Crane Wives might have a stronger chokehold on me than what I previously tought.
P.s. the song was "Allies or Enemies"
https://archiveofourown.org/series/4163446
https://archiveofourown.org/series/4830169
It may take me a while to finish writing and publish the 18th instalment of Robin's Blues (I am after all, once again, in exam season) but I will make it up to you all with some snippets of another work of mine!
Behind Blue eyes, entry 1
Alfred both loved and hated his granddaughter’s blue eyes, Thomas’ eyes.
He loved them because they reminded him of the man who once laughed through halls and who smiled like he held all the secrets of the universe.
He hated them for the same reason.
And now, they’re gone.
It should be a relief.
It is a relief.
But it’s also a wound.
Something sacred has vanished.
And Alfred is nothing but pain and reprieve held in the same trembling breath.
Because Thomas is gone.
Because Thomas will never really leave her (him).
https://archiveofourown.org/series/4163446
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.
I added a whole chapter on my bonus series, and all it managed to do is making me cry. I don't think this is healthy.
As I wrote some posts ago, the Bonus instalment of Robin's Blues will have more than one ending, one with Roy (obv) and one with Wally.
What I would like to ask you all, is if you'd like a third ending too?
I might have cried (multiple times already) while writing the anniversary bonus work of my series Robin's Blues.
THIS THING ISN'T FAIR
https://archiveofourown.org/series/4163446
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.
Me, in a creative slump (that I can't even call writer's block because I AM writing, I just don't think what I am writing really fits into my series without sounding repetitive/superabundant).
Also me, panicking because the first anniversary of "Robin's Blues" is fast approaching and I would really like to publish something in that date.
Anyways, how would you all feel if, before a confrontation of sorts between Dixie, Bruce and Talia, I talked a bit more about what happened just after Dixie's death? Specifically focusing on Bruce, Talia and Damian?
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
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
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
Me, writing a very serious story about Batman's family.
Also me, adding a whole paragraph with Hal Jordan discovering that Batman's daughter (Female!Dick, and the only child of his the league knows about because he too was young and naive, once) is a cheerleader, cheer captain even, in which he talks about Bring It On and Mean girls and teenager dictators, while Batman broods (supposedly) because his daughter had the *audacity* to be preppy and "no daughter of mine will be preppy in this goth household, go change back from that cheer uniform, here is your everything-black and your white foundation sweetie."
Here she is, done! Had so much fun working on this piece honestly!
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WIP... looks familiar, doesn't she? 👀😉
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Just sayin', Dave would look hot as a girl as well.
