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8 months ago

Ned Stark's death haunted the narrative throughout all GOT 8 seasons. We still in the same season and Lucerys and Jaehaerys have already been forgotten by the writers, Helaena, Alicent and Rhaenyra

3 months ago

So is Reader no longer friends with the New York gang in the Older vers or did she never get sent to New York in this version? Did the events of Waking up in Vegas also happen in Older? Or did Reader never go to France?

no she never got sent to new york and waking up in vegas never happened! essentially reader in the older AU tried with her family for longer, she stayed with them till she was 18, she stayed in gotham, no wild parties or anything and tiffany gets discovered later.

i want the family to really stew in angst in this one, older AU reader is gonna be a lot less forgiving that IBLD reader


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2 months ago

hey guys! i’m so sorry i’ve been gone so long! it’s been a bad month for me! but i do wanna write more and get to reply to asks and comments. butttt idk what story yall want me to continue first so imma try and do the whole vote thing! also comment what u want to happen in the story you voted for!!!

Also, i’m thinking of writing a yandere bruce x secretary reader, not a whole story but like a one shot i guess??? would yall be interested?


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3 months ago

So concerning what happened to Tiffany…Is she still breathing or…

she is unfortunately still breathing ☹️

2 months ago

"The moon"

ok ya'll! I know I said I'm doing another chapter of this is me trying (and I am) buttttt I read @i-cant-sing's time traveler AU and I could not stop thinking about it. I'm muslim and it's Ramadan and I realized I have free will to write whatever I want, SO i present to you a platonic yandere story set in the Ottoman Empire. kinda based on real people and events, but a lot of things are just my imagination! I am NOT a history buff, I just enjoy historical things, if something is wrong, feel free to politely correct me. The main character is a female and does have a name (Esmira) and face type BUT i try not to go into her too much so you can imagine what you like. Credits to @i-cant-sing, it was their writing that inspired me! check out their works, they're really talented! I DO NOT SPEAK TURKISH, ALL MY KNOWLEDGE IS GOOGLED AND SURFACE LEVEL.

Ottoman Empire, Constantinople

Year 1524

I was my father’s moon.

"Benim ayım."

He called me that when I nestled against his side, his arms encircling me as he listened to my childish recitation of the Qur’an, my voice small yet steady. “My little moon,” he would murmur, pressing a kiss to my forehead when I finished. “No one recites as beautifully as my Esmira.”

To me, he was not Sultan Suleiman the Magnificent. The Lawgiver, the formidable warlord. To me, he was my beloved Baba.

I would giggle, curling my fingers into the folds of his kaftan. I never sat apart from him, never kept a polite distance. When we dined, I ate off his plate, tearing bread from his own hands, dipping it into his soup the way I had since I was old enough to chew.

"You will spoil her, Hünkârım," my mother, Medriveh, would say from across the room, watching as my father lifted me onto his lap, letting me pick the ripest dates from his tray.

"She is already spoiled," he would reply, laughter deep in his chest. And he would not send me away. He never sent me away.

I prayed with him, every dawn and every dusk, my small voice whispering after his as we kneeled on the prayer rugs. When my hands trembled in the cold, he would clasp them in his own, warming them against his palms.

"When you are older, you will have a place beside me," he had told me once, his thumb tracing circles over my knuckles. "Even when I go to war, my moon will stay in my sky."

I believed him.

When he rode through the palace gates on his great black stallion, I was the only one out of my siblings- Mustafa, Selmin, Mehmed, and Layla- he lifted onto the saddle before him. I would press my cheek to his chest, feeling his laughter rumble beneath my ear as he held the reins in one hand, keeping me close with the other.

I thought it would always be like that. I thought nothing could take me from him.

I was wrong.

My mother never hit me.

She did not need to.

Her weapons were sharper than any blade, her words precise and cruel, cutting deep where no one could see.

"You embarrass me, Esmira," she would sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose whenever I stumbled in my lessons or tripped over my skirts. "Must you always follow your brothers like a stray dog? They have no use for you."

"I just want to be with them."

"They do not want to be with you."

Her disappointment weighed heavier than any slap.

I had always adored Mustafa, Selmin, and Mehmed. I ran after them in the gardens, trailed them through the halls, sat at their feet as they practiced swordplay.

I wanted to be part of their world, to belong with them as I had once belonged with my father.

But they were always too fast, too sharp, too indifferent.

"Go away, Esmira." Selmin’s voice was rough, barely sparing me a glance as he wiped sweat from his brow, his sword resting against his shoulder. "We are not playing games."

"I can learn too!"

"You are not a soldier." Mustafa did not even look at me, already turning back to his sparring partner. "You are not even useful."

Mehmed was the only one who pretended to care, giving me his easy, careless smile.

"Little sister, you should be with the women," he said, flicking my forehead with two fingers. "We are busy."

"I just want to be near you."

"Then sit quietly. Do not make a fuss."

So I did. I sat in the dirt, in the sun, in the cold. I waited for them to acknowledge me.

They never did.

Layla was everything I was not. Four years older than me, and stunning. The true daughter of a Sultan

She was graceful where I was clumsy, beautiful where I was plain, loved where I was ignored.

"Your sister was never like this," my mother would say as she brushed my hair, her touch firm and impersonal. "She knew how to behave, how to walk, how to be wanted."

Layla was desired by all who saw her. Even the women in the harem whispered about her, about her elegance, her cruelty, her charm.

"You are fat, Esmira," she told me one afternoon, watching as I struggled to fit into the new silk kaftan our mother had gifted me. "And slow. And foolish."

"You are my sister," I whispered. "You should love me."

She only smiled.

"Love is earned, little one. And you have done nothing to earn it."

Then, one day, a week after my tenth birthday everything changed. I was going to my father, to try and capture his attention again when I heard her. My mother.

"She is useless, Hünkârım. If you will not marry her off, then send her away."

I pressed my back against the lattice screen, breath trapped in my chest. I was too young to marry. Baba always said he would wait till I was eighteen. That he would keep me forever if I wanted.

"To where?" He replied sharply.

"To the Greeks," my mother said smoothly, as if my fate was nothing more than a chess piece being moved across the board. "The Basileus of Morea wishes for an Ottoman princess as a ward. A peace offering."

"She is only a child, Mehdrivan."

"She is a disgrace."

Silence. A silence so deep it felt like the air itself had stopped moving.

Then, finally, the words that destroyed me.

"Fine."

The world blurred around me. My heart slammed against my ribs, a desperate, caged thing trying to claw its way out. I waited till my mother had left, till i could no longer hear her cruelty.

No. No, no, no.

I did not think. I ran.

I burst into my father’s chamber, barefoot, breathless, trembling.

He stood near the window, his hands clasped behind his back, gazing down at the courtyard below. The glow of the setting sun burned against his silhouette, making him seem even larger, more untouchable.

I was eight again, running to him after falling in the gardens, scraped knees and teary eyes, knowing he would pick me up, soothe me, call me his moon.

But I was not eight. And he did not turn.

"Baba!" I cried, voice breaking.

Slowly, he turned to me.

For a moment, just a moment, his face softened. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by the unreadable mask of a ruler, not a father.

"Esmira," he said, his voice even, measured. Distant.

I did not hesitate—I threw myself at his feet.

"Baba, please!" I clutched at the hem of his kaftan, my nails digging into the silk as if I could physically hold myself to him. "I will be good—I will do better! I don’t want to go! I don’t know their language, their God—they will kill me! Let me stay! I love you, Baba! I will stay by your side forever!"

His hands curled into fists at his sides.

"Stand up, Esmira."

"No!" I sobbed into the fabric of his robes, shaking my head, pressing my forehead to his knee like a beggar at the steps of a mosque. "Please, please, please, I will do anything! I will stop following my brothers, I will stop embarrassing you, I will be what you want, just don’t send me away!"

Nothing.

Not a touch. Not a word.

I felt his silence like a blade slicing through me.

"I do not care about peace!" I cried, hands fisting against him. "I only care about you!"

Finally, finally, he spoke.

"You must go, Esmira. It is for the good of the empire."

Something deep inside me cracked—so violently I swore I heard it echo in the vast, empty space of the chamber.

I recoiled from him, stumbling back.

"You are my father!" My breath came in ragged, uneven gasps. "I am your daughter! I am not a pawn for your empire!"

He did not move. He did not reach for me.

"You are a princess of the Ottoman Empire." His voice was hard, cold. A warlord’s voice, not a father’s. "You will do your duty."

I shook my head, tears burning like acid down my cheeks.

"If you send me away, I will never love you again."

Something flickered in his eyes.

"Esmira—"

"I swear to God, Baba!" My voice rose in fury, in anguish, in something too deep to name. "I swear by Allah Himself, if you listen to my mother, if you send me away, I will never forgive you! Never! You will not be my father anymore!"

His nostrils flared. His lips pressed into a thin line.

"You will not speak to me that way."

"You are not listening to me!"

I was screaming now, screaming as if the force of my voice alone could bring him back to me.

"I will hate you for the rest of my life!"

And then—he struck me.

The first slap sent me reeling. The second tore the breath from my lungs.

My ears rang. My vision blurred.

I staggered back, stunned, unable to process what had just happened.

He had never hit me before.

Never.

Not once in my entire life.

His sons had felt his hand before—when they disobeyed, when they failed, when they acted recklessly. But not me.

Never me.

I stared up at him, at the man who had once held me in his arms, who had once called me his moon.

I did not recognize him.

He was no longer my Baba—he was Sultan Suleiman, the Great Turk, the Shadow of God on Earth, the warlord who crushed enemies beneath his heel and ruled an empire with an iron fist.

And now, I was afraid of him.

His expression shifted. Regret flickered in his gaze. His hands trembled as he reached for me.

"Esmira—"

I flinched.

I flinched away from him.

For the first time in my life, I feared my own father.

The moment stretched between us, heavy, suffocating.

I saw the realization dawn on him—saw the way his chest rose sharply, saw the way his hands fell to his sides, saw the guilt carve into his face like stone.

But I did not give him the chance to take it back.

I turned and ran.

I did not stop running.

Not when I reached the halls. Not when the guards called after me. Not when my mother’s voice echoed in the distance.

I ran until my lungs burned, until the cold air cut through my thin silk dress, until the world blurred into nothing but streaks of gold and blue and white.

The moon above me was full and bright, casting silver light across the palace gardens.

I pressed my forehead to the earth, fingers digging into the soil.

"I will come back."

The words left my lips like a prayer.

"I swear it."

"And when I do, I will never love you again."

OKKK YA'LL??? WHAT DO YA'LL THINK??? YOU LIKE??? I TRIED SO HARD ON THIS SO PLS BE NICE! I'M KINDA SCARED TO PUT THIS OUT BC ITS NOT MY USUAL CONTENT AND I CHANGED MY WRITING STYLE A BIT, BUT I HOPE IT INTERESTS PEOPLE!! Likes, comments, asks and reblongs are always appreciated, also the platonic yanderes in this story are Sultan Suleiman, Sultana Medrivah, Sehzade Mehmed, Mustafa, and Selmin!

also, yk ur writings good when u got ppl in ur dms and asks telling u its AI. Like bitch please, I spend HOURS thinking of plots and dialougue only to have some random anon saying its AI????? like be fr.

3 months ago

"reader having acrylic nails that somehow release venom tbh" baller concept

THANK YOUUUU I was literally so proud of myself for coming up with it like i was kicking my feet n shit. glad that someone else thinks its cool <3

3 months ago

Ngl Tim's friends seems to be the best ones for her(readers) age, I kinda want reader to have a love interest who is not conner, bc as much as I love him, he's just everywhere now.😭 Or it could be Jon, having a crush on his best friends sister for years, always acting nice with Tiffany for the sake of them(damian and other bats) but never liking her, liking reader more and making sure his conversations w her are only between them(using his super hearing and sht) or it could be Bart, he seems silly but loyal and only has eyes for reader?

I woke up so so sick so if this suck's ignore it!! I'm doing this on my laptop so I can't rlly use emoji's and it's pissing me off

ok yeah Tim's friends are the most age appropriate but keep in mind reader does have daddy issues.... I honesty see reader trying for Jason's friends, maybe even Dick's. Or when she becomes 18 and the Batfam is fully yandere and won't let her near guys her age, she'll start trying to get with Bruce's friends. The family's reactions would all be priceless and I think Bruce would genuinely blow a fuse.

I LOVE connor but i also feel like he's almost always the love interest, which isn't bad, but i'm not feeling it. reader will have more than one love interest bc if you've read my "HOT TO GO" headcannon, she gets around. with Jon, it could be puppy love seeing as reader is older than Damian so she's older than jon by about 3 years i think??

it would be really cute for jon to have always been pining after reader even before her new abilities and just blushing and stuttering around her while reader only has eyes for Connor because jon is just her baby brother's best friend. i always get confused w jon because of the whole being sent to space and aging thing so I might just ignore that and just have him be Damian's age.


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3 months ago

GOD I WANT TO SEE THEM ALL GROVELL! EVEN DENT! I LOVE IT !

YES I KNOW!! THEY WILL ALLL COME CRAWLING BACK

3 months ago

what if tiffanny started like trying to copy reader like to a t but failing

like tiffany reads readers diary only to not be able to copy their interest

when they bake its burnt, gross, or just slightly off to the point its noticable to everyone but yk

reader likes making music ? tiffany cant sing or play any instruments. any music that used to make the manor feel like home now just sounds rachet. like a class full of elemntary schoolers trying to play the recorder

reader likes to play music ? the music that once haunted the manor is gone and replaced with silence.

reader likes painting ? the paintings reader made are taken down by tiffany and replaced with hers. suddenly the quality is buns. everything looks ai and off.

reader likes to make drinks for others ? the drinks tiffany makes arent the same. too salty. too sweet. not salty enough. not sweet enough.

ect ect idk

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Yessss! ok you've read my mind bc this was the exact direction i was going in!!! it's gonna be so fun seeing how the family reacts to these changes and how they regret ignoring reader. the pure anguish they feel as they realize that reader doesn't care anymore. in my story, they're all kinda alr possessive over each other so they're gonna go crazy over reader. especially bruce, once he realizes how horrible hes been he'll want to make up for 11-12 years of lost time.

Tiffany is also weirdly obsessed with reader. like the hobbies I have in mind for reader are theater kid things like musicals, instruments, reading, baking, things like that and those are things that really have to come from the heart so no matter how hard she tries, she just can't compete. she doesn't even realize that her failed imitation is what exposes her, that she drew attention to your greatness with all her failures.

Sorry if this sucks im legit so tired and can't sleep :(


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3 months ago

I REALLY love your work and I'm now on the edge of my seat waiting for the next chapter lolol do you know how long it'll take you?? no rush, know you just posted the last chapter!

Its posted now!!!

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