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support · 10 years
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jasmines-library · 6 months
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WHUMPTOBER DAY 31. Prompt: Forced to choose.
Fandom: Batfam.
Summary: You are being flooded with threats. Text after text after text or headings about how your brothers were going to die if you didn’t make a descision. It was simple. Your life, or theirs.
Warnings: Blood, death, grief.
Word count: 1.1k (I know it’s short I’m sorry but it’s angsty!)
Note: Annd with that the whumptober season has come to an end. I just want to say a huge thank you. You guys are all incredible and the support I have gotten from you all is insane. I’m looking forward to working on requests now and to keep writing my own little fantasies for you all.
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“Fuck.”
You were stuck. A life threatening decision looming over your head like a dark cloud about five minutes before it is about to rain. Your foot bounced anxiously against the floor as you stared at your phone, rolling it around in your hand. You hadn’t moved much since the first one came through. It buzzed again. With trembling fingers you scanned the words on the screen.
‘Tick Tock, little Bat.’
You weren’t sure entirely how you had ended up in this predicament. One minute you were just going about your business in the manor and the next you found yourself locked up in your room with the message glowing brightly on your screen.
The message was dark and foreboding and no matter how hard you tried to shake it from your mind it came back. They were threatening to kill your brothers. One text after the next filled to the brim of details of how they wanted to carve them to pieces. Fear stuck you like a hammer as they continued to flood in, text after text after text each ending with the same haunting line.
‘It’s up to you whether they live or die. Choose wisely, Wayne. Your time is running out.’
In theory, the choice was simple. It was your life for theirs. And you knew what you were supposed to choose… but there were so many complexities woven within the situation that made it hard to think straight. In hindsight, you would have made the choice in a heartbeat. You would have given your life for theirs any day, but you couldn’t leave them like this not so suddenly. The four of them were away on patrol. Halloween was a busy night for the Bats. With so many people out, it took as many hands as possible to ensure Gotham’s safety. It was your job to monitor the screens, but you were too preoccupied with the text messages.
It was when the picture of Damian came flashing though that things shifted. This was no joke. They had eyes on you and your brothers and had the power to end you all with a with a snap of their fingers
You sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of your nose as you pondered. You knew you would have to make the decision soon, but it was a double negative. Stay, and risk the lives of your brothers, or go and send them into a spiral of sudden grief. It felt so cruel to leave them without an explanation, but it felt even cruller to let them die when you had the power to stop such things occurring.
You always took pleasure in the little details. The way that Damian hid his little smile behind his hand after he had pretended he wasn’t interested. The way that Dick always seemed to hum the same song over and over for days on end until finally he would move into the next and the cycle would begin again. And then there was Jason’s hair that was always just a little bit too long so that it dangled over his eyes and he constantly had to brush it out of his face. You would miss the little moments deeply. Spending time with your brothers was something that you cherished deeply, even if they more often than not contained childish bickering. You smiled at the memories but it quickly morphed into a deep frown.
You had made your decision.
Pushing the chair out from under the table with a groan as it shifted beneath your weight, you reached for a pen and paper and began to write, not bothering to wipe your tears as you scrawled across the page. You wrote six notes. One for each of your brothers, one for Bruce and Alfred.
After you had done that you slid them beneath the respective doors and shrugged in your coat. You sniffled taking one last look at your home before disappearing into the night to seal your fate.
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The wind howled against your skin, whipping around your body as you trudged. You had to pull your coat up to hide your face. You knew that if you were seen there was no going back. Your brothers would be able to convince you to turn back. But you knew that wasn’t an option. As your drew nearer to the rendezvous point, your heart dropped.
Then the hooded figure appeared from the building and froze. Taking them in completely. You took a shuddering breath, sending the other two spill in from behind you to surround you. There was no going back now.
Their grip was harsh on your arm as they dragged you through the twisting corridors. They had searched your body for weapons, stripping you of the small dagger you had tucked away in your boot.
They led to a room lit by flickering golden candlelight. The three of them inched you into the middle of the room before dropping their cloaks.
“Begin.” One of them hissed from behind a mask.
And suddenly your body was consumed in a pain so violent that you were forced to your knees.
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“Y/N?” Jason called out. It was unusually quiet in the manor. The lights were out and there was no sign that you were around besides a lukewarm mug of coffee discarded by the computer.
Tim bumped into his brother as he turned the corner. “Have you seen her?” He asked. “I can’t find her anywhere.”
Jason shook his head, concern bubbling up in his stomach. “No.”
“Maybe she’s in her room?”
The two of them barged up the stairs and turned into your room only to find Damian slipping out of your room. The lights were off. You weren’t home.
It was at that fateful moment that Dick came out of his room with shaky hands. He was holding the folded, tear stained paper. He had found the letter. With bloodshot eyes he turned to his younger brothers. “She’s gone.”
The Manor wept that night. No body slept as their body wracked with sobs that wailed throughout the walls. The was a dark hole left that your light had filled. It was as though someone had sniffed out a candle, stripping the vigilantes of any joy and light that they once had. You were gone, and with you your spirit and hope and the Wayne’s would never be the same again.
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moonys-library · 4 months
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"i swear on my life" bitch you're suicidal swear on something else
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anime-to-the-t · 2 years
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My depression grew in a tiny flower pot. Everyone took turns watering it. But after a while people stopped paying attention and stopped caring. So I started watering it myself until it grew big and tall. And I’m ashamed to say it is my biggest accomplishment.
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itatoys · 6 months
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The universe’s oldest star is dying. Muffling its own mouth, embarrassed, stifling a sneeze, a supernova event, after antisocial eons, without a mother, it fades quietly. The universe cracks its neck.
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hotgaymess505 · 5 months
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do NOT go on ao3 and do NOT read slow endings by rweoutofthewoods if you want to live a happy and worth-living life
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TW: suicide note
"I don't want to be remembered as the person who failed to kill himself countless times before finally succeeding. I want to be remembered as the person who was killed several times over but survived never being rescued."
-- from my actual suicide note
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TW: SUICIDE MENTION
So recently I got a suicide note in my inbox. An anon asked if I would contain them and that this was a suicide note. I won't block them but if I get another one I will.
Do not send me sucide notes. I am not equipped to handle them. I cannot emotionally deal with them. There are plenty of resources for this, for you to get help.
To the anon: I will not contain you, however, you need to get help if it was real and if it wasn't you need to figure out why you would do shit like this.
This isn't okay. If it's fake, that's potentially triggering someone random you don't even know. If it's real, then you should speak to a licensed professional.
This blog isn't a therapist. I am not licensed for this.
TL;DR anon sent a suicide letter and I request nobody does this for various reasons.
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rockbottomwithashovel · 9 months
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Tw suicide
Hey guys. I'm just posting this to say why... And to say I'm sorry. I don't know what to say, I suck at goodbyes. I just don't think I can do this anymore. It's like the universe is giving me more reasons to die each day.
I never wanted it to be this way. I started to think I could actually recover, live a long and happy life. But that moment was so short. I just can't do it.
I haven't been able to be happy for more than a minute since I was 10. I was just a child, and I had already gone through so much. But it was only just starting.
When I was 7 or 8 I was sexually assaulted. It was around this time that I started to more or less live on pot noodles as I wasn't allowed to make anything, but my mum mentally couldn't either.
When I was 10-13 I was emotionally and mentally abused. I was bullied for years, they made me do things and if I didn't I'd be the one with the bruise. The guilt eats me every day. There are rooms and memories from that time and school that don't make sense and I can't remember. I don't know why. The bullying even came from teachers. This was a private Christian school.
From when I was 10 I had to spend most excursions at home as we nearly lost the house, and I had to miss days of school to stay home and look after my mum, who was suffering from depression and needed support. This was when the household chores all fell on to me and my twin.
When I was 13 my mum tested me against my consent for aspergers syndrome (now called ASD). It came back positive. She told me when I didn't want to know. This caused a chaotic and unstable household. I was suffering ptsd that I didn't understand. My parents made me feel crazy. I was running away and coming back, missing school, not sleeping. Asking for affection but only getting attention if I was a problem. There was so much screaming and fighting and I was all alone, no friends, no family helping me through, even my twin was against me.
When I was 15 I told my best friend of 10 years that I have ASD. She never spoke to me since.
When I was 16 I was groomed by a man online, leading to me seeking out more aggressive and manipulative people online to make me feel good about myself. The shame lasted longer than anything else. Then the pandemic hit. My friend tried to kill herself. She left most people notes... Not me. She doesn't really speak to me now. I don't know what I did wrong.
By 18, I had tried to kill myself more times than I could count, never getting far (I was only 13 when I first attempted).But things started to look up. I had survived school.
Now, at 19, I've been to aa, the mental ward twice in one year for suicide attempts, I have depression, anxiety, ptsd, insomnia, atypical anorexia, suicidal thoughts, I self harm so much I could never wear short sleeves again. And I'm having psychotic episodes. I don't know what it is, I'm scared to be diagnosed, but my therapist has suggested a few things. As someone (if you've looked closely at my blog, you'll know who) once said, it's a living, breathing nightmare.
Maybe I am a coward. Maybe it's just too much and I'm too weak. But it hurts so much or I can't feel at all. I can't keep doing this.
People say they love me, that I'm important or they'd miss me. But I just don't know if I can believe that. People call me pretty but the mirror makes me want to hurt myself. I'm ugly. Unlovable. I'm just a burden and a waste of space. I'm so sorry if I am important to you. I don't want to traumatize anyone or hurt anyone but this just hurts so fucking much I don't know how much longer I can be strong. Maybe I'm just not meant for this.
I need you all to know I love you. You mean so much to me. I'm so fucking sorry if I hurt you. I'm so sorry. If you're struggling, please get help. You deserve happiness, hope, love. I believe in you. It will get better. If you see someone struggling, please look after them, even just a stranger on the train with leaking eyeliner. Just ask if they're OK. You could save their life.
I've got pierce the veil on the 27th. I'll do it after then. I'm not sure if I can hold on that long though. I'm so sorry for any pain I'm causing. I hope you're all OK <333
Love,
Rock
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howifeltabouthim · 2 years
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I hope you will forgive me for having taken my life. I know you will disapprove. Only think it, if you can, a happier life for having terminated now.
Iris Murdoch, from The Philosopher’s Pupil
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carrotzcake · 1 year
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thinking about the people who have died by suicide, those who left a note that no one got to read. friends and family who say there were no warning signs; the deceased rolling over in their grade, i tried to tell you so many times.
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twicedailyquotes · 1 year
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Virginia Woolf’s Suicide Note to Her Husband
TW: Suicide, Suicide note, mental illness, auditory hallucination
Dearest,
I feel certain I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can't concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don't think two people could have been happier till this terrible disease came. I can't fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can't even write this properly. I can't read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that - everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer.
I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been.
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moonys-library · 11 months
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can i just deactivate myself
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xxsunbeamxx · 2 years
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Fuck suicide letters. I’ll leave you a suicide playlist.
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tilbageidanmark · 3 months
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Miroslav Barták
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