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arofulboyfriend · 25 days

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on the future

When I was in my last semester of my associates, one of the classes I had to take was either public speaking or communications. I chose communications because fuck talking to the public.

It was a fun class, and my professor is great, and we still hang out and get lunch together a lot, even though I graduated in 2022 and will be going back to a different college soon.

But something in our textbook has, as dramatic as it may seem, almost haunted me ever since I read it.

It said that once a couple gets married and decides to have children or otherwise fully integrate their lives together, that they are statistically nearly guaranteed to steadily drop their single, non-partnered, not child-rearing friends, and only make friends with other married parents.

And... reading that made me sad. I have no desire to get married even if it's a platonic marriage of convenience, and I will never, ever, have children. But I don't want to live alone, even if one day I do finish my doctorates and get a job that pays me more than enough to do so, because I'm a social, cuddly person. And it didn't make me just sad, it basically confirmed in confident, scientific terms that my worst fear of ending up sad and alone and unsupported were going to come true.

You see, my aroace journey has not been a fun one. I've rushed into relationships romantic and sexual, had sex I hated, dated people I didn't like, and even now am in a relationship I'm not truly ecstatic about, just agreed cause she wanted to label me her boyfriend to feel comfortable things I'd 100% do platonically given half a chance. (She's a great friend and I adore her and she's aware I don't feel romantic feelings towards her, our relationship is fine, it's just not a thing I went into with that goal in mind, if that makes sense.)

All because I have a really deep seated and hard to shake fear of abandonment.

There are many reasons for it, but nearly all my friends from childhood and primary school, of which there weren't a lot to begin with, haven't just faded away or grown apart, they've, from my perspective, deserted me, usually to fulfill and commit solely to a romantic relationship. My best friend when I was 14 ran off one day, saddling me with her roleplay forum, so that she could get married, all because her then-fiance said he didn't want me rping with her, because he said it made him jealous. (Nevermind that she was 26, straight, christian, and I was a girl at the time, and also 14, especially 14.)

Ever since then, and especially when compounded with other abandonment even by less close friends, I've been terrified of being replaced, forgotten, cast aside in favor of someone who will kiss them. Logically, I know the experience I detailed above was far from the norm, I shouldn't have been the best friend of an adult woman over 10 years my senior at all, there's no reason her fiance should have seen a kid as a threat especially over SFW wolf roleplay. But it happened regardless, and I started to notice that it was becoming a pattern.

So, I panicked, relentlessly pursued a boy who ended up abusing me, pursued a girl who assaulted me, forced myself to be sexually available to my partner, all for the security I was told a romantic sexual relationship was supposed to have that they wouldn't leave me if I was just good enough. For already obvious reasons, it didn't work, and I lost friends, and then I graduated high school and didn't speak to anyone except 2 people, who ARE still my friends, ever again.

So ever since then I've been wary. A bit more cagey with my trust. My current roommate flirted with me a week after we'd met and had spent that week texting for hours a day, and I snapped at him in a blind panic that I had done something to lead him on, and oh god, this nice boy I want to be friends with is going to leave me.

And he didn't? And now I live with him? And we're still friends, even as the nature of our relationship has changed?

And he introduced me to his other friends! And I'm dating one! And another got me into cosplay! And they accepted my best friend without batting an eye! And we've all been together since just before the pandemic hit, and we're each others confidants and homies hand in beautiful hand together.

But... while I had been able to safely ignore it for nearly 4 years, since the breakup with my ex boyfriend and only sexual/romantic partner since, the fear came back, and stronger, despite all the therapy and self help and building of my self confidence, and then I read that paragraph and panicked.

Because my friends and I are in our mid 20s, and while three of us are aroace, the other five aren't, and they want to form relationships and build families - my roommate wants to do so as fast as possible so he can get citizenship and stop worrying about the status of daca.

And I don't know what I'll do if I lose this group. I remember that stupid fucking paragraph on a single page on a textbook written for and by a small public college in the midwest, and I panic. What if they all get married, move out, have kids, and decide the rest of us aren't worth the effort to stay in touch? What if my roommate kicks me out before I'm ready, to go settle with a fiance? What if, and how will I survive it? The first experience already nearly killed me.

But I was relaying these fears to my grandma last night when she stopped me and asked me how many people in my family have gotten married.

Well... you and grandpa, nano and pops, nano and uncle frank, pops and eleanor, mom and dad, mom and ex step dad, mom and step dad...

I have a much bigger family than that.

My paternal aunt is partnered for 30 years and never intends to marry him. They live separately.

My dad has never remarried and has had unrelated, unromantic, unsexual roommates.

My two maternal great aunts have never been married and never dated and live together.

My half brother is still single with no plans to marry.

My unrelated uncle never married or partnered.

My unrelated aunt never remarried after getting divorced.

If wikipedia is accurate, my cousin hasn't remarried since 1997, and was only married for 7 years.

All my life, I've been fed the idea that damn near everyone settles down, marries, has kids, and this is the natural order of things, and what I must do too. I didn't realize until I laid it out that more of my family have been happily single and/or unmarried for most if not all of their lives than have been the opposite.

What the paragraph failed to mention, and what I failed to realize until last night, was that that statistic can only be even mostly accurate to a time that has already come and gone. It can only be accurate to the generations that birthed the rest of us, and even then, still has another few decades to go before anything will be confirmed.

The rest of us? The rest of us that put the internet's global spotlight on the next generation of the queer community? We're already breaking that trend wide open and proving the statistic wrong and outdated. We're actively choosing to reject the institutions of marriage and of home ownership among a world that ruined both for us. We're prioritizing friendship and shared love over exclusive romances, we're building and supporting communities and challenging the biases of white colonial rule and the relationship to marriage to 2.5 kids and a dog is little more than a soundbite of scorn and mockery.

So... maybe it won't happen, that thing I fear the most. Maybe I can continue to live with my friends, and come home to a lively house or set of apartments each day. Maybe, even if they marry and have 2.5 kids, it'll be a set of goblins we share. Maybe I've found my personal fulfillment, I just have to wait and find out.

I hope I have.

I'll try and hold onto that.

#seren yaps #sex ment cw #abuse ment cw #assault ment cw #suicide ment cw

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coldslaws · 11 months

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song is ruler of everything by tally hall

more on the au below

this is an au based on n's beta design and Kinda following manga canon. he's more cold and callous in this than in canon though, having been mistreated even worse by ghetsis (the face scars and hidden left eye.. ). he enters his battle against hilbert secretly armed with ghetsis's hydreigon.

hilbert forfeits midway through the pokemon battle in this, not wanting to participate in n's needless fighting. when he can't talk n down from the battle, the elite four and alder show up to stop him. all of their pokemon combined, especially after hilbert already helped deplete zekrom's hp, is more than enough to defeat zekrom and corner n.

in a panic, n releases ghetsis's hydreigon to fight, but it's basically a feral pokemon. it sees n's passing resemblance to his "father"- and it turns on n immediately to attack him.

and despite everything, alder steps in and takes the blow to protect him.

#blood #abuse ment cw #< trigger tags jic #sorry still new to this please correct me if i got the cw tags wrong or need to add anything #coldslaws art #pokemon bw #pokemon black and white #natural harmonia gropius #trainer n #champion alder #hydreigon #not sure if i should tag the unova e4 too lol since theyre just silhouettes #and hey this au does have a happy ending!#kind of!#both hilbert and alder are severely injured but they do recover #n went to jail but he got his sentencing down to just house arrest if he could prove he could be a good person #alder basically adopts him #also different n design different prns. purely he/him transmasc #to add to the trauma n has been attacked by hydreigon before #might post more about thie beta-design au i have some more art with this n #beta unova au #<- tag for content of this au since i will post more. might try to come up with a better name though JDFKSKG

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genderfluid-and-confuzled · 6 months

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approximate design of what i want my next mountain goats patch to be

#the mountain goats #abuse ment cw

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insidi0summoved · 7 months

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thinking at the way nick for a long time barely get shirtless or show his back due to the amount of scars and marks he has littering his skin there due to his father's abuse. and even after his father is gone, he still feel the weight of his presence hanging over his head, and the shame he feel about himself is so deep and heavy, that he hide away the reminder of such thing.

#abuse ment cw #meta.#idk im heavily thinking about this and made myself sad

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pyreshe · 1 year

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me going on an unhinged rant about the m.atilda musical, specifically miss honey's part of the number "w.hen i grow up" and how abuse, especially when you are a child, tends to freeze you in time. people often tell abused kids they seem mature for their age or that they're an old soul, but it's more than that. other kids get to grow and learn with flexibility but. children of abuse are rigid and the other kids will eventually surpass them in terms of what we think of as "maturity". by the time they're all adults, the children of abuse are behind, frozen in time and unsure how to move forward, or if they even CAN.

and you can imagine how much worse that would be if you then had to face your abuser every single day in a professional setting.

#im going insane over here #tbd #miss honey deserves the WORLD and i will fight #abuse ment cw

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krowmeats · 10 months

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Warning: Low-grade bummer below. I'm still at the point where I'm comfortable using this tumblr for random bullshit but enough people are here that I don't wanna risk throwing any of y'all into distress. I did tags about it.

I had the exact sort of shitty childhood where all the coping mechanisms that involved becoming more boring were actually able to get me through pretty well. Which: Glad I didn't get addicted to drugs or get beaten ever but now I'm in my 20s and wondering how people managed to do so much shit in the meantime

#vent #Well not really a vent since I'm not like #mad about it #just sometimes you want to talk about shit that's not really affecting you but you know it'll bum people out #drug ment cw #abuse ment cw

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bloodgoddarlin · 2 years

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a letter to technoblade

hi. my name is ryland, but my friends usually just call me rylie or snail. i’ve been following your content since january of 2020. your skyblock videos helped me a lot in the aftermath of escaping a group of really toxic people who i thought were my friends.

i found you through jschlatt. the highlight video for you two playing together and winning minecraft monday was not only funny and entertaining to watch, but also filled my heart with so much joy.

i practically live in your merch. i wear it every day (hell, i’m wearing my 10 mil hoodie right now as i’m typing this). i have all your plushies. they stay in my bed with me. as embarrassing as this is to admit, i’m afraid of the dark. having them there kinda makes feel like you were there with me, as if you were protecting me, and i feel safer falling asleep.

i will never forget all that you’ve done for me, from inspiring me to pick up writing again, to making wonderful friends, to starting this blog.

i can’t even imagine what it was like for you, knowing that you were dying but keeping a smile your face the entire time. assuring us that you would be okay. that you’d make it out of this, even though you knew you most likely wouldn’t. the amount of love and admiration you had for your community was felt every single day. i know i felt it, even if i was just writing silly wish-fulfillment fanfiction.

knowing you, you’re probably getting ready the fight whatever force it is that controls the afterlife right now. i wish you luck. i know you can do it.

it still hasn’t really hit me yet. i had a lot of trouble sleeping last night. but that’s okay. i know i’ll be okay. because i know that you’ll be right there, right by my side, just like always have.

thank you for everything, techno. i love you. i miss you.

#snail talks #death cw #cancer cw #abuse ment cw

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hivelead · 10 months

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no idc that nat and travis’ relationship was built on trauma bonding / was toxic, they were just kids who were abused and they found a love, understanding and home in each other that kept them both alive for so many years. codependent and unhealthy? yeah maybe but they loved each other and that’s literally all they had

#྾◞ ⤐ ooc .#at least they’re together now 😔#abuse ment cw

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theanonymousclown · 3 months

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I’ve been re-reading this Psychonauts fic by @magicalmilly and my GOD this scene never fails to make me laugh. Anyway this is my petition to PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE continue this fic it’s been unfinished since 2022 and it was JUST REACHING THE CLIMAX OF PSYCHONAUTS 1-

Anyway the basic plot of the fic is that Milla and Sasha are very concerned about Raz because of what he shares about his family life. High key recommend, Raz gets to apologize for intruding on Milla’s nightmares.

#anon’s art #psychonauts razputin #psychonauts #psychonauts fanart #psychonauts fanfiction #milla vodello #sasha nein #fanart #bright colors #bright colours cw #eye strain tw #eye strain #child abuse mention #child abuse ment cw #idk how obvious it is but Mills and Sasha are speaking via telepathy rn

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yandere--stuck · 3 months

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if you have any more thoughts on the Joker Junior extending the family take I'd love to hear them!! Would J be interested in having Nightwing with them? Or Alfred? I'm not sure how well either of them would take to the venom, but if they have Batman anything's possible

Less ideas and more of an actual fic, oopsie!

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Three weeks. Three long, agonizing weeks without Tim. Three weeks of hoping beyond all hope that he was somehow fine. That they'd all look back on this and laugh.

But, no. Eventually, Bruce was able to get word that The Joker and Harley had holed themselves up in the abandoned Arkham Asylum, and something in his gut that made him sick knew there was some correlation.

Part of him hadn't wanted Barbara to come along, but he also knew he wouldn't be able to stop her even if he tried. So, the two of them traversed through the crumbling asylum together and followed the echoing sound of Harley's voice singing a lullaby.

“Hush, little baby, don't say a word,

Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird,

And if that mockingbird don't sing,

Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring….”

Closer, closer. It took both of them every bit of will they had not to sprint through the halls as fast as their legs could carry them. As Harley’s voice grew even louder, Barbara split up to find another way in while Bruce took the lead. His heart nearly leapt from his chest with anticipation as he closed in on her location.

“And if that diamond ring is brass,

Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass,

And if that looking glass gets broke-”

The moment Harley saw him burst through the double doors, she perked up, greeting Bruce with a smile. She was cradling a flower vase in her arms, which she set down onto a covered table. Craning her neck, she shouted over her shoulder. “Puddin’, Hubby's home!”

Bruce’s eyes followed Harley’s gaze, spotting Joker on the second floor where he rested on a recliner. With a flourish, The Clown rose to his feet, turning away from his rabbit-eared television set and popping a pipe from his mouth, tossing it aside.

“Well, hello, dear!” Joker strolled down the stairs, stopping just shy of Batman. He wrapped an arm around Harley, the two of them smiling sweetly at their bat. “Welcome home.”

Bruce all but snarled in their faces, leaning close and baring his teeth. “Where's Robin?”

Both clowns shared a quizzical look.

“Robin?” Joker repeated with a quirk of his head. “There's no Robin here!”

“Maybe he means our little J,” Harley offered.

The Clown Prince of Crime snapped his fingers. “Of course! That's it.”

Meeting the Bat's eyes, smiling back at his scowl, Joker gestured to the other side of the room. To whatever was being concealed behind the large blue curtain. And Bruce couldn't help his rage, shoving the couple aside roughly as he moved to cross the room.

The Joker stumbled back, recovering with the shake of his head and click of his tongue. “He must be so stressed out from work.”

“I hate it when he gets like this. He never knows when ta relax,” Harley shook her head and reached underneath the table, pulling out a bazooka from beneath the tablecloth. She fired, and a band of ribbons erupted from the muzzle, knocking Batman to the floor with a hard thud and wrapping him up like a gift - bow and all.

“Good thing he has us. Hmm, now what say we bring this little gift of ours back to the bedroom to unwrap?”

Joker's grin stretched just a little wider as he noticed the movement of Batman's hand - holding it up just so as if to signal someone, just out of eyesight, to stand down. Joker's eyes crinkled. Perfect. He wondered, was it the eldest birdboy? Or maybe they'd be getting two bats with one stone?

“Y'know, Bat's, we've been doing this little run around for years,” Joker spoke again, approaching his prone enemy. “It's been loads of laughs! But the sad fact is - none of us are getting any younger.”

Harley joined his side, patting her stomach. “That ol’ clock's a tickin’!”

“Quite right, Pooh! So, Harley and I were thinking it's about time the three of us finally settled down together.”

“But rather than experiencing the joys of pregnancy, we decided the best way would be to just marry into the family.”

Hand-in-hand, the clowns walked over their Bat's prone form to each rest a hand on the curtain in front of them.

“But no matter how happy we are to join you, we were a bit disappointed that we didn't really have the chance to nurture them, too,” Joker lamented. “And after all, what better way to officially join the family than to impart a little bit of our personalities to the kiddos? He needed a bit of molding, of course, but-”

The couple yanked on each side of the curtain, the blue cloth sliding and billowing out as it parted - revealing a child strapped to a medical examination table.

“... What kid doesn't?” Joker finished with a grin, drinking in the Dark Knight's reaction.

Bruce couldn't help the exhale of ‘no’ that left him. Couldn't even blink, too horrified to look away from what had been done to Tim. The horror set in all at once, like freezing water flooding through every nerve in his system.

Joker brought Tim forward with the click of a button, the table rolling forward and bringing the boy into the light.

Tim...

His face an acid-washed white. His hair an unearthly green. His Robin costume now replaced with an exact recreation of Joker's own suit. And his face… Contorted in a pained smile and his eyes wide and afraid, unblinking.

“Say hello to Dada, JJ,” Joker cooed.

Tim's eyes, seeming to glow red in the light, shifted from Joker to Batman. He leaned further into the light, locking eyes with Bruce, and laughed. He laughed in a way Bruce had never, ever heard before. He unbound himself from the table, leaping to the floor on scrawny legs - God, how much weight had he lost in such a short amount of time. What had they done to his boy?

All at once, the cold shock and dawning horror inside Bruce shifted - and his whole body was alight with rage, like a fire inside threatening to escape through every orifice as he ripped through his bonds. The shout he made was near inhuman, launching a batarang he had cut the ribbons with directly at Joker's head, only for the Clown to dodge it with ease.

Harsh giggles flooded from Joker's throat, wiggling a finger in a ‘come hither’ motion before jumping onto the now vacant medical table, rocketing off with the click of a button, causing Bruce to almost stumble and reorient himself to take off after him - and leaving Barbara to deal with Harley.

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Giggles bubbled from Tim JJ's throat as he stared unblinkingly down at his father, body crumpled on the floor, cape draped almost protectively over his prone body. And with giddy glee, The Joker Papa J hopped down from the giant building blocks he was perched upon, where he had sliced at Batman and sent him tumbling down only seconds ago.

It was all a blur for Bruce. The chase. The horrific videos of Tim… Tim's torture. Three weeks. Three weeks of that Hell. Electrocution. Beatings. Torment. Starvation. And it was all his fault. He'd failed him. The rage that had filled him nearly completely, made him seen red, had all been snuffed out.

First Jason. Now Tim. And Bruce still couldn't bring him to end this. His vision swam, and he could barely even focus. Not on Tim. Not on the man who tortured him. But… Wait. Where was-?

With a final hop, Joker landed in front of Batman in a crouch, hovering over him with a sly grin.

“You've lost, Bruce,” He rasped, and just hearing the name on the clown's lips made JJ seize up, his forever-smile momentarily twitching and a flood of nervous giggles escaping him. The clown continued, voice low. “Robin is mine… And now, so are you.”

And with a hearty heft, Joker lifted Bruce up by the scruff of his cowl and cape, as if presenting him. The grin of his face, the look in his eyes, as he looked down on his enemy. So proud of himself, so smug.

And Bruce. He looked in a daze, lost and beaten. Blood dripped from his lips.

This isn't what Papa promised. He said everything would be okay now. That he'd see Dad and Dick and Babs and Alfred again and he wouldn't be mean or hurt him again, because Papa knew he would be good now…

But when Joker met his eyes, something in them changed - his smile warping to somehow become comforting, happier. The darkness in his eyes dissipated, replaced with an excited shine. And with a free hand, The Clown grabbed for a large gun that looked more like a toy than anything.

“Here ya go, sonny-boy!” He said, tossing the weapon.

JJ scrambled forward to catch it. He couldn't help but notice how light the gun felt as he cradled it in his shaking, gloved hands. For a moment, he couldn't look away.

“Make him one of us,” The Joker urged, voice like a hiss.

It wasn't a conscious decision to aim the gun. It just happened. Like one minute, JJ was there and gone and back again. His hands shook so hard that he could hardly keep the weapon straight. Could barely even look at him. At the mask. At the man behind it.

“Tim…” Batman breathed. JJ had never heard his voice sound so small.

JJ would swear he couldn't breathe if it weren't for the rapid rise and fall of his chest and the wheezing, giggling exhales that escaped him as he struggled to calm down. Tears threatened to pool from his eyes.

This wasn't right. But, Papa knows best. He said everything would be okay afterward. He said he wouldn't be punished again. But, he couldn't. But, he couldn't run, either - too scared. Too weak. He wanted to be home. He wanted his family. He wanted to stop crying, to be able to breathe, to run into his fathers’ arms-

“It's alright now, JJ,” The Joker soothed, recapturing the boy's attention. “Just pull the trigger, and everything will be okay.”

JJ wanted his Papa to be telling the truth. He just wanted everything to be okay. He just wanted it all to stop. Bruce, please forgive him.

His finger squeezed around the trigger-

Joker's laugh filled the room, just as a green mist began flooding from the gun’s opening. It spread through the air and quickly covered both men. Joker laughed long and loud as he clung to Batman. He pulled his Bat into an embrace, a smile so bright and wide it made the corners of his mouth rip, as Bruce began to choke and hack.

The man seized up and shook in Joker's arms. Slow at first, but soon trembling and writhing in agony, barely restrained and pained chuckles escaping him. So much hurt flooding through every nerve and system that almost faculties left him. His lungs burned, his face ached, he couldn't feel his extremities and wouldn't have been able to hold himself up without Joker's hold on him. Bruce wasn't sure if he could speak or even breathe anymore, but somehow his body found it in itself to betray him, forcing laughter from gritted teeth.

Joker took a knee, gently laying Batman to the ground. The bat spasmed and jerked. Tears began to fall from behind his mask, shining on his cheeks in the light. Gloved hands caressed the sides of Bruce's face. Green eyes glinted in the light as they watched each movement of the other man - every sputter, every gasp, every choked out laugh, every pained, slowly blooming smile that wobbled onto his face.

“You must be so scared, aren't you, sweetheart?” Joker cooed. “You've been scared this whole time, haven't you? Ever since that night in the alleyway...”

Batman didn't reply - couldn't. His eyes crinkled as his smile grew involuntarily. All he could do was return the man's gaze with a manic smile that wasn't his own.

Joker stroked the top of his cowl lovingly. “But it's okay now, Bruce. You don't have to be scared anymore. You don't have to be strong. Don't have to hold yourself back. Me and Harl will build you back up to what you were meant to be. We'll be brave for you now. And do you know why?”

Bruce couldn't respond. For one, the agony of whatever this was, whatever Joker had planned for him, blotted out almost all thoughts in his mind completely. Could only tremble and writhe and cry and laugh. Laugh. Laugh. The laughing made it hurt just a little less. But he could still barely even register what the other man was saying. What he could register, though, was the image of Joker slowly leaning down to press his lips to Bruce's cloaked forehead.

“Because we love you.” Joker finished.

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“Ohhhh, Harley!” Joker's voice rang through the cavernous halls of the abandoned asylum. “Barbie's turn!”

Barbara's stomach sunk to her feet and her heart skipped a beat. Barbie? No. No, there was no way, he could have known her name. Oh God, what happened to Bruce-?

In the middle of her ruminations, Harley caught her by surprise. A jab to the face, the pull of her leg to trip her up leaving her scrambling to correct her fall- only for her to feel hand grasp tightly at the nape of her neck, coiling painfully at the root of her hair. She was shoved onto her stomach, face-to-face with the dirty, cracked tiles of the former asylum’s floor.

“You know what that means! C'mon, Barbie,” Harley grunted, fingers twisting in the roots of her hair. She lunged forward, slamming her face to the floor with a sick crunch. “Let's go party!”

And everything went dark.

… Barbara awoke with a groan. The smell of pennies flooded her nostrils. Her vision was bleary and swam as she struggled to open her eyes.

A dark figure entered her vision from her periphery, and it loomed over a figure clad in purple. And for a moment, just one moment, she allowed herself to hope.

But, that hope crumbled just as quickly as Joker's voice entered her ears.

“You're okay, Bruce, you're okay, sweetie. You're gonna play nice now, right?”

Barbara couldn't help but shudder at the sound of Bruce's laugh in reply.

Hands found their way to Barbara's hair again, this time much softer. Not grabbing, just brushing and stroking almost soothingly.

“Wakey, wakey, eggs ‘n bakey,” Harley sang as she carded her hands through the younger woman's hair. “Y'know, I've always wanted a daughter. A little girl of my own. You think you'd ever want Mama to braid your hair for you? It's so pretty!”

“Ah, welcome back to the land of the living, Barbie,” Joker greeted. “Your Dad and I were just talking about you. A real chip off the ol’ block. Now all we need is to make it official.”

Barbara watched as Tim approached Bruce, pushing a gun of some kind into his hands. The Batman held it in his hands, smiling down at the weapon - but seemed almost hesitant. Unsure. Like he knew this was wrong. Like the weapon would somehow come alive and bite him.

“Batman, listen to me,” Batgirl pleaded. “Don't do this. Whatever they've done to you, this isn't you.”

“Oh, but it is! And soon it'll be you, too,” Harley corrected, walking back to give herself some distance.

“I know you're torn, Batsy, but I promise this is for the best,” Joker rubbed circles into the other man's back. “We'll all finally be together. Once we get Barbie here, then we'll get Dick and Al. And we'll be a family! They'll never be hurt again. You'll never be hurt again, sweetheart. I won't let anything bad happen anymore. You'll get your happily ever after. You won't be afraid ever again, I promise.”

Tears stung at Barbara's cheeks as she begged. “Batman, please!”

And for a moment, she thought she somehow got through to him. They locked eyes and Bruce smiled at her with a smile that isn't his own. But, she thought she could see understanding or recognition or something in his eyes, and was sure he'd toss the gun away and start kicking Joker's ass.

But, she was wrong.

With a hiss, green toxin flooded all around her. Even over her screams, the sounds of Joker, Tim, Harley, and Bruce's laughter smothered her completely. And soon after, so did her own.

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coulsonlives · 9 months

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This is why antis having Hannibal stuff all over their blogs will never not be funny to me.

Do antis know that Brian Fuller, the maker of their fave show about abusive characters, is against censorship? Do they choose to ignore that, dropping their fabricated 'outrage' only when it's convenient for them because they care more about watching a show than, contrary to what they say, 'helping abuse victims', or 'standing up to fiction that romanticizes abuse''? Which Hannibal clearly does?

Maybe some of them will say, 'well, I can separate the creator from the show!!' to justify their hypocrisy. But if that's the case, why the fuck can't they also separate indie creators/writers/artists from their creations?

It's hypocrisy all the way up.

#i keep seeing stuff lol i'm on a roll tonight!#also it's funny because these people are totally willing to watch hannibal abuse will to heck and back but they draw the line at um #a depiction of gay sex between them #can we #can we just take a moment to let that sink in #brian fuller #nbc hannibal #antis #censorship #anti censorship #the mary sue #writing #fanfiction #fandom #bullying #harassment #abuse ment cw

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the-shinysnorlax · 5 months

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God I’m begging. On all hands and knees. If you are going to write Miguel in a fic. Read his comics. Go to his wiki page. Do RESEARCH. Because I am sick and tired of people mischaracterizing Miguel ESPECIALLY here on Tumblr. It’s ridiculous.

Like my guy is not flirtatious. He’s a pathetic sad little nerd (Affectionate) who alienates himself from everyone and doesn’t know how to express his feelings so he just becomes overtly sarcastic. That’s Miguel.

Also y’all. REMEMBER THAT GABRIEL EXISTS. HE HAS A FAMILY.

Lastly Miguel was abused as a child. Hes tried unaliving himself. Miguel has trauma that isn’t just his daughter dying.

So yeah. Miguel is a complex character. I get it. But again, it is not hard to do research on him and his character. I beg. I’m tired of the blatant Mischaracterization of him. Please please PLEASE read his comics or at least read his wiki page. Anything. I’m done with him being written as a completely different character.

#miguel ohara #spiderman 2099 #marvel comics #across the spiderverse #atsv #Snorlax rambles #abuse ment tw #child abuse ment cw #suicide ment tw #you can also ask me or other Miguel comic experts for advice and recs too #like I don’t mind #just please try to do research on this man before writing him because he’s a extremely complex character

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coldslaws · 10 months

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What's going on with ur beta au? i wanna know more :3

thank u sm for asking!! basically the au is based off of n's beta design(s) just for reference

and here are my own references (expand to see my art and more of the au story, cw for abuse and violence mentioned)

so the bulk of n's scarring, his missing eye and arm namely, were done by ghetsis with hydreigon. ghetsis is/was more overt with his abuse in this au, and wasn't afraid of almost killing n as a kid just to make a point to him. n was pretty young when he was attacked by hydreigon

the attack also indirectly taught n that there was no need for charisma in plasma's plan to liberate pokemon. if he could just liberate by force, why bother with any of the niceties and take longer to get the same result? and maybe as time went on he lost his original vision, it became less about "saving innocent pokemon" and more about "ending evil humans" if that makes sense

not super important but colress is the one to make n's prosthetic arm before he leaves the castle. he's kinda the same in this au, just a neutral scientist, but we might do more with him later idk

n still goes off to wander unova like usual, but he doesn't beat around the bush when it comes to his plasma affiliation and plans. his journey is finding zekrom, then taking it to the league to enact the takeover. he still runs into hilbert and hilda a few times. it's more like the manga than the games

in this au hilbert is more of a skittish pacifist, he's not really chasing after the pokemon league, just out on his own to escape a shitty home situation. he ends up facing off against n by being in the wrong place in the wrong time and it's just about the last thing he wants to do. but reshiram picked him and he has to fight this battle

n's plan fails of course. he gets arrested and ghetsis vanishes. hilbert was badly injured, and so was alder (who came to help hilbert, alongside the e4), and that combined with a lot of bystander pokemon and humans being injured by the takeover meant n was supposed to get a long, maybe lifetime sentence to prison

the only reason he ends up not being imprisoned for the rest of his life is because alder steps in. he sort of pities n, and he believes in rehabilitation over incarceration. he knows n never got a real chance at a good life, he was sort of doomed from the start. he strikes a deal with the court that states he has two years to prove n is capable of being a good person (through good behavior and a change of attitude towards humans; he doesn't have to love humans but if he could stop wishing an apocalypse on them that'd be good) or else they can put him back in prison

a lot of what my partner and i have covered in the au is based around n's time with alder and his family (drayden, iris, benga) and his rehabilitation process. a lot of it is still kind of ambigious/in the works. hopefully i'll post more art of it in the future and expand on it. thanks again for asking :]

#pokemon bw #pokemon black and white #coldslaws art #beta unova au #natural harmonia gropius #champion alder #trainer hilbert #abuse ment cw #sorry this was super long i didnt know where to start or end lol #and i took a long time to answer this ask #but i really appreciate the interest it makes me feel nice /gen

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