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#harv's identity tag

unikhroma · 3 months

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wasn't sure if i was gonna post any art of this guy, but i like these drawings a lot so here u go

it's a self indulgent variant of my big shot spamton so it's not supposed to have much rhyme or reason, it's just flashy and neon now (the neo is short for neon)

#my art and things #eye strain/#harv's identity tag

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ziracona · 2 years

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[ Been very interested by Harvey Dent recently, so I wanted to write some scenes that may turn into a full story that’s essentially an exploration of him and his relationships to Big Bad Harv/Two-Face, and to Judge, and himself, but is also a kind of typical action adventure. Anyway I have an outline building itself in my head but here’s a few scenes I wrote somewhere in the middle if you want to read some character exploration for them and a fight and some angst fluff hurt-comfort because that’s like half of what I write/enjoy writing let’s be real. Basic story/scenario setup is a new villain is attacking Gotham, has expansive mental superpowers. A number of people team up to fight back since it’s a universal threat to them. During a fight, big bad transports Batman, Catwoman, and Two-Face to a mind plane to have a home-turf advantage. But up there, Harvey is everyone in there in their own body, so he ends up with an unexpected numbers advantage that keeps him alive during the initial attack. Batman, Catwoman, and the Harvey group get separated from each other after the initial fight, and are trying to find the big bad and deal with it, get out, and stay alive (and probably finding each other again would be advantageous). So yeah, this is a little bit after the first fight and getting wildly lost in the mind plane.]

This place was a little plateau, some trees and grass, a kind of mental jungle almost, minus the expected mugginess, with a chasm and some rushing water far, far below not far ahead of them now. Harvey could see more traversable flat land past the precipice ahead, if there was anywhere to cross.

He wasn’t sure where they were going, and he was sure Harv didn’t either, or Judge, but onward was…better than anything else.

I don’t see a way forward from here, though, he thought, glancing to the left and right as he followed Two-Face quickly toward the edge of the plateau. It wasn’t a wide chasm, at least. They might be able to knock down a tree and cross. Or something. I guess we could also circle back.

“Wait.”

Harvey stopped and turned, and a few paces ahead and much more irritated, so did Two-Face.

“This is a rare opportunity,” came the voice always so confusingly clear for the vocal chords he had in reality. Even here, where it made sense to hear, and he looked like his old self and had been given his own old vocal chords back again, he couldn’t even really get used to the sound of hearing himself out loud.

Clearly very exasperated by this detour, Two-Face turned around completely. “For what? If you hadn’t noticed, we’re not exactly walking around without a time limit.”

“For separation,” said Judge collectedly, drawing his sword so calmly, and leveling the massive thing at them.

No. Not at me, realized Harvey on a stunted delay. He was just standing between them. At Harv—a-at. …Two-Face.

Dazed almost, still somehow not quite getting what should have surely been obvious, he looked behind him at Two-Face, then back at Judge.

Two-Face took a step back. “Are you kidding me?” he asked with anger and disbelief, “We don’t event know what would happen! If one of the others dies here, they’re dead out there too! For all we know, any ONE of us three bites it, and we all drop dead!”

“A calculated risk I am willing to take,” replied Judge, unmoved.

“Yeah, big surprise, coming from you,” shot back Two-Face, clenching his fists, “Killing all three of us has never been a problem for you!”

“We appear here as unique individuals,” commented Judge, “I do not feel pain when you are injured. You did not become injured when Harvey was cut. To the best conclusion of reasonable logic, we are each only a representation of and container for ourself. Therefore, it stands to reason that if we are each a segment of Harvey Dent’s mind, separated completely for the first time, a segment being lost would reflect, in reality, only a loss of that segment, forever. Not a death of the whole.”

Livid, Two-Face extended his arms and started making sweeping gestures as he spoke. “And you have no idea what a huge fucking chunk of brain death might MEAN for the whole!”

“No,” agreed Judge, sword still leveled, “But it is a risk I am willing to take.”

“So, what, you’re going to kill me?” snapped Two-Face in disbelief, “We’re stuck in here fighting for our life already, and you’d risk all three of us to get rid of me permanently? What gives you the right-!”

Judge turned his attention to Harvey. “-With two of us, it would be quite efficient and easy a task.”

Two-Face stopped.

“This will likely be an opportunity you are never given again,” continued Judge calmly to Harvey.

“You can’t be serious,” said Two-Face, but his voice was different this time.

Harvey wasn’t looking at him. He was still staring at Judge.

Opportunity? It echoed in his head. He had wanted this for so, so long. All he had wanted for years was to be free of Harv again, forever. To be himself. Again. Free. To try. To…

He turned to look at Two-Face, time feeling stilted around him.

“No,” said Two-Face like he couldn’t process it either, taking another step back, “It could kill you.”

“We are fighting either way,” said Judge calmly, sword still perfectly leveled, as if the insanely oversized thing weighed nothing to him, “We are not both walking away from this space. If he is doomed to a risk either way, there are no questions left to be asked.”

“Hell there aren’t!” shouted Two-Face, something in him snapping, “I’m a much bigger part of him than you are, and I always have been!”

Judge was silent. Immovable. So massive. Why was he so big? Here, he and Big Bad Harv were identical except his lack of the acid scars. Judge was two or three times the size of either one of them, floating there in robes like a concept, not a person. Maybe that’s what he’s meant to be, thought Harvey with a sickened feeling in his stomach. Had he always been so big? Had they always been so much smaller?

I think I’m afraid of you, thought Harvey. A stupid thing to think. He was. He always had been. Why…was it crippling him now?

Maybe, for a moment back there when they’d all three been fighting side-by-side, it was because he’d felt…powerful, and safe. Untouchable, between the two of them. Strange. That wasn’t a way he could remember ever having felt at all with them before. Of course it wouldn’t last more than a second. Of course it…couldn’t…

Getting no response from Judge, Two-Face turned to Harvey. “You know this is insane. We’re not even out of here yet! Who can you count on?”

“You know what must be done. You have always known,” said Judge coolly, continuing to ignore Two-Face, “I exist because of your hatred of him.”

“You exist because of his hatred of US!” snapped Two-Face. Turning away from Judge, he took a few steps towards Harvey, trying to appeal. “Fighting each other here at all-”

“—This is simple.”

Judge moved with the words. Harvey hadn’t been looking at him, and by the time he was, the figure was so much closer, like it had apparated. How fast could he move? God, he was so big.

Two-Face hesitated and looked at Harvey again, then uneasily took a step back. Agitated, his hand went for the gun slung over his shoulder and rested there.

“You wanted a life without him,” said Judge, looming over them for all the world like a god of this little cosmos, “Desperately, more than anything. You wanted to be like me, and failed. You let him ruin you. He took your life and plunged it into crime and sin and evil so deeply you have been lost out there forever. For all your feeble struggling, you have let this thing BECOME you. It snuffed you out when you were weak, and has walked too long in your shoes, destroying every part of who you used to be. You have fought for years to take your life back from this monster. Aid in killing him now, and take it.”

“I’m not a monster; I do what has to be done!” shouted Two-Face, snatching his gun and gesturing wildly, fingers so tight around the grip even through the scar tissue Harvey could see them turning white, “For justice, for chance, for fucking making it from one breath to the next! I’m the one willing to do what you two can’t, so you don’t have to! I’m the ONLY one in here who has EVER looked out for another part of us! I protect him! You never have! Even when we were kids! You blamed us! I protected us! I took it, I fought back, I was everything wrong about us we were blamed for, so he didn’t have to be!” He whirled on Harvey. “You think you’ll be safe with him? He’ll kill you too! He’s been ready to cut you down for the crime of existing since you were six years old!”

No, thought Harvey, I’ve been failing my whole life, but I could be better. I could be free of you.

He turned towards Two-Face and took a step back, hand slowly going to rest against the little letter opener blade in his pocket.

Two-Face’s expression fell.

It surprised Harvey that it would be…unexpected.

Two-Face looked from Harvey, to Judge, and the momentary hurt burst into anger.

“You’re both idiots! You want to try?! Fine!”

The Tommygun flashed, and Harvey dove to the left before realizing the shot had been aimed very wide of him, at Judge. On his right, the massive black-clad, faceless figure swiped its sword up and the bullets clattered aside, off the blade in a flash. It was impossible. But everything here was.

And then Harv—Two-Face—was dashing at him, and he had to snap into the moment, ducking under a swing at his head with the body of the gun, and trying to go for a knife swipe of his own to Harv’s side.

Harv kicked him away, knocking him far enough back that the swipe only ate air, and almost took Judge’s sword between his shoulder blades, barely sensing it at the last moment, and throwing himself prone and rolling.

Harvey was back up first, about five feet from H—Two-Face, whose back was to him. He was scrambling back from Judge on his elbows, one hand digging into his jacket and producing a grenade.

It went flying at Judge before Harvey could reach him to try to stop it, and he slammed into a surprised Two-Face and they rolled, grappling on the grass at the edge of the area, as they heard the explosion from the bomb behind them. Worried, Harvey looked to see if Judge was still up, and saw him standing, unmoved, only the sword singed with soot, in a cloud of smoke. The imposing figure turned its head toward them.

A fist rammed into the side of his face, and Harvey went back down, struggling for a hold on Two-Face’s hand to keep the gun back as they landed side-by-side in the grass now, and the almost twin figure opposite him tried to rip the knife out of his own. He took a knee to the gut, hard, and answered with an elbow to the side of Two-Face’s head, and they struggled and slipped and rolled again, a mad tangle of knees and arms and cheap shots; a forehead slammed against his nose; his fist ripped at acid bleached white hair, and suddenly they were slipping for real—fast—too fast, too far.

In their struggle, they’d been getting dangerously close to the chasm and the tiny river far below, and the last grapple had landed them a little too dangerously close this time. They’d hit the edge of the slope to the fall.

They went from sliding to falling in an instant, and Harvey shot a hand out for the roots of a tree as he skidded past, and and it ripped free in his hand and came with him. Harv got a foot wedged between a slightly bigger tree trunk, and an arm around another almost as fast, a half second before Harvey’s momentum slammed him into Harv, stopping them both, breathing hard, about three feet from the edge.

Fight forgotten to the near death experience, they looked as one at the monumental fall. Even here, with the way injuries and healing seemed a concept instead of a medical reality, it would have to be a grim and certain death hitting ground below. Even the water must be like concrete.

“Aaahg!” The shout from Two-Face startled him, and he looked just in time to be grabbed by the collar and flung bodily back onto the plateau.

The impact knocked the breath out of him, and he had barely had time to understand where he was before Harv had scrambled up and thrown himself back on top of him, raising the gun butt to bring down on his head, and Harvey barely got his hands up in time to try to keep it back.

There was a sudden sound like wind whipping around a building, and Two-Face’s face paled and he hurled himself bodily backwards, narrowly avoiding Judge’s massive sword.

He rolled back and up to a knee, gun out, and fired. Bullets sprayed into the grass and up along Judge, somehow cutting through fabric and air along the edge of his form, like there was no one inside, and the sword swept upwards, deflecting bullets from Judge’s head and chest.

Snatching the opportunity, Harvey drew his own pistol on Two-Face. It should have been an easy shot; he was distracted by Judge, almost unmoving, close. But Harvey missed completely just the same, and the man whipped around furiously and returned fire.

Adrenaline pumping at jet fuel levels, Harvey dove to the side of the tommygun’s spray of bullets and made it to a knee in time to see Two-Face back up on his feet, ignoring him again in favor of running at Judge—ducking under a swipe from the massive sword, and getting two shots in past it at Judge’s torso, that connected this time. The sword came back fast, with an angry sound from Judge, and Two-Face leapt over it, falling back a step unsteadily as the sword came again, too fast, slicing him across the chest as he tried to move too late, and back at him again with a massive two hands swipe from above, and it was all he could do to get the tommygun up and between them to catch the sword and hold it back as he struggled against Judge’s strength.

Somehow, he wasn’t scared. Harvey could see it on his face. It was crazy, but he wasn’t afraid of Judge at all. He was angry. It seemed impossible to him, but he supposed for Big Bad Harv, it must not be.

Remembering to move then, Harvey made it up too, not much worse for the wear, and haltingly took another shot at Two-Face, grazing him in the arm this time as he saw the shot coming and tried to break the grapple and jerk out of the way, making it just an instant too slow. Judge immediately made another pass with the sword, trying to catch him off balance, and Two-Face ducked narrowly under it, returning fire as he did with his gun. Judge fell back to parry shots what looked like effortlessly, and Harvey made a mad dash for Two-Face while his focus was off him again, knife in his right hand, gun in his left, making a swipe for Two-Face as he got in close.

Two-Face saw him coming and stepped back out of the way of the swipe, and then another, trying to keep most of his attention on Judge. He dodged a third swipe from the letter opener, and got the tommygun leveled at the towering figure of Judge, but Harvey shot the barrel, knocking the aim off and sending a spray of bullets into the trees.

Furious, Two-Face swung the gun over and took a shot at him finally, and Harvey swung left just in time, feeling bullets pass by in the air.

Out of his peripheral, he saw Judge close in again with the sword, and Two-Face jumped back to avoid a swipe and twisted past another, returning fire, and Harvey dashed to the side, trying to get behind him.

Two-Face saw the move, and turned his head to look for just a second, and caught the sword in his arm for it, cursing and turning his back on Harvey to chuck a grenade at Judge, face lit with anger and disbelief as the huge figure knocked the grenade aside effortlessly, and it exploded off behind him, out of range. He opened fire with the tommygun again, trying to get back a little room, and Harvey made a mad dash for him from behind.

Two-Face saw it coming, and caught him in the chest with the butt of the gun, ducking under a swipe from Harvey’s knife, and to the side of a second swipe, then leaping off to the left to avoid one from Judge, firing back as he did, and Harvey caught an opening just as he pulled the trigger and slammed into him at the waist, sending them both down hard, Harvey on top, and he slammed the barrel of his pistol down against Two-Face’s forehead as they hit the ground.

The impact hurt. He saw Two-Face’s hands freeze halfway through a fumbling attempt to turn the tommygun on him, and his eyes met Harvey’s, wide with fear like a hunted animal, and with anger, and hurt, and Harvey knew he was supposed to pull the trigger, but he didn’t.

He felt sick and wrong suddenly.

None of this was supposed to—he—

Judge’s sword came carving through his back, and through him, down into Harv, and he heard Harv scream.

“No!” Faint, in a voice that wasn’t his.

He was just looking. Down, limply, at the massive thing through his body.

He went up then, lifted, Harv pinned on the tip of the sword above him, gripping the blade with both hands to try to keep from sliding deeper into it. Harv was looking at him. The way someone looked at an oncoming car hitting someone else.

Shouted…something. As Judge raised them both heavenward. And then there was an awful force applied, and they were flung off the blade, to the chasm.

He knew he was skidding, falling, but he couldn’t move, or think, or feel. React.

Everything was cold, and far away.

He vaguely registered Two-Face hitting the slope ahead of him, slamming against a tree just before the edge, dazed for a second on impact. Harvey’s limp body wasn’t so lucky. It hit the ground past him and rolled down the slope towards the drop.

Seeing him go, Two-Face let out a shout and scrambled after him, fingers catching a sleeve just as Harvey hit the edge and went over. Harv threw himself after, dragging the limp form to him in midair and wrapping himself around it as they took the free fall towards the water below.

Pain. Aching, seeping, deep. It coursed along him in sheets. He was…c-cold too. Wet. Confused. What-?

Struggling, Harvey opened his eyes, blinking weakly in a failed attempt to focus. Everything was blurred and unsteady.

Where?

Th-there. Movement. Up…above him. S-something…

Trees. Rock. He could hear…rushing water. On his back?…s-somewhere…it all—

Trying to move sent ripples of pain along his gut, and he remembered the sword.

Sh-shit.

He couldn’t…see. Anything but blurry red, looking down at his chest. He couldn’t. Couldn’t move.

I-I’m dying…?

Moving. Something was…

There. Above h-him, on the left. Something was stand—Harv. H-He was. Was standing just a few feet to the side, with his back to Harvey, looking for something.

Hand trembling, Harvey dug in with all his might and tried to raise it towards him. Tried to say his name.

He didn’t think any sound had come out, but Big Bad Harv turned, eyebrow raised, and glanced down at him.

“H-Help,” he managed, voice a cracked whisper.

“Oh?” asked Big Bad Harv, rasping voice steeped in superiority and anger, “You think I’m going to help you? After you wanted to kill me?”

His strength gave out, and Harvey couldn’t keep the hand up anymore. He let it fall against his chest and slide back limply to the ground, body shuddering under the stress of trying, and enduring this much damage and pain. He couldn’t…keep his. e-eyes open… it was..

“All right, all right. Jesus. Just try not to die so fast,” said Big Bad Harv in the voice of someone who had been planning to kick someone around more, wildly diverting plans in the face of a sudden crisis. He moved quickly beside him and knelt down, and Harvey couldn’t get his eyes open anymore at all.

He heard movement, felt hands, heard fabric rip, and muttering words he couldn’t make out, maybe…maybe his name a few times? And then he was gone again.

When he came to again, Harvey had forgotten where he was. Where he had been. It all came back slow, as his blurry eyes made out the same forms of trees and rock above him, felt the cold of wet clothes, and registered the sound of moving water. It, and the twenty-four hours before it.

It was hard to think. He felt feverish, and half awake, even as he remembered. It was so cold, and he felt sick, but too weak to vomit. I wonder if I’m still dying…

It seemed likely.

He struggled to blink and focus more. Find some change in the light to guess at how much time had passed at least, but he was too weak, and it was too much to do.

“Finally,” came a rasping voice he knew.

It took him a second to find Big Bad Harv, because he was kneeling almost behind him. “Almost thought you weren’t going to wake up this time.”

Weakly, body shuddering from the cold and the effort, Harvey turned his head, trying to get a look at him.

“Am I dying?” managed Harvey.

Big Bad Harv shrugged. “The bleeding stopped, but he got you pretty good. Which I told you he’d do.”

Harvey tried to look down at his torso. Flat on his back, that wasn’t easy, but he could faintly see stained cloth wrapped around what had been a massive smear of red last time his eyes were open. Recognizing the jacket, he turned his head back towards Big Bad Harv and registered his jacket was gone.

“…You saved me?” he asked weakly.

Harv rolled his eyes and looked off to the side.

“Why didn’t you kill me?” asked Harvey.

“Why didn’t you?” snapped Harv, glancing back.

I…?

He swallowed, and it hurt. It hurt to breathe, and he coughed weakly on impulse, and the feeling it shot along his torso was agonizing.

“Easy,” reprimanded Harv, putting a hand on his shoulder to try and stop the involuntary spasms the cough had set off, “You’ll die and leave me with Judge.”

It took a second for the convulsions to settle down, and it had zapped so much energy from Harvey by the time they had, it was all he could do to turn his head again and look up. “I’m sorry,” he managed, almost pleadingly. His voice was the ghost of a voice.

“Good. You should be,” snapped Harv, “Can’t believe you’d rather be stuck with that thing, than me.”

Harvey coughed again, a bad, wet sound deep in his lungs, so deep it sent shudders along his limbs, and he could feel the pain in his ribs from it. He couldn’t stop coughing for several seconds, and when it finally ended, he tried to gasp out a breath, and it was hard. He kept fighting to fill his lungs, and failing, like a fish on a bank. They felt like they weighed too much to move. It started to panic him, and he gasped faster, coughing again, then he felt hands on his shoulders, and Harv carefully dragged him up a little so his torso was propped against his lap.

“…You okay?” asked Harv after a second of looking down at him and listening to the gasps and coughing ease.

“…Thank you,” said Harvey.

Harv made an assent flavored grunt.

“For saving me,” he managed, throat feeling raw now and terrible, but determined nevertheless. Harv started to answer, but Harvey noticed too late and kept going, still struggling weakly to breathe evenly again. “I’m sorry. I. never. never said that…” He swallowed, closed his eyes against the pain in his gut that was overwhelming him. Opened them again, shaky, and looked out at the blurry outline of the river they must have fallen into nearby.

Harv said nothing.

“…You know you…you ruined my life,” continued Harvey quietly after a few seconds, “My…”

He wanted to cry, for so many reasons, but it felt like there was no point to any of them at all left.

“…I lost so much. To you. I… … …But. You saved my life, too. You did. P-Protect…me. You’re right. And I never—never thanked you for that. Any of it. I…” It hurt too much to keep going, and he shuddered and sucked in a breath, eyes squeezed shut, trying to deal with the pain of existing in the moment he was in.

“…It’s what I do. I told you,” said Harv after a moment, no easily discernible emotion tied to his voice, “Ever since we were kids.”

Wearily, Harvey turned his head to look up at him the little he could. “Really?” he asked weakly, “I don’t…remember…much.”

“Yeah, I kind of think that was the idea,” replied Harv with the hint of a grin.

“You must despise me,” said Harvey quietly, looking away at nothing.

Harv was quiet a second. “…That’s a strong word, ‘despise.’ You’ve always been annoying, and weak, and kind of fucking exhausting, but…no. I’ve never ‘despised’ you.”

Harvey made himself look back up. Harv was looking down, meeting his gaze, face hard to read.

“If you’ve been…” He tried to swallow. “Taking my beatings for me, since we were a child, I don’t see how that could be possible.”

It was why he’d never wanted to think of it this way. Never let himself try. Making someone else to suffer in your place? Was so unforgivable. If he was really even worse than Harv, what could that possibly make him? It was beyond him. It had always been too much to bear trying to consider.

“Why do you think I decided to exist and take them?” asked Harv, in a tone Harvey could not remember hearing from him before. Almost an attempt, from something that was never meant to be, at ‘soft’.

Harv glanced away then, at the steadily darkening jungle around them. “Get off your high horse, Harvey. You didn’t make me. We made me. I made me. You haven’t been able to force me to come out and do anything a day in your life. I’m not a part of you you control. Thought you at least grasped that much.”

Harvey didn’t know what to say to that.

He thought, instead, aching and cold and wounded, running things through one by one, with the little energy he had to do it.

“I’m sorry, Harv,” he offered finally, overwhelmed with sadness suddenly, only when he had already said it.

“I told you-” started Harv.

“—that I never valued it,” said Harvey. He shut his eyes.

Above him, Harv was quiet. He heard him shift a little, and for a long few seconds, nothing.

“You did once,” said Harv quietly, almost to himself, “it was just a long time ago.”

Harvey tried to remember, and wished he hadn’t.

“Don’t worry,” said Harv carelessly above him, “You’ll be fine. We’ll get moving in a little and find somewhere safer to hole up for a few hours, before your ‘better’ half catches up with us.”

“I don’t think I can walk,” said Harvey automatically, looking blearily up.

“Really? I hadn’t guessed,” replied Harv, voice absolutely dripping with sarcasm, “Do I look like I can’t lift you?”

Harvey smiled a little, and let himself shut his eyes again and try to pass out. It had been more than two decades since he remembered it feeling safe in the way he did in this moment, to let himself do that.

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#Two-Face #Harvey Dent #Batman fic #Big Bad Harv #Harvey Dent fic #Judge #Two-Face fic #I have no idea what to tag this as #character study? relationship study? disassociatice identities self healing narrative study???#it is what it is I guess?#hurt/comfort #whump #no idea what else uhhh #Batman #I guess???#me writing #this if I go long form is going to be about all three but given the nature of their relationships Harvey needs to process and fix things #with Harv before he can fix things with Judge so that’s the order they go. Judge is a victim in this too he was created to uphold a standard #for a Just World that does not exist and expects of people what they cannot give so he is doomed even himself to be trying to be a kind of #perfect that cannot be made and that’s going to be very interesting but anyway here is some Harv connecting with Harvey and a fight scene 👍#the sum of our parts (fic)#the sum of our parts

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: Major Character Death; Categories: F/M, Gen Fandoms: Friends of Mineral Town Relationships: Elli/Doctor Trent | Torre, Elli | Elly & Stu | Yu, Elli | Elly & Old Ellen, Doctor | Trent/Jennifer, Elli/Rick, Claire the Farmer/Doctor Trent | Torre; Characters: Doctor | Trent, Elli | Elly, Old Ellen, Stu | Yu, Rick, Jennifer, Jeff, Lillia the Shopkeeper, Carter the Pastor, Mary the Librarian | Marie, Claire Additional Tags: Character Development, Slice of Life, Slow Burn, Co-workers, Roommates, Suggestive Themes, Grief/Mourning, Smoking, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Illnesses, Injury, Medical Inaccuracies, i'm a fanfic writer not a doctor, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, concrit welcomed, Health Anxiety, Medical Procedures, Strangers to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Friends With Benefits Summary: When Trent accepted the offer to run a rural health clinic, he didn't realize he was taking on the part of small-town doctor and neighbor. The dual relationships he develops with the residents of Mineral Town begin to shape his ideas of who he is and who he wants to be. But growing closer to others always runs the risk of clouding one's judgment. While small-town life is nothing new to Elli, being caretaker to her younger brother and homebound grandmother is. There’s nothing she wants more than the confidence that what she’s doing for them is right, but as she strives to fulfill her growing obligations to her family, she finds it harder to hold on to what she wants for herself. Together they work in the clinic and learn the difference between what you do and who you are. Multi-chapter fic beginning prior to the start of the game. Featuring two overly-stressed and isolated people way over their heads, the inadequately researched medical concerns of Mineral Town residents, and quiet moments of bonding (romantic, platonic, and familial.) Updates monthly.

What are You? - by Shadow_Assassin; WIP, 5/?, 7.7k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: F/M Fandoms: Island of Happiness, Sunshine Islands, The Enderings Relationship: Chelsea/Vaughn | Waltz; Characters: Chelsea, Vaughn | Waltz, Julia, Mirabelle | Maseru, Taro, Elliot | Eric, Natalie, Sabrina, Denny, Lanna | Lily, Vaughn Stark (The Enderings), Nyxn (The Enderings), Neko Vogsland (The Enderings), Julia/Elliot, Denny/Lanna Additional Tags: Fantasy, Secrets, hidden identity, Slow Burn, enemies to friends to lovers kind of, The secret we think is the secret isn't the secret, Shapeshifters - Freeform, faintly implied past Vaughn / Neko, Sabrina creeps Vaughn out, Crossover, Mostly Island of Happiness settings, Vaughn is Canadian, bite me, shipwrecked, farming Summary: Armed with a stolen identity and threatened by an old man, a mystical creature finds herself in a position where she's been forced to take on the role of the new island rancher. She has to keep her identity hidden while she tries to adjust to a new and strange domestic life . . . Joy. Contracted by one of the shop owners on the island, Vaughn is an animal trader that steals Chelsea's attention despite his desperate attempts to avert it. He's a jerk, but she kind of likes him. He just wants to protect his secrets.

A Chance to Pause - by Yotsubadancesintherain5; Complete, 1/1, <1k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/F Fandoms: Harvest Moon DS Cute Relationship: Claire the Farmer/Lumina; Characters: Claire, Harvest Goddess, Lumina Additional Tags: One Shot, Introspection, Fluff and Humor Summary: Claire reflects on the reason for why the Harvest Goddess was sent away, and why she wants to bring her back.

New Wildlife? - by chewypetals; Complete, 2/2, 6.5k

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: M/M Fandoms: Pioneers of Olive Town Relationship: Male Farmer/Ralph; Characters: Male Farmer, Ralph Additional Tags: Sex Pollen, Dubious Consent, Anal Sex, Nipple Play, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Possessive Behavior Summary: Manager Sprite leads Eiji to a strange plant neither of them had seen before.

#fresh crop monday #harvest moon #story of seasons #friends of mineral town #pioneers of olive town #hmds cute #island of happiness #sunshine islands

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 2 months

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You Seep Into The Pipes

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/26jDVH3 by ghoulfreak “Really? That’s kinda funny, y’know. Because—“ He cuts himself off with a short chuckle, “—because I saw some of my men return with broken bones and bruises. Worse than yours, but still.” “What a coincidence.” Words: 1402, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Bruce Wayne, Two-Face, Harvey Dent Relationships: Two-Face/Bruce Wayne, Harvey Dent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Making Out, Dissociative Identity Disorder, tf and harv are both in love w bruce what else can i say, yes i do make harv and tf kinda pathetic and whiny in this. shut up read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/26jDVH3

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the caped crusader #the dark knight #dcu #ao3 #ao3feed

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5-7-9 · 5 months

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Okay I’ll just make my own original post, I can’t keep reblogging in the tags…

Batfam VS Gotham Rogues as narrative foils.

So Dick VS Harley are foils because they’re both acrobatics, duh. But also because Harley has a complicated loving relationship with Joker, similar to Dick’s and Bruce’s. They both forged a new identity as a way to separate themselves from Batman/Joker, but they keep going back.

Jason VS Bane or Croc because they are all against cops.

Bane was incarcerated for his father’s rebellion, but he took himself in stride by trying to conquer all that stands in his way as a criminal, while Jason also tried living up to his father’s sacrifice but in vigilantism instead. Waylon was always feared and mocked for looking unnatural, to the point where his only career path was either being a freak in a circus cage, or crime. While Jason and his dad also had to do crime, Jason was lucky a rich guy adopted him so economic status stopped being an issue, although he still holds resentment. Harvey is a different case. Harvey tried working within the law, like how Jason tried working within vigilantism. Both of them found issues within their own rules, and then adapted to more villainous tendencies. They don’t really differ here actually… maybe in Harvs case he does constantly want to be redeemed and failing, while Jason doesn’t want to be redeemed but keeps getting redeemed anyways.

Tim VS Clayface because they both struggle with finding identities. In my personal meta analysis, Clay adopts personas as a way to be more liked, like how Tim wanted to feel needed in becoming Robin. (I feel like I could do better but this is all I got (for now?). At first I thought Riddler but then I gave it to another person and I just don’t feel like sharing the characters).

Damian VS Deathstroke because they both come from a fighting raised background, duh. But obviously one continued to kill out of pride while the other stopped killing out of (his father’s) honour.

Barbara VS Riddler because both are really good at computer hacking, duh. But also because they both wanted their capabilities to be acknowledged, so they went out of their way to become a villain/vigilante to prove it.

Stephanie VS Killer Moth. (Funnily enough Mothy used to be Barbara’s nemesis, but I feel like there’s some underlining offensiveness reasons as to why a girl’s nemesis is always treated as a joke? Idk). (At first I also considered Riddler because her father was his low budget knockoff version of him but I reconsidered). Moth decided to help criminals out of pettiness of Batman constantly beating them up, similar to how Steph decided to ruin her father’s plans for spite (like obviously for deeper reasons but that way of handling it was definitely petty). Now I’m totally imagining them coming up with plans to ruin the others plans, constantly trying to one up the other, lol.

(Cassandra already has Wusan as a foil, but she doesn’t count as a batman rogue so…) Cassandra VS Poisen Ivy because they both were raised as their father’s experiments. While Ives came out of it hating humanity and used her powers to continue her passion of plants but for herself. While Cass came out of it caring about humanity (somehow) and used her skills to continue fighting but aligned with her morals. They seriously differ here, but in terms of their paths they followed a similar yet opposite reaction.

Harper VS Freeze because of their care for someone. Honestly too easy, I doubt anyone can fault for Freeze’s motivations so I won’t try pointing out a difference/disagreement. Their similar goals put them at odds anyways.

Duke VS Anarky because of the obvious accidental(?) metaphor for communism VS the literal representation for anarchism. I’m sure there’s enough debates already about this.

#I feel like i could’ve done better but that’s all for now #batfam #gotham rogues #character meta #my thoughts

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the-gemini-systemii-blog · 5 years

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Memories from our headcanon...

A BTAS sequel where Scarface meets Peyton Riley... Originally typed out in a chat on Discord so it’s a little choppy but the boss did his best!

Arnold Wesker is the original ventriloquist and scarface is a "haunted" ventriloquist's dummy you will find out soon for a fact that he is haunted

Arkham Asylum is steadily being renovated as a treatment center for the mentally ill

and they were in OK hands but it was still called "Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane" at the time

Big sad feels from the Boss, hearing that name

I'm a Virgo, by the way

my birthday is September 22nd 1993

"I was extremely disabled, without my ventriloquist. He brought me to life... But I had my own mind. My own dreams. I'm not speaking out loud anymore, by the way. I'm communicating my moving my lips with my tongue."

(I'm gunna speak in parentheses by the way so the boss can tell a story!)

Oh, thank you! I got real depressed thinking back on Arnold and the Asylum and to cheer me up Peyton went upstairs to work on my puppet. He has a button eye now, and I got to meet Joanne, our staff member at the supportive housing where we live now... I slur like a drunk, haha, but Peyton’s going to be a great ventriloquist. We're gunna make it big.

It was still about making it big, back then, about three years ago, I was still with Arnold in Arkham Asylum. It was about making it big in my tiniest wood grains. But the immediate fight was much harder. I needed to prove I had rights. We were in therapy, and Harleen was saying "You think you'll still be Scarface without Arnold?"

I remember banging my fiist on the table. "I want to try!" I said.

"Give me the puppet, Arnold,” she said.

Arnold splutters. "This man... is very fragile... he does not believe..."

"ARNOLD!" she sais.

He bows his head and hands me to her. She does some dopey man voice, it's hard to resist with my iconic dummy, and says "Hur durr, I'm Scarface!"

Arnold says "Try... opening your mind... a little..." And as I turn my head to face her... as she turns the dummy around... she starts to get a really creepy feeling inside. She gets a really good look into my eyes. I'm a posession spirit, and albiet weakly, I managed to posess Harleen Quinzell She takes the dummy off her hand, shaken, and her hand is stiff and white. Arnold takes me back, and I sigh, thinking it was useless. Thinking her mind was too strong. Knowing what happens next. They put my puppet into miniature restraints and walk me and the ventriloquist down the hall to our room. They lock me in. They don't do that anymore. But the doors were locked back then.

I guess I should talk about me and Arnold, even though those weren't happy times. I'm staring out the door. He's quiet. He has asked, in the past, Do you want to talk, scarface? And I always bark "Quiet!" I think he's a curse. I should have treated him better. But I needed brains. I was staring out into the hallway And the guards start teasing me...

"Should we inject the dummy?"

"Haha which one's the dummy?"

I've heard it a million times.

There's a new guy though, he's a little confused, but he's read my file. I'm a patient too he says "Hey, he's locked in, shouldn't we take him out of his restraints?"

That depends on who's on duty. Jonathan Crane is very kind but often, we're restrained for hours. I'm just lucky they couldn't fit a straightjacket on my dummy. And they start talking

teasing

all kinds of ideas

they talk about taking me away from Arnold

about passing me around among the guards to see if I can break out

I want them to

I want them to so bad

but they're too scared

I feel my face --it's wood. The jaw moves. The eyes blink. But I feel a sneer. Usually when I become overcome with emotion, it bleeds into Arnold but this time it isn't Arnold sneering; it's Harleen. I see her in my mind's eye and then I hear her voice. My heart leaps.

"HEY! You dopes clear out! I got therapy with this one! " She’s running down the hallway with an empty sack over her shoulder. I press my hands up against the glass.

"Sorry Arnold," She says, "Your cellmate has a private session."

I can't quite describe how I experience reality when I'm posessing someone

her hands over my wooden body I'm very aware of my form but I can feel her breasts bounce as she runs

I knew from that moment that I wanted a woman to come into posession of me

"Alright" she says, propping me up and looking into my eyes. "You can stop that."

I'm silent. Playing dumb. "Creepy doll..."

She closes my eyes and puts me in a bag.

The next thing I know, I'm on my back, and there are fireflies in the air. My eyes are going crazy, my jaw is opening and shutting. I put up a hand to steady myself and say "Arnold, are you drunk???"

One of the dark silohuettes puts a finger to my lips and says "She's only a child."

And that's why I can't tell you what happened in the garden

they say I'm not allowed to access the memories I made while posessing Poison Ivy's daughter

her name was honeydew or raindrop or something like that

and they said that I had been a dryad in a past life

my name was Woody Vines

They made my wood green again, and I got past life memories... strolling through poison ivy’s garden. I wore a brown fedora then. I walked with a cane.

bunch o' hoodoo ... maybe it's true

either way they wanted to get me personhood

but the best they could do was to drug arnold with the same coctail they used on Harv and Batman to bring the alternate personality out and dominate the mundane controlling personality, to supress Harvey and Arnold and Batman’s civilian identity, whoever that is

it involves fear toxin, but I don't know any more than that I was transferred to the care of Jonathan Crane, who stopped restraining me and told me that he believed Poison Ivy to an extent and that at her request, if my dreams of finding a new ventriloquest didn't work out, my dummy would be laid to rest in the garden and Arnold and I wrote out extensive offers and contracts, but we couldn't get me independant personhood in the end... and I'm ashamed of this... I agreed to be sold as an object

I talked to Jonathan

I wanted a clean slate

someone I could mould and train

a woman,

and I made my wishes known to some of my old mob connections, but it didn't work out at first

Arnold wanted his money's worth

the debate on weather or not I was an independant person had only driven up my publicity and my price tag and I got sold to someone sleasy from America's Got Talent who visited me for several sessions in the asylum, where he insisted he didn't want me restrained. I remember crossing my legs unsteadily as he tries to get his hand up my back. My stomache in knots, putting his stomache in knots. He probably didn't expect to be frightened. I was very nervous, and I could tell he was shocked.

His first words to me were "So the rumors are true... you do have a mind of your own."

And I said "Could you say that again where the press can here you please?"

He never told me his real name. Only his stage name. Burt Laughingstock. When I scoffed he shook his finger at me and said “names had power “Scarface...”

“Woody...” I said. “We’re offstage.” I loved having a real name. I’m leaving out a lot of legitimate rehabilitation I went through in Arkham. I was so tired of being tied to Arnold’s fears and repressed violence, and that name, Scarface, I don’t hate it, but he’s a character. I tried to make the best of it. But the first show he took me on turned out to be some kind of tell-all Behind-the-laughter crap, and when I found out... I bit his finger off.

Little did I know, the sap had several documentations of his sound mental health and non-violent history, and he said if the dummy turned out to be evil, he wanted it destroyed. But Dr. Crane came through for me, saying that I hadn't committed an executionable offence. I looked like hannibal lecter when they brought me to court with Burt as my ventriloquest... strapped to a board by my hands and legs... cage around my mouth... but I didn't struggle... I knew I had my personhood argument in the bag... and I like being feared.

A mob lawyer came through for me and got me off on misdemeaner battery, with the heartrending defence that I had been sold to Burt as property when I had requested an open-minded female aide. They paired me up with a female cellmate as a favor to Sean Riley, and that's how I met Peyton Riley... and that's how I ended up where I am today (That's the end of the boss's story!) Yeah, that's the end of my story.

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It's fine. Thanks for answering. Do you see Harvey Dent meeting Robin, Batgirl and later on, the rest of the Bat Family throughout the years during his time as DA? Also, do you see Harvey Dent encountering the Joker, Riddler or any other costumed villain that lives in Gotham sooner or later?

(This is a follow up question by @frostbite883 !This is the un-scarred Harv au! Check my Harvey Dent rant tag for the first post!)

I definitely think he’d run into just about everyone over the course of his career!

Because of his close friendship (romance!??????!!!!??? lol if u want) with Bruce Wayne, he’d definitely meet Barbara and Dick and all the other robins at some point- and be on friendly terms with most of them. He wouldn’t know their secret identities tho!

I’d like to imagine that he and Jason actually get along well? Like, Jason’s a smart kid with a knack for literature, and he grew up pretty rough before meeting Bruce. Harvey can relate!

He’d catch glimpses of and meet the Batfam in their secret identities as well, but he wouldn’t know them too well. He works directly with Batman and Gordon, he wouldn’t see the whole family very often, unless they were dropping something off or giving him some evidence.

As for the villains, I definitely think he’d have encounters. Anyone in the crime families would be out to get Harvey because of how ruthlessly he’s going after their empires. And because of his working relationship with Bruce, he’d catch the Joker’s attention- cause that dudes obsessed.

Maybe he gets captured a few times, that’d be pretty funny to see. He’d prolly unleash the full force of his latent Two Face persona and freak the kidnappers out because wasn’t this guy supposed to be pretty mellow and not swear-y?

#Harvey Dent rant™#love this #love Harvey tbh #Harvey dent

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ao3feed-timdrake · 4 years

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Time Goes On

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2MrbHyF

by LiamLordofTrash

Taking place after the end of It Started At 2, Harvey and Harv find that not all of their issues are handled after moving in with Bruce, especially not those inside themself. Bruce has to deal with his infinite kids and their unexpected reactions to Harvey and Harv.

There is gonna be some rough parts and angst, however there will be a happy ending. They deserve it.

Words: 2507, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Twobats Series

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harvey Dent, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Titus the Dog, Alfred Pennyworth, Alfred the Cat (DCU), Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Joker (DCU), Waylon Jones

Relationships: Harvey Dent/Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: Dissociative Identity Disorder, Fluff and Angst, much more angst in this one, fighting amoungst alters, Some Humor

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2MrbHyF

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #DC #DC comics #Tim Drake #Batman #teen titans #young justice

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unikhroma · 10 months

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blood shot

info under the cut

spamton has been famous long enough that it's gotten to him. being dragged around cyber city for work affairs, not having enough time to itself, the constant criticism, people talking about it behind its back, poor treatment from fellow mansion residents: it was all driving him insane. along with that, he found himself obsessed with the mansion's butler, and he couldn't ignore it any longer.

after killing an aggressive customer of swatch's in a fit of rage, he shortly made a habit out of expressing his more intense emotions through violence. now there are murmurs in the mansion halls about his frequent visits to the cafe and rumors of people going missing..

there is more detail to all this but what i wrote is super duper long, so there's the condensed version. if anyone's curious about specifics feel free to send an ask

#my art and things #deltarune #spamton #big shot spamton #reminder plz don't involve my art w kiin or fictiive stuff ty/#eye strain/#flashing/#blood/#harv's identity tag #Gotta update that tag name but auaehghgh it's gonna take 4ever #BLOOD SHOT AU

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unikhroma · 2 years

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PUNCHING BAG SERVICE

REMEMBER SPAMTON G. SPAMTON FROM TV? EVER WANTED TO [Knock the living daylights out of] THAT FREAK?? WELL YOU'RE IN LUCK! FOR JUST 1000 KROMER YOU CAN TRY !

SPAMTON G. SPAMTON IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY [Death] OR [Death] OR [Death]

#my art and things #deltarune #spamton #violence/#death/#body horror/#(i think ??)#harv's identity tag #it has certainly! been a whole month-#as per usual don't tag this as kiin or whatever thanky-

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unikhroma · 1 year

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you've walked into what you thought was an empty home, but it seems like you were wrong!

trying to do more interesting composition, more practice with drawing fast (failed miserably this took 2 days), and more importantly concept art for the fangame

#my art and things #deltarune #spamton #hiya reminder don't involve this or any of my art with kiin/fictiive stuff thank you/#SPAMTHOUSE related #harv's identity tag #eye strain/#eye contact/#don't even have words for how proud i am of this despite it techinically being a failure-

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