#;Dead Dove- Triggering Content

[fallensxvior]

My favorite thing is that as someone with religious trauma it's healing to see this kind of portrayal and I just think he's neat

to be vulnerable here- that's the main reason why I write Yeshua at all. To heal my own religious trauma as the queer and disabled grandchild of a Baptist Minister.

TW: Slight trauma dumping ahead.

growing up, my mother's father was incredibly abusive and cruel. He would say that my Autism was God punishing me for impure thoughts (being queer and trans), and that I would be cured if I just abandoned "all sin".

He encouraged my mom to hold me down and pull out a loose baby tooth with pliers, kidnapped me and my sister often to take us to church events to try and 'fix' me, and discouraged both my art and my acting. He was one of my first bullies growing up.

I actually based a lot of Eluhim on my grandfather, as well as other abusive male authority figures in my childhood. Yeshua is the version of myself I want to be- still strong, happy, and kind in the face of a lifetime of abuse.

[roomwithavoid]

“dead dove” is not a warning. it has never been a warning. if you use “dead dove” as a trigger warning you are missing the entire point. the origin of it is that if you see a bag labeled “dead dove” and open it, you should expect to see a dead dove. that’s not how so many of you assholes use it. you expect me to know whatever secret code you came up with and then have the audacity to get upset with me for stumbling across something i didn’t want to see?

putting “dead dove” and nothing else on something is like putting “trigger warning” and not elaborating. you stupid dumb fucks.

[respawned-dove]

Hi there! Do you think you could make a Sniper x Medic x f!Reader, or just one of f!Reader x Sniper? You could go crazy with it for all I care lol. Thanks!

Hello, dear anon! Please enjoy this combination of headcanons and a brief nsfw fic.

yandere!Medic x yandere!Sniper x f!Reader - Of Dogs & Lambs

[CW: weapons, threats, dubious consent, noncon, reader having an anxiety attack, reader dissociating, stalking, lovebombing, mentions of gore/surgery/blood, manipulation, captivity & kidnapping]

Sniper and Medic are both pretty cruel, all things considered, but in remarkably different ways. And even as partners, they fight over it often. Yet when meeting you, they thought the exact same thing. 'That's going to be ours.'

Sniper takes to his usual habits, stalking from a safe distance. Observing your routine and absorbing any detail he can from five miles away. Diligently reporting back to Medic every night for them to discuss you in private. Sniper describes in detail the beauty of your naked skin seen through your windows, and Medic fantasizes about skinning you as a trophy.

As for Medic, he will not shut up about what lovely organs a nice girl like you must have. How it's been so long since he had a woman to toy with (no offense, Mick) and how you must hurt in such beautiful ways. Sniper finds himself imagining alongside him, only offering his wheezing chuckling and bright red face. They wind up having sex right after discussing you often, but it's not enough, nor does it satiate their growing mutual desire for you.

Sniper couldn't be the one to make the first move - he's far too avoidant when it comes to the delicate nature of socializing - but Medic would be more than happy to. Though it may be hard to even tell he means it romantically. He's the type to say "I want to be inside of you so bad," and mean that surgically, so most people close to him are desensitized to flirtatious sounding quips. You would only notice the severity of his seriousness when his reserved boyfriend steps up with a quick, clarifying, "And me. I wanna be inside you, too."

They're somewhat scary together, leering at you like wild dogs. However, a flash of one or multiple weapons would be enough to stop you from saying no. After all, they clarify, they want you romantically too! And doesn't that make it better? Medic's hands would be on you from the moment a hesitant 'yes' left you, but not aggressively. Not yet.

Wooing you is crucial to your cooperation, Medic has to remind Sniper that night back on base. It's important not to scare women off, don't you know. Medic views women as more delicate socially, but certainly not physically. He knows you can survive whatever he wants to give to you. Sniper is less willing to wait. He wants you, and fast. He's remarkably needy when it comes to physical desire, and you are no exception. It overwhelms his usual - albeit twisted - ideals of rights and wrong, making him more than willing to follow Medic's every plan for you.

It's an unexpected good time, being with them. There's a front being put on, you know that, and you're not stupid. But it is actually pretty nice to watch them fawn all over you in their own ways. Medic is more classically romantic. He buys you lavish gifts and is physical with his affection, a doting boyfriend with only slightly too wide of a smile and lingering hands. Sniper tries to do his own version of the same, taking you to secluded dates with just you two. A nature walk, fishing, fast food, and a night in his van together. Medic takes to referring to you as his 'little lamb,' a nickname so saccharine it melts you. Sniper often rolls his eyes at it, but he has to agree, you're akin to a small, helpless beast, just like the animals he helped raise as a child.

They're so different you wonder how they found each other sometimes. But when the three of you are together, you definitely notice a bit of banter and lingering gazes between them that reassure you they enjoy being all together like this. It's comfortable, and it's starting to make you forget the knives and guns always on their hips.

cont. (small fic begins)

After five months of dating, they take you to 'their house' for the first time. You're a bit suspicious because it honestly looks like a showroom rather than a house. Completely curated and nearly not even lived in. Medic is quick to tell you that it's mostly his home, which softens your anxiety as he does seem a lot neater than Sniper.

They take you on a tour, and it is a lovely home. There's plenty of space, even extra bedrooms, and a fully stocked kitchen. Large grey pinpads are on the outside of most of the doors, a thought that only catches your passing attention with how much they're crowding you and moving you around. They each take one of your hands and pull you towards the master bedroom. You chuckle at the obvious flirtation and let them herd you inside. The bed is large, and the room is decorated in shades of white. You're gazing around and don't have time to notice before Sniper has raised a strikingly large knife to your throat. He clears his throat, mouth hanging open for a moment, but can't seem to say whatever he was meaning to. "Reader, if you would be so kind..." Medic fills in with a firm hand on your shoulder, his tone turning your blood to ice. "Get in the bed."

They guide you to it as Medic locks the door with a button from his pocket. Medic's smile reminds you of a hungry canine as he moves back towards you. You sit down, queasy with anxiety, and they surround you, Sniper behind you with that knife, and Medic in front. Medic's hands are on you instantly, his reddened cheeks creased with a huge smile. He lightly scratches his nails down your arms, staring directly into your eyes as you shudder. "Finally, aheh. I get to touch you! Mick, if you will," he says. That knife moves down your body, slow, teasing in another circumstance, and then swiftly cuts your shirt from your body. A thin scratch pricks up blood, and Medic immediately leans down and laps it from your skin.

"What was it about not scarin' off girls?" Sniper grumbles at him.

They have you between them securely as Medic's fingers wander to his pocket. He pulls out red surgical gloves, and your breath hitches in your throat. "What- what are you doing with those?"

He looks at his gloved hands as if confused. "Er. I am going to touch you, Reader. Your genitalia to be precise. It may be mine now, Haustier, but it's still such a filthy place."

You can't help snorting a laugh at the ridiculousness of his words, even as you start to cry. "Why not just ask? That can't be it. What are you going to do?"

Sniper's laugh rattles in your ears, a smile on him that looks more like baring his teeth as the sharpened blade digs into your neck. "Just this, for now. But... The doc's been having a lotta thoughts about your body. 'Specially the inside of it." He taps the knife's sharp tip against your stomach for emphasis. "He seems to think your organs must be-"

"Something special!" Medic finishes. "But we can save it for the next time. I forgot to mention that this entire house will be yours now, Reader! You can be nothing but ours. Forever, maybe! It will have to stay locked up for, eh, the first few months." His gloves glide down your bare torso, cold and invasive. He leans right to your ear, his breath coming out in a shudder of excitement. "But I'm sure you will adjust. Humans are so adaptable."

"Can we get on with it?" Sniper says testily. You can feel how aroused he is, his body pressed against your back needily. Medic tuts at him, but he does stop wasting time.

It's barely sex, at first. More like Medic aggressively shoving his fingers into you as deeply as he can fit himself, watching you squirm with pain with that knife to your throat. He praises under his breath, swiping his fingers around every corner of your insides. Sniper's mind is definitely also on the physical though, as Medic has only had time to bring you half way towards an only half desired orgasm before an antsy Sniper throws him off of you and pins you to the bed with his blade.

"Remember how we said we both want to be inside you?" he taunts, letting you know exactly what's coming. He stares at you hungrily before licking a tear from your cheek and shuddering. His dick fits in you snugly, only thanks to the fingering, but it's violating no matter how little pain there is. You try to lose yourself in it even though you can't stop crying. You're just having sex with your boyfriends. It's all okay. It even could feel good if you let it. Until Medic climbs towards you, too.

Sniper flips on his back with you laying on his stomach, still speared on him, avoiding his eyes as they try to bore a hole through you. You feel Medic's cock press against your already full hole and gasp, a strangled groan leaving you. "Please, I don't- I can't take you too, please-"

But it goes ignored as Medic slowly presses his larger cock into you. The stretch sends white through your vision, and you can't help starting to cry anew. But Medic soothes you, oddly. Petting your back and cooing in your ear about how much of a baby you're being. "I stretched you enough, Reader, yet you cry on our cocks like a little lamb! Doesn't it feel nice?" His hand reaches around and strokes you, adding to the building pressure in your gut. "Don't you still love us?"

It sounds mocking, but you whimper, knowing there's some truth to it. You're deluding yourself into it. It takes the hurt away from their betrayal.

Before you can think fully, Sniper begins to move, and fast. Both you and Medic groan at the sudden friction, Sniper panting roughly in your ear, hands gripping into your hips hard enough to bruise. Medic bites into your shoulder and starts to thrust too. It all dissolves into a blur of pleasure and fear as you let yourself get lost in sensation, so you don't have to think about the fact that you could have seen this coming from miles away. That it all feels like nothing but your fault for even thinking they could be normal partners.

They pepper your body with cum, decorating you with the fruits of your assault. And you expect, maybe, to be left to rot in that locked bedroom, but instead they carry you to a large shower in the master bathroom and bathe you, then each other. Sniper won't stop whispering apologies and lightly kissing your flesh as he soaps you, some honor code he seems to have broken in his haste to have you, and in his getting swept up in Medic's plans. Medic simply hums cheerfully as he bathes, not even acknowledging the circumstances. The warm water and soap hide your tears from them.

You have a new life now. In a big bedroom, then slowly a big house, all to yourself. They visit daily, if not hourly, when they're off work. You slowly fall into the groove of it, being their little toy. It's not so bad, you repeat to yourself every day. And it's definitely nicer than having to work a job or deal with regular people. At least, that's what you tell your unbelieving reflection each morning. But until they decide they're done with you, you will live here. A doll to be experimented on, a facade of a girlfriend, a house pet to what used to be just lovers, not captors. It was never your choice, from the moment they wanted you as theirs.

[sward-detcader]

Currently working on a photo set for @cordeliawhohung ‘s Touch Me Till I Vomit, aka the Pet!AU. More explanation about the piece is below the cut!

HEED THE TAGS AND IMAGE ID, MDNI

[ID] Soap stands behind Bonnie, his hand tightly holding her face/neck. Bonnie is very obviously in distress, crying, with bruises marking her shoulders and chest. Though not on screen, Soap’s gun shot wound is implicated with blood running down his face and dripping onto Bonnie’s shoulders.

[TAGS] If you don’t like Pet!AU you are not going to like this art. Keep scrolling, themes of abuse, blood, bruises, bite marks, collars, crying, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

I’ve been a horror fan for a while now, and especially psychological horror. Core’s AU has really tickled a brain worm for me, this fic has literally kept me awake at night after I first read it. I cannot express how infatuated I am with the horror element, if this was a movie I would be in the theater opening night. It gives me the same thrill movies like The Black Phone and Silence of the Lambs has. I just… god. Yeah. You don’t get a lot of fic writers who are willing to completely delve into the horror side and who are steadfast in their goal and who don’t bend when people are trying to push and pull them to make it more romantic. I love this, and I adore Core.

There are some things that I really tried to incorporate into the piece. I know typically if a mouth is overly detailed or teeth are shown individually it can induce a feeling of discomfort. I also wanted to really highlight the idea of Soap being a dog in this fic, hence the exaggerated canines and the bite mark. I know the color of the collars aren’t accurate to the fic, but in order to make them stand out with the deep red color pallet I opted to make the black more blue leaning than red/brown as one might see in a typical leather collar. I knew, especially after the most recent chapter, that I had to include Soap’s GSW somehow as that’s a key element as to how he also became a victim. I’ll probably do a more expansive breakdown of the art and its meaning later, but rn I need to get to work lol. Please share thoughts on this piece if you’re willing, negative and positive! I’m always looking to improve!

[rowena-rain]

How do ao3 readers feel about specific/spoiler-ish content warnings at the end of chapters? I've been doing it (in addition to more general filterable warning tags on the story as a whole), but I wonder if people are actually reading chapter content warnings ahead of time and if they're helpful or if they just kill suspense without really adding anything?

Tagging this as harrymort only because that's what I write, but the question could apply to any proship or 'toxic' pairing, really. I can see how specific content warnings would probably be more valuable in certain other fandoms/pairings, but it seems like if you're intentionally reading something like a harrymort fic with 'dark', 'dead dove', and 'extremely dubious consent' tags, you probably know what you're getting yourself into?

Tbh, I'll probably continue doing it at least for the first few chapters of any new fic I might write--just wonder if it's necessary to do throughout the course of a longer fic.

Other dark fic writers, how do you handle it?

[bentnotbroken1fanfiction]

So, the next thing I may end up posting in the coming days, may be my dark!Fadel fic. So, I'm just going to put this out here, if dark stuff isn't for you, please don't read it. Even if you like all my other stuff, don't try to force yourself to read something that isn't for you. I will tag the shit out of it, but I have seen it happen in the past that someone really likes my writing so they will make themselves read my darker stuff too, thinking they can handle it, but it ends badly. So, please, please, please don't do that. Ok?

[dancingisdangerouss]

Non Compos Mentis update alert!

Chapter 4: The Suave Deceiver is now up on my account here X

[toriafiction]

Flowers For My Love

One of my Dick /Jason wips. This one just won't get out of my head recently.

It's a soulmate hanahaki fic. 🌸

Check tags for possible tw / cw

Dick has known since Jason was Robin that they are soulmates. Jason didn't know because, at that time, he was too young for the bond to wake on his end, and Dick didn't tell anyone because he didn't want anyone or anything to influence Jason.

He's still a kid and he deserves to explore who he is and what he likes and have his own experiences like Dick did. He should make friends and date whoever he wants and not feel guilty for it. He refuses to take that from him.

So Dick balances his time with Jason very carefully. He makes sure that he isn't around too much. He's absent more than present but when he is around he makes sure that they spend some quality time together and have fun.

It doesn't matter if that's just sitting in the library talking about what book Jason is reading, playing a game or watching a movie together, going out, or even patrolling together. Sometimes Jason comes and stays with him at Bludhaven. Dick shows him his city and takes him train surfing.

It really is a balancing act for Dick. He doesn't want to woo Jason and doesn't want Jason to slot him into the brother role either. His plan is to be a fond yet distant presence in Jason's life until he is old enough to decide what he wants Dick as without Dick having influenced his decision. It's the only thing that seems right at this point.

He wants Jason to grow up with the same freedom he had and to decide what he wants them to be when he is old enough.

Then Jason dies and all Dick can do for years is mourn all the lost time and the future they didn't get to have together.

After Jason comes back and has really started to settle from the pit madness, Dick tries to tell Jason that they are soulmates. He had tried waiting for the "perfect time" to tell him before, and Jason had died. Dick isn't going to make that mistake again.

This time he has rushed it too much.

The remaining effects/magic from the Lazarus pit are still blocking Jason's side of the bond from waking, and without that connection Jason doesn't believe him. The pit rage surges with a fury. Jason thinks Dick is lying to him, trying to manipulate him and Jason is deeply hurt and feels so betrayed. Dick knows how much having a soulmate means to him, and the belief that Dick would use that is crushing.

Dick coughs up his first petals that night.

He doesn't have hanahaki yet. This is a precursor, a warning. There are no ill effects, just the occasional petals. Jason didn't reject him. He just didn't believe Dick.

But things get worse.

Jason is furious. He avoids Dick and, by extension, the rest of the Bats. Everyone is confused by this sudden change. and not so secretly blaming Bruce. Dick is desperate and scared. He just wants to talk with Jason. When he does, it turns into a huge blow-up that becomes incredibly vicious and cruel. In the end, Jason leaves Gotham. Dick leaves the fight heartbroken and not only with hanahaki but the aggressive variant that can kill in a few short months.

Bruce finds out about the hanahaki first, but even he doesn't figure it out until it has already reached the point that it's dangerously critical. He has to hospitalize Dick in the cave and within just a few days Dick requires extensive medical assistance to survive.

Bruce has had the surgery for hanahaki and they have a conversation that turns into a fight. Bruce is demanding that Dick get the surgery and Dick adamantly refuses.

Bruce has the same problem that everyone who has the surgery has. He can't feel love or any of the connected emotions such as compassion, affection, fondness, or tenderness. He can, however, still feel off shades of happiness or pride, a detached sense of pleased, satisfaction, or contentment. He can feel frightened, angry, and responsible.

He can feel deeply possessive.

Bruce can feel all of his negative emotions just fine but the good ones are so much harder to get to now and they aren't as full and complete. But those few bright and beautiful moments in his life are all connected to his family and he can still vaguely remember what it felt like to love his son.

So, he logics it all out in his head that Dick is emotionally compromised and can't be trusted to make this decision. That he knows better than anyone that after the surgery, Dick will be okay and even thank him for this. Dick doesn't need love like he believes. He can use logic and the code to navigate life like he does.

Bruce sets up the surgery for Dick.

He uses Dick's trust in him to drug him and take him in for it.

The hospital staff doesn't account for a Bat's tolerance, and Dick wakes up while they are still preparing him. Dick absolutely freaks out. He tells them he hasn't consented to the surgery. That he doesn’t want it. The staff already knows. Bruce has already taken care of that. Dick tries begging. He's crying and pleading with them.

"Please, don't do this to me." They just put him under. "You'll destroy me."

Dick goes under but never really comes back up.

He is not okay. Bruce thought Dick could live on cold logic and reason. He thought that Dick followed his code because he believed in it. Bruce believed that he was doing what was best for Dick and that when Dick woke up, he would see that.

Bruce was wrong.

There are a few reasons it is so extremely illegal to force someone into this surgery. One of those reasons is because the state of mind they are in has an enormous impact on how they come out of the surgery. Things like depression, suicide rate, or probability to turn violent are deeply affected by there mental state before their surgery. Patients are supposed to have as much therapy as they can manage beforehand. Then afterwards they need a strong and dedicated support team for the rest of their lives.

Another reason is that because without love or compassion it's nearly impossible to forgive.

Dick wakes up with a screaming void ripped into him. It radiates a cold so severe it burns his soul. Dick is furious. Bruce has betrayed him. Bruce has ruined him. He has literally torn apart his soul and stolen all of Dick's love, extinguishing any hope he had left with it.

Now there isn't anything to stop Dick from pouring his fury and pain out onto Bruce and all of Gotham. If Gotham thought it had seen the worst a Bat could do under the Red Hood's fury. Then it hasn't seen anything yet.

Because Nightwing no longer has any mercy left to give.

The streets of Gotham will run red with his wrath and pain.

Meanwhile, space and time to think is exactly what Jason needed to get his head on straight again. He is doing much better when word of Dicks condition reaches him. When Jason hears that Dick has hanahaki, he rushes home to find Dick.

He's two days too late.

If Bruce would have waited just two more days.

When Jason does find him, Dick is standing in the middle of a warehouse turned bloodbath. They talk, and Dick tells him precisely what happened and about just how broken he feels now. He spares no detail, but neither does he embellish anything.

Jason clutches Dick as tight against himself as he can. Like, if he holds Dick close enough, he can merge his heart with Dick's. As if their broken pieces can heal together and make something whole and new.

"I love you, I have always loved you," Jason breathes the words against Dick's skin like an apology from deep within his soul meant to reach the same depth within Dick's.

"I loved you once," Dick murmurs back. "I meant to love you always."

Jason coughs up his first petals.

Jason's hanahaki is the excruciatingly slow variant. Dick didn't reject him, the exact opposite in fact. However, now, by no choice of his own, Dick is unable to love Jason.

Jason feels crushingly guilty for what happened to Dick. The way he sees it, if he would have just trusted Dick or at least not ran away then this would have never happened to him. It makes Jason cling to Dick all the tighter.

"I don't want to lose you again, please, will you let me stay with you." For a long moment Dick just stares at him. His expression having never been more impossible to read before.

"I don't think I want to be alone," Dick answers after a painfully long silence.

Dick is set hard core on his revenge path against Bruce and this is something that Jason understands in spades. The thing is that Dick is really unstable right now. Just like Bruce, he's unable to feel any kind of love anymore and that includes all the adjacent emotions to it as well. Dick remembers feeling the full range of emotions. He remembers fond affection, passionate love, warm compassion and just being able to care. He remembers what it felt like to love his family and remembering hurts.

So instead, he burns with his anger, betrayal, hate, and pain. It's an icy fury that can't be banked and knows no end.

He's hurting and he doesn't know how to stop anymore. Not when the anger is the only thing keeping him going.

This leaves Jason as the voice of reason and as the one who has to throw the brakes on when things start to go too far. Jason has to help Dick realize when enough is enough. Dick always listens. If Jason is saying, "This is too much," then it has to have gone too far. He doesn't question Jason. He trusts him.

Dick struggles with both raging fury and stretches of deep depression. Sometimes swinging straight from one extreme to the other. Jason tries to help Dick modulate his emotions and mental state. Their relationship is rather unhealthy. Jason clings to Dick, refusing to leave him, and Dick ends up becoming really possessive of Jason.

Jason is with Dick nearly from the very beginning of his new life, and he is his grounding point. Dick knows he's better when he is with Jason, and he feels better around him. Just because Dick can't love that doesn't mean that he can't feel any good emotions. He still feels shades of happiness or excitement. Dick can't love Jason, but that doesn't mean that he can't enjoy him. He still has physical needs, and the way he sees it since he and Jason are supposed to be soulmates, it makes sense to go to him for sex.

He means it as a kindness. He doesn't want to hurt Jason, and Dick understands that him sleeping with other people would hurt Jason. So, if Jason meets his needs and keeps him satisfied, then he will only be with Jason. Even if he sees someone else he wants, in order to keep things good between them, he'll abstain.

He basically hands Jason an ultimatum though he doesn't actually mean to.

It doesn't occur to Dick that sex with him now might be heartbreaking. That, because it will mean more to Jason than simple gratification like it is for Dick. It will be a special kind of torture.

He has no idea why Jason cries in the shower after they're done that first time. He doesn't ask though, Jason had obviously been trying to hide it and Dick isn't sure he actually wants to know.

So with Jason as both his grounding point and the source of most of his positive feelings Dick becomes highly possessive and dependent on him.

"How long are you going to stay with me," Dick asks into the dark, sad and hurt and so very scared.

"My entire life Dickie. I won't leave you until the very end," Jason promises.

They both know that end is coming too soon.

Another problem is that Dick knows he isn't really good for Jason. Even though he really does try there are still times when he is unintentionally cruel. Despite this Dick can't let Jason go.

"I'm going to keep hurting you, and sometimes I won't even care that I am." Dick is going through another bout of depression.

"I know Dickiebird, and I'll let you, I'll forgive you, and I'll stay." Jason does his best to take care of him and reassure him. To help his soulmate claw his way back out of the darkness he has fallen into.

The people of Gotham quickly take notice of Nightwing becoming a merciless killer. The few that still believe in law and justice mourn the fall of a hero. The good but down trodden of Gotham that are starving for protection, relief and change see him the same as they do Red Hood. As what Gotham really needs. As someone that will be the catalyst for a change for the better. The criminals only see death.

A lot of theories get thrown around. The most prevalent is that he just finally snapped. That someone can only face the worst of humanity every day for so long before they can't take it anymore. After all, what change do the Bats see? They just face the same goons and villains every night on repeat.

But there are a few who see and recognize the signs, and they know.

Nightwing, a beloved hero, went down and never got back up.

Jason lasts a couple of years with the slow, torturous progression of his hanahaki. If he got the surgery, he could save his life, but that isn't even a consideration. He doesn't want it, and even more than that, he could never do that to Dick.

Jason had read once that the flowers are a physical manifestation of the shattered pieces of a person's soul after being rejected by their soulmate, like petals falling off a dying flower. He had always thought that it was people romanticizing hanahaki.

He isn't so sure now.

He thinks that someone stripped Dick of all his soft and loving petals and cauterized the wound where he was bleeding out, leaving only a thorny stem that remembers and mourns when it was once a flower.

It's cruel.

But he sees how hard Dick tries. Even now, with no love left in him, Dick still tries so damn hard for the people he remembers once loving. He shows it to most by refusing to see them. By telling them over and over when they hunt him down that the Dick Grayson they knew died on that operating table. That he is just the ghoul left behind to haunt them, seeking vengeance for the sin committed against him.

God, does Jason get it. He understands exactly how Dick feels.

Dick is different with him. He clutches tight to Jason and never lets go. Not even when Dick cuts deep into Jason and leaves him emotionally bleeding. Even then, Jason is grateful. There isn't anywhere else that he wants to be than with Dick.

When Jason's condition gets to the point that he has to be hospitalized, Dick stays with him. He feels a sense of responsibility for him and is grateful to Jason for all he has done for him, and frankly, he wants every last second he has with Jason before he loses him forever. So, he stays with him through long days and sleepless nights. Even when the rest of the family comes to see Jason, Dick doesn't leave.

There isn't much the hospital can do for him. Jason is mostly there for comfort care, but he refuses most of the pain meds. They mess with his head too much and make him sleepy, and he doesn't want to waste any of the time he has with Dick. He has been living with this pain for years now. He knows how to endure it.

It's close to the end, and Jason will have to be fully intubated soon. They have put it off as long as they can. When they intubate him, he will have to go on sedatives until he passes. Dick is lying in bed with Jason cuddled close to him.

Dick sets up and leans over Jason to look him in the eyes. “Let's try again in our next life. This was all wrong, but if we hadn't had our chance stolen, we could have been beautiful together. So promise me that we will try again.”

“I promise, for all our lives, however many that may be.” It's obviously painful and a herculean task, but Jason does it even as it leaves him struggling to catch his breath.

Dick holds his gaze and dredges up every last scrap of memory he has of love. He digs up the warm soft, and tender affection and hot and deep passion. He tries to fill himself with it. He kisses Jason and tries his hardest to give everything he used to feel, all that had always belonged to Jason, back to him in that moment.

“It's okay, Little Wing, let go. I'll be right behind you.”

Jason never sees Dick slip the needle into his IV. After Dick injects the lethal amount of morphine, he simply falls asleep and never wakes.

Dick wouldn't let Jason needlessly suffer through the last few days, and he wouldn't let the hanahaki steal his life. It belonged to him.

After he is certain that Jason is gone, he slips out of the hospital. He makes a single stop by a florist to pick up an order he had placed two days earlier. It is a truly massive bouquet with what a casual observer would consider a bizarre mix of flowers. To Dick, it's perfect and terribly beautiful.

Scabious - unfortunate love

Carolina rose - love is dangerous.

cypress flower - eternal love, memories of past love, or love that's unrequited or in vain.

Orange Blossom - Innocence. Eternal love

Primrose flowers - I can’t live without you

Hyacinths - Please forgive me

Blue hydrangeas - forgiveness, rejection, and regret - gratitude, grace, and beauty.

Sweetpeas - Departure, remember me, good-bye, a tender memory, thank you for a lovely time.

wisteria - devotion that transcends death

marigold - the brevity of life, despaired love, grief, sorrow, despair, and mourning, remembering the dead, power, strength

cyclamen - a new path in life, separation, goodbye or resignation

Love-lies-bleeding - hopeless love or hopelessness

Bleeding Heart - Unconditional love, Heartbreak and sadness, unrequited love

All flowers that Jason had coughed up and choked on over the years. Flowers that Jason had grown just for him.

Flowers for his love.

Dick heads to the top of the highest building overlooking Robinson Park, the place where Haly's Circus performed. He very carefully situates his bouquet by the edge and then climbs up onto it.

“Dick, what do you want?” Bruce asks from behind him.

It might seem like an odd question, but for them, it isn't. They both know what he's doing, and Bruce knows that it's because Jason is gone. What he doesn't understand is what Dick is hoping to achieve by doing this.

Dick looks out over the park where his parents fell to their deaths. Bruce had been there that night. It seems fitting that he will watch the last Flying Grayson fall as well.

“I just want to be with him,” Dick answers without turning to face him. “We'll get it right next time.”

Dick had grown his flowers for Jason when he wasn't there to receive them, and they had been stolen away before he could make it back to Dick, but now Dick falls for Jason just like he has so many times before.

Jason is waiting for him, and they will get it right next time.

[prettykittyanon]

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[vanillarosekiss]

˖⋆࿐໋ ⓘ — information! …

ᴛᴀɢꜱ ᴋᴇʏ:

⋆˙⟡ 🦢 any piece of writing that includes angst

⋆˙⟡ 🎞️ any piece of writing that includes smut

⋆˙⟡ 🎰 any piece of writing the includes fluff

⋆˙⟡ 🍰 any piece of writing that includes dead dove do not eat

[gratisdiamanten]

Dead dove do not eat means "there is troubling material in here i don't feel the need to handhold you about"

[actually-david-talbot]

This post is out of character.

I follow the David Talbot tag obviously, and basically all the posts people make about David are all talking about how much they hate the character.

And I get that. Actually I don't care if you dislike him, I don't take it personally just because of this blog.

He's a white coloniser who steals knowledge, and even a body, from Indigenous peoples, and uses it to make himself seem superior. And he's never really confronted about this in the books*.

My personal interpretation is to think of these as flaws in his character. That he isn't a good person, as are none of the vampires in Anne Rice's books. That he's a monstrous parody of British colonialism.

(*I've read up until and including the Armand and Pandora books, so maybe that'll happen later. I doubt it though.)

However another criticism I see frequently is to do with his relationship with a Brazilian boy when David was younger.

And yeah that's pederasty. But people single out David for this. That it makes them uncomfortable reading about David because they're thinking about this.

And it's like... Did you even pay attention to the books? The Vampire Chronicles is fucking drenched in pederasty. Pretty much every male character in this series is a pedophile.

The way Lestat and Louis talk about Claudia in the same terms of love as with each other, and with other characters they are in relationships with.

The servant boy Armand has in the Théâtre des Vampires, who Louis also thinks is beautiful.

Roger, the drug and art dealer in Memnoch the Devil, and his relationship as a child with an older sailor.

Armand... You know... Just generally. Every character who meets him thinks he's the prettiest person in the world. He has sex with tons of people while beng underage, including with Marius. He even does explicit sado-masochism with Marius, without consent being established first.

And like with Claudia, Armand speaks about his child protege Benji in the same terms of love as he does about adult characters.

And what I wanted to say is, this is not something that's just David. This is a general problem or theme in the Vampire Chronicles.

I think if these sexual themes make you uncomfortable, if you can't compart-mentalise them, it would be difficult to enjoy these books.

[ink-man-sam]

I fucking love fanfictions. Hell yeah. Put those guys into situations.

[ao3-shenanigans]

What does the dead dove tag mean?

Wonderful question!

“Dead Dove” comes from this scene in Arrested Development wherein the character Michel Bluth opens a brown paper bag that reads: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. He looks inside and sees what is in fact, a dead dove. The then says: “Well, I don’t know what I expected.”

In fandom, the tag has come to mean: “pay extra attention to the tags!” And/or “this fic is what it says on the tin!”.

So if, for example, a fic includes the tags: Body Horror, Gore, and Violence along with the Dead Dove: Do Not Eat tag, the author is saying “Hey I’m not joking about these tags! Read at your own discretion!”

The tag acts as an honest intensifier to whatever tags are already in the work, as the author using it wants to give a double warning for their content, that it may be triggering and that the reader should proceed with caution.

One fic tagged with Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, also includes the tags: Seriously, this fic deals with some serious and disturbing content matter, mind the tags

Thanks for asking and happy reading!

[reallyprofoundkryptonite]

Sinful- Prolouge

@krattgirl124 first chapter is up:)

Summary: 13 Years ago, Krogan went missing. Now, in the present, He has been found, but there is something severely wrong with him. He is not the man anyone remembers him being, after being captive for those 13 years, in the clutches of a man whom has yet to be named.

The dragon riders are left to pick up the pieces, as well as everything else that is left.

Rating: Mature

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of ViolenceRape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M, Other

Fandoms: DreamWorks Dragons (Cartoon)How to Train Your Dragon (Movies)

Relationships: Viggo Grimborn/KroganGobber the Belch/Viggo Grimborn/KroganGobber the Belch/Viggo GrimbornKrogan & Original Characters

Characters: Original Child(ren) of KroganKrogan (How To Train Your Dragon)Viggo GrimbornOriginal Male Character(s)Drago BludvistHiccup Horrendous Haddock IIIAstrid HoffersonGobber the Belch

Additional Tags: Torture, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Blood, Blood and Injury, Blood and Gore, Blood and Violence, Drugging,Non-Consensual Drug Use,Animal Death, Animal Abuse, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Psychological Trauma, Electrocution, Dragon Riders, Found Family, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Whump

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Krogan turned his head up to Drago. His chin jutted from his neck, showing off the smooth expanse of his russet throat. His dark eyes shivered back and forth at the man.

“Sire,” he stated softly. “I will do better, I promise!” He pulled his head back, throat wobbling.

“There-there was two. One an adult, the other an egg and there were-“

“ ENOUGH !” Drago snapped. “Do you have no dignity, Mudskin?” Krogan felt his throat wobble, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. Of course, his frame hurt. He had enough bruising on his body to make someone who’d got thrown from a dragon’s back look pathetic.