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My tribute to old brony culture :]
#my little pony#background six#derpy hooves#dj pon3#doctor hooves#lyra heartstrings#bonbon#octavia melody#mlp#art#mlp g4#mlp art#this drawing was a coping mechanism lol#hope y'all enjoy the tears that went into this#mlp: friendship is magic#mlp fim#mlp fanart#my little pony friendship is magic#oc
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OH MY GOSH MUSTANG. HOW COULD YOU? THEY'VE BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH.
Also Idk how it took me so long to see the pattern of sons growing up to act like their father in the same way that made them traumatized. It makes me worried for Adam, who had 2 dads that were both terrible.
It's only going to get worse for them tbh :)
Quite a lot of the characters perpetuate cycles from their parents at some point in the story. Part 6 really focuses on Mark's anger issues and Cian's inability to handle grief in a healthy way and the substance abuse (alcohol) he ends up relying on to try and cope when smoking isn't enough anymore. They both have to break it in order to move forward but they do some shitty things whilst trapped in their spirals, which is supposed to link/parallel to m!Cesar's acceptance of humanity and becoming a better person. Something something, even after you've done bad things you can still do better, but you have to actively make the choice and work hard at it, you know?
Idk if any of that makes sense but it will as Part 6 comes out lmao
#hail true body#mustang answers!#htb mark owens#htb cian daniels#htb mimic!cesar#having cian relying so heavily on smoking to cope with stress has been a set up for his poor coping mechanisms and alludes to his-#future drinking issue the whole time whoops#i have probably thought too much about these silly guys to a level that no one cares about but yeah. kind of had this planned for a long-#time. ever since i introduced cian's father becoming a violent drunk after losing his wife#it's been there in the background. with young cian in the prologue talking about drinking vodka and smoking from a young age#and how his anger issues have been haunting him his whole life too#i will say though that cian never does exactly what his dad did. he doesn't get physically violent but he does say and do some shitty stuff-#to his friends...#cian is going to go through it very badly in part 6 but can you blame him?#sorry for rambling lol#i don't get many analyses/breakdowns of my ocs and their story so i tend to get carried away when someone points something out#sorry about that 😬 /gen
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I missed her...
#my art#illustration#donkey kong country#dkc#dk64#tiny kong#this is just silly perspective attempt- I like how it came out#I loved Tiny so much aaaarghh she was kinda of a coping mechanism to me........... thats why I portray her so messed up...#I think I went too overblown with the background but I legit had no idea how to do it jsjjsjsjhjejakdbx
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All I want in 2025 is to be able to move out
#partly for peace of mind#partly for self actualization#partly to not have to commute so far#but primarily so that I can have a space I can arrange however I want#to have an actual room to use as a sewing studio and not have it be the desk in my bedroom#it’s so hard to save up money on my current salary because 2/3 of it immediately goes to loan payments and bills#but I’m gonna do it somehow#all I want is a clean manufactured home in a trailer park within 30 minutes of the museum#manifesting#but also strategizing#sewing and experimental archaeology are what bring me the most joy#and that is what I want to build my future for#that is what I want to be doing#researching and making and doing things#and if I can get a place of my own that’ll be a big step towards that goal#especially because investing in a trailer home will make me feel more secure than renting#if most of my money is going to a monthly payment I’d rather it be for something I will actually own at some point#it’s just saving up for the down payment that’s card#but a trailer home will cost me about as much as my degree did and I’ve almost paid off those private loans#so I know that it is an achievable goal in the not too distant future#my private student loans are almost paid off then I’ll work on paying down my credit card balances#and my car payment is just background noise because when I’m driving 500 miles a week for work I’m glad I invested in a newer car#the car payment I’ve accepted will just be there for a couple more years#but the private student loans and credit cards I think I can take care of this year#and then I’ll be able to put more away each month#I think I’ve got 2 years max before I actually go insane if I can’t move out#though Lizzie Borden was 32 so that gives me 6 more years before reaching the point of homicide as a coping mechanism#a very normal and healthy thought to have
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Can I just say that I wish, I really really wish, people would quit calling 20-24 year old characters "bad" or "childish writing" for literally just... ACTING THEIR AGE?!??! Doubly if they have a disability or are specifically coded to be autistic, adhd etc.
Seriously? Is someone out there seriously implying that everyone magically matures into a grizzled, emotionally constipated war veteran the second a 19 year old crosses the threshold into their noughties?
Think real damn hard on things you did when you were younger if you're older currently. We've ALL done cringe stuff that keeps us up until the wee hours of the morning in embarrassment. Whether it be something we said or clogging up someone's toilet, puking all over the place because we partied too hard or sent literal car parts flying because you were learning to drive. You don't just snap your fingers and BAM! YOU'RE MATURE! CUE THE CELEBRATIONS!
Maturity comes from life experiences, the good times, the cringe moments and the failures. Not age. Otherwise you wouldn't have kids/teens behaving way beyond their years due to ongoing and consistent abuse/neglect, nor childish adults trying to relive their teen years at their 'prime' at the very least.
I don't care if it's a fantasy game or if it's set in the future. If a character is 21/22 I *expect* random stupidity, foot in mouth moments. I expect them to be over confident or make poor decisions at times. That's prime time to be figuring your own identity out, making yourself standalone, supporting friends via learning from said mistakes and experiences they've had. It's not supposed to be smooth or perfect.
#I may or may not be making jabs at people who dump on Andromeda's Ryder and Veilguard's Taash for being 'childish'#Can definitely vouch for Andromeda at least#For Veilguard its been stuff the youtube algorithm has been feeding me because I like games and it assumes I want to see all the negatives#Liking or disliking a character is subjective and that's fine. Not begruding that. It's the reasoning half the time that irks me#or 'criticisms'#If a character has been insulated and protected from trials/struggles/actively learning they won't have the same maturity#whereas someone who has had those experiences will often age beyond their physical years as a coping mechanism#mind you...it's not a 100% foolproof assessment#But I remember on Andromeda's release that people expected Ryder to be like Shepard#The Ryder twins were only 21 and had all opportunities to do stuff for themselves wrecked because of Alec and his research with SAM#Shepard in comparison was 28 at the start of Mass Effect and had already been through literal hell depending on their background#Ryder and Shepard were supposed to be mirrors of one another with the latter learning how to open up beyond the soldier persona#Ryder was supposed to -become- Shepard-like over time and trials#But Ryder didn't get the opportunity due to *very* bitter fandom over ME3 and wanting Shepard to play as again#tack on rushed development and pressure being put on a studio that had only ever made DLC prior and then you get issues#devs aren't completely blameless but I stick things on upper management and EA for being asses more than anything#Either way#Ryder copped it for not being mature enough then too and people ignored just how young and isolated the twins actually were from everything#Also yes I did cringe stuff too in my early 20's and yes I did have to relearn a whole bunch of stuff because autism spectrum made it worse#No i wasn't a party junkie#but yes I have sent my driving instructor's hubcap (among other things) flying#we all do and have done cringy things. it doesn't just magically stop#so no I won't expect a 21 year old to have the same level of maturity as someone who is 27/28 or older
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GOSSIP GIRL REWATCH → THE HUMPHREYS in 1.01 | Pilot
#gossip girl#ggedit#gossipgirledit#tvedit#tvgifs#teendramaedit#gossipgirls#gossip girl: 1x01#the humphreys#jenny humphrey#dan humphrey#rufus humphrey#i am SO overanalysing everything but whatever this is my new coping mechanism#anyway#thinking about how the front of the camera is dan & rufus and jen is in the background#and how she's snarky and Sees Things#she's an observant go-getter#we love little sister jenny humphrey#***#xoxo gossip girl rewatch
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jon/ygritte is very interesting bc even tho their situation was pretty fucked up jon did love her! gendrya is cute but arya is too young and the books are never being finished so yeah
yeah those are both very fair. i think if we got the finished books, gendrya would be in that category of “genuine good love story” bc right now it’s like the beginning and middle build up but, especially from gendry’s end, no real climax. i don’t think arya is aware she has romantic feelings for gendry, i’ve said before i think he’s aware of her feelings and just didn’t know how to handle it, and now feels some extreme guilt over ~rejecting~ her unknown crush. and i think that’s very typical sort of romance novel misunderstanding that could come to a very lovely conclusion. but right now arya is still an eleven year old completely unaware of the romantic undertones of that entire thing while gendry is (i always forget his age is he 15??) just like, trying not to die in the riverlands while he stews in his guilt lol.
jonygritte meanwhile is VERY much one of those toxic romances but i think people are really silly about it. there’s significantly more romanticism in this relationship than other ones, and i think it’s silly to ignore that aspect for the hardline anti ygritte takes the same as like, ignoring those toxic elements really takes away how interesting this relationship is. on the one hand, there’s very much a reason that this romance serves a similar narrative purpose as like, dany/drogo, tyrion/tysha and tyrion/shae, sansa/sandor, etc, and it’s bc there’s some FREAKY consent issues going on here lmao but on the other hand….jon’s feelings for ygritte have impacted not just his own feelings on romance but also his entire leadership arc re: gender & culture it’s so stupid to pretend like she’s ONLY there as a negative influence (this is how i feel about sandor too).
#i’m not sure drogo should be considered on their level bc he is not deep as a character even slightly. but i do think we are meant to see#dany’s feelings for him as real and genuine even if they are a coping mechanism. i think the point there is that just bc he was awful doesnt#mean that those small moments of paternalistic kindness weren’t important to dany. both sandor & ygritte are given more sympathetic#backgrounds and that’s a race thing with george that we can all clearly see lol lmao it’s fine he’s the same age as one of my grandmas#(the older grandma too lol)#tysha and shae imo while they play similar roles the thing is the boogeyman in that story is TYWIN not the girls which is interesting!#bc drogo is obviously the bad guy in that one & sandor/ygritte play similar ‘victim who victimizes someone they have control over to ~help’#asks#anons#anyways once again i think people see ygritte as significantly more stupid and sadistic than she actually is & also as much less aware of#the dynamic that’s going on. whenever people are like ‘she doesn’t know jon is gonna flip on her’ it’s So clear she knows guys#that’s why they fascinated 16 year old me!! they both know it’s gonna end badly!!!!! they jump in anyway!!!!!!!
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why are you all mad at Lucifer for torturing Sam. he’s literally neurodivergent. he was stimming.
#helllooo this is how he regulates his emotions. and u condemn him for it.#god forbid women find healthy coping mechanisms (sam is screaming in pain in the background)#he had to crucify sam a few times okay. he was stressed.
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Monday night I put in a maintenance request because my shower is broken and I have no hot water and Tuesday afternoon I confirmed shipping on my Buyee package with the cheapest option it gave me...tell me how my package from Japan got here (east coast USA) faster (Thursday afternoon) than the maintenance guy who lives in my building and still hasn't marked the request as in progress??
I may not have hot water but at least I have Them <3
and for funsies, the whole gang so far! No I don't have a problem don't worry about it

#ignore my terrible editing on the second one I didn't want focus on the background lol#shouts into void#3:28am send post#the joke I keep making about the acrylics is#it's been the worst couple years of my life and I've gone this long without developing an unhealthy coping mechanism#let me have this one there's worse things I could be spending my money on#also feel the need to clarify that my friend and I got g*ckt ones because they were cheap and we thought they'd be funny to own#my photos
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love how in so many fanworks i see of vio, he's not mentally ok and i just so happened to be reading a very good fanfic series when my friend out of no where said this and i felt it fit :)
#legend of zelda#the legend of zelda#legend of zelda four swords adventures#vio#vio link#cauldron boil cauldron bubble unhealthy coping mechanisms for my troubles#got lazy with the background
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The Jonathan/Gail scene is giving me headaches. I basically have five options:
Tack the scene onto the end of Chapter 12 (probably the simplest option pacing-wise but I think it gives the chapter a very different feel that I don’t really want);
Switch to his POV just for that scene in the middle of Robin’s chapter (awkward, considering that the rest of the fic has them alternating POVs for each chapter);
Do a Rashomon and write about the whole quarry party from Jonathan’s perspective (I think this will come across as redundant for the rest of the party because they don’t feel super-differently about the events they’re both present for);
Do a flashback in Chapter 14 to the Gail scene (potentially awkward);
Don’t make it a full scene, just have him tell Robin about it later (I kind of like this although I will be sorry to lose the complete scene).
#okay I think I might have this figured out#I love alternating POVs but there are pitfalls#anyway Gail’s thing is that she has quite a bit in common with Jonathan#(snarky and too hip for the room and trying to brazen her way through self-esteem issues)#but she’s got Judy Blume damage and he’s got the Betsy Byars/Barthe Declements version#there’s another OC where it’s the opposite (similar background and very different coping mechanisms)#tomorrow’s a long way off
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i think it's so wild that the boy had three ways it could go with its sequel and somehow chose a fourth worse option.
#you either have it so he killed that girl and is a representation of men unchecked#or he didn't kill that girl and he's a personification of unhealthy/destructive coping mechanisms post-trauma and abuse#or you make a franchise of gothic horror set dressing slasher movies#how did it end up with not trusting a previous creative choice and retconning the doll not being haunted#anyway i'm collecting a few horror movies as inspo for... you know. me rotating levi in my head default cube style#it's honestly so fun and funny of me to have two characters fall slowly into horror backgrounding but have two different sides of the genre#chris and levi you will always be weirdly similar and freakishly tall and very famous to me
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Ways I Show a Character is Emotionally Burned Out (Before They Even Realize It Themselves)
I love writing characters who think they’re fine but are actually walking emotional house fires with bad coping mechanisms.
They stop doing the things they used to love and don’t even notice. Their guitar gathers dust. Their favorite podcast becomes background noise. Their hobbies feel like homework now.
They pick the path of least resistance every time, even when it hurts them. No, they don’t want to go to that thing. No, they don’t want to talk to that person. But whatever’s easier. That’s the motto now.
They’re tired but can’t sleep. Or they sleep but wake up more tired. Classic burnout move: lying in bed with their brain racing like a toddler on espresso.
They give other people emotional advice they refuse to take themselves. “You have to set boundaries!” they say—while ignoring 8 texts from someone they should’ve cut off three emotional breakdowns ago.
They cry at something stupidly small. Like spilling soup. Or a dog in a commercial. Or losing their pen. The soup is never just soup.
They say “I’m just tired” like it’s a personality trait now. And not like… emotionally drained to the bone but afraid to admit it out loud.
They ghost people they love, not out of malice, but because even replying feels like too much. Social battery? Absolutely obliterated. Texting back feels like filing taxes.
They stop reacting to big things. Catastrophes get a blank stare. Disasters feel like “just another Tuesday.” The well of feeling is running dry.
They avoid being alone with their own thoughts. Constant noise. TV always on. Music blasting. Because silence = reckoning, and reckoning is terrifying.
They start hoping something will force them to stop. An accident. A missed deadline. Someone else finally telling them, “You need a break.” Because asking for help? Unthinkable.
#writing#writerscommunity#writer on tumblr#writing tips#writing advice#character development#writer tumblr#writblr#writing help
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My father didn't give me any money this month, thus I am probably softly disowned! Sweet! Can't wait to see how that tidbit lands in the court of law in a few moths during my parent's divorce:3 in the meantime, time to brainstorm different last names yet again, im hearin suggestions
#this is my coping mechanism#adulting#the lore of this story is insanely deeo#What is my life#Tell you what#I'm legit a background character in a soap opera turned thriller? I think#Because he's obsessive and deranged:)
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odi et amo - (02) none for me
negelected! meta! reader x platonic! batfam
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(TW) : emotional neglect, self-destructive behaviour, self-harm, suicide, depression, unhealthy coping mechanisms, underage smoking, underage drinking, alcohol abuse, depression, bpd, depictions of mental illness, violence, trauma, ...
alfred fears he's failed you.
you always were a quiet child, swallowing all the hurt you felt and buried it within your soul. he fears the hurt has consumed you.
he can't confidently say that he's done all he could for you, trying to manage the manor along with the other dysfunctional residents amd their nightly activities, which rendered him unable in giving you his undivided attention.
if he could to back, he would change it all in a heartbeat.
he vividly remembers the day commissioner gordon had phoned him about you, and was briefed about your background and the “accident” through the call, feeling a sense of relief that you had a somewhat normal background. when he saw you, he took that back. the chair you were on looked too big for your malnourished frame, the bandages swallowing your entire body and a couple bruises here and there. but what struck him were your eyes. they were so distant, bags heavy, with no light in them. the eyes that wordlessly show the hidden horrors you’ve been through.
you reminded him of bruce.
you were understandably skittish, settling into a completely new environment and seeing unfamiliar faces that you just had to accept were your now family. he assumed that with time you'd be able to overcome it after mourning the loss of your aunt, along with the help of everyone welcoming you with open arms and getting you accustomed to your new life as part of their family.
yet, that never happened.
he sees them dismiss you.
he’s seen you stand politely outside bruce’s office until he’s done with his tasks before requesting something (the bare necessities), all because previously, the first time (and only time) you had mistakenly interrupted his meeting in order to hand him the papers that alfred had asked you to, bruce had raised his voice at you for being a nuisance.
he’s seen the way you stare at dick when he interacts with the other members, showering them in brotherly love, yet walking past you like you were a piece of furniture, not noticing you.
he’s seen the way you had recommended jason books based on what he had read, only for him to scoff into your face and undermine your intellect, purposely limiting his interactions with you.
he’s seen the way you curiously looked through tim’s door that was left ajar, only for him to give you a scornful look and slamming it in your face, calling you annoying.
he’s seen the way you had agreed to every one of damian’s snide and hateful comments about how you were never good enough for the last name you do not hold, just because he was the only person who paid you any mind.
he's seen the way cassandra could easily read people, but never seemed to think you were worthy enough to give you the time of day, even while your eyes would try to find hers.
he's seen how easy it was for you to cry yet you never allowed yourself to do so, you'd curl your hands into tight fists until it pales and bleeds.
he’s seen the emptiness in your gaze when they’re locked on everyone during dinner, talking and engrossed in each other’s conversation, taking part of each other's lives while leaving you in the sidelines, standing at the doorway before you'd leave to your room, never joining them.
do they not see you?
a few months after you'd settled in, you had requested alfred that he would only really need to come clean your room once a week if at all, claiming that cleaning gives you a sense of control and there's a particular way it needed to be done. you rarely asked anything of him, you were self-sufficient to a fault, never allowing yourself to rely on anyone but yourself. he had offered to learn how you liked the cleaning to be done, but you remained unconvinced. so as to not overstep, he obliged.
he wished he didn’t. he sees you retreat further into yourself. he sees you spiral. he sees it all, yet was unable to stop it. he sees, but does nothing.
alfred cared. but that didn’t mean he could save you.
the weather was gloomy, the grey sky stretched on above you as you watched the soft puffs of smoke escaped from your lips floated up to join the clouds. the familiar comfort that a cigarette brings you feels like a blessing these days. smoking helps lift the weight that weighs heavy on your skull, you try to soothe it even more by pressing harshly against your eye with your other hand void of the burning cigarette. you know it's a bad habit that you should ideally kick, especially worse if you were caught by anyone, but do you actually care?
“thought i'd find you here.”
you don't even need to turn around, recognizing the voice too well.
“what is it this time?”
another voice chippers, the peaceful atmosphere you were surrounded in was interrupted. you sigh and put out the cigarette, waving your hand around to fan the smoke away from your only two friends. they both giggle and extend their arms towards you to pull you up.
“you know, with the amount you've smoked lately, alfred might find out. like, i can smell you before i see you.” they tut at you half-heartedly, watching you brush the dirt off your uniform.
it has become a routine for you, to linger behind after school ends at the more secluded areas, where you hide your bike inside the overgrown bushes (in fear of it being stolen yet again) and smoke away your troubles before making your way back. it's not a habit you started recently, you first smoked when you were working that shitty job to keep you and your aunt afloat, and having mental breakdowns behind the restaurant during break on every shift started to become too much of a nuisance, which was when a coworker had offered you theirs; but you can tell your friends could see that you've been turning to it more often.
with the chatter following behind, you start walking your bicycle towards the main gates of the school, ready to take your usual route home. occasionally joining in their conversations, you're about to bid your friends goodbye until you catch the weird looks the other students throw at you while trying to increase their distance. your hands tighten around the handlebars, trying to remain unfazed as you stood there.
you couldn't even consider yourself a complete social reject, you had tried to remain on everyone's good side to ensure a smooth educational experience: you were helpful and nice, you had good grades and were consistently the top 5 students in your year, and taking parts in various clubs and after school activities. however, no amount of effort could erase the somewhat unsettled look your classmates throw your way and the worried look you teachers would cast at you.
for once, you hoped to not be seen.
does the disdain come from how they never saw your family show up to anything that involved you? or was it because you were a tryhard? it's not like you did it to prove yourself to your family or classmates, but it was a good distraction from the numbness that's eating you whole. you don’t understand what you’ve done. you were clearly not lacking in terms of academic achievements and extracurriculars, so it only left your social life to be judged. your social circle, which only really included your 2 friends, are the sweetest and most supporting characters you’ve known despite being constantly ignored by others, so you come to conclude that you must be the problem. the duo gave you a worried glance, patting your shoulder as you stood there. “hey, don't mind them, you can't please everyone you know.” “yeah, you can't control everything! just let it go.” your other friend chimes in, pushing the back of your bike, prompting you all to walk again.
you smiled, your friends have always been your source of comfort, it was a bond you’ve built on trust and wordless understanding, they had been so compassionate about what you’ve been through even if you rarely opened up - they might be the only people keeping you sane. they understood you more than you did yourself.
you compose yourself and hop on your bicycle, turning back to wave at them. with a sigh, you pushed off, their silhouette fades into into the distance as the wind caresses your face while you pedal. you try not dread having to go back to the manor, enjoying the few short moments you feel at peace within your daily routine, you cycle on the familiar path you've taken countless times before - it's just another day to return to the house that was not your home.
damian was rummaging through your room. mostly out of boredom from roaming the countless empty halls within the manor absent-mindedly, walking past countless doors before he noticed yours. he really didn't have any malicious intentions, despite his distaste of your existence, he was not one to seek you out to make your life harder, he was above that - at least, that's what he believes.
there's not much to see in your room, a couple band posters peeling at the edges, books scattered next to the table lamp on the carpet, bed tidy but not neatly, opened notebooks on your desk. it fills him with contempt. you are less than: no prophecy to fulfil, no legacy to uphold - but also, no trauma to drag you down, your past a clean slate. sharing the same father, but not cut from the same cloth.
unlike him, you were ridiculously normal. unlike him, you were free.
maybe he resents you more than he initially thought.
his eyes lands on a small shirt hung on the wall, it might as well be baby attire.
it was a ragged looking thing, really. the colours worn off, the edges a little frayed but not from use, but rather the quality. curiously, he steps on your bed reaching for it to investigate further.
"what are you doing."
embarrassingly, damian did not care enough to get caught being nosy in your room in the first place. so when you opened your door that was oddly left ajar to see damian standing on your bed with his shoes on after a long day of school, he feels compromised. before he stumbles off your bed, his hand manages to snag the edge of the shirt, pulling it off the walls. your eyes finally catches on to what he was reaching for and your heart rate quickens.
despite how increasingly difficult it was for you to remain calm, you try to smile, "please give that back, damian" you're so nervous your hands almost shake trying to urge him to return it. damian feels humiliated being forced to confront the person whose room he was snooping through, so he fists the article tighter in his hand and snarls at you. seeing as he is not intending to return it, you take a cautious step forward, raising both of your arms.
like a threatened dog, he pushes you harshly with his entire body weight to make way for the door. you stumble back in shock, but grab onto his shoulder before he manages to leave your room. "damian, please, that's very important to me" you plead, trying to pry his fingers off it.
in damian's mind, this was no longer about what's yours, this was his power being questioned.
"you don't even need this rag anymore" he slaps your hand away. your patience wearing thin, frustration bubbling to the surface of your composure, you start forcefully trying to snatch it back. soon, you both were fighting for it, pulling back and forth. you were obviously at a disadvantage, but in your desperation, it didn't matter. you scream at him to let go.
and damian? he's starting to get entertained, having never seen you this emotional before. this was like a game to him, it's too easy to overpower you, so he drags the fight on despite you landing a few hits on him yourself - he's mocking you. the brawl continues, until the sound of fabric ripping stills you.
in your hand was nearly half of your shirt, the other half still firmly held in damian's grasp.
colour leaves your face, you stare in horror at the torn up shirt, not being able to utter a sound.
meanwhile, the fun was over for damian, so he saw no purpose in remaining in your room as he wordlessly let go of the fabric and walked out, stepping on it on the way as if for good measure.
you grabbed him by the shirt, eyes holding back tears. "that was the only thing left from my mother."
the revelation stills him, he feels bad, and he hates that he feels anything for you besides hatred.
"so? that's not my problem. it's not my fault your peasant of a mother couldn't afford anything else to leave you with" he taunts, "in fact, she couldn't even afford to raise you, so now you're here leeching off while haunting the manor with your unnecessary presence."
"what do you know about my mom" damian's eyes widen, taken aback by the seriousness in your tone, contrasting all the times defaulted into being a pushover when with him. you're so upset, your grip on his shirt tightens as you glare through the tears streaming down your face, "i didn't even get to know my mom!"
it's no surprise that with the ruckus that you both caused, it wouldn't have gone unheard. so when alfred came to check and inquire what all the noise was about, he witnessed you yell and push damian to the floor harshly. before you could even register alfred's presence, a force had struck you - your head snapped to the side while the sting starts to burn on your cheek.
alfred had slapped you. alfred. slapped. you.
you and damian stare at him in shock, alfred himself is in disbelief. what had he done? he tries to justify his actions to you, trying to make himself believe he did the right thing.
"damian is younger than you, as the older child you must understand. this is, in no way, an acceptable display as the older sibling."
surely you understand, you always do! he just feared things would have spiraled out of control. right? you're almost catatonic, eyes wide staring at him in disbelief, not believing your ears.
"you must understand."
he stares into your eyes, almost pleading that you'd forgive him. but all that was reflected in your gaze was a look filled with horror and betrayal.
you pushed through both of them, the call of your name falling on deaf ears, storming into the bathroom and slamming the door, locking it.
alfred cared, but not enough.
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I struggle thinking about non consensual human experimentation as a whole, but what happened to Bucky really it does just make me sick.
To start, think of how his stomach dropped when he fell from the train, the fucking fear knowing you're dead. You have 2 seconds and then your dead, this is it.
Then you wake up to 1) being alive, horrifically unaware of the 70 years of hell ahead of you and 2) your arm being not only surgically removed but replaced with a metal arm, a foreign body, a parasite. You fight because what else are you ment to do? But you fall unconscious again.
You wake up to days and days of torment and torture and slowly loose hope that it will ever end, that you'll ever be saved. He didn't know that Steve was dead, how long did he yearn for Steve to find him? How mad did he get? Did he punch the wall, did he scream? Did they have to sedate him because of just how psychotic that made him? How fucking manic he would go?
How long till he lost all feeling, all emotion and hope?
When they started putting him in the chair, did he scream and cry? Did he beg for anything else? Any thing, anything, fucking anything. Did he beg for death? Did he feel himself slowly lose all of his memory, did he sob when he first couldn't picture Steve's face, or when he could remember the most important person in the world, but not a name or a background or a face, not a crumb.
The first time he's put in cryo freeze, does he remember his reflection? Seconds before he fell unconscious, never knowing how long it would be before he woke up again. Did he wake up, begging to just be put back in, the closest fate to death he could ever achieve? The closest thing to mercy? Does he catch himself falling asleep at night and wake up in tears, not even sure if it's been 20 minutes of 20 years.
Did his crys for help fall on the shiney leather shoes of scientists who showed no emotion, did he question if he was even human to begin with? Surely a human would be treated with even a fraction of care. No one treated like this was born from a mother, no one treated like this was ever looked at with maternal love.
He stopped feeling like a person, he didn't even remember he was a person. When things seeped though it just hurt, they hurt him, it made it worse. So he stopped it, he wouldn't let himself. It was impossible to live. He had no coping mechanisms, no outlet, he would show any signs of struggle and be hurt for showing humanity. He had to be what they wanted.
Even after he was broken in, no crying anymore. No begging for mercy. Did he spend his nights awake, just TRYING to remember what he forgot, FEELING the missing spots in his mind? Did he hold that metal arm close because he can't even remember how he got it anymore, all he knows is it makes his shoulders ache.
He was completely and utterly trapped, the more he suppressed, even the minor shards he remembered, the more mania he would experience.
Even once he's free, how do you come back from that, even if it was just a mental thing, the physical, real DAMAGE to his brain was enough to make him never heal again. Bucky is a walking fucking miracle and maybe THE survivor.
He is going to have memory problems, severly. He is going to have intense PTSD flashbacks, total hallucination level, breakdowns. Seriously, this level of trauma is NEVER leaving him, not fully. Phantom pains, endless nightmares, coping mechanisms that don't make sense but comfort him none the less.
He's going to have periods of times where he can't even stand being touched, not Steve, not anyone. Weeks where he can't shower or move out of a space his brain has deemed safe for fear of being hurt. Scratches at the seam between his flesh and the metal of arm, wanting it off, wanting it away from him. Again does it necessarily make sense logically? NO!! but does he feel it 100%? Yes!!
He gets better, his bad periods get less intense, more far in between but they never fully go away. As fuckimg depressing as it is, hydra made a permanent mark on his psyche. It's FUCKED.
Gods strongest soldier is Bucky Barnes.
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