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mylifeisactuallyamess · 2 years ago
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Damage Control
A/N: So the Star Wars fandom is pretty shaken up after the events of Wednesday. I couldn’t let this slide by without a mention. I’m sad that his cameo was overshadowed by my utter devastation. When I saw him I woke up from my stupor and I screamed, as soon as he opened his mouth I dissolved into tears because his voice holds so much comfort for me. I adore the Ghost crew and Zeb is a huge favourite of mine.
Warnings: None really. Big feelings. Platonic relationships, just some very self indulgent comfort that I felt I needed from our favourite Lasat.
Word Count: 2.3k+
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“Go!” You screamed. Your fingers gripped onto his flight suit as you dragged him along. Mud suckered at your legs as you slipped through, your boots sliding and your entire body was screaming from the effort.
“Leave me!” His voice was right there in your helmet, his choked breath chased up with a hacking cough as blaster shots still rained all around.
“No.” You carried on. Your muscles were popping, your legs were trying to give out but sheer determination kept you upright.
“Commander, please…” your eyes closed. You knew really, this was futile. His injuries were too severe, if you could just get him on the ship you could say you tried. A shot whizzed past your shoulder but you didn’t even duck. Taking one slow step at a time. “I’m not gonna make it…” he became even heavier and you grunted. Refusing to let him go. If you held on, kept your fingers in the bright orange of his suit, you could keep him tethered here with you.
“Stay with me, Major. Major?” You could see your ship through the trees. The fighting was less centred around you, shouts echoed and explosions sounded but you kept going. “We’re going to go back to Yavin 4 and have a nice glass of spotchka. Or five,” you joked. Tears leaked from your eyes, splintering the light and you blinked, feeling them filter from your lashes to streak down your face. “And then we’re going to give everyone a funny recount of this mission because it covers the horror,” you whispered.
Your face screwed up and your steps faltered. You could feel it without even turning round. He was gone. His life, taken far too soon and desolation threatened to sweep out your legs. “I don’t want to leave you!” You moaned, tipping your head back as you fought the rising sorrow.
“Commander! Commander, where are you??” A voice sounded through your com and you scrabbled to answer it.
“Blue 4, I’m…”
“I can’t shake em! No one else is in the sky I—.” The transmission cut off and that’s when you noticed the silence. Only your own breath curled inside your helmet. The sound of your tired heartbeat in your chest and you realised everything was lost.
“Can anyone read me?” Static was the only response on any channel and that’s when you let him go. Falling to your knees in the mud, the body of your best friend laying unmoving behind you. You’d heard his last breath, you’d been his last interaction and it weighed deeply inside you, threatening to bring you down to those inky depths that everyone else had fallen into.
A soft beep sounded nearby and it took all your effort to look up. Your astromech was hiding in the flora, photoreceptor trained on you as she quivered under the leaves.
“CB-23.” She encouraged you on, a patrol was coming and you had to leave. You were the only one left.
How you made it back into your cockpit you’ll never know. Your entire body was caked in mud and numb, it seeped from that empty spot in your chest like a disease, twisting around you and tightening its grip with every parsec.
By the time you broke out above Yavin 4 you were raging. The numbness had been temporary, leading the way to something so white hot and painful you couldn’t control it.
As soon as your canopy opened you threw your helmet, hearing it clatter and split against the duracrete. You shoved the engineers out of your way, refusing to apologise, not acknowledging where you were going until you came upon your room.
A room you had shared with your best friend.
It looked exactly the same as it did days ago. His extra flight suit was hung up on the bunk, old boots lopsided on the floor. The room smelled familiar, a combination of his soap and your washing powder that reminded you of home.
The longer you looked, the more you saw of him and the hotter your anger became. The scream you birthed stripped pieces of you away, ripping mercilessly from your chest until all your muscles locked and you thought your heart was going to explode.
You were like a whirlwind, anything you could touch you destroyed. Tossing anything and everything, hearing smashes as items left your fingertips and it made the storm that festered inside you so much worse.
It wasn’t until a large hand grabbed your wrist and a thick arm curled around your waist to haul you off the ground, did you realise what you’d done.
Your sobs came from the cracks of pain that littered your body as you fractured under the weight of what had happened. Of what you’d lost.
“That’s it. Let it out.” His voice was like a cloud, attempting to come and wrap you in comfort but you fought. You didn’t deserve this, you should have tried harder, you should have saved everyone. It was your duty.
Zeb held you closer, his eyes closing as he felt the physical effort it took you to keep crying at this level. He knew what it was like, he’d been here more times than he could count and he hated seeing you tear yourself up over something that wasn’t your fault.
Your body was shaking, not even his large hands could calm the tremors as they racked fiercely through you. “I’m here,” he murmured in his deep voice.
“I—can’t—breathe!” You rasped, hands flailing to grip onto him. You were suffocating, the pressure gripped you round the throat, tightening, strangling. Zeb ripped off your life support jacket, opened the fastings of your flight suit, watching you with wide eyes as he tried to think of what to do next.
“Stay with me! Remember, in for four. Out for four.” The anguish in your face was torturous as you tried to breathe, each one ending in a painful cry that made your body curl into him as he held you to his chest.
The door opened behind him and Kallus strode in, his expression concerned as he met Zeb’s eyes over your broken form. He shook his blonde head and Zeb sighed heavily. “Karabast.” He hadn’t wanted to believe the report that had come in shortly before you arrived but every word of it was true.
Suddenly his hands weren’t big enough to hold you together and his ears drew back in distress as you struggled to cope in his arms. He’d never seen you so fractured. This wasn’t something he could pull you from the brink of, but nothing was going to stop him from trying.
Kallus sat heavily on the bottom bunk, hands in his hair as he listened to the agonised sobs that broke from you. He had no experience with this, this sense of loss and desolation. It made him feel detached but it confused him to see such a reaction from someone he admired, someone who did everything for the good of others.
He watched Zeb do his best, talking to you in a low voice as he attempted to calm you down with his deep rumbling voice and it started to work.
Soon you hiccuped in pure state of exhaustion, your head lolling into the crook of Zeb’s elbow and he breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Kallus put a hand on the Lasat’s back and stood up.
“I’ll get some spotchka.”
“Spotchka?” Zeb hissed. “She doesn’t need that.”
“Well if she doesn’t, I certainly do.” He left and Zeb transferred to your bunk.
He paused when your hands curled into his short fur, a soft whimper coming from your parted lips and eased himself beside you. A large hand raked over the loose strands of your hair.
“Everything will be ok. Maybe not soon,” he added quietly. “But it will.”
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You awoke to a noise that sounded like a blown exhaust vent. It vibrated through your body, almost shaking the bunk whenever he breathed in and you smiled. Zeb’s arms were loose and you snuggled deeply into his side.
Everyone goes on about hugs from a Wookiee but only a rare few have experienced a cuddle from a Lasat. He had a distinct musk that you found comforting, no matter how much Ezra moaned and teased Zeb about it.
Gently you toyed with the hairs on his face, twirling them round so his nose twitched but you found no joy in the motion.
You ached. It hurt even more today.
The knowledge that you were never going to see him again hit you like a star destroyer coming out of hyperspace and you gasped. Pressing into Zeb you tried not to sob loudly but soon his snoring stopped and his arms came back around you.
He was strong although not strong enough to stop you shattering over and over again in his embrace. Pillowed in his hold, you found very little solace, wandering the deep fissure of your soul as it bled memories and happy moments that you knew you’d never experience again.
No more were you hearing his voice, even now details of what he looked like filtered through your fingers as you tried to hold onto them. He was fading too fast and that was your fault. It was all your fault.
“Will this end?” You whispered.
“No,” Zeb replied candidly. “We never forget.” He gently placed a curved finger under your chin, making you look up into his brilliant eyes as he searched your features.
“Zeb…” you had no more words. Everything failed you in that moment and you sagged against him.
“I know,” he murmured. His claw moved to press lightly into your chest, exactly where your pain exploded from as your heart beat through the shards of hurt. “But we have to let this go. This, that sits here like an agonising weight. Slowly, we have to shed it or it will consume us.”
“I feel like it’s already demolished me,” you admitted.
He sighed, nodding a little. “It’s not a nice place to be, but you have me to hold you up.”
“We can’t all be as ashbo as you, Zeb.”
“True. True,” he agreed with a slight smile. His face dropped slightly and he scowled, glancing at the door before he rolled his eyes. “Oh, great. Here comes Agent Drunko.”
Sure enough the door opened to reveal a very dishevelled Kallus, his long hair draped over half his face and his eyes had a wild quality about them; probably thanks to the bottle of spotchka that hung from his hand.
“You stink,” Zeb instantly said.
“As long as I don’t smell as bad as you!” Kallus spat and pointed with the hand that held the bottle as his other supported him against the doorframe.
“Heh,” Zeb smirked. “Watch me not bathe for a week.” You and Kallus groaned in unison. “Give you a real taste of how bad it can get!”
“How much have you had, Alexsandr?” He frowned, his eyes unfocused and he opened his mouth a couple of times before answering.
“I have had emough for you, you, you aaaand you.”
“Did you steal that bottle?” Kallus looked down like he forgot he was holding something.
“No. I left with it.” His hand slipped and he stumbled causing Zeb to get up with a curse.
“Karabast! Help me with him,” he growled and you scurried out of the covers.
“There you are!” Another voice boomed and Kallus’ eyes widened.
“He found me!”
“Oh no you don’t!” Captain Rex stormed in the doorway his eyes taking in the scene and his honeyed gaze softened slightly. “Ah.”
Zeb grabbed Kallus by the collar, holding him up as he looked at the clone. “What did this one do?” The Lasat gestured to the entirety of Kallus, a growl in his throat.
“He stole our bottle,” Rex said slowly, crossing his arms as Kallus looked sheepish in Zeb’s grip. “But I see why. Who made the mess?” Now it was your turn to feel guilty, turning round and observing the destruction you’d caused.
“Just a little damage control,” Zeb told him with a shrug. “Nothing we couldn’t handle.” Rex watched as you picked up the flight suit, turning the fabric over in your hands and bringing it to your nose.
Even his scent was fading, it had been less than a day. You really thought you had no more to spill, but the tears rolled hot and fat onto your cheeks, merging into the orange fabric that you helped up to muffle your cries.
“Come on Ad’ika.” Rex pulled you in, letting you settle against his broad chest as Zeb dealt with getting Kallus into a bunk and taking the bottle off him. “Easy,” Rex soothed, his hands sweeping through your hair as he comforted you. “You will come out the other side. It will be alright.”
The crippling pain increased and you felt more hot tears leak out of your eyes. Because if anyone knew the loss and devastation of losing people close to them it was Rex.
“I-I’m not sure I c-can go o-out there again!” You wept with stuttering breaths. Rex pulled back a bit, using a thick thumb to catch the tears that slid down your face, a soft smile evident past the white of his beard.
“Oh, Ad’ika. You will. If anything this will feed the fight inside you.”
“He’s right,” Zeb said as he approached, rubbing the back of his neck. “Maybe not right now but soon.” Zeb waved his large hand around. “We need you.” He held out the bottle and Zeb raised his shoulders a little at your questioning glance. “Might help. For today at least.”
It did. The spotchka, mixed with the gentle rumblings of Rex and Zeb having a conversation as you lay on the Lasat’s warm chest, finally lulled you into a comfortable sense of rest.
You had to believe what they were saying and hope that you were strong enough to see this fight through. You had to, for your best friend, for your fallen comrades.
You had to keep fighting in their memory. That’s how they stayed alive.
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robyn-i-guess · 3 months ago
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liking someone platonically is so embarrassing like. yeah i admire you. yeah i think about you all the time. yeah i look forward to every time i see you even if it's only for a minute. yeah it's all platonic and yeah i couldn't explain this because it'd sound romantic. fucking hell
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redysetdare · 10 months ago
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Sometimes...characters being in a romantic relationship is worse.
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letmetellyouaboutmyfeels · 3 months ago
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I am incredibly serious right now when I beg you all, please, and if you have Twitter or Tiktok or whatever to please spread the word: click on an author's profile on Ao3.
You want to know if an author has written more? Want to know if they're still writing? Want to see more from them? Want to know if they've written a trope or kink or sex scenario you enjoy?
Click on their name. And look at their profile.
I cannot tell you how many times in the last six months someone has read a new or newer fic of mine and said they (a new reader who has read nothing else I've done) "can't wait to see what you do next!" I've written 50+ fics and over a million words already.
"I don't know if you're still writing..." click on my profile. I am. I literally wrote a 128k+ fic for that ship last month.
"Would you ever do X?" "Please do Y!" I already did. Click on my name and look at my works.
Archive of our Own is a library. It's an archive. Not social media. It is your responsibility to fight back against the laziness that corporate algorithms have trained into you.
Click my author name. Just click it. Just click it.
Before you demand more, or ask if a writer will do XYZ, or wonder if the author still writing, or anything - click on their profile. Click on the author's profile.
I'm not trying to be mean or condescending or anything like that. I'm just exhausted. It's disheartening and frustrating to repeat myself ad nauseam, because someone couldn't take thirty seconds to do the tiniest bit of work to see if I've written lately, if I've written more for their ship, or scan my works to see if I've written what they're asking for. Please. Please. I'm begging.
Click the author's name, and explore before you ask.
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overlymetaromantic · 7 months ago
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Dungeon Meshi, or as I like to call it, Marcille's-increasingly-difficult-to-ignore-revelations-that-her-endless-devotion-to-Falin-may-in-fact-be-more-rooted-in-lesbianism-than-she-originally-thought
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quelfabulous · 1 year ago
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"We don't need to do anything. We can just be."
Happy bi/pan visibility day (it's everyday for me). Also a sprinkle of ace and a dash of survivor and to top it all off- other expressions of intimacy, affection & connection taken seriously. I'm doing an Astarion origin playthrough and I ship him with Karlach like FedEx, your honor.
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mamaclownhunter · 1 month ago
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Ok I lied I have art that was too fun not to share
Listen- I need combative “I hate you bro but I would also die for you” platonic cumplane
I need Shang Quinghua calling Shen Quingqui a hussy and a harlot
I need Shen Quingqui to respond with a full bodied cathartic “bitch” I need them to be venting out frustrations every 2 seconds and ruthlessly gossiping the next. I need them to immediately turn on anyone that talks shit on the other.
Pls for my health.
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sentientsky · 5 months ago
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grabbing my friends by the shoulders and shaking them like YOU ARE NOT A BURDEN YOU ARE NOT AN INCONVENIENCE I CARE ABOUT YOU SO MUCH
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serapheseraphim · 2 months ago
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People really need to stop talking about aromantic people in such a way to suggest we need to, like, make up for our lack of romantic attraction? This ties into the whole "aromantic people can still date" and "aromantic people can have qprs" and "aromantic people still feel strong platonic love" pattern I keep seeing where it's as if people are trying to say "don't worry, they can still be mostly normal" and it is so frustrating to me as a non-partnering aromantic person and is likely even worse for aplatonic and loveless aros.
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radios-universe · 1 month ago
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saw this card today, shoutout fellow aros and/or aces!!
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twisted-deal · 7 months ago
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They're bound to run out of good board games at soMe point
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elfcollector · 7 months ago
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I think I need to go to camp for a while. Be alone. Scream at the sky.
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imreallyonthishellsite · 7 months ago
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People with siblings or know a pair of siblings I've got a question for you
the other day I had a conversation with a guy who said sibling friendships don't really count bc that's family and I'm just like, ??? yeah that's my family but I can also like my sister as a person and have a friendship with her. So I'm just curious to see what the general vibe here is.
btw the "it's complicated" option is for ppl who are either estranged siblings, parenting their siblings, or some other issue they've got going on not any weird freak shit(ifkyk)
Anyways choose your option and if want you can explain in the tags
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go-fornicate-yourself · 16 days ago
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Every day I am in the trenches fighting for my life defending this poor man. He was going through so much and people online demonize him and say he's as bad as his abuser
(I've got a lot of thoughts about this so I'll make sure to separate things to make it easier to look at lol)
Curly is a victim of abuse. Jimmy is his abuser. This is something that I feel a lot of people tend to brush over or don't acknowledge it often.
And I'm not just talking about post-crash. Jimmy's abuse of Curly is there pre-crash too. The party scene where the crew learns about the company going under is a huge example of this. Jimmy verbally abuses him, he gaslights him, he blames him for their (his) misfortune. Jimmy accuses Curly of thinking he's better than everyone (better than him), that he doesn't care about them (about him). That he's going leave them (leave him). Which is not true. Curly tries to explain himself but Jimmy shuts him down and he just takes it.
The fact that he just allows this to happen makes it seem like he's used to this... That this kind of behavior is a recurring thing with Jimmy. And the fact that nobody else tries to defend him or stands up to Jimmy just normalizes it for him. When Anya tells Curly what Jimmy did it catches him off guard. Bc he genuinely didn't think that his friend was capable of that. It wasn't something that was obvious to him. There were absolutely many red flags in the past but they were subtle enough for him to not see them bc he cares for Jimmy, he trusts him. Jimmy's the only one he feels he can open up to, who he can let his guard down with. Jimmy's his home. That's how close they are.
Because of this deep love for his friend and the subtlety of Jimmy's cruelty, he doesn't see the constant verbal and emotional abuse as what it is: abuse. Which is why he finds Jimmy's abuse towards Anya so shocking and jarring.
He isn't a man covering for his rapist friend bc of the 'bro code'. It does look like that from a certain angle and it's understandable why people see it that way but that's not what his character is really about as much as it makes sense otherwise.
He's essentially a battered housewife who's still in love with her husband but is realizing for the first time that the man she loves is a monster. That the man she loves and devoted her life to has been hurting her this whole time and she didn't even realize it. That the man she loves and spent so much of her life caring for has gone and hurt someone else. That he's most likely hurt others before and she's been utterly unaware of it the entire time she defended him and made excuses for him when he wasn't the best or the fairest or the most responsible or when he screwed up yet again solely bc of how much she loved and cared for him.
And Curly barely had any time to process ANY of that before Jimmy decided to try and kill them all to avoid the consequences of his actions. It was ultimately a selfish act even if he thought he wasn't just doing it for himself. Jimmy is selfish and needs to be in control or he loses it. He cares for Curly. He loves him. Curly's done so much for him. Curly's the only one who understands him, who doesn't hate him. Curly's his home. He resents how 'successful' he is but that's only bc he thinks so highly of him. He constantly puts himself down and put Curly on a pedestal and worships him while simultaneously mistreating him.
He treats his best friend like shit, he's awful to him. But he's not aware that this is the case or maybe he's in denial about it. He can't or just refuses to see how he's doing all of what he does for himself in the end. He justifies his attempt to kill them all (to himself and to Curly) by claiming he's doing this for them both. That if they were to get back to earth it would all be Curly's fault, that it'll ruin his life and career... despite the fact he had basically nothing to do with Anya's abuse. Jimmy's shifting the blame on him while acting like he cares for him. Well, he does genuinely care for him but clearly not nearly enough to not mistreat him or use him as a scapegoat for his own guilt.
Jimmy is the rapist, Jimmy is the one who does all of these horrible things. And yet it's highly likely that Curly would just blame all of it on himself bc that's exactly what Jimmy did to him. He's in so deep he can't see the facts of the situation.
It takes abuse victims so long to come to terms with their abuse. It takes time and reflection to see things with an unbiased and healthy perspective. Abuse (especially years of it) isn't just something you can just escape. It consumes you and can twist your reality. Curly had about a week or less to process all of it and then take action in a way that protected his crew and abided by Pony Express' guidelines. Dealing with something this serious in a setting that makes resolving it extremely difficult in a practical sense is already hard.
There were no locks on any of the doors except for medical and the cockpit. They couldn't just kill him. There was nowhere they could detain Jimmy that wouldn't involve corporate potentially penalizing the entire group. They could have used the cryopods but then there'd only be three available for any actual emergency and there were already five crew members and four pods in total. Also, I doubt corporate would be 'okay' with them using the cryopods for anything other than their intended purpose. Hell, even if they were able to make it back to earth without any incidents there's a good chance that corporate would consider the situation 'poor team synergy' and collectively punish the entire crew for Jimmy's actions.
So on top of having to deal with an already difficult situation, Curly has to grapple with the realization that Jimmy a: abused Anya, b: has been abusing him as well (for a very long time too), and c: has probably abused others before Anya and he had no idea about it. He needed to act but he didn't and it doomed all of them.
But it's so unrealistic (maybe even cruel) to put that much pressure on someone, force them through an utterly earth-shattering realization, and then expect them to do the correct/right/responsible thing in that moment. It's a little ironic how people vilify him for that when other characters do the same thing that nobody blames for it.
Anya is the ship's nurse. Curly is the ship's captain. They both have duties and responsibilities on board the Tulpar. She has to keep the crew healthy and safe and is the only one with enough medical knowledge to do so. He has to make sure that everything goes well and goes according to procedure. He's responsible for the crew, the cargo, and even the ship itself. Both positions are integral and require a lot of responsibility to do properly
They're both put through distressing and traumatic situations where due to them being human people with emotions and fears that make them essentially avoid their responsibility/doing what's required of them.
Curly has a freeze response and doesn't act when he should have when it was crucial to have done so. Anya has a fawn response and essentially puts her patient in danger and harm's way. She knew full well what Jimmy was capable of. She experienced it herself and she witnessed it happening to Curly as well. And yet she allows Jimmy to be alone with Curly while being fully aware of how dangerous he is. Which she shouldn't have, that wasn't the 'right' thing to do. Keeping him safe was her responsibility.
But Anya's human. She's going through a lot at the moment. She's terrified of Jimmy and she's trying to appease him so he doesn't hurt her again. It's a natural very understandable thing to do even if it's not the 'right' or 'responsible' thing. They failed each other when they needed each other most and I think that's the most tragic part of it. If anything, all of them failed each other in some way, shape, or form.
So it's incredibly frustrating to see people give Anya so much sympathy and grace for doing something so human yet still 'wrong' but then turn around and give Curly none of that for doing essentially the same thing she does.
I don't know for sure if it's actually because Curly is a man or if it's only part of it or maybe some people just lack that sense of awareness but it's depressing and frustrating as fuck as a male victim of sexual violence and abuse to see this kind of behavior and this much victim blaming towards a character who is undeniably a victim of abuse like I am.
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repressedqueen · 2 months ago
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Ryan's "Come on, Oli!" 🥹🥹🥹🥹
(headphones on, for maximum experience 😁)
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radiance1 · 7 months ago
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"I need to find my darling husband!" Said Danny, dressed to the nines in a very elaborate royal dress with a lot of jewelry running through the ballroom after having been on the opposite end of a very worrying phone call.
"Seriously, what do you even see in that mortal!?" Screamed an observant and Danny stopped and leveled them with a glare cold enough to freeze over an active volcano and sharp enough to cut through obsidian.
"He makes me laugh."
Unlike those dead suitors went unsaid, but everyone at the ball (read: search for a bride/groom for the royal ghostling) practically heard it anyways.
Meanwhile over in the land of the living
Okay so Jason may have messed up. Now you see, he hasn't seen his platonic husband for tax benefits in a while, and he's been very careful to not let his identity as the Red Hood slip up before . Not even once in their relationship.
(He's not counting the time his in-laws sniffed him out as a Crime Lord, because Danny never believed them.)
Now, it wasn't exactly his fault he slipped up. You try to fight off an entire group after being pulled up on out of nowhere on the phone while trying to hide said noises of fighting.
Who was he calling? Danny of course since he said he was away for business. What business? Never specified and Jason wasn't going to pry.
So now here he was, bound 'helplessly' as Jason Todd along with a few other random civilians. Which, like, rude.
Wasn't he already good enough for this ancient ritual or whatever?
You know, he really should have walked with that "Anti-kidnapping device" he got that one time. Which honestly he feels like he should be surprised that such a thing exists but considering it was from Bruce. Well.
He's not surprised.
Oh, there's the Justice League now. Shame, he wanted to knock out a few guys himself- Oh, now he's being used to summon a ghost from the Infinite Realms of Royal Lineage.
Yea he probably should have walked with that "Anti-kidnapping device."
Wait a goddamn-
Is that-
"My darling husband!" Danny shouted, scooping him off the circle and away from the head cultist and swinging him around. "You had me worried sick!"
Now, he should ask the question anyone would in this situation when finding out your best friend and platonic husband for tax benefits was apparently a ghost of royal lineage.
"Why're you in a dress?"
"Okay, first of all I rock this thing." Danny huffed.
"That you do." Jason agreed rather easily.
"Second of all, blame those guys over there." He jerked his head in the direction of two very green floating eyeball people.
Not the weirdest he's seen, honestly.
The Observants were whispering to each other and leveling them-Jason in particular-a look.
"Now as you can see, I already have a spouse and I don't need another!" Danny hugged Jason closer for emphasis and he took the time to whisper in Danny's ear. "Did you really marry me to play the husband card?"
"Well, yes." Danny agreed. "But also because of taxes, because I love you and you're my best friend."
"So, we're still done for watching that movie right."
"Obviously."
A pained grunt came from below them and they both looked down to see Batman standing over a very unconscious cultist and looking up at them.
Hm.
He forgot they were there.
"So," Jason began, staring Bruce straight in the eyes. Batman's eyes narrowed. "Don't suppose we can push that forward to right now?"
"Yea, sure why not I'm not doing anything important." Danny leveled the Observants a look, and before either they, Batman, or the Justice League could do anything they both disappeared.
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