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timmydraker · 3 months ago

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CW: extremely dubious consent, assault and p3d0phillia (not romanticised), self-victimisation blaming, sui attempt. Be safe, be kind.

Tim’s parents mainly had a child for the financial gain as well as popularity.

As soon as Tim was born he was a beautiful and cute little thing that made all conversations at Galas and even and meetings start and flow with ease. People always complimented the bright young boy who could speak as well as a three year old after just turning two and had the cutest little walk in his tiny suit.

When he gets older, Tim understands this and knows that his role is to get deals and funding for his parents.

It’s never out right said, but they always treat him kinda and praise him when he scores them a deal of any kind.

So, he masters it. He learns what people prefer the sweet, endearing little boy and who prefers to see an upcoming business man. He figured out when to talk to a wife over a husband, when to not bother trying or when to be upfront with what he wants so he can get it.

It’s when he’s almost ten, wearing a new suit from a new designer his mother had started to prefer, that one of the older men give him a compliment that just sits wrong to Tim.

It takes him a while to figure it out, and when he does research on it and ends up finding a wiki article on how to tell if someone is attracted to you, he assumes that it’s completely normal. He guess the man thought he was cute like everyone else, but then he reads more.

It’s, quite unsurprisingly, a Reddit post about seduction that tips him off to what the man really wanted from him.

Tim, ever the researcher that he is at heart, properly learns everything he can about sex and seduction and tells himself it’s completely fine for him to do this both because it’s for the family business and he won’t actually have sex. He’s a kid, so they won’t really want him, right?

Of course this is the nativity of the child that he is talking and his still solid trust in humanity keeping him from seeing people for what they really are.

Tim meets Dr Hinders at the next Gala, the man who looked at him like a piece of candy, and gives him a charming little smile and casually touches his forearm like the articles suggested. He plays it off as nothing special outwardly, though he makes sure to leave his eyes lingering on the man’s mouth.

He doesn’t remember much of what actually happened, only entering a car and feeling warm caresses turn harsh and painful.

Tim lays in the man’s bed that night and finds that he hates himself more than the man who used him even as Tim started to push back. He blames himself for not being smarter, for not realising that if he could look at Tim that way, he could do far worse.

But then the man says to Tim, “I think I will endorse your parents, Timothy. You are… quite convincing.”

Tim hears the man’s sickening laugh and hates how success stirs in his gut. Dr Hinders in the lead researching of a project his father had been practically begging to be apart of and now he will.

Jack will be so happy with Tim.

As he is dropped off at home, he runs a icey bath and sobs to himself as he enters. His ass burns as much as his shame, his shoulders ach from where his arms were forced back, yet somehow worst of all is his hip. The hand shaped bruise is giant compared to his own, a brand of sorts to remind him that he handed himself over like a whore.

Yet Tim respects whores, because they need to do it to survive more often than not.

The next day his father picks him up and actually hugs him. Its the first time since he was three that it’s happened and Tim can’t even be in pain from the contact to his aches as he hears his father rant about how proud he is of his son, how he did so well and deserves to go out shopping for a camera.

Tim frowns at the mention of Dr Hinders asking if he could continue to have chats with Tim every now and again yet says yes just to make his father proud.

Janet stared at him all the while with a knowing look, one that screams years of painful experience and burden that she seems to recognise in him.

He pointedly ignores it and goes upstairs.

If Tim this is the result, his father’s love, Tim is going to have to keep doing this.

He just… needs to find a way where it won’t be as painful.

By the time Tim becomes Robin, he’s well known in the elite Gotham circle as ‘bunny’. Find him at an event and play your card right and he’ll come home with you and give you a night you’ll never forget, all you have to do is promise to send some money to his parents or pay for a trip for them.

Most of them pay for trips when they realise that Tim can stay for while nights if they’re away.

He’s eleven when he first goes to a man’s house, already crying silently as he prepped himself, and there’s three others waiting.

He doesn’t even try to back out and upon returning home the next day finds himself holding his head under the iced water a little longer than safe.

Tim doesn’t go through with it and instead goes bat watching.

He tells himself that he’s the one consenting, that it’s okay because he’s doing the seducing, and shoves down the voice that tells him that no amount of temptation should allow anyone older than him to give in to violating a child. He lies to himself about how he prefers it when they are rough and cruel so he can feel better shouting hating them, because the kind touches and longing looks he gets from the ones who let him take the lead make him feel like he is in control, like it could actually be okay, and he knows that it’s not.

It took him a while and soon it will be too late, he’ll be eighteen soon, but he does know that it’s fucked up.

He just ignores that because it makes his dad happy, even after he goes into a coma and remarries.

Somehow he managed to keep it hidden from Bruce for almost five years, but as usual, he finds out.

Tim doesn’t tell him, no he’d never be able to do that.

It’s none other than Dr Hinders.

Bruce host a Gala at the end of summer and winter every year, which is both she he stays relevant and so he doesn’t have to do multiple and not have as much time for Batman.

It’s at one of these Galas that he’s talking with a few men and Dr Hinders says, “You’re a lucky man Bruce, to have Tim with you all the time.”

Bruce smiles proudly as the other two men give each other looks, both knowing full well that Bruce Wayne doesn’t like their kind and probably doesn’t know what Hinders is referring to.

“I am indeed. He’s a smart lad, my Tim. Single handedly raised my company from the ground after my ah, relaxed nature.”

The two men laugh heartily and one manages to make an excuse, abandoning his friend who’s about to shit tears as Hinders leans forward and says, “I’d kill to have him all the time. You know I was his first?”

Bruce is a master of poker faces, he has to be with all the masks he owns in both a literal and metaphorical sense. But his expression still falters for a moment, eyes narrowing as a sick feeling build in his gut.

“What ever do you mean?”

The man besides them stares at the ground in pure fear, knowing that Bruce is one of the most powerful men and he’s been included in the many who took from his financial heir.

Hinders grins a sadistic thing and gives Bruce a look to say ‘oh come on’, “Now, Bruce. Someone had to break him in, teach him the ropes. How else would Jack and Janet get any funding if not for whoring out their son?”

Bruce feels the glass in his hand strain from his tight grip.

“I mean, he definitely had a lot of practice by the time I got to him a second time, but an ass like that comes naturally. Hey, was it you who bought him that red lace? Me and the boys at work still have a photo of him in it up in the lunch room-“

Dr Hinders isn’t ready for the punch Bruce lands on his face, square on his nose with a loud crunch.

A few people turn around and soon everyone is, only to be met with an image of Bruce Wayne that or a cult shows the rage boiling off of him and raining the air with a dangerous aura.

The way he growls is enough to shake the room, somehow worse than Batman’s voice, “everybody get the fuck out of my house.”

Some people get their things calmly and leave, but most hurry like the buildings on fire.

Dick and Damian, the only ones attending that night other than Tim, rush up to him and ask what happened but Bruce is too busy staring at his son across the room.

Tim is frozen, hands cupped to his chest and Bruce knows he heard everything just by the tears in his eyes and how he immediately starts repeating ‘I’m sorry’ over and over and over.

Bruce approaches him quickly but waits for Tim to move into his arms. He wraps his boy up and squeezes him tight, “it’s okay, my sweet. You didn’t do anything wrong, I promise. This isn’t your fault. I’m so sorry I didn’t notice.”

Dick is getting frustrated now, wanting to know what happened to his baby brother, yet when he hears Tim’s response his heart is too busy shattering apart.

“It is! I go to them, I let them fuck me so dad can get his deals! It’s my fault! I shouldn’t have done it in the first place but even then I kept going all for a dad who doesn’t love me. I hate it, I hate it so much but it’s what I’m good for!”

Bruce lets out a sob and moves to look at Tim, “No. No, don’t you dare say that. You are so much more, worth so much more than your body. You are my son, you are Red Robin, you are a brother and a grandson and you are so fucking special. I’m so sorry Tim, I’m sorry you feel that way but it’s okay, I’ll help you. Those men will never touch you again, I swear it.”

Tim breaks down and collapses into his father’s arms, sobbing and wailing years of abuse out.

Dick sobs too but manages to get through it enough to remove Damian from the situation even as the young boys eyes are filled with rage and concern for his brother.

It takes a while, mainly for Tim to chose that he will take the pity and blame from the masses if it means the men who hurt him will pay.

He gives a list to Bruce and cries when he sees that Alfred himself is crying.

If some of the men on that list end up dead in prison and Jason seems a proud of himself, that’s no one’s worry.

Damian refuses to leave Tim’s side for a long time, going with him every where when out in public and not giving up his sword even when the mall security insist he has to.

The photo’s taken of Tim, most of which he wasn’t aware of, only manage to circulate for a few hours before Oracle manages to systematically remove each and every single one with the help of a few hackers and Cyborg.

Duke may also leak to a few of his friends that some of the men are trying to bail out of prison and shouldn’t be welcome in Gotham, and if one of those friends is Cass with a wood plank with nails in it, Kate defiantly didn’t see and help her make it.

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jellostories · 9 days ago

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AJ the Very Whimsical, Ch. 6: Hug Thief!

To Lance

AJ's eyes sparkled, her hands clasped together in pure excitement. Never had she seen anything so captivating! A shop window displayed a neon sign that read "WONDERFUL WALLY'S TOY BARREL," and beyond that, a wonderland of plush animals—monkeys, frogs, giraffes, penguins, foxes, and more! AJ desperately needed a new companion for her afternoon tea party; Surly, her turtle, had tragically nibbled on Louis Lettucehead, leaving her one guest short.

With a surge of longing, AJ reached for the envelope-wallet tucked into her boot. "Must get…" she thought, fumbling for some money. "Must get a cute stuffy animal…"

"AJ? What are you doing?"

AJ jumped, nearly dropping her wallet. It was her mother, Blaze, arms laden with shopping bags from Rockin' Threads and ToolGrease.

AJ approached her mother, craning her neck to meet Blaze's eyes. "Mommy," she pleaded sweetly, "may I have a new stuffy animal, s'il vous plaît? I need one for my tea party this afternoon!"

Blaze followed AJ's gaze to the stuffed animals and the sign that read: "STUFFED ANIMALS - $5.00 (EACH SOLD SEPARATELY)."

"Do you have enough money?" she asked.

AJ proudly displayed seven quarters from her wallet. "Is this enough?"

Blaze, a math whiz, shook her head. "Je suis désolé, Crumpet, but that won't even get you half a stuffy."

AJ's face fell. "N-Non…" she whispered, clutching her quarters. "I can't have less than half a stuffy! That'd be like eating only one hotdog! It makes no sense for a girl my age to have a tea party with less than half a stuffed animal!"

Blaze softened, setting down her shopping bags and kneeling to meet AJ's eyes. "AJ…"

But AJ wasn't listening. She frantically searched her pockets for spare change, finding only a paper clip, her house key, and a piece of candy.

"LE GAAAHH!" she wailed, tugging on her hair. "I need a stuffy, money or no money! Mine, mine, mine!"

AJ lunged for the toy store doors. Blaze scooped her up, but AJ wriggled free, accidentally kicking her mother's pants down in the process.

"Le eeeep!" Blaze squealed, dropping AJ and scrambling to cover her polka-dot boxers.

AJ seized the opportunity and dashed into the store.

Blaze, finally regaining her grip on her trousers, sighed. "Oh, AJ," she muttered, "you have no idea how grounded you are." She tried to pull her pants up, but they ripped right down the middle.

"Oh mon orange!" she gasped. "My shoes don't match my underpants at all! Silly me!" Her purple hospital booties clashed horribly with her boxers. "I knew I should've worn my Captain Lazerbeam undies today…" she lamented.

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Inside Wonderful Wally's Toy Barrel, AJ's eyes widened at the wonderland of toys. Guitars lined the walls, shelves overflowed with cars, dolls, and games, and islands displayed prank items. A large plastic cactus stood near the counter, soliciting donations for St. Bobbin's Hospital for Children. AJ decided this charitable cactus was the perfect hiding spot.

"Le jeepers' creepers," she thought, grinning. "I wish I could live here…"

Lost in the spectacle, AJ almost forgot her mission until her eyes landed on the coveted stuffed animals. "Oh, right!" she thought. "I need to get the stuffies!"

She attempted a stealthy approach, but her mother appeared out of nowhere, scooping her up.

"Hey!" AJ protested. "What the applesauce, Mommy!? You know I hate woman-handling!"

"AJ, we've been over this," Blaze scolded, adjusting her shopping bag skirt. "It's not 'woman-handling' if the women are in an emotionally healthy relationship. Now, what are you doing?"

AJ, momentarily distracted by her mother's makeshift skirt, decided it was time to unleash her most powerful weapon: begging.

"I'm trying to get to the stuffy animals!" she whined, pointing dramatically. "S'il vous plaît, Mommy, let me get one!!!"

The storekeeper, startled by AJ's outburst, fainted dead away. Panic erupted as customers screamed and fled, inadvertently pushing the Arquettes out of the store in the chaos.

Once outside, Blaze set AJ down, adjusted her malfunctioning hearing aid, and knelt to face her daughter.

"Angel Kallie Arquette, Jr.!" she exclaimed, making AJ flinch. "How many times have I told you to wait until you go on the date before you make a boy faint!? If you want to make a statement about how it's not just women who faint, then, for Pierre's sake, do it right!"

"I-I didn't do it on purpose, Mommy!" AJ sputtered indignantly. "Sometimes women's rights statements just happen, you know?"

Blaze took a deep breath, grabbed AJ's hand, and marched towards the exit, declaring they were leaving without any stuffed animals.

"WHAT!?" AJ shrieked, her voice piercing. "B-B-B-But Mommy! I need a new stuffy animal for my tea party this afternoon! I can't have one with only three guests! That would be dumb!"

Blaze smiled slyly and rummaged through her shopping bag. "Well, I guess it's a good thing I picked up some sewing supplies, then," she said, pulling out a new sewing kit and some fabric.

AJ squealed with delight and hugged her mother's waist. "Merci, merci, merci!" she gushed. "Je t'aime, Mommy! Tu gères!"

Blaze smiled and kissed AJ's forehead. "Je t'aime aussi, AJ. But I'm afraid you're still grounded."

AJ's smile faltered. "Wait, really?"

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prplocks · 6 months ago

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theshoegirldiaries · 3 months ago

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Last week I decided to try some of the new miniature perfumes, samples and full sizes I've been buying recently, so these are my first impressions;

Monday-daytime; Flower Knows Swan Soloist EDT (Swan Ballet Series)

First off I love the bottle, FK never disappoints when it comes to packaging. The swan lid is light plastic, so that part feels a bit cheap, but it's the ribbed glass bottle and the (unusual) colour of juice that I just love. There's something a little sour in the opening, alongside rose and then the rose is all you can smell (so if you don't like that note, don't try this). It's a gentle fragrance, like a lingering rose scent from soap or lotion on the skin rather than perfume. After a couple of hours I could still faintly smell it in the air, but it had almost gone completely from my arm, where I'd sprayed. Others noted my perfume was "strong" today, long after I could no longer smell it. I reapplied after 3-4 hours, but could only smell a little in the air and nothing on my arm.

Monday-bedtime; Anna Sui Fairy Dance Sun EDT (Secret Wish)

Again, what beautiful bottle, the 3 sided shape and fairy topped lid is intriguing, though it doesn't differ much within the Secret Wish/Fairy Dance line (but the perfume colour does, this one being more yellow). The original FD was one of my first Anna Sui fragrances and one I wear a lot to bed, so I chose the Sun version for bedtime too. Both scents are very similar, this one has a slightly juicier, tropical feel, without actually being juicy. I would've liked the juicy (and tropical) part amped up. There's basically no projection and the dry-down is pretty much identical to FD. If you already have Fairy Dance, you probably don't need Sun too.

Tuesday-daytime; KAYALI Sweet Diamond Pink Pepper | 25 EDP Intense

Ooft, it's very peppery. Supposedly a rose scent, though all I was getting was this strong peppery spice and an oud-like, leathery-barnyard vibe. I'll be honest, it was bordering on headache inducing. It really projects and lasts, this isn't one for smaller spaces as it'll choke you and others sitting nearby. I loved the more gourmand, candy sweet dry down on my arm, but sadly the pepper was all I could smell in the air. It's more creamy on my arm which I would like to enjoy without the other part overpowering it. I never got rose throughout it's whole journey.

Tuesday-bedtime; Gucci Flora Gorgeous Orchid EDP

So unlike the other Flora Gorgeous flankers, which all have a dusky, muted tone. I find it hard to tell the other three apart if I'm honest, but this one is stronger and just not the same vibe at all. Apparently there's no banana in it and it's not just the colour of the bottle making me think this, I smell banana. It very much reminds me of a sweeter Maui In A Bottle Sweet Banana | 37 by KAYALI, which contains banana. Very sweet, nothing like the others and banana are my thoughts so far! Note, this was a dab-on miniature, but I've just gotten a sample spray, so I'm keen to see how I get on with that.

Wednesday-bedtime; Flower Knows Alice's Flower Tea EDT (Chocolate Wonder Shop Series)

Oh I like this one, I could maybe spray more next time as there was very little projection, Definitely picked up on the blackcurrant in opening, then the fig/olive smell came later. The dry-down reminded me of something and I realised it was Anna Sui's Mellow Yellow from the Sundae collection-very fruity, pretty, inoffensive. I did also pick up a tea vibe from it.

Thursday-daytime; Givenchy L'Interdit Rouge Ultime EDP

Oh I like this, I definitely get the L'Interdit DNA. The sillage is pure L'Interdit, however the cocoa note is detectable in the background on my arm. My only gripe would be that I want that to be more prominent. I could still smell this on my clothes the next day. I've since worn this several times and I'm really enjoying it, L'Interdit but with a chocolate twist (still wish that part was even stronger though). Also, not as heavy as Rouge.

Thursday-bedtime; Rabanne Olympea Solar EDP

Ok, this is full bottle worthy. I think I might even say this is the best summer-forward fragrance I've tried, I really love it. There's no coconut in it, but I get a really creamy, coconut in the opening, then tiare flower, which can be hit or miss with me, but it's beautiful here. Then I got honey, again this isn't a listed note, but it was most definitely honey, that gooey, decadent, sweetness. It turned very gourmand at that point. This had great lasting power and projection, especially considering it wasn't a spray.

Friday-daytime; Givenchy L'Interdit Absolu EDP Intense

Another dab-on bottle. After Rouge Ultime, this was a bit of a disappointment for me, it's very masculine-cologne-like in the opening and indeed throughout. I wasn't getting L'Interdit from it. It didn't project or last as well as I would expect from an intense EDP. It's marketed as a unisex scent and I'd agree, but as I always say, wear whatever you want.

Friday-bedtime; Dries Van Noten Camomille Satin EDP

This is a sample spray, love the look of the full size bottle (the amber/silver shown above), but I have to be very honest and say this is more than I'd pay for a fragrance (£240 for 100ml, the only size they do). It opens as if 3 different fragrances are competing with each other at once. There's something medicinal/herbal that I found off-putting as I could detect this really beautiful vanilla in the background that I wanted to come through. The dry-down is lovely, a candy-vanilla that isn't too sweet, it's elegant, classy and inviting. It lasts really well, I'm just not keen on the opening, but then again it makes it quite unique. Would this be just another "nice vanilla" without it? I've worn it a couple of times since and agree, I want to skip the herbal bit and for the vanilla to come through quicker and more strongly.

Saturday-daytime; Christian Dior Oud Ispahan Esprit de Parfum (La Collection Privee)

Sillage and longevity on this are insane. I used a sample spray, but the full size (80ml) bottle retails for £380, so it's another pricey one. From memory, the regular Oud Ispahan has a lovely rose note coming through, which I was not getting here. This was just pure oud and too oudy for me (I've learnt it's something I dislike in perfumes). I didn't wear anything at night, because I could still smell this. The next day, I had a lovely pure rose scent on my arm, nothing else, no projection obviously, but it was freaky having not smelt any rose the day before. When I wore the same dress the next week, it still smelt like oud, after being washed! Having previously tried the Ambre Nuit one from this line, these are definitely potent scents and you don't need to spray much, so they would last a long time, but it would still be an investment. I want to get my hands on a sample of Lucky, as that's one I really enjoy the EDP of.

There were a few days I missed because that week wasn't a good one for me, but my take-away is, there's a lot I'm unsure of and need to try again. That's the thing with first impressions, they can change after using a product more. Anyway, Olympea Solar and L'Interdit Rouge Ultime were big hits for me, whilst Oud Ispahan was definitely a miss, but then I'm not an oud fan, so it was no surprise.

#perfume #fragrance #pink haired princess #gucci #flower knows #givenchy #dries van noten #anna sui #paco rabanne #rabanne #dior #christian dior #kayali #beauty #bbloggers

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