#tw: abusive partner

[cosmic-dust-poltergeist]

Pt3 of forever teen Danny adopting JJ Tim AND Red Hood Jason.

[Pt2: Here] [Pt 4: here]

Jason had absolutely no idea what he was looking at. Talia's information was apparently out of date when she sent him back here. There's a tiny vigilante version of Joker talking to the air on a rooftop in Crime Alley that wasn't in any of her reports. The whispers on the street call the kid Poltergeist, and he's apparently a chaotic good character and used to be Robin #3 before a run-in with the Joker turned him into the loony he sees before him. Jason is pissed Bruce let a second kid fall into that monster's hands.

And despite Jason searching, he hasn't found anything on the guy that supposedly saved the kid from Joker. Harley is still fucked up from seeing this Phantom guy kill her "Puddin'", but considering she helped fuck this kid up, Jason has no sympathy.

"Shit!" Jason ducks for cover when the kid suddenly snaps his head over to him. When Jason looks back, the kid isn't there anymore. "Double shit."

"Why have you been watching me?" Is asked from behind him. Jason will deny the yelp and jolt if anyone asks, but he totally did as he whips around, finding the kid perched on the building's roof access. There should be no way he got there that fast (is the kid a meta?). He has his head tilted like a curious puppy, the dark purple lipstick smeared over his lips and facial scars not hiding his little little frown. "Who are you, anyways, Mr. Tank?"

"I just wanted to check out the new player." Jason is glad his helmet disguises his voice, it masks some of his awkwardness.

The kid pouts, "I've been around 3 years if you count my year as Robin, that's not very new. If anything, you're the new player, Mr. Hood."

So the kid does know who he is? "Yeah, well, I've been outside of Gotham for those 3 years. You're new to me."

"Hmm, you couldn't have been Red Hood before you left." A second teenager's voice says from just to the left of Poltergeist, startling Jason. An unearthly looking 14(?) year old fades into view. The kid(?) is floating, answering the question of how Poltergeist got to where he is without Jason noticing. "Your ectoplasum is funky, my guy. How long have you been an Revenant?"

"A what?" The helmet can't mask how baffled he is.

"Yeah! Yeah! What's a Revenant, Dad!?" Poltergeist excitedly asks the other kid(?). The (not)kid's obviously not human, so Jason is obviously an idiot for assuming. Guy looks like a kid, but doesn't have the vibe of a kid. And he gets the vibe Poltergeist is call this guy "Dad" in a 100% "this is my father" way and not the weird "I call my sexual partner Daddy" thing that cropped up while Jason was without internet access.

"A Revenant is an undead that had a violent death and had a need to avenge themselves so desperate they rebound their soul to their body." The unknown explains, then seems to stare into Jason's soul. "Something is off about your ectoplasm, though. You should really get that looked at."

"Looked at by who?" Jason asks warily, "Who even are you?"

"Ah, I'm Phantom. Friendly neighborhood dead guy." Phantom fucking finger guns, what even is Jason's life? "And if you're asking that, I can only assume you've never been to the Infinite Realms."

"The where??"

"A dimension that runs parallel to this one. It's the dimension of the dead, undead, and neverbornes. It's very green." Phantom explains. "They'd have more knowledge on how to fix you the best, but I currently don't have easy access to it and don't know where you could. Good news! I'm pretty sure if I give you my own ectoplasm while slowly removing the fucked up bits of yours, it'd straight itself out. The unfortunately side effect is you'd be considered my kid in the eyes of the Realms and I'd want to know who the fuck you are before either of us commit to that."

"It'd fix the pit rage?" Jason asks in a daze. He's killed more people than he ever wanted because of the blackout rage he gets sent into.

""Pit rage"?" Phantom is staring into his soul again.

"I get so angry I blackout and can't truly tell you what I did during the, usually, hours I'm lost to it." Jason explains, "It's how I got on B's radar before I meant to."

Poltergeist is now creepily staring at him. Kid really is mimicking his dad.

"Yeah, no, that's not normal." Phantom scrunches his face in thought. "Rage is normal for a Revenant, it comes with the territory, but blackout rage isn't..."

Phantom looks over to Poltergeist, "How do you feel about a sibling?"

Poltergeist hasn't stopped his staring. It's freaking Jason out. Even more so when the kid starts cackling in delight. It sounds Joker-like. Which is fair given what Jason heard about how the kid became this way.

"I know who You Are Revenant ~!" Poltergeist sings. Making Jason freeze, because seriously??? The Bats haven't figured it out, but this kid in one meeting did???

"Oh?" Phantom asks fondly.

"He's the second Robin!" Poltergeist crows. "You definitely have my permission! How could I refuse the best Robin being my brother??"

"Wha-how-what the fuck, kid?" Jason sputters.

"You thought I wouldn't recognize you?" Poltergeist grins manically. "I stalked you and the B-man every chance I got before you died! I know you! Batsy was a fool to let you go!"

"You what now?" Jason doesn't know how many existential crisises he can handle in one conversation.

"I had a baby stalker phase!" Poltergeist admits happily before turning to Phantom, "Does being a vigilante mean I'm still a stalker?"

Phantom seems to genuinely think about it before answering, "I think you have to be to be a Gotham vigilante. Just try not to let it branch out to other areas in life. Normal people, and probably normal heroes and vigilantes, would probably get scared off."

"Jazz already told me." Poltergeist whines and flops over. Jason can now only see his feet. "Normal people are boring anyways."

Phantom just shakes his head fondly before looking back at Jason. "I'll let you think on it. We'll be around."

And with that, Phantom scoops up Poltergeist and turns them both invisible. Poltergeist's shriek of "Ta Ta!" and happy cackles echo in a way that means Phantom is flying them away.

Jason doesn't need to think on it, but he appreciates the thought.

He heads to his nearest safe house and starts researching up a storm on the supernatural to at least have a baseline on what he (and Phantom possibly) are. He takes a lot of the info with a grain of salt, though. He'll have lots to ask when he meets up with his potential new family. Who needs the Bats anyways? B told him he wasn't his father before he died, why should that change now that he died and came back? Nah, B will just be mad he's a crimelord. Phantom and Poltergeist don't seem to mind at all.

Yeah, he's joining their weirdass family. Maybe he should add a symbol or something green to his vigilante get up to declare it? He'll decide after he talks to them. Phantom might have a family crest or something.

[cosmicsproutcake]

I don't know if I've mentioned it on here before, but I've mentioned it elsewhere, that I probably wouldn't be able to maintain a relationship, romantic or otherwise, with an anti. Whether they're the feral ''kys'' type anti or not.

A lot of people seem to misinterpret that as me letting pointless fandom drama control my relationships, but that's genuinely not the reality. Fictional squicks are not the issue here; the treating fictional anything like it's comparable to my lived trauma is, and that is a thing that all antis do.

I don't care if lolicon and incest fiction makes you uncomfortable, you are allowed to be uncomfortable, but the reality is this shit is fiction, and fiction is not the same as 13-17 year old me getting sexually assaulted by multiple different adults on multiple different occasions.

I simply would not be able to maintain a relationship of any kind with someone who thinks a fucking drawing is in any way comparable to what those men did to me!

[murphysscribe]

Neil Gaiman

Like... how hard is it to NOT be terrible? Like... Millions of people manage to not be terrible to women. Manage not to abuse their power over others? Millions of people in power, even.

Terry Pratchett must be rolling in his grave.

[what-is-it-to-be-pk-esque]

Damn ok doing the "Raphael revealing Astarion's scars" scene in a friendship route by the mausoleum instead of by the lanceboard at Last Light Inn is SO MUCH DARKER 😭

At the inn Astarion's pants at least stay on to show his scars, but in front of the Mausoleum? Raphael strips him totally naked. It's very obvious he's naked even with the default camera angles. The dialogue and line delivery is almost identical (Raphael mentions "revealing his skin" in this path though ugh), but I was stunned at the difference

I had heard about this being an old patch thing, so I thought it was maybe a glitch or bug they fixed, but the line from Raphael makes me think it was intentional to have it happen that way in at least one of these scenes

God damn

[lrosenerds]

AU where Wen Qing is Wei Wuxian's unofficial physical therapist (he couldn't afford one otherwise). Most recently messed up in a motorcycle accident, he also has various old injuries from being a teenage hooligan.

So Wei Wuxian is complaining to Jiang Cheng in public somewhere, like a café or a dining hall, like, "Wen Qing is so mean to me! I'm so sore! Look, is my shoulder bruised? It feels bruised."

And Jiang Cheng says something snarky and dismissive, like, "You deserve this."

And Lan Wangji overhears only parts of this conversation and comes to his own alarming conclusions.

So the next day Lan Wangji tells Wei Wuxian that he has something very important to talk to him about. He sounds so serious that Wei Wuxian is like, "Sure, buddy. Your place?"

Wei Wuxian doesn't know what to expect, but definitely not for Lan Wangji to haltingly but determinedly start talking about how Wei Wuxian deserves to be safe, and it's okay to ask for help, and men in relationships can be abused by women partners, too, and it's important not to be ashamed and to utilize the resources available.

He pushes a bunch of pamphlets across the table at Wei Wuxian and adds earnestly, "I know your family situation is complicated, so if you need somewhere to go you can stay with me."

And Wei Wuxian is so stunned and horrified that Lan Wanghi thinks Wen Qing is his abusive girlfriend, but also so, so happy that Lan Wangji cares so much about him! He brought pamphlets and everything!!

And when Lan Wangji explains that he overheard Wei Wuxian talking to Jiang Cheng, Wei Wuxian starts laughing and explains, "No no no, Wen Qing is my physical therapist, she isn't abusing me, I'm just a crybaby whiner! We live together but we're definitely not dating!!"

And before Lan Wangji can get too embarrassed Wei Wuxian calms down and says, "But like hey, I'm so touched you care about me and wanted to help me, like even if you kind of hate me you're still such a good person."

Cue Lan Wangji's, "I've never hated you, I've criticized your behavior in the past because you put yourself in danger and get hurt."

And of course they start dating soon, and when Lan Wangji finally meets Wen Qing he brings her favorite food as apology, and Wen Qing forgives him. (His cooking is really good. And also she's secretly-not-so-secretly glad that Wei Wuxian has such a good person to take care of him and keep him safe and happy.)

(Anyway this is what happens when I'm bored at physical therapy I guess lol)

[axoxodu]

I was fucking crying and he knew it.. but he still asked for pics of my legs.. because it could make him smile.

Of course I sent him those pics.

[champrp]

Mouthwashing post-canon continuation (LF Curly)

I want to explore a post-canon continuation of the game, in which the crew of a search and rescue vessel - The At-Beyi - find the wreckage of the Tulpar. Shocked to see the gruesome carcasses of the crew, they decide to unthaw Curly and treat his wounds in hopes that he’d be able to recount what had happened aboard. I’m willing to play a cast of characters against your Curly, all of which act as a foil to the original crew of the Tulpar in some way. The At-Beyi was created for this very mission, and each member of its crew is the best of the best at what they do. On the surface, they seem to be perfect. A well-oiled machine that wordlessly works together to achieve its goal. But much like the original crew of the Tulpar, each member has their secrets, their own motivations and prejudices. 

The vanishing of this particular Pony Express ship had been a public interest case; the last vessel staffed by a whole crew of people had vanished after the ship's radar had stopped pinging about halfway through their freight. The last location the Tulpar had reported before its disappearance was utterly devoid of a wreckage - starting a high-profile search and rescue case in the cold depths of space. With such surmounting pressure, surely the crew of the At-Beyi will return successfully with the missing persons. 

I’d love to discuss and brainstorm with you about the cast of the At-Beyi. I do have some ideas already, but I would love to hear anything you’d have to request first, especially regarding the plot of this roleplay. Does the At-Beyi follow a similar doomed path to the Tulpar? Does Curly return to earth but is unable to deal with the bombardment of attention he’ll receive - the invasive questions getting to him? Does he form attachments to the crew of the At-Beyi, and are the similarities between each of them and his now-deceased crew too apparent to ignore? Does he see them as what the crew of the Tulpar could’ve been if he was just a better captain? I’d love to explore whatever avenue appeals to you best! 

I’m not interested in playing out any depictions of ab*se or r*pe - though these elements will be essential to the story since they have such an impactful role in the games. Similarly, I’m not interested in roleplaying any kind of shipping between Curly and the crew of the Tulpar. While it’s not the main focus of this prompt, I’d be happy to include shipping with the members of the At-Beyi. Any themes explored in Mouthwashing will likely be touched on in this roleplay. I’d love to hear any ideas you have, so please feel free to write out any musings in your connect! I can guarantee that if you dm me with a sparse message, we won’t get very far. I like my partners to share my passion for analysis and be willing to share their ideas (even if they aren’t fleshed out yet—it's our job to do that together!). So, if that sounds like you, please don’t hesitate to share your brainstorming with me!

[binders-and-beanies]

Hey if you’re in a t4t relationship and your partner makes you feel like they’re the only person who’s capable of understanding or loving or connecting with you bc you’re both trans. That person is taking advantage of you as a marginalized person and they’re not exempt from that just bc they’re also marginalized. Run

[leidensygdom]

sending comfort to you and your partner. i remember reading that your partner's father wasn't a great person, but the passing of a parent always affects people on some level. I hope things slow/calm down for you both.

Thank you so much! And.... Yeah, truthfully, he (is? Was? Not sure about the tense) a terrible person. He did get physically abusive with my partner, and I was too scared of him to even look him in the eyes.

We thought that part of his aggression was related to his alcoholism, but in his last lucid conversation with my partner, after almost a month sober, he pretty much showed that his malice was not even motivated by it. Which... Well, it does trouble my partner, bc they remember him being kinder when they were younger, but all that's left is awful memories.

I think they will struggle a lot with the grief of mourning someone who maybe was once a proper parent but who they've now grown to hate. We're also worried for logistics, what to do with the mother (also a piece of work), or even how to... Balance a funeral when we have a con this weekend. Its a whole bunch of work 😅

[gremlin-writes-angst]

The Kings Precious

Fairly short, I have plans for more if this does well.

This is a Royal Vampiric au of redacted audio

for this small snippet all you need to know is that Quinn is the new king and has forced 'Darlin' to marry him ( engaged now) and though I didn't mention it in the story, darlin and Sam are a secret couple from before Quinn. Sam is still a servant of the castle and witnesses this whole interaction

TW: Very controlling, Seriously darlin in this is his servant and will not disobey him. please don't read if you don't feel comfortable. Non-consensual touching ( not near private parts but it is still unwelcome and uncomfortable) Quinn lies about what him and Darlin do behind closed doors. I want to be clear that he does not do anything sexual without Darlin's consent. He says these things to his servants because he feels it gives him more power.

Please consider these things before reading this, this part is literally all about Quinn showing off the control he has over his 'fiance' (servant)

For future reference, if I continue this it will mostly be sam and Darlin and you will NOT need to read this part.

“Isn't it just precious?”

He waited for his fiance's answer

It didn't take long for his patience to run thin.

He hates being ignored.

So he grabs their chin and forces them to look at him

“Precious?”

A sliver of fear shines through their eyes.

He loves it

His hand softly travels to their neck as he asks

“I was talking about the ring, it's perfect.”

They don't react the way he wants

 So  he squeezes their neck

“Do you disagree?”

He glares into their eyes

They should now by now to obey

His eyes are the last warning hell give

The fear in their eyes increases

It's so delicious that he can't stop his lips from curving into a grin

His grin widens when their voice stumbles out 

“ of course not”

He gives a small squeeze to their neck again, to remind them what they have forgotten

“ My king”

He worked on that for a long time and still is. He just needs them to look him in the eyes when they say it.

He lets it go for now as he works his hand down their neck, purposely exposing more of their collarbone. Leaning in to kiss them, breathing in their full scent before pulling away.

“ You always smell so divine, if only we were alone my precious”

He says, very loudly, a form of lying his claim.

His hand releases their garment, it doesn't quite return to its original position, but that was what he wanted.

He continues to lightly graze his fingers down their arm, feeling the goosebumps he is causing them.

When he reaches their hand he raises it to his lips kissing the back of their hand.

He holds intense eye contact with his subject.

“ Shall we show off how well your King treats you?”

He whispers and chuckles at the sudden reaction they have, their terrified

He wastes no time standing from his throne and lifting their hand. Forcing them to be pulled from their spot.

“Everyone stop and take a moment to gasp and gawk at this beautiful priceless ring I have graciously given my precious. The ring is worth more than any of your lives. Many have died to retrieve this very ring. It matches them perfectly.”

He didn't have to threaten anyone directly. Everything he did and said was taken as a threat.

He stood and basked as his servants obeyed him. 

Once he had enough he said his adeus

“ Go back to work, we shall be in my room.”

He leaned into them and pretended to whisper, though he knew and wanted everyone to hear him

“I just can't resist you anymore.”

With that, he rushed away, practically dragging his precious with him.

[holdooutforahero]

on Neil Gaiman, 1

I remain so disappointed at the lack of attention around these allegations. Things have picked up in the last week or so, unfortunately as new allegations have come to light. But it still seems intensely quiet.

And I want to say -- I'm (was??) a big Gaiman fan. His work has meant so much to me over the years. I am shocked by this. But I believe these women. As others have said, I find their stories credible, even as I side eye the outlet that published some of them.

[sheikzeldatetra]

Shoutout to my abuser, who I haven’t had a conversation with in eight years, for attempting to follow me on Instagram today.

Sending that kind of sheer courage and audacity out to my friends and loved ones. May you leech his energy and use it to have a beautiful day.

[byteing]

Hey. Ascended Astarion @ Masque. "You look so pretty when you're scared of me."

Warning: BG3 spoilers, and... I mean, it's an Ascension AU, you can guess how badly this is going.

The worst part is that he could hear exactly how Astarion might have said it before. Maybe as a little joke between them, acknowledgment of the startled but appreciative way Masque looked at him sometimes when he cut someone down particularly viciously. It would have been silly, and endearing, to hear it from him back then. The idea of fearing Astarion after everything they'd been through would have been laughable.

Not so now.

Masque isn't sure when, exactly, he came to dread the sound of Astarion's footsteps in the halls the way he does now. Doesn't know when he started to flinch at a certain look, a tone of voice, the sound of his name from his--partner's--lips.

When was it that he realised Astarion could hurt him? That his promises to never treat Masque the way Cazador had treated him weren't promises, but threats?

"Is that what you want? For me to fear you?"

He leans back just slightly, as subtle as he can. As if it were a natural movement, a shifting of weight, and not his body screaming at him to avoid being within Astarion's reach.

I don't like it when you do this, he nearly says. But his jaws feel wired shut with dread.