#tw: dead parents

[0nlywishfulthinking]

therapy isn’t enough i need to fist fight my dead parents in a target parking lot

#personal #tw: dead parents

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Do What I Cannot

This is based on My Graveyard Song because I was captivated by the idea of Danny’s parents burying him alive. That’s basically the only part I took though. This is about him being confronted with his parents again once freed.

This is unedited so feel free to point out mistakes. Contains graphic description of violence.

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The Justice League’s newest hero has been a wonderful asset, truly! Phantom is a rather powerful hero and even though some of his methods are a little questionable he follows the ‘no killing’ rule more strictly then some of the long-term members. Even if it’s just because he doesn’t want to deal with them as ghosts it still counts. Some of the more magical people have an idea that Phantom is more powerful then he’s letting on, but they don’t push it. After all he’s still just a teenager, they don’t really want to have him dealing with universal threats either.

Honestly even if he weren’t a hero Batman at least would have kept him around for the impressively positive affects he has on Red Hood. Jason had been calmer and more reasonable then he had been since his resurrection since digging up that grave and teaming up with Danny. It was just a little unsettling sometimes honestly, sometimes his eyes would glint with the green of the Lazarus waters and everyone would tense up prepared for an aggressive outburst only for Jason to announce he needed to find Danny and leave. The more suspicious minds found it odd, but they figured it was just because Phantom could calm Jason down and didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

Really the only problem was that knowing Phantom had alerted them to a potential new source of threat that they really knew very little about. The JLD knew some but not enough and the ways they had to fight ghosts were clunky and unreliable, they needed weapons that would work on ghosts. Not Phantom obviously, though the overly cautious ones privately thought about him too, just in case you know? And there weren’t many people who specialized in such tech, so of course their search lead them to the Drs. Fenton.

The magic users thought their methods were crude and crazy but had to admit they clearly worked so maybe it would be best to invest in at least some of their tech. At least to study and see if it could be improved on. So they were invited for a meeting, and it was decided Phantom would Not be told. Mostly because they didn’t want to stress him out and also because they’d learned these two were ‘shoot first ask questions later’ types who apparently didn’t believe there was such a thing as a good ghost so they might actually try and kill Danny on sight, which would be awkward.

The presentation they gave to the Justice League was predictably unhinged and they knew well enough to take all of it with a grain of salt, especially the part about all ghosts being evil. Danny had already explained it to them, that ghosts were driven by obsessions which meant they behaved differently then humans but the majority only lashed out when something got between them and their singular passion. Some were different, some had malicious passions and some were more complicated. Diana and J’onn both looked like they were trying hard not to pick a fight but they’d all agreed to smile and nod till they got access to the tech.

There was a familiar sudden chill in the room, looking around Batman could tell a few others felt it too, though Flash was typically oblivious.

“Oh dear,” J’onn whispered before Phantom appeared.

“Hey guys what’s up?” He asked, cheerful but slightly accusatory, they should have known better then to think they could keep the meeting from him. Before they could think of anything to say Danny’s eyes caught on the Fentons and narrowed.

“GET DOWN!” Jack yelled pulling out one of those stupid blasters from somewhere.

“What a perfect chance for a demonstration,” Maddie said, sliding on a pair of gantlets.

“You-you don’t recognize me, do you?” Danny asked, and for a moment he looked hurt, then something happened none of them had ever seen before, his eyes turned red. The toxic green they were used to changed to a deep, blood red and his feet touched the ground as he stalked forward. Jack shot, Danny didn’t break stride, a green shield blocked the blast like it was nothing. Maddie tried to lung and was immediately hit in the gut by one of Phantom’s ecto-blasts, knocking her back against the glass.

Batman leapt up and tried to lung and stop Phantom only to hit a wall that rippled with green, a bubble surrounding the ghost and the two hunters, invisible until struck.

Danny grinned, shark like teeth on full display without any mirth, white hair whipping in an unfelt wind, flowing so it almost looked like flames. “I guess I look a lot different then I did when you buried me alive huh? How long did you leave me? Because you ‘couldn’t kill you son’ so you thought it would be more merciful to lock me away till everything human about me rotted.”

“No,” Maddie gasped, recognition suddenly sharp and painful on her features.

“Yes ‘mom’,” Danny snarled bitterly. Jack tried to shoot again but the blaster was knocked out of his hands so quickly no one was sure what hit him before it could fully charge. “YOU MADE ME! AND YOU ABANDONED ME! You’re lucky someone found me, I would have gotten strong enough to break out on my own eventually and if I had I would have destroyed everything.”

“Oh my god, his parents?” Diana nearly whispered. Batman understood how she felt, Danny didn’t like to talk about how he’d ended up buried ‘alive’, that his parents were the ones who had done it… that was horrific. It made sense why he had never been able to speak about it, but Damn that would have been good to know before they had invited Danny’s abusers to give a presentation on weapons that had no doubt been used to hurt him. And now.. what? They couldn’t get to Danny, it seemed like he had gotten to the point that Raven did sometimes when her emotions overwhelmed her, could they get to Danny? Could they stop him from doing something he might regret?

“You are not our son,” Maddie hissed, her breathing still coming in a harsh wheeze from the blow to her stomach. “Danny is dead! He’s gone. You’re just an acto-entity imitating him, and not even well, you’re just a parasite.”

Danny seemed to be losing some control of his form, it was stretching, getting taller, his fingers curling into dangerous claws tipped with the blackness of the star studded void. “Pathetic mortals, you act as if you will never die, but you will join my kingdom. Perhaps it will be punishment enough to become what you hate, perhaps not. Perhaps I will speed up the process so you can’t hurt anyone else,” He snarled his hands beginning to glow with familiar green of his energy blast.

“Danny stop!” Superman said, hitting the burier to try and get through but not even he could break it. Danny didn’t seem to be responding to them though he was hesitating.

Batman was resigning himself to watching Phantom kill his once parents before Jason walked by him. Batman wasn’t usually taken by surprise, but he was shocked, and worried, both because he could see the green glow of pit madness through the eyes of his helmet, which was worrying, and because he walked through the burier keeping the rest of the heroes out like it was nothing.

He walked to Danny, taking his hand, there was a soft sizzle as the gathered green energy burned Jason’s hand without him even seeming to notice. He pulled Danny down to the ground from where he was floating, pulling the young hero into his arms. Danny let himself be pulled into Jason’s arms, the green energy fizzling out as he wrapped his own arms back around Jason’s waist, hiding against his chest. As the anger faded he slumped against Jason’s chest.

Just as the heroes were breathing a sigh of relief and relaxing Maddie went for the dropped gun. But she wasn’t fast enough as Jason drew his own pistol, the one with live ammo, and put a bullet in her head. Diana cried out in shock and Batman froze as blood and brain matter splattered over the watchtower floor and her body slumped. Before anyone could recover Jack followed, another shot executioner style and Batman had to turn away.

The watchtower was completely silent, enough so that he could hear Phantom’s soft sniffles as he cried into Jason’s chest. When Batman looked back Jason had holstered his gun and was just holding Danny Close. The green had faded enough from his eyes that it seemed safe, Batman approached warily and wasn’t surprised to find that the invisible burier was gone now that both the Fenton’s were dead.

“I’m sorry,” Danny said softly as he heard the approach, without emerging from his hiding place in Jason’s arms where he seemed to feel safe. “I wasn’t actually going to kill them, but I guess my want to, my emotions, were strong enough to make Jason respond. I didn’t mean to call you that way.” He looked up at Jason, his eyes green again though red rimmed from tears.

“It’s alright, I would have done it anyway,” Jason growled, holding Danny even tighter. “I’ve killed people for less, they deserved it.”

Batman took a deep breath forcing himself to keep his cool about his son’s constant flouting of his no killing rule, now was not the time to make Phantom feel worse. “Jason why don’t you take him down to one of the sitting rooms so he can calm down.” No doubt Phantom was reliving trauma, and grieving because even if he wanted them dead they had been his parents.

Jason nodded and scooped Danny into his arm who let out an indignant little squawk and insisted he could walk while making no attempt to actually get down. Jason ignored Danny’s performative complaints and kept the young hero’s head hidden against his chest so he wouldn’t have to see the corpses of his parents while Jason carried him out of the room.

Now, how best to deal with the aftermath of… all this. And later on he really would have to ask Danny and Jason what he’d meant by Jason responding to his energy, because it seemed like there might be something more to their relationship then just Danny calming Jason down and that was worrying to say the least.

Part 2: here

#danny phantom #maddie fenton #jack fenton #Maddie and Jack are bad parents #buried alive #tw gun violence #batman #superman #dc x dp #jason todd #can be read as dead on main #Danny got buried alive #full dead AU #Jason is Danny's thrawl but they're super chill about it

[lunarsluttymoon]

Took a lot of inspiration from @junebugdunes incredible comic of Ramsey and Zora, please look at her artwork it’s absolutely lovely <3

Textless versions + other stuff below

There were supposed to be 2 more pages but uhh. I’m tired. Prolly gonna draw those later, as a part 2 or somethin.

This was SUPPOSED to be some concept art but. It escalated.

Wanted to make the characters look as Zora perceives them or remembers them and stuff. The Banzais are big and shadowy cause that’s how she saw them as a kid.

Anyways yeah The Woods reminds me of Zora and I wanted to try to incorporate that almost chaotic feeling that I get from it. It’s like audial eyestrain to me I love it.

#epithet erased #my art #zora salazar #ramsey murdoch #banzai blasters #epithet erased zora salazar #ee zora #fanart #comic #eyestrain #tw eyestrain #tw blood #epithet erased ramsey #dead bitch #he was too silly commited too many crimes #arrested on charges of sillyness #epithet erased fanart #zora salazar fanart #great at cowboy #shout out to Zora’s parents who I’ve claimed for myself #my characters now… #her parents are sillouettes def inspired by the great at cowboy artstyle #but also cuz she was probably too young at the tine #and doesn’t remember what they look like #idk how to spell sillouhette #anyways Zora is a piece of shit but also zam. wowzers girlie ur pretty fucked up lmao. #it’s fun to draw her in Situations. u can make her sad u can make her funny u can make her angry. those are the only 3 possible situations #I’m so fucking tired idk what I’m doing. i’ve been walking around all day. might’ve also touched a conesnaill shell. idk we’ll see if I die #does anyone actually read these #if ur still reading this I’m kissing you on the mouth and we will have a summer wedding

[bonefall]

oo snowkit becomes snowcarve?

He does!

In StarClan, you can use the names and appearance that you could have had, if you died young. It's very rare that you get permakits or permapprentices. I lifted from the COTC story about Smallstar and his siblings.

(Though, in BB those kits actually survive and it's MAPLESHADE’S kits who lead to the law on protecting children, Darkstar's Commandment, the Queen’s Rights. Smallstar is the leader of WindClan and xey're super chill. Xey own a lovely shawl.)

So Snowkit chooses to appear as Snowcarve, an Honor Title he would have earned for the creation of a full written Clan cat language, expanded from the simple glyphs. I'm not sure if he's a popular patron, but I do know that Bramble and Tawny invoke him sometimes.

Unfortunately though he's more invoked for general guidance by the two of them, not for possibilities like I think he'd like. He watches over them though, like a guardian angel. A lot of cats secretly have those.

I'm not sure who he follows around more often though. I think he LIKES following Tawny more because she's a better listener to his omens. But he feels like Bramble NEEDS him more, y'know?

Also notably, Snowcarve was technically their uncle, but the relationship is best described as "1st cousin." Rabnir in Clanmew, a familial role about somewhat distant but parallel growth, seen also with Brightpaw and Swiftpaw.

#Snowcarve has a lot of opinions on the Clan and its actions #I think he really strongly dislikes how they tried to 'honor' him with Whitewing #She's deaf and serious but he doesn't feel like they're very alike at all. She doesn't even like glyphs. #I think in general he feels a lot of resentment about how they remember him as something so innocent and simple #One of the interesting implications of how dead kids work in BB that I haven't explored much is-- #--that they will be remembered for the most simple part of their existence #But they're like angels. They have a lot of tasks and jobs they carry out and they learn all that #And see what they could have been on earth. And even claim it. They aren't connected to that innocent image of themselves #Or even to the mortal plane in general. They have a stronger connection to the celestial one #So sometimes a parent will live a whole life thinking of the baby they lost #Only to meet their adult child in the afterlife. #BB!Snowcarve #There's a couple relevant young-angels actually I should write a blurb for the most important ones #Mole Moss Shrew and Snow. #Tw child death #Tw ableism

[uncanny-tranny]

When people talk about unsupportive parents of queer kids (whether or not they're a minor), there's sometimes this air of "would you really rather have a dead child than a queer one? There's no way you'd rather want that..."

But that's what people miss, I think. To a queerphobic parent, a queer child is a punishment. Anybody who supports their queer kid isn't punishing them, and that is just as bad. If a queer child isn't "good enough" to attone, the queerphobic parent believes, then they might as well weed them out entirely. That's why queerphobic parents might go so far as to claim to have one less child - because they are still in exhile, they are still punished. They may as well not exist entirely.

We must stop pretending that all parents have this innate feeling of wanting to protect their children no matter, and if a parent doesn't feel the need to protect and defend their child/ren, that is the fault of everybody else.

#queer #lgbt #lgbtq #queerphobia #queerphobia tw #abuse #abuse tw #that's why so many parents cry out that queer-supportive teachers are abusers... #...because those teachers aren't treating their kids like they do - they aren't mistreating them or wishing them dead #they see that as giving in - or essentially enabling because you aren't contributing to the child's misery #(just an example of the phenomenon i'm talking about)

[signed-sapphire]

The Fallen Star ✨

A Wish rewrite

(Scrapped) Act I - Prologue

We hear a woman’s voice reminiscent of the Golden Age of Disney, narrating events from a book:

Once upon a time, Stars roamed the earth. Magical beings from the sky that used their magic to help people, to assist them in fulfilling their dreams.

However, the Stars soon started to simply grant wishes, and people became lazy and dependent, demanding the stars make their wishes reality. The Stars became full of themselves and mad with power, almost destroying the kingdoms.

[Author’s Note: Take my messy sketches! Idk I’ll try to do little doodles per part IT WAS RUSHED OKAY]

One survivor, Magnus Arman, escaped his burning homeland. He saw the wreckage the Stars had caused, and vowed that he could never lose the people he loved to the Stars again.

On his journey, Magnus came across another wrecked kingdom. Another land the Stars had destroyed. Another land with no survivors… but one. Magnus heard a faint sob in the distance. Once he followed it, Magnus came across a child— Asha Arabella.

Magnus took Asha under his wing, and started working to stop the Stars. He studied their magic, bringing his young daughter with him on his adventures.

While he studied, he met a young woman named Amaya, who cared for Asha like her own. Soon enough, the two fell in love and wed.

[Amaya’s dress is a callback to the classic Golden Age princess wedding dresses]

But one day, more Stars fell from the heavens and attacked, wanting all the magic for themselves.

That day, Magnus almost lost his family.

So Magnus, determined to protect his family, used all his magical knowledge and became the Wishgranter, one who would decide what wishes were good and what could never be granted.

Note that the book doesn’t tell exactly how Magnus defeated the Stars… but anyways now he has a sick-ass white outfit like the one we see in the canon movie.

He defeated the evil Stars, and together, Magnus and Amaya founded the Kingdom of Rosas, a safe haven across off the Iberian Peninsula where people could give their wishes to Magnus and he would keep them safe from harm, from the greedy Stars. Magnus became known throughout the lands as Magnifico, the master of wishes.

And often, the wishes people gave Magnifico were good, and he granted them.

We see Magnifico granting a wish [I can’t find the picture but let’s say the dressmaker one we saw in the movie with a callback to Sleeping Beauty’s dress. And you know what, it’s blue.]

Little Asha was raised in the castle where she was doted on by her parents.

Teen Asha, just a bit younger than she is now, so around fourteen, and the page flips to Asha now, seventeen years old.

And this is where our story begins.

Next (coming soon)

So! Epilogue! I guess! Halfway done but I need to get it out bc I want to start random doodles and I need somewhat of a starting point!

Heavy heavy thanks to @annymation and their INCREDIBLE rewrite, go check it out, it’s amazing and wayyyy more of a tribute to the original Disney than mine will be. And @gracebethartacc/@gracebeth3604 (hey, I was the one who asked about whether your rewrite was written or thought dumps/ etc, but btw your rewrite IS well known, my roommate’s friends know of it and Anny’s) bc they have a popular rewrite with their amazing art doodles and thought dumps, so… I said fuck it and posted this.

I will update with more doodles! These are messy but I wanted to put SOME there… also! Check out @uva124 if you want to see some FANTASTIC wish art!

#writing by sapphire #the fallen star au #the fallen star #asha #disney wish #princess asha #asha x star #star x asha #saph doodles #human star #starsha #wish 2023 #lmao I don’t know what I’m doing #super short btw #tw: implied death #bc she can’t be a Disney Princess if one or both of her parents aren’t dead

[artistsfuneral]

Digging up and robbing the grave of Lambert's mother might not have been the most romantic thing Aiden has ever done with his wolf, but it definitely made it's way into his top 5 when Lambert got on one knee and proposed to Aiden with a slightly muddy ring.

#morbid #the witcher #artistsfuneral about the witcher #lambden #aiden #lambert #witcher lambert #tw death #tw grave robbing #grave robbing #tw dead parent

[swatchitt]

Sirius in the house of Black.

head-canon under the cut.

i think when Sirius returns home for the holidays he's forced to shorten his hair and be clean shaven, so he often has shaving nicks and scars. Healing charms don't work very well within the manor grounds because of the sheer amount of curse energy that the protective wards harbour, so scars are much more common among the Black brothers than you might expect from a pure-blood wizarding family.

#art #digital art #fanart #cspaint #csp ex #digital artist #sirius black #sirius orion black #the marauders #harry potter #marauders era #marauders #dead gay wizards #the marauders era #marauders fandom #digital drawing #drawing #artists on tumblr #sketch #digital illustration #digital painting #painting #sirius black fanart #marauders fanart #padfoot #tw implied domestic abuse #walburga's a+ parenting #walburga black #wolfstar

[thewritetofreespeech]

Akashi Seijuro x Reader

summary: just a heartstrings thing I came up with

You arrived at the Seijuro estate on time, because you knew that Akashi liked you to be punctual. You also wanted to be on time because you were a little anxious to see Akashi.

When he called you he sounded a little nervous on the phone. A trait you had never heard from him in his voice, so you were curious what was going on. It couldn’t be that you were coming over. You had been to his place many times; mostly when his father was away. He also hadn’t give you any special plans to deal with as he said you’d just be ‘hanging out’. So you wanted to know what was going on.

“Akashi!” You exclaimed when you saw the red head at the door. A soft smile on his face as he spotted you.

“Hello [Y/N]. I trust the drive was well?”

“Yep. Smooth sailing as always.” You turn to see the valet pulling your car away into the driveway. “So, what did you want to do today? Watch a movie? Play a round on the tennis court?”

Akashi chuckled. “In a little bit. I thought we could go on a walk first.”

You look down to see Akashi holding a bouquet of flowers. “Are those for me?!”

“No.” He told you. “Yours are inside. These are…well...just come with me.” There was that nervous tone again. It was more unnerving in person.

You don’t ask anymore questions and just follow Akashi. The two of you walk to a secluded area of the property that you’d never been to before. A part that looked like no one had been to before in a long while. “Akashi, where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” Was all he told you.

You walk a few more paces before the path broke into a small clearing. Like in a fairy tale. Only there wasn’t a mysterious pound with shimmering light, or a bunch of fairies fluttering around in secret. It was just a small clearing, with some flowers, and a single gravestone.

“Hello mother.”

You were shocked at Akashi’s words. Watching him walk up to the stone and place the flowers. “It’s been a long time. I hope you are well. These are for you.” This all seemed very weird. But then again, you hadn’t really experienced death often in your life, and everyone experienced it differently. “I’m sorry they aren’t your favorite but at this time of year, you know. I’m sorry I’ve been away so long. School, work, basketball. I’m sure you understand. I have friends now again, so I’m sure you would be pleased. I fact, there’s someone I want you to meet.” Akashi turned back and reached his hand out to you. You take it and come closer to him, standing by his side. “This is [Y/N]. My s/o. They’re very special to me so I wanted you to meet them. I…wish you could meet them….”

You felt Akashi squeeze your hand tighter as his voice got tighter too. “It’s very nice to meet you.” You didn’t really know what to say. “You have a wonderful son Mrs. Seijuro-san. You would be very proud of him.”

A gentle breeze came through the clearing, and you have to chalk it up to coincidence, but your heart felt like it was really her giving her blessing. “Let’s head back.”

The two of you make it out of the clearing and back to the main property quickly. “I’m sorry if that was awkward for you.” Akashi finally said. Still holding your hand. “It didn’t seem right to spring it on you, but it also didn’t seem right to tell you ‘hey, let’s go visit my mother’s grave’.”

“I would have gone if you told me.”

He smiled a little. “I know you would have. Still, it was…just something I wanted to do.”

You squeezed his hand back this time and hugged his arm. “You miss your mom.”

“Terribly.”

“And that’s ok. I wish I could have met her too. In pictures, she always seems really nice. And pretty.”

“She was. On both accounts.”

“Do you think she would have liked me?”

Akashi squeezed your hand back again. “She would have adored you.”

There was another gentle breeze across the courtyard as you came inside. It felt warm and comforting. It was funny. This was probably the oddest, but also best received, ‘meet the parents’ you’d ever been too. You certainly hoped meeting his father one day would go just as well.

#akashi seijuro #knb akashi #akashi seijuurou x reader #akashi x reader #mrs. seijuro #kuroko no basket headcanon #kuroko no basket scenarios #kuroko no basket imagines #knb imagines #knb scenarios #tw: mentions of dead parents #scenarios #imagines #;pen & paper (fanfiction)

[kadextra]

still thinking about q!quackity’s hell nightmare shadow creature jumpscare dead tilin “it’s all your fault” guilt tripping twisted creepy paintings stream earlier, it was insane. gotta rewatch that

#I’d always envisioned a scene where a dead egg ‘comes back’ Wrong in a hallucination or something and insults the parents #quackity delivered #qsmp #qsmp quackity #qsmp tilin #tw child death mention

[marvel-ous-whump]

Team whump Idea

A team of heroes hunted down one by one, held in seperate cells. but cells all in a line. Communicating while captured is something akin to Chinese whispers. At one point, the only two not captured are youngest, and Leader. The entire team prays to whatever deity that they believe in that youngest keeps managing to elude the Whumpers. Leader on the other hand?

Well, they all know Leader isn't coming for them. Leader is presumed dead, and has been for over a year.

One day, Medic is dragged from their cell and never brought back. The Team doesn't know what happened and can only speculate. Some hope that Medic found a way out. Others say that death would have been kinder. And then, Just when they've nearly all given up hope. who should burst in to the rescue? Leader! with Youngest and Medic in tow. Battered and Battle-Hardened, Leader thoroughly kicks Whumper's ass to the whooping, cheering and applause of the others. That's their team. their Family that Whumper's held in cages for nearly two years and Leader is one ticked-off Parental figure.

#whump #whump idea #found family #team as family #parental caretaker #tw death mention #presumed dead

[the-sxrens-sxng]

Let Our Despairing Concert Take You...

While you had been strolling through the park, you came across a concert being held. The stage was surrounded by a large crowd as two performers sang and danced in front of the people cheering for their performance. Both performers were two beautiful girls, very clearly twin sisters with subtle differences. Behind the girls, a screen with a spiral display plays in the background, further accentuating their hypnotic music.

Suddenly, people in the crowd start acting... funny. Several people begin driving knives into their throats, shooting themselves, or begin hitting their heads onto anything they could, be it poles, the ground, or even each other. And as all the men and women in the crowd found brutal ways of ending their lives, the children in the crowd react... differently. Their eyes begin to swirl along with the spiral screen, slowly and calmly climbing over corpses and carnage toward the sisters' stage, almost as though they'd been... brainwashed. Curiously, you seem to be the only one unaffected by this strange mind control.

What do you do?

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#tw: hypnosis #tw: brainwashing #tw: suicide #tw: knives #tw: guns #tw: death #tw: corpse #tw: dead body #🎸: Kanade Otonokoji (Ultimate Guitarist) #🎤: Hibiki Otonokoji (Ultimate Vocalist) #tw: parental death #tw: child murder #tw: child endangerment #tw: child death #tw: child abuse #tw: parent death

[c-0-yote-teeth]

I know my posts on here are mostly mental health related or memes or both but I just gotta get this out. My daughter is six years old. Her open house for kindergarten is today. My mom died in November last year, and every time I think I'm doing better, I end up in a situation that makes me think "I need to call my mom." And every single time I have the earth shattering realization, again, that I can't do that anymore.

It's just... I thought she would still be around for all this. I thought I'd be able to send her pictures of the first day of school, and graduations, and plays and performances and.... I don't know. It just... Hurts.

#actually dissociative #did #dissociation #dissociative identity disorder #dissociative system #osdd #did system #traumagenic did #traumagenic osdd #trauma #tw dead parent #parental death tw #parenting #mental health #school #open house

[the-real-list-of-ominous-threats]

Every time you masturbate, I will cause your dad to walk into your room without knocking right as you're about to orgasm

#tw sex mention #yes. even if you live states away from your parents #if you don't have a dad then your mom. if they're dead then their ghosts.

[yellowocaballero]

I love how your Bruce is traditional but it is also like a mix of different types of traditional. Like he comes across as both "Rich white old money type" traditional AND "member of a marginalized minority group who take great pride in their identity to cope with years of ostracization and going "the world wanted me dead for my culture and religion so i might as well die loud and proud instead of conforming to their unachievable ideals" " traditional

Thank you for this ask, I really love it! I have a shitton to say on this topic, including a lot of worldbuilding decisions on Gotham cultures, immigrant spaces, segregation, how it ended up like 1920s-1930s NYC/Chicago mixed with my own city, Jason "Foil" Todd's Inferiority Complex, but that would make this depressingly long. Long time readers would know that I have, like, really complex and discrete religion headcanons for everybody I write. It's important.

Any decent Batman Story (TM) is about Gotham. It has to be a huge presence. It's like writing Dick Tracy without Chicago, or Cheers without Boston. When he's written well, Batman is a reflection of Gotham, and they metaphorically represent each other.

Most Batman writers get this, so there's always a lot of historical worldbuilding and everything. But I'm a community health person, and I grew up in the inner area of my own very large city, and creating a Gotham that feels real and rich is more complicated than the Court of Owls stuff. For me, cities are the intersection of culture, community, history, oppression/SES/war etc, and the modern day to day lives of people. When I want to make a rich city that was relevant and important to the story, I wanted to focus on immigrants and cultural minorities. You know - the people who create the cities lol. I decided on a history that involved the idea that Jewish families were the oldest in Gotham, and that they were one of the people to help create it and influence its culture.

I read a Daniel Handler quote just now that said "there is something naturally Jewish about unending misery". What is more Batman, Bruce, and Gotham than that, lol. The Jewish diaspora experience - the traditional history just as you outlined it in your ask - is baked into Gotham, it's the foundation. Gotham is a city of unending misery, but it's a city that stands tall. It takes a thousand hits and always gets back up again. People within it experience unending poverty and suffering, but they stand together. Just fucking refuse to die, as a whole. What's more Jewish than that! What is more Batman than that! Gotham should always be allegorical for Batman and Bruce, and through Gotham existing in that traditional Jewish experience, I think that's where you got the impression of Bruce as very traditional too.

Tim and the Drakes are the modern reflection of this. I was extremely explicit that Tim is alone in the world because of the Holocaust. I talk a lot in the story about how war and violence destroy children's lives, and that stretches back to the 1940s. About how war and violence creates violent children, which is what Tim became. His acting out was from the trauma of seeing his family slaughtered in front of him, and like a lot of people he used his religion to justify it.

There's a reason why the very first moment when Tim and Bruce actually connect as a family is when they find kinship and understanding through their shared backgrounds and values. They both saw their families slaughtered, they're both alone in the world - but they found each other, and they'll keep living.

OK BELIEVE IT OR NOT THAT'S THE SHORT VERSION. Seriously, though, I'm not. Uh. Actually fucking Jewish. This is like the fourth time I've talked out of my ass about this. I'm actually really interested in reading about the actual Jewish themes in Batman, because from what little I know they HAVE to be there. Any smart people out there who know about it, or who can link something written about it?

#tw holocaust #my asks #my writing #fwiw I think of Bruce as an atheist and Tim as pretty religious #I always write Bruce as really alienated from his Jewish heritage/culture #and his relationship with Tim (or jason in rr) reconnecting him with that #in nw that generational trauma is also why tim's parents weren't great parents. #heartbreaking! 25 years ago your mom was a survivor! #sucks. #i think i accidentally started thinking of tim as religious #because of that one time i wrote him as having come back from the dead after killing himself #and like anybody would get into god after that. and it stuck a bit for me #new story covid puppy Tim makes like an extremely smug point to call judaism dumb #kid has stuff going on. #hm I think I may have very persistent themes of returning to religion and religious heritage as a method of healing #not gonna psychoanalyze that! bye! #i feel like a fucking fanfic writer conservative for all i talk about masculinity and jesus

[lancelotrevolver]

Child of Chaos

Vincent Valentine is awakened by Sephiroth, instead of Cloud's party. He quietly saves the world, by defeating Sephiroth an entirely different way, before the big fight ever begins.

******TRIGGER WARNINGS: INCEST, NONCON, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH (not the main couple)********

******DEAD DOVE IS SERIOUS DON'T READ IT IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT*******

“These are innocent civilians.”

“There are no innocents, here. They are all complicit.”

“Sephiroth—”

“You said you wanted to help me, Vincent. These are my enemies.”

You said you wanted to help me. You wanted to help me. Help me.

The man’s face and voice warped into hers, making his head erupt with painful, disorienting static, disjointed images of faces and conversations, shattering reality like a mirror.

Help me. Enemies. My enemies. Vincent. Help me.

It took less than an hour to turn the entire town into a hellscape of fire and blood. At the reactor, a village man confronted them. He was cut down before he spoke a full sentence. Impaled on Masamune, and left to bleed out, on the concrete floor.

The man’s daughter chased after them, dragging the sword with her. Before she got anywhere near Sephiroth, the cannon thunder report of the Cerberus triple-shot rent the air.

Her chest exploded, into a gory mass of crimson and exposed, white bone. She was dead before she hit the ground. Another sin to add to the tally.

Vincent stepped over her body as he holstered the weapon, and crossed his arms on his chest, under his cloak. His hands never shook where Sephiroth could see.

A young SOLDIER under Sephiroth’s command, and a golden-haired teenaged recruit from the village, attempted to stop them, on the way out. Sephiroth quickly dealt with the SOLDIER, while the teenaged boy wept over the corpse of the girl.

“Leave him,” Sephiroth smiled, when Vincent leveled his barrel at the blonde head. “It’s not time for him to die, quite yet.”

This was the way they were. Sephiroth leading and Vincent following silently behind. Unquestioning. Unconditional. Just as he had done, since the day the coffin opened, and he saw that face looking down at him.

Her face, but not quite. Too beautiful. Too idealized. Like a fanciful rendering of familiar features, by an artist. That face smiled—her same knowing little half-smile—as the strong hand reached out and pulled him up from the darkness, out of the nightmare.

Since that day, this man had held the first and last place in his heart. This was his atonement. To serve the child, having so utterly failed the mother. To follow him into the river of blood, into the mouth of madness, into the flames of hell, forsaking all others, even to the end of the world.

This…this was love. Wasn’t it? Abject devotion, unswerving loyalty, abandonment of free will—to raze your soul to the ground, rip out the core of self, and fill every fiber of your being with the object of your worship.

“How old were you, when he killed you?”

“Twenty-seven.”

“I guess that makes me your elder,” Sephiroth chuckled.

Vincent didn’t understand the joke, but it was true enough. It wasn’t like he’d been aging or accumulating life experience. Vincent Valentine died thirty years ago. This body was forged from Chaos, immortal and nearly indestructible. A beautiful shell full of demonic poison. The perfect vessel for Sephiroth’s deranged design.

“There is no one I can trust, but you, Vincent,” he said, one day. “No one who knows me. No one who understands me. No one who has suffered like I have.”

They fell into bed together, as naturally as any lovers. It began subtly and progressed gradually. Touches that lingered too long. Intense, exclusionary eye contact. The growing disregard for the other’s personal space. When the final boundary was breached, Sephiroth led and Vincent followed, unquestioning, as always.

Deep-green eyes looked down into his, as silver hair fell like a curtain around his face. “You are the only one who belongs to me. The only one I love.”

That lofty, feline demeanor vanished when they fucked. Sephiroth was wild, ravenous, almost desperate. Rolling over him like a tidal wave. Devouring his body like fire. Like he would consume him and integrate every molecule of him fully into himself.

Sephiroth’s affection was a force of nature, that would have annihilated anything else it touched, but Vincent could withstand it. This was love.

They had been lovers for half a year, when Sephiroth finally struck, with the poisoned blade he’d been concealing in his embrace, all this time.

He had stripped Vincent and bent him over a heavy, stainless-steel table. Lifting one of his knees onto the table, to put him in an extremely submissive position, he rocked into him with maddening deliberateness, sliding almost all the way out, before plunging ever so slowly in again.

Only when Vincent was writhing beneath him, arching his back and begging, did Sephiroth speed his pace, finally giving him enough depth and friction. Vincent came with a strangled moan, spurting sloppy, milk-white spatters all over the glossy steel.

Just at that critical moment, Sephiroth leaned down over him, and a big, leather-gloved hand grabbed him by his jaw, forcing him to look up. A few meters in front of them, in the dark, a screen flickered on, displaying a page of lab notes, two photographs, and three genetic profiles.

“How does it feel, father,” Sephiroth purred, his breath hot and wet on his ear. “To have your son inside you?”

Vincent broke, under the weight of the sudden, devastating blow, but he was pinned to a steel table, by Sephiroth’s huge, superhuman body, and Sephiroth was still fucking him.

“It…hurts,” he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut, against the wave of nausea, the roaring chaos, beating against his skull, straining to burst its bonds.

“All this time—pretending you didn’t know,” Sephiroth taunted, punctuating his phrases with deep, vicious thrusts. “But you had an excuse. An airtight—justification. She told you I was his, after all. But you never believed it. You knew I was yours.”

Vincent’s ragged breath fogged the shiny steel under his face. “I didn’t. I didn’t know.”

“You did! How could you not!” Sephiroth growled.

“I n—never touched her. How could I know? Even if I had. He k—he killed me. Turned me into this thing. What could I do?”

“Shut your lying mouth!” Sephiroth grabbed a handful of his hair and slammed his head on the table, so hard he saw stars. His voice had lost its silky, mocking drawl and turned into a snarl of uncontrolled rage. “You knew about me! You knew what they were using your own child for! And you chose to hide yourself away in the dark! To sleep through it all! You coward! You worthless wretch!”

“I never knew. Never wanted any of this,” Vincent pleaded. “I loved her. I love y—”

A gloved hand clamped tightly over his mouth and that smoky voice dropped back into its taunting register.

“Hush now. I’m not a child, anymore. I don’t need your lies, nor do I want your love.” Sephiroth slid his hands down onto Vincent’s narrow waist, rocking his hips slowly, in a lascivious mockery of tenderness, that was more unbearable than straightforward brutality. “All I want is to have you just the way you are. Helpless, beneath me. Humiliated and suffering, begging for mercy. You can give me that, at least, can’t you father?”

“N—no.”

Sephiroth yanked his head back again, to look into his face. “What did you say?”

“I said no,” Vincent rasped. “I won’t—I won’t beg for mercy.”

The catlike pupil slits narrowed, and he bared his teeth in a malevolent smile. “You think I can’t make you, even with your demonic strength?”

“You can’t,” Vincent doggedly persisted. “I won’t beg for mercy. I don’t want it. This is what I deserve. I love you. I’m so—”

“No! Stop saying it!” Sephiroth roared, slamming his head onto the table again, and again.

“I’m s—sorry,” Vincent choked out, crimson droplets spattering the steel. “Do anything you want to me. I’ll love you, no matter what.”

“Shut up! Shut the fuck up!!”

Sephiroth flipped him roughly onto his back and wrapped his gloved hands around his neck, strangling him with force enough to snap steel girders.

Tears trickled down Vincent’s temples. His scarlet eyes rolled back in his head, but he kept mouthing out the words, as blood streamed from his nose and gurgled up between his lips.

Sephiroth gave a roar of incomprehensible rage and pain, like a wounded beast, then suddenly he was clinging to him, pushing himself inside, kissing him frantically, as his hot tears splashed onto Vincent’s cheeks.

Vincent’s chest split with agony; with grief and love and sorrow and longing…a hurricane of emotions, too tempestuous to comprehend.

He had a son. Someone of his own. Someone who belonged to him.

His son was in pain, suffering even more than he was.

His son was a violent megalomaniac, bent on destroying the world.

His son was fucking him, kissing him with a mouth full of blood, weeping on his face.

He did the only thing he could. He threw his arms around him and kissed him back, with everything he had.

“Give it all to me,” he breathed, between urgent kisses. “All your pain, all your rage, all your hatred—I’ll take it all. Give it to me and let me carry it for you. Let me love you.”

Sephiroth gave a shuddering cry and came, plunging wildly into him, while his big, thick cock pulsed and spurted, flooding his insides with slippery-hot seed. He thrust through the spasms, like he was trying to fuck every last drop into him, then he collapsed on top of his body, buried his face in the crook of his neck, and wept silently.

His black wing was extended, hanging limply to the side. Vincent stroked the silky feathers with his fingertips, pressing his cold lips to a warm, sweat-damp forehead. Their long hair, ink-black and brilliant silver, lay tumbled about and mingled together on the table, a half-angelic, half-demonic halo, around their heads.

“How can you claim to love me,” Sephiroth said, after a long while.

“Because it’s true. I do love you,” Vincent replied, wearily.

“You can’t. Not the way that I mean.”

“I love you any and every way that there is. You are part of me and you are everything to me. If you burned the world to ashes tomorrow, or if you turned from that path and slept in the earth with me, forever, I would love you the same.”

“I knew I was your son. When I woke you, in your coffin, I already knew.”

“I know.”

“I raped you.”

“I was willing.”

“I beat you.”

“I was just as willing. Sephiroth.” He put both hands on that perfect face. A face so like his own, that it seemed only a willful act of self-delusion could ever have made him believe this man wasn’t his son. “Fuck me, beat me, torture and dismember me, if you wish. Whatever you desire, I am willing. Anything.”

Silver brows lowered, and deep-green eyes turned away. “Nonsense. No one truly means it, when they say such dramatic things.”

“If you believe that, then…maybe it’s you who doesn’t mean it.”

“You do not love me, father,” Sephiroth spat, pushing himself up abruptly. “No one loves me. In case you’ve failed to pay attention, in these past months, I am a monster.”

Vincent sat up with him. “The monsters are not us, but the ones who did this to us. The ones who made us into these things, against our will. The ones who called you a hero, until you disobeyed.”

“It doesn’t matter what I do,” Sephiroth sneered. “Even if I had been a good dog all my life, they’d have turned on me, one day. Just like they turned on you.”

“They will always fear us,” Vincent sighed. “There is no one in the world like us. No one else who can understand us. But we understand each other. Even if we have no one else, we have each other.”

Sephiroth gave a cold snort. “Then, you expect me to believe that you would stand and defy the world, with me. That you would remain by my side, as my partner and my lover, knowing that you are my father.”

“I have said I’m willing, over and over, but you have yet to listen. Sephiroth, lay down your arms. Take off your armor, for me. Let me love you.”

Sephiroth didn’t reply, but he sat still, sullenly compliant, while his harness was unbuckled. The pauldrons clattered to the floor. The gloves and leather coat joined the crimson cloak, and the gold boots and gauntlet, on the pile, followed by the black boots and trousers.

All these months, he had never fully undressed, when they had sex. For the first time, they were naked, together. Gazing into one another’s faces. So alike, they could be taken for twins, only on opposite ends of the color spectrum—one black and red, the other white and green.

Sephiroth had dropped the mask, and his mocking half-smile was nowhere to be seen. His large, serpentine eyes were red rimmed, and the tip of his nose was touched with pink. He looked…tired. It may have been the most human the nearly seven-foot-tall angelic superbeing had ever appeared.

Vincent’s perpetually disheveled black hair hung over his face, obscuring one luminous, sunset-colored iris. Sephiroth reached out and brushed it back.

It was the slightest gesture, but it was like the touch that breaks the surface tension of a soap bubble, and causes the thing to burst. All at once, the walls were down and they were connected, intimate, corresponding halves of a single whole.

When Sephiroth took him in his arms again, to kiss him, his black wing circled protectively around Vincent’s back. He touched his face and worked his fingers into his hair, breathed his scent deeply into his lungs.

This man was his own. They belonged to one another, by blood and by choice. This…this was love. It was twisted and mutilated, but it was love, nonetheless. The rules didn’t apply to them, anyway.

These broken children, made into gods and demons, before they were even allowed to become men. Discarded weapons, crawling in the darkness, too horribly disfigured to ever be healed. Too riddled with hatred and grief and sin and obsession, to ever rejoin humanity. In this world, they would always be alone. But from now on, they would be alone, together.

———

It was early evening, and a balmy breeze ruffled Vincent’s cloak and long hair. He was standing alone, on a clifftop, staring off toward the west, where the sunset painted the sky in a riot of reds and golds, to rival the colors in his own eyes. This was a regular ritual of his—becoming lost in memory, and lapsing into long states of conscious unawareness.

He didn’t even notice, when strong arms circled his waist, from behind, and a chin came to rest on his shoulder. He only wound a lock of long, silver hair around his fingers, and toyed absently with it, as he gazed into the middle-distance. Dissatisfied with being ignored, Sephiroth nuzzled into his neck and bit him, till he emerged from his ruminations.

Vincent yanked on the strand of hair, as revenge for being bitten. “You’re awake. How are you feeling?”

“As well as I ever feel,” Sephiroth replied lazily, pushing his nose into the hollow behind his ear. “Jenova screams in my head, night and day, demanding that I obey her and go on as we intended. I will let her have her tantrum, until she tires of it. My will is too far superior to hers, for her to make any real trouble.”

“After everything we have done, you have truly altered your purpose? You will let it all go and walk away?”

He sighed and looked over Vincent’s shoulder, out at the valley far below. “This world, like all worlds, will end, one day. Whether it happens now, or in a hundred thousand years, what is that to me? I am no longer interested in meddling with the process. When the day comes—when this doomed race annihilates itself, and all life in the world is ended—then you and I will return, and see my design fulfilled.”

Vincent closed his eyes and let his head tip back, to rest on Sephiroth’s chest. “And until then?”

“Until then…I don’t know. I suppose I’ll take up a hobby.”

“Cloud Strife will not abandon his vengeance, simply because all of his allies have fallen. You killed his mother and I killed his woman. He will continue to pursue us.”

His perfect lips curled with a hint of that old, bloodthirsty smile. “I should hope so. We might get bored, otherwise.”

#ff7 rebirth #vincent valentine #sephiroth #sephiroth x vincent #vincent is sephiroth’s parent #tw noncon #tw inc*st #dead dove do not eat #minors dni #18+ only #18+ content #tw major character death #not the main couple they live #happy ending #in a very fucked up way #don’t like don’t read #evil vincent is not good at evil