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This has been on my mind for several months now.
Is it just me, or if Ninjago was made in live action or showed a little blood, it would be classified as a teen/adult series like Strange Things or Sabrina?
Whumpril Day 5 - Neglect
On ao3
Sponsors were staples of the Star Stream. Nearly every powerful Incarnation had one, sometimes more. They were meant to bestow legendary Stigmas upon their chosen, granting them fantastical abilities to allow them to progress further through the Scenarios.
Shin Yoosung signed that contract with the strange Ahjussi knowing this. She signed it knowing that he may not help her as much as others might, but she had faith he would be worth it.
She did not sign the contract knowing that the man would disappear so soon. She did not sign the contract knowing that the man would never come back.
She felt empty. The memories she had with that man were short, fleeting. It felt she had spent more time with the man dead than she had spent with him alive. She knew this wasn’t true, but his absence was all consuming.
Sponsors were meant to aid those they took on as Incarnations. Even though she was a child, she knew that this was not always true… this man was meant to be different. This man was meant to stay.
[The Constellation ‘Demon King of Salvation’ does not exist]
he would break the world down piece by piece for you, darling
Trigger Warnings: Overdose, cheating, alcohol
“He would do anything for you,” his friend says to him one day. The coffee in front of her had already gone cold, but she still stirs it with an idle hand. “He would hang the moon for you if you asked. I have no doubt.” He laughs, and doesn’t understand. She looks at him through dirty lenses, and her eyes speak a thousand words, a whole galaxy of thoughts swirling in brown eyes and gold rimmed glasses.
“He would.”
And he still doesn’t understand.
He doesn’t understand when his boyfriend follows him like a lost puppy, or when he hugs him tighter than anyone else he knows. He doesn’t understand when the lights go out and he feels a hand trying to grab his own under the covers, or when he sees him cry in the corner sometimes.
He could write a song about the silent, slow, rare tears he saw on those nights. It was the kind that travelled down your face and dripped down your neck, and you didn’t care enough to wipe it away. The kind that you didn’t sob out, but rather let go.
It didn’t really matter to him, though. Saltwater was saltwater, and he didn’t care why it came into existence.
“You should go home,” she tells him one night. “Your boyfriend is probably worried, and it’s late.” The club is pounding, pounding, pounding, the bass creeping into his veins and making his breathing and heart stutter just a little bit. Her glasses are reflecting the neon bar sign, and the glare someone’s camera flashing is caught in her purple hair. He couldn’t care less.
“Another Blue Sunset!” He calls out, with a wild grin on his face. There was no way he was leaving before three.
She glances at him from the side, eyebrows scrunched and eyes unsure. “How are you gonna get home?”
“I’ll call my boyfriend,” he waves it off and grabs his full drink. It was fine. He was fine. Everything was fine.
And that’s what he tells himself.
That’s what he says when he starts to leave with strangers and promises that it won’t happen again. (He doesn’t know if he’s trying to convince his boyfriend or himself.) That’s what he says when he starts to bring a toothbrush and a comb when he goes to the club. (It’s so he can fix his hair and brush his teeth after having a few.) That’s what he says when his boyfriend’s crying became more frequent and more and more resigned.
(He doesn’t know when this became their normal.)
His boyfriend doesn’t really look at him anymore. He sort of looks at him with his eyes to the floor. And he starts to forget which stairs creak in their house and he stops leaving his socks everywhere because he sleeps in a new house every other night. He doesn’t have the time.
(He doesn’t know when his house stopped being his home.)
The sky looks sad today. He looks up and it’s bright and sunny and clouds are few and far apart. He squints. The beams of light make dots in his eyelashes and he stares at them until his neck aches and his eyes burn. It’s a good day.
(He doesn’t know what that is anymore.)
He never understood why his boyfriend cried more often. He never understood why he wanted more. He never understood why his heart was broken. He never understood that maybe he was like this because his heart was never there in the first place, like it was just ripped out, like there was a hole in his chest and every second of every minute it was straining to get it back, straining to exist a little longer, like he was as empty and hollow as a skeleton in a secondary school biology classroom, like he would never understand how to understand.
(And when he was lying on the floor, his actual heart slowing and his boyfriend screaming a terrible broken sound that made his voice shudder and shake like it couldn’t contain whatever it was feeling and kneeling on the floor next to a bottle of pills that no longer rattled, he still didn’t understand.)
Most, if not everyone wants and enjoys relationships with others. For many who grew up being abused at the hands of those who were supposed to love them, however, the need for loving attention is both pathologically desperate, and needed for healing. The saddest part of this aftermath is that victims also often gravitate towards the abusers, who are more than happy to take advantage. The fervent need for the time, love, and respect of someone is even harder to attain for those who have been groomed to believe that neglect is normal, abuse is deserved, and basic decency is generous. In those relationships where a decent partner has been found, the formerly abused party is more likely to take the relationship quite seriously - why would their partner treat them with respect and be present unless they deeply loved them? Heartbreak ensues when their partner leaves, and they discover that, even though this person cared for them to some degree, that basic respect was not love, but simply the default behavior of a decent human being. Where it often ends is at the panic and self-loathing which dovetail with abandonment issues that come come crashing back in. We are worth more than this.
Thought I had major abandonment issues but turns out I was just neglected lol
Hihi ! So I posted Chapter 3 to Lone Warrior and it got content label warning due to some violence in the story so incase you can't find it due to filters or stuff here's the link
CH3
I don't know why it got a label? I mean it's not any nsfw or super gory it has some cursing I presume and blood but I have works where I got gory and it didn't get that label ? I'm not sure but I'm working on it ty again for the support!
Have you read the batfam x invincible or the batfam x pjo crossover type of neglected reader?
-👻anon
Never have but pls Tag me in it - I think it's quiet interesting . I've read pjo x batfam and invisible reader x batfam crossovers but never all 3 together.
Though it's got me thinking - I wanna make a fic with like a hades reader x neglectful batfam - like reader is a cursed like they can't touch anyone because she can literally see their soul or smth or the sort like that and it's very scary especially since reader is young and doesn't understand anything and batfam being neglectful of her ain't realky helpful. That's all I got for the moment - it's just an idea I'm not sure if anyone is interested in it so 👩🦯👩🦯
For the harry Potter reader.. Just do what the original harry Potter was.. (I don't remember if the original harry Potter was even popular.. Last time I watched harry Potter was when I was still in 8th grade)
- 👻anon
If I recall correctly he was very popular in the sense everyone knew him as the boy who lived but ik alot of other fanfics portrayed him as an outcast because of malfoy's insults /influence in kind of shaming him /bullying him.
I HATE SPIDER LILLES
angst . gore . wip
summary : a lonesome child dies while a neglectful father loses himself to guilt and grief.
My body bleeds black as it eagerly gushes out my chest . The blade glistens in the faint moonlight - it looks so angelic , so beautiful as it lodges itself deeper into my chest . I want to cry - cry out to the world , cry out to everyone , cry out to them . There are so many questions, yet no answers . Why doesn't Daddy love me like he does to everyone else ? Why did my mummy have to leave me behind ? Why did my brothers have to ignore me ? Why does everyone hate me ?
It's unfair - so unfair that I have to die all alone in this cold , bleak night while they are wrapped in Daddy's warm arms - shielded from Gotham unwavering doom. My eyes strain as they stare out into the darkness- hopeful and naive searching for someone to save me from myself . Tears stream begin to stream down my cheeks as it dawns on me that no one was coming , that daddy and older brothers don't want to save me .
" I'm sorry daddy - I'll do better - I'll be better daddy , I'm sorry I disappoint you alot , I'm sorry I'm not strong enough daddy but - I can do it - I can be strong like jayjay - I can be smart like tim papa I promise - just gimme a chance daddy I can be like them - I can be fast like dick and I could be perfect like damian daddy please - please save me daddy please it - it hurts so much please ". I cry out but no one responds to me .
I let out a pathetic cry - was it too much ? Too selfish to plead for my daddy to save me from this cruelness ? Was I too weak ? Too imperfect for his perfect world ? Was I so forgetful , so useless to him that I deserved to die a painful , agonizing death ? Had I wronged my daddy by simply breathing ? Another painful cry leaves my trembling mouth - yet again questions left unanswered .
A spider lily blooms from the inside of my chest - practically weaving itself around the blade . My bloody , swollen hands reach to cup it like a desperate man would for water on a scorching desert. The petals are soft to touch - almost feather like . Is this what mummy's touch was supposed to feel like ? Soft? Warm ? Comforting? Its pungent scent invaded my senses - my body high on its vanilla like scent -
How sick , how cruel can death be ? How can it be so cold , so painful yet so warm and welcoming at the same time ? Was I always doomed to succumb to my own failure? Had my own brother predicted my downfall when he called me a failure and a waste of Wayne resources ?
Was I always doomed to die ? Did God hate me so much that he blessed my brother with a person to mourn him but left me without ? Another question left unanswered . More red spider lilies begin to bloom around me , swallowing me whole and for once - I give in - I embrace it for what does a child whom has experienced nothing from her own family left to embrace ?
I swallow another choked hiccup back - even now when certain death is about to consume me - I still bottle my feelings in fear of burdening others, even monstrous death himself. Spider lillies began to sprout from my own flesh .
Blood coating its red petals - like a wet blanket, its ire iron smell masks the once sweet vanilla scent . The flowers practically tear through my flesh , lovingly discarding my tissue about like confetti. It's painful, mummy , so painful, daddy - please save me - anyone please save me . I'm sorry for being me daddy - I promise to be better - I promise I'll be someone else anyone, Daddy, just make it stop .
My mouth opens to scream, but nothing comes out - nothing but another spider, lily - this time it's pure white . It sways it the wind like an enchanted being , a pure - untouched angel , an ethereal being spreading its soft love for all . The wind proudly ruffles through its prestine petals - a silent kiss of farewell from God , a kiss coaxing them to a far away land promising of a sweet , quiet , painless life. My dull eyes stare back into the abyss , this time, it's glassy , detached - its owner no longer belongs here , in fact they never had .
My eyes slowly closed in on themselves for the last time . Such a slow, pitiful death for a little girl . Left the world all alone and cold with no mummy and daddy to mourn her - no one to cry for her , no one to remember her . Such a sad faith for a little girl .
Bruce stares at name's dead body - guilt eats him alive as before him, his daughter's corpse lays on a plastic cover , cold and unmoving. He can feel bile crawling up his stomach as his mind digests how beyond mauled his daughter body looks .
His poor , innocent daughter lays there , and her once olive tone complexion turned into a sick ghostly pale . His shaky hands reach out towards her, unsure - how shameful is it that this was the first time he's embraced her in ten years ? He embraces her like a lifeline - like a drowning man would to a drifting raft in a vast ocean.
His worn hands traced the black , jaggered blade lodged in her chest - his eyes then dart to the spiraling spider lilly that wraps around it - as if this was some gift . How could such brutality present itself to be beautiful? How can it try to mask to horror of her heart torn into half with faux beauty ? He feels so angry - angry with the world , angry with himself - angry at her because how could she leave him - how dare she leave him in this cruel world with nothing but her cold corpse?
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He tries to rattle his brain of any fond memories of you both to mourn over and nothing come up - his brain is blank and a delusional part of him wants to blame the fact he's in shock but the little rational part of him left picks at him for the lack of time and love he gave to you.
He wants to desperately go back in time - eight hours ago to stop you and Tim from a bitter argument , to go back and stop Damian from utter harsh words , to go back in time to simply love you like he should of , to go back in time to comfort himself when he got the call from Gordon telling him they found your dead body in an back ally thanks to the neighbors complaining about a disgusting smell.
He desperately wants to go back and fix everything but he knows he can't- what's done is done and now he has to live with the brutality of your death engraved in him forever , live with the reality he's failed you and you won't come back.
He looks down at the red spider lilies that sprout from around and from you - he feels them mocking him - laughing at him because they got to surround you , in your final moments , got to cherish you like a loving family, - got to be with you. Something he can only dream of.
He grips your dead corpse closer , practically encasing you with his entire being . Hot tears flow down his cheek, and he begins mumbling. Sorry, and I love you's, but what good is it talking and apologizing to a corpse when you had the real living thing all your life ? From that moment on - Bruce hates himself for what's happen , blames himself for your death- for your neglect and most of all he's grown to hate spider lilies because he blames them for taking you away from him and his family.
Bruce dislodges the blade from your chest , your inky , black blood coats it like a fountain pen . He grips onto the blade' handle , knuckles going white and strained the more he stares at it . He carefully places it in a plastic container and pockets it immediately - he doesn't trust the GGPD with finding out what happened with you , doesn't trust them handling your corpse with the utmost care and live that you deserved to have .
His face hovers over your open chest , he cringes at the scent of your corpse rottening, and the iron smell of your spilled blood . He rests his face on your wound carefully - scared he hurts you even more than he already did . His cheek collides with your cold flesh and dried blood, and it's there he mourns you over your broken heart - it is here he allows himself to be vulnerable with you - allows himself to shed hot tears . He pulls you in closer , hands embracing you for the first and last time .
He wants to say so many things, but nothing pours out of his mouth . How utterly pathetic , how cruel , how unfair - why , why must even in his last moment with you - he can not express himself , cannot express the fatherly love he feels for you . Angry hot tears cascade down his face - so angry , so blatantly disappointed in himself that he's failed you again and again .
He holds you like that the entire night into the early , wee hours of the mourning until a tired Alfred had to pry him off you.
" Master Bruce, please," Alfred pleads as he holds onto Bruce's crumbling figure . Alfred feels a wave of de ja vulnerable in case he looks at your corpse and back at Bruce - everything is the same way it was the night Martha and Thomas died - just this time Bruce is distraught beyond repair and instead of delicate pearls scattered about , it's your own flesh , blood and spider lillies .
He swallows back as he takes in your corpse - he feels so guilty - he knows he could of done more - knows that he could prevent you from feeling more alone and hurt than you already did but instead of prevention he was the enabler.
" She's gone Alfred - gone - she's not - she's never coming back home." Bruce cries out, pained and strained as he looks back at Alfred - pain clearly etched into his features .
Alfred is left speechless when he watches the police put away your corpse into a plastic baggy and transfers in the into the back of a van . He eyes Gordon, closing the door shut and entering the vehicle - barking orders to his officers .
" She - she deserves better," Alfred finally murmurs . Silence drafts between them as they watched the van and other police cars take off - their sirens echoing down the quiet mouring of Gotham .
Bruce's eyes follow them until they're out of his eyesight before looking Alfred in his eyes , " I am going to find whoever did this to her and break them," he says with finality. Alfred looks at him - realky looks at him and a part of him wants to agree with him - that you deserve justice- another part of him screams at him that they were the true cause of your despair - that it was hypocrite of Bruce and himself to feel this way when they caused this.
Alfred nods, and both men walk to the parked limo - determined to fix things - to bring you back home - to shower you with love and warmth - to hold you like the precious flower that you are .
Don't worry, beloved name , daddy would fix things - daddy will bring you back, sweet girl.
The dead haunts me
Pt.3 of Damien x Tokyo Ghoul sib. Reader
-> Read part 1 , part 2 here
──► after the death of his beloved sibling , Damien Wayne sets out hellbent on seeking his rightful justice even if it means betraying the world , betraying his family , and betraying them .
Tw : mentions of human abuse , mention of animal abuse , attempted self-harm , blood , gore , dark obsession
April 7th 2009 ,
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April 8th, 2009
Today, I was allowed to peak through the window again , I got to see a Robin !! I wish I had wings as beautiful as the Robin. It's such a pretty shade of brown like the hot coco mama used to make on Christmas. If I were a Robin, I would fly as high as the clouds, and I'd never fly back down ! I only got electrocuted five times today , maybe because of yesterday ..... but hey, at least I got to see a Robin today !
April 9th , 2009
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April 10th , 2009
I failed another test yesterday . I couldn't do it , the dog was innocent, and she had little heartbeats in her tummy . I didn't wanna kill her , she was someone's best friend , someone's mum, even if she was a stray dog. The dog looked so scared, so I hugged the dog ! But I don't think they liked that because they hit me a lot . But it was okay because I kept hugging her because I didn't want them to hit me . Then he shoved me off her - I promise I tried , I tried to get up, but he pushed me down with his foot . He then.... ate her .....he ate her, and her blood was all over me . It's my fault she's gone , it's my fault she's dead - I'm so sorry, mummy , daddy, I didn't wanna be a monster .
December 15th , 2016
I made a new friend named Damien ! He's really cool . He has two awesome katanas, and he let me touch one ! I accidentally cut my finger, but that's okay ! We've been good friends for a while , apparently, he's Mr. Wayne's birth son, which is really cool. Imagine having batman as a dad ! Anyway I have to go on patrol with my new friend now !
February 4th, 2017
I cried on my new friends shoulder today , was pretty embrassing, but he hugged me back, and he was super warm !! I accidentally stabbed a suspect - it wasn't supposed to happen, and it was reflexes I swear because he came out of nowhere . Tim called me a monster because of it as the suspect was gurgling and bleeding but honest it wasn't my fault, and plus, he had an assault rifle ! Thankfully, Damien was there to back me up, and he told Tim off but still I feel so bad I didn't want to be a monster but Damien hugged me and promised me that we aren't monsters , we just grew up differently than them .
These entries are the property of Y/N Wayne .
Damien couldn't tell you the last time he slept . Everytime he closed his eyes , the vivid memory of y/n's dead form laying there bleeding in that field replays before him liek a broken record - sometimes in the dead of the night he can hear them calling out to him for help only to but immediately cut off abruptly like that night.
Whenever he's not pouring through countless articles about Arima or what happened that night, he's pouring through Y/n's life entries to the point he's memorized every page since its the one thing that has him grounded to earth anymore.
It's been a year . A year . And nothing, he couldn't find anything about Arima , nothing about the organization he works with , nothing about what happened to you that night, and he's bloody gone mad . It's like whatever happened that night vanished .
He asked - no begged Bruce on his hands and knees , till they were bloodied and bruised to help him search for you and even he - even he couldn't find anything about you . He feels so incredibly useless , mad , angry, somber, and tired, but his mind won't rest until he knows - until he's has avenged you.
Damien finds himself in their room again - like clockwork , his body unconsciously takes him here everytime , he doesn't know why but his body always guide him back here , to a home that's no longer here . He crashes on your bed and sobs loudly.
He sobs and screams his heart out before his lungs burn, and he has no more tears . Bruce stands in the doorframe as he looks at his son's disheveled form . He steps in carefully and approaches his sullen form. He doesn't know if Damien wants his company to begin with, but he shows no signs of being disturbed .
" Damien, we will get to the bottom of this, and we will arrest the culprit. It's just gonna take time -" Bruce says as he rubs Damien's back in a soothing manner . " Arrest them ? I'm going to bloody murder whoever it is, " Damien seethes out as he clutches onto the bedsheets in anger.
Bruce scowls . " They wouldn't want that," he muttered out . Damien stills underneath him before kicking him square , sending Bruce flying into a wall . " YOU DON'T GET TO SAY WHAT THEY WANT," he screams back.
Hearing the commotion , Dick runs into the room and makes a beeline to his father . " Damien what the fuck -" he curses as he helps pick up his father . Damien seethes , red is practically all he sees at this point .
" Damien - we both know they don't like death - what makes you think they'd like it if you took another's life " Bruce says between coughs . Damien shoots him a glare. " DON'T PLAY SAINT WITH ME BRUCE , THEYRE DEAD , THEYRE GONE BECAUSE SOME SICK FUCK AND IF YOU HADN'T HELD ME BACK THAT NIGHT THEY'D BE HERE WITH ME " Damien shouts as he punches the wall next to him.
Dick sends him a glare . " You're absolutely gone mad." Damien gives him a sick smile , " I've gone mad long time. You're just now realizing it." Bruce's shakes his head as he leans against Dick for support . " Don't do this, Damien , don't go down this road," Bruce pleads with his son. Damien shakes his head. " Because of your - no our incompetence , following your pathetic morals , trying to be nice , trying to be diplomatic, they're dead so no father. I WILL BE JUSTICE , I WILL BRING IT , I WILL FORCE IT UPON GOTHAM AND YOU ALL SHALL BARE IT , Damien promises before vanishing off into the night.
Blood stains his shirt , his hands , his face as he moves through the night skillfully, leaving a bloodbath in his wake. The once quiet night of Gotham was now filled with pleads and screams of criminals. Damien decided that since he couldn't find out who did it , he might as well eliminate all possibilities...permenantly.
Bodies were left bleeding out , some were twisted and mauled beyond recognition as Damien carried out his reign of justice . Damien had just finished dismembering a child predator when he heard someone approaching from behind him .
Without any hesitation, he spun around and threw a knife at them. Silence filled th air before the figure emerged from the shadows , knife caught skillfully between their fingers with a stark face . Arima stood before Damien with a cold look.
" You're as messy as a ghoul , almost like them," he states coolly before throwing the knife back Damien's way . Damien dodges it and sends the man a glare . " You," He seethes as he unsheathes both katnas . " Me," Arima confirms as he pushes his hands into his coat. " Why?" Damien spits out . "Why them.." he pleads.
Arima stares at him blankly. " They're like any other ghoul in my world. They're monsters that deserve to die , a monster that had to be put down, " he finishes. A breeze blow between them, and Damien feels himself giving in to blood thirst.
" THEY WERE A GOOD PERSON," he said defensively as tears began slipping down his cheeks. Arima says nothing for a moment and just stares at him . " Damien , sooner or later, they'd become a danger to your universe when they eventually gave in to their urges " he says with a matter of fact tone.
Damien lunges at him , ready to dehead him, but Aima kicks him into a building with heavy force . Damien let's out a pained groaned as rubble crumble upon him like a tidal wave . " They would never eat humans," Damien says as he struggled onto his feet .
Arima simply adjusts his glasses . " They won't but that ghoul inside them would of." Damien lunges after him again, but Arima blocks him with his hand. " People like them are made into monsters." Arima starts as he blocks another one of Damien's jabs . " People like them would pray to God every night and cry their lungs out asking the world why they are the way they are," he continues as he continues dodging Damien's attempts to kill him.
Damien gets angrier the more he speaks and the more he dodges and attempts to pierce Arima in his eye like he did with them but arima simply holds his blade in a tight grip and kicks the other out of his hold sending it flying elsewhere. " There is no hope for people like them but death," Arima says as he stares into Damiens' eyes . Damien curses him out, but Arima ignores him.
" Tell me , you claim to love them so dearly, yet you hurt them more than I ever could that night." Arima finshes before he throws Damien against a wall . This time , Damien couldn't get up , he's too tired, too sore, too beaten - all he could do was cry pathetically.
" I didn't - I never hurt them i-" he stammered. Arima stares at him , " You did , you kill all of those people - curse them for cruelty they never deserved - tell me - you loved them so dearly - you know they hate seeing death so why taint their soul with the death of so many , " Arima finishes before he disappears into the abyss leaving Damiens broken body to weep alone .
" I didn't- I did it for them , I did it for them , all for them - I- love them - i still do - I- y/n my beloved you know I mean good - your big brother was just protecting you , I still am - my precious sibling I'll fix everything -" Damien says between broken sobs . In that very moment , his bruised hand picks up his discarded knife and pierces his own eye with it .
" Don't worry sibling - they don't understand my intentions - they don't get what I've done for you " He stammered as his blood bleeds down his figure . Damien lays there broken , swearing to avenge them over and over like a broken record .
At that moment, Batman landed on the nearby building before his gaze lands on Damien's broken father. Batman immediately grapples to his son - immediately phoning Alfred for an ambulance. " Damien, what have you done " Batman questions as he picks up his son's broken figure.
" Justice, father," Damien replies with a smile . Ambulance wails in the distance as they approach closer. " No , Damien, you became something they would never want , a monster," Batman says as he grapples them away .
Pt. 4 or do yall want more on their relationship???
"They hurt you because they like you." Needs to stop.
I come on here today to bring forward an issue that I have personally dealt with myself.
Most of us females, when we're young, are taught that a boy likes us if he is hurting us, by bullying us, throwing things at us, pulling our hair, pushing us around, you name it. Anything a boy at a young age could possibly think of doing, they did it. When I told my mother about a boy bullying me when I was still in elementary school, from 1st to 4 grade, and even when I see him now, in 11th grade, he treats me like shit. Any chance he got, he used it to hurt me, whether that was emotionally or physically. He'd get his little sidekick friend to chase me around the elementary playground and throw the rubber at my back, so much so that it could cause burns and bruises. I never told my mom that, because when I did, I was told "oh. that's because he likes you."
He abused me, and yet, I still liked him. I still had that stupid little crush on him, even if he hurt me. I was young and impressionable, and I didn't know any better. When I was told "it's because he likes you", that tells me, my little, underdeveloped brain, that it is OKAY for men to treat me like shit, because they love me, and THAT'S why I should stay. I should ALLOW men, with their big fat egos and fragile masculinity, to treat ME like shit because they 'LIKE' me.
In my first relationship, I was treated like shit by my girlfriend and some of her friends. People that I considered my friends. Yet I was gaslighted, I was manipulated and verbally abused by these people who I thought cared about me. People I thought LOVED me. I thought that love was enough, even if they treated me like shit, maybe, deep down, I even thought I deserved it. That I was the one in the wrong. I wasn't in the wrong. They didn't care, they didn't love me, platonically, or otherwise. They abused me, they neglected me. It's been years and still, their actions and words cover me in their shadows. I'm still healing.
Still, to this day, I let people walk all over me, because I push so many people away in fear of the manipulation and abuse that I may be put through, and I have no one else. I don't allow myself to go out and meet new people because I'm so afraid of losing them if I get attached. And I know this, but I also know where it comes from. I've let people walk over me all my life, just because I was taught that it was okay for people to do that because they love me. I was a kid, and I needed acceptance, so I let it happen, but I was never faced with acceptance.
For my whole life, I've been told "he hurts you because he likes you.", and only one time had I brought it up, recently this year, and my mom realized, "Wait... he did that to you? Why didn't you tell me?" My mom realized her error, and while I do forgive her, I cannot forgive those words that set up the first years of my life.
That is why we cannot tell children these things. If you teach your kids that it is okay for them to be abused out of 'love', then you're not only part of the problem, but you are setting them up for the life of a victim. A victim may never understand what love really is because when they think love, they think ABUSE, they think hitting, yelling, throwing things, and cursing. No one deserves to live life as a victim of anything, and it is our job to help future generations NOT grow up like we did. We're supposed to teach generations after us that abuse is never the way, that abuse is NOT love, and it never will be. Abuse. Is. Abuse. Let's start saying it like it is.
mom
sometimes i think
about what i could of been
if i had different parents
but then i realize
you were never really there to begin with.
Sometimes when u go away, you grow away!!
Help
I'm tired
Of fighting with you
Of you ignoring my problems
Of you not hearing my cries at night
You think I've changed
The fact is I haven't
I'm still a child asking for help
This time my method has changed
My problems have changed
I haven't
Please help me.
Help me before it's too late.
My home life has been really bad as of recent, and I'm trying to save up money to get the hell out after graduation + pay for food cause there isn't always stuff I can eat in the house so.. new commission sheets
POISON
content: Yandere Platonic Batfamily x Neglected Reader
sinopse — you were neglected from a young age, you could no longer take all this neglect and the looks they gave you, as if you were an insect next to them, your option was to run away, and so you did, but on the way, you meet a certain clown, one who charts your path, you might think that's how it ends, but you're very wrong, you can't defy your family, and look who came to haunt you, I mean, look who came to take you home.
Warning: mentions of violence, murder, mentions of torture, violence, mentions of drugs, Reader is a girl, manipulation, violence against minors, torture, Cigarette use, negligence, joker being the joker, Yandere behavior, defined gender, blood.
chapters: 02
A/N: Firstly, you can call me Shin or Lay, feel free, sorry for the defined gender, I feel more comfortable writing for the female gender, but don't worry, I will write for other genders too, I'm just trying to feel comfortable first, I ask you to be patient with me, I can't be very active, I have a life to prioritize, health first, English is not my first language, Portuguese is, I'm using the translator, so if there is an error you already know Who to blame, I'm writing because I like writing, so don't rush me, sorry if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes, drink water and take care of yourselves, Take care little lamb...
Enjoy it while you can...
You can't run away forever little bird...
eyes were glued to the tomb in front, the tombstone well cared for and clean, a sigh came out of the little girl's mouth, more tears filled her eyes, even though she had this stoic expression, it didn't stop her from crying, until the stronger ones cry...
A hand was placed on the little girl's shoulder and she looked at the person, the middle aged man looked at her with pity, she had lost her mother so early, poor girl, at such a young age, already lost someone, the man smiled softly and nodded towards the car
The girl always had the curiosity of meeting her father, of course, her mother always said that he was a rich playboy who wouldn't have time for her, but even so, as harsh as those words sounded, the little girl knew that this was a lesson, a fact, and it seems that her mother was right, as always...
Bruce considers himself to be at least a somewhat decent person
I mean, he may not be what people call perfect, but he tries to be decent, behind that expression, there is someone who was much happier before...
Well, when a little girl arrived at Wayne Manor, he tried to do what he could to calm down first, yes, it's not the first time he's had a child, but this time is different, this little girl, is his, she contains the same blood, she is not adopted, she is really his daughter
He tried at first, but then why didn't he try later?
Because he let her slip out of his hands
He should have been there for her
He wanted to have been there for her, but the city needed him
But she also needs it, you know?...
Once again being ignored in this mansion, the dark halls that haunt you, stopping when you saw your older brother, Dick, he looked at you and just walked past you as if you didn't exist, you felt another piece of your heart break, with a sigh you walked again
Once again heading to the dark halls of the mansion
You were playing with dolls in your room, and looked at the door when you heard footsteps, your brother, Jason, walked by irritably, once again, it was always like this
You just went back to playing alone, with yourself and your silence...
It's like they say, silence is a person's best friend...
Footsteps are heard as a little girl walks through the halls once again, heading to the kitchen while looking for Alfred, she clutched the Batman plush and stopped in a room, she was going to knock on the door, but someone had already opened the door.
The little girl looked at her brother, Tim, and tried to speak, but he simply closed the bedroom door, leaving her standing in front of the door while looking at the wooden door in front of her.
With a sigh she turned and went back to looking for Alfred.
The little girl was helping Alfred and lost the Batman plush, while looking, the girl saw two girls talking and laughing, they were her sisters, Barbara and Cassandra, she likes to call them Barb and Cass, but when she went to talk to them girls, they just walked past her, Cass was kind enough to pet her head, but still, they completely ignored her existence
Again...
You were next to Damien as you clung to his jacket in the morning, a boy decided that you were the best option to bully, but Damien didn't like it very much and now the boy was on the floor bleeding, his nose was definitely broken. , he was crying in pain while Damien was looking on with disgust and disdain
You..., well you were scared, you hate seeing people bleeding, it makes you sick, you just wanted your stuffed animal back...
Startled when Damien finally looked at you with that serious expression, you quickly released the sleeve of his jacket and looked into his eyes
_ "you are weak, you will never be a Wayne, that must be why your mother died, because you weren't strong enough to save her, you can't even protect yourself alone, who guarantees that you can protect someone, I'm the most new, and I still know more than you, for once, be useful and grow "
You froze, as if time was standing still, with your eyes wide in surprise, you looked at the ground and nodded slowly as you closed your eyes to keep the tears away, it hurt, it hurt a lot, it hurt more than the scars you have from that day, the day your mother died, the day you were sent to a dark place...
Damien just walked past you and stopped in the hallway, leaving you alone, with just your tears...
You were in your room crying, tears rolled down your cheeks, holding onto the only thing you had, your Batman plush, you wanted Batman to save you just like he saves Ghotam...
You were too distracted to notice that someone entered your room, footsteps came closer to you and you felt arms around you, with a start you looked at the person, only to see Alfred
Without saying anything you allowed yourself to cry more as you clung to him.
Alfred caressed your back gently as he sighed softly, he just wishes someone in this mansion could see how brilliant you are, how amazing you are, if only there was something he could do...
LOOKING at the Tombstone, everything was silent, the silence was deafening
Yes, you ran away, and I'm not saying it in a metaphor, I'm saying you actually ran away from the mansion, well, I wouldn't consider running away, because I'm pretty sure walking out the front door and no one stops you isn't considered running away, but which is a consideration for those who have never had one...
Now here you were, in front of your late mother's tombstone, the only one who taught you and gave you affection when you needed her most, no one can replace your mother, no one at all, you would get blood on your own hands if necessary, for She, you destroy the world...
Walking through the dark streets of Gotham was you, as you held your Batman plush close, you couldn't stop feeling that feeling of someone following you, well you were right but the worst part is being right about wrong feelings...
That's why you looked back, and didn't see anyone, but when you looked ahead, your heart felt like it was going to leave you, trying to calm your breathing you dared to look at his face, the smile that doesn't fool anyone, the clothes, the hair...
You weren't mistaken
You wish you were mistaken
But this was really him...
With an amused smile in front of him was none other than someone with his own macabre thoughts...
_ "Well, well, if we don't have a little clown, alone... I don't need to introduce myself, you must know me, but I have education and I'm going to introduce myself anyway, I'm the... Joker...
Batman will like the little gift, well, if he can have his little friends, I can also have a little clown with me, don't you agree?, of course you agree, come on, little clown, let's introduce you to Gotham City..."
You looked at the man in front of you with fear, your brain was screaming at you to run, but your legs seemed glued to the ground, frozen, paralyzed...
panic settled in your body when you felt arms lifting you, you tried to fight, you tried to make him let go of you, but you shivered when you felt something come into contact with your skin, of course you knew how to put one and one together, you grew with your Mom, so you obviously know that he injected something into you, injected something into your neck...
You felt tired and stopped fighting, your eyelids slowly closed as you tried to keep them open, but it wasn't enough and you fell into a deep sleep, a dreamless sleep...
A broken heart will never be broken again if the pieces are already too small, but who said you can't step on the pieces...
BRUCE felt something was wrong, a bad feeling, he double checked his kids and found every one of them, but the more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong, so he went to look at the cameras in the batcave, wrong move ...
Looking at the cameras, he finally figured out what was wrong, his daughter, his little daughter came out, she ran away, he felt panic rising inside him, and he heard a noise behind him, and when he looked he saw Jason looking at the recording of the video. security camera with a death glare, before Bruce nodded as Jason quickly turned and went to warn the others...
That's why now they were all in the Batcave, looking at the security cameras, Tim blamed himself for not being able to stop this, he made so many plans, because he can't make a plan in case this happened, now she was lost, in the darkness of Gotham City, a dark place...
But they will find you, no matter what it takes
They will burn down Gotham if necessary
It looks like it won't rain water from the sky, but rather blood...
A/N: hello little lamb, I hope you liked it, it wasn't my idea, I was inspired by an account that had this great idea, sorry for any grammar or spelling errors, and sorry again for the defined gender, remember to take care of yourself, little one little lamb, bye bye, take care...
Signed: 𝙇𝙖𝙮...
Autor : @trashpanda0000 @dhanyasri @marsmabe @caged-birdies-blog @vanessa-boo
The half human half god within Gotham
(Yandere batfam x neglected godliness reader)
Gotham…known for its crime,chaos, violence, and poverty within the entire city and where heroes are villains are everywhere and evil runs deep into the city like plant roots of a flower this city had never been a good place for anyone but it’s home to me and my mom as we lived in a run down apartment building near a not so good part of town but it’s was home for us
My mom was a kind and silly god who chose to live on earth with humans just to experience what it was like to be around mortals and she just had to live in the worst possible place in the world which was Gotham
(She was never that bright at chose making from what she told me when I was little)
You didn’t know your dad at all and you didn’t care because you had your mom and a Kinda decent life but it still confused you and wonder why the heck would a man just not be around for his kid even though he had so many others that were not his biological kids
But despite that she was kind and caring towards everyone she came across and was a kind person to you and never complained about anything even though we lived poorly because she didn’t want people to know that she and her little girl(me) had immense, godly and destructive powers so she told me to always keep my powers a secret and not to let anyone know about them
So you never did for a long time when you were with her and you fine with that you didn’t really care much about that you were too busy having fun with your mom and you couldn’t be happier with her
But of course good things don’t last in Gotham and tragedy comes sooner than later for some people in this cold city
Your mom want out to get food for you and was caught between a gang war and was shot and killed during the whole war and you were a mess of tears and desperation as you were taken from her body and was taken to the police station in full despair
After a couple of hours of waiting at the station the commissioner Gordon said that he found my so called dad known as Bruce Wayne so I was put into a police car and was taken to the mansion
(This is where my nightmare begins)

I will show the other outfits later on so be on the lookout for that
Hay guys I have not forgotten batfam x neglected omnipotent reader at all but please leave a comment if you want to see more of Ben 10 fanfic if you want
This will be neglected reader’s hero outfit since I guess it would make the most sense due to your comment and chose it the most
Hello there guys I have started the other story about Meta omnipotent alien reader and I gonna make the love interest various characters of Ben 10 alien force
And soon I’m gonna start showing different outfits from Pinterest(since I can’t drew outfits for characters) to see which one do you like the most for neglected reader and meta omnipotent reader
Hay guys I finally finished chapter 3 but man it did take a long time to create and come up with ideas for it
I hope you like it
(Dangerous monster!) Neglected Omnipotent fem reader x Yandere Batfam
Part 3
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The ride back to the manor was laced with tension and the sound of the car engine doing little to calm the situation as you sit in the back of the car with Damien who doesn’t look at you at all and who just stares at the window with a scowl on his face like your the most disgusting thing in the car and up front is Bruce who is driving the car his face was stoic and calm but there was another thing in his eyes that made me be one high alert and Tim sitting next to him but with your powers you could see the anger and disgusted look he has on.
The silence was starting to become unbearable and you were just wishing that you could’ve just teleported to the manor instead of being here with them and their immense glares on you and you hated it or maybe you should’ve just ask Ben to fly you back home by use jetray or big chills just so you didn’t have to be here with them right now
Just as you were thinking about it Bruce broke the silence looking at you through the cars mirror with the same stoic face as the car speeds down the crime ridden road of Gotham
“(Name) you didn’t tell us that you had a boyfriend and that you exceeded in your classes” Bruce said dismissively taking a glance at you for a second before looking back at the road not really interested in your answer but asked nonetheless
And you could see that he didn’t care about your response and that made you angry because even though the years of not talking the least he could do is be just a little bit more interesting in your life just this once
So you didn’t answer not trusting yourself to speak so you just ignore the question and look out the window
The long silence that followed was uncomfortable and you can feel the eyes on you and at the corner your eye Bruce’s gaze on you was intense and as you kept trying to ignore it Damien spoke up his voice sharp and venomous
“You should learn to answer somebody when they are talking to you. You parasite” he says turning to glaring at you his green sharp eyes piercing through you like a hot knife
You looked at him with an angry expression and had to restrain yourself from throwing at punch at him and just responded with an attitude laces your voice
“Don’t even talk to me Damien I’m not in the mood right now” you said tired and angry about the whole situation that happened at school when they showed up to ruined your whole school day and the fact that Bruce had asked about Ben and how disinterested he sounded at the mention of your life
All eyes turn to you just as the car comes closer to the manor Bruce’s stoic and mad glare, Tim’s scowling expression and Damien’s annoyed gaze all honed in on you once those words left your mouth making you almost regret those it
Almost
“Watch your damn mouth you brat” Tim growled at you through his teeth with a snarl on his face reminding you of the first time you two met when you first came to the manor
You ignored Tim and once the car came to a stop at the manor you jumped out the car and nearly super speeded your way inside and up to your room and locked the door and fall onto your bed with a heavy sigh
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Some time later I was still in my room sitting on my bed reading a book that I loved and was thinking about how today could’ve been better but at least I had Ben with me and that made me smile a little but the thought was interrupted by a knock on my bedroom door so with a tired groan I got up and answered the door and there was Alfred with a saddened expression that let me know that something was going on and that I was not going to like it
“Good evening master (name) dinner is ready for you” he spoke with his usual calm tone but behind it was something else that made me nervous and had my instincts on high alert
“Thanks Alfred but I think I would like to eat in my room for today please” I said with an exasperated and low voice from the events from today making it hard for me to think about anything positive at the moment
“I’m sorry master (name) usually that would be acceptable and I would more then happy to comply but your father requests that you make it to dinner this time”
“Wait what?” My eyes widened and narrowed at what Alfred had just told me as my hands started to glow pink but I quickly controlled the rising anger running through my vains
Alfred gave me a sad look and telling me to calm before walking off to the dining room where the other people of the manor were
At first I didn’t move but once realization hit me I knew it was a trap but I didn’t have a choice at the moment so with shaky hands I quickly got changed into something comfortable and put on my cloak and mom’s scarf
Slowly walking down the hallway to the dining room I can hear the voices of my despicable family talking and laughing together and that made me more annoyed then I already was
The laughter quickly died down fast once I turned the corner and entered the room all eyes were on me and I hated being there instantly their look of hate, annoyances, anger and finally the look of distances all gazed at you
“Why am I here? what do you need?” I asked already mad that I was here and was wondering why they wanted to even see me since they never cared about me for the past few years
“Watch your tone (name)” Bruce said his eyes looked at you with and dark glare on his face and a tight straight line on his lips
At this point I was getting mad so I decided to take it a little further and show that I was not in the mood to deal with them right now
“What do you want Bruce I said I wasn’t in the mood today” I looked at him with defiance in my tone because I had long since gave up on them loving me and getting their attention
At the coner of my eye I see the others looking at me with wide and angry expressions and Damien had his hand on his sword with a scowl
“Don’t talk to father like that you unworthy filthy creature” Damien spat at you with anger and hatred lacing his voice and I had gotten into a fighting stance ready to defend myself in case he try’s anything the scar on my cheek a cold reminded of his hatred for you
But before anything could happen Bruce’s puts an end to it quickly by growling at us to stop as he looks at me with cold eyes
“Enough, (name) we need to talk” Bruce’s eyes were as cold as the manor hallways and I give him a confused look trying to think of what would be so important that he would want to talk to me at all
“We would like to discuss the issue with you and your friend and the way you act at school” those words both confused and irritated me the way he said it almost causes something in me to snap and I gritted my teeth at the mention of Ben and the way I act in school? He didn’t even know me yet try’s to talk about how I act in school when he doesn’t even talk or know me at all
How stupid does he think I am?
But I kept my composure and asked in a shallow voice that was broken in every possible way
“What is wrong with what I am doing at school Bruce?” Even if it annoyed me I was still confused about what was going on until he said the words that shocked me to the core and made my patience faltered
“we were talking and we thinks it’s better if we make you homeschooled and for you to stop talking to that boy”
Silence took over the room as I stand there in pure shock as I try to process what the heck he just said to me
“Wait……”
“Did you not hear him he said that-“ before Jason could finish his sentence I suddenly took a step forward and shouted at the top of my lungs my patient and composure finally snapping into a million pieces
“SHUT UP!!!!” I roar out my hands clenched as I slammed my foot on the ground causing the floor to break and leave a small crack my eyes shining a bright crimson red as they glowed
The whole family looked at me in shock and was on alert Bruce hand his hand on his battering under the table as Dick, Jason,Tim, Cassandra, Stephanie were already reaching for their weapons and for Damien he had already pulled his sword out pointed it at me as the all looked at me like I was some creature,a dangerous criminal, and dangerous monster!
Alfred looked on in horror seeing my red eyes glow bright and the way my hands are shaking and pink and red light appear and yellow and pink sparks swirl around me he had never wished for this to happen but I guess it was only a matter of time before things hit the fan
Before they could take a step forward towards me I raised my hands up and blasted at them with a huge amount of kinetic energy of pink and red color blast that they nearly hit them as everyone scattered around trying to confuse me but I wasn’t fooled
I block a attack from Tim and gave him a hard slap across the face sending him flying to the other side of the room and slamming into the wall
“I HATE ALL OF YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!!!” I shouted the tears threatening to spill out as I run out the house before anyone could stop me and sped down the road at incredible speed that passer by were left confused but I didn’t care as I continued to super speed away from the cold manor
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After a couple of hours of running I found myself in an alleyway of Gotham city sitting on the ground as night began to fall onto the city my breathing was heavy and ragged, hands violently shaking, eyes burning crimson red as tears are pouring from them, and mind reeling with emotions as the thoughts of what happened kept playing in my head
But the one thing that had my body shaking even more was the idea that it was over for me the know about my powers now they are are going to capture me and probably put me in a cage now they hate me even more now
(I’m sorry mom I couldn’t keep my promise I failed you.)
(I’m sorry)
Just as the thoughts were about to take over me a thought came to my head and realized that the only thing I had left was Ben and his cousin and friend
So with shaky hands I summoned my phone and grabbed it and dial the number and let it ring a few times before I hear Ben’s voice over the phone his gentle tone a soothing touch to me wounded heart
“Hay sweetheart how are you,are you okay?” Ben asks over the phone already senescing that something was wrong
I try to regain my strength and stop the lump in my throat from stopping me from talking and try not to keep Ben waiting so I spoke with heaviness and sadness lacking my voice
“Hay…Ben can I come to your grandpa’s house please I need to talk to you”
“Of course (name) you can come over any time I’m always here for you” relief washes over me as I slowly got up with shaky and tired legs my hands and eyes were still glowing so I had to throw my cloak over my head to hide my eyes and quickly make a run to Ben’s grandfathers house not care that people were looking suspiciously at your inhuman speed
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Hours later of running I make it to Ben’s grandfathers house and I reach the door bell and ring it as tears still come from my eyes as they continued to burn bright with anger and frustration along with sadness
The door opens slowly and instead of Ben it’s his cousin Gwen to opened the door for me and I saw Ben behind her just a few steps away and next to him is is friend/former enemy named Kevin
They look at me with worried and confused expressions as I stand in the door way of their house with tears in my bright crimson red eyes and glowing hands along with yellow sparks form around me signaling that something had happened and I was upset about it
Ben after seeing me in this state immediately ran towards me and gave me a tight and warm huge and even a gentle kiss to my forehead
I practically melt into his hug and the generous, loving kiss as I buried my face into his shoulder softly sobbing as Gwen and Kevin looked on with saddened eyes at you
Ben gently pulls me into the house and shuts the door and leads me to the couch and we all sit down and he softly pulls my chin up to meet his worried green eyes 
“Hay (name) what happened are you ok?” Gwen asked as Ben try’s to calm me down by rubbing my back and holding me close as I dry my tears off me face
“No, I’m not I hate the manor so much” I said with tired and frustrated lacing my voice as I cleaned onto Ben’s jacket but had started to calm down a little
“What happened at the manor (name)” Gwen asked putting a comforting hand on my shoulder
“I can’t deal with them anymore first they come to school and bother me in the one place that I thought I could get away from them secondly they say that they will be homeschooling me and I’m not allowed to be with Ben anymore” I told them with anger in my eyes and my fists clenched tightly not caring that it was starting to hurt
The trio was shocked and outraged by what I had told them ( Ben was the most angry about it)
“Aw man that’s not cool” Kevin said feeling sorry for me
“Kevin is right how could they do that? It’s bad enough that they treat you terribly. But to do this is going way too far” Gwen says with a scowl on her face
“Yes, it is so that’s why I have made a decision” the others look at me curiously with raised eyebrows
“I’m going to become a vigilante with you guys and that I’m moving out of the manor too”
Ben and his team were happy that I made the decision to leave the cold and unwelcome environment of the manor and Ben was the most supportive of my choice and pulled me closer to him
“I’m glad you made the choice (name) it’s good that you are taking a stand for yourself” Gwen says happy for me
“Now come on, let’s go fix your spare room for tonight”



Hay you guys I’m still working on neglected omnipotent reader chapter 3 and it’s going to be a long chapter and it’s about the reader finally snapping at the family and let’s see how that would end
Hay guys I’m gonna make Ben a Yandere and not just protective one but an obsessed one too
Hay guys I saw the final results of the last post and here is what the age of Omnipotent reader and Ben Gwen and Kelvin
Omnipotent reader:15
Ben Tennyson:16
Gwen Tennyson:16
Kelvin: 16
Hay I made Ben and the gang with reader in Gacha club and I also change the age of them and just to make sure reader is 15 and shorter then Ben Gwen and Kalvin and they are 16 too
Hope you like it and chapter 3 I’m working on it