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[k0nanharv3y]

Alfred who came down after hearing so much noise: What's going on here, Mr. Bruce, Mr. Tim?

And Tim's face turned to Alfred like a rubber band. Bruce's face took a little longer, but he also looked at the old man in pain, seeking comfort or advice from his father

Alfred looked between Tim's heartbroken face and Bruce's wounded face: I don't know what's going on here, but I would advise you both to change and take your conversation upstairs

And Tim only saw red

Tim: This is- I'm so done!, I'm so fucking done, with you!

He pointed aggressively at Bruce

Tim: You!

Damian, who had stood on the sidelines and now seemed personally offended

Tim: And you! And everyone else in this fucking family!

Finally he pointed at Alfred even more aggressively

Alfred, shocked by the open display of hatred towards him, he felt his heart heavy: Mr. Tim- I-

For the first time in perhaps ever, Alfred hesitated

Damian: Hey! You have nothing to yell at Pennyworth for!

He defended

Tim: Shut up Damian, this isn't about you!

He silenced him and turned to both adults now

Tim: It's about you, and what you did to me

Both adults looked at each other and remained silent

Tim: You, you were an abuser and I didn't deserve that, any of this, I've always tried to please you, to live up to what you wanted! And you?! You left him, Alfred, and I wish I didn't hate you like Dick and Jason do, but all I see when I come into this house is an abuser and the person who let him! Don't play dumb, Alfred, you- You're just as bad as Bruce! And even if Bruce was the problem, you never made me feel welcome! Never-! I had to walk home a hundred times with bruised ribs, ribs that you bandaged up and then pretended didn't exist!

His throat was now raw and his voice had become cracked and squeaky. And both adults, when they saw Tim, didn't see the 17-year-old running a multi-million dollar company, they just saw the 12-year-old excited to be Robin and looking for any kind of validation they could give him

And this was what they gave him, a house where he didn't feel safe or welcome, a family he avoided like fire avoids water, thousands of reasons not to return and they robbed him of any kind of childhood he could've had

And the two adults remained silent, unable to deny or say anything, because they had nothing to say. Tim had said enough for them

Tim: You say you loved all the children in this mansion, but guess what, Alfred, I was once a child myself, and the only thing I ever got from here, never came from you. When I came here to become Robin, I thought... I thought I might get something like Jason and Dick got, too, but it seems the only thing I'll get from you is an inscription on my grave. What will you put this time, Alfred? "A good soldier," "A good son"?

Silence was his response

Tim: Fuck you all

He pulled off his cape and threw it on the ground

Tim: Fuck you all. I'm tired of this, tired of-! Of everyone wanting something from me! I quit

He ripped off his tool belt and threw it at Bruce

Tim: I quit your stupid last name, I quit your stupid company, I quit being Red Robin, I quit everything

When he had nothing left to tear off, he kicked things off the floor

Tim: I'm done! And if you ever- And if you ever care even a little, don't look for me! I don't want anything to do with this family, all of you-!

He looked at the people in the cave and seemed about to cry

Tim: I hope you-! Fuck you all, I never deserved this! Fuck you, I hope you all fuck off and-!

His voice broke and his crying intensified

Tim: I hope you die

His voice trailed off as he tried to wipe away the tears that kept running down his cheeks

Tim: I hope you suffer at least a fraction of what you did to me and...! And... And why can't I hate you...? Why can't I hate you...?

His voice sounded so tired

Tim: All I ever wanted was to be... to be enough, for you to love me... and I want to hate you but- but you're my father, and they're my brothers and... and I'm so tired, I want to go home, I want to feel safe and I want to hate you! Why can't hate you?!

He collapsed on the ground, like all his other things, like a pathetic spectacle of a pathetic child. He felt miserable in the eyes of the people who hurt him, he felt vulnerable and naked and... and he didn't care anymore, the weight he had been carrying for so long finally lifted from his shoulders and he felt satisfaction at the heartbroken look on Bruce's face and the pain on Alfred's face, and Tim simply didn't care about being on the ground anymore

He didn't care about anything anymore, just like he didn't matter

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Part 1 Jumpscare!!!

That awkward conversation I had!!

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And no one gets any comfort because god knows I don't know how to write about comfort, Tim deserved that breakdown and Bruce and Alfred deserved to have someone point out to their faces that they were, in fact, abusive and ruined a child's life

I would do this with Dick, Jason, Damian and Barb too, but I haven't read many comics about them, fanfics? sure, but I don't know how much of it is canon and what their real personalities are

Bruce ruined his children's futures, but canonically he also saved them. Dick was saved from becoming GraySon, Jason was rescued from the streets, Damian was saved from the League of Assassins, and Barb... Barb made choices

But Dick was also condemned to the superhero life and all the harm that entails, Jason was condemned to die, Damian went from an abusive mother to a neglectful father, and Barb... well, she's now permanently in a wheelchair

There's just too much to unpack there!!!! And my psychology books are begging to be opened again, but Tim is my favorite and that means everything I think of will be about or referring to him

[fishyupmywishy]

Not seeing comments on your fic when you want them might be the most heartbreaking feeling in the world

[wlwinry]

mads updates hunger games au after eight months of thinking she hit the pt 6 series curse. anyways enjoy some gukgak reunion

Riz Gukgak, the Victor of the Seventy-Third Hunger Games, is pretty sure that he died after breaking the barrier during the Quarter Quell. He's not sure anyone could survive that, really. Not with how seriously the Capitol takes treason, and conspiring to ruin the Games by surviving certainly counts. Riz Gukgak, sixteen years old, just wants to see his dad again. ... Riz wakes up on the hovercraft after the Quell, and things are okay for a little while. Only for a little while, though.

please comment i'm truly not above begging. this goes for every fic ive posted recently actually. thanks for reading yall i hope you like it

[queer-alienbean]

Yall help

how do I add a pfp on ao3???

[system-of-a-feather]

I honestly feel a lot of the time that it isn't "safe" or welcome to talk about how crippling my maladaptive hyper-working hyper-functioning "can't stop working" issues are in a lot of trauma / psychological disabled spaces because - either passively or directly in past experiences - people tend to really romanticize, "wish they had that issue" or told me "that sounds nice" and to some level, I have internalized that if I complain or express stress / distress around it, that I'm whining and having "first world disabled peoples issues" (which I know is not true, but it does keep me from talking about it as honestly and truthfully as I'd like to)

But honestly, today is one of those days that I really really can clearly see that even with that mentality around my struggles with this all, it really really is a disordered and pathological thing.

Like I spent an hour compulsively job searched despite knowing that I really didn't need to and probably shouldn't; then managed to - with all my effort - redirect to something more functional ie an hour and half of job searching for my fiance instead. I then spent an hour dissociating in a poor attempt to change activities and do something that isn't working; half an hour doing work videos; ate dinner, then another half hour of dissociating in a poor attempt to do something other than working; gave up on that and finally had enough brain power to go to my fiance and ask for help / supervision relaxing to keep me from Not Working and not just sitting there dissociating

And then spent three and a half hours drawing chibi versions of my characters in prep for Art Fight (which is honestly soothing even if it sounds like work) and passively watching TV.

And only THEN did I have the energy and ability to actually write a like 50 word post to the story that is a >special interest< of mine.

I essentially failed at functioning for at least four hours when I was actively trying to get myself to self care, gave up because I acknowledged my mental illness limits, and had to have four hours of supervised care to make sure I actually could take care of myself.

I only NOW felt regulated enough to go to be by myself and NOT supervised and that was a whole like 7 hour mess.

[delirisse-au]

eradication

[stars-are-just-ghosts]

Here is a new Destiel story I'm working on. I hope you like it and I would love to hear what you think! Updates once a week, or more if the muse and work let me. Enjoy! - QD * * * All We Are by QuietDarkness on Ao3 * * *

They call them Shadows.

Everyone has one. An androgynous, incorporeal counterpart that roams aimlessly. They are as normal to everyday life as the trees or the sky or the weather man’s inability to accurately predict the weather. No one ever sees their own Shadow until the moment before they die. But they can see everyone else’s, wandering without interacting with the world around them. Each one carries the scars of the life lived by its person. Some Shadows are far more damaged than others. None last forever.

There are different names for people like Dean Winchester.

Carved, Broken, Freak, more. His Shadow, wherever it may be, doesn’t carry his scars. Because he carries them himself. Small, large, it doesn’t matter. His life has left his wounds on display. The world has come far in its acceptance of him and the others like him, what few there are. People know that he’s not contagious or any less human. But there are still those who look at him with disgust and fear. In a world where difference is embraced, no one seems to be able to open their arms to the Carved.

Disowned by his father long ago, and outrunning a tragic and terrible accident, he takes over the mechanic shop of a hole-in-the-wall town in the middle of nowhere Alaska called Bettles, thinking he’ll be safe there, and no one will bother him. But the town has its secrets, and its oddities. More than he could have bargained on.

The people there all have their reasons for living off the grid. Some of those reasons are a little crazier than others. And they’re all accepting and relentlessly kind to him, despite his scars. Which is only the beginning of the strangeness. Because… the Shadows in Bettles are pristine. None of them have any scars. And those aren’t even the strangest things.

Not long after settling in, Dean begins to see a Shadow unlike any he’s seen before. It’s covered in scars, but they don’t look like they should. They’re layered, of different shapes, sizes and stages of healing. Hundreds of scars, piled on top of each other. And they’re everywhere on the Shadow’s form. Dean has seen Shadows of burn victims. He’s seen a Shadow whose person had their legs and arms amputated. But this was something altogether new and intriguing.

The residents in Bettles call it ‘the Angel.’ But none of them will tell him why.

Then one night, during a particularly bad storm, Dean’s jeep goes off the road. He wakes to find himself in the cabin of the town doctor. He’d seen him around Bettles before, getting supplies in town with the one eared German Shephard that followed him everywhere. The lodge owner, Donna, had said the man didn’t talk much, and no one knew anything personal about him except his name was Castiel Novak. Dean remembered because he felt like he’d heard that name before.

Novak had fixed up his injuries and sent Dean on his way without saying much at all. But it wasn’t long after he got home that Dean realized there was far more to Castiel than he could have predicted.

Because one of the oldest, most traumatic, and largest scars that Dean had was suddenly gone. And the Shadow in town, the Angel, was carrying it instead… (First two chapters are up on Ao3. Please click the link provided.)

(gif credit goes to its creator)

[bubybubsters]

It’s Eris x reader btw

if you haven’t read it here ya go Share

also I’m on Vacation august 1-8 so won’t be updating then.

[asitrita]

Okay, I had never truly watched One Piece. After wathing around 7/8 episodes with my little sister (she has watched till episode 400 and something) I found the animation ugly, the characters annoying, and the plot dull. However, I absolutely LOVED the Live Action adaptation. Now I do want to watch the anime, or even yet, read the manga. It will be my next summer's homework. Thing is, I have really enjoyed the series, I like all the characters, even the annoying main character, and I am hopelessly head over heels with Buggy. Love that litle grumpy clown. But because now I'm in such a pirate mood, it seems my brain has decided to go back to Hetalia and the old EngSpa historical! and pirate!au, adn it seems I'm obsessed now, and I shouldn't be, because there's so many things I have to do, so little free time, to be obsessing about these two and piraty things right now T_T Plus, there's not much new pirate content involving these two, which is actually good news, because otherwise I would be consumed by it and not doing what I actually should be doing. And this is my rant today. Bye u.u

[jjxkiaraxpopexcleoxjohnbxsarah]

OBX: Paradise on Earth Pt 1

This has been created by myself so please do not use without asking or posting it as ur own work although i doubt anyone will notice my stuff

Hope someone out there liked this

[allylikethecat]

ally! both of those christmas fics were wonderful!! i am especially happy to have an infection fic update (even if fictional!matty as always has to suffer for it). this christmas update to the verse is something special and i am terribly invested & now very much looking forward to the end of january and a part two.

i hope you’ve had a wonderful christmas!

yours,

— 💌

Hello Dearest 💌 Anon!

I hope you had a wonderful Christmas as well if you celebrate! I'm so happy to hear that you're enjoying / enjoyed the Christmas fics! I was worried that the Nightmare Before Christmas (Eve) was a little rushed, but I'm glad that you enjoyed it! I'm also so very sorry for not being able to finish the Infection Verse Christmas fic in time for the actual holidays, and hope that you'll still enjoy Part 2 after Christmas! Also calling it special? Omg it's like you want to make me cry thank you so much 🥺 Despite being disappointed I didn't finish it on time and putting way too much pressure on myself to do so, I've been having so much fun working on it and day dreaming about this little universe! The little infection fic world universe is my absolute favorite thing I've written at the moment and I'm just so thankful that people are reading and enjoying it as well! Fictional!Matty is having a rough time at the moment... and it will be getting worse before it gets better BUT it will have a happy ending don't worry!!

Thank you so much for reading and for sending this ask and for your continued support and general wonderfulness! I hope you have a great rest of your week and a very happy New Year!

❤️Ally

[adulthumanproblem]

I love you, people who give kudos on smut

I love you, people who comment on smut

I love you, people who publicly bookmark smut

Braver than the troops

Smut fic on AO3 always seems to have a way lower kudos to hits ratio than non-smut fic; because a larger percentage of people reading feel ashamed to attach their screen name to a kudos on an adult fic.

Which is a shame, really.

If you're posting smut, never let yourself be disappointed in the number of kudos.

[victusinveritas]

[jandjsalmon]

Fun Story to Share.

I got my (now 18-year-old) daughter into Ao3 back in 2021. I taught her she should always comment - even if the fic looks old or abandoned or whatever. She did.

Well - she got this email this morning:

The fic was written in 2014 and essentially abandoned.

Bethy read and reviewed in 2021 (and was actually the only person who had commented at all).

Today in 2025 - the final chapter was posted by the author and this was her reply to Bethy’s comment.

———

Never question whether a fic is too old to comment on.

[voxofthevoid]

Wow, now there's a bot going around on Ao3 telling people that the "moderators" will delete works from "deprecated" fandoms and impose bans.

Fearmongering bullshit, but it's fearmongering bullshit that seems to be taking advantage of the recent spotlight series in order to trick authors into deleting their fics.

Just. Why.

What the hell does anyone get out of making these bots.