#tw: dead family mention

[whatamidoingwithmylifeman]

Hanzo anytime he meets someone: My family's dead!

The poor person meeting him: What the fuck?

[incorrectbatfam]

[starry-bi-sky]

my body's aching like a knock-down drag-out

and my poor heart is an open wound A Childhood Friends Au snippet that very briefly delves into Danny's life post-accident. CW: Mild Mentions of Blood, Violence, VERY mild gore ig. Danny briefly recalls getting impaled during a fight.

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What they don't tell you about being dead is that it hurts. That it can hurt. That it can hurt more than when you were alive. That when you die, the emotions you die with stick with you like a leech that just won't let go. That emotions are ugly little thorns that stick their barbs into you and grow beneath your skin; or, at least, whatever’s left of it. 

Danny is familiar with anger. It kept him warm in Gotham, when his parents weren't home from work and he and Jason were crowding Crime Alley with their presence. It kept him warm in Amity, when the fresh sting of moving was still needling into his heart and he wanted nothing more than to rip and tear into the closest person next to him.

He's familiar with violence. With fights. With death. He's seen people die in Crime Alley probably every day. From overdose, from gunshots, from stab wounds; anything that can kill, rest assured he's seen it. He's familiar with getting his own knuckles rough and bloody when other kids turn and bare their teeth at him and Jason; they're all just starving dogs stuck in a fighting pit, primed and ready to rip out each other's throats. 

Black eyes, stomped hands, bloody noses. You name it; he’s had it. Gotham is paved with the blood of her children, and Danny likes to imagine that when he was born, the doctors handed his mother a file and told her; “Take it. He’s going to need it for his teeth.” 

Danny’s mom (and dad, for that matter) was too busy trying to keep him and Jazz fed, so Danny stole the file from her drawer with Jazz’s help, and did it himself.  

He’s familiar with anger, he thought he was getting better at it these days. It doesn’t come to him as easily as it did before. Of course, that was before Jason died. 

Danny is less familiar with grief. Caring kills and Gotham kills the caring, so Danny cares very little about other people. Or he tries to. But grief hurts. His grief hurts. It hurts too much. It hurts like a bug trying to crawl out of his chest; like a rat chewing a hole through his heart. Some days he wants to dig his hands into his hair and split himself down the middle. Some days he just wants to scream. 

He’s dead. He’s dead. He’s dead. 

He wants the whole city to hear him wailing, some days. It sticks itself in the back of his throat like bile, and Danny is one wrong retch away from letting it loose. It sticks in his lungs like all the tar he’s smoked in since he was nine. It pushes and aches at his temples, in his head, like his brain is trying to swell out of his skull. His thoughts becoming so loud they threaten to commandeer his tongue.  

He has no mouth, but he must scream. 

Something they don’t tell you about being dead is that it hurts. That it hurts more than when you were alive. Something they don’t tell you about being dead is that it’s violent. That it’s bloody. Or as bloody as it can be when everyone has no blood. 

Another thing they don’t tell you about being dead, is that it’s a lot like Gotham that way.

With no threat of death, Danny’s enemies forget death itself. Blood comes easy, like water, and teeth are encouraged. Bring your own fangs to the fight. Dying is something you can just walk off. 

Danny’s been dead for three months. He can’t say he’s been walking it off easy. He’s perfected the art of turning his nails into claws since his heart was still beating, but he can’t say he’s perfected fighting other ghosts. 

Scrappy is just not enough. 

He feels like he’s back in Gotham again. Back in her death-shroud alleyways, fighting someone bigger than him. But there’s no Jason to watch his back, and Danny has to get himself out of there alone. Or he might just not get up at all. 

Black eyes, busted lips. It’s familiar to him like an old scent, Danny isn’t quite sure that he’s missed it. It’s more familiar than his fights with Dash. 

But there’s no one else who can do it but him. Not Sam, not Tucker. He can’t lose them too. He can’t. He can’t. He can’t. His heart can’t take another break, he already feels like he’s going insane. 

With no threat of death, Danny’s enemies fight like death themself. He learns why when Technus puts a street sign through his stomach one day. It pins him to the asphalt like a moth pinned by its wings. 

Danny claws at the metal like how an animal caught in a trap chews off its leg, and every move is blinding pain. He thinks he was howling, but it’s hard to tell. He couldn’t recognize the sound of his voice. 

He bleeds green. It mixes in black with the pitch blackhole in his heart, which throbs and twists and cries in time with his reckless panic. The finger-choking terror of dying again strangles out the air he doesn’t need. His blood evaporates, only to reabsorb into him. It just bleeds out again, cycling like a snake eating its own tail. 

Danny breaks his nails clawing at the metal, and eventually gets it in his mind to pull it out. So he does, and the end drips ectoplasm green as he gets to his feet. In red-vision, Danny sends the sign back with snarling, vicious fervor. The pain is irrelevant in his rage.

Only after the fight does the hole the pole left start to close. Danny doesn’t shift human until it’s gone. Unlike other injuries, a scar stays behind. Ugly; mottled, it aches for a week with every twist and stretch his body makes. He hates it. 

Being dead is agony. 

Every part of him is in pain. Every step, every word he speaks, everything he does, it is prerequisite with pain. The body is temporary, but the soul is forever, and death has carved into it with its freezing green hands and left him with never-ending heartache. It has torn from him and stolen what of him it could, and in return it’s left him with sorrow. 

His pain is his grief, and he’s sobbed in the safety of his room more times than he can count. It’s still as fresh as the day he heard the news of Jason’s death. He knows, instinctively, that it will stay fresh forever. 

In his room, Danny shoves his hands over his mouth and shrieks in whatever, muffled way he can into his pillow. It’s not enough. It’s never enough. He needs to be louder. He needs to be heard. He refuses to be. 

Being dead hurts. 

[jaxxsoxxn]

Do you think boomer would ever be comfortable talking about his son’s death? I mean losing the kid is way harder.

Or he hasn’t never told anyone he ever had a son and when he just mentioned it out of the blue everyone’s like surprise and I can just imagine Harley saying oh my God you have a kid can we see him and Boomer just said it’s so normally you can’t, he’s dead he got murdered anyway, I’m hungry 

I feel like Boomer doesn't deal well with death of people close to him. He probably just doesn't actually think of it as a thing that happened, but more like as a fact - my son was also ginger, he was young, he died.

He gets into his feelings only when he has to recall the way he died and it's like it happens all over again. I'd say it's something like shock for him, just staying way longer than for normal people.

Digger can be childish, but he's also kinda... Apathetic to most things that happen around him. Most people would probably tie the "he's dead" under it, but I feel like Harley, ex psychologist, would try to get some more information and with every push, it'd just make Boomer more jumpy, more scared.

If the kid would die in front of him, I imagine he'd remember every single detail. Especially since I hc it that the kid died at his 8th bday. (you know, just for fun)

So, for me, it would be way more like the second version.

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The squad was mostly tired right now. The after-mission high was slowly dying out, when they sat down in the random Gotham fast-food and Flag went to get their orders in. The subject was technically started by Harley, one of her painted nails pointed at a kids meal with a toy.

"Ya think we should get it for my gal and Toyboy?" she said, a genuinely happy smile on her face. "And the toys aren't bat-themed!"

Shark grabber the menu and pulled it almost comically close to his face, while Floyd rolled his eyes.

"Zoey has been into green lantern theme lately, though she says Wonder Woman is still her favourite..." he mumbled, trying to keep his typical for Gotham look.

"My kid loved the toys back in Australia, doubt he'd like them here though."

Boomer said, shocking most of them. Deadshot looks at him with worry mixed with anger, while Shark tries to decide if it's another weird joke. Only Harley smiles wider, though there's slight surprise in her eyes, too.

"Ya have a kid? Oh me, are they ginger like ya? How old are they? Why haven't we met em?! Do ya have pictures?" her voice is delighted at the idea, even though a smaller Digger doesn't sound so great.

"Uh, ye, a son, yeah, eight and he's dead, been dead for a while, so I don't have pictures." he counts the answers out on his fingers, missing how everyone freezes. Before anyone tries to say more, he softly whispers under his breath, like it's a memory hitting him suddenly: "I didn't have money for his burial..."

And Harley catches the shake of his hand, the tremble of his voice and the way his eyes look down in shame and something so close to self-hatered that it makes her stomach flip.

By the time food comes, Boomer's acting like he never said anything, eating with vigor of someone who didn't have a meal for weeks. The rest of them just send each other worried stares in silence, poking at the food and trying to regain their appetite.

[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.

[clawfootcoffin]

a doodle of my favorite disheveled man struggling to keep my other favorite disheveled man from throwing himself into the void

[diakaoniii]

ℑ𝔣 𝔶���𝔲 𝔪𝔬𝔞𝔫 𝔞 𝔡𝔦𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔫'𝔰 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔡𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔢𝔵

𝕶𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖔 𝕾𝖆𝖐𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖎

TW: Amputation, S/o death, Necrophilia, Mention of Lost Limbs, Sadist

It would be a miracle if he didn't kill you.

His eyes will fill with anger the moment he hears another man from your mouth instead of him.

He'll yell at you angrily as he wraps his hands around your throat and squeezes them.

He will scream how you dare cheat him.

At that moment, sex full of pleasure turns into burning pain.

His hands are still on your delicate throat, getting tighter and tighter.

He continues to squeeze until your life fades from your eyes.

If he doesn't kill you, he'll cut off your arms and legs in the torture room.

Even when you have no arms and legs, he will care for you and embellish you. He will treat you like a doll.

Unless you die of pain when he cuts off your arms and legs with no anaesthetic.

İf he doesn't cut your limbs, he just tears your mouth and cuts out your tongue.

Because you said another man's name, not his.

If he doesn't do any of these things, he'll suffocate you to death.

You deserved it for cheating on him.

Even if there is no such thing as cheating, he will not listen to you, he will just end your life during a tantrum.

Kanato already gets angry and misunderstands even the smallest things, he can't listen to you if you make such a mistake.

He'll giggle devilishly when he finally sees your limbs limp, your eyes empty and soulless.

He will continue to use your dead body even after you die for his pleasure.

When he's done with you, he'll put on his clothes and stare at you with watery eyes.

''Ah, it's a pity. We loved her very much, didn't we, Teddy? But she betrayed us, it's unforgivable.''

In a short time, you will join his collection as the most beautiful doll.

''Fufufu~ You look so pretty when you're pale and dead, Y/N-San~''

This sick vampire will use your dead body whenever he wants.

He will talk to your corpse every day as if you were still alive.

He will chat with you every day, try to make you drink tea, and every time you don't answer he will get angry and hit you and start shouting.

Even when you're dead, Kanato won't give you peace.

[bonebabbles]

with the disclaimer that I don't know all the context since I haven't read it, how WAS he supposed to handle a contagious illness in a society that doesn't have any form of masks or sanitation? Temporarily quarantining contagiously sick cats away from healthy ones just seems like a completely different and much more reasonable thing than kicking out cats permanently for a disability because they would be a "burden".

@halogenwarrior

Ok, going with you having no context for this, he wasn't suggesting a 'temporary quarantine' for sick cats. There is already a quarantine, with only the medics approaching the sick. Following everyone having a Hearty Chuckle that Clear Sky 'cares about other people' now by saying we're "all in it together," Clear Sky shares his full plan;

He nonsensically believes that no sick prey is living in the burnt part of his woods and the fire "cleansed it", so all of the healthy cats will abandon the sick to die in their camps and come live on his territory and 'wait it out.'

His plan is that all the cats who become sick will die. It's not quarantine in the sense that they will 'help the sick but keep a distance', he is essentially suggesting a reverse leper colony where everyone who displays symptoms gets kicked out to fend for themselves.

And, in the past, illness was always part of his talking points for throwing cats out of his clan. It was why he tried to throw Frost out, where he would die alone. I went back to Thunder Rising to grab the passage,

This is after he shoves Thunder's face into it and tells him to lick it.

So, it's wholly inappropriate, imo, that Thunder essentially does a little eye roll and a cutesy sigh at this suggestion. "Ohh that's my dad and his ruthless streak." His dad has historically been a monster towards the sick and infirm when they "stop being useful" with this rhetoric. Burdens, disease, weakness. In this moment, he is proposing that they do to an unknown number of cats exactly what he commanded Thunder do to Frost.

Additionally, at this point in time, they don't know how the illness spreads. They're guessing that it's via contact with sick prey, and using leaves as rudimentary tissues/gloves. Clear Sky DOES know, though, these two things;

One Eye knows how it spreads and is not telling.

Many of his cats have been exposed.

He has no idea which cats have been exposed, or how many, or even how long it takes between infection and first symptoms. All they DO know is that symptoms are rapid onset and debilitating. By the time you know a cat is sick, they're covered in sores, have a bloated stomach, and are unable to hunt for themselves. The only thing that is for sure is that turning them out is a death sentence.

And yet he is confused at the idea that Thunder has an objection about leaving Morning Whisker, Wind Runner's kitten who isn't older than a month or two, alone to die.

The solution that the groups eventually come up with is that the clans will remain isolated from each other as to not spread illness, though it doesn't seem to work because infected prey still moves around freely.

Also note that the first time Clear Sky actually gives a damn about an infected person is when Jagged Peak's pregnant wife catches it (After Jagged Peak 'proves' he's useful now by leading a medicine-seeking patrol thanks to Gray Wing). Wind Runner's an "ex-rogue," a group Clear Sky has disdain for, and he doesn't think to have compassion about her baby.

So to answer your question directly, he was 'supposed' to handle it the way the Moor cats did and were, with some basic safety precautions. Not regress to trying to use the illness to get all the cats into a single Clan in his own territory where he could continue to throw "useless/dangerously ill/disabled" out into the wilderness "where the maggots will find them".

[there-will-be-a-way]

My current therapist is literally the most helpful one I've ever had. Like so competent and empathetic.

The plan was to not touch any trauma stuff until after the rehab but last session he offered me to come twice a week so that I can talk about it after all because appareantly I carry around too many secrets 🙃 It's something I've been hearing a lot. That I keep too much to myself. He asked me if there was anyone I feel truly seen by and I said that I gave up on that. I don't want to be seen, and I said that even if I had the chance to talk about trauma stuff, I just wouldn't do it anymore. But maybe I will after all. Idk. He told me that if I talked about it, I wouldn't have to flee to emotionless rooms anymore. (I've been like so dead inside, I don't even have words to describe it. I don't mean to be dramatic but I genuinely feel like I died 2 years ago. I just don't exist anymore.)

And he told me about funds for survivors of csa. That we could fill out some forms so that I could get money to take my horse to the town I live in and to pay for the vet, her food and all that. Because she keeps me in the present and appareantly it's obvious that I'm not present a lot. I said that I can't believe this would work because it'd be too good to be true. I feel the same about getting top surgery. Too good to be true. Good things don't happen to me.

Reminds me of when I was like six and my mother took my sister and me to the public swimming pool. I also couldn't believe this was real because it was too good to be true. Good things don't happen to me. My brain literally can't comprehend it when something good happens. That's kinda sad. Life really fucked me in the head

[ladyseidr]

Headcanon dump time because I have Mrs. Em.ily brainrot!!!

born in fredonia, arizona, which is not only extremely close to the utah-arizona border, but also right near the grand canyon and many other parks and such

her parents spent a lot of time traveling after moving to america and settled on this town because they are very outdoorsy people and the area charmed them

yes, as a consequence, julianna and her sisters are very outdoorsy too. anna in particular loves to go camping and enjoys visiting natural monuments and national / state parks. she absolutely will insist on taking henry and charlie ( and the af.tons too! ) to see the sights near her hometown

while anna's parents did give their kids anglicized names ( her sister's names are kathleen and marilyn ), they all have chinese middle names and anna is quiet fond of hers ( chán juān ( 婵娟 ) )

yes, i heavily headcanon that henry calls her by her middle name often once she tells him this <3

julianna is pronounced joo-lee-ahn-a. anna is pronounced ah-na. yes, she will correct someone if they say either the other way lmao

she stays in contact with her extended family in china, although she doesn't get to visit until she's in her 30s

she is the middle sister, with kat being older and lyn being younger. they are each two years apart. she is super close to her sisters

honestly very close to her whole family. i have to let at least one fn.af muse have a happy childhood alright.

works as a manager in a bookstore and is a very, very avid reader. definitely meets henry there as a default ( but obviously i'm open to alternatives! )

loves hot drinks!! big tea and coffee drinker, but also always down for hot chocolate in the colder months

( going to use elise by default when talking abt mrs. af.ton so i don't have to censor it 30000 times but understand that this is all open to any mrs. af.ton lmao )

meets elise after elise in particular insists on a double date when she hears henry is dating someone. yes i think a double date with these four ppl is SO funny. it's incredibly awkward but elise and anna hit it off.

lbr she's so head-over-heels for henry and she's very much like. a believer in soulmates and similar. so, when she falls, she falls hard

honestly: her and henry as a perfect example of two people who are incredibly in love but just, like. . . not meant to be together long-term. i mean obv i'm open to there being Problems beyond that ( up to and including either charlie's death ending the marriage or just william's dumb ass ), but i do lean toward "they were never going to be satisfied long term"

literally charlie is the light of her life. yes, her death does absolutely destroy anna.

charlie was very much planned. anna initially had a little difficulty getting pregnant, but it worked out. she'd always wanted 1-2 kids, though they either never get around to trying again or she simply doesn't get pregnant again prior to the divorce

post-divorce, anna and henry honestly have like. a healthy relationship. the love never goes away, but they do a good job sharing custody and she'd genuinely still consider him a friend

would she ever be willing to give their relationship a try again? after charlie, it's possible. . . but unlikely to work out

definitely an introvert but you can't tell. she's not shy or socially anxious at all, just enjoys her alone time

can and would kill william with her bare hands if she knew what he had done. like yeah okay henry's grieving, but so is anna and she'd kill the motherfucker

( would she join henry in his Crusade that leads to fn.af6 if he actually told her abt it? . . . debatable. possibly, but she's also very, very, very tired by that point. if she knew about charlie / the puppet however? absolutely )

she is fluent in mandarin chinese

loves to bake and is very good at it!

dreams of both opening her own business and writing novels

i just love her sm you guys—

[incorrectbatfam]

Jason: When I die again my friends are allowed to take a bone or two from my corpse.

[bookwyrminspiration]

I'm combing back through my years-old screenshot folders, and I stumbled on this (a response to a Google Form I once did)

huh. I wonder who wrote that

!!!! I've actually drawn the emmett egg outfit Keefe since then!! Woah!! Can't believe I actually followed through! It's here, if anyone wants to see it.

anyway I'm !!! whatever emotion a giggle is that you found my twilight rambles entertaining/endearing <33. to this day I still think about that ugly sweater and the black licorice--never once do we see her think about or mention black licorice in the rest of the series! it's literally a just that moment thing.

and I will always find it amusing that the reason bella agreed to marry edward finally was because they had a deal that if she married him then they could fuck. and she desperately wanted to fuck him. but edward wouldn't fuck her until they were married. kudos to everyone irl who wants to wait, I support you and your decision I just find everything edward and bella do to be the most hilarious thing ever and this is no exception. marriage fueled by teenage lust. did you know?? did you know that part of that agreement was that on top of fucking, edward would also turn her into a vampire? (as opposed to it being one of his family members, it had already been decided she would become a vampire. they had a vote at the dinner table. edward was not happy.) BUT! once they got married and fucked she was like...actually...what if we wait a few years. so we can have more sex? i can't be a vampire yet I need to keep fucking you. edward of course was ecstatic, because he didn't want to turn bella into a vampire (he's got this whole thing going on about damning her soul), except then bella got knocked up and needed to be vampirized so she wouldn't die. but like. if that hadn't happened. anti-vampirism sex.

I got off track, point is hehe that was me, I wrote the twilight ramble and I can't believe you've still got the screenshot <33

[fellowfights]

Being raised religious but with parents who are both environmental science majors, I have found, has greatly impacted my relationship with death and the acceptance of my body rotting. Yes, my parents told me heaven exists, but they weren't afraid to talk to me about the beauty of decaying and being reclaimed to nature.

They would go on lectures of the spiritual meaning and significance of your body being accepted back into the earth. The fact your soul leaves it's shell behind but that shell, your body, is embraced by the world. But they also approached death scientifically with factoids about how long it takes for our bodies to begin decaying, what bugs will eat at our flesh and when our bones will turn to dust.

I've had conversations about it with other people, and often, their knee-jerk reaction to hearing that I was told the reality of my body rotting very going is saying the equivalent of "No child should know about that. Wait until they're older" But idk. I think my parents did a great job about getting me to see the beauty in dying throughout my adolescence.

I'm at the point now where I no longer fear that chance that there's no heaven or God- in fact, I'm okay with that possibility. Because of my teachings, I know my body will be reclaimed by the earth that birthed, nurtured and killed me, and that in itself, is an end to my existence worth celebrating, maggots and all.

[fideidefenswhore]

there were cases of suicide/s/attempts in tudor times, but it is a little...off that the only people hirst wrote them for were one where it was only rumored by one source (and with quite the different method...wolsey was rumored by one source to have killed himself, but by poison) and another where the historical counterpart (elizabeth darrell) lived for another twenty years (hirst, when i get you--)

[treesusedtotalktome]

i can’t believe i called you grandmother for so many years

[an-undercover-bi]

I am forever in awe of people who didn’t see a human dead body until their teens or even adulthood.

It’s just wild to me. Like. I think my first dead body was at age 1 in 2002. And then every year since then up until 2019, I saw at least one dead body a year. Like ??? Is this abnormal???

When did you all see your first dead person?