Screaming in the Void

Ayven screams, reblogs, and rambles.

[prlssprfctn]

Recently, Jason's eulogy from the actual priest had resurfaced on Twitter again, and I had been restless ever since then. My Roman Empire, if anything.

[ahoyimlosingmymind]

The way my Christian butt is sobbing reading this BECAUSE EXACTLY 😭 my poor baby.

Why does this priest have the most accurate read on Jason’s character to date??? Like take notes comic writers

[phoebusapollong]

i'm being possessed by customer satisfaction bots

please reblog so I get a large sample size.

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[ivebeenbamboozeled]

[apleye]

ROBINS!!

[kittynugg]

if this gets 1k notes i'll show my dad my ao3

[kittynugg]

no you aren't

[ciricearts]

sorry in so happy i need to say it here too WE HAVE OLD MAN JASON TOOOOD JASON NATION WE WOOON!!!🎉🎉🎉🎉

[lolaveart]

“Babe, could you turn your hair off for the night?”

[ciricearts]

a drawing of talia i did using my friend djinnie's sim!! 💜💜

[sora-no]

Every time someone says that Jason should stop bitching about his death I hope that he'll talk about it even more like yes king tell them how they failed you and maybe they'll finally realise that you were in a fucked up position and it actually wasn't your fault. Please keep reminding them

[phoebusapollong]

The fact that this "Boy Wonder" by Juni Ba is the only comic that explores Jason and Damian's connection not only to Talia but to the al'Ghuls is so wild. Jason spent three years of his life serving the League of Assassins. That was his home. He learned how to be a man there. It irrevocably changed the way he views empathy. Damian got the chance to unlearn cruelty, but Jason had to unlearn kindness. How do you come back from that?

You're told again and again that you're loved, but not enough to be saved. By your fathers, by your mothers, by your God. Even your miracles are cursed. And then you are taken in, accepted for your violence and your anger and every piece of you for the first time since you were a boy, since everything started going wrong, and they tell you that everything you have been taught is a lie. You must cut out the weakness in you, the people who cling to your feet seeking mercy. How do you say no? Your mother is one of the weak. She died for it. Is that justice?

You have spent so long seeking justice. Were you wrong? Your teachers say you are. Your father said you were, but he didn't say it exactly. He left a lot unsaid. He isn't really your father. He didn't call you his son until he had to. You were his soldier before you were ever his son.

The people here don't love you, but they don't pretend to, either. There is affection, and you tell yourself that is enough. There is food, and there is training, and there is opulence beyond your comprehension. You did not think corruption could run so deep, be so old. Your teachers tell you otherwise. They tell you how they have toppled empire after empire, leaving behind their own influence, but filth continues. Privately, you think it is because the influence they leave behind is filth.

You are plotting. Your childhood ideals of justice were wrong, but you can be adaptable. You can fix what was wrought. There are people you have left behind who deserve the blood you have spilled. Will spill.

The blood never stops pouring. You comfort yourself with the thought that at least it is not innocent blood, but who is to say the difference? You have been wrong before. Thou Shalt Not Kill. But God has killed, will kill, is killing. Who is God? He abandoned you. You find yourself thinking of your father and the Father in a similar light.

When your father officially took you in, there was a party. There was a fancy name for it, but you didn't bother to remember. The room was filled with people. People your father worked with, people your father worked against, mostly people you had never met. Their eyes were cold, and when they touched you, it hurt. It was the first time you considered whether becoming Robin was really worth it.

The people you train with act similarly. They're refined in a way that makes you painfully aware that they hate everything about you. They hate your filthy hands, the shape of your nose, the way you talk. You know they hate you because they say it, in hushed whispers and sneers and quiet alienation. You're not like them. You're street trash.

Their blood stains the floor. Your teachers say that you have a right to hurt them. That they're weak, and their failure will serve as a lesson. The stench makes you sick.

Even when you leave, there's no escaping it. Blood stains your skin, and you cover it with more blood. Your mother would hate what you've become. You're no one's son.

[acid-ixx]

prequel: again &. again. (platonic! yandere batfam x neglected! gn reader)

directory: prequel, chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five pt 1, chapter five pt 2,

read until the end for an author's note.

what hurts more when it comes to neglectful batfam that adopted you after jason's death (that eventually turns a 360 after you have left) is probably the fact that they always had time for you, it's just that they never chose to spend it on you; an extra burden to their family rather than an addition. if they had time to spend, they spend it on anything or anyone else but you. it's not that you don't share interests with them, it's just...! they have way more priorities that push you further back into their list of 'to do's'; though you know you'll always be the last of that list.

bruce has to juggle so many tasks as the billionaire playboy "brucie wayne", a father of an ever growing family, and gotham's dark knight vigilante but somehow, you're aware he could easily fit in one or two more children into his already booked schedule— he just never seems to consider you worthy enough apparently. or maybe it was because you were too silent, you set boundaries compared to your other family who are outspoken about what they want, what they need— but there's one thing for sure that sets you off from your siblings; you're not a vigilante.

you were merely a child of a one night stand; a child raised too well. you were behaved, you never complained, and you were just, you. and being normal (at least in their level of extraordinary talents were you a mere droplet) amongst a family of talented individuals makes you easily a ghost. was bruce to blame with his neglect? definitely. if he was able to balance his life so easily, then maybe as the world's best detective would he notice you packing your things day by day without update. maybe that was why you never once hesitated the moment you stepped outside the manor, permanently.

dick's excuse would always be "sorry, baby bird! but i promised to spar with damian today. ah, but you can watch from the sidelines!" or he would be too busy saving bludhaven to even acknowledge your presence. sure, he smiles at you with those shiny teeth of his, but despite him looking at you, he never notices you for more than a second, right after he would skidadle his way to another sibling's room, bothering them to spend more time with him, never you though. it occurs to you that he has only entered your bedroom once, and that occurrence was years ago. even then, he didn't last a minute inside there before running away once more.

family matters more than anything to dick. hell, he was enraged at the announcement of jason's death and even beat joker to a bloody pulp when he realized tim fell into his hands. he's ready to defend damian, barbara, steph, cass, and duke with his life. it's his duty and obligation as the family's eldest brother, of course. but were you considered family to him? were you considered a sibling in his eyes, or were you just the resident roommate of the mansion? you question that endlessly because everyone, family and friends, seem to be smitted with dick, but you eventually gave up trying to vye for his attention. it's fine, really, if you were just another civilian to him, because he was just another person to you too. just like in a circus, you would always be the intermission rather than the main event. and with that, you take your leave.

jason was the most forgivable to you, second to tim. he was never there, and he would've probably put effort into spending time with you if not for the fact he despises bruce and the mansion and wouldn't and couldn't last a second stepping into it. he never met you when he was robin, it was only right after his death did he discover were you taken in and that added fact alongside tim being his replacement turned him bitter with resentment. though his hatred for you receded over time, he wouldn't really be caught taking a minute with you because he always sneaks inside the mansion and crime in gotham never seems to lessen. because of that, and your unwillingness to become a vigilante to kick ass with him and the others, he wouldn't be able to fully take an hour with you.

casual talks are unavoidable, though, when at the dead of the night he would be caught sneaking in to eat some leftovers and you were conveniently awake at the same time as him. he'll recommend you some classic literature he read or 'cafes/restaurants that criminals visit the least' lists, but before it would turn into a full conversation, jason would already be wearing his signature mask again, and with a pat on your head and a "talk to you soon, can't guarantee it'll be tomorrow again though, only here for alfred's meals of course," and he'll be gone. you shouldn't have let your hopes high, you wished you didn't because, duh! he wasn't there to talk to you, specifically. you were just there to bide his time! wiping tears away from your eyes, and with a heavy heart, you book an apartment away from the wayne manor with your own atm card; hope irreversibly dead and unable to revive a sliver of faith, even if it was dipped in the lazarus pit would it never come back as the same.

tim drake is always tired. just like bruce, his days are filled with investigation, crime fighting, and worst of all; high school. that's of course that least of his worries the moment he drops out. tim was never the guy to talk much. he only does when he needs to make an impression for others, or when he needs to manipulate people for potential information. his life revolved around fighting, from when he solved the case of bruce wayne and dick grayson being batman and robin respectively, up to his current identity as red robin and occasionally robin. he'll often be found in the batcave working with babs on a case or working alone in his room.

it's no mistake that you were the most distant to him, never once knowing about his interests or even hobbies and vice versa. it was a given that at the very moment you pass a glance at him, you knew it was a 'mind your business' type of relationship with him. if you were a mere ghost to dick, then you were just a spec of dust to tim. it was unfair to assume he would never care for you, he does! only in a way where you were another person to save if you ever were endangered, but would that be enough to stalk you to the point he gains every insight about you? not really. you weren't one of his friends, like kon who he would spend weekly video game challenges with; and you probably don't exist as his sibling in his own little world filled with coffee and computers. yeah, your feelings about leaving him weren't as bitter as the caffeine he drowns in his system, but you were still hurt either way.

damian wayne, from his birth, was taught and raised to prioritize his mission as an al ghul, to be the one continuing the legacy and to shed blood on anyone who opposes. when he was given over to bruce, it took a hell lot of effort to turn a new page and become the next robin. it was, with no doubt, that despite his 'redemption', he would be a tad bit crueler to you than the others. unlike tim, who he persistently bothers, you were untalented, worthless, and a stain on the reputation of the wayne's. even jason, his father's greatest mistake, had more value than you.

maybe it was fine-tuned jealousy, maybe he was mirroring his father and dick's actions towards you with his own sick twist of violence. either way, you would rather avoid the boy, lest you face the wrath of his sword. it wouldn't be wrong if you came to hate him, actually you do, but despite your endless game of cat and mouse with you as the unwilling victim of the chase, your poor heart couldn't fathom the thought of not excusing his actions as that of a child's. you tell yourself everyday, 'just ignore it, he was raised like as to be a menace after all' but you can't deny the bitterness and the clenching of your teeth whenever you stumble upon a room and see your father and your younger brother watching a movie together. the resentment eventually builds up until you blow up and just, give up. within your final moments in the manor, you figured to leave some belongings that you collected overtime that were supposedly memorabilias that you wish to show off to your family. like his pieces of art, you could only explain your life in the family as black and white and as bleak as the streaks of charcoal that rubs against the pages.

when dick was jogging through the desolate halls of the manor, he noticed the place seemed to be more... empty of some sort. and he knows pushing that feeling into the back of his head would only result in more questions than answers. so he decides to enter the spare rooms one by one until he comes across your room (he doesn't know it was yours, though), turning the knob without knocking.

that was when his eyes seem to dilate. his nose catched a faint whiff of bleach (was the room deep-cleaned?), vision seemingly closing in on the few furniture left alongside a diary and other boxes left neatly on your bed, with other smaller trinkets left untouched on your bedside table. he didn't remember you mentioning anything about leaving, hell, he doesn't want to admit his lack of memories about you but—

wait...

didn't he promise to take you out for dinner months ago...?

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

a/n: this is one of my favorite pieces of writing i have ever done and i like it a lot so i hope whoever reads this likes it too. if you all want to read more of this, then please leave a comment or reblog because i heavily appreciate it and it motivates me further to write this type of content! the reason i have come to a long hiatus is because, as stated, the lack of interaction with content. like i said, i will still write for genshin but i am open to expanding my fandom list. (p.s. i hope you like the way i had to connect their interests or a part of their past to the reader.)

heavily inspired by @klemen-tine's work: Glass Bones and Paper Skin, @gotham-daydreams' work: Not [], and @onmyyan's work: Ain't No Sunshine.

[phoebusapollong]

i just spent three hours crying ab this

[wereville]

No Problem

I made a comic for Jayvik Nation. I will never stop loving yooouuuuu!

[captain--miracle]

unfortunate

Ref pic

[ennabear-deactivated20250506]

is anybody else screaming and crying about this parallel or is it just me

[420technoblazeit]

kind of obsessed with the characterization of jayce and viktor as fundamentally good people who will also go absolutely batshit insane if you separate them because theyre also ridiculously codependent to a degree that is concerning for everybody else's wellbeing. they were literally away from each other for a couple of months and almost ended the entire world

[phoebusapollong]

i think about this all the time, actually

and because they're both alive and well (i say as they drag me back into the asylum), mel gives them enrichment projects to keep them busy while she's taking over her mother's empire. they're her pet scientists that trauma bonded while they were on the streets, because they're rescues obviously.

someone asks how long they've been together and jayce short circuits because the answer is since the beginning of time but also he knows they didn't mean it like that. viktor calmly points out that they are essentially married because they spend literally all day every day in each other's pockets and jayce goes "but there's no one else i'd rather be with??"

viktor doesn't have the heart to tell him that's the point.

[theerraticace]

Please reblog if you think that “they/them/theirs” is a valid set of pronouns.

Trying to make a point to my father.

[wetcatjayce]

no but even viktor's desire to be remembered could be viewed to be coming from loneliness. when I die, would anyone notice?

[phoebusapollong]

they make me sick

viktor tries so hard to distance himself from his loneliness- and by extension, his humanity- that he's willing to completely destroy the world in order to avoid it. and the only person who makes him feel seen, the only person who CAN remind him of his humanity and his value as a person, is jayce.

thinking of all the worlds where that never happened and viktor just ends up more alone makes me ache.