I would like to ask for help on a star wars fic, specifically Finn time travelling to clone wars fic
I've trying to find it for a while and I forgot if it's on AO3 or in fanfic.net
I remembered a scene where Fin was explaining the future to the Jedi council and when the council wanted proof of it, Fin just blurted out about the chip on every stormtrooper has and it escalated to doing surgery ont he clones
Ihaven't found it yet, there are some dimiliar fics but none of them are what I'm looking for
I don't really post any personal negative things in social media but asking it here seemed to be a good idea to grasp my mental health(?)
So, I failed my class in college for the third time and I'm getting scared.
Because My parents already said that If I failed again, they won't let me go back to college this time because, you know, financial issues.
Understandably, it is my fault. I'm not good with math but I did try my best to understand. Now failing three times? I started losing my self-confidence.
Anyways. So I started to think about something.
Feeling guilty of wanting something, like I wanted to buy something that is for myself than have second thoughts that I don't deserve it. I felt guilty whenever I thought of it because you know, financial issues with my parents and the fact that I failed them three times
And right now, I had already informed my parents (well, My mom only and she's going to tell dad and that's what I'm more scared about) about it, they are not happy of course, My allowance is almost out and I'm afraid of asking for more on the same day that I told them I failed.
Then I started thinking of starving myself as punishment.
Because My drinking water is almost out, I don't have any food in my dorm, and now I'm thinking of starving myself for two days because I fucking deserved it.
I'm not usually a suicidal type but now It shows how low my self-worth is.
I'm too scared to ask and I really didn't want to hear them be disappointed din me again, possible that they'll yell at me about my grades.
Fear does win though.
So I'm going to starve.
It's bad. I know but it felt right. And maybe I'll crack by tomorrow morning. I have skipped dinner before so I'll be fine until then but still.
Anyways, thank you for taking the time To read this vent. I didn't even know why I'm telling it here but I appreciate your time.
I might delete this in 24 hours or I just forgot about it.
I saw on TikTok that the AO3 curse is just a fandom joke and went on to explain about it. In the comments though, they started giving their oc type lore of themselves about it
I mean, I don't blame them.
My kid self believed in that curse ever since I heard about it. Especially if they give out details about it.
Believe it or not, I got into a hit and run situation when I was in 5th grade. A motorcycle hit me out of nowhere. I am confident that I looked both ways before crossing okay. The street was empty. No incoming vehicles. They came out of nowhere and I got smashed in an instant.
I was conscious the whole time and I didn't feel anything. There is a little scarring, like scraps from sliding over the concrete after flipping over. My head was bleeding but I was told it was just a little scar. Nothing major from what I could remember. I did get scans and I was told I was fine.
When I got older, I was surprised that I didn't get a concussion or some sort of brain damage.
Before the incident, I discovered fanfiction and started writing some in notebooks. So you could tell that my younger self believed in the curse even more now 😭😂
Searching for a World that Doesn't Exist/Destroying the World that doesn't exist spoilers/theories
Just writing about the two episodes of the greatest arg I have ever watched.
So, I'm sure everyone who have been in this fandom for a while is concern about how did D3rLord3, Derek, play on his world when Avery is playing on his laptop. Some theorized that it's a time thing, like they were playing in different timelines but I don't really see it.
Like how did Time travelling fit in to this when there's no evidence of it? Or I haven't seen it yet. So i was thinking that maybe Derek was in same position as The King in Yellow, trapped in the digital world of minecraft?
I mean if he could get himself out with a vessel, he could also bring someone in the digital world.
What if Derek was hallucinating his real life? Derek had said about having little food in his room, and he could interact with object within his reach but in reality it was an hallucination to himself to keep his sanity unconsciously. He did say just looking at the King's world would keep him sane. Or the King did it to trap him.
The King has Infinite knowledge as said, so what if keeping Derek is his plan to bring Avery?
Infinite Knowledge is having knowledge that involves past, present, and future but nothing says about powers of time travelling itself. Or i haven't research enough about it but either way playing in different timelines isn't eally a strong theory in my opinion. I would get it if the world file of Derek's would be sent to Avery, or Avery had the laptop and transferred Minecraft to his own laptop, he did say that the laptop is old.
Another thoery. The Golden gates. Just a little theory that what if the worlds in those gates is the worlds that The King has been summoned previously?
Like there are a few worlds that are villages so what if in those worlds are where The King has been summoned before. The village we saw at part 1 would be either the recent one or the first one that summoned the King. I'm betting on it was the first or like one of many because that village is where Derek found the spell. That is the same village in the part 1 where Derek explored.
We have never been told how the King got trapped in the minecraft world. There was no evidence or indication how, only how the King merge with people to rule and his rein had brought destruction to those who summoned him.
It made me think that with King has Infinite knowledge, I'm sure he had knowledge of Different dimension. It's like the timeline thing where there's only one timeline that they survived kind of thing, indicating that in other infinte timelines that they didn't make it. The golden gates in the hallway are just his copy of dimensions that succeeds on summoning him and ruled under his rein, indicating that he's cnfident on succedding on leaving the digital world as Avery as his vessel.
Which in turn became his downfall.
Do you guys think that we have rejected Death so many times that it sounded like a one-sided love story?
Death knew that Humans, Mortals, have chosen Life over Death.
It happened for generations. Death had only taken Mortals if they chose to, or Life had given up on them.
But Death does not complain, even if it would take years for the Mortals to accept him.
He does not show it but he envied Life. For Mortals to chose her than him, to chose to crave Life than Death.
But he will not defy their choice, or defy the mortal's choice. They chose to live. They will eventually chose him when the time is right.
Hello Superbat community!
I would like to ask something. I dont's usually do this type of thing but it's an interesting thought to have regarding Superbat.
If you think realistically, do you think Clark has accidentally hurt Bruce because he often forgets Bruce is human or Clark couldn't control it?
I'm sure there are fics and prompts out theree so I wanted ask in a NSFW side.
Like think, Clark is an alien with super strength. I'm sure he had practice of controlling it throughout the years but what about in situation that you can't?
I imagined Clark and Bruce making love and it always ended in a rough note, like the bedsheets were torn, the Bed almost gave out and Bruce has bruises all over because of Clark's strength.
I'm sure when they first did it was gentle and Clark was mindful of his strength but overtime, when Clark thought he had it handled, its started to became a problem to Bruce's safety.
Even if Bruce doesn't mind, it is still a concern so they had to be careful and find ways to control Clark's strength.
Because what if one day, Clark accidentally broke Bruce's wrist from handling him too roughly? There's going to an injury at some point.
I'm not saying this to bash them, this though has been going around since i first heard about Superbat.
And to be quite honest, just thinking about it kind of made it look like Clark is being so rough with Bruce that's concerning.
Just a little though on your guys opinions on the matter.
Side note: here's a little scenario, ft. Dick Grayson
Dick was eating breakfast when Bruce came in, looking more tired than before and more roughen up like he had a bad fight last night. But Bruce has night off -after much persuading- and Clark had helped on that regard so it didn't seemed to be the case.
"Had a rough night, B?" Dick smirked, teasing as Bruce went to the fridge for water.
Bruce grunted in response, seemingly sounding a bit put off.
Dick knows Bruce was embarrassed the way he sounded but he won't pry further since it looked like Bruce is pleased.
That thought halted when he saw the way Bruce walks. He's limping. But not in a way of spending the night with your lover but actually limping in a way that you have an injured leg.
"Hey B, you okay?" Dick asked, concern. "Did you hurt your leg or something?"
Bruce blinked, halting. "Ah, I'm not." Bruce replied, trying to stand straighter. "Clark...handled me, a little too much." Bruce winced of the way it sounded.
Bruce, who has always been the punching bag. Figuratively, but also literally. Raising his kids with love, and care, and a healthy dose of fuckups, and getting hit. It's normal. Fighting is ingrained in every aspect of their lives, knuckles glancing off his cheekbone when he messes up again is normal, in his mind.
It's how his trainers would discipline him. And sure, maybe they were scum, often the lowest of the low, but then... Ra's cared about Bruce, right? Slightly? But he did it too. Alfred had his methods, and Bruce wasn't unused to a slap, or any number of consequences. The memories are vague now, after so many years, but he remembers Father standing over him, hand raised, the throbbing pain when it comes down.
Bruce can't bring himself to. Clearly, it's normal, but the first time Bruce spanks Dick, he has a panic attack in his bedroom after and throws up, then doesn't do it again. Can't make himself.
When, later down the line, he feels the blows from his children, he doesn't question it. It's how he's always been reprimanded. Alfred still slaps him now, when Bruce needs it. Needs the shock to snap him out of it.
He can't think of it as abuse. It's nothing like the cases he tackles on patrol, where the children cower from their parent or guardian, or the spouse that flinches if the other moves too fast. Bruce trained himself out of flinching before he ever left for training.
And, eventually, Bruce gets a partner. They're a civilian, but Bruce is just— he can't help himself, they're too alluring, he's so into them, he starts to date them, knowing dating as a hero doesn't end well. He makes it three months, before he's over at theirs, taking the dishes back to the kitchen after dinner, they call a joke to him, he laughs, and the glass slips off the stack, shattering on the floor.
He's setting aside the others, bending down to gather it up, already apologising when they come over, and is utterly unprepared for the slap. He goes still, and they grab his face, teary, apologising, giving excuses, asking for forgiveness. And Bruce folds them into his arms, the same way he does after the kids hit him for the first time, soothing the panic, and ignoring the stinging in his cheek.
He covers up the mark with makeup, and no one notices. He makes sure they don't. But he didn't react. He essentially okayed it, in his partner's eyes, and there is a severe escalation. Bruce still can't bring himself to tell anyone. It's not abuse, he repeats like a mantra, ignoring the mirror image that he escorts to the GCPD building that night.
Maybe if they didn't regret it, he'd struggle more. But every morning after, he'll cover up the new marks, sanitise the cuts from their ring, and head downstairs prepared to sit through teasing about losing his touch on patrol, given all the marks he's bringing home, and finds a bouquet being arranged by Alfred. A basket of chocolates the kids oo and ah at, and he can't help but smile. It wasn't on purpose. They didn't mean it. They were mad, Bruce needed to be better.
He goes out with them again, and relishes in their joy at the restaurant, or park, the same way he curls around the kids afterwards, accepting their apologies, their stiff explanations of what Bruce did, why they hit him, why they pulled that gun, why they did any of it. It's just Bruce. Bruce needs to be better.
Bruce messes up, badly, he miscalculated the plan, and he tries to go to Tim in the medbay, only for Dick's punch to knock him back. Bruce doesn't argue, not like usual. A single, pleading protest Dick shuts down with the reminder he is why Tim is in the medbay. Normally, he'd fight back, Tim is still his son, but see, he's starting to understand it now. His partner explains it to him, they've really helped, he understands why it's his fault. Why he needs to be better, why Dick was right to hit him for this.
The kids have met Bruce's partner a few times now, they've been dating for nine months or so, and they're all comfortable with each other. When Bruce invites them to family dinner the week after, he doesn't so much as question it.
He doesn't question it when Steph has them all laughing, and Bruce reaches for his partner's hand, wants to share this moment, but he isn't looking, and knocks their wine onto them. The blow lands only a second later, Bruce's head snaps back with the force, and the room goes silent, save for his partner's cursing at him, ruining their expensive clothes.
He apologises, calls to Alfred for a cloth, has to yell to make him move, the butler frozen, before he procures one with shaky hands. Bruce takes it, leans over, tries to sop up some of the wine, but they shove him back. "What have I told you about getting your blood on me?" Bruce hands the cloth over, steps back, and finally realises his nose is bleeding.
He apologises, which seems to be the final straw, and they bid goodbye to the family, apologising that Bruce ruined everyone's night, and storms out without looking at him. Bruce is left standing there, trying to stem the bleeding from his broken nose, guilty under the eyes of the family. Apologises to them to, as close to timid as they've ever seen him, for ruining everyone's dinner.
It's the final straw, the kids rush towards him, until Cass yelps, and they freeze. She demands everyone move back, and stares at Bruce. Informs everyone he braced for a hit. From them.
They all stare, Bruce shrugs. He ruined dinner. He needs to he disciplined.
Some of them throw up. One of them has to help Alfred sit down when his legs give out, and Bruce is torn between confusion and embarrassment.
They sit him down, remain at a distance they all hate, and talk him through it. That's not discipline, that's abuse. Why would he accept that from his partner? Bruce repeats he needed correcting.
Cass asks why he'd think they would do that to him. His eyes skid to Tim's cast, to Dick's bruised knuckles, then gives a non-committal answer. But they know.
Dick sits there, and stares at his hand as the room suffocates in silence. His knuckles are an array of colours still, from hitting Bruce the other day, and he has never wanted to be down an appendage more, as he realises no wonder Bruce accepted abuse. They've trained him to believe it isn't.
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Inspired by far too many posts of 'jason should shoot bruce' 'dick would jump at the chance to hit bruce' 'the kids wouldn't feel bad about hitting bruce' 'bruce should know he was wrong' that I've seen on here. Because no. No. That's advocating for abuse. You know, that thing that you all shit on Bruce for? But no, it's fine, you don't like him.
Media reflects real life. Maybe think twice the next time you decide to advocate for abuse.
When Dick (Richard) Grayson first entered the Wayne household, the last thing he wanted was to be part of the family. He had accepted this man's hand, simply because of convenience to his goal of revenge. He wouldn't be in juvie, if he was an official ward. He wouldn't struggle for food on the street if he was under the care of a Wayne, who had his image to protect.
Bruce did try, he wanted to be there for him, Dick had heard from the police guy that he truly did understand what he was going through. That he too had sat in a wet puddle of blood. Didn't change that he felt it was a betrayal to his own parents if he accepted this new man into his life, and he actually didn't need anyone new, he needed to take revenge for what had once had.
Even when Bruce had promised that he wouldn't be in the limelight before he was ready, the media hardly had that much respect for his privacy. The first time he had sneaked out, he had been photographed, it was on every gossip magazine front page.
'Wayne's new ward runs away! Is the playboy really the best choice for this young life?'
'Is the new Wayne ward project already a fail?'
Some were attacking Bruce for taking the task of raising a child too lightly, it wasn't like getting a pet. He was too young and needed to focus on the Wayne business before this. Shouldn't he make sure that he oldest Wayne was of his own blood, instead of this. Was the reason he took in this child really a coincidence?
others attacking Dick, tagging him as an unruly child, not even thankful for the generosity Brucie Wayne had extended him. They kept mentioning how he should simply be glad that he didn't die on the street like so many other Gotham orphans did. He was of the lower class, not even from this country, he should be glad, he should be grateful.
It was somehow taking a toll on Bruce, more than it did Dick. It wasn't a surprise to the child that this was how it had turned, he wasn't dumb, he had seen how people treated even the adult in the circus, treated them like they were less than, even when they were paying a fortune to see them perform.
The breaking point was Alfred though. It was clear that the man, who had once been of service to the British Queen, thought highly of the Wayne name. Thought that it was somehow a stain on his own image to now have to be of service to a former circus child. He was unruly, he was loud, he was messy, he was defiant. He was everything Alfred had firmly educated out of Bruce a long time ago.
When in a fit of grieving rage, Dick had broken another vase, a large ceramic piece Martha Wayne herself had painted as a gift to Thomas. It luckily broke in big pieces, so it could in theory be repaired, but the second Alfred had stumbled upon it, seeing the broken remains of it, a cruel reminder of the broken Wayne legacy, his masters and friends taken from him too soon. It now laid on the floor in a broken mess.
He flew into a rage, rushing over to the child, grabbing him roughly by the arm and dragging him through the corridors of the home, until they arrived at one of the smaller walk-in pantries, it was filled to the brim with different things Dick didn't get the chance to see fully, as he was shoved roughly inside.
"Be conscientious for once and stay quiet. You will be let out when you've thought about what you've done."
The door shut with a harsh click. It was almost entirely pitch black, the only light escaping was from underneath door.
It was quiet, a level of quiet Dick couldn't handle, he could hear the beating of his own heart, the blood rushing in his head, even the small creak of his joints when he began crawling on the floor towards the light.
He didn't know how long he had been in the pantry, had lost track of time in between the tears, panic attacks and silence.
The rescue he had been waiting for came in the form of Bruce ripping open the door so harshly and quickly it sounded like he almost ripped it off the hinges. The light streamed in but was also quickly blocked by Bruce folding his entire being around Dick. A wave of apologies fell from his lips, promises that he could be free from his house if he wanted to, assurance that this would never happen again. But Dick didn't care, he clung to the man, crying so loudly his voice was breaking and he felt like he was choking.
The days that followed were loud, but suddenly not because of Dick.
Bruce was beyond furious. He had forced a vacation upon Alfred, out of consideration for all the work he had done for the family, he didn't fire him on the spot, a point he had emphasized, a lot. It was also an argument that Dick had stumbled upon in his attempt to escape the manor once again.
"I can't believe you, what in the world were you thinking?!"
"I was disciplining the child, something his guardian should have done."
"And that somehow gave you the right to do it instead!" He slammed his hand down against the counter, from what little Dick could see through the crack in the door, Alfred was keeping his own anger firmly in check.
"I do not see how letting him continue his unruly behaviour is befitting of the Wayn-"
"You are not a Wayne!" It seemed the loudness in his voice surprised even himself, the air turned tense as a heaviness settled between them. "I want you to take a vacation Alfred, go take some time in England" He sounded tired, like this discussion had taken the same energy as it would if he had been running a marathon.
"As you wish, master Wayne." The older man straightened, looking at Bruce with almost the same amount of discontent as he had towards Dick, but with the finesse of a man who knew better than to let himself be caught. "It seems this new addition to the household has changed you more than I thought."
That was it, Alfred exited the room through the servant's door, and Bruce looked even more broken than before. Dick doesn't remember ever taken the time to really look at him before, not as his new guardian, or rich man, but simply the man himself. A man grown in the same grief that he had, but without a guardian like himself.
Now that Dick thought about it.
How did he know Dick was in that specific pantry in a house with 200 rooms?
Are you guys interested in a one shot about Joker's Brother OC?
Just asking like, just a little brain dumb
I imagine that Joker had hid the fact that he has a little brother who is a civilian and had been hiding his identity for years. The only people who knew was just them
The reason he hasn't been discovered this long was because Joker's brother fought tooth and nail to convince Joker to not let anyone know or to join him. Like actual tactics that is similar to prusuading a child. This was after he was dipped in the chemical waste.
"Jack. No."
"Oh but it will be fun, my darling brother! Just a quick swim!"
"Jack, I swear to god if you put me in that waste I will hate you forever!"
"Oh, But I can't have that! My baby brother hating me. Oh! That is tragedy! Hahaha!!"
"Stop laughing and put me down!"
Joker's brother would be so tired of handling his crazed brother. It was worst when he became a normal, sane criminal.
There are not much, from my research, about Joker's origin so I am short on it. If you know please let me know.
If you guys are interested in his oneshot let me know!
Random thought, but Bruce would definitely be the type of person to stay in a heavily abusive relationship because it’s the only thing that makes him feel wanted. They could beat him down, talk to him like he is nothing but they keep him around and make him do nothing, so they must want him right. The black eyes and cuts my burn as he cleans them, their sexual touch makes him feel ill, and their words make him want to cry, but they are still here. They will gift him with kinds words, light touches, soft kisses, so clearly they love him. Right?
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