Redrew my ver of the grapes to @andrxmedaz cool art, I love it sm, theirs is so cool and amazing, go check them out, they have a very cool au for them!
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Redrew my ver of the grapes to @andrxmedaz cool art, I love it sm, theirs is so cool and amazing, go check them out, they have a very cool au for them!
i am not brave enough to reply to a post so i will just send you an ask. your post abt how DID is different for everyone was actually something i think we all kind of always need to hear. i think it is human of us to look at each other and expect them to be "like us" but when you're getting into the weeds of complicated traumaborne dissociative disorders, it only makes sense for it to be complicated and individualized. i know it's common for me to fall down the easy trap of "other people have had it worse/express and experience it differently/etc etc" and it was really nice to see someone say actually it's just like that. that is just how it is. you don't have to answer this i just wanted to let you know your post impacted me in a positive way.
of course! i hope you dont mind that ive answered this publically. idk how discombobulated this might be, but its a continuuation of my own thoughts on the matter.
i rly think its smth everyone needs to face at one point or another; there are other people who will have it worse, and people who have it better. it is objectively true. i have had an honest to god snuff film of a life but i wont sit here and pretend like i have it worse than anyone else on earth, with my MOST TRAUMATIZED sash and my #1 worst life trophy. but at the same time, i wont lie and say i dont get jealous when i meet other people who have it better than me. everyone has these emotions, that jealousy, and the need to compare. our generation specifically seems to have a lot of delusions about faking it- especially if being told we have faked it has been a continuation of that trauma. it sucks to experience, but its not useful either to throw that accusation at others just bcs u feel complex emotions when comparing urself to others. having emotions like this is so normal its not even funny. its what one does with those emotions that matter.
with the internet, people are nosier than ever, too. the idea of real people having "backstories" and "lore drops" gives people the idea that everyone is open about their life, which seems to mean to others if someone doesnt talk about their past, they dont have one. that concept makes it easy to fakeclaim until the person gets fed up and feels the need to share.
i am open about most of my life experiences. i think its pretty easy to piece together a good amount of my life for those with prolonged helltiervriska exposure. but even being open, i still have traumas i dont like to talk about. things way worse than what ive felt comfortable to share online. and its honestly very stupid to assume everyone is 100% open and transparent. im not, and i literally just drop random details of my life everywhere. hell i write fanfiction about my more copable experiences, but not my worst ones. just bcs someone isnt open abt their life online doesnt mean they arent traumatized too.
its a very harsh reality to face sometimes. its hard to Not compare life experiences to others. and it is very normal to compare! but at some point ppl have to realize that there will always be people who have had worse lives, and people who have had better ones. not acknowledging this fact is in some ways a further act of repression. its not like "trauma olympics" shit either. it is just how life is for everyone. and its normal to feel jealous, to compare, especially because everyone with traumagenic disorders are fundamentally different and cope in their own ways! some people have 1 main alter, and they fuck off to hallucinatory dream land to cope. some people have about a dozen alters, and experience total amnesia between front switches, exactly like they do in the classic DID movies. some people have 100 danganronpa alters and post weird tiktoks in shitty wigs with shittier makeup. personally, i have the entire universe in my head from the smallest of subatomic particles to the entire known universe bcs that is just one way i coped among countless other things that i couldnt even begin to describe without making some kind of 300k word enclycopedia. everyone copes differently.
people have it worse. people have it better. everyone copes differently, and everyone compares themselves to others who are similar. everyone judges others, even if silently. even if we are guilty abt feeling those complicated emotions. and we all find things cringey. it is a fact of life. just dont let it get in the way of how u treat other ppl who have similar problems to u!
Hi! :) I realized turnabout is fair play so this is me asking for any jason fic recs you might have for me.
Have a wonderful weekend! 💕
hey, yeah of course!! this list is gonna be mainly angst and whump, with some fluff! check the tags of each fic so you don't end up reading something you don't want to see!
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/54591685
Jason struggles with expectation and reality; what Superman had been for Dick, what he could have been for Jason, and the nothing that he ultimately was.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/54688366
Jason finds the younger Arkham Knight version of himself held captive by the Joker below Arkham.
https://archiveofourown.org/series/1328723
basically a series where jason escapes an abusive relationship and meets roy (protective batfam!! and small jason bc no capes au)
https://archiveofourown.org/series/2962401
a series of stories within the same time line, exploring jason's history as a victim of human trafficking and child sexplotiation
https://archiveofourown.org/works/53281042
an exploration of jason's parental figures
https://archiveofourown.org/works/54121165
Jason falls. Of course, he falls. Bruce wasn’t holding onto him. (a fic that delves into jason's expectations of bruce as a parent and how he struggles to prove his worth as bruce's new child)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/15320190
an exploration of jason and dick's brotherhood:
Following his disastrous confrontation with Jason in New York, Dick can't get the note Jason sent him upon leaving out of his head. He talks it over with his psychiatrist friend Clancy and comes to a horrifying realization: it's not emotional manipulation. It's Jason trying to cash in on a promise Dick made to him long ago. A promise to always be there for his little brother.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/52453172
roy's perspective of jason's relationship with the bats
https://archiveofourown.org/works/53536696
bruce, during and directly after jason's death (gore warning but also ABSOLUTELY heartbreaking omg)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/33947401/chapters/84421471
Bruce is racing across Ethiopia to save his son. Bruce is fighting in the Batcave to stop his son. Bruce is 34 years old. Bruce is 39 years old. Then Bruce is looking at ...Bruce. Uh oh.
(a time travel fic where bruce and jason, on the day of his death, find themselves in front of bruce and jason from five years in the future)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26820559
married jaykyle wherein kyle has some words for bruce after the events of rhato 25
https://archiveofourown.org/works/23062525
cute jason/joseph wilson multi-chapter fic where jason is also mute (from the batarang) and he learns what love is
https://archiveofourown.org/works/46774495
Jason survives Ethiopia and returns home; this is the beginning.
(GENUINELY DEVASTATING like i cried omg.. i won't spoil anything but definitely read!)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/38173990
Batman finds and apprehends the Red Hood after he attempts to murder the Joker, then surrenders him to the mental health facilities of Arkham Asylum. This is the best way to prevent more deaths, and it's also in the best interest of the Red Hood, who is clearly unstable.
Insane criminals cannot be permitted to walk the streets of Gotham. Certainly not ones raised by the Batman. Not under any circumstances.
(disturbing content; jason is abused at the hands of the staff in arkham asylum and is in a state of overmedication throughout the entire fic, amazing fic but read the warning tags carefully!)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/45156520
a fic in which jason has dissociative identity disorder
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Do you have any fully original AC oc's? (this is an invitation to yap if you do)
I HAVE SEVERAL! (and thank you I enjoy yapping about my OCs so much ;;;;; )
sorry i just had to refollow all my mutuals cuz i blocked everyone on my nsfw which i just maade
|| Thanks again for letting me doodle your boy @fatedmuses
Closed starter // River & Lucan // @setitallaflame
River had been excited to attend a new school when she received the invitation at the young age of fourteen. It meant leaving home indefinitely. It meant leaving her family behind, speaking to Simon only in letters. But it promised so many opportunities she wouldn’t get elsewhere - advanced subjects, studies tailored to her level and speed of learning, and of course, the opportunity to dance. But it had all been a lie and instead of living in a dream, she found herself trapped in a nightmare it took her three years to escape.
Now that she has, though, River finds herself in perhaps an even more precarious position. She has no idea where she is - the city advertised by the school was not the one she found herself in, that much is certain. She has no money, no food, and her mind is full to the bursting of thoughts and memories she knows are not hers.
It is late into the night when she wanders into the nearest alley and sinks down beside the dumpster, exhausted and hungry, her mind still whirring with the thoughts of people living their lives on the other side of the wall and the streets adjacent to her resting place, teetering on the edge of lucidity. She doesn’t expect anyone to approach her here, but then she squeezes her eyes shut and blinks them open again and somehow, in that time, someone appeared.