THERE'S AN OCEAN
INSIDE YOUR CHEST.

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Every tale begins with a death.

Death is unknowable, unsuspecting and unforeseen - none can escape the clutches of it. Many have tried and failed, becoming monsters of their own making. Death makes a man lose his mind, his senses hanging by a thread- doing anything he can to run away from it, delay it but, in the end, it comes for all. When someone dies, the people who knew them come together, pray for the deceased and themselves and leave before Death can lay its claws on them.

But what happens to someone who has never been alive in the first place?

There has always been something cold settling in her bones, a dread that never dies and a nightmare that has sworn to hunt her till the end. A doomed daughter, a sister of sin- she is aware of the burden she bears, just like Atlas punished to carry the universe with his entire life force, a punishment that will never cease. She is Psyche, a bride carried in black- to her doom, her death with the promise of a fatherless sister whose dull, leaden eyes remind her of the deeds committed by her sin-soaked hands. Guilty of carrying doom on her shoulders and being her father's daughter, she drowns herself, immersing in the darkness, laying herself devoid of her own identity.

Except, for one thing: What is dead, never dies again.

Gotham City is haunted.

Everyone knows it. The ghost of their loss looms over everyone like a vice clinging onto its prey. The city is overrun with ghosts beyond despair, latching onto its legacy like a lifeboat and she knows it. She knows she is the only one who can truly see what lies beyond living, an ordinary person tries to move on from it, living their lives as they should have been. But she doesn't, she has always been a strange girl growing up a harsh voice never failed to reprimand her for it. She should have run away and forget it the first time it happened, but she didn't. She has been born and brought up in hell, where life started with death and how rot festered upon the soft-hearted- it provided her with a respite, calmness shrouded with ruination.

She had become a dead girl walking.

But what happens when someone is hanging at the edge of such an abyss, half lured in to fall into the cloud of haunt, something that has been uncanny yet fascinating?

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TARA NISHAD /
DEAD GIRL WALKING

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📍me after publishing something after a year 🤡🤡🤡🤡 knowing very well its gonna get drafted again 🤡🤡🤡🤡 might as well call me the jonkler
📍before we hop in, i would like to remind everyone of the situation palestine is still going through so please i would request you to go through these links again, share any vetted fundraisers you find and do not stop talking about the ongoing g-nocide carried out by israeli settlers.
https://arab.org/click-to-help/
https://www.tumblr.com/palipunk/

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to add on to that as by today (7th December 2024) women and children in sudan have been more endangered than ever.
📍my girl tara is sooo messy she is haunted by everything because her father is #that creature we don't talk about him he will not get anymore mentions but i will fist fight him in a saravana stores parking lot do know that though
📍on to that, gotham city is so mumbai coded with the amount of horrors this city faces and all the drama goes on even if we ignore the rogues gallery like there is something so sinister about the city that is like you cannot escape it because it is home no matter how fucked it is. like close enough! welcome back aamchi mumbai!
📍also this is tie in with serious house on serious earth (1990) & the arkham video games series (2009-) because arkham lore is connected to this fic && the books of magic series (1990) & constantine series (2013) which is kind of an important arc kind of related to tara but we'll come to it soon (i hope)
📍TRIGGER WARNINGS: this fic deals with topics not only limited to canon typical violence, gore, language, implied racism and xenophobia, religious imagery, but also deals with instances of domestic violence, addiction, human trafficking, child abuse and schizophrenia. please continue with caution, chapters with sensitive topics will be marked beforehand.
📍this fic is also me spreading santoor mommy agenda like we need to get on to that train desperately or society will cease to exist. also stealing is bad babes, psychopomp is like my brainchild that i had been letting grow for months! it will break my heart and my interest if someone ends up blatantly stealing tara or any of her plotlines.
📍alternate title: what ra sudeep too much cock you are showing bro (gotham edition not clickbait)
📍also tagging people who have been forced to bear the burnt of the knowledge i have been brainfarting and crying over like i am lowkey paying for your therapy money the moment i get placement till then let us pray 🙏🙏 pls for me 🙏🙏 placement 🙏🙏 aasthatiwaris scltbvrns toujoursdk sukibenders
📍i am having a mental breakdown over this fic😭🙏 moral of the story don't play crack baby right after aasa koda okay byeeee.