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𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓪 𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷

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And then that feeling comes back, the feeling I fought not to feel again

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Oii estão afim de ajudar uma escritora iniciante em seu blog?? No momento estou fazendo blog's sobre as escolas literárias, tem o recurso de ser assinante pago, mas se puder somente ler, ajuda muito(Principalmente minha autoestima) #daumhelpai https://open.substack.com/pub/natynatyescreve/p/a-primeira-geracao-do-romantismo?r=4tn1lp&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

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Superlista de superpoderes para seus super-heróis

Os super-heróis estão mais populares do que nunca, e não é por acaso: quem nunca imaginou o que faria caso tivesse superpoderes? A boa notícia, no entanto, é que somos escritores e temos o poder da imaginação!

Mas, para te ajudar, eu trouxe uma lista super completa com superpoderes para seus super-heróis ou aqueles personagens que você quer incrementar com habilidades especiais. Observação: a lista possui apenas uma definição básica dos poderes. Se você tiver interessado em ler mais detalhes sobre as aplicações e possíveis limitações de cada um, recomendo esse site aqui. Quer saber mais? Continue lendo o post:

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Superlista de virtudes para seus personagens

Seja para escrever aquela mocinha que é uma verdadeira fada sensata ou aquele vilão irresistível, o fato é: todos os personagens precisam de qualidades positivas para balancear com as negativas e criar o equilíbrio que trará o realismo. 

 Afinal, como diria Sirius Black: “O mundo não se divide em pessoas boas e más, Harry. Todos nós temos luz e trevas dentro de nós.“

E, depois da minha superlista de defeitos, chegou a vez de criar uma lista de virtudes para te ajudar a descrever aquele personagem que é um verdadeiro anjinho — ou justamente o contrário.

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Superlista de hábitos, manias e trejeitos para personagens

Olá, escritores!

Hoje eu trouxe mais uma superlista para vocês, com hábitos, manias e trejeitos que podem ser usados para os mais diversos personagens e situações, dando mais realismo e ajudando nas descrições.

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Superlista de criaturas fantásticas

Olá escritor!

Hoje eu trago uma super (e bota super nisso) lista de A a Z, com diversas criaturas fantásticas de diferentes folclores e mitologias — incluindo a nossa brasileira  — que, quem sabe, pode te inspirar para sua próxima história.

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Let's make friends

Hi guys, sorry to bother you, but I've created a substack for myself, I want to try to build an “audience” for it, I'll post excerpts of my writing, tips and curiosities of the story, if you can follow me and interact I appreciate it (there's also exclusive content, I think it's about 8 reais a month, or around 1.38 dollars). For those who don't know, it's like a good vibes twitter account for writers.

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Chapter 1(new version of Pyra,now with a name touching the stars)

When I was a child my dream was to become a prosecutor like my brother, what a foolish child I was, I moved in bed and picked up my cell phone, 4:30 in the morning, I can't sleep even taking the medicine, I rolled over in bed feeling my body begging for a rest, I got out of bed and rolled onto my back, I took my satin cap off and tied my hair up in a bun, brushed my teeth and looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes were green, and they were half-closed, with a dark bag underneath them, signaling that I'd had a bad night's sleep. My hair is red, I've tidied up the fringe that covers my forehead, my freckles have faded a little because of the lack of sun, I go back to my room after I've finished brushing my teeth, I rummage through the pile of clothes in the closet and pull out a black sports kit and put it on. I can't sleep, so I'm going for a run, nothing better than an early morning run in Gotham. I finished ironing the understanding blouse over my top and looked for my shoes -Nyx remind me to organize the room later…and to put the laundry in the wash - I said to my AI -Noted Heide-Nyx replied in her robotic voice I bent down and pulled my sneakers out from under the bed and put them on, I heard a dog's footsteps approaching and smiled -Zorro, you're awake, I'm sorry for making you wake up at this hour- I said to my Newfoundland dog as he passed the door. He dropped his leash at my feet, wagging his tail enthusiastically. I took the lead and attached it to Zorro's collar, stroking his head. -Let's go, boy. A run will do us good. I got up, holding the leash tightly, and went downstairs. I picked up my glasses and watch, which I'd left on the kitchen table, and left the house feeling the cold wind. I went down the stairs to the entrances and began to run moderately, with Zorro following me. I turned the corner and passed an alleyway, going to run along the Bowery, at that time there were only a few street dwellers and drug users, the quietest area of the neighborhood. The area was as dimly lit as ever, in fact it was a miracle that the streetlights were on at all. It became a poorer area than it was just after Arkham was built, and they simply threw a lot of people out of their own homes. The capitalist system is extremely oppressive towards the proletariat, and the residents have felt it. My house, the one in my mother's name, wasn't demolished because Harvey was a developer at the time, I had very kind neighbors at the time. When he became Two-Face, it was rare for even a drug dealer to pass by on the street, and Old Gotham has a lot of them walking through the walls. I turned another corner and looked at my watch, 7 km and it was exactly 5.50 a.m. I accelerated my run to make my way back through a street full of homeless people, most of whom were asleep, others too stoned to notice me. Zorro started to run in front of me and I was forced to let go of his lead a little, he turned a corner and I followed, seeing the house approaching, as soon as I arrived at the door Zorro came to the door, the dog wagged his tail, as if he recognized his surroundings and was happy to be back. I put my hands on my knees, still catching my breath from the run, and he smiled and bent down to stroke Zorro. —You ran hard today, kid,” he said, with a tired but sincere smile. I gave him one last cuddle and went upstairs to take another shower and wash my hair. I didn't want to go to school, but the principal called my stepfather about my absences, so I'd have to go until the vacation period arrived. I felt the cold water hit my scalp and sighed. After showering, I dried my red hair quickly, making a hat with the towel, looked for my deodorant and put it on, put on my underwear and put on my uniform. I put on the obligatory Gotham Academy uniform: the crisp white shirt with the purple tie loosely around my neck, the black vest with the school crest and the black skirt which, luckily for me, wasn't too tight.

I put on the black tights, which were the norm, and one of the only parts of the uniform I'm not against as it hides the marks on my legs. While most of the students opted for the recommended black dress shoes, I kept my style by wearing white Colcci boots, something that has already generated a few reprimands from the inspectors, but they've already given up, after all, as the sister of a villain, I'm going to follow the same path as him, assholes. I sat down at the dressing table and took the towel off my head, removing the excess water and separating my hair into sections to comb. I heard Zorro bark and someone say good morning to him, and then the person started up the stairs, the door was opened a moment later and I could see my stepfather Kwon-Hye opening the door. He's one of the most renowned doctors in Gotham, he has two hospitals, one in old Gotham for the lower classes, with free services, and one in downtown Gotham for the wealthy, because he's of Asian descent he looks younger than his years, he's 49, with black hair in an undercut, he's always in business clothes and wears glasses, he smiled and I could see his brown eyes sparkle.

-Heide good morning -He greeted happily -I stopped by the bakery before I came, I bought that brownie you like.

When he's on call at the community hospital, he sleeps at my house in old Gotham, and on weekends I stay with them and my “brothers” at his house in BRISTOL HILLS, actually a mansion that's passed down from his family. -Thank you, I'll be right down for coffee -I smiled, still looking at him in the mirror. -Do you want some help? -What? -Your hair, I know it takes a while to do it, he wants help, maybe a braid -He said, approaching me, rubbing his hands together in a sign of nervousness. I smiled and grabbed an extra brush and handed it to him, who immediately tried to help me comb and finish my hair, I almost didn't feel him combing, his hands were so light I could have fallen asleep. I opted for two braids, left them half loose so as not to ruin my finish and tidied up my fringe which was almost covering my eyes, I could see this through the lenses of my glasses. -“Finish getting ready, I'll set up the coffee table and your snack.” Then he left. I stared at myself in the mirror for a while, observing my empty, dull eyes. I picked up the necklace that hung in the corner of the mirror, a necklace with a fragment of a moon carved into it, completed by two other parts. I got up and picked up my mailbag, put on some perfume, picked up my cell phone and went downstairs. I quickly went downstairs and sat at the table, looking at my precious brownie and a coffee that I'd probably bought at the bakery. My stepfather got a piece of cake and a coffee, his was probably as bitter as he likes, he decorated my order and always orders the sweet coffee for me. -“Do you need a ride to school?” he asked me after sipping his coffee. -I'm going by bike, I have to stop by Bao's afterwards- I said, taking a quick bite of my brownie. I drank my coffee quickly and got up, putting my cell phone in my bag and giving my fox one last caress before I left. -I'm going! -Good class I walked to the garage, picked up my bike, put on my Chase Atlantic playlist and set off in the direction of Gotham Academy. It was a 20-minute bike ride, the cold Gotham wind cutting across my face as I pedaled through the still sleepy streets of the city. My headphones played Chase Atlantic's “Swim”, the syncopated beat helping to keep the rhythm of the pedals. Old Gotham was a strangely beautiful place at this time of day, with the morning mist hanging over the old buildings and the streetlamps creating dancing shadows. I stopped in front of an alley and quickly left my bike on the curb. The alley was narrow, with brick walls covered in faded graffiti and posters of concerts that had taken place years ago. My footsteps echoed in the silence, and for a moment, I felt that chill at the back of my neck that always comes when you know you're being watched. But it was just paranoia. Or at least, I hoped it was. The bag was where I'd left it, hidden behind a pile of cardboard boxes. I pulled it out, quickly checking the contents: the uniform I had prepared for Bao, some equipment was also prepared, we always meet halfway. Then I continued on my way to school

-Apolo please replay audio number one - My voice came out low as I watched the images on the computer. -Replaying “June 25th, 2018. Today I turned 12. They said it was a special day. They always told me that my existence was a great advance for science. But I don't feel important. I feel… scared. They took me into a room I'd never seen before. There was a chamber in the middle, and inside it… there was someone. Someone who looked exactly like me. But they told me it was just a test. I don't know how to feel about it. I want to be free, but… it doesn't feel right. I don't know what's going to happen to me now.”

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Eu tava aqui assistindo o filme crepúsculo e me fez refletir sobre o amor.

Hoje em dia tem muitas mulheres e homens que estão vivendo em amores rasos,em amores momentâneos. Hoje eu parei pra pensar que eu apressei demais meu tempo que nessas horas era para eu está amando e sendo amado por alguém que me esperou a tanto tempo e soube me amar no tempo certo.

Edward Cullen esperou Bella a mil anos e assim encontrou seu amor, enfrentou obstáculos, claro,o que é pra ser da gente não vem fácil,vem demorado... Bella aceitou os defeitos de Edward por ele ser simplesmente um vampiro e mesmo assim ela não deixou de ama-lo,como Edward não deixou de amar Bella por ser humano.

Posso dizer que ninguém é perfeito,mas existe sim um amor perfeito,um amor verdadeiro,um amor recíproco...

Viver buscando o amor pela beleza e dinheiro está sendo a maior hipocrisia do mundo,estão sendo infelizes e sendo momentâneos na vida de alguém, estão sendo rasos demais.

Creio que o "Para sempre" existe sim,basta encontrar uma pessoa certa pra vida,mas é pra vida TODA.

Edward Cullen falou assim pra Bella:

"É uma coisa extraordinária,quando encontramos alguém com quem podemos dividir a nossa alma.

Quem nós aceita como somos,eu tenho tentado...pelo o que parece um tempo muito longo superar o que eu sou e com a Bella,sinto que finalmente posso começar. Eu gostaria de propor um brinde à minha linda esposa, nenhum espaço de tempo com você seria o suficiente, comecemos como o PARA SEMPRE."

Eu quero dizer também que: Uns deixam você ir, outros fazem de tudo pra ter você.

É isto e boa noite meu amigos!💗

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Chapter III - Narrows

April 10, 2023 NARROWS, 8:30 p.m.

Strangely enough, Gotham Academy was quiet for me; Wayne's presence deflected the hateful glances at me and replaced them with admiring looks at him. Today, school finished at lunchtime, so I took the opportunity to tidy up my room while I was at home. I arrived at Narrows at around eight o'clock and I'm hiding my bike behind a large garbage can as I climb the outside stairs of the building, carrying a training rucksack.

- For a moment, I thought you weren't coming - I hear a familiar voice.

- I said I'd help you with this, and I keep my word, Bao,” I replied with a smile on my face. Bao Pham is a friend I met by chance; he's a year older, seventeen, with a strange haircut that's sparse with an X drawn in it, and kind brown eyes. I bent down and opened the bag, revealing the uniform: a black long-sleeved shirt with shoulder straps and patches, black pants with pockets, a belt with equipment holders, black boots, black gloves with protection, and a sleeveless jacket with a symbol embroidered on the back - a skull with a jester's hat, referring to a clown - and, of course, the helmet with glasses and a red mohawk. - The costume looks like fabric, but has the protection of a bulletproof vest. I've also connected Nix to your helmet; she'll give you instructions when I'm not online.

Bao picked up the bag and smiled. He knew that what he really wanted was exactly what all of Gotham wanted: the Joker's death. But that's not something he can achieve overnight.

- Well, Jae will train you in taekwondo and hapkido in the afternoons, but you'll have to work at the gym at the weekend,” I said, shoving my hands into my sweatshirt pockets. - Nix will be your eyes and ears while I'm offline.

- Thanks for helping me out,” he said with a smile.

I pursed my lips slightly. - Just try not to get punched by one of the bats - I waved my hand and turned around, climbing down from the roof and leaving the boy behind. I jumped down the last few steps, grabbed my bike and hurried out of there.

Gotham isn't the best place during the day, but it's even worse at night. Not that I needed to worry about that, but I was going to listen to two hours of lectures about how dangerous it is for a girl to walk around Gotham alone. Not that I was helpless, but it was cute how concerned they were.

I pedaled quickly and stopped when I reached a descent. It wasn't yet nine o'clock, but the streets of Gotham were strangely quiet. A car was approaching, so I left the middle of the street and went close to the gutter. It was a black car with dark windows that didn't allow me to see who was inside. The vehicle slowed down as it approached me, which was strange. I watched intently as the car braked.

The car door opened, revealing four fully hooded and armed men. My heart raced and I got off my bike, throwing myself into the alley just as they opened fire.

What a great way to start the week.

I picked up the lid of the garbage can and threw it like a frisbee, hitting the shortest of them right in the face. His companions opened fire again. I ducked down and pushed myself backwards, glancing quickly down the alley and seeing an iron pipe, a barrel, next to the garbage can. That might do.

The shooting stopped and I watched as they quickly changed the cartridges in their guns. I advanced towards the taller man, who had a look of frustration on his face. With an agile spin, I dodged a punch and disarmed him with a swift side kick, followed by a direct punch to the stomach. He staggered backwards, the gun falling from his hand. The second man pointed the gun in my direction. I raised the barrel and hit the gun as if I were hitting a ball, causing it to fall with precision. I executed a front kick directly into his chest, forcing him to fall backwards. The last man came up, trying to gain an advantage with his size. I ducked, making his arms go around nothing, put one hand on the ground and propelled my leg upwards as I spun on my own axis, landing a kick to his chin.

I fixed my glasses, which were slipping off my face, and took a deep breath, watching the man hold his chin tightly. I heard a gun being cocked and turned completely around, seeing the first man I knocked down pointing a submachine gun in my direction. I was about to throw myself to one side when the man simply went down, with someone on top of him.

- Didn't they tell you it's dangerous to walk around Gotham at this hour? - a gruff voice said.

- In case you haven't noticed, I've managed very well here, Robin - I arched an eyebrow as I watched him approach.

His hood was on. He had changed his uniform, which was now predominantly black with red details. Inside the cape, the interior was yellow.

- Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going home. Good riddance to you, wonder boy,” I said, picking up my bike from the floor.

- I'll come with you.

- You'll what?

- I'll walk with you. It's dangerous walking around, especially since you seem to be a magnet for danger - he said with his arms crossed and a little smile.

Son of a bitch.

- Do what you want - so I started pushing the bike after seeing the flat tire.

DAMIAN WAYNE

Pyra Knox Dent, 16 and Two-Face's half-sister. Her mother is a renowned archaeologist who had an abusive relationship with Jon Dent and is now married to a Gotham doctor who has three children. But Pyra is a strange person; she clearly knows how to protect herself, but why doesn't she react to the abuse at school?

She actually tried to kill her father when she was nine and disappeared for a while. Apparently, she was committed to a reform school, but there are no records, which is suspicious. She lived for a while in Center City with her mother and competed for the city in figure skating. Her bat-computer files stop there.

I watched her back. The girl never looked back. The sweatshirt was too big for her, hiding the curves of her body; she was wearing sweatpants and sneakers. Her red hair was loose and set after the fight. I vaguely saw a tattoo on her wrist, a number.

I drew my eyebrows together. She knows how to fight, she has a vague and strangely clean record, and she knows how to observe her surroundings. Clearly, she's been trained.

- Where did she learn to fight? - I asked.

- From my brothers,” she replied without looking back.

A half-truth; she learned from someone else, but left it out.

Interesting.

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Chapter II – Damn Wayne

Professor Ambrose Asmodeus, the current history teacher and a former colleague of my mother's, faced the room with his strange smile that never reached his eyes, his hands on Damian Wayne's shoulder and his brow furrowed.

-Students, meet your new colleague, Damian Wayne, welcome to our class, I'm a history teacher. - Professor Asmodeus introduced himself with his etiquette worthy of period films.

Gotham Academy tries to include a sense of collectivity in high-society students, so 99% of the activities were done in pairs, but Violet Saint was in a trio since everyone refused to pair up with the sister of a villain.

Saint would go to any lengths to turn Wayne into her slave, as she had done with every boy in the school and it was only a matter of time.

-Please pair up with Dent since she's alone.

I raised my head in total disbelief -What?” I said, already feeling the eyes of the class on my back as Wayne sat down next to me. He was tanned, with cold green eyes and hair that looked like it hadn't been cut in over two months. He reminded me of Aladdin, as he had a moustache and a thin beard.

The teacher's voice became distant and I sank into my chair, feeling the energy getting heavy around me. Hell, the week has barely started and I'm already in a bad way. I turned to get my materials from my bag and saw Saint staring at me through the lenses of his glasses with a familiar smile.

I turned around and put my materials on the table, taking a deep breath as I tried to stop my hands from shaking, Ok let's go and just ignore Wayne at school and Saint won't do anything again.

I watched as the teacher began to write the content on the blackboard.

FINAL ASSIGNMENT - SEMINAR PRESENTATION (DOUBLE)

The universe is clearly against me, I glanced at the corner of my eye, Damian was concentrating on the new content, which consists of the industrial revolution, we're finally out of the dark ages content. Okay, there's only one more year until then and the end of high school.

I sighed as I wrote down the content, our pair had their hands in their pockets watching the teacher's explanation, or so it seemed because he was watching me out of the corner of his eye.

When the bell rang, I grabbed my materials as quickly as I could and hurried out of the room towards my locker; three lessons given by the teacher directly would be the greatest torture of my life When the bell rang, I grabbed my materials as quickly as possible and hurried out of the room towards my locker. Three direct lessons from the teacher would be the greatest torture of my life.

-Hey- I turned around after hearing a hoarse voice behind me- -Pyra right?

I sighed and closed my locker, looking at Wayne.

Yes?

-Well, we're on a job and you could give me your number so we can work out how we're going to do this, you know. -He arched an eyebrow as if I'd asked some stupid question, I looked around to see people immersed in their group affairs and motioned for him to hand me his cell phone.

I hurriedly put in my number, he looked up at me in an unobtrusive way and smiled sideways, what this boy has in common is probably unbearable.

-Hello Wayne - An ironic voice was heard and I swallowed dryly and looked at the person, Violet Saint, daughter of the owner of Saint Industries and simply the students' boss -Welcome, I was wondering if you'd like to sit with my group at break time?

She fiddled with her blonde hair and her green eyes watched Wayne as if he were the most desirable piece in her collection. I turned around and closed my locker quietly and started walking, taking advantage of the fact that she wasn't paying any attention to me.

Okay, library, now it would be Literature, but as it's the end of the semester, the teacher asks me to hand in an individual activity for his grade, which means he doesn't want to be in class.

Holding my books tightly to my chest and with my head down, the disadvantages of being a scholarship student at the Gotham Elite School are that you become a rare piece, but when you're the half-sister of a villain you become a target.

I sighed as I felt eyes on me and entered the large library, the old librarian was having her illustrious tea, I walked quickly to one of the tables at the back next to the mystery section.

Saint is going after Wayne, he'll probably join her group and he'll ask to change pairs.

I put my materials on the table along with a copy of “The Three Musketeers” by Alexandre Dumas, my cell phone vibrated and I picked it up to see that there were ten missed messages.

-BAO PHAM, 4 MESSAGES

-UNKNOWN NUMBER 6 MESSAGES

-BAO PHAM

Hello

I need to talk about you

And about that

Meet me at Narrows

Hello

I'll be there

On the roof as usual 😊

-UNKNOWN NUMBER 6 MESSAGES

Hello

And Damian

Add him

We need to see about work

Since we're apparently a duo

I'm waiting

I leaned over the table, it seems Violet couldn't make Damian fall for her charms.

Damn Wayne

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Chapter I - The Weight of Dreams

April 10, 2023 TRICORNER YARDS, Kwon compound - Pyra House I stared at the ceiling of my room, the stars that were glued to the ceiling shone faintly, the sun began to appear through the gaps in the curtain, I took out my cell phone to check the time, it's exactly three in the morning, I lazily got out of bed and looked around my room.

-Pyra, you only slept for two hours, that's not recommended for humans -The computer said.

-Nyx, I know that - I answered in a low voice, feeling my head spinning -Just please don't talk loudly at this time -I opened the bathroom door, taking off my pajamas and throwing them over my shoulder, my underwear in the laundry basket.

I turned on the shower, sending myself under it and feeling the cold water wet my hair, ah that feels good, one of the few sensations that makes me feel alive in this hell. I took a long shower and got out, with a towel wrapped around my body and another in my hair.

I looked around my room, my bed still hadn't been made, my books were scattered all over the floor, my medicines were scattered in random places, and some dirty clothes should have been in the basket, or in the washing machine, I don't remember.

I forced my closet door open after lightly kicking the clothes on the floor aside - Nyx add reminder for me to clean my room today - The little robot on my desk raised its hand, I opened the second drawer and took out a set of underwear and put it on, I took out my cream deodorant and put it on.

I took out my body towel and threw it on the bed, pulling out a cambric that contained my full Gotham Academy uniform, the home of the heirs to Gotham's rotten elite.

Or my case, after much pleading from my stepfather, the school let me take the entrance exam and get 100% of the scholarship, but of course everyone knows that I'm the half-sister of the former prosecutor and current Two-Face.

And of course the whole school hates me as expected

I finished putting on my uniform, a royal blue skirt and vest with the school emblem and a white blouse, black knee socks and the ridiculously social shoes I never wear, opting for my lovely Colcci Tractor boots.

I sat down at my dressing table and looked at myself in the mirror, my dark circles under my eyes felt like I'd come straight out of the tomb on a Halloween night, and my wavy red hair was getting wet, so I combed it and left it loose, knowing that it would get tangled anyway, and just applied sunscreen to my face, since even make-up wouldn't cover it up. And I didn't want to cover up my freckles, so I sighed and got up, picking up my Japanese-style handbag, which my stepfather had given me, which ironically was Korean, he had bought on one of his many trips, left my room and went downstairs, towards the kitchen.

The rest of the two-storey house, with the exception of my bedroom, was perfectly tidy. My father appreciated privacy, so everyone in the family had their own house, but our backyards were interconnected. The patriarch of the family was a doctor who owned one of the recently opened hospitals for the city's low- and middle-income population. I smelled pancakes and smiled, seeing them on my desk with a note on them

-Please Pyra, have breakfast, one of the most important meals of the day

Good morning, from your brother, Kwon-Jae

I sat down at the table and began to munch on those divine pancakes, Jae is Doctor Kwon-Hye's eldest son, and the most attentive “brother” I have.

But I miss Harvey

Swallowing the last of my pancake, I grabbed my helmet and went to get my bike. I'd better get to school early, before the school guard did something to stop me.

Damian was sitting in the car with his arms crossed, Alfred was watching him through the rearview mirror.

-“Mr. Damian, school is a great place to make friends. After the summer break, I hope you'll make an effort to create a social circle,” the butler said as he parked the car.

-“Friends aren't necessary,” Damian said with his eyes closed as Alfred opened the door. The teenager grabbed his bag aggressively and got out of the car. He didn't even have time to take a step as someone passed in front of him at high speed. The person braked his bike and looked back

-I'm sorry, I hope you didn't hurt yourself- -The girl said. She pedaled back into the school.

Damian looked at the ground and sighed, those inattentive people.

Wayne had entered the school, or rather school hell.

Inside the school, the noise was deafening. Damian walked through the crowded corridors, ignoring the curious stares of the other students. He was used to being the center of attention, but that didn't mean he liked it. Being a Wayne had its problems.

Meanwhile, Pyra arrived at school panting and parked her bike. She looked at the school clock. She picked up her backpack and adjusted her glasses, which were falling off, and walked to the school entrance, preparing for another day at Gotham Academy. She kept her head down as she walked through the corridors. She didn't want to attract attention, she just wanted to get through the day without any problems.

With quick steps they both walked to her classroom, Pyra observed the boy who approached the room with her, a new student?

Well, he's going to be spoiled like all the others, so you don't have to worry about him.

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prologue(from PT-BR into English)

It was cold

The small body of a girl was wrapped in a thin blanket in the corner of the cell, the place was underground and there were no windows, only artificial light. Footsteps were heard and the girl became attentive, turning her head towards the bars as if she were an owl.

-I must say, the training of this squadron is magnificent, it was the one with the highest success rate, this partnership is really paying off for the time being, especially now their powers are superior.

The girl threw the blanket over her head as if to hide herself, and her breathing quickened, causing a thin puff of smoke to come out of her mouth. She heard footsteps approaching.

-Let's finish this training season, the summer camp period is coming to an end, the family may be suspicious, but she reacts aggressively and the fact that she is a genius in technology makes her a perfect soldier. But she has shown suicidal tendencies, Lady Shiva said she tried to kill herself in the middle of training, leaving her in solitary confinement ever since.

The footsteps stopped and the rattling of keys was heard along with the child's rapid breathing.

-Hello young lady -A male voice intoned from the cell -I'm Ras's al Ghul', a partner in this project, I don't imagine we've ever met, I'd remember that flame-colored hair.

He knelt down and held the girl's chin, making her raise her head -And you still have those beautiful green eyes that remind me of someone's eyes.

-“Stand up,” Amanda Waller, who was right behind the demon head, ordered. The girl did so quickly, unbalancing herself in the process, her head down as if in shame.

-Your performance was impeccable, Mirage, I hope you continue to deliver nothing but perfection on your next missions.

-Yes, Mrs. Waller, I'll do it -The girl said almost in a whisper, still visualizing the last scene she had seen.

Bodies scattered on the ground, children screaming, adults shooting and calling her a freak, but for some reason they insisted that she was following the government's wishes.

The government wants to see people killed, facilities destroyed and thousands of people injured? Hate and fear went hand in hand in Mirage's mind and that day she set herself a goal.

TO PUT AN END TO THAT CORRUPT AND MURDEROUS GOVERNMENT.

-Now how about getting something to eat and then getting ready to go home -Ra's said with a hand on the girl's shoulder as if to encourage her to move.

The child agreed, leaving her cell in the pit, which she had nicknamed the mouth of hell.

Yes, going home would be good.

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Eat

Damian Wayne x Platonic!Reader

You would do anything to look like the girls in the magazines… But at what cost?

A/N: This was requested by Anon. I’m actually on the skinnier side so I hope I do this justice. But I totally understand what it feels like to be ashamed of your body size, shape, and weight. I did pull ŵ from a clip of Skins where this girl with an ED showed her friend how she gets away with it. I’m trying to get these out so I’m gonna do 2-3 short parts 😁

Word Count: 1.1k

Warning(s): Cursing, ED, body checking, calorie counting

You were “larger” than most of the girls in your school. You were fine with that for the most part, but there were times when you were insecure about it. Especially lately.

You are in the school’s cafeteria “eating” with Damian. To Damian, you were rambling on about God knows what while the two of you were eating. For the most part, you looked the same. However, at the same time, you seemed different, but Damian just couldn’t place his finger on it.

“Hey,” you said, bringing Damian out of his trance, his eyes meeting yours.

“Are you going to eat that?” you asked, pointing at his cup of cucumber slices. Once he shook his head no, you took the initiative of taking the cup and dumping it in your salad. “I love cucumbers in my salad. Don’t you?”

Damian didn’t know how to answer that. Now when the two of you are eating together, you seem to talk a lot more. He watched as you mixed the cucumbers in with the rest of the ingredients of your salad.

Then, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. Damian watched as you stabbed your fork in the salad, taking a bite. Little did he know that was the only bite of food you had all lunch. You threw away your tray before Damian could see how little you ate.

This continued for a while. For an ex-assassin, you would think he would be more observant.

~

With your phone propped up on FaceTime using random stuff on your desk, you rummaged through your closet.

“Which outfit do you think is better?” You asked your best friend. You had an outfit in each hand. You knew which one looks better but you just wanted Damian to confirm it. You hoped you picked the one on the left. That outfit hides your figure the best, while also complimenting you.

“The left one obviously,” he said snarkily. He continued but you weren't paying attention to what he was saying. It wasn’t until he probably called your name 10 times you gave him your attention.

“Huh,” you muttered, turning your head to look at Damian through the screen.

“Were you not listening?” Damian huffed. This wasn’t like you. Usually in conversations, you hung to every word, but now it was as if you were on another planet.

“Sorry. What were you saying?” You asked. You were barely paying attention as you moved around your room.

“I asked if we are still going to that new ice cream shop this weekend,” Damian said. Stopping in your tracks, you looked at your phone to see Damian looking at you, waiting for an answer.

“Oh about that,” you started. “I actually don’t want to go anymore.”

Now Damian was confused.

“What? I’m confused. Your fat ass loves food. You never say no to food.”

You stop in your tracks hearing his words.

Fat ass…

Fat ass.

Fat…

Fat.

Fat!

FAT!

“I have to go,” you say. You swallow the lump in your throat as you hang up the phone on Damian, not allowing him to say anything else.

You started pacing back and forth as your mind raced with thoughts.

“Y/N! Mom said to come down for dinner!” Your sister called on the other side of your door. You lie saying you already ate and are not hungry.

~

You say right across from Damian, both looking at the menu. A waitress already came by your table to get your drinks and appetizer order. The entire time you couldn’t help but notice how slim and pretty she was, especially compared to you.

It wasn’t until Damian snapped his fingers in your face that you broke out of your trance of insecurity.

“Oh sorry,” you say slightly embarrassed. You order a water as your drink, which Damian found odd. You always got some type of lemonade drink when you two went out. He didn’t think too much of it as he ordered an appetizer for the two of you to share. You previously told him you wanted to start eating “healthier”.

As the both of you chatted you continued to look over the menu for your entree. You made a mental note of the lowest-calorie food in each category before making a decision. You were tempted to just pick the lowest calorie thing on the menu but you couldn’t risk making Damian suspicious of your new diet.

You start feeling sick at the sight of your food arriving. Your heart beats faster, your mouth starts drying, head spins. You pull yourself together, can’t have a breakdown now.

While attempting to do your signature eating-not-eating trick, you notice Damian paying a bit more attention to you. This caused you to eat more than you planned to.

After lunch, when Damian dropped you home you rushed in without even giving him a chance to say goodbye. You rush to your en suite bathroom. You pick a playlist and play it at max volume on a speaker.

“Y/N TURN IT DOWN!” Your sister yells, banging on the door, as you puke your lunch. A moment later the music stops. She yells a thank you through the door.

~

It’s been a week since you had lunch with Damian. It’s also been a week since you last ate a real meal, albeit you threw it up.

In Damian’s room, you’re both doing your homework (Damian is doing his homework while you scribble little nothings in your notebook while yapping).

“I’m going to get some water,” you declare as you start standing up. You run into Alfred who INSISTS on making you a snack. In the kitchen, you help Alfred put together a quick study break snack.

Back in the room, Damian was texting one of his classmates. He doesn’t entirely like him but he considers him one of the more tolerable students at GA.

Not Annoying Classmate: Hey Wayne 👋🏾

Do you have to do that worksheet for Ms Mijor?

Damian: No

I’m pretty sure Y/N does tho

Not Annoying Classmate: Can you ask her how she did it

I’m so confused 😭

Damian: She’s here now

I’ll check now and I’ll text you back

Not Annoying Classmate: Thanks 🙏🏾

At that moment. Damian decided to just go in your bag and get the worksheet himself. You've allowed him to before and never had a problem with it. While looking for the worksheet he finds something else.

“What’s this?” You hear Damian ask. You turn to see him holding a brochure and papers in hand.

Oh shit!

IM BACK!!!!!

Sorry I’ve been gone for so long. Ik y’all missed me 😉

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