i-put-the-goth-in-gotham

[i-put-the-goth-in-gotham]

“Work for you?”

“You look…familiar.”

— @i-put-the-goth-in-gotham

“I believe you are mistaking me for someone else, child.”

[i-put-the-goth-in-gotham]

They paused for a moment, their answer eventually coming out more as a question. “Nostalgia? I don’t have many good memories here but it was still my home.”

“You look…familiar.”

— @i-put-the-goth-in-gotham

“I believe you are mistaking me for someone else, child.”

[i-put-the-goth-in-gotham]

“They know I can handle myself. I just didn’t tell anyone I was going out, especially not so far into the city.”

“You look…familiar.”

— @i-put-the-goth-in-gotham

“I believe you are mistaking me for someone else, child.”

[i-put-the-goth-in-gotham]

“No, I shouldn’t really even be out here.” They shrugged.

“You look…familiar.”

— @i-put-the-goth-in-gotham

“I believe you are mistaking me for someone else, child.”

[i-put-the-goth-in-gotham]

“Sorry again. Oh, I got adopted. More specifically I got adopted into a family that actually loves me.”

“You look…familiar.”

— @i-put-the-goth-in-gotham

“I believe you are mistaking me for someone else, child.”

[i-put-the-goth-in-gotham]

They cleared their throat, their tone slightly more professional. “You did….And then I threw up.”

“You look…familiar.”

— @i-put-the-goth-in-gotham

“I believe you are mistaking me for someone else, child.”

[i-put-the-goth-in-gotham]

They stifled a laugh. “That was me. Sorry for that.”

“You look…familiar.”

— @i-put-the-goth-in-gotham

“I believe you are mistaking me for someone else, child.”

[i-put-the-goth-in-gotham]

“Yea, you probably don’t remember me. Uhm- two years ago, alleyway, scrawny kid in a blood splattered hoodie?”

“You look…familiar.”

— @i-put-the-goth-in-gotham

“I believe you are mistaking me for someone else, child.”

[i-put-the-goth-in-gotham]

“No we’ve definitely met before. How long have you been in Gotham?”

“You look…familiar.”

— @i-put-the-goth-in-gotham

“I believe you are mistaking me for someone else, child.”

[i-put-the-goth-in-gotham]

Chat I’m back from camp 💥

It was theater camp so everyone was annoying but fun as hell

[i-put-the-goth-in-gotham]

Y r u not goth anymore

I am still goth? I just branch out, it’s okay to find other things you’re into

[i-put-the-goth-in-gotham]

And now I’m scared…

I'm going as the Pride of Gotham City, our local cryptid myth, Batman.

[i-put-the-goth-in-gotham]

Sometimes I feel bad for not listening to goth music anymore and like I’m not goth anymore and then I realize it’s okay bc I’m still a little freak

[i-put-the-goth-in-gotham]

Me -> An asexual obsessed with Hozier

I’m listening

I lied, put your clothes back on. We're going to go into a full dissertation on the meanings behind each and every Hosier song, and perhaps even Florence + The Machine if the Lord allows it. I made a PowerPoint.

[i-put-the-goth-in-gotham]

As soon a Ceros heard her voice his eyes widened, his back perked against the wall. He jumped up, pivoting and pulling her into a tight bear hug.

“FUCK- thank goodness ya’re okay…”

They clung to her in silent, tears dripping from his eyes and seeping into the fabric of her shirt.

They pulled away, clearing their throat that was groggy from tears.

She has hated her body before, it wasn't often, but it would happen. She hasn't relapsed in months she was proud of herself, but there was one day she was bound to relapse no matter what. The day after her birthday, she had eaten so much yesterday, way too much. The food was delicious, she was grateful for all this food, but she really felt like she needed to start to lose weight. Even the Gotham Gazette thought so, comparing how she looked like when Bruce first took her in to right now, with a photo of her eating ice cream with some of her friends.

Maybe she wouldn't be so dizzy right now if she had just eaten breakfast, but thanks to the comment not even C-tier rogue said to her the other day, she definitely didn't have the stomach to eat some of Alfred’s waffles.

So here she was standing in the Manor's gym, feeling dizzy out of her mind, and bound to faint at any given moment, while the only things fueling her were gum and water. But don't worry she definitely fine

OPEN RP

[i-put-the-goth-in-gotham]

I fear you may have been neurodivergent

I also fear that this is still happening

Why did i received the bullying and not the girl who meowed in the middle of the class

[i-put-the-goth-in-gotham]

Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit.

“Sara…?? Sara?!” He held her tighter, his eyes widening. Was this what it was like when they fainted? He didn’t notice how hard he was breathing- he was hyperventilating. His hands shook like the wings of a hummingbird. He gripped his palms, making them stop their tremors for the moment as he lifted her up and into his arms.

He gently placed her into her bed. Leaving but still sitting outside the room, their hand tapped against the floor.

“Look at what ya done did now, Ceros.” He’d mumbled to himself. Their hands moving up to grip onto their locs, tugging at each side.

She has hated her body before, it wasn't often, but it would happen. She hasn't relapsed in months she was proud of herself, but there was one day she was bound to relapse no matter what. The day after her birthday, she had eaten so much yesterday, way too much. The food was delicious, she was grateful for all this food, but she really felt like she needed to start to lose weight. Even the Gotham Gazette thought so, comparing how she looked like when Bruce first took her in to right now, with a photo of her eating ice cream with some of her friends.

Maybe she wouldn't be so dizzy right now if she had just eaten breakfast, but thanks to the comment not even C-tier rogue said to her the other day, she definitely didn't have the stomach to eat some of Alfred’s waffles.

So here she was standing in the Manor's gym, feeling dizzy out of her mind, and bound to faint at any given moment, while the only things fueling her were gum and water. But don't worry she definitely fine

OPEN RP