#another neglected ask sorry...

[born2slippy]

scruffy squinty cute Alex like in the new recent. he’s getting a lot of hate for looking “old and ugly” but I love his roughed up teddy bear homeless puppy look. And he would look even more adorable in ur art style 💖

she's here and her joints pop and that's ok!

[shanklin]

Is the song you knows begun going to update again? I really love it and I’m excited to see where it goes

You know how in the fic Ford has to make everything about himself?

The bastard did it again! 😡

I also talked about it in my little rant post here, but basically I realised the fic desperately needs a little Ford intermission and now I'm trying to write something entirely new for it. 

This way I can set some stuff up for the sequel AND give poor Ford some well needed character motivation.

My goal is to make everyone in my comments, who wants Ford to suffer for his actions as well as the very few Ford defenders, mad at me. 😌🩷

So yes! I'm still working on it and it will be updated soon-ish. Stupid Ford just wants to steal the show.

So far he's failed to count to 10, lied to Stan about very important feelings and sent him away to be alone with the one true love of his life!

Thank you for the ask! 

It feels surreal that there are people actively waiting for the next chapter. Great motivation though! 🥰

[gomzdrawfr]

I'm still finding my way around here but, is there any posts that have information on your OCs backgrounds? I love Raven and Jelly already, but know there's also a couple others you have and would like to know all the things. <3

So far only Raven has a complete (well, 90% complete if we ignore plot holes) lore and background, and I'll keep it that way. I'm still working on Viktor's background but it's probably going to be very short since I want to build them in a less heavy way compared to Raven xD Here's a sneak peek of the art I'm going to use when I eventually finish the draft

For Fish, his lore is also short. A combat medic who makes life-or-death decisions with the flip of a coin and uhhhh ironically, he also thinks about ending his own life aksjaksjdkh. Long story short, he used to have a medic wife, but she died along with their unborn child, leaving him as a man who's a husk of himself. He’s the head of the medbay at his station and was supposed to pass down the role to my friend’s OC, Clover (which he was in relationship with, and had tampered his coin so tha Fish will always land the coin on heads instead of tail. Though eventually Clover moved on to another friend's OC, Fledge -> they have a whole different story and progression which you can check it out in the linked pages). Since Clover was no longer around, Fish just stayed in his position. The only thing I've yet to decide is probably if I want to make Fish related to Jelly, since Fish isn't in the cod universe, so yeah.

Another is B6, again, not much going on beside this post (some stuff is outdated lemme explain in a moment), a minor character mainly serving to explain how Raven erased her past with PMC Cobra. I think additionally he has a spider tattoo on his neck. But if you want me to describe him it's:

Okay, so the deal with B6 and Jelly, so I'm taking Jelly’s weapon-related skills and putting them on B6 (weapon modification and maintenance, these are originally B6's lore anyways). I also decided to remove Jelly’s ex-sniper background. Right now, I’m keeping her skills in cyber warfare, but I haven’t fully decided if I want her to have any major backstory. I had a whole lore behind Jelly, but as time went on I kinda just want her to be a chill OC?? LMAO??? you know just exist and be cute being Ghost's squishy fluffy hair girlfriend, so yeah

I'm sorry these are all messy af i'm an indecisive panda wheeze

[milfbrainrot]

i feel like i type so much more than is reasonable when i do talk to people but i also don't get to socialize a ton so i just have soooo many words in me and if i'm like, tired or short on time, it is so much harder to restrain to the already-pushing-it point i can sometimes manage ;-;

[dinoswordsb]

Everything you say about caves terrifies me

Caves are very terrifying it's true as for the story I left in your tags I really oversimplified it for the sake of a joke so let me rectify that (read: this ask has given me a chance to talk about a cave accident)

It's true that a group of divers went into an underwater cave system and two died. The system, the Plura system in Norway, was actually a popular diving spot from what I can tell, as you can find a dry cave system within without going too deep, but this group went much further than that. Two of them went down first and the other three allowed the sediment to clear before following. One of the first two got caught in some cords in a narrow section of the cave, panicked, and died, blocking the path for the other three and leaving the survivor between the two alone. And its believed that the second death was a direct cause of witnessing the first one. So without the appropriate equipment, the survivors either had to push past their friend or turn around and take the long way back up. Either way was risky because these accidents caused them to take longer than planned to surface, so they would have to make much longer stops on their way up or risk decompression sickness, and oxygen is very limited on these dives because you have to plan for the duration youll be down there. Luckily the other 3 survived.

Plura was closed off and became illegal to dive within because of the incident. So the reason the group returned approximately a month later wasn't for fun; they were retrieving their friends bodies out of the system. They'd been left there because the cave was deemed too dangerous to retrieve them, even for trained and experienced police divers. So they did something very risky and illegally returned to the cave they'd lost their friends in and successfully got them out. After the retrieval, the system opened back up to divers, and iirc someone even had a wedding within the dry cave system you can find down there.

It's a very very interesting story to me ^_^ I think it is endlessly fascinating the lengths people will go through to get someone out of a cave because when I think of body retrievals all I can think of is how there's none on the big mountains like everest and k2 because of how dangerous it is. I know a lot of people would say these men were stupid for doing this and maybe they were but i cant help but be a little touched by the idea of them risking everything just to save the memory of their friends. I don't really have a larger takeaway otherwise, I just think it's neat.

I did also of course summarize this quote a bit. If you have the stomach for it I definitely recommend looking more into it :]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4gaqJQ-ZPY

^video that talks about it pretty well

^really good article on the incident

[laniemae]

What are some of your favorite fanganronpas and characters from them?

Ooooh this is an interesting question.

I have had quite an attachment to the original danganronpa another I’ve just found it so charming to me and I absolutely love analysing all the themes and stuff. Especially with the theme of dedicating oneself to something, and essentially integrating it into part of your identity and for it to become toxic. And when that ideology is questioned and destroyed for it being no different from denying one’s existence. It’s a theme bought up that I still think about so regularly and there’s a lot to go into it.

Also on the topic of DRA well, there was a big incident that happened where bc I was watching Weeby’s playthrough of it I started liking Kinji and him being my favourite character only as a joke. And then he became legitimately my favourite character and one of those types of characters I can’t stop thinking about. Soooo when chapter 3 happened I was literally sobbing and crying so much and welp it was devastating. And to rant about Kinji bc I love him so much I feel like his breakdown in trial 3 goes way under the radar as people say it’s out of character and he went evil for no reason but I’ve thought about it so much lemme explain. To me how he broke down in a fury of rage is because we’ve seen Kinji constantly be stoic and isolated throughout the game and especially in his free time events it’s implied that he’s this way because he was trained to be a priest at a very young age and had to repress his emotions in favour of faith. And like repressing your emotions for such a long time especially when it was conditioned can absolutely lead to built up anger and emotional distress which finally burst in his chapter 3 breakdown. And how it was subverted that he wasn’t a typical secretly evil chapter 3 killer and rather after understanding it being a realistic response in line with his character is just so interesting. And especially how shocking the presentation was with the horrifying sprite and the slurred speech, screaming and swearing. And being in such a distressed mental state he accidentally confesses to his crime. Like I love this scene so much with Kinji and I think it goes greatly unappreciated aaaand looks like I rambled again.

Ok but another fangan I’m also super intrigued in is (he)artless deceit. Because the prolouge is already super interesting and the characters all seem to have much more going to them rather than just being typical archetypes. And especially themes present throughout the cast on how they view their ultimate talents specifically and themes of prestige ughahhhh I love running themes like that. The way it also has a side story exploring the world outside looking for the missing students happening at the same time it’s something I’ve never really seen other fangans do and it has such good potential and could absolutely make the overarching story super unique. It’s one of the beginning fangans I’m most interested in to see where it goes.

So yeah that’s my fangan ramble and edens garden chapter 1 is also coming out really soon which I’m super exited for as well

[napping-sapphic]

OKAY ALL DONE I THINK😮‍💨😮‍💨 i’m sorry again for worrying! And also sorry if i flooded anyones dash just now with all the asks i was answering i’m not great at staying on top of those😅 thank you again to everyone checking in on me or offering help i appreciate it and promise i’m doing okay now! NOW😤😤 it’s time for ICE CREAM and to return to posting about how GAY and SINGLE i am as the universe intended for me to do😤😤😤❤️❤️❤️

Editing to add: gifting you all this picture of our cat sleeping on the shirt i’m trying to wear as one last apology for all that

[theokusgallery]

Just read through the entire arsenic tag

Toxic yaoi my beloved

YIPPEEE

I'm glad you like it anon !! :D (also wow I'm not sure how long it took scrolling through the whole thing but I guess it's been less than a year so it was . Probably fine,)

[slaughterlocked]

can you hear me? / from jules! it's worried wife hours 😭

THEIR PRIOR ARGUMENT HAS LONG SINCE FADED TO A DULL IMPRINT AT THE BACK OF HIS MIND. That doesn’t mean he’s above taking impromptu naps in his study; giving Jules and himself some space after the heated words they’d exchanged barely forty eight hours ago. Is it childish, to semi - avoid his wife instead of trying to resolve their issues ? William doesn’t think so. He chooses instead to view it as the decent thing to do. Offer space, time for reflection. They can both have tempers, sometimes. Him more than anyone. Better to cool off than spark the fire again.

But he’s fuzzy - minded when Jules wakes him now, furrowing his brow as if it helps him recall better. “ What— ” He begins, and then grunts. There’s a crick in his neck, and his lower back aches from being slouched over his desk. It’s not often he has a deep sleep, but William never enjoys the aftermath ( especially not when it’s in his study ). “ Oh. Jules. ”

At least her name leaves his lips softly. He’s been struggling to even do that, these days. William stretches, stifles a yawn, and finally squints up at his wife. The lamp at his desk burns bright, but the rest of the room is cluttered with shadows and darkness. Hard to see her face. Is she still upset with him ? “ I didn’t mean to fall asleep. ” William says, unsure whether or not he needs to be defensive. Hard not to feel like he’s been cornered, even though nobody has backed him into one. “ ——— What’s the time ? ”

[foxhole-pipe-dream]

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[empress-belosbeck]

How is your day/week/month going and what is (at least) one fun fact you know?

The last couple of days have been a bit rough, but things are getting better! Talked to a friend and relaxing as I write this.

A fun fact I know is that in Deltarune if you give Noelle the Puppet Scarf(which is normally impossible because you get it after Noelle leaves your party), she says it feels like guitar strings. When Chapter 2 came out it was a random piece of flavor text, but in reality it was a connection to her missing sister, December/Dess. We found out about this when the Spamton Sweepstakes happened(a charity event where Toby Fox revealed new prizes and hints towards future chapters as more money was raised). In it we are lead to a webpage, deltarune.com/december, which is an old 404 page-not-found error message. If you change the link to deltarune.com/dess you get a red guitar on a black background. If you click on the guitar, a remix of Noelle's theme, Lost Girl, plays. People have found out that the song is called Find Her, which essentially tells us Dess did indeed go missing(it wasn't very conclusive if Dess is missing or she just left the town).

We don't know where Dess is at this point in time. The most likely place I think she is is in the unused code folder(I'm gonna have to explain that, don't I). So when Chapter 1 was released there was section of code specifically marked unused and it had a character wandering in a dark void screaming out for help. In Chapter 2 it was changed to them realizing no one can hear them but they can hear some kind of scratching. So far that's all we have but the fact that it appears to be telling a story makes people think it will actually be important later on.

[aihaloos]

This is true... except I actually do have a "bunk bed" with a desk underneath! Mine has a staircase on the side (they also act as cupboards!) instead of a ladder and (unfortunately) no curtains. There's also a bed drawer on the bottom of the staircase, so when I have a friend around we use that one. Said staircase can also be used as a bookshelf, and OH BOY was I a huge bookworm. It was always filled with books and little things I often put.

I still use the room, and I wouldn't trade it for anything else

(By the way did I mention that my desk has flower-and-butterfly-shaped lights that don't glare at your face. Yeah.

(The roof scales thing is my house-themed closet))

I am currently trying to procure a lava lamp.

remember when u were like 11 and the only thing u wanted was a lava lamp

[ohara-n-brown]

As a late diagnosed autist I will say one of the most damaging but transformative experiences I've ever had was being misdiagnosed with BPD.

Everyday my heart goes out to people with BPD.

The amount of stigma and silencing they face is astonishing and sickening.

I took DBT for years. Therapists use to turn me away because of my diagnosis.

I would be having full blown autistic meltdowns, crying for help literally - but because I was labeled as BPD ANY time I cried I was treated as manipulative and unstable.

As if the only reason I could be crying was if I was out to trick someone.

95% of the books out there with Borderline in the title are named shit like 'How to get away from a person with Borderline', 'How to stop walking on eggshells (with a person who has BPD)'

I was never allowed to feel true pain or panic or need.

That was 'attention seeking behavior', not me asking for help when a disability was literally inhibiting my ability to process emotions.

There were dozens of times where I had a full meltdown and was either threatened with institutionalization or told I was doing it for attention.

My failing relationships weren't due to a communication issue, or the inability to read social cues. No, because I was labeled borderline, my unstable relationships were my fault. Me beggong nuerotypicals to just be honest and blunt with what they meant was me pestering them for validation.

Borderline patients can't win.

And the funny thing is - I asked my therapist about autism. I told her I thought I was on the spectrum.

BPD is WILDLY misdiagnosed with those with autism and I had many clear signs.

Instead - she told me 'If you were autistic we wouldn't be able to have this conversation'. She made me go through a list of autistic traits made clearly for children, citing how I didn't fit each one.

And then she told me that me identifying with the autism community was the BPD making me search for identity to be accepted - and that I wasn't autistic, just desperate to fit in somewhere.

I didn't get diagnosed for another ten years. For ten years I avoided the autism community - feeling as if I were just a broken person who wanted to steal from people who 'really needed it'.

Because of my providers - I began to doubt my identity MORE, not less.

Ten years of thinking I was borderline and being emotionally neglected and demonized by a system meant to help me.

To this day, I still don't trust neurotypicals. Not fully.

I know I'm not borderline now - but my heart aches for them. Not for the usual stuff. But for the stigma. And the asshole doctors. And the dismissiveness and threatening and the idea of institutionalization hanging over their head.

I love Borderline people. I always will. I'm not Borderline but if you are I love you and I'm sorry.

You're not a bad person. You're not a therapists worst nightmare, you are a human with valid feelings and fears.

Borderline people I'm sorry.

[dragon-seahorse]

Kunichuuzai but it's that infamous train scene in Space Dandy. Sokoku are Dandy and Kunikida is Scarlet send post (scene in question if you've never seen it/need a reference)

[luludeluluramblings]

tbh I’m more intrigued by the idea of college-age Reader getting pregnant while unmarried still living in the manor and NO ONE has any idea who the father is (maybe she does, but she’s withholding that for now or maybe he’s not in the picture?) and it’s the biggest freak out ever. that just seems so fucking wild and potentially hilarious to me. and nobody noticing she’s pregnant until she’s farther along? or them finding out randomly?? imagine:

damian: you look pregnant. what is wrong with you.

reader: i am pregnant though

the batfam: ????????!!!!!!!!!! and then she proposes that now that she’s old enough and starting a new chapter in her life raising a baby and all she should just move out! (cue everyone disliked that meme)

Neglected!Pregnant!Reader x Yandere!Bat Family

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Part Two ☁️ Part Three ☁️ Part Four ☁️ Part Five

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A/N: Okay, I think I'm about to become a Pregnancy!Reader writer. Which, I'm not mad about. Kind think it would be fun, but I know the trope isn't for everyone. So, if it’s not your thing, I’m sorry.

A/N: Some of this is based off of things from my own pregnancies.

A/N: Oh, no. Frick, I wanna make this a series now. Check the bottom, cause I have a plot idea for this and I want opinions on it. I spiraled, this was supposed to be a quick blurb. I got carried away. Gonna build up to the yandere shenanigans because I’m turning into a writer with a million WIPs.

A/N: Tagging @skay-ali because I like their The Forgotten Daughter series.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Very minor Yandere Themes (like barely there), minor NSFW, graphic descriptions of pregnancy and medical procedures, Vomiting.

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You don't really remember that night it happened. But, it only happened once and after you swore you'd never drink again. The hangover after that night had been one of the worst of your short life.

In fact, the sticky feeling between your legs and bitter taste on your tongue had also added to your decision to swear of these college parties. Luckily, you have enough of your memory to remember that you and your partner from that night had both been willing even when wasted. Even if you couldn't remember their name. Or, their face.

It takes you a while to notice. One missed cycle wasn't anything to freak out about, and it was exam season. The stress had probably caused the nausea. It wasn't until you were heading down to breakfast one morning and smelled the burnt eggs in the kitchen that Stephanie had burnt that you realized something might be wrong.

You, of course, ignore it. It was just a fluke. Burnt eggs weren't appetizing to anyone. But, then you nearly faint walking through the perfume section after looking to restock your favorite bottle of scent.

The doctor you finally went to another week later had asked about your cycle and the last time you had been intimate with someone. That's when the reality of things started to set in. You hadn't even thought to do an at home test to check. Your doctor was kind though, saying they could just do a quick urine sample and blood test just to make sure. It might be something else.

The next few minutes felt like ages. But, when the Doctor came back to tell you the positive results you panicked. Not as in panicked as in you broke down, but you threw up a mask. You're good at doing that. You must get it from your father.

When she asks you if this is good news or bad news you can't help, but blurt that it's good. Great even. Which causes her to beam at you. Before you know it, you're being handed a complementary diaper bag with formula and tiny bottles while being given the rundown on your possible due date and future appointments. You nodded you're head along with the information, sliding the paper's into the diaper bag as she hands them to you.

But, then she turns to you with delight and tells you that the Ultra Sound tech has an opening and you're just far along enough they can do your first ultrasound. It'll only be a thirty minute wait.

After nodding along once more, you go back into the waiting room. Holding your new bag with white knuckles and falling into deep thought.

This is happening. But, how? Are you even fit to be a parent? You've hardly ever been loved. How are you going to love someone else? How are you going to do this? What will the family think? What will your few friends think? You don't even remember who their father is. This is impossible. You're not ready. You'll never be ready. That churning feeling is in your stomach again and you feel that single piece of toast you had for breakfast about to come back up.

The thirty minutes fly by with those thoughts in your head. They still swirl in your head as your go back into the ultrasound room.

It's dark, but the tech had few soft lights on in the room. Its actually kind of... cozy.

What's not cozy it the tech telling you that she's going to stick a wand up your bits so you could see the baby. Your eyes screwing shut at the cold invasive feeling.

But, when you open them, she turns the screen for you to see. It's almost amazing how fast the image appears on the screen.

And, their moving. Actually moving. You end up laughing at the sight, causing the screen to flicker and the little blob to move. When the nurse plays the heart beat you can feel yours stuttering in your chest.

Watching them bounce in there with each laugh, it’s easy for the next words to spill out of your mouth.

“Oh, I’m gonna love you.”

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Every step after that feels remarkably less lonely. It’s not just you anymore. You have someone who you’re going to love.

You don’t bother telling the Family. Bruce would just lecture you on being reckless while the other’s would judge you for it.

Honestly, you don’t care if they did. This is your baby.

Funnily enough, for a house full of detectives and highly intelligent vigilantes no one actually notices. Not even Cassandra. It’s a bit insulting how much they don’t pay attention. But, your symptoms soon make it so you don’t care.

The waves of exhaustion, the way everything smells strong and certain things make you want to gag. Heartburn that burns your throat. The subtle cravings that make you cry when you can’t fulfill them. Thankfully you finished your exams because you were too tired to even move from your bed most mornings due to strange nightmares.

Eventually, someone does notice. And, it’s not anyone you would expect.

Of all things you cried over on the pantry floor, it had to be salt and vinegar chips. They hadn’t been what you wanted, but it was too late to go get french fries and a smoothie at this hour in Gotham. And, you stuffed them down your throat with angry tears.

It was Stephanie of all people to find you. You gave her a sharp glare when she seemed to grow wide eyed. Normally you avoid her gaze, but you were quite pissed about having chips in your mouth and not fries. As her eyes grew wider, your nose wrinkled in further annoyance at her.

Just as you’re about to tell her off, she speaks.

“Do you— um, want something else?”

It’s pitiful how fast your snarl turns into a pleading pout.

“Yes, please. I want fries. I want Jokerized fries so badly.” You practically blubber when she gives you a pointed nod towards the car garage.

It takes you a bit to get off the floor despite the fact that your bump is hardly noticeable, but Stephanie noticed the extremely subtle curve.

“How far?” She asks hesitantly, looking from the bump to your face.

You also hesitant for a moment, looking up at her with tears on your cheeks and a serious look in your eyes. “14 Weeks.”

Her eyebrows raise and a wiry pout appears on her face. “Damn. You’re smaller than I was at that time, so not fair.”

The slightly surprised that information gives you almost makes you pause. But, if you had you would’ve probably toppled back down to the pantry floor.

“Explain on the way?” You ask, still a bit nervous. The two of you had never been close since you moved into the manor less than a handful of years back.

“Sure.” She grins, leading the way.

As you both walk, she whispers. “Does Bruce know?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care.”

“Ah.” Stephanie managed to hide the winces from you.

When you two finally make into the car, you’re already feeling better about life. You’re about to have your fries, and possibly a shake too. You didn’t expect to have any company, but surprisingly it’s nice.

Stephanie drives, and get the fries to go. Munching on them as Stephanie drives you back to the manor. Her sharing her own pregnancy experience.

"Wait, so Tim dated you when you were pregnant with another dudes kid? Babe, forget being me being small, you got game."

"Damn right I do." She says smugly, stuffing her own fries in her mouth. "So, um, do you wanna talk about what happened with you?"

And, just like that your mood shifts.

"No."

"Oh- Oh! I'm sorr-" She starts up, and you can tell she's assuming the worst.

"Don't you start, Stephanie." You interrupt with a pointed glare. "I don't want to talk about it because it's none of y'all's business."

That makes her cough on her french fry. "Wait, wait, what do you mean? Don't you want help?"

"Nah, I got it." Comes your stubborn reply, glaring out the window as you dip your fry into the cheesecake milkshake.

"... You should tell Bruce." She suggest after a moment of awkward silence.

"What? So he can ignore his grandchild, too?" Your filter is none existent with your hormones all out of wack.

"He doesn't ignore you-"

"Oh, yes the fuck he does." Your firmly state. Growing a bit heated. "Y'all all figgin do."

Stephanie is about to roll her eyes, chalking your words to you just being unreasonable. But, then the thought starts to creep upon her with each passing building when she realizes this is the first time she's actually hung out with you. Ever.

"I'm sorry." She murmurs to you. The silence falling over you both as the cars continues back to the manor.

"... I'm only forgiving you because you bought my fries..."

"Really?! That's all I had to do?"

"What? I was desperate for this- Wait! Hang on. Stop the car. Stop the car-"

"What? Why?! Are you- OH! Fuck!"

You ended up regurgitating up all the fries you had just eaten. Right into your lap.

"Oooo, that's nasty." Stephanie says, cracking the windows.

"Is it bad that I still want to eat them?" You mumble to her, eyeing the remaining fries.

"Please, please, wait till we get back or I'm gonna hurl, too."

"Fine." Comes your reply. Your eyes drifting shut for a moment. "If you tell anyone I'm gonna tell Cassandra about your crush on her."

"How did you- Frick, you are more like Bruce then I realize." Her voice going from panic to begrudging realization.

"Now, that's offenseive."

"Oh, come on. You're kids gonna have some of Bruce's DNA too."

"Eww. Eww. Don't remind me."

The banter between you both coming back with ease.

When you make it back to the manor, parting ways for the night. You feel at ease. You may have made have finally made a new friend in all this and gained a pillar of support.

As you shower and finish off your fries, you can't help but think about the apartments you had been looking at. Wondering what Stephanie will thinking of your nursery ideas.

Down in the cave, Stephanie slowly walks down the steps. Realizing this might have just gotten complicated.

"You okay, Steph?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.”

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A/N: Soooooo, what if, and hear me out, wee add some baby daddy drama to this?

A/N: Please note, I write a Reader that DID NOT grow up with the Bat Family, which means we could have some really really juicy drama here. But, we could just keep the options limited to just close friends of the Bat family.

A/N: What do y'all think? Baby Daddy drama? One of the Bat Boys the Daddy? One of the other vigilantes? Should I do a Baby Daddy poll? I just feel like this is an opportunity.

A/N: Also, Stephanie was a teen mom in some comics from my research. Which I think adds to this and gives her a better chance of bonding with Reader until shit goes down.

[blueivyy99]

Calm and Serenity (Part 2)

Sylus x Non!Mc

summary: you didn't know what sylus saw in you. he said you were calm, quiet and serene and that's what he needs. you believed it. he showed it. not until little miss hunter came. she's everything you're not. news that she's in danger can make the ever so calm sylus to run and leave everything behind. it made you think, would he do that for you as well?

tags: angst, romance, hurt and comfort, confused sylus, non-mc reader (this is it for now)

note: thank you for the love in the previous chapter 🥹

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It's been a month or two since the last time you've been with Sylus. It saddens you that the time you get to spend together is cut short, only seeing each other at night when he pleases to have dinner or greet you goodnight.

You asked Luke and Kieran about what's happening, but they don't know either. They just know it has something to do with Miss Hunter, about Aether Core, about something that you have very little knowledge about. You mentally noted to search about it later.

“He is very grumpy lately,” Luke said, "He was glaring at us like he wants to skin us alive whenever me and my twin are being a little louder than normal.”

"The only one safe from his anger is Miss Hunter,” Kieran added. "I don't appreciate that Boss is playing favorites in our team.”

You tried not to let out a shaky breath. Luke noticed and he had to elbow Kieran to make him shut up.

"Sorry, Y/N.”

You gave him a small smile. "It's okay. I'll try and catch Sylus one of these days. I'll talk to him.”

The twins scurry away while arguing. They think they offended you and they are passing on the blame with each other.

On normal days, it's not easy to get you offended but lately, every little thing just makes you … sensitive.

Maybe it started when you wanted that crow brooch that is neatly placed on Sylus's table …

When you asked him for it he just said, “It's for Miss Hunter,"

He took it from your hand. Albeit gently, it still weighed heavy in your heart.

You know you don't always get your way but with the little seeds of jealousy slowly growing in your heart, it's easy to feel hurt and feel neglected.

You just wanted that damn brooch and you know that he can buy another piece. Or even make you a custom-made one, one that is more inclined on your taste.

You took a deep breath.

Sylus is stressed. You know that and it's not right to add more to his burden. It's just a brooch after all.

“I-I didn't know, but when you have the time to grab one, remember me, okay?” you said.

"Next time, sweetie.” He replied and quickly went back to reading reports.

You don't know if he took your words seriously, but you have enough faith in him to trust that he did.

Or maybe the disappointment started when you wanted to go to Linkon.

There's a newly opened arcade shop that you're really itching to go.

Normally, Sylus would agree and watch you play. He's not the best when it comes to the claw machine, anyway.

So imagine your surprise when he rejected your offer. Not only that, the answer that followed chipped away at your heart little by little.

“Me and Miss Hunter already went there. It's not as fun as the other ones you've tried. You're just gonna waste your time there. Not even new plushies,” he even had the audacity to roll his eyes at that.

It seemed like he didn't think before speaking or he didn't see anything wrong with what he said.

Truthfully, there is none. The logical part of you knows he didn't say anything wrong. But for fuck's sake! Really telling your girlfriend that you went to the arcade with another woman? That's new. That's not something she expected of Sylus.

“You went with her?" you asked. You're anticipating his answer. Praying it's something logical. Something acceptable.

Please tell me it has something to do with those missions.

He looked at you, trying to see what's in your mind but you didn't show anything. Blocking any negative emotions from seeping on the cracks of your face. You tried to look as curious and as genuine as you can be.

Thankfully, he believed that.

“Yes. We went there after getting some intel around the area. She dragged me inside and she played until her heart's content. I remembered she went home with that crow plushie with a bib. She looked happy,"

You almost wanted to scoff at his face. You wanted that plushe as well, he seemed to forget about that. If it's only about the plushie maybe you can push down these negative feelings but here he is looking so endeared while saying that. As if he's not talking to his girlfriend.

Patience. Patience.

“I see. Good for her.” you said. "I also want that crow stuffed toy. Good thing to know they have them."

You tried giving him a hint. It's not like you to make anyone guess what's on your mind.

But then there's silence. And a beep on his phone. He tore his gaze away from you and your statement long forgotten.

At that point, you're holding yourself together trying not to scream and yell at him.

Maybe that's where it started. Maybe it's when you know that the distractions were not just caused by the missions but by Miss Hunter herself.

==

You sighed. It's evening and Sylus is still nowhere to be found. You texted him but you're met with silence. You wanted to call, but you hesitated. It feels like you don't have the right to do it.

Worry starts gnawing at you when Luke and Kieran hurriedly go out. They didn't even have the chance to say a proper goodbye.

Minutes kept ticking, and you heard it.

Explosions.

Your heart stopped and you wanted to run to where it was because something tells you that Sylus is there. He's in danger.

But before you can even step out of the base, Sylus's men stopped you.

“Boss’s orders to not let the Madame go out when the mission is in full swing. Please wait for him here."

You wanted to pull your hair out. You're trembling with worry but anywhere you go, someone will stop you. You can't even sneak out because that will surely trigger the alarms.

With a heavy heart you slumped on the couch.

“Fucking hell, Sylus what is happening when are you coming home!” you muttered to yourself.

You kept pacing and pacing every second seemed to last a lifetime.

Until the door opened.

And there he was, shirt torn, hair deshiveled and a few scratches on his body.

"Thank God you're alive!” you exclaimed and caught his heavy body before he lost consciousness.

"Sylus? Sylus!” you tried shaking him, but he won't wake up.

You settled him on the couch and grabbed the nearest first aid kit you can reach. Sylus might have the fastest regeneration in the world but it won't ease your worries about the small cuts that still remains on his body.

You tried suppressing your tears seeing him like this but you just can't. As you press the cotton on his cuts, you can't help but open your mouth and nag him about being careless.

“I know you think that this body is invincible, but please be careful! You need to come home to me. You have to come home to me. No matter how I'm annoyed at you right now, you don't have the rights to make me worry like this.”

“What's so important in that mission that you exhaust yourself like this? What's so important about Miss Hunter that you're willing to do such great lengths?"

You know that he can't hear you, but still you talked to him until you calmed down and ask his men to help you settle him in bed after changing him. You called the physician to check him up for anything. You kept yourself busy to shrugg of the nerves but those questions still linger in your head.

Sylus is a strategist even though he looks smug and arrogant. He carefully plans everything and tries to move in quiet only letting the results speak for themselves.

But this? This is not the usual.

Explosions everywhere and declaring a full on war with his enemies is not his style. You know that there's nothing really beneficial for him in this deal with Miss Hunter.

You managed to understand a bit about what their goals are. Getting that Aether core for Miss Hunter.

Tough mission, yes. But Sylus won't grab it if he won't benefit from it. And that's what you're left puzzled with. Sylus is a businessman, everything should be give and take.

So? What's in it for him?

==

You didn't expect the answer to voluntarily come to you. You went to his study to look for something or anything that you can help him with now that he's still unconscious when you stumbled upon a journal.

You thought it was not Sylus's. You never see him as someone who will write down his thoughts but you were dead wrong.

You opened it expecting it to be a list of things related to Onychinus, but you were greeted with phrases, sentences and some sketches about Miss Hunter.

You read each of them, it was a jumble of words. You almost thought it was a fairytale.

Past lives.

Dragon and Sorceress.

Kindred Spirits.

Energy Linkage.

Sweet Evil Trap.

All of it is too much. Too much for your poor little heart to take. And from what you understood, Miss Hunter is from his past. Someone who has a part of his soul.

Someone he waits for.

And the bitter realization although still unfounded, you concluded that maybe she's someone he still loves.

But what about you? What's your place in the grand scheme of things?

“I’m keeping you around because you’re still useful.”

Those lines ring in your ears. Sylus always say that to everyone but you. You thought that maybe you are an exception. That you're not someone disposable to him because you matter.

And as you soak up all the information that you knew, you started to doubt yourself as well.

note: aaackkk thank u for reading lemme know your thoughts! Part 3 soonest!