#id like to at least. TRY going out with someone for more than 2 dates ..

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is it aromanticism/asexuality or gender dysphoria or body dysmorphia or deep-seated self hatred or anxiety or

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Take Me to War

PT1 Friendly Fire

Streamer! Ellie Williams x reader

A writer, I think is someone who pays attention to the world. We are observers, it is in our nature to be off-putting and turn shallow things deep.

Premise: Your neighbour is becoming increasingly loud and you decide to do something about it.

PT 2 Here!

Two things I hate the most?

My neighbour and New York City.

They shared something in common, they never rest. I liked my quiet life in my small town until I was convinced that all of the greatest writers lived in the city, what a joke. I sold my virtue to move to New York and now my body burned with the shame of not belonging.

I worked as a journalist and in advertisement but it didn't fill the gaping mass that consumed me, I felt like a sellout so I quit to do freelance, and now I feel like even more of a sellout. Freelance is making me think that I hate ghostwriting more than I hate my neighbour and New York City.

It's like you do all of the work and get zero reward but I'm desperate to pay the bills and all that stuff I've been telling myself all my life 'I may never be a rich man but the rich man will never have me' well, the rich man most certainly had me. I was paid an almost criminal amount of money to pour my soul into art just for it to get stamped beneath a new name and make a gross income six times the size of what I sold it for.

I look for happiness everywhere but I do not find it. I search for it in things everyone seems to pry joy from; I go clubbing, walk in Central Park, and date around, but happiness doesn't seem to exist there for me.

I plead for it in my morning cups of tea with a spoonful of honey, the sunshine glittering in a puddle after a rainstorm, for a brief moment, it flickers in the light of my cinnamon-scented candle. The truth is I am almost comforted by my sadness and it is in my lowest moments that my creations are the most beautiful, it is like I am dead and I despise those who aren't for I enjoy the company of my silence more than anyone I have ever met.

It was my dream for my name to be above 'New York Times Best Selling Author' but instead, it is just my work beneath it and maybe that's why I'm so bitter.

Right now as I am trying to salvage the bits and pieces I was given by a washed-up pop star for her memoir my neighbour is screaming and laughing incoherently in their apartment, it makes me miss living in an actual house.

The noise usually started up when I would finish up my writing and get ready for bed, then it would go all the way through the night. The dumb fucker probably threw parties every single night; my roommate never faced an issue with this as she worked at a club and was usually working when the deafening noises would begin.

I on the other hand who lived in that apartment and worked from that apartment was always cursed to listen to the random thumps and spats of laughter that sounded all through the night. At least once a night when I'm sound asleep, I hear a bang against the wall and each time without fail, I'm brought awake with my heart thumping.

Trust me, I have retaliated.

On occasion when I'm sleep-deprived and at my absolute limit I'll bang on the walls, that only stops the noise for a minute. I've even complained to my landlord and that one week was heaven until it eased back to the clamour that I've almost grown used to.

Almost.

I still hate it.

I'm broken from my thoughts when my phone rings, it vibrates till it's almost at the edge of my desk and I feel for it; don't worry buddy, I wanna jump too. I read the caller ID and I almost wanted to gag, it was a woman from the publishing company who reached out to me and asked me to write Nicole Elliot's novel. Despite wanting to throw my phone against the wall to stop Noemi's constant checkups and get back at my neighbour while I'm at it, I answer the phone "Hey, Noemi!" I glance out the window where the winter sun has long set, leaving nothing but billboards, street lamps and neon signs to light up the New York night. Under the unforgiving lights I can barely make out the gentle snowfall.

"Hey," She draws it out and I can hear in her voice that she is smiling "I know it's a little late, just checking in, how is the draft coming along?" A loud thump sounds against my wall along with intolerant cackling "What's that?"

"Just some street noise," I dismiss "Anyways, the draft is coming along great, I'm a couple thousand words away from finishing it. I will of course send it to you and I would really love it if you could reach out to Nicole and ask for her opinion on it before I carry on with the final copy," I give a middle finger to my wall, even if my neighbour can't see me, it makes me feel a little bit more formidable "I did follow her outline, which was difficult but I think I salvaged it pretty well."

This time there is a yelp from my neighbour and what sounds like someone slamming their hands down onto a table, Noemi thankfully ignores it "You haven't been in touch with Nicole?"

My eyebrows furrow "She hasn't responded to any of my emails and she's been turning down all of our scheduled Zoom calls, so no, I have not been in touch with her."

"Weird," Noemi comments and there is a brief break of silence between us "She's been M.I.A on our end too," I could hear her scribble something down. "So can you get the draft to me by Friday?"

Two days? If I lock myself inside and don't see the sun then I totally can "Absolutely!" I do work better under a deadline.

"Great," She sounds almost relieved "We will hunt down Nicole, it would be nice to get her greenlight with this but whether or not she approves it, she has already signed off and it will be going to print."

"Okay," I fight the urge to respond with 'sick' or 'aight' because I'm an adult now and someone who is masquerading as a professional.

"Sorry, what was that you mentioned about an outline?" Noemi asks, she sounds more confused with each word "I wasn't aware Nicole made any-

She is swiftly cut off by a crash from the other side of my wall, when I say crash I mean it. It sounded like someone just bodied their car into drywall. My eyes went wide as I saw a crack splitting up my once pristine white wall. I hold my phone against my collarbone as I get up and pound my fist against the wall, giving it a kick for extra measure.

"Is everything alright?"

"Certainly," The nice thing about phone calls is that the person on the other end can't see your awkward habits or subtle outbursts (Or neighbours breaking through your shared wall). After I hit the wall, everything went silent for just a second before laughter sounded heavily from multiple people. "Noemi, thank you for sourcing me out to write this, I am really grateful for this opportunity I will send you that draft on Friday." I try to wrap up the call but she speaks up.

"Well, I've read your work and I was very impressed, I trust you will do well with this. Sorry to have called you so late-

"Thanks, have a nice night now!" I'm talking faster than I can even think, the only thing in my head is the fact that my neighbour is slowly deteriorating my wall.

"Wait-

Before Noemi can finish her sentence, I've hung up the phone. I'm leaning back in my cushy office chair, hands gripping my hair as I stare down the newly formed crack in the wall. I don't entirely like to be confrontational, even in school I hated drama, but I was beginning to think it was necessary.

I saved the progress I had made on the memoir and pushed myself up from my desk. I was clad in nothing more than a t-shirt and some plaid pants, it was my writing attire and in the moment I didn't care much to make a good first impression. It was fucking freezing the second I got up from my desk.

The moulding on my bedroom window was broken which allowed the frigid New York air to slip into my room and make me shiver with each breath. At my desk, I would usually have a throw blanket to shroud my freezing body but the moment I discarded it, I felt regret. I almost wanted to wrap myself in it to confront my neighbour but the pyjamas alone didn't help me look tough.

I did however shove my feet into some cow slippers and march right up to their apartment.

Apartment 2D stood in front of me, the pastel blue door making me angrier with every second that I looked at it. I rapped my knuckles on the wood and crossed my arms to stop me from shuddering.

My nerves built up as I slowly heard a door within the apartment shut followed by footsteps leading to the door. I would just ask them politely to quiet down and calmly work on a way to fix the shared wall that they are slowly ruining.

The door opens and staring me down is a woman. I had expected it to be a man to be truthful. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, the colour teetered on the verge of auburn and brown. The woman is clad in a black tank top and grey sweatpants, it's almost parallel to my outfit.

"You need to be quiet," I say the first words that come to mind "And stop assaulting my fucking wall."

She sucks a sharp breath through her teeth "Are you apartment 3D?" She asks to which I nod "I knew you would be stopping by soon." She has this sheepish and almost sardonic smile on her face and despite the amusement she's portraying I can see sadness brewing in her green eyes like a storm.

"I don't know what you're doing in there where you are up all night, I don't even have a clue how you sleep and work with all this time to spare to be a nuisance." I say and then swiftly feel the urge to backtrack "I'm sorry, that was a little rude, but mate, I can't sleep or work when you're being loud doing whatever you do."

"Fuck," She mutters looking back into her apartment and then at me "I'm sorry, I'll keep it down."

"What about the wall?"

Her eyes look me up and down, settling on my cow slippers "I'll find someone to fix the wall."

I press my lips tight together, looking dead into her eyes, scraping my brain for something else to say. It was almost like I wanted to fight. I had expected this to be a full-out conversation that ended in yelling but god she was pretty and she was telling me just what I wanted. "Okay."

"Okay?"

I regard her once more with what I assume is a cold glare before ushering back into my apartment and slamming the door behind me, the whole time, my neighbour watches me from her doorway.

That was the first night of uninterrupted sleep I'd had in a month.

-

I woke up earlier than I would've liked when my roommate Margot came home from work at 4:56 on the dot. She made sure to slam every single door and cupboard before throwing herself onto her bed in all of her makeup and musty clothes that had to endure whatever happens at a nightclub between the hours of 8 pm and 4 am, which I can't imagine is very clean.

Still, even though I was a little ahead of schedule I fell into my morning routine. It started with ignoring my phone, this was followed by a mug of Bengal spice tea with a teaspoon of honey and a splash of cream.

Sometimes I would curl up on the couch, though it snowed last night and I loved fresh snow. Freshly fallen snow absorbed sound, it was like soundproofing for the earth. There wasn't anything like the rare peace you could find in New York. I figured I would have my morning tea on the fire escape.

My peaceful image was destroyed the second I pried my window open and crawled through I was hit with the intense smell of pot. "Shit," I mutter, instinctively wafting the scent away from my nose.

"Sorry, man," I see my neighbour leaning against the railing of the fire escape, nursing a joint. It hadn't crossed my mind that I shared a level of the fire escape with her, I had never seen her out here but now the smell of weed that drifted through the damaged moulding on my window made sense, I had always assumed it to be Margot.

"Joint for breakfast?" I ask, half-joking. A dusting of powdery snow adorns each step and railing, creating a delicate layer of white that contrasts with the industrial gray of the metal though it looks like my neighbour has pushed all of the snow off the platform.

"Nah, for dinner I guess, it helps me sleep," She's in the same outfit from last night, except her hair is now loose around her face and she threw a hoodie over her tanktop.

I furrow my eyebrows "You've been up all night?" The slight tension from the previous night has dissolved completely.

"Yeah," She says it like it was a stupid question and it partially was but I hadn't stayed up that late since New Year only because I was the designated driver and was in charge of getting everyone home safe. "I don't sleep much, that's probably why I keep you up all night."

I mean, I'd let her keep me up in other ways "Honestly, I've gotten used to it, it's almost like white noise." I try to sympathize even if it isn’t necessarily true.

"Next time I'm loud, you have every right to bang on my door and chew me out." She takes a drag from her joint and I watch as the smoke escapes her lips, her cheeks tinted pink from the cold.

"Good to know," I glance behind her at the open window and all I see are purple LED lights cutting through the darkness of her apartment. "Now I know that we share a fire escape I'll just crawl through your window and yell at you that way," I joke, taking a sip from my snoopy mug.

This makes her laugh in the slightest, she crushes what remains of her joint on the cold railing and tosses the bud into the pot of a dead plant that's covered in snow and has lived on this fire escape long before I moved in; one time I just about removed it but I felt bad, it's like I was evicting it from its rightful home "Feel free."

"Am I allowed to ask why you're up all night breaking the sound barriers?" I ask, pulling my fuzzy robe tighter around my body to fight the bitter air. "Are you the leader of a cult? Would it be better for the world in the long run if I push you right now?"

The corners of her lips curl up into a smile once again "You've figured me out, just know I've got some big plans with Koolaid," She plays into my teasing.

"It was flavour-aid, actually." I don't know why I said that.

"What the fuck is flavour-aid?"

"Koolaid basically," Silence stretches between us "So what do you actually do all night?"

"It's a bit complicated," She says, of course, it was complicated. "I work from home," She couldn't do something normal, she probably did voice acting or ran a podcast or some weird shit like that.

"Sick," Don't worry, I made myself cringe when I said that too "I work from home too."

"Yeah, you said something about work last night, are you in marketing?"

I shake my head "I'm a writer," every time I tell someone that, I feel a twinge of embarrassment. I know it wasn't a noble career like my parents had hounded me over, but it felt noble to me. I had two absent parents and was raised by a pack of wolves, I would devour as much food as fast as I could because I didn't know when I would be eating next. I was far too emotional to be around all of the narcissists who preferred their own faces to my company, the only friend I had was the written word.

Since then I have been serving my soul up to strangers through word documents.

The thought makes me homesick for the arms that did not hold me and I truly expect my neighbour to make a mockery of me, the way others have. The way they've told me 'It's a tough industry but hang in there!' and pat me on the back like I'm a hopeful child clinging to her mother's skirts.

"That's really cool," She smiles while she gazes out to the skyline, I can see her perfect side profile and ski-slope nose "I wanted to be a writer, I thought myself to be a poet, and then I thought myself to be a scientist and wanted to be an astronaut. Now, I'm here."

"Where's here exactly?"

"Working things out, figure it out as I go," She shrugs like she is unsure of her answer.

I think it's beautiful how everything around me has been touched by human hands and carries so much history. For a quick moment, my mind wonders to those who built this building, the calloused hands that crafted the iron railing and now my neighbour who was leaning against it. "What's the end goal with this whole freefall thing?"

"To make it out alive."

"And your name?"

"It's Ellie."

-

That night Ellie stuck to being quiet as she promised. The next night was a different story. I was so close to finishing the draft of Nicole Elliot's memoir and was praying that the deadline would pass with no issue.

However, the noise began again. I was coming around to like Ellie and I didn't want to go yell at her again so I shoved my headphones in and turned up my playlist as loud as I could. There is no song I can blast in my headphones to drown it out.

She did say that the next time I was loud I could come and chew her out, I wouldn't do that; I would just knock on her door and quickly tell her that she was being too loud, and then we would both carry on with our respective work.

I stopped in front of the smooth door and raised my hand to knock. Ellie slips the door open just a crack, when she sees that it's me she opens the door. "Hey, Ellie."

"Hello," She smiles "To what do I owe the pleasure?" She had a very nice smile.

We both know the circumstances of my visit but I spell it out anyway "Dude, you're way too loud, it's disruptive and I'm working under a deadline."

"I know, I'm sorry." She looks genuinely apologetic.

"I don't know any office job that needs you to scream for hours on end," Alright, that blows what could've been a simple visit where she apologizes and I leave, I always had to add on.

"Right, sorry," She carries herself with so much confidence that it is like she is wearing armour made of gold though she has these subtle awkward tendencies of someone who has never been loved and was forced to improvise. "It's hard to explain,"

"Yeah, you've said-

"Do you wanna come and see?"

I'm taken a little aback and for a minute I think this is all a ploy for Ellie to lock me in her her apartment and kill me because she is sick of her neighbour banging on her door "What?"

"Well, you've asked a couple of times and if you have a minute I can show you."

I pause, mauling over her proposal. I think of my laptop on my spruce desk, open to the final pages of the memoir and I make up my mind "Alright, just not too long."

"If you say so," Ellie opens the door wider for me to move past her and then shuts it behind us.

Ellie's apartment is what I had expected from her even though it is surprisingly nice. She has a large L-shaped sofa in the living room adorned with throw blankets and pillows and a huge flatscreen with a coffee table in front of it. The layout is exactly like mine but inverted, her open kitchen has some odd knick-knacks that looked like they belonged on an Amazon must-haves list.

I don't go into her bathroom and the door leading to one of the rooms (What is equivalent to Margot's bedroom) is shut. The apartment itself is pretty sparse aside from little bits and pieces as she only moved in a month prior.

On the left side, I see that purple LED spilling out of what I assume to be her bedroom.

She walks in ahead of me and the second I follow in after her there is one question I have to ask "Ellie, are you a porn-star?" There are entirely too many computers in here. Her desk is set up with one of those fancy triple-screen PCs and she has a laptop placed seemingly randomly on a white loveseat that's pressed against the right wall.

There is one of those galaxy lamps that projects that trippy shit onto your walls and ceiling. The screen of her PC is facing our shared wall and I can see a huge hole where I assume that a loud crash from the other night occurred. Plastered all over the walls are posters from video games and movies, many of which I hadn't seen.

"What?" She sounds nearly offended "No," she grabs a folding chair from the corner of the room and unfolds it beside her black florid office chair. She sits on the folding chair and motions for me to sit in the office chair. "Come, sit."

I hesitantly sit in the chair "Are you going to attack me now?" I ask, getting defensive for no particular reason other than it was in my nature "Because I've read The Outsiders and I'm pretty sure I can fight."

She chuckles "I'm not gonna fight you."

"Because I'd win?"

She furrows her eyebrows but has this look of amusement on her face "Yeah, definitely."

"So what is this?" I motion around at all of her equipment.

Ellie puts one earbud in then hand me the other "Chat," She says, looking dead at the camera clipped onto her PC "This is my neighbour who came to yell at me for being annoying, she has every right."

"Who are you talking to?"

"I'm streaming," She said, clicking something on the screen so it changed, instead showing Ellie and I in front of the camera, I looked absolutely lost next to a rolling chat bar full of jokes that I didn't understand and people saying hello to me.

"So I was right," I turn my attention to Ellie "You are an internet person."

"Yeah, I'm an internet person but you weren't right, I don't do porn."

"Not yet," I shrug "Times are desperate," To this, the chats come in even faster than before. "So do you just sit here all night and scream at people?"

"I play video games and do challenges, sometimes I do just sit here and scream at them."

"That makes so much sense," I say "If there's any job that needs you to be obnoxiously loud and annoying, it's a youtube personality."

"Okay, well-

"So you're like Logan Paul?"

Her eyes go wide "No-

"What explains why your eyes are so bloodshot."

"You are a writer," She says it like it's a fact I wasn't aware of "You are in no place to judge, you probably spend as much time in front of a screen as me."

I nod "I hate to say you're right," My attention shifts to the hole behind me "Can you explain how playing video games put a hole through the wall?"

Ellie looks almost embarrassed, she doesn't say anything in response, instead, she just clicks something to screen share with us in a little box in the corner and then goes into YouTube. She types in 'Ellie Williams falls through wall' My eyebrows furrow as I read it, and she clicks the first video that pops up.

The video starts off strong; Ellie is cackling at something that her friend off-camera is saying, her friend then makes a comment that makes her laugh even harder and she throws herself back in her chair. This act breaks it, you can hear the chair snap beneath the pressure and Ellie just lets it happen as the chair crashes against the wall. Her eyes go wide when she realizes she's just put a massive hole into the wall and seconds later you can hear me on the other side banging my hands on the wall. Her eyes go wide and she stares at her friend off-camera, all of the laughter stops abruptly before her friend can't hold it in anymore and erupts in chortles, and the video cuts off.

My hand flies over my mouth to fight back the laughter I so badly want to let out. Ellie and I sit wordlessly, the only sound being donations on the screen and my giggles slipping through. Eventually, I manage to compose myself and look to Ellie, I don't have much to say except for "Oh my god."

A/N: Streamer! Ellie won the poll so here we are. As I was drafting out the other chapters for When I Was Your Girl, I decided that it is most likely to be discontinued unless I do a rewrite which will not be in the near future. I’m not rocking with the plot and there was a lot of mixed feedback, sorry if you were invested I guess, but you have this series to be invested in now!

[rapz-rites]

Demon Spawns

Damian Wayne x Powered!Fem!Reader

When your’s and Damians future kids come to the present

A/N: Inspired by @cipheress-to-k-pop version of this. Please give me some feedback, it’s always appreciated :3

Word Count: 2500+

Warnings: mentions of a miscarriage, was lightly proofread and revised

Future

-Honestly, it’s not Mar’i’s fault

-You needed someone to watch the twins as you and damian had to go away on a business trip for a few dayside hours hours and I

-Mar’i eagerly accepted

-Yes, she knew she wasn’t supposed to bring the twins to the cave but she didn’t think this would happen

-The worst she expected was that they broke on of Tim’s gadgets

-She didn’t expect them to accidentally send themselves to the future

-You were going to kill her

-Mar’i did the only thing she could think of at the moment, call her best friend, White Rabbit, aka Lian Harper, to help her get them back

Present

- You and Damian had been dating for a year already

-You really loved him

-After 3 years of knowing him and 2 months of dating, it was only a matter of time until you both found out about each other

-Damian being Robin didn’t entirely surprise you, it just made a lot of sense

-The constant disappearing, the odd phone calls, the weird excuses

-At least he wasn’t cheating (Damian would NEVER cheat)

-Growing up adopted you never knew your birth parents, just that they had to have been metas because you have powers

-You had powers like Kori and more, you even kind of looked like her

-People joked that you could have been her daughter before she came to Earth

-Those jokes make her uncomfortable

-You thought everything about her was interesting: she’s heir to the thrown on Tamaran, her sister sold her, she’s been married 4 other times, and even the fact that she 9 stomachs

-Today was a normal day at the Manor

-Everyone was just chilling in the BatCave

-Bruce and Tim were working on a case on the BatComputer

-To you, everything in the BatCave started with a ‘Bat’

-BatKeys

-BatSeat

-Your secret name for Alfred was Batler (Bat + Butler )

-Dick and Kori we flirting talking by the weapons

-And you were watching Damian train with Jason

-Watching Damian train was one of your favorite pastimes whenever you were in the cave

-Suddenly a bright light purple light flashed in the middle of the cave, right between Damian and Jason as they were jumping to attack each other,

-The light startled them, causing then the jump back

-All the heroes prepared themselves in a fighting stance

-Next thing everyone knew, two small babies, a girl and boy, were in the middle of the cave

-They looked like they could be twins, but you couldn’t say for certain from where you were standing

- Everyone was surprised, two random babies just appeared out of nowhere

-“Aye, Big Bat. Bet you don’t have a protocol for this, do ya?” Jason says trying to break the silence

-The two babies looked around confused

-They couldn’t be older than a 9 months

-Last they checked they were with Mar’i in the BatCave, now they were in the BatCave with strangers they didn’t recognize

-BOOM, waterworks

-“I’ll go and get Alfred” Tim said dashing up the stairs

-Everyone knew he was probably the least qualified to deal with children, mainly because he’s always sleep deprived

-Naturally the two most recent parents went and scooped one up

-“How did they get here?” Dick asked rocking the girl in his arms

-They both calmed down a bit looking at the person holding them and back at each other and back at the adult

-They stopped crying, but were still fussing

-“While they’re like this let’s get saliva for a DNA test to find out who their parents are”

-Bruce took two swabs and collected saliva from each of the babies

-After, Dick and Kori passed the babies around to see if anyone could calm them down

-It wasn’t until Bruce handed you the little boy that he stopped crying, cooing in your arms and little hands reaching for your face

-Jason stopped, looked at Damian, and questioned if it would be the best idea to hand a baby to him

-“Is handing Damian a crying baby the best idea?”

-“Probably not, but it’s the only idea we have” Dick responded

-Handing the baby girl to Damian, she looked at him and stopped fussing, smiling at the face in front of her

-“Never thought I’d see the day” Jason chuckled

-“What do you think their names are?” Kori asked gaining everyone’s attention

-“How about we get in a circle, go in a circle calling out random names and see who they go to” you spoke

-Everyone nodded and hummed in agreement

-You and Damian placed the babies on the floor jointing everyone else in the circle

-Before you could call the first name, a voice interrupted you

-“After this game, I believe you will be needed these”

-The voice belonging to none other than Alfred said

-Tim decided to join the circle at that point

-“Thank you” you called out

-Alfred gave you a small smile and nod before heading up the stairs

-You all started with your little game ‘Name the Babe’

-“Makayla”

-“Isaiah”

-“Nick”

-“Elizabeth”

-After 5 minutes of calling names and receiving no reaction from the babies, a ding

-It was from the BatComputer, signaling the results from the DNA test

-Dick and Kori

-Bruce opened the test and everyone had a face mixed with shock and confusion

-Under ‘FATHER’ was a picture of Damian

-”The Demon spawn had a spawn.”

-Under ‘MOTHER’ was a question mark and underneath it was ‘match not found’

-You turned to Damian with a look a shock, confusion, and… betrayal and one that said ‘please don’t tell me you cheated on me’

-Damian took a step towards you, and you took a step back

-You rushed up the stairs heading into the manor

-Damian rushed after you

-“This makes no sense. Damian has only ever been with anyone other than YN and Raven”

-“And he’s not the type for random hookups”

-Bruce checked the database and noticed he didn’t have yours or Ravens DNA in the system

-“Kori contact Raven and have her come to the BatCave”

-“Bart!” Tim shouted

-“What? Haven’t you been paying attention, Damian is the father not Bart” Jason retorted

-“I know that! But Bart’s from the future. Who says the babies can’t be too?”

-Back in the manor, Damian was looking all over for you

-Your car was still parked in front, so you were somewhere in the manor

-Fifteen minutes later Damian found you on his bed, facing the window, looking at the garden

-You’ve always loved how Damian’s room faced the garden

-He slowly walks towards you until he’s also on the bed

-“Beloved-”

-“I was pregnant”

-“What? When?”

-“Four months ago. I lost the baby early on, I didn’t even know until I went to the ER. I thought it was food poisoning from that Thai place I went to with Steph and Cass, but they told me I had a miscarriage. I was 3 weeks”

-“Why didn’t you tell me?”

-“I didn’t know how and I was somewhat relieved. I always told myself I’d wait until I was married to have kids. Also we can’t raise a kid now Dami. We’re only 21 and you work in a dangerous field.”

-You put your foreheads together, caressing his cheek with your hand

-Damian just wrapped his arms around you, pulling you down, forcing you to lay with him and you accepted his embrace

-“Todd messaged me”

-“What did he say”

-“Tim come to the conclusion that the babies most likely came from the future and father doesn’t have yours or Raven’s DNA is the system, Raven is on her way so they can run the test again”

-“And if they’re not mine”

-“Let’s not worry about that right now”

-After an hour of silence and Damian just holding you, you both make your way back to the BatCave hand in hand

-Raven, and even some League members, are now there too

-“Can I see the little ones” Diana asked with a smile on her face

-She has always had a soft spot for children

-“Careful. She just ate” Kori informed her, handing Baby Girl over

-While you and Damian were gone, Tim made the executive decision to call them Baby Girl and Baby Boy until the mother was determined

-“Awww, so precious”

-The Themyscrian rocking the small baby in her arms

-Baby Girl soon became fussy, most likely from Diana’s cuffs

-Diana handed the baby off to Raven

-It made sense

-We were here to see if you or Raven would be their mother (yk that motherly connection)

-Once Baby Girl was in Ravens arms she quickly calmed down, almost as quickly as she did with Damian

-You didn’t show it, but you felt a pang in your heart

-Damian just squeezed your hand lightly but you couldn’t take your eyes off Raven and Baby Girl

-Bruce spoke up, breaking you out of your trance

-“I need both of you to get a good saliva swab”

-You and Raven both did as told

-“Here. My arms are getting numb” Dick says handing Baby Boy to you

-You smile at the tiny human in your arms

-After 10 of waiting, a BatComputer dinged

-Bruce went to open the results

-Damian standing right behind him, and you and Raven on each side of him

-On the screen where a picture of the babies

-When did they take that picture?

-The babies were at the bottom middle and above them was the same picture of Damian as earlier and under ‘MOTHER’ was a picture of…

-You

-WAIT! How did they get that picture?

-You were too happy to question that

-“Happy to say that Baby Girl and Baby Boy are Y/N’s and Damian’s ”

-“Thank Azarath”

-You laughed at Raven, she pulls you into a hug

-“These babies are so adorable but I don’t think I’m cut out to be a mother. I’ll gladly babysit though”

-“Wait. You guys have been calling them Baby Girl and Baby Boy?”

-No one other than Wally West would ask that question

-“Come one. You can think of something better to call them”

-Before you could say something, Damian stepped in

-“Actually we already know their names”

-You smiled

-You handed Baby Boy to Damian

-“This is Soren Jackson Wayne”

-“Jackson after Drake”

-You walked over to Raven, who was holding a sleeping Baby Girl, and picked her up

-“And my gorgeous daughter. You are Jaylena Mariah Wayne. Jaylena inspired after Jason but means blue crested bird aka Nightwing. For that time you both saved me”

-You and Damian make eye contact not breaking it even when the others spoke

-Dick and Jason both smiled

-Jason punched Roy’s side

-”See that. Demon spawn named his spawn after me”

-“Don’t worry father we plan on naming the next ones after your mother and father”

-You looked away quickly,

-Bruce had a shocked look on his face

-“There’s going to be more?!”

-Jason could already see it: A demon army

-Suddenly another bright light flashed in the middle of the BatCave

-Everyone but you and Damian had a fight stance ready

-Bruce and Dick stood in front of you and Damian

-Two people now stood in the middle of the BatCave, they looked like vigilantes

-One was dressed in all white, with a matching white masked with bunny ears falling along her wavy ginger hair

-The other, well anyone could tell who she was

-Mar’i Grayson

-“Hi mom. Hi daddy”

-The girl in all white removed her mask as she walked towards Roy giving him a big hug

-“Hi dad”

-It was obvious to say that Dick, Kori, and Roy were baffled

-It wasn’t even a few hours ago they saw their daughters in the care of Barry and Iris, playing along with the other superhero kids

-Now they were teenagers, vigilantes at that too

-Mar’I was walking towards you with a pleading look

-“Sis”

-Sis?

-Mar’I never called you sis

-She always called you this funny tamaranean name she heard from Kori, it’s supposed to be a pretty flower but dangerous or something

-“I am so so so so so sorryyyyy. I know you told me not to bring them to the BatCave by myself but it was only for a minute to get something. I didn’t think they would get sent to the past. I put Sor and Lena down for a second then boom they’re gone. Please don’t kill me”

-She turns to Kori and Dick

-“Please don’t ground me”

-You step towards her

-“I can tell you didn’t want this to happen and I know my future self will probably get on you for this. So just please, please get my babies home safely”

-Mar’i nodded eagerly as you handed her Jaylena

-“I promise. I really don't want to be on the LoA’s bad side” she chuckles

-Damian looked slightly confused at the remark

-He gave Soren to Lian, staring her down with a look that says ‘drop or hurt my son, I’ll hurt you’

-“Daaaaddd”

-“Stop scaring my daughter Damian”

-“Tt”

-“Anyways… Congrats on your…nevermind” Mar’i stops when she noticed your promise ring that Damian gave you

-Soren looks at Mar’i, reaching for her but found it no use when Lian wouldn’t let him

-He looked upset

-As he started fussing a blue power orb slowly started to form about a foot above him

-Thinking of only your kids safety, you quickly absorbed the energy

-“Our kids have powers?” Damian asked in shock

-Naturally you were in shock too

-You barely knew the full extent of your powers compared to other metas your age, and now at least one of your kids will have them too

-“At the moment only Soren does. He uhm… does that sometimes. So far it only happens when he’s mad or extremely fussy.”

-Lian’s watch starts beeping

-Before she can even open her mouth Mar’i talks

-“We really have to go now”

-Damian walks up next to you, placing a hand on your waist

-“Bye Uncle D. Bye bye sis”

-Again with the sis?

-You and Damian give a small wave goodbye

-Just like that, with a flash, they’re gone

-Everyone goes their respective ways

-Tears start to well in your eyes when it’s just you and Damian in the BatCave

-“Let’s go to bed, Beloved. It’s been a long day”

-You follow him to his room and you both go to sleep

-That night you dream about your future with Damian, Jaylena, and Soren

Back to the Future(hehehe see what i did there)

-“Great! They’re still sleeping. We can get them to bed before Y/N and Damian get home”

-Mar’i was ready for this day to be over

-She knew she would get hell from you and Damian for what happened

-“Oh. We’re home. What happened?”

-Hearing your voice, Lian took that as her que to hand Soren over to Damian and hop out

-Mar’i turns around to see you and Damian dropped head to toe in LoA attire

-“Uncle D. Sis. Back already?”

-Damian walks over to Mar’i also taking Jaylena in his arms

-He walks over to you, with both twins in his arms, placing a kiss on your temple

-“I’ll put them to bed while you deal with Mar’i”

-With that Damián walks up the stairs into the manor

-“Before you blow a fuse, I know I shouldn’t have brought the twins to the Cave but I had no choice. I couldn’t leave them upstairs by themselves. As soon as they flashed to the past I immediately got help to go get them. And I almost ruined your proposal surprise but i didn’t so that’s something. I promise this will never ever EVER happen again”

-“Go home”

-“What?”

-“Go home. It’s late and we’re all tired. We’ll talk tomorrow”

-“Oh ok”

-You retire to yours and Damian’s shared bedroom as Mar’i leaves

-“What did you tell her”

-“To go home and we’ll talk tomorrow. You know she almost ruined your proposal”

-“Not surprised”

-You slip into bed, cuddling up next to Damian, head on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around your waist

-You bring your left hand up admiring your engagement and wedding rings

-“It was a great proposal”

-“Damn right it was”

-You chuckled

-You look up at a sleeping Damian, admiring the man he grew to be

-Physically he’s always been attractive, but he grew mentally and emotionally

-He wasn’t the same boy who entered the manor when he was 10, emotionally and mentally detached from everyone, doors and windows shut to everyone, stubborn as a mule

- Actually, Damian will always be stubborn

- You both grew to care deeply for each other

… after writing for about 15-20 minutes I decided I wanted to make a part 2 but of the proposal…😚

I kinda want to make another version, the kid is like a teen. Should I???

Should I write why Mar’i called the reader ‘sis’?? Wouldnt y’all like to know? Do you have any ideas?

[felixsramen]

Yours Truly

This is part 7 to my Skz poly fic. This part hits close to home because I identify as poly and some of these were similar to my thoughts when I had came out and when I first had feelings for multiple people.

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Warnings: mentions of self doubt, mentions of homophobia

You sat in your room looking in the your mirror legs crossed. Were you a terrible person? Was ringing in your head. You felt like you were. You hadn't known the boys long yet you felt as if you were forcing your way into their lives. You had slept with 2 of the guys and gave head to another.

Yet they had asked you on a date. Maybe they felt like you did. Or maybe they just wanted to fuck you. You weren't against that but it also didn't sit right with you considering your feelings.

But they also didn't seem like the type to fuck and dump you. It was a constant battle in your head and you had sat here in your room contemplating it after you had been dropped off. 5 hours had passed at this point which felt like 5 minutes.

Your phone sitting near you an excuse already typed up yet you didn't have the courage to press send. It was killing you sitting here in the dark the only light being your little lamp on your nightstand.

You had never thought of being in a poly relationship. Yet you couldn't help your feelings. There was always the doubt in your head what if they didn't like you as much as Felix said. What if they did like you as much as they said what would you did then?

What would your parents think? They had already knew you weren't straight. They accepted you for that but would they accept you having more than one partner? Your dad had always made it clear he didn't care as long as your partner didn't hit you or hurt you in any way physically or emotionally.

He accepted you for that but would he accept your feelings for the 8 boys. Your mom had known you weren't straight before you even knew your sexuality.

Then you remember when you had came out to your family. They had shunned you and stopped inviting you to family events yet your parents stood beside you.

Your own cousin had told you to your face you were an disappointment. You had cut off all your family for that reason.

You do however remember your one cousin who was gay. He was adopted in the family and you remember them hating him. You remember coming out to him and he was so proud of you. So proud of the person you became.

Yet the moment he was old enough he moved and lost contact with your family and you couldn't blame him for it.

You missed him a lot and you felt you needed him more than anything right now. You needed his reassurance right now more than anything. You needed to be reassured that it was okay to love who you want. That no one can judge you for who you love.

The tears were falling at this point. The tears were hot falling down your face. You needed a hug. Someone to comfort you. All of the boys you had a feeling would be more than willing to hold you until the tears stop and reassure you.

Your tears are interrupted with a ring. You look at the caller id. Felixs name lighting the phone up.

You answered the phone trying to dry your tears fast.

"Y/N?" Comes from the other side but it's not Felix who had called.

"It's Changbin. I'm calling to make sure you're okay after I dropped you off. I would've called you from my number but you probably wouldn't have answered." Comes from the phone.

"Hi Changbin." You say your voice breaking.

"Are you okay?" A concerned Changbin says.

"I'm fine." You say weakly.

"You don't sound fine. Were you crying? What's wrong?" Changbin says asking you even more concerned.

You can't answer him and that's when Changbin sighs. "You don't have to answer me but I'm going to come over there. You don't have to talk to me about it but I can at least try to comfort you." Changbin says and before you can protest Changbin hangs up.

You look up at the mirror your eyes puffy. You looked a mess. That's exactly how you felt too.

Maybe you should clean yourself up somewhat before Changbin gets here. Then again he already heard you crying over the phone.

You don't realize how long you've been in your head because there's a knock on the door. You rub your eyes once again and get up off the ground.

You walk to the front door and open it to see Changbin and Jisung at the door. You weren't expecting Jisung to see Jisung and Changbin looking at you in concern.

"What happened Y/N?" Jisung says getting closer to you. Jisungs heart broke at your puffy eyes and the tears glistening on your face.

"I-i don't know." You say breaking down again and this time Jisung embraces you before you fall to the ground tears flowing again.

Jisung takes you to the couch Changbin shutting the door behind him.

"Baby what happened?" Jisung asks eyes still filled with concern and heartbreak.

You broke even more at his words. When did this happen? When did everyone start getting intimate with you?

Jisung hadn't ever called you that. "Why?" You ask him and Jisung looks at you in confusion now and concern still on his face.

"Why what?" He asks you softly.

"Why call me that? Why would you do that?" You ask him tears flowing down more.

"Why call you what? Baby?" He asks and you nod through your tears.

"Because I care about you. I care about you as much as I care about Changbin. I care about you as much as I care about the other boys." Jisung says softly and Changbin rubs your back trying calm you.

Jisung lets you cling into him crying more. It hurt him seeing you cry. Seeing you so vulnerable with him and Changbin.

No one's p.o.v.

Changbin hurt just as much. It hurt him hearing your voice break over the phone. Jisung looked at his boyfriend as he had gotten up from the couch. Jisung had grabbed his boyfriends arm making him look at him. Changbins eyes were filled with concern and that made Jisung worry.

"What's wrong?" Jisung asked him.

"Y/N." Changbin says.

"What happened with her? Is she okay?" Jisung says getting up now and letting his boyfriend grab his keys.

"I don't know. It sounded like she was crying." Changbin says.

"Hey I'm coming with you." Jisung says putting on his shoes as Changbin does the same.

Changbin had gone over the speed limit. He couldn't help but worry. What if something happened? What if you had hurt yourself? What if someone had hurt you?

All those questions went through his head and they were even worse as he had knocked on the your door. His heart broke as you had opened the door. He thought he might just cry too watching you and Jisungs voice asking if you were okay. Your reply making him hurt even more.

Changbin watched as you fall and Jisung catches you bringing you to the couch.

Changbins thoughts were still running wild but his boyfriend brings him out of his own head. "I think she's asleep." Jisung says as you breathe slowly against his chest.

Changbin sighed as he watched you against Jisungs chest.

"I'm worried for her." Changbin says as he looks at his boyfriend.

"Do you think it's because of us? Maybe it's too much for her." Jisung says to his boyfriend.

"Maybe." Changbin says as Jisung lays his head on his shoulder.

"Maybe we aren't good for her. We shouldn't be around her if that's the case." Jisung says to his boyfriend his heart breaking at his own confession.

"Maybe we aren't but that's her choice. We can't take away her choice. If she doesn't want us she's going to have make that choice herself." Changbin says as his hand comes up to you moving your hair out of your face.

"I hate this. I hate not knowing whats on her mind. I hate not knowing what's bothering her." Jisung says to Changbin.

"I know Ji." Changbin says hand going to your back now.

"Are you going to let Felix and them know the dates off tonight." Jisung says and Changbin nods.

"I don't think she could deal with every one tonight." Changbin says and Jisung nods to him this time.

Changbin gets up from the couch and goes outside onto your porch and calls Chan.

"Hey." Changbin says.

"Hey love. Where'd you and Jisung go? We got home and you both weren't there. Felix woke up and you weren't there." Chan says concerned.

"Y/N. I called her and she was crying." Changbin says.

"What happened?" Chan says concerned.

"I don't know. We got here and she broke down in Jisungs arms. He's currently holding her and she fell asleep. I didn't ask her what was going on. Shes not okay right now and not in the right mind for a date." Changbin says.

"Yeah I get it. Watch over her and stay with her. Make sure shes okay." Chan says concerned.

"I will." Changbin says to his boyfriend.

"Good. I love you. Tell Jisung I love him too. Let me know if you guys are staying the night so I don't wait up for you." Chan says.

"I will. I love you too. I'll let him know." Changbin says and Chan hangs up at his boyfriends words.

Changbin sighs running a hand through his hair. He was really into you. He really hoped you know that all of the boys are into you.

Changbin steps into the house closing the door. He walks to the couch and sees Jisung asleep just like you were on his chest. He sits beside you both.

He might as well get some sleep now with you both here. Maybe you had a blanket around here somewhere. He walked to a closet at the end of the hallway and opens it. A blanket sitting there. He grabs it and brings it to the couch. He wraps it around you, Jisung, and himself.

He wrapped his hands around you and Jisung cuddling into you both. He closed his eyes hoping when he'd wake up you'd be more willing to talk about everything.

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[spacenintendogs]

Hi rose youre one of my favorite humans and id like to ask you if you want to infodump about your modern au

To give you smt specific, maybe the Snotlout and Hiccup cousin dynamic?

HI MONA U ARE ONE OF MY FAVORITE HUMANS!!!!

i can absolutely talk abt hiccup & snotlout for my modern au 😭 they are soooo important 2 me....

hiccup & snotlout are cousins through their moms being sisters!! (also gustav's mom is their sister too!! they r all cousins!!)

they were close as kids, as was the rest of the gang, & they would play vikings & dragons!! it's how they all came up with their nicknames for each other (save for astrid!)

snotlout's legal name is gary, hiccup's legal name is hirschel!

middle school, closer to high school, was where a shift occured. both hiccup & snotlout want to be accepted so badly, but act on it differently.

hiccup wants acceptance from stoick, his family in general, & wants to reconnect with the gang in general but he's also kinda the weird loner kid who does his own thing & is seen as weird bc he tries to be someone he isn't.

snotlout has achieved "acceptance" by doing what his father wants to a T, even getting cooler & older friends in high school like dagur :) snotlout is in a completely different world than hiccup & the rest of the gang. acts super dudebro jock & still goes out of his way to pester astrid abt dating him but also is more of a bully to the others & hiccup when in public. (don't worry this only lasts until their second year of high school) but it's basically more a mix of how he is in the books & the dreamworks franchise.

however, once they're at a family event with no one BUT family... hiccup & snotlout hang out.

the haddocks have a cool finished basement in their house that eventually becomes the gang's spot outside of the sanctuary but before that, it's hiccup & snotlout's. they don't talk abt school. they never bring up snotlout's shitty behavior. they never bring up hiccup's lack of friends. they go downstairs, boot up a game, & play & act like nothing's changed.

they both in their own minds see how they are at school to be necessary. they're aware of each other's parents & probably know each other better than anyone.

snotlout following hiccup to the sanctuary & finds hiccup & astrid with toothless (the supposed last night fury hiccup has been trying to keep hidden out of fear of the media finding out & toothless gets taken away) that they finally blow up & everything is aired out.

astrid is in this too, bc it's not just hiccup that snotlout stopped being friends with.

this is the turning point where snotlout goes to school, sees hiccup & astrid now sitting together at lunch, and the rest of the gang hesitantly joining them. snotlout looks at his own table & realizes how afraid he is of dagur & his posse. this fear is why snotlout hesitates to go back to hiccup & the gang

there's a second mini blow up at a family-friend get together where the gang are all in hiccup's basement & snotlout is sent down there by his parents to join them (he's been extra avoiding hiccup & the gang lately). he goes down & hiccup just calmly asks snotlout to join them & gives him a game controller, like when it was just the two of them.

snotlout sits & they all play & have a blast.

snotlout's braver at school & even walks in with hiccup first thing in the morning. dagur doesn't give a shit obv & just adds snotlout to his list of targets since he's openly hanging out with hiccup now. a new problem snotlout's not quite had to deal with but he at least has reconnected with his old friend group.

he's not afraid of them.

plus, hiccup takes him to the sanctuary & he ends up getting his own dragon??? like c'mon!! hookfang is SO cool???

they never say it out loud, but hiccup & snotlout understand each other better than anyone, even though it comes with grating on each other's nerves. plus them kinda being openly friends again has new issues between them since snotlout is snotlout & hiccup is hiccup (think like, thawfest, the entirety of their relationship in riders of berk in general) but by the time they're graduating high school?

they can't imagine not being best friends with each other & the rest of the gang :)

[pinkandpurple360]

I dunno... I'm not saying you don't make good points but fizz during "2 minutes notice", (a number where he was free to say whatever he wanted, act however he wanted, literally ripping off his costume to destroy his perfect brand image) still acted quite raunchy and sexual. Shaking his ass, smacking his ass, sensually stroking his stomach, all with a huge smirk on his face. If the lust act was a total ruse, I don't think he'd be doing any of that?

I mean yeah and that was one of the points though. Did it not come across. It feels like he kept switching between “I don’t like being sexualised” to doing it without even being asked to. Earlier in the episode he’s acting very differently saying he doesn’t like the dolls and he admits to mammon that he doesn’t want fans looking at him in that way. But he loves it at lust? Viv also said the performance at Ozzies isn’t the real him the baby girl persona at Ozzies home is. Even though….we see that he uses charm to hide things from Oz and cute faces to get his way. And with blitzø he’s much less performative because he doesn’t need to be charming, but the other extreme is true, he is putting on his nastiest front to protect himself against someone he thinks is out to get him.

Again this is why I wish we could see him talk to someone from his past who always knew him in the “back stage” someone who he trusts and who he doesn’t try to charm/scare away. But who? 🙁

And then?? When he’s on stage again you’re right, it’s the exact same cheeky persona we’re used to. Thank goodness. The usual Fizz. But he said it’s the last time ? 🥲 is it real or is it fake? There’s even a throw away line against the doll things but at the same time he’s fine with being all lusty on stage which is ok but…aren’t we building towards the fact that he doesn’t want to be sexualised by his audience anymore..?

Then, surprisingly Asmodeus the sin of lust apparently, I keep forgetting that part, makes an unhappy face at that strip part, which he later changes his face again to a smile of adoration, and I can’t figure out what that’s about. Is it supposed to be saying that theyll be very exclusive private and monogamous from now on? Is Ozzie less ok with this image than Fizz is? Because we’re led to believe when fizz is at Ozzies, doing this exact thing he’s truly himself…but Viv just said he isn’t?? Since when has seeing fizz perform that way made Oz uncomfortable can these characters be consistent for five seconds ?

Also I’m sorry but “keep that guy far away from me” way back in Ozzies wasn’t the foreshadowing masterpiece everyone claims it is. A fan having four of the things he just advertised doesn’t mean he hates the product and doesn’t want anyone sexualising him except for Ozzie. That means the stage persona doesn’t have any authenticity behind it. Also, the in universe “fandom” immediately goes from sexualising fizz to sexualising “fizzarozzie” the pairing. The fact these same fans who made him uncomfortable and bought the dolls all knew he was with Oz the whole time isn’t actually wholesome at all? Maybe include fans of the dolls crying or something? There’s always some stans who get upset at a reveal like that, while others are happy. The audience should have at least been a mixed bag.

Also maybe I’m going off topic but the fandom insert was a…strange choice,, the definition of fan-service, unless what they’re maybe trying to do is build up to make commentary on how fans of celebs, shipping real life people that are dating, makes a celebrity couple uncomfortable and pressured to share more of their personal lives than they want to. And to create a “couple persona” just for the cameras. That’s not something I see touched on much and it’s kinda Bojacky sorta. Just imagine the two of them being interviewed by the press then it’s accidentally revealed that they were talking to Oz and a fizzbot, while the actual fizz is in the Bahamas.

Basically fizz is juggling personalities and id like if he could, yknow, pick one. Kinda like Loona, Stolas, and apparently, Millie in that regard.

[bri-to-the-future]

We all know the original screenplay for BTTF 2 where Biff gave the almanac to himself in 1967 instead of 1955, right? Well, I thought since everyone has been making such lovely stuck in the (insert time period here) AUs, it’d be nice if someone made a…

*drumroll*

Stuck in the 60s AU!

(All credit to PotatoLord’s Picrew!)

It’s just some vague ideas right now, but i love the concept and im definitely gonna flesh it out more once Spaceman from Pluto is finished!

Here’s what i’ve got so far…

80s Doc gets arrested in Hell Valley and insists that he’ll be fine and that Marty needs to go to the 60s and get the almanac

Marty is able to get it after some difficulty (same as in screenplay) and burns it, not willing to take it with him when Doc is at risk

He still gets stop by a police officer, still doesnt have a draft card or id to prove hes a minor, and still gets arrested

He asks Goldie to put out that his name is Marty Klein and that he’s been arrested, knowing that Doc from the 60s still lives in Hill Valley as an inventor

Doc shows up with bail for him and he looks way different than Marty expected. Also, apparently hes a chemistry professor at Hill Valley Community College, which is news to Marty

He gives him a lift to the barn where the Delorean is parked, Marty giving an extremely vague (at Doc’s insistence) explanation on why he’s there on the way, but when they get there they’re both horrified to find that the Delorean is absolutely totalled ((with no 80s Doc to scare the Peabodys away, they didn’t stop at just shooting Mr Fusion and went ham on the car, rendering it completely useless, but thankfully managing to leave the Flux Capacitor in tact))

Doc says he should be able to fix most of the damage but that it will take a while, a good few months at the very least but worst case scenario Marty could be there for a year or two, and there’s no way he’ll be able to fix the futuristic device on the back (Mr Fusion) so once it is fixed they’ll need a new plan to get the 1.21 gigawatts of power, especially since the lightning strike on the courthouse was an isolated incident in Hill Valley’s history

Marty is devastated and spends the first week or so just moping around Doc’s garage and keeping Newton company but after nine days of that Doc insists that some fresh air will do him some good and forces him to come to the college with him

He was right, of course, and Marty finally starts to lighten up and have fun with him again afterwards

After classes are done Doc finally gets Marty to go get some era appropriate clothes with him but when they see Lorraine trying to keep track of an entirely too small Dave and Linda while George looks at ties they immediately turn around and walk into a different store

They’re only able to keep that up for another few days before Marty’s court date comes (who knew his Mom was so anti-war??) and she comes to congratulate him on his innocent verdict after Doc shows the court his (forged) birth certificate proving he’s a minor

When she asks if he’s related to the Marty Klein she knew in high school he tells her they were cousins who were named after the same ancestor and that Doc is watching him for a while but he’s not sure how long

Marty figures out pretty quickly that Doc takes LSD and honestly he’s not sure what to think about that

One day he walks into the living room and Doc is sprawled on the couch with his jacket off for once, clearly tripping his ass off, but Marty spots these bizarre brown lines running the length of his arms that look like scars but were definitely never there in the 80s and honestly he’s a little too freaked out to care whether or not Doc is entirely coherent right now he needs to know what’s going on

“Doc, Doc, what the hell are those?” “What?” “On your arms, Doc, whats that brown stuff!?” And Doc has the gall to look fucking amused! “They’re Lichtenberg figures, Marty. Surely you’ve seen me with short sleeves in the future? The stretch all the way to my shoulders.” Marty is shocked. “Of course I’ve seen you with short sleeves, hell, you’ve had to take your whole shirt off cause of chemical spills, but I’ve never seen those before!” But then a look of realisation crosses Doc’s face. “Oh, of course! They were caused when I accidentally became part of the circuit when the plug came undone that night I sent you back to the future, it makes perfect sense you haven’t had a chance to see them yet.” “They were caused by WHAT!?!?”

Cue Marty having a guilt induced panic attack and Doc having no idea what to do because he’s still mid-trip but eventually getting the hang of it. Once Marty’s calmed down he decides he’s not gonna touch the stuff anymore, not when it impairs his ability to care for Marty (and even when he leaves, what if this had been one of his students?? No, best to leave the stuff behind for good)

Ofc this means once he does fix the Delorean his plan to power it is much less dangerous and terrifying. … its still similar though. Doc will still blow up the safety inhibitor at the power plant and Marty will still hook onto high powered wires, just at the power plant rather than over the grand fucking canyon (the plan is still a work in progress & i havent decided how long it will take Doc to fix the deloreon yet)

When Marty gets back to 85 (now back to perfectly normal Lone Pine Hill Valley, thankfully) the first thing he does is find Doc and give him a massive hug, which he returns just as enthusiastically

[imashoe69420]

HIHI! So I was kinda curious if you would feel comfortable writting Leo x Reader Angst?

(Like for the plot, Reader and Leo have been dating for a few months until Reader meet their best friend they haven’t seen in ages and as time goes by Reader starts losing Feelings for Leo, how would you think he’d react to that news🤨)

Also have a lovely day and please if it makes you uncomfortable delete this!!

Omg I’ve been wanting to write something like this but it made me sad to think abt 😭 but I’ll try my best

It Was Real To Me

Rise!Leo X GN!Reader

Prompt: You realize that your relationship with Leo wasn’t what you were looking for.

Pronouns: Gender Neutral (they/them)

Timeline: pre-movie (season 2)

Warning ⚠️: Angst, reader is kind of a bad person ( ´∀｀)

Requests are open!

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It tore you up inside; how you only invited Leo over to break up with him.

A few months ago, your childhood best friend had come back into town for the remainder of the school year after she left when the two of you were in middle school.

In her absence, you mourned. You weren’t the best at making and keeping friends. She was the only one that never gave up on you. Your friend never called you crazy or weird in a negative way like your past friends did. She always cared about you.

Your friend left a hole. And you decided to fill that hole with Leo.

The two of you weren’t especially close until she left. Once you two began to hang out more, you eventually started to develop feelings for each other and eventually making it official. Or at least, that’s what you’d thought.

Leo was always kind and charismatic like your friend was. He himself was weird—a mutant—so he was the last person to derogatorily call you weird. The turtle always had an excuse to come see you: “I left one of my swords at your place” or “I think I dropped something at your place”. At the time, you loved it.

He made you feel wanted.

But when your friend came back, you lost interest in him.

Leo’s visits became a nuisance. Your late night FaceTimes grew shorter and then reduced into just texting. You’d tell him you were busy when you weren’t or going to go see your friend.

Noticing your distancing from him, Leo tried frantically to get you to hang out with him. He first tried visiting unannounced so you couldn’t preemptively tell him to not come over. Most of the time, you’d ask him to leave. Other times, you’d let him in but act disinterested in what he was talking about.

He then tried texting you. Like, a lot. Constantly updating you about his day. But after only a few days of it, you turned your read receipts off so he wouldn’t know if you’d seen them or not.

So many questions danced in his mind. Was he a bad boyfriend? Did he do something wrong? Why were you acting like this? He would ask you, but you were ignoring him at the moment.

At your home, Leo talked your ear off in an attempt to keep you captivated. In a way, he felt like he knew what was going to happen that night and he wanted to delay it as much as possible.

“—and I spiked Hypno with a swordfish and I was like: ‘like minnow how that heals up’.” He laughed a bit forcibly. “Get it? Minnow?”

You copied his forced laugh, not lifting your eyes from your phone. When Leo peeked at your screen, he saw that you were texting someone with caller ID “Bestie”.

“Bestie”? You were his bestie. No, you were his partner. And he was in person talking to her when this guy was behind a screen. Why weren’t you paying attention to him?

Frustrated, Leo sighed. “If only I had a face to talk to rather than the top of a head.”

You glanced up at him and shrugged. “I’m talking to someone.”

There was no way you’d just said that.

“Well, don’t you think you should be talking to me? The person that’s right in front of you? Your boyfriend?”

The last bit made you cringe. Boyfriend. He just had to remind you, didn’t he? At this point, the word meant nothing to you. Well, that wasn’t entirely true.

That word used to send butterflies swarming in your stomach. Now it just made you feel guilty, angry, and then guilty that you’re angry.

With a sigh, you stood up and ambled towards the window that led to the fire escape. You pulled the window open and stepped outside, the cool night breeze toying with your hair.

After a few seconds, Leo followed but didn’t near you leaning up against the railing. He knew what was going to happen. It was obvious. For months, you didn’t pay any attention to him, you acted annoyed when he would speak to you, and he never really saw you that often.

Leo didn’t want it.

He still had feelings for you regardless of how you had been treating him as of late. He still liked holding your hand and kissing you and going out on dates. It wasn’t fair that he didn’t get a say in this.

The turtle suddenly broke out in a cold sweat as he spoke. “(Y/N)?”

You gazed at him over your shoulder, but other than that, you didn’t validate his words.

“(Y/N)… I’m just assuming,” Leo prefaced, “but I don’t want us to end. I still like you and I wanna be with you. I dunno why you’re over me all-a sudden but—”

Turning towards him and raising a hand, you interrupted him. “It’s not “all-a sudden”, Leo. It’s just… it’s complicated.”

A twinge of anger made the turtle furrow his would-be eyebrows. “‘Complicated’? What—did everything just stop?”

“No, Leo.” You exhaled as you urged him to come closer to you. He obliged, resting his elbows against the railing.

You didn’t look at him.

The two of you stood in silence for a few minutes, staring up at the moon and taking in the musky New York air.

Soon though, the blue clad turtle pipes up. “Is it because of… ‘bestie’?”

You’d assumed that he’d seen your phone from earlier and stretched uncomfortably. There was a good way and a bad way to do this. This felt like the bad way.

With a nod, Leo sadly chuckled to himself.

“Okay… okay. Well… I’m glad you told me, I guess.” He crossed his arms tightly across his plastron.

Tears began to collect in your eyes as you shook your head in disbelief of your actions. “I’m sorry, Leo. I liked you. I really did but… it wasn’t really real. And I realize that now. I’m really sorry.”

“Heh… liked.” Leo squeezed his biceps before grabbing his sword and opening a portal. Before he stepped through, he turned back to face you, his usual cocky smirk contorted into a deep frown. “Y’know… it was real to me the whole time. It’s not fair that you get to decide what is and isn’t real.”

Suddenly, his frown is replaced with a half smile. “But you’ll miss me. Everybody misses Leo eventually. G’night, sleep tight.” He sarcastically saluted you before stepping through the portal and disappeared.

The tears finally began to trickle down your cheeks and collected on your chin. Your bottom lip trembled as you sobbed quietly. Even though you didn’t like Leo the way you used to, you still cared about him. You didn’t want him to be upset.

Being the cause of his pain made you realize why you were so bad at keeping people around.

Maybe you were weird.

[rottytops]

i definitely think the adhd medication (successfully) rewired my brain and made me seek out long term goals over short term pleasure like i have been literally my entire life so now my current goals are to unfuck my credit to move away from my shitty roomies, get my new car and actually get into an ltr lmao

SUPRISINGLY ENOUGH 2 of these 3 goals are either in progress or very obtainable ive been saving a tunna cash and i can get a new car next month after i get my license renewed and ive found this cute little studio that i can maybe move into if i get help co-signing it, then ill just camp out there until my loans are paid off in 50000 years

the last one though.,,,,its so weird. the like. burning fervor to date someone long term kinda slugged me in the back of the head! ive always WANTED a nice relationship but it was never a PRIORITY to me bc i had video games or whatever. these new feelings made me realize ive been living my life like. entirely for myself which is FINE but my standards for myself (combined with how ADHD made me content with literally anything as long as it was easy) make me like. gutter trash tier as a partner, i think. essentially as i am now, unless the other person is equal parts deranged and shitty, im utterly unlovable which is like. tough tits i guess. but if im honest about it i can at least try to change it. part of me is conflicted; if i have to change myself to become more datable, is the person really dating me, or am i just creating a false persona to get conditional love. its a scary thought but at the same time im not really changing MYSELF past getting in shape and taking care of my skin, its more im giving up on being a dopamine addicted manchild and getting my own apartment. with my own car and stuff...these are actually just completely normal goals to have and i already wanted them i just kinda have new motivation for it lmao!

you cant just force a relationship and theres no way im attracting the hoes to me in my shitty room, so i think i need to??? go??? outside??? and hang out with ppl??? utterly mortifying but when i get my car next month i think i can actually do that. id like to make more irl friends as well, i had a bunch of friends in college so. i guess ill go to more smash locals or something but outside of that sigh sigh i have no idea.

these major revelations have all hit me in like the past 2 weeks, since i started my medication and the dosage was upped, i have a lot of work to do and not that much time to do it, really!!!! i hope i can become someone like. worth keeping around in a few months time...!!! the pieces are there i just need to like, put them together....



i could write a whole thing on how mad i am that it took me so long to get medicated and how fast i became a Normal Person after being on meds but like idk that line of thinking doesnt help anybody...!! i accomplished so much even with my debilitating ADHD and now i can do so much more with a mindset that can actually handle the shit neurotypical people expect me to be able to do, considering how im literally good at everything, combined with how ive managed to survive this long with almost no real help from irl people (seriously ive gotten more assistance from my online friends than literally anybody in my family both financially and emotionally) means that me WITH medication is gonna go absolutely insane. im going to be like ultra rich this time next year, probably LMAO....or at least have a boyfriend AURHUFG



anyway if u read this for some reason i love u and also give me ideas on going out and meeting people, i think i can hold a conversation just fine but where do people even GO. do you guys think ppl at bars or whatever know about disgaea. hmmm.

[anothersebastianblog]

I share opinions of people that completely different to mines id say daily probably (about his rs, his friends etc)./// Okay… Then please explain how you see a loving couple on all of those pap walks. Because I see a man who is so over all this shit that he literally can’t smile with his eyes anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think this is a contract, as in actual papers were involved. But I do believe what DM and Enty said about this being a set up with some pretty strict boundaries and how they don’t even consider themselves GF/BF to other people. I think he enjoyed his time with her to being with but he is Seb and his relationship last maybe about 18 months to 2 years and then he gets bored and moves on. He looks like he getting a little bored. They badly interacted at the wedding, yes he was there, we know, but in multiple videos and pictures from multiple people all throughout the night, they hardly even acknowledge each other. She had his jacket for like 2.5 seconds and then put it on the back of her chair. But other than that they were like a couple who had been in a fight and were putting on a pleasant face for the crowd.

I don’t see lovey couple from them. I see friends who are traveling together and just enjoy not being alone. What goes on behind closed doors… who knows. But he sure as hell doesn’t act like he did with previous GF’s and yes people change but not that much. Your love language doesn’t just change and Seb’s is definitely physical touch (you can tell by how he acts with past GF’s, friends, family, and fans.)

I’m saying all this with the utmost respect for you and your blog and just trying to get someone else spin on this situation. Cause how I see it is not ✨endless love✨ it’s more ✨2 years and onto the next✨

And I’m not a hater btw, I just don’t think they have good chemistry. ✌🏻❤️

Ok so i am trying to reply in the most complete way i can but i am sure other anons will be able to add their interesting thoughts/points to mines.

The most important thing that is important to not forget about is we absolutely don’t know them (vali for both sides) and that we see just 2% of their lives. This is why I can’t understand why you draw so many conclusions in that ask with statements that seem the one and only truth.

On our side we act following the easiest path: two people are seeing together, kissing each others, walking hand in hand, hang out with each other’s families because they are together, as a couple.

Important: none of us ever said they are gonna last or that they have been the most important person for the other in their love life. I feel like some people pretend to think we said that to make us look stupid or something. We very well know seb’s love life history, this doesn’t mean we shouldn’t think these two are dating.

If i was you i would NEVER believe DM and Enty, every time I heard that from someone i go 😳. They have gossip pages just like this one with the difference that at least we concentrate our energy on ONE person and take time to analyse details, while they chose to speak about EVERY celebs, taking infos from non verified sources AND fans. They don’t directly follow the celeb in question they just report the infos sent. Sebastian is not Kim K, if he is getting married you will firstly know about it and DM will know it after you from some fans. Not from a PA or an insider. This is valid for every infos about him. And remember Enty is also 4738292 time worse than DM. (If you believe what they said about seb and annabelle i have to think you also believe the drug addiction rumours….)

He doesn’t smile in “all of those” pap walks (3…)? He is a normal person, i myself don’t smile 24/7. Especially if the pap walk wasn’t planned or if he agreed on it but still didn’t like doing it. You said he doesn’t act like with previous gf… too easy saying it that NOW because the others are GONE. People said that about ale as well (remember the ibiza pap walk?) and yet he seemed VERY happy in her bday video. So we should fall in the conspiracy theories hole and think he was acting in that video? So PR? Just wondering.

About the wedding… this is the part that surprised me the most: with the most respect, i feel like people who genuinely think what you wrote is the truth just can’t accept facts. We saw 3 videos of them, 4 seconds each. That’s not nearly enough to say they didn’t interact! And btw we didn’t even have a situation in which you would expect pda/interactions they way you wanted to see: they didn’t need to acknowledge each others because they already know the other one was there, they know each other and have been in a rs for 1.5 years.. they are 40 not 16.

The jacket thing…. Pls. You saw two pics and still decided to form a complete thought and narrative about it. You don’t know how many seconds she wore it and it is absolutely not an important detail that proves something (for both sides btw) but still funny that is being used as a proof.

Idk what to tell you but some people (Not necessarily you) like to think this way because it’s the easiest option if they want him single (and unhappy apparently).

The easiest option is the correct one most of the times, imo. And if he is that unhappy he should leave her, or else that worst bf ever badge is there ready for him.

Maybe you will find this too harsh (not my intention) but I honestly am a bit tired (not about you specifically, thanks for sending your opinion) when i see that people WANT to believe in something and in order to do that they make up stuff and draw conclusions from absolutely nothing.

[hikari-ni-naritai]

go go prime numbers^^

2. Are relationships ever worth it?

yes!!!!! every relationship has been worth it, even the ones tht sucked and crashed immediately causing me infinite pain.

3. Are you a virgin?

i mean, this is a real ship of theseus question. ive heard your body replaces all its cells every 7 years and its definitely been at least that long, and plus my whole sitch is different down there. so like. no i cant in good faith say that i am.

5. Are you in love?

hard to say honestly. i was at one point, and then those feelings changed into something more manageable. i dont know what to call them now. probably 'love'.

7. Can you commit to one person?

i basically cant do anything else. i dont form those connections with anyone new once i have them.

11. Do you ever want to get married?

i dont know. i used to for sure! now its like. i dont even know if i want to do romance anymore.

13. Do you get jealous easily?

i get jealous of things you cant even imagine. they should lock me up for the shit i get jealous of.

17. Do you like kissing in public?

i dont think i have any particular feelings on it. i would probably be more likely to get shot if i did it these days than back when i was actually kissing people.

19. this ones not here! wild

23. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?

literally nothing would be easier.

29. Have you ever cheated on someone?

of course not

31. Have you ever cried over a guy/girl?

VERY proud to admit that after taking hrt for a few years i have!

37. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?

i dont think so? i have dated someone who my friends hated one of us but it wasnt her, it was me. and they kept trying to hook her up with someone else (who also had a gf at the time). shitty friends, really.

41. Have you had sex so far this year?

hahahahaha no lol

43. How long was your longest relationship?

how long was tht shit..... uhh like nearly 6 years?

47. How old are you?

30

53. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?

well i sure hope nobody is mad that im talking to people! thats some emily behaviour. people should not exhibit emily behaviour. shes too jealous for her own good. anyway theres nobody im talking to with intent to date so the question's moot i think.

59. What do you look like? (Post a picture!)

oh god uh let me grab the only good picture of me ive ever taken.

61. What is the first thing you notice in someone?

if im meeting them online its Vibes. if its in person, like. general body shape? i am definitely not looking at their face bc thats where the Eyes are and we are not about that.

67. What is your idea of the perfect date?

uhh. something nice where we can walk around outside without a schedule and without being bothered. the botanical gardens are good for this generally.

71. What was your kinkiest wet dream?

i mean is that defined as 'dreams where you cum in real life' bc , basically every single one of those ive ever had has been 'you are trying to find the toilet'. not really very kinky. if theres another definition id love to hear it. if its 'dreams about sex' ive had so very few of those and i think the closest to kink they ever came was a doctor lady giving me a vaginal exam.

73. What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you?

organize an ff14 static that doesnt disband until we clear the thing we set out to clear. my greatest dream.

79. When was the last time you felt jealous? Why?

god but i feel jealous so often about everything. i think it was when my friend mentioned.... talking to either her gf or her other friend, i got jealous about both but i dont remember which one happened more recently.

83. Who was your first kiss with?

the girl i dated for 6 years.

[jymwahuwu]

Girl I've been playing DoL for a few days now and I'm HOOKED. But also how the fuck do I get Kylar to stop??? Literally this boi is so far up my ass someone help me 😭 been seriously thinking about enabling the cheats but I need the feats (ayo that rhymed). I've also been running low on panties since this mf keeps stealing them. Avoiding him doesn't work cuz-

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘚𝘺𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘒𝘺𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦," 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴. "𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨".

Uhh...? If you wanna be useful please get rid of Bailey and I will love you forever ❤️

Glad you jumped down the rabbit hole of DOL lmao this is my favorite erotic game

Kylar? I don't seem to get panties stolen very often 😩idk i just remember him breaking into my room. If you really don't like him you can max his jealousy and he'll kidnap you and get arrested, BUT!!!! He's a sweet yandere boy and can get you out of some trouble too!!! I remember Kylar saved me when I got caught by some horny dudes in the town. You can try meeting him at the park after school, or play games with him, and treat him sweetly, he's less tough when he's low on jealousy! If stealing panties keeps appearing, I suggest you to buy more panties to keep in your wardrobe, they are all cheap!!

In terms of making money,

(1) You can knock on the door at Danube Street (Mansions) first and ask those people about work. In my experience, those ppl are a little better than creepy neighbors on Domus Street, and get paid more than a cafe waiter.

(2) When you get an ID card, you can go to the Clubs on Connudatus Street to do striptease (you need to learn dance skills first) or be a bartender there, these very large incomes!

(3) And Avery, the Sugar Daddy! On Saturday you save the game file and then knock on the door of the mansions resident, walk around, and then you meet him and he invites you on a date! You will get a lot of money after the date (it is recommended to learn dance skills first, because one of the dates requires dancing, if you dance well, you will get more money) (provided that after the date is over, you have to allow him to kiss you at the end / fuck you/ strip your clothes off 🥺😩)

As for Bailey, I have a way you don't have to pay him!

First of all, you have to get School Traits, get a good grade in English (at least B), its effect is: Speech actions (plead, moan, demand, apologize, and mock/tease) are more effective. like this:

You can look in the journal to see when Bailey needs you to pay, and on the day of payment, you refuse to pay and you go to the battle screen, and then you just have to choose "apologize" at the beginning, and it will reduce the dude's anger and let him Wanting to fuck you and keep choosing "submissive" will make him cum on you and get ridiculed by the orphans. Bailey runs away angrily and tells you that you will pay for it. He will bring another person to help next time, but again just "apologize" and then "submissive" all the time will make them both orgasm and avoid payment.

The only downside to this method is that you have to save before bed because Bailey will send some creepy guys to fuck you while you sleep to make up for the money he didn't get. At this time, you can avoid by simply loading the game and doing other things before sleeping.

I use this method to avoid paying and save Robin and get a lot of money <3 also bought a lot of panties and bras, ready to be stolen or destroyed 😭💔

[kokoch4n3l]

DEAD GIRL’S BEACH࿐ྂ KUROKAWA IZANA x f!oc x SANO MANJIRO

ONE — mr. kurokawa

“patient is a possible narcissist sociopath but is oddly calm. It’s a bit scary honestly. I wonder what he’s thinking… he's pretty nice though. Sometimes that is” — MAYA’S ROUGH NOTES ON K.I

chapter summary: enter Kaneko Maya, a newly graduated psychiatrist with a shit load of student debt racked up and her scary but hot patient from 4th floor, Kurokawa Izana.

chapter warnings: unrequited love, inaccurate depictions of psychiatric hospitals, usage of drugs, mentions of gang violence, mentions of pedophiles, mentions of suicide, mentions of addiction, mentions of alcohol, f!oc with absolutely zero self-preservation skills

word count: 3500

moodboard | masterlist | chapter 2

There was something about one-sided love that was so tragic but so beautiful to Maya. Just loving someone so much despite them not feeling the same way back. It was beautiful but tragic and also Maya's favourite book trope.

One-sided love, Hanahaki disease, right person wrong time, major character death.

Maya lived for tragic endings. When Disney movies with their happy ending stopped sufficing, she turned to books with dark romance, thriller and just dark shit in general. It was pretty nice to read. Don't get her wrong, she still loves her Disney movies just... It was nice to read about a girl who doesn't get the guy she wants at the end. After all, that was basically her life story. "Dude, I'm literally about to start my shift" Maya hisses at her 8-year-long crush over the phone as she

"Maya, what the fuck are you doing taking the night shift on a Friday anyway? I told you to switch to the day shift. It's gotten dangerous at night" Matsuno Chifuyu scolds her on the phone

Matsuno Chifuyu, Maya's senior from middle school. He was about 5 years older than her, currently 26, about to turn 27 in a few months. Maya met him in middle school when she was in 7th grade and he was in his final year of high school. She met him at a park in the middle of the night while he was trying to bandage the wounds on his face without a mirror. Maya called him stupid and Chifuyu scolded her because he was obviously older. He was older and seemed so out of her league but oh did Maya fall head over heels for him. There was just something about guys who rode motorcycles that did something to her heart. Unfortunately for her, Chifuyu did not go that young in terms of dating. She asked him before when he took her out after she graduated high school. He said the youngest he'd go was 2 years and any girl younger just seemed like a little kid to him.

Long story short, Maya got child-zoned.

She doesn't even know if that was a thing but Chifuyu didn't even friend zone her nor did her sister zone her. He just implied she was too young. It made her sad but Maya was alright with pining from afar and never confessing to him. "Night shift makes more money y'know... Besides, I don't actually have to work during the night shift and just make sure everyone goes to sleep after taking their medication. I told you this c'mon" Maya says as she clips her ID to the front pocket of her white coat and puts on the black keycard bracelet thing they gave her that allows her to go from floor to floor by pressing it against the scanners around all the doors and exits in the building.

"Maya. I understand you're not worried because you've been working there for a month now but it's gotten dangerous at night time in general. Don't you watch the news?"

Chifuyu sounds worried. He always sounds worried and his worry makes butterflies erupt in Maya's stomach. "you mean that Tokyo Manji Gang guys? C'mon Chifuyu, the probability of me being attacked by a gang is low" she says pressing her phone to her ear while fixing her bangs with the other as she looks at herself in the mirror of the locker room "I may be drowning in student debt but like, at least it's no interest and I haven't taken money from any sketchy place. I'll be fine. And, you have my live location so it should be fine"

She hears Chifuyu sigh on the other side. "Alright fine. But keep applying and see if you get somewhere better. And I am seeing you tomorrow right?"

Maya worked weekdays Monday to Friday on the night shift and had the weekends off. It wasn't that bad in her opinion. Her job paid crazy well for a simple psychiatrist job and she was able to steadily start to pay off her student loan and pay the rent for her apartment. So maybe it was fine that she worked at night time in the midst of... 'crazy' people, drug addicts, suicidal, violent killers and even more, she got money. Right? "Yup, I will see you tomorrow. Pick me up?" Maya asks

"Of course. Be safe Maya."

Maya feels her heart clench and she bids Chifuyu goodbye. He cut the call and not long after she gets a text from him telling her goodnight. She sighs. Kaneko Maya had a university degree, wrote multiple essays, and read many articles but she still read Chifuyu's text as I love you.

Sunshine Grove Psychiatric Hospital had 4 levels.

1st floor was the entry with the employee locker room, front desk, storage, etc.

2nd floor was where all the drug addicts recovering from addiction were as well as those under suicide watch.

3rd floor had every one that came under other.

The 4th floor was the high-risk area with people that were there under court order. This means they got sent here as part of their sentence under the claims of insanity.

Each floor had a psychiatrist, 2-3 doctors and about 4 nurses assigned. There weren't many people admitted into Sunshine Grove due to how eerie and scary the building was and Maya doesn't blame them. But that also means less work for her so she isn't complaining. Maya was unfortunately assigned to the 4th floor. The 4th floor was lacking the required amount of employees by a lot. It had just 1 nurse and 1 doctor. The doctor, Sawamura or something, rarely ever even showed up. The nurse always tended to hide on the lower floors as well. Which left Maya alone on the floor with the security guard who was always stationed at the elevator. "good evening doctor" The security guard, Mr. Ueda greeted her as she stepped out of the elevator with a large cart

4th floor looked like what you'd imagine the inside of any psychiatric hospital look like. Unlike the other two floors which had some pop of colour, the 4th floor was just bland and gloomy. Flickering tube lights, white tiled floors and grey walls. If Maya didn't love money so much she wouldn't be working in such a shitty place. Especially in a place that looked like the set of a horror movie. "good evening" Maya said with a smile

The cart was stacked with trays on the inside. Food for the patients. It was dinner time and unlike the lower floors, 4th-floor patients didn't get the luxury of eating with other people and had to be given their food in their rooms. "how about you give me the tray for room 410" The guard said with his usual deadpan-monotonous-I-take-no-shit face

Maya nods and pulls out the tray and hands it to the guard to take to room 410. Room 410 had a convicted child predator rapist. According to Mr Ueda, Maya looked too much like a child and he wasn't about to let her get close to him. It was a pretty sweet gesture in her opinion and she never stopped him. So as Mr Ueda goes over to room 410 to give food to the child predator, Maya starts going from room to room with each tray. Despite the 4th floor housing psychotic criminals, it was relatively the calmest among them all. Very rarely any incidents and honestly speaking, Maya doesn't think any of them actually have anything wrong with them. Well all except him.

The man in room 401 at the end of the hall.

Kurokawa Izana. He was 30, and about to be 31 in a month or so. He was half Japanese and half Filipino with white hair, long white lashes, tan skin and violet eyes.

Absolutely fucking gorgeous in Maya's opinion.

Older guys just really hit the spot for her if you couldn't tell already. However, not only was Kurokawa Izana a criminal but he was also her patient. She had to keep things ethical here especially since it was her first job in this field. "Good evening Mr Kurokawa" Maya greets carrying the tray as she steps into his room after scanning her bracelet on the card reader system outside his door, the door locking shut behind her

But there was something odd she found about Kurokawa Izana and that was the fact that unlike the other criminals here, he was often hooked up to some IV bag. Not always but, very often. A lot of the other criminals didn't even get medication so it was weird for Maya to see this. "good evening Doc, I hope the drive here wasn't bad" Izana says with no smile but a sweet tone as usual

Once again, Izana is hooked up to the IV bag. He's lying in his hospital bed with the blanket pulled up to his hips, wearing the all-white 2 piece outfit all the patients here were required to wear. He's leaned back into the bed in a half-sitting half laying position looking a bit groggy like always when hooked up to the IV. It was a pretty potent drug and she couldn't even pronounce the name if she tried. Many times when clocking in she'd be visited by the hospital director himself and he'd tell her to go hook Izana up to the drip. She of course would comply. But it raised many questions in her as to why. "It's Friday night, such a shame you're working the night shift" Izana says as Maya sets the food down on the table in front of him

Maya shrugs as she set the food out like she does for all the patients. "It's whatever. I'm making good money so"

Izana smiles this time. It's eerie. "of course. That's what matters huh? You told me about your student loans last week, need to pay those off"

But unlike the other criminals on this floor, Kurokawa Izana was the only one she would have conversations with about things other than the usual things she was supposed to talk about. "Yeah ugh... So glad they got rid of interest else I would have been dying" Maya says with a laugh "would've sold a kidney or something at that point"

Izana laughs at her joke then slowly brings a hand up and starts to eat. His movements are slow because of the drug. Maya wonders why they're giving it to him. She wasn't a doctor so she didn't exactly know what it did but from the numbers on the bag she knew the dosage was high. "How about you give me some company while I eat, doctor?" Izana asks, cocking his head to the side

Maya nods and takes a seat on the chair in the room. Unlike the other patients, Maya didn't know what Izana did. When she was given his file, so many things about him were blacked off except for his birthday, name, gender and non-important things. Maya had to start off by knowing absolutely nothing about the guy. To make things worse she didn't find anything online either. If he was a criminal she should have found something online but there was nothing. So, Maya had to start from scratch. Over the month she was there she spent time trying to figure out exactly what Izana's condition was and why he was there but she got no answers from the staff and she didn't want to ruin Izana's privacy by asking him even though it was basically her job. It was a bit annoying since she didn't know what she was working with but she figured it could be worse. "Doing anything special this weekend?" Izana asks as he eats

Maya shrugs. "nah, not really. Just going out with a friend"

Izana raises a brow and then completely twists her words. "Boyfriend. You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend"

Getting to know Izana from scratch meant that she also ended up sharing information about herself which she knows she shouldn't have done but... Izana was nice. Kind of. "No, no! Not boyfriend. Just a friend" Maya corrects but the slight pink tinge on her cheeks says otherwise

"You definitely like him" Izana says with a teasing smirk, pointing his spoon at her

There were moments when Maya felt like she was talking to a friend rather than a patient. It was pretty unprofessional on her part but Izana had always been the one to initiate it so it wasn't exactly her fault. "that's... not true" Maya attempts to deny but fails miserably

"You can't fool me, Doctor Kaneko, you're an open book" Izana says, not smiling but his tone eerily cold now

Maya suppresses a shiver. If there was one word she could use to describe Kurokawa Izana(other than fucking hot), it would be scary. The constant switch of emotions on his face made her nervous. It felt like if she lied to him, he'd know. Maya sometimes wonders if Kurokawa Izana is a mind reader because he always seems to know everything before she even finishes telling him. But she is a psychologist working in a psychiatric hospital and she shouldn't let a patient get into her head, especially a criminal. So Maya puts on a professional smile and sucks it up. She needs the money, she'll get through it. "You got me. Just this guy I met in middle school. He's older" She thinks about Chifuyu and feels her heart speed up a bit "He doesn't like me back though. We're just friends"

"Awe... So it's one-sided" He says and Maya can't help but think he's mocking her

Maya shrugs. "Yeah I guess"

As Izana continues to eat, Maya looks around his room to make sure everything is in place. It's something she was required to do to make sure nothing was missing or a possible security breach wouldn't happen. But nothing like that would happen. These rooms were bland. A single hospital bed, a window with acrylic glass and white curtains, light grey walls, tube lights, white tiled floors, a table that was bolted to the ground and a chair that was too heavy to be picked up. The 4th-floor rooms were just glorified jail cells, nothing like the rooms on the 2nd floor with the colours and pretty pot lights that you could adjust. Then again, this floor was full of criminals. Maya often forgets that thought because of how oddly calm everyone on this floor is. Apparently, it wasn't always like this. Maya would rather not know the reason for this tranquillity, fearing the answer wouldn't be something she liked. "So I'm guessing you won't be confessing to him?" Izana asks

Maya giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. "I'm starting to think you like gossip, Mr. Kurokawa"

Izana scowls and denies it immediately but Maya laughs and stands up after seeing the time on her Apple watch and that Izana is almost done with his food. "Okay uh... I'm gonna go collect all the trays" Maya tells him "Be back later for yours"

She walks towards the door and feels his gaze on her back. He was scary. So fuckin scary but also so damn hot. Maya knows it was unethical and just morally wrong to be thinking that way about her patient. It was messed up. But thinking and acting were two different things. She was in no way abusing her power. She was just, admiring. Right? She was a fresh out of college single 22-year-old. Cut the girl some slack. She looks back at him one last time and for a moment everything just felt wrong. Izana is staring at her. Head cocked to the side and eyes blank, void of any emotion. Maya smiles nervously and presses the bracelet on her wrist against the magnetic reader and the door clicks open. She leaves quickly but not after making sure that the door is properly locked. Maya shivers as she walks back down the hall toward the first room she had given food to and sees that the security guard has already brought back the tray from room 410 as usual. It was a routine almost. Maya would bring everyone dinner first, Mr. Ueda would bring it to 410's inhabitant, Maya would end off at 401 and talk to Izana for a while, she'd leave and go get the trays from the rooms and Mr. Ueda would get it from 410. Now Maya was back at room 401 to finally get Izana's tray. She stares at the door for a moment, almost not wanting to go in. They didn't exactly restrain the criminals at Sunshine Grove. She found it weird that they wouldn't. It was just their rooms with the heavy metal doors that were keeping them confined. However, inside the rooms, she was vulnerable. However, Maya never felt that way with any of the other patients on the 4th floor except for Izana. She presses her bracelet against the magnetic reader and the door clicks open. She walks in. "I'm back Mr. Kurokawa!" She says with a smile

But even if Izana was scary and made her feel vulnerable, he was still her favourite patient. "Welcome back, sweetheart." Izana says in his usual low timbre

Deep down Maya knew she was going to be disappointed the day she found out exactly what Izana did to end up here. She knew it was going to make her sad because he was pretty nice to talk to if you ignored how his gaze would go blank and how he seemed almost like an evil spirit— then Kurokawa Izana was a pretty solid guy.

Maya ends her shift at 5 am. As she's waiting for the elevator to come up so she can go back down to the first floor and clock out, Mr. Udea, like always asks how her shift was. "It was fine. Can't wait to go and sleep" Maya tells him with a sigh

Mr Ueda nods and looks around at the single hallway. "From the past month you've been working here I see you spend a lot of time in 401" He says

Technically, all patients were supposed to be asleep after dinner. But the rules for the 4th floor were different. They didn't care what they did in their rooms as long as they weren't causing a ruckus. However, many of the patients still slept anyway. Many except Izana. Maya was a psychiatrist working the night shift when all patients were sleeping. It was dumb for her to even be here in the first place. But money is money no matter what time it is earned. "Well, he's the only one awake and insists on talking to me. I'm a psychiatrist and it's kinda my job to talk to him" Maya tells him with a shrug

Mr. Ueda is frowning for some reason. It almost looks like he knows what Kurokawa Izana did. "What did he do to get in here by the way? 100 percent not a child groomer or pedophile since you let me go into his room... Uh, probably not a rapist either..." Maya keeps trying to think of the possibilities but they're endless

It's been a whole month since she was hired here and she made absolutely no progress in figuring out what Kurokawa Izana did to be admitted into Sunshine Grove. "Maybe don't think about it too much Doctor" Mr. Ueda says cutting her off "It's not important. You're doing your job better than any other psychiatrist that has worked here so far and I think that's enough. Don't concern yourself with what Kurokawa Izana did or who he is"

It sounds more like a demand than a suggestion. Maya is about to ask him what he means but the elevator doors open. "I'll see you Monday, Doctor Kaneko" Mr. Ueda says simply

Maya just nods and steps into the elevator.

How odd...

notes: reblogs, comments and likes are very much appreciated! I hope you enjoyed. I usually don’t edit my works and just say fuck it and post so if there are mistakes, my bad lol. Once again, not meant to be accurate depiction of psychiatric facilities!

[cpanther]

K&K Book 2 exert

An hour after he left the station he was before the needed warehouse. Rex had called him back letting him know that it appeared that there was a Kareen Mayshellfeel listed in one of the city state records. She was fifty four years of age, elf as her mugshot showed. “There’s a few variations of her name each one the vital information is the same, age and race is pretty much unchanged. She changed her birth date a couple of times but not enough to change her over all age.”

“Is this current name the right one?”

“Seems to be. She’s been married four times, each one she got a large share of the cash, either because he passed away, and before you ask no, I doubt she had a hand in. he died while fighting the lizards on Karen. She was here body was sent back.”

“How sure are they?”

Rex sighed. “Positive, his face wasn’t touched Konya. They like to make sure we know who they killed.”

true enough. The lizards no matter how brutal never messed with the face, at least not enough to change what a person looked like. They wanted the army to know who they held. More than a few of their people took their lives when they could removing the pain and the lizards ability to torture them. “When will it end?”

“When the lizards are willing to surrender, and stick to their native lands instead of trying to take over the island. Not that I really blame them. We did colonize the land.”

“Years before they were even a people.”Konya reminded his elven friend.

Rex sighed. “I know that man, but they were intelligent and they have records of a time when there was no one else. Most of them still believe they would have discovered fire without us.”

It was possible of course but as the lizards hadn’t progressed much in the past several hundred years Konya wasn’t inclined to believe it. “So her first died while on Karen?”

“Second too.” Rex told him as he’d made his way to the warehouse he’d need. According to the residences someone was always there and if he had the money they could even make a new ID though that was far more costly. One told him it was better to do it the legal way once they had the “proof” of residency.

“She married another army man?”

Rex confirmed it. “Yup. Both times she got a nice pay out. I think she was hoping the third would go as well but he was discharged before he brought the farm. They stayed together for a couple of months then she divorced him. She got half his pension, a good part of his discharge pay and an insurance policy she’d taken out before he got back. From what I’m seeing that was never cashed out. From what I’m seeing her forth was another divorce, he files. Not sure why. She didn’t get much, a few thousand, a car and of course another insurance policy. The last and the one the police want her for –”

Konya cut him off. “But our papers say insurance fraud.”

“True see the thing is she claimed to be married to a man who’s… well dead yes but he died about a week before the insurance claim was filed.”

The door to the warehouse stood before him. “So she found a guy who was either already dead or she killed him filed the claim, waited a few days and then what cashed it out?”

“Pretty much. In a way it was ingenious, she didn’t have to be with him only have enough information to sell the insurance company, she just had to plan it right, old guy keels over dead ans she collects.”

“What was the tip off?” He asked sucking in smoke as he lit the end of his cigarette.

Rex sighed. “A second claim, and a dead body weeks old found in the guys bed.”

that would do it. “Huh. So the cops have her on fraud. And possible murder. I’ll call you back.” With that he hung up took three more long drags before he tossed it and headed inside.

If he’d expected some dark room, with a common household printer going in a corner while a man took cash and promised the world he was very wrong. Instead the warehouse was brightly lit, several commercial printers were going, one making the needed envelopes including the windows, on another machine a stack was being put through to have the plastic added, rid printer was clearer of a more house hold size. Konya watched as one man pulled a sheet off the printer double checked it then carefully using a folding machine folded it then inserted it into one of the stacks of envelopes it was added to a small pile. When he finished he rose heading to another table and handed them off to the person seated there. Money changed hands and that one left.

[katesadventureworld]

    The Grinder Experience

** DISCLAIMER this blog features topics words and language that may not be suitable for under 18s adult supervision advised.**

Hey boos…  so, this was meant to be a sort of lighthearted look into the world of using Grinder and other dating apps. but recently I’ve been hit with a reminder to why so many people like myself find it hard to find dates, or struggle with there mental health…

Before we get into that let me explain Grinder! I’ve been on grinder on and off for quite a number of years now in that time I’ve made 2 friends and had to block at least 200 people…. so why is this? Well in general My experience with grinder had been full of fake profiles creepy old guys and people who want to blind date apparently. ( There profile has NO photos and they then send a dick pic as an opening… ew.) It’s an extremely frustrating app trying to find someone close by and who is genuine. (I’m also very fussy. so that doesn’t help me personally) Though on occasion there are some lovely people who pop up who just want to chat or leave a really nice complement even though they know they aren’t what I’m looking for.  But for the most half I’m bombarded with messages such as ( And these are genuine messages) “ Fuck me ur hot I’d deffo smash ur tight little pussy” “come sit on daddys lap baby ill show you a good time” or my personal dis-favorite “Wow your hot Ide deffo bend you over with my hand on your throat and fill you up with my cum then eat your ass out you want that baby “ Safe to say anyone who sends me those as opening lines get blocked instantly like WHY would you send messages like that sometimes accompanied with the worst dick pics I’ve ever seen as an opening WHO IS THIS WORKING ON! Its so distasteful and disrespectful and makes the App a vile place to be.

Before I move on to the competitors (Tinder POF Hinge and Badoo ) lets address my biggest issue with dating apps, Mainly Grinder and why this isn’t the light hearted look I wanted it to be.

You see, I identify as a “Trans woman” as this is easier to explain my situation (Please read my previous Blog “Me and Him” for more..) This can give some people easy ammo to use if I ignore them or simply don’t reply and delete there messages, it seems if you don’t reply they take it as I must try again and again and each time get a little bit more ruder, in the past I’ve been called all sorts and perhaps there is another blog in there somewhere about that, But just today as I write this post I was on grinder checking my messages and I received a message from a guy I simply didn’t reply too from 2 days ago, - I’ve been busy!  So his simple way of getting my attention and ending our chat was this. again, this Is a genuine message “ You are an arrogant man” now, Those who know me know I simply do not and will not accept any slander like this aimed at me or to anyone I know that said this hit me hard I’m already struggling with my MH at the moment although I don’t talk about it, so this comment has sent me into a spiral.  I AM NOT A MAN. IM NOT MANLY IM NOT A CROSSDRESER I AM NOT A TRANSVESTITE I AM A WOMAN.  I do constantly worry that I don’t look beautiful or feminine enough something that’s led me to hide away at home rather than go out shopping this week or do something I wanted to do which was write up some blogs in a coffee shop for a change of scene. I’ve been unable to be free due to my own thoughts getting to me so when I received this message I just wanted to try and scream at them Ironically I did reply with “WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME” and before I had a chance to get a reply or block them they had blocked me, so I guess I won without trying but this isn’t the first comment of this type I’ve got on this app, And although its slowed down a lot it still happens and it’s really not right in this day an age..

It’s only fair I now delve into the other apps I use So how do the other apps compare with grinder?

-Tinder … YAWN… same type of “Fuck boys” over and over I’m tired of swiping left! But those who I have matched with seem genuine with only one “Bott” now and again but they are so easy to figure out and block it doesn’t affect the overall experience of swiping left.. 3/10

-Badoo …. Notification central… and my god it’s a bit weird it had the same features as tinder with more options to see people and chat or send likes on their photos, but it just seems a little confusing like do people see the likes or what?? You also can’t message unless you match so what’s the point of being able to see them off the swipe feature?  So far seem like lots of genuine people on there and although I don’t think I’ll find Mr/Mrs/Them/There Right I think it’s a great place to make friends. BUT MY GOD ARE THE NOTIFICATIONS ANNOYING!  1/10

-  POF… Perhaps the most legendary app who hasn’t been on it right! Well, it seems to have died off almost completely, The old features I once enjoyed are gone, and the profiles seem to be people who forgot to delete them! shame as it could be good but they ruined it ,  1/10

- Hinge … well they say in there marketing it’s the app designed to be deleted.  YES it sure is get it in the bin its awful. You get like 5 likes a day.  There is so many tabs at the bottom that seem to do nothing to help you find someone it really is crap. 0/10 would not recommend.

And as for grinder….. Well, what can I say, its got me some attention and I’ve met up with one bad person. (currently writing that blog but its very hard to write.)  but also met up with a handful of respectable people I’ve had fun with. It’s not an app I want to use. But at the same time where would I be without it, I check it daily and nothing ever changes, 5/10 for me…  

With all of this said I am still trying to find genuine people to date but I’m so exhausted with it all. And must add that if I get ANY messages from people on grinder that do not match what I’m looking for to save the hassle of potential spam/ Hate messages I do block them straight away… maybe one day ill find an app that works or who knows meet someone who makes me want to never use them again!

Thanks for reading boos be great to know what you think of my blogs and what you experiences on apps have been I’ve been Katie-Mae Ellis and this has been a Kates adventures blog.

[comradecorvusartandwriting]

A Long Lost Tragedy #2: Errands and Insights

Dates: 2-9-27-5 to 2-10-23-5

A Small Errand

I woke up first this morning, as usual. Korragos snored a bit, but good grief Lady Remorse snores loud. She was in a room across the hall from us and I could still hear her sawing wood. Thankfully I slept through it all. Eventually Orxeos and Lluvia got up and we all headed downstairs. Korragos and Lady Remorse remained asleep.

We got downstairs and I fixed us a quick breakfast of porridge. Nothing fancy but it filled us up. Elyre was already up, and introduced us to his daughter, Eldaerenth. As we ate, I discussed the dream I had with Orxeos and Lluvia. Orxeos suggested that I should probably get it interpreted. I agree, being that with how weird things have been getting, it could mean any number of things. More unnervingly still, I realized that I now have a fire lily in my backpack, something I do not recall having picked up at any point. If that isn’t a sign telling me to get this dream interpreted, I don’t know what is. Orxeos also mentioned that we should probably figure out whatever that strange shard is, in case it's something we probably shouldn't be holding onto so closely, it might be dangerous. 

Lluvia suddenly accidentally broke her plate, a clean split straight down the middle. I do not know how she managed to do that, but thankfully Elyre told us not to sweat over it, and Eldaerenth helped me clean up the mess. Sadly my skills are not enough to repair ceramics like that, plus any result would likely not look good.

Korragos woke up next, and joined us for breakfast sitting down next to me. I told him about my dream, in hopes that maybe someone religious like him might have some insight about the imagery I saw in my dreams. He is as stumped as I am, but he agrees that we should probably get it checked out. Lady Remorse woke up last, and seemingly fell down the stairs as she came down. She was unharmed, thankfully.

Elyre asked a favor of us. He was working on a robe that was intended for some child, but had sewn one of the parts on the wrong way. It was still usable, but he did not want to sell a flawed product to his client. He asked us to take it to the market and sell it, saying we could keep whatever we earned from the sale, but advised that we do not go into the deeper markets. 

Thankfully, Orxeos knew the way to the markets and we got there fairly quickly. And he provided an ID (albeit a significantly outdated one) to Olvel (the shopkeeper we were told to find), and she was more than happy to accept. We sold off the robe, and I traded out my old short sword with something a bit more powerful, a bastard sword. I sold off the gold necklace I found the other day, and bought an everburning torch. I also bought a piece of smoked cheese from the cheese vendor for Orxeos’ rat, and it seemed to enjoy it.

Through talking with Olvel, she told us a few things of interest. One is that she would drop prices for us if we ever had some gossip to share (which I know I could probably get a pretty big discount on my purchases with, being all the things that I have dealt with in my past), and two is that the anthragata merchant nearby, Margaux, may have some idea of what the shard is, or at least know of someone who could help. We went and asked Margaux, and she surprised us with her answer. While she did not know firsthand, she imagined that Remember, the ironically forgetful lady who works at the church, might be able to be of assistance. As it turns out, as a prophet, her scattery nature is likely from her opening her mind a little too much. What good knowledge she has been able to receive has had the price on her mind, a noble sacrifice indeed. The others bought some salmon and shrimp from her, and we headed home towards Severtempt.

Seeking Remember’s Insight

As we traveled, I talked to Lady Remorse about my dream, and she said she will try and interpret it, as apparently that is one of her expertises. Hopefully whatever it means, it's a good thing. We eventually got back to Severtempt, and stopped by the Inn to let Tektel know that the job was done. He said he appreciated my honesty, hard work, and speed. Apparently it's hard to find people who don't drag their feet or try to swindle him out of more money than he owes them.  That warms my heart to hear, I am glad I could be of assistance. The others dropped the salmon and shrimp they bought off with Mesphelor, who said that while he hasn’t cooked shrimp in a while, he could definitely make something nice with them tomorrow.

We headed off to the church to find Remember. We found her watering the plants, apparently my watering system is broken? I didn’t notice anything right then and there but I will need to take a look at it later. We showed her the shard, and she claimed to feel a sort of draw to it, like it was familiar. She wanted to take it somewhere to inspect it further, but Orxeos jumped a bit and seemed insistent on not leaving the shard unattended. Remember advised us that when she meditates, it has the odd effect of putting anyone too close to her completely asleep. We then proposed that in case anything bad happens, we could be standing by at a distance, which she agreed to. 

We entered the Elden Temple. We stayed on the outer perimeter whilst Remember and Orxeos went towards the center. The temple is beautiful, might I add. As Remember began to focus, Orxeos seemed unphased by the alleged sleep-inducing effects. Remember radiated with multi-colored magic, and produced three ethereal forms, a pink one of herself, a blue one of a woman named Aliana, and a yellow one of a woman named Nefeli. Asking for their help, they then re-converged upon her, occupying the same space as her, like drawings made on separate pages overlapping each other. We were then granted a shared vision.

In a void, another woman sat before Remember. Bewildered at first, she questioned if any of this was real, Remember confirmed it was. The woman introduced herself as Systrofi, a prophet. She explained that as prophets of the Anthromystir, they were able to warn people when there is something wrong in the planes. Systrofi was the prophet of the mortal plane, the one in which we all reside. She had a specific name for it but I do not recall it as of the time of writing. Our confusion over the Anthromystir at first seemed to concern her, as she does not recall how long she has been in this state, but she has a vague idea of how she came into it. She believes it was a betrayal, not just of her, but of many other prophets like her, but claims that she cannot imagine any reason why someone would betray them other than spite or other ill emotions. She said that something bad would happen soon, assuming that she has been unable to communicate the problems with the planes for who knows how long, and she needs to be made whole again.

She says that, including this shard, there are two other fragments of her out in the world, but only this one can be communicated with. She believes that the next one is in Hellsgate’s main volcano, as dramatic as it may sound. She begged Remember to not forget about her, and Remember promised that she wouldn’t forget, and shook her hand.  Systrofi noted that whilst she previously felt like she was fading away, the magical presence of the temple seemed to have halted it, manifesting in a physical (or seemingly physical) form briefly, and wished to remain at the temple. She then faded from view, but her presence was still there. Orxeos then placed the shard, which had now stopped glowing, in the middle of the grooves in the tiles in the center of the temple, and covered it in a bit of moss to ensure it stayed put.

Lluvia seemed somewhat distressed at the thought of going to Hellsgate, but when asked, she insisted that it was all fine. Lluvia is not good at hiding her discomfort, I know something is wrong, but I will let her open up about it when she feels ready to talk, I will not force her.

Things are getting stranger by the day, and these circumstances seem very dire. Saving the mortal plane from a potential calamity sounds like a tall order, but I will certainly try my hardest to make sure everything is as it should be. We will likely be headed to Hellsgate soon, so I better prepare accordingly.