#POOR ORPHANS AND RUNAWAYS

[a-very-zilly-gooze]

my friend: hey, you were over there muttering under your breath for a long time, are you okay?

me: oh, yeah, i’m fine! i was just vocally stimming. it helps me calm down in overstimulating environments.

my friend: oh, okay! if you don’t mind me asking, what were you saying to calm yourself down?

me: oh, i was just reciting the entire script of Disney’s 1992 flop movie-musical Newsies starring Christian Bale and David Moscow from memory.

my friend: …

me: i didn’t remember it as well as i used to, since i haven’t seen the movie in two years, but i got through about the first thirty minutes, minus the songs, without too much trouble.

my friend: how do you not have an autism diagnosis

#lowkey disappointed i couldn’t get through more of the script #but backstage during a concert with choir kids is so overstimulating omg #autistic #autism moment #neurodivergent #newsies #92sies #IN 1899 THE STREETS OF NEW YORK CITY E C H O E D WITH THE VOICES OF NEWSIES #BRINGIN YOU THE NEWS OF JOSEPH PULITZER WILLIAM RANDOLPH HEARST AND OTHER GIANTS OF THE NEWSPAPER WORLD. #ON EVERY CORNER YOU SAW ‘EM CARRYING THE BANNER #BRINGIN YOU THE NEWS FOR A PENNY A PAPE. #POOR ORPHANS AND RUNAWAYS #THE NEWSIES WERE A RAGGED ARMY WITHOUT A LEADER. #UNTIL ONE DAY ALL THAT CHANGED…

[bbzb]

At the age of 7-8, Atsushi escapes from the orphanage and encounters an armed detective agency. Headcanon

* Now the other characters are the same age. Only Atsushi's age is like 7-8 years old due to headcanon.

*The Armed Detective Agency was facing a new crime. A tiger cub was stealing meat and fruit from stores and causing harm to the store owners.

*Originally, this task was given to someone else, but Kenji was the first to find Atsushi. Kenji found Atsushi hiding in an alley in his tiger form. Of course, Kenji thought Atsushi was a normal tiger.

*He then somehow convinced Atsushi and carried him to the detective agency. Atsushi, on the other hand, only enjoyed the food that Kenji gave him an ounce for. Of course, when we got to the detective agency, things got a little confusing.

Kenji, "I found a runaway albino tiger!”

Kunikida, "What where?! Why did you bring him here?!"

*There was chaos at first, but it quickly ended. Kenji, Rampo, Naomi, Kyouko and Fukuzawa wanted to adopt Atsushi, thinking he was a tiger cub. Tigers are cats, after all.

*Dazai, Tanizaki, Yosano and Kunikida were determined to give him to a zoo, but they lost in numbers. However, Dazai and Rampo noticed that when the tiger cub heard this, he understood them and reacted in fear.

Dazai, "Oh what a clever little tiger. Come here~"

Fukuzawa, "Dazai, don't give the poor tiger weird looks!”

*When Dazai touched Atsushi's tiger form, Atsushi's true form appeared. They notice how weak Atsushi is. Of course, at first everyone was surprised except Rampo and Dazai.

*They realized from Atsushi's clothes that he was an orphan. They planned to give him to the orphanage, but Atsushi got scared and cried. It quickly became clear that this was a bad idea, as it took hours to calm Atsushi down.

*They later learned the reason why Atsushi ran away from the orphanage and decided to take care of Atsushi.

*Atsushi is a calm kid so he doesn't cause too many problems.

*Some armed detective agency members may ask Atsushi to turn into a tiger.

*Dazai will definitely test how cat-like Atsushi's tiger form is by shining a laser at it.

(Dazai points laser at Atsushi) Dazai, "Come on, kitty kitty."

Atsushi, "I will report you to Kunikida and Fukuzawa."

*When Atsushi gets tired of Dazai's teasing, he goes to the other members and complains about Dazai. Atsushi suffers a lot because of Dazai.

*He will get candy from Rampo and Yosano and Fukuzawa will scold him because his teeth are rotting.

*After a while, the detective agency starts giving simple tasks to Atsushi because Atsushi insists on it.

*Atsushi is definitely getting pampered every day because he is such a cute kid.

*The big problem is that there are people chasing Atsushi. Some enemies who learn about Atsushi's ability will go after Atsushi. Of course they will take care of it, but Atsushi will definitely get caught in the crossfire.

*However, there will be no problem as the members of the Armed Detective Agency will deal with it as quickly as possible.

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I'm bored. Please give me something to write about, I'm really bored. Sorry, my English is not very good. Anyway, seriously, give me a few ideas and if I like them, I'll write them.

#atsushi nakajima #bsd atsushi #bungou stray dogs atsushi #bsd fukuzawa #fukuzawa yukichi #bungo stray dogs fukuzawa #atsushi headcanons #bsd edogawa rampo #bsd rampo #rampo #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai osamu #bsd kenji #bsd kunikida #kunikida doppo #bungou stray dogs kunikida #naomi bsd #bsd yosano #bungou stray dogs yosano #tanizaki junichirou #bsd tanizaki #tanizaki bsd #bsd kyouka #bsd headcanons #bsd #bungou stray dogs headcanon #bungou stray dogs

[mixelation]

i wrote more reborn au help

“It’s five now,” Matron told them grimly.  

A week ago, there had been six shinobi clans in Sound Country. Matron didn’t describe what happened to the sixth one. She didn’t have to. Most of the orphans have already been sent out to see the war themselves. 

Tori picked at a thread on the hand-me-down yukata she’d been given. It was a mustard yellow that probably would have looked lovely on another child but just made her skin look oddly gray. They hadn’t made her do anything yet but help lug water out to the aftermath of a battle once. She was only four. 

“This is why it’s important you train hard,” Matron concluded, before dismissing them into the yard. 

It wasn’t fair, Tori thought as she plodded along at the back of the line, that she had to be reborn into this stupid universe and didn’t even get to be born into a cool family. She would have liked magic eyeballs, maybe, or being taught to read minds. This clan did have a kekkei genkai that involved screaming like a bat, but she wasn’t one of them. She’d been born to a civilian family that had been the tragic victims of the Third Shinobi War, and the clan had taken her along with any other orphan kid they found.

The poor shmuck in charge of orphan training today was a teenager who didn’t seem to have any real plan in mind. He instructed them to practice hitting each other with sticks, and Tori was handed a bamboo pole and paired off with another girl, a couple years older. 

Tori didn’t want to hit anyone with a stick, much less another little girl. She’d rather be taught how to fight alongside a dog partner, and Tori didn’t even like dogs. 

The other little girl was shaking. She was new, and like Tori’s new-timeline family she didn’t even remember, her parents had been farmers. The Matron promised them every morning that they were training to be shinobi just like everyone else in the clan, but the clan relied on parents or older siblings teaching their children individually or in small groups, and the orphans just got whoever was around and free on any given day. This girl had never had to fight anyone in her life. 

(There were barely any children over the age of eight, because eight was the age they decided it was okay to start sending people out into the battlefield.)

“You can come at me first,” Tori offered, squaring her shoulders and holding the pole in front of her the way she thought they’d told them to do it a month ago. 

It additionally wasn’t fair that Tori didn’t seem to be any more physically gifted than in her previous life. She seemed to have the exact same body as before, complete with a head of runaway curls that the Matron seemed confused by, and that meant physical activity didn’t come easily to her. 

The other girl hesitated a few moments, and then half-heartedly smacked her pole against Tori’s. She didn’t even aim for Tori herself. The teenager in charge of them was busily sharpening some kunai and not paying any attention to the hollow thwaps of incompetent children hitting things with bamboo poles. 

Really, really unfair, Tori thought. 

xXx

Medical supplies were perpetually low, and so the welts now across Tori’s knuckles would go unbandaged. They had soap, at least, and plenty of well water. Tori had even gotten to help an ancient kunoichi make the last batch of soap. 

Tori examined her hand as they waited in line for a lunch of plain rice porridge. She must be holding the pole wrong, for a seven year old to accidentally hit her knuckles like that. 

(This was one advantage Tori had over the other orphans: she didn’t mind getting hurt. She preferred not to be hurt, obviously, but she’d lost a lot of the natural human fear of pain.)

They were also short on most kitchen supplies, so Tori had to share her bowl with two boys. They’d just sat down on the edge of the main house’s engawa when a group of shinobi bounded into the yard in excitement. 

“We got one!” one of them cried, holding something over his head. “Where’s the Old Man? We found one!”

Whatever it was, a group was rapidly forming around the shinobi. The two boys Tori was to share with got up to go see themselves, and Tori pulled the bowl into her lap. Their loss. 

Tori ate as fast as she could while she watched the proceedings. The Clan leader eventually appeared, and the crowd parted for him. The shinobi knelt as he presented the leader with… some sort of kunai?

“We were scouting a battlefield of the Yellow Flash, as you commanded,” one of the shinobi reported. 

Ah, shit, Tori thought as horror dawned on her. 

“It has some sort of fuinjutsu on it,” the shinobi was saying as the Clan Leader carefully flipped the three-pronged kunai over in his hands. “If we study it, maybe he can learn one of his techniques.”

Tori set the bowl down on the engawa and hopped to her feet. 

“Excuse me,” she called, approaching the gaggle of people around the Clan Leader. “Excuse me, are you really sure that’s a good idea?”

The Clan Leader looked at her like she was some sort of insect. 

“Don’t speak unless spoken to, girl,” the Clan Leader responded.

Tori ignored the warning. “Doesn’t the Yellow Flash, like, teleport? Do you really want to risk him teleporting here?”

The teenager who’d been in charge of them that morning was commanded to take her to a back training ground and hit her ten times with one of the bamboo poles. He only hit her eight times, all on her back. 

“The next person won’t be as nice,” he warned her. 

Tori had to lay on her belly to sleep, crammed into a room with twelve other orphans. In the morning, she was excused from ninja practice and sent to help the ancient kunoichi who made soap with laundry. Tori considered this a bonus. The soap kunoichi was the only person she really liked. 

“This does need to be wrapped,” the kunoichi diagnosed her back, clicking her tongue. “Why did you speak up, you foolish child? Here, lie down and I’ll help.”

Tori laid down on her belly again, and she twitched only a little as the kunoichi pushed chakra into her back. 

“I was right,” Tori mumbled into her arms. “That kunai is dangerous.”

The kunoichi sighed. “Always too clever for your own good, girl. Of course it’s dangerous. Trust your elders to know how to contain dangerous techniques.”

Tori craned her neck, turning her head to look at the kunoichi. “Really?” she asked. “How?”

The kunoichi clicked her tongue again. “No technique a brat like you will understand.”

“I understood the soap,” Tori countered. “Didn’t you tell Matron once, that a failure of one person to explain isn’t a failure of another person to understand–”

“Oi!” the kunochi countered, moving her hand to pinch an unblemished part of Tori’s side sharply. “The mouth on you!”

She did explain, though. The clan possessed a special chest, which was adorned with a special seal the clan had spent generations developing. It made the chest unbreakable, and so the kunai was harmless as long as it was inside. 

Tori doubted this, but she also doubted Minato would have a reason to come attack this little clan specifically. Then again, what did she know? She knew the date this war had ended in another timeline, and she knew at some point before that date the five Sound Country shinobi clans would unite as one village, but she didn’t know if she could expect things to proceed as they had before. She didn’t know what she’d changed, if anything, just by being here. 

One problem at a time, Tori decided, getting to her feet to go find some clean rags for the kunoichi to dress her wounds.

#reborn au #my writing #i decided tori probably DOES know some key dates and historical happenings #she's not super into history but she does spend all her spare time reading and watching TV in plasticity #so even if she's not reading history books specifically... she does expose herself to the culture pretty consistently #so she knows when the third war ends lol #but she doesn't know what happens to this specific clan oops

[fionajames]

circus au headcanons

A/N: Hey lovelies, hope your all fantastic! Have some circus au headcanons! Please send requests, I'm desperate. Please!

 Jedi Caravan:

Yoda, ringmaster: short man with long green and white hair, long green and white beard, green eyes and light skin.

Mace, second in command: tall man with brown skin, amber eyes, bald.

Shaak: tall woman with rosey skin, white birthmarks that look markings, long blue and white hair, yellow eyes. Aunt or some decent relation of Ahsoka.

Kit: man with long, afro green hair, dark eyes, dark skin.

Ki-Adi: man with light skin, blue eyes, bald.

104th Caravan

Plo: man with dark skin, short black hair, amber eyes.

Wolffe: boy with short black hair, one brown eye one robotic grey eye, tan skin.

Sinker: boy with short black hair, brown eyes, tan skin.

Comet: boy with short black hair, brown eyes, tan skin.

Boost: boy with short black hair, brown eyes, tan skin.

212th Caravan

Obi-Wan: man with ginger hair, ginger beard, light freckled skin, blue eyes

Cody: boy with short black hair, brown eyes, tan skin, scar on forehead

Waxer: usual appearance (i forgot)

Boil: usual appearance (i forgot)

Trapper: boy with short black hair, brown eyes, tan skin.

501st Caravan

Anakin: boy with medium length brown hair, blue eyes, light skin, scar over right eye.

Ahsoka: girl with orangey-tan skin, cream marking-like birthmarks, blue eyes, braided blue and white hair

Rex: boy with blonde buzzcut, tan skin, brown eyes

Jesse: boy with brown eyes, tan skin, bald

Fives: boy with brown eyes, tan skin, short black hair

Echo: boy with brown eyes, tan skin, short black hair

Tup: boy with brown eyes, tan skin, long black hair

Hardcase: boy with brown eyes, tan skin, bald

Members of other Caravans (only a few, doesn’t include all members.)

Depa: woman with long brown hair, brown eyes, olive skin

Caleb: boy with short brown hair, brown eyes, light skin

Cal: boy with scruffy ginger hair, blue eyes, light freckled skin

Jaro: man with short purple hair, dark skin, purple eyes

Barris: girl with long braided black hair, charcoal skin, green eyes, black freckles

Luminara: woman with short black hair, charcoal skin, green eyes, black freckles

THOSE ARE ROUGHLY THE MAIN MEMBERS OF THE CIRCUS, BUT THERE ARE MORE

HEADCANONS NOW

Okay so, basically, the Republic’s circus (idk) is being funded by a wealthy man named Sheev Palpatine. Secretly, Palpatine is not only funding, but in charge of the Separatists’ circus. 

Most droids are in the Circus au, usually either horses, dogs or occasionally cats. 

A man named Jango Fett had a very large family with lots of sons and cousins and one daughter. No one knows why there are so many boys.

All the family apart from Jango and the youngest generation died, and then so did Jango, leaving them all orphaned. At that time, the circus was coming through their town, so many of them joined.

Most circus members are orphans or runaways.

Luminara and Barriss are probably very distantly related, same with Shaak and Ahsoka. 

Younger circus members are apprenticed to older members.

Qui-Gon was killed by a criminal on the run named Maul, who had actually been part of the Separatist circus. He killed Qui-Gon because he was guarding the money box.

A month before that, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had found Anakin and his mother Shmi. Shmi was very broke and decided her son would have a better life with them.

Padme and the rest of the senate are basically just wealthy people.

Padme and Anakin met two weeks after Qui-Gon adopted him. They meet up whenever they can. The relationship is sort-of-forbidden, very frowned upon because the wealthy people like the circus for entertainment and then think the people are poor and peasants.

Everyone in the circus knows Padme and Anakin are dating, even though they think no one knows. It’s very obvious.

If the Separatists and the Republic are in the same area, fights often break out. People sometimes die, but its more common for people to get seriously injured and leave the circus. 

The Separatists kidnapped Echo as a hostage and everyone thought he ran away but some new Jango-spawn members to the circus, Fives, Rex, Anakin and Ahsoka found him and brought him back.

Ahsoka left the circus at one point for a month after being accused of a robbery the Separatists committed but returned quickly. 

Some of the Jango-spawn (Fox, Thorn, Thire, etc) work for Palpatine as his guards, cause he’s a rich bitch.

Some members - if not orphans or runaways - like Anakin were simply given over in hopes of a better life. Ahsoka was one of these, also because her parents feared they weren’t good enough at being parents when she was taken by a mountain lion.

Ahsoka and Shaak come from an Indigenous tribe, and their teeth are more pointed and they still have their fangs. They hunt deer mostly, and cook it over the fire to eat. Their tribe are called Togrutas.

Obi-Wan was an orphan and found by Mace, who took him back to the Circus.

Obi-Wan and Anakin have an acrobatics act, whilst Ahsoka does Equestrian Vaulting. Rex and Cody play music. Jesse, Fives and Hardcase have a comedy act. After the show, a lot of the members busk to get extra money.

Fives and Ahsoka were messing around one day when they stumbled upon the Separatists camp. They were looking around when they saw Palpatine. They rushed back and told Yoda that they were being played.

Yoda cut the deal with Palpatine and made a deal with Bail Organa instead. It later turned out Palpatine was a wanted criminal, and he was sentenced to a life-sentence in a prison far away.

Palpatine’s Guard split, either joining the Republic’s circus or choosing to guard Bail. Bail treated them much, much better. 

Palpatine was also Mayor of the town, so when he was arrested, Bail took his place. Bail made it legal for the circus to marry the richer folk, claiming it was foolish and unkind, for no reason. Secretly, he knew of Padme and Anakin’s relationship, and wanted his best friend to be happy.

A few months later, Padme gave birth to twins. The Circus was still travelling, so Padme convinced Obi-Wan, Ahsoka and Anakin to live at her house part-time. When the circus was close, they lived with the circus. When it was far away, they usually stayed with Padme. Ahsoka managed to convince Rex to do the same.

Anakin revealed that Palpatine had tried to get him to join the Separatists' circus before Fives and Ahsoka had discovered the betrayal. Palpatine had told him he controlled both, and that he would have more money and be closer to Padme if he joined them. However, Anakin hadn’t turned, as he loved his family too much.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed, please send requests!!!

#the clone wars #tcw #clones #501st legion #clone troopers #captain rex #anakin skywalker #ahsoka #star wars #clone wars #212th battalion #obi wan #obi wan kenobi #ahsoka tano #circus #circus au #circus gar au #ka’ra writes ❤️

[ezra-trait]

bold the facts with germ

i obviously picked my favorite boy! thanks olly @void-imp for tagging me 🫶💕

the rules are simple! tag people and name a character you want to know more about! if you want to let the person you tagged decide who to showcase, then don’t name a character and they can pick somebody. easy! the person who is tagged will then bold the remarks below which apply to their character &, if they want to, include a picture with their reply!

[ PERSONAL]

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other

✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other (college dropout)

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ FAMILY ]

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no sibling(s) / sibling(s) is deceased

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable (he's a runaway)

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between

♦ desorganized / organized / in between

♦ close minded / open-minded / in between

♦ calm / anxious / in between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between

♦ cautious / reckless / in between

♦ patient / impatient / in between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ leader / follower / in between

♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown

♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / spiritual

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don't know / don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don't care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don't know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical: yes / no

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / alcoholic

☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special ocassions / sometimes / frequently / addict

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic

♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

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tag list: @softgali / @buttertrait / @radical-sims / @diwns / @agena87 / @vampiredisk / @liliumsims / @alelelesimz (ale i'm beggin u to make one of vega pls) / (●'◡'●)

#HE GOT A HAIRCUT BTW #ezra-texts #tag games #germ génesis

[herbrattybaby]

Chapter 1

Cold

Thats how this small room always was. He didn't seem to care though he never cared how rancid the room smelled the bastard just took one smell in disgust and slammed the door behind him getting one of his employees to deep clean it so he could go in to torture the poor girl some more. 5 years ago Perse thought life was as worse as it could get. Being a runaway orphan from an abusive orphanage who constantly abused and ridiculed her for having autism. It wasn't even just the other kids that bullied her it was the staff too. Even going as far as too purposely slam doors and make her eat foods that made her sick. Especially Tomatoes. Perse couldn't stand them the texture the flavor EVERYTHING. Living on the streets seemed better. At least she stood a chance getting away from the abuse of she had places to run and wouldn't have to eat tomatoes and get constantly sick all the time. Things would be better. Thats what she thought anyway.

3 months after her escape she got really sick with the flu where she couldn't even move from the dirty alleyway she lived in. When Perse thought all hope was lost a tall man in a lab coat approached her offering her food and shelter a place she could recover from her illness. Nobody has ever been this kind to her in her life she had no idea of the sick and twisted intentions he had for her. At first he was kind. Of course thats how it almost always is with most abusers. Staying up late with her while she recovered and making her soup. Things were going well. Perse finally thought someone cared and loved about her. But it all changed when she fully recovered. She could remember laying on the floor coloring in a color book. Never being able to color growing up since the other kids would steal the crayons and rip up her colorings before she hardly even started.

The page she was coloring was almost done finally she'd have the satisfication and happiness of finally being able to finish a coloring even if it was done sloppily out of the lines. The sharp pain in her neck made the pink crayon drop from her hand. Looking up in horror she saw the man who saved her from the streets holding the needle in her neck. His eyes no longer held the care and compassion they did when he took care of her they now were stone cold like he wouldn't even care if he sliced her neck open. Perse awoke in a dirty room in what she guessed was the basement of his house. There was a dirty mattress in the left corner of the room and a foul smelling toilet on the right side.

"I almost forgot how foul it smelled in here"

He unlocked the door to her cell and roughly pulled her out and strapped her down to a table. Perse watched as he pulled out his phone and started talking to a man on the phone.

"Iv'e got the perfect test subject ready be here as soon as possible"

Perse couldn't help but start crying loudly. Which was met with a hard slap to the face.

"Lets make this clear. While you're here you shut your damn mouth. Don't scream, don't cry, don't make a damn sound or it will be so much more worse than you. Do you understand?" Perse nods while trying not to cry anymore.

She was 13 when this all started. Now she was 18 and has lost all hope. They injected her with so many different things shes lost count some made her have seizures while others caused her body to be in excruciating pain. Today she had enough of staying quiet she had to ask what shes been wondering all this time. Perse layed in the bed in her cell while the mad man was cleaning up his station mostly consisting of syringes and cleaning up the blood on the table you were always strapped too.

"W-why are you doing this to me" Perse said while shaking.

"Didn't I tell you never to say a word? But i suppose I can tell you since you've been such a good girl all these years"

He kneeled down in front of the cell.

"Im sure you know who batman is. Everyone whose anyone knows who that bastard is. The problem is that nobody has been able to take him down. But YOU my dear will. We're gonna give you so much power that you'll be able to walk the streets in his blood and Gotham will be ours for the taking! And if you even try to disobey we'll let the other villians have their fun with you"

So thats why they were doing this? Making her a weapon. It all made sense now. All the things they were injecting her with were supposed to make her stronger but it was just destroying her slowly.

"Get some rest darling you have a busy day tomorrow"

How right he was

The next day she was strapped down. The mad man and another scientist were in the room. He held a blue liquid in a syringe and injected it into her arm. Perse could'nt hold back her scream. Her eyes turned a light blue.

A cup full of water on the table levitated and shot through one of the assistants in the throat. Clutching his throat before he fell to the floor dead slipping on his own blood falling onto the mad man.

"THIS WASN'T APART OF THE PL-"

Water covered his head starting to drown him. He tried tearing the water bubble off but it was no use. He suffocated to death. Perse pulled on the metal cuffs with all of her strength and managed to pull them off. She quickly ran to the exit of the basement running into the door and breaking it. Whatever they injected her with caused her to have super strength and the ability to control water. She didn't believe this was enough to take down batman not in the slightest.

But now she didn't have to try to kill him. Perse was free and the only thing she can think to do is run. But in arkham city nowhere is safe. Right when she got out in the open streets Jokers gang surrounded her.

"Look what we have here. A cute little thing. Must be our lucky day"

"Wait why are her eyes turning blue? OH SHIT RUN!"

The men ran away as the water started surrounding her. She sent out water strikes to the men knocking the men into buildings. Some weren't as lucky and were sliced in half by how sharp the water was. Their guts scattered the streets leaving a horrified Perse.

'WHATS HAPPENING WHAT DO I DO'

Before she could run again someone kicked her in the back sending her flying. Perse let out a painful cry and looked up to see him. The Batman. As he held out a batarang getting closer to Perse her mind regressed. Really young. Confused of everything that was happening. Her mind, situation, and batman approaching her she did something she hasn't done in years. Cry.

"NO HURT IM SORRY DIDN'T MEANS ITS"

A female voice then yelled at Batman telling him to stop. It was Oracle.

"Batman don't hurt her shes not in the right state of mind"

"What do you mean Oracle?"

"Shes a little Bruce. It means shes in a younger headspace. By the way shes talking i'd say shes about two right now. I know she killed those people but I don't think she had any evil intent. Please trust me"

Batman had his doubts but he trusted in Barbra. He took off his belt and slowly walked towards her. Perse knew his belt had all of his weapons from what she saw on tv and how he took out the batarang from his belt.

"You're safe now im not gonna hurt you" Batman calmly said and kneeled down next to her. Perse didn't know why but he trusted him. All she wanted was protection someone who would love her unconditionally. And she felt that in him. She wasn't scared anymore but she still cried as she hugged him tight. Batman embraced her trying not to hug her too tight in case of frightening her.

"C-cold"

Perse started shivering in his hold. It made sense how she was so cold. it was almost winter and she was wearing this ripped up nightgown.

Batman took off his cape and wrapped her in it.

"Is that better?"

Perse nodded and hugged the cape tighter.

She was finally safe

#fandom agere #little space #agere #agerereader #little!reader #batman agere #dc agere #age regression #agere caregiver

[lunelfy]

Bold The Facts

The rules are simple! Tag people and name a character you want to know more about! If you want to let the person you tagged decide who to showcase, then don’t name a character and they can pick somebody. Easy! The person who is tagged will then bold the remarks below which apply to their character &, if they want to, include a picture with their reply!

Thank you for the tag! @lilypixels @autumnserenade @neriney ♥

Decided to go for Alune this time 💜

Since I displayed both his "fantasy" (nebulean vampire) and "human" version, I'll try answering the facts for both incarnations.

[ PERSONAL]

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty ✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable ✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other

✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / committed crimes in order to save his people / yes, but charges were dismissed (for this i guess it can only be understood when reading their [background] stories 😅)

[ FAMILY]

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased / it's complicated

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable / runaway

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between / intro-extovert?

♦ disorganized / organized / in between

♦ close minded / open-minded / in between

♦ calm / anxious / in between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between

♦ cautious / reckless / in between

♦ patient / impatient / in between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ leader / follower / in between

♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between / cute bastard

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between / melancholic

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ cultured /uncultured / in between / unknown

♦ loyal / oath-loyal / disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / Spiritual

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / spiritual religious

❀ Philosophical: yes / no / sometimes

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable / depends on mood

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none yet / all

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all / varies

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic

☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs: never / never /special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater / um, blood a/o arcane magic

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic

♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

This was a lot of fun to do, but also insightful, in some way? Thank you again :)

Tagging: @poisonedsimmer @soulchan91 @latteaki @toskasimz @rethdis-love @lazysunjade @buttertrait @mahvaladara @izayoichan (for any sim you'd like/haven't done yet ♥) and whoever else would like to join ♥ (feel free to ignore if not interested!)

#tag game #bold the facts #oc questions #oc: adoi alune lovell #ocstuff

[thefrenchydude]

Some answers

@owlwatcher73: About the facility the player was part of, did they train warriors/assassins?

Ok, thanks for your question!

So, yes, the facility was connected to an orphanage. All the outcasts ended up there: orphans, abandoned children, sold to the institute, runaways, the poor... They've been trained to become hired killers/assassins. That's why Reader hates being surprised by Macaque.

I had a scene that I eventually deleted that showed Reader having a flashback of the institute after seeing baby monkeys fighting playfully -it reminded him of when he had to fight comrades, sometimes to death-.

Reader had been forced to kill in training in order to survive; without the facility, he would have been left to die in the street.

The facility sought to create a future army of bloodthirsty dogs, ready to eliminate the slightest troublemaker.

And troublemakers were a dime a dozen for Easy, especially since the rise in influence of one man: Lex.

Reader's first mission was to kill Lex. He was a threat to some very high placed people, because Lex wanted to get rid of corruption in the city. But fate decided otherwise. To get close to his target, Reader had to talk to him. He fell in love with the dreamer he was and his conviction that he could change everything.He was kind, a true justice-lover and his smile was like a calm sea under the sun, it was relaxing.

The other teams had to help Reader escape once he'd killed him. They left Reader with 2 options: to poison one of his drinks, or to stab him once he was alone -like in the bathroom- (more risky).

In the end, Reader decided not to do it and even got away with Lex, for his own safety. It wasn't easy, especially with the other teams chasing after them. But he'd managed to flee, all while keeping his secret identity hidden.

Lex never knew, and after that, they became lover and eventually got married.

Reader did everything to ensure that he and Lex would always be safe, but one question never left him: "what if?".

That's why he's stressed every time he's alone or in a new situation. He has to stay in control to save the one he loves.

The facilities still exist, they've just moved elsewhere, so as not to be found by Reader -who is now struggling to preserve peace and security, and against class differences-.

This also explains why he's more of a fighter than other readers.

I'll have to put all that in the story ;- ;

PS: I really like Lex 😭 At first I only created him to be Reader's husband to put him in that situation, but I really REALLY like him now. (What he says about loving Reader in the second chapter wasn't supposed to be here, I just wrote it because it seemed like a Lex thing to say, since he's MY husband too🤣).

#murderous lust #yandere wukong #fiction #monkie kid #lmk mk #sorry for the mistakes #i'm still french

[unholywriter]

Chapter Three

Percival Fredrickstien von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III

Warnings: None.

We’re All Runaways

Chapter Four: From The Hideout

Nor’i didn’t even give time for Reginald to help open the main doors. The pure bulk force from this woman was remarkable. Heading out, she managed too allow the brisk nip in the air too blanket her exposed skin. Shuffling through the snow, she sped on too the town square.

As for Percival, he finished his tea, set it down and gave Lord Euston a fair warning. “Don’t make dealings with the Briarwood’s.” As his tea cup left his hand finally, Lord Euston looked down at the paper he set it on. Signature’s from the Briarwood’s that were on a letter sent to him were now stained with tea splashes of red.

Before he could look up and search Percy’s eyes. Percy had already left the study, and continued his way out of the estate. Nor’i trotted through the snow, leaving behind a trial. But among the other prints for those who’ve woken this morning, it would be hard for Percy to track. Even her weight, you’d expect her to be slowed down. But she was light as a feather and left just as quick leaving the white haired boy far behind. What was he even thinking? Actually considering to work with such a stranger? He sighed, taking a hard right and heading back too the tavern.

As for Nor’i, her thoughts cared not for Percy. He was an obstacle she’ll have no choice too encounter down the road on this job but, for now she was scouring the market watching young children and teenager’s toss snow balls straight at each other’s faces. Lord Euston spoke of Lance’s friends. The rift raft of Ironheart. Standing aside the bakery’s doors smashing on a fresh baked bread; she kept her gaze with limited attention. She’d look upon the children, and then the few others that headed too their morning errands. she was looking specifically for the roughest of the bunch. The bully, the one who’d run tail between his leg’s because that’s what they’d all do with a situation like Lance’s. Although the assumptions were tossed aside as a blonde haired, freckled brown eyed girl came barreling after one that be considered a small fry. Oh how she was the leader of this possible rough batch of runts.

She pummeled a smaller kid with dirty blonde hair, a ragged looking overall attire with patch worked gloves. He stood no chance as he balled up in the snow and the rest of her followers joined in with more snow balls. A sigh left her lips, she couldn’t say anything because she was that girl when she was young. All she could remember was the times her and Grove bullied younger kids into doing things they didn’t want to do. Although, Grove real quick was the one who managed to turn Nor’i around really fast once he saw his feathers were falling off. It was a learning process of being young, not only that. Grove was indeed an Orphan so her parents took him in. Growing up together, she missed that. A solemn expression crept on her face. Someday, this girl will learn. Just the fact Lance’s death should have been enough. Although, someone so young might have a hard time realizing that it’s their hand they dealt the fate of others in.

Stepping forward, she managed to walk and stand behind the kids without notice. She cleared her throat, and crossed her arms waiting for their response. It was as if scaring a bunch of gutter cats. Their hair all raised up at their spines, the petrified look of being on edge. Spinning around, the teenage blonde girl looked up at Nor’i wide eyed. “W-what do you want?!”

The bratty tone that left her mouth only made Nor’i raise an eyebrow. “Look kid, if you don’t start allowing that poor boy a breath he might rain some hell on you later on in life that’ll you’ll definitely not see coming.”

“What? Bigly? Ha!” She sort of snorted. “He couldn’t tie a shoe lace together let alone come up with any master plan to get back at us.” The blonde girl crossed her arms together, the others following and snickering laughs.

“Is that what you thought of Lance Euston before you got him killed?” Nor’i tilted her head, and the instant sound of crickets that played as a melody for these kids only confirmed she was right.

“I ain’t got nothin’ to do with that!” The blonde girl pointed at her and was beginning to step away. So far that she began to stumble on the kids behind her. “H-he’s the crazy one…” She began to push past them. “Move!” And as she did she began to run, the kids soon following in suit. Nor’i continued to watch with a shake of the head. The story with those kids were over so far, looking down she saw Bigly, still curled up sniffling in the snow.

“Come on kid.” She bent down and held out her hand. From under his arms he still held his head tucked under, two pair of blue eyes pierced at her like ice daggers in fear. There was hesitation, so she smiled. “Let’s get you warmed up and you can tell me all about how these kids are a bunch of little shits. Maybe I can tell you how too stand up for yourself in exchange, yeah?”

“They’ll make it worse if I snitch!” He began to loosen his tense posture but still kept his position.

“The only thing that makes it worse if you do nothing about it.” She kept her hand out, that smile still tugging her lips. It was gentle, and genuine. For some reason, she remembered Grove all drenched in oil, dirt and curled up in a back alley of a town her family was visiting at the time. Slowly the kid began to rise. “Bigly right?”

He took her hand, and she helped him up. “It’s Murphy actually, they just call me that to be mean.”

Nor’i began walking to the Bakery yet again, seeing her bread she dropped in the snow. “Well come on Murphy, let me get us both something warm to eat and I can lend you my war stories for when I was younger.”

“Okay.” Left his lips, and the two ventured back inside. The heat of the ovens was yet again welcoming, and Murphy fastened his pace too the display case. He turned back too her, his hands still on the glass and the biggest puppy eyes fell upon his features. “Anything?”

A sigh left her lips, as if she wasn’t going to give the kid what he wanted. “Yes, anything.”

After a quick transaction, Nor’i and Murphy settled back at the tavern. They began to eat their breakfast now warming up yet again. She watched this kid ravish the cherry filled dumpling’s as if he’d never eaten such a treat ever before. “This is so delicious.” He beamed. “Thank you.”

“Your parents do feed you right?” Nor’i snacked with small bites at her muffin.

“More than they eat themselves yes. But we can’t afford stuff like this all the time.” He took another rambunctious bite. From down the stairs, Nor’i’s back turned she didn’t notice. Percival had stopped dead in his tracks once he saw her. Raising an eyebrow as she sat with this young boy not more then fourteen.

“Then you already know the lesson of cherishing the things you have. That’s a good one too know.” She tilted her head, another smile being displayed. Percy moved to stand close by, leaning against a wooden pillar hidden from both their views. He crossed his arms and continued too listen in.

“I’m sorry lady, but you don’t look like you got too worry much about whether you get a next meal or not.” He wiped a bit of cherry off his chin.

“I get by here and there, but years ago I had to figure out first hand that there’s a once in a million chance some kind stranger would pay for my dumplings out of the kindness of their heart.” She took another small bite, savoring the berried flavor.

“But you need to know things about Lance Euston don’t you?” Murphy’s full attention was now on her. Her smile quickly slithered into a grin.

“Sharp perception my fine little pastry covered friend.” She tittered a small chuckle.

“I know what bribery is, but you could have just asked me instead of buttering me up you know.” Murphy let a grin soon follow.

Nor’i wasn’t too surprised, children are often very sneaky and very mischievous. “If you’re this smart Murphy, why’re you letting those kids be such dick’s too you?”

“Maybe later down the road they’ll need something from me and I bet it will make them seethe when they finally cash it in. Especially Kilana.” He wiped some cherry off his cheek.

“She’s the ring leader right?” Nor’i rose an eyebrow.

“Only because of her fists, I always wonder what could be rattling inside her head sometimes though.” He pressed his lips together. “Look, that night wasn’t supposed to happen like it did. We all weren’t even supposed to be up at the hideout.”

“Hideout?” She tilted her head yet again. Much like a cat with its own curiosity. It just so happen Nor’i matched the agileness too.

“It’s a secret cavern an hour or so up the Fallen Rock Trial.” He consulted. “It’s a place the rest of the towns kids have been going too for ages. I’m sure the adults know about it, it probably some way or another connects to the mines as well.”

“What happened that night?” She narrowed her eyelids now.

“Well I had brought a bunch of-“ He cut himself off getting bashful. His eye contact faltering.

“Spit it out kid, was it some ale or something?”

“Y-yeah.” He took a deep breath in and said with a hush. “I may or may not have taken a crate from Lady Zenobia here.”

“Uh huh.” She shook her head with a grin. “You could have done a lot worse Murphy, don’t worry about it too much. Beside I’m sure you learned your lesson.”

“Absolutely.” He nodded with haste and widened blue eyes.

“And Lance?” She took another small bite of her muffin.

“He brought some bottles of this fine wine he said he got from his dad. Dragon tears?” He sighed. “I don’t remember the other names.”

“Of course, was he trying too fit in too much did you notice?” She looked the kid over for maybe the millionth time trying too memorize his tells.

“Well, the others followed in line with Kilana, and she didn’t like him at all because he’s a noble so they all seemed to not like him either.” A look of grief crossed his features.

“And you?” She dusted the remaining crumbs from her hands. But she stopped abruptly once she noticed how tense he was now, how he looked to his lap with an overwhelming sense of sorrow. He didn’t respond and she furrowed her eyebrows with gloom. “You cared for him didn’t you?”

“Mhm..” He nodded still avoiding eye contact. His tone broken and timid now. A shaky exhale, and he continued. It was more of a whisper. “I got him killed you know.”

“How about you tell me more and I can determine if that’s the case alright Murphy?” Nor’i spoke so gently now. She knew she had to handle this delicately. So this was as delicate she’d go.

“I told you we all weren’t supposed to be there.” He continued looking up now. He was still bashful, and a tint of pink lit up his cheeks. “It was only supposed to be me and Lance since the others didn’t like him much. But some how they found out, and they came in and ruined everything.”

“How so?” Nor’i began to suspect but didn’t press. He needed to tell the story.

“They acted like finally he was apart of the group. Everyone was having fun, even Lance. But I couldn’t. I sat back most of the night and was about to leave when Lance came up to me all drunk on whatever he could get his hands on.” He furrowed his eyebrows. “Kilana was basically force feeding him more Ale by the end, and I think…” He trialed off. “I know he liked her. I guess I was a little upset about that because I screamed at him. I said some really mean things and trailed off out of cavern. The snow was coming down heavy again. But I remember him reaching for my arm.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. “I told him I liked him. That it drove me crazy he was hung up on Kilana. How absolutely stupid he was for thinking she liked him back.” Looking up his eyes burned into hers. “He didn’t get to reply when we heard the rumble, felt it come from the cavern.”

“Did it cave in?” Nor’i tensed slightly, but it was very unnoticeable.

“No. Something got out.”

#percy de rolo #the legend of vox machina #vox machina #critical role #dnd #dungeons and dungeons #dnd shenanigans #nor’i vo #nor’ival #percy de rolo x nor’i vo #nor’i #we’re all runaways #percy de rolo fan fiction #vox machina fan fiction

[readerbookclub]

Hello everyone! This month I'm bringing back the "A Trip To..." series. Last time we went on a trip to Ireland, and this time we're going to Brazil! This is a list full of novels that take place in Brazil, and are written by Brazilian writers. Thank you so much to someone who suggested this to me in our last survey.

As always, don't forget to vote for our next book using the link at the bottom of the post. Onto the books!

Blood-Drenched Beard, by Daniel Galera and translated by Alison Entrekin

—So why did they kill him? —I’m getting there. Patience, tchê. I wanted to give you the context. Because it’s a good story, isn’t it?

A young man’s father, close to death, reveals to his son the true story of his grandfather’s death, or at least the truth as he knows it. The mean old gaucho was murdered by some fellow villagers in Garopaba, a sleepy town on the Atlantic now famous for its surfing and fishing. It was almost an execution, vigilante style. Or so the story goes.

It is almost as if his father has given the young man a deathbed challenge. He has no strong ties to home, he is ready for a change, and he loves the seaside and is a great ocean swimmer, so he strikes out for Garopaba, without even being quite sure why. He finds an apartment by the water and builds a simple new life, taking his father’s old dog as a companion. He swims in the sea every day, makes a few friends, enters into a relationship, begins to make inquiries.

But information doesn’t come easily. A rare neurological condition means that he doesn’t recognize the faces of people he’s met, leading frequently to awkwardness and occasionally to hostility. And the people who know about his grandfather seem fearful, even haunted. Life becomes complicated in Garopaba until it becomes downright dangerous.

Spilt Milk, by Chico Buarque and translated by Alison Entrekin

As Eulalio Assumpcao lies dying in a Brazilian public hospital, his daughter and the attending nurses are treated--whether they like it or not--to his last, rambling monologue. Ribald, hectoring, and occasionally delusional, Eulalio reflects on his past, present, and future--on his privileged, plantation-owning family; his father's philandering with beautiful French whores; his own half-hearted career as a weapons dealer; the eventual decline of the family fortune; and his passionate courtship of the wife who would later abandon him. As Eulalio wanders the sinuous twists and turns of his own fragmented memories, Buarque conjures up a brilliantly evocative portrait of a man's life and love, set in the broad sweep of vivid Brazilian history.

The Hour of the Star, by Clarice Lispector translated by Benjamin Moser

Narrated by the cosmopolitan Rodrigo S.M., this brief, strange, and haunting tale is the story of Macabéa, one of life's unfortunates. Living in the slums of Rio and eking out a poor living as a typist, Macabéa loves movies, Coca-Colas, and her rat of a boyfriend; she would like to be like Marilyn Monroe, but she is ugly, underfed, sickly and unloved. Rodrigo recoils from her wretchedness, and yet he cannot avoid the realization that for all her outward misery, Macabéa is inwardly free/She doesn't seem to know how unhappy she should be. Lispector employs her pathetic heroine against her urbane, empty narrator—edge of despair to edge of despair—and, working them like a pair of scissors, she cuts away the reader's preconceived notions about poverty, identity, love and the art of fiction. 

Captains of the Sand, by Jorge Amado translated by Gregory Rabassa

They call themselves “Captains of the Sands,” a gang of orphans and runaways who live by their wits and daring in the torrid slums and sleazy back alleys of Bahia. Led by fifteen-year-old “Bullet,” the band—including a crafty liar named “Legless,” the intellectual “Professor,” and the sexually precocious “Cat”—pulls off heists and escapades against the right and privileged of Brazil. But when a public outcry demands the capture of the “little criminals,” the fate of these children becomes a poignant, intensely moving drama of love and freedom in a shackled land.

The Posthumous Memoirs of Brás Cubas, by Machado De Assis and translated by Flora Thompson-DeVeaux

The ghost of a decadent and disagreeable aristocrat decides to write his memoir. He dedicates it to the worms gnawing at his corpse and tells of his failed romances and halfhearted political ambitions, serves up harebrained philosophies, and complains with gusto from the depths of his grave. Wildly imaginative, wickedly witty, and ahead of its time, the novel has been compared to the work of everyone from Cervantes to Sterne to Joyce to Nabokov to Borges to Calvino, and has influenced generations of writers around the world.

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[avaritia-apotheosis]

Phantom Children: Redux | VIII. A Synonym of Madness

A DPxDC crossover // Read on [AO3} or [FFN.net]

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Two Years Ago…

Endurance training lasted three months, and at the very end of it their twenty-person cohort was reduced to ten. Dusan said that he must have been going soft. 

If that was ‘soft’ then Danny shuddered to think what Dusan’s ruthlessness looked like. 

Phase Two of their training was…different. For one, instead of the familiar base of Infinity Island, now Danny’s cohort was transplanted to some desert. For another, the expectations and demands placed upon them fundamentally increased compared to the three months of endurance training they had. 

But all the same, the training was grueling, the sun was hot, and sand got absolutely everywhere. 

Oh. Can’t forget about the chores either.

Henri looked up from the whetstone, disbelief spreading across his face. “You were going to…quit?”

“Well, yeah?” Danny rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean— I’m not now . I’ve come too far to quit now, but back then? I was about ready to quit by week two .” He sighed, leaning his head back against the cool stone wall. “You had to admit that I wasn’t cut out for it back then. Hell, even now, I still don’t think I am.”

Henri shook his head, the dagger ringing in his hand as he glided it against the whetstone. “I envy you, Danny. You must’ve had a pretty good life before coming here.”

It’s because he came here that Danny had a life. But Henri wasn’t supposed to know about that. “What makes you say that?”

Henri scoffed. “Well—” He lifted his knife, meticulously inspecting the edge before flipping it around to start sharpening the other side. “Just look around you. The other novices? The people you’ve trained with? None of them are even going to think of dropping out just because the training’s tough as shit.”

“I’m not a math guy but statistically I’m pretty sure that’s impossible.”

“You’re not taking into account the human factor, that’s why. You know, the majority of the people who get picked up for this are orphans, or runaways, or people who just got dealt the—uh, how does the saying go again? Short end of the stick? Yeah, short end of the stick one too many times.”  

Henri paused. “You know Niki?”

Danny raised an eyebrow. “Who?”

“Week Five. Brown hair, short, has more faces than fingers, a really strong kick.”

It was the kick that unlocked the memory, strangely enough. After his first month of endurance training, Dusan came in with a woman—a recently graduated apprentice—and had her spar with the best person in their cohort: a guy named Amir. Danny didn’t know him very well—in fact he disliked the majority of the people in his cohort—but that didn’t stop him from audibly wincing when he witnessed Niki kick Amir’s back so hard she dislocated both of his shoulders. He was in the infirmary for weeks and got set back in months of training after, so Danny heard.

Seeing Danny’s expression, Henri laughed. “Yeah, that Niki. Before she came here, she used to be an addict. Got kicked onto the streets and spent a whole year doing whatever she could chasing her next high. Got into a fuck ton of trouble too. The League took her off the streets, cleaned her up, and gave her a new life. Last I heard, she’s posing as the date to some fancy Greek diplomat in Monaco.”

“How do you even know all this?”

“Maybe if you stopped being a kissass and actually made friends with the others, you’d know these things.”

Danny threw the rag he was using to wipe a knife at Henri’s head. “A kissass— well fuck you too.” Then, grumbling under his breath, “It’s not my fault that they don’t like me.”

“Yes, yes,” Henri placated, throwing the rag back. “Poor little Danyal, stuck being Mentor’s favorite.” He flicked his auburn hair. “Good thing I’m around to keep all the mean kids away.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “What ever would I do without you.”

“Starve, probably.” Henri cleaned off the knife. “But I digress. You see, out there—” he jerked his chin towards the open window, and beyond it the wide expanse of sand and shrubs and rock “ —we have nothing. A life in the slums, of being treated less than dirt. We are leeches. Vagrants. Eyesores. But here? Here, Ra’s al Ghul gives us food and clothes and a roof over our heads. Here he gives us purpose. A meaning to our lives.”

“Is that why you’re here?”

Henri’s smile was dark with contempt. “Paris may be the city of lights, but that only means it casts larger shadows.” 

The metal door that guarded the armory groaned open. A welcome interruption considering that Danny didn’t know how he was going to respond to Henri’s insight. 

Or…not.

“Oi!” Owens banged his fist twice on the side of the door before leaning up against it. His relaxed figure contrasted against the annoyance that scrunched his face. “Ugh, you guys aren’t even halfway done yet?”

Danny rolled his eyes. “We just started an hour ago.”

Owens—and no one really knew if that was his first name, last name, or even real name—was the youngest member of their cohort after Danny. He was a six-foot tall pillar of jackassery, and at sixteen, would probably grow even taller in time. His skin was tanned and covered with bursts of freckles over his face and arms from long, grueling hours in the sun. Owens always seemed to be sporting a scowl whenever Danny saw him. Or maybe Owens simply had that ‘recently sucked on a sour lemon face.’ Who could say?

He clicked his tongue, crossing the room to snatch the cloth Danny was using to wipe down the sword in his lap. “Shove off, loser.”

Danny held firm against Owens’ foot pushing him away. “Hey, what gives?”

“Mentor ordered for you to be ‘summoned to the east compound’ so I have to take over doing your shit,” he grumbled.

Henri narrowed his eyes, the knife in his hands taking on a dangerous glint. 

Owens just scoffed, raking a hand through his hair. “Don’t even try to start shit, Henri. Remember what happened to the last trainee that tried to murder someone without permission?”

Danny grimaced. The incident itself happened within a different cohort, but stories had a way of circulating. Rumor had it that one of the trainees tried to gain favor with their instructor by eliminating another member of their cohort. Drowned them on the beach and didn’t do a good enough job at hiding the body. The trainee was found out very quickly—there were eyes everywhere on the island after all—and summarily punished. Though exactly what the punishment was, no one except those in the cohort knew; the only thing known for certain was that no one would ever make the same mistake again.

Henri huffed, resuming his maintenance with a serene grace. “I have no idea what you’re implying.”

“As long as you keep to your side, I’ll keep mine.” Owens said. He shot Danny a glare. “What the hell are you still doing here?”

Danny stuck his tongue out at him. “Don’t have to be so rude about it, jeez.” He got up, said goodbye to Henri, and headed off to the east compound. 

The building was, thankfully, only a short walk from the armory. It was a giant, boxy building with dark-tinted windows, that sat near the edge of the jungle and bordered the sharp cliffs of the island. One of the Shadow-people—official members of the League—intercepted him at the door, leading him through a series of winding hallways until they arrived at a large room on the far-end of the building. 

The room wasn’t lavishly decorated by any means, but it lacked the foreboding utilitarianism of the rest of the island. Not homey or welcoming, but more…warm, somehow. Human. There were couches and chaise lounges, beautifully carved tables, bookshelves, potted plants, and dark green curtains. At the end of the room were glass doors that opened into a balcony that overlooked the sea.

And there, stood in the middle, with a smile that made his core hum, was her.

“Talia,” he breathed, as if the very name was sacred. His core fluttered, barely biting back the word it wished to call her. Too shy despite its eagerness. Mother , it whispered. Mother-mother-mother.

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The first time Talia parted with her son, mere moments after his birth,  it was more out of necessity than any true desire to do so. Her father needed the aid of the Batman against an old enemy. Her mother’s death needed to be avenged. Her beloved needed to be focused on the mission— not be burdened by the weakness of family.

The plan was easy enough to execute. The ambush at their desert HQ was the perfect setting to enact her great performance. Her beloved may be the world’s greatest detective, but Talia had been taught all the ways to craft a lie ever since she could learn to speak. A sudden fainting spell, a conspiratorial request to Dr. Weltman, and silent tears to soak her infirmary pillow were all she needed to fool him. 

Him and her father. 

(But the tears she shed that day were real— even if the reason for them was but a mirage.)

Talia hid her pregnancy for as long as she was able, and when she could no longer hide the swell of her stomach, she fled from the League’s grasp and burrowed herself a hole so deep that no one could possibly find her. She tracked down Dr. Weltman to help Talia give birth and swore her to secrecy. Saw only the downy tufts of dark hair on her infant son’s head, heard his shrieking cries, before bidding Dr. Weltman  to take her son and leave him some place where he could be safe.

Talia never inquired as to where Dr. Weltman took her son. The less she knew, the better for everyone once Talia eventually returned to the League; the prodigal daughter escorted back to be dealt her punishment. Ra’s al Ghul did not take lightly to betrayal, less so from his own kin.

When she conceived Damian, Ra’s made sure to keep a tighter surveillance on her movements.

“The League of Shadows require an heir,” he said, Lazarus green eyes cutting in their gaze. “You have already robbed us of one. This new child will remain here.”

It did not take long for her father to order that the little fetus inside her womb should instead be transferred to an artificial gestation tube. An unfaithful daughter such as her did not deserve to carry the precious heir to the League, after all.

Talia bore all this with grace and a fierce determination to regain her place in the League. All her efforts focused towards gaining the privilege to raise Damian herself.

Damian was such a cute child. A sweet and kind child who squealed in delight at the birds nesting at his window. Who was the balm to her soul. Whose first words were a gurgled mama. Whose aches and hurts she soothed with gentle touches and soft kisses to his black hair. Whose little hands she pressed a wooden training sword into as she taught him all the ways he could cut the life out of a foe.

Then one day Dusan came to the League with tales of a little boy with black hair and too-pale-blue eyes.

The ache in her heart returned with a vengeance.

Talia did not know why her father decided against recovering his lost grandson then and there. Perhaps he thought of Danyal as a lost cause— what potential he had chipped away by years of civilian life and mundane morality. Perhaps he had some grand and masterfully crafted plan for Danyal that required him to stay with the Fentons for as long as Ra’s deemed it fit. Perhaps Ra’s was simply curious. He was an old man, after all; old enough to have seen the patterns of history repeat themselves and know, almost instinctively, which people are destined to become instruments of Fate.

Talia never claimed to know the inner workings of her father’s mind.

When the time finally came that she could claim her eldest son as her own— could finally, finally hold him in her arms and say “yes you are my son” after years of trying to bury his existence in her heart—her elation was short-lived.

It would be Dusan who would train him. 

Dusan who would mold him.

Talia was ordered to sit on the sidelines and turn the other cheek.

And yet… Behold!

Here was her first born, in the flesh. Taller than she last saw him three months ago, and his hair cut shorter and away from his face. His arctic eyes brightened at the sight of her despite the shadows beneath. He stood straighter, broader; stance not necessarily confident but disciplined. He bore but a passing resemblance to that frail little boy in that room of ice.

He spoke. “Talia.” There was a slight quiver in his voice— a cross between elation and desperation—and all Talia could remember was the fasting cries of a baby she never let herself see.

“My son. My habibi.” She closed the distance between them, hands cupping his face. Her thumbs brushed against his cheekbones—could see the smatterings of freckles on his nose. There was a sharpness to his face now. A gauntness that was never there before. “How are you?”

Danyal’s eyes—his father's eyes—crinkled up in a smile. “I’m alright. More than that, now that I got to see you.” He blinked, head cocked to the side. “Why are you here?”

She smiled. “Officially, I am here to deliver you this.” Talia walked back to the table, taking out two opaque white pill bottles. She handed the one with a simple green label on the front to Danny. “After hearing of your condition, Ra’s al Ghul had his people work on a medicine that will, hopefully, supply your ghost half with its needs.”

Danyal twisted open the bottle and shook a few gel capsules onto his hand, the bright green a stark contrast against his skin. “It’s…from the Lazarus pit?”

Talia nodded. “Take these once a day. And these—” she hands him the other bottle with a red label “ —are to help control your cryokinesis whenever your mania has gone out of control. There will be some side effects with this one, so make sure you are somewhere safe if you ever need to use them.”

He clutches both bottles in his hands and lowers his head. “Thank you.”

“Anything for family.” Talia smiled. “Though I will say that while the medicine is the official reason I am here, unofficially I am here for something else.” She beckoned him to come closer. “Come, I want to introduce you to someone, though you must take care to be quiet.”

Talia took him by the hand and led Danyal into an adjoining room. “Do you remember when I told you that I had a son?” A soft four-poster bed sat in the middle, ladened with all manner of pillows, and nestled at its center was a small lump. 

“Come closer,” she whispered to him. Talia sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over the lump, brushing away soft strands of hair to reveal a soft, rounded face, eyes closed in sleep. “This, Danyal, is Damian. He is my youngest son.” 

She turned to look at him. Could see the realization blooming on his face, eyes wide at first in surprise, then understanding, then longing. His mouth was agape in a silent ‘oh.’ “He’s…”

“Yes, my son. This is your brother.”

◆◆◆

“My brother,” Danny whispered. 

Brother-brother-brother, his core echoed.

This small child cocooned in sleep was his little brother.

“I told him about you during our flight here and he was absolutely determined to greet you properly but…” Talia laughed softly, fingers brushing against Damian’s cheek. “However stubborn he may be, he is still seven and prone to exhaustion.”

Danny laughed, instantly enraptured. 

He looks like me, Danny thought. Though the skin was much darker—closer to Talia’s own—and the shape of the eyes a bit different, Damian almost looked like the childhood pictures his mom and dad would frame and decorate the house with. 

“What’s he like?”

“Proud,” Talia said. “He’s been raised as a prince, you see. Stubborn, of course, something he inherited from your father. Very intelligent and very determined and…kind. So very kind and gentle to animals.”

His chest fluttered with warmth. His core hummed. Brother-mine-mother-mine-family-here-us-together.

This-is-how-it-should-be.

Danny’s own eyes never left Damian’s face. “Can you tell me more about him?”

Talia smiled. And for the rest of the afternoon, her voice filled every corner of the chamber with warmth as she regaled Danny with anything and everything about the precious treasure that was Damian al Ghul. Danny listened with rapt attention, mind absorbing every little detail.

The voice in his head that sounded like Jazz spoke. Being a big brother is a lot of responsibility. Can you handle it?

Yes, his core sang. A conviction. A promise. A vow.

Brother-mine-mother-mine-family-mine.

Protect-protect-protect.

Here-us-belong.

◆◆◆

The physicality and discipline they gained during phase one of their training was refined in phase two. The martial skills they were taught were further expanded upon; an entire arsenal of techniques cultivated and developed into the most efficient way to take down any opponent was open to them. “The goal of a fight is to end it,” Dusan instructed. “To make sure your opponent cannot get up and strike you again.” 

Danny’s revitalized ghost half gave him advantage over the rest of his cohort, who were all older and bigger and stronger than he was. A bit of experimentation and he found that he could channel his ghostly energy into his human form to enhance his strikes, increase his speed, or boost his stamina. Though his early spars were mediocre at best, now he was a force to be reckoned with on the training mat.

Stealth was another subject. Dusan taught them the exact way to walk so as to minimize any footsteps. How to hide your tracks. The art of disguise. They were given obstacle courses and staged missions with the objective of getting in and out of a building without being seen or traced. Even without his invisibility or intangibility, Danny passed these tests with flying colors. 

They were taught weapons handling and herbology, first aid and navigation. Languages, too, were on their list. Mandarin and Spanish and Arabic and Hindi and Russian and more, their accents trained so that eventually they’ll be nigh indistinguishable from a native speaker’s. 

They were taught about the mission; the grand purpose of the League of Shadows. They were the great fangs that protected the head, the hands by which to do its bidding. The world was dying, said Ra’s al Ghul. The world had been rotting in a slow and agonizing death because people were too stubborn, too selfish to change their ways. And from the shadows, the League will preserve the world by cutting off the rot , like how a surgeon cuts out a tumor. 

“Rules and order alone will not right the world. Justice cannot be done without whilst staying clean,” Dusan lectured. “To survive in this world, to survive in the League of Shadows, you must have the conviction to dirty your own hands.”

Danny does not believe in the mission. Not wholeheartedly, anyway. What he does believe in is his grandfather’s generosity and his uncle’s solid stature, an ever present anchor against any storm. Believes in Damian’s bright curiosity and his compassion, in the bashful way he’d reach up to hold Danny’s hand in his. Believes in Talia’s healing touch and soft smiles, the warmth of her voice washing over him like a gentle tide. 

Danny believes in the vows written in the names he is called. Grandson. Nephew. Brother. Son. 

Family.

And for that, Danny was willing to do anything. Be anything.

  When Dusan gave him a poisoned cup, Danny drank without hesitation. 

Mithridatism: the practice of building immunity towards poisons made from large organic molecules through gradual administration of non-lethal amounts. In this area, Danny also had a greater advantage over his cohort. Further experimentation showed that his ghost-half naturally detoxifies Danny’s body of any inorganic poisons, metabolizing it into itself and using it as energy.

Ghosts feed off death much the same as how they feed off ectoplasm, though the former seemed to be a less effective energy source according to his parents’ research. Ra’s al Ghul—who personally came to observe how Danny’s two forms intermingled with one another—wanted to test if Danny could also feed off death. Long story short, the answer was Yes.

But only his own.

Not that Danny ever actually died while doing these experiments. Really the only thing that was needed of him is to imbibe enough poison to actually trigger the death aura manually and let Phantom do the work of healing him up. Phantom, you see, cannot let the human-Danny die because then there would be nothing to stabilize Phantom. Instead, Phantom converted whatever ectoplasmic or deathly energy he could get his hands on and pumped it through human-Danny’s system to speed up the recovery process. Danny’s wounds, in a way, were also the source of his extraordinary healing factor. 

Ra’s had theorized a method that would allow Phantom to keep the energy siphoned from the death aura as an extra source of power without harming human-Danny— but it was risky. Simple, but risky. A plan to be used only in the worst case scenario.

Blood Blossom training was the worst of the lot. Staying human was Danny’s only defense against that stupid flower, and even then just being close to the blossom’s sickly sweet scent made his stomach lurch in on itself and his head spin with nausea. But his family expected him to be able to bear it. To work through the repugnant feelings that made his skin prickle and his chest flare with pain and tolerate it. 

Mind over matter.

That’s all it was. 

Control the mind, control the body.

He would not be beaten by this. 

◆◆◆

“Is it just me, or has everyone been really out for me these days?” Danny wiped the sweat matting his forehead with a small towel. Settling the towel around his neck, he leaned his back against the cool concrete walls of the indoor sparring room.

He and Henri were taking a short break a ways away from the rest of the cohort. Some of the others were still sparring on the practice mats, repeating katas over and over to perfection. Dusan with a long wooden rod in hand circled the mat like a hawk, ready to strike at any sign of a mistake and correct with harsh precision. 

Henri poured a bit of his water bottle over his head, soaking his auburn hair. “You just noticed?”

“It’s not like I’ve been here long enough to.” His extra training covering the extent of his ghost powers usually meant that Danny was summoned to practice away from the rest of the cohort. On the bright side, he saw his family more often. Damian even came to a few of his training sessions to observe.

On the down side…well, as much as he didn’t like his cohort, it didn’t mean that he wanted to be an outcast. Mutual dislike was a given, this alienation on the other hand…

Focus. Their opinion of him didn’t matter in the long run. Besides, Danny was used to be an outcast. He never had many friends throughout his life except—

Except…

“Hey, hey!” Henri snapped his fingers in front of Danny’s face. “Earth to Danyal, are you reading me?”

Danny startled. Blinking the ghost of a memory away from his eyes, he smiled. “Copy that, Houston.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“No need to apologize to me, but you better hurry up.” Henri pointed to the imposing form of a League of Shadows member diligently standing at the entrance. They were masked, but Danny could tell from the angle of their head that the Shadow was looking expectantly at him. “It looks like I won’t be seeing you for a while.”

◆◆◆

Ra’s al Ghul carefully snapped the tome shut in his hand. “I have decided that it would be more beneficial for your education to remove you from your cohort.”

Danny’s mind stalled. “What?” 

Ra’s hummed. “You’ve improved in keeping your composure but you still leave yourself far too open. We must work on that.”

He’s frantic. Tongue tied and mouth dry as he tried to phrase the multitude of questions he had into the forced formal speech of the League. “I’m, uh— Sir, may I ask why I’m being removed?” Internally, Danny was flipping through all memories of his performance as a League apprentice. He didn’t see anything he could have done wrong; his marks were always high, Dusan had always praised his hard work, and Danny trained himself into the dirt from dusk till dawn. Why then? Why move him?

“Simple,” Ra’s said. “They are holding you back.”

Seeing the confusion plain on his face, Ra’s continued. “You are leagues ahead of your peers, Danyal. It would make no sense for you to have to stay at their level when you could instead reach farther. It’s also much more efficient, considering you have spent the majority of Phase Two of your training in private lessons.” He steepled his hands atop the heavy wooden desk. “Fear not, you are not completely removed from them. When the time comes, you will join them for the final test.”

The final test. The last hurdle before being welcomed as an official member of the League of Shadows. None of the recruits actually knew what the final test entailed; none of the inducted members would say anything about it, and the only sure piece of rumor they could get about the test from more advanced cohorts was that it had a very low pass rate. The League viewed its recruits as investments, and if they could not fulfill their potential, then they would be discarded.

Ra’s set his book aside and pulled out another one from a stack to his right. The book was small, only a bit bigger than Danny’s hand, with a faded purple cover bound shut by a long leather cord wrapped tightly around it. At Ra’s beckoning hand, Danny moved closer to the desk, hovering awkwardly over Ra’s.

“A recent acquisition,” Ra’s said, slowly unraveling the book with tender care. “It is difficult to find not only authentic, but reliable, books on the supernatural. To differentiate the experts from the charlatans. But these—” gingerly he flipped open the cover, carefully flattening the worn and yellowed pages “—were penned by a member of the foremost occult experts on ghosts. Their research into the infinite realms and its inhabitants have spanned centuries, and the exact depth of their knowledge is incalculable. They’re rather fond of their secrets.”

In thick, bold calligraphy—ink cracking at the edges—the title ‘ AN EXTENSIVE ACCOUNT ON THE NATURE OF GHOSTS AND THE MANIFESTATION OF THEIR PSYCHE’. Then, in neat curling script at the bottom was the signature of Elizabeth Showenhower.

Danny’s memory sparked at the name. “Showenhower?”

“You know of them?”

“I…had a run-in with a Showenhower—a criminal that liked to call himself Freakshow—when I was still in Amity. He ran a circus and had a staff that could mind control ghosts to perform acts and rob banks for him.”

“So they’re still around, then.” Ra’s flipped through the book, summarizing the rumored history of the Showenhower family to Danny. The family was a collector of cursed artifacts and scholars of the antiquated and esoteric, their interests laying solely in the territory of ghosts or ghost-adjacent things. Each member would collect and study and compile their knowledge into various caches of hidden libraries, passing the secrets they learned of the Infinite Realms onto the next generation of Shownehowers who would then repeat the cycle.

A Case Study on the Ghost of Miss Catherine and the Subject of Mania.

Danny wondered if his parents ever came across any books by the Showenhowers and consulted it. They would have poured over the text, reading it cover to cover and analyzing every scrap of information it had to offer. Did they even know about the Showenhowers? Wonder what they would think about all of the alchemy in their books. Some part of Danny believed that, as scientists, his parents would scoff at the idea of magic. But then again…his parents did build their entire career on proving the existence of and then studying a creature that many believed didn’t exist, so maybe they’d eat up the magic part, too.

“Ah, here we are.” Ra’s settled on a page and flipped the book over to Danny. “I feel that you will find this section quite interesting.”

Mania. The ice. The overwhelming cold. Perhaps this would finally give him the answers to Vlad’s cryptic words. God…that entire conversation—Vlad, Amity, ghosts— seemed like a lifetime ago.

It was great uncle Johnathan who first coined the term Mania to describe this phenomenon in ghosts. Mania, from the greek word μᾰνῐ́ᾱ , which is synonymous with the word ‘madness’ or an otherwise ‘mad desire.’ 

His eyes locked onto that word. Madness. Like…insanity?

The ghost of whom I had the pleasure of meeting goes by the name of Catherine. She is comparatively weak in power to the other ghosts recorded by the Showenhower family, a mere apparition with minor poltergeist tendencies that had, until recently, been haunting the young lady of an affluent family. They are not relatives, of that I have no doubt, but a thorough and in-depth research into the family in question’s history revealed that some years ago they had once employed the services of a young woman as a live-in nanny for their newly christened daughter. It was remarked that the two shared a very close relationship up until the nanny was unfortunately killed defending her charge in some sort of conflict.

The passage then went on to describe the afterlife of Catherine the ghost. A tragic tale of a woman who protected a girl she thought of as her own daughter and, even after death, continued to watch over her from afar until the girl’s untimely death via consumption. 

He traced the words with a building impatience,  slowly parsing the meaning of the passage. Some of the passage was written in a long, winded, and pedantic style. Reading it reminded Danny of that one assignment in 8th grade US History where they had to memorize and recite the Preamble of the Constitution. 

The case study of the ghost of Catherine Eckhart seemed to go on forever, but things did start to become interesting once Elizabeth Showenhower started to describe the effects young lady Helen’s death had on Catherine. She became inconsolable, yes, but at the same time frenzied. Her normally weak poltergeist abilities began to manifest stronger, somehow, more erratic as she began to attract objects toward herself. Curtains and bedsheets and wooden chairs and silverware would start to float and circle around her pale and lingering form, a swirling vortex of household objects that scared the occupants of the Edwards manor so much that they soon abandoned it. 

Ghosts, Elizabeth wrote in small curling script, are at the very heart of it a manifestation of a particular brand of psyche. They are the imprints of the dead that choose to linger beyond the veil. The central feature that formulates a ghost and anchors it onto the material plane is the primal human experience of want. Of desire. Think of it as a very singular sense of purpose. They have an uncontrollable need to pursue this desire—though whether if it is because of a belief that by fulfilling it their souls can finally seek peace, or if by continuously satiating that desire they are able to maintain their permanence in both the Infinite Realms and the material plane, we know not. It is the constant source of debate among the Showenhower family. I am of the belief that it is the latter.

Mania, then, as great uncle Joseph described it, was the consequences of failing to fulfill that desire. Or, perhaps in the case of Miss Catherine, it is the inability to fulfill that desire leading to the perceived failure of it. Her last act in life was one of sacrifice and an intense desire to protect the young lady Helen, and in death that feeling only persisted and manifested ten fold. What then was she to do now that her dearly beloved charge has passed? Had been taken away by a disease that neither doctor’s nor Catherine’s efforts could cure? 

Logically, one would realize the futility in blaming one’s self for such a death. It is not the fault of any party that lady Helen died so young. It is not the fault of any party except that of the diseased hands of Fate itself. But ghosts are not built on logic. They are pathos incarnate; they are the strongest emotions a person has in the moments before death takes hold that manifest itself into substance. 

Mania is, perhaps, the  most tragic form of self-preservation for ghosts. It works two fold: the first being either the amplification of the ghost’s current abilities (in the case of miss Catherine, the radius of her poltergeist abilities doubled and she was able to commandeer larger and heavier objects than before) or the manifestation of new abilities (great uncle Joseph wrote of a ghost that developed an ability to manipulate light to cast illusions) as a way of coping for the perceived failure. The second is the amplification of their own emotions to an almost mad and degenerative degree. 

To illustrate the second point— Before lady Helen’s death, Miss Catherine had been, foremost, a benign ghost. Her desire to protect Helen mostly appeared to be eliminating any slight inconveniences, such as helping Helen find lost objects, or warding off unwanted suitors. After Lady Helen’s death, Miss Catherine’s  benign nature changed to one of hostility. Her ghostly aura threatened to choke any of the servants that attempted to remove the late lady Helen’s belongings from her chambers. The incidents increased to the near impalement of one of the servants that I was forced to intercede and exercise Catherine from the chamber with blood blossoms. Catherine, then, took to zealously guarding Lady Helen’s grave.

I am reminded of the words of my namesake, my thrice great-grandmother Elizabeth Showenhower. “Ghosts have only a singular desire in their whole existence to which they must devote the altar of themselves to, but it is an unfortunate truth that they cannot choose as to what that desire may be.”

It was the desire to see lady Helen safe that tied Miss Catherine to this world, and now that the lady is gone, Miss Catherine’s soul seeks a new anchor.

There was more to Elizabeth’s writings, but Danny left it off there, confident that he got all the information he needed, but still in the process of deciphering what it meant. 

The idea of ghosts having a singular desire was not an entirely new concept to Danny. It was a theory his parents had discussed a few times over dinner, though the terminology they used was different. Obsessions, they called them. Danny didn’t really think much on it until he started fighting ghosts himself, and even then he didn’t really care much about the validity of the theory. Though considering how gimmicky the Amity Park ghosts sometimes got, maybe there was some truth to this whole ‘singular obsession’ thing.

If so, then what was his?

“Why did you show me this, sir?” 

Ra’s scrutinized him with that unreadable smile. “I thought you would appreciate learning more about the workings of your other half, even if it is through an occult lens.” He took the book and slid it towards himself, carefully shutting it. “When you first came to us, you said that you were afflicted with mania and yet could not tell us what that meant. Now, we know.”

That familiar and biting cold began to creep into Danny’s chest. “That I failed,” he said. A statement. An undeniable fact. 

“Yes.” The bluntness of Ra’s words hurt more than Danny would like to admit. “You did. Your cryokinesis developed in response to your mania, but instead of making you stronger, it only hampers you. I believe this is because you lack an anchor. If we can figure out your obsession, then we can quickly find the appropriate anchor and better help you get your powers under control. So the key question remains: what did you fail at? Tell me, Danyal, do you know the core of your own desire?”

No, said his mind.

(Yes, sang his core. Yes-yes-yes-we-know).

Did he?  

He clutched at the fabric of his shirt above his heart. His core thrummed just beneath the skin. “I think I do…but at the same time I don’t? It’s not— it’s difficult for me to put into words because at one moment it's one thing and the next it's another.”

Danny thinks about that nightmare from so long ago. Of Sam and a raft of burned and water-logged corpses asking why, why didn’t you save us? He thinks of Damian, both arrogant and so eager to please, his boundless curiosity, and quiet gentleness. He thinks of Talia’s fingers combing through his hair, of her warm embrace, of her enduring love. 

“I don’t know what exactly my obsession is. All I know is, at the very end of the day, what I want is to get stronger. Not for revenge, not as some kind of weird penance. I want to be stronger so that I can protect them—Mother, Damian, you and Dusan. I just want to keep my family safe, because you took me in when I had no one else to turn to.”

Ra’s stared at him with his all-knowing eyes, surprise alighting for a moment across his face before it settled into a smile. Something almost fond. “Well, I believe we found your anchor without even having to try.”

(Here, his core sang. Here-family-stay. Here-us-belong.) 

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Bold The Facts

The rules are simple! Tag people and name a character you want to know more about! If you want to let the person you tagged decide who to showcase, then don’t name a character and they can pick somebody. Easy! The person who is tagged will then bold the remarks below which apply to their character &, if they want to, include a picture with their reply!

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$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty ✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable ✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other ✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other ✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed / my addition: *technically* hasn't broken any laws, but...

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◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children / my addition: has sheltered/fostered hundreds of kids (and adult kids...) over the years, but doesn't have his own ◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased / it's complicated ◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable / runaway

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between ♦ disorganized / organized / in between ♦ close minded / open-minded / in between ♦ calm / anxious / in between ♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between ♦ cautious / reckless / in between ♦ patient / impatient / in between ♦ outspoken / reserved / in between ♦ leader / follower / in between ♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between ♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between ♦ traditional / modern / in between ♦ hard-working / lazy / in between ♦ cultured / uncultured / in between ♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown ♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / Spiritual ☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious ❀ Philosophical: yes / no / sometimes

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual ❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable ♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious ❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious ⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none yet / all ⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all / varies

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none / my addition: I dunno what this means lmao

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic ☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / chain-smoker ✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict / my addition: has in the past, not anymore ✌ Medicinal Drugs: never (but really should hahah) / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess ☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater $ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic ♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

I think most people have done this by now so I'm leaving the tags open. 😁

#my dumb story #my sims

[izayoichan]

Bold The Facts

The rules are simple! Tag people and name a character you want to know more about! If you want to let the person you tagged decide who to showcase, then don’t name a character and they can pick somebody. Easy! The person who is tagged will then bold the remarks below which apply to their character &, if they want to, include a picture with their reply!

Thank you for the tag @lunelfy

We already did Rylan here, but were going to do someone you have yet to meet. Ye-Min. Who she is.. well you will know later on!

[ PERSONAL]

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty ✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable ✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other ✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other ✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / committed crimes in order to save his people / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ FAMILY]

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children ◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased / it's complicated ◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable / runaway

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between /

♦ disorganized / organized / in between

♦ close minded / open-minded / in between

♦ calm / anxious / in between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between

♦ cautious / reckless / in between

♦ patient / impatient / in between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ leader / follower / in between

♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between /

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between /

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ cultured /uncultured / in between /

♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / Spiritual

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical: yes / no / sometimes

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual ❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / ♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious ❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious ⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none yet / all ⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all / varies

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic

☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs: never /special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed(later in life that is) / frequently / to excess

☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater / um, blood a/o arcane magic

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic

♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

These are lots of fun to do, and it gives a good look into the characters, some you have not even met yet in my case.

#bold the facts #simblr #the ward legacy #Ye-Min #you will meet her soon ish #in the story

[mahvaladara]

Bold The Facts

The rules are simple! Tag people and name a character you want to know more about! If you want to let the person you tagged decide who to showcase, then don’t name a character and they can pick somebody. Easy! The person who is tagged will then bold the remarks below which apply to their character &, if they want to, include a picture with their reply!

Thank you for the tag! @lunelfy

Time for a character I have only shown twice now. Myra Lorenn (Sullyvan)

[ PERSONAL]

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty (his mom and grandfather are pretty wealthy so he has never struggled for money one day of his life) ✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable (he is very active and is a professional athlete, so). ✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other (Grandpa is the Sage of Pratical and the Director of the Von Haunt Academy and his mother is the Sage of Mischief and the leader of the Faba Society).

✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other (still studying. Due to being a professional athlete he's a little behind his sister, but he works very hard to keep up)

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ FAMILY]

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) (he loves his twin sister, the two of them get along very well)/ not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased / it's complicated

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable / runaway (He was raised by his mom and grandpa. Knows his dad was a criminal who died from his own action)

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between / intro-extovert?

♦ disorganized / organized / in between

♦ close minded / open-minded / in between

♦ calm / anxious / in between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between

♦ cautious / reckless / in between

♦ patient / impatient / in between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ leader / follower / in between

♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ cultured /uncultured / in between / unknown

♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / non religious

❀ Philosophical: yes / no / sometimes

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none yet / all

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all / varies

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate (he can play the harmonica. Why? he just does) / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic

☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions (has smoked weed with some of the other guys) / sometimes / frequently / addict

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater / um, blood a/o arcane magic

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic

♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

#myra #character development

[plumwaves]

Bold The Facts

tagged by @walkiie TYSM<3!!!

The rules are simple! Tag people and name a character you want to know more about! If you want to let the person you tagged decide who to showcase, then don’t name a character and they can pick somebody. Easy! The person who is tagged will then bold the remarks below which apply to their character &, if they want to, include a picture with their reply!

Morikazu&Sara

[ PERSONAL ]

$ Financial: wealthy(now)/ moderate / poor(at first) / in poverty(at first)

✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled (blind in one eye due to injury)/ disadvantaged / non applicable

✪ Class or Caste: upper(now) / middle / working(at first) / unsure / other

✔ Education: qualified(finished high school) / unqualified(dropped out of high school due to worsening family situation) / studying / other

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes(drug trafficking, murder etc.) / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet(theft and fraud) / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ FAMILY ]

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased (had a runaway elder half-sister but Morikazu never had a chance to meet her, only seen her in old photos)

◔ Affiliation: orphaned(Sara lost her mother at the age of 6) / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent (both deceased now)/ not applicable

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between (not shy but taciturn in most of the time)

♦ disorganized / organized / in between

♦ close minded / open-minded / in between

♦ calm / anxious / in between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between

♦ cautious / reckless / in between

♦ patient / impatient / in between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ leader / follower / in between (Morikazu is a leader but he realizes he would like to be a follower only to his queen Sara)

♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown

♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical: yes / no

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic

☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic (at zero cost because of kleptomania😉)

♣ Gambling: never(but own a casino himself) / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

#sims 4 #the sims 4 #ts4 #tag game #bold the facts #oc asks #oc: morikazu yakumo #oc: sara kuroki #my sims

[daughter-of-melpomene]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆… 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐀𝐕𝐈 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐋𝐀

❝ Avi had been a vampire since the early 1800s, when he had nearly died from fever and the man whom he had been working for as a house servant had taken pity on this poor, orphaned young man and made the decision to grant him immortality. When he had awakened from what he had thought had been his fevered death throes, Avi had been amazed to discover that he was now supernaturally fast and strong, had a fierce desire for blood, and even more amazingly, had the ability to force people to tell him the truth simply by looking them in the eye and asking them to.

For many years, Avi lived in peace with his old master, moving around constantly so as to avoid detection by humans and feasting on the world’s less savoury characters when they needed food… until the Volturi found them. Apparently, the man Avi had come to regard as a father had had some previous dealings with “children of the moon,” as the black-cloaked vampires called them, and so he was murdered right in front of Avi, torn apart and set ablaze as one of the stronger Volturi held him back, clamping a hand over his mouth to stifle his cries.

They had been planning on killing Avi, as well, finding him guilty by association, but, desperate to survive, Avi showed them his gift and insisted that he could be useful to them. It seemed Aro, the leader of the Volturi, agreed, because three days after being brought back to the Volturi’s home in Italy to show off before the powerful vampires, Avi had been given a cloak of his own and made into a member of the Volturi Guard.

And while being useful to the Volturi may have been the key to Avi’s survival, he hated it - hated being forced to slaughter others of his kind the way his master had been slaughtered, hated how he was forced to live among such constant tension and distrust. He had broken Chelsea’s spell of loyalty long ago, his own ability to gain the truth helping him remain aware of his true feelings about the Volturi, so he had no true reason to remain in this prison except fear - fear that the Volturi would never let him go, fear that they would kill him if he ever tried to leave.

But for a short while, he had managed to leave. Fleeing from the Volturi headquarters in the middle of the day, a hood securely over his head to disguise his glittering skin, Avi had sought out a vampire coven who would be willing to take in a runaway. He had found the Olympic Coven, a relatively small family of vegetarian vampires who had just moved away from their former home in Washington. Despite resistance from some of his adoptive children, Carlisle, the leader of the coven, agreed to take Avi in, recognizing the desperation to get away from the Volturi he himself had felt so long ago.

While staying with the Cullens, Avi developed a deep bond with their newest member, Emmett. Though the feelings between the two went unsaid for a good while, they were deeply drawn to each other, and even shared a heartfelt kiss the night before Avi made the heartbreaking decision to leave and go back to Italy.

Because he did leave. He did not want to, but he felt as though he had to. Adjusting to animal blood after feasting on humans for so long was a painful struggle, and on top of that, he had never truly felt accepted by any of the Cullens except for Emmett and Carlisle. He did not belong with them; he was intruding on their peaceful lives simply by being there. He would be better off returning to the Volturi, where he would be miserable but at least useful and wanted, and doing his best to forget about Emmett Cullen and how he had never been as happy as he was when he had been with him.

Despite the circumstances of his departure, Aro had welcomed Avi back to the Guard with open arms; his power made him too valuable to do otherwise. So now, several decades later, Avi is still a Volturi Guard, hating himself for every vampire he kills and unable to stop longing for the one many miles away, the one with dark hair and a smile that looks breathtaking in the moonlight.

But all of a sudden, with Emmett’s brother having fallen in love with a human and the Volturi pushing ever harder to get Edward and his sister to join them, it seems that Avi might have a chance to return to the love of his life. But after everything, he isn’t quite sure that Emmett will want him back… or that any of them will survive the coming battle. ❞

General Taglist: @hiddenqveendom, @auxiliarydetective, @foxesandmagic, @artemisocs, @reyofluke-ocs, @endless-oc-creations, @stanshollaand, @ginevrastilinski, @luucypevensie, @arrthurpendragon, @fakedatings, @impales, @claryxjackson, @dancingsunflowers-ocs, @ocappreciationtag.

#my ocs #introducing my ocs #ch: avi chawla #oc: avi chawla #queerocs #fyeahocsofcolor #ocapp #ocappreciation #ochub #allaboutocs #fyeahtwilightocs #twilight oc #yes hi i’m giving emmett cullen a boyfriend #this may be the longest intro post i’ve made yet #slay i guess #fic: ghost of you