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jinjeriffic · 3 months

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DCxDP Prophecy Universe Part 2

Part 1

Damian glared at the envelope. He and Father were in the process of analysing the letter for any signs of toxins, explosives or other traps. Obviously he wasn’t fool enough to open a missive from a questionable source without taking precautions. So far, all their scans had come up empty. Literally. The letter was defying all their attempts at chemical or spectroscopic testing, x-ray and magnetic resonance scans were inconclusive, it defied all properties of ordinary matter. It was frustrating. It was vexing. He was blaming magic.

For all intents and purposes, the letter looked like ordinary paper, with an ordinary wax seal, bearing the initials CW. The looping handwriting addressing it to Damian was precise and neat. Swiping the surface of the letter for chemical traces yielded no results. When Damian had tried to cut off a corner of the paper for analysis it had resisted all attempts, including a laser and a diamond headed cutting tool. Damian’s only satisfaction was that when Father had grunted and taken over the task from Damian, he had no more success than his son. As if Damian didn’t know how to perform the standard array of tests!

It certainly didn’t help that his siblings wouldn’t stop their incessant chattering!

“I’m just saying, ghosts wouldn’t be the weirdest thing we’ve encountered, Red. I’m not sure it would even make my personal Top 5.”

It seemed gossip among heroes travelled faster than the speed of light.

“Really, Nightwing? Ghosts? It’s far more likely to be a meta with something to hide. Or a few screws loose.” Damian could practically hear the eyeroll in Drake’s voice “And since when do ghosts act as glorified mailmen?”

“I don’t know Red, since when do aliens pretend to be Kansas farmboys? C’mon, we deal with magic users all the time!”

“And lets not forget people coming back from the dead” Red Hood interjected over the open comm line.

“Magic is just science we don’t understand yet. Any sufficiently analysed magic becomes indistinguishable from science!”

“B, a little help here?”

“Hn” Father straightened up from his position at the lab table “Oracle, any progress on clearing up the footage from Robin’s mask?”

Grayson threw up his hands with a frustrated huff while Drake smirked.

“The program is almost finished rendering. Whatever scrambler they used did a real number on the video quality. I’m surprised the audio is as clear as it is.” Oracle replied.

“Hn. And the isotope tracer on the money?”

“Sorry B, no hits on the local sensors. Wherever the guy went it’s either outside Gotham or shielded somehow.” she said, mildly frustrated.

“Maybe it’s ghost magiiiiic” Drake sing-songed. Grayson lightly cuffed the back of his head, to which the former Robin responded with a firm shove. Their interaction quickly devolved into a childish tussle.

Damian gave an annoyed huff. “Don’t you two imbeciles have anything better to do?”

“Aww, we’re just here to look out for our baby brother!” Nightwing teased.

“Yeah, we gotta make sure your ghost encounter didn’t leave any lasting psychological damage!” Red Robin added.

Before Damian could retaliate for their needling, Oracle chimed in. “Uh, guys? You’re going to want to see this. Most of the footage was corrupted beyond repair, but I was able to pull some partial stills and, well…” she threw a handful of pictures up on the screen. There was artifacting marring them, but parts of the stranger were visible in each of them. Oracle magnified one that had a pretty good view of his face.

“Holy shit” Drake whispered.

Damian frowned. “What?”

“Dami, he looks like you. Just… older.” Grayson said softly.

“What are you talking about?” Damian snapped.

“Disregard the pale colouring for a second. The nose, the chin… he looks like you if you had a growth spurt,” Drake wrinkled his nose “and went through puberty.”

The commlines erupted into chaos.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Spoiler exclaimed “are you telling me there’s an older version of Robin running around Gotham?!”

“Copy?” Batgirl inquired.

“Don’t tell me Talia cooked up Demon Brat 2.0!”

“Given that he looks older it’s more likely version 0.1 if anything,” Drake snarked, “though there’s the possibility of artificially accelerated growth rates…”

Damian had had enough. “Tt. You are ignoring the obvious - if this is some kind of supernatural entity it likely copied aspects of my appearance in an attempt to engender feelings of familiarity.” he said haughtily, pushing down the uncomfortable churning in his stomach. There was no way Mother would replace him with a cheap copy. She couldn’t! “Besides, the creature has obvious powers and neither of my bloodlines has any trace of the meta gene.”

“That’s ignoring the ghostly elephant in the room.” Grayson chimed in, “Maybe it’s a dead ancestor?”

Drake gave their older brother an annoyed look “Even a time travelling descendant from the future is more likely than that. And delivering a ‘prophecy’ to boot?”

Oracle pulled up an aged up picture of Damian next to the stranger’s, highlighting several reference points. “On closer inspection, there’s a couple of discrepancies. The cheekbones for one - Robin definitely takes after his mother, while our mystery meta looks more like… well… Robin’s grandmother on the paternal side.” she finished hesitantly. “B?”

They turned to look at Batman, who had remained silent during the whole exchange. If they hadn’t known him so well they would have thought him unaffected, but the tightening around his mouth betrayed his agitation.

“There’s no use in pointless speculation until we have more data to work from,” he growled, “Oracle, look for any reports of a meta matching the target. Since our regular methods have failed to yield results, I will contact the JLD about running tests on the letter.” He turned to Drake, “Red Robin, see what you can find on recent League activities. If this is another scheme by Ra’s or Talia we need to know about it.”

“The last thing we need is more demon spawn running around!” Red Hood groaned over the comms.

Damian was furious. This was absurd! To even indulge the possibility that that creature was in any way related to him was making him feel like he had swallowed battery acid. He was the Demon’s Heir! He was not replaceable! There was only one thing to do.

“Robin? Stop!”

He ignored his Father’s shout. He stomped over to the lab table, snatched up the envelope and broke the seal.

Nothing happened.

He unfolded the paper and saw the same handwriting that had been on the outside.

Brother of blood, brother of soul

Never buried but already mourned

In lightning and ice the scorned child returned

To strike down the Demon’s Head

With all that Death earned

Damian’s hand shook. He reread the lines over and over again, refusing to comprehend. He could feel his Father standing behind him, scrutinising the letter as well.

“Son…”

Suddenly, the paper burst into green flames, going up into smoke that dissipated unnaturally quickly.

Silence reigned for a few moments. Then…

“Well that was needlessly melodramatic” Nightwing remarked.

Part 3

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #batman #dc domics #batfamily #no beta we die like danny phantom #prophecy universe #the one where clockwork uses prophecies to mess things up (and set things right)#fanfic #congrats bruce it's a boy #clockwork loves melodrama

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emmys-grimoire · 1 year

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The Nightbringer, how lesson 9-A tells us everything, and why it’s (probably) not Barb

I’m working on lesson 3 summary, but now that a good portion of the fanbase seems to have gotten through lesson 10, I feel it’s timely to get my thoughts out there ahead of covering lesson 10 because the story will likely continue before I’m done.

And I think a lot of you are ignoring some of the contextual clues.

Don’t read this if you don’t want lesson 8+ spoiled yet.

Ahead of the game releasing, most of the fanbase thought the prologue was a peek into how Barbatos met Solomon because it matched up with the lore in the OG game and Solomon was narrating. There were also other hints that Barb was behind things via promotional media and art. Pair that with his well-known time travel abilities, and it all seems very straightforward and obvious.

We learn in lesson 8, though, that the boy in the prologue video isn’t Solomon -- it’s Adam, and it’s heavily implied that he’s Lilith’s lover.

This fact alone doesn’t actually change much beyond the implied relationship between the Nightbringer and Solomon. It is relevant that Solomon is narrating, though, because they do have a significant relationship.

In lesson 9-A (and the node in lesson 10 that’s a continuation), which I have not gotten to myself yet, Solomon has a telling conversation with the Nightbringer after being confronted with illusions of Diavolo and Simeon meant to test his resolve. They’re squabbling over him, the obvious metaphor for humanity.

Solomon chooses neither, because he believes humanity doesn’t need either demons or angels guiding them. This is meant to mirror a choice he made in the past, as the self-appointed steward of humanity.

And furthermore, back then... the Nightbringer was likely one of the advocates of one of these sides. Furthermore, whatever this agreement he made with the Nightbringer is meant to ensure his “freedom”, even though...

The Nightbringer clearly wanted him to choose one of the presented sides, not neither. So which side was he on? He reveals his hand here, too, if you read into it far enough.

Why on earth would Solomon make this retort if the Nightbringer was actually a demon? If he was a demon, of course he’d be acting like one. It’d be no surprise, and certainly not considered an insult.

We got an angel who acts like a demon. This conversation doesn’t make any sense otherwise.

The Nightbringer is an angel? But that’s CRAZY!

Is it?

Is it really?

There’s one angel in particular who has a similar connection to Solomon as Barbatos, who has also had a significant role in his past: Michael.

We find out in the dream sequence flashback in S3 that Michael was eyeballing Solomon before the Great Celestial War. We know he’s the one who fished us out of that sequence, and warned us that the effect we had on the brothers past selves will carry on into the present (though admittedly this never manifests later). We find out he approached Solomon when he was lost and confused and we know he gave him his Ring of Wisdom, which grants the power to control demons. We find out in Nightbringer that Solomon waged war against the entire Devildom in an effort to leverage his newfound power to better humanity’s position. We learn that war was ultimately inconclusive. At numerous point in the story, Michael is referred to as a “demon in disguise” and a sadist like Lucifer.

We don’t know why Michael would give his very powerful ring to Solomon, but it likely was part of some agreement.

What doesn’t line up with this theory is a lack of motivation. I have no idea why Michael would want us to fling us back to this point of time, after the war. It sounds like he’d want to prevent the war entirely. Adam also meets the Nightbringer in the Devildom, and I can’t see the Devildom allowing Michael to just waltz in and meddle with things, particularly after the Great Celestial War. I’m not sure why they’d let any of them in, but I digress...

The other small details

There’s other small details strewn throughout the story that point to an angel, or at least someone that isn’t Barb.

Adam says he heard trumpets heralding the Nightbringer’s arrival. The king in the prologue also blows a trumpet.

You know what trumpets are associated with? Angels. According to this wikipedia article:

“In Christian Eschatology, all the first six trumpets are used to serve as a wake up call to the sinners on Earth and a call to repentance. Each trumpet blast brings with it a plague of a more disastrous nature than the one before it. The trumpet is used to build anticipation and tells the reader that an alert, announcement, or warning is about to take place. The seventh trumpet does not bring a plague with it. Rather, it is sounded so that glory is given to God and His kingdom is announced.”

There’s a bunch of other biblical associations, too. Barbatos has no trumpet symbolism in any point in the story. His callsign is portals.

Additionally, Barbatos interacts with time via doors.

The Nightbringer sees time as mud, which just might be the liquid swirling around in the Nightbringer trailer.

Who is the king?

The prologue implies that the Nightbringer is summoned via trumpets, and the trumpet is blown by a king. The Barbatos puppeteering art implies it’s a human king, but I’m not so sure.

Understanding who the king is may be instrumental in figuring out who the Nightbringer is. Is it a human king? Is it King Solomon? Is it the Demon King? Is it God? Is it someone completely different? It implies the Nightbringer acts at the behest of someone else, but so far it doesn’t sound like he is right now. And if he’s acting against Solomon, it would be quite problematic if he was tethered to him via a pact like Barbatos clearly is.

My conclusion

It’s either Michael and his motivations are simply more complex than I give him credit for, or it’s another angelic being that has gone rogue without falling somehow. I’m leaning towards the latter, honestly. I’d be really happy if we got a multi-season big bad.

It could still be an alternative timeline Barbatos if Barbatos was once an angel, and this is an angel Barb which has managed to avoid falling and doesn’t have the door motif thing going on.

This is kind of why I hate time travel shenanigans. You have to account for so many damn possibilities that it gets tiresome having to sort through it all.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me nightbringer #obey me! nightbringer #obey me solomon #obey me barbatos #obey me michael #obey me spoilers #obey me nightbringer spoilers #obey me! nightbringer spoilers #theory #analysis #commentary #obey me adam #obey me lilith #obey me the nightbringer

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bitchinbarzal · 1 year

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can you write how mama found out bailey’s deaf? like the doctors telling her?

She sat with the baby in his carrier, content as ever as she listened to the doctor

“When Bailey was born we took him for a hearing reflex test and the result was inconclusive. We’ve since done further testing and Mrs Barzal I’m sorry to say Bailey has Sensorineural hearing loss” the doctor explains.

She looks down at the baby, almost asleep now “You hear that Bails? Well, no I guess you don’t hear that” she laughs at her own joke.

The doctor smiles “You’re taking this better than most parents”

“I’m a doctor too, a little deafness won’t kill him but I’d really love to hear more on implants? It’s not a solution but my husband and I, we both work in hockey rinks and his big brother plays hockey too so the last thing I want is my son to be in a position to be hit with a puck because none of us can warn him” she explains, stroking the boys cheek.

The doctor tuts “I see” reaching across the grab a packet from his drawers

“This” he puts it down in front of her “will tell you everything you need to know”

“Doc?” She asks and he hums in response

“This isn’t going to change him right?”

In that moment the doctor saw her, not as a fellow doctor and medical professional who was fearless in the face of diagnosis but instead as a mom who was just scared for her baby.

“No, I quite think Bailey will be just fine with the team he has around him and hey, kiddo when you become the first deaf hockey player you mention me in your draft speech” he jokes, poking the little boy in the belly lightly.

“You, have not to worry about y/n. I can see Bailey is in safe hands”

#life of ivy #bailey barzal

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horce-divorce · 1 year

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My friend just moved to a her grandmas old place and she doesn't have internet, so instead we dug out Grandma's trusty VHS collection and watched a bunch of movies from the cusp of Y2K. We also have plans to dig out more because this is our thing now, fuck Netflix. So here's my reviews so far:

Holes. what a GREAT fucking movie. Good message that is blatantly anti-prison industrial complex and anti-capitalist. good morals, good soundtrack, great casting, the author of the text wrote the screenplay so it hits hard like the book does, the romance between Kate and Sam will be goals to me forever. "I can fix that"!?!? KILL ME JFJDJWKWKFNJRNE 11/10 good shit. youuUuUUUU got to goOooOoo dig those hooooles 🎶

Another one that's still good? POTC: curse of the black pearl. Yes it's Johnny Depp Disney Garbage Trash, but it's WRITTEN SO WELL. Whatever writers they got for that shit obviously have written many a fanfic (positive! praise!!) bc the dynamics and dialogue btwn characters flow so smoothly. It's absolutely and utterly unlike real life, it's just the pirate story we all always wished we could be in, and it's still an absolute blast. for that I award it 9/10. This one was funny bc it came out on VHS in time for the commercials to be advertising DVDs.

Jimmy Neutron Boy Genius? This one's hard, cus this was one of my FAVORITE movies growing up. I noticed going in, however, that I remembered far less about what happens to Jimmy and his friends then I did about Caveman. Basically all I remembered was Jimmy's dad is stupid, and "when I sneeze it looks like a advanced species too." and that's bc Jimmy Neutron is a completely vapid and inane tale with absolutely no message, that unfortunately did not stand the test of time to me personally. It's pretty much unremarkable. they try to mix the "he's a genius baby" humor with 5th grader booger jokes and it just doesn't work, the booger humor doesn't land for adults and the genius humor isn't quite smart enough to be actually funny most of the time. Tbqh I think watching this as an adult gives me more ideas for horror movies than anything else. They go into space ON ROLLER COASTERS, WITHOUT HELMETS!!! They're fighting an entire civilization of space traveling ritual sacrificing EGGS and they have A SINGULAR! ONE! CHILD! ARMY! TO FIGHT THEM!!!! THEY CANT BREATHE OUT THERE! that's too scary I can't take it seriously lmao. 4/10 with all positive points going to Jimmy's hot mom and himbo dad (ideal romance tbh and where 90% of the humor comes from), Carl, Sheen, and Cindy, for screaming "THOSE FINDINGS WERE INCONCLUSIVE AND YOU KNOW IT" during their first on screen fight, that joke did actually land so they can have a cookie for it. And the teacher who gets turned small and gets left that way forever. What the fuck lmao

We also watched Pocahontas and I mean. Even as a kid watching that one was more of a lesson in "here's how NOT to talk about history," and as an adult, her "romance" with John Smith is more weak and pathetic than anything I've ever seen before or since! We got to "Savages" and all I could think was "Disneys orchestra really put their whole pussy into this one, huh?!?" I wish I could say the rest of the movie/soundtrack made it worthwhile but I'm gonna go with a solid 2/10 here. we still had a fun time tearing into their choices, and the aesthetic of an old Disney movie watched on VHS like nature intended is a form of ASMR. I didn't realize how much I missed the clackety clack of the plastic cases or the smell of a warm, freshly rewound tape. <3 good shit.

Stay tuned for more of my 20 Years Later: VHS Reviews No One Fucking Asked For! we're holding out hope that her parents still have my friends own VHS collection bc her and her sister used to have a banging VHS collection and I NEED to see Quest for Camelot.

#me #film #listening to music from the same era lately too #i just put Simple Plans debut album back in my rotation bc its soooooo funnnyyyyy oh my god #the christmas list song 😭😭#i want a girl in my bed who knows what to do! A PLAYSTATION 2! i want a (1) dvd! a big screen tv!! 😭#IM JUST A KID AND LIFE IS A NIGHTMARE! IM JUST A KIIIIID I KNOW THAT IT'S NOT FAIR!!!! NOBODY CARES CUS IM ALONE AND THE WORLD IS #HAVING MORE FUN THAN MEEEEEEEEEEEE... to night 😔#the song where he straight up fucks an alien #iconic shit

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shooters4logan · 2 months

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*shaking a metal cup rattling with loose change á la beggar squidward meme*

Some pregnant Vale thoughts queen. Vale pregnant with Pecco thoughts my queen.

Vale will never tell anyone but he was terrified. The night the test came back positive he threw it against a wall, claiming it was a fluke. It was a cheap test he bought from a tourist trap.

But he could feel something was up. So he went drove an hour away wearing a baseball cap, basketball shorts and an extremely oversized shirt and bought two packs of pregnancy tests. All but one test came back positive. The only non-positive test was inconclusive. He couldn't sleep for the next few days, his fingernails bitten to stubs and his cuticles bleeding.

He isn't proud to admit but he contemplated having an abortion. He was just about to start racing in the 500cc category and a pregnancy would destroy his career and public image. He had links and would be able to fly out to a low-key country and fly back before anyone noticed.

But then he saw his baby. He went in for a scan and when he saw the tiny spec on the ultrasound he was hooked. Valentino went home and sobbed on the phone to his mother. She rushed over and the pair sat together, discussing what was next.

Luca moved in with Vale, partly because he wanted to spend more time with his older brother and mostly because he wanted the baby to like him more than his sister. He unfortunately had to deal with Vale's terrible cravings, often seen running out of the apartment late at night for tinned fish and honeydew melons.

Vale was very open about his pregnancy and Honda was hesitant but seeing the positive publicity coming from Vale, kept him in the garage. Anyone with a vigilant eye could spot him supporting the engineers, his face illuminated with a pregnancy glow. His gender reveal was chicken-themed, a strange event shared with the whole of Tavullia.

He gave birth during the summer break. He attended the last race before break waddling up and down the paddock and came back with Pecco asleep in his carrier the first race back.

In the hospital, he had a revolving door of visitors, but when it came to pushing Valentino did it alone, everyone sleeping as it was the late hours and no-one was expecting Pecco to come as quickly as he did. His parents woke up to see their grandson swaddled in blankets, Luca cooing over him. Valentino left the other parent section of the birth certificate blank. There were only two names needed, Valentino Rossi and Francesco Bagnaia Rossi.

#anon!!#asks??? in this economy???#baby boots and riding suits

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onboardsorasora · 3 months

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Given that he’s remained in his role amid the already ongoing investigation and the fact that the very public car launch is fast approaching (not to mention the season), I’m willing to bet the investigation will be “inconclusive” (despite the reported proof) sooner rather than later. If there is irrefutable proof and an investigation is in progress, why let him continue working if the end result would be termination? I want the victim to be safe and receive the justice they deserve but current signs point to a likely NDA + monetary payout and this all getting swept away before February 14th.

yeaah, we've seen it time and time again with large corporations and people in high positions of power. He's very entangled in the company and the racing arm so this would be a nightmare for them to remove him at the end of the investigation no matter the outcome.

that's probably also why its being released now so there's time for the articles to come out and the media heat to die down a bit. its all strategic. if this investigation has been ongoing as it was reported then they could have dropped this news whenever. But its prudent for them to give it enough time before the launch and start of the season. He's probably gonna lay low during testing as well, don't be surprised if we see more of Adrian, Helmut and Jonathan for a little bit.

100% I'm afraid the victim is gonna be silenced in all of this. Whatever decision they make, I hope they are being supported and taken care of.

This is all fucked. there's a reason they're being super vague as well. if we dunno exactly what he is being accused of then we can't 'hate him too much' and it'll be easier to sweep away. Get something else trending.

#sigh #answered #anonymous

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kaiannae · 3 months

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Life update (in lack of Starling update)

So, I think I would like to avoid another "going dark" episode like the one from the last two-three months. That one was because of war, and war is still very much present, but at the moment, my lack of writing is mostly due to other matters. CW Cat Medical Stuff: I have a cat. My mother is his human, but I take care of him and I love him very much. Unfortunately, he started feeling unwell two weeks ago on monday morning. He hid all sunday night, he wouldn't eat all day, he was not moving from his hidey hole, I was worried. I called the vet monday evening after confirming he was feeling worse and worse, and was instructed to give first aid painkillers and bring him the next morning. Since then, its been an ordeal of unclear diagnosis. Obvious infection without a source. My vet is very professional, but even after hospitalizing him for close care, going through multiple in-depth tests and giving him broad antibiotics, he wouldn't eat, while the tests were showing nothing but a sourceeless infection. Eventually I was sent with him to a vet hospital to do a specialized ultrasound. That too showed inconclusive results but there were enough findings to make my vet press for an abdominal operation. Its very lucky that they did, and very lucky that they insisted on doing it that same eveing. Turns out the poor thing had a gall bladder infection, which did not show in blood tests or ultrasound, and somewhere in the few hours between the last ultrasound and the operation the gall ate a hole in his stomach and it was leaking into his abdoman. The operation saved him in the nick of time, though it was touch and go for a couple of days. It is now the third day of him being back at home, he has a feeding tube and has to be tube fed 6 times a day. He also gets 9 types of meds, some of which need to be taken with food, some away from food, so I am his home nurse for the next two weeks at least, that assuming he'll keep improving. END CW Cat Medical Stuff. And as if to add insult to injury, I've been feeling ill since the begining of this week, and after testing negative at first, I am now positive for COVID and feeling it heavily. In fact, my mother now has COVID too and she needs care as well. So to summarise, I hardly have time to sleep, so investing myself in the angsty Bren and Fairy PoV enough to write is not really working right now. I must focus on taking care of parent and cat, and though I don't know how much the vet bill is yet (still pending on that) I do know its going to be in the several thousands, so I must focus on that as well. (Sadly, if you don't have pet insurance, any intensive care or test costs a fortune here.) So, please stay tuned as I try to restore some order to my life and calm things down a bit. The wizards are still very much on my mind, in fact, they are one of the things keeping me sane at the moment. If you like my writing and would like to tip me on Ko-fi, there's a link in the header of my page, or you can just search Kaiannae. (sadly I hardly uderstand Kofi, but I know the page works. I intended to make an actual content page there but never got the time with everything that's happened in the last few months.) It would all go towards bills and would be very much appreciated. Also, if you'd like to see or have an idea for a short oneshot you always wanted to see with the wizards, Starling AU or just Shadowgast, feel free to toss them in my direction. I might not be able to invest myself in my main writing right now, but I might be able to do a short thing as I wait for feeding times to post seperately for ya'll, especially night feeding times... Again, I apologize for the wait. Please stay tuned.

#starling #fanfic #critical role #shadowgast #writing #status #life #real life

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dungeons-and-dragon-age · 1 year

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some more incorrect quotes, cos they're fun xdd

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Dorian: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute

June: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?!?

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Varric: I hate the countryside. It’s dirty. It’s unclean. And what is that smell?

Liam: That would be grass.

Varric: Disgusting.

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Liam: Honestly, I don’t even play an active role in my life anymore..

Liam: Things just happen and I’m like “Oh, is this what we’re doing now? Ok.”

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Noya: What doesn't kill me better start running, because now I'm fucking pissed.

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Liam, texting Fenris: Fenris there’s a spider on the outside of the bathroom door can you get rid of it?

Liam: Pls hurry because I’m going to cry

Liam: Fenris

Liam: Fenris?

Fenris: Fenris is dead. You’re next. Love, Spider.

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Addie: Can we go out to get icecream?

Liam: Did you ask Pa?

Addie: He said no.

Liam: Then why did you ask me?

Addie: He’s not the boss of you.

Liam, internally: It's a trap, it's a trap, it's a trap-

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Noya: Are you busy?

Sten: Yes.

Noya: Cool, listen to this-

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Zevran: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Kala will and will not eat.

Alistair: Grass? Yes!

Zevran: Moss? Yes!!

Alistair: Leaves? Ohh, yes!

Zevran: Shoelaces? Strange but true!

Alistair: Worms? Sometimes!

Zevran: Twigs? Usually nah.

Alistair: Rocks? Usually!

Zevran: Morrigan's cooking? Inconclusive!

Wynne: How did you… test this?

Zevran: You just hand her stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if she eats it, she eats it.

Wynne: ... I don’t know how to feel about this.

Morrigan: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?

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Kala: You are an absolute fucking dork.

Alistair, singing: Yeah, but I'm your dork!

Kala: *sighs* Yeah, you're my dork.

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Ari, to the party: And remember, if I get harsh with you it is only because you’re doing it all wrong.

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June, trying to comfort Cullen: What's the problem? Anxiety? Low self-esteem? Obsessive thoughts of random arson? I've been there.

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Liam: I dunno if I'm ready to process the ramifications of this bullshit.

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Cullen: So, June is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night.

Cass: Why?

Cullen: Because I've caught her trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row.

June: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.

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Var'Renan: *raises eyebrows*

Noya: Put those back down!

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Kala: That's ridiculous, Alistair doesn't have a crush on me.

Zevran: Yes he does.

Leliana: Yes he does.

Alistair: Yes I do.

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Ari: Do you ever get pre-annoyed? Like you already know someone is going to piss you off?

Josie: What? No, I—

Solas: *enters room*

Ari: *jaw clenches*

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Neira: Sometimes I wonder if I’m hearing voices.

Neira: Then I remember that’s the last bit of sanity I have trying to get me to fall asleep at a reasonable time.

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Morrigan: Ugh, there’s always that weak bitch in the group who isn’t down with murder.

Morrigan: *glares at Neira*

Neira: Well, sorry I have morals!

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Jowan: You’re overthinking this.

Neira: You don’t know the appropriate level of thinking, Jowan. What if I’m underthinking?

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Alistair: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it.

Kala: I know, that's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out.

Alistair: Th-that's not how that works-

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June, reading a recipe: Beat three eggs?

Sera: It means like in hand-to-hand combat.

June: Ohhhh-

Cullen: Both of you get out of this kitchen.

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Liam: Fine! I don't give a shit!

Merrill: You seem to give a lot of shits for someone who claims not to give a shit.

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Neira: My expectations are low, but they can always go lower.

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Ari: Who hurt you?

Sera: *snorting* What, do you want a list?

Ari: ...Yes, actually.

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Krem: Welcome to Fucking Applebees, do you want apples or bees?

Cass: Bees?

June: THEY HAVE SELECTED THE BEES!

Cass: Wait-

*Sera approaches, shaking a jar of bees menacingly*

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Liam: Swear words are illegal now. If you say one you'll be fined.

Addie: Heck.

Liam: You're on thin fucking ice.

Liam: Oh no-

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Solas: This is a very powerful artifact. You’d be messing with forces you don’t fully understand.

June: That sounds like a dare to me.

Solas: Oh my god.

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Neira, making coffee: This is going to fix everything

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Cassandra: Yesterday, I overheard June saying “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Dagna replying “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

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Lilian: I love the term 'partners'. Are we dating? Are we robbing a bank? Are we the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies and are members of an elite squad known as the special victims unit? Who knows.

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Zevran: Hey, can I get a sip of that water?

Kala: It’s not water.

Zevran: Vodka! I like your sty-

Kala: It’s vinegar.

Zevran: …What?

Kala: It's vinegar, PUSSY.

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Ari: *closes a cabinet*

*a crash is heard behind the cabinet door*

Josephine: What was that?

Ari: The sound of someone else's problem.

[insert dejected Trifles Minutiae noises]

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Lilian: I need to dye my hair.

Lilian: Or get another tattoo.

Lilian: Or a new piercing.

Sebastian: ..... Why?

Lilian: To, you know, appease the mental breakdown gods.

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Merrill: Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 million gold?

Liam: You stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house.

Varric: You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 million.

Liam: Good thinking.

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June: *makes Cullen a cup of tea but puts salt in it*

Cullen: *sips tea*

June:

Cullen: *finishes tea*

June: Didn't it taste bad?

Cullen: Yeah, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings so I drank it all.

June, tearing up: Oh, okay.

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Random Orlesian at a political dinner: How many kids do you have?

Ari: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

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Var'Renan: Creators, give me patience.

Noya: I think you mean 'give me strength'.

Var'Renan: If the Creators gave me strength, you'd be dead.

#incorrect quotes #my ocs #im too tired to tag ocs rn imma do that tomorrow #also if anyone does this too please do tag me! incorrect quotes are always v fun to read hehe #oc: neira surana #oc: kalagna brosca #oc: liam hawke #oc: lilian hawke #oc: june trevelyan #oc: ari adaar #oc: noya tabris #oc: var'renan mahariel #oc: adriel #ok. i think that was all of them xD

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there's a post about doctors who suck and won't diagnose you but also won't treat your symptoms without a diagnosis, which they won't give you, and it's a Good Post that i have no doubt reflects op's lived experience, which is why i'm making my own post because it got me thinking about stuff that ultimately isn't relevant to that post or what it's discussing, so i'm just saying it here instead!

to be clear i don't disagree with that post at all, and none of this is meant to disagree with or "well actually" that post! it's just something the post reminded me of that i wanted to talk about separately.

mostly i wanna talk about diagnoses of elimination, and diagnoses that genuinely DO take a long time to make. my personal experience with this is fibromyalgia, so that's what i'll be talking about mainly.

but basically, my fibromyalgia diagnosis took two full years, from the very first appointment with my GP about my symptoms to the diagnosis itself. it took so long because fibromyalgia cannot be seen or tested for. there's no way to look at someone's body and go, yup, that's fibromyalgia.

so what happens instead is a process of elimination. that first year was spent working with my GP, where we tried very intentional dietary and lifestyle changes, a lot of bloodwork, etc. we eventually found signs of potential autoimmune disease, which then got me a referral to a rheumatologist. the second year was spent working with her, doing all kinds of tests—xrays, ultrasounds, skin biopsies. all of this took even longer than normal because my area is VERY heavily populated, so appointments were pushed out for months at a time.

what we found is: i have a couple symptoms of A LOT of autoimmune diseases, but not enough to sensibly make a diagnosis. this was important because a common treatment for autoimmune disease is immune system suppressants, which would make me VERY susceptible to illnesses and infections. when diagnosing autoimmune disease, it is extremely important to not give a patient these meds until AFTER you're positive it IS an autoimmune disease, because the risks and side effects are so severe and dangerous. you HAVE to be certain that being at elevated risk of infection is BETTER than the autoimmune symptoms, or else you're literally making that person's life worse with medicine.

the fact is, no autoimmune diagnosis fits my symptoms very much, and if it IS autoimmune, it's so mild right now that immune system suppressants would be WORSE for me than my symptoms as they are. but since we ruled out autoimmune disease as a likely cause, we officially ruled out everything that can be tested, and thus i was given the diagnosis of fibromyalgia.

what i want to say is that there ARE situations in which your diagnosis or treatment options need to be delayed, and that these situations are DIFFERENT from what the op of that post is talking about. something really important the op said was "[asshole doctor] won't treat your symptoms without a diagnosis, but [asshole doctor] won't give you a diagnosis either." this is a real problem, but i want you to know the difference between THIS and something like what i went through with my fibromyalgia diagnosis.

my fibromyalgia could not be diagnosed until and unless testing for everything else that could be causing my symptoms turned up negative. i could not be given immune system suppressants until we were certain i had an autoimmune disease and that the negative effects of those suppressants were worth the benefits.

but KEYLY: on day one in rheumatology, i was prescribed pain killers. these helped A LOT with the chronic pain of my fibromyalgia, and i still take them to this day. i was listened to and believed, i was repeatedly reassured that just because yet another test came back inconclusive, it did not mean my symptoms weren't real or that my doctor doubted their legitimacy. every time we hit a dead end, we immediately made a plan for where to go and what to try next. i was never sent away without instructions on my next steps.

the fact is, sometimes it's just not reasonable or ethical or POSSIBLE to get a diagnosis fast, or to get certain treatments fast or at all. medicine is complicated, and doctors are only experts in connecting the dots; they aren't miracle workers who can just know what's wrong with you off the bat. for medicine to WORK, you need to have patience and be as thorough as possible. (you also need a fuckton of money or merciful insurance, unfortunately, and that sucks and isn't right or humane.)

BUT! there is a difference between these things taking a long time because they NEED to, and taking a long time because a doctor DOESN'T BELIEVE YOU. and i want you to have as much info as possible so if this happens to you, you can access which thing is happening. generally, in my experience, doctors who were helping me through a very difficult diagnosis would respect and believe in my symptoms. they would, whenever possible, treat my symptoms. they would ALWAYS tell me what the next steps were, and we never retreaded things like "am i eating the right things" or "am i exercising the right way". they explained to me WHY they couldn't diagnose yet, or WHY they couldn't try this form of treatment. it was never "no," but instead "not now, and here's why."

the best doctor in the world couldn't have diagnosed my fibromyalgia quickly, because that's not how diagnosing fibromyalgia works right now. there's nothing that shows up in tests or scans that tells doctors, yup, this is fibromyalgia. sometimes, we just gotta investigate everything else first. but i had REALLY good doctors who, despite not being able to diagnose me quickly or fix all my symptoms, listened to me, believed me, and did everything within their power to get me here.

so if you're ever in this situation, please keep this in mind. a doctor won't always diagnose you quickly, but there are lots of differences between a doctor who won't diagnose because they need more information, and a doctor who won't because they don't believe you.

#yoshi talks #medical //

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The Flowers Always Know

Chapter 5 - Is This Goodbye?

Description: Having recovered enough that you were getting ready to leave the medical ward at Heroics HQ, the only thing tainting your relief at returning home, was not knowing if you'd get to spend any more time with your new favourite superhuman once you'd left.

**Beware! Author chooses NOT to display warnings on the individual chapters of this story. Read at your own risk!**

Rating: Mature 18+ONLY Word Count: 3414 (1469 words added) Masterlist (this story)

Three months later, you were not only back on your feet, but running. You’d never really been a runner before, favouring the peacefulness of walking, but now it seemed like such a freedom, you could barely get enough of it. You’d been in a coma for almost ten weeks, which had depleted your fat-reserves and made your muscles atrophy, and you were the scrawny sort to begin with, so the nutritionist had not been happy when you’d started requesting more physical activity. But after making a solemn vow to eat however much he asked, he’d finally agreed.

And you’d both been surprised to discover that you’d actually gained weight a lot faster when your body had begun to convert the fuel into muscles. You were heavier now than you ever had been, and you were genuinely proud of that, because you knew it meant you weren’t only strong again, but also stronger than before. It felt like a visible testament to your victory over evil. Plus… You looked good. You’d even gotten the colour and natural volume back in your hair.

You were still living at the Heroics HQ medical facility, and you were still being tested to the nines every single day, but you didn’t mind. Everyone there were nice to you, and it wasn’t like you were in a cage, you went outside every day. They just didn’t like it if you wandered off too far, since you hadn’t been discharged yet, which meant you were still their responsibility, legally.

You’d been pleasantly surprised to find out the organisation had taken care of all your bills and payments while you’d been in a coma and during the subsequent rehabilitation. Probably only to avoid any scandalous headlines from the media, had you decided to whine about losing your house due to the Heroics keeping you alive against all reasonable odds. But whatever their motivation, you were only grateful to them, because it meant your house and finances would still be very much in order, whenever you’d be heading back there.

Marcus had been instrumental in your recovery. As soon as they’d discovered that his electromagnetic currents helped you, the science-department had temporarily melded with the medical department to try and figure out why that was, and what might be the optimal way of utilizing this fortuitus abnormality. Luckily for you, this had meant many long hours spent with Marcus by your side as he’d carefully experimented with stimulating your muscles into cooperating with you.

It hadn’t been nearly as sexy as it sounded, most often resulting in unexpected jerks and spasms to whichever part of your body he’d been working on, nothing of which had had anything to do with any sort of pleasure. Progress, yes. But not pleasure. However, it had offered you plenty of time to talk to each other, which meant you knew a lot more about him now. Or at least, a lot more about Missy. The proud dad had quickly emerged once he’d gotten more comfortable around you.

Curiously, though, no one had been able to work out just how his current could have such a positive influence on your body. They thought it might have to do with some sort of harmonization between the tiny electrical impulses in your nerves and the frequency of his current, but they couldn’t say for sure. Because so far, all their tests had been inconclusive.

The never-ending tests didn’t bother you as much anymore, as you’d gotten used to the routine of them, but today was going to be a bit special in that regard, as you were about to do a test you’d never done before. The medical team wanted to do a full-scale physical exam, complete with endurance- and strength-tests, and you’d actually been looking forward to this. You were excited to find out how close you’d gotten to receiving that clean-bill-of-health stamp in your charts.

The tests themselves were gruelling, though. They involved running as fast as you could in short intervals, but then in the breaks between each interval you also had to do a strength exercise. Weightlifting, or working with kettlebells, or just regular push-ups. There were lots of different ones, and you never knew beforehand what the next one would be.

You jumped off the treadmill, leaving it running at the same speed, and once you were off, you were told which exercise to perform. The moment you completed it, it was back to the treadmill, and you weren’t allowed to alter the speed setting. If you couldn’t manage the thirty second interval, you had to step off and do another strength exercise.

After that, you were mercifully given an hour to rest, before you were going to take on an obstacle course to check your agility and reflexes, and it was at this point that Marcus joined the small crowd of maybe thirty people, who’d gathered to find out how you’d do. Most were people you’d met in the medical ward and who had been part of the team responsible for keeping you alive, and they were incredibly supportive. They’d been cheering you on and clapping every time you’d managed to complete an exercise.

Not that you were surprised by their enthusiasm at all. These were the people who had spent weeks working almost around the clock just to keep your heart beating. If there were any souls you would be able to count on for support on your progress, it would be them. It was slightly more surprising to realize, as you of course followed Marcus’ path through the crowd, that his mother, the almighty Anita Moreno, was also there, in the back of the little crowd.

What could she possibly want to see this for? You’d never met her, never even seen her other than on tv. Your only connection to her was through her son, but he had only mentioned her in the family sense, being the grandmother to his beloved daughter. Of course, you didn’t know if he’d talked to her about you. If she knew how important he’d been to your survival and recovery. If so, then it made sense she might be a little curious.

As you stood on the start line, doing your best not to let the massive wall, which was the first obstacle, deter you, your eyes were drawn back to Marcus, looking for comfort. He was in his uniform again, and he looked winded, as though he’d hurried to get there in time to see this. You noticed him throw a slightly confused gaze at his mother, though, once he clocked her, which seemed to confirm he hadn’t talked to her about you and certainly hadn’t expected to see her there.

But he apparently decided not to dwell on it yet, turning his gaze away from her and down to you. And when he realized you were already looking at him, he gave you an encouraging nod and a warm smile, as if to say “I know you’ve got this”. You’d been told that this course was the same one the Heroics regularly used for training, and that they’d scaled it down a bit for you, but the aim was still to test your physique quite rigorously, so it wouldn’t be easy.

Nervous, but also eager to find out how much your training had paid off, you signalled the controller in charge of the timer that you were ready, and then waited for the whistle. Scaled down or not, you found out right away that it really was a tough course. You had to use your whole body to get past practically every single obstacle, and by the end, you were so tired that you collapsed the moment you crossed the finish-line, to the zealous applause, whistles and cheers of the little crowd.

The twins were by your side immediately, taking your vitals to make sure there was nothing abnormal about your exhaustion. That you were only as spent as anyone should be after giving it everything they had for fifteen minutes. They’d been with you the whole day, and this was the final hurdle before you’d all get to rest. They’d both been sweating almost as much as you, just from worrying about you. Finishing their exam by comparing it to your readings throughout the day, they finally announced their verdict.

“All good. She’s okay,” they declared to the supervising physician, who in turn, looked at his digital pad and tapped a few times, before a smile crept into his features.

“Well, it’s not a course-record, but considering the fact that most humans don’t even finish this course on their first try, I think we can give you your stamp now.”

You sat up and stared wide-eyed at him, too stunned to find any words, but then Amaire shoved a water-bottle into your hand and all but pushed it into your mouth, temporarily sidelining your ability to respond.

“I’m officially declaring you completely recovered, and no longer in need of medical assistance,” the physician announced, loudly enough for the entire room to hear, before he kneeled beside you and put a hand on your shoulder, lowering his voice as he added: “Congratulations, miss. You really are a miracle.”

Joy bubbled up inside you as you took in his words. You’d made it. You’d actually made it. There was a light-hearted laughter in your throat as you worked on getting your pulse under control, made more difficult by the sudden burst of excitement.

“Don’t let Miracle Guy hear you say that, Doc, whatever you do,” you joked, and he chuckled.

“Hah, I’ll keep that in mind,” he winked, and then stood to leave.

And when he turned away, your favourite Heroic was suddenly right in front of you, pulling you to your feet and into a tight hug in one fluid movement. He’d never hugged you before, and you wished that he hadn’t done it now when you were soaking his uniform in your sweat. But, holy crap, did his arms feel good around you.

“Felicidades, preciosa! I knew you’d be ready. How do you feel?” he laughed, while almost lifting you off the floor with exuberance, infecting you to laugh along with him.

“Thank you, Marcus, I feel amazing. Like I wanna sleep for a week, but still amazing,” you chirped, before reluctantly pulling back to look at him.

As wonderful as it was to be encircled by those arms, you wanted him to see your eyes when you spoke again.

“Really, thank you. I don’t know if I could have recovered this well without you, or if I would’ve even been able to wake my body up, ever again. I was trapped in the most impossible position imaginable, and you set me free. I’ve never thanked you for that. I don’t know how I could ever thank you enough,” you tried to explain, although it was hard to put words to how massive your gratitude really was.

He looked mildly embarrassed by your gratitude, and his eyes seemed a bit glossier as he pulled you back into his arms and held you even tighter. But you didn’t think he was being modest about the impact he’d had on your life, it was more like he was just overwhelmed by his own emotions, and perhaps not ready to let you see him at his most frail state of mind. Then he spoke, and suddenly you knew exactly how overwhelmed he felt.

“You have no idea what it means to me to see you like this. Strong, healthy and happy. I’ll never forget those eyes staring up at me that day in the hospital. That image haunted my dreams for weeks. So, every day I walked into your med-chamber, hoping to see you improved, only to find you unchanged. As if time had stopped, trapping you somewhere the rest of us couldn’t see or bring you back from. And it made me feel so helpless and useless.”

He spoke quietly, right by your ear. These words were only for you, and you could hear in his voice just how true they were. It brought tears of gratitude and joy to your eyes, but you held them back, for fear he might misinterpret them as pain.

“You don’t owe me a damned thing, hermosa,” he added after a taking a few calming breaths, although you could still feel the thumping of his heart against your ribcage. “The fact that I get to see those eyes smile again, is more than I ever dared to dream.”

But the moment abruptly ended then, when someone very loudly and deliberately cleared their throat right next to the two of you, making you automatically pull away from one another. And then you nearly choked on your own saliva when you realized the person standing there was his mother. Marcus, however, seemed only annoyed, all trace of overpowering emotion scrubbed from his face the moment he drew back from you.

“Hi, mom. I was wondering what brought you here today,” he greeted, but his tone was suspicious, and he demonstratively crossed his arms while he turned towards her.

“Are you not going to introduce me, hijo? Didn’t I raise you to be polite?” Mrs. Moreno chided, but her son was unaffected.

“Oh, and here I thought sneaking up on people, deliberately trying to make them uncomfortable was considered impolite. My mistake,” he snorted sarcastically, to which his mother merely glared. “She doesn’t need your dramatic flares today, mama. Let her have her moment in peace.”

But you just smiled at the two of them. You’d never been close with your own family, so it always warmed your heart to see people who were. And within the little tidbits he’d spoken about his mother during your long conversations in the med-chamber, you’d been able to discern that they were extremely close, which was why they could argue quite heatedly without ever getting truly angry with one another.

“That’s okay. A little drama can be very entertaining,” you chipped in, keeping your tone light and smiling as you looked from Marcus to his mother.

And since the son was clearly not gonna do it, you then introduced yourself, with a respectful nod, rather than offering your still sweat-soaked hand. However, instead of the customary response of introducing herself in return, since this was the first time you met, she didn’t respond to you at all, and instead gave her son a sideways glance.

“Don’t you have some Heroics to wrangle, Team Leader?” she huffed at him, to which his eyebrows climbed about three stories on his forehead.

“Are you serious?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

“Do I look like I have any intention of leaving you alone with a woman who has no idea just how horridly manipulative you can be?” Marcus countered, and he was actually starting to sound a bit angry now.

“Now you’re exaggerating, chico. When have I ever been horrid?”

“I can count it out for you, if you’d like. Or maybe the word ‘ambassador’ will suffice?” he taunted, but she just shrugged.

“That boy was a huevón. He needed a figurative slap in the right direction. And that situation has nothing to do with this,” she objected, but her son wasn’t having it.

“Oh, but it has everything to do with this, because when you’re willing to humiliate someone in front of their entire office, for no greater reason than to prove a point, people might think twice before allowing you the opportunity to meddle with their fucking lives.”

“Ay, mind your tongue,” was all the response she gave to his little tirade, she didn’t even try and argue her side of it, so apparently, Marcus was right in his observation.

“Not even a little bit. Now, if you’re not gonna be civil, or even polite enough to officially introduce yourself, much less explain why it’s suddenly so important for you to speak to someone you’ve taken no interest in before today, you better believe I’m not leaving my friend alone with you. So, either start talking, or go away,” he countered, and you didn’t miss the slightly possessive edge to the way he said my friend.

You were even a tad concerned at just how much you liked it. His mother, on the other hand, scoffed and then turned on her heels and walked away. Apparently not willing to discuss whatever matter had brought her to you, with him present.

“Sorry about that. She’s really sweet once you get to know her, but she’s also… tricky,” he excused, softening his stance and turning back to you once she’d left.

“You know, I wouldn’t have minded speaking with her,” you said, while grabbing a fresh towel to try and get rid of the worst of the perspiration on your face, neck, and arms.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t, but you don’t know how dangerous she is whenever she decides that something needs to change. Consider that she’s never once asked about you, even with all the time I’ve spent in the med-section. Missy asked me about you every day, but mom… She never wanted to know how you were doing or even any details about what happened to you. So, the fact that she’s approaching you now, when you’ve just been cleared, means she’s up to something, and I won’t trust her intentions until I know what it is.”

“Well, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t touched by your willingness to protect me from monster mom,” you said light-heartedly, mostly just to try and hide your shock and curiosity concerning the fact that his daughter had asked about you.

It seemed like such an intimate thing to learn that you’d been part of multiple conversations between a father and child, neither of which you knew all that well. But Marcus’ face broke into a sheepish expression at your jovial comment, and he bowed his head to look at his own shoes.

“I’d happily protect you from anyone,” he mumbled, as if he felt silly admitting he liked to act as your guardian.

“Thank you. I’ll be sure to call if I’m ever in trouble again,” you smiled, and he looked up at you then.

For a moment, a shadow of something painful swept over his features, before he quickly tried to adapt a more neutral expression. It didn’t quite work, though.

“So… you’re leaving?” he asked, and suddenly his voice sounded so flat and lifeless.

“Well, yeah. I mean… I doubt they’ll just let me stay indefinitely and rent free. Not to mention take up a med-chamber which someone else will undoubtedly need at some point. And I do miss my house, though maybe not the cleaning I’m in for, come to think of it. Then again, I am overdue for a good deep-clean. Shit, I wonder if any of my plants made it? Is it weird that I’m looking forward to cleaning? And cooking, holy crap, do I miss cooking. And sun-bathing in the garden with my favourite music and curling up on the sofa with a boo-…” you cut yourself off when he started smiling in that knowing sort of way.

Although, it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Crap. I’m rambling now, aren’t I?” you realized, feeling just a shade pathetic.

“A bit,” he confirmed. “But I get it. Home is… home. And I’m really glad you get to go back to yours, after everything.”

“Yeah, me too,” you replied, and now it was your turn to look slightly sheepish as you weren’t sure how to continue this conversation.

What more was there to say? You didn’t wanna just say goodbye and walk off, that would feel like shutting a door in his face, somehow.

“Um… so, I’m sure there’s a bunch of paperwork I’ll have to sign, and I most definitely need a long shower and a lot of soap before I go anywhere,” you blabbered, trying to get to the part you actually wanted to say. “But I would love to see you before I leave.”

“Sure. I’ll most likely be in Operations, or my office. Just ask around,” he nodded, swaying a little awkwardly on the soles of his feet.

“Okay,” you nodded in return, still unwilling to bid him farewell.

Instead, you turned to Amaire, starting to thank them for all their help and support, and by the time you glanced back to where Marcus stood, he’d already left.

#marcus moreno fanfiction #marcus moreno x female reader #marcus moreno x reader #we can be heroes fic #we can be heroes au #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfiction #sirowsky stories #superhero stories

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the-eldritch-it-gay · 1 year

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just mailed my genetic test off for analysis. I'm weirdly like. anxious and unsettled. like, there's not much reason to be. If it comes back with a positive on some gene then that will help diagnosis a connective tissue disorder (whether it be EDS or something else). If it comes back negative, then my doctor can officially diagnose me with hypermobile EDS. It could come back inconclusive or smth and like, again that will likely still give my doctor something to work with.

I think I'm anxious because for most of my life, doctors haven't been a place for answers. Most of the time I get dismissed or told I'm faking it or that they just don't know, the times when I get treated frequently aren't positive (see: my last doctor n ER visits where I faced Islamophobia and racism). Every time previously I've been handed to a different doctor, they usually run a test and the results don't do anything. I've had to wait months just to see some specialist doctor only for them to like, take an XRay or blood sample and spend a month looking at that and then being like "Dunno, maybe you're just fat. Plus I looked at your chart and you're psychotic so maybe that's the reason."

So like. The concept of going to a doctor and getting a test that in any way provides something or answers something is just. Something I can't seem to bring myself to accept. Because it feels like I'm just getting my hopes up, when historically I have no reason to believe a doctor can help me or care or answer anything.

And like, yes I met this dr and she's very nice and relatable and fun and she herself has EDS and she was incredibly friendly and nice and respectful and she physically examined me and asked me questions and concluded that she definitely believes I have a connective tissue disorder and even noted how much skin involvement I have that she doesn't tend to see in mild cases or cases that are simply hypermobile EDS. But idk. I've been wronged too much before by doctors so I just have this fear that nothings wrong with me and I'm somehow faking this and the test will come back and discredit me somehow or something. Idk.

#Eldritch IT Speaks

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kindan-no-kanojo · 1 year

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⊹𝕰𝖝𝖙𝖗𝖆: 𝕬 𝖋𝖆𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖞 𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑

⊹No. 11⊹

—Experimentation Report on Ghoul number 11.

Status: Discontinued. Do not leave unsupervised.

ooc note: most of this Ghoul info does not align with the canon!

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XVII Century

Hypothesis: Human corpses work as vessels. Under the right amount of demonic magic and DNA mutation, it is possible to create a whole new race.

The beginning.

—The initial ten subjects gathered were, at best, instant failures.

—Three of them did not survive long enough after being brought back to life.

—Five vessels weren't strong enough to handle demon DNA within. They self-destructed immediately.

—The final two dissolved into goo while testing their endurance.

—The 11th subject, however, showed signs of progress. I shall test further.

The subject number 11.

—After the necessary adjustments, the eleventh vessel was reborn and stable.

—It required several types of DNA mixed with its own. A small portion of other demons exists within this vessel. So far, no negative reaction.

—It does not show any hint of emotion, however. It is unresponsive.

—Communication attempts were inconclusive.

—It is reactive to blood. It is unstable to flesh.

—This might be a step into the right direction.

Further experimentation.

—More subjects showed positive progress upon the methods first tested on Number 11.

—It is certain that Number 11 will not be part of the final work. It might not tolerate it for long. It serves for testing, nevertheless.

—I am looking to return its human memories. It is an assumption that it will bring emotion and personality back, as well.

—Perhaps future subjects will be able to blend in amongst races with this method. I shall use a small percentage of my own magic and await for results.

Brief success.

—Number 11 is now able to remember its past life. It has brought more than just its personality, however.

—It refuses to feed on blood. It gets aggressive with flesh.

—A sense of humanity seems to have returned. It is getting hard to control, progress is being held back. I shall fix this issue.

Polishing mistakes.

—I have learned that Number 11's state is beyond my control if I plan on keeping it as my test subject.

—It is very aggressive. It does not respond to my orders.

—A last attempt to undo this mistake might break its mind. It is a risk I am willing to take.

—There are more subjects available to continue.

Failed moves.

—The subject was given the entirety of its memories back, including the day of its birth and the day of its death. I assume its time under my care is also found in its brain, and further experiences will also be stored.

—Very unstable. It is still aware of its surroundings. It continues to show aggression. Appears to be irreversible.

—I have no further use for Number 11. The continuous storage of memory might one day kill its mind. Perhaps it will self-destruct or dissolve.

—That, I am willing to find out. I will keep an eye on number 11; however, it requires isolation.

—The outskirts of the Demon World will suffice.

Conclusions.

—Number 11 was a good initial approach to what will become my final experiment: Ghouls.

—After isolating Number 11, I have reached new conclusions. New issues to fix in future subjects:

Number 11 is sentient most of the time. Its features resemble a normal human being.

It does not age. It seems unable to die due to natural causes. The demon DNA appears to be the reason, although it shall be adjusted in the future.

Number 11 is a female. However, it is safe to assume that its altered DNA makes it unable to reproduce.

Number 11 is sensitive to blood, although it keeps composure. Flesh triggers mindlessness.

The corruption of its mind alters its eyes and ears, even nails. I shall make adjustments for a stable appearance in the future.

Number 11 is able to turn into a crow. A dismal bird, regular by its looks. Lacks the ability to fly properly, thus far.

The physical strength of Number 11 only surpasses a human's. The consumption of blood makes it considerably stronger for a period of time.

Unfortunately, its body is not strong enough to handle vampire-like strength. It can damage itself under its use.

Its mind appears to be stronger than I originally speculated, although it could be a side-effect. It is hard to break, but I do not intend to accelerate the process.

I shall let nature do its job in the Demon World. Its eye-catching features will not go unnoticed.

I return to my experimentation. Future failures will face a similar fate until I find a proper use for them.

Note to future caretakers:

—Do not leave the Eleventh Ghoul unsupervised. It shall remain isolated until further notice.

Notes of a discontinued experimentation, Trismégiste.

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