i also want to point out we know it tastes the same even after thousands of years b/c archaeologists who discovered two thousand year old honey tasted it. presumably right after they looked at each other and went âwhat the hell here goes nothingâ
No, no no⊠you identify bone from rock or other substances by touching it to your tongue. If it sticks, itâs bone. The taste itself has nothing to do with it. And most archaeologists wonât lick human bones if they know theyâre human.
âŠand I realize that doesnât actually do much to prove archaeologists arenât freaks.
HUH?!â being transmitted in twisted wonderland was not on your bucketlist neither was being the absent groundskeeper of night raven known for its trouble maker studentsâhopefully you can survive until the end of the yearâŠ
This is inspired by @wifishifey series twisted hearts!!!!!! And @dummy1001 ghost series!!!!! Go check out their series Iâm absolutely in love with it!!!!!
your little daughter was sleeping, you watched her carefully, examining every small detail of her little body, her small nose, her soft hair, the delicate lips with which she tried to call you mama, her little hands that she used to search for your touch.
her eyes... you wanted to wake her up and observe her beautiful brown eyes, you still try to guess if they are your eyes or her father's..
"___, we need to talk seriously" Dick had placed his hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you.
the only thing you felt was how your bubble of calm was breaking, your skin getting goosebumps and your pulse becoming cold
you nodded after a few more minutes looking at your little daughter.
it was time to accept the consequences of your actions. the justice league had frustrated your great plan, ending with all your companions imprisoned, you were the only one standing.
at least you managed to brainwash many criminals... the joker would no longer be a problem, you avenged your friend Alicia and Jason
now comes the most difficult part, you have to face your whole family, the people you met a long time ago, and the new members.
"___" Bruce was the one who recognized you first, your name sounded strange in his mouth, it had been a long time since you heard your name with that voice.
the man's voice had changed, you vaguely remembered it as a voice lacking interest...
it was a bucket of cold water to know that your family belonged to the heroes who protected the planet, all your life they hid it from you, ha, you were never enough to know their true identity. it was a bitter taste in your mouth.
even having closed that chapter of your life, they found a way to make you feel hurt
you didnât greet, you looked at him for a minute, before diverting your gaze toward the other heroes, you were more interested in how the procedure to deal with you as a criminal was going to develop.
you could only think about your daughter, would you not see her anymore? would she forget you? would she hate you for choosing to clean the world for her?
you were interrogated by Martian Manhunter in a small room, far from your father, far from your brothers. even being a bad person, the man did not treat you badly, he was kind.
with his gaze you remembered the same look your teacher gave you when they saw that no one in your family had shown up to a family event, you were one of the few students forgotten by their parents.
speaking of looks, you remembered Damianâs hurt look and Jasonâs clear conflict, who carried a stroller with your daughter sleeping. both had been present when the rest of the family, in their roles as heroes, had raided your home with the intention of arresting you.
you admitted to being the mastermind of the plan, you answered without opposing and without lies
"you donât look affected by your frustrated plan" the man questioned you, confused
"oh, thatâs what you think" you smiled, pretending bravery was the only thing you could think of, you were not going to show yourself vulnerable "I already completed my plan, to show the potential of project Alice" you stared fixedly at the man "the people who have lost a lot will take care of keeping the project alive"
"it is unlikely, no good civilian would take the risk" the extraterrestrial denied, your plan lacked logic, they were only vague hopes
"the desire for revenge of the innocent and their lack of action as heroes, before the villains who take innocent lives and their light punishments" you pointed at the hero "it is and has always been the engine of the plan"
you presented your masterpiece to everyone present who watched your interrogation, you were not stupid to not know that all eyes were on you, even if it was through cameras
"you donât seem like a bad person, what made you change to that mentality?" Martian Manhunter did not hesitate to ask you that question
"when you have something valuable to protect, you donât hesitate, you become a monster just to see their innocent smile preserved" you said with certainty, accepting that you had become a villain for your daughter and your deceased friend.
a moment of acceptance for you turned into torment, when your whole family had the audacity to face you
"you shouldnât have done it ___, what were you thinking" Bruce confronted you, his hand had pulled you aside to a secluded place, before scolding you, like a little girl who had gotten into trouble
"playing with peopleâs minds at your will" his hands gripped your arms tightly, you, motionless and shocked, watched "that was very cruel, you are already an adult, you have a daughter and a job, you threw everything overboard for what? a revenge"
oh, so now he was going to be a good father, after having cast you aside.
now knowing that your father was Batman, things fell into place in your head.
he lost his parents to a criminal, his actions are not very different from yours, in your opinion.
a great irony.
it was great hypocrisy on the part of your father, or rather of the man who took you into his home.
"no, I didnât throw it away for a stupid revenge, I did it for my daughter and her future" you defended yourself, firm without backing down, you were no longer a child "if I have to be a bad person, to not see my daughter die at the hands of a psychopath, so be it" you shouted angrily, your progenitor was no one to judge you
not after Jasoon.. had.. had disappeared... although you are not so sure if he just disappeared.. something bad happened to him, of that you were sure
"there are other ways" Bruce denied
"like what, being a vigilante, leaving my daughter aside"
"I.. I didnât do that" Bruce refused to believe that truth, he gave you a home, a good education, shelter, food, luxuries
"oh, that is a big lie, tell me, if I had not done project Alice, would you have even looked for me?" exasperated you looked at your progenitorâs face, seeing his reaction "you disowned me since I arrived at your home" you denied
"thatâs not..."
it was exactly the reaction you imagined, it was a no, he would not have noticed your existence
"you raised many children who donât even have your blood, you were a father to them" you spoke fast, without stopping, you were not going to allow them to interrupt you "and I donât judge you for that, I do it because you were never a father to me, you never took a few minutes to be one"
"___"
"you and the others made me feel like trash, someone who didnât need to be seen"
"did you even notice that I left? do you know how old I am? what I studied or if I didnât continue university?"
"..." a great silence formed in the room
"not even you know it" you looked at Dick, Barbara, Tim, Stefany, even Jason... it hurt to accept it, but if the right events had not happened, Jason would have never found you or even looked for you
"thatâs not true" Dick intervened, he refused to believe your words, he did not forget you, you just grew up, you left, and he became an adult, with his own responsibilities
"come on, you distanced yourself after adapting to your new life" you pointed at Dick, staring at him, leaving him speechless, only broken syllables
"that doesnât give you the right to judge criminals, you donât know what you are doing" Tim decided to intervene, but his words did not calm you
"what is it that I donât know? youâve been fighting since you arrived at the mansion, and tell me, have you achieved anything?" you questioned him
"___" Jason tried to get closer, leaving your daughter with Damian, trying to calm you, just like those times when your anger controlled all your emotions, even when you became violent, a tight hug from Jason was enough for you to calm down, he endured all your anger, harsh words and blows... but this time it was not the same... somehow you felt betrayed by your dear brother
"no, not you, you always hid that secret" hurt, you stepped back "I told you so many things, how I felt being left aside, you accepted it, you made me believe that truth"
you looked at your whole "family".... you still question if things could have been different
"I donât think you are the best to judge me" trying to compose yourself you spoke
"no.. I shouldnât say this... but I hate this family, I hate it so much" your eyes burned
"it shouldnât be like this, itâs not normal" you denied, still trying to convince yourself otherwise
you think... you think you are very fucked up..
without strength you fell to your knees on the floor, covering your face with your palms, wrapping yourself in darkness.
time stopped when you lifted your gaze, you were confined in a cell, alone with your thoughts, waiting for your sentence
now you knew that your little one did not possess your brown eyes, they were never your dull and deep brown eyes, they were clear and dreamy ones, you knew it when you saw those eyes again, in another person whom you knew very well
you allowed yourself to cry, to lower your guard, you no longer needed to be brave in front of your little one, she is being taken care of by your father and brothers, you were sure they would love her, that is the good thing about people when they grow older, age makes them more considerate and kind
just like you used to do on those stormy nights, where two lost adults let everything out, in the middle of laughter and silly conversations, telling painful truths lost over the years
when a warm comforting touch surrounded you, and the world stopped, and you felt safe, even if the world were ending
only this time he watched you, he did not move, paralyzed he analyzed you, watching you break into tears
were you a monster? surely you were...
your mother would be very angry, surely she wouldnât be able to look you in the eyes... even so, you wouldnât care, if that meant seeing her again
maybe your daughter will truly never forgive you
you can only remember her big smile when you took her to a small park, you played all day with her, you both swung on the swings, you held her with one arm on your lap and with your other hand you held the chains, even tired you kept pushing with your feet, seeing her smile and raise her little hands
when you took her to a small beach, where you helped her walk on the sand, and you played putting your feet in the sea, how your little one kicked the water with excitement, you had to hold her tightly for fear that she would throw herself into the water to feel it more
Ahhh, I'm back on this series, I need to finish it⊠even though I've lost my inspiration and ideas, but I'm going to try.
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huge fans of religions who preach poverty and modest living whilst hoarding uncountable amounts of untaxed wealth, property, and international treasures, gotta be one of the top 5 scams ever invented
Always fun to watch people find out about Hobby Lobby smuggling thousands of looted historical artefacts from the Middle East (x) and 'United States of America v. Approximately Four Hundred Fifty Ancient Cuneiform Tablets and Approximately Three Thousand Ancient Clay Bullae' (x)
Iâm drawing Arthur Morgan rn and told my dad about it. He said âdo you think you could show me sometime?â I had to juggle pure embarrassment, shame and amusement because little does he know, Iâm drawing him shirtless lol.
I should also mention that he was the one to play the game, not me. I just watched him. I simply do not have the heart to tell him that I am drawing the main character of a game he nerded out so hard for us now being drawn shirtless by his kid
Iâm drawing Arthur Morgan rn and told my dad about it. He said âdo you think you could show me sometime?â I had to juggle pure embarrassment, shame and amusement because little does he know, Iâm drawing him shirtless lol.
