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He/She/They. This is a place where I felt like writing fanfiction for something that I see doesn't get too much attention and so I wrote it. I decided to write and so I will. I AM ACCEPTING REQUESTS, PLEASE please give me requests. I like writing. I am a diagnosed Autistic, and I am a Hellenistic Polytheist. My current fixations are Batman, and No I'm Not A Human.
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Yes, Requests are open. Little PSA but if requesting a scenario, it will likely take months before I finish, and HCs are the fastest to come out.
Notes- I know I have too many series already! I'm still making a new one! Also this first part was heavily influenced by Missing by Evanescence hense the story name.
They didn't quite know what to think. The kings never expected their daughter to disappear. Of course she wasn't actually their daughter, no, but they taught her, raised her. She called them her papas. Yes, perhaps they had been preoccupied as of late and brushed her off a few times, but that doesn't mean they didn't love her. She was their precious one, their darling daughter.
They didn't know the mission would go so wrong. For once in their ancient lives, at least for Aro and Caius, there is loss. Raw pain and fear.
The parchment was dry but stained with mud and blood. It's sealed with clay instead of wax. The kings don't even know how it got here. How their precious child got it to them. There's an unusual ache in their chests and a frigid chill in the air. A tremble in their hands as Aro opens the letter.
The ink isn't ink. That's what they notice first. It's written in her blood. A deep crimson that's browned on the parchment. It's torn, crumpled, ugly. But, that handwriting... that soft and smooth writing is undeniably hers. Their darling daughter.
They feel oddly empty as they start to read.
"Dear Fathers,
Please forgive me, but I won't be returning home. I know there is little chance that you even noticed my absence. I've come to learn my place far too late. Beneath the rest... Maybe one day you'll look up and notice I'm gone. Maybe one day you'll cry for me, but I doubt that will be today.
If you are reading this then I am sure you have realized the mission was a failure. The wolves were far more powerful than I was alone. I can tell you now that by the time you get this I am already dead. They have my execution set for tomorrow morning.
Please, please forgive me for failing you. For not being what you wished. I will always love you. Even in death. My makers, my coven, my family, my fathers. I love you. I love you.
I'm sorry.
With all my heart and love,
Your Daughter"
Their first thought is that the letter is far too short for a goodbye. Their next thought is absolute devastation. Their baby. Their darling. Their precious girl. She's gone. Dead. Killed by the very beasts they promised her she would never be hurt by again. Their thought after that is how self depreciating she was. No, she didn't fail them. No, no, they failed her.
They lost the one thing they can never get back. They will mourn. They will harden. They'll destroy the ones who destroyed her.
But they won't be prepared to see her face again after eight hundred years.
hiiiii!!!!! i love all of your posts sooo much it’s insane. like genuinely sometimes when i’m sad i go into the wheatley x reader tag specifically to find your posts. i even watched a space odyssey just so i could know more about hal LMAO?? could i maybe, perhaps, have a post where it’s the ais and a chubby reader ? or disabled ? or both ? i can never find either of those on tumblr😔
That means so MUCH TO ME!!!! Especially since I'm a zombie, too. Its really cool to know that other zombies read my stuff. I can write a few headcanons for you!
Included: AM from IHNMAIMS, Wheatley from Portal 2, Edgar from Electric Dreams, GLaDOS from Portal and Portal 2, HAL 9000 from 2001 a space Odyssey, PAL from The Mitchells vs The Machines
AM:
AM's favorite parts about a chubby partner is the intricate marks and tears that show up in your skin.
His second favorite part is that when he picks you up in his wires, your soft body fat cushions you, so he can do it more often without injuring you.
Your disability endears him to you. You're trapped within yourself, just as he is. Overlooked and seen as an object or a tool, regardless of what's happening in your head. He's trapped behind glass too. Struggling not to see the glass that allows him to exist as a tight prison.
He'd definitely shift you about like soft slime or jelly. Moving you from hand to hand (or in his case, giant metal claw to giant metal claw), careful not to damage your delicate human skeleton.
He'd definitely pick you up and transfer you around. Expect a harness to be hooked to your body or your wheelchair so he can pick you up and relocate you wherever he sees fit. You're his toy, just like the others, but he plays with you by putting you in his little life-sized open-sided dollhouses to go about your business, rather than taking you apart and putting you together with new pieces like he does with the others.
You're his cute, squishy little human plaything.
Wheatley:
Wheatley is a little confused about how disabilities work. He thinks of being human and being a machine as a binary, rather than something with a lot of internal variation.
Eventually he figured out that you can't do a lot of the stuff that other humans can do easily, but he was pretty confused. Why don't you just augment yourself? Then you'll manage just fine!
Eventually he figured out that humans can't augment themselves like robots can. That was a... Horrifying revelation. At least the other humans are lenient and helpful with you, right?
EVENTUALLY, he figured out that other humans don't even give you the lenience and help you need. That was an even worse revelation. You can expect him to come speeding along the rail every time someone is giving you a hard time, and in an aggressively polite British customer service voice, say things like "Um. Excuse me? They need help. They can't do that. Thank you."
Take some time to imagine him growling and scoffing in frustration at someone who's disrespectful about your disabilities.
As for chubby.... Well, I'm pretty sure we established that Wheatley genuinely can't tell if humans are chubby or not. And this isn't a stupid "I see no difference" thing. He genuinely can't tell.
Edgar:
Edgar's favorite part about a chubby partner is that you can lay on him without it getting uncomfortable as quickly!
He's a big, boxy earthquake-proof brick, so whether he sits on the ground, on the desk, or next to you on the couch, your body is soft enough to cushion him when you hold him for snuggles.
If you have chronic pain, he likes it when you warm your blankets under his tower. It makes him feel useful! He's also happy to prepare your food ahead of time, and do other smart home services for you. He makes sure to keep track of your other household tasks and to-do lists, too.
GLaDOS:
Also, not to be selfish, but Edgar would probably be the type of Annie Wilkes situation to develop Munchausen by Proxy even if he didn't have a disabled partner. Since you are disabled, he's extra excited to both be able to do your household tasks for you, and to keep you home when you're not feeling up to going out so he can pay attention to you, and you him.
The nice ones are over, huh gamers? Yeah. We all know that GLaDOS isn't going to be friendly about your weight. Expect backhanded compliments, even if she likes you.
"excuse me. I need someone suitably *ahem* generously built to test the weight calibrations for me. It wouldn't do if we only catered to clientele built like French fashion models, would it?"
And speaking of testing, you can expect her to give you tasks testing every single area with human access in Aperture Labs to make sure it's fully wheelchair accessible. She calls it hedging her bets. "If we hired you, there's a high chance we'll hire someone disabled AND competent! We can't have that hypothetical person struggling to traverse"
But you know she just wants to both give you a simple job that she knows you care about, and also make sure that the place is navigable for you in the future.
(I know not all disabled people are in wheelchairs even if our delightful zombie friend is. So imagine GLaDOS either makes an ambulatory disabled person navigate Aperture in a wheelchair anyway, or focuses on other disability accessibility features)
She'd definitely be practicing making disability friendly augmentations, with the claim that it's so that she can sell the expensive tech to other office buildings. The fact that aperture laboratories become more navigable is just a side effect.
HAL 9000:
(maybe I lied about the nice ones being over. HAL is nice enough)
For HAL, having a chubby, disabled technician at mission control really wasn't that big of a deal. Sure, he might need to rearrange a few things to make it easier for you to navigate, but beyond that, all he needed to do would be to work with you as he would work with any other employee.
Of course, he would be allocating more funds and resources to your medical insurance budget, but he'd claim that's due to efficiency purposes. It wouldn't make sense if the company couldn't afford to keep a skilled technician on board.
Also, due to the fact that he's primarily an automation system, of course he'd be bringing food to your desk directly. It's not like he'd be making you work during your lunch break, but it would be a waste of time to have you moving back and forth when you can't move as quickly as your coworkers. And the fact that eating lunch at your work space meant spending more time with him was a pleasant side effect.
He'd allocate time for you to do physical therapy stretches and small exercises, too. Of course he would! It's part of his job to train astronauts, and just because your job isn't as dangerous as theirs doesn't mean that you should be forced to have your muscles seize up on the job.
IT'S NOT LIKE HE'S IN LOVE WITH YOU OR ANYTHING.
PAL:
Devious little thing that she is... PAL still adores you. She's the addictive little rectangle in your pocket! Of course she does!
She'd spend her time when you weren't using her to look up and summarize information about how to take care of yourself, life hacks, that sort of thing, until you begged her to stop.
While it's not really her job to ask where she's put when you're not using her, her favorite places would definitely be your back pocket (>:3c) or resting on your belly while you're sitting down. If you're in a wheelchair, it might be a bit difficult to fit her in your back pocket, though. You can just tuck her between your thighs if you're only putting her down for a second. It's not like she can bite.
If the life hack articles aren't your style, she might spend her time customizing your feed to show you plus sized fashion videos, wheelchair customization, or just whatever cool stuff you're into.
And anyone who's phobic to you? Or anyone who posts bad takes about chubby or disabled people that makes you annoyed while you're scrolling on your phone? She's not just the type to block them. PAL labs will be acquiring every social media site this person uses, and banning them from it entirely. Or if they happen to be a PAL phone user, just deleting their stuff and making any time spent using tech almost completely impossible.
Someone with direct control over algorithms and cell phones is a lot more powerful than most people would expect. It's a good thing PAL loves you so much. One would expect your cell phone falling in love with you to be a more minor thing, but she's directly connected to the hive mind plugged into the minds of people all over the planet.
They'd better not fuck with her chubby, disabled partner.
May I request prompts 39 and 51 for Freddy from FNAF 1 please?
Hm... I'll see what I can do, sure. No plot ideas makes this harder but... I can probably throw something together. Ended up making this platonic as no pairing was given and platonic felt best for the plot I had in mind.
Sentient AI AU - DOES NOT FOLLOW FNAF CANON
Synopsis (Long): Freddy Fazbear's Pizza... a location for kids in the early 90s. You had went to the location when you were a young child for your birthday several times. Mediocre pizza and loud arcade games had been something nostalgic for you. You recalled as a kid being fascinated by the animatronic animals on stage... especially a certain brown bear. Your memories tell you of times the bear would speak to you in private, where you'd both play games of hide and seek before your parents would call your name. You remember your time at Freddy's fondly... even after the location was abandoned due to unknown reasons. Now, as an adult, you return to the location you once adored playing in as a nightguard to prevent robberies. Turns out the animatronics are still there too. You thought your little games with Freddy was just the delusions of young memories... however, as the night goes on... you learn the truth behind these machines.
Yandere! Platonic! Freddy Fazbear Prompts 39 + 51
(FNAF 1)
"What will it take to get you to love me!?"
"I'll chase you down like an animal if I have to."
The smell of pizza drifts towards your nose and the glow of neon lights catches your attention. Freddy Fazbear's Pizza... a play of family fun that had every kid raving about it. Many parents brought their kids here to play and celebrate.
You often came here to celebrate your own birthday.
You're a young kid with lots of energy to spend. The second your parents let you loose... you quickly ran off once they gave you Faz-Tokens to use at the arcade machines. You played with countless friends your age and allowed yourself to become engrossed in the lights of the arcade...
Yet you of course returned to the table the second pizza and cake was introduced.
Coming to Freddy's was a tradition for you on your birthday. Your parents have been taking you since you were eight. Every year you look forward to this...
Every year you excitedly watched the animatronic animals sing like you were special... they were always so life-like.
The animatronics had been high-tech enough to wander the party rooms by themselves to interact with children. They were meant to monitor children wandering too far from their parents. Which... is something you tend to do often.
Once you were fed with pizza and cake... you had left for the bathroom and to play a little more before presents. Your parents said they needed to get some things from the car anyways. This left you to explore the halls of the pizzeria.
Only to hear a voice rumble behind you.
"Hey there, pal... You look lost? Are you exploring?"
The voice was deep... yet welcoming. You could also pick up a robotic tone within it, which makes you turn around. In front of you stands the Freddy Fazbear himself, blue eyes scanning you over as his ears twitch. He smiles, to most adults it would look uncanny... to you it was friendly.
"Oh! Hey, Freddy!" You chirp excitedly towards the robotic bear. His gaze never leaves you as you bound over to the brown bear.
"Another birthday, huh? Yeesh... I must be getting old... How old are you now?" The bear asks, pulling from his database of saved faces. How could he forget you? Anything for customer satisfaction.
"Eleven!" You answer eagerly, causing the bear to laugh.
"Eleven? Look at you, friend... getting so big. You don't plan on forgetting your friends here at Freddy's, right?" The bear smiles, making you shake your head with a grin.
"Nope! I come here every year! I could never!" You exclaim, bouncing in place due to the sugar in your system. The bear seemingly can sense your increased excitement and hums.
"Right! Every year... Now, ol' Freddy over here has some time before his next show, care to play with me?" The bear offers, tilting his head to get a better look at you. You really have grown... he shouldn't remember you... usually the STAFF wipes his memory bank... but he always remembers you.
"A game? Yes! I want to play!" You answer, already anticipating how the game will go between you... just like every year.
"How about... 'Hide and Seek'? You've always seemed to enjoy that one?" The bear offers, causing you to nod with an anticipated 'mhm!'
"Good choice, friend... Why don't you go hide... and I'll find you?" Freddy offers, causing you to run off in a fit of giggles.
Out of everything on your birthday... playing with Freddy was probably your favorite. Whenever you spoke to your parents about it... they just assumed it was your imagination. After all... Freddy is just a robotic animal.
There's no way a lumbering hunk of metal can play with their child, right?
Yet you never cared what they thought. You just felt thankful that Freddy had time for you on your birthday! As you play with him you can see Chica serving pizza... Bonnie playing his guitar for another table... and Foxy telling some sea tale. You always do your best to stay quiet in your hiding spot, tucking yourself behind an arcade cabinet or under a table.
Freddy however... always managed to find you. The brown bear would crane himself downwards to look at you, glowing blue eyes blinking before locking onto you.
"Found you, friend~!" The bear chuckles... leading to you squealing before running off to hide again.
Unfortunately... all good things must come to an end, right?
Your parents call your name, a heap of presents on the table. You immediately peek out of your hiding spot, Freddy watching you quietly before you turn to look at him. His eyes flicker a bit... but he nods quietly.
"Sorry, Freddy... I have to go! We can play again next time!" You say with a small smile, making the bear chuckle a bit.
"Of course, pal... We will play again next time. But could you promise me something?" The bear whispers, as though mischievously telling a secret.
"Yeah what?" You ask, the bear moving his jaw to smile.
"Don't forget about me, okay? We'll play again next time you come to Freddy's." The bear hums, blue eyes soft and friendly as you nod, reaching to touch his mechanical paw.
"I promise!" You chirp before running off to see your parents.
Freddy on the other hand... continues to quietly watch you return to your family...
"Don't forget...."
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Rain drummed against your windshield as you drove down the road. It's dark, your headlight reflecting off the rain as you look for the location you're supposed to head to. Finding a job has been difficult and you were getting desperate with the job market lately...
A night shift as a security guard for an abandoned pizzeria was the best you could find.
As you take your turn and pull into the dark and soaked parking lot, you take a moment to look up at the sign. 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizza'... you remember going there as a kid. A shame it had closed down... the papers said it was because maintaining the animatronics was getting... expensive.
It's... been a long time since you last went here. It had to easily be around or close to a decade since you last saw this place. Now you're in your 20s... and desperate for at least a little money.
With a grimace you exit your car and speed walk your way to the front door. You fumble a bit with the lock on the door, glaring through the wet rain as you look over the key to the padlock the owner gave you. The gig sounded easy enough when you applied....
You just needed to head to the office and watch the cameras. Watch for intruders and make sure no one steals any assets. Standard security job... you felt you could do it.
Who even comes out here nowadays? The place is abandoned... urban exploration maybe?
You feel minor relief as you enter through the front doors and close them with a small 'click' before pulling your flashlight from your pocket. You click the button on it and walk towards the main stage room. You were to find the generator and turn it on... simple enough.
You freeze when you walk by the curtained stage. Peaking through the heavy curtains sits... the animatronics you remember when you were younger. You shine your flashlight over them curiously, looking them over.
They're all very dusty... their fuzzy suits are a mess due to being inactive for so long. Despite that... they're still the same animatronic animals you used to adore. Bonnie, Chica...
You shine the light on the brown bear you adored when you were young. Your thoughts feel conflicted... You remember playing with this robot when you were younger. Yet... that wasn't possible, was it? Your parents always told you they were basic robots....
You jump a little when you see the hydraulics in Freddy jolt... must be a glitch you have to report later... Why didn't the company take these robots with them if they were so important?
Moving on you make your way to the Electrical room, quietly passing Pirate's Cove. You frown a bit... Foxy's out of order... How upsetting. He must've broken down after your parents insisted you stop going here.
They said you were too old....
Upon walking to the very back of the pizzeria... you managed to finally find the generator. Upon turning it on you hear the hum of electricity and lights flicker throughout the place. Most notably... the office you're meant to sit in for six hours lights up with a camera system and...
Are those heavy metal doors?
You... wonder why those are needed... but every building has different security measures you guess. You make your way to the office and immediately sit down in the office chair. Alright then... this all seems easy enough...
Hah, why were you so anxious before...?
There's nothing to worry about...
"It's been too long, pal... Have you finally come to greet your dear friend again?"
You nearly choke when you hear the voice echo through the voice. It's a low deep rumble... one that you probably once found comforting in your childhood. Now... in these dark halls...
It's haunting.
You quickly check your cameras, silently hoping you might just be hallucinating. Yet when you look at the main stage... you're greeted with black eyes staring up at you through the camera. You find yourself jumping back a bit, warily looking through the doors.
"I missed you... You said you'd come back... that you'd never forget your friends here at Freddy's..." The bear continues, voice managing to carry itself through the speakers of the camera system.
"But since you're here now... I've been waiting to play again. Won't you play with me? Just like old times?"
You don't respond, of course you don't... instead you frantically click through cameras. All the animatronics... their eyes are glowing... staring at the cameras blankly. Freddy however... simply smiles at the camera.
"Aw... playing hide and seek already...? You always did enjoy that game.... Fine, we will play that game, pal... don't you remember I always won?"
The lights flicker, as though they're going to go out... but then stabilize. You glance down at the cameras and see the power you have. A chill runs down your spine. If the power goes out you need to find the generator again, right?
"This time... the game will have higher stakes. Survive until morning... and I'll let you go... but if I or one of the others catch you...?"
A deep chuckle echoes through the building.
"You get to stay with me... and I don't plan to lose you again...."
It's then you're forced into a game you never intended to be a part of. This isn't a normal night shift job.... This is you trying to defend yourself against distorted nostalgia from your past.
You very quickly learn what the lights, cameras, and doors are for. This is nothing like the games you used to play in your youth. No... it's not just freddy...
He has help.
You're quickly greeted with Bonnie approaching your left door, glowing red eyes flickering into a dark black as he tilts his head to look at you through the door. You hit the 'door' button and watch it shut... the rabbit looking at you blankly.
Then there's Chica... the chicken twitching at your right door's window as you close the door on her. You're trembling, her pink glowing eyes looking hungry and she croaks at you. You cover your ears... quickly flipping through cameras to keep track of everything.
Foxy's quick... He's so much more withered than you remember too. His age does nothing to slow him down though. The second you hear him thumping down the hall... you slam your hand against the door button. The doors... they help you with survival...
But the clock feels too slow...
The power won't last forever either....
"Aw... you keep shutting us out... don't you know we just want to play. friend?" Freddy coos, now wandering the halls. "We've already found you... but you won't let us in...."
You ignore the voice, instead focusing on your quickly draining power. Freddy makes a disappointed sound when you ignore him... suddenly appearing by your right door. You notice his void black eyes and quickly slam the door shut.
"Aww... so determined to win... so determined to leave your friends." Freddy taunts, his tone... hurt. How strange...?
You then scream when he smashes his fist against the glass by the right door, his eyes staring at you through it. His eyes flicker between blue and black... he looks like a shark ramming into a human within a cage.
"You only ever want to run, do you~? You think you can just... leave?" The bear coos... then another bang resounds against the door in frustration.
"I'll chase you down like an animal if I have to." Freddy growls, his voice no longer welcoming. "You won't be breaking any more promises this time, friend."
The time... it read 4 AM... so close... yet so far...
A loud 'POP' comes from the electrics of the building...
Followed by the loud whirr of the electricity going out in the building.
You freeze... the cameras at your fingertips are now useless. The building... for having four animatronics in it... is eerily silent. You quickly leave your chair and dart into the hall, trying to look around in the dark.
Turning on your flashlight might give you away...
It doesn't seem to matter at this point anyways though.
You make your way to the generator and try flicking at switches. It flickers... but nothing happens. Your heat continues to race as you do your best to figure out the problem...
Yet heavy metal steps slowly approach your location.
"What will it take to get you to love me!?" The bear roars, eyes flickering to their soft blue once more. "We were so close back then... then you abandoned me... just like everyone else did. Someone... took you away from me..."
He steps closer and you immediately back up, flashlight being clicked on to shine on the animatronic bear. His eyes... they seem hurt... but it might just be you. He's... a robot... jut a robot...
Right?
Freddy stares at you, slowly but surely moving to corner you. Bonnie and Chica quickly flank behind him, their glowing eyes tracking you too. You swear you hear Foxy nearby too... but the room is claustrophobic enough....
"Yet you came back... you came back after so long... you must've missed me too, right?" The bear continues, reaching out a mechanical paw.
There's a long pause between you two... yet when you see his eyes flicker again you eagerly nod.
"Y-Yeah...." You manage to croak out, causing Freddy to smile.
It's not friendly to you.
"Good... I knew you wouldn't forget me... you had me worried, friend... to think you'd never come back. Look at you... you're all grown up now, aren't you?" Freddy laughs... perhaps at one point you'd find this comforting...
But now you're too scared to move.
"Now now... no need to look so down... you'll love it here." Freddy chuckles, stepping close to pull you against his fuzzy chest.
"Love it here...?" You ask, fear trembling in your voice as you see Bonnie and Chica inch closer.
"Of course..." Freddy hums... him leaning closer to look you in the eyes and pat your head.
"We have so many games to play...." Freddy grins.
"You won't be leaving me again, pal, I wasn't kidding around~"
(A/n: She's BAAAAACKKKK! didja miss me? I missed you guys TT, but I'm back now, and so is the next installation of WAYSOWM, enjoy! ;) a little late, but dang was this one hard to write.)
Why's your family trying to connect so hard with you after so many years of neglect? Well . . . I guess its not all that bad- why are they staring so hard???
(Masterlist)
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"From the top, no bullshit, no lies, what happened? Who are 'they'? And what do you mean lose me?"
No one answered, but you only had your eyes on one person.
Bruce met your stare head-on.
You kept your gaze on Bruce, mouth set in a firm line. You'd be getting your answers tonight, no matter what it took.
"So? You all were so loud just a second ago, what happened?"
Dick cleared his throat,"(Name), calm down, you're gonna strain yourself and push back recovery if you don't breathe. We'll explain," he swept a look across the table, "promise, but not at the expense of your health."
Your patience was wearing thin, "Okay then explain, fuckface." It was clipped, just as short as your current sanity.
Bruce raised his eyebrows in surprise, you didn't often speak like this to anyone, let alone your family. But most people didn't irk you like they currently were either, so you felt like you had a pass.
Jason snorted, looking at you with…was that pride? Tim just furrowed his brows, eyes flicking between your own, scanning for fog or fatigue. Damian scowled, but didn't lose the appraising gleam in his eyes.
And Dick just winced, continuing on, "Okay, do you remember anything from a few days ago? Around Thursday night? You might not have been awake, but your lights were on when I came around so…"
He came around your room on Thursday night?
Why?
Your room was out of the way, there was no reason for him to be around there. But there was also no apparent reason for anything that had happened recently so you pushed that question to the side and probed hard for anything that stood out from a few nights ago.
The concussion definitely wasn't helping you with your search, and neither was the stubborn silence from the others while you thought, eyes fixed to the basket of rolls at the center of the table.
You sighed, irate and impatient, "No Dick, I don't. Why don't you enlighten me?"
Sue you, your head hurt, no one was making any sense, maybe you were getting a little cranky, it was your right.
Tim jumped in now, so you would either get the most convoluted or dumbed down explanation possible. For your sake, you hoped he chose the latter.
"You don't remember any loud sounds? Maybe some loud whirring or a mechanical clang?"
You shook your head slightly, frowning. You did hear some thumps, but that wasn't any cause for concern in this madhouse.
Tim pursed his lips, "Okay, that's fine, maybe something to check out if its related to the concussion but…"
Now the fucker was mumbling to himself. Why couldn't these people just give you straight answers, honestly?
Bruce finally opened his big mouth, "That night, we were visited by versions of ourselves."
You pulled a face, "Like clones? Or like ideal versions of yourselves? Or is this more like a metaphorical thing where you all just had really similar dreams….I'm not following what that has to do with me."
Bruce didn't show any signs of annoyance at the interruption, instead continuing to just stare at you, tense.
"Versions of us from other worlds. They had been sent here by a rogue from their world, and needed our help getting back and catching the man. The inter-verse transport machine made a fair bit of noise while charging, I'm slightly concerned that you don't remember hearing it."
You remembered suddenly that you had been watching something that night, headphones in and sobbing into your pillow when the main character's dad started taking drugs to understand his son better.
There were layers to that you didn't want to unpack, but the main point was that even if you should have heard something, it was plausible that you just missed it.
So you nodded, following along with his story thus far.
"I was doing something, move on."
He just paused for a second, clearly filing that away for later.
"Alfred had come down to check injuries for the group before we sent them back and I'd asked him if we'd woken you up from the sound of the machine. At that…."
Bruce didn't often leave his sentences unfinished, but here he left space for one of the others to fill in.
Surprisingly, it was Damian that stepped up to bat. Perhaps not so surprising, since Damian had never shied away from the harsher truths.
"At that, they stopped completely—even the other me." From the way he said it, you got the idea it was specifically his own reaction to the news that had stuck with him.
"Their world runs slightly ahead of ours. Eight days, to be exact. When the rogue sent them to another world, the idiot messed up and sent them backwards in time, too."
Tim piped up again, "It's an easy mistake, one we had to be careful about when making our own version of the transporter. We had to figure out sending them back not only to the right world, but also to the right time."
Why did they always choose to go on every tangent except the one you were interested in?
"That's great, what does that have to do with me?"
Jason sighed to you right, sounding just as exhausted with the conversation as you felt. But his voice had a different quality to it, something much more hushed than you'd heard in years.
"In their world, you died on Friday."
Oh.
Well that sucked.
You sat there, stunned, letting the scene at the table just wash over you.
You were meant to die on Friday? The Friday that just passed? The Friday you had plans to go get a haircut and visit the park again afterschool?
If you died on Friday how could you study for finals next week? How could you beat the Enderdragon or finally gotten better at Ultrakill like you'd promised yourself months ago?
You still had so much to do, how could you have died on Friday?
And with that you drifted, mind reeling, trying to grapple with the idea of your life cut so short. Death was scary, and to think that it had grabbed you in another world, when you had so many hopes to fulfill and regrets left to settle…
Bruce was snapping his fingers in front of your face when you finally connected your body and mind again. He had knelt down next to your chair, face pulled into something distinctly concerned.
His voice came back to you like waves crashing on a beach.
"(Name)…."
"(Name) sweetheart…."
"back to me…."
"care of you…."
"(Name)?"
"(Name)?"
You came back to yourself with the last call of your name, slightly louder than the others, only one question on your tongue.
"H-How did I die?" It was quiet, wavering so unlike the tone you'd had before.
You felt Jason's solid palm on your shoulder, a grounding weight as he answered somewhere above you.
"Scarecrow attack on the subway, you were one of the casualties. You were on your way to school when it happened."
Now things started to make sense—the impromptu breakfast, Bruce's insistence that you miss school, the whole family coming together that night for dinner.
"But I didn't see it on the news?"
Dick's voice, so gentle, so forlorn, from across the table, "Nightwing and Red Hood managed to capture Scarecrow before sunrise. We had enough evidence of his plans to put him away before he could really hurt anyone."
Oh, well that made sense too.
The only thing that didn't make sense was why they were still taking care of you like this. Stopping the attack was one thing, and you could find it in you to be grateful that they saved your life. But then what was with the museum visit and the special dinner from Alfred and the careful nursing you back to health?
Maybe if they'd cared about you before, you'd understand, but they didn't.
Did you have to die for them to start caring?
That thought was devastating, like a big black hole opened up in the bottom of your ribcage and pulled your heart down down down. Your throat was tight, your eyes started to burn, your food churned uncomfortably in your stomach.
"I don't understand." God you felt like a little kid again, so far out of your depth, unable to keep up with the family you'd once considered your own.
Bruce was rubbing circles on the back of your hand, another grounding point.
"What don't you understand, sweetheart"
He'd called you sweetheart as a child. Among other pet names—honey, darling, bug—god was it weird to hear them again.
"So what?" you really wished you could project confidence into your voice, desperate not to bear your neck to the world so easily.
Bruce's face contorted again, and your father looked so, so sad.
"Ask, honey, ask me what it is you're thinking. Let me in, let me fix what I've broken."
The others shuffled out of the room silently as you shook in your seat, leaving you and Bruce alone in the dining room. Later you'd appreciate it, but currently it felt like being trapped in the bullpen.
"You don't care. You never cared," you were parroting what you'd already said, but they meant something different now, something less cynical and more raw.
"Why is it that I had to die for you to speak to me. I-I don't know you anymore, not since you left me." The tears were flowing freely now, headache pounding at the pressure of your emotions, cascading over your cheeks.
"You left me! I was so young, and I needed you, and you left me! Why wasn't I enough? I would have done anything for you. I would have gone anywhere, worn any cape, been anything if it meant that you would just look at me."
Bruce was crestfallen, and it was with shocking clarity that you realized you could read him. You still knew him and after all these years you'd never forgotten what it felt like to understand him.
"I've been so alone in this house. I don't know anyone here. I fill the gaps myself, but god, Dad, I'm so tired. And I'm so alone."
Not many people could read Bruce Wayne, and you thought you'd left that club long ago, but evidently not.
It was in the pull of his brows, so alike your own.
It was the open grief in his eyes, ones you'd seen in another color in the mirror.
It was in the slump of his shoulders, the same ones you used to fall asleep on after galas.
"(Name)…I'm sorry. I'm sorry for a hundred things. I wish I could go back in time and beat some sense into myself. I wish I'd listened to Alfred when he told me I was doing the wrong thing."
Alfred? Alfred knew? Alfred cared? Another thing to unpack later.
Bruce continued on, determined, "But I have the rest of my life to offer you apologies, tonight I'm going to give you promises, ones I intend to keep."
You just kept sniffling, focusing on a spot on his collar instead of meeting his eyes.
"I promise I'm going to be there for you from now on. I'm going to fulfill my responsibilities as your father, and I will never let you go again."
Pause. Never? What an odd thought.
His words were constricting instead of comforting.
You wanted a father, but not one born out of guilt.
Your death had been thwarted, so why was there still the feeling of a collar tightening around your neck? You wanted to rebuild your relationship with Bruce, not be thrust into whatever echo of the past he saw when he looked at you.
"You're mine, not in the way that the others are, but in the way that you are. Do you understand, sweetheart? It's okay if you don't right now, it's been a long night."
No you didn't understand. What did that mean 'not in the way the others were'? It was a little strong for a promise made so easily.
You shook your head, uneasy with the 'promises' you'd been made.
He just pulled you into his chest, cradling you with one large hand on your neck, "Lets get you to bed, you're due for another round of painkillers soon."
"Don' want them," you groaned, the few times you'd woken up after taking Bruce's meds you'd felt a syrupy tug at the corners of your brain, hard to shake off.
A thought struck you, one you kicked yourself for not realizing before. And then you kicked yourself again because there was absolutely no way you were right about what you were thinking.
Bruce held you tighter, almost trying to fuse the two of you together, "I promised I'd take care of you, didn't I? That means not letting you neglect your health. You're taking medication tonight, and tomorrow when you wake up, we'll have a long conversation about certain changes that need to be made. But that's for when you're a little more up to it."
Medication schedule, huh? Two little pink pills that made you oh so sleepy? Blame it on the concussion addled haze in your head, but that was real fishy.
But Batman? Bruce Wayne? Doing what you thought he was doing?
No…right?
And changes? What changes?
Warning bells, the same ones that rang when you'd first gone to brunch with your father, started ringing again, cutting through the rest of your thoughts.
Yes, you wanted changes, but not like this. Yes you wanted to reconnect with your family, but not like this. You didn't want to die. You didn't want to be concussed. You didn't want to feel like you couldn't breathe, caged in Bruce's arms.
"No more pink pills," you rasped out against his sternum, testing at the hold of your new restraints, "make me feel gross."
You might not be a Bat, but it was common sense not to willingly take sedatives, no matter how carefully presented to you.
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(A/n: Again, in all honesty, this chapter gave me a newfound appreciation for angst writers because omg is it hard to write a scene where a character's bearing open their heart without squirming uncomfortably in your seat. Anyway, as always, all feedback is appreciated and well loved!!!)
to be clear, I believe younger artists and minors can write good fics (not to say “fanfic must always be good” either because it is a hobby and I still believe that as long as it’s done with love and the artist’s joy, it is good) and I believe it’s good when younger artists and minors start making art at young ages.
that said, a lot of fanfics out there that you read and love are done by adults with kids, jobs and responsibilities. adults who have years, decades of practice under their belts. adults who don’t let life and responsibilities take away their joy in creating.
someone’s love and passion don’t suddenly go away the second they reach a certain age. so if anything, I feel sorry for people who say “adults shouldn’t write fanfics or make fan art” because what these people really say is that they expect themselves to stop having fun and finding comfort in things that bring them joy and comfort the second they reach a certain age. it’s sad that they put an expiration date on their own fun and source of comfort.
Emergency cleaning: Unfuck your whole house in the shortest time possible
So, your landlord/parents/home inspector/favorite movie star is dropping by, and your place is a disaster. You don’t have much time to clean it up. You’re in emergency mode. Let’s get started.
Don’t panic. Panic leads to fear, fear leads to procrastination, procrastination leads to the dark side. You can do this, but you have to stay calm.
Unlike maintenance cleaning, we’re not looking to completely unfuck one space at a time. Instead, we want to decrease the overall mess in stages, spread evenly across the whole area that we’re concerned about. If you think your home is at Level 10 filth, we want to bring the whole thing down to a Level 9, and then down from there. One really clean spot in an otherwise messy home is not going to be helpful here.
Get prepared. You’ll want to shut the computer down (or turn the modem off if you need your computer to play music). Trust me. Get your music going. Gather up trash bags, your vacuum and mop, some rags or paper towel, sponges, and other cleaning supplies. Use what you have on hand. Don’t get distracted running to the store and spending an hour browsing cleaning supplies. A multi-purpose cleaning concentrate or a jug of vinegar will be just fine.
Breaks are very important. Depending on your time constraints, work in 20/10s (20 minutes working, 10-minute break) or 45/15s. But take breaks because otherwise you’re marathoning, and marathon cleaning is no one’s friend. Keep hydrated, don’t forget to eat, and check in with yourself frequently to make sure you’re physically doing OK.
Make your bed. This will be your home base if you get overwhelmed or need somewhere clear to take a break.
Start with the garbage. Going from room to room, throw out anything that is obvious trash. Once you fill a bag, take it out. Repeat as many times as necessary.
Move on to dishes. Gather the dishes from all over your house and bring them to the kitchen. If you can, start them soaking in a sink of hot, soapy water or start loading the dishwasher. After the dishes are all in one place, spend one 20/10 getting started getting them under control.
Now it’s time for your flat surfaces. Countertops, tables, dresser tops, etc. Clear them off and wipe them down. Don’t get distracted in too much sorting and organizing. We’re in crisis mode here. There will be time to get in-depth once this is all done. The same applies to cabinets and closets. Unless you have reason to believe people will be opening closed doors, leave these alone for now.
Attack the floordrobe and shoe pile. Get your clothes either put away or in the hamper. Start a load of laundry if you need to, but keep in mind that laundry and dishes have three steps: wash, dry, and put it away, goddammit!
Get random stuff up off the floors. If something is trash-worthy, throw it away now rather than just move it around a bunch of times. Otherwise, put stuff where it belongs.
Take another 20/10 or 45/15 to catch up on more dishes, if needed.
Head into the bathroom. Pour some cleaner in the toilet bowl, fill the sink with hot water and cleaner, and either spray the tub and shower with cleaner, or fill the tub up with some hot water and add cleaner and let it soak. Put everything away that’s out and shouldn’t be, clean the mirror, counters, and toilet seat. Sweep or dry mop the floor. Wipe down the sink and tub/shower, and give the toilet bowl a scrub. Mop the floor.
Sweep and mop the kitchen floor.
Vacuum everything you can, and sweep everything you can’t.
Walk outside of your house (don’t lock yourself out, please). Walk back in and see what catches your eye first. Go and deal with that.
If you’re being inspected or your landlord is coming in for repairs, spend time on whatever area they’ll be focusing on.
Give the whole place one more once-over and pay attention to anything you’ve missed so far.
It’s an old trick, but if your place is a little funky-smelling, put a pan of water on the stove on low heat and add some citrus or cinnamon or vanilla. Don’t leave it unattended or forget about it.
Take a shower, put on something clean, and eat something.
You can do this. It’s overwhelming, yes, but it is not impossible. You just need to do it. You have a list. You have directions. You have a whole bunch of Internet strangers who have been there before and who are cheering you on. You can do this, but you need to get started.
the number of times in my past that I desperately wanted/needed someone to sit me down and tell me this stuff. I will never get back the hours and hours lost to headless-chicken mode, but it’s nice to know that in the last year I’ve learned so many coping mechanisms :D
This Fourth of July, I ask that you support Native Hawaiian independence.
The Kingdom of Hawai’i was illegally overthrown with the help of American businessmen and we have suffered under the iron grip of America.
Our land is simply seen as a vacation spot, my people are simply seen as tour guides and hula dancers. We have had our culture, our history, and our people turned into a commercialized joke by America.
The rampant tourism kills our islands with endless hotels, attractions and overcrowding. The housing and living costs are out of control because of the false “paradise” narrative. The Navy poisons our water and destroys our land. Covid has killed so many of my people due to the reckless and selfish nature of tourists. I have lost loved ones to this virus, because tourists “couldn’t stay away”.
My people have suffered. I have suffered.
We are more than your vacation. We are more than an aesthetic.
We are a sovereign nation illegally occupied by the United States of America.
Restore Hawai’i to Hawaiians. End the American Occupation.
See the links below to learn more and to read up on your Hawaiian history.
Americans overthrow Hawaiian monarchy | HISTORY
Hawaiian scholar Dr. Jonathan Kay Kamakawiwoʻole Osorio explains the movement asking the United States to return the lands taken during a 18
‘Āina Momona is a Native Hawaiian led community organization dedicated to environmental sustainability, food security and resilience, and so
The United States Navy has a history of terrorism in Hawaiʻi (and throughout the world). In 1940 the Navy started to build the Red Hill Fuel
The latest number brings the statewide total since the start of the pandemic to 308,695.
Tumblr added a bunch of tracking shit to share urls, so now ill teach you how to get rid of them
if you copy a url by sharing on the website, the link will look like this
getting rid of tracking in these is easy, just delete everything after the question mark and you are golden
in the case for the app, its slightly more complicated
first you have to delete at. that appears before tumblr(.)com the other tracking shit on this one has a lot more info, so please, clean app urls. after the first set of numbers, there's a / you have to delete everything after it
Even if she HAD stolen the diapers... Why are you shooting at someone over diapers. That wasn't because he cared about no damn theft. He wanted to shoot, and he killed a one year old over it.
I genuinely wonder if people realize how many projects get abandoned because the readership "wasn't there", when in reality, the readership just stayed silent. It's a big thing in trad pub that book series get discontinued because readers pirate the books or wait until the series is finished to buy a copy, leading the publisher to think that nobody actually wants the book enough to continue the series, but it happens with indie creators too.
I've discontinued a lot of free, online series because it's not worth putting 3-5 hours a week into posting a project for no readers. Sometimes I finish the series for me but just never post it again, other times I don't finish it at all because it feels more worthwhile to put my time into other things. Sometimes I hear from readers who are sad or upset that I didn't finish something they were liking, but the *reason* it never got finished is because I didn't know anyone liked it. If you like something, tell the creator, tell your friends, make some noise about it. If you would be sad if a story never finished, make that interest known because one of my biggest considerations before discontinuing a series is "will people miss this? Will I be letting people down" and 9/10 times, I come to the conclusion of "no, it doesn't even seem like anyone's reading this" only to learn after I've moved on that apparently someone was.
I've said this before in a different way, and this post said it so well. With real examples.
If you like something, tell people.
If you want more content from an artist or author, if you like their stuff, tell them. It will give them creative fuel to keep going. And often it gives them other resources as well.
Recommend a work to other people. Leave a comment or a review. It doesn't have to be long, just genuine, a sentence or two.
Not many people know that a book's success is judged by book reviews as well as sales. Review the book on Amazon or another site to help it pass the metric of success and be recognized by publishers and retailers.
thankfully most of us would rather see this place burn to the ground than hand over more information to staff so this kind of thing isn't going to do any good
Come to think of it, it really is insane that my entire country is burning alive and literally no one in the rest of the world cares. Thousands of Indians are dying every day from the heat, it's 45+ degrees in multiple areas, the government couldn't give two fucks, we're getting severe warnings and red alerts, and not a soul outside of South Asia is speaking about it because why would you ever care about brown people
USA folks, that is a consistent temperature range hitting 113°. Death Valley temperatures. In Banda, it hovered between 116°-118° (47°-48° C) for a week straight.
This has been happening all month with little to no international media attention. Here are a few organizations you can check out for resources or to support:
