°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Hi! None of these are mine! Just some script template makers I’ve found and wanted to list since I have trouble remembering names! (All credits go to the scripts creators <3 these are link to their linktrees/carrds!) if anyone in this list wants to be taken off of it just comment and I will! I’ll probably update this as time goes on :3
iluvchwr1
rosalinescript
minksbratszn
mxxnull
shiftingwithcaz
aero.shifting
theshiftingzone … (no longer available, sadly)
shiftingwithmb
h.shifts
📜 lmk if there’s anyone who should be added/removed. I want to respect and follow other’s boundaries the best I can :)
David and Angel’s child thought their parent’s name were “davey” and “Angel” because that’s all they call each other.
Asher’s child’s first words was be “baaabe”
The first action Gavin’s baby did was to wink.
Sam and Darlin’s kid is goated af cause they know how to kick ass and heal wounds.
Lovely tries try to teach their kid energetic magic.
Damien and Huxley’s kid loves camping because it reminds him of his Dads.
Sweetie’s kid isn’t afraid of anything. Absolutely nothing. They say the glowing pair of red eyes that follow them everywhere are actually their family.
Blake’s kid is seer obscura.
Sam’s kid and Huxley’s kids will have a friends to lovers relationship.
Milo’s kid can only sleep when they cuddle Aggro.Also they can skate cause they’re cool like that.
Elliot creates the most elaborate dreamscapes for his and Aaron’s kids where they are superhero’s and faeries and absolutely anything their heart desires.
Freelancer’s, David’s and Damien’s kids all play together and are friends with Caelum .
Guy’s kid is a chatterbox and a theatre kid. They also ate sand growing up.
The child that ended up in Alexis’s care grew up become and human doctor and married Guy’s kid.
Lasko’s kid absolutely loves to tag along with him or Dear to DAMN whenever they can.
Vincent’s kid has very expensive taste and is almost too well mannered for their age.
Chronically Online!Yandere had seen this trend that couples were doing all around TikTok. A cute little idea where they’d text each other random updates on their day to see what they say in response. He was way too giddy to try the trend out with you. But instead of texting you updates on his day, he wanted to text you updates on your day!
Unknown Number: “Good Morning! I know you woke up a little earlier than your usual alarm, but that’s ok! It’ll be a good day
“Uh, I think you have the wrong number.”
Unknown Number: “You’re eating some toast for breakfast but maybe you should add some fruit too so you aren’t hungry before lunch.”
“Who is this???”
Creep: “Your drive to work was pretty long but morning traffic be like that sometimes. At least you got some great music taste.”
“If this is some kinda prank, it’s not funny.”
Creep: “Stopping at the grocery store after work is smart. You don’t have much food left in your fridge.”
“How the hell have you seen the inside of my fridge?!”
Stalker: “What you’re cooking smells amazing. Dinner should be done soon and then you can relax.”
“W-what?? Seriously, if you don’t stop I’m gonna call the police!!”
Stalker (Dangerous!!!): “Someone’s knocking on the door. Better open up, darling.”
Chronically Online!Yandere has to stifle his giggling on the other side of the door, waiting for you to open up. All day your responses have been so teasing and adorable. He couldn’t wait to see the look on your face when you saw that it was him, unable to wait any longer to finally be with you.
He owed it all to the sweet TikTok trend. When it popped up on his fyp he knew it was fate the trend had come to him. And boy is he happy it did. Who knew searching up cute couple videos would lead to this?
Warnings: Neglect, mention of torture/ abuse. This story will be mainly on Y/N and Damian pov. Dami is a cutie in this btw.
Dark. That's the only word that could be used to describe the room where the girl was. With hands bound on top of her head, shoulders aching from the uncomfortable position. Her eyes being covered by the white streaks of her hair, not that she could actually see something with all that dark surrounding her. Chest heaving with pain and a blood string coming out of her nose. Outside, as if to mock her misery, the sun shined bright. Everyone went on with their lives, while her own kept disappearing before her eyes.
“Y/N Wayne. Who is she?”- The question hung heavy in the room.
Bruce's jaw clenched hard, not expecting to hear the name of his first born come out of the youngest mouth. It's been a few days since Damian stumbled upon the furthest room in the manor, he was bored and it didn't seem a bad idea to explore the manor that would be his one day. The room was empty, except for a few drawings and the clear signs of Alfred's care. He stared at the drawings with a careful gaze mostly unfinished, much to his dismay, and searching further in the room, he found a small notebook. Too shabby to be a diary and yet too used to be unimportant.
“Joker is out again, so dad won't be on my birthday. I dont think he even remember it to began with”
The words were too mature to belong to a child, but also the trembling letters said otherwise.
“Today Papa yelled at me. It was like the man who killed mom, my chest hurts, but Alfred said papa didn't mean it, he was just too tired because of his duties. He must be right, even if he yelled, Dad would never be mean to me. He is a hero after all.”
“Jay and I made a sleepover just for the two of us, it was good.”
“Jay is dead. I don't know what to do”
“I’m alone. I want to go where I can find mom and Jay again.”
“Me and Bruce had a huge fight today. He will send me away. Dick did nothing to dissuade Bruce's decision, I have no one. I should go see Jay one last time.”
Damian didn't know how to feel. He had a sister, one that nobody in the mansion had to bother to tell him. Does she also not know of his existence? Or she simply didn't want contact? Hell, is she even alive? He knows nothing, but soon he will. Damian is never the one to back down from something when he gets it in his head and that's exactly what he is doing now. Confronting people has never been a problem to him, even more if the said person is his father.
“Y/N… She is your sister.”- Bruce said after what felt like an eternity. The dinner Alfred had prepared, now, tasting bitter in his mouth.
“You sent her away. Where?”
As if the vibes of the dinner weren't already dull, the teen kept questioning. Now the rest of his siblings are carefully eyeing the exchange, though Jason seemed eerily quiet after having heard his sister's name.
“Master Damian, im afraid right no-”
“No, it must be now. Why do I have a sister I never knew existed?”- He interrupted the butler with some urgency.- “Why would father send her away in such a delicate moment?”
By now, Bruce already knew his son had read Y/N diary,with himself having read his daughter's words to the point he seemed to have them tattooed on his mind. He knew he was in the wrong for driving his child away, but all his attempts of reconciliation have been met with the wall standing between them. She doesn't answer him anymore, none of them. He tried going there, calling, texting, hell he even sent letter’s, but never got an answer.
“Damian, I don't want to talk about it-”
“Does she even know Todd is alive?”- The next question came as an arrow, not only on his father's chest but also on Jason, who without a single word got up and left the manor.
“Dami, please. Not now.”- Being Dick the one to intervene this time, the melancholic look in his eyes was enough to shut the youngest.
Even so, everyone on the table knew this wasn't the end of it. Her presence still remained in the manor, even if it didn't shout to be heard, even if their father tried to keep it under the rug.
Out of the mansion, Jason mind kept reminding him of the twelve year old you. His steps were automatic, not really knowing where his body was taking him.
“Always by my side, right Jay?”
“Always pipsqueak.”
A broken promise. Not by will, but by circumstances. He can't help but feel bad, after all you only had him. Bruce and Dick relationship wasn't the same, their older brother barely being at home now. And despite Alfred's care, the old man still manages the whole mansion as well as the other family activities, it is not like he had all the free time in the world. The thought of you being alone made his heart ache, even more knowing you hadn't the best relationship with Bruce.
He thought that you resented him, he tried reaching out to you also, but having received no response and after Alfred told him that your end has been silent for years, he decided to give you space. But now… Now he needs closure. He must soothe you, god… his little sister, sent away. Jason can't imagine how lonely it must have been, but don't worry he's coming for you now and he won’t let Bruce stand in between that.
Guys sorry to be not be updating frequently, my life is a mess right now, but soon I’ll be back writing for you guys 🫶🏻💕
Tadhg Lynch knows exactly what people say about him.
Hot-headed. Trouble. Too much like his father.
After surviving a childhood filled with violence and loss, Tadhg is trying to settle into life at Tommen College alongside his siblings and the Kavanagh family who took them in. On the hurling pitch, he's unstoppable. Off it, he's barely keeping the storm inside him under control.
Then he meets Bethany Gibson.
Small, sharp-tongued, and impossible to ignore, Beth is the younger sister of Gerard Gibson and every bit as chaotic as her brother. She's the girl with a smile that makes people think she doesn't have a care in the world.
But Beth has secrets.
The kind that leave bruises nobody can see.
Drawn to one another from the very beginning, Tadhg and Beth quickly become inseparable. But as their friendship deepens into something far more dangerous, buried trauma, explosive tempers and painful truths threaten to tear them apart.
Because trusting someone with your heart is one thing.
Trusting them with your darkness is another entirely.
