#Another New Beginning

[eliaskahtri]

Another New Beginning || Elias Solo

TIMING: Late September

LOCATION: California

PARTIES: Elias

SUMMARY: A lot has happened since Elias left, including psychiatric care and a scientific breakthrough.

CONTENT WARNINGS: None

Having a mild case of fame became Elias’s second worst nightmare. His first worst nightmare was the fact that he had seen things he should have, which defied explanation and science. He had run away from his problems as quickly as he could, leaving everything and everyone he had met in the dust as his car drove out of the city limits of Wicked’s Rest. 

He hadn’t talked to Regan before he left and hadn’t resigned formally. Hadn’t even said goodbye. 

All he had done was leave a note for Gael that just said, “I’m not safe here anymore.” and left it at that. 

He had packed up everything and vanished as if he hadn’t existed there in the first place. He had received messages from both of them, asking where he had gone. He never opened them. 

Instead, he sought out a therapist for his delusions and hallucinations. 

He had been put on three different medications and received extensive talk therapy to deal with his symptoms. It still felt wrong, as if something wasn’t quite right. He knew what he saw, and it had been real. It was real, and now he was being told he suffered hallucinations. His therapist had explained it away by saying he likely suffered a psychotic episode from his high stress with work and seeing someone get killed in front of him. “Some people aren’t equipped to handle these things,” she told him. 

“But it felt so real,” he had responded, to which she simply shrugged her shoulders and responded with “hallucinations can feel very real. That’s why they’re so scary when we experience them.” 

After that, He accepted this as an explanation and began to go back to work. He returned to his job at the local hospital, continuing to work on the prosthetic he had abandoned when he’d moved to Maine.

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Lisa Peters had sustained nerve damage that had left her ability to flex and use her hand somewhat difficult. She had learned to live with it but would occasionally pursue studies looking for people that fit her description. When she had gotten the offer to be a test subject for a new unreleased prosthetic, she was curious. She was even more curious when they made her sign NDAs and go through extensive interviewing. That’s where she met Dr. Garcia, a middle-aged woman who was, together with the device's creator, hooking up the exoskeleton to her arm. They had explained how it worked, but much of the scientific and medical jargon had gone through one ear and out the other. All she knew was that if this worked, she would regain the ability to use her hand again. It was almost too good to be true. 

He had done it. Elias Kahtri had successfully created a robotic exoskeleton for someone with nerve damage in their hand and arm. All the late-night hours, the mental breakdowns, and running away from responsibility for a time had finally paid off. He had just created a cybernetic prosthetic that would change not only his life but the lives of those who had sustained injuries that had left a limb immobile due to extensive nerve damage. Dr. Ericka Garcia clapped him on the back, and he heard cheering and excitement around him, but he was frozen in place, expressionless and in shock. “Snap out of it, Kahtri!” The doctor spoke to him, shaking his shoulders. “You did it!” 

He did do it, didn’t he? Elias slowly nodded his head, a smile creeping over his face. He did it.

A few weeks later, the news had gone public. Suddenly, everyone and their mother was inundating his phone and email with inquiries about the device he made and when it would be available for the general public. It was overwhelming. All the attention he was getting was beginning to get to him. He had never wanted this. He stayed up late as his phone continued to go off in the darkness of his apartment, face buried in his hands. He was happy about what this meant for those who needed it but absolutely terrified about what it meant for him.

He hired an assistant to help him deal with the sudden influx that fame in the scientific community had brought him. Naya Rana was a twenty-six-year-old, bright-eyed woman who easily fielded questions and interview opportunities. She had been a life-saver. Suddenly, he was going on interviews and news channels to talk about what he had made. Everyone was excited about what this meant; he only wanted a nap. 

Naya forwarded him an email one day that read; 

“Mr. Elias Kahtri, 

We would like to schedule an interview to review your research and offer you an opportunity to work with us out of Wicked’s Rest General Hospital. We look forward to hearing from you to discuss this opportunity further.

Dr. Olivia Patel, MD

Researcher at Wickeds Rest General Hospital”

Naya had bounded over to him that day after sending the email to him, a bright smile on her face. “My family is from Wicked’s Rest!” She explained, stumbling over her words as she explained that she missed her family and would love to be close to them again. 

Elias had refused at first. He had lived there for a brief stint and abandoned it. What would the people he had met say when he suddenly returned? He couldn’t face them. Still, he kept thinking about it. After a week, he randomly blurted out, “Let’s go to Wicked’s Rest.” Naya had been shocked when he said it but slowly nodded her head. “Alright. I can reach out to them and get more information about it.”

Now, there he was. Standing in the middle of a pre-furnished apartment that reflected none of his personality. It was like a ghost lived there instead of the fun-loving individual he once was. He was empty and needed a chance to rediscover himself—one step at a time.

[dragondawdles]

the beastie <3

[calochortus]

Another New Beginning by johnshlau Via Flickr: “Another Sunrise, another new beginning.” – Jonathan Lockwood Huie Taken at Tai Mo Shan, the highest peak (957m) in Hong Kong …not on New Year Day though :-) Wishing you a healthy, happy & peaceful New Year!

[neon-virus]

Festivities pt 4 END

Even if they fight, lamb can never stay mad long.

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[tatck]

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[crabsnpersimmons]

i

PASSED MY EXAM!!

thank you everyone for your encouragement!! 🥰🥰🥰 i read ALL your messages and they really cheered me up on my way to the exam!

SO NOW

i'll be getting a youtooz plush (hot topic has been sold out for a while now...), and i'm thinking the chibi shoulder riders but i'm open to suggestions!

[stagefoureddiediaz]

No no you don’t understand - that it was Buck (and another guy) ripping the sleeves off Eddie’s PINK shirt is so interesting and loud. Pink representing innocence and naïveté this season as a theme - so Buck ripping off a sleeve (and waving it around) is a physical representation of buck being the one to rip away part of Eddie’s innocence- his naïveté

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt 58 Part 7

The long dining room that held the ornate old dining table that seated way too many people already held  most of the family. Bruce was missing and Damian informed them he was at work, the only other person missing was Jason but it was typical for him to skip out as he didn’t live there and didn’t have the best track record with the rest of the family. That left Damian, Tim, Cass, Duke, and Dick seated.

Damian sat next to the chair that Bruce normally sat in at the head of the table. Tim sat across from Damian followed by Dick, Duke, and Cass. Danny sat next to Damian and Jazz sat next to Danny. 

“So, how was school?” Dick asked his elbows on the table with his head on his hands and a smile. He was the only adult in their life besides Bruce that actually cared about their schooling. 

Danny had actually forgotten that all of this had happened in just one day. The thought was a little jarring if Danny was being honest with himself. He wasn’t sure what to tell Dick, on one hand he was just asking about school on the other… no he wasn’t going to think about what happened right now. Just the thought caused phantom volts to go through his body like he was reliving the accident. He felt a nudge to his foot from the right and looked up to see Damian giving him a quizzical look. He cleared his throat and looked back over to Dick who was giving him the same kind of look. 

“I-I’m, uh… school was fine, didn’t learn much since school just started,” He eventually decided to say after stumbling on his words a little. 

“Dash isn’t picking on you again this year is he?” Dick asked with a concerned look on his face. 

Danny wished it was just Dash, the pain he felt from the portal was a thousand times worse than anything the bullying blond could pull. If it was just Dash, Danny could have just laughed it off and forgotten it probably, but it wasn’t just Dash and Danny couldn’t help but take a deep breath trying to gather his thoughts and calm himself.

He startled as he felt a hand on his knee, he looked to his left to see Jazz giving him a look of sympathy as she rubs her thumb comfortingly on his knee. She then spoke, “Danny you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, Okay?”

Danny gave her a small nod, a small smile on his face. 

Before a new topic could be discussed Alfred arrived with their food and began serving them. Danny loved the food the old butler cooked especially since he was able to do so in a kitchen that wasn’t contaminated. Alfred did his best to make sure everyone was served food to their liking, as long as it was a balanced meal at the end of the day the elderly butler would serve just about anything you’d request.

Danny picked up his fork to begin on his salad, however when he tried to push the fork into the lettuce his hand felt a cooling sensation with pins and needles and his fork went through his hand. He stared at his hand for a moment wondering what just happened. He then picked up his fork to try again and was able to get a mouth full, but when he went for a second bite it happened again, his fork clanging against the bowl again.

“Something wrong Danny? You're staring at your hand weird,” Danny heard Dick speaking and looked up to see Dick staring at him giving him an odd look. 

Danny couldn’t help but rub his neck nervously with his other hand, he hoped to get ahold of whatever this was so no one noticed. Though knowing his luck everyone probably did notice, over the years he and Jazz both noticed that the Wayne family was much more observant than their media persona’s showed. 

Dinner continued and Danny struggled to eat anything as anything he tried to hold fell through his hand frustratingly and Danny couldn’t help but get agitated. 

Eventually his glass he was holding slipped through his hand and tumbled onto the floor shattering into a thousand pieces. Danny let out a frustrated sigh as he stared at the mess he made. 

Before he could stand to clean up Alfred appeared by his side with a dustpan and broom and began cleaning it up, “are you still feeling unwell Master Daniel? Perhaps you should retire for the evening, I will attend to this mess.” Danny begrudgingly nodded his head and made his way out of the room.

He wasn’t alone for long as Damian and Jazz tailed him out of the room. 

“What was that? It looked like your spoon was going through your hand,” Jazz asked after they were a ways from the dinning room.

“Jazz, honestly I don’t know, it felt cold and then anything I tried holding fell through my hand.” Danny brushed his bangs away from his forehead and they dropped back into his face as he dropped his hands back down to his side.

The walk went silent after that, although it didn’t stay for long as Danny felt the cooling sensation again but this time through his whole body, he let out a yelp as he felt his body sink into the floor.

Damian and Jazz looked at him with panic but as they grabbed at his arms or his hands to pull him back up they went through him just as the spoon and apparently the ground now. 

He let out a panicked yell as the floor swallowed him whole, so now he was sinking further down further into the earth. What was going to happen to him? Would he ever find his way back up?

Thankfully he didn’t have to wait long as the cooling sensation left and as gravity took hold of him again he fell. Apparently there was a cave under the manor and he was able to turn back into solid as he felt air again. There was no way he was surviving this, even with new weird powers now was when he’d get impaled by spikes right?

The cave was too dark to make out much but Danny thought he might have seen a computer with several monitors. That didn’t matter now as he finally landed, and he grunted as he landed on a person who also grunted as having a teen land on you couldn’t be the most comfortable.

He knew he was in big trouble when he realized who he landed on, “Batman??”

[lukecastellanshandholder]

"Luke made the choice to join Kronos. Luke made the choice to betray everyone at camp. Luke made the choice to-." Blah, blah, blah.

Anyways, given that Kronos obviously manipulated Luke into believing that he wanted what Luke wanted (and that was to make life for demigods better and to hold the gods accountable for their actions), only to get Luke to say yes and join him… did Luke really have a choice? It’s states multiple times throughout the first series, by various characters, that Kronos could manipulate even the person with the strongest will power. Hell, Kronos even manipulated Ares! A literal god!

You think that Luke really had any chance of turning Kronos down, especially right after his quest when his emotions were all over the place?

Then let’s not forget that it’s stated right in the books that Kronos would straight up torture Luke with nightmares when he would "fail" or he felt Luke’s loyalty to him wavering. So, if he was punished/tortured whenever he may have wanted to disband the alliance with Kronos… did he really have a choice? Or was he stuck in that awful predicament because of one bad decision that wasn’t even truly his very own decision?

Luke may have thought that he had a choice in the beginning and it may seem that way to Percy and the others. However, it’s made perfectly clear in TTC that all of the "power" that Kronos had given Luke (as far as letting him see over the army in SoM and everything) was really just to pacify Luke and keep him compliant and unquestioning until he was ready to use him as his vessel if things didn’t work out with the fleece.

As far as I see it, Luke stopped having the true ability to make choices after he agreed to join Kronos and that happened before we even see him in TLT. In this essay I will-…

[pokimoko]

The fact that Main-verse Ooo is as good and as kind as it is (relative to the other universes shown so far, at least, it's obviously not perfect) all because of the same character that starts off as the OG series' antagonist, the person we were made to see as the bad guy (albeit an often ineffectual one) for several seasons, is making me lose my mind.

Imagine finding out the guy you spent your childhood beating up and saving princesses from is in fact a driving catalyst behind you being able to exist, and not only exist but also live in a world that knows what kindness is. All because that man, the same man who you've witnessed do terrible things, once met a little girl and taught her how to be good.

Simon's story really shows us that even if you lose your way and forget how it is to be good yourself, the world keeps the memory for you. That act of love Simon showed Marcy by protecting her and seeing her as more than the monster she thought herself to be created ripples upon ripples, small at first but eventually enough to help give their wreckage of a world—a world that easily could have been forsaken, its goodness overlooked because of its inhospitable remains—a chance to grow into something beautiful. Because of those very same ripples Simon created, the people of Ooo grew up in a world where they know enough about kindness that they were able and willing to spare the 'bad guy' some, to see beyond the wreckage and allow him to grow too.

In saving Marceline, Simon helped to not only to save the world, but also himself.

[rui-drawsbox]

(almost) first-time

Based off that one fanfic that i can't really find but it's about how he stops himself everytime things got spicy ("he pulled his hand like he got a burn" or smth like that and it's been living in my head rent free ever since)

+DOODLES! BC MY ELECTRICITY MAY BE CUT AGAIN BUT THE BRAIN NEVER TURNS OFF

[bildads-shoes]

honestly i'm a bit obsessed with their wings. every scene i'm like ok but do you have wings? will you have wings? when will you have wings???

[seysei]

One of the many tragic aspects of Mikuni's character is that if he were to prevent the affair from happening, misono wouldn't be born.

With that being said, the reason why he would want to be misonos' father becomes simple. It's because that's the only way to prevent the affair from happening, and still make sure his little brother is born.

I mean, someone's gotta do it. (Im sorry lmao)

Im thinking he goes back in time, offers Hokaze to marry him to solve the money digging issue, meaning she wouldn't have to go after his father. Preventing the affair, preventing his mothers death & countless others, while also making sure misono still gets born eventually, except it's as his.. and Hokaze's son.

...yeah

And this might be the first time you'll find me not rooting for him.

[chronurgy]

It's the modernization it's the mechanization it's the way the old world has to die for the new world to be born and by killing gortash you've slowed it down but you haven't stopped it because ideas can't be stopped and the industrial world that will destroy your way of life is coming and you can't stop it by killing him any more than the luddites could stop it by smashing up a few factory machines

[thebramblewood]

Now, what on earth could Caleb be up to? 🧐

@moonfromearth Do you think Veronica would mind being Lilith's blood dealer in these trying times?

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Caleb: [humming under breath]

[humming more loudly]

[continues humming]

Lilith, I'm... [hesitates] I don't mean to disturb you.

Lilith: [irritably] You already have. What do you want, Caleb?

Caleb: I'm going out. I've got errands to run. I'll be back before sunrise, obviously.

Lilith: I don't suppose you'd swing by the hospital and swipe me some blood bags?

Caleb: You know the answer to that.

Lilith: [heaves dramatic sigh] Wonderful. I'll have to hit up Veronica and beg like some common addict.

Caleb: Lilith... [trails off uncertainly]

Lilith: Speak your mind, brother, or I'll have to probe it. I know how much you hate that.

Caleb: [visibly cringes] That won't be necessary. It's just that it's not like you to sulk, especially over a human. There'll be others.

Lilith: I'm not sulking. I'm practicing self-care. Isn't that what you're always preaching, meditation over murder? Hmm, that's catchy. You should put it on a t-shirt.

Caleb: You're incapable of having a serious conversation.

Lilith: I'm busy, and your conversation topics are boring and played out.

Caleb: Fine. I'll be back in a few hours.

Lilith: I'm sure I'll barely notice you're gone.

[undead-moth]

I know I've been on about this for a while now and I'm being a hater but you're telling me SydCarmy was "always meant to be platonic" even though there are two seasons of writing making use of tried-and-true explicitly romantic tropes, themes and writing signals, and SydLuca is going to be romantic because...he was nice to her on screen for a few minutes?

I don't even care if people ship SydLuca, or if they just prefer it, but you can't honestly tell me that you believe Carmy was always meant to be a friend but Luca is an obvious love interest.

Just because Syd and Carmy haven't kissed or confessed their love to each other doesn't mean that isn't very obviously the direction this show is going. The Bear has already shown you who is endgame. It has shown you every episode of the show so far.

Honestly I really don't think The Bear fanbase understands this show or cares about these characters or the story being told here, which is unfortunate because this show is shockingly well-written in comparison to most shows right now, and we should be so grateful for it but all we're doing is complaining that the writers led us on by not making a ship canon fast enough. It's just. Sad.