#Mindreader

[ninoxwof]

Mindreader the Nightwing

EDIT 1/31/24: Updated the design due to inaccuracy in portraying vitiligo, special thank you to @capsulepocket for pointing out the error!!

[Image Description: A digital drawing of a purple nightwing dragon named Mindreader. She has vitiligo, giving her white color patches all over her body with ones notably on her eyes and mouth. She has a marking on her chest that is shaped similarly to an eye that is a light pink, and nightwing star markings on the sides of her tummy, neck and wings. Her horns curve downward and she notably has two dark spines on her head that curve down towards her snout. She has curious oval blue eyes with two lashes on her lower eyelid. /.End ID.]

[angstylittleguy]

Introduction: Dalton Richards

The awkward first meeting between Rory and Dalton. She discovers him having a "growth spurt" in an empty lecture room in their university.

tw: panic attacks

character context: Rory is a mind reader that is unable to control her ability. The voices in her head are constant and the emotions of the people around her are often inflicted onto her. Dalton is a size-shifter whose height is affected by his emotions.

word count: 2.7k

-> In Which Everything Goes Wonderfully Wrong masterpost link: Here

-> character introductions and moodboards: Here

Rory felt the familiar tingle at the base of her neck when she was changing classes at school. The hallway was crowded, students rushing to their next class or back to their dorm. Rory stood silent, rubbing at her neck, and looking around as people bustled past her, not giving her a second glance. It felt like she was in a swarm—or maybe she was like a light—the people acting as bugs that flew around her but never touched her. 

The burning sensation on her neck grew more intense, enough to make her wince as it felt like electricity crackled up her spine and settled somewhere behind her eyes. She looked around, searching for who could possibly be the cause of this overwhelming feeling. Someone at her school was like her. Someone with these unwanted abilities that made them feel like they couldn’t function in a normal society anymore. Someone who would understand.

Her eyes fell upon a male student wearing a beanie. He was sprinting at full speed down the hall, shoving people out of the way as he ran. The pain on Rory’s neck lessened as the boy got farther away, fading into almost nothing as he rounded the corner of the hall.

Rory sprinted after him. 

The hallway became less and less crowded as students found where they needed to be, so it was fairly easy for her to figure out which empty lecture room the boy had dashed into. Silently, she slid through the door and allowed it to close behind her.

She wasn’t sure what she was expecting to see, but him lying on the floor and trembling was not one of them. He had his hand clutched to his chest as if he couldn’t breathe. His thoughts were going haywire, obviously in a panic and unable to pinpoint a single thought. All Rory could pick up on clearly was him repeating, ‘Control it, control it, control it.’

About to make her presence known and offer to help him, Rory was then stunned into silence as the boy suddenly began to change size, growing to fill the space of the room.  He reached both sides, pressing his hands against the walls as if he’s trying to stop the sudden growth spurt, but then he just folded in on himself as he tried to make himself as small as possible. 

(Calm down, calm down, calm down, you’re okay, it’s all okay, it’s going to be okay, its fine.)

Rory fell backwards on her back, staring up at him with wide eyes as she watched the room shrink around him. He tried to shift into a more comfortable position, quickly becoming too big for the small room. She looked to the door, ready to flee to avoid being crushed, but one of his overgrown limbs was draped in front of it, acting as a barricade. 

Rory laid quietly as she listened to his labored breaths. His eyes were squeezed shut, his jaw clenched, and his mind running at a million miles per hour. The burning sensation on Rory’s neck had faded, and she rubbed at it absent-mindedly, still too stunned to speak. 

The boy’s gargantuan hands reached to his head and removed his beanie, revealing a mess of brown hair. He was clenching it as if it were a lifeline, his knuckles turning white against the black fabric. When he opened his eyes, Rory watched his pupils settle on her miniscule form, shock and utter fear taking over his features. 

(No, no, no, no, no, no.)

Panic began to roar behind his eyes. 

(What is she doing in here? The room was supposed to be empty! Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh—)

“Um,” Rory tried, but she suddenly found her voice failing her. What could she say?

He studied her still, his heart pounding in his chest. Rory felt his panic welling in her throat thanks to her stupid abilities, and so they both laid there in anxiety-riddled silence. 

“What—? What are you doing in here?” The boy finally asked, his voice so strained and choked that it sounded like he was about to cry. 

Rory involuntarily flinched; his voice so much louder than she was prepared for. Her actions made him freeze, and he thought, ‘I’m scaring her, oh god, this is bad—’

A wave of embarrassment and fear washed over him and the realization that he was scaring her encouraged his growth spurt. His head banged against the ceiling and he was forced to tuck his legs in tighter to himself, further swallowing Rory into the room.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, trying his best to keep his voice as quiet as possible so as to not scare her again. “I—I’m not sure—”

A tear rolled down his cheek and he quickly moved to wipe it away. He’s so embarrassed to be trapped in this room, but what’s worse is that there’s a stranger trapped in here with him, watching his pathetic breakdown. He tried to block out the panic, tried to pretend that everything was fine, but his heart was pounding against his ribcage in such a ferocious way that he’s near certain she can hear it. The thought made the room close in further, and he wrenched his eyes shut, turning over on his side so that he could lay on the floor and pray he doesn’t get any bigger.

“I’m sorry,” he tried again, hating the sound of his voice and the loudness of it all. 

“It’s okay,” Rory found herself saying. 

He opened his eyes to look at her. “It’s not, but thanks anyway.” 

“I’m Rory.”

He was certain he would have laughed at the absurdness of the situation if it weren’t happening to him and his world wasn’t crumbling apart right before his eyes. “Dalton,” he managed to wheeze out. “And… please don’t tell anyone.”

Rory recognized the fear in his voice. The uncertainty of who could be trusted with a secret so massive. It’s why she doesn’t tell people about her own ability unless she gets that static sensation on the nape of her neck. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell.”

(Can I really trust her? What’s stopping her from running off and telling the first person she sees when she gets out of here?) 

Dalton glanced at the door that was now dwarfed by his leg. 

(I can’t keep her in here obviously, and there’s nothing I can do to stop her.  But what will I do if she tells? Where could I go? I’d have to leave—move cities—or just go hide out in a cave in the woods with the rest of the monsters where I belong.)

“You’re not a monster because of your abilities,” Rory said.

She felt the returning anxiety from Dalton scratch at her throat as he said, “Well, I sure don’t feel human right now.”

“Not feeling human doesn’t mean you’re a monster.”

He scoffed, finally tearing his gaze away from her. “Yeah, like you would know.”

“I understand more than you think.”

Rory pulled herself to her feet, and she knew that the fact that she was standing made Dalton nervous. 

“I’m sure. You look the type that turns into a dangerous monster every time you experience an emotion.”

The comment made Rory freeze. He’s the size of a bus because he was going through something moments before. She remembered what he looked like before he had grown, lying on the floor and trembling. Even now, his heart was pounding and his thoughts were a jumbled panicked mess. 

“You were having a—”

“Yeah,” he cut her off. “I get in my head a lot. It’s not that big of a deal anymore.”

She looked at his hands that were still gripping his beanie. Squeezing the fabric as hard as he could. He wanted nothing more than to disappear. 

“Do you want some company?” Rory asked. “It helps me when someone is in the room.” 

“I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

They both glanced at the door, it completely hidden by Dalton’s limbs. “I could probably move around and you can leave, but I’d have to pick you up and I don’t think I trust myself enough to do that.”

“That’s okay. I don’t mind staying.”

(I don’t want her to see, not when I’m like this. It’s humiliating and dehumanizing and I feel like a freak. How is she so calm about this? I’m—I’m huge! And she’s calmer than I am, acting like nothing is wrong. God, this sucks.)

“I can read minds,” Rory blurted. 

His face contorted. “What?”

“Think of literally anything in the world and I’ll prove it.”

His hesitance and doubt hit Rory like an invisible wave, but he still decided to indulge her. Dalton glanced at her hair and thought of the word ‘purple,’ his skepticism apparent even in his thoughts. 

“Purple,” she parroted, crossing her arms. 

They continued this back and forth until Dalton finally believed her. 

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Not when this is possible.” Dalton gestured to himself.

“I could tell you were like me when I saw you in the hall,” Rory explained. “I get this feeling on the back of my neck that feels like TV static.”

“And that’s why you followed me in here?” He asked.

“Yeah. I didn’t know this was going to happen, though. I was planning for a casual conversation.”

“Sorry to disappoint.”

She shook her head. “I’m not disappointed. Just a little surprised is all. But I’m over it now. Besides, it’s kind of cool.”

“Cool?” Dalton all but scoffed. “This is not cool. It’s terrifying if anything. I’m—” he struggled with the words. “I’m a private person. I don’t like people to know what I’m feeling or anything like that. But with these powers—or whatever they are—it’s obvious when I’m happy, sad, angry, literally anything. I hate that I can’t have any privacy anymore. Besides, mind reading is way cooler, and it comes with way less emotional damage.”

Now it was Rory’s turn to scoff. “No, reading minds isn’t cool. I hate that I can’t give anyone any privacy anymore.”

“Well, aren’t we quite the pair.”

Dalton’s heart was still beating rapidly in his chest, but it was much less severe than it was before. 

“Do you get small too?” Rory found herself asking.

“I…” his voice trailed off. (Don’t want to talk about it.)

Rory was about to change the subject when he said, “I get small too, yeah. It depends.”

“Different emotions do different things?”

“Yep.”

(And sometimes they’ll switch up on you, so I can never tell what’s going to happen until it’s already happening.)

“I have good and bad days,” Rory told him. She sat back down on the tiled floor. “Never quiet days, though. Just sometimes less severe days.”

“How about today?” Dalton asked.

“Today’s a better day, I think. I can hear everyone in the classroom down the hall and upstairs, but that’s about it.”

“Everyone?”

“Yeah, it’s never a one at a time kind of thing. It’s everyone, all at once.”

Dalton was quiet. He adjusted his position on the floor again, trying to get comfortable. Despite his size, he was very aware of his surroundings, making sure he was a safe distance from Rory before moving. He watched her carefully as he tried to cross his arms under his head. 

“You’re the first person I’ve ever been around when I’m huge.”

(And hopefully the last.)

“Sorry you had to be the guinea pig,” he joked.

“You’ve been small around others before?” Rory asked.

She felt a sense of dread and lingering sadness tap at her spine. Dalton swallowed. “I don’t think anyone was aware, but yeah.”

Rory wanted to ask questions. How small could he get? How big? How long had he known about his abilities? Would he want to meet Bennett? But one look at the overwhelmed expression on his face alerted Rory that wouldn’t be the best idea right now. 

“What do you do to return back to normal?” Rory asked him instead. 

“I have to calm down, mostly,” Dalton responded.  His thoughts betrayed him as he thought, That won’t happen anytime soon, though. Not with her in the room.

“Oh,” Rory said aloud at the realization. “Am I freaking you out by being in here?”

Dalton seemed to jolt at her words. “It’s okay!” He was quick to reassure, turning over on his side so he could look at her better. His shoulder nearly brushed the ceiling. “It’s not your fault that you’re in here.”

Rory glanced to the door again, hidden behind his overgrown legs. If he could reposition himself, she could leave and he’d be able to focus on getting back to normal.

“Do you think you could move enough to unblock the door?” she asked. “I think if I weren’t here, you’d be better off.”

Dalton didn’t argue the fact that he would be a lot less anxious if Rory wasn’t watching his massive breakdown, but he still shook his head. “I don’t want to pick you up. I—I don’t know my own strength, and you’re so, you're so fragile, and—”

The thought alone was enough to send him into a spiral. His breath quickened and he began to grow. His shoulder pressed against the ceiling and he scrunched his eyes closed in an attempt to control the growth spurt. 

“Hey, hey, hey! Don’t worry! You don’t have to pick me up!” Rory quickly assured, holding her hands up in a non-threatening gesture. “What if, you just don’t move, and I’ll climb over.”

Before Dalton could voice that he thought that was an absolutely terrible idea, Rory was already clutching the oversized fabric of his shirt and pulling herself upwards. Dalton was stiff-still. He held his breath as she climbed up his front, not daring to move a muscle. 

When she reached the top, she balanced on his midsection for a moment and glanced over at his face. Dalton was beet-red. Oh my god, he was thinking, I can’t believe this is happening. Oh my god.

“See?” Rory said as she began her descent. “That wasn’t so bad!”

When she was safely on the other side and her feet were on solid ground, Dalton released the breath he was holding. “Are—are you okay?” He was too afraid to turn over to look at her, not when he couldn’t see exactly where she was standing.

“I’m all good!” She told him. “Now, if you can just bend your legs a little, I should be able to slide out the door.”

When he didn’t move, Rory raised a brow. “Dalton?”

“When you get out, what are you going to do?”

(Is she going to run away? What if she tells people about me? What if she brings more people in here? What if—)

“What do you want me to do?” Rory asked him, stopping his spiraling thoughts of hypotheticals.

“I… I don’t know.”

Rory hummed at his response. “What if I waited in the hallway for you? I won’t say a word to anyone else while I’m out there.”

Dalton thought it over. He couldn’t think of a better alternative, and it would give him the opportunity to properly talk to her about everything once his head was back on right. 

He tucked his legs in closer to his chest, unblocking the door. “Okay,” he said.

Rory glanced at him one last time before cracking the door open and sliding out into the hallway. When she closed the door, she felt a wave of relief rush over her as Dalton released a trembling breath. 

Rory sat down in the hallway next to the door and put her headphones on. 

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[thepoisonjackal]

Wings of Fire Design Project #57 - Mindreader of the Nightwings

[skylarmoon71]

Patrick Jane (Mentalist) - Chapter 3

It took a little bit of convincing on Jane’s part. There was still so much that needed to be discussed. But you knew you couldn’t avoid work for more than a week. So for the remaining days of your little vacation you try to evaluate all that you’ve learned and your mind trails back to Jane. 

“I can help you.” 

With an obnoxious laugh you just turn your head at his words. 

“Yeah, and I should trust you why? You almost outed me.” 

“That’s because I thought you were a spy or a terrorist.” 

You send him a look and he smirks. 

“Okay maybe I didn’t but I knew it was something big. If you did turn out to be dangerous I think they deserved to be warned.” 

You sigh. 

You can’t exactly be mad at him for that. You might have done the same. Surely you would have gone about it differently. 

“How exactly are you going to help me?” 

“No idea.” 

Your glare speaks volumes. 

“I’m not exactly an expert but you said it yourself. I’m the only one who’s able to hear you. So it goes without saying that I’m the only one that can help.” 

In some crazy way that almost makes sense. 

“What do you say?”

“It’s not like I have a choice.” You run a hand through your head. 

“Why the hell did my captain have to be such a great guy?” You grumble.

Jane is just smiling at you with a thumbs up. 

There’s nothing encouraging about that infuriating man, but he’s right. You can’t run away. That would raise every flag in the book. You have to face this. The alternative is being suspected of some heinous crime or disappointing your former captain who spoke so highly of your abilities. You can’t let him down. 

You’re not surprised when Jane comes to visit on your last day of relaxation. He was standing at the door with a smile and a little wave. Something about his face just made you want to punch it. 

“You were thinking about punching me in the face weren’t you?” 

“No.” 

“Yes, you were. It’s all over your face.” 

You let him in, rolling your eyes. Sometimes it really does feel like he’s the mind reader. 

“Lisbon told me to check in on you.” 

“No she didn’t. She probably told you to stay far away from me.” 

“Oh, you got me. Guilty as charged.” 

Dropping onto the couch you just direct your gaze at the wall. Jane really does have a tendency to push people’s buttons, but as of right now he’s the only one who knows about your secret and he hasn’t reported you to the government or called you crazy. You should be happy. 

Your eyes move to the door to address the topic of your return but he’s not there. 

“Jane?” 

He walks out from the kitchen with a cup of tea and a smile. 

“What the- how the hell did you make that so fast!” 

“You’ve been staring at the wall for about five minutes. I figured I’d make myself at home.” 

This man was obviously put on the planet to be a nuisance.

“If you really didn’t want the job why did you bother taking it?” 

You just fold your arms at his question. 

“Because Captain Haynes went out on a limb for me. I can’t let him down.” 

“He raised you.” 

Your arms slowly unfold and you look at your lap. 

“He looked after me. The only reason I’m a cop is because of him. He’s the first person who’s ever helped me without wanting anything in return but my success.” 

Jane seems inquisitive.

“You’ve read his mind before.”

You nod, a bit ashamed. 

“It was once back when he made me do community service at the precinct when I was in high school. I got caught stealing from a grocery store. The owner agreed to drop the charges if I apologized and said that I learned my lesson. Captain told the owner that was too lenient. He made me work at that place for months. He said that if I didn’t show up he’d throw me in a cell.” 

Jane can’t help but laugh because it was obviously a bluff. You smile at the sound.

“I was used to people trying to take advantage of me. One night I was there with him late. He called me into his office and I was ready. Ready for him to proposition me. I wanted to hear it. To prove that there were no more good people in the world. I grabbed his arm. I still remember those words.” 

“You’re smart. You can be great if you apply yourself. I wish you didn’t have such a tough life, kid.” 

You would never forget that.

“I was so shocked that I’d started crying right there and then. It was the first time I’d heard something good in someone’s head. Turns out the only reason he called me in there was to threaten me to stop skipping classes. He wanted me to join a sports team and try to get a scholarship. He had a whole presentation and everything lined up. He was going to keep threatening me with time in jail to get me to stay on the straight and narrow.” 

It’s funny how you’d been so oblivious to how much he’d just wanted to offer a hand. 

“He was the first man in my life that I could depend on, I could trust. I knew he sent in the application because he thought I was clinging unto him. Sticking to his side out of loyalty. He didn’t want me to limit my ability because of any obligation.” 

Jane was beginning to see the bigger picture.

“There were times that I wanted to tell him, I really did. But the thought of him thinking I’m crazy, or ever looking at me differently it would hurt too much.”

He can only imagine. 

“I never thought I’d tell anyone.” 

But now, Jane out of all the people knows. 

“I won’t betray that trust.” 

Maybe he reads it on your face. You just offer a smile. Jane is unpredictable as hell, so you've already prepared yourself.

[marinusart]

Finally finished trans Mindreader and it`s canon. If you say it`s not I won`t believe you

[ilikemicrowaves]

Nightwing Student HCS (dying wish au)

Fearless -

Fearless, without the superstength from darkstalker, is still pretty strong

To make up for her lack of size, her wings are like a skywings

She has a broken tooth, and has to hunt things that won't make it worst

Fearless is very good at singing, and likes to sing while Trush plays drums

She likes to take risk and afton injures herself, giving her a few scars on her

Lesbian

Mindreader

Mindreader is farley small but larger than Fearless

She's very chubby and doesn't like to do much unless she has motivation

Mindreader is Trans (mtf)

After making bracelets with Moon's winglet, Mindreader found her joy in it and made a lot and hoards them.

Mindreader is friend shaped :)

Moonwatcher

Moon has a scare underneath her right wing from a jaguar

Moon found an interest in snakes and has 2 that Morrowseer wouldn't let her take to JMA

Moonwatcher is bi and aroace

Moonwatcher doesn't have a British accent like the other nightwings

Mightyclaws

Autistic

Genderfluid (prefers masculine most the time)

Art isn't just how he copes, it's his love language

Queer

The earring he got is made from quartz

Poor eye sight but refuses to wear classes

Paranoid

Bigtail

Not confident

Doubt himself alot

Likes to hunt with Mindreader

Prefers to stay out of wrestling matches

Very calm

Good at speeches

Didn't like Moon at first

Bi and Trans (ftm)

[oliversdumbshit]

Which fic should I make???

(Ill probs make all of them, just which one i should make first)

Option 1: Remus is asexual and is making out with Janus when he's like, "shit, i dont think i like sexual stuff" (itll be really short, itll mostly be like just ace rep with a character that is really suggestive)

Option 2: Logan is a mindreader with aphantasia, and Roman is a daydreamer. Logan is amazed by his ability to create such gorgeous ideas in his mind. (might do this with Remus, but honestly hed probably be freaked out more than anything)

Option 3: logan and Virgil live together in a cottage in a very, very cold and snowy place. This little puppy arrives at their doorstep, and they just HAVE to adopt her, right? I mean, at least, according to Virgil.

[coldfrontoficeandsky]

One of the prettiest and most unique dragons in the series, Whiteout. Darkstalker’s sister. A fan favourite for good reason. The way her neurodivergence is expressed and the way Darkstalker genuinely loves her so much. Also the way her powers work is really interesting! Poor thing went through so much, it’s hard to even call it a happy ending. But at least she’s not all alone.

Fullbody Base by Joy Ang.

[frickityfrackityfuckingshit]

If I was with a mind reader during dinner conversation all they would able to hear is

This is so irrelevant. Why do we care. Shut the fuck up and eat your food. Shut the FUCK UP. Shut up. Irrelevant. So irrelevant. I don’t care. It tastes fucking fine. Shut up. Just eat.

[primusliber-traduzioni]

A Day to Remember - You’re Welcome, traduzione testi

I miei amici sono dei depravati, ma non li cambierei mai

Bugiardi, imbroglioni e ipocriti

Non il tipo di persone da salvare… o almeno così dicono

(da: Degenerates)

1. A Day to Remember – Brick Wall, traduzione

Muro

   C’è chi lo chiama karma, c’è chi lo chiama destino

Le leggi dell’attrazione assumono un peso maggiore

Resto seduto in silenzio e spero nel cambiamento

Uno slancio spericolato nelle cose che diamo per scontate

   Nessuna via di fuga, nessun futuro

Nessuna fortuna sprecata per uno sfigato

Nessuna via di fuga, nessun futuro

In sella, ragazzi, che andiamo a scontrarci addosso al muro

   È un ciclo, è una condanna

Intervento divino, non può andare tanto peggio di così

Prendo un po’ di velocità e taglio i cavi dei freni

Ciò che non uccide trova un altro modo

   Nessuna via di fuga, nessun futuro

Nessuna fortuna sprecata per uno sfigato

Nessuna via di fuga, nessun futuro

In sella, ragazzi, che andiamo a scontrarci addosso al muro

Nessuna via di fuga, nessun futuro

Nessuna fortuna sprecata per uno sfigato

Nessuna via di fuga, nessun futuro

In sella, ragazzi, che andiamo a scontrarci addosso al muro

   Se tu sei sù, io sono giù

Se è bagnato affogo

Puoi riempirti il bicchiere, tanto io te lo rovescio sempre per terra

Se vuoi farti un giro, ti ammazza la serata

C’è spazio per due

E andiamo a scontrarci addosso al muro

   Uno e uno coi dadi fino al giorno che muoio, stronzi

   Il pessimismo uccide

Il pessimismo uccide

Bruci pure tutto quanto

       2. A Day to Remember – Mindreader, traduzione

Leggere nel pensiero

   C’è chi li chiama poteri della mente

Piegare i pensieri nello spazio e nel tempo

Leggere dentro chiunque come quel vecchio libro che hai letto mille volte

Ne ho sentito parlare da piccolo

Finirsi le frasi a vicenda

I sesti sensi vi hanno fatto vedere tutte queste cose che non ho fatto

Non siamo gli unici

   Ridi come se fosse mio dovere sapere cosa ti passa per la testa, ma non è così

Lo so che non è mai una cosa semplice

Sono ben poche le cose importanti che lo fanno

Ridi come se fosse mio dovere sapere cosa ti passa per la testa, ma non è così

Lo so che non è mai una cosa semplice

Ma io non saprò mai leggerti nel pensiero

   Potrei andare nel vecchio Giappone su una montagna da qualche antico saggio

In cerca di una saggezza che non capirei comunque

Dimmi un po’ che cosa serve

Manco lo sapevo che stavi così

Siam qui seduti più distanti che Orlando e LA

All’imbarco, è in ritardo

   Ridi come se fosse mio dovere sapere cosa ti passa per la testa, ma non è così

Lo so che non è mai una cosa semplice

Sono ben poche le cose importanti che lo fanno

Ridi come se fosse mio dovere sapere cosa ti passa per la testa, ma non è così

Lo so che non è mai una cosa semplice

Ma io non saprò mai leggerti nel pensiero

   Leggerti, leggerti, leggerti nel pensiero

Leggerti, leggerti, leggerti nel pensiero

Leggerti, leggerti, leggerti nel pensiero

Leggerti, leggerti, leggerti nel pensiero

Leggerti, leggerti, leggerti nel pensiero

Non posso dirti quello che non so

Non posso dirti quello che non so

   Ridi come se fosse mio dovere sapere cosa ti passa per la testa, ma non è così

Lo so che non è mai una cosa semplice

Sono ben poche le cose importanti che lo fanno

Ridi come se fosse mio dovere sapere cosa ti passa per la testa, ma non è così

Lo so che non è mai una cosa semplice

Ma io non saprò mai leggerti nel pensiero

Non saprò mai leggerti nel pensiero

Non saprò mai leggerti nel pensiero

Non saprò mai leggerti nel pensiero

Non saprò mai leggerti nel pensiero

       3. A Day to Remember – Bloodsucker, traduzione

Sanguisuga

   Quando mi sveglio, la croce che ho sopra il letto mi resta sospesa come un punto di domanda sulla testa

I buoni propositi mi hanno portato a un vicolo cieco ancora una volta, ancora una volta

Ho cercato di aiutarti a vedere quello che non vedevi

Ma hai un riflesso che ti acceca la realtà

Come un’ombra che scappa dal sole che sorge

Alla fine mi è diventato chiaro

   Sanguisuga, mi rovini sempre l’atmosfera

Vai di male in peggio

E no, non va tutto bene

Sanguisuga, cerchi di prosciugarmi

Vai a salassare qualcun altro per il resto della tua vita

Sanguisuga, sanguisuga

Vai a salassare qualcun altro per il resto della tua vita

   Lasci un nuvolone nero dovunque vai

Rovini una bella giornata e poi scompari da dove sei venuto

Puntuale come un orologio, so che posso contare sul fatto che farai il solito

   Sanguisuga, mi rovini sempre l’atmosfera

Vai di male in peggio

E no, non va tutto bene

Sanguisuga, cerchi di prosciugarmi

Vai a salassare qualcun altro per il resto della tua vita

Sanguisuga, sanguisuga

Vai a salassare qualcun altro per il resto della tua vita

   Di vita ne ho una sola

Per cui di tempo non te ne concedo più

Di vita ne ho una sola

Per cui di tempo non te ne concedo più

Di vita ne ho una sola

Per cui di tempo non te ne concedo più, più, più, più

   Sanguisuga, mi rovini sempre l’atmosfera

Vai di male in peggio

E no, non va tutto bene

Sanguisuga, cerchi di prosciugarmi

Vai a salassare qualcun altro per il resto della tua vita

Sanguisuga, sanguisuga

Vai a salassare qualcun altro per il resto della tua vita

       4. A Day to Remember – Last Chance to Dance (Bad Friend), traduzione

Ultimo ballo (pessimo amico)

   Ti vedo

   Non sei morto, ma per me sei morto

La lealtà è una catena vincolante

È triste, triste verità

Sei come un fiammifero col carburante

Distruggi tutto quello che hai attorno

   Giri la lama lasciando una ferita che non si rimargina mai dentro di me

Giri la lama

Che muoia

Con il presente atto, la vendetta è mia

   Non ti senti meglio quando, meglio quando capisci cosa mi passa per la testa?

Già, per cui non fare finta, non fare finta di conoscermi per come sono veramente, sono veramente

Mi sa che sei solo uno dei tanti pessimi amici, solo uno dei pessimi amici

Fanculo

   Ti ho visto cadere, cadere in disgrazia

Faccia a faccia con l’ombra dei tuoi errori

Per cui tagli, tagli la corda

Guarda cos’hai fatto

La fede è la morte della ragione

   Giri la lama lasciando una ferita che non si rimargina mai dentro di me

Giri la lama

Che muoia

Con il presente atto, la vendetta è mia

   Non ti senti meglio quando, meglio quando capisci cosa mi passa per la testa?

Già, per cui non fare finta, non fare finta di conoscermi per come sono veramente, sono veramente

Mi sa che sei solo uno dei tanti pessimi amici, solo uno dei pessimi amici

   Pessimo, pessimo, pessimo amico

Pessimo, pessimo, pessimo amico

Pessimo, pessimo, pessimo amico

   Mi sbarazzo del peso morto

Queste cose me le lascio alle spalle

Quando io non ci sarò più, chi ti reggerà la bara?

Chi, chi ti reggerà la bara?

Chi?

Non te la reggerà nessuno la bara

       5. A Day to Remember – F.Y.M., traduzione

F.Y.M.

   Sto seduto ad aspettare

Conto i minuti un po’ come ieri

Seguo il tracciamento del mio miracolo

Sarà in ritardo

C’è scritto “reso al mittente”

Non me ne va bene una

Faccio il mio solito solito

   Fortuna, non mi deludere

Perché io il mio dovere l’ho fatto in abbondanza

Adesso o il doppio o niente

   Aspetta che faccio un po’ di soldi per mandarti affanculo

Aspetta che faccio un po’ di soldi per mandarti affanculo

   Me ne andrei oggi stesso

Cambierei numero senza esitare

E voialtri al capo potete dirgli “fottiti, mi licenzio”

Risposta automatica, in vacanza perenne

Mi sgancio dalla vostra catena

   Fortuna, non mi deludere

Perché io il mio dovere l’ho fatto in abbondanza

Adesso o il doppio o niente

   Aspetta che faccio un po’ di soldi per mandarti affanculo

Aspetta che faccio, aspetta che ne faccio un po’

Aspetta che faccio un po’ di soldi per mandarti affanculo

Aspetta che faccio un po’ di soldi per mandarti affanculo

   Aspetta che faccio un po’ di soldi per mandarti affanculo

Aspetta che faccio, aspetta che faccio, faccio, faccio, faccio

   Aspetta che faccio un po’ di soldi per mandarti affanculo

Aspetta che faccio, aspetta che ne faccio un po’

       6. A Day to Remember – High Diving, traduzione

Tuffi dall’alto

   Ho bisogno di sapere cosa dice il tuo silenzio

È come se fossi intrappolato su un’isola nella mia testa in attesa del passaggio di un uragano

Questo schema naturale è come una corrente di ritorno che mi risucchia

Una cosa a cui non posso sfuggire

Un’onda che non si infrange mai

   Mille voci diverse, tantissimi diversi suoni

Il peso dell’aspettativa cerca di infierire su di me che sono già a terra

Ho scritto questa canzone per ricordarmi, la prossima volta che mi sento impazzire

   Se mi prendessi anche solo un minuto per guardarmi attorno, mi accorgerei di aver raggiunto il limite

Sono sull’orlo del precipizio e soffro di vertigini

Lo capisco, è difficile passare dalle parole ai fatti

Se la vita è una spiaggia, io mi tuffo dalla scogliera

   Cercare di leggere il tuo linguaggio è come una mappa dove la X sta nelle sabbie mobili

Ce l’hai scritto in volto

E io comincio a sprofondare

Ho un ronzio nella testa, come un cannone che spara da entrambi i lati

Il rumore del segnale disturbato che mi sommerge sembra che non ha mai fine

   Mille voci diverse, tantissimi diversi suoni

Il peso dell’aspettativa cerca di infierire su di me che sono già a terra

Ho scritto questa canzone per ricordarmi, la prossima volta che mi sento impazzire

   Se mi prendessi anche solo un minuto per guardarmi attorno, mi accorgerei di aver raggiunto il limite

Sono sull’orlo del precipizio e soffro di vertigini

Lo capisco, è difficile passare dalle parole ai fatti

Se la vita è una spiaggia, io mi tuffo dalla scogliera

   Prendere o lasciare

Prendere o lasciare

Prendere o lasciare

Prendere, prendere, prendere

   Se mi prendessi anche solo un minuto per guardarmi attorno, mi accorgerei di aver raggiunto il limite

Sono sull’orlo del precipizio e soffro di vertigini

Lo capisco, è difficile passare dalle parole ai fatti

Se la vita è una spiaggia, io mi tuffo dalla scogliera

È difficile passare dalle parole ai fatti

Se la vita è una spiaggia, io mi tuffo dalla scogliera

       7. A Day to Remember – Resentment, traduzione

Risentimento

   Risentimento

   Ho bisogno di una soluzione a breve termine per un problema a lungo termine

Posso imparare ad amare queste catene?

So che avevo detto una cosa giusta, ma adesso me la sono dimenticata

Mentre ho un piede nella fossa

   No, non riesco a levarmi questa sensazione che ogni giorno sia esattamente uguale all’altro

Con un chiodo fisso non penso di poter cambiare

Imprigionato nei ricordi che vanno in replay, replay, replay

   Comincia con una scintilla, poi diventa un incendio incontrollato che mi brucia, che mi brucia

Una danza coi demoni in equilibrio su una fune

Sollevatemi, mi sollevano

Risentimento

   Come sai ho perso la voce quando ho fatto entrare il marcio

La dura verità ha sia lati positivi che negativi

Vengo a cuore aperto

Tutto quello che non mi è stato perdonato mi si riversa addosso come la pioggia

   No, non riesco a levarmi questa sensazione che ogni giorno sia esattamente uguale all’altro

Con un chiodo fisso non penso di poter cambiare

Imprigionato nei ricordi che vanno in replay, replay, replay

   Comincia con una scintilla, poi diventa un incendio incontrollato che mi brucia, che mi brucia

Una danza coi demoni in equilibrio su una fune

Sollevatemi, mi sollevano

Risentimento

   Mi girano le scatole, per cui faccio subito presente la cosa

Se qualcuno ha bisogno delle presentazioni, benvenuti nell’occhio della tigre

   Comincia con una scintilla, poi diventa un incendio incontrollato che mi brucia, che mi brucia

Una danza coi demoni in equilibrio su una fune

Sollevatemi, mi sollevano

Comincia con una scintilla, poi diventa un incendio incontrollato che mi brucia, che mi brucia

Una danza coi demoni in equilibrio su una fune

Sollevatemi, mi sollevano

   È un incendio incontrollato, è un incendio incontrollato

Risentimento

È un incendio incontrollato, è un incendio incontrollato

Risentimento

       8. A Day to Remember – Looks Like Hell, traduzione

Sembra un inferno

   Mi chiedi perché non posso dirti le cose

Che cosa mi turba ultimamente

È cambiato qualcosa nel nostro rapporto

Sono stato io? Sei stata tu?

Lo sai che non posso dire che abbiamo preso due direzioni diverse

Il silenzio mi dice le cose come farebbe la verità

   Abbiamo cavalcato un’onda in cima e poi a fondo

Sballottato da una parte all’altra

Pensavamo che saremmo finiti a terra

Beh, tu ci finirai

   Sulla buona strada per non finire da nessuna parte, giù dal cavalcavia

Sembra un inferno

Fare grossi errori ci ha portati a un certo livello

Sembra un inferno

Se devo essere sincero, sei al sicuro sul momento, ma ti sei persa all’aperto

Ti conosco troppo bene

L’unica via d’uscita è passare da noi stessi

E sembra un inferno

   Come ha fatto a finire così?

A prima vista sembra tutto okay

Ma c’è dell’energia sotto sotto che sento

Mi ricordo quando abbiamo parlato l’ultima volta

I tuoi occhi dicevano quello che tu non dicevi

Che qualunque sia la cosa che si è rotta, non la possiamo aggiustare

   O ci si va sotto o sopra

Io questa cosa non la capirò mai

Dov’è che è avvenuto il distacco che non siamo riusciti a saldare?

   Sulla buona strada per non finire da nessuna parte, giù dal cavalcavia

Sembra un inferno

Fare grossi errori ci ha portati a un certo livello

Sembra un inferno

Se devo essere sincero, sei al sicuro sul momento, ma ti sei persa all’aperto

Ti conosco troppo bene

L’unica via d’uscita è passare da noi stessi

E sembra un inferno

   La destinazione che ho visto in modo chiaro era più lontana di quanto avevi stimato

Soltanto un comportamento interessato

   Sulla buona strada per non finire da nessuna parte, giù dal cavalcavia

Sembra un inferno

Fare grossi errori ci ha portati a un certo livello

Sembra un inferno

Se devo essere sincero, sei al sicuro sul momento, ma ti sei persa all’aperto

Ti conosco troppo bene

L’unica via d’uscita è passare da noi stessi

E sembra un inferno

       9. A Day to Remember – Viva La Mexico, traduzione

Viva La Mexico

   Mamma mia se mi sono spaccato

A sud del confine

Abbiamo animato la festa

Domani me ne pento al primo accenno di luce

   Prendo una dose di una medicina che mi sono prescritto da solo

La felicità che ho preso in prestito da domani mi ha fatto ripensare la mia vita

   Voliamo altissimo, poi strisciamo per terra

E poi lo rifacciamo da capo perché lo sanno tutti quant’è bello perdere un po’ il controllo

   Viva la Mexico

Non sarò più la stessa persona una volta tornato a casa

Arriba, viva la Mexico

Ha superato le mie aspettative

Adesso non riesco a smettere di pensarci

   Contavo di dormire fino a tardi, ma ho la testa che va a mille

Sbronzo marcio in un vicolo

Sono scappato dai Federales

E sono rimasto nascosto per il resto della notte

   Voliamo altissimo, poi strisciamo per terra

E poi lo rifacciamo da capo perché lo sanno tutti quant’è bello perdere un po’ il controllo

   Viva la Mexico

Non sarò più la stessa persona una volta tornato a casa

Arriba, viva la Mexico

Ha superato le mie aspettative

Adesso non riesco a smettere di pensarci

   Qui in questo momento mi sento a casa

Ecco com’è essere giovani

Qui in questo momento mi sento a casa

Ecco com’è essere giovani

   Viva la Mexico

Non sarò più la stessa persona una volta tornato a casa

Arriba, viva la Mexico

Non sarò più la stessa persona una volta tornato a casa

Arriba, viva la Mexico

Ha superato le mie aspettative

Adesso non riesco a smettere di pensarci

       10. A Day to Remember – Only Money, traduzione

Solo i soldi

   Mi ha chiamato mia mamma e mi ha detto

“Si tratta della nonna

Mi dispiace, ma devo dirti che la nonna non c’è più”

Sono andato col pensiero a quando guardavo Tutti insieme appassionatamente in salotto da te prima che mi portassi a letto a leggermi qualcosa

   Adesso lo so, ma all’epoca no, che questi sono i momenti che fanno un uomo

Nessuno di noi aveva tanto, e tu mi hai fatto vedere cosa vuol dire

   Sono stati solo i soldi

Mi sono costati dei parenti

Mi sono costati degli amici

Sono stati solo i soldi

Non determinano che persona sono

Non posso fare finta

Mi hai insegnato il risentimento, il perdono

Qualunque sia la strada che si ha davanti

Mi hai insegnato il giudizio, che cos’è l’amore

Che la famiglia è la famiglia fino alla fine

Sono stati solo i soldi

   Qualche giorno prima avevo ricevuto un messaggio da mia zia che diceva che non stavi troppo bene

Ti abbiamo chiamata subito per farti vedere il bimbo che io e mia moglie avevamo appena messo al mondo

   Mi sono venuti i brividi quando ti ho salutata

Sapevo in qualche modo che era l’ultima volta

Di solito sono sempre via per lavoro, ma non c’è niente che valga la pena di perdersi certi ricordi

   Sono stati solo i soldi

Mi sono costati dei parenti

Mi sono costati degli amici

Sono stati solo i soldi

Non determinano che persona sono

Non posso fare finta

Mi hai insegnato il risentimento, il perdono

Qualunque sia la strada che si ha davanti

Mi hai insegnato il giudizio, che cos’è l’amore

Che la famiglia è la famiglia fino alla fine

Sono stati solo i soldi

Sono stati solo i soldi

   Se mi senti, ti immaginerò sempre seduta al piano a cantare le tue canzoni

Tu sappi che ci sono un sacco di lezioni che mi hai lasciato che mi porterò sempre dietro

   Sono stati solo i soldi

Mi sono costati dei parenti

Mi sono costati degli amici

Sono stati solo i soldi

Non determinano che persona sono

Non posso fare finta

Mi hai insegnato il risentimento, il perdono

Qualunque sia la strada che si ha davanti

Mi hai insegnato il giudizio, che cos’è l’amore

Che la famiglia è la famiglia fino alla fine

Sono stati solo i soldi

Sono stati solo i soldi

Sono stati solo i soldi

Sono stati solo i soldi

Sono stati solo i soldi

    11. A Day to Remember – Degenerates, traduzione

Depravati

   I miei amici sono dei depravati, ma non li cambierei mai

Bugiardi, imbroglioni e ipocriti

Non il tipo di persone da salvare

   Perché tendiamo a fare del male al prossimo?

A dividere tutti i libri in base alla copertina?

Come se non fosse già abbastanza difficile essere semplicemente me

O, per dire, io potrei riassumerti solo in base a quello che vedo?

Nella realtà ognuno è molto più complicato

   I miei amici sono dei depravati, ma non li cambierei mai

Bugiardi, imbroglioni e ipocriti

Non il tipo di persone da salvare… o almeno così dicono, così dicono

   Quello sguardo me lo lanciano più volte di quante me ne ricordi

Storci il naso mentre siamo a cena

Tipo “come fa quello a permettersi una cosa che voglio io?”

L’empatia l’hai venduta tutta quanta, dimmi quant’è costata

Il carattere è chi sei quando non c’è nessuno che guarda

   I miei amici sono dei depravati, ma non li cambierei mai

Bugiardi, imbroglioni e ipocriti

Non il tipo di persone da salvare… o almeno così dicono, così dicono

   Tipo un momento di verità che cerchi di tralasciare

Conseguenze che restano addosso per i giudizi che dai

Quando alla fine scopri che il depravato sei tu, ti arriva addosso come un mattone

   Come se non fosse già abbastanza difficile essere semplicemente me

O, per dire, io potrei riassumerti solo in base a quello che vedo?

   I miei amici sono dei depravati, ma non li cambierei mai

Bugiardi, imbroglioni e ipocriti

Non il tipo di persone da salvare… o almeno così dicono, così dicono

       12. A Day to Remember – Permanent, traduzione

Perenne

   Aspetta, è proprio perenne

Sempre a riorganizzarmi, non riesco a prendere impegni

La paura di un futuro che non posso prevedere non mi fa dormire la notte

Il futuro mi spaventa di brutto

   Si tratta di un ciclo che si ripete spesso, eccessivamente prevedibile

Si viene sopraffatti da questo processo di cambiamento

Finisce sempre prima ancora di cominciare

   Non è in mio controllo

Non ci ho guadagnato nulla

Vediamo quanto tempo passa prima che qualcuno si accorge che sto scappando

   Aspetta, è proprio perenne

Sempre a riorganizzarmi, non riesco a prendere impegni

La paura di un futuro che non posso prevedere non mi fa dormire la notte

Il futuro mi spaventa di brutto

   Giro come un disco che salta in continuazione

Tutto concentrato sulle crepe che non si sono neanche formate

In attesa di qualcosa che non arriverà mai

L’ennesima scusa per rimandare

   Non è in mio controllo

Non ci ho guadagnato nulla

Vediamo quanto tempo passa prima che qualcuno si accorge che sto scappando

   Aspetta, è proprio perenne

Sempre a riorganizzarmi, non riesco a prendere impegni

La paura di un futuro che non posso prevedere non mi fa dormire la notte

Il futuro mi spaventa di brutto

È proprio perenne

Sempre a riorganizzarmi, non riesco a prendere impegni

La paura di un futuro che non posso prevedere non mi fa dormire la notte

Il futuro mi spaventa di brutto

   Ecco chi sono quando non c’è nessuno che guarda

Difetti caratteriali congelati dalle mie opzioni

Non tocco nulla perché l’insuccesso è contagioso

Al sicuro dai tuoi giudizi perché faccio quello che dici

   Aspetta, è proprio perenne

Sempre a riorganizzarmi, non riesco a prendere impegni

La paura di un futuro che non posso prevedere non mi fa dormire la notte

Il futuro mi spaventa di brutto

È proprio perenne

Sempre a riorganizzarmi, non riesco a prendere impegni

La paura di un futuro che non posso prevedere non mi fa dormire la notte

Il futuro mi spaventa di brutto

Il futuro mi spaventa di brutto

Il futuro mi spaventa di brutto

Il futuro mi spaventa di brutto

       13. A Day to Remember – Re-Entry, traduzione

Rientro nel mondo

   Queste notti sono lunghe qua nella mia gabbia

Mi dicono tutti di comportarmi da persona adulta

Quanto tempo che non sento il contatto col mio letto

Nella testa mi scorrono le immagini dei miei errori

Dormendo in questa bara continuo a svegliarmi

Non bevo troppo: bevo il giusto

   Voglio solo andare

Voglio solo andare a casa

Voglio solo andare

Voglio solo andare a casa

   Un abito a tre pezzi è come una gabbia a tre pezzi

La postazione di lavoro della nostra età moderna

Sembra estraneo, alieno come me

Sfondo quest’ansia da rientro nel mondo

Due settimane per decomprimere, poi comincio a sentire quel prurito

Devo preparare la valigia e ripartire

   Voglio solo andare

Voglio solo andare a casa

Voglio solo andare

Voglio solo andare a casa

   E non so quand’è che ritornerò

Ho quest’insofferenza a stare chiuso dentro che non finisce mai

E non so quand’è che ritornerò

Ho quest’insofferenza a stare chiuso dentro che non finisce mai

E non so quand’è che ritornerò

Ho quest’insofferenza a stare chiuso dentro che non finisce mai

E non so quand’è che ritornerò

Ho quest’insofferenza a stare chiuso dentro che non finisce mai

Voglio solo andare a casa

   Voglio solo andare

Voglio solo andare a casa

Voglio solo andare

Voglio solo andare a casa

Voglio solo andare a casa

Voglio solo andare a casa

       14. A Day to Remember – Everything We Need, traduzione

Tutto quello che ci serve

   A una certa velocità in autostrada sembra tutto uguale

Quel verde sfocato mi aiuta a meditare quando è sempre tutto in cambiamento

   Faccio i 200 all’ora sull’I-75, 75, 75 giusto per vedere se sono vivo o morto, vivo o morto, vivo o morto

   Perché io so di avere te e tu sai di avere me

Abbiamo tutto quello che ci serve

Abbiamo tutto quello che ci serve

Io so di avere te e tu sai di avere me

Abbiamo tutto quello che ci serve

Abbiamo tutto quello che ci serve

   Ho girato a destra sul vialone per vedere il posto dove ci trovavamo sempre

È tutto scalcinato come ognuno di noi, ma basta dare una mano di vernice

   Faccio i 200 all’ora sull’I-75, 75, 75 giusto per vedere se sono vivo o morto, vivo o morto, vivo o morto

   Perché io so di avere te e tu sai di avere me

Abbiamo tutto quello che ci serve

Abbiamo tutto quello che ci serve

Io so di avere te e tu sai di avere me

Abbiamo tutto quello che ci serve

Abbiamo tutto quello che ci serve

   Quando ho la mente che va a mille, beh, ho solo bisogno di un po’ di isolamento a quattro ruote

Perché lo sa il cielo che non me la posso permettere quella vacanza

E dalla cantina non si vede la skyline

Già, tu me lo ricordi sempre

Già, tu me lo ricordi sempre

   Io so di avere te e tu sai di avere me

Abbiamo tutto quello che ci serve

Abbiamo tutto quello che ci serve

Io so di avere te e tu sai di avere me

Abbiamo tutto quello che ci serve

Abbiamo tutto quello che ci serve

[angstylittleguy]

In Which Everything Goes Wonderfully Wrong

A collection of one-shots involving a group of people with unwanted abilities trying to find a way to make living a little easier.

Characters:

-> moodboards and introductions

Rory Estrada // Mind-Reader. (art) Bennett Haltiwanger // Time Loop. (art) Josiah Lowell // Invisibility. (art) Dalton Richards // Size Shifter. (art) Meiling Zhao // Super Speed. (art)

Excerpts (in chronological order):

In Which Everything Goes Wonderfully Wrong: An introduction to Rory's mind reading ability and how she used it to find people just like her. The Elevator: part 1: The first meeting between Rory and Bennett. He seeks her help when he finds himself trapped in a time loop. The Elevator: part 2: The second part of Rory and Bennett's first meeting. They work together to end Bennett's time loop. Brewing Thoughts: Rory and Bennett have a heart-to-heart following their risky plan to stop Bennett's time loop. Claustrophobia: The awkward first meeting between Rory and Dalton. She discovers him having a major growth spurt in an empty lecture room at their university and gets trapped in the room with him. (Coming Soon) Boundaries: After meeting Dalton, Rory finally convinces him to meet Bennett, whose excitement and curiosity is too much for Dalton to handle. Broken: The first time Dalton shrinks in front of Bennett. The experience leaves him injured and mistrusting of Bennett, who doesn't quite understand what he's done wrong. The Rift: After Rory rescues Dalton from a too-curious Bennett, Dalton reveals his newly-formed opinion of him, which leaves a divide in the group. Fractured Reflections: An introduction to Josiah and his ability. After unwillingly bailing on Bennett and their plans to get dinner, Josiah is left alone in their dorm, invisible and afraid. (Coming Soon) Revealed: Bennett talks to Rory and Dalton about his roommate, Josiah. He thinks he's been a bad friend to him. They encourage him to talk to Josiah, only for Bennett to walk in on a secret Josiah has been trying to keep. The Sink Incident: Bennett and Dalton are hanging out when Dalton experiences a shrinking spell and falls into the sink. Dalton's Drawings: Bennett finds Dalton sulking under his bed nearly 5 inches tall, all because he got upset over something he drew. Familiar ground is reached between the two boys. Rory's Journal: Rory has a conversation with Dalton about their abilities and she worries about the effect they are having on her memory. The 53rd Day: Bennett is trapped in a time loop. Every day, Dalton has a public growth spurt, leaving Bennett to scramble to try to prevent it. Day 94: Bennett, still trapped in the time-loop, meets Meiling, who offers to help. (Coming Soon) Day 101: Bennett attempts to involve Rory in his time loop, explaining to her everything he's learned about Dalton, the loop, and the mysterious character he hasn't seen in a few days. (Coming Soon) The End of a Loop: Bennett is finally free from a time loop that lasted nearly seven months, and after those months of repetition, he has to learn how to live with a choice he can't redo tomorrow. Like A Moth to A Flame: Bennett has a nightmare about his abilities. (Coming Soon) Pushed Too Far: Dalton and Rory have an argument about his abilities, triggering a growth spurt that leaves both characters feeling bad about what had just transpired.

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[how-a-potato]

imagine being a mind reader and trying to get some important information from me.

And all u get is me cycling though my memory for that one song, I vaguely heard the rhythm of while walking somewhere that morning, like a glitching playlist

[notyournanny]

Can anyone recommend a manga with mindreaders as protagonists??

Can be any type: manga, manhwa, comic, bl, gl, comedy, horror, etc...

🙏🏻🥺

[skylarmoon71]

Patrick Jane (Mentalist) - Extra

“W-We have to get to work.”

Nothing is ever simple with Patrick Jane. You intended to just enjoy a calm morning. It started out so innocent. You came down to make some breakfast after another planned movie night. But Jane had other plans.

“I’ll be quick.”

When he smirked you knew that was a complete lie.

As much as you were protesting, you weren’t giving much resistance, especially since he had you laying flat on your dining table where you really shouldn’t be doing this.

“J-Jane w-wait we’re going to break something.”

He pushed the vase right off the table and you just stared as the glass shattered.

“I was counting on it.”

He climbed on top, parting your thighs and you moaned when he grinded his body into you.

So much for a quiet morning.

~

“We’re here!”

Lisbon turned, taking in the frazzled way you ran through the entrance. Jane strolled in after looking more than satisfied.

“Sorry we’re late. We got a little delayed.”

They didn’t need the particulars, his smile was way too suggestive.

“Anyway, what’s the case boss?”

You needed to divert their attention.

Lisbon was quick to fill you in. Jane had sneakily made it to your side, nodding every now and then just to show that he was paying attention. His hand was on your shoulder, an innocent enough placement if not for the thoughts that slipped through.

“We should try a different position tonight, I’m curious to see how you look bent over.”

The blush was impossible to hide and you forced yourself not to let a sound out. Shifting on your leg, you tried to casually shrug his hand off. He really was a piece of work, getting you excited in a place like this. His hand moved as intended, and you bit back a gasp when he drifted south. He gives you an encouraging squeeze, chuckling just low enough for you to hear. It really didn’t help that you choose today of all days to wear a skirt.

“Is this better?”

You cursed and Lisbon looked over.

“What’s wrong, did you remember something?”

All eyes moved to you, and Jane just grinned, waiting for what cover you would use. His hand was still in a very delicate place.

“Yes, please share with the class.” Jane urged.

“I-It’s nothing. Sorry I thought I recognized the name.”

Lisbon nodded.

“No worries, we’ll find something soon. Let’s just stay on top of it.”

The group dispersed and you turned to Jane.

“Something the matter?”

He was being cheeky.

“S-Stop messing with me, it’s driving me crazy.”

“That’s the intention.”

“Jane, I'm serious.” 

You tried to be authoritative, but it just came off as cute. He took your hand.

“I’m sorry, but it’s my job as your lover to ruin you in the best way. I can’t help myself. That first night was like a drug. You looked so beautiful, writhing beneath me. I’m addicted.”

He lifted your hand, leaving a kiss and the redness returned to your cheeks as you did your best to remain professional given your circumstances.

“Tonight can’t come soon enough.”

He said nothing more, turning to head to Lisbon’s office.

How the hell did he expect you to last till tonight?

It was almost impossible, but you pushed through. Each hour a new fact would arise, so you at least have a distraction.

Lisbon had not been oblivious, she figured out what was going on when she walked in at one point and saw Jane whispering to you. It explained the redness that ran straight to the tips of your ears.

He must have realized he was caught, because he tried to play it off, walking past Lisbon.

“Those little games you’re playing on (L/N) are going to come back to bite you in the butt.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Jane denied.

“Sure you don’t.”

Lisbon didn’t believe him for a second.

He went about his day as usual, going through the facts, visiting potential suspects. All in all it was a pretty productive day. By the time everyone was preparing to leave you, you explained that you needed to use the bathroom. So he waited patiently in your car, humming a tune in his head as he pictured all the ways he could make you blush like a virgin.

He glanced over when he heard your boots approaching. You slipped right into the driver’s seat and he turned to you with that smile.

“Ready to go.”

He didn’t get a response, and when you looked over he swallowed at your lust filled eyes. You leaned in, pressing a searing kiss to his lips. One hand moved to the dashboard, the other fighting to rip his seatbelt off when he realized you weren’t slowing down. You pulled back, chest rising quickly and he recognized at that point that you were in no shape to make it home unless your needs were tended to.

You climbed into his seat, straddling his waist and he barely had the chance to say a word. You were groping every inch of his body. He was thankful that he’d managed to get the seatbelt off. Your hands moved to his belt buckle and he complied, pulling his shirt out of his pants to help you along. Now you were actually happy that you’d decided to wear a skirt. He hiked it up the second he freed himself from his pants and you lowered with a desperate and shaky breath. His moan was low and you clenched your eyes at the sensation that invaded your senses.

“Wow..”

His heart was racing beneath your fingertips and he smiled against your lips at your little mutter.

“Not as innocent as I thought, agent.”

He liked it, how much you craved him. You couldn’t seem to think straight when he was around. This was just another demonstration. You rocked your hips, and when you got into a rhythm, he followed, his moans as heavy as yours. You were bouncing lightly as he gripped your thighs, insistent on driving into you. The angle felt amazing. You were barely holding it together.

You were close.

His fingers gripped into your skin, and when he pulled you in for another kiss, your orgasm came rushing through. Your fingers gripped into his suit that was in disarray as he rode out his own release.

It came just as intensely as your own, and when you both came down, you pressed your head on his shoulder, doing your best to even out your breaths.

Jane was laughing under his breath, kissing your cheek.

“Bad girl.”

Just two words and you were excited again.

His goal must be to destroy you with all this pleasure.

It felt like it was working. 

[speakinc]

The Mind-Bending Magic of Colin Cloud

Have you ever witnessed the incredible feats of mentalism and deduction that Colin Cloud performs? Known as the “Real Life Sherlock Holmes,” Colin Cloud has amazed audiences worldwide with his uncanny ability to read minds, predict outcomes, and reveal hidden truths.

Combining his skills as a forensic scientist with his natural showmanship, Colin creates unforgettable experiences that leave you questioning the boundaries of possibility.

From his mesmerizing performances on America’s Got Talent to his sold-out shows around the globe, Colin Cloud continues to push the envelope of what we believe is achievable. His shows are not just about magic; they are a deep dive into the human psyche, exploring the power of perception and the mysteries of the mind.

💫 Colin Cloud: The Modern-Day Sherlock Colin’s background in forensic investigation and his passion for Sherlock Holmes inspired him to develop a unique blend of mind-reading and deductive reasoning. His performances are a seamless fusion of psychology, observation, and illusion, making each show a mind-blowing experience.

🌟 Unforgettable Performances Whether he’s predicting your next move or revealing your innermost thoughts, Colin Cloud’s shows are filled with jaw-dropping moments. He has a way of connecting with his audience that is both intimate and awe-inspiring, making you feel like you are part of something truly magical.

🧠 The Science of Deduction Colin’s methods are rooted in the science of human behavior. He uses subtle cues, body language, and psychological principles to perform what seems like real-life magic. His ability to observe and analyze makes him not just a performer but a master of his craft.

✨ Join the Conversation Have you ever seen Colin Cloud perform? What was the most mind-blowing moment you experienced? Share your thoughts and let’s discuss the wonders of this modern-day mentalist!