#Narci Needs Therapy

[narxcisse]

(((( I made this fanfic halfway through, but I'm too shy to post it, and I don't know how to finish it either, since I've never made one before. I love your writing, so I'm sharing this idea with you in case you want to use it to make one or post it. ))))

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The sun was beginning to set over Piltover, painting the horizon with shades of orange and gold. Reader stood at the door of the laboratory, your suitcase packed, ready to embark on a six-month journey away from the city. Jayce was leaning against one of the columns, looking at you with a serious expression, but not hiding a slight discomfort.

Jayce: "Take care out there. And don't try anything too impulsive, okay?" ( he said, forcing a smile.)

((Viktor, always more reserved, was adjusting one of the devices on his desk. He glanced over his shoulder, his glasses slipping slightly, but quickly returned to his task.))

Viktor: "Yes, and I hope the experience is... worthwhile." — Viktor replied, his voice lacking its usual warmth, but there was a slight concern in his eyes.

((Reader chuckled, trying to ease the tension in the air. The farewell wasn't easy for anyone, and you knew you were leaving an impression on both of them. But to lighten the mood, you decided to do something a bit bolder.))

Reader: "Oh, of course. But don't forget, boys..." (Reader paused, smiling mischievously.) "Don't destroy the world while I'm gone, alright?"

(Jayce raised an eyebrow, trying to hide a smile.)

Jayce: "Haha, very funny, Reader... We always manage to keep things under control most of the time, right, Viktor?" (he said, attempting to disguise the tension in his voice.)

((Viktor simply shook his head, but you noticed a faint color on his cheeks. Something you hadn't seen before.))

Reader: "I hope so... But, since I'll miss you, maybe I'll leave something for you to remember me by..." (Reader gave a playful smile, pulling them into a group hug and planting a kiss on both of their cheeks.)

((The silence that followed was uncomfortable. Jayce looked away, trying to maintain his composure, while Viktor, for a moment, seemed to completely forget his usual serious demeanor. Both were blushing, and both knew that, despite their attempts to deny it, something greater was happening between you.))

Jayce: "Get going. We don't have time for flirting right now." (Jayce said, trying to make his voice sound stern, but the soft laugh that escaped his lips betrayed him.)

Reader: "I'm not flirting." (Reader gave him a questioning look, not understanding, before picking up your suitcase and walking towards the door.)

((Viktor stayed silent, his gaze distant, almost lost, as if he was still absorbing every word you had said.))

((As you stepped out the door, you glanced back at both of them. They were standing there, unsure of what to do with their feelings. But in the back of their minds, one thought lingered: maybe it was time to admit what they were feeling before you returned.))

.......

The air in Piltover was heavier than ever. The city, marked by war and destruction, no longer seemed the same. Upon entering the laboratory, the changes in the two men you knew were palpable. Viktor and Jayce were no longer the same, neither physically nor emotionally. The weight of the past, the war, and the choices made were etched on their faces.

Viktor, who had once been a cold and calculating genius, now seemed more like a machine than a man. His eyes were dark, but there was something profoundly human behind the metal that dominated his figure. He was partially altered by the Arcane, a shadow of what he once was, but still a shadow of some unknown emotion.

Jayce, on the other hand, had a more unhinged air. The heat of battle still burned on his skin, and the paranoid look of someone who no longer knew who to trust was always present. His hair, now longer and disheveled, gave him the appearance of a man who barely knew where sanity ended and madness began. After surviving the Hexcore explosion, he seemed even more lost. The war had transformed him, and he no longer knew who to trust. He only knew one thing: he needed reader and had to protect you from Viktor. And when you arrived, it was like a storm amidst a minefield of emotions.

Viktor: "[Reader], you’re back." (His voice was robotic, but with a touch of tenderness that mixed with what remained of his being. His eyes were as distant as before, but there was a weakness in them, a dependency that hadn't been there before.)

((Reader shuddered upon seeing the man who had once been a brilliant genius, now lost in his own creation. He no longer seemed like the cold, calculating Viktor, but someone desperately trying to cling to what remained of his humanity.))

((Jayce appeared shortly after, his insane eyes more visible than ever, his body tense as if any movement was a threat. But when you saw him, you realized he was no longer the man he used to be. He looked broken, his emotions a mix of rage, fear, and imbalance, more wild than ever. His gaze was frantic, as if searching for something to hold onto. He rushed towards you, his voice tinged with a silent desperation.))

Reader: "Viktor? Jayce? What happened to you? What happened to the city? What the hell is going on..." (Reader was interrupted and ignored by the two men.)

Jayce: "I... I need to talk to you." His voice trembled, and he looked at Viktor with distrust, as if seeing the very shadow of what Viktor had done. "Let’s go somewhere private. I need to tell you what happened. Especially, away from him."

((The tension in the air increased. You didn’t know what to do, but something in Jayce’s look made him seem more vulnerable than ever. He was no longer the leader reader knew, but someone desperate, wanting to protect you from Viktor, who now seemed like a threat.))

Jayce: (Whispering to himself) "Yes, especially away from him... I have to get [Reader] out of here," Viktor, even without access to the Arcane, is dangerous. No! No, [Reader] will understand. He can’t be trusted anymore." (Jayce didn’t trust Viktor, even if the Counselors did, despite everything he had done.)

Reader: "Huh?? Why?" (Reader looks at Jayce, concerned, seeing her friend talking to himself and whispering...)

Viktor: (Viktor calmly looked, his mechanical hand extending towards the reader to gently pat their head, then placing his hand on their chin and turning to face Jayce)

Viktor: "You’re wrong, Jayce. I’m the only one who understands what needs to be done. I know I forced the Glorious Evolution, that I made wrong choices, but that doesn’t change how I see the world. What I did, I did for you, for us." His eyes turned to you, and there was something there. "I’ve always loved you, [Reader]. A part of me, still human, lives inside me, and that part still loves you."

Jayce: (Jayce seemed on the verge of exploding) "You don’t understand, Viktor!" He almost shouted but held back. "I need to protect [Reader] from you!"

Anon... YOU ATE

I might use your idea but I feel like it would lose the original essence. 😞 I definitely encourage you to finish it on your own and publish it! This is too good to even try to use it. 😭! If I were you I would do an open ending /hsrs (exclaimed the one who almost always does open endings lol) You can also try to end it with suspense... I think all writers start by making endings like that. 🤨

Tag me if you upload it! Ily Anon, thank u for trusting me. 💗 /nr /p

[realityhelixcreates]

I'm probably bothering you a lot, feel free to not answer, just wanted to use the ask game you reblogged for some free real state information on Nash. How and why does Nash have the spirit of lust living in him? I have theories... But I feel I'm probably making up too crazy scenarios? I won't say what my theory is but... Does it have to do with whatever Narci did to him? (I've connected the dots, I haven't connected shit). Also, what happened with his father? Puzzles killed him right?

And How does Helix feel about detective? Can you tell us more about detective?

Detective is the start of everything. Detective is why any of them know each other. They would have all found out that there were multiple worlds eventually, but they might not have actually found each other. But because of their visions, Detective was the one who went out specifically trying to find other Riddlers and bring them together.

In the DC universe there exist these special places called Lazarus Pits: areas where natural chemical reactions basically create a concoction that can cure anything, even death. Kinda like the natural acid lakes in Java, except instead of acid, it's a health potion.

One of these exists far underneath Gotham City. They can be very dangerous places to get to, because they are jealously guarded by the minions of another villain. All of our Riddlers know about it, but only three have ever been down there, Detective being the first.

The stuff in the pit will cure anything, but It'll kill a healthy person. For those it heals, it confers an extended lifespan and restores youth, but it also bestows a temporary madness. In the Detective's case, it gave them visions, and made them look younger.

Despite this, Detective is one of the oldest Riddlers, having been born in 1970, and starting their criminal career at 29. Though they were a villain for almost 14 years, they were only responsible for 2 deaths (actually 3, but no one knows about the third one). They've simply always been a more even-handed person. They can and will hurt people if they feel like they have to, but personal violence is a last resort.

Detective was not always spiritual or mystical, but they did always believe that the mind could be expanded beyond its current confines, which led them to a successful career as a computer programmer, puzzle maker, and game designer, later breaking into internet infrastructure, virtual reality, and AI. And if they hadn't come across their predatory boss, everything would have been just fine!

But that's not what happened.

Detective has always been fairly obsessed with their appearance, to the point where they get distracted if they think there is something 'wrong' with how they look. They sometimes extend this to the people they are around, tidying hair, straightening lapels, brushing dust, giving advice. They are not touch adverse at all. Some of the others are fine with letting them fuss, but others (Puzzles, it's Puzzles) really don't like it. They try to do it anyway. It's a compulsion.

Their habit of mothering others also stems from this compulsion, a need to constantly be 'improving' everything about and around them. It's part of a complex set of protective behaviors they developed in their childhood.

Detective is the only Riddler for whom therapy was actually successful. Their feelings of being somehow 'wrong' or 'imperfect' lessened significantly once they came to the understanding that they weren't actually a man.

They don't lie. This is also a compulsion. However, they don't have to be completely honest either, and can twist words and omit information as they see fit. But they can't bring themselves to directly lie.

Detective and Helix actually get along really well! Even, and perhaps especially after she takes Narci in. Helix can't see visions like Detective, and Detective can't get outside the Nexus, like she can, so they both have plenty of things to talk about, that the others don't really share. She is also very willing to let them fuss over her.

Detective is partnered with Jervis Tetch, another reformed villain. they have been together for a long time now, and are very sweet.

Detective is medium height and thin, in a soft way rather than a bony way. They're pale, with a rosy undertone, with bright red-orange hair, and olive green eyes. They have no visible scars, and are a proficient makeup artist.

Once they gave up being the Riddler, they pivoted into being a private detective, unraveling riddles instead. They will still pose riddles to others, but only if asked, and there are never any stakes involved.

As with all Riddlers, Detectives father was a real piece of shit, and he was a piece of shit in a 1970's way, so you can understand why it took so long for Detective to come to realize their genderfluid status. Their mother was caring however, though she also suffered under her husbands awful behavior. The fate of Detective's parents is unknown.

Detective wants children, but being a felon, even a reformed one, means they are not allowed to adopt. Instead, they gathered a whole family of themselves.

As for Nash...that is such a long story that it's gonna need it's own post.

[sheknewnothing]

Hello, I am Narci.

 When having an idealized perception of love goes wrong. Every since I was young I could remember this fascination with love. What is it? How do you get it? How do you give it? Is it possible for me to have it? Is it necessary for marriage? I’d watch movies, read books, and talk to others about love. Then love blossomed to romance, relationships, heartbreak, despair, manipulation, and eventually doubt. 

I’m currently 27 and I truly believe I’ve never really loved anyone. I’ve been in A LOT of relationships. I’ve said, “I love you” plenty of times, but I’m not sure if I knew exactly what it meant or entailed. As I learn more about myself and the traits I possess I find myself having deep attachment issues. I grew up in a very conditional love household. Where it felt your success and good behavior is the only way to receive love and support. If you stepped out of the mold assigned (most times assigned by my parents), you faced chastisement, aggression, and deliberate coldness. 

I adopted those same patterns when it came to “loving” people. My “love” was extremely conditional. I also learned how to pretend to be perfect for my partner. Conceal the full me to receive this token of their affection, attention, and title of girlfriend. The goddess pedestal. The dream girl mirage. My superpower was to morph into whatever and whomever you needed me to be momentarily. The emotional shape-shifter who matched whatever energy you gave her, but never had courage to have her own emotions ( or at least share them openly). 

I found out that I am a love bomber. A characteristic trait of a narcissist.

    Me?! Aligned with narcissism. I assumed a narcissist was someone with an inflated ego and someone who had nefarious intentions. Instantly, I thought I couldn’t be that. I had low self esteem and just wanted to be loved. How could such a demonizing word like narcissist be parallel to me? It wasn’t until I did some research and deep internal reflection that I realized that the title accurately described me. 

Well what is Narcissistic Personality Disorder? According to my cute google search,  “Symptoms include an excessive need for admiration, disregard for others' feelings, an inability to handle any criticism, and a sense of entitlement.”

Mayo Clinic has a very informative description of NPD. 

https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/narcissistic-personality-disorder/symptoms-causes/syc-20366662

Left in complete shock, but desperate for answers I decided to be transparent for the first time. My natural inclination to solving this problem was to isolate myself from social interactions. Maybe if I avoided interactions with people and stuck to myself I would be performing a noble act of protection from my corruption. It sounds nice, but was it practical. Then it started to sink in that I had fostered so many relationships with people. That I actually don’t know how to say, “Hey I’m a narcissist and out of deep care for you I must leave and never talk to you again. Why? Because essentially I’m a fucked up person who is incapable of fostering real and meaningful relationships without emotional and mental abuse.”  Yikes! 

Running away from confrontation is a natural habit I would like to break. This year I told my “friends” the worst lies and things I’ve done. It was extremely tough to expose myself, but I got tired of keeping up the facade. I was hurting inside knowing that I was being deceitful to people who have been kind to me. The self loathing was eating me from the inside out. I tried ghosting and fading out, but for what ever reason I got warped back into communication. A small part of me hoped that me exposing that I was a monster would make them distance themselves from me, but for whatever reason they are still here. I know many of you think I should be grateful to have friends like this, but honestly it makes feel scared and unworthy. 

I understand I have control problems. As much as I want to dictate the roles and actions of people I can’t. This desperate need to be seen as perfect, secure, and valuable is suffocating. It’s damaging and harmful not only to others, but to me as well. I wish I had the answers and quick fix, but I don’t. I’m currently undergoing therapy, but to be honest I feel like I should be doing a lot more. Most likely that’s the perfectionist talking. I will say that I need to actually learn more about accepting realness over fantasy.  I’m gonna talk more about this in detail, but for now thank you for reading.

-sheknewnothing aka Aishat.

[fcllenflowers]

“It is pretty late at night for a visit.”

*Flowey’s words seem to have a thin echo, barely noticeable despite the human’s heightened sense of hearing. They stand at the door expectantly, hand resting on their exposed thigh. The scar over its length is a monument for both individuals, though they’d experienced its acquiring very differently; Steel in agony strong enough to fire up their insides and Narcissus safe in his pot, away from the battlefield. Still, it bonded them together, that past. Narcissus often thought it was some perverted sentiment that kept the human from ripping him straight out of his soil. Others he thought his human simply did not care enough to pay the consequences.

*Steel’s breath broke the silence. It was a long, deep inhalation and a quick, muffled sigh. Scratchy voice was heard alongside their first few, quiet footsteps into the room.

“I have a proposal.”

*They gently closed the door behind them, despite their knowing that it was just them and Flowey in the apartment. Crimson was at work. This was a great opportunity to talk.

“Do you remember my friend, that brought that cat in with me the other day? Margot?”

*They paused, despite being well aware of the fact Narcissus would remember Prince. Narcissus rarely forgot a face; it had to be something related to his monstrous nature.

“Charlotte’s brother. He had this idea and he might need your help.”

*They paused again to make a quick half-run to the window and pull the blinds closed. The room was full of carbon dioxide and they knew they couldn’t stay long like that. A plant as big as Narcissus produced a lot of fumes at night and Steel sometimes thought these weren’t normal fumes at all. Perhaps because he’d mentioned being born in a lab. Despite that thought, they continued in the same monotone, raspy voice.

“He’s got some science plan or whatever. It involves ripping someone’s soul out. He says he’ll give you something in reward if you do it. I’m not sure what it is. But I’ll give you his number so you can ask.”

*Of course they’d have to play dumb about that. Their deadpan expression made it hard to tell they were lying to his face, even for Narcissus. But if Steel repeated the lie Prince was supposed to say; the promise that they’d give him a whole RED SOUL, Narci definitely wouldn’t buy it. Because he’d have to secretly agree with Prince to get that kind of soul. If Steel found out, the natural thing to do would be to disagree; with a DETERMINATION soul he could rival their amounts of DT and probably surpass them too. That wouldn’t do.

*After a small gap, Narcissus’ voice broke the silence.

“That’s not a proposal at all. That is a proposition. Proposal is used to talk about a complete plan proposed to an individual to consider. What you just described sounds more like a business offer. In that case we use ‘proposition’.”

*The human seemed to disregard his rambling and casually made their way to the other side of the room, where they picked up the watering dish and scooped some fertilizer out of a big, green bag. They let Flowey soak in his thoughts first. They knew he wouldn’t agree to anything that’d contain a high risk for, unlike them; he was a coward.

“Either way that’s not my point. My point is Charlotte talks too much.”

*Steel begun again, turning around with the dish and heading towards the pot in slow steps, careful not to spill a single drop of soil on Narci’s carpet.

“Talks too much and plants ideas in his head. Shit ‘bout lockin’ me up, maybe, maybe therapy even. The other day I overheard him talkin’ to her about us again, ‘bout how he wishes he could just leave here and go live with her. And we can’t have that. For a plenty of reasons.”

*They lifted the dish over Narcissus’ soil and carefully started spilling the fertilizer around, making sure to keep it perfectly neat.

“For one, because Crimson is where we put the Chara. And as we learned the other day, what we thought was dead is apparently just hibernating inside of him. Maybe he’s a demon, or possessed, but if that shit starts goin’ ‘round you an’ I we’re both screwed, friend.”

*Narcissus didn’t seem to want to respond to that, but they could see the small frown on his pollen. He was thinking about it, they knew he was. It encouraged them to continue. They emptied the dish’s contents and made sure to wipe the round of his pot with their sleeve before placing the dish back where it belonged and sealing the bag tight.

“Anyway, I dun’ wanna bother you too much. I’m gon’ text you Prince’s number but it’s kinda up to you to join anyway, right? Ain’t gon’ tell you what to do.”

[narxcisse]

Now I understand those toxic JayVik fans who demonize Mel bc the person I like is dating someone I dont like at all and is forgetting about me. 🙄 /hj

They also have more money than me (latamcore lol) and to top it off, I'm still recovering from my femoral anteversion surgery on my right leg... Do u know who else has something similar? VIKTOR 😭😭😭

Pls don't take this seriously, Mel is my bbg I love her sm

[narxcisse]

Viktor before Arca 🙄

Viktor after Arca 💋

[narxcisse]

Sigh, bro I want to write for Arcane s2 but I personally NEED to finish all the chapters, analyze and make notes, but my subscription ended over a week ago and I refuse to see any summary in yt 😭

[narxcisse]

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