#desoriented

[sowhumpful]

[chicademartinica]

At this point in the story fam, I had to take a walk I was taking things PERSONALLY.

[charlotte-of-wales]

seeing some of these met gala looks…..Meghan in an ivory embellished gown with a cape would fit right in.

[natalias-pierogi]

Silently judging my gfs mom for not rushing their 15 yo dog to the vet rn

[glitter-stained]

Okay but wouldn't it have been funny if Jason came back to life and just straight up told the truth

Like, I understand why that's a terrible idea (we don't want Ra's al ghul wannabe immortality enthusiasts targeting traumatized innocent civilian Jason Todd who has "easy prey" written on his forehead) but still, this is a world in which people have come back to life several times, the mystery of Jason's resurrection is mysterious, but it's not unbelievable, and nothing about it compromises the bats. I can so see it backfire on him too.

Picture this:

Jason: What's the funniest way I can come back to life?

Duke: Tell the truth.

Jason: ??

Duke: Like, leave the compromising bits out obviously, but other than that, be 100% honest. They'll never believe you, and it's gonna drive Bruce crazy. With a little luck, we can get the vein on his forehead to jut out.

*****

Later:

Interviewer: So, why did you fake your death?

Jason, trained spy, theatre kid, shakespeare nerd extraordinaire: *puts on his traumatized young man face*

Jason: *ashened complexion*

Jason : *knee trembles*

Jason: *hand wraps around a rope burn scar around his wrist like reminding himself the rope is not there* (he let himself get kidnapped by BM's men to destroy that base of operations a week ago)

Bruce: Oh no

Jason: I know this is gonna sound crazy, but I did die. I don't - I remember it very well. I went to Ethiopia to find my birth mother in the hopes of learning to know her, but she took advantage of the situation to traffic me to- to a dangerous sociopath. He tortured me for hours, then turned on her, tied us up and left us to die in the explosion. I'm not sure how I came back... I woke up in my coffin, and then, well. I just dug my way up.

Interviewer: But why only come back to the public eye now?

Jason: Before I could make it home, I was taken in by a cult... They found me desoriented in the streets and I don't know, I guess they decided to take advantage. I... Sorry. Sorry, I'm not trying to- I didn't mean to cry. Um, please just-yeah. It's been a couple of difficult years, I guess.

Interviewer: I understand, this must have been very difficult for you. Thank you so much for sharing this with us, and I think I speak for all of Gotham when I say we believe you, support you, and are very relieved and happy you finally came home.

Jason: I'm sorry what?

The crowd: *enthusiastic noises of agreement*

Jason: what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck

Duke: lmao I can't believe that worked

[pikslasrce]

the way a hangover is virtually indistinguishable from most of my mornings.....

[dagasinfilo]

>:(((((( why is df crashing so fucking much today.

[lurukifennecfox]

i had an idea that while Halfas can die and become full ghosts it is still hard to kill them

in ghost form the can get survive same as full ghosts (even if the get their head cut off they can just put it back in place) so they are basically immortal-ish there.

in human form they are way more durable than average human but still. they can get hurt more meaningfully than in ghost form and still feel pain so can't exactly shrug it off.

as such they instinctively transform if the damage is bad enough to risk their lives and because the injuries translate to forms if the injuries in ghost form are bad enough they get that block on transforming back to human like you'd get if you tried to put your hand in boiling water.

you can but your survival instincts say nu-huh so you just don't.

my brain also gave me a scene(incomplete and in video format so that's what you get)

** Danny in human form, for whatever reason there happens an explosion near and he's startled and getting, well, blown off so he's hurt from the explosion and mid-flight transforms into Phantom (no one could see that because there's still a ton of fire happening from literally explosion taking place?). **

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Danny is desoriented and kinda not feelin' it because duh.

"Ugh" he gets up into a sitting position and finds himself in ghost form, confused, he must have transformed and haven't noticed somehow? someone is calling him.

"Phantom!" someone staggers closer clearly panicked and limping, which makes sense considering the current situation.

"Phantom what happened?? i saw Danny there is he okay???"

Phantom panics a little himself and kinda hysterically laughs "i hope so!" then takes an unnecessary breath to calm down and explains hurriedly standing to his feet. "i portaled him to my lair so he should-"

he was interrupted by the person he was talking to "oh Ancients! are you okay??"

he looks down to where the person is looking to find out he very much looks blown up at the moment exept in green... which he hadn't noticed before and the sight makes him queasy.

he knows he will heal up in a few hours tho, or a day? depends. ouff that hand looks like it barely hangs on how did he use it to prop himself up??? "at least everything's attached, eh it'll be fine in a few hours"

he elects to not think about it and better think about whether or not it's too traumatising to see for him to check up on other people who were in radius (not as close as him, hopefully no casualties)

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he will freak out later thinking he actually fully died, because he tried to transform back and couldn't (boiling water thing), but nope he just didn't wait long enough for his body to stich together the very important internal organs.

he should just wait and idk? go socialise since he doesn't look gorey anymore.

[vectorisheree]

Virus!Eclipse design for my fic 'And So It Goes'

Design notes under the cut ^^

Eclipse is mainly based on Baloon World Eclipse as well as the Puppet and MXES. It is primarily red to contrast with MXES since it's a virus and MXES is some sort of protection code

Eclipse is red instead of purple to differentiate between when animatronics are possessed by the vanny virus vs when their possessed by Eclipse itself

I like to imagine all dca variants have paws. The idea of them having human feet scares me

I've always associated this kind of long tailcoat with a corset (or corset like clothing) with bunnies for some reason. No idea where that idea's from, maybe becuse they kind of look like rabbit ears

Eclipse has bells attached to his ribbons but you can't really see them from that angle

Eclipse has faint hypnosis swirls in his lure state so that people can't really tell what's happening and assume he just has white eyes like Sun. It also likes to swing its 'tentacles' around to desorient prey

Eclipse's tenticles/wires are not a part of his body, there can be as many or as few as you'd like. They can also form from objects or the ground

As Eclipse is a digital entity, it is able to alter it's body on a whim. His standard form is shown above, it always has four arms

The average person reaches Eclipse's hips, most Animatronics reach his middle-lower torso. However, Eclipse is able to alter its size which is usually based on trust, it'll make itself bigger if it feels threatened and smaller if it feels safe

[barbwritesstuff]

Oh my... Thinking of MC being a tiny bit moon mad makes Sergi's route (a.k.a. one of my favourites) so much more legit and bittersweet for me personally. Two persons, who were hurt so badly and lost so much, traumatized and desoriented, being each others crutches and anchors to stabilize against this madness...

There is certainly an element of that in Sergi's romance route. He and MC have been through a lot of this together and are helping each other to recover.

[valerie-is-in-the-cupboard]

The Big Bad Wolf - Chapter Three: The Wolf and The Crow - Bigby Wolf x fem!human!reader

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Security Office The Woodland Building 🕓Three days later...

"No answer..." Snow said as she placed the phone back on the desk, a frustrated look on her face. "Are you sure she never mentioned that she was going somewhere?" she asked, looking at Bigby.

"No..." he answered, as he put out the cigarette. "She didn't say anything."

"Great... Our only lead is missing."

Bigby was torn, the weight of silence pressing heavier with each passing day. He hadn’t told anyone about that night—not even Snow. The words lodged in his throat like barbs, a dangerous truth he wasn’t sure anyone could handle. He hoped that (Y/n) would give him a chance to explain. A chance for him to repair everything. But before he could, she was nowhere to be found.

The thought that she might share the truth was eating at him. He knew it would be a mess, both for him and her. He had to do it. He had to save her, despite what anyone would think. But even he knew that, if it came to it, he wouldn't be able to protect her if the Fables wouldn't agree with his decision.

"Maybe the others were right… Maybe she…" Snow's voice faltered, but her expression hardened. "Maybe she’s more involved than we realized."

"What?" Bigby cut her off, making her reconsider her words. "You think she did it?"

"I..." she paused, a part of her regretting letting the others' opinions get to her like that. "I don't know... I don't want to accuse her, but... She is the last one who saw them and now she just... disappeared?"

"If she’d been there recently, I’d have picked up her scent," Bigby said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Maybe the smell has worn off? You don't know how long-"

"About two weeks, based on the cat." Bigby clarified. "Also, the piece of clothing... It doesn't belong to any of them, but neither to (Y/n)."

"Then why did she run so suddenly?"

"Maybe she's visiting someone, I don't know!"

A knock on the door interrupted them, as the door slowly opened.

"(Y/n)?" Snow said, her tone shifting from relief to suspicion as her gaze swept over the dishevelled girl. "Where have you been?" (Y/n)’s eyes flickered to Bigby, a silent plea passing between them before she spoke.

"Sorry, miss White..." she said, closing the door behind her. "I... I've been visiting a friend but..." she looked at Bigby, her eyes pleading for just a moment of understanding. And he caught that. "I need to talk to Bigby… Alone, please?" Her voice wavered, but her eyes were steady—pleading, vulnerable.

"Alone?" Snow asked, a bit taken aback. "I don-"

Bigby’s chest tightened. "Alright," he said quietly, holding her gaze. "Snow, give us a minute."

"Fine," Snow snapped, her heels clicking sharply against the floor as she turned on her heel. "Bigby, I'm waiting for you to see me." The weight of her suspicion lingered in the room even after she was gone.

"(Y/n)... about what you saw..." he started, hesitating for a moment.

"I haven't seen anything," she answered, quickly, a bit startled.

"You did and... I'm not gonna hurt you if that's what you think." he said, his soft tone calming her down for a bit.

"I just..." she started, sighing. "I don't know what I've seen... What happened..." Bigby could tell she was desoriented. Confused. She looked tired, as if she hasn't slept ever since. "But that's not why I'm here, Bigby."

Bigby raised an eyebrow. "No?"

"No. I heard what happened to the Johnsons and I... I needed to see you."

He leaned against the desk, his eyes never leaving her. "And I'm glad you did... But I need to ask you..." she raised her face slightly, almost not daring to look at him. "Have you told anyone about that night?"

"No. I just... I slept at a friend's house... I told her I bumped into my ex and..." she paused, trying to recollect herself. "I'm not gonna tell anyone, Bigby... Have you...?"

"No. I did not tell either."

"Not even to miss Snow?"

"Not even her. (Y/n), we need to talk about-"

"And we will." she cut him off. "But the Johnsons are more important right now! I really need to talk to you because..." she took a deep breath, looking away. "I will sound fucking crazy... But whatever happened to them..."

Bigby got up, moving his chair closer to her. "What’s going on, (Y/n)?" he asked, his voice a low murmur, threading concern through his usual gruffness. His eyes scanned her face, searching for any clue she wasn’t yet ready to give. It broke him more than he liked to admit to see her like this. Torn apart. Betrayed.

(Y/n) hesitated, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her sleeve. She looked at the ground, her shoulders trembling as though the weight of her secrets might crush her. "I didn’t know where else to go," she whispered.

"Just tell me, (Y/n)... After everything, there's little that could still be considered crazy," he reassured her.

"They had their problems..." She glanced at the door, her voice quiet.

"Problems? With someone?"

"No. You know... Couple problems." she explained, Bigby furrowing a bit at the statement.

"Was Daniel..."

"No, not that kind. Daniel was ok. Both of them were." a tear appeared in the corner of her eye as she remembered them. "They wanted a child and Lena was very frustrated about it. They tried everything her doctors told her... Nothing worked."

"And?" Bigby asked, a part of him not sure where the situation was going.

"I suggested a surrogate or adoption but... she wanted to have the baby herself... And..." she sighed, looking away. "she started acting weird. Desperate. And I didn't blame her, I mean... I can't imagine the pain she felt but..." Rubbing her eyes, (Y/n) tried to find meaning in her own words. "Normally, I wouldn't have... " she stopped, trying to gather her thoughts. "What happened that night, Bigby, it made me think."

Bigby leaned back, his brows knitting together as a flicker of guilt crossed his face. He’d seen desperation before, and it never ended well.

"She started talking about seeing a witch... She was so sure that this would solve everything and I..." a tear fell down her cheek. "I didn't even try to stop her... Because..."

Bigby softly placed his hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her. "It's fine, (Y/n)... You're not to blame."

She gave him a small smile, making his heart skip a beat for a moment. "I just thought 'Hey, what's the worst that could happen? She's gonna lose some money but in the end, she's gonna accept it.' But weird things started happening after that day..."

"What weird things?"

(Y/n) hesitated for a moment. "She didn't give me details. She said everything was taken care of. But her cat... That cat was the sweetest cat and suddenly he was so skittish and... aggressive. The way he’d stare at me—like he saw something I couldn’t—it still gives me chills. " her voice was deranged, almost broken as she spoke. "I have a cat too, you know that Bigby. They do weird stuff, sure, but... That cat freaked the fuck out of me..." She quickly reached into her pockets, trying to find her pack of cigarettes, a disappointed look on her face appearing almost immediately. "Shit... I forgot them..."

Bigby quickly reached for his pack, offering her one. "Thanks." she said, lighting it up and taking a long drag, her hands shaking. "I always felt watched since that day..." she continued, her voice more stable. "One day… I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. It was eating at me, you know? So, I did what I swore I’d never do—I went through Lena’s stuff."

Bigby listened carefully, the possibility of a Fable hurting the Johnsons getting more plausible with every word. "She's always been interested in Paranormal stuff... hence I probably never questioned her decisions. But there was a book she received as a gift once. She joked around saying it had spells and rituals about everything and obviously I... thought it was just... well, a joke." she paused, for a moment. "I found the book, Bigby... it had weird markings and... drawings... that seemed to be drawn with blood."

"Blood? From the cat or...?"

"No... I don't think so, at least. You know, Lena and Daniel, they always had their fingers bandaged. When I asked, they always said it was just a kitchen accident, but I'm not sure it was the truth... Bigby," she continued, her tone more alert. "Do you think... something hurt them? Something that's not..."

"Human?" Bigby continued, as she slightly nodded. "Could be. I need to investigate further though..."

"I can help."

"No!" Bigby’s voice was firm, laced with an edge of fear. "You shouldn't know about this stuff, let alone get yourself into this shit!"

"I know them better than anyone in this building, Bigby!" she protested. "Look, we're gonna solve the issue with me knowing about your secret after we find them... whatever would that mean..."

"(Y/n)-"

"I deserve to know what happened!" she said, her tone leaving no room for disagreement. "I want to..."

Bigby's eyes softened at her words. He knew she felt betrayed by the only person who seemed to understand her. And a part of him knew how that felt. "Fine... But you're not gonna tell anyone what you told me!"

"Sure."

"I'll let you into the apartment so you can have a look too... But after that, you let me handle it, understood?" his tone wasn't intimidating. He was worried. Worried that this world might get to her eventually.

"Yes," she answered, a faint smile appearing on her face. Bigby stood up, getting ready to leave when her voice stopped him in his tracks. "Bigby?"

"Hm?" he said, turning slightly to face her.

"Thank you... for..." she hesitated a bit, looking down at the ground. "listening..."

He gave her a small smile, a part of him glad that her trust wasn't lost. Not entirely, at least. "Yeah... You're welcome..."

The door to the apartment opened slowly, allowing (Y/n) to enter, followed cautiously by Bigby. She took in her surroundings, the atmosphere in the room suffocating her.

"Just... don't go into the bedroom, ok?" Bigby said.

"Why?"

"Let's just say Mr. Whiskers didn't have the best ending..." Bigby said, making (Y/n) shake a little at the thought as she answered with a quiet "ok..." Her eyes fell onto the laptop that lay on the desk.

"Have you checked the laptop?" she asked, Bigby, giving her an awkward smile.

"I wanted to ask Flycatcher to do so... I'm not really... up to date with this stuff, you know? Besides, it has a password."

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly. "A password? Lena didn't really use passwords before..."

"No?" Bigby asked.

"No... she didn't really trust laptops and phones, so she avoided keeping important stuff on them anyway... so she said there's no point," she said as she opened the laptop. "Maybe something changed..."

(Y/n) thought for a moment, looking around the room. Bigby approached, a curious look on his face as he crouched down a bit, looking at the screen. She quickly typed in something - incorrect.

"Shit..." she muttered, thinking of something else. Bigby watched as her fingers moved across the keyboard when suddenly the access was granted.

"How'd you do that?" he asked a genuine hint of surprise in his voice.

"I tried Daniel's birthday at first," she explained. "... Then Whiskers'...."

"Hm." Bigby huffed, getting up. "I guess we know which one was the favourite..." Bigby muttered with a smirk. (Y/n) shot him a dry look, but a small chuckle escaped her lips. He walked towards the big bookshelf. "You look into it. How did the book look like?"

"Um, black... with white symbols on it..." she slightly turned, scanning the bookshelf. "It's on the first shelf - to your left." she pointed before returning to the laptop.

Bigby grabbed the book, shuffling through the bloody pages. "Yep... that's blood." he said as he sniffed a bit. His eyes fell on the writing, reading some of the spells that were marked. "I can't tell if these are genuine... I'll have to look into it." he said, placing the book on a table so he could take it to the office when they're done. "Bufkin will have a Hell of a time..."

"Bufkin?" (Y/n) asked, looking at him confused.

Bigby gave her a smile. "Yeah... You probably gonna meet him too at some point..." She shrugged it off, turning back. He slowly approached her, his eyes fixated on the screen. "So? Anything?"

(Y/n) sighed. "I'm looking through her messages but... I can't seem to find anything... Wait...." she said, a suspicious message getting her attention. "She archived this conversation..."

"Archived?" Bigby asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hid it." she explained, her eyes running through the multiple messages. "It's apparently a witch called Sunday. They talked about some rituals for fertility."

Bigby looked at the woman's profile. "Tarot reading and rituals, huh?"

"You know her?" she asked.

"Doesn't seem familiar... Might be a mundy pretending to be a witch."

(Y/n) looked at him, a small smile playing on her lips at the term. "Is that what you call us? 'Mundies'?"

"Hey, you come with a better term." He replied, his eyes still stuck on the witch. "I don't think she would've exposed herself like that..."

"Well, fortune readers are quite common... Not many people believe they are genuine, though..." her eyes fell back on the messages, trying to find something more useful. "She asked for 3000 dollars? That's a lot." she said and turned to Bigby. "They had money but I doubt Daniel would want to spend such a fortune on some readings..."

"Yeah, not many would..." Bigby said, intrigued. "'Come to me anyway. We'll find a way and deal with the money later.'" he read the last message from the witch.

"Bigby, what if they were in debt? What if they couldn't pay?"

He thought for a moment. He knew witches. And he knew that whoever dared not to pay them was forced to endure severe consequences.

"If she’s the real deal, she’s not the kind to let go of grudges easily. This could get messy." His mind was full of possible scenarios. "Does she do at-home readings?" he asked.

"Um, it doesn't mention. Why?"

"There are no signs of forced entry... They let someone inside..." he looked around the room again, the actions seemingly playing in his head. "Someone who ended up attacking them."

A cold goosebump ran (Y/n)'s back at the idea. "Aren't witches and black cats also... related somehow?" she asked, trying to shake off the weird feeling.

"Yeah... They are. That'd explain why she killed the cat."

"Shit..." (Y/n) muttered, the room suffocating her. "Do you think they're still... alive?" she hesitantly asked, afraid of the answer.

"Might be... Depends on the witch's plan." he said and noticed the look on (Y/n)'s face. "Look, we might still have a chance. We have to see if this witch is a real one first. She might give us a lead." he said, trying to reassure her.

"And... how are we going to do that? Her page says only customers will get the address by making an appointment."

Bigby sighed, sitting down next to her. "Well, if the witch is real, even if I don't know her..." he hesitated for a bit. "She surely does know me. And she surely wouldn't just..."

"I can make an appointment." (Y/n) suggested.

"No. Thanks for helping, (Y/n), but i need you to stay away from now." he said, his tone firm.

"Bigby, you said it yourself. The witch, if she's real, she knows you. If I call her and go there, she won't have any idea who I am."

"No. It's too dangerous!" Bigby said, no hesitation in his voice.

"Bigby... I am just going to enter and talk to her," she explained, confidence obvious in her voice. "You’ll be right outside. I trust you’ll handle it if things go south."

He looked at her, a part of him sure it is not a good idea. A terrible one actually. But he knew she was right, even if every instinct screamed at him to keep her away. "I'll think about it..." he said eventually, her smile slightly growing at his words. "But don't make me regret even considering it, (Y/n)!"

Her eyes lit up, determination shining through the lingering fear. Bigby felt a knot tighten in his chest—partly admiration, partly dread. He just hoped they weren’t walking into something they couldn’t walk out of.

"Did I ever?"

[sowhumpful]

You'll tell me everything I need to know.

[something-something-here]

ZARTEMIS/NIGHTEMIS HEADCANNONS PLEASE DUDE- DEADASS LOVE UR BLOG IM GONNA EAT YOUR FLOORBOARDS

Omg hi I love your blog too, iminyourwalls—

I've been dying to share my thoughts with someone:

• I think I already put this in a hashtag somewhere, but when Artemis said "yes my brave one, they're beautiful tonight" she was looking at Zoë not the actual stars

• Also the 'timestamps' series + 'uniform upgrade' and 'cypress' fanfics are exactly how I envisioned not only Artemis/Zoë but also their relationship in general with the hunters and their respective roles

• They definitely love to play with the Goddess-Liutenant dynamic

• I also feel like they wouldn't put a label in their relationship, like they know they love eachother and that's enough (ofc they talked boundaries like exclusively and all), their love is free, wild and unrestrained

• And they wouldn't really try to keep it a secret but wouldn't actively tell everyone about it, but they don't need to, everyone knows

• I'm torn between the idea that a) Artemis (and the hunters) saved Zoë while she was running from the monsters Atlas had sent after her and b) young Artemis exploring the mortal world and meeting Zoë by chance and creating the hunters together

• I do firmly believe that Zoë was Artemis' first lieutenant, whether because she was her first huntress or she created that position a while after and Zoë was chosen for it

• If I recall correctly one of the things Thalia didn't like about Zoë is the way she -literally- worshipped Artemis and I think that was a bit of jealousy actually—

• Also there had definitely been hunters crushing on Zoë and her having no idea. Artemis thinks is funny but also has suddenly more -openly- affection strikes, just to remind everyone

• As far as I know Artemis was born after the titan war and Zoë being atlas' daughter was born before, making her older than Artemis and she likes reminding everyone about it every once in a while

• I feel like Zoë would have had a competitive relationship with Callisto

• Zoë is always worrying about the hunters and while Artemis loves her for that, she takes her on hunting trips together (just the two of them) and plays around with her, she loves seeing her free like this

• I actually don't think there was a confession per se but they were sharing an intimate moment together (non sexual) and they just kissed, they don't know who started it, but they didn't care

• No matter how much centuries pass, Artemis knows that there will never be anyone like Zoë, and no matter what happens, even when she's fading and the millennia are blurred together she can never forget her

• When the whole Roman thing happened and she was confused, desoriented and in unbelievable pain, her Roman and greek forms trying to take control she called for Zoë, she always helped her when the civil wars happened, when the roman empire rose, Zoë was there for her, to calm her, ground her and take care of her, loving and devoting herself to both Artemis and Diana

• Zoë sometimes sings the song of the Hespérides only for Artemis and no one else

• Zoë is supposed to have her own tent, but she always stays at Artemis'

• When there alone in their tent, Artemis sometimes turns into a wolf and starts to randomly (and gently) chew on Zoë, who at this point barely even notices

• Artemis took Zoë to hunt with her and her mother Leto once (she approves of her, Zoë is very nervous tho and overly formal with her)

• After Orion was stung by the scorpion, he went mad and tried to attack Artemis, but she defeated him with Zoë, which is why it was Zoë who was always sent to hunt him every time he returned

• Artemis brings Zoë to Olympus as her representative in meetings and companion to parties

• When she died Artemis was trying her best not to lose it in front of her, so she didn't have to worry, so she would go in peace

• Artemis is always staring at the twilight, as if she could see her, as if she could reach her. It's the time of the day she feels the loss all over again, only worsened by the stars of course, the stars

• Zoë went for reincarnation and reached the isle of the blessed and Artemis asked she be turned to a minor goddess for her achievements (kinda like Hercules)

• She does and comes back to Artemis' side, but this time it's forever (delusional)

This got a bit too long but I think that's all, if I think of anything else I'll make another post

[ecstarry]

hi my dear, i would love to hear more about 'the view between villages' <3

hi babyyy <33

i've talked about it as time travel au before!! so it's time travel jeggy + fake dating hahaha james accidently time travels to the future, he wakes up in his lab SUPER desoriented because it's still his lab but everything is diff and he tries to go back to his place but ofc everything is the same yet different (because its the future duh) and when it clicks what had happened he goes back to the cience building to find someone to help him figure out what happened!! So we get all this cute scenes of first james trying to convice reg that he's from the past and then some really sweet moments of reg being absolutly smittened by james trying to adapt and just aaah there are also a lot of moments between sirius and james realizing how perfectly they are for each other and just total twin flames aaah <333 this is longer fic though sooo i've been taking my time with it

[aroaceconfessions]

Today I went out to meet my best friend, her boyfriend, her brother and her parents at a street festival close to my home. I am openly out to her as aroace, we joke about it and all. She knows I have never been with anyone physically and about my non existend love life by my own choice. Her family doesn't know about it and although they never asked about it they can probably guess that I am not into relationships with men as my best friend is (I have known this family for most of my life now, almost twenty years). They probably do think that something is not quiet right with me but they would probably never ask. However, I know that her family is mostly about appearance and status and I do not fit most of their criteria. Nonetheless, they have always treated me good like I was their third child at times and I doubt they ever openly ask me about my sexuality or anything. So, today we were at this street festival and guy, looking rough and desoriented came up to my friend and her boyfriend if they had any money. Her boyfriend declined. I was at a different talbe with her mom when he came to me and asked the same or if I could buy him food. I said that I can buy him food and went into the next restaurant to buy him something he wanted. The man was clearly mentally not in a good state. My friend's boyfriend followed me in (because she asked him to) and ended up buying food for the guy. The guy left and we retunred to my friend and her parents. Here comes what rubs me the wrong way: my friend made a joke to her parents about how this guy was the first man I have ever bought dinner and they all had a laugh. I know it was a joke, I know her parents probably took it as a joke but I felt so betrayed by her because the topic of me not ever having dated anyone in the past is not something I necessairly want everybody to know. This is something I would joke to about her in private but I am afraid of being judged by her parents (and really anyone else). That my weight, my looks and my character is something I am insecure about and I do not want her parents to think that those aspects of me were never good enough to be liked by anyone and that it takes a mentally unwell person to finally have someone to buy dinner for. I know this might all be in my head and I shouldn't careless about what anyone thinks about me. But the topic of my aroaceness it not something I throw around lightly. I really didn't like the fact that she made that joke and I am hurt by it. I don't know, maybe I am overreacting.

Submitted May 27, 2023

[ramvur]

i took a nap and when i woke up i was super desoriented and i was fully conviced for a hot minute or two that soap was instead soup and ghostsoup or ghost saying "SOUP!" became the funniest thought ever until i came back to reality