#tw asylum mention

[silver-heller]

Silver May Fun Facts

@prinadonna Here you go! Here are a couple of fun facts about Silver;

Silver is a transman (identifies as a man though he is in a female body) like myself.

He chose his name off of a list Mitzi and Atlas gave him. Atlas had come up with Silver based on the night Silver was rescued, fast asleep beneath the moonlight.

Silver was rescued from an asylum.

Silver was married previously before this.

Silver hates the smell of egg salad, and is not fond of the taste either.

Silver prefers floral and bitter tastes.

Silver has androphobia.

Silver is asexual and biromantic.

Though Silver refused to speak when he initially joined the Lackadaisy, he was later known to be quite playful and sharp, if not bitter about everything he had gone through.

Die Alone by Ingrid Michaelson reminds me a lot of Silver with its language usage and the song's attitude towards love.

[firedragon1321]

Finally making a Legit Post for Leo

I posted "but sire the quality" versions of him before. But here he is in all his glory.

Lore in the readmore. TW- school trauma/child abuse, asylum mention, allegories for albiesm and masking.

Leonard "Leo" Marshall

Gender- Male (He/Him)

Age- 13 (nearing 14)

Height- 4’10”

Weight- 100 lb.

In Leo's world, ten percent of people have monsters. His is an electric/fire dragon named Buddy. The monsters are a cross between Digimon and daemons from The Golden Compass, able to be "banished" (i.e.- become invisible) at the human's will. People with monsters are rounded up at a young age and sent to a special school. The school forces the students to repress their monsters to appear "normal". Oh, and the students cannot leave. This shapes a lot of Leo's personality.

Leo has an imaginative, impulsive nature that can't sit still for long. His best way of learning things is "fuck around and find out". He is clever, but not in the way the adults want him to be. He's better at finding ways to sneak out of his school/prison than paying attention in class. Class is nap/doodle time.

Leo has never met his parents. But he despises them for letting him end up in the school. His goal is to leave the school- which he calls Jail- behind. He fantasizes about impossible situations for when he leaves, like setting up shop on a desert island or making an obscene amount of money. The fantasy changes with the day.

Leo's only interaction with his parents is through letters, one (1) photograph, and a stuffed lion for when he got a fever at age 6. Parents aren't allowed to visit in person for a variety of reasons (they can have long-distance contact thought). At first, Leo was a "good boy", so he could graduate and meet his family instead of being sent to an asylum. But he lost patience as a preteen and started to rebel.

His design is part of that rebellion. Leo is not a natural redhead, and his hair does not grow in a lightning bolt shape. His real hair color of brown, bordering on black. It matches that of his parents. He doesn't want to see them in the mirror. Instead, he built his appearance around "electricity"- Buddy's main power. He tried blond/blue hair before, but didn't like them.

That's about it so far. I want to give him a friend group. But I haven't designed them yet. All I know is they all have monster buddies of their own, and none of them are primarily electric-element (to prevent overlap). I have an idea for a girl with an air-element bird, but I'm still designing her.

[xan-izme]

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞𝐬

Part 1: Dinner Time

Prologue

TW: Past neglect, death, violence, mention of blood, drinking

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"Eight years in hell. . ."

You were seated on top of a desk playing with a snow globe in your hands.

"Can really make you go crazy." Your head hits the wall behind you, slowly turning to the bleeding man on the ground, once again receiving a blow to the face from a man dressed in dark red.

"P- please. . . I don't know anything. I swear." The man whimpers as he begged.

You sighed. "You're lying. I really, really hate liars' doctor." You through the snow globe onto the ground, shattering the glass. The man in red took your small fit of rage as a signal and pulled out a gun, pressing it against the doctor's head.

The bleeding doctor felt another type of fear the moment he felt the cool metal against his temple.

"W-wait! Wait! Please! I have a family; I'm begging you please!" The doctor cried and begged. The man in red glanced to you, you sighed and waved you're hand off. The man in red put his finger on the trigger, about to shoot.

"WAIT- Gotham hospital! She was at Gotham hospital!"

The man in red paused and glanced over to you.

You walked closer to the doctor, crouching down to the man's current level, as the man in red slowly pulled the gum away, the doctor felt a large wave of relief wash over him.

"Are you sure?"

The doctor nods "She s-saw Doctor Hill, that's all I know, I promise that's all I know."

You stay silent for a moment before standing up. "Thank you for your cooperation."

The Doctor felt relived. Wanting to go back to his wife and kids, hug them as tight as he could-

BAM!

The Doctor fell with a thud. Blood slowly seeping out of his body as you tossed the gun you used to shoot the doctor to the man in red.

"That's for lying" You mumbled as you stare at the doctor's body with indiffrence.

You've been out of Arkham for almost a month now. You should be relaxing, try to fit back into society. But no, your mother was missing, the Falcone's didn't know where her whereabouts were, some made comments of her abandoning you the moment you got out, which coursed them to have a slow death for their crude comments.

Your mother loves you, and you know she would never abandon you. So now you're searching. But you aren't getting to her fast enough. And your growing impatient. You wanted to come back out into the world and run into the arms of your mother, but your just met with Gotham's ugly mug. It angered you beyond words.

The man in red, Rex, works for the Falcones, but has come to be loyal to you. Rex followed behind you as you walked out of the room and down the halls.

"Give doctor hill a visit for me, will ya?" You spoke coldly as your heels clicked loudly walking down the empty hall of an abandoned building. Rex nods before speaking up.

"What about you Miss Falcone. Are you going back to the Falcon manor?"

Ah, yes. You took your mother's last name. All done in paper. No more, Y/n Wayne. That little girl is dead.

". . . No, I need to grab a few things."

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Alfred knows you have been out for a month, so why have you not come back to the manor?

Alfred tried to keep in touch as much as possible during your time in Arkham. Every phone call, he could hear that sweet innocent girl he knew fade. He has tried to phone you multiple times but no use. Even tracking you down with was difficult, Alfred has tried to tell Bruce about his worry for you not coming home, But Bruce seemed to almost immediately shut down at the mention of your name.

He's worried for you, he just wants to see you, and make sure you're okay.

There was a met Gala being held today. Preparing for it was exhausting, but it was like that every time a gala had to be held. Everyone scattered all over the manor.

With a heavy sigh, Alfred entered the kitchen, the gala's close to an end, the rich of Gotham turning in for the night. But Alfred comes to a stop when he noticed a woman in the kitchen, dressed in a dark red dress, her back faced to him as she picked up a glass of wine.

"Excuse me ma'am, you're not supposed to be in the back here." Alfred spoke firmly with his usual stoic expression. The woman in red slowly turns around with the wine glass in hand. Then she spoke, the face, Alfred surely does not recognize, but the voice. He knows your voice.

"I rather be away from the crowed, if you don't mind." You gave the older man a small smirk as you see the realization hit him.

"Miss Y/n?"

Your small smirk cracked even wider. Alfred walks closer, shocked to see you here, in the kitchen munching on some sweets, just like you used to when you were younger.

You shrugged with a small giggle slipping from your red lips

"The one and only"

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"Miss Y/n, come, Master Bruce must know your home!" Alfred might not show it a lot, but he is overjoyed to see you in the manor again. You've grown so much.

"Ah, well I was hoping to just grab some things from my old room and head out." You try to walk off to the back staires

"Nonsense, come, come." Alfred needed you to meet the family. For the family to see you. He touched your back as to lead you out of the kitchen and into the dining room.

You immediately flinched away.

Your negative reaction causes the butler to coil back.

"Miss. . .?"

You let out a weak cuckle.

"Sorry, I'm not fond of being touched." You began to meekly rub your hands together. Alfred comes to realize your time in Arkham has damaged you in some way's he might not be able to know yet.

"No need to apologize miss Y/n." Despite the small awkward moment Alfred still managed to have you walked out to see the others.

You felt an immense amount of DeJa'Vu. The walls, the detailed engraved in these walls. These walls haunted your dreams. Only half of your childhood was spent in this manor. You remember running down those stairs once Bruce came home from work. Skipping through these halls after getting a solo part in choir, something Bruce never really paid mind too.

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Almost everyone was here tonight. Jason, Dick, Cassandra, Tim, Damian and Duke. Steph couldn't make it. Barbra was spending time with her father. And. . .

Bruce watched as his children chat, argue, laugh. He smiles to himself as he takes a sip of his glass of white wine.

"Where's Alfred?" Damian spoke up as he turned his head in search for the butler that is always usually hovering around. Bruce shrugs

"Most likely in the kitchen."

Suddenly, the doors open, in comes Alfred with a smile on his face.

"Alfred." Bruce can tell Alfred seems to be in a more chipper mood than he was in half an hour ago.

"We have a visitor." Alfred's words confused the others. Then you stepped up. You scanned the room. Some faces new, some old. Others were still confused, either not recognizing you due to the years that have passed, or the fact they simply didn't know who you were.

But Bruce didn't take long to recognize you. And the way he paled at the sight of you, it just made you smirk at his reaction. Dick was quick to follow the realization.

"Y/n . . ." Bruce mumbled.

Jason's head whipped to Bruce once he heard the name. Looking back at you then to Bruce.

"Y/n, we thought you were still . . ." Dick tried to speak, but he seemed to get more uncomfortable with just thinking of his words.

You wait for Dick to say the words, but clearly, he was still in shock to say it.

"Arkham? I've been, rehabilitated." You say this with a soft smile.

Jason, trying to process what the actual fuck is going on right now stayed silent. Damian also confused spoke up.

"Father who is this woman?"

Your eyes snapped to the young boy, your head tilt for a moment. Walking closer to the table. Your heels click as you kept your eyes on the young boy, and Bruce kept his eyes on you. Still not believing you were out.

"I'm his daughter. Blood, daughter." You spoke as you kept a playful manner to yourself. The Damian frowns. "Imposible. I'm fathers only blood child."

You paused for a moment. You seem to be analyzing the situation.

"Is that what dear old daddy said." Your chuckle, almost darkly, as you sipped on your glass of red wine. Alfred pulled up a seat at the end of the table, across from Bruce. You took a seat.

The room that was once filled with chatter and warm air was now silent and tension filled the air. You leaned back into the chair; Alfred re-fills your glass.

"Thank you, Alfred." You kept a small playful smile on your red lips. You let out a small sigh before speaking

"So, what did I miss?"

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"𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢?"

[silver-heller]

Sure thing! Silver May was taken in by Atlas and Mitzi May, saved from an asylum which he was sent to by his ex husband. The experience left him skittish and, even when the Mays managed to become closer to Silver and convince him to work at the Lackadaisy, Silver refuses to actually speak to anyone. He ended up working with Mordecai and Viktor, underestimated at first but soon showing himself to be terrifying with his daggers and natural claws.

Not much is known about Silver's past before that point, besides the fact he's always lived around St. Louis, he used to have a more feminine name, and he was accused of attempting to murder his husband. As Atlas' son of sorts, he was known to be rebellious and unafraid to stand up to Atlas.

GIMME YOUR OC LORE I WANNA MIX THEM WITH MINE 👹

[protectingtulpas]

go back to the asylum retard

lol that's cute. Do you get your kicks outta saying autistic ppl should be in an asylum? I bet you enjoy watching people get badgered away, actually, and that's why you go around saying this shit. :) Is deciding autistic ppl should be locked up really the hill you wanna die on? Get off your fucking high horse and admit that you just don't want those gross people too different than you for your underripe little pea brain to understand to be in your vicinity so you're not forced to acknowledge us. "Oh no, these people operate differently than me, boo hoo they've all gotta go away!" You're a pathetic wimp who's fucking terrified of anything outside of your confining bubble. I have no fucking sympathy for you.

I hope the shittiness of your behavior catches up with you all at once one day, and I bet it'll hurt.

[silver-heller]

pls, tell me everything about mordecai, your s/i, and your selfship with him!! I know next to nothing about mordecai so I would love to be enlightened hehe :) (@raylex)

And you shall, you shall *insert evil laugh here*. This got very long and I apologize in advance lol.

Mordecai's background

(keep in mind some of this was changed for the AU);

Mordecai is the son of German Jewish immigrants. He had three sisters, one which died as a baby due to the poor ventilation, two that lived, Esther (older sister) and Rose (younger sister). His father died when Mordecai was too young to remember him. He was particularly close to Rose as, due to poverty and other such struggles, his mother was almost always working and Mordecai was left to look after his sisters. Mordecai entered the work force himself at the young age of thirteen, soon getting swept into a gambling rink for the funds (and his skills with math), where he was physically abused and mistreated. This influence, and his mother being forced to hold back her grief to continue to work is part of what lead to his suppressed personality. Although, Mordecai was always quite asocial and struggled to fit in with those his age.

However, after stealing funds from said rink to help his family, at the age of seventeen, Mordecai was forced to take a get away train away from New York to try to save his own life. Unfortunately, they followed him on the train, and Mordecai thought his life was over. However, that is when he met his mentor, Atlas, who left him a gun to save himself, testing Mordecai's potential. Mordecai survived, and traveled with Atlas for many years, his strange and vivid dreams starting back then. Eventually, as an adult, working for Atlas' Speakeasy, The Lackadaisy, feeling he was simply destined for that illegal life. It was ultimately Atlas, a very hard to read, and savvy opportunist that created Mordecai's current personality of being cold, rigid, and addicted to the ideas of always been sharp/calculated and presentable.

Mordecai Now

Throughout the AU, Mordecai eventually perfects his formal and heartless persona. When he first meets Viktor, there are still hints of the skittish, shy, and paranoid teen Atlas picked up back in New York. Mordecai does not hide the fact he finds Viktor intimidating;

...Viktor did not miss the way Mordecai eyed his hulking form, snout pulling down as Viktor easily towered above him. Mordecai’s ear was twitching about a mile a minute, something Viktor would grow accustomed to... - It's A Short Drive

Viktor also knows Mordecai to be quite "fussy" about his particulars, often calling Mordecai either that or "prissy" in a loving/joking manner. While this is still the case, which can make him come off as goofy or sensitive at times, Mordecai slowly gets better at convincing others there is a good/professional reason for it. This can cause him to be very intimidating, as others mistake him as an individual that would root out all their flaws and harshly criticize them for it.

But, by the time Mordecai officially meets Silver, he comes off as an extremely hard to read and menacing presence, successfully covering most of his empathy and coming off as cool and uncaring in most circumstances.

However, Mordecai's struggles when it comes to socializing with others, along with his continued paranoia and grief, are ultimately what makes his not so perfect persona crack. Because, at his heart, Mordecai is not a bully and, as someone who was probably the target of bullying in the past, never would be. Outside of work, and the unfortunate fate his targets face as Atlas' past, and now the Marigold's, triggerman (though, for the former, it was always for a reason), he never intends to hurt anyone by being distant, he just desires his space. Due to Atlas' mentorship, he grew to see showing his emotions as a weakness and risk he could not afford taking. His tendency to also take things quite literally at times can make him struggle to understand other's intent.

So, he feels quite guilty when others mistaken his to the point responses or general lack of emotiveness as unnecessary meanness or him judging them. In truth, he does not have the energy or the social interest to judge most strangers (unless they're breaking the symmetry he loves so much lol).

Silver's Background

Silver, or "Silvia", is part of the wealthy and upper-class Argenis family. His mother, Olivia, and distant father, Adrian, tried to raise Silver to be the perfect woman (and wife, in extension), planning to marry Silver off to another wealthy family, the Tiacuses, to continue their good relationship with them. Silver's grandmother, however, Gloria, had other plans.

She was the perfect grandmother on the surface, sweet, kind, and unsuspecting, but an intimidating and well known gambler underneath. She taught Silver everything he knows, including his proficiency with daggers and other such tools, how to be two-faced/act innocent in order not to be suspected, and was one of the few people that knew of Silver's true identity, happily calling Silver her grandson. Yet, despite how much she seemed to care about Silver and wanted him to know how to defend himself/be independent, Silver suspects Gloria was only close to him to get back at Olivia, Gloria's daughter, who she deemed to be too focused on social status. Yet, it was Gloria that ultimately taught Olivia to be so cold in the first place, keen to teach Gloria's influence out of Silver.

From the start, Silver's relationship with men was already on the rocks. He suspected for a long time that Gloria was the one that killed his grandfather, due to the two already arguing. Adrian, Olivia's husband, grew to be a rather terrified and distant man due to Gloria's "teasing". Silver was also often bullied by boys his age for being "naive" and "spoiled", due to being known to cry out of embarrassment when he didn't get his way when he was younger.

Silver being married to Valentin, the Tiacus oldest son and a rather manipulative and abusive man, did not help. Silver was with him for two years, before Silver scratching Valentin's face in self defense led to Silver being instituted in an asylum, deemed as mad due to the influence of his grandmother for most of his life.

It was ultimately Atlas that saved Silver, visiting him in the asylum because Valentin' story intrigued him. Atlas could tell Silver was not only the victim, but had quite a bit of spunk to him, and so, offered to free him, taking Silver in almost as if Silver were his own son. When Atlas found Silver in the asylum, he was put in a straight jacket and muzzle, being known by the workers as "misses bitesaton" (First Days ch 2). Mitzi and Atlas helped Silver find the name "Silver", and gave her a room at The Little Daisy, the café just above the Lackadaisy speakeasy, located within the limestone caves of St. Louis.

Silver Now

Silver was often deemed as "tragedy itself" by Atlas, due to his harsh and bitter demeaner. Though he tends to hide this underneath his skittishness and shyness, this is simply an act to try to prevent himself from being harmed. Over the years, this is replaced by a more cold and stern demeaner, attempting to scare away potential threats and conceal his true fear in certain scenarios.

Originally, Silver would speak to no one, and locked himself in his room before being hired by Atlas. Now, he either keeps up his front or is rather quiet around others. When it comes to potential threats, he is sharp and occasionally sarcastic to try not to appear threatened. Having a deep seated fear of men, Silver will immediately go into his territory if any men he does not know attempt to approach him.

However, Silver is a people pleasure at heart, trying not to cause undo distress to innocent others and being quite soft, teasing, and giving to his loved ones. Although, he is still not afraid to put them in their place when they're being stupid or overly egotistical. This is something Atlas often overlooked (but I'll get to that in the next section).

The Relationship

Silver technically met Mordecai sometime after being brought back to the Little Daisy. Shown in the fic Lackadaisy's Ghost, Mordecai accidentally sees Silver while he is out walking at night (the only time he can without usually being spotted). His silver fur shining in the moonlight makes Silver look like a ghost. Mordecai believed Silver to be an intruder, then a part of his strange sleep patterns concerning vivid dreams and sleep walking (which may have supernatural significance), until Atlas informs Mordecai he and Mitzi have a very secluded daughter. Atlas got Silver's permission to do so. However, in his dreams, Mordecai already seemed to have some understanding of who Silver was before this point.

Before Silver was hired and they met officially (though it takes a while for Mordecai to realize who Silver truly is), Mordecai attempted to connect with Silver by placing gifts by his door to no avail. When Silver was hired and they officially met face-to-face, their coworker (and third part of their polycule), Viktor, tricked Mordecai into giving Silver his terrifying smolder, which had Silver cracking up laughing. Mordecai was shocked, not used to not being found intimidating, and his mask fell off in an instant, Silver seeing right through it from the start. When he noticed Silver was shaking during his introduction, Mordecai reached over and smoothed over Silver's paw, making an instant connection with him.

Silver's fear of men definitely makes it hard for Mordecai to connect to Silver, initially. However, Mordecai's previous efforts already made Silver quite charmed toward him and feel some sense of safety with him. Yet, this is often squandered by Mordecai's outward business demeaner, contrasting his gentleness from before and increasing his similarity to Silver's past bullies. Still, Silver finds he trusts Mordecai, despite himself. For a long time, all Mordecai can do is make the ever silent Silver laugh, Silver refusing to talk to anyone but finding Mordecai's pettiness and expressionless nature amusing.

Initially, Silver warms up to Viktor faster, due to being similar to his grandmother in some ways, and vastly different than the smooth talking men he was surrounded by in his old life. Ironically, it is an argument over Silver being stronger than Mordecai, something Mordecai struggles to accept due to his strongly held "heartless killer" persona, causing him to lash out. He is immediately apologetic at Silver's upset, however, Silver puts the blame on himself and goes silent again for some time (making Mordecai now become quite nervous when Silver goes quiet like that again).

After some time, and Silver still being a mix of guilty at himself but wary of Mordecai, making him quite hot and cold in his behaviors, Mordecai eventually talks Silver down. Mordecai convinces Silver to just be himself, Mordecai citing his relationship with Viktor, and how they're always bickering due to the other's unique quirks. Yet, they would never want the other to change or hide them, and they always make up, at the end of the day. Mordecai convinces Silver to do the same by admitting he finds Silver amazing and that, unlike his arguments with Viktor, their arguments actually challenge him and give him something to think about, which he appreciates.

So, ultimately, Mordecai concedes, admitting he finds Silver quite amazing for his strength, and accepting that he quite enjoys Silver being stronger than him, making Silver one of the few individuals that can protect him rather than the other way around. Silver ends up becoming the much more dominating personality, showing his true and wild side with the encouragement of Mordecai, who lets his more sensitive and skittish side show in turn. Although Atlas warns him of the dangers, Mordecai knows Silver's true heart underneath is an extremely sweet and caring one, and greatly enjoys Silver's gentleness, knowing from seeing Silver's fighting style that said gentleness is a very conscious choice made for Mordecai's sake.

Mordecai, accidentally shooting Silver in the head, and believing him to be dead due to this, separates them for some time. After Atlas' untimely death two years after, Mordecai goes to work for their competitor, the Marigold, to sniff out whether or not they had any involvement in Atlas' murder. However, upon being asked to kill Silver and, unable to do so, they are reunited and the events of the main fic start.

Freckle (Baby With a Shot Gun)

This is already very long, but I feel the need to put a tiny section about their crazy, adopted baby boy, Freckle. He is a new recruit to the Lackadaisy, Silver and Mordecai working for The Marigold instead, at the time. However, they meet him through visiting the Little Daisy from time to time, and Freckle feels an immediate connection with them both. Freckle is quite similar to Silver, coming off as meek and skittish, but having a secret feral side. This is something he feels quite ashamed of, while Silver takes pride in it, something that inspires him. However, he also has some of the common sense and brains that Mordecai does, making him a lot more logical and with far more foresight than his coworkers. Overall, he really admires how Mordecai and Silver ultimately use their head and cunning to survive and understand the situations around them, as well as being very crafty over physically strong.

Mordecai, who always respected his mom greatly and wishes to show Freckle the same gentleness she did to him. He also wishes to contrast Atlas usual coldness, who, after Mordecai began working with him, caused Mordecai to feel unloved and used. He ends on taking the role of "mama bear" in their little family. Mordecai acts calm most of the time, but mess with his family and he will show you his fangs. Also he is definitely the one that comes prepared and the one that gives the lectures.

Silver, meanwhile, is considered the "dad", teaching Freckle to use daggers like his grandmother did and helping him hone his observation skills for survival. Silver also greatly inspires Freckle, who is a bit curious about his own gender. Mordecai is initially surprised Freckle, in all his politeness and morals, wants someone as crazy as Silver as a father figure, but doesn't question it.

Freckle constantly insists to people seeing Silver or Mordecai as more uncaring than they truly are underneath the surface, "Mordecai and Silver are good people".

Together I find them adorable and I love them (take their human pictures cause I find them cute).

[the-entity-down-the-street]

Stop using neurodivergent just to refer to ADHD/autistic people

Brought you by someone with autism!

I have a story from my recent wedding I'd like to share.

The ceremony and reception were held at The Ridges, an old mental asylum turned art museum in Athens, OH. I made a point of giving a brief history of the property to our guests, acknowledging the cruel treatment mental patients have faced at the facility, and honoring their humanity. I didn't want the venue for shock value, especially considering that our wedding party was made up almost entirely of mentally ill queer people.

During the reception I was talking to my spouse's grandmother, who had performed our ceremony, and learned that she herself had been locked up in an asylum! She was thankful for my little intro, and when I offered my condolences for her traumatic experience, she expressed how her mental struggles were a part of who she was. In fact, she said: "I wish there was a word to describe it other than mentally ill."

I told her there was a word! Neurodivergent!

And let me tell you, the way this little 89-year-old woman lit up.

"Neurodivergent! I love that!"

What a gift that is. What a gift it is to be able to give someone language to describe themselves. Just because she's not autistic or ADHD, it doesn't mean she hasn't faced adversity for the way her head works. I think she has every right to call herself neurodivergent, and I think we'd do well to accept all mental differences into our community.

[xan-izme]

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞𝐬

Prologue

Part 1

Your mother was a beautiful kind and dangerous woman. In short. She was a Falcone. And for young Bruce, being with her was a thrill. Being Batman gave him a thrill, but your mother was a different kind of thrill.

Till she got pregnant. And the thrill was gone.

Your mother kept you of course. Counting the days till she gets to hold you in her arms. And when she finally got to hold you, to feel you close and hear your sweet little voice. The rest of the Falcone men decided that your mother wasn't ready to take care of you. So, they forced you out of her arms and sent you to Bruce.

Bruce held you once. And immediately passed you to Alfred. He was too young to become a father. (Never mind the fact he was already acting as a father to two boys)

He didn't have time to play daddy. Deep down Bruce did come to care for you over the years and attempted to try and hold you. But then Jason died, Dick distanced himself. Holding you, an innocent little thing, felt wrong.

When you were eight. You had tantrums. Night terrors. terribly scared of the dark. Thunderstorms especially. Gotham famous for its long dark nights and loud thunderstorms. Bruce, too busy with his new sidekick, Tim. Didn't have time to comfort you. No matter how heartbreaking your scrams for him were. Crying for him, so he can save you from whatever nightmare you have woken from.

But only Alfred occasionally Dick, would come and save you.

Bruce would give you toys, new dresses as a form of apology. He wouldn't give it to you directly. But have Alfred give it to you or leave it in your room when asleep. But no matter how many new toys he gives you. Those nightmares just never stopped.

Due to the neglect. Your mother was able to meet with you secretly. As years passed, she was able to steal you away when Alfred wasn't hovering around you. Take you to shop and give you whatever you wanted. Holding you in her arms and not wanting to let go.

Slowly, your mother was gaining the favor of some of the Falcones. To let her have you back. To welcome you back into the Falcone family. Once she gets the whole family to agree. She can make a case of child neglect against Bruce Wayne and take her sweet Babygirl back.

But when you were ten. Your powers began to kick in. You told Bruce, hoping your father would help you. Help you understand. Bruce, told you to keep it a secret. And to tell no one else.

Having a kid who was a meta was the last thing he needed at the moment. Trying to re-connect with Jason who still had deep hate for him instead focusing on his first-born child who was struggling to understand.

You felt like a freak.

And it wasn't long till you lost control of your powers. To keep it short. You accidently killed a few other kids with your powers. It was an accident. You swore. You see you would have just been left off. Your a kid. It was an accident. But most of all your a Wayne. But one of the kids you killed was a Falcone.

And Bruce couldn't risk you getting killed. He cared about you. Just not as much as he should. So, to avoid the wrath of the Falcone's. Bruce had to claim you were mentally ill. Sending you to Arkham. Only for a few months. That's what he said to you. That's what he promised.

You did your six months in Arkham. Six months turned to eight. Eight months turned to ten. Ten months turned to two years. Then finally, you were taken out from your cell. Lead by two prison guards. They said you had a visitor. You assumed it was another reporter. But was proven wrong when you see Bruce on the other side of the thick glass. You were shocked but happy to see your father.

"Daddy." You spoke softly as you slowly smile, putting your hand on the glass. Bruce hesitates to put his hand on the glass, once he does, he focused back to you. Your eyes stared at him with so much love and hope.

". . . Your case. . . the court decided you're, too unstable to attend court, so. . ." Bruce didn't look at you as he spoke. So, he couldn't see the smile on your face fade. Confusion taking over.

"But. . . I did my six months. . . I-I've been here for a year! Daddy, please I didn't do it on purpose!" You were on the edge of crying.

"I promise. I'll get you out of here as soon as I can." Bruce wanted to try and console you. But that was harder due to the glass between you two. He reaches out his hand to the glass once more. But the loud buzz that queued it was time for you to get back to your cell.

"Please Daddy don't let them take me!" You cried, putting both hands on the glass. You were in full despair. Bruce didn't know what to do. He can take the risk from the Falcones and get you out with a snap of his fingers. Or he can make it easy for everyone but you and wait till you serve your time.

". . . I'm sorry" Bruce can see you falling deeper and deeper into dispare.

Guards burst from the doors and had to forcefully take you away.

"No- No! Daddy please! DADDY!" Your screamed louder as the guards took you away, reaching out to Bruce who just stood there. And did nothing. As always.

Seven years later.

No one ever visited you again. Well, no one from the Waynes. But your mother visited you every week. Her visits where the only reason you kept saine.

Arkham isn't all fun and games. Obviously. You were immitted into Arkham's fucked version of rehabilitation. You started hearing things after your first month in Arkham.

. . .

You sent letters almost every day to the Wayne manor. But never got any back. None from Bruce. None from Dick. You and Tim weren't close. So, you didn't expect anything from him. Alfred prefers to call you. Wanting to hear your voice to make sure you were not lying to him when he asks of your wellbeing.

You stopped sending letters to Bruce a few months ago. Not like he'll respond anyway. You don't need Bruce. You have your mother. And she's all you'll need. She's your world now, your reason to keep living this pointless life. And once you're out, Mama promised to give you a big hug. Which you so desperately needed.

🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸

"𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢. . . 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚎?"

[fcdcdmcmories]

HE HAD GROWN TO CARE FOR MARK HOFFMAN ALREADY. was it because he knew what he was doing? it seemed so and.. no, he didn't think that would be changing. it seemed like kicking angie garza out of a job that she was doing nothing good with had been the right call and.. yes, perhaps hoffman and will graham could turn this police station around and make it something that people could rely on. and so, when captain hoffman had called him, phineas had almost been confused at his expression. "my boy, you don't look all that good. is this because of agent graham's appointment? i simply thought that the two of you would make a good team," he sat down, glancing at the other. he had barely begun to process what mark had told him, but.. "WHAT DID YOU CALL ME HERE FOR? IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT?" somehow, he had a feeling it was not. // @xtinyslip

[nubsoftherat]

People Living my original posts lately

Almost like I'm interesting or something

Anyways, Tim Drake: Arkham Asylum. Tim but he's in rehab. Tim but he's in the hospital. Tim but he's receiving help. Tim but he's in group. Tim but he got caught. Tim but Bruce went too far. Tim but he's too tired to care. Tim but-

[how-my-brain-spices]

I hate seeing the person who birthed me be so nice and motherly to everyone else as she literally made me feel like I was going crazy constantly and like I would be put in an asylum just for being myself when I still had to live with her

[councilofcastamere]

WINTER NIGHTS | CREGAN STARK X TARG!READER ꧂

a b r i d g e m e n t : With tensions rising, your elder half-sister Rhaenyra arranges for you to seek asylum in the freezing land of the North. And fortunately for you, Cregan is there to show you how Northmen operate.

TW: penetration, loss of virginity, breeding kink, mentions gender roles but in a sexy way, sexual tension, sibling jealousy, childhood neglect, mentions of death by birth, shitty character development

A/N: I know the girly portrayed is Visenya but her body is tea in this so maybe I do know best…

The second daughter. The oh-so passed over maiden. Not belonging to anything, nor belonging to nothing. Not the first, and not the last. An ever enduring memory to a passed over era. Nothing significant. Never anything significant.

That’s what you were. Insignificance. A beautiful insignificance, if you could see beauty in tragedy. Beauty in all the ways of life. All the little horrible things that make up a big, beautiful, picture. People shan’t look close, you’d assure yourself.

But you were you. Born to the everlasting way of royal life. To the peaceful Viserys, and his second wife, a woman whose name is not all that important. Another maiden from a noble house that perished to childbirth. Lost her life, giving life.

And as it did not to many maidens, the Gods did not grant you the chance to grow up with your mother. The blood that dripped down her thighs had covered you from head to toe as you came into existence, and she had naught of you in her arms before a deep and long slumber overcame her. The stranger had come for her, and he did not slow down on its way. He’d taken her as quick as she’d given you to the world. A quick exchange, you’d suppose.

Now and then you think about her. What she might have looked like, what she might have liked, what she might have been had she survived the wretched burden of your existence. You’d often wonder if infants who survived childbirth ever felt as deep a burden as she did. To have your very first breath of life tainted with the death of an innocent. Tainted with tragedy.

Growing up in King’s Landing hadn’t been all that as it sounded. You’d never really been that happy, as ungracious as it sounded.

You had an older sister - Rhaenyra - who’d occasionally humoured you. You’d never seen much of her, really. Perhaps it was your own fault as well. For not actively seeking her out. For not being the younger sister one was supposed to be. Some people - as close to you as they may be - are just unattainable in your mind. Your kin aren’t your kin until you allow it.

You have better companions than her, you figured. You had your lady-in-waitings. Lady Vievenne of house Swann. Lady Laycie of house Oldflowers. Lady Claere of house Ambrose. Lady Evelyne of house Hightower, who was, by all accounts, a gift from your newest stepmother, Alicent of the house Hightower.

What you also had was younger siblings. Such as Aegon. Though he is naught but a skirt enthusiast, swimming along the sea of young maidens at his whim. But he cares not whether they are, does he?

And oh, do not get yourself started on the one-eyed prince and that smug little smile on his sharp-featured face. Nonetheless, he was gentle. Oh so gentle with his touch. And oh so sinister in the way that made you feel important enough to be in his good graces.

However, you chose to distance yourself from all parties involved as fate made it clear what it had in store. A great slap to the great Targaryen dynasty. A dark cloud looming over the already curse-clad clan.

For even you knew that the only thing that could tear down the House of the Dragon, was itself.

“Sister.” you greeted one late evening, having taken flight to Dragonstone on your she-dragon, Starfyre. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

“…y/n.” the elder sister called out, a small smile on her lips. “I… am glad for your visit.”

“…I’m certain you are,” you say, trying with all your might to contain a frown.

You eyed her awkwardly as she wiped her sweaty hands off her dress, letting out a sigh as the elder royal wasn’t quite certain how to approach the topic.

“I… understand… things quite haven’t been… that active, in our kinship,” Rhaenyra speaks up, taking a step closer. “And for that, I apologise.”

You could only nod, a small smile gracing your lips at the heartwarming confession of absent love.

“I apologise, also.” you smiled, your hands finding each other behind your back. “I suppose I should have been the one to seek your company and counsel as well.”

“Good.” Rhaenyra smiled awkwardly, a silence engulfing the echo-ridden chambers. “The reason, as to why I called you, might be surprising.”

You froze slightly, heart pounding as the possibilities of implications travelled through your mind. The goosebumps on your arms grew more prominent as a cold breeze passed through.

“Oh?” you answered, cocking a brow. “And what might that be, sister?”

“I ask of you to travel to the North,” Rhaenyra admits, a tone of seriousness overshadowing the warm moment. “I have already sent a raven to Lord Cregan Stark, and he has agreed to host you. If it pleases you, of course.”

No answer came out of your lips, save for your a mere breath. You felt a pang in your heart, consuming your every emotion, making certain you cannot detect how you feel about the news.

A dragon in the north? What a jest. You’d do better in Dorne, surrounded by sun-kissed squires and stable boys than laddish lordlings and Northern butchers.

“And… why should I?” you asked, respect in your tone. “Pardon me, my sister, but why have you made this decision for me?”

“Tensions are rising, y/n. You know that as well as I do.” Rhaenyra sighs, her body language giving up on its tense posture. “And I am aware of your… complex feelings on it. But to the North you must. I’m sending Rhaena to the Va-”

“Yes, because Rhaena gets to be hosted by a relative of yours, in safety. Meanwhile you sent me off to some Northern stranger!”

“Y/n.” Rhaenyra warned, raising a brow. She took a step closer as you composed your words. “You are my sister, and I will have you safe in the North. The Northmen are honourable men, and in time you’ll know.”

✫彡

And so you were, clad in thick fur, lady Vivenne and lady Evelyne at both sides of yourself. Across from you sat three servants, and somewhere else sat your sworn shield.

“It will be splendid.” Evelyne beamed, properly adjusting her hair, tied up in a bun, similar to the ones the older maidens wear. “We shall meet every dusk, and speak about our day. In front of the fire.”

“Not if I can help it.” you sighed softly. “Apologies, my ladies, but I’ll let you two get at it. I’d love to explore the North in solitude.”

“Right…” Vivenne nodded, looking through the small peep holes as the carriage slowed down, just outside the gates of Winterfell. “We’ve arrived, I suppose. You’ll have to greet Lord Stark. If he’s anything we’ve heard of and more, I wish you luck.”

You only nodded, watching as your ladies exited the carriage, standing at the side of the door. Their faces are cast down, as if in mourning. Perhaps they’re mourning the life of luxury provided at King’s Landing.

You could not blame them for it, really. From growing up in their own house, to growing up in the Royal house, to trade it again to live to see the snowy winters of Winterfell.

You shook slightly, the cold air hitting your face in an instant as you slightly lifted your dress, taking a step out of the three provided for the carriage.

You looked ahead of you, eyes locking on the noblemen and women, standing straight and proud. The women bore clothes of low quality, so obviously sewn to fit any class. The men wore dark furs, contrasting to the blue clothing of the opposite sex.

And in the midst of it, stood Cregan Stark, accompanied by a mere little boy of just two years of age. Your eyes locked upon his stormy-grey ones, his face etched into a stern expression, eyes focused on yours.

You maintained the eye contact, taking each step closer to him.

“Princess Y/N.” Cregan greeted formally, taking your soft hand in his. “Welcome to Winterfell. I am Lord Cregan Stark.”

“Thank you, Lord Stark.” you smile, curtsying in a fashionable manner. Your eyes stood glued on his as his lips brushed against the palm of your hand. “I’m truly honoured to be here.”

“…I’m certain you are.” Cregan answered, eyeing you skeptically.

Hearing false compliments wasn’t out of the ordinary for the wolf of Winterfell. He knew well enough that you weren’t suited for the North. You were a Southern lady, used to the life of feasts, luxury, and sparkly dresses.

“Let us go inside, shall we?” you smiled charmingly, looking up at the tall castle with dread in your eyes.

“Aye, so we shall.” Cregan nodded, his broad shoulders most notable as he sauntered into the opened gates.

✫彡

The first night went unfamiliar to you, the harsh blows of the cold weather creating a prominent presence looming over the already melancholic times.

You sat in your chambers, sitting at the stony window sill as you watched Cregan from above.

The lord was overlooking young squires on the courtyard, engaged in conversation with the knight in charge of guiding the young to-be-knights.

All dressed in fur, shoulders looking as if they were padded. Cregan’s hair was tied up, with two front strands escaping and hanging loose. His grey-blue eyes stood glued at watching the young squire’s techniques, and you could only sigh as you got lost in his appearance.

Ever since stepping foot into the North of Westeros, you’d developed a strange sense of interest in the beauty of Northern men. How they all dressed so grimly, but intimidating. How they’re oh-so honourable and hard working. How they always seemed so clean shaven but rugged all at once.

And you could not help but wonder what it would be like had you wedded one of them.

Being completely honest, you’d never really been the sort of maiden to stay inside of her chambers, waiting for her husband to return from his duty, deprived of affection.

With any Southern lord, being a doting unappreciated wife would never cross your mind.

But with Northern men, however, you had the feeling your efforts wouldn’t go unnoticed.

Before you could continue your vulgarly confusing thoughts, you saw Cregan’s eyes shift to yours, finding your gaze.

You could only lean against the window, a hand on the stony side as you gazed back at him. Your hair was loose, and you were dressed in your creamy beige nightdress.

You held his gaze for a moment, until ultimately turning away, leaving the implications of that gaze to his imagination.

✫彡

By the third day, you’d been reading in the old library belonging to House Stark. You’d sat on a plush seat, the dusty book on your lap as your gentle fingers flipped through the pages.

But you weren’t alone.

Cregan Stark sat near you, his knees in almost touching proximity to yours.

“Aye, the North is cold, but it’s honest.” he tells you, gently shutting his own book. “The snow doesn’t lie about its intention. No courtly games like they play in the South.”

“Oh, please.” you smiled, shutting your book as well. your body shifted so it was facing his, resting your head on one hand. “The courtly games are what makes it so fun.”

“Now, riddle me this.” You smiled, noting his full attention on you. His body language exuded calmness, and you felt secure in the knowledge that his comfort lies with you. “How do you not like courtly games? Personally, it makes my life all the more amusing.”

“I suppose it’s all jesting for you, princess.” Cregan said, his eyes resting on yours. “Amusement or not, I’d rather know where I stand…”

“With you, however…” His eyes trailed down to your bare shoulder, the white nightdress you’re wearing very much a sight of sore eyes. “I think I know.”

“Oh, do you?” you teased, cocking a brow. “And how so, pray tell?”

“Well…” he grunted, shifting in his seat to tighten the proximity around you two. “You’d do well not to cross any Northern man. They don’t take well to… courtly games.”

You only smiled at that, your upper body instinctively leaning in, albeit torturously slow.

“And, uh, suppose I… marry a Northern lord.” you teased quite coquettishly, a hand moving to rest on the thick fur coating his body. “What am I in for.”

You watched as his smirk only widened, gently taking the hand that rested on his fur, and taking it in his.

“Marry a Northern lord like me, and have your nights warmed under the thick fur of blankets.” he says, his thumb rubbing against your knuckles. “Northern loyalty runs deep, princess. That’s what you’d be in for.”

You nodded slowly, and you could not help but notice those coloured eyes of his descending onto your perky breasts.

Great, this was all going well so far. “I’d imagine… do you think he’d gift me a pup? I’ve always wanted a tiny pet, to keep.”

“Yeah?” The lord licked his lips, a hand resting on your waist. “You think you’d handle a wolf properly?”

“Well, I would.” you smiled, nodding in agreement. “I’m a dragon… and dragons do not surrender that easily.”

You smiled, shifting in your seat again as Cregan amusedly indulged you in your silly thoughts. “Just imagine it, my lord. I’d be holding that pup every night trying to get it to warm to me.”

Your hand slowly, but surely, trickled down to his clothed thigh, trying to maintain a sense of quiet intimacy.

“You’ll have your work cut out for you, then.” his voice lowered, bordering on husky. “Wolves aren’t so easily tamed, not even by someone with…”

He paused for a moment, a hand gently taking the one you placed on his thigh.

“…your charms.”

You’d have a cheeky comeback on the tip of your tongue, had it not been for Cregan’s lips descending upon yours, clashing together like Blackwoods and Brackens.

You let out a soft breath as you eased into the kiss, feeling his large hands grip your waists as if his life depended on it.

Your hands moved from his shoulders, to his neck, and then to his armoured chest. The armour he carried felt cold to your hands, yet it made it all the more sinful.

“Did you have this in mind?” you murmured against his lips, tongue circling his as you so sloppily attempted to kiss him. “Seducing me?”

The silence engulfed you two for a moment, only being overshadowed by the sound of soft breaths.

“You have it wrong, princess.” he breathed, firmly planting you upon his lap, your back pressing against his chest. “Do you take me for a halfwit?”

You smiled, looking over your shoulder as you attempted to chase his lips with yours again.

“No, but I certainly did not take you for a man so easily seduced.” you teased, guiding his hands to your clothed breasts. “You don’t seem the type to give in that easily.”

“Because it’s untrue.” he spoke up, lips brushing to against your neck. “But do you honestly think nothing would be done about the way you saunter around, looking as you do?”

His hands slowly tugged against your nightdress, pressing a hard kiss to your achy jaw before pulling away.

“Lay yourself down on the carpet.” he commanded, hands shifting to peel off his fur coat, along with his armour and tunic.

All you could do was nod and watch on as his armour went discarded on the floor, the metal material cranking against the stone ground.

His bare chest was now visible, the defining abs illuminated by the glowing fire. His hair messed up when he threw his tunic over his head.

“Cregan, I-"

And in one moment, you felt his large body overshadow yours, clashing lips again. Cregan lifted his body as to not crush you, hands on either side of your head.

You only permitted yourself to breathe unevenly, stead of moan. Your hands found his shoulders, desiring to pull him closer than possible.

“Ever since you’ve arrived you’d been nothing but trouble.” Cregan murmured, lips finding your throat. “Sauntering around with your ladies, endlessly teasing me.”

Your legs only shifted to wrap around his waist, back slowly arching at the kisses.

He took notice, and let one of his hands pin you down, lips descending towards your perky breasts.

“Gods, you’re wrong for this.” he grunted, swirling his tongue around the nipple. “For provoking me, as you did yesterday, and the day before that.”

“For thinking you have the authority to do this to a lord.” he breathed, your small breast fitting into his large palm.

“For…” he continued, kissing down your stomach, before ultimately glancing back at you “…thinking you’d get away with this.”

“I did not think I’d get away with this.” you tease, watching as he moves face-to-face again. “Which is why I did it.”

Your hands find his muscled arms, squeezing it gently. “I want to know how Northern men do it.”

You’d think you were jesting, but were you truly?

You’d have opened your mouth to say anything else, looking up at him, if it weren’t for the Northern lord himself roughly flipping you to your stomach.

“You wish to know, my princess?” he murmurs, unlatching his breeches. “You’d have your first time be with a Northman?”

You nodded, cheek resting on the carpet fabric without surrender. “Yes. Gods yes.”

He hiked your skirt around your waist, your plump ass visible to his peering eyes.

“You’ll be ruined for other men, aye.” He grunted, his hand wrapping around his rock hard cock.

“That’s good, because I desire no one save you.” you smiled, allowing him to lift your hips up and arch your back.

“Yeah?” he smirked, the tip of his cock rubbing against your damp hole. “You’ll have me make you my wife?”

You nodded, impatiently moving your hips. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”

“You’d be a good wife, wouldn’t you?” he grunted once again, head finally pushing into your unloosened clit. “No Southern games, no poignant looks of yours.”

“You like that about me.” you painfully breathed, feeling the uncomfortable ache of his cock in your newly penetrated cunt.

His head descended, placing gentle kisses upon your shoulders. “A maiden. Perhaps you aren’t as well-equipped to handle a wolf as you said you were.”

“I am.” you protested, pushing your hips back. “Move your hips. I wish to prove myself.”

He only speeded up his thrusts, and as you allowed the moans to fill your lips, his hands found a way to push your head down.

“You’d carry my pups?” he asked, thrusting into you aggressively, pumping his cock in and out. “Wait on my cock every night?”

You only moaned incredulously, asscheeks clapping along with every snap of his hips.

“Yes.” you breathed, gasp and claps filling the room. “Fuck, put a babe inside of me. I want your children.”

“We’ll have to wed sooner, before the babe gets born in wedlock.” he grunted, hands gripping your hips, pushing you back onto his thick length. “But that’s what you wanted all along, was it?”

You gripped the fabric of the carpet, cheeks burning as it rubbed against the irritating carpet.

“For a thick cock such as this.” he teased, tugging at your hair.

“Yes.” you moaned pathetically, cheeks flushed as you felt a knot forming into your stomach.

Your lips parted, your eyes rolling above-ways.

“Yes, yes!” you moaned loudly, feeling his hands grope your breasts. “Fuck, you’re moving fast.”

“Never fast enough.” he murmurs, member sliding against your wet slit.

He could feel your tight walls clenching around him, milking his cock for all it is worth. His grip on you tightened as he thrust down to meet your upward motion.

And with one sharp thrusts, you felt the knot loosen and the cream dripping out your twitching clit.

Yet, he didn’t stop, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he rode you through your orgasm.

The feeling of your walls clenching around his cock was enough to send him reeling as well, burying himself deep inside of you.

Hot spurts of cum dripping out of your hole, you completely got yourself spent, closing your eyes and deciding you could just fall asleep on this carpet.

“No sleeping in the library.” he scolded lightly, putting on his fur coat, covering his naked physique. “Come here.”

You exhaustedly crawled over to him again, and snuck yourself into his coat, the clothing covering both of your naked bodies.

“I’m taking you to your chambers.” he sighs, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “And for the next time, do not attempt to get so exhausted. I went easy on you this time.”

[sunset-peril]

Lore for Newbies - Special Project Cykes

*The Story So Far*

On October 7th, 2020, Los Kyoto First Responders arrived at GYAXA Space Enterprise's Cosmos Space Center after receiving a call about a dark-haired man carrying a bloody sword. After evacuating the building, police found the dead body of Dr. Metis Cykes on a table in the robotics lab. Her eleven-year-old chronically ill daughter was removed from the crime scene by paramedics before officers arrived and was erroneously declared missing when she was actually taken to the ER for neurosurgery following a stab in the head. Athena's bodily fluids (blood and other fluids associated with stabbing wounds, idk I'm not a biologist) were found on scene. The incident was ruled as a homicide, and the suspect turned himself in before apprehension.

A few days later, a bomb explodes on the HAT-1 rocket, leading to the HAT-1 Miracle. On October 13th, the trial of Simon Blackquill for the murder of Metis Cykes (and stabbing of Athena Cykes) begins and ends. Simon pleads guilty and is convicted with the death penalty. The only witness was young Athena, testifying only 6 days after her surgery. The FBI forcibly removed her from the courtroom, and Simon attacked them. Athena was not seen again after Simon's verdict. A memorial service was held and a gravestone was placed for her on October 15th despite the fact that there was no evidence she'd met with additional foul play.

Four years later, an Interpol field agent named Klavier Gavin was sent to infiltrate a facility owned by the French government. Inside this facility, he found a full-functional pit bull fighting ring. What shook him to his core were the fighters: not pit bulls, not canines at all. Children. Human children pitted against the largest and most aggressive dogs Europe had. He found himself face to face with a female teen, nearly undressed in preparation for her nighttime battle. He asked for her name, then a picture, then fled the facility to report to Interpol the atrocities he'd witnessed that night. A year later, he was in Los Kyoto as a rockstar and prosecutor, but never forgot what he'd done with Interpol. Her name was Venus, and that memory haunted him every day.

Shortly after meeting Klavier that night, Venus defeated the champion dog, becoming queen of the pit. However, she'd gone over the maximum weight requirement of the pits, and she was handed over to the EUAS asylum Sanatorium Lac de Libellules in Paris, France to be euthanized.

Back in Japanifornia, about a year or so later, Phoenix Wright had been exonerated of his forging crimes, allowing him to become reinstated if he so wished. Apollo joined the Wright Anything Agency and the Gramarye shenanigans were over. During the night, Edgeworth called Wright. His sister, Franziska von Karma, had notified him of a human rights case involving a child who was near the same age as the missing Athena Cykes, the sole witness in the Blackquill case he was trying to reopen. Unfortunately, due to the nature of this case, the child needed a place to stay and an employer before they could process her rescue. Knowing that Phoenix was a sucker had a good heart for hurt children, Edgeworth reached out to see if he would take her in. Phoenix accepted in late November of 2026, and a deathly ill Venus was rescued from the Sanatorium on February 15th, 2027 just minutes before her scheduled execution.

Interpol's chosen rescue team, who's specialty was rescuing and rehabilitating EUAS victims, found a shattered spinal tap needle in her spine. The surgery to remove the fragments caused three heart attacks and severe sepsis, Venus' spine had to be replaced from the ribcage down. Initial fears for her survival developed into fears for her rehabilitation, she was extremely fearful of men and the rescue team found evidence for physical, mental, medical and sexual abuse. Venus' was retrained to respond to the name "Athena Cykes", given new memories, had some cosmetic work done, had her PhD reissued under the new name and was given an attorney's badge before being sent to Los Kyoto.

Although her past caused her to interpret many social situations incorrectly, Venus/Athena adapted well to her new free life. The one snag was that she had to wear two medical ID bands on her arm that denoted her as "legally insane" since she officially had escaped a death-row level asylum on circumstances not related to being discharged. With that information, the right person could feasibly rip apart her entire impersonation. If her impersonation unraveled before the 1st-year-anniversary of her rehabilitation placement, she'd be returned to the rescue team where she ran the risk of her captors seizing her again. Despite her trauma and physical issues, she settled down (not in a marriage way, just in the no-more-kool-aid-man-energy way) and made friends. Athena's family and friends took her in as if she really was their missing loved one, and she even found a loved one of her own in her co-worker, Apollo Justice. A man.

Athena/Venus, after a midnight 911 call in November 2027, was readmitted to a Los Kyoto asylum known as Pavilion Crisis Care (why are there so many dang asylums in this lore?) and tentatively diagnosed with a genetic respiratory defect known as "pulmonary vascular endothelial dysplasia" (as far as I'm aware, this isn't a real medical name heheh I just asked an AI to spit something fancy-like out for me) PVED causes the blood vessels supporting the Oxygen-CO2 air sacs in the lungs to be abnormally thin and weak, leading to them bursting (and the patient coughing up blood) when blood pressure skyrockets. Due to her sketchy legal circumstances, PCC tried to retain her, but Apollo was able to get power of attorney over her so he could take her home, as he knew she had PTSD regarding asylums (but didn't know exactly why).

In December, Clay Terran was stabbed and killed in the same building Metis and Athena were stabbed in, directly beneath the robotics lab as two more bombs went off. As the last joint incident was found to be terroristic, this second bombing-homicide was labelled high-priority. As Venus/Athena tries to grapple with confusing fuzzy memories of the building, she finds herself front-and-center for the Courtroom #5 bombing and gains a hemorrhage of the brain from a severe concussion. While Venus/Athena is in neurosurgery, the hospital finds suspicious brain scans dated 7 years beforehand showing the brain death & damage present in Venus/Athena's brain and a scan showing complete brain death under Athena's name.

The day after, Venus/Athena returns to the court to try and defend Juniper, but is rehospitalized when her stiches break following a PTSD episode and upon finding Apollo assaulted in the courtroom ruins.

After Juniper is acquitted and both Apollo and Athena heal from their respective injuries, Apollo takes his leave of absence to investigate Clay's death, and Venus/Athena confesses to Wright about being instructed to impersonate Athena.

*The next chapter of the trilogy begins here*

So that's my nonsense. Make of my nonsense what you will.

If I forgot anything than I'll fix it tomorrow I'm tired. I purposefully left out a bunch of canon stuff because it's not my lore lol.

[demigod-jack-hearth]

Au - Open starter (Mental)

TW (insanity, self harm)

Au - all relationships with jack are the same / his kids are still his kids

You haven't visited jack for 6 months, not since he was sent to the mental asylum after he finally snapped from a power overload

You've decided it was time to visit him.

Once you arrive at the asylum and sign in. you can hear screams of patients as you are led through the corridors towards Jack's cell

Once you enter Jack's cell, you realise how horrible he's being treated

The cell is painfully white, squishy pillows cover the walls with marks on each one

Jack is curled up in the corner wearing a straight jacket and gently rocking himself, muttering incoherent phrases

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[dearestzaychik]

Our Forsakened Destiny.

This Fanfic is for those starving Forsaken Fans out there by the way!!

(( same here ngl... ))

[ Forsaken x Isekai'd Reader ]

[ Gender Neutral Reader ]

TW : Cursing, Touching Jokes ( only mentioned once ), DoubleFedora Mentioned but It's not something that will happen during the actual story.

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[ PROLOGUE ]

READER’S POV.

Clouds up in the skies, in a bustling city during the afternoon as they woke up to the sound of ringing.

“..What time is it already?”

Stated the individual, picking their phone up from the stand as they glanced at the upcoming discord notifications and a call from their friends. Their messages flickering in the channel as the Voice channel looked to be active as well. Looks like Peanut is the most active in the channel as of late.

MENTAL ASYLUM

The NUT :

@Loser101

Join.

Naps :

They might be asleep nut..

The NUT :

at 2 in the afternoon

I don’t think so

Their waking up bc

I said so!

Loser101 :

Boo

Hobo :

Oh my goodness me

Toilet

Menoes :

WAITT THEIR BOTH ALIVE

Hobo :

Im pooping rn

Loser101 :

Hold your horses I jst woke up..

The NUT :

Did you

stay up late..

again

Loser101 :

Yeah…

Menoes :

I think we might have gotten [ Y/N ] addicted to Forsaken..

The NUT :

GOOD

Now join us!!

@Loser101

Naps :

Don’t forget to join VC as well!

Stupid Idiot :

[ Sent an Attachment. ]

Loser101 :

Hold on I still need to get up dawg..

The NUT :

well be quicker

Menoes :

Veen I’m gonna touch you.

Stupid Idiot :

Yeahhh I’m switching out of 07..

Menoes :

WAITT NO I'M SORRY—

Naps :

Oh my days, Just play the game already the match is starting!

[ Message #general ]

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Right, Your dear friends. A few days ago, they seemed to pull you into a game called Forsaken on Roblox. Usually, you don't play games such as Roblox, preferring Identity V over games like that. But they somehow pulled you into a Roblox Game that had somewhat of the same mechanics as Identity V, hence the heavy persuasion from Peanut especially.

“Impatient as always.”

You quoted, knowing how impatient Peanut can be. They already seemed to have started before you, but nevertheless they can wait a little longer. After all, you just woke up and you at least needed to get ready for the day.

THIRD PERSON POV.

Getting up from the bed, slipping into your bunny slippers as you walked to the Kitchen. Turning on the Coffee Machine.. It was just a normal day like always, Thankfully there was a Holiday during Friday meant it was gonna be a Long Weekend. You didn’t need to worry about going to work for now, that’s for sure.

Peanut and the others are still waiting, but they wouldn’t mind waiting for a little while longer. Even though you played the game, you didn't know much compared to how the group knew the Techniques and Story for each character. Maybe the basics of the gameplay you definitely grasped, but the Story behind the characters? Not so much. Maybe the simplified version, but even so it's still limited knowledge about the game itself.

Maybe one day you’ll finally find the time to actually start reading and looking into the story itself.

Ding! Seems like the coffee machine is done making your coffee, you can actually start going through your day.

READER’S POV.

As you were about to take a sip of your freshly brewed coffee, a notification rang in the air once more.. Right, Peanut and the others were still waiting for you. As you opened Discord, you didn’t bother to read the messages in the channel as you immediately joined the VC.

“Oh my god… The whole entire server is targeting us at this point!”

Stated Naps, seemingly frustrated at the current situation she had at hand.

“We’re healers, of course they would target us because we are practically a whole healing buffet for the survivors if we keep surviving!”

Meos replied to Naps, At this point not taking everything seriously as he laughed it off.

“Finally, [ Y/N ] joined the vc... Join us right now in Forsaken or else I’m gonna fucking loose it.. I’m about to be killer right now and may Zeus strike me down if I’m lying, I’M GONNA MURDER THIS FUCKING GUEST-”

Peanut suddenly shot out, before muting her mic. She doesn’t usually open her mic unless it's to call something out or rant about a player, either way Peanut is just.. being Peanut.

“Alright, alright.. Just give me a moment to open my PC then I’ll join.”

You, along with Meos and Naps continued to chat in the call as you joined the server. Looks like Veen was in here too, but he didn’t have his mic opened. Either way, you managed to join in time as the Round loaded in, With Peanut being the Killer as Mafioso.. While you played Chance, unable to switch characters either way since you joined as soon as the round started.

“WAIT OH MY GOD THERE’S A 007N7 IN THE ROUND–”

“Meos, No.”

Surprisingly after that whole thing as well as Peanut killing off the Toxic Guest she wanted to kill, The round was a friendly round as Peanut didn’t seem to want to kill anybody else.. Other than the fact that she was approaching you slowly of course.. She shipped DoubleFedora, but was very open to other ships of course. The pinnacle of being a Multishipper..

“No, no, no. Stop being gay...”

Naps stated, trying to body block Peanut away from you, definitely done from Peanut’s shenanigans.. You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh, this was the usual events that happened during your gameplays with your dear friends. Sadly, Caleb and Debt didn’t seem to be able to play today, but there were still plenty of times to play with them either way.

“Sorry guys, I prefer 1x1x1x1 x Sonic the Hedgehog as my OTP..”

Veen suddenly stated, jumpscaring everybody with how randomly timed he opened his mic. Earning a questionable silence in the voice call before the collection of sudden screams replied..

“..WHAT-”

After the round ended, A Message popped up onto your screen. It quoted..

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[ team c00lkidd join today! ]

- [ YES ]

- [ NO ] [ YES. ]

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“..Guys, do you know what this message is?”

Although it seemed to be somewhat in themed of what you’re playing, considering there was a Killer that was themed around c00lkidd, but you couldn’t help but feel wary about the message. After all, none of your friends ever mentioned a message like this.

“What do you mean by a message? Did someone message you?”

Meos asked, seemingly clueless about the message you received. His tone feigned concern, earning you Naps and the other’s attention as well.

“..No, it's a message box that popped up in the game. It says `team c00lkidd join today`.”

Before you could even get a reply from any of your friends, your PC started crashing as multiple errors seemed to come out while everything else was becoming glitchy and distorted. Your friends tried reaching out, feigning even more concern when you didn’t respond.

“..[ Y/N ]? A—-re yo[] there?—”

“Can yo[] 6ear u—”

The voices of your friends glitching out before an uncomfortable silence lingered in the air, their voices long gone as the only thing you seemed to be able to hear was a static noise coming from your PC. Suddenly, there was a force pulling you in specifically from the Monitor itself. No matter how hard you tried to pull yourself away from it, the harder it was to get out of this predicament. Eventually, the force overpowered your feeble strength as a human, getting sucked inside the Monitor as everything around you seemed to crumble apart and glitch out even more.

You were scared, frightened to say the least. After all, You still had so much to live for. Looking at your hands as you fell into a black abyss, you can see yourself glitching out as well. Although it was painless, it sent a wave of sickness through you. As the further you fell, the more it was a struggle to even open your eyes. The last thing you could see before you passed out was a pop up in red stating..

[ Welcome to your new home. ]

:)

Whether that message was meant to comfort you or not, It definitely didn’t help. Whatever was happening to you, it was far from normal against Human standards if it weren’t so obvious enough. Cursing yourself as you couldn’t open your eyes any longer, succumbing to the abyss that pulled you further and further as your little life was about to take a turn. 

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[ ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED. ]

Welcome to Hell.

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Onto the next chapter..

Chapter 1 :

NOTES

I'm starving so I decided to cook food myself.. It might look like a bit of a joke first but we can take some jokes then and there! Especially since this is just the prologue :3

Right now, this is a small introduction to a series so do hope in mind that everything might not stay the same!

[niightniines]

Alright Deathnote fandom, let's get this straight:

(tw: mentions of suicide and brain damage)

Misa Amane was kidnapped against her will and held in captivity for 52 days, aka 7 weeks, 1,248 hours, and a little under ⅙th of a year. During this captivity, she looked like this

Arms bound, strapped in, either standing or sitting, fully blinded, and only able to move when using the bathroom. She can talk and she can hear, but who is there to talk to? What is there to hear? Only the robotic, inhuman voice of her captor every few days asking her nonsensical questions about Kira and absolutely nothing else. Do you wonder if at some point she screamed until her voice gave out in a desperate attempt for something, ANYTHING, to happen? Maybe someone will come in and gag her again. Maybe they'll actually ask her what's wrong. Maybe someone will hear her outside, or the "stalker" will finally let her go. But knowing L who knows that a reaction is what she wants, he would simply mute the audio feed and ignore her for a few hours.

She tried to kill herself. Do you remember that? She almost bit her tongue. The torture was too much for her, and she would have gone through with it had they not forcibly stopped her from doing so. I don't think we can fully grasp just how damaging *fifty two* days of sensory deprivation to this extent truly is. Had Ohba done any research into what effects this torture would give Misa in the long term, she would be a sitting vegetable for the rest of her life fully incapable of anything, probably in a mental asylum. Misa Amane's confinement is extremely horrific and we fail to truly realize that.

She can't see. She can't move. There is nothing to hear, and nobody to talk to. And of course, the whole time she's wrapped up in some wet dream's uniform of nothing but a rag and bondage gear. For 52 days. That is 7 weeks, 1,248 hours, and roughly ⅙th of a year. let it sink in.