#tw jacyn

[otter--anon]

The otter had left.

This was not of any particular concern to it beyond the new unpredictability of the being.

It supposed it had less of a tool, now, but what it has done was all under the guise of 'Jacyn.'

The consequences were piled onto the human's back, as expected.

It was fortunate that the human it was copying had already ruined its own reputation amongst many. It made its own actions more believable.

Best to keep up the ruse and confusion.

Red ribbon around a heart, warm in its grip. Hearts were seen as 'romantic'. It seemed fitting for 'Jacyn' to be doing.

A note.

' love ya shells. dont have too much fun with cherry now. ya little rebellions just ah phase. ya know it. '

Left there for the otter to find.

Still warm.

Still fresh.

Shelly unlocks the door to her house. She had finally gotten Morgan to somewhat not hate her.

As she steps inside, she steps on something.

She looks down and instantly feels a pit form in here stomach.

She kneels down next to it, it looks like something out of an pinterest post.

With the ribbon tied neater than she thought Jacyn was capable of, and the slow drop of blood onto the carpet.

"Jacyn."

She pulls the note from the ribbon, blood stains on the paper as well.

She reads over it a few times before just sitting down against the door, tilting her head back and taking a few deep breaths.

[kitshomeforwaywardsouls]

It’s finally done😭 My piece of Angel and Jacyn has been completed.

This bitch had the audacity to take me 8 hours to finish. >:/ Click on the picture for better quality.

Don’t mind her, she’s just helping her son patient out of a depressive slump.

For anyone following the weird tumblr canon there are a few easter eggs hidden around 😉

[morgsdrew]

— — —

The first thing she heard was beeping sounds. It was constantly repeating, pulling her out of her unconsciousness. It was quiet aside from the heart monitor and Morgan forgot what it felt like to have your mind clear and silent.

It was nice—

But as soon as she took note of that, she heard Chat again, slowly getting louder as if they were getting pulled back to her again.

She stirred. Her whole body felt heavy but Morgan forced her eyes to open, wincing and squinting at the fluorescent lighting.

Morgan opened her mouth to speak but the feeling of being disoriented and her mouth feeling dry made her pause.

She blinked a couple of times, eyes seeing unfamiliar white walls and her fingers twitched against the white sheets. A faint memory of what happened lingered in her mind.

What happened— what did she do?

Her eyes closed again, a groan escaping her lips. Fuck. This was her first time experiencing this and she … really wasn’t having a good time. Chat excitedly chattering again wasn’t helping at all. But she did caught one name in midst of their non-stop talking.

Conner?

**long Rp entry**

Yes, Morgan has asked for him to come over. And yes, he's promised that he was on the way. He's also promised to look after Morgan. But sometimes, having the double identity as a superhero, means that you have to push back promises a little. He even thought about texting Morgan that he'd be late, or to apologize for canceling. But judging by the time, he could reasonably claim that he got held up by traffic, or by an attempted train robbery.. Whatever sounds more believable in Gotham yeesh.

All this to say, Conner knew he was late. But he was here *now* and he was planning to make the most of what time they have left of the day, to be honest, he's still not sure what's really up. That cryptid request from Jacyn sounded more serious than a twisted ankle, or maybe Tim's paranoia is just rubbing off on him.

Conner knocked on Morgan's door. And waited. And waited. And knocked some more. "Mo?" he called from outside. "Morgan? I'm sorry I'm late, I got heldup on the way. Can you open the door?" he asked again, louder this time. And nothing. And suddenly, Conner had this sinking feeling, and twisted the knob open himself, with no care to the finger-shaped dents he left behind.

"Morgan!?"

@conner-kent-central

Morgan’s tired.

She had never been tired like this before and Morgan doesn’t know what to do. Things happened, more issues were formed, and everything just started to spiral down too fast, she couldn’t control it.

And Morgan threw out her meds out impulsively. She doesn’t need it. It doesn’t work.

Running away and going out as Carnival was her form of escape. When she twisted her ankle, she lost that.

At worst, she thought she might fall back into bad habits. Not feel empty as she sat in her bedroom everyday. Morgan had never felt so trapped in her own safe space before and it was the worst feeling she could feel, she wished to scratch it away.

And sleeping was getting harder to reach.

Ani and Vice were over at some point, Morgan thought they could ease her. It wasn’t help but it was company while Jacyn her moms were away. It didn’t help. Conner was her last try, he was supposed to come over like Jacyn promised but he never came like Jacyn did.

It wasn’t intentional, she supposed. One pill to help to sleep. One more for good measure. But sleep never came. And Morgan was tired, she just wanted to rest and she was desperate.

By the time Conner came, Morgan was far from conscious and her heart beat was too slow.

[stray-tim]

Stray lets himself be moved, leaning close all the while. The rambling on its own does not make much sense to him at first and his thoughts are racing, trying to conclude what is going on.

Jacyn is talking about his parents.

He acts young.

Younger than normal.

He still remembers him.

He does not seem to remember the bad ending of his parents.

Everything he says in regards to his parents is still alarming.

He does not seem to lie.

Maybe age regression with selective memories? Or some villain's plot he got caught up in? Or something entirely different?

Stray shakes his head for a second, to get his focus back. He couldn't just silently analyze.

"Sorry, I just spaced out for a second", he says with an easy smile, as he leans in and gives Jacyn a side hug.

His brother had asked for hugs, so he would deliver, while keeping an eye on his behavior. At least he seemed happy...

"Do you want to puzzle?", he asks with a nod to the clearly used box.

What's wrong? Wit ya? Ya don seem happy.??

I am! Don't worry, I just have a few broken ribs and minimizing moving sucks (๑ᵔᴗᵔ๑)⁠ゞ