#writeing

[emuanon34]

[squidsinatrentchcoat443]

Hey buster can you do like uhhh…Two x Oc?Her name is E!She is a purple letter E with a purple skull bow.She wears eyeliner to make her eyelashes pop!and fishnet fingerless gloves and fishnets stoking!Like E is jealous about Two hanging out with whatever character you want….(She is an overprotective goth girlfriend!!>w<)

It’s fluff btw (I don’t have a drawing of her because I’m lazy like that, btw that smiling friends pfp is such a vibe~~~)

I love her RAAHAHHA……..I lobe smileing friends…

Sorry if it’s kinda short I got lost in story, it’s the lore man

Cheese cake is mentioned

Two X Oc! Fluff, I made it a little angsty but theres comfort :)

Color codes

Story

Angst

Fluff

Talking

(Gif cred @dollywons)

It was the middle of some challenge Two started. Getting blocks? Hadn’t payed attention… E technically wasn’t a contestant but yet wasnt a cohost.

E was sitting outside of the building bored and looking around. There seemed to be some tall block towers that teams were diligently building. Ther seemed to be a few contestants that were running around. It seemed to be semi chaotic? Hard to see. E blankly looked up, wondering where two was. Huh counter in the sky…that’s new.

They continued to look around, fidgeting with her gloves. E noticed something though, two wasn’t anywhere they could see. Not shocking but weird. There was a yellow couch though. Odd.

E got up to try and get a closer look and walking a few feet forward. That’s where Two was! E smiled waking a little faster to meet them. But Two wasn’t alone… They were with someone else. Gatey? Gatey…. Oh. E had noticed the likening that two had with gatey.

It was annoying.

To say the least.

Two seemed to enjoy being with Gatey, in a way that was…worrying? If that’s a word she could use for this.

E began to walk back, obviously upset. She made her way into the hotel passing four and x.

“Hey! Where are you going?!”

There was four.. his grating voice that drove needles into E’s mind. E huffed barely glancing at him. She walked up the tower of stairs it seemed to never end. It was exhausting but, she needed to be alone. She just needed time. She had talked to two about this before. How it was hard to tell when they were ‘just friends’ with another. It was infuriating.

E walked into the shared room she had with two. She walked up to the window looking out on everyone. It was hard to see from up here less to think about. Yet so much more, she was alone.. it made her sick. Why was she like this. She hated being like this..

She sat down on the edge of the bed before slamming down onto it. The room was quiet, the only sound was her breathing and her own thoughts.

“Do they not like me anymore, did I do something, I need to get gatey away. Do something. Something, I-“

E rambled to herself. Trying to have reason. Though there was none, all that she could blame was herself. She was just over protective..

About ten minutes had passed when Two came into the room, well teleported…always forget they can do that.

“Oh E!! The challenge went great! How are..you?”

Two cheerfully spoke before noticing something was obviously wrong with E.

“Hey? Are you-“

“Whats with Gatey. Why do you like her so much…”

Oh. Two give E that shocked blank stare he has. They honestly didn’t know how to respond.

“Well..she had wanted to talk about the team but we had gotten off track.. and-“

“Still! Two I-i…”

E cut off two before drifted off.

“I worry.”

“E.. Gatey’s just a friend really! I would never do something like that to you”

Two sat down next to E on the bed, smiling at her softly. E wasnt quite sure what to do. They sat in silence for a moment before she leaned against them trying for any comfort.

Two complied, wrapping their arms around her. The room was quiet again, but now not as uncomfortable and tense. It was soft and pleasant. A kind of comforting silence of just being.

“Really..? I don’t want to be without you..”

Two pulled back slightly to look at her better. Their expression was soft and genuine.

“Of course.”

E smiled through slightly teary eyes. Falling into their lovers embrace again. Even if there was worry and fear, Two was there. And they were genuine. Really Two was wonderful.. they were very important, something worth protecting.

Though there was still a nagging sense that she should worry and protect this relationship. It wasn’t a fear for now, she just wanted a moment. A moment to be comfortable with Two.

…

“…do you wanna make a cheesecake for tomorrow’s elimination with me..?”

“……yeah.”

[arcticwolfpaws]

Chapter: 11 Sick days

I think it's obvious when I edit chapters after I wright them.... if ya'll like this then I may slow my posts to make sure I'm not stressing myself doing this.

as always link to my AO3 for the other chapters

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56481082/chapters/143531686

Faraj’s P.O.V

I woke up my head pounding and I ground softly cuddling into a ball pulling the blankets over my head, I hadn’t realized just how much my head was going to hurt. I listened as my door opened and heard Alfred’s breathing as he walked up to me I waited until he touched me to make a noise however and I let out a soft whine.

“Come now young master.” He said gently nudging me again, I sighed slowly sitting up but winced at the light from the window and tried to cover my eye. “Oh dear.” I heard Alfred stated right before I heard his foot steps walk away and the world around me grew darker. “Allow me to provide some headache medication.” He stated, I would have nodded but I wasn’t sure my poor head could take it so I mumbled.

“Alright.” as he walked off, gently shutting my door, I let out a soft sigh and ran my hands through my hair stopping on the top of my head and gave it a light tug to try and ease the pain. It didn’t really help but I had to try something with the way my head felt, the door squeaked again, the noise caused me to look up towards it, I had been expecting Alfred however I found father walking in a soft frown across his face.

“How are you feeling Alfred said you looked like you were in pain and head at the very least a headache.” He spoke in a soft tone and I was surprised to hear the softer undertones of genuine worry in his voice, I didn’t know how to react to it. “I want you to get looked at by our doctor. I’m going to have Alfred call you out of school today and I want you to rest alright?” As soft as his voice was, that worry had turned slightly firm leaving no room for me to argue. I just blinked at his blurry figure. I was surprised when he gently grabbed my chin he I was sure he was looking at me but I could barely make out his face much less his expression, I knew he was looking for something, What? Well that was beyond me. However I watched as his face relax a little before he let me go. “I’ll make sure Alfred gets you those meds.” He his tone was yet again gentle, before he started to move away, I don’t know why it upset me as much as it did but I found myself speaking in a very small voice.

“You��re going to come back right?” I watched as he walked far enough for me to see him clearly again he stopped before he turned around before walking back over to me. Before I knew what was happening I was pulled into a tight hug, I couldn’t remember being hugged like that before and I almost wondered if he was trying to squeeze me to death but he slowly loosened his grip and spoke softly.

���I’ll always come back Faraj, even if the world burned down I’d come back for you.” He stated his tone pointed but some how soft? How was it possible for someone to sound firm but so kind? “I’ll be back soon alright? I have some bored meetings and important people to meet but I will be back for dinner.” He slowly let me go completely. He slowly walked out and shut the door, I guess for most people it would have prevented them from hearing anything, but I wasn’t most people.

“Alfred, Can you call the school?” he asked and the older man was quick to reply,

“Of course sir, Is it a concussion?” I could hear the worried tone in his voice, and there was a pause,

“I don’t think so but I want him looked over properly,” There was a pause and he spoke again, “He’s been through a lot, that much shows not just in his scars.” Alfred hummed,

“Did he do something sir?”

“Nothing bad… but I want him talking to Dr Thompkins once he’s comfortable I know it’s not her specialty but the other options aren’t great either.” Father sounded stressed and I frowned had I made him stress? Or was this simply more to some pile I hadn’t yet seen… I mean I did have my suspicions on who he was once the sun went down.

“Of course sir.” his voice was calm, and suddenly my door was opened I glanced up and was met with a soft smile. “Hello young master.” he greeted, I noticed something in his hand but with out glasses I had to rely on my sonar, and honestly all that told me was it was round and metal with what sounded like a full glass on it.

“Hi.” I mumbled and he walked over to me setting the thing down on the end table allowing me to see that it was a metal tray with orange juice on it, I took the glass but before I could take a sip the old man gently took my hand and dropped a 2 pills into it.

“These should help you with you’re head.” I took the pills the slightly bitter orange juice helping me swallow them, when I opened my mouth to speak however Alfred wasn’t having it. “it is part of my job to care for you young master.” He set his hand on my head and spoke in a warm tone, “I have some calls your father has asked me to make.” He stated he turned to leave but seemed to stop by my door. “Please do ring that bell if you find you need something.” With that my door shut again and I was left alone with my throbbing head, I pulled my legs into my chest and let my mind wander to Mr Wilson. Would he be mad? Should I go back to the blue man? I really didn’t want to seeing as it’s pretty cold, Come to think of it what was taking him so long normally he’d have been back by now, it’s been what? Almost 3 months now? That was quite honestly concerning the longest he’d ever been gone was a month how much longer did I have here… did… did I even want to leave? I let out a heavy sigh as I slowly laid back closing my eyes. I liked father, I don’t think I want to go back….

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I woke again for the second time today, due to a weight on my bed, I jumped when I heard a female voice. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea to wake him up i-” My movement had caused her to stop speaking. “Well, I guess that’s not a problem.” She stated and I felt a hand on my knee. “You’re okay son I’m Dr Thompkins, your Father asked that I run a few test alright? Nothing invasive, He just wants to make sure you don’t have a concussion from yesterday alright?” she asked and I paused for a long moment before nodding slowly, he voice told me she was an older woman however I couldn’t see her well, her hair looked white or wait was that her hair or a cloth?

“Umm okay.” spoke slowly and she hummed before she paused. I heard as she took a breath but Alfred spoke before she could.

“He does need glasses they broke during the indecent, and we have not been able to locate his other pair.” He explained as she grabbed my face, I tensed, as I held my breath I really didn’t like strangers touching me and all of my alarms screamed, but I didn’t lash out I didn’t fight I forced myself to stay still.

She ran me through a few tests checked my eyes and asked me a few questions, I think she was just trying to ensure I wasn’t struggling to think.

“He doesn’t have a concussion,” Alfred nodded as she spoke, but she wasn’t done however she glanced back at me, “Let’s have the rest of this conversation else were.” she started and I frowned, Was there something wrong with me? Shit.

“Am I okay?” I asked finding my voice annoyingly small, I sounded pathetic however it got me a very quick answer.

“No, Dear nothing is wrong with you at least not physically I just have some questions for Alfred.” She stated but I couldn’t help but frown seeing as I was a kid. But she took Alfred outside of the room, I was starting to be very thankful that no one knew what I could do.

“Whats the matter Miss Thompkins?” the old man’s voice asked gently,

“Bruce isn’t trying to get that poor boy involved is he? I know that Gotham needs the Batman but an albino? He’s got enough disadvantages as is he doesn’t need to be trying to fight people who could do series damage to him. Especially when he clearly already has scars.” She sounded almost angry, wait…. Batman? Had I really been right about that?

“Master Bruce has no intention of such a thing, Young Faraj was drugged and raised by Slade master Bruce wishes for him to see what it is like to live as a normal child.” Slade? I didn’t think I knew who that was however I kept listening.

“Alright… but that being said you and Bruce need to keep a close eye on him encase he starts getting into fights.” She stated and I was left wondering why she’d be so worried about that, she knew nothing of me.

“I promise you we are keeping a close eye on him.” Alfred stated his tone calm but firm, “Is there anything else, you think we should be aware of?” Despite the question she didn’t answer or at least she didn’t in a verbal way.

I slowly got up and stretched, I glanced at the door. Should I go talk to them? I paused before shaking my head before walking to the bathroom for a shower.

When I stepped out of the shower and made my way to my bed I found clothes laid out for me and I fumbled around as I got dressed, before gently opening the door and poked my nose out. I let out a soft squeak to allow my sonar to work and found nothing unusual in the hall, I slowly and quite honestly blindly walked down the hall. I wandered to were Father’s office was trying to see if he was home and heard him and Alfred speaking, it felt like I was doing a lot of listening in today.

“That’s what she said.” Alfred stated as I pushed open the door,

“Faraj.” Father’s voice was clear and calm when I did. “Alfred Can you make him some hot chocolate, And a glass of tea for myself.” he asked the old man, watched as the door became blurry and felt a hand on my shoulder before I felt a hand on my shoulder before it left as Alfred did. “Faraj, I wanted to ask how you were adjusting. I’m sure this has been a lot for you.” He spoke his voice calm as he spoke again, “And I know that this isn’t what you were expecting.” he stated as he walked up and slipped a pair of glasses on my face I blinked and he smiled gently.

“It’s… been interesting…” I paused as I thought on the m, after more before speaking again. “I’ve never really had friends that I got to stay close to before.” I wasn’t sure why I felt the need to share that but I did. And Father smiled softly as I said that.

“Well Feel free to invite your friends over, I don’t mind hosting a movie night or a sleep over from time to time.” I had no Idea what a sleep over was and tilted my head as I thought about it, it sounded pretty self explanatory but now I was curios.

“A sleep over? Why are you making that sound…. Like an event?” I asked and he chuckles before shaking his head with as soft laugh and spoke.

“It is or well it can be,” he explained he paused for a moment then smiled softly at me, “How about this, why don’t you invite that friend of yours over and I’ll show you. Pillow fort and all.” He sounded so proud of himself but now I was questioning what the hell he meant pillows were not a good material for a fort. “You’re friend. Jason said something about him, the Drake boy right?” He asked and I found myself nodding.

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I wasn’t sure where father got these glasses however they worked well enough for me to read, and reading I was curled up by the fire place reading were a thief found out she was a princess when I heard the door open, I looked up but realized it was on the other side of the room. I just sighed and looked back down, it would be a good minute before who ever it was would be viable and I was going to at least try and finish the chapter before I had to deal with anyone.

“Faraj?!” Tim’s voice called however I found that the heavy layer of books muffled his voice, I sighed softly but despite the interruption of my chapter I found myself smiling before I let out a soft whistle, Tim’s foot steps were annoyingly heavy today and I only realized it was the added weight of his backpack as he got in view. “Hey! Oh… Whatcha readin?” He asked watching up and leaning on the back of the chair.

“Fantasy book.” I told him then paused for a moment I really wasn’t paying much attention to my dark haired friend. “Let me finish chapter.” I mumbled and I could tell he was just waiting as I finished and set the book down before looking up into his blue eyes. “Alright, done.” I told him and he grinned at me.

“Honestly, I was worried about you when you didn’t come to school today are you okay?” He asked, I nodded and he leaned in close to me before his eyes light up. “Did batman save you?” He asked and I wanted to snort but at the same time he was right on some strange level but I shook my head.

“I umm no he didn’t,” I dropped my voice low as I spoke and he looked down at me wide eyeed and I sighed and spoke softly. “If I tell you, you can’t go around telling the hole world got it?” I asked him and he nodded grinning like a dumb ass, I sighed again.

“Killer crock found me and made sure I wasn’t to badly hurt, before he opened the sewers next to the cop station.” I told him and his eyes seemed to sparkle for a long moment before shaking his head softly and laughing a little.

“Okay now you are just pulling my leg. If crock was down there he’d have killed you.” I frowned as he stood back up. “Your dad offered to let me spend the night, he said you’ve never had a sleep over so why don’t you come help me build a fort?” He asked a grinn on his face and I frowned at him and scrunched my nose for a long moment before I sighed and shook my head.

“Alright… but you’re going to have to show me how this works since I haven’t the slightest clue.” I told him and he was practically bouncing as he led me away.

We walked into the main sitting room where Jason had already taken all the cushions off the couch, I froze in the door way, What the hell had I just walked into? Why did I feel like I was going to regret this? Jason looked up at me before he spoke as he grinned from ear to ear.

“Come on Grab some pillows and set up your part Alfred is getting us some extra pillows and blankets.” He Grinned, I hesitated this defiantly felt like he was trying to use this as a way to keep an eye on me like he said he was going to, however I sighed and shook my head and slowly walked in, I once again found my voice quieter then I had intended.

I observed, for a long moment then I sighed and shook my head as I watched them place the cushions like a wall it wasn’t exactly stable however, I had an idea. As I started building I used stray pillows that I found to try and stabilize the wall, everything was going well until Jason hit me with a pillow, I just stepped back startled when Tim grabbed a pillow and attacked him with it I just stepped back all I could hear was them giggling and hearing the ‘thwap’ of them hitting the pillows. I looked up to see who I had bumped into and saw Alfred, He smiled softly as he had an armful of blankets.

“Hello young master, I see that they have started a pillow fight, are you going to join?” He asked and I frowned as I shook my head slowly,

“I don’t think so that looks… painful and unnecessary.” I heard him chuckle softly,

“It is likely best that you avoid it as you have already hit your head enough in the last 48 hours.” As he spoke we watched as Jason was hit Tim hard enough to knock him over.

“Should we… stop them?” I asked as they started rolling on the floor beating one another with pillows while laughing.

“I think it will be alright until-” He was cut off as one of the pillows ripped sending feathers everywhere. I froze my mouth dropping open as the room was showered in feathers. I slowly covered my mouth, and looked over to Alfred who just seemed to sigh softly. Jason spoke quickly as he scrambled.

“I’ll umm help you clean up…” He looked a bit startled mean while Tim was coughing up feathers, as he tried to laugh a little.

“That would appreciated.” He stated Tim and I started to pick up the feathers as well and while I was sure it wasn’t perfect however we seemed to have been able to get most of them, “Let’s not beat one another sense less with feather pillows again.” I stated and Jason chuckled,

“Yeah, I mean to be fair feather pillows pack a surprising amount of a punch.” When he said that Tim laughed,

“Ya’ think? That hurt…. But your face when it broke.” He giggled and Jason swiped his legs out from under him, Alfred sighed and spoke seemingly trying to keep from causing another absolute mess.

“Why don’t we put the roof on the forts and begin a movie.” He stated and the others got excited.

“Oh yeah! Let’s watch ghost hunter’s boo world!” I hadn’t heard of that but Jason snorted.

“Let’s not Faraj doesn’t need nightmares his rooms to close to mine and I don’t want him to wake me up.” He stated firmly, “I mean why don’t we just watch something like? Rise of dragons?” He asked and Tim pouted a bit before thinking on it they both looked at me and called out

“Tie breaker!” I stepped back and slowly stepped back, putting my hands up and I spoke slowly not sure.

“Why not… umm Rise of dragons? It sounds like the first one, and I don’t want to start mid series.” I said softly and Tim seemed to perk up.

“Oh right, that’s fair I should make you watch those movies.” He stated cheerfully as he grabbed me and drug me over to the pile of blankets, I slowly picked one up and watched how they carefully spread them out over the top of there forts and scrambling to fix the walls that fell. I glanced back to Alfred who was walking away however to my surprise both Jason and Tim help me place the blanket when Jason spoke.

“Are you using throw pillows as wall support?” He asked and I nodded

“I thought the cushions might fall and was trying t-” I was cut off by Tim,

“Is it working?” He leaned over and Jason nodded,

“Holding for now, not a bad Idea either.” He stated and crawled in then back out. “ya have to be careful on the inside but looks like it works pretty well.” He stated and I sighed as I slowly sat down and chuckled. Not long after Jason had the moving running Alfred came in giving us each a bowl of popcorn.

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Bat files:

Timothy Drake (Tim)

Age: 12

A good kid from everything I can tell, The drake family travels a lot but at least during the school year they leave Tim home alone. Hes taken a liking to Faraj and I’m going to have to keep an eye on him as the last thing I want is for him to be a bad influence on him.

[persy-r-bozo]

I'm on break so while I'm on break I will ask a question that I will get back to after work.

Elm Also known as the grand old elk is supposed to be autistic.

But as someone who issnt diagnosed but MAY have it. I feel the need to ask is his rep is ok or needs work. And I'd love to hear from those diagnosed or like 99% positive.

Elm is an old elk. He's lived quite long so he's a spry old man. And I'd like him to be on the spectrum or at least implied.

What i have so far :

Elm lives alone on a mountain, he tends to fixate on other animals and loves learning about them (due to the fact he's an elk you could say he's people watching)

He masks well but he can't help but be amazed by others. When given the ok by someone else he will happily talk for hours about his intrestis and findings.

He Hates the sound of his antlers agenst wood and DISPISES the sound they make when they scrape across stone. He often trys to avoid getting rid of his antler velvet due to this but velvet itches and he eventually has to bite the bullet every year and try to get it over with. It's the worst part of his year.

He shakes his whole body as if he's gotten water on it whenever the temperature changes a little too fast.

He Stims. or well the deer version of it.

He lightly stops his front hooves on the ground when he's overwhelmed in either the good or bad way.

He prances around alot dispite his old age.

He is a twist of the writeing. He is seen as omnipresent and extremely noble. He is very noble, sweet and wise. but issnt the stereotypical wise old man.

Is this good or offensive or could use work.??

-someone who may be on the spectrum but cant get diagnosed. but also wants to write a character with it.

[flamingskull28]

Cry Because it's over? No, make gay fanfiction about it to keep it alive.

[aquicat]

when ur reading a fic and you see a juicy word that has a random 'i' infront of it like ithis and. and you know they ireally lost controle

[novaluva]

Here's just a little sneak peek at the fun and amazing work of art that is called...

Airwaves Unscripted (PapaMic) by Chimera_Regarion on WP!

It's crack and it's beautiful and you should definitely go read it right this second- ANYWAY on to it...

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(Izuku Midoriya's POV)

"-and I swear, if I see one more hero posting a 'thoughts and prayers' tweet after doing jack shit to fix the problem, I'm gonna lose my mind." I say, drumming my fingers against the desk.

"Oh-ho, careful, Zuzu!" Dad snickers. "You're gonna make all the corporate heroes cry into their brand sponsorships!"

"Oh no, whatever shall they do? Maybe wipe their tears with the stacks of cash they made off merchandise while ignoring the civilians suffering right outside their shiny-ass agencies?*" I lean into the mic, voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm just a kid, what do I know?"

"You know too much," Dad sighs dramatically. "Society's golden boy, how dare you think critically?"

"I know, I should be grateful!" I throw a hand up. "Look at me, a student at U.A., the peak of all human existence, training under heroes who definitely, absolutely, 100% never screw up or fail anyone! Right, Dad?"

Dad snorts, trying to hold in his laughter. "Oh, absolutely. Heroes are always perfect, and the system has zero flaws."

"Exactly!" I gesture wildly. "*Clearly, those people who get ignored, overlooked, or outright abandoned just didn't try hard enough. If they wanted help, they should've been conveniently located near a hero who was having a good day!"

Dad claps his hands. "And let's not forget the golden rule: If you're not 'hero material, then society's just not built for you! That's your fault, obviously!"

"Mmm, yes, let's talk about that!" I tap the mic. "my new brother, who totally doesn't hate my guts-hi, by the way! spent his entire childhood being told he's villainous because his quirk is scary. Meanwhile, I-quirkless, useless, disposable-got the same treatment but for a different reason. Because society loves picking favorites.*"

Dad hums. "It's almost like... the system is designed to benefit a select few while leaving the rest to rot?*"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, careful now, Dad." I gasp. "That almost sounded like criticism! We can't have that! You're a pro hero! What if people start thinking for themselves?!"

"Perish the thought!"

"Exactly!" I slam my hands down. "Heroes are the good guys, and if you dare question anything about them, you must be anti-hero or pro-villain! Those are the only two options, right?"

Dad dramatically wipes a fake tear. "It's so simple when you put it like that, Zuzu."

"I try." I smirk. "Wouldn't wanna burden people with nuance or critical thinking. That's dangerous, you know."

"Super dangerous."

We both pause. The silence lingers for a second, stretching just long enough to be uncomfortable.

Because it's not really a joke.

We mean every word.

"Anyway," I shake my head, breaking the moment. "Let's move on before we accidentally wake up the morality police. What's next?"

Dad glances at his notes. "Ooooh, this one's fun! 'Heroes with their own energy drinks-a discussion on capitalism, branding, and selling out!"

I groan. "Oh, kill me now."

Dad cackles. "Buckle up, partner, it's gonna be a wild ride!"

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... Please go read it, it's crack and I'm living for it

[zr-art-world]

Ok, so I am putting my the story I have been wanting to write on paper with a first chapter that I am writing for my creative writing class and I am noticing something.

The way my maladaptive daydreaming ideas are filtered through. Like, I will have this elaborate picture in my head of my ocs doing something with music that I have been listening to on repeat for probably an hour. And then putting it on paper and my brain being like "ok, now, lets take this and make it actually make sense."

[maggotsinyourbirthdaycake]

What was Kriss’s reaction to finding out about Leo?

Love this question. I think during the initial phone call when the news gets broken to him that he *might* have a kid and throughout the drive to the hospital to do the DNA test he's able to stay relatively calm,he only cries for 45 minutes in the car before going in the building👍

But as the hours pass and the stress builds and they're asking him a shit ton of questions about his living situation,volunteering more information about how Rachel died, the kids name and what he witnessed, stuff they definitely wouldn't be telling him if it wasn't confirmed it's his kid, and the DNA test comes back *positive,* he absolutely loses it. He throws up in the hospital bathroom, cries on the floor, thinks about smoking a joint in there but doesn't because pot is illegal in New Hampshire and doesn't want to get caught lol. But he's absolutely *panicking,* just this gut-twisting mix of panic and dread and guilt and anger, he's completely sobbing on this dirty hospital floor for a good hour. After calming down a *bit* Kriss is emotionally drained and somewhere between numb and emotionally overloaded,feeling like absolute shit and at this point has no intention of taking in a child, a severely traumatized he knows nothing about but before leaving he asks if he can just see him one time,just to know what his kid looks like. The nurses bring him to Leo’s hospital room and he sees him through the door window. This tiny, curled up little bumb in the blankets on the hospital bed,a mess of light brown hair peeking out,and he gose in the room witch he wasn't even planning to do and fully sees his son,his child for the first time. This pale thin little dude,with a mess of freckles and bright green eyes, Rachel's eyes but Kriss's eye shape. He ends up sitting with him for hours, just watching him,Leo ie essentially mute and this time but just sharing space with him. Those 3 hours where all it took for Kriss to completely change his mind, for this quiet, wide-eyed little thing to completely have his heart,he just felt this confusing overwhelming need to protect this kid,to just *be there.* Especially after the social worker told Kriss that Leo's maternal grandparents, Chester and Diane rolly had made it very clear that they had no interest in pursuing guardianship or custody of Leo, citing their age(they're like in their 80s) and grief of losing Rachel, who they hadn't had consistent contact with since Leo was 5. They tell Kriss that Leo would go into foster care, and that with his recent and severe trauma it would not be in his best interest, that he needs stability and a loving, safe support system. Kriss's life isn't exactly what you'd call stable but God dammit he would make this shit work for his kid.

More more more bring them on👏👏👏

[lastweekscoffee]

Someday, I want to make a wholesome LGBTQ+ comic that's about people just existing and figuring themselves out.

About falling in love with someone, yourself, and no one at all. Healing from mental illness/working with it. Making friends that love you for you and don't care how you're different. Seeing yourself for the first and falling to your knees out of grief, love, and euphoria.

I want to make something little me would have found comfort in seeing. Something that says, "No matter what, you'll be okay." And, "You don't have to change yourself for others." And "You aren't a monster for your pain."

That's for the future, though. I have so many other unfinished queer writing that I have yet to finish. For the future, though

[that-lazy-animator]

Mlp infecteds au

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The love flower infecteds

Chapter 1

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Beginning Characters.

Phoenix Rose (Oc)

Daniel (Oc)

Zecora.

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beginning

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A long time ago a male pony was in love with another pony, but she never loved him back. He went to Zecora's house to ask for a love potion. But Zecora told him no, and it was risky. As he was sitting there as Zecora lectured him about the love potion, he saw a book. Some pages were ripped/fell out of it. It was about a love potion. He took the book and ran off. Zecora was confused but shrugged it off. As she was cleaning, she noticed a book missing. Daniel went home and started making the potion. He added everything in it. Water, rose petals, and coriander, but there was one he never heard of. The love rose. He had never heard of it before, but he needed to add it, so we went into the dark Everfree Forest. When I got to the deepest part of the forest, I found the flowers growing. He walks up and gently slips off three of the flower heads before walking home. Only if he noticed the dead rabbits rotting within the Tangled Vines. He finished making up the potion, so he went up to Phoenix to give her the potion. She took a sip, but nothing happened. He waited. And waited. And waited. But nothing happened. Believing that it did nothing, he tossed away the potion, leaving it for an unsuspecting rabbit. As the days went on, he noticed that his love was beginning to grow sick. She began to cough, feeling ill and beginning to sleepwalk. Every time she coughs. She coughs up a couple of petals. He offered to stay by her to make sure she was safe, which she accepted. One night he woke up to see her leaving your house. In the days he called for her, but she refused to listen, he continued to follow her, calling her name. following her to the Everfree Forest…

She now sits there in the Everfree Forest. with the flowers growing on her, claiming her as their new host. Daniel forever stands there watching his love become one with the flowers.

It begins to spread... it is just the beginning...

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[squidsinatrentchcoat443]

✧𖦹Weirdcore story𖦹✧

No warning :3

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A book lay on a table in a house in which no one had been in years. It belonged to someone, who….? The one who read it last, but when.In a place like this in which there is no time or space or measurements or logic, it might be one or thousands.

“These creatures I see each day disturb me every time I see them. There are So MANY! The one I’ve observed seems to travel from these places? I’ve began to call them levels, I’ll give them names soon enough. This Thing is a human esk creature but it has a sign for a head, it says nothing and seems like it had been stained with black ooz of sorts. It has black eyes. I haven’t got a good look at it…. I WILL soon….”

This description fits the creature that is currently roaming what is called level 278. A place where what remains of society is. Vines that spread for miles, no signs of life still there. It’s abandoned…though is obvious life was once there.

The ground laid with kudzu was crushed into the soil below by this creature as it moved swiftly through the land.

“Huh” it paused and raised its hand, head tilted to the sky. Wind blew through their fingers as darkness filled the clouds above, a sign that the next storm would roll in soon. “Rain…” it began walking to the nearest parking garage grabbing the spiked bat it had. Footsteps echoed through the empty building as it walked.

It stoped right before the top level where it would be exposed to the rain. It placed it bag down pulling out a half empty container of water and a few berries. It sat down keeping the bat near itself. The area was safe it could stay until the rain passed.

[glitchythecookiecat]

It's finally a fanfiction!!

My villanous x steven universe crossover Au is now a fanfiction you can read it here 👇

https://www.wattpad.com/1466561598?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=TsukukiGlitchy

I HOPE Yall like it and my ask Dr.Steven Universe flug is still open if you want to ask him or me questions about the AU !!!

[persy-r-bozo]

Doing my nightly " thinking of crazy lines and writing in my head instead of actually writing the damn story" time <3

[raveneatingcraisin]

Wings of Salvation Chapter one

Graverunner rolled off the pile of mud and moss that constituted for his bed and lay back down on the cold hard mudstone floor under him. His cell was a cold, damp, and dirty dugout under some random Mudwing military camp. He could not even keep track of how much time he had been in the cell because the window was inside facing, so the only light he got was the dim flickering of the torches. The Mudwing soldier that was supposed to be standing guard for his cell was leaning against a wall and his spear in a deep sleep. 

Graverunner groaned and rolled onto his feet and slowly started to get up. His joints cracked and popped as he stood up. He did a downwards stretch than a forwards one, his spine loosening up. He did his best to stretch his binded wings, but they were just as stiff as ever. “Ohhhh yeah! That is the spot!” Grave said as he scratched under his wing. He did his best to look at himself. He was already a pale Nightwing to begin with, but not seeing the outside in a very long time was starting to make him look borderline albino, if it wasn't for the mud covering him, he guessed he'd glow a pale gray. He curled his tail back in so it wasn't touching the back wall as the cell wasn’t small, actually it would be considered a bit large by some tribes, but Grave was a very large dragon. He stuck his snout out of the bars on the wooden door to shout at the Mudwing guard. “Hey man! Can I get some water in here?” 

The guard startled hard. He instinctively reached for his spear before he remembered where he was. “Yeah yeah. One second.” He muttered as he slinked over to a well of water and dipped a large wooden pail into it. “I’ll get you food.” The Mudwing said as he slipped the bowl of water through the flap on the cell’s door. Grave took the bucket and started lapping up the water. He didn’t realize how thirsty he was until he started drinking, managing to empty the entire bucket by the time the guard came back with food. He slid it through the flap before going back to leaning on his spear. 

Grave took the bowl of alligator slop the Mudwings seemed to like and took a sip. He retched at its horrible flavor but fought to keep it down. Once the lump of alligator slid down his throat he looked at the bowl and stared off into space. Every day it hit him that he was going to die here, in some unmarked prison without seeing the sun. He had been rejected an execution after he attempted to kill himself before getting caught. “Couldn’t even do that right…” he laughed darkly to himself. It wasn’t that it was a funny thought, but it was such a bleak reality that laughing was all he could do to keep from breaking down.

He put the slop down on the floor and rolled back into his bed. “I really am starting to lose my mind.” He said with a mix of a smile and scowl. There was just something in the back of his thoughts that he could feel was missing. He was not distressed or bothered by that. To him it was just a cold fact. Just as true as the moons smiling down at night, or the sun rising. “Or at least from what I remember.” He murmured. His brain had blurred the line between thought and speech ages ago.

Grave could not be sure when he dozed off, but he awoke when he felt something cold and sharp jab into his ribs. “So this is it huh?” He muttered, not opening his eyes, fearing he would just see a knife or spear sticking out of his chest. He felt a very strong claw grab him by his shoulder, and lift him roughly to his feet. “Very funny. Let's go.” A gruff male voice said with a slight grunt from the effort of lifting him. Grave let out a yelp of surprise and pain when something cracked. As he steadied himself he opened his eyes to see two Mudwing guards in his cell, the big one was still holding him and the younger one was holding a torch. The big one guided Graverunner out of the hall of cells he was in, and into another long hallway. They stopped in front of a room that was bigger than his cell but still small. 

“You are wanted in there.” The big Mudwing points down the room. Grave nods and tentatively walks in. Inside there were eight guards and a dragon Graverunner did not expect to ever see after his sentencing. “Queen Moonhorn!” He exclaims in surprise as he drops into a deep bow, his head and neck on the floor. 

Moonhorn scowls at him. “Graverunner” Her voice is low and poisonous. She adjusted her posture to make herself look as big and queenly as possible. She sighs, seemingly trying to choose her words wisely. “I did not plan on letting you out of that cell ever again, but here we are.”

Graverunner bowed again. “Are you going to change my verdict?” Part of him hoped he was about to be executed. He really did not want to rot, no matter how much he made it seemed like it didn't bother him.

The Moonhorn shook her head. “You must have a guardian angel. Because some dragon in the Talons of Peace wants you. why? That is beyond me, and I truthfully do not want to give you up, but I am not in a position to argue the order for official reassignment.” She had a pause where she took a few breaths before bringing her head down to make eye contact with Graverunner. “But know, just because I am letting you go does not mean you are forgiven. You were found guilty of espionage and spying, that is a penalty of death. If you come back here ever again, I will have you killed on sight. Do you understand?”

Grave nodded. He understood completely, he knew better than even Moonhorn. He was wondering why in the name of the moons the Talons would want some failed Nightwing agent. He could feel Moonhorn glaring at him waiting for a response. He lifted his head to make eye contact. “I understand and am glad to comply, your highness.”

Satisfied with his answer she lifted her head back up and relaxed into her stance. “There is a Talons agent waiting for you upstairs. You will be led to her and your custody will be given to her, and then you are free to go.” She spat out the last part, displeased with what she was having to do. Grave stands as the two Mudwings from earlier grab him and lead him upstairs.

A very pink and rather young Rainwing was sitting in the entrance to the mud cave with a scroll and quill clutched in her talons and a leather satchel hung around her neck. When they came up she brought the scroll to the Mudwing guards and each of them signed it. She gave the scroll to them and they unlocked his wing restraints then walked back down the hall they had come from. Grave let out a sigh of relief as he stretched his wings as far as he could before putting them into an actually comfortable position.

She turned to Graverunner and pulled her head back in shock and blinked. “By the moons! You look halfway dead! Have they been feeding you well? Have you washed yourself once?” She handed Grave a small mirror she had in her satchel. 

Grave looked at himself again and suddenly noticed how skinny he was. His once muscular form was now scales covering his tendons and bones. Large gaps where there had been muscle were now nothing but stretched skin. He could see his ribs and most of his outer skeletal system clearly through his scales. “Oh, I do look bad.” He flinched every time he looked into the mirror. He touched his face and could feel how fragile and thin his scales had become, they were giving way and painfully cracking to just the small amounts of pressure he was giving. He let out an audible sob and went to cover his face, but had to put his bony talons back down when it hurt to touch his face. “What have they done to me?”

She gave a concerned look to Grave as he inspected himself. “We are going to stop by a river on our way to the Talons.” She took her mirror back as Grave gently handed it to her. “Oh, where are my manors? My name is Raspberry, but you can call me Razz. I am an agent for the Talons of Peace.” 

“I assume you already know who I am, but for formalities sake I am Graverunner.” He tried to force a smile, but he was still trying to process all the emotions of being released and what had become of him. “Should we get going?”

Raspberry nodded and started walking out of the cave. Grave trailed behind and got the mouth and pushed the alligator skin drape they were using as an exit. He pushed it aside and walked outside for the first time in moons knows how long. He let out a scream of pain, closing his eyes and turning his head away from the sun as fast as he could. “It is so bright! Aggghhhhh!” He moaned. It felt like his eyes were being pushed inside his skull. Every sound was magnified tenfold, making things that he wouldn’t notice normally deafeningly loud. The rustling of leaves on the trees around them and bubbling water from the nearby stream were causing him a headache. His nose burned from all the smells he was experiencing.

Thirty heads turned to look at him, a mix of confusion and sympathy plastered on their faces. Raspberry stopped and frowned at him. “How long has it been since you have been outside?” 

Grave was slowly opening his eyes, everything was a blurry silhouettes against the harsh light of the sun. His ears still rang from all the sounds, but they were starting to adjust and tune things out again. He shrugged a little and muttered. “Months at least, but I lost track of time a while ago.” As he continued to blink his color vision was starting to return, but his eyesight was still blurry. He could half make out her writing something down on a spare scroll.

Razz took a moment to let him adjust. “Just let me know when you are ready.” She gently said to Grave. He spent a few more moments doubled over before giving a claw up signal and raised his head. His eyes were still squinted and super dilated. “Are you sure?” She asked again. He took a couple of pained deep breaths before breathlessly gasping. “Yeah yeah. Let's go. I'm ok.”

Razz nodded. “There is a nice shallow river bend not far from here, we can get you washed up there.” She said as she started to take flight. 

Grave took a moment to remember how to fly. Once it came back to him he spread his wings and pushed upwards with all his strength. He yelped and fell back down. A sudden sharp pain radiated all throughout his wings. Raspberry stopped and looked back at him. “Can you fly?”

Grave rubbed his wing joint and got back up. He grumbled. “Yes. Yes I can. That was just a test.” He pushed back into the air, he managed to hold himself in the air, but every wingbeat caused him to flinch in pain. Razz gave him an anxious look. “We can walk if you need. I do not want you falling apart on me. Just tell me and we can land.” 

It wasn’t meant to be insulting when she asked that, but it poked Grave in the wrong spot for some reason. He was not a helpless dragonet. “Well ok, I am close, but still!”

He only realized that was said out loud when Raspberry looked at him funny. “Sorry, did you say something to me?” 

Grave felt really stupid in that moment, everything was falling apart in him, and he couldn’t even keep it to himself. “No, sorry, just talkin’ to myself.” He whispered under his breath.

Razz shrugged and gestured for him to follow. She flew very low and slow over the muddy swamp, following the bends of the river beneath them. Grave flinched hard at the sharp pain every wingbeat brought him. He tried his best to keep pushing speed to appear strong, but he secretly appreciated that Raspberry was going slow for him.

They flew in silence to the mouth of a canyon where the river did a lazy bend out of it. The crystal green water was a wide, slow moving and shallow ford. The red canyon walls jutted into the sky from nothing, making it look like the doors of a fortress. They landed on a small beach made of small rounded rocks. Grave splayed himself out onto his belly, the rocks beneath him were radiating a gentle heat. Razz landed next to him and snickred at the sight of him. 

Grave slowly started to crawl his way to the water, only standing the bare minimum he needed to move. His front claws dipped into the water, ripples forming where his knuckles protruded. The water was cold, but not uncomfortably so. He slid more of himself into it, stretching as much as he could. He was submerged to his wings and spine. He reveled in how good it felt to be in the water again. A trail of mud was floating off behind him. He stood back up and let the water drip from him, taking layers of mud with it. 

Raspberry waded in after him. She watched him rub his scales with his claws. He let out a slight grunt as he lowered himself back into the water. “So why did the talons want me anyway?” 

They did not tell me, but I get the feeling they liked your resume.” She shrugged. 

Graverunner splashed water on his back and wings, trying to clean them as best he could. “Ah yes, my skill set. A spy that was caught during the easiest mission in all of dragonkind. That sparks so much confidence in me.” 

“I have seen some of your previous jobs. You have skills. Infiltrating the Skywings is no easy task.” She splashed some water on her face to cool down.

Grave rolled his eyes as he started wading back to the bank. “I guess. Yet There are better Nightwing agents floating around out there somewhere. We had quite the program going before the volcano. So why the one in prison?”

Razz rolled onto her back, doing her best to maintain eye contact with Grave. “I think you just answered the question. You were in prison. Easy to access and you do not have much of a choice.” 

Grave sneered at her. “I can always go back to prison. That is a choice.”

“But would you?” She countered. Grave shook his head ‘no’ as he flattened himself on the warm rocks. “That is what I thought.”

“Be honest with me, was getting me your idea?” Grave rolled onto his back, having to avert his eyes from the sun. He was starting to worry a bit as his vision was still a bit blurry.

Razz lay down next to him and let out a sight of comfort, her scales turning a gentle aquamarine. “The decision to get you happened way above my head. I was just elected to be your handler, so like it or not, you are stuck with me.” 

Grave rolled his eyes. He didn’t dislike Raspberry, but he couldn't help but feel like she was treating him like a small dragonet and he did not like that. “Not like I get a choice.” 

She didn't respond, just made a small gesture that Graverunner could not decipher, so he let the subject drop. They sat there for a little bit, listening to the burbling of the water and wind sing through the canyon. 

Razz was the first to stand up. She tapped Grave who was starting to doze off. “Alright, the tops will start to wonder where we are now. Let's get a move on, don’t want to get a lecture day one do you?”

Grave groaned and slowly rose to his feet. His scales felt better now that they had been cleaned off and dried. He spreads his wings and flaps them a couple of times to shake dirt and water off of them. “Alright. I am ready.”

Razz nodded and took off into the air, Grave flexed his legs and took a few uneasy wingbeats to get altitude before following.