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2hoothoots · 2 days

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So I was going through your blog (again) and found some of your stuff mentions fsau Raz having ADHD, as somebody with adhd I’m intrigued, may I have some of those headcanons (canons??) related to that? Also, I would give “a penny for your thoughts” but I’m out of pennies, so here’s various images of a drawing of ur blorbo I put next to my animals, note that a rock had to be added in one picture to keep him from flying away (BONUS: his now permanent place with the wifi guardian frog)

NOTHING brings me more joy than seeing physical drawings of these guys, like, out and about. in situations. thank you for this gift, and ALSO for the great ask because it's a perfect chance to ramble

so first of all, canon Raz having ADHD is very real to me. he's constantly fidgeting and moving around, getting distracted by sidequests and scavenger hunt objectives, always talking to himself out loud, gotta write everything down so he remembers it because there's so much to DO!, running away from home because his dad yelled at him one time and now Raz assumes he must hate him forever... i could go on, but i think there's a lot of room for interpretation there!

in my headcanon, he never got diagnosed as a kid. maybe there were some notes about it in his reports each year, sure - but a little hyperactivity and distractability never seemed to slow him down. he excelled in lessons and on missions, and when he was with his family their performances gave him something to focus that energy into. it was only really when he turned 18 and graduated to a full agent that the cracks started to show.

because there's a big difference between the responsibilities you have as a minor, and the responsibilities you have as an 18-year-old living away from home! one who's expected to cook and clean for themselves, and take care of adult life stuff, and also work the 9-to-5 office job he's just graduated into that involves sitting in front of a computer and write reports all day.

short-term, he found he could get himself to power through a deadline with energy drinks and psi-pops (a lot of psi-pops...)

long-term, something had to give. he was working himself to exhaustion, constantly stressed, swinging between days spent staring at his computer screen doing nothing and all-nighters desperately trying to finish his paperwork before the deadline. it just didn't make any sense to him. he'd finally started his job as a Psychonaut, he was living independently like he'd always dreamed, he'd gotten top surgery after planning it for so long. he should have everything he ever wanted. why wasn't he happy?

following a deep post-surgical depression, about a month before his 19th birthday Raz was living out of his car, couch-surfing or sleeping in his office. he got kicked out of his apartment after falling behind on bills and rent. it wasn't that he didn't have the money, it was all just too much for him to stay on top of.

he'd probably have stayed in that misery hole for a lot longer if Frazie hadn't marched into his life and demanded he let her help him move into a new place, or she was telling mom that he was homeless. together, they sorted through all of his possessions from the last place - everything that had been hastily shoved in his car, or tossed in a box in his office, piled in a heap that was giving him anxiety even looking at it.

things do get better for him from there.

when he eventually explains things to Hollis, she gently suggests that he should get a roommate. he ends up moving in with Phoebe, and they become pretty good friends after a couple months! something about having another person around to help do the chores and wash the dishes and share the space helps, even if it takes him a while to admit it.

he gets his ADHD diagnosis, and finding the exact right medication and dose is a journey he's still on years later - but they're a huge help in getting him to actually knuckle down and finish his work on time. and the whole thing ends up being a chance for him to take a step back and really think about what he wants to do with his life. he'd always assumed that being a Psychonaut was his dream, but he'd never really reckoned with what that dream would look like before.

in the end, he sticks with it, but also decides to follow Lili's example in branching out. he applies to study a part-time Bachelor's in Psychology on a remote course, and gets accepted. juggling missions and paperwork and study and relationships (because the whole thing made him realise he also wasn't setting aside any time for himself, and wow, dating is a thing) is a lot - but he manages to figure it out, day by day.

(Lili comes back to the Psychonauts after graduating. she and Raz have both changed a lot over those four years, but on their first mission together they hit it off like a house on fire - and the rest is history!)

#psychonauts #future superstar agents au #i really want to go more into this period of their lives for all three of them honestly #Raz and Phoebe's friendship is really sweet to me and i'd like to explore it more #and Lili's adventures at college! finding herself in an environment where for the first time in her life people /don't/ know her family nam #and Dogen finally realising he /has/ a life to live ahead of him. that it's not just isolation and tests and pills that don't work #young adulthood is a weird time! lots of ups and downs #but they all make it through okay #fsau raz #fsau frazie #babyfaced 18-yo raz is so funny to me. why are you making him experience the horrors he's literally just a little guy #ask #ALSO your pets are all wonderful. please give them kisses from me

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elryuse · 2 days

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WOULD YOU REMEMBER ME IF WAS GONE

ITZY OT 5 X MALE READER

GENRE : HEAVY ANGST, DEPRESSION, SUICIDE

3RD POV

The clinking of ramen packets and the muffled roar of their favorite reality show filled the tiny dorm room. Y/n, a mop of messy hair cascading over his forehead, placed a steaming bowl of spicy kimchi jjigae in front of Lia, the main vocalist.

"Whoa, hero!" Lia exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. "You're a lifesaver. I was about to gnaw on my microphone for sustenance."

Y/n chuckled, the sound warm and familiar. "Just fueling your future Grammy-winning voice, no need for cannibalism."

The other members, Yeji, Ryujin, Chaeryeong, and Yuna, erupted in laughter. They were ITZY, a group of five trainees just starting out, their dreams as vast as the sky and their pockets perpetually empty. Y/n was their anchor, their confidante, the one who knew their deepest fears and wildest aspirations.

But their laughter was fading, replaced by a growing silence as success began to knock on their door. Practice sessions became longer, schedules tighter, and smiles strained. Y/n noticed the change, the way their conversations became shorter, their laughter replaced by a focused intensity.

One evening, Yeji, the leader, nervously approached Y/n. Her hand hovered uncertainly over his shoulder before dropping back to her side. "Y/n… about the dorm…"

His heart sank. "What about it?"

"The company… they think it would be better for everyone if we had individual rooms. More focus, you know?"

Y/n understood the logic, but a profound sadness settled in his stomach. The dorm, with its mismatched furniture, walls plastered with inside jokes, and memories woven into every corner, wasn't just a place to sleep. It was a symbol of their shared struggle, their unbreakable bond.

"Oh," he managed, forcing a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Yeah, makes sense. I can find another place. Just need some time."

He saw a flicker of guilt in Yeji's eyes before she turned away. The rest of the evening passed in a strained silence, the once vibrant dorm feeling sterile and cold.

Practice sessions morphed into grueling marathons. Sleep became a luxury, laughter a distant memory. ITZY rocketed to fame, their music topping charts and their faces plastered on billboards across the world. Y/n, their biggest cheerleader, watched from the sidelines, his heart aching with every award show and sold-out stadium.

He tried to bridge the growing distance. He'd arrive at the practice room with takeout dinners, only to be met with hurried goodbyes and barely a glance. Messages went unanswered, calls ignored. The girls were caught in a whirlwind, their schedules a relentless storm that left no space for their old life.

One day, he found himself outside their new, luxurious dorm building. He hesitated at the entrance, a stranger in a world he once knew. He longed to see them, to hear their laughter once more, but the fear of rejection held him back.

He turned and walked away, feeling a tear roll down his cheek. He wasn't sure what had happened to the girls he knew, the girls who used to confide in him, who needed him. He was just an unwelcome reminder of a simpler time, a time before the pressure and the fame.

The silence in the practice room was suffocating. It had been a week since Y/n had stopped returning their calls, his messages left on read. A gnawing worry had been festering in the pit of their stomachs, a fear they refused to acknowledge.

Then, the news hit them like a physical blow. A notification popped up on Lia's phone, a local news headline screaming, "A young Man, Y/n Lee, Found Dead in Apartment." The world blurred around them as they devoured the details, the word "SUICIDE" hanging heavy in the air.

A wave of nausea washed over them. Ryujin, the youngest, crumpled to the floor, sobs wracking her fragile frame. Chaeryeong clutched a forgotten stuffed animal, her eyes wide with disbelief. Lia, usually the calm one, was pale as a ghost, her hands trembling uncontrollably. Yeji stared blankly at the wall, her face an unreadable mask. Only Yuna, the rapper, managed a strangled cry, the sound raw and desperate.

The silence that followed was deafening. The weight of their unspoken words, their growing distance, the silent neglect – it all came crashing down upon them. Y/n, the constant in their whirlwind existence, the one who loved them even when they were exhausted, insecure, and unsure of themselves – was gone.

The guilt, a suffocating weight, settled in their chests. They had clawed their way to the top, driven by ambition and the pressure of success. But at what cost? As they stared at the cold, sterile walls of their practice room, it dawned on them – they'd traded laughter for fame, sacrificed a piece of themselves in the pursuit of glory.

The coming days were a blur of grief-stricken apologies whispered into empty spaces. They visited Y/n's small apartment, a place they hadn't set foot in since he'd moved out. The space held the faint scent of his cologne, a lingering echo of his presence. They found half-written notes scattered across the table, remnants of dreams and anxieties he never shared.

One note, crumpled and discarded, read: "Remember that time we spilled ramen all over the practice room floor and spent hours cleaning while laughing so hard we cried? I miss those days."

Tears streamed down their faces, each word a searing indictment of their neglect. They spent hours pouring over their old photos, a stark reminder of the carefree joy they once shared. The girls they were in those photos, the ones with bright smiles and unburdened hearts, seemed like strangers.

Days turned into weeks, the silence in the practice room a constant reminder of their loss. They tried to return to their routines, to the relentless demands of their careers, but the music felt hollow, the choreography robotic. The spark, the joy they once brought to their performances, was gone.

One evening, as they sat huddled on the practice room floor, a shared determination hardened in their eyes. They wouldn't let Y/n's memory fade. They would find a way to honor him, to recapture the spirit they had lost.

Lia picked up her phone, her voice thick with emotion. "Let's call the producer. I have an idea for a song."

The days that followed were filled with late nights and tearful breakdowns. They poured their grief, their regret, and their love for Y/n into their music. The song, titled "Empty Spaces," spoke of broken promises, the bittersweet sting of success, and the enduring power of friendship.

When they finally performed the song on a live broadcast, the raw emotion resonated with their fans. The girls, stripped bare of their usual stage persona, sang with a vulnerability that brought tears to their own eyes and the audience's.

As the final note faded, a deafening silence filled the stadium, followed by a slow, hesitant applause that gradually grew into a thunderous standing ovation. In that moment, ITZY knew they had found a way to heal, to connect with their fans on a deeper level.

And though the empty space beside them on stage, the space that once held Y/n, would forever remain a painful reminder, they vowed to carry his memory in their hearts, in their music, and in the unbreakable bond they had rediscovered.

"We Remembered You Y/n. We Would Always Remember You".

#itzy ryujin #itzy yuna #itzy yeji #itzy lia #itzy chaeryeong #itzy updates #itzy #angst #suicide #depression #romance #kpop #kpop x reader #kpop x y/n #x male reader #beautiful #update

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kidrauhlschik · 2 days

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Let The World Burn. - I.N. 2

In the end, he managed to forget that a king is nothing without his queen.

Part 1 & 3 will be linked in the master list above!

Pairings: Jeongin x Reader (and some love triangles among the way.) enemies to lovers, royalty au!

Warnings: ANGST, implied smut, war, aggression, anxiety, depression, death, please let me know if i miss anything... (this was heavily inspired by the song “Let the world burn” by Chris Grey.

Word Count: 2.2k

The next day, you woke up in bed alone. You were expecting your husband to lay next to you, but instead, his side of the bed was cold and empty.

Everything felt as if you were in a dream. It could be due to the sudden changes in your life, but it may also be due to the lack of stability that you were now experiencing.

After dressing yourself and pulling yourself together, you decided to seek out your husband. However, the second you opened his chamber doors, you were met by a guard, or who you thought was a guard.

"Your majesty, allow me to introduce myself. I am Bang Christopher Chan, the king's advisor and right hand man." He bows to you, "Our king has instructed me to guide you towards your living quarters until the council meeting this afternoon." He continues to look at the floor despite talking directly to you.

With a frown you express your discomfort. "Please call me YN." You say as your eyes roam the hall, expecting your husband to come out any second, hoping to at least have a conversation with him now that the two of you are married.

"I apologize my grace, but I cannot bring myself to disrespect you in such way."

"Mr. Bang, it is an order from your queen for you to refer to me as your friend. Any friend of my husband's shall be my own." For once, you concentrate on the advisor, offering him a kind smile. He was like Felix in a way. Forced to be harsh in a kind world.

"I apologize my grace... I apologize, YN..." He says your name hesitantly.

"Now, where is my husband, I want to have a word with him" You inquire.

"I apologize my... YN but our king has requested to be left alone." Chan looks nervous, his hand rest behind his back, as he does his best to not make eye contact with you.

"Yes, but your queen wants to know where he may be, please enlighten me."

At that point, Chan looks nervous.

"YN..." He starts before you interrupt him, "Bang Chan, I just want to talk to the king. Please." He finally looks at you, his face is covered with pure anxiety, unsure whether he should disobey his king or his queen.

"I am uncertain, but the king spends a lot of his time up in his study, alone. No one but his parents, the king and queen, were ever allowed to enter." He offers you an uncomfortable laugh.

"Well good thing I am the queen now, huh?" You say smuggly, causing him to actually laugh.

So he is human. You think to yourself.

"Well now, please guide me to his study." He meekly nods and begins to walk down the hall, which you take as an invitation to follow suit.

Once he walks you up to the double doors that guard the last room in the fourth floor, he stops and bows. "I apologize YN... but this is as far as I am allowed." Without giving it much thought, you nod and move forward.

Once you push the doors open, you are welcomed by open windows. The room is full of light, but the floor is covered by papers, all full of scribbles. Poems?

You pick up a sheet from one of his desks. The title reads, " Hug me".

"I want to hug you until you fall asleep Even in the morning, when I'm with you Even on the days, you had hard times..."

That is all you manage to read before the page is ripped out of your hands.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Jeongin's harsh voice breaks you out of your peace.

"Jeongin I-" He stops you before you can even begin, "You are not allowed in here! Who the hell do you think you are?" All of the sudden, you are brought back to the night before, feeling like a timid deer. The king stands above you, but this time, you are behind closed doors, and although he is now a king, you are a queen as well.

"I am the queen of Rexerum. I have as much rights as you do... My king." Of course last night was a facade. He was just playing the royal game. You were foolish to think otherwise.

He was enraged. A stranger walking inside of his safe zone was not allowed, although you were his wife, you were still a stranger.

"You are nothing here." He says solemnly.

You stand tall at his words. "I am the queen." You say authoritatively.

"You may have been a princess at Eldoria, but here you are nothing but a contract, one that I would burn the second I am given the chance. If you come in here again, I will make sure you pay for it." That is it. You played nice, but he seemed to forget that he does not own you.

"I would like to see you try my grace. My father and country would love to see you betray our alliance." You stand before him. He seems to have mistaken your will.

"Christopher!" He screams without breaking eye contact with you.

Before you know it, the doors open once again.

The man you had just met opens both doors as if the king's life was in danger.

"I believe that I instructed you to take her back into her room, so please enlighten me as to why she is in my private quarters."

"I apologize Innie..." Chan gets interupted, "It is King Jeongin to you!" The king screams, which causes Chan to stay silent and look down.

"I apologize your highness." Chan bows, before he extends his hand out to you.

Out pure convenience, you nod and follow Chan. Your illusions, now mere dust, yet you hold yourself together. You don't say another word to your husband before you exit the room.

Your head is held high until you finally reach the third floor. Although you keep a straight face, your eyes betray you, letting all of your feelings out.

Felix heard your steps in the hall, so he pops his head out of his room in hopes to find you there. Much to his dismay, you look like a wreck. Eyes are swollen from tears, your face is red, and your hair is a wreck, without even mentioning that you are only wearing your morning gown.

"YN..." He starts before he spots Chan behind you. "I mean, you highness..." He bows before you stop him, "It's okay Felix. He's okay... I think." You say before you fall into his arms in tears. he holds you tight. He feels your sorrow, and looks at Chan, expecting some answers but the latter only looks at the floor.

"it will be okay my little flower, everything will be alright." He whispers into your ear as you sob.

A couple of hours later, Felix is still holding you, as Bang Chan stands in the corner of the room, standing guard.

"You knew this, I told you to not get your hopes up." Felix repeats the same sentence he has recited many times in the last two hours.

"I know but I just thought, from his letters-" Chan interrupts you, speaking up for the first time, "The letters were written by the queen."

That takes your breath away.

You and Felix are lost for words before Chan continues, "He is an amazing prince, and I am sure he will be an amazing king."

You did not intend to be improper, but you only know the king from the couple of encounters you've had.

"Is he?" You ask, "because if he is not willing to be a husband bound by his own duty, I need to know. I will be a queen of my country one day, I am the queen of Rexerum now. If your highness refuses to acknowledge me, I will make myself be known."

Felix and Chan look at each other. Felix knows you a little too well.

"Do you want to go to the garden?" He asks, before you turn your back to them.

"I will go on my own. That is an order." You say as you walk away without turning back, leaving Felix and Chan alone.

"So..." Chan stands before Felix, "When did you fall in love with YN?".

Chan asks, which makes Felix choke on air. "I'm sorry?"

"I apologize for using informal terms, but I assumed that as an advisor to advisor, you could trust me." He laughs sheepishly. "I can tell that you're in love with her," Chan says, "I will not condemn you, I can tell that your intentions are genuine. But Felix, if I can call you that, a queen will only serve a king. Me and you are nothing but dirt for them. I hope that you don't foolishly believe otherwise." Chan thought he was making a joke but Felix only looks somber.

Chan takes that as a hint. "You know what? Take the day off. I will take our queen to her appointments. How about I get you a bottle man" He smiles in solidarity. Felix only nods before he stares out the window lost in his own mind. Thinking of how he can get rid of the curse that is his unrequited love for you.

Your first scheduled meeting of the day was a war meeting. You were only to observe, and learn the strategies of the country.

You tried your best to follow along, until the strategies became detrimental. "We will rely on Eldorian soldiers to guard the path for us to gather a full army at the coast." You finally looked up, staring at the king, hoping this was some cruel joke.

"I beg your pardon?' You speak up, gaining the attention of everyone in the room. Jeongin chuckles and tries to undermine you. "Women, always thinking that they understand war huh?" He asks mockingly, hoping to get some laughs from the men in the room.

No one dares to laugh.

"My soldiers will not be a cushion for your troops." You stand in your spot, challenging the king.

"You. Are. Noth-"

"I am a princess and a queen. One day I will be the queen of Eldoria, and if you want my troops, you will respect me. I may be on your land, but my people are still only loyal to me, not you. If you dare to call me nothing once again, I hope that you late father will be proud of you breaking an alliance that he prepared for twenty years." The room stills with silence.

"I will dismiss myself now. I am grateful to the leaders that left Eldorian soil to stand with Rexerum, please carry the information that I leave behind. I will be more than pleased to hear the feedback from home." You say towards the table.

"Your grace." You bow to Jeongin, before you walk out with your head held high.

Chan, who was standing next to the king, bows and follows you, having taken Felix's role for the day.

The second you step through the doors of your room, your walls fall. Your legs no longer holding you up, causing you to crumble to the ground. Your left hand coming up to your mouth to muffle your sobs. Minho, your friend in the Eldorian court would call you a cry baby, but he wasn't here now to comfort you with his tough love. All you have now is Bang Chan. Jeongin's advisor of all people.

"Why is he so cold-hearted? Why must he choose the tough route every time? It's almost as if this alliance means nothing to him." You say between sobs.

Christopher wants to embrace your broken form, yet he holds himself back from touching the new queen of his country, only staring at you with empathy.

"My queen, YN. I apologize for my boldness, but can I speak with you in confidence?" You only manage to nod in the midst of your breakdown.

"I may be speaking with pure imprudence, but I feel the need of letting you know that the king is terrified. I am assuming, that as him, you have been sheltered. He doesn't understand the matters of the heart, only of his state. His father may have been a corrupt king, but he only taught him of what he knew. Innie doesn't understand that there is a different way to rule, and pardon my boldness," He kneels before you and grabs your hand. "I truly believe that you can change his ways. You can show him that a kingdom does not have to be corrupt. I apologize once again for my boldness, but as a friend of the king, I have my opinions." He brings your hand close to him, kissing the top of it.

"Be strong my queen."

It shocks you, Chan is the first person in court to offer their solidarity.

You can hardly muster a response, the only thing you manage to say is, "The nickname of the king is Innie?"

AN: i think im only making two-three more chapters to this story :p

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myjealouseyes · 2 days

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Request from an anon: Can you do where all the characters are safe and happy after the war, but at the last second wolf!daughter moves their hand from their blood soaked gut? (this is pretty depressing lol sorry)

A/N: hey guys! Two blurbs back to back!! Productive era!!! This is some of my best writing I think. But it is sickingly sad so be advised.

Cotent warnings; implied stabbing, death, and blood.

You can send a request here.

War is over.

You watch everyone, checking on their friends and tending to the wounded as what we’re once tears of sadness and grief give way to ones of pure relief. The Dark Lord is dead. For good this time.

Your dads are holding on to each other just a little tighter than normal. Even from where you’re slouched against the wall, you see them trembling. Perhaps they’re waiting to wake up from some fever dream, where Sirius is still locked up and Remus is still struggling alone without him. You want to go and join their hug, but you don’t have it in you to even yell, let alone walk. You don’t mind though. Watching them come out of their shock and hug had the same effect.

You didn’t notice your eyes closing until the patter of several concerned-sounding feet startles them open. Your whole family is watching you, Sirius and Remus front and center. You try to give them a smile To reassure them of…something, but it’s too small to stick. They waste no time sitting on each side of you. You welcome it. It’s nice to have company.

“You’re alright darling?” Sirius speaks first, squeezing your hand. You relish in the fatherly gentleness of his touch. You get an odd feeling like you should savor it this time. When you don’t say anything Remus tries this time; a little more desperate. “What’s happened? Are you alright?” You see he’s trying desperately to hold it together but he’s slipping. The tremor in his voice gives him away. You want to tell him you’re fine and everything is okay, but it’s not up to you. Not even what your body does it up to you anymore, maybe that’s why your hand falls off your side to reveal what you’ve been trying to hide this whole time.

Blood is steadily seeping through your shirt, the stain getting bigger by the second. You’re not sure Who did it. All you remember is fighting of deatheaters, holding your own pretty well until you felt something sharp price straight through you, then pull out again. When you turned around whomever did it had already run off, leaving a sickening cackle behind them. Though, Even as you bled, you managed to clear out another three of them before they finished you off.

The wound startles your poor parents, not not into just sitting there. Remus rushes off to find something, anything to help. Sirius squeezes your hand tighter. “It’s fine sweetheart. W-We’re going to fix it alright?” His voice is now quiet and his body and stare unmoving. Like he’s scared you might fade away if he doesn’t keep watching. You manage a weak smile and tilt your head just enough to lean on his shoulder. “That’s alright papa. I’m just tired, it’ll wear off I’m sure.” Your eyes want to flutter closed but you force them open. You can’t rest yet, not finished. “I think I might sleep now though. Once Harry turns up, tell him that…that I love him. And I’m proud.” Sirius is shaking, but he nods.

You think he’s going to say something to you, but you don’t stay awake long enough to hear.

#I am SO sorry <\\3 but I figure we should suffer together!#wolfstar!daughter!reader #wolfstar x daughter!reader #wolfstar x wolfstar!daughter #wolfstar x child!reader #remus lupin x child!reader #remus lupin x daughter reader #remus lupin x daughter!reader #sirius black x platonic!reader #sirius black x child!reader #sirius black x daughter!reader #sirius x daughter!reader #daughter!reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter oneshot

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radioisntdead · 1 day

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Hi! Could I request Rosie and daughter!reader being all depressed and dramatic (like ‘how will I ever be able to love again’ dramatic) because her boyfriend broke up with her? Ty! (You can ignore this if you want) :>

Good evening my dear! I didn't know how exactly to made this into a full oneshot so I did a short drabble I hope that's alright! Also this'll be out just in time for mother's day! Also I for some reason didn't read the boyfriend part so the sinner that broke readers heart is gender neutral.

It'll pass

Rosie & Daughter! Reader

Warnings: Cannibalism, reader eats an eyeball.

Rosie was an expert in romance that was her bread and butter and as her daughter you picked up some of her passion for it, the only difference is that while she preferred to indulge in romances that weren't her own, for a multitude of reasons, you desired to experience it yourself.

From reading all types of romantic medias from the wholesome to the lesser then wholesome, you played dating sims, read x readers, you would dream about the day you could feel love for real.

And you did! You met someone! Someone who you thought loved you the way you loved them.

They didn't love you, they were just using you to pass the time, using you as a distraction for whatever they were going through.

You didn't listen to your mother when she told you to be careful with who you give your love to and that resulted in your heart being shattered into a million pieces, and now you were curled up on Rosie's lap, fluffy blanket wrapped around you as she gently patted your head, a plate of your favorite fingers and eyes laid untouched to your side.

"I don't think I'll be able to love again, I don't like feeling like this."

you blabbered out through tears and hiccups, Rosie frowned, moving a piece of your hair away from your face, getting a glimpse of your glossy tear filled eyes.

"Oh my dear, it'll get better, sure it hurts like hell right now," she took out a handkerchief from her pocket and patted away the tears that stained your face "That's just how it goes but it'll pass and you'll be back to being in tiptop shape again, you won't be the same as before but you'll feel better."

She patted your back as you sniffled taking the handkerchief from her hands, you reached over to the plate of snacks and popped an eyeball into your mouth.

You'd feel better eventually but for now it wouldn't hurt to stay in your mom's embrace, and it was probably for the best that you didn't recognize who eye you just ate.

Happy mother's day folks! Go spend time with your mothers if you can or give her a call, unless you don't have a good relationship with her then I'll adopt you or something,

Anyways thank you for tuning on in! I hope you have a wonderful day!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel rosie x reader #hazbin rosie x reader #rosie x reader #rosie & reader

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brucewaynehater101 · 2 days

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Running over here to give an idea spawned from binging Pretty Cure transformations

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The Drakes uncover artifacts on land once owned by their very own ancestors, to which they are the closest related descendents of

This gives them the absolute rights to distribution, and considering they spend less time with Tim than desirable, it's gifted to their boy in hopes of bonding with him through their ancestry

The last thing Tim expected upon opening the vintage birdcage was for the perch to swing and the sudden appearance of an bearded vulture flying out and soaring all over the room

Even stranger? The bird looked like it came out of a painting, from the brushstrokes to the exaggerated colors, like, its feathers were a wine red instead of red-orange one would expect

Oh, and the cheering—"Free! I'm free! Child, did you free me from my prison? Splendid! Spendid! I can cast revenge on those dastard Drakes at long last! Long last!"

Unfortunately for birdie here, they've been imprisoned for so long that any Drakes who imprisoned them are long dead

Remaining descendents are all innocent in this conflict

"A shame, a shame indeed, but now that I no longer fear them, and you too are ignorant of why they did not pass down their evil, I should give thanks to you."

"Tell me your Deepest Dream, and I'll isee if we can fulfill it."

Introducing Mes'Dremere, a painting granted life by magics long ago

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I haven't developed quite a backstory, I'll leave it to you guys to brainstorm, but this vulture (they/them) isn't going to be having any beef with living Drakes since their sworn enemies died long ago

More trivia, their name is a blend of Mesmerize and Dream

They are far from the only magical being to slip through the cracks and go unknown for so long

Tim Drake, descended from a line with the power to ensnare one of Mes'Dremere's power, is a canary in the coalmine so to speak, seeing strange beings that appear to do nothing, but attach themselves to practically everyone, even Batman

And with every rogue attack, every act of corruption, and especially Arkham Breakouts they only grow more numerous

He can even photograph them

"This isn't my Deepest Dream, I still need to figure it out, but can you tell me if there's a monster on this man's head, or if I'm just hallucinating?"

"To think, to think, I would ever see such a thing again. My boy, an awful, awful evil has beat me here, such that it will cast this place into a greater despair than ever seen before, before."

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Hollowing Wish, entities as older than Mes'Dremere; they seek personhood, purpose, dreams and the will to go forward by feeding from unprotected and unsuspecting victims, so that they may finally end their everlasting hopelessness

But saying they are eating victims into depression isn't true. When someone, for example, expresses willpower, they release an energy the Hollowing Wish will then consume. A junk food compared to getting it from the source, right inside. It's not enough for them

Pursuing a fruitless path to ending their plights, Hollowing Wishes take but never give to even themselves, only continuing the ever downwards spiral

victims can include but are not exclusive to: people, animals, and objects granted oh so much love and care

Regarding the last one, objects have a dense core inside them of all the deeply held feelings towards them, whilst surrounding it are the passing feeling people have for it

In the rare case of a Wish attaching to a target for so long, the two will become one, becoming something that could be mistaken for a meta, alien or something else---this form is a Nightmare Awakening

they unleash their pain and greedily keep their happiness locked away in their head in a desperate bid to hold into the remains being sapped away from the brain---until the target is reduced to a hollowed husk with nothing left within

As for the Hollowing Wish? they fucjing combust since taking in joy fresh from the fruit pulp instead of the juice is more than they're built to contain, leading to surrounding area and beings being entrenched in brief happiness, and then an onslaught of magical despair until the magical despair in the area and people dries up over time

What is it that causes them to spawn? Who migrated here, bringing their anguish with them?

The Hollowing Wish is an extension of a will, a will in even greater despair---Praying For a Forever Demise

"To think it was a Forever Dream they prayed for long ago, but then, but then?"

"Their unending praying manifested into a terrible, terrible demise . . . a name so long is easier to call Praying. It too serves well enough in reminding us how we got here, does it not, does it not?"

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More tethered to the physical plane as one born into it, Tim is offered the power to become a hero himself, specialized to fight against the Hollowing Wishes

But he's just a fanboy! Wouldn't Batman or even Robin be better?

"Speaking from personal experience, he seems like far the man who would let these practices into his life, even with him having no other choice, no choice."

"Besides, besides, Robin must have his plate full, plate full. What better way to express your love for the Bats, than to ease their burdens, no matter how thankless, how thankless?"

"His own body can only go so far, hold so much, so much magic indeed."

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The streets have begun to talk of a boy . . .

"Magical Boy!" "Do you think Gotham is some kind of Sailor Moon episode?"

A boy without a mask yet crusading as the Bats do. Unrecognized like them; magic it must be

"I'm Dreaming of Robin," he says he is, "but I've never met Robin or Batman yet."

Colloquially, Dreaming Robin or Dream(s) Robin

He's found where the Bats won't be, putting a stop to crime, giving thankless aid, and other acts of public service

But stranger is that which he grants and insists people keep around their house for protection

Blank photographs that upon touch become depictions of the little things that grant a bit more joy

And less pressure on their shoulders

By Dreaming Robin's side is a vulture, a guardian calling themself Mes'Dremere

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Magical Boy Dreaming of Robin, Tim Drake. What does his arsenal hold? Listen Right Up!

[Materialized Eternity] is the ability to utilize photographs Tim takes by pouring his magic into his photos of choice

Say for example that Tim photographed Nightwing quadruple backflipping, a feat impossible for Drake

If Tim puts magic into that picture and he has it on his person, he will be able to reenact that quad-backflip just like Nightwing did, but doing so will drain the magic in the photo like a battery

After running out, the picture would need to be recharged on magic to be put to use again

That's just one way Tim can use the magic

[Lasting Photoshoot] the ability to pause time on entities and an area right after Tim takes a photo of for a short period of time

[Merry Memory] is the power to take a blank photograph and enchant it to protect people from magic by taking the image of something they love. It's Tim's go-to for defending people and himself from Hollowing Wishes

[Realization in Reach], Realization for short, is a magical staff and his primary weapon, as it can channel Tim's latent magical powers along with his gifted ones.

While feasible as a physical weapn, it gives Tim's magic more strength and a much wider area of effect. Emphasis on the more strength which Tim has to be careful about

[Forever Remember] is the power to photograph a Hollowing Wish that Tim defeats and thus seal them permanently within those photos

Photoed Wishes can be weaponized against other Wishes and Nightmares to make them fight for the same resources they crave. When weaponized wishes run dry, unlike Eternities, those Wishes effectively die and cease to exist

the photo becomes blank, and can picture something else

Tim also has safes with as much scientific and magical security employed, storing albums with Hollowing Wishes and Materialized Eternities to swap out

Now for The Best Part yet!

"My Deepest Dream, I'll make you true!" A heirloom locket holding Tim's most precious photo of Robin he's ever taken, it is his chosen transformation item

(here's to hoping it never gets taken away due to that very picture within, because Tim won't be the only person fucked over by it)

As a rule of thumb, Dreaming Robin's outfit, his arsenal, and the photos he gives to protect against Hollowing Wishes all look like they came out of a painting, specifically what you get when googling "mystical painting"

Tim does learn some other magics that can be used to fight against Hollowing Wishes, Nightmare Awakenings and purify an area and people suffering the affereffects of a Hollowing Wish exploding and spreading their despair everywhere

Yeah Tim is gonna angst every time he fails to save a Nightmare Awakening before it's too late for them, poor him :(

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In unrelated news? Tim has himself a pet too well trained, yet several times proven unabused and pampered

American Robin Dreams Come True 'Dreams' who people swear came from a painting despite their vibrant feathers being so picturesque, and vibrantly red all naturally

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Gotham is yet again the source of insanity. That being strange monsters that abruptly show themselves to people before forcibly turning them into monsters

Thankfully, Dreaming of Robin always comes to save the day

Hollowing Wishes, he calls these monsters

Nightmare Awakenings, the victims are named

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Some extra deets

Haha depression go brrrr

Praying For a Forever Demise is like this due to how much anguish, and hollowness they hold, and the desire for joy they want &/or used to have

Maybe they got their depression all naturally, or maybe magical shenanigans lead to them possessing an ungodly amount of it inside of them idk, maybe a blend of both

But yeah, Praying is only going to put to a stop when help and empathy is placed in front of them, and the shot of a happy dream everlasting is finally in reach

Also uh, Praying isn't wholly aware of wtf is going on outside of their head as they stew in their despair, with the rare blips of hope provided by Hollowing Wishes

Their situation is similar to a powerful deity unaware of their godhood and untrained into their powers which need to actively be restrained, but that has evidently not happened

so yeah, they're unknowingly spreading their depression everywhere

Or maybe they have come to awareness that spreading Hollowing Wishes is what they're doing and have compartmentalized that, it doesn't stop their depression from being worse nor even more Wishes spawning but willful ignorance is intoxicating

idk how they traveled to Gotham either lol, but they're dead center in Arkham Asylum, and with it being the new source for Hollowing Wishes, its gonna became way, way worse than in canon

Also prior to being Praying For a Forever Demise, they were Praying For a Forever Dream, do with this knowledge what you will

Are other Drake artifacts magical as well? You decide!

For clarification, Tim's magical boy alias, "Dreaming of Robin" is maybe an accident where he just states that "yeah I dream of Robin, he's my hero" but people thought he was stating his name so it stuck

Or maybe he intentionally introduces himself like that for the symbolic name

Mes'Dremere employs a whitelist geass preventing people from finding out Tim is Dream Robin unless they're whitelisted

I'm thinking that Tim could accidentally snatch up future Waynes into his team, and under Mes' tutelage, Stephanie, Duke, Cassandra and maybe even Damian

I think Jason, after dying and reviving, and he alongside Damian due to the Lazarus Pits, would be especially vulnerable to Hollowing Wishes, so woof

Side note, I think Tim would offer Jason-as-Robin the chance to become a Magical Boy with him, only for him to decline and after resurrection thinking

"I should've taken the Magical Boy route when I had the chance," lmao

Idk if Tim would still become a Teen Titan here, but it'd be neat if all of the Young Justice core four and maybe more became/joined the magical boy & girl team

Since Arkham is a breeding ground of Hollowing Wishes, people there are the least likely to become Nightmare Awakenings since they all have countless Hollowing Wishes attached to them

that means several Wishes are fighting for resources against eachother to sap up expressed will/joy/accomplishments etc.

Because they're fighting over the same person, often dying in the process and others joining the fray in fighting over their victims, they often make little progress in making way to becoming Nightmare Awakenings

So yeah, where as Batman and the clan will be more focussed on their rogues, Tim is more worried about normies who are more likely to fall victim to Hollowing Wishes

That being said, he doesn't wanna see a rogue or bat become a Nightmare Awakening, so he gives them both tons of Merry Memories and get rid of as many Hollowing Wishes on them as he can

And he's rightfully afraid, all hell will break loose if they subcumb to Nightmarehood

Feel free but not pressured to expand on this as you all wish

A magical boy Tim AU? Hell yeah.

Some additional ideas to add:

Tim's outfit comes from the culture present at the time of when Mes'Dremere was imprisoned. Tim has absolutely no choice in this matter, which is an initial point of contention. However, it eventually becomes a point of pride and comfort

The culture is one specific to this AU (so there's no cultural appropriation). Similar to Atlantis, Krypton, and other lost societies, Tim starts to discover their practices, rituals, customs, etc when he's trying to connect to his roots (since it's also the culture of his ancestors).

Jason rejects becoming a magical boy because he's "a literature nerd, not that kind of nerd." Tim's a little offended by this, but they get over it quickly. Jason also grumbles when he gets the All Caste because he ended up becoming a magical boy anyways, just without the transformation scene.

There can be angst added where Jason says Robin is magic so he doesn't need to become a magical boy. Then Jason dies and ends up getting All Caste.

Tim ends up learning a lot about psychology as a nonmagical way to help people as well. If there are fewer depressive symptoms, there's less for the Hollowing Wishes to feed on. Also, mental health techniques/coping mechanisms can delay the progression into a Nightmare Awakening.

The YJ core don't end up becoming magical boys/girls except for Bart. They do team up, though, and Tim helps a lot in battles even when there aren't Hollowing Wishes.

Cass would definitely vibe with becoming a magical girl since there's no killing. She'd probably do both the magical girl routine and become a Bat cause she's awesome like that

Would Damian view the Wishes as creatures?

Tim is able to form a different type of friendship with Zatana, Raven, and Anita due to his magical status. He also likes to call up Constantine to bother the poor bastard (it's funny to him).

#dc comics #tim drake #dc universe #dc au #thank you for the ask!!!!

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