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gothchic6 · 5 years

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Silver’s Skater Girl Chapter 11: Nightmares and Apologies

Disclaimer: gothchic6 doesn't own Pokémon…

Chapter Eleven: Nightmares and Apologies

After JP leaves, JC looks to Silver and I with an expression that says, 'This has changed things quite a bit, hasn't it?'

I silently agree with her. I can't believe I just spilled my guts out to these people, especially Silver. He, of all people, didn't need to know my business or my life story. I can't believe I let myself become that vulnerable, that open. Before I started this entire journey, I did nothing but seal myself away in a protective shell in order to survive. Or, at least, keep my sanity intact. I haven't felt such a close connection with anyone since my parents were alive. It feels strange, and I'm not sure if I like it or not.

JC sighs, and takes a look at her watch.

"It's 1:00 in the morning. I'm exhausted, and I bet you two are even more tired than I am. I'm having Chansey take over for the night, so I can get some sleep. You two. Get to bed. Calypso, your old room is open. Silver, you know where your room is. Oh, and, Calypso? I finally found that damn incubator for your Egg. While we were talking in my quarters, I took the Egg out of your bag, put it inside the incubator, and put the entire thing back inside your bag. So, you're all set for Egg hatching!" JC says tiredly, but perks up at the end at the mention of the Pokémon Egg.

I reach into my bag, where I do indeed find the incubated Egg. I smile, the prospect of a baby Pokémon causing a warm feeling to rise up in me.

"Thanks!" I say gratefully.

She just smiles warmly back at me, before breaking out in a full grin.

"Shoo, you two", she commands playfully, "Go get some sleep. Arceus knows you need it."

Silver promptly walks to his room without a word to JC or I. I wait to hear Silver's door open and close before pulling JC behind the counter in the lobby. Not daring to make eye contact with her, I murmur softly to her,

"Listen, I can't thank you enough for what you did for me tonight. Even though you didn't know the full circumstances of my situation, you still decided to help me…"

JC's rose eyes widen slightly at my soft and humble tone. Breaking out into a warm smile, she shakes her head slowly, and replies,

"It's nothing. You've done just as much for me. It was the least that I could do."

I tut in disbelief before I gently grab her by her shoulders to make her stare me in the eyes. She seems startled at this sudden contact, but does nothing to try to escape my hold on her. I groan, out of both exhaustion and slight irritation.

"You don't get it, do you," I start in a much steadier voice than before, "You really don't understand how much this means to me. It is because of you that I'm standing here instead of inside a prison cell, at this very moment. In those few minutes that JP first came around here, you held my fate in your hands. You were the decision as to whether I was arrested, or I stayed free. And you made the choice to allow me my freedom. The one thing I've always wanted, longed for, even. Without you, I'd be surrounded by cold steel. I just want you to realize that, and realize that if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to call me. As cheesy as it sounds, I am forever in debt to you."

Throughout the whole appreciation speech, JC's face has steadily gone from pale ivory to the color of a cherry. She goes to answer me, but for a few seconds, she can't utter anything without stuttering.

She finally gets a grip on herself, and states, still somewhat stammering,

"I g-guess I never thought about it that way. Well, I mean, I knew once I saw the wanted poster, but not from that perspective. Umm, you're welcome. Yeah, if I ever need anything, I'll tell you."

I nod, relieved that she finally gets what I'm saying.

JC grins brightly, and before I know what's happening, she's swiftly turned my body around, and is in the process of pushing me towards the hallway to the inn rooms.

"Now, shoo," she declares again playfully, though there's more force to it this time, "It's 1:10, and you need to get some sleep, because I'm waking both you and Silver at the butt-crack of dawn tomorrow."

My eyes widen in horror, and I rotate in place to face her. "Dawn? But… dawn is at like, 7 or 8! You're insane!"

She puts her hands on her hips, and glares at me, with what I can guess is almost a motherly glower.

"Hey, JP isn't the only officer who comes into this Pokémon Center, you know. Actually, now that JP won't be harassing me anymore—hopefully—Jenny Anne will probably be making more stops here more often. Police officers always check in on me every day at 9 in the morning, so you two need to be out of here by, at the latest, 8:30. So, I suggest you skedaddle off to bed, Sassy Miss!"

"Well, I can't argue with that logic." I chuckle, and wave to her before walking down the hall to my room. I enter the inn room, and as I commence my bedtime rituals, I smile at the fact that not only I am free, but also I have a friend to share that freedom with.

I gasp for air as I suddenly skyrocket into a sitting position on the bed. Pulling my knees into my chest tightly, I breathe heavily and deeply, the night terror having robbed me of breath for what was probably only a second or two, but felt like an hour. Vivid images of the nightmare float in my mind like lily pads floating in a pond.

This isn't the first time I've had night terrors, and it probably won't be the last. And because of that, I have a journal that's dedicated to writing down every single detail of every single dream that I can remember. Actually, I have about five journals worth of dreams and memories already written down starting from age 12 and on. I've recently just started on my sixth.

It takes a few minutes for me to calm down, but when I'm finally able to think clearly again, I hastily scramble out of bed, and grab my gigantic backpack, so I can write the nightmare down before I forget it. My journals have a special pocket reserved just for them in the front, where they're the most accessible. I almost rip the zipper off trying to open the pocket, but luckily, it stays intact. Pulling out my most recent journal, I begin to write…

I wake up in a disturbingly familiar place. I'm lying on carpet of coarse navy blue fibers. Lavender walls of plaster surround me, and that's when I take a hard, long stare at my location. The lack of windows promotes suffocation. A gigantic, and obviously new plasma screen television hangs over the fireplace, and somehow, I can feel that it is forbidden to even touch it. A couch and a few armchairs of all shades of brown lounge lazily in the room. While they may look fluffy, and perhaps cozy to most, I know they are just waiting to suck me in like quicksand. The only thing in the room that gives me any sort of comfort is the packed bookshelf in the corner. I go to pull a book off the shelf, when I suddenly hear a sound that makes my blood run cold.

Any kind of security I had before is quickly shattered into itty-bitty little pieces as I hear the noise coming from a place outside of this room.

Sobbing.

Not soft, gentle weeping, but horrible, heart-wrenching sobbing, full of despair and grief. And it scares me more than anything else in the world. It scares me because I know what comes after the sobbing. What always comes after the sobbing.

The muttering. The cursing. The jumping to incorrect conclusions. The accusations and the undeserved incrimination. The need for a scapegoat.

And I'm that scapegoat.

All of the problems in the world are my fault. I'm the reason that evil groups like Team Rocket exist. I'm the reason that innocent people are murdered. I'm the reason for Pokémon who are bloodthirsty killers. I'm the reason for everything evil.

I'm the scapegoat.

It's the alcohol that makes it this way.

But it's still all my fault. Because I'm still the scapegoat. I'm always the scapegoat.

I can hear it now, muttering all of its grievances in a low voice that sounds ready to break. It becomes louder with each problem it recites, and it's not long before it escalates to yelling curses at the top of its lungs. I'm not even in the same room as it, and I'm already shaking like a leaf.

Of course, it doesn't have the mental capacity to deal with its problems without hard liquor. It hides behind it, as if it'll protect it from the true reality. But it doesn't. It won't. And that angers it. So, what does it take its anger out on?

Me, of course. I'm the scapegoat.

I stop writing, knowing what comes next, but not wanting to confirm it by making a physical record. I'd rather pretend it never happened. It isn't a topic you just bring up at brunch.

I use my journals to absorb the things I'd rather not have to remember. And this is one of them.

*JC's POV*

A loud thumping causes me to jolt awake. I sit up, rubbing my throbbing knee, which just impacted with the wall in response to the noise. I hear the thumping noise again, prompting me to go and investigate. Without thinking, I put my nursing apron on, just in case someone needs medical treatment. I also grab the Pok�� Ball of my Growlithe, Gruff, just in case of a burglar.

To my surprise, the thumping's origin seems to be somewhere in the inn rooms. Crossing quietly through the lobby, I see nothing suspicious. Chansey waves amicably at me from behind the counter, where she sleeps, and smiles lazily when I reflect the same gesture.

The thumping leads to Calypso's inn room. Wondering what could be making that noise, I open the door inaudibly, and slowly walk inside the room. Once I'm all the way inside, I shut the door, but to my horror, it emits a high-pitched creek before it closes. I shift my gaze to Calypso, but thankfully, the noise doesn't wake her up.

Speaking of Calypso, she is tossing and turning in an almost violent manner, while her comforter and nearly all of her pillows have been shoved or knocked off of the bed. Once I see her head collide with the headboard, I realize where the sound is coming from. I can't imagine how much that must hurt.

I walk up to the bed, but hastily step back as Calypso's bare foot nearly kicks me in the stomach. From the rampant way she is moving around, sweating like a Swinub on Mt. Chimney, and the expression of pure fear on her face, I'd say she's having a nightmare.

"Calypso!" I say her name audibly, but not too loudly since it's 4 in the morning, and other people are trying to sleep. At the statement of her name, Calypso opens her eyes, and jolts up forcefully. Though her amethyst eyes are open, I can tell that she is still asleep, trapped in her nightmare.

"MOMMY!" She shrieks in a shrill and childish, yet crystal clear voice. In any other context, the word use might have been comical, or even witty. But here, in the middle of the night, and the middle of a nightmare, it is nothing but disturbing. Then, as quickly as she sat up, Calypso's eyes roll into the back of her head, and she falls back onto the bed.

I am too startled by this whole experience to even move at the moment. I unconsciously listen for the sound of her breathing, and am relieved when I hear deep, heavy breaths coming from her.

Suddenly, the door opens, and a Chansey waddles in, an expression of worry on her pale pink face.

'What's going on', the Chansey asks me, 'I heard screaming. Is our guest all right?'

"Yeah," I nod to her, "She was just having a nightmare."

Then, to make sure Calypso is okay, I lay my hand on her forehead to check whether she has a fever or not. To my surprise, she is quite warm, and I ask Chansey to get me a damp washcloth to help cool her down.

While Chansey goes to grab the washcloth, I take a look at the thermostat. 75 degrees Fahrenheit (around 24 degrees Celsius)! No wonder the poor girl is sweating! I switch the temperature from 75 (24) to 69 (20.5) degrees. Thankfully, the fans in the inn rooms are quite powerful, and cool air starts pouring into the room.

I carefully position Calypso's body so she is lying comfortably on the bed, and to prevent her from becoming cold, I cover her with a very light sheet. I can't help but snicker when she snuggles into her pillow, and a light smile materializes on her face.

Chansey comes back with the washcloth, and I cover Calypso's forehead with it. I can tell that it's working when Calypso sighs contentedly, and then proceeds to start snoring.

"Thank Arceus that she's all right," I mutter.

Chansey gazes at me with an expression of curiosity. "Do you have any idea what the poor child would be having a nightmare about?"

"Well, she didn't have the best childhood, Chansey. Her parents died when she was four, and she was taken away from her guardian by her grandmother shortly after. And from what I've heard, she hates her grandmother with a passion. So I bet any one of those could be the root cause."

Chansey narrows her eyes in thought. "Do you think there could be any chance of abuse by the grandmother?"

I shift my hands to my hips, and silently go over every detail Calypso mentioned about her grandmother. "Nothing that Calypso said directly, but from the way she described the woman, it wouldn't surprise me if she physically disciplined Calypso."

"You should ask her about it tomorrow."

I shake my head no at the suggestion. "No, Calypso already has enough to deal with regarding her grandmother. If she were abused, bringing up the memories of it probably wouldn't help at all. You've already seen how angry at the world she is. I can almost bet that her frame of mind is very unstable, and I don't want to shatter the stability she does have."

Chansey sighs before shrugging at me, and leaving the room. Seeing as Calypso seems stable enough, I follow suit, and go to my quarters to reclaim some much-needed shuteye.

*Calypso's POV*

I groan as the sound of the alarm clock ringing infiltrates my good dream, and forces me to wake up. I angrily shove the clock off the nightstand, cancelling out the noise, but probably breaking it in the process. Hey, what can I say? That damn clock ruined the first good dream I've had in months. The contents of my good dream? A secret.

I grudgingly get up, get dressed, etc. As I walk out to the lobby, I catch sight of JC's face, and everything that happened last night rushes to my mind in a flash. I grit my teeth at the memories, not wanting to have to discuss them again.

JC holds my gaze, and I notice that while she is smiling, her smile is strained, and worry is entrapped within her rose eyes. I quickly break the eye contact. She's probably worrying about having a criminal in her establishment, and is strained by the pressure of trying to protect me. In that second, I hastily make the decision to cut her out of my life. It's for her own good.

Thankfully, JC is alone in the lobby, and since no one sane is up at this time, I'm not worried about anyone coming in.

I approach her at the counter, where she shares a sunny grin with me. I can tell she's faking it. She's worried underneath the fake grin.

When I don't smile back, her grin falters, and she glances at me curiously. She lowers her gaze, and says in a quiet voice,

"Silver already left. I checked his room around ten minutes ago, and it is completely deserted. He's one smart kid."

I only nod, the depression of what I know I must say next effectively preventing me from replying to her statement.

She tilts her head to stare at me incredulously, obviously thinking that anything to do with Silver would make me reply immediately. She'd normally be right. Baffled by my silence, she says, in almost a whisper,

"What's wrong?"

I sigh sadly, and speaking to her for the first time this morning, I respond,

"I have things I need to say, and I'm not looking forward to saying them."

She smiles a small smile, and my Grinch sized heart almost breaks at the fact that I have to say what I have to say.

"I'm sure these words you need to say aren't that bad," she drawls soothingly, "So why don't you just get it over with, and say them?"

Sighing sadly once again, our eyes lock together before I nod slowly. In a deep tone, I mutter to her,

"Look, I'm sorry for not telling you all about this before, and laying all of it on you and JP last night. My whole family situation just isn't something I like to talk about, especially since my social skills aren't the most refined. And the whole thing with the Grand Larceny and Destruction of Property… I'll admit, I'm not sorry for what I did that night. I did what I had to do to gain my freedom, one way or another. And while being locked up in a house doesn't seem like a life or death situation, it was for me. If I would have stayed for much longer, Gran and I probably would have ended up killing each other."

JC gives me a little eyebrow twitch, as if to say, "Now you're over-exaggerating."

When my serious expression doesn't falter after a few seconds, JC's rose eyes widen. I sigh breathily.

"What's sad", I go onto whisper, "is that you think I'm joking. What's even sadder is that I have to tell you I'm not. What happened in that house that night was me releasing all of my anger out towards her, and the world. I've never really been able to just release my emotions like that. I've always had to keep them under wraps. Honestly, I'm just grateful that she wasn't there to witness it. There could have been even worse consequences if she had been…"

I pause to sigh again, and then I stare JC full in the face.

"I completely understand if you want to break all ties with me. I'm a wanted criminal; you're a nurse. It could hurt your career if people found out that you were ever associated with me. It might be beneficial if we weren't friends anymore…"

A sharp slapping noise echoes throughout the lobby as a stinging starts developing on my cheek. Damn, JC has a nice bitchslap.

"Calypso Aspen Primrose! How dare you! How many times do I have to tell you that you are my friend, and nothing will change that? Sure, last night surprised me a little bit, but I'm not giving up on you! Besides, JP is up in Violet City, in this moment, risking her badge for your benefit! I am risking my license here for your benefit! We are fully involved for you, and we refuse to let you push us away, 'for our benefit.' Do you get that, Calypso?!"

I hastily shake my head yes, not only not wanting another slap, but in awe at her concern for me. It's been forever since anyone has bothered to care about me like that. Not since…

A single tear runs down my face, causing JC to pause her rage, and stare at me in astonishment. The first tear is shortly followed by more, and I start to sob silently. Very unlike the creature in my dreams, with its shrieking sobs. And for once, I cry neither of sadness nor fear; I cry of joy.

She rushes from behind the counter to hold me securely in her arms. She does not shush me, as Gran always did when I would cry. She knows that for once, I need to get my emotions out, or they will bubble inside me as they always have. Her hold on me is not choking like Gran, either, but rather, providing support where it's needed. Her comfort reminds me more of my mother, who used to hold me the same exact way.

"You are going to be a great mother," I whisper to JC after a few more seconds of tears. She only lets out a shaky laugh, while she starts rubbing my back soothingly. I soon calm down.

"I'm sorry," I say as soon as her arms release me, "It's just that—"

"It's okay," she responds quietly, "You don't need to explain yourself to me this time. You are always welcome to release your emotions when you're with me. No explanation required."

I giggle and sniffle at the same time. "No, it's okay, I want you to hear this. It's just that you remind me of my mother. The way you hold me, the way you don't shush me when I cry, and the way you care for me. I got so emotional because no one has bothered to care for me like she did besides you. Thank you."

Her rose eyes widen, but soon narrow to normal. She grins largely, and wraps me up in a full hug. This is quite hard for her to do, seeing as I have about five inches on her. I embrace her back, before grabbing her by the waist, and swinging her around a few times. She giggles gleefully before I set her back on the floor.

My eyes just happen to catch the clock. It's 8:15.

I point at the clock. "Shit, I guess I need to go."

JC glances at the clock, and frantically nods her head. "No kidding. Here's breakfast," she says as she hastily hands me a granola bar, "Now out you go!"

She practically shoves me out of the Pokémon Center. I don't stick around to have the last word, as I can hear the engine of a large motorbike. The Officers are out early this morning. Fuck.

Cyndi suddenly pops out of her Poké Ball, effectively startling me.

"Whoa, Cyndi, give me some warning next time! You scared the shit out of me! We're lucky I didn't scream, or we could've had the coppers on us in minutes!"

Cyndi only raises an eyebrow. After a few seconds, she adds a sigh, too. I shift my hands to my hips in defense.

"Hey, don't look at me like that! Besides, our next destination is Union Cave, which is all dark, wet, and cold. Aka, not a good place for you to train. Dusk is the one who needs the most training anyways. What levels are you guys at now? Let me check…"

I pull out the Pokédex, which flashes a red light when I turn it out. I quickly check the levels, moves, and stats of all four Pokémon.

"Let's see… Cyndi, you're at level eighteen… your moves are Tackle, Smokescreen, Ember, and Quick Attack. Spirit is level sixteen… her moves are Faint Attack, Wing Attack, Pursuit, and Peck. Both Dusk and Forest are at level thirteen… Dusk's moves are Psywave, Astonish, Spite, and Growl. Forest's moves are Vine Whip, Growth, Wrap, and Sleep Powder. Not bad, you guys…"

I become immersed in the Pokédex, so Cyndi whistles to get me out of my funk. I glance at her.

"Thanks. Anyways, I'm gonna train Dusk in Union Cave because her natural environment is in caves, and she and Forest need the most training. I mean, you can walk along with us if you want, but if you get wet, it's not my fault."

Cyndi appears to think about this for a moment, before approaching me. To my surprise, she reaches up, and taps her Poké Ball on my belt.

"I'll take that as a no," I say as Cyndi returns herself to her Poké Ball.

I then let Dusk out of her Poké Ball. She seems to be delighted at the prospect of more training. So, we start heading over to the entrance of Union Cave, where Dusk and I pummel Bird Keeper Peter, and to my surprise, there is a slightly shattered boulder standing in the way of what looks to be a valuable item. That reminds me…

"Dammit, I forgot to ask about Rock Smash."

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elliot-orion · 4 years

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Character Introductions: Matty Greene

Fast Facts

SA Classification: They’re not a Super, but they are on the Watchlist

Pronouns: He/She/They, it varies

Age: 30

Birthday: September 29

Height: 5′0″

Favorite Food: strawberries

Favorite Tea: Lavender

Bio

Matty is a normal human, and so they had a pretty normal life. Their grandmother ran a nice bed and breakfast called the Lily Pad Inn, which their mother took over eventually. They grew up there with their sister, Anna, and had a fairly normal childhood. Their parents didn’t get along, though they were both nice, and eventually got divorced in Matty’s sophomore year of high school. After then, things were a lot better. They went off to college where they majored in premed. They worked as an EMT throughout college, but they weren’t a fan, and eventually they realized they didn’t want to do medical school. They wanted to help people, but that wasn’t how they wanted to do it. Instead they went back to the Inn to help their mom out for a few months until she decided to hand it fully over to Matty.

In college, Matty had a boyfriend who was real nice at first. But he turned out to be really awful. Matty however, is a sweetheart and is bad at setting up boundaries if it means he can help people, so they never broke up with the dick. That is, until a year after they graduated, when Matty realized they were pregnant. Then they kicked the douche out. Matty will put up with a lot against himself, but they knew that their boyfriend would hate them having a kid, and was not about to let him hurt their kid. They had their daughter, Jazzy, a few months later when they were 25.

It was right about when Jazzy was born that the Lily Pad Inn became a shelter for Villains. It wasn’t intentional, not really, but a Villain came in one night asking for a room, and Matty gave them one. They didn’t realize the Villain was on the run until the SA showed up demanding that Matty let them get the Villain. Matty said absolutely not, and because of them, that Villain didn’t get arrested. She spread the word that the Inn would keep you safe, and eventually 90% of Matty’s customers were Villains needing a safe place. In the end, they don’t regret it at all, and are much, much happier this way. They’ve found their way of helping people, and they stick with it. The Inn is known all over as a sanctuary for Villains and it’s grown bigger than Matty could ever have expected, and they love it.

In the end, the Inn being a safe haven turned out better than they could have imagined even, because it was how they met their now husband, Blue. Blue was a Villain who came in for safety, and kept coming back, and, well. Shit happened. The two of them got married a year and a half before the story starts. Jazzy is now 5 years old, the Inn is well established, and Matty is so well known for standing down the SA that One Eye is intimidated and leaves the Inn alone. So... yea. Matty is the sweetheart cinnamon roll with a spine of steel who’s willing to show absolutely anyone love, and trust me when i say you don’t want to mess with Matty. And yea!

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elliot-orion · 4 years

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Character Introduction: Oliver Heart

Okay, FINALLY we can get to Oliver’s intro post!! And by finally I mean i finally have some fucking power in my house and time to write. It’s been a time this week guys. So let’s just jump right in!

Fast Facts

Supers Name: Time Master

SA Classification: Rogue Party, on Watchlist.

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: Officially 18, but he can’t remember for certain

Birthday: He celebrates January 12th because that’s the first day he remembers. I’ll explain later.

Height: 6′1″

Powers: Time Elemental so time manipulation; precognition, etc

Favorite Food: Applesauce

Favorite Animal: Dogs.

Bio

Like Morty, Oliver’s got a bit of a memory problem with his childhood. He can’t remember a darn thing about himself prior to when he turned ten (and got his powers technically). He woke up in the SA hospital, and was told his name was Oliver and that he’d been in a car accident that killed his parents. He has no idea if that’s true or not, because One Eye does have a habit of kidnapping Elementals and erasing their memories to make them loyal to the Supers Association, but Oliver also has a habit of not realizing he’s walking into streets. Mind you no one but the other Elementals actually know he’s an Elemental, I explain that more here, but I wouldn’t put it past One Eye to know anything ngl. He’s pretty sure it was One Eye honestly, considering he can see into the past, and his own past... but not the first ten years. He’s not really happy about it, but there’s not much he can do, and he doesn’t particularly care, in all honesty.

Since he had no where to go and was just a kid, Oliver wound up staying with the Supers Association. He went to one of their schools for a while, though the Director in charge of the branch nearest to the school often came to him for predicting the future. He wasn’t particularly a fan of that, but he didn’t know how to say no. The more they asked him for help seeing the future, and the more he had to use his powers in school, the more unstable he got. He started forgetting what time period he was in, forgetting long gaps of time, getting confused about what had already happened, and so on. It wasn’t too bad yet, and they thought he was just forgetful.

But then he collapsed time. Oliver’s a nerd, to put it really simply, and he always has been. He loves history, which is part of why Time chose him, he loves learning, and he’s curious about everything. He was 100% that kid in class who asked so many questions the teacher got annoyed and his favorite words are “well actually...”. And in a Supers school, where cliques are huge and determined by power, he tended to get bullied. His powers weren’t fighting based and he was annoying, so they didn’t like him. When he was thirteen, there was an incident and it scared him enough his powers lashed out, and time collapsed. It was only for a few minutes, he fixed it easily enough, but it terrified the SA when they realized just how powerful he was. If he collapsed time fully, then the world would basically be destroyed because physics doesn’t like that much. So... yea.

The Supers Association, in all their shitty government organization with little to no oversight way, took Oliver to a facility for older Supers who could no longer control their powers. Overall, it was a nice place. He got taken care of, there was a big garden, it was just a retirement home, essentially. Except for the small fact that they drugged him to the point he barely knew his own name. At thirteen. Without any real consent (his legal guardian was the SA as a whole, and as a minor he didn’t have any say in it). Sparky found out about this, because of course he did, and, well, he made a fuss. Stole all Oliver’s case files and plopped them in the lap of a nonprofit legal group that worked to protect Supers rights. They made a case to get him free considering it was completely unlawful, the SA argued that he was dangerous and they were allowed to deal with dangerous Supers as needed, yadda yadda yadda, it goes to the Supreme court and is super televised, and in the end Oliver’s case wound up securing a ton of rights for minor Supers. A lot of the shit the SA had been doing, like the kidnapping Elemental kids and erasing their memories, essentially arresting powerful young Supers without calling it that (they’d put them in facilities that were similar to juvie but called a training thing, not a jail thing even though they weren’t allowed to leave), stuff like that, it was no longer allowed. At all. Young Supers did have rights before hand of course that protected them, but the loopholes were officially closed. It was a HUGE deal, especially for Morty and Ben, though neither of them actually knew Oliver at that point. But Morty was kidnapped and had his mind wiped, and was held essentially hostage by One Eye, and Ben is a powerful Super with scary powers that would definitely have been targeted by the SA earlier. So this was really big. A lot of strong Super kids got released, and soon after the case an oversight committee was created to protect minor Supers. It’s probably the only comprehensive oversight the SA has (and even then, comprehensive is a bit wishy washy) but it’s so much more than previously.

As for Oliver himself, he got released and was no longer being drugged, but the damage had been done. The drugs destabilized his powers, and his confusion increased exponentially. He started losing himself in time, when he’d see, hear, feel, and fully believe he was in some moment in the past, sometimes for hours at a time. He rarely could tell you the date, started living a few minutes behind or a few minutes ahead even when he was present, had a few instances of things from the past showing up in his place... not great. As a compromise with the SA, the court decided to assign him a full time carer, Emory, who made sure he ate, drank water, and didn’t hurt himself. Which he did. A lot. Always on accident, of course, but things happen when you were in your living room and then you’re suddenly experiencing a battlefield. Lots of running and falling because objects that are physically there are not there for him. Not a lot of fun. He also got a service dog who he named Edison, just to help keep him calm and ground him.

Things were pretty okay after that, other than dealing with the whole, getting lost in the time stream thing, until time collapsed again. Again, it wasn’t Oliver’s fault, he got panicked because he saw a Really Bad Future and thought he was trapped there since he doesn’t normally realize that the time he’s seeing isn’t the right one. It was an apocalypse, and in real time bodies suddenly appeared in the streets, buildings collapsed because another building shoved itself into it which tends to break some laws of psychics and all... yea. no one got hurt, just terrified, and he brought it back after about twenty minutes with Edison and Emory’s help. But yet again, the SA was scared, and since it could technically be considered a Villainous attack, since no one could tell if the bodies were from the present time or the past and there was property damage,and technically he was an adult then since he’d just turned eighteen, so technically they were allowed to put him back into a facility all drugged up. Which they did. Again. This time though, he did have an adult who was on his side, and Emory busted him out. Sometimes having temporary amnesia powers and being a retired spy comes in handy for her. ;) She brought him to the Lily Pad Inn for safety until she could get the SA off his ass, which is where his story picks up in the book!!

Sorry that got so long, ugh, but Oliver’s story is complicated and a load of not fun. There’s a lot of not fun in general. Tragic backstories anyone? Every Supers gotta have one! But at the very least, his pain wound up helping a lot of people, and if you ask him, that means it was worth it. Anyways, here’s the tag list: @shadow-maker @merigreenleaf @albatris @ageekyreader @mo-is-writing lmk if you want on or off as always, either for this story or in general!! or the DHU in general there’s a list for that too lolol.

#nightmare at the lily pad inn #oh yea btw thats the title for the story forgot to mention that hahah #nlpi #oliver #dhu #dark heart universe #character introduction #character intro #no im not editing this so sorry if it makes zero sense i have a hunger #and have not eaten today #so i dont care

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Character Introduction: Mortimer Heart

Fast Facts

Supers Name: None

SA Classification: Rogue Party, on Watchlist

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: Officially 19, yes we have another complicated age one sorry folks

Birthday: April 4th (it’s actually his adoption day but he celebrates it as his birthday) Height: 5′9″

Powers: The Death Elemental. Can hear/see ghosts, reanimate corpses, can tell when someone’s going to die soon, gains strength from areas with lots of deaths such as hospitals or battlefields, can kill someone with a look although that takes a lot of concentration, can sense death, freaks everyone out because hes a spoopy boi

Favorite Food: Anything Spicy, but probably Indian food.

Favorite Animal: Does not like animals and is annoyed I asked. If pressed, probably snakes.

Bio

Guess what folks we’ve got another one with memory problems! Yayy!! Though to be fair, One Eye didn’t have to do much here. Morty was adopted (read - bought) by One Eye and brought to America from an orphanage in Siberia when he was six years old, so he probably wouldn’t remember anything anyways. Like Oliver, One Eye grabbed him because he’s an Elemental, and the SA kinda wanted to collect the whole set of them and was not afraid to do whatever it took to reach that goal, hence why so many are in America. They weren’t supposed to be, One Eye just didn’t give them a choice. Anyways, the clever amongst you have probably already noticed that Morty’s last name is the same as Oliver’s, and this is intentional. Just like in the USA we call people who can’t remember their names or unidentified bodies John/Jane Doe’s, in the DHU America, they call them Sam Heart’s (because it’s my world and I can make gender neutrality a thing if i fucking want). Oliver did have a first name that they let him keep, and Morty got named that by One Eye because the man is not creative (guess what he named the fire Elemental? Blaise. Yes I did that intentionally dont at me). But both of them use the Heart last name because they don’t know their own. Just some fun worldbuilding for you.

You might also notice that I said Morty got adopted at six years old already as an Elemental, even though Elementals get chosen at 11-13 years old. I didn’t mess up. Death is a tad different in that it picks it’s Elemental early. The first time they see death, be it an animal or a person, they get their powers. For Morty, there was a home break in, his dad got shot, he got his powers and accidentally killed everyone in a half mile radius, and eventually was found by authorities. There weren’t any records of him, so no one really knew much about him and just guessed his age. Hence the officially 19, and his birthday being the day One Eye swept him up. He does not remember the break in happening, or the orphanage, but he still gets nightmares of flashes from it. Fun!

Once he was with the SA, he was kind of kept prisoner. One Eye sort of raised him (in that he’d check in at certain points and otherwise Morty was left with nannies who hated him because he’s creepy), and he wasn’t allowed to leave the headquarters office. He did online school, which is how he met Ben, learned how to repress his powers because One Eye wouldn’t let him use them since they scared him, and was just generally a very bored, very frustrated, and very done with authority child. One Eye did a lot of fucking with his mind, placing blocks that made him afraid of using his powers, and trust me that DEFINITELY fucked him up a lot. After he meets Sparky in “Sparks Fly” he started to sneak out to meet with the triad more and more, getting in more and more trouble, until he just decided to stay with them when he’s 16. The three of them become even more of his pseudo dads than they already were, and it’s pretty good. He gets along best with Sparky, loves Hall and Scout even if he fights with them a lot, and really relies on them. He never quite got along well with Lucia though, because she was one of the Heroes who babysat him for a while. Even though she was the only one to take him on field trips or who’d turn a blind eye if she knew he was just running to the triad’s place, she was still part of the SA, and damn does this boy have a problem with authority and the SA now. A year or so later, he leaves the triad to help Ben run away, and that’s about where the book picks up so we’re going to stop it there.

And that’s Morty! He’s contrary, angry, hates authority, but is also so sensitive and caring and sweet with Ben and we love our little death boy okay he’s a Good Bean. Anyways here’s the tag list: @mo-is-writing @albatris @shadow-maker @merigreenleaf @ageekyreader @knightedwriter insert usual if you want on or off just let me know you guys get the gist. ;) love you all! Up next i’ll probably do Matty and Blue, and then we’ll be done with the intro posts for Nightmare at the Lily Pad Inn!

#nlpi #character introduction #character intro #dhu #dark heart universe #into the dark heart #nightmare at the lily pad inn #original writing #my writing #morty heart #morty

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elliot-orion · 3 years

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Writeblr Re-Intro

I’ve seen quite a few people do this in the past couple weeks so i figure i probably should too considering how stinking long its been. so. hi there! I’m Elliot, and I use they/them pronouns! I’m a college kid majoring in creative writing and anthropology and regret doing both. I have a 9 year old emotional support cat, Van Gogh, who enjoys snoring, getting fur in my mouth, and chewing on my headphones. In addition to writing, I crochet amigurumis, play flight rising, bake like mad, obsess over dragons and stuffed animals, and spend way too much time thinking about superheroes.

I mostly write LGBT+ Young Adult/New Adult fiction, and recently published my first novel, “Sparks Fly.” You can see a tumblr summary of it here. “Sparks Fly” and the majority of my stories take place in the expansive Dark Heart Universe full of not so heroic Super Heroes and Super Villains with questionable but not necessarily bad morals. But I like to dabble all over and have WIPs including a horror duology, a scifi roadtrip story, and about 800 other WIPs that are going nowhere because I’m a pantser and that’s how i roll. Expect to see me name drop some characters or a story, tag it in one ask game, and then never mention it again rather frequently. I apologize in advance. The main stories you will actually see me mentioning a bunch are below the cut.

I technically have a website, and I technically have a twitter, but the former is a mess because I can’t program or remember to regularly blog and the latter i never use because social media scares me. Think there’s like 10 tweets on it and all of them are niche shitposts about my stories so... yea. I do have a Pinterest though, where you can find boards for most of my stories as well as a few of the name dropped once stories. so that’s fun. This intro is a mess.... Anyways, below the cut are some quick summaries of my main WIPs. If you want to learn more about the world that half of these are a part of (the DHU), look through this tag because my only summary series of it is way out of date.

Woodsmoke

A DHU novel. Woodsmoke is a Hero who 100% should not be going to the worst Villain in town, Stardust, for help, but fuck it he doesnt have any other option. In return for helping Woodsmoke save a whole bunch of school kids, Stardust demands Woodsmoke owes him a favor - he has to help Stardust and his gang get rid of the Director of the city’s Supers Association branch. The only probably is, the Director control everything, and Woodsmoke is utterly terrified of him. But, he owes a favor, and he’s even more afraid of what Stardust could do to civilians than he is of what the Director could do to him. When it all goes wrong, maybe its time for him to give up being a Hero and stop being Woodsmoke. Maybe it’s time to just be Vincent again, and finally heal from the damage the SA has done. This is on its fourth draft and still needs about 2 or so more (guessing here), but will hopefully be the next DHU book released (dont quote me on that im winging this)

Nightmare at the Lily Pad Inn

A DHU novel. Ben, who’s technically a Villain but really just can’t control their powers for shit and their powers are like, really scary so its bad, is on the run from their sociopathic asshole brother. They wind up at the Lily Pad Inn, a safe haven for Villains no matter what they’ve done, run by the cinnamon roll sweetheart Matty and their husband, Blue. While there, Ben meets Oliver, another not-technically-bad Super who can’t control his powers, and meets up with Morty, their best friend. Shit happens i guess idk i’ve not written a real summary for this one yet leave me alone. It’s on the first draft and its not even finished and i have no idea what the ending is because im a pantser go away.

Novella Collection

A DHU collection i guess. I’m not quite sure what else to call this because it’s made of three or so different novellas that I intend to fit together into a collection of novellas. The three novellas includes: the Empath, about Charlie who may just be the worlds most powerful empath and his partners who are very not happy with their area’s Director wanting Charlie to do something that could 100% kill him; Hell in High Heels, a historical DHU story about the Terra (Kitty), the Earth Elemental of the time, and Fer-De-Lance (Hattie), the Poison Elemental, and how they get married sorta unwillingly (thanks SA), break a shit ton of stereotypes, and help win World War 2.; and finally Wildfire, about the current day Fire Elemental and the Villain he really shouldn’t be so attracted to but 100% is and them chilling and being gay and idk this one needs a lot of work. All of these novellas have only had 1 draft and are still needing a lot of work.

And now for some not dhu stories...

The Other Beings / The Doll Maker

This is that horror duology I mentioned earlier. The Other Beings follow Nathan. He got sucked into the terrifying world of the Other Beings (well, 5 worlds actually), when he was 7 years old because of a brother he’s never quite forgiven for making him and his pseudo-sister Hazel hunt minor Beings for his whole childhood and fucking Nate up massively. He managed to leave the horror of the Other Beings for all of seven years before he was sucked back in by the Doll Maker, an Other Being with a penchant for turning pretty children and people into ball-jointed dolls. Turns out a horde of Other Beings is coming after him because of his dad which is a Bad and now he’s having to run as a human macguffin and trust me - he’s not happy about it. Only the Other Beings draft 1 has been written because it’s a dark story and with covid i have not have the mental energy to work on it more, but it’s super fun and i adore it. The Doll Maker, the second book, is solely about Doll Maker and his shit.

Paper Stars

Paper Stars is the scifi I mentioned, and just might be one of my favorite things I’ve ever written, even though its only had one draft because it’s hella depressing (literally, the mc River is seriously suicidal) and with all the shit in my life rn i haven’t had the strength to work on it more. but i adore the story. Basically, River’s life has gone to hell since his Grandpa died and the only thing making him hold on is really his alien best friend, Keio. When his depression gets even worse, he finally asks Keio to take him away from Earth and to space to escape his problems. This works, kinda, i mean he falls in love and shit (yes River falls in love with a seal furry alien, please go through the tag its great), but eventually he knows he has to face his problems and get help because this is a realistic story about depression and love doesnt cure all and you cant run from mental illness. It’s great.

That’s kinda all the main stories i mention a lot, all the others are little things i start and stop or that i write a self indulgent first draft but never intend to take it any further. all of these i fully intend to publish one day tho. So... yea. Welcome to my blog, its chaos but we have a good time.

#Intro #intro post #dhu #woodsmoke #nlpi #nightmare at the lily pad inn #wildfire #hell in high heels #paper stars #the doll maker #the empath #writelr #My writing #writeblr #amwriting

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elliot-orion · 3 years

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Because you did this to me, who is YOUR favourite OC from each of your stories? :P

i had that coming yea...

Sparks Fly - Sparky of course

Woodsmoke - I love Vincent so much, but Kier is a close second (sorry dusty)

Nightmare at the Lily Pad Inn - this one is tricky bc i smashed two sets of characters together for this story. my fav from the lily pad inn set is Matty, obviously, my fav from Nightmare’s story is Ben with Ollie a close second. So for the whole story, uh... Ben i think? Idk that's hard.

The Other Beings/The Doll Maker - I love Nathan so much but you know imma say Doll okay, but Nate is very close second.

Paper Stars -ugh i hate deciding between river and Kieo but i think i got to go with Keio just bc creating their species was so fun and they are so much more complex than they seem at first which i dig. But i do love River, and Ash honestly. He’s a good brother, it’s mostly that River won’t let him in.

I won’t bother going into my novellas/’to do’ ideas but yea i did it are you happy now? ;)

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elliot-orion · 6 years

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Original Fic Fest Day #2: Romantic Relationship

Ok, I’ll be real here. I wasn’t feeling Lily Pad Inn today, so I wrote this for the Quad in Morty Heart, a book in the same Dark Heart Universe. Some background you’ll need: Coda was abused for years by a Villain group called the Celestial Stars, and is missing his legs due to said abuse. He has illusion legs from the Super Grasshopper. Coda was sent to kill Morty, and they have a rough history because of this. Also, Ghost can switch between a solid and semi-corporeal form, like a living ghost. I think that’s all you’ll need... Let me know if anything confuses you. Also, this has minimal editing because i am Bad at that. So uh... yea. @originalficfest

��Coda. Coda. Coda, wake up!” Morty cried, trying to shake awake the whimpering and wailing person in his bed. With his words, the other two woke up as well, Theresa on Coda’s other side, and Ghost hovering in the air above the bed. Coda didn’t wake though, not until Theresa calmly began to coo to them, stroking their face until they jerked up with a scream.

“Coda, shhh…” Theresa whispered. She sat up along with Morty, their hands reaching for their partner only to have their arms twisted near to breaking.

“Let them go, baby doll.” Ghost reached out, solidifying his hand and settling on the bed so he could stroke the tears off Coda’s face.

“Hurt, they’ll hurt me, I-I… I…” A heartbreaking sob broke off the words.

“I won’t let them hurt you,” Ghost promised, continuing to stroke Coda’s cheeks. “You are safe here, remember?” It took a moment, but Coda finally dropped Morty and Theresa’s arms, to curl into a ball and sob.

Morty paused then. He’d never been good at this comfort thing, no matter how often these nightmares were with his newly found partner. Coda had taken so long to trust him, had barely wanted to be near him for months. Hell, Morty had only been allowed to sleep with them a couple weeks ago. They were still learning the boundaries, and Morty… he couldn’t bare the thought of triggering Coda after one of these nightmares.

But Theresa gave him a look and nodded. She knew Coda better than anyone else, having been close to him for so much longer than Ghost or Morty. He didn’t quite trust it, but… if she said it was ok to touch Coda, then… then it would be okay. It had to be.

So Morty scooched forward rather than back and wrapped his arms around Coda’s slight frame. As it turns out, Morty was the only one who tensed. Coda buried right into his chest, shaking and clutching at the pajama shirt he’d only been wearing so as not to trigger Coda. He’d been doing a lot of things to make his partner comfortable, and he wasn’t regretting any of them.

“I’ve… I’ve got you,” Morty whispered shakily. “No one is hurting you again.”

“No one,” Theresa promised, settling against Morty’s side and laying a hand on the slight amount of human flesh on Coda’s leg. It was a little too close to his hip for Morty to ever dare touch, but Theresa got away with it. He’d be jealous, if he hadn’t been the one Coda was currently cuddling into. Ghost sat in front of Morty, actually half in his legs, the damn semi-corporeal bastard. He knew Morty hated that, but Morty wasn’t complaining this time. He wasn’t about to deny his other partner from being close to Coda.

“Coda… We really care about you,” Ghost whispered, staying close but not going solid at all. “We won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“That’s right. The Stars are gone now, right? They can’t get to you anymore.” Theresa cooed.

“Coda.” Morty pulled back and tilted their chin up. “I’ll kill anyone who tries to hurt you. You know that, right?” Coda sniffled, brushed away some tears. And then he smiled. It was a watery smile, but it was a smile nonetheless, and not to be dramatic, but Morty could have sworn his heart was going to give out then.

“I know.” They laughed. “You’ve done it before.”

“You’re damn right I have. And I’ll do it as many times as I need to keep you three safe.” Morty winked. “No one is hurting you guys.”

“Or you.” Coda said it so easily, pulling his strange, barely there legs to his chest. Morty couldn’t help but blush at his words, a little lost for words. More than a little lost for words. He’d never… he’d never had people so willing to protect him. To love him. And yet here he was, with three of them. He’d never felt like this… like he had a home. Like he had a life. Like he had love.

But he did now, and it was in the form of the three beautiful people curled around him.

“Or me,” Morty said. But what he really meant to say, was I love you. From the way Theresa took his hand, Coda kissed his chest, and Ghost wrapped around his side, completely solid now, the message was received.

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#morty heart #dark heart universe #drabble #original fic fest #originalficfest #writing #my writing #amwriting #young writers #writers on tumblr #original writing #original works #coda #theresa #harley ghost

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