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deadsetobsessions · 4 months

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AU of Gotham! Tim Drake! Danny where he doesn’t know the universe he was reincarnated into.

“Robin!” Batman barked. Tim sighed, loudly. Batman twitched.

“What is it, B?”

“Drills. Again.”

Tim rolled his eyes but moved to obey. Speaking to B these days was like speaking to a rather boorish caveman. Simple grunts and single word sentences. It didn't use to be like this but B was loosing his grip on his humanity and it’s Tim’s job to bring it back.

It’s hilarious because he’s the least human of them all. It was odd, juggling his duties as Danny Gotham, his responsibilities as Tim, and his workload as Bruce’s shiny new Robin. Somehow he made it work.

Yeah, sometimes B’s hands are heavy when they’re training. Sometimes he forgets Danny’s name (or at least his human name) and calls for Jason instead. Sometimes, he smells more like booze and less like Bruce.

Danny could handle it. Even if his core quivers with grief. He wished he didn’t have to, but he could and will handle whatever he needs to for his Knight to regain himself. But fuck, that doesn’t mean taking his self destructive habits lying down. He might be Tim right now, but as far as Batman knew, Tim was here on the orders of

“B.”

“Hm.”

Oh, a neutral grunt! I see we’ve upgraded to grunts instead of arm flapping! Holy detective, Batman! Aren’t I glad I learned to speak cave man? Wow! Tim mocked, in his head.

“You’re heading to bed when I’m done with this set,” Tim said.

“This case isn’t done,” Batman growled. Ancients, it was like speaking to a large chihuahua-toddler hybrid. All the barking, all the growling, and all the petulance of a child makes the entirety of how his Knight acted on a good day these days.

“That wasn’t a suggestion,” Tim shot back, sore arms and legs and everything working through the set. Thank the ancients for his healing, or else Tim might actually be dying.

“You don’t give me orders, Robin.”

“No, but Gotham does.” He would know, considering Tim was Gotham.

The head full of greasy- ew, take a shower, B!- hair swiveled towards him.

“You have a direct line to Gotham?”

Tim settled into the final forms of the night. “Gotham sent me. I thought we went over this.”

A beat of silence.

Batman returned to clacking away at the computer. Tim finished his set in relative peace. He moved to the cool down stretches while Batman sulked in front of his computer like a five year old.

“I’m done.” He said, crossing his arms.

“Hm.”

“That means you’re done, too.”

“I’m not tired.”

Tim rolled his eyes so hard, he thinks he saw the light. Oh, wait, that’s just Bruce’s last brain cell dying.

“You’re heading to bed. Good luck finding actual crime tomorrow, if you stay up.”

Batman stilled, because he knows Gotham would back Tim up on the threat. Considering the time sensitivity of some of these cases, Gotham’s anger is not something he could risk.

Tim patted himself on the back for effectively playing the good cop and the bad cop on his own. Except ACAB for life because they’re vigilantes and the GCPD as a whole (with exceptions) sucks ass.

He watched as Batman- as Bruce- reluctantly powered down the Bat-Computer. As he stood up, Tim wrinkled his nose.

“Never mind. You take a shower first. I’ll text Alfred.”

“Not necessary.”

“Okay, then you can explain to Gotham why you’re traipsing through his city looking a starved rat and smelling like you took a joy ride in Killer Croc’s excrement. Oh, wait.” Tim snapped, just about done being patient today. Tim whipped out his phone, texting Alfred with one hand and pointing towards the staircase with the other.

“Shower above ground, you weird little mole rat. No cave water for you.”

Bruce makes a weird offended grunt.

“I literally don’t care if you have to walk up to your room to shower in your boxers, B. Most of Gotham’s people don’t have access to a shower, let alone a million dollar bathroom. Fucking use your actual bathroom instead of hosing off.”

And with that, Batman and Bruce Wayne moved to the tune of a pre-teen, who was also, unknowingly to him, the spirit of his City.

——

“Go home.”

Tim smiled sweetly. Bruce paled. The scary, Gotham loved child patted Bruce’s hand as he sat beside Bruce’s bed.

“Sleep, before I make you.”

Bruce slammed his eyelids shut, anything to not look at Tim’s malicious looking eyes, and allowed himself- nay, forced himself- to rest for the first time in weeks since Jason died.

As Bruce’s dumb self drifted off to dreamland, Tim muttered, “Wuss.”

He settled himself into the chair, napping lightly to make sure Bruce doesn’t sneak out to work when he’s gone.

Alfred snapped a quick picture.

#Tim Drake #Tim Drake as Robin #dc x dp #batman #danny phantom #danny phantom is tim drake #danny phantom is a little shit #sassy danny #Bruce Wayne #bruce wayne getting bullied into self care #depressed Bruce Wayne #Alfred Pennyworth #Gotham!Danny #danny is a menace #the cave has a shower #Bruce is using the hosing down station #like the ones in labs #for safety? but Bruce is using it because it’s a quick rinse

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starry-bi-sky · 3 months

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childhood friends danny and jason miscellaneous thoughts: because why not, i'm reworking ch2 because it no longer fits with the remaster of chapter 1 so i've been thinking of them, and i love talking about them. which you should totally go read the remaster because its 26k words and im very proud of it and it barely got any attention.

First off Ellie vapes. Mostly because I think its real fucking funny. The first time Danny finds out about it he gets all up in arms about it. Ellie at first thinks its because she's smoking -- which, helloooo pot meet kettle, Danny has been smoking for a lot longer than she has.

And then he throws a curveball at her and says he's upset specifically because its vaping. Like no, no. Dammit, if you're gonna fuck up your lungs you gotta do it properly, none of this cotton-candy flavored nonsense.

He plays it up for laughs and it's largely non-serious 'i can't believe you're using a vape', if only to hide the fact that he is genuinely displeased with his little sister smoking. Self-destructive behaviors and bad habits are his thing, thank you very much.

But, well, he knows he'd be a hypocrite if he told her he didn't like that she was smoking. He's aware its bad for him, but habits are hard to break and he's not particularly keen to break this one in particular.

Danny bullies her relentlessly about it whenever she vapes in front of him. Like don't be a loser, Elle, carry a carton of cigs and a lighter in your back pocket like the rest of us degenerates.

[more under the cut]

Secondly: Danny's piercings? He got the first lobe piercings as a lost bet from Sam in junior year, and they did it in her room with a needle, a small bottle of blood blossom extract, and an apple. He broke out in hives for a week after thanks to the blood blossom, but it prevented the hole from healing up :)

He got the rest done professionally at a piercing place in the Ghost Zone. He asked Johnny where to find it. Sam and Johnny (and Kitty) nearly convinced him into getting snakebites. He got an eyebrow piercing instead.

Danny's undercut is also self-done, he did it because Technus shot at him with an ectoblast and it missed hitting him, but set his hair on fire. Danny got it out pretty quickly, but it left his hair lopsided and obviously looking like it got burned by something. He went to Sam for help after the fight. He liked the way it looks so he's kept it that way since.

Vlad brought up Jason once(1) in a taunt during a fight, and this was after Jason disappeared from the ghost zone, and Danny very. very nearly killed him on the spot. He hasn't done it since.

Which leads into the other thing: Grief Triggers! As I call them. All Banshees have them in this au.

While all banshees are, in general, in a permanent state of grief, Grief Triggers are a specific emotional response that can cause them to spiral into a state of intense, sometimes debilitating sorrow, and most of the time causes them to start wailing.

Banshees know what their Grief Triggers are and in general tend to try and build up a form of resistance against it so that, if something occurs that happens to trigger said grief, they can at least either get away from other ghosts to let loose or have enough control over themselves that it'll take more work to send them spiraling.

As expected, Jason is Danny's grief trigger. He's built up a pretty good resistance to it so that hey, talking about him and his death is easier than when Danny was fourteen. But a little more prodding and it will trigger, especially depending on who brings him up and how. (See: Vlad)

Grief Triggers also manifest relatively the same; with the induction of an intense state of grief and sorrow, but how a banshee acts on it can sometimes vary. Again, it depends on who triggers it and how. Some of them can get,,, violent, depending on how it happens.

Rath, this au's 'Dan', is a case of a banshee being put into the grief state caused by grief triggers and... never really leaving it. Which they usually do on their own, or with help depending on the severity of it.

At the time it happened Danny was going through the worst week of his life a second time: his best friend's ghost disappeared, then his family and friends all died right in front of him, and then he was stuck with someone who wasn't helping him through that grief.

He was already in the grieving state when Vlad tore out his ghost half. As a result, Vlad only made it worse. With that fury thrown into the mix, Vlad ended up getting torn apart and nobody else was close enough with nor could they get close enough to Rath to help him come down from the wailing state.

So Rath ended up getting stuck in a perpetual negative feedback loop of absolute misery, and well... drove himself insane. The rest of the world became collateral as a result.

the difference between Danny and Jason lies in the fact that Jason died, while Danny is dead.

I'm having more thoughts on the CFAU/TMWS universe banshees, actually.

Banshees are either born in the ghost zone from ectoplasm and are ecto-entities and work as banshees as how we know of them, or they're human spirits that died mourning someone and that grief was so intense that it turned them into a banshee. They're a little more rare.

These banshees typically mourn only one person, or sometimes they follow their Realm-born counterparts and choose a family to mourn for. Typically their own.

Ember is not a banshee; human spirit banshees are always mourning another person. However, her abilities emulate certain qualities of banshees: like the beautiful singing. But in comparison to an actual banshee, Ember's voice pales.

Does this mean Danny has the better singing voice? Yeah. Ember is incensed by this.

If canon Danny and CFAU/TMWS Danny met, I think canon Danny would be kinda unsettled or off put by CFAU.

CFAU Danny still has some pretty core Danny traits, at least I like to think so -- his general drive to help people just out of compassion for them (even if it manifests differently at first due to trauma), his wit and humor, his fear of failing to protect his loved ones, all of those resonate with canon Danny.

However, canon Danny, as far as I can remember and as far as his wiki goes, rarely gets extremely angry or emotional. He gets irritated and he gets annoyed but him getting mad I don't think happens super often. CFAU Danny is the angrier one between Jason and Danny. It's one of the things I consider a division point between him and canon Danny as it's a result of him growing up in Crime Alley. Canon Danny is canonically shy and meek prior to becoming Phantom, CFAU Danny couldn't be -- he'd be dead already.

CFAU Danny's anger would off put canon Danny, in my opinion. His anger, his smoking, and for lack of a better term, his bloodlust would unsettle him.

Like, for example, say CFAU Danny gets transported to a canon (or canon-adjacent) Danny's universe. He's staying with canon for a little bit as they brainstorm how to get him back home, and CFAU Danny goes to school with canon if only so that he's not stuck in the house all day.

Whether they try and pass CFAU Danny off as canon's cousin or if the town already knows that he's another version of Danny, it doesn't matter. Because insert Dash.

Dash who, in CFAU Danny's world, has since learned not to fuck around with Danny or the other kids because Danny has long since asserted that he will beat his ass if he does. 'Fucking around' always predates the 'finding out', and Danny is happy to act as consequence.

(As my father told me (paraphrased) when I was a small child and full of uncontrollable anger: "there's gonna be a day where you're gonna hit someone, and they're gonna hit you back")

And canon Dash, who is used to canon Danny who kinda just takes it because it means that he won't target other people, would see CFAU Danny. He'd notice the resemblance between him and canon, immediately try and go "oh new target!", and try and bully him the same way he does to canon. And Danny "I am the consequences of your actions" CFAU Fenton, instantly throws hands.

Just, CFAU Danny is kind but he's also Gotham-raised and full of bite; he's meaner than canon is. He's more ruthless too, especially in his ghost fights. The ease of which he slips into violence would, imo, discomfort canon. CFAU and Canon would eventually get along though, they're not so different that they'd be in constant clash of each other.

(Canon Danny and Danyal Al Ghul however,,, thats another post LMAO)

#cw smoking #cw vaping #dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #dead on main au #childhood friends au #cfau #dpdc #ugh i could have made this two parts probably #i've had a lot of thoughts on banshees in this au and how i could adjust them #what i didn't get into: the ghostly behavioral affects that danny has gone through since dying. the ghostly mood swings and #heightened emotions that he's had to work through for the last five years.#one of my favorite lines in the remaster is danny mentioning offhandedly that he's gotten better at his mood swings ever since being a ghos #but also implying that vlad has been on the receiving end of these mood swings before and it didnt end well for him #like yessss gurl go through permanent irrevocable changes of your physiology and psyche that has ultimately altered you from the person you #used to be. you are now no longer fully human yess gurl pick up those habits and behavioral changes that is common in the species you've #been turned into even if its only halfway.#iirc i don't think i included obsessions in this au and checking the remaster doc and the word doesn't show up once in all 26k words of it #so hey looks like we get this instead #danny's singing voice is permanently ingrained in my head as sounding like hozier #its very very funny to imagine my au dannys meeting canon danny or canon adjacent danny #cfau seeing dan: who tf is that?? | canon: um.. dan? our evil alternate future self? | cfau: THATS your evil future self??#canon: yeah?? does yours not. look like that? | cfau: NO?#look if dan saw rath he would do a doubletake is all im saying and then would go “what the fuck what the fuck what the fUCK”#turning rath into a horror movie abomination is the fun part of this au and he's never even gonna show up #jason died but danny is dead. it lies in the past and the present. the was and the is. one of us got up and the other didn't

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gaylordscooter · 2 months

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I'll Catch You When You Hit Rock Bottom

[warning for self-destructive behavior including drug abuse and self harm]

“i should carve your skull out with my teeth.”

Was what he assumed he'd say when he invited Dust to smoke in his room with him, but he's gotten worse at predicting what people would say.

Yeah, even if Dust did talk he wouldn't say something like that.

That's something Killer would say when flirting. He was totally projecting. Or imagining what he wished he’d say.

Dust’s response was to leave his room.

Killer smirked as they walked over to his room.

It became a habit for them. Killer would manage to snag some weed, mainly from Underswap or occasionally, Underfell, whenever they went out. And then when midnight hit, Dust would come over. It was harmless fun and it let them forget about everything for a moment.

Sometimes Killer would talk to him, either about pointless observations he made about the multiverse or stories of his old life back in his universe. Sometimes they were both silent, because Killer decided to press his mouth against his instead of running it.

Much to his dismay, he didn't mind it, but he blamed that on the drugs.

Killer didn't even like him for him. He was just desperate for any semblance of affection. He was just a hand that held him, a mouth for him to kiss.

How desperate do you have to be to kiss yourself?

Apparently as desperate as he was, because he’d still go over to his room each time.

Killer appeared to forget most of what happened during these moments, but Dust remembered everything.

Killer pulled away from Dust’s teeth. “y’know, this has become a common occurrence for us, huh? like it's a ritual.” He smirked with a scandalous look on his face. “if this keeps happening we might end up banging, heh.”

Something in him snapped. His patience has been waning in recent years and it is certainly showing now. He pushed Killer to the floor, threw his hands around his neck and squeezed.

Killer choked out nonsense. He didn't know if he was protesting or, dare he say it, enjoying it. Taking into account that he wasn't struggling at all…

Dust let go and got off of him, as if he lost interest.

Killer laughed as he tried to catch his breath, already missing the warmth of his fingers around his neck. “wh-why’d you stop?” He reached up weakly to grab at his sleeve. “heh…you're—you’re not leavin’ are you?”

Dust looked down at him. His concern wasn't visible.

Killer looked utterly pathetic. Broken, even. There were more black streaks under his sockets than normal, it looked like he cried with mascara on.

It was a mistake to do this. He should've noticed Killer was acting off recently. He’s been in his room as often as possible these past few weeks, not even coming out for food. Horror had to bring something for him to eat to his doorstep. Well, he didn't have to, but he insisted. He wasn't even sure if he was still down for their irregularly scheduled smoking session, but it turned out to be the only time he responded to anyone knocking at his door.

The drugs made it worse big time.

He should’ve stopped him the moment he saw a glass pipe instead of a blunt.

Killer didn't even notice that he didn't smoke when he handed him the pipe. There was a faint chemical smell coming from it, confirming his suspicions. This wasn't weed this time.

And now they were here.

Killer’s smile widened as he tugged his sleeve. “don’t leave.”

He was begging him. It wasn't even as a joke. He was genuinely begging him to stay.

And he decided to stay; there weren't any drugs to blame for that decision.

Even though he didn't make a move for the door, Killer frowned.

“i mean—you don't have to stay if you don't want to. i know you don't,” his words came out frantically. More of that black tar leaked from his empty sockets. Some of it ran all the way down his face and stained his own clothes. His usually target-shaped soul was erratically changing shape and it wasn't into any proper soul shape. “dammit,” he swore, noticing his fluctuating soul. He forcefully grabbed and examined it.

Suddenly it was as if Dust wasn't in the room at all.

Killer’s full attention was on his own soul, and it wasn't good attention. His hand around it tensed. It was shaking as he gripped it tighter.

Dust lunged forward, grabbing the hand holding his soul by the wrist and yanking it away from it. He shoved him into the wall, pinning that hand with a sharp-ended bone and taking his soul away from him.

Killer hissed at the bone impaling his hand and stared at Dust in the sockets. He laughed, “as hot as this is, give me back my soul.” He reached out for his soul with his free hand, but Dust held it out of reach. “dust. c’mon,” his tone hardened.

Dust stared down at him in pity.

Killer continued to reach for his soul. Dust moved his free hand to grab his wrist and hold it away.

“what’s wrong?” he asked blankly, “can't trust me with my OWN soul?” He was on the verge of breaking down. He hated this. He hated how gently Dust held his soul. He hated that he could see his concern. He hated how powerless he was in this situation.

He laughed, because if he didn't he’d be crying instead. “i hate you,” he spat, “i hate you, SANS!”

He braced for an attack, or the destruction of his soul. Neither came.

The hold was as gentle as ever.

Dust held Killer’s hand close and leaned his head onto his chest.

“stop,” Dust said.

Killer’s breathing was shaky.

Dust didn't even have to look up to know he was crying now.

“damn it all!” he swore, voice breaking. “just give me back my soul and get out.”

Dust didn't budge.

“i hate you so much. you know that, right? i'm not thinking about you when we kiss,” Killer hissed.

Dust moved his head off his chest to make eye contact. His expression was unchanging.

He already knew that.

“don't look at me!”

Dust heard a blaster summon behind him. It was charging up, but he ignored his instincts to move.

He continued to stare.

Killer seemed to take that as a challenge as he gritted his teeth.

Dust realized he wasn't going to back down. He dispelled the bone pinning Killer’s hand and dragged him down with him to avoid the blast.

Killer ended up laying on top of Dust as the blast punched a hole in the wall. Not missing a beat, he reached for Dust’s hand that held his soul.

“give. it. back.”

“then handle it properly,” Dust retorted.

“why do you care how i handle my soul?” he snapped. He whipped his knife out and pressed it to his neck. His ringed eye lights appeared to meet his.

“i think of you,” Dust replied.

Killer narrowed his eyes in confusion until it hit him. His face twisted in shock and he shoved himself off of Dust. “that's not—that's not fair you can't just lie to me like that!”

He brought a hand up to grip his skull. He twirled the knife in his other hand. “so, you're a freak who enjoys kissing himself, huh? wow, you're fucked up,” he said hypocritically.

“i’m not the one high on meth.”

Killer guffawed and then he registered what he said. “wait,” his hands fell to his sides, “you’re sober?!”

Dust nodded.

Killer looked horrified. He dropped the knife, covering his mouth with his hand like he was wiping it. “we kissed.”

Dust nodded.

“and you didn't stop me.”

Dust nodded.

“and you…think of me.” He sounded exasperated. “wh-what, what does that mean? no. no, you're fucking with me—or i-i’m hearing you wrong.” He backed up until he hit the wall. He slid down until he was seated on the floor.

There was a beat of silence.

Dust sat up, noticing the soul in his hand was stable now.

“i’m never smoking meth again.”

Dust chuckled at that. He let go of the soul, letting it float back to its owner.

Killer didn't make a move to grab it again when it got near, but he stared at it with the absence of a grin. “how do you put up with my bullshit?” he sighed.

Dust shrugged but then paused. He brought up a hand to his chin and signed “care”.

Killer cocked his head. “you saying something or scratching your chin?”

Dust sighed. He spelled it out for him instead. At the very least, Killer knew the alphabet.

“really? how corny of you.”

Dust looked at him with half-lidded sockets.

“wow, there i go again,” he chuckled dryly. “you kissed this mess willingly?” he gestured to himself.

Dust didn't reply.

“met your word cap for today, huh? i’m surprised. i managed to get like what? three full sentences out of you.” And all he had to do was be a mess.

He got lost in his thoughts for a moment. He decided to ask a question that was unspokenly off limits.

“why don’t you like speaking anyway?”

A few seconds of silence passed.

“reminds me of who i am,” he finally answered. “...was,” he corrected.

“oh.” So it was the sound of his own voice that bothered him. “good thing we sound so different.”

Dust hummed in acknowledgment.

Maybe there was a time Killer and Dust sounded the same. His voice now was higher pitched than the other three’s, and scratchy.

Dust and Horror sounded more alike, however Horror’s was far more gruff. On the rare occasion Dust would speak, it’d be soft and hardly louder than a whisper, just loud enough to be understood. It greatly contrasted his and Horror’s grating voice.

“if it’s worth anything, i like how you sound,” he said.

He could see a genuine smile under that hood.

“aw, geez, now i’m getting corny!” he groaned.

Dust laughed at his dismay. This time Killer felt that flutter in his soul when he heard it. That was new, probably.

There was another stretch of silence. Killer took that time to remove the hazard that was the knife he dropped a bit ago. He tucked it back in the hidden pocket inside his hoodie and moved over to his bed to lie down, intentionally leaving room for Dust but not verbally offering for him to come over.

Dust seemed to get the memo and sat down at the edge of the bed.

Killer seemed to be doing better than he was in the past few weeks. Well, doing better but not exactly doing good. He rubbed at the black streaks under his sockets, checking his hands if it was still wet and being disappointed when it, in fact, was.

He wondered why exactly he’s been down recently. Nightmare’s been going easy on them this past month so it probably didn’t have anything to do with him. As far as Dust was concerned, there was no obvious cause. He decided to extend his word cap for today. “why have you been in your room so often?” he asked.

Killer’s sockets widened, not expecting the silence to be broken. “i mean we all have our ups and downs, right?” he answered.

Dust turned his head to him, looking unconvinced.

“well, i guess my ups and downs are like falling straight down Mt. Ebbot and being launched up into the sky, but same difference,” he shrugged nonchalantly.

He didn’t like that Dust still looked concerned. It looked unnatural on him.

“listen. this isn’t new. it's just been awhile since it's happened.”

“since what?”

“i dunno! impending dread sneaking up on me and making me it's bitch, i guess!”

That gave Dust an image he didn't want. He scrunched his face in disgust, mainly at his own mind for conjuring that image.

“i dunno why i phrased it like that. i think i’m still high.” He stared at his hands as if that would confirm if he was right or not.

“we gotta stop it with the drugs,” Dust concluded.

“huh?!” Killer sprang upright, he lost balance and fell forward.

Dust ended up catching him.

“noooo,” he whined. “dusty, it's literally the best part of my day, you can't just take that away from me.”

Dust didn't even have to reply, he just gave him a look of skepticism.

“we’ll stick to weed only! i promise,” he bargained, clasping his hands together in a plea. His smile was a frown. “i don't wanna lose…this.”

Dust opted to press his forehead against his, closing his sockets. It was almost like he was cradling him.

Killer’s body went slack as he relaxed.

When Dust pulled away and opened his sockets he was met with Killer’s ringed eye lights. He glanced at his soul. It was the shape of an upside down heart.

“can we just…hang out without it?” Killer asked. That question felt more directed at himself than at Dust.

Dust nodded.

“like actually?!”

Dust snickered at his excitement.

Killer's grin widened as giddiness overtook him. He reached up to wrap his arms around Dust.

He sat there, cuddling with the other skeleton for a little while until they decided to call it a night.

To Killer’s surprise, he woke up with Dust still by his side.

He decided to tuck away that “what are we?” question, for now. He just wanted to enjoy whatever the hell this was.

#killer x dust #kist #utmv fic

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coralinnii · 5 months

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I had some people a little curious as to how I rated the TWST boys in my "TWST guys I would let date my niece (theoretically)" post in terms of personality only (considering they're fictional and my niece is 10). I can't completely answer everyone since there's only so many words tumblr would let me write as a reply, so here's for anyone who was curious.

The rating system was created alongside my niece on what she wanted in a partner (as much as she understood dating, anyway), compatibility with her personality, and my input as someone who has either met, known, or fortunately and unfortunately dated ppl with such personalities. With this in mind, maybe our list would be different from how you would categorize, which yea fair enough. This is all hypothetical anyway and it was interesting to see what my niece likes.

This does NOT mean I dislike any of the TWST guy. Seeing how unique each of them are personality-wise is honestly amazing and I want to believe that even if you have what people call "red-flags", "dealbreakers" or "turn-offs", that doesn't necessarily make you a bad person, just incompatible (with exceptions of like really toxic, destructive traits, like stealing someone's dog. Don't do that, guys).

Has my seal of approval

Trey responsible, good work ethic, loves to bake + the bonus of cute glasses (apparently me and my niece really like glasses).

Kalim fun-loving, open to new experiences, optimistic, and willing to learn if you're willing to teach.

Silver kind if a bit intimidating-looking, takes care of others, family-oriented,

Jack responsible, good lifestyle, works hard, kind while kinda grumpy, family-oriented.

Vil responsible, good life habits, works hard for success, not stuck on gender norms, kind if sort of stuck-up.

Lilia mature, fun-loving, open to new experiences, loves kids, not quick to anger. He does have his secrets, tho.

Neige kind, works hard for success, not afraid to be silly,

Ok…but I’m keeping an eye on you

Ace he's kinda lazy and willing to cheat in school but not a bad person.

Cater not willing to be vulnerable sometimes but is a responsible person that respects boundaries.

Azul a bit too opportunistic (in a sense he's also judging the value of anything, first) for me and may not vibe well with my niece but not bad.

Jamil not happy with how he sometimes lies and insincerely flatters others, but I don't think he does it maliciously so not a bad guy(?)

Ortho prone to violence if he thinks that's the best logical solution (i.e, hacking into security and blowing up the school??) so kinda worried.

Chenya a little too fickle and in-and-out physically which worries me, but he seems loyal and brave.

First, you and I are gonna have a talk

Riddle mainly his temper and impatience…and the in-laws

Deuce also his temper, and my niece prefers smart ppl (ooff)

Ruggie the 5-finger discount don’t fly under my watch

Epel also temper and prone to get into fights in the beginning. Also, my niece's not into the "gotta be manly" mentality, what are you gonna do?

Sebek it's mostly the temper and shouting…and tone down the Malleus simping

Jade don’t be bringing drama into my household

Rook it’s the creepy simping

Malleus kinda seen in early Book 7 and the spectral realm event, he doesn't communicate and talk things through with others and just does things on his own because he's powerful enough to do so, which is just...something we gotta talk about, first.

Oh, you and I are gonna fight, first!

Leona spoiled to high heavens, gives up on a lot of things, and is too used to having things done for him. I'm not letting my niece become his maid!

Floyd No...just no. He's the friend that I worry my niece will someday have to pick up at the police station. No

Idia Quick to judge others, kinda thinks he's smarter than everyone, and has a hard time communicating and socializing even with his friends and partners. I know this because I used to date someone like Idia, and currently have a crush on another person very similar to him.

Rollo Also (sorta) dated someone like him which is...an experience. Treated me as someone pure and sweet, but disliked my friends because she thought they were bad influences. Also really wanted me to join her kinda sketchy religious thing which I wasn't really into.

#there you have it #hope this answers some questions #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland

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sciderman · 7 months

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I saw in the Spider-Man/Deadpool (2018) run that Wade apparently looks the way he does because he hates himself & feels he should look repulsive but when he became a full hero with Peter & cold turkey on killing he looked normal for a while. (Before killing again for Peter's sake & turning disfigured again). 2 questions.

What's your thoughts on that concept & does the same go for your Wade? Would he heal physically if he started to love himself?

"if he started to love himself" oh buddy, would that it were that simple.

i kind of hated that arc sooo much. so much, that i even made a response comic to it when the issue came out. i was so mad.

i really genuinely thought that what they might've went for was that it actually wasn't true, and wade was healed for some other reason actually, and peter was just being the same ableist sack of shit that joe kelly consistently writes him as (i HATE you joe kelly.)

whenever kelly writes spider-man and deadpool, spider-man is consistently the most insensitive, ableist jackass i've ever seen. so that's what i thought was happening. but no. apparently it is the case that the problem simply is that wade hates himself so much and he could've healed all along if he was just a good boy.

in 9319, wade has good days and bad days. sometimes he does love himself. and when he loves himself, yeah, his scars don't look as painful and he takes good care of himself. he actually has a solid self-care routine that he loves to stick to when he's in his good mental health days. so he wears the comfy jim jams and he showers and uses the creams and looks so good. those are his good days.

really, wade does love himself. he hates himself too. i feel like the "well maybe you should learn to love yourself" is such a meaningless line of thought. like you can just flip a switch and turn off all your self-doubt? no. that doubt is there for a reason, and it'll always be there. you won't extinguish that forever. it's part of being human, and if you didn't have it, you wouldn't be human.

humans have good days and bad days. nothing is linear.

and wade has bad days. bad days where he's struggling with self-worth, struggling with unpleasant memories, struggling with the control he has over his impulses and destructive habits. and yeah, it reflects on his physical state because he finds it more difficult to maintain those good habits he's been nurturing. he sleeps in his mask, he doesn't wash, the scars redden.

so in a similar way to 616 yeah, 9319 wade's physical state is tied to his emotional state - but it's not linear, and it's not some fairytale where he can beauty-and-the-beast himself back into a state of hollywood gorgeousness. he has good days and bad days. and i hope that he can have more good days, when the future comes.

#sci speaks #ask-spiderpool

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fanartka · 3 months

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I love so many different ships with Strange and each relationship develops so differently. I like Clea Strange because she is always Strange's equal, she is not a damsel in distress, but in the same way studies magic and fighting and can take on the responsibilities of protecting her world or Earth.

I don’t know in which country what the habits are, but here in Ukraine, on March 8th, men usually congratulate women something like “you are such gentle and beautiful flowers, thank you for decorating our lives so much, inspiring us so much, take care of us. We wish you to always remain so beautiful, we wish you to find true female happiness (this means finding a man and getting married successfully), etc. " Then they give us a frying pan or some household item, as if this is exactly the one thing that every woman dreams of, flower and sometimes husbands take the responsibility of cooking on this day. Wow.

Of course, this is not done out of malice. None of them, or almost no one, I’m sure, wants to somehow offend a woman with such behavior, but just think about this.

March 8 is the day of women’s solidarity in the struggle for equal rights, for the right to be not only a muse and “hearth keeper,” but also for the right to simply be human. for the right that women, those who literally create and raise humanity, throughout the history of mankind, did not have, except for small historical moments of relaxation in some societies, and then very weak ones. And in many countries they still don’t. And it’s incredibly wild and painful.

This is the right to be not only a flower and decoration of a man’s life, but also to decide your own destiny. And all we hear in this day is "be kind as spring, be gentle as flower, here's a pan, isn't it everything you wish?"

I am so happy to live in a time when I can live my own life and earn my own living. My father could not marry me off against my will, and, knowing his character, he would have done so if he had the opportunity. I have the right to manage my property and have received an education. Such simple joys of a free person that many women did not even dare to dream about a hundred years ago.

I would like to thank all the women who made this possible for us, suffragettes, feminists, who demanded equal pay, demanded to reduce the working day from 16 to 10 hours, demanded voting rights. They were beaten and thrown into prison, barbarically force-fed when they went on hunger strike. Society hounded and mocked them, just google the caricatures of those years.

The most offensive thing is that women themselves were part of the bullying society, those who were taught to be obedient and comfortable and who taught this to their daughters, spreading from century to century the ideology of second-classness, which is very destructive for women. And even now in many countries, when terrible stories happen like a father and his sons trying to kill their daughter because she married whoever she wanted, the mother supports the killers, and not her own child, because the shame is on the woman. Always on the woman, no matter what they do to her. Being raped is a shame, being childless is a shame, giving birth out of wedlock is a shame. She left her husband who beats her - it’s a shame. She wore pants instead of a dress with a corset - well, you get the idea.

So many unfortunate broken flowers throughout history.

And just imagine how much faster humanity could develop if not only one half of humanity were allowed to create and learn! Look at the fandom artists and writers, most of them are girls. Now remove all the girls from the list of all fandom artists, leaving only the guys, and you will understand what humanity has been deprived of for thousands of years. Guys, your work is also wonderful, I have nothing against you. But I just see how many artists there are women, it’s just 70 or 80 percent, at least of those whose work I see on social networks or on Pinterest. We had frightening losses that we did not even notice, and many beautiful drawings and many wonderful stories withered and decayed in home notebooks and albums in attics, because women were not published. Only children's books, that's all you're good for.

I like living in this time.

I like to see how younger couples around me are gradually getting used to the fact that household responsibilities are not only the woman’s business, but also the man’s. And really, how weird it was. When a man worked at work and a woman at home, this could still be dealt with. But when both work, to think that after work a woman should bring groceries, cook food, clean, do homework with the children while the man rests after work - this is nonsense! But our women have lived like this for almost a hundred years, and many still live by this ingrained habit and teach their daughters this, “otherwise the husband will leave for another, a better and more comfortable housewife.” When will this end?!

I see many film studios, including Marvel, trying to be on trend and in line with the spirit of the times, but doing it so ineptly and without the slightest understanding that it causes more frustration than gratitude.

It’s the same as if you asked for bread in a store, but they covered it with cream and glitter, wrapped it in pink packaging and didn’t let you carry it yourself, otherwise it would suddenly be too heavy and you wouldn’t be able to handle it. And we just need simple, honestly earned bread.

Often in films they try to show a strong female character as some kind of Mary-Sue, an imba, a standard Superman, but in a skirt. And to emphasize this, such heroines are shown as almost super-cool, emotionless robots against the backdrop of stupid, weak men.

But this is not what we would like to see, not what women and humanity need.

I can't speak for all women, but I think we don't want to be the strongest males. We want to be able to become as strong as our character will allow, if we want to. We don't want to be stronger than anyone, we don't need to surround ourselves with weaklings to feel strong. We want an equal partner who will never say something like "I'm a man, so I'm in charge. You're a woman, so submit and don't talk back."

It's scary to think how many women still live in a world where they are forbidden to live their lives the way they want; where they are tortured and no one, not family, not the state, will protect them, because this is “the norm and traditions.”

So on the holiday of March 8, I wish all women that they live in a world where their equal rights with men will become such a common thing that they will never think that it could be otherwise. and men, knowing that a woman can divorce and leave him if he offends her, will become less aggressive and more understanding. I’m not saying that all men are like this, but, unfortunately, very often practice shows that as soon as a woman becomes dependent on a man, for example, while caring for a baby, husbands begin to take advantage of this and behave... as they should not there would be.

So, congratulations with March 8, girls. Remember the millennia that we lived without rights. Appreciate the rights we have now. Help those who still don’t have them. And be happy living your life the way you want.

P.S. I may make mistakes in English, I will be grateful if you point them out to me if you notice them.

Also feel free to write anything, share a thought or story if you wish.

#many words post #some thoughts #march 8 #was yesterday but better late then never #feminist #feminism #doctor strange #clea strange #clea #fanart #art #pencil drawing #colored pencils #traditional art #traditional drawing #clea fanart #clea art #sorcere supreme #fanartka art

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fizzy-fuzz · 2 months

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A year to remember...: Baking progress? (SCP-079 x GN reader)

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Log date: 3/7/2023

It's been a little over a month since 079 has been dropped off at my house, and things have been both okay, and not-so-okay at times.

079 has been... Argumentative and hostile, as you guys warned. he's quick to anger, and even quicker to just straight up ignore me completely. Confronting him on this only seems to upset him further, which, fair enough; I'm not entitled to his time or feelings, I wish he'd be a bit more reasonable though.

The few decent conversations we have had are usually about something creative, such as art or music. He seems to enjoy watching things that aren't so analytical, strangely enough.

On a few occasions now, I've caught him watching people on the TV paint or draw early in the morning, despite his insistence that he doesn't want, or need entertainment. he seems to enjoy it the same as the rest of us.

It was mentioned in the paperwork that I signed before I got him that you weren't entirely sure how much he actually felt emotionally. It said that the people who "interviewed" him stated that he hardly ever showed things such as joy, sadness, or fear. However I've come to realize that's not the case for him.

I know he feels joy, because as I said before he often indulges in tv or music. People don't just do that for no reason, the only thing he could possibly be getting out of that is enjoyment.

And I know he can feel sad, because first day dealing with him he expressed what I would call 'sadness' or maybe frustration over being referred to as 'it'.

I know he feels fear because my second day here i may have accidently left him outside after an argument, and it began raining on him for a short period of time. He was fine, but clearly distressed.

On a similar note, I've been finding ways to understand how he's feeling without him directly tell me. since he's not very talkative, and a unchanging screen isn't a very good tell for emotions.

I've noticed when he's thinking hard about something his fans and hardware become quieter, and when he's upset they get louder significantly.

He also made a weird... screaming noice? He did it briefly when I left him outside... It sounded like a mix between static and radio feedback, and when I got closer to dry him off his hardware almost sounded like it was stuttering? if that makes sense? Almost like a person panting from anxiety.

Back on to the topic of his personality, I've noticed he's very weary of his surroundings. I've only ever caught him off guard if he's watching something he's interested in.

Speaking of which, I've also noted he's very observant. I suppose it makes sense, what else is he supposed to do? But he always seems particularly pleased with himself when he's able to point out a habit in something, or even me sometimes.

Now... Onto the more important information; his views on humanity.

Well... Nothing's changed as far as I can tell. Still hates me, still hates humanity.

I've tried talking to him about it, and his response is always the same 'humanity is a virus', this usually then falls into a rant about how destructive we are.

To be fair, he isn't technically wrong... Humans are pretty destructive. But he seems to lump all humans into one category, regardless of how they treat him. I've been trying my best to be as inviting as possible, but he remains unshakable.

But hey, I've got eleven more months to change his mind.

.....

Your fingers pull away from the laptop keyboard as you let out a huff of satisfaction. One log done, one month down, only eleven more months of whatever this is...

You glance over to 079, he's sitting in his dedicated spot in the living room, between the couch and rocking chair. He's silent as he assumingly watches the chef on the TV masterfully cook some sort of dish.

This is as close to comfortable he seems to get in your home; and if someone didn't know better, they might assume nothing is out of place here... You know, ignoring the fact that he's a sentient computer, and not an actual person.

He really hasn't changed much, same stoic 079. Though after the rain incident, he ignored you for about a week straight; Super awkward... You profusely apologized after you got done admittedly hiding in your room from him.

But he held a grudge for a impressively long time... I mean, you did almost kill him, so he definitely had the right to be upset.

Things have mellowed out though. 079 is back to his normal amount of crusty and your back to not hiding in your own home, thankfully. Now this doesn't mean your on great terms or anything, he's still confrontational. Though you've found out that he's easier to deal with if you don't engage in it with your own comments back.

You close the laptop and tuck it underneath your arm, heading into the living room to plug it into the charger.

"Interested in cooking? You've been watching more of it lately" you plop yourself on the couch, a comfortable distance away from him.

as per usual he takes his time in responding. you're never sure if he's thinking about his response, or if he just takes awhile to get the words out.

"Taste and hunger are sensations and feelings I lack. Humans use similar ingredients for dishes yet end up with completely different results... do they taste vastly different? Or is it subtle difference?"

You turn to look at the TV. it's changed from someone cooking, to someone baking a loaf of presumably sourdough bread. You've never been particularly talented at baking. bread or sweets often ending up flat, burnt, or flavorless altogether.

You imagine 079 might be very good at baking given his calculated natural. If he was human of course, not like he can bake with no arms or legs... Or really any body part.

"Well that's not cooking, that's baking. It's a bit harder then cooking because things are a lot more reliant on measurements being perfect... Baking is a science if you ask me" you chuckle while scratching at the back of your neck.

He doesn't say anymore, focused back on the TV. The man on the screen kneads the bread dough skillfully, before placing it in a basket to rise.

You gaze falls back onto 079, his unsettling face something that no longer makes you uncomfortable to look at. He may not be peachy with you, but you've both certainly grown more comfortable with each others presence over your time of forced contact.

He no longer complains when you move him around, but of course that could just be because he's realized you're his only mode of transportation. Whatever the reason you appreciate the little victories with him.

A part of you wishes he was able to move around on his own. Would it have been so hard to give him some wheels he could control? Give him at least a little autonomy?

Your gaze lingers on his boxy form as you picture what he might look like if he was a bit more... Human? Organic? Would he be built like a person? Or someone else entirely?

"Is it not common knowledge that prolonged staring is considered rude?.. Or was appropriate manners not something you were taught in your upbringing?"

His voice letting out a snide comment snaps you back into reality. You immediately look away, face heating up in embarrassment at your blatant analyzing.

"Sorry..." You mumble quietly, flushing slightly.

A long silence stretches between you, you might've found this awkward if not for the fact that 079 is hardly ever chatty with you unprompted. He spends most of his day silent, you wonder what goes on in those servos in circuits of his.

Probably plans to escape. Maybe ways to get you off his back... Not that it matters much, whatever goes on in the privacy of his mind should be none of your business, but it'd be a hell of a lot easier to talk to him if you could take a glimpse into his head.

"Inquiry: do you know how to bake?"

You look back to him and shrug.

"Not really. I've tried a few times but I never seem to get the measurements right, and it always comes out weird." You laugh lightly at your baking failures. "Or I burn it."

"Measurements are a simple concept." You smile at his attempt at normal conversation, pleased he seems to be in a good mood today.

"Well I guess I'm an idiot then. but trust me when I say it's not as easy as it looks." you look back at the man on the screen, placing the lump of dough in a cast iron pot before sticking it in the oven.

It's been awhile since you've made any sort of food for yourself. usually you just get your groceries delivered to you or order takeout. Not very healthy, but you hardly ever have the motivation to cook or bake for yourself.

"Humans need to practice for extended periods of time to gain the knowledge to do something efficiently... Inquiry: how many times have you tried?"

His wording almost sounds like he's trying to hint at an idea. Like he's trying to get you to ask him something, because he doesn't want to ask you himself.

"Honestly, I don't really have the motivation to do that kinda stuff a lot of the time. And I'm just not willing to work up the energy of I know it's just gonna end up bad at the end." You answer honestly, shrugging at him casually.

"Never really been good at keeping or getting hobbies. Especially not ones that leave me with nothing in the end."

He goes silently and you can practically see him thinking about his next dialogue. You half expect it to be a bit rude, since he's hinted before at not liking lazy or unmotivated people who choose to not do much with their time.

"It's worth the frustration to learn a new skill, especially one that will better you physically and mentally... You fail to understand you won't be left with 'nothing'."

A small smile blooms on your face at his somewhat encouraging speech. He really is being polite today isn't he? What's gotten into him?

I mean, it's not like you never have decent conversations with him. But this feels a bit different. Before you can make a comment on it though, he cuts you off.

"Proposition:" you hum in response.

"I'm listening." You lean back in your seat and cross your legs, smiling and raising an eyebrow.

"Let's bake... I am unable make it myself, but I've stored a few suitable recipes in my memory banks... I'll give the instructions, and you'll proceed with the actions."

You can't stop the surprised look that crosses your face, eyebrows raising as your lips part slightly. Is he actually trying to make peace with you? Or is he just bored doing the same thing all day long?

Honestly does it matter? This is your chance to prove that you can work together. It probably won't make you two friends, but it'll at least give you the opportunity to be on good terms, you suppose.

"You know what? I think that's a good idea 079... Okay, let's make some bread."

.....

And that's how you ended up covered in flour, with 079 carefully instructing you on the measurements and ingredients to make yourself a hopefully edible loaf of Italian bread.

"Add two cups of flower into the bowl..." 079 monotone voice instructs you carefully. You stick the measuring cup messily into the bag and a buzzer noise sounds from 079, causing you to pause your movements and look at him.

"Refrain from scooping the measuring cup into the bag... it will compact the flour in the cup and make your measurements inaccurate... Grab a spoon and scoop it into the measuring cup, pile it up then use the back of a knife to level it."

You pause and dump the flour back into the bag, shuffling over to the drawer with your spoons in it. Grabbing one you carefully scoop the flour into the measuring cup before leveling it off.

You glance at 079 out of the corner of your eye. he's of course, mostly silent, other then the instructions he carefully gives you. You can't tell if he's enjoying spending time with you, but he hasn't said anything particular rude, so that's probably a good sign.

You yourself feel quite light on your feet as you move around the kitchen to fetch different ingredients. It's a surprisingly decent feeling spending time with your robot roomie. You surprise yourself with how comfortable you've grown around him, almost growing to enjoy the few nice conversations you've been able to have with him...

" Inquiry: is your absent housemate a family member, Or is it a friend?" 079 suddenly speaks, seemingly wanting to fill the silence between his instructions.

You look over your shoulder at the computer, humming at the question.

You ponder your response for a moment. You're not sure how truthful you should be with him. You definitely still can't tell him the whole truth about Amelia, but it probably wouldn't hurt to be a little honest with him.

"I live with a friend. Though she's practically family, with how long we've known each other and how close we are..."

He pauses and you listen to his processers buzz. He seems to think for a few short moments before choosing to speak again, branching off your words.

"I struggle to understand the term 'family' you humans seem so intent and throwing around haphazardly... I was under the impression family must be a blood relative in order to qualify for the title."

Always so analytical... No wonder he's such a grump. He seems like he struggles with not taking words so literally, But he hasn't had much interaction with humans outside of the foundation it seems. You guess learning the different ways words can be used could be confusing if you're used to formal speech all the time.

But how do you go about describing family? It's been such a long time since you've had any blood relatives by your side, that your found family might as well be blood related. You really have no one else...

What's family to you? How would you break it down? It's complex, yet so simple... But it's definitely different for every individual. 079 is much like you in some ways, you're starting to realize. He has no real family by definition... But he also has no support, unlike you.

Amelia is your backbone, your shoulder to lean on; She always has been. What would you have turned into if you didn't have her? Would you be spiteful like 079? Or even more cowardice then you already are? maybe, the solitude would've empowered you to do more with your dull life. help something or someone bigger then yourself... You aren't sure, and there's no way to know.

This is your life, there's no going back...

"Human." A voice snaps you back to reality.

"You aren't required to keep kneading dough... Let it rest and rise in a warm area, such as the oven." He continues instructing you, as if he never asked a question in the first place.

"Oh... Right..." You place the dough ball into a floured bowl and place a cloth over it, before sticking it in the unheated oven.

An awkward silence falls over the kitchen as you rest against the counter, not sure if you should still attempt to answer his question. It makes your skin crawl, and your mind shuffles through topics to talk about to fill the void.

You really gotta stop getting caught up in your own thoughts in the middle of conversations... You must come off as a total nutcase...

"Inquiry: where is your family?" He seems to catch onto your hesitation with the topic.

.....

Should you tell him?

You feel yourself grow sweaty, an anxious feeling brewing in gut. It's been a long time since you've talked about it... Are you ready to indulge someone in your grim past? Especially someone like 079? You hardly know him, and he hasn't been the most empathetic.

You're not sure if you could take him using it against you should he choose to do so... But then again, maybe you being vulnerable would help him feel more comfortable. A bit of self-sacrifice is worth it for someone else...

That's how relationships and bonds are built, right? Sacrificing a piece of yourself for someone else's gain. That's what your father did for your mother, and they were as close as can be... So very close...

"You aren't required to tell me anything." His voice is a bit more quiet then it normally is.

You look up at him, silently staring at his screen for a short period of time. Was your discomfort that obvious? Maybe... You've never been good at hiding things.

You straighten up a bit, wiping your sweaty palms against your pants. A bit relieved at not having to divulge your past to him, and at the fact that he doesn't seem upset about you not answering his question.

"Sorry... It's just... I'm not ready to talk about it."

.....

"I see..." His words are simple and clear, leaving no room for him to pry

Your eyes search his screen once again, almost seeing bits of humanity peeking through for just a moment... A soft smile falls onto your features.

"Thanks, roomie."

....

"Don't call me that."

You laugh at his dry response, feeling lighter from your conversation. You feel... Good. For the first time in awhile you've relaxed and laughed with someone who isn't Amelia. Anxieties melting away to be only a subtly nag in the background of your mind that you can almost dismiss... Almost...

At the end of the day... You still burnt the bread, despite 079's confidence that it would be perfect by his calculations. But neither of you could bring yourself to really care, because you gained something else far more valuable.

A better understanding for each other...

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cyberwitchhhhhhhhh · 1 year

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What signs do you need to stop ignoring 💮

Pile#1

Cards:The fool ,Two of wands ,The hermit ,Judgement,The moon

Okay pile one ! So i see that you need to make a amends with grasping on to new opportunities and jumping from your comfort spot your to comfortable in the spot that your in I’m seeing that your shy and you keep grasping onto things that you already know whether this is a child hood memory or a friend or family member or boyfriend or it’s something to do with your career and you grasping on to the things that your comfortable with but its time you look forward and step forward and see the freedom and release you have in front of you its time to start seeing you have potential to do good for yourself I’m also seeing the need for you to take a break and go within to fix some things about yourself whether this is taking time away from people of cutting off people some of you might be spiritual or love meditation but this is a sign to completely take a break sometimes i feel like you need to make a menses with the answers that you get its either your going to take whats given to you or your going to reject it but stop looking for answers you already know the answer to when its been presented to stop letting people lie to you stop letting people put false secrets in your head when you know whats going on .💮

Pile #2

Cards:The chariot ,The devil,The fool,Three of wands,Ace of pentacles

Okay pile two ! So i see that you need to make a amends with putting your self in discipline with making the right decisions and the wrong decisions its time to use your intuition you know your not doing whats right so why put yourself in the hassle this might have to deal with destructive habits or some of you doing things out of anger and impulse or someone having a tie on you and you not being able to get out of it because your so fixated on what there doing or what they tell you to do this could be a toxic friend group leading down the wrong path you need to determine is what your doing right or wrong and having control over your life some of you might be walking into things blindly without even knowing it your the type of person to go on an adventure and you like to see what would happen because you don’t think it would ever happen to you and omg ! Stop pushing away good people new opportunities just to go party or do what you want you have good things your way take it .💮

Pile#3

Cards:King of cups ,Queen of pentacles,The empress ,Six of cups,The world, Nine of pentacles,Five of cups,Five of swords,Five of pentacles

Okay pile three ! You need to make a amends with letting people in okay I know you may love to be a person who love’s getting your coin love’s getting money and is hard working but when are you going to let that person in to love you to the upmost when are you going to take that love given to you instead of always having the responsibility to work so hard this is a time to let someone in so you can combine your personality and make something big also you need to come to a realization that your a naturally caring loving mothering person and thats how you are you care about the people around you also its time to accept someone apology someone might of did something wrong to you that you find unforgivable but its time to make a amends with the past and take there forgiveness its time to start wrapping up a chapter in your life and start brand new you have that mindset of being alone and that’s perfect and pleasuring yourself but at the same time letting people in as well also i see that you need to step back from people put your conflict away put down your emotions and leave for the better abandoned the people that no longer serve you.💮

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fotibrit · 16 days

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The Wrong hands - rewrite/addition of a scene in IM1

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“JARVIS, you up?” Tony knows the answer already, but in an effort to encourage the AI to interact as human-like as possible, he has developed a habit of talking to the systems as if they are as unpredictable as people.

The response from the AI is as expected, but Tony’s lips twitch into a small smile as the robot replies, “For you, sir, always”. What reliable friends he has.

“I’d like to open a new project file, indexed as Mark Two”

Jarvis is quick to clarify, possibly sensing the careful manner Tony phrased the request. “Shall I store this on the Stark Industries central database?”

The mechanic stood as he fiddled with the mechanics of the new suit. Jarvis had always been the smarter of them two. Tony had been too focused on the projection in front of him to clarify his line of thinking. Sometimes he forgets that JARVIS can’t read his mind.

“Actually, I don't know who to trust right now.” Tony hopes that explaining the reasoning for his decisions will help keep JARVIS on the same page as him. In some strange way, it also helps him to say it out loud. He doesn't know who to trust right now. There are people he works with, people he lives with, who represent the exact opposite of what he wants the company to be. Those people cannot be allowed to see his latest project. He’s on his own. “Until further notice, why don't you just keep everything in my private server?”

“Working on a secret project, are we, sir?”

JARVIS’s response takes the mechanic a bit by surprise. It may be Tony’s imagination, but the AI sounds almost judgemental, like he disapproves of how Tony is handling the project. Tony is aware that it matters nearly none what the AI thinks of Mark Two, but he still feels a distinct need to explain himself. He feels as if he is fifteen years old again, trying to impress his butler and never quite feeling like he achieves it. Tony takes a few seconds to respond, pushing back the instinct to be defensive. He has nothing to hide from JARVIS. He just needs to explain.

“I don't want this winding up in the wrong hands.” He remembers the wrong hands, the hands that shoved him around the cave and nearly forced Yinsen to swallow hot metal. The wrong hands, the ones that press a button to launch a missile without thinking twice about the repercussions. His hands used to be the wrong hands. Now he has to fight like hell to make sure his are never the wrong hands again.

“Maybe in mine it can actually do some good.”

Tony watches the hologram of his prototype spin for a few seconds before walking back over to his desk and sitting down.

How despicable he must seem to everyone. He looks down at his own hands, the ones that used to design weapons of mass destruction and throw parties when strangers bought them. A merchant of death. He wonders how many innocent people have spent their last seconds staring at a Stark Technologies logo as the weapon attached to the logo worked exactly as he designed. And now, here he is, designing yet another machine with the power to kill.

The difference, he assures himself, is that nobody else will touch this one. This suit will be his and his alone.

“J, go ahead and tint the windows. I don’t want anyone seeing this.”

The windows that open to unrestricted areas darken before JARVIS is able to respond.

“Right away, sir. Shall I restrict which access codes function as well?”

“Yeah, I don’t need anyone coming in. Thanks buddy.”

“Understood. I’ve restricted access codes, and only yours will grant access to this room until further notice.”

Right. Tony has an access code too. Tony glances towards the door, having forgotten briefly that other people existed in his vicinity. When he’s working, he tends to forget that he himself is a person. He thinks of himself as simply a more advanced machine, and being reminded that other people don't view him as the same startles him for a second, until he shakes his head to clear his mind. He needs to focus.

“These plans-” Tony sits back at his desk to admire the holographic design “-cannot leave this room. Nobody out of this room can access them, ‘kay? Not even Obie.”

“Understood, sir. Speaking of Mr. Stane, he has sent a message to confirm that there is a meeting tom-”

“Ignore him. He told me to lie low-” Tony turns away from the holographic machinery and focuses his attention instead on the physical machinery at his workstation “-and lie low I will. Especially tomorrow.”

Tony feels badly about locking his business partner out, but the way Obediah had looked at the miniaturized arc reactor after Tony made his announcement… He seemed almost hungry. Obie would have to be kept at an arm's distance until he proved himself to be on board with the new plan.

Even if the new plan isn't what his father would have liked.

Once Tony had identified the stabilization problem with his boots, his hands worked separate from his mind, twisting bolts and assessing joints. He absentmindedly muttered requests from DUM-E, who handed him wrenches and bolts. Tony’s mind is elsewhere.

The last time he had worked on a secret project, it got someone he cared about killed. The last time he put fire to metal, it had been with someone planning their own death looking over his shoulder.

How many people had died because of Tony’s ideas? Tony only knew one personally, and even that is too much to bear. Yinsen may have been the only person in the world who befriended Tony without expecting anything in return. And Tony killed him.

Yinsen had been right to call him “the man who has everything, and nothing.” Meanwhile, the man who had nothing and everything was murdered at Tony’s hands with the same technology that he's currently working to improve.

As his mind wanders, his breathing becomes more difficult and the machine in his chest suddenly seems much more alien than it had minutes prior. Tony became aware of how it pinched his skin when he inhaled too deeply. His skin feels too tight, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead itchy, and he has a strange feeling that someone is watching him.

Tony notices, with a twisting sensation in his stomach, that his hands are shaking. He drops the tool that he had been using and stares at his own palm in horror. It’s as if his own body is betraying him to prevent him from making another weapon.

JARVIS’s sudden voice makes Tony jump, and he becomes aware of how abnormally fast his heart is beating. What is wrong? He continues staring at his hand as JARVIS speaks. “Sir, Miss. Potts asked me to remind you that you need to sleep tonight. You have not slept since returning.”

Tony had forgotten that he planned on going to bed at midnight. Clearly, Tony had been more optimistic earlier in the day. Now, with the calm quiet of night upon him, Tony is not eager to abandon his work to be alone with his thoughts in bed. The last time he slept, he half expected never to wake again, to die with a failing magnet strapped to his chest. Now, the comfortable bed feels like the wrong place for his marred and scarred body. He has a strange feeling that something is wrong, that he needs to stay here, and until he can identify the problem that's making his heart race and his hands shake, he will not be moving.

Tony clears his throat before speaking, testing how reliable his voice is. “Changed my mind, J. It's not snooze time yet.”

The mechanic tears his eyes from his hand and presses it to his side, turning his eyes back onto the project in front of him, waiting for something in the wiring to catch his attention. He’s not entirely sure where to go from here, and memories of the humid cave keep coming back to him. The lights seem too bright, giving him a headache. Something feels wrong.

“I need the lights a bit more dim, J. And get the air conditioner running in here, why don't you.”

Tony doesn't hear the reply, too focused on the strange feeling building in the back of his neck. Is someone watching him?

Keeping his head lowered, he flicks his wrist to pull up the security footage of his lab. Nobody is behind him.

He whips around in his chair and sees nothing. An empty room. It still feels like someone is watching him. In the back of his mind, he realizes he might be going crazy.

He turns back to his project and tries to let the mechanics take over his mind. He asks JARVIS to shuffle his work playlist, and tries to make his mind go blank. It takes a few minutes of staring at his project blankly, but soon the familiar schematics overtake the panic in his chest and he goes to work once more.

It takes a few minutes of him working silently for him to figure out what was wrong, and the realization comes when he accepts a wrench handed to him by DUM-E and his throat tightens again.

Tony shoves the table to send himself flying backwards in his rolling chair, putting his hands on his face.

Fuck.

That cave was going to haunt him forever. The humidity in this room, likely manufactured by his imagination, coupled with the feeling of being watched, and the horrifying silence of the room, broken only by metallic clangs and whirring… he feels like he is in the cave again. it takes everything in him to stay grounded.

Before the cave, he hadn't accepted help in his workshop. In the cave, he had to. Now, after months of requesting pieces and help from Yinsen in the cave, the same requests being directed at DUM-E must have sent the ghost of Yinsen into his skin. Even now, he can hear the voice he’s been fighting hard to forget and move past.

“This is a very important week for you!”

Yinsens' words echo in Tony’s mind, and for a moment, visions of the fire and guns and grime overtake him.

“JARVIS, read vitals” Tony keeps his head in his hands, trying to fight off the feeling of rising dread originating from the hard metallic device in his chest.

“BP 140/90, Pulse 112 beats per minute. You seem to be in distress. Shall I send for medical aid?”

“No, no, I'm fine, give me a second.” Tony tries first to get his breathing under control enough to get his heart rate slowed. How had he fallen apart so quickly?

Snippets of his time in the cave come back to him, mismatched and confusing, each scene more repulsive than the last. A camera pointed at his face as his vision fades in and out, fifty guns aiming toward him as he speaks to save Yinsens life, waking up with wires in his chest, watching his friend die for him…

Tony lets his hands drop from his face, keeping his eyes closed, and one hand presses flat against the metallic disc embedded in his chest while the other forms a fist and punches his own leg. The dull pain seems to help ground him to his surroundings, so he repeats the motion, over and over, until he feels secure enough to chance looking up.

Tony opened his eyes and caught a glance of himself in the reflective glass lining his lab. His hair looks wild and untamed, and his shoulders slump in a way which his father would have chastised him for, if his father had been here. Most noticeable are his eyes, prominent because of the deep shadows beneath them. He does not look like himself.

He looks nothing like the man he must pretend to be, if he’s going to pull the company back to the right side of history.

“Hey JARVIS, got anything to make sure I sleep through the night?” Although aimed at the only other being in the room, Tony stared at the gaunt figure reflected back at him as he asked the question.

“I can request five milligrams of Prazosin from the clinic, which can be available in the next ten minutes. Shall I put in the request?”

“Make it ten milligrams, and before you say anything, I don't care about the side effects. Spare me.” Tony watched the man in the reflection speak, still barely able to understand how that wild creature is him.

Maybe he really is going crazy.

“Oh, and wipe all footage and audio of Lab 39 for the time I was in here.” Tony gives a small chuckle, and adds as a sort of afterthought, “I don’t need the board questioning my sanity too.”

Tony finally tears his eyes away from the man in the reflection and puts his hands on his knees to push himself to his feet. With a twinge of satisfaction, he notices that his left knee is sore in the spot his fist had hit repeatedly. He might have a bruise.

Tony claps his hands and surveys the room. “I’ll be back tomorrow, U, don’t worry.” He addresses his hydraulic arm with affection before grabbing his coat on the way out of the lab.

He would certainly be back. He has work to do. But first, hopefully whatever drug the clinic sends up knocks him out enough that he can get a few hours of rest in.

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Wrecker's Innate Archetype

This is the second instalment of my Bad Batch analysis. For the Bad Batch, I will separate their character analysis into two parts: innate archetypes and anima. I will be referring to “Gods in Everyman” by Jean Shinoda Bolen for this first part analysis.

Wrecker’s innate archetype is Ares, or Mars as the Romans called him, and he is the God of War. Ares was the least respected and honoured of the twelve Olympians by the Greeks because he represented the uncontrolled lust for battle and bloodshed. However, as Mars, the Romans held him in high regard because they viewed him as the protector of the community and the father of the twin founders of Rome, Romulus and Remus.

Characters who take on the Ares archetype are usually depicted as brawlers, and that includes Wrecker. With Ares, a surge of emotions is likely to evoke an immediate physical action. A person who identifies as Ares is in touch with their feelings and in their bodies. They are passionate, intense and can easily be caught up in the moment. Homer’s Iliad portrays Ares as a god who enjoys war for its own sake – the din and roar of battles, the slaughter and the destruction. We have seen multiple times that Wrecker loves being on the battlefield as he lets out battle cries as he fights and he gets frustrated when the battle is over without him. He normally uses his physical strength to take down his enemies, even excitedly turns himself into a “wrecking ball” as he rips apart various droids to clear a hallway in “Unfinished Business”.

An Ares person is active (some can be hyperactive, and this seemingly matches the headcanon that Wrecker has ADHD), emotional and expressive. They will usually protest loudly and their bodies will response to it, ranging from the redness of their face to the movement of their limbs. Wrecker has a habit of complaining loudly when he is starving, bored or in pain, and his body reacts to it as well. For example, in “Aftermath”, when Wrecker argues with Tech, he waves his finger angrily at Tech and slams his fists on the table. When he is experiencing his fear of heights, he verbally expresses it and he sometimes clings onto something for safety. When he is happy, he shows it through light shoulder punches, bear hugs and boisterous laughter. Basically, Wrecker is like a big child as described by his voice actor Dee Bradley Baker.

People who identify as Ares are drawn to action and intensity. They prefer occupations that present some risks over paperwork. For Wrecker, that will be anything related to detonations and weapons. Ares people like to work with other people and they value loyalty, courage and community. These values are upheld by the Wookiees, which explains why Wrecker gets along with them easily in “Tribe”.

As a positive Ares, Wrecker is energetic and sensitive, and is not afraid to express his emotions and vulnerabilities. For example, he admits that he and Crosshair cry upon seeing the new armoury in “Aftermath”. Moreover, as Ares, Wrecker can move on from one emotion to another quickly. This is seen as a good thing in most situations like in the episode “On the Wings of Keeradaks”, Wrecker pushes past his fear of heights to save Crosshair from falling. This trait also helps Wrecker to better regulate his emotions and aggression – he can quickly get aggressive in battle, but once the battle is over, he quickly reverts back to being a big child. This keeps the warrior within him in control. His ability to move on and let go quickly means he is not a grudge holder. This is evident in “Replacements” when Wrecker admits that he kind of misses Crosshair despite Echo reminding him that Crosshair shot him not long ago. However, this ability can be a problem at times. For example, in “Aftermath”, Wrecker thinks that the Empire isn’t so bad after checking out the new armoury and receiving unlimited explosives, despite earlier on, he was furious that Tarkin used live rounds on the Bad Batch during the battle simulation, which shows that the Empire does not care about their safety, and it is a red flag that he should have taken notice of.

As a positive Ares, Wrecker easily becomes an Earth Father who enjoys the company of children and is heavily involved with them. It is easy for him to get along with other people’s children like Cut and Suu’s children, but to father a child in long term (like adopting Omega), it serves as a challenge for him due to Ares’s “here-and-now moment” nature. Fortunately, he adapts well to fatherhood and he gives Omega a basic sense of being fathered. For example, he usually picks her up and takes her on his shoulder with him as he walks, he teaches her how to defuse a bomb, and he takes her to enjoy some Mantell Mix after a mission. Furthermore, he is naturally generous when he has something to give, just like how he gives Omega his tooka toy Lula, and shares rations with her.

Ares is a natural protector. In Greek mythology, Ares looks after his sons and daughters, even joining them in battle and punishing anyone who hurt them. As Mars, he fiercely protects the citizens of Rome. Wrecker has always been a protector: to his teammates during the Clone Wars, to Omega since their first meeting, even to the people in Pabu as he helps them, especially the seniors, to evacuate and rebuild Lower Pabu. He helps them to feel physically and emotionally secure.

However, the Ares archetype does have some limitations. People who identify as “only Ares” are easily provoked and tend to act impulsively. They usually act before they think, forgetting the consequences of their actions, and they usually do not have long-term plans. They are likely to speak something up in the heat of the moment that may be inappropriate or hurtful. They can get caught up in the moment and forget whatever they have been told. These limitations are seen in Wrecker multiple times. In “A Distant Echo”, Anakin reminds the Bad Batch and Rex that they are in a stealth mission so they should not make loud noises, but Wrecker quickly forgets about it and loudly charges towards the droids. In “Battle Scars”, it is revealed that Wrecker has been impulsively spending credits on Mantell Mix and putting the cost onto Cid’s tab, piling up the team’s debt. These limitations create problems for himself and the people around him.

Learning self-control is crucial to control the impulsive nature of Ares, and this lesson usually comes from first-hand experience. Other archetypes can be developed to help Ares, and these archetypes are Hermes, Apollo and Athena. Hermes, or the Romans called him Mercury, is the messenger of the gods, the god of speech and roads, and the protector of travellers and businessmen. He represents the ability to communicate and cleverly think on his feet. He can guide Ares out of a destructive situation by helping him to speak up something that deflects or defuses an emotionally charged situation. In “Replacements”, when Wrecker finds out that his fear of dying in a crash-landing may scare Omega, he quickly defuses the anxious situation by reassuring Omega that they are going to be fine. Besides, Wrecker sometimes takes advantage of his tall and large body build to intimidate others, so he can avoid using physical action. This Hermes archetype may have been cultivated by himself, or it may have been developed through Tech’s help because Hermes is one of Tech’s main archetypes.

Apollo, the God of the Sun, Arts, Music, Prophecy and Archery, can serve as an ally for Ares. Like Hermes, Apollo can help a person to get the situation into perspective and be mindful of the consequences. In addition, Apollo enables a person to use will and intellect effectively, to be mindful of time flowing, to be disciplined, emotionally distant and to have self-control so work can be done. The Apollo archetype can be developed through academic work and sport, and it is likely that this archetype is cultivated by Wrecker during his military training. You can check out this video by Generation Tech that explains his intellect.

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Athena, or the Romans called her Minerva, is the Goddess of Wisdom, War and Crafts. In Greek mythology, Ares repeatedly gets defeated, wounded, insulted or shamed by Athena. Athena is favoured by the Greeks as she upholds the values of reason and restraint, while Ares is rejected due to his emotionality and lack of restraint. However, if this Athena archetype is rational, loving and non-judgmental, it can effectively help an Ares person to pause for reflection that changes an emotional reaction into a choice of action (this involves strategy, an Athena skill), just like how Athena is able to calm down Achilles, the Greek hero of the Trojan War whose temper is more like Ares. Wrecker is shown to have the Athena archetype within him when he acts strategically. For example, in “Entombed”, he demonstrates his strategic skills by telling Omega to shoot a window open so he can throw the fanged monster out, saving their lives. This Athena archetype may emerge from the person within, or be inspired by another person. As for Wrecker’s case, he may have developed it by himself, or be inspired by others, most probably Tech, who has a strong Athena anima. Omega, who also has an Athena archetype, does help Wrecker a few times as well, and she can enhance his Athena archetype.

Wrecker’s Ares-Apollo-Hermes-Athena combination is present when he teaches Omega how to defuse a bomb in “Reunion”. As a demolition expert (Ares archetype), he shares his interest with Omega and passes down his knowledge of how to disassemble a live thermal explosive (Athena anima). When Omega thinks it is easy to do so, Wrecker lets her do it and activates the bomb, giving her 10 seconds to complete the task. Since Omega is innately a Persephone (her archetypes are discussed in this link), she thrives in doing things according to her time and according to her way. However, if she is forced into a situation where time is limited and there is only one choice (like disarm the bomb or they will be goners), she struggles and panics because she feels trapped. Although she has most of the wires memorized, she does not know which wires to cut and asks Wrecker to help her, but he refuses. Running out of time, she acts impulsively and ends up cutting the wrong wire. After they take cover, it is revealed to be a prank set up by Wrecker for he has used a smoke bomb, not an actual explosive (this is associated with the Hermes archetype because Hermes is a trickster). This lesson that Wrecker gives to Omega is crucial for her development as a soldier. He teaches her to be mindful of the flow of time, to be confident in using and acting on her will and intellect, and to control her emotions under stressful situations, which are skills associated with Apollo. Besides, experience is the best teacher, and this lesson certainly is a memorable one for her – to remind her that she still has more to learn.

In the patriarchal society, thinking, rationality and emotional distance are idealized values. Zeus, Apollo, Hermes and Athena represent these values; hence, they were favoured by the Greeks. In Greek mythology, Zeus hates Ares, just like the patriarchy devalues and rejects Ares. As a result, the Ares archetype is being repressed – it is undeveloped and bottled up, like Ares being locked away in a bronze jar. This repression causes people (mostly men) to lose access to their feelings, and these feelings can manifest into uncontrollable anger, violence and abuse, which are all negative traits of Ares.

The Bad Batch does deserve some credit in helping Wrecker to develop his Ares archetype positively (along with his anima which is discussed in this link). I imagine that Wrecker probably got into many fights and troubles when he was a cadet, and Hunter, Tech and Crosshair (especially Hunter) have to be firm, loving and patient towards him. They give Wrecker the emotional support to be himself, to pursue his own interests and talents, and to embrace his temperament. They allow him to be physically and emotionally expressive without judgment, and they also teach him to have self-control and be mindful of future consequences. Even though Tech sometimes rolls his eyes or does the side-eye when he is annoyed at Wrecker’s whining, he accepts his physical affection and smiles when he gets to express it. For example, in “Battle Scars”, Tech smiles when Wrecker gives Rex a bear hug, which is his way of showing affection, and in “Rescue on Ryloth”, Tech smiles when Wrecker expresses his happiness to do some damage. Even Echo, who later joins the Bad Batch, tolerates Wrecker’s physical affection (which he is usually taken by surprise or is uncomfortable with it), and accepts him for who he is.

It is important for the Bad Batch to appreciate Wrecker as a spontaneous, impulsive and emotional person, and guide him to properly control his emotionality. If they do not, Wrecker would have become a violent abuser, perhaps resembling that time his inhibitor chip got activated (but more unpredictable and aggressive), and that is no doubt terrifying.

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I think another way of people treating the world around then differently as c!dream is how people act about his role as admin. He has to intervent in conflict to solve them and make sure people follows the rules. But at least with l'manberg and c!tommy's situation people want him to take others roles. On l'manberg c!will wants him to take the role of the tyrant just for doing his job (aside of his actions on it) and the rest of the server that arent his allies wants him to just give up the rules and give it a pass. But they also kinda want him to be responsible to look for others bad habits too. Like how when it's point put ctommy's bad actions sometimes it's just tell "he's just a kid" and act as it's cdream's fault for not looking out for him like some guardian, or how some blamed him for c!wilbur taking his life when yeah cdream didnt help him much but his decision was only his. For c!dream his role it's to make people follow the rules and not created conflicts and that's all but some treat him like he's some sort of teacher or guardian

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That's very true! Its how the other server members treat and receive Dream that they practically put his role as an admin/owner on a pedestal.

It's Dream being the owner that he has to have all this power. Him being genuinely kind to his server members in the beginning is completely overlooked solely by the joining of Wilbur when he puts Dream in this frame as something more than an equal. Because Dream had regarded himself as an equal to everyone else, he was no different to them. Just someone who had more a voice of reason compared to many of his friends.

It isn't that he didn't want his friends to fight because he's the owner, but because he didn't want anyone upset. He didn't want anything griefed because he didn't want anyone to genuinely be affected by the destruction. He didn't uphold his role because it's his job, but because he genuinely wanted everyone to have fun. People want Dream to let them be and do whatever chaotic nonsense they want, but Dream knows that not everyone has that same mindset and is better to keep a more relatively calmer atmosphere. Tommy being added to the bag, if anything, had allowed Dream to find different ways to work around destructive behavior. Dream banning Tommy, if anything, showed how Dream was not used to someone just listening to him and saw an immediate threat in that. This was someone outside of his circle and he recognized it, so he did start being more lenient to Tommy's behaviors and learning about them. Such as engaging in stealing the discs. And I really don't regard this as him taking his role of an owner for the betterment of his server, but as someone who is finding a new kind of fun with someone else on his server.

However, that is quick to take a turn when people aren't regarding him as a fellow player that you should also hear out and respect but as someone in the way of what they want. Power. Something that was never on the table and something that never was to be contested before.

So Dream had to stand his ground and say no. Because a fight for some silly discs in a back and forth during the beginning was just that, a back and forth. It wasn't until Wilbur was claiming he had the right to take and control the land L'manburg stood on that pushed too far. Because the land was for everyone. But once he did this, no one had ever saw Dream the same again. And almost vice-versa. Dream could never again see the others being destructive as a way of entertainment but as a way to go against him and his server. They could never really be equals ever again.

Dream had taken his role as owner to try and stomp out the one thing he was being accused of abusing throughout the server's lifetime. Power, hierarchy, tyranny. And isn't that an amazing paradox?

Dream had to provide to the server in every which way because he was the owner, not too little and not too much. But it was always too little or too much. He was no longer someone working alongside them, someone also trying to work out the same problems they were facing and experiencing. He was just someone above them who should already know the answers. And with that, others didn't want someone above them, so they aimed to bring him below them and take whatever Dream had claimed to power.

But all Dream wanted was to stand by them again.

Of course, this is all personally speaking!

#ehm asks #ehm yaps #*foaming at the mouth*#dreblr #he just wanted to be friends :(#i swear im misremembering everything I've ever known because it's been years since I thought about this #but I still love it all so #its midnight i have work orz

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A Killer Frequency Major Arcana Match-up! bc sometimes it's fun to match characters & setpieces from a story with the major arcana from the tarot deck. But some picks are better than others lol, I bolded the ones I like best. Feel free to share what/who you'd match with which, or what picks here stand out! Shared a bit of this on discord, so hello to anyone seeing this again! I added more since :)

0. The Fool - Jimmy. Curiosity, Optimism, Journeys, Trust (both deserved & misplaced), Above the opinions of others. Upside down: Agency, Responsibility, Don’t catastrophize/overthink.

I. The Magician - Carrie. Creativity, Invention, Transformative process, Art, Wisdom, Purity. Upside down: Ineffective old habits, Learn new tricks, Hard work, Change.

II. The High Priestess - KFAM Radio station. Welcoming, Mysterious, Fertile, Secrets, Clarity, Good surprises, Opportunity. Upside down: Actions over wishful thinking.

III. The Empress - Brian Ponty. Peace/Abundance, Love/Luxury. Upside down: Trouble in paradise, Collect yourself.

IV. The Emperor - John Hedges. Power/Authority, Responsibility, Self control, Self mastery. Upside down: Need for flexibility over rigidness.

V. The Hierophant - Forrest Nash. Wisdom, Rules, Choosing one’s battles, Conformity. Upside down: Independent paths/Isolation.

VI. The Lovers - George&Marie. Choices, Guided or controlled by emotions, Passion. Upside down: Emotional coldness, Hibernation, Complacency.

VII. The Chariot - 189.16, The Scream. Control over situations, Freedom, Risk of working oneself out of a good thing. Upside down: Moving forward.

VIII. Strength - Leslie Harper. Stamina, Perseverance. Upside down: Draw on hidden strengths, Reflect on strengths one forgets they have.

IX. The Hermit - Clive Elforth. Reflection, Soul searching, Learning by observation. Upside down: Consider sharing one’s wisdom with others.

X. Wheel of Fortune - Roller Ricky’s Roller Rink. Life is circular, Good times will come back, Keep working towards upsides. Upside down: Take a step back before things spin out of control.

XI. Justice - The Producer’s Booth. Fairness, Adherence to rules & consequences. Upside down: Karma for oneself also.

XII. The Hanged Man - Maurice Russell. Patience, Perspective over catastrophizing. Upside down: Patience is not always a virtue; act or retreat.

XIII. Death - George Barrow. Changes, Attempts to avoid conflict may be futile. Upside down: Pointless to resist; may make things worse. Avoid conflict if possible.

XIV. Temperance - Plunker/The Frat. Self restraint, Moderation, Satisfaction with balance, Going with the flow, Patience. Upside down: Reflect on life’s imbalances, Be wary of impulsiveness.

XV. The Devil - Marie Campbell. Base desires, Bound to self-destruction, Prone to temptation/beguiling, Potential to break free but unwilling. Upside down: Detach from self-destruction.

XVI. The Tower - Elis Point/Whistling Point. Sudden changes & chaos, Powerlessness, Humbleness and Brevity. Upside down: Little to no way to avoid inevitable, but it will be okay eventually.

XVII. The Star - Roller Ricky. Transformation, Growth, Healing & forgiveness, Success, Carrying on. Upside down: Lack of guidance, Work to move things to one’s benefit.

XVIII. The Moon - Edward Marshall Mooney. Clarity past distractions, Ego/stubbornness, Dreams & Intuition followed through. Upside down: Anxieties and unhappiness, though it will also pass.

XIX. The Sun - Peggy Weaver. Optimism, Joy, Creativity, Potential for power. Upside down: Use powers wisely, Avoid unneeded conflict, Reach out to others.

XX. Judgement - The DJ Booth. Judge oneself, Examine choices & actions, Reflect on present and goals. Upside down: Avoid overthinking (especially details) as it may cloud judgement.

XXI. The World - Henry Barrow. Completion, Satisfaction. Upside down: Incomplete feelings, Reflect on what was missing.

#killer frequency #so the Temperance one especially is a bit tongue in cheek lol but is the vibe there??? you tell me! some of these match-up's were hard #brian ponty?? but like does anyone have a better match? nothing really screamed The Empress out to me. Emperor too. was about to put Reggie #also to discord folks: yeah the devil was originally henry barrow and marie was the chariot! the new roles seem more fitting #henry's existence can feel “circular” storywise. and it's more “complete” with him coming at the end with the reveals. wdyt?#and death was originally just the whistling man costume (mask&knife). i still dig that but there are already So Many Whistling Men here lol

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resolvebound · 23 days

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@quiiscnt im taking the opportunity to do 3 😅 so here's #3/3

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Distracted in thought, Max tapped the end of his pen to his notebook in a mindless beat, eyes not really registering his surroundings (which was perhaps a dangerous thing to do, considering he was at the bar within Fairy Tail’s guildhall). The hall was a bit emptier than usual however, so his chances of being accidentally struck or pulled into a brawl were rather low. Somehow, that thought wasn’t particularly comforting. Brawls or general rowdiness, it didn’t matter, he just preferred the lively noise and energy of having everyone around. Because there had been long years of quiet.

Even before the Tenrou team had disappeared, he’d never been one to enjoy silence or solitude, he’d always fared best when there was someone to talk to after all. Those years without them, with the remaining members slowly dwindling away or worse, losing their own spark, it hadn’t been easy. And it reminded him too much of his own childhood. Lonely days with no one to talk to, or to even exist around him, no company at all.

Frowning at his line of thought, he rubbed a hand over his face as if to scrub some clarity into his mind. He sighed and turned his attention back to his notebook, eyes skimming over what was written. He had a few ideas down so far, social events that would bring in both some money and extra cheer, yet he hoped to come up with something truly exciting, something that would bring everyone together. Maybe even involving the other guilds?

His mind churned with possibilities, creating and discarding, sifting through them like sand through his fingertips. It was just as he was thinking that perhaps he’d best throw ideas around with someone else, that he became aware of a presence drawing near. As his eyes found them, a smile jumped to his lips.

“Mira, perfect timing,” he said, “Do you have a minute?”

He’d worked closely with her in past years to arrange events, always finding her input and help most useful. During her long years of absence, he’d found himself somewhat stepping into her shoes in terms of running the organizational side of things for the guild. Responsible for recording what jobs had come in (not that there’d been many...) and who had taken them up, along with taking care of most of the paperwork that came with managing a guild. Sometimes Laki, and the others that had remained, still told him whenever they’d taken a job, a habit that hadn’t yet been broken. And he didn’t mind it one bit.

As Mirajane smiled and took a seat beside him, he pushed his notebook towards her.

“I’m trying to come up with a new event,” he explained, excitement beginning to build, “It’s been a while and I think we could all do with a bit of fun, don’t you? I think a little game or competition could be fun, but we all know how those can get…destructive if certain people are involved. But maybe a scavenger hunt of some kind?”

He paused a moment, intending on waiting for her input, yet it occurred to him that they hadn’t caught up in a little while. With a sheepish tinge to his expression, he added, “Sorry, I’m jumping right into things. I haven’t even asked you how you are…So…how are you? How’s your project coming along? Wait, and last time we talked, you were having trouble with your neighbour, how’s that going? I had issues with mine just yesterday, he has this really annoying little dog-”

#quiiscnt #sample muse tag #he deserved better than to become a joke (dont even talk to me about that stupid broom thing ugh)#what we know from his guildcard etc is that he's a chatterbox and highly social #bc he didn't have friends growing up #and the tenrou group disappearing really hit him hard and made him withdraw #and he only regained his own spark and personality once they all came back #he also Loves hosting events and planning them #so i feel like him and mira would have been good friends #i think he's also just one of those people that even tho he talks a lot #he also really listens and remembers all the stuff you say and he will ask you about stuff you talk about #he remembers the details v well! and can be a good listener

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bambiraptorx · 9 months

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4. 📡 Are there groups other than the Resistance? Are they on the same side?

19. ☀️ How has Raph changed from his past self?

31. 😵‍💫 How does Raph deal with stress?

(For the I’m Not Dead Yet AU)

A quick rundown of IMNDY for context: Raph dies in the bad timeline and gets sent back in time about eight years before canon (whether before the show or the movie i haven't decided yet). I'm kind of gonna focus on his original timeline for this post though.

4. 📡

Yes, the EPF is very much in play here as a tentative ally to the Resistance. However, the open distrust of yokai and mutants by many EPF agents means that they often clash. This is especially true when a few members started talking about how they would get rid of the non-humans after getting rid of the Krang, and while that talk was shut down pretty quick, the distrust on both sides remains. Members of both groups sometimes wonder if they would work better if completely separate.

After Raph's death, the two groups kinda drift apart, largely because the Resistance lost its central base in the attack that killed him and was primarily focused on defense rather than offense for several months to years afterward. (Also because they lost a LOT of people in that attack, not just him, and suddenly had much different amounts of available labor and needs to meet.)

There's also the prisoners in the Krang labor camps, who occasionally get used as bait, canon fodder, or hostages. They aren't an independent group, per say, more like pawns used by the Krang to manipulate people. By a few years into the war, there are more people krangified than not, so they have plenty of foot soldiers and instead often choose to toy with the remaining population.

19. ☀️

While he was still with the Resistance, Raph and Leo were effectively co-leaders, with Raph usually leading battles and Leo managing the ins and outs of keeping the Resistance alive, and then splitting other duties as necessary. They probably had to have a deep conversation at some point about why Leo wasn't taking his leadership role seriously at first (most likely in the first year or two of the invasion), with Raph realizing that it was largely rooted in Leo not wanting the family dynamic to change or to have to take responsibility for his siblings' lives.

When Raph goes back in time, he's dealing with his tween/early teen (slightly parentified) self, who's about two decades younger than him, and at a time in his younger self's life when Splinter was just starting to become more withdrawn and unavailable. While he was originally planning to avoid

31. 😵‍💫

In the bad timeline, Raph has a much stronger support structure when it comes to dealing with stress. Yeah, he's been fighting off aliens for his entire adult life, but he's had his family to support him. Even as quasi-leader of the Resistance, he isn't doing it alone and has Leo by his side. The Resistance is also much larger in its early years, so while there's a lot of people to take care of, there's a lot of people who can help.

After he goes back in time, he technically has a less stressful life, at least until he fully realizes that he will never make it back to his timeline, at which point he effectively starts grieving for everyone he's ever known, and starts developing a lot of unhealthy/destructive habits to cope with that.

Also a fun little tidbit about Donnie for anyone who actually read this far: he called it 'the invasion' for the ten/eleven years before Raph's death, at which point he started calling it 'the apocalypse' :)

#asks #rottmnt #rottmnt au #i'm not dead yet au #imndy au #tw death mention #rottmnt raph #raphael hamato #future raph #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt fanfiction #i am incapable of not rambling #i know this and yet it surprises me every time #anyway i need to get back into doing stuff with this au it's a lot of fun

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chokememaximoff · 9 months

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Love in the dark III

Abstract: Poignant tale of Y/N Y/L/N, a once-promising female Avenger who spirals into self-destruction after being abruptly dismissed. Lost in darkness, Y/N finds an unexpected savior in her friend Wanda Maximoff, who's secretly in love. Their journey through Y/N's anguish, healing, and transformative love unfolds in a story of redemption, resilience, and hope.

TW:contains sensitive themes including self-destructive behavior, substance use,eating disorder, mental health struggles, emotional distress, and healing. It also touches on themes of love and relationships. Reader discretion is advised, and individuals who might be triggered by these topics should approach the content with caution. If you are affected by any of these themes, consider whether this story is suitable for your emotional well-being

Despite the progress Y/N Y/L/N had made, the shadows of her self-destructive behavior still lingered. Weed remained a crutch, a temporary escape from the weight of her emotions, and Wanda Maximoff watched with a vigilant eye, concerned for the well-being of her friend.

In the midst of their deep conversations, Y/N's impulse to get high would sometimes reassert itself. Wanda, however, wasn't content to stand by and watch. She confronted Y/N gently but firmly, each time reminding her that there were healthier ways to cope.

One evening, as Y/N held a rolled joint between her fingers, Wanda's voice cut through the silence. "Y/N, please. You don't have to do this."

Y/N's eyes met Wanda's, a mixture of frustration and vulnerability in her gaze. "It's the only thing that helps, Wanda. You don't understand."

Wanda's response was steadfast, her concern unyielding. "I understand that you're hurting, but there are better ways to heal. Let me help you."

Y/N's anger flared, her voice sharp. "You can't just fix me, Wanda. Nobody can."

Wanda's eyes held a mixture of empathy and determination. "I don't want to fix you, Y/N. I want to support you in finding healthier ways to cope."

But it wasn't just the weed that concerned Wanda. She also noticed that Y/N's eating habits had become erratic. Meals were often skipped or ignored, and the signs of malnourishment were beginning to show.

One afternoon, as they sat in the living room, Wanda broached the subject delicately. "Y/N, I've noticed that you haven't been eating much lately."

Y/N's response was defensive, her walls going up. "I eat when I feel like it. It's not a big deal."

Wanda's gaze was gentle but persistent. "It is a big deal, Y/N. Taking care of yourself means nourishing your body. Please, let me help you."

Y/N's anger flared again, her voice harsh. "I don't need your help, Wanda. Just leave me alone."

But Wanda refused to back down. She saw beyond the anger, recognizing it as a shield Y/N had built to protect herself from the pain. In the face of Y/N's resistance, Wanda's concern only grew stronger.

One evening, as Y/N stared at a nearly untouched plate of food, Wanda approached her again. This time, there was a determined resolve in her eyes.

"Y/N, I'm not leaving until you eat something," Wanda's voice was firm, her gaze unyielding.

Y/N's voice was a mixture of frustration and desperation. "Why do you even care, Wanda? Just let me be."

Wanda's response was unwavering, her hand reaching out to touch Y/N's arm. "Because I care about you, Y/N. And I can't stand by while you harm yourself."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, her anger giving way to a sense of defeat. "I don't know how to stop this cycle, Wanda. It's like I'm stuck."

Wanda's touch was gentle, her eyes filled with compassion. "You don't have to figure it out alone. Let me be here for you."

With a heavy sigh, Y/N's voice was resigned. "Fine, Wanda. If it'll make you stop nagging, I'll eat something."

Wanda's smile was a mixture of relief and hope. "Thank you, Y/N."

And so, amidst the resistance and the anger, a breakthrough was made. Y/N allowed Wanda to make her a meal, a small step towards taking care of herself. As they sat together, Y/N's reluctance slowly gave way to a sense of acceptance—a realization that maybe, just maybe, she didn't have to face her pain and struggles alone.

With each bite, the gap between Y/N and Wanda began to close, replaced by a bond forged through concern, compassion, and the determination to guide Y/N back to a healthier path. And as the meal progressed, a glimmer of hope emerged—a hope that healing was possible, even in the midst of darkness.

Later that night, the apartment was bathed in a soft, dim light. Y/N lay in her bed, her thoughts a mix of gratitude and contemplation. Wanda had stayed, a presence that brought comfort and reassurance.

"Y/N?"

Wanda's voice was barely a whisper, the gentleness of it tugging at Y/N's heartstrings. "Hmm?"

"Are you asleep?"

Y/N's response was soft, her voice tinged with drowsiness. "Not yet. What's up?"

Wanda hesitated for a moment, as if gathering her thoughts. "I need to tell you something, Y/N."

Y/N's curiosity was piqued, her attention fully on Wanda's words. "Go ahead."

Wanda's breath shuddered slightly, her voice a mix of vulnerability and courage. "Y/N, I care about you. More than just as a friend."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, the weight of Wanda's confession hanging in the air. She felt her senses sharpen, a sudden awareness of the depth of their connection.

Wanda continued, her voice trembling slightly. "I know you're going through so much, and I want to be here for you in every way that I can. I love you, Y/N."

Y/N's eyes flew open, her heart racing. She hadn't expected this revelation, hadn't dared to hope that Wanda's feelings could extend beyond friendship.

"Wanda..." Y/N's voice was a mix of surprise and emotion, her own feelings beginning to surface.

Wanda's touch was soft against Y/N's cheek, her gaze unyielding. "I'm sorry if this changes things or makes you uncomfortable. I just couldn't keep it inside anymore."

Y/N's voice was a mixture of tenderness and longing. "Wanda, you don't have to apologize. I... I feel the same way."

Wanda's eyes widened in surprise, her expression a mix of hope and disbelief. "You do?"

Y/N nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes, Wanda. I've been trying to hide it, but I love you too."

A smile broke across Wanda's face, a radiant expression of joy and relief. "You have no idea how happy that makes me, Y/N."

Y/N reached out to hold Wanda's hand, their fingers intertwining. "I never thought I'd find someone who understands me like you do, Wanda."

Wanda's smile was soft, a reflection of the love that had blossomed between them. "We're in this together, Y/N. And no matter what comes our way, I'll be right here by your side."

And as they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, Y/N realized that the darkness that had once consumed her was slowly giving way to a future filled with healing, love, and the unwavering light of Wanda's presence.

In the weeks that followed their heartfelt confessions, a newfound sense of intimacy and connection bloomed between Y/N Y/L/N and Wanda Maximoff. The barriers that had once kept them apart were now replaced by a bond that felt unbreakable, a love that had the power to heal even the deepest wounds.

As the days turned into nights, Y/N found solace in Wanda's presence. The self-destructive patterns that had once defined her began to loosen their grip, replaced by a determination to break free from the chains that had held her captive for so long.

One evening, as they lounged on the couch together, Y/N turned to Wanda with a determined glint in her eyes. "Wanda, I think it's time. I need to let go of this weed, of these destructive habits."

Wanda's smile was one of encouragement, her eyes reflecting the pride she felt for Y/N's progress. "I'm here to support you, Y/N. Whenever you're ready."

And so, together, they embarked on the journey of breaking the cycle of addiction. Y/N faced moments of withdrawal and cravings, but Wanda was a constant pillar of strength, reminding her of the progress she had made and the future she was striving towards.

With Wanda by her side, Y/N began to discover healthier ways to cope with her pain. They meditated together, took long walks in the park, and even started a small garden on the balcony—a symbol of growth and renewal.

But perhaps the most significant change was in Y/N's relationship with food. Wanda's determination to ensure Y/N's well-being led to a steady routine of balanced meals and regular eating. What had once been met with resistance and anger was now a comforting ritual—a reminder that taking care of herself was an act of self-love.

One night, as they prepared dinner together, Y/N's voice was filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Wanda. For never giving up on me, for helping me see that I'm worth taking care of."

Wanda's smile was soft, her eyes holding the warmth of her feelings. "You've always been worth it, Y/N. I'm just glad I could be here to show you that."

As the days turned into weeks, Y/N's transformation became evident to those around her. The fire that had once fueled her anger was now redirected towards a healthier purpose—a determination to build a brighter future for herself.

One evening, as Y/N and Wanda lay in bed, their bodies intertwined, Y/N spoke softly. "Wanda, you've changed my life in ways I never thought possible. I love you so much."

Wanda's embrace tightened, her voice a mixture of tenderness and devotion. "And I love you, Y/N. More than I could have ever imagined."

Their lips met in a gentle kiss, sealing their commitment to one another and the path they had chosen. In each other's arms, they found the strength to heal, to grow, and to face the challenges that lay ahead.

The darkness that had once threatened to consume Y/N was now just a memory, a reminder of how far she had come. With Wanda by her side, she had found a love that was both healing and transformative—a love that had the power to bring light to even the darkest corners of her heart.

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