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silkkorchid · 2 months

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What went down in TWST rp in a week-

Covers 3/30 - 4/5

This week was ok ish…

NRC therapist and Gardening club seems to be planning something against Mrs. Rosehearts…

NRC Newspaper club has a new member called, Atlas, seeming to be an unofficial prophet for NRC, thanks to his Unique Magic.

There is a Dance Club at NRC now-

One of the hosts and the host club seem to have a questionable draft that was soon posted by another host. I’m looking at you 🪞⚜️.

NRC Host Club has now a menu of food, with the one of them being uhm a very clever name for it!

NRC cooking club made a disgusting salad that I cannot describe…

NRC allows students to have tazer if worn correctly…

Another race is happening between Royal Sword Academy and Night Raven College. And there is a poll which school is going to win, some students at NRC are rigging the poll.

Both of RSA and NRC Cleaning club have log entries.

Che’nya is at it with the invisible boop towards the boys.

Some of the boys’ future children are throwing powder ball at them, for no apparent reasons???

The Diasomnia gossip account seems to be telling all the juicy stuff that happens in Diasomnia- wait does Malleus even know this exists?

Someone said Sebek is just… I can’t say it as I’m gonna puke…

A boop war has commenced between us who will get the most boops.

A boop battle between Ruggie and Silver. Silver surrender with Ruggie being the winner .

A student of Diasomnia ate a whole pathway since they were hungry. The person that did this, u know.

Malleus and Althea is having a boop match across campus. Then lasers were incorporated into this match of theirs.? After all that happens, Althea and Malleus end their boop match with ice cream.

Althea trying kidnap Gidel, NO TOUCHING THE CHILD ALTHEA!

General Lilia came back from the dead.

Lilia destroyed the microwave again, wait is that smoke coming from Diasomnia?

Lilia got into Ramshackle’s kitchen and yeeeee….

Riddle realized his mother now got a Tumblr account-

Ace got food poisoning, and Riddle ban him from the kitchen till he gets his credit for the mandatory cooking class.

Mrs. Rosehearts has came back after 4 days. Someone gotta hold onto me before I jump her.

Seems like fans of Riddle are pushing their buttons with Mrs. Rosehearts, and I’m proud seeing them being straight forward on causing chaos.

Ace destroyed a microwave. No questions ask.

Ace got collared for the millionth time.

Ruggie’s future child SOMEHOW broke through a wall!? H-how does that logic work!?

Someone cast a spell onto ruggie in which made him wear bunny ears and a tail.

Leona is trying to pass his responsibility onto Ruggie.

Azul has now met his future child after idk how long.

@quartztwst made Azul bald.

Jamil trying to prevent Alcestris dating Najima, his sister. Meanwhile Althea cheering Alce on…

Epel came back after a beauty break to see the last update before shortly going offline.

Idia arguing which anime he and his future children will watch.

Idia allowing his future children to commit arson…. Ortho please stop him being a bad influence to his own future children…

Idia loosing his shit when the topic of Sonic came up.

Idia lost something very important for his magic pen.

Someone reminded Idia that he accidentally left Ortho’s filter off and you know the story.

The boys’ future children somehow got gender-bend due to a potion.?

The children tried monopoly and it turn into a full on war.

One of Sam’s friends can speak that wired language that I can’t understand-

Cheka came back after a long nap.

Someone taught Cheka to swear-

Fellow and Gidel is at it again trying to find new puppets…

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney #twistedwonderland #disney twst #🍮 speaking #diasomnia #riddle rosehearts #twst cheka #twst rp weekly update #twst rp

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aspd-culture · 3 months

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aspd and adhd(/possible autism) culture is realizing only once you're out of high school "ohhhhhhh wait, so i thought i wasn't abused growing up, but actually i was and it only stopped due to covid, and that resulted in my osdd system and aspd?"

buckle up, this is Long and definitely classifies as a Vent. honestly, you can ignore the middle section and jump to the next blank line of space if you want.

jesus christ. i was punished more harshly than my peers, i struggled to make friends, i was put into a little school program where board games were used to reinforce good behavior in problem kids which i only realized two months ago, my memory issues (which were always there, but only noticed in fifth grade) got me into so much shit with every authority figure ever, i broke a window using one of those mechanical hamster things that were popular at the time by accident but i didn't care at all, that's just scratching the surface

memories of things have been coming back to me lately. according to my mom i was such a nice little kid, always shared and was polite and highly empathetic, all the goods.

school came along, flipped everything on its head. i remember harassing and hurting animals, and people, and sometimes telling those people not to tell—not because i felt bad but because i didn't want to get into trouble again, it was an inconvenience. my home life was pretty good but other kids left me out of things a lot and sometimes called me names, even the neighbors' kids i liked to hang out with would make me the monster of their games and that does something to a kid (one of them is also the reason i'm a victim of cocsa). when i did something wrong or bad there was only punishment because i "should know not to do that" and so i had to teach myself how to be a functioning and good member of society. i got good at lying towards the end of third grade, the skill got better from there with every punishment i faced

when a former friend told me "hey, you have aspd traits/might have aspd" i went and found the checklist, because thorough research is how i work, went through it. at the time i didn't think it fit very well because "yes, i experience that but that's pretty normal for people, i learned how to manage it under several layers of creating a socially acceptable person just like everyone else"

i've gone back to it a couple times since and wow, surprise surprise, everything applies! the "this doesn't apply to me because i have a system to help with this thing" mindset means the thing still applies! there's some stuff, namely the destruction and truancy, that i didn't do but that's solely because i knew i couldn't get away with it and therefore didn't bother trying. so thanks to aaaaaaall that stuff and more, i definitely grew up with both conduct disorder and odd, and now it's aspd

i can't say i'm mad about having aspd? it causes problems in my life, yes, but i've spent so long wrangling myself into a form small enough to fit into society's box that it's not the worst thing anymore. i think i'm more mad at society, my peers, for not helping me with this and being kind where they should've, especially my mom as of recently

that said: it is fucking hard-wired into me that there's only good people and bad people in the world. harmful behavior towards me (or someone else doing something i can't forgive) is automatically met with hammurabi's eye for an eye. the coping mechanisms i use work very well, are generally healthy, and people who don't do anything to calm themselves down and think rationally tend to piss me off. i have been fighting those things for a while but they're the ones that simply won't go away. hamburger help me.

aspd-culture-is

There's a lot of good information in this ask. Too many people see ASPD as a direct result of physical abuse or CSA/SA, when a lot of ASPD symptoms really develop around things that are seen as smaller issues, where a child's problems get diminished by the people who are supposed to help that child to the point where they feel the only person that will help them is themself.

More than anything else, I personally think a very quick and simple way to decrease the number of people who end up with ASPD would be to get parents and other caregiving adults, and honestly society as a whole, to understand that regardless of how simple, silly, or insignificant it may seem to someone older, these "silly" things are often the worst thing the child has experienced up until that point. Someone always having to be the monster sounds like nothing to an adult, leading to no response to help besides maybe "they're just teasing you, ignore them". But "just teasing" is the most social rejection a child has experienced to that point, and so it is extremely distressing and emotionally painful. It feels like the most isolated they could possibly be, because they haven't been around long enough to experience worse. Then, the child is told to ignore it, which not only fails to make them feel better, but often causes it to get even worse as the other kids try and push harder to get the reaction they're looking for. Do they eventually give up? Sometimes. But the lengths and extremes many bullies will go to when "just teasing" doesn't elicit a response is disturbing and that fact is either unknown to or ignored by adults.

Part of why always being made the monster does something to a kid is that it is treated as a non-issue. When that is what a developing brain learns is the reaction to their pain, they will no longer seek outside help when things become extreme.

TW: descriptions of SA/r threats. Skip the following paragraph and move to the next one to avoid. Also a bit of a vent.

When I was in school, I was teased. I was made the dog who was not allowed to talk or a person with their vocal chords removed any time we played pretend. Sometimes they made me a rock or stick on the ground, even. It sounds like nothing, and when I was told it would go away if I ignored them, I listened. It didn't stop them. It led to an entire set of multiple schools that were combined into one building seeing me as a verbal and sometimes physical plaything; a place to take out your angst and distress. I lost my personhood in their eyes, so my understanding of social interactions were tainted and colored by the way my peers treated me. I told anyone who tried to befriend me not to be seen talking to me, to bully me publicly so they wouldn't get the treatment I got, so even the few people who tried to be kind got a skewed, unnatural social interaction with me. Many listened, and I don't hold that against them at all. That's simply what they had to do to make it. It got to the point of receiving verbal and *detailed, written-out, and signed* r word threats, and boys who were 11 years old talking about kidnapping tying me up in their parents attic and using me whenever they wanted (theirs was more detailed). Some even attempted to touch me, and adults nearby ignored it because "X likes to handle it themselves, they don't like when adults get involved", because I learned that they would only vaguely say stop, and it would get worse. That's what happens when you just ignore it.

And what do we call a person who learns that only they can protect themselves, and who doesn't understand any positive interaction with anyone that isn't transactional? Antisocial. I hate the idea what a positive relationship with family is incompatible with ASPD, sorry about the rant. Because of how ASPD develops, I refuse to dislike or resent myself or my symptoms when it comes to ASPD. If people didn't want me like this, they shouldn't have treated me like this.

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TW: descriptions of SA/r threats. Skip the following paragraph and move to the next one to avoid. Also a bit of a vent.

#aspd-culture-is #aspd culture is #aspd culture #actually aspd #aspd #aspd awareness #actually antisocial #antisocial personality disorder #aspd traits #anons welcome #tw sa mention #tw abuse mention

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lunar-years · 1 year

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I've given a ton of thought in the past to the fact that after Jamie came over to apologise and thank Keeley for helping him in 1.08, and Keeley invited him in for sex unexpectedly, that from his POV he really might have thought they were getting back together. To get confirmation that he was thinking that, in contrast with Keeley telling Roy she fucked Jamie to get back at him for saying he was busy for one evening, due to her own insecurities... god, heartbreaking. The more we learn about Jamie and Keeley, the more it is apparent how serious their relationship was before the break up, the more their break up really hurts to think about. Not saying he was perfect and innocent, but from Jamie's POV, for Jamie to have been dumped by someone he deeply loved for a last straw reason he effectively didn't understand (on a night where he was out of sorts due to his discomfort with being sold for sex, and mocked for thinking so) then immediately befriended and supported by his beloved ex, making an effort when visiting London to go and thank/apologise to her for always helping him with no ulterior motive and for her to accept the apology then invite him in for sex, to keep in touch with her as a friend to the point he felt he could go over to her place to talk to her about his troubling feelings in the season 1 finale, only to find Roy there- Roy the person who had been mocking him along with Keeley the night Jamie got dumped.

He is genuinely not unreasonable to have thought he and Keeley might get back together and not even that unreasonable to think she was dating Roy to mess with him. I feel so fucking sad for him.

oh yes anon 100% to all of this. I think it makes total sense for the character that Jamie thought Keeley was playing mind games on him with Roy at that time in his life. And even if it didn't come as a shock to me once I'd thought it over, I was still like, OH. & then very sad about it!

I think that Jamie and Keeley dated for at least as long as Roy and Keeley dated. They were clearly established in s1, even if they were never exactly "stable."

I also think there's a general tendency to overlook Keeley (& Roy's) own bad actions and poor behavior in s1 because everyone loves/d Roy/Keeley together and "Jamie was a dick anyway" and it's like, yeah he was. But all three of them were a mess and so far from the best versions of themselves. Roy & Keeley's behavior at the gala is pretty reprehensible, and obviously it's worse in hindsight with the information we have now about Jamie (which Roy & Keeley were obviously not aware of at the time), but the scene has always been uncomfortable and the two of them were very much in the wrong. Keeley's accountability speech is all well and good, but she does then turn around and proceed to very much not be accountable to Jamie in using him to piss him off Roy. And Roy is just, Roy, with the same insecurities holding him back and making things worse for himself and the other people around him (which is why I'm really surprised by how many people feel he was ooc this episode. The same stuff immediately stirred up for him when it came back to the Jamie/ Keeley of it all).

They've all come so far, but they still have a lot of backlog between them they've never waddled through. There have been soooo many crossed wires and miscommunications between these three. And it always comes back around to the three of them, doesn't it? It is so messy (and for me, glorious) and I want them to sit down and hash it all out and maybe cry a little and then definitely kiss a little. You know.

#none of them have ever been perfect characters but that is what is so great about them!!#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #royjamiekeeley #roy kent #jamie tartt #keeley jones #asks

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ethmaron · 8 months

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Oh my god please tell me about your biometrics au👀👀

of course!!! theres a good portion of it detailed here but heres some stuff not included over in that ;

during jasons torture/limb removal he had no anesthesia or pain medicine so he felt it exactly as it happened. the joker is the one who removed his eye and then cauterized it himself, while his arm was removed by doctors after hes found (he dies in surgery and then his body is identified by bruce and dick)

during the time jason first comes back the reason he doesnt leave the organization right away is he has a difficult time adjusting to his body, as he originally died at 15 and came back in his 20s so he came back to an adult body which took him a while to get used to, coupled with the prosthetics

jason does all his own maintenance, only occasionally lets dick or tim help once he trusts them enough, and only for things he absolutely can't do himself (mostly work on his eye, or around the back of his shoulder/hard to reach spots on his arm)

in the time between waking up/sometime meeting dick jason doesnt cut his hair at all because he cant look at himself in the mirror, so he has pretty long hair for a good portion of his time back. he eventually asks dick to cut it for him and he then maintains shorter hair from there

as probably gathered his relationship w the family is a lot different than in canon--he avoids bruce on less of a 'was replaced' basis and more he doesnt view himself as a human/his son anymore. dick essentially just barges into his life and plants himself down and refuses to leave and eventually brings bruce around which is its own thing. he eventually meets the rest of the family and stuff. he is still bitter about tim but its not to the degree of canon comics and he maintains a good enough relationship w him/the other brothers.

he still has his room at the manor but doesnt hardly ever go into the manor proper. jasons a special case of prosthetics/experimentation and with him being legally dead he is also dubiously a person due to the amount of wiring--hed likely be considered a cyborg. he is also still trying to hide from the organization that is very much still tracking him down

#thank u for the ask!!#sorry it took so long to respond i have been very busy lol #biometrics au #answered #opposite-of-aster #jason todd #canon typical violence/gore mentions #dc

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swagatron9 · 2 years

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Something Like That

Pairings: Shane Walsh x reader

Warnings: bits of the scene where Shane and Otis were at the high school.

Summary: The reader helps Shane get back to the farm. (I hate this ngl)

I watched as the man was being backed up in the fence, his ankle causing problems for him as he staggered away. I let out a sigh before realising that maybe I should step in now.

I creeped out of my hiding spot as quietly as I possibly could and aimed my gun at the walkers approaching. The gunshots alerted every one of my existence as I killed the final few walkers on this side of the fence.

The man pushed up against the fence was relieved as he let his gun fall down. "Who are you?" He asked as he struggled to walk closer to where I was standing.

"You should be thanking me for helping you." I scoffed. "The world ends and people forget their manners." I muttered to myself.

"Thank you. I appreciate it, I really do. I have a car on the other side of this building if you could help me get there." I stared at the man for a while, considering what he had asked of me, before finally agreeing.

"Lucky I'm feeling generous today." I grabbed some of the bags he was holding, alleviating the weight on his ankle. I stayed a little behind the police officer as I swung at a few straggling walkers that rushed at us. "What even brought you here anyway? Those dead things have been here for weeks, you didn't see them when you came in or something?" I questioned the brave man.

"Got a little boy on the verge of death. Needed a respirator to help him." The silence was awkward as we carried along the path, by now there were no walkers leaving us to slow down a little bit.

"If you're tryna' make me feel bad, it's not working," I replied. It wasn't the first time I heard something like this.

The man stopped and turned around to face me, a glare on his face. "I'm serious. If I don't get this stuff back to him then he's dead."

"Well standing still won't get you nowhere." I shoved his shoulder as I continued walking on ahead. Now I had the risk of being injured myself as I had my back to the potential threat.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw a man run from one of the buildings, catching up with the police officer behind me. "Man, I thought I lost you." The little reunion was cut short as the large group of walkers found us one again.

I kept a safe distance from the two behind me as I cleared the way for the two of them.

My running came to halt when I heard a crash. I looked over to see that both men had fallen to the ground. "Are you kidding me?" I sighed as I turned back around and ran over to aid the collapsed men.

"Look, we ain't gon' make it, okay? You gotta take these bags." The police officer said to the other man.

"I ain't leavin' ya' behind."

The man on the ground looked up at me as he started to take off the bags. "There's a blue truck out the front, I need you to follow the main road until you reach some farmhouses about five miles out. Look for the one that has Greene on the mailbox and give this Rick." I held onto the bags as I looked down at him.

"Are you serious-"

"Yes! Go, before it's too late." I nodded my head at his words before giving him my gun.

"There's a few rounds left in there, not enough to take out those freaks but enough to get you out if need be." I held on tightly to his stuff before running away from the area. "How do I end up in these situations," I asked myself as I looked around for the blue truck.

I could hear the gunshots coming from behind me as I silently wished that those men would make it out. I personally wasn't up for telling the family that they lost two of their men tonight.

The truck was unlocked but I never got a key for it causing me to do what I do best.

Hotwiring a car wasn't something I knew before the end of the world but rather something I was taught and I was thankful to be able to put these skills to use.

It took me longer than usual to get the wiring right due to my shaky hands but I let out a little cheer when I heard the engine run.

I manoeuvred my way through the other abandoned cars and made my way to the exit. Right as I was about to leave I glanced up at the rearview mirror and saw the police officer stumbling his way towards the car, the other guy no longer with him.

Reversing the car, I pulled up beside him and gave him enough time to get in before speeding off out of the high school. "You're still here?" He breathed out.

"Most cars need keys to work," I replied as I glanced over at him. "To slow was he?" I asked, questioning what had happened to the other guy.

"Something like that." I frowned at his response.

"Something like that? You kill him or something?" I repeated.

The look he gave me was one of shock and guilt. "Why would you-"

"I ain't one to judge if you did. You gotta do things in life to protect yourself and the ones you love sometimes, it's how this world is now." My thoughts drifted off to the many families I crossed paths with during my time on the run, each and every one of them was willing to risk themselves and others to protect their own and they wouldn't hesitate to do so. "How far are we now?" I asked hoping to change the subject.

Almost like he had given up, the officer sighed."It's the next farmhouse after this ones." I tapped my fingers nervously against the steering wheel, not sure what was going to happen once I got there. All this time I had completely forgotten that I could potentially be getting played and I was driving myself right into a trap.

I pulled in the Greene’s farmhouse and was greeted with everyone outside. I delayed my time getting out whereas the man rushed rushed to hand the bags over. “Cute little family you got here.” I spoke up once everyone went back inside leaving the two of us alone once again.

“We actually just met these guys. That guy back there, Otis he shot my best mates son, Carl. He sent us here to get help, only met this family today. I’m Shane.” The man I now knew as Shane explained.

“Didn’t peg you as the kind of person to kill people when you first met them.” I commented. This angered Shane as he grabbed ahold of my arm and pulled me in close.

“You mention anything about what happened with Otis and you’ll be next.” Shame threatened.

I raised my eyebrow at his response, smirking. “You were a police officer before this, right?”

Shane nodded his head, a suspicious look on his face as he did so. “Your not as intimidating as I though you’d be. And besides these are your people not mine, they’ll believe you way before they will even consider my thoughts.”

I couldn’t help but look Shane up and down. His disheveled state brought out the roughness in him, making him look all the more attractive. “I should probably head out anyways.” I removed myself off the truck and gathered my things. I held out my hand towards Shane.

“Head out? You can’t take the truck with ya’. Ain’t yours to keep.” Shane looked down at my hand and shook his head.

“I’ll walk, but I’d like my gun back.” I said referring to the gun tucked in his belt.

“Don’t leave yet. You’ve done so much to help my boy and Shane. I’d like to atleast thank you before you take off.” A woman walked out followed by another man in uniform.

“I think I’ve stayed long enough, thank you though.” I smiled at the woman.

“Please, I insist. Besides I’m sure Carl would like to thank the woman that helped save him. Give it some thought.” The woman and the man rushed back inside when they heard some crying.

“Damn you people, using a kid to guilt trip me.” I looked over at Shane one more time. “You balding or something?” I pointed to the area where some hair was missing before inviting myself into the Greene’s house.

#Shane walsh #shane walsh x reader #twd #twd x reader #the walking dead #the walking dead shane #twd shane

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rangarlamamicado · 1 year

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Rook, Tenna, and Mike (in that order top to bottom) are all here! It's SHOWTIME!!!

Rook, Tenna, and Mike are the heads of Darklight Studios, and are your antagon- I mean... GUIDES... to Deltarune Chapter 3.

Rook, based on the family VCR, is the director and founder of Darklight. Like an uncle you dont invite to Christmas parties, he's rowdy in a jolly way. He doesnt often make public appearances, but loves to record every moment of his company's work, preserving them and collecting them like a family photo album of memories. However, even the brightest star has their dark core... Why did he found the studio? How many Big Shots has he helped and crushed on his path to success? Is he a trendsetter, or a thief of ideas and happiness? Who can say...

Tenna, based on the TV's antenna (go figure) is the producer and cameraman of Darklight. He deals with all the technical stuff that Rook and Mike cant understand (and dont want to do). Despite being hired help, he's moreso family here than anyone else on the Crew. His accolades and power are due to being a machine that can directly connect to the system he records. He does this to produce watchable TV at lightning speed, and is unmatched versus manual human skill - it's almost scary, dystopian even. And his work looks less like work and more like... well, like he's bound by wires. He's not much for words, but with Rook's instruction and Mike's personality, he's happy to make dreams come true. But without a purpose, Tenna deep down is as violent and unhinged as any darkner... maybe even - a KILLER ROBOT?

Mike, based on the screen and speakers, is the primary host and mouthpiece of Darklight. Head of Darklight's Actor's Guild and Staff Crew (dubiously named The Cathode Crew, by Mike personally), Mike always sees himself as the star. He has a power complex, but is the most valuable asset to Rook and Tenna for a reason - it's due to his ability to control the staff. He always claims he's worked himself to death to get where he is today - and that he is "one with his work." On that note, nobody questions the husk at his desk because what he says about being "one with his work" has seemingly become reality. His microphone is his eyes, and his desk is his being - perhaps he even has eyes and ears everywhere else in Darklight for that matter? But hey, who could turn down a happy smile like that, right? With talent like this, Rook was in for a business venture like no other. Whether his control is out of charm, fear, or something else, however, it cannot be known - but as for the man behind the smile, his motives and origins are unknown.

Recently, there has been an outage in the cable. A dark world that relies on its ability to connect and broadcast to the whole world has been relegated to showing RERUNS (ugh!). Rook has gotten on edge due to his inability to serve his purpose - to entertain - and it becomes clear to everyone (including Tenna and Mike) that they only do TV because of their desire for greed, power, and influence. Losing sense of why they became showrunners, they hit all time lows in viewership and ratings, and resort to extorting their fans in the Darklight Boulevard to keep themselves afloat. And due to their supernatural control over the studio and its citizens as its collective captive viewership, it's less like a Hollywood getaway and more of a 1984-style machivellian technofantasy horror!

Then... the lightners came along.

Unconscious and asleep, Rook and the gang snatched them up and locked them in the confines of the studio's actor condos. Upon awaking, the two lightners are unsure if they're dreaming, but are quick to realize something’s wrong when they realize that the third lightner present, the true owner of Darklight Boulevard, has been taken as a captive audience to review and run the Boulevard's overseeing duties while Rook gets more time to do his dirty work.

Realizing their mission, the two lightners and their darkner companion learn to play along with the Acting Guild's gigs, Mike and Tenna's preprogrammed segments, and Rook's scheme involving his plans for using the lightner's souls as a beacon for the outside world to find them again.

Will the lightners break free? Will truths of the dark world be discovered? Will Rook, Mike, and Tenna ever be satisfied? Or will they turn on each other before that happens? Will Spamton get his revenge?

Find out next time - In Deltarune Chapter 3!

...

But what's this?

Could it be...?

The HAMMER OF JUSTICE?

We'll meet again some time soon, I'm sure.

Far sooner than you think!

#deltarune #deltarune chapter 2 #kris #susie #toriel #deltarune fanart #deltarune chapter 3 #queen deltarune #deltarune lore #deltarune theory #deltarune original character #deltarune oc #deltarune mike #deltarune spamton #spamton #spamton g spamton #undertale fanart #undertale #deltarune chapter 4

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thmgau · 1 year

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CHAPTER 13 - THE MARIONETTE QUINTET [wattpad link]

A couple weeks had passed since the incident at The Auction House. News had spread out that The Auction House had shut down due to what had happened, so the group had absolutely no idea where Pim & The Auctioneer were hiding out now.

Other than the occasional run-ins with Natalie, they didn’t really need to use their weapons very much. Nora & everyone else did catch Sorrel up to speed with the hero stuff, showing them the book & all that.

Cherry had also started working out regularly, so she could wield her sword better. It had only been a week, but they were seeing a little bit of progress.

Progress on the play was going well, too! Next Thursday was going to be the date of the first performance, at the college theater, so everybody in the cast & crew were getting some last-minute stuff together.

Juniper was hanging out with the group in xyr dorm room, going over some stuff for the play.

“Now, Les, you’re remembering to keep the necklace hidden under your outfit, right?” “Of course! It sure would be useful if we could take them off though, wouldn’t it?” “I wish we could take these things off. It’s so uncomfortable to sleep in.” “At least Allie’s chill with us hiding them instead of forcing us to take them off, which, y’know, we can’t take them off, so..”

A ding sound came from Juniper’s phone.

“Oh! A text!” he said, checking his phone. “Who’s it from?” “Allie.” “Speak of the devil.” “What’d she say?” “She says the crew still needs a prop for the rose. She’s wondering if we could go get one.” “The show’s in a week & she still hasn’t gotten a rose?” “I thought we were going to use that rubber ducky for the actual performance.” “That would be funny, but, y’know.. director’s rules. Let me just text her back... ‘Of course, will get one ASAP.’ That should be good!” “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s hit the road!”

“There we go! That oughta fix ya up pretty well!”

A boy stood in a dimly-lit room. Paint cans were stacked neatly in a box, with a light green can of paint on a work desk. Wood, wirings, & other mechanical parts were scattered all over the place. 5 life-sized puppets stood in the room. Green, yellow, red, gray, & blue. The boy had just finished repairing the green one, painting over a part of the puppet that had been burned slightly.

“I’ve no idea how you got those scorch marks, honestly. Maybe I did it by accident?” the boy hummed. “I’ll have to be a bit more careful with the lighter next time..”

He sealed up the paint can & put it back in the box, along with putting the paintbrush he was using in the sink.

“I gotta go check up out front, now!” she waved. “Gotta see if there’s any customers! Buh-bye!”

With that, the boy left the room, leaving the puppets alone. The green one opened its eyes, glowing ever-so slightly in the dim room. It chuckled to itself, with a robotic-like voice.

“Ohh, I can’t wait until this whole world is mine.”

“Listen! Violet isn’t a color! It never was & it never will be!” “What about ROYGBIV? What do you think the I & the V stand for? Indigo & violet!” “It should be ROYGBP! P for purple!!” “That’s a stupid acronym!” “Your MOM’S a stupid acronym-” “Can you two stop that?” “Sorry, Cherry.”

“Anyways,” Cherry said, pulling her car up into a parking spot. “This is the place you said to go?” “Yup,” Juniper said, checking the map on her phone. “This seems to be it!”

The place the group had just pulled into was a small store called Alph’s Amazing Animatronics.

“Well, let’s hope there’s no capitalist bananas in this store!” Kalani said as the group walked inside.

The building itself was quite large, but there were so many shelves with trinkets & oddities on them that it felt crowded. Every wall that wasn’t a window was covered in shelves, from top to bottom. Various puppets & woodworks of all sizes were laid out for customers to pick out.

There was a boy at the counter, who the group assumed was the owner, considering he was the only other person there.

“Hi!” the boy waved. “Welcome to my shop! The name’s Alph! How can I help you folks today?” “Hey!” Juniper grinned. “Uh, we’re looking for a prop for the play our university is doing.” “A prop! I’ve got tons of those!” Alph said. “What are you lookin’ for specifically? I can probably help you out!” “Oh, we’re doing Beauty & The Beast, & the director asked us to get the rose, so, uh.. we need a rose.” “Oh, I certainly have a few mechanical roses around here! Let me see if they’re in the back!”

Alph swung open a door that was behind the counter & went in there, digging around for something. In the back, Juniper could kinda see a few life-sized puppets in the back. One of them, although hard to see in the dimly-lit room, had glowing green eyes. It seemed to be looking right at aem.

After a moment, Alph returned from the back & shut the door, holding up a wooden rose puppet.

“Aha! Here it is!” Alph smiled, holding up the rose. She maneuvered the puppet so that it wilted, & then un-wilted, & then wilted again, & she did this over & over for a minute.

“It can wilt & unwilt as you please, & the strings are long enough for someone to do it out of sight, which should be perfect for a stage performance!” “Oh, that’s absolutely perfect! How much would this be?” “$25!”

Juniper took out their credit card & put it in the card reader, paying for the rose.

“Thank ya! Have a nice day, & good luck with that performance!” “You too!”

The group left the store, rose in hand, & got back into Cherry’s car.

“Ok. You guys saw that too, right? The puppet guy in the back?” “How could we not? It was staring right at us.” “Real creepy.” “I mean, it’s just a puppet. What could it possibly do?” “Is that a rhetorical question or do you want an actual answer to that?” “Rhetorical.” “Ah.” “I’m sure it’s probably nothing,” Kalani shrugged. “Although, it has been a few weeks since we’ve had to use our weapons.” “Maybe we’ve restored the balance of good & evil, or whatever that book said to do.” “You’d think we’d be told if we did it.” “Yea. Let’s just get this thing dropped off at the theater now.” “Sounds good!”

It was nighttime, & so the shop was closed. & yet, life still roamed.

Five life-sized puppets stood at a printer, waiting for it to print something.

“& just so we’re absolutely clear, we have everything we need?” “Yes, Sotry.” “& we know the plan?” “Of course, Sotry.” “Excellent,” the green puppet grinned as the paper finished printing.

“Then let’s begin.”

#thmgau #the marionette quintet

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wolvesloveyou · 2 years

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Ok so I'm a little frustrated, so ignore any cussing I do, it's purely frustration.

But what the hell.

I haven't had internet for 2 weeks. It went out 2 Fridays ago, I called, made an appointment for someone to come in last week Tuesday to fix it cause that was the soonest they could do it, and it was fine. I'd deal with not having internet fir the weekend.

Tuesday comes around, the guy comes in, and the wall outlet thing is not giving any internet to my router. So he goes to check the box at the end of my apartment building and it's a mess. He says it's old, hasn't been taken care of, doesn't close properly, it's just a mess. So, he'd put in a maintenance ticket for someone to come out and fix it, and that it should be fixed within 24-48 hours and then I can reschedule for someone else to come out and replug all my stuff in.

Great. Cool. I can deal.

I was going out of town Friday, so I wouldn't be able to get someone to come in until I got back. So I rescheduled for someone to come out Tuesday. Yesterday.

Guy comes out, checks it, says the same thing. Internet isn't coming through the wall outlet thing. So he goes to check. Spends and hour trying to figure it out, calling coworkers to hopefully figure it out (he explained early on it wasn't his forte since it's so confusing, no biggie, he's trying and that's what matters). Finally, he says he can't do anything cause my WIRES ARE MISSING. He said he'll tell his supervisor in a meeting in the morning to have someone come out and fix it today. Cool. Great. Wonderful.

Dude felt bad so he instead immediately called his supervisor, supervisor came out, checked it out, and said "yeah, we'll send someone out tomorrow to fix it, but because of how messy it is, it's gonna be a 2-3 hour process just to figure out which one is yours." Ok. Fair. Whatever. I can deal. I told him I have class from 10-11 but otherwise will be home all day. He said perfect, someone will be out around 8 or 8:30 in the morning, then gives me his number just in case.

They don't get here. I call him at 9. He said to go ahead, get to class, and to call him when I get home. I do that. He says "ok, we have a couple of appointments that need to be done, so we'll send someone over when these jobs are done. Apparently someone was there while you were in class and said they didn't know what was happening or whatever so we'll send someone out when we can."

.........

It's 4pm. No one has come to fix my damn internet. HOW HARD IS IT TO SEND A FUCKING PERSON OUT TO FIX THIS LIKE YOU SAID. WHY DID YOU PRIORITIZE APPOINTMENTS THAT YOU SAID CAME IN THIS MORNING, WHEN YOU KNEW ABOUT THIS PROBLEM YESTERDAY. WHAT THE HELL.

I'm frustrated. I'm sick of having no internet. On top of that, I have assignments for classes due. That I can't do. Because I have to sit at home. With no internet. Waiting for them to decide on when to come. I HAVE A FUCKING EXAM DUE THAT I CAN'T LEAVE TO GET WORKING INTERNET TO DO BECAUSE YOU DECIDED TO PRIORITIZE OTHER PEOPLE WHO HAVE SIMPLER FIXES THAN I DO. (Idk if that's the case, but based on info I've been given that's what I understand, but still).

On top of that, I've tried calling the supervisor again to check in on the status of people coming over, and his phone went straight to voice-mail...... twice. And the voice-mail box is full so I can't even leave a voice-mail.

Why the fuck do people think they can just do whatever the fuck they want in these services when you genuinely need them to fix it asap and have said so? Like, please. I'm nice to a fault, I'm sure you can tell, but that doesn't mean I can't put my foot down and demand a solution asap. Especially if you are putting important grades for classes I am paying for at risk.

Again, sorry for the language, but on all things holy I am so frustrated.

#rant #frustration #outburst #why can't people do what they say they can do #i hate this whole situation #just so frustrated

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oraclememehacker · 2 years

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“Nnngh....” Wakaba was still being held in the unknown location, having been forced unconscious as wires were attached to her head, apparently getting some sort of information from her. For what reason nobody knew yet, but she was coming back to the waking world now, blinking a few times. All she could see was a blurry look at the cold, desolate gray ceiling with nothing but a few hanging lights to differentiating itself from that desolate cold floor. Her gaze turned to the right and she saw Sophia who was currently attached to all sorts of wires in her android body.

She wasn’t held down by anything so she pushed herself up and looked around, the wires still attached to her head. Most of the room had that desolate, boxed in feeling, a bunch of machines humming along, gathering information. Where was she? Why were they trying to get from them? Would it be worth it to make a run for it? (”What’s the most optimal way of dealing with this? I have to get both me and Sophia out of here.”)

There seemed to be a steel door on one end of the room, but she had a sneaking suspicion that it was locked, and there wouldn’t be any way of unlocking it easily. (”Okay, the best way to deal with this is to wait until whoever took us returns, act asleep and then forcefully make our escape. To where? I don’t know but there isn’t much point of doing anything else. But there’s a chance they know I’m awake due to that camera.”)

When she heard the door open with a heaviness to it, she laid back down and pretended to be asleep. She heard a series of footsteps head towards her and would check some things apparently, she couldn’t really tell, but it sounded like stuff was being pushed. “Ah, good.” The voice uttered pushing a few more buttons. “We’re close to having enough of an understanding of that to start taking advantage of it. But there’s one more individual that we need.”

And then the person, who was in what looked to be some sort of hazmat suit would look at Wakaba and Sophia. “You are an anomaly. We will figure out how you came back to life after that mental shut down.” Wait, they knew all about that? What the hell was going on? Wakaba was more than worried now since this meant that in some way that this was personal. But, as she was about to get up to execute her plan, she felt something be put on her face and as she went to rise up, found herself entering the world of the unconscious once again...

#Musing #Guest Character: Wakaba Isshiki #Cognitive Researcher (Wakaba Isshiki IC)#Guest Character: Sophia #Short Stories (Drabbles)#angst tw #kidnapping tw #drugs tw

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oliviayamaoka · 3 years

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The Distraction (Danny Johnson / Jed Olsen / Ghostface x Reader)

Y/N encounters Ghostface, a snarky and creepy silent killer. However, he isn’t as silent as he is made out to be when you hit him with your toolbox in defense. To stall time for your survival and the progression of other generators, you decide to humor him and distract him for a long amount of time for the others.

Possible Warning: Sexual tension, slight blood, slight violence, and Danny having perverted thoughts (up to your interpretation on what he’s thinking)

You slowly vaulted over a wooden structure within Autohaven Wreckers. The green atmosphere felt very chilling and eerie, you didn’t like doing your trials in this realm. Your eyes averted to an untouched generator. Thank the Entity you didn’t hear a chainsaw revving or the menacing lullaby sung by the Huntress. Y/N kneeled down and began to work on the generator, putting their toolbox to the side. Who knew you’d become a mechanic of some sort within the Fog.

“Shit.” You mumble as you cut your arm slightly on something within it. For a moment you had considered using your toolbox but it was better to just save it for another time.

Y/N sighed and pulled down a lever before reattaching some wires. The generators always confused you. Not in a way where you didn’t know how to fix them but how the hell did they power up the exit gates? Oh well, it didn’t matter at that point. You were forced to do this by a literal god.

You suddenly gasped when you felt a firm grip pry you away from your generator. It must’ve been the killer. Y/N aggressively fought back and wiggled with desperate grunts and yells. You somehow managed to escape his grip, how the hell didn’t you hear him? You shoved him away but he grabbed your wrist tightly.

“Let go!” You yelled, hitting him as hard as you could since he seemed to have dropped his knife. You recognized the killer as Ghostface. He didn’t seem to think that you’d be able to get away the first time. Y/N’s eyes widened in shock and curiosity when she heard him darkly chuckle in amusement

“You’re like that bastard King.” He said to you as you both struggled. David was always verbal when ”fighting” the killers. He grunted as you kicked at his thigh, desperately trying to rip your arm away from him.

“Since when did you start talking?” You asked him, humoring him in pure panic. Ghostface was a bit thrown off that you even responded instead of screaming at the top of your lungs. In fact, he doesn’t recall anybody saying anything back to him other than David King or Yui Kimura saying something snarky after a successful vault.

“You’d be surprised--agh!” He grunted as you smashed your toolbox into his face as hard as you could. This definitely threw him off since it hurt just as much as the pallet stuns did. Was that even allowed? He adjusted his mask to keep it from falling off. His chin sure as hell hurt.

“Sorry.” Y/N said to him almost immediately, stopping for a moment. You weren’t sure why you felt sorry for the bastard in that moment. You once did something similar with the Trapper when he accidentally stepped in his own trap, there was a moment of silence between the two of you as you both stared.

“What do you mean sorry?!” He asked you angrily but he didn’t lunge or hit you. He seemed just as confused and caught up in the moment as you. You threw your arms up in defense, it was a psychological thing.

“It was instinctual! What was I supposed to do, let you stab and hook me?” You said to him as he stood up. Ghostface was much taller up close, it was strange.

“Well, yeah. You’re only supposed to fucken wiggle or try get off of the hook. It said those were the rules.” He argued as you turned your head to the side in disbelief at his behavior.

“Since when did you start abiding by the rules? Aren’t you supposed to be a serial killer or something?” Y/N questioned him.

“Uhhh, since that thing started torturing the other people who got trapped here. You think I wanna look like that fuckface with the chainsaw?” He said aggressively but you didn’t seem to back down at all. He was referring to the Hillbilly.

“He already looked like that, dumbass.” You say to him as he paused.

“Oh.” Ghostface responded before shaking his head to knock some sense into himself and began to try grab your wrist again. he tugged you closer when he did rather aggressively.

“What the fuck am I doing arguing with my prey.” He muttered as you pulled away again, taking a few steps back.

Ghostface, from your observation, was easily confused when talking to people. You figured it was normal since, well, when the hell did a psycho like him have time to talk to people? You recalled a conversation with Ace when you were upset due to one of your first trials. He had been previously married and referred to himself as a ladykiller, humoring the idea of trying to flirt with the Huntress. He was a wise dude despite being on the run from guys he owed money to, overall he made a good replacement father figure for a moment.

Clearly it was a bad idea but maybe instead of getting hooked or hurt, you could do what Ace jokingly suggested. It’d also be a funny story to tell some of your friends when this trial was over but it was scary thinking this could make him even more mad or aggressive. Oh, well, anything not to go through the pain again.

“Has anybody ever told you you’re handsome?” You asked, cringing at yourself for such a poor choice of wording.

“You don’t even know how I look.” He said, somewhat annoyed but loosened his grip slightly as you put your hand softly over his.

“That doesn’t matter. I feel like we could get to know eachother. I’m Y/N, by the way.” You say to him as he stopped completely, baffled even.

“What?” He asked in confusion.

“Think about it, if we have a nice little chat then I’m sure the Entity wouldn’t mind. And don’t get me wrong, I’ve been curious about your artwork. Or I guess you can say photography. I’m sure you have a collection.” You said.

“Right, like a puny thing like you would even understand what I do.” Ghostface said to you, crossing his arms. Admittedly, he seemed to slowly forget his objective when he began to even talk to you. Even he didn’t know why he kept responding to you.

“A puny thing like me? Oh, please. I’ve seen my fair share of blood and gore on the internet. I bet your photos wouldn’t even make me budge.” Y/N said.

“Really, now? I have a collection of photos of you and your little friends.” He said, getting rather defensive. Such a fragile ego, you thought.

“Oh, so you take photos of me?” You asked, pulling him closer. He seemed to freeze up when he was inches away from your face. Despite wearing the mask, he felt vulnerable. Why? You were just a survivor meant to be slaughtered.

“I don’t mean it like that.” He said firmly, although, it wouldn’t be a bad idea since you were rather attractive to him. Both physically and personality-wise. The thought amused him but he shook his head slightly.

“Shame. I could’ve offered you a special photoshoot.” Y/N said, enjoying getting into character at this point since all the generators should be done soon.

“A what?” He said, finally flustered. You couldn’t blame him. A survivor was practically seducing him. A part of him wanted to give in since he already wasted so much time just talking to you. There were, of course, other needs he needed satisfied. The idea of him showing no mercy on you got him hot and bothered.

“A special photoshoot. Just me and you, uhh... Ghostface?” You said to him, resting your eyes.

“It’s Danny--I mean, Jed.” He said to you. You raised your eyebrows in surprise that he even told you his name, you could even swear your cheeks warmed up for a second. No. no, you thought. Do not get distracted.

“Jed, huh? Sounds easy to yell.” You responded with a smirk.

At this point, Ghostface decided he definitely wanted you. He quickly gave into his desire since he had his own desires and fantasies he wanted to put at ease. Plus, a survivor like you giving yourself to him? It sounded too good to be true in his own dirty, messed up standards. He silently smirked behind his mask. Hooking and killing wasn’t the only way he wanted to hurt you now. He saw this as a way to properly get back at you for hitting him with your toolbox.

What did you get yourself into, he thought menacingly. Unbeknownst to him, you were already one step ahead of him. Ghostface wrapped his hands around your waist and brought you closer to him. Y/N froze for a moment but brushed her knee against his upper thigh in a rather suggestive manner. She didn’t think it would work yet it did.

“So, when do you want to do this, baby?” He asked you in a lower tone. You felt your cheeks flush and your heartrate beginning to increase but you had to stand your ground for a few more seconds. You looked away for a moment with an unimpressed stare.

“You’re such a gentlemen.” You said sarcastically, pushing away from him by his chest. The feeling of his leather and fabric was firm, you kinda liked that.

“Now what?” He asked in frustration. Your eyes averted towards the tools spread out on the ground from the box. Y/N came up with an idea.

“Pick my stuff up for me and maybe we can do something... quick.” You said, tugging your shirt downwards suggestively.

“Okay, okay. Fine.” Ghostface responded to you sarcastically.

He turned to look at the tools on the ground. Kneeling down, he set the toolbox upright and began to put the tools back. Ghostface found it interesting how such small tools can play a big part in fixing the generators faster. He’d be pissed off if some random fucker like the Clown came and busted it up after long, hard work. You watched him actually do as you asked. It was somewhat heartwarming. No, actually, it wasn’t. You didn’t wanna catch feelings for him.

Y/N looked around, inhaling quietly. He seemed focused on picking up the smaller tools. You weren’t sure when to make your move. Suddenly, a horn blasted. A feeling of relief washed through your body. His head popped up as you quickly sprinted away from him. Ghostface whipped his head around.

“Shit, fuck...!” He muttered. It was at this point where he realized what you did. He felt angry at himself for giving into his urges instead of just hooking you and killing you and your little friends. Ghostface smashed your toolbox against the generator in anger.

Standing up, he put his knife away. Despite being furious, he still found you attractive and confident for even trying that with him. It fueled a different urge within him. Oh, he would definitely make you pay. Not from the hooks, of course. He smirked at the idea of it and began to walk off to the other door once he began to calm down.

Y/N, he thought.

#ghostface #ghostface x reader #danny johnson #jed olsen #jed olsen x reader #danny johnson x reader #dead by daylight fanfic #dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #dbd x reader

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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I personally would *really* like to know more about Mace's intro to General Obi-Wan, and how Anakin and Obi-Wan interact in the mind space now. That's got to be so weird, right? Though I bet it's VERY useful when the kids are having some emotion or issue that they can't quantify or explain, or that they don't want to explain: ask the grownup versions and they'll be able to say what's going down. But I mean, in mind-space does OW & A's relationship average out into 'very affectionate (cont)

(cont) brothers who are *very* invested in each other's well being? (They can have the Dad conversation of 'please eat your veggies' from EITHER direction!) I'm imagining, just, a lot of lounging on each other. Mace is introduced to the older versions via meditation and the first thing OW does, even before saying hello, is stroll over to A, sit down, throw his legs across his lap and lean into his side. Also, imagine A coming to OW for advice in meditation, and Ben going to A for advice IRL.

My favorite part of the Jedi Babies AU is what adult!Obi-Wan's relationship with Anakin is like in the meditation-area, is what I'm saying. Followed by how the mini-versions of Soka and Ben act out in real space. The whole thing with them very seriously researching local law so they can hold accurate trials with their stuffed animals was adorable, and I loved how foreboding and mystic Ahsoka came off in the Dooku conversation.

I went back and re-read a bunch of the Jedi babies posts and I have to admit, this: "He gets headaches if he tries to think like an adult for too long, so he shifts between “Master Kenobi, helping Anakin figure out how to fix the world” and “literal child who just wants a nap and cuddles.”" actually probably answers all of my questions and means that adult!OW's relationship with Anakin is probably much the same, just. Still with more cuddles. And prob. with better communication/ less criticism.

OKAY SO (human) babies are like. Wired to require human contact. It's a chemical thing. If you hold a baby, the baby's body will make oxytocin and stuff like that, and the baby will be happy!

(And also not die. Babies can absolutely die without enough physical contact.)

So IRL/waking Soka and Ben are in a position where they constantly crave physical contact, because they are So Damn Young. Obviously, the main provider of that contact is Anakin, and each other, and Shmi, so they're pretty quickly accustomed to being really, really tactile with 'Dad.'

This transfers to the adult shared mindspace, in that they're so used to hugs and cuddles with Anakin that they all just kind of... drift together. The shaping of that physical contact isn't the same, for a variety of reasons, but there's a lot of leaning against each other, Soka lying down with her head in someone's lap, Anakin and Ben making sure their shoulders touch when they sit down, etc. When meeting Mace, they sit so that Anakin's got his arm over Ben's shoulders, which isn't that weird of a position for two adult men who consider each other brothers. They're less tactile, if only because adult General Kenobi can't crawl into Anakin's lap the way the kid version can, but there's still skinship and shared body heat and hugs. It's only weird if you remember that the older of them is currently the slightly creepy eight-year-old you met half an hour ago.

They are undeniably family in every manner, though. That part is never in question.

It's a little weird, moreso for Ben than for Soka. She's gone from little sister to daughter, but she's still 'younger female family member, who views Anakin as a loving authority on account of being an older family member.'

Ben's gone from parent to child, and when a solid 98% of his time is spent as the child, but the history is that of being the parent and being the one with advice, it's weird. They still mostly manage to make it work, though, because meeting up in the mindspace is usually done only for strategizing and whatnot, and gets less and less necessary as they get older. Soka's headaches-when-I-try-to-think-with-my-full-history taper off by the time she's about eighteen, physically; she’s actually two years older than she was at the point of time travel, by that point, but she’s got thirty years of memories so her brain needs a wee bit extra time to grow to hold all of it. Ben... I want to say early twenties for him, because he's got so much more to process.

By that point, they're... not quite who they were, but they're not exactly fresh new people, either. It was never a case of whether or not they'd 'meld,' because they were never really separate, just unable to access everything and limited by the wiring they had. As they can process more and more, they think with some of their old methods (e.g. critical thinking on how to assess propaganda, strategy patterns to approach a battlefield, rebuilding habits for lightsaber usage that they remember in theory but don't actually feel natural yet) in tandem with learning new ones from their new environment (e.g. learning Mandalorian battle logic, Tatooine survival priorities).

There's like. A whole thing in my brain about how Mandalorian, Tatooine, Jedi, Coruscanti, and Shili cultural and logic patterns interact.

WORD OF NOTE: I was an international business major who focused on intercultural communications and marketing. I'm thinking about these in terms of like... Hofstede's cultural dimensions and that whole thing where (I can't remember the actual term) a proper sentence in Russian looks like a run-on in English because the way we structure things looks completely different, and the way information is supposed to be presented when written in order for a person to optimally process what they're reading is completely different due to how we're all trained to learn, and when you pair that with the child psychology aspect of also learning new languages with adjusted neuroplasticity while slowly regaining access to full adult memories as time passes in which you have familiar but completely different cultural values that you now have to reconcile with the things you've learned to consider important with the people who are raising you--

I have a lot of thoughts on this sort of thing.

To put it lightly.

#anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #obi wan kenobi #ben kenobi #disaster lineage #star wars #the clone wars #time travel #de aging #Anakin and the Jedi Babies

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loyalshipper · 3 years

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May I introduce the Tumblr DC community to one of my two favorite Batfam AUs I have created. Bruce Wayne owns a hotel/museum near an ocean cliff and still has a chronic adoption problem but doesn’t fight crime. (If anyone writes this you can make it to where heroes still exist, the Batfam are the inly no capes)

WE still exists but it isn’t run by Bruce it is run by Lucius because back in the 60s Thomas and Martha bought the hotel and wanted that to be their legacy. They still die the same way but Bruce puts all his efforts into running and blossoming the hotel which was his parent’s dream project.

I’ll get back into the hotel in a minute I’m taking about the kids now

Dick is gotten a similar way, he visits the Cape with Haly’s Circus, his parents die because of faulty wiring sold to the circus by Zucco and Dick becomes an orphan. Bruce just so happened to use his one night off in a while to go see the circus. He keeps thinking about Dick and ends up adopting him. He helps Dick and the Circus bring Zucco to justice and sues the hell out of him and shuts down his business. (Adopted at 8))

Jason was found living in one of the shut down rooms of the hotel. Because his dad left and was in prison and his mom od. So Bruce treats him like a wild animal and starts to leave food out on a regular schedule until Jason gets comfortable with him and he adopts Jason. (five years younger than Dick)

Tim was the son of two wealthy archaeologists who were gone 11 out of the 12 months. Bruce met Tim because he liked to come into the museum and take pictures of the museum exhibits and hotel architecture and shoreline which he would develop and give copies to Bruce. So he opens his house to this little boy with a penchant for photography. Until one day Tim’e parents call Tim telling him that they are staying in Egypt permanently because the archeological dig is producing wonderous results and they’ll be hiring him an around the clock sitter. Only for Tim to wait three weeks and no one shows up. They went so far as to fire Ms. Mac but never hired a sitter for their son. So he goes to Bruce in tears and explains everything, because this is it-his parents finally did abandon him, and Bruce sues them for custody of Tim. (Three years younger than Jason, adopted at 7)

Damian was the result of a relationship Bruce had in college while studying hotel management and hospitality. Talia is the daughter of a hotel conglomerate owner who is currently trying to buy Bruce’s hotel so it can be torn down and Ra’s can built a new hyper expensive hotel in its place. Damian was sent to live with Bruce to try and get Bruce to have Damian inherit the hotel so Ra’s can get it and destroy it, but that backfired because instead Damian falls in love with the hotel and his new family (reluctantly) and wants to see the hotel and museum flourish, not tear down this historical piece of architecture to replace it with a soulless hotel only available to the wealthy elite. But something available to everyone that families vacation to because there is so much history and beauty in a thing that has stood for centuries. So Damian turns against Ra’s. Due not that while Damian and Tim do have a sibling rivalry it is not as vicious and cutting as it is in canon. They love each other they just don’t mesh well while in the same room. And yes, Damian still has his variety of pets (7 years younger than Tim)

Cass came to the hotel with her “father,” David Cain, who went to the Cape for business, and just ended up leaving and forgetting Cass at the hotel. He was still abusive and Cass had trouble speaking but he wasn’t “turn Cass into the world’s greatest assassin” abusive. After Bruce finds Cass, he sues Cain for parental custody and then ruins his life unrepentantly. (Couple of months older than Jason)

After Martha and Thomas died, Alfred took over managing the hotel while Bruce was still growing up and while he was getting his degrees, now he is the grandfather to Bruce’s many kids and helps to keep them running and cared for while they run and care for the hotel. He’s also the one that helps the new kids transfer into the life of running a hotel.

Barbara is the daughter of the Police Comissioner still who became friends with Dick and works, first part time at the museum/hotel and then full time. Same with Steph and Tim (1 year older than Dick)

Cullen and Harper work at the museum, Helena works at the hotel. Carrie does both. Duke is the newest acquisition. Only, his parents disappeared and no one has been able to find them yet. So Bruce currently had temporary custody of Duke who lives at the hotel with everyone. (Harper is a year older than Tim, Cullen is a year younger than Tim, Carrie is the same age as Jason, Duke is a few months younger than Tim)

Each person has different jobs. (Dick is concierge/check-in, Jason does guided history tours of the hotel/museum/grounds, Tim works in financials because he deals with the least amount of people, Helena, Carrie and Steph are both maids, Carrie also does janitorial stuff with Cullen, Barbara works hotel check-in with Dick, Barbara and Harper work cashier at the gift shop, Duke doesn’t have a job yet because he is still dealing with the disappearance of his parents, Damian does every job to see where he fits in best.

JARRO IS THE FAMILY PET STARFISH THAT TIM ADOPTED WHEN HE FIRST JOINED THE FAMILY AND RESCUED FROM BEING EATEN OFF THE BEACH

The hotel is still fully staffed with not-batkids, like grounds keepers and other hotel cleaners and janitors.

Location time!

I’m turning Gotham nicer and changing the geography of the city.

The hotel Museum rests about 200 yds from a cliff that overlooks a beach. There is a well maintained stair case put into the cliff for people to walk down, as well as a longer gravel path that follows the cliff edge down to the shoreline. It is frequented by seals, sea lions, and in the distance, dolphins and whales. The hotel it’s self has about 100 or so acres of land and a long drive but it is technically within walking distance to the city. And it’s a normal coastal town with a port and touristic areas. Kinda eerie at night when the fog rolls in but that’s part of the charm of the NorthEast.

Selina is just Bruce’s friend in this. She is Helena’s mother and Bruce was a surrogate for her. She decided she wanted a baby and Bruce offered to be a donor. So Selina had Helena and Bruce is part of her life but not as her dad, which was the agreement. Selina takes care of the stray animals on the grounds and favors the cats.

Clark is a reporter that was tasked to right an article on the hotel and it’s history, became good friends with Bruce and brings his family (Lois, Jon, Bizarro, Kon, Kara, Lena, Chris, Ma, Pa, and Lex) on vacation to it every year. Lex and Clark are divorced husbands that left on good terms and are friendly enough to coparent their son, Connor, who was made the same way as canon but less hush hush and illegally, Kara is Clark’s cousin and Lena is her fiancée, Lois is his wife, Jon and Bizarro are their two biological sons (Bizarro has autism), Chris is their foster son. Bizarro latches onto Jason in a way that he hasn’t before and always loves coming to the hotel, Jon and Chris are best friends with Damian, Connor and Tim are long distance dating.

Collin, Maya, and Maps are Damian’s best friends from school (Damian has a crush on Collin) and he’s trying to convince them to join the hotel staff like his siblings’ friends but they are a) too young and b) not interested.

Roy has all of his problems as in canon and gets help for it, so as a way to try and bring the family closer, Oliver and Dinah arrange a vacation to the hotel for them Roy and Lian. As a stepping stone kind of thing. Get away from daily stress. Roy is resistant at first until he and Jason hit it off and start talking and Jason talks sense into him and they strike up a friendship turned romance.

The Flashfam visit the museum diring a countrywide roadtrip and mad the stop because Bart is a history buff and wouldn’t stop talking about it the entire trip. He becomes fast friends with Tim and is the only person to ever get a Tim Wayne history tour. No matter what Kon tells you he is super salty about it. Wally and Dick were internet friends and used the roadtrip as a way to be able to meet up.

Thad is the obligatory complainer who doesn’t want to stay in a musty old hotel.

Ivy is the main grounds keeper and is in charge of the native wildlife sanctuary most of the land is used for, as well as taking care of the native plantlife and lives in town with her girlfriend, Harley. Harley helps the kids prank Bruce.

Harley is a children’s psychiatrist hired by Bruce to help the kids deal with their various traumas. Her coming to the hotel for sessions is how she and Ivy met.

They started dating between Dick and Jason and Dick talks up each of them to the other, but each individual kid that comes in think they’d be cute together (since they are both professional while working there isn’t immediate proof that they are dating. But they will flirt with each other if they see each other) and it’s basically a right if passage to try and convince their siblings to help them get together and then try and set them up on their own and find out the hard way that they’re already together. They love seeing all the different way the kids try and set them up. They tend to go along with it until either the kids realise or they take pity on them.

Their favorite was Damian’s where he set up an entire romantic dinner at the hotel restaurant and Dick managed to slyly convince him to set it on a certain day that turned out to be Harley and Ivy’s anniversary.

Alfred is the head chef for the hotel, making room service meals and the breakfast buffet line up. Jason will help him out if he isn’t busy with other things.

Victor Fries and his wife hold an ice cream social ever summer at the hotel with all the ice cream flavors they came up with over the last year.

Edward Nygma, famous escape room designer, is hired to make an escape room themed on the hotel and museum that is built on the grounds near the main building.

Another ritual that starts, begins with Tim, where the older siblings convince the newest one that the hotel is haunted and Jason takes them on a “haunted ghost tour” of the abandoned part of the hotel (the part that is too dilapidated and run down to remodel safely) while the others are stationed at different parts of the hotel and grounds to run whatever scenario to scare the new kid. The only one that hasn’t been done to is Cass because even after several years she still jumps a little too hard at loud noises. But one time Jason accident closed a door a little too harshly while Cass and Tim were doing something and it caused her to jump so hard she knocked over Tim and started crying. They were contemplating whether she was strong enough to do it or not and that cemented that she wasn’t.

Tim and Cass are nearly inseparable and are commonly referred to as the Wayne Twins. For Halloween they decided to go as each other.

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daydreamed-snippets · 3 years

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hello! i absolutely adored your addition to gingerly’s prompt ask :) i was wondering if you could continue it, and no worries if you can’t! thanks <3

I realize the more I write this the longer it’s getting. I probably have imagined six parts or more???? I have other WIPs that need attention, but I am so, so, so, so thankful that you like the first part of my prompt response to @gingerly-writing I’m going to post this and then part 3 hopefully tomorrow 👀 👀 👀 👀Maybe??? then take a small break to post some other stuff. Lol this is a continuation I didn’t really plan for, but am definitely excited about!!

@chibicelloking @lolafaiy

Part One Here

A dull thrum of voices stirred sidekick out of surly drowsiness. The articulation of words was muddied, coming across as garble before snapping into clarity the more they roused. There was “monitor vitals”, “recommended range”, “even by a fraction” that registered in the back of their mind. Teammates must be running some tests again.

But they couldn’t move. Not a muscle. They weren’t paralyzed, they were just restrained. Which was odd because that wasn’t—

They felt the string back around their neck again. That feeling of dread rustled, usually abating when they returned to headquarters and the familiarity of their bunk. Memories came no longer concealed by lethargy. Of the teammates being pinned down by supervillain. Of their oh-so-brave self-sacrifice. Of teammates using The Machine to pry open a portal. Of sidekick losing consciousness in supervillain’s arms.

Sidekick held their breath, letting out a quiet moan. It didn’t work, did it? Teammates didn’t make it to that sewer way after supervillain choked them into unconsciousness. And if they did, they were unable to save sidekick. They were captured.

So what now?

Policy would have them stay mute. To be uncooperative. To trumpet bravado and bare their teeth.

Policy would have their self-sacrifice complete its course to martyrdom.

Feeling their sinew stretch to uncomfortable lengths, the sidekick’s mind fortified itself, resolved to do their due diligence. They could die for the cause. They were trained to do so. Engrained by doctrine, encouraged parables of valor, and promises of glory. They weren’t a hero, yes, but they’d surely get a hero’s burial. A hero’s honor, and admittance to the halls of the nobly fallen. After all, it was promised to those slain for the cause.

Noting how their wrists were held high above their head and were bound together, sidekick tensed their muscles against the wire to test how well it held their arms, chest, hips, and legs still. They were hanging in midair, everything was drawn taut, everything perfectly balanced so that the threads bowed them back like a rag doll on display; fraying and terribly exposed.

At least it didn’t cut their skin this time.

The easy solution: they could mount a daring escape by making a portal around themselves. No on second thought due to calculation risks, they could make approximately 47 mini portals, severing the strings. Then once they got a better gauge of the room, they could make one large enough for them to drop through. They doubted they would be able to go far, maybe outside this room after they opened their eyes and calculated the circumference of it. Their weakness lies in the fact that not knowing where they were meant they were limited in where they could go. Power hinging on all of the maps in their head. If they could just see it on the map then they could calculate the needed trajectory and portal to it.

But they had neither the time nor the luxury for that now.

Taking all 47 at a time, sidekick opened dime-size portals an inch above where the wires met their skin. Calculations playing in the background of their psyche. They had to be precise—they must have caution or risk searing flesh from bone. Wire fractured and cracked in midair, and sidekick dropped a small length, feet hitting the floor, knees buckling.

They barely had a second to get up.

A shrill alarm, jarring, and ear-splitting sounded.

Fire followed, blazing across their skin, only somehow from the inside radiating out, originating from their neck, and spiraling down. They writhed under the voltaic ministrations, convulsing until it ceased, finally falling limp.

Someone came to stand before them, and sidekick considered the familiar boots warily before flicking their gaze up, proximity kick-starting their heartbeat. And it ran wild. Supervillain settled before them, appearing polished, normal costume hidden under a button-up shirt loosely tucked into a pair of trousers. A light pea coat pulled the ensemble together. Their expression, however, looked like they were ready to pounce, eyes veiled behind a tight expression.

“Perfect. You’re awake.”

Should sidekick go for bravado, or would a more fearful submissive approach best serve them, now that their escape attempt has failed? Unsure, sidekick opted for a mix of both, figuring, at any rate, the body count associated with supervillain alone would suggest that they tread carefully. “Wh-what did you do to me? My teammates—”

“Your teammates don’t know where you are, and it’s going to stay that way for a while." They crouched agilely, a panther before a frightened yearling, tucking a finger under their chin to hold their complete attention. "I would advise against doing anything that would jeopardize your standing with me, puppy. Like trying to use your power to escape. I am not what one would call longsuffering. I may have shown you a smidgen of my mercy but don’t expect it to be par for the course." Supervillain motioned to the room with a nod. "If you’re wondering where you are, may I present to you my humble garrison. This is the medical wing, with medic and assistant behind me. We’ve removed the association’s tracking device, and replaced it with something far more fetching.”

Trailing a thumb down their neck, supervillain fiddled with the band around their throat, a neatly fitted collar. How did sidekick not notice that? It felt not much different from supervillain’s wires—something foreign and constricting. Ears burning, their face paled, sweat lining their brow. If this could get worse or more humiliating, they weren’t sure how.

Threading a finger through the ring, supervillain wrenched sidekick off the ground, onto their hands and knees like a true dog.

A strangled mewl tore from the sidekick’s throat.

“You do get the gist of this, don’t you, darling? You’re a clever one. Make a portal without my direct order, and this device will give you an electric shock that will render you immobile at best, unconscious at worst.” Their shoulders lifted in a slight shrug. “And it hurts like hell, or so I’m told so that should be incentive enough.”

Oh no.

This was worse.

So much worse than anything sidekick had endured at the Hero’s Association. Ignoring their basic human needs, ok. They can handle that. Belittling them, playing passive-aggressive games? Cool, cool, cool, cool. The occasional punishment? Everyone endures the intermittent blow or two. Suck it up, sidekick. But humiliation like this? They wanted to crawl under a rock and never be seen again.

“Y-you,” they stammered, dread churning, turning into something they hadn’t felt in a while. Rage. “You, you, you jerk!”

“You jerk?” supervillain echoed a deep chuckle. “Dear lord, you know you should be thanking me, my very young and inventive labradoodle. One, for not taking your life as I had wanted. Two, for not ringing out your delicate neck despite that little stunt just now. And, three for rescuing you from such neglectful owners—”

“I will never thank you for that!”

Silence filled the room, allowing the mechanical hum of lab equipment to permeate. Medic and assistant tossed glances at each other over supervillain's shoulder, as a shadow passed over supervillain’s face. That thumb returned to sidekick’s lips, the latter’s breath catching at their misstep. “You said they.”

“W-what?”

“When you spoke about your teammates, and how they’ve been fighting me all of these years. You said they. Not we’ve been fighting, but they. You haven’t used a single possessive pronoun when speaking about the six of you—or anyone in the association for that matter.”

No. No, sidekick didn’t mean it like that. They belonged. They were a team. They are a team.

“You keep them separate from yourself,” the supervillain continued, stoking their cheek absently. “Whether consciously or unconsciously, you do. From the short time I discovered that it was a person and not a machine behind the Hero’s Association’s success, I’ve learned this: your ideals are of self-immolation. You offer yourself up as a lamb for your teammate’s success; for the association’s success. You foolishly stare down your enemy in hopes for what? Recognition? Adoration? That’s clearly not working, is it? I simply called you a dazzling diamond in the ruff, and you flushed like someone newly in love.” That tone was back. A wanton timbre for power, and sidekick face colored on command. They brought their hand up to hide it. “Your actions are like a puppy: young and misguided. Training will fix it.”

Throwing them a salacious grin, supervillain called another thread to their hand and knotted it around sidekick's collar ring. Easing off of their haunches, they stood, the wire going slack. “I will delve into these mysteries soon enough. Just as you will come to discover, in due time, that you are much better off with me than against me.”

Sidekick blood boiled, finally at the tipping point.

They saw red.

Supervillain thought they knew them? Thought that they were such an open book? Palms fisting, sidekick wanted very much to strike out at the supervillain. To wipe that knowing looking off their face. A feat, they realized, that could accomplish with words. And something this time with more punch than ‘jerk’. Screaming, they let out an uncharacteristic string of curses; ones they’d heard in passing, ones that had even been directed at them. Being a human gateway didn’t afford them many friends their own age or otherwise, and the other heroes were quick to ruffle their hair, and blame them for mishaps than befriend them.

Supervillain didn’t move. Even to tighten the leash.

But medic spoke out.

“Eh, yo, villy, your puppy be barking at you. Want me to shut them up?” Their crisp white coat stood in neat contract to their rich skin; voice speaking of hardship and closely won battles. Finger hovering over their datapad.

“Give it a minute,” supervillain said, as sidekick let out one last cry, fists hitting the cold tile, utterly spent. They bent over, muscles quivering in release. “See, it wasn’t necessary, medic. This particular breed responds to a more patient touch.”

“All that patient touch and you gon’ be wondering why you got missing fingers. Look, I don’t know about pets, but, this seems real sus.”

“Good thing you’re not in charge of them.”

“I guess, tho, I just be saying,” they let out a sigh, shaking their head, returning their attention to a beeping screen. “You know how much I love them pathetic animals.” Medic shot a look at sidekick, as their eyes bounced between the two, mouthing I don’t, and slid their thumb across their neck when supervillain wasn’t looking.

Sidekick almost whimpered.

Supervillain flexed their hands, fingers gracefully dancing as wires loosened from the ceiling, fell in a heap on the ground then receded altogether, sheltering in the supervillain’s pea coat. Only the one wire connected to their collar remained visible, wrapping itself around the supervillain’s wrist that. Like a bracelet, they tucked it away in their sleeve, then opted to move rather than command sidekick to heel.

Lurching forward, sidekick had no choice but to follow.

#others prompts #continuation #sidekick #supervillain #part 3 soon

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ATTENTION: This is some recent information about the current events with Chris Chan that I've been able to find, plus additional information that I couldn't find anything on that is now public knowledge.

ALL videos about any updates will be linked so you can watch them for yourself, if you wish.

Again, OBLIGATORY trigger warning: This post will be going into very sensitive subject matter, including r@p3, s3xual assault, elder abuse, and inc3st. I will also be mentioning the site Kîwî F@rm$ and the person who runs it (Null). DON'T go onto Kîwî F@rm$. Just stay away from there. It's like 4chan (another site full of REALLY fucked up shit, depending on which forum you go to), but worse.

If anything I mentioned is triggering for you or makes you otherwise uncomfortable in any way, you don't have to read this post. It's not worth putting yourself in a bad state mentally. Take care of yourself, please. Consume media that sparks joy for you.

ALRIGHTY, LET'S GET TO IT. Because there's quite a lot of bullshit that happened since the first post I made about the current events. And some more information that will most likely be the nail in the coffin for Chris. I'm patiently waiting for more updates as they come and I'll share them here as soon as possible.

The person Chris was in a call with was revealed to be a troll under the name "Bella". The screenshots of messages and the audio from the call have all been confirmed to be real.

It's also been revealed that Chris confided in Null about her having a girlfriend, having s3x with her, all that. Here's a list of things to describe this "girlfriend" below, which I will compare to Barbara in bold:

This woman is "in her over fifties". (Barbara is eighty years old. Most people would assume that someone's in their late fifties when this terminology is used. Eighty is well over fifty.)

Her favorite person was the late Adam West in the 60s, as it was "for her son back then". (I don't know if Chris is referring to her half-brother Cole Smithey [he does movie reviews, and he's most famous for being one of the only people to give Toy Story 3 a negative review] here, or if she's referring to herself before she came out as trans. I'm adding this here anyway.)

Chris has known this woman "for a long time", offline and in-person. (OBVIOUSLY she's known Barbara her whole life, since she's, AGAIN, HER MOTHER! DUH.)

They've been having s3x "every three nights". (Like how Chris admitted to doing to her defenseless mother. PRETTY FUCKING FISHY, IF YOU ASK ME.)

They began having s3x on June 27th. (The same day that Chris admitted to doing to Barbara.)

This woman was an accountant when she was younger. (Barbara's job was EXACTLY this.)

Chris said she feels grateful to "enlighten" her girlfriend with s3x play that she (the woman) "missed from even her exes". (I didn't mention this in my initial post, but if you chose to watch the videos that were linked, Chris mentioned that Barbara's boyfriends and ex-husbands "have never been able to make her 0rg@$m" like Chris did. SHE EVEN MENTIONED HER LATE FATHER. THAT'S FUCKING DISGUSTING AND DISRESPECTFUL.)

Chris has been "keeping her girlfriend safe" too. (She had been "taking care of Barbara" since Bob, her late father, passed away. This right here is proof alone that she was talking about HER MOM!)

Her girlfriend "didn't want to do it at first", it was "very painful" for Chris's girlfriend in the beginning, and it took a few tries for them "to get going". This included Chris doing it FOR her because she thought her girlfriend would "feel better" due to her lack of mobility and lucidity. (Chris said all of this exact stuff TO "BELLA" during their call.)

Null initially thought that Chris was lying about sleeping with her mother to cover up the fact that she had a girlfriend and having s3x with her. Why? Because apparently people would believe Chris would have s3x with her mother than some other unknown woman. Chris told Null to keep her girlfriend's identity secret because she was afraid her girlfriend would get trolled and she'd end up losing her.

What Null realized was that what Chris told him completely matched the description of Barbara. Note that before he looked into this, he was unaware of the context Chris was giving him about her "girlfriend".

It's extremely possible now that Chris admitted to s3xually assaulting Barbara to Null and "Bella", but she wanted Null to keep it confidential. Chris wanted NULL to keep the fact that she admitted to committing a VERY serious crime A SECRET.

If Chris WAS actually lying, she'd use a lot more CWCisms (her own phrases) or say that she was "using her psychic powers" to have s3x with Barbara's fictional counterpart in another dimension. But no, Chris was VERY straightforward and talked about it casually like if you were to talk about the weather.

Chris, according to Null, slept in a parking lot in her car the other night. At least for a few hours, though I don't remember where the FUCK else she slept (maybe a hotel room eventually), considering she had -$200 in her bank account. I believe some people who are in contact with Chris sent her some money to get food too.

Null revealed that he set up a GoFundMe previously for Chris to attend a Brony convention, which was a test to see how Chris would be able to handle commissions. The GFM was successful, to say the least. Chris fulfilled commissions successfully, DESPITE NOT WORKING ON THE FUCKING COMIC. Y'KNOW, THE THING SHE'S PAID FOR ON PATREON TO DO!

Well, due to recent events, he has since taken down the GFM and is refunding all the money to all the donors. He was debating on sending Chris money (the GFM money, since Chris isn't able to go to the Brony convention), but he decided not to do so. He told Chris to sleep in her car, spend the night under the stars, and reflect on her current situation until the morning, when Null would help her find a temporary roof over her head until August 5th.

Barbara tightly manages Chris's finances. Those are Null's words, not mine. You want to know why Barbara's been having trouble with the house and shit? CHRIS HAS BEEN STEALING MONEY FROM HER FOR YEARS. HER CREDIT IS ALL SORTS OF FUCKED, SHE'S BURIED IN DEBT, AND IT'S CHRIS'S FAULT. THE PERSON WHO'S SUPPOSED TO BE TAKING CARE OF HER.

How did we find out about Chris recently getting more money, specifically $750? Well, Null has had access to Chris's emails for the past few years (Chris knows this), and he found an email that Barbara had sent Chris money.

That's a violation of the EPO (Emergency Protective Order) that was put into affect for Barbara. Chris was NOT supposed to contact Barbara in ANY way, shape or form.

Null asked Chris about this and told her that this was a violation of the EPO. He asked her if her mom sent her money. Chris denied it at first, and then went into the whole goddess bullshit she goes into. She then admitted to accessing Barbara's banking account online and wiring the $750 to HER account. Chris also said that she'd pay her back the $750 after receiving the $1000 that Null was supposed to send to Chris. Null was obviously upset with what Chris had done. Who wouldn't be?

Guess what Null did in reaction to what Chris told him? HE BLOCKED CHRIS AND REPORTED HER TO THE POLICE. I'm honestly surprised he stuck with her this long. He genuinely wanted to see Chris become a better person.

It's only a matter of time for Chris's arrest. With all this information that's out there now, more information probably coming very soon, plus people close to Chris confirming all of this....I feel it's safe for me to say that Chris did s3xually assault her mother.

I don't feel bad for Chris anymore. I have no sympathy for Chris. Any ounce of respect for this person has been long since gone. I don't feel comfortable even referring to Chris as a person. She's a monster.

I talked about Chris a few times a few years ago on Instagram, and I got yelled at for tearing this motherfucker apart. Because apparently I was an "ableist bully" for having my grievances with Chris, despite the fact that I'm autistic too and I've never "bullied" Chris for being autistic. Not even once. My grievances had more to do with Chris using her mother and their animals to exploit them for her own monetary gain INSTEAD OF TRYING TO FIND A JOB. I've even tried to suggest that she go work through a temporary work industry and get paid daily. (At that time, I didn't know that trying to interact with Chris wasn't a very good idea. I've since learned, obviously.)

Here's a link to Gibi's video:

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Dillon Thomas's video:

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The stream with Null:

youtube

Geno Samuel's stream:

youtube

Here's Rogue's video and live stream he did about the situation. Rogue is one of my FAVORITE YouTubers, as edgy as his content is.:

youtube

Thank you for your time.

#mello speaks #tw chris chan #chris chan #anti chris chan #tw sex assault #tw r@pe #tw elder abuse #cw kiwi farms #cw 4chan #chris chan is disgusting #justice for barb #gibi #dillon thomas #rogue the internet man #geno samuel #josh null #Youtube #tw inc*st

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serrj215 · 3 years

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Road Trip

"On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair" He sang with the radio. He couldn't be more off-key if he tried. As the song went on he fumbled and mumbled half the words. "da da Hoooteeel California"

Beast Boy found himself looking out a windshield. He was in a car, traveling on a highway heading north. It was either very late or ungodly early. Rain was lightly falling on the windshield and save for the headlights and the occasional street lamp it was pitch black. His head was resting against the passenger window. He sat up in the seat, straitening his back trying to remember where he was and what was going on.

"There he is!" The driver says. "You've been out for almost 300 miles, you missed me doing a heartbreaking rendition of Margaritaville about an hour ago. I might have missed my calling."

Beast Boy turned to see a skinny but older man in the driver's seat. He had shaggy blond hair that was months overdue for a trim, and was graying around the temples. When the street lights passed through the windows, he could see he had grey-blue eyes behind chrome wire-rimmed glasses. He must not have shaved for the last few days. The driver's voice was friendly and familiar but Beast Boy couldn’t place it.

The driver arched his back in his seat, stretching tired muscles. "Aggh, I am fading. Don’t get old Gar, trust me. You ready to switch?"

Beast Boy just sat there staring at him as the music ended and the driver turned down the radio.

"Gar, you still asleep?" He asked glancing at him before turning his attention back to the road. "Will stop for gas soon, I will buy you a cup of coffee. Three sugars right?"

"Um, Yea." Beast Boy didn’t know what to say which was new for him. He knew the driver and the driver knew him or at least knew him well enough to know how he likes his coffee. He just couldn’t pull the name from his mind. This man was important, he was safe with him but at that moment he would love to see his driver's license.

"If you pay a few more bucks for the good stuff you don’t need all that sugar. There used to be a little coffee place near the university, they roasted their own beans. I will take you, If it is still there it's been almost 20 years."

"What time is it?" Beast Boy asked.

"Well it's too early for breakfast and too late for dinner " He replied with a smile "but we’re making good time."

Beast Boy knew he had heard that expression before. In fact he was sure that he had used the expression before. But before he could think too much about it.

"Please thank Raven for me," he said. "You found a good one Gar, It's not many women that would be okay with this. I mean especially with a little on the way. " He flipped the turn signal and started merging to the right. "I just hate planes. I think it's worth it taking 14 hours to get someplace if it means I get to pick what and when I eat and I am not stuck in a metal tube with no leg room."

"I guess I am lucky I can fly myself " Beast Boy responded then in unison they both said.

"But boy do your/my arms get tired!"

They both started laughing at the very old humor.

"So when is Raven due again?" the driver asked

"Late September."

"So that means you and Raven got frisky right around New Year’s or the Christmas party?

"HEY!?" He responded he could feel the blood rush up his neck.

"Oh, what?!" The driver expounded. "I am one of the foremost experts in primate biology, also I used to be 22 with a hot wife. " He laughed to himself. "You going to tell me that you and Raven go out and save the world, then go home and play Jenga?"

Beast Boy just retreated a bit in embarrassment leaning back against the door.

"You know you should keep it up, it can help with a lot of the pregnancy symptoms. The stress management and blood pressure benefits alone-"

"I do not want to talk about this!"

"Okay. Okay, changing the subject. Have you settled on names yet?" He started again not letting this conversation end. "I know its tradition to name the firstborn son after the Mother's father but I doubt you're going to do that!"

"Yea that’s a no." "We were thinking of Marie for a girl."

"Your mother would love that."

The exit came up and the driver pulled off the highway into a gas station. He turned off the car and tossed Beast Boy the keys. "Okay throw $20 in it, I will get the coffee and you one of those peanut butter jobs if you don’t tell your mother I am getting one too. She worries"

"Dad?!"

"Yea?" he said looking at his son straight on.

Beast Boy really saw him for the first time with the car's dome light.

"Your dead."

Mark Logan heard that statement and mentally weighed it, after a moment. He said with a smile that Beast Boy had only seen in old photos. "Yea, but I am still around."

The door slammed.

Beast Boy shot up in bed and then tumbled out of it onto the floor, taking the covers with him. He pushed himself up onto his hands and knees trying to get a hold of reality.

"eg Gar are you okay?" Raven struggled a bit to sit up in bed. She wrapped her arms around herself. "And may I have the blanket back?"

Beast Boy got up, gathered the covers, and made the bed over his pregnant wife. As he tucked her in he told her about the dream.

"Are you okay? She asked laying on her side looking up at him.

"Yea, I mean it was weird but it was just a dream." he said not sure if he was buying that himself.

"Was it?"

"Rae? Are you saying that was real?”

"Gar, we have seen so much, different dimensions, time travel, different levels of existence. We have been to so many places and met beings that can use reality as a plaything. it wouldn’t be unheard of that you were visited." she said just before a long yawn.

"Really?"

"No." she put a small but sympathetic smile on her sleepy face. A pale hand slipped out of the blankets to take his. "We have talked about this before Gar. I know you are-"

"Scared shitless"

"Apprehensive." she corrected "But I know you are going to be a good father. I know you wish your parents were here to help, but we have family and we are going to be okay."

"Yea I know Rae, there is just so much I wish I could ask."

"We will figure it out. Try to relax we have a big day tomorrow. Now come to bed, you neglecting your duties as my personal bed warmer."

He kissed her hand before letting it disappear back under the blanket. "Okay, I will be there in a minute," he said before walking off.

Beast Boy looked flipped on the bathroom light and went to the sink. He splashed some water on his face a few times and ran his wet fingers through his hair. He straightened up and looked in the mirror, when he saw his face he jumped back a bit.

He slowly touched his face, making sure that the person in the glass was doing the same. Somehow he had missed it. He would look at himself every day, and see the goofy kid he was when he joined the Titans. That night he looked in the mirror and saw his father. His skin, eyes, and hair were still green but his chin, and nose, even the barely controlled chaos of his hair was the same as his Dad's.

Maybe Rae was right. Could it be he was trying to tell himself something? Could it be that in the vastness of creation and all of the unknown his father did visit him? Could it be that he just saw the Lion King too many times?

He took a few deep breaths and headed back to bed. He found his wife where he left her lying on her side, the blankets pulled tight around her. He carefully climbed into bed kissing Raven's head. But before he settled in he leaned over to whisper to his wife's belly. "Grandpa says hello, and he loves you."

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This story has been with me for a bit. My father passed a year ago this month. We didn't see eye to eye about many things as I got older. When I do remember when we did get along it was when we were on the road together. Long road trips going up and down I-95, where we could talk. In the passenger seat is where my father would forget that I was his son and we could talk like two men.

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