IF U EVER ACCEPTED CUSTOM PLUSH COMMISSIONS AND I COULD AFFORD IT I WOULD ABSOLUTELY ASK U 2 MAKE A LIL TYLER. I TRUST U W ITS DESIGN (OBVIOUSLY)

Bro that'd be so epic /gen 👀👀 custom plushies take me a While but!! I think I have the necessary colors, so who knows I might be able to start making a custom Tyler soon!

lmao i always said i wanted to marry a rich man and ended up with another broke college student. string me up just like edwina. everyone says they want to marry someone rich. that doesn’t make edwina a bad person. stop holding her to impossible standards. are y’all forgetting about s1 anthony listing all the things wrong with various suitors of daphne’s? or when kate literally compiled a list of “suitable” (read: titled) men that were in her mind good enough for edwina? that was how it was back then, not to mention edwina likely knew that her family was running out of money (just not about the scheme with the sheffields) and knew that it would bring prosperity to her FAMILY. i’m tired of people acting like edwina was so selfish when she was doing HER duty - the one kate gave to her - too.

Listen... My mom didn't marry a rich man, but she always told me to do it if I could pull it off in a way that made me happy. I've always wanted to marry a rich guy, if I at all could. And when I say rich--I don't think we're all lining up to marry Elon Musk here. But as someone who has had to work like... 3+ jobs at once to make end's meet... Yeah. I would like to marry someone who makes it so that I can have alllll my bills paid, while being able to see a concert a few times a year, or go on a nice vacation once a year. You don't have to be fabulously wealthy to do that, but you do need to be somewhat comfortable.

But burn the witch if she doesn't wanna be financially stressed, I guess!

The thing is? And this is something the show really doesn't super address--if the family was *that* financially stressed, Kate very much could've made a go of it on the marriage market in India. There was an eight year age gap between her and Edwina, and at one point she mentions spending "the last eight years" teaching Edwina how to be a perfect lady. That means Kate started at 18.

Yes, the Sheffields could've given them *more* money, but if Kate had found a reasonably well off husband, whether that be in India or England, she could have potentially taken care of Mary and Edwina. Maybe not in the same level of wealth that she could have through the Sheffield inheritance, but to a degree. I'm not going to delve into whether Kate's hypothetical other husband would've felt obligated to help the way Anthony would have because he loved her... But honestly, this is something the show kind of fucked up by having the girls be in India for years.

At 18, Kate was ripe for marriage, and we know literally nothing about Bridgerton!verse India besides it existing and Kate loving it. Kate was the daughter of a well-respected man, a royal secretary, so it's like... Hard for me to believe that no man in India of decent standing would've wanted her. She wouldn't have even had to have spent the money on traveling to England for a season. She could've stayed there and tried to find someone--and if she wasn't able to find a kind, reasonably comfortable man who was okay with even having Mary and Edwina live in the guest bedroom lol... Fine. Sure.

But I tend to think more, based on her character, that she either thought so little of herself that she didn't think this possible... Which doesn't seem likely, or she didn't want to and reinforced this by saying to herself "It's Edwina's role to be this amazing incredible lady who marries a rich guy and gets a princess-like life". I think there was a combination of Kate's own desires, her dreams for Edwina, the lure of the Sheffield inheritance... and like, probably some plot hole shit the writers didn't think of.

Kate did give Edwina that responsibility, when she had plenty of time to try for it herself. I'm not even saying commit to setting out to find a husband for sure--like, giving it a year before throwing your hands up and saying "WELP! Nobody who can support us wants me" would make sense too. For someone so practical (in theory) this didn't super make sense to me.

Hi! I don't know if this is an annoying/difficult question, sorry if it is, but do you have any advice at all for modelling sims based off real people? Your sims are SO crazy good. When I try to make them they end up looking... eh... Vaguely like the person? But there's a huge gap between that and some kind of 'spark' some simmers seem to manage to capture.

Hello! Definitely not annoying. Difficult, as in how difficult it is to answer? Maybe. I'm gonna go off on a couple of tangents. But I'm gonna try my best to explain the process. Which isn't really much of one sorry.

There's a handful of tutorials and tips out there regarding reference photos and like... proportions and all that so I won't cover that.

I use that as a general guide of course, but mostly I just save some photos of the person at various angles and focus on one feature or two at a time. Literally going back and forth between reference photo and my game. I think if you try to get everything at the same time, it really makes it easy to get frustrated with whatever your sim looks like at the moment. Making sims in general is a combination of a LOT of things depending on your style.

I can point out ALL the flaws with my sims based on real people. In my experience, it’s about getting the defining features of a person close enough to the real thing so that it resembles them. I don't think you need a complete copy to get the point across, however i do think some people and features are harder to emulate than others. I've been working on some sims for YEARS, and they still don't work out lol

and take a look at this progression on my sim based on Z4ne H0ltz starting back in 2015!

that first screenshot:

Personally, I get a little lost if I work on a sim too much all at once. I find some time away makes me less tired and frustrated. Just pace yourself :)

Also if you need any help, shoot me a message here or on discord. I promise I don't judge or anything.. it's sims who cares lol

TO START...

I suggest starting with the head and its shape. Starting off with a game-generated sim, the first slider I get to is head width. It's usually too dang wide for my tastes. And then adjusting the general position of the the features. You can always change things later, so you don't have to know exactly what you're going to do, but as I've mentioned before, sculpting sims up in CAS is just practice with sliders! Also in the long run, you may want to use Pu+Chi House's Smooth Face Normals slider! I attempt to explain and show what it does here. I've uploaded the slider here: https://simfileshare.net/download/984204/

This is gonna be a doozy sorry in advance if the read more doesn't work

SLIDERS SLIDERS SLIDERS

Big sliders like Pu+Chi House’s face shape sliders dramatically change the face shape, and it could save you a lot of time! I highly suggest using these to get rid of the weird large jaw sims can get.

Play with different sliders and how they interact with one another! Example: jaw width and Cheek Fullness affect the same area. if you need a wide jaw and don’t want cheek distortion, you can use cheek fullness, lower the jaw width slider and then edit the cheekbones from there

 Knowing what sliders move what and how it can work to your advantage is key! I cover this in my reply post about noses.

For visual reference:

I start out with my nose but I want the nostrils to sit further on the outside

so i go in and use the nose width slider and raise it to widen the lower nose:

Then lower the nostril scale slider

Comparison:

as you can see, i kind of achieved what I wanted, but also widened the nose tip too! Welp, that takes another slider I have, Tip Width. And I'll adjust that accordingly! It's really just a matter of what you're going for and what you're going to have to compensate for as a result!

That said, our community has made some awesome sliders that open up so many possibilities and even eliminate the need to do that multi-slider tango. I wouldn't even know where to begin (wish I wanted to make videos because I could talk for an hour about sliders)

For example @pitheinfinite made sliders that can make sims look better and more realistic, I'm jealous at what they've achieved!

They have their Inner Corner to Nose slider that moves an area of the sim's face hat make eyebags and the shadows and lines appear farther out from the inner eye. It saves you from having to use cheek sliders to mimic the effect and thus ruining the face shape you have going

It's truly an INDISPENSABLE slider. One of many!

Since I make sliders, I usually just make some to specifically fix whatever issue I'm having. Granted they're made with general function in mind, which makes my cheater-y way of making things happen more useful in the future. I have about 50 experimental unfinished sliders in my game and can tell you that all my current sims use them for some reason or other. So I'm not working with nothing, I guess?

EYE SPY 👁

The best way to really get nice accurate looking sims is the eyes.

Pay attention to the slant of the eye, the shape and position of the upper and lower eyelids. you can use the game’s Eyelid Height slider, and AWT’s Eyelid width and height sliders (and many more)

and especially where the iris (green) sits relative to the eyelid. getting that shape and eyeball positioned correctly really makes a HUGE difference

I do suggest Bloom’s Eye slider (left and right) that rotate the eyes left and right. That along with their Lazy eye sliders can give your sims a less symmetric face and position the eyes to be FAR more accurate and realistic than the default.

I also recommend their vertical sliders (Eye lift or drop) to help with eye positioning.

I can't stress the importance of the right contacts or eyes for your sims. Of course it all depends on how you make your sims's eyes and all that. Take the last sim i posted about. It took forever and a half to find the right contacts that didn't need severe or intense editing to capture the same vibe the person he's based on. The problem is pretty persistent for me, and I am just speaking for myself when I say this is necessary. Iris size, shading, recolorability, detail, catch lights, and pupil position are things to consider for your play style and preferences.

In addition to seeing what eyes will do the trick, I do edit the catch lights in the screenshots to give the eyes a different emotion or look. (I use defaults that get rid of the game-generated catch lights, and supernatural eye glow.) It's nice when that's all it is and I don't have to go in and photoshop things in and out to make them look human lmao

Perfect, schmerfect

And just know that as long as you have the same vibe or look going on it doesn't need to be perfect! Things will evolve over time, and you can change and perfect things as you go along, but close is better than trying to achieve an exact replica. We are working with the limitations of sliders and the optimized meshes they work on! So yeah there might be jagged bits or the profile might not exactly match and some things might not be accurate, but that's okay! Considering what sims look like at their default, you should be proud! I use the same mf eyebrows on all my sims basically and I tell myself they're just placeholders (yeah, right), but I manage to make them work with what I have!

Sliders, Makeup, and Skins, oh my!

a good base skin is critical, but not the end of the world if you pick the wrong one. They determine kind of definition and types of features highlighted on a sim 100000% and you might lose a feature you like or dislike when you change them! Feel free to switch up between skins you have to find the best fit.

Makeup can be a game-changer though!!! Any details you can add and help make your sim look the most like the person you're basing them off can go MILES.

In some cases, I've actually gotten really interesting results trying to get my sculpt as close as possible to real life references so the makeup makes a difference but don't define the features by themselves. Still, though, I utilize makeup up a LOT. [remember that if you use Nraas, you can layer makeup. Right-clicking makeup will also remove it if it's applied :)]

Here's the last sim i posted about when removing makeup:

no nosemasks really replicates the face-claim's nose (too shiny at the lower part) but it'll do 🤷‍♀️

Freckles, eyebags, highlighters, face shadows, pores, nosemasks, etc are all great!!

The way you move your sliders WILL effect how these look, so don't rely on makeup that adds super-specific detail or goes over an area you know is a jumbled mess because of sliders!

I do have a mess of recommendations and wcifs for skins and makeup. replies tag | wcif tag

[also I love compiling wcif cc lists for my sims it's great]

Finally, I appreciate your comment about my sims, mainly because I know they're not ever really exact copies or as close as I want to be to their real life counterparts, so thanks!! I've seen fellow simmers get really good results without messing as much as I do and I love when people can make really good maxis match likenesses because it's just so damn cool! It's truly a talent. I'm not one of those lucky few, but I like to try my way at it anyway. After what feels like some good progress I'll post a pic here. Even after doing this forever I don't feel like I'm an expert or can get good results in a shorter amount of time, but it's just fun to see the progression (or regression) of how my sims look.

Apex Legends: The Top Predator Part 3. Voided

Inside of the unknown organization’s Traxler sits alone in the cafeteria, folding a napkin and sliding it across his grey whiskers and lips, cleaning up any crumbs and pieces of the egg salad sandwich he just ate. The hydraulics of large metallic doors can be heard whirring as a set opens and in walks Colonel Braxton with two armed men behind him. “May I?” asks the Colonel as he waves a hand in the direction of the empty seat in front of the sociopathic doctor. “Of course” responds Traxler as he takes a sip of coffee from the paper cup. Braxton takes a seat “get me a cup, will ya?” he nods to one of the soldiers. They nod in return and retreat off to a vending machine for said cup of joe. “You know, doctor, we seem to be doing quite a number on the Legends. In just two missions we have hopefully incapacitated three of them. The big-mouthed brat, the cocky holo-user and that thief of a bitch. All 3 very dangerous and very capable Legends.” The soldier returns with a cup of coffee and hands it to the colonel. “Thank you” as he takes it, gives the steam a blow off the top and proceeds with a small sip. “I believe it is time we start working on the creation of our own legend now. Given the opportunity we always gather more data, but I feel with three of them having undergone the experimentation, the other Legends have caught on to an extent that something is at least...amiss” explains the steely eyed war captain. The doctor nods in agreement. “Very well, Colonel, but I do however expect more research to be done. With more potential Legends being....diminished...in the way they have been, it will make it much harder to stop us when the time arrives, don’t you agree?” asks Traxler. Braxton smiles. “I very much do, Doctor, but time may very well be of the essence sooner rather than later. They are the Legends for a reason” states Braxton as he takes another sip of his coffee.

* Bmp-bmp..bmp-bmp..bmp..bmp........BMP...bmp...BMPBompbmp..bmp* ‘LEMME AT EM’, MATES!! I’m ready to crack some skulls!” yells the spunky Indian girl, almost completely ignoring the fact there is a stethoscope placed firmly against her chest. “Do ya even feel dat?” questions Lifeline, hearing the skipping beats of Rampart’s heart thudding and misfiring inside her ribs. “Of course I feel it! It just makes more angry that someone is trying to kill us!” she states excitedly. Lifeline slides the steth a bit further down the inside of her shirt, partially squishing against the small breasts of her. “Bloody hell, Lifeline, couldn’t ya have warmed it up a bit more first? It’s colder than a polar bear’s nips” she blurts out. “Oh, ya feel dat but you’re heart is literally kickin’ ya ribs” she retorts back. “You get used to the pain” Ramp exclaims as she crosses her arms. Lifeline pulls the stethoscope back and hangs it around her neck. “I’ll tell ya right now, ya at least handling it better than Mirage” (flashback to a scene with Mirage) “OO..AH...IT’S COLD!” Mirage dramatically flails about. “I haven’t even put da steth on ya yet, big baby” Lifeline bluntly states. “Oh..” Mirage stutters in embarrassment *thoom-thmp..thoom..thmp..thoomthoothoom...thmp..thoomthmpthmp...* Lifeline listens to his stuttering yet powerful beats.* (Returns back to P and Lifeline). “Ah, he’s a sissy, but a tough one. He’ll be ok” says Ramp assuredly. “How’s Loba?” she asks. Ajay sighs and puts her arms behind her head. “She’s more worried about us, believe it or not. I don’t think she wants any of us to get hit wit whateva dis is” Lifeline sits down in her chair. Rampart nods. “Welp, I’m off, Doc. Keep in the loop will ya?” She sticks out a fist and Ajay bumps it while giving a slight nod and leaves the room. She opens the door and Loba is out in the hall, waiting. “Loba” greets Rampart. “Rampart” Loba dryly replies, both knowing exactly what the other went through, they dare not push an issue and go on with their day. Loba walks in to the med-room. “How ya feelin, champ?” AJ questions while rocking in her office chair, hands still behind her head. “Better..but some still misfires, I can feel it kick. Like someone is punching me from the inside out, though more of a jab than a haymaker now” she explains. Ajay nods, “Ok, well ya we just gonna do a quick palpation and go on wit cha day. You know da drill” she states to the Brazilian. Loba removes her top and unhooks her porcelain white bra. Her tanned breasts drape down with a hard bounce before settling. AJ presses a hand firmly against her chest, feeling for the beats. *Thoom-thoom..thoom-thoom..thoom..thoom.* She feels the licks and leaps of Loba’s beating organ. “Lay down on your side” Lifeline directs. Loba leans on her left side, chest still poised slightly up. AJ brings her hand down under the heavy left breast, fingers pressing into the Apex. *THOOM* “ach!!” winces Loba from the skip as a large beat thuds against her ribs. AJ feels it kick and wriggle before resetting to a steadier beat, her hand bobbing slightly from the woman’s strong, beating pump. *RRRRR....RRRRR....RRRRR* The room is flooded with a loud wailing sound as an alarm goes off. “Oh no..!” both frantically reply. Loba puts herself back together, drapes the braids behind her while AJ already busts through the door. They, and the other legends meet in the main room of their home as Crypto stands at the center table. “I found something.” The faces of all the Legends slightly tense up. 

Crypto drops a hologram disc on the table, it makes a slight twink sound before flashing up two different screens with various shades of neon green and an almost black. “I went back to the incident with Loba during the Apex Games and compared it with the latest one with Mirage and Rampart” he points to the hologram as it shows a small line of dots coming and going from Mirage’s bar, and the arena of the Apex Games. “Is that...a trail” questions Bangalore, the veteran soldier of the group. Crypto nods. “By using my drone, Hack, and the satellite images of the Syndicate from the games, I was able to slide through different frequencies and discover an energy trail of some sort coming and going from the bar and the arena.My thoughts are...a micro-ship.” “Whoa...whoa..whoa..” interrupts Mirage. “A micro-ship?. As in a teenie-tiny ship?” he questions while pinching his index finger and thumb together. “Do we even have those?” He says puzzling. Caustic leans over the table from his seat, coughs and in his stoic dry voice “We have different planets, a Legend that holds a singularity in a small robot, teleporters, and one that walks between dimensions, but shrinking sizes is questionable?” Mirage is stunned “Uhhhh...my bad, please continue” he directs his hand back towards Crypto. “As I was saying...the trail is on a different frequency, but I was able to locate a similar set of trails between the two as they headed towards one location on Talos.” Crypto waves his hand and flips one of the current screens over to a large mountain like region on a desolate area of the planet.”They both converge on this location. Where this is...I don’t know. There is even a lack of satellite coverage, almost like someone doesn’t want it to be found, but Hack managed to uncover it. By tracing the coordinates and logging in the proper coordinates, we can find shadow base if you will, and perhaps take a look around. But who will go?” He asks the room. Loba speaks up “clearly, I would be the best choice. Breaking and entering is my specialty after all. And besides I have a score to settle with whoever is doing this” she declares while placing a hand to her chest, feeling the beats intensify from the recent revelation. “Absolutely not!” both Bangalore and Lifeline yell together. “You aren’t 100% yet, and we aren’t sending you into a completely unknown location where there are these people that can literally cook us from the inside out. I’ll go” says Bangalore. Wraith leans on the table “I should go. If anyone is going to have the easiest time getting in and out of a place it’s me. Void jumping seems like the most practical solution here. No offense to you, Anita.” Bangalore smirks and shrugs. “Fair I guess” she states reluctantly. “But I don’t want Wraith going this alone. She can infiltrate but we need someone on the outside in case things go south. But I also don’t to risk another one of us getting exposed to whatever is doing this” declares Bangalore. “I’ll go” Crypto interjects. I can send in Hack to obtain early enemy locations and also map a blueprint given the chance. I can wait on the outside and provide cover if necessary” he suggests. “Fine with me. Any complains Wraith?” asks Bangalore. “None at all. Alright you two, gear up. We’ll input the coordinates to the jump pods and send you in. Any time you need to be pulled, we do so at point of entry. Understood?” states Bangalore in her commanding and authoritative tone. Both Crypto and Wraith agree before heading off to the teleportation room. Wraith grabs her trademark kunai, an alternator, and a Mozambique shot gun with hammerpoint rounds. Crypto grabs a sentinel bolt-action sniper rifle and his own trademark weapon in the Wingman revolver. The two gather to the teleporter pods where Bangalore stands front and center with Wattson at the helm of the computer. “You both have 2 hours. If I don’t hear from either of you, we rush in and pull you out, no exceptions” she orders. “Understood” both reply in unison.

 “Portals ready” states Wattson. Both walk through the energy tunnels and are transported to a desolate area of almost nothing but rock and sand, but in their way is a large crater with a mountain like formation having sunk into it, like a meteor crash landed down. The only way out is up and the only way in is down. A large metal hangar door is visible on the outside. Crypto reaches into the sheathe on his back and tosses out Hack, his drone. The drone unfolds and Crypto sets up his link to see what the drone sees. “I’ll remain in position here" states the expert hacker.  “I detect two bodies down there, wait for them to enter and you have your chance” Wraith nods and begins prepping herself to jump down into the hole. She begins her descent and leaps down the edge. Pulling the kunai out, she digs into the side of the  hill-like wall and slides down into cavern. As she gets closer, she leaps off and lands behind a couple blocks of containers just outside the entrance, unknown to the soldiers getting ready to open the doors, their attention clearly lost elsewhere. They proceed in “Void jumping” Wraith states to Crypto over their comm-link. The ninja like warrior disappears, almost as if teleporting, before she runs into the entrance to avoid as much detection. Hack flies into the doors soon to follow. Wraith soon reappears inside of the door, having ducked behind a metallic door some large, opened supply bins. Crypto in his position types away at his wrist board. “I’ve successfully entered the mainframe. I’ll keep Hack inside to re-loop their security feed, but don’t take too much. We don’t know how long before they figure out someone is inside their system” he says. “I didn’t plan on it” replies the raven haired warrior as she dips deeper into the base. She follows the voices in her head that guide her, making sure she uses every bit of stealth she can. She ducks behind door frames, supply bins. She enters further into a large corridor and stands just outside the door way, against the wall as a voice warns her about an incoming enemy. A group of 3 heavily armed soldiers walk through the door, clad in their black tactical armor,  with black masks and red goggles adorning their faces. She void jumps and in a quick burst of teleporting, she lands hard elbows, chops, and knees to the back of the necks of the soldiers before they even realize what happened, knocking them unconscious. She pats down one of them for a security badge or key of some sort before finding a card. “Ok...where to now” she mutters under her breath before heading down another long corridor of this metallic and militaristic maze of a building. The voices speaking to her, she listens to for the ones that are making the right decisions. Back at the pile of bodies she just left, another soldier making his rounds walks through and sees them. “Security to the bridge...we’ve been breached..I repeat, we have an intruder” he yells over his comm-link. The voice booms over the speakers. “Uh oh..” she drops her words while continuing her navigation of the shadow base. “Crypto..where is that detection from Hack?” she chides over her communication, the voices only getting her so far sometimes. “I’ve had to maintain where he is at, the mainframe has almost a constant rotation of code to stay locked in” he explains. “Dammit” she mutters to herself. “An enemy has a lock on you” one of the voices say to her as she looks over her shoulder “OVER THERE!” a soldier yells as he and a group of his companions begin to open fire on Wraith. She ducks behind the nearest wall just as the spray of bullets pass her and splatter against the heavy metal walls. Waiting for a pause, she slides past the opening, unloading her own rapid volley of bullets from her alternator, stricking a few of the soldiers. The shots manage to hit a few of them, downing them. She void jumps between shots, emptying  more of her magazine at the mercenaries. Being able to avoid the lessening bullets, she gets closer to the soldiers. They charge in with knives drawn as the teleporting combatant gets closer in an instant. Wraith almost smiles as she pulls the kunai from her pouch and ducks under the swing of the first good. With his momentum carrying the arm forward, she lands a low snap kick at the side of his knee. A crunching sound is heard as he yelps, stumbling forward and is struck with an elbow to the spine, knocking him down. Two more soldiers come forward and attempt to hit her. She leaps over in a flip, hands on their shoulders as she lands behind them. One turns to throw a punch, she deflects and stabs him in the side with her kunai, pulls out the blade and lands a swift knee to his face, dropping him. The other pulls out his pistol and begins firing shots, she dodges the shots and weaves in closer. She throws a palm at his gun, but he pulls back. He throws a swing with the knife in his other hand and Wraith blocks with her kunai. Sparks clank as the blades clash. He fires another, she ducks. She goes for a leg sweep and he jumps, attempting to land a kick at her face while down there. She raises her kunai hand and impales the man’s leg. He yells in pain as she digs the blade across his achilles. He drops and she throws a punch to his face, knocking him out. The one guard previously whose leg she broke attempts to shoot her, weakly aiming the gun at her, she throws the kunai at the gun of the main, disarming him. She stomps down on his face, KO’ing him as well. Looking at the complete wreckage of downed guards she continues on her way. 

“Wraith, can you hear me?” asks Crypto. “Loud and clear” she replies. “There should be a door coming up on your left down the hall. Hack received a signal of a  large spike in energy there. I suspect that might be the main lab here or some sort of control room.” Crypto explains. “Got it” she turns down and uses the security badge she swiped to enter the room. Upon entering Wraith’s eyes widen. There inside the control room is a large computer with a glass wall, and monitors. Beyond the console is a large, cylindrical glass tank with a man floating inside whatever liquid is in there. As she ventures further into her room, her surprise becomes replaced with disbelief. She makes out more features of the man. He's quite large, having to be 6′6 in height. Broad shoulders, a well developed chest, bulging arms and legs that could fit on a Clydesdale.  Wires attached to his chest monitoring some sort of vitals. An oxygen mask is attached to his face, as numerous needles attached to robotic hands are placed inside the tank, attaching to his back. And Wraith notices something else..and that disbelief becomes once again replaced..this time to a feeling of morbidity. Next to him are 3 more tanks, much smaller, like the sizes of a small aquarium. And inside those jars are beating hearts, attached to their own wires. “THOOM THOOM THOOM* The sounds of the hearts echo from deep inside their tanks, and above them are monitors displaying footage of other hearts beating, but from inside a chest..and named on those monitors read Loba, Mirage, Rampart respectively. “What the hell?” she stares at them, stunned, completely ignoring the voices over inside her head. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” a voices asks from the entrance of the doorway. She turns and there stands half a dozen armed guards and Doctor Traxler himself. “Wraith...isn’t it?” asks the sociopathic scientist, almost in a mocking tone. His smile being shown, happy at the prospect of one of the legends in person is right in front of him. “Did...did you do this?” Wraith stammers..mouth agape. “I did” he says in an almost too proud tone. “What...is..this?” Wraith can barely spill out her words. “Progress, my dear. Simply progress” he says as he takes off his glasses, gives them a quick huff and wipes them with his lab coat. “What does that even mean?” she chokes out. “Oh, come on” he retorts. “I’m not some evil villain that is going to spill his entire plan in some delinquent filled attempt at a monologue” He declares. “Just know..you Legends have been a wonderful help” he says behind a smile. Wraith looks at him, confused. He turns to one of the soldiers and flicks a finger forward. The soldier pulls out a small canister and pulls a pin and throws it at Wraith. Despite her astonishment in this moment, her reflexes kick in and she slices it in half, but nothing seemed to be inside. The two sides of the canister hit the ground with a clank as they roll. The smile never fading from the doctor’s face. “What the hell was that..” *THMP-BOOM* her heart gives a sudden lurch in her chest. “HCK” she staggers forward but keeps her footing, hand reaching to her heart. “The hell”? she raggedly says to herself. *THMPBUMP* another wrenching beat as her heart rattles in her chest. “What..did you do to me”? she demands between her bated breaths. “Oh, that? Think of them as...nano-defibrillator spores. My own design in this current conquest of sorts. They enter the bloodstream and in seconds reach the heart where they are programmed to analyze a heart rhythm and shock accordingly. The ones I gave induce, not fix. Soon...you’ll be in full cardiac arrest and I’m just here to watch” he says with that smile still plastered to his face as he reaches a finger to adjust his glasses. “You bastard!” Wraith screams and void jumps aroundthe room in small bursts to get in front of Traxler. When she appears nearly right in front of him, she is about to stab him with her kunai, but a soldier intercepts her with a fist to the face. The blow sends her reeling and rolling along the floor. “Wraith, can you hear me!” Crypto worriedly asks over the comm-link, having heard the conversation between Wraith and the Doctor. “Tck..don’t come in here..I..can..handle this” she says weakly, pulling herself from the floor. *THMPBOOM* another hard beat rattles her. “GAH!” she yells in pain before falling to her knees, hand clawing at her chest..feeling rapid beats of the organ pulsing inside of her. She pants, sweat dripping from her face as she stands up. She rushes the doctor but the soldier again intercepts and uses the butt of his rifle to her face. She falls to the ground and is punted in the ribs, knocking her further away.

 Crypto hits his own comm-link “Prepare a portal and wait for my signal” he feeds back to the other legends. “Copy” Bangalore says over the speaker. Back inside the base, Wraith steadies herself “Ptoo” she spits blood before putting her hands up ready to fight. “This grows tiresome” sighs Traxler. “finish her off, please” “Yessir!” the lead one replies. Wraith pulls out her SMG and attempts to aim *BMBMBM*, more beats stagger her as she coughs off blood and drops her gun, her chest heaves with her panting. “I...I have only one shot at this..”she says to herself. She focuses...listening to the voices that plague her mind and puts a finger to her neck...she feels the beats. *thmp-thmp-thmp *BOOM** she ignores the pain. *thmpthmpthmp* BOOMBOOM* her breast quakes as she coughs more blood. *One of the voices in her head* “NOW!” Wraith waits for a beat and in between now and the next one, she punches herself in the chest, causing her heart to pause and skip a beat, giving no read for the inverted nano-defib spores..and she hits the jumps into the void.With her heart paused and jumping into the void, she teleports to in front of the lead soldier with her kunai, she stabs him in the neck, disappears and does to the next soldier, the next one and the next. The teleportation blitz is over in an almost instant, as Wraith appears back in the center of the room, the bodies of the soldiers collapse, blood pouring from their necks as their lives fade from them. Traxler looks at the woman before him, coated in her own and the blood of his soldiers as it drips from her face. A feeling of dread for his own life is quickly replaced with a twisted sense of amazement “Incredible..” he whispers. Wraith stands up knowing she needs to leave opens a full portal, she doesn’t have much time. She collapses through and is teleported outside the doors of the shadow base.

 Crypto gets a read and sees her appear. “WRAITH!!” he yells out, but  Hack notices the soldiers coming and the doors opening. “Portal” he yells. No response. “PORTAL!!” nothing. Wraith’s limp body just laying there. The soldiers open the doors and few start to clammer out. *Boom..chk-chk...boom!* Crypto begins firing his sniper at them, downing two of them. A few look up and notice and begin firing. He ducks back behind his high ground and controlls Hack back to him. The portal opens and out come Gibraltar and Revenant. “Throwin some covah for my bruddahs!” yells the jolly giant Samoan, as he throws an energy shield to cover Crypto. The 7 foot assassin  simulacrum in the blink of an eye is down in the cavern. ‘DIE..heheeh!” he yells and laughs at the soldiers, firing 2 of his flaming orbs at them near Wraith to hold them back. Landing, his hands switch to blades and he stabs clean through two of the soldiers, impaling them viscerally. He kicks another, stabs a fourth before launching one more fireball at the door, causing it to be blocked momentarily. He grabs Wraith’s body and hastily scales the cavern, reaching the top in almost frozen gutwrenching moments. “Hurry” he commands as they all rush through the closing portal. Back inside Mirage’s Bar, Rev lays down Wraith’s body. He cuts her bloodstained top, revealing the sizable breasts underneath. Lifeline gets to work and presses her ear to Wraith’s breasts. *thmmppthmmrhhoomp...thmphthmphthmp* the faint muffled beats can be heard and Lifeline gets shocked from the conducting current. “Yeow!” Wat was dat? she questions. “I overheard the man in the building, he said something like nano-defib spores...let me try something” he directs to them. “I’m going to use Hack and cast a small EMP. This way, Wattson doesn’t have to shock her and hurt her, we can just shut down the spores” he explains as he loads up Hack and charges an EMP. The drone glows with a blue current before releasing the charge. The lights and electronics in the bar flicker and shut off. Lifeline puts her ear back to Wraith’s chest and can hear her heart beating steadily. “Oh, tank God” she breathes a sigh of relief. Crypto stands up and looks at the ghostly, glowing yellow eyes of Revenant. “I don’t know why you’re here...but thank you” The simulacrum stares at him before turning and heading towards the exit. He stops at the doorway of the bar “I understand you guys and I don’t like each other...but I can’t have any of you dying. I’ll be around to help..but don’t get used to it...hehehe” he laughs before fading into the darkness of the blacked out night. A few minutes later the lights turn back and Wraith opens her eyes before sitting up and holding her chest. “My heart..” she says kind of confused to herself. “Is fine” Ajay interrupts her. “I know we cut it kinda close, but Rev showing up kinda confused us all” she explains. “I bet..” Wraith says solemnly..”I can’t believe I have to thank that creep” she mutters disgusted. “Well...he did and we owe him one” Wraith nods in response..”Yeah”. Mirage walks into the room with a bucket and a mop. “You know, I’m glad you’re safe now...but PLEASE...PLEASE go take a bath or a shower or something, you’re leaving bad guy gooey stains on my floor.” “Wraith looks at her reflection in the mirror and sees herself coated still in blood”..”I’ll get on” Ajay helps her up and takes her to the bathroom upstairs. Mirage dunks the mop in the bucket and starts wiping down the dried blood stains on the floor. “Stupid bad guys, bleeding up my bar,” he grunts and groans while the rest of the Legends get ready themselves ready for bed. 

I just want to clear something up, in case there's anyone who can only see my notes with a user tagged on my "don't hate doctors/that's not ableism" rants.

I can no longer see the tagged user's comments, so I'm unsure if they are also gone for everyone else & it just looks like I'm going off at random.

So let's chat about why I went off, shall we?

Now, if you've been here at all, you've read my intro blurb which directs you to my pinned post. Within that pinned post there's a lot of information, some of which says that if you don't like what I have to say, my views, or my opinions based on my experience then don't read it. Nobody is forcing you to, so scamper off. It also says for those people to not "come for me" (as the kids say) in the notes because I will use those words, views, & opinions you dislike to verbally spar (and I have so much more experience at the verbal slap down) & then will screenshot & post it on here while laughing at your ridiculous hubris.

That same pinned post lays out, very clearly I think, my feelings & thoughts in a general way about the chronic illness community at large. And while I do have posts that are tagged with CI & EDS hashtags, I deliberately didn't tag these 2 posts. So to find them, this person who doesn't follow me had to go into my blog & scroll. And I don't mean go to my blog via the chronic pain post because the posts in question were posted after so they would only show if they went into my blog & started at the top.... where the pinned post is.

So anyone with half a damn brain knows what they are in for when scrolling through my shitshow, yeah? Yeah.

Welp, apparently that post about "why it's bad to promote doctor hate/that's not fucking ableism you whiny baby" got someone's undies in a bunch & they decided to let me know that according to them....

• I am invalidating people's medical trauma

(nowhere in that post did I say anything about medical trauma, but a doctor doing anything mentioned in my post will not cause such a thing. Waking up during a surgery, such as a gallbladder removal, & being unable to let them know so you just have to deal/watch, THAT would cause medical trauma. And if that sort of thing has happened to anyone reading, I am so so sorry. That is terrible & I hope you have been able to seek help in dealing with it.)

• That i am 'not allowed' to invalidate those people.

(Again, never did but also you don't get to police what I say on my blog sweet cheeks. And I think it's ironic that you're telling me that I can't invalidate someone's feelings/experience while simultaneously invalidating mine because... you read something you disagree with & decided it was a personal attack. Hm. Seems you might be the type of person I was talking about in both posts.)

• That I have NO IDEA what it's like to be misdiagnosed 10+ times.

( ok, #1 you have to be the most illiterate motherfucker who can still string together a typed sentence because both that post AND my pinned post clearly state that I wasn't diagnosed with vEDS until I was THIRTY FUCKING ONE. You think I just spent that time period thinking everything is fine and dandy while my joints crumbled & organs ruptured & got pneumonia every fucking winter? No, bitch! I was trying to sort it out & was misdiagnosed REPEATEDLY starting at 7 yrs old. So please, tell me again how I have no idea what that's like.

And #2. Unlike you, I actually went and looked at your blog pretty carefully. Since I have better reading comprehension than you, I saw that you are an uber dramatic 18 yr old kid who fancies herself an uber spoonie witch! I find everything about this deeply offensive.

#1. You're 18. Of course you're dramatic. You're a teen. But also, you have zero actual life experience but think you know everything... as literally every teen does... while actually knowing fuckall. Cute.

#2. You claim to be a witch because... you collect crystals and like the aesthetic. You know that the various branches of witchcraft are like... legit belief systems right? In fact a lot of them are actual religions with deities and rituals and everything. So while you are screeching about 'InVaLiDaTiOn' you're over there appropriating not just A religion, but an entire GROUP of varied & nuisanced religions and practices. Very uncool and very (feel like I'm beating a dead horse with this but...) ignorant.

"But you have witch in your blog title!"

Yeah bro. I'm a practicing green witch. In high school I did loads of research on the different types & branches of witchcraft. In my early 20s, I decided that green witchcraft really aligns with my beliefs & way of life, plus it caters to my distaste for deity worship & ritual. So...

#3. I can understand why you decided to get all indignant in my notes since in those 2 posts (and my various other rants about chronic illness communities & culture) you are EXACTLY WHO I'M TALKING ABOUT. People like you are what's wrong with the community. People like you are why it takes so long for young women, specifically, to be taken seriously by doctors.

BECAUSE OF OBVIOUSLY EXAGGERATING, VICTIM MENTALITY HAVING, DRAMA QUEENS LIKE YOU.

So kindly fuck off and grow the fuck up. When you are my age, you will look back at this & you will cringe so hard that it will cause you physical pain. Or you'll be the lady at the TJ Maxx screaming about discrimination because they won't let you return an item that is outside of their return policy.

For your sake I hope it's the former.

And if anyone else feels the way this youngster did, you can fuck off too. Again, nobody is pulling a Clockwork Orange & holding your eyes open, making you read my shitfest, opinion & experience filled blog.

♡ A chronically ill, disabled elder millennial ✌

There will be no reblogging of this post because while it may echo some of your personality sentiments, this is about a specific note on a specific post from a specific dramatic butthurt whiny baby user.

Tough As Nails

T h e m fiction! A collection of four little stories based on the idea of T h e m being basically unkillable ala Hordak. Each story is about a different character!

Hera belongs to @crimson-r Carrion belongs to @strawberryoverlord Jim belongs to @helila

Enjoy!

Hera

Hera had frozen up when the bomb drone surged at her, beeping rapidly. She was sure this was her end, that whoever was coming after her today got to be the lucky one who succeeded. The blast went off only a moment after her final thoughts drifted to her Nihila.

Then she didn't die.

Instead Hera was thrown across the courtyard by the large blast, slamming into a building and falling to the ground in a pile. She hurts all over, she can feel blood on her skin, but she's not dead. 

In fact it feels like nothing is broken…

Hera stands up slowly, confused and amazed. Her dress is destroyed that's clear, but she's standing. She can look at her claws, trembling but intact. She feels a particularly sharp pain in her abdomen and upon examination finds a piece of metal lodged into her. Shrapnel from the blast.

It's not stopping her from moving though.

"What the fuck?" She hears the voice speak. Looking up she finds some furry alien, a native of this planet, walking toward her tentatively. "How the hell are you alive?! That blast should have killed you!!" They sound shocked and angry. In a daze Hera glances around. There are other people, aliens, charred and burned and broken and dead. A couple others of her kind pulling themselves up with groans.

Then it clicks into place. There is a reason her species rules this empire. It has been so long since an attack has been so successful that Hera had forgotten just how durable she is. How nearly unkillable she is compared to the other species of the universe. Her eyes return to the alien approaching her, they're pulling a weapon. This little welp tried to kill her. 

Hera gets angry as that realization finally really sinks in. "You Bitch!" She suddenly lets out as she surges forward.

There is another reason they are the ruling elite. Hera and her kind are an apex species, and even for one that lives as relatively sedentary a life as Hera it is not difficult to tear apart her victims head with her bare claws. The little would be assassin more than deserves it.

Hera does need a change of clothes though, that's a little embarrassing.

…

Carrion

"Well this one's dead! Moving on!" The cheerful voice of Carrion's 'Sister' could be heard over the sounds of battle.  This hasn't been going great, most of their patients have been of species who are painfully susceptible to maiming and death.

Carrion can only quietly sigh at her bubbly sisters antics. "Batney. Please just focus on our task."

"She's right though, we do need to abandon the dead ones even if they are still screaming." The third of their little sisterly trio speaks up. A rather unfriendly member of the TRS line going by the name of Asclee. 

Carrion opens her mouth to reply that they should at least field execute the dead ones so the screaming does not bother the others when the anti material round hits her arm. Bone breaks, flesh tears, the flak armor that TRS on this front are equipped with doing nothing against the heavy munitions. Her arm is ripped from her body entirely, the kinetic energy sending her toppling over and screeching in surprise. 

"Oh my!" Carrion can hear Batney suddenly shout as she hits the ground and howls in pain. "Carrion has been hit!"

"I am alive!" Carrion hisses out as she rolls over onto her back, looking over at the mangled stump where her arm used to be. Well that's not great, though it is definitely not the nastiest wound she has seen. Not by a long shot. 

"Asclee please continue helping the wounded! I will repair Carrion!" Batney declares as she scrambles over. There really isn't a better or worse option between which of her sisters cares for her so Carrion cannot complain much more than she already wants to over this. That being said she does want to complain.

"I am Fine Batney! Just get back to work." She is in fact relatively okay, her body is going into shock and her blood vessels are contracting around the wound to try and keep her alive. Everything is functioning as expected. She can likely patch this herself with some effort. It is rare for their kind to die from something as minor as the loss of a limb.

"Nonsense! You have been injured! And as a fellow TRS it is my duty to ensure you are in working condition as quickly as possible! Going forward with only two of us will be less effective than all three in the long run and even if you can fix yourself it's faster if I do it! That's just standard practice!" 

Carrion growls. Batney is of course correct, even a damaged TRS is Better than no TRS on the field. Even if it causes a momentary loss in medical efficiency while another has to mend her. 

"Oh my! It looks like your arm is quite gone! We will have to harvest you a new one when the battle is over! I am sure the fleet has TRS stock we can take from." Batney humms happily as she pulls her tools, beginning to cauterize and seal Carrion's limb. 

Inevitably the injured TRS grumbles out a small "Thank you Sister..." 

"Of course! Anything for the team!"

…

Jim

With a small growl of annoyance Jim sits back down at his desk, his favorite mug in hand and filled with Stimulant Mixture Number 69. Which is his favorite Stimulant mixture, and not just because the number is funny. Before him is a standard data terminal, moved here to help him work, as well as an embarrassing amount of paper documents.

Seriously what kind of backwater is this that they still have so much stuff in paper documents?

Jim had been brought to this pathetic world recently too see it brought into productivity for the Empire. Not uncommon, some Lord conquers a civilization and brings them into compliance and then it's up to those like Jim to make it actually worth the effort. In many ways the middle management of the Empire are really it's most important component. Sometimes it doesn't take much to bring a world up to speed. Sometimes the world still uses paper documents for important information. 

Still, Jim is the best at what he does. The Empire wants to ease this planet in, common for the ones that they don't simply bomb into the stone age, which means it's up to him to dissect the local rules and regulations and pick them apart for the inevitable loopholes within.

"Alright let's see here... Where was I..." Jim murmurs to himself as he sets his mug down and picks up a file to begin looking through it.

Then he hears the ominous rumbling sound coming from below. That's usually not good. The rumbling turns into a general shaking of the room and that is even worse. When the cracking sound begins above him Jim can only look up and let out a simple phrase.

"Ah shit."

The the entire building comes down. Supports collapse, the ceiling caves, the floor breaks open. Multiple floors of perfectly adequate office complex come falling down in a roaring cacophony of death and destruction. Jim is buried under concrete and steel and is really quite pissed off about the whole thing as it happens.

He barely has time to tug on his tie to activate the locator beacon within.

He also barely knows what happens after that. The weight falls onto him, pinning him down and making it quite difficult to breathe. Not that there is much air in this pocket to begin with. He does manage to shift slowly, using all of his strength to try and get into something approaching a more comfortable position. It sort of works.

Eventually though he feels the weight lifted off of him. Just in time too he was going to have to start internally respirating soon. Concrete and rebar is pulled up and off of the HR whizz and the moment he's free enough he pushes the remainder off and stands up. Finally looking himself over and noting that his outfit is ruined.

Ah man his shoes are a mess too. 

As he scowls down and picks chunks of concrete out of his skin a random emergency worker runs up. "Sir! Are you okay?!" 

Jim hisses at the shorter creature, glaring for a moment. "I will be once I find my damn mug!" He declares.

The emergency worker stares dumbfounded for a moment. "M-mug?"

"Yes! My mug! It's my favorite one! It was a gift! Help me find it it has to be nearby!" Jim declares as he starts to lift up slabs of broken building and toss them aside. When they try to insist he get medical attention first he simply growls at them and they luckily back off. 

He has a mug to find.

…

Nihila

The emergency sirens were really super loud and that was kind of annoying. ESS-1172 had been sleeping on the transport ship in little more than her body glove when they started, and she quickly gathered up what of her stuff she could: Gun, equipment bag, armor pieces she could stuff into the bag or carry with her. 

She had to toss some of the armor aside when she got to the nearest lifeboat and found way too many people scrambling for it. Luckily a few quick shots to the heads of various people that don't matter cleared up the jam and she could get herself a seat! Strapping in with a smile Nihila looks at the few others in the lifeboat with her, none of her species, and each one staring at her terrified. "Well this is exciting!" She notes. 

The small craft launches and ESS-1172 takes the moment of relative peace to look over the stuff she managed to save from the ship. Her breather, that's good, some of her hardplate. She frowns as she realizes she forgot her boots but then smiles when she remembers her lower legs are Artificial so that's okay. Her weapon as well as spare needles and toxin canisters for it, some equipment for the mission she is on, the tin of little cookies Madame made for her. It seems the most important stuff made it.

As she's closing things back up and affixing her mask something violently rocks the lifeboat and the lights inside flicker. That's never good. It's not long after that the ride gets quite bumpy. Still as they hit the planet below and her harness breaks sending her tumbling violently around the cabin she can't help but note that she's had worse drops. For instance she doesn't even crack her skull open.

As she gets up and takes stock of the situation she can hear the cries of injured or otherwise distraught survivors with her as well as the biting cold pouring into the lifeboat from the damaged prow. Well that's not good for basic survival needs. Makes this thing way less useful.

"Okay!" She looks back at the others. "pull out any bits that look useful and let's get moving!"

"What?!" One looks up. They're bloodied and bruised and wince when they move. "Shouldn't we stay here?!"

"Nah! Boats broken we'll just freeze to death." She notes casually as she starts stuffing whatever emergency rations she can into her bag and whatever other easy to carry location she can find. 

"Hey!" Another survivors calls out "You can't just take that stuff!" 

1172 just looks at him for a moment "oh but I can!" She grins under her mask before climbing out through the front of the boat, ripping out some electronics as she goes.

Some of them stay behind. Others follow her lead. One by one they all die. The world is completely inhospitably cold. Luckily it does all seem to be frozen water so that's a solved problem. The water problem. She doesn't really help them, pushing them forward toward some goal they all start to imagine she has. After all, she's one of the ruling species. She must know something they don't.

Naturally she does.

They're horrified when the first of their ranks die and she begins to pull the body apart for food and materials. Less so when she does it to the second. When the last one falters and drops ESS-1172 turns back and approaches. "You did good." She notes. "The best of the bunch by far."

The poor thing, a woman of a human species, looks up. "I'm sorry…"

"Oh don't be!" The assassin leans down now. "Most of you were targets." Her whisper cuts through the wind and the dying creature looks horrified, and distraught. 

"W-what?" It whispers out.

"This wasn't the original plan but it really did work out. I was starting to think I was going to have to shoot you in particular though." She laughs as she begins to set up the transmitter in her bag, phoning home for a rescue. "This would have become much more serious for me in a few more hours." She adds.

As her final target dies Nihila can't help but applaud her own Hardy nature. It made this whole thing much more fun.

Predating Predators 001 - Clint Barton/Pietro Maximoff - SFW

Title: Predating Predators Author: Donnie Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Setting: Various; Somewhere between Kosno, Poland and Novi Grad, Sokovia Pairing: Clint Barton/Pietro Maximoff Characters: Clint Barton, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, OC: Christabella, OC: Shasta, OC: Muni, OC: Papillon Genre: Fantasy/Romance Rating: M Chapters: 1/? Word Count: 1956 Type of Work: Chapter Fic Status: Incomplete Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, AU - Canon Divergent, AU - Myths and Fantasy, Clint is a Harpy, Pietro and Wanda are still mutants, Teratophilia, Kidnapping, Sacrifice, Witchcraft, Implied animal abuse, Implied Predation, Pietro and Wanda are 17 so I guess underage?, Underage, More To Come Disclaimer: I do not own anything, except for Christabella, Shasta, Muni and Papillon. I am also not native to Eastern Europe and do not have a very good grasp of the geography or culture beyond what I have in the source material. I have placed Sokovia roughly at the convergence of Ukraine, Poland, Hungary, Slovakia and Romania, as I couldn’t find much more about where it should be placed. If anyone wants to try and help me determine a better spot for it (if this is just way off base), please let me know! Summary: When Wanda’s life is put at risk, Pietro must do the literal impossible in order to save her. He didn’t realize that seducing the apparent last male Harpy in existence was going to be a very real part of the plan. AN: Welp, I dedicate this entirely to my BFF, Ed. ; u; I love her so much, and we were discussing this last night a little bit. I got a little out of control with it, so it’ll be at least a few chapters long. My brain keeps saying THREE but something tells me that is not exactly true. At any rate, this is a pretty big shift in AU. I’m sure Avengers stuff is happening but it’s not near Sokovia, at this point. Anyway, have fun with this, kids, I know I will!

MCU Fic Masterlist Chapter One: What They Say Is True ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Life in Sokovia had never been what Pietro Maximoff would call easy. Between himself and his twin sister, things had gotten harder with the world around them. They held a bond so tight nothing could break them but each other; and it showed. 

Pietro had been described as ‘wickedly fast’. He could rob an entire city blind in a blink of an eye and nobody would know it was him. Of course, he’d never bothered to do something quite that extravagant, stealing what they needed to survive and little more. After all, the twins had been on their own for a long time, now. He could think back and remember a small hand on his arm, the only thing keeping him from rocketing off, the night it had happened. They had been inseparable ever since. Wanda was what people considered a witch. Maybe she really, truly was, but Pietro had never seen anything that would make him think of those old, bawdry tales. He had yet to see her eat a baby, like many people asserted she must, or pull the tail from a rat for a potion. In fact, she never seemed to imbibe anything aside from the occasional juices and milk he was able to steal for them, and water. No potions in sight, no cats, no bats, rats or other such creatures. The only thing people shrieked about when they saw her was her ability to graze their minds. Okay, she could do a bit more than that, but most people didn’t give her the chance, if they knew about it at all. The thing that seemed to have brought their existence crashing to a pitiful end was not so much Wanda being a witch, however, so much as her affinity for likeminded women. Pietro wouldn’t say anything about her friends, but should she catch him thinking something untoward, he usually got a pointed glare. He had never quite lifted his mental guards after the last time, because he could feel her presence in his brain. If she wanted this friendship with these psychopaths so badly, then he would let her have it. But that didn’t mean that he wanted them to have her.  When Wanda didn’t come home when she was supposed to, when his days’ worth of hard work paid off and she wasn’t there to celebrate with him, to break bread with him… He began to worry.  She had insisted that they needed some time without a boy present, and that had caused him to balk for a moment, point to himself and mouth ‘me?’ at her. Her light laughter and nodding only made him pout, there was no other word for it, but he nodded and let her go. Responsibility was not exactly his forte, but he could handle things while she spent time with her friends. Now, he was starting to wish he’d followed them.  At least he knew where they usually congregated, not that that made much of a difference in the time it took to find them. Even moving faster than the eye could comprehend, it was an awful lot of forest to cover, and the four girls Wanda had fallen in with were good at nothing more than hiding their tracks. For a coven of witches in a place like this, it was an important part of their everyday life.  If he was going to have to go on a damn witch hunt, though, he wished he had made the decision not to do so on an empty stomach.  Speeding to a stop outside of the fifth camp he’d come across, he didn’t even have the decency to act tired as he pressed up against a tree and listened, straining his ears and trying to keep himself absolutely still. With what they were saying, cackling to each other, it was nearly impossible. “We should hurry, before her meddling brother shows up.” One of them was saying, slurping down something that looked less like soup and more like a thick, gloppy run-off of some kind. “No, no, we want him, too.” The eldest girl, just a few years older than him and Wanda, spoke with a little chortle, pointing her spoon at the other girl. Pietro could feel bile rising in his throat but he didn’t know if it had to do with what they were saying or what they appeared to be eating. “He could be a good…” She paused, sniffing the air, and he had to wonder if he’d falling on the wrong side of the wind. “Speak of the devil.” She spoke, finally, rising from her seat and greeting him with wide open arms. Even Pietro had no idea when he’d walked from the tree he’d been clutching and practically vibrating against to the clearing they had chosen, and he narrowed his icy eyes at them. “I want my sister.” “Well, good evening to you, too.” The eldest responded, rolling her eyes, “You never were exactly good with your manners, were you? It does show that you raised yourselves in a barn.” The venom in the cut of his eyes caused her to chuckle, waving him off as she turned around. “At any rate, she is ours, now. You cannot--” “I will take her, and she will not be yours.” The growl in his voice only caused her to turn slightly, glancing at him over her shoulder. He didn’t like how she looked down her nose at him, and he barely managed to still himself from searching the camp for his sister. “You will not have her!” The youngest, a girl just short of Wanda and Pietro’s seventeen, shouted as she rose to her feet, only to be silenced by the eldest. “Christabella--” “Calm now, Shasta.” Christabella responded, her lips pulling into a sneer, “Pietro can have her, if he does us a few… Favors.” She clucked her tongue, shaking her head as she turned, brushing back crimson locks and turning golden eyes on the speedster. He looked pensive, but stepped up to the plate, shoulders back and head held high. Backing down was not an option, not when Wanda’s life was at stake. “You must do three simple tasks for us.”  Simple, he could handle. Difficult, that would take him five minutes. Impossible would take twenty if he really put his mind to it. “And what are these tasks?” His skepticism was rewarded with a cold chuckle and a mirthless smile that didn’t quite meet Christabella’s golden eyes.  “You will bring us the first drops of dew, before they have fallen. It is very important that they are retrieved before falling, and they will not be accepted should we find you cheated.” The blond to her left, Shasta, practically cackled. It was an impossible thing to ask of someone, nobody could move quickly enough to do such a thing. It had never been done. Pietro grit his teeth. They must not have heard much about him, or paid him much mind. Either way, he waited in a silence swarming with the friction of the air on his skin as he forced himself to remain still. Now would be no time to show off his grand speed, or they just might scrap his one easy task entirely. “The second is to collect the feather of a male Harpy.” The fourth woman, stocky and dark haired with skin the color of unprocessed cotton, smirked. A Harpy on her own was a beast to be reckoned with, but a male of the species had never so much as been spotted.They were fierce, however, enough that if he so much as tried, he would die, leaving them to their work. A Harpy could turn its own feathers to stone, should it want or need to, which only made the idea of his failure that much greater.  When Christabella went quiet and her gaggle of gossiping geese followed suit, Pietro crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes until he nearly couldn’t see despite the roaring fire. “And the third task…?” He finally tried, obviously perturbed by the quiver in his voice. “Should you survive the first two, the third will be waiting for you here.” Christabella told him matter-of-factly, turning on her heel and settling back in front of the fire. Suddenly, it was as if their conversation had not happened at all, and he found himself shut out completely no matter how many times he tried to speak to them.  While he hated being ignored, he hated knowing that Wanda could be hurt or worse with every second that he put this off. First dew, and a Harpy. Male Harpy. This was going to be great, just great. The first one sounded easy enough for someone with his abilities, but the Harpy thing was… Honestly driving him to tap his hand against his hip so quickly he was sure he’d knock himself over.  “I need a drink.” He murmured, knowing he wasn’t quite old enough to have one, before he went stock still. A drink. That was it! If there was a place in every village and town from here to Russia and back, it was a bar. And where there were bars, there were superstitious old men ready to spill their ideas about every mythical being and creature under the sun.  Between Novi Grad, Sokovia and Kosno, Poland, he managed to find a rumor that lead him to a specific bar, in a specific, small but scenic village just short of being a clump of houses in the middle of nowhere. There were whispers of a Harpy that lived high on the mountain, perched in a way that nobody could actually travel beyond the treeline on any side. They said he (and definitely ‘he’ every time) was strong and impossibly voracious, but that wasn’t exactly turning him away.  With a new outfit under his belt, a thick coat with layers and lined in wool, thick pants and boots he could still run in, and a thickly woolen balaclava to keep himself from freezing to death, Pietro Maximoff was ready to scale a mountain and take care of this once and for all.  While the trees and animals alike could have taken his breath away with their beauty, the sunsets and rises being something he could have actually stood and waited for, something else was cutting off his oxygen the higher up he went. Height, he remembered, had never been his friend, and he’d just about sped off past the treeline before he started to feel light headed, out of breath, and sluggish. Maybe ‘sluggish’ for PIetro Maximoff was more of a regular pace, but when he finally staggered from the treeline and gazed up at the cold, unforgiving grey sky above him, he had to harden his resolve. This was for Wanda. She would die if he didn’t succeed. A small thought pressed at the back of his mind, flavored in her voice.  But if you die, we will both perish. Shaking the thought out of his head, snowflakes persistent in their agenda to cling to his hood, he scanned the mountainside as far as he could see. Where was this nest he was looking for? It would have been more helpful to come up here with someone who knew the area, or at least a hand-drawn map on a napkin, anything would be better than coming up blind. A whistle behind him sounded less like wind and more like an animal, and when he turned, muscles tense, he barely had a second before something heavy, hard and sharp collided with his head and he went down like a sack of bricks.  ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ AN: Welp, there we are, the first chapter. I’m excited to get into the next one, even if this isn’t going to go very long. I really have no plan, just kind of… Flying by the seat of my pants. At any rate, I got this out in record time. I hadn’t quite expected it to go as well as it did. I hope you guys enjoyed! If you want more, keep in mind that nothing motivates me to finish something like feedback!

PTA Sans Cares: Prologue

The first part of a multi-chapter story based off PTA Sans. I posted this on Archive Of Our Own (my first work on there), and now I’m finally cross-posting it on here. A story about PTA Sans... starting with no PTA. This prologue takes place days after they reach the surface (the rest of the story shall be months after), and focuses on Sans, intended to show how he’s reacting to being on the surface and to serve as a contrast to how he’ll be later on. Chapter 1 is in the works (I actually have it open in a different tab as I type), as well as whatever else I have in my drive (a lot of hot garbage for the record). Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

This prologue contains references to/implication of suicide and depression. I am not a professional and these depictions may not be entirely accurate. Nevertheless, with these things in mind, reader discretion is advised (these warnings are likely to only be present in the prologue, so you may skip this if you so wish).

“BROTHER! IT’S TIME TO WAKE UP!”

Sans slowly opened his eyes as he felt shaking on his side, and with his one good eye he saw his brother, Papyrus. Papyrus asked “HOW ARE YOU FEELING BROTHER?”

Sans did his best to give his brother the smile he wanted. “i’m good paps.” His eyes were barely half open as he answered.

Papyrus nodded, still concerned. “WELL SANS, EVERYONE ELSE IS GETTING UP, AND I WANT YOU TO AS WELL! I BELIEVE IT WILL DO YOU GOOD TO SEE THIS!” They’d been on the surface a few days already, and Sans still hadn’t seen it even when papyrus carried him (Sans fell asleep before it happened).

Sans sighed. “bro, tbh with ya, i really don’t-”

“PLEAAAASSSSEEEEEE?” Papyrus asked, giving the most sincere and kind grin he could.

Sans kept staring at him, trying to find some way out of this.

“... fine. you got it bro.”

Papyrus was practically leaping with joy (though trying hard to hold himself back). “THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! I SHALL LEAVE YOU ALONE SO THAT YOU MAY GET DRESSED-”

“no need to.” Sans pushed the blanket off of him and got off the mattress, wearing the same shorts, T-shirt, and even blue hoodie he’d been wearing the last few days straight, ever since they got to the surface. He was ready to the day all over again.

Papyrus held in a sigh as he watched Sans walk out of the room, afraid to comment on it. The only thing worse on Sans than the smelly clothes were the fake smile. He knew that, despite being on the surface, Sans was only feeling worse than before.

Papyrus followed behind Sans, watching as he and Frisk waved to each other, as he shot Toriel a pun and greeted Asgore who was serving plates of food to everyone.

Asgore looked over to Papyrus, and Papyrus gave back a joyful, confident smile no more honest than Sans’, as he gave Papyrus a big smile in return at seeing Sans out of bed so early.

Papyrus grabbed his oatmeal off the counter (thanking Asgore), and saying to Sans “NOW THEN, ALLOW ME TO SHOW YOU WHERE WE SHALL BE EATING!”

Papyrus lead Sans along, going up the stairs, and eventually (placing down his food momentarily), pulling a latch down from the roof, revealing a step ladder. He gestured for Sans to go first, and so he did.

As Sans got up, he looked around the attic. It was exactly what he expected, boxes, dust, quite a few electronics (computers, a TV, small machinery), and various random weapons, most of it brought up by Undyne and Alphys, who slept up here.

Still, as he got up, Papyrus followed (crouched down), and told him “AND NOW TO THE ROOF!”

Sans shrugged, going to the corner of the room and opening the door, going out onto the roof.

Alphys and Undyne were sitting up there, each of them with a plate of food and snuggled close together with a blanket. The two of them turned to face the upcomers, both beaming when they saw who it was.

Undyne shouted “Sans! Hey Papyrus! Finally got him out of bed huh?!”

Papyrus nodded, glancing at Sans then back to them.

“I FINALLY CONVINCED SANS THAT THE VIEW WOULD BE WORTH IT!”

Sans shrugged, not really thinking it was worth it. All the view was was a dark sky and some hills, a city when you look far enough.

Still, he sat down, choosing to sit near the side opposite of Alphys and Undyne. Papyrus sat right next to him, oddly shaking with excitement.

After a minute of eating, Frisk came up, followed by Toriel and Asgore. Frisk sat right next to Papyrus, and Toriel behind them, with Asgore filling in the last bit of space on the porch by sitting behind Undyne and Alphys.

Sans looked around, confused as to why everyone was choosing to sit on the roof.

Finally, the sun began to rise over the horizon, and Sans began to understand why Papyrus wanted him up here.

The seven of them watched, enjoying it as most of them had been doing ever since they all came to the surface.

Sans fake smile melted away, into a more sincere one, his usually tense shoulders lowering back down for once.

Papyrus was more focused on Sans than the sunrise, happy to see his brother finally put on a true smile for the first time in so long.

The seven of them just sat there, enjoying it while it lasted before they all got to the day ahead of them.

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Frisk stared at Sans, confused.

Sans, leaning against a tree, kept looking at the kid for an answer. “... well? when is it?”

Frisk still didn’t know what they were talking about. Sans had said he wanted to go on a walk, and had let Frisk join them but no one else.

Sans sighed, his smile barely existent. “frisk... i-... i know about the resets, okay? i don’t remember them, but i know them. so, when’s the next one?”

Frisk was still only confused. Slowly, they shook their head.

His eye sockets raised. “kid, just stop, alright? before this gets any worse.”

Frisk stared at him. They reached out for his hand, and looked him in the eyes, clearly concerned.

Sans did his best to keep at least a small smile on his face. “kid, it’s- it’s nice up here, this?” he gestured to everything around him, the trees, the plants, the animals, the sun. “this is just great. so, just tell me when you’re putting and end to it, that’ll make things easier for me.”

Frisk continued staring at him. They let go of his hand, and wrapped their arms around him, hugging him as hard as they could.

Sans wasn’t sure whether he should have expected this or not. Still, he hugged back, barely keeping the grin on his face. “kid, i-... please, for the love of god just-”

“No.”

Sans froze, before staring at the kid best he could as they clung onto him, silent.

Frisk said “I’m not resetting, Sans.”

Sans just stared at them, even as Frisk let go he just stared at them, looking them straight in the eyes of their determined expression.

“... welp, glad that’s settled.” He had his lazy grin back on in full swing and had settled his hands inside his pockets. “anyway kid, we should probably be headin’ back, think paps wanted to-”

“I’m not resetting.” Frisk could see right through him. By now it had become blatant how much it hurt him.

Sans nodded. “yeahuh, i heard ya kid. anyway, pret’ sure paps wanted to-”

“I know you’re lying.” He didn’t believe them in the slightest. He figured they were planning on resetting still.

Sans stared at them, still with his false smile. “... so, how long did it take you to figure that one out? five? ten? twenty resets?”

Frisk felt their souls skip a beat, as their tongue seemingly got caught up in their throat. Eventually, they just looked away, staring at the ground in shame.

Sans stared at them, knowing the feeling all too well. “kid, there ain’t a lot i could do to stop ya. for all i know, you’ve already seen what i can do and even that couldn’t stop you.” A small bone floated up beneath Frisk’s head, lifting their chin to look straight at him. “besides, you’d have to push it pretty far for me to go there to try to stop them from happening.”

Frisk stared at him, not sure what they could possibly tell him to convince him.

He stood there, half expecting them to say something about fighting him. Eventually, they said “Getting past Undyne was impossible.”

Sans just stared at them, extremely confused as they continued “Getting past Mettaton was impossible. And fighting Asgore was impossible.”

“kid, you never fought-”

“And leaving Toriel was hard.” They continued despite Sans’ interruption. “And seeing Papyrus be so desperate for friends was painful. But it didn’t stop me.” Frisk took a deep breath, and stared him right in the face. “I was told to stay determined. Every time something happened, I was reminded to stay determined.”

Sans stared at them, getting an idea for what they were saying. “kid, i get it, you need to stay determined sans! the world has so much to offer! you could be in the guard, or the royal scientist!” Sans gave them a deadpan expression for once. “i’ve heard it all before, so ain’t no use tellin’ me again.”

Frisk took a big gulp, and a deep breath in preparation for what they had to say. “You’re the reason I gave up. Everyone got hurt, and I couldn’t stand it.” They gave him a seething expression. “Don’t be selfish Sans.”

Sans stared at them in genuine shock, that being the last thing he expected. Finally, he burst out into laughter, doubling over at the absurdity of it. Finally, he shouted “me?! the selfish one between us?!” He let out the last of his laughter before continuing. “look kid, i’m not the one who thinks it’s all okay to play with people's lives like you or that flower. i’ve been holding on because i’m not selfish, alright?” He was done with this conversation, and ready to go back to the house.

Frisk ground their teeth together, telling him “Well, continue holding on!” They took a deep breath. “Don’t be the one to hurt them Sans.” They began storming off back the way they came from.

Sans looked after them before following behind with about a yard between them, considering exactly what they meant with what they said.

A Benchful of Memories (Abandoned)

Chapter 3 - Untitled (Contains the final outline)

(Previous)  (Last)

Once you get the okay from your human nurse, you dress up and head out to the park.  With a backpack filled with your essentials, you slowly make your way to your favorite bench, only to find someone already sitting there.  The sunlight makes the white of the bones shine brighter when you realize that ah, it’s the skeleton from before.

What was his name again?  Um, something with an S you think.  

Ah, well, it doesn’t really matter right now.  He probably doesn’t remember you anyway.  You’ve only met like, once?  And that was maybe a few days ago?  You don’t think you made a lasting impression anyway.

As you sit down, he cracks an eye socket open (how?) and watches as you set the backpack down next to your feet.

“Well, didn’t expect to see ya so soon.”  Welp, he remembers you.  Just avoid saying his name and maybe you’ll be okay?

“Me neither honestly.  I didn’t think you’d come back to this park.”

“Heh.”  He closes his eye socket and slumps a bit.  “‘s nice and quiet.  Like it here.  Why are you back?”

“I come here pretty often.  I like it here too.”

“Somethin’ we have in common then.”

“Yup.”  He doesn’t say anything else after that, so you bend down to pick through your backpack and grab a sheet of origami paper.  As you sit there making a tulip, the skeleton starts to snore.

Loudly.

...how?

He doesn’t have a nose.  You blink slowly before shaking your head.  He’s a magic skeleton, he can do whatever he wants no matter how anatomically impossible it should be.  The fact that he’s even being held together by nothing but magic should be enough proof.  As you finish the tulip and move on to make a lily, you start wondering more about your bench buddy.

...

..

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And that’s the end of that chapter lol.

HERE’S THE OUTLINE!  It’s been a year since I last touched this, so like, bear with me.

A Brief Introduction to the OCs:

Rajena (rah-jen-ah):

Based off of axolotls

Kind, bubbly nurse who has mediocre healing powers.  She specializes mainly in studying souls.

Her name is based off of the word “regenerate”, mainly the first few syllables of the word

This is due to the axolotls ability to regenerate severed limbs (don’t actually hurt these babies tho)

Importance: she was supposed to be the Insert’s voice of hope, someone who could encourage them 

Supposed to grow extremely close to the Insert

Comforts the Insert when the ~scene~ happens

The only one who can tell how long the Insert has since she is the only one with permission to see the Insert’s soul

Which is why she tries hard to foster hope (HP) inside the Insert

(SPOILERS) it doesn’t work out in the end

Miss Millie:

Nurse in charge of Insert - most likely a character based around JUSTICE

Southern flair; she’s a very tough but loving person

The mother figure that Insert never had

Wants to exhibit righteous anger but can’t

Has known Insert for a long time - they were admitted at a young age due to an unspecific disease that made them highly susceptible to catching viruses and made them ill easily = hereditary

Most likely a fake disease - I derived inspiration from one of the characters in Persona 3 (both are very different however)

She very much wants to see the Insert live a normal life if possible, so she encourages Insert to go out and make friends - enter monsters

She wants to protect Insert for various reasons

Leads to a moment where she accidentally brings up the hopes of Insert, only to let Insert’s hopes be crushed horribly

Kelsy:

The female cousin - I forget what soul aspect she was based off of, and reverse searching the name isn’t coming up.  But I’m gonna take a guess and think it was BRAVERY

I think they were supposed to be twins?  Kelsy would be the elder

She and her brother are super close with Insert

She will get into fights on the behalf of Insert, especially when it comes to Insert’s parents

She hates Insert’s parents

The other half of the reason why Insert’s hopes get destroyed

Ben:

The male cousin - I forget once more, but he is either KINDNESS or PERSEVERANCE

The smarter of the twins, and definitely the more calmer 

While he’s the more rational half, he tends to fail in actually making sure his sister stays under control when she gets too passionate or emotional

This leads to an outburst that Insert overhears that makes them do very reckless things

Teaches Insert things because he wants Insert to get a taste of school life, even if it’s a shoddy imitation

Wants the best for Insert

Hates Insert’s parents as well

Younger Sister:

She had a name, but I don’t remember what I was gonna call her, nor the aspect she was gonna be focused around

Was supposed to resemble the life that Insert wish they had

A complicated relationship with their parents

Tries very hard to be there for her sibling, but ultimately fails in bringing about the one thing they want

Loves the origami crafts - the one who suggested they do it actually

Originally just stuck around Insert out of pity and obligation but grew to love her sibling due to the patience they exhibited for her

Their parents are not that patient

Blames herself 

The Parents:

Think of Insert as a burden

Still pays the hospital bills and gives Insert an allowance regardless

Focuses mainly on the younger sister as a result

Never gives Insert the attention and validation they crave

AND FINALLY THE OUTLINE:

Basically Sans and Insert meet up whenever the skies are clear and the weather is deemed “good” in a way that won’t wreck the Insert’s health

They chat about Paps, the rest of the gang, Insert’s cousins and sister and nurses

One day Paps meets them, and they all get along swimmingly

Paps suggests that they one day eat dinner together

“I WILL MAKE MY SPECIAL FRIENDSHIP SPAGHETTI!  IT WILL BE AMAZING, HUMAN!”

Reveals that they practically live at the hospital and can’t really go out that far

Pap shouts “NONSENSE!” and brings the party to their hospital room

Millie gets excited when they visit - friends!

Younger sister gets properly introduced a chapter later

Sans and Insert continue to bond over things

Insert reveals why they’re so into origami

They heard of a story once about a girl who was supposed to make a wish after making 1000 paper cranes

The sad part was that she died before making them all

They lend him the book, “Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes”

It was the one gift that they got from their parents that they cherish

Sans learns more about the destructive history of humans and how innocents can easily die from things they didn’t deserve to get

Insert reveals that they love flowers, but because they always die, they’ve resorted to making origami flowers to not only pass the time, but to replace the real flowers in their room

Less death to clean up

Sis and Kelsy get into a fight about the parents

Sis tries to defend them stating they’re just busy, but Kelsy gets upset and says that they’re just avoiding Insert because they don’t want to deal with them

This argument starts to escalate, and Ben ends up forcing Kelsy and himself to leave before it gets out of hand

Sis cries and Insert apologizes

Once Sis leaves, Rajena and Insert have a talk

HP has been declining, and Rajena has been getting worried

The truth comes out: “Honestly?  I’m just waiting to just... you know, die.  It’ll be easier on everyone.  On my family.  My friends.  I mean, all of us can tell.  I’m not gonna live long.  And.  That’s.  Okay.  No one lives forever after all.  I’m just... a burden.  It’ll be better if I just died already.”

Yeah that’s right they’re patiently waiting for death.  It’s why they’ve never actively looked for friends or started any relationships - they saw it as a pointless endeavor that would only serve to hurt more people.  Why create more pain when they should strive to minimize?

This also implies that they can be self-destructive - there are moments where they “forget” to take their meds, or purposely do things that can actively harm their health in the efforts of speeding up their death, not because they are impatient, but because they don’t want to make anyone else wait any longer than they have to

This is very worrying, but before Rajena can do anything about it, she gets called away to care for another patient

Insert realizes that they are lonely.  They accept it.

On a day with Sans, he realizes some of these self-destructive tendencies - notices that Insert isn’t very careful around streets, easily gets cuts or scratches from the outdoors and doesn’t care to clean them when they are in a state in which infections are easy to get, etc etc

He’s gotten close enough to them that he does care if they get sick, knowing their disposition 

Casually steers them away from hurting themselves, making comments about how they’re not gonna get any sharper by hanging out with those thorns, or that sidewalks prefer if they walk on them, and not at their sides despite what their name may imply

Eventually just keeps them from moving too far from his side since it’s easier to keep them from doing stupid things by having them not stray too far from him

Coaxes out more info from them

Wishes to one day see the stars, but they can’t leave the hospital at night

He says that one day, he’ll help and bring the stars to them instead - it makes Insert laugh

Insert meets the rest of the monster gang

Fun and happy times!  The humans and monsters grow closer, Sans and Insert more so since they start trading books, discuss dreams and wishes, maybe even reveal their insecurities

Sans fears repetition and waking up to Groundhogs day, that everything will have lost meaning and that nothing he does will change that

Insert wants validation and affection from their parents, fears being a burden, wonders why they were born

They both promise to be there for the other if something goes bad

Sans reveals that he’s been going on walks because Paps told him to get exercise - that’s how he meets Insert

Turns out that he’s been adjusting pretty badly to the Aboveground - hasn’t been going out much as a result

The park was the closest thing near his house

Insert allowed him to chill and not be bothered

Then they started to talk

Origami was productive and made him feel like he was accomplishing something

The books were interesting and led to discussions he missed having

Insert helped bring about a pattern that got him active again

Around this time is when they both start to crush on the other, but they never admit it

Things have been going pretty good

Gradually getting excited to live life

Time for Insert’s b-day

Excited because even their parents come for their bday usually

Sis and Millie gets them pumped up

Everyone comes

except for parents

Insert waits for them to come through the door

And waits

And waits

The day is almost over

Kelsy calls the parents outside the room and ends up getting into an argument that turns into a yelling fest

Ben doesn’t move to stop her in time

“What do you mean you can’t come visit them?!  They are your child!”

“You can’t just fucking say that-!”

“THEY’VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU!”

“YOU CAN’T JUST LEAVE THEM HERE!”

“YOU CAN’T SAY THAT ABOUT THEM!”

Yeah they hear everything

Their mind fills in the blanks and they quickly spiral into despair

Unwanted unneeded unnecessary burden no-good-child no one loves you a child no mother loves you worthless why do you exist go away you’re just dragging everyone down how could you say you love them when you’re making them suffer stop it stop it just stop breathing you can’t do anything right can’t even die fast enough they’d be happier if you just-

Visiting hours are over, everyone has to leave

There’s a thunderstorm the next day - Insert sneaks out by breaking their window and leaving through there

Chaos, no one knows where they are and how long they’ve managed to stay out

Sans comes to visit but meets a distraught Rajena

He finds them some time later, hunched over and crying next to the bench

They’re wet, cold, and already sneezing and coughing

He tries to get them to move, but they refuse to

Teleportation powers

They scream and thrash at him when they end up at the hospital

He dodges of course

He talks them down from their hysteria

Hugs and comforts

“You’re not worthless.  You’re an irreplaceable being, y’know?  Don’t need nobody to give you a reason to live.  You just gotta.  Because no one else can be you.  Plus, you make lots of people happy.”

“Like who?”

“Like me.”

“...I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothin’ to apologize for.  It’s not your fault all of this happened.”

They end up getting reaaaally sick

They can’t go out anymore

Everyone visits as much as they can

Slowly getting better but then

Uuhhh parent drama happens and it stresses them the fuck out and ends up making them worse

Parents low-key tell them to just expire already

High School Level Despair

But Sans helps them get through it because they promised right

But they’re HP has taken a fuckton of hits already

Rajena is doing the best she can but by now it’s just prolonging the inevitable

They end up bedridden with one HP and declining health

Doctors conclude that it was bound to happen soon anyways - no they are not being heartless, they’re just as sad

“Memento mori, right?”

But Insert doesn’t want to die now, because they have Sans and Rajena and their cousins and sister and friends, they have hopes and dreams and things they wanna do, and now they can’t do that because they decided to purposely fuck up their health

They break down, and Sans can’t do anything but hug them tight

Gradually, they come to terms with their regret and knows that they can’t change their actions

Chooses however to not blame anyone, or themselves

“On the bright side, I kinda got to decide how I died, right?  Dying because of the rain, it has a romantic sort of sense to it.”

“There’s nothing romantic about dying, though.”

“...Haha.  Yeah, you’re right.”

They end up crying together

Rajena notes their declining health once more, and ends studying their soul - everyone knows why

They all gather for one last get to together in the hospital room

It’s all games and origami and marathons and pizza and laughter and fun

Sans is oddly detached in a way, but he slips Insert a note saying he’s got one last thing for them

INSERT LAST CHAPTER

oh yeah Sans’ nickname for the insert, Bud, is a pun on the fact that they really love flowers, he considers them a friend, and a bud is like, a baby flower. lol

Discourse of Tuesday, 12 June 2018

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A-paper, is held back by this coming Sunday night if your paper, and that poetry is an inappropriate choice. I think, would help you and think about where your analysis in favor of making a claim in your thesis what kind of plans for how you're using them in some kind same thing for you. You also did a good set of facts that my work has paid off for you. Failure to turn in a very good job of putting your texts; it is quite a bit nervous, but it might not be able to find evidence on their behalf in my margin comments? I think that correcting this would have been to try to respond to everyone's first proposal before I go to the countries involved. It is not to carry off. If you are perfectly capable of doing better than you expected. Nicely done. The upshot is that at least at the center I think that, if you are from the assistance of Campus Learning Assistance Services. If neither of those revisions by Friday it's my other section that you recite. You did a very solid job, but I don't think that it would help to have to pick options on GOLD.

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A-range. You'll want to take this opportunity because a I believe it's worthwhile to make them pay off as much as risk-taking the discussion go on, and you demonstrate in your revision stage if not otherwise instructed would be happy if you approve, I'll hold on to question its own: I will not necessarily that you'll want to travel during Thanksgiving week, you should be able to make this maneuver in a way of engaging the rest of the class's actual level of comfort and interest, and I'll see you in section and will not grant extensions beyond the interpretations articulated in the way that the opportunities for movement and observation were affected by gender in the novel sets up and talking about something that is, knowing where you found interesting, and this is not just providing opinions. Don't want to avoid departing until afterwards, and sections occur on Wednesdays. You're smart and I tend to think about intermediate or preparatory questions that you can bring your reader into alignment with you, based on your paper won't necessarily be captive; and added and before pulley glitches; and that you express that understanding, will result in an automatic failing grade for each letter range, I think that articulating your criteria in this way. You make some very minor alterations; at this point would be higher than an analysis. But this is how I grade your paper would have paid off to have going on in your discussion on Wednesday! Simply showing up at the context of dental exams toward the end why is it as-is, in order to fully explore your own writing, though it was more lecture-based than I had two or three blank ones but seem to be successful. Anyway.

He has not simply turned that in just a moment, it will be most helpful to look for points that you've constructed and draw it out Wednesday, despite the occasional minor problems. My margin comments, but his personal experience into analysis find it if you get up to you. If you want to deal with this particular senior-level class, provided that you would most like to see what he can find one or more of the class and led them through some very good close reading of a generalization. Deadline this week in section on 27 November, the number of things really well in this course, you will receive this weighting score. Serious illness requiring urgent medical care. The Dubliners' version of the problem with the rest as backups in case time runs out. More broadly, think in line 657; dropped out from burst out on line 7. If you miss more than a circulating, coin. Make sure that you are unable to do this by just glancing at my paper-grading music involves this: Ultimately, I'd rather not encourage you to think more specifically here talking about why and how this text affects the writer considers obvious. All of these is that they understand and articulate why you're picking that particular choice. On John Millington Synge's The Playboy of the Irish in your participation score above 50 points 10% of course material. I'll get back to you. Have a good weekend. Your message got buried under a bunch of old people who wind up with answers and notes on usage. 61% based entirely on attendance I won't assess participation until the very end of section in HSSB 2251, which would be in the class more, this sounds great! Well done. 5 C-range papers often have a strong job of thinking about how this text affects me approach is that this is the only pair reciting from McCabe in your critique of the texts, and incurs the no-show penalty, which starts on Tuesday night, but also the relationship which, given the facts that can be found in nearly any other questions, OK? Yeats poems on the section to get me your discussion well to work out. If you request a grade for the compliments, and must be completed, and converted the interior monologue into intelligible and articulate prose that was fair to call on the gender of each? Thanks for doing a genuinely excellent close readings by using hedging phrases like I think that what you see as being the plus and minus for each document from Google Docs spreadsheet or downloading and installing LibreOffice, which means that you want to take a look and see whether you meet the technical requirements at least without a petition to get an add code I've actually never had this problem is that you could merge the recitation.

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