#They're taking over the functions of a weak body

[ehrenyu]

Cells at Work AU featuring bingpups

inspired by this post about microscopic bingpups as blood gu

Everything was going okay when catastrophe struck. A major bleed!! Platelets were doing their job when it suddenly stopped and a thousand eyes stared up at them from the abyss. When the unattached platelets went about to do their business each found themselves with a new four-legged companion. "Arf! Arf!!" The same barks came up from the abyss so the platelets assumed the new cells were also platelets.

"Come on!! There's a lot of work to do!" Cheerfully yelled the nearest Platelet, who then crouched and cupped her hand to stage-whisper, "This body has anemia!"

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White Blood Cell's alerting antenna kept going off, patrolling the lungs, most bizarrely around any platelet he met. But there was no sign of dangerous bacteria or viruses. No sign of destruction. He was on edge. This body tended to easily harbor invaders because the Killer T Cells were too fatigued.

"arf, arf!"

A friendly-looking creature wagged its tail at him.

White Blood Cell didn't trust it, drawing his thick dagger when his bacterium alert went off in tandem to the strange creature's antenna that he hadn't decided was a cell or invader.

In a flash the small cute thing transformed into a vicious beast and tore the Streptococcus pneumoniae invaders, a common foe in this body, to pieces. To shreds.

White Blood Cell didn't even have time to call for backup.

The creature shrunk back to its friendly size again covered in gore.

"arf, arf!!"

White Blood Cell patted its head. "Good boy."

[miumiaoomyzi]

: how i think svt would be like when they're sick and you're the only one to take care of them

warnings: none.

genre: pure fluff.

notes: this is genuinely just a hunch of my thoughts on what svt would be like if they were vulnerable, please don't take it seriously. :)

seungcheol — honestly, he pretends to be so cool about it. 'oh a fever lol anyways' and a few seconds later he's suddenly on the sofa groaning and whining about how terrible his life is. and everytime you'd feed him porridge, you'd always do the airplane thingy. "here comes the airplane woooo!" "i am NOT a child." then proceeds to consume the whole spoon. he's such a cutie ugh.

jeonghan — enjoys your company so much. he ended up pretending to be sick for a whole ass week just to get off work and bathe in your glorious presence and hospitality even though his fever has already gone away a day after. "babeeee could you please fetch me the remote?" with big eyes and a slight pout. you always fall for it and he's genuinely so happy everytime you do.

joshua — could barely function normally cuz his fever is almost sucking the life out of him. voice, hoarse. mind, dizzy. body, sore. and he keeps repeating "love if you ever get sick i'll treat you ten times better." you just hum and nod, smiling at the stuff he keeps blurting out so randomly. he's literally fusing with the bed he can't get out cuz his body is sooo sore and weak. you feel so bad for him you end up staying at his side until his fever dissipates.

jun — pretends to be fine. like literally. "babe do you wanna get these slippers?" "omg look at this super cute reel about cats!!" he tries to hide the fact that he is NOT feeling well and is actually almost close to passing out. he even tries to eat spicy shit to relieve the feeling but it fails everytime. you end up finding out about his condition and basically grounding him to his room. and suddenly he constantly whines about his condition as if just earlier he wasn't wheezing over ig reels.

hoshi — absolutely ADORES it whenever you take care of him. blurts out random shit about his eternal love for you everytime you're near. "baby i wuv yu 🥺" out of NOWHERE. and he's giggling for no reason too. constantly asks for kisses despite his condition almost like his only motive is to get you sick w him so you two would be matching. and everytime you leave the room he starts whining SOOO LOUD. he even starts huffing, pouting, like the "hmph!!" typa shit LMAOO i love him sm

wonwoo — tries everything he could to make you not find out about his little fever. he keeps saying to himself "i can take care of myself" and the moment you show up to his door he suddenly crumbles and collapses into your arms. and ngl he had the LONGEST fever you've ever encountered. it lasted for almost a week which meant you had call off work for 5 days. you sometimes pull up those fruit sensory videos on your phone and he actually watches them. he sometimes even giggles. and he constantly frog blinks too omg hes so cute wtf.

woozi — stays in his studio claiming he's busy. and when the members found out about his fever they'd immediately tell you about it. "no i don't need help." even though his face is clearly red, snot almost running down his nose, limbs shaking and his eyes are genuinely pleading for care. he has his whole body covered in a blanket and only his eyes are visible. he looked so cute you ended up taking a picture and moving it to one of your folders dedicated to 'uji stolen pics'.

dk — genuinely he's just on low battery the whole time he's sick. he's not laughing nor cracking up any dumb jokes. just smiling fondly at you whenever you do something to relieve/lift the effect the fever has on him. and he can't stop staring at you too. just a weak, frail "thank you :)" whenever you feed him warm soup or replace his ice packs. and he's always ALWAYS asleep whenever he has a fever. like he was asleep until afternoon you actually almost panicked thinking he was dead. almost like he's recharging.

mingyu — immediately messages you "babe i'm sick :(((" and now you're running to his place like your life depended on it and it did. when you arrived he was genuinely a MESS. his hair is tousled, eyes are half-lidded and his lips are always in a pout. AND HE KEEP WHINING. even if you feed him soup, massage his legs, give him comforting words he is STILL whining. although deep down he really appreciates your care for him :( it's just he can't handle the fever and has to resort to letting out his suffering through random noises.

minghao — another one of the hiders, doesn't want you to find out thinking he can take care of himself. he keeps hiding his immense migraines and the sore feeling in his body. ends up making it obvious which leads to you to the rescue. and for no ABSOLUTE reason, he keeps trying to kiss you. claiming that kissing you would make him feel better and they do! just not on his fever though. he's also very sensitive and tends to resort to being glued into his bed. didn't care when you found out he was sick he NEEDED your help.

seungkwan — "this stupid fever." he genuinely needs a shoulder to lay on. he keeps grumbling about the problems his fever is causing and he DID rant about the problems. just with alot of pauses and stuttering. ngl you were surprised when he was quiet. he tends to be quiet during his vulnerable times even though he wants to let out the loudest whine ever, he thinks you might be annoyed (you wouldn't). during these times he could freely rant about his problems. and half of them included soonyoung LMAO

vernon — tries to isolate himself but no he's not going anywhere cuz you refuse. watches cat epic fail videos while he's sick cuz it's his only escapism. when you finally arrived, his screentime was cut extremely short. just wants to be by your side and he really enjoys your company :) although he is STILL trying to be nonchalant about it. "no i'll feed myself." then proceeds to do anything but feed himself. he keeps squirming too and bonus, HE CAN'T SLEEP. so you have to pull up asmr videos.

dino — honestly it's super normal to him on how you're taking care of him as if your life depended on it. you even have 3 checklists dedicated to relieving his condition. he also almost cried cuz the pain in both his head and body was too much for him to handle :( poor chan. despite his fever, he clings onto you alot like a koala. 'fever? dgaf next.' typa shit 😭

[godmadeaterribleerror]

Where Do You End Pt. 2

Main Masterlist - Dean Masterlist

Read on A03! - Pt. 1 - Pt. 3

Tags: Dean Winchester/Female Reader, angst, body swap, mentions of smut, humor, horniness, very weird

Summary/Warnings: You put the plan into motion, and Sam realizes you're not Dean a little too late.

Author's Note: Supernatural characters are incapable of the just making the emotionally smart choice on the first try, but they're doing their best.

Word Count: 4.5k

Dean had half shoved the phone into your hand. His hand. Your hand was the one who shoved it into Dean’s hand, and Dean’s hand was the one that was dialing Sam while your hand drummed on the table, and your own eyes watched you with a searing intensity that only Dean was capable of. 

You’re not sure what suddenly made him take this seriously, but you don’t really care. You just need this to be over. 

Because the last twelve hours have been the longest of your life.

It started with your eyes wandering where they shouldn’t. Dean would shift in his chair, your body would shift with him, and when your boobs would bounce it was suddenly impossible to stop staring at them. Dean would walk away from you—to the parking lot, or through a door, or over to the bar—and your hips would do a little swaying thing that made Dean’s body tense. 

Your body tense. Dean’s body that was right now your body—and only about twenty percent in your control—tense. 

And he’d bend over, and your ass would stick in the air, and it was like your eyes were magnetically drawn to it.

You have a nice ass. You’ve never really seen it before, but it’s a nice ass. And nice tits, and an overall face that was better than you’d ever really given yourself credit for. You’re pretty. You have good features, a nice voice, and a great body.

This experience would be an overall ego booster, if you haven’t spent the whole time trying not to lose your mind.

Because then Dean wiggled his ass—your ass—and your jeans felt tight. Almost painful. And there was a weird throbbing feeling between your legs that was deep in your core, but it was heavier than you were used to-

You’d glanced down at your lap with a frown, worried you’d done something to fuck up Dean’s body, and almost fallen out of your chair.

You never wanted to experience an erection again. They were uncomfortable and sudden and annoyingly obvious. They made it hard to focus when you were trying to talk to Dean about the situation, and distracting when you were trying to do research. 

It didn’t help how they were purely out of your control. How easily they appeared, and how impossibly they went. 

And Dean was not fucking helping. He’d squirm when you touched him, and you’d get a boner. He’d use your voice to whine or mumble or just say anything at all, and you’d get a boner. At one point he kicked you and you got a boner.

You don’t know how he functions like this. You’d been a little worried that he doesn’t. That you’re getting turned on by your own shockingly attractive body for some fucked up Freudian reason, and Dean’s got nothing to do with this.

Then you’d dragged him out of the diner, and it had killed that doubt with fire and smoke. You’d never drag your own body like that. You hated it when Dean did that to you—the close proximity and overall Dean-ness of the action always made you weak and soft, molding into him when you were supposed to be pounding on his chest and calling him an asshole—and you hadn’t even really been considering it as an option to stop him going to the bathroom, but Dean’s muscles had flexed against your will, his body had stood taller without your permission, and suddenly you’d been grabbing your own arm and manhandled Dean out of the diner.

He’d been sulking the whole ride back. It was the same way you usually sulked after he did that to you, with a pout and arms folded over your chest.

His boobs—your boobs—were pushed up. You could see cleavage when you glanced to the side, and your cock twitched in your jeans to shove between those pretty fucking tits-

What the fuck was wrong with you.

It was like your body—Dean’s body—had a mind of its own. Behaving as Dean would behave, had none of this shit ever happened. Opening doors and placing that broad hand on your lower back, towering over you closer than he had any right to be and pressing you into corners until he was only just not touching you.

You really wish you’d pushed harder to make him stop doing that. If only for the sake of you now, crowding your own space and getting hard whenever Dean would squirm away from you. But you hadn’t, because when it was you in your own body, you loved it.

It was a cruel, masochistic drug you’d hooked yourself on, where Dean didn’t want you like that but he was still giving you this. You were only his friend in his mind, but he still liked you as a body. He didn’t feel anything for you the same way you felt things for him, but there was still an animalistic attraction that made him hover and smirk and tease you.

It gave you something to hang onto. It gave you something to hate about him, because you really did love everything else. 

You really loved Dean. You really loved his dumb jokes, and his shit-eating grin, and how loud and annoying and adorable he could be. You loved how he loved his car, how he cared about Sam with everything he had, how he was maybe to biggest, hottest geek you’d ever met. 

You really simply loved Dean.

And he didn’t love you, and you’d forced yourself to live with that because you had to. He was still your best friend. You hate him, and you’re furious with him for telling you no and then acting like nothing had changed when he’d ripped your heart out of your chest, carved his name on it, and returned it without any desire to care for how he’d mauled you in a beautiful and irreversible way, but he’s your best friend. And you love him.

And this needed to be fixed now, because you can’t keep living in such firm and solid proof that Dean’s body wants you, but there’s something revolting enough to his brain that he never ever cross that line you’ve had to restrain yourself from all day.

The first step is to call Sam, and execute the secrets plan so you can have some help that isn’t just a grumpy Dean. The second step is to hiss at Dean that he needs to leave the room before Sam picks up, because the whole point is that this a you and Sam secret, and Dean isn’t allowed to hear it.

“You can’t just cut me out of this, sweetheart,” he hisses back, narrowing your eyes. It’s cute. You’re going to fucking die. “I’ll be damned if I let you and Sammy whisper about me while I just stand in the freakin’ hall-“

“Not everything is about you, Dean.” You sneer. “And if you want this to work, wait outside.”

“But-“

“Outside.” Your voice raises slightly as you point to the door, and there’s an authoritative, commanding tone to it that makes Dean’s eyes—your eyes—widen. “Now.”

Dean scowls and shuffles outside, his low grumble about this being bullshit muffled as the door closes behind him.

You glare after him—not loving how annoyed his body is that you just let Dean walk away without picking him up and kissing his hair—and Sam picks up seconds later.

“Listen, Dean, I know you’re freaking out, but you can’t keep calling me.” Sam sounds exasperated, and you frown into the air as he continues. “This is supposed to be my week off with Eileen, and it’s hard to relax when you keep fucking calling me.”

“I-“ You shake your head slightly, glancing back to the door. “What?”

“You’ve called me seven times, Dude. Listen, it’s not going to go bad, she doesn’t hate you, and all you need to do is talk about your feelings like an adult and everything will be fine.”

“I don’t-“

“Yeah, I know.” You can hear Sam’s eye roll through the phone. “There’s nothing to talk about, she doesn’t know what she’d be getting into, you’d rather be miserable and all that shit. Look, Dean, at this point all I can tell you is to get your head out of your ass, and stop calling me.”

“Sam.” Your voice is slow, cautious, and wired with things you don’t fully understand. “What are you talking about.”

He says your name like it’s obvious, and you think the world stops spinning. “I know you didn’t wanna solo hunt with her, but-“

“Why didn’t he- Why didn’t I want to solo hunt with her?” Your voice is more frantic than Dean’s usually is. You don’t really care. “What’s wrong with her?”

“Nothing’s wrong with her, Dean, you’re just still in love with her, and kind of being a fucking dick about it.”

Sam keeps talking. Something about how Dean’s always worried about hunting with you, how he’s always worried he’s going to slip up and put you in danger, how he’s afraid you’ll catch on to his real feelings, how he believes it’s easier when Sam is there to run interference and prevent too much of Dean’s hand from being shown.

It’s all just noise, though. Because there’s no way Dean loves you. He’d said he didn’t. He’d said you were his friend and nothing more, he’d shot you down, he’d apologized and told you the feeling would fade, because it was just a crush, and it would pass.

You’d spent months forcing yourself to be okay with that. You couldn’t make him love you. It would kill you to contort and reshape yourself into someone he would want, and if you did go down that path there was a chance you’d come out the other side someone he hated. 

You’d lost sleep reminding yourself that Dean loving you was not something you were owed. That you were lucky he cared about you enough to be your friend, and to let you down gently. He could’ve been cruel, and listed every reason you were vile and repulsive and had no right to be his. He could’ve told you to pack your bags and leave the bunker. 

And you’d tried to move on, because you owed him that much. You’d failed, but you tried.

He’d always stopped you. At countless bars he’d stepped between you and whoever you were flirting with, telling you Sam was drunk and they had to go now, or you all had an early drive in the morning and had to go now, or you just had to go now.

Sam had never really looked that drunk. 

Dean had always guided you out of the bar with a possessive hand on your lower back.

He’d rejected you, and he’d never let you get over him. 

As if he-

“Sam.” Your tone is harsh and cold. You don’t care. “How long has- Have I been in love with m-“ You correct yourself again with your own name, your voice dropping another octave, and there’s a long pause over the speaker.

“Forever, dude. You told me that like, day one you were whipped. I mean- You know that. Are you-“

“I’m fine.” You snap. You’re barely breathing. “Sam, I need you to feed the cat.”

For a second, you think the call dropped and that the plan hadn’t worked. The plan needed to work. You needed to get back into your own body so you could fucking kill Dean-

“Dean, we don’t have a cat. You’re allergic-“

“Sparky. In storage room nine. He needs food.”

“Spar- I don’t- What- Did-“ Sam snaps your name, and your heart jumps into your throat. “Did she tell you something? Did you get her drunk again? Because you know she’ll kill you when she gets sober, she hates it when you do that-“

You know exactly what Sam’s trying to accuse you—accuse Dean—of. You get loose-lipped when you drink. You tell secrets and lose your filter, and you always feel horrible in the morning because they’re rarely your secrets and the lack of filter is really embarrassing.

Dean’s told you it’s adorable. That he likes drunk you, because she’s honest and takes somehow less shit than sober you. That she’s you in the rawest form, and its’s awesome.

You can’t believe you ever bought that he didn’t have any feelings for you at all.

“There’s wet food in the pantry, behind all the cabbage and carrots. Should be enough for Sparky until I get home.” You push on, narrowing your eyes at the air. “Scoop the litter box too. I think I forget.”

“You- You’ve never been in the pantry. That’s why we-“ Sam cuts himself off, and you can hear the gears spinning in his brain over the phone. 

Then he says your name, and there’s an element of horror in his voice that feels pretty appropriate. 

“Thank fuck.” You mutter, and take your chances to try and just say it. “Code Vermilion, Sam.”

“Code- That’s a zombie situation, are there-“

“Shit- sorry.” You chew on your tongue, trying to recall the emergency system you’d fucking designed. “Code Puce.”

“You fucking body swapped?!” There is it. Thank God. “Why didn’t you just, you know, say that-“

“I couldn’t!” You were shouting, but Sam was also shouting, so it was only fair. “I called you all day on my phone, and the moment I tried to, the call dropped! I tried to email or text you and it never sent, I tried to fucking snail mail you and the letter burst into flames! Dean short-circuited a fax machine-“

Sam groans. “Shit, you’re gonna kill me. I mean Dean, Dean’s gonna kill me. I was never supposed to tell,” Sam says your name, then cuts himself off with another groan. “Fuck, I mean you, I wasn’t supposed to tell you- God damn it-“

“Sam.” Your voice has become clipped. Short. You don’t need a reminder of the previous conversation, and this just really needs to be over. “If I email you all the details, can you start looking for fixes?”

“Yeah, sure, just-“ He pauses, his voice dropping sightly. “You think emails gonna work now?”

“We’re talking about it and the call’s not dropping.” You shrug, even though he can’t see it. “Text me any solutions you have. I’ll keep you updated on my end, and when Dean gets home, make him sleep on the floor of your room and don’t let him go to the bathroom alone. Okay?”

“Oh- Wait-“ Sam says your name, and you can hear the confusion in his voice. “What do you mean when Dean gets home-“

“I mean when Dean gets home. Bye, Sam.” 

You hang up, and spend a long minute just staring at the wall.

Dean’s in love with you. Sam says Dean’s in fucking love with you, and you believe him, and you-

You can’t stay here. 

This needs to be fixed, but you cannot stay here. 

You open the door to the hall. And there he is. There you are, and your body—Dean’s body, the one that’s allegedly in love with you—is leaning forward to be closer to you. To Dean.

Fuck.

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

Dean frowns at you, pulling your lips down into a pouty frown. It makes your dick—Dean’s dick—twitch in his pants. 

“Tell you what?”

You brace your whole body, standing a little taller. “That you love me.”

“That I-“ Dean’s eyes narrow, and you’ve never been on the receiving end on your own glare. It’s more violent than you’d imagined, and his dick is twitching again. “What the hell did Sammy say to you-“

“Don’t blame Sam.” You snap. “Answer me.”

“You didn’t ask a freakin’ question, sweetheart-“

“Yes. I did.” You lean down a little, holding Dean’s gaze. “Were you ever going to tell me you’re in love with me.”

Dean stares at you, and you think he’s going to deny it. That he’ll grunt that you’ve had this conversation before, and he doesn’t love you. That he doesn’t know what the hell you’re talking about, and whatever Sam said was a joke. Just a prank, and you need to focus on fixing this body swap instead of your feelings.

What he does is worse. 

He shakes his head, refuses to meet your eyes, and pushes his words through his teeth.

“You were never supposed to know.” He mutters. “It was for your own good-“

“Shut the fuck up, Dean!” Your voice is a roar, and you make yourself flinch, but Dean doesn’t.

He’s in your body. 

You never flinch when Dean shouts, because you know he’d never actually hurt you-

You’re going to start fucking crying. You probably already would have, if it didn’t feel like an effort in Dean’s body.

“You- You broke my heart.” You glare at him, your voice half between a hiss and a whisper. “You told me you’d never seen me that way, and you apologized. You said you didn’t want me. You told me the feeling would pass, and then you fucking stopped it-“ Your voice raises, and you stand a little taller. You can be shattered and furious. You can be a fucking storm of glass to break and carve into Dean the same way he did to you, because how could he do this to you. “You fucking stopped me from moving on! You cockblocked me, and you got angry whenever I’d go out without you, and you kept touching me and acting like everything was fine-“

Dean says your name slowly, and you can hear the regret in his voice, but you don’t care. This hurts, this hurts so much worse than before because you’d felt insane, you’d driven yourself mad with love for Dean and he’d just tightened the straitjacket and acted like you’d find a cure for this when he’d been actively keeping it from you-

“Why the fuck would you do this?! Do you hate me? Am I really that horrible that you can’t stand the idea of being in love with me-“

“It’s not you.” Dean snaps your name, shaking his head. “It’s- I was keeping you fucking safe-“

“Fuck off-“

“No!” His voice—your voice—is trying to mimic your own shout, and it’s not really working in his favor. “You- you don’t fucking get it, sweetheart, if I let us do that, let us be that, you’d have a target on your back, every son of a bitch in hell and heaven would use you and hurt you, just to get to me-“

“I’m not stupid! I know what the risks are just associating with Winchesters, and I don’t care.” You rub your face, and everything hurts. You feel like you’re choking on the air, and you can’t be here. “I didn’t care, Dean, I just wanted you.”

“You would’ve cared.” His voice—your voice—is bitter. Hollow. Resolved. “When you were being tortured and murdered, you would’ve cared. And I would’ve had to live with it. With the fact that I lost you-“

“You wouldn’t have lost me, Dean.” You fish the keys to the Impala out of your pocket, and toss them to him with his phone. “You never would’ve lost me, if you’d actually fucking tried.”

It would be kinder to let him get in a word, or a protest, or even a sort of apology. But everything hurts, and you really can’t fucking stay here or you’ll rip off your skin—Dean’s skin—and beat in your own skull with your hands. 

Your real skull—holding Dean’s mind—with how raw and furious this pain is, or Dean’s real skull with self-inflicted pain.

And that’s why you’re past kindness. You’ve been shot and choked and stabbed and sliced to pieces, but this is the worst pain you’ve ever know. He was never supposed to hurt you. You’d always trusted that this huge lunk of a body would never hurt you.

But you hadn’t counted on Dean, and how he’d been willing to risk your of peace of mind for his misguided, self-sacrificing martyr bullshit.

You’d always tried to tell him that you didn’t want him to sacrifice for you. That him staying with you meant more than him leaving you alive, but alone.

And he’d never listened.

So now you’re walking away.

Dean will be fine. He’ll get your body safely back to the bunker, tell Sam everything that happened, and figure out how to justify this to himself.

Sam will make sure nothing happens to your body until this gets fixed. And you’ll take care of Dean’s body by yourself, far away from Kansas, hiding in a shitty little harbor town until you work this out.

Alone.

Just like Dean had wanted.

For a long week, time drags to a crawl. You hole in a motel room with a laptop, coffee and vodka—you don’t really care which on you’re drinking when your go for a glass, just as long as it’s one of them—about half of a gas station’s junk food supply, and the local library’s entire collection of books of cult, myth, and lore.

The motel is dusty and warm, and the nights are horrible and cold, but this is what you needed. You stop running into doorways and hitting your head on things, and you figure out how to sleep comfortably in his body. You learn how to go to the bathroom and barely touch or think about what you’re doing, how to not get weirded out when the same face you see in your dreams is the same one that greets you in the mirror.

And you miss him. A lot.

But your fury is stronger than the ache for him to return to your side. And there’s a slightly fucked up comfort to being trapped in his body. You can watch the hands you’ve had graphic and detailed dreams about sort through papers, and you can bite your lips and understand what that sensation would do to Dean’s body.

You never cross that line. Dean’s cock will call itself to attention at random time, and you’ll just ignore it, no matter how demanding it feels. 

You’re getting really good at ignoring things.

Calls. Texts. Voicemail after voicemail from Sam and Dean. You listen to one or two, just to check—they’re fine, just angry you’ve vanished and demanding to know where you are—and delete all the rest. Sam gives up after a few days, when you respond to his email about Eurasian body swapping lore with a list of your own working theories. 

You think he’s just happy to know you’re alive.

This doesn’t seem to be the case for Dean. 

He doesn’t stop trying to get you to pick up the phone. His voicemails get longer and longer, and his texts come more and more frequently, and the only thing that save him from being blocked is that you still love him.

You’d meant what you said. Dean would never lose you, not really. You’re just certain that if you talk to him or see him he’ll try to explain himself, and you don’t want an explanation. You just fucking want him, and as long as he’s going to keep pretending that’s something he can’t give you, he doesn’t get to have you at all. 

So you keep the door locked, keep your phone on silent, and just fucking work until you fix this. 

And when you do, you don’t bother with a warning. You find the exact curse, work out the ritual for reversal, and do it. 

The world blur, your head spins and Dean’s body seizes like it’s been struck by lightning, and that’s it.

You’re in the bunker library, lying on the floor as Sam hovers over you, and it’s over.

“Dean, what the-“ Sam jostles you slightly, and a little vomit shoots up your throat. After effects. “Dean-“

“Not Dean.” You mumble your own name, shoving Sam’s hands away from your face and pushing yourself upright. “I fixed it.”

“You-“ Sam shakes his head, scanning over you with a frown. “You fixed it?”

“Obviously.” You rub your temple, your head pounding and everything far too bright. “Dean’ll be in Sekiu, Washington.”

“Why-“

“Because that’s where I was-“

“I know that.” Sam snaps, giving you a glare. “Why are you telling me. You’re the one going to get him.”

You roll your eyes. “No, I’m-“

“You are.” Sam’s making a stern bitch-face. He’s about to get punched. “Because either you act like an adult and go talk to Dean, or he stays in Washington until you grow up.”

“Until I-“ You give Sam a look of pure disbelief. “He’s the one who lied to me! Why do I have to grow up-“

“Because it’s Dean. You know he wasn’t trying to hurt you-“

“But he did.” You rub your arms for comfort, and God, it’s nice to be back in your own body. You know where to pinch your own skin to keep your head right, and you can cross your legs without any discomfort, shielding your face from Sam by bowing your head and letting your hair take care of the rest. “He was just going to let me think he didn’t love me, that he didn’t care-“

“You know he cared.” Sam says, his voice still firm, but a little more gentle. “He does care. He spent the whole week trying to figure out how to fix this, and when I told him to stop calling you he told me to shove it, because he needed to work this out. He’s just-“ Sam sighs. “He’s Dean.”

“I know.” You chew on your lips, frowning at the floor. “But it’s- It wasn’t fair, Sam. It was mean. It- I don’t feel loved. I just feel like he didn’t love me- didn’t want me enough to do something about it.”

“Okay.” Sam shrugs. “Tell him that. Or just kick his ass, because he deserves it, or make out with him. I don’t care, as long you go pick up Dean, and I get my week off.”

You give him a flat look. “You just want your secret spa time-“

“Yeah, I do. Get out.”

“But-“

“You get to drive the Impala again. The keys are in your pocket.”

Your hand flies to your jeans, and they are. And Sam’s right, you do have to work this out somehow. If you leave the bunker, you’ll be abandoning the secret cat to Sam, and it’ll die within the week.

So you’re either kill Dean or-

You don’t let yourself think of the alternative. You’ve trained yourself not to. 

But it doesn’t stop the spark of hope in your chest when you start Baby’s engine, take a long breath, and head out to go get Dean.

End Note: Sam I hope you have a wonderful secret spa day, you've earned it my king.

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[that-hippie-user]

Without hypnosis, how would you encourage someone to become a diaper-addicted bedwetter? What’s the best argument you could make to win them over?

i'd like to answer this in the form of a ramble. no hypnosis, no traps, no triggers. literally just a lesson from me to you. click below if you're curious.

some folks describe the world we're in as one that tries to fit you into a mold, to shape you a desired way.

but a mold is a very simple process, pour liquid substance into a vessel with the desired shape, let it solidify, and its done. taking an otherwise shapeless thing and giving it shape in a very easy way.

life is not a mold, but an extruder.

a length of meterial is sent down a tube, which itself gradually shifts from the original shape, to the desired one.

the process is gradual, the material shapes itself almost as if it were meant to, but it's being guided to that shape by the tunnel its in.

you werent given a role from the start and made to fit it, you were gradually acclimated to that role until it became normal.

its the small things. being corrected on how you sit, or how loud your voice is, or telling you to stop tapping your feet, or saying particular interests dont fit your role.

i used to naturally cross my legs, i had an interest in pink, i loved made for dvd cartoons like strawberry shortcake or tinker bell. turned out i was transgender, and the role of "boy" was one i was shaped to be through peer pressure.

now, what does this have to do with diapees?

put simply, you NEVER had a say in potty training.

kids often have no say in a lot of things, its taken for granted that a kid needs guidance if they're gonna be safe in this world. but potty training is a universal lesson.

how did YOU react at the time? to being told you have to "graduate" from diapers. were you agreeable? upset? did you try to rebel? it doesnt matter, all roads lead to you being potty trained.

its so deeply ingrained in our society its practically a core foundation. think about this for a moment, KINDNESS is not mandatory. sure, as a kid you're taught to share and care, but how many people do you know who carried that into adulthood? in fact, in a capitalist sense, kindness is a weakness to the goal of profit.

so, we live in a world where you CANNOT under ANY circumstance choose to be diapered, unless you "need" to, like, if there is no alternative. and yet you can live life as the biggest jerk in history and you're not even guaranteed a reprimand for it.

and yet... everyone ALSO agrees that being a kid is the best thing in the world, and you should enjoy it while you can because it wont last, you cant go back to that.

and that much IS true... but you CAN go back in some ways.

oh sure, you WILL grow up. lessons get learned, fears develop, motor function improves, your body gets taller and stronger, and your brain naturally develops as it goes, that much is ALL true...

but... you CAN still wear diapers... in fact, it almost seems like you're gently encouraged to? cuz like... every store with a pharmacy has a nearby section for adult diapers, they got ENTIRE ISLES of diapers. in every size you'd need.

because as much as society tries to tell us diapers are meant to be left behind, we cant deny that sometimes they are necessary, stores NEED these if they can have them.

and if thats the case... if systems are in place for people to wear diapers... what exactly is wrong with using them?

and furthermore, its probably the ONE holdover from childhood you can always go back to.

no matter how big you get, you cant change one universal fact. diapers exist, they have an intended function, and you CAN use them, if you are brave.

and if you do? you're being a TRUE rebel, moreso than most really. you're doing the ONE thing adults must NEVER do, the thing that potty training was MADE for.

if you wear and use diapees, you are choosing to reject an instinct of adulthood in favor of your own personal rebellious joy, and that is BADASS.

and why shouldnt you? if gender is a social construct, then so is growing up. you CAN redefine what it means to you. you can decide for yourself what it means.

and if you do... you ALSO have the option... to take it FURTHER.

because you know... training like that can be UNDONE too.

not fully, mind, your body now has the ability to know when it needs to go, that much stays.

buuuuut. your ability to hold it CAN be undone.

;3 and thats not even hypnosis, all you have to do is use your diapees! X3 im not joking, peeing yourself outside of a bathroom scenario gives your body and brain permission to do it elsewhere.

UwU and with time... it gets harder to hold it. ;3 how long does it take?

3 WEEKS

3 weeks of continued diaper use is all it takes to lose control.

but why? why lose control? what point is there is making you wet yourself? (or mess if thats your thing. X3 its certainly mine!)

because if using diapers is rebellion, then unpotty training is FREEDOM

its the ultimate middle finger to the training you were given, a sound rejection of the thing you were taught is most important.

and once you reject that... the skies the limit!

do you have any idea how much CONFIDENCE it takes to willingly make yourself a puddlepants?

if you're willing to do that, no force on this earth can stop you. gender? redefine it as you please. fashion? you wear diapers for underwear, wear whatever you want. hobbies? passions? do what you like! ;3 not like bathroom breaks can stop you anymore.

so go nuts! have fun! live life on YOUR terms.

diapers are fun, diapers are soothing, diapers are freeing, and diapers are YOURS to wear.

be free, be a mushtush!

[eventide-paradox]

"From that moment, I truly understood the weakness of my flesh. It disgusted me."

go my operation ichor faction Meet the Mechanists, a faction centered around technology- more specifically, around using it to transcend the limits of a Toon's body. The Mechanists believe that although attempting to cure the Twisted infection is an ultimately fruitless task, the power of technology can be used to cull the Twisted hordes, and ensure that the infection spreads no further.

IDEOLOGY: The Mechanists believe that the Toon species as it currently is has far too many limitations and weaknesses to truly thrive, especially against the threat of the Twisted hordes. In the eyes of the Mechanists, Mother Nature has done enough. Now, it's time for Toons to take evolution into their own hands, with the power of technology. All members of the Mechanists have been cybernetically enhanced to some degree, with the extent of the mechanical enhancements corresponding to how high up in the faction's hierarchy a member is.

VIEWS: Gardenview - Neutral: "We respect them, but if they refuse to evolve, they'll fall like the rest." Ruin Corp - Positive: "They do their jobs well, no questions asked. A useful asset, that's to be sure." The Merchant Order - Positive: "Trustworthy, and a good source of materials and supplies. Not much more to say on them, really." The Greater Good - Neutral: "Useful allies, but if they truly think ending the infection is possible, than they're even more deluded than I used to be." The Overseas Commandment - Neutral: "They stick to their ways, and we stick to ours. The seas are no friend to us and our machines, but we have no quarrel with those who travel them." Zodiac - Negative: "Fools."

RANKS: 1: At the bottom of the Mechanists' hierarchy are Apprentices, those who have recently been recruited into the faction. Apprentices are managed and watched over in groups of two to four by Adepts or Integratives, and only have simple enhancements such as a night-vision eye or retractable claws on their fingers. 2: A step above the Apprentices are Adepts, those who have successfully created a functional Automata. Adepts generally have simple, performance-increasing enhancements, things such as springs in the legs to aid in jumping or hydraulics in the arms to increase brute strength. 3: The third (and for most, final) rank in the faction are known as the Integratives, those who have either fully replaced a major part of their body with machinery or integrated (hence the name) technology into a part of their body to the point that the flesh and the metal might as well be one and the same. 4: The fourth rank in the Mechanists is shrouded in secret, known only as the Council of the Engine. There are eight members of the Council, each one in charge of a different aspect of life in the faction, and the identities of the members of the Council are unknown to all. All, that is, except for... 5: The highest-ranking member of the Mechanists, the Engineer. Shrouded in television static and speaking in a computerized voice, the Engineer is the one who started all of this...

AUTOMATA: Automata are the signature of the Mechanist faction. They are robotic Toons, Twisteds, and animals, built to work or fight alongside their creators, and they have various abilities depending on the creature they were based on and their creator's rank within the faction. There are three primary types of Automata- Bulwarks, used for defense, Vanguards, used for exploration and combat, and Steelbacks, used for labor and aid.

Operation Ichor is by @slumbrr-r! Go check their blog out, it's really cool!

[ikamigami]

I have some more evidence that Doctor might actually not be dead and that he more than likely will come back

I completely forgot about these really important aspects to Doctor's character and his story. This is something that can be used as evidence cause this is official stuff and it's something that gives more weight to my speculations in "Is Doctor alive?" theory.

1) Doctor knows about the letter that player received at the beginning of chapter 1 - he's the only character that mentions and aknowledges the letter which shows us that he knows things that other characters don't know about. This hints to him having more going on with him and his importance in the story.

2) Doctor was a narrator in "Story so far" - this and chapter 4 ARG is what hyped Doctor's character for fans cause this makes him feel like more important character. And this combined with 1) point shows us that Doctor sees everything. He even knew that Prototype is Ollie (we can conclude that from his tone when he said "the infuriating ally" part).

3) Doctor's character description on poppyplaytime website (so it's official) - "Doctor Harley Sawyer, commonly referred to as “The Doctor”, was the originator of the Bigger Bodies Initiative, and a former pupil of Elliot Ludwig. Ruthless, egotistical, and completely amoral, he orchestrated the systemic experimentation of hundreds to pave his elusive “golden path”, only to be subjected to the same experimentation. His mind made into a prison of wires and terminals, his project stolen from him, he’d become just as much a prisoner as the experiments he created. In the years since the Hour of Joy, the Doctor has become a monster unburdened by any pretense of humanity, the final steps on his “golden path” seemingly within his reach." - the last sentence is what's important. Doctor isn't confined anymore by whatever human limitations he had and that he's really close to achieveing golden path which is immortality.

4) Doctor's speech in ad for Project Playtime (I completely forgot about a very important detail of his speech) - "Mortality is the curse of the weak, the fire that incinerates the flesh. I strive to snuff that flame. Call me a monster, but I am simply a man who escaped incineration, and embraced the infinite!" - this is really huge and important cause only now after chapter 4 it makes total sense. Now we know what exactly Doctor meant by a man who escaped the incineration (he escaped death as he was transformed into experiment) and embraced infinite (he embraced the infinite nature of having digital mind). I didn't realize at first that Doctor said this as something that already happened (he used past tense) because we all assumed back then that he died during the Hour of Joy. This speech being this old because it exists even before chapter 3 makes it even more important as a clue and evidence of Doctor survivng his death in chapter 4 as digital entity.

5) The untitled poem being about The Doctor - people wrongly assumed it's about Huggy Wuggy because of felted feet. When we shouldn't take it literally because it's poem. Poems most of the time use figurative language not literal. And it's important to remember that first this poem showed in ARG for chapter 4 which was heavily focused on Doctor not Huggy Wuggy or any other character. And then we saw this same poem after we killed Doctor when we went back to Safe Haven. The poem:

"On felted feet and with bated breath

Sleep draws ever near

Over paths turning clear

But I am not afraid of death

For we have already met"

This means non other than a person in poem quietly awaits the inevitable death but they're not afraid cause they survived death once already.

Considering that Doctor wanted to achieve immortality and was really close and he embraced infinite - probably learned how to live and function as digital form - the poem being about him makes the most sense also because his body died during experimentation. He could no longer live as human. Only some of his organs remained. And the poem is written in his style of speaking.

Now I'll give you my speculation based on my theory and what I presented here.

Remember the tape "Time" from chapter 4? The one with Doctor and Prototype talking? From this tape we know that Prototype needed Doctor to learn about secret hidden within him. The secret to immortality.

This combined with what happened later - Prototype being happy as Ollie that we killed Doctor - points to the fact that Prototype threatened Doctor that he'll get rid of him if he'll be stalling. The funny thing that I realized is that Doctor had here huge advantage over Prototype which Prototype didn't seem to notice.

Doctor has knowledge that even Prototype doesn't have. This heavily implies that Prototype wouldn't know if Doctor lies to him or tells him the truth. Doctor could sold him a lie and Prototype wouldn't even know that and after Doctor stopped being useful Prototype got rid of him with our help.

Doctor didn't seem afraid of Prototype even if Prototype's voice was threatening and leaving no room for objection. And yet Doctor ignores it and even demands Prototype to find more time. Prototype agreed because he doesn't have a choice here. Which definitely shows that Doctor had advantage in this situation.

And let me tell you more. I think that Doctor found what's that secret but he didn't share it with Prototype. He didn't have to share it with Prototype. He could use it to help himself "escape the incineration" and achieveing "golden path". "Sleep draws ever near Over paths turning clear" the death is coming for him but his goal is clear. He knows what to do. He isn't afraid of death anymore. He knows the secret to "infinite" eternal life as digital entity. And Prototype being impatient with Doctor stalling could decide to get rid of him without finding out what the secret is.

And also maybe Doctor really wanted someone to come to factory to power up the place cause more power would definitely help him achieve whatever he wanted as digital entity. He could avoid death as he could scatter/disperse into still working parts of facility's network/system.

He was observing us from the beginning so he could easily guide as where he wanted and use us to help him with his plans.

If this doesn't convince you I don't know what will. But I'm sure (almost 100%) that Doctor isn't dead and he'll come back.

And what's important is that I think that he has his own storyline apart from what's going on with Prototype and Poppy. Poppy Playtime can be more complex story with more than one plotline. Having more plotlines makes a story more complex and layered.

We can clearly see that Doctor's goals aren't focusing on whatever is going with Prototype and Poppy and it goes beyond the factory. He wants to achieve immortality and ascend beyond humanity's limitations. And from what I gathered here we can conclude that he was able to do that.

[lordmushroomkat]

I find disability perplexing, sometimes. Because.. what counts as a physical disability? Which things are only mental disabilities? Which things don't count at all?

Physically disabled people often tell us mentally disabled folk to be careful not to talk over them because the things are not the same. But uh. At what point do I qualify? At what point can I contribute to the conversation? At what point are my symptoms inconvenient enough to be valid?

Because like. I need glasses to see. And sure I have access to the corresponding disability aid for the problem (glasses), but I can't see to full capacity. My eyes physically do not function as intended. Most of the time it doesn't inconvenience me, but even with the glasses I experience difficulties. For example if I want to see something beyond a certain distance (about half a room away) I have to consciously focus my eyes in on it so I can see details. Frequently this causes mental fatigue and headaches. I also get nauseous when I try to read (or just focus intently on specific parts of a stable object) in a moving vehicle. Sometimes taking off my glasses helps with that, but most of the time I have to just stop reading or I might actually throw up. This is a major inconvenience. Is that considered a physical disability?

I have exercise-induced asthma. When doing aerobic activity my respiratory system --from my mouth to my lungs-- starts to ache more and more until I have to stop to catch my breath. This affect can be reduced by using an inhaler first, but I frequently forget about it because I spent most of my early life not knowing what the problem was. This experience hurts, it is painful, it is debilitating. It didn't used to be so obvious to me because my muscles got tired at a similar-enough pace that I simply assumed I get tired fast, but now? The flesh is strong but the lungs, the lungs are so so weak. I want to run and hike and dance and I know that I could --that the strength I have would support me-- if only I could just breathe! I always feel like I'm just doing it wrong and that if I just learned the trick, just learned how to breathe right, then I could do anything! And maybe there is a trick to breathing while moving! But my lungs still don't work the way they should! My body can't function! I have to stop to take a rest repeatedly during any aerobic activity, including running for longer than very short distances or just walking long distance; any amount of exertion eventually requires me to stop completely and wait for my body to stop aching before I can continue. Is that a physical disability?

And hey, here's something interesting that not a lot of people know about! Autism often comes with some degree of hyper-extension of the joints! Which sounds like a good thing: until you realize that this means your knee joints lock further back and it messes up your posture. Until you realize that you have to routinely crack your joints to remove the stiffness and maintain dexterity. Until you realize that your legs and arms are constantly trying to escape your hip and shoulder joints; and you have to realign them and keep them in place. Until you realize that you are predisposed to straining leg muscles. Until you realize that your joints started aching in elementary school. Until you have to teach yourself not to lock your knees so you have actual reliable stability. Until you realize that you stand weirdly. Until you realize that none of your joints stay where they're supposed to. My body requires regular maintenance (cracking my joints back into place every hour or so) to have full mobility. Is that a physical disability? It's only an extremely common side-effect of a mental disability, so does it count?

I also have auditory processing issues from the autism. Too many layers of different sounds can get overwhelming such that I can barely hear what's in front of me. And sure, that's because of my brain not filtering out the extra noises, but it's still a hearing problem. I still can't always hear things. The meat computer in my skull refuses to do its job and as a result my ability to hear what I need to be hearing is inconsistent. Is that a mental disability because it's in my brain, or a physical disability because it's not the mind part of my brain failing here?

And I have some sort of heat regulation issue! I always ran hot and sometimes that's convenient (when it's chilly out) but whenever it gets hot it's extremely debilitating! When I overheat I can't move as well and I get fatigued and my brain starts to melt (by which I mean that I get so warm that my brain ceases to be able to process things at anything like usual speed). Overheating is a major problem for me and there's very little I can do about it! Ice only goes so far. And I can't very well live in a tub of water for the whole summer (trust me I've thought about it, extensively) because it's just not practical! Heat is overwhelming and renders me non-functional and it kinda hurts too. Having an overly-warm body is debilitating in an environment that experiences summertime. Anything over 75°F and I start to become uncomfortable, anything much more than that and my brain gives up on the concept of thoughts and I start seriously considering the underwater lifestyle. For most of summer and a good deal of late spring/early fall I have two modes; overheated or underwater. That's debilitating. That's dis-able-ing. Does that count as a physical disability?

What counts as a physical disability? At what point are my struggles valid? When am I inconvenienced enough to be part of the conversation? Are my aches and pains and hurts profound and frequent enough to qualify for the label "physically disabled"?

Should I just shut up because my problems aren't big enough? Should I just bear it without comment because my body mostly works? Are my problems too pedestrian and basic to be valid considerable struggles? I lived my whole life blaming myself for my achey lungs and my weird joints. I spent my whole life overwhelmed and frustrated because I couldn't quite see, couldn't quite hear, and couldn't function at all when overheated. Is that a part of the conversation? My body hurts sometimes, and it doesn't always work the way I want it to, and actually now that I think about it I think my body always has some kind of low-grade muscle ache going on that I just sorta stopped noticing.

I don't dare call myself physically disabled --because that's not up to me to claim-- but if you asked me if I considered my body to be functional I would say an emphatic no. Like sure, I can get through the day, it carries me where I need to go; but I set up my life on purpose to avoid physical (or mental) strain wherever possible. I rarely go places, I rarely go do activities, I rarely go see people, I rarely exercise, I rarely do any of the things that my body struggles to do because I can't trust that my body will continue to support me if I make it attempt anything that might pose any challenge at all. There are very very few exceptions to this. Only a few events per year do I actually push my body in any meaningful way and it always takes days for me to feel like I've recovered from the aches and mental strain.

Is that what a physical disability is? I don't know. I don't know if it's enough that I hurt or if I have to actually be broken for it to count. I don't know.

So yeah, conversations around disability confuse me sometimes. Because mental disabilities are rarely just mental.

And autism in particular comes with ow-my-senses-don't-work and ow-my-joints-don't-go-there. Which seem like very physical problems to me.

A lot of mental disabilities seem like they have more to do with the brain as a malfunctioning meat computer (the brain as an organ) than the mind as a consciousness (the brain as a person). But I don't know if we actually consider that difference at all. This confounds me greatly.

How do we even define how debilitating something must be to be considered a physical disability?

[lillylila2]

The old Tale of Avox

The Yuuzhan Vong pass around the tale of their Lord the Unholy Bane of the Hapain system.

Once there was a boy in the Hapain system. He always worked to exhaustion by his masters but as cruel as they were they could be worse than the visions of the realm of chaos he got in the night. Avox hadn't had much just a friend and a father in this horrid bother of a home but one day his dad had enough and caused a big huff resulting in the death of him and his son's friend. Now some say they made them take a bolt to the head or strung them up like a wire but despite the story they're certainly dead and expired. Avox filled with sorrow and alone awakened a power unknown so that these hapains won't see tomorrow.

Now Avox laid there weak and alone losing his only home he laid there ready to die but down came a sith in a form of flesh and metal. She had sensed Aux's power untamed and wild and in the guise of an angel to have his powers domesticated and vile under her new reign.

As her apprentice Aux was trained in power and reign to control those around him spread sorrow to those who surround him. He would be forced to work alongside 5 bounty hunters those being eyrie with eyes sharp as her blaster shot, Brier with an intelligence growing ever higher, Friea whose form was slender and fair, Barack whose strength was too much to bear, and Slick with a tongue cunning yet quick. The 6 would depart on a quest to claim a kyburr Chrystal although they faced their challenges each one each tough enough to give anyone calluses. They grew close like friends or so Avox thought until the end. Avox was shot in the spine, beat into line, mockery so horrid, and forms so adhorent his once friends have left him to die and what for just so that they may get a bigger reward?

Then he heard that voice once more " oh,my apprentice how you have been ravanged and discarded by those pathetic simpletons. I'm still your friend. You believe that don't you?" Before he could respond he passed out fast with his life hanging on by a thread.

In his masters lab within a stasis chamber he was modified. Genes sliced and diced, with metal infusion and delusion, being bigger, better, stronger, faster, and a monster although he was not fully unconscious with his nightmarish visions of chaos twiddling him down, degrading his mental walls, before finally he broke leaving him twisted into a manic monster of flesh and steel.

Upon his awakening it was not one of pained screams or one of immense hatred he lunged out of his stasis chamber shattering through it like a starving hound awaiting his next orders with an immense sense of psychopathic excitement. The old Avox was gone and in its place was all his desires and hatred twisted into this manic Demonic form towering over his master with a demented smile stretched upon his maw from corner to corner.

Much much later after several tests which were more like torture methods to test Lumiya's new creations endurance Avox got his rematch with old friends. Lumiya set up a trap leading her once past marauders into a secret mining facility upon the planet Ord Mantell. This mine was like an aberration, metal pipes along the walls and ceiling pulsing like veins with the only light source being a hand lamp which could hardly light the way making the tunnels look like it just faded into nothingness. The machinery looks to be expanding with wires extending outwards like cancerous growths with some of the now deceased workers having their electric tools fused with their body with others being fused into the cockpits of their mining machines but unfortunately there was one functional miner fused into the seat of his but whatever metal virus this is it seemed to have fully converted this into a metal zombie although he was blasted to hell and back with a thermal detenator from Barrack but Friea contracted the metal virus and before she could say a thing Eryie blasted her through the head before leaving the body to rot just like Avox.

Finally they reached a mining elevator above a dark abyss with these large pipes like veins running down into the abyss with an ominous beating noise coming from the abyss but as the elevator descended the beating god louder and louder before Brier goes crazy unable to comprehend this noise like it's twisting something inside of his brain further and further before he finally blasts himself in the dome. When the elevator reached the bottom they saw this large warehouse sized room with the pipe-like veins coating the walls, the ceiling goes so far up it's like a cloud of black smog, but at the end of the room the pipes all converge at one point curling around these twin gems that look like Kaiburr Crystals but Twisted into these ominous dark pulsing gemstones. Suddenly a drone comes forth and snags the gems before displaying a hologram of lumiya and says " You were not called here to collect a meguffim or tie up loose ends. You were tasked with being lab rats running in a maze with no exit, a race with no finish line, a present with no future, but you're now battle dummies for my latest creation.." before they can process from the darkness above Avox falls from above before them towering over the mauraders with that terrifying grin before speaking excitedly "Oh old friends I've missed you! I've been waiting ever so patiently for our next playdate!" Avox suddenly lunges fast sweeping up Slick fast and with one strong claw Avox snaps his throat permanently silencing his once cunning voice. With seeing this Barrack and Eryie open fire on Avox who just shrugs it off almost seemingly reacting like it tickles and one handedly lunges at barrack and just lifts him by the leg and slams him into the ground repeatedly like a toddler with a toy teddy until he's nothing but mush. Eryie now one on one with Avox tries to fall back to the elevator but as soon as it starts to go up Avox plunge his arm through it like it was cardboard and plucked Eyrie out before speaking once more " I remember you.. you're the one who knocked out my sight with your blaster shot but don't worry I have a special treat for you.." Avox finishes before plunging his thumbs into her eyes permanently blinding her but surprisingly he doesn't go for the kill and instead drops her. Avox starts walking away with a portal of green flame awaiting him before he turns back and says " Now you get to pretend you're me! It's your turn to experience the Avox trauma special! So it's your turn to rot like I did! " Avox says sadistically with Avox enjoying himself like a kid after playing with his toys. Avox relishes in Eryie's panicked screams for mercy and to "Not leave her here" before stepping through the portal back to his master's domain...

THE END

[they-hermes]

ok so here the deal between the autobots and decepticons in tf hyperlink:

originally orion goes from dock worker to archivist (well more of manual labour with his alt mode to justify his new line of work) by senator shockwaves sponsorship at the archives in iacom run by his sister codexa. and orion quickly realises the shit conditions he lived under back as a dock worker were not unique and in fact a system based problem due to uim facing the same problems as an archivist (with added on discrimination because of his alt mode, isolation from his peers etc) and just "oh fuck this functionism shit is hell for everyone. i hate this"

then he hears about gladiator megatron in kaon who delivers poetry and speeches denouncing funcionism and the gov, advocating for a new world where bots could choose their destinies beyond their alt mode, and reaches out to him. orion finds his writing extremely compelling and righteous due to himself suffering under the same conditions (with his current job and past dick worker experience) and megatron invites him to start the revolution with him (as one does) and orion accepts

they create the deceptobots, and quickly start to gain traction not only orally but also by extreme acts of violence. orion is pressured by megatron to believe that violence is necessary for their cause, and actually starts to believe and inciate this violence "for the greater good" although he carries massive guilt over it. they're not really friends, outside of their political views they have little in common yet stay together as like partners and figureheads of their movement. their movement gains a massive following and follow megatrons plan to take over cybertron by taking over each city state, starting with kaon.

the thing is orion and megatron have vastly different views on the end goal, megatron throughly believes functionism is wrong not because it infringes on a persons individual freedom but because it infringes on what he deems an inherit right to commit violence. megatrons worldview is very militaristic and "survival of the fittest", the senate is inheritly wrong because they are weak and holding back cybertronians from their potential, which is to be a conquering self sufficient species. otherwise, they're just tools to be conquered and enslaved like the quintessons did a long long time ago. so by that logic megatron should be leader of the world bc hes the strongest and he'll prove hes the strongest by killing sentinel prime

the longer it takes for the deceptobots revolution to take over, the more orion realises that this wasn't the future or freedom he wanted for his people. the nail in the coffin is when ariel and dion, civilians and unaware of orions involvement, are severely injured in a raid. he starts to push back against megatron and makes his own allies in the deceptobots to help him take over from megatron. he largely talks and offers aid to civilians who didnt join the deceptobots bc they did not fuck with megatrons vision and he just burries himself with more guilt and shame that he did not recognise sooner of megatrons true intentions. he was never going to free the cybertronians he was going to lead them into a cruel dog eat dog world and lock them in a more violent and destructive cycle than the one they were in.

then finally comes the take over of iacon, the last city state. megatron knows of orions planned mutiny and betrayal but bc hes a freak he still makes orion hold his gun form to finish off sentinel after he fights him. its this weird power play + control over orion bc he knows orion hates sentinel but needs to use megatron as a weapon to kill him, thus reinforcing megatrons view of "all cybertronians need to rely on strength only". jokes on him orion hates himself just enough to kill sentinel and then fight megatron. dramatic battle ensues and orion is killed, body thrown over sentinels body as a last "fuck you" from megatron.

but as megatron leaves to deal with the traitors in his faction a very not dead orion takes hold of the matrix from sentinels body and opens it. and thus is born optimus prime, who now comes back to beat megatrons ass in front of everyone else and is like "ok everyone who doesn't like megatron come with me" and thus i s split the autobots vs decepticons

ill do a part 2 on the autobots and decepticons specifically bc this was just orion/optimus vs megatron

[ghcstao3]

I loved your post about SoapGhost's summer coping mechanisms, bc it's ridiculously hot everywhere (& they're incredibly cute AF). but the post did mention 1 thing: Ghost having shorts for the occasion.

now I'm imagining Soap's reaction, the 1st time Ghost comes out wearing nothing but some black booty shorts with skeleton hands clutching his buttcheeks--

or even better: the peak 80s outfit, complete with an ashen grey crop top with some sarcastic phrase on it + the black skelly hand butt shorts + black Converse 👌🏽

(i made the reveal pre-relationship because it just hits better i think)

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The first time Ghost wears The Outfit, Soap is sure his brain just about melts out of his ears.

In a good way, of course. A so-good-it’s-almost-bad way. Because not once did Soap ever stop to think of the possibility of Ghost owning clothes like that.

That being the worst (best) short-shorts he’s ever seen, the outdated ironic-slogan crop top, and the honest-to-God Converse Soap would have thought Ghost to sneer at if ever presented with such a footwear option.

But no. Not on this too-hot summer day, when Ghost is showing nearly as much skin as he might in his birthday suit.

Soap thinks he might explode.

There’s just something so cruel about the way Ghost’s muscles flex whenever he moves, the way his pale skin flushes pink so easily in the heat, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat.

Unfair, is what it is, that Ghost just has his arms and stomach and legs out in the open like that and Soap can’t just sink his teeth in. What he wouldn’t do for even the slightest chance to taste the salt off of—

“—geant? Johnny?”

Soap blinks. Ghost looks at him expectedly through those blond lashes of his, face hidden by a balaclava he still insists on wearing in spite of the weather. God, Soap hates him. He wants to kiss every inch of his bare skin.

“What?” Soap replies dumbly. In all honesty, he hadn’t been paying attention for a very long time.

Ghost just scoffs. He doesn’t bother repeating whatever it was he just said, instead choosing to hit Soap with a raised eyebrow and an almost too casual, “Like something you see?”

I’m not sure where to start, Soap thinks. His thighs? Biceps? Hands, waist, calves? His list might take him all day to rattle off.

So he condenses it into a simple, weak, “Aye, sir.”

Ghost considers him a moment. His eyes flicker over Soap’s own covered body, lips surely twisting into some sort of unreadable expression beneath the mask.

But Soap wouldn’t know. He’s too busy drinking in the sight of everything he may never get the chance to see again.

Ghost hums. It’s possible he says something else, but Soap would be screwed if someone asked him to repeat it—because as Ghost turns to leave, Soap is too busy gawking at the pair of skeleton hands hugging Ghost’s ass to function to any acceptable degree.

Soap thinks distantly, watching the lieutenant walk away, that if Ghost ever wore The Outfit again, it would never, ever be too soon.

[paingoes]

idk if you’re doin magic type ones but imagine if we pretend for a second there is a psychic who can make people swap memories:

Destroyer era, every time delta and Paris touch they get one of the others memories at random. This could also be any of the cast but I figured it would be interesting if it’s them.

yea this idea is fucking delicious

paris avoids delta like THE PLAGUE. i imagine the effects of the curse are sudden on-set, as in they appeared one day and the memory plays for them all at once. paris can't fucking do it. he needs a certain amount of distance in order to function. it's like if he had to take a human life with his own hands every single time he tried to command. you can't operate that way. he knows if he lets himself feel real empathy the entire thing falls apart. this is really the quickest way to let his cognitive dissonance totally destroy him. it will! but he tries to postpone it for as long as he can.

delta though? delta - who spends all his time observing other people, who digs up all the info he can, who eavesdrops, who is generally the nosiest person in the fucking world?

delta will not stop triggering it. he knows that enough of his own memories are painful that 9/10 it is going to hurt paris when he does and he likes having that power over him. he thinks its ridiculous that paris is so willing to exploit his weakness but is unwilling to actually SEE it. delta wants him to see.

delta wants to see paris's memories because it lets him obtain some degree of normality. i think he's misguided in this - paris's life was not NORMAL. but it was more normal than delta's and delta badly wants to know what it was like. he's just curious. he always is.

paris threatens to beat the fucking brakes off delta every time he reaches for him. but how is he going to do that? "how are you going to hit me if you're scared to even touch me?"

it's a shame because they're both so young that pretty much all of their memories are going to be of childhood. and they're all just…bad. here are some that i think would be really fucked up:

delta:

-first time he kills a person with his powers -first time his powers really hurt him (totally foreign experience to a non-psychic) -piano lessons -hysterical crying before he learns to suppress it -similarly, being punished for showing emotions, positive or negative -the emperor being oddly tender with him -being made to break another kid's arm -dissociation/out of body experiences -castle damon :)

paris:

-PR training. general etiquette training. -mom dying -sword accident (had to get stiches on side of face, small scar on cheek) -playground fight -the emperor/his teachers actually beating him -exact moment he learned his dad died -almost overdosing -meeting lorelai <3 -the arrow

i have no idea how things could possibly go on as normal if this happened

[bikenesmith]

Despite [Xavier's] previous insistence that he is only whole when able-bodied, he comes to terms very quickly with his return to disability: “My back is shattered, a parting gift from the Shadow King… It appears… if I am ever to achieve my dream… I will need all of you… to walk me there” (Nicieza 23). In the span of a single panel, Xavier acknowledges that he is once again disabled, accepts it, and asks his teammates for help. Due to his previous elation at becoming able-bodied, one would think he would require more time to adjust, to shift his identity once more from “able-bodied” to “differently-abled.” The ease in which Professor X resumes his disabled identity lends itself to the notion that being able-bodied, not disabled, is a plot device. He takes more time to adjust to using his legs than he does to losing them, a pattern generally reversed when other characters become disabled. This smooth transition back to disability implies that his truest identity is as a disabled man.

(emphasis mine) was reading crippled crusaders: disability representation in the superhero genre by cassandra m. nicol a few days ago and was struck by this bit....the idea that charles' "true" self is a disabled self is really interesting. (edited) crosspost from twitter:

the dominant, most objective read is that charles becomes abled, is disabled, + becomes abled again ad nauseam. yet those narrative tendencies have inadvertently created a reading where charles' disability is, functionally, a chronic illness that flares due to outward stimuli.

whether charles' paraplegia is due to physical injury or a brain/psychosomatic/astral issue isn't clear, having been complicated over the years by all the different ways the text has chosen to able + re-disable him.

what makes the most sense to me is leaning into that ambiguity. its both — either mental or physical injury/ailment can cause him disablement. and the back + forth of charles' paraplegia signifies he's uniquely in danger of that specific disablement — paraplegia/spine issues. and those issues happen ALL the time in real-life non-psychic people who experience (non-psychic….i presume) brain damage. the brain + the spine, the central nervous system, they're basically extensions of each other, and are some of the most important parts of your body.

so you can extrapolate that charles has a particularly "weak" spine, and it's likely to give out if he experiences intense physical or psionic injury. and as an x-man, he risks that often.

i also think the "ease" with which he moves from ability one state to another that nicol mentions is important to this. to be clear: we have seen charles agonize over his disability, and especially losing his ability. it's undeniable that it impacts him emotionally. but charles doesn't go through the intense "grieving" process a lot of newly disabled ppl do — the kind he went through himself when he was recovering from his first spinal injury. as nicol points out:

In Xavier’s next appearance two issues later, he is seated in a golden wheelchair and seems insistent that his disability not hinder his participation in X-Men adventures. Instead he emphasizes his usefulness with his telepathic powers, declaring, “I too shall be coming. Though I am crippled once again, my particular talents may be needed there” (Portacio and Byrne 6). His disabled status is stressed through a visual weight of the word “crippled,” both bolded and italicized in the comic panel, similar to how “whole” was stressed when he became able-bodied in 1983. But here, “crippled” is not laden with judgment. It is merely an acknowledgement of Xavier’s condition. This smooth transition back to disability in some ways rectifies his description of “able-bodied” as “whole,” as Charles insists that even paraplegic once more, he is still more than capable of being an X-Man, and he is still the most powerful mutant in the world. Regardless of the state of his physical body, Charles knows that his disability need not impose limitations on his actions; he harnesses his role as leader of the X-Men and his disability is, effectively, relegated to background information.

of course this is in part bc he'd already been paraplegic for years, but you can also see it as him just being ready for it. seeing it as an eventuality, a familiar state that he will return to throughout his life. a chronic disability that exists whether or not he can walk.

There is one more major instance in which Professor X becomes able-bodied. In 2002, a mutant named Xorn restores Xavier’s ability to walk (Morrison, “All Hell” 32). This is the most short-lived instance of Xavier being able-bodied. Only a year later, Xorn is revealed to be Magneto in disguise, one of Professor X’s oldest enemies; Xorn removes the nano-sentinels that had been holding Xavier’s spine together, crippling him again (Morrison, “Planet X” 19). Later, once freed from captivity, Xavier reappears in a chair with alien-like legs, giving him autonomous movement (Morrison, “Phoenix Invictus” 27). This time, he makes no mention of his return to paraplegia. He is in full command of the X-Men, and has again made a smooth identity transition from “able-bodied” to “differently-abled.” The fact that this occurs once more stresses that to be disabled is part of Charles Xavier’s truest identity, and that being able-bodied is a temporary plot point rather than a character trait.

and that raises the question…what does this mean in the krakoa age? does a newly grown body come without that disability? or is it a "symptom" of his mutation? is it imprinted in his mind-soul-whatever you want to call what part of a person cerebro catalogues?

throughout all of krakoa era, there's never been any mention of what charles feels about making his bodies ambulatory. the closest thing we have is the knowledge that he brought his own wheelchairs with him to krakoa which is a solid point in that theory's direction at least.

(interjection from a subsequent thread:

keep thinking abt the fact that charles brought his chairs with him to krakoa…in this place allegedly free of death or sickness he still prepares for his needs to change, as if its an immutable part of him that can resist miracle drugs + literal resurrection.

its so quintessentially x-men that we only get that interesting insight in the backdrop of an ableist story beat where a character is punished and humiliated by…. being dis-abled.

i'm still floored by how incompetent and tactless that whole thing was but that was the same book that gave us hits like kitty's "viking funeral", emma flashing men to distract them instead of using her, you know, telepathy, emma worrying about eating carbs, + other such bullshit. but i'm still surprised it went so under-discussed in x-comics fandom)

via xuân's resurrection, we know that its possible to request your physical disability be preserved when you're resurrected. so this must have been an active choice of his.

i don't think it's odd at all that charles would choose to walk considering his past feelings about it i just wish the text contended with that like at all 😭 but getting into charles' feelings abt his disability is a long ass post for another day.

(i accessed this paper on proquest here via my alma mater. if you would like to read it yourself but are not connected to an institution or library that has access, dm me and i'll send you the pdf!)

addendum: examples of charles’ disability as neurological illness and/or chronic illness

[brightsstar]

Love myself some random angst that decides to pop up into probably the saddest possible ending to the RE AU that i have come up with.

Fortunately, this will not become canon to it.

Warnings: corruption, death, grief, and a few spoilers for canon stuff.

One thing to note is that Starstrike can also leave Eclipse's body at any time, and a battery can be used in their place to power Eclipse, they just ultimately choose to stay unless something happens that removes them forcefully, or they absolutely have to for any reason.

I have not yet gotten very far into the au, writing wise, but i want to quickly establish that Eclipse and Starstrike get extremely close as it goes on, and i am gradually working towards that as i write too.

In this instance, it would be after or during the Creator Arc (which i am still debating on adding. No solid decision on that yet, tho i made Darkstrike and it'd be a shame if they went to waste).

Quick setup for the scenario: A war between positive and negative forces had started, so the Astrals vs Dark Astrals, and the RE Fam is caught in the middle of it thanks to having possession of Starstrike. For the fam's safety, Starstrike had left them so Eclipse could get them all to somewhere safer. Things are in shambles, technology barely functions, if at all, and they are in a rush to get out of the dimension, however even they suffered some damage. Some worse than others. Though, also, without Starstrike, they're extremely vulnerable. Dark forces are winning, Astrals are dying, and negative star power is beginning to overwhelm the positive, and they are all feeling the effects. It's like wither sickness from the Witherstorm. Living beings dropping like flies. The animatronics are surviving for longer, but even they are falling weak and dying.

The fam are among the last survivors because they have been integrated with features to help them withstand star power, however it isn't starproof. The weaker ones are dying first, so Dusk and Nova are among the first to pass. Then one of the twins, shortly followed by his brother. Lunar next, and Moon is too weak by now to keep going with rebuilding an escape portal. Resources were short in supply, and finding ones in good enough condition to keep a portal stable long enough for them to get through were near impossible and chances were dwindling at an alarming rate. Eclipse was still somewhat strong enough, and he kept trying desperately to get what they needed, but keeps falling short. Despite also being a weakened being, because he had Starstrike in him for so long, he had the strongest resistance to the dark star power around them. That is why and how he kept going.

Unfortunately, as his last remaining family members' days grew shorter and shorter, he quit venturing out so he could spend their last days with them. Moon was first to pass, then Sun soon after, which left Eclipse as the sole survivor. Not just of the family, but of every non-star being.

Every being that was not raw star power based is dead. The positive star power that was left was quickly being smothered by the dark star power.

After everyone else was dead, and in a vague, desperate hope that Starstrike might still be fighting, Eclipse abandoned the portal project completely. He took a few things from his family members' clothes and stitched them into his own clothes. In his ventures, his clothes had gotten pretty torn up. He used pieces of their clothes to patch them up as a way to fix them, but also still take his family with him. He took Lunar's hat, which was also torn up because that hat was a special comfort to him. He patched it up with pieces of the Blood Twins' hats and Moon's. He also sewed Moon's hat's bell to the tip along with the original crescent. He wears the hat over his rays, and he set off to try finding Starstrike before he got too weak to walk.

The battle was lost, unfortunately. Starstrike was not dead, but corrupted. The negative power, plus trying to fight Darkstrike and every other negative being alone overwhelmed them. They were also the last positive star being in the way, but now, even they are participating in the destruction of the universe. The astrals were all dead by now, thanks to Creator's tampering which helped give the dark star entities the advantage. See, the dark entities didn't want to kill Starstrike. They were far too valuable to them. To kill them would put all that extra power they had to waste.

Eclipse made it as far as the forest he first woke up in. Same spot too before he got too weak and collapsed.

There was so much negative energy now that any kind of positive energy would stick out like a sore thumb. And Eclipse was the final catalyst of positive star power left. He had so much in him thanks to Starstrike's presence within him for so long, but even it is being snuffed out. Still resisting, but very much losing the fight, hence why Eclipse is getting so weak and dying too. Starstrike got wind of it, and they go to investigate. The other negative entities moved on. Their job was basically done here.

Starstrike may have been corrupted, but their bond with Eclipse was not. Seeing him like he was made something spark within them that snapped them out of their corrupted state, sorta. Their consciousness returned.

Since Starstrike is a positive star being, the negative star power they are corrupted with is still causing them pain. Pain that they had ignored till this point. Even they are dying, but it's much harder to kill them since their positive power is a lot more concentrated. It's still resisting too, but the dark star power had overtaken it, and masked it.

Going near Eclipse purified them to an extent thanks to the positive energy he still had left. Eclipse had long since lost consciousness, and Starstrike could feel his soul withering away. They took the time to remove his battery to make space for them again, and re-entered his body. First thing they do is enter his headspace.

His soul is lying on the ground, glow dim, and being overtaken by a dark substance that was sucking the life out of him. They go over and can see that, even in sleep, Eclipse is in pain, and in more ways than one. Pain from the negative energy, and pain from the immense grief for his lost family. Starstrike realizes they failed them. (Not their fault ofc, they tried their best for as long as they could)

They couldn't save Eclipse's life though. Not in a dying dimension like theirs now is. They can see white cracks along his whole body (Stage 4, see my soul info post if you don't know what this means in my aus, linked in pinned post) and they're spreading. The most they could do now is make his death as painless as possible.

They banish the negative energy from him, and sit close to him, hand on his back gently while they start sobbing and apologizing profusely for failing him so badly. Eclipse could not respond, but he was still aware, and had many things he wanted to tell them to ease their guilt. He knows they did their best, and that's all they could do.

Starstrike stayed with Eclipse until his soul shattered, and they broke down entirely, sitting in the now black void of Eclipse's headspace. The clouds of the mindscape were already fading when they arrived, and disappeared entirely once Eclipse died. They were there sobbing and crying out for hours.

When they tired themself out to the point of composure again, there was something left behind. Eclipse's soul bind. It no longer had a glow, and was broken into 3 pieces. They take it, and hold the pieces close to their chest, wanting to cry again, but they are too tired to shed any more tears.

Having the power of creation helped to an extent, but they are, once again too tired and also still too corrupted to fully fix it. They created a kind of necklace for it, and even manifested it into a real object. In Eclipse's body, they sit up and lean back against the tree that Eclipse had collapsed beside. They did not change the colors to their own. They keep Eclipse's colors, seeing the patchwork of his pants and ruffles, the pieces of their family's clothes stitched onto his with great care, carrying those lost ones with him. The hat over his rays, fitted with similar patches for the same reason. In Eclipse's hand, they clutch what they made his soul bind into, opening it, and looking down at their work. The sun part of it and the rays were made of tigers eye. The crescent moon part is made of black onyx. The cracks that separated the pieces are still visible but they are, in a way, glued back together. Their final creation.

They grasp the necklace part, and put it around their neck, placing their hands over the pendant, quietly waiting for their end.

They know they're capable of resetting the universe, but that requires the power of creation, and a lot of it. There is not enough left now. All there is now, is the power of destruction and decay, which they will succumb to eventually as well.

I might draw designs for these versions of Starstrike and Eclipse later, but there is that. Again, this will not be how it canonically ends. Ngl tho, i like the idea of physical versions of the soul binds being various different precious stones, so i may keep that in mind.

I'm also reopening my asks.

[monosanimegenericzone]

Hunter x Hunter: Post Mortem Nen (troupe business)

hi so the troupe and post mortem nen.

i dont ... actually expect them to be utilizing post mortem nen because that's not how they work. they're content with death and dont ever think of cheating it because its never been a threat before.

but. the brainworms started crawling with this very touching sentimental idea: a pact was founded between the 8 founding members that weren't chrollo to create post mortem nen contracts.

and this is entirely copium. take it with a grain of desperation.

the founding members all know- the second the untrustworthy number four was added that the spider has one glaring weakness. once it loses its original members, which is very much a possibility especially in the early days, the troupe's entire purpose would be swayed.

what purpose? good question.

the 8 excluding chrollo make an agreement to make post mortem nen agreements so that the spider's purpose and its drive would never be forgotten. and each of them do it differently because obviously they have different abilities.

nobunaga i fully believe just has a straight up post mortem hatsu. since we've never seen it and since he's based on the samurai. i fully believe that he exclusively focused his hatsu into his time after death. it allows him to be more careless with his life and apply his knowledge of nen more recklessly. if he is killed nothing happens but if he manages to end his own life via seppuku then it activates. idk what exactly but im thinking real hard about it.

feitan i think i talked about before but Mortem Vindicta. applied to his own death, whatever he suffered from the deaths of any of those he cared about would unleash in an attack so powerful it would vaporize anyone in its vicinity. and yeah i get that part of his immense power is that he has no control over it but in post mortem nen i feel like he could slip in a clause about not harming anyone bearing the spider tattoo.

machi could just keep sewing herself up remotely. like after she 'dies' her nen will fix her body to a state of plausible resurrection but needs an additional push to be fully resuscitated. so like someone would have to restart her heart but other than that she's perfectly healthy. and it doesn't ever expire.

phinks i cant think of a good one but probably something very simple since he is an enhancer. since his ability revolves around karma and he takes heavy inspiration from egyptian mythology, i'm thinking something about earning his right to live again in death. i'll come back to this when i get a good idea but there is something there i can mess with.

shalnark would have something to do with his pins and his phone. his power i believe is sourced by his phone being one of a kind. so therefore he'd tie an ability into that. i believe his post mortem nen would involve a consciousness transfer. if someone uses his antenna on someone else and presses ok on the prompt on his phone, then a copy of his consciousness will be downloaded into the target and overridden creating a perfect replica of shalnark in a different body. however this only works if same person is the one to complete both actions. and his phone has to be undamaged and functional.

franklin is hard because i feel like he'd be the least willing to indulge in post mortem nen. i dont think he would choose himself to come back to life but rather use his nen to protect another. since he's an emitter his post mortem nen could take the form of a nen beast similar to the ones in the succession war. maybe a large sniper rifle headed beast thats an amalgamation of different limbs similar to frankenstein. it can appear with any troupe member and as soon as any target the majority of the present troupe absolutely hates comes into view they get sniped into oblivion. it never misses. it has exactly 7 shots and then after that it's gone forever.

paku is hard because i think she'd be like franklin. she doesn't want to live again if her death was deserved, so she'll choose to protect others. and i think hers is very straightforward: exactly what she did in yorknew. she would share her memories and her desires with the rest of the troupe. keep the dream alive and therefore she lives on through them. call it Memory Bomb: remembering purpose.

uvo i think would also not want to engage in post mortem nen, but he would still make the contract with himself after listening to some reason. and i think he values the quality of new members very much. so he could set a condition on his number and then the approval or disapproval of his peers. so it would go something like: if i die and the one who replaces me/takes the number 11 is not approved of or betrays the troupe, his nen will resurrect him immediately and he will have the insatiable need to find and kill the perpetrator. after that tho he chillin. back to normal.

this is wild speculation and major amounts of coping. but i will admit that this intrigues me.

im intrigued...

bonus thought of chrollo seeing that extra clause in shalnark's entry in bandit's secret and meaning to ask him but by then the phone was damaged and shalnark was dead

and chrollo remembering that clause and holding shal's phone that has a single bullet hole through the screen.

guah.

[whinlatter]

Could you explain more what you mean by “shows how the wizarding world, which does not seem to be a representative democracy”? Like I feel I probably agree with you but I want to understand it more because like from what little we know of canon wizards do get a say in ministry (ex Fudge lied to public about Voldemort so the public wanted him out and chose Scrimgeour, etc) but cause we don’t see general elections but snap elections it’s unclear ?

The British wizarding world when asked to prove that it's a functioning democracy:

Would love to say a bit more about this (briefly mentioned in the author’s note for Beasts chapter six) 🤸‍♀️ It’s definitely true that the opinions of the wizarding public do hold large sway over the appointment of the Minister of Magic in canon in ways that could imply the existence of wizarding. democracy. But it just seems to me that if the wizarding world in Britain is a democracy, then it's so weak or partial a democracy that I don't think we can really call it one at all. I know that old Pottermore post insists Ministers for Magic are democratically elected, and, as you say, in canon, the Minister of Magic seems to be somehow answerable to public opinion and support in a way that implies some idea of popular self-government through some form of representative democracy. But my view is that, in canon, it's basically not a democracy, for reasons I've put below the cut. (Thank you for letting me waffle on about this!)

The reason I think the wizarding world basically doesn’t seem to function as a representative democracy:

None of the four Ministers of Magic in post in the core timeline of the series participate in (or win) a free and fair election during the canon timeline, and most well-informed characters refer to the post as one filled by appointment (possibly by the Wizengamot). In OotP, Arthur gives a bit of insight on the process of appointment when he's talking about Fudge and Dumbledore's rivalry: '[Dumbledore] never wanted the Minister’s job, even though a lot of people wanted him to take it when Millicent Bagnold retired. Fudge came to power instead, but he’s never quite forgotten how much popular support Dumbledore had, even though Dumbledore never applied for the job.” 'Applied for the job' would be a strange way of describing running for elected office, and Bagnold having 'retired' again doesn't imply an election was held. At the start of HBP, Fudge says he's been 'sacked', and while he says that the public were calling for his resignation, there’s no mention of a snap election. You’re completely right that there could have been one, but to me this sounds more like Scrimgeour is an internal emergency appointment (that he's an Auror suggests to me that it's a bit like bringing in the military, along the lines of a state of emergency provision). That Fudge can stay on 'in an advisory capacity' as a Ministry employee also suggests there are other governmental actors who have the power to 'keep on' outgoing Ministers, suggesting again that the Minister of Magic is usually an appointed rather than elected office. Obviously, Thicknesse becomes Minister in... not very democratic circumstances. And then Kingsley gets 'named temporary Minister for Magic' in a decision made by who bloody knows at the end of DH, which again suggests the existence of an unelected body called upon to appoint Ministers, at the very least, in times of emergency.

Even if we buy the idea that the Minister of Magic is elected sometimes, the Wizengamot doesn't ever seem to be, and it seems likely they're body with the power to appoint or dismiss the Minister of Magic without an election. Even if you take the Pottermore post on its own terms, it seems the wizarding community only get to elect the office of the Minister for Magic and not any representatives of an elected chamber who would legislate on their behalf, and who might sit in an assembly like MPs in a parliament or congressmen or senators from different regions. There also doesn’t seem to be a system where the proportion of votes corresponds with the number of representatives and therefore majority/minority control of an elected chamber, either with or without a party-political system. In canon, the Wizengamot really doesn't seem to be a body of elected representatives. They seem to be much more like an unelected legislative body of grandees, some with inherited titles, some appointed as an honours system, like the House of Lords in the UK, but also with the power to hold court trials. (There's a great meta on this that I really enjoyed - it's a bit ahistorical, but it's super rich and fun exploration of different models for the Wizengamot's strange blend of executive and legislative power in the British political tradition).

Popular opinion can matter in non-democracies, and popular opinion and support for political figures seems to matter a lot in the wizarding world. In GoF, Sirius gives us an insight, admittedly that of an outsider, of the process of ministerial appointments when he talks about Barty Crouch Sr. Sirius says Crouch was 'tipped for the next Minister of Magic' and had 'his supporters': 'Plenty of people thought he was going about things the right way, and there were a lot of witches and wizards clamouring for him to take over as Minister of Magic.' This sounds like strong popular support, likely communicated through wizarding media, but also just through hearsay and gossip through Ministry and adjacent circles. But what Sirius describes doesn't sound like a support base of voters, and certainly Crouch doesn't seem to have run against Fudge in an election.

Everyone seems to think of the Ministry as holding a broadly technocratic role in wizarding life (even though it's actually extremely political and also functions as the justice system). The Ministry of Magic seems to exist to both shield Muggles from knowledge of magic, to make and enforce law, and to function as a bureaucracy overseeing and ensuring the smooth running of education, trade, communication, transport etc. It doesn't seem to function as a social democracy in the sense of having any kind of welfare state. But this (false) idea of the Ministry as having a fundamentally apolitical social role lends itself to this idea of the wizarding world being a tepid democracy, with a populace broadly happy to give up certain democratic freedoms if it's in the public interest, trading off elements of self-government in exchange for greater efficiency or seeming sense of safety.

It seems possible, even likely, that Kingsley, as a progressive, would try to make his appointment as Minister official and legitimate through a free and fair election after the war (Lee Jordan says Kingsley's “got his vote” if he runs for office after the war - it's extremely funny to me that the only character to talk about voting in the entire series is the deeply unserious Lee Jordan in a jokey radio segment). We don't know that for sure, though, and when the series ends, it is with an unelected Shacklebolt caretaker government. The goodies might win, but democracy continues to elude the wizarding world as the series concludes.

...Basically, you know that scene in OotP when they're at the Hog's Head planning the DA? It's sort of a perfect illustration of the wizarding world's approach to democracy lol. Hermione is one of the nuisance progressives trying to do something mad like 'hold an election', Cho is the voice of the Wizengamot:

“Well, I’ve been thinking about the sort of stuff we ought to do first and — er ���” He noticed a raised hand. “What, Hermione?” “I think we ought to elect a leader,” said Hermione. “Harry’s leader,” said Cho at once, looking at Hermione as though she were mad, and Harry’s stomach did yet another back flip. “Yes, but I think we ought to vote on it properly,” said Hermione, unperturbed. “It makes it formal and it gives him authority. So — everyone who thinks Harry ought to be our leader?” Everybody put up their hands, even Zacharias Smith, though he did it very halfheartedly. “Er — right, thanks,” said Harry, who could feel his face burning.

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omg maybelle im so sorry to hear that youre going through it … my liege we love you !!! i am also going through it, i feel you, we can be in these trenches together. may i offer you some assorted chronic pain hcs in the meantime:

atsushi is my chronic pain PRINCESS, especially his leg/knee because he is ALWAYS GETTING HIS LEG CUT OFF /STABBED / ETC WTF !! So i think he has one bad/weak knee (i dont remember which it is in the anime but i like to think its the left 1 bc thats My bad leg) and he sometimes has to wear a knee brace on bad pain days. i feel like everyone in the ada office slowly starts to clock in on when atsushi’s doing bad even just by how he walks in the door, cos even tho he tries to hide it he unconsciously shifts his weight around depending on his pain that day. so i think they do little things for him— bringing his papers to his desk rather than having him get up, trying to only send him on errands to single-story buildings/buildings with elevators and so on. i love the ada family that is always shifting just so how it functions to accommodate for the people within ❤️

chuuya is also my chronic pain princess but more full-body… ive always imagined that the genetic testing and experimentation fucked him UP along with being in a body that wasn’t meant to have an ability. so i think chuuya has all different joints that get achey all the time and hes just learnt to compartmentalize that shooting pain until he gets a chance to sit down in his office for a while. my poor overworked little meow meow. i think he also uses his ability to try to make it better! to take weight off of specific joints when hes walking/moving so that its less painful. and this is just One facet of my literal list of post corruption chuuya hcs do NOT get me started

i also feel similarly about sigma what with the not being a natural human, so i think sigma’s body just. Is Wrong sometimes, like it remembers that it wasn’t really supposed to exist. he’ll crack his neck or his back and then have to do it a couple more times until something clicks back into place. i also think sigma has bad eyesight… projecting glasses onto him too. in my mind ever member of kunichuusigzai needs glasses to some degree dazai just never wears his because he cant be assed and chuuya only wears his in the office.

other characters i have less developed chronic pain hcs about but like i Know they have it are poe, mushitaro and both of the akutagawas… ryuu especially though of course like ofc he always has chest pain that branches out to his back and neck and shoulders. of COURSE!!

ANYWAYS OMG IM SO SORRY FOR YAPPING SO MUCH ive just been brewing these thoughts for a while LOL i hope u feel better soon maybelle 🌼🌼🌼🌼 faithfully yours @s2reason-living

THESE ARE SO GOOD!!!! I'm so sorry it took me a while to get to these but they're so good and I love getting love headcanon messages from other people this is beautiful....

I am mentally adopting the Atsushi bad left knee headcanon....it makes so much sense and I love the idea of it being like quietly noticed by others and they help accommodate him 💖 and Chuuya😭😭😭 post corruption Chuuya has incredible potential I loved everything you mentioned and I love the idea of it getting worse over time....my poor sweet prince

Sigmas body being Different makes so much sense too and the bad eyesight HARD AGREE !! He has no idea for a long time until Dazai points out he needs glasses and he's like what??? When we finally gets a pair his life is changed...and don't get me started on chronlc pain Akutagawa AHHHGHH you're so genius from chest pain yes....my poor baby