#challenge to compensation

[zomb13s]

The Unseen Inequity: The Paradox of Intelligence and Wisdom in a Copy-Paste World

In the modern age, where ideas and innovations move faster than they can be fully understood, there exists a paradox that continues to drive inequity and exploitation: the divergence between intelligence and what is often mistakenly accepted as wisdom. This article aims to distill this divergence by using layman’s terms, grounded in logic and research from various scholars, journalists, and…

[yallstar]

Jayce knocked against the underside of the roof, acknowledging the driver. He then returned to kissing Viktor slow and hot, seemingly content to ravage him until the very last second, ignoring the halfhearted protests. He just continued to hold Viktor close, petting along his body like he possessed the same soft luxury as the rest of their surroundings. Viktor boggled at the realization – not just that Jayce might be greedy in love, but that he considered Viktor something worth coveting.

more art for chapter 4 of differential burdens in displacement

[solarsapphos]

MOREEEE Im insane guys

[ogsherlockholmes]

ACD writing A Study in Scarlet: Here's an idea, I've worked very hard on it and I'm very proud, do you like it? You don't? I'll fix it, let me fix it, I can make it better.

ACD writing The Sign of The Four: This is better, in fact, it's perfect. Cyclical structure and everything, check it out, Fleshed out characters, amazing storyline, I know you're going to like this one.

ACD writing anything Holmes related afterwards: Here, take this. I thought of it in the bathroom and wrote it on a piece of toilet paper. I don't care what you do with it just take it, now, I hope it's shit so you stop asking for it. Is there a deeper meaning? Stop asking me questions. Anyway, have you heard of Professor Challenger?

[golby-moon]

made a thing that kinda applies to @letsdrawcastiel's monthly prompt of winter cas I suppose since those are Christmas cookies right there. this is a continuation of another art piece thingy I made a little while back

the epic saga continues. Dean and Cas somehow managed to actually make the cookies, but never got around to decorating them for...important reasons and as usual, we shall now all bow our heads in prayer for Samuel Winchester and this miserable existence he calls life

(poor poor Sam, like he's not the one who hung up the mistletoe and I can still never spell that word right on the first try ghbgiy)

(12/12/24)

[notsofrozt]

Fear

Fear.

A sensation that paralyses you, dries your mouth, chills your bones and blood, and revolts your insides. A warning of impending danger, a way the body prepares you to fight or flee.

Macaque felt fear many times, it's part of being alive.

The first time was so long ago that the memory was blurred at the edges, like an old photo. He remembered his tail wagging, sweaty hands and ears twitching as he lured Wukong onto the beach. There, under the tree on the shore, he made his feelings clear with awkward words and eyes that refused to look the other in the face.

The fear crawling inside him vanished with a bright smile from his now partner.

The second time he had felt the paralysis, unable to move to prevent his beloved from giving himself up to save their lives. Fear for the fate of his mate burned that moment into his mind.

This eventually faded as well. The harsh words under the mountain shattered it.

The third time fear guided his every action. The fear of losing his mate to a group of people who hurt him; the fear of seeing him change, driven by pain; the fear of having the person who lit up his life, who made his heart beat, taken away from him. That fear made him act, lash out, blinded and hurt.

That fear was supposed to fade with Wukong's hand in his, both of them walking away from the monk and that mission.

He didn't realise how wrong he was until the fourth time. The last time.

There are many things that people mistake for fear. Hardly anyone has ever felt genuine fear. There was a fundamental difference from anything he had experienced before, a bitter taste at once familiar and totally foreign. Macaque thought he felt it, but now he knew better.

The first time it had been plain nerves, with a touch of anticipation. The hope was there too, a sweet taste waiting to fill his palate.

The second time it was angst. Deep down he knew that it was impossible to kill Wukong, and that whatever punishment it was, it would eventually be overcome. Defeat and the uncertainty of being at the Jade Emperor's mercy only amplified that feeling.

The third time it was just sheer desperation.

What had run through his body were variants of fear. More opaque versions or different hues. Mere shadows trying to mimic the real feeling.

The fourth time began with defeat. In the world where they lived, there was only one fate for those who dared to face the Monkey King and lost.

The red and gold staff descended unavoidably towards his face, certain and lethal; the soft eyes of the person he had so long considered a friend, a comrade, a lover, now cold and devoid of their former warmth. Nor a spark of regret or doubt could be seen in them.

His body froze and his blood chilled, unable to process the brutal inevitability. As everything slowly went black, Macaque had only one thought.

He had been so, so foolish.

[poishy]

Punch out themed art october challenge !!!!

You may combine prompts, skip prompts, do this challenge whenever you want, the sky's the limit !! The only rules are to have fun and don't overexert yourself !!

[s3when]

Day 2 of Roryweek, pre-vampire Rory :)

[bakawitch]

Okay so random accident happened while drawing and I came to the decision that Bellamy's signiture kwami transformation thing is boob windows. Boobless boob windows. Thank you for coming to this very important Ted talk.

[scribz-ag24]

do you have any favorite fanfics involving grovyle, dusknoir, & celebi, either shipping or platonic? 🥺

In fact, I have some! Perhaps if I hadn't found them I'd be a bit more sane now, alas... So the next three are all from the same author and are my favourites from PMD (although I havent looked for Grovyle/Celebi or Dusknoir/Celebi alone, idk if someone has some recommendations for those). Still, tho, here is what I've read.

One more adventure https://archiveofourown.org/works/48325621

Platonic future trio (tho the author has stated that they can see the shipping happening lol). I like this one especially bc of the Celebi appreciation, she's the POV and has added lore abour her crucial role in keeping the dark future stable and helping to fix it. Also great dusknoir and grovyle characterization, but that's a given with this author.

The next three are actaeon (Dusknoir/Grovyle), so Celebi barely appears or has relevance. It's a shame, but they're still some of my fav fics.

Stars that shine https://archiveofourown.org/works/33070633

ABSOLUTE FAV. IVE REREAD IT LIKE 20 TIMES. ONE OF THE MOMENTS TOWARDS THE END LIVES IN MY HEAD RENT FREE. Btw you can ignore the tags, its not as grim as it sounds lol. No spoilers but this fic is the fic ever. Also Dusknoir is so in love in this one it hurts lmao. I sketched some fanart for this fic i need to clean it and post it.......this fic deserves it.....

Together we'll be heroes https://archiveofourown.org/works/37172176/chapters/92737780

This one is also actaeon, but theres also focus on Hero/Partner. It's a retelling of EoS through snippets of Hero, Partner, Grovyle and Dusknoir's PoV, and is really well narrated. While i was put off at first by the idea of a retelling of the game, I was pleasantly surprised by how entertaining the story and characters are! ts unfinished, and unfortunately ends before the story progresses much beyond the plot of the game, however the part of the story that is set in post game is precious. and it also has my favourite thing ever, that is, future trio not knowing what the hell to do with their lives now that theyre not dead.

It's not unfounded https://archiveofourown.org/works/28630209

This one is not from the same author, but it's also short and sweet, and it even inspired one of my posta about future trio (the one with grovyle's "tail" wagging xd). Maybe it can get a bit too "fanfic-y" at times, but I still enjoyed it a lot. Its basically actaeon hurt/comfort and discussing what their future is gonna be now the the world is back on track and on its way to healing.

So yeah those are the ones I've read and enjoyed lmao. If you've looked for pmd fics before you might have already read them, since there arent a lot of fics and these are all well tagged and all.

[iheartmonaco]

Praying for you vertically deficient folk, as someone who is 6’2” I just can’t relate 💖💖🙏🙏

I'm so JEALOUS

[scarfgremlin]

Mirror - Promtober Day 14

A Colllaborative Piece - Moon's Part (written by @kikiwritesfanfic on Tumblr aka @/chocolatechipkiki on Discord) or on Google Docs!

Word Count: 3.7k (Sun's Part is also in Google Docs available, weeee)

Warnings for: mention of death, panicking, blood, derealization, anxiety, trauma, mild violence and a lot of fear! NOT A HAPPY ENDING! So please take care when reading!

Cozy, warm evenings were a thing you never would have thought would become a routine after the sunny robot moved in with you.

Well, "moved in with you" is a bit generous. In the eyes of Fazbear you stole him, on the other hand how could you let him rot in the Pizzaplex, after all that happened?

It took some time for him to settle, to feel comfortable enough to not jump at every small noise.

Oh, and what a challenge it was to find a solution to the whole darkness problem. Sun became a crying and sobbing mess everytime you would reach for the light switch, straight up begging you to leave the lights on. You didn't understand at first, Moon wasn't...there anymore. He vanished along with whatever took hold of their system during their life in the Pizzaplex.

It clicked later that, even though Moon was no longer there– no longer able to torment Sun. The memories of that time still are. The sunny robot spent months, if not a whole year alone, fretting and worrying that his counterpart might hurt more people.

You ended up buying a small nightlight for him. A bear per his request.

It was then that things slowly started to change for the better. It still took months to get where you are now, but it was worth it.

You smile, contently snuggling closer to Sun's chest as he gives an offended gasp toward the Tv. "Sunshine! Did you see what that discourteous man just did!?" he whines with a low growl, throwing his arms into the air, his rays giving the familiar click-click sound. You give a hum, glancing toward the screen where Hans just stormed out of the room, leaving Anna alone.

"I did Sunny"' you pat his chest, reaching up to take his left arm and hug it. Sun gives a short squack at that, the humming of his servos beneath you growing a tad louder. "And I say: boo! Begone Hans!" there is a noise of agreement from the celestial bot as he joins you in the booing. It stops as soon as Olaf comes into the scene, and Sun is frantically trying to tell him to move away from the fireplace, or else he'll melt. You start to laugh at that, easing into a chuckle as Sun gives you an offended look.

You don't really focus on the movie after that. Busy drawing little circles onto Sun's palm, he squirms occasionally, tutting at you to stop because it tickles. You don't stop, and he eventually gives up, placing his free hand on your head where he starts to play with a few strands of your hair.

The rest of the movie is over before you can fully process it, the end credits rolling up and bathing the room in their soft light.

Sun reaches over to turn on the small lamp without missing a beat, not once looking into the dark room. You give his hand a small squeeze. Telling him that you're here if needed.

Then the room falls into a comfortable silence, just the two of you huddling closer and enjoying the other's presence.

"Sunshine" Sun hums after a while, startling you out of your drifting state, you give a grumble. "I thiiiink we should start doing the dishes, should we not?" you groan rubbing your eyes in the process of sitting up. Turning your head to look at the kitchen. Lo and behold, the dishes are still where you left them. Waiting to get cleaned.

With a nod you stand up, stretching yourself a little before looking at Sun who is already arranging the couch to its original state.

He notices your gaze and freezes, hands sinking into the pillow he is holding with a strained smile, as he realizes what he is doing. The yellow rays retract into his head far too fast.

"I-I'm sorry Sunshine, I-" you quickly shush him with a light smack on his shoulder, grabbing a pink pillow to place it beside a green one. You then look at Sun, waiting for him to place the one he is currently holding right beside the green one.

He uncurls his hands from around the pillow, giving a soft smile as his rays start poking out from around his head. With a melodious hum he finishes the couch with his pillow and you grin, giving a thumbs up.

The dishes are done just as fast.

Both of you fall into the routing of washing and drying before the plates and cups are neatly stacked to where they belong.

Halfway into cleaning you start talking about the film. Complaining about Hans, before Sun starts to gush about Olaf. You chuckle along the conversation, steering it to Anna and Christoph at some point.

And just like that you run out of things to clean, the cutlery already waiting to be dried.

"Oh" you say, disappointed that you have already finished. "How about you go ahead and start brushing your teeth Sunshine?" you open your mouth in protest before you catch his gaze. That wasn't a question you realize.

"Alright" you sigh, pulling the metal chain on the sink plug to drain the water. "But you better hurry!" Sun gives you an eye closed smile, nodding as he ushers you out of the kitchen. "Will do! Now off you go!" he pretends to grab you and you jump away with a squeak, laughing as you run up the stairs and into the bathroom.

Sun waits until he hears the door close before he gives a soft exhale. Not wasting another second he turns on the small extra lights in the kitchen, shuddering as his eyes wander toward the lurking darkness in the living room. It wouldn't hurt to turn on the lights there too, right?

He sets down the drying cloth and strides over to where the light switch is. There is a sudden, prickling sensation at his neck and he squeaks, slamming his hand against the light switch with more force than necessary.

He whirls around in a flash, scanning the room for any and all movement. His body gives an involuntary shudder as the red light of a car passes by the window, he turns his head and takes a deep breath to calm himself.

It's alright, nothing to see where he isn't looking right? Plus he really should finish drying, or else you might start wondering why he isn't coming. Yes, yes. He should finish quickly.

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Giving the kitchen counter one last wipe Sun smiles at the work done. Setting down the rag before turning to flick off the lights.

He halts for a second, staring at the switch before his digit flips it down.

The extra lights dim with a small buzz and Sun turns to walk to the kitchen entrance, his hand already hovering over the switch located there.

He halts yet again, a soft breath slips past his lips before he turns the switch. Yanking his hand out of the darkness as if it would bite him if he didn't.

Turning off the lamp near the couch is easier, due to the bright light on the ceiling still buzzing softly with power. Sun smiles in relief as he goes up the stairs.

Thank the stars that the light switch for the living room can also be accessed on the first floor.

He flicks the lights off and makes a beeline for the bathroom. Eager to be in your calming presence once more.

"Sunmfy!" your voice is muffled due to the toothbrush in your mouth but happy nonetheless. He grins and boops your nose, already feeling the tension leaving his body. With a happy spin of his rays he turns to the mirror to get to his own routine.

"Boo"

Sun freezes at the low voice sounding right behind him, rays halting their spinning before they retreat behind his face. He spins around, stumbling a little and bumping against the sink in his frantic movement. You make a muffled noise of confusion, following his eyes to the wall.

"Sunny? You good?" you reach out to touch his arm but he flinches away, eyes hazed with raising panic as he looks at you. He blinks a second later. "S-Sunshine!" a forced laugh. You narrow your eyes in worry. "A-Ah I was just hearing something!" he lets go of the sink, hoping with a wince that he didn't damage it in the process. "Must've been the neighbors!" he almost stutters again, not feeling good about lying to you. You tilt your head before giving a slow nod and turning to continue brushing your teeth, seemingly believing him.

"Haha!" he chuckles awkwardly, glancing around the bathroom before turning back to the mirror, eyes fixed on the sink.

His battery must be low. The thought passes by quickly as he brings his hands up to his face, they are shaking. He balls them to fists and lowers them carefully, you don't seem to notice and he looks up into the mirror.

"You sure it's the battery Sunny?"

If he had a heart it would have stopped.

If he had blood it would have run cold.

Moon.

He hears you sputter and a second later he hears you coughing.

Did he say that out loud?

"Sun?" your voice is right beside him, worry and the smallest hint of panic weaved into it. He feels your presence not even an inch away from him. The oversized shirt you are wearing grazes his arm.

Sun doesn't look at you as he answers, eyes trained at his own reflection. "Nothing Sunshine" he whispers, voice wobbly and staticy. You hear a slight crack from where he is gripping the sink.

"I'm alright"

He isn't. Screams your mind. He clearly isn't.

Not with how intense he stares into the mirror.

Not with the small tremors that shake his body.

You gulp, nodding once again. Desperate, yet unsure to talk any further. Afraid to push him off the edge and away from you. "Alright..." you continue brushing your teeth, ignoring the urge to talk and sealing the words in your occupied mouth, opting to look at the tiled floor instead.

"Hmm~ the same as ever I see"

Sun can feel how his breath becomes hitched, his insides are twisting and turning as his grip on the sink tightens even more in an attempt to ground him.

"What's wrong Sunny? Surprised to see me?"

Moon's voice is a mocking melody. A familiar, yet haunting tune as it halls in his head and fills every small code with...fear.

Sun snarls, forcefully turning his head away as he squints his eyes shut, trying to steady his erratic breathing.

That's not Moon, Moon is not here anymore.

"Ouch. That hurt my poor feelings"

Sun ignores the laugh as best as he can. Still trying his hardest to breath in and out and not stopping the artificial imitation.

It's not real, it's not real. None of this is.

He repeats that mantra in his head, sinking down until his arms rest on the sink and his face flat atop them. He's just tired, exhausted and in need of a looong charging session.

He nods, jumping upward with a smile. Part of him accepting the white lie in an instant. He immediately turns to you, voice too chipper for comfort.

"Don't worry Sunshine, I'm alright!" he gives your head a pat, hyperaware at how shaky his hands are. But ignorant toward the way your brows furrow in more worry.

"Oh Sunny, you're a mess" Moon croons, tilting his head as Sun's neck snaps back to look at the mirror.

"Afraid of something that isn't even there" his hands reach up to rub at his eyes in a mock-crying gesture. Sun gives a pathetic wince, body locking up as his breath comes labored.

None of this is real.

"You can't escape me Sunny~" the mirror speaks, Moon leans further against it with a cheshire smile, eyes crinkling to slits.

The yellow bot shakes his head with a whimper as panic rises to his processors. Blue eyes wide in horror as he stumbles backward. Away from his counterpart.

There is a split moment as he hears his name reach him in the form of a worried whisper, along with a soft caress down his arm. But the voice sounds distant, disappearing somewhere he can't reach. He is in too deep.

"You can't escape" Moon repeats, his eyes fluttering close as he shakes his head in disappointment. "You can't escape THIS!" the gravel voice suddenly booms in his head as the lunar bot slams a bloodied claw against his side of the mirror. Smearing the red liquid across it.

A dark chuckle follows as the sunny robot brings his shaking hands to his rays. Pulling at them with a pained sob as memories start flooding his head.

A warbled wail leaves his lips as a flash of purple settles in his eyes, it flickers bright for a moment before the usual blue comes back, albeit be it much darker.

Sun doesn't avert his eyes, he can't. Transfixed at the blue reflection in front of him, red droplets of blood slowly inch down the other side of the mirror. He shouldn't- Moon shouldn't be here!

"What? What's the matter Sunny?" Moon sneers, his claws leaving an ugly noise in its wake as they trail down the glass. He awaits an answer.

"I-I...No..." Sun sobs, letting go of his rays and hugging himself as best as he can. "I- I got rid of you- I-'' another sob wracks his already shaking body.

Breathe.

Sun can't hear you calling his name, again and again with a soft but shaky voice.

Nor does he see the confused expression crossing your face at his words. He also doesn't see how you follow his gaze to the mirror, eyes narrowing in worry and fear for him.

Sun tries to remember himself.

Take deep breaths, slowly in and out. One at at time, he can do it he-

Sun's eyes go wide.

He doesn't feel himself breathing! Where- Where did his breath go? His fans kick in at the new surge of panic.

He can't breathe! He forgot how to breathe! He's going to suffocate! He-

"Dumbass!" a sharp hiss interrupts him, it quickly turns into an amused chuckle that evolves into an ugly, staticy laugh. Sun can feel himself tensing up, his fingers digging into his casing.

"Just like the good old times! You really didn't change a bit!" another chuckle, the room behind Moon changes. Suddenly, he is standing back in the daycare, blood dripping from his sharp smile and raised claw.

"Do you remember, Sun? Do you remember the feeling of their small arms between your hands?" Sun's core stutters at that, giving an agonizing hiss before it buzzes loudly in the bathroom.

"Fragile little humans are they not? Easy to break, but so so soofft~" Moon purrs, gaze gliding across the red mess on the padded floor. Small bodies of all the little ones he had the delight of meeting.

Some were eager to see him. Others were- well, not so. He treated them all the same though. He put them all to sleep. In their own, red blankets.

Moon taps his claw against his cheek before his red eyes stare back at Sun, who is currently trying so hard to look away. His smile deepens as he mouths words that hold no voice for him, but still reach Sun. Nestling painfully deep into the solar bots mind, successfully opening the gate to memories bathed in crimson.

The yellow bot shrieks in despair. Jumping backward until his back collides with the wall and he brings his shaking hands in front of his eyes.

No more. No more of that please!

A cackle is all that reaches him. "No use hiding in the present Sunny! The past will catch up! I am still a part of you!'' manic laughter rings through his body, he can't tell if it was Moon laughing, or if he did. He dreaded to know.

"Look at yourself! You could snap their neck in a moment's notice! See the fear in their eyes again" Sun clamps his hands over his mouth, interrupting his frantic clawing for a moment. He is afraid to give an answer, he is afraid that he said those words out loud.

Soft tutting follows. "You know I'm right" the words sound gentle but Sun shakes his head.

Moon doesn't stop.

"You did it before. Children were crying, every time you tried to calm them! The fear in their eyes~" another purr from his counterpart, from his reflection. "Oh the fear in their little eyes! That's all you're ever good for Sunny".

Sun claws at his face again as Moon continues to talk. His raspy voice whispering venomous and painful words to him, choked sobs slip past his lips as dark tears roll down his cheek. Pleads and begs is all he can give as an answer. Make it stop.

"Don't forget, I'll always be a part of you"

No! Stop. Stop it Moon!

Sun sobs, body shaking so hard he stumbles forward. Right into the waiting arms of the grinning Moon.

"Don't run! Come here my sweet brother!" Moon laughs, sharp teeth glistening in red.

Every wire inside of Sun, every inch of his coding screams at those words.

A desperate and distressed noise that only gets cut off at the sound of his fist colliding with the mirror.

The glass first splinters, then shatters, before its sharp shards rain down onto the tiled ground. Each of them hitting it with a clink.

Sun is sobbing. Sinking down to the floor as all strength leaves him.

His head buzzes painfully, vision fading from black to normal for several seconds. He can feel his core humming loudly, almost vibrating in his chest. He feels hot and cold at the same time, the hot is painful. It feels like he gets burnt from the inside out, heat threatening to melt his casing if he doesn't calm down anytime soon.

His body is shaking as he curls his arms around it, eyes directed at the floor as he feels his mind gradually clearing.

…

Moon isn't talking anymore.

Sun looks up. The hint of a smile on his lips.

That, however, is wiped clean the second he sets eyes on your form cowering in the far corner of the bathroom.

You are trembling. Arms raised protectively above your face to shield you from the glass shards. Wait-

A strangled noise leaves Sun's chest as he notices the pieces of the mirror lying around him. He looks back over to you and catches your eyes.

They are trembling in fear, you have your lips firmly pressed together, forming a thin line.

Sun's rays shrink further into his head, painfully scraping against another as he reaches out toward you. He stops as you flinch away, pressing yourself further against the corner of the wall. A cold terror takes hold of his entire form, freezing him in place.

Several seconds pass, you don't dare move. Still shaken from what happened, your head hurts from the blood curdling scream Sun let go minutes ago. You shudder at the memory.

"D-Dear...?" Sun reaches for you again, holding out his hand in a silent offer. No, in a silent plea for you to take it.

You can't be afraid of him right? He- He didn't do anything wrong! He was just- He-

Sun nearly chokes on nothing as you stand up, ignoring his hand. Your legs are shaking from the adrenalin as you hold onto the bathtub.

You don't miss the way Sun yanks his hand back, holding it close to his chest.

"I-I need a moment" you whisper, the gentle tone not as present as you want it to. Instead, your voice trembles just as bad as your body does. You try to smile as blue eyes settle on you, but you can't manage that either.

"S-See you later" you then mumble, trying to reach for Sun in an attempt to reassure him that you are willing to be in his presence. But he leans away, you gulp. Hurrying out of the bathroom and off into your own room.

Silence fills the bathroom as Sun listens to your footsteps echoing down the hallway. His mind is blank, unable to grasp a decent thought. The hallway grows still as the door falls shut behind you. Sun flinches at the noise.

…

A quiet sob tears through the silence of the bathroom.

Sun slumps forward, burying his face in his pants as more sobs shake his body. His hands find the back of his head, fingers touching the exposed wiring there before he tugs at it.

The words from Moon gabe him despair, but the fear in your eyes as you looked at him? The way your body shook and flinched away as he reached for you? He felt his heart shatter at that.

He messed up.

Sun messed up the one good thing that happened after the Pizzaplex, didn't he?

Sun sniffles and looks up. There is glass lying everywhere, littering the ground like the plastic balls from the daycare. He feels a familiar twitch in his fingers.

"Clean up..." he mumbles, standing up ever so slowly as he goes to a small niche located behind a curtain, to get a broom.

He moves the cleaning tool with practiced ease– back and forth, always back and forth – and the shards on the ground clink together.

A grumble leaves him as he notices the smallest of glass splinters slipping through the rough bristles.

"Clean up! Clean up!" he chides himself, falling back into his old protocols in an instant. His mind gradually grows silent, the ping to clean up blocks out almost everything else.

Only as he stands straight to go and dispose of the glass shards does he stop, turning his head to glance at the mirror and his shattered reflection. Dark tear stains now adorn his face.

Moon was right, wasn't he?

Sun closes his eyes, and once he opens them again, his counterpart smiles at him from the mirror. Broken and shattered, but Sun can see the sharp teeth clearly.

He turns away, slowly making his way down to the kitchen, not bothering to turn on the light.

In the end, fear is all he can elicit from people.

[tittyinfinity]

If they were gonna pick a new flag for Missouri it would just be the Bass Pro logo

[kazifatagar]

Khalid: Anwar’s legal team wrongly informed PMX on Kampung Sungai Baru compensation

Former Federal Territories Minister Khalid Abdul Samad, a Pakatan Harapan member, has challenged Prime Minister Anwar Ibrahim’s legal team on the Kampung Sungai Baru redevelopment, alleging Anwar received flawed legal advice. Khalid disputes the claim that increasing compensation for landowners who rejected initial offers would require adjusting payments for those who accepted. Khalid insists the…

[ctcnewsca]

Canadian MPs to get $6,700 raise on April 1, but 79% of Canadians are against it. Is this fair? Read more on the controversy, public reaction, and what’s next.

[softestvirgil]

Can’t say I’m surprised but oh boy am I disappointed

let’s go into detail about what’s going on with thomas sanders and brei grace, because i refuse to let him and the community sweep this under the rug:

thomas severely underpaid brei grace for her work on roleslaying with roman

thomas then laid brei off after creating a work environment that was bad enough to make her not want to return

thomas made a post “announcing” that rswr would be on “an indefinite hiatus”. but it was only available on his patreon (im not a patron so i can’t link the post or show a screenshot, but if i find a screenshot i will edit it into this post)

to amend the above point: i had seen many people saying there was a patreon post that touched on the subject of brei being laid off and rswr taking a hiatus, but in actuality, according to a patron, thomas mentioned the matter in a patreon livestream, not a full blown post. i apologize for the misinformation

just days later, thomas makes a tweet about his merch sale, and most (if not ALL) his current merch was designed by brei, who will not see a penny in royalties, and this is apparently a regular thing with thomas

finally, an entire week after the patreon “announcement” and brei being laid off, thomas says this on the youtube community page (among other things, but this is what im focusing on):

and brei has to clarify that she was laid off

i want to point out the phrase “brei is currently not part of our team” and how thomas fails to acknowledge that HE is responsible for that. HE laid her off. and like a cowardly snake, he’s hiding behind vague corporate speak because he doesn’t want to admit the truth

unfortunately for him, the truth is out there

i know i sound really serious and dramatic and yall are probably not even taking me seriously and you have your pitchforks at the ready, but guess what? i couldn’t care less. i mean this IS serious, which is why im taking it seriously. but at the end of the day im just informing the community of what i know. what you do with that information is up to you

im not “cancelling” thomas, or trying to start a witch hunt, im just so sick of everyone pretending thomas is a perfect harmless little angel who can do no wrong. cos guess what? he HAS done wrong. he’s done wrong by brei. but everyone is so busy sucking up to him that they don’t seem to care that brei is suffering because of him

and this isn’t the first time he’s done wrong by an artist, either (let’s never forget the mad libs incident)

to summarize: thomas doesn’t make it a habit of properly compensating the artists he hires, he makes their experiences a living hell, and then he lies through his teeth about it

like i said, do with this information what you will, but i don’t know how thomas sleeps at night

(oh, and if you plan on harassing me over this post, im literally just gonna block you lmao don’t waste your energy)

hope everyone has a nice weekend (except for thomas tbh)