#prisonmeal

[kaylanwayne]

My meals in prison

Last thanksgiving I ate this, the same meal I eat every day, honestly I don't even know if I can call it a meal, every day I eat three meals, breakfast, lunch and dinner, as you can see from the pictures the meals look disgusting and they really are disgusting, I remember on my first day in prison I wanted to throw up because it tasted so bad, after a while you get used to it but that doesn't make it a reasonably good meal, they probably don't spend a lot to feed us and give us only the minimum to survive. Well, at least we're not forced to eat nutraloaf every day, I guess that's something to be grateful for.

[danderling]

half assed sketch of fucking Rusty Jo of all people???? Whatever most of my friends really liked this design (REALLY liked it) so might as well

[neonflxme]

Look at my lawyer dawg, I'm going to jail

[bawlbrayker]

That's why I love this fic 😍

i sleep so peacefully at night knowing ian and mickey were the most annoying motherfuckers in Cell Block A

[hootbon]

so gangle gets forced to murder her abstracting prisonmates horribly and painfully? and then replace them with replicas as if nothing had ever transpired? as the artificial consciousness bound to hers forces her body? neat.

Pretty much

[totallynotaterrorist]

It's so funny how after the prison reunion in s9 everyone thought Ian and Mickey would have to hide their sexuality and relationship from everyone there, and instead they made their relationship everyone's problem. Like, guards and prisonmates alike begging them to stop bickering, asking around for relationship advice (shoutout to Mickey reaching out to his nazi dad's old friends), and everyone being shocked at how bad their communication skills actually are.

Where angst was expected, we got full Stupid Husbands comedy, and that deserves some love

[side-vermin93]

it is 2030, I just got back from a 24 hour shift at the Orphan Crushing Factory and managed to earn enough rations to not starve to death this week. After being harassed by the local gang members and spat on by several police officers, I crash into my mold-infested couch and load up Youtube with the hopes of escaping my rotten existence, only to see an age verification window blocking me from consuming my corporate approved and hyper-sanitised slop.

I give my face and ID to my corporate overlord and finally finish opening the app to watch an indie animation, almost immediately afterward, several police officers kick down my door and arrest me for not complying with the Crush More Orphans Bill and I am dragged to court.

While I am waiting in a prison cell and sucking from a stained mattress for nourishment, my crackhead prisonmate explains that the moment I gave my face and ID to the internet, an anonymous group of malicious hackers (with a suspicious amount of wealth and influence) scraped my face and voice and made a Deepfake of me verbally criticising the PM's shoes (Thought crime).

As I lay dying of black-lung in a convict labour camp while the guards spit on me, at least I can find relief in my final moments by thinking of my old fanfiction, only for my brain chip to detonate, killing me instantly.

[tenfluenza]

oh my god they were prisonmates

[dolce-cerise]

Sun was successfully kidnapped in the nsp infection au, except instead of Nexus using him to find wither shards, he gets locked in a prison for those considered "heretics" for refusing to join the dark stars.

The wardens are The Beast and Dazzle because why not, and they had nothing else to do while not having a task to do.

Also, Sun won't be alone in the prison forever. He'll get two(maybe three) new prisonmates.

[astralphobia]

I have some questions for hellfire :DD

1: where's Mable in all this?? Is she still in the bubble, even though she didn't break it this time?? If not is she with anyone in particular?? Is she alone?? Does she know what happened to her brother?? Same questions goes for everyone else, but mainly for Mabel.

2: what about Gideon?? He played a fairly important role in The weirdmageddon arc. Being an obstacle in defeating bill. Did anyone happen to take his role in this AU??? Or does he still have his role?? If someone did take it who???

3: did Bill take over Dipper's body completely?? Do they share it to an extent??? Is Dipper a ghost similar to in Sock Opera?? Or did both of their consciousness combine some how???? Is Dipper gone completely??? Or something else entirely??

4: is there any differences in the way weirdmageddon looks in terms of scenery and weirdness??? Considering this time Bill's possessing someone, does the consciousness of that person (Dipper) effect weirdmageddon in anyway???

That's all I have for now. But I'll probably ask more questions later on :]

- 🕊 Anon

1 - Mabel's not in the bubble, no. Since she wasn't the one who broke the Rift in the first place, she never got trapped in Mabeland. To me, Mabeland was a direct consequence of her breaking the Rift. She's not alone. She has Stan, Ford, and Wendy I think (Their hideout is the Shack, but they had to hunt for unicorn hair since in this au weirdmageddon happens before it does in the actual show)?? Maybe Soos later on (he's still the handyman of the apocalypse, but he meets her and the others later)?? Although this is one of my more developed AUs, it's near impossible to think about every little aspect.

2 - I forgot about Gideon... He might still have his role, though I'm pretty sure it's been taken... He's likely free and with his fellow prisonmates, but not quite on Bill's side. Bill already has a little mascot!

3 - I won't say anything specifically, but I'll just say that all of those guesses are incorrect- This is something else entirely, not possession. :)

4 - (Again, this isn't possession, but) That's actually a great idea! I didn't think of that earlier, but perhaps I'll use it!

@fishy--friend @cryptic-platypus (You guys seemed interested in this au so I thought i'd tag you)

[an0nfr0mth3d3n]

BADBOYHALO AND AYPIERRE ARE PRISONMATES AYHALO WIN

[carinelian]

[10] Roses in a barren land

Also posted at Tapas here (and the rest, all for free!)

Once, Aster’s nameless prison mate had shared a story. 

It was about a child he'd found in the outskirts, a little girl with a gap in her teeth and a rose’s blush in her cheeks. She was a sprightly little thing that didn’t belong in the bitter cold, so the story went. Aster had been torn between interjecting that he grew up in the outskirts to asking whether or not this little girl was the prisonmate’s actual, blood-related child. 

A small part of him had the sinking feeling that this child may as well be imaginary, like all the other characters that the man had conjured to pass time. It happened sometimes, in the haze of hunger, cold, and imminent death. Aster had sworn that he wouldn’t laugh if this was the case. 

But all these remained in his thoughts, as the man passionately recounted his ‘encounters’. Aster had yet to put a face on the voice, much less a name, but he imagined a bright-eyed man on the cell across from him, whose light refused to be snuffed out.   

“Children are children no matter if they came from Elyssia or Taratus,” the voice echoed, carrying over the thoughts and sentiments of its owner from the cell across. “But children born and raised in hell are built differently. I offered her food, and guess what, she offered me to thieves!” 

He burst into laughter, a rare sound that was unheard of in the Fortress since the man joined their ranks. 

“Your food will only last her a day,” Aster reasoned, “but selling you out may feed her for three days. If she has a family, then shorter. Surely you get the logic.” 

“My body is worth more than a day!” Came an affronted reply. 

“Oh yeah?” Aster called out. “My apologies, I couldn’t tell.” 

“My face alone is a national treasure,” the other prisoner insisted, completely taken by his own, self-proclaimed beauty. “Those band of thieves, they actually mistook me for a woman at first! It would’ve been the end of me, but thankfully, I managed to escape.” 

His prison mate had then proceed to narrate a tale of his grand escape from the thieves, from managing to persuade his guards to step inside his cell, how he managed to knock them out, and discreetly run away from camp –  definitely exaggerated details, Aster thought, because if the man had been that good, then he would’ve broken out of Serberos already. 

This was a prevalent theme for his prison mate. On nights that the fortress was too cold and the walls closed in, he would regale the cells, both occupied and empty, with larger-than-life flights of fancy. It was almost pitiful, how his prison mate turned friend made himself part of historical events that no one else could have seen. Sometime ago, he’d told Aster about being able to arrange a parlay with neighbouring invaders. The other day, he’d told Aster about a court dispute between the Minister of Financial Affairs and Minister of Education, which ended in a high-stake gamble with all of their properties and assets on the line. 

That night, it was about thieves. And being a beauty, apparently. 

Most nights, Aster indulged him. After all, who was he to rain on a condemned man’s parade? 

“Then why couldn’t you escape here?” He dared to ask. They rarely talk about their sins – both alleged and true. But Aster had been feeling particularly brave then, and couldn’t care less if the person across him stopped talking to him forever. His eternity only lasted until his death sentence, anyway. 

“Who said I wanted to escape?” The man shot back. “I had places to be back then, but it’s different now.” 

Only dead men walk out of the fortress, the Emperor had said. He wondered if the same goes for whoever walked in. 

Aster doubted that anyone would be glad to find themselves rotting in this hellhole, but then again, he wouldn’t put it past his prison mate and his delusions. Which was amusing as it was pitiful. He decided to get in with the joke. “And how is it any different?” 

“This time,” the voice said, “the Emperor made the right judgement.” 

***

One lifetime and death sentence later, Aster still believed that the Emperor made an erroneous decision. 

Since their encounter with the wolf, the sun had long set over the horizon, and the air had turned as bitter as Aster’s grudges – unforgiving, piercing, and able to sink through the bones. At this point, they had covered miles and miles of the same scenery: the woods held no shortage of evergreens such as pine trees and cedar, and snow. Piles and piles of snow, stretching over all corners like a fluffy blanket. 

The view was astounding, especially for a man who was stuck in prison for a good portion of his life, but many people have died trying to brave through Taratus’ snow. It was called the empire’s frozen hell for a reason: there were those who had taken wrong turns and fell into icy lakes that froze over, some had gone cold before they realised what was happening, and then there were the bears. The wolves. The bandits. 

Countless predators at every turn, because the only law that existed out here was survival of the fittest. 

But if the General’s map had served right, they should be nearing the border within a day and a half’s trek. 

The entire time, the man who had yet to grow as Emperor Dominique Sibylla walked beside Aster, golden hair caked with snow. He had given up all attempts to make small talk, and appeared to have been focusing on putting one foot over the other. At first, Aster could tell that the man was trying to imitate his soundless walk – a trick he’d picked up as an assassin – but had only been able to produce stomps instead. 

Since then, he’d resorted to hiding his wheezes and bated breaths, probably too prideful to ask for a rest. Aster could tell that the scribe was unused to hiking – probably used to being carried around by the General, if their close relationship was any indicator – so a part of him wanted the man to swallow his ego and admit he needed a break. 

“Hey,” he called out in the open, without as much as looking back. “You alright back there?” 

A huff. Then, more stomping. “I’m not the one whose injured.” 

“I’m not the one falling behind, though.” He said out of spite. “Keep up!” 

There was a groan behind him, but instead of snapping back, the scribe had done as instructed and forced himself to keep up the pace. Aster could see the strain in his face, with his cheeks puffed up and lips chapped from the dry air. 

“I-I’m not falling behind,” he said to Aster. “I was conserving energy. Not all of us are show-offs like you.”   

Against his better judgement, Aster snorted a little at that. “You haven’t even seen me show-off for real.” 

“What’s there to show?” 

He should ignore him, given that this man was basically echoing everything that the Emperor had mocked during his failed assassination attempts. Aster had grievances against Florence Dominique Sibylla that can’t be resolved by a single stab alone; he needed to take his time and hit this man where it hurts. 

“My skills are in high demand,” At least, they used to be .The job market has yet to know someone like him in the industry. But if Aster trained his body well and made use of everything he could remember, it wouldn’t probably take him long to rebuild his network of clients. 

He expected the man to refute, just as he’d done at the wake of the slain bandits, but instead Florence only gave another huff. 

“You’re remarkably adept at killing,” he noted. “It’s hard to believe you’ve lived here all your life.” 

He didn’t, actually. But he figured that Florence didn’t need to know the future, especially one that he’d so vehemently fucked-up. Better safe than sorry. 

“For those living here, it’s a necessity,” he said. “You Capital City dwellers have your mind games and politics, we have our laws of the jungle. Simple.” 

Florence gave a soft laugh at that. “Not so different, then.” 

Ah. 

To be fair, Aster didn’t expect the Great Emperor to share blood with a commoner, as the name ‘Dominique Sibylla’ only rose to notoriety after the war. It was as if, out of the blue, a storm had swept over the capital, tore down the class division, and killed anyone who dared oppose his rule. It had been a ray of light at first – imagine a noble, finally making use of his privilege for good. But then the Emperor turned out to be just like the others. 

If the story is to be believed and His Highness truly did come from humble beginnings, Aster wondered: where did it go wrong? Was he truly evil from the very start, or had His Highness gone down this beaten path on his own, as a measly scribe, and then for some reason turned the way he was? 

He looked at this man, with his chubby cheeks and doe eyes, and tried to imagine the masked emperor standing in his place. The first was unflinchingly vulnerable and human, while the other was cold and hard to kill. 

You will die, but never before me. You will be sent to the Fortress of Serberos, down the coldest cells, where you can spend your remaining days wondering where you went wrong. 

Now that he thought about it, that order should be directed at Florence himself. The Emperor should be the one rotting in the cells, reflecting how he went from this to that. 

He hadn’t realised that he’d stopped in his tracks again, staring at the scribe to the point that the man had adopted a defensive stance again. Fuck. 

“What? Is there something on my face?” Florence asked. Then, in a lower, more alarmed voice, “Is there something behind me?” 

From the way he stood, Aster knew this man was bound to pass out soon. They may have taken the shorter path, but this one was steeper and less travelled by, making the snow deeper and the journey harder. 

“I’m thinking we can set up camp here,” Aster said. “Wait for me here, I’ll go get firewood.”  

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[edwardnebula]

Find it funny that Cari was taught by Espio, a shinobi and also prisonmates with Mimic. Also, I ended up having Cari my favorite fanchild of yours besides Fable and Stell.

cari's making it to one of my favorites to.

Espio has funny enough so far mentored outside of his family: Surge (part of her recovery after an 'injury' and rehabilitation), Tangle (She wanted to be able to help the Diamond cutters more), Cari (He asked to be in part to make up for his father and be a better person, be a real fighter against eggman not a coward), Jade (mostly for meditation, silver asked as it seemed like a good way to help their psychic headaches)

[incorrectmilgramquotes]

Yuno: In this world it's yeet or be yeeten Kazui: ...Yeeten...? Mikoto: *runs by* YOOT Kotoko: I need new prisonmates

[hootbon]

Sometimes, achieving gender euphoria means you gotta scavenge body parts from the scattered corpses of your near-abstracted prisonmates and use them as your own. That’s just how it be when your consciousness is stuck in eternal purgatory for your foreseeable future

Absolutely!!

[arcadeegos]

I have so many ideas for my Distric Attorney.... like if Actor Mark gets to be Date!Mark & Heist!Mark then District gets to be Date!DA & Heist!DA AND I HAVE IDEAS ABOUT THAT BUT I HAVE WORK IN LIKE TwoO? HOURS,,

Soon, maybe. I also have ideas of giving them equivalent outfits to some egos like Yancy = Prisonmate!DA, Illinois = Explorer!DA etc. Basically ego-ifying the DA I guess?? I've been thinking about this for ages & I gottaaaa... Mostly thinking about how I can use the crack in their face and fill it with stuff or change it's shape or SOMETHING idk