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Yan hcs for Nathan from repo, please?

🥀Yandere Nathan Wallace Hcs🥀

Warnings: Yandere Trope, Unhealthy coping mechanisms, kidnapping, murder, stalking, manipulation, delusional behavior, Nathan projecting onto darling

● Nathan Wallace. A grief stricken former doctor and now Repo Man. A title that carries a scary connotation in this dystopia hell. A legal assassin many say. In a world where a mega cooperation controls most of the place. You need medicine, a organ transplant, surgery, cosmetic organs? You can have them just for the cost of most of your savings. You can't pay on time? Nathan is who comes to collect those organs back. Including the rest of them.

● He wasn't a man to choose this job. No he was forced into it by genecos corrupt ceo. He was tricked into killing his own wife, forced to do an emergency surgery to save his child, and forced to be repoman, otherwise face murder charges.

● Shilo, his own daughter, he keeps locked in her room in their house. Feeding the lie that she inherited a rare blood disease, giving her medicine to keep her sick, to keep her from leaving him alone. Thinking it better to clip her wings than to let her fly and be hurt. Of course that dosen't work out the way he wants it to as shown in the film. If he's willing to do that to his own ward, what do you think he's willing to do to a romantic interest?

● Maybe you're his co-worker, a fellow repo-man, a geneco employee, or a former close friend such as Mag. No matter what It's no doubt he clings to you for one major reason. You remind him of his dear wife Marni. During the movie it's shown he hasn't let go of her. After all those years. The only way he'd fall for someone else was if he believed that they were her somehow.

● Man, woman, neither, both, all, none, inbetween, he dosen't care. It could be your personality, you could have a similar hair color, eye color, maybe you show concern for Shilo. He clings to it. You.. You're surely her. Just in a different body. Different look. She's come back to him through you. His years of pleading to air had resulted in you.

● He tries his best to court you like however he did her. Maybe some Cheesy compliments. Akward propositions to hang.. which are often interrupted by him calling home to his daughter. Sometimes it's Mr.Largo hounding him to retrieve some "company property". He's a busy guy, he really is, but he tried to make time to see you. He'll always come back to grovel and apologize.

● He won't invite you over to his place. Not at first. Any conversing is some public space or you home. The latter he'll root around in, looking for any more ties to her. Do you have similar interests? Belongings? Anything? It cements his delusions further. He'll grasp at the shortest of straws to justify his feelings. The racing feeling in chest that makes him sick.

● He even slips up a couple time, her name leaving his mouth, he immediately fumbles to explain himself. Giving a reasonable excuse. Surely you've called a teacher mom once right? A friend by a wrong name? There's nothing behind it, he knows what your name is. He knows a lot of things about you. Due to your friendship of course! Nothing nefarious.

● It's believable, if you ignore the figure that looms in the alley. Even if you can't see the face of the dreaded repo man, all you're able to see is the familiar outfit, and the trail of blood that typically follows. You'll go about on your way of course, you can't legally do anything about it, they're allowed to reclaim organs. It's a hush-hush situation. Everyone knows they're there, but no one dares to speak out.

● Every time you spot them it's nothing silence. You can feel a familiar stare piece through you. They don't move. They don't do anything. The simply stare, then leave, you'd almost think they were following you.. if it was even the same repo man. They all looked the same didn't they? That was the point of the uniforms you'd presume. Keep identities hidden.

● Perhaps there was just an increase of Repomen in your area. After all, it seemed a lot of your neighbors had debts to geneco, homes left empty as their bodies. Hollowed out of their insides. Even some of your dear friends you may have to put in the ground. All except for a certain Mr.Wallace.

● He's always there to comfort you as you mourn. Guilt eating away at him, knowing what he'd done. Not all of them were results of him of course. Some of those people really did just have debts that needed collected. Some were more of a petty project. They were getting too close. Tempting you. He couldn't allow it. Part of his brain screams at him that he's a horrid man, the other acknowledges it with a smile, indluging in ruthlessness of the job.

● Soon enough his delusions spread further. What if you got taken away from him again? Be it via death, your occupation, you breaking off ties, or someone else stealing your heart. He can't fathom what he'd do if you left. He's already failed you Marni once. He won't do it again. Not to you.

● He'll try to lure you over to his house. Inviting you to spend time there. To show you around. The first time he's offered noticeably. Soon enough you'll find however he won't let you leave. The house will be on lockdown. You'll be letting your own specifically made room, just like Shilo. Like "mother" like daughter.

● Now you're another victim of this man's own grief and guilt.. but with Shilos rebellious streak in the movie, your entrapment shouldn't last long.

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Yan hcs for Nathan from repo, please?

🥀Yandere Nathan Wallace Hcs🥀

Warnings: Yandere Trope, Unhealthy coping mechanisms, kidnapping, murder, stalking, manipulation, delusional behavior, Nathan projecting onto darling

● Nathan Wallace. A grief stricken former doctor and now Repo Man. A title that carries a scary connotation in this dystopia hell. A legal assassin many say. In a world where a mega cooperation controls most of the place. You need medicine, a organ transplant, surgery, cosmetic organs? You can have them just for the cost of most of your savings. You can't pay on time? Nathan is who comes to collect those organs back. Including the rest of them.

● He wasn't a man to choose this job. No he was forced into it by genecos corrupt ceo. He was tricked into killing his own wife, forced to do an emergency surgery to save his child, and forced to be repoman, otherwise face murder charges.

● Shilo, his own daughter, he keeps locked in her room in their house. Feeding the lie that she inherited a rare blood disease, giving her medicine to keep her sick, to keep her from leaving him alone. Thinking it better to clip her wings than to let her fly and be hurt. Of course that dosen't work out the way he wants it to as shown in the film. If he's willing to do that to his own ward, what do you think he's willing to do to a romantic interest?

● Maybe you're his co-worker, a fellow repo-man, a geneco employee, or a former close friend such as Mag. No matter what It's no doubt he clings to you for one major reason. You remind him of his dear wife Marni. During the movie it's shown he hasn't let go of her. After all those years. The only way he'd fall for someone else was if he believed that they were her somehow.

● Man, woman, neither, both, all, none, inbetween, he dosen't care. It could be your personality, you could have a similar hair color, eye color, maybe you show concern for Shilo. He clings to it. You.. You're surely her. Just in a different body. Different look. She's come back to him through you. His years of pleading to air had resulted in you.

● He tries his best to court you like however he did her. Maybe some Cheesy compliments. Akward propositions to hang.. which are often interrupted by him calling home to his daughter. Sometimes it's Mr.Largo hounding him to retrieve some "company property". He's a busy guy, he really is, but he tried to make time to see you. He'll always come back to grovel and apologize.

● He won't invite you over to his place. Not at first. Any conversing is some public space or you home. The latter he'll root around in, looking for any more ties to her. Do you have similar interests? Belongings? Anything? It cements his delusions further. He'll grasp at the shortest of straws to justify his feelings. The racing feeling in chest that makes him sick.

● He even slips up a couple time, her name leaving his mouth, he immediately fumbles to explain himself. Giving a reasonable excuse. Surely you've called a teacher mom once right? A friend by a wrong name? There's nothing behind it, he knows what your name is. He knows a lot of things about you. Due to your friendship of course! Nothing nefarious.

● It's believable, if you ignore the figure that looms in the alley. Even if you can't see the face of the dreaded repo man, all you're able to see is the familiar outfit, and the trail of blood that typically follows. You'll go about on your way of course, you can't legally do anything about it, they're allowed to reclaim organs. It's a hush-hush situation. Everyone knows they're there, but no one dares to speak out.

● Every time you spot them it's nothing silence. You can feel a familiar stare piece through you. They don't move. They don't do anything. The simply stare, then leave, you'd almost think they were following you.. if it was even the same repo man. They all looked the same didn't they? That was the point of the uniforms you'd presume. Keep identities hidden.

● Perhaps there was just an increase of Repomen in your area. After all, it seemed a lot of your neighbors had debts to geneco, homes left empty as their bodies. Hollowed out of their insides. Even some of your dear friends you may have to put in the ground. All except for a certain Mr.Wallace.

● He's always there to comfort you as you mourn. Guilt eating away at him, knowing what he'd done. Not all of them were results of him of course. Some of those people really did just have debts that needed collected. Some were more of a petty project. They were getting too close. Tempting you. He couldn't allow it. Part of his brain screams at him that he's a horrid man, the other acknowledges it with a smile, indluging in ruthlessness of the job.

● Soon enough his delusions spread further. What if you got taken away from him again? Be it via death, your occupation, you breaking off ties, or someone else stealing your heart. He can't fathom what he'd do if you left. He's already failed you Marni once. He won't do it again. Not to you.

● He'll try to lure you over to his house. Inviting you to spend time there. To show you around. The first time he's offered noticeably. Soon enough you'll find however he won't let you leave. The house will be on lockdown. You'll be letting your own specifically made room, just like Shilo. Like "mother" like daughter.

● Now you're another victim of this man's own grief and guilt.. but with Shilos rebellious streak in the movie, your entrapment shouldn't last long.

@helpfandom, @adalwolfgang

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just a heads up regarding directly supporting the dresden dolls;

the neil gaiman situation? yeah, well, the dresden dolls' singer (amanda palmer) is his ex wife. allegedly she was getting women to him so... there's trafficking allegations towards her.

it's one of those things where. i don't think on it since the band is really idk, cozy? to me? but it is something to bear in mind

oh...

Well that sucks. I'll have to think on where my morals are on this situation.

Sucks that that happened, people are the worst. Hate Neil gaiman

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#i love when music makes fun of how ppl act like being trans is a disgusting death sentence

I know it's really funny

Also it turns out I had been listening to Dresden Dolls before that post, I just hadn't realized.

Also your trans so it counts

hey btw at work

But uh sex changes by dresden dolls is you core because your

Sex changes

Youre welcome

i disagree but thats a very funny thing to say😭

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IS THAT THE OLD ROSE BUSH IN MY BACK GARDEN AS YOUR TUMBLR HEADER??? i have bad news they cut it down :(

IT IS!!! I loved the picture so much. It's been that way for like... over 5 months. I really like it its so pretty.

Also that sucks. You should kill those people

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make up something about me based on my dvd collection. if you want

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My husband has become a prisoner of the Israeli occupation😭😭

After we were besieged in Rafah for more than four days, the tent was demolished over my heads, my children, and my husband, and we were able to miraculously escape. For those whose story of escape was not complete, because they were able to capture my husband and he is now their prisoner after he was injured in his feet from the bombing. My child was also exposed to danger and underwent a difficult surgical operation that failed. My family is now without a father, without a breadwinner for us, in light of this war and this catastrophic famine. I cannot provide food and drink for my children, nor can I provide treatment for my sick child. Please help us by donating to save us from danger.

Please donate now

I want to thank every person with a humane heart who helped me and my children. I hope you continue to donate to my family.

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I have devastating news. I’m Musab Ahmed, and for no clear reason, GoFundMe disabled the contact that was responsible for receiving and transferring the funds from my campaign to me, starting April 21st, 2025. Even though I had raised 24% of my goal, I was unable to access any of the money I worked so hard to collect. We tried reaching out to them multiple times, but they haven’t responded, and now I’ve been forced to start over from scratch.

I’m not exaggerating when I say I nearly had a heart attack from the shock and stress — especially after all the hope and effort I poured into that campaign.

Here is the link to my new fundraiser. Please, if you can donate or even just share it, your support would mean the world to me. I urgently need the funds, as I still haven’t been able to undergo the second surgery for my shoulder, and things are getting harder by the day.

I’ve been verified by @gazavetters

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Ploop ploop ploop

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autistic anger issues are So Much. i have my temper more under control now in that i rly dont yell/lash out anymore but i do regularly boil inside with incandescent uncontainable rage over something inconsequential and then it evaporates in the span of ten minutes. incomparable

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Jervis Tetch is what i looked like in the first half of high school

Yes I know very sad but do not worry I have evolved to nubbins in my adult life

But I still love this silly little guy sm I named my cat Jervis after him

Perfect lil bean

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Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's  Characters: Sun/Moon x Reader  (gender neutral) Words: 1,034 Summary: They don’t know they’re killing you. They just know you can’t leave.

Note: This is a continuation from this ONESHOT. So, consider this as a sequel. I may or may not be considering making a series out of this from different perspectives to see if Reader survives 😉.

You don’t know how long you’ve been here.

The Pizzaplex has no windows, no clocks. Just the endless hum of dying machinery and the flicker of failing lights. You stopped checking your watch a while ago - the numbers blur, meaningless. Time doesn’t exist here. Only they do.

Sun’s fingers are cold where they lace through yours, holding too tightly, too long. His smile, painted and permanent, flickers with static in the low light.

 “See?” he chirps, though his voice warps at the edges. “This is better! No need to leave, no need to worry, just you and me and games!”

You don’t correct him. You’ve learned that’s dangerous.

The last time you tried to leave - really leave - his grip left bruises. Fingerprints pressed so deep they felt like they’d never fade. His voice never rose, but the light behind his eyes had flickered too fast, too sharp.

Moon had surfaced that night.

 “You’re not going anywhere.”

Now you sit quietly, back against the cool foam wall of the daycare, feeling Sun’s weight leaning into your side like a child desperate for comfort. His rays are bent, some bells missing, but he hums like nothing’s wrong. Like the two of you are still surrounded by the laughter of children.

But there’s only the two of you.

And him.

Because the lights will fail. They always do.

The flicker is subtle at first. Just a dimming at the edges, the soft buzz of electricity stuttering. Sun’s grip tightens.

“N-no! Stay bright, stay bright, stay—”

But the darkness comes anyway.

———————

Moon unfolds from the same body like smoke leaking from cracks. The softness in Sun’s posture is gone, now replaced by something leaner, sharper. His head tilts, eyes glowing faint red in the dark.

 “Still here,” Moon purrs, crouching in front of you. “Good.”

You swallow hard as he reaches out, fingers curling beneath your chin, tilting your face up.

 “I was afraid you’d get ideas again.”

His voice is lower, calmer but laced with something heavier. Threats that don’t need to be spoken.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you say softly.

It’s the only thing that keeps him steady.

Moon hums, satisfied for now, but he doesn’t pull away. His thumb traces your jaw, slow, deliberate, like he’s memorizing the shape of you. The only thing in this place that still moves, still breathes.

“You’re the last thing that belongs here,” he murmurs. “The last thing that works.”

You close your eyes, just for a moment but the darkness behind your lids feels too much like him, so you force them open again.

——————

You wake later - how much later, you don’t know - half-curled beneath one of the padded play structures, your limbs stiff. Your throat dry.

You should be afraid. You are afraid. But it’s dulled, worn down by days - weeks? - of the same cycle.

Sun’s nearby, sitting cross-legged, singing to himself in a voice glitching at the edges. He’s got a crayon in one hand, dragging it across a moldy sheet of paper. Scribbles, rough shapes, crude drawings of you smiling.

“See? You look happy here!” he chirps, turning the drawing toward you with a proud shake of his bells.

The figure doesn’t look like you. Not really. But you nod, because it’s what he wants.

“It’s… nice,” you manage.

He beams.

“We’ll hang it on the wall! Right next to the others!”

You glance to where dozens - maybe hundreds - of similar drawings are taped along the foam walls, curling at the edges. Each one a distorted version of you: smiling, waving, staying.

——————

It happens again that night.

The lights stutter.

The hum dies.

Moon pulls you close the second the dark settles, holding you too tightly against his chest, metal fingers splayed along your back like a cage.

“Why do you flinch?” he whispers.

You don’t answer.

“I’m keeping you safe.”

His breath - synthetic, cooling fans whirring faintly - ghosts across your neck.

“The others left,” he murmurs, voice soft as silk. “But you… you stayed. That means something.”

Your heart pounds harder.

“I stayed because I care,” you whisper, lying because it’s safer than the truth. “I wanted to make sure you weren’t alone.”

For a moment, Moon stills.

Then, almost too soft to hear:

 “You’re lying.”

His grip tightens, fingers pressing into your spine. Panic surges but he shushes you, rocking gently, back and forth like a lullaby.

 “It’s alright,” he hums. “You’ll mean it soon enough.”

———————

Days blur. Time rots.

You wake once with Sun tucking plastic flowers behind your ear, humming a song you recognize from childhood. Another time, Moon holds your wrist so tightly it aches for hours after, his voice a constant whisper in your ear.

“You’re safe here. No one will hurt you.”

You believe it less every time he says it.

But you nod. You smile. Because it’s the only way to survive.

——---

It isn’t until much later that you hear the buzz of power again - stronger, steady. Somewhere in the distance, systems reboot. Lights flicker in the hallway beyond.

A chance.

Your body tenses. You’re on your feet before you can second-guess, darting toward the exit of the daycare.

You don’t get far.

Moon’s arm snakes around your waist, dragging you back so fast your breath leaves you in a gasp. His grip bruises.

 “Leaving?” he hisses, voice no longer soft. “Leaving?”

You struggle, panic surging but his strength is unmatched. He pulls you against his chest, head tilted, grin stretched wide.

“Why?” he whispers. “After everything we’ve built here?”

Sun flickers back in, blinking, frantic.

“Don’t go!” he cries, pulling at your arm with desperate, shaking hands. “We can play more games! We can -  we can paint! Please - ”

The switch back to Moon is violent.

“You don’t get to leave,” he snarls. “Not after all this time.”

You try to speak, try to explain, but his grip tightens painfully.

“We kept you safe,” Moon growls, face inches from yours. “We kept you safe.”

And in the flicker of failing lights, you realize:

It was never about safety.

It was never about you.

It was about them. The last piece of control they had left.

And they’ll never let it go.

Not even if it kills you.

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If yall ever hear me say i support ai i mean these mfs

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Was no one gonna tell me that I accidentally posted "Suprise " without realizing it? This is actually so funny to me. I literally just logged back in. Anyways, I guess I'm back just a bit sooner, then again I was supposed to come back a week ago. I'm posting Four Versus One tomorrow morning, so be prepared!

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that post wasnt a borderlands thing! it's dresden dolls lyrics! ^-^

Oh cool!

Dont know anything about Dresden Dolls (will look them up) but it's funny how well those lyrics fit with borderlands! ^.^