#CPS-1

[gamemories]

[spacedace]

Continuation/blurb/snippet from this writing prompt.

It took less than a week to get custody of the Fenton children.

Oswald expected that it wouldn’t take long with his connections, but even that turn around is faster than what he expected. He'd anticipated pulling strings, greasing palms, maybe making some threats, but before he can even think of getting things moving to do so the paperwork is signed and a social worker is calling him to sort out the travel arrangements for the kids.

It's all done local, the judge, CPS, the witnesses and lawyers, each and every one calling the town home. Each and every one pushing the case through at a speed that Oswald didn't think was possible even in the most crooked of situations. He smelled conspiracy, but not - surprisingly - a malicious one.

Amity wasn't the smallest place in the world, but it was small enough. And the Fentons were public figures, though not in the way that Jack and Maddie Fenton obviously thought they were. How long had the people of Amity been watching things go wrong for the kids? How long had they been trying - in their own, limited ability - to help? Long enough to get desperate, seemed to be the answer.

The only resistance Oswald can find as he reviewed all the information he could get ahold of, was from the Mayor - Jazz and Danny's godfather, somehow more crooked than even Gotham's elected officials as far as Oswald could tell - and the Dr's. Fenton themselves.

The Mayor was summarily denied any influence of the case by the judge on the grounds of the long standing and publicly recorded ugliness of Master's relationship with Danny - which was something else Oswald was going to have to figure out. Along with all the…ghost stuff.

Oswald wasn't sure what to make of the ghost stuff.

Honestly he was leaving it for his people to figure out and wrangle into a reasonable explanation to report to him later. It was…something, a big something, and not - as he'd originally suspected upon initial cursory research into the town - a tourist gimmick or an overly high meta population. A later problem, provided he had to co tend with it at all once the children were officially in his custody in Gotham.

The biggest issue had been the kid's parents. Or really, the biggest issue had been the shady government agency backing the kids' parents.

The Fentons were the Ghost Investigation Ward's pet mad scientists. Creating weapons and genocidal plans - against ghosts - and generally tormenting the towns' living inhabitants just as much as the undead ones. The GIW had been protecting Jack and Maddie from any repercussions of their recklessness, and were willing to butt in on an unexpected custody battle in order to keep their maniacal golden geese happily working away.

From what Oswald had heard, a representative of the GIW had shown up to convince the judge to dismiss the case, but the judge had been faster. By the time the men in all white appeared - garish and tacky in their ill fitted, bulky suits - it had been too late of course. The judge had apparently anticipated their impending appearance and had made their ruling and had everything filed tidily late the night before. Courts did not typically stay running til three in the morning, but apparently an exception had been made.

There were a great many things wrong with Amity Park - wrong in a lot of ways they were in Gotham, wrong in ways they weren't - but the people that called the place home seemed to have come to a decision on one thing: the Fenton children were not safe, and unknown or not they were trusting Oswald to get them out of there.

It was strange and a little overwhelming, for an entire population that did not know him to see him as some kind of hope. Some kind of hero.

There were many, many things wrong in Amity Park.

He tried to assure himself when everything was said and done and the kids were packed and on their way that it wasn't his problem. He was officially Jazz and Danny's guardian, in a city half a country away that even with his - nominally- cleaned up act he held a great deal of power over. He was nearly untouchable within Gotham's shadow, and no one from some half-mad town was going to be able to do anything to change that.

He made preparations though, just in case. He hadn’t gotten where he was by being stupid. The Bat could use something to chew on that wasn't one of Oswald's entirely legitimate business ventures anyway. An ethically suspect government agency that was likely to come sticking their noses in Gotham's business sooner than later would do just nicely for that, and might even earn him some kind of grace from Gotham's brooding knight without getting him in hot water with any of the city's criminal element.

All that was left at that point was actually meeting the kids in person.

His kids.

He ignored the strange, bittersweet ache that touched his heart at that. It was, after all, entirely a means of improving his reputation in the city. The kids mean an end. He'd take care of him the same he did all his people, but not any more than that.

It was just business.

If he reminded himself enough, it might even be true one day.

He suspected though, as he laid eyes on them for the first time - shadow eyed and leery, haunted in a way that ghosts couldn't manage and looking not much at all like Oswald outside the fear and the pain he did his best to forget from his own upbringing - that the point of not caring had been passed the minute he'd gotten that first call.

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Apologies if Penguin is out of character, all I know about him is what I vaguely remember from TAS, what I’ve absorbed from fandom and what I tried to put together from a wiki lol.

I did this instead of sleeping last night because I couldn’t get the initial idea out of my head (which slightly defeats the purpose of making it a writing prompt so that I could just read everyone else’s wonderful thoughts and writings on the idea instead of getting side tracked from my other writing projects - again lol - but oh well).

I don’t know if I’ll write anymore, and as with everything else I post this is open for anyone who is interested to run with.

Tag time!

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[rubberbandgirlme]

we should absolutely adopt it as canon (mcu included) that old ass logan uses this old ass god-forsaken website (affectionate. probably)

[leveloneandup]

🤝

[beckiboos]

[sorryiliketoscreenshot]

[queenlua]

The crisis of the last year with student protests has made even the richest institutions aware of how much of their presumed wealth can be yanked away from them by a donor class who are increasingly inclined to exert their influence and authority in openly oligarchic ways. The obsession with safety—and the contradictions of that obsession—is as much about financial management as anything else. But that also is a wider sociocultural formation: the American upper middle-class is generally an asset class now who think about safety in the same way as universities both because all institutions with asset-based wealth have to and because they personally have to safeguard their assets in the same fashion, and face some of the same risks from liability exposure. [. . .] Moving away from the caretaker era can’t just be a matter of exposing students to risk and dismantling systems that make safety the mandatory product of an intrusive regime of surveillance and correction. If the people in charge inside the university and outside of it aren’t equally exposed to the natural consequences of their actions and decisions, all this means is forcefully communicating to students—or perhaps all young people—their relative powerlessness and vulnerability. It means deciding that the lesson you really want to teach is that it’s bad to be powerless and thus you should strive in life for power and wealth in order to be beyond consequences. Arguably, if the caretaker era and the bystander era were both aligned with a wider social ideology that was broadly shared across a generation, then this in fact the new ethos of our time—that there is no safety but in power, and that where power believes people are not being sufficiently punished for the things that power disdains, it will find a way to make consequences where there have been none.

bleak essay that nonetheless collects a lot of idle thoughts i've had in one place & puts them together with more coherence than i've ever managed

[accio-victuuri]

some stats from last night’s iqiyi scream night 🗣️

WYB basically dominated it all. top trending topic statistics of celebrities and 24-hour & 72-hr keyword cloud as well. All he did was zoom through the red carpet, be his usual likable self and pick up an award he rightfully deserves. This is why IQIYI most likely did their best to make sure he attends because he brings in the audience. 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

[dark-elf-writes]

Thinking about Tsuna having normal little boy interests. Thinking about Little Tsuna watching old videos of stunt men and falling in love. Thinking about little Tsuna going further and further back because he wants to see more and he has pretty unlimited internet access. Thinking about little Tsuna finding a stunt man in all stunning purple and declaring him his hero. Thinking about little Tsuna playing pretend and declaring he’s the “Great Skull-sama”.

Thinking about the arcobaleno cursed in the bodies of their preteen selves. Thinking about Skull wandering like he always does, just drifting from one place to the next, untethered and distant with nothing but a motorcycle and Oodaku to call his own.

Thinking about Skull hearing a little voice claim his name through tears and moving before he can think about it.

(It’s not hard, even for him, to recognize the little Sky. It’s not like they did a very good job at hiding him even with his flames locked away.)

Skull steps in and chases the bullies off and Tsuna takes one look at his hair and makeup before shrieking and trying to tackle him in a hug. (He can’t remember the last time someone was excited to see him. Before the pacifier certainly. Before he was pulled from the world he knew, from his territory and told to find his way in a whole new life that didn’t make sense with a body that no one would take seriously. (He hadn’t been much older when he was cursed, just shy of his nineteenth birthday if he remembers correctly, but at least he was considered an adult in most cultures.))

Tsuna drags him home and Skull? He takes one look at Tsuna’s mother’s vacant eyes and the bruises poorly hidden by Tsuna’s jacket from kids just like the ones he had driven away earlier and decides he can stay a while, if only to protect the forgotten spare of a bloodline. A task that only gets more complicated when it becomes apparent that his little Sky wont stay forgotten or a spare forever.

[solarium-witch]

You know, it amazes me how functional Ranma is when you consider how dysfunctional his Family is. Genma is a lying, cheating, conman who would literally sell his own kid to the lowest bidder, just to steal Ranma back later and do it all again. Genma's master Happosai, is a literal nigh immortal hellspawn that sexually harasses women on a daily basis because it's what keeps him tethered to this realm. Ranma's mother Nadoka is objectively worse because while Genma shows he does actually care for Ranma in his weird warped way, Nodoka loves the "idea" of Ranma that's she's crafted in her head of him. Because the first time her child is brought up in conversation it's immediately followed by asking if he is "manly" because and I almost forgot to add this part, when Genma tried to take Ranma on his martial arts journey as a toddler, she only accepted because Genma had signed a su*cide pact (Genma is a con man but also an idiot) that stated that if he couldn't make Ranma a "man amongst men" they would both commit seppuku (ancient ritual su*cide) and sealed it with a finger painting mark Ranma had made on it with her agreeing to lop off their noggins so it wouldn't be dragged out. So now she has spent almost Ranma's whole life carrying around the family sword so that when she sees him again she can judge if he meets her standard of "manliness" because if he doesn't she feels duty bound to force them to carry out the pact, despite the fact that Ranma who looked to be 4-5 years old had no concept of what he was agreeing to. That's not even including all the physical and mental trauma Ranma has gone through along his journey. So the fact that despite all these things he's still managed to be a kindhearted kid whose a bit of a narcissist is quite frankly a miracle.

[kinnbig]

all 20 frames that Perth was in the Cutie Pie 2 You trailer 💪

[cpmhew]

-The Magicians

-The Magician's Land

[awordbroken]

i've been deliberately playing bad teams in Hearts' Game looking for a Counterplay option that i remembered getting during my Pages run that wasn't recorded on the wiki, because it was driving me batty that no one else seemed to know about it. today i finally drew it. 4+ Counterplay when already having the Burden that ALSO requires 4+ Counterplay. then i proceeded to draw it AGAIN.

in conclusion: Hearts' Game player escorted off the premises after playing "WORST ROUND EVER" "honestly embarrassing to watch," says Mr Hearts

[leveloneandup]

T: Which one of you is the best dancer? C: Me.

C: I don’t know why you think that’s funny. That’s just fact. T: Yeah. You’re right, it is.

[kerryeurodynes]

cyberpunk scenery - 44/?

[cdramaaaaa]

KEEP RUNNING S11 ep.9 | BAI LU × ZHANG LINGHE

Why are they so funny? The joy in Linghe's face when he's basically shoving it into Lulu's mouth 😂