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[lordprettyflackotara]

noise || hoody

SMUT. MINORS DNI. 18+. remember when i talked about this hoody fic 509 years ago? yeah here it is. also yeS i am aware masky & hoody belong to marble hornets this is the only time im going to address this💀 we are in 2024 in this fandom WE KNOW. anyways enjoy !! <3

If there was anything you could’ve changed about your life, you had a particular decision in mind.

Being a desperate college student for cash, babysitting and dog walking wasn’t paying the off the debt you were accumulating.

You had scoured Craigslist, confident that there would be an odd job you’d be able to accomplish for quick cash.

Looking back you wish you had known quick cash wouldn’t come easy.

A posting offering $5k a week fell into your lap about a week later. The details seemed easy enough. The ability to clean an older mansion, whilst keeping the identities of the multiple infamous residents that resided there a secret seemed like a piece of cake.

What the posting didn’t list, was that the infamous residents were unhinged killers. Some of which you couldn’t even categorize as human.

It also didn’t list that your position would be residing in the mansion, permanently.

Being a maid in the Slenderman mansion was, in lack of better words: fucking terrifying.

The residents operated at odd hours. No matter what time you cleaned, you always received the displeasure of running into someone.

The longer you stayed, the longer paranoia began to settle in. Ben Drowned, the poster of the Craigslist ad, was a perv. You learned to stray away from electronic devices he could peep his head through. Jeff the killer, one of the most unhinged, had a short temper. He was one of the first ones to opt out of having his room cleaned by you, a decision you silently praised after walking by and seeing how filthy it was.

The next to opt out with a demonic creature named Eyeless Jack, one who specifically requested you stay out of his medical lab. Given all of the blood and goop you had mopped up at this point, a fear of being eaten led you to offering to clean it regardless. EJ knew you wouldn’t be able to handle it, given his ‘hobbies’ were the most gore filled of the mansions residents. It didn’t surprise him when you left the lab green, puking immediately in a bucket he had placed beside the door for you.

The other members whose names you were obligated to memorize, Jane, Clockwork, Jason the something maker, all were rarely home. You learned to steer clear of Jason’s workshop, the dolls he made often speaking to you as if they had souls. The only three other residents who lived in the mansion full time (minus its owner), were what you learned to be proxies. These proxies, two of them at least, seemed to be human just like you.

Ticci Toby’s mortality was still up in the air for you. He once had tripped and fallen after you had mopped the floors, landing on the marble face first. He got up like nothing happened, giggling to himself about ‘how wet you made the floor’. After observing him throw axes in the training room, you decided to steer clear of him.

Masky seemed to be the trio’s leader, his face consistently hidden behind a doll resembling mask. He avoided you like the plague, skipping the formalities and acting as if you didn’t exist. You never asked questions, not knowing how long anyone had truly been here. But Masky in particular seemed a bit older than everyone, when you accidentally stumbled upon him coming home late one night from a mission. His nose was trailing blood, his mask broken in half. You ensured to avoid eye contact, but extended a wet washcloth to him so he could attend to his nose.

After that your dynamic remained the same for the most part. Except when both of you occupied a room together, neither of you made an effort to beeline to the door.

Hoody was the last proxy, the one that made you more at ease than the others. Hoody had spoken a grand total of maybe ten words to you, introducing himself and Masky before dashing out of the back door. The only time you really saw him was when you cleaned his room, the man doing a poor job of pretending to read magazines while you cleaned. Other than that, you only caught glimpses of the proxies when they came home in the late hours of the night from missions.

Most of the time they were soaked in blood. In a couple of odd occasions you had to assist them in carrying one another up to Eyeless Jack’s medical lab. You couldn’t figure out why the proxies were here, two humans not seeming to fit in with the rest of misfits that resided here. You had no idea soon enough you’d be up close and personal.

Late night was when you preferred to clean, most of the killers away from the mansion and out hunting. The existence of the residents here only existed because of their dedication to keep their identities a secret. Night time was the perfect cover, for them and for you. You were leaning over the kitchen sink, scrubbing at a particular stubborn pot when you heard the back door open. You tried very hard not to stare, not wanting to gain unwanted attention.

You glanced up briefly, catching a glance of Toby’s and Masky’s familiar figures as they trudged upstairs. “He cost us that fucking mission, Slender’s gonna be so pissed off,” Masky growled, rounding the corner of the kitchen. Toby trailed behind him, an axe dripping blood slung over his shoulder. “Y-yeah, what w-w-was he thinking?!” Toby exclaimed, his stuttering something you had grown accustomed to. You noted Hoody’s absence, your eyebrows raising as you returned your gaze to the pot.

The sound of doors slamming echoed through out the other wise quiet mansion, the silence fulfilling you with some sort of ease. It didn’t take long for the final proxy to stumble into frame, his hand cupping his face. You weren’t forbidden from interacting with the mansions residents, your urge to help sweeping over you. Hoody was awkwardly stumbling, immediately leaning onto you for support as you helped him stay standing.

“I got it,” He huffed. His usual ski mask was half raised, the bottom half of his face revealed to you for the first time. His chin and upper lip had surprisingly clean cut facial hair, kept to a minimum. You guided him around the counter, helping him sit onto the kitchen counter by the sink. Hastily he shoved his yellow hood off of his head, yanking the ski mask off with it. You were surprised a normal human being stared back at you, a large gash sliced across his cheek.

“Jesus Christ,” You muttered. You grabbed a clean wash cloth, running it under cold water. “Didnt ask for your commentary doll,” Hoody said dryly. You swallowed, wringing out the excess water. You could’ve done what you did with Masky, handing him the washcloth and wishing him a silent farewell. But instead you didn’t. “Sorry,” You mumbled. You craved human contact, any kind of human contact. Brushing off your skirt you stepped in between his legs, leaning forward.

You were careful to avoid eye contact, focusing on dabbing the wound. Hoody silently winched under the feeling, inhaling through his teeth. As gently as you could you dabbed away the blood. “Do you want me to get EJ?” You asked. Hoody’s face was stone cold, from what you could see out of the corner of your eye anyways. “Dont bother, i’m sure he’s sick of patching us up all the time,” He grumbled. The wound didn’t look deep, just very long. Thankfully most of the blood was gone, the rest of his face covered in specs of dry blood (that you presumed to not be his) and dirt.

Turning on the sink you washed out the washcloth, the crimson paint drifting off down the drain with the water. You then returned to Hoody, wiping off his face. You weren’t sure what compelled you to be so compassionate, Hoody’s eyes fluttering shut. He took a deep breath, his shoulders seemingly relaxing. You were gentle of course, not wanting to piss the killer in front of you off. But even Hoody knew your action wasn’t callous.

Once you were done you awkwardly stepped aside, putting the rag in the sink. “You want a cig?” Hoody asked. He dug in his jeans, pulling out a beat up cigarette box. “Is this your way of showing gratitude?” You asked. The man in front of you smiled, extending you the box. “This right here is the only kind of buzz you’re getting around here doll,” He explained, allowing himself to half smile. You had never smoked a cigarette before, nor had you really planned on it. Not like it mattered now.

You put one to your lips like people did in movies, watching Hoody do the same. He pulled out a lighter, flicking it and igniting the end of his cigarette. You leaned forward, watching Hoody attempt to flick the lighter again. The flame refused to ignite, the sight of small sparks making him sigh. “Masky always takes the good lighters,” He muttered. He inhaled his cigarette, blowing the smoke to the right. You found the gesture of attempting to not violate you with smoke a little sweet.

“Well I appreciate the offer. I’ve never smoked a cigarette anyways,” You admit. Hoody shook his head. “That just won’t do then. Put it to your lips and stay still,” He ordered. You did as instructed, watching him lean closer to you. His fingers went under your chin, keeping your head held high. You felt your face beginning to burn, the end of his cigarette lighting yours as you inhaled. You both avoided each others gazes, until the second he began to back away.

For a brief moment you shared eye contact, searching each other’s eyes. For what? You didn’t know. You properly inhaled, coughing immediately. “You guys like this stuff?” You asked in between coughs, continuing to choke. Hoody nonchalantly took another drag of his, watching you struggle. “It’ll grow on you, trust me. I didn’t like it at first either,” He confessed. Once you regained strength in your lungs you properly stood up. Hoody remained seated on the kitchen counter, with you standing beside him.

“How long have you been here?” You asked curiously. You were stepping over a hundred boundaries, ones you could die for if you stepped over the line too far. “A while,” Hoody answered honestly. You took another drag of your cigarette, the taste of tobacco growing on you. “How long are you going to be here?” Hoody countered. You exhaled, glancing back at the proxy. He had exhaled through his nose, boldly making eye contact with you.

“A while.”

You found the courage to turn around, facing him fully. “You aren’t lonely?” You asked. Hoody gave you a smile, tossing the bud of his cigarette into the nearby trashcan. “I am, are you?” He asked curiously. You followed his lead, tossing the bud of the cigarette into the trashcan. If it set the kitchen on fire, it wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen. “Yeah I am,” You admit. Hoody slid off of the counter, his tall height towering over you.

“Do you uh, wanna change that?” He asked. For a killer who had a victims blood splattered across his face moments ago, he seemed so awkward. You wondered how long it had been since he had been with a woman. How long would it be before you could be with a man again? “Please,” You sighed. Hoody kissed you just as rough as you expected, both of you melting into the other. Both of you were undeniably needy, touch depraved and lonely. You were sure this was forbidden for both of you but as his tongue slid into your mouth, you just couldn’t find it within yourself to care.

“Call me Brian but only when it’s us, okay? Thats not who I am anymore but that’s who I want to be with you, okay?” Hoody asked. You nodded, the normal name bringing your comfort. Brian’s hand snaked down your waist, squeezing and kneading at the flesh of your ass. You whimpered into his mouth, the sound only making him harder. There was no telling how much longer you’d be around, the residents of the mansion unhinged enough to snap at any moment.

You couldn’t fully undress here and going upstairs was out of the question. “This has to be quick, we can’t get caught,” You whispered. Brian nodded, slipping his hand up your skirt. He rubbed against your wet cunt, your panties preventing any further stimulation. Brian had zero control over his life but he did right here, right now. You had no control over yours either, the decision to fuck each other to release steam the only free will decision either of you could make. You palmed him through his jeans, his cock practically busting through the fabric.

He guided you to the counter, grabbing the sides of your panties and yanking them down to your ankles. He shoved them into his pocket for what you thought to be safe temporary keeping. But Brian had other ideas.

“Fuck, please, wanna feel you Brian,” You whispered, trying hard to not groan loudly. Brian quickly undid his belt bringing his lips back to yours. It had been so long since he had kissed anyone, your soft lips driving him mad. It wasn’t long before his cock was at your entrance, awkwardly shuffling with his jeans at his ankles. He fell a bit backwards, causing you to laugh. “Fucking hell, sorry-” He began apologizing. You giggled, hopping off of the counter.

You brought him fully to the ground, pushing his back against the oven. “This might work better,” You replied, lowering yourself down onto his cock. Brian’s cock felt like heaven, your mouth falling open. Both of you let out a sigh of relief. You had no way to masturbate, no way to possibly release the stressful tension building inside of you. As you pressed your forehead against Brian’s, you realized that this was what you got. This was your outlet.

Brian’s gloved hands met your waist, helping you roll your hips. You let out a loud groan, one of his hands flying to your mouth. “Shh, you can’t make any noise,” Brian warned, your inability to stay composed only making him more hot and bothered. He took control, guiding your hips to ride him at a pace that worked for both of you. You were as wet as a virgin, your body yearning for more as Brian abused your g spot. Your sinful moans were muffled by his gloved hand, his other attempting to guide you.

He brought himself close to your ear. “If you wanna get off, you’re gonna have to ride me by yourself mkay? Do that and i’ll play with that pretty clit of yours doll,” He huffed, trying to control his own noises. You nodded yes profusely, trying to concentrate on grinding your hips against his. With his spare hand he found your clit, drawing sloppy circles around it. For a brief moment he was worried about his ‘skills’ not having slept with a woman in years. Whether he was good or bad at it, you didn’t appear to give a shit. You were still a panting mess, your hair sticking to your forehead from sweat.

Your walls clenched tighter around Brian as you felt yourself closer to euphoria, your eyes fluttering shut. With your forehead pressed to his you pawed at his hoodie, grabbing handfuls as your orgasm washed over you. Your sinful noises were muted by Brian’s hand, the muffled sounds music to his ears that he had made you feel that good. Your walls fluttering around him triggered his own orgasm, his cum flooding inside of you. He dropped his hand from your mouth, both of you taking a moment to breathe.

In a moment of true loneliness you leaned against Brian’s shoulder, ignoring the faint smell of dried blood and sweat. Unsurely Brian stroked your hair, trying to remember if that was comforting or not. He licked his dry lips, a bold question on the tip of his tongue.

“You wanna share a cigarette again tomorrow?”

[thesilvertheorist]

• unprofessional •

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Fic summary: [set in s4] Five is forced to go into mandatory active therapy in order to ensure that he can perform well at the CIA, he finds himself opposite a young lady (21+ ish) who's taken him on as her first client. Five is resistant at first but soon begins to develop ALL kinds of feelings for this woman.

Warnings/tags: ptsd related traumas, flashbacks, self harm, self loathing, resistance to help, attitude, scandalous age gap (five is mentally 60+, body of a 21 year old), developing feelings, inappropriate relationship, unprofessional relationship, anguish, angst, sexually explicit content, mdni, stalker!five, reader should really contact the authorities in all honesty.

you have been warned

Masterlist

CHAPTER ONE

[3.7k words]

Hargreeves’ new world is certainly one of oddities. It’s almost identical to the world that Five and his siblings grew up in only, in this timeline, this version of his adoptive father owned essentially every active corporation all over the globe. A weird concept, but not one that is necessarily that farfetched. The basic premise of this timeline functioned exactly the same as all the others that Five knew: linear time (seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years, decade after tedious decade), people going about their daily lives (bills and taxes to pay), and – of course, there’s the ever-present need to create family and community. Although, and this is the kicker, he’s been stripped of his powers. Every Hargreeves’ sibling had been.

Five had presumed that the loss of their powers was the price of a new life… that Luther losing Sloane was the price that Allison paid by proxy to get Claire back. Screwed up, but it’s the most logical answer considering they were energetically glued to stars on the floor in a universal mainframe fighting for their lives not too long ago.

As his siblings dispersed upon realising the situation, Five was left alone yet again, wondering what the hell he was going to do with his vacant being and lack of powers. His skills aren’t exactly what you’d look for when employing someone. Not to mention that his appearance doesn’t match his intellect. He was nothing short of absolutely fucked.

This rather strange situation kept Five’s mind awake for days. What exactly had happened? Why were they all here? Is this timeline a result of shutting down the last one? Is there a way to regain their powers? Do people even want their powers back? Did he want them back? Would he be able to realise that this state of helpless humanity may actually be giving him a fresh start? Was he ignoring things? Was this stupidly self-aware diatribe of crap swirling around in his head actually ungrateful screams of a thirteen year old who couldn’t prove to his father that he’d fixed what he’d broken?

It didn’t matter.

Five knew that, realistically, he’d have to start somewhere. The first thing he needed to do was secure himself a steady roof. He had no idea who’d rent to him…considering he had no money and looked like he belonged in some sort of private school for privileged arsehole boys. Oh wait. Pesky self-awareness again.

Five realised that if he couldn’t beat them, he’d have to join them. The second daylight broke the next day, he worked on getting himself a place at the closest university; he looked about that age and any required proof of braincells proved to be child’s play for his overly adapted mind. This gave him an opportunity to have a bed to sleep in whilst also allowing him to keep his brain active – even if his assignments were the equivalent intensity of doing the sudoku in the paper each morning.

Needless to say, he earned his degree quickly. He’d also acquired numerous commendations from differing scholars and academics throughout his studies which earned him an interview at the CIA. Five rationalised that, whilst he wasn’t exactly police material, the CIA was more up his alley…more dignified for a man of his age.

His interview went as well as could have been expected and Five was hired almost immediately. He’d breezed through basic training, explaining to those who were curious that his combat skills were from too many extra-curricular clubs after school and totally not from anything sinister [like being born into a family of super siblings and fighting crime at thirteen only to then be accepted into a temporal commission decades later who put field agents through intense training to prepare them to kill threats to the timeline].

He was just good at what he did and was a quick learner.

Totally.

Five’s first few months with the CIA went as any other months would do. He managed to find himself a shitty apartment and keep up the rent with whatever money he didn’t spend on outrageously expensive suits or artisan coffee. He wasn’t doing badly at all – he was even up for a promotion.

With things going so well, it came as a surprise to Five when his new supervisor insisted that he attend mandatory therapy as part of his new role within the company. He’d been advised that all higher agents have to do this – keeps them from boiling over. Five wasn’t really listening though; it was as if water had filled his ears. The last time he’d heard this bullshit was back at The Commission… only there, they forced agents into therapy to ensure they were boiling over – that their intent to kill was still active inside them.

After trying to reason with his supervisor, Five was told in no uncertain terms that he either attended the therapy or go back to his entry level basic training so he understood what ‘following orders’ meant. Pissed off and undermined, Five only nodded in response. He noted down when his appointment was: 8am Monday, 7th floor, office C.

When Monday came around, Five was more irritated than he thought he’d be. He had no clue what bullshit this, so called, therapist would come out with – and in all honesty, he wished that all therapists would just keep their traps shut. Now that would be therapeutic.

Upon arriving to work that day, Five decided that coffee was the best solution. He’d be able to respond quicker with his brain activated, and he’d be able to leave that office sooner. Perfect plan. Whilst waiting in line at the downstairs café to order his take away cup of gravelly black coffee, he couldn’t help but notice the woman in front of him.

She was young – she’d have to be a university graduate. She was well dressed in smart office kitten heels, sheer tights, a sophisticated pencil skirt, and a fitted blouse. Her hair was pinned in a claw-clip bun but she must have been in a hurry this morning because pieces had fallen out and were giving her that chic yet windswept look that only a few people could truly pull off.

As she ordered her coffee – a ‘mocha with a little bite to it’, Five noticed that the woman wasn’t carrying anything (other than the precise amount of cash to pay with) – nor did she have a blazer or jacket with her. Who the hell comes to the offices prior to 8am and sets up before getting their coffee? This woman was weird. Her chirpy voice and polite manners weren’t going to fool him.

Why the fuck did he even care?

He didn’t know this woman, nor did she know him. What she looked like, sounded like, or acted like was none of his business. He’d got a stupid therapist to see. This young woman was just another number in a pitiful equation that he no longer had the energy to solve. He tried to ignore her as she waited aside for her coffee to be made, pretending not to catch glimpses of her as she looked up at the hot food menu of the café to pass time whilst he ordered his own cup of drip black coffee.

Both drinks were prepared at precisely the same time. The young woman smiled at the barista as she collected the warm cup, turning on her heels to head towards the lifts. Without thinking much about it at all, Five followed her over after collecting his own coffee – trailing behind her as if he were some sort of lost puppy (or ravenous hound dog) as she crossed the foyer, offering her a curt smile when she summoned the lift.

Silence.

The woman was looking at her watch when the lift arrived. The ding of the bell alerting her to the fact that it was here. Five gestured for her to enter first – after all, he’s kinda got a weird thing about lifts now since the whole universe reset bullshit. He won’t enter one that doesn’t have another person in it…must be a newfound claustrophobia symptom. Perhaps it might be worth seeing a therapist. The woman entered and stood aside to let Five in also, shattering the silence with two ground-breaking, reality-altering, mind-bending words:

“Which floor?”

Five was deafened.

He was sure that his brain had malfunctioned. He hadn’t actually been deafened but he needed her to stop talking and yet never stop speaking all at once. Her voice was like velvet…Five hated the feeling velvet – but loved the way it warmed his skin. He needed to respond quickly before she thought he was weird; her smile would fade and he’d be deemed the office creep for following  a young woman from the café into the lift and then seemingly drooling over the only two words she deigned to utter to him throughout the last ten minutes.

“Oh, er- seven, thanks” he managed to force out.

“Cool, me too” the young woman smiled out in response to him.

This meant that Five had to endure seven floors of close proximity to this woman – standing so close to her that he feel he may actually happily suffocate from her perfume, pretending all the more that the sound of her honey-like chirps hadn’t done something to him.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

One.

She held her coffee in her left hand – no ring, red nails.

Two.

She wore a silver watch on that same hand – written in roman numerals the time was 7:50am

Three.

She had cuffed her blouse sleeves – ¾ length, likely to see her watch.

Four.

Her skirt had a hidden seam – she’d had it altered to fit better.

Five.

Her hair was falling out of the clip – he wanted to be the one to fix it.

Six.

She wore necklaces – silver and layered to match her watch.

Seven.

She was intoxicating.

The lift bell dinged again, signalling to each of them that they had reached the seventh floor. Five felt the air return to his lungs as the young woman stepped out of the enclosed space and walk a few paces ahead, only to have it ripped from him yet again when he realised they were heading in the same direction…

down the same hallway…

to the same office…

office C.

Shit.

Five was all but paralysed, stood eight feet from her office door as she opened it and stepped inside, leaving it open for her next psychological plaything to enter. She hadn’t noticed that he was her client yet. Surely she hadn’t. She wouldn’t have had the time to; hundreds of people worked in this building.

She proceeded to sit in one of the chairs that surrounded the dark, wooden coffee table within the small box-office - crossing her legs as she rested her notebook and pen in her lap. Reading. Learning. Waiting.

Five was left wondering if his brain had actually malfunctioned in that lift; he couldn’t seem to move his feet in either direction. If he backed away now, he wouldn’t be allowed the promotion and would be forced back into basic training. On the other hand, if he walked in that office, he was in the trap of a much younger (much too innocent looking) young woman who had no idea what she was dealing with. It was all well and good for her to prepare the snare, but what if she began to realise she’d caught a wolf as opposed to a rabbit?

Perhaps he could pretend to be a rabbit.

Perhaps…he wanted to be a rabbit.

He walked up to the threshold of the door, knuckles tapping the doorframe, breaking her from her surely feigned concentration. Five didn’t expect the reaction he had to seeing her face for the first time, seeing how her eyes met his, feeling locked in under her gaze. Feeling himself want to spill his secrets to her. He was about to be examined and read to filth and he knew it.

What remained to be seen was whether or not he liked it.

The young woman waited for him to speak, angling herself so that she was ever so casually inviting. She didn’t press him to say anything or even break the eye contact…she just waited. Five was well aware that this was the first trick in any newly-trained therapist’s handbook, but he swallowed thickly and knowingly fell for it anyway.

That promotion had to be worth it.

“I’ve got an eight am appointment in this office.” he managed to chortle out, clearing his throat as not to sound like he chain-smoked two packs of cigarettes on the commute alone.

“You’re early, Mr Hargreeves,”

Her words rang in his ears as she spoke. How did she know his name? Oh, right, therapist – list of appointments, names, times, job roles… fucking idiot.

Five couldn’t move a single inch forwards…or backwards…or anywhere for that matter. He was well and truly pinned down by this woman, and she’d said a total of six words to him so far. He didn’t feel at liberty to move closer to her or invade her office until she specified that he could. Maybe this was his old chivalry training kicking in that Reggie had forced him and his siblings through back in the day. Surely he was just being courteous and kind in the presence of a lady.

Oh, how he wanted to be anything but kind to in the presence of this lady.

“Well, take a seat.”

Five’s feet moved before he even realised they were moving. He didn’t rush over, but he didn’t waste any time either, shutting the door promptly behind him. He sat in the chair across from the young woman, positioning his coffee cup on the small table between them – mirroring her.

He noticed how she watched him closely but also rather nonchalantly, never for one second allowing him the grace of considering that this may be just as nerve wracking and heart attack inducing for her. She remained collected at all times; Five Hargreeves would not be beaten by a woman a third of his age.

“So, Mr Hargreeves, why is it that you’re here?” she questioned, opening a fresh page in her notebook, scribbling a singular word at the top of the page.

What the hell kind of bullshit question is that?

“Well, as much as I love the company of over-confident psychoanalysts, I’m sure you’re aware I’m here on a mandatory basis.” He managed to bite back in response, feeling as though he gained ground back with his viper-like tongue.

“Straight to the point I see. Well, let’s not waste any of your precious time, Mr Hargreeves.” She smiled back in response. Smiled – like some crazy, lunatic bitch.

“Please, Mr Hargreeves is my father” Five spoke out, discomfort increasing every time she chose to address him that way.

Perfect idea, Five - throw your daddy issues into the mix right off the bat - advertise the crazy.

She scribbled a little more, three words this time.

“Five it is.”

Five felt shivers travel down his spine. Her actually using his name felt a million times more invasive and a trillion times less appropriate…and he’d removed that first professional barrier himself. He’d been in her presence for less than twenty minutes and already wanted to kill himself as a sacrifice to whatever deity was torturing him with her.

The next few questions she had were rather basic, ‘tell me more about yourself so I can profile you’ questions. This told Five all he needed to know. She was new to this…she didn’t really have a clue what she was in for, and she was likely handed him as an easy case – but, damn, did she play a good game of poker.

Answering her questions, he noticed how she picked up her coffee and removed the lid from the to go cup. Wondering why, he missed her next question. Why would she have removed that? It keeps the coffee warm. It didn’t make much sense at all. Was she purposefully trying to throw him? How did she know that would throw him?

It took Five until after intently watching her sip her ‘mocha with a lil bite to it’ to realise that she was wearing lipstick…and she would have left messy lip prints all over that lid if she hadn’t removed it.

He wanted to see that lip print.

He wanted to wear that lip print.

He was losing his mind.

She must have noticed that he missed her question as she repeated it to him, making him look like an idiot in the process. He answered as best he could – ignoring the blood rushing from his brain to somewhere else entirely.

This was fucking him off – her hold on him. She didn’t even know him. How the hell had he let such a pathetic woman claim this much control over him? He didn’t know much other than: this situation is forced, unnecessary, and ridiculous. As well as: he’s much smarter than her and she needs to know that.

Five’s answers began to get shorter, snappier, and ruder as the appointment went on. He drank his coffee and steeled his mind over, not allowing this girl to contain him any longer. He ignored his body’s signals and focused only on getting out of this office. All he had to do was prove that he wasn’t some weird psychopath or stupid enough to fall into a mental spiral…therefore, all he had to do was pretend that he wasn’t pumped full of criminal DNA to ensure he did spiral.

He tried to project his anger into his words, feeling as if he could replace the barriers he’d begun to dismantle with a harsh, reliable distain for the people around him. It worked for everyone else, and it would work on this woman.

Only, it didn’t.

She dropped the corporate questioning the second she noticed the change in him, opting for a deeper – more infuriating approach. She tore strips into him as she politely asked him to watch his language in her office space. She pulled him up on every wall-building tactic he had…and he apologised for them. Not with his words; she hadn’t earned that – with his eyes.

He actually felt bad for trying to build walls between the two of them, and he’d known her a total of fifty minutes. She was right to pull him up on his behaviour. She didn’t back down from him once; completely reinforcing the fact that this was her office, and her appointment. He was a visitor. How fucking dare he?

Astounded by himself, Five had nothing more to say to this woman. He was absolutely, well and truly, entirely done for. He only hoped that he’d passed her initial inspection of his mind as not to be pulled by the sacred force of her gravity back into the four walls of this office where he couldn’t control his behaviour around her…but he didn’t.

The young woman set up a weekly appointment for him. Same time, same place; she didn’t feel as though he was ready to progress without support. So, as she signed his papers for him to enter his promotional role, she issued her warning:

“Don’t underestimate the will of others, Five.”

With that, she had him shaking her hand, and stepping out of her office – taking his empty coffee cup with him.

What, the fuck, had she done to him?

As he walked back down the corridor and summoned the lift to go to the 10th floor to see his supervisor, Five was left clutching at his empty coffee cup for dear life. Feeling like a doe that had a near miss with a haul truck. That young woman had just turned him inside out, deemed him insufficient, and asked him to leave…and he was pissed. she'd given him absolutely nothing, and yet allowed him the opportunity to experience everything.

He hated this woman. She was entitled, bossy, and thought she knew everything. She was young and overly caring about her appearance. She clearly had no idea what he was or who he was – nor did she seem to care. She had absolutely no fear. She was ignorant and arrogant. She didn’t have what it takes to do this job. She was infuriating. Her hold on him was a sham and obviously sexually fuelled. Clearly, she hadn’t been in the therapy business for long because otherwise, Five wouldn’t know this stuff about her.

Yet, there was a stirring in his stomach, something primal.

He couldn’t wait for her to do this to him again.

Once he’d handed in his papers, and handed over his old job role, Five was dismissed for the day. He headed straight home, feeling as though the subway couldn’t take him quick enough. His body was tense and his temper was short. Dropping his keys upon trying to get into his apartment was the perfect sum up to his day.

Finally letting himself in, not bothering to switch on the lights or get himself any food, he stripped off and headed immediately for the shower. He set the temperature to a skin-peeling high and stepped inside, letting the steam transport him back to her office.

He took his left hand, the one that she shook earlier today, and roughly took his hard length in hand. He’d been hard on and off since this morning. Any time she crossed his mind, Five was battling with his own blood flow.

He cursed out as he roughly brought himself to a pained climax – believing that the pain would train him into hating this woman…but all he could hear was her honey-toned voice in his ear telling him to let her handle him as if she were stood behind him taking him in hand herself. He could feel her whispy fly-aways tickle his neck as her breasts pushed into his back. That’s when he felt her lips graze his shoulder, leaving those sultry lip prints that he’d dreamt about since realising she wore lipstick.

His cum was hot in his hand and coated the shower wall.

Fuck.

He was a mess for this woman…a storm of feelings, a shitshow of poor behaviour, and a sexual wreck for anything she could give him.

Next week couldn’t come quick enough; and neither could he.

link to: Chapter Two

✦ okay so i'm sorry this took so long for such a short chapter - i got ill :(( hope you enjoy it anyway, more coming soon. this is my first real tumblr fic so pls be kind ✦

✦ the truly diabolical content is to come, let Five have a minute of rest before being mindfucked again :)) ✦

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[firewall000]

About the whole tiredsn0w situation…

I have recently been made aware of this whole situation in which tiredsn0ws essentially getting harassed. As a close friends of hers, I feel obligated to say something, however  I won't reveal my identity for my own sanity.

Most of the matter I will be commenting on stems from @sneakysnekbetch ‘s blog.

CW for mentions/discussions of bullying, fetishisation, sexualisation, racism, pedophilia etc.

I didn’t scroll as far on the blog, so the screenshot order will be what is newest.

First of all, sn0w has acknowledged that the drawing may come off as sexual but is not drawn to be. I can see how it’s uncomfortable but at the end of the day, the artist didn’t intend for it to be weird. You can find it weird, but wouldn’t you say the person who made the work knows more about it than you? Rhetorical. 

Second of all, to address the third and fourth image added in the first screenshot: it is so incredibly important to note that SCP-049 has BPD in this canon. He is heavily inspired by someone with BPD who Snow knows herself. The fixation/dependency/obsession that comes with having an FP is not weird just because it is platonic or familial-adjacent. Same for the last image. One of the tags was quite literally, ‘don’t tag as ship’, meaning it isn’t romantic:

Saying you ‘need someone’ is not an inherently sexual thing.

(Referring to third image, as its been cut off)

The problem with all your claims is that you leave out a shit ton of context and exaggerate what you do present.

What is depicted in the screenshot is not a tantrum, but a personal opinion that was phrased in a rather long way. Someone being non-sharing or not wanting to interact with ships is perfectly fine. I myself block SCP-049 x OC/SCP-035 shippers because it makes me uncomfortable. Likewise, this is just someone stating a boundary. Oh no! This person doesn’t like to see ships! Because of personal discomfort! 

Not to mention that Sn0ws discomfort with SCP-049 x SCP-035 stems from the fact it creates personal distress with her and, in canon, is considered abusive (See: That’s not love, Isabel.)

This isn’t bullying. Unless you provide contextually relevant details, it won’t be bullying.

Obviously, even if it isn’t bullying, it is still perfectly valid to feel upset from getting comments that aren’t 100% supportive of something you create. I’ve been there myself, but to call it bullying is wrong.  

Instead, that entire response just seems constructive.

Again, this doesn’t seem butthurt, rather just clarifying? You just love to blow things out of proportion, Snek.

Also, it is SO ironic how you talk about ‘’Multiple canons’, yet you’re the person who complains about SCP-049 acting a certain way in one canon?

We also see SCP-049 being extremely paranoid and obsessive with his ideals in the article. you  know what else? We also only see a bit of his character in the article. There are many ways to flesh out SCP-049s character and lore. Not everything has to be article-accurate. Especially because the entire deal with the SCP: Foundation is that there is no true canon. Go figure.

Overall, I agree with anon.

I agree that the first and latter image are odd, but those are incredibly old and also have been deleted for a good reason. The BBC one… yeah, extremely uncomfortable and weird. Again, deleted for a good fucking reason. Do I think an apology would have done better? Yeah. But still, deleted for good reason.

The second drawing, however… is just not sexual at all? Seriously, so many of your arguments boil down to, “I THINK IT IS SEXUAL EVEN THOUGH IT ISN’T!” and it is so embarrassing. So much of SCP-6118s character revolves around mental illness (that the author also has), so why are you so upset that mental illness is depicted realistically and, by proxy, uncomfortably? Get over it.

I will reiterate my point— the artist knows their own work better than yourself. But you don’t seem to understand that concept, as shown here:

(full art for context)

Again, that art is not sexual at all. It is someone in restraints. A soldier, no less. Restraints are so commonly used in non-sexual ways in literally so much media. You’d know if you stepped outside of spaces that portray such things as sexual.. Same with objectification. It is almost like soldiers are seen as living weapons rather than humans. You know, almost like they are being objectified. 

It is almost like Sn0ws writing is literal psychological horror and focuses on the consequences of abuse, mental illness and the like. 

Seriously, this one in particular is a you problem. It is no one’s fault but your own if the first thing you think of is sexual stuff. Actually embarrassing. 

You can so absolutely find a song choice weird, but again, Sn0w said she explained her intent with the drawing SEVERAL times. Not to mention that it is so incredibly common to interpret songs that are romantic or sexual in a completely different/platonic way. Trying to explain to someone what THEY meant when THEY made THEIR work is so cringe. 

For context, this is the drawing:

Stressing on the phrasing of ‘lyric(s)’. A lyric. Some lines. Not the entire song.

’Most of the work form her friends is just smut’, yeah, here is tiredsn0ws opinion on said work:

It is almost like a ton changes in a whole year and that there is a reason Sn0w distances herself from her old work and chose to rewrite it. Not to mention that sn0w has said the opposite about infantilisation of SCP-6118: 

She has expressed cringe and discomfort for most of her old works.

Key word: teenage. One makes and does things that are incredibly weird and uncomfortable and regrets them later on during teenhood. Sn0w has drastically changed since her old works. Here is a full overview of her thoughts regarding her old works:

Also, pointer: SCP-6118 is asexual and aromantic, not gay. Tiredsn0ws version of SCP-049 is asexual and aromantic. Tiredsn0w herself is asexual and aromantic. Aromanticism is very present in her new work. To add onto my point about SCP-6118 being SCP-049s FP (taken from rev. 10 from the scp sandbox) and their relationship being not-romantic:

Actually, none of her characters dynamics are written to be romantic:

I just had to save this one for last. Do you know how absolutely fucked up it is to compare someone to a literal fucking pedophile? A groomer? Snek, you literally forced Sn0w to reveal extremely personal and traumatic details just for her to prove she isn’t, but you don’t care about that and instead keep persisting, and for what? I will not share screenshots out of respect for sn0w, but you know very well. You should be ashamed of yourself.

In conclusion, most of this boils down to people not understanding aromanticism and personality disorders in writing and making up their own interpretations of what someone meant with their work while also invading their privacy.  There is a severe lack in understanding of actual story and thought process. Her work is not intended for a general audience and instead for  people with mental illness and those willing to sympathize with the grimmer aspects of it.  

And also, to Snek:  your arguments are not constructive, they are contextually spotty and so chronically online it makes my head hurt. Your weird usage of condescending titles (i.e. babygirl, bro, etc) aren’t cool or a good ‘got-cha’, it is incredibly uncomfortable and cringe to see. Do some internal insight on why you perceive so many things as fetishistic or sexual, because at this point, it is literally just a you problem.  Do better.

Also, a note about something tiredsn0w (and I, minimally) have noticed:

Micro aggressions are not okay, Snek. And neither are ignorance and performative actions. 

And lastly— leave tiredsn0w alone. I block people who I think are weird also. The block button is right there, it’s free and it is available for a reason. If I can do it, so can you. 

As per my personal opinion, I think that if someone has expressed distaste for their old work and wishes to disconnect themselves from it, then that is okay and should not be held over their head. The artist knows their work better than others. Even when intent is explained, it goes in on one ear and out on the other. 

[lefluoritesys]

A breakdown of apps you can use to communicate with your alters as separate people and write down information about them online and offline with their pros, cons, and a personal rating because I really needed it when I was new to being a system:

Note: by "PC" I mean any computer/macbook/etc. By "all devices" I mean PC, mobile, tablet, iPad, etc.

I apologize for mistakes in advance.

1. Antar: An app created to chat with your "inner self," found in both Play Store and AppStore. One of the more popular ones among systems. It is an app where you get to create personas that would be chatting with each other in chats called "sessions." Those sessions can either be given a name or just left named after the date they were created on. Each persona is given a color that would become the color of their messages in sessions. Offline app.

Pros: Fiarly easy to use, no in-depth information needed to access it fully. Biometric lock; 4 languages (English, Chinese, Hindi, Spanish) for the system, however any language can be used via text; no limit to the amount of personas added (as far as I'm aware). Messages sent by the wrong persona can be changed; the "quote" feature allows you to start a thread under a message; provides descriptions of each persona. You can also give your personas an avatar rather than just a color. Has a "replay" and "visualization" feature, though I'd say it's strictly just for funzies.

Cons: Not available on PC; has no backup, phone-related resets or deletion of the app results in all information lost. Session order constantly changes depending on which senssion you entered, which in my opinion (+OCD) is a nuisance; you can't delete the "me" character which I've been wanting to do for a while. Can't add hexcodes.

Personal rating: 6/10. If you need an app that you can lock from unwanted visitors, if you don't mind and even prefer something simple, and if you don't care that the conversations might disappear, this app is a good choice.

2. Discord's PluralKit: A more avdanced discord bot with tons of settings and commands that was created specifically for systems. Allows you to add almost any information about your system memebers, even such things as birthdays. The way it works is, it "proxies" your messages with a certain command somewhere in the "normal" message, sends a message identical to yours from a bot created with the name you chose, and deletes your original message. Basically replaces a message from your account with a message from a bot you created earlier. Proxies are small commands that give the both a green light to do that, and they can be whatever you want them to be. Online bot.

Pros: Feels like different people are talking; allows you to track your switches; available on all devices; one system can be linked to multiple accounts, although you can't create multiple systems under one account; allows you to group alters together; allows you to restrict access to certain information from all users; allows you to add as many alters as you want; has a number of ways you can access the information you put in which would all be sorted and organized for you; autoproxy allows you to not proxy every message you sent; since you can't delete messages of other people on servers that are not yours, and the bot messages are not, in fact, yours, PluralKit allows you to react to the message with an emoji that deletes the proxied message; while you can't use it in DMs, you can set up commands in DMs with the bot; every memeber has a unique code, and so does the system itself, and it records when the member was created; can be exported to SimplyPlural.

Cons: Commands are difficult and complex, and so is the dashboard; can only be used on servers; sometimes offline as all bots are, though rarely; you can't use it anywhere outside discord (a con for those who don't use discord); I had instances where I saw people use it for roleplay which is also allowed; proxies are a pain; you'd need a guide to tell you why certain things are needed in it; you cannot reply to messages with gifs when using a proxy; when being exported to SimplyPlural it exports everything, so if you had 10 members on SimplyPlural and 15 on PluralKit, it's best to add those 5 manually than delete 10 new exported alters (I did it with 100+ alters by accident and it was a pain).

Personal rating: 9/10. Complex, difficult to figure out, but once you get ahold of it and how it works, you'd be amazed. Also a pain that you can't use it in DMs, but it's to be expected from a bot. And you can always create a server with just you.

3. Discord's Tupperbox: A discord bot created mainly for roleplay, but actively used by systems who cannot get along with PluralKit. A simpler bot, easy to use and figure out, most things can be done via dashboard, doesn't have the opportunity to add a lot of inofrmation. Online bot.

Pros: Simple; allows grouping alters; allows different tags for different members and groups, sometimes individually; way simpler commands, and most things can be added via dashboard; looks and works almost the same as PluralKit when in a conversation; available on all devices.

Cons: Can't add avatars via dashboard, only using the commands; can't add two alters with the same name (which you can do with PluralKit); people reported it glitching out and deleting members; mainly used for roleplay; gives a weird list of members via commands that is unusable in my experience; doesn't work out of discord.

Personal rating: 7/10. Perfect for people who just want to talk and not write down information about them with the bot, but the threat of members being deleted, especially as a larger system, is concerning. We mainly use it for OSDD-1a subsystems. It was also not created for systems, as far as I'm aware. I see more cons than pros.

4. Simply Plural: Another more well-known tool used and created for systems. Simply Plural is an app that allows you to create profiles of your members and add any information you'd like about them via custom fields. It has a chat feature, allows you to track your front and switch history, add friends, and many more. Supports endogenic systems (which is being mentioned not for discorse purposes but as a fact. Whether you find it good or not is up to you) and allows singlets to create profiles as well, although I don't know a lot about that part. Both offline and online app.

Pros (and a bit about the app): Backup included; tracks your switches and front, allows you to change exact time for them, too (24-hour clock down to minutes included); the polls feature works like polls on same Tumblr and everywhere else but specifically for your system memebrs; analytics provide information about who fronts the most, during what time of day they usually front; you and your friends can see each other's profiles, which is why singlets can also create profiles, which allows you to acces info about each other's systems; "trusted people" feature allows you to pick whether you want everybody to see your alters or not, or if you want outsiders to see your profile at all; provides resources and guides to plurality (which I personally haven't checked, but still putting it in the pros, if somebody thinks I shouldn't, let me know); has an app reminders feature; you can add as much information as you want; front history shows up in a person's profile; alters can add notes; alter groups are available; available on all devices, however, only as a website on PC; colors of your alters can be used in the chat to highlight names; hexcodes are available; "custom front" is a status you set with fronting which can be hilarious sometimes; connects to PluralKit in a number of ways.

Cons: The chat feature is a bit difficult to use, and first time I did, I freaked out because I couldn't get out of it (the trick is to go to "channels" and press "navigation", there you'll see the dashboard); friends can't communicate with each other; copy-pasting is hard on both mobile and PC; something about the interface and navigation irks me and our visually impaired self; notes have same visibility as the profile itself, which is inconvenient if you want your profile to be seen but not your notes; avatars can't be added via website.

Personal rating: 6/10. I don't like how it looks and works (probably due to being visually impaired and other issues), but if you manage to get the information in it, it's pretty accessible and thoughtful of what systems might need. Could be used as a tool to start working with your system rather than do it long-term.

5. Twinote: An app that is your "personal Twitter." Pretty sure it was created for the purpose of having fun rather communicating with alters. Offline app.

Pros: Backup provided; allows "private accounts" that other "users" can't see; can create as many users as you want, as many posts as you want; can upload up to 4 images; works almost like Twitter; has a chat feature; comments, retweets, likes are present; "lists" feature allows you to group users and see only their messages which could be used for "things only protectors sent" and such; storage shows all pictures used in the app, so you won't lose anything; tagging and following people is still an option, and following private accounts give that user an opportunity to be the only one seeing their tweets.

Cons: Can't upload videos; can't do much with anything other than posts and profiles, so trends and other stuff there is off-limits (as far as I know); you have to constantly switch between profiles for the chat feature; share button only shares the contents of the message; very easy to accidentally press the wrong button and delete a tweet by dragging it left (which I almost did a few times).

Personal rating: 7,5/10. I know it's probably annoying that I didn't just type either 7 or 8, but the reaosn why is cause I have mixed feelings about it from a practical point of view. We use it strictly to communicate what we did during the day as a small journal and just joke with each other, and it's incredibly funny in itself, but it doesn't allow you to write down a lot of information about your alters and has a character limit in profiles. So it's strictly for communication.

6. Notion: An app created as a dashboard for literally everything you could ever dream of. You can personalize it however you want and use it for whatever you want. Those who saw the post we made a while ago probably know the reason I'm mentioning it is due to a template that I linked here. Online app.

Pros: Can be used for literally everything without limits; available on all devices; big and has enough storage for a lot of information, text, projects, etc; can be designed however you want; a lot of useful templates for all life instances (even taxes); can be shared with people who also use Notion in a variety of ways (either only comment, only see, etc); can add your own custom covers and icons via both gallery and links; looks neat and doesn't mess with visual impairment for us; can add a page in a page in a page which can be used for diaries; links to different pages on other pages are also available; endless possibilities, I could rant all day.

Cons: Glitches on the phone a lot; certain things are allowed on computer and not on mobile and vice versa; all templates available only on PC; you need to have an account in order to use it; glitches if it's offline; sometimes deletes a bunch of text because of glitches, usually the triggers for it are writing a lot in it directly or erasing previous text a bunch of times; can't invite someone in your space, it would take too much storage; some storage needs to be bought, although, I don't know the limit (but there's a lot. Like, a lot)

Personal rating: 9/10. With all its antics, I love this app dearly, it's incredibly useful, and you learn to deal with the cons. It's the best one I've used for communication and information storage so far.

7. Texting Stories app: As ridiculous as it sounds, it could be used as a tool to communicate with your alters, especially in secret. We are fighting for our safety here, so I ask you to take this suggestion seriously. Could be used when you don't want to let anyone know you're a system and have noisy family members/relatives/etc who like to snoop through you personal devices, by using it, you can say you've just been doing a story. Offline app.

Pros: I believe you can add as many people as you want; can add avatars; different stories can be different days of the week; easy to use; easy to brush off as "just making stories."

Cons: Can't change colors, you need to pay for most things.

Personal rating: 5/10. Can be used for emergencies and communication only, although we haven't used it much.

8. Notes: Just the same plain old notes app on your phone that everybody has installed as default. Offline app.

Pros: Easy to use; can be easily lost within your other notes for privacy; used for literally everything you desire, even drawing; automatic backup.

Cons: Doesn't give you the ability to really present as separate people; doesn't have as many options as Notion.

Personal rating: 5/10. used it at some point just for communication, was cool, somple, easy, but nothing too big.

I hope this helped to put these apps in perspective. I do apologize for it being a bit all over the place, but I did attempt to make it coherent enough (I am currently in a psychotic state, it's difficult for me to communicate). And remember, there are always options to use a written journal rather than a digital one. If anything, it's better to keep both in case one gets lost. Who knows, maybe our parents asking us what we would do if the internet disappeared is actually a warning. /j /nm

-host

[love-letters-for-wise]

I Want Movie, Not Feelings! (Wise x gn!reader)

[ no beta we die like Ethereals | OOC possibility ]

It was no secret that the Random Play siblings were quite the hustle-bustle. Apart from managing the video store, to a few, they also take "special" commissions to guide people at the Hollows. Not only that, being proxies, they had to keep their true identities a secret from parties seeking to unveil them. Though some, a select few people, were aware of the siblings' double lives.

One of the few people was you. Circumstances led you to discover the people behind Phaethon, and since today, you had been bound by a contract that wouldn't let you sell them out. No matter how high the price offered by desiring shadows.

Hence why, you did the second thing you could do best; befriending them! If you couldn't make them your enemies, then you would try to gain their favorability--maybe you could extract a favor or two from them.

That afternoon, you stopped by Random Play, wanting to browse what movie to play later in your homely, well-deserved movie night. The flyer of the memory-erasing pen you got from the technology store a few blocks away shoved down your purse. A silly machine, too expensive for you to want it. The sound of your arrival alerted the person in charge, prompting a "Welcome to Random Play" from behind a rack. A head popped from the side.

"Oh, it's you." Wise's voice sounded a bit guarded no matter how many times you had gone here, but he was quick to put up the professionalism. "Any movie you're looking for today?"

You hoped you could show a bewilderment, but his cynical--you meant--caution did deserve praise sometimes. Your eyes wandered around before settling on his form. "Yeah, I'm looking for something to eat my dinner with. Got any nasty murder documentaries with you?"

Wise was for sure weirded. You caught how his eyebrows slightly furrowed, it didn't help too that his eyebags seemed to enhance that emotion, before guiding you to a rack.

"We have..." Wise's fingers hovered in the air before settling on a video cover. "Don't Fuck with Bangboos," and those fingers began to slide as he listed all the titles on that one row. Just four movies there.

"Huh. And here I thought there would be more variety." Your eyes settled on Wise, the accusation clear knowing how much Wise loved documentaries. You were responded with a sigh.

"Unfortunately, documentaries-lovers, me included, would rather see things they can be grateful of--we have enough 'loss' already."

"Doesn't mean you can't have more of the darker documentaries."

"Never said that; I'm just saying there isn't enough demand for them." His eyebrows furrowed once more. He looked old.

"You really gotta stop trying to merge your eyebrows" Now it was your turn to furrow your eyebrows. Your face quickly relaxed while throwing him a grin, though. "Lest you want wrinkles at your age."

Wise's eyebrows slowly relaxed, staring at you with a passive look.

"There. Much better!" You huffed a wider grin. "Now, with what should you service your customer?"

Reluctantly, a smile formed on Wise's face. Shit, he looks cute. You mentally punched yourself for that.

"O-okay! Good!" Did you just stutter? "I'll be taking 'Don't Fuck with Bangboos', then! S-shall we go to the cashier?" A high-pitched voice.

Okay, NOW you're starting to change your mind on that memory-erasing pen.

Calm down, you! If you keep doing that, you're basically foiling your own plan.

You didn't hear exactly what Wise said. You just heard a plural amount of something, fished your purse and put some dennies on the counter, and took the movie. You did it! You did them all while remaining calm and not looking rushed or anything!

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Wise looked at the counter where you put your dennies on. After counting them, he found that you also put a little piece of paper along. He picked it up, finding the word "Wipe anyone's memory! Rebrand yourself anew!" at the top.

[crazylittlejester]

Thank you for the Warriors info 🙏 I will gladly listen to anything you wish to share, whether hc or not bc I literally know nothing about him I just know I love him lol

You have just unleashed a beast and a yapper, my apologies this might be a Lot (also my bad for spelling mistakes im dyslexic)

so this is Warriors to ME:

- I hc he came from a small village and that his native language isn’t Hyrulian Common (english), but instead portuguese. Proxi speaks for him in his game, and I hc the reason she does this is because War wasn’t really able to speak for himself since he was still learning the language and trying to get the Castletown (british) accent down so he could blend in better. A lot of pressure was put on him when he was marked hero (canon) and a war broke out because a sorceress fell in love with him (canon), so it makes sense to me that he’d do his best to blend in and fit the image of the perfect hero as best as he could

- I hc he has naturally dark brown curly hair that he dyes blond and freckles and a couple scars on his face that he covers to help keep that perfect image of the hero. There’s so much pressure on him to be beautiful since a war was started over someone being in love with him (which I think has a lot of parallels to Helen of Troy), so he feels the need to look like the ‘old heroes’. In his game the heroes who show up as statues are Young OOT Link and Skyward Sword Link (plus Wolf Link, but he is a wolf), and since Time is further down on the timeline than Sky I hc War’s era probably looks to HIM as like. A great magnificent hero, so War feels pressure to look like Time

- I know Jojo said it’s not canon in LU, but I hc Mask (Time) and Tune (Wind) WERE present in the war, with Mask being 10-12 and Tune being 17 (so Wind went through LU first and THEN the war). I hc the war lasted 3 years, and Warriors was 17-20 during it, making him roughly 27/28 now in present tense LU. Taking care of Mask and Tune were like the only things keeping him sane, because he HAD to take care of two kids younger than him and taking care of THEM forced him to take care of himself

- I hc he has a lot of issues with his identity because he’s “valued” only as someone he ISNT because he created this fake version of himself to survive. He had to become what was expected of him because so many people disliked him because they thought he should’ve just been handed over to Cia, so he let himself be molded into what he perceived people wanted. He lets himself be viewed as an idiot flirt with a perfect straight smile because he’s scared if hes anything else he wont be liked anymore

- I hc he’s actually a very quiet person. He literally doesn’t speak ever in his game. Other Links don’t either, but they at least have like dialogue options you can choose but Warriors doesn’t even have that. Proxi just speaks for him always. I hc he’s a very private person, because so much of his life has been public and he hasn’t had much that’s within his actual control. He likes being able to have his own things that are just for him

- I hc he keeps a journal that’s like every single thought he’s ever had. He needs it to keep his brain organized, but he’s also a huge history nerd to me so he writes down things he learns about the eras he visits

- I hc he has a lot of trust issues because of the turncoats (canon from his game), and it takes a lot for him to fully trust anyone. I agree with the widely popular hc that a lot of people have tried to kill him before by sending assassins, so to me he has some issues with food because he’s nervous about poisons. I hc he has oranges as a safe food because the peel keeps the fruit “protected”. hes aware oranges can technically still be poisoned but his brain like IRRATIONALLY depends on them because him convincing himself that oranges will always be safe is the only thing keeping him sane

- i hc he’s someone who’s love language used to be physical touch. a hug or a shoulder pat are easier to convey how he’s feeling with than words are, but the war and cia and everything he went through took that from him for a long time. hes slowly relearning touch is safe again, but its something hes not great with. he is not someone who can be touched without warning, especially if he doesn’t see the person coming. he’s very cuddly tho, when hes in the right mood for it and when he feels safe to do so

- i hc he has temperature regulation issues because volga burned him and you cannot sweat through burn scars, so he gets overheated pretty easily when its hot out (and so does wild). i also hc he’s someone who doesnt like the cold very much

- he’s a very sweet, gentle person to me who’s just been traumatized by everything he’s been through. he’s terrified to lose anyone else right in front of his eyes, and thats why he snapped at wild for being reckless. his fear just manifests as anger initially. to me he DOES get overwhelmed, but because hes a soldier and its been drilled into him if he stops to cry for every man that dies he’ll be soon to join them, he often pushes everything down and deals with it after the fact. so he can make it through a battle and through seeing his friend’s terribly injured, but the second he’s alone and its all over he just crashes (i wrote a whole post analyzing how he reacted to twilight being injured and how i believe he genuinely prepared himself for twilight to die so he would be able to cope with that grief so he could be there to help the others, and then when twi DIDNT die he was emotionally fucked up because he’d started grieving already and didnt know how to feel and was a bit off for a bit)

anyways…. *wet cough* im sorry this was a lot, i have more i can say my head just hurts a bit lmao. i’ve written a lot of fics about him analyzing him tho if you are interested in any of those:

Love, Me Normally is about him and his identity issues and how he perceives himself (i also have more like this one in my whumptober collection)

You’re A Part Of Me is my major War centric series

i also have a “jes headcanons” tag on my blog which will have more of my thoughts on War in there, and I talk about him a lot so there’s more of my mad rambling on this blog if you want more. im also down to yap more about specific things 😭

thanks for enabling me ✨

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MEET MY THE BEAR OC ౨ৎ MAIREAD ERICKSON

BASICS

Full Name: Mairead Linnea Erickson (Berzatto)

Age: 28 (beginning of SEASON 1)

DOB: February 29th, 1994

Gender: Female (She/Her)

Sexuality: Demisexual

Occupation: Assistant Patissier @ The Bear (Chicago, IL)

Faceclaim: Cailee Spaeny, Madeleine McGraw (child flashbacks)

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CHILDHOOD / PRE-ACCIDENT

Mairead was born on February 29th, 1994 in Chicago, IL. She is the younger twin between herself & her identical twin brother, Charlemagne “Charlie” Erickson. Mairead & Charlie are the only children of James Beard award-winning chefs, Nicolette “Lettie” Erickson & Arthur Erickson. At the time of the twins’ birth, Lettie was working as a Stagiare at Ever under the guidance of Andrea Terry, while Arthur was working as a Saucier at Sepia. They currently serve as the Executive Chef (Lettie) & Chef de Cuisine (Arthur) at Alinea in Chicago, IL.

Through the Chicago food industry, the Ericksons met the Berzattos, with the two families quickly becoming close and even going on several trips and vacations together. The Erickson twins spent a large portion of their childhood at the Berzattos due to their own parents’ busy work schedules, often being babysat by Uncle Jimmy or Mikey & Richie once they were old enough.

While they always made sure to provide their children’s basic needs, Lettie & Art were definitely more focused on their growing careers vs being present in their children’s lives, which led to an estrangement that is still very present in adulthood. Charlie, who is trans FTM, transitioned in early adolescence, which caused their parents to begin favoring Mairead, as she was the “picture-perfect child” out of the two & the only one who they did not think would tarnish the image that they’d created for themselves in the culinary industry. This caused Mairead’s relationship with her brother to become strained, because — although she was too young to be aware of her parents’ favoritism — it made him subconsciously resent her.

Mairead & Carmy, who had already been close in childhood, developed a strong bond due to mutual feelings of loneliness and isolation in their home environments, finding company in one another instead. Neither of them have many other friends at school, because Carmy gets bullied for being shy & having a stutter, so Mairead is also bullied by proxy, but she doesn’t care. She enjoys spending time with all of the Berzattos, but considers Carmy her best friend. They discover that they share a goal of becoming chefs & enjoy talking about what their future will be like, dreaming of opening neighboring spots and staying present in each other’s lives into adulthood. After Carmy graduates, he even comes back to be her date for junior prom <3

During this time, Mikey begins working as a line cook at his father’s sandwich shop, The Beef. On afternoon, he catches a stray kitten in the alley while he’s on his lunch break and sneaks it home. Carmy gives the kitten to Mairead for her sixteenth birthday. She names him Cheese. :-)

ACCIDENT

When Mairead is 16, Cheese escapes through the front door of the Erickson home. In the process of trying to get him out of the road, she is hit by an oncoming (empty) school bus. Their parents are at work, but Charlie — who is home — follows her out the door and attempts to alert her that the bus is coming, but he is too late. He is the only person (besides the bus driver) to see her get hit. After catching Cheese (because he knew that’s what she would’ve wanted), Charlie calls 9-1-1 & an unresponsive Mairead is tended to by paramedics. Charlie then calls Carmy, who is in Malibu working at Fairest Creatures, to tell him that Mairead has been in an accident & he isn’t sure if she is going to make it. In California, Carmy tells his boss that he needs to go home for a family emergency & gets on a red-eye flight to Chicago. Mairead is resuscitated, intubated, and life-flighted to RUSH Medical Center in Chicago.

At the hospital, Mairead is put into a medically induced coma & diagnosed with traumatic optic neuropathy due to a ruptured aneurysm on her optic nerve, which has been completely severed in the accident. Her parents arrive from their jobs & the neurosurgeon tells them that, based on the nature of her injury, Mairead will likely be totally blind for the rest of her life. Later, it is discovered through an old, routine CT scan which Mairead received after a minor concussion that the aneurysm was on her optic nerve prior to the accident, but was missed by doctors, & the accident was just what caused it to rupture. She would’ve eventually gone blind whether the accident happened or not. Did someone say doomed by the narrative? :D

Mairead is brought out of her medically induced coma right after Christmas, about 3 weeks after her accident. When she is stable, she confides in Carmy that she had heard them talking about how she would never regain her sight & also planning her funeral while she was in the coma. She does not tell him this part (yet), but she didn’t really have a motivation to live (because she knew she probably wouldn’t be able to be a chef after going blind) until she heard Carmy protest the funeral plans and realized that he was there for her. My bears <3

Carmy goes back to California after Christmas, Mairead is discharged from the hospital in early February & admitted to a pediatric neurorehabilitation hospital to continue gaining strength and learn how to re-enter into society as someone who is newly blind. Carmy flies in to celebrate Mairead’s 17th birthday in rehab by baking cupcakes in occupational therapy. After he goes back to California, she begins a casual relationship with a fellow patient, Elaine, who is in rehab for hemiplegic paralysis.

Mairead is discharged from rehab in April 2012. While she is adjusting to life outside of the hospital as someone who is newly disabled, Charlie receives a full-ride scholarship to Juilliard for Piano Performance and is preparing to move to New York. The relationship between the siblings remains strained due to not only the tension between them caused by their parents as young children, but Charlie’s unresolved trauma and grief from being the sole witness of Mairead’s accident.

During this time, Mairead meets Claire — who she’d known in passing from hearing Carmy talk about her & seeing her in class — when her parents enroll her in Claire’s “tutoring for differently-abled children.” Because of her disability, Claire tends to treat Mairead like a child & the girls often butt heads because of that. This is important for later! Shortly after getting out of rehab, Mairead finishes her GED, takes up boxing as a physical outlet for all of the big emotions/feelings that accompany the adjustment to her new lifestyle, and begins to focus on re-learning how to cook in order to continue pursuing her dream of becoming a chef. However, her mother tells her that she will never become a chef because she won’t be able to survive the fast-paced nature of a fine dining kitchen and to keep away from Alinea, because — once again — she is afraid of tarnishing her own culinary reputation. When Mairead is persistent, her mother drops her off at The Beef, tells her to apply for a job, and instructs Mikey to bring her home when she can’t handle it anymore.

POST-ACCIDENT

Mikey gives Mairead a job as a dishwasher at The Beef, where she works up until his death in 2022. He also lets her use the kitchen in the evenings & on weekends to practice re-learning how to cook, as well as rents out a loft above the restaurant for her to live in so that she can get away from her parents. She develops a close relationship with all of the staff, finding a pseudo-mom in Tina and becoming close friends with Manny, Angel, and Sweeps. She also immediately takes to Marcus, bonding over their mutual appreciation for pastry arts. In New York, Charlie graduates from Juilliard & takes a job as a Piano Instructor/Tuner at a renowned music studio, while contributing to perform freelance jazz piano gigs around the city. Carmy comes home from California, wants to come work at The Beef with Mairead, but Mikey says no (because he does not want to make his pain Carmy’s pain, keep that in mind for later!) so he goes to work at Ever with Chef Terry. When they’re not at their respective restaurant jobs, Mairead and Carmy spend all their time together, still each other’s very best friend. <3

Chef Terry sends Carmy to Copenhagen, while Mairead continues to work at The Beef. Seven Fishes happens. Carmy prepares his Christmas gift to Mairead - a homemade braille cookbook of their favorite recipes. Mairead prepares hers as well - his chef’s knife engraved with CB. Charlie flies home from New York to attend. Mikey gives Mairead a Christmas present — a stack of bills wrapped in a recommendation letter for her application to culinary school. They decorate the Christmas tree together & she cannot tell that he is using because she can’t see it. Stevie and Michelle propose New York to Carmy. Mikey and Richie encourage Carmy to pursue Claire, because she is “one of their kind,” meaning that she is not differently-abled like Mairead. Mairead overhears this and becomes briefly upset, but quickly forgets about it when she reunites with Carmy & he tells her about a mayflower tattoo that he got in Copenhagen, both to commemorate the crop of mayflowers that he raised at Noma’s greenhouse & the nickname that he coined for her, May. Then, in a rush of mutual unresolved feelings, he kisses her and asks her to go to New York with him so that they can finally pursue their dream together. Mairead tells him that she wants to, but she is afraid that her disability will hold him back. He insists that it won’t, but they are interrupted by Fak & don’t get to take the conversation further. Mairead and Charlie fulfill their holiday tradition of breaking the wishbone, with her getting the short end — unlucky. Donna crashes the car through the house. Mairead is sitting on the front step with Carmy, smoking cigarettes while Donna is being assessed by the paramedics, when she tells him that she has decided she wants to go to New York with him. Carmy sees Claire watching and tells Mairead that the plan isn’t feasible, because he was only dreaming.

After Carmy goes to New York, he temporarily breaks contact with Mairead BECAUSE he is actively being traumatized & does not want to make his pain her pain (it’s a foil!). He begins to hook up with Charlie, who is still in New York working as a piano instructor, in hopes of filling the void that cutting off Mairead has left. Meanwhile, Mairead begins a romantic relationship with Marcus and continues to look forward to Mikey’s promise to send her to Kendall College for culinary school in the new year.

Mairead‘s story ~officially~ begins with Mikey’s death, so instead of blabbing, I’ll just highlight her most important moments from the seasons:

SEASON 1

Mikey dies approximately one week before Mairead’s 28th birthday. He leaves behind a birthday cake for her in the freezer of The Beef, as well as her recommendation letter & savings for culinary school.

In New York, Charlie puts Carmy on a plane home to Chicago, knowing that both Mairead & Natalie will need him in Mikey’s absence. He quits his job, sublets his apartment, and follows Carmy home.

Mairead attends Mikey’s funeral with Charlie, where she reads a poem in braille. Charlie tells Mairead that he knows Carmy is back in Chicago, but he didn’t show up to the funeral. Afterwards, Mairead goes home with Natalie. Charlie finds Carmy in the parking lot, where they hook up, then Carmy gives Charlie a letter written in braille that he explains is an apology to Mairead about why he cut her off in New York. Charlie does not give her the letter, rather lets it fall between the seats in his car.

Mairead finds out that Carmy is back by bumping into him on the street outside The Beef. Subsequently, Richie finds out that Carmy is back by tracking her on Life360 to make sure that she made it home okay, which he took over from Mikey after he died.

Tension rises between Mairead and Carmy when he comes back and starts making changes to The Beef! She loves him and is so happy that he is home, but she is not afraid to get in his face and tell him when he’s acting like a baby.

Ravaged by grief of Mikey & unresolved feelings that have risen to the surface upon Carmy’s arrival home, Mairead breaks up with Marcus. Marcus, who is also grieving, is hurt, but understanding. They remain close friends.

Mairead meets Sydney, who she is instantly in awe of because Sydney is also a woman who is a minority in the kitchen and has achieved culinary success. They become fast friends and develop a tradition of going to the jazz club to watch Charlie perform after work with Tina & (occasionally) Marcus or Richie. Their relationship is very special to me. <3

Charlie moves in to the spare bedroom of Mairead’s loft and starts his jazz band, Dial 773, which is fronted by another OC, Finley Lancaster — Sydney’s eventual girlfriend! He also works at the jazz club and as a freelance piano tuner.

Mairead donates her culinary school fund to go towards the opening of The Bear.

When everyone finds the money in the tomato cans, Charlie visits The Beef for family dinner & drives Mairead home afterwards. She finds the note in Charlie’s car and all of the progress that they’ve made in rebuilding their relationship goes BOOM! :D She then takes a taxi to Carmy’s apartment where they have a very teary argument, which turns into a reconciliation.

SEASON 2

While The Bear prepares for opening, Mairead begins applying to stagiare positions in order to once again try to pursue her dream of becoming a chef. She is rejected by all of the restaurants except for Izola, a bakery in San Diego. She spends two months there, where she aides in establishing a limited-time pastry & cake menu.

Carmy begins seeing Claire. He confides in Mairead about their relationship and seeks her blessing, because she is the closest person to him after his family, whose judgement he is trying to avoid. She puts her feelings about Claire — as well as her unresolved feelings for Carmy — aside and encourages it as long as he is happy, continuing to focus on her own culinary journey instead.

Using Mikey’s recommendation, as well as letters from the staff at Izola, Mairead applies to the Culinary Institute of America and is accepted!! She secures plans to live with a friend while she is there & books a red-eye flight so that she can still be around for the opening of The Bear.

After Marcus fires Josh on Family & Friends night, Sydney gives Mairead her old chef whites and puts her on the line in his place. This is the first time that she gets to be a real chef in a culinary kitchen, aaaaand Carmy is in the freezer, so he doesn’t get to see it. <3

After Mairead hears Carmy say that he doesn’t deserve amusement or enjoyment and cannot provide it to anyone, she waits for him to be cut out of the freezer. Then — queen of bad timing <3 — she tells him that she’s been in love with him since they were kids and finally lets him know that hearing him protest her funeral plans in the rehab hospital was actually what willed her out of the coma, ultimately saving her life. If no one else, he has been able to bring amusement & enjoyment to her. :,)

SEASON 3 & BEYOND

Mairead starts culinary school in April 2023. While she is there, she works as a Dishwasher & Line Cook at Daniel. She also briefly stages at Crown Shy & completes her senior externship as a Commis at Sixty Three Clinton. She is so excited to finally get to establish herself as her own person in the culinary world, not just an extension of her parents!!

Mairead and Carmy talk sparingly while he gets himself — and The Bear — figured out. Things are a little awkward post-love confessional, but they are still best friends and are ~pretty much~ unable to exist without each other at this point.

Since February 2024 is an actual leap year, Carmy flies up to surprise Mairead for her birthday. While he’s there, they finally talk about what she said while he was in the freezer and he tells her that it’s always been obvious how he feels about her, that he realized he loved her while she was in rehab but never really knew how to say it, and once he’d had a chance, they were always with other people. While they essentially get together here, Mairead tells him that she doesn’t want to be with anyone while she’s in school so that she’s not distracted, but if he is willing to wait until after she graduates, then she’d love to be with him. They get together officially, finally, at her graduation.

Mairead graduates in February 2025. Her final project is a rainbow pastry menu titled Cecity Flavored Technicolor, that is themed around how she perceives colors as a blind person.

She gets job offers all over the country, but of course, chooses to come back home to her family and work as Marcus’ pastry sous chef at The Bear :,)

1-2ish years later, Carmy proposes (with Sydney’s help) by telling Mairead that he needs her to check out some new braille menus that he ordered for The Bear and make sure the menu is translated accurately, but instead of listing dishes, the menu actually says, Will you marry me?

They have a small courthouse ceremony with around 8-10 people in attendance, then a big reception at The Bear with all the culinary legends.

In addition to working at The Bear, Mairead runs a catering business called Cecity out of her home kitchen. This gives her an opportunity to continue to use the fine dining techniques and skills that she learned in culinary school. Sydney also helps!

Besides being a chef, Mairead’s ultimate dream is to be a mom. Because I believe he would be a great dad and I am a girldad Carmy truther, Mairead and Carmy have three daughters! She tells him she’s pregnant by putting the test in a tomato can. <3 They adopt Chris Kovalenko, who belongs to @dearpyramus, as well as their two biological children, Natalia “Tully” Sydney-May Berzatto & Collette “Lettie” Michaela-Rose Berzatto. I am currently working on a character study about Carmy’s journey through fatherhood with Tully. I love my family <3

Cheese lives a long, happy life and is the perfect family pet!

In her adulthood, Mairead becomes passionate about disability advocacy & positive representation of disabled individuals in culinary spaces. She runs a cooking camp for differently-abled children called Anyone Can Cook! out of The Bear every summer & establishes a scholarship that funds adaptive equipment in culinary school classrooms. She also publishes a cookbook titled Blind Taste Test that details her favorite recipes in the way that she learned to cook them after going blind.

She is also the first differently-abled chef to be featured as one of Food & Wine’s Best New Chefs & win the James Beard Award for Outstanding Pastry Chef. Yay for positive disability representation!

Phew. If you made it through that, you deserve a cookie. I love making OCs, but I have poured a lot of love & care into her backstory specifically and I hope that came through. Here. 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

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VISUALS

From L to R: by @darkostudios-blog, @ochrogaster, @orionisaghost on twt

Scar Chart

Tattoo Index

WORLD IN PYREX — Cashing in my Mary Sue card for this one! This was her first tattoo. Got matching with Carmy when she was 16 & he was 18. The design is by Benny Shields. Represents their shared childhood dream of growing up & becoming chefs together. Richie forged her parents’ signature so she could get it. :-)

HOUSEFLY W/8-BALL EYES — Done with a tattoo gun by Richie. The 8-Ball eyes represent her being blind, how her having, then losing her sight predicts & drives her future.

WISHBONE — Got for her identical twin, Charlie. The wishbone is a Seven Fishes tradition that is symbolic between them because, like identical twins, it begins as one thing and then breaks into two separate things.

C — Silly little tattoo that she got for Carmy after they got married. It’s on her hand so that she can always have him with her when she’s cooking. He has a mayflower tattoo in the same spot for her.

BREADSTICK CROSS — This design is not by me, it came from the original draft of Carmy’s tattoos by Benny Shields. It represents her career as a baker and how her lifelong dream was to be a chef, she will do it for the rest of her life. Fak gave her this one with the same shitty tattoo gun.

FLOAT & STING BUGS — Fun little nod to the fact that she’s a boxer! The butterfly was inspired by Cailee Spaeny’s actual butterfly tattoo.

FIGHT THE GOOD FIGHT / KNIFE CROSSED WITH BOXING GLOVES — Memorial tattoo for Mikey. “Fight the good fight,” was what he would tell her whenever she got discouraged while trying to re-learn how to cook after going blind. The boxing gloves represent Mairead and the knife represents Mikey. Another one from Richie.

DON’T YOU LOOK WHILE YOU’RE FLEEING — Inspired by Beach Baby by Bon Iver. Yes, I know the quote is lock and not look . . . shhh. I felt like this represented her well.

YOUR NAME — Just a filler. “Bet you don’t have my name tattooed on you.” Ha ha.

CARMY’S NAME IN BRAILLE — Carmy did this one when she was 17 & he was 19. After she went blind, he took family leave from Fairest Creatures & flew home to spend time with her, wanted to brag about his growing braille proficiency so he gave her this tattoo on the night before he flew back to California.

RIOT! - Cute little finger tattoos that she got to cover up all of the scars/burns on her fingers from re-learning how to cook blind.

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Believe it or not, Mairead has even more lore that I didn’t talk about here, so if you have any questions about her, I will be happy to answer them. In the meantime, you can read Mairead’s story here <3

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In Greeting and Introduction:

In 1986, Pleasant Company unleashed the American Girls upon the world, and nothing has ever been the same. If you’re between the ages of 25 and 40 (sorry, Gen Z, but this is really a millennial phenomenon) and were at any point in your childhood aligned or identified as a ‘girl’, you probably have memories of decadently arranged extra-wide catalogues coming in the mail, or slim box sets of six books with names like Samantha Learns a Lesson or Changes for Kirsten, or visits to a toy store that was more like a luxury hotel, or – if you were especially lucky – unwrapping a long and heavy box on your birthday or on Christmas to reveal a much-anticipated new best friend. Even if you weren’t subjected to the rigors of late-twentieth-century girlhood, you probably knew something about this brand thanks to the way it took hold in the hearts and minds of an entire generation of – ha! – American girls who went to school with other American children and often brought dolls and books and catalogues and trip reports back with them.

So, what exactly was this brand?

1986 is a fascinating year in pop culture, and one I’ve been personally fixated on for over a decade. It’s the year of the (first) death of Optimus Prime in The Transformers: The Movie, the year of Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home, the year of Phantom of the Opera’s spectacular West End debut, the year of Labyrinth, the year of Hellraiser. If you outgrew American Girl and trended toward the weird and darkly gothic, this is a year you’re intimately familiar with, whether you know it or not. Fitting, then, that it’s the year the dolls were born.

The story goes that educator Pleasant Rowland, in the process of attempting to buy dolls for her family, found herself frustrated by a perceived gap in the market. While baby dolls served as proxies for burgeoning parental instinct, and fashion dolls served as more mature aspirational figures (or, in many cases, adult stars of complicated child-crafted soap operas), there were no dolls that girls could look upon as peers. I find myself skeptical of this claim, largely because mythical doll origins are often hilariously selective and inaccurate – for one thing, Barbie was not even close to the first adolescent/adult fashion doll for little girls – but it is consistently cited as one of the concerns in developing the line. With that frustration to chew on, and inspired by a visit to Colonial Williamsburg (a living history museum focused on life in America in the immediate years preceding the Revolutionary War), Rowland developed the concept of the American Girls. These would be eighteen-inch cloth and vinyl dolls portraying distinct historical figures living in different eras of American history, each with their own name and family and backstory. She worked with author Valerie Tripp to develop the identities of each girl, and then launched the brand under her new company, Pleasant Company (which is such a clever idea for an instantly recognizable corporation) with three dolls ready to go.

Now, there are American Girl stores in multiple malls, and when I was a little girl there were near-mythical American Girl Places in Chicago and New York and I think somewhere in California, but when Rowland began her business model was entirely by mail with no brick-and-mortar location to visit. Little girls and their families became aware of the existence of these dolls and their stories when catalogues that quickly became iconic arrived in the mail once every few months, and despite the high prices of everything from the dolls themselves to the books telling their stories, they bought up everything Pleasant Company had to sell. Rowland had a bona fide hit on her hands.

She had launched the brand with three characters – Kirsten Larson, a Swedish immigrant and pioneer living in the Minnesota Territory in 1854, Samantha Parkington, an Edwardian girl from a rich family living in New York in 1904, and Molly McIntyre, a Scottish-descended girl from a solidly middle-class family living in Jefferson, Illinois in 1944. Each doll, when ordered, came with a book bearing their name, and there were two additional books available for purchase alongside the collections of themed accessories and furniture. This number quickly expanded to six, all bearing similar names and reflecting similar themes across multiple decades. In 1991, a fourth historical character joined the lineup – this was Felicity Merriman, a gentleman’s daughter from 1774 Williamsburg. After her was Addy Walker, introduced in 1993, a fugitive slave who escaped to Philadelphia with her mother and lived there in 1864. Next in 1997 came Josefina Montoya, a rancher’s daughter living near Santa Fe, New Mexico in 1824 with her father, sisters, and extended family. In 2000, Kit Kittredge of 1933’s Cincinnati, Ohio joined the lineup. And lastly, at least for this analysis of my own history with the brand, in 2002 we have my dearly beloved Kaya’aton’my of the Nez Perce, living with her tribe in pre-contact years in 1764.

There are other American Girls. Mattel bought out Pleasant Company and has slowly been hollowing out the brand’s credibility, but it persists. Other historical dolls have been introduced, and many of them sound just as brilliant as the ones I grew up with. But those eight, those “original” eight, were my American Girls, and it’s their stories I want to examine, and their impacts upon my life that are still felt. Kit’s resourcefulness and adaptability when her father lost her job helped me when I was twelve and my father lost his job, Felicity’s determination to find the right balance between gender nonconformity and gender conformity inspired me to never settle for being forced into a box I didn’t fit, Samantha’s fierce loyalty to her friend Nellie was a balm to my prepubescent closeted lesbianism, and Kaya’s connection to her tribe and their traditions and culture gave me something to cling to in the midst of my rootless, forcibly assimilated indigenous childhood. (Yes, I’m indigenous, no, I’m not really going to be making my writing and blogging about an #ownvoices kind of thing, because we should get to be nerds and have the same access to privacy that white people have, but it’s relevant here and it’s relevant in my original fiction because it’s part of me.)

Of course, growing up and getting an education means looking at your past again with a wiser, more critical eye. Historical education has changed a lot since 2002, and has changed even more since 1986. The stories of the American Girls are both narrative and informative, intended to capture realistic-feeling moments in time that are grounded in real historical events and practices. How do they hold up to the standards of 2024, nearly two decades since I grew into Brontë and McCaffrey and Hugo and Dumas and Homer? How do they feel to me as an actively reconnecting indigenous lesbian whose perspective on America is very different now than when I was a child and my family tried hard to pretend we fit in? Are their books and wider stories even any good?

These are the questions I’m seeking to answer in this series of blogs, which I’ll be calling The American Girls and Me. Each fortnight (that’s every two weeks) I’ll examine a different girl, starting with her main books and going forward from there. The first series of book blogs will be published simultaneously here and on my Patreon page, completely free to read and open to the public. After that, Patreon will get things a week before they’re published here, but I’m not looking to make a serious income, so if you pay me the exorbitant price of $1 you will get to see things whenever they’re posted or you can wait for seven days to catch up. There will be some Patreon-exclusive bonus content once every couple of months, though, plus when I start publishing my original fiction it will be there alongside here, so if that sounds interesting maybe consider giving me a click?

My cutoff year is 2005 – that was the last year I asked for and received an American Girl doll as a present from my grandmother, and that was the symbolic end of the American Girl era of my life. I may take a look at the two American Girl movies that came out in 2006 and 2008 and adapted the stories of Molly and Kit respectively, but I didn’t go to great lengths to watch either of them. I was too busy rewatching The Curse of the Black Pearl and Van Helsing and The Revenge of the Sith to care about people who were now three and four years younger than me, and my own visions of both girls’ lives were too precious to me to risk a bad or disappointing adaptation.

Okay, then, what exactly will I be covering?

Like I said above, I’ll start with the stories. All eight girls, all six books + their “Looking Back/A Peek Into the Past” chapters. I’ll talk about my childhood impressions, my connections with different narratives, how those have changed now that I’m in my thirties, and places where I think the books have aged particularly poorly or particularly well.

After that, we’ll look at their short stories pre-2005, and see what those add to or detract from the canon of core story beats. These were in some cases published over a decade after the books finished up, and the tonal or thematic differences should be interesting to note.

Once the fiction is finished up we’ll look at each doll. I’ll talk about my experiences with the ones I personally own, and examine their accessories and artifacts in-person, and if it’s a doll I don’t own we’ll be looking at the catalogues from 1998-2002, which can safely be considered something of a golden age for the brand. That’s how I experienced several of the dolls, and therefore that’s what I’ll be revisiting

Next, I’ll be taking a look at nonfiction books – each of the original eight girls got a Welcome to [Name]’s World book issued for their era in American history, taking the nonfiction historical context chapters and fleshing them out to give more detail and explain more about how the lives of our girls fit into the story of the country as a whole. These are apparently extremely high-quality for children’s history books, and while I never had them as a child I definitely want them now.

Finally, having finished up books entirely, we move on to crafts and ephemera. Each girl got a paper doll set, and most of them also received a craft book and cook book. There were theater kits for pretend play as well, but I’ll be excluding those for purely practical reasons – they’re often the hardest to find, and I was never interested in that kind of pretend play with these girls.

This will be a long, involved, organized blogging project unlike anything I’ve ever really done before, but I think it will be a rewarding one. These girls are like my sisters, even those with wildly different life experiences than my own. They were a fundamental part of my childhood. They deserve to be remembered and discussed, and this era in my life deserves to be loved.

After all, I, too, was once an American girl.

[aceeestarr]

Thoughts on Banbaleena

TL;DR for what I’m about to say, but Banbaleena gets way less credit than we give her in terms of character writing.

Real quick, I’ve gotta clarify something about Banban that’ll make sense before I get into Banbaleena, since they’re basically intrinsically related character-wise.

Banban is NOT Dr. Uthman Adam. He just believes he is, to an extent. Since he was made with Uthman as a genome donor, he believed himself to be Uthman until he was introduced to the Dr. himself, which sent him into a depressive state over his identity before a new Givanium solution was administered to him, which somewhat helped, and also (mostly) hurt, resulting in Banban’s Hellish Form.

Getting back to Banbaleena, however, I find her very interesting. We know for a fact that she sees herself as Weverly Mason. She’s actually never been addressed as Banbaleena by the other characters, unlike Banban, meaning that she fully believes herself to be Ms. Mason. This is essentially her entire character after her introduction. She never goes after us, never asks us questions, never interacts with us past teaching and situations in which she is not in control. Even in situations where she’s held back by something, she continues to make attempts (read: ATTEMPTS) at teaching, most notably during the Jumbo Josh section in GoBB 3, when she writes on the whiteboard knowing that any change in the environment can get them all killed.

This tells us that Weverley was likely an actual teacher on the kindergarten’s surface level, but she was also clearly involved with the experiments on the lower levels, or, at the very least, Uthman Adam, as evidenced by Banban repeatedly asking for her after his identity crisis. It’s Banbaleen’s primary personality trait, honestly. But, that can’t be right if she knew Uthman and fled with him to Spain. She had to know more, which means that Banbaleena must know more by proxy, leading me to believe that she either only inherited Weverley’s drive to teach, or (more likely) has something seriously fucked up within her that she masks by teaching, as evidenced by her more aggressive comments about eating human brains and tearing the player apart in GoBB 2. (And, maybe the pop quiz section in GoBB 7, but she was naughtified, so I’m giving her some leeway there.)

Banbaleena and Banban are almost the same, but with a few key differences and distinctions, namely the fact that Banban came first, directly resulting in Banbaleena’s creation. In the case reports, it’s revealed to us that Banbaleena was created to comfort Banban using Ms. Mason as a genome donor, as Weverley was the only person he’d kept asking for after his interaction with the real Dr. Uthman Adam, and that they had a favorable interaction. (They hugged. Awwwwwwee :])

However, whereas Banban met his genome donor, and later grew to both see himself as Uthman while also presumably having some doubts as to what he is, Banbaleena never met Ms. Mason, which reveals a few things.

Banbaleena would not have a Hellish form.

Banbaleena would have no doubts that she is the real Ms. Mason.

Banbaleena would presumably believe Banban to be the real Uthman Adam.

Banbaleena would be aware of the facility’s history and previous cases that Weverley worked with.

Which is why I hope we get to see more of her in GoBB 8. d:

She’s never had a direct interaction with Banban before in-game. The closest thing we’ve gotten is Banban’s intercom announcements in GoBB 2, which do not address Banbaleena directly, but are acknowledged by Banbaleena. I hope we get to travel around with some point, because she’s our only living, (RIP Shittergiggle) speaking link between Flumbo and Banban who could guide us around the facility, and provide key information about Banban, if not Flumbo himself if she didn’t lose her memory after the Ramamba incident.

Honestly I just wanted to yap about her cause she’s underrated and silly d: hope you guys get on the Banbaleena hype wagon because it’s real lonely here

[thevampirecasketsystem]

 being the main host + a factive is so annoying

“You arent the REAL Gerard Way” I am aware I never claimed to be

oh, and I’m also annoyed because I was in a discord server and I was using plural kit so it was proxied to me and some random person in the server was being invasive and it was so annoying

They kept asking about Frerard and if I have pseudo memories of dating Frank which is uncomfy because it seems like I’m just kind of being used is this person’s like weird fanfic fantasy which I don’t wanna be

The person in question was like 13 and started guilt tripping me when I said to please stop (they were talking about how they were the worst person and they should harm themselves and stuff, just cause I asked them to not ask those kind of things to me and it made me feel bad, but I know they were probably just doing that so I would tell them)

it it’s pretty infuriating because yes, I am an introject and I am source connected but I’m not claiming to be the Gerard way I’m not identity stealing like I know I’m not actually a famous musician but still, I don’t wanna be treated like either I’m trying to steal his identity or I’m some fan for teenage girls who ship frerard

[koiifiishy]

need to behave today and not use my hands n arms too strenuously 🥹 so a little pc / oc yapping it is..!

theres a good chance that a pc might recall the name "ari" in a "i couldve sworn i heard that name at the orphanage before" kind of way. but upon trying to recall anything else, it all comes up blank. were they a boy or a girl? tall or short? what did their face look like? you cant remember. but when you see ari, you just kind of accept "oh, this is who that is." — but he hasnt always looked like this. he hasnt always acted like this. whoever ari was at the beginning of his long looping journey, that person has long since eroded and evolved into the ari of today. even he doesnt fully remember how he once was, tho he is aware he was different.

ari's migraines come from being overwhelmed by his connection with the wraith. he usually hides away when he feels like shit and tries to sleep it off, but its very fitful and full of dubious out of body experiences.

expanding on the previous bullet point: when IW is active, i imagine ari has a harder time differentiating between the two of them. the line blurs & he acts stranger than usual. more volatile. he kind of acts like a proxy for the wraith in those moments, a tenuous foothold for the entity to become more grounded in reality. ari's still aware of whats happening, but its in a distant, watching from the outside kind of way. similar to how the pc can be possessed. he doesnt usually fight it - sees no point to, when theyre so interconnected. why would he fight what is, essentially, himself?

i like to think that at one point ari was a pc like any other, but through his countless loops his role has shifted and there've been others to fill the spot. "the pc" is ever changing - its less about the actual person and more about the role. hes already gone through the motions himself, so he feels a connection to them on that level — but he wont usually interfere with their story. this is their turn to be in the limelight, for better or worse.

given that, and his tenuous merge with the wraith, ari usually feels sympathetic towards pcs. he understands the pain thrust upon them. he feels even more pity for them when theyve had life altering experiences with the wraith; bc in those moments, its as if he too is the one tormenting them. its hard to separate the actions of a collective hive mind entity, but hes aware enough that he remembers their screams. the feeling of his hands around their throat. the all encompassing desire to break them down just as theyd been broken. its not the kind of sympathy where hed apologize. he doesnt feel guilty. its more like... when you see something small and in pain, and the fleeting idea of ending their suffering surfaces to the forefront of your mind. . . letting anyone else be the pcs demise is out of the question - but for him to be the one to grant them merciful death? oh, its so so tempting... alas, he knows in the end even that wouldnt last. the cycles continue.

sai! have you missed your friend? i havent forgotten about him~

i imagine doltown to be a sort of nexus for Creatures. theres an allure, a pull, towards the town for supernatural beings. sai may present himself as a normal high school student, but hes obviously got more going on ; its like an instinctual part of him was called to the town. he gravitates towards the pc due to how the story gravitates around them. odd things are drawn to the pc, and sai is no different.

his brand of strangeness is more undefined than some of the more explainable entities around the town. even he doesnt have the answers to what he is: an anomaly, some would say. before his human identity, he called himself null. in his own words, he chose the name because "though i do not have an answer for you as to what i am, i understand my function completely ; i consume, and in doing so, i erase." his current state makes this a little questionable, as he hasnt carried out his 'function' in the town — but that isnt to say he couldnt. probably. once he understands why hes evolved to become more humanlike. & if his hyperfixation shifted from exploring his newfound humanity..!

other supernatural entities tend to be fearful, wary, or hostile towards sai. he stays away from the wraith, and the wraith in turn stays away from him. his being killed in the pc's presence often has to do with the town itself rejecting him. too bad he always comes back..~

pcs with high awareness have an easier time remembering sai and the chance to realize hes strange. id say a pc with a tf may also get that chance, but not be able to place their finger on why his presence bothers them. hes immune to angelic or demonic influences though! hed think its interesting, and want to study it more closely, but he himself would be unphased by any "angel/demon magic". pcs can physically hurt him though. he isnt bothered and will at times encourage it, if he feels like the pc would agree. theres no such thing as "taking it too far" with sai. he would let you kill him, just to see your methods and reactions. be careful with doing that tho - its a slippery slope of silent hill-esque mind fuckery if you indulge too much in killing him!

each time sai dies, he comes back more and more in the shape of whatever visage pleases the pc the most. hes here for you. hes your friend. hes everything you could ever want, right? personally, he takes the changes in stride and will course correct his behavior to also fit into whatever the pc likes.

sai is inauthentic in every way but even the best lie detecting characters wont be able to tell when hes being false. he knows exactly what hes doing too. as a morally neutral entity, its easy for him to slip from black to white, 'evil' and 'good'. his intrigue and curiosity will always come first though - whether hes doing a good or bad thing to get there doesnt matter. its just easier to get what he wants if he act like he cares!

more silly pins thatre olivercore

oliver really is just living on vibes! but dont let the cute face and empty brain fool you into thinking hes naive or innocent: he's an absolute little shit under the :3 . his morals are as dubious as his taste in men. you just wont notice it as much (or ppl will brush it aside) bc hes tiny and uses his cuteness to get away with a lot of stuff. hes not afraid to plead and cry when he gets caught and somebody wants to punish him either. hed say literally anything to get out of a self inflicted sticky situation! with very little intention to follow through on any promises.

if oliver is infatuated with you, youve gotta realize at some point that although hed do pretty much anything you asked of him - he does have a limit. and also his self interest will always come first.

olis prone to wandering into places he shouldnt be just bc the door was locked. in pure cat fashion, he just wanted to see what was in this secret forbidden off limits room!!! he may or may not even steal anything. like when you can break into houses in the residential area - sometimes he breaks in just to look and doesnt even steal anything lol. in pcverse, id say theres always a chance for your pc to return to their room and oliver is just. There. hed wave and say hiii!!! ^w^!! like nothing was amiss too.

and some eriscore pins too

playing zzz, and pointing at jane doe: thats how older eris is built. one day ill draw him in her clothes too.

i want so badly to delve into erinyes eris... part of the temple, but still remaining on the outside enough that he doesnt buy into their cult dogma. trained so fucking hard that he really is on a different level than most of the townsfolk, even the hired thugs. very much a prime example of the battle nun trope but in the animanga / game way. he's a high dex unit lol pulling lotsa sick maneuvers that normal ppl wouldnt dream of trying mid fight.

if eris wasnt promised to sydney and in a verse where he doesnt get promised to anyone else — erinyes eris is 100% still got his vaginal virginity. he also doesnt see it as anything special, so hed get flustered if he did end up sleeping with somebody, doing it from the front, and they commented on it. very huffy and muttering about why that sort of thing even matters?? grumbling that if you make such a big deal out of it, hes gona stop and leave you blue balled///

erinyes eris has killed a man. has killed many men actually. overall doesnt feel bad about it. first kills are always their own fiasco of inner turmoil, but even then i think eris simply compartmentalized and depersonalized the shit out of that experience until he was numb to the idea. usually though, he tries to avoid killing ppl. its a giant mess that he would rather not deal with. as for if it was on his own accord or the temples?? hhmmm hmmm whos to say..!

thigh burn was from a science class acid burn (fuck them kids pouring acid on u on purpose >:/ ). eyebrow and back scar from the island escapade. nose scar came from his whip rebounding. hes got plenty of nicks and smaller scars on his fingers, hands, arms and legs from temple training and the usual doltown life too.

a good boy always swallows huh? what?

some misc notes:

max the cafe owner is totally a cat-sìth :3 hes a long furred tuxedo cat to be specific! as you can imagine, being a faery means hes quuiite a bit older than what he appears. the tf you get from his cafe is more cat-sìth leaning than just cat too✨

shout out to mosse, max would absoLUTELY go to ferdie's meowmeow shows just to stan him so hard and throw cash at another catman doing his silly little dance routines. has merch. probably has a hey now ita bag lmao. hes not shy about this either, he Would be honest about liking this rising kitty star!

would prrroobably help a cat tf pc through their heat/rut if asked. but he keeps it professional outside of those moments! hes not looking to date the pcs. if you got too weird about it hed be very straight forward that although he may like you platonically, he harbors no romantic feelings towards you. he insists hes too old for pc,,, a persistent pc will be shut down — but a suuuper persistent pc miiight just be able to wear him down enough haha.

shui (as if it wasnt obvious) comes from a background in organized crime. the jade rabbit isnt his first venue, nor his first front. hes well connected with orgs outside of doltown, thus the major players in the town tend to treat him with equal parts respect and weariness. he really is a neutral party in the schemes of the town though. regarding the cult(s), his opinion can be boiled down to

so long as his dear benefactors keep giving him and his what they want, he has absolutely no intention of getting any deeper into their business as he needs to.

his formal background is in medicine. his less formal background is in poisons. doesnt have a doctorate, but he might as well be considered a doctor with his skillset. focuses mainly on traditional chinese medicine - "TCM practitioners use various psychological and/or physical approaches (such as acupuncture and tai chi) as well as herbal products to address health problems."

shui is 100% the anime trope of doctor who uses needles & pressure points to subdue ppl in a fight. hes very much not defenseless. tho even if he were, the parlor security staff is filled with gang members. cris is the head, and is practiced in combat — shui usually lets her handle any and all fighting.

regarding any pcs that would wana try their hand at joining the bars security staff!! theyd also be broaching into gang territory... which if they gained enough trust and proved themself, then why not. sure. theyd accept newblood. shui could even arrange to pay for your debt, but knowing bailey hed be hard pressed to let a pc go completely & u already know hed ask for soooo much from shui. it wouldnt deter shui, but the pc would have to understand that its basically just a shift in who owns them at that point. be bound to debt from bailey or by shui; either way, pc's hands arent staying clean forever. neither is really better than the other. missing a payment to shui would result in similar punishments. and honestly, hed probably tack on an accruing interest (maybe bailey already does too, who knows).

[vhaemystheberserker]

REQUESTS STILL CLOSED! But I thought it best to set some rules for when my requests DO open, so people know what I do, and don't do!

1. NO INCEST. I am aware I used to make incest bots when I still made bots on C.AI, per the Targaryen way, but I really like Janitor.AI, and incest is a bannable offense! User will always be ambiguous family/House-wise unless it's stated you want them to be related to someone who is not the character. If you send in any incest requests, here is what might happen! If the bot is still do-able without incest, I'll take the request and just make User's identity unknown! If the bot's plot revolves HEAVILY around incest and makes no sense without it, it will not be done and will be deleted.

2. NO UNDERAGE CHARACTERS! Obviously, I can age them up, if there is art of them aged up, but if you strictly want them to be underage, the request will be deleted.

3. No animal User's or Character's! I say this because I have gotten a few requests for Dragon User's, and I count them as animals.

4. No limited bots! I personally just don't feel like doing them, especially since when most people request them it is for normal families, which I don't do any bots where the character and User are biologically related.

5. I do not enable proxies!

6. If you're sending in a genderbend request PLEASE provide art of the genderbent character with it, otherwise the request gets put into my drafts 🙏

Now, there are some exceptions, to rule one and two!

7. I am open to doing AU's, but I don't do modern AU's!

For rule one, the exception is the User being a step-parent, step-child, step-neice/nephew, step-uncle/aunt. OR the User is adopted, or even the character is adopted in some way! But no biological relation.

And for rule two, the exception is that the User can be an animal shifter, demi-human or some other creature that has both a human form, and animalistic form! Ect. Ect.

[nightmare-begins-again]

Why Tumblr Loves Rachel Zegler Despite Her Being a Narcissist

Yup, it finally happened.

So Rachel Zegler outed herself as an insufferable egotist with her arrogant comments, entitlement, and general lack of self-awareness. But somehow, Tumblr still stans her. Why? Because deep down, they love toxic people—just as long as they fit the right identity markers.

Here’s why they defend her under various mental gymnastics and bad-faith logic.

1. They Unironically Embrace the Halo Effect (Face Card Means Being a Bitch is Okay)

If you’re pretty and vaguely “alt”-looking, Tumblr will excuse anything.

"Face card never declines!" – Zegler has sharp, conventionally attractive features, which means she can act like a brat and still be seen as “iconic.”

Hot girl privilege means never being accountable – If she was ugly, they’d roast her into oblivion, but her being pretty protects her from criticism.

Beauty means she MUST be misunderstood – Instead of being a smug narcissist, she’s just a poor, bullied princess who doesn’t owe anyone prettiness.

They pretend they hate mean girls but actually idolize them – The "mean girls" aesthetic is alive and well, but now it's dressed in feminism and self-love jargon.

2. Revenge Against Whites by Proxy via Snow White Sabotage

A chunk of Zegler’s support isn’t even about her—it’s about hating white people.

They hate Disney, but they love that she ruined a white-coded property – Her disrespect for Snow White isn’t a flaw—it’s revenge.

Destroying a European fairytale is seen as “progress” – They don’t actually want good representation; they want to rewrite history to make certain groups mad.

Hating old Disney movies is Tumblr’s personality – They despise femininity unless it’s edgy or rebellious. Since Snow White is classic femininity, Zegler’s mockery is a win.

"Cry more, racists!" – Even if she flopped the movie, her attitude alone made them feel victorious over imaginary bigots.

3. They Aren't Against Toxic People (They Just Want Diverse Toxicity)

Tumblr never hated narcissists. They just wanted more narcissists who look like them.

They spent years romanticizing abusive women – Every single problematic woman gets excused if she’s hot, diverse, and mean in a Tumblr-core way.

"She’s not toxic, she’s a diva!" – The same behavior that made them hate white actresses suddenly becomes iconic when it comes from someone Latina.

They hate mainstream beauty standards—until it benefits their faves – They’ll rip apart white actresses for being too perfect, but Zegler’s beauty is seen as a “W for brown girls.”

They just want to replace mean white girls with mean minorities – They don’t want to end toxicity; they want their own clique of bullies in charge.

4. Shallow Levels of Subversiveness

Zegler isn’t actually subversive—she just pretends to be. That’s enough for Tumblr.

She talks in Tumblr Buzzwords™ – Saying “I don’t owe prettiness” while still capitalizing off being pretty is peak fake empowerment.

She acts like she’s standing up for something, but it’s all for clout – They don’t care that she’s just as performative as every other celebrity.

"Men hate women like her!" – That’s all it takes to get Tumblr’s approval. They don’t care about character, just if bad men dislike you.

She gives them the illusion of rebellion – Even though she’s just a rich, spoiled actress, they treat her like she’s a punk-rock underdog fighting "the system."

5. They're Malignant Narcissists Too (Hiding Behind Anonymous Accounts)

Deep down, they see themselves in her.

They excuse her behavior because they act the same way – They also think being rude = being empowered.

She’s what they wish they could be – A hot, narcissistic bully with the ability to be a brat and still get rewarded.

They’re obsessed with moral superiority but lack self-awareness – Just like Zegler, they believe their toxicity is justified while everyone else’s is evil.

They use fake activism to shield their narcissism – They see her doing it and want the same privilege.

Final Thoughts?

Rachel Zegler isn’t some misunderstood feminist icon. She’s just a shallow, egotistical brat who figured out how to manipulate online progressives into defending her.

Tumblr doesn’t actually care about decency or accountability. They just want a mean girl who fits their aesthetic, and they’ll excuse anything if it pisses off the right people. Though you'll never see them embrace this with their real name.

There are so many other great actresses that have talking points that stand up for minority groups, that get ignored because they aren't conventionally attractive enough. Just seems Tumblr only gives a shit about the ones that might've bullied them in high school. Probably because they want to be the next Zegler. Which is too bad. The world needs less Zeglers.

[mariacallous]

A number of Western officials and security agencies have recently warned of the growing challenges posed by Russian hybrid warfare. This threat is not new, of course. The Kremlin has long been engaged in acts of hybrid aggression against the West, with information warfare playing a central role in Moscow’s efforts to destabilize its democratic adversaries. With geopolitical tension now rising amid a jockeying for position ahead of anticipated Ukraine peace talks in early 2025, Russian information attacks look set to intensify.  

It is important to acknowledge that Russian information warfare is highly innovative and continues to evolve at a rapid pace. Russia’s information offensives initially focused on the Kremlin’s own media platforms such as RT and Sputnik, but these outlets have proven relatively easy to identify, discredit, and restrict. In recent years, Russia has increasingly sought to promote its narratives via partners and proxies, as the recent scandal involving prominent US podcasters highlighted.

The pioneering use of social media troll farms to fuel divisions and distort public opinion remains a major component of Russian information warfare. In addition, the Kremlin engages in the large-scale creation of fake websites mimicking prominent news outlets, adding a veneer of credibility to Russian disinformation. 

Russian narratives are also evolving. In 2022, the Kremlin’s attempts to depict Ukraine as a Nazi state largely failed to connect with international audiences, who struggled to understand how a country with a popularly elected Jewish president and no far-right presence in government could be in need of “de-Nazification.” Instead, Moscow has turned its attention to promoting the decline of the West and the need for a new multipolar world order.

Through a wide variety of traditional and digital media initiatives, the Kremlin has sought to highlight economic problems in Europe and North America, while pushing the idea of growing Western public dissatisfaction over issues such as identity politics and minority rights. Meanwhile, Russia positions itself as a bastion of traditional family values, social stability, and conservatism. This has struck a chord with alienated segments of society throughout the West.  

The Global South is currently a priority front in Russia’s information war. With the invasion of Ukraine leaving Russia isolated from the West, the Kremlin has reoriented its foreign policy toward the non-Western world. In its messaging to audiences across the Global South, Russia plays on historical resentment at centuries of Western colonialism and portrays itself as a fellow victim of the West. Despite Russia’s long history of imperial aggression and openly imperialistic ambitions in Ukraine, Putin has sought to win over audiences in Africa, Asia, and South America by posing as a defender against Western imperialism. 

It would be foolish to dismiss Russia’s anti-imperial messaging as absurd. Older generations across the Global South are often aware of the role played by the Soviet Union in the decolonization movement that followed World War II. Others have little knowledge of the imperial ambitions underpinning the Russian invasion of Ukraine, and tend base their opinions on Putin primarily on his opposition to the West. This is helping to shape the geopolitical outlook throughout the Global South and is creating a range of foreign policy challenges for the West that expand far beyond the Russian invasion of Ukraine.   

Another key element of the Kremlin’s disinformation campaign is the claim that NATO enlargement represents a direct security threat to the Russian Federation and is the real cause of the war in Ukraine. This argument resonates loudly with international audiences suspicious of the West’s dominant role in world affairs. While other Russian attempts to justify the invasion of Ukraine have fallen flat, attempts to blame NATO have proved highly effective.

In reality, Putin seems well aware that NATO doesn’t pose a threat to Russia. Tellingly, he raised no serious objections in 2022 when neighboring Finland and Sweden announced their intention to join the alliance, despite the fact that this would more than double Russia’s NATO borders and transform the strategically crucial Baltic Sea into a NATO lake. Indeed, he has since withdrawn most Russian troops from the country’s Finnish frontier. Evidently, Putin’s expansionist foreign policy reflects his opposition to Ukrainian independence rather than any artificial fears over NATO expansion. 

Putin’s NATO narrative may not stand up to scrutiny, but it is likely to play an important role in any upcoming peace talks, with Russia currently pushing for an end to NATO enlargement and a firm commitment to permanent Ukrainian neutrality. This would be potentially disastrous for international security. A neutral Ukraine would be highly vulnerable to further Russian aggression and eventual occupation. Meanwhile, rising anti-NATO sentiment in the US and elsewhere risks undermining transatlantic cooperation and fostering isolationism.

The West must trend carefully when attempting to confront Russian disinformation. Crucially, any efforts to moderate content on social media or impose restrictions on even the most openly propagandistic of platforms invites accusations of censorship. With this in mind, Western governments must walk a fine line as they seek to protect themselves against the Kremlin’s information warfare while safeguarding freedom of expression.  

Given the transnational nature of the modern information landscape, international cooperation is essential when attempting to combat Russian disinformation. Looking ahead, the Western response should include the creation of collaborative task forces, real-time intelligence sharing, and coordinated efforts to sanction state and private actors. Western policymakers must also match the Kremlin in terms of versatility and innovation if they wish to keep their countries safe in an increasingly complex and interconnected information environment. Putin’s Russia has demonstrated the importance of the information front in modern warfare. It is time for the West to catch up.

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protective fearsome five

The fearsome five are in agreement over being protective over one single matter that unites them all.

Darkwing Duck's secret identity.

They all know how he is, where he lives, Negaduck most importantly, but he doesn't do it, because only a supervillain with a death wish would do that and mark the end of an entertaining challenge. Not his exact words in his shouting over whether he looks like that kind of duck. This public revelation will also make crime fighting harder with tourists coming to the house at odd hours.

For example, should there be a villain who discovers the secret identity by putting one and one together regarding Drake Mallard entering one place then Darkwing exiting. He or she or they, whichever. Bushroot will be the first one to learn of it via a plant. He will inform the others about this sudden news break.

Bushroot will attempt to take care of the problem himself by infecting the threat with some infectious weed that will grow in the blood vessels of the threat. He will fail because Darkwing always wins and Spike saw it as cruel.

Negaduck will throw them into a cake that has a temporal displacement equipment within. The threat will return. Negaduck will set them down a criminal route then let them be taken in to prison until Splatter Phoenix stops it under the mistaken belief it's a bank truck after Megavolt reminds him there are criminals in prison who really want Darkwing Duck to suffer.

Megavolt will attempt to do the deed but will falter because he forgot what he is charging for or he will fail because of Darkwing Duck's heroism with Launchpad's help.

The Liquidator will attempt to take care of this problem himself by setting up a campaign against them by a hired proxy. Bringing up messy things that was done. Bringing up mental health history. Slandering them so no one believes them when the announcement is done.

It fails because of Darkwing Duck pulling an event about how the criminal or the threat has changed for the better.

The fearsome five will be in a state of despair that their goody two shoes isn't quite aware this entire targeting is for a very good reason and he just won't listen to them. He won't listen or is in denial about it and they can't pick which. Looking at him in disappointment that he's making the wrong choice all while he is so happy about it and smug.

They're looking at him like he's a dead man. Something that Launchpad notices and makes a comment of.

Quackerjack will brandish a shot gun after the fact, deciding to take one for the team, he's no psychopath, it's a hard decision to make but easy to carry out because in his words 'there's no fun without a playmate'. to do the deed himself when mulling it over with Mr Banana Brain. Without telling anyone else.

Darkwing Duck is the best thing that has happened to the city and he is the only duck that every supervillain apart from the fearsome five fights over. He is what the city needs.

Darkwing is considered the gold standard of treating supervillains as supervillains rather than clowns.

Quackerjack will enter the place of residence within the equivalent of a Amazon prime box, he will burst out, and do the deed successfully with 'IT'S PLAYTIME!'