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a-pretty-nerd · 3 years

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Tomura Shigaraki x AllMight!Daughter!Reader

Chapter 10

Premis:

When The League of Villains discovers that AllMight has a daughter, they are quick to snatch you up and hold you hostage. Shigaraki had a careful and thought out plan, but that was before you got there. Now you’re in the mood for some not-so-healthy rebellion.

A/N:

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Word count: 1,818

Warnings: Minor violence

Chapter 9 Chapter 11

Loud announcement after loud announcement blasted from the speakers as the police spoke. Repeating the same few sentences over and over again. His stomach turned as anxiety took hold of him. Izuku Midoriya stood nearly a block away from the scene as he watched. He and Bakugou were given orders to sit on the perimeter and wait in case they were needed. Having experienced The League before, their assistance was helpful. But everyone was hoping it wouldn't be needed. For now, everyone's top priority was you. Bakugou huffed in frustration, folding his arms across his chest as he watched.

"I don't get it. We should just round them up while we still can. If we don't act fast, they'll slip out of our hands again." He growled.

"Arrest isn't our top priority right now. The hostage's safety is. We can't risk any harm coming to her. You know that." Midoriya answered. The blonde scoffed and spoke again after a long pause.

"I still can't believe it."

"Believe what?"

"That he has a daughter. You'd think he would have mentioned something like that by now. After all these years. Especially one with such a strong quirk."

"Yeah...I don't have kids of my own so, I don't know much about that but...It's odd isn't it? That he never mentioned her. Not even to us." Bakugou thought for a moment.

"Maybe it was the mom. Maybe she kept it that way. We don't know much about her."

"No...that doesn't sit right. Her mom seems intense, sure. But that's his daughter. I don't know about you, but if I had a kid like her, I wouldn't be able to stop talking about her. So, it doesn't make sense why someone like him..."

"They were young, right? About our age?"

"That's right."

"Think about it. If you and Ururaka got pregnant right now, what do you think would happen?"

"Thats different, she's a hero too-"

"No. Really. Think about it. If she told you tomorrow you were gonna have a kid, how would you feel?" Midorya thought for a moment.

"Scared, I guess."

"Would you slow down your hero work? After everything you've done, all the work you've put into this. Would you risk it all to be a proper father? And what about her? Would Ururaka be okay putting her life on hold for that kid? I doubt it."

"I see what you're saying. But that still doesn't explain why we're just finding out about her now."

"I'm sure he was just trying to protect her from shit like this happening. It's clear he still cares for her. It was probably his was of keeping her safe. As messed up as that is."

"I studied All Might my entire life. Became his successor and student. And still...I feel like I never really knew him until now."

"Mh."

"You're still my most valuable player. You're staying right here." Shigaraki's voice purred as his grip tightened around your arm. Pulling you closer to him. You felt your blood quickly rush up to your cheeks. The hot feeling coursing through your veins. You heard the loud squeak of a chair shifting across the floor. Your quirk unwittingly being activated. He ignored the sound, his deep red eyes glaring into yours as his scarred brow bone curved over them in a tight scowl. His eyes, so brilliant and full of passion. You were lost in them. Time always seemed to stop when he did this.

"Boss! We gotta get out of here! We can't fight them all!" Spinner shouted, tearing those eyes away from you. How long had he been starring at you? Was he just as lost as you? You were doubtful. If he was lost in anything, it was probably his rage. His grip on you loosened, slowly dropping your arm almost like he was reluctant to.

"The truck. Is the truck ready?"

"Yes, but I doubt we can get out of here without being caught."

"Of course not. That's why we'll need a distraction. Until then we need time. Toga, the phone, quick." She jumped at the command. Grabbing a smartphone of hers and quickly adjusting it to film. Shigaraki's hands quickly found your body again. But they weren't nearly as harsh as last time, just firm. Man handling you to appear threatening. One hand coming around your neck from behind to display his fingers, and the other around your arm. He pressed you against his body.

"Filming!" Toga shouted.

"You heroes should know better than to just barge into such a delicate situation. The conditions are simple. Make one wrong move, and the girl is dust. I'll even leave her in a pretty little urn for you, hehehe, All Might."

"Cut! Edit and send to the heroes right?"

"And social media, anything to get it on the news. Dabi, Twice, is there a way for you to contact our friends on the outside?"

"But boss! They have us tapped! They'll be prepare for our escape!" Twice shouted.

"They've planned for it already. We've lost the element of surprise. We need results."

"Shigaraki?" You croaked.

"What!?" He shouted in your ear. You winced, holding your free had up to tap at his wrist around your neck.

"Could you, loosen up a bit?" He swiftly pulled his hands away from you. Watching you gently cough and regain your breath.

"We're not, really going to kill her, are we?" Toga pulled her attention away from her phone and shuffled closer to you. Turning to be in-between you and Shigaraki, almost to protect you from being grabbed again.

"No. Not if we plan to get out of here." He and turned sat down on the couch, his hands coming up to rub against his sore neck. Toga patted your back.

"You alright there? You're burning up. You're not sick are you?"

"No...No Im fine."

"You sure?"

"I'm fine. Thank you, Toga." It made her smile to hear you say that.

"Don't worry. Tomura's smart. He'll get us out safe, you'll see." You smiled back at her.

"I'm sure. But somehow I doubt I'll see you again. So, if this is goodbye-"

"Don't say that!" Toga shouted. "We're gonna stick together. Remember? I promised you I wouldn't let anyone hurt you!" You starred at her with wide eyes as your heart raced in your chest. A loud flutter.

"But, Toga."

"But nothing, friends stick together, right?" You nodded. "Then that settles it! We're taking her with us, aren't we guys?" Confused faces looked up at the two of you. "Well?"

"Uh- Sure." Spinner shrugged.

"Hell No - Alright!" Twice shouted.

"Heh, alright." Dabi chuckled.

"Tomura?" Toga called the absent-minded man.

"Huh?"

"We're taking her with us, right? She's one of us now!" Toga reached for your hand and curled her fingers between yours. Shigaraki looked up at her, his eyes lost in thought. "Tomura!" She scolded him like a little sister. He blinked a few times, shaking his attention to you.

"Are you, Y/L/N? Are you one of us?" You froze for a moment. No. Of course not. You're not a villain. You're not like these people! You're a heroes' kid! You're not evil! You're a good person!

You opened your mouth to speak, an overwhelming cacophony of thoughts keeping you from answering. For the first time in your entire life, you had been cared for in a way you never had before. No longer reliant on a bottle of pills to function properly. No longer forced to be productive. No pressure to be anything special. You could grow here. You could be yourself here. The room buzzed with energy at the activation of your quirk. Your emotional state boiling to a head, you opened your mouth to answer but before you could speak-

The building began to shake underneath you. You were thrown to the floor, eyes darting everywhere in search for the cause. The sound of explosions blasted above you, while what sounded like a bulldozer echoed below.

"Damn it! They're coming from both ends!" Dabi announced, gaining his balance to perform a ready stance before his blue flames emerged.

"C'mon Shigaraki! What do we do!" Twice shouted as he clung onto the man's forearm. The rest of you inching closer and closer to each other.

The blasts above became louder and louder until it became evident it was right above. Your stomach turned as you came to the realization. Before the order left his lips you had reached for a table across the room and brought it up above your small group for protection.

"Y/L/N!" Just in time for it to deflect the shrapnel of drywall that burst from the explosion above. Suddenly the floor below gave way, sending the six of you falling through the open air. There were supposed to be several floor to the building, but thanks to the hero, Deku, flimsy walls of the already rotting building had been quickly demolished within seconds.

You watched yourself fall, your hand desperately reaching for anything to hold on to. Failing and plummeting down with the rest of them. You watched as the DynaMight emerged from the smoke above to watch you with a satisfied grin plastered over his face.

The cries of the others behind you filled your ears. Why wasn't this hero doing something? Why wasn't he jumping to catch you? To catch the others? Is going to let you fall to your deaths? You can't let him do that! Quick- Quick- your quirk- catch them!

After a few attempts at activation in your panic, you were able to catch the others in the air. Just before their bodies hit the concrete of the building basement. Dropping them down from a safe few feet. The fall was uncomfortable, but a relief to you and the others that you could work so quickly.

But your success was short-lived as the building trembled and quaked with another explosion. You looked up just in time to watch what was left of the old hide out to come crashing down around you. Leaving you trapped in the basement, in complete darkness.

"THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?" A familiar shriek echoed in Bakugou and Midoriya's ear pieces. They both jolted at the painful intrusion. Your mother, having just stolen a police walky talky huffed on the other end.

"Our apologies ma'am but they're fine. I saw it with my own eyes. They're just trapped under debris. Everything is going according to plan." Midoriya reassured.

"Ac- ACCORDING TO PLAN!? You mean to tell me, young man, that you intended to trap my daughter in with her KIDNAPPERS, WHO THREATENED TO KILL HER!?" She spat, understandably.

"If they wanted her dead by now, she would be. Shigaraki doesn't play games unless it's necessary. Trust me." Bakugou barked.

"So now what? We just wait until this psychopath decays his way loose?"

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troop52 · 3 years

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do u !!! have any character theme songs for the troop boys? Like any songs you think really fits them (and why u think it fits)?

THATS A GREAT QUESTION!!

Before I get into it Im going to plug this collaborative Troop Playlist on Spotify, feel free to add onto it!! Continuing with my picks

I think a lot of the songs I associate with The Troop in general are just because I happened to listen to them around the same time I got into the book in the first place (So they could only be tangentially related BUT only if you squint hard) Example: Drunk by The Living Tombstone, cant really tie it into the story but in my mind its linked Some better, more fitting songs under the cut (Side note its LONGGG IM SORRY... Also its all YouTube links because some of these arent on Spotify :'^()

Disclaimer -Like 95% of my choices arent really a "These lyrics match up exactly 1 to 1" but more of an overall "the vibe/general idea its trying to capture lines up" type thing. If that makes sense.

Its Alright by Jack Stauber: Kind of self explanatory, I think its a perfect song for these guys. From "It's alright, I'm here, Everything's alright, Feels weird but calm, I wanna hear It's alright" to the whole sound of it- its all great. Equal parts distressing and sad with an almost eerie calmness to it. Despite it all theyre gonna be alright, right?

The Second Little Piggy by Worthikids: Another one that I think is sort of self explanatory- at least with the chorus. "If my brain turns to mush, If the shit hits the fan, Will you be my friend?" Kind of the falling apart of everything, specifically their relationships, in light of the incident.

Poor George by James Supercave: Another case of "listened to at the same time I read the book" BUT I was actually making a Troop PMV script with that song. I never finished it but maybe Ill revisit it... just for you

Cold Summer by Le Matos ft Computer Magic: I dont even think this takes place in the summer but the VIBES and also it came from Summer of 84, which is another good piece of murder boy media.

Treehouse by Alex G ft Emily Yacina: This is a Eef and Max type of song because they are bffs and thats final. Basic song because Im not creative, but I think its a nice heart to heart theyd have (with Eef doing the talking)

Fifteen Minuets by Nick Krol: On the flipside heres a song that goes with Eef and Maxs friendship fracturing, once again more from Eefs side than Maxs. THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGGG

As far as songs for the boys as individuals hmmm thats a good one that I havent thought about as much...

MAX + The Ghosts by The Real Tuesday Weld: That survivors guilt... lyrics arent like a perfect match but I think it gets that sort of hollow feeling across. Hes haunted man... + Final Girl by Electric Youth: Ok its a little funny because har har Final Girl Trope but I mean HE IS ONE. ANd dont look at me its a nice song- "Others were gone, and you kept going on, You know they never really noticed, you were always different, One by one, They're all done, And you're the last one standing" + Going Grazy by Lonesome Wyatt and the Holy Spooks: HONESTLY this could go for all the characters but Im tagging it onto Max because hes the one who has to deal with the aftermath of losing everyone (sorry survivors guilt Max again </3) "Everyone's saying my mind is unsound, 'Cause I always see you when you aren't around" "They're gonna wrap me in a jacket of white, And lock me away in a room without light" is what cements it as a Max song for me

EEF + The Existential Threat by Sparks: Once again starting sad, I link this one specifically to his paranoia about the worms- especially with lines like "Can't they see the existential threat is on its way". Kind of exasperated no one else can see the danger (he thinks) hes in. + Wrecking Ball by Mother Mother: I know I know its basic but I cant help it!!! Eef anger issues arc we are shaking hands me too + Haunted by Laura Les: Eef struggles with people seeing him as "just like his father" and I think we can get some good angst out of this track if we keep that in mind. Especially the back half of the song with lyrics like "Do you think I'm frightening?" and "Mirrors shatter when I'm passing, broken glass and crashing" since he is just a reflection of his dad (to others at least). Also song good.

KENT + Goodbye Mr A by The Hoosiers: Mfw the disillusionment with authority sets in. I think the vibe fits when he had that little epiphany about how adults are fucked- not perfect but it gets the idea across me thinks. + I'm Gonna Win by Rob Cantor: Ties into his need to "win" aka be the best at everything, be in charge, all that jazz! Hell do whatever it takes to be successful, even if it hurts. That was a little emo + Toba the Tura by Forgive Durden ft Chris Conley: Not to be emo again but "They say you're gifted, well I just see a scared kid. They must have flipped it, your skills are latent. O, you snuffed the glow. Replaced it with coals. Threw away the throne... This mess that you've made, it's a six-foot grave. It's a home for your lonesome bones that remain. We'll disappear, but you'll stay here to rot" AND SO ON AND SO FOURTH representing his fall after it was revealed he was sick. He was referred to as "the uncrowned king" and was on top of the world but then POOF that all crumbled and it was made out that he basically deserved what happened to him. It would be fun to make a pmv of him with this song (Simplifying my thoughts a bit because Ive already written a LOT)

NEWT + I Earn My Life by Lemon Demon: Ok a little Kentcore but Im actually having a hard time coming up with songs for Newton so here we are, they can share. Newt existential crisis moment time I guess + Know How by The Crane Wives: POV Newt struggles with going through with the plans he makes to keep everyone safe (stopping Max from touching Kent, going back into the cabin, etc) "I am not brave, I am not brave, I keep my focus on what is safe, You drew a line, made up your mind, And now I'm struggling to realize" And also maybe struggling with his place in the group and as a person in general- all that living through his cousin thing. "I gotta wrap my head around, What my heart is telling me, I've been trying to drown it out, Just because I know what I am, I am supposed to do now, Doesn't mean I know, Doesn't mean I know how" + On The Outside by Oingo Boingo: Idk man. Hes on the outside lookin in!! Loner nerd!! Its ok though, we still love him

SHEL + Bad Blood by Creature Feature: The lyrics speak for themselves: "I can guarantee I will do evil things, The only way that you can stop me now, Is if you put me in the ground, Somewhere I'll never be found" + Frontier Psychologist by The Avalanches: Hinges on the fact that the principal or whoever was like "Your sons a freak" and Shels mom was like "HES PERFECTLY FINE" while Shelley was like dismembering an animal or something + Johnny by American Murder Song: The songs good but theres this ONE LYRIC that sucks so the link provided is an edited version and also a lovely Warriors oc video I think you should all enjoy and support <3 Anyway Shel would be Johnny I could see this song being a scene in the book. Field trip to Shels house and they find his murder garden

If anyone wants more for Im not opposed to making another post :^)

#SORRY THIS TOOK A BIT #I had to use my brainpower and I am very easily distracted #max kirkwood #ephraim elliot #kent jenks #newton thornton #shelley longpre #the troop #the troop nick cutter

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darthbecky726 · 3 years

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Bad Batch 1x01 spoilers

I've never done something like this before, but I figured I'd start. Reactions to the first episode of The Bad Batch. (This ended up being a lot longer than I intended, but whatever)

Spoilers under the cut

Red logo burning away starts strong

Yay narrator dude!!

Feels like clones wars

Animated rots scenes!!

And what grevious did after the rots beginning

HOLY SHIT DEPA!!!!!

And caleb right???

And we're in

Omg who voiced young caleb bc it sounds a lot like fpj but aged down and he def doesn't sound like the 14 I know he was when this happened

I like how we started out on familiar characters but not ahsoka or anyone from tcw. We started w young kanan and his master and we know what happened to them and all but if anyone watching hasn't seen rebels they wouldn't be lost as to who caleb and depa are, they'd just assume they're random jedi in o66

Good ol droid screaming as it falls off a cliff

Wow. Them.

I love crosshair

And wrecker

And tech

And echo

And hunter

B1's are so dumb

Lmao the salt from hunter

I feel like depas forehead pearls are a bit unrealistically large but I have no cultural standpoint to really know so...

Caleb's voice is too deep in the same way that jack frost from rotg's voice doesn't match his character model

Ah wrecker not really knowing what she means and echo, the one who has been trained to deal w people and hung out w ani and obi is just like 'thanks general'

Obes kenobes mention

Why is echo so pale

Depa and caleb feel a little too pale too tbh I wonder if it's the lighting or the whitewashing

Wow caleb is a lot like ezra, I can see why kanan wanted to train him lol

Is this what separates caleb and depa, leading to her telling him to run??? Do I need to read dume???

Oh no

Noooooooooo

Bb didn't get the order!

Oh caleb nooooo! Nooooooo they didn't receive that order, they can help you!!!

And he's gone

Oh I need an au where caleb stayed with bb and they helped him after depa died

Hunter sounds so much like rex it's weird like ik they're supposed to sound the same but it feels like wrecker is replacing rex or something. Even tho ik rex's story is over for the time being

Crosshair, no! Don't shoot at him! He's baby

Oh no did crosshair get o66???? It didn't seem to trigger anything in any of the rest of them, but is crosshair close enough to 'reg' for it to have triggered???

😭😭good soldiers follow orders

"sure thing, boss" "hey hunter got a sitch"

Crosshair acting sus

Oh I love watching padawans fight, they're so good!!

I hope that hit to the tree did a lil cognitive recalibration for crosshair, he was acting crazy

Caleb looks so scared!! He just watched his master get gunned down by his friends and now strange clones are trying to kill him/confusing him

Oh caleb

Oh no crosshair don't try to kill him!! Hunters trying to help!

Also hunter doesn't sound as much like rex w the helmet off, but it's weird bc most of the clones are distinguishable by voice even w helmets on. I guess it's the 'im in charge' voice

Star wars if caleb had gone w the bb

Oh hunter u sly dog lying to crosshair so he doesn't go after him. U gotta figure out why crosshair responded to o66 and no one else in ur unit did

Oh crosshair knows he's been lied to

I will always love coming-out-of-hyperspace shots

Ooh kamino, always nice this time of year

Echo is done w wrecker

Why hasn't crosshair taken his helmet off yet, lil bit sus

They better get his chip out on kamino, I don't wanna deal w this

Oof hunter

Oh who’s that, giving me cloud city vibes

Extreme cloud city vibes wow

Never realized how many clones are just on kamino

Coruscant guard?!?! FOX?!?!

The vibes here, omg

‘The war is over’ wow

Oh no who was that

A female jedi, doesn’t appear to be shaak, couldn’t see any montrals but never know, we don’t officially know how or where she died

Ok wow none of the bb has their helmets on except for crosshair, who got the order. The regs around kamino all have their helmets on. That scene in victory and death when ahsoka took rex’s helmet off-

And crosshair, he’s actins strange too

Oh tech, do u guys get bullied by regs a lot??

I love their barracks

Lol he finally took his helmet off only to stick a toothpick in his mouth, can he get anymore cliched?

Wrecker is seeming a lot more infantilized than he was in the s7 eps...

Yeah crosshair’s being sus

Ooh, he shifted his toothpick

Lmao ‘what programming’

Well documented my ass

Tech’s speech patterns are so stiff and robotic, it’s like he has to remind himself to talk in basic instead of binary or some shit

Tech throwing shade at crosshair

I can’t quite tell if we’re supposed to like crosshair at this point

Lmao we been knew

Oop ‘more machine than man’ the vader parallels are serving folks

Understatement.

Ugh sheev

Crusty ass bitch

Straight from rots wow

Who is the mystery child and why does he look mandalorian

Ooh he gone

Oh no, the beninning of the empire

Cheering?? Why?!?

That imperial march fade in tho

Thank you echo

Oh shit mystery child is female

Omega, I would not have guessed the pronunciation of your name by reading it wow

She def seems mandalorian

Ugh kaminoans

Oh the kaminoan pronounced it as it usually is, huh.

Omega’s character model def seems more masculine than female, I now headcanon her as trans

Ugh tarkin, I hate that crusty bitch

Empire politics ugh

I love how much shade is being thrown at tarkin and his stormtrooper proposal lmao

Why do all these clones have the standard haircut?? ik them boys like their variety, even if these boys are still under o66′s programming

Wrecker you’re being extremely loud

They’re all being loud in the mess, why

They remember, kid

Lol child

Oh my sweet summer children

The dad instinct was clearly passed genetically from jango lol all these clones got it

Why are background characters so mean? What about it, shiny? Why is ur hair regulation, reg??

The Sad Batchn omg the slander

Lol the food fight I’ve read about in the fics, its finally happening!

Is she.... australian??

The over-animation of character movements in this is reminding me of the looser style of rebels, as opposed to the more clunky style of tcw

Lmao he’s still got food on him

Food fight!!

‘Not again’???!!! Echo!! Wdym not again?! Food fights have happened before?!?? Wait. W bb or w torrent, bc I can see torrent having food fights on the resolute-

Crosshair’s just eating his food until someone messes

I like how echo still has his kamas

Oh no echo!!

Oh echo’s trauma, he doesn’t trust medical droids! Where’s kix when u need him, huh?

Lol, comically long name for a robot trope is alive and well, huh

Lmao the droid lowers his voice like ik this is a perceived bad thing, but I will not tolerate this slander, boys u need to get off kamino

‘The shock’ lmao whyyy

Lmao tech!!

Oh, echo recognized tarkin from the citadel!

‘When you blew up’ lmao

Oh they make me sad

Aaaaah fox!

Man the domino squad nostalgia

Those droids look cool

This is a neat scene, I like seeing them in action

Wrecker reminding me of hevy, but he’s got the training and success to back it up

Live fire???? No!!

Ugh I hate tarkin

Oh no wtecker

Did he just get shot!???!

Oh no crosshair, be careful!

Tarkin’s trying to kill them!!!

Lol wrecker I love you

Echo using his mech hand as a weapon, truly an arc

Now I wanna see what happened on felucia

I like how tech’s just sitting on the droid’s shoulders

And hunter just had a knife

These boys, I love them

Oh no tech bby

Hot damn that was cool

Wrecher things so too lmao

Tarkin’s like “why didn’t that work??’

Oh new baby clones

No tf they could not, they would never serve the empire and those bitches

I love that they have a window apartment lol

Ugh tarkin u shifty

They all stand at attention, only after glaring at tarkin

Oh no onderon

I hate tarkin, he’s a bitch

How quickly could bitch lord and darth sad have replaced the armory on kamino??

Crosshair still acting sus

Neither does echo, kid

No.

I like omega.

Crosshair, with the sassy hand on the hip-

What does that even mean?? Or elude to??

Lmao tech messing w wrecker, they rlly r bros

Its prob the vegetation

Oh, I missed onderon, but not this much

Lol the put-upon sigh

Its clearly saw and his rebels

Saw! Looking sharp, what’s w the hair....

That’s a very geometric beard, saw

They didn’t kill any jedi!

That’s not what happened, tech

‘The clones’ bitch that was rex and ahsoka, check urself

Aw, I’ve always like the design of imperial probe droids

Thank you, echo

It seems like crosshair’s o66 programming and his mutation are warring w his morals

Lmao the shade

I knew she was an enhanced clone!

Oh, so she is (at least on paper) trans! She’s a clone of jango, and yet she’s female! That must be her modification, but it makes me wonder why

Lol *flicks toothpick*

Aw, they have a picture of themselves! Recent-ish, too, its got echo!

Oh no, AZI!

The difference between them arriving earlier and now, the lack of escort...

Creepy how they had to open the hanger door themselves

Oh no! Everyone!

The coruscant guard, I wish they had gotten better

Tarkin u dramatic bitch

‘The brig’ this ain’t some tallship

Lol echo that shade

Their blacks are different from the ones seen in the past

Crosshair, stop being a bitch

Oh, I don’t like that phrase!! And the fact that crosshair screamed it in echo’s face makes me uneasy. Did rex fill echo in on why fives died?? I hope so...

Crosshair, ur chip hurting??

This child, I like her.

No! Don’t hit hunter!

No crosshair!!!!

I dislike this immensly

So they do still have inhibitor chips!

Tarkin you monster

Oh poor crosshair

ihatethisihatethisihatethis

Lol tech I love you

Wrecker you sweet pea

Lol that’s adorable

I love how they form a “wall” its so suspicious

He was about to say that, omega

Aaww, echo protective boi

Wrecker shut up tf

That was cool

Sneaky bois

This reminds me of rex and ahsoka sneaking around in v&d

Echo runs so stupid

Oh no they winter soldier’d him!

If he says who the hell is crosshar, I will lose my shit

Yes, he has. They took it from him.

The toothpick

I wonder how they’re gonna get crosshair back to normal

Not good that they nabbed the sniper

Oh, crosshair shot him in the same place he got hit during training!

Ooh, a kaminoan on their side!

I hope omega doesn’t die

Poor trigger etiquette, crosshair

Wonder if omega has any speciality training

They’re just gonna leave him there!?!?!?!?!

Nooooooooooo!!!!!!!

Omega reminds me of young boba

Oh, so its in her dna

Go back for crosshair!!

Holy fucking shit that was amazing! I didn’t expect it to be that long, but I’m not complaining! This ended up being a lot longer than I anticipated, but I don’t feel like cutting anything out, so sorry for the long post but at least I put it under a cut.

#bad batch spoilers #bad batch #spoilers #star wars #long post #play by play #sw #becky's fandom rambles

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sukirichi · 3 years

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read the new chapters and aAAACKKKKK BESTIE???

y/n - ‘I was born to make everyone’s life a living hell’ maam this LINE?! JAW DROPPED, TIME STOPPED being insecure all her life and wanting to live up to the expectations to her dad just to have that sliver of attention from him, that sentence gives us a glimpse on how little she felt despite being accomplished, rather successful actually because she always cleans her boss’ mess have a lot of baggage to unpack. and when the secret was confirmed, her anger rejects all of the entity that ties with her past because both her parents deprived her for the things she was supposed to have– becoming greedy to fulfill those. then eventually, somehow, going back to her roots aka being humble after having the talk with her dad. As most of her insecurity started because of him and how she had to be the bigger person for his other family, clearing out the misunderstanding between them brought a sense of peace while she’s settling in the restless turn of events.

and with our main man gojo, this guy, it is not wise to- 😤😤 how can you say you’re engaged after doing the body tango huh? esp when you said you want y/n to be your wife? oh gee and the revelation of his past relationship with mia and how he sees her in y/n is so fucked up. can’t help but think that satoru wanting to marry and be this lovey-dovey with y/n is just him reliving the moments that mia never gave him in the past. and y/n accepting that their current relationship is based on how they’re filling up the cracks in their needs and settling for the sake of familiarity. imagine how deep in love our girl is to keep satoru in her life 💔 im still in it for the second lead agenda

needless to say, everyone here needs a therapy so they can get their shit straight together 🤧🤧 (ノ•̀ o •́ )ノ ~ ┻━┻

BUT i know you mentioned this many times but laywer! naoya all poised and in his best behavior while helping y/n in her new situation has my heart go💕💕 winning lots of cases and is known in his field, he proved that he is both beauty and brains. and the pen spin??? man be pulling those fast spins either to distract or impress the person he is talking to flashing those perfect white pearls wtf now i can’t get that out of my head naoya brain rot 🥵🥵 also celebrity chef! sukuna in charge of all those delicious, exquisite cuisines? imma make myself broke just to taste his masterpiece🥲 ooh but how about him being a michelin star chef and owning a michelin-starred resto?! no doubt, left and right you see this man appearing on some high food magazine on the cover 😊😊 oh oh i also saw that supermodel! choso?? also his face is plastered on magazines AND luxurious advertisements ex. shibuya crossing! where most people be drenched in his glorious presence yea weird shibuya arc ref pls kill me and everyone talks how handsome and intimidating he is while he just have a rbf and only the closest people in his life get to see him drop that front 😌😌

with that in mind, imagine supermodel! choso being a godfather to the baby of y/n?? he would go soft immediately at the sight of the child and would probably love giving lots of branded clothes it will be good enough for more than a year ☺️🥲😭

oh and there is this one scene in chp7 that reminded me of the recent korean movie i watched i dont wanna say it in case you wanna check it out its called sweet and sour and oh god idk why but watching it, mind keeps on prompting your fics 😬😬 maybe bcos i some of your fic always had med related topics and the main actress role there is a nurse. i remember that you’re on your clinic training so maybe thats why 😳oohh pls don’t forget to take breaks and be safe heart and oh ur a psych major too? oh wow hi ig in relation to one actress in the sweet and sour fic, she was also in a kdrama the heirs- which was popular at the time with it being packed with some solid household actors and actresses. sky castle tho, ig it relates to the theme of reckless more because its mostly how parents from the upper class will mindlessly destroy someone’s life to attain their materialistic desires 🤧🙂

this fic, easily in my top 3 ‘heart belongs to who it dictates’ so many twists, so much drama and ANGST! YES BESTIE GIMME THOSE ANGST 🥲😌

i hope you’re doing well nowadays :’)) we need to find gege the best chiropractor to take care of his back, so good that it’ll make naoya respawn to life 🙂 suki i don’t think i’ll get tired of saying how much i love your work that it feels illegal im reading it for free 💔. i don’t really have much to offer, but im wishing you good health and success in your life :’)) aah i’ve mentioned this already but take care always 💕💖😊🥰

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read the new chapters and aAAACKKKKK BESTIE???

needless to say, everyone here needs a therapy so they can get their shit straight together 🤧🤧 (ノ•̀ o •́ )ノ ~ ┻━┻

this fic, easily in my top 3 ‘heart belongs to who it dictates’ so many twists, so much drama and ANGST! YES BESTIE GIMME THOSE ANGST 🥲😌

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y/n becomes a real baddie when she’s pissed off 😫

hmm y/n wasn’t really working hard for her dad’s attention, it was more like she felt so left out and unwanted (she feels unwanted wherever she goes) that she just decided to pack up and support them from afar bcos to her, she’s so alienated in her dad’s family that she felt like she had to work hard to earn a spot in their table. she knows she’s the outsider but she wants to feel like she can be part of them, that she is also a child deserving of love and care, but becos her stepmom focused more on her actual kids and her own dad was too busy with his new family now, it made y/n feel that she had to do something to be worthy of that.

that’s why most of the money she made working in tokyo was still wired to her family; she put her brothers in school and supported them, all because she hoped it would make them accept her more. now, things are different because she finally found her biological family, but even if valeria and co. still don’t want her, y/n is now more focusing on building something that’s truly hers that no one can take away. yes yes, she did become greedy, but more for power than of acceptance. she got to a point she doesn’t care as much vying for her parents’ approval and now thinks her luxury gives her comfort; only because at least she has that much. like she said in the latest chapter, happiness was not what she needed, it was stability and money - all things she lacked before.

and yea she did go back to her roots! all of her issues started with her dad anyway but that part is slowly patching up 🩹💔 oooh actually your theory is right bestie 🧐 gojo found y/n interesting bcos she reminded him of mia, so the more she pushed him away, the more he’s like wait, i’ve been here before, let’s not repeat past mistakes but i can do better now. on the part where gojo talked to mia while she was asleep, notice how he said he’s given a second chance to do better now, all because he couldn’t do them with mia but he could with y/n.

ohhh actually y/n was the one who established that ‘fulfilling mutual need and settling for familiarity instead of being lonely’ type of relationship. gojo avoided her for weeks and he’s pretty settled in keeping his distance, but she was the one who sought him out. deep down, y/n is afraid if she doesn’t at least use him as an anchor to her more humble roots, then she might spiral out of control and end up like valeria, thus using him as a ‘distraction’ but in reality, she needs his comfort to be grounded.

SECOND LEAD AGENDA OMG LETS GOOO 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️ geto the fine fine option.

NO BESTIE MOMENT U MENTIONED LAWYER NAOYA I JUST KNEW I WAS GONNA SCREAM. okay but lawyer! naoya is so fine, i love his character so much bcos he’s a pure bean. originally, i was gonna make him an antagonist but i found he had more potential as a good, supportive character. HIS PEN SPIN HELPPP WHY COULDN’T HE JUST BEEN OUR BABY DADDY 😫 he pulls them fast spins bcos he’s nervous btw HAHAHAHA y/n can be quite intimidating and lawyer! naoya is sometimes too precious.

celebrity chef! sukuna is MEAN! he was pictured after gordon ramsay so lmao. omgggg sukuna being famous not only for his food but also his handsomeness 😳 he gets so cocky over how no one can get in his level while popping a battle of champagne, listening to ‘careless whisper’ while dancing to his reflection in the mirror 😤

also yoo supermodel! choso is THE hot shit 🥵 he’s so famous his schedule is packed for an entire year and a half and those are just for very selected brands and designers! ugh imagine going to work on the subway when you see supermodel! choso with rbf posing sexily and you swoon because he’s so sexy. plot twist that choso doesn’t know how to drive bcos as a kamo family member, they grew up with drivers taking them to and fro, so when his driver got sick and everyone else was busy, supermodel choso takes the subway himself and hides behind a face mask and cap while still wearing extravagant clothes that makes him stand out more. he does not have ‘subtle’ on his book at all.

and yeah people say he’s intimidating but its more his height and build + rbf! in reality, he’s just as soft and sweet as naoya, but both of them go into protective mode when someone they care about is being crapped on. and boy when they DO get into “what did you just say?” mode, better run away 🏃🏻‍♀️ supermodel! choso is also an heir to the kamo empire though not after the business, but he still has enough power to take you down in a second.

meanwhile, lawyer! naoya didn’t become this successful without being so savage yet composed he makes you question your entire existence before he drags you to court. lawyer! naoya is so scarily convincing that he can make you plead guilty even tho you did nothing wrong 💀

aaaah omg supermodel! choso LOVES babies actually! as the eldest child who looked after his brothers bcos the kamo parents are always away for work, being a father figure is so natural to him. i can picture him being the one who cries harder than gojo if the baby is born bcos he’s so excited, then reads poems to the baby before sighing that childbirth is such a beautiful thing 🥺

omg i know sweet n sour, the actresses are one of my faves tho i haven’t watched it yet! oooh they’re a nurse? i didn’t know that 🧐 i actually finish my short training in a week so i’ll be heading on to heavy majoring in psychology! wait bestie are YOU also a psych major 😳💕 oh and i see i see, sky castle *jots that down for future references* reckless actually has lots of significance in terms of the parents’ roles so i’m excited to see that! and aww thank you so much, can’t believe i made it in someone’s top three 🥺💕

HELP AHSKWKW i’m gonna call the best chiropractor in the world and send them gege’s way, i’ll cry a river if that’s what it takes to bring my boo back to life 😭 and noo baby the support already means a lot to me, i’m just happy to indulge in my hobbies and share it wih you all so thank you very much for everything 🥺 please take care of yourself too n have a nice day!! kith MWAH 💕

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #series: reckless #jjk: manga spoilers #anon:🍳

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yievie · 4 years

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whew! what’s up everyone! my name is crissy and yes, i am the clown who sent my account ask on anonymous last night. luv that for me! I GOT A COOL FAMILY ICON IM CRYING!!! now this is yi eun hye, better known as evelyn yi or evie, paging dr. sexy md don’t call her that though, she’ll kill you omg the second eldest princess of the four neglected korean princess sisters aka the mom friend sister or the buzzkill responsible sister.

~`click anywhere here for a link to my app ~

under the cut i’m gonna throw some important personality and background stuff along with maybe? half-formed plot ideas? if not i’ll make a follow up post later, but pls like this plot if you wish to plot, i’ll try to come bother u. my ims are open hmu anytime (also bc im anxious af to b first message bc im BABY) and I ALSO have a discord located at quarantine queen#2918 where i’m usually v v v active. (lmk if u cant add me shoot me a message on here and ill fix it) ok imma shut up here is cranky daughter! ITS LONG SRRY

( pS: also if my blog is too hard to read just stick /mobile on the end of the url xx )

background

the empress and emperor of korea had 5 kids, 4 daughters, 1 pampered son and evie was the second oldest daughter after dianna but like, she’s bossy and high strung and acts like the oldest anywayS so it doesn’t matter!

woo! however, korean tradition is rooted deeply in patriarchy and other backwards thinking, >:(((( so evie’s parents basically pretended like their son was the only kid they had and sent evie and her 3 sisters off to swedish boarding school to ROT as they each turned 10 and forgot abt them while they groomed their son for the throne! thx mom n dad! luv u too! sdjlaksjd

during her time at boarding school evie was expected to not learn much of anything, not do anything spectacular, she wasn’t expected very good grades or to be smart or successful or anything bc that was Men’s Work and so evie did . . . THE EXACT OPPOSITE.

evie EXCELLED in school, straight a’s, top of her class, honors, ap valedictorian, which meant all nighters, nose bleeds at 2am from studying too hard, looking dead walking through the hallways, eating ramen 25/8, falling asleep w her face in her textbooks, getting bullied a lot for being a nerd and Not looking like her sisters and like...the creature from the black lagoon.

her parents, understandably, were not very happy with this but it wasn’t until she wanted to go to medical school that her parents were like FURIOUS. to them, women, esp the princesses, were only supposed to get married, have kids, THAT WAS IT. so evie wanting to be a doctor enraged them. STAY MAD!

they tried to have her engaged SO. MANY. TIMES. but she has a really repellent personality, she’s very kat stratford from 10 things i hate about you. and is rude and states her very liberal very socialist opinions often, dresses sloppy and hurts mens feelings a lot just for fun so they all went rUNNING from those match appointments! her parents literally are losing their minds they don’t know what to do w her theyre like god why did we give birth to the aNTICHRIST!?!?!?

not wanting anything to do with her parents, evie got into college and medical student on scholarship based on her own merit and skill. evie went to the seoul national university for 4 years then did a 2 year residency at the country’s top hospital, becoming one of the best on call heart surgeons there.

the korean media likes to clown on her A LOT! bc shes scary and angry and cares very little abt her appreance is A DOCTOR and not a princess really for the opposite reason they clown on dianna but evie does not really care she doesn’t care abt impressing people, just saving lives and proving people wrong. finger guns

but yes! thats what u missed on glee. evie was a heart surgeon in korea before being shipped off to thailand! shes v salty by the way ... even more than usual.

fun facts?

evie wears massive grandma glasses to see bc shes BLIND when shes in line with her sister people do not think she’s related and are like “OMG OMG THE PRINCESSES!!! BUY WHATEVER U WANT ON THE HOUSE I--oh? maam? uh? can we help u, ahjumma?” HELP

very dry, mean, will call you out on ur shit and hurt ur feelings probably. doesn’t really know how to Chill or have fun, stays out of drama and parties for the most part literally that old man that tells u to get off their lawn

LOVES HER SISTERS!!!! LOVES THEM!!! moms them and nags the FUCK out of them tho abt everything. wear a sweater its cold, drink water, dONT DO THAT GET DOWN FROM THERE, i told u to eat before u drank all that soju pabo!!!! skhaslkfh BUT SHE LOVES THEM VERY MUCH HER WOOOORLD the only people shes kind of nice to

as stated, has tried to been matched up before but has basically scared away all her matches by being A Lot and not polite or dainty and burping probably

her mom calls her all the time to talk abt how shes having a heart attack bc her second daughter is an unmarried, childless, spinster with a cat who is embarrassing her by being a doctor and being loud and obnoxious and outspoken against the royal heirarchy and right wing politics. evie just puts her on mute and lets her keeping yelling at no one for the next hour

loves beer, loves fried chicken, very unladylike, wears oversized sweaters and her hair messy and watches love island australia and the bachelor just to make fun of the people being in love and stupid i think secretly she kind of wants it but...thinks shes unlovable and will die before she says that shh

bisexual legend! cue mr and mrs yi screaming somewhere

not that it matters bc she cares little abt romance and sex and always put work and school before everything so everything touchy like that she either ends abruptly or stays the hell away from

never parties or goes out but when she does get really drunk gets very cute and touchy and happy there is one video on the internet of her like on a table ashdkh yikes

is soft deep down just like *shrek voice* donkey, orges are like onions they have layers and u gotta get past a lot of them for her to get past her level 4 tragic backstory and into the soft, vulnerable part of her personality its nice i promise she is SQUISHY

weird plots???

best friend? im sure she has one somewhere. or friends at all? people who arent scared of her who shes nice to....mostly

enemies woo! hate her its very easy to hate her so do it

u want to do a daredevil thing like when matt shows up bleeding and dying or after a fight or something and she patches u up

just anyone need a doctor bc paging dr sexy md~

past loves? boyfriend? girlfriend? weird flings? weird tension unresolved stuff WOOO

ANYONE who broke her heart for the angst and drama

hit on her itll b funny

anyone who she was previously matched w who she scared off

someone shes currently trying to be matched or betrothed to GOOD LUCK

someone she has a crush on YIKES or vice versa

any of the college kids need a tutor?

roommates?

ANYTHING PLS HMU <333

#;;ooc ( out of crissy ).#hello this is angry daughter shes scary but we stan #sorry this was so long pls hmu #ALSO LOOK AT MY COOL ICON!!

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gearprideproject · 4 years

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Wren's Backstory part 1

Hey everyone! Here it is! Part of it anyway. So I typed this all up and you guys would not be live how long this sucker is in fact, it's 3,737 words long! It takes up like 6 pages on Google docs, so this is a bit of a doozy. Is it worth it? I sure hope so! But after writing this I have decided I like it so much that im gonna keep writing it. How many parts? I don't know. Like I really don't know. However what would a post here be without warnings so here we go! In this chapter there is: blackmail, murder, death, bargaining using someone's life, gang's, a child witnessing their parent die, and misgendering to cause here wren is a girl. Wren is only a little kid and has yet to like realize that they are non binary. So yeah. Uh there is a dead body that does get taken away cause someone dies. But other than that you guys should be good! Enjoy!!!

Wren grew up helping her father with his work as a scientist/engineer, learning to cook and fight from her mother. Her mother, Laina insisted that while she may be a lady and therefore must know how to do the housework, she must also be able to protect herself. After all there were plenty of cousins that she must beat at the family reunion held at Aunt Stacy’s ranch. of course, learning to fight gave her an edge, and once she joined in at age 5 she easily beat all the others in the little kid area. this would sometimes lead to some grandparents joking them that they were raising a son instead of a daughter. Her parents always laughed that off and said,

"You just say that because she's stronger than the boys. We don't see a problem with her being able to stand up for herself. in fact, it makes us feel better that she can keep herself safe,"

As the years progressed and she was almost 9, they went to the ranch, but Stacy pulled aside Liana, "Liana i know that mike has been receiving some, concerning mail from your local gang leader, and I understand why you are trying to ignore it, but I really am worried for you all. I checked my future and I saw a few futures ahead of you. one: you guys move and come stay here with me. this far out the gang can be apprehended by the law, and you guys will all be safe. the boys would be glad to have you, and George can take Mike into town with him for work."

"Stacy that is awfully kind of you, and i know you have more than enough room... but Mike and I discussed this, and we don't think if we run that we can stay this close and not get followed. we would have to bring it up with the government, and that is not something we would like..." she trailed off. Stacy understood of course. she had looked into the future and while this was the safest, she knew that they would be against it. "Liana, this is the only one where you all get out alive! I refuse to lose my baby sister to something i know i can prevent! please Liana, just run away!" she begged. She was the oldest, and the most successful. she had inherited the family ranch when their parents died due to gang activity in the city. She had held them all together. she had gone to agonizing lengths to protect everyone. She refused to allow this to happen.

"Stacy, can you tell me the other options? I just want to know." Liana looked at her big sister and gave her puppy dog eyes.

“Fine. I'll tell you. the second option is..." and so with the children running around in some strange customary greeting and the other adults unpacking, Stacy explained what would happen in two months. this of course worried Liana, but even though she had managed to hide it from everyone else, Wren caught on. "Mom? What’s wrong?" Wren asked while Liana was tucking her in. "Is something wrong?"

"No, sweetie." Liana replied sweetly. "There’s nothing wrong. Nothing you need to worry about anyway."

"If you're worried, then I'm worried. Pleeeeeease tell me?" Wren looked up at her and Liana couldn't help but give in.

"Well okay. Your father has been receiving some, letters from some bad people. and I was talking with Stacy earlier and she told me some things about the future that are going to be really hard to talk about."

"But you need to. So tell me. I'm a big girl i can take it. I beat all the boys." she says with a smug little grin.

"Yes you did. well... I suppose this can be our secret, because if I told your father he would freak out, and we can't have that no can we?"

"No!"

"Exactly. So... you know that some bad people are going to try and use him for something wrong. They want him because he's really smart, and they want him to work for them. And there's a very high possibility that I won't be there. And I know that if I'm not there to keep your disaster of a father in line he'll just fall apart. He needs to be fine though, so he can keep you safe. So darling, if I am unable to, will you take care of your father for me?"

"Of course, Mom! But why won't you be there with us?"

"Well... if we don't run the best case scenario involves me getting, removed, and in order for your father to be able to keep doing what he must to keep you safe, you'll have to make sure that he doesn't blame himself or do something stupid. okay?"

"Okay. But Aunt Stacy didn't see anything super bad right? Cause I'll fight the bad guys for dad and you."

"Wren," Laina said sternly as she gripped her shoulders, "Promise me that you will not fight. These bad guys will have weapons and they will remove you too. Promise me that you will stay invisible and stay away"

"Can I watch?"

"I... It will not be something you should watch, but if you really want to no one will stop you. Although it will likely become... not... pleasant. I would prefer if you didn't come and watch but if you really want to, then slip out of your room quietly and invisibly okay?"

"Okay. I promise I'll be quiet. wait... if the bad guys come and you leave...does this mean that i'm gonna have to cook and take care of the house and Dad?"

"Yes, if you'll take over for me by doing that i would feel much better about your survival because we all know how your father cannot cook to save his life."

"Okay mom!" Wren beamed at her. "I’ll make sure Dad doesn't do anything stupid without you," was her reply with mock seriousness.

"What would I do without you,” her mother replied with the same tone, "I suppose I'll have to up your house work training. Since right now, we all know you guys are disasters without me" Laina smirked at her daughter.

"Yeah! Wait ..." Wren wrinkled her nose in confusion "did you..."

"Don’t worry about it sweetie. Now go to bed. It’s too late." Laina reassured her as she tucked Wren in bed

"Night mom." was wren's sleepy reply

"Goodnight, Wren" was Laina's soft reply as she slowly closed the door and exhaled. Now that she had dealt with Wren she would have to sort out the rest of the family. Laina smiled softly to herself as she murmured, "At least they will be safe. She promised that they would be safe..." before quietly continuing down the hall to her and Mike's bedroom.

It was only a few weeks later that Aunt Stacy’s words came true.

People burst in the windows and grabbed her and Mike. Laina clung to her sisters words though

"In about two months the people sending you letters will break in. You and your husband will get caught, Wren will not. She will see invisibly her father attempting to get out and your final telepathic shout. You will die, but sister they will live and be safe. I promise you that if you die they will both be safe."

She knew this would happen, and she had already come to accept her death. She had already finished off all of her family business, and Wren was told what to do. She knew that her family would make it. And she just hoped that they would forgive her. She was held in the kitchen, while the leader had others bring Mike in the living room to talk. Soon she heard booming voices and saw a small flicker of movement from upstairs. She knew that it was Wren sneaking down to see what all the commotion was about. Laina just had to hope it would all work out.

Wren however did not like being woken by shouting. it was the third time this week and she was tired. she couldn't sleep so she decided to go sneak down far enough to see what was going on. She went out already invisible since she remembered her mom telling her that if she woke up to shouts to only come out if she used her power. Now, normally the shouted conversation had one side that sounded sticky, suggesting that her father was on call. But these voices she just knew were from people sitting in her living room because she could hear them very clearly. So she decided to creep downstairs and listen poking her head around the stairs. She quickly saw the not so pleasant conversation taking place downstairs, and she did not like it.

"Mike. really. we need you to do this. If you don't we will kill your family. It’s all up to you. Some random strangers die and your wife lives, or your wife dies and you still have to kill the strangers. I think you have a kid too, don't you? A daughter right?" this sent Mike into a rage as he surged forward at the big guy in charge.

"I swear if you touch her i'll make you regret it! Leave my kids alone! She has nothing to do with any of this!"

"Of course we'll leave her alone! I’m not a monster. I mean, we will have to do something if you don't do what we want, but still! No harm to either of them if you work willingly." The boss man grinned creepily at mike, showing off a row of rotting teeth. Mike seemed to be considering this, but Liana knew that this could not happen after all her sister had warned her, "Your husband may try to keep you alive, but more harm than good will come from your life. He will make bold rash decisions that will hurt them both more than if you had died." so Liana did what any good telepath in this situation would do, and took matters into her own hands. "Mike," she began, "Please don't take up his offer. It will just lead to more pain and death on your end. remember when Stacy talked to me two months ago? She warned me of this. Do not take up the offer. please Mike." Mike seemed to be swayed by his reply, "and... will you both be... safe? Please, Laina, I need to know." Liana replied to him swiftly, "Mike i promise to you, i will die tonight but in the end you and wren will both wind up safer by it. so please do not be rash." "if you say so. I will do what Stacy seems to know is right." "thank you" the others apparently were unaware of laina's abilities otherwise they might grow suspicious of mike's long silence. but they must have just chalked it up to him deciding because the boss started getting impatient.

"well Mike? a pretty good offer don't you think?"

"No actually. what kind of choice is this? create new technology that will kill people, but don't worry your family will be just fine? you are crazy."

"maybe I am, but either way they will die, and you will do this. it really does not matter." the boss shrugged

"You are horrible people. I could not face my family again if i did this. so go ahead and kill me." Mike said with a calm surety. he knew they would not kill him, they needed him alive after all.

"you are a fool mike. do remember who holds the power in this situation" and with that he snapped his fingers and Laina was brought into the living room by his people.

"Mike, I could let her live. but clearly you are not getting this through your thick skull so I must insist that you think of our offer again. I will give you one more chance." Mike and laina locked eyes and she whispered into his head, "do not give in." Mike looked at her with pain in his eyes and she knew that this would kill him, but he had to say no.

"my decision stands. I will not create these chemical bombs that you plan on using!"

" very well then. This decision is all on you now. we offered you a way to keep her alive, because we are humane, but you refused. You must really hate each other if you can just offer her up without a second thought. Marty, if you will?"

The sound of a gunshot rang through the house as Laina's voice echoed in her head before she slumped to the floor.

"Goodby Mike, Wren. I love you both so much."

Mike was heartbroken. how this was the best scenario he had no idea but he knew that if he refused again they might take wren to, and she had only spoken of her death. besides. he refused to lose them both. so he looked at him and said with only a hint of a waver in his voice. "if you promise to leave wren alone, as long as she can either stay or leave and still be safe, I will do it. but you need to swear on your life that no harm will come to wren in any way. do you understand?" Mike looked directly in his eyes and the boss man grinned.

"of course. no harm will come to wren. in fact she can do whatever she wants with her life as long as she doesn't try to ruin our plans. the same goes to you of course. I will send the details and some bracelets. the both of you will have to put them on, but they will guarantee your safety. and before you ask, no we are not bugging your house or tracking you. as long as we get what we want we don't really care."

"fine."

"I will send the cleanup person for your wife in the morning. she will get a burial of course, but we can't have the authorities getting suspicious. they will also clean up the windows and whatnot. actually, they will get here in a few hours, can't have the cops getting suspicious. I'll have them bring the stuff for you with them. also, any materials you need will be covered by me, just let me know what and how much. everything else will be covered in a letter. goodbye." and just like that they all left as quietly as they came. soon wren climbed down the stairs and went over to her father, now completely visible.

"dad? what, what's wrong with mom?" her voice had a slight tremble to it as if she were afraid of the answer. "Shes gonna get up right? please say shes gonna wake up daddy." Wren's tears started to fall and her father looked at her and sighed, looking so very tired. a long pause of silence filled the air before he spoke.

"wren sweetie, i dont think shes gonna get up again. she's dead and even though she said that this was for the best, I just wish she didn't have to. i... I hope you can forgive me wren, i just knew I had to keep you safe, you can leave and go stay with your aunt stacy or your cousins... this place may not be super safe for you..."

"no. I'm gonna stay with you. mom asked me to take over for her anyways since you can't cook at all."

"true. So you want to stay? even though your dad is about to have to do some bad stuff?"

"yeah. you're my dad and family has to stick together. besides mom said that we're disasters without her, so we need to prove her wrong!"

"of course sweetie. want some ice cream? there's a few hours till the guys who will clean up the windows and take your mom someplace where she can get ready to go... away."

"yeah! and i'll always be here for you okay dad?"

"Okay. I'll be the best dad to you to. I'll make sure you stay safe."

"i know! now ice cream!" Wren yelled before sliding off of her dad's lap. she looked at her mom and whispered, "we'll be safe mom. I know we will. I'll watch dad for you" before scurrying off to the kitchen. several hours and bows of ice cream later, the cleaners showed up. the one that looked like the boss headed over to mike and handed him a massive manila envelope before pulling out a box and opening it. inside were two bands of some silvery substance with the gang's logo imprinted on them.

"they're magic" he began "they will offer additional protection to what you have and they will ward off anyone who even thinks to hurt you. they also grow to fit you so you don't have to worry about losing them."

"alright. thanks. now then-wren."he nudged her awake, "wake up sweetie. I need you to put this bracelet on okay sweetie?`` Wren woke up slowly, blinking her eyes owlishly. "okay dad." she yawned, "are these the people that are gonna take mom away?" she asked before another yawn forced its way out.

"yes. there will be a burial of course, right?" he asked looking at the cleaner. behind him, the windows and broken locks were being replaced, while pieces of blood and glass were cleaned up.

"of course. we are simply moving her out of your house and into our area. we will get everything set up for you. the boss was very happy about you joining us." that gave mike pause, 'why is he so happy... that can't meant anything good' he thought, but at least everything will be fine.

"alright. now which one wants to put on their bracelet first?"

"oh- oh, dad! can i! can i!" this gave the cleaner a good chuckle, '' I was not expecting such enthusiasm" he commented.

"well she just wants to put on the cool shiny thing you brought."

"dad! that's not true! you told me to wake up and put it on. so what if it looks super cool?"

"see told ya." Mike chuckled "she just wants the cool bracelet"

"well you can put on this one kid" the cleaner said and held out a bracelet. "here, let me help you"

"thanks mister!" Wren said happily as she held out both of her arms "which one should it go on?"

"hmmm. how about... the right." he said "okay!" "well here we go..." he said before clamping it onto her right wrist. colors shone and magic crackle but soon the light show died down and the cleaner turned to mike. "alright big guy. your turn" he said before pulling out the other one. mike held out his right arm and the cleaner clamped it down on his wrist. a light show similar to wrens filled the room before quickly dying down. "alright then. I'll go help clean up. if you ever need any help, then just ask for me. I'm usually around. and i can help watch your kid to." he said with complete sincerity. "well okay, but who do i call for? do i just say ,'the cleaner guy that looks like he's in charge of the other cleaner guys?' because that does not sound like something i can say." the cleaner grinned. "well normally you have to earn someone's name with trust. just ask for 'the head cleaner' and if they ask which one tell them 'the only REAL one' they'll know who i am." "alright... thanks head cleaner." "not a problem. you have all the files, here's the letter," he said as he pulled out a small unassuming envelope,

"so unless you have a desire to say any final goodbyes that can't be heard by the general public, or you have any burning questions, i'll need to pack up your lovely wife."

"mr. head cleaner," wren said as she tugged on his sleeve,

"what's the symbol on the bracelet? and is it removable? cause what if i need to take a bath and stuff? and... is mommy going to be safe?" she looked up at him eyes wide with curiosity.

"well kid," he began as he sunk down, "your mom will be fine, we just don't want her on your floor. the bracelet can be removed but only by you, and even then only willingly. so bathtime shouldn't be an issue. and the symbol is the sign of the gang i'm in."

"are we in the gang now? cause mom told me that I shouldn't be in a gang.."

"well kinda? this just means that you are under our protection since your dad is going to help us out with some stuff. but I promise you won't have to do anything bad even if you join."

"okay mister. be nice to mom okay?"

"I will" he said before he stood up and walked over to mike and the still body of laina

. "alright man, i gotta take her. you done? or do you need a bit more time?"

"no, i'm-i'm alright." Mike said wetly as he wiped the tears from his face. "gotta be strong for my kid now right?"

"if you need more time i'm not going to judge you. heck, when my family got killed i cried like a baby and refused to come out for a week. but i did. and even if the world seems a little gray, the world can still have lots of colors in it, you know? so what I'm trying to say is... it's okay to be sad about this."

"thanks."

"no problem man. so... should I go?"

"no. I'm good. you can- you can take her." Mike said shakily

"alright man." said the cleaner before handing him the letter and using his ability - telekinesis- to lift up the body of his wife, of wren's mother, of laina, and gently placed it in a body ag that he levitated outside. soon the cleaners were done and the cleaners left. sunrise came a bit after that, and the new day saw the outside of the house as the same as always. the inside however, would never be the same.

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Hello! So this is part one! Please let me know what you think or if I missed anything! Love you guys!!!!!

#gear #wrens backstory #tw death #death tw #like i kill off the mom #shes super sweet to #honestly the mom is awesome #the dad is to #these people are great #but uh im supposed to be doing the other stuff #tw blackmail #tw blood #tw violence #tw gang #i guess????#cause they are mean #but also decent #and honestly i like cleaner dude #hes super sweet #i might make him act like a big brother #but you know #things happen #oh wait #tw misgendering #gotta get that because while this does take place in the past and wren does identify as a girl here they are still nonbinary #also virgil i love you and i hope you like this cause if you dont i will cry cause i legit spent so long on this.#this was all me btw like my wife didnt help with the writing at all but its fine cause i wouldnt have let her anyways #okay this is a lot of tags #so i think im like about at my limit or coming up here soon so better stop also theres a character limit to #love you all hope you like the story! likes and reblogs seriously make me feel super happy! you guys are awesome!

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krakenator · 5 years

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CHAPTER 9 aka “Let’s go lesbians!”

SPOILERS are sprinkled around extremely liberally for The Property of Hate

Masterpost here

Melody and Julienne join The Party! A singer, a dancer, and an actor make a triple threat baby!

Though the true triple threats out there are the people who can do all those things. I would put myself as an example but said Real Threats are people who can do it all well

…y’know we haven’t seen RGB dance but… it would not surprise me. My god. That’s why he’s so strong. He dances

Maybe the real triple threat was the object-heads we met along the way

Still on that opening page though, have I talked enough yet about Melody’s dialogue? Because a glissando is an excellent way to convey and agreeable hum.

Wow parents really were right that tv would rot my brain look at this poor doggo

Yo yo yo that’s the snail from the Pool of Tears in chapter 2!

So all I need to do to get Inspired is to lick a technicolor dream-snail, got it

Oh damn it, it’s a bright idea

Ey the picture frame clouds are back. Wow they are moving fast- heckuva wind

Oh yeah and TOby’s there. Enjoy the view lil buddy

Looks like the armchair Hero slept in at the House of Paint’s become more realized as a What. Wonder why it’s heading down to/past the Pool of Tears

How often do you think someone in this world goes to, like, hang their coat only to realize the coat-racks missing and just go “oh damnit it went sentient and wandered off. Well. Inconvenient. But godspeed I guess”

So I know the ball and chain Hero’s fashioned for her TV guide (FUCKIN JUST REALIZED THAT ONE) is rolled like like a yarn ball, but my boat-brain looked and it and said “monkeyfist. Big ol’ monkeyfirst for swinging around. Throw RGB REAL far”

How is modmad so good at speechbubbles. RGB’s shaken text/box is hilarious. Melody’s notes are connected by a beam, she’s beaming

rekted for the 11th time in 4 days

This is a good opportunity to take a moment for me to appreciate modmad’s HANDS. RGB’s hands are always exquisitely drawn. Like, the third panel especially, goddamn. Second appreciation is how damn expressive RGB is. I gushed about my love for the wives designs last chapter, I guess it’s finally time for RGB’s turn

For having NO ACTUAL FACE the man is supremely easy to read as a character. He doesn’t have eyes, yet you know when he’s smiling for real anyway! Looking back at the first few pages, that’s SUCH a fakey-fakers smile to the genuine ones seen throughout the rest of the comic. Combined with his body language- just fantastic

And then! The drooling! The initial reason I wanted to do a more thorough reread was when I realized the colors correspond to emotions and whatever RGB is feeling most strongly in any given moment, those are the colors he drips. Which is! Fantastic! It gives yet another avenue by which to see RGB’s character and an excellent supplement when the man is, again, emoting with NOT-A-FACE

His antenna crack me up. They start the comic so straight. So ironed out and spiffy and like 3 days into his newest Hero they are chronically crinkled up like tissue paper. It gives him this impression of being completely frazzled at all times, which. accurate

Back to your daily scheduled TPoH though; eeey, Assok’s speech-texture has some black triangles in here for copying Julienne’s words!

Yikes. RGB’s tried to take Heroes back before huh. Considering he hasn’t given up on his “save this doomed world” plan after all this time, how absolutely/repeatedly disastrous was “get my friend back home” for him to concede it as impossible??

Aaaand we’re off to the races Market!

RGB: LETS GO LESBIANS LETS GO!!

BIG DAMN SMOOCH! YES!! LOVELY! Also Julienne’s resting the blunt side of her knife on Melody’s head and I’m die

Melody’s dialogue is the symbol for a “natural” note. She’s replying “naturally, duh” to RGB’s question

If Julienne wasn’t already married to Melody I’d seduce that big instrument lady myself

Accept the compliment Assok! You did good!!

Random thought and back to RGB being stealth STRONK- Hero found the [—–] to be heavier than it looks and yet RGB is walking around with it all tied to one foot completely unimpeded

Im fucking snorting. The way RGB says “…that’s the sea.” Like he can’t believe Hero is being this dumb. If course it’s the sea! Obviously!

NO RGB, NOT OBVIOUSLY

D’you think if RGB saw how water and seas behave in our world he’s be equally bewildered as I was the first time I read this page

So I took the time to look up Julienne’s name and now im BIG MAD. Julienne is a way of cutting things into long thin strips! It’s a fucking culinary pun!!

Y-yo… that’s just a big damn eye.

AND/OR an impact crater. Except the ground they’re standing on wouldn’t be flat if that were the case

But it is also DEFINITELY a fairy ring, as the next page describes this is EXACTLY how fairy rings work

K so this entire page is just that one verse from “Cover is Not the Book”

Bruh. This looks like myelin sheaths on nerve axons. Myelin is an insulator just like [—–] is described to be! Except the metaphor ends there because myelin is supposed to be there and protects the axon/accelerates signal speed. Assok is basically chewing nodes of ranvier into existence instead of the breaks between myelin forming naturally. And that’s my degree put to use for the week

Also HEY. I had the thought earlier that the sick tree might be a Yggdrasil thing but didn’t put said thought down cause there wasn’t a whole lot behind it save for “big tree, big big tree”. But NOW it turns out there was a small SERPENTINE creature CHEWING AT ITS ROOTS

ASSOK’S THE NIDHOGGR

Everyone: RGB smart?? as if. RGB: EXCUSE-

absolutely huge mood there buddy

HEY MODMAD. TURN ON YOUR LOCATION WE GOTTA TALK ABOUT PAGE 162 FORESHADOWING HOW RGB BELIEVES THE SUCCESSFUL HERO’S JOURNEY HAS TO END

Hero is the flower that will die even though she’s saved the World >:(

“all flowers must die to complete their purpose” is also a funny phrase to be throwing around when Negative’s presence sprouts blue roses which shatter apart when he leaves

“Flowers need roots to live”, further implicating Negative as the (ha ha) root cause of the blue roses and vines. and we again see here, the flowers die but the branches they bloomed from remain

ALSO consider the flowers seen around characters heads when they dream/are asleep- those flowers also must go away when people wake up

Taking this a step further, Negative can be further associated with RGB’s subconscious/being unconscious by his flower-spawning

Lesbians Fight TV-Dad for Custody of Daughter

It’s “make fun of RGB hour” on TPoH and im living. Sharp, sour, cheesy poop indeed

Gotta remember to contrast this against when Hero actually drinks his colors later

gotta remember that this is 4 PEOPLE THAT RGB HAS FUCKED OVER BANDING TOGETHER TO GIVE HIM SHIT. LIKE, HE’S KIDNAPPED THEM ALL, HE CAN’T COMPLAIN

Under the sea, under the seeea~

Uh oh. UH OH THAT’S A SCISSOR BLADE

UH OH

Melody shouted in sforzando but it’s already too late ;_;

Oh! And the notation on top- that tells you to use a mute. God dammit

I knew this was coming and yet I am devastated anyway. goodbye my sweet wives your time was too short. Please come back one day

It’s also notable that Hate cut them out right at the border before the third and final protection on the Market begins. We know later that the darkness blots them entirely out of Hate’s view, so if they’d made it just a bit further She wouldn’t have been able to capture them like she just has

D’you think RGB knows exactly what’s happened to them?

If bodies of water are another form of Good Protection, then Fears hanging around the Pool of Tears is doubly weird

Yikes tho good thing Hero hopped off, can you imagine if Hero had gotten snipped away alongside her moms?? Terrible

Jeebs are you telling me that Hero would have eventually started to fade if she’d carried that pile of [—–] long enough?! RGB! BAD DAD! GET ‘IM HERO

Then again, this means he was probably planning to carry it himself most of the way. He has certain advantages after all- he overgenerates color for himself. It’s probably why he lasts as long in the storm of Nothing as he does…

Oh no OH NOOOOO ASSOK HEARD MELODY’S SHOUT

Is that-? Could it be-? By jove, it is. RGB IS INITIATING AFFECTION AND COMFORT EVERYONE! YEEEEEEAH, MAKE UP FOR THAT BAD-DAD BEHAVIOR!

HEY NOW WAIT THE FUCK A MINUTE THERE- BUTTERFLY SHADOW

HEY. Her schism’s opening back up! Nothing on page 166, but once Julienne and Melody are gone in page 167 we see it starting to open back up

!! RGB OFFERS HER HIS HAND? HIS PHYSICAL, ACTUAL HAND?? HELLO????

And the third return of “just this once” is killing me dude

Poor Assok get scronch

Girl what makes you think TOBY and JULIENNE trust RGB?! Additionally, why are you including Dial on the list?! Is he just That Charming?

IN FACT, every single person Hero just listed? RGB has personally ruined their life! he’s killed ALL of them! HERO I UNDERSTAND YOU’RE 6 BUT

Hero trusts Dial oh no. this can only result in bad things

Butterfly, flying off in defeat: goddamn fucking idealistic children making it hard for me to steal them away and end their story, come on! Dump the chump and let me end you!!!!

Back on that schism though- it opened up once they started fighting at the sun tree, and just now when the wives disappeared. I would say it’s ripped open by experiencing fear, but it definitely was not open when Hero saw Neggy Boi wrecking shop

Join me in the next chapter when our intrepid duo speedrun Pajama Sam: No Need to Hide When It’s Dark Outside!

#tpoh #tpoh time with Gill #the property of hate

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themoneybuff-blog · 6 years

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Mastering the abundance mindset (and changing your money blueprint)

Shares 531 Old habits die hard. When you get to be a middle-aged man like me, you have forty-nine years of learned behavior to guide your actions and decisions even when you know your choices arent necessarily for the best. Our mental blueprints (including our money blueprints) are deeply ingrained and tough to change. Dont worry. I havent turned into a spendthrift or anything. But Ive been thinking a lot lately about how certain parts of my past continue to affect me, sometimes in huge and annoying ways. For instance, I fight an ongoing battle against a scarcity mindset. I havent been able to master the abundance mindset.

Scarcity and Abundance Ive been reluctant to talk about scarcity and abundance because the terms have been co-opted by Law of Attraction types who use them to encourage magical thinking. I hate the New Age-y approach to these concepts. I want to discuss them from a psychological perspective. With a scarcity mindset, you believe that everything is limited. Time is limited. Money is limited. Love is limited. This causes you to worry about the future. Youre consciously or unconsciously more concerned with what might go wrong than with what could go right. You make fear-based decisions. Youre afraid of missing out. Youre afraid of not having enough. You have trouble with moderation and often exhibit all or nothing behavior.With an abundance mindset, you believe theres plenty for everyone. Theres plenty of wealth, prestige, and happiness to go around. Youre optimistic about the future. You think things will work out even if there are bumps along the way. You make decisions based on the Big Picture rather than a single snapshot in time. Its easy for you to balance tomorrow and today. Ive written before about my trouble with impulse control. In the past, Ive had problems with overspending, overeating, video game addiction, alcohol consumption, and borderline hoarding behavior. (Im a compulsive collector of Stuff.) All of this the collecting, the addictive tendencies, the lack of self-control stems from a scarcity mentality. But I didnt realize it until a few years ago when my therapist helped me see the source. Because my family didnt have much when I was young, I find it difficult to defer gratification. My default mindset even when life is grand is that if I want something and its available, I should get it now. Somewhere deep inside, I feel as if there wont ever be another chance. My father had this mindset. My mother had it. My brothers have it too. (Like me, Jeff and Tony have both learned to fight the feeling of scarcity in their own fashion.) A Real-Life Example of the Scarcity Mindset Over the past year, my deeply-seated scarcity mindset has begun to manifest itself in another annoying way. Since moving into our new house last July 1st, weve had to make tens of thousands of dollars worth of repairs. About $56,000 of these costs came from the sale of our previous home, but that still leaves us on the hook for $30,000 or $40,000. We have one last project to do before we believe were finished: We want to replace the rotting back deck and install a hot tub. (This was the first project we had planned to tackle when we moved in, but we had to put it off for more pressing priorities.) Kim and I know without a doubt that well use the deck and hot tub nearly every single day of the year. (TMI: Currently, she and I both take several hot baths each week. If we had a hot tub, wed be able to soak together.) Its not a question of whether well get value from building an outdoor oasis. No, the problem is that Ive reached some sort of mental breaking point. Im reluctant to spend another penny on home improvement. Im over it. I hate the idea of cashing out yet another chunk of my index funds. Hate it, hate it, hate it. I feel like thats money Ill never get back. (I feel this way despite the intellectual understanding that wed recoup maybe 80% of our costs if we were to sell the home in the future.) I recognize that this is my scarcity mindset kicking in, yet I cannot shake these feelings. Theyre a part of my money blueprint. Heres the thing: In so many ways, financial freedom depends on casting aside this scarcity mentality and embracing an abundance mindset instead. Financial well-being is fundamentally tied to positive expectations of the future. Lets look at three ways the scarcity mindset can manifest itself and how to embrace abundance instead. Jealousy and Spite For some, the scarcity mindset manifests as jealousy and spite. These folks resent the success of others, financial and otherwise. They find it tough to be happy when something good happens to a friend or family member. Theyre territorial, reluctant to co-operate toward a greater common good. Heres how Stephen Covey describes this flavor of scarcity in The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People: People with a scarcity mentality tend to see everything in terms of win-lose. There is only so much; and if someone else has it, that means there will be less for me. This type of scarcity mindset is the source of the average Americans love-hate relationship with wealth. Most people want to be wealthy but are suspicious of those who already are. They typical person believes that when she makes money, its a result of hard work and skill. But others who get rich? Theyre lucky jerks who dont deserve it. People with this form of the scarcity mindset dont just hold back themselves but they keep down the people around them. This usually manifests as gossip and griping. Sometimes these people keep score. In extreme cases, they actively work to sabotage the success of others. People with this type of scarcity mindset are a drag on life, a net negative to the world at large. What if you suffer from this sort of scarcity mentality? Train yourself to be happy for others. Recognize that my success does not diminish you. Life is not a zero-sum game. To that end: Dont compare yourself to other people. Focus on yourself, on your own goals and accomplishments. If you must compete, compete with yourself. Strive for constant self-improvement.Practice a win-win approach to life. Look for ways to improve your own situation while also helping those around you. When faced with a conflict, dont try to be the victor; instead, work toward a solution beneficial to both parties.Teach yourself to share. Force yourself to give things time, money, resources to other people. When you have a surplus of something, spread the love. (More on this later.) Jealousy and spite can be overcome, but it takes work. Making the effort is a great way to change your outlook, creating a better life for yourself and the people around you. Never Enough

For others, the scarcity mindset manifests as fear of the future. These people think and act like children of the Great Depression. Theyre so worried about how bad things could get that theyre unable to recognize and enjoy what they already have even when they have a lot. Let me give you an example. I once met with a woman who had over $6 million in the bank. She was my age mid forties and lived a modest lifestyle. She wasnt overly frugal, but she didnt spend a lot either. Plus she had just landed a job that paid half a million per year. Nice position to be in, right? Not to her. She was scared to stop working because the didnt want to run out of money. Based on standard assumptions about inflation and stock market returns, this woman could probably spend $240,000 per year for the rest of her life and still die rich. (Thats without taking into account her new $500k per year position!) Her spending was closer to $50,000 per year, yet she fretted about not having enough. Other folks are more extreme. Ive known retirees who have millions in the bank but who are so frightened of the future inflation! peak oil! stock market collapse! that they wont spend on needed home repairs and health concerns. What good is all of that money if youre dead or your house falls down around you? These folks arent harming anyone else (at least not directly), but theyre doing severe damage to their own well-being. They sacrifice happiness today in order to have more tomorrow but they never enjoy tomorrow. People with this type of scarcity mentality never have enough. No amount of money will allow them to sleep soundly at night. What if you feel like youll never have enough? Unlike those who suffer from jealousy and spite, you should keep score. Do this in two ways: First, keep a journal a standard daily diary. It doesnt have to be detailed. Write down the most important events from your life. And every day note at least one thing for which you are grateful. At the end of each year, go back and re-read what youve written. (This exercise will increase in value the longer you keep at it.)Second, track your net worth and spending. Know how much you have and how much you need. Remember this rule of thumb: For every $25 youve saved, you can probably spend $1 each year without worry. (If youre really nervous, you might change that to $1 for every $30 or $40 saved.) If you have more than enough stashed away and still fret about the future, force yourself to spend. Im dead serious. Pick something youve always wanted to do or have, and go get it. Money is a tool to build a better life. If the tool sits unused, whats the point? Instant Gratification Finally, there are the folks like me, people who find it tough to wait for what they want. Were shopaholics and compulsive spenders. With our flavor of the scarcity mindset, were so skeptical about tomorrow that we enjoy too much today. We want it all and we want it now. A decade ago, when I still struggled with money, I had nothing saved. No retirement, no nothing. What I ought to have been doing was paying down my debt and building a foundation for the future. Instead, I was spending everything I earned on books, comics, and computer games. It never occurred to me to wait. I wanted things now, so I bought them. As I mentioned at the start of this article, my therapist helped me to understand that growing up poor had given me a loathing of uncertainty and an inability to delay gratification. My money blueprint was largely constructed around a fear of missing out. During my transition from spendthrift to money boss, I learned to put off potential spending. I learned to wait for the things I wanted. Like the last group, people with this sort of scarcity mentality never have enough. But the lack manifests in a different way. Instead of needing more money, we need more Stuff. We buy and buy and buy and are never satisfied. Theres no amount of possessions that will make us happy. What if a feeling of scarcity drives you to always want more? Practice the art of deferred gratification. I learned this skill by using the 30-day rule. Heres how it works: When you see something you want, make a note of what it is, where you saw it, and how much it costs. But dont buy it yet.Over the next 30 days, be on the lookout for free or cheap alternatives. Does the library have that book? Can you borrow that tool from a friend? Could the local thrift store have a similar shirt?At the end of 30 days, if you still want the item then consider buying it. In most cases, however, youll find the urge to purchase has passed. Also practice moderation. Recognize that most things in life dont require an all or nothing approach. You can have some, and thats okay. Finally, keep a gratitude journal. The fundamental problem with this type of scarcity mindset is not appreciating what you already have. Force yourself to catalog the good things in your life. From Scarcity to Abundance A scarcity mindset leads to self-defeating behavior. It sabotages your chances for future financial success. Even when a Depression-type scarcity mentality helps you accumulate piles of cash, youre unable to enjoy it. Youre afraid to. Fear is always at the heart of scarcity: fear of failure, fear of the future, fear of missing out. Those with a scarcity mindset cling to the notion that theres a limited amount of everything, and theyre afraid they wont get their share. Well talk more about fear (and overcoming it) next week. For now, you should recognize that in order to achieve financial freedom, you must adopt an abundance mentality. If youre worried about lack, you arent free.

Ive already suggested several ways to fight specific flavors of scarcity. To finish, lets look at a technique anyone can use to move from scarcity to abundance: To get what you want, give what you want. What do I mean? In an amazing article from the academic journal Psychological Science, researchers suggest that giving time gives you time. The authors found that spending time on others (instead of yourself) boosts how much time you think you have in both the present and the future. Many of us feel pressured by the modern world. We feel rushed, as if theres never enough time to do what we want. We feel a lack, a scarcity, of minutes and hours and days. To cope with this, we tend to turn inward. We watch TV. We play videogames. We get a massage. But studies show that wasting time like this truly is a waste. When we spend time on ourselves, we feel like the time is lost. On the other hand, when we give our time to others helping friends or volunteering in the community, for instance we experience feelings of time affluence. Plus our time seems fuller. We feel better about ourselves and what weve done. And as a bonus: Giving time to others not only increases the givers sense of subjective time but can also increase the recipients objective amount of time, such that giving time contributes to the well-being of both the self and others. That, my friends, is abundance in action. The bottom line? When individuals feel time constrained, they should become more generous with their time despite their inclination to be less so. The same idea applies to other areas of your life in which you experience feelings of lack. When I started giving away and selling my Stuff several years ago, for example, I came to realize just how much I had. Before, when I was constantly in acquisition mode, I felt like I had very little. I was wrong. I had mountains of things! If you feel a lack of respect from others, give respect to others. If you feel a lack of compassion from others, be compassionate to others. If you feel like people dont love you, love other people. If you feel broke, donate time and money to the poor. If you feel like youll never have enough wealth, systematically give away some of what you have. In The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People, Stephen Covey writes: The abundance mentalityis the paradigm that there is plenty out there and enough to spare for everybody. It results in sharing of prestige, of recognition, of profits, of decision making. It opens possibilities, options, alternatives, and creativity. The abundance mindset comes from understanding theres plenty in the world: plenty of money, plenty of love, plenty of time. Theres plenty for everyone both for you and for others. Theres plenty now and therell be plenty tomorrow. Enjoy it! A Real-Life Example of the Abundance Mindset While we were wintering in Savannah two years ago, Kim hustled to get her dental hygiene license for the state of Georgia so that she could earn some money. She spent a couple of days driving across the city, dropping off rsums and speaking with doctors. Soon she started getting calls asking her to do fill-in work while other hygienists were sick or on vacation. She also got an offer for a long-term position at a big office in town. Kim could have taken the long-term gig. In fact, she was tempted. What if I cant find any other positions? she asked as we talked through her options. This is a sure thing. Maybe I should take it in case nothing else comes along. After a few days of internal debate, Kim decided not to take the long-term offer. Im getting plenty of calls from other offices, she reasoned. Ill bet I can stay busy just with the short-term stuff, and thatll give me greater flexibility. Sure enough. Because she refused to make a fear-based decision, because she chose to believe shed have more opportunity rather than less, she was able to pick and choose when and where shed work. She had more offers than she had time. She constantly got new calls asking her to fill in. When we returned to Portland, she used the same experience to find permanent dental hygiene positions. She cast her net wide, then waited for the offers to come. And they came. By exercising patience and an abundance mindset, she landed two gigs that she loves. (Plus, she still gets fill-in offers all of the time.) Shares 531 https://www.getrichslowly.org/abundance-mindset/

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Short Story #25: Gambling.

Written: 1/19/2017

Living life was a luxury he no longer had. His days were spent wallowing in bed, thinking about his past fuck ups, slowly getting dirtier and dirtier, only getting up to use the bathroom or answer the door to get pizza, a food he didn’t care too much about but was the only thing that could be delivered. He always ordered at night, because he’d grown accustomed to the dark, blinds were always dark, and he didn’t want to deal with sunlight when he would open his front door. It wasn’t known to him why he didn’t simply kill himself. Being dead would surely be better than crying and hating himself, but as long as he had his memories, he would never do it.

His computer was always on, he had to use it to order pizza online, as little human interaction as possible, and, even though he didn’t know it, his web cam was also on, and allowed for a group of strangers to watch him. None of them really payed too much direct attention, the guy really just cried and ate, but watching him wasn’t the main point. They would all watch him while doing other things, stuff of actual interest, but they kept their focus because they were running a betting pool to see how long it would take the pathetic guy to die. It had been two months since somebody hacked into his camera, and a week after that the bets started. It began as a small thing among friends, but it grew to include around sixty people, all watching, hoping to make a lot of money out of the miserable guy.

Looking in the reflection of his television, which he had to look at if he lied on his left side, he thought about draping a blanket over it so he wouldn’t have to see himself. It was a task that would have to be done later, maybe never, he only had the energy for things he had to do. No time to fulfill his silly whims. The reflection made him think of better times, where he wasn’t a depressing slob, when he played tennis back in college. He was much more fit then, and he was actually well liked about people. All of his time was either spent out on the courts, where he was proving to be a fierce player, or out on the town, either drinking or fucking, it was what he thought he wanted out of life. Youth was wasted by him though, because a drunk driving accident tore up his shoulder, then he couldn’t play tennis anymore, and he didn’t know what he was supposed to do in life. That was his only skill, and looking back he wish he picked up something else, took his major seriously, or at least quit drinking. Now what did he know how to do? Who cared about him anymore? He thought about his high school girlfriend, she was really sweet on him.

There was a group IM chat set up to place bets and notify the others if anything interesting was happening. The main interesting thing that would happen was when he masturbated, and even though it was gross to watch a lot of them would, it was funny in a way. Sometimes side bets would develop, trying to see if he would cry afterwards, what porn he’d look at, or if he’d even be able to get it up. They didn’t know specifically what he watched, but when he wore his glasses the screen would reflect on to him, and they’d get a general idea of what was happening. One guy made $80 from a bet that he’d watch some piss videos, and although it was hard to prove at first, the guy found the actual video and then compared stills with what was reflected on the guy’s lenses. It impressed quite a few people, but a couple others tried to make fun of the guy for being knowledgeable about that type of porn, to which he replied: You’re watching a disgusting man masturbate. Do you really think you’re above judgment here?

He knew he should’ve married his high school girlfriend, he shouldn’t of taken that tennis scholarship, he should’ve stayed back in his home town with her, settled down, and stayed happy. A couple years back she married some abusive asshole who ended up killing her, and it made him feel incredibly guilty because if he never left, she’d be alive now. Although, what made him really guilty was that the main reason he wished he stayed with her was mostly because she was good in bed, and if he did settle down she’d be a steady lay for him. He was so lonely, but he hated himself for that, so he punished himself with even more loneliness. That wasn’t the only sexual thing that caused his depression to flare up, lately he’d been watching weirder and weirder porn, which filled him with pleasure and self hatred. It was like he was falling into a bottomless pit that he couldn’t escape. If he stayed with her maybe he wouldn’t have become so depraved, maybe…

Somebody got the idea of making t-shirts of the guy, but it never really became a thing. Nobody really understood why it was suggested, and the guy who brought it up later lost his bet (he thought the guy would be dead in four weeks), and then he became a target of ridicule. Somebody made a shirt, with a screen cap of the suggestion to put the depressed guy on a shirt, and even though it was only meant as a joke at first, he was able to auction it off for $63. It turned out that the person who bought it was the guy who suggested it, he wanted it so that he could avoid further harassment, but that just caused the ridicule to turn more aggressive. Every time he tried to post something everyone would harass him, and it was confusing to them why he still stuck around, they thought of him as pathetic. An attempt was made to remedy this when he placed a large bet of $320, hoping that the guy would kill himself a month from then, but it just made his situation worse.

How did his life get to the point where he became this disgusting slob, this breeding ground for bacteria? One night, when pizza was delivered, the delivery guy starting tearing up from the smell, and later the restaurant called, telling him that if he wanted to keep ordering he would have to either pay online, or leave the money out in front of the porch, and the pizza guys would leave the food at the door. They insisted that they weren’t trying to be rude, but that it was becoming a health risk for their drivers. He was at least a little happy that he would never have to interact with people anymore, maybe that’s what got him to this point. People. Being a social creature could’ve been what destroyed him, maybe the isolation was good for him.

The betting pool was anonymous, because people did have usernames, but no real names were ever used. There was a level of freedom of what people were able to say, they could be more of themselves, and this was why the desperate guy stayed with the group, because they didn’t know who he really was and the insults were reasonably contained. That is, until one night where he got drunk and ranted about how he was better than everyone in the chat, they didn’t know his real life, they didn’t know how successful he was, he was better than all of them and was only putting up with their childish and uncultured behavior because he was going to win the suicide bet, and then they would all realize how they were actually the pathetic ones. He didn’t need their approval, he was only humoring their simple desires and childish games. In response to this rant, the guy who sold him the shirt posted the desperate guy’s name and address into the chat. Then he started getting letters in the mail, some of them were pre-written suicide notes, the one that really got to him was:

I like to act like I’m better than others, but the weight of the world is holding me down, so alas I can go on no longer. There are no more pleasures in life, and I’m tired of this pathetic game I’ve played. I tried betting on another man’s misery, but really it was me that the bet was placed on, and I will have to say goodbye on my predicted date, because I can’t bear my misery any longer. My life has become a mess, I’m 27 but all I’ve spent my days doing is seeking approval from internet strangers, but they were able to see through my pathetic lies, my undeserved arrogance, my thin skin, my bad ideas, and if I can’t even pretend to be a competent person, what hopes do I have for continuing life?

Every day I watch a man who I like to pretend is more miserable than myself, but at least he is free in his misery. I, however, am not. I live in the prison of his world and I have no hopes escaping. I tried to pretend so that I could finally escape from this cage of mediocrity, but like I said, I could not. Apparently I’m too much of a failure to even write this letter right. For these reasons I have decided to kill myself, and I know I don’t have anyone to care. I’m only writing this so that when my body is found, dump me in the trash where I belong. Nobody will be upset. I deserve nothing more. At the bottom of the note was a line for the guy to sign, to make it official.

Lying in bed, he wished he was able to brave the outside world so that he could go back to being an alcoholic. It would make the days easier to bear, but he could hardly move around his own house, and if he could leave who would be happy with seeing him? He was a creature made only of filth. The other day he decided to lie on his couch, just to change things up, but when he got up to go to the bathroom he realized he’d left a massive, dark, damp stain. When did he stop bothering to take showers? Pondering this for a while, he shambled into the bathroom and inspected his shower for the first time in… how long? He wasn’t sure what day, month, or even year it was. How long had he been rotting away? After questioning time for what seemed like hours, but was most likely minutes, he remembered to inspect the shower, and it seemed to work. It ran for some time, eventually building up steam, and he decided to put his hand under it, to see what would happen. At first he couldn’t feel anything on his hand, but eventually the water worked at the grime, slime, and crust, and actual skin could start to be seen. It made him feel weird that he had a bare patch, so he decided to clear off the rest of his hand, and before he knew it his whole body was under the water, and for the first time in a long time, he felt good.

The mail kept coming, and nobody would listen to him in the chat anymore. They even took down his bet. He was starting to lose it, and out of desperation he told everyone that he was placing a $1,000 bet that the guy on the web cam would die the next night, which peaked everyone’s interests. Nobody noticed the intent behind the careful wording of the bet, since cause of death was never specified. His plan was to drive over to the creature’s house (mail of his had happened to have been shown on the feed several times, so the address was known), which would take him over a day, and he was going to shoot the pathetic thing until he died. Then he was going to flip of the web cam, drive home, collect his winnings, then earn the other guy’s respect. No time was really spent about thinking the plan over, for the guy mostly packed his stuff and drove in anger, thinking about how he was finally going to prove how better he was. Any time he did question his plan, he would just look down at his shirt (he wore the one that he bought for $63) and his anger would blind him again.

After getting clean, the man felt free of everything. Looking in the mirror, his reflection really wasn’t so bad now, even if he was incredibly pale. Searching around the house, he found a pair of old sunglasses and decided to look outside, and it was a beautiful-and bright-day outside, was it Spring? His neighborhood was alive with vibrant colors and movement, and for the first time in a while he finally felt like he could be active again. His mistakes in life were still regrettable, but that was the past, and this was the present, so he could finally look towards the future and say “Go fuck yourself.” He decided that he finally had the strength to die, and it made him happier than he had ever been. Being clean, he felt weird navigating through his house. He could finally feel the damp air, notice the crust on his carpet, smell what must’ve been death, pay attention to the garbage that was everywhere and what grew on all of it. There was a lot of awkward maneuvering to not touch anything gross, which seemed to be almost everything, but he was able to comfortably go into the kitchen and back to his room. In the room, he opened his blinds to look out at the neighborhood, to fill his room with natural light, and sat on the edge of his bed, facing the television screen that he spend so much of his life staring into, and he slit his throat.

35 hours later the desperate murderer finally arrived at the house, and was surprised to see some windows were open, but it didn’t matter, he had to prove himself. He hopped the fence, made his way through the backyard, and threw a rock through a back window. When he climbed through some glass cut his side but he was to focused to notice the pain, or even the awful stench of the house. It was weird for him to be inside the place that seemed unreal, it was like being on the set of a television show, but he didn’t know which room the guy was lying around in so he had to work his way through the disgusting place. Eventually he found the mans room, saw his corpse on the floor, looked right into the web cam, and emptied his clip into the man anyways.

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