#these are the same people who got mad that there was body snatching in the sci fi season so idk why i keep letting myself be annoyed

[nat20dyke]

some dimension 20 fans behave as if they would get mad at looney toons for their lack of nuance in depicting animal cruelty

[diejager]

Hi! I've been binging your works and I absolutely LOVE how you write Ghost's character.

I was wondering if I can request mentor! Ghost with an Fem! recruit who's like his mini-me (mask and everything) and some others decide to play a prank and pull off her mask in front of the team, cue angry, protective Ghost. Thank you!

Mask prank

He was reluctant at first, his heart frozen over to a cold, dead and unfeeling thing. Ghost liked to keep himself closed and at an arm’s length of people he didn’t know, you fit in that category. An unknown aspect of his entourage that he hated, he abhorred the new and strange.

An yet, you squirrelled your way into his mind, your jumpiness at loud sounds, your tense figure and flinches when people got near to you, wandering hands of ignorant fools that couldn’t understand your jarring behaviour towards physical touch and that exhausted gleam in your eyes, ones that have seen too much for your age. You reminded him of himself, a younger and pained self with a twitchiness towards touch and an awkward personality.

Perhaps that’s why you got to him so quickly, he tested your limits, standing closer and closer to you every time to see where he had to stop before you crashed. With encouragement from the others, he got to the point where he could touch you, placing a hand on your shoulder or forearm, guiding you this way or that way. You reminded him so much of the person he tried burying, to kill off. You reminded him of Simon Riley.

And yet, he gifted you a mask after your first mission with them, one of his balaclava with a painted skull. He remembered the happiness in your eyes and the joy of his team, letting them embrace you tightly and patting you proudly. He’d never seen anything so precious and worth protecting.

That’s why - he thought - he got so mad at a group of privates that pulled a prank, a mean one, on you. He was there when it happened - he was always near you, whether it’s beside you or in the same room, he was always with you as your support buddy - when the men and women approached you, watching your body grow rigid and tense, a frown hidden under the same mask he wore. It started with harmless banter, them surrounding you without much intent until someone reached for you mask.

You panicked, arms jerking outwards to stop her, but another one pulled the mask off you from behind. You weren’t fast enough and outnumbered, and you were paying the price for it. You froze, hands hastily covering your face in a frenzy of harsh breaths and panicked thoughts.

Ghost saw red, he stomped over to you slumped figure, looming over you and glaring at the calling and jeering group that saw no issue in taking your mask away, your shield.

“The fuck you think you’re doing,” he barked, eyes narrowed so much that his eyes seemed to turn black.

He watched them stutter, lining up before him while he stood before you, blocking their view on your agitated and fearful figure. His eyes stared down at the person who tried to take your - his - mask off and the one who did, burying them down with his gaze alone. If his gaze could kill, they would’ve been burned and buried six feet under a hundred times, that red-rimmed glare with abysmal eyes made his name a joke.

“It- it was a prank, sir!” The person holding your shield in his hand spoke up, trying to defend himself with he word prank.

“A prank? Are you bloody children?!”

What a fucking excuse, they were adults, privates on duty for any deployment and they decided to play a prank on another? He couldn’t believe his ears when they blurred out those words, he couldn’t put his anger in words. He was never good with his emotions, never articulate enough to show or tell people how he felt, it felt jarring.

Without a word, he snatched the mask out of their hands, turning to face you with comforting gestures. He hated how small you made yourself, crumpled into yourself with so much terror, hate and trauma. He pushed the mask over your head, hushed words to your ears alone as e held you by your biceps.

“Scram,” he glared over his shoulders, watching the privates squeak and flee, steps quick and clumsy as they ran from the room.

Turning back to you, he led you away from the room, catching on your shallow breaths and your erratic heart. He walked you to your room with a hand on your upper back, a firm and grounding hand that reminded you that he was here, that you were with him in a disclosed base in the British isles. He stayed the night, taking your desk chair while you dozed off to a night plagued by your demons.

He’d have to leave you under Gaz and Soap’s watchful eyes and talk to Price about this tomorrow. If Price doesn’t do anything about them - although he doubted Price won’t, he was fiercely protective of his group of troubled children - Ghost will have to think of something by himself, a lesson for everyone to remember.

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[respectthepetty]

Pride Petty Watch (The Untamed) 1/?

I let the crowd pick which two blacklisted shows I would watch from my Petty List, so I flew through the first one knowing I had this 50-episode beast waiting for me. People have warned me that the first two episodes wouldn't make sense, there are a ton of characters to keep track of, I need to watch it at normal speed, and I need to keep the sound on. Therefore, I was already mad before I hit play, yet somehow I started the first episode, blacked out, and emerged five episodes later.

Which means I like it so far, and here's some quick reasons why:

Before I start, these two better be an item because they are my favorite BTS song aka "🔥" and since I haven't seen them in the present yet, I'm fearing something happened to them in that great battle in the past, and if so, I'M GOING TO BE BE LIVID! I've had them for three whole minutes, and they are everything to me, so I feel this story is going to fuck me over.

Everyone is chasing after this golden black snitch, yet nobody is catching it, so although there is a lot of death happening, I'm laughing.

If you squint, My Stand-In and The Untamed are the same. Boys who fell off a cliff come back in another body only to live the same life with the same people and make the same bad decisions. Cool cool cool.

This current lecturer is stating nobody could find the body but he fell into fire/lava, so what body were they thinking they would find?! Also, don't think I didn't catch homeboy getting in trouble in the past for asking in class what happens when a spirit demands revenge and the instructor got upset because look where we are now! Possession of a body for the sake of revenge. Should've entertained the question, professor, because sixteen years later, it will come back to haunt you, literally.

And homeboy applied his own theory of making the possessed bodies work for him to fight the other body. He is a smart cookie, and that's why the original Moo Moo person gave his body up to him.

@dribs-and-drabbles, if this is why you told me I needed the sound on, I'm confident I'm not going to remember this melody. And how is he playing a leaf right now?

I can't take this seriously. This feels like an 80s music video, and he is about to hit me with the hottest synthesizer intro.

And the sword has the golden black snitch in it. *Pikachu face*

I can't play an instrument but for a DIY flute made out of bamboo on the spot, I thought his playing was excellent. For people being saved from being squashed, they are some haters, and I would have stopped playing just so they could suffer.

I picked up that sister is dead in the future, but her kid is a brat, and I would've been mean to him too.

And did the brother really kill him in that battle on the hill because when the entire crowd was like "you killed him, right?", he was looking like . . .

So this is the brat's daddy? It would make sense that a man who shut down an entire hotel for his party would have a son who sets 400 traps so nobody else can catch anything. The privilege is genetic.

I like him AND I respect him. He has priorities and they are to drink and party because even when he came back in that other body, he snatched the liquor. As the opening showed, he's here for a good time, not a long time.

I don't like Fuddy Duddy. He can remember 3,500 rules (this place is where fun goes to die), but couldn't remember to tell my party bro that his sister and brother were inside? Everybody just left homeboy without a note saying where they are, and Fuddy Duddy had the information, yet was too busy lecturing about rules. AND committed the ultimate party foul and wasted the liquor. Make that the 3,501th rule! He's lucky he can lay the synthesizer so well.

This is where the big battle is/was (Nightvale, Nightshade, NightWhatever), and I hope this man died in it because he is doing TOO MUCH! "I don't fear death; I fear boredom" YOU'RE boring! Shut up and go collect the pieces of that dumb rock, Thanos Jr., so we can get this battle going.

HE BROUGHT A BIRD INTO CLASS! This is the everyday American high school class.

Why is everyone in the Fire Nation so pissed? Is it because it's hot there? All of y'all are doing too much except for that sister and her brother. I know that brother was the zombie guy from the statue fight, so that means the main homeboy was talking to Fire Nation sister at the graves. That was her family's grave, and she must be a good person, who is probably dead now too.

So they can all play magical instruments? They're like Josie and the Pussycats, playing gigs between fighting crime.

The brat's dad is gold, the Cloud Recesses (what is this name about because they should be a lot more fun with a name like that?) are white and blue, and the Fire Nation is red, so it's odd that homeboy had the dark blue robes with red underneath before coming to school, and keeps getting really friendly with the fire people. Plus the cloud people's power is blue, but his comes out in bursts of red. Is his daddy really Fire Nation? Get Maury on the line.

So his bird buddy gave him porn, which he gave to Fuddy Duddy, who then ripped it up. No wonder why he is so good at school and remembers 3,500 rules. Got nothing but time on his hands since he isn't using his hands doing anything else by being so repressed.

Fuddy Duddy just said he doesn't touch people, yet in the very beginning he snatched homeboy's hand without hesitation, so he wouldn't fall to his death. Then, he snatched that premium liquor for him. I see you and your heart on your sleeve, my man! Just like this water demon, the feelings are sneaking up on you and snatching you up!

Should've bought her the comb, bro, because she's going to be dead after that big battle since she was sent to snoop for the Fire Nation. Even though she is trying to help her brother, I feel this will be y'alls Romeo and Juliet moment.

So the brother was always going to come back from the dead since he already was cursed(?), and my homeboy is once again proving to be a friend to all. I like you, and I will learn your name, hopefully by episode 28.

Only three marks healed in the present, so whoever is the last mark has to be one of these hoochies, and the more backstory I get, the more I think it's going to hurt when I find out who the last mark is.

Half these people have already died leading up to that big battle and the other half will die as homeboy sets out on his Kill Bill journey, so like . . .

"You and I have unfinished business"

*slams on the 'next' button*

[eunseoksimp]

Sandstorm ; Hong Seunghan

Pairings: Bf!Seunghan x Gf!Reader

Genre: Angst, Break up

Warnings: toxic relationship, use of swear words, suggestive content and mention of sex. reader is extremely insecure and seunghan is low-key manipulative.

Description: The complexities of a tumultuous relationship between two people who love each other but struggle to see eye to eye. They attempt to compromise and reconcile but realise that with each other, they are like a violent sandstorm.

Based on Sandstorm by Mereba feat JID.

“we were low, we were high, jekyll, hyde”

‘all i’m asking you to do is trust me. for once.’

it wasn’t uncommon for you and seunghan to be arguing, only this time you thought it would be able to wait till after your 6 year anniversary dinner.

you loved hong seunghan, with every fibre of your being, but lord did he get under your skin.

the honeymoon phase of your relationship was bliss.

rarely would you argue, just eager to be wrapped up with the other, letting your bodies do the talking.

but that was years ago, a distant memory.

it wasn’t like you enjoyed fighting with seunghan, no you hated it actually.

you would feel like you were slowly losing your mind, being gaslit as you struggled to keep your words tame.

‘trust. you? how could i trust you when you let her rub all up on you,’ you were practically seething, nails digging into your palms as you desperately tried to hold your tongue.

‘oh come on. she wasn’t rubbing herself on me at all. you always do this baby.’

there it was.

seunghan had deep issues with establishing boundaries with other women.

at first you found it weird that he had a particularly high number of female friends, but you brushed it off due to his friendly nature.

you soon came to find out that this was all a mistake.

he was always adamant, ‘that girl was just trying to be friendly’, ‘i swear she’s a childhood friend, there’s no way she would have feelings for me.’

but you knew. you weren’t blind to the way these girls all looked at seunghan.

it was the same way you looked at him.

and he let them, often times even encouraging them and it caused you to go insane.

‘just drive and stop fucking talking,’ you could tell he wants to say more, but the look you give him gets him to shut up, and makes the drive back to your shared apartment relatively silent.

when you got back you practically flung open the front door, kicking off your shoes and heading to your kitchen to pull out a drink.

‘you shouldn’t drink when you’re mad,’ seunghan stood by the enterance, your shoes in his hand as he watches you.

‘maybe you should stop making me mad then,’ you retorted back, ditching the shot glass and raising the tequila bottle to your lips.

it burnt as it slid down your throat, but did nothing to quell the pit of fire in your chest, furious at your boyfriend.

‘that’s enough,’ you didn’t even notice when he was by your side, as he snatched the bottle from your hand, screwing the cap back on and placing it on top of the cupboards, out of reach.

‘give it back,’ you sounded like a spoilt child, folding your arms.

‘no turning to drinking when you’re upset. we’ve talked about this.’

the tone of his voice did something to rile you up as you stepped closer to him.

‘don’t talk to me like i’m a child,’ you poked his chest, knowing how much it annoyed it.

‘it’s getting kind of frustrating watching you blow up over nothing and taking it out on me,’ he spoke to gritted teeth and you scoffed.

‘nothing? so that girl didn’t try to slide you her number with the bill.’

he was silent, trying to come up with a rebuttal but you didn’t let him.

‘honestly i’m getting sick of seeing you let girl after girl do whatever they want with you. what kind of boyfriend are you?’

‘the kind that puts up with you. nobody on this planet would be able to put up with your bratty attitude,’ your face fell at his harsh words and he could tell he struck a nerve.

‘you know i didn’t mean that babe i’m sorry. i just wanted us to enjoy our anniversary and not fight,’ he felt bad watching you sniffle as you blinked back some tears.

‘i hate when you say stuff like that,’ you mumbled, playing with your fingers.

in an instance his arms were around you, and he bent down to place a kiss on your lips.

‘my sweet girl, forgive me?’

it was hard to say no when he said it like that, when his eyes bore into yours, his palm massaging the flesh of your hips.

you nodded, still honestly not over it, but you figured there would be no point in arguing about it tonight.

‘good girl. let me fuck that attitude out of you.’

you believed that those moments when you were under seunghan, his arms either side of your head, chain dangling over your face, were when your chemistry shone the most.

he would whisper sweet nothings, about how your pussy belonged to no one else but him, about how good you were taking him.

‘look at you angel. such a good fucking girl,’ he enunciated each word with thrusts, your whines only egging him on.

‘eyes. open,’ he would demand.

he told you that looking into your eyes, watching as you struggled to keep them open, how you could barely look at him as your mouth fell open was a sight he wanted to remember forever.

eye contact during sex was a big thing for him and was always enough to finally send him over the edge, hugging you close into his chest as he filled you up.

eventually you would forget about whatever argument you might have been having, letting him trace shapes on your bare shoulder, kissing every single mark on your body.

‘just fight the feeling, it’s all we do. Inside it’s killing me, baby.’

‘it happened again?’ yunjin asked, and you cowered under her sharp gaze, nodding.

‘i told you that boy was bad news bestie. constantly surrounded by women, you can’t think that was all a coincidence.

your best friend, yunjin, was not the biggest fan of your relationship.

she was there for the many nights you would break down in her arms, body shaking as you sobbed about how inadequate and unnatractive you felt.

she was always on the other end of the phone as you rambled on about the girls that would constantly throw themselves at your boyfriend, and moreover how he did virtually nothing to stop them.

‘girl..’ yunjin’s voice trailed off and you knew what she was going to say.

‘i’m not doing it yunjin. i can’t break up with him,’ you protested, violently shaking your head.

sure seunghan sometimes made you want to stick his head in a blender.

but he was yours, and you were his, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

these were the conflicting emotions that you both felt towards each other.

there was the want to fight your feelings, the mention of breaking up not foreign in your most heated arguments, but it would truthfully kill you both inside.

other people thought they were crazy, friends and family finding it hard to comprehend why they were both holding on to a relationship that caused so much pain, but you just couldn’t help yourselves.

‘yunjin is not your biggest fan right now,’ you teased seunghan later as you both sat at the table eating dinner, chatting about each others day.

‘i wish you would stop involving your friends in our problems,’ irritation was clear in his tone and you were suddenly in a not so playful mood.

your smile dropped and a scowl settled onto your face.

‘seriously hannie, i’m allowed to talk to my friends about my feelings. the same way you told sungchan when my whining was becoming too much for you,’ you were bringing up old situations, but your point still stood.

‘dont bring that up. i apologised for that already,’ he sighed, spoon now abandoned as he sat back.

‘all i’m doing is highlighting your hypocrisy,’ you always had something to say, always had to have the last say and seunghan was growing tired of it.

‘sure, forget i even said anything. are you done?’ he stood up, changing the topic as he planned to escape to the kitchen, using washing the dishes as an excuse.

‘walking away because you know you’re in the wrong. sounds like some shit you would do,’ he paused in his tracks placing the plates down on the counter top.

‘it’s always one thing or the other with you. if it’s not a girl, it’s my actions,’ he mumbled, but of course you still heard him.

‘maybe if you stopped doing things that would make me upset then we would not be having these issues.’

‘here we go. is it my fault that your ex cheated on you, why do i have to shoulder all of your frustrations,’ his voice rose a little, something he only did when he was really mad, but he had managed to really piss you off.

‘fuck you hong seunghan,’ you stormed off into your shared bedroom, slamming the door and only reopening it to throw out a pillow and some blankets.

‘i don’t think i’ll be able to sleep next to you without strangling you. take the couch,’ and then the door was shut again.

in the recent year, he had become accustomed to finding refuge on their couch, seeing as you were kicking him out of your room more and more.

he was past the phase of shouting at you to stop being ridiculous, or standing outside of the door demanding to be let back in.

there was just no point.

so he continued what he was doing, washing plates, wiping the stove clean, re arranging the glass cups.

he grabbed a granola bar and some juice from the fridge before settling on the couch, turning on the tv, flicking through channels for something to watch.

this lasted for about three days, neither of you speaking to the other.

he would leave breakfast out for you before going his own way, folding your laundry and leaving it outside the door.

you would make sure to make dinner when you got home first, both of you on opposite sides of the couch as you ate in silence.

you would notice him struggling to moisturise his back and be behind him in no time, reaching the spots he couldn’t.

all of these things were done without any words, and only worked because you knew each other so well.

six years being in a relationship, seunghan knew your body language like the back of his hand, and the same was said for you.

if you let out a little huff whilst trying to reach a bowl from the top shelf you would instantly see the extra arm extending above your head to help you.

after a meal you would rub small circles on your stomach and he would already be in the kitchen, water boiling as he got out the bags for your green tea.

when it got to saturday, one of the only days in the week where you would both be in the house, you realised how much you missed him.

the birds were chirping, the gentle lull of the music playing from your speaker as you leaned on the counter, tapping your foot as you waited for the hot water.

seunghan comes up behind you, head resting on your shoulder as his arms come around your waist.

you stay in this embrace, taking in each others air as you swayed from side to side in a soft rhythm.

it was moments like this, something so domestic , no words needed, just pure displays of affection.

he would kiss the top of your head, lifting you to sit on the top of their counter top as he picked up where you left off.

you watched your boyfriend with adoration in your eyes as he reached for your favourite mug, making tea just the way you like it.

‘it’s hot,’ he warned you as he saw how eager you were to bring the cup up to your lips.

‘so are you,’ you joked, really just missing the sound of his voice.

all feelings of disdain melted away once you heard the sound of his deep, hearty laugh, and the way his eyes would dissapear as he smiled widely.

gesturing for him to come closer, you waited till he was in between your legs, hands on your thighs, before you latched your arms around his neck.

he gave you a quick peck on the lips, just missing the feeling of your skin under his fingertips.

‘i love you,’ you mumbled, heart thumping as he his hands now come around your bare waist.

‘i love you too, my angel.’

and just like that it would feel like you were both on cloud nine, spending the entire day by each others side.

you would watch different rom coms, making fun of the dumb female lead and the cringy male lead, seunghan sometimes trying to imitate them.

you throw your head back in laughter, clutching at his hoodie sleeve to get him to stop, gasping for air.

when you told him you were craving pasta he was quick to jump to his feet.

‘chef seunghan to the rescue,’ he grinned as he scurried to the kitchen, making a big show out of everything.

you got your phone out, recording every step as he would exaggerate the way he cut up his ingredients, or go on about his imaginary culinary expertise.

‘you know this all reminds me of the summer of ‘07. most of our chefs had retired for the night and i was supposed to follow,’ he had began his ministrations.

‘ but then, a lovely old italian couple comes bursting through the door. i need the greatest pasta one could ever taste he basically demanded.’

‘the only experience i had back then was the ratatouille movie but you know what, i had faith from the crew i would deliver. and deliver i did.’

you could no longer contain your giggles, bursting into hysterical laughter as you practically rolled around on the floor.

‘haters ‘gon hate. you wish you were as amazing as me,’ he flicked his imaginary hair over his shoulder.

‘it smells like the pesto is burning, chef seunghan.’

‘oh shit.’

telling you his fake stories had taken away all of his attention, and he soon forgot about what he had originally set out to do.

so even though the sauce was charred, you still ate with gusto. all because seunghan had made it.

‘can i just say you would make an excellent housewife. look at you washing those dishes,’ you said, a teasing glint in your eye.

seunghan gasped, before splashing water in your direction, the sound of your squeals like music to his ears as you tried to shield yourself.

‘stop, i’m sorry. fine you win, no malewife for me,’ you push him away, saying the last part as if you were actually mad.

you both often joked about seunghan’s passion for cooking and cleaning being the perfect formula for a traditional wife.

you would tease him about retiring him so he would sit at home looking pretty as he cared for your kids.

his eyes narrow, a hand snaking around your waist as he tugs into his chest.

you press yourself closer to him, his scent now in your orbit as you nuzzle into his sweatshirt, enjoying his scent.

‘this is nice, i wish we could stay like this forever,’ he murmurs, heart fluttering as he pressed a kiss on the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you just a little tighter.

‘come sleep with me tonight?’ you lifted your head from his chest to ask and he grinned, kissing you again.

‘i want to kiss you. properly,’ seunghan confessed.

"then why won't you?"

"the problem is..," he leaned in as he spoke to you.

"if i kissed you i don't think i'd be able to stop."

"who said i wanted you to?"

he paused and beamed at you, and then he smothered you in kisses.

on the mouth, your cheeks, neck, telling you over and over again that he loved you as you laughed and clutched him.

every time he said it, you felt the words wrap fill her up.

they wrapped themselves around you, providing comfort, making you feel safe and cherished, pushing out any doubt.

he said it like he meant it.

he said it as if it was common knowledge, a fact that had been proven by scientists before.

seunghan loved you.

and you loved him back.

just two souls full of love, unable to depart from each other.

but as was always said, there was a thin line between love and hate.

you had only lasted two weeks before your next explosive argument.

‘but then i remember that you got a temper and i got no filter.’

‘you’re blowing this out of proportion,’ seunghan calls after you as you find yourself once again angry in your house.

what should have been a fun night for the both of you had quickly turned into grounds for yet another argument.

‘blowing what out of proportion? did she or did she not kiss you?’ your nostrils flared and your head felt hot.

anger surged through your veins and you couldn’t control your temper.

‘would you just listen to me. you know i would never do that to you, it just-‘

‘do i want to hear yet another excuse from you hannie? it’s always poor me i had no idea that the attractive girl i’m flirting with would take it the wrong way,’ you cut him off, a trait of yours he didn’t like.

‘i was not flirting. honestly can we act like adults. please,’ he pleads, but it only makes you want to be more childish.

‘i should say the same thing mr i couldn’t say no to her.’

‘here we go again,’ he massaged his temples, the stress starting to weigh on him.

‘yes here we go again. is setting boundaries so fucking hard for you.’

‘language,’ he speaks curtly, reminding you of how much he hated when you used harsh language against him.

‘don’t tell me how to speak. answer my fucking questions hong seunghan.’

‘i did set boundaries what do you mean? i very clearly pushed her away and told her to never try that again,’ he was exasperated, unable to understand how someone else’s wrongdoing was his fault.

‘great fucking job. setting the boundary after she already tried to stick her tongue down your throat,’ your tone was dripping with sarcasm, and you even started slow clapping.

‘be honest, you wanted to fuck her didn’t you?’

‘for god’s sake. can you stop,’ he was reaching breaking point, exhibiting great restraint so that he didn’t say anything he would regret.

‘that’s what this is about, isn’t it? you must have been having a field day, she was even wearing a cute little red dress, your favourite colour,’ you went on, your insecurities catching up to you once again.

when things like this occurred it served as a constant reminder that your boyfriend was attractive and that many girls would be willing to be in your place.

your track record with guys was not the best, one cheating on you with a close friend, the other a cousin.

you had a long history of being let down and heartbroken by men.

there was always a nagging voice in your mind that it was only a matter of time before seunghan followed suit.

‘i can’t do this anymore,’ he ran his hand through his hair, his body leaning on the kitchen counter.

‘ah so you can go back to minjeong. please don’t let me stop you from achieving your fantasies,’ you picked up your bag, searching for your own car keys, hoping he wouldn’t be able to see the hot tears streaming down your face.

‘here you go, running away from your problems instead of facing them. we can’t keep doing this you know.’

‘then maybe we shouldn’t anymore ,’ your words shocked him and he froze on the spot.

‘find a girl who isn’t as shitty and insecure as me, and maybe i might find one man that doesn’t feel like cheating on me,’ you chuckled bitterly, looking like a mad woman with one shoe on, the other in hand.

his chest was heaving at this point, his ears red hot as he waited for your next move.

‘do you really mean it,’ he asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper as his eyes started getting glossy.

shrugging you slipped the second shoe on and grabbed your jacket, leaving an emotional seunghan behind.

‘so we’re like a sandstorm, when we get to blows.’

this was the nature of your arguments.

like a sandstorm they were intense, and volatile, like the blowing winds of conflict that brought about the chaos and the inability to find solace or resolution in each others actions.

emotional turbulence consumed both parties as they clashed.

they carried the pain of failed attempts to reconcile, living with the consequences that arose from playing with the dynamics of their volatile relationship.

underneath all of the bravado and spiteful words, lay a desire to maintain composure and restore harmony in the relationship.

as much as it didn’t seem like it, you hated it when you fought.

but there was great difficulty in achieving peace, your arguments normally escalating quickly and dangerously, leaning wreckage in your wake.

only this time you weren’t sure your relationship would stand the test of time.

deciding it was best to hear the opinions of someone you trusted, you headed towards a bar that you frequented, looking for its owner, your close friend.

‘it’s not normal to fight this much,’ shotaro, your greatest confidant let you know, patting the top of your hand.

you knew that. that the amount of times you would have your disputes, seunghan with his temper and you without a filter, it wasn’t healthy.

it was beginning to become a cycle, a few days of peace before the storm would come and shake the both of you up.

‘what do i do,’ you sighed, exhausted and hurt.

‘you know what you need to do.’

with shotaro’s words buried at the forefront of your heart, you returned back to your home.

the lights were off, the glow from the television screen illuminating your boyfriends eyes.

you both looked at one another, at the same stage of fatigue as you shrugged your coat off and found refuge in each other.

not another word was said that night, but the silence filled in for their lack of conversation.

and you spent the next two weeks like this.

hollow, lifeless versions of yourselves.

whenever a problem would arise he could see you using all of your strength to hold your tongue, turning the other way.

intimacy just wasn’t the same anymore, the both of you seemingly having a lot to think about.

there was no more laughter, or joking around with each other.

the light drained from your eyes, and you had to wonder if this was what life was meant to be like.

so tired of fighting that you lose your voices, instead trying to pretend like everything is alright.

you started to leave the house more, needing an escape from this prison that had been created in the place you used to call home.

seunghan would often have to come and pick you up, you letting out all your grievances by drowning your sorrows in alcohol, like you always did.

his arms would wrap around your waist, guiding you into your bedroom.

he would patiently hold your hair back as you emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet.

he would sit on the edge of the bathtub, using one hand to hold you up as you soaked in the bubble bath.

when he would dry you up, sleep fast approaching your spent body, you would mumble some words.

it would always be about him; ‘i hate the way she looked at you, ‘i wish you didn’t go and meet up with her yesterday i know she likes you.’

but the words uttered from your mouth last night made him freeze, a chill running down his spine as his worst fear came true.

‘i don’t think i know how to love you anymore.’

it was obvious that neither of you were happy, but as selfish as it was, seunghan couldn’t imagine a life without you.

he met you at the start of adulthood, and now that he was nearing the end of his twenties, he couldn't see himself trying again with anyone else.

so he acted like you hadn’t said anything, the dull ache in his chest starting to become a part of him.

but try as he might, he just couldn’t forget it.

they said that drink words were sober thoughts, that the possibility that you didn’t mean it was low.

even at work now, it circulated in his mind, occupying every crevice of his brain.

head in his hands, he struggled to focus on the presentation due in a couple of hours, his screen stuck on the same page.

he felt his phone buzz, and in his dream like state, he viewed the message.

we need to talk. come home my love.

he leapt out of his seat, listing off some type of excuse for why he had to leave the office early as he practically sprinted down the company stairs and to the car park.

he was sure he had ran a couple of lights but he didn’t care.

his heart was thumping, chewing on his lip as the worst case scenario continued to play in his head.

when he entered your home, making his way to the living room he saw you in a similar state.

‘why were there so many suitcases?’ bile rose to his throat and he almost wanted to turn away, avoid the inevitable.

as he stood planted in his spot, you lifted your head.

offering him a weak smile, he could see how red your eyes were, your nose a similar shade and his stomach turned violently.

‘i’ll do better. i promise baby please,’ in an instant he was at your feet, clutching you like he was scared you would dissapear.

‘seunghan-‘

‘i know, you must have been so frustrated. it can’t have been easy, i just need to- i need to be better, i’ll do whatever you want,’ tears were starting to fall, splashing onto your jeans.

‘i love you, i love you so much. loving you is the only thing i need.’

biting your lip to prevent yourself from crying too, you lifted his head from your leg.

as hard as it was, you knew that the both of you couldn’t continue on like this.

‘take a piece of my love, we’ve been through enough stuff, probably need to grow up and away.’

‘my sweet boy,’ you used your thumb to swipe his tears, an intense amount of adoration and tenderness displayed on your features.

the tone of your voice, how soft it was as you cupped his face in your hand, it only made him more devastated.

‘these mirrors know our secrets. they’ve witnessed our wild, our highs spent riding the wind. and they watched as all the storms started circling our dunes. if they could speak, their voices just might crack and shake and shatter the glass into fragments.’

‘we’ve been through enough stuff, now we need to grow up and away,’ your shoulders dropped in resignation, struggling to let out what you wanted to say.

‘we can’t try one more time?’ he was defeated, desperate for a lifeline, something that would convince you to stay.

‘i don’t like the people we’re becoming,’ you whispered.

‘i was scared. that one day the hatred would overpower my love for you. that one day you’ll no longer make my heart swell, but burn with rage.’

it hurt, because they both knew it was true.

it was glaringly obvious that there was a need for the both of them to move forward, away from their now toxic situation and find peace.

they had both been through enough turmoil and the sentiment that it was time for the both of them to separate for their own sakes was shared.

‘i want to protect the love that we shared. i don’t want all of those fond memories to go to waste,’ you caressed his face, soaking him all on as if it would be the last time to do.

seunghan, although anguished, knew that what she was saying was right.

six years of being together, he didn’t want those good years to be marred by bitterness, to be trampled over.

‘i love you hong seunghan, enough to let you go.’

‘i love you, more than you would ever comprehend,’ till their final moments he was sure she still wouldn’t.

so even though it tore his heart into pieces, he let the love of his life press one last kiss on his cheek, before leaving, not one look back.

even though you didn’t make it to the end of his story, he will always have the corner folded down on your pages, because it was his favourite.

[ijumpbridges]

Problematic

Reader being Problematic - (Scp 035, 076, Dr. Bright)

Scp - 035 - Without me by Eminem

035 took you hostage for a ‘show night sitcom’ he decide to make after he threaten the staff to make a massive keter breach containment.

Sadly, you were dragged there too, because 035 he didn’t want Bright there. The room was Kitchen theme in the background the same one Bright used before.

They also stole the idea from Bright having one.

Many people were conflicted with themselves whether to stop him or stop you from going to the night sitcom.

Scp 035 dragged you and a D-class. You were guarding the D-class until 035 found you and drag you. 035 started to go live with a camera and microphone that a D-class.

Scp 035 and the D-class actually got along, they talked to the camera and put a show. While you, on the other hand, with your hands in your pockets sand a dead stare at the camera, not moving and literally no blinking.

While 035 and the D-Class had a convo about the cafeteria food and excited to get the new muffins they brought. Another D-class came in with the muffins in a plate.

035 started to brag, he said he was going to be the first one to eat it from all the personal and Scps. But sadly, they made a mistake, they turned to you asking you if you were excited fro them to eat the muffin and you still no reaction.

Scp 035 even threaten you to say something or do anything, but nothing. So he curse and moved on the muffin plate.

“This is going to be perfect!” 035 said excited, he gave one step and too the muffin. Not even one second you shot his skull multiple times, enough that not only the host’s head was ruin the body couldn’t function.

You shot at every other D-class that was there. You move the mask as carefully as possible and left it on the floor and took the muffin, thankfully it wasn’t dirty and ate it in-front of him. You ate a piece of it and spit on the mask, who gave you a frown face.

You called for backup and personal. After a while you adjusted the camera and started dancing around. While 035 was still on the floor and the bodies still around.

Scp 035 was furious.

Not only you ruined his show you spit on him and ate the muffin he was suppose to eat.

Your video was viral around, you spit on 035 and dance around.

Scp 035 got interview and always demanded for you to come to his cell and how could you not used his powers against you.

She was told how you had another scp helping you out to capture her.

She got even crazier, and tried to breach containment cursing to find you.

She demanded others not shared the video because she felt embarrassed and humiliated.

Of course no one listen and to calm her nerves they told her must people were focus on you rather on her since they could only see you singing and dancing.

You would also try to purposely slowly walk pass his cell and start to force yourself to think about the incident and it would lose its mind trying to hypnotize you and frown.

Scp - 076 - No snitching by Lil Mabu

Someone has been literally harassing Cain

That was 076 job to do not someone else

He founded weird too that his soft ass was letting it happen, but didn’t care

Now there was also this guard who was walking with him everywhere and that’s when he knew it was you

You were the bully and he wasn’t wrong

You in-fact did bully Cain and enjoy too

You specially if you were extremely mad at him would make a remark on his dead brother

Able was sent out to another facility, this were you also were there

Able already knew about what you say about him and his brother

So when you were walking with a juice box he didn’t waste a chance.

“You” He said in anger, he came close to you and pull out a weapon, a sword. “You are the one who keeps making those stupid remarks about me and…” he got a quiet

“Who the fuck are you” you said and notice the tattoos and the sword coming out of nowhere.

You face him and he stood there you took out your gun and he took his sword to snatch it out of your hand. You put your hands up and he points his sword at you.

“You a fool if you decide to make a move” he said to you.

Not even thinking twice you ran off and he chance you, luckily for you. You disappeared on a dead end corner. He got extremely confuse and mad. He storm out looking for you, everywhere and he thought he had seen you, he had run after it and watch it disappeared.

This happens now everyday. The staff members don’t understand why he chase after you, but prevent him on going after you, knowing he will lose you on the way and curse himself to it, trying to find you.

He even dragged a personal with him to help him, of course not even with hoe intimidating he was he didn’t refuse but didn’t snitch of what was happening for you to disappear like that.

The personal saw what were you actually doing to hide from him and laugh, it went from small to literally crying in the floor. They avoiding looking to where you were, but it was hard.

Then something’s for your horror happen, the ceiling fell off and it expose where you were, you were hanging in a tube in the ceiling and and the ceiling felt on him making white as dust.

He looked up and looked at you, he jump really high to get you, and he did, but he bragged a tube and the whole thing collapsed. The other personal while crying on the floor call a guard to help out and recorded this incident.

Able had never been so humiliated

Not only you had you humiliated you dishonor his death

He was told not to attack you

You both were told to be 50ft away from each other

But sadly in the cafeteria you two saw each other, still social distancing and you went off on him

He chased you around and got into a dead end now he checks up on ceilings to see if he can see you

Your new hiding spots were the walls

Dr. Bright - The real slim shady by Eminem

Bright made you mad. Extremely mad.

He got you in trouble because he is stupid and cant take accountable of something he did and blame you.

You were now in charge of 590 and you knew that Bright knew you held a grudge against him.

Bright freak out when he realize on who was 590 pass down.

And you took revenge on that

He beg and email you.

One time he even show up at your containment asking to see him only to be kick out

He of course was mad and made another stupidity and blame on you.

Which this one actually got you in some good trouble and you would keep quiet. The worst part? The staff wouldn’t drop knowing it wasn’t true.

You email Bright and told him that he can now see 590 and you gave up.

He was suspicious and ask about it and you gave a convincing response.

The next day in the afternoon you entered 590 containment cell, he was drawing and you smoke a cigaret. Bright came in and looked at you at you through the window.

He wave and signal you to come in, you wave back and shake your head refusing. Bright thought something was up with the door and try to open it, but it would bother.

You took out your phone and music started playing. He looked confuse until he heard the lyrics of the song and started banging on the window.

What was happening was you pit really inappropriate songs, but on the other side and made it looked like there was music on 590 cell, and there was, but this was rather other friendly songs for him to listen rather than any inappropriate songs Bright was listening on the other side.

It caught 590 attentions and made a small reaction and looked at the speakers and then at the widow, at his brother signaling him to cover his ears, he did’t understand why so he kind of ignore it.

You came out of the cell after both songs were done and Bright rush inside 590 cells and stayed there for 30 minutes and came out fighting you about putting inappropriate songs to 590 and you didn’t care.

Bright was pretty mad and made a report about it.

He took the ‘recordings’ and send it

3hrs later it was drop and got the response that there was no inappropriate song

He checked the recordings and saw no songs that were inappropriate and thanks to that he also got call out on why was chasing after you and got a warning about it.

Bright was not happy, but rather stop trying to pick up a fight with you. He knew now he was going to lose.

I swear im normal when im not consuming heroin on the side walk trust me

WHO SAID THAT

WHO SAID THAT?!?!!

[spotaus]

A few references! (A wip because I got distracted lmao--)

I snatched a few of these from a magma with @oodlesndoodles (I took out Kale if only because I *was* planning on rendering before my distraction) but this doodle features Pretender!Sans, Paps, Gaster, Alphys, and Grillby in their monster forms!

(More rambles under the cut)

Design Choices!:

Sans: He's been underground for a long time but used to live on the surface. I imagine he *does* have the iconic Sans outfit somewhere, but right now he wears robes like the King and Queen used to. (He recieved them when he was appointed Judge by Asgore, but no one really knows their significance because only the Guard and Asgore know of his work.)

Paps: Chose his outfit mostly to match Pretender amd the Guard. His shoulder-pads are like old crystal ball props, and his cape had the same sparke affect as Pretender's hood/robes. Around his waist he wears one of the old lab coats Sans leaves around the house. (<- It belonged to one of Sans' favorite people, the one Paps tries to mimic, so he wears it now instead.) Paps has the markings on his face same as Gaster because Sans has a lot of photos from over the years hung on the walls in his room, and Paps used to see them a lot.

Gaster: He's deceased, so the current plot doesn't see him (he can't interact with K, unfortunately. I think they would've been friends if they'd met in Gaster's prime) but I still wanted to doodle him. This was how he looked towards the end of his life, when most of the lab team had passed and he was starting to fall down. He wore cardigans and sweaters, focusing mostly on comfort rather than safety (he was always cold, but especially so towards the end).

Alphys: Went a bit crazy after Gaster passed. She hadn't been eating for a long time, and she couldn't bring herself to leave the lab, even after Sans retired his studies and moved to Snowdin. She still wears her old lab coat, stained and ripped, and she's worse-off for it. Most who see her think she's a rabid animal that has taken a spot in the labs, cameras abandoned and traps scattered in the lab waiting for prey to fall into them. It's an unsafe zone. Any humans who manage to pass Undyne *always* fall to Alphys.

Grillby: Back to fun times!!! He's a short king (at least coming in at around 5'6" which is small compared to other boss monsters, but big compared to merchants) and still runs his restaurant in Snowdin. Though, it's usually empty these days since he doesn't exactly have much food to serve. And water? He doesn't touch the stuff. Sans goes there often just to keep Grillby company. Most monsters, even if they do see a human enter, won't bother attacking because they know Grillby gets first dibs. Grillby would rather not get blood on his nice counters, though. He wears a vest and button-up with symbols like Pretender's, but otherwise is fairly unchanged from canon.

Extra Notes:

-Alphys and Sans aren't on speaking terms any longer. After Sans gave up the project, Alphys became manic and fell into despair, deciding that she'd do everything herself. Sans tried to see her a few times after that before be realized she'd gone off the deep-end and he only dared to be nearby when Asgore needed him.

-I now believe that MTT would be a positive force for humans. A ghost-monster who wanted to look human, to see if they could pass the barrier. Alphys was in charge of the project before Gaster passed, and constructed a surprisingly sturdy human-like body. It was never tested against the barrier. Now MTT tries to stay by Alphys, even in her madness. He tries to help people by reminding them how humans look, act, and talk, with his show. He helps people who get caught by Alphys' traps. (Gotta talk to Ood, but I'm thinking that Pretender wasn't fast enough to help K on her first time through the lab. It was actually MTT who moved her out of immediate danger before stalling Alphys? Unsure.)

-Grillby likes the taste of human, but there are certain unspoken rules he works by, like other shopkeeps. For him, as long as you pay your bill and follow his one rule (no water (tears do not count as water)) then you're free from his harvest. If a human came in looking for shelter, he'd leave them be.

-Gaster was a brilliant mind, and Pretender took a lot of influences from him over the years. Despite his death, his image and memory lives on in the mannerisms and knowledge of those who knew him. In the grief left in his shadow. In the young skeleton who imitates him partially every day because he made his brother happy a long time ago.

[pineapplefulfillseveryneed]

Trying to find the latest about this film because I keep thinking about it. (A sci-fi/horror/comedy film with Russell narrating? I am so game!) A couple of articles from February 2024 suggest it will reach Europe somewhere this year, which would be very exciting if true! I'm adding some info about the film and a snippet from an interview about how Russell became part of the project below.

Penned by Clark in March 2021, the film reverberates with the pulse of American politics of that time —drawing from COVID, Qanon, and constant states of anxiety— while exploring themes of confusion, isolation, and the deep need for human connection through the story of two body-snatching alien lovers. Dropped to Earth and escaping their dying planet, the two extraterrestrials (played by a sequence of actors) seek each other out —jumping from body to body— on our planet while becoming increasingly drawn into the madness of modern-day America. “The beauty of The Becomers is its uniqueness; the film successfully touches so many different genres and wraps them all up with a backdrop of US politics — which can be a horror or comedy movie in itself,” said Dark Star president Michael Repsch. “We could not be more thrilled to be working with Zach and bringing his zany brainchild to audiences in 2024.” “I made The Becomers to capture the way 2020 felt for me,” said Clark, “and it’s been both moving and unnerving to see that feeling continue to resonate with audiences. I’m so excited to be working with Dark Star to get this thing out into the weird, wild world.” Source: https://www.horrorsociety.com

From an interview with Zach Clark:

KC: (...) How did you get Russell Mael from the band Sparks? When I heard his voice I was like, Oh my gosh that’s Russell! ZC: They’ve been one of my favorite bands since high school, and during COVID, a friend of mine was hosting these sort of like secret movie clubs, Zoom screenings, where he would send people a file and we would all download it. We’d all log into zoom, we all hit play on the same movie at the same time, and then chat about it on Zoom and talk about it afterwards. They went really well and he started getting guests to Zoom in for Q and A’s after the movies. Just like for 50 or so people are watching on Zoom and he got Sparks and Ron and Russell to zoom in afterwards. He knew I was a big fan, and he sent them a link to Little Sister. They watched it and really liked it, and so I connected on Zoom with them. Summer of 2020 was very surreal to be zooming with your favorite band. It was just really as simple as I was trying to think of someone who would be a good narrator for the movie. As you often do in independent film, you think of who you have access to or who you’re one or two degrees away from. You know, I was able to get Russell’s contact info and I reached out to him and said hey, remember when we zoomed in the summer of 2020 and you watched my last movie? I’m making a new one, would you be interested in narrating it, and there was a cut of the movie where I did all the temp narration while we were editing it into my phone just to see what works and what didn’t work. I sent him that and he basically said yes. They’re a very important band for me, and I think Russell’s voice brings a lot. KC: His voice reminds me of something alien-like or something from out of this world, so I get the picture of that. Source: https://film-fest-report.com

[smolwritingchick]

Hi! How are you? Are you doing okay? I was wondering would Jungkook and Jennie have big arguments with each other as a couple? If so, what would the argument be about?

Hi! I’m doing A-OK! Thanks for asking 😁 I hope you are well too, Anon! Yes, JenKook will be having arguments down the line. I’m still brainstorming!

Even though they may be mad at each other and arguing, they will still care about one another. And just will be a bit petty. (I wrote a little example for their first fight Drabble where they helped each other when they fell or almost fell during roller skating even though they weren’t on speaking terms)

Like I even see Jennie making loud noise on purpose to annoy him more (like slamming cabinets shut in the kitchen) and same with Jungkook. Even throwing pillows at each other occasionally which may end in a pillow fight.

Some examples of still caring even when mad: walking past each other and not speaking, rolling eyes, basically the silence treatment but he’d still hold the door for her and she’d walk through, grumbling “thanks…”

He’s gaming and goes to the kitchen to get a snack. He’ll notice her trying to reach something high in a cabinet to cook and he’ll take it down and hand it to her while she snatches it from him

She bakes cookies and he’ll be too stubborn to want to ask for some while he’s gaming. But knowing he’d want some, she’ll put some on a plate and drop it on his desk. I see them frowning at each other and him immediately eating a cookie aggressively 😂 And when she notices the plate is empty, she’ll put more cookies on the plate which would make him smile

Her trying to open something and Jungkook snatches it from her hands to open it for her and then she’ll snatch it back

Overhearing her complain that she ran out of smarties at her Smartie factory studio, I see Jungkook going into her studio and refilling her bowl for her. And when she returns to her studio she’d see it refilled and with a small post it note and a doodle of a cute angry bunny Jungkook and a cute angry hamster Jennie which would make her laugh

Seeing him in one of the dance studios, she’d walk in and hand him a bag of lunch she made for him and extra water which he’d take and grumble “Thanks…” while she rolls her eyes and leaves the dance studio.

When he falls asleep at the dorm and she finds him without a blanket she’d sigh and place a blanket on him.

Watching him grumble around the dorm when trying to find his controller and she’ll find it and hand it to him.

Some disagreements they have may be a bit silly too. I still need to think of some ideas of what they may argue about but some are:

Perhaps jealousy. Jen being jealous over a girl from jungkook’s childhood who becomes a bit too close for comfort with him while he doesn’t think it’s a big deal or something since they’re friends

Jungkook getting jealous over her and shawn Mendes when they’re collaborating more and becoming a big topic in the media with people shipping them. As well as Shawn’s label wanting her to do senorita before they had went with Camila after Jen declined.

Both wanting to spend time together but being too busy or having to reschedule multiple times. Especially if close to an anniversary of their relationship

Him overworking himself while she tries to get him to take it down a notch and rest his body so he won’t be on the verge of passing out

The dishes 😭 especially when he’s gaming and she’s trying to ask him to help her with them but he’s locked in with his game.

Maybe an argument about his scandal with the tattoo artist. Oof. I still need to figure out Jen’s reaction but I’m half and half on how I want to go about it and if I should have them argue about it.

Food 😭 silly disagreements on food like who got the bigger half or slice of something. Or getting the last bite or slice

[thenixkat]

like is this what Bruce's parenting is like? damn. Also how long did they plan to keep shit secret from Tim's parents? also love how Batman would much rather groom children into his little Bat soldiers than get a somewhat younger adult sidekick

Tim's been retired for at least 3 weeks for Stephane's leg to have healed. SHe's going to become the new Robin

I hold no illusions of Tim staying out of teh superhero game. I know he's going back and that writers are gonna kill off his dad at some point

Tim's been out of the game for 6 weeks

I'll say this about Scarab, lady said if we kill everyone that might be the target we'll probably kill him

Tim gets sexually assulted with a nonconsentual kiss from someone he's not interested in, Stephanie (yeah i'm not managing to spell that) caught shit and got mad about it. Ma'am did Tim give any indication that he's the cheating type?

mob princess chic, Tim can date people who dont go to that school. ALso sometimes boys just arent into you? Just cause you force a kiss on someone doesnt mean they'll ditch their girlfriend for you

Stephanie decided to sulk for 3 days instead of talk to her boyfriend about what she saw. Tim, drop her, you can do better

Scarab started killing the potantial Tims in Gotham

and killed the parents of the maybe Tims

like ma'am are you getting bonuses for the extra murder?

Stephanie: I wanna be Robin Batman: Ok

sir yall just got in trouble with the last child who has living family being pissed off upon finding shit out. save teh child snatching for the orphans

so you snap up his girlfriend?

Bruce is supposedly smart. supposedly so Batman dissaproves of Stephanie as a superhero if she's not under his control. I see

so Bruce, you're so certain you can train someone into being a good superhero right? So why do you stick with the child grooming instead of getting an adult sidekick?

Batman just likes being in control and children are easier to control than adults

Batman teaches children how to torture people. Also STeph gets comparisons to Tim held over her head b/c Batman isnt a good trainer

Tim dont be friendly with the girl who forced a kiss on you just cause yer shitty girlfriend hasnt contacted you in who knows how long

Steph hasnt talked to her boyfriend in 46 days. Ok Tim take teh out and break up with her but also dont hang out with the chick who forced a kiss on you cause she clearly dont give a fuck about bounderies

Batman teaching the children to torture people

Tim just take the out and break up with Steph, she's not a good partner

This lady has been killing so many almsot Tims. ANd Batman hasnt noticed.

the mob is doing a bunch of loud attention grabbing shit but if Batman's smart that should have felt fishy a month ago also the public have a poor vie on Batman and his army of children that keep changing

Tim puts two and two together about what Steph has been up to and manages to get in contact with her by calling the Batcave

Batman found out about the assassin after 2 fucking months of murdered families. Got the gender completely wrong tho

took Batman that damn long to find shit out but cant tell from the footprints that teh killer is a lady? Or does Batman have a male bias?

they got so much wrong about the killer and took so long find shit out in the first place yet correctly guessed the next potential victim

I like how batman isnt bothered by grabbing a broken glass window, with his whole body weight. Even with gloves

lady who's been murdering the shit out of folks who might be teh target has a Robin but stopped to ask questions b4 murder

heheh Scarab really just shook Steph till she stopped being annoying.

a good power suit Yo! Scarab knocked out Batman and the batman understudy? Man wo--- Worf Effect aint it?

also the anatomy in these issues has been buckwild

just casually the art hasnt been good all of these issues in different ways But also you see why I wanna make connections between Scarab (assassin lady) and Blue Beetle stuff? the mech suit, same bug theme, similar looking abilities between Scarab's mech shit and Khaji's armor just like a lower tech and more pared down version from teh same-ish area

Batman admits to getting his ass beat for once

Batman had to break out his mech suit cause he got his ass beat

Scarab's kinda cool. I hope she beats Batman's ass again

Scarab has scarab bombs with functional wings. Ted would want those

Scarab's pretty cool. Its not gonna last b/c we cant have someone be batter than the batfam

Yay! Scarab is 2 wins, zero losses against Batman

Bruce got blinded b/c Scarab uses white phospherous in a fights and refuses proper treatment. Man I wish his body would just fucking break and stay broken someday from teh way he treats it

Batman was benched for three weeks because Scarab kicked his ass Man, I'd love for Scarab to get connected to Blue Beetle stuff Bruce fires Steph for trying to save his life and not being 100% obedient

he also said his vision is still blurry so, go get yer ass kicked again by yerself asshole

Bruce you cant fucking fucking fire her from her own superhero persona that isnt connected to yers. Controlling asshole

[laalaaisqueen]

My Single survivor AUs always end up in Guardian suffering.

Po: Stabs man with a knife *he doesnt die dw* before he can even finish explaining and runs away because she ain't talking to no dirty stranger with a broken camera and if they do travel together, Po doesn't yell at him but she calls him weird and gross because its rude for a mortal to spy on two gods. *I prob have never mentioned Po's god complex but she also genuinely believes Tinky is godlike* Its just a bunch of Po being the worst. Stalking is wrong but it's more wrong to talk to people as if they're below you.

Guardian: *being told his whole life the test subjects are just talking animals* Po: Sorry that you didn't know but I'm a god and above you :)

I imagine Po just demands stuff of him and Guardian is just like "What, you can't talk to me like that, I'm The Guardian and I-"

"Bro, I'm basically a god, gimmie your night vision camera before I make you drop to your knees before me."

Laa-Laa: Punches him in the face as he gets too close *and snatches Dipsy's hat back because that's not yours you weirdo* calls him a list of insults, creep, pervert, stalker, ect. Guardian does not understand what any of these words mean. *But he has a feeling they are mean insults* Him just not understanding her anger just eventually makes her go, "You know what, let's just drop this for now, but I'm taking this rock with me so no funny business buddy"

Guardian: ... Laa-Laa: What are you staring at me for? Guardian: You said mean untrue things about me Laa-Laa: I wouldn't call them all untrue but so what? Guardian: Laa-Laa: If you're expecting an apology, you're not getting one Guardian: But you said mean things! Laa-Laa: What are you, 4? Guardian: I'm 21 Laa-Laa: That's somewhat reassuring, I was afraid you might have been older that it would have been more creepy. Guardian: How old did you think I was? Laa-Laa: I don't know, maybe mid 40s? You look so filthy I can't even tell you are young. Guardian: 40?!

Tinky Winky: The bag is coming out and whacking out one of Guardian's teeth. He is seething, he is enraged. He is gonna swear. Angry tears. Gets even more mad at Guardian for practically ruining his makeup. Spends his pretty time redoing his makeup. Also snatches Dipsy's hat but stuffs it into his bag.

Guardian: :( Tinky Winky, who is the same age: BoY don't give me the frowny face, you think you can just walk in here, order me to listen to your excuses just because you're 'The Guardian'? I got news for you dirty little man, it's rude to speak to me as if I'm lesser than you, and it's rude to steal stuff and never return it! And it's weird to watch us without our- Guardian: But I- Tinky Winky: DO NOT interrupt! That's also rude!

Dipsy: Man is gonna punch this dirty man. I'm taking back my hat now thank you very much. This situation is really weird but I suppose I could go to the station with you, I don't have anything better to do anyway.

Dipsy: I should probably move from this place anyway before Laa-Laa shows up to kick my ass for leaving her behind Guardian: But I saw her dead body Dipsy: You're a really bad stalker if you think death will stop Laa-Laa from kicking my ass

[the-red-mafia]

The Chase

When Mad and Rhyme's hangout is crashed by a mysterious woman, the duo are forced to hide out in the mall. Who is the woman, and how does she know Rhyme's name? Also available on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/TheRedMafia Next Update: [Updated] Word Count: 2654

5 weeks after “The Door”

“Hey Velvet, are you busy?” Mad called out, knocking on the doorframe into the kitchen. The teen looked up from the book they were reading.

“Oh, no. I’m just sitting here researching for no reason, you know?” 

“Great. Can I ask you a question?” 

“Mihi deōs, cōnfectus,” she muttered, setting the book down, “What do you want?” Mad walked around the kitchen counter and sat down next to Velvet at the table. The teen closed the notebook they had open and set the book down on top of it before taking a sip of their energy drink.

“Do you know anyone by the name of Eliza Gracy?” As soon as it finished its sentence, Velvet let out a loud groan. 

“I fucking hate that woman.”

“So you do know her?” Velvet leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes.

“Yeah, I do. She’s got this horrible high-pitched voice that gives you a headache the instant you hear it. Why do you ask?” 

“No reason,” Mad said quietly, “How do you know her?” Velvet opened their eyes and raised an eyebrow.

“She was one of Unor’s business associates. Pretty sure they had a thing, though.” A question mark appeared on the robot’s screen.

“A…thing?” 

“Nevermind. She runs the Veris Mining Company, I think that was the one we were going up against on Palniux.”

“Ah. This is gonna sound kind of weird but-”

“I can guarantee that I’ve heard weirder, Mad. Spit it out. I need to get back to reading.” Mad’s screen went blank, which caused the teen to raise an eyebrow.

“Did she have any, like, kids?” Velvet narrowed her eyes at them.

“Did something happen when you went out yesterday?”

“Sort of.”

“Are you gonna tell me?”

“I can’t.”

“Of course,” they mumbled, crossing their arms, “Well, I think she had a few foster children over the years. Met a few but they never stuck around. It always seemed to be the kids’ fault but considering how close she was with Unor, I’d guess Mrs. Gracy took on some of his parenting tactics.”

“Did you ever meet one named Rhyme?” Velvet’s eyes widened and they quickly sat up in their seat. They hit the table slightly with their leg, nearly knocking over their drink. 

“Are you saying that Diamonds is Rhyme Reuter?”

“What?” Mad exclaimed, “How did you-”

“Not important, answer my question.” 

“No, not until you answer mine!” Velvet groaned and picked up their energy drink again.

“I may or may not have followed you that day when you and Rhyme went to the roller skating rink.”

“You what?” 

“Listen, I didn’t know what his goals were with you. I didn’t want to have to stage a rescue mission down the road.” Mad put their hands on the side of their T.V. and groaned. 

“That’s…really messed up, Velvet.”

“Whatever. Now that we’re on the same page, tell me what happened yesterday.” Mad motioned towards the books.

“What about your research?”

“That can wait. Spill.” Mad looked at the Red Mafia’s ‘leader’ before sighing.

“Alright, fine,” it replied, snatching Velvet’s energy drink can, “But I’m throwing this away first.”

“Bitch.” 

The sounds of the city were loud as Mad navigated its way through crowds of people. Stores lined the streets, people pouring out of them with various goods in hand. There were a few robots around as well, escorting various families around the new pop-up city. From the looks of it, they were all recent models of Mad’s original design. They featured rectangular screens and thin, grey metal bodies that were about ten centimetres taller than Mad’s. A few of their screens went blank when they looked at it but they were quickly ushered on by their people. 

The buildings in the distance were still under construction and the road was roped off by bright yellow caution tape. They were based on ‘ancient American architecture’, although they appeared to be basic suburbs. Even the shops had the looks of family homes. Mad’s phone buzzed twice and they quickly pulled it out. Before they could even read the message, someone grabbed onto their right arm.

“Come on, let’s go!” 

“Woah-” 

“Stop them!”

The person pushed Mad behind a dumpster in an alleyway. They caught themself as the person shoved themself next to them.

“Uh-”

“Hey Mad.”

“...Rhyme?” She turned around, putting up two finger guns toward it. 

“The one and only.” They chuckled.

“Do you always have to kidnap me whenever we hang out?” The thief smirked.

“What can I say, stealing is kinda my thing.”

“Right, right.” 

“Anyways, this time that wasn’t the intention,” he said, pulling the dumpster lid open so it covered their heads, “Caught a bit of attention earlier. Hard to avoid it, considering how fabulous I am. Turn your screen off, please.” Mad obliged, looking the teen up and down. She was right, it was hard not to notice her bright rainbow jeans. The pockets and seams were lined with purple gems that matched the newly dyed streaks in his brown hair. Her shirt was just as extravagant, consisting of a black shirt with x’s made of diamonds. He wasn’t wearing a jacket, revealing a few scars on the outside of his arms. Footsteps thundered past the dumpster accompanied by shouting voices. Rhyme sat unsettlingly still, barely breathing. Mad watched her as the voices faded down the alley. The two of them waited for several minutes before Rhyme laughed.

“Stupid cops,” she mumbled, closing the dumpster lid, “Although, I’m sure you know that.” 

“Huh?”

“One of your little team got arrested, right? Read something about Velvet shooting the Queen of Gazra.”

“She what?” Rhyme glanced at it before bursting out laughing. Mad just stared at him. 

“Oh god,” the teen said, wiping a fake tear from her eye, “They didn’t tell you about that?” 

“No-” Rhyme laughed again. 

“I’m not surprised. Everyone make it out ok?” 

“For the most part. Velvet, uh, got shot.” The teen raised an eyebrow. 

“Actually?”

“Mhm.” Rhyme laughed again.

“Ain’t that ironic.”

“What do you mean?” Rhyme didn’t respond, instead standing and holding a hand out to it.

“Let’s go, the mall is gonna close soon.”

“Oh, right.” 

“I’m surprised you wanted to come clothes shopping with me, Mad,” Rhyme called out from behind the changing room door. The droid looked up from the bench.

“Well, I’ve never been to a mall before.”

“Really? Not even back in the 2050s?” Mad chuckled.

“No. Back when I was with my creator, I didn’t leave the AET other than to go to space. And Velvet didn’t make it a priority to catch me up on modern things like that.”

“But she let you come today?” Mad looked towards the ground.

“Not exactly. They’re with our boss today doing something for his…well. I’m not fully sure what it is. Some kind of cult?”

“Your boss runs a cult?”

“Apparently.”

“Any cult I know of?” 

“That depends, have you ever been to Earth?” Rhyme laughed.

“Oh fuck no, that place is a wasteland nowadays. You trying to tell me there’s a cult on Earth?” Mad was quiet for a moment.

“Yeah, I guess I am.” The latch clicked, causing the door to swing open. Rhyme stepped out, their rainbows nowhere to be found. Instead, he was dressed in a knee-length emerald green dress. There were several layers of ruffles at the hem and the u-neckline that seemed to be irritating her skin. Mad looked him up and down before its screen went blank. The thief broke out into laughter.

“Looks that bad, huh?” 

“No, no. Just- It looks good.” Rhyme narrowed her eyes at them before looking down at the dress.

“...You sure your camera’s working? ‘Cause I think this is the ugliest thing I’ve willingly put on my body.”

“Then why’d you try it on?” Rhyme sighed and sat down on the bench, letting the changing room door close behind him.

“I’ve got a heist coming up and none of my current clothes fit the dress code. Trust me, that is nowhere near the standards for my clothing.” 

“I would’ve thought you owned all types of clothes.”

“Not clothes for a Christian charity ball, thankfully.” A question mark popped up on the robot’s screen, slightly startling their friend. 

“So is Christianity still a big thing?” Rhyme raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I guess. Don’t know if it’s the same as you remember, though.” Mad’s screen went blank again, causing the teen to frown. 

“What about you? Got any wacky robot religious revelations?” Mad shrugged, looking over at her.

“Not really. Elanor was religious, but I find it hard to believe in a god, considering I work for one.” Rhyme blinked at it a few times.

“Mad, I need you to be honest with me.”

“...Okay?”

“Do you work for Jesus?” Mad burst out into laughter, nearly damaging their speakers from the noise. 

“No, no, not Jesus.” 

“Damn, imagine the looks on people’s faces if I told them I knew someone who worked for literal Jesus. Wouldn’t that be something…” Rhyme’s voice trailed off, leaving the duo in silence. A few minutes passed and they watched various patrons enter and exit the changing rooms. Eventually, the thief groaned.

“Yeah, I don’t think this is gonna work. It’s itchy as fuck.” Mad laughed, a smiling emoticon returning to its screen. Rhyme stood up and smiled at them.

“Why don’t you try it on?” he asked, opening the changing room door again, “I think it’ll look good on you.” 

“Me? I don’t have any money.”

“...I know you did not just say that to me.” Mad chuckled quietly. 

“Yeah, I’m realising that now.”

Rhyme pulled Mad, who was now carrying a black bag in their left arm, out of the food court. He tossed a brown paper bag into a nearby trash bin before taking a  sip of his soda. They walked down the mall’s walkway as people streamed past them. A few of them gave Rhyme weird looks, but the young thief didn’t seem to notice. Various shops lined the walkway, some of which were already closing. Rhyme shook her drink slightly, but only the sound of ice remained. He frowned.

“Finished your soda already?” Mad asked. Rhyme rolled her eyes. 

“You would’ve too, it’s really good.” The robot laughed. 

“Maybe.”

“Anyways, are you ready to go?” Mad glanced at him.

“But you didn’t get what you needed.”

“Oh well,” the thief shrugged, throwing her empty cup into a trash bin as the duo walked by, “I’ll just get it somewhere else-” The teen suddenly stopped, letting go of Mad’s arm. A question mark popped up on the droid’s screen. 

“Rhyme? Are you ok?” He didn’t answer. People went past them, a few mumbling angrily in a language it couldn’t understand.

“Rhyme, what’s going on?” When the teen didn’t answer, Mad grabbed one of her arms and pulled her out of the walkway, stopping in front of a vending machine. Rhyme looked down at the ground as Mad put their hands on his shoulders. 

“Rhyme, I can’t help if you don’t-”

“We have to go.”

“What?”

“We have to go!” The young thief gripped its left arm and took off sprinting towards the exit, nearly knocking Mad over in the process. Before they could reach the door, two large snake-like people blocked it. One of them was a large blue snake with a face and arms, one of which gripped a large rifle. The other resembled Medusa, donning multiple snakes on top of their head. A few screams erupted from the shops as Mad pulled Rhyme to a stop in front of them. The snake raised their rifle. 

“Out of my way,” Rhyme growled, causing Mad’s screen to go blank. The snake shook their head, smirking. A loud, shrill laugh echoed down the hallways. Mad spun around to the loud clicks of a pair of heels on the tiled floor of the mall, but Rhyme didn’t move. 

“Get. Out. Of. The. Way,” Rhyme repeated. 

“Oh, Rhyme…where do you think you’re going?” A woman stepped out of a nearby makeup store, staring directly at Rhyme. Mad saw their friend tense up next to them. The woman, whose long, pure white dress swayed softly as she walked, stopped a metre or so from Mad. Rhyme still didn’t turn around, instead attempting to push the snake-man out of the way. The woman frowned when the snake shoved her to the ground. 

“Rhyme!” Mad called out, turning its head around to look at him. In a blink of an eye, he was on his feet, a gun pointed at the woman’s head. Mad watched in horror as Rhyme, her face blank, fired a shot. The bullet soared towards the woman but was stopped by a young man, maybe 20 or so, who jumped in front of her. The snake-haired man tackled Rhyme to the ground, knocking the gun out of his hand. Mad attempted to push them off but the snake grabbed it from behind. He shoved them down too, nearly shattering their T.V. screen on the cold tiles. Rhyme attempted to squirm out of the snake-man’s grip to no avail. The woman let out a quiet chuckle.  

“Stop struggling, dear. You’ll get wrinkles.” She kneeled down, lightly lifting Rhyme’s head so he was forced to look up at her. Mad couldn’t see his face, but the lady simply frowned. 

“What did you do to your hair?” She demanded, picking up a strand of purple. Rhyme jerked her head back, banging the jaw of the snake-man. 

“Ow- fuck-” Rhyme shoved him off and scrambled to snatch the gun off the ground. The lady kicked him down and picked the weapon up, pointing it toward him. Rhyme jumped up and pulled out her tiny gun. He shot both the snake men before aiming it at the woman. The snake man tumbled off of Mad and it quickly scrambled to its feet. The two humans circled each other, weapons raised.

“Rhyme, what’s-”

“Mad, you don’t want to be here for this,” the thief told it, not even glancing back. The woman laughed and looked the droid up and down.

“Well hello there~” she called out, “Mad, was it?”

“Mad, go.” Mad looked between the two before focusing their camera on the woman.

“Who are you?”

“Mad,” Rhyme hissed. 

“Oh, do you not have facial recognition? My name is Eliza Gracy. I’m Rhyme’s mother.” Rhyme cut her off, firing a shot that grazed her left arm. She let out a loud shriek and fell to the ground. Rhyme quickly spun around and grabbed Mad’s arm, dragging the stunned robot out of the door. 

Mad and Rhyme slid behind the dumpster once more. Alarms blared around them, various shouts and screams echoing behind them. Rhyme was breathing heavily as Mad quickly pulled its phone out of its pocket. The teen glanced at them.

“What…what are you doing?” he asked between breaths. 

“Calling Velvet.”

“No!” Mad turned to its friend with a question mark on its screen. Rhyme covered her mouth. 

“...why?” Rhyme sighed, letting his hands fall to his sides. 

“Look, Velvet can’t know I have any relation to Eliza.”

“So that lady was your mom?”

“Foster mom,” Rhyme corrected in a monotone. Mad’s screen grew dark once again. 

“Oh…are you okay?” The teen looked back at them. Her face was blank, but her eyes were distraught. He looked them up and down before sighing.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just hate her. A lot.” 

“The feeling’s mutual, Rhyme dear! Unfortunately for us both, I have a reputation to uphold.” Rhyme pulled Mad behind them and scanned the alleyway, but Eliza was nowhere to be found. 

“Mad, go.” 

“But what about you?” The thief glanced back at it, smirking.

“I’ll figure something out. I’ll call you later?” The assistance droid’s screen lit up with a large smile emoticon.

“Alright. Stay safe, okay?”

“You’ve got it, strange robot.”

[wonderneverlandsystem]

RWBY VOLUME 8 CHAPTER 8 SPOILERS | TW: Talk of suicide.

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First off. Whoever is in charge of the warnings on the episodes? Fuck you. And despite what I am about to say about some writing choices for this episode, Thank you Miles for acknowledging that the warning wasn't enough and saying that it should be better and that ur sorry even though you have no control over it. At the VERY LEAST, it should've gotten the same warning as the episode Penny died in, if not a full warning for suicide. SPOILERS. DO NOT MATTER. WHEN SOMETHING IS THAT TRIGGERING.

*inhales* Now. Let's talk about the writing and how fucking angry I am in regards to how they did the cat. Not only as someone who is a fan of RWBY and writing in general, but as a writer myself, and also, and I'm being serious here, probably one of the biggest fans of Lewis' original works as well as the many different interpretations people have made for them. *exhales*

Why.

The fuck.

Did y'all do that?

There are not a whole lot of times where I've been all that upset with RWBY's writing. And I was much more upset the day the episode came out because I had so much other shit going on, but I've since calmed down, and I'm still pissed about it.

First off, let's start with the fact that he is supposed to be a stand-in for the Cheshire Cat. And before anyone comes at me, yes, I know they're not all gonna be exactly like the characters they stand in for. But they should at least be close, and for character's like the Herbalist and the Red Prince, y'all got that pretty fuckin on point. AND YOU EVEN DID THAT RIGHT FOR THE CURIOUS CAT UNTIL THIS EPISODE. But like SO* FUCKING MANY PEOPLE HAVE, for some fucking reason, y'all made them a villain. And I'm tired of seeing people make their Cheshire Cat characters evil or have malicious goals.

I wouldn't be *as mad if you guys didn't make it come out of basically fucking nowhere. But you did. You guys actually made me excited with how you were portraying him, especially with making him and Jaune unreliable narrators. The Cheshire Cat at his core is supposed to be a nonsensical and Mad guide who asks a bunch of equally nonsensical and Mad questions in seek of knowledge. Which you guys did. SO WELL. He doesn't have any motive to do much of anything other than cause some mischief while simultaneously actually helping and be annoying, like a cat or a kid.

The Curious Cat was* just that. They shared a bit of their heart with the Red Prince to calm him down momentarily so they could get team RWBY out safely*. Then he asked some questions, figuring out what they were doing, what they were, and where they're going. Something of note that a lot of people seem to keep forgetting is that he didn't wanna go to the tree. He told team RWBY that when they asked him to take 'em there' because he'd been there before, "So, why would I ever want to go back?"

They had to, in Blake's own words, "Just because they don't want to go back to the tree doesn't mean we can't lure them there." He knew they were tricking him into going to the tree, but his purpose, his very soul, wanted information more than his want to not* go back to the tree. So he guided them anyway in trade. THEY WARNED TEAM RWBY TO NOT GO TALKING TO STRANGERS WITHOUT HIM BEING THERE! The moment they did, they ended up in a situation where Ruby, specifically, was in danger of losing their purpose.

If he wanted to "wear her down" so he could take over her body, like he has now done with Neo and told Ruby he wanted to do to her, why would they warn team RWBY, and why would they interrupt the vision she was having. If they had let it go on just a bit longer, she probably would've been in prime position for body snatching. And it's not like the Herbalist or the rest of team RWBY were in any position to stop them from doing so. WBY was still tiny, and the Herbalist doesn't seem like they'd be much of a fighter. And they already had all the information they "apparently needed".

But no. They stop Ruby's vision thingy and then continue with their purpose. They give a bit of heart to the Herbalist, so he's himself enough to ascend. Then he continues the rest of his job and continues to guide RWBY, helping them get back to their normal size (where they could much more easily attack him if he went after Ruby). When the group finds Ruby presumably talking to herself, he looks visibly confused and concerned, then surprised when Ruby gives up her emblem that "carries a mother's promise." No one in the group was paying attention to him in that moment.

So if he had the intentions that he now claims to have, why wouldn't he look pleased, happy, content, etc.? And you can't say "Oh well it's to not tip of the viewers." That's not how that works. Unless you wanna throw in some bullshit where he breaks the fourth wall and they know we're watching. You specifically had a shot where it showed his reaction to that, where no one was paying attention to them because y'know PEOPLE WERE BEING ATTACKED, so his reaction had to have been genuine. It doesn't make sense for it to not be.

Moving on. Team RWBY gets attacked by the Jabberwocker, and he goes to the bird boi and changes his purpose momentarily to help protect them, and once WBY ia full size, he makes sure to get Ruby out of harms way as she doesn't have a weapon or way of defending herself ("oh but he just needs her to not die so he can take her body", again. He has already had a chance to do that, a much easier one at that. He also could've taken that as a chance to do so because WBY was distracted. Then, one more jabberwockers comes, and he sends them all on their way, telling them he'll stay back with the bird boi to fight off the rest.

Now. Episode 6. The cat finds them, as well as Jaune & Juniper, and seems happy, if anything, to see Jaune. Of course, Jaune doesn't trust them and throws out accusations, which, from his perspective, seem fair to make. The cat is visibly hurt a couple of times this episode. When Jaune talks about them like he does, he is visibly hurt, and he eventually starts to talk back to Jaune in an antagonizing way yes, but most people when they get accused of shit, get defensive. Whether you did it or not. Then there's the Punderstorm, Jaune talks about his side of the story a bit. But his memory is indeed messed up, which is not his fault, but it can't be trusted, and definitely shouldn't be treated as the gospel truth.

He yet again was visibly saddened and hurt when remembering how he was tricked by Alyx in almost the same way he was by RWBY, except they didn't promise to take him with them, and this time he knew he was being tricked. I don't know about you guys, but if I had the goals he now claims to have, I wouldn't look sad when remembering what Alyx did, I'd be angry. And considering how Alyx has been described to the Ruby and Weiss, as well as how Jaune thinks of her, the cat being angry wouldn't tip them off to jack shit, they know (think) she was "selfish and cruel". When he realizes that they aren't gonna trust or listen to him over Jaune, he leaves. Thanking them for the lesson and walking their lil' cat butt away, ending the Punderstorm.

Now. Chapter 8..... He gets Neo away from Ruby and keeps her from drinking the tea and ascending. Then, they take a full 180. They climb up on her and knead some dangerous kitty biscuits, saying, "I have been trying to wear you down for so long." and that their purpose is, "... when a poor little heart is broken, I can fill it with mine."

The only thing they've done that would suggest that MAYBE* they were trying to wear down Ruby's mental health was mentioning the fact that Salem was close to winning and the lil look over the shoulder he gave? But literally, nothing else supports that fact. In fact, everything else actively goes against that, even things, as I've explained, that didn't need to happen as no one was paying attention.

And as for his purpose and him being "cursed with curiosity."? He gives bits of his heart to ppl to help get them back on the right path, or if necessary he can do that to help guide them into doing a different purpose for a time like with Hawker (bird boi). And sure, that could cause him to be bitter, trust me as someone who has had to put others before myself my entire life, I know. And that coupled with the gods leaving them in the Ever After to PRESUMABLY* go make Remnant as he was going to say before getting cut off by Little, makes sense for him to be bitter and angry. I would be, too. My problem isn't with that. It's with how it was executed and also the fact that he's supposed to be a Cheshire Cat character, and they aren't supposed to be malicious, evil, have ill-intent, etc.

There was damn near no evidence of anything he revealed in this episode. There were loads going against it even, I don't care how fucking evil or manipulative you are, there should've been something to point towards this. Even Salem was pretty damn obvious about how she felt and was treating things when Ozma was with her after being revived. It just took him too long to realize because he loved her.

Had there been more than a one-off comment and funny look, followed by MULTIPLE TIMES PROVING THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT HE SAYS IS HIS GOAL, I wouldn't be nearly as upset. I would never not be upset at all because, as I have stated, I am fucking tired of seeing people interpreting the Cheshire Cat as evil and making him a villain. (Alice In Madness is excluded because that made everyone different evil, and also I try to ignore its existence anyway because of the antisemitic charactures) But had you guys done it properly, I wouldn't be nearly as pissed off as I am.

Sincerely, a very tired and "distressed" fan. (Jace)

p.s. If you aren't also a writer as well as a fan of Alice's Adventures In Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass, don't try and argue with me. I don't have the energy. (not talking like read it once or twice for class or whatever, I mean an actual proper fan)

[mickmackpattywack]

The Queen of Fire Meets the King of Hellfire: CH 9 - Watergate

ST4 but with Jamie (Nine/009). I used the comic book (Into the Fire) as a rough starting point. Jamie possesses Pyrokinesis (the ability to create/control fire). Starts off when Eddie’s already fled to Reefer Rick’s.

Snippet:

“Wanna see?” asks Max.

“See what?” asks Jamie, coming over to Max.

“Here” says Max, handing her the binoculars.

“What is happening?” asks Lucas.

Max glares at Lucas as Jamie puts the binoculars up to her eyes and looks through them. She spots Steve in the boat “Oh... oh wow” says Jamie.

“Right?” says Max

“Okay,” says Lucas, as he snatches the binoculars back “You two have lost your binocular privileges.”

Ch1: Damned Spiders - Link

Ch2: The Tattoo - Link

Ch3: So, There's This Girl... - Link

Ch4: Mad Max - Link

Ch5: Are You a Nerd? - Link

Ch6: Hey, Freak! - Link

Ch7: Skull Rock - Link

Ch8: I'll Follow You Into Mordor - Link

Chapter 9 – Watergate  Chapter 9 – Watergate  

They’re all in the woods, walking quickly as they follow Dustin’s lead.

“Something’s happening” says Dustin, as he looks down at the compass.

“Dustin? Can you slow down? Dustin?” asks Eddie.

“I think we’re getting close” says Dustin, looking back.

Eddie quickly runs to grab Dustin, as he almost walks straight into a body of water “Watch your step big guy” says Eddie.

“Oh man” says Steve.

“You gotta be shitting me” says Dustin.

“Isn’t this... where we were earlier?” asks Jamie.

“Yeah” says Eddie “I thought these woods were familiar.”

“Lover’s Lake” says Robin.

“This is confounding” says Dustin.

“There’s a gate in Lover’s Lake?” asks Max.

“Whenever the Demogorgon attacked, it always left an opening. Maybe Vecna’s the same way” says Nancy.

“Yeah, only one way to find out” says Steve.

 ...

Eddie and Steve plop the boat Eddie and Jamie had used earlier in their escape into the water.

Steve offers his hand up to Robin as she goes to get in the boat “Yeah, I’m just gonna, do that” says Robin as she puts one hand on Steve’s head and the other on Eddie’s, using them as leverage to step onto the boat “Thank you.”

“Yeah, that works too” says Steve.

Robin sits down as Eddie steps into the boat. Eddie offers his hand to Nancy as she gets in “Wheeler.”

“Thanks” says Nancy, taking his hand.

Dustin walks to step onto the boat next, but Eddie grabs Dustin’s head and pushes it back “Hey, hey, hey, you trying to sink us? This thing holds three people, tops, okay?” says Eddie.

“What about Jamie? Is she not coming with us?” asks Robin.

“I’d rather not” says Jamie “I... can’t swim, and the only reason I got in the boat earlier is cause, I thought I was gonna die, so.”

“But what if we need you?” asks Robin

“I don’t know if you’re aware, but fire and water don’t exactly mix” says Jamie “Plus, what’s the worst that can happen, you’re just going to see if it’s there, right?”

“God don’t say that. Don’t ever say that! Have you watched any horror movie, ever? You’ve just jinxed us.” says Steve.

“I’ve actually never seen a horror movie” says Jamie, shrugging her shoulders.

“Guys, we don’t have time for this” says Nancy “Jamie and Dustin, stay here. We’ll just be there and back.”

“But it’s my goddamn theory!” says Dustin.

“You heard Nance” says Robin.

“Who put her in charge?” asks Dustin.

“I did” says Robin.

“Compass?” asks Nancy.

Dustin takes the compass out of his pocket and hands it to Nancy.

Steve pushes the boat off the shore, and smoothly gets into it as it takes off.

“You said three!” says Dustin.

“Sorry” Steve whispers.

Jamie and Eddie look at each other, as the boat drifts off.

...

“Bedtimes at nine, kiddos!” says Robin.

“What?” yells Jamie.

“No, not you, Nine, I meant... never mind!” yells Robin.

“Okay, so, she also responds to Nine, good to know” says Robin.

 ...

“Ugh. When’d Steve get so hairy?” asks Lucas, looking at the group in the boat through a pair of binoculars.

“Right? I keep telling him he needs to tame that jungle, but he claims the ladies dig it” says Dustin.

“Let me see” says Max, taking the binoculars from around Lucas’s neck.

Max holds the binoculars up and looks through them. A few seconds of silence passes. She takes them down from her face and looks over to Jamie “Wanna see?” asks Max.

“See what?” asks Jamie, coming over to Max.

“Here” says Max, handing her the binoculars.

“What is happening?” asks Lucas.

Max glares at Lucas as Jamie puts the binoculars up to her eyes and looks through them. She spots Steve in the boat “Oh... oh wow” says Jamie.

”Right?” says Max.

“Okay,” says Lucas, as he snatches the binoculars back “You two have lost your binocular privileges.”

 ...

Steve has already dove into the water. Dustin is keeping an eye on the boat through the binoculars “Come on Steve, come on...” whispers Dustin.

Suddenly, there’s the sound of radio chatter and talking in the distance. Flashlight beams shine through the trees.

“Shit. Down! Down!” whispers Lucas.

All four of them crouch down and lean against a log. They hear a man, yelling in the distance, getting closer.

Robin’s voice comes through the walkie “Dustin, you’re a goddamn Einstein. Steve found the gate-“ Dustin quickly switches off the walkie.

“Cops” says Max.

“Shit. Shit. Shit” says Lucas.

“They can’t find me. Max please,” whispers Jamie, grabbing Max’s wrist, hard enough to leave a bruise “I can’t go back there, you can’t let them take me back there.”

Max looks into Jamie's eyes, then looks down “Is this log hollow?” asks Max, she looks to Dustin.

Dustin looks to the side of it, then back at Max “Yeah” he whispers.

“Get inside it” Max says to Jamie. Jamie crawls over and begins to shuffle inside the log.

“You guys, stay with me” Max stands up “Hey officers! Over here! I found the killer! This way!” shouts Max. She starts to run, Dustin and Lucas following her. The cops, now chasing after them.

 ...

Jamie waits a few moments, before crawling back out. She stays crouched down, making sure there were no cops around “Nancy!” she hears yelling from the lake.

She jogs to the edge of the water, staying crouched down. She squints her eyes, trying to see what’s happening. She sees something fall out of the boat “Goddammit!” she hears Eddie yell. Is... is he the only one in the boat?

She sees Eddie standing, as if he’s about to dive in “No” says Jamie.

Eddie dives into the water “No, Eddie!” yells Jamie. She runs into the water up to her calves.

“Eddie!” yells Jamie. She’s terrified, she’s all alone now. The cops could come back at any second and take her away. Tears begin to fill her eyes.

Ch10: Jamie, A Little Help?! - Link

Ch11: It’s All A What? - Link

[chilopodacrudus]

Who do you Want to Be? Chapter 15: Body Company

CW: Graphic depictions of violence; cannibalism, cults, (extremely NON romanticized) physical and verbal abuse, major character death, death, blood and torture.

Piers took awhile to take in Casey’s words but never responded; instead opting to stare out the window and watch the sunset as Casey gave in to his exhaustion and fell asleep in his lap. “Make it quick.” He whispered to himself; the words felt familiar on his mouth, he figured he had said that once or twice before. The latch inside of him shook with some intensity as he turned his eye to the sleeping Casey. He noted how sweet he looked; how worried, he wanted to strip that worry away, he wanted to replace it with something...something he couldn’t quite put a word to. He felt the same about Allison...he felt the same about Ava. Rolling his head back before watching him with increasing intensity. He spoke in a hushed tone. “No; no Casey you can’t trust me…” He held his hand along his cheek taking deep breaths and thought about it; carefully wording this as if he were speaking to someone aware. “No one can trust me but it feels nice when they do…” A cruel smile on his lips as he played with Casey’s hair. “I like it when people trust me...Casey...it makes me feel...human.” His eyes snapped open as he huffed; a knock at the door and to his, surprise, the door opened.

Dyson: A larger man; gruff and gristled, there was no kindness to be found here and unfortunately, Casey knew that all too well. When the man met the scene in front of him he rolled a growl out of his mouth and marched in. Piers snatching Doc’s leash and holding the frantic dog between his legs before a disaster could happen. “Casey.” Casey: His world fractured he scrambled up onto his feet and bowed to this man. “I’m sorry I was…” Dyson: “I know what you were doing; come on, we’ll work through that later you fucking...WORTHLESS idiot we’ve got business to take care of.” He snatched his hand and pulled Casey into his arms seizing his hand over Casey’s neck in a warning. Dyson barely registered Piers barely registered the near rabid Doc.

Piers: He thought to himself. ‘I see.’ I’m not a liar. ‘This is going to be fun.’ “Dyson I’m assuming.” His voice rang out like venom in Dyson’s ears who had since shoved Casey down the steps as he reluctantly tethered the now whining Doc. Walking out of the camper to follow behind. He got his first look at this ‘campsite’ it was definitely not public; there was no other sign of life besides a plain half run down cement building in the distance.

Dyson: Piers’ words were met with a violent huff. “He’s not YOURS...I don’t know who you think you are or how cute you think he is…” Piers: He held a hand up with a smirk and a shrug to stop the man’s ire. He had already made Dyson mad but that wasn’t what his promise was; his promise was to keep Casey safe and he was going to hold himself to that. “Course not...nothing to it Dyson; just focus on ‘business’.” He tried to keep a manic expression from crawling across his face.

Dyson: “Fucking idiot…” Shoving Casey again he walked in front of them both and stormed over to the building; messing with the locks in a flurry before he righted himself and opened the door. “The woman on the left most room…” He waited a moment then yelled. “FUCK IT you can’t do it let me do it myself.” Casey: He was purely shut down he had nothing to say; he might as well been a line of programming code than a person at this point.

Piers: Frowning he looked inside the building; turning his attention to the designated room. A woman sat bound; short blonde hair and tattered clothes, she had been here awhile he had guessed, from the dead look in her eye.

Dyson: “Your turn; bitch.” The hulking man snapped his hand around the woman’s wrist and jerked her to her feet; Piers saw red as Dyson slapped her across the face and laughed, forcing her against the wall.

Piers: He had seen enough; between Casey and his treatment of this woman he knew Dyson had to go. He saw himself as a man with ‘morals’ ‘ethics’ he didn’t take lightly to rudeness and there were many things he perceived as rude enough to meet his sting. After the death of his last ex Aster; the Thrill of killing had pooled out of him and in a frantic attempt to justify himself, he turned his attention to those he sensed as ‘lesser’. Then there was Lacey; he didn’t want to think about Lacey. Walking towards Dyson slowly he rubbed his hands along his knuckles readying himself.

Casey: Briefly snapping back into reality as he read intent on Piers face causing him to yell out. “DON’T” Dyson: “WHO SAID YOU COULD TALK? IDIOT.” The hulking man dropped the woman to the ground and slipped past Piers; smacking Casey against the wall in a backhand instead but it was too late for him to follow up as he felt Piers fall upon him.

“Ha ha ha ha oh you’re THAT type of guy…what a thrill.” Piers yelled as a white hot fist met Dyson’s nose; causing a waterfall of blood to pool down the shocked man’s face. But unfortunately for Piers; Dyson was ready for anything, catching Piers off guard with a punch in the stomach. The previous; now infected wound in his abdomen screaming in pain as Piers spit bile into the man’s face, taking a moment to catch himself he noted his surroundings in a haze. He needed a weapon; Dyson was much larger than he was but at least he was already bleeding out. Dizzying nausea hit Piers in waves; Dyson was dead silent, completely tuned in. On the far wall; a hacksaw, that would work but he needed to get there and Dyson saw him lusting over it. As Dyson went to dash to block Piers off from his prize; he was met with a large metal chair under his feet causing him to hit the floor hard. Piers scrambled over and snatched the; seemingly recently used hacksaw from the wall, testing it’s sharpness with his finger, a devilish grin on his face. “Come on...I didn’t hit you that hard did I?” He panted out; vomiting bile from his mouth and cursing to himself as he leapt on top of a dazed Dyson. A punch to the nose can be deadly if you hit just right; Dyson was in trouble already. “Bitch.” Dyson’s bloodied mouth spit out as he snatched at Piers legs causing him to fall to the cement floor. Hitting hard in a huff; Piers latched his legs around Dyson’s midsection and bashed his head once, attempting to finish off what was left of his nose before saw teeth met flesh in a fierce attempt to remove the man’s screaming head.

Casey: All he could do was scramble up the wall he was hit against; nose bleeding from impact but not nearly as dire as Dyson. He frantically cried out. “PIERS YOU CAN’T THEY’LL KILL YOU. THEY’LL KILL YOU.” He was beside himself. That chord that Piers plucked in him; gave him some vain sense of hope and that all came crashing down. Johnny wasn’t going to like this Johnny was going to be pissed.

Piers: Frantic gasps left Piers lips as Dyson’s now nearly decapitated body thrashed below him. He stopped his sawing and looked at Casey crookedly; snarling out. “I MADE A PROMISE…I made a promise Casey; that I would bring you home safe. And I’m damned determined to keep it...Now sweetheart…” He forced himself to his feet dropping the saw to the floor; covered in blood yet again turning his attention to the short haired woman left in a heap in the other room. He stumbled to her and shakily knelt down; bracing himself on the wall. “What’s your name…” Bella: Did he save her? She didn’t know; she wasn’t too aware of much of anything for awhile now having been kept half drugged her whole stay here. “….Bella...thank you I-” Piers: He felt bile rise from his stomach as he snarled out with a burning intensity. “SHUT UP…” He caught himself off guard; his heart skipped a beat. Bella recoiled from this and he felt a horrible; nearly deadly, pang of guilt in his chest. He had never yelled at a victim before; he didn’t ever want to, he hated himself, much deeper than he normally does. A much calmer breathless voice. “I’m not your savior...Bella...I’m not here to save you.” His hands trembling he held his fingers along her cheek; then untied her bound feet and struggled to stand as he lifted her in his arms. “Far from it...I’m not your savior…” You’re not anyone’s savior Piers. A voice rang. You’re not even Their savior. You don’t lie to others do you? Don’t lie to yourself either.

[mylkimatcha]

The Breast Milk Market is Disgusting

When I became pregnant, I had every intention to be able to feed my baby breast milk. I did all the research, followed everyone's advice, and prepared for birth. When I had my son, for the whole first month I spent hours and hours trying to make it work, but my milk never came in and I was devastated.

Still wanting my child to have breastmilk, I turned to a friend who was over producing and was able to feed him on her donor milk for three months. Then out of nowhere, she started to dry up, and I had to look for donor milk elsewhere.

As a side note, some blood banks are now taking breast milk donations as well so if you are in desperate need and your baby is an NICU baby and very newborn, you should be able to get your milk from a donor bank. Where my baby was healthier, we would have been charged over $5 an oz and that just wasn't sustainable.

Anyway, at first I was able to find a few donors that provided us with a half month or so of milk - but to do this, I had to post in groups, turn alert on, and basically be on FB consistently to catch milk - otherwise I would be snatched up within a small window of time. The same people would claim the milk over and over again to where others in the groups barely got a chance to respond. This was so stressful and for most of these, I had to drive over an hour to pick up the milk.

Then I moved states away and began heavily researching where I could find more donor milk, and I was shocked at everything I found. In short, on Craigslist women are selling gallons of breast milk to body builders marketed as "growth milk" for hundreds of dollars. Women are making jewelry or soap out of their breast milk and selling it for over fifty dollars. I even found on two occasions women selling their milk as a sexual fetish. The frustration I felt could not be named. Here I was, a struggling mother working a full time job and trying to find food for my child, while other women had more than enough to share and were selling it to the highest bidder.

Let me first say, I understand what it takes to make breast milk so I know the effort that goes into pumping and everything so yes, I'm not mad that money is being charged for the milk. I am mad because I am in groups specific for donor milk and every day, the stipulations to get the milk I need for my child are getting higher and higher to where I still haven't been able to get him milk since we moved.

One person posted on FB marketplace said they had 2000 oz of milk in their freezer and to message for pricing. The posting had been up for over a month so I reached out and asked for what I needed only. I was sent a pricing chart and told the milk was "organic" so the price per oz would be $10. For my monthly need, that would have been $5,000 -which is absolutely absurd.

Another person posted that they needed to clean out their freezer and had 700 oz. Again the post had no traction for over a month and no price was listed. I reached out and asked if they were willing to donate any. I was met with absolute rudeness and basically told "I don't want to go back to work so I'm using my milk to make money and if you don't have money, go on then." That person was selling theirs for $20 per 6 oz bag.

I've had people that don't want to drive, people that have all these crazy rules about meeting up, and it has literally become so hard to find the milk to begin with that is willingly being donated that I am feeling like giving up. My son is awful on formula and it makes him sick regardless of how we do it - but the options we have are limited. I came into the community of mothers here with hope everyone would be kind and sharing and yet, all I've found is just another way people have found to divide. I never would have thought finding milk was going to be an issue, but now I know.

[averyboringperson]

remember that time we sank into the sand while we looked for your keys?

you talked me into driving to pick you up (even though i was so drunk everything was spinning) because you couldn’t get into your car and you couldn’t get into your house

i was so obedient, I didn’t consider anyone’s safety but yours. swerving along the road was ok because it was for you.

then you climbed into my car and took my place at the wheel and i got in the passenger seat and we drove right back to the coast, curving through the mountains to get there and landing at the beach. the same beach we'd been earlier with our friends, remnants of our bonfire smoldering on the sand. it was so cold and so loud from the waves crashing but we were together so everything felt perfect. we looked and looked and looked, but no keys to be found. i think i laughed as i stumbled around. i knew you were mine that night, even though it wasn't out of choice.

so you drove us back to my house and we fucked and slept next to each other for a few hours until sunrise because you had nowhere else to go, but i wanted to believe it was because you needed to be near me. i didn't fool myself but i sure tried.

early morning you woke me up and then i took you to get keys from your brother. we both knew that you used me because you could and because you loved using me when I was drunk. especially when i was drunk. how often did you urge me to drink more? get drunker, get shitty, get fucked up, drink this. swallow it. good. more.

what a tired, familiar routine but i craved it like an addict because you gave a little and took a lot. it was anything but good for me but i dropped everything to be there when you had no other options. sometimes you’d get jealous and possessive over me even though you didn’t really like me very much. for some reason it mattered to you when i was mad and giving you the cold shoulder, but that was the only time i had any power. i burned all of it the day you first touched me on brian's rooftop. i couldn’t fucking believe it, that you were sliding your fingers into my underwear out there under the stars with all of our friends inside only feet away. i don’t remember ever being so excited in my life, i was frozen. all i wanted was to own you, someone everyone wanted. i wanted to be chosen. i wanted to prove to everyone that i was enough for you even though you could have anyone you wanted (and you did). but after that first time you owned me and you owned ALL of me. you didn’t give me a choice, did you? not after the night you got what you wanted while I slept, that’s when you took complete ownership over my body and mind. nobody had ever stolen from me like that. not until you. i feel your hands pressing hard on my shoulder, pushing me down flat in my sleeping bag every time i tried to reach for a condom. they were so close. “wait, wait. stop. hold on” meant nothing. it may as well have been a language you didn't speak. why didn’t i make noise and wake up everyone else? i still wonder that often. my fear of disappointing you outweighed my horror at being raped inches away from your brother and your best friend. they were in a deep drunken sleep and chelsea and natalie were in the next tent and i was too scared to upset you so i gave in and let you have me. i often feel like it was my fault because all it would’ve taken was a loud STOP, but in some weird way I felt like I owed this to you. i owed you my purity and my safety. so what if i could’ve gotten pregnant? those thoughts had no impact or you didn’t even think about it. but I did. frantically. I had come prepared with those condoms, I knew what could happen, but I had my freedom snatched away from me while I slept. and you knew how drunk I was.  you were drunk too, but being drunk doesn’t make you rape people. sometimes i try to figure out who else you could’ve raped. it couldn’t have just been me. and to think i could ruin you so easily with this information but I don’t, I don’t do it for the sake of your children.