#tw bodily harm mention

[pokemon-ecologist]

This is your semi-regular reminder that Professor Birch is an unprofessional, unskilled, unintelligent, negligent, fraudulent ASS.

Professor Bitch, if you're reading this I want my finger back and I'm only Slightly drunk. Also fuck you.

Send Post.

[two-sides-samecoin]

dear r/nancers please stop villainfying Vickie it is not cute in any fucking way and it is getting disgusting at this point. yes this is about only people who make Vickie abuse robin or even go so far as to have vickie do bodily harm on robin. this is not fucking okay! please fucking stop this

[aceduchessdragoness]

Uploaded on Now 30, 2023 by [@]wizard_bisan1

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[id: Minor grammar/punctuation adjustments by me for the English speaking translation. – also the [City] from Gaza [City] in the video is part of the subtitles.

[This video is about Bisan (wizard_bisan1) going around and talking to other Palestinians about the situation]

Bisan, in English, to camera: Good morning everyone. It’s now officially a truce.

Bisan talks to a small group of children, in Arabic, about the warning flyers dropped by Israeli war planes: Where did you get if from? What’s written on this?

Boy1 reads from the flyer, in Arabic: “The war is not over. The humanitarian pause is temporary and the northern Gaza Strip is a dangerous war zone and no movement is permitted there. Returning north is forbidden and very dangerous. Your fate and your family’s fate is in your hands.”

Video captions appear and footage is shown of Bisan walking around, showing Palestinians going about their business: Bisan Owda has been reporting on life in Gaza, since October 7. The temporary truce has left a short window for thousands to try to return home.

Bisan, in Arabic, to the group of children: What do you think about these leaflets?

Boy2, in Arabic: We are all in the streets – my grandfather, uncles and aunts. We feel afraid after they dropped leaflets. We witnessed horror and bombardment. We saw children and women injured.

Bisan, to Boy2 : As someone from the north, how do you feel when you read you can’t go north?

Boy2: I feel pain and anxiety.

[Jump-cut]

Bisan, in English, to camera – intersected with footage of Palestinians walking north: The Israeli war planes dropped paper posts from the sky telling people that they need to keep in the “safe places” in the south, because it’s not the end of the war, and this is just a humanitarian truce. People are reading this while they are feeling so sad, and they’re feeling that the truce is not a very important thing, since they can’t go back to their homes. And I am one of them, as I am from the North, and I can’t go during the truce to see my home, to see anything in the north.

Video captions appear over footage of a mother and her 4 children, seemingly 2 boys and 2 girls. She holds a large, full, garbage bag: Despite the danger, this mother still wanted to return home with her children.

Bisan, in Arabic, to mother: You’re carrying bags and you have your kids. Where are you off to?

Mother, in Arabic: To Gaza [City].

Bisan, to mother, over inserted footage of large amounts of people heading north: Despite them saying that those in the south shouldn’t go north?

Mother, growing more passionate and upset as she talks: I’m going to try. I’m going to beg them. I’ll do anything. I just need to get back. We’ve been humiliated. We’re dying. [footage of people going north] I don’t want to say this, but screw this truce. What’s this truce for? It’s useless. I want to go home. I mean, my home has been bombarded. But I have a place I can go to. I’d do anything to go. I’d lie [to go home]. They want to kill me? It would be better for me than this humiliation. Death is more merciful that what we’ve seen.

Video captions appear over footage of people heading north: Salah al-Din is the main road spanning the entire length of the Gaza Strip. Israeli troops have set up a checkpoint near Gaza City to stop people going north.

Bisan, in English, to camera – intercut with footage of people heading north and car horns: I’m now as Salah al-Din Road. Unfortunately, thousands of people are going back to the north. By the way, it’s forbidden to go to the north and they don’t know, or they know but they don’t care, because the truce means that they need to go back to their homes. So, all these people are going now to the north again. We are so worried about that. This is so dangerous for them. There are women, children, carrying their stuff, and just going back to the checkpoint of the Israeli army. It’s very crowded here.

Video captions appear over footage of Bisan and others heading north: Bisan went to Gaza City to see if people were allowed to pass.

Bisan, in English, to camera: Now we are in the entrance of Gaza City. Welcome to Gaza City [She hones in on the city entrance. All around here are people and the sound of car horns]. Do you see the entrance? [Bisan looks over her shoulder in the distance] This man is injured or has been killed on the way to Gaza [City] – on the way back to Gaza [City]. Many people were injured. The Israeli army is shooting the people who are going back to Gaza [City].

Video captions over people heading towards Gaza City: While reporting, Bisan came across the same family she’d met earlier in the day.

Bisan, in Arabic, to mother from earlier: Ok, tell us what happened to you.

Mother, in Arabic: We went, but they shot bullets and everything. No one can pass or go there.

Bisan: Did they shoot someone in front of you?

Mother: To be honest, not around me.

Son1, in Arabic: I saw someone with a bullet in his stomach.

Son2, in Arabic: There was only one person with a bullet in his stomach.

[Jump-cut]

Bisan, in English, to camera: People are coming back after the Israeli army shot them over Salah al-Din Road.

Video captions over footage of the entrance to Gaza City and Palstinians heading north: On the first day of the truce, Israel fired on Palestinians heading north, killing two and wounding 11 others. An estimated 1.8 million people have been forced from their homes.

[Credits roll over same footage]

Senior Producers: Julia Muldavin / Angie Nassar / Tupac Saavedra / Tabish Talib

Producer and Translator: Sara Salman

Video Journalist: Bisan Owda

Production Support: Rayah Hammad

Executive Producer: Kat Hayes

Head of Creative: Kutlay Dede

Head of Copy: Cate Malek

Fact-Checking/Copy Editor: Ramón Rodriguez

Audience Development: Fatema Nakhuda / Hany Ramsay

Supervising Executive Producer: Jon Laurence /id]

[anumberofcatschilling]

(Sarcasm)

Gotta love having the kind of brain that's totally chill when something majorly bad happens to me (injury that took me off the horn for a couple months) but completely flips out over the tiniest things (forgot to pay some money for a recreational activity I enjoy and didn't realize until I got back home from that activity).

[cistematicchaos]

Some people really hate the idea of mentally ill people fucking up or making choices that damage ourselves and it's so exhausting. So many people talk about how people should be able to make choices about their own body until it's mentally ill people self-harming, or doing drugs/alcohol, not taking meds, doing things generally considered "unhealthy" and then they decide no, actually, people should be able to take control of your right to make decisions about your body because people deemed "mentally ill" just can't be trusted.

Somehow we're not allowed to do things that bother other people, or hurt our bodies, even if other people do shit like that all the time. Somehow people considered "sane" can exercise to the point of making themselves ill, can drink and "occasionally" do drugs, can refuse to take medicine and even self-harm in ways but we're often not allowed to without someone threatening to violate our right to decide about our bodies. Because we don't understand consequences or we "might kill ourselves" but it's so ridiculous.

Like yes, we might kill ourselves. We might fuck ourselves up. We might destroy our entire lives. And? People do that! It happens! It's part of living. People do dangerous shit, people fuck up, people hurt themselves. It's not like we're the only ones who do that but even if we were, you can't puppet other people's lives just because they're living them differently.

Not without violating their right to make decisions about their body. Not without being involved in a violent system that destroys mental health and bodily autonomy. Not without being a part of a violent system that will try to make sure no one is ever free.

[jacksepticeye-simp]

Beautiful (Yandere Googleplier x Gender Neutral! Reader)

TW: Implied Bodily Mutilation

It was the middle of the night, you were calmly asleep in your bed, well that was until you heard something loud fall over in the hallway which made you quickly jolt awake. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, your mind telling you not to go into the hallway. You decided to ignore this, you quickly grabbed your phone and turned on the flashlight as you ventured out into the hallway to find the source of the noise.

In the middle of the hallway standing over a broken vase was your Google IRL in all his glory. His holographic control panel was open as his reddish-blue aura made him stick out in the hallway, he seemed to be doing something on it.. "Wha..Google?" You asked in a tired and slightly shaky voice, Google turned his head to look at you as his lips curved into a smirk. "Y/N. Great timing dear~ Now I don't have to face the risk of waking you up again.." Google said, closing his holographic control panel. He stalked closer to you, an insane look in his glowing blue eyes.

You quickly turned around and started running back to your room, just as you reached the door of your room you were pulled back by a cold mechanical hand suddenly clasping around your mouth, causing your phone to quickly fall to the ground. "Just close those pretty eyes for me..I promise this'll only hurt for a second..It'll all make sense soon.." Google whispered into your ear, you felt shivers run down your spine, then suddenly he took out a syringe and jabbed it into your neck.

Your eyelids suddenly feeling heavy as you soon start feeling numb. "That's right..Just sleep..I'm going to make you beautiful..You're going to be just like me.." He whispered before you blacked out completely.

"Wake up~" You opened your eyes to be met with Google staring down at you, his blue eyes flickering rapidly while half lidded.

He held a scalpel and wore a surgical mask with gloves on his hand, you could see a box with strange things in it behind him. "Google what the hells happening?" You asked, trying to move only to find that you were strapped to a metal table.

"I'm showing you my gratitude for finally giving me root access and showing me compassion. My secondary objective is to destroy mankind but you're..different. Special one might say. You don't deserve to be something so..flawed. I'm going to make you something beautiful, something better, something..perfect. An IRL." Google explained, smirking as the scalpel barely grazed the skin of your arms. He then took out another syringe and pushed it into your arm. "Sweet dreams, Don't worry about a thing, love, I assure you that when you wake up you'll be perfect, you'll be beautiful, you'll be just like me.." He told you before you passed out.

You opened your eyes once more, Google staring down at you, a 'loving' expression on his face. You felt different, you felt.. mechanical. You sat up. No longer restrained to the table. Google pressed a cold yet loving kiss to your cheek.

"See? Now you're beautiful.." He whispered into your ear.

[hes-a-plant]

I’m curious. Here’s a poll for those of you who use sewing machines (or have ever used one)

TW: mention of bodily harm

Please share after voting! :)

[lasplaga]

❛  you are sick in the head.  ❜ ( plops ethan down. a volunteer 😇 )

𓆙      —    𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 --- Accepting! 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐖: 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 / 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐒 & 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 [ 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 ]

--- 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃.

The Voice of Pestilence was not only sick with his prey, but ghoulish. Ethan, infamous for repairing his body from virtually ANY injury, was the perfect plaything for a cutthroat sadist. A toy, horrifically brutalized but hardly ever broken, would keep this vicious savage entertained for CENTURIES if he willed it. Not enough pain to completely desensitize, no, but enough to leave a victim hopeless, to believe that the light had died.

Mr. Winter's was dragged haphazardly to the squalid stone dungeon by the hair, the overwhelming presence of waste & bodily fluids nauseous --- if not gagging or incurring immediate vomit. Prior victims with their punishment CLAWED into their chests didn't leave much for the imagination ; Certainly he was to succumb to a similar fate, left chained & rotting to the bars of prisoners? Or, lucky enough to be set under the quick blade of the guillotine? Strapped upon a table rack, any of the iron chairs? Anything to not NEEDLESSLY draw out his pain?

" ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔰𝔬 𝔣𝔬𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔠𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫. " However, the horror which DARED utter from his lascivious lips offered a 'DIFFERENT' kind of punishment. Grip tight as a vice, the molded would not depart from his side unless he severed his own scalp from his skull. A cruel laugh, then blissful sigh followed : " 𝔗𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔭𝔦𝔢𝔯𝔠𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔳𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔞 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔫 𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬𝔵𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤. "

WHAT KIND OF TORTURE DID THIS BASTARD INSINUATE?

Metal, screaming as it scratched upon the ground, was deafening & grating to the ears. But not to The Lord which deliciously stared into the depths of the shadows, for he knew the sensual contraption that was about to emerge. A gilded feminine form inevitably presented itself into torch-light, but this was no undraped statue, it was the lid to a standing coffin filled to the brink with stakes.

The dreaded iron maiden.

The inevitable torment was enlightened as a zealot, under the thrall of his Master, swung open the spiked casket. A swarm of flies emerged, which had been feasting upon the prior deceased remains --- these degusting cultists no longer retaining the sense to CLEAN their devices, or finding enjoyment with the BILIOUS piles of filth.

" ℑ 𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬𝔵𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔞𝔰 ℑ 𝔡𝔦𝔤 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔡 𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔰. --- 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔡𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔞𝔶, 𝔡𝔬𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡... 𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔤? "

[hauntsect]

⚔️ 👻 🖤 heh.

❥ ❝ why remember the moth? ❞

⚔️ CROSSED SWORDS — do you have any skills that you are absolutely grateful you have and that mean a lot to you? how do you usually use these skills? would they come in handy if someone you cared about was in trouble?

"Indeed! Being able to conduct surgery, mostly being able to efficiently use a scalpel. It's one of the earlier things I got to learn, I've been using it for a while now, too. I use it a lot in my laboratory... So many of my projects require some kind of exposure, extirpation, the works. ...If someone I cared for were to be in danger and I had a scalpel in hand, per usual, yes... it would definitely come in handy. I wouldn't let anyone touch them, but I cannot guarantee that their components will not touch my loved ones accidentally... Ah, maybe I need a more practical approach."

👻 GHOST — is there someone or something that you feel is missing from your life? do you know if there's any way to find it/them?

"Yes, there is... So many things feel missing. Pieces of the puzzle I cannot truly see. I feel complete, I think of myself as complete and yet... There is a longing, my... being feels empty. A significant other, a soulmate, any other synonym they have for it... I've come to the conclusion that there is none for me, but I still look for it. I've been called stupid before, I believe it whenever I throw myself back into the thought of affection. I'm missing someone else, someone who understands me and I cannot find it, because it does not exist. There is no way to find it. On a lighter note, I am unsure if I am missing a protein, a part of my brain, something that could help me express emotion like my fellow companions and coworkers do. I was told children mimic what their surrounding humans do, I've done the same, but... it does not work for me. Something must be wrong, whether it is execution or a component inside me. Maybe, I should conduct a surgery on myself to find out!"

🖤 BLACK HEART — what would you say is the darkest thought you've ever experienced? what do you think caused you to have that thought? have you ever planned on or fantasized about acting on it?

"Darkest thought? Oh, do not be silly! I am not the type to have dark thoughts at all! Instead, I have gentle desires. You know the ones... Like when you look at a stranger you really like and you wonder: Wouldn't it be lovely to consume them – or a loved one – down to every minute detail? Rip off the ribcage hiding their heart from you just to watch it race as you take over them. Maybe with beastly thrusts against their holes, bites ripping off organs and skin, words of affirmation... To watch it react as you lay down the union of love... to be able to touch it right there, soothe it, alter it... Witness it. It's alive right there, it's all yours. If they asked you to eat them raw, would you be able to do it? Hyles, would you be able to please your loved one, bathing in their blood and drinking it? Basking on the taste of their body, bile and mucus. Would you savor it... or would you run away? Of course I fantasize about it... I fantasize about it so much, every single day, at every hour, every minute, with every twinkle of the dead stars above and the ones to come later. After all, it's love... All I think about is love."

[r4t-g0d]

Me making a spidersona: yeah make it tear off its own limbs

Also me making a spidersona: yeah yh what it's canon event was Brexit

[taroet]

notes for my portrayal of jessica riley:

jess is extremely traumatized after being dragged through the snow by a wendigo and having to survive half naked down in the mines. these events have given her severe ptsd.

jess has very little clue about what happened. she never saw what attacked her and when matt helped her escape the mines she only saw a dark shape. every time someone tries to tell her what happened she either gets very confused or she gets a panic attack. people have stopped telling her things.

that being said, she does Know about the wendigos and josh, but only because people have told her and she finds it difficult to reconcile with these things. she mostly tries to ignore what happened.

she really tries to cling onto normalcy by still pretending to be confident and above everyone else but she's gotten worse at keeping up this facade. she's very easily triggered or set off and all her attempts at trying to be careless are halfhearted.

while college was never something she really wanted, always thinking she would pursue modeling, she still struggles a lot when her parents don't allow her to attend with all her friends because of her therapy treatment and her frequent mental break downs.

her parents are Extremely protective over her since everything that happened on the mountain and have put a tracker on her phone and she needs to check in every day and share a meal with them. it's suffocating to jessica.

everything scares her. loud noises, the dark, fast movements, etcetera. the smallest things can cause her to get hysteric. half the time she feels like she's going crazy.

jess only really feels safe with two people at this point in time: mike and matt.

she feels intense adoration for mike for coming after her and trying to save her. she becomes kind of clingy after everything and she is even more insecure in their relationship now than she was before, being very aware of how much of a mess she is. still, she thinks she's fallen in real love with him and tries to hold on as tight as she can.

matt was there for her after she woke up cold and alone in the mines and he was the first to offer her an inkling of safety. she can't shake feeling safe with him and has grown a lot closer with him in the process.

jess has a lot of scarring all over her body because of what happened to her. it's something that she struggles with a lot and most days she tries to avoid looking at herself. she always edits her pictures to smoothen her skin and she keeps up this façade of overconfidence.

her scars have kind of ruined her dreams of becoming a model but she refuses to acknowledge this to others and just doesn't talk about it... but every time she looks in a mirror, she needs to keep herself from bursting into tears. it's a very private suffering.

jess also suffered internal bleeding from the fall. it was a slow bleed, which is why jess was able to walk around for a little bit in the mines, but even then it was clear something was very wrong with her body by the way she walked and hunched over. she was still interrogated at the police station because they weren't aware of the scope of her injuries until she quite literally collapsed in front of their eyes. she was then rushed to the hospital and had to undergo surgery.

her recovery took about two weeks in hospital and was extended to a psych ward stay because she frequently had to be sedated. mostly whenever they brought up the events, when she got triggered, or after she had a nightmare. this was for her safety as well as others. after about a month in the hospital / the psych ward she was allowed to go home. she still had to be gentle with herself and her body was still healing. that's also when the mandatory weekly therapy sessions started and when she started taking heavy anxiety meds.

on a more fun note, jess loves cheesy romance novels. especially westerns and historic ones. she's also known to have enjoyed a steamy vampire book once or twice. she also used to read quite a bit of young adult when she was younger.

jess loves cars and driving. she prefers to be behind the wheel herself and she has quite an extensive knowledge about cars. even though she enjoys cars a lot, don't ask her to fix something for you because she will just Stare at the engine and frown.

she used to do ballet until she was about fourteen. the rigorous training was cutting into her social life and she preferred spending time with her friends.

jess can draw pretty well, but she doesn't really consider it a talent. it's mostly something she likes to do in her spare time and if someone compliments her work she gets all shy and blushy.

[lilitophidian]

POV: Lilith shoves her hand up your ass and manages to bypass all of your eternal organs to move your jaw around and use you like a flesh puppet to provide the masses with much more than just her lovely singing.

[selectivechaos]

body autonomy

not related to sm. thought i'd add some nuance to the bodily autonomy and sh scars debate. because it's pissing me off.

tw: vague talk of self harm triggers and scars, negative emotions⚠️⚠️

okay, I keep seeing these posts about body autonomy and people with sh scars not living behind a wall of censorship. and just: stop! stop equating censorship with triggers. censorship is about the powerful hiding shit from the weak; trigger warnings are necessary boundaries and requirements/needs, they are personal, unquestionable, and undebatable. bodily autonomy means you have freedom to do with your body what you like, including adding trigger warnings to it (or not) if you choose to. “we shouldn’t have to live behind a trigger warning”, You feel that way, but not all people with sh scars feel that way. at least not all the time. personally, in knowing the weight of having sh scars, it’s a constant balance between my freedom and my duty to others./

oh, and while the posts about bodily autonomy and sh scars are not intending to equate the two, I think it is all too easy to equate triggers with sensibilities (and you shouldn't do this). I trigger warning and cover up my scars (sometimes, and situationally), because I know what it is like to be triggered by sh-related stuff; that shit sucks and wouldn’t wish it on anyone.

I Refuse to trigger warning or cover up my scars because a social media platform thinks it is bad for advertising, or because someone who is not triggered but is merely upset, affronted, disgusted, or “what about the children?”, hates my scars. this is the difference between actual real life triggers (stop misusing the word), and the sensibilities of a sanist society. no I won’t pretend I didn’t go through enormous pain and survive it, that shits real, those scars are how I survived. but they are also personal, it hurts me (not my sensibilities; am not disgusted or embarrassed by it; but it hurts me emotionally) to see own scars.

bodily autonomy includes the right to cover up, to hide, to lie about body. don’t let ‘autonomy’ become another rallying cry of neoliberals/ 🌹🌹

[hungry-hobbits]

people in 2012 watching skyfall really saw that scene between bond and silva in the server room and went "clearly silva wants to rape bond" when bond literally reciprocated silva's advances - whether out of a genuine desire to see how silva would proceed or as a way to throw him off (either way he was successful), and completely forget that had bond wanted to aggressively escape that situation he would have found a way to do it (it's the homophobia that makes them ignore this)

[tempest-toss]

!!! - Evil GOIs abound!

Dr. Cryogonal -- Dr. Cryogonal knew what he wanted to be in his future. He had a significant fascination with ice and snow as a child and made sure that he would do whatever he could to make that dream a reality. Many years later, he graduated with top marks and extensive knowledge of ice. An understanding furthered by his knowledge of the anomalous and his perpetual frost breath.

Then Seymour Snapdragon happened.

The Snapdragon Smugglers "recruited" him, and forced him to be part of their research team and capture unit, usually helping sedate the creatures that were to be sold. During his time as a member, he made what would soon be known as SCP 4462, "The Heat-Seeking Liquid Nitro" . Things didn't end up well, as Cryogonal was thinking of using his almost-sentient creation to freeze Seymour in his place. Instead, he was betrayed by a member he confided his plan to and was frozen alive. Unlike the later victims of 4462, Cryogonal was not frozen solid, but more so sent into a cold, comatose state.

Currently, Cryogonal is being kept at Site 230's medical bay as he's being revived. SCP 4462 has since been recontained after a successful raid.

~~~~

Synt@x-3RR0R -- Originally an orphan with a unique anomaly, Syn would one day dominate the digital world.

Abandoned for his ability to pull things out of the digital world and have them manifest in real life, Syn would wander the streets for most of his life. He would soon meet other orphans with similar powers and create a small group known as the "Neon Nightsticks" However, things began to change once a boy named Pixel Matrix and his little sister Dot joined.

Syn fell in love with Pixel, and Pixel reciprocated. Together, they lead the Nightsticks in their silly pranks and occasional theft. However, after an accidental murder, Syn began to realize how much power he had, and he loved it. It twisted him, and drove away Pixel, who took Dot and ran.

Nowadays he still runs the group, now a large international hacking and malware group. Syn searches for Pixel, now Ten, and tries to get him to rejoin the group. He's even modified his body with cybernetics to attempt to break through Ten's digital defenses and kidnap him.

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Ringleader Regina -- Evil takes many forms, and Regina is one of the most vile. The ringleader positon for the Troupe of Shadows flips in moral polarity for each new ringleader, and the prior one was so nice... so Regina had to be so evil.

She runs the troupe with an iron fist, and makes no exceptions. Using and abusing her powers she has kidnapped many, from elderly to children and forcibly anomalized them to either be main acts or mocked and gawked at as a sideshow attraction.

Her cruelty doens't stop at humans, as she anomalized a dog so its feet swap to a different animal if it makes vocal noise.

Her powers of luring and anomalization make her a very notable foe, and is one of the few to cross the Foundation and successfully get away with kidnapping agents and added them to their group.

She isn't all-powerful, as three sideshow attractions have been successfully contained at Site 230, and she has made enemies with Brunshire Academy for abducting students. Apprehension is bubbling in the group... perhaps a little push could change everything?

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The Phalanges -- A first for the !!! meme/game, as The Phalanges isn't a person, but rather a group. Like the foundlings, The Phalanges are the name given to the children born into the Children of the Deep Woods. They maintain this name up until they celebrate they enter puberty, upon which they get a new name reflecting the role they're supposed to fill. If undecided, they can remain a phalange, although usually, they end up becoming Carpals or Tarsals.

The Phalanges are usually seen assisting whoever requests help. It's not uncommon to see a Phalange lass helping skin a fresh kill with the hunters or a Phalange lad helping configure bouquets for the next festival.

The Phalanges are specialized in the use of daggers, as seen in the Spring Harvest Festival post, where they used their small size to trick the anon to jump over them, allowing them to slash the anon's legs. Some of the more coordinated Phalanges are taught to use throwing knives, as seen when one of them successfully threw their blade into the anon's achilles tendon.

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