#Soul doesn't know how to crop pictures

[itsnotjustgibberish]

Chikn :]

[lovejongseob]

How the other P1H members find out your relationship

Jongseob probably wouldn't be able to hide it for long, for a number of reasons. First of all, P1Harmony is his family. They live together, work together, have spent many years together, and so much more. Very rarely were they unaware of what everyone is up to. And, of course, you just made him so happy, it manifested in new habits the group would obviously pick up on.

Rather than staring intensely at his phone, like he's about to burn through it with his eyes, he's been smiling fondly and giggling louder. He takes pictures of just about everything and seems to be taking way more selfies than they need to post. It's like a new interest has taken over his mind, and his friends just keep noticing more.

Soul would get suspicious when he notices Jongseob playing more multiplayer games, but isn't inviting him as much. He keeps speaking to him, talking in multiple languages, including alien, but his headphones are too loud. Usually he gets a little startled at sudden noises, but maybe he was just too focused on his game ?

Intak is confused, "Jongseob, didn't you leave with a jacket ?" Thankfully, none of the others were there to keep connecting the dots, but Jongseob was definitely frozen for a second. He did leave with a hoodie, but if he explained why he didn't come back with it, he'd definitely get teased. It wasn't hard to convince Intak that he'd confused his attire with last night's, since he's been going out more often.

There's been a recent trend with one of the members, and Jiung is the first to pick up on it. In his personal time, Jongseob has been wearing less and less baggy clothes, opting for tighter shirts. He's more comfortable wearing crop tops, and skirts if he likes. He still adores his comfier and bigger clothes, but Jiung sees him putting extra effort into his appearance when it's not necessarily needed.

Jongseob knows he's on thin ice, and that it's risky to ask such things, but he really needs to know. He trusts Theo a lot, so he confides in him about personal questions and worries. He doesn't say anything about having a romantic partner, but Theo assumes at the very least he's interested in someone because hes nervously asking things like, "How do you be romantic while being so shy ?", "Did you have any relationships while you weren't an Idol ?", and, "How do you make them feel as hopeless as you ?"

So when Keeho slips into Jongseob's room to retrieve something he forgot way earlier, he isn't surprised to see his youngest friend has fallen asleep with his phone next to him, still in his hand. However, when he sees one of the prettiest people he thinks ever on the other side of a FaceTime call, his jaw doesn't even drop.

The moral of the story, is, Jongseob is never wrong. Maybe he could've avoided some of the teasing by just being upfront about it, but he's sure there still would've been a few jokes to be made. He wakes up to the P1H group chat's profile picture as both of your sleeping faces. There are 46+ messages, half of them from Theo, none of which he is responding to.

considered doing one or two paragraphs for each member, but decided to just make it multiple for jongseob. i have a lot of ideas for full group fics already so ill write those when i write those. "he'd" to "he's" cannot be right but in my head it sounds acceptable. always spell and grammar checking but what about checking the switch between present tense and past tense ? (im genuinely HORRIBLE with this) god i hate writing. i finished proof reading but i actually feel like i just fucked it up more

[slut4megantheestallion]

⋆ ☆ Chloe price x 2000sbaddie!fem!reader gf

Warnings: Chloe price x fem reader, black!reader, 2000s, Chloe is a simple for the reader, fluff, reader is a baddie, wlw.

☆Chloe is down bad for you, and she doesn't even try to hide it at all. She didn't think she'd be the type to simp over someone so hard, but there she is, completely obsessed with you.

☆You are the baddest thing to ever walk into her life, and she knows it. Baby tees, low-rise jeans, fresh acrylic nails tapping on your phone screen, lip gloss always poppin' and a face card that never declines-yeah, Chloe never had a chance.

☆Your style is immaculate, and Chloe is constantly in awe. She'll sit back, arms crossed, biting her lips as she watches you put together an outfit like it's a runway show. She doesn't know how you always pull off the perfect look, but she respects the hell out of it

☆She's your biggest fan, Chloe hypes you up like it's her full-time job. The second she lays eyes on you, she's grinning, whistling, borderline drooling - it's ridiculous.

☆Damn, babe... you trying to kill me? Like, what am I even supposed to do when you look this good?

☆"No, seriously, how? How do you always eat like this? I'm conversation you sold your soul for this level of perfection."

☆If you take too long getting ready, she won't even complain. Instead, she'll be lounging on your bed, watching you like a lovesick idiot, head propped up on her hand. She eats this up.

☆"I could sit here and watch you all day... You're like a work of art, babe."

☆She's taking pictures of you ALL THE TIME.

☆She's got a whole album in her phone labeled "My Goddess" (yes, she's dramatic like that.)

☆She posts you on her story with captions like, "Life isn't fair. How am I supposed to function with this woman walking around looking like THAT?"

☆If you let her take Polaroid pictures of you, she'll stick them in her wallet, on her walls, and even inside her truck just to see your face everywhere.

☆She constantly brags about you constantly. You are her greatest flex, and she makes sure everyone knows.

☆She brings you up in conversations for no reason.

☆If Max or Rachel says literally anything, Chloe would be like,

☆"That reminds me - my girlfriend is so hot. Wanna see pictures?"

☆If you post a fire selfie, she's the first in the comments, typing out paragraphs about how insanely fine you are.

☆"Y'all see what I'm working with???? Y'all wish. Y'ALL WISH."

☆If someone randomly stares at you too long, Chloe is grinning like a smug bastard because, duh, of course they're staring. But they can look all they want - you're hers.

☆"They're just mad they could never pull someone like you. Can't blame 'em. I'd be sick, too."

☆She's obsessed with your style. Chloe loves how put together you always are. She can't relate, but she's obsessed with it.

☆Some days, you're Y2k baddie realness- velour tracksuits, tinted sunglasses, lips lined to perfection. Other days, you're in baggy jeans and a baby tee. Looking like you walked out of a 2003 music video. And no matter what you wear, Chloe is in the background, losing her mind over it.

☆At first, she acted like she didn't care about shopping, but now? She'll hold your bag, give outfit opinions, and even suggest pieces she thinks would look good on you.

☆"Okay, okay, what if we go for, like, the ultimate hot girl look? Low- rise jeans, one of those teeny little crop tops that show off your stomach? Ugh, I'm so fucking lucky."

☆If you do her makeup or hair, she's melting. Completely whipped!!

☆If you do a lil makeover, she's looking in the mirror like,

☆"Holy shit... You made me look so hot. How did you-?"

☆Chloe's possessive over you, but in the chillest way possible.

☆Chloe isn't subtle about claiming you.

☆Arm around your waist all times.

☆Hand on your thighs whenever you sit next to her.

☆If someone gets too comfortable around you, Chloe pulls you closer just to send a message.

☆"Yeah, babe, come sit on my lap- wait, you're already sitting? Okay, whatever, just be closer."

☆If someone tries to flirt with you, she's watching with the biggest smirk on her face. She's not jealous because she knows you're hers, but she loves watching people make a fool of themselves.

☆when you shut them down, she leans in, all smug, whispering,

☆"Damn, they really thought they had a shot? That's hilarious."

☆If you're ever upset, Chloe is ready to throw hands.

☆"Nah, who got you fucked up? Let's go, babe - I'll fight 'em right now."

☆She adores you, period. Chloe never thought she'd fall for you this hard, but here she is, completely wrapped around your finger.

☆She lives for your confidence. The way you walk, the way you talk, and the way you own every room you step into - it drives her crazy in the best way possible.

☆She secretly writes about you in her journal. Filling pages with little doodles of your name, random thoughts about how much she loves your smile, and notes like,

☆"I have no idea how I got someone this perfect. Like, I genuinely think I won the lottery. What the fuck."

☆If she's ever feeling low, she'll scroll through her pictures of you, read your old texts, or just stare at you like a lovesick fool.

☆If you catch her, she'll smirk and shrug.

☆"What? I just like looking at my girl, sue me."

☆Overall, Chloe is your biggest fan, protector, hype woman, and personal simp, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

[lysenfeu]

Devil in the Details •Part 3•

Captain John Price negotiates the terms of his unusual deal.

Rating: Mature

Eventual John Price x F!Reader

1.3k words, Slow Burn, Drabble/Short Form Writing

CW: Dark themes, Mentions of death, Grief, Supernatural events, Occultism, Demons, Corruption

(Part 1) (Part 2)

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The man takes a deep breath before squaring his shoulders and meeting your eyes with a steady, even gaze.

“I need to make a deal.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. Of course, he does. Why else would you be here?

“And what do you want, human?”

He walks over to the desk and you trail after him, as far as the circle allows you to move. He opens then shuts a drawer and comes to stand in front of you. You're much closer now, only a foot away as he holds up a photograph.

“Them. I want them.”

You peer curiously at the photo, reaching out to pluck it from his fingers. Four faces peer back at you, all men, wearing green army fatigues and matching smiles. One figure is immediately recognizable as the man before you, just more put together. You readily admit the man in the picture was rather handsome, in a rough, rugged way. You flick your eyes quickly between the photo and your summoner. Hm. You also have to admit, he still is. Glancing back at the photo, you look over the other three men standing next to him.

A broad-shouldered man with a shaggy cropped Mohawk and tanned skin, beaming at the camera. A blue baseball cap sticks out against the desert scenery and faded army green clothing, perched on top of a gorgeous man with an equally dazzling smile standing between the other two. The last figure has his face obscured, a black and white skull mask covering his features from view as he loomed behind the other men with his arm crossed against his chest.

You hand the photo back and shrug your shoulders.

“A lovely bunch, I'm sure. But what do you want with them, hm?”

The man tenses, his hand not clutching the photograph clenching into a fist by his side. “I want them back.”

Ah.

Understanding finally reaches you. Of course, this is about a loss. Three losses rather. You let your gaze rake over the man once more, taking in all the little details more closely. He’s desperate, that's clear enough. A far cry from the man in the picture, with once proud, tall shoulders now hunched in shame, as if his large frame was attempting to force him physically away from the pain of failure and guilt. Sunken, hollow eyes, bleary from too many whiskeys and late sleepless nights filled with nightmares. He's an absolute mess.

“Who are they?”

He blinks at you. “Is that important?”

You click your tongue in annoyance.

“Of course it is. You want me to ferry souls back from the dead, you could at least tell me what's so special about them, hm?”

You may have just been trying to stall, but you were also starting to become interested in this whole affair.

He takes a deep breath. “They’re my team. Those men are the best of the best. Not just to their country, to the world, but to me. I brought them up, I put them in the line of fire and I let them down. They shouldn't have to pay for my mistakes. They deserved more. They deserve more. This is my only chance to make it right.”

It's a truly impassioned plea, even managing to tug on your blackened heartstrings. A desperate man going to the ultimate lengths to fix his mistakes. You have no idea how he ended up calling you and you are definitely not the right demon for this job but it's certainly a compelling story.

“It's a rather significant request. What do you have to offer in exchange?”

The man doesn't hesitate. “What do you want?”

You manage to hide your amusement. Oh, he's that desperate is he? Of course, he is. But this was your perfect out. Even humans have their limits, the selfish creatures that they are. You could negotiate your way out of this quickly and not suffer any embarrassment.

“I know what I want, human.”

He patiently waits for you to continue.

“I want you. All of you. Your mind, body and soul, submitted to me and me alone, for the entirety of your existence.”

It was an enormous ask, an eternal debt of servitude is the highest possible price a demon can set. Even a desperate fool wouldn't so readily accept that kind of dema-

“Fine.”

You blink in mild surprise. He didn't even hesitate.

“Just like that? You'll give yourself away entirely?”

He sighs, voice thick with defeat. “If you bring them back, I'll give you anything you want.”

You can't believe it. “You'll be under my complete control, my little human puppet.”

Not a moment's hesitation before he responds. “Call me Pinocchio.”

“One tug of the strings and you'll dance any way I can make you.”

He tilts his head to the side, almost in challenge. “Waltz or foxtrot?”

Fuck.

You’re really hoping he would just give up, that would make this a lot easier.

He clears his throat.

“Can…I see them first?”

Double fuck.

Clever man. Annoyingly clever. You’re outright frowning now. Your tail flicked back and forth behind you, a nasty little anxious habit you'd never gotten rid of.

“You doubt my abilities, human?”

He purses his lips “Just looking for a little show of faith within our negotiation.” He bites out the word faith, well aware of its ironic use within the current demonic context. The longer he talks, the more confident he's becoming and that's a problem for you.

He has every right to question you, unfortunately.

Not only had you not done this before, you weren't even sure you were allowed to. Death magic wasn't in your traditional bag of tricks, regardless of how many tomes you'd read on the subject. You knew how it was supposed to work in theory but a demon of your status shouldn't be attempting it. You were built for entertainment, not resurrection or serious magic. But part of you was still intrigued. The promise of a human thrall was enticing, the freedom and power that would give you would be incredible. And trying forbidden rites was just icing on the cake…

Here goes nothing.

You take a deep breath and focus, channeling the corrupted form of magic flowing in your long-dead veins and extending it out. Soul-shaping was a matter of intent and determination, sifting through the realm of the Dead to find the correct tether to tug on.

Your sigh of relief as you successfully pull at three threads is thankfully swallowed by the low howl of the wind outside and pitch-black smoke billowing into the room, casting a thick curtain of inky blackness along the wall.

Dark shapes swirl and dance in the shadows, outlining three bulky human forms built of nothing but smoke and memories. Three pairs of eyes blink back at you from the darkness. Bright blue, sharp and eager. Light brown, harsh and stoic. Dark brown, curious and calculating. His breath catches in his throat as he meets the gaze of each pair of floating eyes, emotion clouding in his chest and gripping at his lungs. He reaches out a hand but before he can make contact the smoke dissipates and the forms blow away into nothingness.

He whirls around in a flurry of motion, eyes wild with sorrow.

“Bring them back! Now!”

You sigh as your tail flicks more furiously from side to side.

“We need to make the deal first.”

A puff of smoke and a scroll of yellowed parchment appears not a second later, hanging in the air right in front of his fallen face.

“You sign this and I own you. Where you go, I go. Where you sleep, where you eat, there I am. Haunting every minute of your waking moments and every second of your dreams. You'll never be free of me as long as you live. Do you understand?”

He ignores your serious tone, easily batting away the desperate warning you're giving him, all for the flicker of hope dancing in his heart, cutting through the pain etched in his very being. “But they'll be here?”

You try not to let your voice waver as you answer.

“Yes.”

What you really mean to say is:

Probably.

Maybe.

Hopefully.

He reaches for a pen across his desk.

“We have a deal.”

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[mydarlingbat]

THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN BATMAN AND HIS ROGUES AND THE JOKER #3

After many weeks of hard work i am finally finished. Now let me just put this out there. This was incredibly difficult to do. I had times that i just thought about giving up on it, because it felt like it would take forever to complete. Plus you must be notify that this can not be the last part to this analyses, especially since i have six hundred panels crop up. The hunt i did to prove their relationship isn't the same as Batman's and Joker's relationship was exhausting. God, i searched my ass off theses last few weeks. It was a challenge but i came through. If you don't know why i made the decision to do this? Well here's why! There's some comments that directly states that Batman sees all his villains the exact same. He treats all of them the same. Batman thinks of them as his friends. When I'm sitting here like what did you just spew out your mouth? Although it is untruthful it's what theses people believe. It's not even a little truth wandering around in there. Now tell me right now who did Batman call his friend that's a so call villain, besides Harvey who was already his friend in the past. The Joker is the only villain Batman has repeatedly called his friend, and his partner. His ally. He even called the Joker his, as well. The Joker is the only villain Batman reaches over to touch his hand, and holds his hand in his own. Letting him know he doesn't want his death on his hands. The only villain who shot a member of the family, nevertheless still shares a laugh with Batman It wasn't later that day. It wasn't the next day. It was in that exact moment between the two of them. After all the Joker's done. Bruce shares a laugh with him. Can you display it before my eyes. Show me a villain that Batman did this with? Right after they injured someone Bruce loved dearly. Show me!!! I want you to prove to me that Batman mourns the lost of people. The innocent lives for months in the cave. I don't want you to say well he thinks about it time from time. No, no, that's not what i want to hear. That's not what i desire to hear when you come at me in my ask box. The one's who are hostile towards me because i am staring at the full picture you refuse to acknowledge. Prove your case to me? Demonstrate it to me the best way you can. If you can prove that Batman carries villains in his arms like he does with the Joker. Not once, but over and over again. If you could prove some of Batman rogues death that caused Batman to be so affected that he couldn't see straight. Tell me a villain who Batman imagine in intimate ways. A man who saw poster's of the Joker in a bubble bath. He saw the Joker in dresses. He saw the Joker as his true love on posters. He imagine the Joker talking about his cod piece. How amazing he was. How nothing can take the Batman down in so many words. A man who imagine the Joker constantly flirting with him. A man who knew the Joker knew his identity. yet you can't even give me a list of comics that even verify what you're blabbing. Now i always said Batman deals with death differently, but look at the first panel. Look at how Batman reacts to theses deaths. How he glances over it quickly. How there's no true emotion present. He can hide it. He can hide behind the mask, however it doesn't eat away at Bruce's soul that he stays in the bat cave. It doesn't eat at his soul that he mourns for months, not hardly patrolling anymore. It doesn't affect him enough for him to stop doing his job for a little while. It doesn't interfere with his mood.

You need to see the difference between Batman and The Joker relationship. You need to swallow the cold harsh truth, instead of lying to yourself. Making up assumption. Batman doesn't even much as check to see if theses people are alive. Then with the Joker he maneuvers around the body, like he have to be absolute sure he's dead. Though you might say that Batman thought they were dead already. Well! News flash Batman thought the Joker was dead too. He even lets Alfred know the Joker is dead twice. Then he goes on to advise that the Joker can't tell him anything because he's dead. Then Alfred affirms to Bruce that he wouldn't have told him anyways. Which i find hilarious, because Alfred knows Bruce just wants to bring this man back to life, and on top of that Batman believes the Joker is dead, yet he still has the Joker in his arms. There's no pleasant smile on Bruce's face. This isn't a simple glance over. You can clearly see the dark Knight is in distress about the Joker's death.

But let's not stop there shall we? because you still won't believe me. The second panel is a man who's wretched by the Joker's death. He can't believe he's dead. I mean do you see all that blood? The third image exhibits the exact same results from the dark Knight. Batman probably thinks the Joker is going to die in his arms, even so he still holds him in his arms, totally forgetting there's people out to eliminate him. The second panel he lowers himself to the Joker's level to see if he's alive, but theses villains here. Batman shows no kind of real emotion. I'm sorry you're dying or dead, but you're not the Joker

Wait don't skip out on it just yet. Harvey falls to his death. There's no yelling. There's no Batman screaming his name out. A man gets stab Batman does not hollar and mourn this person later that day in the cave. A bell falls on top of a man right in front of Batman. He dies right after the incident. Batman doesn't even bat an eye. He doesn't even show a little sympathy. Not even a simple 'no' Batman does feel sorry for Harvey's death though. I won't deny that, although he's not hollering from the top of his lungs. He's not saying please don't kill him.

Wait, but didn't Batman say the exact words that he couldn't save the Riddler because it was too much blood. No one survives that??? You know what's funny though? The Riddler survived it. However the Joker appears to have been shot six or seven times .There's blood all over the floor, despite that Batman goes out of his way to see if this man is alive, and can survive until he makes it to the Lazarus pit.

The same man who murdered Jason todd. The same man who tried to murder Commissioner Gordon over and over again, Dick Grayson. The same man who started the war. The man same man who made Batman lose all his money. All his gadgets. The same man who tried to murder Catwoman.The same man who paralyzed batgirl. The Joker does all of this to Batman, and Batman refuses to leave him to die in the snow. He refuses to let him die on the boat even though he just try to eliminate all three of them. The man who refuse to let the Joker just die in Batman #100 but gave him a way out.

although Batman leaves a man in the snow who's neck is broken. Who can't move a limb, it appears. He leaves this man in the snow to die all because he tried to murder Dick Grayson? Let's not forget the Joker tried to murder a Robin again. Right after the Joker war. Batman still saves him. You know what people always bragging about now? Batman #100. Didn't you see? Batman left the Joker to die. He didn't care if he died. No, no, go read the comic again. Batman outright informs the Joker how to get out of there. Believe me Batman stares at the Joker, being fully aware that the Joker was going to escape. I just can't picture Bruce letting Alfred burn in the explosion either. Batman has to make a choice. The Joker wanted change. Well, Batman's giving it to him, because at that moment the Joker wants to see what Batman will do, but even after this. Batman saves the Joker not long after. He even tells Gordon that he wants to bring the Joker in safe. If he saves the Joker enough times. Maybe it'd make up for the time he left him. Batman has no desire to kill the Joker even when they're in the cell again. Batman is shocked by the Joker condition he's in right now. He's not even angry. After all the Joker puts him through. He still begs Harley not to force his hand in making this decision. Batman #100. This man in the snow has no way of getting up. The Joker has a way. Batman is aware of this, however Batman let's the other man lie in the snow.

But let's not stop there either. Batman repeatedly tell Harley Quinn she's not killing The Joker. If Batman didn't want the Joker alive. He could've left him to Harley.

Wait! We're not through yet. I mean let's not look over the fact that Batman knew the gun Harvey had would backfire on him. Nonetheless Batman still shows no reaction to Harvey being shot by his own firearm, and not only that Batman does not hold Harvey dent in his arms. Also Harvey is knocked off of a building. Batman goes to save him and doesn't hollar from the top of his lungs. What are you going to tell me that it had a couple of times Batman scream from the top of his lungs for Harvey dent. I can recall a few. Sooooooooooo??? Three or four comics don't matter to me. When hundreds and hundreds prove otherwise. Those few is irrelevant to me. You want to know how much Batman cares about the Joker dying? He got infected with the very thing he ran from, because he wanted to hold the Joker in his arms, and softly tell him to stay with him. Stay with him. You know this sounds like Batman endgame, when Batman tells the Joker to stay with him. There's only two issues Batman scream for two face. It wasn't from the top of his lungs either.

This is a man who cares about someone. You claim he doesn't give a shit about , and don't worry. I have plenty more panels to prove you wrong. He hates The Joker, but he loves him too. This is a man who screaming from the top of his lungs for the Joker. It's not a simple Harvey with his mouth open. It's not a simple 'No' It's more than that. It's filled with emotion. It means more when the Joker died. Bruce and Harvey isn't a bad ship. There's a few moments between them that makes me understand why people ship it, but Batman sees his friend in two face, but with the Joker Batman just finds that friendship with the Joker. It's not from them being friends already. It's a bond. It's a bond Batman can't even explain. That's why it's so special.

I'm really just trying to get people to understand why i ship Batman and Joker. You think if i found six comics that showed chemistry between theses two that i would start shipping it?? The answer is absolutely not. Batman and Joker relationship goes back to the Golden age comics. It's not something that just been presented to us. It's been here. It's been subtle. Hidden in plain sight, even so it was there. Theses panels here gives me life. The fact that the Joker murdered all those people in Batman brave and the bold : winning card, and Batman still doesn't want to hurt him. It says too much. The man tells Batman he'd come quietly. Batman doesn't even lay a hand on him. He takes him in quietly.

Part four next.

[ruefulruby]

Nobody truly knew why Marble left Delmarva...

Being the biggest city in all of the Americas, it was hard for anyone to truly make it big in the tight city, especially some lonesome country girl like Marble. She had a measly couple thousand dollar plan attached to her name and with no clue on where to go for her college avenues. The day she laid down on her little dorm room bed, her parents called. They said she wouldn't make it within the bitch stuffed city. Talking all sorts of nonsense about how it being full of "dull morons walkin' all over each other."

She paid no mind to the fragile pleas, picturing them screaming at the clouds instead of worrying about stuff that actually mattered. Marble began to navigate the city, learning the language she never got to experience. She slowly ditched the old country lifestyle she had to weigh upon her back. No more was she tied to farms or stupid, ignorant country boys. She grew accoustumed to there being something slightly new every day. She had worries, of course, due to the higher population leading to an inflated sense of crime to roam around the streets. However, she soon realized no place in Delmarva was all that dangerous if you kept to yourself and followed the way of the land.

Disappearances were a familiar case for the unfortunate in Delmarva, though. Something seemingly so random was keeping everyone on their toes, no matter who it was. Even before she moved, it was an aspect of the city Marble never understood. The day she moved into Delmarva, a homeless man was always seen vaping by the corner of the subway station, only to be gone the next day. Missing posters would crop up against the campus fliers for new clubs, only to be torn down by local police. Investigations held to no avail, with the repeat explanation of the missing having run away. A loud minority were always on their ass about it, talking all sorts of stupid bullshit conspiracies, at least from Marble's perspective. Yet as soon as the chatter started over the lost souls, it would die down once more. An on and off switch of heated cycles of debate, only for it to go quiet once more. Marble figured it was just another aspect of the city life. Just another one of the city's quirky antics. One of her peers, Alice, had been a part of this loud smear campaign. She pulled Marble aside one day to talk about these cases.

"Dude, have you seen all of these missing people lately?" Alice asked, frighteningly quick with her words as she scrolled through her phone. "Dude, this is fucking crazy! Like, look at this shit!" Alice pulls up her phone to show Marble a video of a small homeless encampment being raided in a back alley, just two streets down from where they lived.

"Oh yeah, I know about that that!" Marble chimmed up, a familiar place striking her memory as she started speaking up again. "They were on all sorts of drugs, I think. The police said something about meth being involved?"

"That doesn't matter." Alice replied in a harsh tone, giving Marble some anxiety. "This was at night. These are still people!" The video goes on, showing the homeless being dragged and beaten in front of Marble's eyes. She could only turn away and briskly walk, trying to ignore the sight as her friend called after her.

There's no way that can happen to me... Marble thought, hopefully clinging onto the promise of a better future in the heart of Delmarva.

One night, things changed, though. It had only been a couple of months into her stay. She heard a knock outside one of her neighbor's living quarters. Tired and exhausted, she rolled over and tried to go back to sleep until she began to hear the faint, muffled shouting coming from the hallway. Confused, Marble slouched up, still in her pajamas, and opened her door. There were three police officers fighting with her neighbor to try and get the door open. She realized something, though, as she looked over at the door number just above the room they were trying to tear into. It wasn't just her neighbor.

It was Alice, and they were barging into her room.

Marble immediately fixed her posture, frozen in place. One of the cops turned and saw her in the hall. He too froze behind his colleagues, just as they had busted the door open and quickly gained on Marble's friend in the room. Alice was tased, struck down, and pinned by one of the men as the other was searching her room. All of this going on as Marble and one of the law enforcement officers were having a stand still within the hallway. Marble tried to read the look on his face as it shifted from surprise to this weird sense of remorse. His eyebrows tilted ever so slightly before shooting down as he blinked into a furious expression.

Marble tried rushing back into her room, nearly slamming the door shut before the cop reached with a foot jammed in the doorframe. She screamed, alerting the other officers in the room, who quickly rushed outside to help their buddy rip the door open from Marble's grasp. She tried to fight off the cop from grabbing her hair, as a hand was placed over her mouth to keep her from screaming.

"I'll find a way to legally kill you once we're done here if you keep screaming." He whispered, a sinister growl taking form over his words, sending Marble into a panic. "Search her room and burn personal identification." He ordered as the police began to rip apart her room. Clothes were in ruins, as shreds of her dreams lay bare on the carpeted floor. Her book bag was emptied, as one of the officers took her laptop and notebooks. They found her passport and her student ID.

Marble was taken, along with Alice, in the dead of night. Their personal identification were stripped from them and burned in front of the building. Crying the whole way down, they could only wish they had fled Delmarva when they had the chance. They could only watch from the back of the unmarked police car, as they drove away from the building and towards a detention center.

They could only do nothing now.

[scythesandscepters]

CONTENT WARNING: BODY HORROR, GORE, BLOOD

Briar had always been told that if he were to ever meet his mother he would know her in an instant. There would be little doubt or question that he belonged. That he would know in his heart of hearts that she was his and he was hers. His father spoke of her with an air of mystery. Constantly waxing poetic of his grand love for her and her alone. How she had been his everything, but their love like the seasons was not meant to last. That in time she had to leave him, but in doing so she had left him with a gift. That gift had been Briar, it was a culmination of their love, proof of what they had. He always found the tales impossibly romantic.

Standing before her now the child knows his father spoke the truth.

He knows in his very soul that this woman, this Goddess, standing before him is his mother.

Rough hands cup his face, thumbs running over his pale cheeks as she takes a look at him. Even with his height he still has to look up to take her in fully. Through all the tales that his father had woven of his mother he rarely could picture her. The face he tried to imagine would always come up blank. Her features impossible to discern in his minds eye. How could he though, when the man who spoke so fondly of her would only ever compare her to the seasons. Spoke of her features in abstracts that seemed to linger on the fantastical. Finally he is granted true insight to what sparked such revery in his father, finally he can engrave her in his minds eyes. The moment is not long though, not nearly long enough to remember each and every lasting aspect of her. But no sooner had they gathered were they moving once more, the Gods pulling them deeper into the temple. Easily accepting Demeter's hand, the tall scare crow of a boy follows up the path and into the throne room.

As they walk he watches in wonder as with each step flowers are left in her wake. Though just as quickly as they bloom they are quick to wither and decay. A gentle squeeze of his hand pulls his attention forward, a whispered string of words just for him as they find themselves in the throne room.

"Life demands sacrifice, my flower. Even from you."

A warning…

Everything comes at a cost…

"As all things in life do Mother."

Crown securely nestled amongst his dark locks, Briar lifts the goblet of ambrosia, viscous and gold. The scent that wafts from the strange liquid is sickeningly sweet, like fresh blossoms blooming at the first kiss of spring.

His gaze drifts up above the rim of the cup, locking with his mother's. Her eyes betray the youthful appearance that she wears like a mask and in that gaze he can see her true age. She is eternal, immortal, and has seen far more than he could ever imagine. The power in that stare is more than enough to give him pause, to make him wonder if he too may one day know such truths.

Beneath her stare he doesn't tremble.

He certainly doesn't pray.

Instead the boy holds her gaze unblinking as if in challenge. The corner of his mother's lips upturn in an encouraging smile as she beckons him forth. Briar returns it with a smile of his own that traces the edge of his chalice. A slow, unsettling thing that holds no warmth.

As the sweet nectar touches his lips the world itself seems to fracture. . .

In an instant the space around him shifts, gone is the temple and his fellow demigods. Gone are the stone walls and high vaulted ceilings. Gone are the thrones and the literal Gods with a capital G that loomed over the crowd of lost children. Instead Briar finds himself in the middle of a wheat field as the sun beats down from high above. The golden crops expand far as the eye can see, shimmering beneath the golden light of the sun and a crystal blue sky. This vision, for that must be what this is, reminds him of home, of Montana, of long summer days; But most of all it reminds him of a boy who's laugh fills his dreams and makes his heart flutter. The thought of Cassidy has him faltering, head turning to look at where the other boy had just been. When Briar sees that he too is gone a strange feeling clutches at his chest.

The ache seems to grow…

No, not an ache per se, rather a tightness in his chest that pricks sporadically like barb wire.

A sharp inhale, sudden and quick, a reaction as he feels something very much alive moving within him. His ribs creak outward as if being pushed back against something growing inside of him. The boys hands press against his sternum, fingers digging into his skin to try and feel what lies beneath. For a moment there's nothing but the pain and the thought that this must be all in his head, but then the shift beneath his skin can be felt like a babe's kick to their mother's stomach. Tendrils shifting just beneath the surface, quickly spreading like roots as they wrap around his bones, his lungs, his heart. It drags out another desperate inhale, only this time his breathe catches.

He tries to breathe deeper, lips parting as he goes to inhale only to find himself choking.

There's the sensation of something crawling up his throat, rough and wet. Falling to all fours, retching violently as his hands struggle to keep himself up, fingers digging into the rich dark soil beneath him to find support. A fit of coughing overtakes him as he chokes on whatever has found purchase in his throat when the sight of red fills his vision. As he coughs and chokes blood begins to drip and pool from his lips, and suddenly petals spill out of his mouth. Soft delicate forms coated in Briar's blood, the brunette barely having time to register what they are before he's coughing again, choking as more petals spill forth littering the ground beneath his heaving body.

"You are the harvest and the hunger. Grow."

His Mother does not ask.

His Mother commands.

The coughing doesn't stop, it only grows more violent with each passing moment. Gasps for air catching amongst the petals and vines that slowly claw their way up his throat. The roots have taken hold in his lungs, tangled amongst his bronchi as vines unfurl in the hollows of his breathe. More flowers forcing their way out, heavy-petaled things that scrape his throat raw and come out blood tinged and soaked in golden ichor.

The roots in his chest twist, digging into his very being, turning this unbearable pain into rapture. Briar opens his mouth as if to scream but instead erupts in hysterical laughter, euphoric and maddening. Sinewy arms struggle to stay locked, no longer able to hold his body up. He falls onto his side before rolling onto his back, body splayed amongst the dirt and bloody flora. Eyes looking up to the clear blue sky as he feels the soil shift, the earth wrapping around him like a mother's hug.

He hears her once more. A voice that is a contradiction in and of itself, filled with both the warmth of summer and the coldness of winter. No louder than a whisper, like the rustle of leaves in the wind.

"My darling sprout. You have done well, but the journey ahead is still long. Let them try to bury you… You will only root deeper."

"Yes, Mother…"

His vision begins to fade.

Laughter growing quiet as exhaustion takes hold.

So this is what power feels like...

[ratsoh-writes]

Masterlist 35

(****) = suggestive themes

Introducing

Grimmtale

general

running into windows (birds)

running into windows (drakes)

what clothes they like seeing on SO (dt flt st)***

how to seduce them (rhythm cider)***

how he seduces his SO (Cider rhythm)***

they find the coolest cat (charm edge butch)

sibling stories (os flt lf)

if he and SO shared a hobby

his SO gets called a slur (cash coffee pluto butch rust)

SO just really loves bows

who would think the grimms are ugly (all)

reoccurring dreams

korrigan SO(sails ace pop)

theyre tormented by a nightmare

the coolest slippers (sans pluto G lens)

comically round cat (rancher honey stitches)

Worldbuilding

other monster illnesses

MONEY

generations

vamboa fun facts

phone brand and apps

the tallest mountain

the tallest building

how inbreeding affects monsters

vila fun facts

vila mage fun facts

strongest and weakest royals

chigupa fun facts

weird ebott law

grimm snails

how stats and soul checks work

The skeletons stats (ALL except grimmtale)

dueling rules

monster holidays

grimm crops and food.

grimmtale and templetales relationship

grimm petal monsters

salamites

New monsters/side characters

Frankie and Sylva- the chigupa and triadscog

Marcelo's routine

Marcelo intro and picture 2

Berkley, cotton, mozzy - the carashield maedae and vamboa

cottons parents

Mozzys siblings

meet grillby and his au counterparts!

the grillbys special abilities

when the grillbys have a crush

what makes the grillbys purr

morticia gomez and venoms special abilities

why morticia doesn't want the boys to know about their nan

mother gothel (grimm)

venom and hansel (grimm)

Grimmtale

when they mess up

pet names

what they want in a partner

thoughts on kids

flaws

what they find ugly

when they have a crush

SO makes tiny food

deal breakers

sick

what are they always carrying

heat changes***

gaster blasters

love languages

their relationship with family

purr and hiss

embarrassing moment

can they share?

silliest fears

sub/dom***

how would they propose

stats

if they could go outside without sunglasses + venom

guilty pleasures

drunk

warts

The Brothel

what kind of clients do they like best?*****

[nadg-ttrpg]

So you are a traditional artist

Or: how to prepare a traditional sketch for posting online.

(I didn't draw that, I wish I did. This is a sketch by Rainbow Arowana, used with permission)

You just put your heart and soul in a sketch. You love it. Time to post it on your favorite social network and... oh no.

It's washed out and all the details are lost! Fret not, we can fix this*.

STEP 1.

Get your favorite image manipulation program. GIMP, Photoshop, Photopea, your digital drawing app, doesn't matter. I use GIMP, because it's free. It's also very hard to learn, so just use whatever you are used to.

STEP 2.

Locate the "color curve" option. In GIMP it's under the "color" options, labelled "curves". If you can't find it, google it, it should exist in your favorite program too.

STEP 3.

Don't panic. Look at me. DON'T PANIC. It looks scary, but really, it's fine. Ignore all the options I crossed out for now, you can learn them later. Plus, GIMP looks complicated, your is probably simpler.

What is important here is the graphic. It's just a histogram, showing you the number of pixels for each level of lightness. From super dark to super white. Here we only have light-ish pixels, with almost no contrast between the darkest and the lightest. That tracks.

STEP 4.

Grab the little diagonal line, and move it around. See how it affect your drawing? Basically what we want to do is tell the computer "make the lightest stuff white and the darkest stuff black", so the diagonal should look something like that.

The drawing looks very yellow now but we can fix it.

STEP 5.

Desaturate. Black and white the shit out of it. In GIMP it's under "color->desaturate->desaturate". You probably know the option for your favorite program. Else just google it, it's fine.

Ew. It's all grey. Do an other curve manipulation to even that out.

Rinse and repeat until satisfaction. You can add a hint of a yellow tint back on a second layer if you wish to have a more natural paper feel.

*CAVEAT

This method works by amplifying the subtle color difference. You need a good quality scan, or at the very least a photo free of absolutely any shadows. Else... well. There is a reason I cropped the picture for this tutorial.

Yeah. Sorry, we can't really fix that. But as long as the lighting is perfectly uniform, you'll be fine.

[brooklynislandgirl]

Sinday Ask: The latest circulation of newspapers sit in a tidy line along Lawrence's desk. Small neon tabs stick out from various pages, marking where an executive or Mary believes may be of interest. Nothing flags the front page, the headline and a photo cropped by the fold screaming the scandal of an embezzling CEO. A downfall that Lawrence had no part in, and only now gives attention to for curiosity's sake. "What would be the worst sin you could imagine displayed for the world to pick at, Beth? An infidelity on your brother's part? Patricide by your very own hands?"

Spare a Sinday Thought || Always Accepting

She's draped casually against sumptuous leather, just another pretty thing in Larry's collection of beautifully bizzare trinkets and curios. What passes for a casual Sunday visitation ~after church but not quite in time for brunch~ and for a few moments, she continues to read one of the alternative papers that speak more on the concerns of the average citizen than the big Five that he occupies himself with. She really had expected better from the Times after their journalist strike but it is what it is. An elegant hand turns the page. Another brings the bone-china cup to her lips and she moistens them, lubricates her tongue, with rich dark coffee. "Unfortunately," she says meticulously and at long last, "you probably see my braddah's name or picture in dere often enough. Man no can do wake up in da mornin' wi'out someone wan make commentary in it. Mos' of da time it's about his closure rate, or a scandal comin' from him catchin' somebody bein' stupid." A pause before her eyes flick to meet the arctic tundra of his profile. That crystalline blue of his gaze never fails to steal a touch of her breath. "Which is likely why dey nevah link bo'd ya names in a single article." She knows he has more skeletons in his closet ~perhaps even figuratively~ than she can make an accurate guess of, but then again…a good many of them don't come with jail sentences and press conferences. Instead there are whispers amongst the Traditions of the Janissaries, of the New World Order {and how THEY would love to get their hands on someone like Larry} and a whole host of self-policing entities that neither one can fathom. Perhaps that's why she's so inclined to walk beside him into his sorcerous endeavours, taking on the unrequested Role of Virgil to his Dante. For whatever reason she feels responsible for him. "Hardly t'ink da kine about who he's seen out wi'd or who might be in his bed is really notewor'dy. He's single, properly divorced, and so free to frolic wi' whomevah he likes so long as dey also not marry. An' my braddah would make sure dat his paramour doesn't bring a spouse into da relationship. Oh…oh…wait. Is…is dat somet'ing concerns you? Is he your type, Larry?" She giggles at her own joke. Deep down she suspects that maybe the man has even less interest in a physical relationship than Beth, regardless of the body it comes with. "As f' da Admiral, I can promise you one t'ing. If I were da one t' harvest him from dis ear'd? No one would evah know, nor would dere be any evidence left behind. Be like he nevah existed, an' good riddence." She's never recorded any of the thousands of times she's conceived of, plotted out to the finest detail, and not carried out her red-soaked dreams of murdering the man in question. She has no guilt or stain on her soul for having fantasised so deeply about it that sometimes she's truly disappointed when he turns up within a few days, largely to spend time with his son. "I t'ink da worst sin evah I could commit…is not one dat would make da papers. In circumstances I have hard time imagining, would be…how sleeper might say it… fall t' da Dark Side, as it. One of our mos' sacred rules an' it carries a sentence worse dan death," she enunciates that word carefully so to avoid misunderstanding, "says 'Conspire not wi' an Enemy of Ascension'. T' actively work against da wonder of what is, an' what could be… t' join our enemy in war… I mean I can't say it nevah could happen. Dat's wha' make dem so insidious. In a more….mortal kind of way…somehow my mana gettin' away from me…hurtin' people or environment or somet'ing like dat… I'd turn myself in. Not able to live wi' doin' somet'ing dat could hurt innocent people." Immaculate brows furrow above her eyes, the corners of her mouth down turned, Beth is clearly disturbed by even just the idea. She pushes it away with something she tells herself is equally unappealing but not nearly as devastating. "Dat is if sweepin' ya papers off ya desk an' havin' you right here an' now is off da table."

[katyspersonal]

Today's Demon's Souls adventures

Okay, after having to grind the same red-eyed knight in Boletarian Palace to get my Str from 10 to 18 and kill the stupid red dragon, I went to the second level (a lot of mines and lizard guys). Iirc brother of the blacksmith from Nexus has these same scales (I've only seen on loading screen). @val-of-the-north was also a dipshit towards me and told me to "cross the bridge" but DIDN'T WARN ME THAT IT BREAKS -_- I DON'T CARE THAT YOU ARE PATCHES KINNIE, YOU DIPSHIT, YOU HAD NO RIGHT

But yeah soon enough I've reached the boss Armored Spider and it was not that hard with magic, but after beating the boss what I as (questionably) sane person did? RIGHT, I PROCEEDED

^^^ okay this tunnel is not the actual place I instantly ended up at, I just wanted to show a funi glitch + I don't want it all to be the wall of text. But, I ran forward after the boss, then dropped by wooden platforms all the way down into some pit full of bones, and apparently there was the next boss (Flamelurker). I assumed there was no way to beat it the first try but I didn't even have Shards of Archstone because I've fucking left them with Thomas when I was dumping most of items and didn't know what these did 💀💀💀

Long story short, these tunnels are very confusing and full of giant tardigrades who have ABSURD defence against physical attacks but are weak to magic. Besides, only their faces were dangerous, so I could just walk behind them and attack from there. It was better than spending ALL of my magic and arrows (remember this part). Mind their death moments tho, those things explode very hard

I've finally found an escape and there were these little guys flying. Mostly not hostile but I could not help killing them all fhhfds At least the small ones DO get staggered by attacks!

(Just wanted to take good shots lol, these guys are so adorable XD) Also somewhere earlier in this location I've found Kris (a sword that also deals magic damage, also Logarius' sword is a reference to it), and, again, it is kind of more effective against these guys since they're weaker to magic. I just used it on land ones, not the flying ones

And also GUESS WHAT. JUST GUESS

PATCHES WAS THERE LOL

I HONESTLY had no idea??? Iirc there is some trap by him in this game but it should have been in the dark place and he should kick you down? Val (who's been watching me stream via Discord screenshare) also had no idea and he didn't even go to this location yet XD

While Val was googling about this encounter, I just went up and started beating this tardigrade (it is completely incapable of resisting, take all time you need) and then Val returned with saying that it was right fdshfhds Lmao imagine what Patches is thinking right now, just standing there and watching us destroy his trap XD (when you return after beating this tardigrade, he just says something like "How did you do that?" and nothing else and it is safe to take the item now)

Also took a picture of his shield right now

Now is an ESPECIALLY frustrating part. See this tunnel?

I've found it in this area when I was going further above and basically, there were two hostile red phantoms running in this tunnel towards me. I just backtracked and got ready to use magic.. so, now, see this pit?

THEY BOTH FUCKING FELL INTO IT HDFSHFSDH Not even half-way through their healthbar lol!!! I am being serious fshhd First one fell into it, then another one XDDDDD

I am very frustrated that I was not able to capture it, it was so stupid fdhhds The bad part of playing via emulator is that I can't just quickly screenshot everything I find interesting in real time mode like with PS4. I just have to press Print Screen button, then Ctrl+V it in MS Paint, then crop and save. And sometimes the button doesn't even work for some reason so even if I pressed it at an interesting moment there is no guarantee I got the screenshot??? Emulator makes it obnoxiously hard to document anything from this game. Me and Val agreed that he will be at least recording his dialogues with NPCs so he can then chop the video on screenshots

(Imagine a LOT of crystal lizards in this pit, they WERE here and it is probably their den like what merchant was talking about)

While I was running around I had Val to look for the way to get out of this area back to Nexus, but no matter where he looked it seemed like fighting Flamelurker was the only way ;-; I kind of accepted that the only way to save these souls was to die, then grab the stone in Nexus, then return with it equipped and teleport back as soon as I'd pick up my souls. But Val looked for whether there was a way to cheese this boss, and surprisingly, there was:

It did work!!! I just kept making sure it was stuck in this bone and shot Soul Arrow at it, when I was out of magic my bow helped me instead. Thankfully I still had enough arrows after stocking to kill the red dragon :>

I feel a bit dirty because that's definitely a bad first introduction to the boss lol, but I've got myself in this situation -_- Remember to ALWAYS fucking go back and spend your souls after every boss kids. AND EQUIP THE SPEAR, YOU NEED IT WITH SALAMANDERS

[ophelia-writes-poems]

I went through my photos today You were in a lot of them Nearly 50 I deleted most of them

I still have some, of course We shared a lot of friends And some pictures I want to keep It was my prom too

I don't know if it was petty And i really don't care But I cropped you out of the pictures Where you were on the edge

You still exist there But you were a large part of my life I can't just forget that I can't smooth the fingerprints left on my heart

I went through my notes app today I wrote so many poems for you Some of them beautiful I had so much hope

Most of it was about you In a kind of pathetic way The kind of stuff that seems unassuming But ripped my heart out

"Forget me nots, baby breath" "Womens: Large, Mens: Medium, Pants: Large" "July 6" Things that mean nothing to anyone else

It hurts How much i loved you And how little it mattered Does it hurt you?

No, i don't care It doesn't matter How this affects you is irrelevant You've made that quite clear to me

I will scrub you from my life Try to remove your fingerprints from my soul And I hope that the next time i go through my notes app Reminders of you will not hurt.

[lilac-den]

Hi, new to your page but I just played TSR and it's so freaking awesome! I have a very question wanna ask Maverick: If - I mean IF - if MC's the only one who's been murdered, how would he react in relationship stage? How would he react when he recognized MC in the new life? Like, immediately, but MC's past life memories not back yet.

Jesus fuck, you're out here trying to hurt these poor souls! (Says that as if I'm not already plotting the total shitfest that is MC's past life 🤣)

But thank you so much for enjoying TSR! 👀 But I did think on how it would have been like if MC had been the only one murdered...

To start - Maverick, Rydigan, Ittania and Enid would be using everything they have and more to get the justice MC deserves (well, as much justice as a dystopian world would consider as such). Benefactor would be the one sponsoring them too. They'll probably achieve greater influence and pain on Cardenil sooner and stronger than MC had done when it had been the other way around.

But all of the friends would be transmigrated and they would be in the roles the same as what the story has for them - which is being the children of the four Duchies of the kingdom.

Reincarnated MC though...See, in TSR, MC's cover story was that their hometown was destroyed due to various wars that occurred until they were the only survivor. Sylphina took them into her household (she's a Countess in the kingdom, but very influential due to commoners loving her and how her county provides good crops), so MC is known as her cousin to avoid people from looking down on MC too much.

So in the reincarnated!MC AU, I can picture MC living in the manor with Sylphina, either as a courteous or stoic noble who does their duty well as the cousin of the Val'Hai family or a free-spirited person who wants to see the world, go on adventures, etc instead of the stuffy court.

So how would Maverick react to seeing MC, the love of their life, again? (Though to be perfectly honest, Maverick and MC might not have a relationship in the past life because they were in the 'attraction' stage and...well, death happened so Maverick would probably be in love with MC but never got the chance to confess before MC's passing.) He couldn't believe MC is alive and here. But seeing how MC doesn't remember, Maverick wouldn't push MC to remember or attempt to because he isn't sure if he wanted MC to remember the last moments of their past life (I already got a picture of how MC would have died if they had been the one who was kill).

So Maverick would build that bond again, maybe even be a bit more assertive and bolder with his attraction to MC. It's like having a fresh new start. Of course, there's also the MC protection squad and Maverick would definitely let the others know the situation about MC. I'd imagine Reincarnated!MC would be happy and also extremely confused on why such high-ranking nobles would want to hang out with the cousin of a Countess. XD

[ruinmegently]

Collateral

"I will not."

"Sure ya will."

Locus hates that grin. The one that slithers up Felix's face when the man knows he'll get his way.

"C'mon," Felix says, flapping the shirt between them, fingers pinched at both shoulders. "As far as I see it, this is your meal ticket to that juicy inside intel you're always ramblin on about."

Silence.

They've been tailing their latest target for a week now. A thin man made of more bone than blood. Locus doesn't know what this guy did to get on their list, but ever since Siris left, Felix reassures him, often, that even if the "bounties" lean toward "hits," they'll only ever go after real bad baddies.

Promise.

It is, on paper, sound logic. The psych profile Loc's developed for their hit points to everything about this shirt, about him, being perfectly aligned with Garrett Horshen's particular tastes.

Attraction equals guard down.

He snatches the shirt from Felix's hands.

"What's with the eat shit and die look?" Felix asks with that terrible grin. "This is what you wanted."

*

"Why is it a crop top."

Question more like a statement. Locus isn't asking for information. He's demanding it.

"It isn't a crop top you're just ripped as fuck."

"You could have purchased a bigger shirt."

Felix flaps a hand around in lieu of an explanation. Grabs his phone. Snaps a pic.

*

It is definitely a crop top. 

Locus finds this out at the party, when a man with a similar build sidles up next to the vegetable tray where Loc wallflowers. They're wearing the same shirt with the same idiotic unicorn. The hem of the stranger's shirt loosely grazes his hips.

*

"Sooooo, have you murdered anyone yet?"

The earpiece crackles slightly.

"No."

Locus stands in the corner of the room, back against the wall, arms at his sides, valiantly resisting the urge to pick at the bottom of his tee.

"How much longer do ya think you'll hold out? Five more minutes? Three?"

He hears the rhythmic hitch of an office chair squeaking as it spins.

"I'm not killing anyone."

A woman walks by holding a red solo cup. She glances at Locus. He stares at her, unblinking, as his soul leaves his body because too much internalized embarrassment squeezed it out.

*

"Why is everyone here talking about unicorns?"

"... There's one on your shirt, Loc. What did you think this party was for?"

"A child's birthday."

Felix giggles.

"Twenty-one hundred, our target still hasn't arrived," Locus says.

Then Felix cackles.

Pinched brows. A flipbook animation in Loc's head that blips through this week. Why is Felix laughing?

His scowl gets progressively deeper.

*

"There is no Garrett Horshen, is there?"

"Horshen isn't even a last name, ya big idiot."

"You showed me a picture. There was an entire file. We followed a person for a week."

"I take torturing you very seriously, I'll have you know."

Felix doctored it all. A wild goose chase.

"I'm going to your apartment," Sam says, carving a path through a crowd of adults to the front door, "and burning it to the ground."

A scoff from the other line.

"I live like dead center in a whole ass complex."

"Collateral damage."

I really got nothin for this one I'm just clearin the drafts

[officialinvisibleanon]

((Hey new OC character idea))

((I don't know her name but I do know everything else))

Robot girl

Screen should have CCTV graphics, vertical lines and low pixel count but I don't know how to draw that so

Quite cheery

Loves music. Really into AJR and likes the song "World's Smallest Violin"

Actually the first time I thought of her she was dancing to the song which was on in the background

Pegasister. Really likes MLP and even bought a knock-off wig that looks like Pinkie Pie's hair

She wears it almost all the time. Including in this picture

Her crop top cannot be removed as she is a robot and it is part of her body

The skirt however is actual clothing. Below it are "shorts" that are also part of her body

Can fall from literally any height and will be fine as long as she lands on her feet. She has the vary same long-fall technology that Aperture uses in her feet

Can play the violin and sew. She's really into connecting with human nature and simple nature-y joys, despite being artificial herself

It is genuinely unknown whether she has a soul in the traditional sense. She seems sentient enough tho

((Anyways do any of you maybe have a good name for her? Cause I got nothing. I wanna say C.F. short for Canon Fodder but I feel like the name doesn't fit the character that well y'know))

[tangent101]

Max Caulfield and Post-Storm PTSD

One thing I find interesting (and have done so myself) is speculating on how broken Max will be in a Post-Storm (either Sacrifice Chloe or Sacrifice Arcadia Bay) setting. While some people (usually those who killed Chloe) like to say "she'd bounce back!" the predominant view is that we have a shattered Max after this who needs a lot of therapy. So I thought I'd unpack this and look at why I look at this this way.

At this point I should add there is potential triggers here. I'll be examining my own PTSD and elements of Max's state of mind that may in fact result in her being in declining mental health in the wake of the events of Life is Strange.

First, let's consider what PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder) is, and what causes it. And for this I'm going to start by sharing my own trauma. Because I have PTSD. I gained this after I saw a vehicle go out of control and hit two people and run over two others. The final person was trapped under the vehicle and they had to push the van at an angle to pull him out, do CPR, and... he was dead. Even if EMTs had been right there, he'd not have survived.

I suffer flashbacks thinking of this, though it's gotten better. I will flinch, visualize what happened, and feel nausea. I get tense over this and... well, it's not a happy experience to put it mildly. And I have what is likely a milder case of PTSD. I also developed it despite being in an environment that put me at a lower risk of developing it. And yes, I had minor twinges of PTSD writing this up. Two years ago I probably would have had an actual visualization and anxiety break. So you can get better with therapy and help.

But what specifically is PTSD? According to the website for the National Institute of Mental Health, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) develops in some people who experience shocking or dangerous events, with people who have PTSD feeling stressed or frightened even when they are not in danger. PTSD can occur within 3 months of traumatic events or even have you be fine and then crop up *years* later. And symptoms include flashbacks where you relive the trauma, bad dreams, and frightening thoughts which can disrupt a person's everyday routine.

People with PTSD are easily startled, can feel "on edge," have angry outburst, and have difficulty sleeping. They could go through avoidance of staying away from reminders of the experience and avoiding thoughts or feelings related to the event. Further, cognitive and mood symptoms include problems remembering key features of the event, self-negativity, distorted guilt or blame feelings, and loss of interest in enjoyable activities.

Okay, so how can you avoid PTSD? And how could Max avoid this? Well, factors promoting recovery after trauma include seeking support from friends and family, finding a support group, learning to feel good about your own actions in the face of danger, positive coping strategies, and learning to act and respond effectively even when feeling fear.

And this is the kicker. This is why Max is likely screwed as a result of the events of Life is Strange, especially in a Sacrifice Chloe setting. Because Max blames herself and her time travel for the Storm and all the weird shit that happened. She may very well believe that if she uses time travel for any reason, it will result in the Storm and a lot more people dying. And this will get in the way of being in a healthy environment to avoid PTSD.

First, consider friends and family. Max can't tell them what happened because she has absolutely no proof of what she went through. She can't prove her time travel because if she does then she dooms wherever she is and a lot of people die. (It doesn't matter if this is the case or not, she assumes it is true.) So Max is not going to confide in Warren or Dana or Victoria or anyone. She can't. And she's quite likely going to isolate herself because we have already seen at the start of the game, Max is a bit of a loner who doesn't have many friends.

In fact, her two "friends" are Warren (who she feels threatened by due to his attraction to her, as seen by his inclusion in her Nightmare sequence including learning he doctored photos of her to include himself in the picture, his peeping activities on the second day, and the honestly-creepy "Go Ape" thing), and Kate. Kate is going through her own shit and Max remembers Kate killing herself. Is Max going to unload her own issues on someone going through a lot of shit as well or is she going to swallow her problems so not to trouble her friend? And Warren is someone she feels nervous around and who has engaged in some activities that set up warning flags in her psyche. Further, when she told Warren the truth, he promptly blames her time travel on fucking everything up. In short, she trusted Warren and Warren said "you caused all this destruction." (Even if Max initially blames herself, he reinforces that point of view before Max jumps through the photo to save Chloe.)

Nor can I see her telling her parents. Again, she has no proof. Her parents are overprotective already. If she starts going off on this fanciful tale, are they going to believe her? Or are they going to assume their daughter is cracking and force her into therapy and possibly hospitalize her "for her own good" (and thus she ends up medicated and miserable, having lost her autonomy and agency)? It doesn't matter if they wouldn't as Max will worry this could happen. It is better to never say a thing. So Max internalizes everything. And we already see evidence that Max has done this sort of thing in the past. Max keeps her secrets close to her heart. She never told her parents of the time travel even when she could have had proof. So why tell them after Chloe died?

I have been overcoming my PTSD by revisiting it and working through it. Part of this was guided by therapy. Max would not be in a position to talk about this. And how could she? After all, she didn't find Rachel Amber's body (and we have no proof her body is uncovered in a Sacrifice Chloe setting). She didn't see the Storm. She didn't see most of the incidents. The closest that happened was being in the bathroom when Chloe was shot. And her story of what happened would change from the week that beta-Max was in charge and when Max Prime returned to the timeline. So even if she was talking to a school counselor? She'd quickly learn that her story changed and probably shut up and stop seeing them so not to give away her story.

Remember: Max cannot admit to the time travel because doing so means either killing hundreds of people due to the Storm or being locked away for being crazy because she has no proof.

Next, we have feeling good about her actions. For five days Max had hammered into her skull her actions have consequences. More, those consequences are predominantly bad. Far too often Max has to Rewind to fix things from her actions. If she can't Rewind? That means by acting, she's going to fuck things up. In fact, the fundamental aspect of Sacrifice Chloe states that her action to save Chloe caused all of this destruction. Max is going to second-guess herself constantly.

I mean, if she sees Kate on the roof again at a later point (because women who are the victims of crimes are often blamed by society for the crimes inflicted against them as seen time and time again with how we blame victims of sexual harassment and rape for the crimes committed against them, so of course her church and mother and aunt will continue to blame Kate for what she went through), will Max dare to act? If she does, then she might cause another Storm. She might cause damage. If Kate is on that rooftop again, maybe she was supposed to die. Who does Max think she is by trying to stop Destiny?

So yeah. Max is not going to feel good about her actions. She is going to second-guess herself. She already had that tendency at the start of the game, and Sacrifice Chloe hammers down the truth that action is bad. Better to do nothing and not interact.

We end up with Avoidance. Well, what is the biggest Avoidance? Photography. Max already has a murderer who kidnapped her associated with photography. She remembers being in the Dark Room, being powerless in the face of the man who murdered her Chloe. (Just like she murdered her Chloe. She might not have pulled the trigger, but she caused Chloe's death.) She will see Chloe's death and Rachel's death and her own suffering each time she looks at a camera and remembers Mark Jefferson. More, she knows if she focuses on a photograph she could end up traveling through time and causing the Storm. So she can't even enjoy pictures anymore because they are a threat.

That's not to say that the Sacrifice Chloe setting is all dark and dire. She does have music. She loves music. So if she puts aside the camera she might pick up her guitar and embrace music. (Hannah Telle, Max's VA, once speculated that Max would enter a career in music, probably due partly to her own musical inclinations.) So while she might give up her greatest loves, she might eventually embrace a future in music. I doubt she'd ever play in public but... that might be an outlet for a hurting soul.

Now, I've gone on at length about how dire things are for Max in a Sacrifice Chloe setting, but what about Sacrifice Arcadia Bay? Well, things end up a bit more positive in this setting because she can actually talk about going through some of these things. For instance, Max dug up a body with Chloe. She saw Chloe almost shot by Nathan in the bathroom. She saw Kate attempt suicide (whether or not she stopped it is immaterial to the suicide attempt). She learned that a trusted teacher and mentor was in fact a predator who was kidnapping young women, saw pictures of these crimes, and thus "suffers flashbacks visualizing herself in this setting." She can go to therapy and talk about many things she cannot in a Sacrifice Chloe setting and in doing so she can start to work through elements that could result in PTSD developing.

She can also talk to Chloe about what happened. Chloe knows about the time travel. She knows about almost dying (and Max witnessing Chloe's death multiple times). This gives Max a needed outlet for overcoming her own fears and concerns. But more importantly is this: Chloe is likely to tell Max to face down her fears. Chloe is the person who always pushed Max to try new things. And I honestly cannot see that changing as a result of what they went through.

Max also will learn to feel good about her actions. I mean, she chose Chloe over Arcadia Bay. This is the ultimate action, and while she may feel remorse for those deaths and that destruction... she also knows she saved Chloe and Chloe is by her side. She knows that her actions led to the capture and arrest of Mark Jefferson and saving Victoria Chase's life. Hell, it led to David Madsen (and probably a couple Arcadia Bay police officers) surviving the Storm because they were in the Dark Room at the time of the Storm. Her actions have consequences... and those consequences need not be dire. They can be beneficial.

So the Max of Sacrifice Arcadia Bay has a support group, she has access to therapy and can talk about some of the things she went through, she has someone she loves who believes her, she knows that her actions have benefit, she has someone who urges her to move forward. This isn't to say she won't have PTSD... but she is in a far better environment to overcome this to the point that in Life is Strange 2, we learn (in the Save Chloe timeline) that Max is submitting to galleries and that Chloe is still with her. So she's taking pictures and is in a good place in her life.

Now, what about Chloe? After all, Chloe went through some truly horrific shit herself. Chloe was almost shot by Nathan, she almost got hit by a train, she was threatened by Frank, she dug up the body of a girl she truly cared for, dozens of yards from where she was hanging out regularly, she saw a huge-ass Tornado wipe out her home town and kill her mother... yeah, Chloe's been through some horrific stuff, about as horrific as Max. More, she is in an unhealthy position at the time of the game.

But much of what benefits Max in the Save Chloe timeline also benefits Chloe. She can talk to a therapist. She has Max by her side. She has Max by her side and Max out-and-out chose her over hundreds of people. Joyce chose David over her, and for four years Chloe was in an unsafe environment. Rachel was... Rachel, and she was cheating on Chloe anyway. But Max... Max comes back, she saves her life several times, she helps Chloe time and time again, and at the end she chose Chloe over Arcadia Bay. That is big. That is bigger than big, it is... for once, Chloe was told "you are important." I mean, I'm getting teary-eyed just thinking of how big this is. Chloe has realized just how much Max loves her.

So... Chloe might develop PTSD. She is at risk of it. I think her triggers might similar to Max's - both girls probably will freak over thunderstorms for a while, and both may develop an aversion toward guns... at first I thought they'd differ but really, they'd align fairly well. About the only trigger issue Max would have Chloe doesn't has to do with photography (which is why Chloe is the person who'd help Max overcome any such issues).