prieldi

[prieldi]

— NOTICE: LEAVING INDEFINITELY.

It is with a heavy heart that I must inform all of those reading, who have been my beloved roleplay partners, cast-mates, and dashboard mutuals for the past almost-year, that I at no point can stay within Isola Radiale's current state of malpractice in their leadership circle.

I understand that this decision may seem abrupt, and my statement likely an incredibly harsh and derogatory one to make; however, the specific details of why I have come to this unfortunate conclusion are important for ALL of us to be made aware of, and have a very deep, and open discussion about as a community.

The long and short of it is: a dear friend, and partner of mine was wrongly accused of being something that she is not. She was then banned for this without any prior notice, nor any history of malcontent with anyone else inside of the group, or with the moderators themselves. The verdict was deemed something that "is not open for debate or discussion" by multiple (x) cited (x) screenshot quotes.

This is something that I cannot abide by, as it goes against a series of moral conducts that I hold dear. Not only because the accused is my friend, but because she is a completely innocent person; a member of this same community that you and I are a part of, and she no longer has that space AT ALL because of something she did not do.

Even before going into the appeal, I felt uncomfortable with their verdict. When asking questions to get the moderator's point of view on the subject, I was deflected back to my friend, AND made even more unsafe and uncomfortable by the admittance of the moderator's malpractice procedures with their judicial system. (Or rather: complete lack thereof.)

When reading over the asks both from the moderators and the accused, as well as listening to accounts on the accused's behalf, and taking the time to try and piece together an understanding of the moderator's position, I was only further struck by how hastily, and grossly incorrectly this case was handled. That this case was continuously justified on the moderator's behalf of being "for the safety and comfort" of the isola radiale community only made it even more disquieting.

You can find more information about that with the following links:

ACCUSED'S STATEMENT | THE CASE FILE | HOW THIS EFFECTS ALL OF US.

A LETTER TO THE MODS:

I would like the mods to know that I do not believe that any of you meant to be malicious. I was able to research into what happened in Citta, I was able to gain some clarification on events that transpired 5 years ago, and I do understand WHY you feel so strongly about your own understandings of what might have been going on, the confusion that was made, and your worries about the potential for what could have happened, should your confusion have been correct.

I would also like you to know, that for what it's worth? You've managed to create a great community of individuals. But your words, and the actions that further substantiated those words, were completely inappropriate and misguided. As moderators, you conducted yourselves incredibly poorly by not having your strike system on your rules page, nor your code-of-conduct for your judicial system ANYWHERE in place on the blog.

You don't have your terms listed anywhere, you don't have your appeal system easily accessible, and these all combined create a volatile system in which you've all the ability to hide behind vague terms and conditions that you can change at any time, with no ability for your community members to safely and comfortably open dialogues with any of you. Nor can we keep YOU accountable as our leadership in the case where you do happen to make a mistake.

The fact of the matter is that your claims hold absolutely no weight. In fact, if you were to have actually allowed me to open a dialogue with any of you, I'm sure we could have come to the mutual understanding that you, me, and more importantly, peter-mun actually AGREE on everything that you hold dear. You are BOTH antis in the sense of being STRONGLY against problematic content, and you're BOTH proshippers in the sense of being against bullying within fandom spaces. YOU BOTH AGREE. The ONLY thing that's barring you both, is that both parties are utilizing terms in slightly different ways.

This sort of misunderstanding could've been solved with just... asking questions, and having a conversation to confirm or deny your suspicions.

Furthermore, at no point did @pashieon/@prieldi EVER break any of isola's STATED rules. There is, in fact, MULTIPLE PIECES OF EVIDENCE of her abiding by them instead. Had her behavior truly been in line with the "morally repulsive" frame of mind that you boldly assume and continue to instigate that she has, (to quote you exactly, despite how "she * thinks * she's using the terms", then she "doesn't need to ship morally repulsive content to support those who do.") then there would have been MULTIPLE witness testimony of this exact behavior, as was in the last case.

There would also have been multiple screenshot evidence proving you right, across multiple testimonies of people complaining about conversations they would have had with her. This would have meant that you were correct, without any shadow of a doubt. And right now, you would have these specific incidents and testimonies to draw upon, that you might prove to the doubtful of the "morally repulsive" behavior.

You would also be able to say that you as the moderators - both individually and as a group - had pulled every single stop, and did the absolute best that you could to confirm your suspicion of something so damning to the degree you continue to presuppose onto your own community member. You wouldn't even have to disclose who had sent these messages to whom (outside of the accused), since privacy is so important to you as a moderator team. You can easily blot out a name and icon, in that case.

Instead, there are a multitude of screenshot evidence REPEATEDLY declaring and proving her stance of the exact opposite thing that you have labeled her to be. This label, being one that is gross, horribly bigoted, and dangerous. It's something that you absolutely cannot, and SHOULD NOT levy upon a person. Certainly not against a member of your own community without ANY substantial proof outside of a clause that YOU misinterpreted, and your own personal biases.

That is entirely unacceptable.

Genuinely, truly, I hope that you're able to amend your rules, your clauses, and improve how you conduct yourselves in the future. I hope that never again will you act as hastily as you did with peter-mun. I hope that the next time you do have to ban someone, you do WITHOUT assuming the party in question is guilty until proven innocent, so that way at least then, a situation like this can actually stay private where it belongs.

I hope that you do better next time, moderators, because as it stands... no matter how much I adore this community, and the friends I've made, YOU have all proven yourself - through your actions - to be untrustworthy and unsafe, easily impulsive, stubborn, and all around uncommunicative as moderators from start to finish.

Please, for the actual safety and comfort of this community, do better. BE better. Until then, nobody is safe.

[prieldi]

— LEAVING INDEFINITELY ; A NOTICE.

IMPORTANT LINKS: @prieldi/@pashieon 's STATEMENT | THE CASE FILE | LETTER TO THE MODS.

It's after some great stress, anxiety, and consideration that I have come to an unfortunate, but necessary decision. As of the time of this posting, I will be completely removing myself from Isola Radiale, as the moderators of this group have wrongly accused, defamed, and banned a member of this community without ANY judicial system, communication, or appeal.

The very long and short of the details of this case can be found (HERE) and ABOVE.. It is a 24 page document consisting of the heart of the issue of this case: being that, a member of this community was wrongly, and bigotedly ASSUMED to be a pedophile, and/or in favor of "morally-repulsive" content. This is over a complete and gross misinterpretation of terms on the moderator's end, as well as their complete and decided UNWILLINGNESS to engage in "discussion or debate" on the topic of an innocent community member's ban. Not with the accused, nor with anyone who was willing to attempt to submit and conduct a dialogue of appeal on the accused's behalf.

This document contains annotated, but DIRECT screenshots of the moderator's behavior, as well as repeated screenshot testimony of the accused. Besides myself, there are MULTIPLE people who have been in direct contact with the accused who can vouch in favor of her innocence, and that they have had absolutely no complaints or grievances with her, and much less to the horrible scale that the moderators have deemed their justification of this decision around.

I ENCOURAGE YOU ALL TO READ THROUGH THIS DOCUMENT IN FULL, and create your own opinions of the case. I would also encourage you to reach out to the accused, or even myself if you would like to read through the complete and unedited dialgoue of both the accused's sentence, as well as my attempt to speak on her behalf.

However, if you do not currently have the time, then there is this that you MUST know, for your own safety, and for the safety of your friends and partners within this community:

As of the time of this posting, the isola radiale group rules and policies pages DOES NOT have ANY mention of their judicial process, both concerning minor and major infractions.

There is absolutely NO indication on any of the pages of what a minor infraction, nor a major infraction even would be.

The moderators at NO POINT disclosed what they consider "evidence" of a major or minor infraction to be, either. Does that mean one piece of evidence? Two? Does it need to be in conjunction with multiple witness testimonies? How many witnesses do they need to levy any accusation? Furthermore, in an investigation of a MAJOR infraction with EXTREME CONSEQUENCES AND IMPLICATIONS, do they even reach out to individuals in order to confirm or deny the suspected behavior? (The answer is: no, and otherwise, we don't know.)

The moderators have CONFIRMED that they, at no point, reach out to ANY OF THEIR MEMBERS about complaints, investigation periods, and they DO NOT have a period of suspension in order to conduct the would-be investigations. This is their NORMAL PROCEDURE for each and every one of us.

Their exact reasoning for doing so, is that, should a member be complained about, or accused of something dubious, they will not open dialogue with that person out of the rationale that, should this person be guilty, they will proceed to try and escape. This goes COMPLETELY against due process, and ACTUAL investigation processes - even the fictional kind. TL;DR: you are guilty until proven innocent, and at no point will you be notified of a complaint or accusation until after THEY have conducted an investigation WITHOUT YOUR NOTIFICATION OR AT MOST, A SUSPENSION PERIOD.

They have REPEATEDLY and SWIFTLY shut down discussion of the case, not only with the accused who was informed of her ban only AFTER the judgement was passed, but with myself when I attempted to submit an appeal with substantiated dialogue and evidence (that can be found in the document.)

When attempting to understand the moderator's point of view on the subject, the moderators insisted that I go to the accused to get further details on the matter. Not only this, but when attempting to open a dialogue of appeal, the moderators conducted their discussion and review WITHOUT MYSELF PRESENT.

This process took FOUR HOURS OF SILENCE before getting a word back from them, in that they were not allowing debate or discussion on the topic. That we never had.

Lastly: their verdict on this case was to boldly assume the worst of their own community member, label, other and conduct themselves in a bigoted manner even AFTER ADMITTING that two completely different understandings WERE being used. They did this, in turn, under the justification that it was "for the safety and comfort of our community", without ever once considering the accused to BE a part of that same community, who should be given the same amount of grace by proxy.

All of this to say that as much as i adore the threads i have had here, the friends i've made, and what the future would've held for our muses, I cannot, in good conscience, stay in a group where the administration conducts their judicial system in such a secretive, impulsive and dangerous manner. Certainly not one where an innocent individual was wrongly accused, defamed of her character, and unable to open dialogue nor submit an appeal in her favor.

It's disingenuous, and an unsafe environment for the community members that the moderators say that they want to uphold.

Whether or not you agree or disagree with the specifics of the case itself, the fact of the matter is that THESE are the practices of the moderation team that has been brought to light with express clarity.

These are things that have happened in the past, and why those past cases HAD to be brought public, as now this one has as well.

This is something that can effect me, you, or ANY ONE OF US come an unfortunate circumstance were something is completely taken out of context, with no regard to our intent. NONE OF US ARE SAFE FROM THIS LACK OF CLARITY AND PROCEDURE. We can ALL be effected by this lack of due process.

My decision is a drastic one, but it's the one that was most safe decision that I could make for myself. I encourage, and IMPLORE you, isola radiale community, to take into consideration the true weight of what has transpired these past few months.

It is not an outcome that I would want ANY ONE OF US to have to go through, and my only hope and dearest wish would be that, in making these specific practices of malconduct more clear, that you, and the moderators, can work together to create a new system.

One that will better service your own safety, and even the safety of the moderators, so that ALL parties can be held accountable, be listened to, and be given a true, fair, trial.

[prieldi]

To all of the people I was interacting with, I’m sorry but I will no longer be able to continue our threads here. The mods of Isola have decided to ban me without warning because of a rule on my blog that states I don’t want to interact with bullies.

TL;DR: I have been banned from the group over a false assumption the mods made about me. When I explained there was a misunderstanding, they ignored me and decided instead to double down on their verdict.

To be specific, the rule that I was banned for simply states that I have no desire to interact with people who harass others in fandom due to different opinions on fictional content. In fandom, such people are commonly referred to as “antis.” The label originates from the idea of a person being “anti-[character/ship name/series/etc.],” meaning they don’t like something. What they don’t like can be just about anything and I’d like to clarify that it’s perfectly normal for people to be anti-[insert thing] in a simple matter of preference; there are plenty of things I don’t enjoy, after all. But in fandom spaces, extreme “antis” have been known to harass those who enjoy whatever it is they don’t like.

I don’t like conflict and drama and even though I naturally have things I dislike, I don’t believe in seeking out others who think differently than I do to attack them for it. The rule I have in place exists in order to avoid seeing that sort of drama.

The mods took issue with this rule and I received abrupt notice that I had been banned from the group. They assumed that me being against bullies/”antis” meant that I liked/supported inappropriate and/or “morally repulsive content.”

This is NOT true and is purely an INCORRECT ASSUMPTION the mods made about me. This assumption likely stems from the fact that “antis” and other fandom bullies sometimes go after people who do enjoy such content. The mods then assumed I am that type of person.

However, that is NOT TRUE. When I say I want to avoid “antis” I am specifically referring to their bullying and harassment behavior. Me saying I don’t want to interact with people who harass others in fandom... MEANS EXACTLY THAT. It doesn’t mean anything more than that. I don’t like drama, I don’t want to see conflict. I don’t believe people should be jumping to attack others when peacefully blocking is an option. That is ALL that it means.

I clarified to the mods that all that rule meant is that I don’t want to interact with bullies and nothing more.

Their response was to double down and refuse to discuss it with me any further.

I had a very good friend attempt to confront the mods about this unjust decision on my behalf, and she received a similar response: that they’re not going to lift the ban, and that the issue is, to quote the mods, “not up for debate or discussion.”

I have been banned from the group over a misunderstanding where the mods assumed something incorrect about me, and when I pointed out that they were wrong, they doubled down and said that it doesn’t change anything.

When I asked for them to provide actual evidence of my wrongdoing, to show me proof to back up their incorrect assumption (knowing it didn’t exist, since it was wasn’t true), they stopped replying to me.

What does this all mean? It means that you can be innocent of any actual wrongdoing and it doesn’t matter to the mods. They will not listen to explanations. Proof doesn’t matter. If they decide you’re guilty on a whim, you are.

For further detail, @scberlight has written up a case file that covers this entire issue in more depth.

I’m sorry to all of the people I was writing with. I enjoyed our threads and it’s unfortunate that things have to be cut short because of this severe punishment over a gross misinterpretation. Thank you for your time, and I appreciated the interactions I had during my stay here.

[prieldi]

the adorable spider-man

[prieldi]

theunluckiestduck​:

Donald scan the guys dumb found expression, and the way he mouths a little ‘what’ in response to Donald talking. It dawns on him that, not only did the kid definitely did not have ducks like him back in his world, he was having some trouble understanding him. 

He can’t help but chuckle a little when he finally takes Donald’s hand and shakes it. Peter, huh? He takes a moment to clear his throat, taking care to enunciate his words, hopefully enough that Peter could understand him clearer. 

[Well, Peter! What brings you out here?] He notices him standing with a few of the flowers. All he can think to do is give him a puzzled expression. He points to them, gestures tended to help him communicate better. 

[You lookin for these?] The crocus flowers were something he was curious about himself, for not other reason than they were new. But he mostly wanted to know what they were doing to him that was so weird.

Oh. Right. Peter’s gaze flits to the flowers he’s standing in and then back up to the duck-person, Donald. He seems to snap out of his stunned staring with a blink. Meeting an actual, living, real duck-person had... distracted him, to say the least, and the original reason he’d ventured out here at all had completely slipped his mind for a moment there.

The strange flowers that have sprouted up everywhere are not exactly difficult to find, and Peter is standing in the middle of one patch out of many. Although he’s been informed of the ill effects of the flowers, it certainly hasn’t stopped him from getting close, apparently. He’s just curious – and so he expresses as much.

❝ Th– uh, yeah. Yeah. ❞ He stops, swallows. His expression grows just the slightest bit strained, a little sheepish. His words come out in an awkward, rambling sort of rush. ❝ I-I wanted to... know how they work, y’know? Like – I mean, is it – is it like some sort of chemical component? ‘Cause there’s gotta be something, right? ❞ A quick shrug. ❝ Or, like, I dunno, magic? What if it’s magic? ❞ That last part is spoken with the sort of naive curiosity of someone who knows absolutely nothing about the workings of magic... but who’d undoubtedly be pretty stoked if it did turn out to be magic.

[prieldi]

heclingmuzik​:

It’s too awkward and she isn’t sure if it’s because of Peter. The way he looks at her. She feels like she’s being seen right through. She wants to tell him to stop looking. To say something because the silence is killing her.

Luckily, she doesn’t need to say anything because he finally answers her.

But he can’t even finish his sentence. He starts, gestures in the direction he came from and she even looks, wondering if he’s trying to say he’s exploring or trying to get away from people because of the flowers blooming. Secrets and all, you know? But he doesn’t even say that. He just says ’looking’ Looking at what? There wasn’t much to look at in Yesteryear. Just ruins of old abandoned buildings that had vines and plant-life growing on them.

THEN his question. It causes her heart to feel some kind of pain. You ever act like you’re okay and someone asks ‘are you okay?’ and you feel like you want to cry?

That is currently Ismael. She tries so hard to hold back the tears, but god, it’s hot behind her eyes.

“Y-Ye–No…” she finally says, being honest. It WASN’T supposed to come out, but even if she were to say 'yeah i’m gooch’ the flowers would betray her.

“These flowers—They kind of hurt.” And that was true. They hurt when they sprouted right out of her skin. Her head was killing her. “It hurts a lot.” And aggressively, she’s wiping at her watery eyes.

There’s always something uncomfortable about watching someone that you know cry, and as Ismael’s forced act casualness quickly shatters, Peter’s face falls; for a second, he simply watches her as she wipes her tears, his expression dejectedly doe-eyed. Though the flowers compel people to speak their innermost thoughts, in the immediate moment following her answer his mind is completely blank. He doesn’t really know what to say, how to make her feel better.

❝ Oh. ❞ A single word. It’s quiet, gentle, concerned. He works his jaw. Spider-Man might have experience comforting strangers, giving encouraging words, but Peter Parker lacks that sort of smooth confidence and charisma. That doesn’t mean he’s not going to try, of course. The wide-eyed look on his face is nothing but naked, open sympathy. ❝ Look, um... ❞ he starts, and edges closer. ❝ It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me. Alright? ❞

Although Peter’s trip to Yesteryear is indeed primarily driven by nothing but simple curiosity – he really did just come to ‘look’ – the fact that the place is relatively isolated has not escaped his notice. Peter’s understanding of the flowers is thus: they urge people to tell the truth, to spill secrets... to other people. Yesteryear being so empty likely means any real dangers of the flowers are significantly mitigated... or so he’d thought, but yet Ismael seems to be suffering the effects all the same.

Why is this affecting you? is probably not the greatest thing to ask someone who’s clearly in distress, but the flowers pull his genuine curiosity out of him anyway, so he ends up adding on an awkward, ❝ I thought – I thought the flowers... didn’t do anything if there weren’t – other people. ❞

[prieldi]

[prieldi]

heclingmuzik​:

Whenever she was feeling blue, this was one of the place she’d go to hide. Yesteryear was the first place she disappeared into when everything happened to her. It was the first place where she decided that this was the perfect place to be if you wanted to be hidden. Though, at the time she had been founded so easily by Nero. 

Ismael pushes herself against a wall and comes to slide down into a sitting position. Knees close to her face and her forehead resting upon them. She sniffles, arms wrapped around to cover herself. DAMN. These flowers are the death of her. She’s in so much pain and the smell of flowers are so strong. She removes a hand from around her and wipes her eyes and nose. with the back of her hand. 

And then…

 She hears the sound of footsteps against debris. It’s then when she lifts her head and wipes at her eyes, cheeks and with her sleeve her nose. She’s not sure who is also out here other than the robots and animals, but she knows there’s a possibility that it can be Byleth, maybe even Zero, or anyone else. She won’t let them see her this way. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand there goes a lotus flower blossoming right at the nape of her neck. Wonderful. 

Stumbling out, she places a hand on one of the abandoned buildings and emerges from where she stayed hidden. 

It’s Peter. 

There’s an awkward silence on her end and she clears her throat, “Heeeey. Uh….hehe, you lost?” She teases him.

It’s very clear right away that something is off.

He eyes Ismael a little warily. He’s not wary of her, but of the feeling of unease that seems to settle over them as they eye each other across the clearing. There’s something in the air besides the ever-present flower pollen – some sort of invisible tension that seems uncharacteristic of his typical interactions with Ismael. Even her question, teasing as it is, has an undercurrent of strain for a reason he doesn’t know.

She looks... not great, somehow. Not because she has some sort of obvious wound or extremely noticeable ailment – there’s just something in her face, in her posture, in the lingering silence that quickly grows awkward.

She almost looks as though she’s been crying recently. Reddened eyes are not so quick to disappear.

Peter’s answer to her question is a bit delayed; he is already somewhat awkward as it is, but something about the atmosphere is doubly awkward now, and the discomfort she carries – although she does an admirable attempt at hiding it – appears to be contagious, as Peter reciprocates it without necessarily intending to. ❝ Nah, I was just – ❞ he starts, and makes a vague gesture indicating the direction from which he’d come. ❝ Just, y’know. Looking. I, uh... ❞ He trails off, teeth pressing upon his lip as though letting whatever he wants to say next rest upon his tongue for a moment before he can verbalize it.

His concern is a tentative, almost shy sort of thing. ❝ Hey... you okay? ❞

[prieldi]

baddestdangerboy​:

Slaps him on the back again, then pats it. As if it’s really that comforting. He can see the mounting stress on Peter’s face, for sure. 

“It’ll be weird for awhile…but it won’t be for long. You’ll get used to it. Just try not to take it too seriously?”

The apparent possibility of people killing him for being curious enough to ask about how death works in this place doesn’t sound like something to be taken lightly, but he doesn’t bother to protest this point. Instead, he just dips his head in something that vaguely resembles a tentative nod.

❝ ...Sure, ❞ he says, something slightly strained and uncomfortable in the set of his mouth. He doesn’t sound particularly convinced.

[prieldi]

theunluckiestduck​:

A new addition to Donald’s routine had been to wander around the different sights of this strange land. Though he feels like he’s gone through his tourist phase, it still felt like he had a lot to figure out about Spirale, especially if he was here for who knows how long.

It seems the rules changed nearly every day, especially with the appearance of the flowers. He had only a few encounters with them, but every time he was around them strange thoughts crept into his mind. Things that he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about, and when he tried he had a horrible pain in his stomach.

One thing that had become commonplace for him was when he ran into humans. Some of them didn’t ever question what he was, but then there were others who evidently did not have ducks like him back in their worlds. 

On this occasion, he was lost in his thoughts when someone bumped into him. Frankly, he didn’t see the fellah there either. The collision quickly brought him back to reality. He was about to apologize after collecting his bearings, but then he noticed the double… triple looks the human was giving him. 

He found his facial expressions quite curious, in a funny way. Like when you show a child something that completely blows their mind. Donald himself just tilted his head confused but with tired understanding eyes. He waits till after he speaks to respond.

[Um… I mean I’m a duck?] He says. [I’m guessing wherever you’re from doesn’t have ducks that look like me. It’s okay, I’m used to it.] He shrugs calmly. It was mildly amusing how common this type of occurrence was for him. He holds out a hand to shake towards the fellah. [My name’s Donald. Nice to meet ya.]

Just a duck? Not some kind of alien? Peter stares, mouth open in an obvious display of shock and fascination. At least where he’s from, ducks look like... well, like ducks. Like an animal. They’re much less... human-looking, and he still can’t quite shake the bizarre feeling that he’s essentially talking to what looks like a living mascot. There’s just something distinctly uncanny about it all.

Considering the wide variety of people who’ve been kidnapped, stolen away from who-knows-where and left here, it’s not implausible to think that perhaps somewhere out there duck-people exist. But it’s still... strange to actually see.

Something about the way the duck enunciates, however, makes it noticeably difficult to understand what he’s saying – and the lull that follows his words lingers a couple extra beats longer than it otherwise might’ve as Peter squints a little, parsing through what he’d said. Something about the shape of Peter’s open mouth makes it look like a “What?” is at the tip of his tongue, but he doesn’t actually say it aloud.

He stares down at the hand extended to him for a second, wide-eyed and still reeling, before he presses his lips together into a thin line and takes it in his own. Considering this is a humanoid duck, it’s what would’ve been a regular duck’s wing. Peter’s returning grip is gentle, and something about it is just the slightest bit too tense. ❝ ...Peter, ❞ he says, finally. His own introduction is delayed. It’s in part due to having to try to understand Donald’s speech, but also likely due to some sort of innate awkwardness – almost as if, for a split second, he’d forgotten to introduce himself in turn. ❝ Yeah. Uh. Nice to meet you. ❞

At this point, the flowers he’d been wading through have been practically forgotten.

[prieldi]

serpentsbreath​:

    Fifteen’s not usually up during daylight hours, but he doesn’t have the luxury of being exclusive to the night, when it came to accessing places keeping more regular hours for their availability.      To minimize the headache of it, any morning runs he needed to make anywhere were kept as lean ventures; it meant no curious wandering, no off-path errands that were not already planned.

     In fact, he’s entirely planning on minding his own business when he notices some oblivious youth kneel down to inspect the flowers. The movement sends Fifteen into alert, striding over to him at a hurried pace.

“Hey,” he says, making sure his voice is sharp through the surgical mask, “Hey!”

    The NULL reaches out to Peter’s shoulder, pulling up with one-handed strength in attempt to get the other to rise and turn to face him. He moves to press a couple of objects against the other’s chest, a firm and annoyed gesture of aid: a spare face mask, and a set of blue nitrile gloves that match the ones he’s wearing.

“Put these on, now.” He clicks his tongue. “Don’t get close to the flowers. Where the hell’s your sense of danger?”

    Fifteen’s typical dress code of formalwear is broken for this mundane occasion; he’s wearing a rather nondescript overcoat, layers of clothing underneath to keep him warm—and covered. It’s comfortable, and hilariously unstylish.

At first, Peter doesn’t even realize the shout is directed at him – after all, looking at flowers is hardly the sort of thing that typically results in a sharp, urgent tone like that. Still, though he is incredibly engrossed in his examination of the abundance of flora that seems to have mysteriously sprung up overnight, he tears his gaze away to glance behind him, curious – right before a hand claps down upon his shoulder, pulling him a little lopsidedly to his feet.

❝ Huh? ❞ he says, ever the source of intelligent responses. Clearly startled, his shoulders are tense and he leans back and away a bit even as his grip closes reflexively around the items shoved into his arms. He makes no immediate move to put them on, however. For a moment Peter simply blinks back at the stranger, then down to the face mask and the gloves he’s been abruptly handed, dazed and more than a little thrown off by the sudden urgency.

❝ My se– wha? ❞ he says, awkward, squinting a little as he tries to make sense of... whatever this guy is talking about. Danger, he’d said. But these are just flowers... is Peter supposed to be wary of the flowers for some reason? ❝ What’s – what d’you mean? ❞ he asks. ❝ Is it – is it, like – is it poisonous? ❞

That would be... not great, but it’s not like he ate the flowers – perhaps he’ll get a rash where he’d poked it with his finger, but surely that can be mitigated by simply washing his hands...

[prieldi]

baddestdangerboy​:

“Look, I’m just saying there a freaks here who won’t ask twice. They relish it….you’ve met people like that probably, right? But these take it to the extreme.”

He isn’t sure what all Peter has seen, but. Best he knows.

After another moment, Badou slaps him hard on the back, laughing.

“But don’t worry, dude! You’ll be alright.”

While Peter is not unfamiliar with the existence of people who are hungry for violence, the concept of don’t ask about how the whole not-really-permanently-dying thing works here because people will take it as an opportunity to kill you is still a bit of a strange one; perhaps in a place where death isn’t permanent, people are quicker to resort to that sort of thing?

He lets out an uncomfortable-sounding chuckle. ❝ ...Yeah, ❞ he says finally, and presses his lips together into a line. It’s not really a ‘yes’ answer to anything the other has said specifically – if anything, it’s more like a halfhearted, uncertain acknowledgement for the purpose of filling what would otherwise be awkward silence.

He’s still curious, of course – who wouldn’t be? – but this seems to have thrown him off enough to stall the flow of questions.

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fellstcr​:

⚔️ //  byleth  was  no  marianne  ,  with  her  gift  for  understanding  the  beck  and  call  of  any  animal  she  faced.  nor  was  she  particular  knowledgeable  about  rabbits.  her  companions  had  always  been  marvelous  ,  gentle-eyed  STEEDS.  quite  different  ,  truly.

       …  but  that  did  not  mean  that  the  professor  was  too  wary  to  TRY.  slowly  ,  she  lowered  herself  further  down  ,  until  she  was  balanced  on  her  knees.  then  ,  she   took  the  hem  of  her  skirt  and  drew  it  over  her  lap.  it  wasn’t  the  best  blanket  in  the   world   ,   no  ,  but  perhaps  the  little  one  would  find  it  better  than  braving  the  autumn  chill.

         “i  know  you  can’t  understand  me,”  she  said  ,  and  splayed   her  hands  palms  up  across  the  ground  between  them,  “but  i  won’t  harm  you  ,  sir  bunny.  i  only  want  to  ensure  you  are  not  terribly  hurt.”

Though Peter still had to look up at her – something that was unlikely to change unless she were to lay flat upon the concrete – her kneeling position made it easier to see her face; he no longer had to tip his head all the way back. She’d been much shorter than him, before. The fact that she was now on her knees and yet she still towered over him was yet another bizarre aspect of his unfortunate situation.

There was a small part of him that couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit thrown off by the fact that he’d been addressed as sir. While being... a rabbit. It was an oddly formal way to talk to what she likely thought was just a wild animal on the side of the road.

I know you can’t understand me, she said – and, ah, that was the part he needed to correct her on. The question was how? Perhaps for starters, he could... answer her question?

He wasn’t hurt. Looking down at her open hands and then back up to her face, he shook his head – in what hopefully looked like a clear no.

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Perhaps it shouldn't really have been all that surprising to find that mist flooding the city streets made them significantly harder to navigate, but this revelation didn't really hit Peter until he was well and truly lost for precisely that reason. There was a difference, after all, between knowing the mist would obstruct his vision and between experiencing it firsthand and dealing with the rather unfavorable outcome.

The thing was, Peter had been in the city for many months and he had spent a rather significant chunk of time exploring – he had little else to do, after all. While of course he wasn't familiar with everything, he knew the area surrounding the location he was housed in well enough. And that was where he'd started... but he must've gotten turned around at some point. Very, very turned around.

There was something innately creepy about stumbling upon a bloodied hook while fog swirled at his ankles, and for a beat he just stood there, staring. Unease trickled down his spine like ice water; it almost felt like he'd unexpectedly wandered into a horror movie.

But apparently he wasn't alone. Startling visibly at the sound of a voice, Peter spun to face its source – and upon spotting the speaker a little ways away, he let out an awkward half-chuckle, plastering a tentative smile upon his face in some attempt at politeness. ❝ ...Oh. Hey. ❞ The greeting was punctuated by a quick inhale and exhale within the same second. The tension didn't leave his posture; his shoulders were tight. ❝ Yeah, I – uh. Sorry, where – where is this...? ❞

he was trying to remember that one bit he'd read ages back by mark twain - something about good humor being tragedy given a little time to age. danny was certain he'd misremembered it somehow, but that seemed of little importance as he ventured further into the thicker mist that had always loomed on the peripherals of the island. he was probably more excited about this than he should have been, but when that roiling mist had settled over the island proper, he'd known that he wouldn't be able to keep his nose out of it.

to others, it would seem like a journalist's instinct, but to him, it was an override of that primal human urge to cower when faced with the unknown. this place had been too quiet lately for his tastes.

when he took another step, the scenery changed, gloom encroaching on him from all sides. the mist was overtaken by fog - but that eclipse remained overhead, a preternatural landmark and sign that he had not, in fact, returned to the realm of the entity. a hook loomed above him some feet away, the rust and dried blood still evident even in the pale light. he would have smiled at the sudden reminder of some of the better times he had had there, but it appeared that he was no longer alone in this strange little remnant of what had once been.

'hello? anyone else there? this is gettin' a little weird, even for me.' his tone remained jovial, even as he planned for the worst eventualities. his line of work made you endlessly suspicious of others.

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fellstcr​:

⚔️ //  “…so  the  flow  of  time  has crossed  our  paths  once more.”  probably  a  rather  odd  thing  to  say  ,  when  the  words  had  come  after  byleth  had  just  torn  through  the  stem  of  a  large  and  imposing  plant  that  had  sprung  up  from  the  ground  in  a  rush  of  thorny  vines  and  spiked  leaves.  where  it  once  had  snapped  its  pointed  maw  and  dripped  liquid  poison  ,  it  now  lay  lifeless  on  the  ground  ,  acidic  green  steam  rising  where  the  remnants  touched  anything  organic. 

            ahead  of  them  was  an  expansive  jungle  ,  filled  with  fauna  that  rustled  in  the  depths  ,  and  flora  that  rose  high  above  their  heads.  oversized  palm  fronds  the  size  of  an  entire  person  ,  and  bright  flora  that  ,  much  like  this  carnivorous  plant  ,  likely    posed  more  of  a  threat  than  your  average  meadow  daisy. 

         byleth  turned  to  peter  and  tilted  her  head.   “and  it  is  fortuitous  that  it  did.  have  you  lost  your  traveling  companion  ,  peter?  …  or  did  you  venture  into  these  hidden  realms  alone?”

@prieldi​​ / — down you go

How had he not noticed the horrifying plant with piranha-like teeth that had apparently been looming just behind him? The loud crash as it fell to the ground, lifeless, startled Peter from his examination of the brick-like surface before him, worn and so overgrown with greenery that he hadn’t yet discovered where it began nor where it ended. But whatever it was paled in comparison to the creature that had just been cut down, and for a moment he did nothing but stare at it, eyes wide in shock – and fascination.

He took a step back; its tongue lolled out of its mouth and drool(?) was pooling upon the ground, bubbling in a vaguely ominous manner that still did nothing to dissuade Peter from crouching down, curious. With one hand, he reached out to poke at it – not at the bubbling saliva, but the... head(?) of the creature.

❝ Woahhh... ❞ he breathed. He barely even registered what she said – something that was easily apparent in the brief but noticeable delay before his attention shifted to her. ❝ ...What? ❞ He blinked. Then, before she had time to reiterate anything, he continued, ❝ Oh, yeah, I, uhh – I didn’t – come with anyone, I was just... ❞ A shrug. ❝ Looking. Y’know, interested. ❞

There was a quick inhale and exhale, visible in the exaggerated shrug-like rise and fall of his shoulders. ❝ ...So, plants can have teeth? A-and, and – a tongue? Like, is that – ❞ The closest thing he could think to compare it to would be a Venus flytrap, but this was... well, it didn’t really feel like it was in the same league. ❝ That’s a thing? So do plants – eat people? Like, are – are plant-eating people real?? ❞

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House 110 → House 107

Well, that’s weird. All of his stuff apparently moved, too. Even the Spider-Man suit is hidden in the same location in the new house.

...He doesn’t know what to think about that.

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PETER PARKER — the amazing spider-man (2012)