#//didnt know who to make it for so just kept it neutral

[ohumokay]

I'm rewatching Buffy the series (S3E2) and I hate everyone but Buffy in this episode

Long ass Buffy rant under cut 😗✌🏾

No Joyce, Buffy can't just tell a few people she's the slayer for superhero benefits. She fights monsters nightly, she travels to different realms, she gets prophecies of her death. SHE HAD DIED. SHE JUST KILLED HER (low-key pedophilic) BOYFRIEND. SHES NOT A SUPERHERO, SHES TRAUMATIZED.

Yes Willow, we know you've been thru some things and you're experiencing new things (witchcraft, werewolf boyfriends, slaying vampires) that you want to share with you bestie, but again, SHES BEEN THRU A LOT TOO. Plus, both you and Joyce wanna act like nothing happened bcuz you want to "go back to normal", but nothing was ever normal

So, when y'all throw a whole ass rave AT HER HOUSE, WITHOUT her knowledge, RIGHT AFTER she got home and she feels like a burden and she's expressed feeling avoided, y'all can't get mad when she gets overwhelmed and feels abandoned and reverts to her old trauma response of running away; when she tries to communicate (which y'all seem to lack the capability) that she feels like no one really wants her back and everyone seems to be fine without her, YALL HAVE NO RIGHT TO CHOOSE THAT MOMENT TO SNAP

THE ONLY ONE WITH THE RIGHT TO SNAP IN THAT MOMENT IS BUFFY, AND THE FACT THAT SHE WAS REALLY FUCKING PATIENT AND REALLY FUCKING NICE TO YALL INCONSIDERATE ASSHOLES SHOWS SHE'S THE ONE ACTUALLY TRYING.

YALL. ARE. FUCKING. NOT

[phagodyke]

in a hilarious turn of events my flatmate didn't even know I use any pronouns....

[strangeshoepatrolbandit]

Brotherly Love P.t 2 J.T

Jason Todd x Al-Ghul/Wayne reader(platonic)

Brotherly Love Masterlist <- right here

Gender Neutral

Summary: Time at your father's has broken apart your relationship with your brother, but what about your adopted brother?

Warnings: insecurity, mentions Scarecrow and his toxin, mentions of murder.

~☆~

You were sitting down in the library, reading one of your favorite books, and sipping the tea you had made just a few minutes beforehand. The ache of being alone had finally disappeared weeks ago, you don't even know if Damian has left the Batcave, you wonder if he too missed how things were before you came here.

A sound of footsteps alerted you before the large library doors opened, it was that man that you had seen talking to Alfred, the guy with the familiar eyes. You watched as he closed the door behind himself, his eyes caught your own as he glanced at you with no readable expression. You kept eyeing him as he passed the couch you were sitting on and headed straight for the bookshelves, he reached a hand up before grabbing onto a worn out book.

He turned around and started heading towards the couch opposite of you, you quickly looked away, staring down at your own book as an attempt to look busy.

As he sits down and opens his book you look up again, trying to figure out why he looks so familiar, and notice the book he has is green, and the spine is falling apart, the title has worn away probably from how old the book was.

"Y'know it's rude to stare." The mysterious man across from you commented, snapping you out of your daze making you look back up at his face that was now facing you.

"Who are you?" You questioned, still confused about what looks so familiar about him, the man across from you chuckles, and his face breaks out into a smile confusing you even more.

"Straight to the point huh?" He he chuckled out again, "well I could ask you the same, you came here with that brat didnt you?". You wanted to snap back, defend your brother from this random man that seemingly knew him.

"Yeah...I did" you mumbled out looking back down at your very own book. The change in attitude seemingly left the man a little lost, and not knowing what to do, he shifted a bit and gripped his book a little tighter. His lips pursed and his eyes darted to things around him as he sat in the awkward aura that had taken over the enormous room, his eyes once again looked at you as he thought about what to say to lighten the mood back up.

"My names Jason." He introduced finally answering the question you asked him, his eyes softened and the corners of his lips slightly rose when you looked back at him.

"(Y/N)." You responded, your brain was scouring for anything that could pinpoint why you think you know him, but sadly, no knowledge of 'Jason' had come up.

"Yeah, you're the old man's kid." He stated, somehow knowing you, just like he knew Damian, seriously who was this guy? He must have sensed your confusion because he answered your question immediately.

"Bruce took me in when I was a kid, and I have some history with Talia."......was this guy in your head or something what is going on?

"The library was my favorite place when I first moved in." Jason spoke, talking to himself as he looked back down at the book in his hands.

"Mine too." You mumbled....

~☆~

The two of you sat there until Jason had gotten about halfway through his book, he had then run down to the Batcave and you hadn't seen him since, when you asked Alfred he told you that Jason had come by to talk and to borrow something from Bruce. Later that night after dinner you ran to catch up with Bruce before he got to the Batcave, hoping to get answers to some questions.

"Bruce!" You called out, not really on the term 'father' yet like Damian is. Bruce stopped walking and turned to look at you, waiting for you to catch up to him.

"What is it, Y/N?" He questioned once you finally reached his side, after putting out his arm for you to hold on to he started walking again.

"Is Jason another one of your adoptees?" You questioned, your head turned up to look at Bruce who was looking back down at you with his eyebrows raised.

"Well yes he is, my second....why?" He answered, curious as to why you would bring up Jason.

"Well he came by today." Your statement took the older man by surprise, Bruce hadn't even known Jason had been at the Manor, after their most recent fight that caused Bruce to explode and say some things he didn't mean Jason had cut off his communication with the rest of the family. Surely this visit meant that he's ready to speak again, hope filled Bruce, maybe Jason would forgive him so that he can have his son back again.

~☆~

Before you knew it you and Bruce reached the Batcave, and he looked down at you yet again, eyes holding nothing but love, offering a small smile he hesitantly let go of you. As you turned around to leave, Bruce had stopped you to ask

"Do you know what he came for?". You shifted your body to face the taller man yet again, this time his eyes were holding a look of sadness, begging you to say that he came for his father.

...

"He came to get something from you, then he sat in the library and read with me." You answered, before staring your journey back to the kitchen to help Alfred with dishes.

~☆~

Bruce finally had time away from Wayne enterprises, and Dick was going to be in town for the next week because of a case, seeing an opportunity, Alfred had put together a dinner and invited Tim and Dick. Which lead you to where you are now, sitting next to Dick and Tim, Dick was talking to Damian whilst Tim was talking to Bruce about business at Wayne enterprises.

Conversations were cut short when Alfred had come out with all of the food, everyone had collected what they wanted and started completely new conversations with other people at the table, except for you, you just sat there staring at the food you were eating.

A knock at the door caused everyone to stop their conversations yet again, curiosity got the best of everyone as they turned to look at the entryway of the dining room once two voices were heard.

...

"Master Jason is here." Alfred announced, as he walked into the dining room, and just like he said Jason was there right behind him. The scarred man had taken a seat across from you, where a plate was already sat waiting for him to fill up, you and Damian had gone back to eating, unbothered by the awkward aura surrounding the other men at the table.

Dick was the first to speak, mumbling a "Hey Jason" served with a half smile, The man across from you just glanced up at him and muttered out a "Dick." in acknowledgement, after that the rest of the men around the table started eating again, continuing their conversations from earlier, leaving you to sit there and silently eat your food.

A foot nudging your leg from under the table got your attention, your head shot up to look at Jason who was staring at you with his eyebrows knit together, his face showed a look that silently asked 'are you okay', offering him back a slight nod you went back to eating.

~☆~

Bruce had cleared his throat therefore making everyone at the table look at him, he set down his utensils and brought his hands together to sit under his chin, before looking at you and Damian.

"I spoke to Talia, and we both think it's best if I enroll the two of you into school." He revealed, as if he was just a normal single father, and he looked at each of your faces to catch your expressions.

"We are far to intelligent for schooling with a buch on simpletons." Damian exclaimed, seemingly annoyed that Bruce would even think about putting him in a room of regular kids.

"I know that Damian, but we just think it will do the both of you good." Bruce sighed trying to get Damian on board with the idea.

"But-" Damian started before you interrupted him, "Mother is not coming back anytime soon, is she?" You questioned, school would only mean that you and Damian would be staying here longer than anticipated.

"No Y/N, she's not" the older man muttered out, and went back to his food as an attempt to end the conversation at that.

(Trust me I know Talia talking to Bruce and being like "yeah put our kids in school whilst I hunt Deathstroke" is a little weird but I have a vision.)

~☆~

After dinner Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian had all retreated to the batcave, and Jason had just up and disappeared. Alfred had already came and picked up all of the plates from the table you were still sitting at, your head was hung as you stared at your hands in your lap.

Everyone had willingly left you, they had all got up and left you, that wasn't fair. Why does Damian get all of their attention, why is Damian more liked than you, is it because he has proven himself worthy since he is Robin, is it just because he is more bearable to be around? Talia may have not been the best mother but oh how you wish she was here for you right now, maybe she would understand how you feel, maybe she would spend time with you, even if it was just training. Bruce had been okay at first but as time went on and Damian proved himself worthy Bruce had become distant, spending more time with Damian-

"Hey-."

Your body snapped up and your instincts kicked in as you were pulled out of your thoughts, the hand that was just placed on your shoulder was now behind the back of the body you had bent over the table.

"Jesus, calm down!" The person yelled, as you looked down at the body you identified as Jason, letting go of his hands you backed away from the table, Jason straightened his back as he turned to look at you, slowly he brung both of his hands up to hover around his head in a way to show that he means no harm.

"Calm down will ya." He whispered out, gesturing to your rapid breathing, he slowly brung down one of his hands and reached it out towards you only for you to move away from him yet again.

"I'm fine." You muttered out, looking down at your feet, and trying to steady your breathing. Jason lowered his arms back to his sides and waited for your breathing to regulate before speaking again.

When your breathing finally went back to normal you looked up at Jason who was just staring at you, a smile broke out on his face and you could see that he was trying to hide a laugh. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to guess what he wanted to laugh at, the look you gave him only caused his laughter to finally break out. Once Jason's laughter died down he moved towards you and raised an arm to put around your shoulders.

"Come on." Was all he said as he pushed you out of the dining room.

~☆~

Your enture body was stiff as Jason lead you around the Manor, his arm still residing around your shoulders. The two of you walked down the long hallways, no conversation being made, just admiring the art along the walls. There were various paintings hanging, some sporting random people you've never seen, others looked like younger variations of Bruce, Dick, Jason, and Tim. You wondered if Bruce would sit you and Damian down to get yourselves painted, Ra's himself had had a couple commissioned of the two of you, but never hung them.

Jason guided you down another hallway, you could feel the warmth from his skin seeping in through your clothes, his arm was heavy, a resuring weight, a reminder that he was still there right beside you. He brought a feeling that you had never felt, maybe it was the fact that you have never been held except by Damian, who's embrace lacked comfort and love, maybe because he himself never experienced that.

You could smell the cologne that he sprayed before visiting, that traditional man smell was on him but the more you focused you could tell that he smelled like Tobacco, Gunpowder, leather, and something earthy, hints of something sweet hit your nose as you continued to breathe, like he had been in a bakery.

~☆~

Jason and You had come to a halt in front of a pair of doors, doors that you're highly familiar with, doors to the library to be in fact. Jason took his arms off of your shoulders to push open one of the doors open, gesturing for you to go first and himself after. Jason walked past you, seemingly heading for the couches in the middle of the room but he soon passed them too, ending up in front of one of the many bookshelves, the very one he stood in front of when the pair of you read in here the other day. Speaking of the other day Jason was now grasping the same exact book that he had the other day, old, green, and missing its title. Jason scoured through the book, seemingly reminiscing, you watched as Jason straightened his back, closing the book and looking directly infront of himself, before looking back at the book one last time. Jason turned around face you, his legs moving towards you, book still in hand, his eyes kept moving from the book and the floor.

"Here, I noticed what you were reading the other day." He stated holding the book out to you with a smile on his face, trying to hint that you would like this book as well.

"What is it?" You questioned, curious as to what the book in fact was, before taking it in your hands and tracing along the cracked spine. One of Jason's arms went to rub the back of his neck, and his eyebrows knit together as if trying to find the answer to your question.

"To be honest, I don't know, book was here way before me." The man infront of you confessed, Jason let out a chuckle before heading towards the door again, opening it and gesturing for you to step out.

"Where are we going?" You questioned him again, first he led you all the way to the library without telling you where you'd be going, now he's trying to get you to go somewhere else.

"The cave." Was all he muttered.

~☆~

Everyone was already in their suits, crowding around the office chair infront of the computer's, you and Jason stood behind all of the boys with curious looks on your faces.

"What is it this time." Jason asked breaking the silence that hung around the room, Damian turned to look at him, if looks could kill, Jason Todd would be a dead man again.

"Homicide." Bruce answered first, never once taking his eyes off the screen. From the looks of it, he was looking at the filed police report.

"Wow, surprise, it's Gotham." You remarked, Jason turned to look at you with a hidden smile on his face, your own face mirroring his after you made eye contact. Damian turned to look at you, offering the same look he gave to jason seconds before. Dick stood up straight and rested his elbow on your head. Quickly, he looked down at you, then Jason, then back to you.

"Not all of the murders in Gotham stem from Scarecrows gas." Dick informed."The infected committed the crime this time." He finished, Jason moved from beside you, heading for the entry from the batcave and back to the Manor, you pulled Dicks arm off of your head and went to follow Jason back up.

Once back up Jason headed straight towards the front door, and fled down the front steps of the Manor.

"Jason, wait!" You called out to him as he hopped onto a motorcycle.

"What?" He asked, putting on a helmet.

"Where are you going?" You questioned him

"work." Was all he said before revving up his motorcycle and speeding off.

...

You stared down at the book in your hands, tracing the faults on the cover with your fingers, honestly in a family of vigilantes you should've known that he's one too.....

~☆~

....

I got so much support on p.t 1 of this and that makes me so happy, I hope you enjoyed this part as well. I don't know when it will be uploaded, but I am going to write another part. <33

(Pt.3 is out now)

Taglist: @sanjanapm @unofficial-jaytodd-wife

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@godknows-shetried

@wendds

@celestair

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[ppnuggiex]

　　　　　　DORMLEADERS x gn reader

　　　　『　riddle ,, leona ,, azul ,, kalim ,, vil ,, idia ,, malleus ,, gender neutral reader    』

　　-> painting their nails to match their dorms ,, matching nails

　　— fluff ,, sfw

　　— just an idea that came to me :D feel free to request !! theyre open !! there are some slight movie references 🫵

- riddle

| • he was a bit reluctant at first to you painting his nails but agreed in the end

| • white black and red is the color scheme

| • on one hand ,, you have the card signs ;; diamond ,, spade ,, heart ,, club ,, and on the pinky is a 'j' for joker

| • on the other hand you have the different things from a familiar movie ,, a white rabbit ,, a crown ,, a cat ,, a little playing card ,, and a white heart on the pinky

| • riddle is quite amazed with your skills ,, enjoying the little ornaments and decorations painted on his nails

| • lord have mercy if someone saw yalls matching nails

| • cater would beam at them ,, and trey would find them cute

| • ace and deuce ,, however ,, have different reactions ,, but they dont really want to be collared so they happen to keep their mouths shut around riddle

| • but around you ,, theyre blabbing about it left and right ,, mainly ace but sometimes deuce chips in a bit

| • in the end ,, riddle enjoys matching with you in a sort of way

- azul

| • another thats reluctant to agree ,, after all he does have an image to uphold and who knows how the tweels will react if they notice

| • but he also gives in ,, noting the happy look on your face when he does

| • your color scheme is a lavender ,, dark grey and an off white color

| • on one hand ,, you paint little marine creatures ;; an octopus ,, an eel ,, a lobster ,, a random blue and yellow striped fish ,, and a tentacle on the pinky nail

| • the other hand consists of little items that happen to be associated with octavinelle ;; azul's contracts ,, jade's mushrooms ,, floyd's basketball (azul wasnt too happy abt it but he didnt say much)

| • though on the last two nails you added the mostro lounge logo and on the pinky you painted it lavender and added grey stripes

| • azul's quite glad he happens to have gloves because the last thing he needs is the tweels noticing the little things on his nails

| • but they notice anyways ,, and maybe you let it slip that you and azul are matching

| • lord have mercy for this man

- leona

| • he dont care ,, just huffs and tells you to do whatever if it makes you happy

| • he pretends to stay asleep during it ,, but he does like the feeling of your hands holding onto his ,, and maybe the thought of matching with you

| • he wont care for who sees it ,, if it makes you happy he'll happily comply with you

| • the scheme is a beige color ,, bright yellow orange ,, and a dark grey

| • on one hand you paint ;; a lion ,, a bone ,, a hyena (leona fusses abt it) ,, a wolf (he also fussed abt that) ,, and a star on the pinky

| • the other hand you kept simple and plain ,, adding a star on every other nail and stripes on the others

| • if anyone mentions your matching nails in a bad manner ,, he'll get on their case immediately ,, telling them to mind their own business

| • he'll gladly match nails with you again in the future though ,, he'll still fuss abt it but he enjoys it

- kalim

| • he happily agrees ! he wants to match nails ! hes so excited for it he can barely sit still as is

| • jamil at first offers to do it for you both but you deny him

| • your color scheme is red ,, black ,, and a gold color

| • on one hand you paint :: a desert ,, a snake ,, an elephant ,, kalim's flying carpet ,, and a black heart on the pinky

| • on the other hand you paint every other nail red and the rest black with gold stripes

| • he adores them ! hes so happy to match with you ,, adoring all the different drawings on them ,, in love with the color scheme

| • if anyone asks about them he'll gladly talk their ears off about how you did them and how they look so cool

- idia

| • you happened to ask him during a game ,, and he got surprised ,, stuttering at first before slowly agreeing to it

| • the color scheme is blue ,, and off white ,, and black

| • on one hand you paint :: cerebus ,, blue fire ,, pain and panic from a certain movie (hercules) ,, and a black heart on the pinky

| • on the other hand you paint every other nail blue and black ,, and add white flames with blue accents to the ones that are black ,, and white stripes to the black nails

| • he likes the nails ,, especially seeing cerebus on them ,, and the idea of matching

| • if ortho finds out his hair will be tinted pink as he tries to distract his brother from the fact that yall are matching nails

| • he loves it though ,, sometimes running his thumb over them and looking over the little designs

- vil

| • refuses ,, flat out refuses ,, he's not too confident in youe nail painting abilities and he doesnt bother to figure out whether theyre good or not

| • but after a bit of begging he'll sigh and give in ,, telling you not to mess up

| • your color scheme is white ,, a prussian blue ,, purple ,, bright red and black to match vils dorm outfit and the dorm itself

| • on one hand you paint :: a rose ,, a poison covered apple ,, an  arrow ,, a potion and a red heart on the pinky

| • so far vil is a bit intrigued at your abilities and lets you continue ,, giving another warning not to mess up

| • on the other hand you paint ever other hand red and the other blue ,, putting black stripes over the blue nails and on the red nails you paint white poison drips with a bit of purple tint

| • he likes them ,, theyre alright ,, not the best hes had but hes touched by the fact you both are matching

| • he offers to teach you how to paint nails better though ,, saying you could use it but nonetheless he's impressed at your abilities

| • when hes alone he gets all giddy about it but shhh ,, dont tell

- malleus

| • hes over the moon ,, you want to match nails with him ?? you want to paint his nails ?? oh ,, love for you ! love for you for a thousand years !! hes so happy ,, even his little fangs are showing when smiles widely at you

| • your color scheme is green ,, black ,, and an off white

| • on one hand you paint :: a dragon's head ,, a thorned flower ,, a bat (to resemble lilia) ,, a lightning bolt (for sebek) ,, and a sword (for silver)

| • on the other hand you paint every other nail green and the rest black ,, putting black stripes over the green nails and white stripes on the black nails ,, though on the pinky you put a black heart

| • hes so touched ,, seeing the little symbols ,, adoring the dragon head you put so much detail into

| • he wont show anyone unless they point them out

| • and of course ,, sebek does ,, astonished that his master has his nails painted

| • lilia is quick to join in with it ,, before he catches the little bat on one nail and decides to leave it be ,, smiling to himself

[strawberryjampire]

heres the thing. i dont actually hate stanford pines. hes not my favorite, i dont hate him, im fairly neutral on him. i even enjoy him sometimes. my hatered of him is vastly overperformed, largely due to how many people seem to treat him like hes never done wrong. ford fans (love you guys, this is just my singular greivance) not infrequently talk about ford as though he hasnt done bad things. this is a man who let his brother get disowned and kicked out onto the streets, who didnt talk to him for 10 years despite his ability to at any time. this is a man who called stan up after ten years to send him away (and i don't even really blame him for this considering he hadn't slept in days). he did mind control for the government. he endangers dipper and mabel (infinity sided die in a cheap plastic case with his regular dice while playing d&d&md with dipper, giving mabel a crossbow, taking dipper to a spaceship where he didnt know if all of the aliens were dead (which is still a dangerout trip anyway), giving the twins a mind control device to use unsupervised,).

(obviously, i dont think stan has done nothing wrong either. he is s thief, a con artist, a criminal, he uses a false identity, he commits tax fraud, llamacide, he taught a bear to drive, he didnt tell ford what happened when the machine broke, he had dipper and mabel make fake money, ect. but he didnt deserve to be homeless. maybe i was just a closeted teenager who kept emergency clothes and blankets in my car trunk because i was so afraid i would be disowned if my parents found out im trans, and growing up with that fear certainly affects which stan i latched on to, but basically no 17 year old deserves to be homeless (and no, i dont think he is at fault for the portal incident either, that shit just fucking happened by fate or some nonsense. theres no way).

ford isnt faultless. (no, i dont blame him for getting manipulated by bill. i do blame him for being mad at stanley for reactivating the portal when he had been screaming at stanley to help him, which means stan quite literally was doing what ford said, especially considering by the tine he read the warnings in the journal about the portal it had been 30 years of his life working on this. and i blame both of them for not talking about their feelings as teenagers, but it was unfortunately the 60s).

neither of them are faultless, their lives are a comedy of errors, they hurt me to think about, im high while im typing this, i love this show im so normal about it, ford fumbled the bag (fiddleford) so bad man, ect ect

[pompadourpink]

hi mom! i'm starting uni in september, i'm moving to a new city so i need to start shopping and all, but also my parents didnt really give me advice and im the eldest so im kinda lost, do you have any advice?? XX

Hello darling,

The ABC:

Uni is scary because your free-will goes from 8 to 90 in two months and freedom is intoxicating. Making up for lost chances can lead to bad choices (spending, dating, partying).

If your family failed to parent you, it is now your job. Autonomy is essential. Learn to cook, budget, clean, be clean, save, be a good citizen, make scary phone calls, keep yourself safe, prioritise.

No one will force you to get up and study, or hire you at 21 when competing with a bright 18 year old. Effort will not betray you (being a grown lazy gifted child will).

Have shared hobbies, from movie Sundays with a girlfriend to knitting with your sister. A social life is a happy life.

Trust your body, it knows. Stomach cramps mean we hate him, daydreaming means try, yawning means bed, not coffee.

The home:

Make a cleaning schedule, be open-minded and reasonable, do not do or say anything your landlord wouldn't like (I fully recommend having roommates once for exposure therapy).

If you have a neighbour your age, introduce yourself. Having that phone number will one day mean not having to sleep outside or getting a package stolen. Thank them with food.

Start documenting problems right away (photos, timestamps, screenshots, testimonies) as you may need to take action later. No emotions, you're just "worried about everyone's wellbeing".

Mould, vermine and leaks are enemies. Act yesterday.

Avoid big purchases. You don't know what the future (location, size, taste) looks like. Go secondhand, neutral, practical.

Avoid silly purchases: streaming, takeout, drinks, fast fashion. You will not regret having a downpayment saved in ten years.

If you ever need to do emergency laundry, put a bin or a bucket in the shower, add water and detergent (+ soda crystal for stains or whitening), wait an hour, rinse, wring, hang.

The shopping:

My grandmother has kept her house clean with a broom, bucket, squeegee broom wrapped in a floorcloth and Marseille soap since the 60s. When something doesn't work, look back.

Must-haves: cleaning (see #1 + cloths, soda, lemons, white vinegar, steel wool), hygiene (scraper, net, shower head filtre, first aid), night (good pillow, plugs, mask) supplies, freezer if possible, water filtre, reusable period protection, winter clothes, long chargers, sunscreen, friend living at home who will lend you tools.

Must-not-haves: anything trendy, collections (even books), a pet - don't let Felix keep you back, sleep over and study in Paris!

Have an emergency kit (+ whatever you need) + a smaller version in the car/at the office (with cash).

Fresh fruit, starches, a few types of frozen vegetables, of cans of legumes, of fresh, canned and frozen protein, a treat, something fun once in a while to experiment + a (bi-)monthly outing.

A couple of formal outfits. Large black dress pants, white shirt, dark grey thin jumper, pencil skirt, blazer, large coat, trench coat, loafers, heels, tall boots. Never slouchy or skin tight, plain.

Craigslist, Facebook marketplace, thrift stores. Spend a few hours making a perfect home board on Pinterest instead of listening to TikTok and taking what Ikea gives you.

The social life:

Make one or two real friends and cherish them forever. Support each other, travel, buy a house together, idk.

Don't be afraid to be/do things alone. You shouldn't be afraid of what your head says when it's not distracted.

Don't miss out on huge opportunities for people. Some are around out of necessity and will ghost you after graduation.

Do not try to impress, especially people you don't like and who don't like you. Do not do or say anything cops wouldn't like. Be a homebody who doesn't drink if that's what you want.

Do not try to educate those who will not learn.

Do not befriend someone who lacks confidence as they will make you pay for their jealousy, nor someone who wants a free therapist. Those relationships will be one-sided.

Befriend a couple of older girls. They will see through the lies of the people (men, classmates, employers) trying to fool you.

The love life:

The thirty-two year old man doesn't find you mature, he finds you inexperienced and malleable. Don't try meth thinking you're special enough to not get addicted.

If a date mocks you and you get mad, either that is who he is or he hates you. If you got mad, he is not for you. Your job is not to pretend you don't care so he can have a girlfriend.

Ask yourself if you would tell your best friend, mother, Taylor Swift, that he (hers) didn't mean it like that. If not, take a break from dating and think about why you think you don't deserve respect.

Don't forgive what you don't want to tolerate.

Don't try to force a relationship with someone who made it clear that he is, for whatever reason, not interested. You will be played like a fiddle until he meets someone he wants.

Don't try communicating with someone who is messing with you on purpose. No one ignores you for three days or sleeps with your friend or breaks your favourite necklace after an argument by accident. Also, your husband would never.

The daily life:

Have a clean e-mail address (firstname.lastname) for official biz and a casual one (f.lastna) for everything else, a solid password (Lanadelrey1984#) - change it yearly - and a list of the usernames and passwords you didn't pick.

If you don't trust your parents, block them off your account or open a new one when you turn 18 before they rob you.

Save a year worth of expenses, don't purchase what you couldn't buy twice now, don't replace what still works, give yourself week-long thinking periods before spending.

Get folders for your paperwork and keep them safe + take pictures for an encrypted Drive (beware of iCloud): diplomas, flat, car, big purchases, work, taxes, health, etc.

Print pics and make albums. One day, the app will die.

Mind your health. Exercise weekly (cardio/strength, ex: runs + weighted Pilates), walk, get more water, sleep, and fibre, take vitamin D, mind your eyes/ears/skin/teeth, stretch, leave.

Only invest energy, money, or time into what is worth it. FaceTime before the date. Get secondhand leather boots instead of replacing plastic. Drop the book after 100 bad pages.

Refuse conversations with people whose lives you wouldn't want, who happily overwork for a mediocre wage and don't know how old their children are. The handcuffs are homemade.

The job:

People will not forget how you made them feel and the world is a small place. Colleagues, clients, bosses will gossip: make sure it is for good reason. Dress and look clean, stand straight, be on time, never ever gossip, even when you were wronged.

Understand the power of sobriety. Be known for the success of your last project, not your bright skirts or temper.

Protect future you so you get the promotion/project/raise. No friends, no enemies. Smile, have neutral answers, make them talk, move on, make your IG private, google your name.

Lie. You don't avoid them, you eat lunch with your nana (hi Paula, no, I forgot about the hairdresser's), weren't unemployed, your father was ill, cannot go out, you have a birthday party.

Act boring with the jealous old woman or the obnoxious man. Take the fake compliment for a real one, don't understand the innuendo, have too much work to chat. Bullies get bored.

Instead of clapping back (see #3), be Cinderella, who ignores the insults and turns to Mr. No nonsense, who has been there twenty years, worryingly asking if Ethel is okay, I don't know what to do (no mention of ego, you're just distraught about her).

Sites to look up: Proton (mail, VPN, drive), Notion.

Love,

Mum

(PS - apologies if the she/he thing doesn't match you, this is a flexible plan for all of my children)

[grapesrsogood]

Xanthus vs period cramps

Find masterlist here

I know its supposed to be gender neutral but i just needed this okay

I couldnt find one so im gonna wright one as best i can

Might feature Dontis (i dont plan what i write. ಠ_ಠ )

Anyways ^o^ as always (one time before) reader is referred to a Love, this time with she/her pronouns and she gets really bad cramps

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Xanthus groans again as he sits on the sofa beside Dontis. The pain in his abdomen had been appearing inconsistently throughout the day and Love had stayed hold up in their shared room for the past two days, not even letting him in to feed or for comfort.

“Whats got you in such a mess today hm?” The incubus raises an eyebrow, to Xanthus’s displeasure.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he pauses a moment, slightly shocked at the venom in his own voice.

“Are you alright? Did something happen?” Dontis pushes, becoming more genuin and concerned for his friend.

“I- im not sure. It could be because i haven’t seen Love much recently but i didnt think it’d have this much of an effect on me,” the waver in his voice holds uncertainty and he huffs in frustration.

“Well, like we know, if one of you is in pain then the other is too, could it be that she isn’t feeling too well? Maybe a stomach bug?” Dontis offers, as he rests his chin on his palm.

“I suppose so but im sure she’d tell me if-,” they both pause for a moment, hearing faint noises from down the hallway, “do you hear that?” Xanthus ask, quietly.

“Yes, it sounds like faint mumbling, or maybe groans?” Dontis mumbles back, in a hushed tone as to keep listening out for the sound.

“I cant take this anymore, im going to see them whether they like it or not,” Xanthus stands and starts making his way towards their room. Dontis doesn’t question him as he sits back and goes back to his business.

Knocking could be heard on the door of their room and she grumbles annoyedly, questioning who was interrupting her ‘try to find a position that doesn’t feel like you’re being stabbed’ time.

Xanthus peeks his head around the door and looks around the room, the smell of metallic blood hitting his nose faintly and he wonders how he don’t notice it sooner. He was by Loves side in an instant, looking over her curled up figure in search of injuries.

“Are you hurt love? Whats wrong, i can feel your pain,” he blurts out, reaching a hand out to hold her face lightly.

She sighs and finally gives up on trying to hide it, “im fine… im just on my period is all…”.

The words hit him like a train. How could he be so stupid. Of course she was on her period! It all made sense, the pains and the avoidance. How could he not have noticed sooner.

He moved quickly, talking just as fast, “do you need anything? Another blanket? A hot water bottle? Food? A dring? Medication?” Worry seeped through his voice as he placed a hand against her forehead.

“Im fine Xan, i promise,” she manages to say, as Xanthus pulls a water bottle out of his suitcase he kept half full in the corner of the room. He put on a dim light and pulled out a fresh blanket from a drawer.

“Xanthus, ive done this before, i can handle it-“ she tried to sit up to speak to him but he placed a hand on her shoulder, setting down the water and pulling the scrunched blanket off of her and laying down the fresh, fluffy blanket.

“You need rest and comfort and thats what im here for, now make some room, Love,” he says softly as he slips under the covers, reaching for her and pulling her into him.

She instinctively wraps her limbs around him and lays her head on his chest. It didnt take long for her cramps to die down, sleep slowly creeping in as she yawns.

“Thank you Xan, love you,” she says, through a sleepy haze.

“Its quite alright my love, now sleep,” he kisses the top of her head and she slowly drifts off as he lays there, silently content in holding her as she lightly snores beside him.

And just for a moment, everything was perfect.

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Its so late and im so tired because i can only write well when its past midnight T^T

I hope you enjoyed reading as much as i enjoyed writing this, i tried my best to really capture the feeling of Xanthus as a person, prepared, caring (towards love and only love :3) and straight forward whilst also adding in some bond + period theories with the mood-swings and cramps because itd be funny to see a 450 year old vampire lose his shit over dropping a plate (ˉεˉ)

Anyways, if u have requests, drop them in the comments and i’ll see u next time baiiii :D

[greenflamedwriter]

Your Shidi

Imagine if Shen Yuan transmigrated a little later as Luo Binghes Shidi two years before Luo Binghe was fated to falling into the abyss and thought if he befriended Luo Binghe MAYBE he might live?

Shen Yuan transmigrates too late.

 He found himself digging holes at Cang Qiong for the entrance exam.

 He didn't know what he’d do if he ended up in Qing Jing Peak, was Binghe here yet? Was he in the abyss?

What use was it to join the sect only to be burned with rest lf them when he didnt even know who Luo Binghe even was?

 This sucked!

Then to too it all kff Shen Qingqiu decided to pick him!

 Shen Yuan had no idea how take the villain so he kept his fave neutral and bland as kf he was bored.

Any expression this scumbag will have an issue with and use it as an excuse to punish him!

 He assumed he had no family so he said he was an orphan and he had no one.

 He poured the tea correctly, and waited for the man to pour it on him or stab him with a tea cup.

 “Good enough, go with Ming Fan. He give you your robes and manual.”

 Shen Yuan was immediately worried he would be sabotaged but after getting to know the disciples and being treated well he realised maybe it was only Luo Binghe who was targeted.

 Even so, if he wanted to survive he had to be a good enough cultivator to leave the mountain and be a rogue cultivator!

 But then he saw him, when Shen Yuan was doing his own chores of chtting wood he froze when he saw an older bly walk past him.

 The bly gazed at him his eyes narrowed.

“Is something wrong, Shidi?”

That was Luo Binghe. Luo Binghe who was older almost the same age when he-

Shen Yuan closed his gaping mouth-

“Ah apologies Shixiong! This one didnt mean to stare!”

He was doomed, there was no way he could be friends with Luo Binghe- it was too late and he doubted he would make an impact.

Luo Binghe didnt smile, only looked down on Shen Yuan, he wondered if this was when he started realising the injustice of his situation.

“Would Shidi like some help chtting wood?” 

Shen Yuan stiffened- make the protagonist do his chores! Did he look like a masochist!?

“No way!” He yelled and the other looked stunned almost offended and Shen Yuan backtracked-

“These are my chores- if this one can’t do this then how can I proudly call myself a cultivator! I ah-“ Shen Yuan bowed “Thanking Shixiong for offering!” 

 Luo Binghe said nothing.

Shen Yuan looked back up then shifted “Uh- but um, if Shixiong doesn’t mind he could stay and talk while I work, I can do blth- unless your busy then you need nkt waste your time with this shidi!”

Luo Binghe only hummed as he leaned near a tree crossing his arms.

“This one doesn’t mind the company, plus someone has to watch you in case you get hurt.”

Shen Yuan stared, but no one was there when Luo Binghe got hurt.

 “Hmm what is it?”

Sonething must have shown on his face, Shen Yuan couldn’t help but smile.

 “You’re so kind. 

Shen Yuan had no idea that this was how it was going to go.

 Shen Qingqiu was rotting in a dungeon, Yue Qingyuan died.

 But the reason why only Qing Jing Peak was destroyed and the mountain was spared was because of him.

 Him! Shen Yuan!

Sure it could be worse but just imagine what he could’ve done if he transmigrated sooner!

 But Cang Qiing didnt appreciate the sentiment, Luo Bknghe was even kind enough to spare the library so they coukd rebuild and start over-

But none of the peak lords wanted Shen Yuan, or the peak. They decided to keep it as the eleven peaks instead and take it as a lesson from Shen Qingqiu a name they will forever curse.

 A cursed generation kf failed peak lords,

And so Shen Yuan took all of teh disciples under Shen Qingqiu then later Ming Fan now Shen Yuan.

 Ning Yingying shoukd have taken over as next in line but she was in the palace with Luo Binghe.

And she wasn’t welconed either.

And tge good news kept coming as most of the disciples returned home.

After all their families were rich and payed good money for their children to succed in life having them part if a disgraced peak was the opposite si they begged the mountain to take them into other peaks in their stead.

Qi Qingqi as the now acting Sect Leader allowed such a thing, she was only the actingbhead until the new head disciple was ready to take over Yue Qingyuans place.

So Shen Yuan was supposed to trail sadly with his entourage down the town and be mocked and jeered as they tried to find a place to stay with the money Cang Qiong graciously allowed them.

 Shen Yuan scowled as if- no way was he going to just accept defeat like this!

He was going to thrive shre cultivation may be outlawed soon the four great sects have no idea what was coming.

 But y’know what Shen Yuan didn’t need cultivation! Knowledge is power!

 If they can harvest remedies from flowers and thanks to his knowledge of pidw knows what is a healing tonic and a dangerous poison, knowing what demonic beast will be great for ones constition they’ll survive.

 And when Shen Yuan strode past the village with purpose, the disciples, carrying the library of Qing Jing on their backs began to have hope.

 Of course when they saw the shack they realised that maybe Qing Jing peak truly waa cursed.

 “This will be our new home!” Shen Yuan clapped looking proud, as he turned to the group, eyes crinkled with a secret.

 “Now we have plenty kf work to do to make it habitable- so lets split into groups and give each other jobs,” he went to the hallmasters that stayed.

 “You will take this and buy what we need, furniture wood, Xao Mei will give you list.”

The hallmasters scowled “Why are we doing grunt work?”

Shen Yuan paused then turned back “As off right now we are a disgraced peak, we are vunerable and what meager belongings we have someone will pick. You are string enoygh to defend yourself and these supplies are improtant if we plan to live here for the foreseeable future. Not to mention people would cheat the children and make them pay more, our hallmasters wknt fall for such tricks or prey to a simple mugging.”

They grit their teeth but nodded as the went fkr their task,

Meanwhile Shen Yuan and the rest of the disciples began to test the small house removing wood or deighning something as strong enough to stay.

Shen Yuan knew they were vunerable, to be attacked so soon into the night.

Hehad already laced the entire perimeter with booby traps and pollen to take out a horse!

 He cackled madly into the noght, scaring the men in the woods as Shen Yuan took care of them with only a few swipes of his sword.

 The rest lf the men ran away screaming about demons and Shen Yuan laughed even more madly- their faces! Fucking priceless!

 And of course he knew the hallmasters were old though some didnt look it, but he knew they would also scheme and grow restless.

 It was simple work to use an array on the few scrolls they had, he knew the hallmasters held gold in their hands and wouldn’t think twice to steal secrets from the former Qing Jing Peak and use that to bargain to gain entry into their rival sects.

 So it was a matter of time one grew bold.

 It was during the night when the silence was pierced with screams,

Shen Yuan arrived and saw the eldest on the floor of the shared room with the other masters, thrashing as his hands were removed and nothing but bloody stumps, and on his forehead and skin began to form black marks like tattoos labelling him as a thief.

Shen Yuan gazed down at him.

 “Ah so you planned on stealing Qing Jing Peaks scrolls and run away to a new sect leaving us even more vulnerable than what we are?”

Shen Yuan stepped on the others chest, “this venerable one will allow you to live with the shamet that you would steal from your own people when we are truly in shch a desperate situation the whole world will see you for the thief and coward that you are.”

The man eyes were brimming with tears and hatred.

Hands no longer bleeding as the cultivation kept him from dying for something as sognificant as that.

 Shen Yuan crouched down, his own eyes devoid and blank.

“This Master should kill you and be done with it, but our reputation is already sullied enough wkthout others perceiving us as no better than Shen Qingqiu. So I’m going to let you go, and another thing…” Shen Yuan leaned closer tilting his head, “If you simpky asked to leave and take whatever you like from the library as your due payment for years of loyality to Qing Jing Peak this master would gladly let you go and even aided you. But you decided to spit on the kindness that we have bestowed afterall, you like having a room, yes?” Here Shen Yuan glanced at the others. Because they were older and had been part of the peak for years even before Shen Qingqiu, Shen Yuan thought it was fair that they had were goven the room with beds. While he and the disciples slept on the floor. After all it was better to respect the seniors.

 The man was whimpering now.

 “Now you don’t have this luxary.” He looked at the others “Do you have any complaints?”

The others were shaken up and pale, they would probably flee by morning calling Shen Yuan the devil.

 He sniffed and grabbed the limbless man from the floor and kicked him out into the woods.

As the man turned, panting and sweating and his arms shaking still shocked at the lack of limbs blanched to see the entire shack and all jts occupants vanished.

 He circled the area for days, and tried to venture in further but couldn’t find it.

The former Qing Jing Peak had vanished.

“Hmm, Shen Qingqius name meant autumn…and mine is more towards spring, then we are a sect of Knowledge but not just any type street smarts- or others is just as good- agh it has to be a good name! Airplanes naming conventions were shit!”

Also the Hallmasters felt hope and more respect for the new master, they couldn’t see a future where they would survive with someone like Shen Yuan but now? Seeing how he handled their ex-hallmaster gave them some relief they needed someone cut throat and cunning but not someone who would aggravate any living person like Shen Qingqiu.

It made them feel more content to stay, all though their new Masters code of conduct to never strike a child even when they have done mistakes was strange. But after what Luo Binghe did, maybe he wanted to be more safe than sorry.

And labelling that hallmaster as a thief had shunned him completely, not one person thought their new master was in the wrong and even kicked and threw fruit at the man shaming him for trying to steal from helpless children!

Even so he knew he was asking for too uch that Luo Binghe would ignore them and pretend they didn’t exist, already he was demanding the other sects to join him and both Tian ti and Zhao Hua had already deviated.

So when his oldest, almost could say she was technically his head disciple, Ling Wei announced an entourage and that their holy emperor was at their door!?

Shen Yuan almost expired.

When he finally moved with haste and saw Luo Binghe and his entourage he gulped.

He was going to handle this with dignity and grace, there was no point in Binghe sparing them just to kill them now. Luo Binghe never believed in wasteful deaths, unless he had a very good reason or that person pissed him off.

 Of course Ning Yingying had to break the tense silence before Shen Yuan could even bow to the new Emperor of the three realms!

“A-yuan!” It was like a gunshot, and she ran forward wrapping him up into her hold, Shen Yuan stiffened.

A wife of Binghe’s was hugging him! He was doomed- DOOMED!

“Yingying, let him breathe.” And it somehow became much more worse, as Luo Binghe approached as Ning Yingying finally eased back, Luo Binghe grabbed him and Shen Yuans eyes snapped shut- this was it! 

He was dead!

 Luo Binghe embraced him, and spoke in his ear “This Lord is pleased to see Shidi doing well.”

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And so Luo Binghe decides to treat Shen Yuan kindly, while his Shidi is unaware and sweating bullets. At one point Shen Yuan shows him everything he has and says Binghe can take all of his finances, clothes journels from Qing Jing as tax repayments anything Junshang desires!

Meanwhile Binghe is like what? Meanwhile kinda laughing at how much his Shidi is trying to pay way too much taxes, and Binghe tells him that with how much he has observed of this little sect [and the pitiful shack that it is] how much revenue Shen Yuan has he deduced that he only has to pay so much.

Luo Binghe ends up taking a single coin. Much to Shen Yuans shock, and he thought he would leave it at that until Luo Binghe changes his mind, and as Shen Yuan is not only buidling the sect he is gaining a reputation with his kindness, but is still shrewd and seen as a cold beauty and sharp cunning, people say he's what people wished Shen Qingqiu should be.

No one is surprised-except for Shen Yuan- when Luo Binghe decides make an ultimatum either join his sect or perish, and when the sects begin to apply for seats as his council members, Shen Yuan is shocked that he was offered one too! Ning Yingying is ecstatic.

But Shen Yuan is terrified if he rejects the seat would Binghe be offended so he HAS to take it, but once he's working at the palace he will be forced to rely on his instincts and cunning to survive that vipers nest not ONLY does he have to use the PIDW to survive the plots as an only male character near the protagonist Luo Binghe he is straight up cannon fodder set up to die!

Not knowing that Luo Binghe is trying to court/marry him he takes each invitation as a a death sentence!

[butchered-icarian]

hi pardon if this seems ignorant but o want to know why do you think hoziers statement is bad didnt he call to end all violence on both sides given that civilians have died on both ends and he did side with palestine for most of the statement is not his take the most balanced and nuanced given the situation ?

Hi!

I don't mind at all, given that it was a very obfuscated blocks of texts that at first hand, hard to decipher clearly. To be fair, I'm not even native-English, I had to read it a few times to make sure I grasp it right, but still it was a very disappointing move. Especially given his very vocal and straightforward background of being an Irish activist who writes political songs as statements.

I guess we can waiver the period of 10 days of silence given that the man's schedule is busy? It is up to you to decide.

Of course in this statement of his he's calling for peace upon "both sides", which is the most neutral of statement you can say without risking anything.

He should know better. His activism in 2021 knew better.

And there's this line: "an honest broker of peace between Israel and Palestine" which peace? The government of Ireland has no hesitation calling out the act of genocide, so why is this particular choice of words?

Here's what he wrote in Swan Upon Leda:

These can't be the same words from the same man.

I genuinely do not want to play the benefits of the doubt card just because he's been my fave artist for the last 10 years, but either if this was written by his own hands or something PR approved that involved the meddling of his media team --- it is regardless a stupid move and the disappointment is palpable.

I can't lie. I'd wave my hands had he kept his silence, but should he chose to speak up, I expected more. I expected better.

[p8567899754nhu]

@plumsaffron @alexkh2108 Like people claiming that Tobirama hates Uchiha and wanted to destroy them. Then when he became hokage, how did Uchiha clan still alive even after his rulling? If he hates Uchiha, why does he have an Uchiha in his team with Hiruzen, Danzo and another dude? If he hates Uchiha, why does he saying that they understand love more than everybody else?

tobirama did hate the uchiha was and extremely was prejudiced against them, so much so that finding sasuke with ooruchimaru he immediately assumes sasuke must be with oruchimaaru because he is an Uchiha-mind you at this point he doesnt know anything about sasuke(and sasuke isnt the only one keeping ooruchimaru comapany we have jugo and suigetsu too) so if tobirama isnt racist than what was this initial treatment of sasuke who is still a kid at this point ? and then on further learning about the conflict between sasuke and konoha he threatens him and makes chakra displays and perhaps an attempt to kill him although to ooruchimaru who had previously summoned him and made him fight against hiruzen and attempted to destroy konoha he has but potrayed slight annoyance. despite him knowing that ooruchimaru is the one who summoned him at tthe firstt place. his intial treatment of sasuke tells us alot about how he views the uchiha

he knows nothing about sasuke at this point mind you

"it very much like an uchiha to keep such company" i mean you have to be absolutely retarded to not see it.

especially when a neutral shinobi like ooruchimaru-he had no business supporting the uchiha or konoha btw - calls tobirama out on his discriminatory policies

"If he hates Uchiha, why does he saying that they understand love more than everybody else?"

lol when does he say uchiha understand love, he says uchihas love more and that too he's just dogwhistling shit he has no concrete evidence of this shit which he probably gathered experimenting on the uchihas during warring states era perhaps (explains his shallow knowledge of sharigan and edo tensei creation- a jutsu so evil that it strips the user of her free will to act even while dead- a justsu so immoral that it requires a living sacrifice ) not only this,

even he explicitly states he is not sure about his sharingan bs

he ALSO dogwhistles hashirama on "rumours" about the uchiha and says shit so vile that madara realizes his clan is not safe with that wanker ...

i mean later he also them a clan possessed by evil, and cursed clan but idk the mention of "love" is enough to send tears down a tobirama wanker's eye

he didnt want to destory them ?

yes why would he want to destroy them till they were cooperating and being good servants i mean one can always send 11 year uchihas to war to die for konoha and keep useing them till they are resourceful-once they stop being subservient servants - they are dead (i mean konoha still used them after death by taking their eyes )in no other than tobiramas chosen council made of wankers who definately inherited some of his bigotry otherwise

he didnt directly kill them yes but, he could not only prophesize the genocide but also could predict that the coup would take place? Fascinating! He should've become a fortune teller in Hokage's stead. And Itachi committed a genocide (if it were lawful, it wouldn't have been kept under wraps, with Itachi being made the sole scapegoat). Also, Itachi's a model Uchiha in his view, an Uchiha who butchers men, women, and children in the name of the state? Oh, no, you see, he gave them jobs! In his view, "either you're with him or you're against him (how can anyone call this hard-right fascism, amiright?)". So he wanted to work with them, but he one) removed them from the political infrastructure and limited their power to stop a "fictional" Madara; two) he started the surveillance on them; and three) the only Uchiha that are model Uchiha in his view are either the ones that butcher every single Uchiha down to the last child or the ones that are totes cool with his segregationist policies. Heck, he's literally praising Kagami and Itachi. By praising the latter, he's fully endorsing the genocide.

And did he want to work with the Uchiha? 

i mean he convinces hashirama tto do a democracy so as to not elect madara uchiha as hokage (since we are able to see the village folk are intimidated by madara to some degree -the flower girl incident -and hashiramas golden retreiver personality was definately more popular) he btw ends democracy after he becomes the hokage as he directly elects hiruzen as the hokage not consulatations form anyone whatsoever so was this show of democracy only to prevent madara (an uchiha ) to stop becoming the hokage

"If he hates Uchiha, why does he have an Uchiha in his team"

well he didnt do any favour to anyone by keeping kagami in his team i mean he had kaagmi in his team- so what? does that erase the fact that he said racist shit to hashirama about the uchiha, to sasuke or that he played pretence of democracy just so an uchiha couldnt become the hokage or even the fact that he rounded up the uchiha and confined them to a select region (this was wayy ebfore the 9 tails btw) do you know that population movemnt is a war crime and almost always paves way to genocide? nah but tobirama isnt racist for ghettoisation because you see he used uchiha and love in the same sentence and also becuase an uchiha happened to be in his team , yes he appreciated kagami who happens to be an uchiha but he also praises itachi who happens to be uchiha does that make him uchiha -loving? he explicitly states that kagami was capable of rising above the clan i.e kagami abandoned the clan or perhaps like itachi was an uncle tom he doesn't make any rising up remarks for danzo, hiruzen, koharu and hamru and even his akimichi student

dastan go..

Tobirama's statements on the Curse of Hatred are absolutely laughable, middle-school-faux-philosophy rhetoric that only the people with very tiny intellectual capacities would ever buy. Were the Senju any different? No. Both Hashirama and Black Zetsu have talked of the Senju Clan's tendency to look for strife, blood-shed, and power. If both Uchiha are Senju are the same, how are Uchiha more blood-thirsty when this statement's directly contradicted by Hashirama and Black Zetsu? Why would Zetsu lie when he was playing both the clans? However, I'd say that the Senju were worse as they never wanted to change. They simply organized, multiplied, and intensified conflicts. That's all.

At first, Tobirama also considered his own words on Curse of Hatred to be nothing but "rumours". So he basically started "dog whistling" over no concrete evidence as his analysis has nothing to do with "curse". It's a genetic ability of the Uchiha to awaken the Sharingan in response to "heightened emotions". The heightened emotions are simply translated into a physical manifestation of c

t's repulsive how any individual can consider the most common reactions to grief as "curse of hatred" when, frankly, genocides, wars, and slaughters are so out there compared to a mere loss of a loved one that … I don't believe any normal, sensible, and decent individual would even venture such a statement.

Also, nothing in his own hypothesis points to anything even remotely along the "clinical" nature of hate, power, or blood thirst that he himself calls the "curse of hatred". He's presented literally squat to back up his hypothesis; and he was cutting up the Uchiha years ago, but he considered it to be "rumours" when the village was founded and then later "hardcore facts"? Based on what? What changed? Nothing is given from his side to validate it. It's ridiculous that Tobirama fanboys seem incapable of reading what Tobirama himself has to say on this. These three things can't be right at the same time: either "only the Uchiha clan has the curse of hatred" or "both Senju or Uchiha showed the same disposition for the curse as they both had engaged in same code of conduct, therefore, they both are affected by the curse of hatred" or "every person who experiences heightened emotions is affected by the curse of hatred". If one is right, two and three can't be right. If second is right, one and two aren't right. If the third is right, the first two are wrong. Tobirama's hypothesis being some kind of "hard fact" falls apart as soon as it's analysed in the light of the evidence given by other characters.

Furthermore, if the Uchiha were the only ones affected by the "curse of hatred" that's triggered by "heightened emotions", then why didn't they exhibit it when they were ghettoized? What about Tobirama himself? What would anyone call his tendency to not move on from past conflicts? A "unique curse that's not curse of hatred as that's reserved only for the Uchiha"? Again, if "heightened emotions" are the "curse of hatred", then the entire shinobi world suffers from it (as stated by Nagato and Jiraiya)? Nagato even acted on it, so he, too, has a "curse of hatred"? Gotcha, St. Patrick Tobirama! Perhaps Tobirama's fans are incapable of the most basic hypothesis as whatever he's said is not only infantile but also rooted in bigotry.

I forgot to add another minor argument: if Tobirama is right about the "Curse of Hatred" as he's a scientist, then why's Orochimaru wrong when his experience with the Sharingan and knowledge on Tobirama's own Jutsus far exceed anything Tobirama has ever done? We know for a fact that Izanagi's time was extended via Orochimaru's experimentation, and he's the one who created the whole arm for Danzo. We also know that he's the one who created the Shin clones, as well.

Then we have Sasuke's own disgust at Orochimaru's experimentation on the human bodies to learn the secrets of immortality (that's how he invented his Immortality Jutsu, you know). We also know that he's the only one to reverse the Reaper Seal.

This shows that Orochimaru's anthropological research on clans far exceeds Tobirama's, as well; otherwise, Tobirama would've left his research scrolls on the Uzumaki Fuinjutsu behind, but he didn't. Heck, Orochimaru was skilled enough to completely manipulate and close off Naruto's Kurama-seal with relative ease, too. He was using Tobirama's Edo Tensai so casually that Tobirama was taken aback by it. In fact, he perfected Tobirama's own Jutsu to the point that Tobirama himself couldn't overcome it.

So let me get this straight, Orochimaru who's got intimate knowledge of the Sharingan, genetics, and bodies to the point that he's even able to create artificial versions of Uchihas doesn't have anything to state on the Curse of Hatred, but Tobirama who only began to name the curse after the village was formed and has very little experience in Sharingan experimentation is right? Why? How and why do Tobirama's opinions outweigh Orochimaru's, a man who's managed to even create Sharingans? He's also calling Tobirama out on his policies. On a purely pragmatic level, Orochimaru doesn't care about the village or the Uchiha (beyond obtaining their bodies), so his opinion is the most objective out of everyone. Then why isn't more value placed on his opinion compared to Tobirama's despite the scientific knowledge of the Sharingan under his belt? Is there any scientist in the manga who backed up Tobirama's hypothesis? If the only other (and a far more capable) scientist, Orochimaru, is not only speaking out against Tobirama's hypothesis but also calling him out on it, shouldn't that raise a red flag as the only person to back Tobirama's theories is Tobirama himself? That itself should work against him, but Naruto fandom simply adores any scrap of material they can get their dirty little hands on, with which they can malign Sasuke. It's pretty cartoonish, if you ask me.

He also states that it's for the best if a group of people is butchered for the sake of the village. No one finds anything wrong with this brand of hard-right fascism? I don't understand. The Uchiha are evil for being dissidents, but Tobirama is righteous for inventing a policy in which even genocide is A-Okay for the preservation of status quo? Isn't this what every forward-thinking individual keeps whining against? Man, you guys are complete cartoons, aren't you?

I'd say this (a post I copied from somewhere, but I can't find the source) as it sums up my arguments fairly well: "People often argue characters like Itachi or Tobirama made difficult choices, but it's not true. They're small-minded, lazy in thinking, and they took the easy way out. Massacring people isn't difficult. What would've been difficult is navigating a myriad of social and moral issues like managing volatile historical inter-clan grudges, integration, pluralism, sharing of power, phasing out slavery and other inhumane practices, figuring out an economic model that doesn't rely on making kids killers and weapons, and at the same time trying not to antagonize all the traditionalists and interest parties. These things are really difficult, much more difficult than killing people. It'd actually require political talent and leadership."

Did Tobirama have these leadership qualities? If you say, "yes!", then you're being a deliberately obtuse, because we're all well-aware that that's not how you lead people in any socio-political and economic set-up, because that way lies disaster.

Then the Uchiha are often accused of war. The first world war began because of the combined issues that arose from the distribution of tailed-beasts to other nations, which Tobirama distributed on power-balances between the villages (his exact words), and the shinobi-system that Tobirama created was copied by all (again, exact words by Hashirama). Tobirama was attacked by Cloud, not Rock, Shinobi who ambushed and killed him. He also appointed Hiruzen, knowingly that Danzō had "forever been vying with Saru over one thing or another"? But Danzō didn't have the hater-gator Uchiha-curse, so Tobirama was cool with it.

Why would any sensible leader select such people as the village's torch-bearers when he knows that it'd cause political strife in the future? And it didn't? (Danzō paying Orochimaru to murder Sarutobi, anyone?) Who didn't see this coming? So to pin the whole thing on Madara's attack on Onoki and throw away everything else is simply bizarre to me. We don't know when this happened. We don't know why it happened. Madara also asked Onoki to bow before Konoha, and this is backed by the facts that Konoha 1) started an imperialistic and corrupt governmental system that everyone copied (Tobirama created the system), 2) they distributed all Bijū on the basis of power-balances between the villages (Tobirama outright states that despite the Kazekage's reservations about the whole thing; heck, the rest are already ready for war to crush wind—Madara was the cause!, my arse), and 3) the second world war was literally started by Konoha. In fact, Kumo tried to steal Kurama long before Madara ever tamed it, and that escalated things, as well.

What about the third shinobi war that was again started by Leaf as it'd lost its power? What about the fourth war that started 'cause of Konoha's state-sponsored terrorism that killed Yahiko? What does all this have anything to do with Uchiha? From the looks of it, every single world-war was either directly started by Konoha at the loss of power or indirectly through fascist practices. Madara or Uchiha had nothing to do with any of them.

Then we have the "Uchiha become vengeful, hateful terrorists" and "Tobirama was being cautious as the clan became vengeful terrorists . . . Lol, it's not racism" bits.

I like how the term "vengeful" is often used for people who fight back against the oppressors. It's kind of … curiously interesting. You know, leave it to the anus-sniffing gremlins to over-use the "terrorist" term as it's so en vogue among the terrorist white states' leaders and citizens these days.

I'll be blunt here: if you're willing to kill off a group down to the last child, you'd better expect the same treatment in return. Heck, it's justice, a term that means to "make things exact" in its original etymological usage. So the "Collective Punishment" Sasuke and Nagato had in store for Konoha was not only fair but also just.

Leaf started the second war and engaged in mass-slaughters and pillaging of resources to stabilize her own economy. This is outright stated by Nagato. Tsunade, who fought this war and murdered Nagato's people, doubled-down on her bullshit like a typical fascist cunt, but she's . . . cool, I guess? It's strange how the fandom absolutely adores nasty fascists but hate any character that stands against it. I wonder why? Nagato's death (brought about by a fascist's lemon-y "don't like, don't read!" Fan-Fiction; doesn't that just melt your heart? The tenderness of it all!) was the death of Ame's short-lived freedom.

She was on the front-line in the second war that Konoha started. She lied through her fucking teeth when she said that Nagato was lying and that the nations suffered tragedies. Man, fuck off, you smacked bag of twats! I suppose, she gets this laudable quality from her Uncle, Tobirama! How adorable. She's one of the "good" fascists, you know? A "war-criminal" feminist icon! She only sent in Jiraiya to further de-stabilize Rain when it was finally enjoying peace under Pain's rule after years of strife, despite Shadow Villages still trying to cause conflict there and make money; however, Tsunade was crying "women tears" (over Dan's precious one-of-a-kind penis), so it's all very sad and not terrorism at all! It's only the "hater-gator Uchiha-curse" suffering Uchiha that are terrorists.

Nagato's dialogue about his friends, family, and village isn't so different from Sasuke's (when he gave his impassioned speech before Kakashi and Sakura), now, is it? Heck, Sasuke's retribution is exactly like Nagato's, as well, who killed Hanzo, his family, and all associated with him, down to the last child. I wonder, why are people only pressed about Sasuke? It's almost as if it's self-inserting rearing its ugly head, something that I previously explained. (Uchiha hate is always about self-inserting and Sasuke-hate—always!)

They're exactly the same, aren't they? Victims lashing out at extensions (shinobi) of Terrorist States that have exploited, butchered, and pillaged them relentlessly to build their own economies and capitalistic war-machines. Obito told Kakashi and Naruto the whole thing; but their responses are gold! They range from endorsing genocide to outright whiny denial that why would Sasuke choose revenge and not serve the state that butchered his clan? And while I'm at it, can we all stop pretending that Kakashi is anything more than a fascist cunt-bag (Naruto isn't any better)? Thank you.

I mean, what about the other sorts of terrorism conducted by the states? (Haha, Raikage talked the big talk at the summit when he'd attacked Konoha several times and kidnapped Hinata and then wanted Neji's father's head! Yet the fandom still loves him, you see, because he "showed" Sasuke! Whoohoo!)

All of the Kages' confessions at the Kage Summit can be translated into the following: cross-border terrorism, murder of civilians to get funds from Daimyos (which is what started the Third Ninja War as Konoha and other villages were dry on funds), proxy wars, etc. None of this is terrorism? None of these are terrorists? No, you need to be suffering from the "hater-gator Uchiha-curse" to be a terrorist. Nice morality some of you have. It's as if all of you are . . . fucking ducks! Organized mass-scale state-sponsored terrorism? A-Ok. Victims lashing back at the system? Vengeful terrorists. Neat-o! (I've decided to forgo orphan exploitation and slavery they all practiced, too, aside of the slaughters, genocides, and pillaging on the side-lines

Furthermore, to bring the argument back to the Uchiha, the Clan had entered into a "treaty-based contract" with the village, a contract based on equality principles. If you don't uphold the contract, you don't get to decide what the treaty-makers choose afterwards. This is a dangerous "submit or die" mentality that the Fandom preaches to espouse.

(some of these points are not my original and ive taken them from various sources one of them happens to be Dustan go on fanfiction.net she has brilliant insights on this whole situation )

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

Gimme directors commentary for Two Liars Lying To Eachother please!

its been a while since ive thought about this fic in any capacity lksajdaskdfld lets see if it still holds up! directors commentary for chapter 1, i'll be doing the others separately later :D

Each of his hands was cuffed to one of the table's legs, somewhat restraining his motion. He hated it; he preferred being able to fidget.

autism edgar but this also isnt the sort of autism i tend to see him as having? idk the idea of edgar stimming is very weird to me

That was a somewhat good sign. He took another glance at the large, mirrored wall of the room, which he had no illusions was reflective on the other side. The only question was whether anyone was in the viewing room to catch his knowing glances.

theres an XKCD about how fun it is to occasionally announce "i know you're listening" to an empty room, because if you're wrong nobody will ever know and if you're right it will freak the HELL out of them. thats basically what Mustardseed is doing here.

According to Michael, he had traded himself in to the compound in exchange for catching Mustardseed - for catching me, Edgar thought, smiling faintly.

seamless exposition, me. i had to establish that this Edgar was Mustardseed, but the narration is roughly tied to his view of things, and Mustardseed doesn't think of himself as Mustardseed, just as Edgar, so the narration couldn't call him Mustardseed.

The door swung open and in came Ty Betteridge. He was a few years older than the last time Edgar had seen him, back when he'd killed him inside of Tier Two on the night Base was formed,

...wasn't that Hunter? or did it become Edgar that killed young!Ty in the post-72 timeline? i am confuse

Well, I appreciate making me feel like a criminal after you plucked me out of the middle of my normal day.

hes so bitchy and for what?

If you're worried about unpredictability, why does the cowboy get to roam free? He's been rather hard to keep under control, in my experience.

i wanted to make it clear just how bitter Edgar is towards all members of Base, so of course five seconds into this conversation he tries to fuck Michael over

Ty's grin was somewhat predatory.

this fic is 90% me looking for different ways to describe smiles. Ty and Mustardseed are both very smiley.

They called you OVEdgaR,

i think im the only person who capitalizes ovedgar that way

"With my husband, yeah." Edgar smiled and raised his left hand to show off the simple wedding band. "Mm. Congrats. Mike told me he wasn't married to you, how odd."

I FORGOT HOW DISMISSIVE TY SOUNDED HERE. he cares of course but

Base Mike and Edgar aren't married.

i try to be very precise about the names characters use for each other, because i think its a very quick way to characterize relationships. Mustardseed always refers to them as "Base Mike" and "Base Edgar", while Ty refers to them as just Mike and Edgar, or possibly Mikey and Edgar, depending on context.

"Hm. You're much less trouble than the Mikes; each one of them ties so much into their name. It's a little exhausting keeping track of them, to be honest." "Well, I never really had trouble with it, but I suppose it is easier if you care about him." Edgar smiled like he hadn't just thrown out the barb. Ty laughed. "I care about Mike Walters more than you can imagine, Panther." Ty grinned, waiting to see if Edgar would respond to the pet name. Edgar kept his face neutral and pleasant.

Edgar definitely won that exchange :P its important to me that Edgar feels like he's in control of the conversation even though he very clearly isnt in control of the situation, because that's the vibe he gave off in ep 84.

Moving on… you established a campaign of terror against Mike's base in an attempt to free yourself and your… husband… from their control. Is that right?

Ty is reading these questions off his clipboard and the prompt on it didnt say "husband," it said "OVER Mike." HOWEVER the pause before saying it was something Ty probably did deliberately to keep up his veneer of indifference.

"I'd rather not put Michael through any more undue stress. He's had a hard couple of days, especially with all the strain you've been putting on him."

this is so funny to me, because it IS another barb, but its also sort of Ty trying to guilt-trip Edgar like thats gonna work??? :P

I have a lot of sympathy for Michael too, but as far as I know, he's never had anyone threaten him at gunpoint to stay in Base.

i'll be honest, he probably has. Michael's seen some shit

"I am sorry for your situation, Edgar, I really am. But you do keep pulling me away from the questions, and the sooner we get these done, the sooner we can get you out of those cuffs and moved to your quarters."

this is a very Ty Betteridge thing to say. like yeah, im sorry that YOU keep delaying me from getting you comfortable. hes so...

So he was listening when Michael and I were talking.

reading it back, i feel like i didnt give the audience enough credit. they probably could have picked up on these little jabs and maneuvering tactics without me having to point them out. anyway yes, ty is doing this interview only half for actual information gathering reasons, the other half is just to waste edgars time as a form of basic psychological warfare

Your Base may be rudimentary, but I believe that you are a smart man, Edgar.

i keep pointing out the little jabs and not having much to say about them, but theyre still so good to me. "i know all your friends are stupid but i didnt think you were too"

"Sometimes smart people do dumb things in the heat of passion." "And is that the only reason you made those thirty-two duplicates?" "It's the only reason I'm going to be telling you."

i'll be honest, i have no idea what i was hinting at here. i think canon at one point suggested there might have been an ulterior motive to the Mustardseed escapees, but i didn't make any sort of plan for what that might be. if i had to retroactively justify it, i'd say Mustardseed's future scouting told him that the escapees would be consolidated into MW, and that MW's existence was important to his plans somehow.

"I've got all day, Ty." Edgar smiled across the table, a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

i just ctrl+f'ed and the word "smile" appears 7 times in this 1k word chapter.

[aonungyou-shit]

Whistle My heart's content

Paring: Neteyam X Gn! Omatikaya Reader

Whistle mhc Masterlist

Tags/Warnings: ⚠️This will be angst Ending. Someone will die ⚠️ Angst. Childhood friends to Lovers. To someone dies

Synopsis: Since you were kids Neteyam and you had this thing. You whistled to make sure the other was okay. If you spaced out too much he whistled and you back to assure him you were okay. If he was hurt by his father. You whistled to him and he, back to you. It was a comfort thing. And now here you were Flying alongside his family. You give a little whistle.

Really you didn’t know how or why you were fleeing with the Sully family. But you were. Maybe it was that need to always be by each other. Who really knew. Maybe it was just this lingering feeling for something much more. 

You noticed from your peripheral that Neteyam kept looking back. And no doubt you would too. But you had to continue. Looking forward to avoid possibly hitting anything. Letting out a sigh you whistled. The air taking it away as all you did was wait. Faintly thanks to the wind. You heard it back. A Little tune to assure you that Neteyam was fine.

You didn’t have a family left so really he should be checking on you. But it was a nice feeling to know that you were worried about him instead of yourself. Realistically you had asked him to go with him instead of the other way around. He was really glad that he didn’t need to ask you. Saving himself possible embarrassment.

Looking at you finally he couldn’t help it. He always found himself a fool around you. And oftentimes he wondered if you felt that way too. Did you sometimes make yourself a fool around him? 

Watching you as if you were the grace of Eywa herself. Skilled in anything you ever knew too. 

Oftentimes too he found his family teasing him too. Looking at Lo’ak who smirked at him for the whistle they shared he couldn’t help but mouth at him to shut up. 

Now Arriving to the tan sand his anxieties came back. But He had to put on a face for the sake of his siblings. You always seemed so calm. Collected as you grabbed a hold of tuk. Holding her hand as you Walked behind the rest of the family

Now surrounded. You could feel yourself shake under the gaze of these people. But keeping your face neutral for the sake of Tuk. 

Really you didn’t pay attention To what was being said. But you had to do your best to gulp down the hiss as Tsahik Grabbed a hold of Kiri and Lo’ak. 

You were the same age as Neteyam and you had taken such a role of these kids that it made you boil with anger to see them uncomfortable. Luckily you didn't need to hold it. 

“What about this one. I smell They are not your child” Tsahik now spoke looking at you. Holding your arms and then your tail. You began to panic. You didnt think about that. 

From the moment you had become a warrior you were allowed your own Pod Away from others. Realistically you didn’t have parents or really a family to fall back on. So you had Stayed with The Tsahik. Ever grateful for her hospitality. You had been alone in a pod for two years now. 

“They aren’t  But theywill stay with us” Your old Olo’eyktan said. Now looking at you. Pity be his heart whenever he saw your orphaned figure within mo’at’s hut. 

Ronal rose a brow. You looked nothing like them. Had nothing related to them. At least the Daughter she could see why she was there. But you? There was nothing wrong. No demon ran through your veins. 

There really was no reason for you to be with them. Not unless you were mated. 

Letting you go. You rubbed your wrist and then heading off to follow the rest of the family. 

Mighty was your aura. Strong was your anger and it Intrigued her how you presented yourself. Headstrong and yet still a child somewhere in there. 

Maybe it was the way your aura also pushed past her own. Eywa’s grace blessed you. She had to keep an eye on you too. 

Neteyam kept his hand on yours. Looking at you for any sign of harm or being uncomfortable. Moving was hard on him. You were basically a stranger that followed them too. So no doubt it felt worse for you too. 

He listened to what his father said and whilst he wanted to also voice that he wanted to go home. He couldn’t, Looking at you now. Your distance far from where he could see. 

Clicking his tongue with a little whistle takes your attention finally. Looking at him with a gentle smile he grew to fall in love with. You made a small Trill and whistled back at him Assuring him that you were okay. 

The interaction made his family laugh within themselves. Swearing before that you guys just had to make noise to communicate something. No sentences need to be shared between the two of you. 

Now there you two were. Staring at each other. Clicking, trilling hissing and whistling back and forth. In your own words all you could do was assure yourselves you were okay. You had each other.

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Taglist: 34/34

[simplygyuu]

The Forest is alive - Beomgyu x Reader

pairing : Fae!Beomgyu x human reader

synopsis ! : the forest has always made you wary, it felt alive. after following the mysterious wisps into the woods you meet a man who shows you how magical it really is.

notes : gender neutral terms, mentions of woodland creatures obviously, mythical terms n stuff, i dont know a whole lot about mythology so bear with me :)

word count : 2744 words

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“Isn't it beautiful!” Beomgyu called out towards you, the natural glitter on his cheeks shining brightly. He looked like he could rival the sun. He was truly in his element. This moment made you reminisce on how the two of you had come to meet.

The two of you had met two years ago, deep inside the forest just next to your home. You hadnt moved in recently or anything but you didnt go outside much anymore. The forest always scared you, it felt alive. Something about it kept you away. That was until one year while your family was off on a trip, you had stepped out to tend to their garden for them.

But when you looked towards the forest, there was something blue and glowing in front of you. It was about the size of a water bottle and just floated in front of you. It looked like blue fire and it caught your attention. Something about it was so enticing that you found yourself walking towards it without much thought.

Once close enough to touch it, you reached out to curiously tap the little blue flame. As soon as your finger went to make contact with the little blue wisp it disappeared, causing you to jump back a bit. Confusion took over you as you glanced around before spotting another one, this time closer to the forest. Once again, it was like it was calling your name.

“Y/n… y/n come here..”

It whispered, sounding far away and all around you all at the same time. Mesmerized, you once again began following the wisp. Yet again as soon as you were close enough to touch it, it disappeared and reappeared somewhere else. You let a small smile spread across your lips as you followed the wisps deeper and deeper into the forest. The sun shone on the leaves, giving them a shiny glow on the dew.

Once inside the forest there was a whistling sound to your left, causing you to snap your head over and look. That's when you realized how deep you were in the forest. That you were definitely lost. Suddenly the whistling picked back up again to your right, causing you to turn towards it again. What is going on? You knew there was always something off about the forest.

“Hello?” You asked cautiously, eyes still scanning the trees. A twinkle of laughter rang out in the deep of the trees at your voice. It sounded like whatever or whoever it was is just circling you, the sounds constantly moving.

“Are you lost? You shouldn't have followed the wisps.” A honey-like voice whispered into your ear. You whipped around out of fear, how had someone gotten so close? Before realizing nobody was there. What the hell?

“Who.. who are you? What's going on?” You spoke up nervously, now not able to stand still. You continuously turned to make sure nobody could sneak up on you. This is why you didn't trust the forest, it was like it was alive.

Then finally, you saw a figure in the trees. You stopped to watch the figure nervously before seeing a man walk out of the shadowed area. He was wearing a dirty gray hoodie, the thing having rips and the colors washed and faded like it had been sitting in the sun for years. He wore equally dirty jeans only without the rips that the hoodie donned. His hoodie was halfway unzipped, hanging off his left shoulder. He was undeniably beautiful, a coy smile on his lips and flowers following wherever he stepped.

“You're lost aren't you? You shouldn't be here.” The man spoke as he continued to approach you. There was something inhuman about him even if he seemed like a normal person. You took a cautious step back, which caused him to stop.

“Do you talk at all, little human?” He egged you on, head tilting with his question. Although it seemed like more of a teasing comment than genuine question. Wait, little human? Was he not human?

“What do you mean by little human?” You countered with furrowed brows, refusing to take your eyes off of him. Laughter bubbled up from his chest at your words, his eyes crinkling.

“Oh, you don't know? Isn't it obvious?” He laughed, you couldn't read him. What were his intentions? “The forest is alive.. Do you not know of the tales? Of faes, gnomes, and elves?”

You just continued to stare at him with a confused look. What in the world was he talking about? Sure the forest felt off but there was no way it was truly alive like you worried. Those were all fairy tale creatures, not real things.

“Wow.. you really are clueless!” He exclaimed with another laugh. “You should really be glad I found you before the elves.” He continued as he began approaching you again.

“Well then c’mon human, I'll bring you out of the forest. Maybe now you can read up about the creatures here before you offend the wrong person.” He started as he walked past you, turning to look at you and wait for you to follow.

“Why should I just blindly follow you? What even are you?” You questioned. You didn't want to follow this random man, especially not after he confirmed he wasn't human. Sure he was undeniably ethereal but he could be leading you to your death for all you know.

The man just smiled another beautiful smile at you, turning to fully face you. “Now why would I trick you, i've been kind so far.” He responded with a fake pout. You didn't trust him. Did you even come from the direction he was facing?

“Just come, we can talk along the way.” He continued to encourage you to follow him and honestly, what else could you do? He could kill you here or bring you to another spot of your demise, or you could take the gamble and maybe be taken home.

“...Fine” You gave in, walking towards him with an obviously apprehensive look. He just smiled in response and turned around to begin walking.

“Follow me then!” He called out, glancing back once more before a mischievous smile spread onto his face and he began to run. He expertly hopped over roots and easily navigated the forest, practically disappearing into the woods.

“Shit, wait if you want me to follow!” You exclaimed, eyes widening as you processed for a second before running after him in the direction he went. Something about him was so alluring. Perhaps you were being stupid, so easily fooled by a pretty boy with a honey voice but what else could you do? At least he gave you a chance of getting home.

The twinkles of his laughter kept you going somewhat in the right direction for a few minutes until you were panting, slowing down a bit. Suddenly you noticed the silence around you which brought you to a stop. The sun was beginning to set around you, the forest darker than it had been when you first entered.

“Boo!” Sounded from right next to your ear after almost a minute of silence, ripping a scream out of your throat as you jumped back to see the same man again right behind you.

“What the fuck!” You cried out, hand on your chest as he just laughed at your fear. He was practically doubled over and honestly his laughter was like music to your ears.

“Sorry, sorry. It's in my nature.” He said in between giggles before straightening back up. “Let's continue, I won't run this time.”

You didn't understand what he meant by it being in his nature, but you just nodded while slightly glaring at him. You were getting annoyed but didn't say anything. He also didn't seem to care whatsoever, still smiling as he began to walk like he had promised.

You followed him somewhat closely, not wanting to lose him again in the forest. It was silent as the two of you traveled together, just the sound of birds and crickets filling the air.

The two of you walked for what felt like centuries before suddenly your foot caught on something, causing you to tumble and fall with a yelp. Instead of catching you, the man watched with a snort and giggle while covering his mouth. You looked up at him from your spot on the ground to see his foot extended where you had fallen.

“What was that for you asshole?” You had a frown on your face as he just giggled, outstretching a hand to offer to help you up even though he had been the one to trip you.

“Couldn't help it, you were getting too comfortable.” He snorted. You didn't understand why that made him trip you though, but you were beginning to notice a pattern in his trickster tendencies.

“Whatever.” You grumbled before hesitantly going to take his offered hand before he yanked it away. You glared at him as he laughed again before offering it to you a second time. You just stared at him for a few seconds before reaching out for his hands once again, this time he didn't pull it away. Easily, he pulled you up into a standing position.

“Just a bit farther, human.” He stated simply as he then didn't release his hold on you, beginning to pull you along with him. What the hell?

“Let go of me.” You demanded with furrowed brows but he just shook his head and continued on.

“Nope! You're funny when you're mad. That and the woodland creatures get antsy at night.” He replied and didn't explain any further. That caused you to notice how it really was getting dark, only a bit of the sun still up. With the idea of the woodland creatures targeting you, you let up and let him hold your hand.

“So, the wisps brought you here right? Wonder why they waited so long. Usually humans are brought in as children.” The man spoke simply as you two walked, glancing at you for a response. You didnt really want to talk to him as he made you nervous, but there was also something in you that wanted to converse with him. It wanted him to be fond of you.

“I didnt go outside much as a kid. The forest scared me.” You replied after a few seconds which made him snort.

“Really? You were already afraid? Thats new.”

“Why do the wisps bring children?” You then pushed, getting curious. None of this made sense.

“Do you not know the story of wisps?” He asked and watched as you shook your head. With a playful roll of his eyes he began talking.

“The wisps can be little faeries or spirits from a creature or a human's past life. They lead wanderers and unsuspecting humans to treasure or to their demise. It fully depends on the wisps you meet as some are more malicious than the others. Some wisps that were human like leading people to good things but it doesn't happen often. Really they lead you to your fate.” He explained, not sparing you a single glance.

“How does that correlate with them bringing children?” You decided to ask, still curious.

“Human children are gullible and easy to influence. They're used for things like servants, lovers, given to the devil, used for entertainment, and more. Really they could be used for a multitude of things depending on the creature.”

“Oh.” You said with wide eyes. None of those options sounded anywhere near ideal, how does all of this happen with nobody knowing? Then you remembered all the story books and things you've written off and fake and made up. Now youre realizing just how real those mythical stories are.

“What's your name, human?” He then suddenly asked, looking over at you. Something about the question felt wrong and it felt like the forest stilled. Something in you screamed at you to not answer.

“..(your nickname)” You finally replied hesitantly which made him smile and his eyes glinted with interest.

“You're smarter than I expected.” He hummed before facing forward again. You don't really know what you just avoided, but it must've been something important with how he reacted.

“Are you really taking me back? It's been a while.” You spoke up around ten more minutes later as you squint your eyes at him. You were beginning to feel more and more lied to, it didn't take you this long to enter the forest.

“Yes, (nickname) I am. I cannot lie so you'll be home eventually.” He responded. “The forest can be unpredictable and moves, you came in much deeper than you realize. Just a bit longer and you'll be home.”

All of this was so weird and confusing, all of this mythical forest shit about the forest being alive. But true to his words five minutes later the edge of the forest began to appear. You saw the lights inside of the house shining through the trees which made you smile. Finally!

“Now, now (nickname) before I let you go, let's talk a bit.” The man suddenly said, tightening his hold on your hand and keeping you with him. You furrowed your brows once again and tried to pull your hand away but he was relentlessly strong. You suddenly remembered that he was truly a mythical creature you didn't understand or know anything about.

“Now that I've helped you out, you're in debt to me. So get ready to see me around a lot. You're interesting so I'll stick around.” He began with an almost serious look before smiling. “You should feel honored that I even let you live! I'm a fae after all, look it up once you're back inside.”

Your eyes widened at his words, you were indebted to some mythical woodland creature? That couldn't be good. Hell what if he made you some kind of servant later on? You were fucked. You instantly made a mental note to read up on faes and see what he was talking about, you had assumed he was a somewhat harmless creature.

“Now off you go! Ill see you around human.” He finally released your hand and lifted up his other to wave at you. But once he began to take a step back you took a step towards him, surprising even yourself.

“Wait! What's your name?” You asked, watching him intently. You somewhat understood that it was something important to know names but you also just wanted something to refer to him as seeing as you would see him around.

“Hmm.. you can call me Gyu for now, human.” He replied after a few seconds of consideration. Soon after saying it he smiled before disappearing further into the trees. You stood there and stared until his gray hoodie could no longer be seen.

Finally you turned around and walked back to your house, honestly a bit quickly. What had just happened? Seriously what the hell.

As soon as you were inside you closed and locked the door behind you, just staring forward as you processed. The forest was really alive? It didnt feel real, none of that did. Had you been out there for hours? It hadnt felt horribly long but you were out there long enough for the afternoon sun to set.

Deciding to take up the man, now dubbed Gyu’s advice you immediately went to the computer in your fathers workspace. You stayed up all that night researching the woodland creatures that you used to see as just stupid fairytales. It caused you to realize how lucky you really were to get out of that situation alive. It also made you way more wary for the time to come, now knowing that you were indebted to a fae.

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[lemmilemura]

it’s ur girl pine back with another request that’s secretly an unfinished draft from my notes app

okay so the reader is friends with maeve, and one day she invites them to a party (specifically one that jake hosts, this is important) (no it’s not i just like drama)

but the reader is kind of put off by the idea since they don’t really like parties. but yk it’s just this one time and maeve seems like she really wants them to go with her so they decide to get a little more information on it so they can be prepared (idk i honestly didnt think about why they ask questions but just go along with it 😭) so they ask maeve who’s gonna be there. she says smthn like “eh idk, jake, probably the rest of his group, me obviously, and simon” (reader hasn’t met simon yet, but they know who he is, they also don’t think AT is as bad as everyone makes it out to be) (very odd take but were gonna roll with it). and so when the reader eventually goes, them and simon eventually get like alone together and he starts conversation with them (prob says like “hey, are you y/n? i think maeve has mentioned you a few times.” or something)

IM SORRY THIS IS SUCH A LONG REQ BUT YEAH!! also you can decide what happens after simon and the reader are alone together, im thinking the reader like kind of realizes ‘oh shit this guys kind of fine’ in the like 30 minutes they talk to each other BUT YOU CAN CHANGE IT HOWEVER YOU WANT🫡 (also sorry this isn’t as good as my others it was kind of rushed)

At this point, you should just become my source of ideas xD Because truth be told I am running out and you always have great ones, Pine!!!!!🌲(I tried looking for a ferret emoji too, but I didn’t find one, so now you’re just 🌲 hope that’s okay)

All kept gender-neutral Based on the show

 "I’m really not sure, Maeve. I mean, I brely know anyone at Bayview, let alone Jake." Maeve was trying to convince me to go with her to a party hosted by a guy at her school. We didn’t go to the same school and I didn’t know anyone, besides Maeve and that one Simon guy, but only because he has an app or something that people are making way bigger a deal than it should be. "Oh c’mon! For all I know, you barely leave the house! I mean, if nobody knows you, that’s even better! No way for you to embarrass yourself. Pleeeease just come with I beg you."

In the end, it took a few more minutes, but she did manage to convince me. The days leading up to the party, she kept talking about it, telling me about all of the people I'd probably see. She kept bringing up Janae, I was convinced she had a thing for her, and Simon. The day of the party, though, I was considering just telling her I was sick, I wasn't really feeling like it'd go well. But I still decided to go, I said 'fuck it' and went.

Though, after only a few minutes, I had already lost Maeve. Great. I was alone at a party at someones house who I did not know, with people I didn't know. The kitchen always seemed like a good palce to go, especially when most people were outside by the pool. Also in the kitchen you can get drinks, just water to be honest, but sometimes that's really all you need. I find an unused cup and just get some water from the tap.

Suddenly, this guy walked in, and my god he was hot. Like goddamn what god or demon did his parents make a deal with to make him that attractive? I’m not even kidding, he was just that good looking. I damn near choked on my water, I had to turn around and face away from him out of embarrassment. He didn’t say anything, maybe he didn’t even notice me. He walk around like he owned the place, he knew where everything was, every cup, drink. Maybe he’s Jake’s brother or something. Or maybe that is Jake? I thought.

He suddenly seemed to notice me. "You’re new." He simply stated. I nodded, trying to stay calm. "Maeve invited me." I replied. He raised an eyebrow, making him only more attractive for some reason. "That mean you’re (Y/N)?" He asked. Holy shit hot guy knows my name. Stay cool, stay calm, you’ve got this. I nodded. "Funnily enough, I dragged her here. ‘m Simon."

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? THAT’S SIMON? MAEVE WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME HE WAS HOT?

I tried my best to stay calm and not let my shock come through. I took another sip of my drink, hoping it would help. "You don't go to Bayview, do you?" He asked. Again I just shook my head. He looked me up and down, making me even more flustered, somehow. "Shame." He said, and just... walked off. Just liek that. This man flustered me to my core and walked off like it was nothing.

Honestly I don't remember much of the rest of the party, I was really just trying to calm down, also half debating if I should switch schools. Genuinely. Luckily, Maeve soon (maybe, I do not know how long it was) came back and we decided to leave.

"So, how was it?" Maeve asked. I grabbed her by the shoulders and started shaking her. "WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THAT SIMON’S HOT? THAT IS A VERY IMPORTANT THING TO KNOW!" Maeve only laughed at my reaction. "Okay, while I do agree, he is good looking, he can be a pain in the ass sometimes." I must admit my face did betray me in that moment. I found that out because Maeve gave me a look, then started laughing again.

[clartidk123]

Cassie and the Plushie

Cassie opened her eyes. She immeadly regreted it at the sight of blood and the mechanical arm near her.

She barely remembered anything. She ran from it, and Gregory helped her and.

He tried to kill her.

He started breathing heavily. She remembered what her Father said. “Count to ten.” She started counting.

1. Gregory tried to kill her. 2. 3. 4. No. It was it. 5. Who knew? 6. 7. 8. 9. 10...

She tried to get away from the Elevator and miserably falled into the ground.

Beside her was that strange little plush she had found with her mask while hiding. From her.

Cassie clunged into the plush.

“Hey watch it, dummy!”

Cassie launched the plushie away. It couldnt be it right? The voice was of a little girl. Maybe an older animatronic? Oh no. 

“Who is there!?”

The plushie continued staring at Cassie with it’s one green eye. 

“Right here!”

Cassie went into a small hole in the tunnels. “Are you there!?”

“You are dumber than i thinked.”

Cassie looked at the plushie. “How...Are you talking...?”

The plushie looked at her, and Cassie could feel the impatience. “Faz-microphones and what not. How did a little girl like you even come here huh? I should be the one questioning things!”

Cassie rolled her eyes. “Oh of course! Me and not the talking plush. I was here to save my friend.”  

“And that went sooooooo well right?”

Cassie wanted to kick the plush, but unfortunately she was created to be polite. “Well it didnt! But atleast i can Walk with my own two legs.”

Cassie was surprised to say the least When the plush lifted itself up and started walking in her Direction.

“What now. Dummy? At least im not all alone in a sad hellhole.”

Cassie’s patience was really getting over When the plushie said that. But if it could Walk, who else knew what it could do.

“Im Circus Baby. And ive been here for longer than you were born. So treat well your elders ok?”

Cassie knew the plushie probably didnt give a damn about respect for the elders, but she scoffed. “I’m Cassie. No wonder you said you are old huh?” It was true. The plush had all sorts of torns in it, and a cold smile perpetually drawn on it.  

Circus Baby waved at Cassie. “Hello? Cassie to Earth?” It scoffed. “Anyways. Unfortunately i have nothing else to do so. Why not help you?”  

Cassie looked at Circus Baby. “Why...Should i trust you?” 

The plushie laughed. “You shouldnt! But alas! I know you won’t even survive here! So. At least during your final moments you should have a little friend!”

Cassie couldnt know if that was threath or a twisted tentative of trying to calm her down.

“You seem to...Smart for a plushie of...Something...”

The plushie put it’s Arms up. “Oh, thank you! It’s hard for a gal like me make her life here! Oh well. We have to find a way to help you out.”

Circus Baby bonked gently her head into Cassie. “How is this supposed to help?”

“It isn’t. Just moral support.” The tone was quite uninteligible.

Cassie pulled herself up, trying to ignore the pain of falling from a Elevator.

-

Circus Baby continued walking even though Cassie was getting tired. But that’s alright. Maybe she could even see her dad again.

Circus Baby was strangely quiet for someone who talked so Much. Cassie knew that she couldnt stop talking When they met.

Cassie began to think. It was strange for a plushi with apparently no technology to be so smart. Something was not adding. What if she was hallucianating?

But Circus Baby thankfully couldnt hear her. She just kept walking, not giving a damn if Cassie was feeling pain.

But Cassie’s body gived one, as she soon realized When he falled into the ground.

Baby walked a little more before turning Around. “Oh yeah.” She said neutral. “I forgot how you meat sacks can’t go on without needing to sleep.”

Cassie looked at Circus Baby. “I need...To cover my injuries...” She clutched a rock on the ground and ripped parto f her clothes and began to wrap it Around  her injuries.

Baby tapped her feet impatiently in the ground like a little kid waiting to eat ice cream.

Cassie dragged herself to the wall, feeling the dirt in it. “I need to sleep. I have been here for a Whole night.”

“And ive been here for more Years than i can remember.”

Cassie felt a pang of pity at the sound of those words. But she needed to sleep. She glanced at the plushie and as she drifted off she couldnt help but see something looming over it.  

-  

Cassie didnt wake on her own, but instead at the sensation of the soft weight of Circus Baby.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” She said Half asleep.

“Well, dummy. We need to continue walking if you even hope of finding freedom.”

Cassie disliked those words, but she didnt care very Much at that point. She was away from home, her friend tried to kill her and her favourite animatronic could be dead.

But who cared!? Certainly her. But she had to be Strong.

“Ok. Let’s just go home and find Gregory...”

She could feel that Circus Baby wanted to roll her eye. “Why do you care for him!? He tried to kill you! Who knows if he did kill you!?”

Cassie gave a little chuckle. “Well i can clearly see that i am alive.”

Baby scoffed. “If you think so...”

Cassie now couldnt stop thinking. What if she IS dead? But that didnt matter. If she was dead so be it.

They continued walking together, making Random turns and twists all over. Cassie couldnt help but feel Circus Baby’s eye fixated on her, even When she wasnt Looking. And maybe...Gregory did desserve a punishment. No. It wasnt even him, it was. That Thing.  

But what if it was Gregory?  What if he hated her all along? That was worse. Maybe her Father and Roxy were the Only ones who really liked her.

She let her back rest in the dirt. She looked at the V.A.N.N.I mask. She would never put it back even if that rabbit Thing  was gone. 

She finally felt at peace, even if it was just for a little. But Circus Baby quickly noticed she had stoped.

“Why did you stop? Can’t handle a little sarcasm?”

Cassie’s patience was already waning, but she knew if she wanted to have at least a chance of feeling good When she dies, she needed to behave.

“No.” That was a horrible response. But atleast she was honest.

Circus Baby stared at her a little. “Well than let’s continue.” She began to Walk away, leaving Cassie still in the worst situation she ever had.

-

But alas, she had to Walk. She lifted herself and began walking in Direction of the plushie.  

“So. If im going to die, why we dont just stop?” Cassie knew the answer. She needed to occupy herself. But the plushie didnt have a reason.

“Because if we do, who knows if something doesnt follow us?”

Cassie felt chills in her neck. The thought of. The Thing. Following her. And what if the plushie was just another walkie talkie?

Cassie couldnt take it. She lunged herself in the floor and clunched her fingers in Circus Baby.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING IDIOT!?”

Cassie let go. That was too human for the Thing. She just stared at Baby. She couldnt believe she was all alone with a detached, mean plushie. She gently embraced the plushie. The air was cold. Maybe she could have warmth.

The plushie however, didnt care for sentimentality, and kicked Cassie’s face.

Cassie threw her away. “IM SORRY!”

Circus Baby however did not care. “You need to do more.”

Cassie just stayed there. Shocked.

She lifted herself up yet again. Maybe it was for the best she died. And maybe she was all alone. But her dad survived a mortal bite. So she would survive this. She would come back.

-  

Cassie knew how to disguise thoughts. She just started mechanically walking while thinking about her dad, Gregory and Roxy. They were somewhere, all alone.

She admitedly wanted to cry. But not here. Not now.

Circus Baby didnt talk since their fight. It was her fault. Cassie knew. So she had to make an awkward shot, but still one.

She took a deep breath. “So...” She was trembling. “Sorry i tried to...”

“Kill me.” The plushie didnt turn and just continued walking.

“Y-yeah...” Cassie froze, but Circus Baby still walked.

“What were you even thinking.” Nothing more.

Cassie couldnt believe she was feeling intimidated by a plushie. “I thought. You could be...Something that tried to kill me.”

The plushie laughed. “SO YOU CAN KILL ME!? AND NOT GREGORY!?”

Cassie fell to the ground. Circus Always talked hushed. But now she could feel the raw anger. “Im...Sorry.”

“Oh. How Much pity im feeling. A little brat thinks she’s seen bad things, tried to kill someone, and asks sorry. Oh poor you!”

Cassie. Poor. Innocent Cassie. She was frozen. She could had made a friend. But she couldnt even do that.

Cassie was already in a breaking point. She just curled up in the ground. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10.

Everything’s ok. Everyone liked her. Everyone was dumb.

She couldnt cry. Not in front of someone. She could feel Circus Baby staring at her. She couldnt cry. She couldnt. But she could.

Cassie just tried to choke herself with tears, but she couldnt; The tears rolled from her face.  Cassie didnt want to see anything, she covered her eyes. She could feel the eye fixated in her. But she didnt want to stay there. “You...”

“What now? You crybaby think you had it hard?”

“HOW COULD YOU KNOW!? YOU ARE JUST A BRATTY PLUSH WHO THINKS SHE’S BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE!”

“WELL!” The plushie clearly wasnt going to hold herself. “IF YOU THINK YOU ARE SO MISERABLE TRY TO FREAKING DIE! AGAIN AND AGAIN!”

Cassie froze. “You want me to kill myself? I deserve it. But i will not give up now. I might be miserable, but i wil have my dad by my side soon.”

The plushie stared. “If you want to. I dont even care anymore. Im also all alone in this sad little hell of tunnels. You think you saw BAD things? I SAW WORSE!”

Cassie didnt know how to react. “If you think you are SO sad and miserable. Just try to be followed BY A MILLION ROBOTS AND A GLITCHY RABBIT THING TRYING TO SAVE YOUR FIREND, YOU KILL ONE OF THEM WHO WAS ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT PERSONS IN THE WORLD FOR YOU, ONLY FOR YOUR FRIEND BETRAY YOU!”  

“Oh.” The plushie fell silent. “So try dying. And then burning in a living hell, Only to end up in a hellhole with a bratty teen who thinks she had it worse.”

Cassie and the plushie just stared at eachother, both consumed by rage and sadness.

-

Both of them had been walking for hours after their fight. Cassie couldnt let go of the implication that the plushie was alive once. And burned. But she didnt look burned, just tattered.

She knew that any tentative of apology would result in another fight, and more in a vicious circle. Maybe Gregory was right in trying to kill her. But her Father needed her. And Gregory probably didnt even try to kill her. It was that Thing.  

But at that point she didnt care. She just wanted to lie down. Forever. But if the plushie had it worse and somehow was still here. She could and she should be determined to escape from the underground.

Cassie could feel the raw anger, sadness and determination in her. She had sweated, she had bled, and she had cried. But she would never fall down.

She would Always come back.

-

Cassie was determined. She cluthched her hands in a metal piece fixated to the ground. She fixated her own hands and feet and began pulling. She had a plan. She would dig her way out of there.

The plan, however, was easier said than done. She noticed how she couldnt push through the metal. She crouched to the ground and beginned digging the dirt with her own hands.

After a long time, Cassie felt something falling in her head.

Cassie was in a purple and black place. It looked like the digital Pizzaplex.

There was a curtain. She would not go there. But she felt a great impulse. Her own body was aching to go there. But she knew it was some sort of trap.

She felt na electricizing urge to go there. Maybe. Just maybe. She could go there. No. It was a trap. A obvious one.

But alas, the immense alure she felt was too Much. She began slowly walking up to it.

She was there. And a yellow hand opened the curtain from the inside.

A rabbit suit. A very old and ugly one. It waved at Cassie.

And suddenly she was awake with a metal piece rested above her head. Of course. That time she knew she was hallucinating.

But the feelings of surrealness didnt last long When she looked over her head and saw Baby. She couldnt help but letting a sigh out.

“I dont care. Im getting out of here. Im getting US out of here.”

The plushie seemed lifeless. It seemed like it had heard that talk a million times.

But Cassie really didnt care. She lifted the metal and fixated it on the raw wall.

And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. She could see it slowly thining. She could feel all the anger on the wall and in her. She could feel it.  

She wouldnt give up. She wouldnt give in. But the dirt was too angry, too Strong. Too. Not her.

She fell, her hand still in the metal. She looked at the small hole she made in the wall. And then at Circus Baby. And then at the hole again. She lifted herself up and began digging again.

Then she remembered. That Thing could be anywhere near them. She would return afterwards, but not now. She clutched Circus Baby and started hopessly sprinting.  

If that Thing followed them, who knew if they had any hope.

“You know. I cant even die. So why do i care for you being here?”

Cassie didnt have time to pay attention. She just had to run until she couldnt anymore.  

[night-error]

So I had spare time and I decided to draw my oc and Iris (why iris? He is the only caretaker i can draw without a ref-)

Random oc ranting below the cut

Soooo yeah, also just for context. My oc was born not pure but also not a corrupt, making her the first neutral shape on paradise. Her chest marking is the corrupted symbol but its a light purple corronding to her hair. This idea was actually original as I've never seen an oc like her ig. She is also a species of monster called "titan" ..im trying to find a better name. I promise. Its also why she looks humanish. Okay, back to the point about her being a neutral shape. She doesn't fear the corruption as for her to get corrupted it has to break through her skin so a slap won't do unless it tears off at least 1 layer of skin. Same with burns! They ONLY exception to this is corrupted water. It can corrupt her within a few seconds. Besides from that, she thinks the corruption is beautiful, since it is very different from everything she was told. Seeing corruptions who share the same chest marking make her feel alot more welcomed in corrupted areas. She feels alot more safer.

Also in my au, my oc was born during the first part of the pink corruption and had to be looked after by iris (her mom died. Same with her dad-) . They are distant cousins in my au and my oc has no other relatives (for the time being). During the first pink corruption thing iris was corrupted but his corruption would refuse to cause harm to her, since the pure side of iris's mindset was only set on protecting her and not harming her. Iris also does her hair. I know it isn't important but I believe iris being good at doing hair is a nice hc honestly. I also hc that he has a flower garden (I will probably draw it sooner or later) back to the main idea tho, iris only wanted to protect her from dub and probably the king of land of the Spheers since he might kill her for being corrupt like. She was kept a secret until iris met the big circles (Cirtunda, Circumuscle, Rincle and a new born spheer. Spheer is only 2 weeks older than her). They offered to help teach iris how to look after my oc and yeah. She basically lived there with iris and the big circles. Until iris moved away with pentellow, my oc was heartbroken but she had to let him go at some point (she is 7 at this point). Iris would always visit about, 43-67 times per year. Until pentellow was a caretaker, so it shortened too 23-33 times a year. Then when iris became a caretaker, only about 2-4 times. This upset her but she accepted it and just got on with life, she only cried once when iris didn't appear for Christmas like he promised. And yeah.

My Oc's name is Nightterror BTW. (It was originally ment to be pigment but Nightterror sounded more bada$$)

I promise the iris in my au isn't a d!ck he's just very overwhelmed and busy.

My oc is also a caretaker, her hero didnt come from a tree of life. But thats a rant for another day.