#//i'm chill but believe me guys i have morals. don't get it twisted

[chasmmmm]

" MY NAME IS BEN! BEN... SOMETHING. "

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// Alright, pinned post! Guess one of those would be helpful, huh?

ABOUT: Where once was Ben Reilly, there is now only a Chasm. This is a casual ask/rp blog for him!

Chasm is the current state of Ben Reilly in the 616 comics. No, he's not an oc. He's a little bit confused, a little bit lobotomized. He doesn't always remember things exactly as they happened.

We're not sticking to one timeline here. We don't need to make sense! We can get weird. Still, I'm trying to keep as close to canon as possible. (Even when canon doesn't know whats canon. Seriously, I've read every Reilly under the sun and they get messy.)

RULES AND INTERACTION NOTES:

- Will always default to status: In a relationship with Janine Godbe, (Hallow's Eve 616.) So he's not single, even when she's missing. That being said he will crack slightly inappropriate jokes sometimes, and you're welcome to do the same.

- Anything too crazy or offensive, I simply will not respond to. I'm pretty chill. We don't take things too serious here. I generally trust people to be normal. We're (mostly) all adults here, right?

(I'm gonna say 18+, just for potential jokes, but lets be real nobody can stop teenagers on the internet from interacting anyways. Believe me I know. I was a teenager on the internet once too. (Hey teens on the internet! Be safer than I was, okay?) So like I said. We keep it light.)

- Chasm is a bit of a villain! He can be pretty mean sometimes, and I mean absolutely no ill will by any of it! If it offends please do let me know as that is never my intention.

- Ben Reilly is a character with a lot of issues. Possible warnings include references to his disordered eating, suicide attempts, abuse, trauma, and host of mental illnesses. Again, most things will be tagged and if its NOT tagged and needs to be, let me know. I try not to bring these things up too unprompted.

- I don't think DMs are on, and they shouldn't be. All other interactions are welcome.

- Not gonna get NSFW, guys. Like I said. Don't DM me.

- You can bully the bug! Its encouraged even! But believe me I can tell when you just actively dislike the character. Good for you, don't interact.

- OC and canon interactions welcome. Spider-versers, we'll make it fit.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER: THE FIRST RULE OF MAKE BELIEVE IS HAVE FUN!

[thesupernaturalhouse]

My favorite games lore is so good, and this cat named Colin- damn did the cretaors do a good job at making us dislike him- CAUSE I DO!!! He irritates me so much

So, basically the guild saved the world and now their being inspected by this prick, and he's just taking eveything so literal-

Oh also this isn't the first time they've saved the world liek dude, these cats are the ONLY thing keeping your sorry asses from being destroyed like calm your ass down please😭

Like, this cat has no fucking chill, a guild member is baking? 'waste of resources' someone is tagging along on a mission for moral support? 'questionable hero chocies' HE ACTIVELY GOT ONE SENT TO JAIL, the one who took one for the team and could've died from doing so to defeat the big bads this eyar and is judging them for romantic relationships

They were being so nice/tolerable to him and he's just taking every little detail and twisting it to what he thinks is going on, he's not even doing his job he's just doing it to be petty at this point, subconsciously I think but still, take a chill pill-

They are friends with Santa Claus, his not so evil brother, his duaghter- their friends with the games version of the God of love herself- I'm pretty sure their on good terms with the king and one of his kids

He's nitpicking and writing notes that will help judge their guild/families fate, and its not even on anything important it about their mood, how they make potions, how they make food- their making potions in advance so they don't gotta rush if they need them and he's judging them for it

They've timetravled which consequently made adult love children of 2 cats- I am telling you, I don't even knwo all the lore but what I do know- its amazing and I love this game so much

There is so much rep to btw, like there eis a whole convo between one cat and the God of love about aromanticism and how "you can feel love, you just feel it in diffrent ways" Their also asexual and nonbinary, but go by any pronouns

an openly lesbian cat just decked out in rainbow, there's an agender cat, bisexuals, lesbians, gays, it's awesome; and there neurodivergent rep to I believe

And these cats got so much personality to them

Anyways i just really want to see the guild liek. Turn on him because now he got one of their members arrested, and i swear these guys are like family

Is he just doing his job? Yeah, but he's also taking it way to far, liek dude....nobody cares if somebody has a mini bakery in the guild, you're just doing it cause you're mad you didn't get a bigger job and are taking it out on innocent poeple

And I'd say that it's just my found family talking but they relly are like a family- oh also said cat is named "purrcis" and he ONE of the adult timetravel love child, he's amazing, bro nearly died for this kingdom and your taking him to jail to have his magic tested or whatever, leave my poor introverted boy alone

I just want the guild to like, take Colin down a few pegs cause he's like a 19 year old who just got out of lawyer school and thinks he knows everything

Long story short, I don't care. This man needs to be taken down, like, 20 pegs because these cats could save his life and he'd nitpick how they fought

Even the kids hate him- they named a melon after him and blew it up and I love it so much

He might look cute but he is so irritatingly frustrating and such a PRICK

So when he does get taken down a few pegs, it's gonna be all the more satisfying

[puissantveil]

Where does Kitana fit into all of this?

This is going to be a big fat list, and I'm not even sure everything's gonna fit in one post. Kitana hours begin under the cut.

She was pointedly ignored in the Umgadi trailer, though since she was available for the stress test I guess that's fair *huff* What we know about her personality is:

she really loves Big Sis, like, a lot. She seems to be Mileena's Jade in this game, which I suppose is fair considering how nasty she's been to her in past games.

she isn't interested in the throne, but would rather support Mileena as a younger twin myself this is 100% a mood, I want to live quietly while Sis goes out and gets that bread

She considers it vital to hide Mileena's affliction, lest she be banished. She seems pretty chill so far, but this being Mortal Kombat I wouldn't put it past her to kill some poor sap who walked in on her tending Mileena.

She has the strong sense of morality and belief in being "noble" that she had in MK11, though here she isn't twisting it in order to shit on anyone (unless you count Bi-Han, who tbh kind of deserves it) She offers her sympathies to Kenshi for his blindness, but he rebuffs her pity.

Speaking of Kenshi, her clash quotes with him come off as light-hearted trash talk rather than genuine hostility. It almost like she's teasing him.

Arrogant and pompous in her between-round taunts, but not as hostile as Bi-Han. Some of them come across as almost provocative, like "you cannot handle me" and "it will be less painful if you concede".

The most provocative character so far. Fans herself a lot, fucking soars through the air with her ass attack, her boobs aren't locked up like Mileena and Tanya's, etc. I have a feeling she's going to be The Hot One, and I'm 100% here for it.

Finally, jeez Louise, she does not like Lord Liu Kang in this timeline. She takes him to task like a frustrated believer might do to the Abrahamic God. "If you're such a great guy, why do you allow so much suffering to continue?" "Take your 'mysterious ways' and shove them up your pooper, your opacity drives me crazy." Perhaps she blames him for Mileena's fate. I don't want to see Fanned Flames in MK1 because rn I can't imagine it being anything but forced, and mortals fucking gods never ends well for the mortal (see Amara for an in-universe example). Also, I've made my opinion of FGLK clear. I hope Kitana leaves him for his old homie Kung Lao.

Feel free to discuss this, I won't be answering immediately because I've got a cake to bake.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Human!Freddy Krueger x Fem!Reader || Oneshot

Title: What The Fuck Now, Freddy!?

Notes:

This is not inherently romantic, at all. Or sexual. Just... Freddy being a bastard, and you are caught in the crosshairs- and are forever linked with him because of it.

I've been listening to Lizzie, a lot lately- and this is inspired by 'What The Fuck Now, Lizzie!?'

Also- I'm thinking this will have a part 2. Due to the ending not being quite enough. Maybe a part for the court proceedings!

Plot: Many will know the story of that terrible day Krueger essentially snapped- killing his wife, Loretta Krueger. She saw the basement, they say, and he didn't like that. Their daughter saw the whole thing and suffered a traumatic response to seeing the sight of her mother, strangled to death, by her father- and forgot the whole thing.

But if she were to remember something, one day.

She may remember something no one knows about that day, aside from Freddy himself.

She may remember, that someone else was there.

She may remember you.

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Alternatively- you're being blackmailed by Freddy who found out you, another supposedly Plain Jane in Loretta's 'mothers club', is cheating on your husband and calls you up to help deal with the mess he made. Because who else did he have?

Warnings: Okay lemme see, its basically a potluck of triggers. Hm. Murder, swearing, cheating (You, on your husband. Not with Freddy), getting rid of a body, a child gets traumatised (Obviously, Kathy/Maggie), Freddy himself, mention of the basement and all that entails, reader with a very questionable moral compass. Look, I think if you can watch Freddy's Dead, you're good here.

I'm just heading out the door, to go grocery shopping - or, at least, that's the story I tell my husband. When really I don't do the grocery shop until the day after tomorrow. He never notices... - when the phone rings. By very nearly tripping over my feet in my endeavour to catch it before the ringing stops, I manage pick up the phone with very little injury besides an achy, slightly twisted ankle. "Hi! Hi, sorry, I'm here. Hello?"

Pouting, I sit down at the kitchen table; Rubbing my poor ankle to sooth the pain, which would soon diminish anyway. Still- I'm sorry, ankle. I'll try to chill.

When the voice on the other end reveals who it is who's called the house, I lose all need to be pleasant. Damn. I really need to memorise this goddamn number... so I can not answer it. "Whatcha wearin'?"

"Thank god Harrison didn't answer this, you fuck." I deeply roll my eyes. Thank god Har's out. No, this is not my mister, not the man I was going to meet just now- but its bad, enough. In an entirely different way. Its stupid, blackmailing, son of a... hundred maniacs. "What do you want?"

"What a way to answer the phone, Y/N. Gee, seems like every time I we talk, I'm learning how you really aren't in the right place, are you? Cheating on your poor husband, swearing... These aren't really signs of the perfect suburban house wife, is it?" Gritting my teeth, I keep from lashing out. I've learned, if you stay real quiet, Freddy wont have anything to pull from and will get bored quick. "Why so silent, hm?"

"... " Oh, fuck me. I cant help it. "Wondering where you get off judging me on being 'suburban', actually."

"Anywhere I like, thanks."

Oh... oh. Gross?

He doesn't see the disgust tearing my face into two perfect halves right now, but my silence must be enough as he laughs. The sound is directly into the phone, and harsh on my poor eardrums. Ugh... "Oh for gods sake... What are we? Fourteen years old?? Come on- why'd you call?"

"Uhhhh... " Quickly, midway through that drawn out 'um' sound, Freddy's voice transitions, and gets a whole lot darker. Something deep in his chest dislodging, to make it so. Perhaps, his heart. "Well... you might wanna come and see for yourself."

"Uh, I don't think so. I have somewhere to be right now- "

"Oh well you don't, anymore." And its clear what he isn't saying- or else I'll tell Harrison about Carter and set your life on fire. "Tell your boy toy you're takin' a reign check for the day. I think you'll last. In fact... after you come over here, you might be out of the game for a couple a hours at least- maybe days."

Hold on, hold on Freddy what the fuck- "What!?"

"... Believe it or not, I didn't actually mean for that one."

Moron.

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Nevertheless, no matter how just... off setting, Freddy is, I had to when he asked. I had to jump when he said so.

Because if not, then he would tear my life apart.

So here I am, about to knock on that big red door he lives behind, wondering what I'm walking into. Where's Loretta? Where's Kathy? How long will the visit be? I told Carter I'd be an hour or two late- any longer and I wont see him at all today. Which would absolutely suck.

Just after my knuckles come down on the wood the first time, a hand comes down on my shoulder and I immediately jump out of my skin... then slowly look around.

There's Freddy, a cheeky grin on his face. It does nothing to set my nerves at ease. "Ugh... Why are you out here?"

"We're going to the backyard. Lets go." Taking me by the shoulders, he marches me around the side of the house, instead of through it for some reason, and into the familiar backyard. I've been here numerous times, as Loretta likes to hold our club meetings here - Barbecue's, tea's... that sort of thing. Just to let the kids play together and so the adults can enjoy some adult conversation. Its a nice yard... but depending on what her horrid husband is about to show me, it may not be considered as such anymore... - , but I'm now starting to develop a sick feeling in my stomach.

Honestly- I don't know much about Freddy at all. Yes, I went to school with him, but that doesn't mean much when he was a freaky loner kid the whole time. I remember he killed the class hamster once- that's about the only splash he ever made in the news pool; But it definitely stuck.

Yes, Loretta cleaned up his image a fair bit since getting married, but now he's blackmailing me, and as far as I know I'm now alone with him.

Suspicious of him suddenly, I slip out of his grip with a dirty look flashed his way. Don't touch me.

He just rolls his eyes, leading me around some hedges.

And then everything stops.

Him, me, the air; The air around me, the breeze, the breath in my throat.

There lays Loretta, on the ground. If I was really really naïve, I could imagine she were sleeping... or passed out, at least, due to the way she's sprawled out. No one would lay down like that willingly.

But... her eyes are open.

For a moment I'm tempted to kneel down; Take a closer look. Find out how, myself. Is she bleeding anywhere that I cant see now? Are her lips turning blue? If I moved some short red hair out of the way- would their be marks on her neck yet?

But then I come to my senses...

And freak. The fuck. O u t.

"What, the fuck, did you do!?" I whip around, looking at Freddy now which entirely new eyes. I mean, before I sure wasn't fond- but now I'm filled with something new, looking at him. Something a lot worse, something that makes me want to run. Run, and hide, and stay there.

And all these, even though he hasn't really changed. He still wears a mischievous smirk, stony blue eyes eating up my reactions... like always. But this time its just so so much worse. "Made some dead weight- now you're gonna help me get rid of it. So!" Finally, though its been only a matter of seconds, he turns his gaze off of me and I'm glad. That gaze is far too heavy. "Ideas?"

Only for a moment am I lost for words, struggling to push anything out. "I... I'm sorry??"

His gaze returns to mine, but this time my eyes are hard as his are dark. "Help. Me. Get rid of her. Fucking. Body. Or do you want your dirty laundry aired for the whole community to hear?"

Before I can help myself, I let out a sharp laugh, only succeeding in making Freddy's scowl deeper. "Freddy- this secret's a lot bigger, then mine. Sure, I might get divorced- but you're going to prison!" Does he get that? He's g o i n g to j a i l. Crossing my arms, I try to avoid looking at my ex-friend's body. I cant. "I'm sure as hell not gonna be in there with you, for being an accomplice."

I really cant look at her... I can only focus on Freddy. And that takes a lot of energy- its taking everything in me, in fact. Everything I have. But I have to. If its him or her, there's no choice.

But... then a creepy smile spreads across his face- a vast polarity to the frustrated glower of before. It makes my blood run cold.

"Ohhhh..." He looks almost ferocious, even in his composed state. Like a monster. Like any moment a fanged, inhuman creature is going to burst out of him and I'm going to wake up, and this will have been a nightmare. A horrible nightmare. The kind where that creature haunts me for a long time, after its over. After this over.

He's going to haunt me.

"You must think this is my first time... " My heart turns to ice, mouth hanging a little open... what the fuck have I found myself a part of!? Suddenly all the children's disappearances on the news lately come to the forefront of my brain... "Sweetheart, give a man his dues. I'm a hard working kinda guy... " I watch his gaze flicker to a door - the back door? No... The basement door, - and when a filthy smirk pulls at his mouth, my heart flies up into my throat. God, it makes me feel sick. I want to be violently ill. "My first was my adoptive Dad... pretty sick, huh?"

The fact that he didn't say anything about the basement, makes my imagination go wild. I swallow it down, though.

I just need to get out of here, and never think about this again.

And to do that I need to help Freddy get rid of this goddamn body- and... probably... testify at court... As the panic starts to finally rise up in my, right up to fill my throat, I immediately take in a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Okay... " No time to freak out. Now's the time for action.

Gaze flickering to Loretta again, I try to acclimatise to the sight. I think its a lost cause, though. "How did you get rid of him? Your Dad?"

"No, that's not gonna work. He was a drunk dead beat, and I just had to tell the police some guy's he owed money to came over to the house." Freddy grins happily at the memory, but then just as quickly, scowls at his poor deceased wife's body- that certainly cant fight back. I just tack this onto the long list of reasons I hate him. "Lore's such a goddamn goody goody- we cant do the same thing. You don't think I woulda thought of that??"

"Hey." I snap, hands braced on my hips as I flash a glare his way. "This is not the time to get defensive!"

"Whatever... "

Then- suddenly, something occurs to me. Confused, I look around; A deeply horrified feeling disturbing my stomach. "Hold on... Where's your daughter?" Seeing no sign of her anywhere, I definitely start to panic again- especially when I look to Freddy and just see a pert look in his eyes as he looks back at me, a smile that strikes something horrid inside me. My eyes narrow. "You sick fuck- where the fuck is she!??"

"Under the bed."

"What the fuck does that mean!?" I exclaim, frustrated and freaking out. He did not- he did not! Killing your spouse is one thing, but the kid?? Your own kid??

I don't wait around for him to be cryptic some more, and rush right into the house to look for her. Under the bed, under the bed, under the fucking bed...? Which fucking bed!? Forcing ferocity out of my voice, I carefully call out to Kathy. Hoping to god she answers. I try to sound normal. Maybe a little bit cheerful; Excited.

But my voice wobbles.

"Kathy?? Sweetheart, its Y/N! Are you hiding? I have something for you... " ?? You have something for her, Y/N?? God... now you have to figure out some kind of treat.

You know what? Whatever. We'll figure that out later.

Lets just hope we aren't searching for a corpse. I'd definitely be sick, seeing a child... the way Loretta is...

Shaking my head and clenching my fists, I try to focus on Kathy.

I check under the bed in the guest room because it comes into view first and she isn't there, then her bedroom and she isn't there either... and get a sick feeling as soon as I enter the last bedroom. Freddy's and Loretta's.

God, I've never been in here before but its like a museum peace now. A horrible one. Like if you would walk into the Titanic... or the Borden house.

"Kathy? You in here?" Flicking on the light I kneel down on the ground, and check under the bed.

And something immediately crashes over me, as the sight of her covering her eyes down there. It isn't exactly relief, because this whole situation is still phenomenally fucked up for her, but I am selfishly glad to not have to see her body... crumpled, just like her mother.

"Hey sweetheart," My voice quivers slightly now, but I quickly swallow. No. No. Now, you must be strong Y/N. "Its just me. Your Daddy was looking for you, and couldn't find you! It got him worried!"

"I... I don't wanna see Daddy. He hurt Mommy." Kathy doesn't remove her hands from her face, and stays firmly by the wall- too far away for anyone to grab. My heart sinks.

Slowly straightening up again, I try to take that piece of information in. Turning to the doorway, I see Freddy there. he must have followed me. I didn't even notice. Slowly, and quietly ferociously, I say; "She saw?!"

He has the good sense to look embarrassed, even if it is just to make fun of me. "It was spur of the moment... " He shrugs. "I didn't have time to get a babysitter!"

What a fucking excuse. For gods sake.

I'm definitely dealing with a psycho- if that was even a question before now.

Swiftly, I look down under the bed again, because I'm afraid that if I continue to engage with him- I'll scream, and I'll lose my breath, and I'll scare Kathy even more. She's at the forefront of my mind; That's all I can think about.

But what to do with her after I get her out from under this bed, I don't know. I cant give her back to her father... but I cant hand her over to the police either because that would involve telling them about Loretta, and... Freddy will definitely kill me, for that.

This is a nightmare of a situation.

I'm just opening my mouth to say something - what, I don't know yet, - when she speaks, instead. "Is he there?"

"... Yes." I wont lie to her; That would be treating her with not nearly as much respect as she deserves.

When she takes a deep breath and rubs her eyes, as if just trying to keep herself together, my heart clenches. God... and to think I might not have picks up Freddy's call today. I would have been leaving her with this. For the first time today, I'm morbidly glad I came.

She speaks in that loud, hissy way that kids think is a whisper. "Can he... can you please make him go away?"

Immediately I straighten back up and look to Freddy again, my eyebrows raised halfway up my forehead. Like well? "Get out."

"I don't think you're in a position to make demands here, bi- "

"Do you want Kathy to live down there now!??" I snap, trying not to be scared. Not really feeling scared, actually. Just happy to have a reason to tell him to get the hell away from me.

A deep frown creases his mouth, deeply unhappy about the situation, but steps back. I only hear him step out of the way of the door, but its good enough. Quickly, I get up and close the door - fighting with myself not to slam it, - and lock it.

Then I return to the floor, and see this time Kathy has uncovered her eyes. She looks so small, smaller then she actually is, and she looks like she's shaking. Little red bows and piggy tails in her hair are messy from crawling under the bed. "He's gone, sweetheart. And I locked the door."

She just nods, so I take the silence as a chance to offer my hand to her. "Take my hand, sweetie? Come on out from under the bed. Its cold down there, and no one wants you getting sick." I need to upkeep the family friend bit, I need to sound caring and collected. I need her to trust me.

Her big eyes, not Loretta's colour or Freddy's, look nervous as hell. And she shakes her head.

Taking a deep breath, and I conjure all the sincerity as I can. And mean it. My eyes soften and I try really hard, to resent myself as someone trustworthy- which is hard, seeing as I've never really been that. I mean, I'm cheating on my husband. I told Carter today the same lie I told Harrison when i knew I was going to be late. The only person I think who knows the truth behind all my lies is Freddy. That says something about a person, that the only person who knows them is a psychopath.

But I want to, I need to, be good for this little girl. And there's no time for me turn my life around so it has to start with this. How fucked is that?

"... I promise, I'll take care of you. He wont hurt you."

After a few whole minutes, in which I stay silent because yes she's a child, but she's still thinking, she crawls over and takes my hand, letting me lead her out. Crawling into my lap as I cross my legs under her, she buries her face in my shirt- hiding. "You promise?"

Taking a deep breath, because I've really done it now, I offer my pinky for her to see if she turned her head. I know Freddy's listening to all of this through the wall, but I try not to freak out. "Pinky swear?"

"Pinky swear." She peaks out from my shirt, and curls her little finger around mine. Okay... "Y/N... I'm scared."

"Yeah... Me too, sweetie."

What am I going to do?

[linawritesocs]

vance's chats!

i wrote lesson chats for our local gamer skater fourth wall breaking boy!

[ the princess of gaming and racing]

"hey, hey, do you want to hear a story?"

"okay, so once upon a time, there was this little girl, who loved racing, it was her biggest passion, it made her feel alive!"

"but sadly, she never was allowed to do it. you see, the king of the country she lived in, thought it would be too dangerous for her. and the girl got bullied by other participants, because she wasn't as good as them."

"but she kept trying, she knew that racing was something she was meant to do in this life. she even used some.. well, not really morally correct decisions to achieve her dream. she had to cheat, she had to steal, but she was fine with it if doing those things could let her race with others."

"she had to go through a lot, for example, that king made her best friend betray the girl and refuse to help her! but in the end, they were able to reconcile and it also turned out that the king was the bad guy all along, he never truly cared for the girl and her safety, he was just trying to control her!"

"and, and, there's also another plot twist! that girl was actually a princess and this is why the "king" never let her take part in that race! he didn't want her to realize her true power and that she's the one who's supposed to rule this place and not him!"

"isn't that amazing? when people remembered that she was the princess, they stopped bullying her and sincerely apologized for all the things they said to her. and she was loved by everyone and she got the best ending she could possibly get!"

"huh? you think the last line sounded weird? oh, i forgot to tell you about the biggest plot twist this story has!"

"all of this was actually a game from the start! none of this ever happened in real life, the girl, her best friend and the king were just game characters!"

"but it felt real to you, isn't it? you actually felt sorry for the girl and you genuinely wanted her to achieve her dream."

"but in the end, none of her efforts ever mattered. all of it was just a game. she lived in a fictional world from the start."

"anyway, i hope you liked this story!"

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[ sugar rush incident ]

"have i told you that i'm actually not allowed to eat sweets or any sugary food?"

"you see, the thing is that i tend to get very, VERY energetic when i eat something like that."

"i start running around, jumping, talking too much and my brain stops working properly."

"and then, when it's over, i don't remember anything that happened! so yeah, it can be kinda awkward sometimes."

"wait, what do you mean by "you always act like that, so it's not really a big difference"?? i'm always so chill, i act better than that!"

"i think you'll take your words back once you see what happens to me after i eat something sweet."

"no, it's not like i'm trying to make you buy me sweets, why would i do that?? haha.."

"but like.. if you want to see just how calm my usual self is, compared to that one, feel free to buy me something sweet later~"

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[ vance's big brother ]

"oh, oh, you wanna know more about my big brother?"

"sure, i'll tell you about him! he's so cool, of course, you would be interested in him!"

"okay, so he graduated from nrc recently. like very recently, a year ago!"

"he was a savanaclaw student and he was really good at p.e, like me! yes, i'm actually very strong, even though i'm so short and cute!"

"but we're not talking about me right now. he was a very talented student, but he didn't have that many friends. he had, like, zero of them."

"you see, he had some really bad anger issues, just like our dorm leader! so he was very intimidating and people didn't want to be friends with him, which is a shame, because he's so kind, once you get to know him!"

"but he told me that he didn't mind that and he enjoyed his school life here. i.. i don't believe him though. no, i mean, i think he really did enjoy his time at nrc. but i don't think he was okay with having no friends."

"i also feel bad when i make friends here, it's easy for me to do it, i'm so cute after all! but my brother wasn't so lucky and people didn't like him as much as they like me."

"but i asked him about it and he said that he's happy for me and he wants me to make as many friends as i can. so i will do just that and i won't disappoint him! i don't want my brother to worry about me!"

"by the way, you're my friend too, right?"

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[ dorm leader's worries ]

riddle: "ah, vance, be careful!"

vance: "sorry about that, riddle-senpai! hehe, i almost fell again.."

riddle: "vance, how can you be so careless? what if you actually hurt yourself?"

vance: "it's okay, it's okay, don't worry about me! my hp is almost full, i won't lose a lot if i fall right now!"

riddle: "hp? what is.. wait, i don't think i want to know."

vance: "i forgot that you don't know the secret of this world! sorry about that, dorm leader!"

riddle: "the secret of.." *sigh* "vance, i don't think i will ever understand you and what you're saying."

vance: "there, there! you'll understand it someday! i'll make sure everyone here learns the secret of this strange world eventually!"

vance: "now, i'm sorry, but i have to go! i wanted to teach one person to skateboard today and i don't want to keep them waiting! after all, this is what our dorm all about, we must never be late!"

riddle: "i'm glad that vance is so punctual and he's almost never late, but still.. i can't help but worry about him."

riddle: "how does trey understand him so well? i should ask him later."

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[ i'm a vice dorm leader number two! ]

vance: "hey, how is my fellow vice dorm leader doing?"

trey: "ah, vance, it's you. i'm fine, just finally got some free time."

vance: "i see, good for you! then i will do some vice dorm leader's work while you rest!"

trey: "haha, you don't have to do that. don't you have some games you wanted to play today?"

vance: "i can play them later! right now i want to help trey-senpai, it's only fair for me to do that as a vice dorm leader number two!"

trey: "you really like to be called that, don't you? even though you're only a freshman?"

vance: "hehe, thanks to my unique magic, i'm very helpful to this dorm, so i think i'm basically a second vice dorm leader here!"

trey: "but if you think about it, cater's unique magic is kind of similar to yours. he can also be in several different places at the same time, but he just clones himself, meanwhile you can actually teleport and do it very quickly."

vance: "yes, and that's why i'm better than cater-senpai! his clones do all the work and i do everything myself!"

trey: "sure, sure. you really is a huge help to us.. well, compared to some other freshmen."

trey: "have you ever thought about becoming a dorm leader one day?"

vance: "nah, i don't think i'd be a good one. way too much responsibility, way too much work! i'd rather be a humble vice dorm leader, who lives to serve the true leader!"

vance: "so sit back, while i do your work!.. wait, what did you have to do today, can you remind me?"

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[ magical wheel enthusiasts ]

vance: "deuce-kun! deuce-kun! there you are!"

deuce: "vance, you scared me! do you need something?"

vance: "it's time for our "not-really-a-club-but-it's-still-a-magical-wheel-club-in-my-heart" club meeting!"

deuce: "b-but i never heard about it before!"

vance: "yeah, i came up with it today. sorry, i should've told you about it before."

deuce: "wait, vance.. does that mean that you made your own club?? i'm so proud of you! and you made me your first member? i promise i won't-"

vance: "did you hear the first part of what i've said? you're so silly! i said that "it's not really a club"! that guy with a weird mask told me that we can't have a magical wheel club in this school, so it's not official, but we can just sit in this class and talk about our favorite vehicles!"

deuce: "a guy with a weird mask.. ah, you mean the headmaster! but vance, aren't you going against the rules? i mean, you didn't get a permission from him.."

vance: "so you don't want to talk to me about our favorite vehicles.. and i thought that we were friends! i thought that we were bffs, deuce-kun!"

deuce: "no, no, i want to talk to you about them and you're very important to me! but i just don't want the dorm leader to be mad.."

deuce: "you know what, forget it! we're just talking about our interests, right? what's so bad about that?"

vance: *sniff* "so we can start our "not-really-a-club" club meeting now?"

deuce: "yes, i'd love to! i have so much i want to talk about!"

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[ finally, a worthy opponent! ]

vance: "ortho-kun, do you think ignihyde would be a better dorm for me?"

ortho: "well, you love games a lot, just like many ignihyde students, so i think you'd definitely find some friends there!"

ortho: "in fact, i think you and my big brother would get along very well!"

vance: "i'm not sure about that. yeah, we have similar interests, but our personalities are so different!"

ortho: "you two are not so different! your manner of speech is almost the same as my big brother's! you're just more extroverted than him!"

vance: "hm, now that i remember, he does talk like me sometimes."

vance: "maybe he also knows the secret of this world?.."

ortho: "the secret of this world? what is it?"

vance: "ah, sorry, i was just talking to myself! anyway, if you think me and your big brother would get along, i'll try to talk to him!"

ortho: "about that.. i don't think you should try talking to him. why not play a game with him instead?"

vance: "you're right, i forgot that your big brother is like THAT. okay, then tell him that i'm fine with any game he wants to play!"

vance: "but i'd love to play against him too.."

ortho: "ohh, you two playing against each other would be so interesting! but my big brother won't go easy on you!"

vance: "i wouldn't expect anything less from him!"

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Hello Guys Gals and Non-Binary Pals, welcome to part one of an incredibly intriguing theory which none of you might agree with but I'll be making part 2 regardless. This theory is inspired by the super carlin brothers Hans is a mirror theory.

This Part Will Be About Thomas and how he mirrors his sides.

Whilst Part 2 Will Be About Roman and his unhealthy projection method.

Also, this is pure speculation and how I interpret certain cannon moments so, please drop down your thoughts respectfully.

The Mirror Theory Part 1

Something I've noticed about Sander Sides is that Thomas seems to mirror Patton's behaviour a lot. He also at certain times has acted like the other sides. Hmm, what if Thomas mirrors the behaviour of the side who has the most influence on him. So his behaviour depends on who he listens too. Logan and Roman Stans prepare to cry. Let's dig deeper.

Patton

Being Thomas's Morality and Emotions, of course, Patton has the most influence on Thomas. He is the leader of the group. Now I believe the only thing that didn't influence Thomas's behaviour was Patton's friendship with Virgil until after Accepting Anxiety.

So I have a few moments of Thomas mirroring Patton's behaviour.

In earlier videos, Thomas is full of enthusiasm and energy. However, over time, his enthusiasm dies down to the point he looks really unhappy during svs. This definitely represents how Patton with all the drama has beginning to feel guilty and sad.

An obvious one is that Thomas always seems to only tell off Roman for his rude antics. He doesn't call out the other sides (Another theory about that soon)

He always interrupts Logan and ignores his contributions a lot. Patton use to listen to Logan but slowly over time he began to interrupt Logan as well as the other sides. Implying Thomas doesn't think rationally a lot.

In svs, he mirrors Patton's disappointment that the wedding didn't go well. Thomas mirrors Patton's journey in learning that Selfishness is ok. Also he like Patton trusts Janus without a thought. Thomas also when Roman lashes out you can tell like Patton he looks frustrated and disappointed in Roman. Patton gets fed up and interrupts Roman venting and lashing out. Thomas also doesn't defend Roman when Janus saids the comment that shall not be named.

In most videos, Thomas always takes Patton's side. This shows that Patton is the leader of the sides and is listened to by Thomas the most.

Virgil

We don't know how Thomas reacted to that reveal or if he disowned Virgil but in previous videos, we can see that Virgil is getting listened to by Thomas.

Both are eager for Roman and Logan to stop fighting, in fact, they are annoyed by it. Thomas constantly helps Virgil fit in and as a result, himself becomes snarky. Despite the twist, we can see through his behaviour that he's accepting Virgil.

Also, he may not have been in putting others first but "Princey, I say this politely but that was the most stupidest thing you've ever said." seems like something Virgil would definitely say.

Remus

Easy Thomas has never once mirrored Remus's behaviour so are poor rat-man isn't listened to.

Janus

Ok this one is very subtle but you can see that Thomas has accepted by the end of pof. During the scene where Thomas interacts with Marry and Lee, you can tell through how he's acting that Patton and Janus are working together. It's a sign that Janus will have an equal say as Patton.

So in my opinion, I think Patton and Janus will become the leaders of the light sides.

Logan

Unfortunately, Thomas has never ever mirrored Logan at all. Think about it the only time he acted like Logan was when Logan sunk out angrily after Moving On Part 1. In moving on part 2 Thomas realises he should have taken Logan's advice so because of that this is the only time Logan is able to influence Thomas.

Thomas normally makes choices by looking his how his heart feels. So yeah Thomas makes very irrational decisions and experiences cognitive distortions.

Roman

Okay so like Logan we can tell based on this theory that he is not listened to at all. Thomas is not that prideful at all, sure Thomas is passionate but he isn't as dramatic or bold as Roman. Thomas is a pretty chill dude and has no flamboyance to him what so ever. However Roman is listened to a tad more than Roman because it's thanks to Roman that Thomas has a successful career. The only time we've seen Thomas mirror Roman is during the I'm in a Disney Show episode. Both were extremely excited that they managed to get this. I don't count svs because the excitement faded when Patton said it's on the same day as the wedding. Also, Thomas definitely doesn't do rude nicknames. He's both given Virgil and Janus a chance whilst it did and will take a while for Roman too. The only time Character Thomas has been rude is interrupting and silencing. Yeah, poor Character Thomas has no self-esteem like Roman. So in conclusion compared to Logan, Roman only has a little bit of an influence on Thomas.

So if you find any more evidence to add to this theory than please let me know. Part two will certainly be interesting. This is all just my opinion, please respect if you post your thoughts be constructive. I would love to know your guy's thoughts on this I mean we already knew Patton had full control so yeah.

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BUMMER SUMMER || peter parker; ch eight

read ch seven here

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an; my back has been killing me lately and all i wanna do is sleep you guys it’s no good. but i’ll tell you what is good...yellow starbursts. i’m losing my mind, enjoy the chapter :))

warnings; mentions of battle wounds (i.e. blood/scars/etc), future smut, mature language, fluff, angst, both peter and oc are 18+!!

word count; 2.3k+

edie's pov

peter and i sit together on the edge of the bed for what feels like forever. my head rests on his shoulder as he gently rocks me back and forth and his hands rub small circles along my back. neither of us say a word as seconds turn to minutes and the rise and fall of our chests settle in sync with one another.

i want to push away the small seed of doubt that brews in my stomach. it crawls up and wraps itself around my heart, squeezing just enough so i won't forget it’s there. i can't help but wonder why this is happening, and why now? my heart stings at the possibility that this was just under circumstance. the fact that we are the only two people here and he may see me as his only form of...release. but i knew peter wasn't like that. he isn't.

peter's lips move to my ear, "i'm so sorry, edie." he whispers. i raise my head slowly, all the nerves and doubt rise to the surface of my brain.

"wh-what?" i say doe-eyed. my arms unclasp from behind his neck and i begin to slide off of his warm, inviting lap. before i can, his grip on my waist tighten and he pulls me back to his chest, impossibly close. i ignore the throb in my side.

"look at me, please." he begs. i meet his gaze and swallow thickly, giving him a tiny nod to continue, "i can't tell you how...horrible i feel that this happened to you," he pauses to lift my shirt up ever so slowly and trace my side, "i know it was my turn to go out a-and this wouldn't have happened if i just talked to you." peter's voice cracks as he says the words and his eyes begin to water. the glassy look in them make my stomach twist.

my lips turn downward in a frown, this is not what i was expecting, "you couldn't have known," i reply, confused at his guilt, "i'm glad it was m-me and not you," i say matter-of-factly, my eyes begin to water along with his.

peter moves his hands onto either side of my face, holding me there gently, "what are you talking about? i would've been completely healed by now, without as much as a scratch. edie, i wish every second that passes it was me." i frown more at this.

"but i'm getting through it. just because my body isn't enhanced like yours doesn't mean i can't get back up just as strong. it happened to me, peter. i have to live with this and i don't want you wishing it upon yourself." this time i slide completely off his lap and onto my own feet. his hands reach out for me, but i step back and shake my head.

"no, peter, im serious. and-" i stop talking before i can finish my thought, not wanting the words to hit the space between us. peter pushes back.

"go on, what were you going to say?" he presses, rising to his own feet. i shake my head vigorously, "it doesn't matter."

"yes. it does." he says, his voice growing deeper. i continue to shake my head. i don't want to say it, because if it's true- it would hurt more than getting stabbed in the side.

"just say it!" he snaps at me as his hands come up to grip my upper arms. i yelp and stumble back at the force of it. my body shakes as i throw his hands away from me.

"i can't! i don't want to believe that you're doing this out of pity because of this stupid scar. or that you're only touching me because you're bored of touching yourself! i don't even know why you would want to. i mean, have you fucking seen it?" i yell, my voice cracking, finally spilling out the toxic thoughts that have been eating away at me. i'm so exhausted.

peter takes a step back, away from me, "is that what you think this is?" he whispers. his eyes hold nothing but sorrow.

"i don't know, pete." i reply, absolutely defeated. without thinking, i back up to the wall and slide down until my butt hits the floor. when wet paint meets with my skin, i groan and shove my head into my hands. nothing seems to make sense anymore. does peter really feel something for me? am i the blind one?

soon enough, peter crouches in front of me. he gently pushes my legs apart so that he can rest between them. and i let him. he brings his hands to rest on the wall by either side of my head. he leans in close, i can feel his breath on my cheeks. i lower my own hands and look at him, challenging him to say something, anything. his eyes flicker over my face, resting on each feature until they land on my lips. i absentmindedly part and wet them with my tongue. he meets my eyes again and leans in until our noses touch.

"believe me when i say this, edie wolfe, you will always be so much more to me than this," he moves one hand, now covered in wet paint, to trace my scar covered side, the cold liquid makes me shiver. i nod my head slowly, choosing not to say a word.

instead, i lean in towards him until our lips ghost over each other. i shiver again at the mere of idea of him closing the gap and making this real. all my efforts to push away my feelings are failing me. and that's okay. i want it to be real. i want to push away all the doubt and fear and just feel him.

in a beautiful moment, peter finally leans in the rest of the way and his slightly chapped lips meet mine in a soft kiss. it’s not a long embrace. he pulls back and tries to speak, but i'm too quick too connect our lips again. i need this. i need him.

i eagerly place one hand on his bicep and the other around his neck, pulling him into me. his other paint covered hand comes to rest on my cheek, making me gasp at the chill.

my slightly parted lips give no objection to peter as he takes advantage of the opportunity and slips his tongue in, deepening the kiss. his grip on my side tightens and i arch my back into his body, suddenly finding him too far away. he eagerly grabs both of my hips and hastily flips us around so that his back is to the wall and i'm sitting in his lap once again. my hands steady themselves on the wall and are quickly covered in paint just like his.

i want to say the moment stayed sweet and soft, but neither one of us could hold back as the kiss grew hot and needy. i slip my hands in peter's hair and tug on the roots, causing him to utter a moan that tightens the coil in my stomach. wanting to hear him more, i tug harder and suck his bottom lip between my teeth, biting down lightly. when he lets out a deep groan from the back of his throat, i smile with satisfaction against his lips.

"oh shut up." he whispers and moves to suck on my jaw. i let out a sigh as he trails kisses from my neck to my collarbone, stopping every so often to bite down and leave a mark on my now flushed skin.

"i like it when you do that." i whisper softly and breathily, hoping i'm loud enough for him to hear. he bites down harshly on my neck and it makes me suck in a harsh breath of air.

"oh really?" he asks, his lips trailing back up to mine, leaving a light kiss before he moves to my ear, "i quite like the feeling of you right here." he teases and gently bites at my earlobe. then he grinds his hips up into mine and we both let out moans into the hot air shared between us.

"do that again." i plead, with my eyes closed and lips trailing to bite at his shoulder.

"yes ma'am." he replies back, causing me to smile as he raises his hips up to grind against my own. it's then that i finally notice the prominent feeling of him pressed against my core, separated by only a few layers of fabric. i groan at the feeling and the thought of those layers no longer being a hinderance.

peter pulls me in for one more kiss before speaking again, "now do you see what you do to me, wolfie?" i nod my head sheepishly, finding it hard to come up with the right words. my cheeks flush and i lean in for more of his electrifying embrace, but he stops me short.

"we should quit right here before i get carried away." he says, out of breath, his eyes filled with lust- it makes them look almost black.

"what if i want you to get carried away?" i tease, my moral compass tipping over its limits, and this time i move my hips down into his, hoping to relieve the pressure building up inside of me.

he clicks his tongue at me, "tsk, tsk, don't want to get too crazy so soon." his eyes twinkle with mischief.

before i can even react, he swipes two paint covered fingers across my cheeks and lets out a hearty laugh. i look at him in disbelief before i grab for the paint tray, slapping my entire hand into it and running it down the length of his face. peter's shocked face only lasts a second before the mischief returns.

i squeal and jump up from his lap, just missing his stretched out arms as he tries to grab me. i race to the other side of the room and into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

with a huge smile, i yell, "ha! try and catch me now." with which he just slowly waltzes up to the door and jiggles the locked doorknob.

"don't you remember when i ripped your door off it's hinges last night?" he says pointedly. my smile drops at the truth of his words.

"pfft, well, i need to take a shower. so you'll just have to go solve your little...problem on your own, peter parker!" i yell from the back of the bathroom and turn on the shower. i can't stop the smirk that spreads across my face at the thought of him still rock hard beneath his shorts.

i hear a huff behind the door, "i would never force you to do anything you didn't want to do," peter pouts. i laugh at the silly boy.

"i know you wouldn't, pete, but i am gonna take a shower. somehow the paint got alllll over me." i reply, playing the innocent card. he chuckles from his spot.

"okay, wolfie. i'll see you for dinner, yeah?" he asks softly.

i nod my head with a dumb smile on my face before remembering he can't see me, so i call out, "where else would i be?"

i listen to his footsteps until they're down the hall and out of earshot. i close my eyes and let out a deep breath of relief, leaning against the bathroom sink.

peter's pov

after sheepishly walking back to my own room and cleaning the paint away from my skin, i flop on the bed and take care of my own situation. a part of me is relieved i can let my thoughts drift to edie without feeling guilty for the way i think about her. at least i think i can? i don't know, is it okay now?

shaking the thought away, i, yanno, finish, and make my way to the kitchen to whip something up for the both of us. i dance my way through grabbing all the ingredients i need as i hum an old song.

my groove is interrupted by an angry red alarm blaring throughout the room. i snap out of it and run to the nearest control board on the wall, trying to search for what had tripped the alarm.

a red circle envelopes one of the back doors that leads to the outdoor training grounds. without hesitation, i run to the door and stop short when i see no one there. still, i cautiously survey the area and stand my ground.

as i thought before, there's no one in sight. not one person or animal or anything. i begin to walk away when a piece of paper stands out on the tile floor. it must have been pushed under the door. i pick it up and read through the handwritten words- ten, twenty times before my heart sinks into my feet.

'glad to see your girl has healed up quite nicely. don't you worry though- we're not done yet.'

footsteps come running from around the corner and i turn sharply on my heel to see edie, soaking wet and wrapped up in a towel.

"what was that? is everything okay?" she says, eyes wide and curious. i quickly hide the crude note behind my back and swallow, it feels like i'm trying to digest a rock.

"n-nothing. just the mailman, he came to the wrong door and it set off the alarm. nothing to worry about here." i say, hoping i played that off well, but i know she can see right through me.

i don't even think we have a mailman.

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