#[redacted-2] is not the only nickname option

[nellectronic]

people who have changed their names. how do you Know

[autisticempathydaemon]

Hi! I’m here for the redacted boy pairing, I saw it on your blog and honestly wasn’t going to submit, until I read the questions and thought that they were super fun, unique, and interesting! The song I’m fixated on at the moment is This is what Autumn Feels Like by JVKE. The lyric I always look towards too whenever I play it is “Love is like riding a bike, scary but then it’s alright. I got the hang of it, right?” Because I feel like it’s a pretty good analogy! And I definitely relate to always wondering whether or not you’re doing something correctly 😅. My Enneagram Type is 6 apparently (I took the test just now) and I’m an ENFJ if that helps. I don’t think I’ve ever gone out of my way to listen to a ‘gargantuan YouTube essay’ but I do enjoy hearing people ramble about their interests if that’s similar! My childhood imaginary friend was Lucy from Narnia, I used to imagine that we would go horseback riding and I would run away to Narnia with her and never come back. To fall asleep I usually stay up watching shows (current obsession is criminal minds) or doing things like that and then passing out, though if I can’t sleep I usually just count until my brain shuts off. I would love the name Adrianna. I just think it’s really pretty and it has a lot of nickname options! Which is one of the few things I dislike about my current name, there are like 2 things you can call me to shorten it and one of them reminds me too much of my dad for me to feel comfortable with people using it. I think my favorite audio is either the decorating for the solstice one with David (I’m feral for the way he explains it all and then goes out of his way to tell Angel that he doesn’t want them to feel left out and that they’re the most important part of his life!!) or the one where Vincent tells Lovely about the monarchal summit (oh the foreshadowing) and about his first time there (I think it’s called Cuddling with your Vampire bf but I could be wrong). The Redacted boys I don’t get the hype for but don’t necessarily hate are Ollie (sorry dude, I’m sure you’re sweet and all but it’s just not my cup of tea) and Vega (I do actually dislike him! Everyone talks about this one video of him in the imperium but I’m too scared to watch the whole imperium and no one has given me a clear answer on what video it is that he’s not a ass). I’ve read the Lunar Chronicles (highly recommend) so many times that I practically know them by heart. I have a soft spot for twisted Fairy Tales and LET ME TELL YOU THEY DO IT SO WELL! This may be an odd answer but I’d want Damien as my best friend. I feel like we have a lot in common and I love me a sarcastic but incredibly driven kinda guy, that’s how a lot of my friends are. I don’t have a go-to topic when I tired, but everyone can tell because I start giggling like crazy, as if everything is funny 🥲. My gas station drink is the Cumberland farms slushies, I would mix the blue and red to make purple. I’m a sucker for the Spotify daily mixes tbh, bc I don’t have premium and they offer me the most amount of control as far as changing the song, replaying it, and only listening to the ones that I want to, plus it’s curated which I very much enjoy. My guilty pleasure media is probably in part Redacted 😅 but also I enjoy SOME Yandere stories that I find on like fanfic websites. And I’m talking about like ‘log this person is so dedicated to you! How fun! 🤩’ I usually scroll past when it’s like an actually ab-sive situation or senario. I really enjoyed this thank you!! 😊

Sorry this is the same person who just submitted the last ask (the one with the imaginary friend being Lucy from Narnia) and of course after I submitted I thought of some extra to add 😭 sorry for the inconvenience, I just wanted to add that I’m an Aries and a huge swifty, have a good day!!

Hmmm, this is hard because I feel like ENFJs could really work so beautifully with a lot of people- at least, Redacted people. In the end, I decided to pair the Protagonist, the natural leader, with our favorite leader, David Shaw.

After all, ENFJs, Arieses, and Sixes can be summed up as confident, principled idealists, the kind of friend who takes charge and takes care of their own. You’d be a wonderfully extroverted contrast to David, the perfect mate of the pack Alpha. I also like David for you because Sixes tend to be motivated by a desire for stability and security in their lives, and… well, c’mon. He runs a security company. I need not say more.

In addition to the pun, there’s so many cute, little things that’d be charming about your life together. Criminal Minds marathons would be so fun with David; he strikes me as the type who can always guess the UNSUB, and he feels a strong kinship with Hotch. He wouldn’t really understand the Taylor Swift hype, but that wouldn’t stop him from pulling some security connections to get you killer seats when she tours close to Dahlia.

Song:

No matter where you are, I'll be there/ We can be the generation/ Who learns how to love/ Mistakes and empty promises/ Will never be enough/ So tear apart these giant hearts/ That beat inside us now/ Let's conquer the percentages/ And rise above the crowd/ And I won't let you fall (won't let you fall)

This song is one of the most down to earth yet romantic songs I know, and that’s why I like it for you and David. Fun fact, the duo who sings this are married, and this is the song they wrote and performed as their wedding vows. That’s the kind of heart-melting, ooey gooey lovey shit that I think suits David and his partner, because that man is a sap and not good at hiding it.

Runner-Ups:

Lasko, I like for you for two reasons. One, he could use a friend and partner like you, he needs it. Two, I can see him also being a Narnia kid growing up, so that’d be a really cute thing for y’all to bond over. Geordi, I also think could use a partner like you, but honestly he’s mostly a runner up because he’s my favorite Redacted boi to headcanon as a Swiftie.

note: it’s no inconvenience at all, lovey, you’re good 💚

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[pparkerpoetry]

Face Reality (Chapter 2)

Title: Maybe [redacted] Doesn’t Want to be Found (then why does he want it all back?)

Summary: Techno thinks he's been betrayed again, and hides his feelings. Tommy thinks that in his haste to save one friend, he lost another, and hides his big secret. Niki thinks he's gone and hides her grief. Tubbo thinks he'll return, and hides his need for comfort. Fundy thinks he's better off gone, and hides his rage.

Some of them are wrong, some get discovered, but the more time passes, the Dream SMP starts to think that Tommy may be right. They all accept it. Tommy doesn't.

Part 1 Part 3 Masterlist

[redacted] just earned the achievement: The End?

The message went forgotten in the night, fading away into the chat, only to be covered by the conversations of the morning. In the Arctic, though the two slept and dreamt of the land that their lost third had gone, they thought nothing of it. To them, it was just a dream. There was nothing to say about it, because to them, dreams were natural.

It never occurred to them that the dream was more an unconscious cry for help, and it never made them wonder who sent it. Maybe it never would.

The sun rose, shining onto the snow in hues of rose pink and orange as the animals began to wake, and in the cottage that had been so cheerful the day before, one inhabitant got up before the other.

The man that was awake was clothed in green, and he moved slowly as he waited for the exhaustion to leave his body. Perhaps he made a cup of tea, or maybe he sat down to read. Either way, it took him a while to make it out of the house.

When he did leave to brave the snow, it wasn’t with the intention to check on the teenage hybrid, but to make sure that the honey farm was working. 

It was only the distressed call of the enderman that Ranboo had caught that made him look over to the small shack.

Nothing looked out of place, but with a frown, he wandered over. After Edward had died, he missed the enderman’s presence. 

He didn’t even notice that the lump in the bed wasn’t a child. He didn’t notice the lack of hay in the corner. He didn’t notice that the pets were gone. He didn’t notice that there was no set of returning footprints. 

Philza made his rounds through all of the farms and returned to the cottage, letting out a huff of relief at the heat. He raised his head as he took off his cloak, meeting the gaze of his son who must have gotten up at some point while he was out. 

“Cold?” Techno asked, smiling.

“You bet, it’s colder than that one journey we did for the empire. You know, the one where we had to camp in the snow for a week?”

Techno nodded, and they were quiet as they mused on past memories. They couldn’t decide if those were better times, or if perhaps they had just changed.

The day continued, slow and relaxed, and was spent mainly conversing with villagers. They didn’t leave the building, but at some point in the late afternoon, Philza turned to Technoblade with a puzzled look on his face.

“Hey, I haven’t heard from Ranboo today. I usually at least see him wandering in the yard.”

Techno shrugged, and was about to respond, when there was a large clatter from above. They raced up the ladders, only to catch a young blond in the act of thievery. 

“Tommy?” Phil asked, and the teen in response flinched away, pressed against a wall, hiding his back.

Tommy wasn’t there out of spite, he wasn’t there to be mean. He was there in a desperate hope to survive, and if a little relocating of supplies ensured that his best friend didn’t lose his last life, then what was it in the grand scheme of things?

The next few days went by quietly in the snow, they didn’t go anywhere and no one came to visit them. They knew of a large fight that had happened, but they didn’t want any part of it, not even if Tommy was part of it.

They’d bide their time.

It was only after those few days that Philza wondered where Ranboo had gone. He wasn’t concerned, but he wondered if Ranboo had left for good. When he brought it up to Techno, he wasn’t sure if he liked the red glint in his eyes or not. 

That same afternoon, after the imprisonment of Dream, Techno looked into Ranboo’s shack for the first time. He crouched on the grass, and after a few minutes, he growled. He stood up as he unsheathed his axe, and met Philza’s eyes.

“He definitely left in a hurry. I expect we’ll find him with the old L’manberg crew, like everyone who we house here.”

It took some convincing for one of the two, but soon Technoblade was en route to the crater. No one knew it but him as a black shape soared in the air above him like a guardian angel.

If there was one thing that Techno didn’t like, it was traitors.

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They reached the more populated land and were almost immediately met with Tommy, clad in a bulky sweatshirt despite the sweltering heat.

“What do you want, Technoblade?” The teen asked. “Tubbo almost died, so I suggest that you leave and let me process what happened.”

Techno couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness at how broken the boy looked. He moved past it. “That’s alright, but unless you want to almost die, point me in the direction of a certain enderman hybrid.”

He looked threatening, with his axe slung over his shoulder and relaxed posture, as if murdering was a casual way to spend an afternoon. 

For him, it probably was. 

Tommy raised an eyebrow as he shifted uncomfortably in his layers. “Ranboo? Haven’t seen him in ages. Punz said he couldn’t find him, so we thought he was with you. Figured he was on your side, hated us or whatever. Is he not?” Tommy would be lying if he said he wasn’t scared for his friend, with Techno after him, but if the pink-haired man had made up his mind, there was nothing he could do. 

“Cut the bull, Tommy.” Phil said, stepping out from behind his son. “He hasn’t been at our place in days. We know you’re hiding him, we’ll find him eventually, there’s no use in stalling.”

Tommy’s confident grin slipped a little. “What d’you mean he hasn’t been there? I thought he had a house there? Why would he leave?”

Techno sighed. “If you’re not going to tell me, then I’ll just look myself. Bye, Theseus.”

The younger boy flinched at the nickname, and as he watched the pair leave, he couldn’t help but wish for simpler days when he could have gone to either for love. Instead, he went back to where Tubbo sat.

His mind wouldn’t let him rest, though.

“Hey Tubbo?” 

The boy who was sitting down, making a flower crown, hummed in response.

“Are you sure we haven’t seen Ranboo?”

Tubbo shrugged. “I’m sure he’ll turn up somewhere.”

Tommy waited another day before leaving to go somewhere. Or, rather, find someone. 

His destination wasn’t far away, but he took it slow for a multitude of reasons. First, his muscles still ached from his big fight, and two, he wasn’t all that sure that he was welcome in the place that he was traveling to. His mind was crowded, but something in him urged him to keep going. Something was wrong.

When he got to where he was going, he was greeted with tense silence. He broke it first.

“Hey, Niki.” She didn’t respond, but she turned to look down at him from her spot on the cobble tower she was making. “Listen, I know… I know we aren’t on the best of terms, but please tell me you’ve seen Ranboo.” He hated how his voice broke, like he was some child seconds away from tears. “You don’t even have to tell me where he is, if he wants to stay away, but please tell me he’s okay. I haven’t seen him in ages, and Techno’s hunting him. I need to make sure he’s not dead.”

That got Niki’s attention. She made her way down from where she had been and approached Tommy, who averted his eyes from the familiar coat that hung on her shoulders. 

“Ranboo’s missing?”

“Yeah.”

“Let me grab a few things. We need to find him.”

“So he’s not with you?” Tommy asked, looking up as Niki started walking away.

She turned to look at him, with a scared, sad look in her eyes. “No. I haven’t seen him since the… since everything went to shit.”

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It was a few days later. Niki and Tommy had gathered a group of people, but all of their searches came up with nothing. They were losing hope. 

Tommy had one last option, but he wasn’t sure if he liked it. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for it. He wasn’t sure if it would even work, but it was for Ranboo, so he’d do it. No one deserved to be out in the wilderness alone.

He took a few people with him, and they trekked for miles before it started snowing. It got colder, it got more harsh, and right before the others were ready to give up, a light shone in the distance. Almost as soon as it came into view the wind slowed a bit, making it easier to walk. 

The wood cabin wasn’t welcoming, but this was for Ranboo. Was he alone in the snow? Was it hurting him?

Tommy looked down and knocked on the door, picking at the sleeves of his sweatshirt, but he was sure the people in it knew he was there. 

He was right, and they were armed.

The boy raised his hands in surrender, and lifted his gaze to meet his… his father’s. He didn’t like the tears welling in his eyes and how genuine they were, but it got Phil to lower his sword. It gave him a chance.

“Phil, Ranboo, uh...” He stopped, cleared his throat and tried not to think of his friend lost in the wilderness. He wouldn’t cry. Not here. Not like this. Not with what was at stake.

“What is it, Tommy?” Phil asked, suddenly reminded of all the times Tommy had wandered to his bedside because of nightmares, and he wasn’t sure if he liked the similarities to now.

“It’s Ranboo- he- he’s-” water kept piling up, and he sniffed in an attempt to keep it at bay.

“Spit it out, Tommy.” Techno barked, but his axe was leaned against the wall. The child wasn’t a threat.

“Ranboo’s missing.”

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The cabin was lit, a sharp contrast to the darkness outside of it. A group of five huddled inside of it, talking in hushed tones. There was a father, a failed one, there was a son, the loved one, there was a girl so forgotten by the world that she vowed to make it remember her, there was a boy that once was a son but now only held secrets, and there was another boy who had only ever been second best. 

They talked of the boy, unloved by all except for catastrophe, who searched for love in the void of pain and only ended up worse off than he was before.

“Where’s Fundy?” Phil asked, noticing the lack of reminder of the other son he had failed.

Niki winced. “He didn’t want to come. And, uh, Tommy figured it would be best to not bring many people. Appear as unthreatening as possible.”

Techno glanced around the room. Tommy and Tubbo huddled together as if scared that the other would disappear at a moment’s notice or would drift away in the breeze, and Niki looked so small in the brown trench coat that looked so familiar… He shook that thought away. “I mean, you did succeed. But how do we know this isn’t all an act? How do we know that you aren’t just tricking us? What can you show so that we know you’re sincere?”

Phil almost stopped Techno, but something in him made him stop. 

Tommy sighed. He had really hoped this wouldn’t happen. He had really hoped it wouldn’t come to this. He had really hoped to just keep one more secret, but it looked like it wasn’t going to happen. He stood up, and he could feel Tubbo start to keep leaning over as he moved.

He took his sweatshirt over his head, and suddenly, it was dead quiet. 

If they'd had better hearing, they would only have heard hearts beating, tense breathing, and one lone, grey feather hitting the floor.

Philza took in a sharp breath. “Tommy?” The boy didn’t meet his eyes. Softer this time, “Tommy, when did this happen?”

The boy’s large wings moved to embrace himself as he avoided eye contact. “During exile.”

“And you didn’t tell me?” 

Tommy shrugged passively. “I didn’t think you’d care.”

“How’d you hide that from me?” Techno asked, doing his hardest to ignore the cacophony of his voices and the hurting in his chest at the thought of Tommy, cowering under his base, scared for his life, the pain of growing the wings still present, having gone through it all alone. The thought of Little Tommy, starving and hurt, huddling on the cold stone of his basement, all alone, with no one there for him. The thought of his brother-

Tommy’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “Guess you just never noticed.”

Something was wrong. That wasn’t right. “I would’ve noticed when I found you like a little raccoon. Now, we’ll ask you this again. When did this happen?” Techno asked.

The response was so quiet he almost didn’t hear it. He almost wished he didn’t. “While I was here.”

And suddenly, it was so much worse.

His little brother grew wings, right under his nose. His little brother bled through the pain, and cried, and lost any last grasp to his childhood, and all when he didn’t notice. His little brother was so scared of him that he didn’t even ask for help, he just went through it alone, because going through the trauma and hurt by himself was better than it would be with him. When had he become such a bad older brother?

“Oh, Tommy.”

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They met at the Fortress, although they hadn’t a clue what it was. It was almost funny, the irony of it all. Almost the whole server met at the Fortress with hesitant treaties to organize search parties for Ranboo, and the answer to it all was being used as their table. 

The deity watching them had to give them credit, they had a good plan. They would have succeeded in their mission if Ranboo had been where they searched, so it was a shame that he wasn’t. It was a shame that he had gone to drastic measures to make sure they’d never find him.

He had to give them credit, they searched for much longer than he thought they would have. But, like many things, it didn’t last. People lost hope, they gave up.

The people of the Badlands and the old members of the Dream Team were the first to give up. They didn’t have a connection that fueled them, so their fire fizzled out.

Fundy and some of the lesser members were next. He didn’t want to be there in the first place.

Everyone fell off, they stopped their searches, until it was just Niki, Tubbo, Techno, and Tommy. But, like many good things, it didn’t last.

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Niki stood up with a sigh, going to leave the room that they had gathered in. 

“Where are you going?” Tommy asked.

She hesitated to answer. “I don’t know, Tommy. I just think that we would’ve found him by now. I want him home as much as you do, but maybe… Tommy, maybe he just doesn’t want to be found.”

So, she left.

Tubbo was slow, but he followed too.

“Tubbo?”

“I’ll be back home. I’ve got to start dinner.” The boy said, not meeting Tommy’s eyes. 

It was quiet for a moment. “Techno, are you going to leave, too? Are you going to just give up like them?”

Technoblade didn’t answer right away, but he got Tommy standing. He slung an arm over the young boy’s shoulders and started walking with him. “C’mon, Theseus. We’ve got things we need to do.”

One by one, they all gave up. All except Tommy. Tommy knew there was something missing from the puzzle, and he had a feeling that Ranboo did want to be found. He wasn’t going to give up. He couldn’t. Not when Ranboo was all alone in the wilderness. 

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Time passed by, slowly, then it gathered speed. A week, followed by a month, followed by another, followed by a year. Ties began to heal, brought together by the loss of one of their own. 

Dream stayed in the prison. He would rot there, eventually, but not before he served his purpose. That’s not this story, though. This isn’t the story of Dream, it’s the story of a boy and his nightmares.

There were no enemies, no wars. At the very least, they tolerated each other. At the most, they became a family again. 

Tommy and Tubbo didn’t like being apart from each other for more than a few hours. Niki visited them sometimes, and he brought bread occasionally. Fundy would join her, maybe, or maybe all four would travel to a cottage in the snow for a few days.

Time passed, painfully for some. 

Tommy learned how to use his wings, how to fly. He learned why he felt so protective over his family, in his yearning for a flock to call his own. Tubbo trained with Techno, partially to work on forgiving, partially to be able to protect his family. Niki still wore the coat, even when it was old and torn and fraying. Fundy visited his father’s grave. He cried there, but in the end he felt better.

Time passed, but the memories of the forgotten one didn’t leave Tommy’s mind. He didn’t want to leave him alone.

It was towards the end of a visit, just Tommy and Tubbo at the cottage with Phil and Techno. It was a soft dusk, and quiet, too. Two sets of dark, feathered wings draped over the large couch, covering the four people as they lounged together, basking in the warmth that they preserved.

Tommy was tired, his eyelids drooping, a content trill in the back of his throat not quite making it out. As he drifted off, he heard the harsh chirp of an enderman, and his eyes opened a little, sleepily,  to look out of the window.

“Tommy?” Phil shifted from where he had been watching over the three others, waiting for an answer that didn’t come.

Tommy was staring directly at the enderman outside, in the boat, who was looking him right back in the eyes.

“Tommy?” Phil asked again, still not breaking his focus.

“Phil….” there was a soft hum. “Phil, how old is that enderman?”

Phil thought for a moment, before he sighed. “That’s uh, that’s actually one that Ranboo caught before he left. He might have accidentally made it mad, but he never liked killing them, so he caught it. Why?”

Tommy untangled himself from the pile of limbs and took a deep breath. “Was it there the night that he left?”

“Yea- Yeah, why?”

“Phil, that enderman might know where he went. We just need to talk to it.”

[thatoneweirdnerdygirl]

Template for High Tier Pastas and Original Characters:

Basics

Real Name: Athys Thomas-Wright

Nicknames: none

Pasta/Proxy Name: none

Operator: slenderman

Age: 19

Gender: female

Birthday: 10/27/?????

Species/Race: human

Sexuality: pansexual

Personality

Temperament: normally calm

Morals/Ethical Beliefs:????????

Hobbies: drawing, training,

Habits: plays with hair, imitates poses that she saw her friends do (just normally, she could be talking to someone and her stance is like Kanaya’s pesterquest sprite), ticks

Mental/Physical/Emotional Disorders/Illnesses: ADD, anxiety, depression, Ptsd, mild autism

Likes: animals, shiny things she finds in the forest, skulls, books, rain, baking sweets

Dislikes: fancy clocks, Lord English, loud noises,

Fears: spiders, lord English

Strengths: has most of Jane Crocker’s recipes memorized, fighting skills

Weaknesses(2 Minumum): Sally and nepeta’s ‘puppy dog’ eyes, social interaction.

Interpersonal Relationships

Mother Father: Timothy ‘Tim’ Wright (Masky)

Father: Brian Thomas (Hoodie)

Siblings: Toby Rogers (brother like figure/adopted)

Other relatives: none

Friends: EJ, BEN, Toby

Dating: none

Relationship Status: crushing on EJ

Physical Appearance

Height: 5’5

Weight: 122

Hair: brown, thick, gets tangled easily, long

Eyes: hazel

Skin tone: olive/tan

Outfit(Photos also accepted): t-shirt, leggings, tennis shoes, jacket (constantly cold)

Accessories: none really

Markings/Birthmark/Body Paint: scars

Abilities

Weapons/Tools: 2x3 trident

Supernatural abilities: basically a god, could be considered OP, after killing her friends she took on their god-tier traits (read more here)

Skills: also picked up some skills from her dead friends not to be OP, but because she was bored.

Extra(Optional)

Theme Song: The Pheonix by fall out boy

Voice Claim: My own voice?

Catchphrase: none

Killing style: doesn’t really kill, only if she has to, typically impaling the victim with trident.

Background

Place of birth: Ectobiology Lab

Age at Death: which death?

Chronological Age: 19

Backstory: ‘Born’ via ectobiology to Tim and Brian, after two days, she disappeared from their lives altogether. She grew up in a ‘normal’ non-killer family in a reality where the pastas were fictional characters. {redacted event. Little is known. Aka Author cannot figure out a good storyline for this part}. But unfortunately, that plan was not able to stop the creation of Lord English. Running out of time and ideas, she gathered the dream bubbles along with creating new ones. She made a replica of the tumor, a large bomb to wipe out null sessions. in the guise of dueling practice, she killed her friends, making sure they did not revive. When English arrived, her plan was to kill herself, attempt to kill English, and destroy the universe. This backfired though and as the bomb detonated, she was warped to ‘Slender Forest’. Her original universe. On the brink of death, she stumbled her way to the mansion, where she was healed and used as a hideout. Unbeknown that people lived there. Found soon after by Toby, who interrogated her, brought her to slenderman. Requesting advanced medical care, she was taken to the creeps who studied some sort of medicine and treated. Blood was drawn and DNA was taken. A week later the results came back. Athys, who never received a copy of the report, was confused when Tim and Brian were crying and hugging her (Toby calls it a ‘really weird yet emotional family reunion’) and Tim apologizing for his aggressive and hostile behavior the week leading up to it.

Extra Notes For Reviewer:

‘Athys’ was actually supposed to be a fake name, and her real name was my original name, later I just liked the idea of that being my internet alias.

Because the author is not good with names, she used Fantasy name Genorator.com to help choose a name.

‘Athys’ is from the Sylph name Generator under female, this is a reference to Athys/the creator’s god tier, SYLPH of LIFE.

The idea of Toby being adopted by Tim and Brian actually came from a cosplayer known as ‘Toby’ (master_of_cringe on Instagram, Fnaf_Creepypasta on tictok).

When crossing dimensions/universes the dead from the CP realm got added to the Earth dream bubble, meaning Jay, Alex, Amy, Lyra, and others are there, all dead can actively travel the bubbles hopping from one to another. Toby’s dad is there too, currently getting “SW33T R1GHT3OUS JUST1C3”, meaning both the Pyropes and Maryams are making sure he “Never co+mmits such ho+rrendo+us actio+ns again”.

On Alternia all trolls from friendsim and Hiveswap ‘live’ as ghosts, this includes the ancestors as well along with lussi, both Joey and Jude live on Alternia as well.

On the extended zodiac, her lunar sway is Derse and a potential hero of Life.

Technically her ‘true’ sign would be Scorsces, sign of the Allevaiator. But both the author and her claim that ‘she is much closer to a Fuchsia than a Cerulean, her true sign then becomes True Pisces, sign of the Cleric.

In any game she is usually the healer/support, in DND, her class is a cleric.

Very few people know about her crush on EJ, they are Toby, Tim, Brian, Nepeta, and Meulin.

Both Meulin and Nepeta have it as an OTP on their shipping wall.

Nepeta was actually the one who reached out to athys, telling her “:33 < i updated my shipping wall, mew are meow on it in the red quadrant with jack.”

As a joke toby got her this shirt for Christmas/Gristmas/twelfth peregree, she rarely wears it.

a character sheet for an OC? Self insert? i dunno

[serendipitous-magic]

Question Game - AKA Oversharing Hour

I was tagged by @the-angry-pixie​! And I’m a chronic oversharer, so this was fun. I’ll put most of it under a read more line because there’s a LOT.

1. Do you prefer writing with a black pen or blue pen? 

Black. Dunno why.

2. Would you prefer to live in the country or city? 

City city city city city city city city. I’m already going fucking batshit as it is, trapped in suburbia. I want to be able to actually do things, anything. Anything other than just being around the house and / or work. (And I felt like this before the pandemic started.) If you live in the city you can walk out your door and be somewhere else within like 5 minutes. A city park, a cafe, a train/subway, a local attraction, a museum, an artist’s booth, an outdoor market, etc. etc. 

Living in suburbia is like, well, to go literally anywhere you have to get into your car first and drive like 10 minutes minimum to get out of the neighborhood, and then if you want to go anywhere that’s not the grocery store you have to drive 20 minutes to get to another area of town, and then once you get there that’s the only place you can be without getting into your car again and getting a nice shot of anxiety from having to drive in traffic and have aggressive drivers roar up on your ass because you’re going 5mph above the speed limit and they want to be going 15mph above, and god help you if you have to merge, and oh by the way this is your only option to get around because public transit doesn’t really exist in any useful way in Big Suburbia, and nothing in within walking distance of your house except like 2 playgrounds and maybe one (1) gas station. (I hate it here lmao)

If I was trapped in the country I’d probably be chill with it for about a week, and enjoy the break, and the on day 8 I’d snap and go on a murdering spree out of stir-craziness.

3. If you could learn a new skill what would it be? 

I want to learn German and eventually be fluent in it. But since I’ve already started trying to learn and I don’t know if that counts, I’ll say cinematography. As in the actual working of the camera and lighting and all that. I can dream up some pretty striking images but actually getting the camera to do the settings needed to capture them is another story entirely.

4. Do you drink your tea/coffee with sugar? 

Nope. I drink coffee and tea both, and I don’t put any kind of sweetener in either of them. I used to put a shitton of sugar in my coffee and honey in my tea, and then I had some mild eating disorder struggles in college and I never got back in the habit of putting stuff in my hot drinks after that. It just tastes wrong now, after being used to plain black coffee.

5. What was your favourite book as a child? 

Either the Harry Potter series or The Hobbit. My grandma would take care of me a lot when I was really little because my parents both worked full time to support us, and every single time I was at her house she’d sit us down at the dining room table and read something to me. Not Junie B. Jones or anything, either, but real, big, thick books. I loved the shit out of Harry Potter and The Hobbit; I would request them repeatedly. We pretty much went back and forth; we’d read Harry Potter, and then The Hobbit, and then when a new Harry Potter book came out we’d read that, and then The Hobbit again, and so on and so forth.

6. Do you prefer baths or showers? 

Showers. I love baths, they’re magical, but ain’t nobody got time for that unless it’s a special occasion. I got too much shit to do to spend an hour lying in the bathtub.

7. If you could be a mythical creature, which one would it be? 

Vampire. Purely on the basis that if I was immortal maybe I’d finally have time to get my to-do list done and accomplish things. I’d miss the sunlight though.

8. Paper or electronic books? 

Paper. Here’s the thing, I really want to enjoy ebooks, but they just don’t hold my attention at all. Maybe I’m too conditioned by the internet to have a short attention span when I’m looking at a screen, idk.

9. What is your favourite item of clothing? 

I have a dark gray hoodie from the Seattle Aquarium from when I went on a road trip across America with my BFF a few years ago. It’s still my absolute favorite thing. I also enjoy my hiking boots a lot. (I wear them all the time, really they should just be called “everyday boots” haha)

10. Do you like your name or would you like to change it?

I like my name and I would also like to start going by something different. Probably just because I’m a restless soul and I feel the best (and least trapped) when I’m on the move or when things are changing. The second I get somewhere I want to be somewhere else. That’s just how I am. Gwen is a cool name (I’ve personally met maybe 3 people in my whole life with the same name, face-to-face), but there’s a lot attached to that nickname that I don’t necessarily want to carry with me when I eventually escape my hometown and start down a new path.

11. Who is a mentor to you? 

A friend and former professor whom I usually refer to online as Producer Man. He’s a producer (as you may have guessed) who kind of took me under his wing after I was in one of his film classes in college. We work together on film projects now and he’s teaching me bit-by-bit (usually by way of long, rambling, tangential stories / lectures) about the industry. He’s a really good guy. Like, he for sure has a case of Old White Guy sometimes, but his heart is absolutely in the right place. “He’s a little confused, but he’s got the spirit.” He’s always leaving $10 tips at coffee places and working himself to the bone to get his students connected to jobs and internships that will help them with their careers. 

12. Would you like to be famous and if so, what for? 

Yes, my stories. Actually, “famous” is not the right word. It’s just that fame is so tightly associated with success in our society. I want to be successful. Whether I’m widely known or not is pretty inconsequential to me. I want to make stories and I want them to have an impact. Books, film, etc. It’s about as simple as that.

13. Are you a restless sleeper? 

Oh yeah. I have trouble  sleeping as much as I should because I usually kind of jerk awake in the morning with this vague feeling that I forgot something or that I’m late for something. Also I stay up later than I should because I’m a night owl, and yet I like being up early because early mornings are great. And usually if I dream at all it’s something kind of stressful, like I dream that I forgot something important or did something wrong. I’m a Stressed Bean. 

14. Do you consider yourself a romantic person? 

I think so, yeah. I’m pretty obsessed with the idea of romance (I mean look at my OTPs), but heteronormativity got me fucked up enough that I’m bad at actually navigating real romantic feelings or relationships because society never prepared me for The Gay.

15. Which element best represents you? 

Fire, probably.

16. Who do you want to be closer to? 

My mom. We fight a lot and there tends to be a lot of tension between us. It’s a long complicated story. It boils down to, she really hurt me when I came out as not-straight at 15 and she lost all of my trust and even though she’s working on being less homophobic we’re still kind of trying to repair that divide seven years later.

17. Do you miss someone at the moment? 

Dude, I miss everyone. I’m an introvert and I’d love to be at a big party right now. I miss socialization. (As does everyone.) 

18. Tell us about an early childhood memory. 

The first time I experienced deja vu, I was about eehhh 6? And I legitimately believed, for several years of my life, that I had future-predicting abilities. Like, supernatural-level future-predicting abilities. Because I didn’t really know what deja vu was, so I thought, every time it happened, that I had already ~seen~ that moment in my dreams or something. 🤣

19. What is the strangest thing you have eaten? 

Hm. (My immature ass brain yells “DICK.” No, brain. Those were dark heteronormative times. Also, grow up.) 

Probably some of the sushi in Seattle. I actually love sushi, it’s just that when it has full-on legs and eyeballs I start getting a little squeamish. I like the rolls and the kind where there’s some fish meat laid out on a nice little bed of rice, that’s delicious. But when they brought out the whole shrimp with legs still attached, I was like “How in the (redacted) am I going to chew / swallow that.”

20. What are you most thankful for? 

That I happened to be living with family when this pandemic hit. I was supposed to move out (and across the country, actually) as of... like 4 days ago, as it happens. That was the plan. Plane ticket was gonna be booked for 7/15/20. Obviously, things didn’t quite work out that way, because of the pandemic and a few other reasons. But I can’t imagine if I had been in an apartment living with roommates, or in an apartment on my own struggling to get by, when this happened. A lot of people couldn’t pay rent and lost their homes. I was very, very lucky to be where I was, when I was, and very lucky that I have family who let me stay in their house pretty much indefinitely while this clusterfuck of a year happens.

21. Do you like spicy food? 

Yes! I looooove spicy thai food especially. I miss the massaman curry from a local Thai place so much 😭

22. Have you ever met someone famous? 

Um. Maybe? I met Veronica Roth once at an author talk in the library where I work, although it was before I worked there. And I met some guy from New Zealand who’s famous for his sword fighting skills because my dad does sword fighting stuff. Don’t remember his name though.

23. Do you keep a diary or journal? 

Yep. I have to write down everything or I forget. (I often say I have the memory of a goldfish.) Also, I have this compulsion to record and preserve my experiences in life, because I feel like our time on Earth is so fleeting and if I don’t write down what’s important to me, I’ll forget it and lose it.

24. Do you prefer to use a pen or a pencil? 

Pen. Pencil gets smudged.

25. What is your star sign? 

Scorpio, which is ironic because they’re supposed to be ~hyper sexual~ I guess, and I’m like gray-ace or something in that zone.

26. Do you like your cereal soggy or crunchy? 

Crunchy. Who eats soggy cereal? Are you okay? Do you need help? This is an intervention. 

27. What would you want your legacy to be? 

My stories. Life and sentience, as we experience it, is made up of just that: experience. And I read somewhere that, on some level, the human brain doesn’t differentiate that much between real life experiences and fictional experiences. I think that’s true. If you read or watch or hear the right story, it can really touch you and change the way you see life, or even change the way you live life. Stories have an incredible amount of power, both in individual people’s lives and in larger society. A huge amount of power. I want to be able to give people experiences that will Enrich Their Lives (do I sound like a lifestyle coach yet? 🤦🏼‍♀️), but also stories that actively do good in society. Positive representation, body positivity/neutrality, diversity, healthy relationships (Hollywood has a real problem with that). Hope. It’s the best thing I can think to give society, and storytelling is what I love to do.

28. Do you like reading, what was the last book you read? 

I love reading. I wish I did it more. Part of my problem is that I get caught up in the hectic Rat Race of modern society and I never feel like I have time to sit down with a book for hours. Another problem of mine is that I start too many things at once, meaning I currently have like 5-10 (I lost count) books that I started reading, and I want to finish all of them, which means no progress ever gets done on any of them.

I last finished The Goldfinch, and I am currently working on The Secret History, Good Omens, Dune, a book my dad wrote, Directing Actors, Shot by Shot, The Way of Kings and I forget what else.

29. How do you show someone you love them? 

Physical affection, acts of service, words of affirmation, quality time, and gifts, in that order. If I’m close to someone, whether romantically or not, I want all the affection. And I’m kind of dying in quarantine. 

30. Do you like ice in your drinks? 

Depends. I usually don’t put any in, because it’s just gonna water down the drink and get in the way of drinking it (you know when the ice attacks your face?), but I don’t really mind ice in my drinks.

31. What are you afraid of? 

Helplessness. I Have Control Issues. ✌️ Also stagnation.

32. What is your favourite scent? 

Amber. Or any scent that’s kind of autumn-y. You know what I mean. Some other examples include dryer sheets, wood smoke, cigarette smoke (my big sister used to smoke a long long time ago, and although I never saw her do it, I still associate the scent with her), pine resin, rain, that Mahogany Woods scent from Bath and Bodyworks.

33. Do you address older people by their name or surname? 

If they introduce themselves as Pam I call them Pam. If they introduce themselves as Mr. Brown I call them Mr. Brown.

34. If money was not a factor, how would you live your life? 

 If “money is not a factor” means I have an infinite amount of money to spend as I wish, then: buy land, build film studio complex on land, found company, hire fellow creatives, make movies.

If “money is not a factor” just means that I don’t have to work 40 hours a week to afford rent, then: move to Chicago, rent a nice studio apartment, write stories, maybe work 15 hours a week at a used bookstore or coffee shop to get me out of the house and socialize. Go to museums, go to the park, walk along Lake Michigan, go to gay bars, ride the train, brave the Illinois winters, own a cat, paint, play guitar. Build my actual career on writing / storytelling. Probably also do some filmmaking.

Alternatively: buy an RV (not like an American Trailer Park shitty RV, I’m talking the NOICE ones), buy good film equipment, be a freelancer, live in RV driving around to wherever the next filming location is. Life is a road trip and I’m doing what I love. Writing, storytelling, filmmaking. My home would travel with me. Writing in cafes; roadside attractions; early mornings on the road with coffee in the cup holder as the sun comes up; being able to go anywhere to film; always experiencing something new.

35. Do you prefer swimming in pools or the ocean? 

I’ve lived in a landlocked state my whole life, so I guess swimming pools. And, listen, I CANNOT get water in my mouth at the beach without wondering exactly how many kids have peed (or worse) in that water. (I know that’s a thing with pools too, but pools get cleaned.)

36. What would you do if you found £50 on the ground? 

Wonder what some poor European is doing in America right now. But if it was $50, I’d probably yell “DID ANYONE DROP THIS?” and then take it if no one speaks up.

37. Have you ever seen a shooting star? 

A few times, yeah.

38. What is the one thing you would want to teach your children? 

Grades are not the end-all-be-all. Skip some homework assignments to spend time with friends. Skip class sometimes. I’m serious. If you make school your top priority, even over your own personal life, you will come away with good grades and a lot of regret and missed opportunities. Learning is HELLA important, and very very little of it happens inside a school building. Get a 15 hour weekend or after-school job in high school, befriend your coworkers, and have fun with it. Use your paychecks however you want. Join a school club - one that you’re actually interested in. Do stupid shit. Light your textbooks on fire after graduation or go to the 24 hour Wendy’s at 2am with your friends or kiss that person you met at summer camp or sleep on the porch because it’s too hot to sleep inside. Be smart and safe, but follow your whims. If you let yourself fall into routine, apathy will poison you.

39. If you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it? 

I already have a couple small ones, but the one I want next is a four-leaf clover. Don’t know where. Maybe my right inner wrist or maybe an ankle. Or like behind my ear. Luck has saved me so many times. (See above, with how I happened to be living with family when COVID hit.)

40. What can you hear now? 

Swamp cooler downstairs, the clock ticking in my office, cars outside, people moving around the house. I’m surprised the neighbor kids aren’t shrieking their absolute heads off as per the usual. 

41. Where do you feel the safest? 

When I’m alone and unobserved. 

42. What is the one thing you want to overcome/conquer? 

TMI warning, but I absolutely despise public bathrooms. How am I expected to pee when there’s somebody sitting like three (3) feet away, with only a partial wall between us, hearing everything that’s going on? My fight or flight response simply will not allow it. It’s too awkward and therefore Not Safe. Either that public restroom has to be empty except for me, or it has to be so loud and bustling that ain’t nobody hearing anything. Anything in-between and I’m in hell.

43. If you could travel back to any era, what would it be? 

The ‘80s. Let’s be honest, even that far back makes my life (as a woman, and as a gay person) hella difficult. But, consider this: it’s the ‘80s. Furthermore, consider this: a part-time job might have actually supported me and paid rent back then 😱 Holy fucking shit. Sign me up. I just wouldn’t want to go any further than than like 1980, because again: lesbian. Being a woman in the past = even harder than it is today, being gay in the past = even harder than it is today, being a gay woman in the past = oh no.

44. What is your most used emoji? 

In order of descending frequency:

😂🙄😊😁🤦🏼‍♀️👀😬🌈🤷🏼‍♀️😙

45. Describe yourself using one word. 

Creative

46. What do you regret the most?

Wasting my entire teenage experience. (See #38.) I did quite literally nothing with my life except homework for like 18 years. If I had taken even a tenth as much time for myself as I did for school, I would be so much farther along as a person today.

47. Last movie you saw? 

In the theaters? ........ uh. Shit, I don’t actually remember. It’s been like 5 months. (As it has for everyone.) But the last movie I watched was Lights Out, because I’ve been watching the director’s youtube channel. You could tell it was low-budget and that the director was still kind of finding his stride, but it had a lot of heart behind it and the creators clearly gave a fuck, which made it enjoyable. I am firmly in the camp of “not everything has to be a Magnum Opus or have a multi-billion dollar budget to be a good movie.” If I engaged with it and got some sort of emotional experience out of it, and if it had a good message, I consider it a good movie.

48. Last tv show you watched? 

I don’t usually watch a whole lot of TV shows (who has the time?) but I think the last thing I watched was either The Witcher or that new Unsolved Mysteries miniseries on Netflix. Oh and I was watching Dead to Me because I just love Linda Cardellini’s face and I want to wrap Judy up in a blanket and cuddle the shit out of her and protect her from all things 🥺 My precious beautiful unstable sweet murder baby.

49. Invent a word and it’s meaning. 

Apapanic. It’s where you’re so stressed about things that half of your brain is panicking but the other half is so overwhelmed that it circled all the way back around to being calm to the point of apathy, so you just kind of sit there like

[the-backspin-alchemist]

280I got tagged by @simplyghosting! (Thanks, friend!)

Name: Liam

Nicknames: Backspin, Leem, That Idiot With The Goddamn Hat

Zodiac: Capricorn

Height: 5′6

Languages: English. Just English, sadly. My primary school couldn’t hold a French or Spanish teacher for more than a year consecutively, so my education in other languages people actually speak is limited, as I took Latin in high school and have since repressed much of my memory of high school.

Nationality: USA

Favorite season: Fall/Winter.

Favorite flower: Iris.

Favorite scent: Vanilla.

Dogs or cats?: ...dogs. But like. Only barely.

Number of blankets: All.

Dream trip: Ireland, Vienna, or Tokyo. Any one of the three.

Blog established: Uuuuuuh some time in 2013...? It’s been a while, I forget precisely when...

Random fact: My family on my dad’s side are descended from a bunch of ax-murderers that killed so many people they got kicked out of Scotland and exiled to Ireland for a few hundred years.

Gender: Male

Current time: 2:43 PM

Favorite fictional character: Hmmm...that’s hard. Toss up between Ed Elric, Celty Sturluson, or Imperator Furiosa.

Coffee, hot tea, or hot chocolate?: I was gonna post the Polar Express conductor meme, but I couldn’t find it that easily.

Hot chocolate, then tea, then coffee.

Average hours of sleep: [REDACTED]

(I have no idea, my sleep schedule is nonexistent right now)

Favorite artists: Rush, Pendulum, Jade Cicada, Jeremy Blake, Mick Gordon, Porter Robinson, G Jones, Madeon, Gramatik, Linkin Park

Stuck in my head: Switches between Madeon’s Heavy With Hoping and Gramatik’s Dont Mind It VIP. Talk about mood whiplash, lol.

Last movie I saw: Sat down and rewatched Arthur: Legend of the Sword the other day. Still a fun movie.

Last thing I Googled: PO-20 user manual

(Thank god for Teenage Engineering’s user guides online, BTW)

Other blogs: None that are active. It’s really just this one.

Do I get asks?: Occasionally?

Reason for URL: It used to be a Mega Man ZX reference using my online stage name thing from high school, with my URL being the-backspin-megaman, but then I discovered FMA in proper and realized it’s my favorite thing ever, so now I’m the-backspin-alchemist as an FMA reference.

Followers/following: 774/280

Lucky number: 343

Currently wearing: Wrangler jeans, Skemata t-shirt, Triaxial pendant, bass-clef beanie hat

Dream job: I’d really like to be able to do creative stuff for a living. Just because it feels like the one thing I’m halfway decent at, and because maybe, just maybe I could help make things suck less for some people by giving them a nice distraction. @charlezarrd and I are trying to found a multimedia studio to make that sort of stuff happen somewhere further down the line. Not sure how good I’m doing on creative stuff at the moment, does kinda feel like I’m floundering a bit, but he’s not letting me totally lose hope on it, which is a good thing.

Favorite foods: chili, brownies, Hubert’s lemonade, and there’s this pizza place near me that makes chicken a la vodka pizza and it’s so damn good...

Instruments: Synthesizer, sorta, even if my keyboard playing sucks, and...bass? Question mark? I know very little about playing bass right now but I am learning.

Favorite song: Waiting For The End - Linkin Park

Tagging...hmmm... @punkpuppydragon @anythingelsebutthat @grandduchessgemini @artietheyorkie @tumb1rprincess and @tahrovin. As usual, totally optional, just passing this around for fun right now to stave off quarantine insanity and to say hi.

[cygnetz]

tagged by @congealing !!!!!! thank u wuv u!!!!

nickname: greena, geen, chad !

height: im 180cm tall :))))

orientation: lesbian!!!!!!

nationality: im nz

fave fruit: uhh mango tastey

fave season: i always say spring at first bc thats when my bday is but when i think about it more i prefer autumn!!! i like it being cold but not too cold! and the trees r pretty during that time!!

fave scent: i go absolutely hog wild for the scent of teatree oil!!!!

fave animal: im v much a cat person!

average hours of sleep: ive been trying to recover from a period of terrible sleep so atm its around 8?? trying to get it up to 10 tho bc im still v tired!! i should b sleeping rn but unfortunately i am dumb idiot!!! hdbfnjf coherency is ,,difficult atm,,,,

coffee/hot chocolate/tea: hot chocolate!! coffee is bad tasting and tea stains my teeth vvv fast so its the only option also its fucking good like get some caramel in there? hell yeah now we r cooking!

cat or dog person: ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ although dogs r good too!!! im just very bad at interacting w them, like im too used to cats rhat idk how to play w dogs!

fave fictional character: atm its absolute bastard grand magnificent...hes the worst.....

no. of blankets i sleep w: i have 2 blankets and thats it!! its vvv hot tho still! both of them r good at trapping sleep

when i made this blog: Uh.,,,? the end of year 11 so like almost 3 years ago!!! bad!!

no. of followers: a redacted amount...more than bells thats for sure :)))))

i tag u! yes, u the person reading this! i am too tired sorry !!!!! goodnight!

[neonacidtrip]

Answer 30 questions and then tag 20 blogs you would like to know better

tagged by the amazing @my-bokuto-san​ and @themelancholyofblackandwhite Thank you so much!!

1. Nickname : Neo

2. Gender : Female

3. Star sign : [Redacted]

4. Height : 5’6”

5. Time : 6:27 p.m.

6. Birthday : [Redacted]

7. Favourite band(s) (not kpop) : Bring Me the Horizon, Angela, My Chemical Romance, a lot really

8. Favourite solo artist(s) : Lindsey Stirling, and Casey Lee Williams (is she even a solo artist?)

9. Song stuck in my head : Ai to You by Luck Life

10. Last movie I watched : Like 10 minutes of Boo! A Madea Halloween with my mom

11. Last show I watched : Cowboy Bebop on Toonami (I seriously only watch tv once a week for Toonami)

12. When did I create my blog : June 11 2016

13. What do I post : Writing struggles, tag games, and reblogs of funny videos, animal pics, and relatable posts

14. Last thing I googled : A translation for a Luck Life song

15. Do you have other blogs : Yeah, a lot

16. Do you get asks : Sometimes I get a few, mostly from my wonderful mutuals

17. Why did you choose your url : I am MCR trash, so I thought acid trip would be a cool kill joy name and added Neon to the front since acidtrip was taken already

18. Following : 521

19. Followers : 87 beautiful people who deserve the entire world

20. Favorite color : Silver

21. Average hours of sleep: like 8 hours lately  

22. Lucky number : 13 (I love irony)

23. Instruments : Once upon a time I tried and failed to learn guitar

24. What am I wearing : Jean shorts, a blue sports v-neck, and  a navy tank top

25. How many blankets do I sleep with : Two

26. Dream job : At this point I will take anything, but writing would be cool  

27. Dream trip : Italy or Louisiana  

28. Favorite food : Pizza  

29. Nationality : Native American  

30. Favorite song now : Such a hard question, but probably This Life is Mine by Casey Lee Williams

tagging…: @pizzapopolis @misaka-a @mintjjk and anyone else who wants to do this (sorry there is no way I can think of 20 people)

This is 1000% optional, but I hope you all have an awesome week

[deniscollins]

Wells Fargo’s Ex-Chief Fined $17.5 Million Over Fake Accounts

Wells Fargo former CEO John Stumpf and Head of Retail Banking Carrie L. Tolstedt created a toxic sales culture that foisted unwanted products and sham bank accounts on millions of customers. If you were in charge of determining fines would you: (1) fine Wells Fargo, or (2) fine Wells Fargo as well as individually fine the two primary responsible executives? Why? What are the ethics underlying your decision?

When big companies do wrong, it’s rarely the big boss who pays the price.

But on Thursday, Wells Fargo’s former chief executive John G. Stumpf was fined $17.5 million — the largest individual fine in the history of the bank’s main federal regulator — for his role in a toxic sales culture that foisted unwanted products and sham bank accounts on millions of customers.

In settlements with the Office of the Comptroller of the Currency, Mr. Stumpf also agreed to a lifetime ban from the banking industry, and two other former senior Wells Fargo executives — a chief risk officer and a chief administrative officer — agreed to lesser fines and restrictions on their work in the industry. Five others, including a former head of Wells Fargo’s retail banking operations, were also charged by the regulator.

In a damning 100-page legal filing, the agency offered fresh details about the bank’s relentless pressure on employees to meet its unrealistic goals, which included “hazing-like abuse.” Many employees said they felt they had only two options: Cheat or get fired.

Employees at one branch said they had been told to hit their targets or they would be “transferred to a store where someone had been shot and killed.” A veteran of the 1991 Persian Gulf war wrote in a letter to Mr. Stumpf that he had found his time in a war zone less stressful than working at Wells Fargo. From 2011 to 2016, the bank fired more than 8,000 people for sales records it deemed subpar.

“The bank had better tools and systems to detect employees who did not meet unreasonable sales goals than it did to catch employees who engaged in sales practices misconduct,” the regulator said in legal filings that contained a number of redactions.

The settlements were a rare instance of personal consequences for those at the highest echelons of the banking industry. Even though the biggest American banks paid billions of dollars to settle civil cases stemming from their mortgage activities in the lead-up to the 2008 financial crisis, their chief executives have not given up a penny to federal bank regulators.

Mr. Stumpf’s fine, while record setting, is not the largest penalty being sought by the regulator in the case. It wants to impose a $25 million fine on one of his subordinates: Carrie L. Tolstedt, Wells Fargo’s former head of retail banking.

Mr. Stumpf, in a sworn statement to the Office of the Comptroller of the Currency, blamed Ms. Tolstedt and others for what he acknowledged was “systemic” misconduct throughout the bank. A 2017 investigation by Wells Fargo’s board blasted Ms. Tolstedt for creating a sales culture that fostered fraud, and Mr. Stumpf for turning a blind eye to it.

Ms. Tolstedt, who left the bank in 2016, is fighting the regulator’s civil charges. Her lawyer, Enu Mainigi, said in a statement that Ms. Tolstedt had “acted with the utmost integrity” and would be vindicated by “a full and fair examination of the facts.”

Wells Fargo’s conduct erupted into public view in late 2016, setting off a crisis that continues to reverberate more than three years later. Mr. Stumpf, the bank’s chief executive since 2007, was quickly ousted. His successor, Timothy J. Sloan, resigned last year after failing to quell the bank’s turmoil.

Months before the bank’s troubles became public, Mr. Stumpf exercised all of his vested stock options, turning them into shares worth tens of millions of dollars that he owned outright. Wells Fargo later clawed back his unvested stock awards and some of his retirement payout, costing him $69 million but still leaving him in possession of an enviable fortune.

Further repercussions are still possible for Wells Fargo’s former leaders: The Justice Department is continuing an investigation.

Even if Thursday’s fines are the last word in regulatory action, they were an unusual flexing of federal enforcement at the highest reaches of banking.

JPMorgan Chase’s chief executive, Jamie Dimon — the longest tenured of the big bank leaders — has weathered scandals like the $6 billion trading loss brought about by a trader nicknamed the London Whale and a money-laundering case related to the Ponzi schemer Bernard L. Madoff. Two former traders for the bank have faced criminal charges, and the bank as a whole has paid nearly $44 billion in penalties since the financial crisis, but none of the enforcement actions against the bank have been directed at Mr. Dimon personally.

Bank of America has paid $76 billion in fines since the crisis — the most by any bank — but its chief executive during the 2008 panic, Kenneth D. Lewis, shelled out zero dollars to federal regulators despite presiding over the bank’s abuses of mortgage borrowers and its acquisition of the mortgage lender Countrywide Financial, another abuser. He did pay a $10 million fine, but that was the result of a settlement with New York State prosecutors.

(There have been exceptions: Angelo Mozilo, Countrywide’s leader, paid almost $68 million in fines to the Securities and Exchange Commission over his role in the financial crisis.)

The Office of the Comptroller of the Currency said the eight Wells Fargo executives had “failed to adequately perform their duties and responsibilities” and contributed to problems that stretched back more than a decade.

Wells Fargo’s new chief executive, Charles W. Scharf, said in a memo to employees on Thursday that the bank would stop all payments to the former executives, if any were pending.

“This was inexcusable. Our customers and you all deserved more from the leadership of this company,” wrote Mr. Scharf, who joined Wells Fargo in October. “We are reviewing today’s filings and will determine what, if any, further action by the company is appropriate.”

Wells Fargo has been operating since early 2018 under a set of growth restrictions imposed by the Federal Reserve, a rare move that has hobbled the bank’s turnaround efforts. It is one of a dozen enforcement actions that Wells Fargo is working to resolve, Mr. Scharf has said.

In addition to Ms. Tolstedt, four other senior executives face charges from the Office of the Comptroller of the Currency, including James Strother, the bank’s former general counsel. Mr. Strother’s lawyer, Walt Brown, said his client had “acted with the utmost integrity” and called the allegations against him false.

Ms. Tolstedt, Mr. Strother and the other three former executives will face a hearing before an administrative law judge in South Dakota, where Wells Fargo’s retail bank has its main office. No date has been set.

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NEPETA LEIJON || DECLINED

Good afternoon, Our committee has taken a look at your application with much consideration. You have solid ideas, however your writing sample was short and it was hard to draw information about your skills in characterization that way. There were also some pacing issues, rushed scenarios and misplaced commas that made it a little hard to read. And thus, for now, we must politely decline your application. If you would like, you may resubmit your application for another evaluation.

-  Mod Noon

OOC information:

Preferred name/nickname: roro Pronouns: they Age: 24 Discord [Will be kept private]: REDACTED

IC information:

Character Name: Nepeta Leijon

Why do you want to play this character?: Because I used to play a Nepeta and I remember it being a lot of fun. With the AU’s idea that her caste is not only well known for but also respected for their hunting prowess, I think it would be even more fun to bring out her more dangerous aspects, and play a Nep that’s as badass as she actually is.

What occupation do they have?: Tracker/Bounty Hunter

Any headcanons you would like for this AU? [Optional]: That Olives aren’t just hunters, they’re overall fighters and often utilized in various areas of law enforcement, much like the teals, but with a more renowned ability to actually track down their ‘prey’. They’re the ones that get called in when the legislacerators have trouble catching a perp.

Questions? [Optional]: nope

Writing example (2-3 paragraphs):

There were a few things that never seemed to fail, to bring a smile to Nepeta’s face. A nice hearty meal. A warm respite block. A nap in the moonlight, with her lusus. The wind in her hair while she was on the prowl… And of course, the warmth of fresh blood splattering across her face as she makes another successful kill. This one, a smuggler, who thought that he could get away with robbing a bronze blooded noble while traveling at sea, had admittedly put up a pretty good chase. She’d even lost track of him once or twice. But, she didn’t have the reputation that she did, for giving up on prey because they used a few clever tricks. And now, she just had to collect her bounty. Making her way through the streets of the town she’d tracked the blue blood to with a pleased look on her face, cobalt spilling from his slit throat, and staining her jacket and shirt, Nepeta began running through the list of remaining bounties she had been assigned to collect.

Blue blooded Smuggler, captured and killed fur resisting arrest. Violet Thief, still at large, but general location clues put her not too far away from where Nepeta was meow, trying to hide on dry land, to avoid the Legislacerators aqatic search purrties. Jade Heretic, wanted alive fur questioning about other conspurrators to challenge the Imperial Demoness’s order, still at large, but even clawser than the Thief. Honestly, why someone so claws to her caste would think that letting fish Trolls rule was a good idea, she’d never be able to understand. Oh well. It didn’t matter… Especially not since she’d seen the Heretic in question, trying to follow her fur about a block, now, and she was walking right to where her appurrentice hunter was waiting to spring their little trap. Tonight was a good night…

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SOLLUX CAPTOR || ACCEPTED

Welcome to Casteaway! We hope you enjoy your stay and cause so much trouble icly!

-Mod Noon

OOC information:

Preferred name/nickname: Poppy/Poptart Pronouns: she/her Age: 18 Discord [Will be kept private]: [REDACTED]

IC information:

Character Name: Sollux Captor Why do you want to play this character?: It’s been 18 thousand years and i wanna have another go at him What occupation do they have?: part time helmsman and full time hack and overseer of transportalizers Any headcanons you would like for this AU? [Optional]: ill come up with stuff later, my man Questions? [Optional]:

Writing example (2-3 paragraphs): In the darken room only the flicker of the husktop screen was on, eminating a glow on the yellowblood’s face, screen reflecting on his multicolored glasses. He was looking over some cose he had made and damn it was impressive as fuck, then again this particular troll was quite prideful of said skills. It was a tough job to over see all of the transportalizers and their contents (not really).

He was about to call it a night when a little red box flashed on his screen. Oh? Someone trying to break the rules, huh? His fingers quickly clacked on the keyboard, notifying the imperal drones. That’ll teach ‘em.

He leaned back in his swirlly chair, smirking smugly. Man, he loved his job. And at least with the part time thing he had going he was asked if he didn’t mind doing such. It allowed him to let go of excess power he had stored away after all.

[casteaway]

Feferi Peixes || ACCEPTED

Congratulations! You made it into Casteaway with your arms attached! Dunno about your legs though….You will have to check for those…Anyway! You have one week to make your blog or we are moving on without you. Then you will have to reapply and that’s no fun cause you gotta wait a week before you apply again so….GET TO MAKING THAT BLOG!

-Mod Noon

OOC information:

Preferred name/nickname: Lunar Pronouns: they/them/their Age: 24 Discord [Will be kept private]: [REDACTED]

IC information:

Character Name: Feferi Peixes Why do you want to play this character?: Feferi is my wife? But reely, Feferi is my patron, I’ve always played her, she is my biggest muse and I get a real fuckin treat out of playing her  What occupation do they have?: House Maid for highbloods! Any headcanons you would like for this AU? [Optional]:  Questions? [Optional]:

Writing example (2-3 paragraphs):

Feferi had grown accustomed to menial labor, it was all she’d known all her life, it was no longer of any stress to her. She thought over all her slated tasks as she rolled out of bed, a smile on her face as usual, laundry, meal preparation, cleaning, mending, the list when on, but it didn’t bother her. She whistled a song as she dressed in her uniform. It was a cute little thing, an a-line dress with a peter pan collar and the most adorabubble little apron! Little things like that got her through her day, even when her mind drifted back to the nursery stories of past fuschia’s and their place in the world.

She tied her mass of hair back into a bun and headed out to start her daily duties. She was a whistle while you work kind of troll, choosing to day dream her way through her days instead of letting the pain of her past, fighting through the caverns, fighting other fuschia’s just for the right to live, she’d never let those things make her angry and bitter like they did so many others. She had been just about half way through her cleaning when her Employer, a strong Bronze blood interrupted her only to alert her of the fact that she’d been tracking muddied foot prints across the floor she’d been moping.

“Feferi, look at what you’ve done. You are too busy dancing around in that empty head of yours and you’ve dirtied my floor again.” they growled. 

She blinked, looking around the room at the mess she’d made, she’d really mucked it up, but she wouldn’t let a little mud get her down. 

“Oh shoot…” She murmured, squishing her face up a bit. She looked back into the face of the highblood before her and curtsied in apology as she’d been taught. 

“I am so very sorry, I whale clean this mess up right awave, and foar my mistake I will skip my meal period this evening to make up foar the wasted time” she promised, her voice as chipper as ever,

Skipping her meal period would be a pain, but if it kept her out of the hands of Gl'bgolyb she’d have to take it, she only hoped she’d be able to tuck a bit of bread away to get her through the night.