#(also mentioned)

[lulu2992]

Here is another (I believe, also deleted) note found in the Far Cry New Dawn oasisstrings file and written by... the Judge! They never speak in the game, so I think it’s very interesting to learn more about them and their thoughts!

The Judge's Words A newcomer is here now. It’s just like the Father said it would be. He is right, always right. They will pass the test. I cannot speak to them. I will not speak to them. I made a promise for my own good. It is not my place. The deputy died in that bunker and now I am Joseph’s Judge only, Joseph’s only Judge. God release me from the Pride of judging others, God release me from the memories of judgment. Judge not, that ye be not judged. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.

[uhhh-hi-there-i-am-nervous]

Felt as though I had to do art for Virgil's birthday so I made some pixel art of a present (from Roman) and a Birthday hat. I also wrote a pixelated note (is it from Patton, Roman, or the fanders?).

I will now tag everyone I follow who's in the fandom. @asktoysides @a-small-batch-of-dragons @ash-intheflames @coral-reblogs @cutebisexualmess @cryingrainbowsandrocksongs @full-of-roman-angst-trash @fandercalendar @go-ask-reverse-sides-au-things @haysgrove @kiddiesides @loganslowdown4 @meowthefluffy @marksandrec @not-so-daily-sander-sides-art @needscaffeine @perfectly-princely-emo-nightmare @professionalchaoticdumbass @rose-coloured-prince @roman-appreciation-central @roman-postin @romancore @roseianxiety @sanderstribute @sanders-sides-reverse-au @sandersclause @tstwitterupdates @tsswonderlandau @treenissanderssidesstuff * @thedeadandthedecaying @virgil-sanders-the-gay-emo * @wicked-rosie @yourmypenguin * @zodiacsomething

Any one that has a * before there @ is someone I think is in the fandom but may not be.

[yikesharringrove]

TW: SH

(btw you DO NOT have to write a whole fic, i just wanna hear your thoughts :).)

i can totally see steve's parents finding his cuts and scars and not even caring about his well being, just telling him to cover up bc they think he makes the family look bad and like they're bad parents

Trigger Warning: self harm scars, discussion of past self harm, child abuse, mostly of the emotional sort

(nothing graphic happens and there's no descriptions of sh)

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Steve's mother fussed with his tie, nearly choking him with it in her shakey effort to straighten it.

His father shrugged on his coat near the front door, giving his wife and son a final once over.

His lip curled and it took all the willpower Steve possibly had not to sigh.

"Steven, put on a different shirt." He glanced at his watch, letting out the sigh that Steve was biting back. "Quickly. We should've left five minutes ago."

"It's okay, Dad. I'm fine." Steve kept his voice as light as he could.

These country club dinners were always fucking miserable, and Steve was trying to find some semblance of rebellion.

He's been doing that more lately. Rebelling.

He thinks Billy's a bad good influence on him.

The cuts were all healed. He hadn't added a new scar to the collection in over eight months.

And instead of being proud of their son who was no longer hurting himself, his parents wanted him to cover up. Wanted him to hide what they saw as proof of bad parenting.

Steve quietly agreed with them. That the scars were marks of the bullshit they had put him through.

It wasn't anything they did to make him stop.

It was Billy smuggling any sharp objects out of Steve's house when he wasn't looking. It was Robin giving him art supplies to help him cope. It was Dustin only leaving his side to do research on depression in the library. He even photocopied several pages of the DSM III to act as therapist.

His parents had done shit all to stop what they were largely responsible for.

"Please, Darling. At least, just a sweater."

His mother was still fussing with him, smoothing the collar of his shirt.

He constantly noticed her eyes drifting to his arms anytime they were in a room together.

He thinks deep down, she feels like shit for it.

But she's never been at the emotional stuff.

"No, I'm fine."

"Steven, I swear to god. I don't want to spend the whole evening with everyone staring at the evidence of your pathetic cries for attention."

It couldn't have been worse if his father had slapped him across the fucking face.

Pathetic.

"Y'know, it's shit like that that made me do it in the first place." Steve was breathing hard, fire curling in his gut and tears prickling his eyes. "You spend your whole life with a father that calls you pathetic, you really start to believe it."

"I can't listen to you two fight anymore. Let's please just go to dinner. We can discuss this tomorrow."

Steve's mom looked exhausted, and it almost made Steve back down for a second.

But she had never told his dad to shut the fuck up. Had never told Steve that he wasn't pathetic, or stupid, or a waste like his had father always said.

"There's nothing to discuss. You two go have dinner. I'd hate for the entire club to see the actual proof of what shitty parents you are."

He turned to make his way upstairs, batting his mother's hands out of the way when she reached to pull him back.

He was going to call Billy, and probably cry on the phone.

And Billy would sneak into the house and hold Steve's hands and sit up all night with him. He'd call his parents assholes and kiss Steve's forehead and tell him that he is proud of him.

[lgctee]

☮ COMPETITION ☮

It was stupid and naive of him to think that the performance was the worst they were to face. He had seen episodes of Future Dreams before. He should have known that things would only get worse - more intense. After their performances, they were thrown the biggest hit - the ranking system. He grimaced internally. Things were only going to get worse from here and Tee wasn’t sure if he was ready for what was to come.

Where do you rank yourself when you think of ‘the best trainee’?

Tee wasn’t sure how to answer this question. What even was ‘the best trainee’? He wasn’t even sure if he understood what that really meant. Who was the best trainee? What made the best trainee? Tee definitely didn’t know what it meant. How was he supposed to answer that question? He definitely wasn’t confident enough to rank himself.

He thought for a moment. ❛ I don’t know how to answer that since I’ve never thought about it. I don’t know what the best trainee really is, ❜ he answered honestly. ❛ If I had to think about it... I know I’m definitely not the best. I don’t have the personality to be the best. Skills, maybe, but not personality. ❜ He looked at the list of participants. ❛ I definitely wouldn’t be in the top. Maybe middle? ❜

Then comes the next question: who would you want to face against and why? Tee had never really thought about this. He wasn’t a competitive person. In his eyes, each trainee had their own uniqueness and skill set that they brought to the competition. He definitely knew who he didn’t  want to go up against.

❛ That’s tough. Every trainee here is good. ❜ He paused for a moment. ❛ If I had to choose someone for singing, I guess I would say Indy ( @indylgc​ ). ❜ Tee replied honestly. He had been watching Indy since he had joined the evaluation group and watched how he has grown as a performer. His performance during the last scenario had impressed Tee. ❛ I don’t know him well as a person. I haven’t had the chance to get to know him personally but as a performer he’s really impressed me. I’ve seen how he’s grown and improved since he joined the group and I think going against him would definitely prove interesting. ❜ Tee was pretty sure they were evenly matched in terms of vocals so they would be able to have a fairly equal competition - at least in his eyes.

❛ Rapping, well, that’s harder. There are many talented rappers in Legacy. ❜ The only rapper that Tee knew he didn’t want to be pitted against was Max. Max ( @lgcxmax​ ) was his close friend and so he would die if he had to verse him. ❛ But if I had to choose someone based on talent and going off previous performances, I’d have to say Matt ( @lgcmatt ). I was impressed by his performance but also by his stage presence and the way he conducted himself on stage. He seemed confident which was what caught my attention. He has serious rap skills and I think it would make for a great rap battle if I went against Matt. ❜

Finally, the last category - dance. Dance was Tee’s favourite skill. It was how he expressed himself. He needed to think carefully about this one. ❛ This one is the hardest to choose since there are so many talented and amazing dancers. ❜ The best one that Tee knew was his best friend, Wookjin ( @lgcwookjin​ ) but he definitely did not want to verse Wookjin. ❛ If I had to choose another trainee to go against, I would have to choose Kian ( @lgckian​ ). Watching his performance was mesmerising and he clearly shows skills and talent that I think would be a challenge to go against. Preparing to go against Kian would test my own dance abilities which I think is what I need. ❜

He was already regretting his choices, but it was too late now. He only hoped this wouldn’t come back to bite him. But knowing Future Dreams and Legacy, it would.

[passionate-hedgehog]

Sea Monsters and Munge

Pairing: Shayne Topp x Reader friendship

Warnings: None

Word Count: 285

A/N: I heckin enjoy writing Shayne x Reader friendship fics. It’s not so bad for a small blurb, if I do say so myself. I had to ask my best friend who she thought would be the most likely smosher to go on a fishing trip, so if Shayne doesn’t fit this...then...it’s her fault. Part of my prompt notebook series.

Summary: Shayne and Reader wanted to take a break away from the hustle and bustle of filming on the campground for SMOSH Goes Camping.

   Fishing: the ages-old main sport of camping trips. A lot of people dream about fishing on a calm river in Canada. Floating on a boat, patiently waiting for a gill-breathing mouth to catch the hook. Crack open a cold one, maybe with the boys...or boy. Just one boy. 

   ”You’ve got some weird grey bug on your shoulder. Hold still.” Y/n quickly flicked the creature off of Shayne’s coat. “Okay, it’s gone. You can resume your fishing.”

   The man nodded once and continued with his activities. The two were enjoying the peaceful serenity of the open waters until someone’s phone went off as a reminder of their time, needing to get back to shore. Y/n and Shayne both groaned in contempt. 

   ”I don’t wanna go back. Stupid unsightly schedule posted on every wall of every building in this campsite.” Y/n complained as she reeled her line back in. 

   Shayne laid his fishing pole along the inner beam of the small boat, leaving room for his friends’ own pole. He went ahead and started the engine up, then proceeded to navigate them towards the shoreline. “Ya know, you could go again tomorrow night after they film the Board AF. I can guess someone that will be up for a nice venture out here.” 

   Y/n caught Shayne’s smirk he was throwing over his shoulder at her, which she answered with a deadpan expression. “Yes, because Damien just loves open water, right?”

   Shayne turned to face her straight on, his smirk growing. “Damien? I was suggesting Courtney. She loves fishing.”

   ”I’m going to push you into the water and watch you choke on munge. Don’t test me.”

   Shayne threw his head back and laughed. 

[chaos-cubed]

Been watching superstore recently and i just wanna share some unorganized thoughts/opinions/headcannons

Dina is aromantic and garrett is demironantic, send tweet

Not the biggest fan of the “slowburn” of jonah x amy, never really felt super natural to me idk. Jonah had several (seemingly just fine) relationships that had no clear reason to end and amy had that thing goin with the one guy that was kinda abandoned too. And u know people can have multiple relationships and whatever (i really like in ace attorney when edgeworth is portrayed as previously dating lang and currently dating phoenix) it just seems weird how they ho about it in show to me

Because cannon has decided to do what it wants with jonah and amy, i have decided to do the goddamn same, in my version of the events jonah and any stay friends and jonah is omnisexual (because i never see headcannons of polysexual/omnisexual and i dont think the people in those communities deserve that) and he later ends up in a relationship with a guy or a enby (or both im not super picky) and amy stays with the one dude (forgot his name but i think he only shows up in one or two episodes so who could blame me)

Jonah is trans

I highkey kin jonah so idk probably projecting but i do not care

I really enjoyed how down to earth the show was

I love garrett and his character and im glad there was any kind of mainstream disabled rep but could they really not find an actually disabled guy to do the role? If they really couldn’t thats kinda ok i guess but still

Garrett and jonah are my favorite characters by a landslide

I haven’t quite finished season 6 but i do like what ive seen so far (for the most part)

I did a tumblr search and 1, holy shit jonah/amy is popular as fuck, and 2, is there like, any art of this show at all bro? Like what the heck?

Ok ive got it out of my system for now, back to your regularly scheduled programming of mostly nothing aside from some reblogging sprees every so often and some scraps of original content once a month (max)

[mihidecet]

Sbi&co. D&D AU: Hbomb94

AKA: Tibi’s MCYT WritingTober, day 19.

A special thank you to @octopus-defence-squad for requesting an d&d version of Hbomb, I had a lot of fun thinking up things for him!

This is also my fill for “Survival (A tale of)” from @the-only-gamer-gost ‘s list of prompts, which has also been a lot of fun! <3

I do hope you’ll enjoy!

Hbomb has been his name ever since he left his hometown. 

It didn’t serve any specific purpose, other than hiding his true name - not that it was impossible for an arcane user to simply open the backdoor in his mind and take a quick peek inside. But still. 

It was a nice and simple way to separate his past from whatever adventures he was going to embark in, for better or for worse.

H must admit that he’s not proud of everything he’s done in his life. 

Sometimes, coin and situations bring people to do things that they wouldn’t have normally done. He’s not fond of killing and the hits he gets are few and scattered around his life, like somebody stumbling a handful of times during a marathon, no matter how much they stick in his mind, refusing to let him go. But jobs are jobs. 

And at least of that he is proud. He gets the job done, and he is well known for that. Not that he is generally well known, but still. He has gained enough renown that he doesn’t have to actively look for jobs anymore.

Still, the thing is. 

Hbomb has been his name for almost forever, and yet that one time he almost doesn’t recognise it. 

To be fair, the voice that calls it sounds more like a chorus of many different voices, speaking in multiple languages - H knows five different languages, ok, he’s not dumb, but he has a really hard time comprehending what it’s being said - and all coming from the same point a few feet behind him. 

It’s both a whisper and a song, and to be completely honest all it does is creep him out, jump in his skin and hurry to sit up, hand moving to grab his longbow. Which is supposed to be right next to him. 

Instead all he grabs is grass. Bright purple grass. 

H blinks, confused, only then noticing that there is light around him, yet he’s sure he only went to sleep a couple of hours ago. 

Then he looks up, towards where the voice came from, and he nearly screams - nearly being a key word, as his instincts tell him to scream and freeze at the same time, so what he ends up doing is let out an extremely high pitched “eh” sound that lasts about a couple of seconds.

The scene in front of him is both stunning and extremely disturbing. 

Over fields of purple grass shines the light of two red suns, bright over the backdrop of a pastel orange sky. In the distance, a forest, but instead of dark green pines - or even bright purple trees- , all he can see are huge brightly coloured mushrooms.

And then, a few paces away from him, a figure sits, cross legged, gently floating over the grass - the strands seem to reach upwards towards them, as if attracted by some sort of gravity. While H is familiar with tiefling, the ones living in the material plane usually have only one set of horns, none of which pulse with silver light, and one set of eyes, instead of having most of their face covered in them. 

Somehow, without the aid of any eyebrow, the figure seems amused. Maybe it’s the unnatural curve of their smile - are those additional eyes on the palm of their hands, or just tattoos? H really doesn’t remember drinking that much the earlier night. 

“I’m going to excuse the damage you did to my creation, since you seem to be a bit lost. Don’t you know where you are, child?” 

A flower takes flight from one of their horns, turning into a butterfly midway. H has no idea where he is. 

The chuckle that resonates in the air around him sounds like wind chimes, and for a moment he’s reminded of an old friend, an old companion that he used to travel with, a bright eyed warlock who loved to wear flowers in her hair, simply because they would turn into butterflies as she fought. 

H’s lips part in a small “oh”, as if he’s understood something, but to be honest he’s more lost than before. Surely the being sitting in front of him isn’t-

“No, I am not. She is one of my children, still. You came … recommended. Your skills have been evaluated, your deeds have been found worthy.”

That certainly piques his interest. Choosing to ignore how the individual in front of him is currently reading his thoughts - which is quite rude in his personal opinion -, he’s always been fond of Shubble, and she did seem like a reasonable and trustworthy person. Not to mention her cool as hell powers. 

Still, one should be always careful when dealing with mind-reading beings.

“What do you mean? Worthy of what?” 

“Capabilities. Powers.”

“Like?”

“Like you’ve never seen.”

“Would you be able to … elaborate? Please?”

“No.”

Hbomb is going to have a headache. Normally, he’d loathe such a conversation, and he would probably be quick to walk away. But it’s not like he can leave. 

“Oh, but you can. I just brought you here to let you know you’ve been chosen.”

The cheshire smile on the being’s face is deeply worrying, especially since their mouth doesn’t seem to enjoy following the usual anatomical constraints one would expect to find in a mortal. And apparently now he’s signed a contract with them? When did he sign? Can he un-sign? 

Another chuckle fills the air, this time sweeter and warmer, like a hug on a winter night. 

“There is no need to be afraid. You’re not bound to me, not like your friend is at least. Try to focus. Find the connection inside of yourself.”

H isn’t a stranger to meditation - his parent, being an elf, had taught him everything he’d needed to know. So he stares at the creature in front of him for a moment, waiting for any sign that he maybe probably shouldn’t do this, then he closes his eyes. 

It takes him a moment, but once he finds it, it’s impossible not to see it. 

There’s a thread inside of him. Like a string of silk, hanging, floating at the center of his chest. It floats towards his hand as he becomes aware of it, tangling between his fingers, moving on its own as if it were water, or wind. A snake coiling around in his hand. 

While his eyes are closed and his mind is focused, the being’s voice resonates inside his mind, clear as the crystals their eyes were made of. 

“Be good. Good luck, plane traveler.”

There’s a quick pulling sensation around his gut - not a bad feeling, per se, but certainly an unexpected one - and then.

Hbomb’s eyes open to the darkness of the night. He’s back in the same place he went to sleep in. 

But now, there is a slightly luminous tattoo on his right hand, which gives off a feeble light: a purple snake, coiling around his fingers, and a remotely familiar drawing of multiple circles on his palm. 

Digging around, looking for what the circles represent, takes a while. 

But he does remember talking, a few months back, with an arcane scholar with a passion for creating things out of thin air. 

That, on his hand, is a drawing of the planes of existence. 

[wolfsgravity]

I know of all my Obey Me F/Os, I focus on Asmo a lot

But all the Demon Bros mean a lot to me.

(And Diavolo, even though he’s too sweet for me and I gotta yeet myself through the wall to avoid his cuteness)

The first time I listened to Leviathan’s song, even though I don’t understand Japanese, I just felt so much that I nearly cried. That boy needs love, and I’m gonna freaking give it to him.

I just hit that song on my shuffle again today and I usually skip the OM songs when I’m driving cuz I need to sing, but.. the opening notes made me feel kinda giddy today. So I let it play, and my heart felt so fuzzy.

My boys 🥺

[the-wonder-wall]

🌺 -shotdownbutstillalive

PLEASE READ THE TW IN THE TAGS FOR THIS

How much do you draw on personal experiences when roleplaying

I do not want to alarm anyone, but in some ways i draw on personal experience a lot and in others not so much. Basically a lot of the traits I give characters are ones I do tend to have(such as Willow's need for reassurance), but there's also traits I wish I had (such as Kelli's confidence).

Willow's design is also a way for me to work through my trypophobia, their design isn't full of holes, but when I draw it detailed enough it can bother me and that's why i usually leave the scarring less detailed in art i do. I am hoping to one day not be bothered at all because I've had way too many panic attacks from this phobia

Another thing is I have been molested in real life and pressured into sex, both on more than one occasion. This is actually why that's a bit of a common theme in my writings, although in rp its mostly just been implied so far. In my fanfics and stories it's a lot more graphic. Though i do tend to make the situations worse than what happened to me in most cases, because i get too uncomfortable if I can't find a way to separate myself from it.

I could honestly go on about this for awhile, but I'll end it by saying I love stuffed animals even more than Willow, and we both do origami, on a lighter note.

[repmet]

I love the deviancy triggers for the main characters in DBH because it's like

Kara: I must save this child

Connor: I must save my people

Markus: I must slap a bitch

[slipperygremlin]

So! For those who asked! I continued this story!

It may even be longer!

Those who ask will be tagged.

@idlebluedays @hebic @la-na-da

The last sentence is a quote, the person who guesses it gets brownie points! ;)

———————————————————————

Warlock, Aziraphale thought pleasantly, had become an integral part of their lives. Francis and Nanny had visited once a month originally, which of course turned to twice a month, then, as fate would have it; every weekend.

Warlocks 12th birthday was well approaching by the time he noticed the ring gracing Nanny’s slim finger, and after the eve of his birthday, while she cooked him breakfast as Harriet nursed her hangover from consuming multiple bottles of Pinot noir, after a particularly nasty late night quarrel with her husband. Warlock decided he had to ask.

“Nanny?” He swallowed a particularly scorching spoonful of hot cereal.

“Yes, dear?” She spoke, placing two eggs on his plate. Creating a strange angry faced amalgamation of bacon and eggs.

“Are you and Brother Francis married?”

Nanny stiffens. Before she pulls a chair closer to his to seat herself next to him,

“Why ever do you ask that, child?”

His lip quavers under the intense gaze hidden by her glasses. “Your ring... and he calls you ‘my dear’... I thought? If you were married... you might have children of your own.” He speaks it with a hint of jealousy. After all, Nanny still looked young and vibrant. Shuffling, teary eyed in his seat. “I would understand...but I would miss you-“ he knows it sounds selfish. But he’s a child, and he can’t help himself.

Nanny ashtoreth twirls her ring on her finger with alarm. She has a decision to make-

She breaks the silence with the rumbling honk, the sound of the chair moving closer, he recognized her open arms for what they are, and shifted into her embrace. Head cradled gently at her bosom.

“Warlock...Nanny will always be here...” she speaks, her voice a hum of love.

“Always?” Warlock breaths against her linens. Taking in the Smokey scent of her, wishing, hoping, if God was ever so kind, as Brother Francis has always stated, he could be reborn again one day, in another life, as her baby.

“Always.” Nanny spoke, feeling his longing tear into her, forcing the rivulets from her eyelids. But never allowing him to see.

“I love you, nanny.” Warlock whispered against the red of her bows.

Ashtoreth’s hand fell gently on his back, rubbing soothingly. “And I love you, my darling boy.”

“I love you more.” Warlock chided, mood lifted.

“I love you, most.” Nanny spoke soothingly. Brushing his hair back and kissing his temple.

It doesn’t need to be answered, Warlock understood well enough. He never returned to the subject. Nanny had a way of confirming his beliefs.

For Warlock, who’s mother was all but entirely absent, and father who seemed to just exist. Nanny was, is, and always will be, mom.

And mother is god in the eyes of a child.

[leeuwchen]

Mal angenommen, dass nur ein Huber überlebt: Welches Szenario hältst du da für wahrscheinlicher, und welches würde dir persönlich (z. B. auch in Hinblick auf Ringos berufliche Zukunft) besser gefallen?

Müsste ich aktuell allein aufgrund des Storyverlaufs Geld darauf setzen, wer als toter Huber endet (WENN es denn einen treffen muss) und Interviews/Instagram/Castinginformationen etc. nicht mit einbeziehen, würde ich auf Jakob tippen.

Wenn er die Brandstiftung bei Huber Bau überlebt und Benedikt nicht, steht er da als jemand, der seine Frau (zu dem Zeitpunkt vermutlich mehrfach) geschlagen und gewaltsam bedrängt hat, sexuell grob und übergriffig geworden ist und schließlich den Tod seines eigenen Bruders verschuldet hat, was wie ein Verlauf klingt, nach dem man bei Soaps in irgendeiner Form seinen Abgang findet und nichts Neues mehr beginnt, weil man nicht mehr integrierbar ist. Selbst als Bösewicht wäre es schwierig, er hat sich ja keine Wohnung erschlichen, aus der man ihn nicht rausschmeißen kann, also wäre seine Verweildauer mit der gesetzlichen Kündigungsfrist als Ablaufdatum versehen.

Bei Benedikt hingegen wird gerade der Konflikt mit Till aufgebaut, der ihm vermutlich irgendwann die Beziehung mit Ute kosten könnte, und das würde mit seinem Tod dann verpuffen. Stattdessen hätte man mit seinem Ableben die Konstellation, dass Ute trauert, während Till sie schon liebt und vermutlich erst einmal nur freundschaftlich für sie sorgen wollen würde, aber seine Gefühle nicht unterdrücken könnte und auch wenn es bis jetzt bei den beiden nur Freundschaft ist, wird das Thema Trauer/Trauer überwinden/neue Partnerschaft bei  Robert/Britta + Roswithas Einmischung schon bespielt und ist auch in der aufkommenden Paco/Jana-Lovestory bestimmt noch mal Thema. Das wären mir dann doch ein bisschen zu viel Parallelstorys in dieser Sache.

Überlebte Benedikt und Jakob würde sterben, dann hätte Benedikt dessen Tod zwar womöglich im Showdown verursacht (je nachdem, was genau passiert), aber es wäre trotzdem in einer Situation passiert, die nicht er, sondern Jakob durch die Brandstiftung verursacht hat. Zwar würde Benedikt dann vermutlich von anderen (vielleicht auch von sich selbst) eine Teilschuld gegeben, weil sein Verhalten (ONS mit Saskia, Provokation im Bruderkonflikt, Rausbugsieren Jakobs aus Huber Bau) den Absturz mitmotiviert hat, aber dass Jakobs Reaktionen mehr und mehr das Maß verloren haben, wurde jetzt von so ziemlich jedem eingeräumt, der mit der Situation zu tun hatte. Mit diesen Voraussetzungen wäre Benedikt wohl besser weiterzuerzählen, ohne aus allem „rauszufliegen“: Wie geht er mit dem Schuldgefühl um, das sich sicher unter seiner harten Schale einnistet? Wie mit den Vorwürfen der anderen? Wie viel Schaden ist Huber Bau entstanden? Und wie sieht es mit dem Image aus? (Wobei Benedikts Ruf jetzt so oft gefährdet war, dass der Aspekt für mich persönlich gerne eine Pause einlegen könnte!)

Bei Jakob wäre der Absturz mit dem Tod Benedikts so weit vorangekommen, dass im Anschluss eigentlich ein erneuter Prozess wegen der Brandstiftung oder ein stationärer Aufenthalt in einer Therapieeinrichtung stehen müsste. Ihn wieder einzugliedern in ein normales Schilleralleeleben wäre wie gesagt schwierig, wenn auch nichts „unerzählbar“ ist und ich seine Charakterzeichnung in dieser Story bisher sehr stimmig finde, weil die Anlagen zu seinem Verhalten tatsächlich von Anfang an da und durch die sehr präsente Kindheit der Hubers gut motiviert waren. Dieser Bogen wäre noch weiter spannbar in eine „Versuch der Wiedergutmachung/mit der Vergangenheit abzuschließen“-Storyline, zumindest in der Brudersache. Da beide sehr schmutzig in den Kampf miteinander eingestiegen sind, könnte ich mir hier generell eine Anschlussstory vorstellen und finde den Teil der Story auch wesentlich interessanter, weil ich Geschwisterkonflikte/Auseinandersetzung mit dem “wie wir wurden, wer wir sind” sehr spannend finde. Für Saskia wünsche ich mir eine Emanzipationsstory, fände die aber stärker, wenn sie es tut, weil sie es für sich und ihre Entwicklung WILL und nicht, weil sie es ohnehin MUSS, weil ihr Mann gestorben ist. Daher wäre meine persönlich gewünschte Option, dass beide lebendig rauskommen und Jakob zeitnah erkennt, dass zu viel kaputt ist, als dass er noch in Köln würde bleiben können/wollen. Nachdem sie bei Conor schon "Umkehr und Verbesserung nach einem großen Absturz" flott abgewickelt haben, denke ich, das zu wiederholen, würde die falsche Message über solche Vorgänge und Gewalttätigkeit, die plötzlich wieder verschwindet, senden.

Was Ringo betrifft: Wenn Benedikt stirbt und Huber Bau an Larissa und Valentin geht, die Figuren aber am Seriengeschehen nicht mehr teilnehmen, gäbe es drei Hauptoptionen: Verkauf von Huber Bau ohne weiteren Firmensitz in der Schillerallee (dann müsste Ringo vielleicht in die angeteaserte Selbständigkeit starten, allerdings müsste man darauf achten, dass diese so stattfindet, dass sie genug Interaktionsmöglichkeiten bietet, denn mit Huber Bau fiele einfach zu viel davon weg), Einsetzen eines Senior-Geschäftsführers/Besitzers, der den Firmensitz übernimmt (was eine neue Rolle bedeuten würde, die alles Mögliche für seine Karriere bedeuten könnte, genauso wenn ein neues Unternehmen dort Platz fände) oder man setzt ihn selbst als Geschäftsführer ein, was bedeuten würde, dass er versuchen müsste, im Kölschen Klüngel mitzumischen, um zwischen der Altherrenriege vom Avernus-Club zu bestehen (vielleicht noch mal mit Familie Richter aneinanderzugeraten (?)) und das könnte sehr interessant werden, würde aber hart mit der Baby-Storyline kollidieren, denn mit der Übernahme wäre Ringo fürs erste wohl sehr beschäftigt und ich denke, es wird jetzt nach dem Klinikbesuch nicht allzu lange dauern, bis Vivien sich die Eizelle einsetzen lässt und darauf wird dann die Konzentration liegen (wie Ringsy gespannt sind, sie umsorgen, sie ins Zweifeln gerät etc.). Nebenbei/Kurz vorher mal eben Huberbau zu übernehmen, wäre eine sehr ambitionierte Story.

Am meisten hoffe ich übrigens, dass wir das Huber Bau-Set nicht verlieren, weil ich sowohl die Tobias/Ringo-Dynamik als auch (mittlerweile) das Arbeitsteam Huber/Beckmann/Schönfeld sehr mag. Wenn es doch zerstört wird, Benedikt aber überlebt, würde Ringo wohl helfen, die Firma wieder auf die Beine zu bringen, was für mich als Fan der merkwürdigen Vater-Ziehsohn-Beziehung der beiden auch Potential hätte. Und falls Hubi doch stirbt, hat er bitte überraschend Richard Beckmann mit irgendetwas in seinem Testament bedacht, das würde mein Herz zum Abschied brauchen.

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No I have not inserted myself back into the Ahit fandom and immediately made an au about the Conductor having a genetic disorder that made him closer to his feral ancestors rather than the rest of his more civilized siblings after reading some fanfics about DJGrooves and the Conductor. No I would never do that.

.............so basically hes the only one of his siblings that can actually fly and if toppled over his breaking point he can go into a half feral rage. But he can get talked down from.

And later in the story, thanks to his disorder he's not immune to the dreaded Moon Dust that DJGrooves and the rest of the penguins drag into the studio. So he gets MoonDust poisoning and desperately tries to hide it. Hes heard that it's not uncommon to be fatal, but as if hes gonna take a break to enjoy his life. As if he has anywhere to go but the studio itself anyway.

(Might as well put this here but MoonDust poisoning effects only birds and the side effects come in stages where (like rabies most of the time (or so I've heard) when the side effects show, it's too late) The disease will effect the brain and genetic make up of the bird, bringing up old habits and if listened to the Bird's feathers will start falling out and turning blue, starting from a focal point. The more they listen, the more feathers turn blue. But as long as they fight (or find their own unique way of having it paused somehow (Conductor ends up having the mental take over delayed thanks to Snatcher)) the poisoning wouldnt take over their mind, practically turning them into a false knock off of those moon penguins.

But that doesnt mean it still wouldnt kill them if they're not careful, as the infected bird's body/DNA is being morphed. When completely infected the bird's body would be a pale moon like blue, webbed feet/hands, and larger lungs. For swimming. But since MoonPenguins tend to not swin, most dont have them. But remember The Conductor has a genetic disorder. And that's the scary part. Everything else and he would be mostly fine. But his lungs? Luckily he survived that.

In the end Hat Kid manages to grab a time piece and gives it to the Conductor. So now his condition can be switched between MoonOwl and TrainConductor. But if he goes back into movie filming depends entirely on him.

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Sanders Sides Theory, The Sides That Aren't Pt 1: Remy and Emile

Theories Master Post

So my sick and feverish brain had an epiphany when researching a theory on Roman and Remus (two epiphanies actually) that involved revitalizing a scrapped idea and latching onto something that initially started as a joke and then accidentally found evidence for. So let’s talk about that.

So let’s start with that scrapped idea here in part 1.

Let’s talk Remy and Emile.

These are two characters who are constantly associated with the sides in fandom in various interactions and ways, and yet why? Shouldn’t they be dismissed as just two random characters that Thomas and co made in the seemingly endless number of videos they’ve created? I mean, the two supposedly live in an entirely different universe than the sides. So we shouldn’t be “reading” them as sides, logically speaking.

So why such a big part of the fandom is latching onto these characters as sides (or equivalent to sides) despite the fact that they don’t actually appear in Sanders Sides (or at least haven’t yet, but we’ll get to that)?

Well, that answer is a bit layered.

The first and obvious answer is color theory, which I talked about in my Orange side theory. Essentially the audience knew for certain the sides were following color patterns from the moment Janus made his appearance with his bright yellow gloves. Patton and Logan’s colors existing independently of each other was what brought initial hesitation to that model because they were both blue, but they aren’t exactly, instead both primary color sets (Red, Blue, Yellow) and (Cyan, Magenta, Yellow) are being employed as well as the secondary color set (Green, Purple, Orange). (Yes, yellow is included in both primaries, which is part of the brilliance of it being used for Janus because it only adds to his character as existing in binaries.) You’ll notice however, that to complete the (CMY) model, you need the Magenta. Visually speaking, it’s easy to pick out the pink tied Emile to fill that role.

As I’ve already stated, I’m not the only one who thinks Emile’s the perfect slot for that ideology, there’s a reason why he keeps appearing in fan art and fiction related to the sides. Is it his tie alone though that pushes the audience into placing him into that role? No. If it were that simple, I would simply point out that c!Thomas is also often slotted into the “pink spot” and leave it at that because c!Thomas is clearly already included in the Sanders Sides as we see him there. No, instead I’m here to tell you that assigning pink to c!Thomas is a mischaracterization.

But again, the answer of how and why is a bit layered, so let’s move onto Remy for the moment and circle back to Emile.

Going back to color theory for a moment, (CMY) is actually an incomplete version of that primary model. It’s actually (CMYK), with the K standing for Black. So in truth, to fulfill that model we actually need both a Magenta and a Black side. You are likely already predicting what I’m going to say, but Remy is indeed the perfect fit for that role and not simply because of his outfit choice.

To start off by defining why Remy is a side, we need to understand what the sides are and what differentiates them from the “shorts sides”.

For those of you who are unaware, the Sanders Shorts has a set of characters (Teacher, Anxiety, etc.) who have their own names that call back to their roles in a simplified, easy to remember way (Teacher=Teal, Anxiety=Andy, Dad=Dyad, and Prince=Pryce). These four in particular are characters that the audience immediately connects with the main four sides from Sanders sides, but can also immediately recognize a dissonance between them.

For example, Virgil and Andy are not at all synonymous with one another. Andy wears Virgil’s old jacket, it’s true, but he also has a very relaxed attitude whenever he’s not specifically “giving” anxiety. He also is different than Virgil because he clearly does not suffer from the symptoms of anxiety he gives. Instead, he simply turns up, does his job and is satisfied in that accomplishment. Andy is more like what Virgil tried to be in the first season, but failed because he simply cared too much.

Andy is more of a one dimensional character who fulfills a single role, he isn’t shown to have specific likes, dislikes, hopes, wants, dreams, or fears like Virgil is. Virgil is a complicated, multi-faceted character who cares, quite a bit. He has as much, if not more anxiety than he gives because he cares about the result of c!Thomas’ actions. He wants to protect c!Thomas and the other sides, he likes the color purple and MCR, he dislikes being patronized, but he yearns for love and acceptance as who he is.

What ultimately differentiates the Sanders Sides, from the Sanders Shorts sides is their dimension. The Sanders Sides are characters with layers, depth and personality, while the Sanders Shorts sides are flat characters in comparison.

So what does that have to do with Remy?

Remy is a multi-dimensional character. He’s defiant and rebellious, he likes to stay out late and party, he likes lavender, loud music, pumpkin spice, layered clothing, autumn. He’s over dramatic sometimes and funny. He stands out from the one dimensional characters in the Sanders Shorts because he is much more layered than them.

However, Remy’s stuck in the Sanders Shorts videos because of how c!Thomas sees him, as Sleep. How is a character who represents Sleep meant to help c!Thomas in his everyday life afterall? Except, c!Thomas historically simplifies and misunderstands his own sides. Patton is more than morality, he’s at the center of a whole range of emotions, he’s the heart. Logan isn’t just simple logic, he tries to be considerate of the others, he’s hopeful and has a deep understanding on a whole range of subjects that often go outside the bounds of simple, logical knowledge. Saying that Patton is Morality or Logan is Logic is an oversimplification of what the characters represent, that was done specifically by c!Thomas. Then, understanding Janus as Deceit was in many ways a flat out misunderstanding of what the character represented. Patton told the audience from the beginning that Janus is self-preservation. Lying is one of the tools Janus uses to achieve that end. (More on that in another theory.)

I believe that Remy being labeled as Sleep is a misunderstanding of him by c!Thomas. (I also believe that this is an intentional move made by Thomas & co.)

So, if not Sleep, then what is Remy? Well, as I’ve stated, that answer is complicated because all of the Sides are an array of things. They’re complex characters who can’t really be simplified to a single term and doing such is a fallacy, but as it helps audience understanding I’m going to do it anyway.

In simplest terms, Remy is Apathy. Consider for a moment that at his baseline c!Thomas is someone who cares a lot, like a lot about everything. The whole nature of Sanders Sides as a show is literally how much he cares. However, caring too much can be a problem, leading to emotional over-exertion. People need a certain level of apathy to be able to sleep, to push all their problems away for a little while and take time to decompress and recharge. This would be why Remy is associated with sleep. He gives c!Thomas the mindset to be able to sleep, rather than being the function itself.

We can also see evidence that Remy is apathy in the character itself. Remy lives a very “in the moment” kind of life. He parties, constantly drinks coffee, and generally seems to do what he wants, even when it gets him into trouble. (Like getting completely lost.) He plays on his phone when people talk to him too long, he gets bored with being chastised, and essentially shrugs off criticism. It’s because he’s apathetic. He is essentially the embodiment of “fuck it” behavior. In real life it’s the often people who party most nights that care the least about their lives because they’re unhappy and a little dead inside. The partying “in the moment” behavior acts as a distraction from the nothingness. Sort of like simulating emotions with physical rushes (high amounts of caffeine or alcohol, loud music, crowds, essentially anything to drown out the “nothingness”). On top of that, Remy also embodies some gay stereotypes in a way that many of Thomas’ characters don’t. Again, it’s because he doesn’t care about being stereotyped. He’ll say want he wants, act how he wants, and live how he wants.

Even his name is evidence. While we might be drawn to the conclusion that Remy is a play on the Rem-cycle (and that is almost certainly part of it given the Sleep connotation, though the Rem-cycle is actually the point at sleep where the brain is most active and a person is easiest to wake from sleep) You should also be aware that it’s a nickname for the name Remington. Remington is derived from the old English word “hremm” that meant both “raven” and “settlement”. While a raven is the perfect association for the black color-scheme and some of his personality traits, the literal and metaphorical meanings of the term “settlement” I think is the perfect idea to associate with what I believe Remy is meant to embody. Both the literal place to stop and rest, a safe place, but also the settlement of the mind, being able to push all of the emotional and literal fatigue of the day away. The fact that Remy is gone so often is very telling in the stressed and emotional state that c!Thomas is in.

Also in regards to names, Remy and Emile are intrinsically connected. While both have name meanings that are very important to their characters, they’re also the names of the brothers from Ratatouille. (A movie basically about pursuing your dreams when the world and even your family are against you.) Their names and the connection between their names is evidence that the two characters were designed together as a tribute.

So let’s get back to Emile for a bit. Like Remy we know he’s more complicated than many of the characters from the shorts. For example, we know he loves cartoons, references, and jokes. He’s generally seems to be a happy person and is a therapist (or at least plays one). So, what exactly is he if he’s a side? Well, as I’ve said none of the sides are so simple as to signify one single thing. On top of that, I think his lack of appearance in almost anything besides Cartoon Therapy is evidence to the fact that c!Thomas doesn’t understand him. Like, I think he has some grasp on Remy, despite misunderstanding him, however I think he simply has no connection or understanding of what Emile does/represents. Yet, if I had to label him with a single trait for simplicity sake, it would be Acceptance, essentially the other reason why Sanders Sides exists (or at least has conflict).

There is so much that c!Thomas hasn’t accepted about his life, his career, but most importantly about himself. It’s why the debates go on with each new episode and why the sides struggle to accept each other. It is also why Emile would not have yet made an actual appearance yet in Sanders Sides, I would consider him to be a rejected and repressed light side. Also, embodying acceptance, it would be his job above all else to listen to the other sides. A good therapist does not add their own voice and opinion into the mix until their client is ready to hear it. They need time to get through it all and process. That is exactly what Sanders Sides is already doing for c!Thomas.

Let’s get back to names for a moment, as I said, Emile’s name meaning is also incredibly fitting for what I believe that he represents as a Side. Emile literally means “coming from the Aemilian family” which is in turn derived from the Latin word “aemulus” meaning complete.

My theory is essentially that Emile is going to be our last surprise, maybe coupled with Remy or maybe directly after Remy. Remy, the “darkside” who is often AWOL because he’s self aware of how dangerous he can be in too high of doses and Emile, the “lightside” who is repressed. Essentially, Apathy, reminding him that it’s okay to let go of things for a while and Acceptance, teaching him how to accept himself above all things.

I had initially scrapped this theory because a friend told me Thomas and co had already denied that Remy and Emile are in the Sanders sides universe  and I have a little bit more to say about that in particular in part 2 (which should be coming out in the next couple days, so keep an eye out) but also I want to just set a reminder that you shouldn’t believe much about what a creator denies about their work. Of course they aren’t going to reveal secrets or surprises to you early. Do I know for a fact that Remy and Emile are Sides? Absolutely not, all I can do is align the evidence and present to you my findings.

(Also general shout out to @candied-peach for listening to all of my insanity to get me to this point. Seriously, thank you.)

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I See The Way They Look At Me (Peter Parker X Female Reader) Part Two

Endgame Spoilers! Do not read if you don't want spoilers!

A/N Hiya, this is the second part to the previous fic :D I'll be doing a taglist now as well, so if you want to be tagged, gimme a shout! Once again, title is from the song 'O.D.D' by Hey Violet, and enjoy the fic!

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Sometimes I wondered what went through Peter's head. He was so young and yet...he'd seen the worst of the world. He'd even died! How did he deal with that?

Truth is, he didn't. He didn't deal with it, not the way people said he should. He just ignored everything that had happened, acting like everything was normal, everything was okay, and as if the world hadn't suffered the loss of half of the population. He pretended he was fine.

I saw through the lie. Dad was the God of Lies as well, so I just picked up on lies quickly, like a wolf picked up the scent of prey.

"Peter?" I whispered, walking into his room. He was laid on his bed, eyes shut, but he wasn't sleeping. He opened his eyes to look at me, and I frowned slightly upon seeing the slight redness of his eyes, and the shadows under them. He really wasn't okay.

"What?" He asked, his voice slightly croaky, and I sat next to him, and sighed ever so softly.

"Peter, come on, talk to me. Please." I mumbled, watching as his shifted slightly so his head was resting on my lap. He bit his lip gently, thinking, and then a small whimper escaped from his lips. I flinched at the noise.

"I just-" He started, but he stopped, shaking his head. "I keep on thinking of what I saw. I was so scared. I thought he was going to die. He was going to die, Y/N." He looked up at me, slight tears welling in his eyes, and I frowned, gently running my fingers through his hair. "I almost lost you too." He added. I flinched again, eyes flicking to my leg.

"But he didn't. Tony's fine, Peter. Yeah, he's got a few burns and a metal arm. But he's alive." I countered, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "And I'm here, aren't I?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"What if this is a dream? A elaborate dream I've made up to deal with you guys dying?" Peter mused. I shook my head.

"Peter, I'm real! So is Tony, neither of us are dead." I stopped playing with his hair, and he sat up to look at me properly.

"But you almost died out there!" Peter protested. "What if you had? I can't deal with losing another person. I can't. You've already lost part of you, how long is it until we lose all of you?" He pointed to my left leg, then tapped it gently. A metallic noise rang out, and I looked at the floor. "Please, Y/N, please. Stay." He mumbled, wrapping his arms around me, and I nodded.

"Okay. But only for a while, I need to get back to the compound." I muttered, returning the hug, and Peter gently pulled me down so we were both laying. His grip was strong but soft, and I smiled softly. "Okay, okay, I'll stay. Only because you're cute." I joked gently. I heard Peter chuckle softly, and I smiled.

Mission accomplished.

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I awoke slowly, snuggling into the warmth beside me. Why was it so warm? Not that I cared, because I was half asleep, and I liked the warm. Kind of. The warm suddenly moved, eliciting a squeak from me, and I opened my eyes to see that Peter was smiling at me, and I smiled back.

"Kiss?" He asked quietly, and I chuckled softly, shaking my head. Peter pouted, and I smiled even more. "Aw, but you know I don't care about morning breath." He huffed, playfully. I rolled my eyes, and pecked his cheek gently.

"There, now release me, wild beast." I laughed, and Peter whined, but let go anyway. I sat up, and grinned at Peter. "I'll be back soon." I told him, and I opened a portal to my room, and stepped through, closing it behind me. I wasn't surprised to find Tony, arms folded, eyebrow raised, and smirking slightly, in my room, leaning against my door.

"Before you say anything, I was at Peter's, taking care of him, because he cannot ignore everything that's happened. It's not good for him, you should know that." I said, mirroring his expression. Tony gave a small shrug.

"Yeah, yeah, okay, just...tell me next time you're gonna do that." He mumbled, and I nodded.

"I was gonna, but that boy has one hell of a grip." I chuckled. "I could've broke free, but...I'm not passing up the chance to get some cuddles. How're you and Stephen?" I asked, a small smirk sneaking onto my face, and Tony rolled his eyes.

"Wow, can't hide anything from you, can I?" He asked, laughing quietly. I shrugged. "We're good. Better than good, actually." He smiled softly. "He's still a bit iffy about the whole Pepper thing, but...we're getting there." He added. "Wait...how did you even know?"

"Tony, my dad was the God of Lies, and Mischief. I think I'm capable of figuring out who's trying to get with who. Damn, you two are oblivious." I joked, still smirking. Tony left out a loud laugh, and left my room, leaving me to have a shower and get dressed.

After I'd done so, I returned to Peter, who had done the same.

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