#Sasha as i said i just sorta there for while

[dandelion-system]

Hello!

I’m not sure of the extent of our covert-ness, as a couple of people have said after our diagnosis that they ‘had a feeling something was going on’. But, nobody ever bought it up before our diagnosis, except the occasional snarky comment from my mum that I acted like ‘a 2 year old’ sometimes or I was just ‘not the dandy she knew’

But other than that- im reckoning that we were pretty covert.

I (Raven) haven’t been around as long as some of the others, so I’m gonna go off what they’re telling me. But according to them, when we were physically younger, we would very, very frequently have conversations with, arguments with, debates with ourself using we/us pronouns. As a kid we just told ourself we were using the royal we, and woke did it when we were alone. But we did it. Lots of disagreements over food and clothes and what games to play or shows to watch- and also a lot of ‘mum is gonna kill us’ ‘stop being so dramatic ugh look at us!’ ‘Why am I talking like this?’ ‘I’m just gonna be quiet for a bit now.’

I wasn’t aware back then that these were alters, but it’s the earliest I can say that we have been communicating.

Come our early teen years, and this I remember doing myself because I was a little weirdo as a 13 year old- we got really into spirituality, both the meditation kind and the ghosts kind. I think it was me and Cass, and I was more ghost and Cassie was more meditation. Anyway, I was like, 90% sure we were haunted, and I would talk to the ghosts in my head. I was hanging around some witchy people at the time so I was completely convinced this was normal. Cassie did a lot of visualisation meditation, and she got actual VISUALS! she met up with Sasha most, but saw some others. I don’t know and she’s asleep so I won’t bother her.

Pre system discovery, communication was not exactly easy or something we understood. Post discovery, it’s been a bit better. We’re still covert, except for the people who know our diagnosis.

The thing that started making us think about being a system was actually a psychology class. We were doing a childhood unit and talking about how emotional needs need to be met for regular development, and I started thinking, and I started realising that we actually had a really rough time of it. A bunch of circumstances and bad environments had likely led us to develop a bunch of the ‘irregular’ behaviours we were studying in class. We’ve always been curious, so we started looking at patterns in behaviours.

Eventually, we found that the only things we could see a pattern in was memory loss. This led us to discovering dissociation and how it can cause amnesia.

Fast forward a bit, and we’re looking into things that cause dissociation and consider DID. The host at the time starts noting shifting food preferences, shifting gender, shifting opinions and feeling of what age we were, shifting priorities, likes and dislikes. It’s a while before anything comes of this, but we start noticing patterns. We always feel x, y, z at the same time, for example one of our alters, who we still struggle to distinguish we sorta have a checklist almost? Feels like a boy, but not fully, loves the rain, hates milk, feels 14.

Some alters have been easier to communicate with than others just due to willingness to be seen and heard. Others still try and hide away from front, mask as ‘host’ or pretend to be another alter so they don’t get noticed.

I think I may have rambled a bit so I’m sorry about that. I think overall, what I’m saying is that it’s been a journey to be able to communicate with parts, even after being diagnosed for two years and knowing about the system for three. Some parts still won’t communicate, some that used to now refuse, and some like myself have slowly been able to get more confident in talking. But it’s really fluid. Sometimes it’s like no one is there at all, and sometimes it’s like there’s 5 or 6 of us in front, and it’s so loud then. Sometimes I can see them trying to talk to me, or feel it? But not hear it. Sometimes I can hear it but can’t see it. Sometimes we need to be dissociated to communicate properly. Sometimes it takes a lot of focus to communicate. It’s going to be different for each alter, too. I can almost always communicate with James and the few littles that always hang around, but I’m not so great when it comes to other alters.

I guess it all just comes down to patience. And not being afraid to get it wrong. Anyway, I hope this was helpful and not just a big old ramble haha. I hope you’re okay too!

Any systems who were very Covert before discovery how did you discover/start communicating with your parts?

Anymore resources or personal experience would be helpful to me, whether through this post, or my ask box if you want to remain anon

Note: i do not know any confirmed names or information about them please do not give me resources that only contribute to already established/known parts, thank you.

[topherwrites]

- start of a silver fox

summary - back from deployment, you notice a change in your boyfriend's appearance. pairing - jake seresin x (fem!)reader word count - 1.4k rating - no smut, but 18+ anyways, mdni! content warnings & tags - age gap (reader is in her early twenties, jake is in his early thirties) / fwb to lovers / no use of (y/n) / vague allusions to sex / mentions of nudes / mentions of masturbation / no actual smut / mentions of death (sorta) / lmk if i missed anything! a/n: saw these recent photos of glen ➙ became possessed ➙ wrote this. reblogs, comments, and likes super appreciated!

Jake is back after three long months on deployment, a fourth of your relationship — not counting the first couple months when you were ‘just hooking up’. This is your first welcome back. Having texted extensively with Nat’s girlfriend, Sasha, you were given a pretty good lay of the land by her, informed of what to expect.

Homecoming day has arrived, and excitement has consumed your entire body, making your limbs buzz. 

Awaiting his arrival on the pier, your foot tapping out a nervous rhythm, you stand in the back, allowing spouses and children to be the first in line. You’re just the girlfriend, the one almost a decade younger than him, the one you know his friends assumed wouldn't be around long. You assumed you wouldn't be around long. Jake is a charmer, and when he set his sights on you, you assumed it would be a one-night stand, a fling at most. 

But one night turned into two and then three, which turned into nearly three months of falling asleep and waking up next to him. Most days you’d get a text the second he was done with training, the buzz of your phone always kicking up your heartbeat. 

At first, you’d just meet him at The Hard Deck for drinks, then dinner at sit-down restaurants — the preambles to him fucking the shit out of you growing longer and decidedly less casual. Post-coital, he’d sling an arm around your waist in an attempt to keep you from slipping out, waking up with that same soothing weight on you. Eventually, he casually mentioned that you could keep some of your stuff at his place — for convenience, he said. He tried slipping the suggestion under the radar, pre-coffee on a Saturday morning. Bleary-eyed and half-asleep, you barely processed his words, absent-mindedly humming in response. 

Then you saw the half-cleared-out drawer — which you later learned was a measure in order not to spook you. Like a full drawer would make you wise to his intentions, like he was trying to acclimate you to the idea of commitment, to a relationship with him.

You remember the feeling of placing spare clothes in that drawer; a spare bra and sweatshirt. Jake watching you from the doorway, trying to not act too pleased in response.

You liked him, his company and his laugh and his baffling love of Taylor Swift that he blamed on his nieces. The man under the bravado wormed his way into your brain. 

Though, you could appreciate how he looked puffed-chest and cocksure. Near equally competitive as you are. The first game night you spent with his friends meant you both were banned from ever being on the same team again. Pictionary, trivia, One-Night Ultimate Werewolf — you mopped the floor with them. The rule wasn't entirely the case of sore losers, you can acknowledge the fact that you two were immediately, freakishly in sync. Ultimate Werewolf may have ended in tears of betrayal being shed.

And that's how things progressed for a while, falling deeper while avoiding acknowledging the fact that you were in a relationship. Afraid to say the words and make things complicated. Near everyone in both your and his life were trying to push you both to just trust it. Have a little faith in one another.

One minute you were his girlfriend in all but name, and then you were just his girlfriend. A confession on his couch in the midst of rewatching Veep, ‘Relax, cow eyes’ the soundtrack to everything falling into place.

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Once officers start filtering off the ship, your mind blanks in anxiety. Around you, tears are shed, and poster board is ditched in favor of tight hugs. Laughter and children squealing background noise. You scan the crowd, the sun beating down on you, searching for the handsome shape of Jake Seresin. People come and go, giving you a better view of the naval officers, till you finally spot yours moving towards you. He weaves through the throng with ease, standing before you in a matter of seconds. 

A smile stretches your face, eyes squinting from both happiness and the sun. You scan him, categorizing any minute change. Gray. A small streak above his right ear. Your nerve endings light up like a Christmas tree, the sensation doubling at the slight hint of age. Reaching out, your fingers run across his scalp, nails tracing back, playing with the hair that has decided in his relatively brief absence to go gray. 

He doesn't shy from your touch, his lashes fluttering at the sensation, an intimate moment playing out in public. Though no one is probably taking notice, wrapped up in their own reunion. He does seem to be a hint abashed at your attention. 

He breaks the quiet, “Hey, sweetheart.”

The sound of his voice, clear and unobstructed by distance, rushes through you. Fuck. You're trying to suppress the blatant arousal coursing through your system, keep it out of your voice. Words startled, voice pitched, “You've gone gray.”

Despite your age gap, it’s never been your thing, your Tinder age range has only ever been set 3 years older — but seeing Jake in the flesh, and with a few more grays, is making you muster every ounce of self-control so you don't fuck him in the parking lot, ride him in the backseat of his truck. He probably wouldn't enjoy getting dishonorably discharged.

He hefts his duffle over his shoulder, free hand taking your own to lead you to the car — his truck that he handed the keys over to, something in his gaze when he told you to not let the battery die. Maybe a way for him to feel connected to you, maybe a reassurance that you'd be around when he got back. Your board is still in the bed, having taken up surfing in the mornings since your time was no longer being occupied by Jake slowly fucking you into the mattress.

“I already had grays, I'm just… grayer now.” His pace is quick. It's clear that he's itching to get home. Your boots stamp on the pavement as you practically skip behind him, content with his hand in yours. He looks at you out of the side of his eye, eyebrow raised, “And I wonder why that is.”

“That suspiciously sounds like an accusation.”

“Those photos…” He stops at the teal-striped Ford, throwing his duffle next to your surfboard. Crowding you against the side of it.​, his​​ voice dropping, “​I was opening my mail in the mess, ‘bout gave me a heart attack.”

You’d sent them on a whim — a well-researched whim, ​​you didn't need some random desk jockey finding out your taste in lingerie. But you had missed Jake and wanted him to miss you in return. And what better way to make the heart grow fonder than with scantily clad pictures of your body?

“Well? Did you like them?” You know he liked them, it was a whole production to take them, but even if it wasn't — he’s a man, and you were in lingerie. You looked hot, are hot, present tense. An indisputable fact. And he’s not reserved with telling you and showing you that, but you can't pass up a moment to hear it voiced to you, not after how long he’s been gone.

“I think I have carpal tunnel.” 

You snort out a laugh as he exaggeratedly shakes out his hand, clenching and unclenching his fist for your amusement. Eyes skating along your features, he huffs, “Add that to the long list of ailments you've inflicted.”

Letting your fingers lightly trace down his biceps, you press your body even closer to his, perhaps a touch too scandalous for a parking lot in broad daylight. A coy reply rolls off your tongue, “I keep you young.”

“You're going to send me to an early grave.”

Rising to your toes, you brush your lips against his, holding back from full contact. You feel his breath stall in his chest, desperate for it. His hands settle on your waist, squeezing, his face awash in anticipation. He’s beautiful.

Your palm stroking the side of his head, you brush the hair away from his face, pinky skimming the top of his ear. You single out the silver strands between your fingers, silky soft as ever. He’s real and yours — home. 

“Ditto. Might as well invest in matching plots, right?”

Broad shoulders shaking with laughter, he brushes his nose against yours. Palms cupping the side of your face, thumbs sweeping across your cheeks, he stops waiting. A long-awaited kiss pressed to your lips, neither one of you able to keep the smiles off your faces.

e/n: thank you for reading!

[aquaaquila]

As for Marcy's name translating to god of war, for some reason my brain always sorta associated it hinting how war started in amphibia, one that did (unintentionally) forge through Marcy's hands via Andrias

Ok, rant time since it's like my first ask which isn't about reblog games or some support scam:

All Calamity Girls represent each race they were sent to in their entirety. All the wars, invasions, and conflicts started with newts. Down from Valeriana and her order creating the Calamity Box that would be later used to conquer the other worlds which would be directly under the command of the Newt dynasty Andrias belonged to (all 3 races contributed though, much like all 3 girls came together to waste their lives together, and sure Sasha was the ultimate control freak, but it was Marcy who "always had a plan" according to Sash and both Sasha and Marcy bonded over pragmatic understanding that Anne is too "nice" (granted it's usually Sasha perceived as mean, Marcy as nice and Anne as in-between, it's more so about Anne being moral to Sasha's immoral and Marcy's amoral), and how she should go along with their schemes like them throwing dance parties + Marcy also always inviting Sash and Anne to do stuff with her even if they weren't interested). And of course the aftermath of Leif's betrayal in which Andrias started Amphibia's racism and used newts specifically to uphold such a system by making them in charge and most privileged, and then leading another invasion on Earth which was basically a war to end all wars.

Because as I said, Marcy represents the newts, she also kickstarts all the conflicts in the show. She got all 3 of them stuck in Amphibia, which finally made Anne confront Sasha, all of their misadventures, and finally enabled Andrias to lead the invasion to Earth by supporting him. And we shall also not forget about Darcy, who while not the same person as Marcy, is still part of her character. Darcy's color scheme also matches the planet Mars which is where the part of "God of War" in Marcy's name comes from, whereas Marcy's normal color scheme represents the Planet Earth, ironic considering she was the least eager to come back to Earth. Darcy of course was the ultimate Mastermind behind the invasion and the tradition of starting wars. Darcy was one of the final bosses of Amphibia to defeat, the one representing the ultimate consequences of how far the toxicity of all 3 girls could've gone.

So yeah, personality-wise Marcy may not seem like she would suit her name, heck people probably would think she should be more like Athena. However without doubt the name of Marcy Regina Wu fits her actual role in the story, even if it wasn't exactly her willing choice. Though it's not like she doesn't have it in her, I mean she is a gamer who always slays-

Just in case you haven't noticed I just love how the entire trio was crafted, they're such perfect characters ong-

[tapestryundone]

to continue to elaborate on my previous post about a slay the princess/psychonauts crossover:

the basic premise of the crossover is a bit shaky since i am struggling to completely combine the two games. that said, i DO have vague ideas for a lot of it

on a base level, its just after the what happens next ending + after psychonauts 2. cus quiet and the princess gotta go SOMEWHERE and i think its funny if that somewhere is psychonauts world

psychic animals and wildly mutated animals are not unheard of there, so i think that quiets existence would spark Some sort of response from humans and i think it would end up getting the psychonauts called in!

also because i think its fun to interpret princess as genuinely greyscale, AND i think its fun if shes just really hard to look at because shes less malleable than she was as a fragment of herself, but still based upon perception, and when shes in a normal world there are a LOT of people to percieve her which continues to alter her even if subtly. as a result i think the psychonauts would look at the two and decide ok, thats some sort of advanced archetype and a psychic animal

the psychonauts then decide to talk to the two, especially because, as it is now, the two are also just sorta... roaming. they dont have an end goal so much as they want to just Be, and Be Somewhere. the two talk about things that make NO sense to humans, though, so it ends up falling on the psychonauts to Actually figure out whats going on with these two

i havent decided on how much quiet and princess actually elaborate on what they are, but regardless of what they say its not going to be satisfactory to sasha, who is in charge of getting actual answers, and who also adamantly does not believe in fantasy, and is sure that there is some sort of psychic manipulation going on

whether or not this is true i havent decided. while i think its funny to plop two characters somewhere random and have them NOT mesh with the world theyre in, i find it more fun to make them feasibly exist. so im working on the logistics. but i HAVE considered that the narrator was genuinely a powerful psychic who was able to make the construct as a result of that. where the princess and quiet come from i havent decided

aside from logistic stuff, i think quiet and princess enjoy the motherlobe and the area around it. the two are vaguely aware of things beyond medieval-era things but theyve never actually gotten to experience is themselves, so its an exciting new experience for them!

other notes is that i think trying to read either of their minds is an absolute nightmare, where you wont actually hear anything and youll instead get a migraine. if youre particularly good at it you might be able to hear something but itll be muffled and sound like hearing someone talking in another room with walls thick enough that you can only really make out the cadence of their speech rather than any sort of words. it will still hurt, though

with clairvoyance, the princess and quiet BOTH view raz as a constantly shifting image of himself. the same as it is in pn, but it just flicks through different ones every second. this does ALSO allow a person to hear the voices but not quiets thoughts. the voices do NOT like this

that is about all i have so far but ive been thinking about it a lot and having fun doing so :)

[vdragon-creations]

Meet Kenai The Cheetah (2003 Version)

Heyo all!

I figured it was about time I formally introduced Sasha's older brother! I keep mentioning him in Sasha's lines for my fics, so what do you say we put a face to the name!

A little of his info his already written out on his sheet here, but just in case, I wanna run down a few facts about him with you folks!

Unlike Sasha's Kenai isn't in his teens, in fact, he's 26. Making him about 11 or 12 when he, Sasha, and their Grandmother where mutated.

Like Sasha, he had mystical abilities too. He can cast spells, make portals, and can control two elements of his own. Fire & water.

The one thing he can do that Sasha and His Grandmother can't is that he can see dreams. Sometimes this is on purpose, but most of the time he has no control over it. But he can only see the dreams of those he's close to.

Like Leo, Kenai is a sword boy! He's skilled with the Twin Gurades, but has trained with many swords.

Sasha describes Kenai to Leo as a mix of himself, Raph, and Mikey. Kenai is mostly an upbeat and easygoing guy. He's firm in his training and with his friends while helping them train, but he's always in the mood to have a good time. However, when he's serious, it's truly unnerving. When he's like this, he has the chance of snapping at whoever he's around. Thankfully, this isn't at all common.

He's a major show off, be it his musical talent, fighting skill, Dancing feats, or even showing off how awesome his friends or sister are! The man feeds of the awe of others, and loves to entertain when he can.

Kenai is highly skilled in magic, being a pretty high raking Magic Keeper. Which is pretty uncommon for someone of his age with no "Proper Training".

There's only one day a year that Kenai goes completely quiet and tried to fall off the grid, and it the anniversary of the death of his first and only lover.

He was the first to teach himself how to completely hide his "Savage Strength". He called it "Savage Taming", and has passed it down to his friends, hoping to keep them from making the same mistakes he made years ago.

He hasn't seen Sasha in years, but keep regular contact with her and his grandmother through letters they send back and forth via magic.

When it comes to his duties as a Magic Keeper, Kenai sorta does them reluctantly. Like Sasha, he resents the culture of the job and how it fucked up their lives. But unlike Sasha, he's accepted this as part of him now.

He's not related to Sasha or his grandmother by blood, he was found as a fresh adult cheetah by his Grandmother and her Coalition after he had been abandoned by his original Coalition.

He's very tall and big compared to the turtles and Sasha, proudly standing at a massive 6 feet tall.

Kenai didn't like the situation he or Sasha where put into after they were mutated, but he knew they couldn't really fight it. So, for years, before leaving to go out on his final training mission, he did his best to try and teach Sasha how to accept herself and be more confident.

He unfortunately had to leave behind and went out on his journey, where he would be training all by himself for 10 years in many different countries. While on said journey, he actually met other mutants like himself. they were lost and looked for guidance on who and what they were. Kenai taught them how to fight, and even a few mystical incantations. the Magic Elders tied to call them his disciples, as it was common practice for high raking Magic Keepers to eventually gain these fallowers and use them. But Kenai refused to see them like that! They were his friends, and they would always be that.

Eventually, after Sasha was forced to come back to Africa to complete her Magic Keeper training, Kenai made the case for himself to be her teacher. He really didn't want their grandmother trying to teach her as it clearly didn't go well originally. And maybe him and his friend could help her train much faster! Mostly so she could hurry up and get back to New York! (And be with that cute Turtle she seemed to gush over in her letters to him.)

That's really all I have for now, I'll talk more about his other versions later on, but for now, I hope you like him!

[cubezart]

Hi!! You totally don't know me at all, I'm a complete stranger >:) And I'd love to hear about Jim's mental world!!

HI ok so erm this is mostly just gonna be a mess of rambles and vague ideas smushed together barely in order but

(old/outdated concept sketch, but it's a good start)

for starters, the prime issue(s) to help resolve in his mental world (or this version at least) is jim's fear of burdening his friends and family, and his resistance to reaching out for help, as much as he really needs it. it doesn't get too deep into his trauma, it's just giving jim the push he needs to seek out help again

after jim's recent divorce with bettie, he's been trying to give his family "some space to process" ...which didn't take long to sink back into old self isolation habits. he's been putting his all into his job to repress and distract from everything else going on with him, and it doesn't seem like it'll work for very much longer

first area in his mind is a boring + extremely tiny office room, the other cubicles are all empty and open except for jim's, which has a big metal door attached to the entrance. you can try and talk to him or ask him things, but it won't get you much . he insists he's happier in there really !! its so nice and safe hes fine :) its ok :)

when asked why he's locked in, he'll insist it's for his own safety, saying some vague stuff while the clairvoyance hints become even more obvious. when you use clairvoyance on him, his POV shows the cubicle door and everywhere around it surrounded by nightmares clawing and staring at him from the other side. (something something these are all just his own perception of things and he's really not in danger)

afterwards, his dialogue tree gets pretty short and limited, leaving raz to explore !! there's a few doors you can interact with, one being just a simple archetype-required door with a little collectible or somethin. the other is an old n dusty storage closet filled with memory vaults piling up to the ceiling. you can't really interact with any of those individually, (maybe some raz line along the lines of "i can't punch through all those :( ") but there's one or two real ones that just seem to have completely mundane and normal memories inside. weird! cuz with cpstd n trauma memory loss/repression, it can repress a lot more than what's necessary

there's one last door to try, leading out into the next phase ! raz says goodbye to jim, and jim happily waves back as the door shuts n locks behind raz, and the hallway distorts and extends, distancing raz away too :( sorta like the effect in the pn2 office construct !! im taking a lot of inspo from that world tbh heehe except for the obvious yknow. dental stuff

the next phase is kind of a messy stub for now, still sorting n planning out everything in my head lol but it's called Jim's Judgement

it centers more around jim's trauma and Issues TM and a lot of it is more vague concepts than any real gameplay ideas for the more dark story elements bc i don't want raz to have to see that and like to think after raz gets him a head start, he gets into actual professional Psychonauts therapy (and for my own silly oc/canon interaction fun, its sasha and milla assigned to help him. perhaps. maybe. they almost assigned oleander but he yelled too much and scared him away /hj) ANYWAY!!

all that being said i honestly have 0 ideas how to tone shit down for raz and im still trying to plan out the smaller in-game per se variation on it so i will simply. wait to talk about it. there's a lot of cool symbolism and motifs i prommy i swear </3 but the main "boss fight" final moment thing surrounds his whole paranoia of being a horrible person who others only tolerate + he constantly has to "make up for it" by putting everything and everyone Before him. i really wanna end it back in the small office space with jim having the key on his desk this whole time, making it literally In His Hands to get himself out. he just needed the support! he's definitely scared and slow, but he opens the door and steps out of his cubicle. the room grows a little bit. its a start

i was gonna ramble more about the darker version of the second phase but this post is already gettin Long and kinda incoherent i think so ermm. ill split it off into a second post probably if anyones interested in hearing more . i hope this all made sense lol i have too many thoughts about him to keep together honestly

[theghostbunnie]

hi, i saw your post answering nick deactivating all their profiles and i want to admit this since i feel kinda responsible but i think i mightve been the reason why they deactivated, you dont need to post this if you dont want to but consider this an admission of guilt of some sort

because nick had all xyr profiles still up even after the alligations happened for a good month or so, i spontaiously remembered their existance one night and realised that, by locking their profile on twt (i didnt follow xem back) and noticing that most of their art wasnt on there ment that alot of people wouldnt get to enjoy their art, and me being big on archiving content i like i decided to start up a blog on archiving their art since they were semi-big in the fairly oddparents fandom on twitter

since ive ran two previous art archive blogs before i made sure to check that nick had been completely inactive and not on any other account, making sure not to post any of their art already on tumblr since the blog was still up at the time and i had planned on saving those as drafts if something happened, and i had set up a small queue on whatever art i could find searching their username on google, and most importantly i let them know in the pinned post that if they wanted this archive taken down then i will 100% take it down

the next day after i made that blog ive noticed i had recieved two dms from nick telling me to take this down, i didnt actually read them fully, all i saw was "may you take this archive down?" and sprinted to deactivate the entire blog (i would be lying if i said i wasnt curious to know how exactly they found the blog, but thats me being nosey someone probably told xem, not very relevant to the conversation)

it wasnt untill i was scrolling through my main blogs post on a tag that ive noticed that they deactivated, and at first i thought that maybe it just showed them as deactivated despite changing their url or something since ive noticed it would sometimes happen, but nope, fully deactivated

i personally, as ive mentioned, wasnt mutuals with xem nor would i have really considered us accuaintences, more of a 'people who happened to be in the same soup isle in the same store' shtick, but they would sometimes send funny replies, i wasnt very big into the ship they were posting at the moment but i liked their art and they had shared some wc crossover art that made me happy since that was my special interest and it was sorta stuck in my head as a special little conversation ive had, and while digging i admitibly got sorta fascinated by masha / sasha in general inspite of the fact ive never watched camp camp before (trying to fight the demons rn)

i hold absoloutly no grudge against nick for telling me i should take it down as they have a right to and i explicitly said in the pinned that i would , i just feel very bad about the fact that ive made them extremely uncomfortable to the point where xe felt like xe had to remove their two only platforms they were active on in general, and again i feel very strongly about preservation of media for others to enjoy and it backfired and now no one gets to enjoy it, including the fact that they had made alot of fanart for a rarepair

(since the blog didnt really exist for more then 2 days and if you do want proof of the blogs existance heres a link to a reblog i happened to notice from someone i know -> https://www.tumblr.com/coolmika745/765034471884029952?source=share)

I'm gonna be so honest Idk how Twitter or archiving or alot of the stuff you just said works but maybe this information will be important to somebody so up it goes/gen

I still think it looks suspicious being accused of what they are they just go radio silent but everything is still just allegations at the moment

[rocksanddeadflowers]

Asking about fae Jon and his court :) and also martin and dragons and

YAY THANK YOU!!!!

So basically the entities sorta exist in this universe but more in a force-of-nature-in-a-fantasy-world way that everybody knows about. Like "Did you hear about what happened to the linen trader? I heard his home got touched by the Crawling Ones. He's fine, but his home is a wreck." Or "You know she's supposedly been associated with the Story Weavers. I wouldn't trust her." Sorta thing.

For Fae their Courts are often aligned with a specific entity. Jon was a high ranking Fae in a Court under the All-Seeing. He would've been fine with the life that he had already, except that Elias was technically the leader of this Court and he just. Really pisses Jon off. There was a breaking point when Elias did something really nasty that lead to Jon rebelling and saying screw it and causing absolute mayhem before hauling ass. While he willingly ran away from the court as he had planned, if he stayed after pulling the stunt he probably would've been executed or tortured or something so there weren't many other options.

Leaving the Court stripped him of much power (not all- nothing could ever truly strip away the touch of the entities) which lead the Court to presume him dead. He's fine though, actually way happier than before. The more minimalistic power took much weight off his shoulders, and in running away he found an old cottage in the middle of the woods.

There's a strange sentience to the cottage- it only reveals itself to those who need it, and it powerfully guards those who live there. Jon sensed this immediately, and was hesitant, but the cottage welcomed him kindly. He stays there for many years, the cottage somehow supplying anything he may need. Clothes, food, books, art supplies. Though he still wonders the woods foraging and whatnot. For fun.

(Also love thinking about his forest creature fae energy. His hair is long and unruly and has leafy vines growing out with it (sometimes things bloom from the vines due to strong emotions). He's almost always barefoot and his vibes are literally so weird but alluring. He's so pretty and weird and silly and I love him <3.)

At some point after many years, he meets Martin!! Yay!! (I actually have that scene written out somewhere). Martin, Tim, and Sasha are all dragon riders in a world where dragons are so often hunted down and slaughtered. They're leading a nomadic rebellion for lost people and dragons alike. Martin was caught during a raid of dragon hunters and left to die in the woods bound to a tree. Jon finds him and takes him in. After a while of Martin healing and the two bonding (Martin is terrified of Jon at first btw and Jon is absolutely fascinated with the pretty human he found in the woods) stuff happens and Jon finally leaves the cottage and follows Martin's group of nomads (per the cottage's instance).

As I said, the dragon riders take in dragons and lost souls, typically people black listed from society. People like a an ex baker who was Fog-Touched, a shapeshifter and a werewolf who both hate clowns, and a Courtless Fae. Jon gets found family trope'd.

(Also for the dragon characters- i don't have all the notes rn but Martin's dragon is named Fog-Walker (the dragon is also Fog-Touched so those two are stupidly bonded and cute). Fog-Walker is huge, has two sets of wings, and is very helpful in travels bc she can summons fog and clouds! Tim's is a tiny and speedy racing dragon named C.C. (short for Clown Crusher.))

[q-is-attempting-to-write-stuff]

Hello! I've decided I wanted to give writting a fic with multiple chapters a try, so here's chapter one! This one is a post episode 200 fix-it (sorta), but instead of time travel it's just spooky dream stuff.

Summary: Martin's been having strange dreams recently, usually involving the man he's seen in the Institute's library.

This Isn't Our First Time Around

Chapter One -- Dreams and a Rough Morning

The mug was hot in his hand. He fidgeting nervously with the handle while staring at the closed door. He could feel eyes on the back of his head.

He knew Tim and Sasha were watching him. He could feel their judgmental gazes every time he went to bring Jon a mug of tea, or tried to get him to go home at a reasonable hour, or simply tried to talk to the man.

"What is it, Marto?" Tim called from his desk in a slightly mocking tone, "scared he'll yell at you 'bout being a murderer again - ow - hey!"

Tim's annoyance was cut off by Sasha swiftly kicking him in the shin under their desks and giving him a glare.

Deciding that he'd rather speak to Jon than listen to Tim's angry rambling about Martin daring to show any sympathy towards the 'spooky boss 2.0', Martin grabbed and twisted the door handle.

Jon's office was a mess. It often was, but now the stacks of papers and tossed-aside tape recorders felt somehow threatening.

"Hey, knock-knock," Martin called, not yet daring to step fully into the cramped office.

Jon startled at the noise and glared at Martin for the interruption. His hair was a mess, and he looked absolutely exhausted, but he was still dressed in a button-up shirt and a sweater vest, as he almost always was. His face was still dotted with scars and a few scabs from the stubborn wounds refusing to fully heal.

"Ah, Martin," he said, seeming to try and hide the folder he'd been rummaging through under his arms.

Martin lifted the mug in his hands and explained uselessly, "Brought you some tea."

He slid into the room, shutting the door behind him, and took a few steps forward to place the mug on the desk. Jon eyed the mug suspiciously.

Martin honestly wasn't there to snoop at whatever work Jon was doing, but he couldn't help seeing the CCTV footage that was pulled up on Jon's laptop and his frantic notes covering the page his notebook was open to.

Jon's gaze had shifted from the mug to Martin. He was eyeing him, now.

"Did you need anything else?" Jon's voice was sharp, but it was tired. It was sad and regretful, yet still full of fear.

"I just - I... no, I guess not," Martin gave up on his words.

Martin turned and left the room, preparing to have to face Tim once again.

***

Martin's eyes opened slowly and heavily. He felt a strange guilt bubbling in his chest, though he did not know what he was guilty for.

It was another one of those dreams. He'd been having them recently. Dreams where he worked down in the archives of the Magnus Institute rather than the library.

Those dreams always felt oddly real, but they were getting stranger and stranger recently. They often included Tim and Sasha (two people he was sure he'd never met before), and that rather pretty man he'd see every now and then in the library (Jon, his dreams apparently named him).

He promptly tried to forget the dream and the uncomfortable feeling it gave him, and he went about getting ready for the day.

Unfortunately, he'd somehow managed to oversleep again, and by the time he reached the station, he missed his usual tube.

It was no big deal. He'd still get to work on time. This just meant he'd have to skip his routine of stopping at that cute café near the Institute for tea before heading into work.

Except, once he stepped onto the tube, a familiar person caught his eye.

It was him! The man he'd see in the library! The man from his dreams! Though, seeing him in reality, he was much more put together than his dream-self.

His hair was neatly brushed (it was long for what one would call short hair, but it only barely passed his ears), and he wore a nice, dark-green, patterned button-up, but it was not nearly as formal as 'dream-Jon's'.

He was pretty. Very pretty. Martin was only slightly embarrassed that him being pretty was part of the reason he'd been staring. But, mostly, he was staring because of how closely he resembled dream-Jon.

Martin had never been great with visualizing or remembering people's faces. And, he'd never been nearly close enough to this man to see his face in great detail before now. But his dream had managed to be so accurate (minus the scars).

It was odd. But so was a lot of things, so Martin did his best to ignore it, even though he did continue to steal several glances of the man.

Eventually, the man's eyes darted in Martin's direction. Their eyes locked. Martin tried to look away, tried to break the awkward eye contact, but he couldn't.

It was as if nothing else was there. As if there was nothing to look at except the large brown eyes locked on his own.

Suddenly, the other man's gaze went slightly vacant, as if he was no longer looking at Martin, but rather, through him.

The vacant looked flashed to horror for only a second before he was once again looking at Martin. He scowled, though the scowl held a bit of confusion and fear, then huffed and pointedly stared at the floor.

Martin, suddenly embarrassed, having been caught staring, also decided that looking at the dirty floor of the tube was better than continuing to make the poor man uncomfortable.

***

Jon was not having a very good morning.

He might even go as far as to say that he was having a terrible morning.

Sleep had been... difficult lately. Trying to sleep was nearly impossible as he felt as though he was constantly being watched. And his dreams were strange.

Jon had always dreamed. His dreams were always very vivid. This, of course, meant he'd had his fair share of nightmares (especially involving spiders), but the dreams he'd been having recently were even stranger than the typical ones his brain managed to create.

They were short, often only lasting what felt like a few minutes. But they were awful. Either painful or terrifying, it seemed.

Once, he'd dreamt that he felt as though he were falling for an eternity, despite the fact that he was sitting perfectly still in a chair. Another dream involved grabbing a woman's hand, only for pain to shoot through his arm and body, heat melting into the nerves of his hand. He'd woken up screaming both those times.

Last night's dreams involved throbbing pain in his leg, dark tunnels, and too many worms. Tim was there, and he'd opened a trap door leading to a room filled with the terrible wriggling creatures and a woman covered in holes. And she screamed a horrible scream of a thousand voices as worms lunged at Jon and Tim.

And then he was back in his bed, sweating and shaking. His leg still faintly hurt, and he could feel the worms crawling over every inch of his skin, waiting to burrow into his flesh.

Usually he woke up at 5:30. It was 4 in the morning, according to his phone, and he was certain there was no way he was going to fall asleep again. So, begrudgingly, he pulled himself out of bed and turned on a cold shower to hopefully rinse the feeling of thousands of flesh-eating larva off of him.

***

On his commute to work, he saw a man on the tube. He felt oddly familiar, oddly important, though Jon wasn't sure why. He tried to ignore the feeling, but when he looked back over, the man was looking back at him.

They locked eyes, and as Jon studied the man's face, his stomach suddenly dropped, and his heart raced.

Worms. He could suddenly see a jar of worms being slammed onto a wooden desk by the man. He was very clearly distressed and shaking, and the worms wriggled and pulsed inside the jar.

Then, the image was gone. It had only flashed before him for a second, but it was so vivid.

Jon was back to staring at the man, who now seemed slightly concerned. Jon was shaking. He glared at nothing as he turned his head to look at anything but the man.

What was wrong with him? Was he hallucinating? What was up with all the worms?

Jon refused to look anywhere but at his shoes for the rest of the ride. Unfortunately, as he stepped off the tube, the man seemed to follow, though also seemed to be consciously staying a good distance away from Jon.

Jon's heart rate picked up again as he swiftly walked to the Institute, hoping the man wasn't following him.

He made it inside and climbed the stairs, opening the door to the research department. Tim sat at his desk and was chatting with Sasha, who sat perched on the corner of the desk holding a document, most liking on some new strange item that'd been transferred to Artifact Storage.

Jon was slowly getting closer to Tim over time, who'd introduced him to Sasha. They were close enough that Jon considered them his friends, going out for drinks every few weeks and chatting during the work day.

"Hey there, Jonny-boy!" Tim called when Jon came to sit at his desk opposite to Tim's.

"Morning, Tim," Jon mumbled, decided that he was not in the mood to entertain Tim by grumbling about being called 'Jonny-boy' again.

"You alright?" Sasha asked, sliding off the desk.

"Fine, fine," Jon waved his hand dismively, "just another odd dream, is all. You were in this one again, Tim."

Tim's face lit up, and he clapped his hands together while saying, "Ooo, what happened in this one? What did I do?"

"Opened a door," Jon stated flatly, then made a face while finishing, "and we got eaten by worms."

Sasha grimaced a bit at that, then asked, "What about me? Was I there?"

"I think you were meant to be?" Jon shrugged. "You and someone else. You were supposed to be there, but we'd lost you at some point. Probably in the tunnels."

"This one had spooky tunnels, too?" Tim interjected. "Wonder what all the dreams mean."

"They're probably just stress dreams," Jon sighed, then pulled some papers from his bag and placed them on his desk. "Lord knows I've had plenty of those," he muttered and turned on his computer.

[dreams-of-cerulean]

Well, we’re out of the dining hall at the very least. I’m sorta out of commission for the moment. The process of getting out of the dining ended up breaking the Nihil Bat, and doing that has done a number on my abilities. What's also confirmed is that Lils has one heck of a swinging arm when she wants to, and people should be grateful that she doesn’t have my temperament.  

Anyway to recap what’s going on, that monk Dong He came to a conclusion that the ghost won’t let us out unless all of the rotten food on the dining hall table was eaten: yes, every rotting egg, meat, and vegetable. As if to confirm what he said, an open door manifested at the very end of the hall. A bunch of the crowd rushed over to try and get out, only to find that the door closing shut on them.

Some people tried kicking the door open to no avail. Others tried to use the chairs and lampposts in the room to force it open. I even had a go at it with my bat to no effect. Only thing that somewhat worked was when Lils swung with one of the wooden chairs, but the chair exploded into shrapnel when it collided. The door did have a visible dent, but it quickly healed over which just made everyone else despair.

Finally the police officer Amos shot at the lock twice to no effect, all the while keeping an eye on the other person with a gun Robert. Probably afraid that the guy would shoot him in the back. 

Now the question became who was going to eat the food, and that’s when things turned...interesting. Divided amongst sixty or so people, that would mean everyone would be forced to get two or three bitefuls. It... probably would’ve been survivable in the short term, maybe - I’m not a doctor. In any case, too many people didn’t want to play ball. 

Most of the people complained and absolutely refused to eat it, saying that this is no different from wanting their lives. Some tried to bribe others with money if they got out of here if they ate their share. A lot of excuses were banded about: health conditions, sanitary reasons, too rich to be able to stomach some unhealthiness - get the lesser people to eat it, etc. The people from the gun-totting factions were heavily hinting to make the others eat the bad food. 

As if by unspoken agreement, the gun-totting cop Amos and other gun-totting biker guy Robert pointed their weapons at the people outside their factions and started threatening people to start eating. One of the people objected and started screaming about how the cop should show a good example, and the cop pointed the gun at him, saying “This is for the greater good. I’m the only one who has the power to keep order. All of you have to eat or I’ll have no choice but to shoot you.” 

Screw you and your kryffin power fantasy.

Anyway, what’s bad was that the way we were split up, there was a bit of distance to cover between us at the door and the other people further back in the room. I’m fast, but I can’t outspeed a bullet. And though I can dodge small arms fire, that’s only extremely up close where I could avoid being lined up with the gun barrel. Kinesis is also short-ranged, and they’re probably not stupid enough to let me casually close in on them - they know that the gun in their hands is their only advantage over everyone else. Meanwhile, Sasha could probably shock them all to death, but she’ll probably run afoul of the Taboo unless she kills all the witnesses at the same time. We were both silently analyzing how to fight, but a cooler head prevailed.

Mirielle suggested to everyone in the dining hall that we wanted to try breaking the door one last time, except Lils would be using something a lot more sturdier - my bat. I think the only reason why those two assholes accepted is because it’s win-win for them; either we break down the door or we’re down another weapon if we fail. 

Giving Lils my bat, I used Kinesis to make the bat as sturdy as possible. And then Lils swung... and that’s the last thing I knew for a while. Apparently, having part of the bat pulverized while using my powers on it caused me to faint from the mental feedback. 

From what I was told, Mirielle got our group to run while everyone was still shocked and surprised, not willing to be threatened any longer. Two other people followed us, a Matt and a Rachel, sorta begging Mirielle to let them come along. Which brings us to now. It’s probably been around two hours since we’ve arrived. But this post is getting long, and I need a catnap. So I’ll update later. 

We’re doing fine. 

[porcelainstrawberry]

Attack On Titan Oneshots

meeting them for the first time!! <3

(GN Reader) here btw! ^_^

posted on: Tumblr, Wattpad

💥 - EREN

- At first it was just like, "yeah whatever, their weak like everyone else."

- but then he saw how strong you were with ODM gear and how good you were with your blades!!

- he did a little '😯' when you did your badass hand-to-hand combat & ODM stuff c:

- after a while he finally got the courage and attempted (keyword: attempted) at making casual conversation with you!

- it failed tremendously and he fainted.

- however he was pleased when he had learned you had been the one making sure he was okay 😌

📚 - ARMIN

- the both of you immediately clicked (seeing as you two were the only mental bodybuilders in the room)

- you guys just communicated with looks at first, like you and him had a psychic connection or something

- eventually he got wayyy comfy with you and now you guys are best friends!!

- WITH BENEFI-

🧣 - MIKASA

- funnily enough, you two met when she wouldn't stop staring at you during training, resulting you being a bit worried about her!

- turns out she was zoning out, but she did admit to watching you for a while.

- still with a poker face of course.

- but overtime she warmed up to you (in however way she does that) and one day walked up to you and said quite literally:

- "we're friends now."

- then she walked away. strange, but who were you to judge?

🐴 - JEAN

- you met when he tried to flirt with you during dinner, of course.

- you didn't mind (or tried not to mind at least)

- eventually you noticed that he started to stare at you more than Mikasa...

- you tried to think nothing of it though, taking it as simply the way he attempts to make friends.

- now you and Jean are just simply friends, perhaps even best friends? yes his staring was slightly creepy but it's okay. his hair is soft that makes up for it

- you've just promised yourself to start fake flirting back if this happens constantly.

🫦 - CONNIE

- when you met him, he was just being same ol' Connie, class clown n shit

- eventually you decided to mutter a sarcastic joke about how jean's hair looked like a mop.

- of course Sasha heard this (because she hears everything apparently.), and started wheezing laughing like an elderly person who vaped too early in life and has shit lungs, but is attempting to yell.

- Connie asked what the hell was funny, and you repeated your joke

- he immediately started banging his fist on the table and started dying or some shit.

- (nevermind he was just laughing)

- then Connie looked at you with that "we should be friends because your funny but I have no idea who you are" sorta look

- so now you two have non-verbally decided that your besties (including Sasha ofc, its mandatory)

🥔 - SASHA

- you saw the whole time during training how she just seemed to spawn food out of thin air, and so you thought "hey, why not be friends with her, that's too funnily comical not to be entertained by"

- and turns out she wanted to meet you too. why? because you gave her half of your bread during lunch.

- soon she forced you to meet baldy, but you told her that you liked her better.

- and then the three of you (sometimes including Jean if he wasn't being a bitch) just came together to be the most unserious friend group of the century.

🌯 - BERTHOLDT

- you two met when he was trying to defend you from eren being a bitch, such a sweetheart 😭😭

- so yes, you did call him a sweetheart and thanked him, because why not?! it's not a y/n moment it's just manners 🤨🤨

- afterwards the both of you decided to stick together as you both are pretty chill compared to... other people.

- (hi yes, i'd like to say that i think Bertholdt hugs are absolutely amazing, author out)

👹 - REINEER

- you met when you were attempting to stop him from hitting on Krista, ft. Ymir

- he was really shocked about it, but how noble of you to do that, right?

- pretty much everyone but him realized he was staring at you more than Krista, but you thought it was just a glare.

- eventually you decided to just approach him to stop the staring because, like hell, it was annoying

- you forced him to be your friend. that's it. not that he minds, but it was just the simple;

- "dude if you wanted to be friends I really wouldn't mind" trope

🌓 - MARCO

- you met him at the stables, you were both assigned stable cleaning duties 🫶🏽

- eventually he got curious, and came over to ask out a few questions, the norm y'know.

- for example "how'd you get assigned cleaning duty?", "What's your horses name?", and "hey your cool, wanna hang out sometime?"

- the both of you appreciated each others calmness, seeing as everyone else was extremely loud.

- (the exceptions Armin, Bertholdt, and Mikasa)

- whenever you 2 hang out it's like a breath of fresh air for both of you lmao

🤺 - ANNIE

- you guys met during training, because you got partnered up 😎

- surprisingly, you were able to (slightly)beat her, not many others were

- (besides Mikasa of course)

- which lead to her thinking she should befriend you!

- (just for the mission, totally. 🤨)

- to be honest, the two of you are so scary together, even Reiner is slightly intimidated.

- don't think she'll go easier on you just because your friends though. she's still finna beat your ass when you least expect it.

🧚‍♀️ - YMIR

- Ymir was really mean, no sugarcoating needed to describe her.

- she was jokingly mean with you, so you got used to it and knew not to get offended too quickly.

- she was mildly surprised at you not really caring about her insults, so she stuck around you.

- (not that you minded, of course.)

- and yeah, maybe she's mean and calls you a crybaby and messes your hair up and wakes you up in the middle of the night to go on walks with her, but you can fix her!!! we believe in u :3

👑 - KRISTA/HISTORIA

- being completely honest with you, she just came up to you because she was dared to.

- then she realized that you were the only person there who wasn't overwhelming.

- after a while krista started coming up to you on her own

- just for "advice" on people ofc

- (OH Y/N? YEAH THEIR SUCH A GOOD FRIEND)

- (im sorry but this girl is adrien 2.0)

😾 - LEVI

- you were introduced to him thru your promotion (your rank was moved to captain)

- he already was glad you weren't loud as shit and a blabbermouth like SOMEONE...

- (don't take this sentence wrong hange is my bbg)

- he found himself coming to you for assistance in tons of things

- totally just so his ears could rest

- and totalllyyyy not because he was a little fond of you...

- (bonus points because the tea you make hits hard asf)

🥼 - HANGE

- they met you when you volunteered to help with one of their little experiments when Moblit was out sick ❤️

- and ofc they were ecstatic, you had actually volunteered for this and hadn't been forced to do it!!!

- turns out you were really really smart, close to their level of smart!

- so with that, they decided to keep you around just in case, you becoming their favorite assistant

- also their favorite coffee runner. you make that brown morning mixture slap harder than Eren when he was getting that fly.

🦾 - Erwin

- you were the nurse taking care of him when he lost his arm (GOWITHITOKAY)

- and hey, let's face the truth, you looked forward to seeing him everyday because LOOK AT HIM

-bro looks forward to you visiting to do checkups too, your the "fun nurse"

- (he's on HM anesthetic.) (hange made anesthetic, not to be confused with home made.)

-he does not look forward to the day he has to leave the infirmary, he'll miss you :(

- and the times you'll kiss his wounds better 💔

🛌 - Moblit

- bro was eepy and needed a replacement for the day so he could get some sleep and a break from hange

- you took up the offer because you felt bad for him tbh 😢

- and yes you might've had to actually fill in for him for a few days because he accidentally slept too long

- but you didn't mind bc your just cool like that ❤️

- now you guys just do favors for each other on the daily, fair and square :3

- you also get to play with his hair to your liking. AND IT IS SO SOFT OH MY GO-

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PLEASE lmk if you liked these! it’s my first time uploading an x reader thing and im scared :3

if there are any characters I should add to this list pls tell me!!

next chapter: ok so like basically then starting to crave your company, not really jealousy just missing you 😿

[t4tdanvis]

This ask is your sign to talk about any of your aus (please do)

😼 you dont know how much i LOVE talking about my aus

i have like 10000000000000000 different aus but i will choose one of them to talk about rn. one i dont think ive talked about much on tumblr?? ive talked about it a LOT in the aphverse server im in so shout out to yall for putting up with me /j

this au is also probably the au that made me extremely obsessed with vylad. not my fault hes just so fucking attractive 😔

so anyways. dante and gene both get kidnapped by a "medical research" company (which is a front for like. human experimentation). later they find out that garte is the ceo of that company and bc hes friends with dante and gene's dad (shittiest dads in the world gotta stick together /j) their dad basically just handed them over to be experimented on

so anyways they have wings now!! dante has black wings and gene has white wings. also the experiments messed with the colors of their hair. here is a very quick sketch of what they look like now

dante is 22-ish and gene is 24-ish whenever they escape the lab (they were both there for 4 years). vylad is the one who helps them escape (however dante ends up getting separated from them and runs off. dw hes fine he finds travis, garroth, and laurance)

uh... i should probably explain the setting. and then we will talk about my bbg vylad 😁

so this takes place in the future obviously. its a dystopian future where uhhh basically a while (30-40 years) ago a bunch of countries went to war and completely destroyed most of the landscape of the world and killed off a LOT of the population and now the world is sorta trying to rebuild itself back up. the place where the story mainly takes place is o'khasis city, which garte is the governor of. its one of the (relatively) safest places for many many miles, and traveling across whats basically a desert filled with random people out there doing anything to survive is dangerous.

ur also just not allowed to leave the city without permission (and u have to have a very good reason to leave). this is for a lot of reasons including how dangerous is outside and also bc they want everyone to stay there so they have enough people to keep everything running smoothly

anyways. vylad. hes got a lot of lore. oh god

so first of all. vylad, zane, and garroth all have the very unfortunate luck of being the kids of garte. when gartes kids were 5, 6, and 7 respectively, he began working on a mind control drug that would basically make anyone who took it do whatever he said. at first, it didnt work super well, and he spent many years getting his scientists to perfect it. before he could fully perfect it, vylad ran away when they were 11, so they were never fully under mind control. zane and garroth, however, were put under full mind control and have been ever since (you do have to keep taking the drug about once every 24 hours or the effects will start to wear off, but garte can just tell them "take one of these a day" and theyll have to).

vylad knows about what garte is doing but doesnt have any evidence, and the side effects of the drug mean that his brain just sorta fucks itself over (giving him headaches, making his limbs not move properly, causing him to black out) whenever garte tells him to do anything (this is because the drug was very much a prototype and it permanently fucked up his brain)

when vylad ran away, about five days after he escaped he sorta just passed out in an alleyway on the edge of town. that happened to be the alleyway that sasha, gene, and zenix were currently staying in - sasha manages to convince gene and zenix to Maybe Not Kill This Random Kid and vylad wakes up after like 18 hours and is like "what thje fuck happended"

anyways, sasha, gene, zenix, and vylad quickly become a team, although vylad is the only one who goes and sneaks out of town randomly every few days (hes going to garte's company's lab to see if theyve created a cure for the mind control drug, because theyre trying to create a cure as a backup just in case anything goes wrong)

gene is technically not a runaway, they still mostly live at home with dante and maria. their dad isnt really in their life at all, until he randomly shows up when theyre like 20 and suddenly dante and gene mysteriously disappear a couple days later

vylad immediately knows what happened, but unfortunately the section of the lab where he knows theyre keeping gene and dante is super high security. if he gets caught, theres literally no hope for anyone because garte will just put him under the mind control drug forever. so it takes four entire years for him to rescue gene and dante

thankfully, garte didnt have them put the two under the mind control drug, since he needs all of it for zane and garroth. which makes vylad's job a little easier lol

oh yeah also remember when i said that dante gets found by travis, garroth, and laurance? yeah. garroth is 100% under mind control (which does give you bright green, glowing eyes, but he hides that with contacts) and is being forced by garte to spy on his friends. and whenever she, travis, and laurance find dante, she reports back to garte that one of the escaped experiments has been found, and so garte tells him to go find gene as well.

i need to actually write this bc this is something i actually wanna write instead of just rotate around in my brain forever HDFHDGGHDGHDF so im not gonna tell u all the plot. L for u ig /j

oh also vylad and zenix are very good friends. the best of friends. just guys being dudes. a couple of pals. just some buddies who send each other romantic letters when theyre apart and also kiss each other. just super close friends :)

also sasha has a pet snake and zenix has two pet rats (xe uses xeir rats to carry letters to vylad) :>

[misfits-of-zaun]

"I'm a raider, not a fucking demon."

In Lachlan's experience, one tended to behave much like the other, but he had the diplomatic sense to keep that particular observation to himself. It was never a great idea to make inciting remarks when you were heavily outnumbered. Besides, it would be really poor form to be more shit at playing nice than folks who'd dedicated their entire career to being aggressively antisocial scourges on the local community.

"Ain't gonna hurt a dog for no reason."

Ah, so this raider had standards. Most folks did, to be fair, have lines they personally wouldn't cross.

He'd rather not find out what qualified as a reason.

Hopefully she hadn't seen any of his bounty posters.

"Hi, baby."

This was a pretty absurd situation. But it was also about the 11th absurd thing to happen this week, and it didn't involve anyone getting hurt, so Lachlan took a sip of his purified water, and worked to maintain a calm poker face as Quinn accepted Coop's treat - and proceeded to immediately drop it on the floor, sniffing at it with a dainty sort of disappointment.

Atta girl.

At least he didn't have to worry about her being poisoned by strangers and their mystery treats. And, well, the raider seemed to be taking the rejection from Quinn in much better humour than she'd probably would have, if he'd declined to let her try and bribe his dog into being friends.

"She don't really do head pets, either," he informed Coop casually, as the raider attempted to do just that and Quinn politely ducked away.

"You this picky with everything? Me too. Sorta. You are a good girl, though."

Quinn wagged her tail at the recognised words of praise, broke out into a tentative doggy grin from the more acceptable positive attention, and tried to lick Coop's face. Damn. He couldn't believe his dog was getting kissy with a raider boss - or that said raider boss was calling his dog a baby and stooping to make an open fuss over her in front of the entire bar. From the other raiders' reactions, befriending strangers' dogs like this was apparently common behaviour from Coop.

Huh.

Well, that was something to add to his mental file on this particular raider gang.

"Good dog."

The ranger gave a nonchalant little one-shouldered shrug at the compliment.

"Yeah, she's all right." The response was light and noncommital, but his eyes crinkled at the corners, and his lips quirked upwards. It was a little easier to make friendly conversation with someone who shared his appreciation for dogs - even though this particular someone would have been his enemy in almost any other setting.

"I don't bring mine out. You were right, can't trust nobody to be normal."

Coming from a raider, this sentiment was amusingly ironic. Lachlan's smile grew, and he leaned back in his seat, casually slinging an arm over the top of the booth. The motion did draw back his open trench coat and reveal the heavily modified .44 pistol holstered on his hip, but, well. No harm in letting her know he was also armed without making a big deal out of it. Out here it was basically a given that everyone was packing, anyway - and it wasn't like he'd chosen this corner booth for any other reason than to ensure he had space to safely stow his modified railway rifle on the seat under the table next to him.

"World's full of crazy folks," he agreed amicably. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted some antsy fella up by the bar, muttering something urgently to Sasha, one of the bar staff. Uh oh. That looked like a brewing situation if he ever did see one.

"You got dogs?" Lachlan enquired, calm as anything, while he kept discreet tabs on the potential problem at the bar and worked on finishing the last few bites of food on his plate. Best to keep things chill and give Sasha and Jess the chance to handle things over there, without drawing attention.

"How many?"

@savingthrcw

"...If there's no poison marinade or razorblade fillings in 'em, she sure can."

"I'm a raider, not a fucking demon," Janey pointed out reasonably, or at least in what to her felt like a reasonable tone. No, that would be my mother. "Ain't gonna hurt a dog for no reason."

She didn't even use hers to attack, they stayed comfy and well-fed at camp, as dogs should, because she knew she'd drop any mission if one of hers got shot and spend the rest of the day cutting the shooter to pieces. Probably a side-effect of having grown up in a world where dogs were family pets. Maybe.

Some of her closest raiders had turned around to follow the brief exchange, checking whether the sound of her voice was indicating a fight was about to happen, but upon noticing a dog was there their interest was gone, because they knew the drill.

Janey straightened up as the dog took her master's permission and came to her. "Hi, baby," she murmured, lips pulling into a soft smile as she offered the treats. Like he had predicted, the dog wasn't as fond of them as hers were, but Janey found that cute and tried to touch her head; the dog bowed slightly, likely checking her intention, and Janey tried the side of her head, ready to give up if the pet signaled not wanting that either. This time Quinn allowed it and got her scratches. So precious, with those big ears. "You this picky with everything? Me too. Sorta. You are a good girl, though."

She made sure not to look up because Roy would be smug about this, always trying to make her go out and interact. "Good dog," she told the owner instead, appreciating how much more obedient she was than Roy himself.

"I don't bring mine out." Partly because there were several dozens of them. "You were right, can't trust nobody to be normal." Which to her meant not harming the one loyal, innocent creatures there, unless said creatures had decided you were dinner. Done, that had to be enough conversation to last for at least a couple of months. It pained her a little to talk with strangers who hadn't even asked for it, but it pained her more when the people she lived with decided to whine about how isolated she chose to be, as if her dogs weren't company.

Her eyes flickered in direction of a slightly louder voice in the crowd, and she saw a red-faced costumers, not one of her people, discuss something with a waitress. Making a mental note to offhandedly keep following that little potential problem, she took a bite of her Funnel cake, and checked to make sure the dogs wasn't begging for it.

[the-official-account]

I told a friend that Sasha says "Yeah!" behind Ben's characters so much she's like the moral support of a street-rap crew and......well

I'm MC Hamid and I'm here to say:

LOLOMG ain't going away

trying to steal our damsel in distress (Who..?)

LOLOMG is not impressed (what he said)

we're stronger, we're quicker (yeah!)

hang in there like a sticker

Hide your girl, or our rouge will nick her (heh.)

but that doesn't mean we aren't vulnerable (Yeah!)

liddol baby dragon is emotional (...yeah?)

Grizzop!

You're nothing short of immoral (hey now)

Artemis is immortal

My Goddess will yeet you into a portal (PSYCHIC DAMAGE)(Mate.)

This goblin only got 20 years to go

but treat me like an animal I'll chew off your toes (Now I don't judge)

better watch out before I shoot you in the knees-! ( that i can get with)

LOLOMG WILL NOT BE BEAT!!

(WHOO!)

Sasha proceeds to fall onto the floor, dancing , IDK Azu yet but I assume she'd continue beatboxing for a while as Sasha spins faster and faster, before falling silent as sahas pushes off of a twriling handstand, into the air does some flips, sticking the landing. She's the b-boy but nobody really new it. she's really upset that everyone's quiet because she thinks she actually did quite good, you know, she'a proud of that, but all silence is awkward silence.

[ottiliere]

God I absolutely love your analysis on Sasha, it’s perfectly in character while also bringing in more complexities and details that fit justtt right and it’s just so good. I love seeing people digging into his backstory bc although his memory vault was played off as a joke it’s? Pretty peculiar? And it makes you wonder what happened afterwards too- there’s so many questions left unanswered with so much potential there. Also your work is stunning! I love your use of color and shading, it makes your work so beautiful while also making the emotions feel so vivid and lively in your pieces, you also nail the expressions! I love the lineless painting look as well, it adds a unique flare! Keep up the good work :)

Thank you...!! I've been thinking about sasha passively for years and it was about time he came around to be the focus of my attention again... overall this is the magical beauty of characters who are a bit two dimensional in their source material. If they're interesting enough as a concept, you can sorta run with it and do whatever you want. Not always, but sometimes. And he's always been fascinating to me.

Regarding what happened directly after he ran away from home, the youth welfare offices (Jugendämter) of the time we're essentially in charge of where homeless youth went after being found; this was a pretty big problem following WWII due to many children being left parentless + DPs + the massive wave of expellees coming in who got separated from their parents.

Here's a general overview of the youth welfare system from a paper published in 1948 ((3) on page 43 aligns, essentially, with the concept of the Kinderheim) (x):

It should be said that even though this article describes some criticisms of the youth welfare setup at the time, overall it's quite rose-tinted in regards to how thing actually were in institutions. These places were not known for being good to the kids there. Physical/sexual/emotional abuse were extremely common, so common in fact that Germany recently held a roundtable to seek reparations for people who grew up in one due to many of them now being incredibly disabled due to what they went through (x) (x). From first link:

I don't really think he'd end up in a facility with "correctional" education, what I've noticed in my reading is that children condemned to those places were a little ODD/stereotypical juvenile delinquent and I don't think that sasha has ever really possessed the disposition to act like that... not that kids who act like this deserve to be put in horrible institutions but I'm pretty sure that goes without saying. The condition in these institutions were markedly worse than general Kinderheime (somehow), sometimes neglecting to offer basic educational services to their charges. (x)

If anything, I think he'd ask for placement himself... I've always pictured him as someone who would've been pretty respectful and obedient as a kid (neglected child not wanting to cause issues), so it kind of makes sense that he'd go by the books so to speak... find the office himself, wouldn't really steal, etc. I don't really think he'd enjoy living on the streets at ALL... the vagrant Halbstarke lifestyle is absolutely not for him. there would've been no community or sense of belonging, for him, to be found in this subculture... interesting book detailing this called Constructing and Controlling Youth in Munich by Martin Kalb btw. Check it out if you so will.

Considering that I've placed his childhood in Bavaria, a historically catholic state, it's likely that the kinderheim he would've ended up in was of Catholic denomination... HUGE amount of Kinderheime were Catholic. Don't have precise percentages but you can peruse a registry here that lists the religious denomination of every Kinderheim in Bavaria ("kath." or "ev."; on p. 78 and onward) at the time it was compiled (1948) which is a few years before I think Sasha would've ended up in one.

There's also this:

“Charitable and evangelical educational homes“ (Catholic vs. Evangelical facilities organized by year, column contents are “Heime Plätze/Betten”; home places/beds, and “Mitarbeiter”; # of staff) (x)

Some of these institutions didn't allow the children to go to school, but that wasn't very common (x). Sometimes the education was either built directly into the institution and was heavily understaffed. As an example:

Station spokesman: From a letter from the Evangelical Lutheran Deanery in Regensburg to the National Association for Inner Mission in January 1950

"There are currently 75 children in the Castle Windsor children's home, including 70 school-age children. These 70 children are still being taught by just one teacher in the elementary school connected to the home. Such a mismatch places a disproportionately high strain on the teacher, who has to teach in two sections, morning and afternoon. Despite this, the children in the middle and upper grades receive too little instruction. Each department only has 3-4 hours of instruction per day. " (deu)

I should reiterate that Bavaria is extremely catholic and loved beating children. In fact, when corporal punishment at elementary schools was banned in 1946, Bavarian parents were outraged because what if they wanted teachers to beat their children. Did you ever think of that? And then when they overturned the ban a year later 61% of the population was glad about it. Just to give you some historical context. And also to help you think about sasha's Volksschule experiences. I don't think he would've been doing anything egregious to solicit physical abuse (e.g., being disrespectful toward teachers or not paying attention/never doing his work), but I do think the absolutely was the "weird" kid who had visible tics and was harassed a lot by his classmates so it's possible they would've set something up to facilitate this happening. Not picturing this as a common occurrence.

Additionally, most children had to perform some form of manual labor for (essentially) free, since these institutions were so egregiously underfunded that the Kinderheime would just loan them as farmhands/quarry workers/etc., often even before the age of 14, though this point is not quite relevant to Sasha because I think he was ~15 when he ran away. (x)

One other potential outcome for Sasha is that he could've ended up in an apprentice home (Lehrlingsheim), but sources on these places are quite difficult to find... the main information I saw was that "In the state of Bavaria there are 66 homes for uprooted youth, which are mainly apprentice homes" (x). This article (from 1949) like the first one I sourced reiterates the "vagrant youth" placement system (might as well share link of relevant passages plugged into a translator for those curious). Looking at the first sourced document it seems they were mostly for older children (16+). Can't imagine the circumstances would've been much better here than a Kinderheim, but if anyone has information about these I'd love to see.

I could continue to go on but I won't because this is already quite long, but before I go I want to share this transcription from the US Senate committee on foreign relations in 1950 because... I enjoyed reading it I thought it was interesting and I want to share. sue me!

(source)

It's quite hard to find sources on this in english, but here's several articles for you to peruse with google translate. I looked at countless more but those are kind of lost to the ether of my web history + these are the only ones I saved. Easy enough to find if you key in some combination of "kinderheim 1950er nachkriegszeit" and jump around.

https://www.stuttgarter-zeitung.de/inhalt.kinderheime-in-der-nachkriegszeit-pruegel-bis-die-seele-bricht.c3d5ed02-68bf-42e3-a6a1-84bb7b586e14.html

https://12ft.io/proxy?q=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.waz.de%2Fstaedte%2Fessen%2Ffrueheres-heimkind-dort-hat-man-uns-die-jugend-geraubt-id214824101.html%3Fservice%3Damp

https://www.br.de/radio/bayern2/sendungen/zeit-fuer-bayern/bayerische-heimkinder-nachkriegszeit-100.html

https://amp.focus.de/familie/erziehung/albtraum-kinderverschickung-wie-kinder-in-erholungsheimen-gequaelt-wurden_id_11460755.html

https://amp.dw.com/de/das-verdr%C3%A4ngte-leid/a-6323736

https://www.wkgo.de/cms/article/print/164

https://www.welt.de/politik/deutschland/article5239904/Die-Gewaltherrschaft-in-deutschen-Kinderheimen.html

https://www.welt.de/welt_print/article2795104/Die-unbarmherzigen-Erzieher-der-Nachkriegszeit.html

https://www.evangelisch.de/inhalte/150261/25-06-2018/die-evangelische-kirche-ekhn-hat-die-geschichte-der-heimkinder-der-nachkriegszeit-aufgearbeitet

[ginzburgjake]

Statement of Martin Blackwood, regarding his encounter with a ghost. Statement given January 25th, 2017.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Sasha says gently. Tim is beside her, wearing a worried expression, while Martin is sitting on the opposite end of the table with a running tape recorder placed in front of him. His hands are wrapped around a steaming cup of tea.

“Ooof,” he sighs, bracing himself. “Alright, I — alright.”

“So, the day started as normal, I think — maybe it was a bit more cloudy than usual, but nothing too out of the ordinary. I took the tube, arrived to the Institute on time, signed in with Rosie, all that stuff. I came in, and Sasha was there, already recording, so I decided not to interrupt her and busy myself with my own case. I sat at the table, laid my things out — because I had to bring them home, you know, what with the mysterious haunting of this place. Didn't want to lose track of any more pens than necessary, heh.

I did some follow-ups, called a couple of contacts to check the details for, er, for that, that 'uncanny students' report? Yeah. So, it was about eleven-ish when I heard something... weird from the document storage. It was like… a whisper, or a call. A very quiet one.

Now, the thing is, that was far from the first time I heard something like that in the Archives. Those whispers, and sudden brushes of cold wind, I suppose, have been following me since, um, the middle of September. I’m not the most superstitious person, but I can’t very well deny the uneasiness that flooded my mind with every such… incident. Still, there weren’t any words being said in an ominous voice, no blood oozing out of the walls, no foggy mirrors, or, or anything, to indicate that it wasn’t just me freaking out without reason, so I kind of — let it be? I mean, it’s not like I could do anything. There isn’t a, a ghost manual or whatever, and you guys never noticed the things I did.

I must admit that I… am sorta fan of Ghost Hunt UK. I’m not big on conspiracies and deep scary mysteries, but their channel is — it’s honestly really good. They conduct proper investigations and stuff, and I know we as academics are supposed to, to despise their work out of principle, but… I simply never saw them as rivals. They do a lot of what we do — breaking into places, unearthing evidence, recording their findings — even if they lack the resources we possess. I’ve watched some of their content regarding old haunted basements, a while back. You know, the Archives are actually unbelievably good-fitting for the ‘haunted basement’ profile; the Institute was built in the early 1800s, and its structure has remained the same since. Despite there being only one exit, at least two archival employees have managed to vanish without a trace from what is essentially a closed room. There was blood found on the desk, for god’s sake.

I’ve emailed to Melanie King — she’s the main host — asking for her opinion. That was back in December, and I didn’t hold much hope for a proper answer. She must be quite busy, after all. But, surprisingly, she replied, uh, two days later? She needed more details — were there signs of possession or compulsion; have I seen, heard or smelt anything else odd or unnatural; was there seemingly a problem with electricity, heating or pipes that refused to go away, yada, yada. Based on what I’ve told her, she said it might indicate a minor poltergeist, possibly an Archivist, trying to finish their mission on this plane. I didn’t know whether I believed it. Anyhow, true or not, it’s a terribly sad way to exist, don’t you think? Permanently tied to your place of work, bound to fill out papers until the end of time. Ugh.

Melanie said ghosts such as these are usually deemed harmless, and unless I cared to confront it and discover its goal, there’s, as I suspected, very little that could be done. I wasn’t worried, not then. A disgruntled workaholic ghost? Pshh, just another strange thing about this job, right? Hah. And, well, today… today the issue became a lot more real.

As I said, there was a whisper coming from the document storage. I registered it, which was almost routine at that point, and waited for the cold to pass. After five minutes or so, its presence lessened significantly — although it hadn’t gone away completely. I had two layers of clothing on, so I was fine.

It’s — hard to remember what exactly I wanted to do? I know I went in to retrieve a box of files, probably related to the reports of… uncanny… um, skin people. I entered the storage — I held a reference file in hands, I think — and… there it was. A hand. Transparent, floating, detached from anything that might have resembled a body, human hand. It — it was kind of positioned where a person’s hand would be if they, uh, reached for something above their height. Which sounds ridiculous, of course — ghosts can levitate, can’t they? Or maybe I’m thinking of the vampires…

Anyhow, the hand, it — it grabbed a, a file from an open box at my eye level, and it pulled — and, and the file moved, like there was real physical force behind that gesture. I think I screamed. It was just so… impossible. There’s scary movies and books, and spooky podcasts that you listen to while going to sleep to shake yourself up a little — and then there’s that. I didn’t expect to see it because it shouldn’t have been real. I didn’t… I didn’t.

The next thing I know — I’m sitting on the floor, breathing heavily, with a very concerned Sasha crouching down besides me. She — she asked me what happened, led me to the break room, offered some tea. I turned to look back when we were exiting the storage — and there was nothing. No hands, no chill, no levitating objects... Just a bunch of dusty old boxes lined up in rows. I’m not sure whether I felt relieved or not. And, well, then Tim arrived, apologising for oversleeping, so that pretty much wraps up my experience, I suppose.

S-statement ends.”

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