#Tw car crash mention

[antiendovents]

wanna answer to this post: https://www.tumblr.com/antiendovents/743582164233453568/hello-there-we-will-not-be-tagging-off-or-even?source=share

(term osddid used to refer to did and/or osdd-1).

1. abt your concerns of being hateful. there's nothing hateful in being anti-endo. know some people may tell abt anti-endos being mean n always hateful. may compare us with transmeds n other bigots. some genuinely thinks like that, some do it on purpose to make people scared of seeking other opinion. also know our community is, uh, regular community. there are some bigots, some really hateful people, some people who harass n make harm. but these types of people are in every community. not only anti-endo, not only syscourse. in general neurodivergent community, in queer community, in every community will be some aggressive n mean n hateful people. in endo community too. but. you don't have to be like them. n most of us are not like them. being anti-endo doesn't obligate you to send hateful asks, harass people or even talk a lot abt how endos are bad. being anti-endo obligated you only believe in one (1) thing: system can't form without trauma.

2. you don't have to participate in syscource. you can be anti-endo n just... live your life. make content abt system things or consume this content, talk abt your experience n so on. a lot of anti-endo people don't participate in syscource and live their regular life. they post what they want, read/watch what they want n do nothing abt endos. if you don't wanna, you don't have to. changing side doesn't mean you have to promote your opinion.

3. abt your questions in endos' ideas. you are right. someone can't develop osddid without trauma, because there's no reason to not form single identity without dissociative barriers. other tries to explain osddid failed.

4. abt exotrauma. for people who don't know this term: exotrauma means trauma that individual haven't bodily survived in this life. may be used to refer to trauma in past lives (if individual believes in past lives) or source trauma for introjects (when source of introject survived trauma n introject have false memories abt that trauma). exotrauma can't work directly, but there's nuances. someone can't be traumatized directly by something they haven't bodily survive, because it's unique experience.

tw car crash mention, injuries

(general "you", not abt someone personally)

you won't claim you survived car crash if you have seen how someone else survived car crash? even if you have introject of them. they got injures, they may face legal consequences, they were inside n it's different from being outside.

but. you still can be traumatized. not by surviving car crash, but by surviving seeing car crash. it's called trauma of the witness.

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(general "you", not abt someone personally)

same with other trauma. you can't claim you've survived something that you haven't survived bodily in this life. because you are in this body with this brain. only this body n this brain can be physically affected by traumatic events. (yeah, trauma impacts brain physically).

but. you can be traumatized by seeing traumatic events. it's not the same as being traumatized by event itself, but it's trauma too (trauma of the witness). or you can project. it's especially abt fictrojects. some people introject character with same/similar trauma. n they can feel connection with said trauma. if they have survived it bodily, it's their trauma too. if they haven't survived it bodily, it's not exactly their trauma, but they can feel some connection n relate with source's experience. and it's valid (until they don't claim it's exactly their trauma because their source has it).

so. every talks abt exotrauma should recognize these facts n avoid claiming that someone can be considered trauma survivor without bodily surviving this trauma.

5. abt madd. it definitely can affect your system, because it affects your thinking, perception n brain as a whole. so why it should affect everything except system. is there a "don't touch!" tablet? /rhetorical. until you claim you can make or change alters by will, it's absolutely okay. your headspace is a form of communication between alters (visual n other perceptive). so it can be affected on how your imagination works.

6. and again, there's nothing wrong with getting to know other point of view. you don't become hateful because of it. it's good to listen both sides n then form your opinion. because you need to know all arguments to make balanced decision. it's rational way of forming opinion.

gonna post this as informational, nothing really to say here other than we all agree with this :3

[systemtermz]

Alright this is behind a tw but in case you don’t have the tag blocked: mention of someone showing a disturbing gore video to a 7 year old.

Admin has such a fascination with nsfl content and at first we were all like ‘why? You have anxiety, this should make it worse’

So apparently, when they were like 7, one summer at the pool one of their foster mothers friends just. Out of the blue showed them and a bunch of other children a real fucking gore video of a mother and her children who had gotten into a car crash!!! Won’t share details but like!!! Christ in a bread basket!!!

And then She was like ‘that’s why you always wear a seatbelt’ WE’RE AT A POOL??? WHO ARE YOU??? WHY DID YOU CALL THEM OVER??? WE’RE SEVEN???????

-:p

[espers-n-espurrs]

What, is the person who hit you with the car some family member of the deen or something?

no. they are not related to the deen. or to anyone working at the school. i dont think. but i also dont mean that either.

[announzingforya]

man. I am so genuinely scared to drive with my dad. He’s such a reckless driver and I hate it. I hate it when it’s icy or rainy too. He’ll swerve into the street on purpose and go really fast and it scares me. And he won’t stop. I hate it.

I’m scared to get into his damned truck and drive somewhere with him because of it. I went to a Wendy’s earlier and he swerved into the street and it made and still makes me so fucking scared. Even if he goes slightly faster than normal it makes me paranoid.

luckily, I haven’t ever been in a car crash. But I feel like I will considering my dad’s driving habits.

I really don’t like my dad. I hate him more than I love him.

[kel-is-here]

I said I'll stop with Basil and Sunny so let's continue on with Aubrey and Hero! (Ooc: gonna get into fanfic death territory now)

For Aubrey, she could die from overdose, drowning, becoming a murder victim, losing a fight and getting kidnapped while Hero can die from a car crash, a bombing, a school shooting, getting kidnapped and suicide if he decides to follow Mari!

Would you like to hear more detail on their potential deaths~?

"NO. Just LEAVE ME ALONE. Please, why are you doing this? I don't need to hear this, please just leave me alone."

*He's crying now, more than he has at one time before. Even after Mari's death, even the fight with Hero, he didn't cry this intensely*

"... If all of that does happen, since you seem to know everything, do I get to die? If I were to go through all of that... I think it'd be preferable..."

[rescuefield-arch1]

also circling back to the usual sadness, imagine claire's anxiety when leon's jeep / police car / whatever crashed and caught fire like... you know that's how her parents died and all

[clarawilmore]

I location: true colors, valentine’s day. 

closed starter for @maisie-espinosa​

Finding out that Maisie’s brother and sister-in law were no longer alive felt exactly like a swift kick to the shins. Or the stomach, or the heart, or any other part of the body that would hurt in such a deep way and knock the breath right out of Clara’s lungs. It was a feeling of anger and sadness and confusion that she hadn’t felt in years, and the way that her mind had been ping-ponging back and forth from her work to the topic at hand was getting a little overwhelming. She knew that Tuesday nights were the night that Maisie was just down the hall, and even if Maisie didn’t want to see her or seek her out? It didn’t stop Clara from waiting around so she could catch her ex in private. Boundaries were one thing she’d always be in support of, but there were simply things that needed to be discussed. This, she felt, was one of them. 

She was leaning back against the wall across from the meeting hall doors and had been for more than a few moments. She waved goodbye to the residents who filed out of Maisie’s classroom, and then as soon as there was a free space to enter, she did. She marched straight to the wooden desk and stood in front of it, her chest momentarily squeezing as she realized the utter horror of what had happened to the woman across from her, and how Clara had no idea. When were you planning on telling me about your brother and his wife? She began to sign, letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding as she started the conversation. I had to find out from Nari. She was under the impression I knew. An exasperated grimace moved over her face as she remembered how uncomfortable that conversation was for the both of them, how much she wished it never had to happen that way.   Her fingers finished signing the ‘e’ in Maisie’s name, and then she crossed her arms again while she waited for an answer. It was hard keeping her emotions in check when she was feeling so many, but mostly she couldn’t stop thinking of Oliver, and how kind he’d been to agree to be their donor, and all of the memories she had with him in his family not too far from the same building they were in just then.

[dragonsworn05]

ooh like start it out with a “normal”, neurotypical, middle-class, sporty gay white boy who has a crush on the cute but anxious nerd. He has a quirky, ambiguously queer, female best friend and the perfect home life. Maybe there are subtle hints at something off (camera cuts out right as two female characters are about to kiss, uncharacteristic lack of sex jokes & innuendos for a high school, quirky conspiracy theorist best friend always remarking that “they” are watching) but nothing major really.

Through the first five episodes the eeriness slowly ramps up (main character finally asks love interest on a date & the love interests asks “are you sure?” but their eyes flick directly to the camera as it happens, quirky best friend slowly devolves into paranoia and has less screen time as it progresses, little sister says fuck in one scene and mysteriously disappears for the rest of the episode before coming back recasted in the next) until you reach the big kiss between the main character & the love interest.

Maybe they were on a park bench. Maybe they were slow dancing at homecoming. Hell, maybe they were in the main character’s car on a hill overlooking their Idyllic Small Town™️. What’s important is that Main Character asks if they want to go back to his place and Love Interest freezes up. He gets all tense and is like, “we can’t. y’know?” and tries to play it off as a joke but the main character is like “no, i don’t know.” The love interest goes deadpan and just says “They are watching.” Cut to black.

After this point it’s pretty much one thing after another. The best friend disappears. The love interest is hit by a car and paralyzed from the waist down, making him break up with the main character because he’s “not right, not good enough, not normal enough”. Main Character’s dad finds out that he’s gay and hits him, throwing him out into the streets, but the next episode starts with MC in their normal bed and the father is recasted when he gets downstairs for breakfast. Through this all, the main character is seeing dark, blurry figures in the corners of their eyes and desperately trying to figure out who “they” are.

The last episode is the main character desperately trying to find their best friend and finally going over to her house (clearly in a poorer neighborhood than the MC’s) to try and find them. He learns from the friend’s mom that she had committed suicide and finds out all these things about her that he’d “never known before”, including the fact that “she” is actually “they”. The mom leaves him alone in their room and he finds an old scrapbook underneath their bed that makes the memories of these things start coming back (in flashbacks) while a suicide note to the mc is read in voice over by the best friend. The main character starts crying and is clearly having a mental breakdown. He wrecks the room and curls into a ball in the middle of the wreckage, sobbing. Eventually he calms down and his head slowly peaks back up. He meets eyes with the camera and his eyes fill with terror as the humming that had slowly been present through the breakdown grows louder and louder and louder. Suddenly, black screen and silence. Credits roll with a calm, classic piano track over it. No stylized credit sequence like the rest of the episodes had. Just white text scrolling over black, a lone piano, and your thoughts.

I want someone to make one of these new sterile teen gay romance shows on Netflix but halfway through they pull a Doki Doki Literature Club and it turns into a fucked up fourth wall breaking psychological thriller that deconstructs the heteronormative and middle class ideals of the genre

[maestro-of-clockwork]

YESS WE ARE INTRIGUED we need a YouTube style story time from you about you commiting vehicular manslaughter cmon!! I love your stories

I stand corrected, at least in your case. Allow me to regale you with the story, then. :)

Last Wednesday morning, I was someplace in Europe, taking in the scenery. I was standing on a bridge that spanned the width of the motorway below. Admiring was what I was originally there to do, really...until my eyes drifted away from it all, and to the cars whizzing by underneath me.

I got to thinking.

Things were too calm, weren't they?

The breakfast I had at a lovely cafe prior to this...the nice chat I had with tourists on the way to the bridge...the gorgeous scenery around me...all of it was entirely without incident.

My unoccupied mind allowed that to echo through it, but not to where it was uncontrollable. I could have easily turned around and ignored it all, but the fact of the matter is that I didn't. Browsing my options, my eyes wandered about until I caught sight of a tanker truck filled with petrol.

What made the situation worse was that truck was also speeding, going fifteen kilometres over the speed limit. The other vehicles behind it were maintaining similar speeds, as well...

Now, I'm sure you're aware of my ability to pause my effect on certain objects, yes? Of course, you are.

Freezing that tanker truck for one second was all it took for the chain reaction to take effect. The cars directly behind it collided into it, and brutally. Due to how sudden the stop was, how fast they were driving, and how heavy the tanker truck was, they crashed in a way that easily resembled crumpling paper.

The truck's driver tried to come to their senses - you could tell it from how erratically they drove - but in their confusion and utter panic, they made the worst choice they could have possibly made and swerved right into another lane as fast as they could...causing the truck itself to tip over on its side. While everyone was trying their damndest to avoid the now-tipped over truck, the petrol spilled out across the motorway because of oncoming cars crashing right into the tank itself.

One after another, after another, after another, they all hideously bashed into each other in their fight to survive...

It felt like hours had passed until it stopped. I knew that it wasn't hours, though, but minutes.

Six minutes.

All of that destruction in six minutes.

I didn't even lift a finger for the rest. All I had to do was take advantage of just one of the many fools who were speeding that morning.

I had to have stood there for minutes on end, simply breathing all of it in. I don't often enjoy the scent of petrol and burnt rubber, but I did that day. It wasn't until the paramedics and policemen arrived that I finally left, and let me tell you that I walked away from the scene with a pep in my step!

I hope you enjoy reading this, Anon. Do let me know if you'd ever like another story...

[atakeflight]

‘my sole objective, (sammy), is to make you happy. doesn’t matter where we are or what we’re going through, I’ll always put a smile on your face.’ - for sammy, from sean @outwsts

❛ You really know how to make a guy blush in the middle of the street huh? ❜ he had to admit, after his accident, after Ollie and Abigail he never thought he'd be this happy in a relationship. He always seemed to be around those who needed him, but it had never been a mutual exchange, until Sean. Even his comments had made him smile. His hands moving to connect their hands as they walked towards their job. Sammy might still be recovering from his accident, but --- he was relieved to be doing something outside of a hospital, or outside of watching his friends all enjoy their breaks from dance when Sammy didn't even know if he could go back to dance. He was still waiting on his final test results, it just felt so free to smile. To be happy. ❛ Well, it looks like you're succeeding in your plans, and just before work too. A difficult achievement. ❜

[espers-n-espurrs]

Usually scholarships have provisions for medical issues, but it depends on the structure of the scholarship. In many regions however there are legislative protections either explicitly in disability and/or medical leave legislation or via precedent in common law regions expanding on existing legislation vaguarities. They're usually more aimed at college scholarships and adult workers, but still. And it varies region to region.

Worth checking with deen, but this would be a PR nightmare if they kicked someone on needs scholarship off for being hit by a car.

i am not talking about the car. there is more to my current situation than i am willing to reveal at this time.

i just needed to speak to the void for a moment.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Is it possible to have some more Mr Flavour please?

The first thing he notices is the soft mattress underneath him. It's such a stark difference between the bed of his motel and even the bed at his house that Danny knows he's nowhere near his tax bracket.

There is such a thing as too comfortable. The sinking feeling of the plush pillow around his head is entirely like that.

When he blinks and opens his eyes, he finds that someone has placed him in a large bed with a canopy bed. Shifting about tells him that all four of his limbs were tied to the bedposts, and although he's not pulled taunt, he definitely isn't going anywhere without his powers.

The chains used were long enough that he would likely be able to shift about but not get off the bed. It looks like they were meant to allow him to move in the middle of the mattress, but that's it.

Curiously, he heaves himself into a sitting position, mindful of not going too far in any direction, running his eyes over the bedroom he finds himself in. It takes him a moment to notice that everything is themed around a mushroom forest, almost as if he was dropped in the setting of a fantasy novel.

He realized his clothes had also been changed, starting to look at the silk-like tights and tunic. He felt a weight shift when he moved his back to bring his knees up and lean on them. Glancing over his shoulder, he found a pair of wings strapped to his body.

Danny tilts his head before he goes back to surveying the room, and his eyes catch the mirror of a light brown wooden vanity. His reflection looks back at him with carefully done make-up. He has dark navy blue eyeshadow but with glitter resting on them and his cheeks to remember stars, the twinkle-looking kind. White eyeliner was also used to paint sharp butterfly-looking wings from the edges of his eyes pointing towards his ears.

Metal cuffs shaped like pointed ears were added to his ears, and a pin was attached to his hair, which held tiny little daises, even in his few strands of hair.

A jeweled collar is wrapped around his neck as thick as his thumb, with the North Star resting just over his Adam's apple.

The bed he was sitting in had a mushroom top that spanned out with a bright red cap and white poke dots. He could not see it from underneath it, but it looked like his bed was the steam of the mushroom.

Oscar dressed him up like a garden fairy.

"This feels like it was way too much effort," Danny mutters, staring at his reflection. He looks annoyingly pretty, offended the style fits him so well. He thinks he would have made a way better vampire. At least Sam would find it funny. "I have to handle it to him, though; he knows his way around a make-p brush. Wonder if I can get out of here."

Danny tugs on the chains, pulling his limbs as far as they go before a nasty pop is heard, and he has to bite down on his lower lip to stop a scream. His left wrist is useless, having snapped. A wave of agony courses through him until his healing factor kicks in long enough to snap his bone back, but the soreness lingers.

Phantom was just out of reach still, hidden somewhere underneath his skin.

"Guess not," he sighs. A few minutes pass, and Danny fills the void by reciting the periodic table and their atom masses. But when he grows bored of that, he starts patting his knees to a random beat, making popping sounds with his mouth.

That leads to him singing, at first, a few words from actual songs, then it drifts into nonsense.

He finishes his little jingle for his sodas, creating a rip-off of commercial jingles from home, adding more ecstatic slaps against his knees in a fast-paced drum roll.

He attempts to think of a rhyme for soda, using words he believes aren't real when the wall across from his bed suddenly shifts.

Danny hadn't even realized the open space across from his bed was a door since it blended so well with the flowers that decorated the wall. Oscar stands in the doorway, still wearing his suit and smiling his oily grin. "How is my lovely little fairy?"

Danny waves at him. "Hey, fruitloop. Here to kill me?"

Oscar laughs, steps in, and closes the door behind him. He crosses the room to carefully caress his hair. Danny hisses, but it does nothing to deter the man, who sighs lovingly, "I could never harm you. You're the first of your kind in my collection. Usually, my fairies have lighter hair like those of the forest, but you're from the stars, aren't you? My lovely cosmos fairy."

"Hmmm," Danny squints, "I don't like this. Just kill me."

The man laughs, dragging Danny into a hug by the chain on his left arm. "You are so mischievous and defiant. I should have collected your kind years ago."

Danny allows the hug only to feel Oscar's pockets press against him. He doesn't feel like a key is on Oscar's person, nor does he feel like he is carrying a weapon.

Quick as a wipe, Danny throws out his fist, nailing the older man between the legs. Oscar wheezes, but not enough to make him stumble. He squeezes his arms tighter, encaging Danny, and the pulled chains limit his movements.

Danny struggles against him until his eyes land on the mirror again, watching as his kidnapper grabs the side of the watch. "No misbehaving."

One click later, the North Star lights up. Shockwaves of electricity rush through his body as a scream is ripped from his throat. Distantly, his mind flashes back to the last time he felt this sensation- when he opened the portal on himself. His body spams about as Oscar coos into his hair, muttering reassurances until the power dies.

"Good boy. Such a good boy.," Oscar mutters as Danny gasps against his chest. "A good fairy can be mischievous but not misbehave, right?"

Danny opens his mouth to snap at him when he notices a glow in the corner of his eye. He raises his hands, staring at the familiar sight of Phantom's glow, feeling his heart leap with joy as his healing kicks in. He wonders if he finally got his powers back.

He wills his body to flout, to sink through solid, or even to vanish from sight, but nothing happens. He gains a new piece of his other half, but not nearly enough to turn into him. There is only a glow to his skin for now.

Oscar obviously sees it, for he gasps with delight. "My star fairy, shining for me."

Danny headbutts him, but even though he causes the man's nose to bleed, all he does is laugh and pet Danny like a cat. Another button press has the chains retreating into the wall, flinging Danny back on the bed, spread out and unable to move.

The teen frowns when Oscar eventually leaves him, promising to build him a galaxy room soon. A few hours go by, and a dull ache builds up in his limbs, but eventually, the man returns, setting up some glow-in-the-dark star stickers on the top of his bed. He rewards Danny's "good" behavior by allowing the chains to grow, and he's back to being able to move on the bed.

Days go by like this when Danny attempts to force the man to use the button, wondering if he needs electricity to finally have Phantom back. Sadly, nothing seems to upset Oscar, who chalks every act of defiance as a characteristic of his "star fairy" genes.

Eventually, Danny grows bored, even though Oscar regularly brings him food and walks him to a bathroom where he is ordered to shower—thankfully without the man inside but attached to the chains of the shower walls—and retouches his make-up with great care. His clothes are always replaced with new, clean versions, even with the same design. He doesn't know how long he's been trapped here, but he is sure it's a few days.

"Can I make sodas?" He asks while Oscar is laying behind him, hugging Danny to his chest like the teen was a giant teddy bear. There is, thankfully, nothing intimate about it, just holding him while they slept. "I'm bored."

"Of course. Your kind needs mental stimulation rather than the physical kind, don't you? That's why you made your drinks before; you wanted humans to need your potions." The fruitloop mutters, tucking the galaxy blanket over Danny's shoulder. "I'll bring you things tomorrow."

The following days are a little more leisurely with his soda-making. Oscar had his men find Danny's motel, taking everything he needed to create his Mr. Flavor soda and sets up three tables next to the bed for him to work. Apparently, Danny is his calmest fairy, so the chains around his wrists are removed, and the ones around his ankles increase in length.

Danny can now freely move about the room to his heart's content. Oscar vanishes for hours on end but eventually always comes back every night to watch Danny work on his sodas. He brings glass bottles the two fill, and Oscar hauls them away to who knows where.

Danny can't really tell the time as there are no windows, and the only source of light is one large lamp hanging from the ceiling. However, Oscar's behavior has a pattern. The older man shuts off the giant lamp and lights some fairy lights, leaving the room in a dull glow.

He only does that when the pair go to bed, making him think it's nighttime. Danny carefully counts the hours from there.

One day, Oscar doesn't come back, as the hours drag to what he knows is nighttime. This is his chance. He takes his wooden spoon, the one he uses to mix the syrups in a bored flavor experiment, biting down on it as hard as he can.

Danny grabs his feet, bending them until two nasty cracks are heard. The wood muffles his scream, but even as his healing attempts to fix the damage, he yanks and pulls his limb until it slips through the metal cuffs.

Once they land on the ground with a clack, Danny is hit with a wave of nausea. His tunic is coated in sweat, his head is swimming, and he doesn't feel Phantom, but Danny is free.

A few minutes go by when his healing gets to work to fix the damage as he drags himself to where the door is. The chains had allowed him to wander there, but he never attempted to pry it open.

Today, he not only tries, he succeeds. His bare feet return to a healthy state, allowing him to stand in the doorway. Outside his colorful galaxy, slowly losing the first theme bedroom, is a long grey hallway filled with other doors.

Each door has a number painted in a large black font.

Danny glances both ways, sees no one, and sprints down the hallway on his right. He makes it all the way to the end, where all that's visible is a single door. He looks over his shoulder to where he came from and finds that his room is the last one in the hallway, showing no exit.

He gulps, praying this is the way out while carefully twisting the door numb as quietly as possible. Thankfully, no soul is in sight when he pushes the door open.

The first thing he realizes is that the space is much smaller than his cell, looking more like a broom closet than anything else. Inside, a chair is set up in front of multiple monitors that are all handing over a large desk. Two file cabinets are on the side, but that's all the room there is for.

Squinting, Danny realizes it's a security system. Getting closer, he watches as various light brown hair people dressed as fairies are shown chained up, moving about their rooms frantically and fearfully.

They are all forest themes with a number on the corner of the screen. Danny realizes he knows those numbers and glances back over his shoulder. Sure enough, the numbers are in the same font and color as the ones on the screens.

Well.

Danny hums, rummaging through the office in search of keys. He is alight with dying, but he doubts the other people Oscar has kidnapped are Halfas in waiting. There is nothing on the desk, so he turns his attention to the file cabinets

Inside are deranged notes on fairies' habits. Records of their diet behavior and a shockingly large amount of physical exercise for each kidnapped person are documented.

Apparently, where Danny, a star fairy, needs mental simulation, the forest fairies need to do HIT training mixed in with random types of Dance to keep them happy and healthy.

Number 4 was tap dancing, while Number 7 was doing ballet. It was so unfair. He would have loved to develop some muscle here, making his new desire to break into the grid storage easier.

Maybe he could shock Phantom back. The next drawer has his bottled sodas, which clack against each other. A note about storing his potions for future healing is on top of them, and Danny's face twitches.

Fruitloop.

He considers the drinks before deciding the other captives may need an energy boost to help them leg it when he sets them free. He grabs a premade hanging water cooler, swinging it over his shoulder after checking to make sure his sodas are inside.

Eventually, Danny finds a ring of keys at the bottom of the last drawer. After confirming that the exact numbers are painted on them, he rushes out of the office. He arrives at number 1 with a cheer and flings it open.

A man in his mid-twenties jumps a good foot off the lofted tree-shaped bed. He is also dressed as a fairy, but instead of Danny's blue and purple hues, this one is in different shades of brown, and his face is clean.

A similar color to the one Danny wears is wrapped around his neck, but the centerpiece is a large oak tree instead of a star.

Danny grins, holding out a bottle of cola. "Hey man, want a drink?"

The stranger only has chains around his wrists, which means he can scramble to the back of the wall the second Danny speaks, "What?"

"Oh, by the way, I'm doing a prison break. You in?" He laughs, swinging the keys around his other hand.

Hours later, Number 1—he refused to give Danny his name after the boy attempted to rip off the collar on their necks. Apparently, explaining that he wanted to feel the zap all over his body instead of wanting to set Number 1 free was "alarming"—it had helped him free all nine captives.

The Halfa was the youngest among the group, as everyone else was at least older than twenty, though it looked like ages ranged from early twenties to late forties.

The only things they shared were chestnut hair and earth-themed fairy costumes. Danny stood out for more than just his manic grin and bubbly personality. He offered one of his sodas at every rescue.

Everyone had accepted a drink from the overly cheerful child, who eyed Danny with distrust but was willing to follow him through the last door. It led to a ladder drilled into the wall. Danny volunteered to go up first, ensuring the coast was clear after forcing a latch to open above him.

Oscar had stashed them in a bunker far outside Gotham's city limits. It took some coaxing, but Dannt got the group to wander through the darkness, holding hands so as not to lose anyone. His powers weren't entirely back, but he's always been able to see a bit better in the dark than his friends.

He chatted the whole time, offering more bottles whenever someone grew too anxious. He spent twenty minutes describing all the flavors he made for his sodas, taking careful steps through small dips in the uneven ground. It seemed the bunker was on a hill, isolated from people.

Eventually, they caught sight of a road, and everyone breathed a breath of relief when a car came into view. It was three loops of curling roadways down below. Still, it passed under the only light post, showing a sleek black model that indicated wealth.

Number 3- who also refused to tell him her name- was in the process of thanking the heavens that someone could help them when Danny demanded that everyone drop.

It was gratifying when they all did it without a second thought.

"That's Oscar's vehicle. He drove it at the restaurant." He hisses as the car rounds the cliff's side, nearing them. The air grows cold as the rest of the victims try to hide in the shadows.

It won't work. Despite the fact that they are on high hills, there is no coverage. The second Oscar's headlights were within reach so he would see them.

Danny considers the sobbing Number 3, her once joy now gone, and realizes she doesn't want to be found. Unlike him, if she gets hurt, she won't unlock the powers that had once made him unbreakable.

He takes off his cooler and hands it over to Number 1 with a soft command: "Stay low, and no matter what, don't try to save me."

"What-"

Danny stands from his hiding spot, flinging himself over the edge of the cliffside in a familiar leap and landing with a loud thump on the lower hill. He drags himself to his feet, running in the opposite direction of the group, singing at the top of his lungs his new Mr. Falvor jingle.

Oscar's headlights fall over him as the man hits the brakes. A second of silence later, the car turns on its wheels with a loud screech as Danny rushes to the edge of the second loop.

"My Star! What are you doing!?" Oscar cries, but the tone sounds amused as Danny flings himself over the edge with a cheer.

"Come catch me! I want to play a game!" He calls out, ignoring the ache of his knees, and takes off in a run the second he lands. He hears the roar of the motor as Oscars round the side, foot on the accelerator, and laughs alongside Danny.

He barely makes the leap when the vehicle smashes against the road railing. Oscar had attempted to run him over.

"Oh, you naughty star fairy!" The car is thrown in reverse and starts down the much longer road as the man driving it sings Mr.Flavor's jingle. Danny doesn't look towards the victims, worried he'll give them away, as he whoops loudly and takes over into a sprint.

The longer road bought him time, but now it's just him against a speeding car. There is no light down here, and he forces himself to be as fast as possible. He can hear Oscar getting closer, but he pushes through, wanting to put distance between them and the other kidnapped people.

He uses the fact there are trees alongside the road to his advantage, but beyond that is a cliffside and the crashing waves of the sea. He could jump, but even if that brought back Phantom, Oscar would potentially cut his losses and turn back, catching the hiding group. He weaves through the barks as Oscar drives behind him, yelling about punishments and naughty fairies.

He gets pretty far, he thinks, the hill with the bunker long behind him, looking much smaller when Danny runs out of trees. Then it's just him and the open space. Oscar's headlights bathe him as the man jumps off the road, speeding until the motor sounds like a roaring monster.

Danny can't outrun him, so he doesn't. He stops, twists on his heel, and spreads his arms wide open. He doesn't close his eyes as the lights get closer, and he sees Oscar's mad, flushed face seconds before the metal rams into him.

"KID!" A horrified cry fills the air as Danny is thrown from the windshield. It's like time has slowed down.

He manages to turn his head in time to see multiple police cars come to a stop just a few feet away from him, a man in the process of throwing himself out of his car, one arm stretched toward Danny.

His face is twisted in horror, but Danny recognizes his eyes. It's the masked man who felt guilty the day he was kidnapped. Ha. He knew he was an undercover cop.

Danny hits the ground hard, rolling three times before he lies broken and tired. His skin is glowing, and his hair puffs up a little, like it was electrocuted, but that's the only real chain besides the multiple wounds on his body.

Phantom's powers are still not entirely back.

He feels numb as the background noise of the police swarming Oscar is heard, with one of the Gotham heroes leading the charge with a war cry. Danny can't bring himself to turn his head but watches Red Robin fly by on his motorbike, aiming the front wheel hood of Oscar's car.

He uses that as a springboard to launch himself through the front windshield- already cracked by Danny's body, and attacking the driver like a beast. Police near the car, all with guns pointed and shouting.

Someone drops to their knees in front of Danny blocking his view. It's the same undercover cop who is talking fast and desperate, but Danny can't really understand him because of the ringing in his head. He feels his healing factor finally start, but it's much slower than normal.

Hands carefully turn him onto his back so they can put some pressure on the bleeding coming from his neck. Glass had smashed against his flesh there, and Danny hadn't even noticed.

The man's desperate face fades in and out of focus until his healing finally pops his ears, and sound rushes through his senses.

"-going to be alright!" The man is screaming. "Hang on, kid. Hang on. What's the ETA on the medics!?"

"Five minutes! Keep putting pressure on his wounds, Grayson!" someone shouts back out of Danny's eyesight. Hmm, dark spots are appearing in his vision now. He was going to pass out soon.

He should tell Officer Grayson about the rest of the Numbers before he does.

"The Others...."He coughs, spitting some blood. The man's face spams.

"Don't talk. Save your strength," he commands, but Danny ignores him, forcing his hand to raise and point to where the group was hiding.

"The others...are hiding....I lead....Oscar away.....from them. They need help.....please." He babbles, watching tears gather in the man's blue eyes. He blames himself—Danny can see it clearly as day—for putting the Halfa in this position the day he helped the rest kidnap him.

Obviously, he needed to do it to find the rest, but that doesn't stop the guilt from eating him alive right in front of Danny. He forces his face to twist into a smile.

"Don't be sad....I told you....I wanted to be a ghost." His words are a bit clearer as his healing throbs around his throat, but it's all he can handle. He fells himself, fading as the look of devastation clouds Officer Grayson's face. Just as Danny passes out, he mutters. "Delete Oscar's footage of my soda making. It's my secret formula."

He surrenders the blissful darkness as the ambulance sirens fill the air.

[u3pxx]

had the stray urge to design the gavin parents. what if kristoph was their favorite what then ...

cw: car crash mention below

thinking abt the "all gavins are terribly nearsighted" headcanon of mine. in my mind, the gavins have no concrete backstory bc i ain't got brain space for that pftt

but. i think they're similar to the skyes in which they lost their parents when they were still young. in a car accident where kristoph and klavier were the only ones who survived.

with klavier fast asleep.

kristoph was 17 and klavier was 9.

i am a "kristoph raised klavier by himself" truther bc of the [waves hands] implications of all that like wow!

(having to become a parent for your little brother the growing resentment of having to be the parent of your little brother but he's your little brother. you must remember that he's your little br

ANYWAYS , what if kristoph was their parent's favorite. like klavier was the happy precocious kid during family reunions yes, but what if bright, brilliant, and promising kristoph was their favorite. have you ever thought about th

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

My biggest fear about learning to drive when I'm old enough is accidentally getting into a crash because I am CONVINCED there is someone staring at me in the back seats. What wizard did I piss off for this endless curse :(

[alexelyan]

There's a specific ableism (NOT worse, just different) when you're not born with a disability, or aren't presenting symptoms until later in life. Especially if you can't point to a pre-approved incident that disabled you such as a traffic accident.

One thing I'm exhausted of hearing is people thinking I'm not "trying" to get better when my disabilities disable me. I cannot push past my limitations because then I cannot function for any length of time after, but because I used to be able-bodied they assume I'm just not trying and it makes me so angry.

It's like people cannot fathom someone becoming disabled...

[rescuefield-arch1]

claire drives cars out of necessity, but if she can avoid it she will - she doesn't remember much anymore about the car crash ( which is bad and good at the same time for a whole bunch of reasons ) but distinctly remembers the struggle to get out of there before the whole thing could catch fire on the backseats too, and it's something that generally makes her uncomfortable. as silly as it sounds she'll never get in the backseats either unless there's someone holding her hand and making sure she doesn't get a panic attack as soon asthe seatbelt is fastened. bikes kind of go around that issue since there's no roof - hence why she owns a whole collection of them compared to that tank of an SUV sitting in her garage