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deuxcherise · 6 months ago

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Rebirth

Spoiler Warning!!! Written as of Update 4.7 in Genshin Impact (game) C/w: Unhealthy behavior, mentions of death, mentions of resurrection, definitely OOC Dottore (?), yandere Dottore, gender neutral reader A/n: So I decided to write something a little… experimental (hehe pun intended) with this, but I will say that I’m not that knowledgeable about the character. I did a little research and read some character analysis and like… could I make him romanceable? Welp, I guess this is my take on him hehe. So basically, a certain doctor is too obsessed with you to let you go… Masterlist

“(Y/n)! Please… you can't…”

His voice… Those were the last words you heard in his voice, raw from screaming and choking from tears, before your vision blurs to black…

…..

For those who dare to pledge their ultimate allegiance and abilities to the Tsaritsa and the Fatui, they are made aware of certain oddities they must keep in mind, specifically regarding the Harbingers.

Pierro “The Jester”, the no. 1 Harbinger, tends to sport strange red marks on his neck every so often. If you happen to notice, do not question it.

Il Dottore “The Doctor”, the no. 2 Harbinger, tends to head off to experiment in his secret laboratory. Curious or not, do not question it.

Columbina “Damselette”, the no. 3 Harbinger, is known to either be sleeping or singing. If her eyes are closed, do not question it.

Arlecchino “The Knave”, the no. 4 Harbinger, tends to respond to “Father” rather than “Mother”. If you have the urge to ask if you can call her “Daddy”, don't.

Pulcinella “The Rooster”, the no. 5 Harbinger, happens to possess a pet rooster. Don't bother asking about its name.

The no. 6 Harbinger has been vacant for hundreds of years, either out of respect for the original Harbinger who occupied this position or simply because no one has bothered. Don't question it.

Sandrone “Marionette”, the no. 7 Harbinger, has a vendetta against the no. 11 Harbinger. She won't answer why.

The no. 8 Harbinger is dead. May she finally rest in peace, for she has endured tragedy upon tragedy for far too long.

Pantalone “Regrator”, the no. 9 Harbinger, unfortunately, does not possess a vision. Question it and he shall see that you and your kin and your kin's kin will forever waste away in poverty.

Il Capitano “The Captain”, the no. 10 Harbinger, conceals his identity entirely. Though his beautiful blue eyes may prompt curiosity, no, he will not take off his helmet and no, he will not answer any questions about whether or not his foot size does indeed correlate with his–

Tartaglia “Childe”, the no. 11 Harbinger, has a thirst for battle 24/7. Even if you do question it, you still would not understand and you might also be pulled into one of his deadly spars. Ask at your own risk.

Call it fortune, if you will, for you had never had the chance to meet any of these Harbingers– Except for one. A long time ago, before he was inducted into the Tsaritsa's special forces.

He was called many names during his youth. A lunatic. A heretic. A madman. A monster.

At that time, he simply questioned whether or not it was possible for a human to create a god. Or if it was possible to elevate humans to the level of god? How could they not see the potential humans had? Was their visions so narrow?

Undeterred by naysayers and resistance, he conducted his research and found reliable results. Sure, the experiments may be unethical, but what research is truly ethical? Ethics are but human constructs, and the further his research reaches, the more they would understand.

Would they not?

No, they wouldn't.

And so, he was chased out of his hometown. While it seems tragic since his exile was most likely due to his unforgivable crimes which involved strangulation which caused death, lying about the cause of said person's death, could you call it a tragedy if it led him to meeting you?

You, some ordinary traveling merchant who happened to find him on the side of the road, hungry and cold. Despite knowing his crimes and his terrible thoughts and his horrid experimentation, you took him in anyway. Together, you both traveled to all kinds of places. Although, he itched to get his hands on a proper lab and begin experimentation again, he strangely found himself content in watching you.

Your goods involved herbs and potions, small medications. To his amazement, you could remember all kinds of remedies in your head without requiring a written word. And somehow you could cure anyone who came across your path, no matter what ailment was afflicted on them. Even those with supposedly incurable diseases. A doctor, of some sort.

“What you doing, sitting here dilly-dallying? Shouldn't we be going? There's many more clients to heal!”

With your eyes closed, you wave at him to come sit beside you on the grass. He acquiesces, though he continues to prompt you.

“There comes a time in everyone's life when they must take a much needed break,” you answer, with a smile and a hum. “Even the most brilliant minds.”

He scoffs. “If the most brilliant of minds took a break, we would not have advanced as far as we have, now would we, (Y/n)?”

“Hm… that's true. But it would eventually happen one day, no? One day, we will find a way to travel all over world with just a tap of a button. One day, we will find a way to travel past the heavens. One day, we might even find a way to travel, say, another world! A world completely different from ours.”

He looks up at the sky, covered bright blue with a couple of fluffy clouds. “One day, I will find a way for humans to become gods.”

“Heh. I have complete faith in you,” you say nonchalantly. “And I will patiently look forward to the day that happens. Good things come to those who wait after all, right? For now, won't you enjoy this lovely day with me?”

He didn't know why he was so… infatuated with you, but there was a time he had once thought, with a god of healing such as you existing in this world and by his side, perhaps… was there any need for him to find a way for humans to become or create gods? Ever since the moment he confessed his feelings, you had blessed him with kisses and hugs and so much more…

A heaven-sent angel, he used to sweetly call you. A sweet-talking liar, you used to sweetly call him.

Wasn't the world perfect just the way it was?

No. It never was.

One unsatisfied client meant one bad review. It happens. It's normal. A merchant like you could only apologize and move on to the next. You weren't a miracle worker, just someone who gets lucky most of the time.

One unsatisfied client with large connections and a large temper, however? Failure is out of the question, and unfortunately you had failed to heal them.

And unfortunately, he wasn't there to save you.

It was only in your last moments he was able to reach you, as you lay on blackened ground burned by flames. He watched as the light faded from your eyes. He listened as you exhaled your last breath. He felt your body turn cold in his very arms. As he clutched your corpse, he looked to the skies which were dark and grey, heavy with rain that day.

He laughed a laughter that echoed in the vast space of the middle of nowhere where your body had been dumped, his voice devoid of emotion.

What kind of gods would allow those disgusting creatures to take you away from him?

No. No, there no gods in this world. Only fakers. Fakers out for their own selfish motives.

Not like you, a true god. One who had accepted him when no one else would.

These humans who took you away from him–

No. No no no no no.

You’re merely… asleep. Yes. Asleep. Those humans were just unenlightened beings, who believed they had the strength to kill you but- but- but- but really all they did was release you from your mortal vessel.

All he needed to do was create a viable vessel for you to settle back in, yes?

Beep, beep, beep, beep. Tsssshhh.

The mechanical door to the lab hisses as it opens, allowing the owner to step in, and the door closes behind him. He walks towards the center of the room, where a naked body lays on a slightly tilted upward bed. Wires of all kinds are connected to the arms and limbs, hooked up to machines meant to capture vitals if the person was alive. Many areas of the person’s skin have been replaced with modifications, so as to preserve their beauty as he remembers.

Dottore reaches up and caresses your cold cheek. Other than a few square patches of unmatching skin and the lack of movement in your chest, you look at peace with your eyes closed, as if you are merely asleep.

Every time he touches you, he hopes you would awaken, open your eyes and gaze at him lovingly as you once did. Every time, you never do, laying as still as that day many years ago.

“I know you have waited for so long, but finally have the Dendro Gnosis in my possession, (Y/n),” Dottore utters with a shaky breath, his manic smile the only thing visible with his mask.

You say nothing, as expected.

“I have yet to tell the Tsaritsa what I plan to use it for. But there is no reason to, is there?” He brings out the green chess-like piece from his pocket. It glows with the Dendro element. “I've sacrificed so much for this. And now… now… HahHahahaHhaha!”

The doctor gets to works immediately, leaving your body to turn on all of the machines. Electricity travels through exposed coils, lights flash with on and off as energy strange liquids pump through the wires and tubes connected to your body. He comes back to you and holds the gnosis. His eyes land on the middle of your chest, marked with black ink for precision.

Although this particular process of inserting a gnosis into one's body is slightly from how he had successfully inserted the Electro Gnosis into that kabukimono brat, Dottore just knows this will succeed as well and places the gnosis against the middle of your chest, which it then magically gets absorbed into your body.

For a moment, it seems to be proceeding as planned.

The next, everything starts to fail.

Coils shatter and electricity dances! Red lights flash all over the lab! A blaring alarm whines over and over! The machines beep uncontrollably! Your body convulses terribly on its metal bed!

Horrified, Dottore rushes to shut everything down. He rips the wires and tubes from your body, despite how badly they burn off his gloves and the skin of his palms. Your body comes to a stop, but nothing moves except for smoke and sparks. The Dendro Gnosis was absorbed, but it did not return. And neither did you.

“NO!” Dottore shouts. “NO NO NO NO NO!”

He falls to his knees and slams his fists against the floor, crying out “NO!” over and over until his voice is raw and cracked. His current form was not made to be able to cry, but if he could they would have drowned his eyes underneath the mask.

He grips his hair and grits his teeth to the point they make a jarring noise like nails on a chalkboard.

What did he do wrong? All of his calculations were on point. He’s a doctor! He’s supposed to be able to heal you. Why didn't you come back? Why didn't you come back?

…..

After what seems like a while, a message arrives from the Tsaritsa via a knock on the laboratory entrance. The Doctor has no choice but to answer. He stands up, looks at you with emotionless eyes. He’ll have to deal with your corpse later.

He takes several steps backwards and pulls a rope, releasing heavy curtains that block the sight of you from view before he answers the door. The unfortunate Fatui messenger has the misfortune of being the first person to meet with a very, very disgruntled Doctor. May the gods protect that poor soul from his wrath…

The Doctor had indeed made a mistake in his calculations. All good things must end, yes, but it is said that all good things come to those who wait.

In the darkness of the lab, shrouded by smoke, a glowing green mark of the Dendro element lights up in the middle of your chest. Light green lines begin expanding all of your body, leaving trails like circulating blood in your arteries and veins. Once the lines have reached the edges of your body, they suddenly disappear.

Beep… … … Beep… … …

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin dottore #genshin impact dottore #il dottore #yandere dottore #yandere #yandere male #yandere x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #gn reader #deuxcherise writes

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theowlgoesmoo · 7 months ago

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The spider's mouth curved into a smile below its gleaming eyes. "My apologies for startling you," he purred, reaching a long, hairy arm out in greeting. "The name's Wolf. And you are…?"

Hopper took a step backward, turning his body ever so slightly to the right as he did. Four of the Wolf's hands flew to his mouth as a look of mock apology came over him.

"Oh, I almost forgot about the little one. Mustn't wake a sleeping princess, hm?" He chuckled at the shock that must have been apparent on Hopper's face. "I've been listening to the two of you for some time now, and I was just so fascinated by what I heard that I had to come out and see it for myself. A grasshopper and a royal ant. How on Ant Island did that come to be? And, more importantly…"

With the arm that was still extended, Wolf pointed a crooked finger at the makeshift splint protruding from between Hopper's arms.

"How did that come to be?"

Hopper covered Dot's exposed wings with his hand and swallowed the feelings of guilt resurfacing. He knew one of the tactics spiders often used on their prey was distraction. The particularly sadistic ones loved to find their victim's weaknesses and exploit them for fun.

"What do you want?" he asked in a low voice.

The spider pouted. "My, he's a touchy one," he said, withdrawing his leg and taking eight half-steps backward. "I just want to know the story, that's all. I've lived around this tree long enough to know that your kind usually aren't around this time of year."

Wolf grinned darkly. "I've also been around long enough to know who she is, and I'm guessing from the little...accident that you're not family friends and this isn't a babysitting trip."

Hopper clenched his fists. There was something different about hearing the implication from someone else's mouth. "It's not what you think," he growled. "It's not even about her, it's about–"

His attempt at self-justification was interrupted by an exaggerated yawn. "Oh, I couldn't care less who or what it's about," Wolf said. "And I couldn't care less if that little tear was an accident or not."

Hopper relaxed his fists. "You said you wanted to hear the story."

The spider shrugged. "I lied. Stories are boring. Besides, I already know everything I need to know about this situation. Ants are incessant talkers, you know. They'll tell you their whole life's story if they think it'll bide them some time before becoming a meal."

Hopper suppressed the urge to shudder. "If you're here for a meal, haven't you had it yet?" he demanded. "What are we standing around talking for?"

He was well aware that the spider had been steadily advancing toward them during the entirety of their conversation. It was why he'd turned and started moving backwards in a slow semi-circle, growing ever so slowly closer to the root where they'd both started.

Wolf stopped and clapped two of his hands in delight. "Oh, so feisty! I love it when they have a kick to them."

Hopper didn't like the look that came into the spider's eyes.

"You see, my dear, I'm just not that hungry tonight. You look like someone who would put up a fight, and I don't feel like working for my food tonight." Wolf ran his tongue along his fangs as he fixed his eyes on Dot. "She, on the other hand, would make a perfect midnight snack."

So I simply adore @abugeatbugworld's fanfic "Leave Her Alone"

And just had to draw the villain from it. Wolf is just oh so deliciously vile, and extremely punchable. I mean when you make the guy who kidnapped a little girl out of spite look like the good guy, your life has taken a serious wrong turn somewhere.

Welp, go kick his spinnerets Hopper. Do wolf spiders have spinnerets? Well kick whatever he's got back there.

#a bugs life #a bug's life #fanart #pixar #anthro #princess dot #dot #hopper #spider #oc #original character #fanfiction #fanfic #THE GIANT ENEMY SPIDER

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destinygoldenstar · 4 months ago

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☀️There Can Only Be ONE Best Boy☀️ - Total Drama Viewer Reacts to Disventure Camp Season 1 Episode 4 “Slip N Slide”

I decided, for both to give my followers less of spoilers and for some flare, I would cheaply draw over some screenshots.

For the Purple Team's reward, they got a waterproof tent. But they neglected the fireproof tent as a result, and the producers weren't careful with last challenge.

Nick would be, understandably, terrified of the place, and Alec would be like "Wow, this is an improvement" but look at it so stoically.

So, welcome back to Arson Camp!

Let us continue with the chaos!

Fiore's chilling by the fires, probably writing some AO3 fanfics.

What fandom would Fiore be in? I'm curious.

I feel like this six year old would be into something violent like Mortal Kombat.

"A girl like you should not be awake at this hour."

*looks over at my clock*

Lilly you don't have to call me out like that.

"I don't even listen to my own mom and she thinks she can control me?!"

If you weren't six, I would say slay and tell them what's for...

But you're six. So...

"If you were feeling safe, I've got bad news for you."

Welp, Lilly's gone. I called it.

OH GOD NO!!!

WHY?!?!??!?! HOW DOES THIS BENEFIT YOU!??!??!?!?!

I feel like this was my fault because I made the fire joke.

Fiore was like, "You know, I had this weird feeling that some viewer named AnalyzGolden was watching us and she told me to burn shit. And now I suddenly have the urge to do it."

Goddammit me.

What next? The characters in that heading get eliminated today?

The subtitle again. I CAN'T with these parenthesis XD

(I have subtitles on because sometimes I mishear stuff when I watch stuff the first time)

"I'm not going to be part of this argument."

*holds back a laugh* Alec's actually so based for that.

Y'all want less DRAMA in TOTAL DRAMA?

Simple answer.

You just walk away from it.

"I think I know who did it." *Among Us Music*

*chokes on breath*

NO. NO.

DID I HEAR THAT RIGHT?!?!

*rewinds*

NO THEY ACTUALLY DID THAT. OMG.

THEY MADE THE JOKE FOR ME.

I was making several Among Us jokes last episode.

I feel like I've become some overlord and they somehow hear me and do what I tell them.

"For some reason Golden is telling me I'm very SUS... huh, wonder what that means."

Fiore if you can hear me. I didn't say you had slay pass. I never said that.

The only one I gave slay pass was Grett.

You have to earn yours.

"Lill?! What in queen's name did you do?!" *sound effect*

Okay. Now it's getting a bit crazy.

"I don't think Lill would do this to us."

THANK YOU. THANK YOU ASHLEY.

"It's about psychology in different kinds of people."

"It says here that people who enter reality competitions and get tempted by money have the tendency to become more ruthless and emotionally manipulative to their advantage, derailing their personalities. If you'd like some examples from the many seasons of Total Drama, I'd be happy to give you an analogy."

"What makes you think I wouldn't want to read it?"

You're six.

"Well... fair point."

Okay. I guess that's not a point.

"It's a drawing. My son drew it for me."

Alec has a family?

I mean he did look older, I admit, but I didn't think anyone here had kids.

So is Alec in this game to help his family with funds? We got another one.

'List of Motives:'

'Fiore: Abandoned'

'Ashley: Save Farm'

'Jake: Help Grandma'

'Tom: Sus'

'Nick: Prove Himself'

'Alec: Family'

'Everyone else: ???'

"I'm just as confused as you."

I have NO IDEA what happened AT ALL. It totally wasn't me who flipped. I was sure Drew was the impostor!

"Then what if Drew voted for himself?"

He said 'Fuck this shit I'm out'.

"He knew things I didn't want anyone to know."

"I just can't tell anyone about my hobbies, okay?!"

"As long as Grett doesn't tell either of them I should be fine."

Hey Grett. Maybe you should tell Jake something. Just a thought.

...

WAIT I SAID THAT AS A JOKE, HOLD ON-

"For some reason I have the urge to tell Jake something. Huh, wonder who this Golden Voice is."

"I voted for Gabby because the boys told me to."

Was it Dan that suggested Gabby??

*looks back*

Actually no it wasn't. I was gonna call hypocrisy, but that'd be me complaining about something that's not there. Okay.

Alright I won't bully him. This time.

"Nobody can be trusted here."

"Nobody can be trusted here-anyway, Tom, who never shows his face, can I trust that you'll vote with me?"

"I'm disappointed that Dan voted for me."

Oh, you're actually affected by that. Wow.

Okay, here you go Gabby. You can have slay pass. ⚔️

Use it for whatever you want to eliminate with. If you want to use it on Dan, go ahead. I don't care if he goes tbh.

I just realized most of my favs are on the same team XD

Oooh, swimming episode!

Tom is STILL in his suit XD

"Hey uh, Tom, the sun can't reach you if you're underwater. I don't think you need to be wearing that. You don't want to get your normal clothes wet, right?"

"Eh I never found use for a swimsuit anyway! Besides! The sun will dry them up quickly!"

"Doesn't that go against what you told us earlier?!"

"My relationship with the sun does not concern you! No it's not toxic what are you talking about?!"

But he's not wearing the hoodie anymore! That's an improvement!

I feel like we're gonna get a Tom face reveal at some point, right?

Oooh.

I didn't think there would be a cabin.

And a phone to call home? PLEASE tell me they take advantage of this and we learn more about these characters homelives!

"You're not yelling and talking nonsense... I like it."

Grett. You're so awful. I love you.

I have such BAD TASTES for favorites, don't I?

(Idk who the fan favorites/hated characters are)

That's not an english subtitle.

...I'm not gonna say anything further than that, cause I'm scared that the joke in my head is very offensive.

"What did you expect? Nobody likes you and everyone thinks you're crazy."

I... I mean technically she's right. Doesn't make it right to rub salt in the wound though.

I still love you Gabby. Don't worry.

"Have you lied to me too?"

"Of course."

Oh WOW.

I did NOT expect her to just be blunt and honest like that.

Why is a VILLAIN character so honest about what they do? That's such a unique character trait. I love how they're using it.

"For what it's worth, I believe you."

"You have no reason to lie. I've known you for a few days and you always put this alliance first."

THANK YOU ASHLEY FOR BEING THE SMART ONE ON THIS TEAM.

Fiore struggling to paddle, omg

"My hands are killing me. You think you can row for me if I pay you?"

Nick...

Nick, I'm waiting patiently for your character development. You better deliver cause you've annoyed me this episode and last episode. Jake's gonna take crown for best boy if you're not careful.

Also, she's a KID and can't even hold one paddle right.

"I'm already tired of always eating fish."

Yeah, that has to get tedious after awhile, especially if you guys are THAT hungry and have no choice.

I hate seafood. I wouldn't survive.

"What are you craving?"

"Chinese takeout. I always order that at home."

My sibling actually loves Chinese as well... I'm a Mexican person, though.

"There's a restaurant I live near that'll knock your socks off. We should go when this is over."

TOM. Are you... ASKING HIM OUT?!

"Hey, your eyes... they're pretty. I never noticed since you've always got that hood on."

AWWW AND THE RETURNED FLIRT?!

THE BLUSH, OMG

...yeah I kinda hope you kiss now.

This is how you make relationships Total Drama. You meet. You get along. And you be cute.

And I am waiting for this to go horribly wrong cause in shows like this, nobody gets a happy ending.

Except Mike & Zoey I guess.

"Maybe them fighting is good news."

"If we found popcorn it would be a fun movie to watch. I'm just saying."

"Honestly, a million dollars would make my life so much better."

"What would you spend the money on?"

"I want to study fashion design. Just don't have the time or money. Back home, I have to juggle two jobs that barely keep me afloat."

That has to be THE most relatable Young Adult experience ever.

I hate that I have a privilege from my parents to go to a college I don't even like.

Add that to the list...

'Ellie: College Finance'

"*Ellie clicks the check*

*Spawns an ad on USAA*

OH NO! THEY LIED!!!

Ellie's real fear is her finances XD"

I PREDICTED THIS LAST EPISODE AND I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE IT

"Dear lord up above, why must you forsaken me on a canoe with this wretched child?!"

THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING!!

Stop hating Dan, me. He didn't do anything.

And two seconds later I laugh at his expense 😂

"It's not the first time I've done this."

"Back in my day we had to canoe rapids just to get to school!"

"Back in grade school-"

Oh my god and she took my joke.

"The objective of the game is to knock your opponent into the lake."

*shoves Dan in the lake*

"Hey you guys talk about this Golden voice lately, I think she's bullying me. Why you bullying me?"

Do something and don't be sexist.

"First showdown will be Tom vs Alec"

If Tom loses this I'm in firm disbelief.

He has ninja skills.

Why is Jake the only one cheering and supporting his teammate?

This boy is precious. Look at him. He's PRECIOUS.

"Next showdown: Grett vs Ellie"

Sorry Ellie. I do like you, I swear.

THAT WAS A ONE SHOT. GEEZ.

"Golden told me to SLAY. So I slayed!" 💅

"Next up: Gabby vs Lill"

Gabby for the win?

Oh she's GOING THERE

"You forgot: Golden gave ME slay pass too!!"

Aw, she lost.

I guess that makes sense though cause it would be too easy.

"Hey that's not fair! She used Gabby's duel stick!"

"Eh it looked painful though so I'll allow it."

Chris McLean taught you well.

"Next showdown: Dan vs Ashley"

Kick his ass, Ashley.

GREAT. XD

OMG are you kidding me?! XD

"We too are aware of Golden's presence! So we decided to entertain her with pinning the best boys against each other!"

"Sorry Golden, but here in Disventure Camp, THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE BEST BOY."

OH GOD HE'S PISSED

NUT SHOT

I REPEAT. WE HAVE A NUT SHOT.

"Jake scores! The Teal Team win Immunity and reward!"

Welp, guess that's that. The show has decided.

Unless Nick stays, which is pretty likely, so.

FOR NOW, Jake has my crown as best boy. We stan a guy who has no shame in denying another guy the right to have kids.

"See that's my own personal true personality reveal Golden! I'm an asshole too, just like Grett! Don't you love me?!"

Yes. Yes I do.

"Listen Nick, can we talk?"

Yes. Please talk. Please work things out.

"I think I've heard enough this morning to decide who I'm voting for."

"You don't have to behave like that, Nick!"

Why is Ashley the most reasonable character on this team?!

TELL HIM OFF.

"At least give Lill a chance!"

"I've already made my decision. Cheers."

Now I have even less regrets siding with Jake over you.

"I think we should vote together and take control of the team."

And here's where Alec and Ellie become swing votes.

Ellie's just the outlier here. "Um... I didn't ask to be a part of the villains team, why am I put on it? I didn't do anything wrong!"

I didn't put you there, Ellie. That was not me this time.

"I feel like I can be myself around them."

Ellie meanwhile, "WHERE'S THE EXIT?! SAVE MEEEEEE"

"Lill, it genuinely frightens me that you handle kids."

Just shut up.

"If I had a kid, I wouldn't let em anywhere near you."

"And I never will because SOMEONE busted my balls today!"

Ashley, once again, being the most reasonable one here.

'LILL'

Yeah, yeah, we know.

'FIORE'

'NICK'

O_O

OH. GOD.

'NICK'

I-

I FEEL LIKE THIS WAS MY FAULT.

I SHOULD NOT HAVE PUT HIM IN THE HEADING.

I CAUSED THIS.

"Because you're one of the worst in the challenges. Also, I can't stand you."

Wow. It really was that petty.

Tom, what ninja shit are you doing this time?

Pfft. He's a bad spy.

"Uh, I am standing right here and can see you!"

Alright, that was Episode 4...

Damn. I shouldn't have put Nick in the heading. I cursed him and caused his elimination.

I thought they were setting up a lot of character development for him cause I felt like he had an interesting story with his parents and wanting to prove himself...

But no. He did absolutely none of that and continued to be a spoiled lazy entitled snob up till his elimination.

And like... sure? If you need early boots?

Why couldn't it be Dan? Smh

This episode took what I said last episode and said "UH UH. You can only have one best boy as your choice. That's the rule." And forced them to fight for that position.

But if we had to choose between the two, I can't argue with Jake.

Idk who the favorites/hated characters are, and I feel like I have bad taste. One's an actual bitch and very open about it. But you know what? Gabby and Jake are sweethearts who deserve to be stanned.

Gabby is fun. She's full of personality. People are outcasting her for no reason and it's sad. I want Gabby to use her slay pass and revolt. Girl has done nothing wrong in her entire life.

And Jake? Come on. He's precious. He's a sweetheart. Look at him. And he takes no shit apparently. Man has done nothing wrong in his entire life.

I feel like Lilly's going next just cause she knows too much. But if that leaves Ashley alone to be the saving grace of the team till the merge I can't argue. I like her quite a bit.

I also like that Ellie and Alec are doing stuff now. Oh how the tables have turned.

They both have motives that are quite empathetic. It's so nice.

Why you working with the demon child though?

"I didn't ask to be put in hell with her Golden! I just wanted to make fashion! LET ME OUT!!!"

#SaveEllie

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fishiecomics · 3 months ago

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Beastober Day 6: Devil

Another short story under cut

Prompt list Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 5

“Damn, that’s rough.”

Fishie’s consciousness came back to them in a flash, a rough voice filling her ears and the surrounding area engulfing her vision. Or what she assumed was the area. All she could see was nothing. A vast expanding void with no top or bottom. She looked down to see if her feet were touching the floor and was met with nothing. Not just no floor, but no feet, no legs, no torso. Nothing.

Panic started to set in. She didn’t understand what was going on. What happened to her? Where did her body go? Where was she?

“Whoa whoa, calm down there.” She heard that voice again. She looked around, desperately trying to find the source, but was met, again, by nothing.

“Oh, right. One second.”

Suddenly, a form started to shape in front of her. Her brain could hardly keep up with the way it morphed itself into something… something familiar. The creature shook themselves out like a dog that just came out of the shower, it’s fur fluffing out a bit before settling against the rest of their body.

“Ah, that’s better.” The hog creature sighed, stretching their arms out with a loud cracking sound coming from their back.

“Babayop?” The hog scratched their chin.

“I mean, technically yes. Depending on the place, I could be El Ceruto, Butamono, Schweinetier, The Hog. Love The Hog, nice and simple, really gets the point across.” Fishie just stared blankly at the hog as they rambled, overwhelmed by the situation at hand.

“Ack. Anyway, just call me Deemgo.”

“Okay. Deemgo. Uh, can I know what’s going on?”

“Welp. You died.” Deemgo stated matter-of-factly.

“O-Oh.” She stuttered. She should have probably guessed that. The last thing could remember was the pyre and it didn’t really make sense for her to have escaped it. If she still had limbs, she’d probably be feeling the burns from the flames or the ache in her lungs from inhaling all that smoke.

“You don’t seem that shocked about it.” Fishie scoffed.

“Did you see what happened? Did you see anything leading up to it? It was only a matter of time until they finally ended me. I…” She stopped suddenly, the gravity of her death starting to settle in.

“I didn’t… I tried, you know? I didn’t want much, I was fine with just keeping to myself and living out my days with my friends in my cave.” She hoped they’d be okay, they were all animals so she assumed they’d be able to find their own food, but the thought of not seeing them again made her non-existent heart ache.

“And, you know, seeing Perlah everyone in a while. I was okay with that. I know Perlah wanted more for me. But it was stupid think I was ever gonna do anything but suffer. Stupid to think I was ever gonna get that wish.”

“And that wish would be?” The hog tilted their head, curious.

“Why do you care? Not like you did much as my “God.”” She hoped Deemgo could hear the air quotes around god.

“Okay, first, gross. Don’t call me God. You think a god comes with a set of these?” She pointed to the horns on her head.

“I don’t know, how many gods do you think I’ve met?” Deemgo shrugged.

“Fair enough. Still, back to the point. Say I could do some wish granting. What would you want?”

Fishie didn’t answer for a moment, thinking back on Perlah’s final words to her. It was same message that her parents left behind before her. But only now did she really know what they meant.

“I want to live.”

She could see Deemgo about to say something and quickly cut her off.

“And I don’t mean just be alive, I mean, like. I want to actually live a life, not just try to scrape by and hide in the cracks of people’s walls. I want to meet people, make friends, have fights, fall in love, you know? I don’t want to just survive. I want to live.”

Fishie felt out of breath somehow, suddenly getting embarrassed.

“Ah, sorry for trauma dumping.”

“I literally asked.” Despite this, Fishie still felt the urge to cover her face with her non-existent hands. Deemgo sighed.

“Listen, I can’t just ‘bring out back to life’ with how things ended for you. Your soul’s mine now. But I can probably set you up with something if you want to make a deal.”

“I’m listening.” Deemgo smiled.

#beastober #beastlife #fishiecomics #writing #deemgo

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willingcannibalvictim · 9 months ago

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BABY’S FIRST FIC ON TUMBLR :D

Welp here we go

[ao3 link]

Private Donut may or may not be made out of food (but there’s only one way to find out)

TW: Vore (duh), accidental fearplay, and accidental foodplay (??)

Caboose and Donut were sat in the Blue base. Due to Donut’s lack of intelligence, he had recently been captured and taken prisoner by the Blues, having Caboose to watch over him.

“Church told me I have to watch over you to make sure you don’t run away.”

“Yeah. That’s kinda how prisoners work.”

“Oh.”

Donut continued to braid Caboose’s hair, which was longer than his, making it more braid-able. Sure, it was still short, but Donut made sure to not pull too hard on the Blue Team Member’s scalp.

“You know. I guess this is what you’d call the calm before the storm?”

“I call it nap time. And before that is food time! And after that is…” Caboose paused for dramatic effect.. “Food-Naptime!!”

Caboose’s started salivating as he recalled the routine, his face lightening into a smile. It made Donut smile too, finishing off the small braid in his hair.

“Speaking of food time, I’m getting hungry. But Tucker told me I couldn’t leave. You could run away.”

“I know. I probably would haha.”

Caboose turned his head a bit to glance back at Donut, his pupils dilating larger and small bit of drool dripping from his mouth. “Private Donut…that sounds like private biscuit.” He muttered, pondering something.

Donut was confused by who he considered a friend after this interaction’s stare. It was blank and wide like a shark who caught a wiff of blood. “Why are you looking at me like that?” He said, his voice slightly shivering.

Caboose turned his body a bit more to face the private in pink armor, still sitting criss-cross apple sauce, but his knees had stopped their swinging. He repeated the statement quietly. “sounds like private biscuit…”

Donut slowly started to back away a bit more before his back hit the wall, leaving him unable to scramble away from the hungry maws that inched closer to him, soon standing over his body. A small droplet of drool fell onto his head, which he quickly wiped away with a dissatisfied “ew.” When he looked back, he felt a tight grip clamp down onto his head. The wet muscle beneath him licked him all over, relishing in the taste of his flesh.

The private furiously kicked his legs around as his body was further and further down the Blue Team’s Private’s gullet. The wet, pinkish-red flesh encased him on all sides, coating him in saliva and other fluids. His feet were still dangling outside of Caboose’s mouth, but were quickly pushed into with his teeth coming down with a satisfied click. Donut slid down deeper and deeper until the wet slip finally stopped.

The chamber felt a bit more roomy, sure, but still extremely compact. The churning stomach walls hugged him on all sides. It was like his eyes were closed based on how dark it was. He let out a dissatisfied kick of retaliation, displaying his urge to be let out. He heard a slightly muffled “OW!” from the outside. Despite his frustration, he couldn’t help but feel a bit…betrayed. A person he thought he’d been bonding with reduced him to nothing more than a snack. Just to satiate his hunger? He didn’t cry, he didn’t pout. He just…sat.

A couple of swallows later, Caboose rested his body onto the back wall, breathing heavily due to the large meal just taken in. He ran a hand over his stomach bulge, being able to actively feel Donut’s restless squirming, then a violent and agitated kick.

“OW!!” He yelped. Even after the impact, he still felt the sting flutter through his nerves afterwards. Still, his goal had been complete, his hunger satiated. But the private didn’t really taste like how his name described…weird, Caboose thought.

Finally, the squirming stopped, leaving his body still for once. The feeling of the profound weight that dragged him down was soft and comforting. Rather ironic, in a sense. The elastic polymer fibers underneath his titanium armor strained to comply with his form. His eyes became more hazy and his mind became more tired, wishing for him to fall into slumber, something Donut would despise if it found out occurred. But, Caboose didn’t mind this, knocking out with his head tipped back against the wall almost immediately.

#felix writes stuff #soft vore #safe vore #extreme cuddling #v0re #sfw vore #same size vore #red vores blue #swwh #nonsexual vore #no beta we die like church #this is such a cringe fic grrr #it’s ok i guess #trying to improve on vore writing #i love these two together #:3

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locksnek · 9 months ago

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Yeah guess what, I'm going to ramble about that huge mistake I made by deleting my AO3 that one time. It's not the first time, and I regret to say it probably won't be the last. Believe me, I'd rather be thinking about other things, but I only just recently started feeling bad about this despite the time elapsed. I'm trying to process this still, as it's caused me legitimate grief to realize I destroyed something precious to me. CW: reference to self harm.

It took me a year and a half and more to really feel what I'd done. It was like I'd killed something and was numb about it, and only had an attack of conscience well after the fact. I keep looking back on it and trying to remember what I was thinking. Why I didn't stop myself. I'd stopped myself before, more than once, by keysmashing, copy-pasting that into the change password box, and not resetting my PW until my stuff was safe from my self-destructive-urges.

And I suppose that's the simple truth, I was not in my right mind when I did it. That's why I don't remember doing it, only posting in a blase manner that, welp, I'd gone and done it. I would never conceive of it, had I not been too emotionally fucked up to think clearly.

I was not thinking "gee, maybe someday I'll want to look back on one of the best times of my life, one of the times I felt most seen and had the most fun. Maybe I'll want to look back chronologically and see my works nestled in with those of my friends. Maybe I'll want to keep accruing kudos and comments so that my works are more likely to appear if people sort by kudos. Maybe I should take a break for a month or a year and see how I feel about it later. Maybe, just maybe, I shouldn't delete this archive of a precious moment in my history." Had I been thinking even one of those things, even a bit, would i have done it? Of course not.

I was in a bad place before TDC came along and I rushed headlong into the fandom. It was one of the best, most fun, most creatively fruitful times of my life. I've compared what I did to my own work to self harm before, but I saw today that the analogy runs deeper than even I realized. When I did this thing in I think like early-mid 2022, I was butthurt that my work wasn't getting attention and the servers weren't as busy, and I took it real personal and internalized it when really it was just the reality of a declining fandom. I lacked the presence of mind to see that, because I was reacting from my lizard brain, reacting like I've always done when I feel rejected/abandoned/as though I've lost something precious, and that was to hurt myself. Since I no longer do that physically, I did it in a different way instead, and hand to god I wish I would have done something physical instead of deleting that thing (not trying to glamorize it at all, that's just the extent to which I feel hurt myself by torching my archive).

Museum studies was one of my academic foci. I know how important it is to preserve history, and I deleted my own. I honestly cry about it almost every day now, even as I'm trying to do right by myself and slowly rebuild it. I don't see a way to forgiving myself for this. Well, I mean, like I've implied, it's recognizing that I wasn't in a sane state of mind, and that I would never have hurt myself and people who enjoyed my works if I had been. But I'm not there yet. [Reactions to this would be helpful, I know it's hard to engage with someone who's being so relentlessly glum about a subject, but even liking a post helps feel like I'm not yelling into the void. <3]

#locksnek's ramblings #cw self harm #when will lock forgive themself about that thing they did a long time ago

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sillyguy99 · 9 months ago

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* don't look now, but i lost my shoe.

(Undertale Sans x Reader)

Chapter Four: * that made them so violent?

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"I am not burdening you with my case until you relax for a moment, ma’am," Papyrus insists, narrowing his gaze at you. "You look sickly, if I am going to be honest. Have you had time to rest recently?"

You stare at yourself through your phone's screen, sighing when you see darker circles under your eyes, a greenish tint to your skin, and dry lips. You’ve had to wear your buttons all the way up today, the marks Jessie left on your neck this morning still visible to the naked eye. While it was fortunate Frisk intervened yesterday, you couldn't exactly save yourself from his grasp this morning. You allowed him to leave marks on you to declare what happened yesterday was now behind you – that you were still his.

"Thank you, but..." You trail off, incapable of finding an excuse right away.

Papyrus notices your reluctance, urging him to frown and intervene by placing a basket down on the dining table and offering a snack to eat.

“I…"

"Are you the person my brother met at Grillby's?"

Caught unprepared by his question, you stay still and nod, facing the floor.

"Did he… tell you what happened?"

"No," he replies, shaking his head once. "He said it is purely confidential. And I respect his reasons, as it seems this might be too personal." He offers you something to drink next, placing a cup down and filling it with your preferred choice to the brim. "He did tell me you looked quite… tired, however. He was afraid you would not make it home safely, if he left you alone."

"Ah…" you mutter, hesitating. "I- I wasn't planning to do anything wild, though! I have Frisk to look after."

"What do you mean by 'wild', ma'am? Were you just not fit for driving?"

Trapped by your own words, you realize Papyrus might be less informed about that type of situation than you believe. A text notification interrupts your conversation with the monster, so you excuse yourself while he goes off to tend to the kitchen. Then, you look towards your phone to see three unread messages from the same person you've been thinking of.

hey.

before i say anythin' else…

is it alright if i keep textin' ya?

Of course.

Why wouldn't you?

'fraid you'd think i'd be hittin' on you again.

Oh God.

Did my husband tell you anything?

heh.

somethin' like that.

how'd you know?

He… thought we were flirting, as you said.

welp.

ya don't need to answer this, but-

-did he look through your phone?

askin' 'cuz he called me personally with his own phone number.

Something like that.

you ok?

is he the one you were gettin' drunk for?

I can't answer that.

Sorry.

Thanks again for listening to me back there, but…

It was a mistake.

Not in meeting you, but in having been so careless.

I'm a married mother, and I'm supposed to act like one.

It doesn't say good of me if I…

Well…

don't force yourself.

ya don't have to explain everything all at once.

'cuz it ain't like we've known each other for long.

take it slow.

Thank you.

I'm sorry he confronted you like this.

Did he say anything? Insulted you in any way?

if i tell ya, you'll just apologize for him.

I won't.

So please tell me if he did.

aight.

so…

for starters,

he said i was a bony bastard.

What.

How'd he know you're a skeleton?

he looked me up on overnet.

said he didn't know what you'd seen in me to, uh…

wanna 'jump my bones' so badly.

Dammit.

I'm sorry.

yer apologizin'.

…Sorry you went through that?

heh.

good save.

downright bone-fide.

Thank you.

Guess I'm bone with it.

nice.

ttyl.

Talk to you later, sir.

back with the 'sir', huh?

damn.

thought i'd passed by that line already.

Gotta get down to business.

I've still got my job to do.

good luck, buddy.

"You seem a bit better now, ma'am," Papyrus comments, pulling you back to reality. "Did something good happen?"

You set your phone down and sigh, a frown showing when you notice you've left Papyrus waiting more than you would want to.

He doesn't appear troubled by it, though, a pair of mittens and a tray letting you know he'd gone to fetch some more food while you were texting.

"Have something more to eat," he offers, bringing the tray closer to you. "You still look faint. Have you been eating well? Pastries are not exactly my fort, but these are Muffet's. I heated them up for you!"

Thanking him, you grab a muffin from the bunch, a bit off-put by the spider topping – how realistic it looks urging you to pick it up and set it aside. Flavour blossoms in your mouth when you take the first bite, the warmth enriching its taste by double. The monster smiles when you do, offering you a different pastry as soon as you're done with that one.

"Thank you, but I'm fine, sir. We should get back to your case."

"If you insist, I will give you some of my files for you to handle at home and work at your own pace, but you should still bring some food with you. I would not forgive myself if I saw you in the same condition next week."

"I'm really fine,” you state, widening your smile. “My job requires a strict diet. It's... It's to keep me in good shape."

"Sickly is not a 'good' shape! You should search for a doctor, if your condition gets any worse."

Suspicions at Papyrus feigning his innocence begin to fade when you stare deep into him. How he smiles at you without faltering makes you confident about him being one of your easier cases to deal with. He's already prepared a paper bag full of pastries, and he tops it all off by refilling your drink.

"Even if you do not see me as a friend yet, I feel responsible for your well-being just as much as you are for mine. If you are here for my benefit, I should be there for you also!"

"It's my job, sir."

"I remain firm in my choice!"

Disbelief makes you shake your head, and you promptly slip a pen from your shirt's pocket along with a small notebook, slipping past a few names until reaching his

“Alright. Should we continue with your case, then? I promise I'll eat one more pastry before I leave, if we do."

"Certainly. We have ourselves a deal, ma'am!"

• • • • •

"You're no good," you hear Jessie say, heart racing at the sound of the bed creaking and a pair of footsteps stomp around. "Maybe you look like her, but you're not her. She knows me better than you."

You hear him groan as a full thud sounds next.

He mutters a series of insults and curses, though the other person interrupts him with actual words.

"You didn't tell me you were married? I thought this was a one-night stand!"

"And it is. I'm bored of you already."

Another thud.

"Well, I’m glad you are.”

You're quick to hide when you hear footsteps approaching the door, finding the nearest place to see the woman Jessie claims to look like you. She arrives like a storm, a mirror-image of you in skin colour, body type, clothing style, and facial features. What keeps you separate are minor details easy to overlook at a first glance.

As soon as the woman leaves, you feel arms wrap themselves around your waist.

Jessie's scent reaches your nose.

He places his lips on the back of your neck, using his teeth to nip at your skin.

"You- You have the balls to do this, even after I heard all that?!"

Your words are like an explosion, actions the same.

You snap out of his hold and meet face-to-face with him, a glare refusing to fall off your face.

"We had a deal! I've slept with you twice already, ev- even though the week's barely started, and yet you still go off and find yourself a one-night stand?!”

"Whoa there," he intervenes, chuckling. "Calm down, Judy Hopps. You might just hurt my feelings."

"Your feelings? What about mi-"

This time, the thud is loud and clear, and it's not directed at the other woman.

You're faced with a panting Jessie, gaze lost in fury as he reaches for your throat, holding it tight.

"Did you forget who keeps this house standing, or do you need a reminder?”

"Now's not the time to bring that stuff up. It's my turn to ask what the fuck you're doing."

He's on the floor seconds after you say that.

You keep him in a rough arm lock, pressing his cheek against the floor.

"You wouldn't dare try anything else, would you?” he taunts, smugness in his tone. “Domestic abuse is easier to track more than cheating. Don't you think so? You could go run off and yap aaalll about what happened here, but I'll be the one with the marks, Hopps.” He stops to huff. “Figured someone like you would know better, though you still have a chance to back off.”

You remain in place, firm in your choice.

He's kept pressed to the ground, yet your hold falters the longer you stare at him.

"You've got everything to lose, honey. A traitor, a negligent mother, and a power-abusive detective. Add in those texts you get from that boney dude, and you'd be labeled as the one who cheated first."

"I never did anything with him, and you know it."

"Really?" He squirms under your hold, making you let go to allow him some space and pick up some crumpled papers from his pocket. "I'd say these pictures tell a different story."

He grins while you snatch the pictures off his grasp, unveiling them to see wrinkled, grainy captures of your drunken night at Grillby's, displaying the worst timing possible for each of all four pictures. In the first one, Sans has his hands placed on your shoulders, keeping you steady while you rest your face against his neck. It's clear by the distance he keeps between you it's not an affair by any means, although its poor quality is enough to create second opinions. The next picture displays him placing a jacket over your shoulders. The third and fourth ones are you getting off his brother's convertible with him, and of you heading towards his home, walking side-by-side with him.

"Does he do it better than me? You were never desperate enough to come over to my place for that kinda stuff. Does his magic swoon you over or something?"

"Y- You know he only helped me get home safe," you insist, voice strained with how much it raises. “I can tell by that look on your face.”

"Did he, really? I bet you've been screwing every monster you've got as a client.”

And with that, you let him go.

He stands up, brushes himself clean, and walks off to the exit.

“I'll be waiting for your apology,” he says, as the door closes. “You have until tonight. Make it count.”

There's the sound of him starting the car, then him driving off.

Peace – though momentary – allows the hard strain in your chest to fade with a soft breath.

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#sans x reader #reader insert #undertale fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #weezer reference #female reader #chubby reader #detective reader #long fic #weekly updates #undertale x reader #sans undertale #classic sans #angst and fluff #slow burn

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mariana-oconnor · 2 years ago

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The Cardboard Box pt 1

An uninspiring title, but apparently it's controversial? All my brain is thinking (I am still le tired) is 'Big fish, little fish, cardboard box' over and over again.

If you don't get that reference, that's probably for the best. the early noughties were weird.

Anyway. I hereby do swear that this time I shall read the text more carefully and all my claims, accusations and harebrained ideas will be based in textual evidence and not mere vibes alone. One cannot thrive on vibes alone!

I'm going to try anyway. I may still dislike characters on principle, though.

He did however take a particular fancy to some of the paragraphs at the beginning of the tale and urged me adapt them for later revisions of my story ‘The Resident Patient’, which I sent to you in January.

OK, so is this going to be an AU version of The Resident Patient? Because I feel like that gives me a head start on the guessing.

I did a side by side of the two and overall it seems pretty much the same, except we're now in August and it's blazing hot. I shudder to think how Watson would have described August in the UK last year. Then we have the discussion about Holmes reading Watson's mind body language. Until we get to the first significant difference:

"Have you observed in the paper a short paragraph referring to the remarkable contents of a packet sent through the post to Miss Cushing, of Cross Street, Croydon?” "No, I saw nothing."

Aha, the titular cardboard box, one wonders?

Watson is really falling behind in his paper reading duties. Holmes is doing all the legwork here. Honestly. You just can't get a good chronicler these days! But he's still making Watson read it aloud.

Holmes does like hearing things read aloud. He'd be all over audiobooks, but he's got Watson for that so it's all good.

I picked up the paper which he had thrown back to me and read the paragraph indicated. It was headed, “A Gruesome Packet.”

Ooooh, I think I might remember a bit of this one. I might remember what's in the box, anyway.

Sorry, that was my contractual obligation.

“Miss Susan Cushing, living at Cross Street, Croydon, has been made the victim of what must be regarded as a peculiarly revolting practical joke unless some more sinister meaning should prove to be attached to the incident."

If it's what I think it is then practical jokes were significantly more aggressive in the Victorian Era. I don't think even TikTok has graduated to this level. We're getting a pretty weird look at the 1800s English sense of humour: beating other children with sticks and... this.

"A cardboard box was inside, which was filled with coarse salt."

Everyone needs some seasoning on their... "two human ears [...] quite freshly severed".

Okay, poor taste, poor taste. I know it's there for preservation. Also weirdly I thought it was going to be fingers. Don't know why I thought that. But yes, this is quite the jape, my friend. I just cut off some human ears and sent them to you.

How is this a practical joke? These are genuine freshly cut ears. Even if they're from a cadaver, that's theft and criminal damage at the very least. Isn't it? And I thought they were particularly strict on stuff like that in the 1800s. We're a little late for the Resurrection Man and Burke and Hare, but they did not like people messing around with corpses.

Okay, research research: 'The Anatomy Act of 1832 made it legal for corpses from workhouses that remained unclaimed after forty-eight hours to be used to satisfy the demands of the anatomists.'

Welp, I guess it was okay to do anything to corpses if they were the corpses of poor people with no friends or family (or at least no friends/family who could afford to claim them).

I mean, on one hand it stopped people from being murdered and science needed bodies to learn how bodies work better (good lord did we need to learn how bodies work better) but on the other hand, this does make me uncomfortable. Workhouse in life, still put to work in death. Also, from a purely scientific viewpoint, your sample is biased. You need some rich people bodies in there, too.

"There is no indication as to the sender, and the matter is the more mysterious as Miss Cushing, who is a maiden lady of fifty, has led a most retired life, and has so few acquaintances or correspondents that it is a rare event for her to receive anything through the post."

So, either she's secretly running an underground crime ring. Or the ears were meant for someone else with the name S. Cushing.

"...she let apartments in her house to three young medical students..."

Oh, yeah, fine. All makes sense now. Medical students are fucking feral. I have met literally one in my life who I would have been comfortable to have as a doctor, and I think he was just really good at hiding it. Guy once got 'kidnapped' by an entire female hockey team and ended up in an entirely different city. Another one I know just kept a dead squirrel in the shared freezer so he could do dissection practice on it.

I'd put the Dead Dove, Do Not Eat gif, but he didn't even label the fucker.

"...their noisy and irregular habits..."

Medical students... yeah.

"In the meantime, the matter is being actively investigated, Mr. Lestrade, one of the very smartest of our detective officers, being in charge of the case.”

Oh hai, Lestrade!

At least the police are putting an actual detective on the case and not just saying 'oh it's a silly prank' and ignoring the transportation of human body parts. Was it illegal to send human remains by the royal mail at that time?

“I think that this case is very much in your line. We have every hope of clearing the matter up, but we find a little difficulty in getting anything to work upon."

'We're totally going to do this, we just don't have... any idea how. But we totally could!'

"The box is a half-pound box of honeydew tobacco and does not help us in any way."

Did somebody say... TOBACCO?

A specialist subject has entered the chat.

If Holmes doesn't use his extensive and very detailed knowledge of tobacco to help solve this case, I will be v. disappoint.

Lestrade, as wiry, as dapper, and as ferret-like as ever...

Watson is contractually obliged to remind you that Lestrade looks like a ferret every time he appears. His publisher insists on it.

I'm informed that an antimacassar is an arm cover for an armchair or sofa. My Nana used to have them. They had tassels and I'd get told off for plaiting the threads in the tassels together. Good times.

“Why in my presence, sir?” “In case he wished to ask any questions.” “What is the use of asking me questions when I tell you I know nothing whatever about it?”

Miss Cushing has very strong Done With This energy and I am here for it. Those are not her ears. She has perfectly good ones thank you very much, and she does not need any more. Why are you still bothering her?

“Quite so, madam,” said Holmes in his soothing way. “I have no doubt that you have been annoyed more than enough already over this business.”

Holmes once again showing that he does have emotional intelligence no matter what people might think.

“The importance lies in the fact that the knot is left intact, and that this knot is of a peculiar character.”

Oh, not the tobacco knowledge, but the knot knowledge. I see 'peculiar' and 'knot' in the same sentence and I immediately think 'sailing'.

Address printed in rather straggling characters: ‘Miss S. Cushing, Cross Street, Croydon.’ Done with a broad-pointed pen, probably a J, and with very inferior ink. The word ‘Croydon’ has been originally spelled with an ‘i’, which has been changed to ‘y’.

Our sender has poor handwriting and poor spelling, then. The 'wrong person' theory is growing stronger. The likelihood that Miss Cushing is a criminal mastermind diminshes. Shame.

He took out the two ears as he spoke, and laying a board across his knee he examined them minutely.

Is he wearing gloves? Please tell me he's wearing gloves.

“Bodies in the dissecting-rooms are injected with preservative fluid. These ears bear no signs of this. They are fresh, too. They have been cut off with a blunt instrument, which would hardly happen if a student had done it."

This feels like something the police should already have noticed. If the questions are 'Where did these ears come from? Has a crime been committed?' you would think someone would have considered whether they were from a preserved corpse or someone fresh. I know that policing has changed a lot since then and forensic medicine wasn't really a thing, but clearly they suspected foul play was a possibility, because Lestrade called for Holmes.

"We know that this woman has led a most quiet and respectable life at Penge and here for the last twenty years. She has hardly been away from her home for a day during that time."

Oh, Lestrade. The things you can do without leaving your home. She might have anyone buried under the floorboards. She might have been sending blackmail letters to her neighbours. She might have been doing any number of things. I still think the wrong person got the parcel, but saying that she's just too respectable for this is very optimistic of you.

I do agree that if she knew what the ears were about, she probably wouldn't have told anyone about them. Unless she's in such a secure position that she doesn't think anyone would ever trace anything back to her. In most situations, it wouldn't be the best move.

"One of these ears is a woman's, small, finely formed, and pierced for an earring."

Did no men wear earrings in Victorian times? Admittedly, probably not 'respectable' men, but the knot's already pointing me at sailor (as is the tarring on the string, tbh) and it used to be a thing that tattoos were mostly a sailor thing over here, and piercing is a similar kind of body art. So a woman or a sailor with small ears.

omg. pirates.

"The other is a man's, sun-burned, discoloured, and also pierced for an earring."

Oh, okay, so the earring wasn't the thing. Doesn't prevent the first ear from belonging to a small pirate, though. Sunburned also makes me think sailors. They have to be outside a lot with no shade. Sunburn on your ears is the worst. They have my sincere sympathy.

Also, y'know, cause they got their ear cut off - with a blunt blade, which... eesh.

"These two people are presumably dead, or we should have heard their story before now."

I mean, they could have been kidnapped and this could be proof of life. These days if you get an unsolicited body part in the real life mail the mind does go to kidnapping. Maybe that originates here - but they have no way of knowing whether the ear was detached ante or post mortem at this point, do they? So it's more proof of having, rather than proof of life. And I don't think I'd recognise my friends or family by their ears, so it's not even really that. If the earrings had been attached then I might recognise them.

Yeah... s'weird. But it doesn't necessarily mean they're dead. Although... Victorian hygiene and understanding of germ theory.

...

Yeah, they've got sepsis. They're dead.

Question spiral! Holmes just asking himself question after question is very relatable. And bringing up all relevant points about how if Miss Cushing knows what's going on, taking the ears to the police but telling them nothing is the weirdest possible response.

I'm assuming that the subject of this email is wrong, because if this is part 1 of 1, there is no conclusion to this story and so without further evidence, I am forced to believe that one large pirate and one small pirate, genders unknown, are currently dead/dying of sepsis and the true recipient of these ears, M. S Cushing (any or all letters interchangeable) has heard nothing of their fate. Although, given it was in the newspaper, they probably have heard about it by now. So maybe they don't need the ears.

No idea why the ears were sent though. Proof of a hit? Proof of life? Just a creepy serial killer who likes to send the ears of their past victim to their next victim? Probably not that one, seems a bit Criminal Minds for a Sherlock Holmes story, but you never know.

#Letters from Watson #Sherlock Holmes #The Cardboard Box #Modern Sherlock this is a live unboxing video gone wrong #long post

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sunnys567 · 2 years ago

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Friends in Strange Places Ch. 4 Pt 1

What if Vlad was good instead of evil? Link to chapter 1:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39040329/chapters/97656390

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"...And these ghost candies have been in your pocket for how long?" Sam asked.

"Well, I got them in Colorado..."

"So, for about two weeks." Tucker raised an eyebrow. Him and Sam were looking at the green candies in Danny's hand like they were dead bugs.

"They seem fine to me." Danny shrugged. He decided Sam and Tucker didn't need to know that they'd probably been through the wash at least twice.

"Danny they're glowing."

"And you got them from a ghost, dude."

"Her name was Bernie, and she was very nice. C'mon, aren't you guys at least a little curious?"

"This seems like a bad idea," Tucker said, taking a candy "But I'll admit I am."

"Welp, we might as well all die together." Sam shrugged, taking a candy herself.

The three of them unwrapped the candies and popped them into their mouth.

Sam and Tucker immediately began spluttering and spit their candies out.

"That was the worst thing I've ever tasted!" Sam said.

"Agreed." Tucker nodded. "And the bar for stuff I'll eat is real low."

"How was it bitter and sour at the same time?"

"Maybe you guys are tasting the ectoplasm." Danny said. "I guess they are ghost candies."

"Danny, how are you eating that?" Sam gaped.

"Dude, those things taste like they hate you."

"It tastes kinda sweet." Danny shrugged. "It's not really a specific flavour, but it tastes like something I can't really describe. Kind of reminds me of Amity Park Park on a sunny day?"

"Ectoplasm tastes sweet to you?" Tucker asked, his face a mix of intrigue and disgust.

"Huh? Oh no, I think I just started noticing the taste of ectoplasm less when I became half-ghost."

"Danny." Sam put her hands together. "Why do you know what ectoplasm tastes like before and after the accident."

"I get blasted in the face with ecto-based attacks on a regular basis. Some of it ends up in my mouth." Danny raised his hands defensively.

"And before?" Tucker asked.

"Sometimes you're seven, and you dare your sister to eat some, but she'll only do it if you do too. Or you're three, and it a bright colour, and three-year-olds like putting bright colours in their mouth, or..." Danny trailed off when he noticed Tucker and Sam's horrified expressions. "Look, I was raised by two ghost hunters. It happens."

"How are you not dead?" Sam asked.

"I probably should be dead for, like, twenty different reasons, but eating ectoplasm isn't one of them. It's not poisonous, turns out."

"On that note," Tucker stood up "I have to go home and eat literally anything that isn't ectoplasm."

"What time is it?" Sam checked her watch. "5:47? Already? Jeez, it's almost my supper time too."

"Aw, why do you guys eat so early?" Danny winded as he followed them out of his room and down the stairs.

"Danny, most people have supper before 8:00. You're the weirdo here." Tucker said.

"Okay, first off, we eat before 8:00-"

"7:30's not much better dude."

"And second, I'm not weird!"

"Danny," Sam said, opening the door "You eat ectoplasm."

"You're misconstruing what I said! I do not eat-"

The door shut before Danny could finish his sentence. Danny grumbled to himself before sitting down on the living room couch.

Danny rolled the candy around with his tongue. He still hadn't figured out what the weird flavour was.

Whatever it was, it was bringing up old memories; like going fishing with Dad, Mom taking him to the park, and daring Jazz to eat ectoplasm.

As Danny got lost in his memories, the candy steadily got smaller and smaller. Eventually it disappeared entirely, leaving Danny with a strange empty feeling.

Danny was suddenly filled with the urge to go to the kitchen. His mind had drifted there a lot while he was sucking on the candy.

He hoped someone would be sitting there.

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Sure enough, Dad and Jazz were both sitting at the table. Jazz was writing on a some papers, surrounded by a small pile of books. His dad had gutted some small device and was examining some of the wires.

Danny just stood in the doorframe and watched them for a bit. It was kind of nice how normal the scene looked. Well, Danny supposed most people's parents didn't wear neon jumpsuits at the kitchen table, but it was normal for the Fentons. There was a comfort in their special kind of normal that Danny hadn't really thought about much.

"Danny!" Jack beamed once he'd noticed Danny's arrival. "You're just in time! I need some help with this."

"Oh." Danny immediately tensed. "Um, what exactly is 'this'?"

Danny prepared for his father to tell him in great detail what horrors this new device could potentially afflict on him.

"He's just fixing the toaster." Jazz said. "No dangerous weapons, or anything that's designed to cause any harm to humans or ghosts in any way whatsoever. Theoretically, anyway."

Oh.

Danny felt himself relax again. It would be nice to not tense up every time his parents were working on something new. Especially since, being professional inventors, they were working on something new very often.

It would be a huge relief, a voice in his head said.

Then again, the only way to remedy that situation might cause his parents to start making new things specifically to destroy him, which would not be a huge relief.

"I need you to go to the basement and get me a screwdriver." His dad's voice snapped Danny out of his thoughts. "The one I had earlier is missing."

"Why can't Jazz do it?"

"Because Jazz is working on an important essay on the long term effects of suppression." Jazz turned a page in the book she was reading. "While Danny is standing there not doing anything particularly important right now."

Danny stuck his tongue out at Jazz.

"Love you too little brother." she said, not looking up from her book.

"That's the third misplaced screwdriver this week!" Danny said, turning back to his dad. "How do you keep losing them?"

"I'm not losing them, they're being taken."

"By who?"

"The rats!"

"Why would rats-"

"Ghost rats!"

"Ah, there we go."

"I don't know what those little creeps are up to," Jack narrowed his eyes at some point in the distance "But I just know it's something nefarious!"

"Right, right. I'm going to the lab now."

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Danny grumbled as he dug through piles of tools and machine scraps. This lab was a absolute disaster! His parents could have made an effort to keep things at least semi-organized, but nope! The tables and shelves were filled with piles that all held new surprises every time you looked through them. Some of those surprises bit, too.

Finally, after at least ten minutes of searching (and no biting, luckily), Danny found a pile that contained a screwdriver.

"Ah hah!" he cried, triumphantly thrusting it over his head.

That was when his ghost sense went off.

"Seriously?!"

Danny quickly turned turned towards the portal, transformed, and floated into a battle position.

A familiar bird head popped out of the portal.

"Hey fellas!" He cried "It vorked!"

Two more bird heads popped out beside him.

"Really?" the one with the glasses said.

"Amazing!" the raspy voiced one said "Ve can finally get out of da stupid Ghost Zone!"

The vultures suddenly noticed Danny.

"Ay, ghost kid!" The leader greeted him as the birds entered the lab the rest of the way.

"How on earth did you three get here?"

"Good to see you too kid, tanks for asking."

"Ve've been vorking on finding your portal for months." The raspy-voiced vulture said.

"Oh yeah," Danny had completely forgotten about Vlad saying that he'd try to find a route. "Does that mean Vlad's with you?"

"Sorry kid, he's off on a business trip."

"Oh." That meant Vlad wouldn't even be at his house. That was a shame becasue Danny really wanted to talk about their conversation at the cabin. He still felt bad about that.

"If you see him, do you think you could tell Vlad I'm sorry about what happened at the cabin?"

"Eh, I don't tink you got anything to apologize for." the lead vulture said. "In my opinion, you seem to have done some good for Plasmius. He's finally dragged himself out of the lab and back to terapy like I've been telling him to do for veeks."

"Wait, he's gone back to therapy? What for?"

"For da whole friendship situation." the leader turned to the other two "Not the brightest, dis one, eh?"

"So, has the therapist been helping?" Danny asked, deciding to ignore that comment.

"It's a process." the lead vulture shrugged. "He seems to tink Vlad should stop hiding and just tell his friends vhat's going on. Of course, he doesn't know exactly vhat it is Vlad's hiding, but Vlad seems to think that he's talking sense."

"Wait, you mean Vlad's thinking about telling my parents he's half-ghost?"

"Aie," the vulture with the glasses frowned "You probably shouldn't have mentioned dat. You know Vlad's still figuring things out."

"Eh, da kid vas going to find out anyvay."

"Danny!" his father called down from the top of the stairs. "Did you find that screwdriver, son?"

"Sounds like dat's our cue." the lead vulture said as the three of them turned towards the portal. "Don't forget to change before you go up, yea?"

With that the birds flew back into the portal and Danny was left alone in the lab.

Vlad was going to tell them.

Danny stood there staring at the portal. After a few seconds, a wave of anger rose up in Danny.

For twenty years, Vlad had been too much of a coward to even speak to his parents, and now he was just going to risk it all and tell them everything?

Vlad had spent his time as a ghost hidden safely away in his stupid mansion. Danny was the one who'd risked his neck living under the roof of ghost hunters every day. What right did Vlad have to put them at risk like that? How could he-

"Danny?"

"Yup!" Danny transformed out of his ghost form. "I'm coming Dad!"

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"I found a screwdriver." Danny said as he emerged from the basement. He hoped it wasn't obvious how perturbed he was.

"Excellent!" his father said, taking the screwdriver.

Good, it wasn't obvious. Or maybe his dad just didn't notice.

"When I'm done, this baby'll work better than ever before!"

"Great."

Danny glared at the toaster. For the past few months he'd had to tiptoe around countless of his parent's rogue inventions. Vlad had been to their house one time and decided that was all just too hard, apparently.

"You okay, Danno? You seem kind of off."

Jazz's eyes flicked up from her textbook at Jack's words.

"Oh, I'm fine, I just, uh..." Danny forgot how unreliable his dad's denseness could be. He needed to switch the topic to anything. "What are you doing to the toaster anyway?"

Jazz did something weird with her lips, then went back to reading.

"Well son, your mother was complaining about it not working properly earlier. I'm fixing it up to surprise her. Done!" Jack held up the toaster triumphantly. "Not only is it fixed, but I've implemented our new experimental ecto-based energy generator, so the toaster creates its own power! You don't even need to plug it in anymore! Now we just need to test it out."

Jack slid two sliced of bread into the toaster and pushed the handle down.

"Uh, are you sure that's a good id-"

The toaster began shaking violently.

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"-and that's how I spent my evening fighting an evil toaster." Danny concluded.

Tucker was trying very hard not to choke on his sloppy joe. Sam was barely hiding a grin.

"And how long did it take you to subdue the toaster?" she asked.

"About an hour." Danny grumbled. He didn't think the situation was that funny.

"So it was just you, your dad, and Jazz running around your house for an hour trying to subdue a sentient toaster?" Sam covered her mouth with her hand "Because that is a very entertaining image."

"Pretty much."

Tucker and Sam burst out laughing.

It could've been faster if Dad and Jazz knew about your powers. A voice in Danny's head said. He pushed the thought away.

He'd had thoughts like that ever since the accident but, after Colorado, they were becoming increasingly hard to ignore.

Luckily, Danny's ghost sense going off provided a convenient distraction.

Danny stood up, but a flash of red out the window made him sit back down.

"Huntress on this one?" Sam asked.

"Yup." Danny said.

"You don't have to look so grumpy." Tucker said. "She's kind of doing you a favour."

"No, she's just moving the problem down the line." Danny said. "For some reason she doesn't capture the ghosts she fights, so that just means I have and deal with them later."

"At least they're not bothering you in school." Sam said. "I'm not sure your grades could take that."

"Hey! I'm making mostly A's these days."

"Your last report card was mostly B's, Danny."

"There were some A's on there!"

"You know, it might be worth just trying to talk to her." Tucker said. "Maybe she's friendly."

"And just how many ghost hunters have we met that have been willing to give a ghost a chance?" Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, but it's not like we know that many ghost hunters." Tucker pointed out.

"Even so, I'm with Sam." Danny said. "The odds on 'friendly ghost hunter' are not great, and I have enough trouble in my life as it is, so I'd like to keep off of her radar for as long as possible."

The lunch bell rang. Danny realized he'd gotten distracted by The Red Huntress and had forgotten to tell Sam and Tucker about his conversation with the vultures.

He'd just have to tell them after school.

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Valerie waited around the corner. She'd bumped into Tucker alone here after lunch on another Thursday, so maybe that would happen again.

"Bingo." she smiled as she saw him walking down the hall by himself, absorbed in his PDA.

"Hey Foley." she said, stepping around the corner.

"Oh, hey Valerie." Tucker looked up from his device. "What's up?"

"You're good with weird tech stuff, right?"

"The very best." Tucker beamed proudly.

"Right. And how good are you at keeping secrets?"

"I am also pretty good at that. Why?"

"I need a favour."

"What kind of a favour?"

"First," Valerie swung her backpack around and grabbed the zipper "You've got to swear you won't tell anyone about this."

Valerie narrowed her eyes at Tucker in a way that made his skin crawl.

"Y-yeah, sure. No problem. My lips are sealed."

"Good." Valerie's face morphed back into a smile as she unzipped and dug through her bag. "So is there anyway you'd be able to make this part of a glove?" Valerie pulled out a small green device.

"A Fenton Hand shield?" Tucker took the device from Valerie's hand. "Where'd you get one of these?"

"Where do you think?" Valerie raised an eyebrow. "Not like it was hard. The Fentons will literally just give them out to anyone who shows up at their door. I didn't even ask them for it."

"That's...not actually that surprising. But what were you doing at their door in the first place?"

"Yeah...now's not really the best time for questions. Fourth period starting soon and all." Valerie said, glancing at her watch. "Wanna meet up after school?"

Tucker looked at the hand shield. Something about this whole situation seemed kind of off. Then again, there was only one way to find out more about what was going on.

Besides, it was just Valerie. How much trouble could she possibly be getting into?

"Yeah, alright. I'll meet you out front after school."

"Great!" Valerie beamed.

Tucker didn't know how, but Valerie seemed to mould the environment around her with her facial expression. The world scarier wen she was mad at you, but also brighter when she smiled.

"See you then! Don't want to be late." Valerie waved, heading off to her next class.

"See ya!" Tucker waved back as she disappeared around the corner.

Tucker looked at the hand shield. He'd never wired electronics into clothing before, but the hand shield was a pretty simple device, so it'd probably be doable with a little online help...

The sound of the bell snapped Tucker out of his thoughts.

"Right! Class!" Tucker stuffed the hand shield into his pocket and sprinted off to class.

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"Welp, see you guys later." Tucker waved to Danny and Sam as they exited the school building.

"Wait, where are you going?" Sam asked.

"I'm meeting up with Valerie. We're going to my house to, uh... work on a bio project."

Sam narrowed her eyes at Tucker.

"Oh, okay." Danny said. "See you later then."

"See ya!" Tucker waved.

Sam kept her eyes on Tucker as he walked away.

"He's hiding something." She said to Danny as they began walking home.

"Yeah?" Danny asked distractedly.

Sam raised an eyebrow at Danny.

"Clearly he's not the only one."

"What do you mean?"

"C'mon Danny, I've been your friend for long enough to be able to tell that something's on your mind."

Danny sighed.

"I was talking to Vlad's vultures yesterday, and-"

"Wait, his what?"

"I didn't tell you about the vultures?"

"No. No you did not."

"Well, anyway, he has these three vultures that work for him, and-"

"Vlad has ghosts that work for him? Does he pay them? And why vultures? I have so many questions about this situation."

"Sam!"

"Right, sorry, what were you saying?"

"They said that Vlad might be planning on telling my parents he's half-ghost."

Sam's eyes briefly widened before narrowing in anger.

"Seriously? I hope you told them what a stupid idea that is. Ugh, that's so selfish of him. Doesn't he care about the danger that puts himself and you in?"

"Yeah, it's just that, I've been thinking...maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing if my parents knew."

Sam stopped walking and gawked at Danny.

"Okay," she pinched the bridge of her nose and resumed walking "Is there some kind of brain-scrambling disease going around that only affects half-ghosts or something?"

"I know it sound crazy, Sam. It's just...sometimes it feels like there's this gap between me and my family. Not to mention there's a lot of situations where it would have been really convienent if they knew."

"Danny, keeping your ghost powers a secret is the best option. Best case scenario, your parents turn into pests that fuss over you every time you fight a ghost. And worst case scenario, they try to tear you apart molecule by molecule."

They stopped walking as they reached Fenton Works.

"I get having to tiptoe around them is annoying, but if you tell them, they probably wouldn't really get it, and it'd just be a huge hassle for you to deal with. It's just not worth it."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it." Danny said as he ascended the steps. "It was a stupid idea. I'll see you tomorrow."

He shut the door before he Sam could reply.

"Hello?" Danny called. No one answered. His parents were probably in the basement, and Jazz had probably decided to stop at the library before coming home.

Danny wished he could talk to Jazz about, well, everything. As much as he hated to admit it, Jazz understood his feelings better than even he did sometimes.

But if he told Jazz everything, she might think there was something wrong with him. She meant well, but Danny couldn't risk her worrying and going to Mom and Dad.

And...maybe it would hurt a little if his sister thought he was a messed up freak. Danny never really felt like a freak, but it would still hurt if the people he loved thought of him that way.

Danny sighed to himself and swung his backpack off of his shoulder. It had barely touched the ground before he felt his ghost sense go off.

"Seriously?" He groaned before transforming. He grabbed The Fenton Thermos out of his backpack and flew through the door. He floated above the house and looked around.

"I AM THE BOX GHOST!"

"Oh come on!" Danny shouted at the sky as the ghost flew up to his level.

"TREMBLE AT THE CAPACITY OF MY CORRUGATED CAPABILITIES!"

"Alright," Danny's fists lit up green "Let's just get this over with."

Before Danny could do anything, a pink beam blasted the box ghost from the side.

Danny looked over and saw the Red Huntress a few meters away on her hoverboard. She looked ready to shoot the box ghost again, but then she turned to look at Danny.

Uh oh.

"Don't shoot!" Danny raised his hands in the air. "I'm not with him! I swear!"

The Huntress laughed.

"Relax." she said. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

"You're not?" Danny cautiously lowered his arms. "But aren't you a ghost hunter?"

"Yeah, but I know you're one of the good ones. Danny Phantom, right?"

"You know me?"

"I AM THE BOX GHOST!"

Without looking way from The Huntress, Danny raised his Fenton Thermos and sucked The Box Ghost into it.

"Woah!" The Huntress exclaimed "What on earth is that?"

"Uh-"

"Hey, wait a minute," The Huntress's visor almost seemed to squint "Is that The Fenton Works logo?"

"Um..." Danny instincitively his the thermos behind his back. "No?"

"Do you steal the Fenton's ghost hunting equipment?"

"Hey! Why are you jumping right to 'steal'?"

"Please. Like those two would willingly help a ghost in any way."

"Okay, fair point, but I need this to catch ghosts. It's the only way to contain them and get them back to The Ghost Zone."

"Contain them, eh? You know, I could use something like that."

"What?"

"Something to contain ghosts. At this point I've just been scaring them away, hoping that that deters them from messing with anyone."

"Wait, you don't actually have a way to contain ghosts?" Danny rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Oh my gosh. You clearly aren't prepared for this at all. What made you think hunting ghosts was a good idea in the first place?"

"You, actually."

"Me?"

"Yeah. I wanted to fight evil ghosts and keep people safe, like you do. You kind of inspired me when you saved me from Axiom."

"Axiom?"

"Yeah. When that ghost dog showed up, I lost everything. I was angry and scared for a while, but now I can channel those things into something useful. My life may have been destroyed that day, but I've been given the chance to build a better one, and I'm going to take it!"

Oh no.

Danny knew that voice.

"Valerie!?"

"Didn't know you knew my name." Valerie casually remarked. "I'm flattered you remember me. Hey, I know technically I owe you one for saving me and my dad's life, but any chance you could hook me up with one of those thermoses? It would really be-"

"No way! This is the only one, and I need it."

"Oh. Well, maybe we could-"

"Sorry, I gotta go." Danny's head was swimming from the discovery he'd just made. "See ya."

"But, wait! I just-"

But Danny had already turned invisible and zoomed off.

"Man," Valerie said to herself "He was certainly in a hurry."

She checked the screen of her ghost radar, but there was no ecto-signature on it.

"Weird..." Valerie muttered to herself.

Maybe Phantom had just flown off really fast? He'd have to be going pretty fast to get out of her radar's range that quickly, but-

"Oh no!" Valerie was suddenly snapped from her musings "Tucker!"

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Danny flew through his window and stopped above his bed. He transformed and let himself drop out of the air onto his mattress.

Valerie was The Red Huntress.

Danny pulled his pillow over his face and groaned.

Why'd it to be Valerie. Why couldn't it have been someone he didn't see in school everyday?

Danny reached for his cell phone, but changed his mind halfway through dialing Tucker's number. Tucker was studying with Valerie tonight.

"You could've picked anyone to be your bio partner, Tuck." Danny rubbed his face.

He thought about calling Sam but...

Yeah, Danny didn't really want to talk with Sam alone right now. He'd just have to tell them tomorrow. This would be a better conversation to have in person anyway.

Of course that left Danny all on his own to ruminate on this new information. As well as the whole Vlad situation. And the voice in his head telling him how much easier it would be if he just told his parents-

Danny tossed his cell phone back on his night stand. Why was his life so complicated?

He dug his Game Boy out of his nightstand. He just a break from drama and ghosts.

There was already a game cartridge in the slot. Danny pulled it out. It was Pac-Man Collection, his go-to game since elementary school.

Danny reopened his nightstand drawer. He was more in the mood for Tetris right now.

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#friends in strange places #fisp #Danny Phantom #dp #dp fanfic #danny phantom fanfic #writing #fanfic

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tricornonthecob · 1 year ago

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LK 106: Hey Man, Nice Shot Heard Round The World

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She just said Fuckit and fell asleep, but like. Having once stayed awake for 72 hours straight, I can't blame her. Pro tip: don't stay awake for 72 hours straight unless you're invested in carrying on a conversation with your paralysis demon.

Welp. Just gonna let these two teens sleep in the same room together without a chaperone. Its not like teens are known for hormonal urges and poor decision-making and the people here certainly aren't going to assume they're automatically going to canoodle. Nope. Just gonna walk away.

I can't tell if she was power napping or just faking it so she could sneak out.

turns out ya boi sleep-mutters. Like a beagle/great dane puppy muttering while it dreams of chaos and well-reasoned but incendiary rhetoric.

Can confirm, drank the tap water in Massachusetts and wanted to fight a seagull. also is that TJ lurking back there...?

Possibly due to the more than 100 years of the British government being fairly hands-off until George Number 3 inherited all the war debt from the 7 Years War and him and Parliament looked up and said "hang on a minute..."?

Britain was pretty fucking invested in it, too, Sarah, lets not forget which group of people were the ones hellbent on a dick waving contest with the French.

Oh god oh no oh honeyyyyyy

...Wait what was the question?

Also I really wish they had gone more in depth into the Phillips family I am so weirdly invested in them. Welp, guess I just gotta make more fan content of them now.

Yes hello I'd like to make a complaint, the nerds are respectfully debating politics in the lounge during quiet hours again. Hmmm? Well, yes, I suppose their arguments are sound enough, not a fallacy or strawman in sight, but I really wanted to sleep in.

Idea. Speech and Debate club but like Dueling Pianos: with an audience that is completely trashed and made up primarily of bachelorette and 21st birthday parties. Dueling Thesis Statements. We could revolutionize academia and University education!

Girl just elegantly collapses to her knees, damn you didn't need that flourish.

Sarah I think they already know that? And somehow I don't think you want to send the Yankee Dude Dandies to Parliament I think they might throw punches in-between verses.

Danger is half the reason she's doing this, you knew that about her James.

Man it really didn't take him long to adjust to Sarah also being a journalist, did it. Ride or Die.

Give it up for ya bois, the Stock Footage Soldiers of Foote. We're gonna be seeing a lot more of them!

Did he not know that his cousin was in the colonies??? And yet they greet each other like they're best cousin-buddies. I want to know more about what happened, did Lady Phillips not inform her sibling(s)-in-law about sending her 15-year-old daughter out to find her husband? I don't think she did. I think Lady Phillips is Going Through It and there's some spicy drama on the Phillips side.

(also why am I picking up gay vibes from him)

oh my GOD HE IS GAY THAT'S HIS LOVER I AM HERE FOR TOM PHILLIPS / BRYAN JOHNSON. The ship name is Philson.

Oh honeyyyyyyy.

Honestly he's taking it pretty well.

His disappointment is immeasurable and his day is ruined by Shockingly Competent New Englanders.

Cousin Tom is kinda sitting like an awkward schoolgirl here. but also just lookit those two. Philson is so cute together!

I want. To know. About. The Phillips. Family. Drama.

#liberty's kids #sarah phillips #james hiller #amrev #18th century #Lexington and Concord #Tricorn on the cob watches LK and makes inane commentary #tricorn watches

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elsa-fogen · 1 month ago

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Yep. Yeah. That's me. Almost all of it, except, i sleep well (if i manage to fall asleep) Reblogging because maybe some of you didn't know (i also didn't know)

Story time!

Too long don't read: used to sleep on private math lessons because i hate math; it takes hours for me to fall asleep WHEN I SUPPOSED TO, and my sister does it in 3-5 minutes.

I was studying at university and we had MATH there I've always had problems with it. since 5th grade i think (well, i hated math before too but real problems started there) when i changed schools and the new class was behind what I've already studied and i didn't pay attention, until i realized that at some point I was behind. I said "welp, i guess it's to late to try, so fuck it"

So at university we had this very high level math and i just couldn't understand a thing (and we had an awful teacher who was saying evvvvery time something like "yall getting expelled, we're all gonna die") so i decided "if i don't understand, fuck it then, i will not even try" and started skipping math classes.

But i STILL had to pass an exam, we were getting 3 tries and if you fail you're getting expelled. I failed first two what a surprise (i don't know how i managed to pass it after all, i can't remember SHIT, only that i is fucking non-existing number which is square root of -1. Why on earth would you need it i have NO fucking clue.

So i had personal teachers who tried to make me understand at least something to pass the exam. And there was one i remember very well, i even remember that we paid her 10$ per hour (for us that was quite a lot). And i remember her because i was SLEEPING. I just COULDN'T keep my eyes opened. She explains something about deviding by zero and my brain draws the fucking universe collapsing in front of my eyes. She gives me some task, I'm trying to write something and I'm falling asleep and DREAMING about writing, then ahe wakes me up and i see that i didn't write SHIT. It all ended when in the middle of lesson she just kicked me out.

And, what a miracle, I'm leaving her apartments and suddenly, all the sleepiness just wanishes! I'm walking home, thinking about some another AU of mine, roleplaying it with myself in my head, full of energy again.

That's not the only case of this, but it's the strongest i ever felt. But that like happens all the time, EVEN WHEN MY MOM OR MY GRANNY COMES TO ME AND START TALKING ABOUT SOMETHING I'M NOT INTERESTED, IM YAWNING AND FEEL URGE TO FALL ASLEEP. But the moment they leave, It goes away! I was calling it work allergy LMAO

I was diagnosed with adhd in my early childhood (there was also something about epilepsy, but it's ok now so it doesn't matter), not long ago i brought this fact back into my active memory (thanks to Jaiden animations ADHD video for that xD) i kinda used to myself by now and now I'm trying to catch and analyse all moments of adhd kicking in. I know my own tricks and buttons, how to make myself do the thing or just how to force myself into doing something. Because i know if i start, I'll probably lock in and won't get up until it's done (well, if i have at least a tiny bit of interest in that thing, or else i won't), and i hate it when someone interrupts me in the middle of the process. No mom, i can't come right now, i can't finish it later, because i either spend few more hours forcing myself to go back to the task or just forget about it.

But i didn't know that this sleepiness was a legit symptom! I just thought that it's exaderated boredom, that's it, had a joke name for it. That's... Funny to know that this thing is actually also adhd moment.

Also, about sleeping. I have problems falling asleep. I may lie in the bed for hours without even my phone, just rotating my stories in my head, and when i don't have a story to think about, this is just the name of my current hyperfixation with different tones and in different random dialogues that doesn't even make sense. I have no idea how to fall asleep, except when i didn't sleep for like 48 hours (EVEN THEN IT MIGHT BE A PROBLEM AND I START THINKING OF THAT CREEPY PRION SICKNESS AND SCARE MYSELF AGAIN). And my mom told me that it have always been like that with me. She and my dad had the whole ritual to make me fall asleep. Dad would hold me in his arms, his head with me covered with a blanket that i could only see his face (or else I would look everywhere and never fall asleep), and rock me for HOURS while i was SCREAMING and CRYING the whole time like i was tortured. But when I'd finally fall asleep, they could be as loud as usual and didn't have to whisper, because wake me up is a whole different story. And my mom was SHOCKED when all it took to make my sister fall asleep was just pet her back for 3-5 minutes.

I don't think of myself as... Sick or ill. That's how i was all my life, i don't know anything else. That's not a sickness to me, that's just part of my personality. Maybe sometimes some parts of it bite me in the ass and make my life harder, but i don't know other life. That's the only one I've got, and i guess I'm fine with that (tho now that i think about it, i need to pay more attention to how i write the characters, and don't make them all ADHDshers LOL i need to study neurotypical people under a microscope 🔬🔍)

bro im gonna CRY i didnt know this 🥺

#reblog #adhd #adhd things #adhd story #text post #storytime with elsa

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lollipencil · 1 year ago

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Twice Moon-Born: Part 3

Felt the urge, so here's more. Enjoy and be gentle

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Waking up on Yavin 4 was startling. Mercifully, whoever had the body at the time had found a private space to switch in. Poe took a deep breath as he stared at his reflection. It didn't move to match. "You good?" Poe's reflection asked with the relaxed frown of Marc. "Yeah," Poe nodded, "Yeah, just need to...absorb it." "Ok," Marc nodded in turn, "Call if you need us." And he was gone.

Leaving Poe to look into eyes that made everything inside him scream "wrong". Squeezing them tight, he turned away and left the room.

Sitting in the cockpit of Black One again was a relief. Even when it drew his attention to the absence of BB-8. For just a moment, Poe paused and let the knowledge of this wash over him. Then, he opened his eyes and started the engines.

It wasn't until Yavin 4 had long faded behind him that Poe found himself uttering the name that was so familiar to his tongue but brand new to his voice. "Khonshu." "Yes?" The god appeared without delay or fanfair, around 20 cm tall sitting crosslegged on the dashboard. "I- I need some details clarified, regarding what happened on the Finalizer and in general." "Very well, state your first."

"What happened after I blacked out?" "Jake Lockley pulled that welp into the mind and bombarded him with tramatic memories. He was able to cope however, so I punished and threw him out," Khonshu announced, "He knows the consequences if he tries again." "So, BB-8?" "Until your escape, the First Order had no idea the map was still on Jakku. And are likely not sure of the specific details of where it is."

Poe let out a sight of relief. They didn't know. BB-8 was safe. So long as the First Order didn't guess correctly.

"My eyes," Poe asked after a while, "Why do my eyes look like that in headspace?" Khonshu paused. "I believe it may be my fault," he eventually stated, "Your soul took around a week to fully form. Moons are the symbol of my power, being on one strengthened the amount of it the body was exposed to. Your soul likely fed on some of this excess power as it grew. And, as I believe you humans say, the eyes are a window to the soul." "Is that why you claimed I had a "birthright"?" "No, it is your birthright anyway. You were born into the body that I have declared as my avatar, my vessel among the mortals. This, merely provides a stronger tie."

The whole thing felt weird. It was one thing to heard of and know that the Force was real, but this was different. A whole universe different.

"Ok," Poe said finally to fill the silence, "Ok." "However," Khonshu's voice grew deeper, "I would fly with caution my little pilot. You may have successfully turned the First Order's eyes from your droid, even for a short amount of time. But the eyes of their dark masters have turned firmly onto you." And he was gone.

#my fics #crossover fic #moon knight (2022)#star wars #poe dameron #marc spector #khonshu

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spacehead1127 · 1 year ago

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Anything and everything, all of the time

Hello Tumblr! There’s a very small chance anyone would see this at all but I’m just going to write anyway.

I created this blog to share my overflowing thoughts and some of my opinions about certain things in the world. I’m very much an overthinker and in my head most of the time so I want to try to type it out and share them, because why not? I’ve been told by my friends that I can be pretty philosophical at times heh. Who knows, maybe there are some of you who would respond to these and I could even meet people who share the same thoughts as me and we get to have great conversations :) I think it’s interesting to communicate with other people through the Internet and learn about how we all think and converse with each other.

You might see by now that I am quite verbal when I write, haha. I would make this a podcast if I weren’t insecure of my voice lmao. But, anyways, this isn’t much of an introduction of myself. As you read on you may get to know me more. So if you’re curious how my brain works, feel free to stick around if you like!

This is a PART 1 of my text-podcast thing: go to my blog to see more!

At first, I rather keep all my thoughts and opinions to myself because of how aggressive internet users can be. Comment sections can be so chaotic at times. I believe most of us here have at least had a spat with some random person on the internet about something and it ended up feeling ridiculous at some point because we never met the person irl, and so the argument was pointless in the end lmao. But of course everyone’s experiences are different, I’m just saying what I have experienced and I don’t mean to speak for everyone. Yes I’ve had my internet spat before, and boy it was a ride. Overtime, I subconsciously detached myself from the urge to share any comment I had on any media or material I’ve seen online. I would just keep them to myself because it wasn’t worth my time and energy. Right now I still do the same, but instead I would read those comments and not interact with it. I find it amusing haha.

In the end, I feel like people on the internet can be really sensitive and well, judge people rather quickly. And to make sure I’m not misunderstood, I mean this in a neutral way. I don’t have anything against the internet nor the entirety of internet users, in fact I think it’s interesting and I’d like to learn more about it. I’d like to learn more about human psychology ;D I’m a highschool student graduating next March and psychology is one of my interests to study. (But more on that next time, maybe) Apparently it seems that words on the internet can cause a huge reaction to a certain group of users than what it actually is. Well, maybe whoever is reading this right now is imagining the voice behind these texts to be aggressive and highly reactive but how I am meaning to express it is actually just non-serious and in a very chatty podcast-tone lol. And that’s how I guess people would put tone indicators just to let people know how the message is being expressed. Either way, it’s definitely not used by everyone so there’s still random conflicts everywhere on the internet.

It’s all funny, because imagine responding to that person irl. I feel like the internet has really exaggerated so many things and the younger generations are the most affected. I am gen z and I’m sounding like an old lady. Wow. Welp, my mindset is old fashioned anyway B)

Ah and this is leading me to talking about a whole nother topic. It was unplanned but let’s go with it: GEN ALPHA!! The new babies. From where I am, seeing so many kids getting sucked into the internet at such a young age and neglecting school is so saddening. (coming from me who isn’t very expert academically either, but personally I LOVE learning. I wouldn’t let my grades define my level of understanding.) And having our new generations (gen z, gen alpha) developing depression and anxiety way, way more than the older generations all because of the information we have at the tip of our fingers that give us existential crisis at an earlier age? Dang. Knowledge isn’t just power. It also brings pain.

I am sorta going off topic ah. But to summarise this ramble/text-sorta-podcast/blog thing I’d say: Bo Burnham says it best. (iykyk) The internet brings us so much joy, almost as much joy as there is pain. Ultimately it depends on everyone’s personal experience with the internet and how you view it. But if I were to detach my thoughts from myself, disassociating with my identity and who I am, I would say as much as the internet has its pros, once you see the cons it seems to outweigh the good of it. (And it may be true, idk, I don’t want to entitle myself to being the truth. Interpret it however you like)

That’s all for today now, thank you for reading until here! (see you in the next one, idk when but someday I will return)

#it's a lot of words ik #text-podcast thing??#hello internet #this is just for the people who love to read #possibly nonsensical thoughts #read if you're interested #if not adios without leaving a word #nobody is forcing you to read it ;)#feel free to contradict my thoughts so we can have an interesting discussion but no arguments i hate conflict :D #ok that's rlly it byee

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dzpenumbra · 2 years ago

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4/15/23

Today was pretty cool. It was really warm out for the second day in a row. I found myself doing more animation work. Like... 3 hours straight after yoga. Like... I woke up, did yoga, got food and coffee and just immediately started working. And I had to stop myself because it was just too nice out.

I showered, put on shorts and a sleeveless shirt for the first time in ages, and went for a walk. I found a "nature trail" about a block away from my place. It's not much, but there are actual woods there, so... can't really complain. It made me miss the river back near my old place. But it's right on a river itself, so it's cool in its own right. There were lots of downed trees, lots of wood around. It started sparking inspiration... Lots of clearings, too. I'm really tempted to do another nature installation. This one is a much higher trafficked area. I also was inspired to maybe see if I could gather natural wood over there and bring it back for carving and building basic furniture. Could be cool. It's just a bit of a walk to be hauling big pieces of wood.

I did about a half hour walk, maybe less. It was nice though. Just put in the AirPods and popped on my shoes (which is very foreign to me for hiking, usually I just go barefoot and no headphones, but... city... you know?) and went for it. I even ordered a pizza for delivery before heading out, so I would have dinner not long after getting home. But man, these Doordash fees are getting fucking ridiculous, I swear. Fees, fees and tip like... doubled the price. Shits getting out of control.

There's a bird singing outside my window. It's very confusing. I just got a super strong urge to rush to bed, because that sound when I physically feel like this is like... 99% of the time indicative that it is dawn and I'm up too late again. Something must be upsetting it or something. I wish I knew birdcalls better, this one is super familiar but I don't know what bird it is. I'm gonna look up the usual suspects. Welp, I even installed an app and had no luck. I'll have to figure it out some other time when it's not 3:45 AM. Weird. Maybe it happens often and I just didn't notice because this is the first night my window is actually open...

It was nice to get out. I was only anxious anticipating, really. There were two moments when I was a little anxious out ther, when I was first approaching the woods, because... what if I get mugged or whatever. But someone else went in on a walk ahead of me, and he didn't look sketchy so... it was all good, I guess. And then taking a different trail out of the woods, again, anxious about being alone and getting mugged. I swear, I'm just obsessed with this. It's like my only fucking fear. I get these intricate anxious narratives like "they're gonna pull a gun on you and make you give them your keyfob, then tell them what building you live in and what unit, and they're gonna go clean you out. All your precious possessions, the only relics of your past, all filtered into the most important and meaningful things after the move, those that can be flipped for cash will be gone forever." So, what did I do with that anxiety? I went... "okay... well... if that happens... I'll just call my landlord and tell them what happened, and go from there. I mean, if that were to happen, I have a description of the person and I know exactly where they're going... And I'm a block away from a police station." It worked pretty well.

It's so odd. When my landlords back in my old area told me there was someone confirmed robbing houses in my neighborhood, in a place without a police presence... I didn't really have that much anxiety.

Oh shit... I know what it is. I didn't even have to type "I don't know why..." I figured it out way quicker. I had a dog back then. I had my other half, my German Shepherd. I was good. That's what changed. Fuck. That made my heart sink.

I miss my girls a lot.

So yeah, I guess that's why I'm so anxious lately, specifically about home security. Like... I was never afraid of people robbing me when I went out walking with my dog... and, oddly... I wasn't even afraid of people robbing me when she wasn't even with me. I just feel much more alone and vulnerable without her having my back and holding down the fort. Wow... fuck... it's gonna be a year since she passed soon. Wow. That went by real fast. Fuck, man. Just like a month and a half.

On the plus side, being around people didn't freak me out. They were all like... normal. College kids. Some mid-20's chicks dressed up and going out for drinks. People walking their dogs. Other people out for a walk. No crazy hobo with a shank trying to steal my phone. No one shooting up heroin behind a tree. No gangster with a gun trying to jack my AirPods and get access to my building. Just people.

In fact, seeing college kids standing in a group on a bridge really brought me back to when I was in college. Back in the Obama administration... The first one, I think... And I empathized, and it made me kinda remember that level of comfort in public. It's been a long time. It's been a long time since I was part of a group of peers. That feeling just feels so far out of reach for me. I don't feel like I'm like anyone around me.

I'm in my... I guess technically late-30's now. I'm single, never married - in hindsight, thank god, given my ex... No kids. I live alone. I'm an artist, and I have no idea how to integrate that into society, and I am way too stubborn and obsessed with my process to really figure it out. I struggle to leave my apartment. Hell, now that I say that part, maybe there are people like me around... and I'd have no idea, because either I don't leave my apartment, or they don't leave theirs!

I was walking over by the river and kinda... turned a camera back on myself. I do that sometimes in my head, like in a video game when you go idle and the camera goes 3rd person and swings around in cinematic mode? And I looked at myself. In the awkward phase of going from a shaved head to growing out hair (doctor's orders), at least an inch long beard now, sleeveless metal band t-shirt, camo shorts, tattoos, hemp jewelry with stones and beads, skate shoes. Walking with crappy posture, but actively trying to straighten my back and walk upright, yet relax my shoulders so it's not too obvious. Half for health, half to hide the beginnings of a gut that I have formed for the first time in my life.

And I ask myself... am I the sketchy one? Or am I the cool one? I can't even tell anymore. Or, to others, am I just another dude? I mean, in my head, I feel like I look like I'm in a band or something. Which is cool. I dunno. Lack of perspective makes that a never-ending guessing game.

I just wanted to share that moment, the 3rd person camera moment, because it's sticking with me. I've been doing that a lot lately. There are times when it makes me really self-conscious, and it can be really self-critical, but there are also times when it becomes really... self-affirming. Like "I look really cool today" or something. And it helps me ground in the actuality of my situation, rather than just raw, unrefined, unchecked feelings, assumptions and extrapolations.

As someone who hasn't posted a selfie on social media since 2016... it's very refreshing to look at myself in that way. And very alien.

God... I must be so strange to 90% of you. I haven't had a personal social media account in almost 7 years. Facebook, Insta, Twitter, any of it. Reddit is the only survivor, and I very rarely use it, and haven't posted on it in... probably 4 years? And only in support groups. Never like... status updates and pictures of my vacation or family or whatever. That whole culture is so far away, it's so foreign.

In fact, every time I'm over with my brother (which hasn't happened in a long time, I should check in with them...) they're always breaking out the camera and filming and taking pictures and sending them to tons of people. To the point where the kid is like... trained. He loves the camera, he loves posing and being playful. So when he sees the phone come out and get pointed at him, he gets super excited. That whole culture, that whole idea, it's so... so... foreign. Every time he'd go for a picture it was like... "oh shit, I have to remember how to do this..." And seeing a picture with me in it? After like... that many years?! Dude, my dating profiles have pictures that are embarrassingly old on them, to the point where I'm afraid of coming off as misleading. One from the pandemic was the most recent, one snowskating in 2019, an older one with my cat, shit like that. Because I just... because no one has taken a picture of me in like 5 years. People just... don't take pictures of me, and I don't take pictures of myself. My older brother was the first person to take a picture of me just for the sake of taking a picture since 2018, I think? That shit is depressing.

Okay, huge tangent over because I need to get to bed.

With the project, I figured out the problem with the animation. It was exported at 24 fps instead of 60 so it was running really really fast. So... I went in and adjusted the fps and the time, and then... had some creative ideas. I wanted to add in little tracker balls that basically led ahead and painted the paths. The idea was simple enough and actually pretty easy to execute once I figured out the process. Just opacity fade in, blur effect with an f-curve noise modifier, have it follow the path of the stroke for each path. Easy enough. The only catch was, the stroke build isn't an even build, so I have been timing the ball animation basically frame by frame. For 40 of them. And pretty much most of my day was that. And I still have 60 left. But 1) it looks really cool, 2) it adds a lot to the animation, 3) as I go along, the build speed gets faster, so what was a 100 frame build for one path in the beginning will be a 10 frame build for the last 40 or so.

So... progress! After that, I just need footage from hiking in the woods, which I can apparently do basically in my "backyard" if I so choose... and that other custom animation stuff that's gonna be super time consuming, but I can figure something out. Maybe I can do like... a whiteboard looking thing and just draw my thoughts like I'm brainstorming, rather than making an actual mockup. That might work...

Okay, bedtime.

#diary #journal #online journal #stream of consciousness #stream of thoughts

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