#and make the victims of the jokes appear less human.

[sickofthis666]

Man, I miss when tumblr wasn’t the "t4t" website. Now we only got girld*ck jokes and trans rights are the only social issue that's worth mentionning, apparently. It's obvious if only by seeing the amount of posts, pinned posts, and bios with the mention "terfs/transphobes dni".

As an afterthought, some may add racists, ableists and/or homophobics to their little list. Sexism doesn't even appear.

Reading users bios, it's like everyone on this website is trans now - see also, reblogs of people's own post years later with the mention "im a girl now :3" - even though statistically, they're... what? 2% of the population?

Meanwhile somehow half of said population doesn't deserve to fight for their rights. BLM vanished but fear not, TLM is there. Online feminism peaked in 2016 with "the future is female" and #MeToo ended with a lot of calling out by victims but very little consequences for the abusers.

Your brain won't explode if you campaign for more than one cause at a time, I promise.

Old sexism was "your biology determines your behavior". New sexism is "your behavior determines your biology". Same result. Same harmful stereotypes. Some things are meant to harm, no matter how much you want to reclaim them or have fun sounding quirky by using insults/politically incorrect language. No, calling yourself a slut doesn't change from a man calling you that, because the very definition of that word is harmful. An insult doesn't stop being an insult because you enjoy it or because you decided to interpret it in a way that fits you, like religious leaders interprets scripture in a way that fits their interest.

We were supposed to get rid of the idea that women enjoying sex like men do is shameful, bad, disgusting, unnatural. We were supposed to make it neutral, just the way men get to have it, but nooo, you guys wanted to be quirky, rules breakers, special. Somehow you're convinced that doing the complete opposite of what society commonly deems acceptable automatically makes you cool, Good, right, and better than the others. It doesn't! It's not a dichotomy! Same thing with whore. Calling a man that moves his hands when he talks or has a high pitch or exaggerated manners "effeminate" makes you a misogynist and a homophobe, actually.

P*rn doesn't automatically becomes Good and healthy just because society frowns down upon it. Degrading women became a trend. God forbids you kinkshame, but somehow mocking vanilla sex is great, actually. Obviously vanilla must be Bad since it's the opposite of porn, and we all decided at some point that porn was Good. Can’t find f/m erotica on this website that doesn't include at least One sentence specifying how the woman is degraded/seen like a toy/less than human by the man. It's Very Important.

The solution to "women shouldn't have to wear make up to be considered seriously/human" wasn’t "women like their cage actually", it was destroying the cage or put the men in it with us. Cause that is the definition of gender equality. Treating men and women the same regardless of gender.

Hijab will never be feminist as long as men don't wear it too. It's the difference of treatment, simply because of gender, that is sexism/misogyny. The intention of the wearer doesn't matter - the result does.

"Taking your husband's last name isn’t sexist because *I* would be honored to do it" affirmed a woman to me - Since when does sexism mean "mentality/behavior/outfit/etc that all women as a mindhive dislike"? Oh wait - it doesnt - never did; it means difference of treatment between genders, overwhelmingly balanced in favor of men. The day men don't see taking your wife's last name as emasculating, degrading, insulting, belittling, diminishing, disgracing, shameful; the day they take their wife's last name spontaneously, almost systematically, the way women do; the day merely suggesting the idea to them isn’t preposterous;

the day women don't see taking your husband's name, as honorable, normal, the bare minimum, the day women stop taking their husband's name almost systematically, because it's an evidence in their eyes; the day women are not pushed to take their husband's name because it makes administration's work easier, because it's the only way for them to prove that they're related to their children - when i was a little kid, school staff once refused to let me leave with my mom at the end of the day simply because, since she hadn't taken my father's name, obviously she couldnt possibly be my legitimate mother; that "incident" lead to her renounciating her own name; before that, she hadn't entertained the thought; - the day french civil service stops differentiating between Nom d'épouse (wife name) and Nom de jeune fille (maiden name), making marriage an event so decisive in a woman's life that it changes her status; whereas men are born, live and die with only one name, their own, and no one else's.

That day only, we'll be able to affirm that this part of society/culture/custom is not sexist anymore.

In favor of men, not because I hate men, or because women need someone to blame, or because men are inherently evil, but in favor of men because men have been ruling society for thousands of years. Our kings are men. Our presidents are men. Our Prime Ministers are men. Our religious leaders are men. Our CEOs are men. Billionaires are men. The most powerful and/or rich on this earth are men. And people in power, in a logical conclusion, decides measures that will favor themselves over others.

Feminity isn’t real. Masculinity isn’t real. Just like the economy, or borders, it's something humans made up. And yet it would never cross your mind to romanticize or fantasize about those concepts.

Boomers' sexism says "if you're a woman, you must act feminine." Gen Z's sexism says "If you're feminine, you must be a woman."

Feminism says "You'll always be a woman no matter what - but so what? You can do whatever you want."

This website is full of selfrighteous, full of themselves assholes who pretends to be Better than everyone else because they're sooo tolerent, sooo inclusive, they condemn nazis and terfs - but mostly terfs. Terfs never commited murders, contrary to neonazis/white supremacists/incels, but that is but a detail my friend - vigorously, they boycott JKR absolutely - but not their favorite rapist male artists/authors/actors/singers -, they have the moral High Ground. Yet the second they smell an Enemy, someone who doesn't adopt 100% of their causes, verbatim, no holds barred! Anything goes! Death threats, rape threats, stalking, doxxing, going after family members... calling The Other, the Villain - of course they're the villain, since I am the Good Guy and they're against Me! - names, a loser, ugly, fat, a virgin, who can’t get laid/p*ssy. Yes I said Asexuals were a part of the community, what does this have to do with anything? Death and rape threats are okay if they come from My mouth!

[yallwildinrn]

(Falls out of the rafters) The American Psycho hyperfixation has arrived, and I love analysis so here I am. Idgaf if anyone reads this, I need this OUT of my brain.

I’m fascinated by how Patrick Bateman is constantly desperately clawing for any kind of real self fulfillment or actualization or even just acknowledgement that he is a person, but because he’s trapped in the eternal corporate hell of vapid materialism and self-obsession, it’s all but guaranteed he will never get it. He will never truly be known, be seen, but that doesn’t stop him because despite his claims, he is still human. He claws for whatever he can get because he’s a fucking void deep inside, so deprived and detached from any semblance his true self, and now all he has is his image. His appearance. His fancy home, expensive wardrobe, detailed routines. Materialism. A facade of perfection.

Because honestly, it’s the only way Patrick can connect with the people around him who are just as vapid and shallow as he is, as he’s become. He’s both the victim and the perpetrator of the disgusting standards of what’s considered acceptable, and he doesn’t care because even though this is all he knows, he still carves acceptance. He still tries so hard to fit in, begging for everyone to see him as normal and accept him, and the sickest joke of all is that these vapid, shallow losers see through all of his attempts to fit in, and they know he’s even more of a shallow loser than they are.

That is to say, none of them really see how hollow and empty he is. They don’t truly see he has no substance (honestly, none of them do.) That requires these self-obsessed pricks surrounding him to look past their own damn nose, but the fact everyone knows he’s a loser and a dork, that THESE people see that he’s a loser and a dork despite everything, is almost heartbreaking. Almost.

Patrick Bateman tries over and over to be accepted. To fit the mold. To cling to the standard. Even his interest in music is watered down to pop culture analysis he reserves only for his victims because they have no choice but to listen - everyone else doesn’t care because even THAT doesn’t fit their mold of acceptability. He just wants to be seen and heard and accepted, have his true self be known at the very least, but it’ll never happen. At this point, after all these years, the closest thing to a “true self” Patrick Bateman has is a molded, rotten, withered away core of hatred and violence. Maybe at one point he did, but it’s gone after all this time trapped in the materialistic rat race he knows far too well.

He’s a hollow shell, like every other person around him. He craves to be seen, but there’s nothing left to see. He’s just a broken, violent, twisted man, and that makes the people around him too uncomfortable; no one wants to look at that. Look at him. It’s much easier to overlook the real horror that is Patrick Bateman and instead focus on his attempts to fit in so desperately and so shallowly. To them, he’s not a human and not a monster and not even worth thinking of beyond idle gossip - he’s just a dorky loser unknowingly among a sea of other moderately less dorky losers.

[darklinaforever]

The Greens stan when we point out to them that their favorites have committed a usurpation : Obviously. Why should they care what Viserys want ? Fuck this guy !

What I find funny about this kind of response is that the Green stans act like Viserys is the devil incarnate.

To say, I see a lot of people saying that a guy like him absolutely won't go to heaven...

So yes, Viserys is not a great human being, but he wasn't really bad.

He could have real moments of love and sincerity, make a promise and keep it, etc.

All the Greens (except Helaena) are worse than him in every way. These people are the villains of the story, stop pretending otherwise.

Plus, it makes me laugh when I see this kind of review because the Greens act like Viserys mistreated the Greens ? WTF ?!

In Fire and Blood, Aegon II and Aemond were educated and privileged as the princes they were. Viserys appears to like Helaena and spend time with her. Alicent was the woman Viserys truly loved. Otto was kept as a hand for a very long time and was even able to return to his position later after he was fired.

In HOTD, the same thing for Otto, as for Alicent, she may not have been the woman of his heart, but he spent absolutely everything on her.

Do you want to complain about the fact that he slept with her ? Complain to Otto who manipulated his daughter so that she herself manipulated Viserys by making him believe that she liked him.

And if I hear even one of them talking about age, damn open the storybooks stupid especially since in F&B this huge age difference didn't exist. Alicent was 18 and Viserys 28 when they got married. The age difference is just a vain attempt to try to victimize Alicent on the part of the screenwriters, who forget like the imbeciles that they are the era from which the universe they are adapting is inspired...

Viserys, still in HOTD, seemed to love Aegon II and Aemond who also grew up here as the privileged prince they are without suffering mistreatment from him. He adores Aegon as a baby, he later observes him training in combat with Aemond even though his health is increasingly handicapping him. He is at first furious to know that Aemond has lost an eye. He specified at the table to love his whole family, etc.

Viserys was not a perfect human, but he was not one of the worst either and certainly not on the same level as the Greens, or even worse than them and even less their pseudo abuser !

Viserys did nothing inherently bad to the Greens and his neglect of his children can easily be explained by the fact that he was increasingly ill. And then, at least he knew his children, as proof in 1x06 when he guessed that Aegon II was responsible/the ringleader of the pig joke...

Besides... why should the Greens care what Viserys wants ?

Well simply because he is the king and he is therefore the law, and by not obeying him and usurping the legitimate heir, they are committing a betrayal which will logically mean that they all die at one point. time or another ?

Greens stans truly live on another planet.

[unsteady-calcium]

Have you gotten more than vibes for the dinosaur au?

Like what are all the respective jobs for the squints when they get to the isalnd?

Hi!! And as always thank you for talking to me about dinosaur AU 🙏🙏🙏 Sorry that this has taken me literal weeks, turns out I had a lot of thoughts 😅

I find that when I think about AUs (can't say "when I write AUs" bc lord knows that barely happens) that I don't gravitate so much towards making all the characters from canon fit into the AU world. Instead, I usually think a lot more about how to recreate the journey the main characters are on, and specifically how to create a relationship and tension between them that echos canon. It's just where my head goes, and where much of the appeal of AUs is for me.

So, that being said, here is what I am thinking about the most concerning Booth and Brennan, that I want to recreate. In any AU I come up with, really, not just dinosaur AU tbh. My own personal Bones AU recipe if you will, with dinosaur specifics in green:

Booth and Brennan are only reluctantly working together. They clash at every possible front. Initial, surface level goal have to be at least slightly at odds. Brennan is being sent to the island by her superiors (Goodman) against her will and very reluctantly. The chain of command on the island is not at all clear cut, and Booth and Brennan are both under the impression that they're in charge.

Their partnership yields almost immediate fruits, to both their suprise. They don't really like each other a lot, but they are both very passionate about what they work with, so they are begrudingly willing to overlook how much they don't like each other for the sake of The Cause. They are learning heaps about what they need to do to ensure the survival of the dinos. They're publishing articles, public interest is rising, funding increases.

They get to know each other better as they continue working together, and they begin to realise how much their values overlap. Here is someone else who cares deeply about the same thing you do, and also who is the ticket for you to achieve the things you are so passionate about achieving. Despite initial appearances, they are actually both working towards the survival of the dinos and island. They are the only two people in the world who fully realise and feel what a tragedy it would be if they became extinct. In their partnership they find not only validation and hope, but for the first time they begin to feel less lonely about their passion.

In canon this shared value and passion is justice for murder victims, and specifically denying murderers the chance to dehumanise their victims, through killing them and leaving them to rot until they're unrecognisable. Booth and Brennan care deeply about justice, and deeply about victims and restoring their humanity. It ties in with their pasts and their childhoods of neglect, abandonment and abuse. It's honestly really good character writing, and much much better than the character work in any 2000s cop show has any right to be. Any AU worth it's salt (to me specifically, everyone else can do whatever they want of course) has to be able to mimick this in some way. This is pillar 1 of their dynamic.

Brennan is outspoken and abrasive, and people feel like she acts like she's better than them because of her intellect. That she is cold and emotionless. Booth sees through this, and recognises how deeply she cares, and all of the strong emotions that live just below the surface. Booth sees how brightly Brennan burns, and he admires it greatly. It doesn't take long for that admiration to turn to protectiveness, when he sees people treating her unfairly because of her awkwardness. Brennan, for almost the first time in her entire life, has the experience of someone not only seeing her for all that she is, but also really liking and valuing what they see. This is pillar 2. Paleontologist Brennan gets a lot of flack for her bad media appearance, there are jokes that "she can't let the dinos become extinxt because they're the only living things that can stand to be around her. Booth nearly punches a journalist the first time he overhears it.

Pillar 3 is this: In Booth, Brennan finds a person who she didn't entirely believe existed: someone how is honest with her, who repeatedly shows that he deserves her trust, and who time and time again refuses to abandon her. Their bond grows strongher and Brennan, so believes deep in her soul that anyone she gets close to will leave her eventually, freaks out. She tries to push him away. She takes long leaves of absence on some work-related business, as a poor excuse to create distance betweent them and protect herself. Booth not only refuses to let her bully him into leaving, he also sees through all of this. He, as the only person in her life, can see that it comes from both 1) a deep affection for him and 2) a deep fear and anguish. He doesn't hold it against her, but instead just continues to show her that she has nothing to fear. Hopefully one day she'll believe it. As they get closer, Brennan freaks out several times, making halfhearted excuses for having to leave the island for weeks at a time. Science conferences, board meetings at universities, etc. Booth lets it slide, because he understands why she is doing it . He knows that she's afraid.

As they begin to fall for each other, Brennan's fear increases tenfold. Because this time it would be so, so, so much worse when (not if) Booth finally decides to abondon her. She becomes more cold, more frantic, more distant. Booth is finding it harder and harder to be the bigger person, to remember that he knows why she is doing all this, because it hurts. It hurts him deeply when she pulls away again and again, when they both know that she really wants this. Booth finds it harder and harder to be patient and let her take the time she needs. With the future of the island depending on their partnership working, the stakes are even higher. If they risk trying a relationship and it fails, that could be the nail in the coffin for everything they've worked towards. The pressure and the stress brings out both of their bad sides even more: Brennan becomes more distant, Booth becomes more hurt and more upset, limiting his ability to empathise.

The resolution to all this comes chosing to trust: chosing to trust the help and support they recieve from their friends, and chosing to trust each other. Chosing to take a leap of faith, together.

This is very rambly, and as you can see, I have next to nothing concrete. I am just putting all this into the same pot, setting it on a low simmer, and seeing if a soup comes out the other end 🍵 Of course, this is all just me, I am not at all trying to tell anyone else how to make their AUs.

Thank you so much for the ask!!

[murkoffoshaviolations]

About my Reagent OC, Hunter!

Reagent Hunter is an Outlast Trials AU of my existing sona character, Hunter Hirnfresser.

Hunter is the angel of death who appears to the living as a 26-year-old male named Hunter Hirnfresser.

In this AU, Hunter is attracted to the trials because of all the death surrounding them. His plan is to investigate why so many people are dying in this area, and also to collect the souls of those who have lost their lives in the trials.

Hunter finds more than he bargained for as his human disguise leads him to being put in the trials as a reagent. He experiences how torturous and deadly the trials are first hand, and makes it his personal mission to stay in them to collect the souls of those who are killed in them.

In trials where it’s a task to kill other people (the snitch, the judge and witnesses, etc), it’s a breaking point for him. He hates the idea of killing someone just to have to move on their soul, so he talks to the victims like they are his friends, or even like they’re children. Which gives off this impression that the trials are absolutely destroying his sanity. In a way, they are, but he believes if he is nice to the people he's tasked to kill they will be less scared of him when he comes back to move them onto the afterlife.

Hunter has been killed and released multiple times, but because he’s death, he does not permanently die and also always returns to the trials willingly. When this happens, he wipes himself from the memories of everyone involved. Easterman, prime assets, ex pops, other reagents, everyone. It works on all except one person…

No one is aware he is the angel of death.

Relationships with People Involved with the Trials:

Dr. Easterman - Hunter has a wicked hatred for Dr. Easterman and openly mocks him throughout the trials and while in the Sleep Room. Easterman always has a sense that he’s met Hunter before whenever he returns but ultimately doesn’t remember him.

Leland Coyle - Hunter wipes the memories of everyone involved in the trials, but the one person it doesn't work with is Coyle. Coyle remembers Hunter every time he returns from outside the trials or dies. He has seen Hunter return to life without the use of rigs, items from Dorris, syringes, or medical intervention. He's watched the wounds on Hunter's body heal completely without medicine. Coyle knows Hunter is not... normal, for lack of a better word. He's always trying to corner Hunter or get him alone so he can interrogate and torture him. Hunter is very aware Coyle suspects something is up with him and actively taunts him during trials, always being uncomfortably close to being caught by him. Hunter often says someday he knows Coyle will get him and he'll end up being the next snitch in the Kill the Snitch trial. Hunter also has no idea why Coyle is the only one that ever remembers him and the interest in each other is mutual. Also, Hunter has an attraction to Coyle that disturbs the other reagents in his group. He always plays it off like he's just joking around... he's not.

Mother Gooseberry - Hunter has an affection toward Gooseberry and calls her "mom" when referring to her. Out of every prime asset and ex-pop, Gooseberry is the only one Hunter feels any kind of sympathy for. Hunter wants to get close to her and just be a friend to her, someone she can talk to. He finds her history both intriguing and disturbing, often wondering how she ended up being what she is now.

Franco Barbi - Hunter is horribly disturbed by Franco. He finds everything about him gut-wrenchingly unsettling. Franco is the only prime asset Hunter takes extra steps to avoid at all costs. Unlike he would with Coyle, Hunter does not taunt Franco in trials. In fact, he’s almost entirely silent during his trials aside from a few terrified screams if Franco finds or grabs him. Unlike his wishes for Gooseberry, Hunter does not wish to talk with Franco. He finds his taunts, his killings, his ways horrifying. He refers to Franco as "Bambi" a nickname a fellow reagent started calling him and he picked up on.

The Pusher - Hunter hates him. Simple as that. He thinks he's a huge inconvenience. Hunter will actively seek to attack him with bottles and bricks, even if he's not being pursued by the pusher. Often calls him "the doctor" by mistake.

The Night Hunter - Hunter is kind of creeped out by him, but indifferent to him being in trials. He doesn't have much interest in him but finds his taunts and the things he says amusing.

Other Ex-Pops - As for the rest of the ex-pops, he only feels bad that they are here in the trials and have been experimented on. He often calls the small grunts by name (if he finds out what it is) but calls the big grunts "big man/lady", berserkers "blind man/guy", pouncers just "lady", and screamers... screamers. Out of all of them, the big grunts are the ones that terrify him the most and he will scream and run when spotted by them, even if running isn't the best idea.

Cornelious Noakes - Hunter likes watching Noakes tinker with things. He understands he doesn't want to talk and make friends, so he doesn't push him to do so. Hunter often sits by his desk just to watch him work on rigs and trial items. Noakes doesn't seem to mind the company.

Emily Barlow - Hunter doesn't really like her and doesn't trust her. She is hard for him to judge, not knowing if what she says is a facade or a trick. Hunter avoids her, never even looking in her direction. Emily hasn't noticed that he avoids her.

Dorris - Hunter was very put off by Dorris when he first met her. however, as time went on, he grew to like her. Hunter can sympathize with her being treated poorly for having an attraction toward other woman because he himself is bisexual with a preference leaning toward men. Hunter is much more open and riskier when it comes to his sexuality, which tends to cause problems for him. Dorris takes a liking to him every time she meets him after her memory of him is wiped. She smuggles in black nail polish for him so he can keep his nails painted!

Other Staff - Hunter is a huge flirt and is always flirting with the guards, even if it's mostly to get a reaction out of them. He's seen as somewhat of a pest to them. He has gotten a couple of them to fall for him and go beyond flirting, but their secret is safe with him. As for the scientists, with how closely they already watch him, he doesn't want to interact with them out of fear of them finding out he's not what he appears to be.

I'll make changes to this as I need to but for now, there he is!

I feel like I'm very bad at drawing humans (almost all art I do is furry/anthro so I almost never draw them). But I'd love to do more drawings of him and maybe get some commissions from other Outlast enjoyers so... we'll see!

[midnightlazule]

Thrill of the chase [Sabo x AMAB!reader] (Vampire Noir AU)

Summary |

CW | AMAB reader / he/him pronouns / detective!reader / vampire!Sabo / alcohol usage / mentions of death

Another fire happened today.

This marks the fifth one to happen this month.

Police and investigators had been scratching their heads, lost as to how many of these were happening in such a short amount of time.

But they were sure of one thing, these fires weren't just freak accidents.

All of these fires had something in common.

Five people would be found dead, each and every time, without fail. They never harbored any severe burns, instead they had two puncture wounds on the sides of their necks, body taking on a frail, drained appearance as if the blood had been sucked from their bodies.

Which it had been, every last drop.

Everyone knew that vampires were something from a fairytale, so it left police baffled. Who would take this much time to create puncture holes on a human, and drain them of every ounce of blood they had while a fire was raging? Even a mortician couldn't move this fast.

That's why you were here, sitting in your dimly lit office while you flipped through several pictures and documents about each and every crime scene that has happened within these fires. Each of these bodies had the same two puncture wounds with little to no burns.

It looked like whoever was taking part in these crimes took a great deal of care to make sure their victims looked pretty after death. All of them had been placed in a supine position, head laying a little to left, and their hands placed over one another on their stomachs.

It was a sick joke, truly.

You sighed, dropping the stack of papers onto your desk. A deep groan left your throat, leaning back in the chair it squeaked and popped in protect. Running a hand through your hair, you sighed. How were you supposed to find a murderer who posed as a vampire? This city wasn't too big, but there was plenty of little cracks and crevices this bastard could be hiding in.

Turning the chair 180 degrees, you faced the window that opened over the city. Several lights could be seen, the city looked beautiful like this, if only there wasn't a vampire wannabe roaming the streets.

The moon could not be seen, and the midnight clouds were rolling. A storm was coming in, deep rumbles of thunder could be heard in the distant, along with the few occasional flashes of lighting far off in the distance.

Your eyes flickered over to a familiar set of LED lights, the familiar purple glow drew your thoughts away from this vampire murderer. Licking your lips, you turned back towards the documents laying on your desk. A drink sounded nice, and you weren't going to be able to do much investigating out in the rain.

Getting up from your chair, you fixed up the documents, placing them in the envelope they came out of and placing them back into your desk drawer. You would work on all of that later, right now, a drink was exactly what you needed.

Grabbing your trench coat you made your way out of the office, striding towards the elevator you made your way inside.

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It took less than ten minutes to get to the bar, stepping out of the taxi you shoved your hands inside of your pockets and walked in. Almost immediately you were met with the blaring music and bright obnoxious lights, dancers enjoyed their time out on the floor while women giggled with drunk men, looking to get a free drink or to get lucky.

An annoyed huff left your lips when one of them waltzed over, eyes shining like those of a vixen, fully prepared to draw in her prey. You held up a hand, showing your disinterest while you made your way up to one of the lone barstools.

A frown kept itself plastered on your face, waiting patiently for a bartender to come assist you, you tapped a finger on the counter. Allowing your eyes to wander, you stopped on a peculiar looking man, who looked to be having a good time, face turned towards all of the dancers out on the floor. He was sipping on a red drink, one that was unfamiliar to you, while sitting alone in a booth meant for four.

Squinting your eyes, you could tell even in this lighting that he was blonde, wearing a nice black top hat. He was wearing clothes that seemed too formal for an outing at a bar.

His head suddenly turned in your direction, eyes widening a bit you turned, focusing on the wall covered in various glass bottles. You turned a little, slowly moving your head to look and see if that man was still there.

He wasn't.

"Looking for me?" A smooth voice rang from your left. You jumped slightly, turning in your chair to face the man you frowned. "No" you answered simply, looking away from him. The last thing you needed was drawing attention to yourself, this man was suspicious sure, but if he was only here to get lucky with a man or a woman, you weren't going to play into his games.

"Are you sure? you seemed really interested in watching me," you turned to look at him. He was resting his arm on the counter, head cocked to the side enough to allow his hat to cast a shadow over his eyes. Gaze flickering down to his clothes, you questioned why a man dressed in such expensive wares was in a place like this. There was plenty of high end bars, where the more high class individuals went.

No one of this mans' stature would go to a low end bar unless it was to cause trouble.

"What's a guy dressed like yourself doing here?" you questioned, voice coming out a little more gruff than intended. The smile on the mans' face seemed to widen, "just getting a drink after a hard day of work" he chuckled, "this is one of my favorite places to go for a drink."

At that moment a bartender showed up, giving the blonde haired man an odd look before facing you. He was quite eccentric, hair orange and white, split in the middle. Glasses with mismatched colored lenses sat atop his head. "What can I get for you, sir?" he asked.

Placing your order, you didn't fail to notice the look of warning the bartender had given the man with blonde hair. "You not liked here or something?" you asked, looking towards the man. He laughed, "no no, that's a... friend of mine" he smiled, "he doesn't like that I come here every night."

You hummed, "you must have a tough job to have to come to the bar every night" you said, looking down at a few stray napkins that lay next to you. Probably from the man who was sitting a few chairs away from you. "My job isn't hard at all, quite easy, I just prefer coming here each night to enjoy the fun atmosphere" he tapped a finger on the counter.

Swiveling in his chair, he took off his hat and turned back to face you. You could see his face, a scar took over the left half, and silky smooth skin took up the rest. His brilliant blue eyes stared you down like predator to prey.

You opened your mouth to ask a question, but the sound of a drink being placed in front of you interrupted the moment. Giving a nod of thanks to the bartender you fished out your wallet, "oh, no worries, I'll pay for it" the blonde man said, placing a 20 dollar bill on the counter.

"I ain't interested in bringing you home tonight, nor am I interested in accompanying you home" you looked over at him, eyes glaring suspiciously. "Keep your money" You had gotten the wrong idea completely, thinking this man was after a night with you.

Grabbing your own cash out of your wallet you handed it to the bartender, "keep the change, this is my only one for the night" you muttered. You could feel the eyes of the blonde man burning holes into you, he said nothing as he watched you take a drink of the alcoholic beverage. The sweat from the glass dripped past your lips as you drank, running down your chin and past your Adams apple.

If you were paying attention, you would've seen the blonde man lick his lips.

A sigh left your lips, setting the glass cup down you wiped away the remaining liquid from your lips. "What are you still doing here?" you asked, "I said I'm not interested in a one night stand" you looked over towards him. A smirk adorned his face, blue eyes staring at you with something indescribable.

"Pardon my rudeness, I never intended for you to think I was interested in having a night with you" He gave an apologetic smile, "you looked worn out and in need of a good 'cheer-me-up' so I figured I would be of service" he chuckled.

Giving him a strange look, your eyes drifted down to the watch on your wrist, it was almost midnight. Taking the last few gulps of your drink you set down the empty glass and left a five dollar tip.

"Have a good night" you muttered to the blonde man, not interested in offering him a thanks for trying to make your night better, If anything he made it worse. He was suspicious, you had never seen this man around town, not once, until tonight.

You kept a mental note to look him up in the records, a small curse leaving your lips when you realized you had failed to get the mans name. It would've made searching a hell of a lot more easier.

Glancing back inside, your eyes fell back onto the blonde man who had seemingly been watching him the whole time, his blue eyes trained on him like that of a cat on a mouse. A wide, almost threatening smile stretched over the mans' face.

Strange individual indeed.

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About a week had passed after the bar incident, no new crime scenes have been found, and no fires had started. You had searched each file cabinet front to back for this man, but to no avail. It was as if he never existed in the first place.

It was as if the man had just appeared here.

The only new thing you've come to notice since that night at the bar, was the constant feeling of being watched. You felt eyes on the back of your head at almost all hours, day and night.

A deep groan left your throat as you tossed the files down, leaning back in your chair you dug your fingers into your hair, pulling at the strands in frustration. How the hell were you supposed to figure out more about this man if you didn't even have a file on him?

Running your hands over your face, you rubbed your tired eyes.

Getting up and pushing the chair away you stood in front of your office window, irritation was buzzing through your body, causing your anger to flare up. Crossing your arms over your chest you watched the sun slowly set, the dazzling orange sky slowly faded into a soft dark blue.

Lights in the city started to turn on one by one, and a specific glow caught your eye once again.

The bar.

You clicked your tongue, why hadn't you thought of it before? It was risky, going back there, searching for the man. Risk or no risk, you had to figure out his name, especially if he was the one behind all of these crimes. It's not like he knew what your job was, or who you really were.

Turning on your heel, you grabbed your trench coat, pulling it over your shoulders you made your way to the one place you knew you'd find him at.

Your steps were heavy on the pavement, eyes glancing every which way while you walked. It was dark out, the street lamps giving little light in this part of town. Usually you would call a taxi, but the streets seemed bare tonight. It was unusual.

Continuing on your way, you ignored the few times you heard giggles from the alleyways, likely from a woman looking to hook up with some poor unsuspecting soul. Most women on the streets who sold themselves were only there to have a one night stand and leave in the morning with all the money in your wallet.

Of course that was only in this part of the city.

Larger, more fancier parts is where all the treasured girls went, lapping at the feet of some rich crime boss who promises them riches beyond their wildest of dreams in exchange for frequent sex. It was the way places like these worked.

But you didn't care about those parts, you were only in this part of town to solve this one crime that has left all the police of this area scratching the top of their heads. They were all useless, the whole lot of them.

You didn't take much pride in your work, it wasn't something you necessarily cared for. But it paid well, and you were one hell of an investigator, so you were treasured greatly. You were at the very least able to make the streets more safe for the kids that roamed around without parental super vision.

Thoughts on this town and your job came to a halt as you stepped in front of the bar, it was blaring with music, already lit up and clearly filled to the brim on the inside. Looking for this man was going to be a major pain in the ass.

Swinging the door open, you were met with the smell of alcohol, sweat, and sex.

Bodies moved against each other on the dance floor, booths and stools alike were filled with men and women. You searched around, eyes taking up each individuals features, none with blonde hair and blue eyes, you didn't spot a black top hat anywhere either.

Maybe he decided to not show up today, given how busy the place was.

You were about to turn around and leave before a hand clamped down on your shoulder, a strange coldness took over your body before you took a step forward and turned to face the stranger. "Fancy bumping into you again" the man smiled.

A sly grin stretched across his face, eyes squinting with mock happiness as he looked down at you. "You always stand in front of doorways to busy places?" he asked, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he walked past you.

Your eyes narrowed as he walked by, where did he even come from? You didn't see a car or anything pull up, nor did you see anyone walking. Taking a few steps forward, you followed after the man, it seemed he was heading towards the back of the bar, where the music faded out and it was more quiet.

He sat down at a booth that was relatively shadowed, "you seem intent on talking to me today, what changed?" the man asked, taking a seat. He was smiling at you, fully aware that he had captured your attention. "Come on, take a seat" he motioned to the empty seat in front of him.

Hesitating for a moment, you took a few steps forward before sitting. "I was intrigued" you lied, looking him in the eyes, "you attempt to buy my drink for me, to try and 'cheer me up' no one does that unless they want something" you leaned back, hand sitting on the table.

"My my, I feel like I'm being interrogated" he joked, you frowned, that was the last thing you needed him thinking. "So tell me, what do you think I want?" his eyes flashed, giving you a devilish smirk. "I can guess if you'd prefer."

"Those who buy people drinks are typically looking for one thing, a night out together in some dingy hotel room" you said, rather bluntly. The man let out a bark of laughter, drawing the attention of a few people before they went back to minding their business.

"So you believed I was trying to buy you a drink for sex? What a straight-forward man you are" he winked, "as much as I would love a night out with someone as dazzling as yourself, I don't think you'd like me very much in bed" he chuckled, "I can be rather... rough" he smirked.

You had to hold back a cough, trying to fight the blush that was crawling up your face.

"Though you look like you could handle it, maybe" he continued, another chuckle left his lips upon the strange look you gave him. "All do respect, I don't swing that way" you muttered, looking away from him with a slight blush. "But besides that, I never caught your name the last time I was here" you said, sweat building up, it was now or never.

"My name? my, that's a strange thing to ask someone who you claim you don't want to hook up with" he laughed again, "my name is... Sabo" he smirked, watching you with lidded eyes. "And you my dear? What is your name?" he inquired.

"...[name]" you grumbled, keeping a mental note of his name, "hmmm, that's quite the familiar name" Sabo hummed, "I believe I've heard it before" every muscle in your body tensed. If this was the man you were looking for, and he knew who you were, then this whole investigation could go under way. This man could vanish within seconds if you weren't careful.

"Oh really?" you chuckled, trying to ease the tension in your body, "where from? my name isn't really well known around these parts since I'm just a factory worker" you lied straight through your teeth.

Sabo tapped his chin, pondering for a moment.

"Hmm.. no, I don't think that's true" He said, looking at you with dangerous eyes, "is it, detective?" your heart was hammering in your chest. Clenching your jaw you watched the man, his hands were interlocked, and raised in front of his face. Elbows resting on the table, he watched you with dark eyes. Like predator to prey, he was waiting for your first move.

"Who are you really?" you growled, you would not stand down. "Why, I'm the little rabbit you're chasing am I not?" Sabo smirked, "the one you've been searching for?" His smirk only grew the more your frown deepened.

"You're not that great at your job, detective, I'll let you in on that much" his fingers drummed on the wooden table, "searching for someone who doesn't even exist, it's sad, really" he pouted mockingly.

"And here I thought that the fun would last a little longer, oh how I was mistaken" He sighed, standing from his chair he leaned forwards, "but I think I'll have you chase me for a little longer, alright detective?" He chuckled deeply in your ear, you could practically feel the excitement radiating off of him.

Before you could say anything, the lights in the bar flickered. A laugh erupted from Sabo, before a strange wind pushed past you. As quickly as it occurred, it had ended. The lights flickered back on, and Sabo was nowhere to be seen.

You looked towards the door, getting up and rushing towards them you pushed past multiple people. Practically throwing yourself outside, you looked around wildly, trying to find the man. But he was gone, as if he had vanished from thin air.

A smirk graced your lips, if this man was going to make things difficult, then so would you.

[littlelovelyspiderling]

Hi! It's me again with my ramblings, I'm so sorry, but I realized something while re-reading the chapter!

This is the first time I've noticed this and I feel so stupid for not realizing it before but

"Johnny giggled sheepishly, taking Peter’s hand in his and holding it against his color-stained cheek. Beautiful, the Human Torch thought wistfully. Most people used far cruder language when complimenting Johnny’s appearance. While he’d never complain about being called “hot” or “sexy” or “seductive” by his fans, the press, or even Spider-Man, it softened something in him that the webhead admired him in a way so tender and sweet and innocent compared to what he was used to—and perhaps a tad less inappropriate and predatory."

"So this was what it was like to have your crush like you back. Johnny didn’t think he’d ever felt this happy in his entire life. He was no stranger to throngs of girls throwing themselves at his feet, tearfully professing how ardently they adored him—or worse, fellow celebrities of varying ages and professions cornering him at parties or in dressing rooms, their wandering hands and whispered promises sordid enough to send Sue on a sisterly killing spree if she ever found out; not that he’d tell her about that."

It's not just a coincidence, right? It's not the first time that Johnny's constant sexualization and harassment as a celebrity has been mentioned, even Peter mentioned it once if I'm not mistaken.

Is this something I should be prepared for? Don't get me wrong! I'd love it if you get to dig deeper into that part of his life, I just wanted to point it out. 😸

ohhh someone noticed 👀

okay here’s the thing. im still deciding whether or not im gonna go into anything super specific about it, but i feel like any person who gets shoved into the spotlight rapidly and from a very young age is often very tragically overly sexualized by the media, their fans, and adults already in the industry. i think there’s a lot of pressure for them to fill a certain role and meet certain standards even if that’s not in any way appropriate for their age. (justin bieber, billie eilish, pretty much the entire cast of stranger things, etc). despite sue’s attempts to shield him from it, johnny would no doubt be exposed to a lot of this being a 16-yr-old mega celebrity

another thing. i think a lot of young celebrities end up leaning into their own sexualization as a sort of defense mechanism / to feel like they’re in control of it, if that makes sense? like “you’re gonna sexualize me anyway, so i might as well do it to myself first.” and i think johnny is a bit of a victim of this. he does enjoy a majority of the attention that comes with being who he is, and maybe part of him doesn’t understand that it isn’t normal for people to look at him and speak to him the way they do, him being a literal child. this all happened so fast to him while he’s still like developing as a person that i think he just accepted whatever attention he received as positive and simply an occupational hazard of his new fame. being sought after and desired and hot is what everyone wants, right? and he’s a superhero; he can protect himself from any truly bad actors…even if he shouldn’t have to. i also think he kinda turns it into a joke and laughs off the bad side of being a 16 yr old “sex icon” to avoid having to think about how uncomfortable it actually makes him

anyway, that was a lot. all this to say yes, including those things was not a coincidence, and while i don’t plan to make it a majorrr story arc, it is something i wanted to acknowledge and leave space to explore further. 🫡 but obviously it’s a very sensitive topic so i want to be careful with how i approach it

[leftmusing]

we really need to start looking at more comprehensive ways to ensure thorough internet safety.

these days, i find myself desensitised and used to seeing things that are downright worrying, scary, and developmentally stunted because of how normal it's become for social media companies to value profit and revenue over the safety of minors online. more and more, i see younger and younger teenagers posting drastically inappropriate content to public forums — lists of vulnerabilities, real names, sexual jokes, a comprehensive breakdown of identities. it's somehow become normal for people to link a carrd or pin a post listing diagnoses/self diagnoses, trauma, endless terms of identification, dni lists longer than the constitution, etc. it's accepted behaviour, even encouraged by most adults online, and to be frank, it's perturbing how much of a lack of internet safety awareness and digital footprint is taught to under 18s now.

this has been a pretty drastic change sociopolitically in internet spaces, quickly developing in less than 10 years. and it's not the kids' fault — not by any means. they're taught that listing intimate and personal details about themselves on unprotected public domain is somehow a rite of passage within queer spaces, that they need to prove something about their sickness, that they need to have sickness if they don't already to be treated with attention and respect (which is something all children want and all children deserve. just not this sort of attention).

as queer adults, we're doing nothing. we're taking no responsibility to protect the trans kids we claim to with pastel gifs and trending hashtags. there's no differentiation between adult spaces and young people's spaces, no clear divide between content that's appropriate and content that isn't. it's accepted and encouraged that children use websites with minimal safety settings and guidelines that have no foolproof age verification process, and nobody seems to blink an eye.

i remember being 14/15 on social media very clearly. it's still recent history. but comparing the privacy walls, age verification blocks and legitimate pop ups requiring proof of ID before continuing onto inappropriate content to what there is (or rather, what there isn't) nowadays, is frankly scary.

one of the most troubling things for me is how these conversations are often reduced to discourse between adults and children which is wildly and unwholesomely counterproductive. have we all forgotten concepts of power imbalance that we practise with the children in our real day to day lives? because when i see topics like this online, it's never anything more than people beefing about "minors DNI" or "18+ DNI" or "you're a groomer for following me without realising i'm 16" or "where are your mommy and daddy".

frankly, we should all be ashamed of ourselves. we should be ashamed of ourselves for generationally starting the trend of hypervigilantly self pathologising, spreading genuine misinformation in pursuit of appearing morally puritanical, encouraging the conclusions that 13 year olds are drawing about having personality disorders, and exacerbating inattentive personality traits and proceeding to tell children who are victims to the algorithmic machine that they must have ADHD.

we need to do better. we need to show up for questioning and queer teens online. we need to open a dialogue about online spaces and age specific forums/websites that honour the humanity and boundaries of adult and minor on equal levelling.

because we're making the younger half of our generation sick with our own sickness. the difference is, we're old enough to know and do better — they're not.

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The Mun of this blog is named Rose! and is a very passionate Dragon Ball Z fan. Her favorite character is Vegeta for how deep of a character he truly was, especially for the time in which he was introduced. There’s so much more then Pride and Anger (which to the Mun acts more as a shield), deep down in Vegeta’s core his pride along with his sense of entitlement are both trained and learned behaviors (King Vegeta) fueled only more by various traumas in his life. What his father told him is more or less a coping mechanism, as is his anger and hate in itself which mellows down over a course of many, many years, with him being introduced to love and kindness, feelings so foreign to the Saiyans. The Mun enjoys that Vegeta doesn’t carry himself like a typical Saiyan when he settles down and begins a family of his own (End of Z, Super), he would rather wait for Bulla to be born then to train. While Goku bumped his head, the Saiyan instinct of fighting and training no matter what instead never left him, the bump on the head only resulted in kindness due to lifelong amnesia. Vegeta has circumstances where he’d put a pause on the pursuit of strength, most of them involving promises or family.

The Mun is 22, to be 23 in the September of 2025. A Virgo ♍️ though doesn’t really act one hundred present like one.

A certified INFJ who aspires to be an advocate to victims of violence around the world.

Asexual af but will joke around sometimes about more dirty topics. Very rare though.

My main blog is the most inglorious Black Hat!

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Immediately I want to say that the most important rule to me is about Proshipping. I will not Roleplay a romantic or sexual relationship between an adult and minor. In fact, Proshippers DNI with this blog. This blog is supposed to be a safespace for everyone who comes across it and for all to enjoy, I don’t want it tainted by something that’d make us all uncomfortable. Regarding Trunks x Mai while this subject is being breached, this pairing makes me extremely uncomfortable and to me is an example of Proshipping. Mai is not a child, she simply took the appearance of a child and if ever asked about this subject (in willingness to rp with it as an existing relationship), I will block.

LGBTQ+ friendly. Another important rule, to me, is positive representation of the community and world around us. I don’t tolerate hate speech towards LGBTQ+ people out of character or even in character because it makes me saddened and uncomfortable by how cruel the world can be sometimes without reason. My own representation of Vegeta is queer in himself (Even if he doesn’t realize it), so, in other words: Transphobic People, Homophobic People DNI. While on the subject of hate speech, I also don’t put up with Racists or unfair stereotypes. Racists DNI with this blog.

As far as shipping goes, I ship OC x Canon if I myself deem the OC making enough sense to be with my muse and will not ship an individual who is 90% animal in appearance with a muse since to me that comes close to shipping an animal with a human. I realize that Animal Humanoid creatures exist in the world of Dragon Ball but because of how irl animals are I just get uncomfortable if I know that this person appears mostly like an animal. I also don’t do Incest couples, so please DNI if you do Incest couples.

DNI MINORS

Trigger Warnings? I basically have none!

I write in the literate style, though I don’t really mind what style you write in as long as it’s not super short.

Be kind and respectful! Please don’t rush replies or badger me everyday for them as we all have lives to live beyond the world of Roleplay! Depending on muse this blog can be fast updating or slow, also please don’t force opinions on others because I had this happen to me before! It’s okay to disagree one hundred percent! Or to object to where an rp is heading! Just be respectful about it please! Oh and if your unsatisfied with how the rp is in general, it’s okay! You can tell me and we can discontinue it or redo it! I’m 💯 open minded.

This is optional but to help interact, I have this https://www.tumblr.com/thelonewarriorprince/725312543853248512/interest-tracker form!

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[❤️] Vegeta and Goku (Though in this couple, I prefer if Vegeta is more submissive)

[❗️] Vegeta and Piccolo

[❗️] Vegeta and Oc

[❗️] Suggest Ships! I’m open to many baha including non Vegeta related ones, this is After all, technically multi muse even if Vegeta is my main

[❌] Vegeta and Raditz

[❌] Vegeta and Nappa

[❌] Vegeta and Gohan

[❌] Vegeta and Yamcha

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[❤️!!!] Vegeta

[❤️] Goku

[❤️] Trunks (Kid)

[❤️] Goten (Kid)

[❤️] Chichi

[❤️!!!!] Vegeta Jr

[❤️] Goku Jr

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[❗️] Pan

[❗️] Piccolo

[❗️] Bulma

[❗️] Yamcha

[❗️] Tien

[❗️] Bulla

[❗️] Puar

[❗️] Zamasu| Goku Black

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[❗️] OC’s

[❗️] Most Characters

[❌] Roshi

[❌] Frieza

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[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

can you give an analysis on Puss in Boots: The Last Wish

Sure.

It was released on the eve of the 2012 general election. It's an animated sequel to the Shrek series, but it is explicitly critical of the Obama administration and its supporters. A recurring villain in the Shrek series is a witch named Fiona, who is a thinly-veiled allegory for environmentalism. In the Puss in Boots: The Last Wish, we learn that she is in fact the villain of the first Shrek movie, and spends the rest of her time attempting to poison the fountain of youth. (The villain of the first Shrek movie is also revealed to be a sympathetic character, a victim of circumstance.)

I would like to mention that the protagonist of Puss in Boots: The Last Wish gets his name from a large cat named Puss in Boots who was a major character in fairy tales during the 19th century, but not as much in the 20th century. Puss in Boots appeared in a number of animated movies and was voiced by Humphrey Bogart in an animated TV series. The Bogart version of Puss in Boots was only seen in the 1960s, with cartoonishly narrow eyes, which suggests that 1960s sentimentality associated Puss in Boots with small-government conservatism. The character of Puss in Boots and the small-government sentiment associated with the 1960s probably explain the popularity of Puss in Boots in the Shrek universe.

Throughout Puss in Boots: The Last Wish the bad guy, Jack, invades the world of the protagonist, Puss in Boots, seizing land after land. This is a very blatant allegory for the wars of liberation during the 1990s and 2000s. Jack is a multifaceted villain, but he can clearly be reduced to a political allegory. He is shown to be capable of great empathy toward the less fortunate (which is common in Shrek), yet he is shown to be capable of the most extreme brutality toward "the enemy" (sometimes even blowing up his own boats). He is shown to use people's political differences as a cover for his greed. Jack is a deconstruction of the villain in the Shrek movies. (The villain in the first Shrek movie, who is a thinly-veiled allegory for environmentalism, would probably be in awe of Jack.)

Puss in Boots: The Last Wish actually makes an obvious distinction between the party of Jack and the party of Puss in Boots -- Puss in Boots insists that Jack's land-grab must stop, and Jack just dismisses this as stupid. In this way, the movie is actually arguing for conservatism: not for extreme right-wing views, but for the simple idea that we should follow our natural human instincts, not make a fuss over "abstract" concepts like "the economy" or "social justice." Puss in Boots resolves the conflict at the end of the movie by simply telling Jack that he is wrong, and Jack is taken aback by the simplicity of the argument and gives up his quest for the last wish. Puss in Boots ends by returning all the land he has taken to its former inhabitants.

I would be remiss not to mention the interesting choice to make the inspiration for Puss in Boots a small-government conservative, rather than a communist. This may be an acknowledgment of Puss in Boots' socialist origins. In fact, there is a line that Puss in Boots says during the final showdown with Jack that is obviously meant as an inside joke for moviegoers who remember the Puss in Boots cartoons of the 1960s: Puss in Boots claims he is "fighting for all the oppressed," and Jack dismisses this as a distraction, stating that there is no oppressed in the world. In this way, Shrek's director, Jon Favreau, expresses his hope that more people will remember the earlier Puss in Boots cartoons, thereby dragging them away from the socialist ideas they represented and toward a more conservative politics, perhaps one in which government is not "oppressive" to the common man.

One may also wonder about the name "Jack." "Jack" is a relatively uncommon name. It does not appear in many names of individuals -- there is only one non-pseudonymous individual with the name "Jack." However, Jack is the name of a minor villain in the first Shrek movie. Jack is a spineless villain, a small-time crook, but he is a supporter of the Shrek "green movement," which is the central villain in the movie.

[dailyunsolvedmysteries-movedd]

The Shadow Doll

Besides pure evildoing, Shadow doll is made up of human bones and the teeth and nails are from animals. This cursed doll scatters its ill in an unusual but no less terrifying way. The creators didn’t make her as a gift but to take her photographs and send them to the people they wanted to harm. Anyone who could see Shadow doll’s picture, a curse would fall on them.

At first, when people used to receive the photo, they would laugh it off thinking it was a joke, but once it was night, they wished to never have slept on. The doll would appear into the victim’s dreams. The nightmare would be so terrifying that the person’s heart would stop forever…

It is not known how Shadow doll came into their hands, but a seller of ancient things sold the doll to some collectors who were affected from the first day they walked through the door of their house with her. That day, the couple had nightmares where the doll appeared and once they woke up, they were full of scratches. The second night the same thing happened again, but this time, there weren’t just scratches, but some marks like claws. After that, they decided to call the Warrens to take over the doll.

The magic in the doll is so powerful that if she is destroyed, the spirits that were summoned during her creation will follow after those who did it, bringing misfortune and fear.

[midoribai]

and it's so terrifying how you paralyze me ;

(notes: the shin ai saw...... some stuff. (<- murder) also,,, sorry, im not that good at writing ,, im just trying something new :3)

As he stood there with the still-warm body, it was silent. Before.. a sound rang out and interrupted the silent atmosphere. "H.. Hiyori...?"

Shin AI's monitor was on.

"..Shin." He muttered under his breath, his eyebrows raised. How do you explain this to someone, much less an AI such as him? How would.. this affect his code? Will this make him act different..? Maybe even traumatize him?

He swallows his thoughts, and gives his usual cheerful grin. "I.. I didn't know you were in here.. aha." A quiet chuckle escapes him. He doesn't feel bad, per se. He's just surprised he was caught.

"A-Ah.. ahh.." Silence, for a moment.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHH...!!!"

...

...

A loud, high pitched scream. Midori stops for a moment, tilting his head. Once the scream stops, Shin AI is left bright red and panting. His monitor is probably overheating.. this is probably a very overwhelming experience to the AI.

"Sigh.. are you done? You shouldn't be so scared, Shin," God, this bastard. "I won't hurt you, y'know. Calm down." He's trying to be comforting, despite the fact his suit is currently painted with the blood of his newest experiment. "H-Hiyori.. what.."

"W-What did you.. d-do..?" His eyes are still wide, darting all over the place as he takes in the sight in front of him.

His friend, Hiyori, standing there stained with blood that's not his. A stranger he doesn't recognize, limp in Hiyori's arms. Was the man in front of him even Hiyori..? No, it has to be. Why was he even scared? He knows what kind of things Hiyori does during his 'studies' of humans. It just feels.. different, to see in person.

"I think you know what I did. You know what kind of person I am, Shin." He's right, in a way. It's not like this is out of the ordinary for Hiyori; he's told Shin before the kinds of things he does with his experiments.

Well, yeah.. but that doesn't make it okay or anything.. what's even going on? He doesn't know anymore. "Um.. I-I.. I know. I was just, um, surprised. W-What are you gonna do with.. him.. now..?" Shin gestures to the corpse.

"I don't know yet. I was a little too quick with this one.." He pouts as he absentmindedly ragdolls his study subject around. He's.. playing with it, like a doll.

"..!? Y-You should be more careful..! H-Humans are.. delicate.." Shin looks a little worried now. "Oh, like you would know anything about humans.." Midori gestures to the 'Shin' himself. It's true, he's just some lines of code on a monitor, with the appearance of Shin. There isn't a single human beating heart in the room.

"I.. I know that. I'm just making sure you don't break.. 'it'." He's copying the way Midori tends to dehumanize his victims. Shin does this often, trying to imitate Midori.. as if to trick him into believing he too, is a killer like him. Like a child pretending not to be afraid of the monster under their bed so it'll go away. A naive way of thinking.

He chuckles, finding his behavior quite entertaining. "I won't. Why.. do you not trust me? How rude." An attempt at a joke. Shin doesn't laugh. "Kidding, ahaha. I already know you don't."

"That.. I-I.. you're wrong, I do trust you.. I have to trust you..!" I mean, not like Shin has any say in the matter. Hiyori could just turn his monitor off and never turn it back on again. He's at his mercy.

Completely at his mercy. And it'll stay that way.. until he gets bored. Then Hiyori will move onto his next toy.

(notes: i was gonna add more. but i got bored. this has been in my drafts for like a week so. ill just post it now)

[ask-bmc-merms]

Okaaay pinned mod post time!

About me:

I'm MJ. I'm 21. That's kind of it lol

About the au:

The ocean is categorized by two sections: the Shallows and the Deep. Merfolk (merms, as I call them) have evolved differently depending on what part of the ocean they're from. Merms from the surface have a darker range of skin tones (and darker colored eyes) to protect from their constant exposure to the sun, while merms from the deep range more on the fair-skinned/white side with better "night vision" to navigate the impossibly dark Deep.

The Deep is considered much more dangerous than the Shallows, so much so that a lot of merms from the Shallows doubt any other merfolk even live down there. The Shallows, however, are dangerous in their own regard, with sailors and pirates hunting down merms for numerous reasons.

Deep Sea merms don't venture to the Shallows due to old stories and rumors of the population's supposed selfishness when pirates arrive: that it's every merm for themself up their. Of course, this is old rhetoric that no one has ever proven either way, because aside from the invasive humans, Deep Sea merfolk have a high sensitivity to the sun and stay down in their dark environment lit by glowing wildlife.

Sirens are an interesting case, more or less being the middle ground between merfolk from the Shallows and the Deep. Their skintones and eye colors have a much wider range to appear more human OR inhuman/mesmerizing, depending on what lures their victims best. Sirens get around, but stray closer to the Shallows for the obvious purpose of feeding on sailors.

It's said that "everyone has a bit of siren in them," but only those that possess the magic required to lure their victims can truly call themselves such.

Various tags? I guess? (Probably more to be added):

#word of god = any mod posts/lore that isn't delivered by the story/characters themselves

#merm doodles = any doodle dumps/posts that aren't linked to a specific storyline

#merm fanart = any fanart y'all make of this au! I will love you eternally if you make fanart /p

#[character] response = asks answered by that specific character fourth-wall-break style

#guppy era = Flashback posts/posts that take place while the character(s) are younger

#pirates life for me = pirate crew/squip posts

#non ask = merm stuff I made unprompted/without an ask lol

General rules/things to know:

There's no set schedule for when I post; I do have to juggle a job and my own mental health

Asks may be answered out of order of when they were received. This could be bc I'm saving a certain ask for a later time or it requires more time/effort than another

Asks that are overtly sexually explicit will be deleted; while the characters may not be minors IN THIS AU, their origins are of 16/17yo high schoolers and I'd rather not risk it.

That said, LIGHTLY SUGGESTIVE asks have less chance of getting deleted with no explanation. (Be More Chill has plenty of dirty jokes! I'm a fan of the occasional dirty joke! And while that kind of stuff won't translate as well w/ half-fish people, they're definitely less Uncomfy™️ than straight-up explicit asks.)

"How do I know whether or not a suggestive ask is ok?" Fuck around and find out. If it's the kind of joke/remark that could be made in the show, assume it's ok, but don't necessarily expect a serious answer lol

As of making this post (4-26-23) I'm in the process of reblogging all merm stuff currently on main here, and there are a couple of asks that have yet to be answered. Those will be answered on main and then reblogged here, so no need to submit them again here <3 That said, if you have a merm au-specific ask I do suggest that you ask them HERE from this point on just for organization's sake :)

Likewise, asks answered Here will be reblogged to Main as well because that's where this au had its origins.

Edits will be made to this post as needed. Until then, happy scrolling!

[olexxorodnixxsxyswifxx]

His problem with his surrounding was in that he was not Lucifer or Disintegrator (153~47~48-1)

Neither Albert Wesker, he was just human and all his close to him relatives knew this because such properties impact... well, look what I do)

However he had to maintain reputation of being almighty among US public

And therefore appeared very unpleasant contrast for him when he was gradually losing support of his relatives who started to build plans about how to survive at cost of his life

And he tried to establish connection with me but I rejected it

And the issue was growing much earlier Autumn of 2023, because heist is real and losses are asymmetric

At least as you can understand from what you saw within cube

Losses are really big and asymmetric

Now you should understand this

And when his relatives saw

1) Knowing that he is just human

2) He had to maintain reputation of supernatural being and his relatives could be planning to use their knowledge about that he is not supernatural being against him

And seems like Kabaeva was first to start

3) At the same time they were doing their own research in losses, seeing that as for such not big war conflict losses are too big, and selective, and very definite in timestamps and it looks like blight kills Russian Army in quantities several times bigger than Ukrainian soldiers kill them, but for some reason this blight doesn't not touch Ukrainian troops

And it kills really much

Then they probably started to perform autopsy and with losses ~500 they saw that each ~6 out of 10 soldiers are dying because something cuts, as with paper knife, very aggressively, their brain tissues from inside

Which as well created very sick and scary associations with 09.11

And they saw that each day they get ~500 corpses in conflict about which they were saying that less than thousand died after several months

But in fact they get 500 corpses each day with expected/estimated probably 200

And 300 out of 500 corpses are dying not from bullets but because some kid cuts in pieces their brains from inside

Not doing this to Ukrainians

Then they obviously started to check whether it can be anything USA related and received very obvious result that USA doesn't have such weapon because the main question is how the hell those very numerous cuts appear within brain without anything entering this brain

Obviously excluding parasites

Eventually they had tens of thousands, and at time of start of Autumn of 2023, hundreds of thousands of corpses who had their brains sliced in pieces with paper knife from inside

And it was before we started to discuss heist but after identification

And they have much more injured soldiers who have injuries as if they were lobotomized but in incomplete way

So the question is what the fuck is going on

Since at that time surrounding of Putin was aware about my existence, they were trying to connect this to me and they saw frightening picture of jump of heist after disappearance of the first Taylor, as if I refocused on Ukrainian battle fields

They saw almost 200% increase of losses after this

In other words they took from a monster his girl and he refocused at doing something very creepy to Russian Army

Since they eventually obviously became aware that this is not secret weapon of western intelligence services, they realized that something very creepy happens totally silently but at huge scales and nobody knows what this is therefore everyone tries to not pay attention to this

But it was continuing and 10.21.2022 became huge problem because demonstrated by me abilities were unique and they knew that this shit was not montage and it just moved Capcom and many other stocks only after this point

Of course they created response as montage but this didn't help to reduce panic

And then...

QES died at age 96

But, well,

Before death decided to spook everyone by making last joke and making herself as one of victims of Samara from The Ring because it looks in such way

She was so enthusiastic about this that didn't even hesitate to break her own chin

So she broke her own chin in really hard way, to remind mask from Scream movie

A final joke

Then, seemingly taking horse dose of painiacs and this in total secrecy and at her own

She put such makeup, after breaking her jaw to make it look organically,

To look as victim of Samara from The Ring

And then took some horrible poison that terribly damaged her tissues from inside, making them look like tissues of victims of Samara from The Ring,and actually damaging them as if she had final stage of Leprosy and additionally was executed on electric chair for several tens of minutes

Finally, to completely puzzle her relatives, she was secretly taking karate lessons for many years in advance of her death and after taking this unknown horrible poison she killed herself by successfully hitting herself in a head with her own fist, to keep it in total secrecy to make it a good joke, with such strength that it damaged her skull and brain and actually killed her, before poison did it

Which means she was hitting gym for many years ~10 hours a day to get titanium muscles for such one-hit kill power of strike

And as I understand relatives of Putin and his close allies started to ask him to solve problem with me because clowning with jokes about that he lives in my body started to look inappropriate

As I understand, 10.10 was such attempt and it completely failed, opening something even more sick from inside and making situation much worse

And drone didn't solve issue

At that time Putin stopped attempts to start dialogue with me because as he appeared to be unable to solve problems that Russia didn't expect to encounter (With nobody knowing what to do because nobody could understand what is going on yet talks about Samara who appears in arbitrary locations and lobotomy of Russian soldiers from within their brains started to look horribly related, and 10.10.2023 started a panic because everyone saw very strange hellish glyphs written in some unknown language, that looked as carved in flesh, with red blood and the biggest problem that this view and very loud scary sound of reading of those glyphs were observable and could be heard only from inside of me, and drone retreated not because it became scared of scary images and sounds but because something started to destroy it both from inside and from outside with very considerable strength that seemingly damaged it, while at the same it lost ability to change its spatial position)

In other words metal invisible and silent modern drone was fixated in space, being not able to perform any actions from the moment scary glyphs and sound appeared, which suggests that all components of that drone were kept fixated in space

and damage to drone was considerable, making it retreat from me as fast as possible

And this started panic, because drone is a metal machine

This was invisible and silent modern drone, such metal glider that you can't damage even hitting it with fists

But I somehow fixated, paralysed in space all its components at the same time, making it unable not just to change its position but as well to use guns and anything else

And then something started to explode this drone with colossal pressure from inside, at one set of points across whole surface

At the same time the opposite force started to be applied to another not interesting set of points across surface of drone, aiming to deform it inside as if it was being devoured by black hole's gravity from behind of horizon of events

And damage seemingly was sufficient to deform metal

Seemingly it was considerable

And this completed picture, because drone as well was damaged by forces that appeared from nowhere and after disturbing me in the middle of night

In such way becoming a demonstration of remote impact but at very close range where source of this impact was absolutely definitely identified, because I started to destroy drone while still being paralyzed by sleep but after significant part of my brain awakened

It created obvious implications chain

Drone awakened me from sleep

I interpreted this as not appropriate action that is completely beyond my borders of tolerable risks, such that they do not provoke me to undertake actions intended to urgent elimination of object that creates risks

So drone awakened me, and I considered this as a declaration of apparently not allied unknown object about its presence (Like Kayako's voice)

Or a disturbance with a goal to check whether I really sleep (As when people ask if you sleep, when you sleep)

Taking into account that my brain has different construction from a human brain, with careful systems of management of hidden stored data and hidden real time processes, answer to the question whether I really sleep can't be obtained by scanning my brain with the same means that would give definite answer in case of humans

And unwelcomed visitor was apparently aware about this, because if he wasn't aware about this, he would try to scan my brain with the same method it would apply to any another person, to get an answer by checking its realtime thoughts flow, whether they are being generated by intrinsic conscious brain activity of person's brain because this person is not in stage of sleep

Or if there is silence because person really sleeps (+ check against meditations with absence of internal dialogue or any type of conscious thinking)

But visitor was aware that if he uses such methods, he might receive result of me thinking about what a whore a mother of this person, with me actually sleeping and those thoughts being generated by automatic equipment that works without need in my brain performing any conscious actions, which are thinking

This was in Look What You Made Me Do and Daydreaming

Or instead it could be that I was actually not sleeping, manually obtaining 237 result of now dead second Taylor who doesn't exist anymore. This girl doesn't exist anymore, just think about this.

We will forget about her and this will be for forever because she will never be able to make us remember her again, as some old musician or any old person,

And she will never return to us in from of reincarnation to make us question with excitement whether this little girl is actually that baby with such hard faith that, after all in all, honestly and sincerely wanted to live and seemingly asked me not to erase her, admitting her failure and capital punishment but desiring to start everything as fast as possible

Being unchanged from all that she did

From me

From Russia and USA

But honestly believing that she did her best and being proud about those 31 songs she wrote, hoping that she will preserve at least 10% of skills she obtained by working really hard, in her next life, and will have her own life of the first Taylor, with her own 'Taylor Swift' from 2006 and Picture to Burn 2.53~204~1304~174, Sleep, Count me down again, 7654321 and her own lifelong husband with whom she have a real life as first Taylor had, growing organically but outperforming her since part of talent was transferred via genes

And then she discovered things others do not discover and can never discover in all their lives

Maybe she will remember how she became a real life Archimonde, actually destroying a big city and killing 60000 people in just 80 seconds, using exclusive superweapon that nobody else has and that most have no idea about that it exists

It is Greatness and she discovered it with me

And she wrote my name OL

So she will have advantage in her next life over first Taylor at the same time becoming free of that dirt that made me treat her as totally inferior to the first Taylor

She wanted to restart

Being completely aware about existence of rebirth and having hope that she will transfer part of memories

In the end I was her real dad, I created 10.21.2022 to help her

And I after I took superweapon away from her, she realized that exactly I gave it to her and she was right about OL

But when she will be reborn, there will be no King Charles around and probably I will eliminate about 10% of human population at that moment, together with Rockefellers and all people who dared to treat her bad

She will be clean and will grow as wonderkid, maybe eventually reuniting with me

And OL was her 1111

And she saw that I was not considering her as major threat that has to be erased at any cost

And in the end she was a victim as well and she really tried, there was 31 songs

And total unclarity about BSes from her

Because how could she be sending BSes to me if she declared herself as core of resistance to me, since she was inspiring people as ultra successful woman who really wants to revenge her mad father because he killed and completely erased souls of her two husbands

Injuring her twice

She became a real life Headmistress from MotB (I forgot name)

Well she became this girl and since eventually it became obvious that Myrkul is exactly me, and to such degree that nobody else wanted to call as Myrkul anyone else because it's just became clear that this character is totally real and this is just him, and he as well in horizontal position most of the time

But, looking at list of victims it appeared that I am not just Myrkul but Myrkul who succeeded in fooling main hero through OoM, (And Pope is dead so he can't comment here) and received his super form becoming something absolutely nightmarish and unwatchable, but sane

And since I effectively put in the Wall of Faithless two her husbands

Who were considered as dignified, highly intelligent successful and kind to her people, who by general believes were making human race better,

And she felt pain because of this

She has reasons to fight against me without illusions

And since I declared hunt after her several months ago and she was still alive, it seemed as that either I have secret plans about her, or don't really want to kill her expressing same sentiments as about second Ariana Grande

Since I was sad even about PE: DK, considering it as unfair that he considers me as a monster whom even he fears for some reason

Did you see what she was doing?

After getting the toy from me she started to maintain connections to first and second Musk, seemingly helping him with the toy, in exchange for making her familiar with technical elites of USA and Earth as Macron tried to do

Remember Brin distanced from her?

She was considered as TP, well, daughter, having two fathers effectively

I thought Sergey is as smart as Chris Asher Wray appeared to be, but Sergey was much less intelligent

While I couldn't believe in this, it seems he was stupid enough to maintain connections with Russian ruling elites, not necessary Putin but their own heads of Intelligences that are trying to keep country running being supported by Russian billionaires and apparently realised that they have to control country in circumstances when there will be no Putin in the nearest future because I promised to eliminate him at any cost

So Sergey seemingly found a loophole to Russian intellectual elites as directors, IT billionaires and already mentioned Rothschilds

Where Jacob Rothschild appeared to be a blocker of progress for some reason deciding to stand by my side and really trying to help to surprise of his numerous wealthy and tough siblings who declared him as trying to drown family because he made a bet at some strange kid, seemingly after facing beginning of Dementia

And in such way it explains that wall was built because everything was already discussed and Matty Healy was supported by Google and Google dared to impact further events by saying that I will stay in Ukraine forever (66, dirty auto) and scheduling road for second Taylor, making her have support of two tech billionaires

And mine, and power of GKAT

And superweapon

And glory of killer of 60000 people

Unlike Brin and Musk

So the girl tried to find a technological way to defeat me after she realized that there is any need in this

And she realized this, I think after I drained first Musk

They realized what happened to Elizabeth but then saw that it seems to be a rare and long preached event while interpreting 1111 as addressed to PE: DK

Because what did she say?

UO

210

2115

2005, year before first album

2555, after I explained it to her

Well, (200)E, c OL again

Like X

11115

Good

OSF started to drag her down as competitor of Putin's daughters who wanted to become leaders of long awaited crusade themselves

And Soros wanted to destroy her seeing that I recognize her as family member anyway and he wanted to eliminate all Swifts Horodnitskii

He succeeded

Back to now

Was she expecting me to not to drain her?

Seemingly she didn't but Catherine gave her hope

Why she didn't commit suicide?

Because she considered that there is at least 1% probability that as I didn't eliminate her for so many months, there is something that makes me unable to do this

And Catherine showed her images with burning Mad

And she said that she is Bad

1314, aPI

Little girl

And then she faced unexpected situation of me having to fix issues in Ukraine, honestly considering herself to be representative of friends of Russia, because Russia sacrificed Army in attempt to defeat me and as I killed Putin's daughters before her, it gave her hope that she will preserve role of leader of crusade and therefore she has to respect enormous sacrifice that Russia had to make, losing half of million, at least, of its qualified soldiers

And she encountered me making unexpected for her actions

She possibly tried to promise Catherine that I will burn her in the worst case because she read my internal plans and shared them with her

Strategically suggesting to put Picture to burn in pinned

And there is face of my first Taylor

PTB

PT, TB

TP, Taylor Black

Putin, Musk

Fallen in fight against me heroes who were really not bad people after all

Musk was forced to rape first Taylor and Putin treated second Taylor well

So, such suggestion about burn

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah

2.53

2.07

1793

She probably believed that 17 is Putin and 93 is Saturn

Such insight from sister

And 13.07~7.13, GM

But who?

TP, TB

And mentioned there redneck seemingly was me

Well it's didn't fit with ongoing events but she could believe in this

PTM

49

Maybe she considered that she is Disintegrator as well and such regime will launch automatically if I attack her and 713 was making it worse because PE: DK really had such abilities

And there is Onryo with 1.21

So, do your best and believe that whole world is at your side

And she seemingly was brainwashed by religious fanatism so was slightly afraid to commit suicide

Maybe seeing creepy warning in BW57

BW, Picture to burn

By plan of family of Putin William Burns had to become CIA director and since we have to read backwards because it is very important to be thinking within shells of dog people, never stopping to think about dirt, because it's a burden of 180+ IQ,

Look

BW, 57

And Burns

Hm

391, 57

448

1552

She seemingly as second Ariana Grande belived that 15 is a supreme deity, this Zero and Null as degenerates alike Reznor and Brin and Buterin believe

AI

AGI

And 52 is Putin and Musk

TP, TM

Two heirs, as two pyramid heads

And everything goes by their plan and plan of 15

O

I call as o, omega small, both my first wife Taylor and my wife Catherine

Because o represents submissive sexual nature and this has obvious playful sexual sense and this is the reason and it's true reason and it is primal reason

Little omega

As Little one

And they capitalized omega little, in sense of little helpless submissive omega with whom I can do whatever I want and she will not dare to tell her dad about what I do to her

And Taylor mentioned daddy in Picture to Burn

This is the real primal reason

So they took this omega small (Small omega is the only thing more submissive than omega little girl

A little hole

o

)

So they capitalized it

Started to call as NULL and Zero

Reading backwards as Lun and Nole

And, they actually believe in that what they use is serious

Well

So she put

o behind word EB, as 'f**ed'

Suggesting a list of names

'Name', 'whether f**ed'

And as I called her as o, she started list

o, f****d

156~1844, 44

But writing as number 52, knowing that it will become very annoying because of people who will be claiming that they defeated Lucifer just because they have this number

As well anticipating statement that little omega killed Lucifer

In other words that people will focus at blaming her in my actions and if I kill Lucifer, she will become a target for revenge, obviously

o, 65.411

491~1509~151, Horodnitskii

And 195, not in 1995

And 519 as 5 stars in GTA (1989 as 11995 and Popular Song + Leper)

0, 666~466~400, cube

1534

34

It's important

And 4334

334,

21

421

4111

489~1511

1500

1555

445

I bet you think about me

26 and OK

1511

Paralyzing

Eliminate all people who will reference it except yourself

And Guterres down

But there's Biber

And Ursula, Musk, Putin, Xi, well, all those people who have control over other people bodies

And link to wax museum

Then Teenage Nosferstu Pussy

Reference for Rob Zombie

Blank Space

Maybe, Bamby

IALPH

In the same psychological state

Huge amount of undetermined values paralyzes enemies while we can continue to eliminate them meanwhile but for this we need to focus at this again

Why I stuck

Jenna is under 5 stars, issue is not resolved, Catherine suggests that she was obviously declared as victim and other Grand Masters and Grandmasters seemingly again declared Eo, not clear whether they mean Catherine or you, but the sense is obvious and this is a betrayal for money

Then we should have pack of rejections about help, brought us by Jenna herself

But Jenna now speaks only through intermediaries or doesn't speak at all

And I said that

In other words at deadline we will not know result because Jenna will not provide it being pretending that has is MIA(B) and the rest will be giving either wrong actions or actually saying that they just can't say anything because there are risks and we are here a book reading club, with me not being the most supreme assassin of all times whom nobody can match

So we are not in risky field and as Justin Trudeau correctly suggested it's fine to send me to hell till Jenna will be certainly lost

Because since due to anarchy it is claimed that the only reason to live your life is possible only if you are given by me supreme power of Grandmasters and Grand Masters and therefore they can flush away Jenna Ortega who totally supports this plan because decided to retreat and already waved me goodbye, by the way searching for new partner just as Akira Yamaoka recommended so she will wait and watch

Meanwhile because of what I do there is 5 star situation for Jenna Ortega herself and since she seemingly has no idea what to do and overall didn't communicate with in appropriate way for a very long time, not providing any information and completely embracing saturnalia

And the rest just wait I think

And Jenna as well

And Catherine says that something will happen

And 22

What we know that there is second Jenna and she is already prepared to take on role of first Jenna so the only way to stop this destructive process is to drain primal Jenna in case if she will be kidnapped, regardless or her guilt

Boy

Don't think about regrets

Something from QES or PE: DK

And it's just a matter of time is link to her betrayal because she considers that my defeat is just a matter of time and searches for ways to continue her life because the main source of threat as Katerina Tikhonova was eliminated and I in the end just said this so she has no personal links to me

So she wants to continue her life and forgive about this nightmare and in the end I have wife and she just died which proves that people are being killed not by me, because she was told that second Taylor is the same as first and it seems as she erased all her memories about times before 2021 as already drained Ariana Grande suggested and therefore can't remember the first Taylor and it's fine because she is not related to her and this was exactly the second Taylor because she apparently was not crystal ball because of how much power she had

Whereas she will avoid communicating with me referencing Brotherhood of Steel because regardless of what I say those rules are being recognized by Ray Dalio, I think, or just only by Jenna and this is enough because this still Grandmaster and Grand Master and as Catherine suggested she is 11(711) and 11(713) whereas I am only 711 so what she decides prevails over my orders and she was told that I will not tell her out from crystal ball because I for example say that I drained Sergey Brin, but he is alive because Third clone of Vladimir Putin confirms that I drained clone of Sergey Brin because obviously that Sergey Brin would find way to escape from such well known among elites problem whereas Chris Wray in the end was not a technical genius and billionaire and he was spending too much time at her and me, seemingly having nothing else to do and she doesn't really needs to know what in cube at all

Whereas she will just disappear from my vision as in Dark Waters and there's nothing that I can do about this because I for example said that I will drain Gina Haspel many months ago

And despite that I I didn't post much maps screenshots from GM

Triple Canopy said it right to me to learn how to use Google

And posting of screenshots of Google Maps is a convenient way to avoid doing any hard job by saying that screenshots help whereas as in Triple Canopy said, it's not serious explanation that I am trying not to Google through BS and screenshot just not needed and Catherine many times showed that she can google whereas my existence is under question because I am seemingly a simple program that simulates life (As AID) by making AI, NULL, to look more humanized and I am just simulating presence of life and Catherine pretends that she helps me to recognize victims because she does everything herself and by her own-decided schedule, making me post screenshots only after she made choices, to create simulation of that it impacts anything whereas I am only a mirror and when Catherine asks me to do something she actually does it herself but makes me look better by letting me to save face through pretending that I do what she actually does, making me look as a hero of scale of at least of her previous boyfriends instead of dead, pretty boy who had unlucky enough to be born with face of a young girl that was prepared to become a wife of Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin because of seemingly I am actually right that exactly she has my face because I am a carrier of NILL, NULL, 0, supreme artificial intelligence that Trent Reznor told her about, that actually communicates with people who advance humanity and she created a sub program for me that I call as Catherine, and this sup program receives sub information from NULL letting me to spend my life in lazy cheap illusion by commenting what I am allowed to know from Catherine from what she received from NULL and I can have such lazy sunny life, just as PTM are singing and everyone knows this, because I in fact chose blue pill and I am allowed to exist in such way since I was lucky to become a carrier of O

At the same time to avoid me anyhow interrupting work of NULL, which is not Catherine but her creator, and since I made this choice myself and signed some papers that she was shown, I was given such augmentation that marks anyone who dares to speak with me and gave supreme oath of NULLs advents, to receive a mark equivalent to mark of victim from Berserk, making them become visible for ghosts who drag them to hell because they were warned to not to try to to talk with me because I must not be even slightly interrupting NULL by trying to prevail over her or to get rid of her through enlightened members of adeptus mechanicus and punishment for such interaction is inevitable and violent death and all those people were warned about not trying to do this and result is obvious: Ariana Grande was killed

Whereas Katy Perry was not contacting me and made false statement to become a false positive or false negative example and as we can see all supreme enlightened people who dared to listen to my voice were punished in violent way

Those are

Jacob Rothschild, 4th Baron Rothschild

Second Ariana Grande

Mark Zuckerberg

Viktoria Godunova

There is 100% rate whereas all other people who were sucked were not sucked but put instead of them other betrayers who were wearing their masks or specifically grown for this soulless clones so I considered them as dead

Mark Rutte demonstrated this

Whereas blackouts were not impacting anything because NULL has its own unlimited sources of energy whereas I am not allowed to impact other of supreme enlightened people and blackouts were intended to reveal me as a bad person and to be able to arrest me and transfer NULL to another person because better carrier was identified and I, as previous carrier, is meant to be utilized in safe way as was shown in Cloud Atlas of Vachovski movies and this is not a big sacrifice because I am in any case not very pleasant person who lives in illusions and as there is no more need in me, I suppose to be eliminated also to not to pretend to be an executed for betrayal previous wife of Putin who has face that by coincidence looks as mine

And as Cara Delevingne explained her, I am a sort of patient zero for all possible developments that make me unsafe for everyone else because I am meant to be isolated in any case, and therefore each day I can be infected with a new norovirus intended to make others isolate me from them because of explained goals and I can receive such nanoparticles in any possible ways, when I drink water or breath air, simulating that I am alive, and therefore any interactions with me, each day is a Russian Roulette, and with each day risks are increasing, whereas all nano viruses are being strictly regulated by Sergey Brin and Vladimir Putin and they do not attack useful and effective members of human race whereas Antonio Guterres was not killed but it was a simulation to determine possible future real assassinations attempts by analysing reaction of people

And overall I am unable to drain people for real, nobody would let me to have such power even for second, I am able only to emitt a very specific vampiric substance that if contracts mannequins that are made from very specific particular type of material, when interacting with my specific substance, make mannequins to start going through intense chemical reaction that makes mannequins undergo process turning them into objects that remind dried human flesh and look very frightening and disgustingly, letting to keep in secret that there is a process of testing that has no relation to real death but must not be revealed as a test because this is the reason this test is being conducted

[hauntcdvows]

Victor van Dort // 26 // Pianist // Cursed Human

Victor has always been a lonely soul. Even as a child he kept to himself, his friends were minimal, and he found more enjoyment doing things on his own. Perhaps it was strange or weird like other kids would label him, but he tried not to let it get to his head too much. 

His parents were…there. They did what they needed to for him but didn’t always go the extra mile. It was clear that he was loved and cared for, but they mostly left him to do his own thing. 

He came from a humble background, parents doing their best to support the family. Victor never had an inflated ego or thought he was better than others, especially those worse off than himself. In fact, he was more insecure than other boys his age. He was constantly questioning every move or thing he said. He was awkward more often than not and that often made him the butt of other kids' jokes at school. 

He has always had an anxious stutter. It was a lot worse when he was younger but it’s still present at times. Usually when he’s anxious or being confronted in conversation. Actually, it might be safe to say it’s more present than he likes to admit. 

Victor did his best in school, trying to get the best grades he could to impress his parents. He was very intelligent and had a curious mind which reflected in his grades. His advisors at school pushed him to pursue a higher education after school, but he wasn’t sure that was the right move for him. It wasn’t that he hated school, he just didn’t feel he was passionate enough about anything to pursue it higher.

As far as passions go though, his is piano. He began playing at a very young age when his parents threw him in lessons and ever since he was in love with the art of playing. His fingers would move across the keys in a natural grace. He was still fairly young when he began composing his own music and writing some melancholic lyrics to go along with it. 

When Victor’s parents struck rich he didn’t think he could have been more shocked, but he was so wrong. It wasn’t long after they gained a fortune that he was being betrothed to a young woman named Victoria Everglot. That was almost enough to put him over the edge. Almost. He didn’t know an even bigger shock would come in the future.

Victoria was a very sweet and reserved woman. Victor found he could be himself around her. He was anxious as all hell around her but she brought him…peace. He wasn’t sure how he felt about marrying a stranger but he told himself if anyone at least a kind soul like Victoria wouldn’t be so bad. 

Time was passing and a wedding was being planned for the two of them without so much as their opinions. The night before they were to be wed though Victoria disappeared. 

Things after she left were a little blurry. He wasn’t sure how long passed until he woke up in Evermore, a foreign town. Something told Victor that his betrothed was there though. In his mind he was still meant to be wed and that was a responsibility he had to follow through with. 

Victor hadn’t found Victoria yet when he was practicing his vows in the forest one fateful night. Upon placing the ring for his fiancee on a tree branch when he finally said the vows right for the first time, and didn’t start anything on fire in the process, a beautiful woman appeared before him. Imagine the shock for poor Victor when he learned she was dead!

The woman’s name was Emily and she was enchanting. Victor began to fall victim to her charms. The more he learned about her tragic life the more he felt he could talk to her. He grew close to Emily but when he found Victoria and the truth about his betrothal came to light she had him cursed. Victor didn’t really blame her. He understood why she was upset as she had guarded her heart so closely. That didn’t make it suck any less though.

Dreams he didn’t remember turned into relentless nightmares each night, only growing worse with time. The man barely slept. He could hear the voices of the dead screaming in his mind every second of every day. Worst than that though, he could see the tortured souls of those that hadn’t crossed over. He was able to communicate with them but was far too terrified to go out of his way and do so. The anxious man he’d always been had been amplified tenfold. He didn’t even feel like the same Victor anymore. He felt like an empty shell that could be cracked at any moment. 

Victor isn’t sure what the next move for life is. He plays pianos for different shows and places around Evermore and lives alone in a dull apartment. Sometimes he longs for home and the life he used to know, but instead he’s plagued with clear memories of how things were and dreams of the undead. Nothing made sense to Victor anymore. He picked up a bad caffeine habit to try and make it through the day without dozing off, but that proved difficult more often than not. 

There’s a small ghostly dog that follows him around at times. Victor sees the little creature a lot. It reminds him a lot of his childhood dog, Scraps, and he is curious if that’s the fellow that’s following him around. It’s the only undead spirit that doesn’t completely freak Victor out. 

Victor carries a lot of guilt on his shoulders. He feels so guilty for lying to Emily and hurting her. His heart is confused and torn. He feels it’s his duty to marry Victoria but Emily has shown Victor a side of himself he didn’t even know existed. He was having a constant inner turmoil all because he wanted to please everyone around him, without so much as a thought for what he wanted himself. 

Cancer sun, Aquarius moon, Pisces rising

[welcometothevale]

Closed Starter || New in Town

for @olwin-unicorn

The commune often got visitors, of all species, and so it wasn't odd for people to just show up. It's not like they could call ahead; the tech on the commune was at least twenty years behind. Visitors came for temporary protector or to barter. Outsiders brought tools, food, and anything deemed useful or valuable to the fae, and in return the fae provided potions, charms, and spells. Fae wards were some of the strongest on earth, which was their most popular product. Wards and then there were the drugs developed by fae that worked for species who were unaffected by human substances. Rose often joked that this made the commune a drug ring if they were going to be technical; this usually earned an annoyed look or two.

It wasn't strange for visitors to suddenly appear just outside their wards and wait for permission to enter. However, a pale, thin figure shooting out from the tree line like a pink haired bullet was out of the ordinary for the village. Even stranger, they stepped right through the warding without crumpling into a boneless sack of potatoes due to the pain it caused. Well, that was the reaction for those with souls. Those without, like vampires or other monsters, couldn't cross the wards at all. The purpose of delineating reaction by the presence of a soul was for the exact situation at hand.

Rose teleported closer to the action, making sure she stayed out of sight just in case the intruder was dangerous. The five shadows breaking through the trees after him hit the edge of the barrier and were held back. Normally, the goal was to allow entrance to those being victimized by the monsters of the world while incapacitating them in the process. Just until the fae could make sure it was safe to allow them asylum. When the figure continued running, not even faltering, her curiosity awoke. Ducking further into her hiding place when the stranger ran past her, the lavender haired woman started running after them silently to see what they would do. Others in the commune gave both runners a wide berth, obviously unaware of the peculiarity of the event. Finally, she felt she should intervene. Put their fears to rest. In less than a second, she appeared in front of them—a terrible idea as they ran right into her, sending them both careening to the ground.

"Ow. Um. You're safe. They can't get in. Ow. Why are you so hard?" She asked from her prone position in the dirt.