#and then when he gets older he has regrets

[childishshroom]

I’m not the best at fic writing, or writing these characters/series in general, but i just had to get this idea out into words!!

(Lost my original draft of this cause of device dying, but i will prevail :[ )

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As Danny and the gang were walking down the side walk coming back from school, he suddenly sensed that a large amount of ecto was nearby, but that was impossible, there was only shops and a couple of random, far away people coming across the side walk towards them. And there was definitely no way it was from anyone he knew, he would of recognized it almost instantly.

‘Maybe its just a fluke? some random ambient patch of echo or something!’ He would start justify to himself, but that feeling never disappeared, in fact, it did the opposite, it only got stronger the longer he walked. And once it was strong enough he realized what kind of ghost that ecto would come from.

A revenant. One of — if not the most — violent, vengeful, short sighted, and all around pain in the butt to deal with, type of ghost. Of course, due to this fact, Danny quickly started looking around for the source of this negative ecto, sweeping over the shops, cars, manholes, and finally over the people they were about to pass, the ecto seemed to be concentrated around them the most, so he started looking them over, there were two of them.

There was a short woman, who probably somewhere around 25, sporting an almost fully blue outfit with the eyes and hair to match, leaving just her glasses being sort of purple tinted. Danny noted that she has roughly the same amount of ambient ecto as some just random, run of the mill paranormal hunter, if not a bit more then one, but nowhere even close to revenant levels of the stuff.

So, that leaves only the other person walking besides her.

He seemed to be a tall, pretty bulky guy, who looked like he couldn’t be that much older then 20, wearing a nearly full black suit, black and white what seems like gloves, and a pinkish-purple tie, matching with his purple hair — which, sure is an odd choice, but this is amity park, Dannys seen weirder. — anyways. Danny soon realized that he couldn’t really see the mans eyes, and that he seemed to be walking with a sort of lightness in his steps, not too dissimilar to when he himself walks around as phantom. But hey! Maybe he’s just a surprisingly light guy, who knows.

Getting back to business, he realized that while seemingly having similar levels of ecto to his companion at a glance, he had a MUCH higher level then her if you actually focused on him. So of course, he was Dannys best guess as to who the revenant might be.

But there was no way it was him! Revenants attack anybody and anything almost completely blindly, say’ from they’re target who they go after with unbridled rage. But this guy was literally just walking down the street, chatting with his friend, little to no rage, no vengefulness, not even any disappointment! Not to mention the fact that he at least looked human, revenants usually looked like strange, floating skeletons more then humans!

But Danny’s trail of thought would quickly be cut off by him spotting the weird — you could almost call it an aura — around that guy, purple, misty, and unmistakably ghostly.

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ANYWAYS!!! Thats it for now cause its 3AM on a school night and i am already regretting my decisions!

Might add more later if the ghost motivation’s future hits me hard enough, i think doing Lewis’s/Vivi’s perspective of this would be fun! :))

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[antinousletmehit]

More toxic older brother antinous to remind you guys he’s not an amazing brother

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Y/n stood in front of Antinous, fuming, her arms crossed so tight it was a miracle they hadn’t fused together. “You’re being unreasonable!” she snapped. “I barely did anything!”

Antinous, towering over her, seethed. “Barely did anything?! You snuck out, got yourself almost kidnapped, and now the entire hall is talking about how the prince is your little sweetheart!” He threw his hands up. “Are you trying to ruin me?!”

Her face twisted in fury. “Oh, there it is! It’s always about you!” she mocked. “Gods forbid Antinous has to deal with consequences! Maybe if you weren’t such an ass, I wouldn’t have to sneak around!” That was it. Antinous’ patience snapped like a bowstring. His voice dropped dangerously low, his expression dark as a storm cloud.

“You keep pushing me, y/n, and I swear on the gods, I’ll send you off to marriage faster than you can open that mouth of yours.” The words slammed into her like a slap. Her whole body froze, eyes widening as she searched his face for any sign that he was joking.

He wasn’t.

She clenched her fists, her breath shaky, but she refused to let the tears burning in her eyes fall. “You wouldn’t,” she whispered, but there was the smallest quiver in her voice.

Antinous crossed his arms. “Try me.”

She glared at him, chest rising and falling with angry, uneven breaths. Her lip trembled, but she bit down hard on it. Then, without another word, she spun on her heel and stormed out, shoving past Eurymachus, who had been watching from the doorway, sipping wine with the world’s biggest smirk.

He raised an eyebrow as she disappeared down the hall. Then he turned back to Antinous, who was still steaming. “You do realize,” Eurymachus mused, taking another sip, “that if you marry her off, she’ll make it her life’s mission to make sure you suffer, right?”

Antinous exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. “…Yeah,” he muttered, already regretting his entire existence.

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She sat on the edge of her bed, glaring daggers at Antinous as he stood by the door, arms crossed like some self important king. “You’re not going anywhere,” he said flatly.

“Why not?” she snapped, fists clenching.

Antinous leaned against the doorframe, expression cold. “Because women aren’t meant to be seen when they’re ugly.”

Silence.

She stilled.

The words hit her like a punch to the gut, knocking the breath right out of her. She felt her face burn—first with shock, then with rage. “Excuse me?” Her voice was dangerously quiet.

Antinous didn’t waver. “You heard me.”

Her whole body tensed, nails digging into her palms. “Ugly?” she repeated, voice trembling with fury. “Ugly?!”

Antinous sighed, rubbing his temple like she was some difficult child. “You look like you’ve been crying all night, your hair’s a mess, and you’re still in that—” he gestured vaguely at her loose, wrinkled clothes—“so just stay in your room until you look presentable.”

She saw red.

She lunged at him, shoving him with all her strength. He barely stumbled back, but she didn’t care. “You absolute pig!” she shrieked. “Is that all I am to you? Some decoration you get to hide away when I don’t fit your standards?!”

Antinous didn’t even flinch. “You’re being dramatic.” That only made her angrier. She grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it at him. He dodged, looking at her like she’d lost her mind.

“Get out!” she screamed.

He didn’t move, only sighed, shaking his head as if she were some unruly child throwing a tantrum. “Fine. But you’re still not leaving this room.” With that, he turned and slammed the door behind him, leaving her seething, fists clenched so tightly her nails nearly pierced her skin.

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The suitors were lounging in the grand hall, drinking and laughing, the air thick with the smell of wine and roasted meat. She sat stiffly at the table beside Antinous, her fingers curled around her goblet as she tried to ignore the chatter. She had only come down because someone had stolen one of her bracelets, and she was determined to find it.

Unfortunately, her brother had other plans.

Antinous took a leisurely sip of wine before suddenly slinging an arm around her shoulders, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You know, it’s funny,” he mused loudly, “for all her little tantrums, my dear sister still can’t do basic things women are supposed to do.”

She stiffened.

Eurymachus, lounging nearby, perked up immediately. “Oh? Like what?”

Antinous grinned, tightening his hold on y/n when she tried to squirm away. “She can’t sew for shit.”A few suitors snorted.

“Can’t cook, either,” Antinous added. “Nearly set fire to the kitchen once.” Laughter rippled through the group.

Her face burned with humiliation. “Antinous, shut up—”

“She’s also terrible at keeping her mouth shut,” he continued over her, ignoring her protests. “Gods help whatever poor fool marries her.”

“If she gets married,” Melanthius chimed in, smirking. “No man wants a wife who acts like a little boy.” She slammed her goblet onto the table and shoved Antinous’ arm off her shoulders. “At least I don’t reek of wine and desperation like you lot,” she snapped, shooting a glare at Melanthius.The suitors hollered with laughter. Eurymachus, grinning, leaned toward her. “You sound awfully sensitive, little y/n. I thought you wanted to be one of us.”

“Not if it means being a brainless sack of shit like you,” she spat.

The laughter only grew, but Antinous chuckled darkly, gripping her chin between his fingers and squeezing her cheeks. “Watch your mouth, little girl,” he murmured, his tone patronizing. “Wouldn’t want anyone to forget you’re supposed to be a lady, would we?”

Pandora wrenched herself free, glaring daggers at him. “You’re the worst.”

Antinous simply grinned, ruffling her hair like she was a child. “And yet, you’ll always be my baby sister.”

Y/n, seething, stood up so quickly her chair nearly toppled over. “I hate you.”She stormed out of the hall, ignoring the laughter echoing behind her. Antinous, still smirking, leaned back and took another swig of wine. “She’ll get over it.”

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She stormed through the empty corridors, her fists clenched, her vision blurry with unshed tears. The laughter from the suitors still echoed in her ears, Antinous’ condescending smirk burned into her mind. She hated him. She hated him.

She turned a corner and collapsed onto a bench, pressing her hands over her face to muffle the angry sobs breaking through. She shouldn’t have let them get to her. She should’ve fought back harder. But Antinous always knew how to humiliate her in just the right way, just enough to make her feel small.

Footsteps approached, hesitant at first.

“…Are you crying?”

She groaned and lifted her head, wiping her tears quickly. Telemachus stood a few feet away, arms awkwardly crossed, looking at her like she was some wild animal he wasn’t sure how to approach.

“No,” she snapped.

“You definitely are.”

She glared at him, but another hiccupped sob slipped out, betraying her. Telemachus shifted uncomfortably. “Uh. So. Why?”

She hesitated, then muttered, “My brother’s an ass.”

Telemachus let out a dry laugh. “Yeah, I know.”

She sniffled, looking away. “He humiliated me in front of the suitors.”

Telemachus sat beside her, but left a considerable amount of space between them. He seemed to think for a moment, then awkwardly patted her shoulder twice—like one would pat a stray dog. “There, uh… there, there?”

She scowled at him. “What the hell was that?”

“A comforting pat.”

“That was awful.”

Telemachus threw up his hands. “I don’t know how to deal with crying people! What do you want me to do?”

She sniffled again, rubbing her eyes. “…Just sit here. Don’t talk.”

Telemachus shrugged and leaned back, staring up at the ceiling. “…So you’re really upset, huh?”

She shot him a glare.

He raised his hands in surrender. “Not talking. Got it.”

And for once, they sat in silence.

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Antinous had always been overbearing, but lately, it had gotten worse. She barely took a step out of her room before his voice snapped through the hall. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

She froze, already feeling her temper flare. “To the courtyard. Not that it’s your business.”

Antinous scoffed, stepping in front of her. “It is my business when my idiot little sister thinks she can just wander around unguarded.” His eyes narrowed. “Did you even ask me first?”

Her jaw tightened. “I don’t need to ask you for permission. I can go wherever I want.”

Antinous let out a sharp laugh, completely unamused. “Is that so?” In an instant, his hand gripped her wrist, tight enough to make her wince. He leaned in, lowering his voice. “You don’t get to do whatever you want, y/n. I don’t care how grown you think you are—you belong under my watch, and you’ll do as I say.”

Her face burned with frustration, but his grip only tightened when she tried to pull away. “Let go,” she hissed.

“Or what?” His tone was mocking. “You’ll go crying to one of your little friends? Maybe to Telemachus?” His lip curled. “Is that why you’re so eager to run off? You wanna go play with your little prince?”

Her face twisted “why do you always do this?”

“Do what?”

“Act like you own me!” She tried to yank her arm free again, but he held firm. “You don’t control my life, Antinous! You’re my brother, not my master.”

Antinous scoffed. “Then act like my sister instead of some little brat trying to shame me in front of the others.” He finally let go of her wrist, but only to jab a finger at her chest. “Do you think I enjoy keeping you in line? That I want to waste my time cleaning up after you? Everything I do is to protect you.”

“Protect me?!” She let out a bitter laugh. “No, you just want to control me! You don’t even care about what I want, you just—”

“Shut up, y/n.” His voice was low, dangerous.

She froze, her breath catching. Antinous’ gaze bore into her, his expression unreadable. But then, just as quickly as the tension rose, he let out an exasperated sigh and shook his head.

“You don’t get it.” His voice was softer now, almost tired. “You never will.” He turned, walking away as if she wasn’t even worth the argument anymore.

She stood there, fists clenched at her sides, her chest heaving with frustration.

And the worst part?

Somewhere, deep down, part of her still wanted to chase after him.

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@simpformoonkight

[starglow-xx]

𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘺 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

(𝘯.) 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵

the nakajima atsushi collection of “the love of an older brother” series

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ synopsis: he’s had a terrible childhood, and is in no condition to take care of himself much less a newborn, but he’ll do everything it takes to make sure you’ll have the childhood he’s never had

having a baby sister pt. 3 !!

(platonic!) older brother! nakajima atsushi x baby sister! reader

characters: tanizaki junichiro, tanizaki naomi, miyazawa kenji, izumi kyouka | type of work: head canons | pt. 1 | pt. 2 |

a/n : i have risen from the dead! hope u enjoy!

mini guardians time ✧˖*°࿐

when the agency adults can’t watch you and neither can atsushi, it’s lucky that there’s still some people who can! let’s see how things work out…

tanizaki junichiro ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

he's already a big brother so what could go wrong?

many, many things

he’s genuinely a good caretaker but smth always happens idk

nothing bad or like dangerous but like clumsy and or inconvenient little mishaps yk?

but the thing is, it’s never his fault

things just happen ™

“u-um tanizaki-san why are u and my sister covered in formula?...”

“please don’t ask atsushi-kun”

It’s like in those cliche movies where there’s like a character that just has really bad luck

once he was feeding u and the nipple of the bottle just popped off somehow

so like the responsible young adult he is, he cleans up the mess and goes to change you, but right after he changes you, like 5 minutes later you end up needing a diaper change, so he undresses you again to change your diaper only to have to change your clothes again after you spit up some milk 10 minutes later

it only really seems to happen to him and boy is tired

his favorite times are probably when he’s on baby duty and ur sleeping

1) because he doesn’t have to deal with those poor mishaps and 

2) no one bothers him when ur sleeping

yeah sure u have a baby car seat thingy but he also uses the carrier thing that get strapped onto you

kunikida makes sure dazai isn’t near him so that u can sleep which means he doesn’t get dragged into what poor atsushi-kun got dragged into by his mentor

not his circus not his monkeys or whatever the saying is

another plus ranpo-san can’t send him on any errands bc the president (god bless him) forbade him 

and yosano-sensei can’t try to bring him into her office when he gets a papercut or some shit

he’s terrified even when he knows she’s joking

anyways, all in all a pretty solid 8 or 9/10

tanizaki naomi ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

usually the one taking care of u when everyone else is pretty busy

she and haruno-san love to buy u cute little outfits to dress u up in

maybe goes a little overboard…

“n-naomi-san isn’t that a little too much..? and my arms are getting tired…”

“nonsense atsushi-kun! she looks darling in everything!”

started to play peek-a-boo with u and lowkey regrets it a little bc u want to play for what seems like forever

just mindlessly yaps to u while she works and u just sit there in your little carrier car seat thing with a rattle

atsushi fears when he and tanizaki come back from some sort of errand or mission bc well…yk naomi

“jokes” abt how ur like her child and him coming back from the mission is like him coming back to take care of his family…

…yeah atsushi snatches u right out of that situation very, very quickly

but despite those…uncomfortable moments, atsushi genuinely trusts her with u

he’s glad that you’ll have a somewhat more normal female figure to look up to (sis/bro con thing aside)

your other options are yosano and kyouka and well, while he trusts them with his life and care abt them sm…

…scary sadistic doctor lady and innocent yet impassive and scary little assassin does he need to say more

…or actually now that atsushi thinks about it, maybe haruno-san should look after u more…

anyways

a solid 8/10 on atsushi trust scale

miyazawa kenji ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

teehee finds u cute

all the kids loved to play with him back in his village bc he was so strong but he’s never looked after someone this young before

he gets along with old people pretty well, but yeah hasn’t hung around babies much

when he goes around town to just help out the old folks, he brings u along since he knows that they like to see u too hehe

everyone literally needs sunglasses to look at you both

it’s too bright

likes reading children’s book to u

especially when it’s abt farmers or smth on a farm since he can share his own stories too

Is very fond of singing the old mcdonald had a farm

introduced u to his cow and kunikida nearly had a heart attack seeing it in the office

“(y/n)-chan this is a cow! just like the one old mcdonald had! remember cows go moo!”

“kenji, i can take over watching (y/n)--WHY IS THERE A COW IN THE AGENCY?!?!”

got scolded by kunikida but got saved bc dazai was giggling so kunikida went to strangle him instead

besides ranpo and dazai, tbh kenji is the one that give kunikida the most heart attacks bc unlike the other two where kunikida knows they’re joking (he hopes), kenji genuinely doesn’t know any better (for the most part)

“kenji have you seen–WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

“oh! hello kunikida-san!”

“kenji why are you throwing (y/n) up in the air like that?!”

“oh! I heard it’s a thing people do”

“NOT WHEN THEY’RE NEWBORNS”

“but she’s still all bundled up! and look she’s smiling!”

“....”

a solid 7 on the atsushi trust scale

izumi kyouka ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

means well, but like kunikida…

is just a little stiff

“k-kyouka-chan you can breathe…”

“...”

anyways

like dazai, is curious about u and just watches u do ur thing (which isn’t much but yk, it’s the thought that counts?)

but sometimes she stares…just a bit too intently

“ne ne atsushi-kun…is kyouka-chan okay?”

“...i…i’m not too sure dazai-san…she…she’s starting to scare me a little…”

yk how when she gets excited or amazed, her eyes sparkle amd stuff, that’s what she’s like when u start to giggle, babble, or coo

buys u a little bunny plush that matches hers!

now ur both bunny buddies ⸜( *ˊᵕˋ* )⸝

while getting the hang of watching over the baby, she does over time, begin to relax a little, but there was this one incident where you, her, and atsushi were walking through the city, you in atsushi’s arms when someone accidentally bumped into him and in like .2847309 seconds kyouka had her blade out

atsushi profusely apologized, bowing again and again for 5 minutes while kyouka stood behind him with an impassive look on her face as she held you

protective mama bear instincts 1927402/10

can even give kunikida a run for his money

(not that he has much given how often dazai steals his wallet…)

speaking of money

is lowkey excited for when you can start eating solids and have other things besides formula bc she can have tofu with u at tachibana

atsushi will mourn that day bc of his poor wallet

overall, just adores being with u

and bc of the fact that she and atsushi dorm together, she gets to spend more time with u!

although, in her eagerness to do everything…

sometimes it leave atsushi with nothing to do (・_・;)

nonetheless, thinks it’s endearing the way she cares for u

no matter how intense she can be (￣ ￣|||)

another solid 7/10

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[ngage2003]

✰ Some of Gage's Tim Wright DID Headcanons/Ideas (DIDeas, hey get it?)

Ok so I have talked a fair bit on my blog about Tim being a system, but I wanted to make a post real quick talking about several ideas I have around his systemhood bc I am going crazy and need to share them.

✦ Hey! If you like this and want to hear more about my Tim system stuff, check out my tag #ng.systim.

Alright, so I think a lot of/most of Tim's system has been around for a very long time, as in he doesn't split too often. Usually when they do, parts end up getting reabsorbed, leading to a very small system count that the active parts are aware of.

(Of course, there are always some parts hiding in headspace/the subconscious, but they're impossible to find unless they want to be.)

I think Tim's system doesn't have a headspace in the stereotypical sense, and generally when they're not fronting, it is sort of like they're asleep, though I think people like Masky would object to that characterization because he doesn't ever really sleep/dream. Usually when he goes to bed, Tim wakes up.

✱ Speaking of "Masky"! I have talked about this a couple times but I think he would end up going by the name "Angel" after hearing about the concept of Guardian Angels, as that is literally what he is to Tim. I also see him as a sort of "Protector" archetype, having formed probably around the same time that Tim did as a young child and acting to take on dealing with the trauma for him.

I think Masky's femininity comes from the fact that they (the system as a whole) as a young child idolized their mother as this protective force, this bulwark that was impenetrable and fierce and powerful. They tied all that to her femininity to some extent, and when Masky formed, they were feminine because that was what they associated with strength and protection.

I think Tim and Masky are somewhat equals though, but Masky is also deeply in love with Tim in the way only a protector alter can be. "My purpose is to keep you safe and I love you for it." It is this genuine deep affection, and I think if Tim were to discover Masky, there could be some proper feelings returned eventually after the initial scare.

"Ok but if Masky loves Tim so much why does he work with Brian and get their leg broken??"

Well, I think Brian was both of their first best friend. Whenever Tim was overstimulated and/or scared, whether that be by people or an upcoming final, Masky would front. Brian obviously didn't know this and was just like, "huh wow my buddy Tim is being weird and quiet!" And his kindness left a profound effect on Masky.

Early in Marble Hornets, Masky visits Brian's house regularly despite him being long gone, locking it when he isn't there. Yeah it is a mess, but its being watched over.

I think Brian approached him after Jay got the tapes to ask for his help. I think before then, Brian was in hiding but this isn't a post about him. I think despite being a protector, Masky agreed to help Brian because of how kind he was to him, a mistake he later fully rescinds when Brian causes Tim to have a seizure.

Masky deeply regrets this, and is in turmoil after it for the rest pf the series, leading to their spotty fronting besides protecting Tim in Entry 65 after once again being triggered out by seizures.

Ok that is enough rehashing of other older points lets talk about the idea of— ✱ Other Parts

I think its very possible that Tim at least has a little alter. I haven't given it too much thought, but I think there is stuff hidden around their living space for the little¹, crayons and pencils and spare papers, these doodles hidden under the bed. I also think they have a stuffed animal from when Tim was a kid at one, something Tim keeps meaning to throw out but always ends up back in bed.

[1] An alter/part that earnestly believes they are and acts younger than the body. They aren't real kids but often will experience distress at being reminded of that or not treated like a kid, and generally will struggle with emotional reasoning or processing stuff, as a child might. Often they're the most protected members of a system.

I think there is probably several points where they accidentally front in front of other people, but Tim's little is very anxious and quiet, leading to them being undetected.

I could honestly see them fronting while Tim and Jay are living at motels for that brief period of time, and Jay just being confused why Tim suddenly got emotional and started crying a bit and not communicating. (The little doesn't have their plush and is upset.)

Jay ends up sitting with him and rubbing his back, and it feels like such a crazy thing to do with Tim of all people—stalwart, endlessly brave Tim—but Jay does it, and it helps.

I think Jay doesn't mention it tomorrow because he doesn't want to upset/embarrass Tim and quite obviously, Tim doesn't remember.

I think Tim's childhood stuffed animal is a dog of some kind, and he simply forgot to bring it.

Alsooo I do not think Tim's system really has introjects²? (I say this mostly because I don't know what the fuck media they'd be from lmao.) But I do think there is an alter which holds more of the musical talent between them all. Not all of it, but they just remember more. I think they also know how to play piano along with ukulele and if given the chance they'd love to make little ditties to impress people.

[2] Alters whose personalities are based off of an interpretation of a character held by another specific alter or the general subconscious. Sometimes they think of themselves literally as the character but not always.

I don't have a name for them, as I don't really either for the little, but this bard I think would enjoy dressing a bit more colorful than Tim usually does.

Also could see them having a very aggressive persecutor³-trauma holder alter who split off of Masky during when they were in the hospital. Generally I think Masky was even more aggressive during this time due to his system feeling so threatened and dehumanized and him feeling powerless to protect/take care of them, and it resulted in a very harsh split after Masky lit the fire in the hospital to escape. This led to them "chilling out" a bit for college, but also a very aggressive persecutor who lurks in the back of their mind.

[3] Put it simply, a protector who doesn't know how to be a protector. Persecutors are often very angry about the trauma and very hurt, leading to them lashing out and trying to reenact trauma or push people away or whatever. They tend to be very emotional and hurt, and its important to empathize with them as a way to help them heal. Unfortunately no one in systim has done this yet.

I think their appearance in headspace would almost be sort of fiery/charred, this representation of retribution and anger that lashes out when anyone gets close. I could see them also having a mask since they split off from Masky, and were this product of futile rage that developed into something new! Though also obviously their mask would look a bit different. I dunno, that'd be fun.

(For us, if alters split off from one another like that, like if they're a part of that alter which splits off or a specific trauma, they will often look to some degree similar!)

I think they would very rarely front, at least on their own. Masky would be very cautious about that, and about them hurting the body or other people by lashing out. Because even when Masky is helping Brian or angry, he usually still has somewhat enough of a mind to be careful and deep down his main priority is Tim. (Though he doesn't always behave wisely/good and we loveeee a flawed protector 😁)

Anyway yeah those are my main thoughts I am a bit tired rn lol I might rb this with more later I hope you enjoyeddd

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Friend - @moonwater-microfic – 300 words

...why is my mind so angsty right now? *sigh* Sorry guys.

„What did you mean ‚just a friend’? Are you… are you embarrassed to be with me?” Remus looked heart broken, and Regulus has never regretted using that word more than now. “No! No, you are the best thing that ever happened to me! I would never be embarrassed about you. It was… it was just a slip. I panicked and didn’t think.”

The way Remus’ face fell even more made Regulus cringe internally, now realising how much worse he just made it. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“You didn’t mean to say that your knee-jerk reaction is to deny our relationship?” His voice is small yet void of emotion. The older boy no longer looked heart broken, just… empty. There was only one other time Regulus had seen him like that.

“Should have known that trusting another Black would just end the same way.”

The raven flinched like he had been slapped. He had always hated when somebody compared him to Sirius, but this was definitely the worst of all times. “Rem… love, please.”, Regulus tried get closer but stopped when the other took a step back.

“Maybe we should take a break. Then you won’t have to lie anymore about us not being together.”

Desperation was rising in the younger, his heart hammering in his chest. “You don’t mean that. Please, tell me you don’t mean that!”

But Remus’ eyes were telling he was. He was ending things, because Regulus had been so stupid and told his friends there was nothing between them, betraying him when he had sworn he’d never.

“I guess I’ll see you around.” With that, Remus turned around and left the empty classroom they were in. Regulus was able to hold himself together until the door clicked shut, then he broke down in tears.

[starman-john-tracy]

Pink Hair, Does Care [RP]

@scramjettracy:

The sight of John’s rage collapsing in on itself and leaving a small pale ball of insecurity was like a bucket of ice water over Scott’s slightly giddy enjoyment of the Sudden Overwhelming Pinkness. The rush of guilt made him shiver… some big brother! His initial concern had been for Gordon - having been on the receiving end of similar tricks, he knew full well that the prankster wasn’t cruel enough to do anything that would cause more than short-term inconvenience. The immediate priority therefore had been to cool down the fiery reaction until John remembered that - to deter him from doing anything too drastic before he did. Angry-John could take very good care of himself and his preferred methods of revenge tended to be subtle but extensive. Unforgettable… But the shocking pink had blinded him to the fact that Angry-John hadn’t even entered the room today. Only Terrified-Insecure John with a scary mask on. Scott slid out of his chair and landed on his knees next to John’s, resting a hand on the arm of the chair he looked up into the flushed, LOST looking face of the little brother he’d tried to persuade so very many times that the mean kids were losers and not worth his tears. “It’ll come out.” “What if it doesn’t?” “It will. There’s a heavy duty shampoo we got when Alan had regrets about his attempt at red - it’ll fade it out in a couple of washes. You just might look a little blonde for a while…”

Anguished eyes watch his older brother crouch beside him, and, maybe with just a little of the hereditary Tracy Drama, John dumps the full weight of his forehead onto Scott's shoulder to hide his face. The sigh that gets breathed into the fabric of big brother's shirt is hot with misery.

John wonders if the fact his hologram doesn't just pass straight through is as weird for Scott as it is for him.

"Blond I can probably live with," John mumbles into the fabric, keen to avoid Scott's scrutiny. "...I've got an astrophysics lecture to give in Edinburgh in two days, what was he thinking."

John gets enough whispers as is; the son of that famous, billionaire ex-astronaut who wasted multiple degrees and an exceptionally promising placement with NASA to go off and do who knows what with his time. Squandering all that fortune, living as a recluse, the last Tracy brother you'd ever see at events. And sure, he's got the typical Tracy jawline and handsome eyes, but John's well aware his face is just a little thinner, more delicate, than his brothers - that his red hair and their mother's beautiful bone structure make him seem a little alien. Unapproachable. Weird.

John's mind may be purely logical, but his traitorous heart stutters from beat to beat.

"You don't think I'll have to-" and John hates to suggest this, "-cut it short?" It's exceptionally hard to picture himself with nothing but a buzzed layer of fuzz, but anything has got to be better than facing a room of Laser Communications majors with pink hair.

"You know I'm going to divert the hot water away from his shower for this, right?" John doesn't really think Scott'll try to stop him - Revenge On Gordon is practically a collective Tracy pastime. It's just unfortunate that Gordon would probably notice if John switched their shampoo bottles over. The kid would look just swell in matching neon.

[lenievi]

a thing about Sam Kirk is that he wants to impress his father so much that he is becoming his father even though he, like Jim, must feel all kind of feelings about Kirk Sr., especially since he never really had time for his kids, and since Sam seems to scoff at how old-fashioned Kirk Sr. is

and what does Sam do in order to impress his father? Leaves his family - his wife and kid(s) - behind.

[joleneghoul]

Im sorry i get like its a continuation of the previous game so as the PLAYER you may have sympathy for Solas and want to save him but from the MAIN CHARACTER standpoint of datv why would Rook of all characters feel any need to do so by the end? Like unless u romanced him in inquisition, it's not like the inquisitor puts up a huge argument for him.

I dont even feel like the regret memories add to his defense much from Rooks perspective, esp with some backgrounds.

Like theres multiple times characters are like "rook trust us he isnt actually bad" but never addresses what he did to Rook? Narriatively why would Rook give a fuck what other ppl are saying when they lived first hand his worst? U cant even have conversations with ur team abt what happened really from Rooks perspective. Weird.

Oh well just something to expand on in my head ig.

[kiingbiing]

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[rivilu]

ok you know. the Ellu in dav crossover au is very fun but i am a little bit enchanted by the concept of him AND Rynn at once. Best of both worlds in a sense.

[lunaicfantastic]

my controversial™ steddie take is that I think eddie would never have short hair, actually

[hoperaypegasus]

Just statistically speaking here, not all these kids can have absolutely insane parents/guardians like Gingka and Hikaru have with Ryo. 

Like, we know Madoka’s dad runs B-Pit so he’s also a mechanic, but have him also be just an average looking dude. And Yuki’s grandfather might have been an old astronomer obsessed with beyblade, but like have none of his coworkers have believed him with the legendary blader thing. Because let’s be honest here, if your really old floor supervisor said a mythical star was going to chose the next saviors of the prophecy, you would not believe them.

And also, make some of these people have nothing to do with beyblade. Like absolutely nothing. They’re are so confused at what these kids are doing, but are trying their best to be supportive. 

For example...

Kenta’s mom? She’s a waitress at a really nice restaurant downtown and sometimes brings home extra deserts for Kenta.

Kyoya’s dad? He owns his own small real estate company and still also works as an agent a lot.

Hikaru’s mom? A nurse who ended up falling sick and dying from a disease she was working to heal.

Nile’s sister? Oh, she currently works as a seamstress as she’s in law school to become a family law attorney.

Demure’s grandmother? She was teacher who worked especially with language learning.

Julian’s family? Huge tycoons in manufacturing, especially in the car and vehicular industry.

Sophie’s family? She actually comes from a line of famous fashion and costume designers, commonly featured on Broadway and Hollywood.

Wales’s family? They’re old money from the oil industry and work globally to expand their company to this day.

Chao Xin’s sisters? One is a teacher, another is a travel agent, and the third one works at a pet store not far from Beylin Temple.

Mei Mei’s family? Oh, they run a pretty popular restaurant that’s even made it onto some global food locations lists.

Tsubasa’s parents? They were also special investigators but did not use beys at all in their work, sticking to more traditional methods.

Dashan’s mom? She was an admissions officer at Beylin temple and worked outreach for new students.

Gingka’s mom? Oh, she became a horror and mystery author after she left Koma and married an editor.

Masamune’s mom? She’s a diplomat actually and works with trade relationships between the US and Japan.

King’s mom? A social worker who adopted him and his siblings after falling in love with them on the job.

Benkei’s grandmother? She was a chef and the one who taught him how to cook.

And yes, they are all very confused by Ryo as a person as well as how the hell he was able to become director of the WBBA.

[kummatty]

back home . this weekend was driving 12 hrs to redacted, getting ready in a rush in full langa voni (half sari) jewelry bangles etc in the hotel (probably took us 2 hrs bc hello), attending my cousins engagement party from 6-11, getting back changing repacking going to bed at 1am, waking up at 7 getting ready and driving 12 hrs back

[nfnfnfnfndnfkfjfndksjsndnxjsojsn]

i feel like more people need to realize we are all share the same sky and none of us are truly ever alone

[nen-spider]

Rapidly approaching year 4 no contact. You never stop needing parents, unfortunately

[secondpersonpoetry]

hi! heard the released “Merry Christmas, Please Don’t Call” (which i’ve seen you’ve heard live, if i’m not mistaken!!) this morning and i don’t know if there’s really a particular vibe/dynamic/ship hrpf-wise (personally haven’t yet been able to put my finger on it) that quite relates but the lyrics have been rotating in my head all day and i was wondering if you had any thoughts? hope you have a good one! <3

OH ANON HAVE I EVER SEEN IT LIVE!!! and the second that song came out i zoomed it straight into my fic playlist and unfortunately there are so many guys this could be. right now the one that's resonating is, of course, the golden boy and his haunted ghost themselves: mcstrome.

i am thinking about connor, specifically, after the stanley cup final. that game seven. how angry he was, how loud the silence when they told him he won the conn smythe. how close he's come before and again and again lost. there's nobody else to blame but himself. he's in the empty room and he knows why (1)

at!! your best!!! you were magic!!! oh, golden boy. connor the anointed, of course. at the very beginning of his career we always knew he was something special and who wouldn't have fallen in love with him? weren't all of us a little bit dylan strome in awe of the generational talent? we were all bathed in radiant light just by being in the vicinity (2)

don't even tell 'em that you know me breaks my heart (3). in terms of building a narrative i think i've said before there is a universe where connor/dylan were together before the draft and to protect both of them, dylan breaks up with him. connor says i love you and dylan says i don't. because he doesn't, you know? he loved connor. he loved davo. he can't be in love with connor mcdavid, first overall pick of the edmonton oilers. i'd rather be hurt forever than have to watch us try to make this work and destroy us.

and after connor mcdavid left the otters, dylan strome captained them to a memorial cup win. what a haunted home, eh? to be captain of the team you and your best friend were on, only now he's left you? don't call me to tell me about your rookie season with the oilers--we both know about your broken collarbone. don't call me to tell about becoming the youngest captain in franchise history when i stepped into the shoes of your captaincy here. don't call me. (4)

narratively: dylan's the one who broke connor's heart and his own but by god it wasn't easy. we both know what happened, you went first overall. please don't make this harder on me. please don't call.

this verse can be about the weight of dylan having to live up to connor's standards and always being measured by him. i would just like to bring up the connor stepping stone chart for absolutely no reason as well (5)

we are, at long last, at the potential future of now: dylan strome, happy, smiling, thriving on the washington capitals. connor, on the oilers. i'm not yours, dylan can say. haven't been for a long time. it took some time but i made this. please don't call and ruin this for me, stay out of my life. i don't want you or need you (6)

[p.s. this took a while because when i received this ask i was a) immediately possessed to write this verse by verse breakdown i had never thought of before and then b) immediately plagued by the idea of making you a little graphic (above the read more) and finally got to do it after banging out all the actual lyric thoughts two (?) weeks ago. emerging two and a half hours later from the fugue state of GIMP with 37 layers in this bad boy hope you enjoy!!!]