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adaptacy · 1 year ago

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hello hello letting you know i am absoutely 👀 interested in that old west au you mentioned

giggles

i just wanna chew on leland idk i wanna just.. yknow? idk point is i lob him and now you can have cowboy leland

riding a horse with someone is so intimate and sexually charged for no reason so take this brainrot :D

we also got a little brother's best friend goin on cause.... giggles

Cowboy!Leland x Afab!Reader

You leaned your elbows over the paddock fencing, watching the man in the saddle as he directed the horse to walk circles around a pair of ex-beer barrels. You glanced at the folded bills in between your fingers, and then back up at the man. He'd been at it for about an hour, you'd been watching him from the porch of your house, but it still made very little sense to you. It made even less sense with how much you were paying him. Or, how much your brother was paying him.

The man noticed you staring, as you'd been there for several minutes already, and he tugged on the reigns, directing the horse away from the barrels as he approached you.

"Everythin' alright, miss?" He asked, the upper half of his face shadowed by the brim of a hat, but it didn't hide his gaze. He glanced back at the house, and then to you once more, squinting slightly. "You hurt, or-?"

"No, no, I'm not hurt. I just... What is it you're doin', exactly, Mister Mckinney?" You asked, motioning towards the horse, who shifted her head away at your movement.

"I'm trainin'er. You... You own a ranch, and you don't know what horse trainin' is?" He let out a quiet laugh, and you rolled your eyes with a scoff.

"I don't own the ranch. My brother does. I'm just stickin' around for a bit before I settle down. Watchin' the dogs and keepin' the house tidy while he's gone. Ain't the horse s'posed to come trained?" You asked, knitting your eyebrows in confusion.

"No, uh.. No, they don't all come trained," he chuckled. "I'm just helpin'er temperament. Gettin'er used to being ridden. You ever rode one before?"

"A horse?"

"Yeah...? Yeah, a- a horse," he clarified, not sure what else you'd be talking about.

"No."

"You wanna?" You narrowed your eyes, and he reached his hand down. He motioned towards the paddock fence. "Climb on up. I'll show ya. Just be real gentle, she won't hurt ya if yer easy on'er," he directed.

"I'm... not sure," you released a nervous laugh, but he shrugged.

"Why not? I'm right here. I ain't gonna let you fall 'r nothin'," he reassured, and you pursed your lips, contemplating the idea. After a moment, you tucked the money into your pocket and lodged your boot on the first wood level of the fence, climbing onto it. You took the man's hand, and he placed his other on your waist, helping you onto the horse. "Easy now, that's it," he hummed, doing his best to steady your wobbly motions.

He moved off the saddle slightly, giving you room to sit as you held onto a small handle-like wooden sculpture jutting out from the saddle. His hand was still on your hip, but he removed it once you seemed steady enough.

"See? You got it. Practic'ly a natural," he teased, and you looked down, realizing how high up you were. It was a little uncomfortable, but not terrible.

"That's it? What's all the talk 'bout then? Don't seem that special," you remarked, and he chuckled.

"Toss your leg over," he directed, and you did as he asked. He shifted closer to you, pressing his chest against your back and his arms against yours, the reigns still in his hands. "I'll go slow, don't freak out," he hummed, noticeably close to your ear, and you gave a slow nod.

His boots gently hit the horse's sides, and there was a bit of a jump as the horse moved into motion, leading you to nervously grasp the handle in front of you and lean forward. He leaned forward too, keeping his chest against you as you awkwardly bumped with the horse's every step.

"Surprised your brother owns a ranch and you ain't ever ridden a horse before. You lived here long?" He asked, and you shrugged.

"Not very. Traveled with a group for a while. Didn't end up workin' out. Came back here. Parents owned this old place and I just... never really got into it, I s'pose. Brother's always been for it. Guess he got the cowboy trait," you explained, your speech occasionally broken up by bumps in the horse's steps.

"Nah, I think you got some of it in'ya. You got good rhythm," he complimented, though you didn't quite understand what he meant. He tugged the horse to a stop, setting down the reigns momentarily and instead placing his hands on your arms, earning a shift from you. "Hold onto her mane, right there. Might be more comfortable. Real tight, it ain't gon' hurt her. You got it," he encouraged, guiding your hands to the closest section of a black mane, your wrists resting on the brown fur of the creature. "Ready?"

"Sure," you replied, and he kicked her back into motion, causing your body to jolt forward slightly, but once you found the 'rhythm' he spoke of, the positioning was slightly more comfortable. Sure, you could also feel his hips against yours with every single step, but were you really complaining? No.

"Better?" He asked, leaning down slightly once more; he wasn't as close as before, but you were still acutely aware of his body against yours. "You're doin' good for a beginner."

"Yeah, better," you replied, a small smile on your face at his praise. He guided the horse around the length of the perimeter, and when he reached roughly the same spot where he'd originally picked you up, he pulled her to a stop. You sat up, looking back at him. "Why'd you stop?"

"Well, I gotta get back to trainin', sweetheart. I ain't gettin' paid for nothin'," he chuckled, smiling innocently at the small frown on your face. "What're you poutin' for?"

"Can't we do one more lap? It was kinda relaxing," you requested, shrugging.

He narrowed his eyes, seeming rather confused at the question. "Well, you can always do it on yer own time. It is your horse, after all. I was just tryin' be a gentleman. You looked lonely," he answered.

"I was," you mumbled, looking back at the house. He furrowed his brows at the comment, but you continued speaking before he replied. "I ain't gonna have time to learn myself. I'll pay you."

"Oh, no, you ain't gotta do that. I- Are you askin' me to teach you, darlin?" He asked, and you gave a small nod, bringing a slight smile to his face. "That's awfully sweet of ya, but I ain't sure how your brother'd feel 'bout me takin' his little sister out on horseback. If you got hurt, I wouldn't-"

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him," you cut off, and the cowboy left his mouth slightly open, giving you an almost frustrated glare. You sat up all the way and turned back to him, reaching for his chin with your hand, but he stopped you before you could pull him into a kiss.

"Sweetheart, this really ain't a good idea. I- I don't mean to be rude, you're a fine lookin' lady, but I really do respect yer brother, and-"

"Just kiss me," you grumbled, pulling him closer again, and this time he didn't resist your tug. You leaned towards him until your lips were on his, and you closed your eyes, unable to keep yourself from smiling as you felt a hand on your hip.

After a moment, he pulled away, blinking at you with an almost empty gaze. You held it, remaining silent as he processed the interaction. And then he tugged you closer and kissed you again, gently squeezing your waist. He held it for much longer this time, to the extent where you had to be the one to break it off, catching your breath as he chuckled. "I take it you're wantin' more?"

"Preferably," you replied, and the brunette smiled. He placed his other hand on your waist and guided your leg back over the saddle, helping you off of the horse as your boots hit the dirt. You looked up at him with a frown, but he shook his head.

"Relax, I ain't one to leave a lady unsatisfied," he reassured. His fingers snuck under his hat and he removed it, setting it on your head instead. "Run along inside, I'll get this gal back in 'er stable and we can... talk about payment options," he teased. Your frown turned into a smirk as you climbed back over the paddock fence, and he dipped his head, shifting back onto the main seat of the saddle as he guided the horse towards the gate.

After watching him for a moment longer, you turned around and headed back into the house, a satisfied grin on your face. Sure, you didn't know how to ride horses, but you did know how to ride cowboys. Maybe it was time for him to learn a thing or two.

#tcm game #adapt's aus #adapting to leland mckinney #leland mckinney x reader #leland mckinney #leland mckinney fluff #leland mckinney x reader fluff #cowboy!leland mckinney #cowboy!leland tcsm #leland tcm

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sampoenjoyer · 8 months ago

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Aventurine and the Masked Fools: An Uncut Ramble of a Mad Man With Bad Sleep

OKAY I'VE WANTED TO TALK ABOUT THIS FOR AGES SO HERE GOES: Aventurine being invited to join the masked fools is so awesome. Like just, genuinely so so so awesome. I LOVE THE MASKED FOOLS, THEIR EASILY MY FAVORITE FACTION IN GAME, AHA IS MY FAVORITE AEON. I've been big into their lore since 1.0 but for a lot of non-masked fool fans Penacony was an introduction to the masked fools for a lot of people.

I think they did great, AND HERE'S WHY. During Penacony we get to see Sampo and Sparkle, what I'd say are the two opposite ends of the masked fools:

Sparkle is a genuinely chaotic evil type of character; she enjoys suffering, she finds pleasure in the pain she causes right. She just likes messing with people in often the most cruel ways, and revels in the chaos. She is the most heinous and evil type of masked fool (and its really cool I love a good chaotic evil). She also appears to be how a lot of the Galaxy views the masked fools: as these evil weirdos who make no sense.

On the other hand, you get Sampo. Now, big lore enthusiasts have been theorizing he's a masked fool since like day 1, and it was confirmed back in the version Topaz came out in (I wanna say 1.4 but I might be wrong). But he's the exact opposite: he views those who find their elation through suffering (like Sparkle) to be distasteful. He doesn't like them, and it almost seems like he looks down/dislikes MOST of the other masked fools. Sure, he is all for going against the law, a little petty crime, some fun chaos, but he clearly has boundaries; he never seriously harms anyone, he never does any really horrific crimes, and we know he's good with kids. In fact, he enjoys playing with Hook and the other moles. He's a chaotic neutral sure but overall he's probably a positive force to Belobog. (Also I have a theory that he orchestrated most of the Belobog plot to take down Cocolia and save it but its not technically canon so yknow).

NOW WE GET TO THE DECISION TO THE FACT AVENTURINE WAS INVITED TO JOIN.

Now I'm gonna explain something a lot of people don't get about the Masked Fools; they are not purely chaotic, they do have a basic ideology, they believe life is meaningless and thus one should have as much elation in their lives as possible. BASICALLY: LIFE IS POINTLESS, HAVE FUN. Which each Masked Fool we've met interprets differently. The other aspect of the Masked Fools is often, NOT ALWAYS BUT OFTEN the ideology attracts people desperate, depressed by life, destroyed in some way. And they tend to reach out to these people as well; it makes sense, if your life has been miserable suffering for no reason, then yeah that would appeal.

AND AVENTURINE IS ONE OF THE BEST APPEAL TO SHOW THIS WITH. His life is horrific, tragedy after tragedy, loss after loss, his freedom almost always out of his hands; he's lived a terrible life that he really never had control in. And prior to the ending of 2.2 he didn't believe he had anyone like truly anyone there for him.

So the Masked fools call out to him, and I think this was a great way to show the masked fools to a lot of more casual fans too: immediately you can connect the dots a lot of them probably were miserable or had horrible lives. Hell I haven't read Sparkle's lil character stories but from my understanding her life was/is pretty damn terrible. It also helps with Aventurine's character; he doesn't want to view life as meaningless, despite the fact he's clearly suicidal, he clearly sees a point in life. My mutual has much better explained it but yeah he connects much more to the preservation than you might initially think. Also ignoring the iffy elements of it I think having Sparkle and Aventurine interact so much was a smart decision thematically, as though this hopelessness the Masked Fools embrace is clawing at Aventurine, trying to lure him in, encapsalate him, and yet it doesn't. He finds a purpose, a will to live, he realizes he does have people who care for him ITS GREAT.

ANWYAYS RAMBLE OVER I JUST NEEDED TO GET THAT OUTTA MY BRAIN HOPEFULLY IT MAKES SOME SENSE.

#hsr aventurine #hsr #rambles #masked fools

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rainbowxocs · 1 month ago

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I take thd cigarette out of her hand and look at it for a moment

Yknow.. back before I met Emily I tried these once, one of my neighbors was on the verge of a mental breakdown and in attempts to calm them down and be there for them it made me really stressed fearing the worst. I didn't wanna worry them so I tried one. I remember how the media and tobacco companies told us that smoking wasn't too bad so I kept having more and more so I wouldn't cause an issue.. But I was lucky enough to realize how terrible they were when I met a man begging on the street for one, his voice sounded so torn apart, his teeth looked fake with how yellow they were.. That day I found out how dangerous this stick can be, what years of using it can do to you.. That man used to be top of his class he even gave me pictures of all the awards he got in school to sell me on giving him the horrible thing and now he was reduced to a hobo addicted to it.. I just.. I don't want you to end up in a terrible place like that.. These things are like making a deal with the devil, they seem good at first but in reality they are the single worst thing a person can give themselves..

...I'm sorry...

#past!daisy

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justanotherpersonsuniverse · 10 months ago

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SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 70 PN BELOW Lets fucking go cap! ok it’s the weekend, I have my own writing block and I finally finished my fucking assignments and handed them in, I’m practically free forever!! (exams loom in the distance, i willfully ignore their shadow)

I’ve started by reading from chapter 67 just to bring myself back into the mindset (and because they are hype as all hell chapters), this is faster than starting my like 7th re-read.

I even made myself a cuppa to really settle in, the vibes are immaculate, I played Bizet Carmen while reading this time

The dichotomy of Juleka:

I don't want to hurt anyone!

Extreme violence is efficient.

The fact that we didn’t get ladybug trying to kiss rena when she was shot by dark cupid is tragic

This time i listened to shoot to thrill by ACDC, and Burn it down by awolnation for the badass parts

Anyway finally onto Fei, that only took me two hours (i briefly wrote shit so yknow, a good time!)

Fei’s tragic backstory be upsetting frfr, Like damn brother you watched your dad die in front of you? Do you need a blanket and a hug?

The tone change from “My life ended when my dad died.” to “summer was awesome!!” made me snort horrible it’s not funny- but it kind of is-

Oh my god Juleka got a break for weeks AND WE DIDN’T GET TO SEE IT??? Tragedy. (i’m kidding, so happy that she got a break <33)

Rose thirsting over Panthera in a crop top is too funny- you just know if it was anyone else Juleka would be pouting like “damn what do they have that I don’t?”

Oop her hands still kinda fucked, curiouser and curiouser. I wonder if she has tried to practice her secondary power. Which rq, it was SUCH bullshit that LB gets two and the cat miraculous gets one in canon, so happy you retconned it

OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH MY GOD OK CAP I AM SO HYPE HYPE SHE GOT A MODELING INTERNSHIP?????? Like sure cause nepotism but i’ve been wanting to see Juleka try out modeling in a real environment for ages cause like thats something she is interested in yknow and i just-

Augh, hype as hell. And an excellent reason for her to be going to Shanghai, I applaud your problem solving to fit Juleka into the show's narrative! I applaud it always, but this one was more difficult than usual methinks

I have pizza now it is 8pm

Anyways; NOO GABEY BABY DON’T BE EVIL VIBES TO JULEKA SHE’S JUST A LITTLE THING

Oh my poor awkward Juleka… Gabriel wasn’t helping but this is so funny, dude you vowed to kill this girl like a month ago open your eyes

I NEED juleka’s modeling arc to be a thing. Idk how into detail you went but i’m hoping for some i’m rabid i’ve been waiting for this for like 3 years

Oh airports SUCK i feel her anxiety so much, poor thing… i forced my friend to share her location with me one time so we could stalk each other, we never turned it off its kinda funny

… why is Anarka banned from airports?? Being “a living weapon” is so vague.

Killing myself rose and juleka are so cute- and obsessed with each other- every hour is insane

I love Juleka instantly becoming a disaster on baby’s first flight

Juleka instantly being on high alert around gabriel is so real.

“Right,” Mr Agreste’s face didn’t twitch nor soften much in response, just nodded in understanding and turned back to stare forward. “The opening of this store is essential to the future of the Agreste Brand, you two. Opening it much sooner is very good news. There will be other fun times with your friends.”

Hardass, fuck off!!

Poker with literal chips made me laugh- adrien would be terrible at poker

Spiderman far from home? Nah, Panthera Noir far from home.

“Oh that building looked fun to climb.” please Juleka unhinged parkour arc when?? Like people turn away from her and then look back and she’s up a tree.

HELP “bye bye bag” is so real-

She’s so scary, but I wanna ask what her hair dye is. Do it. Please. I think you would factory reset Nathalie and she would answer on autopilot

Awkwardly playing chess is so real, also; yippee!! Adrien and Juleka bonding even more after the acting debacle!!

“Knights were cute. Little pony’s. Rose always wanted to move her knights cause they reminded her of unicorns.” please this is literally my strategy in chess, i just move them around and sometimes i win because i confuse people so badly

LB overthinking chess is hilarious.

Adrien POV???

YOU CAN LEARN MANY THINGS FROM JULEKA SUCH; HOW TO BE A CAT. sorry i just had the mad idea that Adrien might find out this chapter… i would go insane if that turned out to be right

“Knowing info about me is pretty easy when your Wikipedia is super detailed” that’s fucking depressing. Adrien baby that’s a terrible way to get to know someone and not the same experience at all-

Gaelic is a real language!! And a bitch to learn- I briefly tried with my dad and we both gave up, we’ll just stick with scots english

“Where do you disappear during akumas?” hard hitting question Adrien, ten points!

And is also making me high key suspicious about him finding out, the vibes are there

Nah, nah evil. Gabriel spend time with your son goddamnit

GET HIS ASS JULEKA YES GIRL I LOVE YOU

The fact that she thinks she isn’t brave sometimes infuriates me, like babe i get your insecure but your brave as hell.

QUEEN SHIT JUST WENT DOWN THERE

Juleka ripped him to shreds hell fucking yeah.

Wait. why did she give him the king? Hawkmoth called himself a king… cue the x-files music

Who the fuck is this asshole? Fei. Kick his ass, i command thee.

Oh curious, she has burn scars from the fire, i like this detail.

I feel like Fei and Juleka will get along, based on the ever present rage against one guy

She is being used augh

“Your father deserves to be avanged.”

“He does.” UMM GIRL YOUR DAD WOULD HATE THAT WEREN’T YOU THERE FOR THE FLASHBACK??

I want Cash to gtbnrvice this asshole is just using her desperation for information-

I want Juleka to scare him into telling them, as Panthera, i think she would be quite good at that.

Juleka is a feral beast who needs her outside time (i like how she wants to run on rooftops a lot its cute)

LORE LORE LORE LORE

Excited. The prodigious?? Tell me more silly cheese guy

Ummm. i need the prodigious to show up, i can’t remember if thats what Fei has or if this is future future foreshadowing, this is exciting

New arc unlocked: freeing the Kwami from their jewelery or the curse.

Also; yes sadistic plagg in the face of the guardians temple being destroyed, you go girl

Guardian temple? Swallowed whole? Sounds frightening. What a feast. HA

Model Juleka yippee!

Help- adrien your advice is trash-

Ok existential conversation, yes girl let me spiral-

No sick girl Nathalie let adrien speak i want to know what he thinks of the best girlies-

Plagg wanting to take him under his wing- Juleka saying he wants to replace her with Adrien- ITS ALL COMING TOGETHER.

Nah if you actually do have a reveal to Adrien i am going to go buckwild- cause either the vibes of the chapter got me but i think I guessed before any of the concrete foreshadowing

Ok sick girl nathalie actually has some sound advice and is being lovely to Juleka

Yes Juleka use your strength

FEI STEALING CAMERAS??

Get her ass Juleka, or- politely bite her arm juleka?!?

Juleka is just brawling in an alleyway- like damn sister- watch out for bruises you might not be allowed to model-

Oh god what if she took plagg during some of their scrapping- actually, that would be fine. Juleka would just go insane and fight her

Juleka; desperately grasping for something familiar and bantering with Fei

Fei: what the fuck is wrong with her?

Nicest mugger I’ve ever met real and true

Wait

NOO JULEKA THEY WON’T LET YOU MODEL LIKE THIS

YEAH KICK. HER. ASS.

Plagg stays with Juleka yippeee!!

Help their dynamic is so funny- exactly what i was wanting.

Juleka would want to learn how to disappear even better than she already does wouldn’t she

Nah not Fei thinking “well that was fucking weird” while juleka is like “Oh that was cool” Juleka is so weirdgirl core i love her

Oh shit she stole marinettes stuff Tiki is there-

Kick the asshole in the balls Fei, i command thee.

I am so happy Nathalie and Juleka have some sort of alliance, in my as to be written huge tragedy based on Nathalie Gabriel and Emily (which is extensively planned), I think Nathalie is more similar to Juleka as a teenager.

Adrien and Nathalie interaction- “yes we- we did it” agyuhtvrinjfeok love her.

Marinette blinked vacantly, standing in the back alley streets of Shanghai with a paling expression on her face and her entire inventory ghosted from her person.

WHERE THE HELL AM I!?

HELP SHE’S SO FUNNY- i love disaster marinette please-

and thats a wrap for Fei! i started this before five and it is now ten pm- i did other things though.

this was awesome cap, I look forward to the next chapters and I shall review them tomorrow!!!!!!

I hope you enjoyed <3

GLAD YOU ENJOYED!!!!!!

#panthera noire au #sneak a cat

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huffle-dork · 9 months ago

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Swap Across the CrystalVerse Chapter 17: The Bad End

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"You do look more like me wearing that," Chase comments, looking over Bro in his new clothes. "The hand-me-down look really seals it. Sorry if they don't fit. We have, uh, limited options while living in a cave. At least they're clean."

Bro laughs, "It's okay- we're pretty similar just… bigger… arms I guess."

"You can say bigger muscles- I think Chase's self esteem was already shot just by seeing them~!" Jackie grins.

"Hey! Don't be mean! It's not like… I'm showing off! It's just! What happens when you fight crime!" Bro protests.

Chase laughs. "Don't worry, I'm not too concerned about being built. I'm more of a long range guy."

Stacy pokes her head into the storage cavern where Chase, Bro, Jackie, and Sam are waiting. "Are you guys done in here?"

The two swaps look at Stacy and Bro tries to hide his blush at seeing her as he adjusts the outfit. "u-uh yeah! I think so!"

"Great." Stacy nods. "I found a group of people who are going to come along."

Someone else leans into view. They have short dark hair underneath a blue beanie and are wearing a black jacket and skirt with leggings. "Hey." They wave.

"Oh! This is Raven, they're one of those people," Stacy says. "They wanted to meet you."

"Not often you hear about people from another world." Raven grins. "Nice to meet you. I'm the magician."

"Oh! A magician! That's great!" Bro grins. "We could use any help we can get!"

'Nice to meet ya, Raven!" Jackie smiles.

"Heh." Raven smiles. "Happy to help. If you get paused in time I'm able to unfreeze you. That's why I'm coming."

"Oh awesome! That'll make this way easier!" Bro laughs.

"Stacy, are you gonna go, too?" Chase asks.

"Are you?" Stacy asks him.

"I, uh… I want to help. But I think it'll make the whole decoy thing hard."

Jackie looks at Chase and then shrugs, "If you stay with us and hidden- it should be fine! Once Bro starts using his powers it gonna be real obvious it aint you so-"

"That's true…" Chase muses. "Alright. I'll go. I'm an alright marksman, I can stay hidden from a distance."

Stacy nods. "In that case, I won't go. It's too dangerous for both of us to leave. Just in case something happens to one group."

Chase nods. "Alright. Where's Jack, by the way?"

Sam gets off the box They're sitting on and wraps Their nerve-tail around something inside. A small pen. They awkwardly write letters on the lid of the cardboard box. A-L-T.

"He's still with Alt?" Chase asks. "Huh."

Jackie frowns. "… I feel like that's been a long time."

Bro looks worried. "Do you think they're both okay?"

Chase bites his lip. "I don't think anything could've happened to Jack. You literally can't touch him, yknow? But… something could be…" He shakes his head, not wanting to say it in front of Bro and Jackie. "I-it'll probably be fine. If everyone's ready, we should start moving right away. Jackie, are you gonna come?"

"Yeah man! I can be moral support if anything. But, also like- whats the saying… better with numbers…?" Jackie frowns. "Why can't I remember how that goes-"

Bro laughs, "Please try to stay away from any place you can fall and break something, Jackie-"

"Nooo promises!" Jackie grins.

"You want a gun, then? Or a knife?" Stacy asks, pushing open the lid of a crate.

"Oh- a knife please. Imma a terrible shot." Jackie laughs.

"Alright, here you go." Stacy grabs a sheathed knife and hands it to him. "That looks the right size for you. Feel free to slash away, the corrupted don't feel pain and they don't go down easily."

"ooh- that's.. fun. Good to know." Jackie says, taking the knife.

Bro frowns, "huh… i gotta be careful then… I don't wanna like- accidentally… you know-"

"Accidentally kill them? You're that strong?" Chase asks with wide eyes.

Bro flushes, "…I dunno! mmmmaybe? I haven't tried to! I'm very against killing- but I usually try to hold back once I see someone in pain."

"Yknow, Trisha once shot Error point-blank with a shotgun and he got up again, I think you punching them really hard won't do that much," Stacy says. "Just don't aim for the heads. These are still people under all the corruption."

Bro nods to Stacy and wrings out his hands and wrists, "Okay… I can do that. I don't like aiming for the face much anyways. Broken noses aren't fun for anyone… Unless they deserve it. …Broken noses are meant for criminals not mind controlled people. There that's a new super law for me." He nods.

Jackie snorts and rolls his eyes.

Stacy laughs. "Great, good to hear."

"Let's head out, then," Chase says. "The sooner, the better. We need Bro to hang out somewhere with a lot of cameras for him to see, while the rest of us stay out of sight."

Raven nods. "I can keep up an invisibility spell for a while, but everyone will need to stick close to me, it only covers so much ground."

"Alright, good luck guys," Stacy says.

"Thanks Stacy- stay safe okay?" Bro says with a smile. Jackie gives her a two fingered salute.

“Let's go." Chase checks his gun, then leads the way out of the cave.

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The door to the room appears, opening up. Jack looks away from Alt and towards it, stiffening. His form is overtaken by white static until he's just the staticky outline he was when Alt first saw him. He puts a finger to his lips.

Alt jumps slightly and then curls up as Jack becomes less solid. He shakily nods.

Error walks in. He looks at Alt and grins. "We're going to take a trip. Come on. Please don't make this difficult."

As Error walks in Alt growls and bares his teeth at him like a feral animal.

"Oh, don't be like that, this is your lucky day! Though you don't think of it that way right now." Error leans down, still grinning. He's not wearing the hoodie outfit from earlier. Instead, it's some red and blue jumpsuit, torn and bloodied. "Come on." His smile drops. "If I have to drag you down there, I will."

"Go ahead and try fucker-" Alt spits. He grins as his eyes spark with energy, "You already know I'm pretty slippery."

"Because of your glitching? Is that it? Hmmm." Error hums. "You know… the Place has a way of taking you where Anti wants you to be. So, sure, you can try. You'll probably just end up where I'm taking you anyway." He flashes a sharp smile. "But if you insist." He grabs Alt by the arm and starts pulling him towards the door.

Alt yelps and then quickly tries to glitch away and out of his grip.

And yet, somehow, Error manages to hold onto him. The static swarming around his body buzzes around Alt's glitches, causing some kind of rough barrier. "Come on," Error says, adjusting his hold so he's pinning Alt's arms to his side. He doesn't sound bothered at all by the struggles as he drags Alt out into the hallway. The static form of Jack follows.

Alt cries out and tries to fight as much as he can. "H-Hey! What the fuck!! Let me go!!"

"Nope!" Error says, almost cheerfully. He continues dragging Alt down the hallway, which slopes and twists downwards. Cables start to appear on the ground, ready to trip people up, but he nimbly dodges them. "Come on, we're almost there!"

Alt feels his stomach drop and dread starts to take over him as he tries even harder to get away. "N-No! C'mon J-Jackie! You're Jackie right?! J-Just let me go man!!"

"I thought I told you before." Error's grip on Alt tightens to the point where it hurts a little. "That's not me anymore." He reaches a door made of metal and opens it up, dragging Alt inside. It's completely dark, impossible to see, but somehow Error navigates it perfectly until he manages to push Alt into a chair, forcing him to sit.

Alt cries out and squirms and kicks as much as he can. When he's forced into the chair he tries to see if he can glitch away-

"No!" Error sees him doing that and pushes him hard back, hard enough that Alt's head clunks against the back of the chair. "Don't you dare," he hisses, quickly grabbing Alt's arms and pushing them into the arms of the chair, where cuffs snap into place. He quickly does the same for his ankles, cuffing them to a bar connecting the chair legs, and then backs up. "Just wait here quietly, okay?"

Alt’s vision flashes white for a second as he head hits the seat. He then struggles and pulls at the restraints, really starting to freak out. Terrified tears gather in his eyes as he starts to heave in panic. “P-Please don’t do this! I-I don’t want to be a puppet again! Please!”

Error grins. "It's not so bad. Maybe you'll find it's different this time. Maybe you'll be happy." And then he turns and leaves the room.

Jack quickly walks into the room before Error closes the door. The room is completely dark now, but Alt can hear Jack's voice. "You're not alone, I promise," he says.

Alt is panicking hardcore, even Jack's voice doesn't calm him down. His eyes try to find any source of light in the room but there's nothing- its dark and he's scared. "J-Jack…! I.. I don't want to be corrupted…! I..! I-"

“I know, I’m sorry,” Jack murmurs. “I-I can’t stop him, a-and I’m sorry. But I can fix it. Just before you guys arrived here, I figured out how to uncorrupt people. But I-I don’t know how to stop the corruption while it’s happening. Only after the fact. And I’m so, so sorry. But I promise people are on the way to help. I promise.”

Alt feels his stomach sinking even more as he hangs his head and tries to hide his panicked tears. He… he has to try to look tough for whatever's coming… he can't show he's weak- but he's so fucking scared.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Jack says. “You’re not alone. It’s going to be—”

Then the door opens again. The lights flick on, revealing the corruption room, just like the one Surgeon showed Mag. Standing in the doorway are two familiar faces. Anti… and Magnificent himself.

“Hey, Alt,” Anti says, grinning as he closes the door.

"Hello cub~" Magnificent giggles.

Alt goes pale. "M-Magnificent…"

Magnificent laughs wildly and teleports to grab Alt's chin, tilting it back and forth. "Awww look at you, kitten! You look fucking terrible~ Scared out of your wits, are we?"

"S-Shut the fuck up!" Alt spits, trying to pull his wet face away from his grip.

Magnificent giggles and teleports back by Anti, grinning. "This is going to be so fucking easy. It's almost sad-"

"Easy would be good, this is never 'easy' in my experience," Anti says. One of the screens on the walls lights up, showing nothing but static, the speakers letting out the sound of white noise. Anti glitches over to a table and starts looking through the items there. "You should probably cover your ears, Magnificent. I don't think it'll be able to affect you so easily, but better safe than sorry. You get started while I decide how to approach this."

"Ah- Yes. I can do that." Mag snaps and puts basically magic earplugs in and then grins, slinking back over to Alt.

Alt tries to pull his head away but Mag grabs him by the hair and slams his head back, giggling. "Oh you poor beaten kitten… your mind has already been scrambled so nicely for me~! So broken and disjointed… It's like you knew to expect me!"

"Mag- f-fucking! Don't do this! You're really g-gonna let me be a puppet for someone else?" Alt tries to growl at him.

Magnificent just shakes head and laughs, "Why not? I want to see how it works~! And you're already such a good puppet for me, Alt… I think I can lend you away for a bit~" He flares up some corruption in his hands- not enough to completely block Alt's magic- but enough to make him weak. He digs his claws into his neck and spreads it there as Alt screams and tries to thrash against it. As he works a bright purple and green spiral looms behind Magnificent- soon drawing in Alt's eyes as Mag withdraws his hand.

Alt weakly lets his head fall back, panting and heaving in panic- but he's starting to do it less- the anger and fear fading from his eyes. Corrupted purple flickers in his eyes but- he tries to fight against it, weakly squirming in his restraints. "n-no… no I… i-"

Anti watches this happen, observing. It really does happen quite quickly. "I've been able to put people in trances before," he says quietly. "But they always shake it off eventually. That sort of reminds me of it." He nods at the spiral, at the way Alt's struggles are fading. "I can work with that."

The white noise in the air sounds less sharp than it did before. More… soothing, almost. Anti walks around behind Alt, carrying something. He snaps it around Alt's neck, revealing it to be a metal collar.

"Alright, Alt," he says quietly, but not kindly. "Here's how it's going to work. If you start to do something wrong, you're going to get hurt. Same thing if you say something bad. Simple enough, right? You can do that, right?"

Magnificent's eyes widen and then he giggles, "Oh… i like where this is going."

Alt snaps slightly out of trance as he feels the collar get snapped onto him. He weakly glares at Anti, eyes sparking. "L-Like i'm gonna just d-do what you say just cuz you ask me- f-fuck off!"

ZAP. Anti can't pulse with electricity the way Alt can, but he has other tools he can use. Namely, a taser, which he presses to the metal of the collar and switches on for a second. "That's a low setting, and I know you can handle electricity," Anti says. "But I promise it can get worse. And I'm not just limited to lightning." He tilts Alt's head back so he can look him in the eyes. "You don't have to fight it, though," he whispers. "You don't have to go through this." He glances back up at Magnificent and nods towards the spiral he has conjured, silently asking him to increase whatever he's doing.

Alt grits his teeth and stiffens in his chair, trying to hide his discomfort. He feels himself get tilted up and he opens his eyes enough to just glare more at Anti. "I-I'm not l-letting myself be corrupted by you…!"

Magnificent tilts his head and the magic gets brighter and hums with intensity. The pressure on the room increases. Mag grips his hand and the corruption on Alt's neck pulses and grows slightly, making purple flash in his eyes as he gasps.

Alt tries to shut his eyes, shaking his head. "No…! Nono-!"

"Why not?" Anti asks. "Remember, I've seen your memories. I know what you've thought. All these Antis out here, doing terrible things. You know that you're not any different. Didn't you try to kill your so-called friends a couple times?"

"T-Those weren't for you to see-" Alt whimpers. "I.. I'm not like that anymore- I don't want to be that anymore…! I'm not like them- I'm not-!" He squeezes his eyes shut tighter, trembling.

ZAP! Anti goes up a setting on the taser. "Don't close your eyes," he snaps.

Alt grits his teeth and bites back another scream. Alt instinctively follows Anti's order and his eyes find the spiral.

"Alright, maybe you're not like that anymore. But you remember what it was like, don't you? Didn't a part of you like being like that? Being able to do whatever the fuck you wanted?"

Alt’s shoulders almost instantly relax as the magic starts to spiral in his eyes. His head lolls back more as he breathes slowly. He leans a bit more against Anti's side, talking hollowly. "… i… i… d..did…"

"That's it kitten… relax… and listen to Anti," Magnificent sings sweetly, increasing the burning magic. "Just like that…"

"I know you did," Anti says, his voice laced with static. "But you feel so bad about it now. Guilt is a useless thing, Alt. All it does is make you feel bad. Life is so much better lived without regrets. Nothing is stopping you from casting these feelings aside and doing something that you like. Even if people say it's wrong, they don't know you. They can't know you. It's impossible to fully know someone, since you can't possibly have thought and felt and experienced everything someone else has. So, why do you care so much about what these people who can't know you think?"

"I… I don't… know…" Alt whispers, knitting his eyebrows together in confusion. "…it… it.. shouldn't… matter…" His eye twitches and he tries to shake out his head, squeezing his eyes shut again as his head pounds. "n-no it m-matters it… it has to- I… I need to- be something b-better…! I…"

ZAP! Up another setting. "Better is arbitrary," Anti hisses. "Good and bad are constructs. Right and wrong are fictional ideas." The static echoes his words. "You only want to be 'better' because others tell you that you should want that. When you strip away those voices, Alt, you know what you really want. And I can help you, like I've helped lots of people before you."

Alt lets out a short scream now, clenching his fists and arching his back. He pants, eyes rolling in his head for a second before they find the spiral again. He starts to relax even more, even through panted short breaths. The magic glows brighter in his eyes as he whispers, "…what… I want…?" He leans his head back and sighs in pain, "i… i wanna be free…"

"Then let me help you," Anti whispers. "Let me free you." He puts one hand on Alt's shoulder. For a moment, he flickers, becoming a figure of black static. Something is in his chest. Right where his heart would be. It looks a little like a heart too, in shape. But it's not. It's a knot of strings, and one of those strings slinks down his arm and into the spot where his hand is touching Alt. Then he returns to his normal look, and the string is gone from sight. But it's still there.

Alt twitches a bit and rolls his shoulder where he feels the string but very quickly relaxes. His eyes glaze over completely and his fighting stops. "…free me, Anti." He whispers, lips hardly moving.

Magnificent giggles with glee, hardly able to stop grinning.

"I will," Anti promises. "Close your eyes. When I tell you to open them again, you'll be free."

Alt's eyes easily slip shut now, his head lolling forward to hang limply over his chest.

"One…" Anti whispers. "Two…" He reaches for the collar. "Three." And he snaps it off. "Wake up, Byte."

Alt's head slowly rises and he opens his eyes. Immediately- they are different. His sclera is now green static. The purple spirals still burn in his irises but… now its like- his pupils are glitching. They don't seem to want to settle, glitching across his iris and sclera in broken bits and pieces.

Byte leans forward and looks confused before his lips curl up into an unsteady smile. He digs his nails into the arms of his chair and starts to giggle. He's dazed- still seeming kinda lost and entranced. He falls back in his chair, letting his head hit the back of it as he dazedly giggles at the ceiling.

"…fascinating…!" Magnificent breathes, his eyes sparkling.

"Everyone reacts to it differently," Anti says. "I've given up on trying to predict how they'll act after the process--but somehow this feels right." He leans back, considering for a moment. "It might not be as well-settled as corruption usually is, but that was really fast. Worth the tradeoff, if you ask me."

"I think it was only so fast because his mind is already very open to my hypnosis. And… whatever happened with you two scrambled his brain and made it very easy to manipulate." Magnificent comments, crossing his arms as he studies Byte. "Still… I haven't seen him like this…"

Anti leans forward again, undoing the cuffs on Byte's wrists and ankles. "Hello there." He smiles at him, somehow managing to look both genuine and crazed at the same time. "How do you feel, Byte?"

Byte dazedly watches as he's freed, smile only getting wider. His eyes get a bit more of that unhinged look in them. He tries to glitch up out of the chair and then falls over himself slightly, giggling madly. He finds Anti's arm and grabs onto it, digging his nails in. "F-Fantastic-" He grins. "Fucking f̵a̴n̴t̴a̵s̷t̸i̵c̷~! And… and stabby- I feel stabby." Byte laughs more and looks at Anti with those wide glitching eyes, grinning like a maniac. "Can I stab you? I w-w-wanna see you b̷͚̂l̴̢̇é̷̠e̶̓͜é̸̯d̸͕͘d̴̞̑."

"Ha! Unfortunately, I don't bleed at all, despite this whole thing." Anti indicates the neck wound. "But we can go out into the city and find someone who will." His smile widens into an excited grin. He seems unfazed by Byte grabbing his arm, even as the nails dig in. He glances at Magnificent. "Guessing that sort of comment isn't normal, then?"

"Not at all." Magnificent replies, impressed.

"Can I bite them?!" Byte says excitedly, baring his teeth in a sharp grin. "That's what my name is now, right? B̵I̷t̶e̸!̸ ̵!" He snaps his teeth together like a playful predator, giggling.

"You can," Anti assured him. "Let me just find someone suitable. This will only take one second." He turned into black static and zipped away--and then, exactly one second later, he returned. "Well… I just saw something very interesting." He looked over at Magnificent. "A puppet who snapped his strings. My Chase is out wandering around. It must be some sort of trap, I caught a couple glimpses of people nearby. They must've thought they were hiding with that magician's invisibility spell, not knowing that some cameras can see through that." And back to Byte, grinning. "We can head out right now."

"C̸h̵a̴s̵e̷!̷ I know a Chase!" Byte says excitedly. "If there's twooo Chases- can I kill one, Anti?" He giggles. As he does, he's still glitching a bit in place- his normally bright green and blue glitches now darker and corrupted. Even his magic seems corrupted as he opens his hand up and summons one of his magic knives. It buzzes and fizzles with loud static and flickers between dark green, blue, red and black.

Magnificent chuckles, "That's true… that could mean our Chase is somewhere in there too. No doubt hoping to catch us off guard."

"Or! He can come back too! Two Chases! Two puppets~!" Byte laughs, bouncing on his toes.

"Two would be nice," Anti says thoughtfully. "But if it really comes down to it, you can kill the spare--the one not from this world. As well as anyone else with him."

The spirals in Byte's eyes pulse a bit at this, as if sealing in a command and he grins. "I can kill him. It will be fun to kill him~! And the others! Anyone I can!!"

"Oh this will be quite the show~!" Magnificent laughs, "My puppets wont know what's hitting them."

Anti flashes a smile. "Lovely knives."

"Thank you Anti!" Byte beams. He throws one knife out of his hand and lets its sink into the wall- then opens back up his hand and it flies back in a similar arc. He giggles. "They're m̸a̵g̶i̷c̵~̷" He then poofs them away and glitches around the room like he just can't keep still. "Can we go?!"

"We can go right now," Anti says. "I need Voice, but we can meet him at the exit. Hmm, I should probably take Error, too, just in case." He looks at Magnificent. "Want to join? The four of us together can probably defeat them all."

"Oh, my friend, I wouldn't miss this for the world." Magnificent chuckles.

Byte glitches to a stop, his hair spiking and curling slightly as electricity courses across it and his clothes. He grins wide. "I'll follow you! I still don't know how the Place works-" He says plainly but even that sounds a bit crazy and unhinged. Maybe its that wild look in his glitching eyes. He then blinks and looks to a certain corner and then points. "And what are we gonna do with Jack? He's watching."

Magnificent looks confused, frowning at the space and not seeing anything. "…what are you talking about…?"

Anti stiffens. "He's what?" he whispers, absolute venom dripping in his voice, thick enough to burn ears.

Jack has been watching everything. He'd wanted to reach out to Alt, to support him during Anti's attempts to corrupt him, to remind him that he's not alone. But then Magnificent had walked in and thrown him for a loop, and before he could recover, that spiral the magician conjured was blocking Alt's vision. He wanted to shout, to scream, but the moment the process started he froze up. It wasn't just Alt in that chair, it was Jackie, Jameson, Henrik, Marvin, Chase--all of them. All of his friends he couldn't help. All of his friends that he had watched get hurt and tortured and twisted beyond recognition and never been able to do a single thing about. The memory of helplessness locked him up, shoving him back into that mentality until it was too late.

Anti turns in the direction Alt was pointing and lunges forward.

Jack yelps, briefly flickering into view, and dives out of the way.

"Get b̵̨a̛ç̛k̕ ̸͠h͡e͟͠r̢͟ę̴̕!" Anti shouts, picking up a blade from the nearest table and throwing it.

Jack dodges it and jumps through the wall, disappearing.

Anti screeches animalistically--then glances at Magnificent and gets himself under control. "I'll… deal with him… some other time," he says through gritted teeth. "He can't be touched. He's just like a fucking ghost. Not important right now. Let's go. He's probably going to tell the group we're on the way."

Byte staggers back, fear flickering in his eyes. As Anti shouts and screeches, he curls up slightly- afraid of his rage.

Magnificent raises an eyebrow and then laughs, "Sore spot, I'm assuming?" He sees Byte cowering and grabs him by the arm and throws him forward. "No time to waste, Byte. You want your blood, don't you?"

"y…yes. Yeah I- let's go." Byte says a bit dazedly. He glances at Anti warily.

Anti takes a deep breath. He notices Byte's fear, and for a moment, regret flickers in his eyes. But it's only for a second. There are more important things to focus on. "Sore spot indeed," Anti says as he walks to the door. He opens it up and heads out. "Come on. We'd best hurry."

#SATCV #SATCV Bad End #alt anti #corruption #byte alt #hehehe i was so excited for this part i can't believe iw as late!!#shorter chapter but i feel like its flows better this way afhvgajbk #swap magnificent #bro fantastic #jackie mann #you know i had to get alt corrupted do you even know me? ahgvajshkb

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v-h-lupin · 2 months ago

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Epic Au Marauders casting call <3 Pt. 2

heres my au list, that is where you can find part 1 also i understand this is stupid to put out when the vengeance saga comes out in like 3 days so ill edit accordingly

Part three will have more of the gods and stuff, I think.

Circe

Okay this one was hard because I've been using a friend's oc for Circe but in the context of this completely Marauders AU, I kinda wanna say Mary Macdonald. Or Emmaline Vance. They both have a grudge against men and are effortlessly pretty and protective of their fellow girls. I think I'm going with Mary for this one, since she's got more of a friendly relationship with Remus. "I‘ve got people to protect, Nymphs I can’t neglect. So I’m not taking chances, dear."

Hermes

This one is hard because if I hadn't said James was Polities, this would be James. Would it be odd to say one of the Prewett Twins?? I can't explain why, but you get it right? The mischief? the advice???? do you see the vision???? "Don't thank me friend, You very well may die. Haha, good luck"

The Prophet

Easy answer is Sybill Trelawny. However, I have also been thinking of Lyall Lupin, because in an animatic format it would be SO powerful for the wraps to fall from the Prophet's face-- and then Remus is faced with his OWN face, unmarred and unscathed. "I am the prophet with the answers you seek, Time, I've unlocked it, I see past and future running free"

Scylla

My first thought is Livia from atyd. If you're picky, I would also go with Bellatrix, but I prefer Livia. The way she justifies her cruelty, telling Odie to give up himself, and how they are ultimately the same... "There is no price we won't pay, We both know what it takes to survive" "We are the same, you and I"

Calypso

Okay stay with me here. Grant. Partially because it kinda makes sense (not in the "trapping him" way, more in the "this is the person you're with who takes care of you even if you act terribly to them" way) ALSO Grant mentions near the end of ATYD that he "knows he is not Calypso" and I find it very ironic that here, I say he is. Or, yknow, Chris. Because Chris wanted Remus so badly and Remus is like "no"

If you want to push it, I could say this is Tonks, but I'd rather Grant. im not inherently anti-remadora, its just, yknow, a little creepy to have Calypso be a younger woman begging this man to love her. Even if, thinking back, that may have some merit. I just like to be... careful with them, yknow??

"Anyways, I've got all you could want here, All you could need here, Just you and me, my dear, my love for life" "But fear not, I bring no pain, Under my spell, we're stuck in paradise"

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opossumanon · 6 months ago

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Here's why you shouldn't meet your heroes. Or just people who seem cool, cuz this douchebag I'm about to vent to yall about wasn't even my hero he just seemed like a cool person to talk to and then proved to be an asshole.

So a couple weeks ago I was at this conference being hosted at a good university, and it was a journalism and media thing where teens from all over the US and its territories come and learn about the field of journalism and practice and meet other journalists. It also yapped on and on about diversity and inclusion, but was actually fucking terrible about inclusion, but that's a whole other can of worms cuz today I just wanna vent about one specific bad moment.

So nearing the end of the conference was an event where we'd split up and be lectured by different journalists or professors of our choosing, and then there would be a "mixer" where we got snacks and then had the opportunity to chat with the speakers that we didn't get to see. I wanted to go with this one guy that I'm calling Guy, but all the tickets for his thing ran out so I went to another guy who had a REALLY good presentation but was also a classist dick (again, another can of worms). During the mixer, I struggled to get the opportunity to talk to Guy cuz I was so nervous and wasn't sure how to ask my questions without being boring or weird. Eventually my friends at the conference bullied me into doing it and so I waited in line to speak to him, watching as he was all energetic and charming and nice to a normal-looking girl talking to him and watched as he gave her his card. This detail is important.

Eventually the girl left and it was my turn to talk to Guy, and I explained how I couldn't see him speak even though I wanted to and I asked about what he was talking about, and he gave this really paraphrased answer that felt kinda bland? Like he threw in a very short summary of a story he told but it still felt rushed and like he was detached while telling it. It ended with me realizing that he probably wouldn't spill any tea to me personally so I went "Hey do you have anything else that I could look at to get more information?? A website, video, etc??? Or could I just get your card?" and he deadass said (I'm paraphrasing here)

"No, I don't think that'd help you."

Like wtf???????

(For anybody confused as to why I'm upset: In any sort of professional setting where a person has a card, asking for it is the most basic polite thing you can do to the point where people don't even have to ask cuz the other person will just go "Hey you want my card" and hand it over. Guy refusing to give me his card, when I knew for certain that he had one, was the professional equivalent of me reaching out to give him a handshake and him recoiling in disgust. I'm pretty sure he did this as blatantly as he did because he assumed that I'd be clueless about this sort of thing like most of my peers were.)

Looking back I can't find a single thing I did wrong. I waited in line patiently, introduced myself and shook his hand, made eye contact, etc etc. I wasn't even chatting with him for longer than 2 minutes before I gave up and went "I should go now cuz the guy behind me wants to talk to you too, have a good night" and left so it wasn't like I had him trapped talking with me for an hour. By the time I went back to my dorm, I was genuinely on the verge of tears and I felt useless and like I wouldn't be able to accomplish anything...Yknow, at the conference where they've been going on and on and on about how we're all special and are on track to be good journalists and stuff like that.

After 10 minutes of being blinded by tears and sniffling to my heart's content I switched to being angry and decided that I wanted to start a podcast starring weird people, being about weird people, and having an audience of weird people. I still wanna do this because the power of spite is absolutely a thing, but there's also a part of me that wants to back away from anything journalism/media related at all because I feel so fucking crushed from how Guy treated me. A lot of the self confidence that I spent YEARS trying to build back up from nothing was basically knocked over thanks to him.

I don't have much of a lesson to teach, I'm just still upset about this weeks later and I needed to get it out is all, but what this event taught me specifically was

I'll never be seen as normal or taken seriously, no matter how good my neurotypical cis white guy cosplay is

Professors of massive universities are pieces of shit and I'm probably gonna avoid going to them for advice in the future

Higher education is a good thing that all people should have access to if they wish, but also the people you find in higher education settings tend to be classist/elitist pricks who look down on people who don't walk, talk, act, or look like the "typical intellectual" (White person who's obviously upper middle class or higher who's neurotypical and cishet and able-bodied) and therefore making higher education available for everyone is and will continue to be a useless fucking endeavor until we flush out the intense biases against people who don't fit the "typical intellectual" within the system.

#fagdyke #lgbtqia #actually autistic #punk #genderqueer #classism #elitism #higher education #social justice #education reform

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kennyfightme · 2 years ago

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★Theo uses he/him in this to make reading a little less confusing.

CW- Weed mention, Drinking, Substance abuse, Very brief nsfw mention (not fully said), Clyde

Theo emoji count: 1

Word count: 2k EXACTLY ★

Theo took a deep breath, standing outside Clyde’s house. It's just a sleepover. One that YOU planned. He kept repeating those words to himself over and over in his head, but for some reason he was still nervous beyond belief. Almost the second he brought his hand up to knock at Clyde’s door, it swung open.

“What are you doing just standing out here?? Bozo.” Clyde ushered him in while Theo giggled quietly.

“I was about to knock, loser. You interrupted me, Heart break emoji.” Clyde rolled his eyes and huffed, shoving Theo further into the house.

“Stop talking like that. It's not even funny.”

“Snoreeeee.” Plopping down in his designated spot on the couch, he watched Clyde shuffle over and sit next to him. Theo took a deep breath before speaking. “Sooo what are we planning on doing tonight? I was thinking about a movie binge. I brought my weed too, if you wanna smoke?” The older boy flashed Theo a toothy grin, the tiny gap in his front two teeth showing. Most people wouldn't notice it, but it was one of the many small things about Clyde that Theo had memorized.

“Well….I’ll do you one better. Y'know how I've been absolutely itching to get drunk recently? I got grandma to buy us some alcohol!! We could, and should, totally get drunk and watch horror movies.” Theo clenched his teeth. Alcohol? That was a terrible plan. Everytime Theo got drunk he ended up crying about something, and Clyde knew that. Still…Seeing how excited Clyde seemed he couldn't bring himself to say no.

“Yknow, if I didn't know you I'd one hundred percent think you're an alcoholic.” Clyde rolled his eyes at the other brunette, while jumping off the couch. Grabbing Theos hand, Clyde dragged him up. The shorter boy found his eyes lingering on Clyde's hand on his and felt his breath catch in his throat. Fuck. This would be a long night…

Theo leaned against Clyde's large chest, half paying attention to the movie playing and half paying attention to the other males breathing. Inhaling sharply, Clyde went to speak but stopped almost immediately.

“What's up?” Theo cringed at the slight slur in his words, while Clyde simply sat in silence for a minute, trying to process what he wanted to say.

“I'm just thinking…Is your boss single? Y/n I mean…” Theo felt a deep pang in his heart, not having it in him to respond, and directing his attention to the TV instead. “She's just so pretty…And she's smart and funny..and her eyes too! They're soo beautiful and-” Clyde paused, noticing his friend's clear discomfort. Sorrow slowly started to rise in Theo's chest, quickly being replaced with agony, which only got worse the more he saw and heard the man he had been so hopelessly in love with for so long. “Yo? Earth to Theo?”

“Im uh…Gonna go to the bathroom.” God, His attempt in words really was pathetic. They came out quiet and hushed which only drew attention to how upset he was. This was stupid. What was he even so upset over? It's not like this was the first time this was happening. I mean, He used to witness Clyde and Bebe swooning over each other constantly. A scowl formed on his face at the thought of Bebe. Their relationship was never good, always fighting and treating each other like objects. They were trophies to one another, nothing more, nothing less. The star quarterback and star cheerleader. Destined to be together forever, or something stupid like that. Theo attempted to push himself up, feeling his whole body wobble. When did he get so drunk? God, he was barely able to stand. He certainly wouldn't have gotten this drunk on his own. Maybe it was some desperate attempt to stop feeling. Maybe if he got drunk enough, Clyde would go away.

“Yeah dude no, You’re too drunk i dont think that's a good plan. If you really have to pee, go ahead. But I know you don't. Sit back down, c'mon tell me what your problem is.” Theo groaned, the sound of Clyde’s voice making him more angry than he ever thought it could. Still, knowing he should listen to Clyde, he tried to sit back down on the bed. Well tried. He ended up more…flopping down onto his stomach instead. Clyde accidentally let a chuckle slip and Theo felt the anger start to bubble up more aggressively. How dare he think this was funny? Theo was almost to the point of tears and Clyde was laughing? Finally, tears started to escape his already swelling and red eyes. Much like a torrential flood. Except this had been coming for a while. As much as he tried to keep quiet and pretend nothing was wrong, he just couldn't anymore. First, Clyde noticed the shaking. And then the muffled wails.

"Fuck man… I'm sorry I didn't mean it.." He awkwardly placed his hand on Theo's back, rubbing it up and down. "C'mon… tell me what's wrong dude." Theo sobbed into the bed, trying desperately to get words out but he couldn't. Clyde grabbed him as gently as he could with the alcohol flowing through his system, pulling him up into a hug. "Hey hey… shh you're okay. Get it all out buddy… '' Clyde looked down and cringed at the snot on his letterman jacket, but chose not to say anything for his best friend's sake. Why did he even still wear that thing? He wasn't in highschool anymore. Theo sobbed aggressively into his chest, trying his best to take deep breaths and calm down. But no matter what he did he just couldn't. "Theo please… cmon, tell me what's wrong. I'm your best friend, I'm supposed to be here for this kinda stuff."

"I don't want you to be my best friend!!" Theo wailed louder, sure he had woken up Clyde's grandma at this point but honestly. He didn't have it in him to care anymore. He fucking hated that word. Friend. It haunted him, constantly dangling over his head. The thought that he would never be more than friends with Clyde burned in his chest. He would never see Theo the way that he had been desperately craving since highschool and that thought killed him. Rage, Sadness, fear and surprisingly, disgust flooded through Theo's fragile body. What was he disgusted by? He had no clue. Maybe it was the fact that he was convinced Clyde was just ignoring the signs to hurt him. Or maybe it was that he constantly rambled about Y/n, and other girls.

Clyde sat there in shock. "Theo… what? What do you mean?" Theo aggressively shoved the taller male away, harder than he was intending to.

"You're so fucking stupid!! I've been fucking… fucking… pining!!! I've been pining after you for years Clyde!!! Since fucking highschool! And you just… you… You!!!" Theo hated himself for putting everything out in the open like this, but he couldn't stop himself anymore. His confession was supposed to be romantic, with flowers and those donuts Theo made that Clyde was obsessed with. Not some drunken, disgusting mess. "You pretend not to notice anything and I can't take it!! I can't take it anymore Clyde!! I'm so hopelessly in love with you and it hurts! It feels like you're constantly tearing into my chest and ripping my heart out, Clyde.."

Oh god. He was gonna vomit. The pounding in his chest wouldn't stop. Puke rising in his throat combated the heavy sinking of his heart. He was slightly thankful for the alcohol in his bloodstream. If it wasn't for the vomit, he probably would've kept going. The brunette's eyes kept darting around, refusing to focus on his crush. There was no way he could face him now. No way he could make eye contact. Theo jumped as Clyde put his large, calloused hands on the much smaller man's shoulders.

"Theo…I didn't." He was clearly hesitant, trying so hard to form the right words. "I didn't know you felt like this…I'm so sorry." The sincerity in his words hurt. He was sorry, but could never feel the same. Theo knew what he was getting at, he had seen this happen to his friends many times before. But being in that moment? Actually experiencing it? That was something completely different. There was no way it was supposed to hurt this much. Nobody seemed to have felt the pure anguish that he was feeling in that moment. Or maybe they were just better at hiding it than him.

"I'm sorry I can… I can leav-" Theo froze, being cut off by… Clyde kissing him? He felt large hands dragging down from his upper back, to his lower hips. Oh god, what was he supposed to do? Theo had never been kissed before… He found himself leaning into it though, hands drifting on top of Clyde's. The two pulled away, wide surprised eyes meeting hooded lust filled eyes. "I… " Theos face burned a pale shade of scarlet.

"You don't have to say anything. I shouldn't have done that."

"Can we… maybe do It again?" Clyde hummed, gently grabbing Theo's chin, and pulling him close. Their lips met, and the brunette instantly felt sparks. This kiss felt so much deeper, so much more passionate. Tongues dancing together, like a forbidden tango. The two's hands desperately crawled against each other's bodies, needing to be as close as physically possible. It was almost as if they were trying to crawl beneath the other's skin.

Theo never felt as loved as he did in this moment.

The next day was long and agonizing. Kneeling on the library floor, Theo whined, holding his head. Fuck… everything hurt. More than it usually did when he was hung over. His brain flashed back to this morning. It was… awkward to say the least. Clyde never mentioned what happened between the two, and Theo spent his time trying to tiptoe around it. A sigh escaped the young man's cracked lips. Who knew kissing someone all night would make them feel so dry and crusty? Thank god he was here, organizing books. At least that kept his mind mostly occupied.

The library's bell dinging dragged Theo out of his thoughts, as he stood to greet the customer. “Welcome to- Clyde?” Clyde grinned at the green eyed boy, speaking slightly louder than needed.

“Hey!! Where's Y/n? I stopped by earlier but neither of you were here…” The 20 year old trailed off, eyes darting around the store. Theo felt his heart sink immediately. Why was he still focusing on her? After last night…He should've been coming into the store looking for Theo. He heard another sigh unintentionally escape his lips.

“We’re in a library, Clyde. Keep your voice down…” Theo walked closer to Clyde. Their height difference seemed bigger than ever, the older and taller man appearing to tower over the smaller, younger one. Theos voice hushed slightly, whispering up to him. “And I'm still hungover from last night…” Clyde's eyes rolled.

“Yeah yeah… Where is she though?” There was that sharp pain again. A frown formed on Theos face.

“She's not in yet…Can we please talk about last night?”

“What's there to talk about? We got drunk and watched movies together.” Theos brows furrowed at that, that feeling of despair and agony starting to come back.

“What? Clyde we…We spent the night making out and cuddling together. You couldn't have forgotten about everything. Clyde you took my-” Clyde almost immediately busted out laughing, cutting Theo off. What the fuck was so funny? Last night was so serious to him. Why did Clyde always seem to laugh during important moments to Theo? Clyde spoke, and immediately his eyes widened. Despair quickly started to pull at his chest.

“Oh my god, what are you talking about? I'm in love with Y/n? You know that… Besides, I'm not even close to gay. "

Fuck. Theo was going to vomit.

#teehee #south park am oc #south park am series #south park am side chapters #south park am #Theo Turner #Clyde makes me sick #was it worth the wait guys #lmk how we're feeling

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pocketknifeprayers · 1 year ago

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for your deer in the headlights au specifically: ■☮▼ for volume and ♥ for all of them (including the girl)

i love you forever for asking about deer in headlights thank u so so much 💞💞💞

VOLUME

■bedroom/living quarters headcanon: he shares with his crew :) usually the room is pretty packed. it depends on the night, how many people are crashing at the nest. the crew have a few separate matresses and piles of comfy shit between themselves but always end up sharing. he doesn't mind, he's used to it and can't sleep without someone else's body heat now.

☮️friendship headcanon: !!!! he's not like. The Friendliest Person Ever like i don't wanna pigeonhole him like that but he makes friends easily, he's very charming and easygoing and often just makes friends wherever he goes. he always leaves stickshift crusades concerts with someone new's frequency and acquainted with a bunch of new faces.

▼childhood headcanon: this is gonna be revealed in the fic :) (aka i have a vague idea but am still deciding how i want it to go in the au)

♥family headcanon: wahhh..... loves his family...... the vs are everything to him. he would do anything for them. the group is tough because they all have things going on for each of them internally and that causes a lot of like. angst but volume just really wants them to all be okay and be together and prioritizes the safety and health over his crew over all else. he would never on any other circumstances take in a kid and change the dynamic but he had no choice in this scenario

VAL

♥: the vs. the thing is, val's not afraid to admit that. yeah his crew is his family, he'll say flippantly. doesn't mean they don't drive him fucking crazy sometimes. he doesn't specify how, doesn't go into more detail about how they're family, what he loves about them, how he feels. that's where it gets scary for him. the details and vulnerability are too much to speak aloud

VINYL

♥: he misses his brother. he had a family back in the city, a small one, just him two parents and an older brother. he misses that, misses his brother a lot mostly. his parents weren't great so he doesn't miss them but his brother he misses. it's alright though. it isn't all the time. and he adores the vs. they are his family now and most of the time they feel like all the family he's ever needed. and when he misses his brother he knows they'll be there to comfort him. :). he's not... thrilled about this new addition to the dynamic it's going to throw off a lot of routine and add tension which he knows he's going to have to deal with but he's willing to give it a shot. try his best yknow.

THE GIRL

♥: family was the four. that was family to her. cherri too. he's not included anymore. the way she misses them has changed from when she was little. she doesn't cry about it anymore. she just... longs for that. not being able to fix the ache in her chest makes her mad and she'll be damned if she lets anyone else try to be her family again.

VAYA

♥: !! in my canon vaya is kinda like. the least attached to the vs if that makes sense. yes she and vamos are very close yes she loves the vs but she has a life outside of it that's her own. she also misses her mom, even though she was terrible. her family is vamos and her mom and that dynamic they had was bad but she still misses it sometimes. she's going along with this new addition to the household just cuz she knows there's nothing to do about it and she'll try to stay out of it if things go bad. help out where she can but things are out of her hands. she's mostly worried about vamos handling it, honestly. in her mind they can be a touch naive. also sensitive. she doesn't want the extra stress to hurt her.

VAMOS

♥: the vs are her family!! she doesn't want anything to do with the memories of her and vaya and their mother it just makes her sad. they want to leave that behind if they can, family doesn't act like her mother did. they love the vs so much and couldn't ask for better family like she just connects with them all on a certain level and really clicks with them and they feel so free to be themself :) while yeah they worry about the kid being added to the household she kinda just tries to trust things will work out. what's meant to be will be! and this might be exciting!

#here ya go :) thank u bestie #asks #venomroses #the ultra vs #my fic

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gtzgoblin · 5 months ago

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Alright let's go: Kate Bishop, America Chavez, Yelena Belova, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Kamala Khan, Illyana Rasputin, Emma Frost, Bobbi Morse, Jessica Jones, Layla El-Faouly, Maya Lopez, Gamora, Nebula, Mantis

That's just Marvel and it's hard with comics coz like, different authors write in different ways and some totally miss my vibe/what I think is the point. But as a rule, they're the people I look for when I'm looking for reading (and I've added MCU Layla coz she's the best). Like, I really like Gwenpool in WCA but I don't like the whole break the forth wall style of comics so have never really read her own stuff.

So I'm less lame I'll branch out into different things I like:

Amy Pond, Clara Oswald, Bill Potts, Martha Jones, Gwen Cooper, Toshiko Sato, the 13th Doctor, Yasmin Khan, Donna Noble, Missy, Sarah Jane Smith is a legend

This is still kinda lame because they're all just in Doctor Who, I must like other things? That's all just from two universes. Um.

Kimiko Miyashiro, Annie January.

I can only think of things that I've literally just been immersed in. I'm running through things I've watched recently on a ticklist and I can't remember half of them. I'm not attempting House of the Dragon, they're all terrible people. X-23 was in Deadpool and I forgot her above but now I'm going back to Marvel and I don't wanna do that.

Omg wait. How did I forget Dr Ellie Sattler from Jurassic Park, formative to my childhood development, and Lex too - but more in the film than the book. Phoebe Spengler, the kid in the new Ghostbusters films. And, yknow, all of the female Ghostbusters from the middle run that no one but me and my dad actually liked. Janine Melnitz. Kylie Griffin. Ripley from Alien. Merida from Brave. Moana. The girl hyena in fucking Lion Guard. Velma and Daphne from Scooby Doo. The badass lady who owns the coffee shop in Good Omens. Poison Ivy, because I agree with her logic but not her methods. Leslie Knope, Ann Perkins, April Ludgate, Donna Meagle from Parks and Rec. Jen from the IT Crowd. All the girls in Derry Girls. Robin and Nancy and Erica and oh my god Joyce from Stranger Things. Morgana and Gwen from Merlin.

There are so many cool women out there in media (though everything I'm thinking of I'm wading through more men than women to think of names). This is way more than fucking ten but whatever..why stop? We gotta show support for strong ladies and I love them all!

Name ten female characters you like, you get zapped if it's jsut a male character you call a babygirl or other feminine nicknames because I can't see people calling Lestat coquette again

#marvel #comics #doctor who #torchwood #jurassic park #ghostbusters #(expanded universe)#parks and rec #alien #scooby doo #batman #derry girls #brave #moana #stranger things #i have adhd i did read the brief but then i got carried away and forgot #love to the ladies #👌

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afterschool-labyrinth · 7 months ago

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Afterschool Labyrinth chapter 5

With a ding, the elevator doors opened. The children emerged, only to find themselves wading in water. The dim area was lined with sinks and toilet stalls.

"Ewww," If Shawn could grimace, he would. "Definitely not up to code."

"I don't think we really have a choice," Gale reminded. "We still gotta find the principal and get the key home."

"Ugh," Shawn followed the others reluctantly. "I swear, if this water's from the toilets..."

"Here it is!" Dolly called out, having run ahead. The others rushed to her as she pointed into one of the rooms.

The next elevator, however, was high up on a platform, reachable only by a large raft between it and some stairs on another platform. Yet the water was too low, and the gap across was far too wide to jump across.

"Aw man." Sammy groaned.

"I hate to say this, but we need to raise the water level somehow." Shawn surmised.

"Or we could use Wynn as a bridge, but I guess throwing her across there by the head is obviously out of the question." Manny stated.

"So's one of us stretching across and having the others tread on our back." Gale agreed.

"I don't wanna be a bridge." Wynn said.

"Nobody's gonna be a bridge, Wynn." Gale reassured her.

"Yeah," Alix added. "There's gotta be some kinda valve in this area."

So, the children moved away from the room to search. Along the way, they noticed the strange toilets that didn't have stalls surrounding them: Instead of normal tanks, they had giant porcelain faces, like Greek or Roman busts.

"Yknow, If one of us has to go," Sammy warned. "I gotta feeling that usin' one o' these is a bad idea."

"Oh my god, I just thought of something even more terrible," Ethan spoke up. "If there were dangerous monsters on each floor, then what's waiting for us here?"

"Ethan, don't worry about it," Gale reasoned. "If there's something dangerous here, then there's probably someone helpful, too."

"Oh, like the nice-looking ghost girl over there?" Dolly pointed.

The other children turned to see a glowing humanoid figure, partially transparent. It looked like a young human (or, at least, humanoid) girl in a red dress, her hair in an odd upswept style. She smiled, before moving away.

"Where's she going?" Dolly asked.

Before Ethan could say something along the lines of 'Who cares, let's just keep looking' or 'Don't follow her, it could be a trick', there was a distant splashing sound from the near distance, like something heavy dropping into the water. Whatever it was seemed to be getting closer and closer.

The children looked in the direction of the noise, before bolting in the direction the ghost girl had gone, having the unspoken agreement that she was definitely the helpful one.

They soon found her pointing to a large faucet in the middle of the floor, illuminated by a single spotlight. "Is that our solution?" Shawn regarded it suspiciously.

"Only one way to find out," Alix reached for the valve.

Ethan stopped her. "Waitaminute," he cautioned. "If that whatever-it-is can travel through water, what if adding more water'll make things worse?"

Alix gulped. Nevertheless she stated "We've gotta chance it." With that, she turned the valve, allowing the faucet to pour out.

Just as predicted, the water began to slowly rise. Manny declared "Alright guys, let's get outta here!"

As the children made their way through the flooding bathrooms, they heard the splashing again. This time it was behind them. Manny looked to see... Well, there was actually nothing to see but a strong splash in the water, each closer than the last.

Alix saw the ghost girl again. This time she was hopping across the tank-busts with graceful ease.

An idea came to her. "Everybody," she exclaimed. "Get up onto the toilets!"

"You're not serious, Alix!" Shawn complained.

"No, she's right!" Gale realized. "We'll jump our way to safety!"

With that, she and Alix climbed onto the busts and began their leaping journey following the ghost girl. The others did the same, with Wynn slithering across them like a python in the trees. The unseen thing, apparently restricted to the water, couldn't reach them.

Soon, they returned to the room with the platforms. There were no more toilet-busts beyond that point.

"Okay," Manny looked at Alix. "What do we do now?"

"I guess we just run for it." came Alix's answer.

"Like we seem to be doing lately." Shawn deadpanned.

"Okay, on three," Alix told the others. "One, two..."

The thing was getting closer...

"Three!"

All eight children jumped in and made for the stairs, pausing only to look back once they were all out of the water. The splashing stopped, then resumed, moving further and further away.

Alix turned to the ghost girl. "Thanks..." She breathed.

The ghost girl simply smiled and nodded, before vanishing. Crossing the makeshift bridge, the children entered the elevator.

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The second the elevator doors opened, what could only be described as a tidal wave swept over the Student Council. They were washed out into the Bathrooms.

As soon as it settled, the Council President's assistant, floating face-up in the water, had this to say. "Y'know, those kids might have had help from Hannah."

"Ya THINK?" the Council President retorted, before there came the sound of splashing getting closer and closer.

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