#anonymous witness | anonymous

[glow-worms-are-believers]

Witness Protection

There’s a dead guy in the alley and it’s not Danny. 

Ok, technically there are two dead guys in the alley but honestly, Danny feels like they’re way past semantics.

Because, once again, there is a dead man in the alley. 

Danny is fairly sure the guy’s been murdered. The bloody mess that is the guy's chest is a pretty good indicator, but the bloody knife that's still stuck in the guy’s guts is really what makes it for the teen.

Danny might be freaking out a little bit. Because, while he is used to dead people, they’re never this newly deceased, or for that matter, this gruesomely murdered.

Before his breath can quicken too much, Danny makes himself take a deep breath. 

Say what you want about Danny, but he hasn’t spent his high-school career moonlighting as a teenage vigilante without learning a thing or two about staving off a panic attack. Feeling more calm, Danny focuses back on the issue at hand.

I should call the police, says something in the back of his head that sounds like Jazz.

If I call in the murder I’ll be on the suspect list, retorts some other part of his brain he’s choosing to call the Sam part.

No advice from an imaginary Tuck though. Even in his own mind he can’t imagine a Tucker that hasn’t already passed out cold at the sight of a dead guy. 

Which, fair. Danny is kinda considering the option, as he’s feeling a little faint himself. It is way past time he got out of here. At least he's figured out just how to do it.

Anonymous tips are a wonderful thing, made all the more wonderful by the presence of payphones in Gotham.Danny is officially handing this off to the proper authorities.

Boy is he glad he doesn’t have to be involved anymore.

A few streets over, a hooded figure rounds a corner, their breath coming fast  as they clench their bloody fists agitadely. There wasn’t supposed to be anyone there, and yet. This is an unexpected setback.

The hooded figure leans back against the alley wall to catch their breath. Nothing to do about it but fix it. And as these things go, this is an easy mistake to fix. The face of the black-haired blue-eyed hurdle floats to the front of their mind. 

It should be child’s play.

[yuwuta]

please feed us some yuuji blurbs there’s a lack of him rn :(

ofc… sweetest boy all time… here’s something was was meant to be a longer project but got lost in the editing whirlwind… love him so bad... 

NEVER LOST IN TRANSLATION, BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT 

notes: reader is implied to be american/english-speaking, yuuta and megumi are bilingual, yuuji, bless his soul, is not. i didn’t use italics for conversations between yuuji and megumi because it would all be in japanese, but when they get mixed later in the scene, japanese is differentiated with italics. hope that’s not too confusing lololll

Honestly, Yuuji tried his best in school. Some things came easier than other, but with a bit of hard work, and help from his friends, he always managed to pull pretty good grades. But right now, his biggest regret is not taking english more seriously in high school, because it’s been about three weeks since he met you, and he’s only been able to say maybe five full sentences to you without the help of Yuuta or Megumi translating. 

He was excited when Yuuta said his friend from abroad would be coming to visit and study, but god, he didn’t expect you to be so pretty. To have such pretty eyes, and pretty lips, and pretty hair, to have the prettiest voice in the world despite him only understanding every eighteenth word you say. You’re beautiful to him, and Yuuji thinks that even if he could speak your language fluently, the words would still get caught in his throat. He’s so lovesick, it’s embarrassing—his friends have been harping on him blushing and stuttering over you for the past month, and he can’t even blame them.

“What does she say to you when you guys talk,” Yuuji whines, hovering around Megumi, and not-so-discreetly looking back at you where you’re still sat in the living room laughing with Yuuta, “Does she ever say anything about me? I mean—probably not right? Which is fine! Actually, dont tell me—no, do. Or maybe—”

“She asks about you,” Megumi says, matter-of-fact in delivery, as he places a bag of popcorn in the microwave, but that doesn’t curb Yuuji’s enthusiasm. He’s practically bouncing, if he weren’t already—begging Megumi to spill the details, “What did she ask? Tell me! Tell me!” 

“She once asked if you dye your hair.”

“That’s it?!” Yuuji screams, heartbroken, and visibly deflating.

Megumi shrugs, “Yuuta probably knows more. She’s his exchange buddy friend thing, so ask him.”

“I can’t ask him, he’s right next to her!” Yuuji pouts, “Wait, what does ‘exchange buddy friend thing’ mean? You don’t think they’re more than friends, right…? I can’t blame her, senpai is really pretty, too, and he can actually talk to her… so unfair.” 

“You know, she’s not fluent, but she can understand some Japanese,” Megumi reminds him, “So, she can definitely hear you, and probably understand you.”

Yuuji’s shoulders slump, and once again, he turns around to look back at you. This time, you two make eye-contact, and that instant, Yuuji’s cheeks go pink, a nervous hand raised to wave at you, and instant internal regret at his actions; but, then you smile, and wave back, and Yuuji stays like that, dumbfounded and lovestruck and on autopilot as he waves with hearts in his eyes until Yuuta looks up from his phone and catches him.

Embarrassing. He knows he’s not the brightest, but he’s at a record high of self-embarrassment since he’s met you.

Yuuta finds himself chuckling when Yuuji spins around and goes back to prodding Megumi with questions. When you turn to face him again, it’s with a shy smile.

“I told you you’d like him,” Yuuta grins—the kind that seems sweet and innocent, but has just a kiss of that all-knowing tease to it; the kind that reminds you that he’s truly related to Satoru.

“Oh, be quiet,” you grumble, tucking your legs in and resting your chin on your knee. You spare another glance in Yuuji’s direction, for once, grateful for the language barrier between the two of you, when you turn back to Yuuta to proclaim: “I can like someone and not do anything about it. You’re real good at that, aren’t you?”

Yuuta’s slightly cocky grin falls into a scowl, and now you get to smile when he argues back, “We said not to bring up he who shall not be named in the presence of my friends!”

“Then don’t bring up my he who shall not be named in the presence of him!”

“Aren’t Americans all about forging new frontiers and chasing after your dreams?” he taunts, “Well, your dream is right in front of you.”

“My dream right now is to kill you.”

“Lucky for me, you’re going to have to hold off on that because your lover boy is approaching.”

You don’t have time to argue back with Yuuta when Megumi and Yuuji approach the living area with snacks in tow. Yuuta scoots to the tail end of the couch under the guise of giving Yuuji space to place the popcorn and nuggets in the center of the coffee table, but he has just enough time to flash you a wink before Yuuji settles in between. Megumi opts for the loveseat closets to Yuuta’s end of the couch, and you do your best not to reach over Yuuji and strangle Yuuta.

The boys decide on watching a movie you’ve never heard of, but Megumi reassures you it’ll be easy to follow and has English subtitles. You don’t mind, settling in to your corner of the couch with a handful of popcorn just as the title-screen for Human Earthworm 3 rolls across the TV.

You can follow along well-enough—even without subtitles, you get the gist of the movie. What you really find entertaining is Yuuji, who occasionally blurts out a comment or exclamation, or audibly coos whenever something sad is happening on screen. He’s almost as animated as the characters; you’re more of the silent-watcher type, but you find yourself endearing by this commentary, even if you can only understand parts of it.

You particularly appreciate the way that after every comment, he either motions to Megumi, or turns to you himself to repeat his thoughts in his best broken English, and even when you don’t understand his words, you understand him. His emotions are all on his sleeve: frustration, happiness, confusion, curiosity—communication between you two should be more difficult, but Yuuji makes it easy.

It gives you the confidence you cough out your own observation, “You, um… you’ve… seen the others? You seem to like this series.”

Across the room, Megumi and Yuuta hold their breaths, opting to not translate for you when you switch from Japanese to English. Yuuji is quiet for a moment, turned to face you with a slightly confused look on his face that makes you nervous, until his eyes brighten up and he smiles and begins nodding fervently—“Yeah—yeah, I do! It’s my… hm how do I say it… Oh! It’s my favorite!”

Between the smile on his face, the blush on his cheeks, and sincerity in his voice, you feel like you’re wrapped up in his world. It’s a little confusing, and scary, but it’s not all that bad. Maybe you can do something about it, eventually.

“I.. I think I like it, too.”

[canisalbus]

I have to ask what drew vasco into falling in love with machete?

His snivelling runt ways were just that irresistable.

[ingravinoveritas]

Now what would possess Georgia to post a pic when she and David look like that on insta and caption it the way she did?

Oh, boy. Well, let's get the visual up, for anyone who hasn't seen the pic yet...

And again, Anon, going back to what I wrote on David's birthday...I am truly at a loss to explain/understand some of Georgia's choices lately.

Focusing only on David and Georgia here (as I feel that minors/kids should remain strictly off-limits), this is not the best picture of either of them. That is not to say that David or Georgia are ugly, because they are not, and this is not about looks or physical appearance, but rather the energy of the picture itself. And the energy coming from Georgia is one of being frazzled, while David looks manic, if not downright pained.

So to then use that tag, of all tags--#vbes, also known as Vagina Brag Easter Sunday--is confusing to the point of disbelief, because neither adult in this picture actually looks like they are bragging about anything. I think that tag at least made some sense when David looked happy or content in these pictures, but the incongruity of the tag to how he looks now makes it even more obvious that something is not right.

What's really strange is that I actually had a dream last night that Georgia and David were in--not about them, specifically, but that took place at their home. In the dream, Georgia was emceeing an event (and there were a lot of firefighters in the crowd, for some reason), and I was there and got to make a remark related to autism. After I finished, the firefighters and others started applauding, and the look on Georgia's face was almost exactly the one in this picture. David was there and very nervous/anxious as he kept himself busy, and no one could get near him. The expression on his face was also similar to the one here--"on" during the event, and then more himself after, but distant and preoccupied.

I have no clue what my subconscious was trying to tell me (probably nothing, as it was a dream), but it's certainly something to see this picture today having that in mind. It's also remarkable seeing people in the comments on Georgia's post actively pointing out David's expression ("Why does DT look like he's being held at gunpoint"; "Why does David look scared"; "Help, why is he smiling like that?") in a way that I don't think a lot of folks have before. Which could mean a lot of things, but mostly that whatever is going on is getting progressively harder to ignore.

As for what possessed Georgia, well...again, I can only shrug my shoulders and wonder. I have no malice or ill will toward her and never have, but it is definitely difficult to understand a post like this...

[ddarker-dreams]

I’m so intrigued….do you think chrollo could ever be taught from his darling how to love in a “healthy”/“normal way? Like could he learn to change? And also do you ever see him as growing tired of his darling and leaving her after a while?

in a normal relationship with chrollo, you might actually be able to sand away at the edges of his more unhealthy tendencies... even if he isn't yandere, he'd still be doing some questionable things without your knowledge. after being with you romantically for a while, he'd fight the impulses better. unless you leave your journal out in the open. that's an opportunity too tempting to resist.

this progress isn't so much his way of settling down and becoming an upstanding citizen, either. you've gone from being the cute person at a café reading a translation of a novel he's itching to tell you doesn't do the original work justice, to someone he can't ever see himself being without. even then he still isn't normal when it comes to you. his loyalty, once earned, is intense. if your boss ever passes you up for a promotion he's stealing their car and leaving it at a harrowing crime scene. he considers that an act of mercy, compared to what else he's capable of.

yandere chrollo, though. hm. you can try setting up your 'how to love normally' academy. he'll attend your lectures, do the reading, submit his assignments on time... but the material isn't applied how you hoped. he isn't going to have a miraculous change of heart. no, he'll apply what he's learned on a superficial level. you've essentially handed him a wealth of knowledge for him to use to his advantage. he's no stranger to deception — if you want him to change his behavior, he'll give you the impression that he has. he's game for almost anything, so long as it doesn't involve you going out and about by yourself.

as for him getting tired of you, it isn't going to happen. his devotion is an iron chain there's no freeing yourself from. he derives too much enjoyment from your interactions and just you in general to ever give it up. he's very much a 'til death do us part' type.

[chiliger]

Arrrggh Peck looks so sweet in that picture!!! How does she pull it off? She's a hecking ARC trooper who can decapitate droids with her bare hands, she should not be able to look so soft and cute 🥺🥺🥺 (in case you didn't notice, I adore her. That picture of her and Bella on that couch looks so damn soft and fluffy it straight up gave me three cavities minimum and also looks like it should hang in a museum somewhere)

Ahhhh thank you!! 💚 Haha, the duality of a woman 🤭

See, the thing about Peck being all soft and cute is because of Bella. She has so much love for her little sister that Peck will indulge her in just about anything. Bella is really the first being Peck truly clicked with. She had no attachment to her batchmates on Kamino, so when she got assigned as Bella’s second (and personal guard), Peck’s devotion to the young Jedi Padawan kinda skyrocketed and never came down.

Anyone outside their close friends and family circle usually gets a suspicious glare. It’s very guard dog behavior heheh

I’m so glad Peck has an admirer out there~ 💚

[utilitycaster]

Is there any like. Real lore based reasons ppl treat pelor as an analogue for the Big Honcho God or is that a false connection ppl who are already deadset on projecting their religious trauma with monotheistic Christian god onto fantasy pantheon make because something something "Father" and/or "Sun deity"

I think the fact that the people buying up the land in and around Hearthdell and putting in temples were doing so in the name of the Dawnfather is a big factor. It's quite honestly the only justified reason, but this was also extremely present before there was even a hint of that plot. Nothing with regards to his interactions with Deanna is anything untoward; he is arrogant but if you can't appreciate arrogant characters then skill issue; and this post (and OPs excellent reblog down the chain) covers his portrayal in Campaign 1 better than I could.

Otherwise? I'm not Christian and never have been, so personally Jesus Portrayals do nothing for me because that guy is way too nice, honestly, and it weirds me out. So while I suspect the hatred of Pelor is in part a projection of negative feelings about Christianity, for a number of reasons, particularly the fact that almost all the people dead set against him and other gods write arguments that sound like they learned rhetoric exclusively from fire-and-brimstone sermons, down to the presupposing their conclusions as part of the initial premise (they call it preaching to the choir for a reason) and the almost exclusive reliance on appeals to emotion in the absence of any logic, I do not want to say so definitively. I cannot say for sure why people came in to Campaign 3 deciding the gods had three strikes against them already and then proceeded to put on a Church Lady act of being Shocked and Sickened when people looked at the collapsed heap of unsupported presumptions they called an argument and said "no thanks" but they do. It is rather tedious.

I don't want to attribute to disingenuousness and a secret taste for the boot provided the "correct" people are wearing it what I think (and hope) is just being really, really, really stupid and incapable of considering perspectives other than one's own (though both of those can very easily be swayed towards dangerous beliefs), but there's one "argument" against the gods that I've mulled over since I first saw it. It boiled down to the idea that it was unjust for some people to have powers and some to not, and was phrased something like "if my friend got spells from their god and I didn't, I'd want to kill the gods" and that sounds like an abjectly miserable experience. I don't want to rest my argument entirely on emotion, though I'm trying to counter one resting entirely on emotion and it's pretty difficult, but man. To see your friend put in effort (perhaps not as concrete and material an effort as that of a wizard, but still an effort) and get something for it and feel only jealousy because you didn't get the same? Like not just a twinge of jealousy, which we all get, but to be so full of it as to be moved to violence? To have no joy for one's friends? That sounds like a life that would suck ass.

I think a lot of the Prime Deities in Exandrian lore, Pelor very much included (and he is perhaps the like...least nice about it, and some people get REALLY weird about a Lack of Uwu Soft Gentle Niceness even though as previously discussed I find it a turn-off) are very much about hope, and making good faith attempts, and responsibility and obligation to others, and keeping one's promises and I think that message sits very ill with people who would prefer a narrative of despair and nihilism. Ultimately that's kind of the split between the Primes and Betrayers that we see in Downfall. I think that while much of the Pelor hate is just a convenient scapegoat for a general hatred of all the gods (which is why I get general in the above paragraphs), some people hate Pelor, essentially, the way one hates sunny days when one is extremely depressed, and see them as a deliberate, cruel, and targeted affront when the sun is simply a thing that shines independently of one's mood.

[spookyboywhump]

wait, Cain killed someone??? when did that happen?

Okay so he. I think he did kill someone. When I decided that it was supposed to be a much bigger deal and it kind of uhhhh. Got lost in my fixation on Wren and Zander ig. Would it be too late for me to insert that back into the story? And expand on that?

[leofwines]

recently a switch flipped for how i understand myself, and it keeps flipping. over the course of the last few months that switch is being flipped more rapidly. i don;t know how i feel anymore. i've lost a facet of introspection and i've lost sight of a pathway in my life and i feel sad and alone. there's nothing i can do about it because i've already established this [gestures vaguely] as who i am

[polaroid-angel]

"Reveal all the trauma I suffered,

I'll relive it all to be

born much stronger

then there's no way someone else can repeat…

What you did to me."

— Memory Merge ◆ YonKaGor

You’ve walked through shadows deep, borne scars that whisper of pain, Yearning to let memory fade, to leave behind what shaped you so.

But remember—there is always a solution…

Forcas, unknown age, a human with angel powers. That's what he knows he is, at least, that's what an 'angel' from his dream told him so.

What he doesn't know is that the power he holds has a large payoff—a memory for a memory.

With a past that he doesn't remember, he sets off to investigate further.

— ◆ It is most advised to watch what you say. Sometimes, the things you do may seem small at first, but soon, the consequences will come back to bite you, and it will be a painful one.

🔍 Currently investigating: Somewhere dark and decrepit

📌 Tags and ooc notes will be below the cut!

— ◆ Tags:

#📌 anonymous witness -> anon

#📌 named witness -> username

#📌 red string -> reblog

#📌 statements -> answered

#📌 gathering evidence -> RP

#📌 what do you need? -> in character

#📌 the director -> ooc

#📌 worship -> fanwork

#🔍name -> location

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Remembrance 1

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[mjalti]

every time the "you were a child who didn't know how to say no" post comes up on my dash or i scroll by it in my photos gallery, it's literally like 50 poison arrows shot through the heart and head. skewers me like a shish kebab. you popped off so hard with that one

[askaceattorney]

Dear J'Luc K. Star,

They do have accommodations for anyone, who can't speak such as using sign language.

For anyone blind or any disability, their testimony will focus on what they're able to testify. Like you can't have a blind person testify based on sight. That's unrealistic. Same with expecting someone deaf to testify what they "heard."

Courtrooms do offer accommodations, even to children such as soft toys or only testifying in a different room with pictures.

- Athena Cykes

[skunkes]

I remember seeing nsfw of Mithrun and Kabru where the other Canaries were uh. Helping out. on twt a couple years ago and it's been living in my head rent free since. So it's definitely out there

i hate my life.

[freakinator]

the most unstable part of unstableverse is its timeline

sad but tru 😔

[waugh-bao]

I think we can take Andrew’s story of Charlie and Shirley ‘sharing each other’ in bed as more testament to their love. They were so into each other they could get in the mood despite being surrounded by, from all accounts, extremely dirty and smelly conditions. I imagine Charlie being apologetic about bringing her back to this place but she’s so smitten she doesn’t even notice the moldy dishes and instead just starts to take his clothes off. True love! ❤️ ❤️

I get the impression, based on the Sexton book and all of the stories about Shirley messing with his sock drawer, that she wasn’t as cleanliness obsessed as Charlie, but yeah, no sane person would want to sleep with a guy who brings them back to a flat that looks like this:

It’s got to be true love (and a very strong woman) to look past that biohazard of a living space.

Shirley deserved to be treated like a queen regardless, but I could imagine that Mick and Keith probably also still felt a bit guilty for that in the years afterwards and that contributed to them making sure Shirley was always given the best of the best when she came to see a show or join a tour:

[obsidianwarden]

I can hear your muse's voice in your threads <3 I love your snape!

oh gosh this is like ... the validation I need? the highest form of praise for a writer of a canon character ??? THANK YOU. truly. for reading me, for taking the time to send me this lovely message, for enjoying my vision of snerp. ;w;