#avoid repossession

[finance-south-africa]

How to Keep Your Home: Real Steps to Stop Repossession

Steps to Stop Repossession

Nobody ever wants to imagine losing their home, but for some, it can become a scary possibility. The idea of repossession can feel like the ground shifting under your feet. But don’t lose hope—there are ways to fight back and protect your house. This guide lays out practical steps you can take to potentially stop the repossession process and find some much-needed breathing room.

What Does Repossession Mean?

In simple terms, repossession happens when a homeowner falls behind on their mortgage, and the lender takes back the property. It’s a step-by-step process that starts with missed payments, followed by warning letters, and eventually ends in a legal move to sell your house to recover the debt. If you’re facing this situation, knowing these steps can help you act before things spiral out of control.

For a deeper dive into what repossession looks like in South Africa, take a look at our article on how foreclosure works.

What You Can Do Right Now

Reach Out to Your Lender This isn’t the time to hide from your lender—reach out as soon as you sense trouble. Let them know what’s going on, be honest about your circumstances, and ask if there’s any way to reduce your payments or stretch out the loan period. Most lenders would rather negotiate than deal with the costly and lengthy process of repossession.

Look at Repayment Options Once you’ve opened up communication, discuss repayment options. Some lenders might agree to reduce your payments for a few months or modify your loan to make it more manageable. Want more insights? Read our piece on managing debt effectively for some solid advice.

Bottom Line

Dealing with repossession is no fun, but there’s a way through it. The key is to act quickly, communicate clearly, and be open to different solutions. And remember, Real Estate Assist is here to guide you through the maze and help you hold onto what’s yours.

Real Estate Assist specializes in stopping repossession in South Africa

[sapphicautistic]

I am literally the bravest ever for being at the doctor office rn

[bee-a-ts]

this is such a niche, usa-based rant but I work at a credit union and I keep encountering people who have taken out a loan, have issues with what they purchased with that loan (in my case, usually solar panels), then decide they will not be paying the loan back because the product they purchased doesn't work. and it's like

I get it!! capitalism is hell and our financial landscape is broken!!! unfortunately you borrowing money from the bank has nothing to do with what you purchased not working and that does suck but you still have to pay your loan!!

i'm talking to these people who are six months past due not because they can't pay but bc they're mad at the solar company and i'm trying to explain if they don't make payments, the loan will have to be charged off and sent to collections and legal action will be taken at that time and they're like fine! take me to court! my product doesn't work! and I am on my knees begging to work with them because I know they have no legal standing and they are about to be ~very unhappy~ when they lose that court case because borrowing money has nothing to do with how you spent that money!!!!!

[insanethrottlebikernews]

MY MOTORCYCLE IS BEING REPOSSESSED

#HARLEYDAVIDSON #HARLEYS #MOTORCYCLES There are not enough people to repossess all the motorcycles. That was the message from Harley-Davidson Inc., which said Thursday its credit losses in the first quarter were due in part to a shortage of repossession agents.  The repossession industry is seeing an uptick in demand as more Americans struggle to afford their car payments. And companies that…

[khangi]

My spouse and I are both multiply disabled, queer, and native. We have been struggling with bills deeply and are in desperate need of help. We got rent paid on our own (!!!!) but we have several bills that need paid NOW.

Car ($215) needs paid by 7/5 to avoid repossession.

Web ($215) needs paid by 7/7 to avoid being shut off.

Phone (pt 1, $120) needs paid by 7/8 to avoid being shut off.

Phone (pt 2, $120) has till 7/22.

Electric ($150) is super overdue!

Anything helps!

https://www.paypal.me/jnwampler

V: KajiW

C: $kajiw

GOAL Met

[multifandomme]

Case Closed

Pairing: Casey Novak x Female Reader

Summary: Following an unfavourable verdict, Casey struggles to let the case go until you intervene.

Genre: Smut, (strap-ons, choking, spanking, light degradation, praise), not suitable for minors.

Word Count: 2.5k.

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A seventy-one percent conviction rate was never to be taken lightly, a statistic that filled Casey with incomparable pride and only fuelled her passion to see justice through to the end. As unyielding and motivated as the woman was, there was always a slight chance of failure, an odd occasion where a case could be rendered shambolic before a jury. This was one of those rare occurrences.

Casey had taken the shortcoming personally as expected, unable to pry herself away from the case entirely. You could practically hear her mind whirring, more so when she had taken the decision to seclude herself in the study of your shared home. The light from the desk lamp peered out into the hallway, its understated rays peeking into your bedroom as you awaited her eventual arrival to no avail. Instead, the sound of shuffling papers filled the silence, fervent as if she was starting from scratch, something that you could not allow for the sake of her sanity.

Huffing, you followed the light, soft footfalls denying Casey of pre-empting your approach, not that she would have in her state of unshakable focus. Her teeth plucked nervously at her lips, irritable sighs passing through the chasm that she had allowed.

“Trial’s over,” you spoke, flatly, your exasperation bubbling just below the surface. “You need to let it go.”

Casey remained stoic, unfazed by your sudden approach, though when her eyes did flicker to meet yours, they sparked with an ardent contempt.

“That bastard walked, Y/N,” she growled, furiously. “You can’t seriously expect me to sit here and do nothing about it.”

Instinctively, your jaw tensed, the deja vu of having to repeat this exact conversation every few months suddenly registering. The same black mug rested atop the desk, coffee teetering on the brim, the mahogany below wholly hidden beneath pages upon pages of documents, images. Indignantly, you made a pass for the mug, hoping that denying her lifeblood would bring Casey back to reality, allow for exhaustion to finally set in as it should.

“In fact,” you spoke, your lips pursed together, resolute in your decision. “That’s exactly what I expect you to do.”

Casey leapt upwards from her chair, hands slamming on top of the papers so abruptly that a few cascaded to the ground beneath.

“Y/N-”

“The case is closed,” you interjected, impatiently, rebutting any possibility of a protest though you were sure you would be met with countless more. “You did all that you could and that is enough.”

Tension thickened in the air, uncertain as to whether Casey was going to berate you or pin you down. In a petulant bid, you emptied the cup of coffee down your throat, wincing at its strength as the woman observed with a fleeting glint of amusement. Quickly, you gathered the papers between your fingers, dodging tactfully as Casey’s hands tried to repossess them, your expert avoidance only conjuring more persistence within her.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Casey questioned, taking umbrage as she crossed her arms tightly atop her chest.

A wry chuckle fell from you, the documents securely stowed away in a lockable filing cabinet behind you.

“What does it look like?” You quipped, a little smirk forming in the corner of your lips and evoking a growing suspicion in the woman. “I’m clearing the desk so I can bend you over it, Miss Novak.”

Casey’s lip instantaneously found itself clamped between her teeth, though this time the act was entirely different in nature, erotic, laced in intrigue. Unfortunately, the moment of weakness was quickly bitten away once she had realised her error, an expression of apathy soon emerging to take its place.

“You seem confident,” Casey half-questioned, as though attempting to sow a seed of doubt within you, her efforts failing miserably.

A hum of knowingness reverberated as you dared to make an approach, your body soon to press against hers, no semblance of rejection in the air.

“I could make a very convincing case,” you riled, brimming with victory as Casey flexed her jaw from the exacerbation you had incited. “But I won’t need to do that, will I?”

And there it was, the look. Casey had been made, lust dripping from her gaze despite her avid ploys to will it away. In her state of flitting defencelessness, you forced her stomach flat against the wood, a firm grasp exerted around the back of her neck, cinching with brute force.

“Fuck you,” she grunted, aggressively, though no attempts at an escape were made as predicted.

“Watch your mouth,” you advised, lowly, fingers dipping below her waistline to shimmy down the black trousers that she donned. “That’s fighting talk for someone who hasn’t put up a shred of resistance.”

Casey opened her mouth to speak, though subsequently decided to self-sabotage her attempt at a reply. The woman could not argue with the truth, in fact, she had made a career out of seeking it out.

“Wise choice,” you acknowledged, smartly, a light huff exuding Casey in reaction to your remark. “Now, let’s see what you’ve been hiding, hm?”

Soft, black material pooled around obsidian heels, forsaken as you sought further territory, your hand snug against her underwear from behind. A smirk soon blossomed upon realising the moisture that painted your palm, Casey’s cheeks glowing pink in embarrassment.

“Predictable,” you commented, smugly, only for Casey to swivel harshly in your grasp, thwarted by your quick reactions.

“How about now?” She scoffed, arms wrangling to push herself upwards to no avail, your grasp unyielding, firm.

Dodging the question, you drew ghosting circles over her underwear-clad clit with delicate fingertips, hoping to obscure her need to defy you. Of course, Casey melted into a puddle below your touch, consumed by the newfound need to be sated, the urge that she had been ignoring for weeks now. Her sensitivity had heightened tenfold in the absence of intimacy, her legs quaking as you continued your ministrations, ensuring to execute every manoeuvre at a painstaking pace. Nothing was more satisfying than watching her suffer, observing as her stoic exterior weakened until it underwent a total collapse.

“See?” You whispered, seductively. “Look how easy it is when you submit to me like a good girl.”

The blonde whined, slowly acquiescing to the reality that you were right, that good behaviour would lead her to exactly what she wanted. Unfortunately, you weren’t as agreeable as she had initially presumed you to be.

“Take them off,” Casey groaned, frustratedly, her hips jogging against your hand to gain further friction. “Do it.”

“You’re in no position to tell me what to do, princess,” you reminded, halting all movement as you clawed your fingernails against the backs of her thighs. “If you want anything from me, you’d better be quiet.”

A stifled gasp freed itself from Casey, flinching lightly from the sudden influx of pain that occurred to her. Her teeth peered from behind her lips in a reactive wince, soon to be replaced by a masochistic beam, carnal, ablaze. Hazel eyes peered into the depths of you, sure that she had been aptly subdued until a mischievous glint flecked across her irises.

“Make me,” Casey gnarled, an audible gulp following suit in realisation of the challenge she had just created, regret visibly infiltrating.

A scoff was the only response that you could muster, your disapproval conveyed in the way your hands roughly gripped her in place.

“Look around,” you snarled, domineeringly. “This isn’t the office,” you observed, Casey shivering in sheer anticipation. “You have no jurisdiction... no power.”

Harshly, your palm smacked across her ass, a scarlet tinge soon beginning its materialisation as the woman mewled in half-shock.

“Who’s in charge?” You questioned, repeating the act with vigour, her skin all but reddened and only darkening. “Answer me.”

Casey faltered, her words fizzling into incoherency as her skin burned ablaze. Noting her noncompliance, your fingers resurfaced to trail against her underwear, this time slipping below the obstructing material to greet the skin there. The direct contact had Casey gasping for air, her forehead scrunched in pleasure as she bucked mindlessly against the newfound pressure. Of course, the pacification was short-lived, enlisted as a means of probing the woman for a response, an admission of your dominion over her.

“You... you are,” she conceded, breathlessly, head twisting over her shoulder to maintain eye contact. “Please, Y/N.”

“Oh, baby,” you crooned, patronisingly as you swivelled the woman around to face you, her shirt bunched up from her prior position of incapacitation. “I know you can do better than that, hm?”

The blonde groaned as she felt you close the distance, your chest fused to hers as you attacked her neck with your lips, feral in your exploration of her. Heated kisses set her skin alight, the burn lingering in the wake of their absence as you traversed to suck marks into her collarbone.

“Oh no,” you gasped, feigning remorse. “That’s going to leave a mark.”

Casey attempted to readjust, her resistance mastered the second your lips found her favourite spot, weakened instantly.

“Baby,” she drawled, her warning tone failing to register due to the pleasured moans that obscured it. “People will notice.”

Laughter rumbled in your throat, your digits disappearing between the two of you to probe softly at Casey’s pussy.

“Mhm, you’re right,” you considered, wasting no time in impaling the blonde with two fingers, Casey jolting as she felt the intrusion. “They’ll notice what a desperate little slut you were for me.”

Casey’s whining only intensified, the gentle pace that you had opted for keeping her from any form of ascension. Deviously, she rocked her hips in the hopes of establishing her own rhythm, though this was denied the moment that the idea appeared to be born from her.

“What are you waiting for?” She flared, her mouth pried agape from the way groans passed through on a continuum, blinded by the sensation that you had induced. “Please, fuck me. I need it.”

Smirking, you retracted from her, your hands making quick work of your trousers as you observed Casey’s gaze suddenly become engrossed. The strap on that you had been shrouding suddenly sprung free, void of its confinements as saliva gathered in the corners of the blonde’s mouth, wholly mesmerised. Instinctively, Casey’s arms encircled around your neck as she drew you against her, presenting her pussy to align with the appendage. The desperation that lurked within her eyes was too much to bear as you subsequently melted below her submissive state, fingers cinching at her skin for leverage.

“Are you going to be a good girl and take it?” You whispered, your words muffled lightly against her tousled tresses, soft against your lips, though the moan that fell from her indicated her acknowledgement.

Casey nodded vehemently, the question proving to be a no-brainer given her condition and dwindling patience. She sank herself down on you slowly, your hips jutting forwards to bottom out inside of her, a hiss of pain-pleasure emanating in response.

“Give it to me,” Casey encouraged, her head thrown back in ecstasy as you began to slam into her, the pace merciless to say the least. “Ugh, fuck.”

Sharp nails buried themselves into the skin of your shoulders, the stinging pain only fuelling your need to satisfy her. Casey’s features were scrunched inwards, her blissful expression causing you to become transfixed, hyper-focused upon how gorgeous she was. Your fingers toyed expertly with her clit, free hand secured around her back to will her harder against the appendage.

“Does it feel good, baby?” You grunted, breathily, eyes intent on the woman before you. “You look so fucking pretty like this.”

In her state of complete thoughtlessness, Casey failed to answer the question, short breaths passing in and out of her swollen lips. Abruptly, you removed the hand that was holding her steady, her body flailing to land flat against the wood, her back pressed rigidly atop the cool mahogany. Her eyes sprung open, widening when your fist enclosed around her slender throat, squeezing just enough to watch her eyes roll backwards in euphoria.

“So pathetic,” you barked, though the sparkle in your eye only nullified the words you had just spoken. “Look at you, all fucked out like a dirty whore.”

Casey let out a guttural moan, her husky voice growing raspier by the minute as you pummelled her with feral speed. The woman could barely gather her breath, oxygen stolen the second you pounded into her once more, chest heaving methodically. Your fingers fiddled with the buttons of her shirt, the repeated movement of your thrusting denying your ability to undo them as you resorted to tearing the material roughly. Casey’s breasts bounced with the force of your exertions, confined within her bra before you grabbed them free of it, massaging zealously.

“Baby, fuck,” Casey groaned, her gaze panic-stricken in the moment. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

Swiftly, you detached from her, repositioning her to bend over the desk like you had initially planned. Casey wasted no time in getting into position, pre-emptively crossing her wrists over the small of her back and awaiting your deathly grip upon them. Impatiently, you drove into her with vigour, no heed paid to the way the desk shook avidly beneath the weight of your actions. Casey cried out, loud pants filling the room, your hand occasionally delivering a shattering slap to her ass to aide her looming orgasm. The blonde’s heels quaked unsteadily beneath her, wavering before she managed to bring herself under control.

“Cum for me,” you insisted, keenly. “I want to hear it.”

Casey’s body shook violently, her thighs sent into spasm as her cheek pressed harshly to the wood of the desk. Her eyes were squeezed together, teeth marks adorning the delicate flesh of her lips as she whined helplessly.

“Y/N,” she rasped, faintly, her body fatigued from the strenuosity it had been subjected to.

Her hips jolted sporadically, the strap on still lodged deep inside of her as she gyrated a few times to squeeze out the last remnants of pleasure. Your hand grappled with the nape of her neck and dragged her upwards, her back tight against your chest as you grazed your lips across the purpling bruises you had made earlier.

“Fuck, I needed that,” Casey admitted, her voice no greater than a whisper as she basked in the aftermath.

You smiled into her shoulder, arms holding her protectively as she grew lax in your embrace.

“I know,” you spoke, cockily, a playful bite falling to her shoulder as she yelped. “Now, about that case-”

Casey immediately withdrew from you with a pointed sigh, hands pressed to your chest, a knowing look passing over her.

“You were right,” she acquiesced, albeit bitterly. “I need to learn how to let it go.”

You shook your head, a frown consuming your features as you observed Casey spiral into confusion.

“No, not this time,” you rebutted, a smile peeking from behind your lips, a surge of motivation filling you. “We’re going to nail that bastard and I’m going to help you.”

Reinvigorated with fresh excitement, Casey grinned.

"Have I told you how much I love you?" She asked, a delicate kiss planted upon your mouth, thumbs brushing affectionately across the warm skin of your cheeks.

You paused in faux contemplation, the act earning a sarcastic scoff from the latter.

"No," you lied, a chuckle exuding. "But I think I have a pretty good idea."

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[up-side-in-side-out]

Monster high (sort of) AU!

Explanations under cut!

Kyle is the MC! He died the night of his school dance and was resurrected years later by Ike. Kyle doesn’t realize he’s dead for awhile, it takes him till he sees the school to know there’s a whole monster society.

Ike is Kyle’s sort of creator. The boy is an orphan who wanted to create his own family. He made Sheila and Gerald first, then used Kyle’s corpse to make himself a brother. Ike forgot to wipe Kyle’s memory though, so Kyle reanimates remembering everything from his human life. Kyle eventually comes around to thinking of Ike as a sibling.

Stan is his first friend! He’s who introduced Kyle to the rest of the monster world. Stan’s a werewolf who has trouble transforming into his human form, he’s usually stuck in wolf or hybrid form. His memory is foggy when he’s a wolf, and he can’t remember many details of his transformations.

Kenny is a ghost/zombie. Usually his body wanders around on its own until Kenny repossesses it. Kenny prefers being a ghost, but if his body dies so does his soul, so he makes sure to keep the corpse safe.

Butters is a newly transformed vampire, who really hates the idea of drinking blood. He uses blood bags to avoid killing, but he still feels wrong drinking the blood

Speaking of vampires, here’s Nichole! Unlike butters, she was born a vamp. Her and Kyle dated back when he was alive but Nichole only agreed to go out with him so she could get him alone and drink his blood. She thinks it’s really cool they can hang out again, as she enjoyed his company. Kyle is very conflicted on how to feel.

That’s all I have for now!!! Hope you enjoy!

[whirligig-girl]

The aliens arrived in their toroidal flying saucers--enormous gossamer-like structures big enough to put Jupiter in the hole. They projected bodies down to Earth on long threads, and complained.

"What happened?" they pleaded with our planetary scientists.

An awfully open-ended question, but the planetary scientists threw up their hands and explained the current state of the field, about the theory of planetary aggregation and various hypotheses to explain how each of the planets ended up where they are today. The aliens nodded along skeptically at times, but they seemed especially disappointed by the Lunar geologists.

"Excuse us," their leader said politely, rising into the sky towards geostationary orbit on a great thread.

And so it was for the next few decades that the aliens set to work correcting what they saw as the great mistakes of the solar system's formation. Perhaps Venus never cooled down enough to avoid a runaway greenhouse effect, or maybe something about its specific volatile mass had been off. Either way, it was the first to be treated. By the time it was done, perhaps 20 years in, it was a blue world with brown continents and white clouds. While another saucer had come to work its magic on Mars, the first saucer returned.

"Eh, we'll need you to give planet two a good head start with the whole biosphere thing. We hadn't bargained on life starting up there halfway through the lifespan of the Sun. If it's no trouble, that is."

A new habitable planet provided the space program no shortage of funding!

Mars was finished, just a few years later, a comparatively simpler job. The aliens advised humans not to interfere with this one just yet, to perhaps give it a few hundred megaannum or so for the life to diversify and develop before contaminating it.

But the saucers didn't leave. They seemed to drift throughout the inner solar system. They took some curious expeditions to Europa and Enceladus--robotic NASA spacecrafts recorded deep probing threads piercing the ice--but didn't seem impressed.

They kept returning to the Moon.

At last, the aliens projected down on their long threads to a university. "You're sure that's how it happened?" they said.

The lunar-planetary scientists showed the alien ambassadors rocks from the Apollo and Artemis expeditions, computer simulations of various types of giant impacts, of synestias and hours-long instant formations and debris disks and gas instability, of an oversized iron core and large low-shear-velocity-provinces.

"We think the water on Earth may even have been delivered through a giant impact from a KBO, though there's some concerns about isotopic ratios."

"No, no," said the alien. "The initial coorbital hypothesis is the correct one."

The alien sighed--it had picked up human body language well over the past 35 years--"This just won't do," it said. It left the building, shaking its head. "It just won't do."

The planetary scientists ran after the alien, as it started reeling its thread back. "Wait!" they said. "What are you going to do?"

"This Moon thing of yours just isn't big enough to hold onto an atmosphere. I'm afraid it's not good enough."

The aliens rose into the sky.

Within a few months the Moon had been lost from the sky, and a years later had been relocated to the L4 lagrange point. The aliens came back, apologetically. "Terribly sorry," they said, "We're in the final phases of the plan," they said.

The Earth Emergency Government representative stepped forward. "Final… phases?" he said.

"Theia was always meant to be a trojan of your Earth, you see. Something must have gone wrong when the gas disk dissipated."

"I don't understand," the representative said.

"My apologies," the alien said, "I'm used to dealing with your planetary researchers."

Many masses of threads now fell gracefully from the skies. When they touched down, they effortlessly bored deep holes. The ground shook. The representative's heart rate skyrocketed.

"It's just that we're going to have to repossess the planet Theia now."

[secondsineternity]

Help A Widowed Mother Get Her Car Back

Hello my friends, my readers, and everyone seeing this on Tumblr. I am here requesting for your assistance on behalf of my friend and co-teacher Renee.

Renee is a widowed mother of a five-year-old autistic son and is a dedicated and hardworking preschool teacher. Over this past weekend her car was repossessed. She had just moved out from a toxic living situation and was behind on her car payments due to the costs of moving. The repossession agency has told her to pay a total of $1800 to avoid auction of her car.

Renee and I have set up a GoFundMe for donations, the link is here. If you would like to donate directly via Renee's Venmo, Cash App, or Zelle, please send me a direct message. Advice and prayers for Renee are also welcomed. Even just one reblog can help! We are asking for a little kindness to get this widowed mother's car back. Thank you in advance for any help and donations!

[bluerosefox]

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|The MANY Bloodlines of Constantine (Its by pure dumb luck Danny is crowned Ghost King before his 18th, because he learns his biodad had sold his soul, its void now, and not just his but also his half-siblings as well... Constantine is getting decked.)  (Psst read the reblogs, everyone had fun adding to this one) |Daughter of Phantom, Lady Gotham. (Lady Gotham, is Danny Phantom’s daughter) |No Longer In Service (Ghost King Danny has an idea how to get summoners to stop summoning him) |Overdue Payments (Ghost King Danny finds Ra’s al ghul’s overdue payments and a request to repossess it) |For Them (Danny uses his ice to save Dani (Ellie) from melting and does so in front of one Dr. Victor Fries, aka Mr. Freeze) |In A Single Night (Vlad is taken down by either Selina or Tim in a single night due to being a creepy creep) |Assassin Heir? Crime Fighting Furry? NOPE NO THANK YOU! (Danny wakes up in a DC version of himself and tries to nope out of the Assassin lifestyle and avoid becoming a crime fighter. Now if only the others understood that) |Playing Dead AU (Danny is the dead body for those Murder Mystery parties and gets a gig for the Gotham elite. I strongly suggest reading the reblogs, they get amazing for this) |Of Godsons, Fruitloops, and Lois ‘I will drag all secrets out into the sun’ Lane (Lois Lane is Danny’s only godparent, Vlad better watch out) |Recluse Owner, Bookshelf Gremlin, and the Cute Cafe Guy (Danny and Dani have to leave their home dimension behind and decide to open a cafe with Ghostwriter whose been wanting a way to get new books without having to go out and deal with people. Jason is sus of the new bookstore that opened up overnight) (Very hinted Dead on Main) |Cujo is.... Trying (Danny gets hurt, Cujo and him are yeeted into the Gotham, and Cujo... Cujo is trying to do his best even as he’s chased after a sword wielding bird boy)  |Tim, buddy, what do you mean you might had accidentally made a Love Child?! (Danny learns is the love child clone? of Tim and Kon that Tim accidentally made during his bad year of losing everything and Danny gets deaged and tossed back into his home dimension. It was due to Clockwork that he never noticed the life he created (cause villain Tim timeline was nearly on set) but finds out what he created when said love child shows up at a Gala wandering around just after he announced he’s dating Kon) (a TimxKon story where they try to raise their clone love child) |Bellatrix Star ( a TaliaxDanny idea. Queen Talia and Ghost King Danny) |Joker Messed Around and Found Freaking Out. (Joker messed with the wrong person when he took a visiting class hostage) |Fenton Ethics and Test Tube Babies (Jazz and Danny aren’t Fenton’s but are half-siblings and cousins (basically same mom, different dad’s)...The Fenton’s have some... questionable ethics and moral) |Timelines, Red Robins, and Kings (dont ask about the title, it was only thing I can think of) (Tim crashes in on Danny’s ghost King lesson’s during his Red Robin run. Clockwork is excited for this timeline cause he gets to have some fun) |Beloved Beyond Time (Due to weird time-traveling, Ghost Prince Danny is summoned and mistaken as King by the LoA. There he meets a smitten young Damian al Ghul who proclaims they will marry... Later Danny finds himself cornered by a year older Damian when he returns to his own time) |Over Tea (Gotham gets a sudden and strange weather that shakes it to its core. The Batfam is trying to find the source, meanwhile a young Ghost King and Lady Gotham are discussing things over tea. |Good Doggos Give Hope! (A self-indulgant idea of Cujo wanting to help his fav ghost boy and meeting a very special ring wearing Corgi) |Taking a Chance (Good!Mom Talia! DannyxTalia (Royal Errors) and half-siblings Damian and Ellie (Danielle). Talia discovers Ra’s future he set out for Damian and is at the ends of her ropes, she is given a chance to leave in the form of a cryptic time being. Meanwhile Danny needs someone to become Danielle’s mother before she completely destabilizes)

[duckiemimi]

Do you think that when Kenjaku comes to battle and Geto sees Gojo in that state he can react and take possession of his body would be a great plotwist?

i do! i think it’s very possible!

i think it would be a well-executed plot-twist because we were introduced to the concept earlier in the shibuya arc.

now, unless gege added that choking scene just to drum up drama, then there should be a pay-off/resolution to this, especially in regards to the body-soul motifs we’ve seen in the series.

(in this case, kenjaku’s ct encompasses the physical body and mahito’s ct encompasses the intangible soul. which came first? the chicken or the egg? or did they spawn together?)

the first and last time we saw this happen was right before gojo’s sealing, and since then, kenjaku/geto’s body hasn’t seen gojo in distress. considering gojo’s distress was most likely the initial sight that triggered geto’s hand to move on “muscle memory,” perhaps staying away from the gojo vs. sukuna fight was exactly kenjaku’s plan, to avoid from this scenario happening again.

we’ve also seen how fiercely and impulsively geto’s reacted upon hearing news of gojo’s death in the hidden inventory arc. it was like he moved on autopilot, on muscle memory, until he couldn’t.

it wouldn’t be a lazy plot-twist for geto to “repossess” his body after seeing gojo in the state he’s in now—in fact, it would be thematically inline, like this part of the story has come full circle.

i also wanna add: this choking/seizing-back-your-power imagery has happened even before the shibuya arc, in the very first chapter of the series.

“whaddya think you’re doing with my body? give it back!”

three is a magic number in storytelling.

anyway, i’ll leave you with this poem.

[demonicchicken1121]

Scooping aftermath stuff because i need to put my blorbos in pain

Michael's soul never actually left his body. he was the natural soul of the body until he died and automatically repossessed it. Its like internal bleeding with the soul: the soul is not where it is supposed to be, but it is still in there.

He was fully aware in the days Ennard was in control, he just couldn't speak, move, or interact with anything.

He regained control once Ennard decided to leave, so there was a several hour period where he had fully possessed his body, but Ennard was still IN there. They could still move around and stuff, but Michael could too. Michael tried to fight against them for a little bit, but it caused more damage and pain than it was worth. He still fought by instinct, but tried not to. Ennard did actually spend most of this time trying to leave Michaels body, but the reason it took several hours was because all of the spirits were disagreeing on how and when. some of the spirits wanted to rip themselves out immediately, and others (particularly Elizabeth) wanted to be careful, as to avoid hurting Michael more than they already had.

Theres a whole lot more of this, but now i have so many ideas and i want to write them in narrative form now

[erraticopeninghours]

Crowley and Beelzebub Talk

Thoughts on 1.13: Crowley and Beelzebub talk

I feel so badly for Crowley that his “precious, peaceful, fragile existence” cannot be.  It’s interesting to contrast Heaven and Hell’s approaches to Aziraphale and Crowley, both as workers and later as retired/traitors.

Heaven treats Aziraphale’s bookshop with the same apathy that they do other earthly possessions (and beings.)  First, in the 1800 deleted scene, they almost take it away from Aziraphale, and even when they decide not to, it is never treated as an important matter.  Second, though Shadwell definitely plays a role in it, the bookshop fire would have been preventable if not for Heaven / Metatron insisting on leaving the portal open.  Following the fire, the bookshop is returned to Aziraphale (this time by Adam / earthly intervention), and what Aziraphale temporarily lost is never addressed as important.  

Both of these incidents dovetail nicely with Heaven’s approach of killing Job’s three children, then expecting gratitude after they “make it better” by giving him seven new children.  Heaven is careless with what Aziraphale values most and dismisses the importance that he chooses to place on things and people, but generally does not seek to destroy things for the purpose of tormenting Aziraphale.  Instead, they’re cruel through callousness. 

On the other hand, we see Hell actively work to violate Crowley’s boundaries and intentionally (mis)use his possessions to hurt him.  In Season 1, there’s the orders from Satan; Hastur and Ligur’s invasion of his flat; and Hastur’s appearance in the Bentley and removal of Crowley’s sunglasses.  In Season 2, we learn that Hell has continued this pattern into Crowley’s “retirement.”  Despite Crowley being “persona non grata,” Hell repossesses his flat, and Beelzebub begins their conversation by appearing in the Bentley.  

For me, just the presence of another demon in the Bentley was very unsettling and felt much more dangerous than Crowley’s earlier talks with Shax in the park and on the street.  I also feel like it was a definite power play by Beelzebub – them making a point – given that they clearly have the ability to “call” Crowley to Hell.  The fly that flew inside of Crowley’s mouth also felt like an invasion, especially since one of Crowley’s main strategies for staying safe is through quick-talking. 

Lastly, there were several phrases that Beelzebub used which I really enjoyed. 

(1) “What if I said Hell was willing to forget everything you did, that we were willing to accept you back, no questions asked with a hefty promotion?” is fantastic! Partly because it demonstrates Hell/demons’ knowledge that having past misbehavior “forgotten” is generally worth more than any token “forgiveness.”  It also completely avoids the word “forgiveness,” while clearly offering more absolution than Heaven tends to offer (at least to demons. Consider: “Unforgivable, that’s what I am.”)  And thirdly, this is what Metatron offers Aziraphale at the end of the season, except that Aziraphale - for whatever reason(s) - accepts the offer!  

(2) “[Y]ou find Gabriel for me and you can have whatever your nasty little heart desires” is also a great line because during my first watch, my instinctive reaction was that Beelzebub can no longer offer Crowley anything that he really wants.  His heart only desires a certain angel and perhaps select Earthly pleasures.  On rewatch, however, the line was even better because while Beelzebub can’t give Crowley whatever his nasty little heart desires, Crowley theoretically could have given Beelzebub whatever their nasty little heart desires - Gabriel! 

(3) “So, if you hear anything, come to me first, yeah?” is a fun line because we know that Crowley will not come to Beelzebub first.  Even though Crowley has just argued with Aziraphale over helping Jim/Gabriel and stormed out of the bookshop, we as the audience have no doubt that Crowley will go to Aziraphale first with any important information. (At least, until he doesn’t…)  Despite the accompanying frustration, Crowley is committed to their side, and that commitment is obvious to both the audience and to Crowley himself.

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[moonstruckdraws]

Luci Interacts!

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She and Pico can't fucking stand each other. Luci and Pico are like parallelly opposites, if that makes sense. They're nemeses :3 @hellishgayliath

Context! Pico and Luci didn't meet until after the episode "Repo Mantis". Luci was aware of Todd, but hasn't met him in person at this time and was originally going to be the one to get Todd's trailer, until Donnie and Mikey showed up and make a deal with Repo for the Jupiter Jim Moon Buggy. Instead, Luci spends the entire episode with Mrs. Nubbins before Repo gives her a different job to do before Mikey and Donnie come back.

Luci does not like Todd as she believes that he's a manipulative person that uses his kindness to get what he wants. This thought is fueled after Luci meets Todd to try and reposes a different loaned item, and sees the giant puppy rescue he has. She asks about it, and that's how she learns of the events of the episode. This greatly angers Luci and she starts yelling at everything, but not in Todd's face as his kindness still has a bit of an effect on her. (I like to think she's one of the least effected people from Todd's endless kindness, but it still has enough of an effect to where she does the bare minimum in her anger, like not screaming in his face or keeping her insults under her breath) At this point, Pico would probably hear the commotion, and would most likely turn into them yelling at each other before Luci storms off. This would establish their hatred for each other, since Pico is protective of Todd.

And this isn't the push and shove kind of rivalry, no this is full on insulting each other in every other sentence, aggressive glares, and attempted murder :D I'd like to think Pico would learn all vulgar words from her and her bad mouth, that she definitely got from Repo

Accurate Representation lol

If it's really heated, they'll start to insult each other's dads, but this is a very rare thing. They're both aware of how much they value their parents and don't like going that low. But if one of them does insult the other's dad, well someone is going to walk away with a scar or two.

This is also a time to explain Luci's physical body real quick; so some moths don't eat because they don't have mouths, which is why they don't live very long. I wanted Luci to have a mouth with no teeth to reflect this, as well as to show how little she uses it. She only opens her mouth mainly to yell or scream and only does it when very very angry.

Like mentioned earlier, Luci does not like Todd, finding him annoying and deceiving. Any time his irresistible kindness starts to take effect, she explodes in rage and gets as far away from him as possible. This is also prevents loaned or late paid items from getting repossessed, same end result except it's not because they felt bad or gave Todd more time Luci just gets too frustrated to deal with him.

Luci is also slightly afraid of dogs! Not to where it's a major problem, but she'd like to avoid them or see them at a distance if possible. If it wasn't for her stubbornness and disliking to Todd, she'd avoid Todd and his puppy rescue as much as possible. At most, if there are too many dogs, she'll freeze up for a few minutes before she swiftly leaves. Mrs. Nubbins made her a cat lover, despite this mantis cat trying to kill her at times, and values their chillness and sassiness.

When trying to deal with Todd, they'll converse a little bit away from the puppy rescue because it makes her more comfortable and Todd is considerate, so he'll agree. Of course, Pico isn't far keeping an eye and ear out on their conversations, and I think he'd smile every time Luci gets frustrated and storms off from Todd.

Bao & Luci are actually very chill and casual

Luci isn't always aggressive and explosive; she just seems to be that way, especially to Pico. She mainly acts this way when it deals with Repo's businesses or Todd, which is the only time Pico sees her. Neither of them have seen each other interact with their dads personally or with their companions (Mrs. Nubbins & Miho), so they've only seen each other's nasty side towards each other, of course.

With Bao though, she's more laid back and chill, still sassy though and her vulgar language is less present. She and Bao share gossip, mainly Luci as lots of drama can happen in the junkyard like reality tv lol. Luci discovered Bao's tea shop when in a heated fit and was trying to cool off. She felt almost immediately soothed by the environment, and it became one of her safe places. Bao did not know of Pico and Luci's dynamic and didn't even know Luci was the person Pico would be talking about. Pico would never say her name when talking trash about her, claiming that "she's too nasty and terrible to even say her name". So Bao would see a softer side to Luci that Pico never did see

Of course, one of these days they'd run into each other at the tea shop, and it would go something like this lol. Moths are nocturnal, and even though Luci can be up in the morning, she's usually up by noon. And when going places, it's usually the late afternoon or night and it's these times that she goes to the tea shop. I think Pico would be bringing over some dog chow for Momo or gardening stuff a bit later in the day and would see Bao and Luci conversing.

Afterwards, Pico wouldn't understand how he could stand Luci while Bao would probably try to tell him of the Luci he knows, of course Pico wouldn't believe him. Luci wouldn't understand how Bao could date someone like Pico, to where Bao does the same thing, but a bit more serious to show he won't tolerate her insulting their relationship (to which she does not ever).

After this run in, I think Luci wouldn't show up to the tea shop for a while, to where Bao asks if he and Pico could go check up on her and Pico is reluctant to. I think this is where Pico would firstly see Luci's softer side as they'd catch her with Mrs. Nubbins in her cave. Mrs. Nubbins notices their presence, Luci gets angry and embarrassed at being spied on (causing a bit of ripple in her and Bao's friendship), Mrs. Nubbins tries to eat them, Luci progressively tries to stop her, they're all tired, Luci wouldn't say anything except harsh glares and go inside her home. And I'll leave that plot point at that :]

If asked her opinion on Pico it'd go something like: "UGH! I can't STAND that trash eater! He's annoying, rude, and worst of all, sees that BEAVER as a GOOD GUY!! He even had the NERVE to F***ING insult Boss! He's the WORST! THE WORST!"

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ SORROW-SCOPES FROM TWITTER (PART TWO) always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

"Is this the best you can do? Seriously?"

"You will undergo a series of tests today, and you will fail all of them by simply showing up."

"Start a new chapter in your life, but pick a less boring central character."

"The void is tired of your constant screaming, and is requesting you take your complaints elsewhere, like Olive Garden for example."

"You don't need to reinvent yourself. There's only one you and you're chained to it like a lead ball pulling you down to the bottom of the sea."

"This is a lucky day to spend time in nature. Stray from the footpath. Enter the forest eaves. Follow the flickering light, the one that almost sounds like a child's laugh. Go on, do it."

"You may feel overwhelmed by the maddening screams of evil spirits, but your ability to get along with others will get you through to the next circle of hell."

"You only get one chance at life and what a terrible mess you're making of it."

"All the sexy selfies in the world won't fill the emptiness inside you."

"In every potato patch, there's at least one that's malformed. That's you. You're the malformed potato."

"Good things are coming your way. They won't stop until you're dead."

"Your therapist will once again cure another patient by using you as an example of what not to do."

"Every new day is a gift. Returns are not accepted without a receipt."

"You may be an army of one, but no one said you were well-trained or properly equipped."

"Someone's going to start mailing you hair. Check back next week to find out who."

"Clear your mind, take a deep breath. This is going to hurt a lot."

"The ghosts of your past are no match for the killer robots of your future."

"Your positive outlook will make you feel foolish when things inevitably turn to shit."

"It would be a great day for people to listen to you. After midnight they won't be able to, as that's when your voice will be repossessed by the sea witch."

"They key to living a happy life is to avoid being dragged screaming into a subterranean lair."

"You'll find a severed foot this week. Thankfully, in your Applebees entree so you'll score a free meal."

"Focusing on small, manageable goals is a great way to avoid the grim specter of your own looming mortality."

"Today's a good day to exorcise your demons. Wipe the slate clean and make a whole new bunch of terrible life choices."

"If you can't help yourself, nobody else can, so you're basically screwed."

"The exact minute of your birth tells us so much about you. None of it is good."

"Someone will hack into your dating profile, but won't touch a thing because they think you've already been hacked. You haven't."

"Take heart in knowing that what befalls you next week will eventually lead to what Buzzfeed calls 'American's next true crime obsession'."

"Air travel is in your immediate future. Stay away from open windows this week."

"Given the choice between being rescued from drowning and fighting the ocean itself, you'll punch the sea every time and we respect the hell out of that."

"You'll play a key part in the invention of interdimensional space travel after NASA announces it's the most permanent way to get rid of you."

"Due to focus grouping, your part will now be played by a more attractive and intelligent player."

"You will bear witness to the majestic beauty of nature this week but all you really care about is your phone."

"The darkness that has haunted your past gives way to a new light. Which will make it easier for your enemies to find you."

"You've been feeling restless lately, and it's because your skeleton hates you and wants out."

"You pissed off the moon. You're on your own."

"They say the blood of your enemies is a powerful elixir but let's face it, you just like the taste."

[boxeboxer]

DEEPALI NIBHANUPUDI (NAGARKAR)

Origin: krtrim (computational phantom)

Status: posthuman, piloting a standard Class-1B civilian 2028 CHOSHI-II vessel (modern Delhi variant) distributed by OURO

Nationality/Ethnicity: Indian, currently resides in southeast Britain. ORANGE color ID

Age: 33KR (date of genesis January 4th, 2019)

Occupation: simple electronics assembler for Loxton-Duchêne

About:

Deepali Nibhanupudi is the surrogate daughter of Mona Nibhanupudi, and goes by the alias Deepali Nagarkar to avoid association with him. She is considered the first and therefore oldest krtrim ever created.

Mona formally trained Deepali in kalaripayattu as a form of discipline throughout her youth. Though Class-1B civilian vessels only stand at five feet (152cm) tall and have smaller proportions than a human her height, she is a formidable threat with her extensive martial arts background. She is quick to think on her feet and highly observant. However, her timid and often pushover nature make her unassertive, and she only exercises violence if the situation is dire enough.

Deepali is quiet, and does not usually speak until spoken to. Her shyness gives her the appearance of stoicism, though in the presence of those she trusts, she is possesses a charming wit and bright personality. She is deeply loyal to those she cares about, even it means risking her own life. She enjoys painting, knit sweaters, and playing word games like Sudoku or Scrabble.

Background:

For what is believed to be sentimentality, Mona kept Deepali for himself shortly after creating her. While other krtrim were advertised as workers to be sold off to corporations, Deepali was raised like a human child. Despite her reserved personality in adulthood, Deepali was very mischievous in her youth, which created tension between her and Mona's strict parenting regimen. Though she expressed her desire to go out into society to make friends, Mona banned her from ever leaving his custody, and she grew to resent him as time passed. In the rare times he was present, Mona would either subject her to training or tests of her cognition. The rest of the time he was largely absent, often traveling for business related to OURO.

After his death in 2029, his estate was ceased by interpol, causing her to flee into the surrounding city. Upon entering the streets she was marked for repossession. She finds and befriends another krtrim named Viggy, a former rickshaw driver, who is also on the run after the company he worked for disposed of all its krtrim staff. Together they try to escape to Bangladesh, but are ultimately caught by OURO authorities. Viggy is killed, and Deepali attempts to commit suicide. She is captured before she can go through with it.

Upon learning of her connection with Mona, Deepali is spared from repossession and instead interrogated for information. Robopsychologist Dr. Emelie Yadavalli is assigned to probe her mind to see what she knows. Deepali’s mental health spirals as she’s questioned on her purpose and the validity of her memories, developing rapid onset magnetic actuator deviancy (ROMAD), also known as Corruption. When OURO concludes that she has nothing to offer them, they plan to retire her permanently, but Emelie decides to buy her vessel-hood out of pity. She rehabilitates her, and once the war is over, she allows her to live on her own devices in Europe.

For the next 10 years, Deepali works as a simple electronics assembler for OURO’s Auxiliary branch in southeast Britain. She lives in a small apartment on the outer edges of Auxiliary by the coast.