#i hate them i want to put them in a meat grinder

[redsrooftopprincess]

Sunglasses

Mid-Teen Turtles, Bro fic

Warnings: Autistic Character, Emotional Overwhelm, Guns, Eyes

Headcanons: Autistic Donnie, Donnie and Raph are twins (You can thank @the-cauldron-witch for this one. She said it and now it's forever in my brain)

"Just give them to me!"

"No! Hell no! I found em!"

"I know you f-" Donatello sighs, removes his glasses, and rubs his eyes, losing patience with his twin. "I know you found them, I just want to modify them a little."

It's not like he doesn't get it. The sunglasses are a big deal. But with Raph deciding he's going to be the one to punch first and not really bother with questions, his eyes need more protection than anyone's. Even outside of combat. More than once, he's found himself on the wrong end of some scared human's can of mace.

"Raph, they're plastic, if they shatter, that plastic is going in your eyes." Donnie insists.

"And if you're the one that shatters em, ain't gonna be no 'if' about it. No Donnie. I'll take my chances." Raphael storms off to his room, taking the glasses with him.

Three hours later, while his brother is sleeping, Don takes them anyway.

It's an act of sacrilege in this home, to take something like this. Something important. Practical and that fits them perfectly. He understands what this means. They don't have much, to put it very gently, so what little they have, what little they can find, and scavenge, and build themselves, is sacred.

But he hates it. Every time Raph throws himself into the meat grinder. Raph's eyesight is decent, and Donnie has a vested interest in making sure it stays that way. They've had so many talks about defensive equipment for his eyes that just end in Raph storming off. But he keeps trying. He has to.

The last attempt, involved trying to convince Raphael to let him build him goggles, but even for someone with a total of three other creatures on the planet to compare himself to, Raphael is vain. They all are, in a way, about certain things. Donnie gets it. They have no control over the fact that they aren't human, so what they *can* control about their bodies is important.

They had found them last night, attached to a discarded sporting goods mascot. They were scuffed and had a crack in them, but holy shit they fit! A pair of glasses that fits that Raphael is willing to wear. Donnie was excited! Finally!

He works through the day, and as expected, Donatello is informed the moment his brother wakes up by way of his name thundering through the lair in a rage. The glasses are not on the nightstand where Raph had left them.

Don winces, thankful to whatever power ensured he finished the project by nightfall, and tenses as he hears his brother storming towards the lab. If Raph had woken up half an hour before, he would have come in to see them in pieces, and would have *properly* freaked out. At least Donnie has a chance of talking him down now that they're finished and functional.

Don takes a deep breath and stands, preparing for the onslaught. When his brother comes into the room, his open hands are up in a placating gesture, "Okay, I know what you're gonna say and-"

"What the fuck Donnie?" He roars, backing his brother into one of the steel tables in the lab. "Where the fuck are they?"

"I promise, they're fine, I just wanted to-"

A soft, familiar sound rings through the air like a gunshot, freezing both of them, as their father clears his throat. He waits patiently for an explanation.

"I found some glasses yesterday, Dad. Ones that actually fit, and he took em for some fu-" Raphael chokes on the almost swear when his father raises an eyebrow, and clears his throat before continuing, "some science experiment."

Their father narrows his eyes at Donatello, who has the good sense to look ashamed. "Dad, if Raph is gonna be wearing them out on the street, I don't want them to break and hurt his eyes. I just wanted to make them stronger. That's all." He says, resisting the urge to shoot an annoyed look at his thick headed brother.

"Did you ask your brother if he would allow this?"

"Yes, Father."

"Did he offer them to you?"

Don hesitates and his father waits, "Well... No... but-"

"I told him no. I specifically told him no," Raphael cuts in. Splinter shoots him a look and he shuts up.

"But I just wanted them to actually protect his eyes! They were a time bomb! If he got hit in the face, he was gonna go blind!"

"Were?! Where the fuck are they, Donnie?" He demands, not even registering the swear word. He looks around and spots them on the work bench. Walking over, he snatches them up.

They look... exactly the same. Only they're heavier.

"I gave them a steel core and shatter proofed the lenses," Donnie snaps, only a little bitterness coming through, "you're welcome."

Raphael wants to be grateful, he really does. They're fine. Better than fine. In addition to the practical changes, his brother had gone so far as to buff out some of the scratches and they looked almost new. But the adrenaline from potentially losing something precious is still coursing through his veins and he's still angry at the violation. He doesn't look up.

"Was there a chance, Donatello," their father asks after a moment, "that in an effort to improve these glasses, you could have broken them beyond repair?"

"Well, I mean, there's always a chance of that happening," he admits, "...but I was careful!" he almost whines.

"Then you will spend the next hour in the hashi while you think of a way to apologize to your brother," Splinter looks at Raphael, "is this acceptable to you?"

Raph glares at him, silent, and nods.

They avoid the topic of the glasses altogether over the next week. Tempers wane, and Donnie serves his punishment, spending 20 hours of his lab time helping Raph with the Motorcycle he's been trying to build. The incident isn't mentioned again.

It's Wednesday night and they're downtown shutting down a gang fight. Pretty normal for this part of town. They thought they'd disarmed all of them first thing, standard protocol. They must have missed one.

The shot rings out, and Raph goes down, hands over his eyes.

Donnie takes out the last three, including the shooter, and sprints to his brother's side. Removing Raphael's hands from his face, they find the bullet stuck in one of the lenses. The glass is broken, but the shatterproof coating kept the shards together and out of Raph's eye.

They look up at each other, shocked at the close call, and Donnie tries *really* hard not to look smug. They make their way home soon after.

After showering and getting ready to sleep for the day, Raph wanders down to the lab.

"Hey, can I talk to you?"

Donnie looks up from the graphics card he's repairing and turns around in his chair. He nods.

"Sorry I gave you such a hard time about... you know. I know you were just trying to help."

"Dude, no," Donnie says, "You and Dad were right, what I did wasn't okay. It's just..." He sighs, "You're always the first one in, you know, and- I mean, you're right in the middle of everything... If you suddenly can't see... It's just, not being able to see sucks..." Donnie tries really hard to fight the overwhelm. Tapping the desk to keep himself grounded. This is important, damn it. If he loses it, this conversation is going nowhere

He's tried, he's tried before, but the thought of losing his twin terrifies him. His brother is reckless, and it's Donnie's job to make sure that doesn't get him killed.

He clenches his fists, his voice shutting down. Fuck. His jaw tightens and tears of worry and frustration prickle behind pleading eyes that meet Raphael's. He hopes his brother understands. He usually does. Emotions are hard for Donnie, expressing them, doubley so.

"Okay, how 'bout this," Raph offers, letting him off the hook. He tosses Donnie one of the small, metal brain teaser puzzles on his desk, "I'll agree to hear you out when it comes to my shit, as long as you don't just take it to play with. Deal?"

"Cool. Now," Raph says, pulling the glasses out of his pocket. He'd left the bullet in. It looked cool. "There something we can do about this?"

Don nods emphatically, eyes on the puzzle.

Donnie looks up as the metal rings fall apart in his hands and nods, smiling, "I have a few ideas..."

....

Tag list

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[zours025]

Hard at work or hardly workin? Ahrharharhar

I like gangstalia. Himas new art is soo good.

[castielsprostate]

i am SO angry right now

[feroluce]

I've only recently started having my own thoughts about Emanator!Sampo and I think my favorite version of this is that he is technically an Emanator, it's just that he doesn't talk about it because Aha is a dick who only blesses people that don't want it and Sampo hates it here dkjxkdkdck

Aha blessed the Mourning Actors! A whole faction of people who have specifically made it their life's mission to resist Elation! THEY made a literal worm THEIR Emanator just to see if it would be accepted into the Genius Society! And when it wasn't, Aha just as easily killed it and tossed it aside! So I feel like there is a good possibility that Aha looked down at Sampo, this little oddball who doesn't seem to even like Epsilon or a lot of the Masked Fools and was like.

Hey.

You know what would be really really funny.

And I feel like being an Emanator wouldn't even be a plus for Sampo, because of how he operates. Sampo excels at blending in; he managed to smuggle himself onto a planet

that had been isolated for 700 years,

with only one (1) single city on it,

and going even further, he snuck himself into the Underground,

where the population is even more sparse,

and STILL. Not a single accusation of him being an alien! Not even after the Astral Express lands and proves that interstellar space travel is possible! Sampo is so thoroughly ingrained into Belobog that yeah, some people admit they don't know his origins, but none of it ever comes with the question of whether he actually is a Belobog native or not. Sampo knows exactly how to blend himself into his surroundings in the most subtle way possible. And being an Emanator, something far more powerful than any normal human or Pathstrider could ever hope to be, would only throw in a massive extra variable for him. Sampo would have to be so so careful to keep a lid on his Emanator traits, to keep up the appearance of being totally normal and average at all times. It doesn't help him at all.

And this part is pure indulgence, but I love taking Aha's closeness with mortals, and THEIR tendency to take human form, and twisting it into a case of THEM using Sampo as a vessel.

I want Aha to look at Sampo the same way all of us look at Sampo. A chew toy. A plaything. Something to shove through the meat grinder. Aha thinks Sampo is hilarious and a funny, silly little guy, and THEY want to put him in Situations just to see what he does. Sampo is not a fan.

This though, this is what makes Sampo so wildly entertaining as a vessel. Because Aha knows that Sampo does not want to be a vessel, does not even want to be an Emanator, and THEY find it SO much fun to watch the mental gymnastics he has to pull to convince himself he's ok with it, this is fine actually, because he's not exactly about to tell off a literal god. He doesn't feel like getting a smiting today, please and thank you.

Because squeezing yourself into a human vessel is so different than merely adopting a human disguise, there's already a human soul in there, it's kind of a tight fit. If Sampo doesn't make room, doesn't all but dissociate right out of his own body, it could cause. Consequences.

And so, Aha always gives a warning, just to watch him squirm.

It begins with the sound of bells.

Just little ones, at first. Small, clinking little sounds that could even be considered nice. Something almost gentle, like a wind chime in a pleasant breeze on a warm day. This is the signal for the countdown.

Sampo breathes in, breathes out. Makes himself as small as possible within his own body.

The bells rise and multiply, tinkling wind chimes give way to sleigh bells, to shopkeepers bells, the sound of something inevitable approaching, something entering.

Sampo breathes in, breathes out. Dilutes himself, weaker and weaker concentrations.

The bells rise and rise, multiply and multiply, celebration and tragedy resonating in the sound of church bells, ringing bright and loud, the sounds of weddings and funerals both the same.

Sampo breathes in, breathes out. Becomes like smoke, like vapor. Hollows himself out.

Empty, empty, empty until he echoes, like a bell, like something with the sole purpose of being shaken and rattled around, a thing to be struck, the sounds jarring and punched out and gasping and piercing the air, the lung, the eardrum.

Sampo breathes in.

Beaten he rings, bashed in he sings.

Aha breathes out.

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids (XIX)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters  for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWO is here PART THREE is here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here PART SIX is here and PART SEVEN is here PART EIGHT is here PART NINE is here PART TEN is here PART ELEVEN is here PART TWELVE is here PART THIRTEEN is here PART FOURTEEN is here PART FIFTEEN is here PART SIXTEEN is here PART SEVENTEEN is here PART EIGHTEEN is here...nineteen...oy vey.

💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts (now featuring mediocre mouseover translations, only available on a computer)

Where we last left off... THE BART RETURNS! The earth rejoices! 🥳🎉 Physical therapy can be fun, even if it usually isn't!

Trigger warnings for this story:  body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) |  my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

💚👻👽👻💚

Danny learns a few more words with practice.

Foda is simple. If Danny is hungry, he can ask for foda. It sounds exactly like food, and when he asks, they feed him.

…Or they up his IV. Which. Danny’s tongue might still feel sore and nasty, but the doctors and nurses and millions of minders don’t seem that mad when he sticks his tongue out at them. Sometimes they even laugh.

They don’t even sound all that mean.

It takes Danny a good chunk of waking time for him to realize that he…probably is hooked up to something he doesn’t want to think about, since all the efforts of lifting and moving him haven’t resulted in a single bathroom trip since he woke up here.

Firstly: horrible.

Secondly: his legs are super, absolutely, positively immobilized, and if someone doesn’t give him enough medication quickly enough after it wears off, Danny is very aware that something is deeply wrong with them.

So. Uh. That’s…gross.

He learns bealo just as quickly. He isn’t sure what bealo means, per se, but when he says it, they up his medication until Danny can pretend he doesn’t have any legs again.

God niht is goodnight, unless Danny is feeling snippy, and then it’s just niht.

…The one lady who minds him always says the whole thing, though. Even when Danny’s mean. Like the one time he threw his rocket at someone.

Or the time he started ignoring everyone when they tried to touch him.

…Or the one time he tried to freeze his IV bag, and put everyone on alert because if he’d been human, that would have seriously hurt him.

“Sorry,” Danny’d whispered, even if it wouldn’t mean anything to her.

She’d patted his hand and meant it. Danny’d had to dry his eyes with his wrist. “Eall es wel.”

Anyway.

Danny hates being in the freaking bed every hour of every day. So when his “sitting up” exercises turn into “hey, let’s try the wheelchair” practice, Danny gets so excited-slash-nervous that he kind of feels like he’s going to throw up all the liquids he’s been injected with.

None of the regular people try to lift him. Instead the lady does it herself, scooping Danny up in very strong arms, the golden cuffs on her wrists weirdly warm on Danny’s skin. When Danny’s settled, his legs sticking out real weird and his back kind of sore, he’s…out of bed.

He’s. He’s not in bed anymore.

And. Sure. It’s temporary, but it’s not the bed. Danny can wriggle, and he can sort of palm the wheels underneath him with the heels of his shaky hands, and he can see so much more of himself than he has in ages and ages.

For one. Both of his legs are in casts. That’s. Not good. He can’t feel it right now, but the sight of fully encased legs…

Well. If he can transform that won’t be a problem. If. If he has to escape. But it is…it’s super scary. He mostly remembers being captured, but the…the other people had been focusing more on his thoracic cavity and his face and head.

…So why are his legs so bad? Did something else happen?

(It did, didn’t it?)

(…Didn’t it??)

His hands shake, but there’s something to all that grip training, or else Danny wouldn’t be able to paw at his neckline to look down his own shirt. Or, well, his cloth nightie, anyway.

It’s good that he looks, since, well…his chest is glowing a solid green.

Whatever should probably be scar tissue. Uh. It…isn’t. There’re gouges down his chest and a crater where his heart should be that probably should be healing over, considering, you know, he’s not freaking dead at this exact second (mostly??), but. Instead of, like, healed flesh, or, say, his insides, there’s a transparent green…jelly… holding him together.

He can see how the green bounces with his heart beat.

...Danny drops the neckline of his gown. His breath comes in choking bursts, eyes pressed into his eye sockets—he feels sick.

He is sick. He has been sick.

The humans are keeping him here because he’s a freak of nature and he’s broken from head to toe and the Guys in White carved his flesh out of his body and opened him up like a can of cranberry sauce.

He presses his hands to his chest, to his stomach, just trying to breathe for long enough that he doesn’t throw up his oatmeal and occasional juice and IV nutrition onto the pristine floor of his sickroom. The people around him all make sympathetic noises that don’t help because he doesn’t know what they mean.

And then he feels something weird.

Not all the sensation in his fingers are back. It’s easier for him to feel impediments than it is to feel textures—something that blocks him from moving, rather than anything sensory-specific. He can usually tell when he touches fabric, because when he moves too far, it pulls tight around his hand. He can tell when he’s on something solid when his hand fails to go through it.

There is something solid sticking out of him.

Danny’s heartbeat quickens. It’s not. It’s. There’s something in him.

And it’s not—it’s so solid. When Danny brushes his hands against it, he can feel his skin and his flesh move with it, trying not to dislodge the thing embedded in him. It pulls at his skin. He doesn’t know what it is.

His fingers tremble as he tries to brush over the object through his gown, trying to figure out its shape from faulty touch alone. It’s like waking up to find himself jammed with needles all over again.

People are talking around them. Danny doesn’t try to listen in. He’s scared. He’s so scared. Something’s happened to him, and he didn’t even notice.

Some of it is—hard. There’s a crinkling sound when he moves. Danny manages to pull his gown neckline back again to catch something of a glimpse, and all he sees is plastic.

He doesn’t know what it is.

He doesn’t know who to ask. He can’t understand anyone and he doesn’t know if he trusts them.

They put something in him. There’s something embedded in him.

He thinks he’s going to cry.

Something touches his arm—Danny flinches. His core tightens with stress as he puts a metaphorical hand on the button, ready to run and hide at any notice.

It’s the lady. He knows her.

No, he doesn’t. He doesn’t know her at all. He can’t talk to her in any way that matters. She’s not a doctor. He doesn’t know why she’s here, or why she’s keeping him here.

She’s nice. She fed him. But is that all it takes to trick him? To make him compliant? Pliable?

She stops touching him when he gets scared, her eyes worried. She kneels—closer than Danny would like, probably, but she keeps her hands to herself. Danny’s heart races faster, out of order, starting and stopping and starting again like a bad engine.

“Eow eart wel?” she asks from his left arm rest, a common question, so softly. Danny doesn’t know what it means. “Eall es wel. Ænlic eow, ænlic me. Bruce bræð wið me?”

She takes a big, deep, breath. Her hand rises slightly over her chest, following an exaggerated movement. Don’t panic. Breathe. Breathe like me. One, two, three.

Danny’s breaths are more choked. More panicked.

But when she breathes, he breathes with her—even with every stutter in between.

“Hwæt es woh[O3] ?” the lady asks, so gently it’s almost a whisper. Her pointer finger hovers over his body, but doesn’t touch—and eventually, Danny figures out she probably wants to know where he’s hurting.

But he’s not hurting. He’s scared. There’s something inside him, and he isn’t sure what it is. He presses the heel of his hand to the object. He feels something rigid refuse to bend inside his flesh.

There’s something of recognition in the woman’s face. “Inne cwic tima,” she says, more certain of answers outside the room, and darts away,

Danny wants to bounce his bound leg. He feels awful when anyone is in the room with him, considering how little of them he knows, but, somehow, it’s so much worse when he’s actually alone.

When she comes back, there’s a second person who walks through the double doors with her, in blue scrubs with ducks on them. They wave to Danny.

Danny…blinks. He feels numb. It’s kind of a problem.

They take it in stride, though; in their hands is a blank board and a chunky marker. The cap comes off, the new person scribbles for a minute or so, and then turns the board around so that Danny can see.

It’s a…person. A rudimentary outline person, sure, with some visible bones and organs to fill in the person-shaped outline. Danny can recognize most of them from anatomy class, although those memories are more…personal, now. A little more painful.

The person taps on the board. The person points to Danny.

Danny frowns.

The person turns the board back around and makes some Pew, Pew, Pew! sounds with their mouth, occasionally opening and closing their hand over the board to match the noise. There’s some more scribbling. When the board turns back around, there’s a violent smudge of marker on top of the drawn person’s drawn intestines.

The person takes their covered pinky finger and erases a little neat circle of marker in the intestines, mostly favoring one side. They draw a little arrow from the hole to the general outside-of-the-person blank area. Then another circle, with a thicker circle inside.

Danny recognizes the object jutting out of him. Oh. This is how he got it.

The person—probably a doctor, Danny guesses, or the surgeon who did this to him—do these people even need credentials, actually?—hands the board over to the lady. They hold out ten outstretched fingers, marker under their arm, and make a show of counting every one of the outstretched fingers with the opposite hand. Then they take the board back.

And then, when they write on the board, Danny can actually understand what they say.

Or, well, it’s numbers! The numbers are the same as his—the line and a circle is clearly meant to be a ten, and the little x is a multiplication symbol— they draw a 10, as clearly and a brightly as it could be against a stark white board, and add a little x 7, probably to indicate a week; the result is ten suns times seven, or seventy suns.

Danny feels his heart bounce in his chest. Danny would bet a whole lot of money that the number is meant to be seventy days. There is an end point. It’s not that Danny is free to be subjected to random anatomical whims—there’s a goal here. This was purposeful.

The little circle-within a circle gets erased. The hole is scribbled through as if it was never there, and the person makes a weaving gesture with the marker that Danny is certain is meant to be sewing.

Tears prick at his eyes. The lady gets close by him again, but Danny lets her. His hands aren’t good enough for wiping tears the way he wants to, yet. Help and company are good.

She gives him a tissue from Danny's bedside table. He takes it with a whisper of a grip.

“Seventy?” Danny rasps, tearful. Hopeful. Terrified of hope. He practically jams the tissue into his eye sockets.

The lady’s eyes go wide. “Seventy,” she repeats, marveling.

It’s enough. Nothing is perfect, but it’s enough. And if Danny's allowed to spend so long in front of the space window that he falls asleep in his wheelchair, well. It's not like he was in charge of where they went.

[grimmla-arts]

Was inspired by Wacom's most recent horror show, where they used Ai to promote their tablets. I'm really struggling to put all my thoughts down, but I really wanted to attempt to show the way Ai makes me feel. It's a false dragon.

I think I find myself increasingly disgusted by the lack of humanity demonstrated by higher ups of companies like Wacom. Their decision to include generative AI in their ad is pure madness motivated only by the desire to save a few bucks at the cost of devaluing the human experience. It would have cost them very little to have an artist draw them a fine dragon for their advertisement, but they chose to use AI. (and don't give me that bull about 'oh we didn't know it was Ai, it was a third party.' I don't believe it.)

The big question is why?

I'm not going to pretend I have the best answer, but I'm fairly certain it's because, like the people that sing Ai's praises, they really hate humanity. You'd have to in order to think it was fine to not only take someone's work, but their life's passion and put it through a meat grinder just so you can prompt product. That's all they want... product... slop for the masses. It's heartbreaking. Needless to say I won't be buying any Wacom products anymore. Shame too, I liked my tablet, now I can't touch it without thinking about the parasite that is Wacom.

Ai is such a disturbing trend. It's a terrible beast pretending to be a creation tool , but all it does is consume and regurgitate. Unable to create without scrapping millions of images and texts. It has but one goal. To get rid of you. Make no mistake, this tool was developed specifically to remove people from the equation. Why hire an artist when it's just as easy to type in a prompt? Maybe it's not as good, but its instant, its cheap. Why hire a journalist when it's faster to just prompt some popular text? It doesn't even have to be accurate... just cheap.

I'm trying not to rant about the horrors of capitalisms at this point, but X'D maybe another time.

and I know i'm kind of preaching to the choir but This year is going to be awful in regards to AI. All I can say is brace yourselves, educate your loved ones (as there's bond to be a million new ways to scam people) and give no quarter to this garbage.

[ravi-is-my-beloved]

My 8x04 Thoughts & Summary

As always, there may be some things I leave out, however, this is a summary of the majority of the episode.

911 Spoilers under the cut!!

The fact that Gerrard really thought Buck (out of everyone) would make a list of who to fire is funny. Poor Buck hated that, but it really wasn't even a storyline for Buck. It just served purpose to reveal to the audience that Councilwoman Ortiz is the one who put Gerrard back into the 118.

I had a feeling the body cams would come into play with the Hen-Ortiz storyline, but I had thought it would end badly for Hen. I was stressing during the cheerleader call, thinking the fact that they did a partial REBOA (or however it's spelled) in the ambulance would backfire on Hen. I'm so glad the body cams ended up being the thing that gave evidence to Hen's (accurate) claim to Ortiz being revengeful and having a vendetta against Hen.

Bobby really heard Gerrard gush about being a consultant for Hotshots and was like "I can kill two birds with one stone." The way he used Gerrard's own ego to turn Gerrard against Ortiz? 10/10. Now not only is Hen and Karen getting Mara back, but he now can come back to the 118.

But also, that's not the only thing that happens with Bobby this episode. As many of us predicted, Athena wanted to rebuild the old house and of course Bobby wanted something new. And of course they ended up having a two-minute talk near the end of the episode (after seeing Bobby stare at the architect plans of the old house for like a few scenes) and decided to build a house that wasn't something Michael built but rather it'd be something they'd create together for them as a couple.

My major gripe with this storyline is it felt like it was just shoved into an already-packed episode. We didn't get to see much conflict between Bobby and Athena and it just felt lackluster (to me) when it got resolved so quickly.

The way they made Hen and Karen cry because their court hearing to reinstate their foster license had the result of them being ordered no contact with Mara (of course because the judge was in Ortiz's back pocket)... I hated it. But I'm so glad they had Mara come home at the end of this episode, if it had taken longer for her to come home, I wouldn't have been able to handle it. That little video Mara did before CPS took her from the Wilson house where she talked about what she wanted for her upcoming birthday and how she called Hen "Mama"? Almost made me cry.

And of course, we can't leave out Eddie's little storyline. They are putting that man through the meat grinder. The cheerleader kid thinks Eddie's his dad (somehow) after being brought back from the brink of death and we get the saddest look from Eddie. His storyline is the only one that didn't get resolved here and we see him be mad that the cheerleader's dad wasn't talking to his son and we see why he's mad about that: because Eddie is trying to be there for Chris and he can't because Chris doesn't want him to be there. And so he's trying to reunite the cheerleader and his dad and he ends up doing it after being like "You're a grown adult, you should be there for your kid" when he talks to the kid's father.

So that's the gist of everything. I committed the tiger call but that's everything in terms of storylines in the episode. As for what I'm most excited for what's in the future, I can't wait to see the building of Athen and Bobby's house and I can't wait to see Eddie and Chris get reunited.

While I did have a few gripes with this episode (mainly in how Buck was just there this episode and how the Bobby-Athena storyline had not that much screen time), I did still really like the episode and how it ended. This was a Wilson family centric episode and I think it did the Hen-Ortiz conflict as well as it could have done.

[thephantomcasebook]

Martin's post really solidified the fandom divide and even channels that are trying to smooth things over are getting blacklash. And while I knew Ryan becomes very full of pride, and so he probably will not change his plans, I also think about how much hbo needs this show to not fail. So I wonder if this will affect S3 somehow, and they will try to curse correct at least the Maelor and Alicent stuff.

Nope, not a chance.

Condal is backed by HBO, under the false assumption that his plans are popular. Condal - if he takes anything from the backlash - will believe that the reason everyone hates Season 2 is because we didn't have any battles and the season got cut off.

Because of his false assumption that he and Sara Hess's scripts and ideas are genius, he'll stuff Season 3 with action and battles to try and make up for what he perceives as what the audience wants.

In reality he'll take HOTD right into a meat grinder that is reminiscent of Season 7-8 of "Game of Thrones". In which he believes now that he has all the characters established and down therefore he can put character development on the backburner to put his foot on the gas and rush into The Dance.

Condal and Hess are a mixture of pettiness, stupidity, and arrogance. They'll never course correct and GRRM turning against them and their vision will be soothed by the studio that has historically learned all the wrong lessons in the past - which is why they're 50 Billion Dollars in debt.

Condal, in his heart, truly believes that he's right and the fans, the hardcore fans, and GRRM are wrong. Not only that, he thinks that CGI Dragons going "Pew! Pew!" at each other will sate the normie audience enough to carry his show that is sinking under bad premises and atrocious character writing.

Alicent and Rhaenyra will be the focus of Season 3 in King's Landing - which literally no one wants. Daeron will be a footnote as a way of punishing the hardcore book fans and GRRM for pushing so hard for a character that he nor Hess wanted in the show. They'll axe Maelor from existing to protect Rhaenyra. And it'll be over all mindless garbage with CGI Dragons fighting so that retards in a bar can make monkey chatters at every cheap pop.

[capcavan]

If Riko hadn't been killed off, but he still had his broken arm, how do you feel his recovery and road (if possible) back onto the playing field would have been? How would Tetsuji have reacted to it?

Boy this really went in a direction as I wrote it

Considering the rules of aftg universe [Kevin whose hand been through meat grinder but could use it after few months without any physical therapy and being held together by duct tape ] Riko shouldn't have any issue healing from clean spot breaking of 2 bones in arm. Add to that the fact that Riko got professional care right after the breaking and as resident of cult i mean Nest he will have access to all resources needed to make safe and successful recovery. So depending if we want to use aftg law or real life law i think his recovery is possible it's just difference of ,, will he play in 2 months or in 6 months" With good diet and listening to his doctor, recovery and coming back to health won't be issue and assuming Tetsuji would not pit him against ravens and allow him to train with a coach he wouldn't loose more than 3-4 months [during which he can still do cardio and train other muscle groups, improve his footwork as well as study exy from more technical standpoint, research read books watch old games and THINK i think he would easily went back to play with his team in second half of the next season in games and bit earlier in trainings. But being separated form them for so long to allow for his healing and injury care would put a big rift between him and his team. They would be resentful and not at all sympathetic ravens are competitive Riko is star but he is also their captain, and i assume while Riko is decommissioned someone else took that position- temporarily as Riko would hope. But what if the Second Captain turned out to be better? What if ravens decided the new guy deserves their respect more than Riko does? I think Tetsuji would not extend his protection to Riko any more, Rikos little outburst on the court was embarrassing and illegal There would be no way for Riko to play exy after attack on another player, in best case scenario Moriyamas might keep him out of prison but I don't think any of them would care, I think Riko's most likely future is being murdered in prison depending if anyone who hates the family is behind the same bars.

[ghasted-alien]

Day 3: Saplings/Puppies @treebarkweek (it's young Martyn and Ren, do they count as saplings and puppies?)

Another late submission but my neck hurts too much for me to care. This is an AU that I've been microwaving in my brain for a while now. Context under the cut

The Watchers maintain their strength through Red Winters, a phenomena wherein winters are unusually violent and all around miserable.

King Victorien Roberts (aka this AU's Renbob) was a revered warrior in these Red Winters; he hated the Watchers because of all the brutality he had to endure during them. After the birth of his younger brother, Ren, he completely turned to pacifism.

However, he wanted to maintain a decent relationship with the Watchers to spare Wulfcaster (aka this AU's dogwarts) from Red Winters, so he asked a Watchers' monastery (aka where the former evo smp members are from in this AU) to present a gesture of good will. The followers received a vision that Martyn (age 12 in this comic) is to kill the king and bring about one of the bloodiest Red Winters ever, and so they send him as the offering, under the guise that he's one of their best child soldiers.

King Roberts, upon receiving a child soldier that was explicitly told he is to serve the king, hands him off to Crown Prince Ren (age 14 in this comic) instead; knowing that the Watchers are most likely plotting something.

Years later during a Red Winter, King Roberts disappears prompting Ren to become king. He asks Martyn to decapitate him, to allow him the right to the crown (as only the royal bloodlines can respawn and their lineage is proven through voluntary execution).

I just made this whole AU so I can have more slow burn seasoning in my Treebark meals, and to put Martyn through the meat grinder :3c

[daily-airimomoi-vitamins]

[As you learned more, you have more and more...questions. You didn't want your mind to wander thinking about them, so it's better to ask now]

"What...what have you been giving me...giving all your customers?"

Oh? I presume you're referring to my vitamins?

[you nodded, a stark expression cemented on your face]

Well...this is still a pharmacy...when you walk through those doors, you do see cough syrups, pain killers, allergy medications...hah, I even sell flowers..How funny is that?

"that's not what I'm talking about."

..mgh...I know. You're talking about my vitamins. Well, they're just like any other! Plain and simple really.

You for one...should be very familiar with their side effects.

"...wh...what are they made of."

Vitamins

"N-No..like. what's in them"

v..vitamins????? like. Vitamin D!!! or...Vitamin C!!!

"No!! the ingredients."

v-

"say vitamins and I won't be the only one ending up in that meat grinder."

..

I mean, I wasn't planning to have only you, but...our other guest hasn't arrived yet~

[what the fuck?]

"the fuck does that mean"

Nothing. ^_^

[you clenched your fist because GOD...how annoying could someone be!?]

[you need to move on]

"You what I'm asking about. Explain. Now"

hmmmm you're no fun....

[The pharmacist started to walk around you once more, rolling her eyes]

alright, I'll 'explain'

[She put air quotes around 'explain', no good sign...]

I told you just now, Grief takes on many different forms...and I had also told you, it's like a drug.

You'll get addicted to the pain and constant grieving...so much so you'll forget you're even in despair.

...

"..That..didn't explain anything????"

[The pharmacist looked down, silent for a second. You always hated these moments, the moments where she seemed humane]

..Do you know how hearts work?

"..huh?"

I said, do you know how hearts work?

"I-I mean, I get the jist of it..w-what does this have anything to do with my qu-"

Its so funny, Peac-.

[The pharmacist stopped talking. She was silent again, before picking herself back up with a smile]

Mm...

Its so funny...the human heart. Everyone portrays it as a symbol of love...and care and compassion and the center of everyone's emotions...but it's just an organ, really. Everything is just a gear in the giant ticking clock that is your short lifespans. If anything, your brain holds more than your heart.

...

You should know how a broken heart feels.

[I don't want to]

You should, shouldn't you?

[No no]

Fleshy and warm, all before it's death. It turns cold, becomes useless.

..well not entirely.

[She faced away, her shoulders raising in a giggle]

mmm..haha....ha...

[The distance in her tone felt unwe-]

[oh.]

[as you were thinking, she pulled something out from a drawer near the machine]

[it was.. fleshy]

[you could see the open veins and dried blood on it, the places where the valves used to connect]

[no. nono no no no]

"..."

[you let her words sink into your mind]

[Grief...is like a drug. It was this entire time. Her, ]

[..Your grief.]

[you felt disgusted with yourself for letting this happen. You. Oh god oh god. The more you thought the worse it got. Detailed scenarios started to play out in your head, things you wished you'd never have to think about. You. Oh nonono no you don't want to think about this. You want to move on from this]

[I want to move on I want to move on I want to move on I want to move on I want to move on I want to move on I want to move on I want to move on I want to move on I want to move on I want to move on I want to move on]

You seem...ill. Is everything okay? Hm?

[She spoke with a condescending tone, as if you were some useless, grieving child. A moody teen, someone to be looked after like a toddler. It made you furious.]

[you were angry...at her, and her, and...yourself. You.]

[You.]

[..]

[me.]

[The pathetic excuse of remains of a human heart lay in the pharmacist's hand]

[demdozeguys]

Strap in for a long one, because it's time for:

REVIEWING AND RANKING EVERY GAME I GOT FROM THE STEAM SUMMER SALE

ramblings under the cut:

UNRANKED: ULTRA STREET FIGHTER IV

okay look I know I said I'd be ranking all of these but putting a fighting game up against six linear-progression single-player adventure type games feels a bit unfair.

as for whether I liked it: yeah it's alright. it's street fighter, it's fun. only time will tell how much my brother and I will get out of it, but I'm already feeling like I don't like it quite as much as 5. how much of that is due to 4 not having Urien is anyone's guess.

#6: CROW COUNTRY

I'm gonna be honest I didn't fuck with this game nearly as much as I thought I would.

maybe it's because I'm new to the genre. maybe it's because I've been spoiled by autosave. or maybe it's just because I can't aim to save my life. but losing upwards of 20 minutes of progress every time some creature I failed to hit or juke tagged me one too many times got frustrating pretty fast.

I didn't hate my time with Crow Country. the environments are gorgeous, the story kept me intrigued, and filling out my mental list of "oh shit I can go here now"s was still satisfying. if this is your thing don't let me dissuade you, I just wasn't built for it.

#5: KAMIKO

Kamiko is decent fun, but there's not really a whole lot to say about it. It's a short and sweet zelda-esque game where the meat of the playtime comes from trying to go through it as fast as possible, and as you'll see later I happen to enjoy going fast. enjoyable, but not super meaty. if you like routing and time management give it a shot.

#4: PONY ISLAND

Alright, this is where we get into the Good Shit.

Pony Island is a game in which you play a game called Pony Island made by The Devil From The Bible. every few minutes there's some new weird meta setpiece to keep you on your toes, plus the code puzzles and pony sections between are solid fun on their own. it's a great time. and if you're interested, there's a pretty solid reward for getting 100%.

if I had to dock points, it didn't seem to have much in the way of replayability, but that's not a huge dealbreaker. I really need to get my hands on Inscryption now.....

#3: SPOOKY'S JUMPSCARE MANSION REMASTERED

I'm not normally big on horror but Spooky's kept me coming back. despite going into it already knowing what all the specimens did, they managed to keep me on the edge of my seat because you never know when they're going to show up. combine the legitimate building terror with an offbeat and self-aware sense of humor and you have a damn fun package.

it's worth noting that as of writing this, I've only completed the main story. the DLC campaigns probably won't affect the final ranking? but I have a feeling they'll make me appreciate the game more.

#2: PEPPER GRINDER

Pepper Grinder is fucking awesome.

The level design is great, the soundtrack rips, and just moving around with the core gimmick of "what if you could drill and then jump out" is so good. I just really wish there was more of it.

I was able to get all the major in-level collectibles and reach the end in under 3 hours. the bulk of my playtime came from the time trials, which do manage to hit a sweet spot of encouraging you to push yourself without requiring CBT perfection. demolishing the gold medal on the final boss took me well over an hour's worth of attempts and may have been one of the most viscerally satisfying challenges I've ever completed in a game.

Pepper Grinder is really, really cool. But if it had another world's worth of levels it would be even cooler.

#1: CHICORY: A COLORFUL TALE

Man. I fucking love Chicory.

The vibes are immacculate. The story made me really feel for these gay little animals. The soundtrack is delightful (Lena Raine, everybody!). The exploration is rewarding. The painting mechanics made me actively want to go back to areas I'd already been to and recolor them better than I did originally, which is like. not something most games do. You can even draw penises everywhere if you want. There's something for everybody.

I'm having a hard time putting down exactly what made me fall head over heels for this game as much as I did - especially when I wasn't expecting to going into it. Maybe it was just in the right place at the right time. No matter how it cheated the system, Chicory is easily the best game I picked up.

And that's that. this was my first time doing something like this (especially on tumblr) so it felt kinda weird but idk lmk if I planted any seeds in your brain

[fyodorsfavoriteanimewifu]

His Lips Taste Like Cherry Maraschino on a Summer’s Twilight

🩹 Dazai POV 🩹

Light suggestive??

The beach. 

A central place for adults and children alike to go and get terribly sunburnt. I’ve never been a big fan of the beach, I hated showing off my body to every single person there, such an uncomfortable feeling. 

However, when sunset fell, and people started to leave, that was the prime time to arrive. 

“The sunset looks good, doesn’t it?”, I ask, looking at the red head next to me. “Well, it’s okay, I dunno why you wanted to come out here so bad”, Chuuya grumbled, looking out into the horizon of the ocean, as colours of blue faded into orange and pink, creating an ombré only the luckiest would be able to see. 

“Well it’s pretty, am I not allowed to take my gorgeous boyfriend out here?”, I say, before I poke Chuuya in the side, making him flinch and lean away from me. “Don’t start trying to charm me now”, Chuuya rolls his eyes, as I snicker. 

The two of us were sitting on the sand of the beach, both our t-shirts lingering behind in Chuuya’s car, I felt kind of nervous taking it off, but I had to do this right. “Say Chuuya, I think we could use a swim”, I say, looking into Chuuya’s eyes, the shimmering blue reminded me of candy. 

“No, I washed my hair today, I’m not getting it wet with salty ocean water”, Chuuya scoffed, as if I asked him to put his newborn baby in a meat grinder. I release a chasmic sigh, before I stand up, looking down at Chuuya. 

“Whatever”, I say, looking as Chuuya let his guard down again, before I reached down, ceasing Chuuya’s wrist and dragging him towards the water, that was reflecting the pulchritudinous sight of the sunset. 

“Hey! Goddammit mackerel! Let me g-“, I cut Chuuya off by pushing him into the water, giggling as I see him emerge from the water, his hair soaking wet. “Bastard”, Chuuya grumbled, before he snagged my hand, pulling me in with him, making me shriek dramatically. 

I gasp as I lift my head from the water, shaking the water from my hair as I look at Chuuya cackling. “Okay fine, you win”, I say, before I rise, looking forward at the sunset. I then look at Chuuya, feeling my heart start to pound. 

His hair was wet and dripping, his hair matched the sunset, as it shimmered. Chuuya pushed the hair from his face, before his eyes met mine, the deep blue was like a vast ocean, and his pupils a hurricane, threatening to suck me in. 

“Osamu? What’re you looking at, dammit?”, Chuuya raised an eyebrow, with his hands on his hips. “Just admiring your beauty…”, I say, before I move towards him, the water sloshed around my legs, before Chuuya’s eyes widened when my thin and dexterous hands traced around the sinuous curve of his semi snatched waist. 

“What beauty-“, once again, I cut Chuuya off, by barely leaning down, to kiss him. The taste of cherry maraschino and sea salt mixed, his lips have always had that taste to them, the taste that left behind a sweet aftertaste, that left you begging for more. 

Chuuya looked surprised, before soon, he sank into the kiss, melting like a popsicle that’s been left in the summer sun for too long. A soft groan left his lips, kisses always seems to be the key to his heart. 

I broke the kiss a few times to take a sharp breath, before leaning right back into it. Eventually, he pulled away, laughing softly. “Okay okay, relax, save it for later”, Chuuya smiled, he’s always had the sweetest smile, the one that made his face glow like a beacon. 

“Okay fine”, I say, still holding onto him, before I press one last kiss to his cheek, watching him leer, he was grinning like he’d just received the worlds greatest compliment, I loved when he smiled like that. 

And for a moment, we just stared into each others eyes, it couldn’t have been more than 3 seconds, but time seemed to slow. I swore I could see hearts dancing in the pools of ocean blue that I was staring into, with that stupid smile on my face. 

A/N: ao3 cross post!! I hope you guys enjoyed <3 this wasn't proofread so if there's any mistakes then oops. but anyways, likes are always appreciated and tysm<33333

[hybeboyenthusisast]

➺ seven (written)

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warnings: alcohol, drinking, frat party, gross boy trying to hit on yn, threats, minor violence (yn holds her own and she's my hero).

not edited because i dont edit hehe

wc: 861

Soobin actually really hated parties; and frat parties were the worst. Despite being in a fraternity, he never really fit in with the stereotypical frat bro. Sure, he was outgoing and fearless on twitter, easily able to public and unashamedly talking shit about Choi Y/N, but he was truly the opposite in real life. In real life, he found himself to be a people pleaser, frequently nervous, and much quieter than all of his friends. People pleasing, nervous, and quiet were the perfect words to describe how Soobin was gliding through the night.

He would chat with anyone who approached him, offer to grab them a drink, all with a smile and a carefree attitude. Inside, he was nervous they wouldn't leave soon so he could sulk in the corner like the loser most present would consider him as. While one of his classmates was striking up a conversation about their upcoming project, Soobin couldn't muster the energy to fully pay attention to the conversation. He either didn't care anymore, or he was drunk. Maybe just tipsy, though. He wasn't too sure.

His attention was not on Yeonjun's complaints of their professor, nor was it on the rest of the party, it was on you. He really did not care about what you were up to, and could have easily looked away without a second thought, proceeding about his night, sulking in the corner. But, he didn't. He was focused on you, dressed in a silky top and mini skirt that showed off your sexy legs (wait, sexy?). Your heels added some extra height onto you, though most partygoers still towered above you.

You weren't smiling or laughing, drinking and dancing with your friends. Not that Soobin really noticed or cared, of course, but you were often with your brother and your friend Jungwon, sometimes your cousin. No matter who you were with, Soobin always saw you having a good time at these parties.

Not tonight, though. Your arms were crossed against your chest, a frown etched upon your face. A member of another fraternity, someone Soobin recognized but did not know the name of, was speaking to you in a manner that Soobin instantly recognized was a sleazy way. The frat bro leaned in closer to you, reaching over and brushing your hair out of your face. You visibly cringed and stepped backwards.

Soobin couldn't hear what was happening between you and this creep, but he could put together the context. As you removed the man's hand from your waist, he grabbed you instead with both hands, appearing like he was trying to convince you to do something. Soobin may really, truly hate you, but he wasn't a monster. He knew that you were in a dangerous situation, and apparently nobody else had even noticed.

Muttering something to Yeonjun, Soobin began making his way across the large living room to intervene in your situation. He hadn't reached you yet when he watched as you ripped the man's arms off of your body and slapped him. When Soobin was finally within earshot (which was really pretty close to you, at this point, since the loud music was, well, loud), he could hear you shouting.

"Touch me again and you won't like where I shove your tiny penis! How do you feel about a meat grinder, bitch?" Soobin's jaw dropped at your threat. You apparently did not need any help. The frat bro's eyes widened and he quickly spun around and scampered away. "Can I help you, Soobin?" You had turned to him, an eyebrow raised.

Soobin gulped as he locked eyes with you; he could see the fire and anger in your eyes and knew he didn't want to argue with you or piss you off right now. "I was- I just," Soobin sighed, failing to come up with an excuse. "I saw what was happening and wanted to help you."

"Oh."

Your anger appeared to resolve as your body language shifted to be more relaxed. Your eyes, too, softened as they confidently gazed into his. The answer you were expecting, you didn't know, but you certainly hadn't thought Soobin would say that. "You so have a crush on me. As you probably saw, I can handle myself. Thanks, though, honey."

Soobin couldn't fight the blush that spread across his cheeks as you winked at him and turned, disappearing into the party. He did not have a crush on you, and he would never admit it, but even though he hated you, he knew how sexy you were. And having someone so sexy, even his enemy, speak to him in such a manner, was hot. But there was no proof that he watched your ass sway as you walked away from him.

You had no idea what Soobin thought as you were walking away, but you hoped that one day he would finally see you as more than a troublemaker twin. Truthfully, you were hoping that Soobin would see you even as just a beautiful woman, someone he'd want to be intimate with. You would be happy with a small slice of Soobin, even though you wanted the whole cake.

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[aropride]

small talk is as uncomfortable for me as it is for the next guy but i think there's a lot of value in understanding it- maybe not the actual conversations themselves, and not even liking it, but understanding the intent. because allistics don't go into small talk with a mindset of "man i HATE this guy i want to make them SUFFER by asking about their WEEKEND." most of the time it comes from a place of either obligation or of kindness. and also to be clear, i know this varies culturally, so disclaimer- this is probably very influenced by being a high-masking (with dubious success) autistic american.

but i prefer to think of small talk as an act of kindness rather than a painful obligation. it's used to fill silence (generally seen as awkward) or to invite someone into a conversation if they're alone (meant to be friendly). when i was in middle school i was in a youth group (awful) that met for two hours once a week. the first half hour was designated hanging out time while people filtered in, and then we'd go into games, then church stuff and then a discussion. and during the first half hour i'd always end up standing in a corner alone, usually by the snacks so i'd have something to do.

and every week without fail people would come up to me and try to talk to me. both small group leaders and other middle/high school kids. and being a severely anxious undiagnosed autistic kid this would terrify me and piss me off because i didn't understand why they were doing it. because it felt like an imposition- yeah, i was lonely and wanted to talk to people, but i didn't necessarily want to talk to anyone specific, and it felt like they were being condescending or pitying, and i wanted to be left alone.

but to an allistic person, what i was interpreting as condescension and being put into an uncomfortable conversation, was to them a gesture of kindness. because most allistic people as far as i know wouldn't want to have to stand in the corner eating oreos every week they were forced to go to youth group. and they had no way of knowing that was my preferred option.

so we would have conversations that went something like this:

person i don't know: hi i'm jess, what's your name me (scared): hi i'm nik jess: nice to meet you nik! me (still scared): nice to meet you too (beat of awkward silence) jess (helpfully filling the silence): what grade are you in? me (realizing i have an oreo in my hand and wanting to eat it but i can't because i'm stuck in this conversation that feels like being put in a meat grinder): 6th 👍 jess: nice! whats your favourite subject? me (deeply aware of the oreo in my hand, aware that i am doing this wrong but not sure how, painfully aware of the unnecessarily loud music playing): english jess: fun! do you like reading?

And so on and so forth. it was uncomfortable for everyone involved and i could not figure out why they were asking me questions when they presumably didn't care and i didn't want to be there. and the first thing i was missing was that while they might not have cared about me as a person yet, that's what the small talk was for! so they'd get to know me more and then care what i had to say, or know that they wanted to talk to me more, etc. and the second thing i was missing was that while to me this whole ritual was sort of like being in hell being tormented by eternal hellfire, for everyone else this was normal and polite and most people would, while not enjoying the small talk itself, enjoy the thought behind it. what it's really communicating isn't a fascination with your thoughts about your classes but a "i saw you looked lonely, i have no negative feelings towards you, i'm offering my companionship and figuring out if we might be friends, as well as assuaging your discomfort with being alone"

basically it's a social script. and it's one that can be clunky and awkward (there are many memes on the topic) but that doesn't really matter to most people because the intent outweighs the execution. the words actually being said don't always even matter- "how are you?" "fine, thanks" type exchanges aren't really meant to communicate anything verbally- it's a nonverbal confirmation that you have a positive relationship with someone. which is why autistic people are often seen as rude for not engaging in it.

this is getting insanely long sorry it's just on my mind because i saw a post on instagram about how autistic people don't like small talk because it's inauthentic, and i don't think that's really true. i think that small talk can be authentic, and i think that autistic people don't like small talk because it's deeply uncomfortable for a lot of us. it's a helpful social script to understand conceptually, even if it sucks

[this-aint-massachusetts]

Hi, I have aus, now y’all gonna listen. Warning for gore, limb losing, cults, demons, lesbians, petty hate fucking gays, cannibalism, and Billy and Billie being horrible people @schmidtsbf because they seemed to wanted to read this :33

High School AU

✧ Billy and Billie Parks

✧ Darlene and Derek Danforth

✧ Clapton and Cherry Davis

✧ Josie and Josh Futturman/Woman

✧ Marla and Marv

✧ Toby Mitchell

✧ So it’s obviously pretty much self explanatory. It’s Jhutch characters plus some of the gender swaps in high school. Yet there’s more to it actually.

✧ The main thing is supposed to be it follows mainly Billy and Billie and about their past connections with a cult and some kinda demon. This demon has so far inhabited Billie’s body and they’ve kept it a pretty good secret till they realize that the demon left her body a long time ago and is now on the loose somewhere in the school.

✧ Now the demon is hopping from body to body through the high school with all the others having no clue. The only indication of the demon being in their body is the sudden insatiable craving for meat. So the siblings trigger a lockdown at the school at hold everyone hostage in the cafeteria to figure out whos the demon.

✧ Issue though is that the demon is constantly hopping from body to body so they end up killing multiple of the students because the demon hopped body at the last minute.

✧ Later on it’s more explained why Billy and his sister had a connection with a cult and why the demon was in Billie’s body in the first place. It’s kinda like a Hereditary situation with Paimon. The twos parents were the previous ones with the demons with their dad having the demon in him but the demon prefers female hosts so the dad had a child with some random woman so they would hopefully have a girl and it could just inhabit her body instead of it being his problem. Yet they ended up having twins instead and the demon accidentally ending up in Billy. And it’s hard to transfer it to another body without killing the current host but there is another way where you can cut off a part of the hosts body and attach it to another body and it will transfer there. So he cut off Billy and Billie’s arms and just swapped them. Causing them to have slightly longer/shorter arms.

✧ But the reason the demon left Billie’s body is because of an accident where she lost a hand and so that made an escape route for the demon so it left and went to the first person they could find that had an opening. That person being Marla for having a broken arm and being female.

✧ Yet part of the demon is still in her. It’s small and doesn’t really affect her yet since she lost just a hand and not the whole arm it’s still partially there.

Billy

✞ In this au Billy is one of the teachers, or more of a teachers assistant. He only signed up to annoy the principal (Derek) and also to keep a closer eye on Billie so the demon stays at bay.

✞ Ever since finding out about the demon and the cult (which neither of them were ever supposed to lean) he’s genuinely considered killing Billie. He never went through with it but he has held it over her head multiple times for blackmail. (Yeah Billy isn’t really a good person here, neither is Billie but Billy is worse)

✞ Is actually the reason Billie lost her (or I guess his) hand. He was sick of having to deal with the demon so he purposely sliced off her hand with a meat grinder and framed it as an accident. Yet he just didn’t know he had to either kill her or get rid of the whole arm.

✞ Hates kids, would rather put a bullet through his head then continue being a teachers assistant. But he knows he has to because Billie still goes to the school. But he has begged her multiple times to just drop out like he did.

✞ Is 26 in this au.

✞ Made Billie kill Derek.

Billie

⚠︎︎ Genuinely hates her brother, once she found out losing her hand wasn’t an accident she almost murdered him. And her dad too, she absolutely despises her dad for putting this on her.

⚠︎︎ Only finds solace in school. She often just hides in the vice principals office with Darlene and Josie because they’re the only ones she really likes and trusts. Despite neither of them having a clue about her issue.

⚠︎︎ In return for Billy blackmailing her and cutting off her hand, she cut off one of his arms and ate it, also fed part of it to him. He decided to not fuck with her after that. (Though it was mainly the demon who had her do it, yet Billie still does have an obsession with cannibalism)

⚠︎︎ Is 18 in this au.

⚠︎︎ ︎Killed Derek :))

Clapton

♬ Is 18 in this au.

♬ Has been friends with Billie since second grade. Till he caught her eating the teacher alive with Billy helping. Ever since then he’s been scared shitless of the two. Billy threatened to shot him if he said anything so he’s kept his lips shut for over 10 years now.

♬ Is cousins with Cherry in this au, Cherry does actually know about the demon without Clapton telling her though. (I’ll explain that more later when I get to her character card ;))

♬ Has been used like a martyr for the siblings in order to keep his mouth shut. Since they’ve been trying to rid of the demon for years they finally decide they can get rid of it in fragments like with how their father swapped their arms. Since Billy got her hand sliced off, she lost a fragment of the demon. So to transfer the fragment she attaches it to Clapton. Yet the hand also had a fragment of Billie’s soul as well so Billie can partially control Claptons body. (Like a Chucky/Nica situation.) They were going to continue with this till they found a different vessel.

Cherry

☮︎︎ Is 20 in this au.

☮︎︎ Currently has been kidnapped and is being used as a vessel. Basically what they’re doing is they’re going to kill Billie and transfer her non-demon contaminated soul into Cherrys body who their also going to kill in order for her to just have Billie’s soul and not both of them.

☮︎︎ And that was going well yet Cherry was able to get out before they could kill her so the exact opposite happened, and now she has her soul contaminated by fragments of Billie’s. So now Billie has worsened and she’s lost so many fragments of her original soul that the demon is mainly taking over so they’ll need to find a new host for her soon.

☮︎︎ Meanwhile Cherry escaped out to Clapton and she quickly learns that he also has fragments of the demon in him. So she chops off his hand to neutralize it and it works despite it still having the tiniest amount of control.

☮︎︎ But it’s eventually spit out of Claptons body soon when Billy finds where Cherry escaped to and they kill Claptons since no demon in him = no use for him anymore. Yet they do keep a hold of his body in case he does need another puppet for Billie. Which he of course does eventually does need so he transfers her soul to Claptons body. Soon after everything goes back to relatively normal with Billie pretending to be Clapton and Cherry escaped.

Derek

☘︎︎ Is 32 in this au.

☘︎︎ Lightly referenced to that he was in a past relationship with Billy.

☘︎︎ Is the principal of the school.

☘︎︎ Has been in on the whole thing with the siblings since the beginning. He was also involved in the cult and used to be a previous host. (in this au its also implied he’s trans) The second he learned there was a new host after 28 years of him being dormant and that the host was in his very school he lost his shit. And the second he found out it’s Billy’s fault he lost it completely.

︎ ☘︎︎ He threatened Billy that if he doesn’t remove himself and his sister from the school immediately he’s going to kill both of them. Billy didn’t because he actually wants Billie dead. Derek was surprised at Billy’s heartlessness on how he was just so open to leaving his unwilling sister for dead so instead he was the one who put the idea of cutting her hand off to neutralize the demon. Yet we all already know that didn’t work.

☘︎︎ Derek had to lean that the hard way though when Billy sticked Billie onto him.

Darlene

🜲 Is the vice principal for the high school, terrible at her job though.

🜲 Billie and Josie are her favorite students, it’s the main reason she lets them in her office.

🜲 Was also involved with the cult because of Derek being the host till he was 28. She was supposed to be the next host but she wasn’t really into the whole cult thing so she left before they could transfer her soul.

🜲 Until Derek told her about Billie and she, like Derek, was not happy about this. Yet she let Derek handle it and we already know how that ended.

🜲 After Billie killed her brother she didn’t do anything about it. She actually helped cover up the murder. Because she knows this demon because of the experience she’s had with it when Derek was being used as the vessel. So because of that she decided to not fuck with it.

🜲 So she leaves them alone up until the Cherry situation because Billie is dead and just lost a female host so they go to Darlene and she (reluctantly) agrees.

🜲 She is 33 in this au.

- Billy and Billie are born and their arms are swapped so Billie gets possessed by the demon

- Billy blackmails the demon in Billie’s body

- Billie and the demon get pissed and eat Billy’s arm

- Clapton finds out about the cult

- Billie goes to high school

- Derek finds out about the cult and that it came back

- Billy chops of Billie’s hand

- Billie kills Derek

- Darlene helps the siblings dispose the body and cover it up

- Darlene becomes the principal

- They attach Billie’s hand to Clapton and a fragment of her soul and the demon are transferred into his body

- The siblings kidnap Cherry

- Billie dies

- They prepare the transfer but Cherry escapes and flees to Claptons with fragments of Billie’s soul contaminating her soul

- Billy finds Cherry and kills Clapton and Cherry escapes

- Billy uses Claptons body as a vessel for Billie’s soul

- Billie pretends to be Clapton for the next two years

- Eventually Claptons body grows too week for Billie to inhabit anymore so they use Darlene’s instead

- Cherry returns with the reanimated corpse of Clapton

- The demon fully leaves Billie’s/Darlenes body and goes to Marlas

- The siblings find out about this and get the school on lockdown to shut Cherry and Clapton out and so they can detect the demon

- They find the demon in Marla and kill her but the demon quickly hops to the next available body

- The demon goes to Toby

- Toby gets killed

- Cherry and Clapton finally break in as well as the reanimated corpse of Billie

- Billie’s fucking pissed that all this happened and that Billy didn’t just kill her once they found out about the demon

- Billie kills Darlene’s body and reabsorbes her soul which is pure and has no one else’s soul in it or the demons

- The demon completely disappears

- Billie kills Billy

- And Cherry, Clapton, and Billie get out and completely disappear off the map

And that’s all I have for this au. Bye now ✌️