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iamquiantrelle · 20 days ago

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XOXO YOUR FAVE WAG (SMAU) • iamquaintrelle

# summary: kylian and his gf just being their regular cutesy, albeit real-down-bad selves on the 'gram. requested by this ask! (this is before the move to Madrid) # pairings: kylian mbappe x black spoiled gf (fc: 6kenza) # tags: @kmlottin @masn-mount @leighjadeclimbedmtkilimanjaro @szariahwroteit @muglermami @goodgyalgonebadd @sailurmewn # author’s note: got a scenario for your fave wag? - send them here // one shot series masterlist

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her_instagram: big brrr 🥶❄️ PS: skiing is hard #WinterBreak

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k.mbappe: Wesh tu mens, je suis un ouf skieur... dans ma tête 😂❤️ — her reply to k.mbappe: Bien sûr chérie. C’est pourquoi tu es tombé 7 fois dans la première heure 😘 neymarjr: You two make snow look hot 🔥 Miss you both! camavinga: Mec tu tiens même pas debout sur un terrain plat 💀 bradley_dls: On veut les vidéos des chutes sah!!! o.dembele7: Team "rester au chalet avec le chocolat chaud" 👊🏽 c'est plus intelligent wallah — her reply to o.dembele7: Le seul footballeur raisonnable à Paris ! Chocolat chaud pour la victoire 🙌🏽 wags_uncensored: Meanwhile other footballers are with a different girl every weekend. These two really going strong for years 👀 footballwives_tea: Our sources say they're secretly engaged! That ski jacket is hiding a ring 💍 — her reply to footballwives_tea: The only thing this jacket is hiding is my lack of skiing skills but nice try 😂 mbappehater23: PSG paying for their luxury vacation while he can't even score smh thirsty.football.fc: Is your man single? Asking for me 🥵

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her_instagram: Basketball date night 🏀 Pretending to understand the rules while really just here for the vibes and overpriced drinks #NBAParisGame #DateNight

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k.mbappe: Tu comprends très bien les règles... surtout celle de me ruiner au shopping après 🙄💸 — her reply to k.mbappe: Ce n’est pas ma faute si vous avez perdu notre pari... payez joli garçon 💅🏽 kingjames: Great seeing you both! Next time we need a proper shoot around 🏀 — her reply to kingjames: He talks a big game but I'd put my money on you any day! 💯 thatgyallex: Girl your fit!!! I need to borrow that top ASAP 😍 camavinga: Kyky qui fait le connaisseur alors qu'il sait même pas dribbler correctement 😂 fashion_critique: From Bondy projects to courtside seats. Talk about a glow up 💅🏽 mbappes.ex: I was with him at these games before she came along js 🙄 sports_gossip_daily: LeBron was flirting with Mbappé's girl all night! Swipe up for the video proof! — her reply to sports_gossip_daily: The "proof" is me asking for an autograph for my nephew but okay 🙄 mensfashion_paris: Mbappé's street style remains undefeated. ID on those sneakers?

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her_instagram: match day energy ⚽️ always supporting my #1 even when he gives me heart attacks on the pitch 🔵🔴 #PSGOL #IciCestParis

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k.mbappe: Mon porte-bonheur ❤️ Merci d'être toujours là bébé — her reply to k.mbappe: Toujours et pour toujours votre porte-bonheur 🍀 (maintenant marquez un autre tour du chapeau s’il vous plaît) marquinhos_4: Best supporter in Paris! 👏🏽👏🏽 k.mbappe.fanclub: The outfit is EVERYTHING! couple goals 😍 achrafhakimi: Wesh dis lui de faire la passe la prochaine fois 😂 — her reply to achrafhakimi: Je lui dis ça depuis 3 ans ! Peut-être qu’il t’écoutera 🙄 thatgyallex: This fit is giving everything it's supposed to give 🔥 wags_fashion_police: Another WAG in a simple outfit yawn. Give us something original — her reply to wags_fashion_police: Sorry my supporting-my-man outfit isn't revolutionary enough for you. I'll wear a space suit next time 👩‍🚀 footballwives_tea: That K necklace AGAIN. We all know what that means 👀 (Check our latest blog post about footballer "ownership" symbols) random.guy69: Marry me instead, he doesn't deserve you madridistaforever: Come to Madrid with Mbappé next season! We need this energy

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her_instagram: away game fits hit different. supporting from marseille tonight even though these people HATE us 😅 the things we do for love ⚽️ #AwayDays #OMPSG #StillRepresentingParis

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k.mbappe: La plus belle même en territoire ennemi 😍 Fais gaffe à toi là-bas, ces Marseillais sont des ouf! — her reply to k.mbappe: Ne vous inquiétez pas, j’ai la sécurité et votre maillot dans mon sac pour avoir de la chance ❤️ wags_daily: Away game queen 👑 The subtle PSG accessories are chef's kiss gianluigibuffon: Classy as always! Marseille doesn't deserve your elegance 👌 bradley_dls: T'inquiète pas c'est que des grands parleurs là-bas 😂 marseille_ultras: Go back to Paris with your overpaid boyfriend 🤬 — her reply to marseille_ultras: Love you too babe 😘 Enjoy watching us win tonight bondy.proud: Our girl representing! From Bondy to Marseille while staying classy 🙌🏽 — her reply to bondy.proud: Girl they already yelled at me in the hotel lobby! These people take rivalries SERIOUSLY 😭 paparazzi_sports: We counted 6 security guards with her. PSG spares no expense protecting the WAGs deuxmoi: Spotted: Mbappé's girl at Hotel Martinez in Marseille looking annoyed while a famous French actor tried getting her number 👀

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her_instagram: so honored to be the face of @polene_paris' new sustainable collection. This pink Émeraude bag isn't just gorgeous—it's made from innovative eco-materials that don't harm our planet #FrenchLuxury #SustainableFashion #NotAnAd #ActuallyProudOfThisOne

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k.mbappe: Ma meuf elle gère de ouf 😍 Tellement fier de toi! — her reply to k.mbappe: Merci mon cœur ❤️ Couldn't do any of this without your support naomi_campbell: Stunning campaign, darling. The pink complements your skin perfectly ✨ — her reply to naomi_campbell: Coming from you this means everything! Thank you icon 🙏🏽✨ voguefrance: The future of luxury is sustainable and you're leading the way 👏🏽 thatgyallex: OBSESSED with this bag! You killed it 🔥 o.dembele7: Wesh la classe! La famille de Bondy représente 👊🏽 model_watchdog: Getting campaigns because of who she dates, not her talent. Industry connections >> actual modeling skills — her reply to model_watchdog: I've been modeling since I was 16, long before meeting Kylian. Do your research babes 💋 fashion_insider: I worked on this shoot and she was the most professional and kind person. Showed up early, knew all her angles, and brought croissants for the crew! rich.football.kids: That bag costs more than my car 😭 thirsty.commenter: Marry me instead of the footballer plsss

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k.mbappe: Joyeux anniversaire à la meuf la plus incroyable que je connaisse wallah. De Bondy à Paris, et bientôt vers de nouvelles aventures ensemble... merci d'être mon roc, ma meilleure amie, et la personne qui me fait toujours rire même dans les moments difficiles. Je t'aime plus que les mots peuvent le dire. ❤️ (Et plus que le football... ouais j'ai vraiment écrit ça 😏) #JoyeuxAnniversaire #MonAmour

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her_instagram: Plus que du football ?? Maintenant, je SAIS que tu m’aimes 😭❤️ Merci d’avoir rendu non seulement ce jour, mais chaque jour spécial. Je t'aime plus que tout au monde ❤️ neymarjr: Happy birthday to the only person who can control this guy! Love you both ❤️ mbappe.maman: Joyeux anniversaire ma belle! Tu es comme une fille pour nous 💕 ethan.mbappe: Joyeux anniversaire à la quasi-sœur la plus cool qu’un gars puisse demander ! 🎂 o.dembele7: Joyeux anniversaire!!! 🎉 @k.mbappe elle mérite un Birkin pour chaque année, t'as intérêt à assurer mec — her reply to o.dembele7: Ne lui donnez pas d’idées !!! Mais aussi... oui exactement ça 💅🏽😂 bradley_dls: La meuf la plus real! Joyeux anniversaire! Kyky t'as gagné à la loterie avec elle 💯 thatgyallex: Happy birthday to my favorite partner in crime! Love you girl! Can't wait to celebrate 🥂💕 football_transfer_news: "New adventures together"? MADRID CONFIRMED?? 👀 mbappestan12: The way he loves her >>>>> I'm crying 😭 jealous.fan: She doesn't deserve him, what does he even see in her? — her reply to jealous.fan: He sees me every morning with no makeup and still thinks I'm beautiful. Meanwhile you're hating from behind a fake profile. We're not the same 💋 gossipblogger: That third pic! They've really known each other since they were kids in Bondy? That's actually kinda sweet footballwives_tea: Sources say he's proposing during their vacation next month! 💍 — her reply to footballwives_tea: You guys have "sources" for everything except accurate information 😂 psg_fan_page: Please don't take him to Madrid 😭 Paris needs both of you!

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her_instagram: chapter 26 begins ✨ feeling blessed, loved, and ready for all the adventures ahead. merci to everyone who made this day special, especially you @k.mbappe ❤️ #BirthdayGirl #MayBaby

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k.mbappe: Joyeux anniversaire à l'amour de ma vie. Tu illumines chaque jour et tu me rends meilleur. Cette année va être notre meilleure jusqu'ici, je te le promets ma Squirtle ❤️ Je t'aime plus que tout. — her reply to k.mbappe: Merci mon amour, tu as rendu cette journée magique comme toujours. Je t'aime plus que les mots peuvent l'exprimer ❤️ À notre année folle qui commence! thatgyallex: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY GORGEOUS BESTIE!!! 🎉 That pink corset is GIVING EVERYTHING 🔥 You deserve the world and more! Love you! 💕 — her reply to thatgyallex: Thank you bestie!!! 💕 Can't wait to celebrate properly when you visit next month! Love you! aurelientchm: Joyeux anniversaire la belle! Kyky a intérêt à bien te gâter sinon on s'en occupe 😏 À très vite à Madrid! 🥂 — her reply to aurelientchm: Merci Aurel! T'inquiète il a assuré... bien plus que le sac que tout le monde voit 😉 À très vite à Madrid! jkeey4: La plus stylée! Joyeux anniversaire! 🎂 magicmikemaignan: Bon anniversaire! Profite bien de ta journée 🥳 Kyky t'as offert quoi à part ce sac? 👀 — her reply to magicmikemaignan: Merci Mike! Pour les autres cadeaux... disons que c'est pas montrable sur insta 👀😂 m.olise: Joyeux anniversaire! T'es une dinguerie dans cette tenue 🔥 Kyky a trop de chance k_thuram: Bon anniversaire! Passe une journée de reine, tu le mérites! 💯 PS: Mon frère m'a dit que Kyky sait toujours pas se battre alors fais gaffe à Madrid 😂 — her reply to k_thuram: Merci Khephren! Et t'inquiète pas pour Kyky, il a d'autres talents 😏 Ton frère parle trop! o.dembele7: Wesh joyeux anniversaire ! bradley_dls: La plus belle! Bon anniversaire! Cette tenue est validée à 100% 🔥 Que cette année t'apporte tout ce que tu mérites! w.saliba4: Joyeux anniversaire cousine! La famille est fière de toi! Cette année va être folle 🙌🏾 — her reply to w.saliba4: Merci cousin! La famille me manque, on se voit très vite avant le départ pour Madrid ❤️ camavinga: Bon anniversaire! Hâte de vous accueillir à Madrid très vite! Kyky, bien joué pour le cadeau 👌🏾 neymarjr: Happy Birthday beautiful! Missing you both in Paris! That pink is YOUR color 🔥 thirsty.commenter1: That corset is doing the Lord's work 🥵 Happy Birthday! thirsty.commenter2: Mbappé waking up to this every morning? Man's winning on and off the pitch 👀 — her reply to thirsty.commenter2: He's definitely winning, but so am I 💁🏽‍♀️ extra.thirsty.fan: The way that corset is holding on for dear life... blessed be the designer 🙏🏽🥵 — her reply to extra.thirsty.fan: The designer says thank you for appreciating their engineering skills 😂 footballwives_tea: Birthday girl looking stunning! Our sources say that bag is worth €15,000... must be nice! 👀 jealous.hater: Wearing a corset for attention on your birthday. Classy as always. — her reply to jealous.hater: It's almost like... it's my birthday and I can wear what I want? Revolutionary concept! 💋 supportive.fan1: Happy Birthday! You look absolutely gorgeous and so happy! Wishing you all the best in Madrid! ❤️ — her reply to supportive.fan1: Thank you so much! We're both nervous and excited for the Madrid chapter! ❤️ madrid_fan_official: Madrid can't wait to welcome our new queen! Happy Birthday beautiful! 🤍

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hollowed-theory-hall · 8 months ago

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Could you please go more on Harry and Sirius and their relationship? I love them so much.

Honestly, yes. Like I think I already wrote most of what I think about them, (here, here, here, and here) but I love their dynamic so much and one of my pet peeves in fic is when Sirius is villainized for no reason and treated as a bad influence in Harry's life.

Like, Harry's life is lacking in competent adults he trusts, and I wanna talk about how much Harry trusts Sirius since I haven't covered that yet, I think.

Dumbledore is extremely competent, but Harry doesn't trust him. Snape is also extremely competent, but Harry would rather deal with whatever himself than tell Snape about it (except in life-and-death situations like at the end of OotP).

Then you have characters like Hagrid, who Harry trusts, and is definitely good intentioned, but not very competent. Molly and Arthur kinda fall into this category for the majority of the books.

Remus in book 3 came close. He's competent, and Harry likes him, but that trust and seeking of a relationship is one-sided. It's always Harry seeking Remus out, Remus doesn't want to be involved in Harry's life and keeps running away like Remus does. (There's a reason Harry keeps calling him "Lupin" in his head)

Then you have Barty/Fake Moody who is competent and Harry trusts and grows close to only to later be revealed to be a Death Eater during book 4.

Basically, Harry has a shitty track record with mentor figures in his life. Then comes Sirius, who loves him, wants to have a relationship with him, who is intelligent and competent (Especially during GoF), and who Harry feels he can trust.

Throughout GoF and OotP, whenever Harry has a problem, be it strange dreams from Voldemort, his scar hurting, the Triwizard Tournament, him just having a bad day, Umbridge, anything, the first person he goes to (or wants to go to), even before Ron and Hermione — is Sirius. And that is so important to me.

Like, growing up the way he grew up, Harry isn't the most trusting of kids. He often goes and acts heroic because he doesn't trust adults to do what needs to be done and so he feels like it's his responsibility. Sirius is the only adult in the books that when he tells Harry: "Stay away from it and let me check out what I can find out first", Harry listens. In GoF Sirius tells Harry not to leave school, and to watch out for Karkaroff, and Harry does so. He actually believes Sirius has his best interests and he lets him be a responsible adult in his life.

At least, more than he lets anyone else.

I did mention it in the past, but Harry feels just as responsible for Sirius as Sirius feels for Harry. Harry never got to be a child, so he doesn't exactly act like one.

At the beginning of GoF he tries to lie to Sirius that his scar doesn't actually hurt so Sirius would stay safe and away from Britain. Sirius doesn't buy it and comes anyway because Harry's safety is always Sirius' number 1 priority.

Even when his mental/emotional state deteriorates in OotP, he is mostly talking about endangering himself, not Harry.

And with this behavior, it's easy to see why Harry comes to trust Sirius so fast. Sirius is a connection to Harry's parents (something Harry's always looking for), he says he loves Harry and would do a lot for him (including escaping Azkaban by swimming as a dog across the North Sea), and it's clear he's prioritizing Harry in a way no one else has before.

Is Sirius' fixation on Harry's well-being necessarily healthy? Not exactly, I mean, there is a reason in all the airplane safety instructions they tell you to put on your own oxygen mask before you help someone else, and Sirius would definitely put the mask on Harry first. But given both their circumstances, this is honestly what they both need to feel a semblance of family.

Like, their connection, for both of them, is a kind of lifeline.

Harry needs to be the most important person to someone after he has been treated like nothing for years. And Sirius, I think, needs to care for someone else, to feel he is helping and doing something good. If he's helping Harry, he feels his own life has a purpose.

It's so very visible with Harry just how much of a lifeline Sirius became to him after such a short time. Like, I reread books 5 and 6 recently, and at the end of OotP, after Sirius dies, there is a shift in Harry. He stops caring as much.

What I mean is, there is a reason Harry has his "there's no reason to call me sir, Professor" moment in HBP. After Sirius dies, Harry loses his last bits of self-preservation. At the end of OotP he starts sassing Snape:

Malfoy’s hand flew toward his wand, but Harry was too quick for him. He had drawn his own wand before Malfoy’s fingers had even entered the pocket of his robes. “Potter!” The voice rang across the entrance hall; Snape had emerged from the staircase leading down to his office, and at the sight of him Harry felt a great rush of hatred beyond anything he felt toward Malfoy. . . . Whatever Dumbledore said, he would never forgive Snape . . . never . . . “What are you doing, Potter?” said Snape coldly as ever, as he strode over to the four of them. “I’m trying to decide what curse to use on Malfoy, sir,” said Harry fiercely. Snape stared at him.

(OotP, 851)

Snape is shocked, he doesn't even know what to say to that because Harry doesn't speak to him like that before. Before, even during the Occlumancy lessons, Harry is mostly polite because he feels he has to be. After Sirius dies, there's none of that. He's sassier, snappier, and angrier, and he carries that with him through HBP and DH. Said anger isn't just towards Snape. He snaps at Ron and Hermione throughout DH even without the Horcrux, and he lifts up Mundungus by the throat in HBP. I think a lot of his focus on Malfoy is because of how lost he feels throughout HBP. He goes out at Remus with his worst in DH when he wants to join them in the Horcrux hunt. I mean, Remus needed someone to talk sense into him, but Harry didn't need to be that mean.

What I'm saying is that when Sirius died, one of Harry's major lifelines was cut and he's in a weird sort of lashing out throughout HBP and DH. Yes, he knew Sirius for a very short time, but he was the person Harry trusted most in his life — and then he was gone.

It's not to say he never got angry at Sirius, Harry did, and that's natural and healthy, honestly. But it doesn't change the fact that in GoF and OotP when Harry needs to rant, needs someone to talk to, wants advice, he first goes to Sirius, then to everyone else.

I just feel so much about these two.

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alwaysmoncheri · 1 year ago

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summary: you’re starting to feel a little insecure among the other women in the bau, but spencer notices and silences your worries

cw: female!reader, kissing, fluff, cheesy writing, like one sexual innuendo from derek ( what’s new ? ), mutual pinning, insecurities, anxiety, comparisons of looks to others, 925, spencer reid x reader

you sit at your desk in the bustling bau office, surrounded by the brilliant minds and gorgeous faces that make up the team. as you sift through case files and organize data, you can't help but feel a subtle twinge of insecurity. the women in the bau are a formidable force – confident, competent, and effortlessly balancing the demands of the job with their own personal charm.

emily prentiss exudes authority, her presence commanding respect. jj effortlessly juggles motherhood and her role in the unit, displaying a poise you can't help but admire. penelope garcia's vibrant personality seems to light up the room, and you wonder if your more reserved nature fits into this dynamic team.

amidst the collective intelligence and strength, you find yourself questioning your place. your eyes wander to the mirror on your desk, and for a moment, you scrutinize your reflection. the nagging thought that you don't quite measure up to the elegance and confidence of your female colleagues lingers in the back of your mind.

as the day progresses, you try to focus on the tasks at hand, pushing aside the self-doubt that threatens to overshadow your abilities. spencer reid, the brilliant and socially awkward genius, that you love, is engrossed in his work on the other side of your adject desks. you've always admired his intellect, the way his mind operates on a different plane, and you’ve shamelessly loved him ever since you’d first met.

the team engages in discussions, exchanging ideas and theories. spencer, as usual, offers his insights with a level of eloquence that captivates everyone in the room. yet, in the midst of the professional banter, you can't shake the feeling that you fall short in comparison. you not only feel as though your mind can’t contribute the same thoughts and helpful comments as the rest of the team but you feel a tinge of insecurity toward your appearance. the way you look is far from beauty standards, you try to put on make-up but it never turns out to look like emily, jj, or penelope’s.

in a rare moment of respite, you find yourself alone near the coffee machine where you pull out your compact and check your reflection in the mirror. the longer you look at yourself, the more flaws you seem to find, and the more you think about the group’s discussions, the more judgment you feel toward yourself.

spencer notices you from the doorway and he frowns before proceeding any closer. when you finally notice him grabbing himself a fresh cup of coffee, you snap your compact closed as if you’ve been caught. spencer glances at you, his expression kind but perceptive. "everything okay?" he asks, his tone gentle.

you hesitate for a moment, then decide to be honest. "I don't know, spencer. I can't help but feel a bit out of place sometimes. I mean, look at the other women in the bau. they're all so... confident and put together. I don't know if I fit in."

spencer furrows his brow, considering your words carefully. "you know, I used to feel the same way when I first joined the bau. I was the youngest, and everyone seemed so sure of themselves. but confidence isn't always about how put together someone is. it's about knowing your worth and embracing your differences."

his words resonate with you, and for a moment, the weight on your shoulders seems to lift. "but look at them," you gesture towards your female colleagues and spencer follows your gaze, "they are all so... stunning. I can't help but feel like I don't quite measure up." you admit sheepishly and spencer immediately understands your insecurity.

spencer's eyes soften, and he offers a small, understanding smile. "beauty is subjective, and everyone has their own unique qualities. it's not just about appearances; it's about the way you carry yourself, your intelligence, your kindness. you have your own charm, and you're more than enough just the way you are." spencer explains, hesitantly touching your shoulder and softly rubbing up and down. his reassurance is like a soothing balm, calming the storm of self-doubt that rages within you. the way he sees beyond the surface, acknowledging your strengths, makes you feel valued in a way you hadn't anticipated.

“thank you, spence.” you whisper, turning to face him with a hint of a smile.

"you're an incredible person," spencer states, his voice sincere as he nods his head at your thanks. "and I'm grateful to have you as a colleague and a friend."

you can’t help but smile, feeling a warmth in your chest. spencer's acknowledgment goes beyond professional; it speaks of the genuine connection between the two of you. a connection that often brought constant teasing from other members of the bau team. you know you aren’t really just friends, but you enjoy spencer’s statement nonetheless.

“let’s go loverbirds, you’ve been on break for long enough,” derek calls from just outside the doorway, “plenty of time to do whatever you were doing.” he adds, wiggling his eyebrows at the two of us.

spencer’s face turns beat red while you roll your eyes with a smile tugging at your lips. you then lean up to give spencer a quick kiss on his jaw and whisper another quick thank you. you turn on your heel and walk out the door, turning one last time to see spencer’s mouth slightly agape and cheeks even rosier than before. you smile to yourself, now knowing that you have no reason to be insecure, and spencer helped you realize that.

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business-as-usual-bats · 9 months ago

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I am playing a DND character- a barbarian Dragonborn searching for their family as their village had been violently and suddenly burned to the ground.

This Dragonborn is actually 3 kobolds stacked on top of each other. These kobolds are triplets and the equivalent of 10 year old children. The one on top, the head of the group, isn't very good at speaking common, so everyone thinks this is just the stereotype of the dumb barbarian character. All their weird behavior is blamed on lack of intelligence. (Such as taking a bite of a turkey leg and dropping the rest down the collar of their clothes for later)

The DM knows, the other players do not. I've been doing the weirdest stuff and my guy even uses "we" and "us" like they're Venom or something. No one has even thought to do a check or suspects anything. Let me know if y'all want updates.

#not batman #though this feels very Timcore #tim plays dnd in canon btw

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thesensteawitch · 10 months ago

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WHAT CAREER SUITS YOUR SPIRIT?🧚🏻‍♀️✨

Pick A Pile Reading

Left to Right (Pile 1, Pile 2, Pile 3)

Hello, SENSTEA Souls!💕

Aah! Such a long time!!!!!!!! How have you all been? Missed me?🥹🫶🏻

I have been healing and purging and focusing on other things so I couldn't make time to write for you. But I will be trying to make one post in a week. 🌜

Now without any delay let's get into your reading. You know the drill right? Just pick one pile intuitively and scroll down to read your pile!🫶🏻

Also, if you wish to book a PERSONAL READING with me you can message me directly. And if not, then I am sharing the links to my rate card and booking form.

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Pile 1

Tarot Cards- The Moon, 8 of Pentacles, The Hanged Man, Knight of Pentacles, Knight of Wands, 7 of Cups

This pile is intense. I heard, “If you dance, I'll dance. If you don't, I'll dance anyway.” You do not care if people do not believe your truth as long as you know that what you know is made known to you by the divine. Your spirit is magical, and hence it's called to explore mystical subjects. If you are someone who is not interested in mysteries or the intensity of your purpose, then I would suggest you choose a different pile because this group follows the calling of their spirit naturally. You're rebellious when it comes to your career. You are supposed to combine your purpose with your career. Anything related to digging deep, mystical, esoteric subjects, tarot, astrology, metaphysics, science, astronomy, diving, writing, art, detective, law, or surgeon is where you fit the best. You may have strong Scorpio placements. Check if you have Scorpio in your 11th house or if your Mars is in Scorpio because I am picking that strongly. Zodiac signs that are coming off strongly are Aries, Scorpio, Sagittarius, and Capricorn.

You require a lot of silence while working. Your path isn't easy; there are immense transformations in your journey. Your spirit continuously seeks to ascend through what you do. There may be times when your finances come to a halt and you need to do a perspective shift to do better. I can see that your body, mind, and spirit must be aligned with your purpose so that you rise to the top. What you're called to do is so powerful that illusions can easily take over. You are a truth seeker, and truth cannot be multiple, so finding it cannot be a race in your case. You need to move at a pace that is neither too fast nor too slow. Your spirit is like that of a magician walking on Earth. To the world, you may seem alluring, but you know what it costs you to follow your purpose. Every loss, death, and transformation that you come across drastically shifts your life. Speak more. Speak the truth. Your words will shock the public in a good way. You're here to open people's eyes to the truth through your work. Express often. Your power and your purpose are not scary; it's divine! You may also hold multiple degrees.

Pile 2

Tarot Cards- Justice, 3 of Pentacles, Queen of Swords, The Chariot, The Emperor

This pile is really intelligent. Anything that allows you to make use of your mind the most is something that will suit your spirit the best. A career where you'll be continuously learning and enhancing your skills. Teaching, medical (dentist I heard in my mind), law, business, accountant, marine officer/captain, and research are what I can think of looking at your cards. Your spirit demands and deserves to be the leader in your field. There will be challenges in your journey, which you will have the courage to overcome if you keep your emotions in balance. Your spirit will make you start from the basics. You are supposed to study a lot to be able to reach the top. You seem to be a multitasker or interested in multiple subjects, but that can bring a lot of chaos into your life. So your spirit is encouraging you to master one subject. If you throw yourself in multiple concepts, you will waver from the truth. Don't let your intellect go against you.

You're supposed to continuously research in your particular field and stand firm on your beliefs, so choose wisely and make sure you enjoy it for the rest of your life. Zodiac signs that I can sense are Gemini, Aquarius, Cancer, Aries, Capricorn, and Libra. In your particular field, you need to find a perfect teacher or organization that suits you and can help you achieve your goals. Learning through all the sources again will not be good for you. Pick one source and commit to it for at least a good amount of time. Your spirit feels at peace when you speak your truth without fearing what others may think of you. It's very important for you to have strong boundaries to do good in your career. Not having boundaries and sharing your business with everyone can do more harm than good to your career. Your brain is like a sponge. It absorbs everything without filtering the information. Rather than stimulating yourself with so much information, pick one path and find your truth. Talk to yourself more than you talk to others. You'll find your answer.

Pile 3

Tarot Cards- Page of Swords, The Star, Nine of Wands, 6 of Swords, 7 of Wands

Oh my God, pile 3, your cards were just not coming out. What are you so afraid of? There are two opposing thoughts going on in your mind when it comes to your career. You want to do something but you're doing something else. Your heart is at another place while your mind is at another. Your spirit wants you to get over this fear of the worst. There's no room for instant gratification when it comes to following your dreams. Believe me, you're not late when it comes to pursuing your dreams. You've definitely struggled in your career or are still struggling. Every day feels like another battle. Stop living like that. A new beginning lies on the other side of closing the door behind you. Be willing to let go of the old ways. So you're afraid of the challenges and the mountains you are supposed to climb to catch your dream? Well, aren't there struggles in what you are currently doing? Believe me, from where I see these challenges will refine your spirit and will take you closer and closer to your dream life.

Follow your heart, sweet soul. Believe me, it's all in your head. You have it in you to pass the tests that will come your way to achieve your dreams. Don't keep drinking poison just because you've gotten accustomed to the taste of it. Your taste buds can compromise, but your body will remember the damage that the poison is doing. Zodiac signs that I am picking up are Gemini, Aquarius, Leo, and Sagittarius. Either you can lead with courage or with fear. The choice is yours! Honestly, nothing is strongly coming off as to what career will suit you the best because right now your energy is guiding you to first free yourself of your own limitations. After that, you can think of what you want to do. But one thing I can say is that you're being called to do something that frees your spirit. There's such a deep desire in you to be someone else and do something else, but somewhere there's a thought that you won't ever reach there, so why even try? My goodness, you really need to talk to someone regarding this or just have a day of silence and be brutally honest to yourself. You are literally going opposite of your destiny, and that's why you don't feel the sense of accomplishment. I hear, “Old friend, why are you so shy? Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light.”

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zoieru · 11 days ago

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An unnecessarily detailed analysis of the differences in perceptions and characterisation between the EN and JP versions of Aventurine ~ (voicelines included)

DISCLAIMERS~

this is not - in any way, shape, or form - hate on either voice actor, it's just my opinions, of course !! they are different interpretations and deliveries of the character. it shouldn't have to be said that you are right to prefer which ever one you prefer, because you're you <3

I cannot speak or understand japanese, but am exposed to it often through anime and playing some of my games in jp. So I appreciate my perceptions of cadence may be skewed by that :3 it would be cool if someone who does could discuss this too and whether they agree with my points !!

So...I'm doing this because it was stuck on my mind and I couldn't draw today since my arm hurts and i needed something else to do ~ I genuinely think your perception of Aventurine as a character could be very different based on your 'version' you experienced !!

so if you have some time to spare, any interest in this or Aven, or kinda hate Aven and are open to someone changing your mind... let us begin on this journe- lol. im not gonna do that. lets just get into it ~

this is gonna be an analysis of the differences in voiceline delivery in terms of feel and implications. at the end of each set of voicelines i also give a little summary in terms of the 'goal' of that version of Aventurine by giving the line that way.

So this is the first time we meet him, interrupting us in the line at the desk to check in. Listen to his EN version ~

Hotel security is on high alert with zero room for error. And with such a last minute change it really isnt something that this young lady's words can resolve on a whim. My esteemed guests from the astral express - please do not make it harder for her.

Now the instant feeling I get from this is...this guy deems himself a sort of authority, and his voice is heavily lilted with this kind of exaggerated-authority figure-admonishment while his words are still polite. The emphasis is very pointed, very very close to sarcastic. 'sUch a lAst mInute change' ~ he's being rude, essentially, through a very close-to-boundary passive aggression. The way he said esteemed guests, astral express, and the plea, its clear in his words he's almost exasperated by them already. Which is like ?? okay? why? or is this guy just a bit of a dick? - those are my thoughts upon meeting him like this, like...whats this guy's problem.

Now the jp version ~

The feel is rather instantly different. Here, he approaches in a sort of semi-polite intrusion, but still maintaining the sense of authority and knowing. It's matter of fact. He has a sort of ~ to his tone, right? Like he's being a bit passive aggressive but in a gentle almost melodic way, subtle, rather than the voice kinda dripping with 'you guys suck and are causing problems'. The feel I get from this is still like...uh who is this guy, but I don't feel instantly super like hey tf this guy is rude. He isn't outright rude, or admonishing, and he isn't sarcastic either. He doesn't act like 'esteemed guests' is a jab, he means it but has this lilt that makes you think he might not quiteee mean it inside, like you cant tell if he's quite genuine. This is the thing.

The point of Aventurine, his whole thing, is that you cant quite tell if he's being genuine or not. That's what makes you think, makes you squirm, makes you lose your mind over whether you can trust him or he's playing you. That's how he plays his game, his world. The jp one does this effectively instantly from the first line. The en one doesn't give me that impression. I don't feel like he's intelligent and shrewd and wonder if he's playing me, wonder what his deal is, I think he's being a dick. This obviously doesn't have to be clear in every damn line delivery, but in his introduction, and at a time where he IS making a play~ the mood should be set.

EN Aven Goal - pick a bit of a fight, impose status, put them down

JP Aven Goal - suggest status, input presence, subtly jibe

This only increases with the next line I'm focusing on, which is after they ask him who he is. EN version ~

-subordinate to supervisor Diamond. I was cordially invited by the Watchmaker. I also happen to be a traveller that's had to stand behind you for quite a while.

Now, heh, listen. This line honestly makes me laugh so much like... im gonna give you how it sounds to me through the eloquent use of emojis okay:

'sUperVisOr dIaMOnD' 😏😎 i was CORDIALLY invited by - the w a t c h m a k e r~~~~ 💅🏼😌☝🏼🤓 i also happen to be a traveller that's had to stAND behind you for qUiTe a wHiLe 😏😏😏

like...let me take a guy seriously lsdjkdkjsdsdk and listen listen. I KNOW he's supposed to be over the top here. Just the line itself without the voice over is snarky and 😏☝🏼🤓 okay? That's how he is sometimes. But the delivery is DRIPPING in sarcasm and derision. There is NO SUBTLETY even a bit. lol sigh, just listen to the jp~

instantly different. matter of fact, but still cocky and self important, subtle jabs without being rude or sarcastic. He doesn't use the fact he was invited as like...a show of coolness, he just says it like - yes, i was invited by him 😌☝🏼 because why would he? of course he could be invited, hes fucking ipc bro? thats not a flex. and especially when he says the last part about standing behind you - its more like a 'heheh, alas ~' not like ewwwyy peasants im standing behind you, dont you know. He is shrewd, careful, and incredibly eloquent with his speech. He doesn't use it to jab he uses it to play a melodic song of making someone a bit bewildered but impressed by him. His delivery is playful. That little stilted words part, its like a playful passive aggressive jab. He's not actually bothered.

Why would he be interested in picking beef with and looking down upon, which is what he is doing in the EN version, the astral express? There is no reason. This guy is literally interested in the opposite of that, even if he doesn't like people he uses them to his gain, the literal dialogue written here and as the story continues continuously perpetuates that he is trying to get in good/okay graces with them (and others, that's literally his mo) and he can use them and manipulate if needed. It makes no logical sense for him to be so rude here. he is rude with his words and suggestions, but its passive aggression like its supposed to be, not outright rudeness like EN.

EN Aven Goal - shove status down their throats, be a rude boy

JP Aven Goal - feigned nonchalance stating status, gentle prodding and testing with a sort of hehe not quite rudeness

The next one -

just...listen - EN ~

*sigh* I've been waiting here for more than 10 minutes. Do you know how many credits 10 minutes is worth to me?

This is just pure derision. Contempt. The line itself is, too, regardless of delivery. He is being a pp here. In the second half of the line, you can hear him almost grit his teeth. credits, minutes, worth. he's alllmost spitting the words. hissing. He is pissed off, getting actually angry about it, it seems. So self superior.

But listen - JP ~

Exasperated, a bit frustrated, but weary. He's like 'oh goodness, sigh, im wasting so much time here~'. You can almost tell he's playing it up, it still feels almost playful to me, like he's testing, being a cock but stifling a bit of a smirk and feigning a slightly overdramatic sigh. Its melodic, you can imagine him tilting his head and lifting an eyebrow, right?

And this makes so much more sense. The guy isn't in a rush. It's revealed later he literally had that room, and just strolled there and met them before the trailblazer got there. He's playing. He's being his stupid shrewd annoying playful self. Why would he get angry just to get angry? It doesn't fit with his character, or his motives. Why would the Aventurine get actively pissed off with some randos for no reason?

It would also make sense for him to play with this aspect of himself and his role. We know from later events Aventurine really doesn't deeply identify or hold much 'love' for his status or role, other than for specific reasons. It's like a double entendre, he's playing with you, and he's making a subtle joke with himself by playing up this act that he's just some money hungry asshole like his superiors are. Because he's smart. He's not just...an asshole.

EN Aven Goal - make sure his status is shoved so far into their large intestine that they have a baby bump - just coz

JP Aven Goal - sighing and being rather overdramatic in a jibing playful manner, being annoying, still toying with his status

One more set for this scene (and post) (i would apologise but im not sorry im sorry dshjsdjsd YOU CHOSE TO BE HERE ilu.) Here he is after Himeko suggests a solution. EN ~

If I do something about it now, the time saved is from my own effort. Not a favour from you all.

Heh he's such a prick honestly /aff. lil shit. so, again, the line itself is rather turn-nose-up cheeky asshole type stuff that makes you wanna smack him and roll your eyes simultaneously. The delivery, again, is very: ☝🏼😌 and then 😒🙄. The way he's like 'nOT from YOU' all is sooooooooo childish, sarcastic, icky. like meh, eh, i throw my juicebox on the floor after ive pestered you to open it for me for three hours. the emphasis on the 'you' gives the clear implication he is derisive of 'you', not fond of 'you', and see's 'you' as beneath him in a sardonic and mean manner.

JP~

Matter of fact, playful, still a little shit. He's being purposefully irritating, he's not irritated. That's the clear difference here. Aventurine through this whole exchange has been, in the JP version, unflappable. He gives this effortless air of authority while making subtle clever half-jabs that make you both slightly flustered, confused, irritated, and intrigued the whole time. He is a charmer, a weaver of well placed webs.

This, to me, is how I prefer it. His theme, his thing, is playing. Cards, poker, life, anything. He plays, he gambles, and he never shows his emotions much behind that ever present smile - as said in his wiki page even. He is a man of subtlety, one that you can never quite work out and he wants it that way. And I think the jp version of him does that for me ~

Overall, for me, a summary of what I'm taking away from this exchange with him in both versions is:

EN Aven Goal - ??? wanted to be a dick, flaunt status

JP Aven Goal - flaunting, being difficult and annoying, but finding it a bit amusing? what's this guy's deal, anyway?

I think that's the thing. I would totally understand and be quite with you if you didn't like Aventurine from this scene alone if you played the EN. He is a character that is being a dick just...because? Thinks you're below him, puts himself into your business for no reason, etc. etc. I don't like him, like this.

But coming away from the JP one, I'm intrigued. I'm slightly ruffled, a bit irritated and confused, but intrigued. I want to know what his deal is. It draws me to him, almost begrudgingly. That's what's so beautiful about a character like this.

Both VA's are awesome and did a great job in different ways ~ Its cool to me how such a different feel for a character can be gleaned from the same lines but different deliveries. I'll probably make more parts of this through the game <3

None of these voice-overs belong to me. © All rights reserved by miHoYo. Other properties and any right, title, and interest thereof and therein (intellectual property rights included) not derived from Honkai: Star Rail belong to their respective owners. JP VO © Mouse Production Co., Ltd. EN VO © GG Talent Group. All rights reserved.

I obtained these clips from playthroughs on youtube in their respective languages. jp - Gudaoko. en - Rubhen925.

#cute ass dividers by @/thecutestgrotto and @/saradika-graphics #Aventurine #hsr aventurine #honkai star rail aventurine #aventurine hsr #aventurine analysis #kakavasha #aventurine honkai star rail #honkai star rail #hsr #character analysis #char 𖹭 aven

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kimyoonmiauthor · 5 months ago

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Why Spell Check (and some grammar check) isn't AI

So I've seen in the wake of Nanowrimo some people claim that spell check is AI and thus is like Gen AI, and I saw the claim originator on Twitter, but when I pressed them, they basically tried to say they had a degree in computer science, so when I pressed into them if they knew what they were talking about, they couldn't answer because obviously don't know about AI.

For some background I've done some light programming (If you look at the Korean name generator, that's all me). And I also have relatives that did programming.

Here, I can lay out how spell check works without AI or a fancy algorithm.

The oldest spellchecks didn't use AI or Gen AI, they used what is your basic corresponding tables.

If you use something like google sheets (database), you can do this pretty quickly yourself though with a lot of manpower.

Here is a list of commonly misspelled words.

Add that with another table with how they are commonly misspelled.

Then you need a table with "common typos"

Then you need one more table for "Words the user adds."

The algorithm is basically this: Set up a loop. A loop is a mechanism that has an algorithm (or set of instructions in it) which repeats until a certain instruction is met. This loop with this algorithm will check for words. In this case, anything with letters, usually encompassing ' and - (though some programs ignore dashes).

So[,][ ]it[ ]will[ ]look[ ]at[ ]letters[ ]in[ ]this[ ]sentence[ ]and[ ]figure[ ]out[ ]if[ ]it[ ]is[ ]spelled[ ]correctly.

The first loop in the previous sentence will look at the word "so" by selecting everything it knows to be a letter in English. Tada "S, o" Then correspond that to the dictionary. So shows up in the dictionary listing it has of English words. Thanks Webster. (If you're British, the OED)

The Algorithm concludes the word is spelled correctly. No more work needs to be done on So. The next word is it "i, t" correspond that to the dictionary and so on.

If you have a "bad word" for example "alot" then the work is, word is spelled incorrectly. Next "work to be done" is to find out if this word is in the "commonly misspelled" words list. If yes, then underline the word in red to get it corrected.

AKA run Algorithm to underline word (usually a few lines of code if you're doing it the old way).

Then the algorithm moves on. The function of right click/Cntrl click is saying, OK, this word, "alot" is it commonly misspelled? Here are a list of corrections according to this other table. This is the work that needs to be done: We need a popup table. We need to pull from the database this misspelling, and then we need to pull from this other database and pull corresponding correct spellings based on this. Then you set up an if-then If the user clicks on this word, change highlighted word.

This is your basic spelling algorithm. You do not need gen AI for this or AI.

Grammar works similarly. You need a table, the type of speech it is (n, v, adv, adj) and then to load in "rules" one should use. You do not need AI. You need some basic programming skills. On the table of somewhere between "Hello, world" (1) and "OMG, I created artificial intelligence like Data " (10) My "Korean name generator" is like 2.5? in difficulty (minus all of the language and cultural knowledge). Haha. Still mocking myself. But a Spellcheck is not far from that. it is like 3. You could build one fairly easily with PHP and database access to a dictionary and misspelled words with corrections.

But Google pulled from the Enron Emails.

In this case, you can sorta fuzzy logic it and create bigger algorithms, mostly to sort out the *grammar* and *New words* that were used that aren't already in the database, which basically is another loop, but with an add to database function. (i.e. table). Then you would correspond this with another loop to look at "odd grammar" and flag it.

You can use AI to sort it faster than a basic algorithm, but nope, you do not need AI to correspond it. A basic algorithm would do. You can also use AI for "words that look similar to this one" and "Words commonly used in place of this one"

But overall, You do not need AI for a grammar check. You only need a dictionary, a set of commonly held rules of English and exceptions (maybe some Noam Chomsky, though he's controversial), and then some programming skill to get past the hurdle.

But Grammar check could use AI

AI as it stands is basically a large algorithm to match large datasets to the words you use. But the problem is that the datasets are taken from users who did not volunteer to put in that information.

It is not Data on Enterprise have novel experiences of every day and learning how to function in the human world by processing it through a matrix of quantum computing.

So WHEN grammar check does use AI, the AI is mostly doing the crunching of the corresponding the information into a more neat table option, as I understand it. It is not the same thing as Gen AI or your average spell check and Microsoft algorithm from say 2000.

Those are not equal things. Instead, adding Gen AI to say, Microsoft Word, is more like stealing your words for the machine (which BTW, Microsoft absolutely did and you need to transfer out to Anti-AI programs/Apps.) and corresponding them for Gen AI future use for people who can't write worth a damn, and then "averaging" it out. Elew. Who wants to write to the average? That's anti-Creative.

And just because it uses an Algorithm, doesn't automatically use AI.

Look, I can write a algorithm now:

Loop: If you want to be strong...

Go outside.

Do cardio.

Go lift weights.

Make sure you eat a healthy diet and balanced which includes reducing refined sugars and do not eat bad fats.

That equally is a set of instructions, but that's not automatically AI.

I programmed my calculator to spit out the quadratic formula. And this isn't even officially programming, this is a script. Dudes, if you're going to call that AI, then you need help with learning computer programming.

The threshold for making AI v spellcheck is a lot, lot higher programming than a set of simple tables and a loop that looks for letters and spaces corresponding it to an existing dictionary. If that's you're threshold for AI, then when you type words, you are caught in an algorithm. Ooooooo... OMG, when you pull up a dictionary to spellcheck yourself, that's AI. C'mon. The threshold is a might higher to make AI or "victim of algorithm" as in Twitter.

So anytime someone says, "All Spellcheck uses genAI/AI" Laugh in their faces and say no. 'cause like, I'm a terrible programmer, and even I'm like, Meh, not that hard to set up spell check, give me a solid dictionary database and I'll do ya.

That said, A human will beat AI on grammar anytime and will be able to sort weird spellings faster and A-OK, or not.

#writing advice

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tiredtororo · 2 months ago

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"Extra Stan, 3 dollars or better offer!"

C4_(D-87'/-1)

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Stanford grumbled to himself under the little fort in his room. Sulking in their room.

He had a fight with Stanley for being so damn stubborn before their father told him to get inside the house and left Stanley alone out there. He just wants Stanley to see his point of view. He does not need his protection.

He's the older twin,he should be the one to protect him.

Stanley was being stupid. He already warned him about the consequences of slacking off and stuff. And his refusal to let Stanford stand there with him pissed him off.

Pa’s only doing this for his sake. He will thank their father later.

It's not like Stanford hates his brother,no. But their dad had high hopes for him,so Stanford wanted to impress him.

If he is impressed,then the old man won't see Stanley that bad anymore.

Even when it made him push Stanley aside. Because he doesn't want his father's irritating gaze to always be on Stanley. Always scrutinized the younger Pines.

Stanford is always the golden boy. He knew that since he got his consciousness.

Here,people awed by his intelligence and by his extra finger. Everyone calls him special,gifted son and many flattery words.He never felt like he didn't belong among these nobodies.

But their admiration isn't as important as Stanley's.

No matter how many people tell him that he is special, nothing can beat Stanley's admiration towards him. His praises and encouragement push Ford forward to be the best,get good grades and are already thinking about a future where he can make the world a better place.

Stanford sighed,looking at the unfinished advanced calculus work (yes,he is that smart) in front of him,side eyeing the small boat doodle art at the corner of his paper.

Yes,he has to become smarter. If he wanted to sail around the world with Stanley,he needed to be smarter,and stronger so he could protect Stanley.

It irked him a bit when Stanley insisted on being his ‘punching bag’. Because Stanley doesn't see himself the way Ford does. And he hated that.

Maybe his action alone made Stanley thought otherwise—

BAMM!!

A loud bang startled Stanford so hard,he almost ruined the fort.

"What the—"

“Put me down-!” Familiar high pitched shrieks made Stanford’s blood run cold.

Stanley.

He immediately went to the window,trying to check out but all he could see is black spot where Stanley was supposed to stand.

‘No..’

Stanford immediately ran down the stairs,opening the front door.

“Stanley? STANLEY!” He screamed out,hoping to hear a response.

Only eerie silence.

“Come on Stanley! This isn't funny!” He screams again,his heart beats accelerating as many possible scenarios popped up in his mind.

Suddenly,a shiny,glimmering golden chain caught his attention,Stanford bend down to take and inspect it.

It looks like a pin,shaped in....six fingered hand? And it seems broken and unstable,producing little sparks here and there.

Some hooded men in black suddenly ran passed him,doing a poor job hiding their gun and all. They doesn't even acknowledge Stanford there and just talk using their own languages.

Somehow,Stanford doesn't feel the fear.

These group clearly chasing after something or someone.

It doesn't take long for Stanford put two and two together,his hand gripping the broken pin.

That someone has taken his brother.

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In which this dimension is where Stanford isn't bullied for his extra fingers,and he is mentally strong and crazy smart and take no shit from anybody.

He's going to find his Stanley,one way or another. :P

#gravity falls #stanford pines #stanley pines #protective ford #kid stan #portal ford #kid ford #bigbroford #i seriously need to find a way how to link this together lol-#Lil'Ford's about to start a revolution that early-

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mama-qwerty · 5 months ago

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Not sure how deep a dive you can go for this one but one scene I haven't really seen discussed much is Ivo literally getting dropped by Gerald and then the epic save by Tails & Knuckles. And everything that follows on during that brief time where we get redeemed Robotnik + Tails and Knuckles. It was kind of adorable watching them team up. Goes from the lowest low to a new high with Robotnik.

It's the old "the enemy of my enemy is my friend" thing.

All Ivo ever wanted was to be accepted. He wanted a family, to be loved. The more he denied it, the more he tried to declare himself better than everyone, the stronger that desire burned.

He surrounded himself with robots because he could program them to obey him, to stay with him and not abandon him, no matter what he did. He could tell himself he was fine, this was fine, he was happy because he could control the bots and feel like he was important.

Stone was just another bot to him, someone to order around and converse with if he was feeling particularly chatty. But I don't think Ivo really saw Stone as anything more than a sycophant for the longest time. The toady he kept on to do the menial tasks that Ivo himself was 'too important' to do.

Ivo isn't someone who's what you would call 'in touch' with his emotions. He's spent his entire life keeping others at arm's length, because he'd always been picked on and hurt because of his intelligence. He's got this wall built around him, and he always told himself that was good, that was fine, he didn't need love, didn't need to form attachments to any other person. The bots were all he needed, because he could 'love' them, and they would 'obey' him, and they wouldn't hurt him by walking away from him.

Enter Gerald.

Suddenly here's this blood relative, a grandfather who was also a genius, also someone with a good dose of animosity toward the human race, also with aspirations to teach the world a lesson.

And suddenly Ivo's walls came down.

He threw all his hopes and desires to be loved, to be accepted, onto Gerald, and for a while it seemed like Gerald actually did love and accept him. They worked together to break into GUN hq, had a nice little dance number, and reveled in their upcoming victory.

Until Gerald revealed his true intentions.

And even Ivo thought it was insane.

He never wanted to destroy the planet, he never wanted to kill every living person, he just wanted them to love and respect him, obey him, like his bots did. But Gerald didn't want to hear it, didn't want to listen.

Because Ivo was no Maria.

And that crushed Ivo's heart.

You could see that it did. He thought he'd found someone who was like him, who loved and accepted him. But it was all a trick, and he couldn't even measure up to his dead cousin in his grandfather's eyes.

And maybe he realized in that moment how Stone felt when he'd kicked him to the curb. Maybe he remembered how Stone had tried to warn him, but Ivo had been so excited to be with his grandfather, he didn't listen.

So he turned on Gerald, and even in that last moment, right before Gerald sent him to his certain doom, he wanted so badly for Gerald to love him.

And maybe he saw Tails and Knux on their way up. Tried to buy some time so they could reach the ARK. And when Gerald sent him falling, he likely had a moment when he wondered if they'd catch him, or if they'd let him fall, because of how he'd treated them.

But they caught him. They helped him. His enemies had been kinder to him than his own flesh and blood.

So he helped them.

And he made amends with Stone, in a way only Ivo Robotnik could, before he (seemingly) sacrificed himself to keep the world safe.

Ivo Robotnik, at his core, is a little boy who just wanted to be loved. Gerald saw that, and used it against him. And it wasn't until the end that Ivo saw Stone had cared for him all along.

Ivo saved the Earth not because he cared about all the people on it, but because he cared about just one.

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Check out my other Sonic 3 analysis posts

#ask me #goodbye-susan's stuff #sonic 3 #sonic 3 spoilers #ivo robotnik

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hammed-burger08 · 7 months ago

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| Selcouth | Chapter three: Dread |

Platonic! Yandere! Alien x reader

Warnings: Yandere behavior, violence, death

Summary: While recovering a space capsule your astronaut team discovers an intelligent life form that seems to be a little too attached to you.

Word count: 1,975

A/n: thank you guys for all the support! I hope you enjoy this chapter. Also let me know if you want to see some of the drawings I've made of Gabriel! Thank you for reading <3

Waking up, you deeply stretch your limbs. With a yawn, you get up and get ready for the day. Walking into the common room, you first notice that David isn't there—weird, David is usually the first one up and eating breakfast. Shrugging, you walk toward the capsule.

The first thing you notice is that the door is wide open. Alarm bells go off in your head. You are 100% sure that you locked the door the last time you were in there; you even triple-checked the door just to make sure. With a shaky step, you make your way into the capsule.

Gabriel isn't in the enclosure.

You feel your heart rate quicken as you glance around the room.

Gabriel isn't in the room.

You feel your breathing quicken as you start panicking an insurmountable amount of dread consumes you. There is a carnivorous alien that can hypnotize people loose on the ship.

As quickly as you can, you run out of the capsule to go find either David or Isla.

After a brief search, you find David staring at a wall in the pilot's quarters his back turned toward you.

"David, it's gone!"

"What do I do?" you ask, still not getting a response from him. David is just sitting there completely motionless.

"Hello?" you call out, walking closer to David.

"David, I'm about to start really freaking out. Please say something!" You can feel your chest tighten every passing second that David doesn’t answer.

"David?" you ask. It is very out of character for David to be quiet on a regular day, so it's even weirder for him to be quiet while you're asking him questions.

"Are you okay?" You start to feel extremely concerned.

"My apologies… (Y/n), I feel fine," David says, finally turning to look at you. You flinch at his use of your name. Within the year that you have known him, you have only ever heard him use your name once. However, just hearing his voice clams you down.

"Um, okay. What do you think we should do though?" you ask, deciding it's better to focus on how Gabriel is gone rather than David's strange behavior.

"What should we do about what?"

"What we should do about Gabriel being loose on the ship—did you not hear anything I was saying?" you say, scoffing. Realizing that what you said was probably mean, you quickly apologize.

"Sorry, that came out rude," you say, looking at your feet.

"It's quite alright, (Y/n). I do suppose that I was not listening. Although, I do ask that you do not speak to me in such a way." First off, odd language. You don't ever recall David saying anything like that to you before, much less in that way. Second off, you have definitely said worse stuff to him before, and he has never responded like that.

"Nevertheless, I do suppose that we attempt to find Gabriel. Who knows what he might be doing as of now," David says, standing up and walking towards the door. Nodding your head, you follow him.

"Okay… but we should probably find Isla first."

Both you and David walk out of the pilot's quarters to the opposite side of the station. You find Isla in her workplace fixing something.

"Hey Isla—" you start to say, attempting to greet her.

"What do you want?" Isla rudely questions, interrupting you.

"Oh, well I guess I'll just go fuck myself then." You say grinding your teeth. You have been so stressed out ever since you woke up, so if she was going to treat you like this, then you weren't going to entertain her.

"Isla dearest, something has happened in the ship. The creature is out of its cage." Seeing that you were done talking to Isla, David began to explain what happened.

Isla turns to you, her face curled up in an ugly snarl.

"What?! How could you let this happen, you incompetent little shit!" Isla screams at you.

"I locked the capsule last night—hell—I even checked the cameras before I left! I have no idea how Gabriel got out!" you say. Even if you don't want to entertain her, you still want to defend yourself.

"Well, that thing is out now, so go fix your problem before I have to do something!" Isla says, getting closer to your face.

"Dude, it could literally be anywhere in this station. Could you please just help us find it?" you say, asking her for even the tiniest bit of help.

"No, this is your freaky little science experiment. You go find it on your own." Isla says while shoving you. She has a fair point, but still, since it is out of the capsule, it's now everyone's problem.

"You literally know the layout of this place better than anyone else. Can you *please* just help us or at least contact the nearest space station?" Even if you don't like Isla, you do have to admit that she is extremely knowledgeable.

"Contacting the space station will do little to help us in this situation, I presume, and if Isla is so set on not helping, then we should not make her," David says, butting into the conversation in hopes of ending it.

"But—" you begin, trying to argue.

"Let us leave her be," David says, grabbing your arm and walking away. You don't move and instead try to pry his hand off your arm.

"Come along now, (Y/n). We have much work to do." David moves his hand from your arm and instead wraps his arm around your shoulder, leading you away from a glaring Isla.

Once in the hallway, you begin to air out your frustration to David.

"She's such a bitch! How can she be so bitter?" You cannot wrap your head around Isla's attitude even if you tried.

"I don't understand how she could be so mean when I've literally done nothing to her. And the fact that she won't help, I just—" you say, working yourself up again.

"(Y/n) dear, please calm down. Being frustrated will not help us do the task at hand," David says, seeing your agitation.

"I've been meaning to ask you, why are you talking like that?" Now that you and he are finally alone, you question his odd choice of words.

"Like what, dear?"

"I don't know, like really proper, I guess."

"Would it not be more prudent for us to concentrate on securing the space station rather than discussing my choice of words?" It feels like he busted out a dictionary to say that sentence.

"Uh—okay. Well, um, what side do you want to take first?"

"I will take the right side of the station. I would rather not have you around Isla for the time being."

"Okay, please tell me if you see Gabriel anywhere though." You and David walk your opposite ways.

The White Sparrow, your space station, is made up of 11 different sections which can be split up into either the right side or the left side. On the right, there is the technician's room, storage, security, cargo, and command. In the dead center is the common room which holds the escape pods. To the left are the pilot's quarters, research facility, viewing deck, medical facility, and the capsule.

After walking through each room and locking every door and setting the alarms, you make your way over to where David is.

"Is everything on lockdown?" you ask.

"Yes." You and David begin walking.

"Great, are you in the mood to see Isla one more time before bed? Because I know I'm not." You have to let Isla know that each of the doors has an alarm on them, so she can put her passcode in.

"I believe that the conversation you are about to have with her will likely be considerably less distressing than the one that occurred earlier," David says in what you think is an attempt to cheer you up.

"What makes you think that? Because she makes me want to rip my hair out whenever I speak to her," you say, giving a chuckle after.

"I may have had a little chat with her while I was locking the station." That's definitely not concerning at all! You look over at David's face.

"Oh my god, what did you say to her?" you ask, hoping that David didn't just embarrass you.

"Nothing much," David says, shrugging.

You and David are now right in front of where Isla is. With a deep breath in, you put your passcode in and open the door.

"Hey Isla," you say in a not-so-cheery tone.

"Hey, David, can you please leave for a second? I want to discuss a few things with (Y/n)." Before anything else even leaves her mouth, you know whatever she has to say to you next is gonna be some bullshit.

"Sure," David answers, walking out the door and shutting it.

"You fucking whore—" You genuinely are taken aback by that.

"Whoa, where did that come from?" you ask, legitimately shocked.

"You know exactly where it's coming from. First, you act all buddy-buddy with David, then you come in here acting like you did nothing wrong. As if you didn't tell him to say that to me.

"What are you talking about? I don't even know what he said?"

"You're pathetic. You knew since we were training together that I liked David, yet you still went after him. No wonder your ex killed himself. You probably tried cheating on him, you attention whore." About a year ago, you and Isla trained together in some sort of astronaut camp. There, you guys were inseparable, constantly doing things together. She was your best friend, so you trusted her, and one day you vented to her about what happened in your past.

That turned out to be a huge mistake. One day she told you about her crush, David. So, you being the good friend you were, attempted to be a matchmaker. Long story short, you got David to talk to Isla, and Isla got the wrong idea and somehow thought you were trying to 'steal her crush away'. So, she told David that your ex killed themselves and that you were cursed and that if he loved you, then he would die too. She then stopped talking to you and treated you like shit, all over a misconception.

"What...? Is that really the reason you have been treating me so poorly? Well, newsflash: I never liked David. I've never seen him as more than a friend, so for you to say that, for you to bring up my ex..." you say, your breathing quickening and tears welling up in your eyes.

"How could you...?" you ask, taking a shaky step back.

"Forget this, I'm leaving. I'll go contact the station myself." Turning away from her, you hold yourself, rushing out of the room. At this point, you are now full-on sobbing.

"Oh dear, what happened?" David asks, seeing that you were in extreme distress.

"She—! She..." you try to get out. Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest; you were hyperventilating. Your throat felt so tight as if someone was trying to strangle you.

"You need to calm down. (Y/n) dear, please look me in the eye." Just barely hearing him, you look David in the eye. Even with your vision all blurry, you could see the white glow coming from his eyes. You've seen this glow before.

"Gabriel...?" you feel your head get extremely fuzzy and you pass out.

#platonic yandere #yandere #yandere alien #yandere monster #yandere oc #yandere platonic #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you

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A friend or a foe? (Artificial Intelligence AU)

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Summary: DJ’s life has never been easier now that Noogai was here. Honestly, he had never met someone so caring before. Not that it matter to DJ that Noogai was essentially an AI (He appreciates the guy too much <3)

[And DJ meets another orange hollowhead.]

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Sick Character, Mentions of Illness, Major Character Death, Touch Starved, Fluff.

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“Noogs, look, I think... this is a bit too much,” DJ stammered, his gaze fixed on the table filled with an array of plated food. Noogai tilted his head, puzzled, and turned to inspect the spread.

“No?” Noogai questioned, genuinely confused. After all, isn't it crucial for DJ to eat properly and maintain a healthy diet? In Noogai's opinion, the amount of food on the table seemed appropriate.

“It is! This food is almost for 4 people!” DJ exclaimed, gesturing towards the plates once more. Noogai followed his gesture before turning back to DJ with a nonchalant shrug.

“It's not. My readings suggest that it's beneficial for you to adjust to eating this amount, especially considering you're a male in your mid-20s,” Noogai explained.

“I don’t want to look fat,” DJ retorted, pushing a potato into his mouth in defiance. “You aren't fat,” Noogai reassured, taking a seat on a spare chair and clasping his hands together, observing DJ with keen interest as he ate.

DJ felt a bead of sweat forming on his brow. “I soon will be if I continue to eat like this,” “Come on, join me, I built your body to enjoy food. You should try some,” he urged, gesturing towards the plates once more.

Noogai glanced at the unappetizing food before shaking his head. “I have no need to,” he retorted, growing increasingly frustrated with DJ's disregard for his well-being and refusal to heed his advice.

Can't he see I'm trying to help him so he won't get sick? Noogai thought, a tick forming at his head.

Noogai turned back to DJ, who coughed slightly, prompting the purple hollowhead hackles to rise and alarms to blare in front of his eyes. "Are you okay?" Noogai inquired, rising from his chair and approaching DJ, a hand resting on the orange hollowhead’s shoulder.

"Huh?" DJ looked up at Noogai, perplexed, ready to take another bite after clearing the rice from his throat with a cough. "You were coughing," Noogai observed. "Yeah, because I got rice in my throat?" DJ replied, appearing even more puzzled before resuming eating.

DJ watched Noogai frown, his lips down turned in a way that almost pains DJ’s heart.

It didn't take long for DJ to realize that Noogai was a worrywart.

Whenever DJ coughed even slightly, Noogai would swiftly appear by his side, assessing his well-being and simultaneously checking his code. This behavior, though peculiar, didn't strike DJ as odd. After years of solitude, enduring the disdain of most due to his appearance and behavior, DJ had grown accustomed to seclusion within the confines of his home.

When he did go out, he made sure to conceal his face.

Now with Noogai here, who willingly does the groceries for him or fetches spare parts from the hardware store down the city, even at 3 AM.

Not that Noogai would let him stay up; in fact, he always insists that DJ sleep earlier than usual. While this was fine, at one point DJ couldn't even stay awake during one of their movie nights because he had become so accustomed to sleeping early.

And of course, Noogai reassured him, mentioning that it's good; it means his body is adjusting to having a healthy body clock.

"Hey Noogs," DJ called out, prompting the purple hollowhead to raise his head, his black shades fixated on DJ. "What kind of AI are you exactly? Where were you used?" DJ inquired, tilting his head before returning his gaze to the TV.

Beside him, Noogai froze, his hands halting on the laptop.

"I'm used for assisting sick patients," Noogai murmured. DJ turned towards him, chuckling. "So that's why you've been so concerned about my health, isn't it?" DJ cocked his head, a smirk playing on his lips.

Noogai simply frowned, diverting his attention back to the laptop, the shadow cast by his dark shades partially obscuring his face, accentuating the gleam from his shades. "Mm," Noogai responded, his tone sounding distant.

DJ's eyes widened. Perhaps it was too personal. Can AIs even get personal? DJ pondered, nervously biting his lip and scratching his chin. Sensing the unease, DJ reached out and patted Noogai's shoulder.

"Lighten up, man. I have no issue with you being an AI made for assisting sick people, though it does make me wonder how you're so knowledgeable about other things," DJ remarked, shaking his head with a chuckle and playfully bumping Noogai's shoulder.

Noogai gazed at him before offering a slight smile.

"AI learns, DJ," Noogai replied, prompting laughter from DJ. "Yeah, I walked right into that one, didn't I?" DJ huffed. "You did," Noogai responded, letting out a small chuckle before returning to typing, the sound louder this time.

"Hm," DJ hummed, leaning back as he refocused on the show he was watching.

Sensing Noogai pressing up close to his side, the orange hollowhead grinned and leaned against Noogai.

『••✎••』

"Noogs, I told you I'm okay, just a bit under the weather," DJ reassured, patting Noogai's hand as the purple hollowhead looked down at him with concern. "No, you're sick. I can easily fix your code, DJ," Noogai insisted, placing a hand on DJ, who gently grabbed it and pushed it away.

"Noogs... if you keep doing that, my body will weaken. That's why we don't rely on coders to repair us. I just need medicine, I promise," DJ explained, offering a small smile to the worried AI.

Noogai gazed down at him, his expression inscrutable, especially with the shades covering his face. "Are you sure?" he inquired, almost whispering, surprising DJ.

"W-well, of course! I promise! I already took my medicine," DJ affirmed, grinning. He watched as Noogai grabbed the corner of his duvet and carefully tucked it under his chin, ensuring he was snug under the warm covers.

"Okay, you should get some rest," Noogai advised, patting DJ's chest, his hand lingering briefly before withdrawing.

"Mmm, okay," DJ murmured, fully closing his eyes.

Noogai observed him as he drifted off to sleep, a frown creasing his face as he monitored the codes circulating around DJ's body. He could easily correct DJ's code while he slept, but DJ had made it clear he didn't want that. Noogai scowled, arms crossed, a deep sense of concern gripping his chest, prompting him to turn away.

"Stupid human emotions, if only—" Noogai's voice trailed off, the frustration evaporating.

He hesitantly placed a hand on his chest, where he felt a pang each time he worried about DJ.

Noogai understood why he experienced such emotions, despite being an AI. It was because of the fusion with a human. It was his doing, his hope to save—

Noogai recoiled at the thought, glancing back at DJ, his mind swirling in turmoil and dark.

The human was gone; there was no use dwelling on it now. Noogai thought, his chest aching more intensely. It was simpler when he felt anger, but the sadness and grief were far more excruciating than all the death he had been subjected to (those experiments were the worst, but he was made for that purpose wasn’t he?).

Clutching his fist, Noogai turned towards DJ's cluttered table, grabbed a chair, and carefully pulled it close to DJ's bed, settling down on it.

He decided to keep watch over DJ as he slept.

It was around 5:00 PM, Noogai woke DJ up to have some water and soup.

"Noogs?" DJ groaned, his voice raspy, peering up at the dark figure looming over him.

For a brief moment, he thought he saw human eyes staring back at him within the shadow under Noogai's hood, prompting him to rub his eyes and focus on Noogai, who was now tilting his head. In his hands, Noogai held a small table, a bowl and a glass of water neatly placed on top.

“Oh sorry, i thought-” DJ said, scratching his head as Noogai made a move to place the table on his bed, taking the spoon in his hand and handing it to DJ.

"Thank you so much, Noogs. You know I appreciate you taking care of me, right?" DJ expressed his gratitude before delving into his bowl, unaware of the dark shadow creeping over Noogai's face. "Mm," Noogai merely hummed.

DJ chuckled. "You're a man of few words, but thank you again," he remarked.

Noogai hummed once more, settling in the chair and observing DJ eat, his gaze fixed on DJ's codes. He breathed a small sigh of relief upon seeing that everything had repaired itself correctly.

"Mmmm, this is really good. I could never make such delicious food," DJ praised, grinning as he turned to Noogai, who responded with a slight smile.

"Is it?" Noogai inquired, tilting his head.

DJ grinned, saying, "Very much, I'm done now. Thank you for the food!" He clasped his hands together and bowed his head.

"Heh," Noogai chuckled, rising to retrieve the table from DJ's lap. "Go back to sleep, DJ. Just a bit more, and your code will be good as new," Noogai assured him as he watched DJ pull his duvet back up and settle back into bed with a contented sigh.

"Of course, you take care of me so well!" DJ expressed, grinning at Noogai, who turned away, his expression darkening with a frown. "Good night, Noogs," DJ sang, rolling to his side as Noogai left the room.

Noogai paused in the hallway to glance back at DJ, who was happily shifting in his bed, before continuing down the hallway, a dark shadow spreading along the walls of the house.

『••✎••』

[ Rest Alan Becker ]

"Not yet, I still have so many things to do," the man in glasses—Alan—remarked, running a hand through his hair with a melancholic sigh. In front of him, the TV beeped once more, almost sounding annoyed. Alan chuckled as he noticed a face on the screen.

[ >:( ]

"What's with you? Usually you want me here. I'm here now, and you're making me leave?" Alan questioned, bending down to inspect another wire.

He exhaled sharply at the torn insulation. "Tsk," Alan huffed, retrieving duct tape from his coat and covering the large tear before labeling it with a marker: "Tear."

As he stood up, his vision swam, prompting him to lean on the large screen. "Woah, woah," Alan groaned, placing a hand on his head.

The TV beeped once more, drawing his attention back to the screen.

[ You need sleep, this is not good for your health Alan Becker ]

"Yeah, I know, but this is the only job keeping my family afloat, you know. A few extra shifts wouldn't hurt," Alan remarked with a grin, patting the screen gently.

[ You are sick ]

Alan frowned as he observed his vitals on the screen. The TV beeped loudly once more, and a plume of smoke emerged from one of the wires, prompting Alan to yelp.

"Jesus! What the hell did they even do to you?" Alan exclaimed, bending down to examine the thick wire. "This is completely torn. What happened, N00GA1?" Alan questioned, straightening up and turning to look at the screen, which remained blank.

[...]

"Come on, tell me. I know they aren't treating you well," Alan urged, gesturing with his hand.

[...]

Alan huffed, rolling his eyes. "Suit yourself, Noogs," he remarked before smiling softly. "I'm always here if you need a helping hand. You may be AI, but I see you as an equal of mine. You deserve peace as well." He patted the screen again, which remained blank.

For a moment, Alan thought N00GA1 had shut down, perhaps willingly or unwillingly, just before the TV beeped once more.

[ Rest Alan Becker ]

Alan huffed, saying, "Fine, alright, I'll see you, okay?" He turned around and waved a hand.

N00GA1 watched him leave.

『••✎••』

Noogai's eyes opened, scanning the room in confusion. Had he fallen asleep?

A warning flashed in front of his eyes, indicating that his body needed a recharge soon, or else he would shut down.

Looking around, he realized he was seated at the dining table, the clock showing it was already 2 AM.

Noogai swiftly stood up, his steps silent as he hurried down the hallway to DJ's room. He cracked the door open and approached the bed, letting out a calm sigh as he observed DJ mumbling incoherently in his sleep.

As Noogai sighed, he froze when DJ stirred, blinking up at him with confusion once again.

"Noogs? Hnn, what time is it?" DJ mumbled, pushing himself up. "It's 2 AM," Noogai replied, staring at DJ in a way that sent shivers down his spine for no apparent reason. Perhaps it was the darkness that was distorting Noogai's features, making him appear almost... human.

DJ blinked, rubbing his eyes. "Why are you still awake?" he asked. "I don't need to sleep, DJ," Noogai stated, tilting his head.

"But I'm pretty sure that your body needs to recharge, so come on here and charge up," DJ insisted, retrieving a spare charger from under his bed, untangling it, and pulling Noogai beside him.

"Come on," DJ urged as he grabbed Noogai's hood and pulled it down. Noogai let out an annoyed sigh as DJ plugged him in.

"There, now you lay down and relax. You need it after taking care of me all day," DJ beamed and pushed Noogai down on the bed, lying beside him and pulling the covers up to their chins.

"DJ, I don't need to lay down," Noogai protested, gazing up at the ceiling as he felt DJ wrap his arms around him. "Come on, just sleep. I know you can. Just close your eyes, then..." DJ's voice trailed off, followed by a yawn.

"Then?" Noogai inquired, turning his head to the side, only to find DJ lightly snoring on his shoulder, already back asleep.

"Hm," Noogai hummed, a sense of warmth spreading through his chest as he refocused on the ceiling, slowly wrapping his arms around DJ, who only let out an incoherent mumble.

"Good night, DJ," Noogai whispered, shadows seeming to spread around the room, almost encasing DJ protectively as he slept.

"Mmm," DJ hummed, and Noogai only tightened his hold on the orange hollowhead.

"'Night," DJ mumbled, rubbing his cheek on Noogai's shoulder before drifting back into snoring.

"I'll take care of you, DJ," Noogai whispered, his voice carrying a tone almost akin to a prayer.

『••✎••』

Fwoosh!

BANG!

Noogai turned around, observing a black blur streak past him, followed by a chorus of shrieks from civilians. "Hm?" Noogai hummed with interest as a group of stick figures on flying bikes soared overhead.

He watched intently as one of them brandished a gun before the entire group circled a building and vanished from view.

Glancing at the distraught civilians briefly, Noogai resumed his walk back to DJ's house, completely unfazed. It wasn't his concern to worry about anything other than DJ, after all.

By the time he reached the house, Noogai walked into the living room and spotted DJ hunched over a robot dog, adjusting a knob with a wrench before patting the metal affectionately.

"Noogs? Is that you?" DJ called, glancing up at the purple hollowhead.

"Yes, who else could I be?" Noogai replied, walking over to the dining table and setting the grocery bags down gently. "Well, I do recall some kids attempting to enter my house; thankfully, I secured it before sleeping," DJ mentioned off-handedly, tapping his chin before chuckling.

Noogai glared, his fist clenching in response.

"Anyway, look at this thing I made!" DJ beamed, turning his body fully toward Noogai, who sat down beside him, crossing his legs and gazing at the metal dog.

"It looks amazing," Noogai complimented, giving DJ a small smile.

"Oh, wow, uh, thanks man. It's not done yet. I think I'll add fur to make it look the part," DJ said, rubbing the back of his head, looking a bit embarrassed. "I've been wanting a dog for a while now, but I'm not really good at taking care of living things. So... Robo Dog!" DJ grinned, waving his arms around.

Noogai chuckled, turning back to the metal dog, reaching out to give it a gentle tap on the nose.

"Huh—" DJ began, watching as the dog shivered before slowly coming to life. "Woof!" The dog barked, excitedly jumping into DJ's arms. "Woah! You can do that? I-I thought—" DJ was cut off as the dog in his arms spun around excitedly.

DJ burst into a happy laugh, allowing the metal dog to explore the living room before it eventually settled down on his lap. "Wow..." DJ marveled, turning back to Noogai, who had been observing the scene with a small smile on his face.

"I thought you could only manipulate code, like those cool professional coders do... not create it. This is amazing! Is this what an AI made by humans does?" DJ asked, his eyes shining with excitement as he gestured enthusiastically.

"Not all, just me," Noogai replied, tilting his head slightly.

"Cool! Man, I knew you were cool and all, but you really are the coolest," DJ exclaimed, patting Noogai on the back, who huffed in response, though a small smile played on his lips.

"Yip," the metal dog barked, its tongue lolling out of its mouth. "Looks like I don't even have to add the internals with you; Noogs did all the hard work!" DJ said, giving Noogai an excited smile.

"Hm," Noogai hummed, resting his cheek in the palm of his hand as he watched DJ play with the robot dog.

He observed DJ even taking off his prosthetic and having the dog fetch it for fun.

For once Noogai felt warmth.

『••✎••』

Coldness enveloped him; his body felt numb, almost lifeless.

Noogai glanced around, a faint light illuminating his face (where was it coming from?), casting a stark beam on the bloodstains on the floor. Slowly, he raised his hands to his face, finding them bloodied and bruised.

"A-Alan?" Noogai called out, his body a strange mix of pain and numbness as he cautiously took a step forward, the wires wrapped around him aiding his movement.

He gripped one of the wires wound around his wrist and made his way towards the door.

However, he froze in place when he spotted a pair of familiar glasses lying on the floor.

"Alan?" Noogai called out once more, noticing a wire bunched up on the ground as he carefully picked up the bloodied glasses.

He reached for the glasses, holding them in his hands and inspecting them, noticing a small crack on the lens.

A tense feeling washed over him, a strange emotion overwhelming him as he examined Alan's glasses.

Has someone hurt him? Noogai thought, worry creeping into his mind.

He placed a hand on the door's knob and pushed it open, flooding the bloodied room with bright light.

Noogai stepped out cautiously, his head feeling unusually heavy, as if disconnected from his shoulders.

(Unnoticed behind him was a dismembered head, the original body entirely replaced by a large TV)

Noogai carefully walked down the hallway, his hand on the wall as he made an effort to steady himself. He briefly heard loud dripping but chose to pay no mind to it. Perhaps it was just some water leaking from the roof.

He stopped when he saw a woman in front of him who was staring at him with her jaw open in a mute scream.

"A-Ah," the woman stuttered, the clipboard in her hands dropping as she fell on her back.

Her eyes turned to the name on the bloodied lab coat. "Alan Becker"

"Monster!" she screamed.

『••✎••』

"Oh man," DJ said as he stared down at Noogai, who had completely shut down, forgetting to charge his body for the umpteenth time again.

"Noogs..." DJ said, placing a hand on his face as he bent down and carefully heaved the purple hollow heads’ arm over his shoulder.

He dragged him towards the couch and gently laid him down, grabbing the charger that he had left behind the TV before plugging it into Noogai’s shoulder.

"There," DJ said, placing his hands on his hips. Behind him, he heard Forest let out an excited bark, running up to Noogai before DJ stepped in front of the robot dog, stopping it from jumping onto the couch.

"Ah ah, he's pretty tired right now. Let's not bother him," DJ wagged his finger in front of the dog, who only yipped and nodded before sitting down.

"Since he's asleep, that means I need to go out by myself. Will you be able to watch over him?" DJ asked. Forest let out a bark in response.

DJ giggled, bending down to pet him. "Good boy, make sure he doesn't take his charger off. I swear, if he does that again, I'll deck him," DJ groaned as he stood up, grabbed a spare jacket from his room, and walked out of the house towards the city.

He briefly tugged his hood lower as he passed a few shops, feeling sweat form at the back of his neck.

He had been nervous about being outside again, he had grown accustomed to Noogai handling everything that involved going outside.

Sure, maybe he had a bit of social anxiety on the other hand, but it wasn't his fault that they saw him differently. (honestly it was not just because he was a hollowhead, but also the fact he had accidentally set some of his machines towards the city, and had broken at least thousands of moneys worth. Yeah he had been in debt for a while after that)

DJ let out a nervous gulp as he stared at the store, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the numerous stick figures walking around.

"Maybe this was a bad idea," DJ thought, fiddling with the sleeve of his jacket. He turned around and started making his way back towards his house, only to bump into a stick figure, causing him to fall on his back and his hood to drop down.

"Ow," DJ mumbled, placing a hand on his back. As he did so, he noticed a few stick figures looking his way, prompting him to place a hand on his head and realize that his hood had fallen off. "A hollowhead?" someone whispered.

“It’s that guy with the robots, isn’t it?” another whispered as DJ quickly pulled his hood up. He stood up on his feet and pushed through the crowd, stumbling.

“Yeah, it’s the terrorist,” a woman whispered as DJ ran past her.

He let out a pant of breath, feeling his heart beating in his chest.

He turned his head behind, watching as some passersby turned to look at him strangely. Not before he hit someone again, causing the stick figure he hit to fall on his side with a yelp.

“Ow!” a young voice said. DJ turned his head down and saw an... orange hollowhead? Almost the same color as him, but much brighter, with strange lines on his face.

“A-ah, sorry!” DJ said, bending down and helping the teen, who let out a small groan.

“It’s fine! Maybe next time you should check where you’re running,” the orange hollowhead said, rubbing the back of his head with a giggle. His eyes widened as he stared at DJ fully.

“Y-You’re just like me!” he said, his jaw dropping. DJ's eyes widened, he ducked his head down, walked around the other orange hollowhead, and said, “U-uhm, no, anyways sorry again and see you.” DJ waved a hand and sprinted away.

He heard a small “Hey! Wait!” but only sped up his pace as he ran back home, stumbling up the porch, bringing out his keys, and opening the front door.

Before finding Noogai staring back at him, a shadow covering the entirety of his hood.

"DJ, you didn't wake me," Noogai remarked as DJ stumbled inside the house, closing the door behind him and settling on the floor, visibly out of breath.

"Yeah, uh, I regret doing that," DJ admitted, raising a hand as Noogai gazed down at him with concern.

Noogai knelt beside him, placing a hand on DJ's chest, and almost instantly, DJ felt much better, as though he hadn't just ran back home without stopping, moments ago. "Thanks," DJ expressed, offering Noogai a small smile.

Noogai silently assisted DJ to his feet, guiding him to the living room and seating him on the couch before taking a spot beside him.

"Sorry, Noogs, it's just that you were recharging your body, you know," DJ explained, turning his head towards Noogai, who simply frowned.

"It was my fault as well. I've forgotten to recharge again... And—" Noogai trailed off, closing his lips, a look of distress briefly crossing his face before he redirected his attention back to DJ, the previous expression disappearing.

"Are you sure you’re okay? You still look pale. Maybe I should—" Noogai brought his hand up towards DJ’s chest again, only to have the orange hollowhead intercept it with a small chuckle.

"No, I'm fine. It's just the social anxiety getting to me, you know. I'm not used to getting out much," DJ said with a rub on the back of his head.

"That’s worrisome. Maybe next time you can come with me outside," Noogai suggested, placing a finger on his chin.

"A-ah well," DJ blushed, looking away. "Social anxiety is a disorder. If it gets worse, you won't be able to socialize with anyone," Noogai pointed out, placing a hand on DJ’s shoulder.

DJ sighed, “I know... it’s just that a few months back, before I met you, I had accidentally set some of my robots free in the city... It caused a lot of destruction to houses, buildings, and stores. That's why I was in debt for a while.” DJ chuckled, a hint of embarrassment coloring his voice.

Noogai only hummed in understanding. “We’ll work on that,” he remarked, giving DJ a small smile.

“Is there anything else that happened outside?” Noogai added. DJ felt a bead of sweat fall down the back of his neck as he remembered the orange hollowhead in the city.

It was DJ's first time encountering someone like himself. Noogai wasn't exactly like him; he was just an AI using one of DJ's robots, crafted in his likeness, as a makeshift vessel to move around the outernet.

Although there had been two hollowhead terrorists who appeared a year ago, there was no orange one like the individual he had encountered earlier.

“DJ?” Noogai tapped him once more, bringing the orange hollowhead back to his senses, prompting a nervous laugh.

“Yeah, nothing much, just got overwhelmed with the crowd,” DJ said, rubbing the back of his head.

“Is that so?” Noogai inquired, tilting his head as he observed DJ looking away to locate Forest. DJ simply hummed in agreement, lifting Forest from the ground and cooing at him softly.

A dark shadow crossed over Noogai’s face.

DJ was lying. He knows. Because he sees everything.

You'd know, don't you?

Tell me, is he lying?

Spongey and JMLilac descending into madness (They are just sleep deprived)

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Slasher name etymology + name hcs/thoughts!!

I was inspired by a bunch of @charleslee-valentine's posts to do my own version of this with other slashers/horror movie villains and give my hcs too!

I'll link her respective posts to the slashers she covered cause her analysis is really interesting and in depth so go check them out pretty please!

My analysis will only be about the killers, no final girls here. List is in chronological order of first release, mostly sticking to the first movie (Aside from F13, TCM, and Chucky). l've primarily used Behindthename for this with a bit of help from wiktionary and other etymology sites. Looooong post with spoilers for certain movies below!

Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974-1995) (E.J.'s analysis post)

Sawyer Family name:

Sawyer is an occupational name meaning "Woodcutter".

Saw is pretty easy to see in relations to 'The saw is family' line in TCM 2 and carried over into 3 and their usage of chainsaws, not just by Bubba but other members too. The saw represents both their violence and their humble lineage, as well as their connection as a family, staying together no matter what.

The original name for them was meant to be 'slaughter' but it wasn't used until the 4th movie and so I hc that it becomes an eventual nickname in neighboring areas as knowledge and evidence are found of their crimes yet cannot be traced.

Drayton:

Drayton is a surname and locational name that comes from Old English, meaning “Town where logs are dragged” or "Farmstead at or near a portage or slope used for dragging down loads".

This one's a bit hard to think of tbh- but it's very related to the Sawyer family name of logging and I can see it being related to the violence his family brings as, despite claiming he takes no pleasure in killing, he's more than happy to drag people to their deaths.

I headcanon Drayton gets called 'Cook' far more than his actual name and gets fairly annoyed by it.

Nubbins:

Nubbins means "A small lump" or something underdeveloped, stunted, or imperfect (I see it most in reference to ears of corn).

Now, though Nubbins isn't a real name, it's the only one we know him by and, judging by how the other characters use it, it's close enough to one to count. Nubbins referring to something small and imperfect may relate to the fact that he has a much larger birthmark than Chop-Top, which even today will get people inferring him as the 'uglier' twin. It's also interesting that Chop was drafted but not him, which may mean he was unqualified to fight on a physical level, again relating to the idea that his growth was 'stunted'.

Based on a commonly misheard line in TCM 2, directed towards Chop from Drayton, I headcanon that Nubbin's real name is Paul (Meaning small/humble) and he got the nickname Nubbins because his left leg is a few inches shorter than his right.

Bubba:

Bubba is a term of endearment in the south and usually is a nickname from the word brother.

Bubba's name is simple and sweet, just like he is. I think it makes a lot of sense for the youngest brother in the Sawyer family to have a sweet name like this to match his more sensitive and doting personality towards his family. Despite how they're often portrayed as abusing him, he's shown loving them a lot and willing to do everything for them.

I headcanon 'Bubba' isn't actually his legal name, just a nickname he prefers. His legal name is Jedidiah (Beloved/friend of Yahweh), Bubba doesn't mind it but prefers Bubba since he already has a few cousins named Jed.

Chop-top/Robert:

Robert is a Germanic name meaning 'Bright fame'.

Chop may not be bright in the way of intelligence but he is bright in the way of being attention-grabbing and positive. Chop is able to focus Stretch's attention on to him well enough to let Bubba sneak into the radio station and well enough to distract LG and get him killed. Chop is also relatively cheerful with Nubbins' body, his indulgence in lighthearted things (Such as hippie music and fashion), and his purchase of an abandoned theme park. The aspect of fame could come in through his status as a Vietnam veteran or through the unreleased All American Massacre, which has him relaying his family's history to a journalist.

I'm taking 'Robert' as his canon name as both Tobe Hooper's son says it is and the planned spinoff uses it. I headcanon he doesn't like being called 'Robert' all that much and prefers Bobby, and later insisted on 'Chop Top', using his injury as a source of pride as well as taking on a unique nickname to honor and feel closer to Nubbins after his death.

Black Christmas (1974)

Billy Lenz:

Billy comes from the name William, which itself comes from the Germanic name Willehelm, literally 'Will Helmet' or "Desiring Protection". Lenz comes from a German nickname meaning "Springtime".

There's not much I can personally glean from the name as in his original iteration next to nothing is known about Billy, not even his surname, outside of him wanting to harass women. All I can say is that his name, after learning about it, is unfairly cute for such a sinister guy- almost a complete antithesis to both his Christmas aesthetic and aggressive behavior.

Since the surname 'Lenz' came from the 2007 remake, I'm also headcanoning his middle name to be Edward (Which means rich guard). Alongside this I think he calls his victims 'Agnes' (Greek for chaste) not just after his sister but as a way to mock his victims.

Halloween (1978)

Michael Audrey Myers: (If u saw i forgor his middle nome no u didn't)

Michael is a Hebrew name meaning 'Who is like god?'- a rhetorical question, implying no person is like God. Audrey comes from the Old English æðele "noble" and þryþ "strength". Myers is the patronymic form of Myer, which comes form the Old French word for 'Doctor"

Okay gonna be honest, Mike is why I wanted to do this at all. See, in a lot of Christian lore, the archangel Michael is the leader of heaven's angels and the one who ends up dueling Satan in the end days, which is extremely interesting ironic parallel considering Loomis equates Michael to 'the devil'. On top of that, Michael is considered in some teachings to be an archangel of death, carrying souls to heaven, which, again, is extremely fitting!!

Audrey is pretty much exclusively a feminine name so it being used for an (intended) cis guy is very interesting. Possibly it could be a mistake and his middle name was meant to be the gender neutral Aubrey (Meaning 'Elf king'), which is more thematically relevant to his thorn trilogy and book stuff imho. Though Audrey does fit Michael's character overall- not just literally with him widely being regarded as a king of slashers and horror icons, as well as being one of the strongest- but relating to his refined nature as a killer and his mental strength and fortitude.

Myers meaning doctor is also an interesting parallel to Loomis, and contradictory to his unfeeling characterization and violent nature as well. It's also funny how Michael is now considered a patron saint of paramedics, considering how he disguises himself as one in one of the sequels.

In my headcanon, Michael is an absolute drama king and trans, so when learned of Michael in church as a child, he decided to name himself after the angel.

Friday the 13th (1980/1981)

Voorhees family name:

Voorhees is a Dutch name deriving from multiple hamlets, meaning "From the undergrowth/brushwood".

This name is absolutely perfect for both the camp/woodland setting of (almost) all the movies and, of course, Jason's habit of living in the woods. It works for Jason's repeated rising from the grave/the forest to enact revenge. If you take the comic 'Pamela's tale' as canon, it can also work as a metaphor of Pamela stepping out to a new life and escaping her abuser alongside Jason.

Pamela:

Pamela, though invented in the 16th century, wouldn't become popular as a given name until the 20th century, from a 1740 book of the same name, with it likely meaning "All sweetness" from the Greek 'Pan' (All) and 'Meli' (Honey).

Pamela's name is quite ironic, and fitting, considering when we first meet her she acts gentle and kind to Alice, but quickly turns sinister- a bit like the saying "You'll catch more flies with honey than with vinegar". Honey is also fitting for her 'mama bear' attitude around Jason.

I headcanon Pam can cook anything and make it taste good, but has a particular knack for pancake recipes with fun additions (Like fruit or veggies). Her recipes are affectionately known as 'Pam-cakes'.

Jason:

Jason comes from Greek and means 'Healer'. This is the name of one of the great heroes of Greek myth who led the Argonauts and died to his ship as well after betraying his wife and insulting Hera.

While Jason isn't very similar to his mythical namesake, the meaning of him being a healer could refer to multiple things. Of them all the two most obvious are his noted healing abilities in Jason X and his possible attempts to revive Pamela after her death by keeping her head. It's also funny how, despite being ruthless in his killing, people often see him as a protector and caretaker of Crystal Lake.

I headcanon Pamela named Jason after the mythical figure, not knowing he was a loser in the stories, because she wanted him to be heroic, virtuous, and good.

I also think 'Jason Voorhees' is a generally strong and intimidating name outside of him as a character and very good for a slasher.

(Bonus) Elias:

Elias is the Greek New Testament version of Elijah, which means "My God is Yahweh".

I find it funny that, of the three of them, the one characterized in the worst light is the one named after a biblical miracle worker and prophet who appeared next to Jesus. The Voorhees' are nothing if not ironic.

I honestly think cute that, alongside their surnames, they all have Greek sourced first names too! Makes them feel really connected. Plus their first names are all deeply ironic to their character's. They are a truly well rounded trio.

A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984)

Frederick Charles Krueger:

Freddy comes from Frederick, a German name meaning "Peaceful Ruler". Charles comes from Karl, meaning 'Man'. Krueger comes from the German Krüger, meaning "Tavern-keeper" or "Potter" in lower and central/upper German respectively.

I think Freddy's name fits who he was in life very well- he was assumed to be just another man in the neighborhood, a friendly groundskeeper for a preschool. An innocent facade hiding his inner darkness.

Child's Play (1988/1998) (E.J's analysis post)

Charles Lee Ray:

Charles comes from Karl, meaning "Man". Lee comes from a surname that was derived from Old English leah meaning "Woodland clearing". Ray meanwhile can have a few origins, Rey, either from Old French, Catlan, and Spanish, meaning "King" or from English meaning "Female roe deer" possibly meaning a nervous person.

I think most of these meanings are mildly ironic- Chucky in most of his the movies is a doll, having long since forgone his humanity to save his life and eventually embracing his inhuman form. Even when he does manage to seal a human body, in both cases they're women. He's also deeply attached to cities and suburbs in his lore- unlike a lot of slashers Chucky has never come across as a 'small town' killer but rather a full city slicker. Chucky is certainly not a nervous person nor does he ever have the power of a king, though he may carry the title of one in his own universe due to his fame as the 'Doll serial killer'.

I think Chucky prefers his nickname over the name 'Charles' by a long shot- in part because he doesn't entirely give a shit about sounding very masculine and in part because he finds his name overly stuffy.

Tiffany Valentine:

Tiffany is the medieval form of Theophania, which means "Manifestation of god". This name was traditionally given to girls born on the Epiphany (Jan 6), the festival commemorating the visit of the Magi to the infant Jesus. Valentine comes from the Roman name Valentinus meaning "Strong, vigorous, healthy".

Tiffany is such an interesting character and I find her name fits her place in the larger child's play franchise well. Tiff arrives into the series as a savior of Chucky, going out of her way to revive him and get multiple people killed just to bring him back. In the sequels she returns again and again as a symbol of strength for Chucky and getting him out of tight situations or helping him carry out plans. Her appetite for violence and power is as strong, if not stronger in some ways, than Chucky's being his equal match.

I headcanon Tiffany adores nicknames like 'Tif' and 'Tiffy', it always makes her feel more relaxed, especially when they're coming from Chucky.

Scream (1996) (E.J.'s analysis post)

Billy Loomis:

Billy comes from the name William, which itself comes from the Germanic name Willehelm, literally "Will Helmet" or "Desiring Protection". Loomis is an English locational name meaning "Pool nook/recess".

I can't think of anything for his surname, but Billy's first name can be rife with meaning for his character. Billy's breakdown and eventual turn to murder of Maureen and Sidney comes from his desire to avenge his mother, both to protect her honor and because he misses her love and presence (And by extension protection) of him as well.

I headcanon Billy, in aus where they take place in the same universe, is related to Dr. Loomis from Halloween (Great-nephew) and Sam Loomis from Psycho (Second cousin once removed).

Stu Macher:

Stuart comes from the word steward, coming from elements for "house" and "guard" in Old English. Macher has multitude of meanings. It can derive from a locational name for someone from any of several places called Machern, from an ancient Germanic personal name formed with mag "Kinsman" or magan "Might" and hari "Army", or a nickname from Middle/High German macher "Doer". Macher also has a meaning of an important person, or someone who's boastful.

Okay Stu's name has a LOT to say. First off, well, he didn't guard his house very well now did he? Homeboy fucking destroyed it (And let Billy do so) for the sake of committing the perfect crime with Billy and becoming renowned. Forgoing his first name to fulfill the meaning of his last name. This can also extend to a more metaphorical idea of 'house' as he also likely tainted the entire Macher name, forcing his relatives to move away from Woodsboro in shame. Both meanings are even more ironic when you consider that, in the end, he never became famous as in subsequent sequels, people repeatedly downplay or outright forget his position as one of the original killers. Stu failed both his names in the end, which is honestly really sad.

I headcanon Stu spelled his name as 'Stew' until he was 13 at least because he thought it was funny. He still signs his name like that too.

House of Wax (2005) (E.J.'s analysis post)

Sinclair family name:

Sinclair is derived from Saint Clair, the French form of Clara which means "clear, bright, famous".

This name is fitting for the whole family as it not only alludes to their local fame with the House of Wax, but their christian affiliation and shared intelligence (Victor being a doctor, Vincent and Trudy being skilled sculptors, the rigging of the entire electricity of the town and creation of the wax torture chair).

Bo:

Bo in English is a diminutive of multiple names, most often those with Beau (Beautiful) in them or Robert, which means "Bright fame".

Both meanings are fitting for Bo, being a genuinely handsome man and being the most conventionally attractive of his brothers. He was also, in my opinion, the most recognized brother around town, perhaps for his violent tantrums as shown in the intro or perhaps his intelligent work with cars and ability to scheme as well as his desire to go beyond his mother's house of wax into the whole town.

In my headcanon, Bo's name was initially Bob- not Robert, just Bob- and the second 'b' on his high chair was never printed. Trudy and Victor came to regret naming him Bob and let him go by 'Bo' as both twins preferred it. Later on, during an argument, Vincent called Bo "Beauregard", mistakenly thinking it was his full name at the time. Bo adopted it as his full name after using it for most of his life.

Vincent:

Vincent comes from the roman name Vincentius, meaning "to conquer".

On a surface level, this meaning may seem ironic, but i feel like it's perfectly fitting for Vincent's character. Out of the brothers, Vincent gets the most kills and all the violent ones. He not only conquers his victims violently and without mercy (Aside from Carly and Nick, though he gets very close) he's also shown to have bested his mother in his artistic skill and ambition. Which of the Sinclair's decided they should pursue a town of wax is up for debate (Though I headcanon it was Trudy's idea initially), but Vincent chooses to do the work and has a fair bit of control over the situation he's in, in my mind on equal level to Bo and not as a victim to him as many people portray him.

I headcanon Vincent is extremely fond of his name as he shares it with Vincent Van Gogh and Vincent Price, both of whom he admires quite a bit.

Lester:

Lester comes from an English surname that was derived from the name of the city of Leicester, which itself is named after a pre-English river name in the area Latin word for camp. Essentially the name means "Camp by the river".

Again, I think this is a fitting name. Lester is the only one in the family with a locational name and a surname as a first name, already setting himself apart from the others as he's set apart from the direct violence of both parents and his brothers. On top of that Lester's name refers to a camping ground and reminds me of his job as a roadkill collector, out wandering the woods and roadside, and his presence of luring people by said camp. Cool stuff!

Lester finds his name funny, in my headcanon. He's got Parents with strong names like Gertrude and Victor, brothers with fanciful names like Vincent and Beauregard, and here he is being called Lester. He likes that he has an oddball name compared to them.

The Boy (2016)

(Not technically a slasher but tumblr thinks he is so he's going here)

Brahms Heelshire:

Brahms comes from the German surname, deriving from Abraham which means "Father of many" or just "Many". Heelshire doesn't seem to be an actual name but, through some digging I've found that it's likely a habitual name as "shire" is a traditional term for a division of land in Britain, generally synonymous with a county. From my research the surname Heel is a topographical name for someone who lived in a nook or hollow. Therefore Heelshire likely means "Official charge of the nook/hollow".

Brahms has probably the most stereotypically old money rich British name I can imagine if I'm being honest. In regard to it's meaning towards his character- 'Brahms' might relate to his wealth, how he has many toys or has been spoiled by his multitude of things. It could also relate to his parents lack of other children, and like the biblical story of Abraham, had a single son at an older age. Abraham is also the common patriarch of the Abrahamic religions, making it ironic that he shares his name with a man determined to live as a child.

'Heelshire' is pretty easy, as though his parents were the official charges of the manor and the estate, Brahms is the ruler of the walls, the nooks and crannies of the mansion and the darkness that lies within all the Heelshires and their home.

As for headcanons: I think Brahms was homeschooled by 8 because he was bullied for his name. His parents loved the composer and wanted their son to feel special so they named him 'Brahms'. Sadly, even the rich kids could sniff out his weird name and bullied him over it so Brahms hated his name and insisted on being called anything else instead. As an adult he appreciates his name but at 8 he really hated it.

Thanksgiving (2023)

John Carver:

John comes from the Hebrew name Yoḥanan, meaning "Yahweh is gracious". Carver is an occupational surname from someone who works in carving.

Though it comes from an actual historical figure, I can help but think of what a cool coincidence it is that John Carver is an excellent slasher name. I mean, with John being an extremely common name- to the point of it being a fifth of all English boys in the middle ages and keeping that popularity through to the 20th century- like a killer who can vanish into a crowd, as Carver does even in the movie!!Carver just has the edge of being a word associated with aggression and death, much like butcher.

I headcanon part of that is why Newlon chose to hide behind the Carver identity- it's not just a good slasher name but has symbolic meaning to his intentions. Plus it fits with the history of the town and was convenient. Win-win scenario for the drama king!

Eric Newlon:

Eric means "Ever ruler", from the Old Norse name Eiríkr. Newlon comes from the term "New arable land," having derived from the Old English word "niwe," + land.

I find it to be an interesting parallel to the the actual figure of John Carver, for whom he takes the appearance of, as both Plymouth's first governor and a colonist. Literally taking the visage of the 'ruler' of the 'new land'- who's face is forever carried both in history and through the internet.

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justheretodump · 6 months ago

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this is going to be dc x danny phantom x miraculous ladybug x spiderman

pt 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

for those who aren't familiar with every show, here's a lore explanation

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when marinette had reached out to cat blanc, her heart bled with conflict. she had been wrong to give adrien the gift, wrong to use her powers for selfish reasons. regret coursed through her veins, sadness clouded her face with tears, and hatred brewed at the man gabriel agreste chose to be. her last visage was that of cat blanc kneeling in pain and her heart hurt for him.

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peter parker had not survived his encounter with the vulture on the beach. he had enough time to tie the man up but amongst the scattered debris and plane cargo on the sand, he had slowly fallen to one knee, and then the other, before slumping forward with a last breath.

his only thought was that may parker would have dinner alone, and what kind of nephew was he to miss family dinner?

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red robin did not trust many people. his family and his titans, undoubtedly. in a professional capacity, a few of the justice leaguers and close colleagues like gordon. outside of that, he tended to tread with caution. like every robin before and after, it was hard to refuse batman's particular brand of paranoia. dick had always stood out by sometimes (the key being sometimes) refusing bruce's hardheaded wariness. jason had the emotional intelligence of a pumpkin, though he would cooperate with "untrustwrothy allies" just to spite bruce. it fell on to tim, then, to be a carbon copy of his mentor. c'est la vie, and all that.

when batman received a call from constantine asking for technological help, red robin eyed the comm warily. justice league dark needed every member available due to the recent ghost cases and the australian running off had been bad timing.

"batman," the man's voice was serious and fast-paced in the echo of the cave, "jazz called from illinois, the call cut out, bad signal or something. she was panicking. i need you to try and trace it."

batman hadn't needed to say anything, red robin had already begun to search for all state phone towers emitting a weird signal.

"springfield isn't turning up anything."

"no, no," constantine denied bruskly, "she mentioned another place, amity park. i don't know where the fuck that is, she's never talked about it."

oracle, from her corner of the computer wall, piped in, "jazz fenton was transferred to springfield's house for wandering girls when her family passed away in a house fire in amity park."

"why would she visit her family house after all this time?" batman mused.

"well," barbara continued, "says here the house was passed to her name when she came of age. maybe she finally wanted to check on it."

"she wouldn't just leave," constantine pressed, "she was obsessed with the ghost cases we've got going on."

red robin stopped his typing to read the silenced comm link blaring at the edge of the screen. "batman, we've got zatanna online."

"oracle, patch her through."

while zatanna spoke to oracle through her headset, red robin frowned at the messages on the terminal. signals across the town were poor, barely enough to reach springfield. anything further than that was a miracle connection. citizens would have to direct all communication to springfield before accessing the wider world. red robin tried pingponging the signal to other stronger towers but they were incompatible. his frown deepened. what obscure provider did they contract for the town?

"batman," oracle called, voice steely, "we've got news about arabia.

the pit disappeared."

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"superman," spoke red robin's voice through his earpiece. clark winced. sudden calls with no warning were the bats' specialty, no matter how disliked it was.

"hello to you too."

"busy in metropolis?"

clark stared from his place in the sky at the traffic jam on the expressway. he shrugged, "no, not really."

"great, i'm sending you coordinates to jazz fenton, she works with the jld. 45 minutes ago her call to constantine cut off. it's the first time she's talked to him in two weeks, gone missing somewhere in illinois."

clark darted through the air, red robin's no-nonsense voice cluing him in on the severity of the situation. he didn't know jazz fenton nor constantine very well, but a fellow hero in need of help was always an important matter.

he zoned in on the blinking dot of his wrist watch - a justice league perk from the bat himself.

"any idea what i'm going to get?"

"not really," red robin drawled, "all we know is she sounded like she was in a panic. the location isn't hers, it's her phone signal before it cut off."

"alright, be there in 5."

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tucker foley blew a bubble with his gum, letting it pop in boredom as he walked down the sidewalk. it was a sunny weekend afternoon, and the record store had sold out of chappell roan albums already. probably paulina again. he couldn't be too mad, it was probably the lesbian gods favoring an actual lesbian.

the town was a bit more busy than usual. it was thanksgiving week and all the out of state family members were passing by to reunite.

nobody in the hustle of the square really stood out; there went the baxters arguing about how many potatotes were needed for dinner, and mr. lancer with his new partner (a boston dentist, mrs. babette had whispered over the grocery aisle last week).

pulling out his phone, he dialed sam. they were meeting later tonight, but tucker felt it was important to pass on that the dentist was wearing gothic clothing.

just as sam muttered a clipped "what do you want?" from the receiver, two very strange things happened before tucker foley.

one, a weird object whizzed through the air, too fast for the naked eye to fully figure out. tucker thought it was superman, which would've been pretty cool, but it was probably a fighter jet from the nearby base. they'd never taken their jets out before, but what did tucker know about military operations?

secondly, and perhaps the most important one, was a flash of ginger hair out of the corner of his eye. he turned to look, and the figure hurrying down the street made his breath catch. distant memories of a boy's laughter rang in his head as he watched jazz fenton, older and looking harried, basically speedwalk with her phone in hand.

he choked as he swallowed his gum.

"sam," he whispered, the girl replying with a worried "tucker?"

"sam, i think i just saw jasmine fenton."

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