#one on the right was my pfp for several months.......

[q-uzi]

redraw (like 8 months later)

[kurophiliac]

Hello, It's Plato. I am making this post to provide additional context on the accusations for those who do not use Twitter. As you saw from @bezierballad 's apology, the screenshots were all faked. But there's more proof I wanted to add that they did not include. I'm sure many of you have already heard this on Twitter, so my apologies for the repetition. These are just the main points I want to get out.

Zex, the creator of the screenshots, has been caught in several lies.

According to the time stamps in the fake screenshots, it would have been impossible for the messages to have come from the server where they claimed the conversation took place. Charlie left in 2023, Zex joined in 2024, and the screenshots were all marked "today." They also can't be old screenshots because Zex and Charlie were not on the server at the same time.

When asked to provide message IDs, Zex said that they had already left the server (where they claimed to have obtained the screenshots from). However, as of right now, they are still on the server. They will be promptly removed once a moderator wakes up.

Charlie and I's nicknames from the screenshots are not nicknames or pfps we ever had in the server they supposedly came from. These nicknames were exclusive to a 7-person group chat. The only reason Zex knew of them was because of a screenshot I posted a month or two ago. It would have been much more believable if they had used our actual usernames.

(Edit) Something I forgot to add- when Zex was questioned about how they got onto the server, they said they pretended to be a proshipper and DMd me for the link to the server where they took the screenshots. However, I haven't been active in that server lately, and I never sent anyone any server links within the past 6 months.

How were the screenshots faked?

There are two likely scenarios. One being that they were generated by a bot. There are *many* services out there that will generate fake discord texts. OR they used an alt account or friend to "roleplay" Charlie and I thirsting over Charlie's non-existent 5yo cousin. Which is infinitely worse.

So, who really is Zex, and what was their motive?

The easiest explanation regarding motive is just that they wanted to make proshippers look bad. This is pretty typical anti behavior. Charlie and I could have been selected at "random" as we are two bigger sebaciel accounts. But there might actually be more to it.

Now, from this point forward, we are stepping outside the realm of fact and inside the realm of educated guesses. There exists a person who has serious grudges against me, Charlie, and Bezier. Only one person who we are aware of. This individual is a proshipper with a history of going undercover as an anti to stir up trouble and a history of faking screenshots to make antis look bad.

This person was also in the server where the original confession/accusation was made.

They had deleted their account prior to the confession. Zex is actually a new account that only joined the anti server (where the confession was made) yesterday. They basically came into the server just to make this accusation. Pretty suspicious. It's likely that Zex, in an attempt to ruin Charlie and I's reputation as revenge for us ruining theirs, created these screenshots. As seen in the posts by Bezier, Zex asked them to make a post because they didn't want to deal with the repercussions. Zex knows these screenshots are fake, and they also know that people will eventually figure it out. So, if their attempt to frame us didn't work, at least they'd be able to ruin Beziers reputation. Or perhaps even all three, if people were more divided and hadn't come to a consensus. Please keep in mind that there is no evidence that the individual with the grudge and history of faked screenshots and causing drama is actually Zex. However, it is seeming more and more likely.

Anyway. This has been a very tiring day. I am grateful to Bezier for taking down the OP and writing an apology. And as for Zex- I will likely be taking legal action against them.

[monstermonger]

Hey!!

I have recently been going through a rough patch with my art. I am not enjoying or liking how I do linework and shading, and in order to remedy that, I'm collecting works from artists I like that I can study/re-imagine.

Your linework and composition is stunning 😍 and I am currently working on a reinterpretation of one of your pieces. This is the most fun I've had with a piece in a while. Beautiful work !! 👏 👏👏

....Er, I've been away from social media for quite a while, and even before that, I was behind on messages... I'm so sorry for my late responses to asks. I wanna say I appreciate ppl taking the time to send them, really :") thanks for the patience LOL

I'll try to condense this - respond to multiple in a single post. So I don't take up too much space in people's feeds.

so first of all @laurikarauchscat I'm sorry to hear you're in a rough patch, and I think your method of overcoming it is on the right track. At least, it's definitely something I do and it really helps me xD Most notably with all the Caspar David Friedrich-inspired pieces. As long as you give credit to the artists you're reinterpreting from (and asking is polite too, if they're an alive artist :D so yes thank you for asking) it seems perfectly fine to me to do so. Good luck and hope it goes well, I'm interested to see c:

More asks under the cut!

@blurred-antics thank you so much for the words ;b; it's validating to hear, since they're definitely emotions I have in mind while drawing lately. I lost both my parents in the last 2 years, and I've dumped a lot of feelings of grief/longing into my pieces since then, including ones that might seem rather cheerful and perfectly peaceful at a glance. I'm happy others can feel the bit of conflict under the surface-- I don't necessarily mind if my art comes across straightforward, since when throwing art into the public it must be accepted that everyone will interpret it how they want, but it does feel nice to know that some people sense the extra bits. Thank you again!

@kinnersonne thank you very much!! Definitely my favorite subjects at the moment c: You're very sweet.

@marinaaniseed I'm starting to get to ... quite old ones, and I worry this was a time-sensitive question :"D I'm very sorry if I'm too late.

First of all, thank you for asking! I'm honored people like my art enough they'd want it tattooed, it's pretty mind-blowing to me. I've actually had several people ask to use my art for tattoos the last few months and I think overall, I'm pretty okay with it. if you'd like to express support for my art for using it, then you're welcome to buy a print from my shop. It's not required, but it's very appreciated <3 Hope whatever you end up going for (whether my art or not in the end) goes well ^^

@wandersoffdoodling Aw, thank you T.T I'm happy they resonate with you! It's kind of my dream to finish some zines and some bigger projects in this sketchbook/journal art style. So that's very motivating to hear. Thanks again c:

@eldathe once again I apologize for how late I am to respond to questions that were intended to be very quick exchanges lol. First of all, thank you! :") I'm sure this is no longer relevant for how old this ask is, but in case you/(or anyone reading this) would still want to use it as a blog pfp or anywhere, yes, feel free, as long as there's credit somewhere visible! Thank you for asking <3

@starrforge thank you kindly, yours is great too :")

@herebesherlocks Aww thank you so much :") I'm honored it evokes that feeling.

@the-halcyon-effect 100 years later: thank you that's a huge honor to hear :"))))

[the-fucking-cannibal]

🌸Quick PSA for cyber safety, online diffamation and identity theft🌸

Hello my darlings, it's been a while since last time i've had the opportunity to hop on here a share a direct message with all my followers and anyone who might need to hear this on the internet.

In these last couple of days I've remained dreadfully silent about a very delicate and serious topic that's been affecting me and many other friends on this app for months to no end. I've stayed silent out of respect and out of maturity, I tried to move on and keep a positive outlook on things to avoid drama as much as possible, however my irl family and friends at home eventually made me realize that any form of abuse and cyber bullying cannot go silent forever.

I'm a victim of stalking, and my stalker is still freely lurking online on all social media platforms to this day. I tried contacting my aggressor multiple times with kindness and respect, begging them to please stop with their tormenting messages and obsessive, unhealthy behavior. I offered help for their mental health many times, I tried to be as comprehensive and understanding as possible to offer help since this person is clearly struggling with a severe mental illness. However I understand that a problem as severe and compulsive as this one cannot simply be solved with compassion and kindness.

Today I've finally found the strength to speak up and seek help from expert and reliable resources. I've been in contact with the Tumblr support team this morning through email and they'll get in contact with me shortly to discuss which accounts are responsible for stalking and nonconsensual identity theft and diffamation; in the mean time I'd also like to thank my father who works in the cyber security team and all of his kind colleagues who offered to help me handle this case in private. I've decided to take legal action upon this injustice and defend myself, as i will no longer be taken advantage of anymore.

We're currently gathering all the information we need for a proper report to the authorities, I've saved up many proof files of all the harassment, endless stalking, diffamation and MANY messages I've been subject to in these past few months (and these last couple of days especially) and hopefully everything will go well, thankfully all the proof we need is still up and public online for everyone to see and witness.

The list of acts i've been subject to include: Posting a picture of my IRL face on this site without my consent (my discord pfp), screenshotting and reposting my art without my consent for harassment purposes (art theft), sending infinite, obsessive and compulsive messages with foul language for many hours, insulting me and calling me names, sharing private information about my friends and threatening me and my safety, creating multiple fake accounts on many social media platforms to stalk me and message me even after repeatedly blocking every single one of them, spreading serious criminal rumors about me and my friends (criminal diffamation).

I'd also like to leave a message to all the people who might be or have been victims of cyber stalking: there's always time to seek help, it's never too late to report to a trusted friend or an authority. I know it sounds scary and dangerous, but finding the courage to take legal action is the safest choice you could possibly make, for your safety and the one of your friends 🫂

I don't know if I'll ever keep this post up in the future, as I'm trying to keep this account only related to art and my merchandise business as much as possible; however I will keep in touch in case anything new about this case comes up, thank you so much for listening and dedicating me a minute of your time 🌸

One last message to my stalker because I know you're reading this right now: I tried being your friend, i tried helping you many times, I tried offering you comfort and making you seek the help you needed because I know you're not mentally stable and are in a very dark place right now....but sadly this cannot keep going forever, and I hope you understand that what you're currently doing is wrong and not healthy, for both of us and for all the people around us too. I'm sorry it had to go this way, deep down I've always seen you as a friend who I could eventually reason and make peace with but i now realize that some people simply cannot be saved. You tried many times to destroy me mentally and emotionally, tried to shatter my spirit and my happiness, steal my light and ruin my friendships. But you will not rob me of my freedom, my happiness nor my right to live and create whatever i want however i wand. You have no power over me.

Thank you.

[msnihilist]

Hiya! Can I ask 1, 6 and 19 for the violence ask game? (Also each time I see you on my dashboard I think your pfp is Mulan 😭)

Thank you and take care <3

For the choosing violence ask game.

1. The character everyone gets wrong.

I'm going to say the entire UAF trio for this one. SO MANY people only write them at the surface-level.

This was more of an issue in the older fandom days, but people would see the way Ben, Gwen, and Kevin act and then take everything they say or do at face-value. Like the old discourse around "Ben is a psychopath for wanting to kill Ultimate Kevin." I'm sure Ben does seem like a psychopath for having such a seemingly abrupt shift in his morals if you haven't been paying attention to literally any of the episodes beforehand!

Don't even get me STARTED on how people water-down Gwen. They really do think she's the most perfect, boring person on the planet.

6. Which ship fans are the most annoying?

Benlie, hands down. Benlie fans will legit throw down over one of the most mediocre relationships ever put to television. And they all think Julie is God's gift to the earth and Ben didn't treat her right. They will not be convinced otherwise. I've had conversations with brick walls that were more stimulating than trying to talk sense into a Benlie stan.

I actually have an old DM conversation from several years ago where someone read my one (1) Benlie oneshot and then left a glowing comment asking for me to write more... Only to come back MONTHS after and say that they felt "betrayed" that I wasn't a fan of Benlie anymore. They did not seem to understand the concept of multishipping, or that I don't owe them anything.

19. You're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

BenKai. I actually think this dynamic could be really interesting!

I would love to write a oneshot about their relationship coming at it from more of a blatantly abusive angle. Most people make BenKai softer when they write it, but I think the concept of Ben ending up in a loveless marriage and what might have gone on in his head to lead him to make that choice for himself would be a fascinating POV to write.

[watcheraurora]

@viriv I’m a lil socially awkward with new people but I wanted to send a little love and appreciation because you are amazing

And, for the record, I did not just freehand the pose. IbisPaint has poses in it for tracing and this would have taken me three hours or more just to get the pose right (and it still would have been all sorts of wrong) because I am a writer who doodles sometimes. Same with the background because I really could not be bothered. I just picked something with squares because Minecraft… yeah

Although I did color pick everything from your icon/pfp so it would look somewhat correct 😁 I did my best

And, to be extra special, a little extra compensation for me giving you brainrot in the form of a little snippet of a flashback from the untitled Ice Walls sequel:

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Tango braced his hands against the table and leaned heavily on them, closing his eyes. A headache was throbbing behind them and he felt wiped.

“Again,” Doc remarked, not looking up from the project he was working on. Some robot for automation that looked completely custom-made.

“What do you mean, ‘again’?” Tango demanded around haggard breathing. “I’ve been doing this for hours. My powers have limits, you know!” A slight sheen of frost crept away from his hands where they were on the table.

Doc finally looked up, his cybernetic red eye glowing. His face impassive. “Oh? Is that what you’re going to say when Lore has your former friends corner you? When you’re backed up against a wall after a long fight and feel like you have nothing left to give. You’re just going to tell them to give you a free pass to get away because your powers are exhausted and you can’t fight back?” Doc stood. “Do you even know what the full limits of your powers are? Have you tried to use them until nothing but a single snowflake comes from your hand? Or have you been a coward and stopped before you truly reached your limit? Have you dug deep into yourself and dredged up the full iceberg?”

“Stop it,” Tango muttered. “Rhetoricals get us nowhere.”

“These aren’t rhetorical, Tango.”

That caught his attention. Doc never called him Tango. It was always Deepfrost, even here. In the Perimeter. Where Tango had shed Deepfrost’s coat for months to get away from that life for a while.

“Have you plumbed into the depths of your powers completely?”

Tango remembered his darkness flickering out while Arctic Fox pinned him to the mat by the throat in training, almost five years ago. The ice dying off his hands. “Once,” he said. “I’d rather not do it again.”

Doc tsked. He flung his cybernetic, prosthetic arm.

The robot’s arm lashed, striking Tango across the chest and throwing him backward. He crashed into the wall and fell to the floor. “What the hell, Doc?” He picked himself back to his feet. “What was that for?”

“Again. And if you don’t want to do it on your own, maybe some outside stimulus will be enough for you to draw on what’s left of your power.”

Tango cocked one arm back and thrust it forward, sending a spray of frozen shards toward Doc.

Who lifted his cybernetic arm to block his face—an energy shield of red light springing into existence from it. He chuckled. “Not bad, as a last-ditch effort,” he remarked, his accent not quite as thick for a moment.

“I’ll show you last-ditch,” Tango spat. He held both arms out and hurled an icicle the size of a human at that energy shield.

The point shattered—but also broke the shield. The rest of the icicle barreled into Doc, sending him staggering back. Tango didn’t stop. His eyes ached as the sclera swam to black and a bubble of darkness exploded out of him with an echo of his heartbeat. Doc’s eye had thermal vision and could pierce the darkness, but Tango dropped to the ground around lab equipment and cooled himself off so that his body heat wouldn’t be seen.

Given his powers, he already ran several degrees colder than normal. His skin was always frigid to the touch. But he was still warm enough to register on a thermal view. He was still human. Just… a human with ice powers.

[diamond-dangeresque]

For the OC's Background game: 👑🌹🐾 for the OC who is on your mind right this moment!

I had Dragon Age on the brain, but seeing Charr pfp dragged my dumbass back into Guild Wars Lalaland, soooooooooo

surprise! it's not my Revenant!

👑 ~ "Person who raised your OC and/or was important during their formative years": While his mother Natalie raised him for the bulk of his life, the most important figure in his life was his father Arthur. He vanishes from Erik's life when the boy's about four or five years old, basically just leaving the family one night with no explanation and no context that Erik is cognizant of. Arthur was a proud man with a kind heart and lots of love for his only son, though Erik doesn't remember too much else about him. Where Natalie tried to harden her son's heart, Arthur remains as the lingering memory and lesson that being soft is not weakness.

There's an old, ratty devourer plush Erik takes meticulous care of through his exemplary Tailor training. It was once the grand prize of a trick archery game stand from a carnival that passed through Queensdale. His father won it for little Erik, and it's one of the last physical things of his father he still has.

🌹 ~ "First relationship": Of course, Erik is attached to the hip of one Braham Eirsson. They had met in the early months after Zhaitan's demise, but their relationship didn't officially take off until at some point when the Commander reaches Elona, and specifically after the events that lead to the God of War's demise. Some rumormongers peddle the idea that it started earlier, such as after Braham's last sighting in Bitterfrost Frontier, but rumors are all it is.

For those within the Pact, and especially from the Pact's early days, the Commander and the first Marshal had a closeness that couldn't quite be called "friendship", but calling it a "relationship" was also something of an exaggeration. It started with bonding over Orr and its history and sharing what each knew, and soon the talks grew longer into the night, less about Orr, and eventually behind closed doors altogether.

Only two people know the truth, and one of them's dead in a dragon corpse.

🐾 ~ "Pets": Despite his father's Ranger proficiencies, Erik only ever had one pet: a small white rabbit named Nemmy who was originally used to lure a salamander drake and ended up surviving its job by virtue of said drake never needing to be lured (itself a long story). He keeps and raises it for several years, and it lives a good long life as a spoiled white rabbit.

And then it dies. Of natural causes, of course. The rabbit wanted for nothing and, again, was well-cared for. Nemmy went to sleep one day and simply didn't wake up. A good death by pet standards.

There's a whole other story about young boy Erik awakening his necromantic magic by accidentally "resurrecting" Nemmy and creating his first Bone Minion, but that's also not for this post. Nemmy is still around in the Haptem manor, a large and old Bone Minion with a pretty pink ribbon around its thin, sinewy neck.

[rumeysawrites]

Hi!!! I noticed your pfp is of a character of yours and I'm curious to find out more!! What's Rosena like? What wip is she from?

Hello!

Thank you! I appreciate this question a lot!

Rosena, her full name being "Rosena Lilium Freze", or "Rose" for short, is the main character of my current main WIP: Search For The Legendaries (book 1 of the Interdimensional series I'm planning & working on).

At the start of the series, she's a 13 year old girl finishing off middle school and preparing for highschool, and at the end of the 11 and a half year the series runs for, she ends up in her 25th birthday.

For the start of the story, Rosena has three main problems: the challenges and people she has to deal with due to her disability (I made her half-blind like myself, sekf expression!), the friends she had closer leaving one by one, and her power she discovered a few months prior to the story's start. Her problems increase even more when her (and her best friend she's barely holding contact with due to distance) are tangled up in the whole "legend", "crystals", "dimensions", "spirits", and "organizations" thingies.

First book has a little bit more of slow-paced arc for Rosena as she tries to understand and decide if accepting BSA's invite to train her powers is a good idea. She wants to have a chanue in her life but is also nervoys and anxious about all the fantastical elements being not so unreal, as well as possibly travelling to a different dimension and being imvolved with a legend. She also realizes she is then also going to be leaving herold life and remaining friends behind. So the first book focuses on this dilrmma, combined newly appearing teenage feelings of identity, and possibility her actions putting lives in danger. She does have her parents, siblings, and her best friend Tom supporting her, however she herself will have to figure out the right decision for herself, by herself.

Which brings me to the emotional mess trying to seem put togather by a ductape, that is her personality.

She's a kindhearted, caring, and compassionate person, but unlike most of the other Legendary Carriers, she isn't necessarily idealistic or self-sacrificing. She, to tell the truth, is still trying to figure out who she truly wants to be and wants to be herself without worrying about being judged or seen as "different" or "special". With heavy "". She basically wants to be accepyed as who she is and live like "normal". And since she's currently living through the opposite of thenl life she dreams of (especially outside the five people mentioned before), she is very much unhappy with her life. Obviously she doesn't know what she really need to feel that fulfillment, yet.

Besides this, she's slso very emotionally driven and although she tries to be logical, her emotions can throw all logic out of wack. She's incredibly loyal to her loved ones and values them greatly. She can (at the start at least), let other people influence her thought process so easily (example, when she talks to Kent, she's convinced about the legend being a goal of BSA, and possibly being real, but after talking to Tom, she also agrees with him, trying to convince herself too that legends are not real). She has a caring and protective side, as well as a brave and persevering side that she comes to discovers in time. She isn't aware of this side of her at the beginning, as she's too busy overthinking anything ans everything in her life and often crying about things she has no control over but feels like she does and could've done better.

If I had to describe Rosena more simply, I'd say she's a strong girl with lots of flaws she'll have to overcom, with lots of emotions worn on her sleeve, while some others being bottled up under her timid and quietappearance.

And finally, her powers! So, there are several "ability" types in the Interdimensional series, and most people do have more then one type. Rosena's main power is temprature manipulation, with her Trick (inner energy based magic) elements being ice, fire, water, and lide (life spells are basically defense, support, and healing spells). Her temprature manipulation can work both ways too, but works best in creating a colder environment / freezing. She isn't a physical fighter, like at all (Kent even describes her to be unfit for combat). But she makes up for it by being one of the better spellcasters in the series, especially ibcreased by the fact that she has the Legendary Crystal of Life, which lets her access to more life Trick than most anyone else. She later tries to also learn Essence (one of the outside sourced magic systems), and while she can channel it quite fine, she doesn't have nearly enough practice to master it. Thus she only tries to use it when situation gets real dire. Finally, there are "specislities" for everyone (so far every human at least), which are non-magical, natural talents each person has. For Rosena, it's her senses, her senses besides sight at least. Her senses aren't magically heightened or anything, but she has more sensitive senses thanks to using three of them instead of her sight. For example, her senses of hearing and smell can be more helpful for her sense of direction, rather than her sight.

Also I'm glad you noticed the picture is of an original character. This picture is drawn by one of my good friends who's also both my critique partner and one of the character designers (going by the names Frosty or Kat on Quotev, don't know or think she has Tumblr). Shout-out and huge thank you to her! This design of hers applies moreso to book 2 onwards, sfter she's fully involved with Yugenri and BSA, as I'm planning to ask for a pre-fantasy design for book 1 Rosena.

Thank you again for the question and I hope the rambling was alright.😊

[fainthedcherry]

TIIIIME for another new post!! YAY!!! This is a new character of mine, Noodlebeard The Dreaded! I got into Deep Rock Galactic, due to a person IRL, who was obsessed with the game, just like I became so!

This is a coloured in doodle (don't rlly wanna call it shaded, as it was a lazy 2 hr job unlike my actual shading taking me days), it shall be a commission example for this year's revamp of the sheet I'm working on, between some other projects! I've gotten a new paint-skin in the game, so Noodlebeard's gear is purple now but..I STILL am also attached to his Santa-look. 🤣 But yeah, I might follow up my DRG posts with another commission example, but that one's ACTUALLY shaded in like 4 hrs instead LOL, WE GETTING FASTER BOIS.

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I was surprised, at the super warm welcome in the official game's server, as the player who got me into the game, was super competitive, toxic, and didn't let me have fun. (We made up lately but agreed to not play the game together anymore as our play styles are vastly different)

The game has so much charm, man. I got it at a discount and thanks to my friend Hart, for commissioning me to get it (ALSO post inbound, that one's also from like..June/July of this year), but this game should've deserved my full money ngl. I plan to buy all the cosmetic DLCs, once I'm financially stable in a good bit. The devs deserve my money. For creating this amazing comfort-game of mine, and the positive and supporting community it created.

The moment I posted my sketch of him in the server, by request of the strangers I was playing with (the drawing was also my Discord pfp at the time btw), I got HELLA recognition some damn how. The thing is- I'm used to my art getting overlapped and drowned. Every time I was in a discord server with an art section, I was usually ignored and basically spat at, if not for one person who'd usually actually pay attention to me and my art, and made my whole day with being so kind to do so. ANYWAY. TANGENTS. GOD. So I've drawn my dwarf (version with my beloved little femboy dwarf peaking out on the right) and added, that I was working on renewing commissions, and- I had an AVALANCHE of interest. Which was WHACK?? Because like I said- I wasn't used to recognition. I'd usually be ignored in communities. So this was really surprising. I cannot thank the community enough, for making June/July a month, where I actually was a happy person for a bit. Like genuinely happy, out of the depression-hole I was dealing with at the time happy, happy I was alive happy. That indescribable happy.

I can't WAIT to draw his family, his teammates and develop the lore in my own universe, to connect to the lore of the game!! He might just be my favourite fandom character now, beside Pierrce,, (might post about Monster High too, don't you worry, the few people who actually wanna see my art LOL)

SO YEAH. HAVE A GOOD EVENING TO THOSE IN MY TIMEZONE AND ENJOY ARTE. I scheduled another post for tomorrow, so you're getting the luxury of 2 posts in a week! Or was it 3? BUT ANYWAY YOU'RE GETTING MY ART!!! I'm starting to get comfy on Tumblr so,, I can't wait to share my art in time in the future, instead of holding off for months due to my mental health! <3, Promise I'll also post eventually on InkBlot again, as mentioned, having several social medias is really hard for someone like me!!

Btw get ready to see him more often, as I loved drawing him LMFAO.

ROCK AND STONE MINERS!

[spacedykez]

37 for the ask game in your pinned? i like your pfp btw very fun

Send me a number 1-100 and I’ll write a short drabble based on the corresponding song in my 2023 playlist!

37 | All Eyes On You - Smash Into Pieces | oc:Loki

Breathe easy, take your aim, boy Ain't nobody gonna save you, so whatcha gonna do?

you're on teyn-c, a damp, swampy planet filled with huge plant structures, when the Captain (not Conner, never Conner, you're not allowed to call him that. only his friends are, and you're not his friend, you tried) announces that he has something to say.

"my valued crew, I have spent several weeks reviewing the data from our mission on machu-6, and I've located our failure point!"

"That's excellent news, conner!" one of the guys pipes up. that one left bruises on you that lasted for weeks last time you went near him.

"you see, it was loki! that thing's presence disrupted our team and led to us failing to capture the specimens we needed!" the Captain turns to face you, his eyes boring into your soul. you feel small.

they're all staring at you.

"captain, i-"

your feet fall from under you as you're pulled off your feet by your tail. they hold you up like a fish on a line, and the captain slaps your face. it would sting, if he hadn't done the same thing every day for four months.

"no. you don't talk to me. only Scientists talk to me, and you'll never be a Scientist."

it's not far to the nearest town here. what if you just ran away?

you suck in a breath.

"i'm more of a scientist than you'll ever be, captain," you spit his words at him. the men holding you throw you against the ground, hard. your face feels wet. you don't know if it's mud or blood. you don't think it matters.

pain shoots through your body as his boot connects with your stomach

"you want to dress like an animal, you get treated like one," he sneers.

your fingers find their way into your jacket pocket. he doesn't notice. he doesn't care. he's not even looking at you. he grunts in disgust.

"i'm never-" finishing his sentence, is what he's never doing. because you shoot him.

your fingers feel warm against the pistol in your hands. you designed it yourself, specialty.

the men stare at you. you fire again.

chad, brett, ryan, rob lie dead in the mud. its turning a deep red with their blood.

you stare at samuel, the man who spoke before. the one who left bruises all down your arms and legs. conner's right hand man.

"listen, loki-"

you have one bullet left.

the remaining men are watching you with new fear, maybe even respect in your eyes. it wont stop you from blasting them into shrapnel for everything they did to you.

click.

your finger hits the trigger.

a blossom of blood erupts from samuel's forehead, and he crumples.

you leave no survivors.

[lulu-nightbon]

OKAY OKAY SO

im not posting this on the Baleful Melody tumblr because its so bad lmfao BUT it is the pfp

i just wanted to draw a pic of Húlíjīng Xiānzhī (Lulilial/Lulu, the self-insert) with Macaque, Wukong, and Nezha! dont mind the pic in the upper right of the image, its a meme for a different thing

for colors (aside from shirt + shorts) on Lulu, this is the original ref (drawn by a friend who im not able to contact rn due to irl issues with my stuff)

this is post season 3 (the fic follows the original plotline fairly closely), after some spoilery things occur (ill put it at the bottom of the post). these four are thesquad™ in-universe, mainly because Lulu may or may not have. almost killed them. and almost died for them. multiple times. there's other reasons of course but if you don't want spoilers i shall not

if you want to see the meme in the upper right corner (the digitalized version my lovely friend over on twitter did, as it's MUCH cleaner), lmk, this is just a doodle page for my sona and there is one more image, but i can share that one too (basic gist- i saw a sad cat meme and decided to draw them super caked up on a thursday afternoon)

please do not mind the state my sketchbook is in, and thanks for looking at this!

okay

are the non-spoiler people gone?

they are?

okay

here we go!

Lulu was originally named Cháng Zhǐ (Zhouei), and she was just a human girl. sometime post-season 3, haven't decided the EXACT circumstances of this yet (whether they're training, battling, etc), but a spark of the samadhi fire escapes Mei and sets her on fire, burning her alive (for those noticing the pronoun difference- part of her struggle in the story is figuring out she's NOT cis, and also her closeted lesbianism, but that second one is a bit more obvious). the last thing she heard was sirens as no trace was left of her... supposedly. she reincarnated into a demon family (before you get on my ass about time continuity- nezha, in his original legend, was gestated for like 42 months a normal pregnancy is 9, came out as a ball of flesh, and then popped out of said ball at like... age 12. princess iron fan didn't want red son to grow past like 8 in his original mythology he's quite obviously older in lmk, im just trying to prove a point here, and wukong was literally born full-grown from a rock. fast aging isn't unbelievable for a demon), who named them Húlíjīng Xiānzhī. they found the group, and became a large antagonist for that portion of the story due to being mad with revenge, but they also have severe amnesia. however, their soul is still there, and wukong can see them crying out when using his golden eyes of truth on Húlíjīng Xiānzhī. eventually, they do restore their memory and at some point after that is when that image would've taken place. they first met macaque (as mk had to relay the message that wukong said she couldn't watch them train when she was still Cháng Zhǐ), who gave her a place to stay when she was Cháng Zhǐ (she does start out homeless, and was an orphaned child), then wukong either a little before or when going to try to rescue Wukong from Spider Queen (who then smashed the side of her head into the ground while she was simping, severely injuring her. macaque shadowed her away to flower fruit mountain, where he knew they'd both be safe while he took care of her again), and lastly Nezha during the Lady Bone Demon incident (she willingly became a host for lbd, as she wanted to trade herself for macaque, and just ended up upsetting the latter while being used). i will HAPPILY spoil more if you ask, im really excited about this fic!!!!!!!!! ^^

[teamhaeyoon]

[TRANS] 240622 — HAEYOON youmeOn Updates

All time is in KST unless otherwise stated

4:02 PM

Hi

Thank you for coming often to youmeOn to play with me💗

But still, it's so nice that youmeOn is a place I can talk about a lot of things and then I can also read stories from Lullets🤩 It's raining here too! I didn't even know it was raining so I planned to go to a cafe to read a book today~

I did but!!!!! it's raining

But I braved the rain and still came

4:06 PM

Messyyyy hair

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Wavy hair that cries on a rainy day...

4:07 PM

I brought 3 books

One book is about the purpose of life One is about NFTs And one is about economics

4:08 PM

ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ So... many, right?

I like to read several books alternately

If one is hard to read, I read another one

Like that?!

4:09 PM

I also do transcribing!!!!!

I don't do it that much these days but there was a time I was very into transcribing ㅎㅎㅎ so I could easily used up a whole notebook..

But for transcribing, I think you should only do that for the books that you really, really want to read again but are too long to read in full again, so you need a summary!!

Only transcribe the books you want to keep only for yourself ㅎㅎ

If you try to keep all the good books for yourself, there won't be any room for all of them...

But!!!! since reading is really a habit, if you read just 1 page before sleeping, you can easily finish 2-3 books a month! That is why I keep books next to my bed

4:12 PM

When I'm busy, there are times when I can't even read!!

Usually, when I'm not promoting, I read about 4-6 books but when we are promoting, about 2-3 books?! I also like poetry collections, it gives me healing...

But I usually read books that seem helpful at the moment but I should read some novels too

Check check✅

Novels are good tooooo

4:15 PM

Any book recommendations these days?!!!!! My all-time favorite books⭐ If you worry a lot = How to stop worrying and start living If you're struggling with relationships = How to win friends and influence people I also want to recommend a novel but its been a while

I used to enjoy The Red Address Book?

I enjoyed it and want to read it again

Ah also!!! Seriously though!!!!!! There's a book that I want to know but I can't find it because I don't know the title 🥹

Oh~~~~ I love book recommendations. I'll be checking it out next time

4:17 PM

The song I'm listening to right now is

Love Letter - Anthony Lazaro, Sarah kang

4:19 PM

Ha my hair is wavier in real time

Euah!

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The snack I'm eating right now

You know, heating it up for 30 seconds in the microwave, right?

ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ What is this

4:20 PM

+ 📸 (sent a photo)

Next vlog spoiler

I'll spoil it in advance for youmeOn friends

She's cute, right?!

I'll upload it soon.... 🔥

The vlog this time, Natto comes out a lot

I think it's almost 5:5..?

4:22 PM

Hamster is a must of course

⭐⭐ Hamster appearance notice⭐⭐

(The hamster is me...)

+ 📸 (sent a photo)

I want to set this as my profile photo but the problem is

+ 📸 (sent a photo)

There is this one too

But the real problem is

+ 📸 (sent a photo)

There is this one too..

ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

You want me to set it as my profile pic?

ㅋㅋㅋㅋ But there's Lullets too who doesn't like hamsters...

+ 📸 (sent a photo)

This one's cute

Phew

It's hard 🥲🥹😗😗😗

ㅋㅋㅋㅋ But wouldn't it be shocking for people who will be seeing my youmeOn link and then my pfp is a hamster?

Okay, until this weekend, special hamster appearance ⭐⭐

Here we go

Drum roll clap

ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

I changed my cover photo too and the message😗

4:31 PM

Don't get me wrong. I am not raising a hamster. I am the hamster (It is my nickname)

⭐

I am raising a cat

+ 📸 (sent a photo)

The story behind this photo

Jiwon (and her mom and aunt) bought Natto's cat tower as a housewarming gift

But Natto didn't even look at it or climb it, so we were both upset

Finally ⭐ after a month, she recently climbed up

Hooray Natto⭐

Natto is very shy so it takes her quite a while...😂

Isn't she cute?

4:34 PM

+ 📸 (sent a photo)

She's cute too

ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Sorry^^

4:35 PM

Ackㅋㅋㅋ everyone changed their profile into a hamster, whyㅜis it so funnyㅜㅠㅠ

Hamster heaven

That's right... I can see all your profile photos

🏃‍♀️

ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅎㅎ It's fun

4:36 PM

I'm gonna go read a book now for real

ㅎㅎㅎ Byebye💗 Have a good weekend

Bye!!!

[castle-dominion]

7x5 meme is murder

the snappamatic episode liveblog

Ok so I have p much no time. I have a full time job now instead of part time plus school assignments to do. I'm just going thru the transcript while I have a free half hour instead of yk... doing my Menu Demographic assignment.

update: it's still several days later & I'm only now getting the chance to watch it, on my day off. Heck the only reason I'm able to watch it is bc even tho I had to go to two different schools today & my uncle usually comes over, mum & lil bro are gone & my uncle is not coming over so I can watch this in the evening. I... have less than two hours before I need to be asleep.

Music <3 I see nobody here. Lots of mirrors. Pretty gal. Love how we're getting only one side of the phone call. why is the number already blocked? it's her! She dead!

When I watch this I'm going to join in on the vocal warmups I swear (I did lol) my mom's shiny forehead Martha <3 I love her bouncing BTS stuff I love, hey do you remember-- no that was s8 when someone was filming the dead body in the theater place. Mo! (who even is mo?) (you know I named a character Miyawatam who goes sby the nickname mo) walks away from mom with "oh my god" face wait I need captions on lol & since I've pre-liveblogged this, I can watch while doing my mustard seeds!

Misleading. Ha on the downloa-d. Remember the bloopers? NF has to catch books over & over.

Good for castle! Minor blow to my ego! Ok becks but PLAYING yourself is different from BEING yourself. Ah the coffee clink! RC: It’s time I let technology wrap me in its warm, lucrative embrace. Me: Bro if it's warm ur battery is overheating transcript doesn't say how tall the building is (love castle & the unis)

SHE is a maintenance worker, good for her. nvm misread the transcript, maintenance FOUND her Esposito kinda pretty. Heehee so creepy. Julian & LT in the background <3 Ryan also pretty ig but meh RC: Well, so much for the warm embrace of technology. Why si it always a burner phone? I mean they are homicide detectvies so of course it is there... I just remembered how the killer got in. Anyway the dets get burner phones with more regularity than normal ppl. Did she get killed after hanging up on him & getting the text?

Ryan's eyes in this lighting Club Doom Small time celebrity sort of like how castle is a famous author but not easily recognizable. Wow 500k is a lot. My youtube only has 320 & mu tumblrs have way less. (btw carlos is kinda pretty) Oh maintenance celebrity was a comedian! Makes sense! not stalkers but u need followers

HOLD ON I KNOW AN EDWARD HAN IRL. he is NOT an acupuncturist, at least he wasn't in jr high... RC: And who better than an acupuncturist to kill with accurate punctures? Perhaps with a giant needle. JE, who is rly pretty: I don’t get it. Posting dumbass photos all over the place? How does she have a fan base? How did this become a career? Me: so right bestie *liveblogging on tumblr* RC: Welcome to the sharing economy. JE: More like oversharing. Me: & it's worse when they share info abt random people on the street or prank them. At least Just For Laughs gags points out the cameras in the end & asks permission. KB: Really? And you’re opposed to all photos of oversharing women? *eyes emoji* JE: o-o JE: That’s … different. (funny but not clipping) (ryan said that making eye contact to beckett & everyone but also that deep eye contact with esposito)

Yeah she messed up Han's business I'm mad at her Ooh info: Abby said someone had been following her for the last month. But I didn’t track her down until a week ago. So the stalker couldn’t have been me. I don't have proof, that's your job

What's up with the lighting btw? KB: “The brightest stars burn quickest.” Me: we spark & fade they die by threes ooh wood varnish Pulls up a chair for someone (castle ig) The guy filming-- no that was castle's book. Mixing in my mind with the one in the future. lol Netslayer??? totally would have a better pfp imo

Like the cheese that the guy posted online that happened to have his finger that had his fingerprint that got him arrested

Heck yeah privacy! Oren Wilder: Look, no one is more upset about this than we are. KB: I bet Abby Smith was. Yay 10minmail Snappamatic stays a thing in future episodes, being associated with murder is not going to ruin it. Like those tiktokers who found a body in a suitcase. Metadata my beloathed What if the netslayer had his idea for snappamatic stolen by these two? Why would netslayer not scrub the metadata? JE: We already did. It’s a one man shop owned by one Bill Garrett. It turns out he used to be a cop until he had a nervous breakdown. And get this – he worked in the cyber division.

Ew guns. no vests tho.

Lol screw you & your fellow officer bs. You are to be treated just like any other human being. Even when u delete them they can be recovered, yes he knows that he was in cyber. He can't have killed her bc he wouldn't mess up like that. Bill Garrett doesn't go near the web unless he has to? mr cyber division? Also brings up a question. When did the police need to make a cyber division? (& then why does he have wifi at his shop?) BG: And I quit cyber because a frat boy date raped a girl, posted the photos online, and then got away with it, so I flipped out and I put him in the hospital. Me: so valid bestie

Ooh it's them! they're being stalked! Taunted! Serial killers taunting cops are always fun in media. So why... why did the netslayer show off instead of letting them arrest him & he'd get away with it? Oh wait I remember. He wants attention. I lovebeckett's face at the body parts

RC: Human Sausages... (makes sense for a serial killer)... in november...... (not so much) Except that mr cyber might be able to change his security system to say he has an alibi their NEXT murder or a murder they've done which u haven't found yet? Speaking of which, did he post the pics before or after the body was found? Huh, nov 12 is World Pneumonia Day. KR, annoyed: Yes castle we're also looking into that

I don't like the animations. I'd expect Tory to do more alt-tab back & forth between the cropped photo & the normal photo. In fact, let her do it several times & maybe one of the dets says "stop i'mma get nauseous" Food blogs my beloathed

Ooh german cuisine Hey 47 followers in a week is good!!

Maybe these are personal, not for the web-celeb. Go back to your first suspicion.

KR: But Leek’s pretty low on the Snappamatic totem pole. He only has about two thousand followers. Heck, my blog has more than that. First of all, "heck" is a good word, second, Let Me See Ryan's Blog! Like how bbc made john watson's blog! RC: U have a blog? KR: Yeah, yeah. The Ryan Report. It’s the musings of a homicide detective? The ryan report <3. Ok so the transcript says becks knows what he's talking abt but does she? does she read it? does she just know about it? I'm glad castle isn't reading it tho bc he'd make so many comments & corrections. (& watching it I see becks also looks surprised when ryan says his blog has over 2k followers) (Actually watching it I see becks makes hand gestures as if she knows abt the blog, meaning she knew abt it but not that it was over 2k followers or she was faking.) KR: Well … that’s going to be difficult. He’s at an art opening in Seattle. He doesn’t live in New York. Ok & one more thing abt the ryan report: is being a homicide detective his only personality trait? (I mean in early seasons he started reading castle books & then ofc he's also a parent, & it's revealed he took piano lessons & he'd open a winery if he won the lottery, but still, his blog is about homicide?) Castle shaking his hands when he figures it out, adhd moments

RC: Expiration date on spoiled milk. Plus grilled bratwurst equals … spoiled brats. (they don’t really follow) That’s the message. That’s what the images mean, leading us to … (off their lost looks) Seriously? Anyone here besides me a consumer of vapid online magazines? ESPOSITO, RYAN, and BECKETT all chorus “no”. CASTLE deflates. (but the way they say it is so... chill & small, I love them. not worth clipping tho. btw I love how far forward beckett's head is when listening & then she brings it back to normal good posture when she shakes her head. But maybe I should clip. But maybe I shouldn't.) Ok but weren't there 3 photos? Yeah body parts I DID IN FACT NOTICE THAT THE ARTICLE'S PHOTO WAS THE COLLAGE

Ok I should put this on hold *after eating second breakfast* Maybe I can just liveblog a little more...

Becks maybe she doesn't know abt the netslayer yet, it's been less than a day. Could have said "we have reason to believe that you are the target of an upcoming homicide" So she knows abt the netslayer obv, but abby had up to half the followers you did, which is a lot. (also, ryan's blog has 2k followers!?!? that is plenty!) she's awful. doesn't deserve to die but wow. Yeah it's hard when you go from mademoiselle to madam or miss to maam or senorita to senora. (but esposito's eyes when she said that lol) Bye bye! *man's dead*

hhh pushzoom So when did the netslayer kill cam if the cops were right there?

I always thought it was weird how they just have a tv up in the corner but they used it for the baby lottery & they don't just idk. tv is weird. she can pause it? remember the dead pool? the guy was a car thief? Or ambidextrous

Ok so the timing of it is an issue. It looks like they are still chill, but this was before they got on the scene.

First name

Hug <3 This is so early 2010s or whenever this show came out. Love anonymity. The cops just bought a 3d printer? I'd expect the guy to maybe use one at the library. Ryan looks so sweet. I love him look at that. Ok but u need to have it the right size. & orientation. The key is twisted to the wrong size. But ryan is sooo smart look at him! look at what he did! (also that key is possibly a 1284x) Castle uses the word outstanding now! (the killer didn't snap a pic, the vic posted a pic) mr rich castle man XD (beckett's voice this ep sounds like she grew up with a british or other european accent & is working to not have that accent but it is not rly working.)

Yeah u don't drive ur can in new york, it's for getting out of the city.

JE: So I’ve been running the people that rented Abby’s apartment. KB: Why would anyone let complete strangers stay in their place? TE: Extra money. KB & JE: TE: (sheepishly) After this I don’t think I’ll be doing it anymore. (yeah she's an underpaid "lowly tech worker" I don't think even a real cop. I have a friend who does work like that, or at least did, idk what happened after june 2020) So this guy has been planning this since Abby rented out her apartment. Carlos said she USED to rent out her place, now she doesn't.

Bill garrett, welcome back! Is it a fake beard or did he grow up & grow a beard?

Myspace XD Except I have a question, would he, if he's been this traumatized, not be super aware of where all the cameras are now? ig not Computer geek? My man has computer friends then.

how does he get paid then? Oh wait online stuff. that's how he paid for the 3d print job. JE: Hey, get this. I ran down Tim Witherspoon, Lane’s bully. Turns out, he’s dead. Unsolved homicide. He was stabbed in his apartment ten months ago. !!! RC: That’s right after Lane’s mother died. Maybe that’s what triggered him. He might still have the key, like when james gillies went to his childhood home & kidnapped someone

wow guns

her phone is in the velcro on her jacket?

Oren and Kent Wilder from Snappamatic, oh no. (they got kidnapped WHILE working with tthe police!?) This is hilarious, I read a fanfiction like this once. It was very typical fanfiction tho, I can't take this seriously.

It's like gofundme, a popularity contest where if you lose you die bc you can't afford ur medical bills. Becks is right, they both might. I mean, maybe if nobody voted nothing would happen. Hey here's a question: how are the votes connected to the machines? What if instead of finding the room, they stop the timer & the votes? Yeah sure u can track down snappamatic office photos OR you can find out where/when/how they were snatched & figure things out that way. (bro they can't even track the photos, remember?)

Adam Lane: What’s the expression? Three hots and a cot? (shrugs) Works for me. They probs can't send him there AL: It can’t be any worse than high school. he's .. maybe not that wrong? girl u'r not going down with manson & the zodiac. AL: I’m sick? (scoffs) Nobody had to follow me. No one has to vote for Kent or Oren. But they can’t help themselves. They want to be a part of it. They have to watch. So … who is really sick? He's not too far off there actually

I thought that garret would go in & talk to him

Ryan doing tech stuff, esposito walking around canvassing Well if the site crashed, nobody can vote so that's good. Maybe it disabled the timer & now they won't die. What if oren & kent just,, already died bc the system boot killed them? bc it is after all connected to the site & the votes...

AL: If you cops were capable of doing your jobs you’d know. there was a hint. He did spoiled brats... he left a hint somewhere else. & I think I remembered how it ends. {hs, right?} ew fakes electrocution, surprised me Becks u need to make it believable. Send Garrrett in. Or u can bully him becks. that... ok. He didn't exactly say they were to/g. *using description* tiled walls & stale air. Why so much description my man? BOTH fry wait, he also said the votes were irrelevant.

*jumps over the thing* Bro what if you just peel off the stickers? (except with only this many seconds left u might not want to touch the things) The countdown ends and an electrical box beeps. ESPOSITO reaches over and grabs a fistful of the wires and pulls them out. The wires spark, but they’re safe. Like castle & the bomb! for a sec I thought esposito went to hug him lol, but it was the duck tape on his mouth

I love seeing the whiteboard with the writing but no pics, it;s cool

The way he swings his arms

YAY THE RAGIN HEAT WEBMERCIAL I AM SO GLAD THIS IS ONLINE I'M NOT CLIPPING BC I CAN JUST LINK IT BUT HECKING CROWS I'M HAPPY.

Transcript: Hi, I’m Crichard Rastle Captions: Crichard Ratchel Me: so did he mess up saying his own name or was it youtube pooped together? I;M SO HAPPY THIS WAS DUMB & PPL DIDN'T ENJOY IT BUT I DID & I SING IT TO MYSELF ALL THE TIME. his face doing the boomerang thing RC: (horrified) A million people have seen that?

Great ending btw with just the "hi"

sdklsjdfljksj so that was fun. Can't wait for the bloopers I'll show you some good.

[rentalboos]

Admitting you hated everybody when there are several people who care about you and are hoping your doing ok and have posts asking if your ok (from blogs you interacted with nearly daily) really goes to show how little you thought of the people who thought you were friends. It hurts knowing you never liked anybody that used to talk to you or was friendly to you.

Anon, I was being sarcastic, that's why I added the "that's why I spent 2 1/2 years of my life in that fandom" and the emoji! Sorry, I'm still getting used to using tone indicators, I guess that might've helped in this case.

Of course I liked plenty people in the fandom, otherwise I wouldn't have wasted my time there. I join fandom for connections and creating together and not much else.

Sadly, a lot of Persona 5 fandom was clout-chasing and elbow out mentality that went on behind the scenes and I did not care for and that did actively start making my last couple of months very miserable. I was not the only person suffering from that - there were several accounts I interacted with nearly daily, that were thinking of dropping out of the fandom as well for what shit went down behind people's fake smiles.

I don't hate everybody. I honest to God barely hate anybody. I can't give you perfectly rational reasoning either, all I can say is that when I deleted my Twitter, I felt relieved and I have waited for a while now for loneliness and sadness to kick in and it just doesn't. It's not about singular people, it's about wanting a clean break and to get out of a very bad dynamic, that dragged me down to the point where I was genuinely becoming depressed.

As for people wondering if I'm okay - I'm doing better than I have been in months, but I did not see what posts people might make about me because despite what other anon might imply, I am not checking Twitter at the moment. No one has reached out to me, no one has contacted me, all people have done is try to follow me here quietly. And no, I did not recognise any of them specifically, if I did, I would certainly not block every single one of them and consider them individually. I just saw them having Persona pfps and figured they're here because they expect Persona content that's not going to come.

I'm sorry you're sad about this. I the only thing I can give you, genuinely, is that I was having a shitty time and now I'm not and that's just a line I need to semi-enforce for my well-being right now. I mean you see the shit people throw at me after weeks of not even being present on their timelines and just vibing in my own little corner with Good Omens, Thoschei and Danganronpa lol At a certain follower count, people seem to think they're entitled to me and entitled to tell me how I get to behave, who I get to cut off and how I get to feel and that's just... sometimes too much even for our strongest soldiers.

[chronicparagon]

BREAKING NEWS: The Leader of the PFP, Cyrian Roderick, has been discovered near the north border after disappearing for several months. The official statement of the politician himself and the police conclude that an unknown party kidnapped him in as a sign of protest against the new laws that the PFP is trying to put in place, however the real reason is uncertain. The doctors announced that Mr Roderick has only suffered minimal injuries, aside from his fractured left arm. The politician refused to speak to the press about his situation.

My Muse is relaxing while watching TV when a New Flash comes on about Your Muse,  send “BREAKING NEWS: ___” Along with a News report about Your Muse to either horrify or impress Mine and get their reaction. Bonus Points if Your Muse is sitting there as well when the report comes on.

Another day reached its conclusion.

Another day of no answers.

Another day of getting through the painful reality of Cyrian disappearing overnight. It was months ago, but the heartbreak never faded. Harmony kept quiet about the worries flooding her mind when she worked. She continued her studies despite the creeping anxiety that draws her attention to constantly checking the news and her phone for a missed call, an unread text, or anything that could give her an answer!

She spent days and long nights searching for clues or any sign. She couldn't reach anyone who may know. Hours of searching led to weeks of nothing. Phone calls unanswered. News reported nothing extreme. No text message or email either.

Nothing but silence and heartache.

were long periods when she stopped crying because she couldn't. The sorrow is as intense as ever.

Tired eyes watch the screen before her. What was it again? Another episode of "Ghost Explorers?" Or was it a documentary on "Animal Globe?" Perhaps it is just another cooking show. Really, she doesn't care what's on right now. No matter how long she tries to distract herself, they do nothing to put her at ease.

Her body curls around a rather rotund plush unicorn toy: One of her plushies and stuffed animals. Harmony holds the plush tight to her chest as the same questions repeat in her mind:

Is he okay?

Is he alive?

Why?...Why would he up and leave? Harmony sniffs, fighting the urge to let the tears fall again. She doesn't understand why he disappeared without a trace.

"We interrupt this program with breaking news!"

The announcement and following report caught her attention. Her gaze widen when she heard his name. Her heart leaps and she sits up straight with the plush to her chest.

Sure enough, that was him! That's Cyrian, all right. "Oh! Oh, my gosh! It really is him!" She sets the plush by her side on the sofa. She needs to know! Harmony needs to know if he's really okay and if she can help in any way. hand snatches her phone off the coffee table, but she stops short.

Wait! Would that number work? Would he get her call? Should she call or text? What if...

What if he doesn't want to hear from me?

Her heart once fluttering with excitement suddenly drops from the chilling despair when that thought crosses her mind. Her gaze catches sight of Cyrian snapping at the mob of reporters asking their questions, scrambling about and some questions repeating. He's been through a lot. Harmony can tell, but she never witnessed him being angry, but it's restrained. That makes her nervous.

"Cyrian..." The phone in her hand lowers while watching the scene play out. What is she to do? She just wants to see him again! The woman wants that so bad!

But that small voice within asks over and over

What if he doesn't want to see me? Would it be too much trouble if I try to find him? I...I don't even know where he is now...

@riftofthestars

[the-witches-you-couldnt-burn]

It started with a whisper

I originally wrote ‘Like I did with you’ as a one-shot but people wanted a sequel. This turned out to be waaaaay longer than expected (4.7k word count). Inspired by Everybody Talks by Neon Trees. I hope you lot enjoy!

Ao3

(Also this is Mari’s new outfit, all credits go to the original artist)

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Two teens stood upon the balcony of a large banquet hall, exposed to the midsummer night air. The sky was a lilac blanket that hung over the Parisian buildings, speckled with glowing stars. The moon, with it’s crescent smile, beamed down of the young couple.

Hey, baby, won't you look my way?

Marinette’s eyes were closed as she rested her head upon his shoulder, relaxing after the night’s rapid escalation. Tonight she had arrived at the ball with the intent to be there for her friends, but somehow she found herself within the arms of Gotham’s (and probably Paris’) Ice Prince. She had overheard his nickname from the Gotham students, one of which being Jon, who was in the middle of mocking the young Wayne. She had never considered that nickname as suitable; sure he was temperamental & had a tendency to snap, but icey to the core? No.

I can be your new addiction

Damian was calm. For the first time in his life he felt like he could take a breath. His exhale was carried off by a small gust of wind, the bush over hanging the stone railing rustled. With his inhale, the scent of Marinette’s perfume became present once more. Mixed with the crisp night’s air, her usual scent of pastries was mixed with what could only be described as ambrosia. His phone vibrated within his pocket, it was never on volume due to the potential risk it caused during his heroic activities.

“Shit.” Notifications covered his screen, multiple tweets, Instagrams and Tiktoks in which he had been tagged in. But the alert came from his family’s private messaging chat. The whole thread was a shit storm, Grayson and Todd’s messages were completely capitalised (he learnt years ago this meant ‘to yell’ in writing form) and both had multiple ‘keyboard spasms’. Drake, like the thorough detective he is, had combed through the images and videos, investigating their validity. His honorary sisters had replied with ‘awwwww’(s) and ‘Omg we MUST meet this girl! I need to know how she tamed the demon!’. He could practically hear Brown’s shrill voice from across the ocean.

Hey, baby, what you gotta say?

No reply from his father or Alfred. The two of them were the only semblance of ‘normal’ paternal figures he had within his life, after the sham of a relationship he had previously held with his grandfather. Their silence unnerved him.

Marinette had noticed his attention had shifted to his phone, her own mobile was buzzing away within her baby pink purse. Messages, notifications of account tagging and comments galore. A sigh left her lips when she saw her parents seemed to be none the wiser. Good, she didn’t need to deal with future adoration for ‘The boy who swept our daughter off of her feet’ (or something along those lines).

Her cheeks regained some of the warmth they held before as she thought of her parent’s reaction. Scrolling through her Twitter she saw her friends had posted multiple images of the night’s events, majority being her shared dance.

Chloé Bourgeois @TheBestBourgeois

what kind of Disney shit is this? (Insert video of two teens dancing around an mostly empty dance floor.)

Alix Kubdel @Sk8trGirl

Replying to @TheBestBourgeois

I KNOW RIGHT?! THEY WERE FUCKING FLOATING!!!

All you're giving me is fiction

She was thankful that they hadn’t tagged her but she hadn’t been spared by others in attendance. Her post thread had blown up, thousands had commented and even more had viewed the evidence. There was no way she would come out of this unscathed.

“Has anyone been on Twitter today?” The blonde of the family asked as she walked into the dining room. Her eyes focused on her scrolling screen, brows furrowed in confusion. “Actually has anyone seen what’s happening on any of our socials?”

It was early in the afternoon and the family had recently returned home after a straining stakeout. The Joker had broken out of Arkham and the Batfam had to deal with his minions. Dick’s arm was in a sling (sprained from a grapple gone wrong), Jason was icing his hand, Alfred was stitching Bruce’s chest wounds while Tim and the girls escaped without severe injuries. All were still recuperating and finally able to recharge.

Alfred always enforced a strict ‘no devices at the dinner table’ rule; no matter how urgent it was, it could wait until after sustenance was consumed. Tim strongly opposed this, but there was no arguing with Agent A. This all surmises that probably no one had seen the crap storm on social media.

I'm a sorry sucker and this happens all the time

Bruce sighed, bringing his free arm up to rub his eyes. Tilting his head back to look at Steph, “Who was it this time?” Barbara quickly took out her phone to see what Stephanie was talking about, all the while glancing accusingly at Dick and Jason. Both of whom held up their arms (or in Dick’s case arm), declaring their innocence.

“It wasn’t fucking me!”

“Jason! Language!” Dick shot a glare at Jason and was met with one in return. “It wasn’t me either.”

“Then who-“ Bruce started before being cut off by his most rambunctious daughter.

I found out that everybody talks

Stephanie with a squeal, exclaimed that it was Damian. Visions of what the Wayne brat could have done flashed through the heads of everyone in the room. He had been sent overseas before the quarantines and lockdowns hit. During Damian’s first month in France he had been forced into online schooling and then finally when he got to go to in-person classes he hated it. Described the class as a kindergarten with petty and vindictive toddlers.

Had he broken someone’s arm? Was that person of such importance that it had spread over multiple social media platforms? France’s government had announced on June 15th, that teens were now being inoculated so him having COVID-19 was doubtful. Had he insulted the wrong person? Had he taken over the government? He certainly had the potential.

Everybody talks, everybody talks

What they saw stunned them, even Steph as she watched it for the 7th time. Damian Wayne was dancing. But not only that, he was dancing with a girl.

It started with a whisper

“What is this shit?”

No one verbally objected to Jason’s outburst but he was sent a harsh glare from Alfred, Dick and Bruce. Their focus soon returned to the images and videos before them. Babs’ and Steph’s phones were returned to them as the others ran to grab their own devices. They all met back at the table, comparing the posts and comparing their notes.

I can hear the chitchat

“There’s no way this can be real.”

“Jesus Tim,” Barbara rolls her eyes, “have you seen the amount of posts there are? You’d be an idiot to think otherwise.”

Take me to your love shack

“I’m with Tim, how do we know this isn’t some skit. I mean, Demon Spawn almost looks normal. That’s a matter of concern.” He almost dry heaved when he agreed with Tim. Damian couldn’t be capable of naturally exuding that amount of humanity unless there was something in it for him.

Mamas always gotta backtrack

“I was just saying Babs, that we should check the credibility of these images. For all we know they could be gorilla glued together and trying to get unstuck.” Tim cringed at his own reasoning, he really needed to either sleep (probably not going to happen anytime soon) or find his favourite coffee brand (which had been one of the first to vanish after the covid hoarders appeared).

When everybody talks back

Dick was too busy freaking out and spam messaging the youngest Wayne, to defend Damian’s humanity. The family saw this and followed suit, wanting to get information from the source.

Chat name: Alfred supremacy

BigBird: AHHHHHH DAMIAN!

BigBird: YOU LOOK SO CUTE!!!

BigBird: HAIFJDNDNFI

LittleWing: WTF HAPPENED DEMON SPAWN YOU LOOK ALMOST HUMAN

Babs: who knew the city of love would influence the brat

Blondie: they are so cuteeeeeee!

Blondie: We HAVE to meet her!

Silent-but-deadly: agreed.

Timbo: YO DEMON

Timbo: Apparently the videos are legit

Timbo: are you being blackmailed?

And it just devolved into more chaos from there, fueled by the fact that they saw Damian’s ‘Blood Son’ account appear online before vanishing once more. Dick shrieked, “I FOUND HER ACCOUNT!”

The family gathered around the eldest son, peering over his shoulder to view his iPhone 12max screen. They saw a young girl’s Instagram account. It was locked but they could see her profile pic, the girl had black hair and looked to be if Asian decent. They compared it to the videos but it was hard to see due to the hall’s lighting and the minimised facial features of the pfp. Alfred suggested that they search up her username and see who has tagged her, some might have other photos of her.

After research for awhile, the family began to get frustrated with lack of results.

Hey honey you could be my drug

You could be my new prescription

“Come on!” Jason complained, “What kind of teenage girl doesn’t post her life online?” He ignored the girls glares and went back to researching. How had the account by the name of ‘mariiiiinette’ to managed to prevent the entire Wayne clan from accessing it? Damn Instagram privacy settings. He groaned, dragging a hand down his face, “We are fucking stupid. Why don’t we just use the Bat-computer? It would be so much fucking easier.”

“It shouldn’t be used for civilian issues-“

Too much could be an overdose

“The girl could be a meta for all we know! We aren’t safe until we know who she is.” Jason points a finger at Tim, his paranoia flared up and even though he would never admit it, Jason would do anything to protect each member of his family (although Bruce is still debatable).

All this trash talk make me itching

Barbara and Tim took their usual positions as Oracle and Red Robin (who had been banned from patrol due to lack of sleep). The rest of the Batfam stood behind them either with arms crossed or still failing at researching.

Oh my my shit

“The account is owned by a girl called Marinette Dupian-Cheng. She is French-Chinese and her parents own a popular bakery. Also if it wasn’t already obvious, she goes to Collège Françoise Dupont, aka Damian’s French school.” Tim begun informing his nosy family, “But this account has been inactive for the past 6 months, which is strange due to her frequent posting schedule before hand. It seems she probably has a second account and this is her old one.”

Everybody talks, everybody talks

“Not only that,” Barbara interrupted. “There are unopened messages from other accounts that accuse her of being a bully. There is a whole Facebook page about this girl and how she has been hurting her old friends, but neither side seems reliable. The so called victims seem to be twisting the truth but there is barely any information about Marinette so we can’t disprove it either.”

“Read out some of the messages.” Bruce took a cup of coffee from Alfred and sipped it.

The main screen of the bat computer displayed a Facebook group with the banner picture being a photo of Marinette. “They are mostly complaints expected of teen girls when there is a girl they don’t like; ‘Marinette is such a know-it-all’, ‘She is constantly insulting Lila’s intelligence’. They go on to talk about how Marinette was briefly expelled from the Collège before being reinstated by the principle for a reason unknown to them.”

Everybody talks too much

“Her school reports up until this year were good. The newest one states, ‘While Marinette is a wonderful and bright student, I encourage her to settle her disagreements outside of class. This seems to only be a recent occurrence and I implore her to go to the guidance council if she is in need of help.’” A beat of silence echoes through the cave, Tim sighed. “Jason’s meta theory could be correct. She could have just recently started exhibiting her abilities and using them to get what she wants.”

“Bruce what do you want to do?”

“We’re going to Paris.”

She opened her eyes to the blaring morning light that streamed through the blinds. Her lashes still painted with mascara that refused to leave. She felt a pang of sorrow when she was removing her makeup and dress last night, she never wanted the night to end. She shuffled down the stairs to the kitchen, covering her mouth when she yawned. She greeted her mother as she entered the kitchen to get breakfast.

She glanced at her phone and there was the chaos that was started hours ago and it was still occurring. It was the weekend, she wouldn’t need to deal with her classmates until Monday. But she would still have to survive her parent’s interrogation. Out of the corner of her eye she caught her mother smirking at her.

Everybody talks

“Nadja told me some interesting news about last night.” Marinette held her breath, glaring at the toaster, willing it to hurry up so she could escape. “Well,” Sabine patted her shoulder before rubbing Mari’s back. “I know you didn’t want to go but I hope you had fun.”

With that she exited the kitchen, probably going to help her father in the bakery. The ravenette stared after her, eye widened in shock, jumping when the toaster went off. Buttering her toast she went over the conversation, her brows furrowed in confusion. She had expected a ‘When do I get to meet the oh so famous prince?’ or ‘Should I be expecting a new guest sometime in the near future?’ or at least a ‘Who was that young man, Bǎozàng (宝藏 it means treasure)?’ But she said nothing.

A small smile was plastered upon her face as she changed and went down to help her parents in the bakery. Her father didn’t say anything either, he gave her a knowing smile before continuing to kneed the dough. She sat at the the store front as the cashier whilst her parents were busy making ‘Paris’s Finest Pastries’.

Her musings slowly faded as she was brought back to reality by badly hushed whispers. Two young preteens were by the bread roll casing near the door. She had seen them come in before with their parents, the girls went to the prestigious international school over in the 16th arrondissement. The one with purple hair kept whispering to the brunette, both ‘subtly’ glancing towards her. Using her enhanced hearing she listened in on their conversation.

“That’s her, I swear that’s her in the video.”

The blonde’s face soured likes she sucked on a lemon. “No, it wasn’t good lighting there is no way he would dance with someone like her.”

Everybody talks

Marinette had tough skin but their words had an impact, only a small one due to her defence mechanism of repressing emotions. She stopped listening and went back to drawing in her sketchpad, she was in desperate need of a new school outfit.

The two girls eventually came up to the counter, goods in hand. Marinette rung up and bagged their items (paper because save the turtles sksksk) in a tired daze. A phone was shoved into her face, her eyes barely adjusted to view the screen before the blonde spoke.

“Is this your instagram?” She asked in a tone so snobbish that it should be illegal from a person her age. Marinette finally was able to view the screen that was barely an inch from her face. Her old Instagram ‘mariiiiinette’ was displayed on screen, she hesitantly nodded, gaze flicking back to the two in front of her.

The blonde’s nose scrunched up and the purple goth girl squealed in delight. They soon after left the store, their conversation had devolved into ‘See! I told you’ and ‘Yeah, yeah. You were right.’

Walking to school on Monday, she had finally come down from cloud nine. She still rode the tail end of her high as she rushed along her path to her campus, she wasn’t going to be late but she sure wasn’t going to be early. She had spent the better part of the weekend designing and sewing a brand new outfit. Her new look was composed of a black cropped singlet (L'amour gagne hemmed into it and it’s straps), paired matching peach plaid cropped overshirt and a-line miniskirt. Her hair was down, ballet flats were worn and her makeup was the usual with the added edition of a rose gold eyeshadow.

Even though her face was covered in a black and gold mask, she looked hot.

She reached the campus and the whispers started again, people were still buzzing from Friday night. Her classmates, the majority of her grade and the younger years seemed to gossiping before class about the formal’s events. She couldn’t spot any of her friends or the two Gotham transfers, so she was stuck listening the the chitchat. Why couldn’t she have been late like usual?

Damian had a fowl disposition and it showed in multiple icey glares (and that was before he even reached the collège). His family had made their appearance known in Paris at 1am Sunday morning. He could have used his dorm to escape but his family didn’t have the word ‘privacy’ within their vocabulary. He didn’t want to have to pay for a lock replacement due to his brothers’ (most likely Todd with Drake & Grayson laughing at him) lock picking habit.

The Ice Prince was back with full force. He had just been... influenced by all the other couples. Yes he did respect Dupain-Cheng and he appreciated her company & pleasant conversations. He would struggle to hide a small smile at the memory of the dance, even if he denied himself the happiness of normality, he felt content when reminiscing.

“Ooo the Ice Prince is here, did he have a fight with his princess or something?” The voice seemed to mock him.

“The Disney Magic is gone. The demon is back.”

Everybody talks

At the second jeer he shot a glare at the perpetrator. Jon held his hands up in an ‘I surrender manner’, laughing as he joined Damian at his side. The two entered the school’s large foyer and looked to see if any of the classes were open yet. Sadly they weren’t, before he was wrong and the his class was plain torture but this was truely hell.

He saw Dupain-Cheng sitting alone on the stairs, drawing within her sketchpad. He wondered how a girl like her, who always seemed to be involved in other’s lives (for the better) was ignoring all of the comments about her. She felt his focus centre on her, eyes flicking up to meet his, she provided him with a small wave before continuing to draw.

Jon nudged him with an elbow to his ribs and dragged him off to the side, into the boy’s locker rooms. Jon scowled at the door, “It’s a mad house out there. You’ve heard what some people are saying right?”

“Why would I care about these imbeciles?”

Jon jabbed Damian in the chest, causing the demon to stumble. Green eyes darted from blue eyes to the tan finger. “You care when lies hurt people you care about.”

The day began to rapidly decline once the two dance partners took their seats, next to each other. They had both been placed up the back of the class and them sitting together hadn’t been a problem until now apparently. She wasn’t even safe when the teacher started their lecture, whispers and glances were cast towards them. Once the two got to biology it was better, Ms Mendeleiev was a strict teacher and was able to control the class.

Everybody talks

But the recess came. When the bell rang she slowly started packing up her equipment, Alix and Max (who she shared biology with) waited for her; she watched as the Ice Prince left through the door. She knew she didn’t need to be concerned about her friends joining in with the gossiping, if anything they would dispel people and tell them to ‘Mind their own fucking business’ because this whole situations is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous.

She did receive some slight teasing from Alix about being a Disney princess, but Marinette quipped back about the skater’s fairytale story being ‘Pinknette, the Geek and the Beast’. The three met up with the other two of their group, they had just come from geography. Kim was complaining that Argentina was a state in America.

“That’s Arkansas you idiot!” Chloe shrieked, lightly hitting his arm with her white handbag. Max held his head in his hand as he approached, how had his tutoring sessions failed so badly?

Chloe turned to Marinette, a smile forming from her glare. The blonde examined the designer’s clothing, nodding. “You look like you are about to have a hot girl summer.”

Marinette’s face burned, the tips of her ears coated in red. Alix chuckled and nudged her shoulder.

Everybody talks

“Look at her, she is so desperate for his attention that she probably copied those designs.”

“Why do you think he danced with her anyways? Maybe she has something on him? I mean, she forces him to sit next to her in class, who knows what else she has done.”

What. The. Fuck.

Chloe glowered towards Lila’s posy. “We have a fucking seating plan, those cretins-“ She made a motion to storm over but was caught by the ravenette, looking back to Mari, her rage decreased from a boil to a simmer.

“No Chlo. It’s fine, it’s not worth it.”

Everybody talks... back

The group walked out to the school’s front steps, it was a mad house... a mad courtyard? Students sitting on the stairs, on the grass and standing around mingling, all of them now were staring at her. She held her backpack close to her chest (she had swapped her signature coin-bag purse for the pastel pink bag), pretending its a shield. Her friends circled around her becoming an obstacle to prevent their stares. If people were afraid of a scowling Kim then they don’t know the scorn of Chloe or Alix’s bite. And Max, sweet quiet Max.... you better hope he doesn’t have blackmail on you (he probably does), he can dismantle your life with a single anonymous post.

Rushed footsteps approached them. The group was broken apart by a rude Wayne boy, he swept Mari away from the school and the gossip crowds within. Her four friends shouted at him and he kept walking, shooting a glare at them in response. He kept pushing Marinette forward with a hand placed on the small of her back, her backpack was now swung over his other shoulder.

They ended up in her favourite alcove. She had brought him here with the other Gotham transfers for a native’s tour of Paris. It had always been her safe place to be creative.

It started with a whisper (everybody talks, everybody talks)

“My apologises for our rushed departure but you seemed to want to get out of their anyhow.” His gruff tone danced through the silence, his head still peaking around the corner; watching for any unwelcome guests.

“Thank you.” She whispered, her voice almost being carried off by the gentle wind. A genuine smile illustrated upon her face.

“We weren’t able to converse after the events of the other night. I would like to formally apologise once more for my actions causing this adverse reaction. If I had kn-“

“You don’t need to apologise!” She squeaked, hiding her eyes behind her fisted hand. Her shoulders curled inwards as she tried to make herself seem as small as possible, a side effect of her common use of her secondary miraculous form: Multimouse.

“I chose to dance with you, you don’t need to apologise for my own actions.” He stared at her with confusion. He had taken the blame so she wouldn’t need to do so herself; but she had taken it anyways. He had given her an out. Why does she always take the blame, even for things out of her control?

“But if I hadn’t danced with you then you wouldn’t have been the focus of the entire school.”

Marinette stepped forward, her eyes hardened and blazing. “Damian Friday night I went there out of obligation to my friends, I didn’t want to be there. But dancing with you? That was the highlight of my week, probably my month too. I enjoyed our time together.” Her face softened, lips twitched downwards ever so slightly. “I don’t regret anything about that night, but do you?”

He was bad at comfort. Everyone in his family avoided him when they were in need, he plainly didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t visibly upset but he sensed that she is disappointed that he apparently didn’t share the same opinion of the night. The only thing he regretted about that night was letting Jon call him a coward, but then again if he didn’t he never would have danced with Dupa- Marinette.

He picked up her clenched hand, the tension in her body alleviated at his embrace. He remembered how Grayson would apologise to Kor’i or how his father interacted with Ms Kyle. He brought their hands up and placed a kiss upon her knuckles.

And that was when I kissed her (everybody talks, everybody talks)

“I do not regret anything either—“ he cleared his throat, “In fact, I’d appreciate if we would be able to interact more, especially outside of that cesspit.”

Was he...?

It didn’t matter.

She smiled the same dazzling smile she gave him at the dance. She nodded while laughing, “I’d love that.”

Everybody talks

The two stay talking, hidden within their secret alcove for the rest of the day. She texted her parents to say she was with a friend and would be back later that night. Damian didn’t bother texting his family, Marinette knew he had to be back soon due to his dorm’s curfew.

The sun was setting at they walked back together, he did the gentlemanly thing and dropped her off at her bakery door. She could see her mother behind the register inconspicuously looking over at the two of them. Damian’s lips quirked upwards, she was satisfied with his kinda-smile.

He walked back, hands in pockets and a neutral expression upon his face instead of a scowl. He reached his door and took his keys, he found that it was already open. Damn.

His family was splayed out within his two roomed dorm. Todd and Drake were fighting over a place to sit on his bed, whilst his father sat at his desk, watching the commotion. The three of them turned to him as he enter the room, they were the only family members able to attend on short notice; Cain had a ballet audition, Gordon & Brown had concert tickets for tomorrow, Grayson had to take care of Mar’i while Kor’i was on Tamaran and Alfred stayed to ensure no one died during their night time activities.

“We need to talk Damian.” His father stood, leaning onto the desk chair. “The school called and said you had an unexcused absence for half the day. Where were you Damian?”

Damian stared into his father’s eyes. He was fifteen, almost an adult, but was treated like he was ten again.

“I was with a friend.”

“Probably the girl from the dance. Marinette, right?” Todd mocked him. Damian snapped his head in the direction of his bed, glaring at both his brothers.

“That’s what I want to talk about with you Damian. Now I don’t know her personally but from what we’ve discovered through our investigation we have some concerns. What’s happened Damian?”

The youngest Wayne’s glare shifted off of his brothers to the floor, and then finally to his father; his family sitting in wait for his answer. Straightening his posture, his shoulders clicked as he rolled then back. His statement’s tone was sure and steady, “Everybody talks father.”

Everybody talks... back