#protect all the people’s rights and freedoms

[dinosaurwithablog]

Malcolm X was brilliant!! His words are as true now as they were then. That makes me very sad. I thought that we had become more accepting and inclusive as a people. I still believe that if we all work together, we can find a way to treat all people with love and respect and do the right thing. It's, definitely, worth achieving these goals. Let's get rid of this insane and hateful regime and take our country back!! Let's protect all of the people here and open our eyes, and see who's the real problem. I'll give you a hint... it's not the people who are being persecuted...

Love is the answer... it always has been... let's come from a place of love, not hate... 🙏🏼💜💜💜

[endereies]

. . . 'THE SILENT TREATMENT' . . .

CONTAINS: SLIGHT ANGST, FLUFF, MENTIONS OF ANXIETY/DEPRESSION

It was meant to feel liberating - having a place to yourself. A home that you could regain peace of mind without intrusions making you start over. No loud wake up calls on 'Sunday cleaning', especially with the opened curtains. Somewhere you could fracture pieces of independence to start your life, a life completely your own. That was quick to fall apart.

That old building you left a room empty in wasn't a random one, yet a complex range of emotions and memories left behind. You grew up there for practically two decades with siblings and residing relatives.

The scent of freshly applied paint lingered in your system. You'd made your family quabble over who would move into the bigger room now that you'd be gone. So, the favourite lavender of the youngest ran over the previous sage green - splattered on a messy t-shirt. None of the floorboards creaked the same way, unmemorised and unfamiliar. They weren't carrying the secret of three am trips in the kitchen, laughing when a pan was hit.

You had tried to replicate the same feeling, throwing an old blanket over the bed to snuggle in for a movie night. Alongside that was a overly sweetened coffee - the same brand your mother used, yet something intangible didn't follow suit.

The background didn't hum the tune of silence you craved. Ice machines crackled every few minutes with the fan buzzing consistently. Sounds you'd never heard before crept up on you. The fridge light now clicked when you opened rather than echoing the yells of people asking what you were making.

Every night, the same routine, settling into the unkempt side of the bed. All you did was stare at the unfinished bookshelf until your eyes grew bored and shut themselves. Every morning, you'd stare at the shrink-wrapped couch. You told yourself it was to protect it from dust particles until you settled in, but the weeks shifted further and no progress was made.

It was hard to admit that peace wasn’t coming. At least not the way you'd envisioned it: the early morning light glowing across clean floors, a soft hum from the kettle, quiet only punctuated by the occasional chirp of a passing bird. Instead, you got static. Mental, emotional, atmospheric static. You had rooms that echoed too many of your thoughts.

You stopped pretending to settle in. Boxes just laid everywhere around the house, labels slowly losing their tact. The nights drew on, lengthening in darkness when the season shifted to winter. Even with the heating on the frost managed to chip away at you. This began to feel like exile rather than freedom.

So you called Chris.

It was one of those calls you'd hesitate on, you had for several weeks. Not because you didn't want him, but because of the fact he wouldn't understand. He lived with his brothers and had easily accessible flights to stay with his family on a regular basis. He was never alone that way. You'd hear them talking in the background sometimes, discussing food plans or video ideas, even if most of the time you could maintain a private conversation. They were still always there, regardless of what your senses picked up on.

You stared at the phone screen for a good fifteen minutes simply hovering your thumb over his picture. 'You'll be fine. He might be recording something. You wanted this.'

The call button rang before you could talk yourself out of it. It rang once, twice.

"Hey!" His voice chirped happily down the line, like he'd been wanting this for a while. You swallow harshly, not speaking up right away. "...Are you okay?"

"I didn't know who else to call, I'm sorry" The grip on your phone tightened. "Don't be sorry, I'm glad you called me. Talk to me baby."

How could he sound so optimistic at all times, it made you choke up. The tears came, embarrassingly fast. They rolled silently down your cheeks but they made your voice tremor. "I hate living here. Everything is just wrong and- It's what I wanted but I just..." You stopped to allow yourself to sharply inhale. "It's too quiet, Chris. I hate it..."

Chris was already moving, you could hear it in the rustle on his end of the line - keys, jacket, a door shutting behind him. No questions. No hesitation. "I'm coming over, okay?"

"You don't have to-"

"I want to, I'm not letting you be alone when you feel alone. That's not how we work." You wanted to protest but you knew it'd be futile regardless. "Fine..."

His smile was heard through his words, relived you didn't fight him on it. "Sweetheart, do you want me to bring anything?" You almost said no, but that died quickly "Can you get me those gummies I like? The berry ones?"

"On it."

Neither of you hung up immediately, a comfortable silence with the reassurance that the other was on the other side. A calming hum of an engine buzzed away in the background, gravel vibrating against the tired.

"Thank you..." A quiet whisper echoed from your end, a breathy laugh from Chris in response. "Always." Then the line went dead. And for once you didn't mind being alone an extra few minutes.

The phone remained slightly warm in your palms. You hadn't moved yet, breathing deeper than before. The silence was still gnawing at the corners of the rooms but it backed off enough for relaxation to kick in.

Down the block, Chris drove in silence, fingers tapping lightly against the steering wheel. The heater in his car was aggressive enough to combat the chill of the night. On the passenger seat was a paper bag with two still-warm pastries and a thermos of the coffee you used to drink in high school - a latte with a little caramel, if he remembered it right.

After a knock at the door, you opened it to the smell of winter air and the sight of Chris. One arm was raised with the paper bag and another with a thermos that didn't seem shop bought. His vehicle was still dusted with snow while his nose and cheeks were tinted pink. "Hey..."

You smiled, a genuine one, dragging Chris inside to seek asylum from the cold. His shoes were quick to be removed by the inside door mat and tucked next to your own. "I wasn't sure what you had here, I figured something warm couldn't hurt." Then from his pocket he pulled an unopened bag - the sweets you had asked for.

The thermos cracked open, releasing barrels of steam below you - carrying the scent of melted sugar and syrup. Warmth gradually seeped to your palms, warming your body a little. Chris just eyed as you took your first sip, chuckling as you almost burned your tongue on the liquid. "Too hot?" He chuckled lightly. "Not at all, it's perfect"

Chris glanced around - he hadn't been here since you first unlocked the place, giving you space to settle in. Yet, seeing boxes and plastic wrap wasn't what he expected. You caught this quick, his timid expression unlike what you were used to. "I haven't touched them. Not since I moved in unless they were essentials, not even my wardrobe is sorted out..."

"Well, let's have a look." He didn't even look in your direction before taking off to the nearest pile of randomised boxes. "We have... miscellaneous, collectibles, books- we can start there." The cardboard full of novels was all in his arms, resting quickly on a nearby table. The bookshelf itself had been placed by a cabinet in the front room, standing alone.

Books that you hadn't seen in months resurfaced, some untouched while others were clearly loved. He knew there were structures to theese things - colour order, authors name or genre but right now they needed to just be there. Each book placed by you two felt like a stepping stone towards normality. It was only one row completed when you decided on chronological order of the authors. Now books were piling on the table and were slowly being sifted through.

Whilst you were distracted with organisation, Chris began to tear the harsh wrap off the sofa, allowing for a comfortable space to continue. The noise was loud enough to draw your attention away from each crease lined book. You just smiled. He did too. A quiet symbol of what you both needed - your happiness. When he peeled it back, it was tossed outside in the main bins without a word.

The next half hour was spent with book sorting while the pair of you talked about each one. He rested his body on the edge of the sofa body doubling you. He may not care for what each story holds but he cares about you. That's enough to persuade him to sit there with you. He'd let you read him the book yourself if it meant quality time. When the last book was placed, he stood up brushing his hands off like he had helped carry them around himself. "Like that, one task is ticked off." His words carried the weight of the next few hours of work.

Regardless of how much there was left, this felt like a massive relief to complete. So you migrated to him and wrapped your arms around him tight. You allowed yourself just to relax, take all the tension out your body and simply rest your cheek on his shoulder. He froze for a moment before happily accepting the contact. He caressed your back with his thumbs, a constant reminder that he is still there.

"Baby, I will sit here with you for as long as I need to - until this place feels like home, okay?"

You drew a long breath, the faint scent of caramel lingering. "You will?"

"Always."

[theredharlotybf]

Hi! I just read your post, If your requests are open then I’d love to ask for anything with Toby! I’m absolutely starved for any SFW content about him—but NSFW is also very appreciated if that’s your vibe 👀

Honestly, I just want to give you full creative freedom, but I’m also super curious about your headcanons for him. So really, anything at all would totally make my day 💖 Thanks either way!

AN: Hi everyone! Hope no one minds how long this is, my first time writing headcannons, not a professional yet but hopefully i get there soon.

Ticci Toby Headcannons

Disclaimer: Blood, Violence, Gore, Bullying, Seccual content, I make these up as I go, don't judge me.

PERSONAL HEADCANONS

Toby, Toby, Toby. Where do we start with Toby?

I know a lot of people see a hyperactive and silly goofy guy so, not a lot of people really take him seriously.But he is so much more than that.

Born with all those mental disorders does a number on you, especially at such a young age. He never learned how to interact with other people his age- his tourette syndrome which led others to call him ‘Ticci Toby? He never had a real friend in his life.

Of course, there was his older sister Lyra who always did her best to protect him. What with their abusive father screaming abuse at him, Lyra and the mother- taking his rage out on Toby by beating him while in a drunken frenzy. Even in those times, Lyra came to his defense- taking some of those punches even though she knew he couldn’t feel pain due to his CIPA.

I imagine their mother at the time would dissociate whenever their father was like this, just pretend it didn't happen and put herself somewhere else. A lot of people do this when in situations concerning domestic violence- but since she was too focused on protecting her own mental state- she completely forgot about the safety and wellbeing of both Toby and Lyra.

Then came the accident. Both Toby and Lyra were driving home one night after going to see a movie when all of sudden- a drunk driver is carelessly carousing on the wet and slippery backroad to their house and crashes into them. Lyra is killed on Impact and Toby- thanks to his CIPA is unfazed- but is forced to watch his sister die right before him. His safe space and only friend. But even after her funeral, his mother kept on dissociating and his father just got worse- the beatings, the verbal abuse…..the voices.

He was angry-he was depressed, he was losing his sanity.

How do you help a boy like Toby who is diagnosed with Schizophrenia, Bipolar disorder, ADHD and to top it all off- PTSD, who lost his sister in a gruesome way- his father abusing him in every way he knows and his mother- playing blind to all of it.

It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fucking fair. Why did it have to be Lyra who died and not their dad? Hell- their mother can die too for all he cares- if she did- neither him nor Lyra would be in this mess. But running away wouldn’t have solved anything- he was still a minor. If he ran away from home- police would simply find him and drag him right back.

That is…. If he had a home to return to…

The solution was staring him right in the face- they told him the answer- yet he didn’t want to see it. But the minute he picked up those hatchets, gripping the handles in both hands, he no longer felt afraid.

He never knew killing could be so cathartic before swinging those hatchets down into his father- the beautiful smell of metal coating his skin as his father’s blood squirted onto him as if it were a geyser. The look of terror in his eyes that looked far too much like his sisters. He plucked them out and squished them under his boots. His screams rang throughout the garage and ironic as it is, his mother finally snapped out of it when she realised her son was murdering her husband.

While his mother called the police- he took a canister of gasoline and a match, setting fire to the neighborhood. He wouldn’t let the police take him- for something that was his right and yet- when the fires set in around him- the only thing he could think about was Lyra.

If he died, he knew there was a chance he might see her again- but he knew there was only one place he was going and it surely wasn’t heaven.

“Toby….. My child….”

The voices in his head had come again, his strength- had come in the form of an eight foot tall man with no eyes, no nose or mouth. A faceless being who stood among the burning trees, looking down at his helpless figure as he struggled to breathe

“This is not the end for you…. Your work has only begun…”

Before he blacked out, a searing burn was felt on his back, Toby had become the Slendermans’s proxy- and yet…. He didn’t hate it.

Toby felt as though he had ascended from the frightened and helpless boy he once was to a man- a servant of the Operator with the duty to murder any and all his Master deems as a target. He was strong, he was powerful and he had the backing of the most dangerous entity in the world.

Strangely enough- his master had other Proxies working for him. Two men called Tim and Brain, a bit older than Toby but more or less on the saner side. Tim was quite irritant and cranky while Brain was silent but sarcastic when he wanted to be. They clearly had some baggage but Toby wasn’t all that interested in knowing- both Tim and Brian- or rather, Masky and Hoodie were simply co-workers. One of them would always go for the kill, and the other would always film it.

Then came Kate, a new Proxy for their master. She never spoke a word and yet everyone could sense her bloodlust every time she walked into a room. She was not to be fucked with and Toby could respect that. Everyone just left everyone the fuck alone, get the jobs done and be done with it.

Though, a lot had changed in terms of his lifestyle. ((Realistically, there is no Slender Mansion ;-;))

Slenderman’s domain was spread out within the forest of the countryside, along with plenty of abandoned cabins ((Squatting in some or killing the original owners and taking it for themselves)). Even though Toby was a man now- he had to adapt to being an adult quickly- sure he could murder people and take their money- but it wasn’t as steady of an occupation as you would imagine, I mean, not every victim they come across is swimming in money so- they had to get jobs.

Toby has multiple jobs, working as a farmhand, a lumberjack, he even picked up some mechanical work after wrapping his head around it- guess it did help that his dad was a mechanic.

Now he fixes Masky’s car and Hoodies’s truck and they pay him back with either cash, cigarettes- alcohol. All the same to him.

He only wears his mouth guard when hunting- when he’s out in public, he puts a gauze over his cheek where he chewed through.

Sleeper build for days- yet has such an unhealthy diet of take out, microwave dinners and tinned food. This boy can’t cook to save his life.

MEETING TOBY

How would you meet Toby? He is quite the solitary creature, he won’t leave the forest if he can help it- the only times he ventures into the city is when he has a target there or when it's his turn to shop for supplies.

He won’t go to you so you go to him.

You live a stressful life with your own shit to deal with- a breakdown was imminent and when you crashed out, you realized this lifestyle wasn’t for you and getting away from the hustle and bustle of the city was just what you needed.

You bought an old Cabin nearly twenty years old, the owner went missing years ago and presumed dead, since then, it's just been sitting on the market place- waiting to be bought. You jumped at the opportunity, taking your pets and moving to the countryside. 

When you get there with the real estate agent- you notice some belongings, men's clothes, old food in the fridge- the agent tells you its most likely squatters but judging by the rotting food in the fridge, the squatters haven’t been here in a while and called up a locksmith to come and change all the locks in the house free of charge since no one knew the residence was being lived in.

Though, you did feel bad about whoever was living here, you understood times could get tough, hence why after scrubbing the fridge clean, you threw the old clothes in the wash, hanging them up to dry and then folding them neatly and leaving them in a box.

The previous owner of the cabin was an older man who enjoyed hunting, the house was decorated in taxidermied animals and it wasn’t really for you, preferring to put all of them up for auction instead. Over the next few weeks, you got to cleaning up the cabin, replacing old furniture with new ones and stuff from your old home. You brightened up the place with fresh coats of paint, new curtains and carpet, replacing the broken windows and fixing all the creaky doors yourself. Even installing an automatic dog door for your pets so they can come in and out themselves.

You planted flowers at the front of the cabin while starting your own little vegetable garden. The old smell of tobacco and musk was replaced with scented candles and the smell of your new hobby, baking. You had completely transformed the old cabin and it had become more like home.

Little did you know- this little home of yours was one of the less frequently used hideouts for Ticci Toby.

And when he first laid eyes upon it, he was shocked. Sure, he has his main cabin deeper in the woods- but this hideout was one that none of the other proxies knew about- and it pissed him off. Who the hell moved into his place? Was the previous owner not warning enough?

He walked up to the front door and- “Oh! Hello!”

He didn’t notice the comfy swing seat at the end of the porch, there you were, your knees tucked to your chest, a book in hand, your pet cuddled up to and by your seat was a small table with a glass of lemonade. You were careful not to bother your snoozing baby as you placed your book down and stood up. “Can I help you sir?”

Toby’s mind went completely blank. He couldn’t put words into what he was feeling but something about you just looked….. Sweet. You didn’t look like a bad person, you were wearing blue slippers with cartoon animals, a large sweater over some leggings.

“I…. left some stuff here…” He muttered. He didn’t know what else to say. You just nodded your head. “Ah, just wait one second then.” You opened the front door and headed inside the house, he peeked inside and noticed that the once yellow walls were gone, a fresh white coat brightened up the home, new furniture, a new flat screen t.v. to replace the old one with the big fat back. He could even smell something sweet and tasty cooking.

You re-emerged from the home, carrying a box full of his clothes, clean and folded. He didn’t remember cleaning them when he last left. “I have some cherry pie in the oven, would you like some?”

“Oh- I don’t think…” He couldn’t talk anymore where you got your oven mitts and took the pie out of the oven, the delicious smell making his stomach growl. You packed him up a slice of pie in some tupperware. He was confused, surely you would have realised he was the one previously squatting in your home, yet you washed his clothes and gave him some dessert?

“You take care of yourself…. Mr?”

“Toby… Just Toby…” He muttered.

“Toby… that's a good name, you looked after yourself Toby, and enjoy that pie!”

He went back to his main hideout, wiping off a dirty spoon on his trousers before using it to eat your cherry pie. It was good. Very good. He couldn’t remember the last time he enjoyed a homemade pie. Actually, now that he thinks about it- he can’t seem to remember any positive memories of having dinner. Mom just made dinner, no starters, mains or… desserts. She just just made everyone a plate and that was it.

He went back to see you, he had to see you again.

But only this time, you weren’t aware he was there.

It was annoying at first because you always got up super early and he wasn’t exactly a morning person. You would get up and water your plants, refill the bird feeder and you made breakfast that looked way too healthy and some type of tea he knew wasn’t that good. You also went for a walk with your pet which gave him time to sneak into the cabin. He found out your name, your age, your birthday, even your blood type. He even managed to get access to your laptop since you didn’t turn it off. He went through your emails and a bit more digging- he found out about your breakdown after someone continuously harassed you at your last home and that your doctor advised you to ease your stress levels and live a more relaxed life, a new place where no one knew where you lived but it wasn’t what he would call a relaxed life, seeing as you liked to keep yourself busy.

You worked from home now and only went to work if there was an important meeting. But you mostly kept to yourself, alone in that cabin with your pets- he wanted to talk to you again- he wanted to get to know you, he wanted to find out what it was about you that drew him in.

So, he kidnapped your pet.

Yes, dick move, he knows- but what you don’t know doesn’t hurt you and after a day of watching you run about, crying your eyes out, yelling for your baby to come home- he reappears, with your pet- saying he found them by his home nearby.

You wept for joy, taking your pet into your arms, smothering them with love and affection, vowing to never let them leave your sight again while taking Toby for bringing them back to you.

You invite Toby back to your home and offer him something to drink. You make him and yourself some coffee while allowing your pet to snack on their favorite treats. You respectfully inquire about the gauze on Toby’s cheek and there he tells you he was born with CIPA and accidentally chewed through his own cheek- it freaks people out to see it and that he hides it.

You then get worried because you gave him some pie last time you saw him and imagined how hard it would be to eat with a missing cheek. He chuckled, telling you he mastered eating his food on the one side of his mouth. He thanks you for looking after his belongings- and didn’t realise he left them behind.

You safely assumed he was a squatter until he said that he and the man who lived in the house before you used to be ‘acquaintances’, that they would hunt together on occasion which made your cheeks light up in embarrassment for assuming he was living in your house illegally. Another lie of course but the last thing he wanted was for you to think he was homeless.

Speaking of appearance- he began to wash himself more frequently, snuck away to the laundromat at the dead of night and washed all his laundry while no one was there. Even stealing cologne from a victim’s house just so he’d smell nice around you and his efforts were not unnoticed.

He would make ‘weekly’ appearances just so he could have his opportunities to interact with you by offering to do some handy work like chopping up some firewood and repairing your car (which suddenly started breaking down all the time!) and finding your pet when they ran off, you would invite him in for conversations and a meal- you once tried to get his social media but when he told you he had no social media- you found that refreshing- but at the same time, he lives out in the boonies, most people in the countryside down need social media so you just acquired a basic phone number instead.

Although his visits are ‘weekly’. He comes by your house every day to…. Keep an eye on you.

And when I say keep an eye, I mean watching you through the bushes as you tend to your garden and looking through your window as you go about your chores at home.

He was once luckily enough one night to catch you in the act- your hands under your shorts….

He never had the chance to engage in such acts but seeing you in that position was enough to make him dizzy.

But it made him stop and think- what was it about you that made him keep coming back? Sure- he found you attractive- he wasn’t ashamed to admit that but it was something more than that- despite his ticks and inconsistent mood swings- you didn’t treat him like a freak like everyone else did. He wanted to chalk it up to you having your own mental breakdown but looking at your personal info, it was more or less stress and work related anxiety that caused you to feel from society. Not that he didn’t understand how shit society was but when he interacted with you…. You never faked it.

Your warmth and kindness, not the fake smiles or carefully worded comments given to him by others. It reminds him of…. her. And suddenly, he felt like he was at home again.

His one real human connection, someone who saw him as he was and not a freak-

What the hell was thinking?

He was a murderer, a killer, a Proxy of the Slenderman. He can’t ever be human again. You didn’t know the extent of who he was- if you did- you would have gone running for the hills and never looked back.

This realization hurt- because he was really starting to become attached to you but he knew he was already crossing the line, befriending you like this. You know who he is and that was dangerous enough, he was putting the other proxies at risk and it was only a matter of time before you learned of his true identity.

He made up his made and gathered his hatchets.

He walked towards you home, both blades in hand. He didn’t want you to suffer- which is why he would make it quick and painless.

That was….. Until he saw another car in front of your house and a pet hiding under the porch- notably terrified.

He ran up to your home and saw you.

Tied up to a chair, bound and gagged as tears streaming down your face as a man who he had never seen before circled the chair you sat in while twirling a knife in his hands.

“What made you run away… darling? I’ve been with alot of women but you have to be the most ungrateful one of all! I’ve bought you the best gifts money can buy- I’ve took you on all those extravagant dates- fuck- I left my damn wife for you and you dare reject me? ME!? After everything I’ve done for!”

Toby’s first began to shake with fury- how dare this prick treat you like this?! The files… this must be the guy who was harassing you.

The guy ripped the gag from your mouth to allow you to speak.

“You never told me you were married! You lied to me from the moment we met and you try to pin this on me?! You were the one who pursued me and destroyed your own marriage! If you could cheat on your own wife- what made me think I could expect any loyalty from you? I told you as much and you still wouldn’t leave me alone- despite all those protection orders I had on you!”

“But what you and I had was true love- my wife never made me feel as fulfilled as you did- I only wanted you to know the extent of my feelings for you… then you just had to get the police involved….”

Then he stabbed the knife into your thigh

“And now, because of you- I am ruined! Everyone thinks I’m a degenerate! I got fired and my wife won’t let me see my children! We could have been happy together and you had to go and fuck it all up- now… I’m going to take my time with you… slowly.. Intimately.. I’m going to break you in every way I know how and leave your body in a ditch-”

Toby didn’t say anything else before busting down the door-  his blood raced to his face- hidden by his mouth guard and orange goggles. You both looked over at his direction, his arrival unexpected. Your stalker’s face said it all, he was terrified. Toby clearly overshadowed him with his height and physique, those two blood stained hatchets in his hands stating his intentions clearly.

“H-Hey… wait a minute there bud- lets talk about this-”

Toby didn’t give him another second before launching one of his hatchets into his chest. He screamed like a little bitch before he sauntered over to him, looking down at him. His dilated pupils studying his form through his orange goggles.

“Wanna B-break her huh? All because your a disloyal f-faggot who wasn’t worthy of a decent relationship. It's people like you that make this world so u-ugh..unbearable to live in. I’m not even gonna take my time with you…. You're not worthy of all that attention… but you’re not gonna die a painless death- that I can assure you….!”

True to his word- he ripped out the hatchet from the stalker’s chest and brought them down on him again and again, relishing in their screams until they eventually died out.

And all he could hear was your cries.

When he finally snapped out of it, he realised what he had done- you lovely kitchen which was always so clean and tidy was now saturated in blood- you were covered in the blood splattered by Toby’s reckless abandon. You shivered, crying weakly as you shivered- you were so absolutely terrified and he knew he was the cause. He wanted to run out of that cabin- to never darken your doorstep again-

“Toby… is that you?” You whimpered.

You looked up at him- with a smile breaking out into tears ago.

What happened after that was quick. He untied you, stuck you in the bathtub and let the shower head soak you as he went to clean up your kitchen as best he could, getting rid of the body and the car he came in. He let your pet back inside which gave you a lot of comfort before you rejoined him in the kitchen, wearing a fluffy bathrobe. You had a towel placed on your thigh to stop the bleeding and Toby was able to sow up your leg- using his own experience from showing up his own wounds, and yet, after he finished tending to you, you had such an empty look in your eyes.

You wanted the truth from him, no more lies.

He spilled everything, he was a deluded murderer- he killed his father and set his neighborhood on fire, he came into the service of the operator where their sole purpose is to make sacrifices in his name- how… he was planning to kill you tonight. He couldn’t lie to you, not anymore.

You were clearly taken aback- sitting on your couch and staring into space, holding your pet close to you before asking him if any of your interactions were real- was he just trying to get close to you so she would kill you.

He remembers grabbing your hands, he would never hurt you, after tonight, seeing you like that killed him so much, he never wanted to see you hurt or scared again.

You ask him to leave your house and to give you a week to think.

He obeys but not without checking his phone every five minutes- he never wanted you to hate him but if you hated him- he couldn’t live with himself. To think the only girl he ever came to care about and he fucked it up for what?

He got sloppy with his missions- targets nearly escaped and he had to hunt them down and kill them before they got away. So much so, his master confronted him about his work. And what made things worse- Slender had known about you all along. Whiched confused Toby, but his master’s reply was simple.

“I care not for your relationships outside of work but it is your job to make sure those who know of your work are kept to be indiscretion. If indulging in the flesh and company of a female is what will keep you at the top of your game- then let it be so- but if she tells anyone about you or the others…. I will dispatch her myself.”

Finally a week went by before you called again, when he came to your home- the kitchen smelt of chemicals- fresh pain and cleaning materials to remove the stains and the smell. It irritated his nose but you looked more angry. You had been through all the motions over the past week.

He asks if you and him were over and you tell him it depends on what he says.

He felt as if he was walking on thin ice before he sat down across from you. You ask if it was always his intention to kill you. He refutes this- you were always more of a curiosity, he didn’t understand why you had treated him so nicely even though he was a stranger, someone who you didn’t know. That made you even angrier, claiming it was called basic decency- that not everyone is a horrible judgemental human being- you were nice and kind to him because that's how you were with everyone- despite his disfigurement. You were hurt because of how he automatically assumed the worst of you when you met.

You also bring up the fact that he was watching you which surprised him. But you reminded him that you had a stalker before you had come to the countryside so you had recognised when someone was watching you. He admitted to watching you from afar and to looking at your private information. You had to get up from your seat- your face red with anger, betrayed at the fact that the one friend you thought you had made would do something so underhanded. That it disgusted you.

Yet- you couldn’t completely dismiss the fact that he did save you from being raped and murdered.

He asked what that guy was about. You explained that you met him at a company dinner where he asked you out, you had no objections but he brought you on super expensive dinners and good gifts like jewellery and bouquets of flowers- practically showering you with affection. That's when you knew something was up. Because if something was too good to be true, it probably is, which is why you did a deep dive into your date’s background when you found out he was married with children.

You had urged him to go back to his wife and both of you forget your affair ever existed- even though you never slept with him thank god- but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He would show up at your house at ungodly hours and send gifts to your work. You made several complaints but no one ever took you seriously. You had a doorbell camera installed at your old residences and in one video- he left a dead bird at your door and only then people had started to take you seriously but by then- the bird was the last straw and you wanted out as fast as you could. 

You asked Toby what his angle was- you had been through enough shit as it was and if he was gonna do anything to disturb the peace you fought so hard for in your life.

He promised he had no desire to hurt you but you reminded him he came to your home that night armed and ready- if that man had not been there, torturing you- what would he have done?

He didn’t know how to answer- but he knew that no matter what, he couldn’t lose you, but what could he say? What could he say…?

“Toby… I think you should leave-”

“I l-love you.” 

His lips moved on their own, he couldn’t control his words, his voice- they forced themselves out of his mouth. You stared at him with disbelief in your eyes. “You love me? How can you say that- I don’t…”

“I screwed up…. But give me a chance… I will make it up to you for the rest of my life if that what it takes”

You didn’t want to believe him, he’s done a lot of terrible things in order to be close to you, how safe were you with him near and yet….. Just by looking at him, you can tell he’s never had a genuine relationship in his life. He was a sad….lonely…and miserable boy with not a hope in the world.

But…. you were just as alone as him. Both of you sat in that darkness- with only each other and no other person to support either of you.

SFW HEADCANONS

You wanted to start off your relationship slowly with him- if he really wanted to be with you, he would have to work to earn your trust back. Which is easier said than done, so you laid your ground rules. First and foremost- boundaries. No more was Toby going to sneak around your home nor snoop like a creep. He is to keep his nose out of your computer, phone, documents- anything confidential! If he wants to visit, he will do so during the day and he will text you beforehand and not show up randomly. 

When you found out he was the servant of this demon- god- whatever it was- you didn’t want to know. It was hard enough to stomach that he would come and go, after potentially hurting and murdering a lot of people. He would tell you these people were the scum of society- but it didn’t help to stomach it any easier. Toby could do as he pleases- just as long as he didn’t bring it to your home.

Also, he was no longer allowed anywhere near your pet after finding out he would take them just to gain your trust, and you were keeping an extra close eye on your engine. As much as Toby hated the fact he was now walking on eggshells around you- he would rather this never never speak to you again.

When he was allowed to come over- you never left his sight and you never left his. If you were gardening, he would do his best to help you- but he mostly stuck to cutting up your firewood and what not. You always made him a meal when he came over and he was always happy to eat what you made, in fact, he believed he had gained more muscle by eating your foods. But you would always make him something sweet as well.

You also did more research on his conditions as well- seeing what you could do to help better accommodate him- Toby wasn’t on any medication, he stopped any medication the day he killed his family. As worrying as that was, it wasn’t like you could make him take meds- but the specific meds he would need would have to be prescribed by a doctor and as far as anyone was concerned, Toby was dead.

You two would watch movies, play some games and sometimes, Toby would take you hiking. You visited many places where you two could sit and have lunch together- it was a nice peace.

Sooner or later, you two got to talking about each other’s past. Toby told you all about his childhood, how everyone would bully him because his tourette syndrome, how they used to beat him up but because of his CIPA, he could never feel anything, but he could feel shame because he knew they were hurting him- calling him names, like ‘Ticci’ Toby because of his ticks. And to reinforce that- sometimes he would flinch when you put your hand on him before you said anything.

To that end- you thought that physical touch was not something that he wanted, so you refrained from touching him for a while- but he hated that. He wanted you to touch him- because he would never feel comfortable with anyone else touching him. It started with you two holding hands, the rough skin of his fingers rubbing against your smooth ones.

He liked to be held and to hold you. Sometimes, when you're at the kitchen, he’ll come up behind you and loop his arms around your waist while burying his head between your neck. When you watch movies, he likes to lay his head on your lap while you run your soft fingers through his hair.

Your first kiss with him was not what you had expected- he and you had taken a trip down to a nearby lake where you rented a boat. He rowed you both out while the sun shone down on the pair of you, it was a lovely day. You decided to give Toby a peck on the cheek and he looked shocked.

For a moment, you thought you messed up before he grabbed your face and pulled his lips towards yours. You remember gasping his name as he sucked on your face as you both fell to the floor of the boat with Toby on top of you.

Toby didn’t have a lot of experience with kissing, so it was up to you to teach him how to kiss. It was awkward- teaching a guy to kiss- but Toby often gets carried away with his kisses. He kisses you everywhere that has skin exposed, your face, your neck, your fingers- your legs.

When you finally came back from the lake, your neck was full of bitemarks and hickies from Toby’s love attacks.

Toby became even bolder and bolder with his affections- he was a quick learner.

NSFW HEADCANONS 

Oooooh boy, figured we get here eventually.

Toby didn’t have kissing experience prior to meeting you, what makes you think he has any sexual experience?

He doubts masterbation counts. Fuck, he has alot of porn back at his main hideout- he has needs but no one to release them on. Sure- he's a proxy and there have been many female victims- but the thought of forcing himself on someone makes him sick- despite his twisted sense of morality.

Though, he is a bit of a voyeur if you're really asking. He stalks his victims, sometimes those victims will be busy knocking boots with one another- and you. 

He has tried to wipe that night from his mind- you were in the privacy of your bedroom, your curtains were closed but he was able to see all your actions through the crack of your curtain. He wanted to touch you down there as well and after a while of dating, you believed you were ready.

You told Toby to come over and when he was on his way, you got ready. You had a previous hunch he had seen you changing and massaging your sweet spot- although you had dealt with enough stalker business- the thought of Toby watching you? You would lie, it turned you on.

Imagine Toby’s face when he comes into your home and finds you on your bed, black lacy panties and bra, and when he stood there, you told him to stay. Spreading your legs, your fingers tracing your pussy through the thin silk of your underwear. You could hear his breath hitch before you snuck your fingers inside, playing with your clit as you stuck your fingers inside your heated walls.

Toby looked like a man in the desert, thirsty for water while you slipped a tit out of your bra, it pebbled at the cold air as you gave it a slight pinch, making your core tighten as you repeated a single word.

“Toby….Toby….oh Toby!”

You made him absolutely feral, he practically lunged at you, ripping your bra off your body as you went for your tits.

Toby loves your tits, if there were ever a perfect stress toy, if it would be them, they just fit so snuggly in his hands, he loves seeing the reactions you make as he pinches at your nipples, bites them, flicks at them with his tongue.

This boy has a lot of pent up energy, a lot of pent up libido, you were both each others’ first and you know how they say the first is the worst?  That couldn’t have been any more false. Toby had you dripping before sinking his cock inside you. Not only did you get super worked up after he bullied your titties- he wanted to taste your cunt. He always wondered what pussy tastes like.- he even said this to you as he pulled your hips up, his arms wrapped around your torso before going tongue first. He had your legs suspended in the air with the way he helped you and there was no escaping his grip. He was a man on a mission, his tongue wiggling around in your cunny like an alien object while you grabbed at your sheets.

Toby’s penis is a wonderful size and shape, six inches- a good width that curved upward, uncircumcised of course. Toby never thought much of his penis- he hated looking at it- there was a time where after gym class, the boys in the locker room stole his gym clothes and ripped his towel off him- he was a kid a time and he remember their jeers clearly- making fun of the size of his dick while some took photos. ((They’re dead now.))

He hesitated for a bit but when he finally started fucking you, he swore he saw stars in your eyes. “Yes Toby! Oh- fuck! Toby- you’re filling me up so good! Give me more Toby- please!”

He gained back a confidence he didn’t realise he had or needed.

Your first time was vanilla, just him on top of you while he fucked his cock back into your cunny over and over again as tears weld up in your eyes from the sheer fullness of him

With it, came a sort of dominance he displayed over you- he loved seeking you weak from pleasure- he loved your submission, the control he had over you.

“You're mine, do you understand… this little pussy belongs to me.” He would snarl in your ear while fingering your pussy. He can be quite mean, he likes to call you his slut while making you masterbate in front of him- you recently invested in a vibrator and you’ll sit there, legs spread and cum as many times as he wants- whether you're over stimulated or not, even go as far as to slap that pussy after its all red, swollen and dripping with yours and his spent.

When he comes to your home and you're doing ordinary things, you're the one incharge, he’s the one who can’t put a foot wrong, but in the bedroom, he’s in charge and you have to watch yourself. Speaking of submission, he loves seeing you tied up, he loves your tiny body against his. He’ll fuck you everywhere he can, on the bed, against the wall, on the floor, on the sick counter, in your shower. He even once got you outside of the grass where he fucked you into the dirt.

But he’s not entirely ruthless, he’ll run you a bath while you hydrate yourself with some water. Because of his CIPA, he doesn’t really feel hot or cold so one time, afterwards, he tried to put you in a bath- you screamed your head off because the water was too hot- but he’s gotten better at evening out the temperature. He’ll sit with you in the bath and wash your hair while your relax against his chest

He’ll change your sheets and dress you up in airy pajamas before tucking both himself and you into bed, big spooning you with his head buried in your neck.

“You're my home now (Y/n).... so please…. Don’t ever leave me.”

[creature-wizard]

It's important to understand that supporting people and fighting for their rights doesn't mean believing all of the narratives they tell themselves to cope with their struggles and trauma.

You can support abuse survivors without believing that narcissistic abuse is real. You don't need to believe in narcissistic abuse to believe in helping survivors find safety and healing.

You can support women without believing that men have an innate drive to exploit women. You don't need to believe that men are all evil monsters to believe in protecting no-fault divorce, creating trans-inclusive spaces, and everything that ensures women have autonomy and access to everything they need.

Today I saw a Black person trying to explain racism through a eugenicist narrative. This person was claiming that a desire to oppress Black people has evolved into white people's genes. This is an understandable attempt to make sense of Black people's experiences, but it's just straight up pseudoscientific and wrong. And I don't have to believe in it to believe that Black people deserve freedom, safety, and access to education.

So yeah, always use your critical thinking skills and be sure to differentiate between supporting people's right to safety, access, and support, and uncritically believing all of the narratives they tell themselves to explain their problems.

[tothelasthoursofmylife]

Countess Cloudia Phantomhive and Victorian Inheritance Customs

With the snippet of the Phantomhive family tree now having been shown in the anime, I decided to make a little post to hopefully answer some of the questions that might come up!

Could a 19th-century English noblewoman...

... inherit her family estate? Yes, she could.

There was no law that stipulated that someone had to bequeath their possessions (estate, wealth) to a male relative. The rich and the noble wanted to protect their possessions, of course, and created wills that ensured that their estates and wealth would not fall into just anyone's hands but remained securely within their (close) family. If there was no close male relative (or none they wished to make their inheritor), it was not uncommon for people to will their possessions to a close female relative instead.

In Jane Eyre (1847), she famously inherits her paternal uncle's entire wealth of 20,000 pounds (the book is set sometime during George III's late reign, making the last possible (full) year 1819; this would make her inheritance 2,32 million pounds nowadays (she only keeps £5,000 = £580,000)) because he chose to will it to her, overlooking, i.a., a nephew simply because he once had a terrible fight with said nephew's father (his brother-in-law/his sister's husband). In The Tenant of Wildfell Hall (1848), Helen is the heiress to her uncle's fortune, not her brother (who inherited their father's estate already). Wuthering Heights' (1847) Catherine Linton (Catherine Earnshaw's daughter) was the heir of Thrushcross Grange.

Female heiresses were not restricted to fiction though:

(Women and Marriage in Nineteenth-Century England by Joan Perkin; Ch.3)

The rich and the noble had access to a private law system that was administered by the Court of Equity. This allowed noblewomen to have their own estates and incomes, albeit secured by trust funds/trustees. This system protected their inherited family wealth from their husbands even under coverture. (While single women, feme soles, could possess their own property, they would usually lose all rights to it to their husbands upon marriage because of coverture laws. The trust system prevented this.)

Marriage settlements (marriage contracts that, due to their complexity, could only be afforded by the rich) could also protect the daughters of noble and/or wealthy families as they, i.a., stipulated how much money she would receive monthly or annually (pin money), and how much money she would receive upon her husband's death.

(Courtship and Marriage in Victorian England by Jennifer Phegley; Ch. 1)

This was the best case scenario for women of the upper classes (and the wealthy middle class).

(Feminism, Marriage, and the Law in Victorian England by Mary Lyndon Shanley; Ch. 1)

Nevertheless, the rich knew how to protect their wealth, then as now. The aforementioned private laws also helped to pave the way for women of all social classes and statuses to have their own possessions.

Little excursus:

Their vast fortunes also granted certain freedoms to rich heiresses, i.a., the freedom to choose a husband as they pleased. After all, they did not have to think about "making a good match" anymore. They were themselves filthy rich already after all! The fact that their wealth was protected also kept them safer from vultures.

(Women and Marriage in Nineteenth-Century England by Joan Perkin; Ch.3)

"Love" emerged as a reason for marriage in the late 18th century and became more common and popular throughout the 19th.

(Love as Passion: The Codification of Intimacy by Niklas Luhmann; Ch. 14)

However, that never stopped matrimony from being a serious business. No matter what, many people put a lot of care and thought into deciding who to marry. After all, divorces were an expensive hassle until 1857 (previously, one needed a costly Act of Parliament to obtain a divorce, and the process of obtaining a divorce was particularly difficult for women too: between 1827 and 1857 only three divorces that were petitioned by women were granted; the Matrimonial Causes Act of 1857 established a civil divorce court and expanded the rights of women). It was easier for rich women to choose to marry for love; still, many opted to remain cautious nonetheless.

(For example, what about the children one might have within a marriage? Upon a wedded union's dissolution, women had difficulties getting custody of their own children. The Custody of Infants Act 1839 allowed women to petition for custody of their children if they were 7 or under. It took until 1873, with the Infant Custody Act, for the age to be lifted from 7 to 16. It also removed the 1839 Act's stipulation that she would not be given custody if she had committed adultery. Before 1839, the father always got full custody. Caroline Norton believed she made a "good match," only to get stuck with an abusive husband who, i.a., beat her and did not let her access their children upon their separation for years.)

... keep her surname?/give her surname to her husband? Yes, she could.

The nobility and the rich, naturally, were very attached to their surnames. After all, it was their family marker, and they were proud of their family history, may it be because they came from a long line of nobles and/or because their ancestor created the family business that gave them their wealth.

When there was no (suitable) close male heir and a female one was chosen instead, the question arose, "what of the family name?" Women often took their husbands' surname upon marriage after all; in this case, however, it might mean the "end" of their old, history-charged and/or important family name.

So, people simply decreed in their wills that, whoever their heiress married, would have to take her surname upon marriage.

Further, men who wanted to marry rich heiresses, of course, thought the wedding to be an honour and did not want to offend their powerful and wealthy in-laws. They, thus, often chose to hyphenate their surname with their wife's. (And the more important surnames you can show off, the better too!)

(Women and Marriage in Nineteenth-Century England by Joan Perkin; Ch.3)

Some examples:

Charles William Stewart took his wife's surname Vane (not even hyphenated!! it fully "replaced" his) when they got married in 1819 because Frances Vane was a rich heiress and her father stipulated in his will that her future husband had to take her surname, period.

In 1811, John Ward changed his surname to Ward-Boughton-Leigh after marrying Theodosia de Malsburgh Boughton-Leigh. "Boughton" is the maiden name of Theodosia's mother, "Leigh" her father's surname. She was the only heir to the fortunes of both her parents, so all families had to be honoured.

The marquessate of Salisbury belongs to the Gascoyne-Cecil family. Up until 1821, the family name was just Cecil. "Gascoyne" comes from Frances Gascoyne who married James Cecil; James hyphenated his surname with hers. She brought a considerable "Liverpool fortune" into the family. The Cecils were (and are!) very powerful and they still changed their surname.

Men also retroactively changed their surnames to their wives' maiden name if she suddenly received a great inheritance. (This could lead to some fun names like "Cresswell Cresswell.")

... hold a noble title in her own right? Yes, she could.

Henrietta Godolphin was the Duchess of Marlborough in her own right (suo jure) because of an act of parliament in 1706. (Her younger brother was meant to inherit the title but he died before their father and it went to her instead.) Henrietta's eldest son William became heir apparent to her dukedom (and his father's earldom, but that would only have been a "secondary" title because dukes > earls). Unfortunately, her son predeceased her, and the title went to her nephew instead.

This was not the first or last case of a woman holding a title in her own right. The Wikipedia article on suo jure lists more such cases.

Also: Vincent and Francis are full siblings! (Yana's tweet/Ducky's translation)

No matter whether Cloudia was married to Cedric or not, Vincent and Francis would never be bastards and always legitimate children in the face of the law.

*Note: Laws on women's property rights/custody/divorce/etc. changed multiple times throughout the 19th century; their effects on women also differed amongst the different social classes. As this post is about Cloudia's (possible) situation, it mostly deals with laws and such that would have applied to her as a noblewoman (late 18th to mid-19th century/1866).

A chronology on English marriage law:

(Courtship and Marriage in Victorian England by Jennifer Phegley)

[bitofflare]

Have another CRK Swap type AU.

Souljam Swap.

But like, the characters all keep the same roles.

So like Dark Cacao has Apathy, but is an Ancient, went to the dark flour war, fought, Ect. He tamed the two dragons.

CRK BEAST YEAST 10 SPOILERS AHEAD!! Minor but still.

So a lot would be the same or similar to canon. But changing the souljams does cause a lot of issues. Like how would each work as good/bad? Why would the beasts have the side that sounds better?

Mystic Flour is not too difficult. Turning everything to flour, believing it’s right, it’s her resolution. So what if she’s alone with only a few cookies remain, she has already decided her ways.

Burning Spice takes abundance to an extreme, not caring about the lives of spices and cookies, as long as he keeps the treasures he have, valuing them more. But the treasures are no longer helping him through. Maybe fighting his other half, give a bit of risk to it..

Shadow Milk tells the truth, the very cruel truths, enjoying how the other cookies are affected when unsaid words gets under their dough. He is brutally honest, telling the cookies what they don’t want to hear.

Eternal Sugar has passion for her garden, making the other cookies in a state of fake happiness and fake passion. She gives them what they are ‘most passionate about’. Those who try to leave must try to deal with the many monsters on the outside. How tragic. A place perfect for her other half (who she is passionate about)!!

Silent Salt, well wouldn’t be called that anymore. I’m going with destructive freedom of speech for now. There are protests and such, but they would take it too far. Sometimes crumbling a cookie for something, or hiding how they feel. (JUST THOUGHTS!!)

Now onto the ancients!

Dark Cacao already feels apathy to me, but his apathy makes him a good judge and leader. Not caring for another cake hound crumbling, not having anything to stand in his way to seal the dragons away so they will stop fighting. He is calculative. He can work this through.

Golden Cheese as Destruction is weird, so this is mostly me sprouting some non-sense. So she is destructive, unyielding. She use her destructive tendencies to protect those she cares for the most. Destruction acting more for protecting. Controlled destruction, because everything needs to destroy something in their lives. She just wish it didn’t have to be her kingdom.

Pure Vanilla, holder of truth- wait a moment. Pure Vanilla often use white lies, softer lies to help cookies feel better. He will save all he can and be the greatest healer in all of Earthbred. So what if he continues to lie about what his souljam is so they will trust him further? So what if he takes on a couple disguises to heal more cookies, as well as take care of their mental health. He often falls into doubt, most often towards himself. Who would care about Pure Vanilla’s mental health anyways? Not Pure Vanilla!

Hollyberry knows work needs to be done, but there’s also time for breaks. As the ancient of sloth, she knows cookies need to take breaks so times. On adventures she would convince her companions to have periodic breaks to do what they want for a bit before continuing. It increase motivation when you get back to whatever. So what if she needs a giant break from Queen duty so she runs away? So what if she is hardly sober in her own kingdom? That’s fine. She’s totally fine! Not like the others can tell! (Pure Vanilla can, but he’s afraid would trap himself in his lies and they find out.)

White Lily is more of a listener. As silence, I’m taking it as hiding away. She hardly even talk about her problems or how she feels. She would much rather listen to the other’s issues and give a small bit of input when they need. She has also literally been silenced, never to say what she seen at the witches’ banquet. She may never get to share what she knows. She struggles to let people into her heart. Only her closest friends may know what she feels inside, and her opinions.

So most canon somewhat stays the same.

So

Beast yeast, right?

It starts the same, as the Brave Gang knows Pure Vanilla as the Ancient of Truth. They crash into Beast Yeast, and meet Caramillion Cookie (I can’t spell that one). They find the light of silence and Pure Vanilla learns what White Lily’s been hiding from everyone. Of course he blames himself. He soon meets the fairies and Elder Fairy. Elder Fairy asks Pure Vanilla if he really had the light of truth, because in his story Shadow Milk is left with the light of truth. And Pure Vanilla, for the first time is caught in this lie. Either way, Elder Fairy trusts Pure Vanilla, and they wake up White Lily. Elder Fairy sacrifices himself after Shadow Milk gets out, and starts the game show. Pure Vanilla knows everything the milky cookie says is true. After a threat, White Lily activates her new guardian powers, resealing the tree. Later she confronts Pure Vanilla, who only admits to the listener, how he lied, and really holds the souljam of deceit.

Mystic Flour can only make cookies with desires into flour. So she gets her other half to desire the cookies. Desire something. Dark Cacao results in losing the small bit of desire he has left, only focused on his duty as king to stop the plague. Yes dragons come out and start fighting, but he awakens, forcing the dragons to follow the calculated one.

Burning Spice always believed his other half may come and try to destroy his treasures. So he calls upon his spice army to fight Golden Cheese and Smoked Cheese. After a while, Golden Cheese and Burning Spice fight, and Golden Cheese gets taken down after destroying a rock that was barreling towards a kid! Soon enough Golden Cheese and Smoked Cheese gets captured. Burning Spice now feeling like he needs an abundance of these fights. Golden cheese manage to destroy the lock enough to leave. And back to fighting, and Golden Cheese Awakens, beating Burning Spice as his temple crumbles to the ground. Burning Spice is now angry at her for ‘trying to destroy his treasures’.

The moment Shadow Milk sees his other half at the spire, is the moment he knew what he should do. Force his other half towards the brutal truth! How fun! He will proceed to torture Pure Vanilla mentally while the group(Gingerbrave, Wizard, Strawberry) is running in circles. Candy Apples tells them that. Pure Vanilla, already regretting some of his lies and not mentally okay in the first place, after what feels like hours, allows himself to fall into the truth. The forbidden knowledge, and knowledge of the world permanently eating away at him. Then Shadow Milk tests how truthful the previous deceitful cookie is. The deceit souljam corrupting, and the trio tries to help the vanilla cookie. In the end, Vanilla tricks Shadow Milk at his own game of truth. Ending with wanting to be Shadow Milk’s friend, but how would the beast know if his other half is lying? Curse him.

When Hollyberry went searching for Pure Vanilla, she found the garden of working cookies, their passions changed, to be forever happy. Hollyberry realize how over worked the cookies are. But the others don’t dare to leave, as monsters will attack, plus they’re ‘happy’ there. Eventually she face the Sugar cookie, and fights against her, telling her how the cookies needs breaks and some negativity is ok, it makes real happiness. No cookie can be forever happy. Of course, the result is the same as in canon.

I can’t do White Lily and Silent Salt, because that one’s not out yet.

ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!! PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU WANT MORE OF THIS AU!!

[dykedvonte]

I think depictions of Anya being cruel to Curly or drawing out his suffering are artful and chilling but completely miss the point of the story and her character.

I'm not saying she doesn't deserve to have that "I told you so" moment with him but not in something callous or cold. Even if that is how it happened, she'd immediately feel guilty cause at that point she's not tormenting her tormenter or even the person truly at fault. She's doing something cathartic, similar to how Jimmy likely hits Curly to release rage he can't against the rest of the crew. She'd see herself as no different when she'd come back from the moment and see Curly cowering at her. She wants someone to take responsibility but how does being cruel to the defenseless help? Why would she want the power Jimmy has over her over Curly?

The idea of her extending someone else's pain is just so against the struggles she already faces and how she can't even bring herself to cause someone pain even to help them. Her very desire is to release herself from her own suffering and I doubt she'd even fine some sort of guilty release in being cruel to another.

[dinosaurwithablog]

Truth! 👊🏻👊🏼👊🏽👊🏾👊🏿 Power to the people!!

[vaguely-concerned]

bunter keeping peter from being swallowed up by an evil bog with the kind of hysterical strength otherwise only known by mothers deadlifting cars to save their tender babes is something that can actually be so personal

[dinosaurwithablog]

She is right. Does anyone remember how this country started? We escaped a tyrannical government to protect our people, our rights, and our freedom. We fought against oppression to get liberty and justice for all. How did we end up back where we started? Why aren't people fighting for what's right? Our forefathers gave us this beautiful country and they gave us our freedom. What's going on is reprehensible. What's even more shocking and reprehensible is that those who we elected to represent us and take care of us are just sitting there doing nothing. Apathy makes them just as responsible and guilty of the crimes being committed on people, justice, and the Constitution. It's time to speak up and speak LOUDLY and take our country back NOW!! I want my country back, don't you? I want to uphold the Constitution, don't you? I want to restore democracy, don't you? Let's take action and do it NOW!!

Same.

[off-color-darkrai]

Every single time I see some person in the Transformers Fandom trying to convince me "Well actually, both sides are equally as bad":

[meglyfer]

Again, chapter 4 spoilers under the cut

(tags added by @charafansmile)

No, no, acutally, you are so right and I agree with most of it

When I mentioned the overprotection I was referrencing how Toriel would put parent control over TV channels, hide away treats Kris isn't supposed to eat much of, walking to school by holding their hand. All of these attitudes are things you'd do with a child as they are young and need protection, protection from the scary or innapropriate channels, from eating too many treats and getting sick, from walking away on their own and getting lost or hurt

However, it is also true that Toriel seems to give Kris more freedom when they are with friends. Part of this is of course because it is mentioned that Kris doesn't have many friends, so Toriel wouldn't want to get in the middle and ruin this for them. But I also believe that she is okay with this because she thinks their friends will keep them safe in her place

I see Toriel as someone who has been overprotective of her children since they were young, but is trying to let go of this trait of hers, after all her eldest son is in college, and the one she's got at home is already a teenager. She wants to let Kris do their life, she wants to give them the freedom other people their age have, but she's still so worried of what could happen to them. Only when friends entered the picture has she allowed herself to relax, as they can take her place in protecting Kris, and maybe these interactions will also serve as a learning moment for both of them to figure out what is best for them

Chapter 4 spoilers under the cut because some people are pissing me the fuck off

Oh my fucking god, these people will literally see Asgore being emotionaly neglectful of his child, put on Kris the weight of trying to get back to Toriel, and on at least one occasion is shown to completely ignore Kris on the scene to focus only on Toriel and beg her to come back, and people will say that he's such a loving dad! He may have his flaws, but he's trying his best and that's what counts! Isn't he such a nice guy guys?

Toriel on the other hand, she gets a little drunk ONCE and is compared to ALCOHOLIC ABUSIVE PARENTS

Toriel forgets to check up on Kris at night because she's distracted ONCE and she is suddendly AN EXTREMELY IRRESPONSIBLE AND NEGLECTFUL PARENT (never mind the fact that we see in the whole fucking game that her flaw is over protection)

Toriel decides to hang out with a friend and have a drink with him ONCE and be seen by Kris, and suddendly SHE'S TRAUMATISING THEM?????? (Yes, I've seen people say this)

So, when Asgore is depicted to be a bad parent in all four chapters, he's doing his best, but when Toriel is a bad parent in just one segment of a chapter, she's suddendly the fucking antichrist

God forbid an adult decides to get a little drunk in the safety of her home

God forbid a person is distracted and doesn't realise how late it was

God forbid a person decides to have a drink with a friend, and their child walks into the room and feels a bit uncomfortable

If y'all are reacting like this towards Toriel for things she's done just ONE TIME, then you should pick up the phone and start calling child support on so many people, because I assure you YOUR PARENTS have done this, YOUR FRIENDS' PARENTS have done this, YOUR AUNTS AND UNCLES, GRANDPARENTS, HECK, REPORT ON MY WHOLE FUCKING FAMILY, TORIEL IN THAT ONE SCENE IS MY EXTENDED FAMILY ON A CHRISTMAS PARTY

Call me crazy, but I think this is because of misogyny. A man is depicted multiple times being a bad father? No, it's okay actually, because he's doing his best. A woman is depicted being a bad mother once? No, disgusting, absolutely terrible, she should be killed actually

I want to clarify, I don't want this post to look like an attack on Asgore as, despite the flaws that I've already mention, people are right when they say that he's trying his best, and that he loves his children (these doesn't cancel out his wrongs thought). However, I had to mention him and show his bad doings because the same people who speak the worst of Toriel in this chapter will say these nice things of Asgore, but won't let Toriel have the same opportunity to be seen as someone who messed up but is trying her best

Also, if you're going to point out Toriel's flaws as a mother then talk about her over protection, like, it is RIGHT THERE, we've seen it since CHAPTER ONE, don't talk about things that happened ONCE and could happen to ANYONE

[dinosaurwithablog]

We, the people, should listen to Abe. Let's protect our Constitution... let's protect our country... let's protect our people... let's protect our rights... let's stand by our allies... let's do the right thing... let's get rid of those who pervert our Constitution... let's do it now, shall we?

[dinosaurwithablog]

FDR said it all... I couldn't have said it any better myself. Thank you all, and bless you all... ❤️🤍💙🙏🏼

[transformativeworks]

To the people in the OTW Tumblr Inbox asking about how the OTW is responding to the American Election.

This is a separate post (and not a response to a specific message) because we all need to see it.

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[dinosaurwithablog]

Thank you for your service and your sacrifice. I love this country very, very much. You protected my family, and for that, I am forever indebted to you and your families. Bless you all, and thank you so very much... 💜💜💜🫂🫂🫂