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ailithnight · 2 years ago

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Okay, so, Brain Dead rejected soulmate AU but Danny is the one who rejected Tim.

Let's say in this world that there are many types of soul bonds.

You've got your standard and fairly common First Words and Skin Art.

Then you've got less common things like Shared Dreams, Colorblind Until You Meet, and Red String.

And then you've got the very rare Telepathic Bond and Empathic Bond.

Finally, there's the ultra rare, one in a million, Shared Pain* soul bonds. It helps that the flip side of this particular bond means Shared Comforts**, but still, it is not the kind of bond people hope for.

Naturally, Fenton luck dictates that this is what Danny (and by extension, his soulmate) gets stuck with.

And at first it's fine. Like, bumps and scrapes happen but it's no big deal. Then the bullying starts and Danny feels a bit guilty that his soulmate has to deal with it by proxy.

But, Danny learns how to minimize damage. And the way Danny can feel his soulmate gentle nursing the pains when he can't, indulging in extra comforts for the both of them, makes Danny think that maybe it's okay.

After all, if it was really to much, Danny's soulmate would have already rejected him.

And when Danny's soulmate starts getting a bit more roughed up when they're 13, naturally Danny returns the favor; never wishing to sever the bond, only wishing he could prevent the pain all together.

Then Danny turns 14.

Then Danny dies. But survives.

He cries that night, his soulmate desperately trying to push comfort through their bond while all Danny can think about is how he shouldn't have gone in that portal. He shouldn't have been so reckless. He should have PROTECTED them.

And to top it all off, suddenly he's not just Dash's personal punching bag. No, there's a whole host of ghostly rogues that like to come bother Danny. And maybe it was still okay when it was just ectopusses or Lunch Lady or Boxy.

But as more and more powerful ghosts come through, as the fights get harder and Danny takes more damage, the guilt over what he's subjecting his soulmate to eats at him.

And after Danny meets Vlad, the first enemy he faces that he really can't beat, he makes the decision. This isn't going to end. These fights, these pains...

Someday he's going to face an enemy that is going to grind him into the dirt. That's going to kill him again, probably slowly and unpleasantly, and Danny already subjected his soulmate to one death, he refuses to put him through another.

So Danny mentally reaches deep inside himself, real hands placing themselves above his heart.

Feeling around for the source of that gentle warmth his soulmate is pushing through their bond.

He finds it, grasping with imaginary hands while his real ones clench the fabric of his shirt.

Feels the way the warmth stutters. The sharp jolt of pain on his elbow as his soulmate probably knocks it when he realizes what Danny is doing.

Danny pays it no mind. He holds the bond between then tightly; tears welling up in his eyes as phantom arms wrap around himself, his soulmate's desperate plea for Danny not to do what he's about to.

Danny yanks, physical hands all but tearing the shirt off his chest as mental ones rip the bond from his and his soulmate's hearts.

The last pain they'll ever share comes crashing into him, the distinct Rejection scar crackling across his chest not unlike the Lichtenburg on his arm.

It hurts, but less than dying had.

Then the pain is gone. Or rather, that pain is gone.

The dull aches from the fight with Plasmius throb and a part Danny finds himself missing the soothing comforts his soulmate had provided him, emptiness filling the space they used to occupy.

But another part of Danny, the part that is more ghost than human, swells with pride knowing he has protected his soulmate from Danny's own inevitable fate.

As Danny inspects Rejection spidering out from his heart, a strange hollow giddiness settles in his stomach. It makes him giggle.

His brain notes that if Dash ever sees this, he'll assume he finally succeeded in making Danny's soulmate reject him.

Danny giggles harder.

Not that Danny will correct him. Or his friends or his sister when they find out for that matter. They worry enough about him as is. They don't need to know just how far Danny is willing to go to protect the people he loves.

He's stifling laughter now, trying not to wake the neighbors.

Sitting alone on the roof of Fentonworks at 3 in the morning, Danny laughs until he sobs, then laughs and sobs until he can't breathe, then laughs and sobs and struggles to breathe until a light blue mist comes gasping past he lips.

His hysterics taper of and he lets the now familiar cold feeling of his ghost form spread across his body, pausing only for a second when he notices the new spiderwebbing across the chest of his hazmat suit, just a shade darker than the rest of the black material.

Oh well. It's not too noticeable and if some sees it he can just pretend it was always there. Just like he's going to pretend the emptiness in his heart was always there. Where it belongs.

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Tim is at the Bat Computer desperately searching for any kind of clue who and where his soulmate is.

Of course, Tim had searched before, been searching basically since grade school when it became clear his soulmate was dealing with either bullying or an abusive home.

But Tim's efforts had tripled lately. Ever since that fateful day 4 months ago when he'd practically had a seizure in the middle of family dinner.

It had felt like he was dying, the echos of electric shocks up his arm and into his heart coming through his soul bonds. Followed soon after by the sense of something terrifying and foreign opening up in his chest and forcing its way into every molecule of his body.

Tim is pretty sure he screamed.

It was several minutes before the sensations ended and a strange coldness filled his being. For a minute, Tim was terrified his soulmate had died, until the cold retreated to a place just beside his heart and phantom hands could be felt trying to comfort and soothe.

At the time, Tim thought that would be that. Some kind of terrible accident. A story his soulmate would tell him when they finally found each other.

But that wasn't that.

It started with that strange coldness never leaving the space beside his heart. Then sometimes the coldness would spread, filling his whole body for brief periods of time. Then those periods of time started to come with some kind of pain. A scrape, a bruise, sore muscles.

The kind of injuries Tim got on patrol as Robin.

Which was something he'd not been allowed to do near as much since the aftermath of that dinner when Bruce had learned what kind soul bond Tim had.

"Tim, you can't keep throwing yourself into the line of fire. It's bad enough when you get hurt, but for your soulmate to have to suffer too?"

Stupid Bruce and his stupid rules. Tim and his soulmate had been fine before, thank you very much. And it wasn't Robin that got struck by lightning or something. Tim really isn't sure what kind of accident would result in the things he had felt that night, but electrocution is at least part of it.

But since then, Tim's soulmate had been getting more and more injuries at any and all hours of the day. If Tim had been worried before distressed now. Something had happened and now Tim's soulmate who was already dealing with something before now seemed to be in constant danger. Tim needs to find them, needs to help them, make them safe.

He doesn't look, doesn't take his eyes off the news articles on the screen as a presence appears behind him. No 2 presences. And the elevator dings bringing a third. But Tim keeps scanning articles, looking for some clue about a kid getting electrocuted and a town gaining a young vigilante shortly after.

A heavy hand lands on his shoulder, gravelly voice speaking in gentle tones. "It's almost 4am son." Tim doesn't respond. Bruce sighs and spins the chair around. Dick and Alfred are both there looking concerned and stern respectively. "It's bed time."

"My soulmate is in trouble. They're not safe. I need to find them. And you're worried about my bed time?"

"You need some sleep, Master Tim. You won't know you've found anything if you're to tired to see straight." Bruce nods and Dick puts on his best big brother face.

"Get some rest, Tim. We can keep looking later."

Tim opens his mouth to argue, but pauses at the strange tugging sensation in his heart. He briefly wonders what trouble his soulmate is in now before he realizes what the almost feeling of hands on his soul bond means.

He gasps and jerks in the chair, knocking his elbow on the arm rest and the warm blanket he'd cocooned himself in to send comfort back to his soulmate off his shoulders.

Even Alfred's expression turns concerned when Tim wraps his arms around himself, trying to convey along the soul bond his plea for his soul mate not to do this.

"Tim?" Tim isn't sure which family member speaks. Can't focus on it as his soulmate yanks on the bond, ripping it and the strange comfortable coldness out.

Tim cries out, three sets of hands immediately moving in to comfort him. Sight and sound turn to static as Rejection burns across his chest not unlike the electrocution had crawled up his arm four months ago.

Then the pain vanishes.

And Tim looks up at Bruce, knows he's got tears rolling down his face, searching pitifully for a father's comfort.

"They Rejected me."

Bruce startles, but quickly stoops down to wrap Tim in a hug and Dick lays a comforting hand on Tim's head and Alfred retreats probably to make something comforting and Tim cries at the emptiness where the bond should be and the now too warm spot beside his heart.

And yet, deep in his mind where gears are still turning, Tim resolves to still find his soulmate, even without the bond, if only to ask them why.

This was supposed to be a prompt, maybe a premise, but I got carried away.

So now y'all can have this piece of pain I have no intention of continuing. Enjoy!

And since I don't plan on continuing, if some else wants to run with it, have at and have fun!

*Shared Pain in this AU just means soulmates feel the pain, not that they recieve the injuries. So if a soulmate breaks an arm, the other will feel the break, but their arm will be physically fine.

**Shared Comforts meaning that soulmates also share good feelings. So if one person is all wrapped up comfy cozy in a nice thick blanket, the other also feels that warmth. But like with the pain, it's a phantom feeling. Won't keep the soulmate not bundled up from hypothermia.

#dp x dc #brain dead #rejected soulmate au #my writing #I am aware that Tim is probably super ooc #Buuuut #I don't care #Blorbos are squishy so you can contort them to fit your narrative #Right?#Right

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serpentface · 3 months ago

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Historically plausible depiction of semi-mythological Wardi founding heroes Erub and Janes, engaging in rites of sworn brotherhood.

Each were princes of separate pre-Wardi tribes (Erub was of the western Ephenni, Janes was of the central-southern Wardinae from which the name 'Wardi' derives). Two men of their general description historically existed, but their cited exploits were likely performed by many people over a larger time scale (conquering lands to the south and east from rival Wardi and Wogan tribes and founding the kingdoms of Wardin and Erubinnos).

They are unclothed (as is necessary for the rite) but wearing recognizable regalia, as their sworn brotherhood was a display of alliance between the ancient Ephenni and Wardinae and performed before their men. Erub wears both gold and bean-bead jewelry, Janes wears gull feathers and a pearl choker (aspects of these have been retained in contemporary east and south Wardi regional adornment). Erub's wearing of tattoos (stylized paired lions across the back with their tails looping around to the chest) is an obsolete practice, and the form of headband Janes wears is now considered women's dress.

This post is not actually about them.

SWORN BROTHERHOOD IN IMPERIAL WARDIN: A POST:

Sworn brotherhood is both a ceremonial rite and a legal institution in contemporary Imperial Wardin. Progenitor variants of this practice occur or are attested to in all historical human inhabitants of the region (Wardi, Wogan, Cholemdinae, and Hill Tribes); where and from whom these traditions originated is unclear. In most cases, its historical function was as a form of allyship between larger groups of people (powerful families, tribes, occasionally entire kingdoms) via two men as a proxy, but its contemporary Imperial Wardi function is much smaller in scale has a heavily diminished role in politics.

The core function of sworn brotherhood is to both spiritually and legally bind unrelated men as kin. Similar rites involving the physical exchange of blood are used in marriage ceremonies and formal adoptions, for much the same purpose of kin-making. A person's blood is regarded as housing their living spirit, and thus to share it binds spirits together that would not already be bound by biological kinship. The contemporary variant of this practice emerged primarily between warriors/soldiers as means of establishing security for their families should one member of the brotherhood die prematurely, and to encourage loyalty and strong partnerships for mutual defense in combat.

It is an oath of exceptional loyalty and friendship, establishing mutual devotion in allyship and accepting the same duties and responsibilities to a compatriot that are otherwise only expected of blood relatives. The physical exchange maintains this bind tightly and ensures its lasting endurance. This bond provides a sense of spiritual security and will persist after death- if one brother dies alone and unburned, the other may be able to find his soul and help guide it away to the afterlife.

This rite establishes kinship in a very practical legal sense. Each brother is sworn into the other’s family, with most of the obligations implied. Each brother is sworn to familial duties towards the other’s parents- providing for them in old age, defending their status and honor and providing retribution for damages, and serving roles in certain familial rites.

Each brother’s wife and children is considered legally under the care of the other- if one brother dies, the other is in charge of filling practical obligations of a husband/father in continuing to provide for them for life, or otherwise arranging a new marriage or (if he is unwed) marrying the widow himself. He remains in control of the wife's assets, inheritance, and children unless or until she is passed into the care of another man. This is considered legally enforceable, and overrides any objections of the wife's father (who will have already lost his legal authority over her in handing her out in marriage). The wife has no direct say in this matter (and does not in general, with women being legally under near-complete authority of their father or husband).

These familial duties are required on part of each brother, but not strictly required to be requited by their family members. A family patriarch can refuse kinship to an unwanted son-in-blood, or accept one the rest of his family does not, and can enforce this decision on his wife, daughters, and any underage sons, having ultimate authority over their formal relationships. When accepted, a son-in-blood will usually receive a formal place in his new extended family's inheritance (usually treated as a youngest son). A son-in-blood is very occasionally adopted as a formal heir, though typically only in cases where a father's biological sons die prematurely (especially given this can cause complicated situations in terms of which family name the son-in-blood is bound to).

The rite of sworn brotherhood is accomplished in stages and with the assistance of a priest (generally those devoted to Ganmache, which presides over most domestic kinship affairs). Both men are blessed and purified by the priest and garbed in simple robes, and will then recite a lengthy, formal oath before God to declare allyship and swear to all expected duties as kin. The second half is done in privacy. Both men will remove their robes, with the metaphysical vulnerability of nudity under a mutual gaze allowing for the transformative effects of the rite. Each slices the palm of their hand deeply enough for blood to run and drains it into a bowl of wine. The oaths are then repeated, with remaining blood being smudged onto prayer parchment and cast into fire as an offering. The wine is then consumed by both, physically imbibing each other's blood/spirit to seal the rites. Most variants also include additional matched scarification in a prominent location (usually the forehead)- the intentional violation of the body via permanent modification, displayed prominently on the body to the public gaze, acts as a constant enforcement of the bond.

This rite is only strictly required to be performed once, though in practice is generally repeated on a yearly basis (as most rites with permanent effects are- the world's movements are cyclical and impermanent, the only permanency is in repetition).

The practice is regarded as an ideal of platonic affection between men. The family as a social unit is of vital importance in this cultural sphere, and inducting an unrelated man as one's kin is an ultimate, idealized display of loyalty and friendship. This practice may be notably attractive to men in romantic partnerships with other men, as it allows for a lifelong commitment to an unrelated man, comparable in many ways to a marriage. Though (like most male relationships) sworn brotherhoods are de-facto expected to be non-sexual, as it is a relationship between equals, a circumstance wholly out of the accepted realm of male homosexual behavior (you should not want to 'shame' your sworn brother). The vast majority of these brotherhoods are platonic.

No comparable rite exists in an official capacity for women, akoshos, or eunuchs (largely due to its place surrounding men’s roles as family patriarchs), though some may undertake similar rites to accomplish the same spiritual kinship results (without the legal benefits).

#Needed to introduce the concept through its standard cultural practice since the main window I've given is two guys who are #REAL weird and not normal with it #Janeys is named after Janes (VERY common name- pronounced slightly differently 'JAY-NEES' vs JAY-NEZ') mostly for #having very light grey eyes.#Janes is recorded as being albino and a lot of attention is paid to his eyes (given light eyes are considered more potent at inflicting #and deflecting curses)- he's routinely described as hitting enemies with a powerful malicious stare #imperial wardin

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tropicalscream · 2 years ago

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I made this into its own post because i cant stop thinking about it the most underrated character in the movie: Iosef Vronsky

im still am convinced that it's wasn't the Maid or Katya by the end. it doesn't line up at all. It was Iosef.

as we see in the flashback Iosef was ex-KGB, he had the training and lets not forget the motive. he was betrayed in the worst way by the man he loved, he was exiled to the wilderness and lost everything.

yeah he was avowedly a pacifist but remember he was also a hunter, he survived the Siberian wilderness for 15 years! he was willing to make compromise for survival or as he put it: "to sustain the life from those who are already dead"

He doesn't view himself as a person anymore, he sees nothing but a worthless failure

observe how when he looks in the mirror to shave and the camera instead draws ur eye to the hunting trophy starting at the audience. a metaphor for how Isoef views himself

now what does that mean? We see later in the scene in the factory that he doesn't mean that literally but that those "whose souls have naught but stagnation creeping in them" no intellectual or emotional growth. which explains his hunting of animals, the odd death of O'Neil,

but most importantly the everything in the otherwise misplaced cathedral scene. a scene that is out of left field UNLESS IT WAS IOSEF.

So his philosophy of pacifism says the dead can be killed to help the living, dead means something with no chance of spiritual growth, he views himself as a dead waste of space.

notice that even tho they're at the funeral for O'Neil, Katya looks at Iosef with mourning as if he's the one in the casket. A hint at Iosef's lack of worth for his own life

in conclusion: Iosef set things up so ppl would want to kill him, hed get his revenge by proxy againt the Lieutenant, and his death would be t,he catalyst to ensure Goncharov wouldnt have to go thru the same suffering as he di!

did bc in the end Iosef still loved Goncharov. not as a lover or brother but as him seeing himself. seeing a hypothetical verison of him to not follow the same path Iosef did.

Which makes Goncharov's decision in the final act all the more tragic

#goncharov #goncharov posting #Iosef Vronsky

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occasionallyprosie · 2 months ago

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Hi Proxi. I like your Shekiak legend head cannon, but I don't know a lot about it. Would you being willing to tell me about it? It's okay if you are too busy right now.

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OMG

First of all, thank you for the ask!!!

Second of all, you've opened a can of worms, allow me to info dump? :D

My Sheikah Legend head canon stems from an offhanded thought of him having red eyes! Specifically, in terms of my Triforce Hero head canon of the Triforce Heroes being Legend, Wind, and Twilight, and their color symbolizing which part of the triforce they represent. I can go into detailing that another time, but basically it results with Wind=Courage, Twilight=Wisdom, and Legend=Power, and their eye colors being the indicator.

The idea of Legend having red eyes ended up resulting in him being at least part sheikah, and now the head canon has become a full sheikah.

So Sheikah Legend is born and raised in Kakariko, Impa is his aunt, and one or both his parents died when he was little. Very Disney Princess I know. But Impa teaches him how to use Sheikah magic which is just Shadow Magic, and he's super good at it. His parents were scholars and as a result he's a huge nerd, absorbs information like a sponge, which makes for an even better magic user.

Before his first adventure, he was set to succeed Impa as the Sheikah protector of the Royal Family. So he's at the castle frequently, only he doesn't get to meet the royal family until later, he's supposed to be shadowing Impa and practicing his disappearing magic, but he gets distracted and helps out the staff every time they visit.

But then he hears a voice one night, he hears Zelda(Fable) and goes to the castle. He finds a knight he's helped out before dying in the sewer. He sneaks through the castle, breaks Fable out, and does the whole ALTTP journey. He learns how to fight with weapons and without magic from Fi, as a way to conceal his identity.

After his first adventure, he's basically banished from Kakariko as himself. He's the hero now, and Sheikah aren't supposed to be the hero (they're Hylian). So Impa takes him to some friends of hers, who take the role of grandparents to him. He dyes his hair blond and gets contacts to turn his eyes blue, blends in as a hylian while learning the culture of the people who called him a monster and a traitor. As a Sheikah, Legend is still wanted by the law, but as a "Hylian" he slips past their notice. He goes the rest of his adventures pretending to be something he isn't, exiled from his hometown but still close with Impa and still intending to maintain his duty as protector of the Royal Family.

Overall, he's far less of a 'normal kid turned hero' child soldier type and more of a 'trained to fight since birth' child soldier type, and he has extreme abandonment issues. He has no problem using his Shadow Magic, but admitting he's Sheikah? Nope. Because he got basically banished from Kakariko, and Hyrule hates him, he is completely terrified of revealing his heritage. He also has extremely high expectations of himself as a result of his extensive training and responsibility. He's always acting like something he isn't at his core, and it's been ongoing enough that before LU, while still under pressure of his era, he forgot isn't his real self. In Labrynna and Holodrum, he loses that mask a bit because he's only a kid and can't keep it up, and because he's escaped the pressure of Hyrule. But in LU, he eventually becomes comfortable enough with the Chain that his real self starts to come out and it terrifies him because he can't risk losing everything all because of his heritage again.

Kind of akin to Warriors' with the identity crisis, Wild with the upbringing, and Hyrule with the secret heritage.

Wind and Twilight already know tho, he let it slip during Triforce Heroes. They keep it secret, and it didn't help Twilight figure out that Legend is the same Link as the one from Hytopia now that he's blond and has blue eyes though. Wind somehow still figured it out, nobody knows how, he's just like that.

Overall his character/personality isn't different, just different backstories and different fears.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu headcanons #sheikah legend #sheikah legend agenda #prosie rambles #lu legend #asks

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crushedsweets · 4 months ago

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Awhile back you answered an ask on how other creeps would respond to Toby's death, and I was wondering how they would respond to Kate death?

IM PUNCHING THE WALL. ALRIGHT. warning for death and grief and mourning . . .

im gonna set this after she starts staying at the proxy cabin and becoming friends with more people, rather than rotting in the mines. im also imagining they find her body in the forest, nobody was there when she died.

tim and brian would have a heavy heart about it. sure, they had massive issues with her, but even by time shes 25+, they still kinda see her as a little kid. she was 14/15 when they met her, and she acted like a feral animal till she was like 17. brian got her a job on the farm, tim helped set up a room for her. they'd help toby set up a grave, but overall they dont go out of their way to mourn her - toby has that handled

which.....guides me towards toby... they've known eachother since they were 17-19, and they are like siblings. when she was in the mines, toby would always bring her food and even dragged a whole mattress there. thats his little sister (she is older than him..) and he had always been so so so protective of her. he loses his shit, screaming and throwing shit. is never home, spends so much time at the mines. chops down random ass trees just cuz he needs to exhaust himself enough to stop feeling so much pain. it feels like losing lyra again. he sets a grave up for her, puts her body in it, carves some stuff into a wooden cross he made from a tree he cut down, lays hella rocks all over. him and nina spend a good chunk of time together. nina has never seen him cry until this. eventually, after he's gone for days, he comes back to the cabin and just rots in his bed almost catatonic. clocky has to come collect him

whiiiiiiich now brings me to clocky. she'd find out from nina, since she'd already be in her own apartment by now and tobys not gonna tell her. she'd immediately get nina, get jack, go to the cabin, and try to console toby and nina the best she(and jack) can. has to learn to bite her tongue when tobys mouthing off cuz hes mad she's trying to help. she doesnt really have time to mourn kate at first, until maybe a week goes by and tobys finally eating again and clockys just sitting there and starts bawling cuz kate was her friend too and she had to immediately go into caretaker mode.

nina. screams and cries and needs to have people with her all the time, no matter what. she doesnt feel safe alone cuz she just wants to curl up and die so so so bad. she makes toby take her to the grave(he doesnt want to but he knows kate would be pissed if he wasnt at least a little nice to nina after this) and she just sobs. she holds toby and tries to be like 'its okay its okay its okay' but neither know who shes comforting. she'd print as many pictures she got of kate as possible (not a lot) and try to scrap book it and try to memorialize her like that. just hold photos and pictures and have them in her apartment and cry. give a photo to toby with a letter written on the back telling him how much kate loved him.

similar to if toby died, jack would try to host stuff. make dinner for them all, invite them over, give everyone space to eat and remember her. he'd go with toby to the grave as well, but he's less assertive with his care compared to clocky. less 'get the fuck up, this is making you feel worse' and more 'you know you can come over right? its not good to stay home alone'. toby would come to see him a lot, too. . .

toby would have to take on a lot of her patrols, so he'd bump into ann and lulu a lot. . . ann would tease him a bit like 'ooo is katey in trouble? whyre you here, handsome?', till he smacks the shit out of her w the handle of his hatchet and he grumbles something about her death. ann would shut up after. she'd be bummed out that kates dead cuz she liked her, but not mourn. lulu wouldn't be able to process it. ann would tell her, lulu would cry, then a day later she's asking when kate's coming to visit.

i dont think anyone else would really be impacted, though... jeff/dina didnt like her, she wasnt close with ben, never even spoke to jane or liu... lazari would cry and draw pictures of her, but she'd be okay shortly after, esp cuz jacks okay.

#asks #oh kate. my dear.#creeped

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freezingmcxn · 1 month ago

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how would ur versions toby jack and jeff (or anyone else you wanna talk about) react to someone dying in the forest? would they help or just let the person suffer and die? (also what would happen when the person dies? would their soul be trapped in the forest??)

FINDING A BODY IN THE FOREST (CRP AU)

TW: dead bodies talked about in gory detail, mutilation.

After writing this, I realised I answered this wrong I’m so sorry :( I think Jack and Toby would help and Jeff would leave them or finish them off. IM SORRY I ANSWERED WRONGGGG

When someone dies in the forest, multiple things could happen, both spiritually and physically.

Spiritually: their soul might be trapped, linger as a spirit, or simply move on, leaving this world behind.

Physically: the body remains, subject to nature’s course, y’know, decay, scavengers, or discovery by a hiker or law enforcement.

In certain areas of the forests, like Zone 3, a different fate may await: their body could be taken over by Slenderman, transformed into a proxy to serve his purpose until they’re no longer useful. This outcome, however, is only possible within proximity to that zone.

TOBY’S REACTION

Toby remains mostly unfazed, numb to the sight of bodies in all stages of decay.

He might briefly observe them, even adjusting a corpse to a more natural position if it’s slumped awkwardly.

If the body has clothes, he’ll raid the pockets, after all, they won’t need what’s left behind.

Inspecting the injuries, he tries to piece together which of the killers he knows might be responsible for the damage.

Once satisfied with his assessment, Toby gives the body a casual farewell wave before moving on, returning to whatever lies ahead for the day (he’s tormenting racoons).

JACK’S REACTION

Despite being possessed, he’s the sanest guy around.

He encounters a lot of bodies as he moves through the forest, but he’s usually in a hurry and doesn’t linger.

However, when he comes across one in particularly bad shape or a younger victim, he’ll pause and sit with them for a while in silence.

He doesn’t touch or move them, only observes quietly before looking away and going about his business, silently hoping they get found soon.

When he stumbles upon a body that’s still relatively “fresh,” and he is hungry, he can’t resist taking what he needs. In his mind, it’s better than killing an innocent, the person is already gone, they could’ve donated their body to science (Jack)

JEFF’S REACTION

He’s usually the one responsible for the bodies.

Jeff is unfamiliar with the forest, he rarely spends time there, normally he chases people into them and gets lost or he’s hiding from police.

While stumbling around the forest aimlessly he can’t help but be drawn to something slumped against a tree if it catches his eye.

Unlike others, he doesn’t rush off, he’s captivated by the process of decay and has to stay, he feels an unsettling sense of excitement as he stares at the maggots burying deep into eyeballs and breathing in that deep fruity rot that lingers..

He might mutilate the corpse further for the fun of it, usually carving his signature smile on their face or posing them in an awkward or degrading pose.

Sometimes, he’ll even drag the body away, if he knows he can move it without a limb popping off.

He will stash it in his car for days as if it’s some twisted form of company, keeping him entertained, he loves when his bodies talk back to him.

#creepypasta #headcanon #asks open #creepypasta au #fanfic #moon responds #au #creepypasta fandom #fanfiction #alternate universe #ticci toby #eyeless jack #jeff the killer #toby rogers #jeffery woods

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alea-says · 5 months ago

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Fic Planning - H50 / 911 Crossover

Creating a post for bouncing H50/911 crossover ideas...

The main problem I have here, is that I have *so many* different ideas on how these two shows could crossover. Because I have so many ideas, I am also interested in what others find most intriguing.

Oh, also putting at the beginning: I am a McDanno and Buddie shipper, so anything I write will likely go that route.

Various thoughts on how the characters could meet:

While Buck was wandering around during his traveling years, he ended up in Newark in winter. Detective Danny Williams wasn't going to let Buck (at that time known as Evan) to sleep in his car

The typical - Buck meets Steve at BUD/S or, Buck actually became a SEAL and met Steve that way

Eddie met Steve while both were serving

The complicated: Buck was a SEAL. But he doesn't know this. Buck's last mission as a SEAL left him with memory-loss. For some reason, the higher-ups decided that it was best to not try and get Buck's memory back. Seeing as he remembered BUD/S but nothing after, they told him he was in a car accident, that he's been drifting around traveling (to explain any memories he may have of different countries, etc), and he rang out of BUD/S years ago. Buck believes them. So when he tells Bobby he rang out, he believes that to be true. Meanwhile, Buck's SEAL team get told he died. So Steve, thinks Buck is dead. Until one day when he sees Buck on the news... which could be any of a number of times - ladder truck, the well, aftermath of the tsunami, the shooting, etc

Various times at which the shows could crossover / a fic be set:

After the ladder truck bombing - Buck still has either Danny or Steve (depending on who he's already met) listed as his medical proxy. Hand-wavy with medical stuff as I don't know how it works in the US, but maybe his earlier injuries on the job weren't enough to need more than his emergency contact. This time, with medical decisions needing to be made while Buck can't make those decisions, they have to make the call.

As an alternative to the lawsuit - after finding out Bobby is holding him back, Buck gets a call (from either Danny or Steve), and ends up confessing what is going on. He then gets invited to Hawaii for a bit. Thinks, why not, seeing as he's not being allowed to work anyway.

Fight-ring era. Eddie knows he needs to get out of the fighting, but also that he may be in deeper than he'd thought. So he rings an old friend to help him get out and keep his family safe.

the tsunami - the same day Buck and Chris are at the Pier, so are Steve and Grace (hand-waving timelines here). After Buck loses Chris and while he's looking for him, he comes across Grace. Who has been split up from her Uncle Steve. Meanwhile, Steve finds Chris. For this one, the characters have not necessarily met before.

Eddie's breakdown. Eddie finds out all those he saved have since died. Meanwhile, one of those who died did so in Hawaii and Five-0 investigate. Turns out the deaths maybe aren't so accidental after all. So they have to try and contact the last remaining survivor before he becomes another victim. (Alternatively, they could stop the killer before *all* of those Eddie saves dies)

and I could keep going... so many thoughts...

(@bybobbysbeard @mayberrycryptid @dielgonacoffee thank you for your interest in helping bounce ideas and please let me know if you know of an easier way to do this)

#h50 #mcdanno #buddie #911 #steve mcgarrett #danny williams #eddie diaz #evan 'buck' buckley #h50 911 crossover #fic idea #my fic ideas #h50 fic #911 fic

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raayllum · 4 months ago

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anyway to rattle off the general to specific predictions all in one place

While I could see it going back ways, I think it's likelier for Rayla to be the one seriously injured/stabbed during the possession fight IF Callum's followed the Nova Blade route of increased paranoia in particular

Viren's alive

Corvus and Soren bond and talk about Soren's dynamic with his family

Ezran will be forced to act like a general king, and maybe missing his dad / family

He'll have to deal with Viren coming back in Katolis; so will Soren

Ezran will get more info / do research on the Orphan Queen (and maybe her connection to the cube)

Callum will abide by Aaravos' will both possessed and non-possessed (due to coercion / desperation and love over wanting to protect, save, or help Rayla)

Terry will either follow / find and team up with Viren, or Claudia will come 'crawling' back to use him under Aaravos' guidance

Claudia's gone back to the Katolis to retrieve something from the Orphan Queen's grave (but maybe, if it's the cube, it's not there)

Aanya dies or comes very close to it

During Callum's blind fold free fall, he sees glimpses of his past (hi bio dad!) and potential future (a safe happy life with Ez & Rayla and/or Rayla + a family)

The Sunfire armies on both sides are corrupted by proxy through Pharos (and maybe Sol Regem)

There will at the very least be an attempt to get the Moon fam out (with potentially disastrous consequences) even if it doesn't necessarily work for whatever reason

If the Moon fam gets out, Runaan will encourage Rayla to kill Callum under possession and/or attempt to do herself, leading to Rayla having to fight Runaan and a possessed Callum at the same time

We'll learn some of why there's a 1000+ year time span between Aaravos being banished by the Startouch elves vs him being able to take revenge on them again

After the Frozen Ship burns down, the panic and desperation cause Callum and Rayla to finally fully talk things out and express how much they don't want to lose each other; this will hurt more later

A star dragon ate Aaravos and/or Leola at some point as punishment and then spat them out, creating the Sea of the Castout

Possession plot line also has to a lot to do with identity and Rayla reaffirming his and through it, his name and own autonomy / agency of choice

More Callum-Claudia-Viren, Claudia-Rayla, Runaan-Moon fam-Viren, Ezran-Janai, Ezran-Aanya parallels this season

Soren possibly demanding answers from Viren about what exactly happened and why Lissa really left

If Kpp'Ar gets out (and he's w/ Rayla & Callum), he'll caution Callum away from magic and dark magic in general, and maybe draw some Callum-Viren parallels

If the Moon Fam doesn't get out, the celestial elves may step in to serve as a more antagonist force amid everything

The Nova Blade doesn't work as intended. Either Aaravos was already stabbed with it (because his first name was Laurelion) or he wants to use it for himself to wreck havoc on the other Startouch elves

Due to her connection to the Star arcanum, Stella is able to work around some restraint or obstacle the Celestial elves may create

The leader of the celestial elves might be Aaravos aligned, but Kosmo and Astrid will likely be more helpful / friendly

Leola is Aaravos' sibling (in a cosmic sense at least) or a close loved one. She transformed into or was remembered as a unicorn out of grief/guilt for what she and Aaravos had brought into the world

Viren used star and blood magic (+ dark magic) in order to save Soren

Muhko the mushroom mage managed to heal Zubeia, but it's not that simple - maybe Sol Regem is making a challenge for the archdragon monarchy, and Zubeia has to go deal with it

Rayla's arc is primarily about addressing her tendencies towards sacrifice and when/why to stop, either for her own good (she refuses to sacrifice another thing, i.e. Callum, again) or for his (because it doesn't matter what happens to her, right?)

The unsuitable heir's moonstone collar makes someone who looks into it possibly see their worst fears (Callum's nightmare with Aaravos and Rayla's with Runaan) if not another trial one or both has to undergo (as Callum's nightmare could just be on the way to the Starscraper / not trial related)

Viren fought Kpp'Ar partially over the relic staff and took it as his own after he coined his old mentor

Callum unlocks another arcanum (either Star or Moon) if not the secret of deep magic itself (cube?)

Soren and Claudia fighting each other?? For me??

For one of the episodes in the 6x06-6x08 batch, one will be flashback heavy. My money is on 6x07 The Red Wedding in particular; if it is present day, it has a lot of the Sunfire civil war fallout going as bad as it possibly can

The cube is Aaravos' missing chest piece and/or played a role in channeling deep or primal magic to humans and helped them develop dark magic

Karim becomes king of Lux Aurea and frees Kim'Dael, who peaces out

Seeds of broyals conflict sown on Ezran's side because he's Going Through It and Callum isn't here :(

Multiple Claudia breakdowns

Callum and/or Claudia (or perhaps both of them working together) result in Aaravos' release; my money is personally primarily on Callum. For the latter, I could also see Claudia helping him open up / get access to the Startouch elves again

Callum and Rayla reunite with Ezran and what's left of everyone else at the end of the season, or realize by other means just how much shit has hit the fan if Claudia was the one to release Aaravos

Other characters on the potential chopping block: Opeli, Pharos, Gren, Miyana, Barius, Karim, Kazi

Aaravos will be at his full powers or very very close to it by the end of 6x09, possibly resulting in his chest sigil going right side up again

#tdp #the dragon prince #predictions #s6 speculation #the gang's all here #s6 #arc 2 #s6 spoilers #just in case for episode titles

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slashthrashandcrash · 7 months ago

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Slightly on the same track as your baby!Legion and how Ghostface would likely not, uh..."perform" without some kind of protection, but what do you think he'd react like if he ever did have a kid?

No, but realistically? Not thrilled. Kid would be a walking sack of all kinds of traceable DNA evidence if it were to be born. He's not the kind of man that would be above inducing miscarriages and then stabbing you in the spine a week later after he's sure.

I think it really depends on the circumstances. Was this baby accidentally conceived while he was Ghostface, or was it under his Jed Olsen/any other alias? If it's the former, he'd probably have no idea he even has a kid after he dips out of town a little while later. If it's the latter, I feel like his partner would reach out to him, since they already assume he's such a sweet and caring guy who would want to be a part of their unexpected child's life! But he doesn't seem like the kind of killer to keep up a persona for 9+ months until the baby is born, so...back to the aforementioned homicide. Hell, he may already take the precaution that anyone he has a relationship/hook up with while under his alias dies shortly before he reveals himself and flees across state lines again, for the sole purpose of ensuring there's no little surprises coming out of witness interviews.

But let's say something happens -- he has his fun as Ghostface with someone, he doesn't realize the protection failed, he didn't kill them immediately afterwards because he was feeling a little too cocky and that sloppiness came back to bite him in the ass. Especially if that partner would be too ashamed to admit they slept with fucking Ghostface of all people, news probably wouldn't get back to him for months, maybe even years later, when he's drifting back again through the area and hears about a pretty face he once enjoyed toting along a kid who's age suspiciously coincides with his last visit...

Yeah, no, he's still not getting involved. Frankly, would you even want him to? Are you going to ask a serial killer to pay child support or take them to soccer practice or something? This isn't even touching on his own upbringing with his father, or his clear psycho- or sociopathic tendencies (which are hereditary) and lack of empathy, this is all the schematics of what would be in his best interest to not risk getting caught. He won't be active in the kid's life...that anyone will notice, at least. He will keep tabs on them frequently, just to see how they're coming along. Any interest in starting fires or killing small animals? Any suspicion about who their dad could be? Any names floating around that might connect him to the child through the investigative grapevine? Are they a good kid, or are they simple good at acting like one?

Of course, stalking your own kid and having trauma related to severe daddy issues, I don't think he's going to be able to help himself from getting just a little attached to them. He still has 0 parental inclination or a nurturing bone in his body, but he'd probably feel a bit of pride when his kid finally stands up to a playground bully and gives them a bloody nose, or seeing them pick up casual mannerisms he himself has that they never would have seen, or just the fact that he has to admit the kiddo is pretty adorable with little bits of his features he can pick out from their face.

I can also see him taking more notable interest in the kid if/when they start displaying the same destructive tendencies as him, more so when they're a teen. At that point, depending on how violent their habits have become, he may fully step in. Kid's going to get caught fucking around and end up in juvie at this rate, which means fingerprinting and records, which further means a police file on them is by proxy 50% of a file on Danny, and that won't fly. He needs to keep them on a tight leash for both of their benefits, pass the torch of the Ghostface name so that the legend will continue, teach them how to do it right if they're so insistent in following in their father's footsteps, test them.

If they accept and succeed, well, what a lovely future of homicidal bonding they can have to make up for lost time! If they reject him, if they think they can eventually turn on him, if he thinks they're going to be too much of a risk...sorry, but they've aged out of that cute little baby face that had made him hesitate before, now they're just useless teen he has little care for when he disposes of them once and for all. Shame.

#ask #anon #i loooooove making danny as legion's not-dad but i must insist he would not be a good father #like would not even try to act like one for public appearances

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wutheringmights · 2 months ago

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Anyone ask for the commentary yet for the latest chapter >:3 *dies*

You’d be the first!

So this chapter is cursed. Let’s talk about that first.

You probably noticed that my writing output has been in the gutter this year. I have not written half as much as I should have. There are two main reasons why. The first is that I finally decided to get off my ass and have a more enriching personal life. This means a lot more of my evenings and weekends have been spent exploring other hobbies or taking weekend trips. I don’t regret any of those, and they have really improved my life overall (but I do write more when I am a sad little shut-in).

The second, more pressing reason was that there was a very important wedding I was the maid of honor for. That means I have spent a lot of my free time this year planning a bachelorette, a bridal shower, and helping with general wedding prep. I honestly was not nearly as busy as an expert maid of honor would have been, but all of this took up so much of my brain space that I was having trouble being creative. Multiple times, I would go to a coffee shop with plans to write, only to spend the entire time stressing about buying a new dress or researching hotels.

I did not realize how stressed I was about this whole thing until literally this week. The wedding is over now, and I am already biting huge chunks into the upcoming chapter. I just have so much more brain space to write. I feel free.

All that’s to say that this chapter was primarily written the month leading up to the wedding, and my head was Not There. I was struggling to figure the chapter out, and that struggle is reflected in the quality of the prose. For that, I apologize, as inevitable as it was.

I won’t make any major revision to this chapter, but I have plans to redo my proof-reading. There is an egregious number of typos in this chapter, more than I consider acceptable for a one person team of me.

(That being said, my typos have gotten worse this past year; ever since AI was integrated into Grammarly and Google Docs, both have been godawful for helping me fix errors. I appreciate how lenient you all have been with my most blatant mistakes.)

Now that all of that is established, let’s talk about this chapter.

This introduction to Proxi is really, really bad. I am frankly a little embarrassed that I went ahead and published it. While I had a vision for the first few scenes of Link trying to help Proxi and Jakucho’s aid afterwards, I didn’t realize until the day of writing that I actually had 0 plans for how Warriors and Proxi’s first conversation would go.

I am not even joking. I have a bunch of plans for their interactions together afterwards (which will appear next chapter). But their first conversation once Proxi started to get better? None.

So what little they talked together here feels like a waste of space. What’s worse, I don’t even know what I would change the dialogue to in order to fix it. My brain is blank. I don’t know. It’ll probably hit me in a few weeks. This is the trouble with publishing what is essentially the first draft of a story. If my initial ideas are solid, it’s great. But when my brain farts, I’m screwed.

That being said, my favorite part of the past section is that first half where Link frets over how to help Proxi, as well as Jakucho’s speech about the fairies disappearing.

I have been trying to subtly establish this era of Hyrule as being one that is shocking devoid of magic; having Jakucho mourn the loss of fairies and what omen that could mean feels like I am ruining things. Nonetheless, I just really like the idea of Jakucho having this small moment of wonder over seeing a fairy, as well as her verbalizing these fears that darker times are ahead.

I think I just enjoy reading about older people having the same anxieties about the world as younger people. It’s more comforting to me than an all-knowing mentor.

So this chapter has a lot of random names splattered all over the place. Me being me, I stole some of the names from other media and such I enjoy. I’ll point out any fun connections as I find them.

So for Proxi’s list of names for Link, there’s two of note. The first is Grimshaw, which is the name of the male lead from Lightlark. Despite how much I talk about Fourth Wing on this blog, Lightlark is the bad book I am truly passionate about.

The second is Wen-li, which is for Yang Wen-li from Legend of the Galactic Heroes. He’s the character of all time for me, and I will go insane if I think about him for too long.

This Proxi section was supposed to go on a little longer, but by the time it came to write it, I was 100% over this chapter. Luckily, next chapter will be a fresh slate and I can finally deliver on all my promises about Proxi’s return.

I cannot emphasize enough how frustrating it is to know that I fucked up an important character’s return. It’s... sigh. C’est la vie. Whatever.

Onto the present day:

So I have a particular problem with the present day section. The last chapter, this chapter, and the one I am writing now are all the same plot point in my outline. I severely underestimated how long the lead up to a Very Important Event was going to be. No doubt, I have probably made similar mistakes before. But I am trying to finish this story, so any time I have to draw out the pacing, I die a little on the inside.

I think I initially planned to just skim over how Warriors got to the castle, but then I realized that this was the politics stuff that is the supposed bread and butter of the story. But the reason why I wanted to skim over everything was (as Legend pointed out) fucking networking.

What’s worse, I got to this chapter and realized that, realistically, Warriors should have to spend at least a few months building up a cult of personality. This should be a (purposeful) multi-chapter arc. I don’t want to do that, so I tried to really emphasize how much Warriors was using his reputation as the hero and legends surrounding it to his advantage. Does it still feel unrealistic? Yeah, but we’re just going to have to cope with it.

Sevas is named for the male lead in Ava Reid’s Juniper & Thorn, which was sitting on my desk when I realized the priest needed a name.

Colonel Remarque is named for Erich Remarque, author of All Quiet On the Western Front. I think I had made a post name-dropping him around the time I got to this character.

Matthew Thorn... again, Thorn is for Reid’s book. Matthew was just the most bland name I could think of.

Vlad Dubarry... so I was watching both Castlevania and Rose of Versailles and took the first and surname from both respectively.

Between the conversation with the priest, the provost office, and Remarque, I was trying to give out a few more details every time to paint a clear picture without boring the reader by reiterating information over and over again. Unfortunately, I still managed to write three pretty boring scenes.

That being said, I think the friction Remarque offered was interesting to write, even if I had to resist pointing out every single plot hole during it.

So everything from the castle to Spirit being poisoned took me the longest to write. I knew it was boring, but I could not figure out a way to make it more exciting without omitting the networking stuff entirely. I didn’t really hit a stride with this chapter until I got to Spirit being poisoned.

The entire time Spirit was being poisoned, I was rubbing my hands together maniacally. I have been searching for a good moment to have a true poisoning in this story and I finally got it.

Also, I think if this chapter was of higher quality, someone out there would have realized that, for purely medical reasons, Hyrule had to technically give Spirit and smooch on the lips. There should be at least two very silly memes about this. But, alas. The quality.

You can tell I ran into the realization that, realistically, the Royal Guard’s structure would be more complex than I have alluded to previously. Very importantly, you can tell I realized that I should have mentioned the King’s Guard sooner if they were really going to be this powerful subsection of the Royal Guard.

I actually like how the idea that the King’s Guard is only super powerful in matters relating to the king, aka: Castle Town, and is pretty insignificant otherwise. The bureaucratic bullshit that must cause feels very real. But you can tell that I have no idea what rank that would make Endicott. I have been bending over backwards to not state that man’s ranking.

That being said, his absence from Warriors’s social circle until now is kinda important. Put a pin in that. It will come back.

Also, Endicott is a name I stole from Over the Garden Wall. I picked it because it sounds like the name of someone important. I picked Roald at randomed.

I am really happy that a lot of you have been enjoying the growing distrust the Chain has for Spirit. Insert rant about how victims have to remain palatable in order to be emphasized with, and how tragic it is that the only person who seems to understand that is the person who traumatized him in the first place.

I feel like I have been fumbling Time’s character a bit, and his conversation at the floor of Spirit’s bed is me finally getting back on track with him. I enjoyed writing that so much, from him trying to fold the scarf to him being upset that no one has learned their lesson yet, all while still not learning a lesson himself.

There was going to be a comment somewhere that Spirit is in such bad shape in part because his lungs are weak from all that smoking he does, but I honestly don’t know if anyone but Spirit would make that connection.

I also need to put Legend and Midna together more. They can be so snarky, and I want them to keep a running commentary of Warriors and Spirit’s bullshit like they are two sports announcers watching a football game.

I first imagined Spirit and Warriors’s conversation taking place on the parapet, and came to the same realization about the ladders that Spirit had. I’m glad I put them by the moat, though. The bit about the smell is probably my favorite bit of prose in the chapter.

I also really like this conversation between Spirit and Warriors. It’s not as insanity inducing as their past bullshit has been, but it hits a few notes. I like Warriors showing off how much he understands Spirit’s abilities (via the jacket), as well as Spirit’s utter disbelief that Warriors is capable of caring for anyone but himself.

I was also trying really hard to put more of their bullshit into subtext. I have a bad habit of having characters just state what they are feeling out loud, so I am trying to write more coded dialogue. It’s never just about a toaster, etc.

Warriors was also having such a night of self-discovery. First he had a little moment to freak out about how much his sincere attempts to help sound like manipulation. Then he realized that he would probably never be fully exonerated from his past. Big night for him.

Being unable to fully fix your past is part of the reason why I buffer against the idea of Warriors having a redemption arc. That implies a certain amount of undoing that is just not possible. I don’t know if I am putting that well. However, I am concerned that I am letting my Catholic upbringing color my perspective.

That being said, if Catholicism was a thing in Hyrule, Warriors would be that and be plagued by Catholic Guilt

He’s Catholic coded.

Irish Catholic, to be specific. There’s a difference.

Anyway, Four. When Four showed up, I was going to have this bit of dialogue where Spirit would allude to knowing about Vio (and therefore, Four) having a relationship with Shadow. It would have been nestled in a larger, coded bit of dialogue where Four would obliquely imply that he was starting to suspect what the Hot Mess is. I cut it because A) Spirit is so socially inept that he cannot do subtly like that, and B) Spirit’s spirit senses would not give him the ability to know about Shadow.

I also did not want to commit to Four figuring it out first, if at all.

I have so many ideas about what Warriors the Symbol means to the people of Castle Town that I will hopefully be able to elaborate on in this upcoming chapter.

Realistically, Hyrule Castle should probably be more like a fortress. But again, I have been watching The Rose of Versailles, and I just really liked the idea of the castle being this symbol of opulence during a time of poor economics. The people are struggling but the nobles are thriving, babes.

Also, Endicott is so much fun to write. He’s like the true antagonistic version of Lincoln. That man was enjoying making Warriors squirm, and I was having a blast writing it. The sexual favors line? I was utterly delighted.

Realistically, Endicott probably could have been replaced with Whitestone. However, Whitestone is still on the front and I don’t regret putting him there to be Wind’s superior during his short stint as a soldier. (Even if I still think I could have cut out Whitestone in favor of giving Impa more to do.)

I also feel bad for killing Meemaw off so suddenly, but I was enchanted by the idea of her name having to be crossed off because the death was that recent.

I also was going to have Endicott spare Warriors for unknown reasons, with the reveal that Ganondorf had been bribing him coming later in the story, However, I was so worried about this seeming too-easy for Warriors that I decided to reveal that detail early.

Okay, King of Hyrule stuff.

I’m trying to play at this idea of Zelda’s reputation not matching her actual role. Earlier in the story, Warriors describes her as a socialite with no political sense, and Zelda derisively thinks that of herself as well. Then that bit about her being the face of the kingdom is supposed to contradict that perception. She can’t just be a socialite if she had been the mouthpiece of the king since she was a child.

There’s supposed to be multiple mistakes going on here: Warriors assuming the worst of Zelda, a sexist perception of Zelda by society as a whole, and Zelda feeling worthless because she knows she’s just a symbol. Not sure if I conveyed any of that well.

Reuenthal’s dementia was caused in part by a stroke, but he also has a condition called prosopometamorphopsia, which is a form of face blindness where faces become distorted the longer you look at them.

Fun fact is that I generally knew that there was some kind of condition that had made Reuenthal isolate from other people, but I did not pick prosopometamorphopsia until I read this article from the New Yorker. I won’t go as far as to say that I wrote an accurate version of the disorder; I definitely played up the emotional distress it causes for dramatic effect. That is probably problematic, so please do not trust this story as a definitive source on it.

This also went unsaid in the story, but I imagine that because every daughter in the royal family is named Zelda, they probably go more by their middle names. I almost named dropped one of her sisters as Zelda Artemis, just to be mean.

The last line “A week later, everything went to hell” is, admittedly, very silly. I had a whole section describing what that meant written, but it seriously sucked. I am in the process of rewriting it now, and it’s already so much better. Plus, now that I have another chapter to hit these plot points, I can explore a more daring version of my original idea. Very excited for it.

That being said, I would 100% cut off that last line and probably improve the chapter by 3%.

And that’s the chapter! Again, I am so sorry that it was such substandard quality. I promise that the next chapter will be better.

In other news, can I get your opinion on something. Ever since polls came out, I have wanted to do a little census poll on how many people know about CTB, read it, or choose to read it. Just to gage how big the actual audience is.

On one hand, I think it would be interesting. On the other, it’s a practice in vanity that is very antithetical to how hard I try to be nonchalant about everything. I don’t know. Let me know what you think.

#bonus fact is that i will make clearer in the next chapter is that Roald is like 10+ years older than Lincoln #he is 10 years older because the alternative was making him the same age and I would have to confront the question as to whether they ever #dated. that answer was not a no. (canon is that they did not date ever)#WOULD HAVE BEEN HILARIOUS THOUGH #me rambling #lu ctb #ask #linked universe #ctb spoilers #fallenleafofmaple #ctb commentary #director's commentary

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shirohige-pirates · 4 months ago

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Just Like Fire

CisFem Reader x Portgas D. Ace

CW: angst, language, erotic, violence, serial killer, stalking, poisoning, over-bearing controlling parents, attempted forced marriage, possible dub-con, Munchausen by proxy (aka Factitious Disorder), wildly cute and fluffy despite the warnings. 18+ only

Summary: You're Sabo's biological sister in this AU. After college you moved in with your dear brother and his two sworn brothers in order to avoid going back home. You and Sabo despise your family equally.

Tags: @fiestynatureweeb @nalleanna @airwolf92 @art3misa635 @sleepisfortheweakpooh @ghostfacefricker6969 @harahettania @mfreedomstuff

Chapter 24: Deluge.

Digging through boxes when you got back to the house was turning into a thing of frustration. There wasn’t a spare computer that you could find, and Sabo wasn’t keen on letting anyone risk their primary device just to see what it was that Ichiji had graced you with. Virus aside, he was concerned that the small device would just explode and ruin whatever it was plugged into.

You wanted to tease him for his paranoia, but experience told you he wasn’t as far off the mark as you’d prefer, so you let it drop.

The two of you were looking for listings of a cheap refurbished item when Ace interrupted you both. Marco had completed the research he needed to and wanted to meet with everyone. Ace had taken the initiative to ask, and learned that the station had a few old computers, so the three of you piled into Sabo’s car again and were back on the road.

You slump a bit in the passenger seat, and can feel Sabo glancing at you.

“How’re you holding up, lil’ spark?”

“Well enough,” you assure him, pushing yourself to a more upright position. “Camping, and an odd sleep schedule, plus helping out at the restaurant, and the stress of Ichiji, and it’s barely lunch and I’m realizing none of us has eaten. I don’t think I’ve ever done so much in a twenty-four hour span, and yet the kind of tired that I feel is almost… fake? I feel like I should be dead on my feet, but I’m sure I could go another eight hours easily. Cranky with hunger, perhaps, but nothing that would even begin to require medical attention.”

“I’m impressed how much you’ve improved already.” Sabo smiles.

“Well, catching fire an-.” You catch yourself as the car swerves slightly.

“You. Caught. Fire?” Sabo’s voice is more strained than you’ve heard it in years, and you can tell he is scrambling to keep his focus on the road.

“I’m okay, brother.” You put a hand on his arm and repeat the words. “Sabo, I’m okay. I was completely unharmed by it, it’s a side effect of the curse.”

Sabo’s hands tighten on the wheel and for a second you’re worried he’s going to shatter the steel in his hands before he relaxes. You keep speaking to him, quietly, answering the questions he asks as he comes back into focus. The last time Sabo had almost lost control of himself it was because you had nearly died at the hospital.

Neither of you knew back then that your mother was the cause of your “illness”, but Sabo himself was only just recently fully recovered from the wounds your father had inflicted upon him. It was less your situation you thought, and more that he was finding himself back in the hospital. It was a hard place for either of you to be, and with luck it would be years before either of you needed to set foot in one.

“I’m sorry,” you say finally, once everything is settled. “With everything else going on, I wasn’t even thinking about it.”

“S’alright, lil’ spark.” He says, his voice and smile strained. “I guess I should be relieved that you can’t be burned. Makes the two of you quite the match.”

You tense, feeling the heat rising to your face before you tucked yourself back into your seat. “Even if I was highly flammable, I’d trust Ace not to burn me.”

“DON’T YOU DARE IGNITE IN MY CAR!” Sabo bellows suddenly, eyes on his rear view mirror. You didn’t turn to look at Ace, it would’ve only made it worse, but you bit your lower lip to keep from laughing.

“I’m,” smack. “Not! I’m not!”

“You’re both going to be the death of me.” Sabo grumbles, but you can hear the relief in his voice, and see the smile pulling at his lips.

The rest of the drive was fairly quiet. Ace was focusing on keeping his cool, and you were letting yourself doze a little bit. Sabo drove to relax, so it was the best thing he could be doing anyway. It didn’t take that much longer to reach the station, and the three of you were greeted by Thatch.

“Hey, Izou and Kiku are trying to piece together a couple different old computers.” He explains, walking with you all and opening the door. “Marco’s in the office, he, uh, had us clean it, but don’t let that stop you from being comfortable and all.”

“I appreciate the effort,” Sabo says easily. “I keep trying to explain to him that I’m not actually a noble anymore, and that my sister won’t mind.”

You look at Ace and he gives you a very slight shrug, before holding the door and letting you by. You waved at some of the people you recognized from your first visit as the three of you, led by Thatch, walked up and into the main office.

It was a complete mess. There were books and papers and binders everywhere, and hardly a patch of carpet was visible, never mind a place to sit. The windows seemed to be blacked out, and there were a couple extra lamps to help keep the room lit enough. Still, it was pretty dim inside.

Marco was seated at the main desk, glasses lit by the two computer monitors before him. His eyes shifted up toward all of you, but he didn’t say anything right away. Thatch closed the door behind you, and you were left with the distinct impression he was standing guard outside. You weren’t entirely sure what was going on, but you felt like Sabo had picked up on it from the start.

“There’s something of note about my sister’s curse.” Sabo says, and Marco nods.

“Oh… cleaned up bugs.” Ace mutters, the light coming on for him as he moves a stack of binders out of a chair and motions for you to sit. “I get it now.”

“I’m used to clandestine situations because of my family,” you say, taking up the seat Ace cleaned off for you. “But this is certainly different.”

“The good news is, I’m pretty sure I know what your curse is,” Marco says, taking his glasses off and leaning back in the chair. “The bad news is, if word gets out you might find yourself forcefully recruited.”

“Considering you don’t even want to say what it is,” you leave the thought to drop, taking a moment to consider your options. Ignorance could work in your favor, since if you didn’t know there was no way for someone to force you to say what it was.

Unfortunately, you already understood there were risks to not knowing. Knowledge would provide control, and control would be more important in the long run than anything else. Ignorance, as well, wasn’t something you were comfortable with no matter how useful it could be.

“I need to know, however. I can’t make decisions ill-informed.”

Marco smiles, but it fades quickly. “You’re correct, but it doesn’t make it any easier, yoi.” He turns one of the monitors around and you see an article about a mythical bird known as Caladrius. You read the article along with Sabo and Ace and you can feel your stomach knot the more you read.

“A bird that heals any disease.” Sabo murmurs.

“Burning the disease away in the sun…” Ace says. “Oh no.”

“Curses usually work a little differently than what myth and legend would have us think.” Marco interjects, turning the monitor back around. “I doubt you’ll be making round trips to the sun and back.”

“Yeah… me too.” You put your hand over your mouth and lean down.

“Take your time, lass.” Marco says softly. “It’s a lot to process.”

You shake your head. You can feel panic rising up in you. Everything was coming together in your mind and you couldn’t grasp or focus on any one thing. Above all other concerns though, was fear. Fear that you wouldn’t be able to control yourself. That the curse itself would compel you to leap into fire of any kind. That it would only be a matter of time before the world knew all there was to know about your curse.

“I flew into Ace’s fire.” You say it quietly, reaching out and grabbing Ace’s hand with your left, and Sabo’s hand with your right, head still nearly between your knees. “He was showing me because I asked, and I… I thought it was the sun and I just flew right into it. I felt better after. I’d been feeling better since Dr. Law took most of that poison away, but I still felt better.”

Your grip tightens on both of their hands and you heave in a deep breath. “I couldn’t stop - I couldn’t!” You gasp, tears burning your eyes. “Control it! I - I!”

Sabo and Ace move to help you sit up. You’re gulping in air like there’s none in the room, thick tears burning down your cheeks. Ace crouches down to his knees, and turns you to face him with his free hand.

“You know now,” he says, holding onto your hand even as your fingers are nearly bruising his skin. “You didn’t know and it’s hard to control what you don’t know. But you know now. Sabo and I, and Marco, we’re not going to let you lose control like that.”

“Breathe, lil’ spark.” Sabo adds quietly and you take in a deep breath, nodding your head and loosening your grip on both of them a bit. “There you go, breathe, it’s okay. Ace is right, we’re going to help.”

Sabo’s eyes shift away from you and look toward Ace. “Flame Emperor?” He asks and Ace nods.

“Out in the field, who was gonna see?”

“Don’t -.” You turn to Sabo, letting go of Ace and grabbing onto your brother with both hands. Your panicked state was subsiding, but if the two of them began to argue because of you, you didn’t know what you were going to do. “Don’t be angry with him, I-.”

“I’m not,” Sabo assures you, crouching down as well. “I promise. He couldn’t have known anymore than you.” He adds, pulling a handkerchief from his vest pocket and handing it to you. “Deep breath. It’s going to be okay.”

“It’s a lot to take in all at once, yoi.” Marco says. “Even without realizing how instinctual a Zoan type curse can be. Paramecia and Logia don’t have the same voice to contend with, but the good news is that you already know what it feels like. That’ll make it easier to deal with going forward.”

“Purification,” you mutter the word, leaning back into the chair and nearly sinking into it. Never mind everything else surrounding your curse, that was by far the worst part about it. Being able to heal people would’ve been the only thing that would’ve been worse. Curses that could benefit society were often pressed into service, and then utilized almost entirely by Celestials and Royals, never even to be seen by nobles, let alone commoners.

Being a noble wouldn’t save you, especially since you were going to be stripped of your title the moment your parents learned you were cursed. Even if you had gone through with the marriage to Ichiji, royalty wouldn’t save you either, at best you would’ve simply been controlled by the Vinsmoke family instead of being controlled by the government.

“It’s not a given.” Ace says sternly, almost angrily. You look over at him and he nods toward Marco. “They couldn’t take him.”

Marco smiles. “Pops played a large role in that, but he’s still alive, and the station will be on your side.”

“Dragon and I as well.” Sabo affirms, putting a hand on your shoulder. “You will not be forced to do anything you don’t want to.”

“Morgans is an Albatross,” Marco muses. “You could probably easily get away with saying you’re a dove, or pigeon.”

“She looks more like a swan when she changes though.” Ace says, looking to Marco. “Like your form, her neck’s a little too long for dove or pigeon.”

“Oh?”

“It looks a bit like a sparrow when I’m small.” You correct.

Ace beams. “Yeah, I guess it does.”

“Small?” Marco and Sabo ask in unison.

“Yeah, hang on.” You sit properly in the chair, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down before you change. Your first shift is to a bird that’s about the same size as you are. Like Ace said, your neck’s a little too long to be strictly pigeon or dove, but you have traits from those birds certainly. “Now, if I concentrate I can.”

You feel yourself collapse and change, and Ace puts a hand out so you land in his palm instead of descending to the chair cushion.

“How?” Marco starts.

“I wanted to fly in the basement!” You declare in a voice far squeakier and trill than your usual voice. Sabo snorts, putting a hand over his mouth and turning away for a moment. “Don’t laugh.” You huff and your poor brother loses it entirely.

“Cute,” he gasps, turned away from you completely and trying desperately to compose himself. You look over at Ace who looks away from you quickly, already biting down on his bottom lip. He can’t turn away from you entirely, however, since he’s still holding you in his hands.

You jump out of his hand and fly over to the desk, landing awkwardly on top of some papers as Marco holds out a hand. Hopping over to it, you climb on and he picks you up easily.

“That’s unique.” He admits. “You don’t even weigh anything. Can you go bigger?”

“Not in here!” Ace shouts and your laugh sounds like a bird song before you flit away from Marco’s hand and change back, white flames dissipating as you set your feet on an empty patch of carpet. “She was the size of my truck!” He warns. “And that was before she spread her wings.” He opens his arms out wide, standing up on his tiptoes to help illustrate his point.

“That’s quite the range, yoi.”

Your smile fades and you look down for a moment before looking back to Marco. “That’s not normal for a Zoan, is it?”

Marco’s reassuring smile does fade, but he shakes his head. “It’s not. Zoan curses usually come with partial control, hybrid forms, and full forms. There might be differences in size between those three forms, but changes in size within a form is…” He pauses, brows furrowing, and thinks. “Unique, yoi.”

“Unique to the Caladrius.”

“As far as I know, yes.” He answers evenly. “You’ve got some heavy decisions to make, but don’t rush the process. For now it’s best to keep as many details about your curse secret as possible, yoi. You’ll have to show something if you’re going to use it to absolve yourself of your family ties, but I doubt anyone will need or want more than a partial transformation as a sign of proof.”

“Ichiji certainly didn’t.” Sabo grumbles, before shaking off his disdain for the prince and smiling. “He’s right though, that works in our favor.”

“A dove then.” You say with a nod as Ace tenses. “That’ll be easy to remember.”

“With that as settled as it’s going to get, we should see what’s on that drive before Ace bursts into flames.” Sabo says as Ace pulls his hat over his face and flips him the bird. “Don’t worry freckles, no one else will call her palomita, I’m sure.”

“Not unless they want to get set on fire, yoi.” Marco says, a laugh in his voice as you and Ace both flicker a bit despite your best efforts. He gets up from the desk and heads out. “I’m sure Izou and Kiku have made progress cobbling something together by now.”

Sabo steps aside and motions for you to walk by with a slight bow. You walk by, and aren’t surprised to find that when you, Marco and Thatch are heading down the hall, Sabo and Ace are still in the office. They don’t lag behind for long, and catch up with the rest of you as Izou’s turning on the computer.

“It took some work.” He admits, tucking an errant hair back into place. “But aside from being plugged in for power, this isn’t connected to anything else. While still having, we hope, the capacity to read whatever’s on that drive without exploding.”

“Unless the drive’s meant to explode.” Sabo points out.

“Well, yes, unless that.” Izou agrees.

“It wouldn’t matter what kind of computer it was, if that was the case.” Kiku interjects. “Should we get some safety glass from the back?”

Izou looks over at Sabo at the question and your brother shrugs. “It is statistically unlikely, but not impossible.”

“I’m here, yoi.” Marco says. “There won’t be a need for any more safety than that.”

“Show off.” Thatch teases as the computer boots up.

You hand over the data stick and Izou plugs it into the back of the older desktop model. A few clicks and a frustratingly long wait as the old system goes as fast as it can, and there’s a single item inside the folder of the drive.

It’s a movie file with a date for the name.

“That’s a week after my graduation.” You murmur. “I hadn’t left campus to move in with you all yet.”

Izou clicks the file after you nod for him to continue and when it opens up there’s no video just audio. Kiku turns up the speakers a bit and the shuffle of papers can be heard.

“We’ll be at that island in a couple of weeks.” Ichiji’s voice can be heard clearly.

“Good then,” your father’s voice comes through distorted, and you realize his voice is coming through a phone. Given everything surrounding Ichiji handing this over, you doubted your father knew he was being recorded. “She’s going to be staying with her brother, we couldn’t convince her to come back home.”

“That won’t be an issue. You said she was going to look for work?”

“Yes. I believe she’ll end up at the same firm as her brother, but it’s possible she’ll find work elsewhere. Her marks in school were exceptional, if not for her illness, she could flourish.”

“And you still want me to go through with things even if she’s employed alongside her brother?”

There’s a moment’s silence and finally an answer. “Yes. The simple fact of the matter is, that in order to force her cooperation we’ll need her desperate. Eliminating the business itself is the only way to keep her from digging her heels in. The boy is impossible to kill, I’m not worried about him.”

You grab Sabo’s hand and he gives you a strained smile.

“You could just demand she quit.”

“Forgive me, Prince, but I wish I could promise I had such control over that ungrateful, willful creature.”

“And if she dies in the fire?”

“She could die tomorrow from her illness, what would be the difference?”

You shouldn’t be surprised by the words, but a sob escapes you and Sabo and Ace steady you as your knees buckle, both of them easing you to the floor. You already knew, but hearing it so plainly was still difficult.

“It is as you say. Both fulfill the bargain. Very well, we have an agreement. Whether via complications of travel, or by accident, the death of your daughter will be the goal. Then only Sabo will remain.”

The recording ended there, and the entire room was silent. Sabo put your head against his shoulder, running his hand over your hair. You weren’t sobbing, but you weren’t sure what to think. The entire thing had shook you more than you expected and your thoughts were shattering before you could really form them.

“… What did they mean, that only Sabo will remain, yoi?” Marco questions after a moment’s silence. “You two have an adopted brother, yeah?

“Sterry’s marrying a princess.” You say flatly, reaching out and threading your fingers between Ace’s.

“He’ll become a prince. If the crown prince ascends, Sterry would return to the family house with his wife and take over as head of the house.” Sabo explains with a sigh. “If something happens to the crown prince, as a prince he’d be next in line.”

“And if he dies for whatever reason, before taking over your family’s House, then… what? Would they force you to go back?” Ace questions.

“Possibly.” Sabo admits. “But I don’t know why that would be their end game. I’d have all the leverage. They couldn’t get me to do what they wanted before, they’d be in a worse position, it doesn’t make sense.”

“It must have something to do with why the Vinsmokes would go to such extremes.” Izou offers. “If there’s no great gain for your parents, it must be on the other side of the equation.”

“In which case, Ichiji effectively killed the agreement by sharing that.” Sabo points to the flash drive. “Royalty or not, he’s not going to want ‘conspiracy to kill a noble’ come to the surface anymore than…” He lets the sentence drop, leaning back and looking at you. You both knew your parents were more concerned about the nobility than their own children, but hearing your father say it so plainly was still harsh.

“Little Spark.”

You manage a very small, very tired smile. “I’m okay… or, well, I will be okay.” Letting out a slow breath you sink into your brother. “I just, just.” Tears well up in your eyes and spill over. You haven’t slept much, you had a heavy conversation with Sanji, a tense meeting with Ichiji, a heavy revelation from Marco, and now this.

And that didn’t even touch everything else.

The exhaustion that gripped you was strange, different from what you’d felt most of your life. You were at a limit you’d never been able to reach before and you were falling into a rest you couldn’t hope to fight. You muttered something, an apology, a statement of your sleepiness, you weren’t sure. Your lips moved but you weren’t processing anything clearly.

The only comfort, as sleep forcefully took you, was knowing that you were safe. With Ace and Sabo close by, there was nothing that could hurt you.

#just like fire #portgas d ace #x reader #portgas d ace x reader #reader insert

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spiderprincess-suffet · 4 months ago

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Finally drawing the Ghost helpers together yahoo

Anais: @paxarsenal

Dahlia: @axolotlbottle

Lore: The self proclaimed Ghost Helpers squad is a group currently consisted of Ine Anais and Dahlia and somewhattt Karma, but she's more like the mandatory adult supervisor than an actual member lol.

Ine is a former psychic who ended up uh ending herself over the mistreatment she received from the people around her due to the psychic abilities she had, because of this she actually hates ghosts cuz her being able to see them is basically the reason she is one now.

The group started as a way for her to get rid of them not really out of kindness but more so just not wanting them to be around...then Anais and Dahlia ended up getting dragged in and are now slowly helping Ine actually care for the dead and want to genuinely help.

Anyways these guys are all over the place doing all sorts of stuff even helping a few of the Proxies, and yes I do have comics planned one in particular about Jane and them attempting to help her figure out how she died but allats gonna be a while considering I'm already struggling with two comics rn 💀

#art #digital art #creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta oc #fanart #horror oc #ghost oc

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pesky--dust · 1 year ago

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I feel like it's harder for me to express my thoughts lately, but I've been thinking a lot about Beverly Katz and I cannot stand being alone with my thoughts anymore, so I’m sorry.

When Will was in Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane, Beverly was one of the few people who visited him there. She needed his help at work, but at the same time, we know that even before, without any hidden motives, she genuinely cared about his life. We also know she's the oldest child in the family. It is very common for the oldest children to feel responsible for their younger siblings.

I believe she feels the same sense of responsibility towards Will, like if he is her younger brother, which is why she tries to be there for him when he needs comfort.

Beverly is in a few episodes, but I won’t write about every single of them. I'm going to focus on the things that support my thesis about her perceiving Will as her younger sibling.

In Amuse Bouche she asks him about his well-being, tries to joke with him (he had just killed a man, to protect an innocent person and himself!), teaches him how to hold a gun properly.

In Coquilles she again shows concern about his condition and I have the impression that in this dialogue she speaks to him like to a child she doesn’t want to frighten:

In Buffet froid there is a lot of interactions between them. First, when panicked Will races out into the hallway, she stares at him and asks with a hint of concern “Will?”. When Will tries to reassure himself he didn’t kill Beth LeBeau, he calls Beverly and when she hears he called her, because he is not entirely sure what he saw was real, the script says “That admission almost breaks her heart, but it doesn't show.”. She tells him that he is the subject of a lot of speculation at the bureau, since people speculating that Jack pushed him right up to the edge and now he is pushing himself over. Later in the same episode she checks Will for evidence that would tell he killed Dr. Sutcliffe and reassures him that there's nothing that would indicate he is the person responsible for killing Dr. Sutcliffe.

When Will is arrested for evidence suggesting he killed Abigail Hobbs, Beverly is unable to maintain complete professionalism and talks to him while collecting evidence from his body. She tells him she didn't want to find anything on him, but since Will always says he's interpreting evidence, he should do it now. She is angry, disappointed and she says, “You should have recused yourself from any investigation. (...) However far over the edge you were leaning, I was hoping that you wouldn’t fall.”

As I have written already — when Will is in Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane, Beverly is one of the few people who visits him there. They make a deal — he helps her with work, she tries to prove he is innocent and she is going to check Hannibal Lecter. We know how it ends for her — Hannibal kills her and Will is needed to resolve this case. Here is a piece of the script from this scene:

Later Will tries to kill Hannibal Lecter by proxy, because he is mad about everything Hannibal caused in his life; he knew about Will’s encephalitis, framed him for his crimes, killed Abigail Hobbs and Beverly, Will's only friend.

However it turns out Will has to change tactic and he ends up falling in love with Hannibal, they are known as murder husbands! On the one hand, I imagine that because of that Beverly has to turn in her grave because she died trying to prove that Hannibal was guilty of crimes Will was accused of, and on the other hand, Will and Beverly really liked each other, and in my opinion, Beverly felt like his older sister, so I feel torn because I think she would, to some extent, enjoy Will's happiness anyway. One way or another, man, this whole situation is sick, especially if you look at it from Beverly's perspective.

#hannibal #hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal #beverly katz #beverly katz my beloved #poor beverly #will graham #beverly katz and will graham's relationship #hannigram #murder husbands #hannibal analysis #hannibal meta #at least i guess it's meta/analysis #hannibal script #pesky--dust analysis #pesky--dust thoughts

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all-pacas · 5 months ago

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DIAGNOSTIC OLYMPICS, SEASON 2, EPISODES 19-24

S1: part one, part two, part three

S2: part one, part two

Hi! I was curious about who on House (besides House) gets the most diagnoses right. Other folks have already run a tally (it's Chase), but I was curious how other factors would influence the tally — whose ideas get run with, who manages treatment, who screws up… So I thought I'd keep score.

1 point for getting the answer. This is almost always going to be House.

.5 points for Valuable Contribution — stuff that isn't the final answer, but either is thought to be the final answer or is valuable to the solving of the case. Stuff like "noticing something on the MRI" doesn't count; things like "figuring out how to treat" does.

-.5 to -1 for Mistakes — stuff that delays or prevents diagnoses, injuring or killing patients, etc.

HOUSE VS GOD DIAGNOSES: Tuberous Scleroses / Herpes

+1 CHASE: Suggests tuberous sclerosis, which ends up being correct. House gives himself a point in the House vs God board for it, but Chase’s idea first. And the way I see it, if House gives himself points for it, Chase gets one too. (Although, I do feel like Chase suggests this one a lot. It’s his lupus.) +1 HOUSE: Realizes the patient has herpes as well. +.5 WILSON: Gets to flex his manipulation muscles again in this episode, both in the poker game and with the patient and his father. Moral points off for fucking one of his own patients, but you can’t win ‘em all I guess.

EUPHORIA PT1 & PT2 DIAGNOSES: Brain-eating amoeba

PART ONE: +.5 CHASE: Immediately guesses CO poisoning despite the guy collapsing outside, and a blood test proves him right, even if it doesn’t turn out to be the problem. Only a half a point because it ended up being an irrelevant win, it had nothing to do with the case. +.5 CAMERON: I’m giving her the point for wanting to go back to the apartment, fully knowing the risk, even before Foreman stabbed her. +0 HOUSE: Thinks Legionnaire’s, which turns out to be correct, if not the issue. He also realizes the patient has been feeding pigeons based on some bread. This would get him a +1, but he also destroys an MRI machine because he refuses to believe bullets are magnetic. Very funny, very dumb. -1 FOREMAN: He stabbed Cameron with a dirty needle! Earlier in the episode he refused to help the patient while the dude was bleeding to death, but that’s OK — Foreman was in the midst of his Giddy Symptoms, not in his right mind. When he stabs Cameron, he’s ‘sober,’ and he while he is guilty he also justifies it as “it saved my life.” Guilt means he knows it was wrong. We count “exposing people to deadly diseases” as a demerit, actually.

PART TWO:

+1 HOUSE: Finally realizes it’s a parasite in the water. Was also willing to sacrifice Steve for the cause. +1 CUDDY: Even though House, Foreman, and Cameron give her shit for it, not letting them autopsy the cop after he died was the right move. Like yeah, asshole move, but they didn’t know what he had, and House wanted to give him an icepick lobotomy? +0 CAMERON: Does a good job as medical proxy. Even if she feels guilty about the super dangerous biopsy, it was what Foreman wanted; no demerits. None for him either, as he was actively dying and all.

FOREVER DIAGNOSES: Celiac disease.

+1 HOUSE: Figures out both that the patient has a vitamin-deficiency causing psychosis, that she and her son had Celiac, AND that she has cancer. +0 FOREMAN: House is right to be kind of annoyed with him this episode: he guesses early on that the patient is mentally ill, and is right, and then shrugs and backs off in the name of his new positive attitude. Nothing he does makes things worse, but he doesn’t help much either. +0 CHASE: Although this is his second patient to die this season, this really wasn’t his fault: the baby survived two murder attempts and was barely holding on as it was. BABY REVENGE: In S1 when the baby dies, Cameron is told to tell the parents, and her first response is “Chase should do it.” In this episode, when House tells Chase to biopsy the dead baby, his first response is “make Cameron do it.”

WHO’S YOUR DADDY DIAGNOSES: Fungus

+1 HOUSE: Is it just me, or is this episode just really bad? Anyway, they spend it running around chasing leads and symptoms, only landing on fungus towards the end, and only figuring out which specifically by asking.

NO REASON DIAGNOSES: N/A

FINAL S2 TALLY:

HOUSE: 36 (+4) TEAM: 5.5 (+0) FOREMAN: 2 (-1) CHASE: 5 (+1.5) CAMERON: 4 (+.5)

It's still shocking to me how low Foreman is; I'm really starting to wonder if I'm missing something or counting things unfairly. He does do a lot in every episode, it's not like he's not pulling his weight — he just doesn't get a lot of final diagnoses's or guess correctly much. He also makes the most mistakes of the team by far, not in terms of medical screw ups but in terms of "being an asshole and making things worse."

Cameron has remained solid, getting a lot of half points and not a ton of demerits, but Chase, surprisingly, is starting to pull ahead. I say surprisingly because it's a sort of commonly known fact that he does get the most right after House, but I really thought that was due to his upcoming S3 streak. I mean, this is the season where he killed someone!

Team is a hard one to judge, and should maybe be higher. There's a whole bunch of episodes where no one has any strong theories or they're just chasing symptoms; arguably those are team wins since no one person takes the lead. But IDK.

#diagnostic olympics #house md #hate crimes md #ON TO SEASON 3 #malpractice posting

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