#that are designed to keep people sick and trapped

[hoolyelina]

now that im all done tormenting two people in my prison (they escaped), here it is! i've been keeping it secret for months! ama

my favourite part is definitely the trap beds. you can't tell from looking at them that they're trapped!!!! but theres a mechanism behind them that drops you in the prison cell! me and ln really cooked with this design

and this is our staff room, stacked with wind charges (literally every piston door is wind activated), milk and such

there's also the shop that uses custom currency.. but it got barely used bc my inmates were very stubborn and didn't fw capitalism

heres how achoo and bugs left their cells... im keeping them like this for historic preservation u_u

here's me walking through the whole thing :3 ftr it also has elder guardians but at the time of recording we didn't get em in

(their names are yoo joonghyuk and kim dokja)

i also have sick photos from all the rp in prison but theyre on my top secret blog and if i copy em over theyre grainy as fuck so ig you're never seeing them

so long, eyeblossom prison......

[yoonia]

— love is banned ● teaser

— title: Love Is Banned | pairings: Jaebum/Jay B x female reader| genre: pwp (porn with very little plot), post break-up!au, brother’s best friend!au

— summary | Heartbroken beyond repair, you escape to your brother’s place hours away from home, desperate to avoid the Valentine’s Day soiree happening around you—only to find yourself trapped in the middle of his love-filled house party. Seeking solitude, you are surprised to find the perfect source of comfort from the last person you had ever expected to meet tonight.

— ratings & full fic warnings | +18 / M for mature;involves swearing, alcohol consumption, explicit sex, teasing and drunk flirting, dirty talk, hand job, oral sex, fingering, edging, light spanking, exhibitionism kink, drunk sex (with consent), orgasm denial, multiple orgasms. 

— word count: 429 words | full fic word count: app. 6k words

— banner design: made by the lovely @lovetaroandtaemin | divider credit

Outside, coming all the way from downstairs, the music is still blaring loudly the later it gets in the night. The sound of people dancing, chatting, and cheering over some sort of a drinking game can be heard through the thick walls. 

But here, the air is getting thick with tension, and it’s hard to focus on anything else when you are pressed down against the hard mattress beneath you, and you have your brother’s best friend hovering on top of you with a sick, teasing grin on his face. 

And oh, how much you struggle to keep your eyes away from those enticing lips. 

“So? What do you say?” he asks again while his gaze moves to your lips, lingering for a few seconds too long as he catches you licking your lips. “It’s a one time offer, and time is ticking. How much longer do you think before your brother comes in and catches us together?” 

You cannot help but grin at the mention of your brother. “Aren’t you afraid that he might just do that and break your nose again like he did years ago?” 

Jaebum laughs, and your heart skips a beat when you realise how much his voice has changed over the years. And how much you still love it. 

“I think it’ll worth the risk. As long as you’re in.” 

Worth the risk. 

Yeah, there’s nothing stopping your heart from trying to break free from your chest now that you hear such words. You shouldn’t believe it. But you want to believe it. You want to believe that he thinks you are worth risking your brother’s wrath. 

“Well? Are you in? Or are you going to walk out that door and forget everything we talked about?” 

You bite your lip as you consider your options. His offer is tempting, but are you brave enough to take the risk? 

One night. No attachment. No promises. And you get to leave this place free of your pent up frustrations and need. Maybe dare yourself to feel some pleasure from the one you are forbidden to touch.

Even if you might have to ignore the familiar flutters in your chest rising the more you look at him—the same way it used to happen all those years ago whenever you saw him when he was hanging out with your older brother. 

“Not a chance,” you answer him with a grin, before you lift your legs and wrap them around his waist, your arms coming around his neck as you pull him down to you. “Game on.”  

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[somerandomdudelmao]

There's so much to take in during this scene. Donnie was having a nightmare about his sickness, about it coming back and trapping him in a body that won't listen. About people watching and thinking of him as already dead, even though his mind is still as strong as it ever was and begging for someone to listen to him, to notice that he's still there and alive.

And someone does. Two someone's, in fact.

Mikey and Leo, the two brothers that can't actively comfort him because they're gone. They're gone, and he's still there. And maybe dream Donnie doesn't know this, because he's dreaming and isn't aware he's dreaming. Earlier, he was yelling for Mikey and Leo, crying for them to come back because in the waking world he's trying to bring them back.

So in his dream, he goes looking for them.

And they heed his call. When he's given up or is too weak to keep trying to tell everyone he's still alive, they notice that he's still there and they pick him off the ground and comfort him. They know that it's only a matter of time until the sickness claims him, and yet they help anyways. Because he's not dead yet, and they're going to keep him as comfortable as they can until it's his time.

They see him, they see Donnie, and they refuse to just let him rot. Because someone who is still alive can't decay, and they know this.

Mikey knows his magic can't take the sickness away, can't fight it off for Donnie, and he still tries anyways. Because it does help, even if only a little. And Leo knows how much Donnie hates being so weak, so he picks him up the same way he did when Donnie knew that today would be his last. Because Donnie trusts him to pick him up without mocking him, because Donnie knows Leo is someone he can rely on to be there for him.

And Leo knows Donnie isn't weak, he thinks of Donnie as one of the strongest people he knows. It's impossible for Donnie to be weak, because he was never weak before. Just because physically he's not the strongest of them, doesn't mean his mind is weak.

He's strong in the way the Krang designed a sickness specifically to kill him and him alone. They could've taken Mikey out, but they didn't. They chose Donnie. Because they knew without Donnie it was only a matter of time until they won, and they were right.

He's strong in the way he lasted so much longer than he should have, in the way the Krang were shocked he lived so long. Because he never stopped fighting. Never. Even when he was so weak he needed CJ to support him, he still decimated the Krang in a way that even Mikey couldn't.

He's strong in the way he reversed death, he's strong in the way he kept the Krang from breaching the Resistance's defenses for what is implied to be close to three decades, he's strong in how he did everything he could to keep the Resistance alive without him before he passed. He's strong in how even when he's at his worst he's still stronger than the enemy.

And yet...

And yet.

And yet, despite this, his family still go out of their way to help him, to hold him up, to check on him and take care of him despite how strong he is. Because they care about him, they care about him so much that they hate seeing him in pain. And so they ease it in anyway they can.

Donnie is so strong, but his family still holds him up.

Because that's what love is.

[emo-gremlin]

General Doctor headcanons!

(Based solely on how he is in game)

💻 Has scary dog privileges because of Yarnaby.

💻 Uses Yarnaby as an excuse to talk out loud about his experiments.

💻 Can transfer his consciousness into his "Vessels" and walk around whenever he wants. These Vessels do need to charge after a while though.

💻 He's currently working on a superior vessel with which he can feel again. It's the sense of touch he misses the most in this new form. This form is a bit more bulky, less skeletal in it's design.

💻 He actually no longer really needs his organs, but it is easier to adapt with his brain still intact. He's trying to work on making it so that he no longer has to, but it's difficult considering the outdated tech he has to work with.

💻 If he ever got connected to the internet, he'd be intrigued and horrified at the same time.

💻 Demisexual/Demiromantic

💻 He didn't have many friends in life at all, it was very difficult to get close to him. He formed more bonds with animals than people, which is why he jumped at the chance to make Yarnaby his guard dog.

💻 He left the Safe Haven alone so he could study their interactions with each other, their responses to stress, sickness, etc. The traps were mainly to protect himself from them. He was honestly quite impressed with Doey's leadership skills. But would never admit it.

💻 Made the Medic toy himself, as a way to keep his experiment going as long as possible. The Prototype didn't know about this.

Enjoy!

[ivys-garden]

Life Series Recap Finale.

The end has came and went. All Wild cards are spent. Who lived, who died? Brace yourself, its a wild ride.

Bigb

And so the first falls.

First, Bigb says goodbye to himself. Or more accurately, his giant face in the woods. He then meets up with his team, saying how proud he is that they stayed together. For a team who didn't trust him they work very well together and trust each other very much, white Pearl giving Bigb her chest plate to help him survive just a bit longer.

Bigb and his Bestie, Ren, are chosen to be the distraction force so the team can go and put Creakings in the Bammers base. Unfortunately this plan didn't work and so the Team has to wander around and try to find a new plan. During this time Bigb charms his way into Ethos heart and gets some of his old gear too.

He then tries to kill him with a mace. Ethos is a good sport about it though.

But, as they both are distracted by their trivia bots, neither is looking at Bigbshell and it is able to seek up on his human and kill him.

A shame too, he was one of my roots.

14 remain.

Scar

He did it. He built his roller coaster. Sure it took the death of both a dog and a skizz, but he did it. And with a really sick design as well! He was able to launch people F A R with this thing, and the people who rode it really ilenjoyed it, even if bdubs almost died to it unintentionally.

That's not to say it wasn't a coaster of death though, he did try to kill Joel with it, but unfortunately this did not pan out. In fact none of Scars Murder attempts panned out, with both a raid at the Cake Tower and a plan to murder Etho falling through, once due to wild card and once due to Scar being too nice a guy.

But, unfortunately, as Scar is doing a bot, eSCARgo is able to seek up and obliterate him. The coaster lays dormant for the remainder of the session.

13 remain.

Lizzie

Throughout this session Lizzie continues her role as the dastardly planner of the bammers, both in planning how to keep her team safe and how to kill the others.

She plans to use small size to avoid others, acts as snail duty for Jimmy and Scar and Was the one to help Scar finally finish the roller coaster, even losing out a zombified Skizz to be a glorified crash test dummy.

Oh yeah, Lizzie became a lich! Getting a Zombified Martyn, Skizz and…. Huh, guess the Watchers got to that one early. Anyway, she orders Martyn to bring her husband and gem to the mountain so she can blow them up with a newly built trap, unfortunately this doesn't work and the Wild card fades before her Lich-jesty can do anything more with her goons.

Aside from the Zombie shenanigans, Lizzie also plants a trap under the main bridge in the form of a Pufferfish. While her she uses her new shapeshifter powers, which were previously only used to mock Jimmy, to copy Scott's DNA. They then do what anyone would and start messing with people. Lizzie is able to convince Scott to let HER go on Scars rollercoaster so he can brag he's been on it for “marketing “...I think lizzie just wanted to go on the rollercoaster… shame since Scar had already converted it to a murder coaster at this point and she couldn't ride.

And then Scar died. Distraught and Robotizised she calls Jimmy back to the Bam-Bunker…. And then in an instant, Everything is gone.

12 remain.

Jimmy

He made it. He made it to the end. To the finale.

Naturally this makes him a lot more paranoid for both himself and his team. He's way more perspective, picking up on Scott's plan before he even executes it. And of course catching them and grian actively trying to kill them.

That isn't to sat he doesn't fall for traps, he almost kills himself accidentally by opening a trap chest gem made. Ironic with how close the bammers have been with the family, with joel saving Jim from a ravenger and giving him a diamond just this session.

But when Lizzie calls him back to The Bambunker, he responds immediately. But little could they know this sealed there fates. Grian, the maker of destiny, called to Jimmy at this moment, saying how “it was always gonna end this way” before Jimmy finally died. Try to find a more Watcher coded moment I dare you.

Also can we just appreciate how good the Bamboozelers were? One of the loyalist, most successful, well prepared and well planned teams we ever had. Genuinely great job, but still they are first out.

11 remain. So close, fly high next time, great Phoenix.

Impulse

Oh no, impulse.

The Gals weren't too happy that Impulse completely wiffed his Totem, apparently as a result of bad foot coordination and playing Minecraft with footpedels. I'd you ever need a reason to not play Minecraft with footpedels, there you have it. Yknow, apart from that being completely Wack.

Oh but that's not Impulses only failure, as he also revealed that he messed up his pitfall trap. After this humiliation and constant ribbing from his team, Impulse is kind to do some killing. He takes Cleo and Ren to raid the old base, gets ridden by Scott, and makes plans to finally kill Gem & Joel.

His first plan comes when Gem is distracted by Pearl being pathetic in front of her and boils down to just slapping Gem with a sword while Invisible. He thankfully backs off when Gem actually offers to fight back. He instead tries some trivia and almost dies to bees. He then rides Scars rollercoaster to calm down and OH FUCK THE BEES ARE BACK RUN AWAY

OK OK, Impulse has a new plan. Using the stupid amount of pearls he got from last episode he gets onto Gem's old shitty watch tower and builds a super TNT launcher. But, he doesn't watch his six and so iSnail is able to sneak up on him.

Impulse is desperate. Thirsty for blood. And so when he gets the Zombie power, he sticks most of the server on Joel, even joining the fray himself.

But in the chaos, etho gets confused, places just one Creeper and away went Impulse.

Maybe aggression won't win the season this time.

10 remain.

Scott

Scott dying before Joel? It's a Christmas miracle! Wait Scott is being really aggressive as well, we sure this is the same guy?

Scott starts the episode celebrating that his desire to spite us was actually able to keep the team together despite all odds and he reaffirms everyone's complete devotion to each other. Before immediately formulating a murder plot. The Gals go to the Bammers base to spawn every creaking they can, but are spotted very quickly. But if these results one thing scott is, its persistent, so He and Pearl go for round two. But anything scott is is easily distracted, so he ends up using his powers to become.murdr twinsies with pearl and just sit around in a whole as she astrals.

When they realise this plan is kinda stupid they decide to get Gem and Joel with it instead and are immediately discovered. Damn. But they go again next time there away and manage to plant all the hearts

… it took Gem like a minute to dig them all out.

Speaking of easily distracted scott also forgets who he's targeting repeatedly and just goes off to dick around. Doing stuff like riding an invisible Impulse or threatening Scar with a bamming of the mountain

But when Scott gets focused again he does so in a big way, being the only one to be able to go toe to toe with Joel during the massive manhunt for him. And as Scott has him cornered, he strikes Joel down.

Only for etho to academically shoot him.in the neck goddammit etho, again?

Hey at least Scott got to feel what it was like for Joel every season.

9 remain.

Gem

Gem counts to be paradoxically paranoid & bloodthirsty and.eager to befriend anyone who tries to kill her. She starts the session by trapping her own base with trapped chests, historically trapping your own base has been a crazy idea but it actually works very well here, nearly getting bdubs and Jimmy.

Joel then convuces Gem to come congratulate Jimmy on surviving. Resulting in them both reluctantly giving Scar and Jimmy diamonds as a reward. Then Lizzie turns around and sends a zombified martyn to lure them into a trap. Apparently there were no hard feelings about this though as Gem continues to be besties with lizzie literal seconds after she tried to atomise her.

Speaking of befriending your enemies, it's what you all been waiting for, the conclusion to the ongoing jewel box drama….

Gem runs around in a circle calling pearl Pathetic and cute as she tries and repeatedly fails to mace her in the face

Yep. That's how the drama ends. Honesty makes a lot of sense with the series as a whole, we might say that things are dramatic or Angsty or edgy or other words, but in reality everything is stupid and doesn't make any sense, so just have some fun and try to kill your friends!

But eventually Gem would have to die. When talking to etho about how great they all were, Etho just straight up blew her up. Like etho killed her, objectively and intentionally. Her family killed her. Needless to say she wasn't too chuffed about that, or the fact that he joined in when everyone started their manhunt for Joel.

But hey, now shes gotten rid of one unstable alliance and can get a new unstable alliance with Pearl! Yippie! Yeah pearl and gem TRY to become murder besties, despite the repeated interruptions of Joel and Cleo trying to kill one of them.

But, the worst interaction comes as a result of the world itself, as every wildcard becomes active. All at once…. Except hunger.

Either way the result is the same, in the chaos Gem experiences death via…. Vex. Really?

But hey, she died as she lived: not being killed by Pearl.

8 remain.

Etho

What did this little weasel get up to? Well he starts by gearing up his tuff guys with arrows and sending them off to go stealing things before meeting up with Cleo to see if the Gals need him to do anything. Using the arrows he had, bdubs stole and he got from cleo he Carstens a plan to Crossbow span anyone who comes near him. He also builds several traps underground he can activate with wind charges.

Now, Gem & Joel already distrust him now and he hasn't given The Gs ant reason to trust him and he isn't doing himself any favours as immediately after finding out scar rigged his roller coaster to kill people, he tries to get Joel to go on it. Later, when he gets the Zombie power he tries to get Skizz to blow up the car again and gets martyn to go after Scott for punching him off Bam mountain. When this fails, he instead tells them to try and kill Impulse for actually no reason.

Speaking of killing people for no reason, he blows Gem up when she's talking about how good a team they are. And then tries to gaslight Joel into thinking it wasn't intentional. Luckily Ethostropod gives him insta karma.

He then joins in the massive hunt to kill Joel. Using the strategies of Crossbow pelting and Creeper spam, one of which is countered by a Lava bucket and the other of which kills Impulse. He then continues trying to kill Joel and accidentally shoots Scott in the face.

Naturally, no one but his tuff guys are willing to trust him. And as Pearl, Cleo and Ren storm the Tuff Towers, Bdubs and Tango fall back. Etho, paranoid, believes that he's being abandoned, and activates his trap, killing himself.

This man, who tried to weasel into any team he could, ended up only being trusted by the team he shut out.

Etho’s last words were “my team is abandoning me” but they stuck by him. It was etho who abandoned them.

7 remain.

Bdubs

Bdubs marvels at how the Tuff Guys stuck together throughout it all. Reflecting on the start of the session, in that vast green pasture where the horse drama started. Where he said that they weren't a team, that they wouldn't help each other. Was it ever true?

No. Bdubs always wanted this team to succeed and will ensure it does, starting by trying to cripple gem and joel. He and Tango go in and steal anything they can carry, they may have triggered a trap and rolled a Nat 1 on deception when gem and joel returned, but all in all it was a fruitful trip.

After affirming that the Tuff Guys will stick together, he's given Ethos mace and promotions to use it wisely. Of course, as all wildcards are active weapons aren't the only way you can hurt other teams, he also feeds pearl the wrong information so she gets trivia wrong, and is swarmed by angry bees.

After this some relaxation is in order and so he goes to Scar and after handing over his spare boots and a frankly pathetic attempt from Scar to convince bdubs to kill tango, he's let on the rollercoaster of fun. He somehow manages to almost fall off and die. How.

OK back to murder, he sees his sights on Gem, tuning invisible with his powers and aiming to mace her. He misses every shot and Gem doesn't even notice. Pathetic.

Hey, at least he got yo hit etho with it in the end.

And as Bdubs flees from Cleo as they kill his dogs, he finds himself in the spider nest with Grian and Joel. Tango, below him, shoots a wind charge at grian… and accidentally hits Bdubs.

After all the reaffirmation of trust and reconciliation, still the Tuff Guys fall to each other's hands. The irony is poetic.

6 remain.

Tango

Tango spends a good portion of the session gearing up his mates, creating a cow spawner for them and joining Bdubs in fobbing gem, including destroying her own cow spawner.

Aside from that he spends all session just trying to survive and help his team, oh and joining in the manhunt for Joel but everyone was doing that.

And at the very end, Tango got Robotizised.

He heard Etho say he was being abandoned, he ran back to tell him he wasn't, but he couldn't hear him.

He called out for bdubs, but couldn't find him. He was distraught when he killed him and he'll never know.

How fitting that this team in particular would fall to a lack of communication.

Tango scales the mountain, unsure of what to do, and is shot by Joel.

5 remain.

Pearl

Pearl is ready for some bloodshed. She's all for killing the Bammers and Family with Creakings, even if both attempts fail miserably.

Reconvening at the old base, Pearl realises she has the mace power and drags Scott away on a murder camel to mace gems face.

She misses like all but two shots. It's pathetic. Only Gem was rooting for her.

OK, but maybe she'll do better when they hunt for Joel, swooping in to Hotguy him with her flight power… or maybe she'll miss that too.

And then Impulse dies. And Pearl is lost. Unsure of what to do, she and gem TRY one last time to reconcile, and it goes really well! Even if Joel is actively trying to kill her.

But then gem dies. And Pearl is even more lost than ever.

With nothing to lose, the three remaining Final Gals strom Bam Mountain. Pearl tried to get the jump on Joel with an ender pearl and… Falls 5 feet and is one shot by grian.

Well, she died as she lived

Pathetically.

4 remain.

Cleo

Yeah if you've noticed the segments getting shorter, that's because I've already mentioned what most of everyone did. Cleo spends most of her session just helping there team gear up or answer trivia.

She has a cowboy duel with Bigb and Torments Jimmy and Joel with creakings. That's something

Oh and at the very end she summons basically all the servers as Zombies and orders them to kill Gem.

Unfortunately they're all on 4 hearts and have no gear and Scar straight up didn't listen to her so Gem became vex food instead.

And yes, that means that everyone but Tango, Bdubs, Joel, Grian and Gem were all on the Final Gals team at some point since cleo considers the Zombies to be team members

Anyway, she gets stabbed by Joel.

3 remain.

Martren

Something happened to Ren. As he merged with martyn last session, the DNA stayed in his genome. He became a DNA abomination of the class WL-8, known as Martren.

But, was it an accident? Or did be just want to keep martyn around? To never lose him again? Ren came back to save martyn, a man no longer puppeteered by forces beyond their control, to cure the evil that had placed in his heart… but yet it remained, because martyn was always this way to some extent. Always ruthless, always dangerous. And in tye exact moment ren came to terms with this, martyn died. In front of him. Again. After that, why would he ever let him go, even if it meant losing himself?

Anyway, enough being overly dramatic, that's Ren's job! And he does it very well, managing to act out the idea of a man split between bloody vengeance and a desire for friendship perfectly.

Everyone else isn't a big fan of Matren tho, ujderatanvle, this is the weirdest shit ren has ever pulled by far.

Despite being a literal monster, Martren does well for himself, making friends with the tuff guys, Jimmy and The Gs, being fully geared up by the latter

Ren also acts out a meeting between Martren and The Undead Martyn. Which like dam imagine fusing with your pseudo wife and then their Reanimated corpse says he doesn't recognise you and insults your face. I definitely wouldn't go camel boarding with them after that, even if it was to kill Joel

But, as he and the gals stormed Bam mountain, the fire of the beams proved too strong for martren.

At least now he may finally rest.

2 remain.

Grian

Grian starts with a tentative alliance with the Tuff Guys being formed, in which he promises to 100% never try to kill bdubs again.

Yeah he tries to kill bdubs again later in the session. Plops a TNT minecart right in his tower. I mean he's somewhat remorseful, so I guess that's something.

He has no remorse for Jimmy though. He's desperate for him to die. He tries to sneak attack them, but is distracted by running into Impulse and his team. Through, later he is able to rig the Bam-Bunker to explode. Now his family isn't too pleased with him blowing up there only allies, but not much they can do about it.

The especially can't complain as Grian repeatedly saves Joel, such as when he teleported him out of the fray when the entire server was hunting him, nearly at the cost of his own life.

In the end, grian promotions his life to joel as the two of the stand on Mumbo Tower, preparing for war.

But as the dust settles and their enemies lay dead, there is no sacrifice from grian. He tried to shoot Joel down where he stood.

But in the end, there is only one way Grian’s story would end

Like skizz

Like mumbo

Falling to the ground.

1 remains.

Joel Toretto. The Chariot

How fitting is it that the member most Wild, most aggressive, most dangerous, would win Wild life?

And how ironic is it that the only reason he does is by being none of those things?

Across this entire season Joel has been passive, even as Gem was starting drama or Etho was betraying him or people were trying to kill him, he never took action. He stayed with his family, in his ugly car, and simply lived.

This session is no different, he saves Jimmy from a ravenger, he takes gem caving, he refuses to go after Scott. He never takes action. Only reaction.

In other seasons, he'd have gone red early, killed have the server and died by Scott's hand in a Blaze of glory.

But here, by not provoking anyone, he was finally able to win.

He Barely even fights. He turns Impulses snail invisible and hits cleo and ren and few times, but that's it.

Even when the whole sever chases him down, he doesn't engage because it'll he did he would be surrounded and killed. Any beast, no matter how dangerous, can be slain. But you cannot kill what you can't hit.

In a way Joel's journey here parallels Scott's win more than anything he did in any other season. An honurable man never backing down, but never raising his sword.

And so it is Joel who is able to walk down the corridor, to face that red door with everyone watching, and walk into destiny

Unfortunately he himself built destiny, so the trap fails and he looks like a goober.

But hey, finally Joel Toretto can ride off into the sunset in that great big car.

No more players remain. This World Is dead

Until next time.

[the-deranged-lunatic-askblog]

I was curious how if Hunter Wirt meets with middle aged Wirt or maybe nurse Wirt

Hunter Wirt and Nurse Wirt

Hunter would not recognize her as a version of himself, so she would have almost the same treatment as the rest of the people he finds. Which it means, random chances of surviving!

Since Wirt is dressed as a nurse, he would use it as an excuse for her (and himself) to keep her around a little longer

Hunter kinda views himself as a broken sick monster who's only real problem is to be alone. He would only ask for nothing more than company, someone to have around to talk to and sharing interests

Tho, Hunter would keep in mind the idea that eventually he has to cut Nurse down, not matter how much he appreciates her company, he knows very well that she is not there because she wants to, and he shall end her soon

I can see him being disgusting on purpose, kinda waiting for the moment he can give himself a """actual reason""" to discard her, so then he can go back to play the "ohhh I'm a lonely monster who doesn't deserve to be love" over and over again

Tho, I do imagine that Nurse in her situation would actually try to help him, giving him some healthy advice and taking care of him as she can, despite the disgust.

Hunter and Middle Age Wirt

It would be a shocking situation for both of them, seeing each other in a way they thought they could never see in their lifes

Adult Wirt seeing what would have happened to him if he made the wrong choice

And Hunter sees the man he never growed up to be.

Adult Wirt would try to help him, trying to understand him, how he ended up like this? How- how can he reincorporate!? Rehabilitate him! There must be a way to help this boy to get a second chance in life!

But Hunter would not let himself be helped... Less someone but himself

Hunter would HATE him, DESPITE HIM with all his damned soul! Just for the simple fact that Wirt got the second chance HE dreamed for all these years... And yet, his older self is nothing but a disappointment

Hunter has this thing about being happy over the misery from other versions of himself, to give him a 'valued' reason to think like "it could have been worse"

So if he suddenly finds a "good" thing about them, that is definitely better than his, then of course he'll get really mad.

Hunter would try to see him as a failure of an adult, a pathetic old man who wasted his entire life and failed his goals. Why? Because he can't see himself being triumphant and happy at all, he doesn't deserve it, not even his other versions of himself, all for the simple fact that they are just... him

Also Hunter being trapped inside this need of "it could have been worse" proof to dismiss how horrible his life truly is.

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I hope you guys like it! I think these versions are really interesting to see interact with each other, especially with the middle age version! Woah!

Those designs were really good, so thanks for the ask!

I hope you guys like it!

[fatalisticme]

shout-out to mentally ill/neurodivergent/disabled/chronically ill people who:

grew up wondering what was wrong with them and why everything that was hard for them seemed so easy to other people. who felt so confused and stuck all the time because they didn't understand what was happening to them. whose symptoms aren't taken seriously. who struggle to ask for the help and support they need. who feel weak and helpless. who wished they could be "normal." who feel like a burden on their friends/family. who feel hard to love or even unlovable because of their condition. who feel guilty all the time. who feel like they aren't sick or unwell or neurodivergent or disabled ENOUGH. whose condition makes them feel lonely and isolated because they aren't able to connect with people or maintain relationships. who are exhausted. who are scared that they'll always feel lonely. who are tired of feeling trapped in a world that isn't designed for them.

you are worthy of love, support, understanding, and acceptance. you are not a burden. you deserve safety and happiness. you deserve community. you are stronger than you think. keep fighting. i know how draining and hopeless it feels sometimes but we have to keep fighting. there isn't space in this world for people like us but we will make space. don't shrink yourself. keep being you and keep having hope for a better future.

[pico-digital-studios]

Into, Across and Beyond! Cast: The Smiling Critters (or "Smiling Buddies")

Please refer to the below post as well:

(Attached link is for both halves of the art, designed by togebora)

A colourful band of friends, these are who you may (or may not) know as the Smiling Critters! Well, they are different in the IAB! continuity than you may know them in Poppy Playtime, especially over in Dimension MP-2021, where their roles are most prominent.

In this universe, they are NOT fictional characters from a TV show or toy lineup, but they are instead real characters in-universe who co-exist alongside everyone else in MP-2021. As it happened, all eight had applied for Bumper High School at the beginning of One More Hero and were getting ready to study alongside OMT!Tails and the ApocalypseTitan kid characters.

Daylight the Pup (DogDay)

The leader of the friend group and one of the most optimistic of the eight. He's shown to be very loyal to his friends, and he's one of the first OMT!Tails passes by on the open week at the school.

Bubba the Elephant (Bubba Bubbaphant)

The blue elephant member and one of the top students in classes, up there with OMT!Tails (mainly in math and science) and Max Cartwright. He's naturally smart and has a really good memory for things, and he's sometimes about to keep check on the below-mentioned petition and see how it's coming along.

Kickroyale the Chicken (Kickin' Chicken)

The yellow chicken member who is full of radical attitude for those around him and can be pretty smug about stuff. Though it does cause trouble on occasion for those around him, he's still got a good heart, and he's a bit of a softie deep down. Though he is the "cool kid" of his gang, he is pretty prone to fear, and is open to asking others for help if he really needs it.

As it happens, in One More Hero, he's the first to come to OMT!Tails and Bobby's aid when Benny starts bullying them for the heck of it (and even had the gall to mock Bobby's all-loving status), and he kept his trap shut when Richard attacked the school in More than One Universe to avoid being noticed.

Picky Patch the Pig (PickyPiggy)

The pink pig member and the big eater of the bunch. Contrary to her name, she isn't picky, but she enjoys lunchtimes at school and usually picks something filling and healthy to have for her daily meals. Of course, she can be picky about trying light snacks or fast foods, due to not wanting to be unhealthy in her life.

Picky is also one of the most optimistic and level-headed in the group, and is there to calm the others down if things are getting out of hand. And out of the goodness in her heart, when she heard that OMT!Tails was off sick, she shared some apples she had picked from an orchard for him to enjoy.

Hoppy Scotch the Bunny (Hoppy Hopscotch)

The green rabbit member and the most excitable of the bunch. She gives a lot of enthusiasm to friends around her, though can come off as loud or impatient sometimes because of this, so she does make time to slow down for her friends.

Of the bunch, she was one of the bigger fans of OMT!Sonic when he was still alive, and aspired to be able to run fast like him, hence her decision to ask OMT!Tails to give running or hopping a shot with her whenever they got the chance to hang out.

Crafty "CraftyCorn" Canvas the Unicorn

The white, yet colourful, unicorn member and one of the more shy members. She is shy around meeting new people, but especially enjoys art and the vast wonders it can create. As an aspiring artist, she finds it very important to share the art she creates with others and finding beauty in pretty much anything around her.

She's the Smiling Buddy who has the most influence in points of One More Hero's plot, as she had heard about the rising prevalence of AI in art theft and disliked the idea, so she enlisted OMT!Tails's help to go and get people to sign her petition to make AI art outright illegal in Dimension MP-2021.

OMT!Tails did find some difficulty in getting all the required signatures at first, but when the alternate crew from the Blur Gang came along, that's when he made excellent progress, and he handed the finished petition back to Crafty at the end of the story for her to put forward. She even painted a picture of him (including one with his nano-suit) and sent it to him as a thank you for what he did.

Bobby Hugster the Bear (Bobby Bearhug)

The young red bear member and the all-loving part of the gang. She's a young girl who shows love and compassion for pretty much anybody, no matter who they are. However, this all-loving status doesn't come without its flaws, as it leaves her vulnerable to bullying, which she wouldn't have made it through if not for people like OMT!Tails and Kickroyale having her back.

In One More Hero, she's the first to see how nervous Tails is about settling into his new school in those next six months, and offers him some starting companionship while he gets to grips with the place. And once she heard about what went down with Uma, she's the first to comfort OMT!Tails once he returns to the school dorms, knowing just how difficult it must be for him to cope with.

Of course, thanks to her being there whilst OMT!Tails was being comforted by the Blur Gang, it meant she also got caught up in the crazy hide-and-seek when Danny entered the room, and then pinned in the room with OMT!Tails when the Blur Gang headed out to shut down Eggman Nega's invention themselves, though she was freed once Tails got his heroic second wind.

Naksh the Cat (CatNap)

The last member of the Smiling Buddies, and arguably the one who's changed THE MOST from his original counterpart. He's not constantly sleepy, but he is selectively mute and hasn't smiled a lot, even when with his friends. He had a rough home life and finds comfort in being around people who genuinely get it.

He does show up to help comfort OMT!Tails after Uma is hospitalised, though due to being more nervous, he doesn't stick around after the Blur Gang arrive at his dorm, though does show fascination when he witnesses proof of the multiverse from them.

Through this knowledge, he saw about his portrayals from Playtime Co. and the horrors of the factory, and isn't afraid to show his dislike for BOTH portrayals, feeling they don't capture who he really is at all.

And in general...

Each of them enjoy being around OMT!Tails and have all supported him from the sidelines in his quest to protect Mobius from destruction at the hands of crazed villains. Though their roles are not as major as anyone from the Blur Gang, Quill Society or rogues gallery, they all still make sure to do their part where it counts.

Small Note

For all you Poppy Playtime fans that saw this post and liked it, welcome to my blog, where I post stuff related to a story based on Spider-Verse, but with hedgehogs, foxes and other characters from the Sonic multiverse. Be sure to stick around here to see more!

And as a side-note to you guys, the Smiling Critters (who I'll admit are my personal favourites from the game) are going to be the ONLY representation of Poppy Playtime in ALL of IAB!. That means the rest of the characters are absent in Dimension MP-2021 outright.

[marigold-hills]

The Black Wizard (Part 4)

PART ONE | PREVIOUS PART | NEXT PART

It wouldn't be a bad thing if Remus were to take the food with him once he leaves, he thinks. It was made for him, after all. It doesn’t matter if he eats it now, or a bit later, or somewhere in the cold of the Waste. It’s not stealing if it was something he was given, even if he were to misappropriate the gift's purpose.

Remus has wrestled his conscience regarding stealing into submission a long time ago. He’s had to, living the life he had. This? This is different. This is someone giving him kindness - a warm bed to sleep in, a hot tea to drink. Taking advantage of this kindness is unthinkable.

Of course it could be something else. Could be that Sirius had already realised what Remus is. Can Wizards smell a monster? Are there protective enchantments on the Castle that had alerted him? Could be that the breakfast is a way of keeping Remus calm and docile and unaware. He doesn’t understand why else the Wizard would go out of his way for him like this.

He decides to eat the cake. Ignores what looks like an imitation of an eyebrow raised in judgement on the fire’s face. The words usually, you’d reserve the desert for after.

The slice is thick, dense, a resistance against the spoon. Two layers of sponge, a red cream in the middle. Remus tries that first, a tentative bite. It’s cherry.

Food, for Remus, is not what it used to be when he was a child. It’s a necessity now - it’s always a necessity but now it’s nothing but. Something he scavenges or pilfers or otherwise acquires with stolen money. Something the lack of he’s intimately, consistently familiar with.

He doesn’t even try to hide the moan that leaves him at the first bite.

He’s going to make himself sick, eating all of it. It’s too rich for a body unused to such delights. Too filling for someone getting by on the minimum they can get away with. But he doesn’t care. Not when each spoon has been freely given to him, when the tea accompanies it so perfectly it must be by design. Not when he’s warm, and comfortable, and - in this place, where danger could so easily befall him - he suddenly feels safe.

It’s such a clever trap, the feeling of safety. Remus feels his body settle in a way he didn’t think it could anymore.

“Sirius won’t be back till after nightfall today,” James tells him and there is something new in that strange fire-made face. “The weather is good for some spell he’s making.”

Remus wonders about that. The rumours about what are Black Wizard does had spread through Hogsmead when the Castle first appeared. Disappearing cattle, disappearing girls. A sudden bout of flu amongst the rich families. Deer getting too clever to be hunted, or going missing from the forests altogether.

There’s a part of him that’s curious. What is Sirius working on now? But he’s afraid to ask, to bring attention to himself in a proximity of even the mention of magic. He looks out the window instead, and notices something peculiar.

The window above the sink shows the Waste - the vast, wild beauty of it, the lake and the patches of heather.

But the other one? The window by the door? It looks out onto a street. 

It’s not a street of Hogsmead - Remus knows them all. It’s busy, despite the pouring rain, people rushing down the cobbles in fancy clothes carrying fancy umbrellas, their fancy shoes clicking with each step. The buildings across the street are tall and thin, densely packed together, with prim little gardens of manicured grass.

“Where are we?” Remus asks on a breath. He doesn’t really mean to. The wonder slips out by itself.

The air in the room gets a little warmer, like the fire blooms with happiness or pride or a mixture of both. “That’s a tricky question, with a tricky answer,” he says. “We’re in the Waste where you found us, but we’re also in the capital.”

“But…” he moves closer to the window to get a better look at a strange dog being walked by a strange woman. “How? How is this possible?” He turns to the sink again and there it is - nothing but green, as far as his eye can see.

“That’s Sirius’ little secret I’m afraid. He’s not really one for sharing.”

Remus knows about magic. He knows of magic. He’s read books and heard his dad’s stories. Heard the hearsay about the Black Wizard, and the Wizard of the Waste, and the Grand Wizard, appointed by the Queen. 

He never knew it could do that.  NEXT PART

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[ultimateplaylistmaker]

Fuck I wanna think about villain gonta ideas now, here’s some thoughts that come to mind

Werewolf Gonta who secretly hates what humanity represents, he’s very “love person by themselves hate people as a group” who got taken away from his werewolf pack to be “reintegrated” when he was out on his own gathering food or something. So while at first he was curious about humans and how humans lived as he’s a scholar at heart, over time he became very disillusioned, and decided the only right thing to do was start his own new pack to try and fix things. Yes I have been binging the Katydid werewolfverse, shhh

I’ve always loved the idea of an au where Gonta just, keeps going after Miu, there’s no limit rules in place, he could potentially get pretty far, better for his friends to die by his hands quick then to be executed after all. This could either be in the simulation where he takes miu’s hammer, maybe Kokichi got frozen in this one and Gonta sees a chance to spare Kokichi such a gruesome death, or if he keeps his memories could be done outside of the simulation

Comedy where due to the whole take a jacket gentlemen thing, he accidentally traps a selkie trying really hard to pretend they aren’t a selkie, this one isn’t too horrifying but the idea is hysterical to me and he is accidentally basically kidnapping someone so it counts

Bit of a gross one where Gonta takes entomology perhaps a bit too far and due to his own interest in bugs and wanting to care for them infects his friends and class with parasites that he deems “harmless enough” (aka won’t severely hurt or kill them just maybe be a bit sick and out of it) so he can better study them and the effects!

Hades and Persephone au with Gonta as Hades, I think his chivalry mixed with his lack of socialization would fit him really good for the god of the underworld who did do a kidnapping but beyond that is a pretty great husband, plus it’s fun to have such a nature themed character in the role of the god of the underworld, lots of cool insect theming you could do with the design of the underworld

Gonta as like some fae or other dangerous forest spirit that takes a sacrifice from a village every year in return for his protection or to like not curse them with locusts, no one knows what happens to the sacrifices after they are forced into the woods, just the screaming afterwords, but they’re never seen again… a small price to pay for safety isn’t it?

[indigos-stardust]

Four Keys: Buwe (Blue)

(reblogs appreciated)

This is Buwe! (pronounced similarly to Dew), he's this au's Blue! Buwe's people, Selkie Folk, live in different communities on arctic Islands that rely on fishing seasons to survive.

Unfortunately, a horrible sea ice witch threatened them. She threatened to freeze all the sea, the sea that gave them their fish and their life, unless they paid. With wealth or manpower. Their tribes are like brother and sisters.

Paying her, it would have debilitated them until there was nothing left. It would kill them. Going against the other tribes would kill their souls. It was a trap to let her get more power. With the walls of ice surrounding them, and air so frigid no messenger bird could be sent, there would be no help to free them.

Buwe decided, that if she wanted a warrior, he would give her one. One that would take the breath from her lungs as he strangled her. No sick child of his home, his tribe of Kunae, would die again, because of her. Coughing blood and becoming brittle.

He found a weak spot in her ice walls and after nights of hard work in secret, he left. Filled with rage, knowing he'd never survive making it to the other tribes, he decided to go straight to the mouth of the beast. Her little hideout, hidden in the ice, under the freezing water.

He's never seen a place so beautifully sculpted, yet so revolting. Patterns of swirling ice with windows to the wide ocean outside, columns fashioned with utmost care. Icy statues of figures posed beautifully appear along the walls. The bones of children as adornments. Red stained fabrics, draping down the entrances.

It's nothing like the castles he's learned about from books, its far too small and the design itself is far too close to home. But he knows that's just now, she wants to expand this. She wants more. She'll build it out of pearly white bones if she has to.

He catches her by surprise, while she's tinkering with some sort of map. Planning for the attacks she'll lead them in, when they all crack and serve her in their grief. When they let her take control of their very minds with a binding oath made of pure dark magic.

She's amused at first. She knew how great of a warrior, and determined a man he was. She reminds him of her offer. To be hers. Only the finest would be hers, after all. He's sick. This monster, the way she talks, the way she watches him. It's nothing but a freaking game.

"No? Pity, Kunae man, but I don't want to kill you ,you know... Such a wasteful thing, yes?"

He stands in silent fury. He's ready to fight, to end this.

"Fine then, you can be, another one of my... perfect sculptures. My favorite one, in fact. That way, you could stay by my side forever, hm?"

She steps to him, closer and closer. He will not be afraid.

"Even back then... So brash and brave, when I came, I just adore you..." her hand caresses his face, he's tense, " That's the face I want to keep for myself forever."

His dagger lurches into her gut, but not before a thin blast of ice blasts off forcing them apart. Buwe moves, the end is near. The end of suffering, or the end of any chance of hope. The end of her, or the end of him.

Buwe nearly dies in that fight. He was fighting, on her terf, already weakened, with his own ability already diminished from the hunger. But the rage fuels him on, and he knows he will End Her even if it only happens during his last dying breath.

She gives a final attack of defense, he got too close, his grand tactical mistake made out of desperation. Her eyes say the words he can't hear. It's the blessing of a curse. He can feel his legs freezing over, the ice in his bones spreading and paralyzing reaching itself tendrils outward. The sound of her cracking neck is nearly mute in the water, an endless abyss of the dark. It's the most beautiful thing he's ever heard. The light leaves her eyes.

He tries, Buwe really does, to transform again into a selkie, to let him swim to the surface, and maybe reverse her curse just long enough to see his home again. Just the walls and the glistening shining snow, that the children would soon play on again. He manages to transform, but it's too late. Every thought slows, muffled and pained. He will be lost, but he won, for them. That's all that matters. The world is deafening, as he sees the blackening ocean turn icy white. The world is dark again.

@slaingelo @vamqiredove @shadylink enjoy lol, it gets worse probably

[brightdarkness-2013]

Chapter 32: And Things Happen

Summary: Jazz talks to Shane Leach and Prowl bites the hand that feeds him.

I was waiting for my parents to call me. Prowl was really on edge with the way this asshole was hanging around all the time now. That led to the others getting aggressive and just made our jobs a whole lot harder. Then of course the guy had to insult us on our abilities to handle our mers. His voice was way too high pitched for a guys I swear. It was like he was trying to sound cheery all the time though you knew that he had it out for you. Just listening to him was giving me a headache. He walked around like he owned the place and there was nothing we could do about it.

Prowl simply refused to leave the water now. His scales were always puffed out when the guy was around and he would hiss whenever he got too close from within his nest. He never came out at all anymore. The Accuratious would bring him his meals right to his nest. One would get the fish while the others patrolled around Prowls nest. Their own scales puffed in aggression and their fangs bared at everyone who came by. That meant that we hadn’t been able to clean the tank in a while and we would have to drug them up soon to do it. We’d need to get Prowl out of the tank to start pulling out scales soon too. We were going to be pulling out scales by the handful at this rate. We didn’t need Prowl’s scales rotting and him getting sick on top of the stress.

I really wanted to be able to push the guy out of the door. All of these questions on what was going on. All of the notes. It shifted more toward Prowl every day.

‘And they made these designs?’

‘They have their own written language? Is there evidence to support this?’

‘How long has this been going on?’

‘This is the mer that has supplied these markings?’

‘How long has he been here?’

‘When and where was your first encounter with this mer?’

‘And it Escaped the traps?’

Question upon question. Note upon note. He was staring at Prowl half the time and I was starting to fear what they were going to do. I never had wanted to hear from my parents so much in my life. I needed this information as soon as possible. I needed to make sure that Prowl was going to be ok. In order to protect him though I needed to know what I was protecting him from and how. Then of course Blaster and I came up during one of his little ‘interviews’ and how we had found him. So we ended up having to talk to the guy. Blaster had been his first target. Blaster had been rather cold toward him and gave as little information as possible I’m proud to say. His clipped answers had really annoyed him I’m sure.

“What do ya want?”

“I would like to talk about the mer that has given us access to their language.”

“Of course ya do. That’s all ya want to talk about.”

“Is that a problem?”

“Yes. Having ya here is bothering him.” I spoke bluntly as I gestured to the hissing mer.

“One would think that with how long he has been here that he would be more accustomed to people.”

“He’s a wild mer that had his pod destroyed by people. He’s not some pet. Of course he’s going to be upset by new people.”

Prowl didn’t mind people coming. He didn’t care about the people that came in with deliveries. He didn’t care about the inspector that came in. He didn’t care about some of the employees kids and spouses coming in. Hell he even followed the kids along the glass wall curiously and boy did the kids have fun with that. It was only Him that bothered him. It was only this shady creep that made him act like this.

“Most mers become comfortable enough with people that they don’t act so aggressively in such facilities within a few months.”

“Prowl’s not most mers.”

“No he is not.”

For some reason the way he said that and looked at Prowl was putting me on edge. It was like there was something behind the words. Some hidden meaning that I couldn’t find.

“A lot of the mers here aren’t comfortable with people being so close and the way ya keep staring at him would bother anyone mer or not.”

He didn’t give me a response and just walked away with a grin. One of the most disturbing things that had happened was when Prowl had started hiding in his neighbor's nest when he came by. The one that he had been avoiding going into the entire time that he had been in there with them. They guarded the nest with such ferocity that we had to drug them later that day to clean the tank and pull Prowl out. That was the only time he had actually fought us. He simply did not want to leave the water. He had thrashed and pulled and had even bit Cliffs hand when they got him on the gurney to take him to the medbay. He hadn’t broken the skin, but there was enough pressure to get his point across that he didn’t want to go anywhere. However one sedative given near his wing fin and he had let go.

His wing fins twitched as we worked on pulling out all of the dead scales. He whined more the longer he was out. He had buried himself into my stomach when I moved to comfort him. The black, white, and grey skin under the scales was soft and vulnerable, but very warm. Handfuls of scales were pulled out and Ratchet had cursed under his breath about him not taking care of himself. There was no sign of any of the scales rotting, but the amount of scales that were going to regrow would have left him extremely vulnerable out in the ocean. The moment he was back into the water he fled to their nest again and we didn’t see him the rest of the day.

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[ladylynse]

A DP ficlet for @schwoopsiedoodles. The prompt was technically 'New Years' but, uh, that was more of a starting point than a focal point with this one.

Phantasmagoria [FFN | AO3]: At first blush, the new year seemed like it would start off normally enough, but Danny should really know better than to expect normal by now. Still, this was not what people usually meant when they talked about a new year yielding infinite possibilities.

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“Happy New Year, little brother,” Jazz said as she wrapped Danny in a hug. Fireworks burst on the TV, some celebration they’d switched to just before midnight, but Jazz clearly didn’t think that was loud enough to cover her next words because she lowered her voice before adding, “We made it through another Christmas, and we made it through last year, so we’ll make it through this one, too.”

“Happy New Year, you two!” Maddie said as she joined them and turned the affair into a group hug, and then Jack was on the other side, wrapping them all in a bear hug, and Danny—

Danny was being squeezed too tightly from every side now, and he was getting hot enough and feeling trapped enough that not phasing out of everyone’s grip was more of an active decision than what should be the tangible default of remaining in place. Jazz’s hair was tickling his nose, but better the smell of her shampoo than the scent of ectoplasm from his parents’ HAZMAT suits that lingered despite the intense decontamination and washing protocols. He should say something, maybe force out a laugh or joke about Jazz not breaking into song like usual, but—

But maybe that was it.

Maybe that’s what was bugging him, why he wasn’t as happy as he should be even though he knew, objectively, that Jazz was right, that everything was as good as it ever was these days.

Jazz wasn’t singing Auld Lang Syne.

It shouldn’t bother him. It’s not like she had to sing it. She just always had; it was practically as much of a family tradition as the annual Christmas argument. She liked the song—she had for as long as he could remember—and Maddie would join in once she started. So would Jack, even though he couldn’t sing any better than he could aim.

So why skip it this year?

There was something niggling at the back of Danny’s mind, a sort of awareness that came slowly, creeping over his skin and making it crawl in the process.

He didn’t feel hot any longer, but the feeling of being trapped definitely hadn’t gone away.

Maybe that was a good thing.

That meant that whoever was doing this to him didn’t know he’d realized something was off.

This didn’t feel like the Ghost Writer. Even if he’d mercifully decided to weave his stories into reality without rhyme, Danny doubted he’d give up the background narration entirely. He liked being in control of the narrative too much.

Danny wasn’t ruling out this being a dream, though, or some other happy simulation designed to keep him under, to keep him from questioning it. Things hadn’t worked out last time when he’d been dreaming of his friends, so if this was round two of ‘keep Phantom out of things by keeping him asleep’, shifting the narrative to his family might make a sick sort of sense. It would make more sense than an attempted reality rewrite from someone like Desiree—or someone armed with something like the Reality Gauntlet.

This was too personal for that kind of thing.

“Uh, Dad?” Danny finally tried. “You can let go now.”

“I’ll never let you go,” came the response, but it wasn’t Jack’s voice, it was Sam’s, and he was smelling her shampoo now, not Jazz’s, and Tucker was sandwiching Danny between him and Sam, and—

Shouldn’t he feel sick after a transition like that? After a lack of transition like that? This was a dream, but if Nocturn or whoever it was was trying to keep him down, wouldn’t they at least make him a little dizzy? It all might have felt seamless, a shift occurring between one blink and the next, but the whiplash between what is and what was—

“Dude,” said Tucker as he released Danny and stepped back, letting Danny see that not only was he no longer in his living room but he was also no longer in his house. They were in Sam’s room, and it was decorated the same as always; nothing seemed out of place at a glance.

Then again, if this was a dream, and he thought he knew how everything looked, would anything feel out of place when he was the one imagining it in the place it was now?

This was making his head hurt.

It just didn’t hurt enough to wake him up and snap him out of this, which was annoying.

Tucker was biting his lip, but his words burst out of him a split second later. “I know this is kinda a stupid question considering everything, but are you okay?”

He really wasn’t, but fine, Danny could play along. That was easier now that Sam had let him go at Tucker’s words, which had the unnerving effect of lessening his feeling of being trapped even though he knew he was still very much trapped.

But if the shock of the transition wasn’t enough to snap him out of it, and the shock of realizing what was going on wasn’t enough, what would be?

“I’m fine,” Danny said, and Sam promptly punched Tucker in the arm, who yelped.

“What was that for?”

“Asking a stupid question,” she ground out, “that made Danny feel like he had to lie to us and say he’s fine when he’s not.” Her gaze flicked to him. “What Tucker means is that it’s okay that you’re not okay yet, but we’re going to be here for you for as long as you need us.”

Wait.

What?

Tucker blew out his breath in something that wasn’t exasperation or a sigh but something else, something closer to…regret? Jazz would do that sometimes—she said it helped her to centre herself and get her thoughts in order—but had he ever heard Tucker do it?

“Sorry,” Tuck said. “I didn’t mean are you okay okay, because obviously this being a new year doesn’t mean what happened a couple weeks ago didn’t happen. I meant it more as a sort of ‘are you okay because you suddenly seem less okay than you were ten seconds ago’ and I wanted to know if it was something I did. Or Sam!” Tucker’s eyes flicked to Sam as he quickly added, “Please don’t hit me again. That really hurts.”

Coldness pooled in Danny’s stomach again, spreading outward and freezing his lungs. It was harder than it should be to repeat, “A couple weeks ago?”

Tucker’s laugh was a little too high not to be full of nerves. “Or, like, last week, with the funerals. And Vlad.” Sam’s foot shot towards Tucker’s leg, but he was already dancing back in anticipation. “He asked!”

“What about Vlad?” Danny pressed.

Sam stopped her attack on Tucker and frowned. “What do you mean, what about Vlad?”

“See?” Tucker flung out an arm towards Danny. “That’s why I asked if he was okay!”

Sam scowled at him, but it melted away when she turned back to Danny. “Okay, I get that it probably doesn’t feel worse than what he was always trying to do, but the paperwork’s that much closer to being official now, and I just…. I don’t want to lose you. We don’t want to lose you. And if we can’t figure out some way around this….”

“We will,” said Dani’s voice from behind him.

Danny jumped before spinning to face her, the what? spilling from his lips before he could think twice about it. Danielle was in her human form but in a black T-shirt and shorts he didn’t recognize, and—

And that wasn’t all he didn’t recognize.

A far cry from Sam’s bedroom, this place was basically a white box, sharp clean lines and maybe twice the size of his bedroom back home. Not small, but not necessarily big, considering it didn’t have windows or a visible door or, well, anything.

Anything, he realized as he looked around again, except some poorly hidden cameras.

Crud.

Maybe he didn’t have to recognize this place to know where he was.

Danielle was ignoring the cameras, apparently. She must’ve seen them—Vlad had trained her and he wasn’t incompetent in that, Danny was pretty sure—but she wasn’t looking at them. “We’ll get out of here,” she said. Repeated, presumably. “I can’t tell you how, obviously, but we will.”

Danny walked over to the nearest wall, turned his hand intangible, and promptly failed to stick it through the wall.

He wasn’t surprised, considering he’d dreamed himself up what must be some luxury cell courtesy of the Guys in White, but it was really disappointing to confirm that he was aware that he was dreaming but couldn’t control it.

(This had to be a dream. Nothing except dream made sense.)

“If you keep doing that, they’re going to separate us.”

“No,” Danny said with an assurance that better suited Jazz than him as he studied the wall for what seemed to be nonexistent flaws, “they wouldn’t have risked putting us together if they didn’t want something.”

“Yeah, and giving it to them would be bad. Got that. Hence the whole ‘not telling you how we’ll get out of here’ thing.”

“Except even that tells them something.” He turned back to Dani. “It tells them you have a plan.”

“Or it tells them I want them to think I have a plan.”

“Which is still technically a plan. It’s just a poorer plan.”

“Like you’re an expert on plans.” Danny snorted, conceding her point, so Danielle continued, “All that really matters is they’re guessing. Which they are. Because they don’t know us. Not well enough, anyway. It’s going to be their downfall.”

“I hope you’re right,” he murmured.

“Of course I’m right. I’m me. Besides, I’m not spending my entire birthday locked in here.”

Danny didn’t bother to verbalize the look he sent her; even someone as dense as the GiW agents he’d run into in Amity Park would be able to interpret his confusion.

Dani rolled her eyes at him. “Fine, my chosen birthday. New year, new me. Everyone else can have resolutions. I want cake.”

Danny grinned. “Cake would—”

Alarms swallowed the rest of his words.

He jolted awake, fumbling without opening his eyes for the whatever-it-was that was making that racket so he could make it stop, and it took a precious few seconds to blink awake and remember and scramble to make sure there were no remnants of any ghostly tampering.

Nothing, as far as he could tell.

No helmet, no dust, no goo, nothing new or out of place. He was still in bed, but he was awake. The beeping had stopped by now, so maybe he had imagined it? Maybe it had simply been the last bit of a dream before it had woken him up?

Danny crawled out from under the covers so he could take a peek out the window, and he winced at the glowing green eyes of his reflection before blinking them back to blue. He really had been on edge if his powers were this close to the surface. Maybe he should head downstairs for some water and—

There was someone sitting on the roof across the street.

They were looking in his direction.

They’d probably been looking in his direction the whole time.

That wasn’t as bad as it could be, considering the things that could be explained away because this was the Fenton household, except that Danny knew the silhouette of that particular someone.

It would explain the beeping, too, though he’d never realized it was that loud.

Against his better judgement, Danny opened his bedroom window. It wasn’t particularly cold out—Jazz probably had her bedroom window cracked right now—so it wasn’t like he had to break through a seal of ice to get it open. The main reason he kept his window shut was to discourage ghosts from popping in on him, and that only worked with the polite ones. Still, mild weather or not, he hadn’t been woken by his ghost sense.

“Valerie?”

She heard him, or maybe she just saw the window opening, but either way, she called up her sled and slid almost silently through the air until she was less than three feet from him. Her visor wasn’t shielding her face, and her arms were crossed, which he was hoping to take as a good thing and not a bad thing. “How long?”

“How long what?” Even as he asked it, he realized what she must mean. Oops. She’d heard him after all. “Sorry. From the beginning. Like, the beginning beginning, not just since Technus gave you your new suit.”

Something in her expression tightened. “Please just be straight with me.”

“What? I am!”

“No, I mean—” She broke off with a frustrated growl. “Look. If you answer my questions, we can leave the past in the past. Start fresh. New chapters and all that. But if you insist on playing dumb, I have no reason to trust you—or give you the benefit of the doubt. So how long?”

“I don’t—”

“How long, Phantom?”

Oh.

“Could you, um, be a little more specific than that?”

He was waiting for the dream to shift on him again.

It didn’t.

As Valerie’s frown deepened, he realized that maybe it wouldn’t. Maybe he really had woken up. “Please?” It never hurt to be polite. In theory.

“How long has this been going on?”

She was still watching him, but there was a catch in her voice that hadn’t been there before, and it seemed real enough.

Of course, everything else had seemed real, too.

If this were a dream, his response wouldn’t matter. His response might even shift him somewhere else entirely. If this were really Valerie, though? This Valerie looked lost and was doing a poor job of hiding it behind a show of familiar anger. This Valerie—

“And how long,” she croaked, her composure crumpling entirely as her voice cracked, “is this going to keep going on?”

Wait.

“I don’t want to do this again.”

The dream—not-dream, whatever this was—did not conveniently remove him from the conversation.

“Don’t want to do what again?” he asked, even though he suspected he already knew the answer.

“I can’t keep jumping through possibilities.” The words were soft, more of a reluctant admission than anything else. “If this is you, stop it. It’s cruel even if you don’t think it is, and you always insist that you’re the good guy anyway. If it’s not you….” She swallowed. “Help me. Please. Even if you’re not my friend, be my ally. I— Our truce doesn’t have to end when this is over.”

She sounded like she meant it.

Maybe he should hope this wasn’t a dream after all, if only so he didn’t have to worry about having Valerie on his back all the time.

Then again.

If this wasn’t a dream, she’d be spitting distance from his secret even if she thought Phantom—in a feat of spectacular stupidity—was currently overshadowing Danny while under the same roof as the people who hunted him down at every opportunity.

If she were being honest about what might be an indefinite truce, though, that might not be a bad thing.

Danny wouldn’t say this in Sam’s hearing, but Valerie was a better shot than her, and having Val back him up from time to time would be beneficial in more ways than him not having to worry about her taking a shot at him.

“Indefinite truce if we get out of this alive?” he asked, offering her his hand.

She didn’t look amused at his choice of words, but she swallowed whatever scathing insult she’d wanted to spit at him and shook his hand instead.

“Great,” he said. “Meet me on the roof? I should really change for this.”

That earned him an eyeroll, but she grumbled, “Fine.”

He really did change before following her, first out of his PJs and into clothes and then transforming into Phantom, but she was waiting for him on the Ops Centre without a blaster, so that was a win.

“Thanks,” he said, even though he hadn’t really thought she’d fire at him right after being the one to call a truce. “And—please don’t shoot the questioner—can you elaborate on the whole ‘can’t keep jumping through possibilities’ thing?”

She sighed and sat down, hugging her knees and looking out at the horizon instead of at him. “It means exactly what it sounds like. Sometimes it takes longer for the shift to happen, but whenever it does, I’m somewhere else, in a new situation, and most of them aren’t pleasant.” She gave him a sidelong glance. “Case in point, finding you where I found you, because I don’t have to be a genius to figure out what’s going on there.”

Danny winced, and not just because his parents were proof that geniuses could be astoundingly blind when they weren’t looking for something. He didn’t want to get into what Valerie thought now, though. They had more important things to talk about. “I’ve been doing the same thing. The shifting between situations like it’s a dream thing.”

“If you’re going through the same thing, then which of us is dreaming?”

If Nocturn or someone like him was involved, it wasn’t necessarily one or the other. They could both be dreaming.

Or this could be something else entirely and neither of them were dreaming, since Danny wasn’t sure why Nocturn would want them both to be aware that they were dreaming when that meant they’d be actively trying to snap out of it.

Still, better that they were dreaming than some something horrendously damaging and somehow unforeseen had happened to the timeline and they were dropping through alternate realities like they were tissue paper faster than Clockwork could sort it out.

“Beats me,” Danny said, offering Valerie a grin in the hopes that it would cheer her up. He held out a hand, and she took it and let him pull her up. “Let’s find out.”

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[one-idea]

I’ve officially finished Thriller Bark. You know what that means. New reverse crew head cannons.

Who is taking Brook’s place

I know some people suggested Laboon but he can’t go in to land the same way a crew member could. And while it would be increasingly beneficial in sea battles/adventures to have Laboon I just don’t see him being with the crew right away.

No the choice was quite obvious to me.

It’s Captain Yorki.

So first change that needs to happen is that Yorki has the Revive Revive fruit not Brook.

In this world he doesn’t get sick with the other crew mates. He’s still a man who loves music and a room was his 1st mate.

He’s a man with many regrets.

He was the one who insisted on Lboon staying behind. He’s the one who made his best friend, Brook, break the news to the little whale.

He’s the one who made the promise that they would all return to see Laboon one day.

He ‘let’ all of his crew die and he blames himself for their loss. He was their captain and yet he’s the only one still alive.

He died in the Florian triangle with the others. He has the recording of Blink’s Shake to bring to Laboon.

He spent 50 years in that fog (yes we are keeping the skeleton design) he taught himself to play all of the instruments his crew left behind. He’s got 50 years to do so and it helps keep the memory of his friends alive.

The one thing he wants more than anything is to keep their promise to Laboon. He knows how hard it was for Brook to leave Laboon. They all loved the little whale but Brook’s bond with the little one was something special. He has to keep his promise. Not just for Laboon but it was his final promise to his crew and Brook.

Brook was the last one to die and he swore to Brook when it was just the two of them that he would return to Laboon.

Now we can get into Thriller Bark itself.

The crew enters into the Florian Triangle and come across a ghost ship. They are wary but the two options of boarding the ship are treasure or a trap. Ace and Kuina are always down for a fight. Nojiko is always up for treasure. Kaya is scared but excited. Reiju is always down for a new adventure. Dr. Hiriluk is mad enough to think this is the best thing they’ve done so far. Olivia is just happy her kids are having fun and Iceburg is questioning what he’s gotten himself into.

Ace Reiju and Nojiko are the ones who go over to the ship and they meet Yorki.

They find out about the strange skeleton man and his missing shadow.

Ace, who has gained far more confidence about people liking him, decides he likes this sad lonely skeleton and invites him to join his crew.

Yorki refuses. One he has to retrieve his shadow and he will not ask for help. But secondly “the last time I was on a crew I lead them all to their deaths” this causes a lot of nerves and mystery around the Skelton swordsman/musician.

They head into Thiller bark with Nojiko, Kaya, and Dr. Hiriluk going out on the Mini Merry and getting separated from the others.

The creep pervert of a lion tries his normal crap on the Sunny (might need a different name still deciding) the crew is mostly women, Reiju, Kaya, and Olivia on board. Olivia grabs a hold of him, he gets kicked a hard by Reiju, stabbed by Kuina and burnt by Ace. (I’m not sure if this kills him or if he lives but if he stays alive he is a patenting punching bag. There is no creepy or gross stuff happening to this crew. Dr. Hiriljk is quite good at keeping him away from Nojiko and Kaya. Ace lights him on fire any time he sees him.

Most of this stays the same. Kuina and Reiju lose their shadows. Ace’s gets put into Orc. Everything but the creepy wedding subplot.

At some point Iceburg and Olivia meet up with Yorki and find out what happened to his crew. That he was captain and how he blames himself for their deaths. How he only desires to complete his crews final wish. To see Laboon again. And to deliver Brooks last gift, the recording of Blink’s Shake

Kuma shows up, he’s been tasked with killing the crew over their actions at Enies Lobby. And Kuina gets her “nothing happened moment.”

In the end Yorki agrees to join the crew. He’s ever protective, he’s lost one crew already and he won’t lose this one. He’s a cautionary tale to Ace of what could happen and what they won’t let happen again.

Ace really becomes a light for him and he interns tells Ace “a man’s death is not his apology.” And really drives home the point that Ace deserves to live. That he’s so happy Ace was there to lift him out of darkness.

[professionalranter31]

I have more general headcannons for the Overwatch heroes

Bastion has yet to really figure out their gender, they identify as he/him currently because of their relationship with Torbjorn but they are still discovering parts about who they are

Bob used to have a voice but Ashe’s parents had it removed when Ashe started to treat Bob as her parent instead of them, it had the opposite effect that they had intended. Ashe is determined to find a copy of Bob’s voice so he can tell her his stories again and talk to her while he makes meals and hum to her when she just needs a hug

When Efi began to create Orisa’s Javelin update she let Orisa pick out her own hairstyle, there are several hair styles stored away because Orisa went slightly overboard with picking one out, Efi is currently debating getting into selling hair styles to Omnics she’s made so many that she’s become that good

Brigitte had a habit growing up of trying to make mech suits for various animals, from a jet pack mech for a cat to a flying suit for a squirrel, Torbjorn already warned Bastion that she may try to do this with Ganymede, but he also knows that Reinhardt encourages the behavior

Widowmaker’s brainwashing did not simply affect her current emotions, the way that the brainwashers ensured it worked was that they altered her memories of her past emotions so that she felt like she was faking them instead of actually feeling them. Once that process was done then they implanted that she only feels real emotions when she kills someone and implanted the urge to kill Gerard. It also has to be stated that barely anyone knows that she is actually brainwashed, the only people who do are those that brainwashed her, some of them are dead, and Doomfist. So most people thinks this is the real Amelie instead of the fake. Angela and a few others just thinks she suffered a psychotic breakdown

Ana has a small holo disk that holds articles about all of Fareeha’s achievements, from her promotions to her completed missions, everything. Fareeha does not know about this

Ramattra has been analyzing certain individuals in order to create generals for Null Sector, or at the very least super soldiers (this is in reference to the Null Sector skins some heroes have, I want all of them to be canon to the lore)

Sombra hates hacking Omnics, the first time she tried it felt so wrong that she ended up getting sick. The issue that arises is that with manipulations there is always some sort of choice, no matter how much of an illusion one may be, but hacking an Omnic takes away all choice, and Sombra hates that because it makes her feel like the people she’s hunting down to uncover the conspiracy. She was sick for several days after she hacked several Omnics in Numbani for Doomfist

D.Va is a really good at making meals, and I mean like from scratch, it was something she learned to do when first entering the streaming scene because she didn’t want to become reliant on cup noodles and snacks for sustenance, which is ironic because she absolutely sucks at cooking games, which is made further ironic because Tracer, who can’t make a meal to save her life is amazing at cooking games

Doomfist’s philosophy was born when he lost his arm, he cried out for help but no one came even though he could see that people heard him, but no effort was made to save him. He had to force himself out of the rubble pinning him down, and forcefully tearing his trapped arm off to get out. That is when his philosophy first began to develop

Lifeweaver is constantly studying plants to try and find new effects he could create with his biolight that could help people, but the first plants he researched after he left Vishkar were some of Satya’s favorites. She had a small garden that she would trim and keep from overgrowing, with a bonsai tree to round it all together. The first plants he designed and created after leaving Vishkar and joining the Arcology were from that garden, he keeps a replica in his room to remember his best friend

[steddilly]

When Wayne moved to Hawkins fifteen years ago to case the town, he hadn’t expected to end up staying. What kind of hunter purposefully cocked up an assignment? A bad one apparently, but he was fine with that. He’d been sent to the small town in rural Indiana after a strange rise in creature sightings, that sort of thing didn’t take much time getting back to the kind of hunters led by his younger brother, Al.

He quickly found out that Hawkins was acting as some sort of beacon to supernatural beings, attracting them to seek out and settle down in the town surrounded by thick wooded areas. Weres of every kind. Vamps of every kind. Witches, shapeshifters, banshees, and just about every other kind of creature you could think of.

What started out as a task to infiltrate the town to get a better idea of the severity of the infestation quickly turned into something more, because then he got to know the residents as more than just what they were and began seeing them as neighbours and friends. They trusted him and welcomed him into their communities, even the supernaturals grew to trust him and he even watched some of them grow up. He couldn’t hurt these people, they weren’t doing anything wrong.

Wayne never heard much from his younger brother or the other hunters, he occasionally sent Al letters downplaying what was actually going on in Hawkins, it was a low level threat that almost wasn’t worth dealing with. He should have known better, almost two decades of peace sounded like long overdue trouble for a semi-retired hunter, and word travelled fast to him that there were two men asking about him. He knew his brother would eventually show up to track him down, but he never expected his nephew to be dragged out with him.

Albert Munson was a ruthless hunter, more of a shoot first and ask questions later kind of guy. Eddie though... The boy he’d left behind was more sort hearted than his old man, he wouldn’t want to hurt innocent people. Wayne would learn that Eddie didn’t agree with the majority of what his father believed, and refused to be brainwashed with his ideologies towards supernatural beings.

The real trouble begins when Al (unbeknownst to Wayne) set up a few traps in the woods and actually ends up catching a Werecub, who lets out the most heartbreaking cries Wayne has ever heard - but he knew what kind of cry that was, it was a cry for help and not just of fear.

“You’ve been slacking, Wayne. Barely a few hours here and we’ve already caught us a baby monster.” Al was so pleased with himself, standing proudly below the strung up cub with his arms crossed. It made Wayne sick to think that he had once been exactly the same as his brother, conflicted at the time or not, he had participated in the same things.

“Dad, there’s no us. I don't want anything to do with this. You’re hurting him, he’s probably just a kid.” Eddie denied, keeping himself well back from the situation, wanting no part in it.

It wasn’t long before the trio heard an answering howl to the cries, high and haunting and designed to travel - it sounded like a very pissed off mama, and suddenly they felt very unprepared for this expedition. They were expecting a Werewolf (the most common type of Were) or a Werebear (because of the cub), but what came crashing through the undergrowth was a monstrous coyote-looking creature, and she was livid. Her fur was shiny and well maintained, dark rusty shades of brown mottled with grey and blonde streaks. She chased the three of them through the woods until they were far enough away for the Werecoyote to double back and rescue her pup.

“Wooah boy, that was a close one!” Al chuckled after they stopped running to catch their breaths, as if they’d just been out for a jog in the woods and not chased by something that could have easily caught up with them.

The worst part was that Wayne definitely thought he recognised the Werecoyote, and if he recognised the Were then he definitely recognised him. Steve Harrington, resident Were and local babysitter to some of the younger supernatural beings in Hawkins, which meant the cub was most likely one of the kids he took care of and considered his pack. He absolutely knew who Wayne was, and now he knew what Wayne was.

“Relax, Wayne, it was just a ‘yote.” Al clapped him on the shoulder, something he bet his brother thought would be assuring and friendly, but it absolutely wasn’t. “Could’ve been worse. Would’a been a whole other story if we’d attracted a wolf.” - Wayne didn’t think so, but he was the one who was going to be suffering the consequences. - “C’mon, take your brother and nephew home for some grub, all that running’s worked up an appetite.”