#the document I have has pictures and photos with evidence

[commence-screaming]

I know you all are awaiting my response, and I’m grateful for your patience. There are some things I have to address here. Never wanted to put everything out there—I don’t like drama on my blog. I have a document that’s over a thousand words long, but I realized that when people have blocked me and are saying stuff in the main tag, they don’t want to listen. They just want to hurt me.

So I guess now there are things I have to clarify… it’s heavy, but I tried to keep it short. I didn’t have the energy to read everything they were saying about me so I may get things wrong. I didn’t really want to post this.

Content warnings for mental illness, suicidal ideation, mentions of abuse.

Let’s get right into it.

1. I’ve always lived with the paranoid delusion that everyone was conspiring against me, that people secretly hated me and would smear me behind my back. I passed these off as negative thoughts, anything that might’ve “confirmed” this would set it off. I’d have an episode I would have to deal with on my own. I thought that nobody would stick with me in a crisis, and I would always be thinking along the lines of, “is it all over?”

I feel liberated, now. There’s no need to fight when they’re true. I am more at peace with myself.

2. I never want to hurt anyone. Not a real level, the angst stuff is fictional pain. I am autistic—the things you’re hearing me say are the first times I’ve talked to people (other than my family) for my entire life. I always want people to go to me when I do something wrong so I can handle it and learn from my mistakes, that’s why I have my bio set to what it is.

That, and my memory is so fuzzy that I can’t remember too much from even last week. I tend to dissociate and my brain turns into mush.

3. The “minor incident” that Ghouse and the others were talking about was one of his mods saying she’d “tear people apart” and then immediately citing me as the main cause because I was “being rude.” I told her why I was taking a break, as I couldn’t handle it, this had happened before and I asked them to correct me if I was wrong—even confirming multiple times that we were just joking around because I was paranoid.

I suggested they go straight to me for future reference. I was having a mental health episode. She called me crazy and that I was overreacting, implying I was stupid. Another mod told me I was overreacting and that I was acting pathetic and childish. This made point 1 so much worse.

4. The “suicide baiting” was something I told the Panic Room server in confidence. I told them I was talking a break. Ghouse said “it wasn’t that bad but okay,” as if he were gaslighting me. He said things like this as I was sobbing alone in my room, which he was well aware of.

I have to clarify that it wasn’t baiting. Suicidal ideation has been something I’ve been dealing with since I was 9 years old. I have been abused/gaslit for more of my life than I have been safe. I never wanted to say this, but they were brushing me off at a point where I was trying to find a reason to live. I had stupidly thought that they would understand what they were doing to me if I said.

5. That was the first time I had an episode like that. To say that it was baiting is to say I was lying. Let’s play devil’s advocate here.

If I were lying for attention, why would I destroy all my relationships in a single night? Why wouldn’t I make art or something along those lines? They’re big on art.

If I wasn’t, then that would mean that I was having a few bad days and they did nothing to help me… beyond condescendingly saying that I need help. I don’t blame the minors in the server, I’m talking about Ghouse, who is older than I am by around 2 years. I told them I called 988 and it didn’t really work. He continued to tell me off.

After I was kicked I was made aware that they immediately started insulting me. Whether you believe me or not, purposely attacking someone who’s mentally ill is… too far. I hadn’t done anything to them before this incident.

6. The reasons I freaked out was because I was sad that I had unintentionally hurt people, I had started a new, dangerous job, and… well, to be honest, I was terrified.

They were making me forget that I’d been hurt. I was starting to trust them. I had been starting to look forward to tomorrow. And, I was so scared that it would all be over. I didn’t know when, just that it would be.

Now, it is.

7. I may very well have been joking around with everything while on the server, but serious topics were serious. I was never “demeaning” when Ghouse was venting about something that happened to him beyond a couple of lighthearted comments. I thought they’d have the same respect for me. Again, I had confirmed multiple times that I was joking.

8. I might not have done much wrong in the Panic Room situation, but the other things that people are saying about me? I had no idea.

That was the first time I’d ever heard of them.

In the past, my autism had gone completely unchecked. some of those things were from when I was a week into being on my first server… ever. I was 17, had no idea how to check for age or even pronouns. Never used anything but tumblr, never interacted with anyone. Never went to school or even had a job at that point. I more tried to figure out everything based off of my own experiences… which was, not good. To say the least. The things I did, in my head, I thought they were “normal.” This doesn’t make it less terrible, but I hadn’t even remembered some of the incidents until someone pointed it out. It was so mundane to me—I was a messed up child. I’m sorry for this.

8. I wasn’t the best person, I really wasn’t. I didn’t know how to “mask” my traits at that time, I was excited to be able to talk to people. I was protective over my friends (my first friends! ever!) and very clingy. I didn’t know that people held characters close to their hearts, either? (When I have a favorite, I only want to hurt them, you see)

So while the doc was deliberately taking things out of context, some of the other accusations are true, unfortunately. I will be posting my DMs between me and the people on the server in my doc.

9. I have explanations for what I’ve seen of the accusations, but I don’t really recall anything from that incident over 3 years ago… if someone had told me, or even confronted me, I’d have known what was wrong. But they didn’t, and they kept talking to me like everything was normal. I was completely unaware. This is most of the reason I thought people were plotting against me—people would be cold to me and I wouldn’t know why. The worst part is that I can’t apologize. I can’t even try to rectify anything. Some of the people in that server still played PAYDAY 2 with me, some would even reply to my DMs. I had… no idea.

I have hurt people. Unknowingly, but still. I apologize to anyone I’ve affected. Most of it was not knowing how basic social media functions worked. I hope you understand that my behavior was out of line, and that I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. Don’t defend me on that, I was entirely wrong. But… smearing me in the fandom tag instead of going to me directly means that they want to attack me. They don’t want an explanation.

All of my actions were genuine. I never intended to hurt anyone, but that’s what ended up happening. I’ll put more detail into the doc.

10. I was already going to take a break. I was already doing poorly, and the server knew this. At that point, they want me to go through with it. What else would they be saying when they do all of this? Unless I’m reading that wrong. Whatever the reason is, they don’t want to help me, they’re deliberately being malicious and they know I wasn’t baiting.

Although, I guess I have to thank them. Now, I can say that I wasn’t delusional. I can say that I was too smart for my own good. How crazy does it sound to think that everyone was just waiting to betray me? But… they were. I can begin to trust myself again, even if it’s accepting some of my “negative thoughts” as reality. I won’t be reaching out to anyone I don’t already know, and there is safety in never putting myself out there again.

Thank you to everybody who stuck around. My delusions… weren’t entirely correct. Just like how most of my former friends blocked me on sight, there were a few people who didn’t mind when I wasn’t responding. There are some people who believed in me to a point where even if all those accusations were true, they believed that I could change. That’s… something I never thought I’d hear, ever, in my life. That is a form of trust I don’t deserve, really.

So, I was wrong again. Not everyone wanted me gone. It took all of this for me to realize that there were people who loved me in the truest form of it.

As for everyone who cut me off… well, I hope you understand that because of my mental issues, I can never trust you beyond a professional level. It is for my own wellbeing, because I’m still not doing good. I will still be taking that break. The PAYDAY 2 fandom was a source of reprieve for me, and now it’s not. It wasn’t an accident that it turned out that way. All my safe spaces have been taken from me. I don’t know why the Panic Room server hated me, so I can’t provide any extra insight on that.

The truth is, I haven’t been around because I’ve been dealing with depression for a long time. I’ve been passively… yknow. Not actively. I haven’t had the energy to respond to anything on most days, I’m sorry for that :(

All of this was just the breaking point, really.

Thank you for reading. I know most people won’t, but I appreciate those who do. I won’t blame the rest of you if you all decide to leave as well, I understand that. I never made the blog for other people, I made it for myself. This whole thing will serve as a reminder that there are more important things than online spaces. Can’t get therapy because I’m broke, but I can enjoy the few things I still can… even if I’m reminded of what I’ve lost. I don’t think I’ll really be here anymore, but I will be okay.

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Guess who found out they have to move right before Christmas. This guy! After many many months of harassment and abuse from our upstairs neighbour, our landlord has ended our tenancy and we are being expected to move by February 28th. This is going to be a hard and traumatic process for me as I have a lot of trauma regarding unstable housing and all the harassment me and my husband have received the past few months. All the info, including pictures of evidence of their harassment and queerphobia, and all my donation links are available in this Google doc;

We considered a go fund me, but we didn’t wanna lose more money to the fees and we didn’t like how it was hard to insert photos to show what was going on. We wanna be as transparent as possible to the struggle we’re going through.

Any help is appreciated, and if you can’t donate a reblog so others can would be great ! Thank you for reading and seeing what we’ve put up with.

[scam-alerts]

🚨Scammer Alert🚨 + 🔎Scam Exam(ination)🔍

Seen as: We can help you recover your <thing> Scam Type: Recovery scam

Description of this scam and how it works:

Recovery scams target people who have already fallen for a scam. The scammer may contact you, or may advertise their services online. They will usually either offer to help you recover your funds, or will tell you that your funds have already been recovered and they will help you access them. In cases where they say they will help you recover your funds, they usually call themselves either "recovery agents" or "hackers". When they tell you that your funds have already been recovered, they may impersonate a law enforcement, a government official, a lawyer, or anyone else along those lines. Recovery scams are simply advance-fee scams that are specifically targeted at scam victims. When a victim pays a recovery scammer, the scammer will keep stringing them along while asking for increasingly absurd fees/expenses/deposits/insurance/whatever until the victim stops paying. If you have been scammed in the past, make sure you are aware of recovery scams so that you are not scammed a second time. If you are currently engaging with a recovery scammer, you should block them and be very wary of random contact for some time. It's normal for posters on r/scams to be contacted by recovery scammers after posting, and they often ask you to delete your post so that you both cannot receive legitimate advice, and cannot be targeted by other recovery scammers. Remember: Never take advice in private. If someone reaches you in private after posting your scam story, it is because a scammer will always try to hide from the oversight of our community members. A legitimate community member will offer advice in the open, for everyone to see. Anyone suggesting you should reach out to a hacker is scamming you.

source: reddit

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Example account shown running this scam: cyberhelp911 (there's probably other recovery scammers out there, this is just the most obvious and out there one that I saw)

Reason this account is a scam:

I really don't need to explain it... Just look at these pictures:

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Important things to always remember:

If you ever get an alert that there's issues going on with your account, saying that you were locked out, hacked, or you have money/photos/crypto missing, ect. The first thing you should do is contact support through the official website that you signed up on and nothing else.

Do not click on any links you may receive via text message telling you that there has been an issue with your account and that you need to 'click/go here' to fix it. (especially if it looks suspicious like a bit.ly or short url)

Do not click on any links in a e-mail that are telling you that there's been an issue with you an account and to 'go here' to fix it. (unless you are 150% sure that it is from the official website.)

Do not share your one time pass codes with anyone no matter who they are. Even your bank will never ask you for this. (If someone calls and they do, they are a scammer. Hang up and call your bank immediately.)

Do not seek help from strangers claiming to be able to fix your issues for free or 'for a small fee. Anyone promising they can fix your issue 'no problem' is lying to you. Do not give them your account information, your irl information, passwords, ect. They are scammers. (why would you do this anyway? They're strangers. Have common sense!)

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Final thoughts:

Only trust the help desks on the websites you sign up on to help you fix your issue. If you were contacted by someone and they ended up hacking/scamming you, make sure you take screenshots. Document everything. Any evidence is good evidence to help you prove you are who you are to get your account back.

Don't trust strangers on the internet to 'magically' fix your problems just because they claim they can do it. You wouldn't let your uncle who boasts 'he's worked on a car or two in his time' (and by that he means changed a tire) tear out your engine and replace the heating system.

You'd take your car to the mechanic. To the people you trust.

Your accounts should be no different. :)

Other helpful guides on spotting scams. (by @kyra45)

Current list of documented scammers: Part 1 and Part 2

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Disclaimer: This post is only meant to serve as documentation and reference material so that others know: why this person is a scammer, and to provide more information about the scam they are running. I do not, in any way, endorse harassment or mass reporting these users. Only report posts related to asks, comments, or messages if you GET them or ones like them. Thank you.

[jiwook18]

HIYAAAAA so remember this post ...guess what? I finally wrote a short story (づ￣ 3￣)づ

Prompt: Yuu promised Azul (their boyfriend) to bring back their baby photo albums when they return to Twisted Wonderland.

A/N: first time writing, reader is Yuu ((they/them pronouns)), Yuu and Azul are aged up and married.

Enjoy reading!

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Azul's gloved hand softly glided across the pages of the photo album, a smile not fading from his lips as his eyes showed a glint of affection.

It was yet another busy night in his family's restaurant under the sea, with him managing the place ever since he graduated. The supposedly relaxing classical music being played by the restaurant's sound system contradicted the mood Azul was in as he was handling paperwork. His eyes squinting, eyebrows furrowing, and his form slightly slouching as he leaned towards his table, scanning the words on every document.

Sure, he was very much accustomed to managing Mostro Lounge ever since he was in Highschool; it shouldn't be making much of a difference now he's a grown adult, but feeling exhausted and tensed just cannot be helped.

Azul checked his phone beside him and was reminded of the message Yuu sent him a few hours ago: Don't forget to rest and take care of yourself, honey! I love you. He smiled sheepishly, as his spouse never failed to make him feel loved every time he thought of them. He felt lucky to have Yuu in his life, and just the thought of them made him feel better.

That's why he opted to take a break and searched for the photo albums that were hidden in his office drawers, and sprawled it before him on his desk. This was what he always did when he was stressed or when he missed Yuu, who was living peacefully on land, in a house he had built for them.

He scanned through the numerous pictures of Yuu as a baby. He admired their adorable features through each picture, feeling much more connected to them now that he's witnessed evidences of their younger self. The silver-haired merfolk felt serendipitous as of the moment, for he only had the littlest chances of getting to know more about Yuu's background before they were transported back to their world; but now that they've returned and got married to him, Azul was gifted a huge piece of them that he gladly accepted with his entire being.

That's exactly what Yuu did long years ago, nothing but loved and accepted him too.

"So this is how they felt when looking at my baby photos…" he muttered, remembering the times Yuu looked through his photo albums his mother provided to them, and seeing the look of adoration on their face. As much as Azul loathed his youngser self, he couldn't bring himself to hide them away from Yuu before. The look on their face was the exact same one he has now, looking through their piece of their past.

Looking at the time, being already late at night, he finally stashed the photo albums away and spared a glance back at his work. He had been pretty busy, but something in him sparked. The merfolk brought himself to continue his paperwork, the thought of going to the surface to visit his spouse motivated him through the remaining hours of his shift.

He smiled, "I'll see you soon, my love."

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A/N: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA tell me what u think!!!

[vodika-vibes]

It Only Matters How You Look

Summary: It’s been six months since Shadow, the master thief, has thrown down the gauntlet against Fives. And he’s no closer to catching her now than he was six months ago. But he’s not going to give up. Not now, or ever.

Pairing: ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader

Word Count: 3713

Warnings: Reader is a thief, heated kissing, Reader called Shadow in some parts as a codename

A/N: This is a sequel to Knew You Were Trouble and the title comes from a Miranda Lambert song called "Mama's Broken Heart". I'm still very sick, but apparently having a fever makes me want to write lots, so here you have it.

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The small office that Master Nu gave him when he agreed to start hunting Shadow is no longer big enough to contain the investigation. And that’s only in part because his group has grown by several vod’e.

In fact, they are now a squad, five strong, serving under the orders of Master Nu.

Rex hadn’t been thrilled to lose Fives and Echo. And had been even less thrilled three months later when Jesse, Dogma, and Tup were also pulled from the 501st to work under Master Nu.

To be fair, Rex’s temper was nothing compared to General Skywalker’s temper when he found out that he lost both of his ARCs, and then his third ARC only a few months later.

Fives only found out about General Skywalker’s tantrum later, after it had been dealt with. He also only found out later that said tantrum got him removed from leading the 501st and sent to a retreat somewhere. 

To help him decompress from the war, General Kenobi said kindly as he took both the 501st and Commander Tano under his wing.

Recently, Fives heard that General Skywalker is still at the retreat, so he supposes that NatBorns must be more sensitive to war. 

Though, if he’s going to be honest, he hasn’t thought of the war much these last few months. The only thing he’s been thinking about has been Shadow. 

She haunts him every moment.

When he’s awake, he’s thinking about where she could be and where she’s going to hit next, and trying to find a clue in the mass of evidence he, and his brothers, have collected over the previous months.

And when he’s asleep, he dreams of red-painted lips, thigh-high boots, and skintight leotards.

He is, in a word, obsessed.

Fives pushes his fingers through his curls, messing up his already messy hair, as he stares at the collection of stuff Dogma brought from a lead he and Echo have been following for the last week.

“What is all of this?” He finally asks.

Dogma looks up from where he’s trying to piece together a shredded piece of flimsy, “The hint we got from Dex panned out…sort of.”

“It looks like it was a safe house of some kind,” Echo continues smoothly as he lifts something gold and jewel-encrusted, “But it also looked like no one has been there in years. We took pictures—” He sets the item - a statue of a woman- down on the table and pushes some documents to the side to find a stack of photos, “Ah, here they are.”

Fives takes the pictures his twin offers him and flips through them. Everything in the photos is covered in a thick layer of dust and cobwebs. Though, it doesn’t look like a safe house to him.

Take away all of the treasure, and it just looks like it was someone's home.

Fives flips to the first picture, the only picture that covers the whole room, and he frowns at it. Two beds, a larger bed with a worn blanket and an even more worn pillow, and a child-sized bed with an equally plain, but thicker, blanket and a less worn pillow.

The photo of the closet shows worn clothes for an adult man and then slightly less worn for a female child. The bookshelf has workbooks designed for young children sitting in a basket low enough for a small child to be able to reach.

“You know…” Fives says slowly, “I think this safe house is where Shadow grew up.”

Four pairs of identical eyes focus on Fives and then turn to the pile of evidence that Echo and Dogma collected from the shack. Tup digs through one of the boxes and pulls out a small jewelry box, popping it open with ease.

The jewelry box is filled with rings and bracelets covered in gems, but the jewelry that’s sitting in a place of honor is a bead bracelet made by a small child. The beads read “#1 Daddy”.

“If Shadow was the one who made this bracelet, then maybe she turned to a life of crime because she grew up poor?” Jesse asks, “Who does that shack belong to?”

“No one,” Echo says, and then he pauses and makes a face, “Well, no. It belongs to the Banker’s Guild. Has for over three decades. Before that, it was an empty lot.”

“I guess the Banker’s Guild won’t help us?”

“Legally they don’t have to keep records longer than fifteen years,” Dogma notes absently as he picks up a ring from the jewelry box and squints at it.

“...why do you know that?” Jesse asks.

“I read legal texts for fun.”

“...vod, we need to get you out more—” Tup says with a sigh.

“Fives,” Dogma interrupts, as he sets the ring down and picks up a pendant, “I think this is all costume jewelry.”

“What? Are you sure?”

“I mean, not 100%.” Dogma shrugs, “But all of this stuff that we collected from the safe house looks expensive, but they feel like nickel and colored glass.”

Echo stands suddenly and moves to another box. He digs through the bags for a moment and then emerges with a small bag with a delicate-looking ring. Fives recognizes the ring even from across the room.

Shadow mailed it to him shortly after he first met her.

Echo holds the ring he’s holding next to the ring that Dogma had been looking at, and the difference is as clear as night and day.

The ring that Shadow sent him is one of the most expensive rings found on Coruscant, made of rhodium and naturally formed pink diamonds, you would need to be royalty to be able to afford it.

Shadow stole it from under the nose of Queen Breha Organa of Alderaan. Luckily, House Organa is willing to allow them to hold onto the ring as evidence, especially since it’s housed in the Jedi temple.

“So, what’s the working theory?” Jesse asks, “Shadow became a thief because she grew up in poverty?”

“Her dad was a thief too,” Fives says thoughtfully as he picks up the statue that Echo had been examining earlier, “What if he turned to theft in an attempt to make a better life for his kid?”

“He wasn’t very good at it,” Tup says dryly.

“Right. He wasn’t a good thief, so he was never able to pull them out of poverty, so his kid became a master thief to make up for his failure?” Fives offers.

“So, do we think dad’s still alive?” Echo asks.

The vod’e share a look, and then they turn to Fives, “How old would you say she was, Fives? You’re the only one who’s met her face to face.” Dogma says.

“I dunno…mid-twenties, maybe? But she was wearing make-up, and General Nu said that make-up can make you appear older or younger, depending on your skill.” Fives shrugs, “But let's say she’s in her mid-twenties for ease.”

Dogma nods and makes a note on a piece of flimsy before he pins it to the corkboard behind him. General Nu is a fan of the classics, so they they a mystery board, with a grainy picture of Shadow in the middle.

Fives stares at the picture and then pushes his hand through his curls again, “How about we take a break for a couple of hours? I need some fresh air.”

Echo smirks at him, “You’re going to visit your bookseller, aren’t you?”

Despite his best efforts, Fives can feel a blush creeping up his neck, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Uh-huh. Sure you don’t.”

“Better hope Shadow doesn’t learn about the book girl. You wouldn’t want her to get targeted.” Jesse points out.

At that, Fives glares at his brothers, “It’s not like that!”

“Oh, so you wouldn’t mind if I asked her out on a date?” Tup asks.

Fives glares even harder at Tup, “Only if you don’t mind me throwing you out a window.”

“So you don’t want her, but no one else can have her?” Jesse asks, “You know, maybe I’ll go and ask her out too—”

“I’m leaving now!” Fives interrupts, turning on his heel to leave the small room, “Maybe one of you can talk to General Nu about getting a bigger room to work in?”

“I’ll handle it,” Echo says with a grin, “Have a nice date.”

“It’s not a—You know what, forget it.”

Just down the road from the Jedi temple, squished between a liquor store and a lingerie shop, sits the Rainbow Connection Bookstore and Cafe. It’s not the biggest bookstore, but it is popular enough.

College kids like to order their textbooks through you because you don’t charge an arm and a leg, not to mention your cafe is good enough and fairly priced for broke college students.

Honestly, broke college students are your main customers.

It’s not like you need the money from the shop, your alternate revenue stream has already earned you enough money that you could retire right now and spend ten thousand credits a day for the rest of your life, and you still wouldn’t be able to get rid of all your money.

Who says crime doesn’t pay?

Your gaze drifts from one side of your empty shop to the other and then focuses on the news report playing on your datapad.

“That’s right, it’s been three weeks since the Museum of Coruscant was hit by the criminal known as Shadow, and none of the exhibits that were stolen have been recovered—”

Well, duh. 

That’s because they’re not on Coruscant anymore. Your client had them shipped to the Outer Rim, so they’re long gone by now. Honestly, by the time the theft had been reported, the artifacts were no longer on Coruscant.

The bell over the door rings as the door opens, and you close the news site as you lift your gaze to the door, “Welcome to the Rainbow Connection~” You say in a sing-song voice.

“Slow day, Princess?”

Only one person on Coruscant calls you Princess, and a wide smile crosses your face as you focus your gaze on the man standing in the doorway, “Well, it’s early still, Fives.”

He looks tired, and you know it’s because he’s been skipping sleep to try and catch you.

Poor dove.

You feel bad about it. But not so bad as to stop.

“Can I get a caf, Princess?”

“Sure thing, extra sugar right?”

“And an espresso shot.”

“Coming right up, hotshot.” You walk to the back of the shop, where the cafe is, and start the caf, and then you lean on the counter, “You look tired.”

“I am tired,” Fives admits as he sinks into a chair, “I’ve been chasing Shadow for six months, and I don’t feel any closer now than I was when I first met her.”

“You’ll figure it out, Fives.” The caf machine stops brewing, and you quickly make his mug the way he likes it, then you walk around the counter to set it in front of him. You sit across from him, rest your chin on the palm of your hand, and watch him take a sip of his caf flavored sugar.

“I don’t know, Princess. I’m beginning to feel like I bit off more than I can chew.”

“Well,” You lean back in the seat, “I don’t know if you know this, but I am pretty clever.”

He grins at you, “Yeah? You fancy yourself a detective?”

“Well, I have read a detective novel or two.”

He laughs, some of the tension draining from his shoulders, “Alright Princess. Well, we got an anonymous tip and it led us to a shack on the lower levels, near the Works.”

Wait.

“We think it was Shadow’s childhood home.”

They went to my dad’s home?

“Ooh? How exciting! It should be a simple thing to find out who lived there then, right?”

“You’d think so, wouldn’t you?” Fives sighs, “Turns out that the bank owns the property, and only keeps records for 15 years.”

Oh, thank the Force for minor miracles. 

“Really?” You ask, “Only 15 years? That’s a…rather short amount of time, isn’t it?”

“I think so, but that might just be because their policies are ruining my investigation.” He pushes his hand through his curls, and you don’t bother to stifle your giggle, his hair is sticking up in odd directions.

He’s so cute.

He smiles at your giggle, something soft on his face, “How do you always make me feel better?”

“It’s my superpower.” You tease. It’s a shame he’d never look at the real you like this.

Everything about your civilian identity is a carefully crafted facade. The messy hair, the glasses, the massive sweaters, the calf-length skirts, and the sensible boots were all picked out to make you seem soft and harmless.

Your hair? Styled this way with hair gel and water.

The glasses? Fake, the lenses are glass.

The massive sweaters? Chosen to make you look like you’re hiding in them.

The calf-length skirts? Chosen to make it look like you’re not an athletic person.

The boots? Steel-toed for self-defense…and also designed to look a size larger than your actual shoe size.

“Well,” Fives says as he finishes his caf, “I appreciate your superpower.” He absently twists his mug in his hands, “I should get back to it, I think I’ll head out and interview around Shadow’s childhood home, see if I can get anything from the neighbors.”

Good luck with that. My neighbors growing up are all dead.

“Well, be careful,” You say, “The area around the Works isn’t safe after all.”

“Aww, worried about me, Princess?” He winks at you.

You huff and lift a single shoulder, “Well, I’m not anymore. Let me make some caf for you and your brothers to go. And maybe some sandwiches.”

“You are an angel among women,” Fives praises.

At that, you laugh. “Hardly. I just don’t like seeing people go hungry.” That might be the most honest thing I’ve ever said to him.

It takes you fifteen minutes to get the five sandwiches made up how the five men prefer and to make their travel cups. But you send Fives off with a bag of carefully labeled food and caf, and a warning to be careful.

Fives last comment to you before he heads back toward the temple is a reminder to lock up your shop before you head home for the night, and then he vanishes into the crowd.

You step back into your shop, and a small smile crosses your lips, “Well. If Fives is going to visit my childhood home, I should be there to greet him, shouldn’t I? It’s only polite.”

“What a miserable place,” Fives mutters under his breath as he kicks a piece of trash out of the road and over to an overflowing trashcan.

He’s been here for hours now, and so far he hasn’t met a single person who knows the people who used to live in the old shack down the road. Not even the oldest people living here know them.

He releases a heavy breath. Another dead end. Of course.

Fives turns to head back the way he came, then freezes when he sees the silhouette of someone sitting on the roof of the shack he had investigated.

Someone wearing a high nerftail and a long coat.

He knows it’s her before he can see any details.

Swiftly, Fives runs over to the shack and hoists himself up onto the roof. The building is sturdier than it looks, easily able to hold his weight. “Shadow.”

She turns her head, a secretive smile on her red-painted lips, “Soldier boy,”

“You’re under arrest,”

“Oh, darling, you haven’t caught me yet.” She leans back slightly and her heeled boots lightly kick against the side of the shack.

“Yeah? We’re on a roof, where are you going to go?”

She laughs, and Fives kind of hates himself when his heart skips a beat at the sound. “Won’t you sit with me? I heard that you were poking around.”

Fives clenches his jaw. He should arrest her. Or shoot her. But even as he thinks that he walks over to her and sits next to her. She’s…tiny. Sure, he’s a decently big guy, but even compared to that, she’s still tiny.

“It’s the malnutrition.” She explains, almost as if she can hear his thoughts, “If you live in starvation for long enough, it has lasting side effects.”

“So, this was actually your house growing up?”

“Mm. I lived here with father.” She leans forward, and her long hair tumbles over her shoulder, “The houses are riddled with toxic mold, every single one of them. Not to mention toxins in the water, no heat, and gang violence—”

“You were just a kid! How could your father keep you here?” 

She laughs again, though this time it is a bitter noise, “He did his best, but he grew up around here too. By the time I came around, heavy metal toxins had eaten holes into his brain. The fact that he lived as long as he did is, frankly, a miracle.” She pauses, “He died when I was six, if you were hoping to find him.”

Damn, busted.

“The Devoranian seemed to think that he was still alive.”

She turns to look at him, her smile growing, “Oh, silly man. Do you think six-year-old girls can live on their own?”

The information is like a punch to the gut, “Adopted. You were adopted. And your adopted parents are the ones who turned you into this.”

She shrugs, “Believe what you like. But this is the only hint you’re getting.” She pauses and then smacks the side of her fist into the palm of her hand, “Oh! Right! Did you like the ring?”

“The ring?” Fives blinks, and then glowers at her, “You mean the ring you stole from the Queen of Alderaan?”

“...no? The other ring.” She pauses, “Hm, maybe you haven’t found it yet. Oh well! I’m sure you’ll find it eventually.”

Fives stares at her, “You stole another ring?”

“Uh…I am a thief.” She pushes to her feet and stretches, “Anyway, time for me to go. So much to do, you see.”

Fives scrambles to his feet, “Wait! You—”

He’s not able to finish his sentence as there’s a flash of red, a ribbon wrapping around his wrist to hold him still. And then her lips, warm and impossibly soft press against his, and his heart stutters.

“Until next time, darling,” She whispers against his ear, and then he’s free and she’s gone.

He can still feel her lips against his, he can still taste her on his lips, and he wants to kiss her again. And he hates himself for that, too.

Fives pulls his comm out with a shaky hand and calls Echo. He starts talking before Echo can greet him, “I need you to search the Evidence room. You’re looking for a ring that isn’t in an evidence bag. A new one.”

“Sure thing.” Echo pauses, “You good?”

“No. Not really, but I’m not hurt. Just…do that for me and tell me if you find anything.”

“...can do. Be careful, Vod.”

Fives doesn’t answer, he just hangs up. He didn’t mean to worry his brother, but he just can’t right now.

Then he dials a second number, and waits.

“Hello?” A familiar voice, soft and warm, echoes across the line, and Fives feels his heart settle.

“Hey Princess, you busy?”

“Just doing some shopping, but I’m free to talk. What’s up?”

“I just…I needed to hear your voice, that’s all.”

She’s quiet for a moment, “Do you want me to come to you, Fives?”

“No. It’s not safe here. Can I come to your place?”

“Ummm…You can. I just…I haven’t cleaned in a bit—” She sounds so upset about that, that Fives can’t help but laugh, the weight on his heart lifting.

“I don’t mind. I just need to see you.”

She’s quiet for a moment, “Alright. I’ll send you the door code and address so you can get in. I trust that you won’t do anything weird.”

“Never.” Fives pauses, “Princess?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you.”

45 minutes later, Fives is sitting on her couch. 

His Princess’ home is so…her. There are bookshelves lining all of the walls and the overflow of books is piled on the floor. Not to mention cute little knickknacks sitting on open shelves and counters. 

Her home is warm, cozy, and adorable. Just like her.

He stands when the door opens, and his Princess walks in carrying four bags full of groceries. “Here, let me help with that,” Fives says as he takes the bags and sets them on an open counter.

“Oh, thank you!”

She’s not wearing her glasses, but then he remembered her mentioning once that she normally wears contacts when she’s not working. It doesn’t matter, she’s still adorable.

“I’m not bothering you, am I?”

“You could never.” She reassures with a bright smile.

“Oh, good.” Fives watches her kick off her shoes and then turn to start sorting the groceries, and then he moves.

His hand comes out to cradle her cheek. She’s so soft. So soft and so warm.

Fives leans in and catches her lips with his. She tastes like strawberries, likely from the lipgloss she prefers, and Fives knows that he could lose himself in her kisses.

He wants to lose himself in her kisses if she’ll let him.

His tongue flickers against her lower lip, and she releases a faint whimper, her fingers curling around the material of his top. Then Fives breaks the kiss, realizing that he probably went too far.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, she’s still standing close enough that her breath is fanning across his face, “I should have asked if you were okay with that.”

She looks flustered, but she also shakes her head, “I didn’t mind.” She drops her gaze to avoid his, “I wouldn’t mind if you did it again—”

A relieved laugh falls from him, and then he leans in and kisses her again. All thoughts of Shadow rush out of his mind as he curls his arms tightly around his Princess and deepens the kiss.

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[violettintedfeathers]

You ever think about how stressful it would be in-universe if someone caught a shiny Legendary Pokémon? Imagine it. You're a Pokémon researcher. You haven't seen any Legendary Pokémon in person, but you know they're out there. There are enough depictions of them out there and enough anecdotal eyewitness accounts that you at least have a pretty good idea of what even the rarer ones look like, can make an image for the textbooks and Pokèdex, even if there's some guesswork. You don't know much about, say, Giratina, but from what very scarce depictions the mythologists have managed to dig up, you're pretty sure it has some red on it. All the depictions agree on that count. Then some kid shows up with this creature of legend banished to another world, and it's blue. It is unmistakably, vividly blue, not a trace of red to be found. Now, you're not dumb. You know that Pokémon occasionally have drastically different colors, know all about what a Shiny Pokémon is and how uncommon they are. And that's your first thought. Well, obviously, this thing is shiny. But then it dawns on you - how can you know? Preponderance of the evidence suggests it. Why else would all these surviving depictions portray it as red otherwise? But could you prove it? Can you definitively say that's the case? Assuming this thing is shiny has the advantage of fewer assumptions than, say, assuming all of these people choosing red as a stylistic choice because of its associations with violence, but it's not like you can rule out something like that. You can't even rule out that there are multiple specimens of this thing out there and that there's a red specimen out there and it's the shiny. Though, you're pretty sure there's only supposed to be a single specimen of this thing, and in some ways that makes it worse. Kid came in with a lime green Arcticuno instead? Eh, heck, you can work with that. At least you have a shot at seeing a couple others in your lifetime and seeing which color is more common. Something like Giratina? If there is another one, you aren't going to see it. At least if you could see another one, and it was red, you could credibly say "okay, so there is a red one, and since it was more commonly seen and depicted, the blue one is probably shiny". But you'll never see another one, and you know it. So you know this thing is supposed to be red. You know that. You even call up the mythology buffs and they reconfirm it for you. They outright say not a one of the surviving depictions shows it as blue. In your heart of hearts, you believe a typical Giratina is red. Yet here it is, in the flesh before you, blue as can be. And because you can't dispute the possibility that this might be its normal coloration and the depictions were all wrong, and because these are the only reliable photos and documentation you or anyone you know is ever going to get, you have to base everything off of what's right in front of you. And so, despite everything, you have to update every darn textbook, every dex entry, everything to show Giratina as blue, because as far as anyone knows, and as far as the accompanying pictures are going to show, it's blue. It'd be frustrating, I think.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

i wonder if yves has a picture of us as his lockscreen wallpaper... if yes (or no), what picture would it be :0 ?

As much as Yves would love to just... plaster your face on everything he owns, he simply can't and shouldn't.

Yves didn't rise up the ranks by being nice and kind. He rose up by pushing others down. Naturally, he made an army of enemies over the years that would jump at the chance of abusing his weaknesses. It would be much safer to not expose any of his information at all, which sadly includes who he associates with regularly.

His lock screen is just a black background. His gallery contains no trace of you or him. Not even pictures that have accidental reflections of either face. All the metadata from his photos would be expunged.

He does not have any social media applications or games on his phone- not even digital maps. He has his GPS turned off at all times. Yves memorizes his all contact numbers by heart and he never gets a number wrong. His phone is just a slab he used to call or text (sometimes hack into other devices), Yves would delete his call logs, and text messages including yours after documenting all of them in their respective dossiers. When he isn't expecting any communication, his phone is always switched off. Sometimes, he would even remove the battery.

Truly crucial matters will be alerted through the pager hidden in his reliable bag.

That is why you never see him entertaining himself with his smartphone, Yves usually brings a book or a magazine with him. He's living as if he's still in the 80's. If you gave his car a shakedown, you would find atlases and a compass.

But that is just his public phone. He has a few that never leave his office. They're full of you. Videos, pictures, voice recordings, and backups of your messages. One of them is a carbon copy of your current phone, with all the same data you're holding. The other one is an old phone that you sold or lost, one of his precious artifacts of you.

His 'home' phone has pictures of your happiest moments on its lock screen and home screen. It doesn't necessarily have to be photos he took after meeting you. It could be a picture of you graduating high school, it could be a candid picture of you on a vacation trip when you were 8, it could be a picture of your reaction the moment you received your first 'adult' paycheck, it could be a photo of you trying marijuana for the first time, it could even be your baby photos if you weren't that happy in life.

However, phones that store your information aren't usually used as a phone. It just becomes precious data banks. And any evidence that he's spying on you will never be revealed, hence you will never know of its existence.

There is an exception, though. One of his phones is used to analyze what catches your eye on social media. It mirrors your screen in real time, he would record how many seconds you would linger on a post, how many times you rewatched a video, when you would do a double take, your scrolling speed and what exactly would you consume. He would connect the dots and correlate your media consumption habits to the circumstance on that day; would you scroll slower on a cold or hot day? Do you seek out food content if you're hungry or actively avoid it? Why did you rewatch that thirst trap video?

You can go through his phone if you want, but that means he gets to go through yours in return. And you're at a huge disadvantage here because you willingly give up your privacy to him while he gave you nothing. It's not like you have to, he's never on his phone and he's a recluse. What is there to discover?

You know Yves is much older than you are, he used to fuel his past cars with leaded gasoline for god's sake.

So you already expected that at some point along the way, he would comment on this generation's excessive usage of their gadgets. But that oddly never came, because your habits are a treasure trove of information. He would only deride the act if it's actively harming your health.

If you want to put his face on your lock and home screen, go ahead. He would be flattered. Profile picture? Sure. Yves would do some digital magic to make sure the wrong people never see it. As a social media post? Go ahead. Only those whom he knows wouldn't be a threat to you can perceive it.

Of course, just as any paranoid man would do, he would educate you on the dangers of releasing your information to the world. Giving you real-life examples where it could lead to horrifying results. But he would be lying if he said his heart doesn't swell at your willingness to brag about him to your friends.

Obviously, he's also stealing a copy of your lipstick-print-ridden face and printing a physical poster of it to frame in his office. He would openly display it if he obtained it by asking you, but he would hide it if he got the photo by hacking into your phone.

[theamityelf]

Since I'm never going to take the time to actually write an SDR2 musical, I'm just going to post all my Danganronpa 2 musical brainstorms that I dumped on some acquaintances on Discord. Just as documentation.

First of all (and this is genuinely just copy-pasted in the order I said it.), Akane would have an upbeat song like Violet's in the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory musical. And maybe Nekomaru would keep trying to interrupt with a more basic melody, but then she keeps interrupting him back. Gundham’s song would be similar to H-llfire from Hunchback.

Akane's stuff could have shades of Dead Girl Walking (Reprise) from Heathers, if that makes sense. Just a vibe thing.

Plot-wise, I think the Twilight Syndrome Murder case can be dropped to just the envelope of photos, but I'd like to include the Funhouse if possible. (I specified this because I know the stageplay dropped the Funhouse, and precedent makes me stubborn.)

Chapter One:

First scene is just Hajime being confused and meeting people. Maybe we meet everyone through song, where everyone gets a verse to say their talent and their general deal.

Then we have Usami overpowered by Monokuma and Monokuma establishing the killing game. I'm thinking no song for that.

Impostor gets a song where he becomes the leader and encourages everyone.

First murder happens. A song for the trial, where Teruteru gets kind of Patter Song vibes to convey how no one could understand him at the end of that trial in the game. He's constantly interrupted by Nagito and the others.

After the trial, Nagito gets a short song about his bizarre ideology. It's going to get a few reprises later. That's why it's short. (Also, Nagito's song gets cut short by Kaz and Nekomaru abducting him.)

Chapter Two:

Instead of initially not knowing where Nagito is, the group is told the next morning that Kaz and Neko tied him up in the old building, and instead of having Mahiru bring him breakfast just once, it's a thing she does every day. She also still helps Hiyoko with her kimono

There's a song about exploring the new island, basically goes over all of what's there, in accordance with who Hajime spoke to in those places in the game (so, Fuyuhiko gets a verse in the diner, Sonia in the library, etc.) Fuyuhiko is the only character who doesn't sing (yet); he hasn't sung at all, this whole time. Not in a meta way, where he's acknowledging that everyone else is singing; he just doesn't do it.

Akane's song happens here, because it's where she first starts training with Nekomaru. Fast-paced duet where he keeps trying to slow her down.

Monokuma's motive is simplified from a video game to just an envelope of photos.

Mahiru asks Hajime to feed Nagito for her one day because she has another thing to do. He does, and Nagito sings part of a reprise for his song from earlier, but Hajime walks out on it.

Kazuichi brings Hajime in on his plan to crash the girls' beach trip, they find the body. When they find the mask, Sonia gets a song that is superficially her explaining Sparkling Justice and really her getting to be open about her interest in serial killers; there's a lot of creepy lyrical dissonance and I'm picturing it to be like (extremely deep cut incoming) the song "Silver and Gold" from the musical 1619: When Destinies Collide, as far as the general sound and the casually grim lyrics.

Investigation happens, Nagito pops in (and depending on the tone of the musical, his first line when he shows up can be something like, "Hey guys, good news! I've been in everybody's cabin tracing the shape of their shoes!"). The trial happens. They sing through presenting the evidence, except Fuyuhiko still only talks. The reveals happen the same as in the game, and Fuyuhiko's first sung word is just a long cry of Peko's name. From Chapter 3 on, he's a singing character.

Okay, that's as far as I got. Might add more later.

[dukeofdelirium]

MJGuilters are so fuckin’ dense and irritating, I mean, this is a real life encounter I just seen on TikTok

Guilter: So, did we all forget he’s a pedo?

Fan: No, he’s not. Read his files

Guilter: No, I’m not wasting my time

MJ supporters: he is literally innocent and his court records and FBI files are publicly available to read for free and have been for decades. Every accuser has major contradictions in their allegations, there are literally allegations that are IMPOSSIBLE to have happened, every one of them sought money instead of criminal Justice, and there is zero evidence to substantiate the claims that MJ abused kids

Guilters: well that won’t stop me cuz I can’t read!

deadass 😭😂

They’re literally some of the dumbest motherfuckers in this planet I’m so serious lmao

One time I was going toe to toe with this guilter on here right? And we kept dishing it out over James Safechuck’s epic train station flop and when I hit them with all the documents showing that said building didn’t even EXIST at the time of his alleged abuse that he claims happened HUNDREDS of times, their response was and I quote: “the train station was just built in sections in a warehouse first”

Motherfucker WHAT?! Wtf is this? A game of legos???? LMAOOO the fucking train station DIDNT EXIST until 1993 and wasn’t OPEN until 1994!!!! There are legal documents signed and dated by the fucking COUNTY proving such! There are dozens of videos and photos of said land showing there was NOTHING THERE!

James claimed he was raped anally in this damn train station from 1988-1989 HUNDREDS of times, saying and I quote again: “it would happen every day”, and yet the building 1) didn’t even exist and 2) it would be impossible for him to have been abused in this building until 1996 because Michael and his fucking WIFE LISA were living in NEW YORK!! 😭😭😭

That’s a very real, legally documented 6-8 YEAR time discrepancy in his sexual abuse allegation. He swore in legal deposition that he was not abused after 1992. He also stated such in that dumbass movie Leaving Neverland. Dan Reed literally tried to defend the indefensible in his little movie by calling James, HIS WITNESS AND STAR OF HIS MOVIE, a court proven perjurer!!!!!!!

If you change the timeline (which you have to if you want to believe he was ever abused), James suddenly becomes 18 years old.

This makes no sense, cuz their entire narrative is that MJ raped little boys and replaced them once they got too old lololol.

James also tried to allege that Michael didn’t allow him to be around women. Make it make sense, and explain this picture then, James Chucklefuck

“Michael didn’t let me around women 😰😰😰” YOURE STANDING NEXT TO HIS FUCKING WIFE??!!

James’ peasant ass should’ve stayed holding Mike’s umbrella cuz now all he gets is public humiliation. Stupid ass bitch, if I ever see his ass on these streets it’s gonna be on SIGHT

Me at MJ guilters 👇🏻

Was Mikey a goddamn time traveler?? 😭

Look guys, I know he time traveled at the beginning of the smooth criminal video, but it was just a video, it wasn’t meant to be taken literally

See bestie now I’m popping tf off cuz this shit gets me heated as fuck. Anyway, they should rename Leaving Neverland to Leaving Neverhappened. The train station remains my favorite character 💛🤭

[saaraofthesand]

Verlaine and N are Fucking Liars and Chuuya is NOT a Clone

So, it has come to my attention that there is a whole hoard of people who’ve read Storm Bringer or heard from people who’ve read it who think Chuuya is a clone. But he’s not.

For those who haven’t read Storm Bringer: Please do. I’ll do my best to contextualize stuff, but I’m not sure how it’ll turn out.

SPOILERS AHEAD

Exhibit A: The Photo of Chuuya as a Child

At the beginning of the novel, the Flags give Chuuya a photo of him at age five (along with a bunch of other documents). It’s a gift so they can put Chuuya’s mind at rest about him being human.

Later, Verlaine says the photo is fake, but guys, Verlaine is obviously lying. He offers no evidence other than saying that the Flags are trying to manipulate Chuuya. He’s saying this because he wants Chuuya to leave the mafia and come with him. He believes that if Chuuya doesn’t think he’s human, he won’t have a reason to stay. I don’t think Verlaine actually knows whether or not Chuuya is human.

When they go to N’s laboratory, Chuuya recognizes N as the man standing next to him in the picture, which, in my opinion, actually proves that the picture is real. It just suggests that the government had their eyes on Chuuya for Project Arahabaki from the beginning.

Exhibit B: N and Chuuya’s Clone

When Chuuya meets N in the lab, N takes him to a room with a glass tank. The glass isn’t black the liquid inside it is, and when the liquid is drained, it reveals… Chuuya. A second Chuuya.

N tells Chuuya that this is the original Chuuya Nakahara, and that Chuuya (OUR Chuuya) is his clone.

*Clears throat* this… is total bullshit.

Remember that N was specifically trying to break Chuuya emotionally and force Arahabaki out of him. It’s also why he tortured him.

He had guessed that Chuuya would be invested in whether or not he was a born-and-bred human. And he weaponized that against him.

N did nothing but lie the entire novel. He lied to Verlaine about knowing about The Secret of Gentle Forest, he lied about his own autonomy in conducting the experiments, he lied the second we met him by saying that he was Chuuya’s father. He had everything to gain by lying to Chuuya.

Exhibit C: Chuuya’s Parents

I rarely see this brought up, but we actually see Chuuya’s parents at the end of the novel.

Chuuya’s father is, you guessed it, some kind of doctor and is ex-military. Don’t forget that N was working for the Japanese government when he experimented on Chuuya. N was probably a colleague of Chuuya’s father and that’s why he’s in a photo with five-year-old Chuuya.

His parents think their son is dead.

Exhibit D: The Pencil Lead Scar

In the SB epilogue, it’s mentioned that Chuuya has a scar he doesn’t remember getting. One on the base of his right wrist.

In the backstory about his parents, it’s explained that when Chuuya’s parents’ son was in school, he got in a fight with another student. The other student stabbed him with a pencil, resulting in a scar on the base of his right wrist.

Mori explains to Chuuya that pencil lead will stay in the body for years. I can attest to this (I have a pencil scar on my foot from when I was 8).

This implies that Chuuya (OUR Chuuya) is not the clone, and really is this couple’s son. Asagiri took the time to point this detail out because he wanted us to have an answer to the question of Chuuya’s humanity.

In conclusion:

Now whether Chuuya is or is not a clone isn’t the point of his arc in Storm Bringer. It’s about him learning that it doesn’t matter if he’s a clone or not. I just don’t like that people are running around not actually understanding what they just read.

[victoriadallonfan]

PHO Sunday Retrospective #3!

So before I get into the article itself, I just want to note that we have been given the name of the magazine that published it: Masque

Secondly, L.J.M 2007 disaster might perk some interest, as LJM is the same alias used by the hero Big Picture in Ward. He was a photographer who specialized in photographic nude/extreme pieces of C53’s, often described as being predatory for his behavior. The disaster is likely when he unveiled a blown up exhibit of a C53’s photo, despite making a deal with them that this would not happen.

As a reminder, Bambina is a grown adult woman, trapped in a child body, with a… very perverted sense of morality. She was going to help Pretender escape because he promised to use a celebrity body to do… things. Things that traumatized even Taylor to hear.

So yeah, this tracks with her behavior and use of sexuality to get a reaction out of people. She was also the one who first mentioned villain rankings too. Very apt.

Finally, the idea of the first Argo v Argo case being not only about the conservatorship of supervillain funds, but ongoing while Bambina is still committing public crimes is… astounding. I can only imagine the Movie tier courtroom drama

The idea that a bunch of villains were appalled that a villain or villain group would dare hijack an illegal ranking system is hilarious. They must be members of the leopards eating faces party.

Less funny is her relationship with her villain teammates. It should be reminded, that all of her teammates at the time, were actual children. She was an adult woman carrying young children into these fights and didn’t seem to have any issue talking about her (non-con?) sexual desires in front of them. Her being controlling is not surprising, though it’s interesting no moments have been explicitly stated.

Youth Guard being involved is interesting. Is it because of her teammates or because they handle all parahuman conservatory claims?

I’m sorry hold on

Blacklist publicity events?? What on earth is going on with this site!? Are there a bunch of well-intended vigilantes/rebel without a cause/jackass villains who just love doing cape shit running the site? Like, they care more about the celebrity culture than actually being evil villains? It makes sense, but man, Bambina was already nearly blowing people up when we meet her! That’s a messy business to run.

Also, apparently there are implied official “unofficial” villain management business with publicists and agents… again, this is some wile revelations coming out here. The villain kids being placed next to killers and worse is the least surprising part if I’m being honest.

Bambina being groomed by her mother and the agency isn’t surprising, though I wonder what the evidence is. Certainly, the fact that Mrs. Argo wants her villain daughters ill gotten gains is not a great sign, but I imagine this needs a lot of proof.

I actually do support the Youth Guard here. Wildbow has mentioned in WoG and in the Youth Guard document that they are pretty on the level and well meaning. And villain kids certainly need advocates in a setting where Parahumans are treated as accessories (or worse).

But man, Bambina? Good luck to handling that…

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Hi Rumortracking  Anon! Re: Markus Anderson, idk if you’ve already seen this, but SMM subreddit has an extremely well-researched and enlightening post in 3 parts - “Deep Dive into Markus Anderson” and the early days of Soho House - that is loaded with links to articles, going as far back as c2008-9, detailing MA’s history - from its very inception in London - with Soho House.

MA’s job is to travel to prospective global venues, setting up new Soho House locations…not only the brick-and-mortar facilities, though, but also (and most importantly) the preliminary “special sauce” of identifying and coalescing the ~exclusive core Soho House membership groups in each city, who are then invited to join the SH clique. They consist of trendy up-and-coming 20/30-something “creatives” mixed with established, wealthy oldsters, and each group wants/needs something from the other…the reflected shine of youth/beauty/innovation v access/money/connections…and sex (lots of kinky, nonjudgmental, libertine sex). Markus is the magician who concocts this Soho witches’ brew of social interaction in each city/SH venue, and he evidently is uniquely talented at it. Like a shadowy, deviant society hostess, MA mixes and fixes people. His little black book, not to mention his private phone photo galleries, must be titillating! Also, from very early on, Soho has maintained a Soho House yacht, used for events like Cannes. 

Suspicious types like Weinstein, Epstein, and Maxwell have been involved in SH from the start, and MM’s first documented interaction w Soho House was in 2010 (a picture of her and Ninaki Priddy at one of the LA Sohos). Note: this was before Suits, before her relocation to Toronto, before Soho House Toronto. In other words, MM and MA most probably have known each other for a very long time, and it’s likely that MM has worked for/“at” various Soho Houses (allegedly…and in what capacity, who knows?). Scooby Doo (MA’s alleged ex-lover), Lainey, Messica, Edward Einninful (sp? the UK Vogue editor guy), Missan, ALL of the Yorks (PA, Fergie, Bea, Eugenie)…they all have long-standing ties to Soho House. Not to mention, the curious coincidence that MA was born in Peterborough, Ontario, CA less than a year after Pr Andrew attended school there for a semester…

As you read through these well-documented SMM posts/articles on MA, the linked articles about Soho House “culture” and “ethos” (lol) are equally as riveting. There’s a reason these posts are marked NSFW. Even pics of the Soho House dining room wallpaper are labelled NSFW iykwim. If you or anyone else are interested in falling down the Soho House rabbit hole, then brew some tea, pour a nice Chardonnay, pop some popcorn, and settle in for some juicy reading! 

(Hope this link works: 

https://www.reddit.com/r/SaintMeghanMarkle/comments/189it6f/soho_house_deep_deep_dive_part_1_soho_house_early/) 

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I appreciate that SMM has such a loyal following but I’m not a fan. I know these are fighting words but SMM and Sussex Squad are different sides of the same coin. God help you if you disagree with the hive (which I have). It’s not fun.

And come on. Prince Andrew is Markus Anderson’s father just because the dates line up? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds, without any other proof? It’s as absurd as saying Kate is a falling-down-drunk alcoholic who drank her way to stomach cancer or that “abdominal surgery” is code for William having been physically violent towards Kate because of his anger and her 3 month convalescence is so she doesn’t have to be seen with bruises and broken bones. This, by the way, is exactly what Sussex Squad is saying about Kate’s health crisis.

SMM isn’t for me anymore. I’m not going to funk anyone’s fun but coincidences can exist without it being an evil conspiracy.

[marshmallowprotection]

Do you think AE Saeran can look at old photos of himself? Ones from his childhood and selfies Ray has taken. Or do you think it’d be a little triggering for him?

I think he would be able to do that. There aren't too many photos of him that exist from childhood, in fact, you could probably count them on your hand.

There are more photos of him than there are of Saeyoung. That's for a good reason and only has to do with the fact that Rika took secret photos for Saeyoung. If not for that, there would not be any photos of him in existence at all. You have to remember that the boys weren't supposed to exist at all.

Their very existence was a detriment to their lives. They couldn't grow up normally, they couldn't have pictures taken of them, they couldn't go to school, they couldn't leave their house without taking multiple steps to make sure nobody followed them home, and I'm sure you can imagine the rest.

If you're not supposed to exist, you shouldn't have evidence of your existence.

I think GE Saeran can look back at all the photos that were taken of him. The ones Ray took might be hard to look at. Because, he is Ray, and he's in a better place of healing now and looking back on how far he was into the manipulation and delusion that was sold to him is hard to stomach.

He doesn't turn away from those pictures because he isn't ashamed of himself. He feels a lot of empathy for that person, for that Ray, because now he knows why what he was feeling was wrong and those insecurities that ruled his world aren't as powerful as he thought they were. He can look back at those photos and tell himself that what he was afraid of wasn't true.

But... photos from his childhood? I believe those can be hard to look at. There's a lot of complex feelings that come from looking at those photos, but I think the most difficult thing for him would be guilt. The obvious feelings that are intertwined with this are the ones that everyone can pick out, him looking at a smaller version of himself that's in a bad place, but that kid just needs somebody to tell him that it's going to be okay someday and even though it hurts and he doesn't deserve to suffer, he would choose to do it all again if he ended up where he was now.

The hardest part would be knowing that his brother wouldn't be able to have photos like that. Saeyoung might have gotten photos of him, but... he never got photos of Saeyoung.

Sure, I suppose we can argue that there are pictures of him on the messenger, but we have to remember that he is the one in control of moderating that server, and he makes it pretty clear throughout the game that it has tip top security. Nobody could get into that if they wanted to, and the only reason people were able to get into it in the first place is because HE WASN'T THERE TO MAN IT.

His brother had the benefit of seeing Rika's phone and the messenger. He was able to recreate everything after studying it for quite a while, and sure, it wasn't perfect by any means, but that was the only reason why he was able to get in. He had something that was already inside of it.

Saeyoung likely didn't start taking photos of himself until he had the messenger. I can't see it any other way. Most, if not all of the photos he shares with everyone in the messenger tend to have him in costume for disguise.

It's never quite him 100%, and if it is, he lives knowing that it's safe from everybody else. That is the only place where he allows his existence to be what it is. He isn't afraid. I mean, if you look up paranoid in the dictionary, his face is there, but the messenger is his safe place.

Saeran would undoubtedly feel guilty that his brother doesn't have much documentation of his own existence.

That's not his fault, but I'm sure he would experience some guilt about it. Honestly, I think that's a huge reason why Saeran takes up photography. It's a common theme we see throughout his after-ending, and it was always hinted at from the very beginning, sprinkled in there with hints from his conversations with Jihyun.

He wants to take pictures of everything, of all of his experiences, not because he doesn't want to live in the moment, but because he always wants something to show him that he's been to all kinds of places and he can look back on it fondly. But, in this sense, he could make sure that there's always pictures of his brother and I think that's part of his healing process.

Looking at his brother can be difficult because of what was done to him, he spent so long being sick at the side of his own reflection because of his brother, but now he can look through a view finder and it's not as sickening. It's going to take some time before it feels right, but they're on their way to recovery.

[audrey-carr1]

Prize (part 2)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

A/N: I have decided that this is going to be a slowburn. RIP to y'all's sanity.

warnings: fem!reader, Hetty x Reader, AU Modern Era, slowburn

word count: 2.6k

Want to read on AO3? Here

3 weeks ago

Hetty is up late working when a text notification comes through on her Macbook. 

“Thank you for tonight. I had a great time.” It reads.

Immediately Hetty knows that Elias is cheating again. Hetty sighs to herself as she clicks on the green message icon. Though this isn’t the first time he has taken a mistress, she hoped that the threat of divorce from his last affair would have curbed the behavior. 

She begins sifting through texts that seem to have been going on for the past 3 weeks. Through her scrolling, Hetty discovers that her penthouse in New York is being used to keep his mistress housed nearby. Hetty could almost laugh at the gall of Elias has to open up her penthouse to house his mistress. For someone who was so smart at cutting corners, he made up for it in foolishness in other aspects of life. 

Hetty decides that her threat of divorce should become a reality. Why should she be made the fool over and over again? Hetty’s blood begins to boil at all the ways Elias has mistreated her in their marriage, and she wants her payback to hurt. 

Hetty just needed a little more time to gather evidence of Elias’s scamming before she could file for divorce and leave him penniless. First, she needed to clean up all the loose ends and get rid of the mistress. The last thing she needed was someone whispering about alimony in Elias’s ear. 

The next day, Hetty skims through the texts once more to see if there is a name attached to this mystery woman. Hetty could almost kiss the screen once she finds it. She screenshots the texts and quickly sends them to her private investigator to dig up some dirt on the girl. Every one of Elias’s last mistresses had some kind of debt or some skeleton in their closet they did not want to be disturbed. It was easy for Hetty to offer them the money and make their problems go away in exchange for a signature on a legally drawn document stating they would never contact or affiliate themselves with the Woodstones or their company again. 

She couldn’t help but to be baffled when her private investigator, who is supposed to be the best in the state of New York, comes up empty-handed.  The little tart is clean. She is educated, comes from a well-off family so she doesn’t need money, and top it all off she is gorgeous. No wonder Elias fell for her. 

“She’s a wannabe actress looking for her next big break. Why she’s here in New York instead of California, who knows,” Her investigator says

To gather more evidence for her divorce case, Hetty sends her investigator out for pictures of the affair. Over the next couple of weeks, Hetty receives photos of Elias and his mistress together. Pictures of Elias making her laugh, gifting her jewelry, and ushering her into cars. 

Hetty cannot even remember the last time Elias came home with a gift for her. However, there was something different though with these pictures. Something is missing, and Hetty cannot seem to put her finger on it. 

Hetty gets up from the living room taking the file of pictures with her. She enters her office and unlocks the file cabinet in the corner. She digs through files before finding what she is looking for. She pulls out the three files she had on the previous mistresses and begins sorting through looking for the missing piece. She flips through them and finds the same thing in all three, immediately Elias is able to bed them. There were pictures of lingerie-clad women, paired with pictures of passionate kisses, and more. This is what the most current mistresses file lacked. Passion. 

The timeline was off. Usually by this time Hetty already would have all the evidence she would need to go for the kill. Now it was going on six weeks, and there is nothing besides fluff. This certainly would not do. Hetty doubts that Elias is being more careful than before, in fact, he is starting to get sloppy. On more than one occasion she has found receipts for restaurants and florists in his pants pocket. 

Hetty’s Macbook dings again with a notification. Hetty rushes over to her computer, opening the app to watch the conversation in real time. 

You: Since you could not make it to our date, can I take the keys to the Porsche and hit up the Club Soleil with my friends?

Elias : Which color?

You: The red one? It’ll match my nails.

Elias : Ofcourse. What will I get in exchange?

You: What you always get. A hug and a well placed kiss on the cheek. 

Elias : Nothing more?

You: I could throw in a firm handshake

Elias : You are funny, but I was thinking of a different kind of firm

You: Elias we’ve talked about this… 

Elias : Yes, you are right. I will wait until you are ready. I’ll have the porsche delivered, and let me know if you need an more money for your night out on the town. Have fun.

You: Thank you Elias! *kissy face emoji*

“I guess the tart is a bit of a prude,” Hetty says outloud to herself reviewing the pictures laid out on her desk. 

Hetty has to admit the little tart had Elias eating out of the palm of her hand. She’s been receiving gifts with, currently, no sexual favours. If she weren’t about to crush her, Hetty would applaud the woman. 

“Hetty!” A voice calls from the hallway.

Hetty quickly puts away the pictures in their appropriate files before she meets the disembodied voice. 

“Hetty, there you are girl! We are going out tonight!” Her friend Alberta says. 

“Out where?” Hetty asks. 

“Club Soleil! My manager wants me to get a vibe for the club before I close the deal for my performance contract,” Alberta squeals in excitement.

“Oh, this can’t get any better,” Hetty smirks to herself. 

“I’ll get ready!” Hetty says, “Come. Help me pick something to wear,”

Alberta is a bit surprised at Hetty’s response. Usually, she has to beg and almost drag Hetty to come out with her. Instead of questioning her friend's behavior, Alberta just shrugs and follows her friend to her closet. Hopefully Hetty will let her borrow a purse. 

—--------------

Present day

After explaining her side of what has been going on for the past six weeks, Hetty lays out the contract on the table, pen in hand. You sit in silence gathering your thoughts on what you’ve just heard. 

You clear your throat before speaking, “So you slept with me to get back at your husband, which also makes you a cheater by the way, and now are you blackmailing me into signing these contracts?”

Hetty thinks for a moment. 

“Yes that is exactly what I’m doing,” Hetty smiles, “Now if you could sign these and be on your way.”

“You used me,” You whisper. 

“Excuse me?” Hetty tilts her head at the accusation.

“You used me to get me to sign this stupid contract!” You say standing up from the chair. The chair scrapes against the floor causing Hetty to cringe slightly. 

“I did not,” Hetty says standing up in her own chair. 

“You just said, you knew that I didn’t have skeletons in my closet to produce a bribe. Other than the fact that I have been dating your husband you have no leverage for me to end this besides me sleeping with you,”

“I know very prominent directors in the film industry,” Hetty begins. 

“I do not care about that! I do not need some handouts. I had Elias to keep me company, that is all. The restaurants, the fancy cars, and all the gifts were a bonus. Sure yes maybe I am using him too, but it is not the same. I liked the attention of being noticed. A foolish mistake of a girl in a big city, and if I could take it back I would,” You say. 

“You weren’t going to sleep with him?”  Hetty prods. 

“No! I just saw your faces plastered all over some gossip magazine before I got here. I wanted out as soon as I saw he was married. I am no one’s mistress…knowingly,” I add. 

“Well look at you. You have morals. This city will eat you and those morals of yours alive,” Hetty scoffs taking a sip from her glass. She notices that your glass sits has sat untouched for some time. 

“Don’t you remember? You beat the city to it, and you have quite the voracious appetite,” You quip.

Hetty blushes behind her wine glass remembering the night you had together. You take the pen from her hand.

“I would have signed it you know…without your promises of some fancy schmancy film director. Or without you trying to one-up Elias by sleeping with me. I did not know he was married, honestly,” You say beginning to sign the papers.

You sign the last required spot, “You are out of my life, and I am out of yours. Good riddance.” 

“Why did you sleep with me?” Hetty asks. 

You place the pen in her hand searching for an answer. You hold her gaze for a second, but you break it. Even when you once find your answer, you know it’s not worth either one’s time.  

“I’m going to pack up my things, I’ll be out by morning,” You avoid her question, and head towards the bedroom to pack. 

Hetty is shocked. No shouting, no crying, no negotiating, or threats of security. This is the easiest contract signing that Hetty has experienced in all her years in the business world. 

“ She really is different.” Hetty thinks to herself. 

She finishes her glass of wine and puts the contracts in her bag. Though she is able to smile, she is still left unsatisfied. This does not feel like a victory. 

In the bedroom, you do not even bother folding your clothes. You throw your clothes in the suitcase, leaving what Elias bought you behind. You throw away the flowers and begin the process of changing your number. You do not even bother texting Elias before doing so. 

You leave the keys to the penthouse on the table and leave once and for all.

—------

A week later

“How about we go out to clubbing? That always helps when I’m down in the dumps,” Trevor says.

“Trevor, you just want to talk to hot girls,” You say scrolling through an app on my phone.

“And maybe you will talk to someone hot and get over this messy love triangle you narrowly avoided,” Trevor says making a triangle with his hands. 

“It was not a love triangle,” You reply looking up from my phone

“I’ve read the Hunger Games and it was definitely a love triangle,” Trevor says matter-of-factly.

“It was not a love triangle, I was not in love with Elias…” you  pause, “Or Henrietta,”

“Close enough,” He shrugs.

“You are insufferable,” 

“Insufferably hot! Boo-yah!” Trevor says.

“No one says ‘Boo-yah’ anymore Trevor,” You say with your face in yours causing your words to muffle. 

Trevor ruffles your hair, “Yeah well I’m bringing it back. Now get dressed I’ll call Crash to see if he wants to be my wingman.”

You groan at the thought of going out. You just want to sit and stew in your feelings like a normal person. Trevor snatches the phone from where you placed it on the catch and tells you you’ll get it back once you’ve gotten dressed to go out. You narrow your eyes at him as he dangles the phone out of reach, and after a few attempts of trying to retrieve it, you give up. Trevor chuckles to himself and goes to his room. 

“You make me happy that I never had brothers,” You call out as he enters his room. 

“Aww, that’s so sweet. Now get dressed,” Trevor closes his door. 

 An hour later, you’re riding a passenger in Trevor’s car as drive through New York City traffic. Not the best idea, but Trevor navigates the ride with ease.  

“What club are we going to?” You ask out of curiosity!

“Club Soleil of course!” Trevor says nodding his head to the song playing currently. 

“What? Trevor, no! I don’t want to go there again,” You say. You wonder if she’ll be there tonight, and your heart drops to your feet. 

“I wonder if I can walk home if I jump out of the car now,” You think. 

“Oh come on, what are the odds that your hot lady one-night stand is going to be there? Zilch. If you had crashed at my place like we planned, none of this wouldn’t have happened you know,” Trevor says weaving through traffic. 

“How many times do I have to say that you were right?” You roll your eyes a bit annoyed he keeps bringing it up

“Until I get tired of hearing it,” Trevor says as he pulls up to the valet.

Trevor leaves the keys with the valet and checks his reflection in the car window. 

“You done yet, Prince Charming?” You ask sarcastically.

“Just getting started, Princess,” Trevor responds unbothered. He ushers you towards the entrance and gives his name to the bouncer. 

He and Crash meet up immediately and leave you to go scouting for potential hook-ups. After spending more than an hour at the club, you discover yet again that Trevor was right. Getting out of the house and hitting the dance floor with a couple of cocktails, was just the pick me up you need. You would never give him that victory though. He has already been bragging enough. 

Before trying to find where Crash and Trevor went off to, you go to the bathroom to freshen up your makeup. You thank your lucky stars that the line is nonexistent leaving the bathroom open. You dig your makeup bag out of your purse singing to yourself while reapplying your make-up. 

Your mind begins to wander and think about Henrietta. At first, you admired her. As cliche as it sounds she was the most beautiful woman you had ever met. She approached you with so much confidence. The way she talked to you as if she has known you forever, and her eyes. You fight to keep yourself from swooning. 

“Not again. She used you, and you let her,” You tell yourself.

You throw your brushes back into your makeup bag, and your makeup bag back into your purse. You give yourself a once over and mini pep talk before going towards the door. But while you’re exiting the bathroom, you bump into someone. 

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry,” You say quickly 

“Oh no, you have nothing to be sorry about. I am the one who caused the collision,” The woman says, “I’m Alberta Haynes,”

“Hi, I’m (y/n), nice to meet you,” you respond and then what was said finally catches up to you, “You’re Alberta Haynes!”

“I’ll never get tired of that,” Alberta says smiling, “Anyway I heard you singing in there. I was wondering if you wanted to be my new background singer. One of my originals is out on maternity leave, and I need a replacement quick.”

“You want me to be your background singer?” You repeat.

“Yes, now what do you say?”

It wasn’t acting, but you have to make your start somewhere. 

“Yes! I would love to,”

“Perfect, meet me here tomorrow and we’ll get you signing contracts and on the payroll,” 

“Thank you so much,” You gush, “I’m singing with Alberta Haynes!”

[tomorrowusa]

Trump supporters are trying to blur Trump's racism by posting fake AI images of him being the object of adoration by African Americans.

One of the disseminators of such images is a white MAGA talk show host in Florida.

Unlike in 2016, when there was evidence of foreign influence campaigns, the AI-generated images found by the BBC appear to have been made and shared by US voters themselves. One of them was Mark Kaye and his team at a conservative radio show in Florida. They created an image of Mr Trump smiling with his arms around a group of black women at a party and shared it on Facebook, where Mr Kaye has more than one million followers. At first it looks real, but on closer inspection everyone's skin is a little too shiny and there are missing fingers on people's hands - some tell-tale signs of AI-created images. "I'm not a photojournalist," Mr Kaye tells me from his radio studio. "I'm not out there taking pictures of what's really happening. I'm a storyteller." He had posted an article about black voters supporting Mr Trump and attached this image to it, giving the impression that these people all support the former president's run for the White House. In the comments on Facebook, several users appeared to believe the AI image was real. "I'm not claiming it is accurate. I'm not saying, 'Hey, look, Donald Trump was at this party with all of these African American voters. Look how much they love him!'" he said. "If anybody's voting one way or another because of one photo they see on a Facebook page, that's a problem with that person, not with the post itself."

Basically, Mark Kaye is telling the BBC that he has the right to deceive people.

Another spreader of fake images is a Christian fundamentalist known as "Shaggy" in Michigan.

We tracked down the person behind the account called Shaggy, who is a committed Trump supporter living in Michigan.

"[My posts] have attracted thousands of wonderful kind-hearted Christian followers," he said in messages sent to the BBC on social media. When I tried to question him on the AI-generated image he blocked me. His post has had over 1.3 million views, according to the social media site X. Some users called it out, but others seemed to have believed the image was real.

FYI: This is "Shaggy". Is anybody shocked that the people spreading these fake images of blacks are old white MAGA zombies?

Apparently there are still people using oligarch Elon Musk's Twitter X. Don't expect Odious Elon to do anything about obvious attempts to deceive users.

Cliff Albright, the co-founder of campaign group Black Voters Matter, said there appeared to be a resurgence of disinformation tactics targeting the black community, as in the 2020 election. "There have been documented attempts to target disinformation to black communities again, especially younger black voters," he said.

If Trump supporters think that they have the right to spread bogus images, we then have the right to have some fun with them. 😋

[panestates]

comprehensive list of sexual assault scenes in life is strange 1

hey, all! I know there's a bit of excitement for life is strange: double exposure and many will want to replay lis 1 in preparation. however, I replayed the first lis game recently and couldn't find a detailed list that described the sexual assault within the game. i decided to make one and share it with anyone who needs it :)

this specifically lists scenes within each episode that depict or describe sexual assault. it is spoiler free. I do think it's fairly comprehensive, but if there are any glaring gaps please let me know.

General warnings: 

There are no on-screen rape scenes.

A teenage character describes being roofied at a party and sexually assaulted; the assault is recorded by a fellow student and becomes a viral video, but the assault is never shown. The character who is assaulted is bullied for this video and attempts to kill herself.

An adult character drugs, kidnaps, and photographs teenage girls while they are unconscious. These photographs are shown in-game throughout the fourth and fifth chapter and are unskippable, but the girls are never fully undressed (a character has her jacket taken off in one of her photos, another has her shoes removed) or raped. However, the character does talk about his victims in a suggestive way and refers to their “innocence” and “purity” frequently throughout the fifth chapter. Max becomes a victim of this character and is talked to in a suggestive way, but is not raped.

During the fifth episode, Max has a nightmare where various male characters talk about her and other women in a suggestive way to varying degrees of intensity (see chapter five section). 

A teenage character is said to have sexual relationships with two adult men.

The majority of the scenes that depict or describe sexual assault occur during episodes four and five.

Episode 1

A character says Rachel Amber, a teenager, and Mr. Jefferson, an adult, “definitely hooked up”

Kate Marsh is bullied because of a video that circulates of her in a drugged state at a party. Within the video, she is touched and kissed without her consent. This video is never shown but is described in episode 1 and throughout the rest of the game. 

Chloe Price describes a character roofieing her and photographing her. She escapes physically unscathed. 

Episode 2

Almost all of the characters mention Kate’s video if they are interacted with. 

Kate is bullied by two girls for her video. One refers to her as a “viral slut” and writes the url of the video on a mirror.

Kate describes being roofied and kissed without her consent at a party. She says she “made out with a ton of people” after having a drink at a party. Max questions if someone drugged her and Kate says she got “sick and dizzy” after having a sip of wine. She describes being brought to a bright white room and being drugged again by one of her peers. The morning after the party, she “woke up outside [her] dorm room and felt gross”.

Kate tries to kill herself or successfully kills herself because of the video. It is dependent on the player to convince her not to.

Max accuses a character of dosing Kate Marsh while at the party. He dismisses her and blames Kate for “playing the field”.

Episode 3

On David’s laptop in the garage, Max reads from his compilation of information about Rachel Amber and remarks that “Rachel definitely hooked up with Frank”. Frank is an adult and Rachel is a teenager.

Max tells Chloe that Rachel and Frank had a relationship.

Inside of Frank’s RV, Max finds evidence that Rachel and Frank had a sexual relationship. 

Episode 4

A character has photos of women in bondage on bedroom walls, but these photos look staged. The same character has a photo of Chloe passed out from when he roofied her (mentioned in episode 1).

A character is documented buying GHB several times from a drug dealer. 

Max and Chloe discover a bunker that is serving as a dark room. The bunker contains folders of pictures of drugged girls, including their teenage classmates Rachel and Kate. They aren’t fully undressed in their photos, but are deliberately posed and appear to be in distress. If you want to view the photos outside of the game to gauge your reaction before playing, some of the photos can be seen here.

Episode 5

The antagonist is an adult man and all of his victims are teenage girls. He drugs Max and speaks to her and of his victims in a suggestive way throughout this episode. He says he drugs girls and photographs them in that state because he wants to capture the moment when "innocence turns to corruption".

Max wakes up in the dark room duct taped to a chair. She uses a photo to rewind to when the adult male antagonist was photographing her while she was in a drugged state. Once rewinded, he describes her as “beautiful” and “pure” and gets angry at her when she moves. He raises his voice but does not touch her other than injecting her with anesthesia to make her unconscious again. 

If Kate survives her suicide attempt, the antagonist says he wants to visit Kate and “test her faith again”.

The antagonist calls Chloe a "faux punk slut"

The antagonist says he had a “teacher/student relationship” with one of Max’s teenage peers.

The antagonist grabs Max’s face while she’s duct taped to a chair.

During the nightmare sequence, the player is in a gallery filled with the photos from the dark room and is being followed by the antagonist. His voice lines are creepy (eg “I wanted to capture your purity and innocence”) but not as suggestive as his dialogue in game. 

During the section of the nightmare sequence with the stacked cars, the antagonist says “Rachel not only gave great headshots, she gave great head. Especially after I dug up her body to be with her one last time.” However, his voice lines during this sequence are at random and this may not be said during an individual’s playthrough.

if anyone has any questions, please let me know. I fear my wording is a little clunky so if I can make anything clearer send an ask over !!