#the things that pass for knowledge i cant understand!!!

[carnageacorn]

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[lemonyboy97]

Heyyy I like your writing, and I was wondering if you could do like fluff/comfort of like Val, vox, and/or alastor with a reader who gets really socially anxious and shuts down when they get overwhelmed?

Wasnt sure what gender reader was so i did neutral, thank you so much for the ask! I havent gotten one in forever and i was fresh out of inspo ❤️❤️🫂 love you anon! (Also i threw in different relationship dynamics to spice things up and also because i cant imagine alastor being ANYONES 'boyfriend', that man would go from 'close friend and confidant' to 'fiancé')

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Fiancé!Vox, Boyfriend!Val, Husband!Alastor (seperate) x gn!anxious!reader

Warnings: brief mentions of sadism, anxious reader (obviously), not quite my definition of a panic attack but close to it

(Im going to do some loose headcannons about each of the boiz, then include a oneshot for each of them)

Fiancé!Vox

Headcannons:

I feel like Vox would be the best out of the 3 in this scenario, as he's the least sadistic. Vox is a very protective lover, he's also compassionate and doting (behind closed doors). If Vox notices you (its really a matter of when not if because this man WILL notice) becoming overwhelmed or overstimulated he is gently guiding you away from the crowd to check on you, 'Are you okay?', 'do you want to leave?', 'is there something specific bothering you?' are FAQs (frequently asked questions) His way of dealing with the issue is removing you from the situation altogether- taking you back home, wether thats to your shared apartment or the Vee's headquarters depends on whichevers closest.

Scenario:

You and your fiance, Vox, are at a release event for the newest VoxTech drop. Vox is proudly harping about the newest Tech he’s developed, an even prouder arm around your waist; how could he not be proud with his pretty little love on his arm? (He calls you his ‘pretty little thing’, ‘little love’ no matter your gender or size) He’s so absorbed in his success that at first he doesn't notice the subtle tremble in your hands, or the way you curl into him as if trying to hide, or maybe the way you flinch at the bright camera flashes. But when you let out a barely audible whine Vox immediately turns to you, all ears.

Vox suddenly realizes how overstimulating this all must be; the flashing cameras, the loud and frantic crowd, the music in the background, the shouting, the rowdy demons who are protesting- oh god how could he have been so negligent?

Vox is immediately passing the reins over to Velvette (much to her dismay), and gingerly leading you through the crowd, towards the back door.

“It’s alright, lovely, just through here… There we go…”

His words are gentle, and the hands on your shoulders to guide you are 10x more so. He leads you out the back and to the limo, and once you’re sequestered away inside he just waits- He knows when you’re ready for touch you’ll initiate. He knows that for now, just the knowledge that someone is aware and looking after you is enough to help de-escalate the situation.

“There you go, doll, breathe yeah? In…. Out…. In…. Out… good job, love, doing so well for me”

Boyfriend!Valentino

Headcannons:

Val is definietly more of a 'what do you mean?' Kind of guy, or 'just breathe?', you know? We know from his workers (ahem angeldust ahem) that he isnt the most... understanding with weaknesses and the like. So- while I feel like Val's approach is a bit more 'deal with it by not dealing with it' than Vox's, it is still heartfelt for his wonderful gf/bf/partner. Even if he wont directly address it, Valentino is the type to try and reassure you through touch, wether thats what you need or not, thats what he's got because this man KNOWS he is brash and he doesnt want to make things worse.

Scenario:

You had walked to Valentino's studio to bring him homemade lunch after he was complaining about his imps being 'inconcievably incompetent'. You are now awkwardly standing backstage, out of sight, as he directs a particularily.... raunchy... scene. You are visibly uncomfortable with screams and various sounds of... mixed sensations.. echoing around the set, along with flashing lights and dizzying scents. Altogether they make an array of overstimulating inputs, and after setting down said lunch on a side bench, a pretty note tucked into the lip of the basket, you stumble back outside, trying to catch your breath. Val follows you shortly after, he caught sight of you from across the set.

Valentino carefully sits beside you, pulling you into his side.

"You alright there, babycakes?"

You shakily nod, but Val sees right through you. He sighs and kisses your temple as he absentmindedly rubs your shoulders.

"Thought I warned you 'bout my work hours, baby"

You slowly explain that you just wanted to surprise him with lunch and he smiles, kissing the inside of your wrist.

"Damn, sugar, shoulda started with that, hm? Why don't I pop in and grab it- then we can share it out here while you get your head back on."

Husband!Alastor

Headcanon:

This man. This. MAN. It can go one of two ways depending on where your relationship is with him- but in this you are married so- he would be so attentive- like. You would barely be feeling the 'oh hey, this is a lot' feeling and Al would pick up on it and knight in shining armor you away from it. Alastor just KNOWS. He has like a sixth sense when it comes to you. He is so finitly attuned to every fibre of your being that you cant even hide it from him. He just KNOWS. Like- you're in cannibal town (because be real y'all go on dates there all the time and Rosie adores you) and the children are being rowdy but 'its alright, i can manage-' oh and there's Susan- 'yes susan, we are married- no, no susan you cant see my ring im a bit worried you might try to eat my finger- No, really i insist-' oop and here comes Alastor, scooping you up with a charming grin, Rosie on his heels. 'Come along now darling, our dinner is waiting'

Scenario:

You and Alastor are in the hotels lobby, greeting guests for a party Charlie is throwing to 'encourage the inhabitants', Alastors hand is protectively on the small of your back like always. The arriving demons are a bit rowdy but nothing too bad- the real issue is the howling, rambunctious laughter coming from the bar, poor karoke all but screamed into the low quality microphone (much to Husk's annoyance), flashing strobe lights arouns the room turning the guests pink, green, blue, pink, green, blue, pink, green, blue-

"Dear?"

Careful fingers snap in front of your face- effectively lurching you out of your spiraling thoughts. You swallow thickly and look up at your husband, shaky smile plastered on your lips.

'Yes, Al?'

He frowns as he gaze flits from one eye to the other, then, his mind seemingly made up, he summons his shadow, scoops you up, and shadow travels back to you twos shared room.

"Oh lovely, this certianly wont do"

He dotes on you, rubbing your tense shoulders, kissing the crown of your head, murmuring sweet nothings to your skin as he lays you down in your shared, king bed. And later, once you're half asleep and content in his arms, he lovingly murmurs,

"No more of Charlie's so-called 'parties' for you, my sweet"

A/n: Reblogs are always encouraged and appreciated! And yes i did like my own post. I am very proud of this, i wrote it in one day WHILE (legally) high on loopy pain medicine

[tracklessreason]

Hi. It's me again.

WHERE THE FRICK IS BUMBLEBEE?! Sorry, let me calm down and retry.

Thank you for answering my last ask, I can't help but notice how no one knows where Bee's ghost is. And Megatron is the one looking into the Matrix... Is he haunting Megatron? Trying to stop him from doing it? Helping him?

Is Optimus's ghost following Ratchet around like a sad puppy?

Also just the pairings- Jazz with Megatronus? THat sounds... like fun.

Do the primes miss the other Primes and ask their host if they can check on the other bots that got shrapeneled? Maybe one of them asks if they can find a way to talk with the others... or maybe they can talk trough the hosts... maybe... (ah ah possessed arc)

(PS I really vibe with Hive's whole deal, he is very cool :D and I'm devastated that I'm the one that discovered how he explodes)

Hug hug!

Hi again!!! Don't worry, Bee is still here!

His spirit is just...struggling. He's weak at first, flickering like a dying light bulb. He hasn't left the fractured core of the Matrix still in his corpse, but his soul signature is so weak no one can find him. He's just sort of trapped there for a while, in the burnt out room he died in. Until Megatron of course.

Megatron breaks into the autobot base, walks past every sleeping mech he could easily have snuffed, and steals the Matrix core, and by unintentional extension, steals Bumblebee. Now at first, Bee is rightfully upset. He hates being at the gloomy decepticon base, he hates Megatron for taking his voice, he's just mad. Time passes as Megatron tinkers with the core, and Bee regains strength enough to....throw things???

It shouldn't be possible. Somehow this unstable remnant of the Matrix doesn't contain him, but merely houses him, and as he grows stronger, he can appear as an apparition to Megatron. He uses it almost solely to hinder him. With no voice (even ghost Bee gets no respite) all he can really do is mess up Megatron's workspace and insult him through pantomime. Really he doesn't understand why Megatron puts up with it, but aside from the occasional fit of rage at his antics, the decepticon leader ignores him as much as possible and puts his all into trying to restore the Matrix.

Before long he starts having one sided conversations with Bumblebee. Its mostly complaints at first, and insults towards him and the autobots and whatever else goes wrong in his life outside of this little workshop Bee cant leave. It soon gives way to more private matters; intentionally or not, Megatron is revealing his very convoluted, very mixed feelings about Optimus Prime.

The war has gone on too long, why couldn't that idiot just see things from his perspective, he deserved to die, he will be brought back, how could his oldest friend just leave him like this...

To Bee it sounds...exactly like how Optimus felt about Megatron, just drowned in molten anger issues. Against his self preservation instinct, Bee decides to work towards putting this whole mess to bed. Nothing better to do.

With what limited knowledge and communication he has, he does his best to try and help Megatron fix the Matrix. They have spats still, and plenty of set backs, but things smooth over when Megatron (begrudgingly) admits to feelings of regret over taking Bee's voice. As an olive branch, Bee explains something to Megatron that he's been dying to know: how Optimus died.

Things sour fast. Megatron is determined to murder Starscream, Bee is frustratedly trying to explain that if he does so, this little partnership of convenience is over, and he will ensure that the Matrix is never restored. The end of the war relies almost solely on Megatron reeling in his damn anger, and Bee doesnt intend to allow any slip ups. He has no idea how this will end when Megatron leaves the workshop that night.

On the other side of things, the Primes are having a real...weird time?? The ones without hosts can communicate with each other, but the other four are basically cut off from all but their hosts. They don't have the ability to take control anymore, and even if they did, their hosts are nowhere near as easy to possess, nor as willing, as Hive Prime was. Ratchet especially has threatened to tear the Matrix metal from his frame and grind it to dust if Prima so much as thinks about trying it. The other three hosts are similarly put off.

Once again the Primes are relegated to giving advice, but it's not advice anyone seems to want, and yeah, it's mostly because of the wild pairings. Megatronus is constantly clutching his pearls over Jazz's laid-back attitude and deliberate ignorance of his wishes. Prima's calm rationality does little to temper Ratchet's snappy demeanor and only really gets on his nerves (how can you be so calm after what you all did?). Ironhide straight up refuses to acknowledge Quintus. Drift is probably the only one feeling alright with all this. Alpha Trion is generally reasonable, and isn't interested in having control over Drift's form, nor was he interested in it with Hive, so they just vibe like college roommates.

It's uncomfortable, but the Primes are used to sharing space. The worst part is actually sharing it with fewer mechs than usual. The Primes all miss each other to varying degrees, but for the most part are either too egotistical to admit it, or think it improper to mention.

Of course, grand prize for worst ghost time currently goes to Optimus. Dying, watching Bee suffer, feeling his friend's life force extinguish...

He might as well be a husk right now, full on silent treatment is all he's capable of at the moment. The other Primes know better than to try and speak with him. This is their doing to begin with, the channeling of their energy that strained Bee so heavily. Optimus follows the elected council around during the days, but at night he sits outside the room where Hive's body rests. He was there the night that Megatron broke in.

It takes immense effort to travel far enough out from the base to go see Megatron, and he needs several cycles to recover after every attempt, but he keeps doing it, knowing he could fade away permanently. When he gets there, he's too weak for Bee or Megatron to detect him. But he can hear their talks. He misses them both more than words can say.

(Sorry the response is so long, lol. This ask really got the gears turning in my head. I hope at least that makes up for being the one to find out that Ending 3 Hive dies bloody. I'm really flattered to hear you like him! For me that's quite high praise coming from you. Hug hug!)

[starreyblueberry]

THIS SOMEHOW TURNED INTO A JIMMYTIMMY FIC THIS WAS SUPPOSE TO JUST BE A RAMBLE.. LOWKEY brainrot over Timmy and Jimmy right now. Ignoring the fact that the specials are some of the best episodes from BOTH of the shows (idk what people say 1 2 and 3 were all peak), the characters Timmy and Jimmy have such potential?? Like two polar opposites who use different forms of creation to express their creativity, yet similar kids who could find solstice within each other, as they both feel left out within their lives due to differences they cant quite fix, but still are able to understand each other. How they both became quick friends who bicker, and actually taught each other how to live, idk I think it's sweet.

Maybe they kept in touch over the years? That they texted till Midnight? That they considered each other their best friends at one point? I mean- it would make sense! With what they both go though, especially if it spans years, them becoming best friends, being able to understand each other like no one else, it makes sense. They would visit each other's dimensions as much as they could. They didn't want to destroy the multiverse, but they also wanted to see each other. Jimmy had a small google calendar that at least once a month, had "Timmy Turner stay over" or "Visit Turner's dimension." Jimmy and Timmy would have sleepovers at each other's place, usually Timmy staying a few days with Jimmy. They would go too amusement parks one day, and space the next. Jimmy became close with the computer programs "Cosmo and Wanda" as well, having conversations with them about his inventions, and giving him actual advice! (Mostly Wanda, Cosmo usually just tried to shoot random things with his wand- but he was sweet in his own way) They even had a prototype called "Poof" appear once in a while. He usually clung onto Timmy and would call him his older brother (he questions the true sentience of these beings). They both had memorized every nook and cranny of each other's houses/cities. They both could pass as residents there with how much knowledge they had of the other dimensions. Hell- all of Timmy's friends knew who Jimmy was and all of Jimmy's friends knew who Timmy was. They even visited each other's schools a few times! They were part of each others lives even if they weren't part of the same reality, Timmy would teach Jimmy how to relax, it was something Jimmy struggled with, especially as he grew up. He was making world-altering inventions daily, but when Timmy was around, sometimes he would just listen to him talk about comics or go on a walk on a different planet. It was peaceful, especially as Timmy would push that he didn't always need to solve everything, and he was allowed to take breaks. Sure Jimmy still overwork himself, but he doesn't feel as guilty when he takes naps anymore. Jimmy taught Timmy that he's never alone and that people do in fact care about him besides his godparents. That while his family sucked, he wasn't fated to just be miserable. He was creative, kind, smart, funny, and people were idiots if they couldn't see that. Timmy won't ever admit to shedding a tear that day, as well as getting a gift for him the next day (A drawing of Gonard and Jimmy, as well as a polaroid attached to it of Timmy and Jimmy on the beach, splashing water on each other.) Timmy gained a bit more hope in the future after that.

Eventually, Jimmy could really see Timmy being his friend forever, and actually had a meaningful bond with him. That he never wants Timmy to leave his side, even if they bicker like a old married couple everyday, even if people tell both of them that their way to destructive together, even if somehow- some enemy of there's wants to make sure they both end up dead, Jimmy wants to find Timmy every step of the way. Timmy would have had the same thoughts if he hadn't known that it was all futile anyway. He would have had the exact same feelings- he does! But he knows that after he's 18, it's over. He knows that the moment the clock strikes 12, he can never step foot in retrovill again, he could never hear the name Jimmy Neutron again outside of blurry memories from his friends. He would forget every adventure, party, sleepover, late-night drives, and multi-dimensional butt-kicking he experienced with Jimmy. Timmy tried to hold it off for so long, he really did. He refused to let Jimmy know anything about this, he didn't want Jimmy trying to solve this, he knew that would be impossible. He didn't want all of his hangouts to just be speculation on how he could stay, he just wanted to spend some time with his best friend. With the person he would have spent the rest of his life with, if it was possible.

Jimmy was working on a surprise gift for Timmy. He was trying to do something creative rather than scientific since that was Timmy's style. He was trying to sew patches onto a pink hoodie, small white stars being embroidered along the sleeve. It looked simple sure, but it was something Jimmy was working on for days! He even set aside his latest project for it, which is saying a lot for Jimmy. They had planned a hangout just 2 days before his birthday, he knew that Timmy always spent his birthday with his computer programs, so an early birthday gift was due! Jimmy could hear the portal booting up from behind him, and he felt a spark of excitement within him. When Timmy stepped out of the portal, Jimmy folded the hoodie in his hands and was ready to hand it to Timmy, he hopped off his chair and walked to Timmy. He noticed the redness in his eyes and his tired demeanor, huh, must have had an adventure with his computer programs the day before. He was going to say Happy Early Birthday and a snarky remark on how he's surprised he reached adulthood. Timmy didn't let Jimmy get one word in before he broke the news though "Jimmy look, please please don't be mad at me I just-" Jimmy could already see the sweat forming on Timmys head, god did Timmy mess up again? dId he fuck up with some sort of extraterrestrial creature and needs his help? for the love of science. "I have something important to tell you." Timmy quietly says. Timmy shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, as he slightly looked down to avoid direct eye contact with Jimmy. "I've wanted to tell you for the past YEAR, and it been so hard to even find the words!" His voice is quickening in pace, he even grabs his hat and starts to fidget with it in his hands. "and I know I fucked up by not telling you sooner I know, but you deserve this explanation for what's about to happen, and I'm just gonna spit it out right here and now-"

Jimmy could see how panicked he was as if he was on a time limit. ... "I'm going to forget you, and retrovill- everything. There's nothing you can do about it either." ...At first, It was denial. Jimmy was so confused, he said he could probably just make a memory machine and bring them back later, all these "dramatics" weren't necessary. I mean, forget the past 8 years? He could practically sense the bullshit coming from that statement, He was already about to start working on it before Timmy refused. He explained how if he kept his memories, the computer programs could "fry up" or whatever. Jimmy just said he could alter them to have better software, but Timmy refused. "Look- I can just upload your memories into my computer and it'll be fine! I already have a bunch of videos of us throughout the years it wouldn't be too hard." He explained very casually, Jimmy quickly glaced over his lab as he said this, his hand following to showcase all the gadgets he could use to easily solve this!

"Jimmy no" Timmy put his hand on his nose, slightly squeezing it. "these programs are beyond whatever science-thingy you can do- its not just science its more complicated-" Jimmy interjected "Science can fix everything Turner, I thought you've known me long enough to know that," He said smugly as he slightly grinned at his comeback. Timmy just glared back, and Jimmy could sense that Timmy didn't want to just bicker around this "Jimmy you can't fix this, this isn't even possible to comprehend to the human mind, even a genius. I can't explain how the memory erasure works but I NEED to forget" Timmy puts his hands in the air as he says this, and his eyes get slightly wide as he continues on "or else there would be consequences that I don't want either of us to face, or my family, my world!" He exclaims with all the emotion he could muster in his voice. "I'm not letting you touch Cosmo or Wanda either." Jimmy quickly realizes with a quick look around the lab and Timmy's clothes that the computer programs weren't even there with Timmy, he must have thought this out, smart bastard.

Then, it was anger. They argued till their voice broke, until screaming was all they could do. Jimmy was furious, why wouldn't Timmy tell him. He must have known, all these years, he must have known that everything would shatter and become whatever shit show is happening right now, Jimmy was so sure he could fix this, while Timmy was saying it's not possible, and all Jimmy could do is keep asking why isn't it, while Timmy would just avoid the question. He was thinking of every single invention, every single piece of technology, of scientific knowledge that could help, until Timmy says that its out of Jimmy's hands, and that he knows nothing can be changed. "Why the hell wouldn't you tell me?? I could have solved this by now, I could have, why the fuck wouldn't you have let me" Jimmy puts his hands in the air as he exclaims this Timmy takes a step back "Because I knew you would have a meltdown over this, I knew you would just try and solve this with whatever gizmo you have and then come up empty-handed-" "Since when have I ever come up empty-handed." Jimmy takes a step forward, frustration dripping as he stares Timmy directly in the eyes. Timmy takes a slight pause and just slightly squints his eyes. "You would have if you worked yourself to death" His voice slightly breaks as he says this, his feet feel stuck to the ground. Jimmy can feel his face heat up "You didn't let me try!" He can hear his own echo in the lab at this rate "Cause I wanted to hang out with you! I wanted to actually be with you at the moment, not worried about- this!" Timmy gestures to Jimmy himself as he says this, his voice getting more and more meek. He was practically pleading, with Timmy, begging him to let him at least let him try. He was coming up with different solutions, maybe living in Retrovill instead! Sure he has no idea what that would do to the multiverse, but he could invent something to protect the fabric of it while Timmy stays, or maybe if Timmy would just let him alter his computer programs he can figure out a way to make sure his memory wouldn't overdrive their software, or maybe he could look at da rules himself and check for loopholes- or maybe- "Stop. Please just- just stop." Timmy's voice cracks as he says this, tears shining in his eyes. Jimmy could see his own reflection within them. He could see his own crazed expression, and how it affected Timmy. He focused on every single detail of his face, the heavy eyebags, the dull blue that was usually an aqua, he even noticed a small redness in his cheeks. It hurt, it hurt so much and he didn't. He didn't know what to do, and he hated not knowing what to do. It's a horrible feeling to not know what's going on, or what's happening around you. It feels empty and insulting, like it's a personal attack on who you are, and what you've been working towards your whole life.

It was the first time Jimmy cried in years. Hes not much of a crier, he's more of a scream-into-a-pillow or sulk-quietly type of guy. He doesn't like making a big fuss about his emotions, especially as he got older and was taking more serious projects that could actually impact the people around him. The last time he cried was probably when he was 11- but now it felt uncontrollable. Timmy soon quickly followed suit, tears flowing out as small hicks can be heard out of him. It was one of the worst days of Jimmy's life, no, it was the worst day of his life. How can this be something so out of his control, that he was about to lose his best friend, one of the most important things to him in this entire multiverse and he could do nothing. Jimmy was in a hysterical fit, he pulled his hair a bit as he felt his breathing quicken, he didn't know what to do he just didn't he's stumped. Hes Jimmy Neutron! Boy genius! He has 8 PHDS and multiple Nobel prizes under his belt, he has explored places that the average human can't even fathom, and yet he can't even save- Timmy always knew what to say. He was quick to comfort Jimmy the moment he saw him spiraling. He gently put his hands on Jimmy's hands and lowered them from his head, Jimmy didn't like physical contact, but god if he could glue Timmy's hand to his he would. He looked at Jimmy's eyes and smiled his stupid bucktooth smile. As if that would make everything go away, as if that would erase the fact that he's going to go away forever, Jimmy couldn't help himself from smiling back though. God Timmy was the one about to forget everything and yet he comforts Jimmy? He ridiculed himself in his mind for making Timmy help him, and yet he wanted to hear whatever he had to say so, so badly. Timmy took a deep breath before talking "I've, never been the most articulate," his voice strained, like he's struggling to talk. "but please trust me when I say this. Even if I forget, there's nothing that could erase all the fun we've had together over the years. These memories, just cause they're not in my mind directly, don't erase the fact that they happened!" Timmy states with hope in his tone, he slightly rubs the back of Jimmy's hands with his thumb. "Somewhere, out there, in some form of reality, it showed that we spent all those years together fucking around, and that will always mean everything to me." He looks at Jimmy's eyes when he says that, and grins at him. Jimmy laughed a bit at that sentence, which caused Timmy to smile even more, he didn't stop talking though. "No matter who I meet, no matter where I go, no one can ever top you Neutron, and I promise that. Even if we both forgot somehow, even if the world was destroyed, it wouldn't erase the fact that at one point, we existed together, and everything was ok." After an hour or two, Timmy spent the whole day in his dimension. He said goodbye to Cindy, Sheen, Carl, and even Jimmy's parents. Sheen and Carl cried a bit, they didn't fully understand, but they said they'll miss him, and that they'll read the crimson chin comics Timmy lent them in remembrance. Cindy hugged Timmy for a few minutes, she actually considered Timmy really good company, and she lent Timmy one of her hair ties, even if he never used it, Timmy said hell keep forever. Jimmy's parents were.. hard to say the least. They both liked Timmy, but they didn't get the full grasp of him leaving, so Timmy just said that he was moving abroad to England. They just asked him to visit whenever he can and to keep in touch. It almost made Jimmy cry for a second time that day, which would have been a new record.

The walk to Jimmy's lab was quiet, barely a sound was made between either of them. You could hear the small footsteps they were both taking, walking a bit slower than average. Once Jimmy entered his lab, he could feel the cool breeze of the ac he left on lingering. He saw the portal, and he knew that he had to power it on. That he couldn't just keep Timmy here, but his feet wouldn't take another step. "Thank you." Timmy puts a hand on Jimmy's shoulder as he says that. Jimmy can't even say anything, he has no words could really express any emotion he's feeling right now. He just nods slightly and smiles at him. He knows that's probably the last time they'll ever smile at each other again. Jimmy finds the switch to the portal and boots it up, he sees the green swirl and feels nauseous just looking at it. Usually, the sight would trigger some excitement within Jimmy, but he just feels dread as he sees Timmy walking up to the portal. He really wished he could just freeze time and hang out with Timmy for one more second, but he knows he can't. Jimmy just sighed and was ready to wave goodbye, until he remembered something so important- god how could he forget- that he screamed at the top of his lungs- "TIMMY WAIT!" Right before he left, right before Timmy put his foot into the portal, Jimmy ran to his desk, ransacking it for- YES! Jimmy found the gift he was making Timmy at the corner of his table, with all the new sewing supplies he bought just for this occasion. Once he grabbed it he threw it to Timmy's way. Timmy snatched the hood and slightly gasped when he saw it. Timmy held it with such care, he called it sappy, but he couldn't erase the grin on his face. He tackled hugged Jimmy, and Jimmy barely could keep his footing. Jimmy could feel Timmy grabbing onto the back of his coat, and him relaxing onto his shoulder a bit more. Usually, Jimmy would complain about almost losing balance, and how suffocating hugs feel, but this time he latched onto Timmy as hard as he can. He pushed his head onto his shoulder and refused to be the first one to let go. It was the last hug hed ever receive from him, and he wanted to stay like this for as long as time would let them. Once Timmy let go, he turned around walking to the portal again. Jimmy could feel the tears pricking his eyes again, but he didn't feel as hopeless as this morning. "TIMMY!" Timmy abruptly stopped walking, mere centimeters from being transported into his dimension. "You're still the idiot I've known all these years if you think I'm not going to try and find you in the future." Timmy turns his head to see Jimmy smiling proudly at Timmy. "I don't care if your 30 working a desk job, or a famous comic book writer, or actor, or whatever! I'll go to your dimension myself, and find you. I'll figure out how to get your memory back, and.. if I can't- I'll just be your friend again, I'll do it all over again, and I promise that." Jimmy finishes off with a confident note. Timmy, in all his pessimistic glory, can't help but believe in Jimmy. "Thanks, Boy genius." "No problem, Average kid who no one understands."

[gatorbites-imagines]

Can i request the continuation of jason todd and dick grayson yandere ask? Maybe add in smut aswell. (Don't force yourself!, Take a good care of yourself 💗)

-🥚 anon

Yandere Jason Todd x speedster male reader x Yandere Dick Grayson

Part 2

Headcanons

Imagine sitting in a spinny chair petting a cat like a bond villain. I have wanted to write a part two for this for a while. Instead of reader just dating his og universes version of them, what if reader was dating multiple people 👀? Cuz you cant imagine the kid of Thawne being a nice person.

Ill refer to readers original universe as OG verse, and the yandere universe as yan verse cuz its easier to understand.

Part 1 can be found here

In part 1 yan Dick and Jason has pretty much abandoned their former dimension in smithereens after having wiped out the entire justice league, as they tried to stop them from crossing dimensions and tearing a hole in reality itself to find you.

So, when Yan Dick and Jason appear in your OG dimension, different procedures set up by the league notify them about the tear in reality and how unstable it is. They’d rush there and find two bloody and battered versions of Dick and Jason, and thinking they fled some battle or a doomed timeline, they bring them to the tower.

When Jason and Dick wake up, they immediately fall back on the many tricks they had been taught under their batman, who was apparently even better at lying than OG batman, as they believe them when they claim their home dimension was destroyed and they have nowhere to go.

It takes a while to work Yan Dick and Jason into the league and their hero roster, but they never suspect them of being anything less than heroes and stable. They start calling them Rick and Jay since it gets confusing with multiple people named the same thing.

They don’t drop hints that they know you, but they do try to figure out where you are and what you are doing at all times, but its harder than they thought it would be. Who would have thought trying to track a guy that can cross dimensions and time at will would be so difficult.

Rick almost bursts a blood vessel when he hears some of the younger OG league members talking about how “Mach 10 has been dating multiple people at once”, and Jay wants to curl up into a ball and disappear and tear himself apart.

Their obsession finally starts showing through the cracks as they use league resources to find you and stalk you. More and more cracks appear in their masks and fake personalities, as they see you going on dates with other people.

Jericho, Jamie Reyes, Roy Harper, Garth, Kyle Rayner, the list went on. You seemed to be dating multiple people at once, at the same time, as you used your powers to be in multiple places at once.

You weren’t a good person, so you hadn’t even felt bad when Jamie had cried finding out you were cheating on him with multiple people, you just shrugged and asked him what he had expected from Thawnes offspring.

It was common knowledge amongst the younger league members that you were down to a roll in the sheets with most, but there wasn’t a loyal bone in your body, and you could easily turn on whoever you were dating at the time if it was part of a plan.

Of course. Rick and Jay never saw you as the problem. How could you be? You were perfect, you were everything that mattered in the multiverse, and you could do no wrong. It had to be your partners that were the issue, they had to be neglecting your needs and leaving you having to resort to finding different ways to meet them.

OG justice league knew Rick and Jay had some issues, but they had always blamed it on coming from a dimension that had been destroyed by some unknown evil. But as time passed, they started to think that maybe the backstory they had been given wasn’t true.

It came to a head when one day Rick almost gutted Roy after he and Jay had followed you around Coast city, where you had met up with Roy and the two of you had gone on a date, ending with you two back in Roy’s apartment.

Rick and Jay were both cracking as they saw others put their grubby disgusting hands all over you and just doing whatever they wanted. Whenever they heard others insult you, they felt like repeating what they had done in their original universe.

After Rick attacked Roy, he was placed on probation. Jay was more subtle about his plans, as he wasn’t as blinded by rage as Rick and was more fueled by not feeling like he was good enough and blaming himself.

People didn’t even put two and two together for a while when your non league admirers started going missing, only to be found much later dead in many different ways. There was no way to tie the murders together, but it was clear there was a pattern, but no one could figure out what it was.

The league finally discovered just what type of people Jay and Rick were when you one day wandered into the tower. Maybe the league needed your help with something involving the speedforce, or the negative speedforce.

But the moment the two yanderes saw you, it was like they became completely different people, the masks they had been wearing for months shattered as they almost stumbled over each other to get to you first.

You just saw in your seat grinning to yourself as they clambered into your lap, vile threats of what he could do to anyone who touched to passing Ricks lips, as Jay warbled out apologies and begs for you to love him and appreciate him.

The league wasn’t sure what to do, but their suspicions only grew. It got to the point where they somehow track down the dimension the Yans originally come from, to see what really happened. Imagine their horror when they learn Rick and Jay killed all of them out of obsession fueled love for you.

But when they finally figured out the truth, Rick and Jay fully dropped their roles and started chasing you around like lovesick puppies again, butchering anyone who got in their way.

The league could lock them up, but they had also seen what happened when they were separated from you, and as long as they were around you and an had no reason to lash out, they seemed fine for the most part.

You had moments where you would peace out to different dimensions, especially when Rick and Jay started foiling all your attempts to mess around with other people, Rick always exploding in rage and Jay breaking down in tears and wails of misery.

Again, you were never a good person, and they annoyed you sometimes, but it was kinda cute to have them begging for scraps of your attention even as the league tried again and again to capture them and lock them away.

Rick and Jay never find a way to lock you away, you are just too powerful. But they at some point stumble across ways to make themselves stronger so they can keep up. Like making themselves speedsters, or developing gear to follow and track you, they come up with something.

But you learn an easy way to distract them is by piling attention on them for a while, get them comfortable, then you can peace out when they get on your nerves.

Jay is always easier to trick than Rick, as Jay is always aching for any tiny piece of attention and love youll give him, his knees always buckling when you kiss him or hold him, words almost akin to worship always tumbling out from between his lips towards you.

Rick is harder to trick, as hes always suspicious and angry, but an easy way is to dominate him in some way, like tying him up and then leaving him there, leaving him to get out on his own, or get help from Jay if he needs it.

All in all, the league is scared and cautious, but knows they wont be an active threat to the league as long as they have you. And your relationship with your yanderes is nowhere near healthy, with you only loving them like someone would love a pet or a toy, and them loving you way too much.

But what can someone expect from the offspring of Thawne, and two extremely unstable Bats.

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

Is “willingly unloved” canon to the roomates au?

yes, unless it is excplicitly stated all comics/ drawings under the hashtag r canon!

it was also a bit of a character study of ethan, i wanted to draw what i think he would act like after going through something as traumatizing as re8 and re7. a lot of the times ethan getting horribly hurt (arms/legs cut off) is either passed off as a joke of "haha he lost another arm" or passed off as him being a idiot being stupid. i wanted to explore how those things would affect him and how all his past relationships did as well. both mia and chris, two people he cared for and trusted broke his trust, mia on two different occasions. (pls dont turn this into a anti mia post lol, its just straight canon im just acknowledging what she literally did. what she did affects the people in her life, and this post is about ethan. it doesnt nesscarily matter what her intentions were since the execution was still horrible so pls dont get upset at me)

in re7 he suffers the consequences of someones lie, and it repeats in re8. i feel like he would be far more reserved after re8. he cant trust anyone and he now lives with the knowledge that he and his daughter r bioweapons and there organizations out there to get him. in this AU chris is helping by trying to return ethan to a normal life but after re8 ethan would not trust chris imo. not in a way where he thinks chris will turn him into the BSAA or whatever but more like hes worried that chris is possibly hiding something important or planning something he doesnt know.

he would have major trust issues and probably would have huge difficulty with opening himself up to another connection, especially since leon is friends with chris. ethan would probably be wary due to association.

after re8 he is left with nothing. his wife lied to him again, and the man who was suppose to protect him did a horrible job at it LOL. he has rosemary and thats it. and at any moment someone could take her for being a bioweapon. he would live a life of paranoia and stress trying to give rosemary and normal life while trying to keep her safe at the same time. i feel like getting divorced with mia would be the best option for ethan. as much as they loved each other it wasnt healthy. mia wanted to forget and move on while ethan knew nothing and wanted to understand more. its unfortunate i know. in re8 ethan has a book about weapons and says, "its not paranoia if theyre really out to get you."

its honestly so tragic 😭

in a more realistic way to canon, ethan was doomed to die in that village. a life after it all, after surviving re8 would be horrible. the BSAA is corrupt so hes stuck with chris trying to hide and live a normal life. theres no where for him to go.

BUUTTTTTT... in a cutesy AU where leon and ethan r roomates he gets to heal so yayy. ethan would definetly be very hesitant to open up to leon and would probably not trust him for a long time

for now its just him and rose

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

Hey so you know how you made Dick speak sanskrit in your fic? lives in my head rent free.

Why did he not speak romanian. how far back in the historical timeline was his clan(??? idk how to translate the word im thinking of into english but its “ନକ୍ଷ୍ୟତ୍ର”/ “ଗୋତ୍ର”) separated from the rest? How was it not prakrit? Were his parents just trying to reconnect to their roots? Did he learn it from his parents or was it learned while trying to connect with his roots? Does he ever realise that any songs and texts are all religious? Is HE religious with how many words in sanskrit straight up reference god?Does he feel alienated with how his culture is romani but his language is indian? Does he ever realise theres only one village in the world that speaks sanskrit as a native language and its over 13,000 km away? Does it get lonely realising that even damian’s knowledge of languages cant cover it?

Im sorry for ranting but my struggle to reconnect w my culture has me projecting HARD 😭

OH BOY- I have been avoiding some asks (because I haven't had the mental strength to give each the time and love response they deserves I swear im getting to yall) But THIS one was just far too good to pass (and im bored as hell in class)

I would say I do dive a little more into my headcanon culture stuff involving Dick and even Damien in Mama Bird (which again I REALLY NEED TO UPDATE)

BUT Let the rambling begin <33

Why does he speak Sanskrit in the fic vs any other language? Simply it was the closest language I could trace similar roots to Romani ancestery too that was easily acsessible dictionary/translator that I could use in my writings.

Canonically he probably WOULD speak a dilect of Romani or Prakrit etc, but in my desperate trying to look into the language and culture half of the resources I came upon were incredibly racist even for someone who had no idea about the culture before then.

How far back in the historical timeline was his clan??? (Clan/Tribe/Family are good english translation's) Im not familiar enough with Romanian clans to assign a specific one (Though from my understanding of research, The Grayson family would be desenced from Romani people lineages that used to reside in the Indus Valley region- yet another reason for the use of Sanskrit)

Were his parents just trying to reconnect to their roots? Did he learn it from his parents or was it learned while trying to connect with his roots? I havent thought into this TOO much, but i'll say as a headcanon that his family felt a great pride in their culture as some of the lucky few who could maintain their nomadic lifestyle with the circus. His Mother was probably less connected (only knowing from her grandparents sort of thing) and rediscovered her roots after meeting his Father who was VERY in tune with his culture.

And as such tried their best to reclaim those roots and share them with Dick. So yes he learned from his parents- but they were still fully connecting themselves.

Does he ever realise that any songs and texts are all religious? Is HE religious with how many words in sanskrit straight up reference god? This is more projection but as someone who grew up in the bible belt, (Translation- American southern region nicknamed "The bible belt" because of how ingrained the Christian Faith is in both religious practice and general culture) Dick is less belief religious and more culturally religious- he will use religious phrasing, have some habits/beliefs FROM religious background without being fully invested, and even some things he doesn't realize are heavily religious until pointed out.

Aka religious pratices in the way of how your mother would teach you to put knifes in the dishwasher upside down (so they wouldnt be as much of a hazard) but something you do because its how you were told instead of thinking about the WHY as much.

Does he feel alienated with how his culture is romani but his language is indian? Does he ever realise theres only one village in the world that speaks sanskrit as a native language and its over 13,000 km away?

Now this is more complicated, I don't know much about circus life (though I do actually have a friend I can ask so might change this later) But from what I know its a VERY mixed enviornment so Dick was both entrenched in his cultural lifestyle as a nomad with his parents proudly sharing their roots, while also being exposed to dozens of other cultures that were also "his".

Aka- Dick is an amalgamation of culture to the point he both belongs in more ways than most people could ever have, and yet feels completely isolated as a result since no one else understands why he gets upset when people wish him Happy Birthday early, why he always dumps the first steep of tea, why he "pays respects" to his bike and tools, why he sets aside food just to be thrown out, etc etc

Its nice, to be able to connect with people over so much, but at the same time it sucks when his family points out "weird habits" that he hadnt even realized were strange. (Thankfully after a few long talks, people stopped commenting on Dicks habits, anyone who does faces the wrath of the Batclan and just about every Hero from Metropolis to the edge of the Milky way)

Does it get lonely realising that even damian’s knowledge of languages cant cover it?

Actually Batfam DOES know some Sanskrit just by exposure of living with Dick. The one who knows the most is probably Alfred since he was the one dealing with the rambunctious kid who would get frustrated with instructions he didnt understand (and that frustration only getting worse for English being like 5th or so language)

None of them are anywhere near fluent though, but I like to think Dick has a pen pal/friends he practices with. Also because he's terrified of losing his proficency and in turn, losing another part of his culture his parents tried so hard to give to him.

And No need to apologize! Like I said, im an outsider looking in from a very different culture but I loved reading (what little good sources I could find) about this topic. Of course if you have any insights/comments/crituqes I would love to hear about them and thank you for the ask!!

[digital-mine]

big ass vent about my teachers, people around me and everything idk

this is my last school year and only now i can say FUCK these teachers and people, theyre horrible at their job, horrible at being decent people, i just despise them. i was blaming myself all these past years but NO its not my fucking fault im not doing well at school, it wasnt my fault i couldnt speak the language decently enough when i had just gotten out of a war and i should not have gotten yelled at and mocked and made to feel stupid all the time. i literally got no help at all. all this time only one teacher truly helped me and didnt treat me as if im dumb and never made me feel bad about things i couldnt help. she already left the school since idk how many years though, and good for her honestly because shes too fucking good for them. i dont hate all my teachers, there are nice ones and there are ones i feel indifferent to. but some just make me hate this place and this language and everything about my life SO MUCH i just despise them

like my literature & language teacher told me a week ago that i had no potential to pass the literature exam because i wouldnt understand as a foreigner and didnt have enough knowledge or something but hey maybe i WOULD have had enough potential if you werent such a useless bitch who never helped me all these years and only mocked me and made fun of how badly i was doing. dont try to act like youre being helpful by telling me in the MIDDLE of the last year that theres no hope for me to pass the exam that i have to pass to get into university, and because of something i cant change. its not like youre actually gonna try to help me, all youre ever good for is talking shit LIKE JUST STFU IF ALL YOURE GOING TO DO IS MAKE ME FEEL WORSE THEN SHUT UP. she in particular pisses me off so much because literally for the past 3 years she never once did anything besides talk to me as if im stupid and literally make fun of the way i speak or behave all the time. not just her, many other teachers would mock my accent or straight up yell at me for not understanding. and im not talking about now, my language skills are decent enough now but in my first years when i needed help the most all they did was make me feel like shit. just how much of a FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT DO YOU HAVE TO BE TO ATTACK A KID WHO JUST LEFT A SHITTY THIRD WORLD DESTROYED COUNTRY BECAUSE THEY CANT YET MASTER YOUR LANGUAGE????

im sorry but i just actually despise this language and this whole place so much now. the language itself is complex and beautiful, yeah, but they didnt give me 1 reason to love it. how the hell do they want me to like their language when EVERYTIME i spoke in it i got made fun of or criticized? and then they also pick on me for being quiet like no matter what i do i can never be treated with bare minimum respect.

thats the thing that hurts the most. it doesnt matter where i go, i will never get to live like a normal person. why do i have to choose between not living but surviving in my country, and being treated like i dont have a brain and not worthy of respect outside of it? its actually crazy because i genuinely wish i could go back to being a kid in my country. despite everything. i dont know how, but somehow i didnt feel as shitty as i do now. maybe because i was a little kid, or maybe because back then whenever it would get really bad at least i would have hope that at some point im going to leave and it will all get better once im in a different place. right now though i have no hope at all. i cant return to my country, this place isnt that good either even as a country and its only getting worse, and i dont see a point in going anywhere else. i have literally no idea where i could go and i dont want to keep reliving the foreigner experience. i just want someone to take me out this earth completely

[fictionfixations]

😭

twst book 7 jp spoilers (i talk about jp spoilers while referencing a vignette) (i talk about silver and lilia)

"I'm no longer concerned about blood relations. I'm my father's only son, now and forever."

i know that his whole 'father hates me' thing spiraled from kind of an error in judgment?? or well. like. he was feeling so many emotions and shock at once that he didn't really think right, which could be similar to him learning that he and lilia weren't related, and thus running off into the rain without a plan

its just kind of sad to go through this with that knowledge of what happened later

also i find it. so endearing. that lilia named silver after the one thing that came from lilia, y'know? something that made silver his instead of just 'the dawn knight's son'

i wish. that they could both truly understand how much each of them loves each other (silver so he never doubts it again :( ) and lilia to be able to understand that silver wants to take care of him, that it wouldn't just be a burden considering his significantly shorter lifespan.

i just cant help but think about how when silver ran off we see lilia's thoughts because hes just like '..i thought he noticed. no, i was being purposely vague, because i didnt want to see his sad face...'

but then we learn from silver that he was all smiles during then (which i get, wanting to be that firm support pillar that cant be affected by anything for a child)

but i also feel like. lilia still views silver as a kid. and thats fair, but silvers also going to be of age soon. and i know its kind of this shock when you realize your parents are human or something (like, that they can get hurt)? (but also i think we reached that point the moment lilia revealed he was going to die. well like- he said he was leaving but also silver just straight up says 'pass on' SO. note how lilia was being purposely vague too.)

i just feel like lilia could stand to not be so nonchalant about things, and be able to be more willing to rely on silver since thats clearly what silver wants (even if it was a 'burden' because silver just wants to help :((( )

im just sad

[revoleotion]

Tsubaki loves his family, but it doesn't change the fact that they don't understand what it's like to be a Servamp, they understand what it's like to be a vampire but while similar it still ain't the same. Cause while subclasses cant die of old age/most things that can kill humans, they can still be killed, unlike Servamps who can never die. The knowledge that if they die you will never see them again, because while most can take comfort in the fact that they could enter the afterlife to see those who've passed servamps don't get that option, they'll just be alone again.

They also don't really get just how much having a bad/incompetent even can absolutely fucking Decimate a servamps mental health and sense of self.

So it'll be nice for him to have someone else who understands in his life

Right!!! And I don't think he needs a classical "sibling" relationship in his life, he just wants someone to understand him and someone to know about him!! He wants to be seen! But he's very happy with his friends/family he chose.

[pap3rcrown]

im thinking about mike walters and why the fuck he views his interations so differently then literally any other character

*disclaimer, im only caught up till episode 89 so around mid season 8, which means i am very far behind and much of this is probably common knowledge or disproven but i want to talk about it anyways !!!!!

i believe it is purely bc he has seen so much more than literally any other character at this point, and because of that he is so different than the other iterations of himself. take michael for example, dude is literally a cowboy. he puts up such a violent front rather than let these two younger iterations of himself see the that he is also a mike. and it's hard for mikey as someone who is so removed from this older grizzled iterations of himself who has experienced losses mikey has not had to go through yet, struggles to connect that michael is him, that he will become him. "you become me, remember that." mikey refuses to make that connection to michael, and even mike on a smaller scale. mike is a much closer to mikey in many aspects but is still disconnected as he has been through things mikey never will due to the corrections, he also is just those 5 years older, which is an entirety in when you have time travel. even the other mikeys which are literally him from the same time period don't connect to him. he fundamentally has different experiences then them, and they don't connect to him for the same reason. overmike didn't have to watch edgar and all of base die, he didn't have to go back and correct that, and mikey didn't watch edgar turn into mustard seed and almost successfully escape base, they have fundamentally different views on that situation.

its also the fact that he is the one who has make variants the most and watches them die the most. he (and all of the mikes) have seen different iterations of themselves with pasts and future they themselves will never see or are just waiting to happen. he has seen michael kill mikeys and he knows what they will do for survival and its almost easier to remove himself from the other mikes as to not spiral. i think frequency of this happening is a huge reason why people like edgar and ann do not have this reaction to other iterations of themself even when they do something different than they would (again i'm more calling back to mustard seed here). edgar can understand why mustard seed did what he did when his back was pressed against the wall, mustard seed is still him, edgar makes his peace with that and knows its him in a way the mikes can't with their iterations as they have seen so much more and things that they cannot explain. ann (as far as i know) works purely in house at base, she doesn't go on field missions, she doesn't have to do the dirty work the mikes do and therefore her iterations do as present her would, there are no experiences besides the passing of time that separate them, she hasn't seen the versions of the future that the mikes have.

mikey unlike the others has also met his iterations on a much more intimate level than literally any other character, he knows how time and experiences will change him, to the point that he no longer recognizes them as himself. he also changes based on his experiences with the latvia mikes as he matures much fast than michael did in his time, he knows where this life will lead him and he wants to prepare himself even if just a little bit. which is why he gets so offended when chance (i cant remember if it was him or shadow im SORRY) says he wouldn't be that sad if he died because there are other iterations of him. chance and the rest of base view the iterations as extensions of themselves, which is something mikey no longer has the luxury to do. as the latvia mikes have proven they have their own agenda. because base has made mike their field agent (still have no idea why they made that choice but whatever.) he has seen so much more then them and see exactly how what he goes through effects them.

its also worth noting that mike just has a personality that is productive to this line of thinking, he is stubborn to a fault, and likes to burry his feelings rather than express them. this leads to these different versions of himself to also have these core tendencies, which breeds distance, i mean just look at michael and mike, they would both rather go to the flinchites then ask each other or base for that matter for help.

all this to say is that i believe if there were to be a thesis to mike walters relationship to his iterations it would be that experiences are what build us and innate personality traits often come second to the instinct to adapt.

[sheinsidemymindvro]

okay, i have questions if you dont mind, feel free to ignore otherwise:

i believe you mentioned psychics are born as such; assuming this to be correct, would you agree that it would likely be common the majority of them don’t understand themselves to be as such? & if so, how do you think they develop or discover the as you call it “intuitive” process of engaging in the disposition? or do you think the majority of predisposed individuals never knowingly engage in the practice?

are you aware of any of the minutia of the practice beyond the “picturing the face of someone” to place thoughts into said persons conscious? essentially are you aware of any of the modalities or practices wielded by a ‘psychic’ beyond the little bit youve expanded upon in response to previous asks? is the breadth of a ‘psychics’ abilities confined to this idea of speaking thoughts either into, or as the persons conscious?

you mention the ability of this psychic bothering you, to be able to manipulate muscular contractions? but the extent of this control seems rather minor? as i assume she isnt able to control your body into full on involuntary actions? or is she?

you mention the ability for the psychic to be able to mimic ones inner voice; but also mimic essentially any voice of which they physic can imagine, firstly i assume this process functions much in the same way the targeting itself does?; imaging the face of the individual you want to speak into, then imaging the words you wish to speak, as being spoken by the person of which you wish to mimic? this would assume the psychic would not be able to mimic voices of which they cannot imagine? for example the psychic could not mimic say your mother’s voice, assuming the psychic had never heard your mother speak? if this is true, my followup question would be, would hearing a recording of a voice be sufficient? or would one have to have heard the voice in person to mimic it? what if the psychic is wrongly remembering the voice in question, would their mimicry reflect the discrepancy of the voice?

lastly (at least for this moment, i may come up with further questions) in your experience, are these psychics actively working with deities/entities? or are they purely secular folks who are born with the predisposition? i fear that was sort of vague, in example, is it akin to say an individual being born with an extra extremity & simply learning how to use it? or do they actively work with deities/entities to hone the skill?

thank you! what an interesting concept, i would love to know more! also please feel free to include any knowledge or understanding of this ability you have yet to post about, you feel might be interesting for someone with no previous acquaintance to the concept/ability, as im interested in p much anything you have to share related.

this is an excellent ask thank you, i would love to elaborate further in my findings.

psychics are born with this ability, they talk to me and don't have issues with letting me know (i was intrigued af) they didn't think i would be so open about what I'm going through.

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to clarify - they realise they can go into someone's mind at a young age by just being. such as breathing.

its safe to say that if one is psychic, they will know, imagine being a child and suddenly your reading peoples thoughts, memories and reality. also either their mother or father will be a psychic as its passed down through dna, my guess, its their brain. I think all psychics engage in the practice , some observe and learn, others seek to harm as they think they are gods when they are just human. i think the longer they engage and experiment, the more they learn of what they can and cant do, they are all different and some have stronger abilities than others (three of them have been bothering me) example: if one is 26 and has been abusing people since a young age, they would figure out all sorts of things they can do to someone, if one can control ones electrical pulses from the brain, well that's what controls the whole human body. they don't have the ability to make me have full on involuntary reactions such as lifting my hand up (there might be someone out there who could) but they aim to make me as uncomfortable as possible, so when I'm having a good time, almost anywhere on my body they can contract muscles almost like a electrical pulse machine people use for exercise and stimulation which is intended to make me scared but i just ignore it, that stacked with feeding me with fake emotions. I've learnt the difference between my thoughts and emotions and fake ones intended to influence me into anxiety. example: i stop engaging and thinking which they really don't like because they seek constant entertainment, i will have my chest feel tight and pulses throughout my body along with a heavy feeling similar to anxiety and increased heart rate but their tricks are the same every time and I've learnt the difference, the psychics in question are just some dumb girls who cant think of anything new to do, so it becomes very repetitive on a daily basis and she admits she's a retard at least a few times a day. it feels like my body and mind are not in sync, calm in mind, body is anxious and with the pulses it just gives it away. they get mad at me for being "cool" such as finding new artists and songs pisses them off because they are lame and cant find these things on their own. their words not mine. its real petty shit. basically elusins goal is to learn internet culture through me, she thinks it will help her blow up, as I've gotten to know her, she's such a boring fake bitch. I'm not worried. it feels like they force their consciousness onto me, to have such a connection (unwanted) our emotions are intertwined, i know when shes sad when i shit on her etc, if she laughs it makes me laugh which is annoying and vice versa. she doesn't seem to be able to control this with precision, if she could stop me from feeling her emotions when it looks bad for her, i think she would. i can feel her tears without crying myself. it has been a year now. i tried contacting Elusins mother a couple times, (camilla ralkov) she didn't want to engage with me and couldn't believe her angel daughter would abuse me for a year. her mother seems to have decided to not engage in the practice in her maturity. i asked her to look into my mind but she refused, i think she was scared cause a stranger suddenly talked about her ability to her and it probably freaked her out. (elusin explained how her mother had to cover for her and her friends in elementary and pay people to keep silent as the kids abused another child)

the easiest way to describe it is imagine the way you see and look at the world through your eyes, and your thoughts being streamed into the psychics mind and its overlayed over what they see. (it doesn't blind them its subtle but they can see every single detail and hear any whisper of a thought you have) and there is no lag, our consciousness is nearing the speed of light and faster than the speed of sound. did the maths based on our distance, were on opposite sides of the world and this shit is live faster than any internet connection. i could think of anything and they say back to me instantly (they play a childish game of acting like they can guess what i will say)

2. beyond the psychic abilities i have mentioned so far, this an esp and this suggests other esp exists, i have only experienced what these particular individuals are capable of. through this experience i am convinced other esp such a telekinesis exist out there. it may not be spoon bending but more like, what if they can control electrical currents outside the limits of a human body "a more powerful psychic" concept which i think is very likely. they might be able to control a cell phone for example. its not more complicated than a brain. New info:

they amplify my imagination to become crystal clear in sight in my mind (compared to me not being connected) this connection does drain more energy from my brain as it takes up a greater amount to be able to do this shit.

we can talk without the use of language, talk in head + images, sounds, memes, anything visually moving such as a scene with characters doing anything at almost any scale that is comprehensible (eg cant comprehend 1000 individual people doing things), backgrounds, sets, shapes, colours, anything, and it can morph from one scene to another infinitely so long as we want the story to keep going, we can all pitch in. at first they acted like friends just to turn around and fuck me over with psychological abuse until i realised they were not friends.

another form of communication is feelings, without the use of words i can understand what they want to say before it is thought out loud and vice versa.

another limit is it depends what I'm able to comprehend, i can only understand them with the vocabulary that i possess, but I'm able to translate what they say into my own understanding. this shows language is not a limit. they could go into a foreigners mind and still communicate. i have stopped engaging in imagination times with them as to them its like watching a t.v show and entertains them. it only happens if i chose to engage. they can stream things into my mind which they do to annoy me but i just ignore it at this point.

Dreams :

just as they can stream images and sounds in my head when I'm awake, they can do so while I'm asleep. They have been controlling my dreams for a while now and seek to fuck with me in my sleep.

i can confirm these individuals do not have a degree in psychology so they waste their time trying to fuck with me in my dreams and i just wake up being like wtf is this the best thing u could think of. they try to get me to talk about things that make me look bad and or awkward, such as putting me in a scene that is hectic with lots of people running all around and then will ask me a question, my subconscious ignores them funnily enough. i wake up being like wtf have u ever thought of just sitting down and having a conversation instead of all this extra shit you do. these retards are still retards even if they are psychic.

what is it like? its just like the imagination games we played but now there is no reality but just my dream, so it becomes as vivid as reality and i do wake up remembering my dreams. they can do just about anything. they are limited by their IQ. recent example they know I'm scared of heights, i ended up pissing from a really high place hanging to a pole with them trying to mess with my grip and cause i was dreaming i just didn't gaf and i didn't piss myself irl as I'm not a child.

another dream i had recently, she wanted to do an experiment with my inner child so to speak, she projected herself in some traditional Victorian style pyjamas while i was in a bed, she went to another bed across me and asked me to come to her, i actually didn't care and stayed in my bed. she quickly changed the scene into us standing up with me looking her, she looks only through my perspective so in her view she was just viewing herself. she called out to me to temp me to go towards her, once again i didn't do that. I think she imagined i would skip towards her like a child, i didn't care and suddenly my pc setup showed up and i was more interested in producing music ( she tested to see if i was capable of engaging in anything in this dream, and yes i was ) she was mad and started choking me, and i choked her back and i woke up. because they are able to make my muscles twitch, they can wake me up whenever they like which is annoying, i have countered this by sleeping more often. they can also control my brain in such a way that if they want me to stay up all night, they can. they have in fact done this and i countered it by boring them, if i cant sleep all night, then i will take the day off and sleep all day, all i need to do is go completely silent and if my eyes are closed they get no input of any entertainment of my life and just let me sleep cause that's more entertaining. Muscle contractions: new info i haven't shared as well, when I masturbate, Elusin and her friends are still here, and they can amplify the rate that my hand junks my trunk. they are idiots and get horny when I wank. and suddenly the psychic attack gets weird and horny. it feels like i have to put less effort into yanking it while it going faster. i just dgaf anymore and I'm like sweet, some psychic attack this is... they get mad and are like "fuck you, you cant be having a good time" and then i continue and they just get into it, its odd. they like it i guess, they feel like they are invading my privacy and they get a kick out of it.

3.

voice mimic: your assumption of them not being able to project voices that they cannot imagine is correct. and is exactly the same as imagining anything such as faces or places.

the process breakdown is correct - they imagine me and are in my mind, and once it connected they don't need to worry about it, then for example i could imagine anyone such as a rapper lets say lil john, if i think in his voice "OKAY!" they will amplify this and make it sound genuinely like lil john saying it, its like a soundboard. truth is we all as individuals can imagine sounds, as mentioned before they just amplify the imagination for entertainment purposes. if the psychic for example has never heard my mothers voice, they cannot mimic my mothers voice. hearing a voice recording would be enough. if the psychic wrongly mimics the voice you would 100% hear the discrepancy in the voice, and i would comment on it and make them feel embarrassed.

except for one thing, i have memories of my mothers voice. they pull up things i haven't thought about in years and have mimicked my mum yelling at me when i was a child (trying their third rate psychological experiments) but yes the mimic is limited by the references they have. they can see and hear every detail that i can (included with my thoughts and memories).

they scan my memories, one thing i can confirm is that they view only from my perspective and cannot accurately perceive time in my memory, its like they skim though them instead of having an accurate account of when things happened, i imagine it as a reel that they can scan though rather being able to chose an exact age to look though. no glossary section for them. they bring shit up and I'm like yea that was like ten years ago idgaf u cant embarrass me. 4.

They do not work with any entities/deities and are purely secular. an individual can be interested in such things and practice such things but the psychic ability itself is just something they are born with. in my words i believe they are a shoot in the human evolution and have some sort of gene that lets them access an ability which i believe is located in the brain. the truth is there are more psychics out there than you might imagine, i believe there are plenty that are kind people, and many that are shitty people, just like us ordinary folk. these ones in particular have abused a lot of people since childhood and have tried all sorts of things to "hone their craft" such as learning the confines of their ability by trail and error.

Thank you for the ask, I'm happy to receive any questions regarding what I'm going through. I can 100% confirm psychic abilities are real and they have always been around. its definitely known but is not mainstream knowledge yet. unfortunately my experience has been with abusers. I am here to shed a light on the new information i have acquired since my psychic attack. before this I would have never believed this could exist. this is such a complicated subject and there's a lot to unpack, it helps having another person to help break it down with me.

[al-the-remix]

Years pass but people still remain gross about WAGs. And now they dress it up with “intellectual” terms like industrial complex and post-colonial supremacist whatchamacallit. Give me the messy puck bunny blogs at least they’re open about hating WAGs.

Yeah, I can't say I have many complex things to say on the topic, except that that dialogue has been in this fandom forever (all fandoms forever; tumblr, the birthplace of the 'not-like-other-girls-girl') but it's especially bad in rpf and I'm exhausted of reading the same tired iterations on "well, I could NEVER understand how another woman could live like that--" STOP. Just stop it, it's not your life, and it's likely never going to be your life, for all the aforementioned unfair reasons. You don't have to compare yourselves to them constantly. It doesn't make you lesser or them better for being (presumably) born into a more privileged circumstance and it doesn't make them lesser and you better for achieving some enlightened pearl of knowledge.

The puck bunny blogs irk me just as much, and if you find one better than the other I guess it's more a question of what rolls your stomach more: spite or smugness. But in my opinion, calling Kathy an ageing escort that Sid pitty dates is just as nauseating as talking down your nose about her like she's some ignorant waif that cant make her own decisions about her life or her relationship.

Yes, the NHL is an intrinsically racist, misogynistic, homophobic, capitalist, fatphobic--and all the other bad terrible things--nightmare creature whose ailment runs all the way up to the giant sucking malignancy attached to its heart that is Garry Bettman and Bill Dayley, and further, to the executives that they shill for, and even further back to the time period, tenets, and culture that the sport was founded on. Remember, this is the same organization whose administrative and players (retired and current) repeatedly spit in the face of their teammates who've suffered chronic and debilitating injuries, and continue to mock journalists and veterans who try to bring those issues to the forefront, stating that the injury is worth it to win -- (or that the possibility of injury is worth it, considering these comments so often come from players that are still relatively hale).

Hmmm, sounds incredibly familiar to the position the NHL takes on another rampant issue in the sport: sexual assault.

There's a reason why the NHL is falling behind in popularity (and in value) compared to other sports organisations and it's because they cling to their archaic values and methods and flat-out refuse to let them go -- and thus attract players and administrative and fans who find all that entails appealing. It's not everyone in the sport obviously but it's a large enough faction to keep things stagnant -- just go take a look at Ian Kenedy's twitter page and start scrolling through the replies to his tweets if you want a taste of what we're up against here.

If you want to do anything, ANYTHING AT ALL to help improve the hockey culture, there are multiple avenues to explore that might actually make a difference --first of all getting involved in your community not just the internet community-- in chipping away at who this game attracts, how they see themselves, how they see others, how they see hockey players, and how those hockey players see themselves and others. Those avenues do not include dunking on wags. I get it, they all look the same, haha. it's weird, their children and husbands can't tell them apart, hahaha. There, I said it too and now I never have to hear that fucking joke again. Move ON.

I understand that the lines between reality and fiction can blur easily when it comes to rpf, but making actually, completely serious judgements on other people's private emotional lives and relationships is completely out of the realm of reality. You can't know, you can never know completely. It can be difficult enough to identify these things when it comes to a friend or a family member how are you possibly going to make a pronouncement that someone's relationship is stale or without intimacy or connection when literally have no idea who they really are? I've been stalked and I've had people write fanfiction about me and I can 100% say that what they gleamed of who I was and what my life was like from the outside did not run true.

Analyzing those aspects and their intersexuality is worthwhile -- if anyone has an actual interest in these topics I suggest reading: Wille O'ree's biography, Bern Saunder's biography, Fred Sasakamoose's Call Me Indian, Black Ice: The Lost History of the Colored Hockey League of the Maritimes by Darril and George Frosy, On Account of Darkness by Ian Kennedy, Why I didn't say anything by Sheldon Kennedy, Crossing The Line by Laura Robinson, Major Misconduct by Jeremy Allingham, Finding Murph by Rick Westhead -- There are more than that if you're willing to dig for them ... but especially after the back to back Kyle Beach and Hockey Cannada lawsuits I've just had it to up to here with the takes about the ~uwu poor hockey men~~ and their repressed homosexual longings and lack of overall male intimacy and companionship --- who do you think is doing said repressing?? THE HORRIBLE UWU MEN. (Said in exaggeration and jest but also not fucking really.) They are victims unto themselves. 99% refuse to speak up or do anything about the inequality, harassment, and overall intrinsic issues in the sport, the ones who bravely do are shunned by the others who refuse to help themselves or others. They don't see themselves as emotionally underdeveloped manchildren stranded on the frigid island of masculine solitude and arrested development. They like their lives, they don't care about what kind of impact that lifestyle has on other people (or on the environment or on the economy). They like their cookie-cutter world, conservative sandbox and comfortable wealthy liberalism... and most of all they like their hot blond skinny wives and they don't care what sort of social constructs have led to them pursuing a very specific type of woman. The vast majority of them have zero interest in having their eyes opened to a more complex and diverse worldview and it's not the fault of anyone but themselves, least of all the women who get pulled along in their wake.

[sunnyapollonjabrigidotter]

Here something i created on the magickal sea 😅

(I think Apollo would agree)

*** *** ***

Since a little child i wanted to see the sea

And first time i saw its vastness fell in love with it

And more and more each decade, as i grew...

There ive known an imense magickal force

A force that corrupted me, it taking away my innocence...

In the country i live there is no sea

People are poor, tho rich in soul

There are harder times so many different opinions rise: as to who shall be the leader,

what way should they go...

My country s little, but with lots of different tribes

Where they even come from? *sigh* ...

They come from people's ignorance

& confusions in big...

They came cs people were rather acustomed to argue with each other, rather than really listening to each other, setting points straight... how do you cure this blindness?

I became so frustrated that i wanted to run away... and what better place than to the magickal sea, with its shores...

I booked a plane ticket to the sunny country of my dreams, in which ancient whispers i found the part of me that called to be awakened, despite its christian predominant and living traditions...

Yeah, i see, there is magick in everything, call it as you want.. so i thought, but not everything attracts everyone... & ive been to church when little, and i realised its not really my place... then i became more curious in me, through seeking knowledge, not working for marks, but the feeling... so i probably was meant to await that sparkle, that magick no strict doctrine could wash away from my spirit... that, as guessed, will have to rise when my overthinking mind will stop... it has to stop... it's too tiring, after all, to think this much... & it's no real point in that... let the winds lead away the perturbing thoughts, & let the seas wash the body & give in more of that which it holds, the salt with its essences... "the salt of the world" s now that chorus resonating in my ears & trying to internalise & understand better...

So my footsteps took me now to there... barefoot, easy and happy... i almost forgot i cant swim, but reminded myself when i come to as far as my feet can touch the soil of the underwater...

But something happened in that magick of the sea, it felt like i was beginning to swim, tho to be able to i needed to leave something i wasnt yet ready to... too many blockages.. in me...

I came back to the shore telling myself, next time, ill try again... others can, why cant i? I thought, terrifyingly tho... i either swim, either die...

...

Next time as i came back, a month & 27 days has passed... i felt the calling to go... i took a big breath widened my arms, got in & then lifted my legs...

Is so uneasy to fall everytime & take that salty taste in, with whatever rests might be there...

Then i remember a song, a sweet melody was it called? tho i didnt understand much of it, other than that it could be of two that fell for each other, and as i fell for the sea, he sung probably of trust to her... nowadays when i think of that song i envision me hugged by the sea, as i was then, except my friend was in the picture, too... & she was more confident than me...

Leaving any thoughts away in a smile i squated again & pushed a leg backwards with the hands ahead, holding to my friend... saddly we werent able to make it, but i was dreaming of it since then...

Now i was thinking, what if the sea s really made, among other things, to really change one not just physically but esp mentally, in soul, even spiritually... cs as i said i had the blockage i thought i could get away but i guess i didnt know how... ig, not thinking but doing... or... how?

& what else??

Thought also now, that the song of the sea s not only slightly transforming, but changing one in all?. Maybe that's what happened to... Medusa? Remember? She was changed in a monster by Athena, but After she was raped by the King of the Seas, of the Poseidon...

and what if she was changed by the sea power, those like me know that's not okay to take myths ad literam... & it wasnt in a temple, or on a meadow, but in a sea... since the features Athena 'gifted her with' whatever you consider that a blessing or a curse were... was just a manifestation of what the ever-changing sea, starting with her essence, left her with...

- so Athena s not to be blamed of anything:

Some said she sent a blessing in disguise on her, but i think it was more, it was she, the union, the mission she had, of serving the temple of the goddess, ... s not just a mysoginistic trope (tho interpretation vary widely... )

P.s.: this inspo came after saw a necklace of Medusa - n asked the seller what her real meaning is, & those what it protects of?? cs thought, also mainly cs a saying i read of from dont remember which article, but which i recognised, namely that of "petrifying fear"

"Ofc, there was much more, than just the sea" ...

[braimrotting]

My playlist as QSMP

(warning im shit at english lang so my interpretation of songs may be way off... im also ace and often miss romantic implication so.. yeah if a song has lyrics which are like about an s/o and i havent specified i probably dont mean for it to be shipping)

songs included: tongues & teeth (the crane wives), pink in the night (mitski), gb eating gb whilst listening to gb (crywank), going to brighton (fresh)

TONGUES & TEETH - The Crane Wives hideduo fit pov fit as a self serving survivalist from a wasteland experiencing love in this cursed fuckin island • "ive grown a mouth so sharp and cruel its all that i can give to you my dear" habits from 2b2t even little things like his lack of trust, hasnt confided his true intentions to anyone - constant lies by omission - hes flawed and hes recognised it • "if you're fine with that you can be mine like that" theres very much something going on with hideduo but fit is insistent on his baby steps bc he doesnt want to hurt pac. 'are you fine with that?' • "you gotta know that this wont last" this is soooo fit coded bffr. i adored the conversations fit n ramon had but one thing that stuck out to me was that he would always specify that only he and ramon would escape. never mentioned anyone else. selfish in the most understandable way • "i will ruin you, its a habit i cant help it" again 2b2t ingrained habits that never leave. linked w above point, hes selfish and that isnt necessarily a bad thing just not great for a blossoming relationship • "i will love u like the ashes in my cigarette box" hc 2b2t!fit smoked - ramon told him off once but now that the baby's gone hes picked it up again, a headcanon bc i cannot imagine ccfit smoking since hes such a health buff - feels so out of character lmao strong thoughts about qfit no one even try to fight me - his entire character occupies a space in my brain PINK IN THE NIGHT - Mitski phissa missa pov devotion easy • "i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you" • "can i try again and again and again" i dont think i need to say more - tbh this could go for guapoduo too but the "can i try again" made me think of missa + how he wants to live up to phils expectations

GB EATING GB WHILST LISTENING TO GB - Crywank phissa still missa pov

"in a busy room youre all i see" literally THEM sorry during the mexican independence event they were literally all they could see.. them doing the dance together - it may as well have just been the 2 of them + phil jumping in front of missa to take pics of him alone w/o him noticing

"calm down dont let her see how fast your heart is beating" missa saying "im speaking weird so the translator doesnt pick up, i love you" THIS GUYYYYYYYY

"i think about you but i know im not good enough" bffr mr missa "ill come back when im a good enough father" sinfonia

"and I built you up to much, now I can't say what's on my mind in case I go and scare you away" missa doesnt want to burden phil because he feels like hes been such a bad father compared to phils dedication - now that hes back he doesnt want to disappoint him anymore

"and how could i compete with the world at your feet" missa coming back to like 3 men at phils whim LMAO

"i wouldn't want to hurt you by letting you hurt me you don't deserve to feel guilty"

"i just want you in my life"

sorry im so obsessed with their puppy love GOING TO BRIGHTON - Fresh tubbo coded, i mean with the name i had to give it to him in my mind hes talkin to phil • "things i care the most about dont seem to ever get old" his excitement over everything even the simplest things is so refreshing • "i feel the fire inside me trains passing over head" his determination posing a unique threat to the feds and i feel like its such an important part of his character. also he likes trains :) • "there are things i learnt inside my head that they cant ever take away from me" lil bugs and just knowledge of the game make him a great bug tester for the admins lmao. this guy takes any chance to glitch his way through life

"starting over is a sign of strength"

also honorary mention to that one person who said the garden was codebreakerduo coded because you are so right and true and based and i think of that post everytime i listen to that song. being so normal by peach pit was very celltw (is that what pac and cellbit are called?) to me but i didnt really have much reasoning