#the wiki doesn't help because it's not very thorough

[blood-and-pizza]

I'm trying to look up a full listing of the Five Nights at Fuckboy's character stats, equipment, and attacks... but not even the damn wiki is helping. I just might have to play FNAFB again just to get the answers I need. I wanted to write down everyone's stuff so I could compare it to their characters in FNAF World and maybe work on my own ideas for a FNAF RPG, but no... apparently we have to do this the hard way. FML.

[brionysea]

i know as much about star wars as steve does, but this isn't the only time that ewoks are mentioned

even within the same episode, teddy bears come up again, and they're linked to mike. el was unable to get the teddy bear off the shelf but mike could

the ties to mike go further back into season 3 too

anyway. back to ewoks

i wondered if it was meant for el, will, or mike, because they're all kind of the core characters, but the cut from mike's face straight to the tv makes me think while it involves all of them, it's for him

also, with how similar joyce and mike are, does that mean mike forgot something? something specific to him, not just will's birthday, because everyone else forgot that too

with how thorough stranger things is, i'm sure there's something in the specific cartoon shown, but i don't particularly want to watch it, so here's what i found from the star wars wiki for ewoks

the very first thing on the wiki immediately sounds like mike

"The Ewoks are fierce warriors. The top of the food chain on a savage planet!" "Okay, first of all, they live on a moon, not a planet. Second of all—"

the "not a planet" aspect also reminds me of dustin starting to wonder what the true nature of the upside down even is in season 4 before he got convinced it was irrelevant

endor -> the upside down

ewoks -> demo-creatures

leia befriended an ewok (like dustin befriended dart — "that's like saying just because someone's from the death star, doesn't make them bad," mike says about it, because he's at the start of his character arc about learning that the world(s) don't operate within a black and white moral framework) and went to their camp as a guest while her friends got taken prisoner by a different group

When these Ewoks saw the protocol droid C-3PO, they identified him as the Golden One who they believed had brought balance to Endor millennia before. Despite Wicket and Organa's protests, the Ewok shaman Logray attempted to sacrifice them as a feast in C-3PO's honor. Skywalker's use of the Force to make C-3PO levitate combined with the droid's warnings soon changed Chief Chirpa's mind, however.

this is just. interesting. it makes me think of "without heart, we all fall apart" in reference to mike, and jason talking about how everything that's happened with the upside down have been ritualistic sacrifices. the one who stopped them from happening being the person with the force (el) matches up too

i don't see how anyone besides mike could be the golden one. he understands the upside down so intuitively that it's suspicious, it refuses to hurt him even though doing so would disable the rightside up's team immensely, and he started off as the golden child who audiences loved before slowly falling off the pedastal. there's also the fact that the little teddy bear he couldn't afford (yet?) was gold

That night, C-3PO told the Council of Elders the adventures of the Rebel heroes. The Ewoks accepted the Rebels into their tribe, and allied themselves to their cause. The Ewoks helped in the ground battle to destroy the Imperial shield generator on the forest floor, and their primitive weapons felled the stormtroopers and the scout walkers of the Empire, although they took many losses to Imperial blaster fire.

so basically, the golden one unionised the ewoks against the evil empire. mike unionises the creatures of the upside down against vecna

[icespyders]

i finished disco elysium today!!! & as someone who plays a lot of choice-based rpgs, the way the game acknowledged the way i played was particularly fun and rewarding (readmore for spoilers)

so obv at the end you're confronted by the cops from harry's precinct and kim can defend you (i assume if he hates you, he does not defend you, but i literally unlocked that Goodest Of The Good Cops achievement at the end of day 1, because i've been trained on bioware games to make every companion in every video game love me), and i got a real kick out of some of the dialogue i got during that finale sequence. particularly: one thing kim said to defend me was that i was unbelievably stubborn and thorough chasing down leads, no matter how vague or unrelated to the actual case they seemed to be, and that's 100% how i play rpgs lmao, i chase down every dumb random sidequest no matter how far it diverts me from the main plot. and in this game, some of my most joyful/interesting/thought-provoking/just plain nice moments were in these random sidequest diversions, so i loved how the game basically gives you a thumbs-up for that. and i was really unsure how to play it with evrart & joyce, who i give information to and why/when, and felt like i fucked up, and the game acknowledged that too, kim had some dialogue like, ok, yeah, maybe it wasn't a smart move, he ran his mouth a bit too much to the wrong people, but it was an ethical move and it maybe helped the whole situation, somehow, slightly. and i did okay in the tribunal sequence so kim noted that too, how i got in between the mercenaries and the union guys and put myself in harm's way and minimized the bloodshed. and! i didn't even realize the game would track my drinking/smoking, but the fact that i stayed sober and only smoked once (to light that graffiti on fire, lol, i did it for ART ONLY) was verbally mentioned by a couple characters and seemingly improved their opinion of me. OH OH and i was a very Sorry Cop and characters noted that in particular, kim was like ok yeah he apologizes for everything and it's kind of weird, but still, he's a good guy. and my actual partner is like YEAH YEAH i know you're sorry, you're always sorry, you fucking sad sack. & obviously my insane political views were noted (kim like "i know he's a communist, and also somehow a centrist, idk how he reconciles these things in his mind, but he's a good cop, i promise") (i never got to go back to my communist book club :(((( i read all the literature, i just didn't have time to go back, i ran directly into the plot too fast :(((((((( tragique)

and i was SO EXCITED to meet the phasmid...that was so nice...what a weird and lovely and odd game. it's just very rewarding, because like...i never felt like i was playing Perfectly, yknow? i started the game and was really intrigued by it, but felt a little overwhelmed as my Need To Play Perfectly habit crept in. so i put the game aside for like 9 months, worried i'd never get back to it or finish it, picked it up again 2 weeks ago and felt kinda stuck...and then i got to day 3 and i just cruised through to the end. i played pretty much blind, just looking up a sidequest or two when i was stuck, progression-wise, but i always have this bad habit in rpgs where i want to do things Right and get way too invested deep-diving on wikis trying to orchestrate the most perfect outcomes possible. i tried to kind of free myself of that habit for this game and play looser (though i am grievously guilty of save-scumming ahead of checks and doing dice rolls over and over again, but save-scumming is a sacred art to me, who the fuck doesn't do that in rpgs, if save-scumming is wrong i don't want to be right!!), so i wandered through the game, flailing around and fucking up and failing skill checks, always wondering if i could be Playing Better, but all of that second-guessing is worth it, because in the end i felt really rewarded by this sensation of acknowledgment i got from the game. this feeling that my failures and my successes were noted and catalogued and referenced directly as my companion character sticks up for me at the end. i'm always seeking that in rpgs, that acknowledgment, the sense that my choices mattered and were noted and made both subtle and obvious impacts. and disco elysium has so many variables that i REALLY didn't expect it to be as specific at the finale as it was! like, seriously, i can't get over it, the game scripted shit to acknowledge "you pursued so many fucking sidequests with a maddening and almost obsessive determination, good job," i feel so SEEN. and i got to hold hands with a big bug. what a game

[pervertedkitty]

Rid 2001 review

just plowed through it while working on something a little tedious

overall impression is it's better then Armada (as far as i can tell as i haven't finished it yet) , it doesn't have plot holes big enough to fit metroplex several times over through for one but that may be because they didn't try too hard to explain all the details and such, the plot is pretty simple as far as it's presented but considering the target audience it's fine, at least it's not an insultingly dumb mess.

I will say the robots in disguise name makes 0 seance since their car modes (almost) never help them hide form the cons and they are not hiding form the human population (the Japanese name makes way more seance even if it's not very exiting) so what the hell is the disguise part for???

Overall the quality seems a bit better animation wise the Armada and the characters are actually at least amusing if not likeable. The kid character(s) don't feel forced in for absolutely no reason and when they do get involved it usually has plot relevance ?!?!? what sorcery! and if not it's juts a little cut away. The autobots actually try to keep Koji out of danger instead of just tossing im' in because why not? I can't say i liked koji but i didn't hate him!

I even rather enjoyed the running gag with Kelly (never named in the show, i had to resort to the TF wiki for her name) i think she could have had a slightly bigger role in the show since apparently she drives x-brawn (???) while still keeping the gag intact like maybe she doesn't want to get involved but it happens anyway.

side burns obsession with red cars is unhealthy (as the predacons correctly pointed out that he's a pathetic looser when they managed to catfish him when megarton took on a red sports car alt (?!??!) an experience side burn didn't learn anything from ) and i found him kind of annoying at first but he makes a good foil for prowl who otherwise would have been pretty boring and other characters acknowledge that his behavior is annoying and irresponsible so i think it goes a long way in making him more palatable

Optimus being a fire engine was nice and so was the addition of Ultra magnus as (spoiler)

also got to learn who the legendary rail-spike is lmao i actually liked his old timer charm! and the train bots in general were fun even if strictly speaking their alt mode seems pretty limited...

Sky-byte definitely steals the show he is like the 'evil' riptide, i would even say the two share a single brain cell but one of them traded it for a corn chip and they haven't seen it since

overall if you want epic plot, thorough character studies and deep lore this is not the place but if you want something mildly amusing in the background while you work on something definitely worth a watch imo

[fang-natic]

Sing, Nightingale (part 1) - keigo tamaki x top!reader

You needed to know what he knew, but he wasn't going to give it up without a fight. Not that that matters. You know exactly what kind of fight to give him.

cw: kidnapping, noncon, bondage, mild knifeplay, orgasm denial, bdsm elements, humiliation, blackmail, drugging, needles, overstimulation, wing kink (is that what we're calling it)

an: i said i'd do it so i did. i dont know why i did it. or why it's so fucking long (gdocs says it's 1.3k, what the fuck). but i read some oneshots and did some limited browsing of the wiki so here you go. if you see something that doesn't make sense with the canon, no you don't <3

now i need to write a part 2 for this where you actually get to fuck him stupid. part 2 will probably establish reader to be amab, but you can read this part one as gn!reader

"So, who are you working with?" Hawk asks, cheeks still pink from where you'd ripped the duct tape off. "The Liberation Front? Some evil-League-offshoot? Or are you rogue?"

God, he's talkative. His wings are depleted to ragged, feathery stumps and ropes are criss-crossed over his arms and torso. He's on his knees right now, legs spread with shins bound to his thighs, and a bruise forming nicely on his cheek. Despite that, he still has the gall to mouth off.

You respond with another sharp backhand, this time across the other cheek, sending him careening to the side. "That's none of your concern," You drawl. "You're simply here to tell me what you know, and I'm here to learn it. However long that takes is up to you."

He slowly draws himself back up, shaking his head. He spits some blood onto the floor - "Damn, bit my cheek," he mutters - and looks up at you again. Still no fear in those golden eyes. A lazy grin on his abused face. "You get right to the point, huh? Damn, I like you a lot better than the other villains already."

"Then I take it that you'll be cooperative?"

"Ha, fuck no."

You kick him this time. Not hard enough to break his neck, but you catch him upside the chin, and hear the sharp clack of his teeth snapping together. His head almost droops to the floor in pain before he catches himself. "Almost felt that one."

"You're insufferable." You debate kicking him again, but you need his jaw intact so he can actually give you the info you need.

"That's what they all tell me," He laughs around the blood in his mouth. "Don't flatter yourself by thinking you're the first one to catch me. Plenty of other villains have tried the same thing, and none of them have actually made me sing. You're not gonna be very different."

"I wouldn't be so sure."

You crouch down with a knife in hand, and start the process of cutting away his clothes. He shivers as you make quick work of his shirt, and you can feel his heartbeat peak against his skin, though that doesn't actually stop the cocky lilt of his voice.

"Ah, classic, classic. The ol 'strip-and-whip' method. Most people buy me dinner first, but you're hot so I can make the exception-" He stutters a bit as you grab the waistband of his pants, jerking it upwards so you can drag the blade down the seams. "Phew, you're thorough, huh? Though I can't blame you, my ass is to die for-"

"You're rambling," You chide him. He's now entirely naked, save for his underwear and the shreds of his clothes that are still pinned do this body by the ropes. "Are you nervous, Keigo?"

"Hey now," He protests. "We're not on a first name basis. And this isn't my first rodeo, so..." He trails off as you pull at the elastic of his underwear so harshly it rips. "Whoa, okay, buy me dinner first." He laughs, but it's pitched a little higher.

"I know the kind of villains you've dealt with, Keigo." You touch the knife under his chin and tilt him up to meet his eyes. Finally, some reaction - his pupils have gone small with poorly-concealed fear. "The ones that use electricity and knives to try and make you talk. But you're a spy, aren't you? You're trained to deal with pain. I could cut you up bloody and you still wouldn't sing."

Your other hand squeezes his thigh, traveling up to his hip, tracing along the curve of his hipbone. "But I'm not like those other villains," You say, voice low and murmured right into his ear, as you press your palm against his cock, feeling it twitch as he yelps. "You're going to wish I was."

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

You have him blindfolded now, and still kneeling in the middle of the cold, concrete room. His cock is stiff and drooling against his abdomen, leashed by a ring at the base. Vibrators hum from where they're clipped to his nipples, and stuffed deep into his ass.

His spine jerks as you play idly with the remote, a whine breaking out behind his clenched teeth. You've been at this for a while now, and he'd been mouthy at first, telling you how this was 'a normal Saturday night for him', and 'I don't need a safeword, don't worry' and 'can I call you daddy or is that off the table.' He'd shut up at the half-hour mark when he realized he was wasting his breath, and that you weren't kidding when you said you had no time limit.

Even so, he was handling things impressively. His bottom lip was bitten raw from where he'd tried to keep quiet, and not once has he begged or pleaded. You were going to need to step things up.

You turn the vibrations down, and he relaxes for an instant, before tensing up the moment he hears your footsteps approach. "What, bored already?" He rasps, making a grin that was more like a snarl. "And here I thought I was putting on a good show."

"I'm about to make it a better one, no worries." You pull the ring off his cock in one quick motion, and it bobbles obscenely. When you lift up a corner of the blindfold, a golden, watery eye blinks back. In your other hand, you hold a syringe, courtesy of Dr. Garaki himself (or pilfered from his laboratory, more like), and he darts between looking at you and it, eying the little needle nervously. "Don't worry, little bird. This isn't a Quirk-eraser or anything like that. It's just going to make you feel things." You pause. "Feel everything, in fact."

"Get away from me," He hisses, facade cracking as you bring the needle down near his neck. You fist your hand in his hair and force his head back, exposing the smooth contour of his throat. "Don't you fucking dare-"

"Whoops," You hum, as you inject him. "Too late."

His entire body shudders, and his eyes goes wide, pupil shrinking to a thin slit, and his mouth drops open in a shaky gasp. Garaki really outdid himself with this one, because the moment you release the hero he's curling in on himself, skin already flushing brightly in the cool air.

"What did-" He groans, throat working in a dry swallow. "What did you fucking do?!"

"It's terrible, isn't it?" You watch as he writhes, trying to position himself in a way that won't make him feel the ropes that are cutting into his skin, or the grit on the floor beneath his knees. "Everything that touches you is now amplified. Like so-" And you demonstrate and dragging one finger along the base of his wing, and he shakes like a leaf, a helpless whimper falling out of his throat. "Isn't that overwhelming?"

He growls, and flaps pathetically. "Don't you fucking touch them."

Ah, that's right. You remember he'd mentioned something about that. In some talk show or another; how he could feel things through his feathers, but only the ones at the base, and how he'd sometimes spend his free time combing through them.

You reach out now and grab one of his wings, squeezing and twisting, feeling all those little feathers tickle at your palm. Keigo, on the other hand, screams as if you shot him, and-

He cums just like that. Splatters white across the gray cement and onto his own stomach. His thighs shaking with the force of it, getting rubbed pink and stinging against the floor, and the blindfold darkens around his eyes with tears. He's gasping for breath like he just finished a race.

You can't help but laugh - one rough touch, and he was undone. You reach down and squeeze his softening cock, and he spasms, shaking his head. "Wai wait wait no, too much it hurts I can't-"

"Sure you can," You twist your hand, and he chokes on air. "Or do you want to be a good boy and finally tell me what I want to know?"

His jaw clamps shut at that, and you sigh. "Guess not." You shrug, and you squeeze a little tighter to watch him cry out.

[softgrungeprophet]

RANT TIME

as a comics fan and a (prior) library page the idea they're trying to peddle that the MCU is 616, instead of its own numerical designation... is truly irritating.

It irritates me as a fan of the comics, because it's not the same timeline at all (ntm a different medium) so it shouldn't be the same number—and it irritates me as someone whose job it was to work within numerical organizational systems (dewey decimal + the non-numerical genre system we used for picture books), because that's not how those systems work. you don't get to just pick a number or a random genre/sticker because you want it.

Yes, the numbers are arbitrary to a large extent; they always will be. almost everything in the world is a social-cultural construct, especially systems of classification and organization and anything to do with language. but say, if you were using dewey decimal in a library and deciding what number to label a book within that system, you don't get to just decide books about dinosaurs and cookbooks are both 641.5, you know?? you say, oh this is dinosaurs, so it's in the 560s, oh this is cooking, so it's in the 640s, this is poetry, so it's 811, etc.

You don't look at a book labeled 118 ALE and a book labeled 118 JON and decide that JON goes before ALE on the shelf because you like the way it looks. You know?

even if you change the arbitrary numbering system, you still need to change them consistently and allow designations to actually serve a purpose. You have to have a system that's usable; assigning the same number to two disparate timelines doesn't serve a useful purpose within the numerical system of the various marvel universes—it's just confusing.

confounding things by insisting that "B and Q are the same, actually," isn't helpful and strikes me as a way to purposefully make it more difficult to discuss and differentiate between source material vs. adaptation and to justify the company's push for the source material itself to conform to the MCU's sense of aesthetics, tone, writing style, and characterization, despite the latter being ostensibly based upon the former, and which I know for a fact (as a comics fan who actually knows how to read) is something that has only increased in the past 10 years (particularly since OMD) and been exacerbated by the MCU's influence and corporate's further mascot-ification of characters like peter parker/spidey. (though i don't know the extent to which this stuff applies to, ie, the avengers or other characters; my expertise is of course spidey (and flash thompson))

but, by definition, the MCU and 616 comics cannot be numerically the same, because they are not just a different medium from each other but also a different timeline entirely. so like... sorry, but i'm not shelving your DVD in the 741s?? lol?

obviously i think it's fair to point out that, generally speaking, the wikis are sticking to the original and correct numbering scheme rather than changing all the 199999whatevers to 616, because to do so would I think be... catastrophic to the main marvel wiki's organizational system, which is VERY thorough

but it doesn't change the fact that this external push is still making things confusing and unclear to readers and fans and potential future fans—tweets saying "This cartoon isn't going to conform to 616 canon" lilke. yeah. of course it's not. but that's not what they actually mean, what they actually mean is "this cartoon isn't conforming to the tom holland mcu timeline" but rather than use the widely accepted number for it in a way that is clear and efficiently communicative, in an instance where "MCU" isn't practical as a designation, it's just... one more confusing detail in a genre that even with an in-depth organizational system a lot of people find already confusing and overwhelming.

it just feels like an unnecessary insistence that serves no purpose other than, potentially, corporate interests or purposeful confusion...

it's frustrating.

two addendums: notions of "to US it's 199999 but to THEM it's 616" are bullshit. this system of organization was invented for us to be able to facilitate efficient discussion, this in-universe argument is trite and pointless

second: you might say, but ITSV did that, why aren't you complaining, and the difference there of course is that in ITSV it's more like an easter egg, and the people who created it aren't running around saying THEIR movie is the REAL 1610 or whatever. cause that would be dumb lol

[morbid-n-macabre]

Fayetteville, Georgia-

40 year old Chris Benoit was a famous WWE wrestler and family annihilator. The "Canadian Crippler", as he was known in the wrestling world, murdered his wife, Nancy, their 7 year old son, Daniel, then committed suicide during the 3 day weekend of June 22nd through the 25th of 2007.

On Friday Nancy lost her life. She was killed in a second story room; her limbs had been bound, a cord wrapped around her throat, and she was strangled. There were bruises on her stomach and back where Chris had presumably pressed his knee into her, and at some point she suffered a blow to the head. When she was deceased, Nancy was covered with a towel and a Bible was place near her body. Toxicology later proved that Vicodin and Xanax were in her system, but sources claim that these were her everyday medications.

It's believed that someone during Saturday night little Daniel was murdered in his bed. It's thought that Chris drugged his son with Xanax ahead of time, then suffocated him; many believe that Chris used his famous signature wrestling move, the Crippler Crossface, to end his child's life. As with his mother, a Bible was discovered in very close proximity to Daniel's corpse.

Throughout this weekend Chris had been in contact with his close friend and fellow wrestler, Chavo Guerrero. Chris had missed a show, which was very much out of character for him; Chris explained that both Nancy and Daniel both had a nasty case of food poisoning and he may need to take them to the hospital.

On Sunday, Chavo and a a few other wrestlers received text messages from Chris's phone. These messages named the Benoit family's full street address, stated that the garage door was open, and the dogs were chained up in the back yard.

Since I try to be as factually correct as humanly possible, I'm not real sure as to who initially discovered the bodies. Most sources state that the police were called to conduct a wellness check, but others say that the Benoit's neighbor, Holly Schrepfer, was sent to the home to check on the dogs thereby stumbling upon the crime scene. Chris had passed away from apparent suicide just after he sent those texts to his buddies. He'd gone into his workout room, stacked on 240 pounds, and rigged the weight machine to hang himself; the wrestler's neck had been broken. The home computer's search history showed that someone had recently researched "the quickest and easiest way to break a neck".

As for Chris's motive, some think that Chris murdered Daniel because he suffered from "Fragile X Syndrome", but doctors say that the boy did not have this condition. It's said that Daniel had needle track marks on his arms at the time of his death, that Chris had deemed Daniel small for his age so he was treating the 7 year old with growth hormone injections. It's also said that Daniel had been having a hard time in school, and was being held back a grade; it must be mentioned that the boy's teachers say this is absolutely not true. As for Nancy, it's rumored that there had been some recent problems in the Benoit marriage. The relationship had been a passionate one; at one time the couple had separated and Nancy had filed for divorce, but according to friends those troubled times had seemed to be behind them. Furthermore, the shape of Chris's brain definitely needs mentioning. The man had been a superb wrestler, willing to perform stunts in which few others would dare attempt. Due to this, Chris's brain had been severely damaged; he'd suffered multiple untreated concussions, a broken neck in '01, and the steroid abuse certainly hadn't helped his condition. During autopsy the athlete had ten times the level of testosterone in his system, and his brain was comparable to that of an 85 year old Alzheimer's patient. Matter of fact, had this tragedy not occurred, doctors say that Chris would've had maybe 10 months left to live.

Those close to the wrestler say that Chris had been acting increasingly strange before that tragic weekend. He'd been quoting scripture and seen with a rosary around his neck. The wrestler had not been a religious man, yet Bibles were found next to all 3 corpse; a note which read, "I'm preparing to leave this Earth" was discovered inside one Bible. He'd been having strange nightmares, and kept a diary in which he wrote to his recently deceased best friend, Eddie Guerrero. Chris had become paranoid, thought people were following him, he wouldn't even take his trash out to the curb for fear that someone would rifle through it. Chris wouldn't allow his son to play in the yard, he had began taking detours on his way home, and was adamant that Nancy not stay out late after dark. The man had been terrified that someone was watching him, planning something sinister against him.

For many, these are little signs that all was not well in Chris's mind; for others, it's proof that he truly had been in trouble. Maybe someone really had been following him, meant to do him harm. Some believe that Chris and his family were murdered, and yes it does sound preposterous, but there is some evidence which points towards it.

The most popular theory is that fellow wrestler Kevin Sullivan murdered the family, and he did have some pretty serious motive! Back in the day Kevin and Chris were very close friends who played adversaries in the ring; during this time, Kevin and Nancy had been married. You know how the wrestlers have their storylines? Well, the Chris/Kevin story eventually lead to Nancy, who played a character known simply as "Woman" in the wrestling industry, had been having an affair with Chris. Kevin, Nancy's then husband, was not only cool with this fantasy, but he helped to write the story! In order to make it more realistic, Nancy and Chris were seen hanging out alone, they were often purposely discovered out in public on romantic dates, etc. Well, eventually this pretend affair turned into the real deal; the pair fell in love. Nancy divorced Kevin and married Chris, understandably creating a rift between the three. Kevin always blamed his former friend for the disillusion of his marriage. So, knowing this, there are some things which do not sit right.

First, and this is chalked up to coincidence, but at 12:01 am on Sunday morning, before anyone was aware of the murders, Nancy's death was announced on a wiki page. This has been explained away as a silly fan prank, but it's still odd. More worrisome are the statements from Chavo, which have made many people question the whole thing. We've already discussed that he had been in contact with Chris throughout the weekend. He's stated that during an early weekend call with Chris, someone came to the door; Chavo listened to what he would later describe as a scuffle, then the call disconnected. A few hours later Chris contacted his good buddy to say that all was well, and he ended the conversation with "I love you Chavo". This unnerved Chavo; he said that Chris sounded tired, and he was concerned for his friend. Again, Chavo and Chris had been very close, they hung out all the time. One of Chris's final texts to Chavo read, "My physical address is 130 Green Meadow Lane, Fayetteville Georgia. 30215". Why would Chris send his best buddy his address when Chavo knew exactly where he lived? Though I can not confirm this, it is reported that some of these texts were sent after Chris was already dead. Another bothersome fact, there were empty beer cans found near Chris's corpse, but autopsy concluded that the wrestler had not been drinking. So, who drank all of that beer? And do you remember the neighbor lady, Holly Schrepfer? She claims to have seen another wrestler near the Benoit home during this weekend, a wrestler who had absolutely no reason to be there. If all of this weren't enough, these murders took place on the 10th anniversary of Kevin and Nancy's divorce!

Now I'm not giving my opinion on this case, just telling you what I found during my research. That said, one thing is for sure: it doesn't appear that police conducted a thorough investigation of the case. It was automatically deemed a family annihilator situation, and that was that; Nancy's family claims that the police had left behind suitcases of steroids; these definitely should've been seized during the a search of the home. If they missed illegal substances, what else didn't they pick up on?

http://www.ign.com/boards/threads/24-reasons-that-will-prove-that-chris-benoit-is-innocent.453787849/

Out of this entire case, one fact chilled me to the bone when researching this case. You'll find very little mention of it, but young Daniel had a large kitchen knife tucked under his pillow at the time of his death. Why would a 7 year old boy be sleeping with a knife? Was he afraid, and if he was, of who? What did that child know, what had he witnessed during this weekend of hell? Had he been aware of his mama's murder, was he aware that he was next?

*There's much, much more to this, I could be here writing for a few more days but I wanna go ahead and post this. If you'd like to jump down this vast rabbit hole with me, here's a link to get you started. You gotta check the facts with links like these, but this one will get you started. Let me know what you think!

[thrushed]

uhh hi i have Questions regarding those hcs: 1) [nsfw] i didn't know getting fucked on all fours was roro's LEAST fav position because that's what love did FIRST?? he's sorry. unless robin liked it. smiles. 2) survivor's guilt pls expand, what happened? why doesn't he use his real last name? 3) do you have any team hcs! 4) lag in formal education? 5) i love u

we wanted to reveal backstory stuff ic only because robins v private with an intense early life but whatever lets do this shitstorm.

1. gross. answered the nsfw privately to you.

2. survivor's guilt pls expand, what happened? why doesn't he use his real last name?

survivor’s guilt is how his ptsd manifests itself the most. sleep disturbance and nightmares, social withdrawal, mood swings and irritability are big with him. when the trauma felt too close he used to self-medicate by drinking. alcohol was the easiest thing for him to access even when he was underage. but robin has never had a high alcohol tolerance or a healthy sense of pacing (he would binge drink once or twice a week). it always made him sick, feel worse while recovering, impaired his daily life enough that it dashed some education and career prospects. this relates to the lag in formal education. for a while he was in a shit place at an age when a lot of kids went to combat school. going to school was the furthest thing from his mind when he just wanted to get by each day, make lien, try to be happy. the mentor who taught robin archery in the first place was a hometown hero success story, a huntress, and part of the guild that robin was a member of for most of his youth- more of a ‘young mens association’ or a futuwwa that wasn’t restricted to men. 

Futuwwa (Arabic: فتوة, "young-manliness" or "chivalry") was a conception of moral behavior around which myriad institutions of Medieval confraternity developed. With characteristics similar to chivalry and virtue, these communal associations of Arab men gained significant influence as stable social units that exerted religious, military, and political influence in much of the Islamic world.https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Futuwwa

robin and this huntress became really close. talking about their full relationship i won’t do here because it’s long and important. robins combat style and all of its unconventional-ness mirrors hers. she was without a doubt one of the most important people in his life. she started robin on a path that could have become a local success story too; something similar to pyrrha’s fame via tournament competitive success, which robin came to love participating in starting with archery tournaments moving into combat tournaments. but robin fell off the wagon fucking hard and any brilliant word like prodigy that used to be attached to him is long dead and gone. robin is fine with this.

he has largely kicked binge drinking. he drinks socially but only in good company. no straight hard liquor. fine with wine, beer, nursing one glass or bottle for a very long time, maybe a mixed drink but hes careful of those since they can be deceptively easy to drink while getting you fucked up.

what happened? i won’t say exactly what happened but robin didn’t have to personally dirty his hands to know that it was his own blindness and selfish selflessness (i.e. robin hooding, stealing from the rich to give to the poor, adventuring, other philanthropic-questionable ventures that his association did) that put his family at risk in the first place. he was orphaned and feels guilt over being left alive. his parents died unfairly and violently by people who robin knew and associated with. the guild gave itself a protector type role over the community. their town was poorer, vulnerable, far from the capital that can’t keeping up everything happening in periphery regions. these associations helped maintain peace. or they made youths into rapscallions. depends who you asked. 

robin feels like he could have prevented his parents deaths if only he made different decisions. maybe if he didn’t steal. maybe if stayed home more and helped around the house by getting a normal job in town. maybe even if he wasnt a part of the guild at all even though it was his life. he failed his do-goodery in the worst possible way. he has days where he feels wrong for being the one to survive. wrong being alive period. he has never sought vengeance against whoever actually did the deeds. he has complicated feelings towards the word victim, if he even is one, etc.

now robin is extremely estranged from his hometown, his community, and the only remaining immediate family member he has, his younger sister wren (winny), to the point that he is not sure if she is still alive or not. they’ve completely lost track of each other for three years now and barely communicated before that, maybe once or twice a year not always directly (eg. robin being informed of wren’s whereabouts via someone else. robin sending her lien). but robin is sure she would want nothing to do with him anyway because she believes robin is to blame for the death of their parents. wren has never been responsive. never once accepted a transfer of money from him. supposedly called it blood money. maybe she thought robin still lived a certain lifestyle. maybe she knows he still has a bounty on him. there’s not much he can do or feels he has the right to do about salvaging their relationship when she doesn’t want him and is probably better off without him.

he doesn’t use his real last name mostly for this. his sister wants nothing to do with him. their shared surname gained some notoriety due to the ordeal that got their parents killed and robin’s involvement in the association (like disney’s robin hood he had become a key part of a merry band and was a bit of a poster child). robin hopes wren can live with and recover from everything faster by completely disassociating his place within the branches of their family tree. it was something he thought about a lot especially as they grew more estranged. at the same time it was part of the withdrawal and distancing that survivor’s guilt gave him. it’s not perfect logic. the decision might be saving himself more than his sister, who’s now bearing the family name without a chance for a reinvention as thorough as robin’s, who has moved away, lived alone for a few years, gone to school better late than never, and become a huntsman-in-training able to re-join and contribute to society in good ways unless someone discovers and cares about that bounty enough to try and claim it. robin isn’t very concerned about that.

after a long process he legally changed his last name to dogwood on his 18th birthday. dogwood is a flowering tree that symbolizes renewal and beginnings.

someone using his real last name feels like deadnaming. it hasn’t happened in years. he enrolled into haven as robin dogwood. no one knows it’s not his ‘real’ surname, not his teammates, not anyone new he meets. not many know his past enough to dig it up.

3) do you have any team hcs!

evie (evelyn) is the G in RGNT and a partner that robin relies on. she’s basically co-leader. robin will defer to anyone on his team if they’ll do the thing better than he can. his guild experience and long apprenticeship under a huntress helps his leadership. he’s fine with taking orders and knows how to assign roles and when roles don’t mean shit as long as they can get through a mission. his personality isn’t as free and lively as it was in the past although he has flickers of slyness and wildness that still come out. his teammates don’t hate him probably.

4) lag in formal education?

answered in 2. robin did not go to a combat school. he enrolled as a first year student of haven academy a couple years older than the age of most first year students who enroll at 17. he’s a first year student who’s 20 or 21 verse dependent. imo this kind of thing doesnt feel like it would be exceptional considering how dangerous remnant is and how peoples lives can get fucked and disrupted by everything from grimm to local crime and violence. imo invitations like rubys or exceptions like blake or tricks like jaune’s probably happen a lot as long as they talk to the headmaster about it first or find a loophole. we’ve seen with blake how the student doesn’t even have to divulge every single detail or rationalization on why they want to enroll as long as they test well and are skilled. robin tested very well in combat. he took placement tests for whatever subjects was needed since he had no transcript. and he became acquainted with lionheart’s office once or twice before being accepted to haven.

5) i love u 

ilu