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[satanicsanity]

Can you do a voice impression on what you’re sona would sound like? PLEASE ??? :]

Haha! Okie doke!! I'm so glad you guys like them <3 here is what I imagined their voice being like!

Tw: Clown! <3

Subtitles: Well good-evening Neighbor! Isn't it funny seeing you down here!

[lavena]

Okie doke, here we go. Slight TW for mentions of grotesque imagery and pain, really not that bad just pulling out a tooth too early, and peeling scutes

So I have a head cannon for 2k3 Mikey, I forget what episode, but it was one of the like first 5 I think, where the boys were going scavenging and Raph asks why Mike isn't helping and Don says something along the lines of "would you rather him be bored or be goofing off" and pretty much immediately Raph is like "nope, yeah, goof off over there bub" and they don't revisit that I don't think.

ANYWAYS as a kid with ADHD even with so many things to occupy me, watching Bones or House, coloring, playing with my dogs all at the same time being bored can be utterly brutal. And I didn't have a phone, or cable or internet (still dont) so I had no way to get that quick serotonin or switch to re-engage myself, and I was like 6 or so, and it was like 6 at night during fall so sun, no outside fun time for me. So I occupied myself in a less than ideal way.

In this case, here is where the like slight grotesque bit comes in, one of my teeth was funky due to an accident at a bouncy house a year or so before, and so I decided I was going to take a pair of pliers and spend the next three hours in the bathroom pulling out one of my front teeth, and it worked, I did it, was probably not the best idea cause that tooth took almost another year to grow in, but none the less I occupied the time, and it got my mind off being so aimlessly bored.

Now imagine mikey doing this as a kid, before he had cable or video games, or a way to get a quick release. Imagine his brothers being tired for the day, dont want to play with him, and he is just beyond bored and needs something to occupy his hands, his last sheets of paper were already full and he wasn't allowed to paint on the walls cause last time Raph ran into one and was left with a pink nose for a week. Its about time for their scutes to peel anyways so why not just start early. He wanders off into a corner somewhere and finds any tool he can put his hands on, a kitchen knife, and screw driver, maybe even just his own nails. And just begins peeling at the edges of his shell. Sure it hurts and feels weird, plus his back is at a weird angle from trying to get it off, but none the less he weasels his way between the new scute and the old, and peels it off. The thing is, the scute under is sensitive and wasn't quite ready to be exposed despite the edges lifting on the old scutes. Eventually one of his brothers or even splinter will wander in on him prying off bits of shell, and be rather horrified at this discover as you can imagine.

Anywayss. I mostly see people highlighting the silly funny, ooh shiny bits of ADHD and not the bizarrely self destructive kids with it can get into with boredom, even if they are "occupied" by games, and animals, and siblings, and shows, our brains can just go " yeah this isn't as entertaining as it was five minutes ago, and the twelve other things I could be doing atm don't sound interesting enough, so let's do something that distracts my hands and my nervous system by causing controlled pain with an end goal in mind. 🙃👍

[raaorqtpbpdy]

Okie doke, here’s chapter five, and we’re nearing the end. One more chapter to go!

(Chap one) (chappie 2) (ch. 3) (CH four) (6)

BREAKING: NASA Lands Earths First Manned Spacecraft on Mars!

A tragedy following the wake of Danny's disappearance and the strange set of circumstances revealed between five points of view. But how did he get caught in the first place? And where did he go?

Chapter five: Rats in a Lab (Read it on AO3)

[TW: kidnapping, implied torture, despair]

Sam and Tucker finally have it all mapped out.

"Ready, Tucker?" Sam asks once they've both packed everything they expect to need during their rescue operation. He nods, determined.

"Ready."

It's been weeks since Danny was kidnapped, but with Jazz on the inside, helping them out, they've finally found out exactly where he is.

"You've double checked the code? You're sure they won't detect it?" Jazz asks again, nervous.

"I'm sure," Tucker promises. "Even the Pentagon wouldn't notice the discrepancy for days, and the Guys in White security's a cake walk compared to that." He and Sam are hiding in the back seat of her car, buried under various jackets and papers, things that wouldn't be suspicious. Her back seat was always a mess. The security guard stopped checking it after the second day, deciding it wasn't worth the delay. She had planned for that.

They can find Danny and bring him back. They're certain of it.

"Miss Fenton? I thought you went home for the day."

"I forgot my phone in the lab. I have my ID card, though, here." She's sweating as she hands the security guard her access card. She's never been a good liar. She practiced that line a thousand times in the mirror, trying to keep her breathing steady, maintain eye contact, smile casually.

"Looks like it checks out. Move along."

"Phew," Tucker breathes, and Sam shushes him instantly.

They use Jazz's clearance to get in, and Tucker's tech to disguise the fact that she's bringing two visitors.

Jazz presses her key card with the altered strip Tucker had designed to the reader

Beep beep. "Accepted."

"Moment of truth," Jazz whispers. "If the light turns red and it barks an error message about unauthorized visitors, we're screwed. I don't have the clearance for guests."

They enter silently, successfully.

Unfortunately, a pair of guards catches them just around the corner and drags them away. However, the three of them are clever, and determined, and they're not backing out this soon, not with something so important on the line.

"I swear, it's not my fault!" Jazz's tone is too dramatic, so clearly not believing a word out of her own mouth that Sam and Tucker cringe, but the guards are listening to her. "They threatened me. They had weapons!"

While Jazz keeps the guards distracted, with an improvised story about how she had no choice but to let these strange teens—who she definitely didn't know and had never seen before—in and escort them through the facility, the other two manage to give them the slip. The guards like Jazz, it would seem. She told Sam and Tucker before the mission that she made an effort to get to know all of the faculty, appeal to their humanity, and worm her way into their good graces. Concerns about her well-being have them focused entirely on the older teen, so the younger ones have little trouble disengaging from the guards' grasps.

They sneak towards the experimental labs, passing all sorts of strange experiments on the way, looking for Danny, but with Jazz distracting the guards, they no longer have a guide, and this facility is like a maze. They search for over an hour without finding the right room. Their task is made all the more difficult by all the close calls, time and again barely managing to avoid getting caught by security.

"Attention all security personnel," an announcement comes from seemingly nowhere. There are no speakers visible, but still the monotone voice fills the corridor, crackling with static. "Divert all hallway patrol and general security to the cargo bay. Leave only skeleton crews of one or two at vital entry-points and outside high-security laboratories. Maximum security is needed to protect a transportation unit. Further details will be provided upon arrival."

"Minimal security in the rest of the building," Sam whispers. "We'll be able to move more freely for a while. This is our chance to find Danny!" Tucker nods. His face is set in a severe expression, it has been since before they arrived, and it's actually hurting to hold his eyebrows so tense, but he can't relax, not until Danny is safely back with them.

They don't have to wander much longer before they come to a ghost in a containment pod in the middle of the hallway. The ghost appears to have lost some of its features somehow, so they can't tell if it had once been a man, or a woman, if either. They can't tell what it might have looked like in life, whether it once had a lanky build, or a stocky one, whether it was short or tall, how its hair was styled.

All it looks like now is a green shadow, with a blurry white suit which draws into an ectoplasmic tail, instead of legs and shoes. Rather than the glowing green, or red, or blue that Sam and Tucker are used to seeing on ghosts, this one's eyes are rectangular lenses of black and white static, like an old tube TV with no signal. Its mouth has white teeth which flicker between looking round and dull and wickedly sharp, but no lips; its hair is nothing but an ectoplasmic mist drifting around its head. The sight of it sends a jolt up their spines and Sam can feel the hair on her arms stand up.

"What's your name?" she asks.

"I am subject angle bracket seventy-three angle bracket one E E," the ghost responds, and they recognize its voice. It's the same voice they heard earlier, which ordered security to the cargo bay. "You may call me Eekel, if you wish."

"If we let you out, will you take us to lab five delta phi?" she offers. It sounds like a perfectly reasonable trade to her, but Eekel shakes its head.

"I have no desire to be released," it says, "nor can I tell you the location of experimental laboratory apostrophe zero five dash delta phi, as you are unauthorized visitors and thus do not have the appropriate clearance."

"What makes you think we're unauthorized visitors?" Tucker asks. "The system recognized us and let us in."

"I am the system," Eekel tells them. "I let you in. I did this because you accompanied Jasmine Fenton, and she is kind to me. This does not afford you any level of clearance beyond entry."

"Well... Jazz said that we could use her clearance," Tucker improvises. In truth, they planned to have Jazz stay with them the whole time, which meant she would've been able to use her clearance on their behalf. That's close enough.

"Would that... make Jasmine happy?" Eekel asks.

"Uhh... sure?" Sam doesn't understand why this ghost is invested in Jazz's happiness, but it's working in their favor, so she doesn't plan to question it. "Yes. Yes it would, definitely."

"Very well." Eekel's form warps for a split second, as if losing signal, before it returns to the same blurry state as before. "Clearance approved. I can now tell you the location of experimental laboratory apostrophe zero five dash delta phi." It lifts an appendage which is definitely its arm, but only looks like an arm in the most abstract sense of the word, and points back the way they came. "It is down that hallway to the west: follow it, take the second right, and the first left after that. Experimental laboratory apostrophe zero five dash delta phi will be the second door on the left, and is clearly labeled."

"Thank you," Sam says, and just before they both turn to leave adds, "and thanks from Jazz, too, she'll be happy to have her brother back."

The ghost nods and tilts its head, and before she can think about that gesture, she and Tucker both run down the hallway, following its directions until they find the laboratory. It's clearly labeled, just as Eekel said it would be, but to their horror and dismay, it's completely empty. In half the lab, the instruments and samples have even been cleared away, as though they stopped using the room days ago and haven't quite finished clearing everything out yet.

"No way," Sam mutters,  distraught. "Jazz was sure he was in here, she said she saw him in here herself not too long ago, and she even took an imprint of the placard on the door so she  wouldn't forget, we saw it.

"Maybe they moved him to one of the nearby labs for a different experiment?" Tucker suggests, his hand  already on the door handle. They search the nearby labs as well, and find bubbling test tubes and beakers of green liquid, lab rats with glowing eyes, captive blob ghosts they don't have time to free from their complex cages. "That ghost in the hall said it is the system," Tucker recalls, a last ditch hope to find their captured friend. "Maybe Eekel will tell us where Danny is."

Despairing, they run back to Eekel's containment pod to  ask about their friend, though realistically, they do not expect an  answer. They're pretty sure this information is well above Jazz's pay-grade. Soon, they see the glowing containment unit in the hall, and approach it.

"Hey, Eekel," Tucker asks, since it was his idea in the first place.  "I don't suppose you could tell us which of these labs they're keeping  Danny Phantom in? Might be in your records as Daniel Fenton?"

Much to their surprise, Eekel nods with a sharp toothed smile and answers their question.

"Subject  angle bracket zero five angle bracket delta phi E E slash B E is no longer in this facility," it says, "and is therefore not being kept in any of this facility's laboratories."

"So where is he?" Sam asks desperately.

"That information is classified, and I cannot provide it to you at this time."

"Please, Eekel," Sam says, and its body warps again, turning wavy and grainy for a fraction of a second before returning. "Please, if you could tell us, Jazz would be over the moon with happiness."

"I can—cannot," it says, repeating itself with a jump in its speech, like a glitch, the static in its voice growing more pronounced until they could hear the electric hiss even when it wasn't speaking.

"Can you tell us anything at all about Danny?" Tucker asks.

"Subject  angle bracket zero five angle bracket delta phi E E slash B E is no longer in this facility," Eekel repeats. "Vacuum chamber experiments... status: success. File was last updated nineteen minutes ago. No further information is available to you at this time."

Vacuum chamber experiments? the teens wonder in silence. What kinds of experiments are those exactly? What outcome does the G.I.W. consider success. His friends know Danny can survive in a vacuum, but the G.I.W. isn't interested in a ghost's ability to survive.

"No..." Sam feels a lump form in her throat and tears sting her eyes, threatening to spill over and ruin her eyeliner. "We're too late." Her voice breaks with emotion and she turns and buries her head in Tucker's sweater, heedless of the damp stain she will no doubt leave there. She lets him wrap his arms around her, and ignores drips she feels falling onto her hair.

Tucker clears his throat, but his voice still sounds strangled. "We have to go, Sam. We won't ever find him if we get caught here." Sniffing, and pulling away from him she nods, wiping her tears away on her sleeve and smearing black across her cheeks. "Eekel, could you give us directions to the exit closest to where Jazz is parked?"

"Certainly," Eekel says, and provides clear directions right away. "Would it make Jasmine happy if I were to divert the security personnel as you arrive."

"Yes, definitely," Tucker says. "You're awesome."

"Co—compliment received." Its voice glitches again, and Tucker can only guess that it's not used to compliments.

Sam and Tucker leave, demoralized. When they reach the exit, it's unguarded, and they can hear a single alarm beeping around the corner, which the guards must have gone to investigate. Hurrying, they get to Jazz's car, where she's crouched low in the driver's seat to avoid being seen, and climb into the back seat again.

"Where's Danny?" she asks them, but they can barely manage to shake their heads as she takes in their puffy red eyes and trembling lips. "You couldn't find him?"

"The ghost in the hall said he's not in the facility anymore," Tucker told her. "He's gone. We missed him, and we have no more leads and—" He pushes up his glasses to wipe away his tears.

"He's gone," Sam repeats brokenly. The way she says it, it's like she's telling Jazz that her brother is dead, and for all they know, he could be.

Not knowing what else to do, what else she even can do, Jazz starts her car and pulls out of the lot. The drive back to town is completely silent as the trio ruminate in  their thoughts. Wondering and spiraling, lingering on their greatest fears and contemplating the worst possible scenarios.

The next day, the news drops a  bullshit story about their friend's body being found near Lake Eerie.  None of them are allowed to see the corpse. The funeral is closed  casket. It takes place on a Saturday, the day before Halloween. Orange  and yellow leaves fall into the dark, rectangular hole in the ground,  settling gently around the presumably empty box they're burying. They  can't help but wonder if maybe it isn't empty after all.

When, a month later,  NASA announces their plans to send a manned mission to Mars within the  next five years, they reveal that the craft will be called the Phantom I. 

Sam and Tucker never stop searching for Danny, but they never find him, either.

[ohlookitsthearkhamknight]

TW FOR SEXUAL ASSAULT and pedophiles and other stuff that i discuss.

Okie dokie due to some people on here i just wanna explain some things okie doke

And real quick im gonna say this. As much as preist charactersation of slade gets on my nerves he was EXTREMELY correct on the whole terra thing. At least he understood that much.

Yes in the judas contract it was "implied" (i mean implied as there was not a legit confirmnatiom that they actually slept together other than a "scene" that doesnt delict much so unless wolfman comes out and says its true i dont believe it) that slade and terra slept together. Now before you go oh wtf are you talking about hes a fucking pedo listen

A pedophile is someone who enjoys going after kids. Who LIKES them.

Now lets look at slade and terra.

Terra was underaged but also had a thing for slade and was taken advatage of at a young age which is not her fault but she enjoyed slade and liked it.

Slade could not stand terra but to keep her around would RARELY do anything to her like that. Yeah he manipulated and groomed her and it was fucked up. But he didnt do it because he LIKED HER he did it so he could get back to the titans for "killing" his son ehich is the paint point there.

Yes slade did manipulate a minor. Yes terra at her age did not know any better and its extremely fucked up but as she gets older she doesnt rly change but thats a whole nother thing other than what were talking about.

Now before we continue lets remember one thing real quick ALL THAT SHIT HAS BEEN RETCONED MMMM K

now that ive said that lets look at whats still canon.

So if youve read rebirth there is a scene that shows terra breaking down and wanting to leave so slade begrudgingly kisses her to calm down and stay with the plan. Yeah its fucked up and sickening but thing is he didnt enjoy it he only did it to keep her there and it was extremely fucked up. And yeah that makes him a bad person but not a pedophile. If he enjoyed it then yeah he would be a fucking pedo and i wouldnt be talking about this.

I just get pissed when people swing aroumd the word pedophile and slap it on anybody because then it slowly loses its actual meaning.

A pedophole is someone that activily likes kids which slade doesnt. Also if he were one then he wouldnt have acknowledged what he and terra "had" was wrong. And he wouldnt still be getting comics, have the fans he has and all that shit.

Slades a bad person yes. But a pedophile no not in my eyes. Believe me i know what a pedophile is. I go to therapy because of one. Alot of this has been said by others to be bad writing which it is but its canon so oh well. This along with other things shaped slade into thie horrible being he is today and im not gonna lie its kinda frustrating because idk in my eyes this wasnt who he is suppose to be but this is what dc does.

Listen i dont care if at the end of the day you dont like deathstroke but i am begging you to understand everything that has happened, what was retconed, and what a pedophile actually is.

Yeah i know slade did horrible things but you need to understand some people ignore it or take it out completly (and also actually understand what happened and didnt happen). And as writers come and go that always changes. Like Christ all the og judas stuff was retconed. Like the entire thing. All of it was left up to the readers in the end. And i made my choice becsuse this is the thing.

reading judas comtract and then reading the first deathstroke series is such a huge change of charactersation thats it confusing. Like i dont even know what all happened because it was all "implied". But in the end if something did happen it was retconed anyway.

At the end of this all im saying is. You can still like a character and understand its flaws. You dont have a right to go up to someone and call them a horrible person for likeing a character you think is a "pedophile".

There is a lot more here than just that but thats all im going to say. Yeah deathstroke has bad problems but those problems change like leafs in the wind and its not for you to tell others what to do. Like ok i get it you hate him whatever but its not for you to go up to someone and make them feel bad and tell them what they are when its not true.

If you hate slade that much blacklist the damn tag. Im tired of argueing with people. And im tired of seeing people go after others over something as stupid as a damn fictional character.

- a person who knows what a pedophile actually is because its the fucking reason shes in therapy so for the love of god quite throwing it around everywhere.

[dailydreamdoodles]

can you tag your latest post as drugs tw please

okie doke!

[zwritestuff]

Just models is fine, whatever’s easiest.

okie dokes nony, i’m gonna tag the photos as tw models so you can go ahead and blacklist that tag :)

[quiviktories]

               ( demigirl ) haven’t seen QUINN-VIKTORIA “QUIVI” NIKOLAYEVNA around in a while. the ADELINE RUDOLPH lookalike has been known to be (+) DILIGENT & (+) GENTLE, but SHE can also be (-) INTIMIDATING & (-) STONE-FACED. The 23 year old is a JUNIOR majoring in AMERICAN SIGN LANGUAGE. I believe they’re living in FIDELIS but I popped by earlier and no one answered the door. 

                         okie dokes y’all I’m rly sad my muse for Link n Eden just lightning mcdied but as an apology ( to myself ) I’m bringing perhaps my OLDEST OC to Lockwood !! ( I’ve had Cyrus for three years , Quivi’s existed for five. ) But she’s actually a more fantasy-oriented OC so it was fun modernizing her up for Lockwood !! So more abt my battle princess under the cut. // like to plot after reading the intro

              TWs: Violence, death, emotional abuse, mentions of mental illness ( ocd ), ptsd

BASICS / HISTORY

Most important facts abt Quivi are she’s 6′3, has a six-pack, and can drive. Also bi bc I can’t write straight OCs with my bisexual ass.

OKAY OKAY ALSO RLY IMPORTANT FACT : She’s selectively mute , so Quivi will either be communicating through written words or sign 90% of the time. There’s two reasons for this :

Quivi’s first language is not English ; if you can’t tell already , she’s Russian , and she’s still learning English. She’s more of a visual than auditory person so writing English is easier for her than speaking , and she’s honestly very insecure about it , so she chooses not to speak partially because of that. She learned sign very easily and is more comfortable with it than speaking.

The other reason . . . is bc of her past but I’ll b getting to that. 

So she was adopted. Quivi doesn’t know where her biological parents are from , but as a baby , she was taken in by a Russian businessman named Nikolay Andreyevich and . . . she had the same birthday as his biological child , Lukas. Exactly. Birthday was April 8th 1996 ( tech as of rn Quivi’s 22 but I just put 23 bc it’s easy ) , so even though Quivi and her brother weren’t blood , they were always referred to as twins.

Now their father was a bit of an asshole , to say the least. You know how sometimes parents often pit children against each other ?? Well , you might expect me to say he did that to the kids to try and see who could run the company.

He didn’t !!

No instead he decided which one was going to lead ahead of time and treated the other one like dirt 

So yeah Quivi was the one who was treated like dirt

This was because Lukas was going to be the heir, and Quivi was going to be his bodyguard. So Lukas was spoiled rotten and Quivi was trained extensively and given brutal criticism so she’d come out tough as nails and only focus on being the perfect soldier / bodyguard.

She was taught to keep her emotions inside , never to express herself , and to always be silent. And she’d be verbally berated and chastised if she failed to comply with either - she had to be a stealthy , emotionless machine. And . . . yeah. That’s the second reason for her selective mutism. 

So yeah , that was her life up until she turned eighteen. Because at that age, their father died, and now it was just her and Lukas.

And he treated her exactly like their father did. He was a spoiled brat and believed Quivi was there to simply act as his bodyguard. And yeah , she obeyed him. But Lukas didn’t have his heart set on being a businessman , no - he wanted to be famous. And he ended up climbing his way to become an Instagram influencer and even bought his way into getting a record deal so he could put out bad Youtuber music.

...Quivi hates his stuff. To this day

Quivi was eventually cast to the side to the point where her brother wouldn’t even acknowledge her as his bodyguard. He acted like she wasn’t even there. And Quivi hated the way he treated other people - when they turned twenty , he got a woman pregnant and never bothered to see her again. And Quivi ended up finding her and helping her take care of the child when she was born.

And that was around the point Quivi decided her brother was a fucking dickhead and stood up to him , cutting him out of her life. And she focused on making a life for herself , and used what she got of their father’s inheritance ( because their mother insisted both twins get something ) and paid to go to Lockwood. 

PERSONALITY / CHARACTER

Quivi is the epitome of someone who looks rly scary and intimidating but oh my god is she not. She’s very gentle , very polite - always uses formalities and puts others before herself. Holds the door for twelve people before going inside herself.

But also , she can fucking fight like there’s no tomorrow. She was trained for years , and she probably knows a few ways to kill a man. Was trained with a few weapons just in case , and definitely is a master of self-defense.

She has OCD and as well PTSD from her childhood. I will very rarely mention this in threads , but it’s important to note. ( I have both , as well. )

She never really had nice / fun things as a kid , so she has a lot of catching up to do. The little things make her so happy , like McFlurries , bad pop music , the cliche Shakespeare stories everyone reads , etc. 

But , again - she was never encouraged to show emotion. So she comes off as very neutral because of this reason - but trust me she feels a whole lot and when she does smile it’s a sight from Heaven.

She’s a sporty person !! She’s into fencing , but that sport’s not offered at Lockwood , so she’s also on the gymastics team. Even has a varsity jacket for it.

Also in Theatre ( the club ) !! Not as an actress , however. She’s on the set crew. But she wants to be an actress in it someday , or even do some sign translations for the audience.

Tatiana was a stranger to her. But the stranger you know everything and nothing about , because you hear about her all the time from everyone else. So yes , in a curious manner did Quivi pick her name - but you know that feeling you get when you wonder if you were the deciding vote in that shit ?? Quivi wonders that ( obviously , she wasn’t , but she gets that feeling every time someone brings up Tatiana and the Watershed )

God I love her she’s my gentle giant bby and again I’ve had her for . . . five years n tbh like Cyrus a good portion of her character was originally made to Vent my own stuff out so. She means a lot 2 me.

Hope y’all love her.

WANTED PLOTS / CONNECTIONS

sb in Theatre who wants to get Quivi onto the stage tbh that was the First thing I thought of 

sb who Quivi can teach Russian or ASL !! Also others who know ASL would b great bc that’s Quivi’s preferred method of communication

Someone who Quivi can trust with actually talking to ?? They’d have to be really close , though , because Quivi only speaks to the people that she trusts

A nerd who Quivi befriends and just. Listens to them talk about the stuff they’re interested in. Bc honestly learning and listening is what she likes to do - not like Ami who fuckin CAN’T STOP WON’T STOP with the studying but. Quivi’s literally been deprived of so much. She likes to learn what she doesn’t know.

Sb who sorta thinks Quivi is all SUPER FUCKIN SCARY AND PROBABLY A BITCH bc of the RBF but when they actually meet her,,, they think she’s so sweet

Lowkey a fuckboi or sb who could flirt w/ her n she just. Turns em down. Stone-faced. Might kick them and make ‘em fall or smth idk Quivi’s that person who tells u to go chop a guy’s dick off when he says one rude thing 2 u

Literally okay in my personal headworld / lores it’s a part of Quivi’s culture to settle things like minor disagreements with a duel to the death and it was a running gag on earth that Quivi would see ppl get in2 like. Twitter fights. N comment “challenge them to a duel to the death” n everyone else was like QUIVI NO

she’s... kinda like Diana. like, Wonder Woman Diana.

I call her Wonder Woman a lot

Bt this is Watershed so it’s very different from that!! Lowkey tho I’m proud of the world I created for her like I literally made a whole language + alphabet for her world 

[wishfulife-moved]

It’s funny seeing it on my dash- muses staying up super late to study so they can pass their classes, or to get ready for a test, meanwhile Timmy would literally never give up something as precious as sleep for anything school related (unless it was like...really important and he cared enough).

It’s pretty obvious in the show, Timmy doesn’t study, and homework or essays are something done either half-assed, or just not at all. Honestly, he probably DID try a lot more in his home schooling, since the environment was at a much slower, less abusive (at least from his home school teacher), and no worry of a bully coming up to you and wailing on you in the middle of class. He had more time on his tests possibly, or even just a kinder, less toxic human teaching him.

Don’t get it confused though, he still struggled, and is still GOING to struggle. Since he never gets an actual diagnosis for anything until maybe he’s seventeen, Timmy still has severe issues with focusing, or in a lot of other cases, finding he has hyper focused on one single thing, and it’s almost never anything school related.

Going back to school once his parents relieved his home school teacher of their duties, and started travelling more without him, Timmy’s been juggling a lot. While Vicky DOES want her grades to at least be B’s, there are days she just doesn’t want to do them. So, even if the kid is like six years younger than her, enough threats and black mailing can easily get him to focus hard enough to earn her a C or B- on her homeworks. Not that homework is always checked, but hey, doesn’t bother her. She does her usual work at school (that or she bullies other smarter people to do it- who knows), and maybe gets other teens her age doing her homework, but once in a while, should Timmy seem like he’s got A LOT of homework on his plate, it’s just another way of abuse.

Seen in The Switch Glitch she already records Timmy when he speaks, and edits the recordings so they sound decent enough to seem like she caught Timmy saying something or admitting to something he never did or said. And while she tends to NOT rely on a ten year old to do her homework, it’s another way of fucking his life up a little, so why not threaten him to do her work that’ll no doubt take him ALL night, and that he won’t do his own?

Because that’s something Timmy DOES have going for him- he values sleep. A lot. Unless he’s struck down with severe feelings of guilt (which don’t start REALLY being an issue until after It’s a Wishful Life and even that he still manages a few hours), he’ll always manage a healthy eight hours of sleep AT LEAST.

However, since he does sleep, that’s also time lost in possibly doing his homework. Timmy’s all about the NOW rather than the future. He doesn’t want to think too deeply about how little of a future he has, and would rather just try to enjoy his already shitty childhood. True, that is sort of a down fall, and a huge role in why he drops out of high school, but he doesn’t care all that much. Grades hardly mattered to him, and he’s already accepted the fact he’s “not smart”.

His mom cries thinking about his future, and has openly told him this several other times to the point where seeing her cry, it’ll be the first thing he asks her; “Were you thinking about my future again?” His dad already said Timmy’s the reason his dreams were crushed, and eggs Timmy on sometimes by grading Timmy in their own home for almost no reason, as if to just pester the kid about how much a failure he is with all the failed tests and quizzes he brings home. Like everything else, it was just easier to condition himself to accept just how much of a failure he is in every aspect of his life than to let his emotions really eat away at him.

Another thing is that literally EVERYONE has to comment on all his F’s, the fact he needs to study more and try harder, and like...he is. Or he did try at some point before just going “fuck it” and giving up completely. His teacher pretty much gets JOY from failing Timmy, and any kid but mostly my pink hat wearing kid, and already teaches things too advanced for fifth graders (at least, my headcanons for what he ACTUALLY teaches when it’s not a rant about Fairies). His best friend gloats about his perfect grades, and has also openly mocked his friend for his failures. There’s a point where you can only keep bragging and only so much poking at someone’s ego you can do. The latter he really SHOULDN’T do at all, and he even mentions in Smarty Pants that if he didn’t gloat so much, Timmy might’ve let AJ help him study.

Studying is super hard for Timmy, and literally ANYTHING can trigger him to just not. He’ll reorganize his comic book collection by year, maybe clean the fishbowl, maybe beat his high score in a video game. Literally, he’ll do anything else unless someone is there to help press him to study. Before it was Vicky making him not pay attention to his studies, and now it’s his Fairies, namely Cosmo (not that he means to but he IS a root of Timmy’s inability to sort of study).

Like I said in another headcanon post, even if he had the attention span to study and do his work, he’d still be getting mostly C’s. When it comes to tests, or essays with word limits, he tends to freeze up and over analyze a question or how to phrase things. He ends up rambling a lot, or he’ll try to think of different ways the answer could be written or solved, and ends up writing whatever as he usually only has a period to do his tests. He’s not the best test taker. Not even really that okay of a test taker. 

Honestly, besides studying, Timmy would have to give up sleep to be around a B student, which would be a blessing, and something he could honestly live with and be happy. But then there’s other bad things that go with not sleeping, so he just goes for the “well I’m stupid anyway so fuck studying- I’m gonna sleep bye”

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[ THIS IS QUEUED -- i’m most likely still sleeping ] mic check one two, is this thing working?? hi hey hello, i’m bunny -- i’m currently an unemployed, lazy twenty-three year old, and i go by she/her pronouns. i’m so excited to be here and i can’t wait to read all about the characters in this group, as well as write with you all! here’s my son, jasper -- he’s a new contradicting muse, so i’m still working bits and bobs for him. under the cut are some information about him, and i just want to apologize how shitty they’re written and how carried away i got. they’re literally word vomit tbh lmao dfhiaud i probably forgot a few things to add but that’s okie dokes!

anyway, if you’d like to plot, don’t hesitate to message me or you can like this and i’ll pop into your ims!! just a heads up that i get excited easily, and i tend to go wild with hcs when i plot so tell me to stop whenever you get annoyed please iuhdfiusdhfusd

hold on a second — is that BLAKE STEVEN i saw working on the sunny bay ship recently? oh wait, i was mistaken as it was actually JASPER ERNST, a CISMALE who is TWENTY-THREE years old and is an intern as a SINGER. i heard when they’re not on the ship they’re studying MUSIC INDUSTRY MANAGEMENT AND ARTIST DEVELOPMENT which sounds pretty awesome! they are often described by their friends as QUICK-WITTED and DEBONAIR but also RETICENT and VOLATILE which means they are often labelled as THE FERVOUR. i can’t wait to see what they have to offer on the ship!

CHARACTER INFORMATION —

TW: DEATH MENTION, DROWNING

001. BASICS / Jasper Harris Ernst, twenty-three, Australian-German, born and raised in Melbourne, Australia. Currently studying Music Industry Management and Artist Development; aesthetically (both vibe and music) a mixture of Alex Turner from the Arctic Monkeys and Jesse Rutherford – his voice sounding similar to the latter

002. FAMILY BACKGROUND / Born and raised in Melbourne, Australia, Jasper’s parents grew up together in the same neighborhood and were the perfect example of childhood best friends turned into lovers. Both Australian (his father being half German), they had their own complicated, rollercoaster-like timeline of growing up together and watching the other fall in and out of love with other people; only to realize they’ve been emotionally unavailable for one another upon reaching the end of their college year. They eventually tied the knot after their university years, building up their perfect and small-knitted family together - creating a family of three (excluding small numbers of extended families). While they weren’t exactly filthy rich, and though money was tight on certain days, the three of them lived happily and comfortably together with the love they surrounded themselves by. They were pretty much the average family on the street and share an awfully close bond with their extended families which can be quite troublesome and dramatic at times.

003. AN ABRUPT CHANGE FROM PERFECT ( DEATH MENTION TW) / Valentine’s Day is nothing but a curse to Jasper Ernst, for the meaning and the word “perfect” to describe the life he was living in, dissolved and erased itself from his vocabulary on February 14. He was with his grandparents on the night it all happened – his head tilted upwards, his wide eyes no longer on the building blocks and his enormous Hot Wheels collection; but instead, it was on the eyes that reflected admiration and care, as well as the wholehearted smiles that managed to brighten the features of his grandparents who were still ridiculously madly in love for one another at an age like theirs. Their shadows hovered above the surface of the carpet he was sitting on as they danced to Frank Sinatra’s Fly Me To The Moon. Jasper, despite being just five, was sure of himself that he knew what the word “Love” meant that night; nevermind the cooties, Frank Sinatra (the one name that took him almost a week or two to properly and correctly pronounce) must have to know what he was talking about when he sang his heart out about wanting to hold hands and kiss – at least, his grandfather did (very poorly, but sweetly) to the love of his life, which was close enough in his opinion. But happiness, that night especially, didn’t last.

Bright smiles on faces were replaced with loud cries and a sorry police officer at the front door of Jasper’s grandparent’s house. They were rushing to the hospital before he knew it, phone calls were made on their way there – one that was awfully hard to understand by the sound of his grandmother weeping, unable to catch her breath. He thought, during all that chaos, maybe it was better if he mentally recited his multiplication he had just been taught at school – a way to perhaps cheer up his worried grandmother and stop her from crying, but his heart was beating way too hard to focus, his fingers subconsciously fiddling with his seatbelts.

004. IT’S OKAY (DEATH MENTION TW) / Learning about the death of his parents (caused by a horrific car crash) was hard to understand – harder than his grandparents breaking the news to him. He wanted to trade his Hot Wheels collection and Pokemon cards then – for “a trip to heaven, if it’s possible,” were his exact words, his fingers twitching and the weight of his foot shuffling from left to right, as if they were ready to head upstairs to grab what could be his ticket to see his parents in a second if anyone ever said the word. But it wasn’t easy like that. He didn’t cry – he made sure that he didn’t in front of his grandmother, at least. He likes to think that he understood the telepathic message his grandfather was sending him through bloodshot eyes. He knew his grandmother cried about enough on her way to and back from the hospital, and will probably continue crying once he’s tucked in, hence why he cried to himself to sleep under his covers the second the lights of his brand new room were turned off – his nightlight not doing its trick.

005. GROWING UP / Jasper moved in with his grandparents a week after his parents’ accident. It was hard to return home without the two most important people greeting you at the front door; it was harder stepping in to have memories flood right back, hitting him where it hurts. Again, he made sure he didn’t cry. He needed to be strong and crying was only a flick away to twisting the tap of the tears his grandmother had shed nights after nights. Though it was hard at first, he needed to adjust and understand that his nights at his grandparents’ were no longer sleepovers – it was his new home. With the help of his grandfather, Jasper made sure his new room held memories that included his parents and made it more to his liking.

The three of them repaired and sew the holes of each other’s hearts together. Jasper’s grandparents made sure to give him the life he was meant to have, making sure he grew up healthy and happy; and though he missed his parents on certain days and at times wish they were around, healthy and happy he was. He was granted all the things he wanted; he wasn’t exactly spoiled, he was coddled and awfully sheltered a lot. Each time he fell and scraped his knee, there would always be a plaster to mend his wound and a hand to hold.

006. EXTERNAL PERSONALITY (NEGATIVE) / ill-tempered, misunderstood, short-fused, argumentative and defensive are some words to describe Jasper Ernst. Besides dealing with the death of his parents in an unhealthy manner since day one, the weight of being a victim of bullying accumulated a lot of pent-up anger and frustration inside him. He was bullied throughout his primary and high school years, constantly getting picked on for various reasons – one among the many included his absence of his parents and how he was living with his grandparents who were most likely just “stuck with him”. Unlike most victims, however, Jasper wasn’t one to stay silent. He would often pick fights and start them, only to end it with him being sent to the principal office with his glasses snapped into two and bruises; plastered as the problematic child (despite his intelligence) given his condition. He grew up short-fused and awfully defensive, constantly arguing with people who aren’t the slightest bit careful with their words. Little things would trigger him and start a wildfire.

007. EXTERNAL PERSONALTY (POSITIVE) / Despite his problematic and hard exterior, Jasper can be quite amicable. He has his days, to say the least; although he’s moody, he can be friendly when he wants to be and can come across as an easy going person when he’s in a good mood. He doesn’t hide the fact that he’s loyal to his friends – even though he does only have a few that he can sincerely count on.

008. INTERNAL PERSONALITY (THE FERVOUR) / There’s quite a lot of things hidden underneath the surface Jasper Ernst allows himself to show. There’s no in between when it comes to feeling certain emotions – in fact, he either feels or not at all. He suppresses the majority of his emotions and keeps them to himself out of the lack of trust he has, as well as not wanting to be a burden. He cares a hell lot, up to the point where someone’s feelings or emotions could potentially overrule his own and affect him in certain ways. With that said, Jasper is, underneath all that explosive trait, a hopeless romantic. He feels everything intensely, love not being an exception. He falls in smitten a lot, but once his heart’s been captured, he’s a lost cause.

009. MUSIC AND OTHER INTERESTS / Music is the only way Jasper can bleed himself dry. He self-taught himself the guitar at the age of eleven, and was introduced by his grandfather who promised him that he’d be able to swoon girls with it. Despite him only picking music with the interest of picking up girls, his interest soon took a turn and he found himself doing it for himself. He began to venture onto other instruments – such as piano and violin but always winded up back to the guitar. It’s how he channels his intense emotions; putting down how he felt in words and melodies.

(DROWNING TW) Apart from music, back in school Jasper had a thing with sports. He was always put into teams to represent his school when it comes to football and basketball though it was only to keep his body physically active and fit. Swimming, on the other hand, was a sport he failed terribly at. He suffers from a phobia for water out of nearly drowning at one of his friend’s birthday party.

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