#unfortunately it did not cure my depression but it did help

[heloise-marianne]

i did finally get so see florence and the machine live, though, so, silver linings, I guess?

[glassofpumpkinjuice]

so i read dying inside and unfortunately i have some negative thoughts

to be entirely honest this is the kind of story i would have hated as a suicidal teenager and i guess that part of me is still in there somewhere. the main character is severely depressed and suicidal and is basically cured of all that by the power of friendship. personally i had some very good close friendships as a teen and they didn't magically cure me of being mentally ill. i think what made it worse was that the friendship developing part was entirely skipped over by a montage (the story is not very long) so i have no idea how they became close or how it helped her break out of her depression. did she stop drinking at work? was having no friends really her only issue?

my 2nd major complaint is her mom's boyfriend who's unpleasant and controlling and pushes drugs on his therapy patients that almost cause several deaths and is essentially the main antagonist; at the end he says he's not gonna be evil anymore and undoes his creepy controlling spell on the main character and that's it. we're just supposed to believe he's not evil anymore and is very sorry, i guess? he reminded me really badly of my own father who was also controlling and horrible to me when i was a Troubled Teen. so that left a pretty bad taste in my mouth. i really can't stand a story that wants me to forgive an asshole father figure.

anyway if you bothered to read all that thanks for bothering and feel free to send me angry asks if you disagree

[raaorqtpbpdy]

The Only Way Out is Through (2)

Vlad overshadows Jack as part of a diabolical plan to get rid of him and win Maddie's heart. Unfortunately, the plan goes awry when Vlad finds he can neither take control over Jack, nor leave.

For the prompts: Vlad's murderous plan for vengeance goes awry when he finds himself unable to stop possessing Jack's body. Jack is very much still alive and complaining about the "insufferable spook inhabiting his form". He's forced to live Jack's life until he can come up with a solution. IF he can... [from Balshumet], Vlad wishes his friendships could go back to the way they were in college, little does he know that Jack and Maddie have similar sentiments. [from @half-deadmagicperson], and Jack wants to save Vlad, but he'll have to face the harm he caused twenty years ago in order to accomplish this. [from @kuzann]

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Chapter 2: Forgive, but Never Forget (Chapter 1)

[Warning for past trauma, guilt and blame, and mentions of death]

Jack stared.

Before him, he saw the rotten specter who'd tried to possess him and gotten stuck... and he also saw his best friend, Vlad Masters. And he had no idea what to make of it.

"I... I don't understand," he said.

"Of course you wouldn't understand, you oaf," the Wisconsin Ghost sneered at him. "I can't stand to be near you for even another second."

Then, with a flourish of his cape, the ghost flew through the portal and was gone, leaving Jack alone with his friend and no less confused.

"Vlad, are you alright?" he asked. He reached out to his friend, only to have his hand slapped away.

"Don't touch me," Vlad said, though there was little bite to it.

He looked... sad. Sadder than Jack had ever seen him, and he was overcome with the desire to help, though he still hadn't the foggiest idea what he needed to help with.

"Vlad... what's going on?" he asked, trying and failing to put all the pieces together. It just didn't add up.

Had the Wisconsin Ghost possessed Vlad before coming to do the same to Jack? But... how would it have even done something like that? It was impossible. Still, Vlad would know better than Jack, he always did, so it probably would be best to ask.

"Did the Wisconsin Ghost overshadow you, too, Vlad?"

"I wasn't overshadowed by the Wisconsin Ghost," Vlad muttered darkly. "I am the Wisconsin Ghost. Or I was, anyway. Your device seems to have separated me from my ghost half, and now it has apparently abandoned me in its disgust. I hardly blame it for wanting to get away from you."

"I don't understand—"

"I told you, didn't I?" Vlad replied. "You killed me. I came to get revenge. It's as simple as that."

Jack shook his head, still as confused as when he'd first dispossessed himself of that ghost and seen Vlad standing there, if not more so. It certainly didn't seem like anything about this situation was at all simple. Actually, it seemed quite confusing. Most confusing of all, however, was that, even though Vlad's words should have sounded angry... he just sounded sad.

"Is... is something wrong, Vladdie?" Jack asked. "Are you alright?"

"Oh, I'm fine, why wouldn't I be? The man I once called friend betrayed me by stealing away the woman I love, sending me to an early grave in his incompetence, turning me into a half formed freak, neither truly human nor truly ghost, trapped me in his body for a week, and then split my two sides apart from each other, leaving me a broken man in every sense of the word."

Jack wasn't always the best at picking out sarcasm, but he didn't think Vlad was being genuine when he claimed he was fine. He actually sounded rather displeased and depressed about the whole thing. But Jack knew the cure for that.

"Come on, old chum," he said, grabbing Vlad by the arm despite his protests. "I'm taking you upstairs for some hot-chocolate and a warm blanket and we're going to talk this out."

Too bad Jack didn't know what to do about any of the rest of Vlad's problems. He didn't even know what Vlad was babbling about when he said half those things. Stealing away the woman he loved? Jack didn't know Vlad was dating anyone, or even crushing on anyone. And the only person Jack had dated since meeting Vlad was Maddie. By all accounts, it didn't make sense.

Once they got upstairs, Jack sat Vlad down on the sofa, grabbed a blanket from under the coffee table, and threw it over his friend's shoulders. It was a good blanket, thick, and warm, and soft. Jack knew because he'd knitted it himself, and he said as much. Then he told Vlad to stay put while he made some cocoa.

While Jack went through the familiar process of warming the milk, and mixing in the powder, and hunting down the marshmallows from wherever Maddie had hidden them this time, he tried to think over what Vlad had said before. There was something about a woman, and a half-formed... something, and a ghost? Or rather, not truly a ghost.

He felt like he was trying to put together a puzzle when he had only been given every other piece, and he'd gone and lost half the pieces he did have. It was, admittedly, rather frustrating, but Jack had done many puzzles with missing pieces—because he had a tendency to lose real puzzle pieces as much as metaphorical ones. He never gave up until he could see what the picture was, missing pieces or no.

When he returned to the living room with two cups of cocoa—he'd made one for himself while he was at it, just because—he saw Danny standing across from Vlad with an angry expression.

"I don't know what you're playing at, Vlad, but I want you out of here. Fly home. Now," he said in a low, growling tone.

"I would love to, Daniel, but alas... I don't have my powers." Vlad replied. "I won't be flying anywhere."

"What do you mean you don't have your powers?" Danny hissed. "You've been overshadowing my dad for like, a week, you're telling me you've lost your powers in the last ten minutes?"

"He used something called a 'ghost catcher' to separate us." Vlad shrugged.

Danny cringed hard. "Oh."

"Worked a bit too well, it seems. My ghost half flew off who knows where. I'm sure it'll come back for me when Jack's asleep."

"Fine, but I'm watching you, Vlad," Danny told him. "If you try anything funny, I'll dropkick you into the Ghost Zone and let you flail. Play nice with Dad, don't flirt with mom, and generally don't be such a fruit loop, or you're done here. Got it?"

"Loud and clear."

"Good."

With that, Danny turned around and left Vlad sighing behind him.

"What was that all about?" Jack asked as he entered the room, at last, two mugs of hot-cocoa in hand.

"You really have no listening comprehension, do you?" Vlad sighed, accepting a mug of cocoa, but not drinking it yet.

"Or maybe you haven't explained anything very well," Jack replied, starting to get a bit huffy.

Vlad couldn't put this all on him, when Vlad had just been saying things that didn't make any sense and expecting him to just know what they meant.

"Like that thing about me stealing the woman you love," Jack continued. "What's that all about? You never told me you were dating anyone. I didn't even know you liked anyone. And the only person I've dated since we met is Maddie, so how could I have stolen the woman you love?"

"Maddie is the woman I love, you utter buffoon," Vlad grumbled, then took a sip of his cocoa.

"Really?" Jack asked. "But... you never said anything. You never told me. How was I supposed to know?"

"I would have thought I was rather obvious about it."

"That's not fair," Jack replied. "With the number of times you've talked about how oblivious I am, it's not fair of you to assume I know things just because they're obvious. You know more than anyone how bad I am at noticing things. You're my best friend, if you liked Maddie, you should have told me."

"And what would you have done if I had? Hm?" Vlad asked. "Let me have her?"

"Well... no," Jack said obviously. "I couldn't do that. Maddie's a person, not something you can just have. If I knew you liked her too, we could have told her together and let her decide. At the very least I would have wanted us both to have a fair chance, instead of just making a move on my own. In fact, we can call her down now and ask her what decision she would have made."

"Really?" Vlad asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow. "And what happens if she says she would have chosen me?"

"Well... then maybe we can work something out," Jack said. "I'll always support Maddie a hundred percent, no matter what she chooses. And no hard feelings from either of us, whatever she says, right?"

"Very well."

Maddie was reading a book in bed when Jack went to get her, telling her Vlad was here and they had an important question to ask her. She grimaced.

"Something wrong?" Jack asked.

"No, nothing," she said, putting on a smile. "Oh, is that ghost still attached to you?"

"No, I used the ghost catcher to separate it, and it flew off into the Ghost Zone," Jack said. "Then Vlad showed up, which... still not sure how that happened, but I'm working on it."

"The ghost catcher!" Maddie put her palm to her forehead. "I can't believe I didn't think of that. I totally forgot we made a ghost catcher."

"Don't feel too bad. I forgot, too. Now come on, Vlad's waiting downstairs."

"Right...." Maddie got up and followed, but she was walking slower than usual.

When they got to the living room, she took a seat on the armchair and Jack sat next to Vlad and started to explain.

"Did you know V-man also had a crush on you in college?" Jack asked. He opened his mouth to continue his speech, but Maddie interrupted him.

"Yes, I knew," she said.

"You did?"

"It was obvious," she and Vlad said in unison.

As much as he loved them both, they sure knew how to make Jack feel stupid at times.

"You and Vlad were both ridiculously obvious about your crushes on me," she continued. "At the time, I wasn't sure if I liked either of you, or who I liked more, so I decided that whoever asked me out first, I would go with, and if it worked, it worked, and if it didn't, it didn't."

"So... what if we'd come to you at the same time to confess our feelings and asked you to choose?" Vlad asked. "What would you have done then? Who would you have chosen?"

Maddie's eyes widened in surprise. "I... I don't know."

"Humor us," Vlad insisted. "Imagine that that had been what happened."

"Well... I suppose there are two possibilities," Maddie said. "You were both very good friends, and I wouldn't want to alienate either one of you by favoring the other. Either, I would have turned you both down to avoid hurting one of you so much that I would have lost him. Or I would have proposed an experiment to go on one date with the both of you and see which one I liked better as a boyfriend and which I preferred as just a friend."

"You always were very scientifically minded," Vlad commented.

"If you'd done the experiment, who do you think you would have picked?" Jack asked. More curious about her thoughts than actually concerned about whether she loved him or Vlad more.

She sighed. "I don't know. I really don't. It would have depended entirely on how you both met the challenge. But I was young, and naïve in college. I'd never dated anyone before, and I didn't know what to look for to know if a relationship would last. What I would have done back then, with the knowledge and experience I had back then, it doesn't really matter now, in the present.

"Knowing what I know now, I know I chose the right guy back then, even if it was just coincidence, or luck... I'm sorry Vlad. You were a good friend then, and I wish our friendship hadn't fallen apart, but the way you are now... you're pushy, and controlling, and I couldn't be happy married to a man like that. I know you both love me, but Jack understands me, and supports me, and even though he's forgetful, he cares about me as a person, and doesn't just want me, like you seem to.

"I just... I just wish we could all be friends like we were before," she said. "Before the accident, before all the resentment, and the pain, and separation. Before you turned into such a creep," she tacked on. "I miss those days. But it's too bad we can't just ignore all the time that's passed, and everything that's happened."

"That would be nice, wouldn't it?" Vlad agreed miserably, then took another sip of his cocoa.

"Well why not?" Jack asked. "Why can't we just go back to the way things were between us in the old days?"

"Because you killed me!" Vlad snapped. "Because you were overeager, despite our warnings, and by your incompetence, made me spend two years in a hospital, suffering poor care and constant mistreatment in addition to extreme pain as the ecto-acne simultaneously killed and healed me.

"Did you know, That ectoplasm can do that? Kill someone and resurrect them at the same time? I found that out the hard way. Guess who else found that out the hard way, twenty years after I did?"

"Danny," Jack breathed out.

If the ghost really was somehow Vlad, like he'd claimed to be, then that thing he'd said about Jack killing his son and not even realizing it was starting to make sense.

"In the portal accident," he realized. Killed and resurrected at the same time.

"What?" Maddie asked.

Jack just shook his head. He couldn't explain now. He felt sick to his stomach. He couldn't even imagine how horrible something like that would be to experience. The way Vlad put it, it sounded like agony.

"Vlad... it was an accident," Jack said.

"That you caused."

"I never meant to—"

"But you did, didn't you," Vlad said. "You pressed that damned button and I didn't hear from you again for twenty years."

"We tried to visit you in the hospital, Vlad," Maddie said. "We tried so many times we were permanently banned from visitation there. They wouldn't let us see you because we weren't relatives. We didn't even know if you'd survived."

"And what about after?" Vlad asked. "After I left the hospital, I became a millionaire. I was all over the news. Why didn't you reach out then?"

"I tried!" Jack told him. "Your receptionist said she was told to screen all calls from me."

"You killed me," Vlad repeated. "Why the hell would I take your calls?!"

"He's only trying to say that we're not the only ones to blame for losing touch," Maddie intervened, leaning forward, though she didn't have the reach across the coffee table to put herself between them. "You shut us out because of your bitter resentment. How were we supposed to reach out to you when you put a wall between yourself and us?"

A wall. That was a perfect metaphor, Jack decided. Ever since they'd reconnected with Vlad, it had felt like there was a brick wall between them, as much as Jack tried to ignore it, and pretend it wasn't there, even he wasn't so oblivious that he didn't notice.

It felt like a Cask of Amontillado situation, except that Vlad was both the one who'd built the wall, and the one trapped behind it, isolated, stuck, and suffering. Jack had burst through many a wall, but he couldn't break down this one. He wanted to help his friend, to save him... he just didn't know how.

"I... I'm sorry, Vlad," Jack said.

It didn't feel like the right thing to say after everything, after what he'd done, intentionally or not. Especially now that he realized the true extent of the consequences of his poorly-thought-out actions. It wasn't strong enough to express his remorse, or tangible enough to fix the damage, but he'd realized, out of nowhere, that he'd never actually said it.

In all these years, he'd never actually apologized. Or, if he had, he didn't remember, which wasn't exactly unlikely. Still, it couldn't do any harm to say it again, if he had said it at all.

"I know I can be overzealous, and clumsy, and thoughtless," he continued. "I didn't choose to be like this, I don't do it on purpose, but I know I do it, and I'm sorry. I don't know what I can do to make it up to you, but say the word and I'll do it."

"You could give me Maddie—"

"No, he couldn't," Maddie cut in sharply. "I am not something that can be kept or given away. I thought I already made myself clear about all this."

"Worth a shot."

"Wasn't," she scowled.

"I can't do that," Jack said. "But I will try to do better. Jazz is always suggesting things I can do to help with my forgetfulness, and I never remember to try them, but I'll work with her to start doing that. I'll find ways to stop me being so impulsive. And I'll try to think more. You're always getting on my about how I don't think enough."

"That'll be a real challenge for you," Vlad replied.

"I know," Jack replied with a short laugh. "But I'm willing to do it. Whatever else you are, dead, alive, even a ghost—you're my best friend. And I hurt you, and I want to make amends. If you'll let me."

Vlad looked down his nose at Jack, and sipped his cocoa once more. Jack realized he hadn't even touched his own drink during all this. It was probably lukewarm by now.

"I'll consider it," he said finally. Then he put his drink back down on the table and added, tersely, "It's late, you should go to bed. I'm sure I'll be gone in the morning. I'd like to be left alone for a while... to think."

"Of course," Maddie said. "Come on, Jack, let's leave him be. I'm sure we've bothered him more than enough for one evening."

She stood, and took Jack by the hand to lead him upstairs to their room.

"So... what exactly happened?" she asked once they were alone in their bedroom and Jack was changing into his pajamas. "Why was Vlad doing here? And what happened to the ghost that tried to overshadow you and got stuck? And what did you mean about Danny and his accident with the portal?"

"Slow down, Maddie, I can only answer one question at a time," Jack replied. "I'll start with Vlad and the ghost. Vlad was the ghost."

"What?"

"When he said the ecto-acne killed him and brought him back at the same time..." Jack trailed off to swallow back the discomfort at that mental image. "I think it made him a ghost... but also not a ghost?"

"What, like... a half-ghost?" Maddie asked, he eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Jack imagined he must look like that pretty often. Confused, that is. He knew he didn't look anything like his wife.

"I guess so," he agreed. "When I used the ghost catcher to get rid of the ghost possessing me, it separated me from him, but it also separated Vlad's human self from his ghost self. That's what he said, anyway. Then his ghost self said he couldn't stand to look at me and flew into the portal."

"Rude."

"What do you expect from a—uh..."

Jack had been about to say 'what do you expect from a ghost', but he reconsidered when he remembered who he was talking about. We half-ghosts completely different from regular ghosts? Or were he and Maddie completely wrong about ghosts altogether.

"He was just upset," he said instead. "I think he'd been poking around in my memories, and he saw some things that upset him. He confronted me about my brother."

"I didn't know you had a brother," his wife said.

"I don't anymore," he looked down at the floor and tried not to recall to much and upset himself. "His name was Johnny, but he died falling through ice when we were kids. I... I was supposed to be watching him at the time, but I got distracted."

"Oh, Jack..."

"It was a long time ago," Jack said before she could try to comfort him and only made him linger on the guilt he still felt. "We all made mistakes that day. I should have learned from mine, and not let anyone else get hurt because of my negligence, but I guess I didn't learn well enough."

"How old were you?" she asked gently.

"I was ten," he replied. "Johnny was seven."

"I'm sorry."

He shook his head. It wasn't something he liked remembering, let alone talking about.

"You had other questions," he said, redirecting the subject back to what they'd been talking about before. "I'm sorry, I can't remember what they were...."

"Oh, Danny," Maddie said. "You said something about Danny when Vlad was telling us about what happened to him. And his accident with the portal?"

"Right... I think Vlad was trying to tell me that Danny was like him. Half ghost, I mean," Jack explained. "He told me I'd killed Danny, before I knew it was him. And then he said that thing about ectoplasm and—"

"Someone else found out the hard way, twenty years after he did..." Maddie realized. "Oh, Danny."

"Should we say something to him?" he asked.

She shook her head, although he wasn't sure if she actually meant 'no', or if she was just thinking.

"Why wouldn't he tell us?" she asked.

"Maybe... for the same reason as Vlad?" Jack guessed. "Maybe he blames us for what happened."

"Do you think so? Or maybe... maybe he doesn't feel safe telling us?"

"What?"

"We're ghost hunters," Maddie reminded him. "What if he's worried that our feelings for him might change if we knew he was a ghost."

"Oh no... what should we do?"

"I think... we should let him come to us when he's ready," she said. "Can you imagine how scared he might be if we brought it up to him now? We should wait for him to feel comfortable telling us, and in the meantime we can have some fun reexamining all the research we've ever done on ghosts in order to draw new, differently biased conclusions so Danny doesn't think we think he's evil just because he's half ghost. If he's half-ghost."

"And if he's not, we can reexamine our research so Vlad doesn't think we think he's evil," Jack enthused. "Should we start tonight?"

If reexamining their research and studying ghosts even more carefully than before was the worst thing that came out of this whole situation, than they really were on easy street.

"No, let's start tomorrow," Maddie suggested. "I don't think we should bother Vlad any more for tonight, and no offense, sweetie, but I don't think you'll be able to sneak past him to the lab without being noticed."

"I am pretty hard to miss."

"So come to bed for now, Jack," she said, patting his side of the bed invitingly. "A good night's sleep is a good start."

"Right you are, Maddie!"

He climbed into bed, and the two of them fell asleep cuddled up in each other's arms.

—

That night, Vlad paced the lab, waiting for his ghost half to decide to come get him. Lousy, good-for-nothing spook, leaving him behind. He'd examined the ghost catcher, and discovered that, for whatever reason, one of the sides separated people from ghosts, and the other side merged the two. Why it would be designed that way, Vlad couldn't fathom, but it was certainly convenient.

While he waited, blanket still hung round his shoulders because it really was quite comfortable, he considered all the things he'd learned, both from Jack's memories, and from the conversation he'd had with his two old friends upstairs.

They missed the old days as much as he did. All three of them wanted their friendship to go back to how it had been. But they all knew now why it couldn't.

Perhaps... perhaps that didn't mean they could never be friends again, even if it could never be like back in college. Perhaps it wasn't too late to forgive and move on.

Finally, Vlad's ghost half returned, as expected. They weren't meant to be separate, after all.

"There you are," Vlad said. "Come now, we can use the device that separated us to merge us back together."

"Good," Plasmius replied. "I scared the butler half to death when he saw me."

Together, they went through the merge side of the ghost catcher.

It wasn't as seamless as Vlad would have hoped. It seemed his ghost half had taken much of his anger with him when they'd been separated, and having it back made him less willing to forgive.

But the reflection stayed with him to. The sting of Maddie telling him off for being possessive and controlling, of both her and Jack pointing out that he wasn't treating her like a person, but a prize. Was he really that awful? He'd never thought of her that way before he'd developed feelings for her.

Perhaps it would be better to just let those feelings go, after all. She'd made her decision, and she didn't regret it, or want anything other than she got. Maybe he should cut his losses and give up before it further ruined a good friendship on the verge of rekindling.

Perhaps he should forgive Jack, too.

He would never be able to forget what had gone down between them. For years he'd tried to erase those bad memories from his head, of his accident, and his long hospital stay, and his slow and painful death. He'd even gone so far as to get plastic surgery to remove the pitted scars all over his skin, but even though he couldn't see them, he couldn't forget them either.

Jack was giving him a second chance, even though he'd tried to kill him, and steal away his wife and children, and even though he was a ghost, the very thing Jack hated most in the world. Perhaps Vlad could extend the oaf the same courtesy... for old times' sake.

There was much to consider as he flew, whole again, through the Ghost Zone to his own portal, and his home.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Just saw this thing from another fandom I follow thought it might be interesting for SDV 👀

Bachelors/Bachelorette (up to you which one and how many!) pining, courting or flirting? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

*not sure SDV comes from what era lol but maybe they have their own modern courting???*

Let's go crazy and do all bachelors/bachelorettes, shall we, dear anon? ;)

SDV bachelors:

Step aside everyone, a professional in his field enters the stage! After all, Alex is not only a (not yet recognized) master of sports, but also a master of flirting. It's enough for him to flex his biceps, shower with compliments and courtship - and all the girls (and not only) will be his! Although despite all this pathos, he is very careful in choosing a partner, because he is still a gentle and kind guy and wants a serious relationship.

Ordering a pizza at the Saloon for two, a skateboard trick show, gift chocolates or other small treats - Sam does a pretty good job of courting. He is too cheerful to pinning, and with flirting he, unfortunately, weaves in the middle of a sentence and something incomprehensible and funny comes out. On the other hand, bad flirting can make a partner laugh, and they will open their heart to the young prankster, so you could say that Sam can sometimes flirt well (although not aware of it).

Pinning for Sebastian. It's... quite difficult for him to express his own emotions, and sometimes he doesn't consider himself capable of such a thing. Sometimes you can notice his sad look if a person passes by who is not indifferent to him. Here, either the Farmer must be the first to confess their feelings to him, or Sam and Abby help their emo friend.

Hell, that's pretty hard to tell with Elliott, because I think he can be both courting and flirting. Just look at this red-haired gallant man - he seems to have come out of a book about a love story! A hopeless romantic who, despite his impressive ability to make the perfect compliment, can blush himself if you flirt back with him.

Oh my poor chicken man, sitting somewhere in the corner and pinning. No, I can say for sure that Shane can confidently flirt and court. But it seems to me that this will only happen if he is already dating the Farmer. His therapy is going slowly but surely, but for now, low self-esteem and the idea that "there will still be someone better than him" does not allow him to discover his hidden potential to be a romantic.

How to flirt? Date, flowers? Is there a guide for beginners? Harvey can cure your cold or diarrhea, but he's not very good at flirting. Although the courting is quite tolerable and even romantic, but only if the poor doctor stops being nervous and afraid that something will go wrong with the courtship.

SDV bachelorettes:

I think it's pretty obvious that Penny is pinning. She is a very shy and modest girl who won't take the first step in admitting her feelings for anyone. Dreamy, in love, but at the same time insecure and fearful. One thought of rejection or an awkward situation (or worse, a misunderstanding that could turn into a loss of friendship) drives a young teacher into depression.

Haley, due to her popularity, learned about flirting everything. All her fans gave her gifts and followed her, making the slightly spoiled girl the center of all attention. Of course, this was still in school, but something Haley had left from the arsenal to bestow a compliment on someone who is dear to her heart. And if in earlier years Haley did it for the sake of attention out of self-interest, now the compliment from the girl is sincere.

Courting AND flirting because Abigail is capable of so much. So much energy boils in the girl that she will often call the Farmer to hang out in the mines, in search of adventure. Nothing extreme, of course, but Abby will often flirt, compliment them while fighting monsters, and also give them gifts in the form of a found beautiful gem.

Surprisingly, Emily is very adept at courting someone. And every time she has new and unusual ideas in courtship - she is a bright and colorful person, which means courtship will be the same.

Leah is a very confident woman, and she is quite adept at flirting. The artist does not hesitate to give a couple of pleasant compliments to the interlocutor of interest, but don't think that she is frivolous in this. If Leah praises someone, it means there is something for it, and this person is really dear to her.

With Maru, I'm a little undecided. It seems to me that she is not very capable of flirting and courtship. But at the same time, pinning also doesn't fit her character. Young and energetic - she just doesn't have time to yearn for the Farmer. And yet, when the ideas for new inventions ran out and a small creative crisis began, Maru sometimes begins to have bouts of melancholy, smoothly turning into daydreaming about a possible partner.

[heathersproship]

And another thing!

The people bitching, pissing, and moaning about normality ("stop normalizing [XYZ trope] in fiction" "is anyone normal about this?" "stop being weird about [character/ship] please be normal I'm literally begging you") are usually the least normal people in fandom.

If they were as normal as they'd like to believe they are/want others to believe they are, they wouldn't be trying to police what people are allowed to create, and control what others still are allowed to like. Because different people will have different tastes - that's a feature, not a bug! What a concept!

If they were normal, they'd understand the difference between fiction and reality. That, while fiction can affect reality, fiction is not the same as reality. I wish a simple hug and some kind words could cure my depression, one round of exposure could alleviate my anxiety, and instead of getting my driver's licence I could register to ride a fucking dragon instead. Unfortunately, that's not how the world works. At all. Sad :(

If they were normal, they'd know they're the weird ones for trying to impose their views onto others, viewing their harm as help. They're not "saving" another person from the clutches of proshipping, but indoctrinating them into a cult of control, anxiety, stress, and paranoia that will eat its own if given the slightest whiff of opportunity. Because the war never ends. There will always be something, no matter how small, to incite throwing that first stone. Some people just wanna be mad and feel they're right for it and doing right by it, and they don't care who it harms until it happens to them. Only then is it injustice and wrong and bad. Wild.

If they were normal, they'd know there's no wrong way to fandom when you mind your own business. For example: I'm a sex-repulsed asexual who doesn't like smut, so I don't read it. I don't look for it. I hide the E and NR ratings on AO3 so I never have to see them ever again for all eternity forever. No more smut for me! And I didn't have to yell at anyone to get it out of my results, it was all me! I did that! People are still going to write it regardless of what I think about it, but I'll never know. And we're both happier for it!! Amazing!!!

If they were normal, they'd take the initiative to block the people and tags for the things they don't want to see rather than screeching at others "if u don't like it bLOcK mE!!!!!1!" Do it yourself you lazy little shit! Why is the onus on the person who doesn't have a problem to do the work? You're the one with the issue, do it yourdamnself. Be normal about it.

[mayflysdie]

Void~ Part 1 of the undeserving series.

{Warnings: inaccurate military depictions, violence, language, depressing themes, mentions of death}

A/N: I have not proofread anything so ignore the mistakes please.

please enjoy :)

remember around the age of, let’s say ten. we had these ambitious dreams, ranging from being a doctor that would one day cure cancer. maybe you dreamed of flying around the world, seeing everything it has to offer. yet somewhere down the road, You become acutely aware that life is not as simple as you thought. In an instant, the harsh and uncompromising truth of reality becomes abundantly clear, leaving your hopes and aspirations in ruin. 

i never thought i would drop out of college, stepping away from everything i loved. becoming so withdrawn from the world. 

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sitting at a cafe, my attention fixated on the horrific news of a terror attack that had befallen my hometown. Disbelief was all I felt as I watched the office in which my parents had worked explode into flames. My grip on my phone was so tense as I futilely waited for an answer; hoping that they were safe and had chosen to remain at home that fateful day, but all remained silent - no reply ever came.

—

The passing of a year was full of heartache and misery. I walked through the doorway of my parents' house for the final time, unable to avert my gaze from the images of us as a family that covered the walls. The sight of their faces, still vibrant and alive, tore at me to depths I did not know existed. 

Will they feel let down by me for abandoning college and enlisting in the military the moment a chance arose? To make matters worse, I sold all my possessions, including their beloved home. 

I had no intention of remaining here; that much was certain. It may have been obvious to everyone else, too, because I'm not the sort of person who ever could - never have been. 

No matter how many physicians I consulted or what therapies I tried in order to tackle my issues with emotional suppression, nothing seemed to help. I have always had a reclusive personality. seeking violence and high speeds whenever i could, something that made me feel alive, made me smile. 

The fact that I had my own unique personality never deterred them from giving me their love. They accommodated for this in the way they treated me and still expressed their affection in an unconditional manner. In return, I felt a deep love for them with every part of my being.

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three years later, I find myself thrown back into the past as i apply pressure to my squad mates wound, gunfire and smoke are the only thing around us. he gasps and writhes under my hands, which are on his abdomen. blood refuses to stop flowing, no matter what i do. The medic, in an attempt to assist us, was tragically shot down, leaving me with the impossible task of preserving a man's life – one rapidly slipping away no matter how hard I strive to stop the bleeding, begging in silence. His skin gradually whitens, his breaths become shorter and shorter, soon followed by him completely ceasing any movement. 

I ponder the fate of my parents. Did they experience pain and suffering or was it quick? I try to reassure myself that their deaths were instantaneous, so they didn't feel any distress. This thought allows me to find the strength to keep going.

i snag the dog-tags off the fallen soldiers neck, stuffing them into my pocket. i cast one last glance at him before walking away. silently sending a respectful prayer. 

“Void, get on top of that building and provide support! we have men dying down here” my captain barks in my ear, then the comm line goes silent again, as everyone is focusing on surviving. this mission quickly turned to shit, our men were dropping like flies, i unfortunately watched most of those deaths; having no way to stop them. 

with a huff, gun raised and my mind alert, i climb the stairs to the rooftop. the .50cal on my back bouncing slightly with each step. 

I swiftly readied myself, engaging any target that was visible in my sights. Captain Barnes yelled, his transmission garbled with interference though everyone still comprehended his words; "Incoming reinforcements - do not fire!"

I peered through my scope, noticing a speeding truck appearing in view. It was erratically zig-zagging around, exhibiting a suspicious behavior. clearly someone can't drive. In its nearby vicinity, I identified a foe skulking behind a rock. The incoming truck came to an abrupt halt right in front of the opposition, thus obscuring my vision of the target. Subsequently, two men dashed out from the automobile - the driver donning a skull mask and the passenger wearing a bucket hat. "Skull man, duck down!" I bellowed hoping that they had adjusted their headsets to our communications settings.

I allow a knowing smirk to cross my lips when I observe him just slowly shifting his position to the right."That's fine," I murmur quietly to myself," but don't come complaining when you feel my bullet zipping by you." Adjusting my aim, I focus on catching sight of the small portion of his head that had sprung out from behind the rock. Giving firm pressure to the trigger, I succeed in landing the shot exactly where it needed to be.

I detected the two men were currently clearing the buildings situated westward. A gruff British voice called through the comms, "Damn near missed my effin' head!" I presumed this must have been the individual wearing the skull mask. I uttered sarcastically, "I advised you to duck, not take a step aside. And I'm quite sure of my shooting ability - thank you."

I remained atop the roof, eliminating any who attempted to slip by, fulfilling my duties as originally agreed upon. "Good grief! What have you provoked?!" A guttural, unfamiliar British voice pierced through the radio and momentarily caught me off guard. That must be the fella wearing the bucket hat, I musingly remarked to myself.

Barnes' voice is tense as he informs us that somebody had let slip the information about our impending arrival, leading to a treacherous assault on our group. On top of the building I take in the situation—the intermittent gunfire now gradually quieter as the enemy's numbers start to recede.

I stand on the edge, Inspecting the scene, I notice both sides have stepped out of the building with no more shots being fired. After carefully observing the situation, I got the all-clear from Barnes to leave the location. As I was turning away, however, I came face to face with an adversary, locking me up by taking hold of my shoulders and almost tipping me over the edge of the building. I reckon my captain had seen me, along with some others, as I heard yelling all of a sudden. "You're the devil who slaughtered almost half of my troops" the individual who was restraining me snarled, giving my body a slight shove to make it move further. i glare, and i glare hard. “it was a shame they didn't burn alive, as i would have enjoyed watching” My biting words dripped with venom, a satisfied smirk playing upon my lips as his face reddened with rage.

I observe my captain, accompanied by the individual wearing the bucket hat and the one with the skull mask on his face hastily emerge on the rooftop, their weapons raised. The person who had me in his grasp perceives them without rotating, his words uttered low with an aggressive rumble., “shoot me and she falls” in warning, he grabs the front of my vest and tangles my body over the edge. 

I clenched my jaws together, my palms gripping the forearms that were encircling me. I angled my head down; we were situated four floors high, which meant that if by chance I were to take a plunge, there was a likelihood for survival - presuming I could find something - or someone - soft enough to cushion my fall.

A devilish grin crept across my face as I locked eyes with the man opposite me. My voice rumbled menacingly, “If I go down, you’re coming with me!” Without warning, I kicked out both of my legs and felt the impact of his knees. In a split second we both began plummeting towards the ground and amidst the shouts of my captain, a mad cackle erupted from my throat. I rotated in mid-air, so that I was positioned above him, and prepared myself for the inevitable crash.

I made contact with the ground below me with no remorse, producing a frightening sound as the person beneath me was touched by devastation. My vision swam, certain that I had gained a concussion due to the impact. I lay there, winded, my gaze fixated on the heavenly blue sky above.

I'm sure if my mother had been watching us from the heavens, she'd be rolling around in her grave, while my dad would have no doubt been chuckling at my rashness.

I hear the hurried footsteps drawing near, and I force myself to slowly sit up. Barnes confronts me with a scowl, arms firmly crossed; "Void! You're going to give me a heart attack one of these days! We thought we'd lost you!" The man in the bucket hat then knelt by me and steadied my shoulders as I rose to my feet, and I couldn't help but grin. “thus i am here Sir. i calculated the fall, knew i’d be fine”i grumble. Examining the person to my side, "Apologies for being blunt," I inquire, "But would you mind telling me your name? I've never been great with remembering faces." He slowly responds in his coarse accent, "Captain Price, Team 141," his intense gaze seeming to drill into me. There's a momentary pause as it dawns on me what he said and I ask skeptically, "141? You're the captain?" I'm surprised, an amused smirk playing on my lips as I remark, "Never thought I'd ever encounter someone from that crazy crew”

he raised an eyebrow at me, seemingly amused, “crazy?”he asks, stepping back slightly once I've gained my balance. i look at him with a smile, “heard every heli you get in crashes in some fiery explosion, along with the men of your crew being extremely well trained, deadly and often reckless” i elaborate. my captain shakes his head and walks to the truck, the three of us follow close behind. “you’re one to talk, with your actions ever since you joined, i’d half a mind to transfer your reckless ass to them. give’em another handful” Barnes grumbles, sending me a side eye. 

Captain Price and Ghost, accompanied us back to base at Barnes' behest. We congregated in the conference room and I applied a frozen bag of peas to my head in hopes of helping reduce the swelling. As they conversed in hushed tones, I wished I could possess mind-reading capabilities as I'm naturally very nosy.

Ghost sits with his arms crossed and eyes closed, seemingly disinterested in the conversation or anything else for that matter.

With a huff of exasperation, I abruptly stand up from my seat, announcing to the room that "I'm going to make some tea." Not wanting to remain there any longer, I lower the packet of peas and stomp into the kitchen. Snatching the kettle filling it with water, I place it on top of the stove before grabbing a mug and dropping in a bag of Earl Grey. I leaned against the island in the room, my eyes already closed as I felt a migraine start to take hold of me. Suddenly, a low British voice spoke from the doorway, "What you did was incredibly reckless," and I opened my eyes to see Ghost standing there with his arms crossed.

I furrowed my brow in surprise, not having anticipated that he, of all people, would bring up my behaviour. " I know" I muttered, my hazel eyes fixed firmly on his. He didn't say anything else, though I had the distinct impression that he wanted to.

I make my way to the kettle and carefully pour hot water into my steaming mug; extending a cup to my companion, yet he declines. I set down the kettle and head over to the island with my drink in hand. Cozying up to the mug's warm embrace, I inquire cautiously about the whispering pair in the next room. “they’re talking about me, aren't they?” i mumble, feeling a weird sense of anxiety rumble in my chest. he makes a ‘hm’ noise. i snort, giving him side eye, “i like that, top notch communication". i get no response back but that doesn't bother me, from everything i heard about him, he’s a very reserved man. 

he never moves from his spot, seemingly comfortable while blocking the doorway with his massive frame. i finished my tea long ago, but not willing to break away from my spot. 

Though my attention turns to him in the kitchen, I soon become aware of footsteps coming closer. Barnes enters first, accompanied by Price; they both look directly at me and I struggle to smile uneasily. “Uh, what did I do now?” I inquire hesitantly, but neither respond. Instead, Barnes takes a seat next to me and continues to fix his gaze on me. okay, these two are up to something.

He didn't hesitate in delivering the news: "You're being transferred", he said. I was perplexed and inquired, "Where?". My voice hushed, but my confusion came through loud and clear. this is sudden, and why? when I joined this team, they agreed to never transfer me. my eyes swap around the room, from Barnes, to Price, then Ghost. “to my team” my gaze snaps to Price, who’s displaying a small smile. his arms crossed, head tilted. 

My confusion increases exponentially, leaving my head cocked at an angle. Questioning Price and Barnes, I queried, "Who requested it and why?" Without pause, Barnes rose to his feet and declared, "Price requested it due to their need of a reconnaissance sniper having technical expertise. Prepare yourself in ten minutes." With that, he evaporated from the room.

well great.

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good news about owning next to nothing, i packed everything in less than ten minutes and I'm now standing by the truck, duffle bag slung over my shoulders. my favorite rifle hanging loosely on my back. I closely observe Prince and Ghost approaching the truck, with Ghost getting in the driver seat. A wave of apprehension washes over me, recalling his reckless driving earlier. Prince notices my uneasiness and comforts me with a laugh. "He's not all that bad," he says, however I'm still unconvinced. In spite of this, I climb into the backseat of the vehicle.

once we’re in motion, i hold my file out to Price, who raises an eyebrow at me, “i already read your file” he says, confused. i shake my head, “technically yes, but no you didn’t. i stole the original file and replaced it. this file has everything in it” i mumble, nervous. He takes the file and examines its thickness, his eyes creasing in confusion. “Why? What are you hiding?” he inquires, and I notice Ghost staring at me through the mirror. Turning my head away, I fervently state, “Me. I am shielding myself. I determine who sees it, not them.”

He turns to me fully and asks, with a tone laced with something enigmatic, "SAS, missile warfare expert, air-force, bombs specialist, why are you hiding this?".

I tense up as we hit a bump, not having much faith in Ghost's driving capabilities. jokingly, I say, "Is this a bad time for me to mention that it's need-to-know only?" trying to lighten the atmosphere. Then, with a nod, he continues reading. “ i will tell you, just not right now” i mumble. turning back to look at the window.

God, what have I been thrown into?

[itsnotmyfaultsomepeoplecantread]

Autism is so frustrating because sometimes I just have a severe disconnect between my feelings/reactions/cognition.

"Go to therapy," they said. "It'll help you understand your emotions." Well I did. And in theory, I do.

It never quite worked the same way for me, though, because I can actually rationalize quite well. And that was exhausting because it meant that I had to find a therapist who genuinely understood that. I am very empathetic and very rational. Sometimes, though, my brain doesn't want to be empathetic and rational. Sometimes it's just too many feelings to manage. And I never even knew the reason because I was just labeled as anxious and depressed and probably "crazy" with air quotes around it.

But unfortunately, now that I've gone through lots of therapy and spent a very long time trying to figure out why I was feeling a certain way, I discovered that I still have physical emotional reactions, I'm now just frustrated as shit that I'm having them. Like... I AM rationalizing. I KNOW that my feelings are not valid. But I'm still crying???? I don't want to be crying??? I know what needs to happen and I'm still physically upset. It's frustrating as sh*t. The tears are streaming down my face but that's not what's happening in my head.

I know, technically, that I'm allowed to have feelings. But it feels like such a burden? I'm absolutely terrified about becoming my (very reactive) parents, and that does not help. I don't want to traumatize others with my own anxiety.

BUT on the other hand, sometimes my brain cells just completely stop working. It's like the loading screen on a computer. And that's frustrating because I have STUFF TO DO. I need thoughts!! On some level, I need to be able to cognate. Instead, it just feels sort of blank, and that makes me panic in a totally different way. It's anxiety about being unable to speak. Unable to fully express myself.

And sometimes I express myself and it's just ~anxiety~.

My brain just feels like it's broken into separate spaces that can't seem to align on anything. And that's really what autism is, a lot of times. There is a lot of gray and white matter, but not quite in the right places.

And I have to just accept it, because there isn't a "cure" for autism.

Unfortunately, my ADHD somewhat keeps this in check, because it says "do things! Socialize! HAVE EVERY EMOTION" except then I can't focus on shit, and I'm slightly irritable, and still kinda useless.

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Suneater || Leon Kennedy x Chris Redfield

A/n: Happy late Valentine's Day, my loves. I have something sweet and special for you all. This is my first time writing canon x canon, so please bear with me. I hope you all enjoy it. This piece was made for @carlosoliveiraa's 'My Bloody Valentine's Day Exchange'. It's all RE, so if you want more treats, pop on over and check out the other exchanges. Unfortunately, the receiver of this gift dropped out, but I'm posting it for you all to read.

Warning(s): canon x canon, flirting, hope, depression, alcohol, support, brief kiss, short and sweet, Vendetta Leon and Chris, 1,272 words.

It was strange, but the only time that Leon Kennedy felt a semblance of ease these days was at the bottom of a bottle. 

And to think, after nearly a decade and a half of cleansing the world of viruses and parasites he should be used to the aftermath, but it was not easy to dismiss the millions or more lost. The guilt tore Leon to shreds, worse than any B.O.W. ever could. Alcohol did not erase the regret, but it did dull his inhibitions, at least for the time being.

He honestly needed a stiff drink after the week he had. Glen Arias was dead, and the antidote had been dispersed across the unfortunate city of New York, curing those infected by the Animality Virus. It was over, for now.

However, Leon knew that someone else would rise from the ashes of Umbrella. They always did. The cycle was never-ending.  

How many lives would be lost the next time? Hundreds. Billions. Leon did not want to think about it. Pouring another glass of ‘Aerial Shot’ he opted not to. 

The American bar in which he chose to spend his evening was relaxed, a blessing compared to the chaos of the city; he thought the constant ringing in his ears would never cease. Besides him, another middle-aged man sat at the bar near the end. Leon knew that he was a regular on account of the bartender calling him by name. And like him, there was guilt in his eyes. 

Leon doubted the man shared the same regrets as him but who was he to judge? He bought him a drink and in return, the man bought him a bottle. Perhaps he could see the darkness in his storm-colored eyes; that he needed a pick-me-up, or perhaps he yearned to take the ex-cop home.

Any other night Leon might consent, but not tonight.

Halfway through the man’s gift, the silvery chime of the doorbell rang as another patron walked in. Leon spared a glance, raising his brow as he recognized the newest addition. 

“Look who it is, the big man himself.”

Chris Redfield spared Leon a sympathetic look and took the seat beside him. The bartender approached, but Chris dismissed him with a wave. 

“Come on now. Are you telling me you didn't come here for a drink?” Leon asked with a slight grin. 

“I came here to see you,” Chris admitted. 

Leon’s heart began to race, but he overlooked the comment, blaming the sensation on the whiskey. 

“What do I owe the pleasure?” 

“I was just worried about you,” Chris answered. “Rebecca and I both were. We thought that you would be here.”

Leon snorted.

“I'm far too busy to have a drinking problem.”

He was not wrong, missions kept him from having any sort of vacation or free time, but he also was not telling the truth. There was a reason for the metal flask in his pocket. No, Leon did not abuse alcohol while on the job, but a drink or two often helped him cope. And he never left a bar completely drunk, not since he was 25. 

It was the reason he was late to his first day as a rookie cop with the RCPD, an action that might have saved his life.

“I'm fine, Chris,” Leon uttered.

He stared at the liquid in his glass and then gently shook it. 

“As fine as one can be doing this job,” he added.

“I can agree to that,” Chris remarked.  

Leon snorted, then called for a second glass, despite Chris’ resolution not to drink. He poured a shot of whiskey and offered it to the brute again. 

“Just one,” Leon tempted. 

“If you let me drive you to your room,” Chris bargained.

Leon could not disagree. He handed the glass to Chris and then picked up his own. 

“Here is to us surviving another day, just to do it all over again.”

Chris frowned but raised his glass regardless. As much as he wanted to disagree, he knew Leon was right. Besides, at the moment, there was no better concept to cheer to.

For the remainder of the time, Chris listened to Leon vent about his job and lack of vacation as he finished the bottle, then once he was content, the conversation shifted, moving from the bar to Chris’ Hummer in the parking lot. 

“I swear,” Leon furthered. Despite the hum of the engine and the unique vocals of Freddie Mercury on the radio, the mockery in his tone could be heard. “There were so many damn bear traps. I was more afraid of losing a foot than I was of the villagers.”

Chris laughed. He was sure in his arsenal of missions he had a few incidents of his own that could top that, but he chose to let Leon have the spotlight. His gloomy attitude had seemed to lighten a little since leaving the bar, to Chris’ relief.

“I don't think I could have navigated through those as easily as you did.”

Leon snorted, giving Chris a flattering look. 

“You big guy, I guarantee you would have lost a foot.”

“You think so, huh?” Chris asked with a smile. 

Leon shook his head, then turned his attention to the road. Something about his smile warmed the ex-cop. 

“I know so…but hey, you have other advantages. I saw the way you tossed the infected in that hallway.”

He saw much more than that, but he would never admit that his eyes had wandered over to Chris a few times.

The latter felt his heart race. 

“We make one hell of a team.”

“Zombies beware,” Leon joked. 

The ride was silent from then on. Leon stared out the window, lost in his thoughts, though he had to admit, they were not as grim as before. This meet-up with Chris had brightened his mood a bit, so much so that once the Hummer was parked in front of the hotel that Leon had rented for the night, he felt…lost.

“Tomorrow comes early,” he stated.

Chris shook his head in agreement. He knew soon, he would have to pack his bags and hop on another plane heading home, or rather to wherever the BSAA wanted to locate him. This short breather was all he was allowed. 

Feeling awkward with goodbyes, Leon reached for the door handle. 

“Thanks for the ride, big guy.”

Chris reached out and grabbed his shoulder, halting him.

“Take care, Leon. You have my number if you need me.”

And he did. At that moment, Leon felt noticed. Despite all his accomplishments, he felt like someone actually cared if he lived to fight another day. His heart raced and without much thought, he leaned into the vehicle and pressed his lips against Chris’.

The big man was a bit shaken, to Leon’s amusement, but he soon adapted and kissed him back. Neither of the two wanted to part, but not sure how far to take things, they did. Chris was speechless. 

“Maybe we'll see each other again soon,” Leon remarked with a grin. 

“Yeah…I hope,” Chris uttered. His heart was racing. 

With no more words between them, Leon tossed him a lazy wave and shut the door. His eyes met Chris for a brief moment, witnessing the big man smile before he backed up and drove away. He stood there a moment more, then took out his flask and poured the contents on the asphalt. 

Chris to him was like the sun. No, his warmth far exceeded that. Leon hoped that he understood just how hopeful for a bright future he had made him. 

[copiousloverofcopia]

I am honored to be able to share with you a commission that I did for the incredibly talented and wonderful @the-cardinale .

I'm still very much in shock that she wanted me to write for her, considering that she's literally to me one of the quintessential writers of this entire fandom.

Beth I love you so much and I have the deepest respect for you. I am so happy that you liked this piece.

I hope everyone else enjoys as well.

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Beauty in Chaos ❤️‍🔥

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The Papal suite had finally grown quiet. The mountains of toys and piled up dishes spread out across the parlor, and the faint sound of a children's show could be heard playing from the TV. You sat back against the couch, pulling off your glasses and letting out a sigh. Your eyes, aching from being overworked and your head, unfortunately, was following suit.

You massaged away at your temples. Simple, small strokes as you attempted to chip away at the tension. The aches and pains, a familiar yet uninvited guest in recent days. You had realized more and more, just how much work it was to be Prime Mover and wife to the first Emeritus son.

Your headspace was an amalgamation of the to do's and worry. Every waking moment felt like a never-ending pile up of responsibility and stress. You weren't depressed, as a matter of fact you were happier than you had ever been. It was more that this kind of happiness came with a cost—a cross to bear.

Sometimes the monotonous tasking, and endless chasing after your willful little one, made you tired in more ways than imaginable. At the end of the day you were always left feeling stripped bare, and tonight was like any other. As the night had arrived, the light from the sun slowly retreated from the courtyard and you had finally managed to get your child down to sleep. A welcome reprieve, one that had always come few and far between. His waking and sleep cycles, disrupted by the budding of teeth. Ones that insisted on triumphantly making themselves known.

You closed your eyes, releasing another breath, when you felt a comforting warmth on your shoulders. A familiar grip you instantly melted in, as you leaned back on your neck and looked up into your Papa’s mismatched eyes. “I see he has finally tuckered himself out.” Primo smiled, pressing his lips to your forehead.

“For the moment it seems.” you sighed, knowing that you’d be lucky to get an hour of down time. You loved your son so much, but the toddler years had proven themselves to be a beast. One that, the likes of which, even Hell itself couldn’t conjure. “Maybe I will finally get a moment to finally finish up the papers Sister Imperator had sent for me before he wakes–” you remarked, sniffling back before Primo interjected.

“Nonsense.” Primo hissed, “You will do no such thing. Tell me what troubles you? I feel the weight of your soul is heavy my blossom.”

“I have a bad headache and I haven’t been sleeping well, if at all…I–I am overwhelmed.” You blurted out, a bit ashamed for having admitted it. The tears, now slipping from the rims of your eyes. Primo pulled you around to face him. Holding you tightly in his embrace as you began to weep.

“There is no shame in feeling this way.” he promised you, his heart beating in your ear. His fingers, running through your hair, comforting you and soothing the headache that plagued you. You only wished your emotions could be more easily cured.

“Thank you…and I know, I just…I want to be able to help. To do everything that's asked of me. To take care of our child. To help the siblings and the Ministry as is my duty. Help you—but lately it all feels like it's crushing me under the weight of it. I love our life Primo, and I wouldn’t give it up for the world, but I just feel like I'm having a hard time wading through it all.” you cried, burying your face in his chest.

“Oh amore, listen to me. We are going to find something to help you unwind.” he insisted. You brought your head up to face him. Tears leaving a trail of waterproof mascara, which clearly had failed at its job. You wiped the wetness from your cheeks, gathering yourself together once more before continuing to speak.

“Primo I can’t, there is so much to do. I will never be able to get it all done if I don’t keep on it. I need to at least work on the papers tonight. Oh! And I just remembered I promised some of the sisters that I would help with new sibling orientation this week and I…”

“Sí, I understand…but do you hear yourself? You are going to work yourself so hard that there is nothing left to give, then what good are you to anyone that you wish to help? Allow me to help you relax, my petal." He said, pausing a moment before continuing on. "Would you grant this old withered soul an audience in your company? Just the two of us?”

“Oh my love, I want to…believe me I WANT to. I have missed you so much this past week...I just don't know. I miss our alone time.” you admitted, a reflexive smirk gracing your face as you recalled the many times this man had you climbing the heights of passion. The countless orgasms that had sent you to realms far beyond your own while under his lascivious spell.

“Then it's settled. I have already sent for Aether to come watch the piccolo for the evening. He'll take good care of him, while I help you remember the beautiful goddess that you are. One deserving a break.” Primo chuckled.

“Are you sure about that? Not concerned we may come back to find them both gnawing on furniture or the suite covered in drool?” you laughed.

“Not in the least. The ghoul can handle himself.” Primo insisted, trying his best to convince you, and himself he believed it. He was quick to convince you, always so effortless in his ways. So sweet and calming, like a mug of warm chamomile tea. His voice, able to unwind the stress of the day and his smile sending your heart aflutter in your chest. It still amazed you how he managed it.

How Primo could make those first butterflies you felt in the beginning, keep up their flight. The love felt between you both–so deep and passionate. Truly, had you not known otherwise, you would have thought it was black magic. Your husband had spoken, and always seemed to have your best interest at heart. Once Aeth had arrived, you gently kissed the red headed mop, you adored more than life itself, before the two of you bounded out to your favorite spot in the greenhouse.

You made your way down the path, laden with the gray-green foliage and beautiful pink flowers of the creeping thyme that surrounded the stepping stones. Hand in hand, you carefully traversed the grounds until you came upon the sanctuary of your destination. The stars in the sky, beginning to peek out from the clouds above as you walked inside. You entered first, feeling the intense warmth and the smell of the herbs, and Primo’s freshly potted geraniums, filling your senses.

Only a moment passed before you heard the telltale latch of the door from behind you and the small click of the lock. The smell and sounds, sending a smile to your lips and hellfire through your veins. The heat, settling in your belly as the anticipation built up for what was to come.

You headed for the table in the far back, which sat beside a pair of chairs just outside the door to Primo’s storage closet. As you passed through the rows and rows of plants, all carefully tended to by Papa and the siblings, you remembered when you were once just another of the flock. Helping to manage the garden, when you first laid your eyes on Primo. Singing gently to his plants, as he helped encourage them to grow. Many found the practice foolish, often snickering or having a chuckle at your Papa’s expense. You, however, found it endearing. Your heart, opening to him from that moment forward.

When you reached the table, you gathered up the discarded empty seed packets and muddy gardening gloves. Setting them off to the side, as you cleared a space for yourself. “You know I have asked them so many times to clean up after themselves you’d swear they were all still children.” Primo groaned, watching you clear things off.

“I am sure they meant no harm Papa.” you said, stepping out of your panties, bundling them up and tossing them to the side. Your breathing, already heavy. The heat of your core rising as his gaze fell upon you. Your skin, responding as if he was somehow able to touch you with only a look.

“You are breathtaking, you know this?” Primo asked you, “Inside and out."

“Is that so?” You said as you hopped up on the table, knocking off a terracotta pot onto the floor. “Oh shit.” You exclaimed, staring a only a moment at the mess, your eyes immediately returning to Primo for his response. Normally your husband would be remiss not to pick it up, but tonight there were more pressing matters to attend to.

“I am very sure.” he assured you as he approached, discarding the chasuble and trying hard to undo the buttons of his shirt. He fumbled around with them, his hands struggling to free each button despite his eagerness.

“Here, allow me.” You smiled, Primo’s brow cocked, welcoming your help as his hands rested upon the tops of your thighs. His thumbs rubbing against you.

“What did this old man ever do to deserve you?” he asked, gathering up your dress in his fists before his mouth descended on your neck. Kissing along your pulse points. Leaving blush colored marks in his wake.

“Just being you Papa. That’s all.” you moaned as you helped finish off the last of the buttons. His bare chest peeked out from behind the fabric. You couldn’t resist running your fingers through his chest hair, nails gently scraping the skin as he let out a moan.

“Sacrificherei la mia anima a qualsiasi cosa Dio possa averla, per trascorrere l'eternità dentro di te.” Primo purred against your skin. “Let me see you as Lucifer intended.” he begged, his own breathing hastened as you felt the swell of his cock press against your thigh.

You pulled your dress over your head, now naked before him. He helped to guide you backward, laying you down on the bare spot you cleared while minding the rest of the potted plants. He ran his hand up your thighs, brushing deviously light over where you desperately needed his touch. Climbing over your stomach, before resting his hand gently over your breast.

He kneaded it gently, enjoying the feel of you filling his hand. His fingers tugged gently at the peak of your nipple. Rolling his thumb over it to tease. You could feel his cock against you, his own need for you growing. Your blood, pumping faster and faster within your veins. You swallowed back the knot in your throat as you waited—aching to be touched.

“Oh Primo, please.” you begged, needy and ready. You felt his fingers enter you. The slow glide of them inside, making you bite down on your lip to hold back a moan. You couldn’t be that easy on him, letting him know that even just the simplest of his touches set you on fire. Though you were sure deep down he already knew. “That feels so good.” you cooed, giving into your sensations as he curved up his fingers into the delicate bundle of nerves he knew made you keen.

“Oh sweet Satanas, you are so wet for me already.” Primo groaned, his own need beginning to fluster him.

“Always.” you muttered. His hand worked you effortlessly to orgasm. Your hips rocking in time with his movements and his detailed attention to your clit made quick work of you. You writhed on the table, already feeling the sweat pooling on the small of your back and drenching inside of your thighs.

Primo pulled back his hand, gently falling to his knees before you. He minded his aching joints as he got into a comfortable position on the floor. His calloused fingers tracing up along your thighs once again. The feel of it, only serving to fuel your hunger. Your insides throbbing at the promise of him inside you.

“Papa, I don’t know if I can wait much longer.” you told him, half begging, the other half teasing.

“You won’t need to wait long amore.” Primo assured you. You rolled your head, side to side, feeling so incredibly so warm. Unsure if it was the greenhouse, your first orgasm, or the intense need to have another. You didn’t have time to decide, as Primo's fingers pressed into the moist flesh of your thighs, slowly opening them, allowing him to see how much you desired him, how much you’d already given up for him.

“I assure you I am just as ready my blossom and I will earn every last drop.” Primo hummed against your thigh, his tongue slithering up to meet with your exposed, tender flesh. He wasted no time in tasting you. Like a full bodied wine, he savored you with every flick and broad stroke of his tongue. Your hips raised off the table, rolling against his mouth as he tasted you.

Tending to your body in ways only he could, like his most cherished of his flowers. He worked meticulously to watch you bloom. Knowing exactly when and where you needed to be touched. He worked you over, slurping and curling his tongue between your folds and gently sucking on the bud of your clit.

You felt yourself throbbing inside, growing closer and closer to your second orgasm. Unable to keep your hands off Primo's head as he pleasured you. "Mmm…" you moaned, your hips rising up once again. The scent of sex not mingling with the smell of the earth that lingered around you from the spilt over plant.

"That's it my petal, allow me to devour youm show you that you are worthy." Primo growled as his mouth returned to you. Between his words and the feel of him, you quickly were there at the precipice once again.

"Oh Papa, I'm going to cum." You managed to get out, breath shaky and legs beginning to shake against the top of Primo's shoulders. He watched you in all your glory, delighted as you came undone. Your body released against his mouth, flooding it with the sweet taste of you.

"Non c'è niente di più dolce del nettare che sgorga da dentro di te." He purred, taking one last lap of his tongue through your folds before attempting to stand up. You admired his resilience. Despite his age, he had always managed to take on the constitution of a younger man when it came to worshiping you. You pulled yourself up on your elbows, Primo basking in the beauty of post-climactic you. His smile turned delvish as he allowed his eyes to crawl over you.

"I need you." You confessed, laid out before him. Primo leaned in, kissing your breast and taking your nipple into his mouth. The pleasure eliciting a moan from within you as your hands slid around his neck. Holding him close against your breast as you felt him lining his cock up with your entrance.

"I need you too–" he groaned, breaking the seal around your nipple and pushing himself inside you. Slowly and mercifully, your body conformed easily to his girth. Every nerve pressed deliciously, with every inch descended. Your walls, encapsulating him as he carefully seated himself fully inside.

He stood still, watching as you shifted around beneath him, so full but begging for friction between you. "Primo please." You mewled as he took a handful of each of your hips—squeezing tightly.

"As you wish." He smiled, rearing back only to slide back in slowly. Finally giving you the movement as friction you craved. He continued his movements over and over again. Brushing tightly along your soft insides, making you lose yourself in the moment.

You loved sex with your husband. His sinful talents, knowing no limit, but there was something even more sensual when he took his time. Maybe it was because he loved you, but then it always did. Maybe it was because you felt it more fully now than you had in week you couldn't be sure.

He was truly making love with you, worshiping you, showing you that all the universe and everything in existence mattered only because you were in it. This—this was the exact thing you needed. The slow and intentioned thrusts of his pelvis pressing hard against you. His cock pounding over and over against your most sensitive of spots.

You wrapped your legs around him, guiding his movements. Primo's breathing, hard and ragged. His mouth falling open as he fucked into you. Lifting you up off the table as he continued his ministrations. Your fingers scraping at his back as the pleasure enveloped you.

It wasn't long before he had you seeing stars. Your orgasm tearing through you like a soul being ripped from the mortal plane. Intense and incredible, holding on tight to his back as you trembled with your release. Feeling Primo's lips pressed into your shoulder as he continued to move.

He too was overcome. Feeling your body hug tightly to him with each and every thrust. He began muttering, under strained whines, in Italian. Singing praises for you as he began to release. His cock, kicking deep inside you, filling you full of his seed.

Primo fell limp against you, both of you spent and content. You pulled up his face to look at you. "Era proprio quello di cui avevo bisogno." You sighed, Primo smiling at the ease in which you spoke his native tongue.

"Good, because I have a feeling I will be paying for that for a few days." He laughed. Both of you, deliciously happy as he brushed your mess of hair back from your face. His eyes filled with love and admiration.

"There is no one else I would rather be in the chaos with other than you my love." You smiled.

"Ah sí, but what beautiful chaos it is."

Notes:

Sacrificherei la mia anima a qualsiasi cosa Dio possa averla, per trascorrere l'eternità dentro di te.- I would sacrifice my soul to whatever God may have it, to spend eternity inside you.

Non c'è niente di più dolce del nettare che sgorga da dentro di te.- There is nothing more sweet than the nectar that pours from within you.

Era proprio quello di cui avevo bisogno- That was just what i needed.

[kekeandherrpgs]

Wanted to delve a bit more into Bhavan today regarding my canon (for him) regarding the Dark Urge

This is still a work in progress (and could change later) but,

After killing his (foster) parents and his wolf, Ash, due to the Dark Urge taking over his body for the first time when he was a teen, Bhavan spent a good portion of his life trying to find a cure for his “curse”

The longer he searched, and the more he found himself either struggling not to kill, or ended up killing people (again because of the Dark Urge), the more depressed, panicked, and eventually numb (in a defeated sense/what’s the point of fighting anymore) he became. He also started seeing himself as a monster and began isolating himself in the hopes that he could avoid hurting people

It helped that he was a Druid and that his parents were nomadic druids so he knew how to live away from civilization

Somehow though, he ended up at the Bhaal cult and the Dark Urge had fully taken over him; at this point he was around 186 (again he is 199 when Jyothika meets him). At the time there had been a sick sense of relief—to the part of him that was still left/still “awake”—having an answer as to why he wanted to always kill. He was the son of the god of murder. He thinks, there literally wasn’t much he could have done to save himself. And he didn’t see a point in fighting if it was “the will of a god”

One thing his time with Jyothika and the rest of the party does to him is help him realize that yeah you can defy the gods? And yeah, there is always a way to fight them?

It also helps that he’s not isolated anymore and he’s with people who not only care about him but will “kick his ass back into sense” if the dark urge does try to take over him

Not remembering his past (and the brain damage causing the dark urge to have a less firm chokehold on him) also does wonders for his sense of self and confidence in expressing himself too

I’m still figuring this out, but his relationship with Orin was that of a sibling relationship. He saw himself as Orin’s big brother/Uncle. I imagine he arrived at the cult when Orin was still a kid, maybe a few months after she killed her mother? So he tried his best to be a protective familial figure for her despite being stuck in a murderous state of being.

This did not work unfortunately one) because of Saverok, especially since, as Orin got older, Saverok wanted Bhavan to be “even closer” to Orin, much to Bhavan’s disgust. And two) because Bhavan was stuck in a murderous state of being/permanently as the Dark Urge

Eventually he began distancing himself from Orin/snapping at her anytime she tried to approach him. This added to her already brewing resentment and jealousy of him. Which of course led to her eventually betraying him and the events that led him to being on the ship and not remembering who he is

(Also putting this here, cause it might get asked due to how often I symbolize him as a wolf, no he’s not a cannibal. I know its canon in game for the Dark Urge, but no cannibal trait for Bhavan thank you very much)

[everythingseasoning]

hello! i have questions for you i’m wondering about! you can answer them if your comfortable ^.^

what are your pronouns?

do you have a favorite drink?

pet peeves?

do you have any talents?

what song is on repeat now?

what got you into jjk?

are you in a relationship?

any allergies?

favorite color?

HELLO ! I LOVE QUESTIONS !!! (I’m very excitedly typing)

Pronouns - she/they! Lately one of my profs has been referring to me as “she” and … well … it doesn’t feel quite right, but for me personally I don’t care that much if people use she/her towards me. Sometimes I refer to myself as she and it’s totally good in the moment. Sometimes I don’t feel like a she. So she/they works!

Favorite Drink - I only really like water with my meals, or possibly green tea. I love sipping on sugary drinks when I crave that (i take very tiny sips and the drink lasts forever), but never ever do I drink anything like that with meals. I will also drink black tea with coffee creamer when I’m feeling like I need dopamine HAH. Drinking coffee or matcha unfortunately makes my body and brain feel wonky. I can’t focus and it’s like I’m in a state of numbing anxiety. Don’t like it. But l still, on occasion, will drink either.

Pet peeves - Mean people when existing near me. Narrow minded & judgmental people when existing near me. People who walk NEAR ME when they could walk further away, (I think I have a personal space need). People who reject others without engaging in discussion and critical thinking (a lesson for us all). When somebody isn’t emotionally intelligent and doesn’t try to be better. When somebody can’t break things down and explain a concept *and they’re a teacher* for fucks sake. When people don’t care about the wellbeing of kids and adolescents. When people don’t care about the wellbeing of another human regardless of age.

Talents - Yes, but the one I’m thinking about shall stay a secret because it’s not a very common skill and I don’t wanna give too much away. Other talents I can talk about… Well, many liberal arts teachers/professionals who meet me and get to know me more, say that I’d be a good psychologist. Oh. A talent I’ve had since I was little: understanding cats. HAHHA. (I was that weird kid who was lost in her own head when she was little, and I hissed at people)

Fav song atm - Strangely enough no song has been on repeat lately! That is unusual though. Try asking again another time, I’ll have an answer for ya

What Got Me Into JJK - Honestly, the hype around JJK is what led me to it AND kept me sticking around. I was seeking something to cure my depression (anime won’t do that, but it can certainly help but you also have to get consistent sunlight, socialization, feed your mind, body, soul, too), and I kept hearing about Jujutsu Kaisen. So I thought WOW this must be a really good one! The thing is that for me, with most anime it takes time for me to feel hyped about it… even with AOT, and AOT is goated… So for JJK, while I laughed A LOT in season 1, I also just felt underwhelmed. I did stick around though, because the fandom kept showing up on my timeline, and it was nice to feel like I was a part of something (seeing everybody simp over characters made me wonder what there was to this show that I was possibly missing out on), because at the time I really wasn’t doing well. It’s embarrassing to admit but it wasn’t until I started talking about it and listening to other people talk when I started seeing the nuance to JJK, and I began to appreciate it. (Don’t watch anime while half asleep and expect to walk away with an understanding of what’s going on…) I also really wanted to understand what others saw in JJK for them to hype it up so much.

Relationship? - No. Do I want romance? Yeah. Will I let myself be in a relationship anytime soon? Highly unlikely. I’ve got a lot of healing & growing to do before I can be a good partner.

allergies? - hurtful people who do stupid things and have zero interest in anyone but themselves (not to say I don’t pity them or have sympathy and empathy for them. I do. But I’m also allergic to them). Oddly enough, I was genuinely allergic to a certain leafy green as a kid. Outgrew that though! thank god haha

Favorite colour - I can’t choose! They each have their own beautiful feel to them. If I had to choose, I’d say green :) with yellow undertones, not blue undertones, though that’s also very pretty (if you’re an artist or take a basic art class with colour involved, ykwim).

Any more questions? Feel free to ask! Loved answering this :) Thank you so much for hopping into my inbox 🩷

[aita-blorbos]

Am I the asshole for having a crush on my gal-pal?

Ok, so like, I (26F) have a Huge crush on my bestie (??F, probs like, early twenties) that I'll call 'eeny'.

I met eeny while she was working her sad minimum wage job, and we quickly became the bestest gal pals!! She's a bit depressed, and she has a habit of being pr vague at specific questions- but she's SUPER hot so idgaf.

So like, here's the thing. I have a teeny winsy little habit of luring people over for sex, and then like, killing and cooking+eating bits of their flesh before dumping the rest of the body off. You could call it a quirky hobby of mine-

and I got the idea to give my bestie one of my 'home meals' to help with her weird bummed out attitude. I mean, what else cures sad better than a nice lovingly made meal?? I Did tell her it was venison because like, normally people don't respond well to being told they're eating human flesh. She loved it!!!

Unfortunately, a couple months later she happened to find the current body in my People Freezer and freaked tf out, I kinda thought she was over reacting but I did really want our soon to be relationship to work so I tried to come up with a good excuse she'd like- but this girl Knocked me out!!!!! With my own bat!! And so like, I was arrested. Which totally sucked.

But she did end up visiting me in prison! Tho she was like, weirdly mad at me?? Said i was crazy (I'm quirky, ok.) Manipulative (whaaaa???) Cannibalistic murderer (i mean.. yeah true but she said it with such a nasty tone :(() and that I betrayed her trust. I honestly had very little to say to all of that, and she asked me if I had anything to say before she left forever.

I kinda slipped out with the " I'm in love with you" line...

She got this exhausted and frustrated look on her face, like she just ran a year long marathon and I just asked her a stupid impossible math question and she's been gone for months now and now I'm starting to get worried-

Am I the asshole??

[rainbowkirby]

Mortal Kombat Bloodline Episode 6 : Corrupted Forest of the Dead

After a traumatic Event of Master Leo's Death in now the phantom Forest has Fallen, Shimmer is Very Devastated and Depressed. But not long before he realize that it's time to for him to move on and focus on Saving Earthrealm including LiuKang's Timeline. But the same time, Shimmer is taking one step out of time to Get over his Traumatic experience with Master Leo's Death.

Shimmer: MasterLeo is a great Man, he taught me how to create peace. But Now since he's Gone, I have nothing....

Alastor: Shimmer, I'm so sorry, Spectrum and I did everything we can to save him. But it's too late.

Shimmer: It's not Your Fault... Mantro is the one who is responsible for my Master's Death. I will never Forgive him. I never felt so betrayed by him. and I....I ....never felt so mad and upset.....it it hurts......

Spectrum: I know, and you have every right be upset. I would be too if anything bad happeneds to my friends.

Shimmer: I wish It wouldn't been like this because of Mantro..now I'm Scared and I don't know what to do.

Alastor comfort Shimmer and told him that everything will be okay.

Alastor: Shimmer, I know it's hard, believe me, I know, but don't let Mantro Bother you. It happens to us too with my family. Including my father Havik.

Spectrum: Wait, WHAT!!?? Havik??

Alastor: (Sigh Sadly) Not the Havik that you think of. He is not the Titan.

Spectrum: So if your father is not the Titan, then what he is exactly?

Alastor: He's a Chaos Realmer, His real name is Loki.

Spectrum:Loki?

Alastor: When a Titan Havik was Ruler of Chaos Realm and taking over a timeline in 30 years ago. He is the one who Saved their people's lives and getting away from the Titan Havik in long time ago. But Titan Havik pushed Loki off the Cliff to the center of Chaos Realm. Luckily he's still alive, thanks to the other Chaos Realmer who lives in the center of the Chaos realm that who saved him from drowning. Ever since Titan Havik defeated, things are peaceful and then he's now the emperor and he has Dairou, he is the son of Havik. Me and Splinter was a orphan since we were toddlers, we were born with Auto immune, mutant illness and condition because our chromosome is Different. Thanks to ShangTsung experimenting us. Then luckily Loki save me and my little brother Splinter and defeat ShangTsung. So that's why Loki adopted us and become a family, and accept that who we are.

Spectrum: So, your Havik Dad is not a threat after all.

Alastor: No, he's not, Luckily Chaos Realmer is no longer a Threat because Titan Havik is no longer existed.

Spectrum: How long, You and Shimmer knows Each other.

Shimmer: Since, when they we were little, MasterLeo and Jerrod helping Alastor and Splinter to cure the illness with Loki and Dairou. Loki also wants to Protect them In Chaos Realm to be safe so That way The Deadly Alliance won't find them.

Spectrum: Oh, I see, Damn I wouldn't Thought the multiverse in different timelines gets so confusing sometimes.

Shimmer: we All got confused. Spectrum. It happens.

Later they checked to see if there a Bloom Telesman but unfortunately it's gone. Shimmer Realized that Mantro is responsible for all this Mess.

Shimmer: No, The bloom Telesman is gone, Mantro must be took it. We have to find it.

Spectrum: Shit. Didn't seen that coming.

Shimmer: Come on, we need to go to the Empress Palace. Shit without the bloom Telesman, were Doomed.

Meanwhile, Mantro has a Bloom Telesman. Mantro went to the hourglass to see Sinister.

Mantro: Finally, for so long I've been waiting for the Madness of Agony. It is time to revive a Son of Kronika.

Sinister: Indeed, For so Long I want Shinnok to have a chance to have a Hourglass. Eventually Shinnok will now become a Titan.

Mantro: This will be exciting, it's been a pleasure to serve him.

Sinister using his Dark Magic and Mantro using a Bloom Telesman and Shinnok Amulet to combine their dark magic to Revive Shinnok back to Life. And finally Shinnok is now Alive back to life.

Shinnok: Where am I?

Mantro: Greetings, Shinnok, it's been a long time. Iv been waiting to wanting to revive you back to life so you'll become a Titan. Sinister banished Liu Kang and the other titans as well. So not to Worry it at least.

Shinnok: Excellent, Mantro, for so very Long since I want to touch the hourglass.

Sinister: Should you doom them all and start over?

Shinnok: No not necessarily, I want to turn the whole realm into Agony in the future including the shadow realm invasion and Netherealm invasion again so I can watch em burn them all and tearing it apart.

Mantro: Even Better, I like that.

Shinnok: Sinister ,Mantro, Come join me so we can all turn the world into Agony together.

So Mantro and Sinister is Happily Obeying Shinnok and use the Hourglass with their Dark magic.

Meanwhile in the forest Shimmer and his allies walking through a Corrupted Forest to try to find the ways to go to get out of the forest.

Shimmer: No, this can't be, we're lost. And I don't even know how to use Master Leo's Magic Staff.

Spectrum: try to gently shake it a little bit.

Shimmer: no that's not how it works. Shit, I don't know what to do. Theres no why I.....

Suddenly the magic Staff Glows and show em which way. Shimmer Realized that the magic Staff chose Shimmer after Master Leo's Death. The magic Staff lights up And Surrounding Shimmer's body. Shimmer's light magic can finally Upgraded so that means his magic is getting stronger. Master Leo Soul came out of Shimmer's Chest and Shimmer saw a Soul of Master Leo so he can communicate.

Shimmer: MasterLeo?

MasterLeo(soul): I am glad you save my soul, Shimmer, my magic has finally chose you because your the only one That who is Loyal to Peace to Protect Earthrealm.

Shimmer: I can't believe it that save your soul from Mantro. So I can protect your soul, Your were right all along.

MasterLeo(soul): Shimmer, there something I want to tell that it's important.

Shimmer: What is it?

MasterLeo(soul): I was a Demi God, and now Eventually youll become one too..

Shimmer: A Demi God?....

MasterLeo Soul flew back to Shimmer's Chest. And now shimmer realized that he did the right thing to do. But suddenly the dark steams Came by and Spawn the Undead monster. So they finally realized that Mantro has Already taking over the Hourglass.

Shimmer: Oh No, Guys we have to get out of here.

Spectrum: What is it?

The undead monster and Zombies is here to attack them.

Shimmer: RUN!!!!

So they ran as fast as they can to Find Some place to Hide. Spectrum using a Reaper spear to kill The Undead, Spectrum killed 5 undead Monster. Alastor use katana sword to kill more 10 Undeads and Shimmer use a Magic Staff to Kill 5 of them as well.

Spectrum: Holy Shit Guys....I Did it..Hahaha! yes!! Take that You Brain eating Basterds.

But unfortunately there's more coming.

Spectrum: Oh Shit.

Alastor: Now What?

Shimmer: We have to go, there's no way we can kill this many of em.

So they have no choice but continuing running until they have some place to hide. Luckily Three of them Found a building that they can hide. And they are finally safe.

Spectrum: Holy Fuck that was a Close one.

Shimmer: where are we?

Spectrum Turns on the light and their in now in ShangTsung's Laboratory. Alastor had a bad feeling that they are not safe here.

Alastor: Shit, Were in ShangTsung's Laboratory.

Shimmer: That's Impossible, there's no way.

Spectrum: Were Doomed.

But luckily ShangTsung is not here, instead Erron Black Showed and Decided wanted to Join Shimmer and the others.

Erron: Not for Long, Partner. ShangTsung is not here.

Spectrum is happily to see him again

Spectrum: Holy Shit!! I knew you finally come to join us. So I thought your on the side with Kano.

Erron: Nah I don't Join the bastards who wants to turn to World into Agony. Besides it gives me Bad Vibes. I was wrong about trusting Kano and Quan Chi.

Spectrum: so you feel like the same way too, huh.i I guess I'm not the only one.

Shimmer: I'm glad for you to join us, it's been a blessing since you finally realized what it's coming. Mantro, He killed my Master and stool the bloom telesman.

Erron: Yep, that too. So he can Revive Shinnok. And I guess that what he said.

Spectrum: Which he Already Did.

Alastor: and of Course, he brainwashed my father and turn into a puppet. (Sigh)

Spectrum: Did he, holy shit. I'm sorry to hear that.

Alastor: he's still Alive, but he's been Possessed by his dark magic so he can Serve The Emperor Shao Khan. "Sigh" without my father, my life would fall apart.

In Flashback in 5 years Ago in Chaos Realm, its a Chaos festival were Chaos Realmer can Celebrate. Jerrod Mileena Tanya Kitana and MasterLeo went to Havik's Palace for the first time.

Mileena: So, Are you nervous about seeing Loki?

Jerrod: A little, but at least he's not Dangerous. I just Never been to Chaos Realm in ages since Titan Havik defeated.

Mileena: I'm not gonna lie, Chaos Realm is not the same. It's more calm.

Kitana: it does, it's not as Bad then last time.

Jerrod: yes indeed.

Tanya: Im a bit nervous about it. It's been a long time. It's not the same as I thought it would be. I'm think it should be fine.

Suddenly Mantro arrived to see Jerrod. But Jerrod is not happy about it.

Mantro: Well, Well. I didn't expect you came to Chaos Realm.

Jerrod: what do you want, Sorcerer? Here to threaten me again?

Mantro: (chuckle) not only that, but I'm here for three of you to join me.

Jerrod: No! Never Again...You want QuanChi to revive me just to use me as Ermac...

Mantro: Too bad your Wife Died. And She won't Save you now.

Mileena: How dare you talk to my father like that about my mother?! You leave him Alone!

Kitana and Tanya try to calm Mileena down.

Kitana: Calm Down, Mileena.

Mantro chuckle and laughing at Mileena.

Mantro: Really, do you call yourself a empress?

Jerrod: Don't Talk to her like that, She's my daughter! You have no right to Harass Her.

MasterLeo: Do you think you have to right to disrespect the Empress?

Mantro: where is your little partner?

MasterLeo: he's in the wu shi academy in Earthrealm.

Mantro: Just remember, Leo. Shao should be the one who should rule. Not the Bratty Bitch who turns into a Terrifying beast.

MasterLeo: that's enough.

Mantro started laughing and giving a Smirk. A moment later Jerrod and his family went the Chaos Palace to see Havik and his Son.

Havik: Greetings Jerrod. It's good to see you again. I see your brought your daughters with you

Mileena: Your highness it's nice to meet you. I'm the empress Mileena.

Havik: it's been a blessing to meet you.

Kitana: I'm surprised that the Chaos Realm are not the same as Last time, which is Great.

Havik: Indeed Princess Kitana.

Havik introduced his Three sons. Dairou Alastor and Splinter.

Havik: This is my son Dairou, and my 2 Adopted Sons Alastor and Splinter.

Dairou: it's nice to See you all.

Havik: Come, I want to Show you something.

Havik brings Jerrod and his Daughter to go to the Garden of Chaos. To show Jerrod that there is a little pound that he can able to use a Soul to communicate with them.

Havik: do you have your Mother's Soul?

Jerrod: Yes

MasterLeo shows Jerrod how to use His wife Soul so Jerrod and his Daughter to communicate.

Kitana Mileena: mother?

Sindel (soul):My Daughters. It's been a Blessing to see you Again.

Jerrod: Sindel, My Love. I would of thought that I can communicate you as a Soul.

Sindel: Gladly MasterLeo taught you well.

Mileena: Mother, We Miss you so much. You've done everything for us including me.

Sindel: I am proud of you Mileena. You gone so far to become a great empress. And Kitana you done so well with protecting her as well. I love you all so much.

Mileena Jerrod and Kitana having tears of joy.

Then her soul went back to Jerrod's Chest.

Jerrod: Wow, Loki. That's Amazing how you do that.

Havik: Thanks to Master Leo. It was his Idea.

MasterLeo: Yes it is.

Later at The Festival the Chaos Realm having fun enjoying the celebration they are Dancing. The little kids enjoying the fun including Adult. There's Chaos Realmer enjoying making music and enjoying a Royal feast Buffet, Drinking Wine and playing Games. Playing sand bag games and more. Some of Havik playing Guitar and other things and tonight it's A Chaos festival. Mileena having a date with Tanya looking at the Stars.

Mileena: it's Beautiful, isn't it Tanya?

Tanya: it does. It's been so long since we have each other.

Splinter and his friend Wishbone and Gecko Enjoying a feast and eating Fish, Crab Lobster and other seafood so fast because they are hungry. Havik tries to slow Splinter down and telling him to use his manners.

Havik: Splinter, Use your Manners, please.

Splinter:(" gulp") Sorry Dad, I can't help it that I'm eating.

Alastor: you seriously gonna eat all that? Your gonna get sick.

Splinter: Dude, my Stomach fill with Acid and Venom combined. That's why I'm Hungry.(While eating)

Havik: please, don't talk when your mouthful.

Splinter: you chew with your mouth open too.

Havik: I'm a Chaos Realmer.

Splinter: So am I.

Alastor: "Chuckle" He do have a point.

Kitana: thank for inviting us. You mainly don't want to be Bothered.

Havik: I use to, because I was being overprotective with my Sons, I'm just insecure about my looks. But now, I just wanna to have this opportunity to have a party this year.

Kitana: of course.

Jerrod: you did a fantastic Job Raising them.

Havik: We are not perfect but we love each other just the way we are.

Kitana: I agree. It's Beautiful at night. I love the way that everything is Glowing in the dark.

Havik: Ever since Titan Havik defeated our place is now peaceful.

Suddenly Mantro here even he's not invited.

Alastor: Whos is that Guy?

Kitana: that is Mantro, we don't trust him. The way how he talks to my sister is Cruel. Not only that but he has Suspicious. My father told me That Mantro wants QuanChi to use his dark magic to turn my father into Ermac.

Alastor: I can tell his eyes is pure evil, Thats explains it.

Dairou Enjoy drinking Wine with Syzoth and Baraka.

Mantro arrived and started to threaten Dairou.

Dairou: I'm so proud of myself for pasting Test with my Dad. One day if I succeed more test I'm gonna be the General of the Chaos Realm to protect the Throne and my Family besides no one is gonna stop me.

Mantro: Don't let your Dreams Fool you.

Dairou: Excuse me?

Mantro: you heard me, you never know what's in the future. So You better be careful what you wish for.

Dairou: what are you talking about?

Mantro: Do you really think you can able to succeed your Dreams. I don't believe your fantasy. Your fantasy don't Exist. Become a General to protect your Family in the Palace... please...What if you'll become a biggest failure and what if you can't able to protect your Family? Guess what...that's not reality.

Splinter came to standing up for Dairou.

Splinter: Look, buddy. This conversation doesn't include you. So you might wanna stay out of it. Unless you want to say excuse me.

Mantro: is that anyway to treat a Stranger? (To Splinter)

Splinter: if it's necessary I would, the way how you you treat my brother.

Alastor tries to break it up.

Alastor: Splinter, please don't. Go play with your friends, okay?

Splinter: I just wanna to protect him.

Alastor: I know, but don't get yourself involved.

Dairou: Just go ill deal with him.

Splinter and Alastor walk away while Mantro is threatening Dairou.

Mantro: just letting you Dairou. You are nothing but a Fool. You may be a Great fighter in Kombat but you are not the Smartest and the Strongest. Too bad that eventually the Kombat will be your last fight.

Dairou: You don't know me, Sorcerer and you don't know what you talking about. I Won many Kombat in Chaos Realm, just to push myself so I can be a general and a Couch to teach my siblings how to defend ourselves.

Mantro: Siblings? Really? They are nothing but Spoiled rotten brats, just like you.

Dairou: Excuse me?.... Spoiled rotten Brats?....My Father and I rescue Them when they were toddlers. It wasn't their fault. They are born different, their Chromosome are Different. We rescued them from the Fucking Flesh Pits that ShangTsung and QuanChi Trying to experiment on Them.

Mantro: They are nothing, but a Disgusting Rats filled with Disease. Half Human, Half Tarkatans and the other is a half Vaternion? They are Monstrosities, that they should've been Executed. Look at them. What you and your father don't realize that you raising a mutants.

Dairou: You son of a Bitch!!!

Dairou gets so angry and upset that he push Mantro through the table. Dairou also confront Mantro.

Dairou: Who the Fuck do you think you are? Trying to threaten my family? You can run your mouth at me all you want, but don't you ever run your mouth about my Brothers Ever Again you hear me??!!!

Mantro: you have no idea who you been Dealing with.

Dairou: Oh yes I do now!

Havik shows up and seeing what's going on with all this Mess. He saw Dairou trying to confront Mantro more but Havik Stopped Dairou.

Havik: That's Enough, Dairou!

Dairou turn around and look at Havik. Dairou started to feel embarrassed. There's people watching including the empress and the others watching them but luckily Mileena Kitana Tanya and Jerrod understood how Dairou feels and Dairou trying to explain him.

Dairou: Dad, I can.....

Havik: In the hallway, Now!

Mantro Smirks at Dairou and Havik is now embarrassed.

Dairou: (sigh)

Havik: Alastor, Shut it Down.

Alastor: Were sorry, about the fight. that is not what we have in mind and that is Embarrassing. We were truly sorry but the Festival is off. But don't worry. It will be next time and I promise you it won't happen again. Hopefully have a nice evening. (To all the people)

Havik: I am really truly Sorry, empress. I...

Mileena: Don't be....we can Always come back, besides not all festivals have to be perfect. I'm sure we had fun.

Kitana: Don't be to hard on yourself, no need to worry about it.

Jerrod: it's not your fault. The Sorcerer Mantro is the one who made Dairou angry.

Havik: Mantro, Why is he here? I don't trust him.

Jerrod: Neither do we, that's why your son is upset. So it wasn't Dairou's Fault. Mantro think that he can get away with everything.

Havik: He had a Audacity to make my son look bad. I see.....Ill go talk to him.

Jerrod: I Appreciate.

I moment Later Havik went to the Hallway to talk to Dairou.

Havik: What is your problem? Your embarrassing me in front of the the empress and the others. What drives you mad?

Dairou: I'm Sorry, Dad. It's just there's a Sorcerer is trying to threaten me to kill my brothers and he had a Audacity to running his mouth on me About them. It hurts it really does so that's why.

Havik: (sigh) I see......Jerrod was not wrong about it.

Dairou: But to be fair I know there's no excuse about ruining a festival. I guess my anger is really gets a best of me.(Starting Crying) (Ugh) I hate my life. (Dairou Punch a wall.)

Havik comfort Dairou to Calm him down.

Havik: Hey, Dairou, Relax, just calm down....I'm here...it's okay...

Dairou: I ruined everything.

Havik: Dairou, I don't care about the festival. I just wanna make sure your okay. The question is why didn't you come tell me?

Dairou: I thought I can strong enough to stand up for myself.

Havik: Dairou, you don't need to feel pressure about pushing your limits to be strong to protect the palace. We have each other. We protect each other. And you have every right to be upset about it, because your trying to protect your siblings. Next time just come tell me. Okay? I will always be there for you.

Dairou smiled

Dairou: thanks Dad.

Dairou and Havik hive each other a hug to setting down. Later everyone left accept for Mantro. Dairou and Havik return outside.

Alastor: hey, everything okay?

Splinter: Is he mad at you?

Dairou: Nope. I'm surprised he's not mad at me. I told him about what's going on but luckily, I guess Jerrod Told him about what happened.

Alastor: I'm glad that settles it. At least Dad understands about how you feel.

Dairou: Say the Least.

Splinter: Ugh I think ate too much,.I think I'm going to bed, I might having a food coma. "Burp" the food sure is hit the spot.(Yawn)

The next day Havik sits in the throne with Three servants. One pour a whine in the cup. One Who who gives a Chocolate Covered Bacon and chocolate Covered Strawberries and one fans on the emperor.

Havik: A chocolate Covered Bacon is quite Lovely.

Servant: thank you you highness.

Suddenly, Mantro came here and interrupted the Emperor's moment. Havik is not pleased about Mantro. Mantro is trying to threaten Havik. So Dairou peak to the door cracked open a bit. Alastor and Splinter joins Dairou as well.

Mantro: My Apologies, your highness. But I will not be tolerated by your Son Disrespect me. But other then That. I just wanna to say I appreciate our hospitality. As you will know..

Havik: "SILENCE!"

Mantro: Pardon me?

Havik: The Way how you insulted my Son like that is down right Unacceptable!

Mantro: excuse me?

Havik: You can Drop the Act, Sorcerer. I know what you were planning to do. You just gonna use me to be your Puppet with your Dark magic just like QuanChi does the same thing what he done to Jerrod. I will not be fooled by you.

Mantro: (chuckle) Well how Clever you are You Highness. I would of thought that you knew. Yes, of course I am, ever since the Titan Havik defeated. Why not be the same as him. Why not Obeying him in the first place.

Havik: I am nothing like him, and I am serve to no one. And I have every right to not to serve Evil like you. Not Even QuanChi, Shang Tsung, or Anyone Else.

Mantro: Titan Havik Told me that you betrayed him, because you refused to Obey him. You also sent your people Free. Titan Havik wants freedom too, you know.

Havik: he doesn't want freedom, he wants to burn all of us down. People want no part of it, so that's why I didn't want to join the Evil Titan in the first place.

Mantro: Really, Why is that.

Havik: Because I don't trust him. He's lying to all of us, so he can destroy us all and My people is been brainwashed by him. That's why I saved my people's lives before He can kill us all.

Mantro: Really, is that so?

Havik: you know Damn Well. Why do I Bother to deal with you. That you know that I'm about to lose my Patience?

Mantro: Because you're The emperor of Chaos. Why can't your world to be Anarchy?

Havik: because, I'm not interested, just because The Chaos Blesses Me, Doesn't mean it will be the same. I only use Chaos Magic just to protect my Realm.

Mantro: unfortunately, that's not How Chaos Work.

Havik: it doesn't have to be.......

Mantro: Ha! It will be and...

Havik: You're Just Using me to Serve you And I'm not your slave, Mantro! And you cannot make me. Will you excuse me I have my Children to take care of...

Mantro: Then Perhaps, I can negotiate.

Havik: I am not in the mood to negotiate.

Mantro: then you have no choice.

Havik: What more do you want for me. Mantro?

Mantro: you know exactly what I want.

Havik: Out of the Question, I don't make deals with you. I told you I want no part of it. So leave us alone.

Mantro: if you don't join me. Then I'll bring my allies to destroy your realm. And I will kill Your Mutant Brats if you don't Obey me.

Havik: Are you threatened me?

Mantro: To get my way...Yes....Your two Orphans that you rescued them. They are nothing but Spoiled Rotten Monstrosity Mutant Brats.

Havik: How Dare You!! You better not be planning to Assault my children, or I'll gonna bite your face off!! Now Get out of my Sight! Get Out!!!

Mantro: you don't scare me.

Havik: "HISS!!!! Get the fuck out of my Palace!!!! Guards, get him out of here!!!

The Royal Guards grabs Mantro and when out.

Mantro: just remember, the peace won't be last long.

Havik is so stressed out about Mantro putting too much pressure on him so Alastor Dairou And Splinter making sure he's okay. Havik's blood pressure is way to high.

Alastor: Dad, Are you Okay?

Havik: I'm fine....

Dairou: We need to tell Jerrod about this because that's was messed up.

Havik: yes it is, I need to calm down. before I'm gonna loose my mind.

Alastor: Just Calm Down. Your way too stressed out.......Just Don't let him bother you.

Splinter: Yeah. He's an asshole.....

Dairou: the way he threatening you.....it's Scares me...

In Now Alastor, Shimmer, Spectrum and Erron Wait until the sun's comes up.

Spectrum: How long did it take?

Shimmer: Until Day time.

Erron: Better safe and Sorry.

Alastor Discover ShangTsungs Lab looking at books and other personal things.

Alastor: So ShangTsung is been using us to experiment to turn us into his creation. Guys I found Something?

Shimmer: What is it?

Alastor: theres a security camera Video tape I wonder what's behind it.

So Alastor Spectrum Erron and Shimmer watch a Video Tape of ShangTsung, QuanChi and Mantro. There's a Video of the human turns in into a mutant. It was Mantro's Idea to turn a Human into a Monster.

Alastor: I knew It, and not only that, him and the deadly alliance using me and Splinter to turn us into a mutant but the experiment that what they did is fail, after we were born with different Chromosomes because we are different. Yes were born with Conditions, that's why their using us, to turn us into mutant, but because he have immune we both didn't turn into one.

Shimmer seeing ShangTsung's Drawing.

Shimmer: And he is drawing of his Creation to turn human into. It's not ShangTsung Idea. It's Mantro idea. He's the one who sent them up. Even the deadly alliance wants to join him.

Spectrum: It's pretty disgusting and disturbing if you ask me.

Shimmer walking through the trap door and he realized there is a secret Room.

Shimmer: Guys I think I found a Secret Room.

The rest of em saw it too. So they went down to the bottom. They went to most disturbing place. It's a Flesh Pit as a short cut. So they explore in the Flesh Pit underground and this place is terrifying.

Spectrum: What the hell is that Smell..

Erron: I could it been at a barbecue. Talk about reference am I right. Johnny Cage should be the one saying it as a Reference. I wish he was Here though.

Spectrum: I know Right.

Shimmer turns on the light of his magic Stuff.

Shimmer: okay, it's light en up. Just stay close it might a Trap Somewhere. You never know.

Spectrum: Alot more dangerous with no light one.

Suddenly there is a lonely old man in the dungeon his name is Shinujko and warns them not to be here.

Shinujko: your not supposed to be here...

Shimmer: what do you mean?

Shinujko: ShangTsung, he's Coming

Shimmer: What?

There is ShangTsung and he is here.

ShangTsung: You dare sneak to my lab?

Shimmer: You!!

To be Continue..

Next Episode: Poor Unfortunate Soul

[astro-naut9]

I know nothing about your OCs, so consider this a request for any infodumps about any characters you feel like talking about.

Educate me about your lil' guys.

OH BROOOTHHERRRR OK SO !!! PREPARE TO READ VERY CONFUSING STUFF !! and trigger warnings for mentions of self-sabotaging and anything related to it.

this is Francis Wry !!

They're 16 and they use he/she/they pronouns! Their identity is loosely based off of me but so are my other characters tbh. ANYWAY!! He's a very chaotic person but also very caring towards his friends (alex)! They love destruction and they also love peace, which makes his morals questionable. Francis will do anything for his wants, as long as it doesn't affect his friends at all. He will go through lengths for it (will include self sacrifices and world destruction). BUT!! overall, he's not too complicated to understand. jsut that friends > others

ANYWAY !! story time

Francis, was legally named Vanessa, was born in a poor family of three (including him). She spent her time ltierally working for her family. anyway, no, she did not live with peace when she was with her family. BUT, she did find a friend, Neil, when they were both 7 years old and then they grew up together cuz their family is friends with each other and they have the same hobbies. (unfortunately i dont have pics of them tgt) however, this did not cure francis' depression (she didnt know she had it), so yeah !! anyway, long story short she unalived herself by jumping off a building BUT GUESS WHAT !!!! SHE DIED, BUT SHE GOT REVIVED !! TO ANOTHER WOOOORRLLLDDD !!!

with that process, lets go to the revival thingy first.

in order for people to be revived, alien scientists grab their wandering souls in their planet and bring them outside the universe (to the multiverse) where a rogue sun and planet travel. The souls are then magically revived by a god who the alien scientists had held hostage (the god does not mind the reviving too much, however, he wishes for them to treat him kinder). ANYWAY, the aliens then take dna from the deceased bodies and put it in a cloning machine.

no, the scientists does not care who they revive. it is for the sake of experiment.

so, that implies Francis was taken as an experiment :3

niszen is the scientist in charge of him. they have some sort of sibling bond as the scientists are tasked to act very kind to the subjects as a manipulation tactic, so their relationship is either genuine or just a hoax. Anyway, you could tell what francis went thru with the experiments as it had always been painful and exhausting. then one day he couldnt take it anymore and js went batshit crazy. with the mix of other dnas mixed in his blood, his strength and abilities were a bit crazy. with that, francis escaped from his cell and went to the fuel room. he grabbed jugs of gasoline and poured it eevrywhere he went. the aliens had a room filled with stuffs that are alien to them which was where he found the match box. this then led to him burning down the laboratory, causing it to explode yada yada. (there are details i didnt include because it will take this very long)

then he proceeded to live in the wild. since the planet, Astrylis, was made for the preference of different species, the woods was js like the woods from the Earth. anyway, he lived there for like 2 weeks until a grandma saw him and then helped him with ways and stuff. then he was exposed to the outside world after 4 months of in denial.

then he met uhh Alex!!

alex was 14 when they were 13 !! then they uh became best friends for 4 years (present time, which is 6036). anyway, i actually have no more to add unless im asked about specific things auuughgh but

anyways here are some of the uhh arts w them :33

i have more ocs but,, idrk,, i cant seem to describe some stuff without the questions beign specific for some reason??? but hey i hope i did give u a little about my guy here !!

[littlenighttales]

Live thoughts of E6 of The Sounds of Nightmares. As always, expect spoilers for that. Edits in parenthesis if I decide to do any, etc etc.

Spoiler warning over let’s goooooo!

The Lonely Way

Gee, guys, way to make even the title depressing. Are we going to the Maw this week?

Also crinkling noises. Otto eating candy?

Otto: “Brain machine broke”

Noone: “Understandable, have a nice day.”

Apparently Noone disappeared for a lot longer than she normally did. Otto feels powerless, so he clearly needs some AA batteries.

Otto planning to use Noone to bring out the Ferryman now. Abusing his power to do so, sounds like. Noone is clearly angry at him.

The tumor has the poor girl worried. Otto slips and let’s Noone know the Ferryman’s name. Tantrum time.

Science talk that I don’t understand, cool, cool. Noone doesn’t understand either. Nice.

Otto being insistent on candy and this plan, forcing her into both. Naturally. Still a bit peeved at him over last week, so obviously Noone would be.

Dream time!

Armless and faceless mannequins. Did the Lady’s mannequins have arms? Lot of fancy clothes.

Pink tutu and shoes, yellow raincoat. And a puppet.

Yellow raincoat draws Otto’s attention. Liking my theory that CiCi= that girl in yellow raincoat from the paintings. Possibly Raincoat Girl? Six didn’t get hers until after being taken to the Nowhere.

Spying through a keyhole. New mannequin. Not sure what to make of this, might be unique location as the others have been. Could be in LN3, maybe. Maybe even 4.

The Nowhere curing Noone, as we knew from a few episodes ago. Unfortunate sacrifice.

Science talk from Otto, for Otto.

Time for the realm of nightmares.

They’re together in dreamland. Neither can see. Like most nights of sleep, really.

Misty room. But they’re somewhere Noone was before… with the Ferryman. Maw? Yes, I’m still thinking of the Maw.

A door in the distance. Otto is so close (so close). Noone isn’t waiting.

Eye door. Verrrry ominous.

Ferryman is Ferrymanning all over the place.

“Only youth blooms, (something) pure but not rooted, spoils white within.”

Otto talks to the Ferryman! And the other way around. He basically just tells Otto that CiCi is in a wide, wide world. Implying alive. Maybe still Six? Unless a prequel.

Eyes. Lot of eyes. All watching Noone. Uncomfortable. Reminds me of poor Mono.

Otto wants to come, but Ferryman tells him he has to be pushed into it. Maybe because he’s too old?

“Sleep now, Ruth?”

(Noone is just a nickname? Middle name, maybe? I thought Noone’s nickname was No One and only that.)

Dang it, riddles. I can’t catch them all.

And Otto sounds like he’s about to cry… ):

“Give her back! Give her back, damn you!”

Damn, really two times they’re making me feel bad for Otto. Such a broken man.

I think Noone is trapped. Otto wakes up, starts freaking out… and Otto starts considering the abandonment comment.

Otto is the little brother? Thought he was the older one. That’s depressing as heck. (Really making me like the “RCG as a big sister/mom friend of the group” personality I have for her. CiCi COULD still be Six, assuming Six woke up at some point after dropping Mono (we were separated from Six even during the adventure, and the Ferryman still stalked her after the drop).

Brings up a toll to be paid. Start recording, end recording. Start recording.

Is there more next week? No way anything significant comes up within the next like two minutes.

Another patient named Ethan. Sudden sleepwalker. Only mumbles, but Otto is telepathic apparently. He’s gonna use this kid.

Aaaand he really just did it. The “sweets for my sweet”.

Candy could be helping the travel? The Nowhere is curing disease, so maybe all the kids were very sick before coming? Ferryman might be saving kids from their diseases in exchange for them being there.

Okay it’s over. Go read someone else’s post now I guess. Go. Go on. This post is over.

[hello-nichya-here]

Why is the topic of curing disabilities/mental illnesses so controversial?

Simple: the conversation often excludes the very people that would suposedly benefit from said cures, and whenever we point out some pretty serious flaws in most people's ideas of how a "cure" for these conditions would work, we get yelled at and called ungrateful and/or stupid.

For exemple, plenty of organizations (like Autism Speaks) are always going on and on about how everyone needs to work together to find a cure for autism. Unfortunately, they do that while:

1 - Ignoring that pretty much any serious research into autism shows that it CAN'T be "cured" since it would need to AT THE VERY LEAST completely alter a person's nervous system (not just the brain, but every single nerve too), and that is sort of fucking impossible.

2 - Ignoring that autism is a genetic condition, and likely comes from anomalies in multiple cromossomes. Instead, they focus on stupid shit like soy milk, or vaccines, or something the mother did while pregnant supposedly causing it - things that have been proven false decades ago. Not only does that result in a HUGE waste of money, it often spreads misinformation about the condition (and does some serious damage, like a ton of diseases that had been previously erraticated coming back because of the anti-vax movement).

3 - Ignoring that plenty of autistic people DON'T WANT A FUCKING CURE. If you offered me a miracle cure for my anxiety, I'd take it, because this illness brought me literally nothing good ever. If you offered me a cure for my autism, I'd instantly reject it. Now, if I could get rid of just a few traits (like the sensory issues and meltdowns), I would accept it, but only if I was sure it would be JUST these traits that bring me difficulties, not stuff like hyperfocus or not liking it when people I don't know get too touchy with me.

4 - Trying to "cure" autistic people things like ABA "therapy", that was literally invented by the same guy who created gay conversion therapy and said that autistic people are not human, andwas proven time and time again to give patients PTSD + to not actually "cure" them, just make them mask their traits as much as possible, which led to many patients getting depressed and suicidal.

Now, you might be thinking "Okay, a cure for autism is a lost, pointless cause, but what about other stuff, like a blind person getting surgery so they will be able to see?"

That might sound much easier to do, but it can often be just as complicated. For some people, it would be just a few quick surgeries and then it's done, they can see for the rest of their life.

But say someone is blind because an accident that really damaged their eyes, to the point that, sure, maybe the surgery would be a complete, life-long success - or only help for a few years, then they'd be blind again, assuming it worked at all. And in some other cases, the possibility of complete, lasting success is just out question.

Is it that hard to imagine that some people would not want to risk the disappointment of it not working at all , or only working at first, then they'd end up blind again, forcing them go to the entire process of getting used to it once more after it was supposedly already over?

On that same kind of situation, there's also stuff like people getting MANY super complicated, super expensive surgeries that they'd take a long time to recover from and could have mixed results, like say someone who had a serious spinal injury - sometimes they'll be able to walk by themselves, other times they'll need a cane, and other times they'll need a wheelchair.

That kind of stuff can be a brutal process that would be very stressful, and once again, super expensive, and one could easily decide it's just not worth it, and just stick to being on a wheelchair all the time.

Since I mentioned money, that is unfortunately a factor many people ignore in pretty much anything related to medicine - if it is so expensive that basically nobody can afford it, then it might as well not exist.

There's also the problem of people spending all their time focusing on trying to find some miracle cure, and completely neglecting to do basic stuff that would assure disabled people would have a good life regardless. I lost count of how many "inclusive and accepting" schools I've seen (including the one I went to for most of school-life) or even HUGE hospitals that don't bother to have a fucking ramp or doors whide enough that would allow someone in a wheelchair to enter the room. Couldn't at least some of the budget from governments and charities go to that?

And to end the money talk, there's also the fact that some disabled/mentally ill people DO have money. So much money in fact, that they can just deal with life with barely any struggles, since there's a ton of people and resources they can turn to. Not that hard to imagine why they aren't spending every second of every day dreaming of a way to be cured.

And on that same vein, there's also situations like people who were born blind or deaf and plenty of them don't really want to be "cured" because... well, they might know other people's lives are different from theirs because of their disability, but they never really experienced the world in any other way, so what someone else could see as a tragedy or at the very least a really radical change in their own life is just some mundane shit to them. And even people who became disabled later in life can sort of go through the same if they are used to it and don't really see a point in trying to fix something that, if they're lucky enough to have proper support, isn't really a problem to them anymore.

Basically this topic could be way less of a mess, and more importantly way less condescending/ableist, if the goal was on helping each individual in whatever way would work best of them, instead of just lumping all the disabled and mentally ill into the same "tragic" group that can ONLY ever be "helped" by becoming "normal" so the rest of the world doesn't have to deal with the fact that some people are different and *gasp* that doesn't have to be the end of the fucking world.