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I AM GOING ABSOLUTELY FERAL OVER THIS SHOT. BOWSER CAN ACTUALLY PLAY THE PIANO!?
I bet this is where Bowser is going to have his flashy musical number about being all evil and stuff. I'm going to lose it (If it's the final boss music from Super Mario 64)
#autistic rambling#super mario bros#bowser#kamek#super mario bros movie#mario movie hype#mario movie#super mario bros film#give me a Ludwig Von Koopa post credit scene or I'll riot#Hannah's hall of fame#this is an old post why are you liking this#i made this post before i even saw the film#may edit later
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The Rain Is Our Playground
Dean was singing to himself, using his beer as a microphone when Castiel teleported into the room. Glancing around, they noticed Sam, or rather the lack of Sam.
"Where is Sam?" They asked, startling Dean, who spilt his beer on himself.
He groaned and muttered something under his breath, "Fuck, would you stop doing that?"
"Doing what?" Castiel asked, walking forward, still searching for Sam.
"Poofing in scaring the crap out of me," Dean berated, "You know it's pretty fucked up to do that to a guy with a heart condition."
"Your heart is fully healed, you have no conditions." Castiel told him, they made sure of it when they resurrected him.
"Still." Dean said, grabbing something to clean his shirt, Castiel waved a hand, restoring the shirts cleanliness.
"Sam?" They asked again, Dean sat back into his chair, nodding him head towards the window.
"He's out in the rain jumping in puddles and shit," Dean picked up his beer again, when he looked back up, Castiel was already gone.
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"Sam," Castiel greeted, the young man was holding an umbrella that got shifted towards the angels presence.
Sam smiled at the angel, "Hey, Cas." Sam's gaze went back to the rainfall hitting the messy lot. The sound of rain hitting the metal became background noise to Castiel, while Sam focused on the soothing sound.
"What are you doing?" Castiel asked, stepping closer to Sam who was trying to angle the umbrella towards them. Not that it was necessary as Castiel's wing was blocking the rain in another plane.
Sam shrugged, "Staying away from Dean, he's well, he's being an ass right now."
"I noticed," Castiel agreed, Sam laughed, and nodded.
"Yeah, he's actually calmed, but just that and wanted some air," Sam told them, his posture looked relaxed and happy. But also soaked.
Castiel looked at the muddy clothing and at the puddles surrounding them, "Dean said you were jumping in puddles."
"He pushed me into one," Sam said, glancing at the house, shaking his head, "but no, I haven't been jumping in them."
"Oh," Castiel said, it did make more sense with the coverage of mud over Sam jumping into puddles.
Sam could practically hear the gears turning in Castiel's head, "Do you want me to?"
The angel looked around, it was an intriguing idea, "I've never seen it."
"Have you ever jumped in a puddle before?" Sam asked, and the angel shook their head. Taking the angels hand, Sam dropped the umbrella, rain still going around the two, and led the angel to a puddle.
"This one isn't deep," Sam said, letting go of the angels hand, "here, watch." Immediately jumping into it, causing a splash that would've hit Castiel if they allowed it.
Castiel watched curiously for a moment, jumping into the puddle next to Sam, allowing the water to sink into their clothes. Letting the mud coat their shoes and pants.
Sam's smile lit up the stormy clouds as they raced to another puddle, jumping in it, kicking the water up into the air, laughing as Sam lost his footing and fell in. Just to grab Castiel and drag them down with him.
The two were a muddy mess, Castiel had to let the rain fall upon them in a desperate attempt to clean their faces.
They bounced from puddle to puddle, spinning around, splashing as much as they could, trying to get the other messier than the other. Sam had never seen Castiel smile so brightly as they kicked the water up towards him.
"I swear if you two start dancing in the rain I'm going to puke," Dean said, gathering both of their attention. Leaning against a wall on the porch, protected from the rain as he sipped his beer.
Sam raised an eyebrow to his brother, "Is that a promise? Why are you watching us anyway?"
"Because," Dean said with a shrug.
Sam rolled his eyes and waved him off, "Well go do something."
"Nah," Dean said, "bothering you is fun."
Sam looked at the angel, "Cas?"
"Yes?" The angel asked, inspecting the hunters expression.
Dean recognized the smile, "Have you ever danced in the rain?"
Castiel looked at Dean and back at Sam, "Can't say I have."
"Would you like to?" Sam proposed, offering a hand out to the angel.
Castiel took it, "I'd love to."
Sam held one of Castiel's hands, his other hand pressed against the angels back, Castiel following suit with their other free hand. The two stepped close together, leaving no free space in between them.
"Oh come on," Dean exclaimed, "no no, break it up, leave room for Jesus, God dammit." He told them, which both found an odd statement coming from Dean of all people, and ignored it.
"Nah," Sam told him, "this angel has the space covered."
To Sam's surprise, the angel did know a basic one-two step, and even spun Sam around, pulling him back into their arms. Sam thought that was the end of it until the angel dipped Sam, following the direction, their faces incredibly close to one another.
The angel pulled Sam a little closer, their was a moment where they thought to pull away, but the hopeful look in Sam's eyes were too much to ignore. They captured Sam's lips, Sam kissing them back, even as Dean shouted in the background, "There goes my lunch, I need bleach."
The door opened and closed, only then did either pull back, but they remained close, "Was that to get him to go away?"
"Yes, partially," Castiel admitted.
"The other part?" Sam asked, trying to keep his hope down.
The angel smiled softly at the hunter, "I never kissed someone in the rain."
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Did it matter?
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This is a birthday gift for a dear friend of mine, the one and only @asukamood
I didn't expect to be posting it anywhere but after some convincing, here we are! While I do doubt this is gonna show up on anybody's feed or be read by many, I hope it's worth the time of whoever does. If there are any errors do forgive me please I haven't read this twice as I can't stand to view my own writing—
I've stalled long enough, enjoy!~
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Sypnosis:
It was over now, he didn't need to think of anything that happened in the past. Things have always been this way, Hacker would even say he hated and still hates the man with his entire soul!
The images infront of him only fueled that, but why did it hurt so badly?
Why did he still care?
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Hacker was losing his patience.
He’d been flipping through the channels on T.V for the last 2 hours, unable to find something interesting enough to settle on. His phone was dead and the charger nowhere to be found, but his laptop wasn’t much of an option either considering the fact Randy decided to “revoke his computer privileges” because his sleeping hours became even more oddly timed than before.
Why does it matter, anyway? He still got the recommended 8 hours, sometimes even more!
He scoffed remembering that conversation, but it was too late to really change anything. Could he steal it back? Probably, Randy never quite bothered to hide things from him or Bobby unless they could actually hurt them.
He kept losing his cigarette packs recently, which was quite odd considering he shouldn’t even know about them..
It’s fine, he was probably thinking too deeply into it.
The laptop was most likely just..out there in the open.
It would be so easy to grab.
..then again, h̶i̶s̶ d̶a̶d̶ Randy placed enough trust in him to leave it that way while he was out of the house. Hacker didn't want to lose that trust or even worse, disappoint the man.
He could make-do with the TV for now, that is if it stopped showing the most boring content ever.
Really, what was so interesting about a recent robbery and why was everyone talking about it?!
A robbery isn’t something new or even rare, quite the opposite. It didn’t make sense, if it was Nightmare’s doing the news would’ve already spread even faster than this so that idea was scrapped quickly.
Couldn’t be either of his “emotional support idiots” as he called them either, the outcome would’ve been similar if so.
Hacker buried his face in the cushions, considering going back to sleep at this point.
Bobby woke him up a few hours prior (he should’ve already been awake by then, as it was 3 in the afternoon but really, who would pass up a chance to sleep in? His boss did say he had the day off due to complications anyway so who cared, really.) telling him he and Randy were leaving, saying the older one asked if he wanted to come along or stay. He opted for the latter, too out of it to guarantee not embarrassing himself in front of h̶i̶s̶ b̶r̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ Bobby and giving him valid blackmail. The little gremlin would absolutely love that and he didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of it, really.
They planned to get groceries and maybe pass by a few other places, he made sure to remind them to buy him a charger replacement. It was stupid, neither of them had an iphone so he was left with no choice but to let it be which was irritating. How was he supposed to entertain himself properly? It was so boring alone, he couldn’t even talk to Blue to pass the time. Hacker was sure he figured it out by now but didn’t drop by as to not give away their location.
Time was passing by so slowly, Hacker felt like he spent days on the couch waiting. He almost regretted not going along with the other two, maybe he would’ve gotten a kick out of that and not gotten so bored. Knowing them, Bobby was probably rambling on and on about a new piece of minecraft merch he wanted and Randy, being himself, was unable to say no when he asked to buy it.
Seriously, did that kid not know how to calm down? He was gonna be the reason they ended up broke soon if it went on that way.
I̶t̶ w̶a̶s̶..n̶i̶c̶e̶. T̶h̶e̶y̶ w̶e̶r̶e̶ h̶a̶p̶p̶y̶ t̶h̶i̶s̶ w̶a̶y̶. I̶t̶ w̶a̶s̶ c̶o̶m̶f̶o̶r̶t̶a̶b̶l̶e̶, t̶h̶e̶ m̶o̶s̶t̶ w̶e̶l̶c̶o̶m̶e̶ h̶e̶ h̶a̶d̶ e̶v̶e̶r̶ f̶e̶l̶t̶.
After nearly falling back asleep, Hacker finally mustered up the energy to stand up and move a little. Maybe that would make it a little less boring than just sitting there.
He didn’t have breakfast yet, so he headed to the kitchen. It was emptier by this time of the week after they got through everything, but at least there was still the ends of a bread loaf and some waffles in the freezer.
It took some time to decide but Hacker ended up just making a regular sandwich. Best not to end up throwing the bread out, not after their hard earned money was spent on it and it was perfectly fine anyway.
His focus was no longer on what was going on on the television, instead busy deciding if he wanted to go back to sleep after this until the other two returned or not.
Too busy thinking about what he was going to distract himself with, Hacker didn’t realize the knife in his hands ended up cutting his finger a little bit.
“Not again, I don’t even know if we have band aids this time..” he muttered, seeming more annoyed than anything. The cutting board had some of the blood on it now, he’s definitely getting questioned about that later on.
How much more entertaining could this day get?
Leaving his now abandoned breakfast on the counter he left to search for the box that should just about contain all of those.
They weren’t in the cabinets, nor were they in the bathroom or closet next to it.
There was a box in Bobby’s room but that was a last resort, he’ll get the silent treatment for a few days for using those over a small cut like this one but letting it be like this wasn’t much better.
It didn’t take much longer for Hacker to remember Randy kept some in a box under the TV.
All the way back in the living room.
And he went around the entire house for absolutely no reason.
None at all.
For a man who wanted to live so desperately he was starting to think death didn’t really sound all that bad.
With a sigh, he made his way back to check if there were any.
Sure enough, they were there.
A full box.
‘At least that wasn’t for nothing?’ he thought while opening it, finally covering the cut. Hacker knew he should’ve been more careful ,but the reminder was annoying regardless.
Whatever channel was on was still talking about the same topic, the words blurred together as he didn't care enough to focus on them.
That was until a certain name came up.
Hacker’s eyes snapped up to look at the screen as a cold sense of dread crept upon him.
There he was.
The same man he referred to as his ex constantly.
There was never an issue speaking about him vaguely, but for some reason seeing him after so long didn’t have the same effect.
A long time passed since they parted ways, Hacker would’ve forgotten the details if not for how they met in the first place.
It wasn’t…normal in any way but it could’ve been worse, a lot worse really.
He remembers looking around the room he woke up in, trying to figure out where he could be or see if there was anyone he knew.
Anyone who could help him figure out what happened, really. All he knew was that it was not where he remembered being a few moments prior.
After a comically long explanation, his eyes finally landed on someone who looked around the same age.
The man standing over him called the other, through the whispers of other people in that same room Hacker was able to figure out he was his son and that this man was the boss.
Apparently, his name was Colton.
Eyes still glued to what he was watching, Hacker listened attentively this time to what was being said.
Colton was handcuffed, saying some things he couldn’t decipher over the sound of the justice reigns employee speaking about the entire situation.
His eyes kept darting back to the blond instead of focusing on the words like he wanted to, but he caught enough to understand the gist of the situation.
After he returned back to his normal life, many questions about what happened came up. He was declared dead after a nasty crash, so how was he here and if it was faked then who would do that and why?
Hacker didn’t have the guts to answer at the time, he wasn’t sure he’d go into detail if asked now, either.
Apparently, one of Colton’s ‘minions’ was meant to go into a store and get something from the cashier, but they were seen and authorities were called after the citizen noticed how much more afraid she got as the conversation between them went on longer.
After the arrest, they couldn’t stay silent for long.
Everything about the gang finally came out, which led to the current situation at hand.
Hacker wasn’t sure how he felt about it. It was good, finally there was no need to think about the possibility of whatever website he was looking at being related to them, or being targeted as a possible threat and potentially even killed.
Part of him wasn’t so sure about that feeling, though. There was a slight panic at the back of his head, that same part of him didn’t want to see it happen.
He knew it would come so why did it feel strange?
Why did he feel like he..regret something?
There was nothing to regret in the first place.
W̶h̶y̶ w̶a̶s̶ h̶e̶ s̶t̶i̶l̶l̶ a̶t̶t̶a̶c̶h̶e̶d̶.
Feeling around for the remote to turn it off, he still couldn’t pull his eyes away from the screen.
From his face.
Hacker never saw him looking like this. Helpless, in a way.
Why did that make his heart hurt? There’s no reason for it.
It wasn’t like their time together was that good anyway, he knows it. Both of them knew it wasn’t healthy, but it was addicting. The thrill of something new and unexpected, the possibilities that came along with it and little feeling of control it gave.
T̶h̶e̶ a̶t̶t̶e̶n̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ h̶e̶ n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ g̶o̶t̶ b̶e̶f̶o̶r̶e̶.
I̶t̶ w̶a̶s̶ a̶d̶d̶i̶c̶t̶i̶n̶g̶.
Whatever, what they could have been is in the past by now. He moved on and improved himself and his relationships.
..right?
He’d like to think so at least.
Whoever was speaking seemed to finish, as the camera focused on the cuffed man held in place by none other than Finch.
Hacker didn’t have any difficulty recognizing him really- Serious as ever, doing his job as usual without any unnecessary speech or pointless banter as he ordered around some others.
The man’s demeanor caught his attention very quickly but that was besides the current point.
Colton seemed to be thinking of something, and if Hacker knew anything about him is that whatever came out of his mouth next would either cause someone a crisis or get him into more trouble with the law.
He wasn’t stupid enough to go with the second guess, he knew better than that.
Somehow it was a mix of both, surprising and not at the same time.
Suddenly, he could no longer breathe.
Not a single sound came from him, he didn’t move a single inch.
Not even when the report ended, he and every other gang member was officially in custody of the police.
Why does he care?
..well, ‘care’ is a little much.
Hacker didn't know how he felt, if he had to be completely honest.
Despite being mostly happy about it at first he couldn’t help but consider how things would’ve been if that went differently.
If the past itself went differently.
From the moment he heard the name get mentioned, Hacker knew his fate was sealed.
Colton was to be executed for all the crimes he committed, nothing could get him out of the grave he dug for himself.
Not now.
It didn’t matter, that was fine.
Hacker wouldn’t be affected by it, if anything that’ll only further prove the fact he never actually killed anybody (what was the need to frame him, seriously wasn’t being ‘dead’ enough??).
He felt weird.
Whatever, it won’t last.
He’ll forget soon, he always does.
..The silence was getting irritating, but he didn’t really have any desire to move and put something else on, it would probably be something else that’s boring just like before either way so there wouldn’t be a point.
The food left on the counter now long forgotten, Hacker found himself thinking about some things. Past events that could have gone differently, how things would have gone.
What if he never got through the database that one day? What if he listened to the warnings and didn’t stick his nose where it didn’t belong?
He probably wouldn’t be in this situation now or before, they’d have had no interest in him.
Why was it so conflicting? It didn’t make sense anymore.
Not like it ever did, but this was new.
It didn’t take long for him to lose track of time, too engaged with considering the possibilities and chances that were missed.
Could there have been a time they were truly happy?
Why did Colton take interest in him? It’s not like he was boring or unattractive, quite the opposite really. But, with the way that man saw people it probably wasn’t very relevant compared to something else he saw. The question still remained as to what it was.
It wasn’t like he could get answers for that question, not now.
No use dwelling on it.
It had been a long time since that anyway.
Since the day they met, the fire had died by now.
He had no reason to crave it. The silence was messing with his head.
..He missed the late night conversations, the absurd topics that sometimes came up out of the blue. They were rarely ever peaceful or calm, but they were entertaining. A nice change. Colton was always the type not to waste time, discarding whatever seemed useless or bothered him even slightly the moment it did so, yet he kept Hacker around instead of ignoring him.
He didn’t need to, but he did.
T̶h̶e̶ t̶h̶o̶u̶g̶h̶t̶ o̶f̶ h̶a̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ b̶a̶c̶k̶ w̶a̶s̶..p̶l̶e̶a̶s̶a̶n̶t̶ i̶n̶ a̶ w̶a̶y̶.
S̶o̶m̶e̶o̶n̶e̶ k̶e̶p̶t̶ h̶i̶m̶ a̶r̶o̶u̶n̶d̶. S̶u̶r̶e̶, i̶n̶s̶u̶l̶t̶s̶ a̶n̶d̶ a̶r̶g̶u̶m̶e̶n̶t̶s̶ w̶e̶r̶e̶ t̶h̶r̶o̶w̶n̶ a̶r̶o̶u̶n̶d̶-̶ q̶u̶i̶t̶e̶ f̶r̶e̶q̶u̶e̶n̶t̶l̶y̶ a̶t̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶, b̶u̶t̶ h̶e̶ w̶a̶s̶ n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ i̶g̶n̶o̶r̶e̶d̶. A̶t̶ l̶e̶a̶s̶t̶ n̶o̶t̶ f̶o̶r̶ t̶o̶o̶ l̶o̶n̶g̶.I̶t̶ w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ b̶e̶ a̶ h̶u̶g̶e̶ l̶i̶e̶ t̶o̶ s̶a̶y̶ h̶e̶ d̶i̶d̶n̶'t̶ e̶n̶j̶o̶y̶ g̶e̶t̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ "s̶p̶e̶c̶i̶a̶l̶ t̶r̶e̶a̶t̶m̶e̶n̶t̶" a̶t̶ t̶h̶e̶ t̶i̶m̶e̶, n̶o̶t̶ g̶e̶t̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶h̶e̶ s̶a̶m̶e̶ a̶s̶ a̶n̶y̶ o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ m̶e̶m̶b̶e̶r̶ i̶n̶ t̶h̶e̶ g̶a̶n̶g̶. S̶o̶m̶e̶t̶i̶m̶e̶s̶ t̶h̶o̶u̶g̶h̶ h̶e̶ c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶n̶'t̶ t̶e̶l̶l̶ i̶f̶ t̶h̶e̶ l̶o̶o̶k̶s̶ h̶e̶ w̶a̶s̶ g̶i̶v̶e̶n̶ w̶e̶r̶e̶ t̶h̶o̶s̶e̶ o̶f̶ e̶n̶v̶y̶ f̶o̶r̶ h̶i̶s̶ p̶o̶s̶i̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ , b̶e̶i̶n̶g̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ t̶h̶e̶ l̶e̶a̶d̶e̶r̶'s̶ s̶o̶n̶ s̶o̶ i̶n̶t̶i̶m̶a̶t̶e̶l̶y̶ c̶a̶m̶e̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ i̶t̶s̶ b̶e̶n̶e̶f̶i̶t̶s̶ o̶f̶ c̶o̶u̶r̶s̶e̶, o̶r̶ j̶u̶s̶t̶ p̶i̶t̶y̶....
While they were never official per say, they acted the part frequently enough for Hacker to consider it that way. He found it funny how at the time it seemed to be the other’s first go at something like that, it was no wonder he couldn’t know how to act properly to make Hacker know his place and yet keep whatever they had going on alive.
He thought it would be safe to assume most of his..negative? Traits were due to the influence of his father. The man was truly one of the worst he ever had the misfortune of coming across.
The idea of being stared down at by that man, tied down in what seemed to be the middle of nowhere made his skin crawl.
..Did he ever know about them?
He knows he never said anything, it was unlikely Colton did either but he couldn’t help wondering if that was possible.
He was just a mere tool anyway, all of them knew that.
The reason he was kept living was the fact he was useful at the time, that was it.
It was good enough for him.
The realization of that stung at first but he came to terms with it eventually.
At the time it wasn’t expected to come up in conversation, but it did regardless and undeniably made him question some things.
It was during the end of his first month there. Hacker was still getting used to the new routine, which was quite boring but he couldn’t do anything about it even if he tried to (it wasn’t like he wanted to piss someone off, he was even more of a twig back then than he is now so there was no chance it would’ve ended well, thinking about it.). Wake up, take a shower and get your breakfast avoiding as many people as you could to not aggravate anybody then go see what Colton was up to and potentially even get a task assigned to him. Those “tasks” weren’t any easy feat by any means, although it was all digital Hacker wouldn’t be allowed to get up and do anything unless absolutely necessary before he was done. He was always watched to make sure nothing was leaked either, it was quite uncomfortable for a while. Energy draining, to say the least. (He wasn’t even allowed to sleep in after as compensation. Just how unfair was that?!)
That day though, instead of being busy with something as he usually would be whether it was ordering (or moreso berating) someone around or actually doing some things himself, Colton was just..spinning around on a chair seemingly bored with not much to do. When the door creaked open his gaze immediately landed on Hacker’s curious face.
“Your hair looks absolutely terrible, did you even look at a mirror before coming here?” he scoffed, sitting up properly instead of whatever deranged position he was in just moments prior. (How did his back not snap actually he never thought about that..)
“You flatter me so early in the morning” Hacker rolled his eyes, a normal greeting in their words consisted of that and occasionally some other pointless remarks so it was a good sign.
“Why did you come here to bother me already”
“Can’t I just see my favourite person in this entire place?”
“Cut the bull, what do you want”
“You <3”
“Maybe I should get rid of you by now-”
“No-”
“-it’s not really like anyone would care, no one is looking for you or into your supposed death anyway”
Hacker wanted to respond, but he couldn’t.
A good sign, he said. Clearly.
“Oh?” The previously bored man now seemed interested, his expression perked up when he realized the other didn’t respond but actually only looked towards the ground instead.
“Did I hit a nerve there?” Despite the question usually being used in a joking matter when mentioned in a conversation with any normal people or friends, Hacker could clearly tell he was being mocked.
It wasn’t the first time someone said he wasn’t cared for.
Why does it matter now.
Why did he freeze.
Colton got up and walked towards him before grabbing his hand and stroking it gently. He never did that without reason.
“Poor little Theodore, I heard there wasn’t even a proper funeral held for you”
“..”
“I doubt many, if anyone, would have attended though so it doesn’t matter that much, don’t you agree?”
Nothing.
“To most you were probably just that annoying person they wanted to get off their backs huh? I bet some were even happy with the news.”
How long did he plan to continue?.
“Annoying, in their way. Did you ever have many friends, actually? I don’t see a reason for that to be the case but I can’t help the curiosity”
“Stop it.”
“When were you the one in the position to demand things of me?”
Right. He wasn’t.
“I understand them, really. The reason I’ve kept you around is because you’ve been useful, I have no reason to hide that. I'm sure you already knew, though?”
He hoped it was just some sort of insecurity acting up.
Apparently it wasn’t.
He leaned closer, now speaking right into his ear.
Hacker would have usually liked the sensation, he wasn’t one to complain about a man he found so pretty willingly being so close to him (quite the opposite unsurprisingly) but this time it was chilling.
“If only you kept yourself in your own business, then this wouldn’t even have come up at all. I’d not need to put up with you still, you wouldn’t need to be told all of this. Maybe you’d have come to the realization yourself after some time hm? The reason few were there before you were “dead”, how no one is looking for you right now despite some details about the death not adding up. Honestly I’m not sure how they even made the mistakes that they did but it doesn’t matter, I digress. Won’t you humor me with a response?” He continued, Hacker could practically feel his smile growing wider.
Of course he’d want to hear that.
“..I think I’ll be leaving”
“What a shame, so fast today”
Colton moved away slightly, but grabbed the other’s chin to bring him closer for a few moments before letting him go.
While Hacker would usually find that nice, he didn’t feel the same about it this time. He wanted to just go.
“You can leave, but don’t forget to come back in a few hours. You’d get lonely so I doubt it’ll happen, but a reminder doesn’t hurt”
“Right..”
It didn’t need to be said, Hacker’s mood was ruined after that. He left quieter than usual after that, clearly not happy about what just happened. N̶o̶t̶ l̶i̶k̶e̶ h̶e̶ h̶a̶d̶ t̶h̶e̶ g̶u̶t̶s̶ t̶o̶ s̶a̶y̶ a̶n̶y̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ i̶t̶.
It wasn’t like he didn’t already know but that didn’t make it better, the others in highschool made sure to remind him plenty. He heard it so much before and never cared, what was different this time?
He ended up back in his own room if it can really be called that considering how it felt more like a cell of sorts than anything (did these people not know what paint was?? Grey isn't the only colour for walls, seriously it was BEYOND boring! It was even chipped, come on!), still without an answer.
Why was Colton so amused seeing him react that way? It couldn’t be that entertaining, it sucked to be told that kind of thing.
Saying anything back may have ended with him dead, so he just..didn’t respond at all. It fueled the other even more to continue which was the opposite of what he was hoping for. Though again, it wasn’t all that surprising seeing what he is, why did he expect anything else? That was stupid.
Though, people are different anyway. Maybe he was having a bad day, so he couldn’t help but take it out on somebody right? It made sense, Colton was never the type to wear his heart on his sleeve. He trusted Hacker enough to show him that, if anything, the man should be proud, really. S̶t̶o̶p̶ m̶a̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ u̶p̶ e̶x̶c̶u̶s̶e̶s̶ f̶o̶r̶ h̶i̶m̶.
He was unharmed anyway, it was fine. Knowing the other, Hacker doubted anybody else would have managed to end the conversation there. But, he did. He was allowed to leave without too much trouble. He wasn’t hurt, Colton didn’t lay a harmful hand on him at any point despite some occasional threats of it. His….humor? was unique to say the least, finding what would usually be disturbing to be amusing instead. Though, it wasn’t his place to comment too much about that.
Some insults here and there are normal especially for a gang setting so he didn’t pay much mind to those, if anything a lack would be strange.
Nothing was wrong, but he couldn’t help feeling hurt.
It was so annoying.
It was all fine.
..How quickly was his supposed death handled?
Did his parents even know? Did they ask? Miss him? Search for him in hopes it was all fake?
If they did, would they have known?
Was there a possibility they cared enough to try s̶a̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ looking for him in this situation he found himself in?
He wanted to humor that thought for a little longer, the thought he mattered to them enough for that.
I̶t̶ h̶u̶r̶t̶ t̶o̶ k̶n̶o̶w̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ h̶a̶p̶p̶e̶n̶, b̶u̶t̶ i̶t̶ h̶u̶r̶t̶ e̶v̶e̶n̶ w̶o̶r̶s̶e̶ t̶o̶ t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶ t̶h̶i̶s̶ w̶a̶s̶ i̶t̶ f̶o̶r̶ h̶i̶m̶. K̶n̶o̶w̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶h̶e̶y̶ d̶i̶d̶n̶'t̶ e̶v̶e̶n̶ b̶a̶t̶ a̶n̶ e̶y̶e̶. I̶t̶ h̶a̶s̶ a̶l̶w̶a̶y̶s̶ b̶e̶e̶n̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ w̶a̶y̶. A̶s̶ c̶h̶i̶l̶d̶r̶e̶n̶ o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ p̶e̶o̶p̶l̶e̶ g̶o̶t̶ i̶n̶t̶o̶ t̶r̶o̶u̶b̶l̶e̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ t̶h̶e̶i̶r̶ p̶a̶r̶e̶n̶t̶s̶ i̶f̶ t̶h̶e̶y̶ a̶c̶t̶e̶d̶ o̶u̶t̶ a̶t̶ h̶o̶m̶e̶ o̶r̶ s̶c̶h̶o̶o̶l̶, H̶a̶c̶k̶e̶r̶ W̶I̶S̶H̶E̶D̶ t̶h̶e̶y̶ c̶a̶r̶e̶d̶ e̶n̶o̶u̶g̶h̶ t̶o̶ s̶c̶o̶l̶d̶ h̶i̶m̶ a̶t̶ a̶l̶l̶. M̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ h̶e̶ w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶n̶'t̶ b̶e̶ t̶h̶i̶s̶ d̶a̶m̶a̶g̶e̶d̶.
"F̶r̶e̶e̶d̶o̶m̶" w̶a̶s̶n̶'t̶ a̶s̶ n̶i̶c̶e̶ a̶s̶ p̶e̶o̶p̶l̶e̶ t̶h̶o̶u̶g̶h̶t̶ i̶t̶ w̶a̶s̶, h̶e̶ w̶a̶s̶n̶'t̶ "l̶u̶c̶k̶y̶" t̶o̶ b̶e̶ a̶l̶l̶o̶w̶e̶d̶ t̶o̶ l̶e̶a̶v̶e̶ a̶t̶ a̶n̶y̶ t̶i̶m̶e̶, h̶e̶ w̶a̶s̶n̶'t̶ a̶l̶l̶o̶w̶e̶d̶ t̶o̶, i̶t̶ w̶a̶s̶ j̶u̶s̶t̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ n̶o̶b̶o̶d̶y̶ n̶o̶t̶i̶c̶e̶d̶.
S̶o̶m̶e̶t̶i̶m̶e̶s̶, i̶t̶ l̶o̶o̶k̶e̶d̶ l̶i̶k̶e̶ t̶h̶e̶y̶ e̶v̶e̶n̶ p̶r̶e̶f̶e̶r̶r̶e̶d̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶.
H̶i̶m̶ d̶i̶s̶a̶p̶p̶e̶a̶r̶i̶n̶g̶.
He left years ago, why is he thinking about this at all?
He didn’t like it.
W̶h̶a̶t̶ d̶i̶d̶ h̶e̶ e̶v̶e̶r̶ d̶o̶ f̶o̶r̶ t̶h̶e̶m̶ t̶o̶ n̶o̶t̶ s̶t̶a̶n̶d̶ h̶i̶m̶ a̶t̶ a̶l̶l̶ w̶h̶a̶t̶ d̶i̶d̶ h̶e̶ d̶o̶ f̶o̶r̶ t̶h̶e̶m̶ t̶o̶ n̶o̶t̶ c̶a̶r̶e̶ n̶o̶t̶ e̶v̶e̶n̶ o̶n̶e̶ b̶i̶t̶ w̶h̶y̶ d̶i̶d̶ e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶o̶n̶e̶ e̶l̶s̶e̶ g̶e̶t̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ w̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ d̶i̶d̶ h̶e̶ g̶o̶ w̶r̶o̶n̶g̶ w̶h̶y̶w̶a̶s̶i̶t̶h̶i̶m̶w̶h̶y̶d̶i̶d̶n̶'t̶t̶h̶e̶y̶c̶A̶R̶E̶-̶
His head hurt.
A nap wouldn’t hurt would it?
If he was needed, he’d be woken up.
A few words wouldn’t hurt after, he probably didn’t rest well enough that night.
Yea, that's why he was unsettled.
T̶h̶e̶ r̶e̶a̶s̶o̶n̶ h̶e̶ t̶h̶o̶u̶g̶h̶t̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ C̶o̶l̶t̶o̶n̶ w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ h̶a̶v̶e̶ a̶ s̶e̶c̶o̶n̶d̶ t̶h̶o̶u̶g̶h̶t̶ w̶h̶e̶n̶ i̶t̶ c̶a̶m̶e̶ t̶o̶ h̶i̶s̶ f̶e̶e̶l̶i̶n̶g̶s̶.
It wasn’t like he’d be hurt over it anyway, T̶h̶e̶y̶ c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶n̶'t̶ b̶e̶ b̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶e̶d̶, h̶e̶ w̶a̶s̶ e̶a̶s̶y̶ e̶n̶o̶u̶g̶h̶ t̶o̶ s̶c̶a̶r̶e̶. Colton wouldn’t let it happen. ...h̶e̶ w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶n̶'t̶. R̶i̶g̶h̶t̶?̶.
Definitely, he had no doubt.
It’ll be okay once he wakes up, forgetting this even happened.
Who knows, maybe he could even get an apology!~
Or that was just wishful thinking, either way it was fine. I̶t̶ w̶a̶s̶ t̶h̶e̶ o̶n̶l̶y̶ t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ d̶i̶s̶t̶r̶a̶c̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ h̶i̶m̶ f̶r̶o̶m̶ a̶l̶l̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ h̶a̶p̶p̶e̶n̶, h̶e̶ c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶n̶'t̶ g̶u̶a̶r̶a̶n̶t̶e̶e̶ s̶t̶a̶y̶i̶n̶g̶ s̶a̶n̶e̶ i̶f̶ h̶e̶ s̶a̶t̶ d̶o̶w̶n̶ a̶n̶d̶ t̶r̶u̶l̶y̶ a̶c̶k̶n̶o̶w̶l̶e̶d̶g̶e̶d̶ t̶h̶i̶s̶ s̶i̶t̶u̶a̶t̶i̶o̶n̶. D̶i̶s̶a̶s̶s̶o̶c̶i̶a̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ i̶t̶ e̶n̶t̶i̶r̶e̶l̶y̶ w̶a̶s̶ b̶e̶t̶t̶e̶r̶ f̶o̶r̶ t̶h̶e̶m̶ a̶l̶l̶.
I̶f̶ h̶e̶ d̶i̶e̶d̶ h̶e̶r̶e̶, t̶h̶e̶n̶ s̶o̶ b̶e̶ i̶t̶. A̶t̶ l̶e̶a̶s̶t̶ h̶e̶ d̶i̶d̶n̶'t̶ d̶o̶ s̶o̶ a̶l̶o̶n̶e̶, s̶o̶m̶e̶o̶n̶e̶ w̶a̶s̶ b̶y̶ h̶i̶s̶ s̶i̶d̶e̶.
..D̶o̶e̶s̶ i̶t̶ t̶r̶u̶l̶y̶ e̶v̶e̶n̶ c̶o̶u̶n̶t̶?̶
..Hacker was starting to consider requesting some sleeping pills, his mind was running wild again.
It was annoying and pointless.
It’ll be fine when he’s awake, everything will be normal again.
This won’t matter, it’ll never come up again.
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#Hacker#Dreamswap#DSKiller#DSHacker#DreamswapHacker#DreamswapKiller#angst#found family mention#I think it counts at least??#found family#conflict#sadhacker#I suck at tags help me.#May edit later#ds randy#ds bobby#ds hacker#do I tag every form of them??#Good lord save me#This was written months ago in advance I forgot the content lowkey#Fellas you ever see your ex being arrested on tv and go “d-mn did I love him or was it just desperation” and grieve#toxic ex#colton#ds colton
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Melvala/Mora: I’ve only just found your blog recently, so I was wondering, could you please discuss their relationship dynamic a little more? I love your portrayal of those two! 🥺 Also, in terms of how she came across HM, do you have a different concept for that, or do you still follow the ‘discerning the transmundane’ questline? I’m curious! Love your art too!
Ooooh this is a good question but a lot to unpack! I’ll breakdown a rough timeline of their relationship.
I do follow the Discerning the Transmundane questline as her method of encountering Mora. Melvala is immediately a bit smitten because of how he praises her. His rewards seem more generous than others. From Mora’s perspective Melvala is a bit of a freak. At this point she is still fairly unskilled and has only just begun her journey as Dragonborn and yet she completed in a few days what Septimus couldn’t over decades.
She begins a subtle worship of Hermaeus Mora- not devout but he’s always on her mind. She does encounter other Daedric princes and swears her soul to them but in reality, she is only loyal to Mora. It’s her vicious curiosity and desire to obtain all their little trinkets and prizes that Mora respects and admires; in a way this is still servitude to him.
While it may seem like she is procrastinating on defeating Alduin, Melva is actually sharpening her skills and learning more about her newfound Dragonborn power as well as familiarizing herself with Skyrim. She follows the main quest and the College of Winterhold questline concurrently. Melvala becomes Archmage and not long after defeats Alduin. In the immediate aftermath, she takes it easy and doesn’t get into any other major questline; she puts extra focus on learning more Words of Power.
During this time Hermaeus Mora is pretty quiet, just observing her from a distance, though he does on occasion give her a subtle guidance or gift. She starts to find Eldritch Pages on the bodies of those she slays. Then she goes to Solstheim.
Here Mora is much more apparent to Melvala as she seeks out Miraak and encounters the black books along the way. It is on Solstheim that she is truly in her element, becoming a deadly force to be reckoned with as she prepares to defeat Miraak. In game terms this is where a number of her skills reach level 100 including archery, enchanting, destruction, and heavy armor. This is where she truly becomes a worshipper of Hermaeus Mora and grows much more fond of him. She begins to refer to his Eldritch Pages as “love letters” and she gets a rush out of knowing that her mind is sound enough to not break upon reading the black books and exploring Apocrypha. Mora also becomes increasingly fond of Melva and is more than willing to give her plenty of gifts. She also starts to meditate on his Knowledge much like she does Words of Power in order to fully appreciate and actualize its potential.
I won’t go too much into Melvala’s complicated relationship with Miraak; just know she hates him yet respects him and she wants to defeat him to save Solstheim yes, but also wishes to completely usurp his place as Hermaeus’s Dragonborn, his Champion. I also won’t go to much into their battle. It is a lengthy duel with equal parts discussion and fighting. Miraak comes close to death and, out of dragon souls to heal himself, attempts to forfeit the fight and escape, resulting in Mora deciding Melva is the winner and thus kills Miraak.
At this point, Mora’s appreciation of his Champion goes from impressed respect to doting adoration. Melvala is curious, eager to learn. She never turns down people when the ask for her help because she knows there will be Knowledge to be gained along the way. She does not worship Mora and explore Apocrypha for power, she does it just to Know, to learn.
Afterwards, Melvala returns to Skyrim to continue her adventures and with Mora at her back, she conquers her problems with ease. It’s at this point she completes the Companions and Thieves Guild questlines (she gathers as much as can in terms of relics and stuff from the Companions then rids herself of the lycanthropy and doesn’t look back). In fact she does many questionable things only because she knows it will lead her to more artifacts and Knowledge by the end (for example she never drinks alcohol but does the drinking challenge with Sanguine because she knows she’ll get a prize out of it). Mora respects this.
Eventually she starts the Dawnguard questline and meets who will become her best friend, Serana. There’s a lot to be said there but that’s for another time, just know they get to be like family and Serana ends up living in Melvala’s property in Solitude (Melvala herself actually lives in the museum though she rarely sticks around very long). Over time Serana grows worried with her friend’s devotion to a Daedric prince due to her past as a follower of Molag Bal. This is when Melva’s physical appearance is also noticeably different from when she began her journey way back in Helgen; her skin and eyes are greener, her ears have grown pointed, she’s taller… adding to Serana’s concern. Also during this time, Melvala crafts FateSealer and also starts developing her own spells.
Melvala assures her that her relationship with Hermaeus Mora is anything but harmful and ultimately it’s her decision to associate with him even if it does come to hurt her. This is a calmer point in Melva’s life and she spends a bit more time at the museum conducting research and gathering relics. This is when Mora surprises her by appearing in person. He has come to cast a powerful enchantment on the museum to protect it from harm as at this point, it is filled with extremely powerful and magical (and expensive) artifacts and he wants to keep Melvala and her life’s work safe.
This is when things change a little. Melvala convinces Hermaeus to stick around awhile. They go on a few adventures, she leads him around Skyrim and gets to witness her on her level. It’s here she teaches him that Experience can influence Knowledge and that ultimately affects how that Knowledge manifests as power inside her. Mora becomes… infatuated. She convinces him to let her adopt a large toad in Apocrypha. His name is Phibian.
Mora returns to Apocrypha with a lot to think about. After some deep consideration he decides he will propose a deal with his Champion. He will give her the option to forfeit her mortality to be by his side as a Prince of Oblivion. Her many pacts with the other Princes will be null, her soul no longer hangs in limbo of who gets it upon her death. He frames this as a deal but in reality, it’s truly a proposal- she will become a Demiprince… by marriage. For the first time since she met Hermaeus Mora, she does not understand what he is telling her. He loves her. He assumes his “mortal” form that he took while he visited her before and kisses her, and it’s through this connection they have a back and forth flow of information, and she learns his true feelings. He does say she can take all the time she needs to consider it and she is welcome to decline but after about 5 seconds she agrees.
By this point Melva knows she is unfated and ultimately Mora has no control over what becomes of her life. This has led her to have a nagging identity crisis in the back of her mind as she struggles to find what her real place is in the grand scheme of things. But now, she knows this is right, this is where she belongs. They have a ceremony with mortals and daedra alike and this is where Melva is given this grand power. Soon after they set out to develop the beginnings of her plane of Oblivion, the Starfields. She is Melvala, Melva Mora, Mel-Mora, queen of dragons, the mediator, the equalizer, defier of Fate and shatterer of dichotomies. Patron to adventurers and students. The Prince of Curiosity and Wealth and Adventure. She is the Daedric mirror of Talos, an ascended mortal.
I’ve rambled long enough and there are many little details I’ve omitted but that’s the gist of it. Sorry for making it so long!!!! I’d love for more specific questions to come in to get into those little things~
Thanks for asking!
#may edit later#adshfkjdl i wrote WAY too much sorry#melvala#melvala lore#hermaeus mora#skyrim#skyrim oc#tes oc#tesblr#the elder scrolls#ask auto
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23 Hours Remaining.
The day of reckoning has begun. 24 hours of posting 24 screenshots of the most serious character to grace Wander Over Yonder since April 1st is the least silliest day in the world and under no circumstances is this a holiday where people can be goofy. no siree that is illegal here
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The sun shone bright through the scuttling clouds overhead. The sky a bright faded blue. The breeze danced through the rustling leaves, tugging gently at clothes and hair, making the branches sway. Standing on a wooded knoll, trees at his back as he surveyed the rolling green fields before him. Shadows crawling across the landscape of verdant green and muted golden brown, highlighted the sparse shrubs and lonely boulder dotting the scenery. A simple yet breathtaking sight. The glitter of sunlight reflected on the surface of the quietly babbling stream caught his eye as he slowly made his way into the fields.
Perhaps a rest by the water would be good for the soul. He set his rucksack on the grassy shore and kneeled down the refill his waterskin before retreating to sit and enjoy the apple he had picked that morning.
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I am Jeremy
He/him, 16
not cishet + I am neurodivergent
I’m in a bunch of random ass fandombs I have not let go of a single interest throughout my entire life
💥💥💥💥
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Our first post, and some stuff about us!
Hiyas!!!!!!!! My name’s Tord!!!!!!!!! Uh, so are all the others here, though, so... just call me Starboy, please! I’m the main alter you’ll interact with (this is noted on the alter list page on our blog!) and I’m 17!
Stuff about the body: It’s 16 years old, physically - it has some disabilities (most notably, it needs glasses. Pretty common, I know, but none of us are really comfy sharing most of the rest of the issues, sorry! :( I will note, we have a damaged lung after getting covid from one of the body’s relatives!)
Oh, and the body is AFAB! It's, uh, not the most comfortable for any of us, having this different setup, se we're basically all transmascs! Classic seems to like it, though. He squicks me out a bit.
DNI if you support the DSMP (sorry, we’ve had bad experiences with the fandom), if you’re -phobic or any of the -ists/isms, if you don’t support neopronouns, if you hate Eddsworld/support any fandom drama (especially Dear Starboy antis!!!!), if you hate Tord (exceptions can be made for systems with Toms!)
Thin ice for endogenics - they can be okay but we’ve met some who sucked (then again, they could have been pretending in order to bully us, but we don’t like to point fingers, and we try to see the best in people, so... they were probably just having bad days.) so we’ll probably have Red Leader vet you as to whether you can interact or not. We aren’t sysmeds though, we swear! Just cautious after meeting some jerks. Also thin ice for singlets - y’all know which ones I mean. Just keep an open mind when you talk to us and we’ll probably get along!
I’ll update this later with more stuff, and heck, maybe one of the others will show up!
Bye for now!
-✨❀
#dear starboy#starboy tord#eddsworld dear starboy#eddsworld starboy tord#eddsworld tord#system#systems#traumagenic systems#sysblr#intro post#pinned post#may edit later#info post#stars-sakuras-and-heartbreak blog#eddsworld fictive#tord fictive#fictives#system stuff#endogenics please interact!#tramagenics please interact!#systems please interact!#system safe post!#endo safe post!
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Cassandra Cain and Ghost: Shared Trauma, Shared Motivations
ababababa okay not a huge analysis, started as just a little character thing i liked w/ Cass (+ Elisa, more on her) in Ghost/Batgirl: The Resurrection Machine,,
Early story spoilers ahead.
CW: Sex Trafficking, CW: Drugging (Complicated by a mid-story reveal but clearly coded as such), CW: Kidnapping (As much resonance as I find with how some of these subjects are dealt w/ by the characters, they’re all potentially not as gently delivered/handled as they could be. I did get triggered.)
In the Ghost/Batgirl series, Batgirl meets...well, Ghost. From what I know, she’s a Dark Horse character. But basically, she has a similar story to Cass; having been used and manipulated to be a weapon. Batgirl doesn’t know this at first. Nor is either girl aware of the fact they’re investigating the same missing persons case. When they do stumble upon one another, each acquires confirmation of just what happened to the missing women. They were victims of a form of sex trafficking. Specifically, they were sold to a very skeevy strip club “under the influence” and forced to perform.
And without any words, I feel there’s still already a clear understanding between the two on just how morally vexing this is for them;
Ghost/Batgirl #1
“But I’m glad to see I’m not the only one in the world with a sense of moral outrage.”
Now, this could just be referring to the fact that Cass happened to be following the case too. But even so, I think it speaks to the connection they share in this moment.
Cass & Ghost both sympathize with these girls for a distinct reason. Unlike most of Cass’s exploits beforehand, this isn’t down to her trying to save a life from certain death (which, don’t get me wrong, is still certainly important to her and tied to her trauma, as well as just important in general) - it’s to save a life from falling into the hands of another person. From having their bodies used for another’s benefit.
It obviously isn’t the exact same as what Ghost and Cass went through, but it strikes the same chords. Hits the same triggers. Brings out that same urge for justice in each of them.
For Ghost’s part, we got some indications on just how personal this case will feel for her before she could even put the pieces together on what’s going on. She has this to say upon arriving at the strip club;
Ghost/Batgirl #1
Can I just say how much I appreciate the clear lack of slutshaming in her frustration? What she’s upset about is how the power imbalance between the performers and clientele can be abused. Much like she was.
And immediately after meeting and rescuing Debbie Scoggins, the girls start following leads. And they aren’t shy about their anger with this sleazebag.
I believe Cass pretty quickly picked up on a lot of where Ghost’s rage was coming from. And could certainly relate to it.
Which is why she almost immediately feels she can trust her.
Ghost/Batgirl #2
So, Cass and Ghost are a cool duo! And Cass continues to morally kick ass.
I’m actually really sad these girls never met up again (to my knowledge). And how obscure Ghost seems to be in general...
Bonus: Cass & Ghost threatening more gross men;
#cassandra cain#elisa cameron#cw: sex trafficking#cw: drugging#cw: kidnapping#batgirl#black bat#orphan#ghost#ghost/batgirl: the resurrection machine#dc#comics#this was supposed to be way smaller skjdhskdhs#may edit later#analysis#headcanon#it would be cool if you followed/interacted 👉👈
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Making a pinned post,, woahhh
Hiya! This is for anyone who visits my page.
Who am I? Well, I have a collection of names but call me Everett! Some of my other names are listed in my bio, but the full list can be found here along with other information!
What are my pronouns? Well, if you visited the page I linked just above, you already know. But for those who haven't, my pronouns are Xe/He/Bite
What is my gender? Well, I'm Genderfaun! But if you happen to be interested in my long.. long list of xenogenders, it's right here!
Tags to be aware of: Everettstreasurestash (reblogs) Everettstrinkets (my own content) Everettstrash (my content but worse)
I am a MINOR, so NSFW/Minors DNI accounts please refrain from interacting.
I draw and write sometimes, but I rarely publicly share works of my own.
My other socials such as Instagram are here and open to look at!
What are some fandoms I'm in? Glad you asked! They will be listed here,
FANDOMS:
FNaF
FNaC
Warrior Cats
Wings of Fire
The Last of Us
Deltarune
Undertale
Stardew Valley
Terraria
Elder Scrolls
Rain World
Now I can't think of anything else important to put here, so I'll just give my DNI list here,
DNI LIST:
Transphobes
Truscums
Homophobes
Ace-exclusionists
Anti-xenogenders
Anti-neopronouns
Racists
Ableists
Sexists
Body shamers
Proshippers
P3d0ph1l3s
NOMAPs
Anti-kins
N4z1s
#pinned post#introduction#dni list#lgbtq#acespec#my ass is under the trans umbrella#genderfaun#xenogenders#neopronouns#tw pedophila mention#tw nazi mention#may edit later#subject to change#haiiii helloo :3#five nights at freeeeeeeedddyyy's is this where you wanna be i just dont geeeeeeet iiiittt why do you want to stay#i am a gregory fnaf defender#Everettstrinkets
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considering making a pinned post
hm.
ok i'm done considering.
art tag link. art reblog blog.
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thanks for watching! make sure to like, comment, and subscribe!
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Indie and hc-based Deidara rp blog from the Naruto Shippuden manga
Mutuals only · Sporadic activity · oc-friendly!
interpreted by Chesh ( she/her, 24 years old )
( rules / about / verses / tags ) · Rules for mobiles users under the cut
1. private. means mutuals only. I’m open to any fandom, OCs (love ‘em!!). If we are mutuals, I definitely read the Rules + About pages.
2. threads.
Starting interactions is easy: send memes, tag me in starters or IM me with ideas. All i’m here for is to write with you people.
As much as I like canon Akatsuki verse, it is a nice change to write in a modern AU in which Deidara is not the villain. If you hit me up to do that verse or even have ideas, I will love you.
3. interpretation. This version of Deidara is aged up by three years. Thus, in Part II, the default Akatsuki Verse, he is 22 years old. Personally, I think his background story makes more sense that way. Find incorporated headcanons on the about page, if you are interested.
4. triggers. Due to Deidara’s nature, writing content may be trigger heavy. I tag:
gore tw: graphic descriptions of injuries and violence
suicide tw: mentions of suicidal thoughts, ideation, description
nsfw//: sexual content
4. shipping.
I’m more of a spontaneous shipper than plotting romance: if the chemistry is there, it’s there
That being said, I stan Obito/Deidara. If there is an Obito out there that considers shipping, PLS message me.
I won’t ever assume any kind of relationship beforehand unless it’s canon, so Obitos, fear not, there shall be only bickering unless we discussed something
It’s rare to see anything nsfw except for dirty banter on this blog
5. misc.
Don’t expect me to respond quickly, I’m super slow with messages and threads and stuff. I’m very sorry but after years of being like this I came to to the conclusion that this is how it is for now.
Take ur time! Don’t u ever dare apologise! Reply 3 months later idc i still luv u <3
I love plotted threads hmu for discord we can alk about the meaning of life too
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Testing my new colors in some old ocs!
You can ask about them!
#my art#my fanart#all of them are old ocs#i love them all so much#my oc#x3#naruto oc#I might bring them back one day#may edit later
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When there's a patient in the house
How quiet the house must be
This isn't just a house for living
It becomes a house of recovery
Quiet it's sharps of pain
Yelps of agony, whimpering again
Rearranged all the furniture
Threw out any clutter
Who needs these shoes right here
When I just fell ablunder
When there's a patient in the house
All other troubles seem to fade
What other frustrations can there be
Just lay down and pull down all the shades
You fight with everything you have
Medication appointments rest
You try with everything you have
Why does this feel like a test?
Is there some greater reason we had to live this day
The one tomorrow too
From the day of the accident
To healing day going infinity and two
Is this just a lesson
Or is this character building
I knew no other change would come
But did it have to be this way?
I get it, it's a wake up call
The one I was even joking I'd need
But did it have to hurt this much
At least send a noble steed
When there's a patient in the house
And everyone seems on eggshells tight
How are you supposed to breathe
When everything is about healing right?
#spilled ink#poem#my writing#doesn't feel complete#may edit later#recovery#rehabilitation#learning to walk again#behavioral health#mental health#physical health#physical therapy#therapy#getting beatter#healing#words#poetry#poets corner#writers and poets
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theyre the Cluster B Four Horsemen of the apocalypse ur honor
#our& edits.#fictives.#bellatrix belladonna / beretta.#sigrid viktoria / sig.#hitoshi sora / colt.#may edit later#from left to right:#bpd.txt#npd.txt#hpd.txt#aspd.txt#constellation.
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