#private prisons cartoon

[fatehbaz]

This April [2021], the Iowa Department of Corrections issued a ban on charities, family members, and other outside parties donating books to prisoners. Under the state’s new guidelines, incarcerated people can get books only from a handful of “approved vendors.” Used books are prohibited altogether [...].

In 2018, the Michigan prison system introduced an almost identical set of rules, and Ohio, Pennsylvania, and Washington have all made attempts to block book donations, which were only rolled back after public outcry. Across the United States, the agencies responsible for mass imprisonment are trying to severely limit incarcerated people’s access to the written word [...].

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The official narrative is that donated books could contain “contraband [...]" -- the language used in Michigan [...]. This is a flimsy justification that begins to fall apart under even the lightest scrutiny. [...] [Contraband] [...] [is] not originating from nonprofit groups like the Appalachian Prison Book Project or Philadelphia’s Books Through Bars. [....] The old cartoon scenario of a hollow book with a saw or a gun inside just isn’t realistic, and its invocation is a sign that something else is going on.

That “something else,” predictably enough, is profit. With free books banned, prisoners are forced to rely on the small list of “approved vendors” chosen for them by the prison administration. These retailers directly benefit when states introduce restrictions. In Iowa, the approved sources include [B&N] and [B-a-M], some of America’s largest retail chains -- and, notably, ones which charge the full MSRP value for each book, quickly draining prisoners’ accounts. An incarcerated person with, say, $20 to spend can now only get one book, as opposed to three or four used ones; in states where prisoners make as little as 25 cents an hour for their labor, many can’t afford even that.

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With e-books, the situation is even worse, as companies like [GTL] supply supposedly “free” tablets which actually charge their users by the minute to read.

Even public-domain classics, available on Project Gutenberg, are only available at a price under these systems -- and prisons, in turn, receive a 5% commission on every charge. All of this amounts to rampant price-gouging and profiteering on an industrial scale.

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The rise of these private vendors has also been mirrored by the systematic dismantling of the prison library system. In the last ten years, budgets for literacy and educational resources have seen dramatic cuts, reducing funding to almost nothing [...]. In Illinois, for instance, the Department of Corrections spent just $276 on books across the entire state in 2017, down from an already meager $605 the previous year. (This means, incidentally, that each of the state’s roughly 39,000 prisoners was allotted seven-tenths of a cent.)

Oklahoma, meanwhile, has no dedicated budget for books at all, requiring prison librarians to purchase them out-of-pocket. [...]

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These practices become all the more abhorrent when you consider the impact books can have behind bars. By now, the social science on their benefits is well-established [...]. [O]ther inmates have reported that reading meant “the difference between just giving up mentally and emotionally and making it through another day, week, or year,” countering the dehumanizing effects of their imprisonment. A book can offer a brief, irreplaceable moment of calm in hellish circumstances. [...]

[There is] a shameful pattern in American society, where many people simply don’t think about the incarcerated on a day-to-day basis, let alone sympathize with their worsening conditions. [...] One of the most common arguments for the American carceral system, and its continued existence, is that of rehabilitation. According to its defenders, a prison is not simply a place of suffering, where unwanted populations are sent to disappear. Nor is it a callous money-making machine, intended to squeeze free labor from them in a regime of functional slavery. Instead, prison rehabilitates -- so the story goes. [...] In these terms, the basic legitimacy of mass imprisonment, and its allegedly positive social role, is taken for granted. [...] But the practice of book banning exposes the lie. Not only do American prisons have little interest in education, healing, and growth, but they will actively prevent them the moment there is a dollar to be made or an ounce of power to be secured.

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Text by: Alex Skopic. "The American Prison System's War on Reading". Protean (Protean magazine online). 29 November 2021. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me.]

[ellena-asg]

McDanno in front of suspect's salad - every damn time:

• they have that Big Talk with a suspect but after every few sentences they feel a need to look at each other intensely

• a suspect sits in front of them and suddenly they feel a need to touch each other or they pretend they're arguing (cause it's sexy + it's a good excuse for some extra touching)

• they ask suspect about important things but after hearing the answer they suddenly have their goofy time together, they make jokes or just generally have fun, like "Hey, babe, do you remember how I threw that guy into a cage with sharks?"/"Oh yeah, hahahah"

• a suspect talks to them and they can hear/are focused but they're also so busy flirting with each other and/or are very very sweet to each other (say compliments f.e.) and all around is suddenly so sweet

• a suspect is still there (handcuffed or not yet) but these two dorks are now focused on their private life, like "Hey, how's Gracie?"/"Still sad that I couldn't watch that Barbie cartoon with her but I'm gonna make her the best pancakes ever so...". Or: "Ugh, my stomach!"/"Ha! I told you: don't eat this shit! But don't worry, babe. This time I WILL drive us to home and um, I'll give you a hot massage. I mean... I'll give your belly a hot massage, I, um, I will use hot stones!"

They usually talk about their Ohana and feelings (oh the episode where Steve comes back to Hawaii with Wo-Fat and Danny is like "Cargo pants! I knew it!" and "Steve. Did you miss me, babe? Ha?! Cause I missed you! Come on, hug me!" and Wo-Fat is like "WTF is happening here"). But it can be literally about everything: tickets for the game, medical appointment, shopping, weather...

• there's also this McDanno pose:

aka "We are Boyfriends, you know" ("Btw don't mess with us!")

I can't with our boys but especially with their suspects having the most confusing time of their life 😂 All these guys at first are like "Oh shit, cops!" and they expect some talking, all that serious police jazz, maybe some threatening but soon they all see and hear McDanno being McDanno and they're like "WTF? Are these cops serious? Is this some hidden camera show or what? Do they know they're at work and they should be professional? Do they remember about their suspect?!".

Suspect: Ahem. I'm still here, you know.

McDanno: *being McDanno*

Suspect: Hello? Officers? *Oh no, I'm like the air now, they don't see me* *Oh, fuck, they're doing this again! Come on men, it's too intimate, I don't feel comfortable you know. You need a room and I shouldn't be in that room with you, you get it?*

McDanno: *being McDanno*

Suspect: Excuse me! You should arrest me and take to your car or something like that, right? Right?! *oh mommy, I don't wanna stand here with them, invisible, forever!*

McDanno: *being McDanno*

Suspect: SOMEBODY TAKE ME TO THE JAIL! Pleeeease! *sob* HELP! HELP!

Oh and the episode where Steve and Danny played basketball with prisoners and prisoners were like "Yo, you're fucking married!"? Sure, they had eyes, they noticed it all. But I bet that they knew. They knew it before seeing our boys. All prisoners know - from other prisoners (guys booked by Danno and Steve). You go to jail = you hear about McDanno, they're legendary.

New prisoner: Hi everybody! I'm here cause I'm a serial killer. You can call me like you want but I prefer...

Other prisoners: Who caught you?

New prisoner: Um, cops.

Other prisoners: But who exactly?

New prisoner: Sorry, I don't remember their names. I only remember my sense of awkwardness... and that they called each other "babe". Huh, Small Romeo and Tall Romeo? Yeah, I know, shitty description is shitty and...

Other prisoners: *whispering and cursing* *but also shipping secretly* MCDANNO!!!

New prisoner: So... They do this in front of every...

Other prisoners: ALWAYS!

#h50 #McDanno #steve mcgarrett #danny williams

[bakawitch]

Okay, so, announcement time!

I am looking for more OCs to add to Miraculous Mortality because 1, I am running out of characters to assign parasites, and 2, this is already a pretty self-indulgent OC stuffed crossover-esc au and I feel like a few extra OCs wouldn't matter all that much at this point XD

So! If you have an OC you're interested in seeing in Miraculous Mortality, feel free to submit them!

Here are the kwamis up for grabs and a few guidelines to follow if you decide to submit an OC:

Hare of Speculation

Kwami: Forss

she/her

Tool: playing cards

Theming: Casino

Power: Flutter Bet - The power to make deals and bets and reward the winner and punish the loser. The bets can be one-sided as long as they don't apply to others. If a bet is made between more than one consenting people, the winner will be rewarded by a prize of their choice within reason, and the loser will face a penalty chosen by the winner. The prize and the punishment are usually short-term, but if the user channels a significant amount of energy into one, it can be long term or even permanent.

Moodboard used:

Snake of Liquidation

Claimed

Kwami: Laata

she/them

Tool: gel gun

Theming: Desserts

Power: Jelly Shot - The power to generate a jelly like substance with healing properties. The jelly is safe to consume and is very elastic. It's also strong enough to hold multiple people up, depending on the surface shot out. The activation of the power is not necessary for small shots.

Moodboard used:

Mouse of Exhilaration

they/them

Claimed

Kwami: Scurra

Tool: hat

Theming: Circus

Power: Hijinks - The power to apply cartoon physics to the world. The user's body innately follows cartoon logic, and they are capable of summoning a tool from their hat depending on their preference that's able to apply cartoon physics to other people and their immediate surroundings.

Moodboard used:

he/him

Platypus of Isolation

Kwami: Excuub

Tool: eku (wooden paddle)

Theming: Prison

Power: Oubliette - The power to trap objects and individuals in chained energy cells. The cells are inescapable, and only the user can destroy them. The user has the ability to completely control the cells.

Moodboard used:

Lice of Contagion

Claimed

Kwami: Vennen

he/it

Tool: rope dart

Theming: Computer Virus

Power: Mar - The power to infect organisms with a small parasite that lets the user see and hear from the contaminated individuals' eyes and ears. The user can activate this by piercing a target with the rope dart.

Moodboard used:

🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄

So! If you are interested in an OC of yours being included with one of these parasites, please send me a quick bio of them! It could be just a random character you made up on the spot or a special little blorbo you wrote novels about. Obviously, credit will be given to those who don't submit anonymously. Heads up that it's first come, first served, so I'll assign kwamis to the first submissions/asks. I'll keep updating the master post here about what kwamis are still available. (Look for TBS)

What to include:

Name:

Age:

Chosen Kwami:

Hero Name:

Bio: (could be anything from nationality to likes and dislikes or tragic backstories)

Physical description and/or reference: (you could use picrew for this! Could be hero/villain form too)

You could also include whatever existing materials there are of them so I can portray them more accurately!

No familial relations to canon characters.

Also. PLEASE PLEASE let me know if you want me to give your oc immunity, because if you do, I will make sure that no serious permanent harm comes to them and that they will be alive by the end of the story. Miraculous Mortality might get a little dark, and I do not want to put someone's oc through things that make them uncomfortable!

Amd with all that out of the way, I eagerly await submissions! If non-anon askers want, I'm also open to consulting about oc and parasite claims through private messages :)

#miraculous mortality #miraculous ladybug #mlb #mortality miracle box #miraculous kwamis #original kwamis #kwami oc #mlb oc #mlb ocs #others ocs #ocs #oc #baka arts #doodlings

[benslittlestarkiller]

Vladimir Makarov HeadCannon Imagines

Part 4, but you don't have to read Part 1 and Part 2 to understand.

Description: Vladimir takes you on vacation to Ibiza.

🔥

The sun sets once more, this time on a foreign land. You're standing on the balcony of Vladimir's new house, which overlooks a small beach.

The air is still and quiet, the only sound being the gentle lapping of water against the shore. You look over at Vladimir, who is sitting on a lounge chair with a book in his hands.

"Vladdy," you say softly, "are you enjoying your holiday?"

Vladimir has Private Jet, a Boeing 757

"Vladdy I want you," you whisper as the maid hands you a glass of champagne and hands Vladimir glass of Vodka

Vladimir only drink Vodka, no water or amuthing else

Tou. Run your babd down his arm I n swducrio n

"Ooh, habt we can't right now the kids are watching" he gestures at Vladimir Jr (Vladimir Vladimirovich) and Mikhail aka Misha named after the beat in Olympic

They were sitting is seat of plane earing thir fa vourite snack caviar with crackers. Even as toddler and baby with no teeth to chew solid food they love caviar and crack

ER. You pulled out apple iPad tablet and hand 2 of them to kids, they immediayely start watching Peepe Pug.

Famous caton crom brita

You look vladdy with seductive look winking an eye to hint at him thatyou went him

)plese vladdy... I need you know...Need your cuck inside me....me tsarina parts aching for u" you said in a breathless whisper.

Vladimir sighed and placed down his bottle of vodka. "Very well, then," he said exasperatedly.

"Let us go to the bathroom" he said too

He led ou to bahtroom I n airplain in sky

As it flew to island house he owned

V the

His hand was big on yours, bigger and he was strong, manly virole you couldn't wait to get him inside of your

Tight HULL

He pushed you into the luxury bathroom of his privyet jet

Bathroom was luxor y with Guccih towel and carpet, Louiss vutton toilet and bath set and Armani toilet papers, he push you up against toilwt desperate for you like a man sesperate to devour a bowl of fresh borsht, still steaming after babusha make as she dollop fresh yogurt from cow ontop. Hearty and filling, the scent wafting through the house as gentle music plays from the shoetwave radio in the distance, ND from the television set plays an old cartoon as Vladimir sits in his high chair in Babushka's dacha while baba herself sings an old Russian song to her baby grandson whom she love very much.

The wet sounds of his fingers pumpkin into goir tight height sounded jn the wchoing bathroom and soon he was down on his knees sucking your clit and fucking the hol with 3 fingees as you grabb hair, nearly exposing his receeding hairline.

You manned louldy like cow being milked for fresh yogurt at Babushka's dacha farm house for three borschtt,

Vladir tongue worships your pink petals and tught hole. (You taste so good.. like Russian tea cake, to him)

Amber scream I n ectasy like the sound of alarm durong nuclear attack in Cold Wars

Just before hou about to ascend to the heavenly plane if exustan e vladmir stop.

You whine jn frustration.., please don't stopp you SAY IN VOICE

He smirks up st you as ue brush stubble chin ahaindt soft skin thigh. You shiver st the sensations it illicits through you. Your hole needy clench down on NOTHING

Ple I se you man ed"

Vladimir Makarov was born on April 1st and was involved in various crimes such as human trafficking and the muffled sounds of fellow prisoners offers a discordant lullaby of the other guards taking advantage of her and make her his very own ends or to protect User

[Sprry fuys cat steal phone-?] And then little brother Bobby

Vladim unzip her panrs r dping the m wide open for all to see legs spread pussy open to the wplrld. He look into h9le. "Mmm needy hitl?" He asks.

"Only for you daddy" she said

?*Say it again," he say rouhly his voice

"Daddy please 🙏 "

/^÷, he pullsout giant coke and shoves it inside

It stretc h your hole wider than ak_47

He was an aries

Sound rught

Thrusting hard and fast, he grips your hips in his bruising grip, his fingers leaving indentations in your plush flesh. His chest heaved with exertion and he suddenly held himself still inside you, gasping as he nearly came undone from the single thrust alone. Your body was an addiction, one that he couldn't kick. Like the most potent tobacco, he savored you, all the little sounds you made, the softness of your skin, the warmth of you around him. Tenderly, you embraced him, winding your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. He buried his nose in your neck, breathing in your scent as he left lingering kisses along your pulsepoint.

He you moo louder hnd louder

"Oh Vladdy, pleade don tstop!! I want toy uo to cume inside of me, please I want to make a third baby!!!"

He loo a you the look in your eyes looked as beautiful as the skies

He could not resist, he would surely persist

To come inside your fertile hole, was his most passionate goal

"I won't stop, my love, don't you worry," Your Vladdy says as he comes undone in a flurry.

His virile seed filled you up, it was like vodka in cup

Spurts of creamy white goo flowed from him and into you

It was wonderful, it was right, as he filled you up all night

Nine months later the two of you eagerly await the birth of baby three on February 23rd, a wonderful date.

Little baby Princess Anastasia was the apple of her papa's blue /brown eye

She was so dear to him it broke his heart to say bye

He was going to prison

The was

Next chapter w8ll be Conjugal visit

#vladimir makarov x reader #vladimir makarov imagine #call of duty #vladimir makarov #cod x reader #call of duty imagine #vladimir makarov art #makarov x reader #cod makarov #call of duty makarov #og makarov #vladimir makarov reboot

[thecruellestmonth]

[WIP] Jason Todd 2023 fic recs

Some of the best Jason Todd fics posted or updated in the year 2023.

"Beneficiary" by sirsparklepants @sirsparklepants https://archiveofourown.org/works/44845189 - The beneficiaries of the estate of Jason Todd. [bittersweet comfort, aftermath of canon child death]

The Foreigner by somecaveats @de-vespertiliones https://archiveofourown.org/works/44992420 - Immediately after the Lazarus Pit, Jason comes back. [drama, trauma, grief, love that hurts, literary references galore, the good stuff]

"The Extremely True Story of the Titans Tower Attack" by Wisetypewriter https://archiveofourown.org/works/45011785 - Red Hood evilly dragged the iron maiden Talia had gifted him in the Titans Tower’s kitchen. He cackled to himself, so deliciously happy to be able to test it on Robin. The most "Titans Tower AU" ever of all time. [comedy, parody]

"Confessional" by Temeritous @temeritious - Jason gets hit with a spell and uses it in an inadvisable manner. [mild horror, hurt no comfort]

whether a beast or a human being by Goldmonger https://archiveofourown.org/series/3417622 - The Red Hood has been recaptured by the Batman and consigned to a private prison, one buried deep beneath Gotham City. The Dark Knight has encountered insane and deadly criminals before, and knows the havoc that can be wreaked from allowing them any kind of freedom. The Red Hood will spend the rest of his life under observation, and will be cared for according to the directives of the Batman. It is unlikely that he will rejoin society, but that is a sacrifice that must be made to protect the citizens of Gotham. [stream of consciousness, hurt, WIP]

"The Daughter of the Water" by chucklesbuckles - Talia tries to help Jason, and she unleashes a curse upon the world. [supernatural horror, family feels, tragedy]

"Neighbours" by Aingeal98 @aingeal98 https://archiveofourown.org/works/40132554 - Bruce loved his son. Bruce was delighted that his son was making new friends. But there was something odd about that family, and no it wasn't just because Cassandra's mother outvoted him at the last PTA meeting, Jason. (That may have played a small part. Sue him, he's human.) Awesome Cass and Shiva, with little Jason as a major character. [feel-good comedy, friendship, family]

catch and release by hellsreluctantheir - https://archiveofourown.org/works/50457703

"promises" by sunspikes https://archiveofourown.org/series/3413851 - After a nightmarish premonition, Jason makes Bruce promise not to bury him in the event of his death... [trauma, angst, hurt/comfort/more hurt]

"Down to Dust" by Sparkypants @sparkypantaloons https://archiveofourown.org/works/47407291 - It's not the warehouse that Jason has nightmares about. It's Bruce. Bruce deciding to cremate him instead of bury him. Because if he had, what would Jason be now? An infinite number of pieces, cast into the wind. Smoke hanging in the air and never whole or home again, part of him always missing.[psychological horror, hurt/comfort]

"Oracle Movie Trailer" by centreoftheselights - The trailer concept for an Oracle origin movie, featuring Robin II as a supporting character.

"through death and time" by sparkycap @sparkysomething https://archiveofourown.org/works/45733813 - After a mission that takes Batman and Nightwing back twenty years in the past, Bruce does what he does best: he finds a kid. Luckily this one is already his. [fluffiest fluff, time travel]

"YOU MUST KNOW LIFE TO KNOW DECAY." by orpheusaki @damianbugs - Jason and the rain. [adorable Todd parents, lovely Batdad, bittersweet]

"Get Joker" by chucklesbuckles - In which Suicide Squad: Get Joker! is scrapped for parts and melted down.

"the shadow of violence" by shipyrds - Jason shoots someone to protect Damian. Bruce, as usual, has opinions.

Red X by ilovelegendsalot https://archiveofourown.org/series/1211157 - Mostly following the canon events of the Teen Titans cartoon, from the perspective of the second Red X, Jason Todd.

NOTE: I plan to update this list throughout 2023, and post a final version in December.

catch and release by hellsreluctantheir - https://archiveofourown.org/works/50457703

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd fic #Jason Todd fanfic #Jason Todd fanfiction #Batfic #Batman fic #Batman fanfic #fic rec #fic rec list #fanfic rec #Batdad #Red Hood #Bruce and Jason #post may be updated and revised #thecruellestmonth #2023

[firespirited]

Found on NBC is very bingeable and promises a bunch of really interesting things: it's written, acted and produced by two black women, it has a diverse cast who are played by talented actors with well lit skin tones. It's the stories of missing people who the police don't bother with because of their minority status and the private firm who hunts them down, working outside the law as police can't be trusted. The twist in the pilot implies we're getting a psychological drama, not just a procedural.

It's also some of the worst victim blaming I've seen outside of Blue Bloods or a Tyler Perry piece.

-The writing is ham-fisted, they feed you the clues three times, no plot holds up to scrutiny once the episode is over.

-It's toothless. The 14 rating is surprising, this is barely PG. They're unwilling to commit to anything morally grey or complex. Watching the two lead actors give it their utmost then realize they're not going to get anything juicy like Hannibal but NCIS: LA instead is a journey to be sure.

-It's really bad copaganda with a diversity wrapper badly slapped on top. Each and every victim is a perfect little angel who is worthy and deserving of being found, they only end up in bad situations through tragic accidents. The police are just bad because a cartoon villain runs the station. Our good cop is a very good man. Our heroine is a stoic super badass whose spirit was never broken by abuse, who never compromised. She's also either very smart or very stupid depending on what the plot needs: nothing in between, no layers.

Here's an example of the callousness of the writing:

"Missing while homeless" makes a point of not using the word homeless because 'unhoused' is more respectful - they deserve dignity, they can even be artists and kind souls! Then it used a homeless woman's rape as a throwaway plot point for her companion to be suicidal despite him having depression and stating he wanted to harm himself on a set date for years. One of the team spots the predator to the homeless camp by his nice nails. Our homeless woman has perfect brows (painted to modern trends), teeth and skin. They drive off into the sunset with magic money he had all along at the end, she doesn't have to deal with the criminal justice system, her attacker is going to jail with the power of deus ex. The man isn't suicidal any more.

Our competent, poised, heroine is undone by her pesky emotions: a puppet in her abuser's hands. Her emotions are pure though, she's not getting any kicks from this, she saves lives, it's a noble goal, she's a noble woman. Sure would be sick and nasty if she actually felt anything vengeful or enjoyed the control of this personal prison setup. No, we're repeatedly told this is a complex woman with agency, only for the plot to turn her into a silly little girl several times every episode.

The suicide prevention hotline at the end was a band-aid on the bullet hole that was the way a woman's assault was used as plot fodder and then dropped, the mischaracterization of suicidal ideation and depression - coming very close to showing a death by suicide on screen and I'm not joking, almost every character talked about the "nice place" they'd chosen to die by suicide back when they were suicidal. Impressively wrong on multiple levels: great job.

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Found on NBC proves you don't need to hire a writer's room of hetero middle-aged white dudes to create "Respectability Politics: missing person's edition" when middle class church and wellness ladies are willing to spit on their own. It doesn't even have the intellectual honesty of a bodice ripper. It'll get 5+ seasons of defanged teasing.

#found nbc #nbc found #and also tv #movie reviews #saf #I love me some problematic media that owns being problematic: this isn't it

[heartfullofleeches]

After seeing the mention of a TV clown villain arc, I just had this idea: The reader is a VA who solely does villain roles in media, whether in films, shows, or even games. The yanderes are people who have had the pleasure to work alongside them, as well as fans of the series and franchises they appear in. They make an announced reveal of what they look like at a convention for one of the franchises, and reveal who they are with one of their lines from a game or show using the voice of that character, later followed by announcing their role in a live action as the main antagonist. Throughout the entire convention, and at the meet and greet, they flirtatious comments to fans and castmates alike.

Anyone who met you would agree that you were an interesting individual. From fans to fellow colleagues; none could describe a single instance where you failed so charm them, or were anything other than a delicate to be around. It was a stark difference from the roles you'd take up. Cruel, vile characters without an ounce of compassion. It was also a surprise considering the small fact that not one person could recall ever seeing your face.

In all your years down this career path, you kept your face and most of your personal life a mystery. A divide to separate it from your daily life one might say. Your bosses didn't really mind for the most part, and while it was frustrating for those who wanted to get close many understood. It just added to your allure for some fans - the unsolved puzzle of what the face behind their favorite voice was.

Fortunately, all didn't seem lost for your following. With the date of a convention on the horizon, you made a few posts hunting at a big reveal. One such posy even had an innocent picture of you lounging at home, your face obscured by your hand. The commentors were definitely in a frenzy over that harmless joke.

The day on the convention, you plan something.. special for your fans. The event starts off with casting calls for a few new projects. The franchise you're starring in was mentioned during. There were plans for a new cartoon, as well as a movie involving the voice actors; you obviously included. The latter news would be saved until after the meet and greet, where you planned on revealing your face, but not without some fun first.

The crowd kicks up in excitement when your name is mentioned. You walk on stage to give your few words of acknowledge - hood thrown over your face.

"Good morning, everyone. I'm so excited to be here and looking forward to meeting you all. Hope you enjoy the event, and what's to come."

In the surprise and excitement of your fans, you reach up to pull the hood off your face - a cry of disbelief coming from all who witnessed what hide beneath. Sporting a mask fashioned after an older version of your character; you wave at the audience. It covered the entirety of your face, but designed in a way that exposed the skin of your right cheek.

"See you all later." You muse, walking off to the end of the stage.

It went without saying that the diehards were beyond disappointed. They so hope to finally see that face of yours. Even those with the capabilities to pry into your private life had held off searching in hopes for this moment - and avoiding a prison sentence.

The crowds disburse. Some wondering to the various booths while others head to the already forming lines for the greet. Huddled off to the side, two fans talk over the announcement.

"There's still the chance it'll happen at the meet and greet..."

"I know, but- I really wanted to see their face now. They're the only reason I came to this event in the first place."

A bystander bumps into the more dejected of the two; the other party going to step out of the way - before a hand grips their shoulder.

"I wouldn't be too worried about that, dearest. Any good villain knows not to reveal their true form in the presence of the masses."

The voice is low, and mocking. Just like the character from a show involving a wicked royal. The same one splattered right the fan's shirt. They looks up. If it wasn't the voice, the jacket proved just who the person that grabbed them was. You smile back at them, the hood of your jacket slightly shielding your face, but enough for them to see.

"Hey there."

Their voice comes out in the smallest of whimpers. Was this real life? Their favorite actor- coming up to them. Touching them; showing them their face. This felt like a dream- yet a nightmare at the same time. One wrong word could completely ruin your view of them. The idol they worshipped greater than any higher power. On top of that, they can actually see you- and you're nothing like their wildest imagination could conjure. Absolutely stunning.

"I.. I'm your biggest fan..."

Still in character, you chuckle. "Really now? Well, we'll just have to see about that when I get to others."

They were the first one you came up to? Can they die now? Nothing in life could ever surpass a moment like this. Maybe they already had, and this was heaven.

Attempting to get the awestruck fan's attention after they fall into the pits of their own mind, you eventually wonder off to greet more fans.

-

It doesn't take long for news of you walking about to catch wind. Even going so far to reach your fellow costars.

Waiting for the second act to begin; the actor playing the protagonist bites down on their thumb - stomach churning at the thought of you with those filthy fans of yours swarming around you like hordes of maggots. They didn't waste all that time in acting classes; abuse their family's power to get this role, just for you to wonder off with those below them.

Their phone chimes. A new post from your fan page - showing off a picture one managed to get of you. They don't look at it for long. The arm around your waist makes them sick. They didn't even look at your face before they toss the device on the floor.

-

Finished with your little adventure, you head to the auditorium to prepare for the meet. The protagonist comes up to you as you fix your mask back in place; extending their clinched hand with a wave.

"H-hey! Y/n, right?"

You turn. You really hadn't met this person before, but they were nice from the brief conversations you formed. "Oh, hey. What's up?"

They breath through their teeth. "Ah, not much. Saw you were out meeting fans. Don't you think your coworkers should get to see what you look like first?"

A joke - despite the hurt in their tone. You fail to notice, stepping closer to you drop your voice with a laugh.

"What a look at my face? You'll have to defeat me, hero, or give me something of equal value."

The hum that follows your line has them feeling weak in the legs. They swallow the built up saliva in the back of their throat with a nervous chuckle. You playful tap their arm.

"Just messing with you. You'll see soon."

The actor stumps against the wall as you walk past to head to the stage. The pumping of their blood thumps loudly in their ears; heartbeat bursting through the hands that cage it to their chest. Working with you was going to be the highlight of their days - and the hopeful start to conjoining with yours.

-

By the time the event starts, the line doubled in size. A good chunk of the crowd had already seen what they wanted, but waited with baited breaths for another look.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere oc #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #yandere drabble #yandere writing #yandere fic #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Evidences for Lili Golden Child vs Archie Scapegoat by u/sofiaks05

Evidences for Lili Golden Child vs Archie Scapegoat I'll start.The name Archie is very un-royal. It's diminutive, childish like, offers no gravitas. Chosen after an obscure cartoon no-one cares about, nothing like a superhero. A joke really. He was named to counter royal conventions and expectations (compare to little George, future king, or Edward, or Charlotte, or August - very proper names).His birth announcement, name, he won't have a title to escape the "royal life prison", and the 'he won't be raised in this lifestyle' declaration just after the birth.. all this was ILBW flipping the finger to the RF. Archie as a baby was to have no agency as a person from the moment he was born; his life was to be a F.U to what a royal should look and sound and behave. MM (and H to an extend) was prepared to 'sacrifice' his 'royalness' just to piss off the RF. When they were IN the royal fold, they used the child to make themselves the ones different and OUT - regardless of what the child might feel like in the future.They left the RF and then comes Lili.What do they do? Use Lili to create an unmissable link not only to the RF, but to the most important person in the monarchy. They give the baby Queen Elizabeth's private nickname, never used by anyone else in the family, not even her own children. Why? To flip the finger at her and the RF. Unlike the name of a cartoon character, Lili's royalness is highlighted to the max, her name is that of THE queen, and (still) the second most important woman in the RF, Diana. Lili has the "Spencer's genes" (that surely comes from ILBW, with her ancestry test crap), and her 'blue blue' eyes. Dismissive comment to her son who does not - devaluation already at infancy. The connection to QEII provides Lili with an abstract gravitas that Archie will never have.In addition... Archie was not supposed to get a title (so nothing for him), but once Lili was born, then titles were demanded.And many other examples in the day-to-day life, I suspect.​ post link: https://ift.tt/7xsQi5A author: sofiaks05 submitted: November 01, 2023 at 04:14PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

#SaintMeghanMarkle #harry and meghan #meghan markle #prince harry #voetsek meghan #sussexes #markled #archewell #megxit #duke and duchess of sussex #duchess of sussex #duchess meghan #duke of sussex #harry and meghan smollett #walmart wallis #harkles #megain #spare by prince harry #fucking grifters #meghan and harry #Heart Of Invictus #Invictus Games #finding freedom #doria ragland #WAAAGH #sofiaks05

[novankenn]

Coco's Search for a WAIFU or The Purgatory of Jaune

= Ten = (Master Chapter List)

Coco felt like a Death Row prisoner walking the Green Mile. Pyrrha's icy steel grip upon her shoulder never faltered. The only consolation Coco had was that Pyrrha agreed to have their conversation in the privacy of CFVY's dorm instead of out in the middle of a hallway.

Velvet: Coco! What did you do?

Coco: It's not my fault!

Pyrrha: (Leans in and hisses in Coco's ear) Really? Whose fault is it, then?

Coco blanched and suppressed a shiver. Velvet closed and Coco soon found herself face to face with her Bun-Bun, a displeased Bun-Bun.

Velvet: Hey, Pyrrha. Where are you headed?

Pyrrha: Your dorm. Coco wanted to have our chat in private, and I agreed.

Velvet: Okay, well then let's go.

Coco's spirit fell even further. An incensed Nikos was one thing, but a disappointed Velvet added a whole other dimension to this encounter. With her bowed, Coco resigned herself to her fate, and a probable shorted life span as Pyrrha continued to hold on to her and Velvet lead the way to the dorm. Once inside, Coco was released. With Pyrrha standing in front of the door, arms crossed under her bust, and Velvet taking a position near the windows, Coco had no other options other than to take a seat on one of the beds.

Velvet: So, are you going...

Pyrrha: What the FUCK did you do to Jaune!

Coco: I used a special potion to change him.

Velvet: Special potion? What is going on? Why?

Pyrrha: Yes, that is the question of the hour. Why Coco? Why would you do that to Jaune?

Coco: I... I...

Velvet: Wait! This is the second time you've done this.

Pyrrha: Second time?

Velvet: Yes. I don't know if you remember the little girl that called you Auntie. That was Jaune.

Pyrrha: What! (Starts to take a step forward) Oh, you are one sick person!

Coco: What?!? Are you insane? I would NEVER do something like that to any child!

Pyrrha: Well, Jaune was gone all night! What were you doing?

Coco: I took her to an empty room, gave her cookies, and a milkshake... then watched cartoons with her until she fell asleep! Then I stayed up all night until a few minutes before she would change back!

Pyrrha: What did you watch?

Coco: Seventeen episodes of "Super Magical Garment Bunny Faunus Girl" which is I must say is fairly well written, but is kinda of sexualized, and not really appropriate for young children. There was nothing overt, but I could tell.

Pyrrha: That is Jaune's favourite show.

Coco: Then we watched "Tangled" until she fell asleep.

Pyrrha: That is Jaune's favourite movie, aside from Aliens.

Coco: Which I WOULDN'T let her watch.

Velvet: That's all well and good, but the real question is WHY?

Coco: (blushing and fidgeting in embarrassment) Well, I... um... I...

Pyrrha: Out with it, Coco. Why are you hurting Jaune like this?

Coco: I'm not hurting her!

Pyrrha: Oh really? What would you call it then? Magically changing his body without his consent? Making him miss hours of time? Did you know he didn't remember anything from yesterday, aside from having a shower?

Coco: What?

Pyrrha: So what do you call doing something like that to someone, if it's not hurting him?

Velvet: Coco, this is wrong, but I still don't understand why you would do something like this. So why?

Coco: I...

Pyrrha/Velvet: Out with it.

Coco: I LIKE Jaune okay! I mean like-like him!

Pyrrha: Since when?

Coco: Since the dance! Since I saw her...

Pyrrha: HIM!

Coco: Since the dress incident!

Pyrrha: so why not just talk to him? Why all this bullshit?

Coco: I thought... I... Jaune should be a girl!

Velvet: Why? If you like him, why would you?

Coco: I... I don't know, okay? ALL I know is I feel without a doubt that she would be happier as a girl!

Pyrrha: That is not your decision to make! Your desires are twisted and wrong! You don't force changes like that on someone you care about!

Coco: I...

Velvet: How are you doing it?

Coco: (Rose from the bed, moved over to the footlocker at the end of her bed, and pulled out the set of test tubes.) With these.

Velvet: What are those?

Coco: Special formulas that once splashed on Jaune would change him in various hers... the effects only last 24 hours.

Pyrrha: So he'll be back to normal in what... sixteen hours or so?

Coco: Yeah, about that.

Velvet: I am disappointed and disgusted by you right now, Coco. I thought I knew you better than this.

Coco: I'm sorry, okay? I don't know what...

Pyrrha: You VERY well know what came over you, so stop trying to get us to pity you. When Jaune changes back... I am going to tell him about what you have done to him.

Coco: Please, don't!

Velvet: No, I feel the same as Pyrrha. Jaune is going to know about all this... you'll be lucky if he ever talks to you again.

Coco started to sob, her whole body starting to shake. Velvet moved in, and took the vials from Coco's hands, which allowed Coco to press the palms of her hands to her eyes as she collapsed to her knees.

Pyrrha: I'm not going to feel sorry for you. This whole incident is disturbing. You are sick, and need help.

Velvet: What should we do? We still don't know where she got this crap from, and I doubt she'll tell us right now.

Pyrrha: We'll take this all to Professor Goodwitch, and then I want to take her to one of the training rooms...

Velvet: I don't think it will help the situation. The training room thing, that is. Professor Goodwitch should know about this.

Pyrrha: (Glaring at the distraught Coco) It would make me feel better.

Velvet: But this is about Jaune, not our feelings.

#rwby #coco adel #jaune arc #frenchroast #velvet scarlatina #headmaster ozpin #Coco keeps turning Jaune into a WAIFU #pyrrha nikos

[connecticut-turnpike]

random thoughts abt the prisoner (1967):

first off i just love how unseriously this show takes itself

in the intro when No.6 resigns from the CIA, the letter he slams on the desk literally just says "PRIVATE. PERSONAL. BY HAND."

it's a kind of blink-and-you-miss-it thing, but instead of saying "resignation" or the name of his boss or something, it says this and reaffirms the fact that him resigning is a big deal™ and also just makes the whole intro funnier bc it's obvious that it's meant to be over the top dramatic and absurd

the whole show is about the paranoia that results from people's curiosity spiraling out of control. so of course they make that apparent in the most heavy-handed way possible-- by literally labeling his resignation like a fucked up political cartoon to convey to us how curious the village is as to why No.6 resigned and to make us curious about it too

#don't know if this makes much sense but whatevs #posts made for my target audience: me #patrick mcgoohan #the prisoner 1967 #autistic rambling

[lullabiedottie]

Mom would you wash my back...

Tw: mommy issues, abusive themes.

Kit was always a mommy's boy, at the park he would be scared to leave her side, he was always in before the streetlights came on, he would help her bake, and all other stuff like that.

That was until his parents divorced, he was forced to pick a side but he didn't want to, he loved them both and he wanted them in one household, taking care of him and his siblings as one happy family, but he couldn't have the happy ending like the cartoons he watched.

He had chosen his mama of course, but he felt bad, he wanted to apologize to his dad but in an instant, he was gone.

After years passed he felt replaced by his siblings, his mama loved his new baby sister more, she played soccer with her little more, she went out with her new boyfriend more, and he was just left alone in his room, almost like a prisoner.

His personality changed, he was colder, his closet changed, it was more hoodies and darker stuff, his anti-social ness got worse, and his views on his mom even changed too.

She would yell at him more frequently.

‘clean up your room’ ‘ Your grades are slipping’ ‘Would it hurt you to smile’ ‘Be kinder to your siblings jeez they are younger’

It got repetitive after a while and it got to the point where he would sit against his door crying silently at night.

This would cause him to get aggressive, with the bullying at school and home mixed with the karate classes he got at a young age that equaled an angsty teen boy who fought anyone who would dare look at him the wrong way, fifteen different schools, fifteen different schools he was expelled from, in the span of two years.

His mom got tired of all the money she was spending at the schools and parents.

‘can you at least be grateful I'm still putting you in school’ ‘all they did was call you weird!’ ‘why do you do this to your mom’

One day he barged in on him and started yelling and spewing random shit, but then she finally said it.

‘pack your shit, I don't care where you stay but it's not my home’

Why would mommy dearest do this to him, her baby boy, her favorite boy?

It was three thirty five am, and he was tired of walking but he finally made it, he was dehydrated and starved and if he waited another minute he would pass out, luckily his dad answered the door.

For the past few months he was living with his dad and his mistress and there little girl, he didn't get his own room but he wasn't home much, he was at his new private academy most of the time, plus he had a dorm, surprisingly his step mom was kinder then his step dad but he still couldn't rub off the.

Why didn't his mom love him after the divorce?

[lyriquette]

Sidney versus Satanus (working title, pt 1 )

So I have a 3 hour drive back home, and I see on the news that Disney is suing DeSantis for essentially using government resources for his personal feud. The news droned on, but all I could think about is "What? That's all you're doing, Disney?"

This asshole is daring to threaten you at the seat of your power. He is threatening to put a prison next to your lands. Threaten to interfere with every aspect of your operations.

Sue him? In an arena rigged to be in his favor? Oh no. Oh no.

If I were Disney, I would not just sue him. I would use my power to make that fucker immortal. To be mentioned in the same breath as Maleficent, Gaston, Jafar, and every legendary Disney Villain.

And my brain started to go "how would I go about turning a movie into a weapon?" And I got to mull over during my car ride.

And Sidney versus Satanus was born.

--

The Barebones:

The cartoon style would be similar to the VHS movies preferably to evoke nostalgia in older viewers and create novelty in younger viewers.

--

Sidney is the young inheritor of a small theme park and cartoon company. Her grandfather died a sudden death and left her, the youngest one, the company. The message she finds addressed to her ends is "Remember the magic". Essentially, a modern princess.

There's probably an inheritence fighting subplot in the extended version. But the gist of it is that Sidney is chosen because she understands the ideal way this business should be run best; she is the one who looks at the world with childlike wonder and not with coldness like her other siblings.

She tries her best to run the company like her grandfather would: for the children.

And then one day, a politician named Roy Satanus (with the subtle pointed "horns" of hair), who happens to have an election month coming up, passes a law that essentially is "don't say gay." Sidney puts an opinion piece in the newspaper with her disagreement with the importance of having kids ask questions and not restrict them. Part of it stemmed from when she had her own questions about sexuality and how no one answered them.

Satanus is furious and starts attacking the small company with numerous restrictions and interference including an illegal authorization of a landfill to be built. In private, he would always go "she dares!"

People start noticing the fight and start feeling the injustice of it all. Even the ones who agree with Satanus feel like the way he is going about is wrong.

It's around that time Greg, who is occassionally seen, is properly introduced - high school kid, good grades, friends - but is starting to have a lot of questions lately. Questions his teachers can't answer in fear of breaking the law.

Now note for greater appeal, the fight is not centered on homophobia but on the restriction on kids to learn and for adults to teach. The stifling of curiosity.

That's around the time where Satanus, furious at being questioned, doubles-down passes "don't say period (female)" laws.

Because of the absurdity, the kids start a movement on their own about being told what they can and can't learn - and influence their parents - showing they too can influence the world and government. Because of this, their parents vote against him.

Satanus desperate to keep power starts ordering people to rig the poll machines and invalidate votes. But the sheer influence of the kids and their parents wanting to do the right thing for their state makes them eek out a win, which Satanus goes "that's not possible" in shock.

Satanus later gets arrested for voter fraud and abuse of power. A middle school asks the guy who takes Satanus away how the government can be good if people like Satanus can get elected. The guy responds that "their government is great because even people like Satanus can get elected, but just like how the people can give Satanus power, they can take it away. And thus lies the beauty of democracy."

Everyone lives happy ever after except Satanus. Sidney holds hands with the cafe store owner who supported her during her bad times. The two women watch the sunset.

I'll probably have more details as I continue my drive. And probably spelling and grammar collections.

#disney #desantis #disney vs desantis #sidney vs satanus #writblr #fiction

[nevermindtheweights]

The depths of Natsuki - To Pandaemonium.

Looking in the mirror, Natsuki honestly disliked what she saw.

She was so fucking fat now.

That was the main thing. Stood there, she witnessed as her now girthy size.

You're so fucking fat. Look at you. you don't even fit in the mirror dimension, you fat sack of shit. You're an engorged idiot and worst still? You cannot fucking stop can you?

Natsuki groaned as her mental voice rumbled to life again. She couldn't stop these thoughts. As much as she tried, she always felt them nagging at her whenever the topic of her visage came up in private. In the public, Natsuki could deflect and even, for a moment, embrace it. Wear the words like armour and they shall never hurt you and all that. It worked. Take on an aggressive stance, be brash, cranky and rude and it tended to make sure no-one got close and no-one could get under her armour.

Yet, she couldn't lie to herself. Never fully. One could not be impulsive to theirself. It was in that lonely place, where it was just her and herself, would that voice speak.

It spoke true too. She was really fat now. So fat she often needed to custom-order anything she wanted to wear. So fat she spent so much money on just keeping herself sated least her body protest and annoy her so much she give in anyways. So fat that she had long since given up on trying to control herself.

Why bother? She didn't really consider that option. One thing she did agree with the voice was that she didn't even really want to stop. Hands pressed against her stomach. Once dainty hands now fattened and sausage-like against the doughy expanse of a stomach that was once concave. In her mind's eye, she could see that waif of a girl. Once she had stood before this bedroom mirror.

The voice then had always been harsh too. Spoke harsh and horrid things that claimed she deserved this. That she was a waste of space and effort and that she shouldn't even be here. She hated it then too. But back then, it spoke with so much power. It kept her like that. Tiny and weak... Now look at her. Bigger now, older too. Yet, it still remained. It still spoke words that were a venomous truth to her. Not that she wanted to fight it either. Whatever fight had long since been crushed since she was such a weak and pathetic girl that should just die.

She winced and withdrew her hands off her vast plush gut. They moved to tug at her shirt. Plain white with a picture of a pink cartoon cat face.... It fit over her enough, though her stomach hung out of the bottom of it like a thick pale rubber ring like she used to use at the pool. When had she even had anything that had fit? Everything had either been too big then or too small now...

Her stomach rumbled.

Hear that, you fat cow? You're hungry. AGAIN. You eat too much. You're pathetic. You have no willpower to stop, you pathetic waste of space.

There it was again.... Scolding her. Making her feel small again. It hit hard, she could already feel the tears in her eyes. Not from the pain of the words but the sadness of disappointment and that of rage at the voice, that lingering voice that made anytime she looked in the mirror a feel of hellish persecution by her mind. Worse still was that feeling it was not only speaking truth but that she deserved it. That the voice was correct to do all this, her punishment for the weight of her sins.

For that thing she did.

That thing that freed her and yet forever bound her to this prison of the voice and nihilism.

....

She was not going there.

Not now.

She sighed and turned away from the mirror, her eyes catching the notable wobble to her... everything. Disgust welling within her gut like the pit of hunger that drove her towards her kitchen.

"Whatever... I just want something sweet..." She grumbled to herself, focused on finding something to eat while the voice ebbed back to her mind as if sitting back, proud in being so correct....

It only made her want to eat more. What else was she even good for if not... eating?

#Muse: Natsuki

[ajgrey9647]

...okay, in lieu of the reblog, but no tags, I am going to leave ONE fanfic title prompt here and just...see what happens. Fanfic Title prompt: Boom! Comics; Drakkon or Omega Jason + "a house of lies and pride and bone; a house afraid to be alone"

So this got a lot longer than I anticipated. I also got another short plot bunny up and running. Tinkered with combining but thought they were better apart.

This actually reminded me of the scene in Drop Dead Fred, where they visit the house in Liz's mind and have to overcome the different people blocking her through.

So without further ado:

Frightened, Lonely Child, Under Lock and Key

Chaotic. Turbulent. Violent. Abusive. Intense. Invasive.

Those were just a few of the words that came to Drakkon’s mind when he thought back on his childhood and early teen years, if he admitted to thinking about that time period at all. But, of course, no one would even dare to ask the tyrant such personal questions. It was best to keep your head down, do your job, and blend into the backdrop.

More often than he cared to consider, the nightmares still found him; late at night as he lay under the plush, emerald comforter and silken sheets surrounded by downy pillows. It crept upon him like a feral cat stalking a rabbit. Before he was even aware of it, the sharp fangs had punctured his delicate neck and then bounded off with him in its grasp.

Drakkon felt deep frustration that he would awaken suddenly, heart pounding, muscles tensed, waiting for blows from literal ghosts. His jaw would ache from the constant clenching as he twisted and thrashed his head side to side. The bedsheets would be soaked with sweat and he would have to peel the clinging material from his scarred flesh.

In the bathroom sink, he’d splash cold water on his face, the shock snapping him back from the past. Deep steadying breaths as he gripped the white porcelain and avoided looking at himself in the mirror. Drakkon had no desire to gaze upon a weakling fearful of terrors in the dark.

Goddammit, he was the monster that elicited fear and horror; powerful and God-like, he would pass his decrees of punishment for those unlucky enough to be caught transgressing his edicts.

His palace was solid, grey stone, looming against the sky. Prisoners being escorted toward the massive, impenetrable walls would quake in fear as they knew there was no way to escape. The accents, art, and furnishings were opulent and grand, intricately detailed, and usually constructed of expensive and rare materials. Only the best found a place in Drakkon’s abode and his private bed chambers dripped in gold, silver, ivory, silks, and furs.

In another lifetime, the man once known as Tommy Oliver resided with his adoptive parents in a nondescript two-story yellow house with a short, cracked driveway leading to the garage. The windows were always obscured with heavy curtains and the front door was always shut against the outside world. Visitors were discouraged; not that there was usually concern for anyone to show up unexpectedly.

Unless you counted the police and CPS.

Inside these particular walls, one could always count on seeing large, gaping holes punched or kicked in the drywall or a door, broken dishes, liquor bottles lining the linoleum floor of the kitchen, and cigarette butts smoldering in chipped mugs. More often than not, the sound of drunken yelling and angry screeches sliced through the air as Mr. and Mrs. expressed their many differences of opinion or contempt for the other. Tommy would cower in his room upstairs, usually hiding under his bed, which sported a bare, lumpy mattress, pillow, and used cartoon-themed comforter. He tightly squeezed the well-worn plush dog to his chest; the pup was missing an eye and in some places the stuffing breached the seams.

He would tremble at every screamed insult, crash of glass, or slam of a door. His face would bury itself in the puppy’s warm, soft hair and it acted as a buffer between the outside world and his inner one. The little creature had carried so many hot tears soaked into its fabric.

Eventually, the flash of red and blue lights would illume the outside of his window as the cops arrived, the warbling siren heard long before they pulled into the drive. It never comforted Tommy; he was never truly safe.

As he’d gotten older, the frightened child grew to care less and less. Slipping into the dented refrigerator, he’d grab the long, cold glass necks of his old man’s liquor bottles and spirit them away upstairs. The drunk never noticed. So, Tommy hid away in his room, drinking to quiet the voices in his head that hissed to him how unloved and unwanted he was, that he was a failure and a disappointment.

Tommy’s body grew bigger and stronger, muscles bulging under his skin as he found his niche in martial arts. He used his strength to intimidate and harass, pick fights in school, and run from the police who would show up at altercations. He just didn’t care anymore.

He was an admired vandal; Tommy’s ‘artwork’ graced many businesses and abandoned buildings. Spray paint and brick walls were his first mediums. Not that everyone appreciated his ministrations. Despite his swift speed, he’d been cuffed many a time and hauled back to face the music.

His ‘dad’ would rant and rave about what a disrespectful little shit he was, how he couldn’t keep his ass out of trouble, thumbed his nose at authority. Tommy thought this was all rich coming from him, but the old man didn’t seem to note the similarities. A dirty, cracked hand would swiftly knock him across the face for ‘back talking’. As time went on, the physical abuse came to rival the verbal.

Why couldn’t Tommy act right? What was wrong with him? What mental defects did he have in his unknown genetic pool? His ‘concerned parents’ only wanted to help, as they assured CPS that they would provide whatever help the poor child needed.

Too many doctors, shrinks, and medications to count. His list of diagnoses was lengthy and debatable among the physicians attempting to provide care. Clearly, he possessed a defiant, surly attitude, lacked basic appropriate social interactions, and was a chronic liar.

Damn right, he lied to the doctors! Tell the truth about what went on at home? Who wanted to stir that shit storm? It wouldn’t change anything anyways.

The medications frequently made him sleepy and fuzzy minded. He either felt ravenously hungry or lacked any appetite at all. His frame became more lanky over time, but no less strong. Eventually, he pocketed the pills in his cheek and chucked them when no one was looking.

Tommy used to spend so much time curled on the stained-up mattress in his room, staring out the window and imagining a different life, one with more power and prestige, money, fame, and admirers. He promised himself that one day things would change, and he would be the one making the orders and commands. His voice would carry the weight, his opinion would be of the utmost importance.

You could bet your ass, too, that he would live some place grand and expensive, luxurious in its appointments. No broken doors or walls, trash littering the floor, secondhand bedding featuring cartoons he was way too old to associate with. He didn’t know how he’d make it happen, but it just had to be. Tears dripped from his lashes to dampen the pillow he’d hugged to his chest as he sobbed.

It didn’t matter who he had to step on to get to the top. People were fickle; they’d kiss your ass one minute and stab you in the back the next. They were unpredictable and could leave you bleeding out in the street if you were no longer of importance to them. There were no guarantees. People who were supposed to love you were no different if his real mother and father were anything to go by.

He didn’t need a fucking soul, he sniffed to himself, hugging the pillow tighter. Who needed all those strings? He’d couldn’t miss what he’d never had: love, comfort, understanding, support, the warmth of a partner’s body cuddling close. The tears scalded the skin of his cheeks as his heart clenched with desire for these experiences just the same.

But unless you exercised complete control of another human being, there was no way to be sure of them. Their choices had to be taken away, the very cadence and details of their days determined for them. Tommy knew that even then, he could never allow himself to be weak and feel reciprocal caring. Never again he be vulnerable to a fragile human’s emotional variability. There could be no ties.

Rita had underestimated the young teen’s commitment to cutting out the weak roots tying him to others. She’d never seen the blade coming, never could have predicted it. His loyalty was only to himself at the end of the day.

Tommy, now Lord Drakkon, placed himself far above humanity. He took power by force, by intimidation, by fear, by torture, by blackmail. If he had something in his sights, it was a good as his already. He didn’t concern himself with the pain and suffering of those weaker than himself; they were no more important than cattle in his eyes.

Whatever he felt could comfort the frightened, unloved child at his core, the tyrant made an obsessive mission to obtain it. No material item had ever been able to silence the broken loneliness that he determinedly tried to ignore.

He kept strict order, both in his palace and in his private life. Routine, dedication, planning/plotting, story weaving; each had its own compartment in his mind. His servants knew to keep everything running like clockwork from his usually decadent breakfast preference to the time he luxuriated in his baths to the precise way he wanted his bedlinens creased. You didn’t want to be slacking in any area if you wished to keep breathing.

Drakkon did have a secret though, a secret that he kept locked away deep in the bowels of his dungeon. One that screamed, cursed, and resisted his authority. A dark-haired, dark-eyed skilled fighter whose brilliance with tactics and strategies made him extremely valuable. Otherwise, the tyrant would have merely snapped his neck like so many others.

That’s what he claimed to the Sentries who were aware of the Red Ranger’s continued existence. Drakkon didn’t answer to them of course, but he knew the human propensity to gossip behind another’s back. God help them, if he ever heard his name in their mouths. If they wanted to huddle like a flock of diseased pigeons and speculate on someone’s personal business, it had better not be their master’s.

The Red Ranger.

Yes, such a lovely possession. So fiery and wild in his anger, so mouthy and irritating. Drakkon wasn’t lying when he said that Jason was a trophy he’d joyfully claimed; but as a trophy there wasn’t much point. No one outside the palace knew he still lived. The deliciousness of the secret, the smug knowledge that he kept to himself when he battled with the Coinless resistance. It was his alone.

But if he were honest with himself, at least, he would admit to there being more to his desire to keep Jason alive. Drakkon found a strange fascination with the Red Ranger, a pull towards the other boy. It wasn’t something he could easily verbalize. This was mainly why the Red Ranger still lived after he’d crumbled and gave up his information.

There wasn’t another individual Drakkon could name as being someone worthy of admiration besides himself. Except for Jason.

The Red Ranger was strong, determined, brave, fiercely protective, a pure wall of safety if you were in his care. Drakkon vividly remembered the night he had dinner with Jason at his home, how he’d easily invited him to eat there again, the concern in his beautiful brown eyes. Of course, he would never forget their drunken foray at the seedy bar, how easy Jason had been to talk to once he’d loosened up.

Jason had borne the brunt of his sadistic fuckery for far longer than he expected. His bullheaded stubbornness had also been an annoyance but Drakkon could appreciate the strength of his will under hellish treatment.

Yet, underneath all that flashy bluster was a soft teddy bear, a cocoon of safety and warmth. Sometimes, he wondered what his life would have been like if he’d met Jason earlier, before everything went to shit. But it would have not mattered in the long run.

‘That shit’ wouldn’t be happening under his old man’s roof. The drunk claimed he tolerated the bullshit antics and wiles that the teen routinely put them through, but there would be zero acceptance for disgusting, unnatural acts while he was on watch, by God. If Tommy wanted to be a ‘little princess’, he’d spat crudely, he’d have more to worry about than a goddamn broken arm.

 Now, Jason was trapped like an animal in a cage, completely at his mercy. Much like a butterfly fluttering against the glass sides of a jar. Drakkon could brutally rip his wings, his life, away at the slightest whim, but he did not. Every day the frightened, confused teen bawled in misery, not knowing what more the evil Ranger expected from him.

The tyrant was obsessive in his desire to completely control the other boy; no, not a boy, not a human being. Not anymore as far as Drakkon was concerned. His ‘puppy’ required a firm hand to train him, to discipline him, to demonstrate who the alpha of the pack was. In that way, Jason would NEVER leave him. His pet would always be by his side, dedicated to pleasing his master.

In that way, Drakkon would never, ever be alone again.

#coinless jason #lord drakkon #jason scott #power rangers #boom! comics power rangers #fanfic #by request #augment-techs #"a house of lies and pride and bone; a house afraid to be alone

[moonbiscuitsims]

Sims 4 Gorillaz Project, Murdoc

TRIGGER WARNING the following post is fictional, and depicts drinking, ketchup and "Santa" worship no young minors pls 🤣😅

Noodle's room Russel's room 2D's room More Gorillaz posts

From the wiki: Murdoc Alphonce "Faust" Niccals is the official bass player, self-proclaimed leader and founder of Gorillaz.

A.K.A. God (self-proclaimed), Walking Embodiment of the Black Plague, Faust, Prisoner #24602, Gorillaz Founding Father, He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Gazed-Upon, etc...

Born: Stoke-on-Trent, Staffordshire, England, 6th of June 1966

Occupation: Band Founder/Leader, Bassist, Songwriter

Instruments: Bass, Guitar, Drum Machine, Piano, Keyboard, Banjo.

Nationality: British

Religion: Satanism

Created by Jamie Hewlett and Damon Albarn

I made Murdoc a vampire, it really adds to his character making it more accurate with all the bleh and hissing he does. He does seemingly know how to teleport into others' rooms which I find slightly annoying x)

We know this hot tub has not been cleaned ever...

Murdoc wouldn't be himself at all without a bit of self-admiration.

Murdoc genuinely believes that he can use ketchup instead of Plasma and fake plastic halloween skull decor for his Santa rituals 🎅

Murdoc's room is by far the dirtiest of all, full of dirt stains, empty bottles, dirty dishes, trash, dirty laundry and general ick. I had a lot of fun making the place look horrendous. I used these dirt stains by Velouria Also used a lot of Around the Sims "Slob Life" and "Uglify your town". The cute little Cyberpunk Mini-Bar is by Hamsterbellbelle here The bookcase and bed are 2t4 conversions by Simsi45 Completely forgot to add but adding now the Creepy Creations Stuff Pack by @the-crypt-o-club I used the coffin with the cute stickers and the doors. I'm really sorry I couldn't find the giant demon neon light anywhere The neon alphabet letters are by Syboulette here I use them in sooo many builds and all over this lot

Murdoc is a fictional cartoon character intended to be a funny self-absorbed antagonist, but I understand this might be a bit too triggering for some and I don't wanna get into problems with my blog so I'm tagging this post as mature, even though I tried to soften it with goofy humour. I've changed my mind about this because it's blocking my entire blog as mature and not allowing any non tumblr user to see it and honestly it's not that bad, if anyone gets offended please kindly let me know privately and I'll hide it again, I am working so hard on this blog and don't want anything bad to happen

He didn't officially have a room I could find other than the Winnebago (the van) so I used the vans interior as inspiration for his room and put a fake deco van outside the Kong Studios building. Also used the vandalism he did on 2D's room. Reference pics:

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[astra-galaxie]

Victoria Holt

Biographical information

Full Name: Victoria Holt

Alias(es): Nerium Nightshade

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Lesbian

Status: Deceased

Age: 60 (season 1)

Birth: 1953

Race: Human

Cause of Death: Electrocution

Nationality: Dutch

Origin: Holland, Netherlands

Residence:

India (formerly)

Holland, Netherlands (formerly)

Profession(s): Scientist

Affiliation(s):

Switch Laboratories

SOMBRA

Profile

Height: 5'4" Age: 60 (season 1) Weight: 137lbs Eyes: blue Blood: A+

Hailing from the Netherlands, Victoria Holt was the owner of Switch Laboratories. She had strawberry-blonde hair, pale skin, and blue eyes. She wore a simple red dress, an orange lab coat, and a DNA pattern scarf.

Synopsis

Victoria was the victim of A Shock to the Team.

She used to own Switch Laboratories, a lab that, on the surface, was working to cure diseases. But behind the scenes, they were creating custom poisons to kill people. Victoria and Gustave were the only ones aware of SL's true intentions; the rest of the employees thought they were doing good work.

But unknown to Gustave, Victoria worked for SOMBRA, who also funded her operations. SOMBRA was using Victoria's poisons to "weed out the weak" but killing their enemies. Because Victoria's poisons were so unique, it would appear like people died of natural causes, such as a heart attack or stroke. She also sold her poisons privately on the black market, and no one traced these murders back to Victoria.

But Nathan eventually discovered Victoria's devious plans. He learned the truth while autopsying one of the volunteer test subjects. After realizing that Project Elysium was killing people on purpose instead of saving them, he contacted his grandfather, the Director of U.N.I.T at the time. With the agency's help, they destroyed the lab and research, arresting many of the employees.

But Victoria fled with SOMBRA's help and vowed revenge on Nathan for his betrayal. She couldn't believe after everything she did for him; he would stab her in the back. She gave him his sight, helped with his education, gave him a job at her lab, and that was how he repaid her?!

She stayed a free woman for many years as she evaded U.N.I.T. Victoria tried to recreate her work, but without the data, she couldn't do it. And then she realized that Nathan would be the key to helping her. He helped U.N.I.T. confiscate her work and was sure he would have remembered the formulas and know how to recreate them.

So, Victoria contacted Gustave, who was now out of prison, and the two tracked Nathan down to Grimsborough. They also found other old employees of SL, but no one wanted anything to do with them. But the two were persistent and tried to restart their work in a secret lab hidden underneath an abandoned iPear store Gustave owned.

Victoria even went as far as to threaten Nathan's son Avi. The coroner agreed to go with her to the lab so that she wouldn't hurt the boy, but once there, he attacked Victoria, knocking her out. He tried to destroy the work inside but found no files, so he fled before she woke up.

But Nathan knocking Victoria out would make it easier for Gustave to murder her. Gustave was angry when he saw that Victoria had failed to get Nathan back. He knew he could get the coroner to cooperate with the right incentives, and if she were going to be useless, he wouldn't risk her ruining his chances at a better life.

Gustave strapped Victoria to a chair and hooked up jumper cables to it and the shop's electric panel. With a flick of a switch, he turned on the shop's sign and electrocuted Victoria in the process. He left her burnt corpse inside and began formulating a plan to escape Grimsborough, taking Nathan with him.

Story Information

First appeared: A Shock to the Team

Trivia

The name of the case she was a victim in, A Shock to the Team, is a reference to the pilot episode (A Shock to the System) from the cartoon Static Shock

The SOMBRA connection was a change I made after I edited my first story, The Case of The Criminal, in 2021

She sold her custom poisons on the black market under the disguise of Nerium Nightshade

She wore a mask when making sales; the most common ones looked like skulls

Disclaimer: Character design was created using Rinmarugames Mega Anime Avatar Creator! I have only made minor edits to the design! Background courtesy of CriminalArtist5

Links to my stories:

The Case of the Criminal (Ao3/Wattpad) Killer Bay (Ao3/Wattpad) Where in the World are the Killers? (Ao3/Wattpad)

#criminal case #astra's ocs #my ocs #criminal case grimsborough #grimsborough