#and super ready to throw down with fellow young males

[witchycandle222]

Headcanons for that strip club AU: (NSFW)

Hatter

Owns the place (Obvs)

Rich AF

Addresses everyone as either "Darling", "Sweetie", "Sweetheart", or "B*tch". Unless it is Aguni. He is an exception

*Grips Aguni's arms* "See these guns? I own these guns!"

Calls the club, Wonderland/Borderland or something

Calls group meetings when he wants to, sometimes for no reason

Walks around in that that kimono all the time like a fab human being that he is

"Aguni, can I speak with you for a second...?" We all know what that means...

Has an office with pictures of the entire team, doing stuff like getting drunk, making out and occasionally having someone who is just trying to eat in the background

Treats everyone like family... But also like a cult

Ain't gonna judge your preferences. If you want a man you'll get them. If you want a woman you can also have one.

One of the main rules is consent

Has an entire complex building above the place and gives everyone 28383728 keys so everyone can go up there and sleep like in a hotel

Aguni

Doesn't smile

Beats the hell out of everyone who deserves it

That guy who stands behind you when you are doing something wrong, until you notice

Physically picks up the people who are being an annoying piece of sh-

Cries when Chishiya is performing cause damn he is so proud of his son

Gotta keep an eye on Niragi to, make sure he doesn't cause a mess/fight or both

Niragi

Has a load of money and no one knows where it comes from

Licks (Or tries to) everyone there

Always tried to get up on the stage to hug the performer. Is so drunk/careless he falls of stage

Only shows up JUST to see Chishiya most of the time cause he is obsessed.

Yells all over the place

Doesn't care if it is a woman or not. If he wants it, he will screw it. But never gets to

Last Boss

Creepy as hell to everyone

Everyone thinks he has a leg problem because of the way he walks

Pretty much the same as Niragi. Has no preference.

Always has the prettiest and most girly drinks but why not break gender norms while you are there?

Someone: "What are you supposed to be? A dragon?"

The Last Boss: *Judges silently*

Silent the entire visit

Mira

Creepy af waitress

Smiles creepily at everyone

"Welcome, I'm gonna be the Queen of Hearts in your nightmares tonight..."

Walks super slowly with her fingers pressed together like in the show

Plays card games with Chishiya in the dressing room

"Don't talk to me I'm on my dinner break"

Walks around in super loud high heels

Drinks wine and reads feminist novels during break times

Fans herself with dollar bills (Or whatever the Japanese currency is)

Ann

The prettiest woman there

Wears a LOT of lipstick

Falls asleep on the dressing room floor

Dressed like the white queen

Wears a LOT of pearls

Can have a deep convo with anyone

Actually has strong legs and can hang off that pole like a damn bat on a cave ceiling

Chishiya

"Class sl*t"

Wears cat ears

"No, Arisu you are doing it wrong..." *Proceeds to do the sexiest thing in existence*

Gets a lot of male attention. Does he dislike it? No, he does not

"Don't talk to me, I'm going on a milk and smoke break"

Plays cards games in the dressing room with Mira and Ann

Will grind and lick you cause he is good at it and why not

Walks around and judges everyone... And their outfits with Kuina

Reports back who comes the most often for Hatter to list down

Walks around. Hoodie round his elbows, shirtless

Wears a collar

Arisu

Really friendly with the locals

Actually Hatter's favourite... Chishiya comes a close second

Wears a ton of glitter around his eyes

Is actually really good friends with Karube... But everyone loves him

Sometimes falls of the pole

Really clumsy and floppy

Really popular with the young women

Sometimes wears makeup... Sometimes...

Always concerned about the new people who don't know their way around

Wears that weird scarf made from feathers (Edit: Boa)

Never gets drunk. Never smokes

Everyone calls him Alice because they are either too drunk, too deaf or too ignorant to realize that is not his name So, he pretty much just goes by Alice by everyone

Kuina

Is called a caterpillar

Smokes with you. If you are friendly enough

Will protect her fellow women

Sometimes her and Chishiya will perform as a duo. (Cause you never know there might be bi people in the audience 🤷‍♀️)

Smiles a lot, so people find her very approachable

"You should get the ribs. They are really good!"

Always keeping Karube company cause he works hard too!!

Flicks her braids at you when she is trying to send the message that she doesn't like you

Women approach her too

Usagi

Bunny waitress

Will kick your *ss if you harass people

Always looking out for Arisu

Gets super hot dressed in that tight bunny outfit, so she is stepping outside a lot

Cooks really good from time to time

Coughs a lot cause of people smoking in there

Her and Kuina come as an *ss kicking duo

She can't walk in high heels... She just can't...

Karube

That lovely, bubbly, friendly bartender who everyone loves

If you are being an *ss hole. He WILL tell you

Gotta respect those women

Actually really good at making drinks

Gets super flattered and flustered when men are flirting with him

"These people have terrible music taste..."

Super sweaty from running around

"Do you want an olive with that? Or maybe a peanut?"

"Of course, they steal my hawaiian shirts to perform!" *Throws arms up in frustration*

Really talkative and when you are feeling alone he WILL start a convo about the government with you

Tatta

Tatta: "I'm only here for the drinks and the food"

Person: "Don't you want a private performance, while you are here, at least?! "

Tatta, while chewing on that rib: "What"

Gets peered pressured to go there by his "friends"

Always forgets where the exit is.

Actually makes friends with the people who work there and whenever he is around, everyone is chill

Vibing to the songs

Actually enjoying himself

Chota

Gets pressured to go there by his work "Friends". Ya'll see a pattern here?

V*rgin who gets super excited unexpectedly

Meets Shibuki and they actually just talk

Spends most of the time going there because Karube and Arisu actually understand his problems and don't ignore or pretend to like him

Karube is then like "We should all make a run for it" they then go for a huge bike ride around the city

Only goes there to see Shibuki, Arisu and Karube at this point. But on his own free will

Actually enjoys himself and for once in his life doesn't feel lonely

Goes a bit mental and promises to take Shibuki away with him using all his money and they will live together and buy a house and have three kids and have cat and three dogs-

Shibuki

Wears those big silk fluffy gowns. But it's open, so all her underwear is exposed for all you out there watching

Smokes a lot

Drinks martinis cause she is elegant like that

Really caring of everyone's issues

Always asks for her man's consent

Women get flustered when she talks to them. Even if it is just normally

Actually really intelligent

Her nickname is "Buki"

Asahi + Momoka

Whenever someone talks to them, Aguni is like: "Don't talk to my daughters!"

Do everyone's looks/hair

Always stick together

Waitress A LOT

Don't dress up. Just stick a shell necklace, some shorts, a t shirt and they r ready to work

The youngest there

Always get asked what they are doing there since they are so young

Absolutely TERRIFIED of Mira. She is like there boss specifically

Reblog. Can't wait to see those fanfics/oneshots! Love u guys

#Alice in borderland #Alice in borderland headcanons #Alice in borderland au #Alice in borderland fanfic #Alice in borderland fanfic request

[diamondcamefromhell]

Different

Elf!Reader x Jaskier x Geralt [non romantic, not even close, just a group hang out ??????? kinda]

A/N: NOT gonna ramble in this post why i’ve been gone [partially could be blamed on, well, my witcher 3 play time, lol] but i loved writing this little one shot, just taking it slow and easy, ive been super-crushing on some peeps and writing romantic fics does things to me, so prepare for a whole lot of fluff throwup heading your way

Summary: Y/N is a elf [gender not defined] in Novigrad, trying to survive as they are becoming more and more suppressed and one day great Geralt and his buddy Jaskier come to Novigrad and they cross paths

Warnings: blood, swearing, death [not main characters]

Word Count: 2,059

Tensions were rising here in Novigrad, with Nilfgaard soldiers stomping the streets, witch hunt openly burning the sorceresses in the main squares, streets grew to be a dangerous place. Many of my kind were also abused, some even killed. Pointy-eared freaks was what we were most commonly referred too, and not many came to our rescue.

Being and elf in this day and age seemed to be one of the greatest sins.

Sitting now, in a tavern by the name of Rose and Thyme I was terrified to take my hood off. It shielded me from curious eyes, and I was just drinking wine, observing a group of men who had just sailed here from Skellige Isles. They were sharing stories about how they have slain a group of sirens and fought off pirates on their way here, which I highly doubted.

They seemed just drunk, old men, carrying Skellige shields, that had no marks on them whatsoever. No signs of any fighting, just their word saying it happened. I noticed some patrons leave, as they couldn’t handle any more of the loud shouts.

The door flung open and the entire place struck silent. I followed everyone’s gaze, to see two males enter. One had white hair, two swords and was wearing armour. I immediately recognized him as a witcher, no, as the witcher. White wolf, Geralt of Rivia. Man of legends.

And his companion, clutching his lute, was a bard. Vastly growing in popularity - Jaskier. I didn’t expect them to ever come to Novigrad, doubted witcher could find any jobs here. But yet, here they were. I curiously stared as Geralt approached the Skellige men.

“Heard you’re causing trouble.” He grunts, as Jaskier anxiously glances around. I avoid his eyes, waiting to see what happens next.

“And who the fuck are you?” One of the men shouts, and in a moment of bravery, I spring to my feet.

“Geralt of Rivia, have you not heard of him in Skellige?” I say, walking closer to them, as witchers yellow eyes throw daggers at me. “Butcher of Blaviken, that sound more familiar?”

“What is a butcher doing here?” The same man speaks, and I notice him grip his shield tighter. He’s scared.

“Some people informed me that you’re causing trouble. Killed a boy by the docs out of what, boredom?” I was not aware of the killed boy. I stare at the men as they struggle for words.

“He got in our way. And who cares about a bloody elf anyways?” Heat rushes to my cheeks as I take my hood off. I hear a gasp come somewhere from a tavern, as the bard and the witcher stare at me.

“Ask that question again.” I hiss, as one of the Skellige men unsheathes his sword.

“Witcher, do your job, kill the monster!” The same man yells.

For a moment, I am taken back, as Geralt does, in fact, unsheathe his sword. Jaskier jumps out of the way, mumbling something under his breath, but I don’t quite catch it. I stare at the witcher, wondering if this was a mistake.

He is stronger than me. More talented. Trained solider. But the world sees him as a monster, a freak. A mutant, however you want to phrase it. I bet he was called an abomination more times than I could count. I related to him. And he was stronger than most elves.

He could stand up for himself and fight. In turn, I hoped he would also help me. A fellow freak and a monster.

“I’d advise you to put that sword back.” He says, stepping in front of me. Shielding me from the men.

“I guess we’ll have to do it ourselves then. Two monsters in one go.” The skelligans all draw their weapons, as I jump back. At the same time, Jaskier grabs my hand, pulling me out of the way.

“Let’s not get in the middle of this.” I hear him say, as we rush to the other side of the tavern, as some terrified patrons duck under their tables.

It doesn’t take Geralt long to slay those men. They prove my suspicion, showing that they are horrible fighters. One of them , however, drops his shield, and I see him try to flee.

I only then notice he has a pointy ears necklace around his neck. In this pure moment of chaos, it feels like I can’t see anything else. I try to imagine that poor elven boy who was murdered by these men. And we are the monsters?

I slip around Jaskier, ignoring his shouts, rushing past Geralt, grabbing one of skelligan swords off the ground. The street is busy, and as soon as they see me with a weapon, all I hear are screams. People scrambling away. But then I also see the man, rushing around the corner.

Ignoring the crowd, I run after him, with nothing but rage driving me. I know it may as well be the last thing that I do, but I didn’t care. I also knew towns guard would soon be on my trail. My time was limited, and I didn’t even know how to properly wield a sword.

But for now, it was all one step at a time, chasing the man. I followed him down the streets, as they got more and more narrow, until I saw a dead end up ahead. He saw it to, stopping and drawing his sword. I lift mine.

“You don’t know how to fight, elf.” He hisses at me. “Drop your weapon and I might consider letting you walk out of this alive.”

“I like your necklace.” I ignore his warnings, as he takes a moment to look down, realizing why I chased after him.

“I might add yours to it if you don’t piss off.” I grip the sword tighter, but it’s already weighing down my arms. I hear some rumble somewhere behind me, and I know my time is ticking.

“Why did you do it? Why did you kill that boy?” I still ask, knowing there is no time for chit-chat. I just had to know.

“We had a victorious sail here, wanted people to know that the real soldiers have landed in Novigrad.” He shrugs, lowering his sword a little, our eyes meet, and he smirks. “And we don’t take kindly to freaks. He begged us not to do it, but people enjoyed the show.”

“You sick bastard.” I hiss, leaping forward, not sure what my next action will be. He easily blocks my attack, hitting the sword out of my hands. I step back.

“Oh, I’m going to enjoy this.” He gives me a smile, as I stand there, weaponless. But not afraid.

Until someone drags me towards them and a wave of energy blasts that man to the ground. Soon, I am let go off, and Geralt steps in front, stabbing the solider, ending his pitiful life. I stare at the body, as witcher angrily approaches me.

“Are you out of your mind?” I don’t take eyes off the body, as the blood starts to pool under him.

I push past Geralt again, going to skelligan man, ripping his necklace right off his neck. I stare at it, before I turn around and hold it up. I notice Jaskier is here too, looking really out of breath. Both men stare at the ears on a string, as my hand shakes.

“I’m the one out of my mind, sure.” I say, dropping the necklace to their feet.

“I know your people are being treated unfairly, but…” I cut Geralt off before he can get another word in.

“Unfairly?! Witchers are being treated unfairly. My people are killed. Humiliated. Murdered for entertainment.” I raise my voice, as Jaskier throws his hands in the air, jumping between me and Geralt.

“What my friend meant, is that, we understand how suppressed elves are here in Novigrad. How dangerous it is to be anything but a human nowadays. It’s horrible. But foolish moves can lead to death.” I stare at the bards blue eyes as he offers me a smile. “Enough eleven blood has been spilt on these streets, and I think you’d agree with that.”

“Leave it to the professionals.” Geralt jumps in, as I take my gaze to him. His sword is still in his hand, ready to attack. “I fight monsters. And I know better then most that sometimes the monsters are the men themselves.”

“I couldn’t let him get away.” I argue, but I understand what they’re saying. “Thank you for saving me.”

“I told him to do it.” Jaskier proudly claims, puffing up his chest just a little. I look at Geralt again.

“I don’t have much coin, but I can scramble something. As a pay for your troubles.” The witcher shakes his head.

“Keep the coin. We aren’t out of the trouble yet, though.” I see him glance over his shoulder, and I remember that witchers have heightened senses. “The solider will soon be here.”

“Well why didn’t you say it sooner?” Jaskier gasps, annoyance growing in his voice. “Let’s go!”

I follow them out, as Geralt now sheathes his sword. I pull my hood up, just in case, as we slip past the crowds. Just in time, as I hear soldiers running down the street. I take the lead now, as I know Novigrad better than the palm of my hand. We dip through the streets, as I lead them outside the town. We cross the bridge with no trouble, even if Geralt has blood on his armour.

Nobody bothers us for once in my life.

I stop by my hut, as I hear crying come from another one. I know who’s home it is, another elf, an older woman. Had a son, young teenage boy. My heart sinks as I realize who the victim was. I turn to Geralt and Jaskier.

“It was her son.” I explain the weeping, as Geralt grunts at my words. Not an angry grunt, however. A sad one. “Tomas was a good boy. He worked by the docs, earning whatever he could for his family.”

“I’m sorry.” Jaskeir says, landing his hand on my shoulder. I look away, taking a deep breath.

“At least you avenged him.” I say, trying to find hope in those words.

“Revenge doesn’t lead to happiness.” I nod at Geralt’s words. I know he’s right.

“I know that. But it’s better than nothing.” I look at him, offering the witcher a sad smile. I slide my hood off again. “At least he wont be turned into a false tale of how those brave Skellige men slayed an elven warrior or something. He may rest easy now.”

“With time, so will his mother.” I scoff, turning my head to the home. The weeps seem to be growing louder.

“Sheila will not find rest without her boy by her side.”  I disagree with Geralt this time.

“A loss takes a great deal out of you, but I believe you know, there is rest even after the darkest of times.” I look at Jaskier, surprised. I now realize why this bard is growing in popularity. A poet is good at with his words.

“Either way.” I clear my throat, not ready to get emotional. “If you need any help with whatever you’re doing here in Novigrad – know where to find me. Even if all you need is a warm meal and roof above your head. I am here.”

“Thank you.” They say in unison. I smile, for the first time today.

“You’re not a monster people say you are, Geralt.” I point out, as he smiles at me. “Not that I believed those tales anyway.”

“You’re far kinder than most men too…” He stops, frowning.

“Y/N.” I introduce myself.

“Well, Y/N, you are kind and you have fire within you. Keep it.” Geralt pats my head. “We have important matters to attend to, but we will be sure to drop by.”

“I will not pass your offer for a warm meal, Y/N!” Jaskier says, waving at me as the men turn back to go to Novigrad.

With that, Jaskier’s words settle in my mind as the weeps also silence. There is rest for us all. No matter how restless we may be now.

Today, I will finally rest easier.

#jaskier x reader #geralt x reader #non-romance #reader x jaskier x geralt #elf reader #i forgot how to tag #help #witcher #witcher one shots #these tags dont matter #do they #oh wheel

[sapphicsylvari]

Character Sheet:

Name: Sappho Pyrefang Age:26 Gender and Orientation: cis woman / lesbian Race: Charr Affiliation: High Legions / Fang Warband Alignment: Chaotic Good Relationship Status: Single and ready to mingle Polyamorous

Bio: Sappho was raised Blood Legion, her all-female warband usually snubbed and looked down upon by their Flame-sympathizing Primus, who gleefully indoctrinated his male charges with his twisted views, especially on women, using the Fang girls as an example of how women shouldn’t be allowed to fight.  Sappho became reclusive and bookish as a result, but in her early teens, the voice of Kalla Scorchrazor came to her.

With her new ally at her side, Sappho slew another warband of male Charr, who were about to defect to Flame, along with her Primus, reported the issue to her Tribune, and was awared Legionnaire rank for her deeds.  Kalla stayed with the young Sappho to this day - now, she’s a force to be reckoned with, fiercely protective of girls, not just limited to fellow Charr. Sappho learned how badly other races treat their women at times, and she’s not afraid to throw hands for them. She’s also super duper gay

Theme: Emilie Autumn - Fight like a Girl

#gw2 #my characters #ch: charr #ch: high legions #ch: chaotic good #ch: single #ch: polyam #ch: lesbian #ch: female

[thecomicsnexus]

DOOM PATROL #19-22 FEBRUARY-MAY 1989 BY GRANT MORRISON, RICHARD CASE, CARLOS GARZÓN AND SCOTT HANNA

SYNOPSIS (FROM DC WIKIA)

After the recent alien invasion that nearly destroyed their team, the surviving members of the Doom Patrol are struggling to deal with the deaths of their friends and their own misgivings about ever returning to superheroics.

Robotman has since checked himself into a psychiatric ward, plagued by nightmares of the accident that saddled him with his robotic body. He has become depressed and bitter with the knowledge that he will never be human again.

Niles Caulder and Joshua Clay, meanwhile, have been placing calls to check in on the others. They learn that Larry Trainor is in stable condition at Alamance General Hospital after crashing his helicopter, while Rhea Jones was left comatose in the wake of the Gene Bomb. While Joshua intended only to learn whether his friends are okay, the Chief hoped that he might be able to reform the Doom Patrol soon. Though the Chief extends him an invitation, Joshua politely refuses to join. Even so, Clay is to play an important part in Caulder's future plans.

Doctor Will Magnus visits Cliff in the hopes of bringing him some cheer, but Robotman is too depressed. As his human brain is housed within an entirely robotic body, he has all of the same impulses, but he can't feel anything. He has all of the memories of what physical sensations used to feel like, but they haunt him, and he is constantly aware of the phantom body which isn't there. He breaks down, and demonstrates his emptiness by slamming his metal head into a wall over and over, and the lack of physical feeling fills him with emotional pain. Magnus suggests that the Doom Patrol might have helped him deal with these feelings, but Cliff doesn't want to go back to the team that got Rita, Arani and Scott killed.

Larry is visited by Doctor Eleanor Poole, who assures him that he will be healed and ready to leave within days. After she leaves the room, though, a dark shadow appears in his window and calls to him. The Negative Spirit speaks to him for the first time, and it intends to make some changes for Larry. It causes Larry to call for Dr. Poole, who, upon entering the room, becomes entangled in an alchemical marriage which fuses the three entities into a single being. In order to give Cliff some perspective, Magnus introduces him to someone who has far worse problems than he does. Another patient who refers to herself as Crazy Jane suffers from dissociative disorder as a result of abuse she received as a child. She has since developed dozens of alternate personalities. However, in combination with the detonation of the gene bomb, each of her personalities has its own superpower. After speaking with her, Cliff realizes that she is in greater need of help than he is, and decides to make himself responsible for her.

Elsewhere, something sinister underlies the events of a car crash. A policeman witnessed the driver, consumed in flames, walk away from the explosion to warn the Scissormen. Before dying, he left behind a strange black book. Even the government operatives sent to investigate are perturbed by these events. Even so, all they can do is call their superiors, who will contact the pentagon, who will contact the President - and then he'll contact Niles Caulder.

Father McGarry has stopped believing in miracles, but still, every Saturday, he walks through the debris left behind by the Gene Bomb in search of some sign of God. Today, he spots a sign meant to say "Have Faith in God", but the G is obscured such that it reads "Have Faith in Cod". At that moment, it begins raining fish - a wide variety of fish, too - but no cod. Saddened by the irony, Father McGarry is suddenly crushed by a giant refrigerator, fallen from the sky.

Elsewhere, Niles Caulder and Joshua Clay visit the Alamance Memorial Hospital after hearing that Larry Trainor turned into some kind of creature overnight. The doctors believe that what they discovered is some kind of amalgamation of both Larry and his doctor Eleanor Poole. It also emits some kind of radiation which required them to wrap it in bandages. The Chief asks Larry if he remembers him, but the voice that comes from the bandages is not Larry's. It announces that it is a mix in both race and sex, a series of contradictory mergers. Rather than answer to Larry or Eleanor, the wrapped figure with both male and female characteristics suggests that they call it Rebis.

Somewhere in the village of Greenock, Scotland, a young boy named Stuart is displeased with the idea of going to church on Sunday. As he thinks on this, trying to savour his Saturday, he hears a sound from his wardrobe. When he opens it, he is filled with horror. His father comes some time later to ask him what he wants for dinner, and is surprised to find that his son has been rendered a boy-shaped void.

After their visit, the Chief explains that the name Rebis was a term used by the medieval alchemists to identify the result of a chymical wedding. Leaving his companions for a moment, Caulder returns to Rebis' room and asks whether it might like to join his Doom Patrol.

Meanwhile, Cliff Steele is still voluntarily committed to a mental institution in order to deal with the trauma of losing his body. He receives a visit from Will Magnus, who remarks that he seems to be making progress. In addition, his attention to the young lady known as Crazy Jane has apparently seen her improving as well. Cliff's help in helping her organize herself and cataloging her new super-powers has been invaluable. Before taking his leave, Magnus intimates that he took Cliff's complaints about his robot body to heart, and decided to make him a new body using the advances in cybernetic technology that have become available.

Afterwards, Cliff receives a visit from Crazy Jane, who introduces herself as Driver 8, the driver of Jane's train of thought and monitor of the stations of the underground. The underground is how Jane refers to the place where all of her personalities reside. Driver 8 delivers a message from other personalities that they like Cliff. As they walk, a crash overhead alerts them to Ralph, a fellow patient, throwing himself from an upper window to the ground below. In his injured delirium, Ralph repeats the name "Scissormen" over and over.

While taking the subway through Manhattan, a man who has just taken something that was not his to take finds his familiar route changed suddenly when the train stops at Orqwith station. Out the train's windows, he can see that everything, even the platform, is made of bones. He prays that the doors don't open, but they do anyway. Onto the train step the Scissormen with their blood-red scissors.

Late at night, while up writing, Cliff is distracted by the sound of Jane chanting the phrase "Blood of the Lamb" over and over. He finds her covered in blood, and when he tries to calm her, she warns that the Scissormen are coming. In fact, they have already arrived. Four men armed with giant scissors for hands begin advancing on them, and Cliff desperately drags Jane away from them. The room they rush into is occupied by a doctor who is floating in mid-air. He claims that he is existing in two places at once, and he can feel the Scissormen cutting off his thumbs. Before long, the Scissormen smash through the wall, and it is only by the grace of Jane's sudden ability to teleport them away that they are saved.

Out in the courtyard, though, the pair are beset by a crowd of white, people-shaped spaces, apparently cut straight out of reality.

Around the world, a number of strange occurrences are all connected to the arrival of the Scissormen.

In their attempt to escape from the Scissormen, Cliff Steele and Crazy Jane run to Kansas City, where the old Doom Patrol Headquarters was hidden in Union Station. Unfortunately, Cliff failed to realize that the end of the Doom Patrol would mean the end of the headquarters - but at least a note was left behind to say that the HQ had been moved to Rhode Island. However, as they discover the note, the Scissormen catch up to them, and the pair of them are forced to run for it.

Cliff leads Jane to one of the Doom Patrol's planes, which is still in working condition, hoping they can fly to safety in it. He notices, however, that one of her personalities has actually transformed her, physically, and the accompanying power makes her a horrifying site. With long, sharp fingernails, she tears at a Scissorman until nothing remains of him but shreds. Fortunately, Black Annis leaves Jane's mind in time for Cliff to drag her aboard the plane and fly away, leaving the remaining Scissormen behind.

The plane takes them directly to the Rhode Island headquarters, which the Chief explains was the former home of the original Justice League. He is aware of the Scissormen, having received the black book from the intelligence services recently. In fact, Jane has already finished deciphering the book with the help of her personalities. Apparently, the book is a metafiction that tells the story of the creation of the book by a group of philosophers who were seeking to radically alter human thought.

The book would be filled with parasitic ideas that would enter human consciousness and transform it. This, the Chief explains, is a form of memetic memory. These philosophers decided to create a world-city called Orqwith that would exist on a plane of reality that intersects with this one, and the history and geography of that world-city is recorded in the black book. In the end, though, the philosophers were devoured by their own creations. The Scissormen are apparently a kind of religious sect that worships a god who exists at the intersection of realities, and they are Orqwith's own version of the Inquisition.

To further their investigation, the Chief has actually managed to capture one of these Scissormen already, thanks to Rebis' radiation. This is all rather bothersome to Cliff, who can't be sure whether any of the things he has just heard or seen are actually real. The Chief points out that there is no clear distinction between reality and unreality - both appear to be present. Either way, he hopes to find out just how extensive the intrusion of Orqwith has been on their own reality, and then to track down the philosophers who wrote the book.

Cliff and Joshua Clay are saddled with watching the Scissorman, and end up talking about how weird things have become for them. Joshua hadn't even intended to be there still, but he has since found that he wouldn't have anywhere to go if he did leave. In an attempt to console him, Cliff responds that at least Joshua is real - unlike the Scissorman, who has apparently managed to disappear in the brief moment their backs were turned.

Looking up, they see that there are several more Scissormen advancing on them, and Joshua is forced to use his powers against them. They marvel at the fact that when they hit the Scissormen, they simply fade away. With that in mind, they manage to deal with the threat - until one Scissorman appears behind Josh and cuts him out of reality. The rest of the team rushes in too late, and though Cliff is concerned for Josh's life, Rebis claims that he and all of those the Scissormen took are out there somewhere, waiting for them.

Rashly, Cliff runs out to meet them, and with Jane and Rebis behind him, they all disappear from reality, and enter Orqwith.

Orqwith is a world of a city. At its centre stands Quadrivium, and in that, the Ossuary; the great Cathedral of Orqwith. The cathedral is occupied by two priests. One is a liar and the other is honest, but both are waiting to answer the question that will unmake the world.

Now that Cliff Steele is there in Orqwith, he can think of absolutely nothing funny to say. All around them, they can see the structures made of bone, and the populace - the hollow children - who were once denizens of the real world, and now reside in Orqwith. With horror, Cliff spots Josh Clay, and tries to talk to him, but a Scissorman comes running. The Negative Spirit within Rebis destroys the attacker, but Cliff's companions urge him to leave Josh be for now, with Crazy Jane teleporting them away.

Elsewhere, The Chief tracks down a man named Reinmann, who is somehow connected to the Black Book of Orqwith. Reinmann reaches for a pistol, claiming that he doesn't fear a cripple. In response, Caulder fires a bullet into Reinmann's thigh, explaining that now they are both cripples, and should talk.

The Negative Spirit flies over a pair of Scissormen, who somehow manage to blast it into pieces. With desperation, Rebis runs over to absorb the many pieces. The negative spirit managed to gather some crucial information from the scissormen before it was destroyed, and Jane's personality Mama Pentecost helps translate the words for them. Though the words come out as nonsense, she claims that they have learned how to get the better of their enemies.

Reinmann explains that the book was meant to be an intellectual joke, but it soon began to infringe on reality. When the Scissormen came for one of them, they tried to destroy the book to no avail. However, they did write a logical inconsistency in the fiction. They incorporated the philosophical question of why there is something rather than nothing. Orqwith can be destroyed if it is made to confront its own unreality.

Jane has just determined that exact fact. Orqwith is not supposed to be real. All they have to do is ask the two priests of the Ossuary why there is something rather than nothing, and Orqwith will be gone. Unfortunately, the Ossuary is guarded by nearly one hundred Scissormen.

Rebis claims that the Negative Spirit can get them into the Ossuary, though only five minutes of energy remain for its powers. Cliff and Jane rush Rebis into action as the Scissormen notice them there. As Rebis flies over the cathedral and smashes through the stained-glass ceiling, Cliff and Jane are tasked with preventing the numerous Scissormen from getting inside.

Confronting the two priests, Rebis asks them why there is something rather than nothing. The priest dressed in black responds that he is a liar, and does not know why there is something rather than nothing. The priest in white responds that he is an honest man, and that he doesn't know either. Thinking it out in its head, Rebis realizes that the priest in black must be the liar - and must therefore know the answer. Rebis poses the question again to the black priest, who responds that there is something rather than nothing - another lie. As such, Rebis reminds, Orqwith cannot possibly exist. A flash of light leaves Cliff, Jane, Rebis, and Josh sitting in the dirt outside the Secret Sanctuary.

The Chief reports that the anomalous activity caused by Orqwith's intrusion appeares to have ceased, but all the same, these events have convinced him more than ever that the world needs a Doom Patrol. With only a little reluctance, the four heroes agree to join Caulder in his team.

Elsehwere, a mysterious figure looks in on Rhea Jones in her hospital bed, while she lays comatose.

In Paraguay, a Doctor Bruckner warns of the escape of someone called Herr Niemand.

REVIEW

This is it, the critically acclaimed Morrison run on Doom Patrol. This title was unreadable, I am no joking here. So it is really refreshing to see what Morrison did (to be fair, he managed to put everything into place before he started, thanks to Kupperberg).

So, is it up to the hype? Well, yes. This is different, and comic-books should always welcome different (and good). It is also a book trying not to be the other books. Which I find very “alternative”, a product of its time. (It was the nineties version of the hipster movement, if there is such a thing).

While the characters are still trying not to be together when the story starts, at least they find reasons to group again. Now adding Crazy Jane and Rebis (can we say this is a transgender character?). It still relies on what happened before and it isn’t easy to keep track of all the characters we don’t see.

Richard Case is amazing. It is hard to have a range in terms of super-hero art. This is pretty much a horror story, and it really feels like it. Mostly thanks to Richard Case.

I give the arc a score of 9

#richard case #carlos garzón #doom patrol #vertigo #dc #comics #review #1989 #modern age #robotman

[abadoodlesss]

A Hunter’s Halloween

A/N: I got Day 4 of @winchesters-favorite-girl ‘s Halloween Writing Challenge - Halloween Costumes. So glad I joined this challenge, it was a lot of fun! 

Pairing: Winchesters x Friend!Reader (she’s like a lil sis) 

Summary: A fellow hunter, (Y/n), tags along with the Winchester Brothers to hunt down a ghost haunting the house where the town’s Halloween party is held. Ready for a quick ganking of a ghost, the three set off but run into a minor problem: No costume, no entry. 

Warnings: Few swears and a very brief description of Dean getting stitches (I thought it was gross so I thought I’d warn other squeamish people)  

Word Count: 2500+

A/N Part 2: (Started off short and cute and then my brain was like: Hey what if you added character arcs and personalities and a real plot so I tried meeting myself halfway and not get too into the story but kinda I couldn’t help it.)

The Impala raced down the empty road. Dean sat in backseat beside (Y/n), a young hunter that the Winchesters met a few years back who joined the boys on their latest hunt as Sam drove them back to the motel. They were heading back now from a vampire case that they just barely managed to survive. (Y/n) was currently stitching together a deep gash on Dean’s upper arm.

The boys met (Y/n) on a hunt a few years prior, when she was only nineteen. (Y/n) and the Winchester’s were trailing the same Vampire case separately and wound up running into each other and decided to work together. They were an amazing team and now three years later, they called upon (Y/n) again for assistance. She was more than happy to oblige, meeting the boys and taking out another nest. However, this time things didn’t go as smoothly.

Dean downed some more whiskey to numb the pain of (Y/n) driving the needle in and out of his skin. Sucking in a quick breath, Dean closed his eyes and downed more whiskey.

“Oh, stop being such a baby.” (Y/n) teased.

“You try getting stitched up in the back of your car while your brother drives like a maniac.” Dean cried. Sam just grumbled from the front seat and continued to drive towards the motel.

(Y/n) pulled the thread tightly, tying in a knot and ripping away the excess. “There, good as new.” She said with a smile.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” Dean said, grateful she took the time to make the stitches as even as she could. He took another swig of his bottle only to find it was now empty. “Pull into the closest liquor store.” Dean ordered.

“We have beers at the motel.”

“I’m tired and in pain and I need something a little stronger than a beer, we’re stopping.”

And with that, Sam kept an eye out for a liquor store.

The three climbed out of Baby and waltzed into the quaint liquor store. Dean went straight for the bottles whiskey set up further in the back of the store. (Y/n)’s eye was caught by two clearly underage boys attempting to buy alcohol at the cash register.

“I.D.” The cashier asked blankly.

The boys confidently handed over his fake ID.

“It’s fake.” The cashier replied, somehow even more blankly than before.

“No, it’s not. How dare you ev-”

“Get out of here or I’ll have to call the police.” The cashier interrupted, taking away the bottles of vodka and cutting the fake I.D. with a pair of scissors, tossing the remains in a nearby trash bin.

“Sir please, I don’t think you understand. We promised this girl that we’d bring alcohol to her party.” The first pleaded desperately.

“We can’t go disappointing her.” The second one said in a sly voice, sliding across a twenty dollar bill to the cashier.

“Tragic, really.” The cashier said, taking the money anyway. “I know what you’re up to and I can tell you boys that you don’t want to be messing around Adwell Manor.” The cashier said, pocketing the money and returning his attention to the book of crossword puzzles in front of him.

That last bit of information made (Y/n) curious. Dean came back towards the store’s front with two bottles of Jack Daniel’s and (Y/n) followed him up to the cash register

“What’s so bad about Adwell Manor?” (Y/n) questioned. “Sorry, but I was eavesdropping a bit, but I noticed you sounded very serious in telling those boys not to go there. What’s so bad about it?”

“Bit of a town legend, has been ever since I was their age. Lady Diana Adwell killed her husband and three children, then she offed herself. Every Halloween kids try to break in the place, throw a party and try to come in contact with her ghost or something.” He explained, putting the bottles in a paper bag. “I’m not much of a believer myself, but those kids shouldn’t be messing around on private property.” He said, handing the bag to Dean.

The three finished up their business in the liquor store and walked back towards the Impala.

“You think checking out Adwell Manor is worth our time?” (Y/n) asked.

“We just finished a case, (y/n/n).” Dean said, slightly irritated.

“Oh c’mon old-timer, it would be such an easy case. Let me at least research how legit that story was.”

“Knock yourself out.” Dean said, throwing Baby in drive and speeding off to the motel.

“Four newspaper stories on the murders, evidence that the family in fact existed and lived in the Manor and a Facebook post by one Brooke Abbott telling everyone about the party she’s having there tonight.” (Y/n) said, turning around the laptop so the boys could get a closer look.

“Okay, so it’s legit.” Dean admitted.

“Alright let’s head over.” Sam said, grabbing his jacket.

“Little problem,” (Y/n) announced, pointing to Brooke’s post. “‘No costume, no entry’.”

“Who cares, we’ll just walk in.”

“We don’t want to look suspicious. If two grown men walk into a teenager’s party, it’ll be super noticeable.”

“(Y/n/n), we’re not buying costumes just for this, let’s go and get it over with.” Dean said, grabbing his car keys.

“(Y/n/n), do you think a Ghostbuster costume is a little too on the nose?” Dean asked.

“You’re a Ghostbuster everyday, Halloween is a chance for you to pretend to be someone else, so use it.”

“We pretend to be other people on a daily basis. Two days ago I was pretending to be an FBI agent.” Sam complained, not wanting anything to do with the cheap Halloween costumes.

“Have fun for once in your life Winchester, be creative.” (Y/n) said, turning back towards the women’s costumes. “Ugh, why do women’s costumes have to be so sexualized?” (Yn/n) cried. “I mean ‘Sexy Nurse’, ‘Sexy Nun’, ‘Sexy Cheshire Cat’!? This is ridiculous!”

“Well, you aren’t hearing any complaining from the male population.” Dean joked, calling from the next aisle over.

“At least you have options, I can’t find anything.” Sam complained.

“Oh c’mon Sam, they’re plenty of costumes.” (Y/n) said as Sam joined her. “Like this one,” She said, holding up a child’s Rapunzel costume. “You don’t even need to buy the wig, your hair’s the perfect length.”

“Ha ha, you’re hilarious.” Sam said dryly with the roll of his eyes.

“Nah, Sammy, I found the perfect one for you.” Dean said, jumping out in front of the two with a creepy clown mask on. It took all of Sam’s willpower to not shriek like a little girl in the middle of the store. Dean burst out into laughter at his brother’s reaction, (Y/n) trying to not join in and embarrass Sam.

“Shut up.” Sam said, punching Dean in the arm but Dean didn’t cease his laughter. “Well here’s the perfect one for you.” Sam said, pulling out a Sexy Doctor costume. “An homage to your little man crush, Dr. Sexy.”

(Y/n) stopped dead in her tracks. “You watch Doctor Sexy M.D?” She asked. “No, more importantly, you like Dr. Sexy?”

“Sexy is in his name, it’s not an opinion it’s a fact no one can deny!” Dean defended, ripping the costume from Sam’s hands. “And I would be honored to wear this.”  

Adjusting her black and white striped tights, (Y/n) followed the Winchesters up the steps to Adwell Manor. Sam had opted to dress as a ‘Swashbuckling Pirate Captain’ as it was the only costume that was big enough to fit him. Dean proudly strutted to the front door in his Dr. Sexy costume. (Y/n) decided on the least scandalous costume she could find in the women’s section: a witch, much to Dean’s dismay.

“Let’s make this quick, get in, gank old Lady Adwell and get out.” Sam said, scratching at the uncomfortable material his pirate pants were made of.

“Oh stop being such a party pooper.” Dean said, walking in the doors.

The doors opened up to a foyer, covered in cobwebs, a few fake spiders, a few real spiders and carved pumpkins lined the grand staircase, the candles being the only source of light. Music came from further in the house, which the three followed, leading them into the party.

Teenagers dressed in half-assed costumes crowded the room, everyone, with a solo cup in their hands as they swayed to the music playing over the speakers.

A young blonde girl dressed as a cat, if you could call a tight black dress and a cat ear headband a cat costume. She looked (Y/n) up and down, letting out a little scoff.

“Um, do I know you?” She questioned like she had some sort of authority over Adwell Manor. (Y/n) was about to come up with an excuse, anything that wouldn’t get their cover blown but the girl turned her attention to the men standing behind (Y/n).

The girl glanced at Sam and Dean, looking much less aggravated by their existence than she was by (Y/n)’s.

“Oh, I’m sure I don’t know you. I’d remember a face like that.” The girl said, twirling a blonde lock around her finger, biting her lip as she looked at Dean.

Dean widened his eyes, looking to his brother for assistance, Sam had none to offer.

He let out an awkward laugh. “Yeah, we’re not from around here. I’m Dean.”

“Brooke.” The girl said, introducing herself as she continued her intense eye contact with Dean. “Why don’t you and I go grab some punch and get to know each other a little better.” She asked, a bit suggestively, tugging Dean away.

Dean sent a desperate silent plea to (Y/n) and Sam, begging with his eyes for them to rescue him.

“Take one for the team.” Sam mouthed as Dean was dragged through the dance floor by Brooke.

With Dean reluctantly distracting the hostess, Sam and (Y/n) snuck away from the party. At first, they found no sign of Diana Adwell. Sam was very quick to give up, most likely due to the fact he was finished with being dressed as a pirate.

The two walked into a study, walls lined with shelves filled with books and a fireplace, void of any wood. Around the fireplace was a mantle, adorned with pictures and trinkets and a few silver boxes. The picture depicted a rather happy looking family, a mother, a father and three young children all dressed in Victorian-era clothing. (Y/n) grabbed the photo, inspecting it further as Sam reached for one of the small silver boxes.

“They were all cremated.” Sam said, reading the fancy cursive on the boxes of ashes.

Suddenly the fire roared, illuminating the room as (Y/n)’s EMF reader began beeping.

The apparition of Diana Adwell formed before the two, dressed in a white nightgown stained with blood, especially around the gash in her chest. She had a kitchen knife in her hand and, raised and ready to attack. Sam jumped in front of (Y/n), protective big brother mode activated.

The ghost flung Sam across the room, causing him to crash into one of the bookcases. (Y/n) used the moment that the ghost focused on Sam to grab an iron fire poker and drive it through Lady Adwell’s form.

(Y/n) bolted over to Sam, helping him to his feet. “Get up sasquatch, she won’t be gone for long.”

“She was cremated, what’s left of her?” Sam asked with a groan as he stood upright.

Grabbing the picture frame once more, (Y/n) scanned the image. Diana Adwell’s hand clutched a locket was hanging around her neck in the photograph.

“Her locket?” (Y/n) theorized.

“It’s our best bet.”  Sam agreed. The two dashed to the master bedroom, the room where (Y/n) remembered seeing a jewelry box upon a dresser.

Sam dug around the jewelry box, (Y/n) joking that he was stereotyping all other pirates by stealing valuables. (Y/n) stood with the fire poker in hand, ready to strike the moment Lady Adwell reared her ghostly head again.

Suddenly she appeared, behind Sam. (Y/n) cried out for him as she swung at the apparition.

“I got it!” Sam yelled, clutching the locket in hand, ducking out of the room to burn it in the study’s fireplace. (Y/n) ran close behind, watching out for Lady Adwell once more, no doubt even more pissed off than before.

“Wouldn’t you rather stay downstairs?” They heard Dean say from further down the hallway. He came into view, following Brooke as she stormed the hallway, trying to persuade her to turn back.

“There they are!” She exclaimed, noticing Sam and (Y/n) barreling down the hall. “What are you doing?” She asked, barricading the rest of the hallway with her body, hands on hips.

“We don’t have time to explain.” (Y/n) said, pushing past Brooke.

“Excuse me but-” Brooke started but she was cut off by a chilling scream. Lady Adwell’s ghost was barreling down the hallway towards the group.

“C’mon.” Sam yelled, taking off towards the study, Dean in tow. (Y/n) grabbed onto a petrified Brooke, tugging her along.

Once in the study, (Y/n) threw Dean another iron fire poker as he forced Brooke to stand behind himself and (Y/n) as they awaited the ghost.

Sam dug into the satchel that came along with his costume, reaching for his lighter and tossing it into the fireplace. It erupted in flames just as the ghost caught up with them.

She made a motion with her arms at the fire pokers were ripped away from Dean and (Y/n)’s grasp. Brooke continued screaming as Sam tossed the locket into the fire, Diana Adwell burst into flames at the same moment.

“What the hell just happened.” Brooke cried.

“Long story, just- just go back to your party.” Dean said, too exhausted to even try explaining.

“But-” Brooke started.

“Go.” Sam said, equally tired and even less willing to go through the whole explanation.

Brooke started to leave when she turned back to Dean. “Call me sometime?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Finally!” Sam exclaimed, ripping off the blasted pirate costume he was confined to all night.

“You are so overdramatic.” (Y/n) said, taking off her witch hat.

“Don’t even start with me, (Y/n/n).” He said, promptly tossing his costume into the trash can in the bathroom.

“I thought it was kind of fun.” Dean mused, checking himself out in the bathroom’s mirror. “I mean we’re always dressing up, but we never get candy out of it.” Dean said, dumping out loads of candy from the deep pockets of his doctor costume onto the motel bed.

(Y/n) attacked the pile of candy, picking out all the best treats for herself. Sam reached down to grab a Snickers from the pile when his hand was smacked away.

“I don’t think so Mister I-hate-Halloween, no costume no candy.”  

“Why do you love Halloween so much? Everyday is Halloween for us, it’s just not special.”

(Y/n) was taken aback for a second, Halloween might not have been the most fun time for hunters, but it was special.

“Look, I get why you don’t like it. When I was younger, we didn’t celebrate Halloween either because there was nothing to celebrate, it’s just another night of hell for us.”

“Exactly my point.”

“But, we were wrong back then. There is something to celebrate. True, we don’t get to take part in all the fun and we can’t be oblivious to the dark shit that goes on like everyone else but we should be celebrating Halloween because it means we’re doing our jobs right. People feel safe enough to mock monsters and go out on the most dangerous night of the year. They feel safe because we’re doing a damn good job of protecting them. Isn’t that worth celebrating?”

“Well, when you put in such a dramatic way, yes.”

“I’m just saying, our Halloween might not be like everyone else’s but that doesn’t mean it’s not just as good.”

Dean grabbed three beers from the case beside the door, handing one out to (Y/n) and Sam. “To a job well done.”

“To a hunter’s Halloween.” (Y/n) said clink her bottle with Dean’s.

The two looked at Sam expectantly.

“To Halloween not sucking so bad.” Sam said, defeated, clinking his bottle too.

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural imagine #reader #dean winchester #Sam Winchester #sam and dean #winchester sister #ish #halloween #costumes #halloween costumes #Katie's 31 Days of Halloween #writing challenge #writing prompt

[alive22]

2017 REAL STORY ABT A REAL PERSON

LET ME REFER 2 A PERSON SPOKE UPON WITH “ I / ME “ 4 SECURITY REASONS THIS REAL STORY IS REAL WRITTEN BY A BEST FRIEND OF “ I / ME “ EVERY OTHER PERSON WOULD DO THESE SAME STORYS DIFFERENT WAY PROBABLY SAYING “ WRONG “ SOMETIMES OR EDIT SOME STUFF BUT I CHOSE THIS PERSON 2 TALK ABOUT STUFF BC FUCK IT ; FAST FORWARD NO MUCH MANY YRS, WATER LEVELS RISEN UP, TEMPERATURE IS SUPER HOT, DESERTED SITUATIONS & THE INTERNET IS DEAD, REFORMED & PRIVILEDGED 4 LUXURY 1NS, CONTROLLED HISTORY IS FILTERED N DEPENDING ON WHERE U R UR CONNECTIONS COMBINED WITH A CERTAIN HISTORY KNOWLEDGE + CONTROLLED FRIENDS WILL BRING U SUCCESS WARS N CRIME N STEALING EVERYWHERE AROUND MIND WRITING THIS TELLS ME THE SCENARIO IS PRE WRITTEN ALREADY, N THAT THIS STORY IS A PRICE OF LIFES BEFORE N 2 BE CALM WHILE A MIND SAYS; NO CRIME IS BIGGER CRIME THAN LISTEN ACCEPT OR RLLY RESPECT THOSE PPL N THEIR WAYS, BELIEFS NO CRIME IS BIGGER CRIME THAN STOPPING SOMEONES SHINE IN ANY WAY INSTEAD OF POINTING THEIR SHINE 2 THE SHINE FIELDS LIKE THEM THERES A BABY 2017 IT HAS NO LIVING FATHER, IT HAS NO LIVING MOTHER IT HAS FAMILY SOMEWHERE, BUT IT DOESNT KNOW IT HAS BEEN ADOPTED BEING RAISED POOR NO FOOD OR MONEY 4 FOOD SITUATION TYPE OF STUFF AROUND PPL ARGUING N YELLING AT BABY 2 GO ASK SOMEONE OTHER THAN THEM 4 FOOD IF NOT ACCEPTING THEIR TRADITIONS, ABLE 2 ACCEPT TRADITIONS OR B LEFT BABY REALISED HARSH STUFF PRETTY YOUNG RAISED WITH WANTED VOCABULARY THE MEMORIES OF MOTHER N FATHER N REAL FAM IS A TOP WORST THING U COULD EVER TALK ABOUT IN A DESERTED SITUATION THERES AN OLD LADY 2017 A PART OF A FAMILY THAT ADOPTED A BABY SHES DIEING, SLOWLY, ITS BEEN YRS NOW HER ORGANS R CANCELLING N HARD MEDICINE IS KEEPING HER ALIVE WITH BEING IN HOSPITAL VERY OFFTEN SHES A PERSONA LOSING PARANOID WITH REAL PANIC ATTACKS HER FAMILY HATES HER N ALWAYS SPEAK DOWN ON HER, MISTREAT HER MAKE FUN OF HER N R BEING AGRESSIVE ORDERING HER 2 DO STUFF SHES THE 1 THAT CARED MOST 4 A BABY WHEN SHE COULD THERES A SISTER OF THAT OLD LADY 2017 CLOSER PART OF A FAM THAT ADOPTED A BABY SHES RICH, THE ONLY PART OF A FAM WITH SOME INCOME BC SHE WORKED IN GERMANY 1950- 1990 BUT SHE NEVER FINISHED SCHOOL N MANIPULATED A JEW INTO CRHISTANITY SINCE FOREVER SHE WAS THE MAIN HEAD OF WHOLE FAMILY N HER WORD WAS 2 LISTEN, SHE HAD CARE N FUN ALWAYS BUT WOULD ALWAYS WANT 2 MUCH CONTROL SHE ALWAYS SPEAKS DOWN ON EVERYBODY, ESPECIALLY HER JEW MAN WHO LOVES HER N LISTENS ONLY 2 HER BC HE LOST HIS FAM IN A GERMAN CONCENTRATION CAMP THEY HAD A POOR MONEY YOUTH SITUATION BUT ALWAYS BEEN TOGETHER SINCE THEY WERE 19 N 16 YRS OLD N THEY BEEN WORKING HARD THEY R FAT, BOTH, SINCE THEIR 20S AFTER BIG MONEY NICE CARS N HOUSES THEY WENT 2 CROATIA WITH A WIDER FAMILY N ALL WENT DELUSIONAL, THEY WERE BEFORE BUT THEY BECAME STUCK OLD FAT SICK N ANGRY MORE THAN EVER SO EVERY FAM RELATION GOES BROKE IN 1990 WHEN THEY CAME TO CRO A YOUNG MAN 2017 NOW TAKING CARE OF A BABY LOOKING AT IT, THINKING OF WHAT 2 SAY SO IT SPEAKS STORYS ABOUT WHAT PPL DO N HOW N WHY HOW MUCH OF TRUTH, 2 MUCH OF THRUTH 4 NOW ? HOW MUCH OF CONTROL A YOUNG MAN IS A FRIEND WITH CRIME PPL, WITH OLDER FUCKED UP PPL, WITH BUSINESS FAKE PPL, N WITH REGULAR VERY DELUSIONAL 1S ALL RACES A YOUNG MAN HAS A LOW INCOME, NOT TOTALLY STABILE ON ITS OWN FEET, BUT ALWAYS FINDING A WAY, A RISKY WAY HE & A BABY SHARE SOME IMPORTANT PARTS OF THEIR STORY YOUNG MAN HAS NO REAL HELP IN LIFE, HE NEVER WANTED 2 PLAY/KILL A PERSON EVEN IF A PERSON BAD 2 HIM, ALWAYS USED 2 FIND A WAY 2 STAY CALM N RE/ARRANGE SITUATIONS COME N GO LIKE DAYS, PPL TURN THEIR MASKS N BACKS N PHOTOS N SPEECHES N NOTHING IS SAFE YOUNG MAN THINKS WOMAN R GODS, N EVERYTHING EVOLVES AROUND A NICE WOMAN. HES NOT IMPRESSED BY HIS FELLOW GAMES, HE DOES NOT PLAYS THEM HE SURVIVES THEM, BUT ITS BOTHERING HIM ALWAYS SO HE THINKS OF WAYS TO CHANGE ROUTES YOUNG MAN THINKS ITS A BEST TIME IN HUMAN HISTORY 4 BEAUTIFUL WOMEN DOING REAL BIG THINGS WITH STYLE N THAT POWERFULL & FOCUSED WOMAN COULD MAKE MUCH MORE THAN EVER WHEN HE WAS YOUNG, HE REALLY CHERISHED GIRLS, N WOULD UNDERSTAND THEIR NEED FOR MORE WORDS AND WORDY SITUATIONS N THEIR ADVANTAGE OR DISADVANTAGE @ SCENES, MALE FEMALE MANIPULATIONS AS IT ALL IS OR WERE HE NEVER PLAYED EMOTION OR ACT OR MATH EVIL GAMES SO HE WAS ALWAYS PLAYED, NOT PLAYED LIKE CHEATED CUZ HE MADE SURE 2 KEEP IT REAL BUT PLAYED AS A ROLE OR OBJECT OF ACT ... STAYED CALM CUZ WAS SURE IT WAS NOT HIS FAULT " A LUXURY EGO “ WAS THERE SINCE FOREVER & MADE HIS LIFE A MESS MOSTLY OF OTHERS SETTING HIM SITUATIONS EGO COULDNT HANDLE AS THEY NEVER WANTED PEACEFULLY DISCUSS DETAILS, NOT ALWAYS BUT MOSTLY WHEN IT WAS MOST IMPORTANT HIS EGO THINKS HE IS VERY GOOD AT CERTAIN THINGS N IS PROUD OF THE WAY HE USES SPACE N PPL ; HE CANT EVEN TALK IF HE KNOWS EMOTIONS R NOT SAFE N THE NEED 4 REAL IS NOT IN THE AIR, BUT HE HAS A LAUNGUAGE READY 4 EVERY SITUATION N ITS LIKE A SWORD 2 A HEART OF A LAWBREAKER, N IT CAN COME AS A SACRIFICE OF HIS OWN BRAIN N TIME, BUT ITS SOMEHOW PRECISE CUZ PPLS ANGER IS ALWAYS OVER THE TOP ON THE OTHER SIDE SO EVERYTHING BECOMES INTROSPECTED ON A BIGGER PLANE SOMEHOW BETWEEN WIDER N MOST POWERFULL CIRCLES THEY HAVE, N THAT USUALLY CHANGES OR REDOES THINGS BIG TIME THE WAY HE SPEAKS 2 LOVED ONES IS 2 PRAISE THEM OR NOTICE THEIR LITTLEST THINGS OR MAKES FUN OF THEM, OR MAKES FUN OF ITSELF 4 FUN SO THERES ALWAYS A LOT OF DETAILS 2 GO WRONG AT THE WRONG TIME, IT NEEDS A UNDERSTANDING MIND 2 KEEP IT COOKING IF THERES UNDERSTANDING, HE PRAISES THEM MATERIALISTACLLY WELL WHICH OFFERS A LOT OF USAGE SITUATIONS RETHINKING FROM OTHER SIDES 2 THE THING HE MOST LOVES ABOUT HIMSELF IS WHEN HE FEELS LIKE SOMEONE IS GLOWING IS 2 KEEP HIMSELF MINIMALISTIC BEING HAPPY IN THEIR PRESENCE N THROW THEM STUPID TRAPS WATCH REACTIONS THEN LAUGH W JST REPEATING THEIR FACE N WHAT THEY SAID HE LOVES 2 REPEAT WHAT THEY SAID BASICALLY HES COLLECTING REACTINS N COPY PASTING PPL N BEST SITUATIONS AT NEW CROWDS N MAKING SURE 2 CONNECT AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE BUT NOT 2 VISIBLE SECOUND THING HE LOVES THE MOST IS LAY AROUND N RECOVER N BEING RESPECTED 4 BEING THAT TIRED HE TRIED DIFFERENT TYPES OF GIRLS, LIVED HIS YOUTH WITH A “ U CANT KNOW A GIRL FULLY UNTIL U SEEN HER RELAXED N HAPPY NAKED “ + “ CAN U REALLY B A BEST FRIEND OF A GIRL IF U HAVEN’T SEEN HER NAKED ? “ BUT AS HE GOT OLDER THERE WERE MUCH MORE GAMES W FEELINGS N SEX AROUND SO HE DECLINED CHASING FOR FEELING FAKE N TOOK SOME NEW ROUTES “ SADLY NOBODY MADE A SONG OR SOME ECONOMY CHANGING ART ABOUT U ... DAMN WE HAVE 2 GET IT I SEE UR FAMILY TREE GROWING N GLOWING GIRL “ WAS THE ROUTE, HAD 2 B EXPENSIVE TOO NOT WANTED 2 B OR LOOK LIKE A PRO, RATHER SLOW LAUGH N HALFTIME STYLE THAN A PRO ACT ABT ANYTHING BIGGEST SOCIAL DISADVANTAGES/CURSES ; HE HAD A MOUTH FASTER THAN A THOUGHT WHEN ANGRY OR HAPPY, A FIRE AROUND THE HEART THAT WOULD MAKE AN ACT ALWAYS UNSTOPPABLE A CURSE, HE FOUND IT FUNNY & USED TO TAKE THAT AS A LESSON 2 B HUMBLE N GET USED 2 ASK 4 “ FORGIVNESS “ / EXPLANATION TIMES FAST OFTEN SAYING “ THE WRONGEST THINGS @ WRONGEST TIME “ BUT ON A BIGGER PLANE THATS LIKE THE HIGHEST “ CLASS DEBATE “ LEVEL MOSTLY PROUDLY MISSED OR MANIPULATED WORLDWIDE, COULDNT EVER B SAD ABT IT EVEN THO IT ALWYS MAKES THINGS HARDER FASTEST FALLS IN LOVE 2 EASILY, THATS BIGGEST MOTIVATION CUZ HE CANT EVER SHOW IT SO HE BECOMES MEAN UNINTERESTED LIKE “IF U CANT SHOW SOMETHING REAL FAST ILL ACT LIKE I CANT SEE U “ CUZ THE WORLD AINT READY THAT FAST 4 HIS FUN, SO HE FREEZES FAKE W INSTANT FRIENDS OR NOTHING/MEAN SITUATIONS TYPE, OFC IN GENERAL THAT BRINGS THE WEIRDEST FASTEST