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#One Hell Of a Family AU

nomsfaultau · 4 months

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Dark SBI where Philza is a nice normal human man whose family slowly gets replaced by super natural creatures. The youngest is the first to go, replaced by 'Tommy', a shape shifting imp who decided he liked the skin of the kid and decided to keep it. He lives for chaos, but his motives falter when he experiences genuine love for the first time. Then 'Wilbur' replaces another son in classic changeling fashion, the boy taken to fulfill the whims of the fae and leaving in his place a bitter boy who knows he's an inferior version. Finally, the last son becomes plagued by dark voices that grow worse and worse, leading him succumbing to possession by 'Technoblade', who thinks he'll make the perfect new vessel after the last one was destroyed. 'Technoblade' doesn't want to lose his new vessel so soon after the last one, 'Wilbur' was trained from birth to mimic the human he would replace, and 'Tommy' wants an identity he can fall back on to play innocent if he gets in trouble. It takes awhile before the others realize all three kids are imposters. There's friction, of course, but they eventually make a pact to continue pretending to be a sweet and unsuspecting family.

The thing is...Philza isn't dumb. There's this awful feeling in his gut, and he has a sharp eye for details that don't add up. He's increasingly certain these things aren't his children. He quietly gathers evidence, and the moment he's sure...he does nothing. Philza carries on in a careful pantomime of a perfectly loving family, terrified of what they'll do to him if they realize he knows their true natures. He smothers his fear and offers them warm smiles and boundless mercy and tender affection the likes of which the imposter children have never known before. Slowly, it becomes a easier for everyone to pretend.

Maybe, if Philza's kind enough, they won't kill him, or worse. Maybe if he's good enough, their evil natures will soften. Maybe, if he's patient enough, they'll give him his real kids back.

And the moment they do, he'll slaughter every last one of the monsters who destroyed his family.

#i never see Phil as the vulnerable one in dark sbi #idk if I don't have enough exposure or what but its almost always Tommy #or the very occasional techno #also hell no would Philza Minecraft just settle in for found family time #philza #philza minecraft #sbi #dark sbi #sleepy bois inc #tommyinnit #technoblade #wilbur soot #sbi au #sbi fic #sbi angst #something to nom on

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year

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Seven in the morning on September 8th, the mourning doves gently cooing as the sun rises, the walk to the minivan is as silent as a graveyard.

“C’mon, guys,” Luis tries, but not that hard. “Let’s try for a good year, okay?”

To her credit, Veronica does her best to muster up a smile. Marco manages a nod.

Rachel does nothing. She hasn’t so much as spoken a word since the accident.

The half-hour drive to where everyone needs to do is completely silent. Luis tries initially to put on the radio, but he hears Marco’s sharp inhale when he averts his eyes from the road to change the station and stops immediately.

It’s been three months since Mamá and Papá passed. Sometimes Luis feels like none of them are ever going to be okay again.

Rachel and Marco are dropped off first.

“Remember to check in with your guidance counsellors,” Veronica says. “Luis and I talked to them last week. They’re aware of the…situation.”

Not that it did much. They’d made an appointment to talk to the school administration as soon as the high school opened, just before classes started, but they’d made it to the office and neither of them knew what to say. ‘Hey, there’s a very good chance that both of these kids are going to have extreme drops in performance or even fail because they both just lost their parents in one night?’ No, of course not. ‘Please be aware that Rachel has regular panic attacks at the sounds of car horns and brakes squealing, and that Marco sometimes just gets up and leaves and you don’t hear from him again for hours?’ Probably, but still. How the hell were they even supposed to breach the subject? Luis and Veronica aren’t fucking guardians. They’re barely even legal adults. Hell, neither of them can fucking drink, yet!

But there was no one else to do it. So they mumbled their way through an explanation — parents dead, kids traumatized, go easy — and high-tailed it the hell out of there. Both of them have been hanging up the phone whenever the school calls.

“Love you guys,” Luis says as they wrench open the side door and hop out of the van, slinging their backpacks on behind them. Veronica repeats the sentiment. Marco mumbles something in return, Rachel says nothing, and then they’re both off.

Before they can fade completely out of sight, Veronica calls Marco’s name.

“Watch out for your sister.”

Marco hesitates for a moment, eyes shining like broken glass, and then he nods. He turns back around without another word and disappears into the crowded mass of teenagers.

“We knew today was going to be rough,” Luis mutters, starting the car and carefully navigating out of the parking lot. “We expected this. That’s what all the parenting books said.”

Veronica’s silent for a long moment.

“Doesn’t make it any easier.”

It takes them a little farther to get where Veronica needs to go. Her apprenticeship is entirely dependant on whether or not she can find a welder willing to take her on — it’s 2003, for fuck’s sake, it shouldn’t be that hard, but some people suck. Some people will be completely incapable of seeing her as valuable as she is, and they won’t even bother. It’s a shit reality, and frustrating as hell, but it’s their best bet for money in the long run. Veronica’s always been good with her hands, and with Luis already eating up funds in tuition and God knows how much savings they have left with Mamá and Papá gone, Veronica working as she’s learning is their best bet. The trades pay well, too, and they’ve got three more kids to save up for.

Luis swallows the lump in his throat. Marco has always wanted to go to Juliard.

How the fuck are they gonna afford that?

“Drop me off here,” Veronica says, pointing at a shop just down the road. Luis slows to a stop in front of it, peering through the windshield.

“…That place?” he asks skeptically. “You sure?”

If it weren’t for the two people arguing just inside the garage doors, Luis would assume the shop is abandoned. The sign’s paint is so faded and scuffed up that it’s impossible to read, and several windows are boarded up. The walls are more graffiti than brick.

“I looked it up online,” Veronica explains. “They don’t have a website, but I found a couple blogs mentioning it. Apparently it’s the most competent shop in town, and it’s run by a woman.” She shoots him a small smile, grabbing her bag and opening the passenger door. “I’ll be fine, you big loser. Or have you forgotten that I’ve kicked your ass in every fight we’ve ever had?”

Luis snorts. He has not forgotten. He’s pretty sure he has minor brain damage from the time Veronica slammed his head into a side table when they were fighting over a girl in middle school (who didn’t like either of them, go figure).

“Believe me, asshole. I didn’t forget. Keep your cell on, though, okay? Call me if things get weird. I’ll be here, you know I will.”

She smiles at him again, and seeing some genuine happiness and excitement bleed into her expression for the first time in months is more relieving than Luis has the words for.

“I will, Luis. Now get lost. You’re gonna be late for class.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

He waits until she’s inside the shop and talking to who he assumes is the owner before carefully peeling off, mindful of the early morning traffic around him. Once he’s well on his way and a little more comfortable behind the wheel, he adjusts his rearview mirror slightly to see the baby seat strapped tightly in the back.

“You and me, now, huh, Lance?”

Lance grins at him around the thumb he’s got stuffed in his mouth, babbling happily.

“Yeah, that’s right, buddy. You’re going to be the first college-educated baby, because we sure as shit cannot afford daycare.” He grimaces. “Sorry. I shouldn’t say shit around you. The parenting books say you pick up on bad language and are more likely to be using it when you’re older.”

Lance does not seem to be too terribly offended, continuing to stare back at Luis through the mirror, brown eyes big and wide and knowing.

The parenting books say that he will have just barely gained a sense of self and awareness in July — 7 months — but Lance has always appeared so knowing. He’s ten months old, now, and sometimes Luis is convinced he already knows how to speak in full sentences and just doesn’t feel like it.

Babies grow at their own rate, Mamá had said years ago, when Luis asked why Rachel wasn’t walking yet. She’ll get there, mijo. Don’t worry your pretty head about all those milestones your textbooks tell you about.

It hurts to remember her words. Even now, months after the accident, thinking of his parents makes something like bile rise up in his throat.

But he’s never known anyone wiser than his mother. And certainly no parents better than his own, so he might as well get used to thinking about them.

He pulls into the first available parking spot he sees, in what has to be a fifteen minute walk at least to the main buildings on campus.

Oh, well.

He turns off the car, running through the checklist in his head — windows up, lights off, no check engine light, keys in pocket, seatbelt off — before getting out and opening the back door.

“Alright, Lancey-pants. You ready to come sit through Calculus III with me? Huh? Yeah, I bet you are, you little nerd. Let’s go.”

Lance’s carseat is big and clunky and heavy most of all, and combined with the diaper bag and his own backpack he feels like a fucking packhorse. He feels like a freak, too, with all the stares and giggles from other students he walks by.

He swallows, ignoring the burning of his cheeks, and walks on.

He just barely makes it to his class on time, sliding into one of the only available seats just as the lecturer starts speaking. He keeps Lance strapped in his carseat, rocking him gently with his foot as he takes out his notepad. He prays that Lance falls asleep so that he can get through the next couple hours without incident.

“…and hopefully you’ve all read the first chapter of your textbooks, and we can dive right in…”

———

They almost make it.

They get so close.

For the first two hours of the lecture, everything is fine. Luis is paying as much attention as he can, scrawling down notes to keep up with his rapidly-speaking professor. Every so often someone shoots him a dirty look when Lance says something in baby-talk, but they can fuck right off. Lance is being an angel, by baby standards. He’s almost completely silent, brown eyes wide as he observes the world around him, vastly different from the home he’s been confined to for the entirety of the summer. Any sound from him is no louder than the occasional whisper of any confused students. He’s fine.

And then the sniffling starts.

Luis isn’t quite sure what sets him off. He made sure to feed him just before they left, so he shouldn’t need anything else for another two hours. He’s obviously not sleepy. It might be a diaper thing, but Luis doubts it. He took care of that before he left, too.

Regardless, Lance begins to sniffle, and then he begins to cry, and no amount of desperate shushing and cooing from Luis does anything before Lance truly begins to wail.

Like a scene from a nightmare, the professor stops what she’s doing. Every eye in the classroom turns to him.

“Is everything all right?” the professor asks.

“Fine,” Luis chokes out. He doesn’t even take the time to gather up his bag, he just scoops Lance from his seat and flees as quickly as he can. Hopefully he can come back for his stuff when the lecture ends.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Luis soothes, gently bouncing an inconsolable Lance as he walks the campus grounds. Numerous people give him nasty or pitying looks as they walk by, but Luis ignores them. They’re not his concern right now. “What’s wrong, huh? You miss your parents? Me too, sweetheart. Fuck.”

Lance gets like this, sometimes. He just cries and cries, like his heart is breaking. Veronica thinks his heart is a little broken, and he needs time to heal, like the rest of them.

“It’s okay, Lancito. Let it out. Let it out.”

By the time he sees his class file out of the lecture hall, Lance has finally calmed down to hiccups and sniffles.

“Let’s go get our stuff, yeah?”

Luis tries to slip back inside as inconspicuously as possible, making a beeline for his seat and is relieved to find his stuff untouched. Thank God.

Lance protests when he tries to rebuckle him in the carseat, so he just dumps all his books into the seat and holds Lance instead. It’s fine. If Lance wants to be held, he can hold him. It’s the first day of classes, after all, so he probably won’t miss too much, note-wise —

“Excuse me, young man.”

Luis startles at the voice, whipping around to face whoever’s approaching. His professor stands a few feet away from him, straight-backed and tall, orange saree almost reaching the ground. Luis turns to face her, setting down the carseat and holding out one hand.

“I’m so sorry for interrupting the lecture earlier, Professor. I’m Luis Sanchez.”

“Sarah Lee,” she says. “And no need to apologize.” She smiles kindly, letting go of Luis’ hand and extending hers out to Lance. “And you, little one? What’s your name.”

Lance giggles. He doesn’t remove his hand from his mouth — thankfully — but leans forward to bat his head gently against her hand.

“This is Lance.” Luis pokes him in the stomach, making him giggle again. “He’s noisy. I wouldn’t usually bring him to class, I swear, but I had no other option and I already paid tuition —”

“Walk with me,” Professor Lee interrupts, and then she’s out the lecture hall without so much as a glance behind her. Luis frantically throws the rest of his stuff into the carseat and scrambles to follow her. She doesn’t speak again until they reach the campus gardens — the projects of fourth year environmental science students.

“You’re nineteen, yes? Twenty?”

“Twenty,” Luis affirms.

She hums. “Thirty years ago, I was in your exact situation.” She leans forward and plucks a sprig of mint from the garden, holding it towards Lance. “Good for digestion,” she explains, at Luis’ wary look. “And soothing the mind.” Luis nods once, and she hands it to Lance, who immediately shoves it in his mouth. He makes a face initially, but seems to decide that he likes it, gnawing on it slowly.

“You were in my situation?” Luis prompts. This is…not what he expected, but he’s so lost and the professor is speaking so kindly that Luis is willing to take any helping hand, at this point. Plus, Lance seems to like her, so.

“Yes,” she continues. “Twenty years old, freshly married with a newborn baby, desperately trying to get my degree so I didn’t throw away everything my mother sacrificed to get me where I was. Not an easy task.”

“Oh.” Luis feels horrible for misleading her. “Lance isn’t…he’s not mine. He’s my brother. My parents —” his voice cracks — “my parents passed, early this summer. I have no one else to watch him. My other siblings can’t take him right now and it’s not ideal, but I figured university has other adults, you know? People will be mature about it. I just — I dunno. It’s — I’m sorry if I implied our situations were the same. I can’t imagine what you had to go through.”

“Luis,” she says gently. She stops, facing him fully. “I am so, so sorry for your loss.” She considers him carefully. “You are carrying a lot on your shoulders right now, child. You don’t need to carry unwarranted guilt, as well. True, our situations are not identical, but they are very similar, no?“

“I guess,” Luis says weakly.

“I’m trying to offer my help, child,” Professor Lee says, reaching out and squeezing his hands. “Just like I was helped when I needed it. Accept it.”

Luis shudders, then nods. This is almost too good to be true, and he’s in no place to refute it. He’s not sure exactly what she’s offering, but anything is better than dragging poor Lance to class every day and hoping for the best.

“Good. Now, thankfully there are much better systems in place now than there were in the seventies. Did you know the university offers on-campus childcare for reduced rates, to help train the student educators? Come. Let me show you where to sign up.”

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bruciemilf · 1 year

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You know I personally believe that Damian bites. That's half of the reason Talia dropped him off with Bruce—he bit her a few too many times AND refused to sleep in his own bed. The second thing wouldn't be a problem if he didn't kick viciously in his sleep. Bruce hears that Talia "suddenly" "for no reason" stopped letting Damian sleep in her bed a bit before she sent him to him, and he's like "aww, don't worry Damian, you can sleep in my bed whenever you want"

Bruce wakes up with at least fifteen new bruises and a dislocated shoulder, regretting his decision thoroughly. But Damian looks at him with sad little eyes and he's reminded that he loves his son more than enough to bear a few bumps and sore spots, so he doesn't say anything. Plus he survived the dark days (Dick kicking in his sleep when he was little—he never outgrew it, he just rarely sleeps in Bruce’s bed anymore) so

The biting isn't even a problem for Bruce because he's just used to people around him being weird. Like Clark gets sad if he isn't the first to say hi to Bruce when they're both on the Watchtower and Steph bursts into tears if she's sick and Bruce doesn't read her bedtime stories. A little biting isn't going to deter him from showing his son affection

OHHHHH please!! Now I'm thinking of Damian burrowing not only in Bruce's BED, but under Bruce's hoodie, his shirt, seeking out warmth and affection.

Talia handles blades better than hugs, and it's hard for her, thus becoming hard for Damian, but Bruce takes this for it is, really; A symbol of trust.

Damian recoils and snarls whenever someone touches him, - he'll melt under it, for sure, but he doesn't have a fight or flight mode; he has a fight or kill mode. His siblings should count their blessings.

BRUCE WITH DANGEROUS BUNNY SON <333

#also im thinking of an (animal) shifter/totem au and bruce is 10000% a bunny change my mind u cant #jason is a wolf cause I said so and Dick is a bluejay and Damian is one of those super expensive cat breeds #cass is a panther bc yeah <3 shes second tallest in the family at 6'2. jasons 6'6 #jokes on him tho harvey's a python and hes 7'#clark as a lion tho thanks - basically everyone being their spirit animal???? sign me the hell up #asks #text #batfam

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spotsupstuff · 8 months

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Does Boreas like listening to music?

i mean...

depends, really

after the Mass Ascension, he's cursed by all those devices randomly going off all over him. fun fact! "Walk Like a Man" by Frankie Valli is in the Eo playlist Specifically cuz it's the sort of music that often plays in this case. it's annoying, gives B headaches and he's just overall tired. doesn't help that he usually can' find the things

but anyway; before all that he still didn't normally listen to music by himself. he just doesn't see a point in it (as a person and also as a Gen 1- just like Moon, Boreas can't really understand feelings communicated by art forms. neither does Zephyr, Orion, Spore, Gem n so on)

but! Sparrows used to hang out with him for a few hours each time before she went to Zephyr to plan out repairs and resources/parts offered and made by Boreas. and well, after she married Euros and the whole Rot situation passed, she was able to just kick back and chill with Boreas like with proper family member. which means that she played him some of her music, since she's a music gal

despite his lack of ability to really understand it, he did secretly like these music hang outs Sparrows started and learned to quietly enthusastically await them. they had quite a few Talks™ during them (and eventually they resulted in Sparrows teaching him how to sing)

he ALSO has Euros for a brother (/son son sonny boy) so he didn't have much of choice but to listen to His music too. n then Haboob and Notos came by too and Euros was immediately like "oh i know what to do. girls girls girls!!! c'mon and let's harmonize. one and two one and two!" while on call with B and there it went. n then "Boreaaaaassss!!! BOREAS!!!!!!! come on, join us!!! we need a bass singer in here! your voice is deeper than the goddamn Void Sea get in here."

#spot says stuff #rw #oc tag #Sparrows n Boreas canonically bond quite a bit post Euros' first Rot. like they actively liked (loved 👁👁) each other. her eventual-#-natural death hit B in the feels hard too even if he pretended it didnt. this closeness makes his initial reaction to Tarrows in the post-#-MA off string au that much more hurtful to her cuz like. she knew he appreciated her. she knew she was family to him. they listened to so-#-so so many tunes together Sparrows cuddled up to him or under his chlamys cuz his chamber is cold and now shes back and hes so...#so... as if she was just some different ancient. yanno one of those he wanted to commit genocide to n all that like fucked up #they listen to Heavy by Linkin Park together in one life time and in the other she cant sleep because she cant be sure if he wont snap-#-her neck when she closes her eyes. hell.

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transingthoseformers · 10 months

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I'm just imagining the absolute chaos of the extended family of Prime and Megatron in the divorce au trying to take a nice family picture.

Optimus is trying to be above it and trying so hard not to glare at Overlord. Ratchet freely glaring at Overlord and Megatron. Megatron glaring right back. Overlord being all smug. Damus is torn between being angry at Overlord and being the Good Child™. First Aid is trying to hide from the vicious purple ankle biter a.k.a Galvatron. Rodimus is trying to be sneaky about getting handsy with Deadlock.

Ultra Magnus is the only one taking it seriously, and he's getting divebombed by Whirl.

Look at them, a big dysfunctional (affectionate) family!

May I suggest that it's Soundwave taking the picture? Poor Mags, he's trying to keep it together. Damus, at the center of it all, this little ball of murderous intent and insecurities.

#maccadam #transformers #divorce au #divorce au anon what do you think about this?#whole lotta characters #these guys are amazing okau #one hell of a blended family #i might've imagined the picture in the order the characters were listed #why the fuck did I just imagine the theme song to that one show uhhh what was it called Modern Family? Basic ik #I haven't even seen that much of that show

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fiendtheanonymous · 6 months

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It will never not disappoint me that the one PPG/RRB scene in "The City of Clipsville" isn't talked about as often as a fascinating piece of media satirizing early internet fandom much in the same vein of episodes like "The Itchy and Scratchy and Poochy Show" from season 8 of The Simpson. It's such a smart and funny critique of the shipping culture at the time (which was and still is mostly led by preteens and teens, in comparison to the adult audience of the Simpsons fandom at the time).

I don't know, I think both the animation community and fandom historians really overlook this as a fascinating piece of animation and early online fandom history, and it's always disappointed me. The City of Clipsville is going to be 20 this month, I think it's about time somebody really went in depth and dissected it for a wider audience.

#the powerpuff girls #the rowdyruff boys #this is not me being a hater btw I was def on the PPG/RRB high school AU train as a teen #and PPG/RRB work does still hold a soft spot in my heart especially done in ways I find interesting #hell I edited for a very popular PPG fic at one point before having to drop it because my childhood dog died and I got depressed #(I still feel really bad about this)#although I more than understand why this is something many people both on the PPG creative team and fandom were frustrated with #I find the potential dynamic of the puffs and ruffs to be so interesting (particularly as found family) and have a lot of commentary on it #but yeah high school AU 73283726 that exists for shipping purpouses and is OOC is fucking annoying and I more than get it lol #and 24 years after the original RRB episode aired and 20 years after Clipsville aired I definetly see why people are fed up with the concept

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maskyartist · 1 year

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Thank you thank you THANK YOU for bringing system! Augustus into my life. That is SO real to me now I will never be the same again /pos - a fellow system <3

THERES THE REASSURANCE I NEED TO BUILD ON THIS THANK U FELLOW SYSTEM HOLDER!! :D or user idk all the terms >3> i just got bitches livin here rent free ANYWAYS

for funsies imma use ur ask to talk about the roles the different parts of Augustus's system play n sorta when they showed up :D

His system isnt TOO big. Augustus's mind sorta segmented things in a way he could understand. small numbers mean easier solutions, so his issues were cut into four equal slices essentially. Someone to handle each of the parts he couldnt deal with himself

They also dont have real names. Just titles. It keeps things tidy in Augustus's brain so he doesn't really "humanize" them as human as they are. hell he doesnt even think about em as other personalities, he just thinks people have other people in their mental worlds who take over the body when ur too out of it to do so urself

as for the system members!

The Princess: Definitely first to show up. Similar to Raz, Augustus needed a friend when he was a kid. he also needed a person who could take on his "girliness" for him so he could be a boy. This brings in our Princess, who houses all that sweet sweet childhood trauma! along with happy childhood memories :D she's got mood swings, going from merciful princess to "I will stab you with my tiara", she's a kid she's got a lot of emotions!

The Acrobat: For handling all those weird feelings in ur teen years. They're about 14, struggling with gender identity, and is Augustus's "voice" while they do side shows for money. they're around for most of the Starlight Circus, so they're in for the long haul. They hold a lot of Augustus's more emotional trauma, and is a bit of a wimp. got that awkward growth spurt hunch and tends to trail off when they speak

The Ringmaster: Augustus just got his scars and he cant handle that kind of pain and having to relearn how to see. Introducing our Ringmaster! A strong willed grown man who knows exactly how to execute a routine and expects perfection >:( A big frowner for sure, very protective of Augustus. he's his backbone basically, able to finally give Augustus ground to stand on so he can stand up for himself. he's also a fast learner, helping Augustus get used to having only one seeing eye :D

and finally we have Maligula, who handles all of Augustus's water and psychic based issues and joys. unlike Lucrecia's Maligula which is more a coping mechanism she made to defend herself, Augustus's is a fully realized...creature. not a person, but a creature who lives deep within the waters of the flooded circus and takes on all that heavy trauma of the Grulovia Dam Flooding, his failures, his biggest problems...he's sorta Augustus's main protector essentially, blocking him from doing much outside of his usual routines that ARE deemed as "safe". its why starting him on Psychic training is a bit difficult when you have a literal monster holding you back out of fear of you or your loved ones getting hurt

again this is all mostly based on my experiences and also how i internalize my own system stuff, so take all this with a grain of salt, im not an expert, yadayadayada, but i just think it's kinda neat!

plus theres no way in hell Augustus knows he has DID he thinks this is just How The Brain Works and theres like a whole team of highly trained psychologists like "No bestie this is somethin WAY different"

#masky gets the mail #Augustus's System Error AU #lets call it that for funsies #hell i might design these guys >3>#psychonauts #augustus aquato #i dont think the kids meet the other personalities too much?#augustus tends to take care of his family himself he loves em so much #but theres probably been times where Princess was the one playing with the kids for a bit #or Acrobat would listen to the olders problems and give some solid advice on teenage drama #...the Ringmaster was definitely the one who ripped Raz's pamphlet that night i just know it #augustus couldnt handle the emotional strain so he just ripped the controls outta his hands and took care of it himself #no one was too happy with him for awhile

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