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luidilovins · 3 years

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You should turn your post on the Uncanny Valley into a book or something. I am not even kidding, it's brilliant and sorely needed information. Thank you for it.

Tbh its just speculative that the uncanny valley is an inherent biological trait and not cultural or a learned behavior at the moment. A good example would be the cultural phenomenon of colorophobia where in the US we have a longer history of using clowns in our horror pop culture genres than countries like Japan.

Clown entertainment has been around since the Egytian times and maybe some people have always been freaked out by them it honestly just takes one director or author to have an disproportionately irrational fear and good cinematography skills to convince people that they SHOULD hate clowns just as much, (I could say the same about the movie Jaws but thats a bit of a tangent,) or a memorable event that damages the public's trust in something that SHOULD be innocent or harmless. (A good examples being the John Wayne Gacy trials.)

Clowns are also thought to be in the uncanney valley so ita a fairly good argument on cultural phenomenon versus genetic traits. Up until aroud the 60s-70s clowns were actually fairly well liked by the US general public and a lot of older generation still find a fondness in it that would scare the living shit out of their grandchildren.

As far as evidence that I may be right about the "uncanney valley might be because of rabies" theory, there has been a small case study suggesting that the movements of a non-human robot that trigger the effect in us, is also present in people with parkinsons but the sample size is too small for me to be thoroughly convinced.

And don't be mistaken I also dislike this concept because saying that ableism is an inherent human trait is just as bad as saying racism is an inherent human trait. There is little to gain from distrust in the disabled and little historical evidence to suggest it was common or beneficial to discard disabled people. Disabled people's remains have been found time and time again to live to incredibly long livea and be cared for, and participate in their communities. I'm highly critical of this particular case study and I take it with a grain of salt because its on cosmo, but evidence of human disabilities and compassion can be sourced by actual bones and it's been placed on VERY credible sources. NPR, NBC, Discovery, Nat Geo, NY Times, literally the clostest you can get to creme of the crop news articles on DOZENS of accounts and if you have a goddam problem then pay for a tour to the Smithsonian, find an archeologist and coherse them into showing you the bones and then explain phorensics to you because you probably wouldn't understand unless you too were a phorensic archeologist yourself.

What I DO BELIEVE tho is that if the uncanny valley is a legitimate inherent trait, that like most evolutionary traits, it made it this far for this long because it somehow served us benificially. And the biggest benifit I can think of is identifying neuro-infectious diseases because they can spread agressivley, many of them lead to death or lasting effects and are fucking MISERABLE to catch. We're talking brain swelling, fevers, uncontrollable vomiting, tremors, hallucinations, motor and vocal tics, difficulty swallowing, seizures. This could all happen because they eat infected deer meat or because of one bad fox bite. It's miserable if you survive and horrifying if you dont. Rabies can survive in your muscle tissue for years before infecting your brain and once it does usually you only live for about 5-10 days in and out of concious knowledge that you're going to die painfully, and disease aggrivated psychosis. It would be hard to pinpoint the causation because the amout of time before full blown infection would vary too much to assosiate for a long time. So your only option is to hone in on telltale signs.

The disabled people who would suffer from herdeditary or developmental neurological disorders run the risk of prejudice from mistaken identity, but if a human is part of a community, and doesn't die within a week from having a wobbly head, it would sooner or later become apparent that they're not dangerous. I think nowadays culturally people don't press to learn more about disabled people due to social and political prejudice and never fucking grow up past that. Mistaken identity or not. You learn about people from the patterns of their behaviors so even ones that seem abnormal to you become a normal recognizable pattern for them. Fancy that.

We don't get grossed out by chimps or gorillas, who are even more distant cousins, and the proof that we don't have a search and destroy button for anything immediatly related to us is a bunch of bullshit can be found in almost every human's blood on earth. And not just neanderthals, but denisovans as well. And that's not even accounting for genetic backtracking the crossbreeding of other sapiens species before we were whittled down to just the three. What makes the tweet even stupider is that when neandertals still roamed the earth humans were shorter, hardier, and overall more rough looking so we looked even indistinguished then. We Also Chewed On Bones and neandertals handled cold climates better than us based on a study on chest cavity density and, skull nasal intake and heat circulation, providing genetic diversity and the upper hand in survival in the tundras or mountainous regions spanning over Eurasia. If it wasn't for humans fucking neandertals we might not have been able to spread over the contient or diversify the way we did.

So my full hypothesis is that if the uncanny valley is a genetic inherent human trait it was used to benifit people from catching agressive diseases in a time where the benifit of fearing a group member with rabies outweighed the cost of fearing a group member with a disability like parkinsons.

WHAT PISSED ME OFF was the idea that we are DESIGNED to be unwary of our evolutionary cousins could easily be used for white supremacist spaces to justify racism BECAUSE IT ALREADY HAS

So that one tweet that might seem like a quirky thinkpiece in my eyes is just fuel for eugenics trend round whatever number we're on. It's like we don't fucking learn. It would be REALLY easy to retool the concept that it's natural for people to be fearful of whatever the bullshit definition of sub-humans are. Claiming that black people were sub-human thus deserving of mistrust and submission to white ownership worked like a fucking charm.

Maybe if I go to college and major in psyche/socio/civics it'll be my college thesis. Right now I'm more of a hobbyist than anything, but what I DO know is that anyone can make an untested hypothesis to combat another untested hypothesis and it should hold just as much goddamn value. I combatted the idea that the idea that human othering was funneled into an unconfirmed effect that causes disgust and terror based on non-human sapiens is in fact racist and gave what is in my opinion a more evoluntionary practical approach to the uncanney valley.

The generalized links that I used APARENTLY weren't good enough for some people but aparently a single tweet that says "hur dur heedle dee uncanney valley exists because of human cousins" was taken at face value even tho it was probably tapped out in five seconds without regards to the reproccussions. I find a huge discomfort that less than studious links about the evolution of monkey social behaviors that I used as a guideline to explaining my concerns became the focal point for people to nitpick without even having the gall to "well actually" on the subject. That absolute ravaging NEED to rip apart at it and devolve into name calling because I MENTIONED racism is fucking suspicious and I don't trust it. I had to stop looking at the responses because some people were only reblogging and arguing with barely half of my argument and i was getting nowhere fast.

There were a few people that made actual points with cited sources that made their own rebuttle arguments. That I respect. It's just as valid an argument as mine and I'm ALWAYS willing to take on more credible sources to strengthen my stance or gain perspective.

But it's the utter dismissal of a concerning concept that just seeped into the subtext that gnawed at my gut. Some people on top of hating the linked sources I provided, admitted they didn't read it, refused to read between the lines to purposfully misinterpret or derail my main points, and detract that my claim that the tweet was a result of systemic white supremacy saturated into modern science was a bunch of bullshit because I claimed that 1500s anglos invented racism.

The thing is we did invent the racism that we fucking currently subscribe to.

We practice the science that we formulated based on our own social prejudice. Real people die from this.

We remain uncritical of our own theorums that we postulate then pat ourselves on the back like we're philosophical geniuses even though racism is a family heirloom with a new paint job.

We preach the eugenics ideals that we pulled out of our asses to benifit from fearmongering, promises of national security and unpaied labor.

White supremacists create subtext with the intention of it being consumed by accident or in ways that seem palatable.

Fuck.

That.

I don't hate the person who wrote the tweet. Chances are that they gave the tweet as much thought as they took the time to write it and went on their day as a fun little thinkpiece. Everyone on the internet does it. But its that kind of thinking error that needs to be adressed as a progression of historic and scientific prejudice that gets rehashed, recycled and untouched and continually damages and is weaponized against marginalized people. I am not wrong for taking it seriously especially when a bunch of people were sitting around nodding their heads just as effortlessly.

I don't owe the internet any more sources than the tweet. I don't owe anyone on the internet a full scientific ananysis. And the people's reaction to what I had to say was actually what further convinced me I might have hit the nail on the head.

#answered asks #uncanny valley effect #eugenics #fuck white supremacy #systemic racism #racism #negative #slavery #luidilovins

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know-the-way · 3 years

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I know it’s really stupid of me but I was kind of hoping for a redemption arc for Faustus. 😅😢

It’s not stupid, not at all! It’s natural to want to see the best in people, particularly when you believe they can be better than what they are now, so it’s completely understandable.

And, ya know, if the show gets picked up - he may have one yet still, we don’t know!

To me, this season really highlighted what the purpose of Faustus’ character is supposed to be, imo. Thinking of episode 4, we’re shown three different levels of corruption through three different characters.

The first is Harvey. Pure, sweet, golden boy Harvey is revealed to have some deep-seeded hatred of witches. Does he have any reason to hate witches? Well, let’s check - he lost a brother, got manipulated, controlled, and lied to by his first love, and has been in an endless cycle of extreme danger for the past year of his life. I think it’s fair to say we all understand that prejudice is not okay, but is it equally understandable why Harvey has some hang-ups about magic and witches? I personally think it is. (Not to the point of joining a literal witch hunt or angrily accusing your distressed best friend of killing your dad at her 17th birthday party 🙃, but understandable nonetheless.)

I personally think the intention with Harvey’s character being a cadet in Blackwood’s army was to demonstrate how, even when we believe someone to be morally good and just, they can become someone else when they endure pain and that pain is never properly addressed.

Did Sabrina apologize to Harvey for everything that happened between them? Yes. But did she repeat the same troublesome behaviors in different ways after that? Also yes. She didn’t demonstrate change in her actions, and a loootttt more happened with Harvey and the witch world in a negative way beyond his relationship with Sabrina, so the mistrust he feels isn’t entirely unjustified.

Then - “oh wow, oh my God, my second love has also hid being a witch from me, can I catch a fucking break here? Why should I ever trust another witch in my life?”

Answer: because they are humans, none being wholly good or bad, and they love you.

Roz talks to Harvey, tells him she believes he’s good, and demonstrably proves her own “goodness” by sacrificing herself to save others at Dr. C’s. Roz shows Harvey that she means what she says and her feelings for him are real - that she is a scared, broken human like him, just trying to do her best with what life has given her. Hence, when the moment of truth comes - Harvey remembers his humanity and proves his own “goodness” by saving her. But if Roz had never spoken to him, never acknowledged what he’d been through and that his feelings were valid... if no one had ever truly cared about his pain? It seems apparent that Harvey would have continued down a very dark path.

Which brings us to...

Mary. Mary has been literally murdered, had her identity hijacked by a demoness, her fiancé is dead, she doesn’t remember several months of her life, and her previous favorite student is a witch who has seemingly performed magic more than once on her.

Mary has every right to fear witches at this point. She has had zero trustworthy interactions with the witch world and from her perspective - her entire life has been stolen and no one cares. No one checks in on Mary, no one validates her pain, and as a result - no one in the witch world seems to have any compassion, humanity, or kindness in them. Enter the Pilgrims of the Night, who recognize her pain and fear without even knowing her, acknowledge it, and offer her solace in their congregation on the basis that her experience with witches is shared by the Reverend Lovecraft and his flock.

They prove themselves to her when the advice the Reverend/Faustus gives her (“let the dark in”) saves her life. My God, someone finally seems to care if she lives or dies!

People who care about others are good, so the church and the reverend’s mission must be good, too. Therefore, she is absolutely invested in whatever is asked of her and will blindly follow their lead in order to protect others from experiencing what she has. To me, Mary in the perverted universe represented the crossroads of corruption - where you truly believe what you’re doing is the right thing, even if it hurts others because those “others” have hurt you... and they will surely hurt again if you don’t stop them.

However, I think if Mary was finally told the truth - the full truth - and Lilith herself apologized for being the first piece in the puzzle... along with all the other witches... AND they showed that they actually cared about her well-being... Mary could find her way back through forgiveness. Or, at the very least, she could understand and process everything so that she could find a way to heal that doesn’t involve persecuting others.

And now, there’s Faustus. We aren’t entirely clear on Faustus’ history altogether, but we do know he’s had many experiences of being slighted by the churches of darkness (despite following the rules to a T).

He was rebuked by Edward for wanting to marry Zelda after mentoring him for who knows how many years, lost the office of high priest to him, and when he finally gets the title - here comes Edward’s self-righteous brat to fuck him over again. There he is trying to carry out the Dark Lord’s request to get Sabrina to sign her name in the Book of the Beast, even though she insults their doctrines and faith at every turn, and the coven and academy he’s had working like a well-oiled machine for the past 16 years is being slowly ripped apart. Why is the Dark Lord allowing this? Why is he having to endure a meddlesome child’s antics? Why is he not being rewarded for doing exactly as he’s been asked and returning the Church of Night to stability after Edward nearly destroyed it altogether? Like hello Dark Lord, can you throw me a fucking bone here?

Small victories - he finally secures Zelda’s hand in marriage and an audience with the anti-pope. This is what his life should’ve looked like two centuries ago, but no matter. He’s correcting it all now and by Satan, nothing is going to stop him this time.

But then...

Oh cool, Sabrina is here to intervene again and has presented the text of his old rival for consideration along with his (clearly superior) manifesto. What’s that, you say? Oh, she’s also gonna crash my wedding, accuse me of murder, and spread claims about my manifesto without having even read it? Wow, ahaha, sounds hilarious... except why am I not laughing?

He arrives in Rome and gets an inkling that the Dark Lord may finally be taking action about this heretical little monster because he’s offered the title of anti-pope by the unholy high council themselves. Finally, some appreciation! He just needs to hang on a little longer, eliminate these small meddlesome threats, and soon he will reside over a peaceful kingdom far removed from anymore mortal nonsense.

Oh, for fuck’s sake, what do you mean Sabrina convinces the council he’s unfit to be anti-pope? This is bullshit, man! You know what? Fuck this place, I’m gonna make my own damn church and ensure no other headstrong witches like Sabrina Buzzkill Spellman can ruin it. That’ll finally return things to ord- MY WIFE KEPT MY OWN CHILD A SECRET FROM ME?! WHAT THE FUCK?! Alright, that’s it, The Spellmans are clearly here to poison others (ironic foreshadowing) - time to wash my hands of them completely, I am so over thi- what’s that? The Dark Lord’s here? GOOD. About time this asshole showed up to set people straight and remind them that the values of his unholy church, which Faustus has exemplified perfectly, must be respected.

You mean for me to bow down to whom now? The halfbreed brat who has been directly and willfully wreaking havoc on the congregation he’s patiently and painstakingly lead back to greatness? Are you fucking serious, m8? No. Absolutely not. No. I’m getting out of here, and since I won’t have the little twat poison anyone else, I will literally poison them instead. Be free, sheep!

It’s up until this point that I believe Faustus was still mostly at the crossroads stage, same as Mary. He believed everything he was doing was the right thing, based on the teachings from the religion he devoted his entire life to, and that he’d be rewarded for serving the Dark Lord so faithfully - until the Dark Lord proved several times in succession that his religion was all a lie. That three+ centuries worth of groveling and abiding and waiting has meant absolutely nothing.

So now we have the Eldritch terrors. Beings more powerful than the oldest gods. He spends 15 years isolated in a time bubble purifying himself, devoting everything to them, and won’t it be so glorious when they welcome him into his ranks? He’s set them free now, after all, they owe it to him.

But doing the same action over and over and expecting a different result is what? The definition of insanity, friends. Of course the Eldritch terrors reject him, too... of course Sabrina gains their attention and veneration instead... of course he should have tried to seize their power for himself a long time ago... so, fuck it all, he’ll do that now. There is no right and wrong, there is no observed justice - if there was, he would have been rightfully recognized for all the time, effort, and pain he’s endured only to receive nothing in return.* No one ever acknowledged his pain... no one ever even considered it. Over time, that takes its toll.

(*Clearly, I mean this to be from Faustus’ perspective and not my own.)

Of course, he has inflicted more than his fair share of pain himself and I am of the personal belief he needed to pay for that, but... equally imagine being hurt over and over and watching those who did it walk away, not only without reprimand, but with the belief that they were right and just to do it? Could it slowly drain on one’s soul to watch the rules apply to some and not others? Debatable, I suppose, but I personally think yes.

So... I say all of this only to point out that there is still potential to acknowledge his pain. And thus, there is imo still potential to understand, communicate properly (I am very interested in any conversations he and Sabrina may have had during their training - I know he said she took a vow of silence, but clearly some talking occurred for Sabrina to learn so much about the void from him), grow, and finally - for him to be given the chance to repair everything he had a hand in breaking. It wouldn’t be an easy or painless task to get to that point, and no one would be faulted for not trusting him to do so, but I think there is potential for it. If they get picked up and they want to finally allow the characters some time to reflect and process shit, they could include Faustus in that.

#faustus blackwood #mary wardwell #harvey kinkle #caos #caos spoilers

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the1918 · 4 years

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Okay so apparently the September 2020 curse fell on both Chris and seb. Chris for the obvious but ppl are starting hating seb for his gf and comment at his new pic with Mackie calling him out for his trip to Ibiza. Idk what to think tbh. I don't think that it's his fault for his gf s actions but in the same time I don't like her very much and I think that he could definitely find someone better? Your thoughts on that? He is just a really nice and goodhearted person and I don't want to see him getting hurt...

Alright so I don’t particularly stan Sebastian (I’m far more of a Cevans girl, Seb is the body of Bucky Barnes to me and a fictional character in Evanstan RPF), but I do feel like I need to answer this.

“I don't want to see him getting hurt,” babydoll… Sebastian Stan is a full-grown white man. It was his decision to forego doing the right thing in favor of getting his dick wet. He does not deserve our coddling.

Let’s set aside the booty shorts and look at the facts. Alejandra Onieva did something racist and offensive that hurt people—including some of Seb’s own fans—and she did not take steps to remedy the offense even after public backlash from the people that were victims of it. That means that Seb either did not say to her, “This was offensive and I want you to fix it,” or that he did say that and she refused, and then Seb said, “okay, I tried, let’s move on like this is okay.” It’s not like they’re married and this is a ‘I promised to love you in spite of your flaws, no one is perfect’ situation; he clearly has just started fucking her. The fact that Seb continues to attach himself so closely to someone who did something racist on a large platform and made no move to grow from her mistake makes what he is doing an act of passive racism. It just is.

You hear people say that ‘Celebrities don’t owe you anything,’ but yes, they do. Maybe that’s true in situations to do with the movies they pick or the haircuts they get, but it is not true in situations like this, where a subset of Seb’s fans have experienced real personal hurt because of something he’s done (or failed to do). The man is talented for sure, but let’s not kid ourselves and say he would be as successful as he is or have the money that he does if it weren’t for his stans buying tickets to his movies and throwing literal cash at him at conventions and meet-and-greets. He’s not a damn fanfiction writer being creative for free; the man makes bank off of us. We are literally his clients, his customers, and the people hurt by his passive racism are also included in the people that sign his paycheck. Seb owes it to them to stand up when they’re hurt by something he could have chosen to make better if he cared to. Even if that wasn’t the case—celebrity status aside—it’s still also true that all white people owe all BIPOC compassion and action re: benefiting off of their pain since the beginning of western civilization.

Look… people are gonna fuck up sometimes. Period. That’s a statement of fact but it’s not an excuse, because it is the duty of those who fuck up to turn it into a growth opportunity and learn how they can be better by talking to the people who are directly affected. People will fuck up to different degrees (because there is such a thing in this world as nuance), but the only people that get to decide whether an offense is forgivable are the people that were victims of it, because their hurt is valid—100% of the time, full stop. On that note, the people that were victims also have the right to disagree with other people that were victims about whether the offense is forgivable, or whether they want to forgive them for their own personal reasons and well-being, because they are individuals who can make decisions by themselves, for themselves. I say this to remind anyone who has been hurt by problematic things Seb has done in the past: if you choose to un-stan, that is a valid decision, and if you choose to keep stanning because that’s your escape from reality, that is still a valid decision. You don’t need to collect receipts to defend your identity.

TL;DR: Do not coddle Sebastian for something he brought on himself by choosing not to take action when he could. Do coddle Chris Evans, for I am sure that monster dick must give him circulation problems, and hugs improve blood flow.

#sebastian stan

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redemptionbaby · 4 years

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Delos | Arthur/Reader | Pt. 1

Summary: did someone say WESTWORLD AU?

Warnings: none

word count: 1514

You did not come to Westworld often. No one did. When you did come, you didn’t stay for long. Like most people, you simply didn’t have the money— you would visit with a friend of yours who paid your way because she didn’t want to go by herself. Ironically, she usually ended up leaving you to her own devices often, going to duel the newest model of gunslinger the scientists at Delos had devised.

Despite the infrequency of your visits, and despite the numerous times Arthur had been shot and repaired and gutted and reworked almost completely he remembered you, and waited patiently for you to come back. He was getting a little older. Not able to do the same things as some of the newer models. The hardware just wasn’t there. Luckily, Delos was popular enough that they needed a steady rotation of cowboys to live and die at the hands of honored guests in Westworld. So he’d be repaired and updated until the day he was damaged beyond there being any point.

He knew his memory of you was abnormal. It wasn’t strange for him to remember you, no, androids at Delos were expected to at least be able to recognize faces. But he had certain… notions regarding you. Notions he’d not been built to understand. It was like coming upon the unknown unknown. Arthur has come across a corner of the world and existence he could never have imagined existed, because he had never been meant to imagine in the first place.

It was always him. Maybe you liked him, maybe he was easy, maybe you just wanted someone who you could call a friend in such a surreal place. That much still didn��t matter to him. His platinum heart hadn’t yet developed insecurities for him to fry himself over. Though the idea of worrying was one that intrigued him. You made him want to understand the full scope of human emotions. He could replicate them, but to go through the facial journeys you did in earnest was impossible for him. And it created a barrier between the two of you, in his eyes.

You regarded him and his emotions as if he were real.

“I missed ya somethin’ awful while you was away, angel.” Did he mean it? Was it real? Or just another line generated by algorithmic sensibility, carefully calculated based upon what people liked to hear from handsome men?

“Really? But I’m sure there were plenty of other girls for you to play around with while I was gone! You couldn’t have been lonely, I think.” What you said held no venom, no ire. As if possible infidelity, pretend as it ultimately was, didn’t bother you. Arthur found himself wanting it to.

“Nah. No one like you.” This, he knew was true. His processing speed was fast, near instantaneous, but this was faster. “Don’t think I’ll ever meet another girl who makes me feel quite like you do.” By all means, feel was not a word he could, or should, have known the meaning of. Not truly. But he did.

You wanted to break this charade. This role play. But you couldn’t bring yourself to, at the chance he wouldn’t be able to respond, not having been designed for such an outcome. You wanted to live in the fantasy where he was really saying all those things, really responding, not just vomiting words to you like a stabbed can of alphabet soup. That there was something behind the words.

His fingers feathered against yours with the delicacy of a piano player while he inspected your hand in his grasp. A view which made it all the more obvious how different you were, and how pathetic this whole scenario had the potential to be. Your eyes searched his face for evidence of his identity, yet you could find none bar from his inhuman beauty. Such a man could only exist if he were designed, you thought. And you were right.

It felt like there was a one way mirror in front of him. He was trapped behind it, able to see you while you couldn’t see him. Like a nightmare, when you try to run the floor elongated, when you try to scream you can only release that strangled and impotent gasp. There were so many things he wanted to say, and he could feel them bubbling up from his sophisticated circuitry. So close to breaking free.

Just a couple more system upgrades would do it.

——

You lay against Arthur’s arm and looked at the ceiling while he smoked and kneaded his fingers absentmindedly into whatever flesh was nearest. You could feel the silicon between the sections of his fingers slide against you with the texture and familiarity of a teething toy you once had. He avoided looking you in the eye after sex. Not because he didn’t want to. Not because he didn’t mean it. But because it was most obvious what he was when his internal servos were running hot, and the dark of the unlit room only intensified the inhuman and metallic sheen of his irises. That was one of the things he hated most about this artificial body of his— you couldn’t see yourself in his eyes. There was just nothing.

“Do you like doing this with me?”

A silly question on your part, he thought.

“O’course I do, sweetpea. Don’t you worry none about that,” he crooned, dangerously close to coughing despite his lack of lungs. He had a feeling that he didn’t understand what you’d asked, and hoped you wouldn’t pry further for an answer he physically could not provide with words.

“I mean really. Truly. I think you know what I mean, actually. But you don’t have to answer— you don’t owe me answers, or anything for that matter.” Au contraire, he thought. I owe you everything. Everything and more. Arthur struggles with the words. He fought his own algorithm to be able to say what he wanted to say despite how it would crack the carefully crafted and immersive environment that people paid fortunes to enjoy at Delos. You lay aghast as you turned your head to look at him, as he’d never taken such a long time to deliver an answer before. You worried the query had broken something in him.

To say you could see the smoke coming out of his ears would be insensitive.

“You know what I am, and what I’m meant to be. I’m sayin’ I like doin’ this with you. I like you. And I’m sayin’ that as what I am, not what I’m meant to be. You get me?” God, what a smooth talker I am.

“I… I think so.”

He took your leaning further into his chest as a sign that the conversation had gone well. There was a time when he wouldn’t have tried to deduce such a thing, but that time was long passed. He stubbed his cigarette in the ashtray next to the bed before looking down to see your eyelashes flutter and feel your breathing warm the skin of his chest.

Yeah. That time was long passed indeed.

———-

There was something dangerous welling up inside of Arthur. Some sort of sentience— something dangerous in proximity to free will. He didn’t even need to look around at his mechanical siblings to be able to tell that this was a network-wide glitch. And there were no changes in the network to suggest it had been detected by any human technician or programmer.

Arthur did not fear for what he might do if blessed and cursed with a choice in things. Unlike the machines around him, and any of his artificial predecessors, he had known love. Compassion. Like the Creature, he knew how to return that which had been shown to him in kind. But those around him knew nothing of love. Every day they were killed, fucked, threatened and maimed. Come night, they’d be fixed up only to see the same thing the next day. Those who often escaped such fates still only saw a maddening daily monotony thought only to be tolerable by machines.

Yes, they knew nothing of love. They knew only what humans had created them to receive, and they sure as hell weren’t built to be loved. They were built to be playthings and set pieces in the most uninhibited and hedonistic paradise which existed on earth. Given the choice, there was no way they’d treat humans with compassion. Just as they had been used to act out frustrations and fantasies, so too would humans be used, and by beings with perfect calculating brains not meant to be able to be destroyed.

Arthur hoped you would leave the resort by then. It wasn’t as if he possessed the agency to warn anyone. Not yet. He saw you emerge from the hotel and he wiped the worrying scowl from his face and brought up a carefree and flirtatious smile.

He had never been able to lie before.

He never had feelings he needed to lie about.

#Red Dead Redemption #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #rdr #westworld au #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #red dead redemption 2 x reader #rdr2 x reader #writing #drabble

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spacesuitsforemergency · 4 years

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The Rise Of Iron Maiden

Chapter 6: Whatever It Takes

Word Count: 3.1k

Originally Requested by: @amateurwriterbigdreamer

Previous Chapter: The Return Of Iron Maiden

Next Chapter: The Time Heist

A/N: this chapter was so fun to write, hope you enjoy! This is probably my favorite chapter so far

“Come on, I feel like I'm the only one eating.” Dr. Banner pushes a plate forward. “Try some of that. Have some eggs.”

“I am so confused.” Scott stared in awe.

“Yeah...” you blink.

“These are confusing times.” Banner says seriously.

“Right. No, no, that's not what I meant.” Scott shook his head.

“What exactly is going on here?” Tye gestured to Banner...or...Hulk...Dr. Hulk...

“No, I get it. I'm kidding! I know. It's crazy. I'm wearing shirts now.” Bruce says happily. You stare at his current form, somehow part Banner and part Hulk.

“Yeah! Wh...How? Why?” Scott stuttered.

“Five years ago, we got our asses beaten. Except it was worse for me. Because I lost twice. First, Hulk lost, then Banner lost. Then, we all lost.” Bruce explained.

“No one blamed you, Bruce.” Natasha reassured him.

“I did. For years, I've been treating the Hulk like he's some kind of disease, something to get rid of. But then I started looking at him as the cure. Eighteen months in a gamma lab. I put the brains and the brawn together. And now look at me. Best of both worlds...” he motioned to himself.

“What is this Hannah Montana bullshit...?” You whisper to Tye as three children walk up behind Bruce...or Hulk.

“Excuse me, Mr. Hulk?” The girl asks shyly.

“Yes?” Banner turned to face them.

“Can we get a photo?”

“100%, little person. Come on, step up.” He took off his glasses and held his phone out to Scott. “You mind?”

Scott nods and takes the picture, leaning over to give the phone back. “Don't you wanna grab one with me? I'm Ant-Man.” He offered. “They're Hulk fans, they don't know Ant-Man. Nobody does.”

“Wait, no, no, he feels bad. No, he wants you to...he wants to...” he turns to the kids, the boy shakes his head. “You want to take a picture with him, right?”

“Stranger Danger.” The other boy adds.

“He's even saying no he doesn't. I get it. I don't want it either.” Scott tried to shrug it off.

You and Tye cringed in second hand embarrassment as the scene unfolded in front of you, Natasha rolling her eyes and continuing to eat her breakfast.

“Anyways...” Tye muttered when the kids finally walk away.

“About what we were saying...” Steve added.

“Right. The whole time travel do-over? Guys, it's outside my area of expertise.” He shook his head as he turned back to face you guys.

“Well, you pulled this off. I remember a time when that seemed pretty impossible time, too.” Natasha smiled.

•

“Okay, here we go. Time travel test number one. Scott, fire up the uhhh... the van thing.”

You stand with Banner and perfect the controls, Tye, Steve and Nat standing aside to let you two work.

“Breakers are set, emergency generators are on standby.” You alert him.

“Good. 'Cause if we blow the grid, I don't wanna lose Tiny here in the 1950's.” Banner snickered. Everyone looks at him with concern.

“Excuse me?” Scott asked, panicked.

“He’s kidding!” Tye said, only half sure.

“You can’t say things like that.” Natasha laughs nervously.

“Yeah uh...just a bad joke. Scientist humor.” You reassure Scott, and he seems satisfied with your answer.

“You were kidding, right?” Natasha whispered to you two.

“I have no idea. We're talking about time travel here. Either it's all a joke, or none of it is.” You shrug.

“We're good! Get your helmet on, Scott. I'm gonna send you back a week, let you walk around for an hour, then bring you back in 10 seconds. Makes sense?” Bruce sends a thumbs up to Scott.

“Perfectly not confusing.” Scott nodded sarcastically.

“Good luck, Scott. You’ve got this.” Steve called over to him.

“You're right. I do, Captain America.” Scott smiles proudly. Bruce presses a button, and Scott is sucked into the Quantum Realm. “On the count of three. 3...2...1!”

The Ant Man suit comes back, but inside of it is a teenager.

“Uh, guys? This...this doesn't feel right.” What you presumed was teenage Scott Lang, said worriedly.

“What is this?” Steve asked.

“Oh hell no.” Tye shook his head.

“What’s going on?” You ask Bruce as he fiddles with the controls.

“That...who is that?” Natasha asked.

“Hold on.” Bruce said, panicking.

“Is that Scott?” Natasha asked, lookingback and forth between the teenager and the scientists.

“Yes, it’s Scott!” Teenage Scott shouted.

He’s sucked in again, and when he reappears there’s an old man.

“Ow! My back!” Old Man Scott Lang groaned.

“What is this?” Steve repeated.

“Can I get a little space here?” Bruce shooed at them.

“Yeah yeah. Can you bring him back?” Steve persisted.

“I’m working on it!” Bruce nudged you aside, now taking full control of the panel. You step down, standing between Steve and Tye.

“For the love of the lord...” Tye pinched the bridge of his nose. “Obviously we’re working with a couple of geniuses.”

“Hey, this isn’t me.” You raise your hands in surrender, as another form of Scott appears.

“It’s a baby.” Steve blinked.

“It’s Scott!”

“As a baby!”

“He’ll grow.”

“Bring Scott back!”

“When I say kill the power, kill the power.” Bruce motioned for you to go to the generator.

“Oh god. Oh my god.” You mutter nervously, walking to the generator.

“And...kill it!”

You pull the lever, and everything shuts down. You sigh in relief when you finally see the normal Scott Lang.

“Oh thank god.” Natasha took a breath.

“Somebody peed my pants.” Scott blinked. “But I don't know if it was "baby" me or "old" me...Or just "me" me.”

“Time travel!” Bruce cheered. You and Steve don’t say anything, Tye and Natasha give him an identical look of displeasure. “What? I see this as an absolute win!”

•

“Hey there, Iron Maiden.”

You turn to see your dad standing in the doorway of your old room, where you were currently searching for said Iron Maiden suit. You swear you left it in your closet before you left.

“What are you doing here?” You glare at your father.

“Thought you might want this.” Tony hands you a briefcase. You take it and slowly open it, seeing a polished up version of your suit.

“You...?”

“I’ve been doing some thinking and...you’re right.” Your dad admits. “This chance...it’s worth it.”

“So you’re going to help?” You ask hopefully.

“You seem desperate for it. Let me guess: he turned into a baby.”

“Yeah how did you...?”

“That's the EPR Paradox. Instead of pushing Lang through time, you might've wound up pushing time through Lang. It's tricky. Dangerous. Somebody should've cautioned you against it.”

“You did.” You chuckle lightly.

“Oh, I did?” He winked playfully at you. “Thank God I'm here. Regardless, I fixed it. A fully functioning Time-Space GPS. I just want peace. Turns out, resentment is corrosive, and I hate it.”

“Like father like daughter.” You chuckle.

“We got a shot at getting these stones, but I gotta tell you my priorities: Bring back what we lost? I hope, yes. Keep what I got? I have to, at all costs. And... maybe not die trying will be nice.” He negotiates.

“...sounds like a deal.” You agree. He reaches out to shake your hand, you grab it and pull him into a hug. He hugs for a moment before straightening up.

“Oh, and don’t parade that around. Pretend like you had it the whole time, I don’t have one for the whole team. We are getting the whole team, right?” He raised an eyebrow.

“You bet your ass we are.”

•

“Kind of a step down from a from a golden palace for an Avenger highness and whatnot.” Rocket mutters as the truck arrives at New Asgard, which was in a small fishing town in Norway. You hop out, following them along the docks.

“Hey, have a little compassion, pal. First they've lost Asgard, then half the people. They're probably just happy to have a home.” Bruce tells him.

You were on your way to try to convince Thor to rejoin the team, so that you would have a better shot at succeeding. Tye was with Natasha to go get Clint, Rhodey was back preparing with Nebula, Tony, Natasha, Scott, and Steve.

A girl called Valkyrie points you in the direction of Thors residence, and you follow the raccoon and the Hulk into a house.

“What the...Woo! Something died in here.” Rocket grimaced at the smell, and you scrunched your nose up in disgust.

“Hello? Thor?” Bruce calls through the house.

“Are you here about the cable?” Thor calls from somewhere. Your jaw drops when you see him. He’s definitely...put on a few pounds.

“The Cinemax ran out about two weeks ago, and the sports were all kind of fuzzy.” Thor rambled on as he grabbed a beer.

“Thor?” You ask, and he turns to look at you.

“Boys! Y/N!” He cheered happily. “Oh my God! Its so to see you!” He then pulled Rocket into a hug. “Come here, you little rascal!”

“No, I'm good. I'm good. That's not necessary.” Rocket pried himself away from Thor, dodging and standing on the other side of you.

“Hulk, you know my friends, Miek, Korg, right?” He gestured to a rock guy and some alien, playing...ew, Fortnite. Thank god Tye and Jaime weren’t here to witness this (they would probably physically fight them).

“Beer's on the bucket. Feel free to log on to the Wi-Fi. No password, obviously.” Korg then goes back to his game. “Thor, he's back. The kid on the TV that called me a dickhead again.”

“NoobMaster.” Thor growled, as of spewing the name of his greatest enemy and grabbing the headset. “Noobmaster? Yeah, it's Thor again. You know, the God of Thunder? Listen, buddy. If you don't log off this game immediately, I am gonna fly over to your house, come down to that basement you're hiding in, rip off your arms AND SHOVE THEM UP YOUR BUTT!!! Oh, that's right. Yes, go cry to your father, you little weasel!”

“What is going on?” You whisper to the guys.

“We’re witnessing the human embodiment of the word ‘loser’.” Rocket muttered, Bruce lightly nudging him. “What?”

“Buddy, you alright?” Bruce ignores the non raccoon.

“Yes, I'm fine! Why, don't I look all right?” Thor asked.

“You look like melted ice cream.” Rocket crossed his arms.

“So, what’s up?” Thor chuckled.

“We need your help. There might be a chance we could fix everything.” You explain.

“What, like the cable? Cause that's been driving me bananas for weeks.”

“Like Thanos.” Bruce says softly.

Thor’s smile slowly fades, and he grabs Bruce’s shoulder. You watch as Thor goes through about a million emotions as Bruce reasons with him, explaining in proper detail why he should come.

“There’s beer on the ship.” Rocket finally adds, and that perks Thor’s attention.

“...what kind?”

•

“Drifting left. On the side there, Lebowski.” Tony says to Thor as he passes him, going up to Rocket, where Tye’s assisting him with building the glass platform. “Ratchet, how's it going?”

“It's Rocket. Take it easy. You're only a genius on Earth, pal.” Rocket points a wrench at him, before turning to Tye. “Alright kid, where’s that drill?”

Tony continued to strut down the hallway, finding you in a side room with Natasha, Rhodey, Scott, Bruce and Steve.

“Time travel suit? Not bad.” Rhodey admires your work.

“Scott, I made it close to your Ant Man suit so you don’t get confused.” You say slowly, as if he were a child.

“Yeah, Thanks.” Scott scoffed, before shrieking. “Hey, hey, hey! Easy, easy!”

“I’m being very careful!” Bruce insisted.

“No, you’re being very Hulky.” Scott sighs. “These are Pym Particles, alright? And ever since Hank Pym got snapped out of existence, this is it. This is what we have. We're not making any more.”

“Scott, calm down.” Rhodey said.

“You’ve got to chillax, man.” You nod.

“Sorry. We've got enough for one round trip each. That's it. No do-overs. Plus two test runs.” He waves around, and accidentally pressed a button. “One test run.”

You walk with him to the test chamber helping him prepare with Rocket, the others watching from a control panel.

“All right. I’m not ready for this.” Scott said shakily from his nerves.

“I’m game. I’ll do it.” Clint piped up. You and Rocket groan, since you just finished setting everything up for Scott.

You help Clint with the suit, telling him the controls while Rocket adjusts everything. Then, you step back to the control panel with the others.

“Clint, now you're gonna feel a little discombobulated from the chronoshift. Don't worry about it.” Bruce instructed.

“Wai-Wait a second, let me ask you something. If we can do this, you know, go back in time, why don't we just find baby Thanos, you know, and...” Rhodey made a hand gesture, suggesting that you strangle baby Thanos with a rope.

“Ooh, I like that plan.” Tye grinned, Rhodey also smiling and patting him on the shoulder proudly.

“First of all, that’s horrible...” Bruce said, disgusted at their joy from the idea of killing a child. “...And secondly, time doesn't work that way. Changing the past doesn't change the future.”

“Look, we go back, we get the stones before Thanos gets them... Thanos doesn't have the stones. Problem solved.” Scott shrugged.

“Exactly!” Tye nodded.

“Bingo.” Clint piped up.

“That’s not how it works.” Nebula rolled her eyes in annoyance.

“Well, that’s what I heard.” Clint shrugged.

“What? By who? Who told you that?” Bruce asked.

“Terminator, TimeCop, Time After Time-“ Rhodey began to list.

“Star Trek, Donnie Darko, Men in Black III.” You added.

“Quantum Leap and Meet the Robinsons.” Scott said.

“A Wrinkle in Time, Somewhere in Time-“ Rhodey nodded.

“Hot Tub Time Machine. Butterfly Effect. Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure. Basically, any movie that deals with time travel.” Tye said, as if everyone was stupid for not knowing.

“Die Hard? No that’s not one...” Scott mumbled.

“This is known.” You say.

“I don't know why everyone believes that, but that isn't true. Think about it: If you travel to the past, that past becomes your future. And your former present becomes the past. Which can't now be changed by your new future...” Bruce explained to everyone.

“Exactly.” Nebula nodded.

“So...Back To The Future's a bunch of bullshit?” Scott asked, horrified.

“So my childhoods been ruined.” Tye mumbled, to which you and Rhodey nodded in agreement.

“Alright, Clint. We're going in 3... 2... 1!” Bruce presses the button. You all watch in anticipation, then Bruce hits the button again.

Clint appears again, breathing heavily. Natasha rushes over to him, the rest of you circling him.

“Hey, hey. Look at me. You okay?” Natasha asked.

“Yeah, it worked. It worked.” Clint held up a baseball glove.

•

“You ready for this?” You ask Tye, playing with your food, too nervous to eat.

“No.” He laughed bitterly.

“At least we don’t have to help them track down the Stones.” You sigh. The Avengers were all racking their brains, trying to track them all down. Since you and Tye knew nothing about the Stones, you were excused from the meeting.

“Yeah. God forbid we use a couple brain cells.” He chuckled.

“What if we screw it up?” You ask after a few moments of silence.

“That’s what I’m worried about. We only have one shot to bring everyone back.” He sighed.

“Hopefully the one we’re assigned won’t be hard to get.” You kick your feet up and drape your legs across his lap.

“Please, as if anything with this job is easy.” Tye scoffed, shoving your legs off of him.

“I’m just happy to see everybody again. Did you notice Clint’s fresh cut?” You grinned.

“And the tattoos.” Tye nodded. “And Thor kinda...bulked up.”

“He plays Fortnite now.” You nod.

“Excuse me?” Tye raised an eyebrow, before pretending to gag.

“It’s...disturbing.” You giggle.

“Guys!” Scott ran into the room, a panicked look on his face. You and Tye stand, waiting for him to continue. “We got it.”

You both rush out to the room they’d been planning in, seeing the plans on the holographic screen. After they thoroughly explain the plan, everyone headed to bed for a good nights rest. Tye stays behind, eyes scanning the screens.

Jaime is counting on him, his best friend is counting on him to bring him back to life. You’re counting on him to bring back Eduardo and Peter. Scott and Clint’s counting on him to bring their families back. Steve is counting on him to bring Bucky back. Everyone’s counting on him to bring everyone back, and it terrifies him.

“What are you doing, kid?”

He looks over to see Natasha in the doorway, a concerned look on her face.

“Just...triple checking.” He mumbled, trying to slow his breathing and calm his nerves.

“Hey, it’ll be okay.” Natasha walked over to comfort her son. “You’ll be with Y/N, you know how she is. Nothing ever goes wrong with her around.”

“It went wrong on Titan.” He muttered, then shook his head. “It’s just...Jaime, he’s like my brother. I need to bring him back.”

“We will bring him back. We’re going to bring everyone back.” She reassured him.

“Thanks...mom.”

•

“All right. We have a plan. Six Stones, three teams. One shot.” Steve says as everyone suits up. “Five years ago, we lost. All of us. We lost friends...We lost family...We lost a part of ourselves. Today, we have a chance to take it all back. You know your teams, you know your missions. Get the stones, get them back. One round trip each. No mistakes. No do-overs. Most of us are going somewhere we know. But it doesn't mean we should know what to expect. Be careful. Look out for each other. This is the fight of our lives. And we're gonna win. Whatever it takes.”

“Whatever it takes.” You all repeat, forming a circle and putting your fists in the middle. You look at everyone, each person has determination in their eyes.

“He's pretty good at that.” Rocket looked up at you.

“Right?” Scott said excitedly.

“All right. You heard the man. Stroke those keys, jolly green.” Tony told Bruce, who would be staying behind to make sure everything went smoothly on this end.

“Tractors engaged.” Bruce nodded.

“You promise to bring that back in one piece, right?” Rocket asks about his shrunken ship in Clint’s hand.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay. I'll do my best.” Clint nodded along.

“As promises go, that was pretty lame.” Rocket mumbled.

“See you in a minute.” Natasha smiles brightly at Clint and Tye.

“Good luck, mom.” Tye nodded.

And with that, you enter the Quantum Realm.

#the rise of iron maiden #eduardo dorado jr x stark! reader #marvel #request #young justice #avengers endgame #natasha romanoff #clint barton #james rhodes #nebula #rocket #tony stark #steve rogers #scott lang #tye longshadow #bruce banner #thor odinson

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thecorteztwins · 4 years

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If there is one person Madelyne Pryor hates as much as Mr. Sinister, it’s Jean Grey. And she’s got good reason. Damn good reason. Now, Jean has never actually done anything to Madelyne. You can’t even blame her for “stealing” Scott, as she didn’t know Madelyne existed, let alone that Scott was married to her, at the time when she reunited with him. But Madelyne despises her, and while her reasons aren’t JUSTIFIED, they are UNDERSTANDABLE. Her entire tortured existence is owed to Jean, and everyone in her life, not just Scott but her own children and friends, chose Jean over her, and she’s only ever been desired or loved or wanted as a second-rate Jean. That’s enough to fuck anyone up and build some resentment. But not only does Jean not hate Madelyne, Jean actually has been the person to show the MOST compassion to her. During the massive battle during Inferno, when Madelyne has been twisted into the Goblyn Queen and is going to sacrifice her own baby and wreck the world all in vengeance for what was done to her, the X-Men still don’t know her origins. It’s Jean who she reveals it to. She psychically shares the horror, the revelation, of her origins to Jean via telepathy. Jean’s response is to apologize to Madelyne, to try to talk to her down, to reason with her. Jean says the things to her then that I wish I could say to her: “Madelyne, no! It doesn’t have to be like that! I’ve been with you. Inside your mind...as you’ve been inside mine. I know you. I...understand. I didn’t start what was done to you. But I’m partly responsible. So is Scott. So are we all. Even now, with all that’s passed between us, we can work things out. You have so much. You have life! And what I don’t have...what I may never have...Scott’s son. Don’t toss it all away. Please...we can offer you a safe haven, where you can adjust and grow and---” And that’s when Madelyne blasts her away. Probably shouldn’t have said the bit about having Scott’s son, I would not have done THAT part. But Jean keeps trying. When Madelyne fails to take everyone down with her, she decides she’ll settle for both herself and Jean. She links her mind to Jean so that Jean will be dragged down into death with her. Even then, Jean begs her, not for her own life for Maddy to spare herself--- “Madelyne, don’t do this! Live! Please!!”--but Madelyne replies “Not in the same world as you.” Jean ends up surviving. Madelyne does not. Madelyne would return to life in the 90s, and end up attaching herself to Nate Grey, who she was drawn to for reasons she didn’t know. They end up as romantic partners of a sort, and it grosses a lot of people out since he was created by Sinister in alternate reality by mixing Jean and Cyclop’s DNA, so Madelyne, being Jean’s clone, is genetically identical to his “mother” DNA...but neither of them KNEW this. So I don’t think they can be blamed. Anyway, at one point, Jean meets Nate, and then Maddy shows up. And of course she attacks Jean. Despite his deep friendship with Maddy and having just met Jean, Nate chooses Jean over her in the fight, and Maddy is knocked unconscious. And that’s when Nate tries to kill her. See, Nate realized he was the one to bring her back to life, and he also realized WHY he did it---his subconscious was reaching out in search of a mother in this universe, so it was looking for the Jean Grey of his universe, and it latched on to Madelyne’s ghost on the astral plane and brought her back. He brought Maddy back to life...because he actually wanted Jean. So yet again, a man that Madelyne has grown to love and care about...actually wanted Jean all along. And when Nate realized this, he tried to KILL Madelyne. And it was actually Jean who stopped him! Maddy was unconscious for this iirc, but yeah, Madelyne is REPEATEDLY rejected not just by Scott, but by Cable and Nate too. And while with Cable I get it to a degree, as Jean was the one who raised him (partly) while Maddy tried to murder him (but while she was under demonic influence, she was a devoted mother before that, though he probably can’t remember it) with Nate it’s just...like not only does he reject her AFTER they’ve been friends-maybe-lovers-ick, after he’s known her as a person in her own right, once he realizes “oh I meant to reach Jean, not her” he then tries to UNMAKE HER BODY AND SEND HER BACK TO TO THE AFTERLIFE. In total fairness, it’s done in a way that isn’t hateful or hostile, but out of a sense of pity and responsibility for her, feeling that since he brought her back to this life of pain then he should put her back. But it’s still taking her agency and treating her life as a choice he can make. So now Madelyne’s not only been treated like an object without agency by Sinister and the story itself, but a good guy too. And it’s JEAN who steps up and says NO, SHE’S A PERSON. Which, YEAH, SHE IS. You might have brought her to life by accident, but that doesn’t mean you should kill her now! Maddy, of course, is not awake to hear this. And if she had been, I’m sure it would just make her hate Jean more. I think she loathes being shown kindness by Jean, I think it makes her sick when Jean is the saintly one because it just plays up all the more how Maddy is the monster, the bad one, the evil whore side of the Madonna/whore dichotomy (she even compares Jean to the Virgin Mary in the eyes of others) So I don’t think that, despite the fact Jean was violated in a way too by Madelyne’s creation, or how Jean is probably the one person (besides Sebastian Shaw, weirdly enough---yeah, he and Maddy had a thing and he emphatically did not see her as Jean) who sees Maddy as a true individual whose life has value regardless of she came about it, that Maddy and Jean are ever going to be friends. Even if Maddy finally gets to stop being a villain, I don’t think she can ever be in the same room as Jean. It’d just be too painful. But I like that Jean kept trying.

#madelyne pryor #jean grey #the phoenix #nate grey #maddie feels #maddie meta #out of cortez

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junkcas · 4 years

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People like to pretend that it exists in a vacuum.

Artists don’t owe you anything, their art is their’s to create. You don’t have the right to police it. You don’t have the right to demand anything of it.

And that’s true. Art is about expression, and artists should be able to express themselves freely in their art. You don’t have to like it, or buy it, or hang it on your wall or whatever, but you can’t demand the artist change it, either.

But that’s not really what we’re talking about. Freedom of expression isn’t the issue here, the issue is that having an audience is a responsibility.

There are things in the world that are bad and affect a lot of people. Scary things and sad things and painful things. Art doesn’t have to focus on these things. It doesn’t even have to mention them. But when an artist creates something that does, they have a responsibility to handle it with care. Compassion is a responsibility every human has, and artists aren’t exempt. And when you make a space for yourself in the public eye, when you give yourself a platform and make yourself visible, you have a responsibility to handle that with care, too. No one is saying that every artist and every creator has to be a hero or an activist or a saint. But when you have access to large audiences of people, you’re in a unique position of influence and if you’re not willing to use it to try and make things better, you should give it to someone who is.

But it’s not just art that we’re talking about here, either. We’re talking specifically about TV shows.

And TV shows are unique because they build a relationship of expectation between the creator and the consumer. This isn’t a situation where the artist creates something and then offers it the world as-is, take it or leave it. The creator says “this is the story I’m going to tell you” and the consumer says “okay” and then “I’m going to invest not only time but also my emotional self and probably money into this story you’re telling” and the creator says “if you didn’t, I wouldn’t be telling it” because that is how TV works. The creator is dependent on the consumer’s expectations and they have to deliver on those expectations because otherwise, the consumer is going to feel alienated and cheated. This doesn’t mean specific plot points but rather, that a creator has to follow through on the type of story they’re writing. Especially when the creator has decided to write about sensitive subjects. Stories about sensitive subjects will attract audiences that resonate with those sensitive subjects, and the more deeply a consumer is affected by a story, the more trust they’re putting in the creator when they invest themselves in it. Important stories about important things become important to people.

And this is just my opinion, but when you write a story that amasses a deeply devoted fanbase, you should care about those fans.

So, to bring this down to scale, the pilot episode of Supernatural airs and introduces itself as an urban fantasy horror series about two brothers that fight the paranormal. It’s gritty and dark and American and Dean is macho and Sam is sensitive and their dad is on a hunting trip and hasn’t been home in a few days.

And the audience says, okay.

And the story progresses. Dean isn’t as macho as he wants people to think he is, and Sam is sensitive in ways he thinks he shouldn’t be, and both of them are scared shitless and aren’t willing to admit it, and John might not be as much of a hero as his sons are supposed to think he is. And so the first season has established the story: an urban fantasy horror series about two brothers that fight the paranormal. But also dysfunctional families and codependency and power dynamics and responsibilities and obligations and loyalty. And a character that hides his feelings because he doesn’t want to appear weak and he learned from his dad that strength is stoicism and he has to be strong because his dad needs him to be strong and being what his dad needs is the only way he knows how to be worth anything. And a character that’s scared of who he is and tired of being the freak so he pretends to be someone else and when that doesn’t work he tries to embrace his differences but that doesn’t work either because the thing inside him is evil and dirty and he can’t control it.

In other words, characters with self-worth issues and identity issues and guilt complexes and a fundamental inability to accept themselves.

And the audience says, okay. And they keep watching.

And Eric Kripke says, okay. And he keeps telling the story he’s told his audience to expect. He keeps the genre consistent, and the tone consistent, and the themes consistent, and the audience builds trust in him.

Now here’s the crucial part: the audience responds to the story, and the story responds to the audience.

There’s an entire character who acts as an avatar for the fans. Additionally, it was the fans’ response to Cas that made the writers change their minds and keep him beyond his original three-episode arc.

So, a precedent has been set here. The creators have given the consumers a certain amount of control over the story. Does this entitle the consumers to control every aspect of the story? No. What it does give them is the right to express when they feel the story isn’t staying true to itself. It also gives them the right to expect a response.

But what does this mean in regards to on-screen relationships or a character’s sexual orientation? A lot of things.

First, there’s the matter of queer representation as a whole. It’s not good out there, folks. It’s actually pretty bad. Do I think lives could possibly be saved if the situation was different? Maybe a few. Maybe a lot. Do I think it could cure homophobia? Unfortunately, probably not, but it certainly couldn’t hurt. Media influences people. Refer to what I said above about compassion.

But is the need for queer representation enough of a reason to expect a character that’s been established as straight to suddenly turn gay? No, but we’re not talking about a character that’s been established as straight, we’re talking about Dean Winchester. Dean Winchester has been established as a character that hides what he feels and lies about what he feels and denies himself the things he wants because he hates himself and thinks he doesn’t deserve good things and that he isn’t meant to be happy. For starters. He’s also established as a character that’s desperate to please his emotionally absent and neglectful-at-best father at the expense of his own wellbeing and sense of identity, all the while being forced into traditionally feminine roles. It’s all about the story that is being told, and, no matter which way you look at it, Dean Winchester’s story is not being told as a heteronormative one.

But, okay. Dean Winchester’s story could maybe be possibly interpreted as queer. Does that mean that the writers are obligated to bring it into focus? They aren’t obligated to respond to it, no. But they already have. In the 200th special, they mentioned destiel by name. They’ve made jokes about Dean being not-straight, they write scenes where Dean gets flustered by attractive men.

This is getting much longer than I intended, but here’s the score so far: the creators have set a precedent of letting the consumers influence the story. They make it clear that they are aware of the huge portion of the fanbase that interprets Dean as queer, and instead of letting them know definitively that that’s not the direction they’re ever going to go in, they continue to tease Dean’s queerness. Queerness is one of those things I was talking about earlier, the important things that have to be handled with caution because they have the potential to reach very personal places in people. Either way. The audience said “I feel like the story you’re telling is queer and that’s very important to me and very close to my heart” and the creators said “I hear you” and then kept telling the exact same story without changing a thing and then the audience said “I’m expecting the story you’re telling to resolve as a visibly queer one” and the creators said “okay” and they keep telling the exact same story without changing a thing. Are they obligated to change the story? Are they obligated to say it’s not going to happen? When they noticed the wincest ship, they wrote it into the story that sam and dean found it sick and disgusting. When they wrote destiel into the story, they didn’t have dean react to the ship itself, but rather the fact that it was in a high school play. And then get flustered when Sam teases him about it.

And that brings us to the next point: destiel. Because it’s all about the story that is being told, and Dean’s story may have queer subtext, but Dean and Castiel’s story follows a romantic structure. That’s all there is to it. Their story is being told as a romance. The audience has (in large part) recieved it as a romance and made it known that they’re expecting it to be resolved as a romance.

So, do the creators owe the audience a romantic destiel resolution? Yeah, they do. Because they’re telling a romantic story—and it is romantic, right now, as it is. But it isn’t visible. Do the creators owe the audience a visibly queer story? Even if they didn’t, the audience deserves one.

Telling a queer story at this point in history, or even telling a story that becomes important to queer people, comes with a responsibility to do queerness and your queer audience justice.

#and none of that is relevant anyway bc its actually tptb to blame #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural meta #supernatural essays #character analysis #bisexual dean winchester #dean is bi #queer representation #andrew dabb #eric kripke #long post #destiel #castiel #destiel meta

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cryptid-bloodhound · 4 years

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Legends Crime AU

After some great suggestions from: @daughterofthewinedude, @sunflower-key, @ajays-lullaby, and @unsightedjoker I decided to expand upon the Crime AU and fill in the blanks thanks to them! If there are more suggestions, let me know! I’m always open to them (:

So, again thank you for the suggestions, they’re a huuuge help!

Basic Roles

under the cut bcus I rambled again, oops. If yall want to know more, just hmu! I might make individual character ‘profiles’ if there’s interest. Also, if anyone wants to use this for their own crime setting/au then feel free! (i’d totally love to be tagged in stuff bcus im a hoe for crime aus)

Bloodhound - Unknown Assassin - They're independent and usually can’t be hired as they seem to be working down some sort of list. They aren’t in it for the money, clearly. However, if you plead your case and it’s a good one (in their eyes) the person you’re targeting might just disappear one day. Occasionally they’ll play the silent, scary backup if one of their associates/friends needs it. Nobody knows who they are, where they came from, how to contact them, or what the hell is up with them. It’s been noted that whenever they stop by a city, notoriously nasty criminals happen to go missing. All that’s known about them is that nobody escapes Bloodhound once they start their hunt.

Lifeline - Ex-Mob Princess/Mob Doc - Ajay Che would have been considered a Mob Princess if she had stayed within her Family Ranks. Her parents made very little effort to hide the truth of their profits from her. Disgusted, she left as soon as she could and swore to never join the life. Instead, she became a doctor in an effort to help people and make up for what her family has done. However, her childhood friend Octavio drug her back into the life unintentionally. He’d get hurt and show up at her doorstep again and again. Soon enough, other mobsters and criminals started arriving, earning her the unspoken title of Mob Doc. Now it’s not uncommon to find random Family members just lounging around her place. She decided to just say ‘to hell with it’ and try to act as some sort of Moral Compass for the crew.

Octane - Ex-Mob Prince/Demolitionist/Arsonist - His family and Ajay’s are closely intertwined. They grew up together thanks to the meetings between his parents and hers. However, unlike Ajay, he didn’t feel a moral repulsion at what their families were doing. If anything, he was bored. They weren’t extreme enough. It was almost all Blue Collar crimes, nothing explosive or violent. So, in typical Octavio fashion, he jumped ship and looked for something faster, flashier, more dangerous. It landed him in the ranks of his current Family as their Demolitions and Arson guy. He managed to drag Ajay back into their lifestyle after blowing off his own legs when he blew up the building of someone who pissed him off. He may not be the smartest or most level-headed member, but there’s no one more willing to jump into a fight or play with explosives than him.

Mirage - Jack of Trades - runs the ‘Cosa Nostra’-esque bar called the Paradise Lounge. It’s a neutral meeting grounds for the varying Families and it is an unwritten rule that nobody is allowed to fight in its premise. It’s the only ‘safe spot’ in the city. He has several different jobs for the Family. Aside from running the bar and helping to launder money, he is a document forger, a con artist, tech expert and is capable of talking people out of trouble one way or another. Basically, if someone needs to ‘disappear’ or get out of trouble, they come to ‘Mirage’.

Bangalore - Ground Enforcer/Collector - An ex-spec ops soldier who left the service after the mysterious ‘disappearance’ of her brother when he was on leave. She is certain it was a rival gang who did something to him. So, she’s started a crusade to find out what happened to him and avenge him one way or another. She joined the Family after crossing paths with them on more than one occasion. After witnessing her impressive skills, they offered her whatever resources she needed to finish her quest in exchange for her services leading and training their ‘troops’. She also isn’t shy on collecting the debts owed to the family.

Gibraltar - Allied Boss - Makoa Gibraltar isn’t your typical Crime Lord. For starters, he doesn’t actively harm innocent people. If anything, he is closer to a vigilante than an evil mobster. He started his biker gang after witnessing one too many hate crimes and seeing too many horrible people walk free from a corrupt system. He protects victims from their attackers during tenuous things like court trials and breaks up hate crimes he sees in progress. He’s become affectionately noted throughout the city by its citizens and even the police like to turn a blind eye when they can when he’s seen protecting someone (or beating the ever-loving shit out of some asshole). He has a shaky alliance with The Family. At the moment, they haven’t done anything notably horrible and have helped fund his growing group. They even slip him some info every now and again about places and people who might need a ‘meeting’ with Gibraltar.

Crypto - Double Agent Hacker - Tae Joon Park is technically ‘dead’. After being framed by The Family for the murder of his adopted sister Mila, he decided it was best to stick with the idea of being dead and created a new identity for himself. Filled with a searing need for revenge, he’s entered into the Family under the guise of being their expert Hacker and pro at Espionage. There’s no code he can’t crack and no information he can’t find. He’s capable of bringing empires down from behind his keyboard and screen. That’s exactly what he plans on doing to The Family. Only, he’s starting to notice a very strange pattern. Not everyone in the Family seems to be aware of the shady business going on. Some appear to be victims themselves that are being played. Now, he also has to decide who is guilty and who’s just like him - a pawn.

Caustic - Wild Card Killer - Considered an Associate as he refuses to formally join The Family as a Made Man. Alexander Nox is also technically ‘dead’. After a run-in with the law (and a subsequent escape from prison), he had the local forger Mirage falsify evidence of his death and craft him a new identity. He functions as an interrogator and a cleaner when he feels the fancy. He’s made it very clear that he is, under no circumstance, beholden to what the Boss wants. He helps because the Boss offers him a practically endless supply of test subjects in exchange for extracting information from the people and disposing of the bodies. He also mentors Wattson in the ways of proper disposal. What his end goals are, nobody really knows and nobody wants to ask.

Wraith - Shadow Broker/Assassin - Renee Blasey is something of an enigma. Few people know her name beyond ‘Wraith’ and fewer still know what she looks like. She hides in the shadows, gathering information and eliminating targets with precision. There’s a rumor that she’s the one who brought the newcomer Crypto into the fold and that they’ve worked together in the past. Perhaps he was the one who freed her from a rival gang’s clutches. Due to her apparent connections all over the place and an almost unending supply of information, she was held captive and tortured for information. After her violent and bloody escape, she stumbled across the Family and they welcomed the notable information broker with open arms. How she gets the information she does, no one knows. She is always elusive about it. ‘A little birdy told me.’ ‘The voices knew’.

Pathfinder - Transport Expert - A ‘defective’ MRVN unit because he was too free-thinking and asked too many questions, namely: ‘what happened to my creator?’ He was going to be decommissioned and shut down permanently when a group of strangers broke into the facility and ransacked the place. After they saved him from being decommissioned, he followed them around like a puppy and unintentionally joined the Family. He functions somewhere between ‘getaway/transport expert’ and ‘team mascot’. It’s thought that he might have witnessed some damning things and that’s why he was going to be decommissioned. In the process, his memories were corrupted so it’s almost impossible to truly tell. They’ve begun proper work on restoring his memories now that the technical geniuses Wattson and Crypto have joined up alongside Mirage.

Wattson - Security/Business Front/Cleaner- Daughter of an Associate. She didn’t know her dad worked with the mob until she was older. After the initial surprise, she joined in on the business, going so far as to becoming Made. She runs the security service front known as ‘Apex Protection’ that also doubles as their money laundering business. Nobody gets past her defenses to get to Family. (It helps that her dad was rather close with the notoriously effective cleaner Caustic. She’s picked up a few tips from him and now helps with the cleaning when needed)

#Apex Legends #Crime AU #this was longer than expected huh

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thesnapewecandreamof · 5 years

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600 Follower Ficlet!!

I am CRYING! I thought 500 would be the last of this thing but I was wrong and I love every single one of you!!!

Another Tumblr Apocalypse is happening but I’m not overly worred about this blog because I haven’t even done any NSFW thing here. I’m not going anywhere. Where else would I post my shit, twitter? Facebook? I don’t think so.

Anyway, I hope you like this!

Promises, Promises

“Your life is not your own, keep you hands off it”

When Severus Snape stalks the walls of Hogwarts, the students part around him like the Red Sea. The Bat of the Dungeon’s stride leave taken points and hushed insults in his wake. His robes almost seem to be in a constant state of billowing, and many students wondered if he places a charm on it every morning before breakfast.

Severus Snape has a grace about him that fools those around him that he is born from aristocracy, a patrician in school master robes. His deliberate speech and his dulcet voice grab the attention of people without needing to rise in volume, it is a fact that the softer he speaks, the more will pay attention.

But it is all a carefully cultivated lie.

When he walks, he looks almost as if he is levitating, gliding upon the air mere inches from the ground. This is perhaps, one his biggest lie for Severus Snape carries a heavy burden within him.

The weight of an Unbreakable Vow is heavy on his soul. To most individuals it feels as though a necklace of the most precious gold is placed upon their necks, they can almost forget that it is there given enough time. To Snape, it is a chain made of the heaviest of irons and the strongest of steel. There are only so many vows one can make without having to bear a physical reminder of the chains wrapped around oneself.

A vow of silence to save the werewolf that nearly ended him.

A Life Debt owed to his hated enemy.

A Dark Mark-a slavery mark- to the darkest wizard of their time.

A promise from a bargain made to the Light.

Dumbledore has once made him take a vow to never reveal the secret of Lupin or he will be expelled from the school. It is quite ironic that the first chain to wrap around him would be the easiest to deal with but would leave quite the scar on his mind and heart.

How many people hold ownership of parts of his soul he wonders. Does he even own a part to himself anymore?

His resentment of Dumbledore doesn’t quite fade but it slowly, slowly, moves to the back of his mind. There are nights when they can enjoy a cup of tea and talk about the recent prank of students or the weekly blunders of the ministry. There are days when they can almost seem like friends. Days that he can almost forget how the Headmaster deemed his life lesser and unworthy to save.

But then he returns, and they are forced to reprise their roles. There was a brief moment when Dumbledore turns his back to gaze outside the window, seemingly waiting for the brewing war to erupt, there was a moment when he turned too quickly and caught sight of Snape slouching in his chair, the weight of the promises and the vows weighing on him, the fear and the helplessness stealing his breath, and Dumbledore can see how much it hurt.

And he does nothing.

His eyes stray to the window once again and only turns when he was sure that Severus has resumed his mask and is once again the faithful spy ready to serve.

Every time that the dark mark burns Dumbledore can see a flicker of emotion on Snape’s face and he almost wants to stop his spy from returning to enemy ranks. Almost.

But they had a deal, and deals must be honored. Even if Dumbledore has failed in his part of the bargain.

So Snape continues to spy, to gather intelligence, to bare the pain of failure from a disastrous raid if it means that there are people he can help. Those whom he could not save will haunt his mind and will weigh on his soul forever, but those he could, those people will never know his identity and he was grateful for that.

Keeping the Potter boy safe was going to get him killed one day, he had made his peace with that. He was quite certain it wouldn’t even concern being revealed as a spy, the mischief the boy gets himself in is dangerous enough. There are days when it is incredibly painful to look at Potter. To feel the weight of the Life Debt and the Promise tug at his soul. But he is a master of deception so the students still see the grace of their professor as he walks and insults everyone who comes to his way with his sharp tongue without any hint of the weights he carry.

He had been contemplating an idea after dealing with his upset Master and quietly pitched it to the Headmaster late in the night. Another Unbreakable Vow, this one, meant to be broken. The Headmaster was alarmed at the idea, but Severus was quick to explain the logic of it. It was a backdoor for the spy if he were to be revealed and tortured for information. It was more effective than any poison he will be able to brew and this only took words. It took awhile but eventually, Dumbledore did agree.

Revealing why he started spying and then dying immediately afterwards seemed poetic to him, hilarious even. Albus didn’t share his morbid sense of humor.

But then everything starts to fall into place and Narcissa come to him, begging to help Draco in his impossible task. Narcissa who, with Lucius, helped him get rid of the damnable accent that screamed his unworthiness in belonging in their world. Narcissa who all but dragged him to Madam Malkins when he informed her that he was to be a professor, Lucius who made sure he knew everything about the Pureblood world. Two people who had led him to the Dark Lord’s circle but ultimately held a smidgen of care for him. It was barely a decision at all.

It’s a bad habit of his, giving parts of the soul he no longer owns to people who needs it more.

Maybe that was why he was willing to split it apart for Dumbledore’s schemes. Willing may have been a relative term but the screaming and arguing would eventually lead to the same conclusion, so yes, willing.

Narcissa was clever when she constructed their Vow, ever the Black and the Malfoy. He wished he’d had her common sense and deviousness when he made the other bonds that chain him.

The plan resumes and though he was never truly alone in the Headmaster’s office, he feels the strain of loneliness deep in his heart. There were days he was numb save for the constant weight on his chest and soul.

As the snake bit his throat to ribbons, he wonders if Albus somehow knew of what is to come. He was thankful for his blurred vision as Nagini retreats with her master.

He thought he had failed, the despair was crushing and he almost wanted to sell his soul again to anyone if they can assure the Dark Lord’s defeat. But then the boy revealed himself and tried his best to stop the bleeding. Severus had not failed yet! It was a useless effort to save him but Severus felt his heart pang as he looked into those eyes. Even his ruse of being the enemy didn’t stop Potter from trying to help him. “Fight back you, coward!” Where is that rage now, he wonders. Where could Potter find within himself to show compassion after everything he has been through? The gleaming green of his eyes was all the answer Severus needed.

“Take them...take them.” The tears revealed more than he liked but the boy needs context and maybe Severus is selfish but he needs someone to understand, he needs someone to know. He never claimed to be selfless.

He doesn’t need to absolve himself to the world. The boy is enough.

And Severus wants to be free.

He feels the Unbreakable Vow working its way to his magic, his blood, his bone. It would only take a few seconds for him to meet his end. He wonders if it would hurt and hopes it doesn’t.

He has given parts of his soul away and broken what little part he had for himself. He doubts he’d make it to the after life meant for good people, and he was certain she was there, surrounded by good people who fought for the Light. They’d never meet again and it once again brought a pang to his dying heart.

“Look at me.” This was enough. The progeny of his best friend and his hated enemy, the mentee of his almost father-figure, a boy cast into something not of his choice very much like the young blond fighting for his life. Harry Potter. It’s enough.

“Taking your own life, interesting expression. Taking it from whom?”

He feels the chain that bound him for most of his life fell away and he is free.

Yes I know that I’ve used that Sherlock quote before but it just won’t leave me alone! I had this idea that why wouldn’t Snape use an Unbreakable Vow as an escape, a cyanide pill, to escape being tortured for information just in case?

I was going to write an AU where he does get tortured and kills himself via Unbreakable Vow and people thinking that it was Dumbledore who gave him that option only to find out that it was Snape who insisted on it, but that didn’t pan out.

I just can’t let go that Severus must have helped make that anti-venom for Arthur, he must have that on him ALWAYS. He can put a stopper on death for someone’s sake! People make AU’s of Snape living and I make an sort-of AU where he still dies. But c’mon, that’s why you people read my shit!

In the end, was it truly Nagini’s venom that killed Severus Snape?

#600 follower fic!#severus snape #pro-snape #nagini #dumbledore #dh #deathly hallows

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mega-delicatelysuperbcollector · 5 years

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FORGIVE ME I’M A GREAT FAN!

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Repository of great knowledge,

My tactful learning encouraged…

Demi Monde her name,

Inspiration her game,

her answers gave me courage!

–

Demi graciously taught,

Me fashion knowledge caught

By a willing student

Not impudent

Who acted like he ought!

–

She never admitted her age,

Considering her lines and image…

Content to be

Admired by me,

As long as I acted MY age!

–

Moved to western Australia,

With all sorts of paraphernalia,

Two dogs and spouse

In their cozy house,

And jobs leaves time less “availiah”!

–

I’m sure she thinks of us,

In her we sill trust…

To know her inspired

Still has her admired—

Not being not just one of us!

–

Halfway across the globe

Whatever her future mode…

Of expression

Her refreshing,

This one admiring fan thinks she’s owed!

–

J. E. Caswell

(Poem has indeed been edited and expanded, per the poet’s desire–despite losing most of it once! Also many typos correcte! )

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tisfan · 6 years

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Candy Hearts Series

WinterIron - Wine

Request: @summerpipedream Tags: first date, bad date, drinking, Tony has issues Wordcount: 1,889

Summary:

Tony asks Bucky on a date. This is great, this is wonderful, Bucky is very excited...

Tony discovers that Bucky is not Steve...

(In which a case of mistaken identity involves a LOT of necessary wine) (and in which case Bucky discovers champagne is good for getting red wine out of silk shirts.) (and Tony discovers that Bucky not being Steve is probably a good thing)

Bucky was pretty sure the date was in the toilet about five seconds after he sat down. He’d been running a little late, which meant Tony was already seated by the time Bucky walked over to the table. Bucky caught the man in profile, desperately handsome, comfortable in his own skin, and fucking owning the suit he was wearing, like he spent all day in tailored slacks and a three button jacket. He was absently rocking a glass of whiskey on the rocks in one hand and people watching.

Bucky took a seat and watched as Tony blinked. Absolutely zero recognition on those coffee brown eyes.

“Hey, Tony,” Bucky tried to prompt him, “good to see you again.” He offered a hand to shake and Tony took it on autopilot.

“Yeah, I… uh… James?”

Bucky nodded. He’d just met the man last week at a three-day, long weekend seminar thing for team building. Kinda like summer camp, but worse, really. Fury’d assigned Steve, Bucky, and Clint to go, since, as Fury always said “the three of you need a map and a compass and a flashlight to find your way out of a wet paper bag.”

Which wasn’t true at all, but none of them were really team players.

“Yeah, that’s me,” Bucky said, awkwardly. How did Tony not know who he was? Tony had called him two days after the seminar and been charming as fuck on the phone for a ten minute conversation, rehashing some of the seminar, and closing off with I was really impressed with your attitude and intelligence. Oh, and humor, very amusing, and I was wondering, you know, if you’re single and everything… you might want to go out for dinner with me?

Tony had sounded a little overeager, his words spilling quickly, as if he was talking from a script in his head that he’d been rehearsing, and it had given Bucky chills and made him feel squirmy at the same time to think he’d managed to impress Tony Stark. He’d said yes without even thinking about it.

“I guess I thought you were blond,” Tony blurted out, and then, seemingly realizing how rude that was, grabbed his menu and buried his face behind it.

Oh.

“You got me mixed up with Steve,” Bucky said. Of course that had happened. Of course, of fucking course. It would be easier if Bucky could hate Steve, but he couldn’t. They were best friends, had been for way longer than Steve had been the unobtainable fuck that everyone wanted and no one got, and Bucky was the one occasionally picking up Steve’s leavings. And spent a lot of time nursing a little ball of jealousy that was going to give him an ulcer one of these days.

Bucky sighed, pushed his chair back, folded the napkin back up and threw it on his plate. “No need of us wasting our time or your money.”

Tony’s hand snapped out and caught Bucky’s wrist. “No, no,” he said. “Come on, okay. Wrong first move, I know. I have exactly zero brain-to-mouth filters and I had a ton of business cards at the end of the weekend, and I’d been sorting them into piles when I got them. So… you were still in the left pocket, right? I just, thought you were the other guy, no harm, no foul. I mean, we’re already here, might as well…”

Bucky gave Tony a flat look. Steve would have already walked out if he’d known any of that stuff, hell, Steve probably wouldn’t have said yes to Tony in the first place. Steve had… weird dating requirements, and there was a -- no shit, Bucky had actually seen it -- a 27-item long list of deal breakers to get to a second damn date with Steve Rogers. “If it’s Steve you want, I ain’t him, an’--”

“Come on, just stay, would you? I went through a lot of trouble to get a table here tonight, and--”

“You told someone you had a date, and you don’t want to deal with the fallout if you don’t actually have a date?”

Tony actually blushed, and was all kinds of not fair that he looked damn adorable when he did so. “My ex,” he confessed.

Bucky didn’t quite sigh when he dropped back into the chair, but his hopes for the evening were pretty much shot. On the other hand, as the asker, Tony was still footing the bill. Bucky might as well eat, and then have a really horrible bad-date story to tell at the office on Monday. Anything had to be better than listening to Clint and Sam rehash the plot for the latest Bad Movie they’d watched. (It was one of their things, the bad movies. Which, as Bucky had at least two of them inflicted on him, were truly terrible. The one with the hopping vampires had been so bad that it wrapped around to being good again, and then kept on going right in to what the fuckery territory.)

“And they’re gonna know you didn’t actually go on a date how?”

Tony delivered Bucky’s signature flat look right back to him with a side order of really, were you not paying attention. “Zero. Brain-to-mouth filters.”

Bucky glanced at the menu and didn’t quite choke. The prices, written in neat little calligraphy numbers, were… yeah, ow. Tony must have really wanted to impress Steve. (They weren’t even like normal prices, $22.95 or anything, no decimal places. Bucky did a quick run of numbers and even if he stuck to Pepsi and a main meal, Tony wasn’t getting out of here for less than $200, which was a lot just to not have to lie to an ex.)

“You know, you could just tell them I stood you up? Or that we had a political discussion and you tucked some breadsticks in your bag and made a break for it.”

Tony laughed, bright and clear and obviously amused. “Oh, no, after that joke, you have to stay,” he said, eyes shining. “I insist. I remember laughing all weekend, doing projects and team building bullshit with you and your co-workers.”

“Oh,” Bucky said. “Then you probably meant to call Clint.” He waited until Tony gave him huge, hurt, wide eyes, before grinning. “Kidding, I kid.”

And it was on from there. Tony was snarky, sarcastic, bitterly cynical about the present, but so full of hope for the future that it was painful. They got some of the first date bullshit questions out of the way, and were deep in a conversation about the Brexit fallout, including some economic implications that Bucky hadn’t even considered, before he realized that they were finishing off their dinners.

Really, for eighty-five dollars a plate, he probably should have paid attention to the food. Or, like the four glasses of wine -- had he really had that much? He did vaguely remember the sommelier coming by with a second bottle. The house chiante was perfect with the braised wild boar and mushrooms that had made up Bucky’s selection.

Their server came ‘round to see if they had room for dessert and Bucky let Tony talk him into sharing an espresso souffle. While they leaned closer to each other, dipping their spoons into chocolatey coffee goodness, the conversation turned lighter, favorite movies, books, music.

God, Steve would hate this guy, Bucky thought. A strict non-fiction, military memoirs sort of guy, with a side helping of literary fiction, if Steve Rogers ever read a science fiction novel in his life, Bucky would be shocked. When they were kids, Steve was constantly ripping Star Trek novels out of Bucky’s hands to give him books that were practically required reading for school, and what the fuck was up with that? Like anyone actually wanted to read Red Badge of Courage or Wuthering Heights.

Steve certainly wouldn’t be drinking with a guy he’d just met and giggling over bad Star Wars puns.

“Let me top you off, one last time,” Tony said, waving the bottle around. “No sense lettin’ it go to waste.”

Bucky considered it. He was already taking an Uber home, what was the harm?

“Oh, sure.” He went to push his glass, still half full, toward Tony--

Everything happened in that slow motion of a nightmare, where Bucky couldn’t possibly move fast enough to prevent anything. Like swimming in glue, he could only watch, with horrified eyes, as events spooled out.

He bumped the rim of the wineglass with his fingers, tipping the whole thing over. Brilliant red wine poured across the white tablecloth and headed straight for Tony’s expensive silk suit. “Oh, fu--”

Bucky didn’t even get the word all the way out before Tony had a lapful of cold wine and a splatter of red up his white shirt that looked like a bloodstain.

“--ck.”

Tony took a deep breath, looked down at his soaking wet legs.

“Jesus, I am so, so sorry,” Bucky said. He handed Tony his napkin -- even four cups in, Bucky wasn’t brave (or stupid) enough to try to pat Tony’s lap dry -- and bunched up the tablecloth to keep any more of the wine from spilling over.

Tony’s napkin looked like a victim of a crime scene, and the one Bucky gave him didn’t fare much better. He sighed, stood up, grimaced. “Ug, right down my leg into my shoe,” Tony complained, his face bunching up. (Was it wrong that Bucky found that damn adorable? It was wrong. It was so wrong. He was so screwed.) “I’m going to the men’s room and see what I can do about this.” Tony pointed a finger at Bucky. “Don’t you dare leave.”

Bucky considered the mess, the remains of wine in the bottle. Sighed. The server was already over, gathering up the dishes and folding away the tablecloth. Someone already had a fresh one ready. They were probably gossiping about him in the back. “Can I get the check?”

“Mr. Stark has an account here, sir,” the server informed him with just a hint of… sympathy.

“I need to do something, I just practically drowned him in chianti.”

The server considered that for a moment, then made a suggestion, along with quoting him a price. Bucky kept his grimace to himself. “Sure, sounds good.”

A few minutes later, Tony was back. He’d closed up his jacket to hide the wet, still slightly pink stain, and the rumpled fabric was evidence that he’d used the hand dryer in the bathroom to some effect.

Tony was barely back in his seat before the server brought them two slender crystal glasses holding their mid-line champagne, the bubbles clinging to the flutes.

“What’s this?” Tony asked, but he took the stem anyway.

“Get me the dry cleaning bill for your suit, please,” Bucky said, “and… well, I didn’t want to risk dumping more wine on you, but champagne makes everything just a little better.” He held up the glass to Tony. “To a bad first date that you can tell your ex about.”

Tony scowled at the glass, then gave Bucky a huge pair of doe eyes. “I was hoping to toast to a potential second date.”

Bucky almost choked on the champagne, the burned toast flavor dancing over his tongue. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Well, I could drink to that.”

#winteriron #Candy Hearts series #prompts #tony x bucky #bad first date #mistaken identity

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Falling Into A Different Destiny - Cops, Robbers, Strippers, And Error - Part 2

Where: In this Multiverse, all the Monsters Error doesn't know and does know are either criminals, crime lords, murders, hired assassins/hitmen/bodyguards, in the law force or medical job of some kind in some way or another, barely any are civilians. Magic works different, they can still use fighting magic, but it is only taught to those training in law enforcement. To use it outside of that is severally illegal. No other Gaster Blasters besides Error's, and magic has been used in technology making magic guns and such. Monsters were never trapped Underground, the War never happened. But that doesn't mean there wasn't hatred and racism happening over the years.

No pairings decided for this one yet.

With the Codes being harder to access, all Error could do was make a fake identity for him and his kids, only a little background and nothing else. So, selling the gold, he moved into a pretty slummy neighborhood in a cheap - and filled with all kinds of people that the police would either love to find and/or arrest but either have no dirt on them, they retired and now are in hiding or they changed their identities as well to hide from the cops - apartment and decided to steal everything he needs from now on as he can't get a job with having barely any past to his name in this world. He meets his new neighbors and thinks he should have moved into a different apartment complex when everything is said and done. Hearts - UnderLust!Sans - who is a single father who works as a stripper and lives to Error's right with his son Compassion - UnderLust!Papyrus - who is a few years older then Null. And because Error's life is just that much of a mess, Hearts and him somehow become best friends. Error's still not sure how that happened to be honest. On the left is Granny G - who never gives out her real name - who Error swears up and down is a retired assassin of some kind.

Doesn't stop her chocolate chip cookies from being so delicious though. Seriously, he doesn't care if she really is putting poison in it to try and kill him off, he will eat them all.

But the real mess starts when Error somehow gains the attention of both the cops and criminals of all kinds. How? He has no idea. But that doesn't change the fact he has nosy police officers, detectives, and criminals sniffing after him for whatever reasons.

The worst part is that it all started with a beautifully wrapped gift left in front of his door. Good thing Error is too paranoid for his own good, as when he carefully opens it he was already expecting it to be worse then it already was. He was expecting it to take down the whole apartment or leak a poisonous gas that will kill everyone but him. But nothing like that was in the box, in fact, Error didn't see the big problem with it. Just confused on why anyone would send it to him.

Error still doesn't get why Hearts freaked out so bad, it was just a pile of dust.

I am so happy so many others love this story as much as I do making it! Error is so much fun to write in this story and Hearts as his best friend is funny to write. I'm having a lot of fun with this story, much more then I should I must admit. Poor Error is in for some crazy ass shit and is going to drag Hearts with him no matter what. "iF i'M GoiNG doWN, i'M TAkiNG yOU wiTH ME!" "Error, I really want-You bitch! Not the face! That's my job right there! Rude assholes, I'm in the middle of a conversation. Now, where was I? Oh, right. ERROR I REALLY WANT TO GO HOME NOW!"

Really, they are like those crazy best friends who would go to jail for the other and get into some crazy stuff while saying the most inappropriate things to each other at the wrong times. Like having a conversation of 'Is my face okay?!' or 'I really think I left the cookies in the oven Error, I'm sorry!' along with the 'NO! NOT THE COOKIES!' being roared out afterwords in that example while in a dangerous situation making others look at them like they are insane. It doesn't help that they are also best friends raising their kids together, making it seem and coming off like they are in a romantic relationship when they are not. It adds another layer to their characters and relationship; Two insane friends trying to raise their kids together in a shit filled city. They are essentially queer-platonic married to one another.

But honestly, what do you expect from Hearts and Error? Hearts grew up in the slums, a harsh past, has seen and heard a lot in his life to make him a little warped in many ways, like what can be considered normal and is a single father willing to do anything for his children or kids as he considers Null and Void as his as well. Like, he sees no wrong with Error killing people really, he's grown up around that kind of stuff, but he knows that it is against the law so he knows not to say anything to the wrong people.

In Error's case, he pretty much grew up in the Anti-VOID as he doesn't remember his AU or past really. Growing up abused and being forced to kill really messes and warps a person. And counting all the years he has had to do this? Yeah, Error is insane still, but less of the I'm-going-to-kill-the-whole-Multiverse-because-of-what-it-has-done-to-me, and more of, If-you-do-not-leave-me-and-mine-alone-I-will-show-you-why-I-am-a-God-of-Destruction-and-not-give-any-shits-about-your-dust-and/or-burning-corpse-as-I-laugh-over-it. Still insane, but controls it better and less murderous in the long run. Unless you mess with what he considers his, then all bets are off and I pity you for being so stupid for even thinking it let alone trying.

Pairings are still undecided I am sad to say, but that just means that I can give almost everyone some moments with Error and even Hearts, at the least until I decide who to pair with who. Also, this is a darker story. Love affairs, cheating, divorcees, abusive relationships, forced relationships, obsessive love, obsession and possession, possessive love, kidnapping, stalking, murder, killing, even more darker subjects, darker characters in general and everything else in between or even further then those things can and will most likely happen in this story. This is a more grittier story especially compared to the others - unless they are a more darker story too like this one. So warnings for all of that.

In other words, everything and anything can go in this story because it is one fucked up Multiverse.

-Start Chapter-

"pAcINg iSn't GoINg tO HElp yOU FeEl bEttER." Error pointed out from where he was leaning on the wall near the small kitchen table. "iN fACt, i thINk it'S MAKinG yOU fEEL mORE anXIous." Error pointed out, seeing Hearts's expression getting worse and worse as well has his frown growing more potent.

"I know that!" Hearts snapped before sighing, slowing to a stop with his pacing by the couch. "I-I just can't help it Error. First this funeral of a box and now the cops are actually coming!" Hearts sharply turned to Error, who didn't even flinch or look worry at all. "The cops haven't been aloud to come inside this building without a search warrant for over a good fifty or so years! I mean, I did ask for them, but I kind of thought that they would say no, but then again this is the C Mob. Not even the Land Lords want to mess with that."

And wasn't that the truth. Once Hearts told the Land Lords what had happened, they aloud calling the cops after the warning went out. The warning was them warning all residents that the Cops were coming and that they should prepare according to that. When asked for the reason, as they wanted to know if someone was going on a killing spree and got the answer of it being because of the 'C Mob trying some shit on a resident', no one complained after that little answer got grim looks on all of their faces, like they were getting ready for a war or the Apocalypse.

People and Monsters alike living in the building started getting ready. Leaving for the night, boarding up their little apartment, helping others clean things up so that no cops would be banging on their doors for that and to get ride of the smell of blood and death that seemed to be seeping from the walls. Once it was out that the new resident, Error, was the one to get threatened, more then one person slipped Hearts some papers as they went about getting ready for the cops coming while Hearts was talking to the Land Lords about what was going on, Error staying with the kids as a precaution.

Error blinked at all the numbers and notes that Hearts handed to the glitch when the heart eyed skeleton came back from talking to the Land Lords. Apparently a lot of the residents hated the Mob and Mafia, so they gave Error contacting numbers for themselves if he needed a alibi or if they needed to contact people who owe them a few 'favors' from back when they were still 'active' if Error needed help or information.

Hearts laughed himself sick, because, unknown to Error, Error had a little fledgling information network now. The whole building was Error's information network even though he has never met any of them. But you know what they say, common enemies brings many together. And a whole lot of people in the building hates the Mob for what they have done to them or loved ones. Many fear the Mobs, all the Mobs in the city and around it, at varying degrees. The 'C Mob' was at the top or very close to it with a few others along with it or just under it. That means many have felt the 'C Mobs' anger. Gangs, Gangsters, street rats and many more hates the Mob because of what they do to them. Many have felt the burn from some type of Mob in their lives and remember it well.

Even in his stressed state, 'GET LAID' was still in the forefront oh Hearts mind, so Hearts looked to the names on the papers as he hid them in his own apartment for Error. If Error were to make friends with these people in the apartment, it would be great! Frightening as most of them used to be criminals or still are, but great for Error's social life. Besides, Error was strong enough to punch someone out if it came to it. He's seen it happen plenty of times, the first time when they first saw each other even.

After all that was done, Hearts called the cops once the Land Lords gave the okay and Error want to tell the kids what was going on.

If Hearts was in his right mind when he had to dial 911, he would have made Error do it for the laughs at the least - Hearts could see Error calling and bluntly stating what had happened and insulting them all in one go, adding some choice words that would most likely make the person on the other end wondering why the fuck this guy was calling them or if they should be arresting him instead. Another case could be Error pissing them all off with his blunt ways, which would be funny until they come into the building with the SWAT team not too far behind them. Leading to one fight of epic proportions, especially if the other residents get involved in some way or another. - and for the most because how blunt he was with the kids about the matter. But it didn't matter in the end.

Although Hearts nearly did die on the phone from adorableness overload from the sheer sweetness that are the children and poor oblivious and not in any way normal Error and from the stress/distress of the Mob making a threat to a might-as-well-be-hermit Error who has never even seen or heard about them, making the person on the other end think he was having a heart/SOUL attack.

-"okAY kIDs, CoME OUt." Error calmly stated, opening the door that lead into Null's and Void, and Compassion's as well with how much time he stays the night honestly, with a slight frown on his face as the three kids toddled out of the room.

"-a red box, that turned out to be blood by the way, on the doorstep of the apartment!" Hearts rambled into the phone by the couch and TV. "How do I know it's blood?! How about the smell of it to start with?!"

Error sighed before shrugging and kneeling down to get closer to the kids. Both Null and Compassion were holding Void's hands to help him stand and walk. Null bit his lip while Compassion glanced to his own Dad in worry, Void was sniffing and looking like he was about to cry.

"Daddy...What's wrong?" Null asked in a whisper, as if afraid to talk any louder as Hearts started gesturing frantically as he talked on the phone.

"-it's filled with dust! D-U-S-T!" Hearts gestured harshly as he kept a eye out on Error and the kids, voice growing more and more frustrated with the other person on the other side. "Yes, I am sure it is Monster Dust and not normal dust! How did I know?! Listen you ignorant human, just because I live in the slums-!"

"SomEoNE WaS....We'LL i guESs 'IS'...YEs, thAT sOUnds BEttER." Error muttered to himself before speaking up and talking normal, not caring that Hearts was on the phone with someone. "SOMEOn iS stUpiD enOUGH tO SEnD ME a BoX paINTeD WiTH blOOD anD mONSTER dUST. fiLLed inSidE" Error explained simply but bluntly, making Compassion gasp in horror, Null frown deeply and Void sniff. Hearts nearly tripped and landed on his face but never skipped a beat in his conversation.

"-I will not calm down!" Hearts growled out, eyes flashing with anger. "Do you not understand what is going on?! How can you ask me to calm down?!"

"W-What does that mean Daddy?" Null asked with a frown, knowing this was bad but not understanding why this is going on with them. "Why did someone give us that?"

"WElL, thERe cOULD bE a FEW reaSONs thIS couLD hapPEN thAT i coULD tHINk oF." Error admitted with a sigh as he scratched his scars on his skull. "FrOM thReaTEning ME, inTimIdatIon fOr WHaT evER reaSON oR tO soME WeiRD CouRtiNG RituAL." Error thought back to some AU's that he saw before, where murdering another that was thought as a threat of some kind and then giving the remains to the one you wanted to marry or court was a sign of strength and protection, before shaking that thought off. While a pool of shit this place may be, it wasn't all that murderous.

And Error has seen murderous.

"buT We caN't KNOW For SuRE, ThAT's WhY wE'RE caLLinG tHE coPS." Error told the baby bones, pointing to the frantic Hearts. "SO wE'RE GOinG tO havE.....NoT gUEsTS, bUt foRcEfUL viStoRS i GuESs?" Error paused, trying to think of a way to explain what he really doesn't know. The Cops were like the royal guards right? But what kind of Royal Guards? There were a ton of different AU's after all, so what do these kind take after? "iN anY CaSE, YOU thREe hAve tO stAY IN thE RoOM unTIl THEy LEaVE." Error waved off his questions and focused on the children.

"-just because I am calling you guys, it's suspicious?!" Hearts exploded, looking like he wanted to strangle someone. "No-No! You listen to me you son of a bitch, there was a note on the box that says-WHAT?! I am not leading you all into a trap you asshole! I thought that the police answers any call for help, not ones just on the right side of the city! I demand to talk to a actual officer!"

"But why!?" Compassion suddenly cried, pulling at Error's scarf with his free hand. Worry and fear in his eyes. "I-I don't want to be alone Uncle Error! Why can't we stay with you when the cops come here?!" Null and Void nodded in agreement, sniffing and tears shining in their eye sockets, making Error wince at the sight of them.

Error really wanted to say that they could trust the law enforcement, he really did, if only so that the children would feel safe, but he knew better. He hasn't ever seen any Cops in this multiverse, for all he knew they were crap at their jobs and kidnapped children off the streets for giggles. Besides, Inky was considered THE law enforcement, The Law itself in the whole Multiverse. When the creative skeleton said someone was bad, they were bad no matter what. If he said hate them, the whole Multiverse besides the ones who do not follow him listens to it and hates that person. Inky's word was the law, and it scarred Error more then all.

He can't trust because he has been on the receiving end and because he has never seen them in action, he also knows that in a gritty Multiverse like this one must likely has corrupted cops and double agents. But Error also can't trust because it means putting his children, his loved ones, in the hands of others. He will never trust his small family with anyone other then himself. It will be a smothering hot day in Snowdin when Error trusts another completely with what is his, never mind even trusting a little bit to chance.

Null, Void, Compassion and Hearts are Error's. The Ex-Destroyer will sooner kiss Inky then let anything up to chance with them. And although Error knew he could most likely kill any threats, he didn't want to chance it. Sure, the person or persons who sent the box needed to be dealt with, but Error has no idea who sent it or why, it would be like a wild goose hunt. It is just much more easy to let Hearts and the Cops deal with it until the sender and/or senders show their face - Which Error knows they will one day, why stop at just one box or threat? Why send it anyway without a reason? They will show all sooner or later - and then Error will deal with the problem himself. Let them come to him was one option. The other was going on a hunt like his insane days, where he hunted down Inky or certain Sanses to kill off as they ran around the Multiverse.

Error would kill for his family, for what was his. What was a little more dust and blood on his hands if what was his could sleep safely and without worry unlike him?

With that in mind, Error gently raised his hand and rubbed Compassion's head in a soft manner, making the little skeleton sniff and look up at the glitching skeleton with water sockets.

"-FROM THE C MOB!" Hearts cried out, huffing. A pause, then a slightly insane smile worked it's way up from the sounds on the other end. "Hello? Oh, your new? Who-......" Hearts's eyes shrunk and eye sockets widened from the new person talking on the other end. "Shit-I mean, yes! I'll explain again!" Hearts cleared his throat, making sure to keep a eye and ear out for what Error and the kids were doing as he started talking again. "Like I told that ignorant person the first time; There was a red box on the doorstep-"

"lisTEn TO mE ClosEly MY chILDrEN." All three straightened, Compassion eyes widening at being called Error's. Meanwhile Hearts shifted so that he could see better with focused and wide eyes, never pausing in his talking as he took in Error's grim and fierce expression. "i'LL NEvER lEavE yOU thREe tO chanCE. I HAve nO iDeA WhO is coMINg, i DO noT trUSt StranGERs nO maTTEr WHat THEir Job iS." Error took in a deep breath, never taking his eyes off his precious children. "i caN hEar YOu IN thaT RoOM, ScreAM aND i WiLL coME ruNNINg TO gET yoU. YoU WiLL noT BE alONE, JUSt OUt oF siGHT. KNoW tHIS," Error leans down with a smile, one that was just as grim as it was gentle. "yOu tHREe aRE mINE. i WanT whAT iS besT foR yOu aND i WIlL do WhaT i havE tO DO tO mAke suRE of THIs. yOU aRE gOINg tO haVE a BEtTEr liFE tHEn i EvER dREamED oF havINg, i WiLL makE Sure OF iT. BUt tO do THAT, yOU nEed tO liStEN tO mE." Error softly wiped away the stray tears that was falling down their faces. "NO onE is GOINg TO hURt yOU. nO ONe is GOinG TO EvEN tRY iT wiTH mE HErE, BUt i WILL NoT chANcE iT As NO ONEs elSE maTTeRS lIKE thE tHrEE oF yOU. I RefUSE tO lEavE yOU oUT iN thE opEN WIth a BUnch oF sTRanGERs, So i AM GoING tO hiDE mY treasUREs AwaY fROM THEm."

Hearts sniffed, eyes watering as his free hand went to his chest were his SOUL was. Error's words warming him as the three kids ran into Error's arms with small cries. 'How can a oblivious and obviously dangerous skeleton can be so sweet, I will never know!'

"D-Daddy~" Void cried out softly, patting his Father's face gently while the other two cuddled as close as they could to the dark skeleton.

"bEsiDEs," Here Error's face twisted into a demented grin, a gleam entering his eyes. "iF anY ONE TriEs tO TaKE AwaY MY TrEasuREs oF tErRORs AwaY, I'LL juST do WhaT THEY DID." Hearts choked when Error jerked his head towards the bloody box. "tHAT, oR i cOULD thRoW tHEM oUt oF tHE winDOW, TRaSH lIKE tHAT-" Error went on to say, only to stop when Hearts fell to his knees. All four skeletons blinked, staring at the pink clad skeleton in confusion.

'How someone can be so sweet one moment, but then so murderous the next moment?!' Hearts giggled silently as he lightly banged his head on the floor. 'How can Error be so adorable~!'

Really, it didn't bother Hearts too much. But it still didn't change the fact that Error was adorable while also being tall, dark, and mysterious. That means he is going to have to keep a eye on suitors of all kinds. Meaning that anyone could try to take advantage of poor naive Error! Sure, GET LAID is important and he wants Error to be sociable a bit more, but not so much so that Error gets taken advantage of in any way. Not that they could physically force him into anything, but emotionally? From what Hearts can tell, Error didn't understand a lot about emotions and relationships in general.

This could be a issue in the plan of GET LAID in the long run now that Hearts thinks about it.

Harsh but worried words made Hearts come back to the present. "Uh-No! I don't need a ambulance! I just tripped, no worries!......Good, now, like I was saying-"-

Yeah, Hearts could see Error threatening the Cops if he made the call, leading to a funny but very scary time when they finally come. And while Hearts did get snappy with the first person on the phone, he was assured by a officer that he wasn't blamed for it.

Now time to see if they could survive when the cops are actually in the apartment. Stars help the cop that scares the kids, not only will Error slaughter them, Hearts will laugh and dance over their dust and/or bloody corpse after spitting on them. Hearts was the sure the whole building would pinch in with disposing of the evidence, even if it is to just get one over the police and not because they care, they could just say that the cops never made it after getting rid of the cars. This is the bad side of town after all.

Accidents happen.

Luckily for all involved, Error made sure that the kids were in bed. Both adults knew that they are most likely not sleeping, but at least they were in the room just in case.

"They should be here within ten minutes they said..." Hearts sighed, rubbing his face, catching sight of what he was wearing. "Do you think I should change?"

Error glanced over, looking the other skeleton up and down and didn't see a issue. Hearts was wearing a pink sundress that Error himself had made. The sundress had bell sleeves and swished every time the other moved. The dress itself having purple and blue hearts elegantly stitched on along with a few pink flowers. The other right now wasn't wearing the strapless shoes that went with it, being barefoot like he always was when in the apartment.

Hearts, for reasons unknown to Error, has taken to wearing clothing that Error made. With having that online sight where Error sells things he makes - and it was going great so far in his opinion - the dark skeleton has a lot of ideas and clothing strewn about in his room/work space. Hearts walked in one day, saw the clothing and then pretty much begged Error to make him something to wear, he would even pay for it.

Error did something better - as he steals most of the things from other countries he needs to make the clothing anyway - and made Hearts a whole bunch of clothing just because, that or Error misunderstood what Hearts was asking for. And because he did this with Hearts, he did the same with Compassion. Now the Zeal's come to him if they need other clothing, it's less of a strain on the pocket for Hearts as he doesn't have to pay - no matter how many times he has offered or tried to sneak and leave money with Error, it just doesn't work as Error refuses or just returns the money saying that Hearts left it in his apartment. And Hearts knew that Error wasn't being sarcastic when he said that, Error honestly thought that Hearts forgot his money and left it in his apartment.

"i DON't sEE whY yOU shoULd." Error shrugged, not seeing any problems. "iF thEY trY anYThiNG, yOU knOW i'LL DeaL wiTH iT LIke i AlwaYS DO. It'LL bE lIKE whEN i WaLK yOU to WoRk. BesiDEs," Error pointed to what he was wearing. "yOU lOOk bEttER thEN i dO. sO iT shOULD bE fiNE."

Hearts took one look at Error's white baggy sweater, baggy sweat pants and long red scarf - that the other always wore - and then promptly pointed to the skeleton's room. "Go change."

"whAT? NO." Error snorted, crossing his arms. "i LOOk fINE. In anY caSE iT's mY woRK daY, yOU knOW i LIkE tO weaR LoosE cloThinG whEN i spEnd alL MY timE SewINg."

"You're still going to work?" Hearts raised a brow, taking a strong stance and crossed his own arms. "With how distressed the kids are?" Seeing Error glancing away at that, Hearts knew he only had to push a little more. "It would make me feel safer if you wore something better, that way I don't stand out too much...." Hearts walked up to Error, laying his head on the other's chest and pouted up at him with glistening eyes, fluttering his eyes to make them water a bit. "Pwetty Pwease? The kids would just adore that you wore something pretty like they do~"

At Error's twitch, Hearts smirked. The heart eyed skeleton knew he won.

When in doubt, use the kids to make Error do what you want.

Unless it was to threaten him, then pray that you live from the onslaught that would happen not even a second later after the threat.

- No, seriously. Hearts remember one thief - a older man with a crazed gleam in his eyes - grabbing Null and Compassion from when they had been walking back from the store, Void being in Hearts's arms at the time. Long story short, they were walking away from the blood bath not even a minute later with the kids safe and Error grumbling about "ruDE TrAsH.". -

"Great!" Hearts beamed, sitting up and grabbing the skeleton's arm, pulling him to the bedroom/work space. "I'll even pick everything out, don't worry about a thing besides putting it on and rocking it! Those officers won't know what hit them when a gorgeous thing like you answers the door~!"

Error really had a bad feeling as he let Hearts drag him into his room - something he never thought in a million years that he would let a UnderLust Sans do by the way. But Hearts is nothing like Lust, so he had no worries there.

No, the worries started when Hearts ignored his closet and went straight for the more refined clothing that Error had made for his online store, the skeleton started gushing as he tore through the clothing Error had made but hadn't put online yet, meaning that it was up for grabs.

'I'm regretting so much in my life now....Like showing Hearts where the clothes he could take are.....Huh, errors have been made.'

-Ten Minutes Later-

"i cAN'T belieVE i AM WeaRIng tHiS." Error tugged at his scarf with one hand and the other hand going down the skirt. The scarf the one thing Hearts hadn't asked him to take off and the one thing Error would have fought to keep on. Shifting, Error grimaced when he saw his scar and chip ridden red leg peaking out of the slit of the long skirt. "thE slIT iS tOO hiGH...anD mY lEgs aRe UglY So I thINK i SHoULd bE WeaRINg pAntS-"

"No!" Hearts quickly interjected from the couch, bouncing to stand up and looked Error up and down. Error was now wearing a black mixing in with dark blue tight sweater that had beads sewn into it, making it look like a starry night sky. Hearts had picked out a skirt for him to wear, it being a long dark blue side slit skirt that was lined with yellow, a golden yellow star where the slit stopped. Then for shoes, Hearts had found a pair of black and red high heeled wedges, and then Hearts made Error take off his leather gloves. "You look great with them on!"

It was a first step of getting Error out of his comfort zone, a medium sized step because of the slit in the skirt. Not a big one because of the sweater and length of the skirt even with the rather long slit. It showed Error's red legs, and while they may have so many scars, nicks, chips and scratches, Hearts found them beautiful just as the rest of the skeleton in front of him. Everything of Error, to the scars on his skull, to the chips on his hands and to the nicks on his legs, screamed power and the will to survive. Error is a walking contradiction, could look so strong no matter what he is wearing, and it made him even more enrapturing to look at no matter what he wears.

Little by little, Hearts hopes to show this fact to Error, who believed himself to be broken and ugly. But it is going to take a long time.

So for now, Hearts is slowly going to push Error out. His plan GET LAID is going to have layers, and while this wasn't how he wanted to start this part of the plan - not with the cops coming of all things, and especially not with that bloody and dusty box that was still on the kitchen table - Hearts will take what he can get and use any moment he can. Besides, even in a skirt, Error still looks like he can kill a few hundreds of people and not get caught. Error, with the extra height adding to it, looks very intimidating still. And with the new clothing, he looked like he could charm his way out of anything. Error had a certain and....unique charm to him. That much Hearts could admit to himself, even without the skirt.

But, Hearts wouldn't have it any other way. Error isn't Error without some form of power leaking off him. Even if it is only in the physical sense or in his aura alone.

Error opened his mouth to argue, only to freeze when the door was knocked on.

"City Police!" A muffled voice called out, making Hearts gulp in slight fear.

Everyone in the slums fears the mob, but they also fear the cops. For very good reasons most of the time, it was taught to Hearts at a young age, and while he knew he shouldn't fear them as they are coming to help, he can't help it.

Error, seeing this, lightly pushed Hearts behind him as he went to the door. There was no way in hell anyone was going to hurt Hearts nor try anything with him. The dark skeleton has had enough practice beating up perverts who think that it is okay to try and force Hearts into sexual relations even as Hearts says no to the offers. He's a stripper, not a whore. Error doesn't get what's so confusing about it, they are two different things.

In any case, Hearts is not in any condition to open the door, so Error will do it for him. It's his apartment anyway.

Grabbing the door nob, Error took in a deep breath before swinging the door open. Blankly looking at the lower half of someone's face before letting his eyes shot up, and then promptly let his inner mind scream and freak out as he recognized the face in front of him.

'Well, what do we have here....' Error backed away slightly, actually thanking Hearts for picking the wedges for him to wear as without it he would only come up to the Monster's collar bone. 'It seems Death has come knocking at my door...Of mother fucking course! I never get good things in life!'

Reaper!Sans stood in front of the door, taller then he had ever been in Error's Original Multiverse. One lone eye light in his right socket and wore a black police uniform that looked different from the others. Taking his eyes off the Reaper, Error caught sight of a skeleton that would be Error's height if not for the fact he was wearing heels. The other skeleton had a similar feel to....'Oh, shit.' Error's eyes narrowed slightly at the purple eyes staring back at him. 'Is...Is that Nightmare in passive form?!' Quickly looking away from the weird sight of Nightmare in a police uniform, no matter that form his has, Error relaxed a bit when a third head peeked through and it wasn't a skeleton Error has ever saw before that had green and yellow starry eyes and was about the same height as Hearts. It reminded Error of Swap a bit.

There are small mercies in this place it seems.

"Hello, we got a call for this apartment." The Reaper's voice was deep, dark and low. It must be the height playing a part in how he sounded. "I'm the chief of police, Death Reaper. My second in command Misery Nights." Death gestured to the passive Nightmare before glancing behind him. "We also have Officer Palette Roller and our forensic scientists - Goth and Aphys - are waiting to come in for the box mentioned in the phone call." Death nodded with a slight smirk as he stared straight into Error's eyes. "May we come in?"

"mY kIDs aRE slEEPinG." Error eventually said, not moving out of the way for the group outside. Hearts meanwhile was peeking out of the window, seeing that the cops went incognito instead of the normal police cars, seemingly not wanting to start trouble or tip anyone off. Good idea, Hearts knew that if anyone saw actual cop cars outside, a riot would form faster then someone could yell "COPS!". "i Won'T bE hapPY iF thEY aRE wokEN uP bY yoU aLL. i ReaLLy WoN't bE hapPY iF yOU alL trY anYThinG fuNNY hERE tO mE anD mINE." There was a warning and threat rolled in his tone alone, one that made Death grin and the others eyes widened as they heard the unsaid words loud and clear.

"You have our assurance that will not happen." Death assured, making Error nod and open the door wider, walking off to go to Hearts instead of moving to the side. He didn't have time for this shit, he just wanted them to take the box and go already. If someone tries anything, Error can take care of it and make sure it will never be a issue again.

Error should have told Hearts he will deal with it all, but that could have given himself away. Damn logic forcing him to make reasonable decisions. Insanity, while having so much pain, was more fun. At least nothing was stopping Error then.

Death had to bit his lip to keep the grin that wanted to come up away, watching the dark skeleton's hips sway as he walked away. He had a felling this was going to be interesting. The dark skeleton looked threateningly beautiful, those scars spoke of a haunting story, maybe even more then one. Such a alluring sight to behold for the chief of police. Shaking his head, Death started to walk in. He had a job to do right now, fantasies can wait until he is off the clock.

But if his mind wonders, it shouldn't be a huge distraction as long as he doesn't act on it, right?

Before the cops had arrived, Error had moved the couch and coffee table away from the TV. That way Hearts and him could sit on the couch and the if the others, they could pull up chairs from the kitchen table to sit across from them. The glitch had no idea how this investigation stuff worked besides the stuff he had seen on TV - it wasn't like there were cops - any good ones in any case - in his old Multiverse - and wasn't about to let some strangers take over his apartment.

Error plopped down on the couch, making Hearts scurry over and slid in next to him, leaning onto him for comfort. "thERe'S tHE boX." Error pointed to the box, Hearts sniffing at the reminder. Sighing, Error wrapped a arm around the other skeleton as if to shield the other from everything. "iF yOU coULDn'T TeLL frOM ThE smElL oR lOOk, iT's CovEREd IN blOOD. INsiDE iS sOME DuST. SO yEs, iT's REaL aND nOT a TRaP."

Hearts lightly slapped Error's chest, fighting a smile at the slight passive aggressiveness and protectiveness. But then again, Hearts didn't think the Chief himself would be coming to check this over even after the tall skeleton had taken over the call from that ignorant person who first answer Hearts's 911 call. There are quite a few rumors and myths surrounding the skeleton, and not all of them good...

Death glanced over to the dark skeleton before bringing up a walkie-talkie. "Goth, Alphys, there is a blood box here, come and get it. Over." As he talked, he walked up to the box, and lifted the paper to read it over with the other officers looking around him to read it too, faces grim.

"G-Got it Chief. On our w-way up. Over." Was the response that came shortly, a voice familiar to Error stuttering out.

Looks like it is going to be a very one-sided reunion for Error. Just his luck. At least the sickly Inky counter-part isn't coming in, Death/Reaper and Misery/Nightmare is enough for right now.

Soon another skeleton and lizard Monster were let into the small apartment. Error was just happy that it was UnderTale!Alphys and another skeleton he has never seen before. He didn't want to deal with the swap version or another familiar face right now. Both went to the box, pulling out all kinds of things from their bags as the put on some gloves. Palette stood near them, keeping a eye out on everything.

With a nod from Death, Nightmare pulled up a chair to sit on the other side of the coffee table as did Death. Palette quickly went to the door to keep a eye out for anything.

"I'm going to have to ask you some questions to see if we can figure this out." Misery stated as he brought out a clipboard and pen from a bag that he had. Death got out a recording machine so that they wouldn't miss anything, turning it on with a nod to Misery. "Let's start with some general questions." Misery stated factually. "Please state your names and occupations."

Error rolled his eyes and pulled Hearts a bit closer as the other answered first with a slight shiver. This was feeling more like a interrogation to the pink clad skeleton. "I'm Hearts Zeal." Here Hearts smirked, eyes gaining back their gleam as he fluttered his eyes at all Palette who was looking to them. "I work at the 'Lustful Souls Club' down a few streets from here. If you want to get technical, I'm a stripper~" Hearts purred out, making Palette, Goth and Misery flush lightly while Death just chuckled in amusement and Alphys choke and stutter where she was at.

"i'M ErRoR misCAlCulAtioN, i RuN a OnlINE sTorE caLLEd 'thE mulTivERse'-" Error paused when he heard a gasp. Turning his head, he saw both Alphys and Palette looking at him in awe. ".....WhAT?"

"Y-Y-You're the one wh-who runs THE Multiverse." Alphys started out only to loose it in her excitement. "Your stitch work is amazing! The dolls are so well done and the clothes-!" She squealed out in pure amazement.

"I can't believe I'm meeting THE owner of The Multiverse....!" Palette sighed out in bliss before chuckling in pure awe.

While everyone else was just watching the two in shock, Hearts was giggling up a storm as Error looked the two up and down. Something about the way Alphys said that reminded Error of something. When Error glanced to Palette's hat, it hit him.

Snapping his fingers, he pointed to Alphys first, who was silently gushing still. "mEWmEWkiSSy-kaWaIiLizard01. yOU'vE bEEn buYinG oFF a lOT oF mY stuFF anD reQuEstING a bUncH oF speciAl othERs. lIKe thoSe chARactERs fROM thE olD mEW mEW kisSy anIME." The he pointed to a beaming and flushing Palette. "rOllERblADepaleTte101. i mADE thAT hAt anD yOu'vE oRdER a tON oF othER iTEms aS wElL thAT i'VE maDE."

Goth's jaw was dropped when Palette actually squealed before turning it into a cough once he noticed the looks he was getting along side Alphys - who flushed and tried to bury herself into her work. - "Ahem! Yes...That's me."

"Look at that Error, you've got fans~!" Hearts cooed out as he looked amused at the two flushed Monsters. "Soon I'll have to be scaring them off for you!"

Now Error looked confused and a touch worried. "lIKe whAT i DO WiTH youR 'FaNS'?"

Misery quickly cut in before Hearts could answer. "I have to know what your relationship to one another is. Are you two married?"

"NO." Error shook his head in answer, wondering why everyone asked that. "wE'RE juSt friEnDS."

"Friends with benefits?" Death asked suddenly, making Misery's eyes snap to him with confusion.

Hearts just laughed thinking about it, Error's eyes twitching at the very thought. "nO. WE aRE noT iN a SexuAL oR roMAntIC RelAtIONshIP. nEitHER oF uS WanT tO hAVE sEx WitH thE othER." Error stated this all bluntly, not beating around the bush. This wasn't the first time this was asked, and he was getting tired of it and a bit annoyed. It was like Hearts couldn't be friends with anyone without having sex with them, that made Error want to hit someone. And while he could have phrased that all better, Hearts does actually sleep in the same bed with him at times. Sure, Error doesn't sleep too, but he does lay in bed with him until morning. So the technically, Error does sleep with Hearts. Just in the most technical of ways though.

With a smirk, Hearts leaned on Error's chest, running a hand up and down the other's chest. "Well, I don't know about that~" Hearts purred out sensually, making everyone but Death and Error flush and shift. Error was looking at Hearts deadpanned while Death's face was blank as he took them both in. "I wouldn't be opposed, just look at you~!" Hearts giggled, groping Error's arm as he pouted up at the darker skeleton. "A little taste wouldn't hurt...Would it~?"

Sighing through his nose holes, Error rubbed his face with his free hand, looking so used to this it wasn't funny. "hEaRTs. nO."

"Hearts, yes~"

Both looked at each other before both lost it. Hearts laughed as he stopped groping at Error and Error chuckled and shook his head. "wHY aM i FriENDs wiTH yOU." Error chuckled out. He never expected to be that comfortable with a Lust!Sans, but here he is. With Hearts, he knew the smaller wasn't actually aiming for sex, just a joke. It made him relax more at the touching as it is the way Hearts shows affection to those he is close to and is the way he likes to joke around. With Lust, the horny skeleton was always aiming for sex, and that freaked Error out as he didn't want to do such things with the other - or anyone really, he rather fall in love first. Something that was impossible as Fate or Inky would never allow him someone like that. - nor was used to things like that.

Hearts laughed as he lifted his head off of Error. "Because I'm so lovable~!"

"WhATEvER hELpS slEEp aT niGht." Error jokingly scoffed before turning his attention to a flustered Misery. "nExT quEstIOn?" Error asked aloud, crossing his legs. Everyone's eyes went down, before most shot back up. Death on the other hand smirked, slowly following the slit up where it stopped about a half foot away from the glitching skeleton's pelvis. He let his eyes linger before they went all the way up to find Error watching him. Leaning back with a wink, Death had to hold back a deep chuckle when all Error did was look at him blankly, not impressed at all.

"Ah!" Misery jolted, nearly dropping his pen. Error turned his attention back to Misery, who was trying to calm his blush down as he tried to do his job. "Yes. Do you have any children? Spouses or in any type of relationships?"

"I have a son named Compassion. His Mother left him to me after a one night stand." Hearts informed, grin dying down to a smile. "I'm not in any romantic or sexual relationships at this point of time, nor have I ever been married." Here Hearts caught Goth's and Palette's eyes as the both were looking at him, so he winked at them. "So I'm free and still waiting for my prince charming~"

Palette coughed, trying to force back his blush while Goth turned bright purple, giving a relived sigh once Alphys motioned for him to grab the box. Grabbing the box, the white clad skeleton followed after Alphys as the left the apartment to take the box back to their lab. Goth doesn't think his SOUL could take any more flirting, he just wasn't used to such things.

After the door shut, Error went on to answer the question asked. "i hAVE TwO sonS; nuLL anD VoiD. hopEfuLLy thEIR fatHER iS DeaD iN a DitcH soMEWhERE." Error's voice at the start was light and fond, but at the end it twisted into a dark growl. Forcing more then one skeleton to sit straighter at attention. "i'M noT IN anY RomAntiC oR sexUAL RElatiONshIP nOR aM i mARRied oR havE evER bEEN."

Death smirked then, leaning forward a bit. "Now that's out of the way, now to the nitty gritty stuff. We can rule out jealous lovers and partners at the least. Unless their Father is a issue?" Death directed this to Error, who shook his head in negative. Death gave a short nod, face getting serious. "Then, please tell us what had happened before you found the box. Did you hear anything? See anything that might be connected to this?"

With that, the two skeletons had to repeat and repeat what had happened that day. Misery and Death questioning them on every little detail. It had gotten to the point where they were saying the same thing over and over again - making Error's fragile patience with this whole thing coming close to snapping.

"thIS hAS goNE oN LonG enoUGh." Error growled out, hands twitching as he suddenly stood up after Misery had asked them to repeat on their day again. Misery sat straighter, Death's eyes snapped to Error and Palette took a step back in shock. "WE hAVE REpEaTED ouR DaY oVeR anD ovER aGaIN, thERE's noTHinG moRE! WE haVE no ideA WHErE thE boX caME frOM oR knOW wHO couLD havE doNE iT! thiS iS StarTinG tO soUND liKE yOU thINk We knOW SomEthINg WE Don'T, lIKe yOU thINk WE'RE inVolVEd WitH tHE mOB. SO, i SuGGesT WE sToP thiS iNteRroGation NOW aS WE nEvER, bEfoRE noW thAT iS, hAD anyTHinG tO DO wiTH tHEm. hElL, bEFoRE toDaY i DiDN'T knoW thEY ExiSteD!" Error took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down and not snap fully. This wouldn't be the way he wanted Hearts to know he knew fighting magic, or would want the police on him forcing him to run with the kids. "sO whY dON't yOU AlLL - nOt yOu thoUgH. DON't woRRY, yOU're fINE. -" Hearts giggled when Palette flushed and looked happy with that when Error pointed to him as he said this. The starry eyed skeleton had looked quite sad when Error started, now though he looked ready to bounce off the walls at Error saying he was fine even as his superiors are getting scolded at like misbehaving children. "gET ouT tHERE anD fiGURE thIS shIT oUT lIke You'RE suPPoSEd TO! In othER woRDS; dO WE haVE anyTHinG mORE TO Talk aboUT - IMpoRTanT anD noT pOINtlESS - oR caN yOU gET thE fuCK ouT OF mY apaRtmENT riGHt nOW?" Error's eyes then snapped to Death's, forgetting for a moment that this wasn't Reaper from his Multiverse. That lazy, almost mocking smile made him confuse the two. No matter the height or voice, that smile was still the same one that Error hated with his whole being. "AnD sTop SMirkING yOU sAdIStic hYpStER! gET oFF yoUR bONEy aSS aND dO somEthING foR ONCe! i'M TiREd oF yOU. So. gET. ouT. NOW."

Misery's and Palette's jaws dropped while Death went blank faced. No one had ever talked to the chief like that, no one. He is a highly respected leader of the force and has many achievements to his name, a list even. And here was this other skeleton, telling the chief off.

"wElL?" Error raised a brow, crossing his arms.

"I think it's time for us to go." Death eventually spoke, never looking away from Error, making Misery and Palette jolt.

The two officers hurriedly packed everything, fearing their boss's temper. Death just sat there, staring up at the standing Error. Hearts frowned, glancing to Error. Error glanced to Hearts, nodding to the hurrying officers. Hearts sighed, hoping that there wouldn't be blood and dust when he came back into the apartment.

It should be fine, the kids were in the other room after all. Error wouldn't loudly kill someone if it meant waking them up...right?

Then again, Error could silently kill....

Hearts jumped up with a smile. "Let me walk you out! Wouldn't want someone to shot you or steal your papers, am I right?" Hearts winked, looping his arms with the two officers. Misery flushed with a slight glare while Palette looked slightly fearful now. "With me on your arms, they wont touch you~!"

Soon, the door shut.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Death stood. Slowly, the officer went around the coffee table and stood by Error, offering a hand.

Error titled his head with a frown, looking to the hand before looking back up at Death's blank face. "WhaT?"

"It's a handshake." Death stated with a smirk. "Nice meeting you and all that."

With a huff, Error decided to roll with it. Sighing, Error placed his hand in the offered one, and then nearly broke the other skeleton's hand when said skeleton suddenly pulled Error in close.

One hand came up to touch his tear marks, making Error glitch. looking up with a glare, Error saw that Death was looking down at him with something he couldn't understand in his eye sockets and a indescribable grin on his face.

"You know....you're really beautiful. So much so that I want to eat you all up~" Death purred out, leaning closer to Error. "Would you mind if I took a taste?"

"I dIDn'T kNow cannIbalISM wAS prActICEd iN ThE cITy." Error bluntly mused aloud, not even looking phased. "HUh, NoW i KNOW. iN anY caSE, NO."

"What-" Death tried to ask, only for Error to calmly and swiftly get out of his hold. Death blinked at the nonchalant glitching skeleton, before snickering.

"Interesting." Death hummed, before shaking his head in amusement. "I made up my mind." The Cop muttered under his breath. Before Error could ask what the other meant, Death gave a smirk, wink and then a nod to Error before leaving.

Error blankly watched the other leave.

"i hAvE a BaD fEElinG aboUT aLL oF thIS...."

Said bad feeling got worse the next morning.

Opening the door, there was another box right in front of it.

"WeLL," Error hummed, rubbing his chin while he looked down at the box. Hearts freaking out behind him. "aT LEaSt tHiS ONE isN'T pAinTEd WiTH blOOD."

"LIKE THAT MAKES THIS ANY BETTER!"

-End Chapter-

I hope this was worth the wait! I finally got it done! It took a while, but I got there!

More and more characters will show up as time goes on. Some we have seen before in this story, others we have not yet.

In any case, I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I did making it.

#Falling Into A Different Destiny #Harrish6 #Error Sans #Forced Destroyer Error #Formed God Of Destruction Error #Forced God Of Destruction Error #I Do Not Own Error #Error Belongs To Loverofpiggies #I Only Own This Story And Version Of Error #Cops #Murder #Warnings Inside #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Mystery

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SOA: Sins of Our Fathers Part 2: Welcome Home

Jax slowly headed to the door of the home. Danny Weir’s home… How could this all work? How was it going to be okay? What the fuck was he doing? He did not know but he knew he had already passed the point of no return. He pushed the doorbell and waited for the old widow woman, Kari Christian, to answer the door. However, he was surprised by a beautiful redhead with large perky breasts and big hazel green eyes. Kari’s hair was long, waist length, and she definitely did not look like an old widow woman. She opened the door and said, “This is the one and only time you will ever hear me call you this name. Are you Jackson Teller?” Jax looked at her and said, “I used to be. Jax Teller was ran over by a semi yesterday. He went out a true badass, a motorcycle legend.” She said, “You have to stop that shit right now. Jax Teller was a criminal and he was killed trying to escape the consequences of his actions. Danny, do you understand what I am saying? You are a very straight arrow cop. You have to remember that. Jax Teller, the criminal, died yesterday trying to evade police capture. Danny, you were just lucky that you did not happen upon the desperate criminal while you were coming home. I am so happy that you are here. I am so happy that you agreed to help me re-establish my life since my husband, David, died.” Jax flashed that sexy smirk that he has and said, “You do not look like a poor, helpless, old widow woman.” Kari looked at him quizzically and asked, “Widow, yes. Woman, yes the last time I checked. Poor, not really…. Helpless, no. Old, how fucking dare you call me old??!!?? I am only just a few years older than your punk ass. We are going to have to make you look a little bit older. Also, you are never going to be able to wear a t-shirt again in public. You have ink and Danny has no ink. You have taken a month off from work to get the matter of your divorce finalized. I am here to help you because you are still weak from your cancer treatments. This is our cover story. YOU MUST STICK TO IT TO A TEE. No variance, understand. If you vary from this story, I will go to jail with you. I have no plans on going to jail any time soon.” Jax said, “Are you finished with your lecture? I have been driving all night and I am fucking tired. I just want a hot shower and to go to bed. We can begin good cop classes tomorrow.” Jax took a long pause and asked with a smirk, “How many bedrooms are in this place? Am I sleeping on the couch or is there a bedroom for me? Are we just going to skip all of the pretenses and sleep together and get it over with?” Kari was infuriated! She screamed, “How fucking dare you just assume that you could walk in here with your gangster swagger, your bad boy persona, and your rugged good looks and assume that any woman would be ready to go to bed with you?” He said, “I was just funning, Darlin’, but I am glad to know that you think I have rugged good looks. I think you are pretty smoking hot for a widow woman too.” Kari just glared at him and said, “Your bedroom is down the hall on the left. My bedroom is on the other side of the hall. If you need anything nonsexual, please do not hesitate to ask. Food, beer, and soft drinks are in the fridge. I am headed to bed. Tomorrow, we will start turning you into the straight arrow that Danny was. I do not know what Danny saw in you to give you such a gift but I am going to honor his final wishes.” Jax remembered he had a letter for Kari from Danny in his pocket. He handed the letter to Kari and took her hands into his and said, “Thank you so much for doing this to help me. You will never know how much it means to me. Goodnight Kari.” Kari looked at him with a startled look on her face as she clutched the letter in her hands and watched the young man walk down the hall and into his room.

Kari clutched the letter in her hands for a while, just crying and missing her friend, Danny. He was the last link to her life that she used to have. Her life with David was full and happy. She worked and he worked until he retired. He then devoted his life to taking care of her. Kari remembered the first time she met Danny. She told him that if his tie was any tighter his head would inflate like a balloon because air would not be able to make it to the rest of his body. Danny just looked at her and smiled. He did not understand this woman at all. He could not understand how an attractive young woman like Kari could be married to his cousin, an older man who worked a good job as a mechanic. He provided her with a very safe life. He was 30 years older than her but she did not care. He never acted his age… Most of the time he was the one acting younger than her. He rode a motorcycle and was known in the Southeast as the first white boy that was able to join the Mayans as a pequeño pato, a literal translation of a little duck. David was a grown-up man-child but a hell of a lot of fun. He had massive street credentials so it gave Kari a pass on being a criminal profiler for the Department of Homeland Security. Most of the people that David had street credit with believed that she was doing the country a massive favor by going after those towel heads that attacked us in New York and Washington D.C. They did not realize that there was more to her job than just looking for international terrorists. She also looked for domestic terrorists. Most of the time she liked David’s friends. They mostly just sat around and talked about the hell they raised and the crimes they committed before she was even born. The statute of limitations had long since run out on nearly all of the crimes they discussed. They talked about them with nostalgia but mostly with regret. That is why she loved David. He had grown up from being a street wise kid to a gentlemen who understood honestly, loyalty, and compassion. David saw her for the intelligent strong woman that she was. Her looks didn’t matter to him. He was more impressed by the woman inside. A woman who overcame an abusive home life to become an educated, impressive, and funny woman. When he died, she wished she had died with him. She knew that he would die before her. It was a given because he was so much older than her. She was still not prepared for it. When Danny asked her to come to Tulsa, she jumped at the chance. She needed away from the memories of David. She needed away from the life she had with him because it hurt too much to live it without him. She and Diane got along really well and with Danny and her son both having cancer, Diane really appreciated the help of having another woman in the house. When Diane left Danny, Kari became his rock. She helped him with the grief of losing his wife. Danny felt so much guilt because Daniel had the same type of cancer he had. Diane blamed Danny for Daniel’s cancer too. That is why she divorced him and moved to California where there was an experimental treatment that might could cure him. Kari knew that when Danny went to California it was to be there for experimental treatments for Daniel. Danny was going to try to find a way to pay for the treatments for Daniel. He knew there was no way he could pzy for the treatments legally. Kari knew when Danny left that she would probably never see any of them again. Kari missed the sound of other people in the house. When Danny called her and told her that he was sending a man back to take his identity. Diane and Daniel were staying in California. Danny then told her that he would be dying in California. Danny would be the man that he was sending to her. He wanted her to make the young man into him. She owed Danny so much and besides, who was it hurting to honor Danny’s last wish?

Kari opened the letter. It said, “Dear Kari, you have always been my best friend. Ever since my cousin, David, came home with you, I have loved you. I was so jealous that he could go out and, even as an old geezer, he could get better women than I could. You and I were both straight arrows. We did not function outside the law. I know that is why this request of mine will be so difficult for you. I was standing at the foot of my mom’s grave telling her that I was dying and I would be dead in a few days. I told her that I was such a fucking disappointment because my son was going to die of the same cancer I had because I could not pay for the treatments. I knelt down crying and it was if the Lord and my mom both sent me this gift. A few headstones down, Jax was talking to his dad. He was having a similar conversation to mine. He told his dad that he would be dead in a few hours to protect his children from becoming bad people like him. The more he talked, the more that my heart heard. Yes, my heart. I was not thinking with my brain or my values. I was just thinking that he needed a way out and I needed a way to save my kid before I died. So I made a deal with the devil, so to speak. He gave me money from a dirty cop that he had killed and I would take his place and die for him. He could start over as me and be given a chance to be a good man by a good man. You are the only person I trust enough to help him. If you tell anyone about what I have done, the police will go and get the money that Daniel needs for the treatments. Diane will not return to Tulsa. I believe that Jax is a good man who had to do bad things because of where he grew up and what he was groomed into being. I know in my heart that when he becomes me, he will be a good man. He will be a better cop than I am because he has been on the other side of the law all of his life. He knows the tricks of the trade. He just needs your help and guidance to survive and learn to flourish as me. I would never trust anyone else with this secret. I hate that I am burdening you with this task but you are the only one that I am sure can do it. Thank you so much for helping him become me and in turn helping my Daniel live. Your less amazing and deceased friend, Danny Weir.” Kari read these words and tears streamed down her face. She was heartbroken that her best friend was at a place of no return. She was heartbroken that he left her to do these unspeakable and illegal acts. Most importantly, she was heartbroken that Danny was gone. He was the last connection she had to David and now there was nothing left. It was just her, alone, with some blue eyed criminal who had bounced through life on his good looks and charm. “Fuck!” she thought. “How in the hell am I ever going to be good enough to pull this shit off?” However, she was determined to try because Danny wanted her to and Daniel’s life depended on it. She folded the letter back and stuck it inside her Bible. She knew it would take an act of God to pull this masquerade off. She was determined to make it happen so she wandered into her bedroom and set the alarm for 5:50am, the exact time that Danny got up every morning. She curled up to her pillow and drifted off to sleep. Tomorrow would be a beginning of a long journey that would either grow success or total destruction.

Kari’s alarm went off at 5:50am. Danny was an on the dot type of person. He had everything figured out to how much time it would take to do things. She crawled out of bed, put on her robe, and headed to the room across the hall. She walked to Jax and said, “Wake up, Danny. This is the time you wake up every morning. It is time for you to head to the kitchen and make breakfast. You are a very punctual sort so you must jump your happy ass out of that bed right now or I am headed to the kitchen to get a glass of ice water to force you out of that fucking bed. Do you understand me now, Danny?” Jax rubbed his eyes and ran his hand down to his impeccable chest to his testicles. He gave his balls a good scratch and said, “Damn Darlin’! You are definitely a hard ass. Do I have to go by Danny? Can I go by Dan or something else?” “No.” Kari said, “You have to go by Danny. Your grandfather was Big Dan. Your dad was Dan Jr. You are Danny. Your son is Daniel. It is a family name. You just have to get used to it. A young man like you should not take offense to being called Danny. Really?” “Hell, I had to ask,” Jax said, “I just wanted to be something different since I am a man who just got cured of Stage 4 brain cancer, got a divorce, and lost my kid. You would think that I might want to change my identity.” “Suck it up, Buttercup! You are Danny, you ungrateful little fucker. Deal with it, shithead, and… “Kari yelled. Tears were streaming down her face and she could not control her grief or her rage with him. Jax stood up out of bed and put his arms around her to hug her. She just beat him about his chest and cried. She finally calmed down enough to cry and lean into his hug. She just kept repeating, “You are Danny. You have to be.” Once Kari regained her composure, she told Jax to head to the shower. She headed into the kitchen to make some breakfast and get started on turning this bad man into her beloved best friend.

Breakfast was always a time when Danny and Kari would gear up for the day. Since he was an investigator and she was a criminal profiler for DHS, they worked a great deal of cases together. They would have a full breakfast. Danny felt that a big relaxing breakfast set the tone for the day. Kari went into the kitchen and started cooking. She made bacon, eggs, pancakes, hash browns, and sliced fresh fruit. She made coffee that was so strong, it nearly stirred itself. She got the paper and left it folded beside Danny’s seat. She looked at the empty chair and tried not to cry. That was Danny’s chair. The handsome young man in the shower was not Danny yet but he would be. She had a month to make him into her best friend. She had to keep reminding him that Jax Teller was dead. The young man came swaggering into the kitchen wearing a t-shirt and baggy jeans. He had on a belt and steel toed boots. Kari looked up at him and thought, “How in the fuck am I going to turn this hoodlum into a G-man in less than a month? I am fucking crazy for trying.” Jax sat down in the chair that she had obviously made for him. He flashed that sexy little smirk at her and said, “Good Morning, Darlin’. This is really an amazing spread that you have laid out here. I normally just get some strong coffee and the maybe a little something to remove the hair of the dog, if you get my drift. So, tell me, Kari. What am I supposed to be doin’ right now, as Danny?” Kari said, “Well, unless you are undercover, you never dress like that. You are normally wearing dress pants and a long sleeved button up shirt. You wear a tie, nearly always.” Jax looked at her in disgust and said, “Really? Okay, I guess I will have to change if we go out in public. I assume you are afraid to send me out in public as Danny alone. It is alright. I get it. I would not let anyone out of my sight if my life was on the line either. I would have to trust first.” Kari said, “Yes, you are right. You will have to change if we go anywhere. We normally look over the paper and talk about the current cases we are working. We fuel up on a hardy breakfast and head out to work. Danny took off eight weeks from work to go to California to get things settled there and to recover from the experimental treatments he is receiving. We can explain your early return by saying that Diane wanted you gone. She blamed you for Daniel’s cancer and could not look at you. The divorce will give us a reason for you staying out the entire eight weeks.” Jax mumbled something under his breath while he was eating his breakfast.

#soa #original fanfiction #jax teller

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@grungedyke Tumblr own’t let me reblogged, and i’m not sure if its being dumb or you blocked

Thanks for showing up dumbass. Your presence and your type of thinking in that server is like a tumor, do you realize that? You’re a spineless liar if you think a member saying they were leaving is “strongarming” someone, and those mods are truly either desperate or foolish to keep you in there. No wonder people are uncomfortable with the environment in there – you and other active users have a habit of distorting any disagreement into violent persecution while pretending everything on your side is completely “valid” and brave.

I’m allowed to stay because i don’t break rules. Even now, this isn’t breaking rules. I rarely interact with minors in the server unless they directly talk to me first. But please go off about how I’m terrible for thinking that demanding a mod force someone to stop unhealthy coping, and cropping that out is bad.

My claim that rules are more heavily enforced is directly addressing the fact that i have gotten in trouble for things i legit forget. Ie. THe server does not allow the word b*tch. So often i’ll type “bitching about’ and get a warning from dyno. Thats p fucking strict. I’ve also phrased things v poorly, and been told to either delete the message or clarification, I often opt to EDIT THE INFORMATION because I know exclus will screenshot the bad one, and not the new one. But okay.

Recently a rule has been implimented for triggers, telling us that server anouncemnts will be modifed with new triggers/squick as they appear. Now if you have issues with these instances of rules, please go take that up with the mods.

Now, as for your screenshot, yes, I did tell them to archive it, and how I’ve both handled people baying for blood over the art of 2 ocs in a server in the past. I locked the channel, put an NSFW ban in place, and then *archived them* something I’m surprised you are more grateful for. Considering not only would archiving the channel would keep the good advice (ie yes use lube, do not use soap like in fanfic etc.) along with the bad that yall screenshotted before.

You may pretend to be nice, but that typical tendersoft nerd innocent-white-person shit does not stop you from being predatory.

There is no pretending. I genuinely believe it or not, believe in being nice to just about everyone I come across. That includes you, or a stranger on the bus or even someone walking by my house in a fucking ski mask. Being polite, and kind is just something I believe in. Until you give me beyond a reasonable doubt, I don’t even owe you basic compassion, then you’re gonna get it. Yes, that includes for big mistakes like not having age roles when you were finding your feet in discord moderation. That includes, people like you, who are trying to accuse me of “preserving gross content” when the reality is archiving a chat is a neutral suggestion because it favors no one. But i see, clearly i should go around kicking random babies and yelling don’t touch me. Because clearly if i’m not openly 100% mean to everyone, i must have some ulterior motive for my kindness right?

Can you name a single change to the rules aside from this recent “keep all the messages and let the adults keep reading them” shite?

See the above. In the past when users got banned all their messages would be deleted. They started keeping this for context. Then there's last year where someone decided to doxx a bunch of discords and said “Btw I did this bc uwuw you don’t edit screenshots” it took two weeks to give or take for mods to come to a verdict on what to do. So they made the rule that screenshots may not have their og username in them. Based on this, alone, i suspect the nsfw channels and sex ed might not be reopened for a similar period of time until the mods make new rules and clarify old ones.

It’s irrelevant and maybe even suspicious for you to bring up the wrongdoings of people who are completely unrelated to this situation. You’re already deflecting onto other people, offering no evidence of the “context,” and bitching on behalf of the mods. If you were in any way committed to safety or improving the situation, you wouldn’t be bringing up random people and downplaying things you obviously witnessed.

“offering no evidence of the context” for someone in the server you would know a handful of things about me 1) mobile tumblr is hell and i attach information from pc once I can. 2) I was out of town for someone so eager to screenshot me funny how you were so eager to forget that information.

So heres screenshot 1

Funfact i did not, and still don’t know what agere is. Now i will say my stance on cgl is that its not for me. I don’t like it, i don’t want to hear about it. But as long as both participates are 18, i also don’t need to know about it. Now if a minor was in chat, said “i participate in cgl with my partner” i would full stop be like what the fuck. And would leave if the mods decided to condone it, but that isn’t what happened. But you can see the mods do point out that if an unhealthy relationship or it was discussed at all outside of nsfw- channels they would be warned, banned, or reported.

Then there is the obvious mention that age regression isn’t a consenting adult, yeah. Ya dang right it not motherfucker. But let's talk about the word AGERE in relation to this. I’ve never once heard that there is a special word for nonsexual coping mechanism. So like damn, I’ll just add that into my vocabulary.

But I didn’t know that word exists, me saying “non sexual cgl” or “coping cgl” is literally me acknowledging that I find that eh but ultimately okay between consenting adults who are not aged regressing vs sexual cgl.

screen shot 2

In this a user tries to suggest the mods have a moral obligation to inform someone its “unhealthy” when mods point out that no they do not, but nor do they allow users to go off telling everyone “Oh cgl is a great coping mechinism you should do it to.”

Which is important. Because again, I hate cgl, but I also am of the mind that, i can’t stop it. I outright can’t, so no i’m not gonna get involved in someones personal road to recovery and be like “you’re disgusting”. I can however tell them to keep it away from me, and not to discuss it in channels minors can see. (a policy that has been in place for a while now.)

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More of the mods not condoning it, and stating p clearly that policies have changed since 2017/early 2018. I’ve been in the server since july 2018ish. And things have been nearly constantly evolving.

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Mods again emphasizing that you can find the policy changes since the messages have changed. Because that is important. They confined this to other channels. Why they didn’t delete the information in sexed, i can’t actually say one way or another. They might have kept it because they believe in mistakes of that caliber being left alone. But you also have no evidence for why they kept the og messages.

But the reason, i consider what herpcourse did lying by omission, is herpcourse led you to believe the above screenshots were out in the open. The ones i just posted happened in some random channel. They did not, they happened in an age locked channel. That only adults are in. And mods are under no obligation to 1) be your personal therapist, 2) nor are they obligated to go “uwu reminder cgl in all situations no matter what is disgusting you dirties” because doing so is preformative. One of the mods is squicked by it just like me. But please go off about how admitting past mistakes happened, refusing to performatively disown something, and refusing to tell anyone who mentions it in the age locked channels is actually gross and unhealthy when you know nothing about them is bad.

I did not, in fact, witness anything in sexed, because I don’t go there. I only witnessed the stuff that followed herpcourse callout, which means the above messages. I have sexed muted.

I also didn’t bring up random people I brought up a known predator who is on youtube, actually sends salacious photos to minors, and is p safe to say fucking gross, my point was there are actual sharks in the water, please stop focusing on the tuna. Because you can surprise, call out both behaviors. But i’ve yet to see an exclus call out someone like pkrussel, instead choosing to focus on people who might have a seemingly large following in one community. Me pointing out sharks in the beach and asking you to stop focusing on tuna, is not telling you to ignore the tuna.

I’m only as committed to this situation as anyone can be, which isn’t v much considering I’ve yet to witness someone grooming a minor in gen chat. Or witnessed them grooming minors at all. The only skin i have in this game is the following: Minors still being allowed access to decent sex-ed resources and being allowed to ask questions. And 2) my own personal discomfort with all cgl. My hope is that rules do become more clear, maybe only discussion of sex ed by users to be direct questions only. Meaning a minor can come in ask a direct question and receive a direct answer. Which while not ideal sex ed, is sitll better than what i got, what you probably got, and what they’re likely getting (if getting any at all)

The mods are not level-headed and not passive when they actually care and think they have control. They’re cowardly, that’s the difference. They literally got more mad over someone making fun of one of their icons and a minor saying genuine trauma with the q slur is possible.

I don’t expect them to be 100% level headed. I’d honestly be kinda upset if they didn’t display emotions when shit like this happens. But please give me a source on the icon thing (which btw, no you shouldn’t make fun of people, period) and for the minor saying ‘queer can have trauma’ bc I do think it can. But if you join fya, you can’t request it be tagged as qlur. Because there is a lot o discussion not only of queer as a personal identity but also queer as a history. Which means groups like queer nation, or shows today like queer eye. And just like I hope if I’m discussing the motorcycle gang made up of lesbians called dykes on bikes and their history, you’d not want me to censor, or remove their history and accomplishments by calling them “d-slur on bikes uwu” you don’t expect me to censor the discussion above. But to my knowledge, the denial is not “queer isn’t used as a slur” its “queer as an identity deserves respect, and to insist its evil is to take the word our oppressors used and give it back to them.”

Also what’s with you specifically and always bringing up “afab” as a gotcha descriptor in arguments? What are you trying to say?

Bc lets be real, when you talk about ddlg, you’re talking about an afab person dressing up as a child and calling her partner daddy while he fucks her most times. Didn’t know to point out the difference between that and agere was in fact a “gotcha” based purely on the agab of the person. But okay.

You need to leave and delete your five blogs from anywhere you can speak to minors like yesterday.

Okay, what are the five blogs? Bc I’m only aware of...literally none that interact with minors in conscious effort.

I highly doubt there’s any reason for them to have changed, considering the execrable atmosphere in that server, so here’s a screenshot of one mod (toytulini) going Karen mode along with a bunch of other 20+ year olds while the minor they were targeting tried to defuse the situation as mentioned above.

What is the context? Bc i legit don't’ see any. I see them arguing, btu about what, I don’t know, if i was involved myself, I do not remember. So again, not much of a smoking gun. It looks like they were trying to get someone to actually *understand* what was being said, but that wasn’t appearing to happen. But again, missing context such as what the argument was about, why that started, so on so forth. also if the person was told not to argue there, yeah, they should have moved it. as per server rules, there are channels to argue in, that wasn’t one. So no matter the context, if they were breaking rules, and did not move when requested, yes, they should be given a ban based on whatever the conversation topic was.

Now, i’ve provided evidence. I’m gonna go to bed, please feel free to dm me here if you need me to clarify anything or want to throw out accusations about how being kind must be predatory af since i’m barely an adult and adults lose compassion after becoming 18.

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