Thank-you sentences for starrykid; âden mom Black Zeroâ.
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"Oh, yeah, that was like . . . a thing, also," Superboy says, half making a face and half just outright wincing. "A real weird thing, for the record. Normal people don't collect themselves like new-in-box action figures, dude. So like, I feel great about what a creep of a supervillain I'd apparently be if it ever came up, very reassuring shit to learn about myself there."
"Would you have rather I murdered them all?" Black Zero asks dryly.
"I don't know, man, it just would've been less weird if you'd murdered them!" Superboy says in exasperation. "Like you murdered plenty of other people!"
"You're still conflating warfare with murder," Black Zero says.
"And I am gonna keep conflating warfare with murder as long as you were the dude personally starting the warfare!" Superboy snaps, throwing his hands up. "You didn't have to keep doing that, asshole! You only maybe had to do it the first time, and probably not even then!"
"I'm aware that's an opinion you've been given," Black Zero says. None of the other Superboys had grown up enough to find out how their worlds were inevitably going to treat them and everyone like them, when their worlds found out just what Cadmus had made. This one's no different from the rest. None of them have been, after all.
But this one's going to grow up, and Black Zero will be here for it.
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generally, bright colors on an amphibian is a warning, does patton have some sort of poison? hes very colorful
Logan: Patton is a red-eyed tree frog. They are not poisonous and developed their colors to scare predators away. This is lucky for us, as Patton is very fond of giving hugs.
donation drive commission for @starrykid with the prompt: Remus dealing with intrusive thoughts and the others helping him through it.
warnings: canon setting, intrusive thoughts (a fair amount), gore mentions, implications of thoughts of self harm, Remus Going Thru It
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Before, whenever he had a Bad Day, it was just more fuel on the trash fire that was his brain.Â
It was routine: Remus would wake up with a litany of grotesque images on the back of his eyelids, present every time he blinked or squeezed his eyes shut in frustration. These thoughts werenât the fun kind of gross, the type that was fascinating or funny. They werenât fun because he didnât choose them, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldnât get rid of them if he didnât like them.Â
Guess that was how everyone else felt about you. Remus mashed a pillow over his own face as though it would muffle his own mind. What a stupid thought. He was a luxury few could afford, thank-you-very-much!
Back then, as soon as possible, he would find someone else in the Mindscape to bother, because if he had to deal with the awful thoughts carving and chipping away at the inside of his skull, it was only fair to share.Â
That was before, when things had been black and white and he could be a monster all he pleased because it wasnât like anyone else thought differently. It wasnât like Thomas thought differently.Â
Until he did.
And now they were all in one muddled up Mindscape and the others were trying, making an effort to clot their own bad habits and setting a place for him at the table. It was slow-going, like shoving a square peg into a circular hole, but it was also the most heâd ever had. Until something splintered, he was going to soak in every minute of it.Â
Or at least, that was his plan, up until he hit another Bad Day like a semi truck hit thrice-dead roadkill.Â
Same thoughts, same pounding (heh) headache. The difference was, now he couldnât go word-vomit all over the nearest Side until he felt a little less like he was drowning. He was working to keep the delicate peace in his own way, and that meant not bothering the others with his⌠himself-ness on days like these.Â
He couldnât stay in his room all day, though. For one it was boring, and for two, ever since theyâd all agreed to try and cohabitate, Patton and Janus in particular were insistent on checking in if anyone acted strange. Cooping up in his room and not being his usual fantastically sickening and outrageous self would definitely pop up on their radar. If that happened, there was no way he could fool Janus outright. He preferred his own brand of frank honesty anyways, so clearly the only solution was to behave normally enough that nobody looked twice.Â
His version of normal, anyhow.Â
He groaned loudly and then dragged in a breath, manifesting a pair of slippers that looked uncannily like dead fish onto his feet. He would just have to put his excellent acting skills to use.Â
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Remusâs willpower was put to the test as soon as he reached the kitchen. A new record of his ability to destroy plans, this must be why Janus never told him anything.Â
Patton was spinning himself in circles on one of the round stools by the bar counter, humming a cartoon theme brightly to himself. At the stovetop, Virgil was sedately flipping pancakes, an easy set to his shoulders that meant he had probably recently taken a long-overdue nap in Loganâs room.
Normally, Remus would already be halfway into teasing the hell out of him, but now his brain felt scrambled with panic. Virgil was particularly susceptible to getting dragged into the cycle of intrusive thoughts on days like these, which meant the anxious Side was the last one he wanted to run into at the moment.Â
Two birds with one brick, his stupid hell brain suggested slyly. Send Virgil into a spiral and then itâll be him who gets nagged, his fault for ruining the friendly atmosphere.Â
Stop it. Remusâs face twitched into a self-directed snarl for a moment, and he forced the thought away as Patton finally slowed his rotation to smile dizzily at him.Â
âRemus! Good morning!âÂ
Virgil glanced over his shoulder, sending Remusâs heart rate briefly into the triple digits. Be normal be normal be normal. âHey, Re. Morning.â
He didnât even notice. So much for being your friend. If youâre subtle enough, you could sidle up behind him and smash his face into the hot burnerâ
âWHATâS UP, FUCKERS!â Remus shouted, teeth spread in a too-wide grin. He bounced into the kitchen, depositing an assorted handful of teeth (his preferred currency) into the swear jar before Patton could say anything, and planted himself on the middle bar stool.Â
Patton scooted one stool closer to be next to him, because of course he did. Remus resisted the urge to start prying out handfuls of hair, his own orâ no. Toned down, he was keeping it toned down. Buttcheek on a stick, this was difficult.
âWant to spin with me?â Patton asked, shifting antsily from side to side with barely contained energy.Â
âWhoever pukes first wins?â Remus replied automatically, and felt a bright burst of giddy joy when Patton giggle-snorted instead of recoiling.Â
âI think upchuck is actually supposed to mean you lose your lunch and the spinning contest, kiddo.âÂ
Of course it did. You were designed to be the loser, even if you try to change the rules.Â
Remus knew that this time Patton had spotted the way his lips twitched down into a grimace, but before the fatherly side could say anything, there was the clink of ceramic plates on the counter in front of them.Â
âNo spinning and/or vomiting if you want to eat my pancakes,â Virgil demanded, wielding a spatula threateningly at them as he clicked the stovetop off. âWeâll never hear the end of it from Princey if he has to reconjure all the furniture.âÂ
Irrational, heated anger burned through him. Like Virgil could do anything to stop you. Social interaction was enough to give the guy a panic attack, he couldnât tell Remus to do or not do anythingâÂ
âYou good, Re?â Virgil asked, and he jerked, avoiding the other Sideâs gaze as though eye contact would expose his thoughts. After a beat too long, his mind finally caught up with the plate in front of him.Â
His pancake was covered in a truly disgusting amount of cheese and ketchup, the way he always requested it back when theyâd all been Dark Sides. Despite the fact that he always made a face back then, Virgil had made a point to remember, had done it without asking.Â
Like ravenous wolves, his thoughts instantly turned against him.Â
Pathetic. How could you think things like that about people who trust you? You shouldnât even be here, pretending to be a person. You deserve everything coming to you.Â
His hand made it halfway to the fork sitting innocently next to his plate before he remembered himself. Virgil was still looking at him, clearly having caught the motion, and Remus lowered his hand, white-knuckled.Â
âMe, good? Thatâs a funny one, V-mo!â he tried to joke, but the odd edge to his voice made it fall flat. Virgil was outright frowning now, and out of the corner of his vision Pattonâs eyebrows were drawing together.
âWhatâs wrong?â Virgil asked, his frame tight with tension and his gaze drilling into Remus. âAre you hurt?âÂ
âI could be!â Remus blurted, trying to keep his tone saucy but ending up with something closer to desperate. âYou ever think maybe bashing my skull in would be better than having to deal with its contents?â
The two of them winced, and he knew heâd given himself away completely. Shit.
Virgil reached out, and then stopped himself before he could make contact. Can you blame him? Jumping into an electrified tank of leeches would be more comfortable than willingly exposing himself to you.Â
Something of his internal diatribe must have shown on Remusâs face, because Virgilâs hesitant expression flickered into regret.
âShit,â he swore, and this time Patton didnât chide him. âI canât-- I donât want to send you into a spiral, Re. If I touch you, weâre just going to be stuck in a feedback loop of bad thoughts.âÂ
âLike how youâre perpetually stuck in 2009?â Remus offered, instead of listing all the ways he could feasibly remove Virgilâs eyes from their sockets. It would almost be fun, if it wasnât his friendâs eyes he was contemplating prying out with a spoon handle.Â
Virgilâs lips pulled up slightly. âYeah, just like that. Iâm gonna go get the others. Theyâll be able to help you for real.âÂ
He sunk out, and Remusâs head started to ache more severely as terrible and often gory predictions for the future began to crowd his mind. He shoved his hands into the roots of his hair and tugged ferociously.Â
âHey, buddy, you shouldnât pull on your hair like that,â a concerned voice chimed in. Remus had almost forgotten Patton was still there, sitting only a seat away.Â
He pulled harder on his hair, both out of spite and to distract himself from the urge to summon a weapon and see if Patton would still look at you with so much pity if you shanked his ass and tied his intestines into little bows.Â
âHey, what do you call a seasick croc?â Patton asked, abruptly enough that Remus managed to shake his train of thought. He glanced up to look at the Heart, who offered him a tremulous mischievous smile. âA crocobile.âÂ
Remus snorted, and Pattonâs smile seemed to firm up.Â
âHow about, why do ducks have tail feathers?â the moral Side asked in that same leading tone.Â
Remus thought for a minute. ââCause otherwise theyâd lose their balance in flight and go splat against the nearest window?âÂ
âI mean, maybe, but also!â Patton held up a finger for emphasis. âThey have tail feathers to cover their⌠butt-quacks.â
There was a beat of anticipation where they both stared at each other, and then Remus threw his head back and outright cackled. Patton fist pumped in delight.Â
âI thought you might like that one, kiddo,â he said, beaming. Before Remus could reply, possibly with an atrocious pun of his own, Roman strode into the room.Â
There was a brief, awkward pause as the two of them made eye contact. Patton looked rapidly between them with concern, and Remus couldnât blame him. Even now, their one-on-one interactions tended to end with vicious spats. They were too good, too practiced at pressing each other's buttons to settle into the newfound peace easily.Â
â... Bad one?â he finally asked, as though he could spot the wrong-evil-awful all over Remus from a mile away. Remus felt his expression drop into an irritable glower worthy of Anxiety, but before he could retort, Roman was seating himself primly on the communal couch.  Â
He ran his hand through the hair at the nape of his neck in a nervous habit Remus constantly teased him about, and then straightened his shoulders and patted the cushion next to him. âIâll⌠like when we were kids. If you want.âÂ
Despite Pattonâs confused head tilt, Remus got it immediately, and ignored the screaming violence in his head in favor of bodily throwing himself over the couch, jostling the hell out of his brother and eliciting a Grade-A Bitchface from him in the process. Remus grinned maliciously in return.
âDo the one that looks like a snake,â he demanded, running a hand through his hair and lengthening it. Of course, in addition, thick clumps of hair ended up falling out entirely, leaving weird-feeling bald patches that might have been interesting if heâd actually intended to create them.Â
âOn purpose or donât want it?â Roman asked, echoing a familiar question from their childhood. It had been a royal decree, before they grew so divided, that one had to ask before âfixingâ anything the other did, just in case it was on purpose.Â
âHow are you supposed to braid what isnât there?â Remus grumbled, gnawing on the inside of his cheek as he unwillingly imagined restapling his hair to his skull. âDonât want it.âÂ
Roman dragged his fingers through Remusâs hair, lengthening it until it was long enough to do all sorts of stupid-complicated braids. He also made the new hair unforgivably glossy and apple-scented, but Remus could get him back for that later, when he was sure it wouldnât be (nails through nasal cavities, a cloud of suffocating darkness, decaying hands pulling you down into freshly turned soil and burying you alive) disproportionate retribution.Â
Two braids later, Logan appeared, rising up in the mindscape with his tie perfectly aligned but lab goggle imprints around his eyes. He only took a moment to absorb the scene, as though it was normal that everyone was crowding around Remus attentively. âVirgil informed me that you could use some assistance?âÂ
Remus snorted. âMaybe you can perform some impromptu brain surgery to stop me thinking? Hey, if you donât use anesthetic, I promise not to squirm too much, doc.â
âI donât believe that manâs ever been to medical school,â Roman quoted absently, still caught up in combining three braids together into one.Â
Logan rolled his eyes. âRegardless of my unfortunately lacking PhD status, I believe brain surgery to âstop one thinkingâ is also colloquially referred to as an induced coma.âÂ
âPerfect!â Remus cheered, and then yelped when Roman tugged on his hair harshly in retribution. Patton was making that half-pitiful, half-furious face that he always made whenever the emo talked bad about himself, strangely enough.
âThere are plenty of adjectives I could use to describe such a solution, but none of them would be âperfectâ, Remus,â Logan continued. âA more effective and patient-friendly answer would be addressing your irritating or harmful thoughts through the use of various mental health tactics.âÂ
Easy for him to say. âThat might work for Tommy-boy, but I am the harmful or irritating thoughts, remember?âÂ
âFalsehood.â Logan declared, proving that no matter what aspect of Thomas they were, the Sides were all dramatic theater kid bastards at heart. âIt has become increasingly clear that while we all formed to handle certain tasks or aspects, we are all increasingly complex at heart. None of us can be diminished to simply one trait. In the same way that Virgil is much more than the experience of anxiety, there is no logical reason to reduce yourself to the thoughts that you struggle with.âÂ
Remus shook his head, though he wasnât sure what part of the assertion he was resisting. Logan folded himself into a sitting position and reached over for Remusâs hand, his touch grounding.Â
âYouâve gotten through days like this before. Youâll continue to do so after,â Logan told him.Â
âI got through Bad Days by making everyoneâs day bad,â Remus retorted. âIâm not you, but Iâm not stupid. Nobody wants me making it into a communal event.âÂ
âThatâs what familyâs for though,â Patton said, shifting closer from his own spot on the rug. âListening. Helping. Having each otherâs backs when things get tough!âÂ
Loganâs grip didnât falter. Romanâs presence was solid at his back. Remus was beginning to wonder if heâd snorted something hallucinogenic recently.
âThe sentiment is admirable, if a bit hypocritical,â a familiar voice chimed in, and Remus looked up to see Janus leaning elegantly against the kitchen archway. Virgil elbowed his way past, ruining the dramatic pose and flopping down on the couch next to Remus. He bumped his shoe against Remusâs leg in quiet camaraderie.
âHypocritical?â Logan echoed, raising an eyebrow.Â
âUnless youâd like to tell me that everyone here has no problems whatsoever asking for help or expressing vulnerability on their bad days,â Janus proposed, smugly.Â
Logan inclined his head slightly. âPoint.âÂ
âRegardless, that doesnât make Logic or Morality incorrect.â Janus looked at Remus intently. âNone of us are allowed to simply suffer in silence, anymore.â
âI didnât exactly suffer in silence before,â he pointed out, sounding uncannily sensible. Probably from the nerdâs proximity.Â
âThen you shouldnât have a problem now, hmm?â Janus replied.Â
Logan sighed at them all, collectively, in general. âLook at it from this angle, Remus. Your previous coping mechanism was generally detrimental due to your lack of options and isolation. Now, you have neither of those holding you back. With knowledge and assistance, you can only improve from here on out.âÂ
Now, that was doubtful. âAnd what if I donât, huh? What if I just get worse?âÂ
âThen weâll still be here.â Logan squeezed his hand, and Janus confirmed his words with a nod, and even though his mind was cluttered and overwhelming, they were all still there at his side without complaint.Â
theyre all youtube ones bc im not paying for SHIT fuck that !!! tw for like medical stuff / depiction of bad events (?) / mentions of gore n crime (possibly also showing gore(?) but i cant remember if any of them show anything bc i usually watch them while doing other things) etc etc bc theyre all either medical or crime/forensics stuff lmao
theralzumab documentary / munchausen by proxy documentary / fatal familial insomnia documentary (short) / luka magnotta (fifth estate) / emma fillipoff (fifth estate) / nurse elizabeth wettlaufer (fifth estate) / hungerford massacreÂ
some r long and some r shorter but these r a few ones ive seen tht i rly remember! dont rly have âfavouritesâ bc with the nature of the content i feel lke saying..favourites is weird but these are the ones i remember a bit more
i usually watch channels like eleanor neale ! she has a lot of comprehensive info on cases n shit but the content is heavy obviously
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