Mindscape

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John Oliver Buys $15M of Medical Debt for $60K and Forgives It All, Because He Could

Once again John Oliver proves that you can do anything with money and lawyers

Oliver then proceeded to detail how with $50 and knowledge of the law he was able to successfully apply online to create a debt buying company named “Central Asset Recovery Professionals,” or as Oliver put it, “CARP” named after “a bottom-feeding fish.”

After setting up a rudimentary website for CARP, the satirical, but still real company was offered a $15 million package of medical debt for $60,000.

Oliver explained that the debt was out of statute, which means it is the kind of debt that a collector can only continue to collect, but not sue the debtor for.

Then, instead of chasing down the 9,000 debtors in the debt package as a normal collection agency would, Oliver decided to stage the largest one-time giveaway in television history and work with the nonprofit RIP Medical Debt to forgive the $15 million with no consequences for the debtors.

[helloquirks]

Okay but now I know what I want to do of I get rich?

[beabaseball]

You dont have to be rich to do a bit of this actually

RIP Medical Debt is a charity (and therefore takes donations). They buy the rights to medical debt and then forgive them. So far they’ve forgiven over 1B in medical debt.

So a little ray of hope for someone out there today.

[shayvaalski]

Donating $10 buys $1,000 of medical debt. This is real, it works, and we’ve done it ourselves. You can too.

[yummy-tummy-time]

As of June 29, 2024, the charity is still active under a new name, Undue Medical Debt

[spiralarray]

Signal Boost!!!

[ffcrazy15]

If you’re Catholic this is a great thing to do for the Jubilee year by the way. Forgive debts and set captives free!

[bringmemyrocks]

Now renamed as Undue Medical Debt:

Undue Medical Debt Homepage

Undue Medical Debt makes it easy for donors to make an impactful difference in the lives of those struggling with medical debt.

[getvalentined]

I got a letter recently letting me know that a $3k medical bill from an emergency room visit in 2018 had been purchased by Undue Medical Debt and destroyed. Gone forever. They were very clear that I didn’t have to do anything, but they would appreciate it if I would talk to people about it to spread the word about what they were doing. Fucking phenomenal.

[leebrontide]

I got $2k erased last year!

[chronicgaywizard]

please oh please mr wizard, I adore your smut, but i beg of you a sickfic

Im genuinely so dizzy rn please wizard I need this my spells are kinda bookless

You don’t go to anybody else on base, when your body starts to betray you. It’s an obvious choice- the others too mean, too “toughen up soldier” for your sick state of mind that would surely end in you choking Ghost out. He does that a lot- likes to force on soldier’s habits to you even though you’re just a civilian working on contract. Pushing papers, keeping things neat and tidy and blacking out Price’s more.. illegal habits in missions.

Soap was too annoying, pushing and pushing you cause he didn’t believe in sickness unless you were blowing out of both ends- explosions were his only language for better or for worse.

So you avoid everyone, keep your head down and pain meds on standby as you hole up in your little office- too dizzy to stand any more than you had to. Everyone keeps asking about you, peeking in only to scurry off when you hiss and yowl until they leave you be. Even price is thrown out, pouting when you swat away his stern hand and brush him off.

So they send their secret weapon, your Achilles heel in a cute little cap.

Gaz cracks open your door, and you snap instinctually. “Piss off, ‘m not in the mood.”

Your eyes flicker up when you hear his soft laugh, relief on your face as he shuts the door behind him. His hand reaches out and shuts off the overhead light immediately, only the window lighting your dank little office. The blinds are shut tight, a relief to your thundering migraine.

“Heard you were feeling a bit under the weather, puppy. Y’want some tea? Honey included,” the man coos, and you can’t help the way you nod, tears already pricking at your eyes. It’s not fair how fast you fall apart, the others pout as they listen through the door. Hiccuping and burying yourself in Gaz’s shoulder as he picks you up to take your place in your chair- settling onto his wide lap like you were made just to sit there.

“Feel bad,” you whimper, the headache throbbing against your skull dulling slightly as his full lips press sweet kisses against your forehead. “I know, pup- take a sip, yeah? Let’s keep the lights off for a bit, give that little puppy brain of yours a break,” he murmurs, kissing away the tears that drip down your cheeks and pressing the to go cup to your lips.

You drink dutifully, then take the metal cup in your hand to nurse it. Huffing pitifully as Gaz shushes you, “it’s okay, I’m here. All nice and warm for you, hm?” His voice is rich like the honey in your tea, and you can’t help the way you melt against him and close your eyes.

His arms keep you wrapped up in his lap, nuzzling your hair as he smirks at the door- listening to the whispers of Soap’s frustration about not being your favorite through the wood. Twat.

[other-fandoms-reblogs]

I love this.

There should be a continuation of where Gaz is begged and bribed to explaining teach them the things you like when you’re sick or angry or whatever moods or even just in general, and they’re all taking literal notes. They share them to make sure they didn’t miss anything. They start conspiratorially quizzing each other about your preferences behind your back.

Gaz just smirks smugly at them when he gets to cuddle, hug, or kiss you when they’re near.

On missions, it’s worse. They start doing it while fighting through comms while Price having to remind them they’re in a mission. Once they’ve returned to exfil and heading back to base, they begin to discuss plans for when they return.

Doesn’t matter that you’re a civvie. They want you to be theirs and that’s it. You’re stuck. Preferably consensually or they’ll just figure out how to convince you, probably via Gaz. The three won’t admit that to him.

Gaz is so amused that it took this long for his polycule and squad to come to him.

He’s curious to see how things go when the four return. Will you miss just him and/or all of them?

😈

So many possibilities

[chronicgaywizard]

REBLOG OF HORNY EXCITEMENT OH MY GOD THATS SUCH A CUTE IDEA THEM QUIZZING EACH OTHER ON THE NEW DOGS TRAITS AND MOODS 😋😋😋

[chronicgaywizard]

Ghost can’t understand you today. Usually, you’re so boisterous, loud and excited and laughing. Sure, a bit excitable for a beta, but none of them really fit into stereotypes. Today though, you’re acting like-

Well. Him.

Silent, eyes distant as you roll through the motions of the morning. It’s strange, to see you so skittish- arms folded like you’re hugging yourself. Like you’re keeping all your insides in, desperately not trying to let your guts spill out. The others all notice pretty quick, Soap visibly deflating when you don’t laugh at his usual antics. When he reaches out- you stand, letting out some kind of half assed excuse that your breakfast isn’t sitting well.

You end up hiding in your garage most of the day, fixing their gear up- exchanging parts, counting ammo. It helps, physically doing something you know will make a difference. You don’t answer the group chat, or their individual texts. You’re just.. a black hole. A pit of this strange emptiness, your scent stale and brittle- like dead grass. He wishes your pheromones were stronger, wishes he could understand you better.

When you skip lunch, Ghost decides it’s enough. The hangar is silent when he opens the back entrance- large garage door shut tight, like you were in a cocoon. No music, just the sound of a welding machine and distant sparks from under one of your little personal projects. He knows you can smell his scent- the way it sours when you don’t stop working and sit up.

“Hey.” He grunts, nudging your foot. The sound of the welder clicks off, and you slowly slide out on your creeper. You don’t lift up the welding mask, a black pit of nothing for Ghost to grasp onto.

“You skipped lunch.” He grunts, his scent souring more when you look away instead, shrugging your shoulders.

“Wasn’t hungry.”

“Weren’t hungry at breakfast either. You broken?” His voice sounds far harsher than he means, and he can tell it’s not working when you roll back under the hood of your project again.

“I’m fine, Ghost. I’ll just eat later,” you growl, and he probably should leave it at that. His broken instincts click and spark in the back of his skull though, an urge to examine his pack mate- soothe them, maybe.

How did Gaz usually do it? His nest was always clean and nice, he usually coaxed Ghost into laying down and taking a nap in the omega’s nest. He purred too, let Ghost relax on his chest and fall asleep to the vibrations.

Hm.

That must be what you needed.

You let out a shout that Ghost ignores when he yanks you back out from under the car. You thrash and kick at the alpha, snarling and yowling when he yanks off your welding mask-

“Simon- quit it- let go-!”

Puffy eyed. Your face is red and wet, and those broken instincts are suddenly pounding at the inside of Simon’s skull. He lets out gargled chuffs, hugging your body tightly against his and rubbing his masked face against you. Your teeth try to sink into his shoulder, only to shudder when you get a face full of pheromones instead. Usually Simon isn’t very good at using his, relying more often on physical presence since his glands worked poorly on good days, too thick with scar tissue to properly fill a room.

Somehow, the need to soothe you makes something in him work- old alpha instincts that are gnarled and twisted howling with desperation. Of course your arms go limp, huffing and sucking in deep breaths of your lieutenant. It’s almost cute, how fast you settle against him- that snarling dog you were mere moments ago fading like smoke.

He carries you like that all the way back to Gaz’s nest, your body clinging tightly to his massive frame the omega yips and jumps at the sight of you two. Circling the pair of you, his own pheromones blanketing you as the man wraps you both in blankets.

“I knew something was wrong, you should have been honest, pup! Now look at you both, all tuckered out hm? Simon, you did such a good job, such a good alpha,” Kyle cooed, scratching under the man’s chin and pressing kisses against both of your heads. Simon’s rumbling became louder, pleased alpha mixing well with the omega’s calming scent. You felt high, drooling and blinking tiredly against Simon’s tit- his rumbling rattling your skull just slightly in this- super satisfying way.

Your eyes finally closed when Gaz curled up against the two of you, face tucked into your hair as you drifted off to sleep.

Maybe being cared for wasn’t so bad.

[soleis-arts]

Here’s Ghost calling Gaz mama because it’s hawt and I’m obsessed with them

Gaz on his back on the couch, lazily watching the movie they picked out for their calm night in. He’s got pillows propped behind his back and neck, so he doesn’t even have to keep his head lifted up to see the tv.

He’s as relaxed as could be, so he sighs when he hears the whimper from the crook of his shoulder. Simon’s got his face pressed there, hiding away as the rest of his naked body practically vibrates over Kyle. His heavy cock twitches where it’s buried inside of him, followed by an involuntary jerk of his hips, giving away his eagerness. Gaz pinches his side in correction, “what did I tell you, pup? Be good and let me watch the movie.”

Simon whines again, and tries his best to control his twitching hips, thighs tensing in effort not to move. Gaz can feel the big mutt’s shaky breaths against his chest, proud of how long he’s lasted, the movie’s been on for a whole thirty minutes, and just now is he getting antsy. And if he’s been clenching his hole on purpose in the past few minutes, just to see how Simon would react, well, his mutt certainly doesn’t need to know that.

Another clench from Kyle, played off as just adjusting, earns a gasping whine from deep in Simon’s throat, and another desperate twitch of his hips. Kyle pinches his asscheek this time, “still, pup.”

Simon mumbles something incomprehensible into his shoulder, and Kyle pulls his head up with a firm grip on his hair, “speak, mutt. What is it?”

Wet, shiny cow eyes meet Kyle’s gaze, “ple- please, Ky. I need- I need to move, please, ma, please,” his hips are really shaking now, Kyle can feel how tense Simon is, putting so much effort into obeying, sweet thing. Kyle stopped paying attention to the movie a while ago, much more interested in the little noises his boy was making, but he pretends to consider for a moment, before huffing and pushing Simon’s head back into his neck, “release.”

The sound that leaves Simon is one of pure relief, a gasp and a sob and a whimper all in one. His hips grind deeper, and in an instant he’s pumping them without rhythm, all grasping hands and mindless babbles, “th’nk you- thank you, ma- ngh, mama, thank you, oh yes, yes, oh m’ comi’n ma, ah!”

Simon’s moans rise in pitch as he comes, breaths coming in quick little pants against Kyle’s neck. He soothes the big man, petting his sweaty hair and murmuring encouragement as Simon keeps thrusting into overstimulation, “don’t stop, pup, that’s it. Keep moving those pretty hips.”

Simon shakes his head, whining in protest, “please, mama. I c’nt, please ‘s too much.”

Kyle’s lips press gently to the side of his head, shushing him, “shhh… you can. Don’t want me to have to take over, do you?” More vehement head shaking, and Simon’s hips pick up again, trying his best to keep some rhythm through quiet, hiccuping sobs.

Kyle can feel his own cock starting to harden in interest, firming up further than the half-chub he’s had since he slipped Simon into him at the start of the movie. He rolls his head to the side to whisper against his ear, “wanna make me cum, sweet boy?” He’s nodding before he even really comprehends the question, so eager to do anything for his love, his mama. Kyle laughs fondly, moves Simon’s hand from its bruising grip on his thigh to his cock pressed between them. Kyle sucks in a breath when a thumb strokes over his leaking tip, tipping his head back and just letting his pup please him.

The combination of a big, calloused hand on his cock, Simon rubbing against his prostate with every shaky thrust, and the delightful noises drawn from the mutt with each movement, Kyle reaches his peak in almost no time at all. His mouth falls open and his tummy tenses along with his hole, eliciting a cry from Simon as his sensitive cock is squeezed mercilessly, pushing him into another sobbing orgasm.

Once both their highs have faded, Kyle gives the command to “still,” again, and Simon all but collapses on top of him, muscles giving out as he hiccups and whimpers into Kyle’s skin. His softening cock stays in Kyle, not having the will to force his oversensitive prick through more friction just to separate. Kyle is more than happy to lay in the afterglow, appreciating the soft, pliant thing in his lap after their fun has been had. He strokes his fingers through Simon’s sweaty curls, brushing them away from where they stick to his forehead, and murmuring praise as his pup drifts off to sleep.

He’ll have to wake him in a little while to get them both off the couch and showered before bed, but for now Kyle can let him float under his attentive hands. The rest is well deserved, after all.

[chronicgaywizard]

REBLOG OF HOLY COW !!! MY PENIS ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[silver-bills-and-bent-quills]

Popular Yandere Best Friend × Insecure Loner Reader

86.

You couldn't believe it. You read it over and over, bright red ink a stark contrast against your scribbled writing and messy smudges.

86!

God, you could feel your heart racing. Suddenly those sleepless nights, the energy drinks strewn across your desk, the exhaustion that weighed down on your bones at all hours of the day- none of it mattered. This was proof, hope! Maybe, if you just kept on trying, then maybe-

"Luka! what did you get?"

Oh, right. How could you forget?

Your classmates had already begun crowding your desk. Not for you, of course. For Luka. Gorgeous, brilliant, perfect Luka. Someone so beyond your reach- yet, somehow, your best friend. Well, your only friend. But you weren't his only friend. Not by a long shot.

Luka was a magnet. Everyone adored him- his beauty, his grace, his drive. His soft, radiant smile- like rays of sun that melt away the overcast sky. His eyes, a brilliant autumnal hue, as if carved from fire itself. His gentle, grounded voice that cut through all chatter and made people listen. It was as if the room itself bent to accommodate him.

"Ah, not that good...I got a 92." he said, laughing softly.

A knot formed in your stomach. You told yourself, time and time again, don't compare yourself to him. You knew, before you'd even gotten the grades, you'd never beat him. You can't. You're not good enough. Then why did your throat close up? You expected this, didn't you? Heat welled behind your eyes.

God, you just wanted to leave.

The cheers and congratulations had died down. Just when you'd hope their conversation would shift elsewhere- "Oh, [Name], what about you?" Someone prompted. Shit.

Maybe she finally remembered you existed, maybe she felt it was rude to not ask you when you were right there. You didn't care. But it got Luka's attention, and when his attention was on you, everyone's was. You wished that the earth would swallow you whole.

"Hah...u-uh," 86 was good. It was objectively good. It shouldn't embarrass you to admit it. You didn't fail. Should you say that you were sick, so you couldn't study well? Should you play it off as not that good? But, no- that's what Luka did. Shit. "I-It's just an 86." You said, rubbing your neck. Why did that come out so awkward?!

You heard a cacophony of soft Ohs and unexcited Wows. Their gazes burned into you. They were comparing you two. You were sure of it. Ofcourse they would, you both were best friends, after all. You could only imagine what they must be thinking right now.'

Why would Luka hang out with someone like them?'

'How are they even friends?'

'He probably pitites them. He's too kind for his own good.'

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to steady your breathing. Fuck! Not in front of all these people-

"[Name]! Congrats!" Holy- Luka's joy almost startled you, bright eyed and all. You pictured a golden retriever. If he had a tail, he'd definitely be wagging it right now. "You've worked so hard! I'm so proud of you."

"T-thanks. Uh, you too." Only then did you realize that you'd completely forgotten to congratulate him earlier, and he'd shown such enthusiasm for you, too- God, you didn't deserve him.

Some dispersed, while the others changed their discussion into something else- a rare moment where all the attention wasn't on Luka. Sometimes, you'd wonder, more than you'd like to admit, why he still kept you around. You tried to make other friends, God, you did- you spoke to people, helped people, listened, but after a week or two, everyone was either too busy, too overwhelmed, or just straight up avoided you. It was...strange. They seemed almost afraid of you.

You felt a warm hand wrap around your own, pulling you out of your thoughts. You hated how easily he calmed you. You hated how much you needed him.

Especially since he clearly didn't need you.

"Hey...let's go to the café after school today. My treat!" That came out of nowhere. Well, you supposed it couldn't hurt. It had been a while since you'd gone somewhere together.

You've been so stressed lately with classes, exams, your things going missing...(you were still salty about your favorite jacket. Where could you have possibly placed it?) and this constant, persistent feeling of being watched. Sometimes, you'd see movement- behind the pole, in the bushes, always in the corner of your eye. Your imagination drove you mad.

Maybe a change of pace would help.

"Okay, who else?"

"Just us, hun. It's been so long, and well," He hesitated. "I want to talk."

"Huh? About what?" Is he finally sick of you? 'Hey, let's not hang out so often anymore.' No no no. If you lost him too-

"We barely get any alone time in college. You're so...closed off, nowadays. I can't stand it. It feels like we're...drifting apart."

Oh. Oh, shit.

He squeezed your hands tight. Uncharacteristically tight. "I miss you. Even though you're right here. There's this- this wall between us, now. I hate it. I want you back. I want us back," he sighed.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?" Oh, how you wish you could. "Clearly there's something, or...someone bothering you. If you won't tell me, I'll find out. But I deserve to hear it from you." He brought your hands closer. "Please, [Name]. Let me in."

There you saw it. The meek little kid who approached you in middle school during lunch, stuttering through his introduction, as he asked quietly if he could sit with you. Who wouldn't speak unless spoken to. Who only ever laughed with you. Now years later looking at you with eyes so hurt, begging you to tell him what's wrong.

"It's you," you blurt, immediately regretting those words as soon as you register the shock on his face.

"What?"

"No- no, I mean, shit, that came out wrong," you sigh. "Look, please don't be mad but...I guess I feel jealous of you, kinda." Well, can't back down now. "You're just...so popular and smart and kind and everyone likes you. I...don't exist to anyone. I guess I've just been feeling lonely." You can't believe you're saying this.

"Lonely? [Name], you have me."

"Yeah, and I value you as a friend but you're all I have. I want to have other friends, too. To hang out, chit-chat-"

"Well, we can hang out anytime you want. You don't need anyone else for that. Just call me, whenever you want, and I'll be there. I swear. Just like I've always been."

You didn't know what you were expecting. It's like talking to a wall. "You don't understand, Luka. I want to have other people in my life too. You have so many friends, so much going for you! I have nothing. No one looks at me- and I love you and care about you and you're my best friend but...it's just not fair!"

The class had emptied out by now, no one to hear your outburst. You'd done it. You've lost him too. The one person you still had. "So that's what this is about?"

You waited. Waited for his anger, his hurt. But none of it ever came. "[Name], they don't deserve you." You stared at him. What?  "They don't know you. Not like I do. They won't appreciate you for who you are. They'll use you and throw you away like trash. They don't have the right to you."

You watched, dumbfounded, as his demeanor shifted in the blink of an eye. "Still, I'm so happy you think so highly of me! You are everything to me, so I try to be everything for you. That's all I've ever wanted- to be yours, fully, just as you are mine." His eyes shone with an emotion deep, foreign. It scared you stiff. But it was gone as soon as it came.

"Though, I am sorry, hun. I didn't realize I've been neglecting you. The last thing I wanted was to make you feel lonely." He brought a hand up, stroking loose hair off your face. "You should've told me sooner. I would've dropped everything for you." He was smiling, soft and gentle. Just like always.

"Then again, you've always liked it when someone else took charge. I should've known." No, no, this was different. This-

"Tell you what? Forget about the café. Come home with me."

"L-Luka...what?"

"I won't let you refuse~" he giggled, voice sing song. "It's been so long since we've properly hung out. And..." he trailed.

"I have something to show you. I can't have you thinking all those thoughts about yourself, now, can I? I'll make you understand how much you mean to me. What you are to me. I'll show you. You'll love it."

"We have to make up for lost time, after all."

[faithfullyfawn]

Your werewolf!boyfriend is insatiable. It doesn’t matter where you are or what time it is- is he gets hard its your responsibility to take care of it.

It could be in the back of a movie theater, your hand massaging his knot as you focus on the movie screen.

Or it could be in a groceries story family bathroom, you on your knees, saliva and cum dribbling down your chin as he fucks your face.

But it could also be in the quiet corner of a gym, your yoga pants pulled down to your ankles as he ruts into you, his snout buried in the crook of you neck to muffle his needy whimpers.

Today it just so happens to be in a dingy club bathroom. Theoretically this is probably the best place for surprise sex. Loud music, everyone’s drunk and so consumed in their own moments that they wont even notice the muffled moans coming from behind s bathroom door. If anyone can hear it over the music.

Your chest is pressed up against the cold graffitied wall, your leg hiked up as your boyfriend fucks into you again and again. You can feel the way his knot grows, each thrust threatening to be the last. “S-so perfect-“ he growls into your ear, nails digging into the soft skin of your hips. All you can do is whimper, beading against your neck as his hot breath fans across your skin. “N-not inside-“ you plead, helpless as he picks up his pace. “Not inside! No! No no-“ you croak, body trembling as he forces himself inside one last time. The stretch forces the air from your lungs. The way his knot throbs against your walls doesn’t help, cock flooding your pussy with hot sticky cum. “M’sorry,” he pants, wet tongue lapping against the nape of your neck, salty beats of sweat exploding on his tastebuds, “Guess you’re gonna have to keep on dancin’ with my cum inside you.” He almost sounds happy about it…

[desinteresse]

Talking to friends with inept parents is crazy. No wonder they’re like this if their parents kept fumbling

[desinteresse]

“I’m having trouble adapting to my adult responsibilities” well no wonder, nobody raised you 😭😭😭

[desinteresse]

Hot tip for future parents: you actually have to guide your kid to adulthood. Feeding them and waiting for them to grow up is not enough since they are not house plants. A little more thought and care is required.

[mosssreblogs]

for those lacking certain "adulting" skills, especially things around the house, check out:

mom, how do i...?

and dad, how do i...?

^ there are tons of other resources but these two will teach you some personal hygiene, home or apartment repairs, easy recipes and basic cleaning techniques, even how to schedule doctor's appointments

if youre a renter i cannot recommend the trans handyma'am enough, mercury is a lifesaver, and her channel and accounts are always accepting new questions

there are so many resources, a lot that you dont have to even ask for, just know how to look 🩷 much love

[littlethingwithfeathers]

Jumping in here to also suggest "see Jane drill" on YouTube. She's great for bigger projects... stuff like installing appliances or doing major renovation or repair. My husband replaced all the toilets in our house in a weekend using her tutorials. It would have cost $500 per toilet to have a plumber do it but we did it for just cost of materials which was around $200 each.

[starlightxraven]

Nobody needs AI to search the Internet, court says in ruling against Google

Google AI Overview court loss in Germany could spell doom for AI search industry.

[appalachian-werewolf]

"Google AI Overview court loss in Germany could spell doom for AI search industry."

It fucking better.

[mrsjdavis]

Like to charge, reblog to cast?

[newbarktownalumni]

[wishful-thinking-is-dumb]

A headcanon request, if you'd like. 👉👈

Young Luke Skywalker as a platonic yandere with his very first apprentice. The catch is... instead of practicing by lifting rocks or other objects with the Force, the apprentice decides, "Why not try lifting Luke 'defeated Palpatine and Vader' Skywalker instead? Hehehe". The apprentice also has absolutely zero diplomatic skills. They're impatient, attack first and ask questions later, constantly disobey orders, are aggressive, struggle to learn even the basics, and have little regard for anyone's life except their own and Luke's. No one believes the apprentice is ever going to improve. In fact, most people assume they're destined to become a villain. But Luke is incredibly stubborn and refuses to give up *hope*. (And he's more than a little obsessed, lol.) He's not giving up on his apprentice... and he's definitely not letting them go

I haven’t done headcanons in a while! I hope you like it bb <33

Platonic Yandere Luke Skywalker with Impulsive Padawan Reader

You are impulsive and prone to violence at any inconvenience. Everyone is confused as to why Luke thinks you’re Jedi material. It makes no sense to anyone but Luke.

You don’t listen to Luke at all, you go out of your way to be disrespectful about it too. Doing things he told you not to do right in front of him. Luke isn’t any less fond of you after this, you’re his Padawan after all, you’re still learning the Jedi way.

“I don’t want to balance rocks! There’s no point!”

“There’s always a point.. think of it as a challenge..”

Luke has his ways of making you think that what he wants you to do is your idea and not his. He has infinite amounts of patience for you and only you.

You charge into battle without thinking, he lets you get roughed up a little bit before he steps in. This is to teach you the value of patience and strategy. It seems to be working pretty well for you, now you assess the situation first before making any decisions. He’s so proud of you!

You’re pretty aggressive with other people, often getting into fights after egging people on. You often come back to him with bruises and cuts all over your body. He scolds you, telling you this wouldn’t happen if you just called down and thought about what consequences your actions might have. You pout as you let him patch you up. He can’t stay mad at you for long.

When you feel like giving up, he’s there to believe for you, almost in an obsessive way. He needs you to believe that you can be a Jedi, it’s his one singular goal at this point in time. He can’t give up on you,

When you try to leave him or run away, he will go to the end of the galaxy and back to find you. He won’t let you do this to yourself, he won’t let you fall to the dark side, he won’t fail you. He will drag you back to him, he will use the force to connect your minds so he can find you.

He cares deeply for you, in a way that a Master shouldn’t be attached to their Padawan. He cares for you a little too much, to the point other people are concerned for him. You are his everything, his one goal. You are practically his child at this point..

[guineafowls999]

Wolf In Sheep Clothing

Yandere Platonic Farm Animals X Wolf Pup Gender Neutral Reader Idea Blurb (Guard Dog Edition)

Summary: A pup is told to infiltrate the Warhill Farm to find an opening, you obviously fail with flying colors. How will the Guard Dogs receive you?

TW: Obsessive Behaviors, Child (Pup) Abuse, Kidnapping (apologies on the cringe)

-As a clumsy pup, you were grabbed by a bunch of teens who thought it’d be funny to dress you in sheep costume. Their hands roughly tugged your tiny legs through the sleeves, the loud jeering covered your shrill yelps.

-A growl reverberated through a treeline, a hulking mass of snarled teeth revealed itself from the shadows. Scared, hands dropped you onto the ground causing you to wheeze momentarily from the force. A shadow slowly covers the sun as it approaches your slack figure. 

-Your caregiver regards your prone figure with judgement. You timidly open your eyes. You remember you weren’t allowed to wander alone–especially due to your small size. Knowing your faults, you lie back first to convey your apologies.

-With a flick of a grey tail, gravity is lost as teeth grab your faux wool. The journey back was filled with sharp silence that only intensified the shame you felt. Orphaned several moons ago, caked with blood, you called for warmth that was long gone. A burden is what you were regarded as this meant more food, finding a caregiver to hold you. It was a mercy that you weren’t left for winter. 

-As the full moon rose, the ravens that circled the air shrieked at the duo’s arrival. Teeth tightened on your nape as it raced through the shrubbery and logs that marked their territory. The scent of the pack caused you to wilt even further. 

-Several eyes glowed in the dim light, eyes pricked at your figure. Barks and cackles echoed through the air when they noticed your costume. You suddenly wish that you tore this off before you came back to the Fenra Pack. 

-A shadow stood tall by the Main Cave, a tall canine with black fur slowly strode forward. A deep voice rumbled through the air, “Did you find the lost whelp?” 

-Ears drawn back, you failed to bite back the whimpers at the disappointment coating his voice. Amber eyes flicker down at you,”No, but I found a sheep.”

-A raven subordinate landed on his head, beak agape at your form. Beady eyes drinking in the sight of the “sheep” in question. Sebastian threw his head back, hysterically laughing at the comical sight,”What are you wearing?!”

-The pack were stuck with an air of disbelief, muttering to themselves at your slack form. Snouts curled in confusion at the image. “Where did they even get that,”one of the head hunters said with heavy exasperation.

-Another huntress piped up,”I think I won the leftovers today. It took them an hour out before they messed up.” 

-The clamor only grew louder until a warning growl cut the air. Eyes pinned towards the Head Alpha, their snouts were pinned shut with the dagger-like teeth bared at them. Assessing the bowed heads, creased eyes went back to the Caregiver and troubled pup. “And why did you sneak out when I forbid you? Also—what are you wearing?”

-Ears flared back, your shaky voice answered back,”I’m sorry! I just wanted to see the outside since the other pack keeps talking about Warhole Farm! Then-then a bunch of two legs grabbed me and put this on me.”

-Each barks caused the Head Pack Leader to look at you with incredulous eyes. The ground suddenly seems more interesting than the esteemed leader. As your eyes dropped down, your Caregiver gave your coat a reprimand shake which jolted you out of your piling thoughts. 

-Sighing, he looked like he aged significantly. Looking at the distance, there were rolling hills. On top of one of the hills lay a red building on the north. Another white cabin close where the two legs rested. The fences towered from any approaching predators while it was guarded by vigilant pets. Obedient at their owners beck and call. They were from the same branch of the wild, but they were domesticated to betray their roots. 

- Sebastian looked down at the dull pup and shook his head in disbelief. “WarHill, pup. It’s WarHill Farm. Who also was foolish to talk this loudly around a pup,”he squawked scanning the crowd. “Speak up, c’mon! Tell your old pal, Seb!”

-At the silence, he tsked with wings thrown up. “Cowards.”

-”Wait!” Eyes glistening as if the moon was gifted for him, Sebastian's wings flared up in revelation. The leader flinched at the loud noise before his ears. Growling slowly at his advisor who chuckled meekly. “I mean wait. Hehe… I have an idea for our sheep wolf here.”

-Tilting his head, his ears flicked in confusion. The raven hopped closer, wing obscuring his words from the curious crowd. A couple muttering as a light peeked in the leader’s eyes, greed embellishing his iris. 

-Drawing back, Sebastian rubbed his wings in anticipation. Clearing his throat, he looked at the pup,”By order of the leader, keep that second coat on and meet us by the fire when the sunrises. You will be tasked with a mission."

-The Pack Leader dismissed everyone with a bark. Staying by the entrance, he watched the crowd depart into their den. Eyes lingering by the pup that was steered into a small den by an impatient caregiver. His eyes flickered with a troubled light for a millisecond before determination took over. This will work and the pack will survive for the fortnight and more. 

-In the morning, you are well fed and cleaned in a lake. Wash any impurities from the wool that covered your shivering body. Tasked with finding any vulnerabilities with the Farm entrances and exits, you braved the forests with tentative steps. 

-Although cowardice curled your throat, you knew two things. One, you mustn’t disobey the Pack Leader no matter how high the order is. Second, this was a clear chance to integrate back into the clan with honor. 

-You just didn’t know how fast your plans would fall for the months to come.

Buddy (Australian Cattle Dog)

-”You have a lot of nerve showing up here. If Dolly wasn’t in the way, I would’ve skinned you bloody, runt.”

-A cautious and cold guarddog. Speckled with white streaks in a mass of black fur, stalking the farm with vigilance for any intruders. He saw through your disguise and his eyes remained pinned ever since. 

-He remembers patrolling the fence when his nose picked up on a wolf in the fence. Stalking closer, he sees on the northern edge of the metal fence, a nest of curled wool–Dolly talking to a smaller figure. His eyes were taken aback by the mass of curls on your bodice. Shaking his confusion, he charged forward. 

-As the faker turned with wide eyes, his vision was blocked by an angry ewe who embodied maternal anger. He was swiftly scolded by the sheep who blocked his every move. 

-Giving up, he crawled back to his post, stewing in anger remembering the sheep that retaliated against his accusations. A baby, he scoffed. No lamb had a fanged grin or pointed claws. He’ll prove it all right, just wait.

-To his dismay, several days passed with no one believing him. He badgered the other guards about his discovery, but he was only met with a scoff or a dismissive wag of a tail. He provided proof of the danger you wield by mentioning you stalking the perimeters at night. A curious lamb, they’d say.

-He tried getting closer to you, but he was shoved back by Dolly's wrath. Didn’t they understand, they were in D-A-N-G-E-R!

-It was one night when he stalked the perimeter, he saw your form curled up in the grass. Outside of Dolly and her flock of friends embrace, you shivered as the merciless gust brushed against your coat. Stomach growling in dismay at the lack of food. Grass isn’t a substantial resource for a pup. But it was the only way to maintain cover.

-Stalking closer, he couldn’t really see a wolf at the moment. He saw a shivering pup which brought some bad memories of his past. Trying to harden his heart, he tried to remember the nature of the wolf and the risks of trying to fester your kind. But your whimpers caused his heart to pang. 

-Turning around, he ran to get some subsidence for you. Returning back, he noticed your attention on his form.

-Flinching, you thought it was really over which caused your eyes to close in defeat. You only felt the earth shift beside you like a bowl of kibble. Meeting his eyes, he only nodded and ran off.

-Since that day forward, his comments became less barbed and more open. He still monitored you, but only for your safety. He could only laugh at your drooped tail as you found no openings. You were really bad at this spy thing.

-You in turn, tested your boundaries, asking for more food and sharing his bowl. Each night is silent with a sense of calm harmony. The distance between you became smaller, trust shown with your back turned from him.

-It was the last moon when you decided it was time to return. Unrest laid in your heart as you listened to the howling in the distance. Home. You couldn’t help, but nuzzle back into Buddy’s coat.

-Sneaking out, you felt a force crush to the fence. Your lungs squeezed as you felt the large body get up causing you to gasp harshly. Teeth dug at your nape harshly, a warning hard enough to remind you. Paws flailing in the air for traction, you whimpered helplessly. 

-Thrown harshly back into the barn, hay bedding flew in every direction. You looked up with startled eyes. Buddy?

-With dark eyes, he snarled at you to get back in. Scared you scrambled into Dolly’s sleeping embrace, trying to ignore the pang of pain. Sleep did not come easy that night.

-Buddy watched closely now, teeth bloody with every reminder he had to dish out to you. Fences were banned from you and you can’t help feeling trapped. Nipping at your heels every time you make a wrong move.

-”You wanted it so badly and you got your wish. Why are you acting so ungrateful?”

Titan (Kangal Shepherd Dog)

-”Hey, get down from there. We wouldn’t want you hurt now.”

-A giant with a larger heart. Thick sandy fur with a dark snout, ivory teeth for wolves at night. Soft coat for gentle flocks at day. He knew first hand you were a wolf pup when he stumbled across the noise. Your long tail gave it out before your scent did.

-He tried placating a fuming Heeler and sheep and it was not easy. Buddy almost lunged at him which caused him to dodge swiftly with a disappointed look. Hurt by the disbelief, Buddy left swiftly with a promise of proof.

-Looking at the shaking pup that licked at their snout nervously, trying so hard to ignore the sheep licking at their face. He couldn’t help, but crumble at the cute sight in front of him. Silently of course, he had a reputation to maintain. Even if you're bred for violence, you are a small babe at the end of the day.

-Tongue lolled, he escorted the two of you to your new flock. The mass of fluff bleating at the sight of a proud mother that clamored on finding their child. He watched with curious eyes as your round eyes expanded with each friendly nuzzle. 

-He was elated on Dolly’s improving health condition. Dolly was in better condition nowadays. No longer in the depressive struggle of finding her lost lamb. It has been months since the wolves dragged her baby away and she wasn’t able to eat or sleep properly in a while. Sleep was the only remedy for her sore heart. And it hurt to find his family like that. 

-It’s the main reason why he keeps sending Buddy your way when you line the fence. He would obviously mention a sound from the perimeter you were exploring. He remembers several nights when he would see you sleep with your hood down, clamping on your disguise and tugging it back onto your slumbering figure. You didn’t need to be here long, just long enough that she got better. 

-He remembers laughing at Buddy’s crazed episodes of finding proof of your long nails. A genetic mutation, he would laugh back. Your teeth, well we can’t judge when we also have them. Your canine scent? Well maybe we didn’t bathe and rubbed it off them. Your eyes would stare at him in surprise with each rebuttal, wonder and relief bleeding over with each word. 

-How cute…He kind of wants to shake you around like a chew toy. But without the chewing part.

-With how you stumble and titter around the sheep, he can’t help, but forget your wolf status. I mean, you are really bad at this gig.

-One day, a shriek rings out the air, hysterical sobbing coming to the center of the flock. Moving politely against the crowd of sheep, he sees Dolly crying about her lost lamb. Meeting his gaze, she begs him to find them before they get killed. 

-You are at the fence stumbling around the entrance (fault from a clumsy farm help). Snickering with mischief you ran out. Scenting the air, you hear large paws slamming against dirt causing you to scramble in panic. 

-The giant chases after the “sheep” into a bush which causes you to be dragged out with branches in your fur. In the mess, shards of bones caught his eye. Dropping you momentarily, he ignored your faint yelp as he inspected it.

-He drops into his rump as horror floods his mind. His vision blurs as a whimper breaks free. Is that–that… Guilt crackles in his heart as the world grows mute. He promised he would find them before–it really is his fault. 

-Pawing at the lamb skull, fractured from powerful jaws. He buried his head into his paws, deaf to the small teeth that tugged at his ears. 

-Panicked, you dug at his ear harder to bleed him. Causing him to flinch. Watery eyes gazed at you and looked down in shame. You couldn’t help, but feel bad for a blood spilled from your clan. Desperation curled at your heart with each heave. 

-“It’s not your fault,”you cried. His head only shook in disbelief in response. 

-”I’m a failure, the flock don’t deserve me,”he pitifully sniffled.

-Licking at his face, you swiped at the drops that fell onto his face. “It’s not your fault. I don’t know what happened, but I know you tried your best. Your flock deserves you.”

-Looking at you silently, he searched your face silently before looking back at the bones. With a heavy heart, he continued to cry silently until sleep took him. While he slept, you looked at the bones and decided to give respect one final time. You buried the bones under the dirt even as your paws grew tired of the force.

-Once finished, you laid your head onto his weeping body. In the morning, you woke up with Dolly the Sheep scolding you on your dirty “hooves”. Your mind wondered the night before and begged the moon that Titan is okay. 

-Titan now looks at you in thoughtful silence, gently licking your face off any debris. Escorting you back into the room. When he notices Buddy's weakening animosity, he says nothing. A wordless agreement exchanged between them as they escort you back.

-He will never violently reprimand you, Buddy does that enough. But he will whisper doubts into your ears. 

-”I just don’t want the same to happen to you. Not–not like the poor lamb before. Please understand I do this for your safety.”

Sweetie (Pembroke Welsh Corgi)

-”You’re awfully fast for a lamb. Race me to that line. Ready se—Hey! Wait!”

-Like the name, easy going, energetic, and a kind guard dog. Rustic cost with white undercoat, small legs for better access to biting heels. Honestly had no idea you were a wolf–because who would be that dumb to sneak on a guarded farm? Also, trusts with an open heart, so willingly blind to a fault. She remembers getting scolded heavily by Titan and Buddy for wearing her heart on her paw (wrist)? 

-She remembered being curious about you due to Buddy’s rambling about you being a “demon dog”, she almost fell for it. 

-But then a massive paw laid on her head, causing her to almost tip over. Looking up, Titan greets her with twinkling eyes. He was laughing at Buddy and reassuring her that Buddy is having his episodes which made him blow up frequently. 

-She remembers from her past owners that episodes on TV, when there are many. It has become a season. She remembers lamenting at Buddy’s rabid barking that they are on their fourth or fifth one. It is rather amusing to see her mentor break at her placating nod. 

-Her mind churns as she runs from defending you like Titan said, to investigating you. The only thing she really found though is that you would be a sucky wolf, if you were one. Watching as you stumble into a puddle, masking your face with muddy water. 

-On a shift one day, she remembers stalking your steps and noticing your speed. How unusual! She wants to race you to that fence once she finishes her training or chores. Though, the corgi doesn’t like to do chores. The animals never listen to her! Bucking at her when she nips hard at their heels or calling her a “city girl”. It is a great secret under the grin that it tears at her confidence.

-Any reassurance from her trainers are left flat. How can she contemplate the validity when they are bigger than her, stronger, too. The doubts just keep piling up, her steps followed in sadness. 

-If only they took her seriously, then she will be able to prove she belongs. She doesn’t want to be left behind like–like before. 

-You watch her wilted frame with a tilted head. Eating at the grass, you ignore the tears of disgust that pile up as you choke it down. Grass…disgusting. 

-Your admiration grows due to her smiles as she is scolded by the elder guard dogs. The determination to fight back against advisories that question her place. Your runt status makes you feel kinship to her.

-It was dinner time with the Farm owners and their family. The smell of mouthwatering casserole and buttery loaf clung to the air. Looking onto the table cloth, there’s a glaze of honey and frosting that lines the vanilla cake, sprinkled with powdered sugar. The two legs welcome the guests on the table as the three guard dogs stood dutifully by the door. 

-Collars embroidered with the Farm Head’s name in gold stitching, her tail wagged as she sat by the table. The rumbles of laughter that emanate from the dinner table with the light spreading a warm glow. 

-It was good, good… Her body shivers as she sits under the tree. The stars fade in and out in mockery of her bad mood. Flipping over, she felt frustrated tears well up as she feels the damn bow clip pinched her ear.

-She’s not sure what happens. She remembers one of the young two legs grabbing her, tugging her roughly at fur. Sticking stickers and accessories onto her fur. Her heart burned when she remembers the family laughing–laughing at her. The shrieking laughter cut into her insecurities as she felt the cold metal clamp onto her. 

-Her flailing and whimpers were ignored as the grip tightened at her. The noise became louder, she remembers nipping as light as she could on the finger. With a yelp, she ignored the growing sobs as she slammed into the door with such speed. Her mind whirl winded, repeating the words that mocked her several times. Doll, is she really just going to be a doll?

-Laying there, her ears pricked at the steps taken towards her. Oh, great. Is it going to be freaking Buddy and Titan, scolding me on something that isn’t my fault. 

-Turning her head, brown eyes widened at the small sheep that looked at her curiously. “Sorry for interrupting you, Sweetie.”

-Shaking her head, she forced a smile,”No, no. You’re good. I’m just relaxing. Why aren’t you with your mama?”

-Wagging your tail, you grinned back,”Ah, I just wanted to look at the stars for a bit. But then! I saw you. If you're not sleeping, can I ask something?”

-Nodding at your figure, she couldn’t help, but stare at your tail. Why is it long anyways? Mutation? “Yeah, shoot me your shot, lil’ lamb.”

-”Can…can you teach me how to be like you…”

-Her eyes widened at your words, “like you”? Squinting her eyes at you, she tried to ignore the slow rhythm of her tail wagging,”Why not just ask Titan or Buddy, they are ages better than me.”

-Grin weakening, you averted your eyes,”Because for them it’s easy to be scary. But you and me are small, so you understand what it’s like to not be taken seriously. I want to scare any predators that try me.”

-Watching you silently, you continued. “Like—like that bark. It got really, really deep. Like a wolf or maybe a monster! You made the other animals run with a single nip and–and I think it’s cool.” Feeling embarrassed, you stopped abruptly.

-Sweetie stared at the small youth that stood in front of her, heart racing. The stars and moon were truly hung by your tiny hooves, she thought dazed. With renewed vigor, she jumped onto her paws even as you cringed at the sudden movement.

-Tugging the bow off her with her hindleg, she felt like she was on top of the world. For a few hours, she taught you to deepen your voice with some practice. Furthermore, she remembers prancing as you complimented her on her lessons. 

-She took to guarding the flock more, butting you back into your mother when she received you from Buddy or Titan. She remembers suggesting a bell when it became too frequent on your visits. 

-Her frequent training she mandated, tired you out. Tuckering you down makes escape less likely. She can’t let you go out, what if you were hurt. She is your mentor, so you understand right?

-She later finds out about your wolf status and becomes more protective. What if others found out? What if the farmer found out? When your hood falls off, she tugs it back on. Nipping your ear to discipline your carelessness.

-She will snitch to her mentors if she finds you missing and comfort you as you weep with a dirty coat. She will lick your tears off and embrace you in a fuzzy embrace. 

-”Hey! You missed your lesson, why don’t you back up from the fence? You are so lucky that I got here and not the other two. Let me tell you, they wouldn’t have been this nice.”

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End Note: What is morality when we are discussing animals here? This will continue to the other animals, but count this as PT I. Anyways, this will be added to the wall of shame (Master list). I will one day write stories with substance. :)

[6eons]

simon and johnny find out you've never had a threeway

cw: drinking. sex mention. polyamory mention? pda, kissing? suggestive content.

something something being shoulder to shoulder between soap and ghost at the bar, having a night off.

your brain’s far too buzzy in a tipsy haze to keep track of what the conversation’s progressed to. your ears do perk up when gaz, from your lieutenant’s right, mentions something about his lady at home wanting a threeway.

the conversation ignites rapidly from there with the men beside you eagerly sharing their own experiences being involved in threesomes; they were so shameless about it too, sharing the details of their business in that light. you were surprised ghost was sharing, private bloke he was; though he wasn’t saying the words, it was more like johnny explaining that he and simon are often each other’s thirds.

gaz mentions something about how “even captain and his missus have a bunny of their own”. though, with the sounds of what they’ve got going on, it looks to be more than just a threesome.

you ultimately decide to stay away from the topic of conversation, since it wasn’t something you’d particularly had experience in anyway, so staying quiet just might be your best option to keep attention away from you. you gulp a few swigs of your amaretto sour, something gaz had gotten you hooked on, letting the voices beside you become background noise.

it’s not long before you feel light nudges in unison at both your sides. your nickname draws you back from your tipsy daze.

“and what ‘bout you, bonnie?”

“what about me?” you tilt your head sending a pointed look to soap, who only smirks at your response.

“threeways, y’gonna share yer experience or no?” simon’s voice gravel from your other side.

“yeah, yeah, sure,” you clear your throat before taking a deep breath and opening your mouth. you can feel the mood shift as soap and ghost lean in, more curious about your sex life than you thought they’d be. gaz is grinning ear to ear, knowingly and he waves you both off before excusing himself to the loo. nothing comes out of your mouth and you finish your drink in a swift motion, leaving the remaining men frowning as their anticipation melts into dissatisfaction.

"'s'that mean ye haven't?..."

"no, i haven't," you sheepishly admit with a slant of your lips. shifting uncomfortably on the bar stool, you can feel the weight of your words sinking in. ghost and soap's eyes don't leave you as you wave the bartender down, silently requesting another drink. you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks with every lingering second that they look at you, whether it's from the alcohol or from the attention is up to interpretation.

if you were sober, maybe you could see the two bulky men devouring you with their eyes, like you were some guilty pleasure of a sweet treat to them. of course you were, how could they not, when you looked the way you did? you were none the wiser, avoiding their glances more in embarrassment and shyness than anything.

"alrigh', well, we ought t'start somewhere." ghost downs his bourbon with a wipe from the bottom of his palm.

before you can question what that means, your lieutenant is gripping you by the waist, pulling you off of your barstool. you're protesting at the sudden touch, squirming under his touch. you don't miss the way his gloved hand swipes under the hem of your shirt to tighten his grip on you, twisting your body so your back is to his chest but you're facing johnny.

the corner of soap's lip is curled up and now, now you can see the hunger in his eyes. you're sure if you twisted your head around, simon's eyes would be dripping with mutual lust. but you can't. an arm wrapped around your waist and another resting on your chest as his rough, calloused hands grip your jaw tightly - it'd be impossible for you to move in conditions like these.

the warmth from your cheeks has sprouted flowers in your lower stomach and you can feel your own arousal dousing itself in a fire.

"come on johnny, best not t'keep our pet waitin'." ghost's voice sounds so different when his lips are hovering over the back of your neck. you're not sure if it's the alcohol or your nerves, but you can quite literally feel his words seep into your skin like butter on a hot surface.

johnny doesn't have to be told twice, especially when it's simon barking orders at him. he follows suit, pulling his body off the bar stool, a squeak coming from the chair, but that's the least of your worries as he inches forward. soap's whole hand cups the side of your face, overlapping a few of simon's fingers and he tugs you into him - well as much as simon's willing to extend.

johnny's lips meet yours in a greedy frenzy. he's hungrily allowing his hands to freely roam over every curve his hands can get a hold of. he lets out a muffled yelp/moan of surprise when simon pinches the inside of his wrist, after he absentmindedly tried to push simon's arms off your waist. too greedy. his tongue is pushing past the seam of your lips and he's sloppily lapping his tongue at the inside of your mouth.

when he pulls away, there's a dribble of saliva that connects the two of you. it serves as evidence of the not so innocent actions that have transpired. johnny's panting, a flush cascading across his cheeks. you imagine that the heat in your cheeks is a lot more prominent, maybe the surface of your skin where johnny's hands had skimmed as well. you barely notice that simon's thumb is gently rubbing circles in your skin, as if he's trying to soothe you.

"well 'ow 'bout that?" the behemoth of a man behind you has you pulled flush against his chest, chin perched over your shoulder as his thumb swipes the spit gathering at your chin. you're sure if johnny's looking close enough, he can probably see stars speckling your eyes. "messy lil thing..."

"oi, don't be mean LT." johnny interrupts, pulling you from his tight grasp. the way his hands run over your body, is a bit softer than ghost had touched and the way his hands burned your skin while his lips were on you.

you're buzzing. you can feel your skin prickle, the hairs on your arm standing with all their might as johnny coos at how adorable you are.

your amaretto is ready and gaz has made his return. your lips are swollen and you're sure your arousal is noticeable, if it is, gaz doesn't comment on it. you take your seat once more. you're avoiding the eye contact of your bartender who's seen the last few minutes unravel.

"all's m'sayin is m'no' gonna be as soft for my turn." ghost is turning forward in his seat as the bartender slides forward another drink.

[harringtonsdiary]

I’m not saying anything else about AI and the use of it on tumblr. But perhaps learn to engage with everything you read. Reblogging is so helpful for us. Comments. Asks. ENGAGEMENT lets us know that you like what you’re reading. Because right now it all feels futile after so much work.

Popular authors that I’ve seen get thousands of notes are now barely getting anything that feels like it’s worth it. It’s not entitlement either, you don’t see our side where people message us, excited about fics or ideas, but then there’s barely engagement.

Stop expecting authors to pull out 100k words in a week. There are fast writers— I am one— but there are amazing writers that have a different timeline. AND THAT’S OKAY TOO.

AGAIN. PLEASE JUST ENGAGE WITH EVERYTHING. The like button only does so much.

[valmoxium]

[graymoon2-deactivated20241009]

i will never not reblog this

i cannot stress how much it does for us

a while ago, one of my mutuals was considering quitting writing. her fics weren’t doing as well, and the algorithm wasn’t favoring her writing like it used to.

so as a collective 10-15 writers, we all reblogged her fic once each. that alone put her writing at the top of the tag.

it makes a difference. way more than you think. it doesn’t matter if people see it because of you, it still gets promoted by the algorithm.

please, reblog fics

[thecatboyknight-offical]

No pressure! But I full on support this <3

[no-one-offical]

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[vo1d-bunny]

Never Alone Again - Platonic Yandere Ryland Grace

A/N: I’ve been on a huge Project Hail Mary kick lately, and I am apparently cursed to have a little demon in the back of my mind going: “how could you make this character a yandere? What would drive them to that?” I decided to answer that question and then things just kind of snowballed from there.

Also this means I'm open for PHM requests if y'all have any :)

CW: Religious Trauma, General Trauma, (Mentioned) Suicidal Ideation and Suicide Attempt, Loneliness, Abandonment Issues, Both Grace and Reader have been stuck in space for years and no one is handling that well

Grace knows that he should be happy. Living here on Erid is a much better fate than the one he was originally assigned. He's alive! He didn't die in space! He actually managed to solve the Astrophage problem and save two separate species from extinction. Now he gets to live out his life on this beautiful beach with his closest friend. That should be enough, right? That should make him happy.

Why doesn't he feel happy?

Grace knows the answer to that question, of course. Humans are incredibly social creatures, and apparently Rocky is not a suitable substitute for a living breathing human. He can practically feel the loneliness eating away at him, and the feeling is only made worse by the knowledge that he'll never see another human again.

At least he thought he wouldn't.

Grace's thoughts of loneliness are interrupted by Rocky's voice. He looks up to see his friend excitedly approaching him, "Rocky have gift for Grace!"

"What gift, buddy?" Grace doesn't see anything in Rocky's hands, so whatever he's giving him must not be here yet.

"Rocky have new human for Grace. Statement. Small human, pebble."

Grace makes a strangled sound, "wh-what?"

"Grace stupid? Question? Rocky bring new human today. New human live with Grace, make Grace better. Statement."

Grace frantically tries to process Rocky's words. Did Rocky kidnap someone? Wait...Rocky said 'pebble' - oh no! Did Rocky kidnap a child?! How? Where would he even find a human child in space? Grace stares at his friend in abject horror, "Rocky, you can't just give me a human! Where did you even find them? Did you kidnap them?"

"No. Statement. Eridians found other human in small ship, very sick. Bad, bad, bad. Bring them here to help. Eridians make new human better, make Grace better."

"Rocky, buddy..." Grace sighs, too frazzled to explain why Rocky can't just give Grace a living person, "nevermind. Does this new human have a name?"

"Yes! New human is y/n!"

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As Grace watches two Eridians carry you into the biodome, he realizes three things:

You're terrified - despite the superior strength of the Eridians, you're putting up a very good fight, kicking and screaming in a desperate attempt to free yourself.

You're very weak -you try to run when the Eridians finally let you go, but you barely make it a few feet before you collapse onto the sand.

You're not actually a child - Even taking into the account the ways in which your obvious state of prolonged starvation influenced your development, you still look to be late teens or early twenties at the youngest.

Grace looks down at the small stuffed animal he's holding - a gift from one of his student back on Earth that he brought to comfort you - and realizes that it's probably not going to do much.

Grace watches as you drag yourself into a sitting position, noticeably calming when you take in your surroundings. That's a good sign, right?

Grace approaches you very slowly, crouch down to be at your height, "hi, y/n. It’s so nice to meet you, my name is Grace."

You look up at him with confused eyes, mumbling, "why are you here? Why would I imagine someone that I've never met?"

Oh. That's not good.

Maybe he just misunderstood, "what do you mean, sweetheart? Why do you think you imagined me?"

You laugh, "because this is a hallucination, obviously."

Fudge. He didn't misunderstand. Grace repeats slowly, "this is a...hallucination?"

"Mhmm," you hum, "I don't mind though. This is a lot better than that room those demons had me in...or I guess have me in?" You pause before laughing again, flopping down backwards onto the sand and staring up at the sky, "or maybe I finally died and this is heaven. That would be amazing."

Demons? Heaven? Grace is way out of his depth here. Rocky clearly left out some critical information about the "new human." Grace stands, "I'll be right back, okay sweetheart? I have to talk to my friend real quick," Grace spots the stuffed animal in his hands and shoves it in your direction, hoping to distract you long enough to interrogate Rocky, "here, take this."

Once he's sure he's out of earshot, Grace hisses at Rocky, "what the hell happened to them? Why do they think they were held by demons? Why do they think they're dead?!"

"Rocky said that new human is sick. Statement."

"Rocky, this isn't just sick. This is...I don't even know what this is! I need you to tell me everything that happened before they were brought to the biodome."

"Eridians find small ship floating outside system. Statement. New human was inside ship. New human very sick, much sicker than Grace was."

Grace interrupts, "what do you mean by sick?"

“New human very scared of Eridians. Statement. Scream at them and call them word you mentioned, ‘demons.’ New human try to hurt self, Eridians have to take weapons away and put in safe room. Eridians can’t fix new human, so they bring them here to Grace. Grace fix new human.”

Grace closes his eyes with a long-suffering sigh, “Rocky, I can’t fix them. I’m not a doctor, I have no idea what to do.”

“Grace only human here. Grace need to fix.”

Grace leaves Rocky with a frustrated huff, returning to your side. He sits back down on the sand, smiling when he notices you playing with the stuffed animal. Maybe you’re younger than he originally thought. Grace softens his voice again, “sweetheart? Can you sit up for me? I need to talk to you.”

You sit up slowly, mumbling to yourself, “you’re really persistent, weird hallucination guy. Or weird angel? I still haven’t figured out the whole ‘am I dead’ thing….”

“Look, I know you probably don’t believe me, but I’m not a hallucination or an angel. I’m a normal human and you’re alive and well here with me.”

You shake your head, “that can’t be true. Why would those demons take me from my ship and bring me somewhere like this? That’s not how demons work.”

Wow, okay. You’re really confident in this demons thing. Are you super religious or something? “Those…those weren’t demons, sweetheart. They’re aliens called Eridians, and they’re actually very nice. They didn’t mean to scare you, they just wanted to bring you somewhere safe.”

“No, they were demons. They didn’t let me pray, which is what demons do,” before Grace can ask you what the heck you mean by that, you continue on, “unless the demon thing was also a hallucination? I guess I could still be on my ship. Or! Or - the demon thing was a hallucination and then I killed myself and now this isn’t a hallucination. It’s heaven.” You nod as if you’re confident that you’ve figured everything out.

Kill yourself? Why are you talking about that?! You’re so young! Grace can’t stop himself from reaching out to grab your hands, “sweetheart, do you…do you want to die?”

You tilt your head, “well, no ‘cause I’m already in heaven.”

“Right, but uh…if you weren’t in heaven, would you want to die? Did you want to…to kill yourself while you were on your ship?”

You nod, “yeah, I did. I was just too scared to do it, you know? The elders say God gets mad at you when you kill yourself. I don’t want God to be mad at me, I want to get into heaven,” you stare into the distance for a moment, your eyes hazy, “I tried anyways, though. Right before the demons showed up. I guess I…I guess I actually did it.”

Not good, not good, not good. What the heck is Grace supposed to do if the only thing keeping you from being suicidal is the belief that you’ve already killed yourself? What if you find out the truth and try again? You would leave him, just like everyone else. He would be alone again.

While Grace is having his own internal panic attack, you’re growing increasingly upset, “b-but wait. If I did kill myself, why did God let me come here? I was bad, I should be punished.”

Grace’s head shoots up and his grip on your hands tightens, “woah, hey, sweetheart. Don’t say that.”

“But it’s true, God has to be mad!”

Grace hesitates. He knows it’s not healthy to play into your delusion that you’re already dead, but what else is he supposed to do? He’s not a doctor, and even if he was, it’s not like he has access to any sort of psychiatric medications. If he told you the truth, you’d get upset and he wouldn’t be able to fix it. You would leave him. He can’t let that happen. He quickly reassures you, “God isn’t mad at you, y/n. He…he told me that he understands why you did that and he isn’t going to punish you.”

“Really?”

God, you sound so hopeful, “of course. God wants you to be happy and safe, that’s why…” Grace pauses. Some small part of him that still wants to be good is screaming at him to stop - he should tell you this isn’t heaven. He should help you recover. Unfortunately, a much larger part of him is screaming that he can’t be alone again. If you think God sent him, then you’ll stay. You clearly need his help and, well...doesn’t he deserve to have someone, after everything he went through? Grace takes a deep breath and buries the tiny voice screaming ‘no’ deep inside himself, “that’s why God brought you here to me. So I can take care of you. So we can be together.”

Grace pauses one last time before whispering, “so we’ll never be alone again.”

[helpfandom]

Acceptance, Not Just Accommodation Chapter 1: Scapegoat.

Platonic Yandere Rouges Gallery w/ Autistic Teen! Reader.

Takes place directly after Joker's Favor.

@riddlecheese

@lonleydweller

@theactualdredpirateroberts

@speckle-meow-meow

Characters appearing: Clayface, Joker, Harley Quinn, Brief mention of ManBat, Batman, Regular NPCs I made up.

CW: Arkham treatment of prisoners / people, Abuse directed towards Harley Quinn, Infantilization of autistic people. Reader has a panic attack, autism being treated like a disease.

Feel free to ask me questions about the lore or anything you're confused about. Or if you just want a little snippet from this universe.

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"We've got Joker and Harley Quinn comin' in, do NOT put them together- I repeat, DO NOT put them together-" The delightfully dull nurse turns off the speech coming from the walkie talkie they were all forced to have after Clayface broke out. "Don't listen to them sweetie, you have nothing to worry about." She crouches back down to you on the floor and watches you line the toys she gave you up in color order.

It's mostly cars and trains -most people just assume autistic people like trains- that she gave you, with a few people from some generic brand of kids toys. You're not a kid, you're a teen, but you do like playing with toys so it's fine. She reaches for a red car and pulls it out of it's spot, making a noise supposed to imitate an engine running as she pushes it around with her hand. You stop lining them up and stare at her.

It takes a little bit of staring before she stops and she looks back at you. "Why would you move it out of it's parking spot? I just lined them up and then you moved it." A bit of shame and also anger flashes on her face but she takes a breath in and goes back to smiling.

"So we could play with the toys instead of lining them up!" "But this is playing. This is my playing." She frowns, and lets go of the red toy car, crossing her arms and resting her back backwards towards the wall instead of forwards and engaged.

She seems upset but it doesn't make sense why she would be upset. You're playing how you play, not how she does. It's one of those things you know you did something wrong, but you don't know how you did it wrong.

You miss Nurse Joy. After Clayface had taken on her look and impersonated her (For less than five minutes but still), and the only person to notice was you, she quit and went back to the city for a new job. Apparently one at some hospital so she could be a real nurse instead of a babysitter for patients. That's what was told to you, at least, when you were the first person to ask.

Now, you just have a rotating system of nurses and doctors that never seem to listen to you. You have two nurses during the day with an appointment with whatever doctor is free that day. You don't like it because it means having different appointment times each day.

Your playing is interrupted by a familiar high pitched voice yelling throughout the hall, "Puddin! We won't be separated for long!" You immediately get up at hearing Dr. Quinzel's voice and leave the room, the nurse following after you. You look to the right and then the left and spot a woman clad in black and red as if she were a jester still yelling. Her voice echoing towards you tells you that is Dr. Quinzel, and you stare at her.

"I knew you were unprofessional." You say, a bit louder than you meant to but most times you end up louder than you meant. She whips her head towards you and stops fighting the security long enough for John, the security guard you mostly know to get a good hit in and shock her to unconsciousness.

The nurse grips your shoulders and drags you back into the room, a bit of fear in her eyes. "Don't say that to Harley sweetie. She's-" You interrupt her, "Harleen. Her name is Harleen." The nurse looks at you with an offended look on her face. "Okay sweetie, but she's not a doctor anymore, she's a patient now." You just stare at the nurse. "Okay? That doesn't change the fact that she's a doctor and Harley isn't her name. It's Harleen. She still has her PhD whether or not she's a patient here."

She sighs and sits you down on the bed, "No, I mean she went crazy. Joker... Joker got to her and made her into Harley Quinn." You just keep staring at her. "Okay? Again, still has a PhD." The nurse's eye twitches. She opens her mouth to speak again and pauses when the door opens. "You know what sweetie, why don't we take a nap?" The second nurse says, as she's the one who opened the door, and the first chimes in with an agreement.

You don't think you have much of a choice.

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You bother Harley. You watch her be insane and a criminal and yet, nothing changes for you. You still see her as a doctor. All you said was that she was unprofessional. Nothing else about her obsession or want for Joker. The first time you met, you critiqued her!

She's not the only person whose bothered by you. You bother Clayface as well. He offered you a way out of the hell that is this cesspool and you just stood there. Hell, you payed enough attention to the nurses to notice something was off within seconds of seeing him playing pretend as a nurse.

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You didn't actually take a nap, you were just waiting for them to leave and think you've taken a nap, and then you left the room once they were gone. They didn't... actually stay a while either, only a few minutes and then they walked out. But that is besides the point, as now you can actually walk around semi-freely without a nurse for the first time in a few days.

You are just walking around and avoiding security guards - You're not really sure if they would know that you're supposed to have a nurse watching you all the time but you don't really want to risk it- and come across what you've called 'The forbidden hallway'. It's the hallway leading from the patient side of Arkham to the Villain side of Arkham.

You duck into the hallway and walk up to the door, propped open by a bolt, likely someone was trying to lock it and opened the lock before the door was closed. You swing the door open wider and move around the door. You push the bolt in -as you don't have the key- and close the door so now it is locked.

Oh wait. That's the wrong side. You're on the villain side of Arkham now, not the patient side. You're breaking the rules and now you're stuck here in the wrong side of Arkham. Maybe you're a villain though, for breaking the rules. You don't want to be a villain though, that's wrong.

Your nose begins to have a red hot feeling as it blooms from the nasal bone and down the cartilage of your nose. Your eyes well up with tears as you feel immense shame for breaking the rules and going into where you're not supposed to be. Sure, it's a little hypocritical considering you were breaking the rules by not being with a nurse, but that rule doesn't make sense.

The tears slip out from the corner of your eyes and you feel the wet trace on your cheeks as the fall. Immediately your hands begin to fidget as you start shaking. Your breathing gets heavy and your skin begins to itch and suddenly the floor is a lot closer to you than it was before and your hands are tearing at your arms and your neck starts hurting as your nails dig into your skin and then there's red and black pants entering your view as Harley crouches in front of you.

She puts her hands where you can see them and then starts moving her fingers in time with your breathing. The itching begins to fade as you become conscious of your breathing and suddenly the panic leaves your system as you're entranced with timing your breathing now.

You wait a moment before you look up, now calmer and not crying. You look up at her and really take in her face, noticing her white makeup and jester attire. At least you did, until she gets dragged behind by her lappets by a man clad in purple with similar white makeup on.

He screams at her and hits her on the chest a few times before he stops and lets her speak, "I was making sure the guard left the door open but they were there-" She points to you and his eyes narrow until he looks at you and takes you in. "A kid? Whadda you doin' here?"

You look at him, finally recognizing him through your brain fog. "Joker?" He raises his hands in a grand gesture, holding the palms flat on his chest as he raises them up and out from him, ultimately posing with his arms outstretched and a smug smile on his face. "The one and only!" You just kind of.. stare at him... waiting for him to do something different.

"I thought jokers are supposed... to be like... cards or something, or be funny. You're just... a guy." That was definitely the wrong thing to say as he starts to flip out on you, fists going crazy in the air, "Why I ought- Not funny?! Just a guy?!" His rage is immediately thrown towards you as he starts stomping and reaching towards you until Harley stops him.

"They're autistic!" She splutters out, diving in front of you so if his fists hit, they would hit her instead, "They have a different sense of humor Mistah J! They're very literal, so they probably just thought you were more themed after a joker from a deck a' cards!" He slows to a stop right before Harley, a contemplating look on his face. He looks behind Harley, tilting his head upwards as he looks at you. "This true?"

You nod. "Yeah. That's why I'm in Arkham. My ma couldn't handle my dad and he couldn't handle me. I'm actually supposed to have a nurse by me all the time but I got rid of them." You don't mention how you got rid of them, oftentimes letting people guess what happened is better than over explaining.

He nods at you with what you think is respect, and you think you've successfully navigated that social situation correctly. "You know Mistah J, I used to be their doctor, that's how I knew." He rolls his eyes and sighs, completely disregarding her academic achievements. "Harley, you know I don't like it when you bring up your past, you're just Harley Quinn now." She ducks her head in shame and curls up a little.

"Sorry Puddin', I won't forget again." Loud thudding steps echo through the hallway you're in and suddenly there's a muddy head peeking past the corner of the wall, and you recognize him as Clayface. "Oh, that's Clayface. He's back? I thought he escaped a while ago?" You ask Harley and she smiles as she looks back at you. "Yes, but he got caught pretty easily again by Batman. Here, lets go say hi." She gets up from the floor and offers her hand to you. You don't accept it, getting up from the floor on your own and brushing the dirt off from your pants.

Joker joins you as Harley skips over towards Clayface with a small smile of greeting on her face. "Heya Clayface! Guess what I found!" She crys out as she moves and reveals you in a 'Ta-Da'-ish manner. He stares at you for a moment, before recognizing you. "You're the kid! You're the kid who didn't escape with me!" He exclaims as he picks you up and looks at you. He stares intently as he looks you up and down, his muddy exterior doesn't touch you, only the uniform you wear with elongated sleeves after your last sensory episode (It was a nightmare for everyone, especially you), so you don't know about the sensory feeling he has, but he seems intrigued by you.

"What's so important about that?" He bellows out a laugh, setting you down and you can sense that Joker and Harley are gone, you look for them as he speaks. "Because no one wants to stay here! It's Arkham! The fact that you didn't try to escape is peculiar!" You don't see them close by so they must have walked off. "But I'm supposed to be here. Why would I try to escape?" You finally look back at him and see him looking with a curious look on his face.

"How about this kid, You tell me about you, and I'll show you around here. What do ya' mean 'you're supposed to be here'? for starters." You start telling him about your mother and father as he leads you around towards a common area like the one on the other side of Arkham.

You look around the common area, it's incredibly sparse with nothing on the walls, and the floor has one measly rug already stamped with mud from Clayface. You find Harley and Joker on a sofa in front of a television; There's only three sofas there and they're all placed around the small TV. There's the center sofa that Harley and Joker are on and then one placed to the left and right of the center sofa, and they're all angled to view the television. They're watching a news segment for right now, and you pause your speaking as you stare at the television.

It's a segment about Batman, detailing what lead to Joker and Harley's capture, and when it cuts to a video of Batman, Joker throws a pie at the television screen. You flinch and turn back to Clayface. "Pardon, where was I?" He sits down on the sofa to the left of the center one, and you take a seat next to him, curling up your knees to your chest as you wait for him to answer. "You were telling me how you're supposed to have a nurse watching you at all times because of your sensory issues and how you tore your skin off?" You nod, now remembering that that was indeed where you were, and continue chatting to him. He moves his head from facing the television and towards you so he can focus on what you're saying better.

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A loud shrieking noise echoed throughout all of Arkham, reverberating through the halls and down every cell. You whipped your head quickly towards where you think the source of the sound came from, an alarmed expression on your face. "Oh that's just Man-Bat. Don't worry about it." Harley states, throughout the time you've been hanging around the villains they've swapped positions and places on the couches, although you stayed where you were. Right now, Harley was on your left, lounging across the arm of the sofa languidly, with Clayface on the opposite couch from you, not quite as relaxed as Harley but not as uptight as he was earlier. He was letting himself goop onto the floor and all over the couch. Joker had moved over to a table and was writing ideas down, theming from fish with smiles on them to... something Christmas themed- it looked like that to you, at least.

You grimace, "It was loud. Is that going to happen again? Because I can't do that." Clayface shrugs, or at least forms shoulders to shrug and then go back to a more liquid form. "I dunno puddin' cake. Usually they drug him asleep when he starts screeching, but ain't no one runnin' through here." You tilt your head inquisitively, "Puddin' cake? That's an interesting one." She mirrors your head tilt, lappets flopping to the side as she does, "You don't like it?" She questioned. "I don't mind it, it's just unusual." She nods at that and goes back to focusing on you, no longer tilting her head.

Your eyes are beginning to burn, a dulled red burn that eases it's ache as you close your eyes. You're only going to close them for a little bit, just to ease the ache. Only, you started napping.

You were very cute to the villains in the room. A young autistic kid whose horrible family and terrible support system led to them needing to be placed in Arkham Asylum in all places, having to seek solace in criminals instead of the doctors supposed to be helping. Sure, only a few parts of that sentiment was true, but... does it matter when that's what they believe? And want to believe.

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The reason why nobody was scrambling to sedate Man-Bat is because they were scrambling to find you. The two nurses who were supposed to be watching you forgot. That's right they forgot whom they're supposed to be watching over because... they didn't care. It was just a job like any other to them. But... when they remembered, they reported to Officer John that you eloped during a switch off and they couldn't find you. It wasn't true, but John didn't like you anyway so he accepted it as fact.

They've been attempting to find you everywhere. The bathrooms, the common area, your 'room', even outside! They checked everywhere but where you were. The villain's area. When they eventually did though, they were surprised to find you napping.

"HEY!" Was all John could get out before Clayface smashed his arm onto John's mouth. Clayface began to move his face down his arm until he got close enough to whisper to John. "Shhh... You're going to wake them up." And then Clayface released him. He left in a dumbfounded haze and walked towards the office of the man running Arkham Asylum. He needed to hear this. Villains, acting out over some teenager, I mean. A teenager was with them for hours, and they're okay!

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"Alfred, I heard some chatter from the Arkham guards and nurses. Can you have the Bat-computer bring up all of the information on all of the patients at Arkham who are minors?" "A sudden interest in another child, sir?" He pauses for a moment, turning to his butler with a mild look of amusement, "Of course not Alfred, just making sure Arkham isn't doing anything wrong."

Alfred raised an eyebrow at that, but dutifully did as Bruce commanded. "So why the sudden interest in Arkham Asylum patients?" Bruce took off the cowl as he sat down in front of the Bat-computer. "Because, there was a teenager who went into the villain side of Arkham, and was fine. I want to know why they're in Arkham, and why they're still okay. I need to make sure everyone is safe in Gotham."

Bruce began to study each file, although there were only a few minors in Arkham, and only one teenager.

You.

What is so peculiar about you?

[trangoldin]

[ethos-labrador]

for those like me that want proof this is real:

[forever-let-it-burn]

[elvencantation]

While the giant bill was fake, it represented a very real accomplishment. The group raised more than $17,000, which purchased more than $1.6 million in medical debt owed by Philadelphians, according to their nonprofit partner RIP Medical Debt.

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[silverolivia-upsidedown]

This is a great way to undermine the system that we are trapped in

[uniquecrash5]

The fact that this can be done at all shows how utterly bullshit the entire system is. There was literally no reason for that medical debt to exist in the first place.

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Let's say you owe a private hospital ten thousand dollars, but you have very few assets, so they're pretty sure they're never getting any of that back. There's ninety nine other people who also each owe the hospital ten thousand dollars. (It doesn't have to be a hospital; any debt can be sold this way.) The hospital has shit to do and the low chances of you paying them mean it's an unnecessary drain on their time and resources to hound you all for it. But they can get *some* money, by selling your debt to a third party.

Let's say the sell each ten thousand dollar debt for ten dollars (I'm making all these numbers up for simplicity). So a third party gives the hospital one thousand dollars, and now all hundred of you owe that third party ten thousand instead! You're in the clear with the hospital, you owe it to these guys now! And their job is to hound and harrass you for the money you owe. If one of you pays up more than a thousand dollars, you've covered their initial investment. These guys are gambling on the likelihood that enough of you can pay your debts that you make it worth the time they spend tracking you and harrassing you.

Or, instead of trying to get the money out of you, they can just... decide you don't owe them. Why not? They own the debt. They can fork out a thousand bucks, buy a million in debt, and forgive it. That's what these guys did. (This is also a favourite move of John Oliver; if you ever see headlines about John Oliver forgiving debt, this is what he's doing). A small payment can take a massive weight off the shoulders of a lot of struggling people.

Again, I made up the numbers to simplify the math. But this is how the process works.

[turbozarky]

seventeen thousand dollars to buy SIXTEEN MILLION DOLLARS OF DEBT. Absolutely FUCKED at how cheap our misery and servitude is.

[enkiduofvideogames]

thing is, the debt companies *hate* this, because it means that it gives hope to people saddled with unimaginable debt that someone will come along and buy that debt and cancel it. So more people don't pay their debts, and they lose money. Debt buying companies do their *damnedest* to keep people like these philadelphhians and john oliver from doing exactly this.

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you can do this too! Follow OP's link to https://ripmedicaldebt.org/ and donate whatever you can. For every $1 you donate, they buy $100 of debt and cancel it. I donate $10 each month just to get that amazing email that says I've been personally responsible for cancelling $1000 of medical debt - it's genuinely the best $10 I spend each month 😊

[macleod]

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