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chaoticpuff17 · 2 days

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Amygdala

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part 17

Yoongi could only follow behind as Margot threw herself into the restaurant and into Tae-il’s waiting arms. A small smile, one that was barely even there, pulled at the corner of his lips as he watched the reunion.

Here Margot was free with her affection. She made no effort to hide how much she loved the old man, and Tae-il made no attempt to hide how relieved he was to see her alive and in one piece, clutching the young woman to him as she threw her arms around him in a heartwarming homecoming. She was happy here in a way that she was not back at the penthouse.

Yoongi felt the briefest twinge of guilt before it was swept away. She’d be just as happy with him in time. She’d been happy with him before, and she would again. It didn’t sit quite so well with him though that she was so happy somewhere that wasn’t with him. He knew the ugly feeling welling up in his chest was jealousy, but he refused to acknowledge that he was jealous of someone who was practically her father.

“Margot, what are you doing here?” Tae-il whispered into her hair as he clutched her tight.

“He offered to bring me here for lunch.” she whispered back. “Don’t mention the call.”

Tae-il nodded, squeezing her tight again before letting her go. “I’ve missed you, Margot.” He held her at arms length scanning her for any injuries. “You look ill.” He noted, quickly taking in the slightly ashen note to her skin after several days wallowing, and the faint circles under her eyes. “Has he not been taking care of you?”

“I’ve been taking very good care of her.” Yoongi piped up with a scoff, walking over with his hands tucked into his pockets. “Your niece is very stubborn though.”

“Then you should have taken better care of her.” Tae-il sniped back, pushing Margot slightly behind him as though that would stop Yoongi from getting to her if he truly wanted to. She was there by his good will, and they would leave when he wanted them to. Everything in between was a gift to Margot.

“I take perfectly good care of her.” He sniped back, before bowing and muttering a respectful greeting. He was here to win points after all not to alienate her family.

Tae-il surveyed the younger man, taking him in with a certain distaste that had not been there in years past but had been all too prevalent since they’d crossed paths again. If he’d had his way, Margot would have been set up with a nice boy like that young detective who regularly came to the restaurant. She would have been safe and happy and settled with someone who wasn’t involved in unsavory business, but that wasn’t what fate had had in store for the young woman, and he could only hope that she would be able to disentangle herself from the young man before it was too late.

“Have you eaten, Margot?” Tae-il asked, tearing his attention away from Yoongi and placing it back on Margot.

“Not yet.” she shook her head, eyeing the two men carefully as though a fist fight was about to break out. “We just finished some errands. I was wearing a hole through his credit card in retaliation for the kidnapping.”

“Did it work?”

Margot sighed dramatically, sinking into the seat of one of the empty tables with Tae-il taking the one across from her. “Unfortunately not. He’s ridiculously okay with me spending all his money.”

“He hasn’t hurt you has he?” Tae-il asked, brows scrunched together in a serious expression.

“I would never hurt her.” Yoongi grumbled, affronted by the question as he took the seat next to Margot. “What kind of man do you think I am?”

“A criminal.” Margot and Tae-il responded in unison much to Yoongi’s chagrin.

Margot did her best to keep conversation light and as unsuspicious as possible as lunch continued. Any mistake on her part could mean the end to her supposed freedom. She still wasn’t sure that Yoongi was completely serious about letting her leave the penthouse whenever she wanted so long as her guard dogs went with her. She had a sneaking suspicion that any major mistakes on her part and Yoongi would take that freedom away as quickly as he had given it. She knew with absolute certainty that her phone call to Tae-il earlier would be one of those mistakes.

Tae-il was doing an admirable job of pretending as though the conversation had never happened, and Yoongi was none the wiser. For the most part he had kept quiet over the course of lunch, content to sit with his arm slung over the back of her chair watching her as she sat and caught up with the only family she had in the country.

His eyes remained glued on her the entire time, transfixed by the way she smiled as she spoke to her ‘uncle’. She was happy here in the restaurant, at ease. Yoongi hadn’t seen her truly at ease since he’d laid eyes on her that first night. Ever since then she’d been holding herself back from him, stiff and wary. He loved seeing her like this though. Like this she was bright and vibrant.

He could take in all of her when she was like this. He could appreciate the way she talked with her hands just like she had when they were in school together. He could see the way the corners of her eyes creased when she laughed, her eyes sparkling. It wasn’t a half-hearted scoff or sardonic chuckle. This was a joyous sound that bubbled up from her and overtook her whole being, her head thrown back causing the little gold bumble bees dangling from her ears to sparkle in the light.

As happy as Yoongi was to see her like this, he couldn’t completely dampen down the burning jealousy that roiled in his gut. Part of him hated that he wasn’t the one who had caused her to laugh like this. He hadn’t been the one to make her this happy. The few times her attention had wavered to him the spark had flickered from her eye replaced by an annoyance that did nothing to sooth his jealous spirit.

It was that jealous spark that encouraged him to try to draw her attention back to him. It was little things. The tips of his fingers would trail across the upper part of her arm, a delicate motion that pulled her attention to him for a moment as if to ask him to stop, all though he didn’t. She was his girl after all,and he had every right to touch her. It grounded him in a way and helped him to keep jealousy at bay when he touched her. It reminded him that she was right there with him even if her attention wasn’t focused on him.

Yoongi didn’t consider himself to be a jealous man, not usually, but there was something about Margot that raised all sorts of demons within him. For her he would commit all sorts of unspeakable crimes. He would do just about anything if she commanded it. If so much as a hair on her precious head was harmed, he would raze the city to the ground. Granted he would never tell her any of this. His Margot was a precious creature who wouldn’t want him to do such things for her sake. She wouldn’t want him to do such things though as was proven by her current disdain for him.

Just as he had gotten his jealousy under control a deep voice called out, pulling all three of their attentions towards the door of the restaurant.

“Margot-ssi!”

Yoongi and Margot both turned to see Kim Namjoon standing in the doorway looking rumpled and harried as though he had rushed over and his eyes fixed on Margot with extreme relief. It was a look that didn’t sit well with Yoongi at all. His eyes narrowed in on the other man as he made his way towards the group his focus on Margot who was sitting and staring at him with wide eyes.

“Margot-ssi,” he started, a little breathless. “Are you alright? Tae-il-ssi said you had been kidnapped, and no one could reach you!”

“Namjoon-ssi.” Margot gave him a smile, a strained brittle expression not at all like the smiles she had displayed up until then. “I can’t imagine what you’re talking about.”

“Margot-ssi…” Namjoon hesitated, taking stock of the strained atmosphere around Margot and Tae-il and of how Yoongi was staring daggers at him.

Margot glanced between Namjoon and Yoongi very aware of how precarious the situation was. Both men looked like they wanted to knock the other flat on their ass, and she doubted very much that a brawl would do much for her freedom.

“Namjoon-ssi, it’s good to see you. How have you been?” She kept the smile on her face bright as she glanced from Yoongi to Namjoon again trying, to signal that he also needed to keep the situation light- for all their sakes.

“I’ve been well.” He responded, words slow and measured as he tried to puzzle out what Margot was trying to tell him. “No one has heard from you in a few days. We weren’t sure you were alright.”

Yoongi scoffed at that, his derision clear. “Of course she’s alright. I would never let anything happen to my Margot.”

“I’m sure.” Namjoon replied dryly, his own distaste for Yoongi just as clear. “But you can understand the concern when no one could get a hold of her, and no one knew where she was.”

Yoongi smiled, a terrible and sharp expression more reminiscent of a predator baring their teeth than a smile. “As you can see, she’s perfectly fine. No need to worry.”

Namjoon replied with a smile of his own, an expression that was equally as strained and untrue as Yoongi’s. “Of course there was a need to worry. I’m sure you’d be just as worried if she disappeared for a week, and you couldn’t reach her. It’s natural to think that something… unsavory had happened.”

Yoongi moved his arm from the back of her chair to wrap it around her waist, pulling her snuggly into his side. “As you can see, she’s just fine, Detective Kim.”

“I think I’d like to hear that from her, if that’s alright with you?” Namjoon kept up his smile, quirking a brow in an almost challenging expression as he spoke to Yoongi.

“Margot?” Yoongi asked, eyes glittering with something dark and wild as he turned the question over to her.

Margot didn’t need him to say it to know what would happen if she didn’t choose her words very carefully. The look in his eyes was enough to tell her that she wouldn’t like the consequences should this interaction not go his way. She didn’t think he would harm her, but she wouldn’t put it past him to harm Tae-il or Maria. She wouldn’t put it past him to harm Namjoon either if the detective continued to get on his nerves, and that wasn’t something that Margot wanted weighing on her conscience.

“I’m perfectly unharmed.” she replied, keeping her smile fixed in place despite the anxiety churning in her gut. “I’m sorry to have worried everyone though. My phone broke, and I haven’t had a chance to replace it yet.”

“I thought you were heading to the countryside to help out Tae-il-ssi's brother?” Namjoon questioned, not believing her for a moment.

“Plans changed.”

Namjoon nodded, glancing between her and Yoongi and taking note of the way that Yoongi’s arm kept itself possessively curled around her. He noted the stiff way in which she held herself in his embrace and the nervous way in which Tae-il’s eyes kept darting between her, Yoongi, and Namjoon as though waiting for something bad to happen. He noted the pleading look in Margot’s eyes, willing him to leave the situation alone for the moment. He noted the way that Yoongi looked at him as though willing him to make a mistake of some kind.

“You should really get your phone fixed, Margot-ah.” He switched to the informal, taking special notice of the way that Yoongi’s expression turned even more sour. “Text me when you get it fixed. You know I’m always happy to help if you need anything.”

“I have all of Margot’s needs well in hand.” Yoongi interrupted before Margot could say anything else. “That I can promise you.”

He flexed his arm, pulling Margot imperceptibly closer. It was a possessive act meant to send a clear signal to Namjoon that his assistance wasn’t needed or wanted.

“I’ll give you a call when I can.” Margot promised, attempting to break the tension though it did little good.

“I’ll hold you to it.” he nodded, shooting her a charming smile that only served to make Yoongi’s blood boil.

Yoongi stood suddenly, pulling Margot up with him as he gave their bullshit excuses and goodbyes to Namjoon and Tae-il. “Let’s go, Margot.”

“Yoon-Yoongi!” She stuttered out, trying to pull out of his hold as he made a half-hearted goodbye to Tae-il for the sake of politeness and began to drag her towards the entrance of the restaurant. “Yoongi, wait!”

“We’re going home.” He growled, tugging her forward his grip firm but not painful as he forced her onward.

“Yoongi, please!”

The patrons in the restaurant watched on in morbid fascination to what they had to have thought was a domestic dispute. People loved to watch other people’s dramas unfold, and this was certainly a good one given the way everyone was staring.

“You can’t make her go if she doesn’t want to.” Namjoon asserted, striding forward and grabbing her free hand at the wrist. The motion stopped their whole group in its track.

Yoongi’s eyes slowly traveled down to where Namjoon’s hand was clasped around Margot’s wrist, narrowing in displeasure his jaw clenched.

“Remove your hand before I remove it for you.” He hissed, his own grip tightening on Margot’s other arm.

“She doesn’t have to go anywhere she doesn’t want to.”

Her eyes darted between the two, her mind racing as she tried to configure a plan to keep Yoongi from committing a murder in the middle of the day. The look in his eye didn’t promise good things if Namjoon didn’t let go of her wrist soon.

“Yoongi.” she murmured, her voice all soft and pleading. “Yoongi, it’s alright.”

His attention flickered back to her briefly before it returned back to Namjoon his tongue in his cheek.

“Namjoon.” Margot implored, turning to the other man. “Namjoon, I’m fine, but you need to let go now.”

“You can’t seriously want me to let you go with him?” Namjoon asked, incredulous. “Margot, just last week the very thought of him terrified you so much that you wanted to leave the city. You can’t want to go with him now.”

Her eyes flickered to Yoongi’s quickly, taking in the dangerous set of his jaw as he listened. This was going south far too quickly, and she didn’t know how much damage control she could do if any.

“I’ll be just fine, Namjoon. He’s not going to hurt me.” She kept her tone even and calm even though her limbs were shaking. She knew that Namjoon could feel the tremors. “I’ll call and let you know that I’m fine as soon as I can.”

“Mari-ah.” Yoongi called her name sharply.

She turned to him briefly and then back to Namjoon. “Could you do me a favor, Namjoon?”

“Anything.”

“Look after Tae-il for me?”

Gently, Margot tugged her wrist out of his hold, turning her whole attention back to Yoongi who was silently seething next to her.

“Take me home, Yoongi.” she requested, keeping the same soft pleading in her voice as before. Her gaze flitted across his features anxiously, the feeling growing worse and worse the longer that they stood there immobile.

Margot had always been a peacemaker. Perhaps it was due to her own parent’s unhappy marriage the resulting unhappy childhood that had been inflicted on herself and her sister. Perhaps it was a byproduct of the anxiety that she was riddled with. Perhaps it was just her nature, but better for worse she was a peacemaker. If there was a way that she could keep an argument from breaking out or that she could ease tension in a situation, she would do it, ever the people pleaser.

“Take me home.” she repeated, less a request now than an order no matter how softly spoken it was, and much to her relief, it worked.

Yoongi’s expression softened. The tension left his jaw, and his eyes took on less of a glare as he looked at her. He was a hard man, but he would always be soft for her.

“Yoongi.” she tried again, her tone even more firm than before though her voice was still soft as she spoke. “Take me home.”

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spiderprincess-suffet · 1 day

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I frickin love my Aus Sally, i purposely made her the opposite of how the fandom majority sees her and I love her now lol.

I feel like the Creepypasta fandom has this overly Pure and innocent view of Sally, with the frilly dresses bows and sweet innocent attitude even not allowing any shipping with her as odd as that is.

I've seen many people headcannon her as Aroace Wich Is fine if you just like it or are even self projecting a bit cuz I've seen people do but, butttt ive also seen a pretty big amount of people headcannon her as Aroace specifically because of the SA in her story, and that's never really sat right with me just cuz it kinda sends the message of

If you've been SA'd in the past you'll never feel love or want to even think of anything romantic or sexual again. Which admittedly can happen as a trauma response but it's not all the time people have many different trauma responses and for my Sally I wanted to lean away from that.

My Sally isn't some innocent girl who can't defend herself and wears all these frilly dresses and needs to be covered at all times, she's not afraid to wear things like Tanktops crop tops shorts heels and just generally more revealing stuff like most of the fandom tends to portray her as, tho obviously it's not to the overly sexualized and inappropriate type of revealing stuff I'm just saying Sally isn't held back by the SA she's grown up and she's not ashamed of her body and not afraid to wear more revealing stuff like Tanktops as it's not what you wear NO ONE deserves SA or is asking for it just by wearing shorts or a crop top and you shouldn't be expected to be innocent and completely covered at all times it's okay to wear whatever it's up to the adults to not be creepy about it.

She's still girly overall loves pink and ribbons and glitter but she's not some innocent child she knows what happened to her was wrong and she's trying to move on from it and live a normal life, she's also not stupid and can defend herself another thing that buggs me is how many people make characters like Masky or Toby or slender always come to her rescue making sure no man can hurt her again but to me that just takes away her agency, saying she needs all the men in her life to protect her when she can protect herself they should be guiding her and teaching her how to fight properly not just doing it for her.

She also likes romance talk my Sally is Bisexual as just because you were SA'd doesn't mean you can never love or want to be loved again shes a normal bisexual girl who gets crushes and sure she still feels awkward and is very cautious especially around men but still she likes to fantasize about going on dates and getting valentine's gifts and that's okay XD

Uh I hope I explained this well im not trying to offend anyone and I'm pretty bad at explaining my thoughts but I tried sorry it might not come off as I intended so feel free to ask questions I'll be glad to attempt some clarifying.🫠

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gunilslaugh · 3 days

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Best Of The Worst Pt.2

Han Hyeongjun Summary: You spilled the queen's secret. Now what will Hyeongjun do with that information? (non-idol au) WC:~1k Warning:none

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“Good enough?” You checked. Hyeongjun runs his tongue across the inside of his cheek.

“How did you get this information?” he asked.

“Very unfortunate timing,” you answered. Hyeongjun looks at the dejected look on your face and chuckles.

“Keep talking,” he tells you.

“I was doing my daily chores. I was heading out to take in the laundry, but instead I walked right into the blacksmith talking to the queen about how he has the right to see his son,” you explained.

“You call that unfortunate timing? Knowing that secret gives you so much power,” he says.

“No, it got me locked in a wooden crate and thrown off a waterfall. The queen ordered to have me killed!” you ranted angrily.

“Oh honey, you should have threatened her with the secret before she could even think about disposing you,” he mocked you.

“Sorry I’m not an evil person like you, so I don’t know much about doing stuff like that,” you sassed him back.

“Should I teach you then?” he offered. Your brows knitted together in confusion.

“Teach me?” you questioned.

“Yes, teach you. You must want some type of revenge right? She did try to kill you,” he notes.

“As upset as I am about that. I really just want to live my life peacefully. I’m free from the castle, so I should take the chance to start a new life,” you state.

“You’re so boring!” Hyeongjun leaned back dramatically. “The queen tried to take your life! Scare her a bit!” He said manically. You could literally see the crazy in his eyes.

“You can scare her if you want. I should get going now,” you say.

“Go where exactly? You lived in the castle as a maid didn’t you? You have nowhere to go.”

“Why do you care? I’ll figure it out,” you tell him. You started to walk in your way.

“Let’s go see the blacksmith.” Hyeongjun swung his arm around your shoulder . To which you smack his hand.

“Let go of me.” You walk out of his grasp. “Why would I go with you anyway?” You continued to walk. Once more Hyeongjun came up to you, but this time he linked his arm with yours instead of putting it around your shoulders.

“You don’t have anywhere else to go anyway. Come with me.” He pulled you along by your linked arm.

“We had a deal,” you reminded, pausing your footsteps.

“Yes we did and you said if I didn’t think the secret was good enough I could kill you or whatever I fancy,” he pointed.

“So? You were clearly interested in it. That means I can go on my way.” You tried to pull your arm from his, but he held it in place.

“I never said it was good enough.” He tauntingly turned his head to the side. “But I don’t feel like killing you, which leaves whatever I fancy,” he smirked.

“And you fancy me seeing the blacksmith with you?” you say.

“Quick catch.” He winked at you. “Now come on.” He pulled you along again.

The journey to the blacksmith was weird to say the least. It was mostly quiet, with little words exchanged between the two of you. However it was still very unnerving. You felt as if at any second Hyeongjun could turn around and kill you. Not to mention the fact that his arm never left yours. The whole way your arms were linked at the elbows. Everytime you tried to slip yours out of the hold, Hyeongjun would hold your arm tighter.

When you arrived at the village Hyeongjun finally let your arm be free of his grasp. Only to then be covered in his long coat.

“What are you doing?” you questioned.

“You’re dressed like a maid. You stick out too much,” he justified. You would never admit it, but he did have a point. You being spotted when you're supposed to be dead certainly wouldn’t be a good thing.

“Let’s just hurry and find the blacksmith,” you grumbled, pulling Hyeongjun’s jacket closed to hide your apparel. You can’t help but smell the waft of Hyeongjun’s scent from his jacket. It was woody with a bit of ash and something you're not quite sure of.

Soon enough you arrived at the blacksmith’s shop. Once you entered the shop Hyeongjun pulled the big double doors closed behind the two of you with a loud bang.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing!” The blacksmith yelled.

“Do you want to see your son or not?” Hyeongjun got straight to the point. The backsmith looked at Hyeongjun perplexedly before his eyes fell onto you.

“You’re the maid from this morning right?” he asked you.

“Yes.” You let go of the fabric of Hyeongjun’s jacket, revealing your maid outfit.

“What are you doing here?” he questioned.

“The queen tried to kill them for knowing about the prince’s real bloodline, so I’m gonna show them how to get revenge,” Hyeongjun answered.

“I never agreed to-”

“Whatever I fancy.” Hyeongjun cut you off.

“Wait. You can’t keep-”

“I’ll just kill you then,” he cut you off again.

“But our deal is over-”

“It’s over when I say it’s over. You should have made the conditions on ‘whatever you fancy’ more clear.” Hyeongjun smirks at you. You sigh. For a second you momentarily forgot that Hyeongjun wasn’t a good guy either. You should have expected that he would find a way to screw you too. Although you guess it’s better than someone actively trying to kill you, but it still sucked.

“Oh come on honey, don’t glare at me like that,” he said with a pout.

“Hate to step in on your little moment, but you asked me if I wanted to see my son,” the blacksmith interrupted.

“Ah yes that. Well the whole village will know that he’s not the king’s blood soon, so he’ll probably want to know who his real dad is,” Hyeongjun discloses.

“Hyeongjun no. The queen will really have me dead if word gets out,” you refused.

“She already thinks you’re dead. All you have to do is watch her go insane over the news and enjoy it.” You can see the crazy light up in his eyes.

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justlostintheinternet · 22 hours

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HERE IS MY RAMBLING CONCERNING TMAGP 17

Spoilers under the cut of course

Disclaimer: I spent 2 hours on this post making theories up as I went. It's probably not making sense in some ways but at this point I just want to finish it because even if it was fun to write I'm kind of too tired of it to reread it for typos and everything. Please feel free to point out things that do not make sence and make your own theories (I love reading them and will probably reply but I'm just done at the moment), but I won't change anything on this post because I don't want to spend another 2 hours or more theorising.

Okay so there a lot happening in this episode... Let's talk about Today's "Protagonist" statement, Darrien.

Statement and Research assessment for candidate PD553 Magnus Institute – Oxford Outreach Centre. Private and confidential. Viability as subject – low Viability as agent – low Viability as catalyst – low Recommend continued incarceration as part of Welling Mutare Materia research program.

The Magnus institute makes a comeback ! In this document, Darrien is said to be a candidate, not a patient, not a suspect, a candidate.

And with it's viability on everything, I'm part of the people convinced TMAGP Magnus Institute served the same purpose as the Institute for TMA.

Viability as catalyst - For me, a catalyst would be the tipping point to send the world into an apocalypse, (so the equivalent of Jon/the Archivists).

Viability as agent – For the Agents, I think this would be more like the Assistants in TMA. Here to "help" the catalyst reach the goal of the Institute. Or also maybe something kind of similar to the Externals of the OIAR, to take care of "nuisances" Viability as subject – I'm a bit more lost considering the subjects. But it could perhaps be "Test subjects", in a trying artefacts and spooky powers on them way ? This is the one I'm less certain about.

One question I'm wondering, is the Magnus Institute still fully Eye aligned, perhaps being more controled by the Web, or since the fears have been said to be more muddled in TMAGP (Said by Jonny or Alex if I'm right), just wanting to bring the apocalypse without any perticular Fear getting more control ?

Coming back to Darrien.

He got caught, probably having Sharon tipping the institute off (With a Statement perhaps ? Having your violent boss mysterious half-brother/doppleganger killing him and taking his place would probably work as a statement)

I’ve lived Darien’s life for four years now. It wasn’t as hard as you’d think, turns out your world and mine are pretty similar.

The whole statement makes me think of the woman in TMA with Hill Top Road, who 'slipped' into another world.

And of course, of the person classifying this statement, our dear Celia.

The Case finishes and CELIA considers it for a moment. ALICE is sat nearby working with headphones on. CELIA (to computer) Thanks, I guess. Not exactly the same is it? ALICE (removing earbuds) What's up? Got a good one? CELIA Nothing useful. ALICE (returning earbuds) I mean when are they ever? CELIA True. Beat. She sighs. CELIA CONT. (to herself) True.

I have to admit first, one of the first thoughts that came to mind on the Celia situation after this episode was "She didn't kill her other self to steal her son and her place, right ?"

But, this part makes me think otherwise

Thanks, I guess. Not exactly the same is it?

Not exactly the same, so I'm more of the opinion that she relates more to the 'getting stuck in another world' part rather then the 'murdering your other self'.

The baby, Jack could have came from her pre-TMA apocalypse life, which could explain the lack of father (hard to ask for child support from a man you don't remember in another world (if she is the same Celia as in TMA, and don't even remember her own name, Id say it's not too far fetched that she might not remember a significant other), with the pregnancy perhaps having been halted from progressing by the domains, a cryptic pregnancy or just something that wasn't mentioned in the TMA episodes or more simply, it could be a one night stand that lead to nowhere in TMAGP world.

Now at this point, I think it's pretty safe to say that Celia came to work in the OIAR looking for information, on how she came to this world or the reason she seems to sleepwalk.

Talking about her sleepwalking accidents, she woke up next to an highway and on the tracks of a train. Now I wonder why whatever is trying to kill her by putting her in dangerous situations, because I don't think normal sleepwalking takes you to Oxford.

Writing this I realised the document mentionned Oxford Outreach Center as some kind of a branch of the Magnus Institute, and it's also mentioned as a place where the rich Darrien had gone to university.

So there the possibility that something is trying to kill her (perhaps because she doesn't belong in this world), but also she could be attracted to some kind of place ?

LOOKING BACK TO HILL TOP ROAD ON GOOGLE MAPS I REALISED THAT

1: It's located in Oxford

2: There is multiple universities around it

So she could be attracted to Hill Top Road because there might be some kind of pull to it for people from other universes. Because at this point I don't think her and Darrien are the only ones that ended up in another universe.

Anyway, there was a new receptionist behind the old front desk, some big, soft looking guy who stumbled over every word. A year ago, it would have probably wound me right up but what can I say? Therapy works. There was another patient too, some bookish-looking guy with serious city miles. I used to play the game “what are you in for” where I would pass the time guessing… well, you know. In my head he was definitely some kind of weird pervert, really into stroking orchids or something. Thinking back, I almost wonder if the same thing happened to them… Do you know? Would you even tell me if you did?

This feels a LOT like a red hearing, I can almost hear Jonny and Alex cackling knowing we would freak out about those descriptions. I want JonMart to be okay, but I think they could just be lookalikes of TMA Jmart. Or just alternate universe versions of Jon and Martin because i'm still dead set on the TMA Jon, Martin and Jonah are stuck in the putter theory.

If I'm following the dopplegangers we have here, Darrien ended up with his other self and killed him. Celia (aka probably TMA Lynne Hammond), couldn't remember her own name, so it could probably be difficult to track her TMAGP self (who would probably still be name Lynne since Celia only lost her name in the apocalypse) if she has one, suffer from sleepwalking that tries to kill her/bring her back to Hill Top Road.

Could something try to eliminate doppegangers so there is only one left in a universe ? And since Celia can't find TMAGP Lynne, something could try to make things "right" by killing one the double.

#tmagp spoilers #tmapg theory #tmagp 17 #tmagp celia #the magnus protocol #magnus protocol #tmagp #some of those theories probably don't make any sense #but I have been on this post for 2 hours #And my brain love making connections out of nowhere #So enjoy :)

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octoberautumnbox · 2 days

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hello kuya box, just wanted to pop in and ask how you're doing :) I've been (im)patiently waiting for yuri comeback news so I can finally get into her more :<)

Fluffy question for you:

Imagine you and Yuri are in school together. You're both in the same friend group and you've had a secret crush on her for years now. While you're hanging out with your friends, you suddenly find yourself alone with her. Despite your anxiety, the moment just feels right - how would you confess to her?

have a yuri :)

hi 0cta9on! everyone and their moms on the edge of their seats for that cb i get it GJKSHFJKDHSGKJSFHJK but we gotta let her cook!! :DDDD

also i keep getting requests and ideas for this general plot LMAO i'll get to that draft eventually! in the meantime please enjoy this short thingy ehe

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It's been about forty minutes now, and nearly everyone is rolling around in the grass of the Sunken Garden. The admin should be kicking people out right now, but for some reason, nobody hears your friends' racket, allowing you free reign for as long as nobody comes near enough. It's strange that you have the free real estate all to yourself, but you're not one to complain. Finals were tough on everybody, and by the looks of it, you and your friends most of all.

Hanbin and Jeongin are locked in a verbal argument, threatening to turn physical soon. Somi yaps on with Chaeryeong off to the side, spilling their drinks on the soil and forming puddles of intoxicating mud in the ground. And finally, Ryujin lies face down in the grass, true to character, and the sheer fact that it's Ryujin silences any alarms that she might be in danger that would have otherwise started blaring in your head.

All that's left is you and Yuri, sitting on a nearby tree root, watching the scenes unfold by the light of a streetlamp infested with moths. She eyes each one lazily, from the fight, to the gossip, to Ryujin who is most probably not dead, as she sips beer from her bottle and punctuates the swig with a relief-filled "ahhh."

Her beauty is mesmerizing, from her half-lidded eyes, to the way her hair perfectly frames her face, to how her lips curl with each sip she takes of her drink. It's nothing like anyone has ever seen before, or, at least not the way you've seen her. It doesn't help that the moon, full as can be, shines its borrowed light as if only on her, like a spotlight to the main character of a soap opera.

It must be the alcohol; it must be. There's not a single reason in the world that you feel the way you feel right now. Never mind that it's bad tonight, never mind that she's so pretty, never mind that this is the first chance you've ever had alone with her, never mind that it might also be the last...

Your heart pounds nearly as hard as your head throbs in search of water. Everything is wrong, and there's only one way to make it right. Lie to yourself, "it's only the alcohol, it's only the alcohol..." Kick yourself mentally: you know it's not.

"Yuri," you say tentatively. Part of you wishes she'd heard and would turn your way, the rest of you prays she didn't.

"Yeah?" Look over to her, find her gaze still glued to the various comical sights in front of the both of you. She smiles at her friends' antics, and she smiles to you. Your eyes make contact, and you swear you've never felt more honest — honest and vulnerable.

"It's only the alcohol, it's only the alcohol..." It repeats like a broken record in your head. You try your damnedest to convince yourself it's only the alcohol, that she's just that pretty tonight, that she's just that pretty every night the past ten years you've known her. This isn't anything special. This is just plain old Yuri. Nothing more, nothing less.

Just Yuri.

"N-nothing. Nice night out, huh?" You realize you're staring, and you avoid her eyes. Take a panicked sip of your own beer, but, fuck, did you make it look not-panicked?

"Yeah, it is. Really is." Yuri places her head on your shoulder and sighs all the air out her lungs. Her eyes flutter shut as she fills her lungs again with a crisp night breeze. By accident, you swear by accident, the fragrance of her hair enters your nostrils, and you take in the comfort of her being plainly close to you.

And just like that, you fail again. Your feelings stay tightly locked in a box, buried deep in the recesses of your heart. Who knows when they'll surface, or if they ever will.

Fuck it. This is enough. More than, even. This is Yuri.

Just Yuri. Nothing more. Nothing less.

#jo yuri #jo yuri fluff #kpop fluff #girl group fluff #izone fluff

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gallavichsreddie1128 · 3 days

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Which one? (Hannibal/Will)

Description: Both of them like Y/N and when she finds out she was to choose

Word Count: 714

Request:

Hi could you please write a fanfic, where both Hannibal and Will are -obsessively- interested in the reader, who is completely oblivious. After she finally realizes their interest, she needs to choose one of them (preferably Hannibal) and it ends in smut?

Author’s note: I completely forgot to add the smut I’m so sorry but I hope you like it! Also feel free to send in request. I’m currently on a Challengers kick but I’ll take anything!

Hannibal and Will have lots in common even if they don’t want to admit it. Hannibal though does but Will would rather die than admit to anyone that he is like the physiatrist. They share something that one could kill the other for: feelings for Y/N. They both knew it and hated the fact that they both liked her. She was oblivious to it which made it better for them but also annoying.

They both wondered if she had feelings for one of them. She never showed signs of it but that didn’t mean she didn’t have feelings for one of them. It was rather annoying to everyone around the three watching it all go down. Will would glare at Hannibal anytime he talked to Y/N and Hannibal planned to eat Will anytime he talked to Y/N. Y/N just thought the two guys were just being nice. “Will, Y/N probably wants an older man that can show her the best time.” Hannibal told him as they walked away from her. “I am an older man to her, Hannibal. You would be an elder to her.” Hannibal snorted at his comment.

Y/N was almost 30 so both men were older than her. Y/N wasn’t ever picky with the ages of her partners, as long as they were around her age or older. The day that Y/N realized that they both liked her was when she overheard their conversation. “Y/N would choose me. I’m smart, good looking and I have an accent.” Hannibal told Will. “She would choose me. We have more in common and I make her laugh harder.” Both had great points but Y/N was too shocked to even think about it. Both of them liked her? She had to get away before they saw her listening to them.

The next day was like any other except that she was well aware of what they were doing. Fighting for her love, attention. They both were good looking men. How could she choose? “Guys we need to talk.” She tells them, her voice had a hint of sadness in it. They looked at her waiting for her to continue. “I know that you both like me.” She states at looks at the two of them. Hannibal hides his shock but Will’s eyes widened. “Oh my how did you know?” He asked. “I overheard you guys talking about it.” Hannibal looked down as did Will. She had to choose one of them. “Who are you choosing and why is it me?” Will gave Hannibal a weird look. “You don’t know that.” He said. Y/N looked between them….

Will’s Version

“Hanni you’re very nice but I like Will.” She said to the older man. Will wanted to celebrate and laugh in Hannibal’s face but he was too mature for that. Hannibal nodded and gave her a small smile. He was embarrassed that Will was right and sad. “But we can still be friends.” She told him. “I’d like that.” He said and walked away. Will walked up to her and cupped her face, “Thank you.” He said before leaning in and kissing her.

Hanni’s version

“Well because I like you Hannibal.” She answered his egotistical question. Will looked shocked. Hannibal smiled and turned to Will. “And see I was right.” “Hanni, don’t be mean I can always change my mind.” She told him. He nodded and turned to her. She looked at Will, “You’re a nice guy Will you will meet someone.” He smiled at her words. “Thank you Y/N.” He said and walked away. Hannibal held out his hand for Y/N to take. She took it and they began walking. “Don’t be mean to him.” Y/N said. “I won’t.” He lied, knowing that he would.

Both

“No, I can't choose.” They looked at each other and then back at Y/N. “What do you mean?” “I like you both.” She said. Neither of them saw that coming which changed everything. “So you want us both?” Will asked. Y/N nodded, feeling ashamed. Hannibal noticed the guilty look she had. “Hey, don't be ashamed. I’m sure we can work something out.” He said and looked at Will. Will smiled and nodded. That something happened to be both guys kissing her neck on her bed as she sighed in pleasure.

#hannibal #mads mikkelsen #hannibal lecter #hannibal nbc #hugh dancy #will graham #hannibal imagine #will graham x reader #will graham imagine #hannibal x will #hannibal lecter imagine #hannibal lecter x reader

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cherry-dr0p · 20 days

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♡ Ms. Lucine Cierva ♡

{ Survivor of the Metal Virus }

[ A Sonic OC introduction - mainly IDW comic based ]

Hey fellas! I remember promising that I'd introduce Lucine and talk a bit about her!! 👀

Lucine is genuinely one of my favourite OCs so I'm very excited to do so!

(Literally did this one yesterday tee hee)

Lucine is a deer mobian! She's an (unofficial) scientist who mainly focuses on the Chemistry field in terms of science fields, creating and partaking in many funky experiments working with chemicals and substances! However, that's not all she does. She also creates her own things too! Weapons, gadgets, technology, you name it. She loves to create things to aid her in her experiments, and even goals! One of her best inventions was her "Chem-bag" as she calls it (Other than her robot but we'll get to that one in a bit).

Now, who exactly is she? Well. Lucine is an aspiring villain who has had that dream since she was a young teen. She aspires to be like the villains she hears about in the media and sees around. Power, is what she wants. As all villains do, of course. However, she does have an idol she desires to work alongside. I'll get to that in a little bit too.

♡ With her skills in agility and combat (specifically with the weapons she creates on her own), she is one of the only mobians who haven't been infected from the metal virus. She managed to survive somehow, by keeping in secluded spaces and when outside, keeping far away from any means of the 'Zom-bots' by staying on top of rooftops.

♡ Lucine had a best friend called Buttercup who she was originally friends with since she was a little fawn mobian. Buttercup stuck by her through thick and thin until their teen years in which an event occurred, and long story short, he broke Lucine's trust. Buttercup has forever been a huge supporter of Dr. Eggman, and his dream has been to work in his team. Unlike Lucine, Buttercup doesnt know much about science. If anything at all. However, his main focus is building technology, weaponry and gadgets like Lucine does. He is far more skilled in this area than Lucine is, as he has done it his whole life whilst Lucine's main focus was and still is science.

♡ Lucine has a 'Chem-bag' in which she invented/created herself! It works in a way of plastic balls being kept in a seperate bag she carries (the little one attached to her skirt, thats basically her storing place). The (empty) plastic balls are placed inside the bag. The interface contains buttons of elements from the periodic table. From there, she enters in a combination to create certain reactions to help her in battle. However, they are kept in the plastic ball, and the reactions occur once the ball is thrown. Some of the reactions include hardening foam, blinding lights, smoke, etc. (These may not physically make sense or anything but shh).

Here was the previous design!! (Im thinking of keeping the star interface instead of the heart to be honest XP just would be a nice reference to the fact that she idolises Starline so much)

♡ As mentioned, Lucine has been a Starline admirer/fan since she was a young adult. Lucine has always had an interest for science, but Starline gave her a goal; to meet him and use her science skills to assist him in his deeds. Starline gave her a goal in life. But eventually, she grew a tiny bit obsessed with the platypus. Posters, designs of gadgets inspired by him, you name it. She even attempted to create an antidote for the metal virus so that she'd be noticed (Still deciding on whether to make her canonically succeed or not X3)! Unfortunately however, she would not get the chance to work alongside her idol, as he died before she got a chance for him to acknowledge her existence. This left Lucine devastated, with a struggle to figure out what her purpose now was. She spent so long with the goal of meeting and impressing Starline, that she hardly focused on any other goal.

♡ Her catchphrase has always been "Presentation is key", which alludes to her always making sure something is presented in a certain way. Her outfits are stylish, and her lab is under her cottage she lives in - hidden out of plain sight. But this even nails down to how she acts. Her "cute" appearance as a deer (mobian) leads no one to suspect she could do harm, which she could use to her advantage in some cases to get what she wants if the person is naive enough. So, the presentation goes from the way things look down to the way she acts.

♡ This helps her manipulate some mobians easy enough. She acts innocent, and it seems like she has no ill intentions towards you - even going as far as making it seems like she's trying to help you - but she does this to get exactly what she wants in a way that isnt obvious.

(Dont mind this old sketch, this is from a RP I did with this character ages ago u-u ... I used to RP lots, believe it or not. But anyways.)

This is Carrie (C.A.D officially)! Lucine's most prized creation! She called the 'Caretaker Assistance Device', in which she uses to assist her in whatever Lucine needs! Sometimes its organizing the lab, sometimes its helping with experiments, or sometimes its planning. Things like that! Carrie however, cannot fight. Lucine had programmed her to help, not battle. Despite this, Carrie has her own sentience kind of. She can speak on her own willingly and do things to her own accord. She is programmed in a certain way to help Lucine, but other than that, she pretty much kind of has her own will.

(I really gotta redraw Carrie T^T)

Im just gonna throw her old ref sheet here hehe... (just so you guys can get an idea of her colour palette, too. Her colour palette hasn't changed)

Believe it or not, she used to have smaller ears! Until I realised she doesnt look like a deer all that much and changed them.

Another invention of hers is also backpack wings; mechanical wings attached to a backpack! They help her fly,,, somewhat?? Its moreso for gliding around.

Truth be told she is also 3'6. Short motherfu- /j

To finish this off, heres some old drawings of her :p

Hope you all enjoyed reading through this :3 Lucine is one of my favourite OCs, and I very much enjoyed talking about her! I know I've thrown a bunch of info at yall hehe, sorgey TuT

Most likely will be drawing and talking about her in the future!!

#Sonic OC #STH #sonic the hedgehog oc #Sonic the Hedgehog #idw sonic #Fanart #sonic the hedghog fanart #STH fanart #STH AU #Original Character #Ms. Lucine Cierva #Blegh #OC #I love her sm #Lil science deer girlie :3 #Fun fact: my friend came up with the surname Cierva #Also dont mind my inability to draw mobians. Literally cannot for the life of me #If you have any questions about her- feel free to ask!!!

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starrysharks · 2 months

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i lied, her name is LIEXIA

#zeno's art #ocs #bites n bribes #liexia #shes a getaway driver who fights with her feet and hair braid (used like a mace)#shes extremely rude to customers on purpose she DGAF!#if you have any questions about her feel free to ask and my sis will answer :]

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ratasum · 2 months

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Mharnii Bruster

Raised in the lap of luxury by a wealthy noble family in Divinity's Reach, Mharnii never had the opportunity to know much about the people she came from. Adopted when they were a baby, she has known little outside the human world, which is largely why they wind up in the position she does.

After all, a little asura in a human world is a novelty in that way of life. The constant scrutiny, being treated as an oddity or a novelty, truly did a number on them growing up, leaving her incredibly shy and terribly socially anxious.

All the more surprising when they manage to save the day during the Battle of Shaemoor, catching the attention of Captain Logan Thackeray.

The least likely person to become commander then finds herself commander, struggling to find their place in a frightening world, and learning the terrible truth to how she wound up raised by a family of devout human nobles int he first place...

#mharnii #gw2 asura #gw2 oc #gw2 ocs #if you have any questions about her feel free to send asks #I didn't go into a lot of detail

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woolmasterleel · 9 months

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LOVE WINS!! The incomprehensible entity above godhood and her incomprehensible wife have become one to kill Mirror 💖

SHE'S HERE!!! Finally I can talk about who and what Love Story is!! All her info + the transparent versions are below the cut! I'm so excited about her o(*°▽°*)o

An entity known as Love Story- a collective consisting of Pandora and Galvarium!

If Galvarium wasn't enough before, Love Story is her everything but tenfold, maybe more... Love Story is highly dangerous, standing at 1500 m, 200 m more than Truth of His World.

She (or they, given that it is both Pandora and Galvarium) is formed during the final fight with Mirror Kagami.

It seems like she is acting as her own entity, however her movements are the two moving in sync.

When she speaks, it sounds like Galvarium and Pandora speaking at once.

An extreme amount of trust is required to form a fusion, which those two obviously have.

Love Story is the one to finally put down Romirr/Mirror/Truth of His World. In a way, it is like a dance between the two.

The only observable hazard she has is hysteria, but that has only been displayed by Mirror, so it isn't likely the result of her presence.

Love Story is unbelievably happy to be herself! Of course, Galvarium and Pandora are just very happy and comfortable with one another!

She has the most fun getting rid of Truth of His World (❁´◡`❁)

She doesn't stick around too much after Mirror is put down- but is around long enough for the others to behold her presence.

Oddly, Love Story is able to be understood and seen by humans. This is most likely due to her existence being a manifestation of Galvarium's and Pandora's emotions.

While Galvarium is never depicted in words (legends/stories etc), Love Story is written about by a lot of people- those who saw her and those who heard stories of her presence.

Here's a few design notes!

She isn't wearing clothes. Much like the LAE, her "skin" mimics clothing.

Her veil, dress, and gloves are very soft, but are very veiny. The veins don't supply any blood, it's purely for looks.

Like Pandora's, the tendrils can deal a lethal amount of poison.

The pink crystal-like structure of her torso and the white of her chest are her insides.

Her veil comes out from the back of her horns.

She does have legs/feet, though they aren't often visible.

The inside of the ring says "This is Your Story" (only the last bit is visible).

The small heart in her horns, above her head, rotates constantly. It spins faster the more she is moving.

Here's the transparent bg versions+one without the veil!

I am so so happy with her!! Love Story has been a concept for a really long time and I'm really excited to show her off!! I hope you enjoy beholding her ╰(*°▽°*)╯

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izmaddieyt · 3 months

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OKAY. NOXIN REF.

I finish somewhat of a ref sheet on Noxin,one of my UTAU sanses that you see in an anthro form as my pfp atm, the main/unedited bases for makeing these were from deviant art and google,(some like the main base for the seperations for the ref i cannot find where from where i originaly found it on google:'l)

This only shows her as an anthro atm because theres no bases for skeletons and i cant really draw- but the anthro version of her is basicaly the exact same for her skeleton/sans version! Shes just a skeleton with the colors she has in the image and her eyelights are the colors if her eyes in the anthro version and she keeps the ears and tail in the skeleton version aswell!

(Note: this was all made in flipaclip aside from the background behind the part showing what she looks like,that part was made in IbispaintX. Also the full picture shows up blurry since the only way i know how to take the picture i made from flipaclip is by screenshoting,so i have each of them indivisualy.) Pictures under the cut.

The one with alot of words is info about her,and some of what her personality is like!

Incase (which is most definetily is) the info part about her is too hard to read,heres it with a solid grey background! And the other potential name for FeralTale/FeralTail since im too indicisive to choose between the 2 wordings-

(Note2: Also theres morsecode in the picture showing her visual apearance and above what shows her name,its one word and dosent rlly mean anythin,but its fun to disifer if u wanna!)

Also heres her signature jacket-

She wears black jeans with the jacket for now.

Edit: This acc will be a rp and ask acc!

Last updated: 2024 april 23rd 9:40am

#i procastinated on finishing/makeing this since last year in like..november..#welp until i can learn to draw enough and learn to draw skeletons then this is it for now!#if anythings too hard to read or any other questions you have about her then feel free to let me know or ask!#Feraltale #Feraltail #Noxin sans #utmv au #Also- the other 3 mentioned in her info (Token Frosty/Flimsy and Magnolia) are the others in this au! they are secretd for now-

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automatonknight · 2 years

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sillies with these two before i head to bed :3

#they mean so much to me :]#art #doodle #sketch #ultrakill oc #btw psst. if you have any questions about murphy....feel free to send me an ask n all o__o #mirage being a good writer hc comes from her opening monologue btw!! i'm thinking about this girl #i think she'd like horror movies too. especially the old ones

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aaaaaaaaagenloser · 6 months

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(Tw: kinda transphobia? Use of it/its for a character who hasn’t declared what their pronouns are yet. Arguments over whether a character is a person or not; that ties into the pronoun thing here. Bonus points for descriptions of canon-typical gore yipeeee)

An update from after writing this: oh this. Got. This one got away from me?? I think I started this at 4 minutes past the hour. It is now 43 minutes past the hour. shitt.

Update; it is now 17 minutes after the NEXT hour. 26 minutes after th last update. I have seen god in the past hour and she shook in fear of both my power and audacity. I have lunch with my family scheduled in like 6 hours and I have not yet slept. This wasn’t meant to be as long as it is but I was possessed and this is the result. I may edit it and make it smoother later but I’ll make that a separate post, I want this sleep-deprived chunk of words to be here as like a monument to the fact that I could have been playing stardew valley during this time but I chose to do this instead

TLDR: long ass story ahead written by a sleep-deprived and hyperfixation-driven author. Who is now going the fuck to BED

“We can’t just keep it! What if it has a tracking device? It won’t let us fucking touch it so there’s no way of knowing it has one unless it leads them right to us!”

“Ok, I hear you but think. That hasn’t happened yet. It’s been about what, three days? and that hasn’t happened, and they haven’t been violent towards any of us at all. They haven’t tried to go back either, so there’s no risk of them telling or leading Showfall where we are.”

“Why do you keep calling it ‘they’?”

“Well they can’t be an “it” now can it? …wait.”

“Ok can we figure out the gender of the thing in the other room after we figure out if it’s a threat to us or not. It’s not even a fucking person, you remember what those things did to you back there, don’t you?”

“Those people were not themselves, they were just doing what he wanted them to do—“

“They’re not fucking people! Those things are all part of Showfall, just like Hetch was! It’s just waiting for the right time to turn us in, or pull some shit on one of us like they did before.”

“They weren’t… they weren’t in control.”

“Yeah like fuck they weren’t, I saw it fucking happen!”

“You can’t just… Ok. Sneeg. Stop. You don’t speak for me, the one who, oh I don’t know, was the one that shit happened to? They were being controlled just like us—“

“No, no, not like us. We were wandering around and not knowing what the fuck was happening. None of us knew what was happening. We just went along blindly. Those things—on purpose—dragged you to that stupid wall and sewed wires into your hands—“

“Shut up, Sneeg—“

“No you shut up! You didn’t see it fucking happen! I saw them and Bitchface literally hold you down until you passed out! They were fucking choking you, they fucking—they nearly fucking killed you with just their hands, that’s not a little suggestion in the back of your brain, that’s on purpose! That is fucking deliberate, that is a thing those machines chose to do! You don’t remember, you weren’t conscious when they fucking stapled you to the wall and strapped your head in—“

Sneeg glanced at Ranboo for a moment in-between pacing as he ranted, and the far away look in their sibling’s eyes shut them up immediately. Ranboo was still present, thank fuck, but they were looking at their brother like he was holding up a knife to their throat.

“Fuck, Ran, okay, okay—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… shit. Do you need Charlie?”

“You don’t know when to shut the fuck up.”

“…okay. Okay. I’m sorry. Do you need me to get Charlie?”

“No, I’m fucking fine.” It did not sound like he meant that at all. His voice was less steady than before. “I don’t want him to worry about our… hitchhiker. He’s worrying enough about… well, everything.”

“The fact that it’s here, so close to us is the reason I’m trying to get you to see, Ran. What if it turns on him? What if it does that shit to him when we aren’t there?”

“We will be there.”

“And when it tries anything, we can kill it?”

“Sneeg!”

“You wouldn’t kill it, even if it hurt our fucking brother?”

“Of course we wouldn’t keep them around if they did that, could we at least just… just leave it behind? …wait, no, they couldn’t take care of themselves. If we had to leave it behind, maybe we should…”

Silence lingered for a bit too long.

“We should what, Ran?”

“…Sneeg, I was about to say that killing it would be a mercy.” The Hero laughed. “Doesn’t that sound familiar?”

The Taken didn’t reply.

“We have to help them. I don’t… I don’t want to be on the other end of a mercy killing. I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore.”

“Okay. I’m—are you okay?”

“…m fine. It’s fine. Just. Can you stop acting like they’re any different from us? Please.”

“What do you want me to think then?” His voice was softer than it had been a few minutes before.

“Just assume that they… that they were someone. Just like we were before. And they didn’t… they didn’t do anything on their own, it was all Showfall.”

“Okay. Fine. Let’s assume they were controlled, they didn’t mean to, so on and so forth. Why haven’t they talked yet.”

“I don’t think any of the drones even could talk. Wait, should we really be calling them a drone—“

“Shut the fuck up, Ranboo, we have got to figure out what to do with it. It probably doesn’t even know what is happening, what the fuck does it matter what we call it.”

“It matters to me! Do you want me to call you by your title? Do you want to call me by mine? …No? Then why are we treating them like all they are is what Showfall made them? We had lives before, we were someone, so they must have been too. They might not realize it, or… or act like it, but they used to be someone. They are a whole person, Sneeg. We have to help them, we can’t just leave them behind because that would mean we are giving up on someone just like us, and we cannot give up on each other. They… they would have hurt us by now if they were going to. And Showfall hasn’t found us since… you know, which means there aren’t any more trackers.

…okay, Sneeg?”

“…okay. If it,” he sighed at the look Ran gave them, “if they try anything, we have to leave them behind. I’m not letting a dumbass puppet be the reason we get taken back.”

“If they—ok, whatever, you’re not understanding. You can’t say one of us somehow wanted to be controlled, and they’re a ‘puppet’ but those rules don’t apply to the rest of us—“

“There is not an ‘us,’ Ran! That thing isn’t like us!”

“Guys?”

A sleepy voice shut the two of them up instantly. They had a split-second conversation with their eyes before looking to their brother. ‘We aren’t done talking about this’ ‘You’e absolutely right, so later?’ ‘Later.’ ‘We’re telling Charlie nothing happened?’ ‘Of course.’ ‘Ok good plan.’

“Why are you two fighting? I’m tired, can we please go back to sleep?”

“We weren’t fighting, we were…”

“…talking about plans for tomorrow. And you can go back to sleep.”

“I don’t want to be by myself.” Charlie looked at Sneeg pointedly, who sighed to Ranboo with a playfully annoyed expression.

“Well I guess I gotta go be a teddy bear again.”

“Have fun”

“Absolutely not.”

Charlie punched Sneeg in the shoulder lightly for that, who just giggled in response and led his little brother back to their room.

Which left Ran by themselves.

Some nights, he would join them, but some nights Charlie couldn’t stand to be anywhere near Ran, and the three of them had made a silent mutual agreement that Charlie trusted Sneeg more than he did Ranboo.

…Ranboo was okay with this. He wasn’t hurt by it. He didn’t cry on the nights he slept by himself.

He didn’t wish he could be the one Sneeg comforted sometimes. They were just fine.

They were fine, which is why they went to the living room where their… well. Their hitchhiker? They weren’t exactly a brother, or a sibling, more like a fourth wheel on a tricycle. Or a flyaway hair. Okay, maybe Ranboo needed to get tbr fuck to sleep, alone or not.

But he found himself in the living room, where their hitchhiker slept. Or, didn’t sleep, as they seemed to not need to. They would sit on the couch and stare idly at the tv. That was what had started the whole conversation with Sneeg in the first place; Ran wanted to leave some kind of entertainment for the fourth person so they wouldn’t be made to sit in the dark for hours. Sneeg took this remark as a perfect opportunity to explain all the reasons why the former drone should be abandoned, but Ranboo would have fucking none of it. Maybe the couch potato (shit, he really needed to come up with a name for them—) didn’t seem to sleep, barely ate, and stayed still unless actually verbally told to move, but they were still a person. Ranboo was sure of it.

Their hand wandered up to the fresh scabs where their mask had been. The fourth person had a mask, one that hadn’t been touched. Despite usually staying still, the person—(Ranboo thinks they might just call this person Couch for now. Maybe it’s not accurate, and they’re tired, but it’s something. C, for short.)

C would back away any time the others would try to get near them. And they did in fact try, but despite how creative or sneaky they got, C always ducked away. It reminded Ranboo of the drone who had followed them with a camera, always one step away and never letting the Hero get too close.

The mask turned to Ranboo, who stared back quietly. C hadn’t talked at all, so Ranboo didn’t expect them to suddenly start now. He wasn’t even sure if they understood what was said to them, but Ranboo wanted to try anyways. Better to be polite.

“Do you like the show that’s on? I think it’s called Lucy, or something. I don’t know, Sneeg said it was funny. And it didn’t seem, uh- scary or anything.”

The mask didn’t speak.

“If you want to change it, the remote’s right there, um, I showed you how to use it before. And there’s like, instructions drawn on there. You can thank Charlie for that one.”

…

“I think I’m going to head to bed.”

…

“Fuck it, can I stay here?”

The mask still didn’t speak, but the head hidden behind it tilted a bit at the sudden change in tone. Ranboo took this as an absolute win.

“So I just. I don’t want to be by myself. And I don’t think you sleep, I mean if you just sleep when everyone else is asleep that’s cool, but also if so how do you even? function? on that much sleep? It really isn’t that much but to be fair you don’t do much so maybe you don’t need it. …do you sleep sitting up? And just somehow wake up when we get close? I know, um. Sorry about that, again, we were just worried your mask had a tracker like mine used to.”

Ran laughed nervously. “I think I did convince them that it doesn’t, so that should stop now. If um. If we make you uncomfortable you still don’t have to be touched, it’s, it’s fine.”

Other than the head tilt before, there wasn’t a reply.

“Okay, since. You can’t talk, I’m just gonna… I’ll sit down beside you. On the couch. And if you don’t want me to be that close you can uh- you can leave. Or like, get up, and then I’ll leave. This is the only room with a tv, so I’ll let you stay here, but I can’t tell if you want me to be here or not, so. Okay, sorry, I’m rambling. Just… move if you want me to leave, okay?”

Ranboo waited for a response that didn’t come, then sighed. “Okay.” He kept his hands up and open while sitting down, waiting for a few moments before tucking his feet under himself to get more comfortable. “I’m just gonna stay here, okay? Like I said, just move if you want me to leave.”

The mask had tracked them to where they sat now, but the person—C—didn’t make a move to leave. Ranboo turned their attention to the tv, keeping an eye on their couch partner in their peripheral vision. During a moment of audience laughter in the show—I Love Lucy, they remembered—C turned their head back to the television as they had been before Ranboo walked in.

Seeing as how C (they needed a better name than that—) didn’t speak, this was the closest Ranboo could get to being told “you can stay here.” So they did. A few episodes later, his head was on the arm of the couch and his eyes were closed.

Five turned its attention to the Hero, who was now asleep. He had said it was a person, which was almost hilarious. And the Taken and the Hero seemed to think it couldn’t talk? They had to know it needed to be given permission first: any handler of a Drone or Prop knew that basic rule. It would wait until permission was given: it knew how to obey. It wasn’t meant to speak to a superior unless it was told it was allowed. It would wait.

…in the meantime, it studied its handler, the Hero. The other Actors, their two other handlers, called him ‘Ranboo’ but Five knew that wasn’t his actual label. The Hero was his character in the last show, and so that is who he was. Five didn’t know if Actors had a number, but he had been called the Hero in the script, and so the Hero he will be until the script changes.

It hoped to get new instructions, a new script for itself, something, soon. It was tired of simply watching the Actors go about their incredibly off-script show. It was sometimes told to participate, and since no other superiors were nearby, it had to obey its current handlers. But it was told to participate, to stir eggs, to help clean the kitchen, to attack small webs in corners with a stick with soft spikes on the end. Those sorts of things weren’t it’s usual directive, and so it found itself…

It didn’t resent its handlers. They were doing their best, and they at least knew that they were meant to give it orders. It simply wished they were familiar orders. It wished the Hero had told it to play dead, or play chase, or play camera, or caught, or prop. It would even listen if it was told to power down until needed. At least then it wouldn’t have to be conscious in this boring and unfamiliar set.

Y EA I know they probably don’t like tvs. Shhhhhh. I didn’t think about that until like. I had already written the tv part. At this moment it is 55 minutes past th hour and I want these characters to go the fuck to sleep so I can go thr fuck to sleep /lh

And yeah Five only uses “he” for glran. That is intentional. It’ll be talked about and shit later. Something about being put into a role, something about showfall being transphobic, something something I want to go to bed

Powering down = “sleeping” for a drone. Different but similar. I’ll explain how it works later?, anyway The others hav e told Five to “sleep” but it doesn’t understand because it is only ever told to “power down” so it’s like error.sleep_not_found and it stares at them like “bitch you said the wrong. Thing. You’re supposed to know how to control me so you don’t want me to power down I fucking guess” and it’s gonna be really funny after that miscommunication is taken care of.

If you remember the Five Gets A Cold And Wants To Throw Hands With Everyone post, this is wayyy before that. These motherfuckers are fresh out of showfall. Don’t ask how they got a house. I’ll figure it out

I am! Tired! I’m not proofreading this!! Goodnight please give me your thoughts if you have them. I need to know I didn’t sacrifice tbis much sleep in vain /nf /lh (I appreciate words but you are Not required to give them. Love you have a good nigt/p)

#five the genloss blorbo #let’s not talk about how many tries it took me to spell unobserved. let’s simplynot #update like 5 years into me writing this: i also cannot spell the word peepohe it would seem #that. that was meant to be the word People. you can see m #h my point stands #it is late as fuck yet I Have to make this. it has to exist so I must make it exist #I’m hamilton writing like I’m running out of time but I’m writing g #writing 51 essays in which assorted characters get the physical and/or emotional shit beaten out of them #and me running out of time is running out of sleepy. I am a sleep y man #take a break and get away says my pillow. I am Hamilton my pillow is upstate and this goddam mess of a short story I am trying to write is M #this story is Mariah Reyndolds leading me to her bed .#I haven’t slept in a while and I’m hyperfixationed on Hamilton so that metaphor makes. 0 sense #if you’re reading this far I’m so sorry. have a cookie! and fun fact an old lady held my hand and s #she said my (Very Androgynous!!) haircut is perfect. she used those words #i almost cried right then and there. genuine compliments from people make my fucking day . ok I need to go back to editing thisthing now #I wrote it. changed a plot point. started to rewrite it. changed ANOTHER plot point #so now I’ve got several s #several layers of Oh Shit I have to untangle #im. making my own goddam escape au apparently????? it won’t make any fucking sense but I will explain it later.#and! feel free to ask questions!’ and tell me if it make’s absolutely 0 sense #I do in fact want to be able to tell the story in a way you will understand. so ask questions! give a feedback! /gen /pos #I accidentally. deleted a tag so whatever I was going to say is fucking gone now. oh I think I memerbr #they are out of character ye. I’m sleepy and I’m making their escape au up as I go.#so far I have 1) the box scene was somehow Worse #2) they kidnapped Five (yippee!)#3) Charlie is the most traumatized out of the three. I don’t. I don’t know why.#I think that’s mostly because I didn’t feel like writing a conversation between Three characters. so my brain was like this :#why isn’t Charlie here? sleeping. why are these two not including him in conversation? protectiveness.#why protectiveness? he is the most upset out of the three of them and the other two have basically taken up the caretaker role. great plan #great plan hit the showers. I have reached. max tags. shit oh well back to writing tumblr says so!

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