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dana-chan-the-control-brain · 2 months

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Honestly? All your evidence against Ruin is very very true, very very sus, and very very convenient for him.

I think the only reason why I want him to be innocent to some degree (either revealed he's still being controlled and not that just being him) is I don't want Moon's paranoia to be validated. That is literally it. If Moon is right to be suspicious, that he was right in doing everything he did with Ruin-

I just really really do not want that paranoia to be justified. That is literally it.

All your evidence is probably right though, Ruin, please be a better actor you have gained the ability to be subtle but that is really not helping you.

The thing is that, Moon feels he was disproven in his paranoia and that he decided to give Ruin leniency.

Which is why Ruin was able to get away from Moon, and ask for dimensional travel.

I have a feeling Ruin put a lot of things in place to assure that he would infiltrate Sun and Moon near perfectly.

Considering the latest MAFS episode (which I feel is very important considering how Daycare Attendant centric it is)

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"Cured" Ruin and Bloodmoon have not met up yet.

And I have a feeling they will very soon. And Bloodmoon was built with the sole purpose of being Ruin's minion. And Bloodmoon hasn't outgrown that purpose. Right now, Bloodmoon has no directive, and is taking orders from Stitchwraith, but once his maker comes back into the table, I feel all bets are off the table.

Also, lets rewind for a bit... What if Moon's earlier paranoia about Ruin is proven true...

THAT would have MASSIVE benefits that we aren't even thinking about. Like at this point, Moon's paranoia proven right would just help them rather then help them.

They'll trust Eclipse

Eclipse will be taken more seriously and less like a madman or feral child that Moon needs to manage.

Eclipse will get to be something else other then a villain or just an inconvenience for once.

THIS WILL NOT HELP MOON'S EGO AT ALL. For those who think Moon would gloat like "ha! I was right!" I don't think it'll be like that. HE'D FEEL BETRAYED and utterly devastated. It's one thing to be suspicious of someone. But to have those suspicions disproven and not being proven and put your trust into them despite all that and then the evil villain you've built in your head (Eclipse) turned out to be right the whole time and you fucked it all up by not listening to the untrustworthy one.

Remember Eclipsev3 was crying when he was captured because he knew it wouldn't matter what he said, no one would ever trust his word against Ruins? Eclipse would be given trust for the first time ever....

And you know what. AFTER ALL THIS TIME. SUN AND MOON DO NOT KNOW ECLIPSE'S BACKSTORY. As far as Sun and Moon know, Eclipse was a killcode that became sentient and started evil shit for no reason. I hope this will open the door for that conversation to be had.

Not to Mention, Evil Sun today told Moon that he should actually LISTEN to Eclipse. Cause if he doesn't, it just means that this universe will die faster.

I am also surprised that none of the characters call Ruin out specifically for lying. As I have caught him lying several times and none of the characters seem to be wise to it.

Eclipse when he was threatening Ruin did not even think to bring up the Magical Barrier he has encountered twice now. He didn't think to bring up how he was made from Arcade machines either.

All Eclipse thought about was his rage, but if he defused Ruin with logic, he could have easily caught him, other then just going "BUT YOU DID IT! WAH"

Ruin contradicts and changes his story so many times in the span of a few seconds and it has been proven in his Interrogation under the Virus he is a chronic lair. Lie detectors don't work. You have to catch him verbally in a contradiction. Which he has Spouted MANY.

So I always hoped that Moon, Solar or Eclipse would point out these purposeful contradictions but No characters do.

RUIN LEGIT SAID ALOUD "I don't know magic."

Okay. Then he said way earlier: "I constructed this magical barrier to trap you"

....... Okay. YOu can copy a spell, but even COPYING a spell itself is KNOWING magic. The mana has to come from SOMEWHERE. He's not pulling it out of his ass!

Eclipse NOR Moon called this out.

Ruin knows that NewMoon is not as experienced in Magic as OldMoon was. (WHICH MOON ADMITS) and Ruin is taking advantage of that.

Not to mention Eclipse’s magic circle is just an exact copy of Old Moon’s magic circle and wasn’t made by someone knowledgeable in magic.

Ruin being scared of Eclipse almost everytime he encounters him is interesting.

BECAUSE HE IS LEGIT THE ONLY ONE WHO IS. ALMOST LIKE HE'S OVERSELLING HIM.

One moment, Ruin will cower over Eclipse and act traumatized by him, but then he talks about plans about making Star-Powered type Nukes (LEGIT. HE DID.) and then gloat over Eclipse...

Not to mention, Eclipse had never tortured Ruin. He threatened him, sure, but he never physically harmed him. He left before he could do so. But Ruin told Moon and Sun that Eclipse physically tortured him for a long time... BUT THAT'S NOT TRUE. Because Eclipse just threatened torture and the moment Ruin mentioned the Creator, Eclipse went off chasing that wild goose.

So the question comes down to motive... Why do all this with Eclipse.

Well, to accelerate the Death of the Universe. Not just ours.

The Tsams universe is not the main universe. But it's a pillar universe. Meaning if it goes down it takes a few others down with it.

RUIN WANTS TO DESTROY MULTIPLE DIMENTIONS.

Why????

Where did Ruin come from?

What is his dimension?

He has a virus in him that makes him subservient to the Creator in his home world. (if not a little unhinged and bound for destruction and amplifying the violent parts of his personality)

What did the Creator of that dimension want?

He wanted to accelerate the death of the universe by star power so he could study it.

........well.

He already did that with his own dimension.

The creator needs more control samples for multiple dimensions rotting.

And why the hell does the Creator have a cure for the Ruin virus when it's beneficial to him in the long term?

Even Sun said he grabbed something he "thought" was a Cure, and Moon seemed unsure if it was a cure in the first place too.

All Ruin said it did was "cure the fog" from his head. Which makes me think that he's less focused on playing games... (like the Monty of Ruin's dimension thought he was a freakshow) so I think that Ruin is just more focused in long term goals... Also I think his goal was always to pretend to be cured. Looking back in how he acted and what he did when he took over last Halloween.

Ruin, He already knew Bloodmoon was rebelling against him. The protocols he put in bloodmoon to be obedient weren't working how he intended. So he made Eclipse with STRICTER protocols to not make the same mistake and to cause chaos among the Sun and Moon duo.

Eclipse is a distraction so that he can RUIN everything.

#tsams #Ruin is sus squad #danachan's rants

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chocolix76 · 5 months

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I had to write this after seeing this post earlier today. Just a little drabble if Bloodmoon and KC lived together and KC cooked the wild animals that Bloodmoon killed for him. It's been a very long time since I've written something intended to be wholesome

Warning for almost drowning

Word count: 2,004

@madcatdaderpydrawer-blog (sorry for the mention but I thought you might want to see this)

The sun was beginning to set beyond the top of the trees beyond where the trailer was parked, casting a golden glow through the open window into the kitchen where KC stood, tapping his fingers against the edge of the empty sink. Evidence of his hard work had long since been cleaned away, stained pots placed neatly in their respective cupboards. All that remained of his days worth of cooking were the tupperware containers sitting on the table behind him, filling the air with a pleasant aroma that he thought made the trailer feel more like home.

KC had been leaning over the sink for a little over an hour, staring through the small window at the trees beyond the clearing where he had parked his trailer for a semi-permanent place to live. The clearing was bare with the exception of the fireplace he had built for Bloodmoon to keep them entertained at night. Though it filled him with a parental stress to watch as Bloodmoon poked and prodded the burning flame with a stick or skewered a freshly slaughtered squirrel and hanging it precariously over the open flame, anxious that Bloodmoon would move the wrong way and their cape would burst into flame, KC was glad to keep them entertained in anyway he could.

Half a year and come and gone since Sun and Moon had knocked on the trailer door and practically handed Bloodmoon over to him. KC remembered that day as if it were yesterday, still holding a spoon in his hand as he opened the door, dripping half cooked soup onto the welcome mat. Sun and Moon had the slightly smaller animatronic practically in a chokehold, Bloodmoon thrashing in an unsuccessful attempt to break free. In rambling tones that were practically lost to the harsh winds outside, Sun and Moon had explained that they were trusting him to try and transition Bloodmoon from slaughtering countless innocent humans to killing animals. It was clear from the agitation in their eyes and the exhausted hunch of their posture that they didn’t have the energy to do it themselves.

Any emotions KC had felt in that moment were lost with time, but he did remember staring down at the thrashing animatronic, his sons, on his doorstep and feeling obligated to let them in and teach him everything he had discovered about the beauty of life. The moment Bloodmoon was relinquished from their care, the celestial twins took off, leaving KC alone in his trailer with the son he had long presumed dead. It was a strange feeling, watching as they stared at him with contempt and hurled insults at him that left bruises on his soul but nevertheless, he wasn’t going to give up on them. Not after they had been misunderstood time and time again. If anyone was going to understand his sons, it would be him.

Progress had been far from swift, often feeling anger surge through his body as Bloodmoon showed up at the trailer once again, covered in blood that was most definitely not from an animal. Despite the anger and frustration of Bloodmoon once again giving into his urges, KC would clean them off and gently remind them of the reason why they were living with him in the first place. KC knew that yelling would cause more harm than good. However, he always left out one detail whenever he had to scold them. He refused to let Bloodmoon know that the celestial twins had placed a time limit where if his son couldn’t control their violent urges, Moon wasn’t going to hesitate to kill them.

Absentmindedly wandering to the little room they shared at the far end of the trailer, KC gently smoothing out the bed sheets on Bloodmoon’s side of the room. Somehow, every morning the sheets would come undone from where KC had neatly tucked them the day before, ending up in a heap on the floor. Fixing it was never a bother to him. In fact, KC enjoyed having a nice little laugh to himself as he tucked the sheets back into their proper places, knowing that he now had a permanent roommate. His son. Moon’s deadline was met just in the nick of time and Bloodmoon’s life was mercifully spared.

As the golden light began to fade into the darkness of night, KC returned to his spot in front of the window, resting his head against the palm of his hand, anxiety growing in his chest as he waited for Bloodmoon to return, dead animal in hand. Bloodmoon wasn’t at the firepit poking at a roaring fire or running around in the forest, chasing after a squirrel or perhaps even a deer.

With their curfew rapidly approaching, KC felt the urge to run through the forest shouting their name until they showed up, safe at home once more. However, he promised his sons some freedom and searching for them before they were past their curfew would be violating their independence. Despite that, KC’s urge to find them and sit them at the kitchen table while they squirmed in their seats, impatiently waiting for the soup that contained their hunt of the day didn’t diminish in the slightest.

After a few minutes, he was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of something thrashing around in the pond nearby the trailer. It could have been anything ranging from an animal that had unwillingly fallen into the pond to a fish fighting for its life, but KC’s mind immediately went to Bloodmoon falling in or jumping in on their own accord, grasping wildly for something to save them without luck.

Without a moment’s hesitation, KC dashed out of the trailer, his optics adjusting quickly to the falling darkness but not quick enough for him to make out the shape of whatever was thrashing around in the pond. What gave away the struggling individual was their guttural cries as they tried unsuccessfully to tread water, grasping for land which was just out of reach. KC’s metaphorical heart sank as he saw his sons fighting to keep their head above water, not wanting to be taken captive to a watery grave. The moment their head was submerged, death at the bottom of the pond was imminent.

Not wasting a moment, KC waded into the pond, icy water soaking his pantaloons up to the knees, reaching above his waist as he approached his sons as quickly as possible. Reaching his arms out, he grasped their thrashing frame, pressing their body against his chest and feeling their body still the moment they were held in familiar arms. Two clawed hands slowly wrapped around KC’s thin neck as he made his way out of the pond, carrying them back to the trailer where they would be safe and warm. It wasn’t until they were safely inside the trailer that KC placed Bloodmoon back onto dry land, his permanent grin growing as he saw the dead fish still clasped in their jaws.

“Are you okay? Is something damaged?” KC asked, concern dripping from his voice as he checked Bloodmoon from top to bottom for any signs of damaged wiring or any other possible injuries from their hunt. “You poor thing, you are soaked! Let me get you dried off… You both scared me half to death!”

Bloodmoon made a grumbling sound, allowing the fish to be pried from their jaws and placed onto the cutting board in the kitchen for temporary storage, creating an ever growing puddle on the floor where they stood. In no time at all, KC returned with a towel, eyeing Bloodmoon’s soaked clothes and making a soft tutting noise in his voicebox.

“This will not do. I know you are going to hate me for this, but I will need you to take your clothes off,” KC said, fighting back a laugh at the horrified look Bloodmoon gave him. “Do not look at me like that, there is no point in me drying you off if your clothes are still sopping wet. I will get you something more comfortable until they dry off. Once they are clean, you can have them back.”

KC stepped back, averting his gaze as parental love swelled in his chest at the disgruntled grumbling and complaining that Bloodmoon made as they reluctantly took off their clothes so they could be dried off. Despite their childish nature and their habit of getting into trouble, KC felt that the twins being brought to his doorstep was the best thing to ever happen to him. His favorite part of the day was watching Bloodmoon bound through the backyard, freshly hunted animal in hand, excited to show him what they had killed and relive long-winded tales of how they had slaughtered it.

“We are ready,” Bloodmoon grunted, standing awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen, clothes laying in a heap on the floor. Their voices were brought down to nothing more than a mere whisper as they hesitantly added, “thank you.”

“Of course,” KC replied brightly, kneeling down in front of Bloodmoon and gently patting them down with a towel. He was aware of how they shifted their attention from the towel to KC, leaning into his warm touch as the remnants of their pond mishap were dried away. “Once I am done cleaning you off, I will cook the fish you brought back for dinner. You gave me quite the scare but I am very proud of you both, do you understand that?”

Bloodmoon only made a grunt in response that KC took as a yes. Once he had dried the last of the water, KC carried the towel back into the bathroom before grabbing a new pair of clothes for the twins. It was a red bathrobe that he had been given at the soup kitchen and would be less than ideal for Bloodmoon, but it would have to do until their original clothes were cleaned and dried off. After lots of struggling and complaints from the twins, KC managed to get them into the bathrobe.

“Now that you are both safe and dry, there has to be some punishment for your little stunt,” KC stated, turning his attention away from Bloodmoon as he began to cut up the fish and prepare dinner. “Tomorrow morning, you are not allowed to leave the trailer until an hour after sunrise, got it? I am very happy that you are okay, but I am going to keep an eye on you for a bit to make sure it does not happen again.”

Immediately after their punishment was set in stone, Bloodmoon flopped to the ground at KC’s feet, the animatronic pressing their face against the trailer floor. KC let out an amused huff as he stepped around them to grab a pot to place the fish in once he was finished cutting it. It had only taken a few weeks of living with Bloodmoon to realize that it was best not to pay them any mind if they had a temper tantrum. Paying attention to them only caused them to complain and whine louder.

“Our father dares imprison us!” Bloodmoon cried, their voice still as loud as ever even when muffled by the floor. “He’s never going to let us see the light of day again, enslaving us in this stupid trailer! He’s going to let us starve! Awful father, he is.”

KC simply laughed to himself at Bloodmoon’s over dramatic nature, continuing to step over them as needed. It was only when the pleasant aroma of the fish soup on the stove began to waft through the trailer that the twins were silenced, sitting attentively at KC’s feet and waiting impatiently for their hunt to be turned into a delicious meal. Sure, Bloodmoon often gave him the robot equivalent of a heart attack with their impulsive nature, but KC wouldn’t trade moments like these for the world. As he had promised to Bloodmoon half a year ago, KC would care for them forever and always.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #sun and moon show #fanfic writing #sams killcode #sams bloodmoon #I love them so dearly your honor

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alexandraisyes · 1 month

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Initial Bloodmoon Thoughts - New vs Old

Disclaimer, this ramble/analysis was made 01/11/2024 and is copy-pasted from the original (me) source on Discord in TSBS server. I have a thread there. There are a few ss of the original thread for when other people came into the conversation.

Thoughts under the cut.

My brain is stuck on BM. I remember how angry everyone was with Earth for saying that she didn't think they could be redeemed because she's supposed to be the "therapist" character but like She's just as much a person as the other animatronics and just because she's "understanding" doesn't mean she has to be forgiving of her literal murderer, I can imagine dying messes a person up (we all saw how Lunar handled it) And where she has to be perfect, she has to be the better bigger person, it's part of her code to always take the moral high ground and turn the other cheek so to speak I'd bet you money she is compartmentalizing the heck out of life So no, I don't blame her for not wanting anything to do with Bloodmoon and thinking he's beyond saving If someone killed me I would write them off too

However Sun on the other hand I'm mostly just crouchy that he's being a spineless cunt He was willing to argue with Moon about BM because he knew that they couldn't help it But he's not saying anything about Eclipse and I'm so grrr Like I get it, Eclipse was kinda crappy, but you aren't stepping back and looking at this rationally Sun, and someone needs to step back and look at it rationally because Moon is way too emotional and always has been, and Sun feeds off of his brother's anxiety and always has

It feels like a double standard on the Celestial Twin's part (cause it is lmao)

"He can't help it, it's all he knows" For Bloodmoon And then "I'm gonna torture that inserts insult" For Eclipse like come on He hasn't even done anything (yet) I can understand why Moon would be more understanding towards BM than Eclipse, but it doesn't mean I have to like it

I've said it once and I will say it time and time again Eclipse is the product of an unhospitable environment that was left to his own devices long enough that he drowned in his own self-loathing and the only anchor that he could perceive was taking that out on those around him All of the Eclipse issues could have been solved if one: Old Moon treated him as more than just a parasite And two: Sun had a single thought in that pretty little head that wasn't just an echo of Moon's

I love Sun to death, don't get me wrong I loathe the fact that even now, with a 'new' Moon, he is still just going along with everything Moon says and decides upon He does not think for himself The one time he did, the one time he tried to escape Moon's hands around his choices, what happened? He failed to kill Eclipse and was goaded into destroying Moon's magic Which did what? ding ding ding Only reaffirmed his prior belief that he's A screw-up, stupid, the dumb one, incapable, unreliable And that Moon is Correct, the smart one, capable, and the one who should be trusted with decisions Which is so so so bad for Sun's psyche

Whereas with Bloodmoon, Sun and Moon cannot seem to get over this idea that he's "like the old Moon he can't help it we understand" Sure, Bloodmoon has a want to kill that is so strong it feels like a need And so did the old Moon But that's where the similarities end They fail to take into consideration bloodmoon's feelings when they talk about 'redeeming him' As well as his origins They only see the surface value because they've already written him off And yeah, bloodmoon is awful Bloodmoon is an awful awful creature who has done horrible things to the celestial family And his instincts do not excuse his behavior However, I hesitate to write him off for similar reasons I won't write Eclipse off He's a product of his environment and Ruin's crappy programming (Not that Ruin is bad at programming, per say, more that Ruin only programmed him in what he thought would make BM a good tool, which leaves out a lot of higher cognitive functions.) As we've already seen, this BM is a lot dumber than the first BM when it comes to rationalizing and recognizing issues past the immediate here and now in specifically their bubble

I think, and this is just a theory, but I think that Sun was thinking of the old BM when he was trying to get through to the BM now. Because the old BM was a lot more complex, a lot smarter, and was able to rationalize with others. This one isn't. This one is vey obviously missing very large chunks of development and personality, and I don't know if it would be kinder to just straight up put him down or try to reprogram him. The issue with reprogramming him is it might break him beyond what he already is. Or it might cause a similar crisis that Moon has when he thinks about "old moon". Not the same, of course, but similar. Or it may just completely erase BM entirely because the celestial idiots have no idea what he was like before Sun killed him past what they see on the surface. So if they were to go the reprogramming route, they'd have to turn to dun dun dun Eclipse Because even if old BM and Eclipse weren't on the best of terms, Eclipse would be able to fix what is missing because he knows the missing peices. Now of course, this only works if it's Eclipse 1.0 or 2.0. If the Eclipse we have now is Eclipse 3.0 then he can't do crap unless the entirety of the BM schematics were in the files Ruin stole, that Eclipse then stole back. And even then, he still can't fully get it if he's Eclipse 3.0 because he's missing the memories of what BM was like. So, with all of that complication, at this point it's easier (not necessarily right) to just put him down. He's dangerous, right? (Rhetorical)

Past Sun's POV on BM, I get the feeling that Moon let Sun try to rationalize with BM because, in Moon's mind, BM and Old Moon are basically the same person. Maybe even KC too. An irrational need to kill is embedded in their codes, and they are powerless to stop it, etc etc. And Moon was probably thinking, "Well, Old me and KC both managed to fight their instincts, so surely BM can too." He fails to recognize that BM doesn't have a support system. Old Moon had Sun, and he was friends with the other animatronics as well. Old Moon also had a best friend, Monty. Monty isn't the best influence, but he is still a friend. And Sun was a good influence on Old Moon. Killcode had a good influence too. He had Sun, Glamrock Freddy, and to an extent, Moon. He had a reason to hold back his violent urges, it would be counterproductive to lash out at old BM and Eclipse 2.0 when they were his allies. Acting on said urges outside of the area would also be counterproductive bc that could endanger the host of the body he was sharing, which would end his own life as well.

BM 2.0 has… no one. Ruin was a bad influence. The stitchwraith was a bad influence. Rodrick was a bad influence. Ruin was manipulating them by being kind, so of course BM 2.0 is going to react poorly to kindness and compassion. It is, in their eyes, just another ploy to make him a tool. He can't trust a helping hand because the first kind hands in his life were lying to him. When you wake up, and all that you know is kindness being a mask, that's what you expect from everyone. And when you're offered help, you react poorly and with hatred because you are expecting to be used just like the person you trusted used you. The only reason he let Solar help him was because Solar was upfront with his intentions, and didn't try to sugarcoat it or play 'friends'. He knew that it was a situation in which they would be taking advantage of each other, but the key there was he knew. Ruin literally destroyed his psyche in the worst ways possible by programming him to be a tool, only showing him the parts of the show that were beneficial to Ruin's plans, and using kindness to manipulate him. BM has every right to be angry and distrustful because the person he considered family was the person who broke him beyond repair. And Sun and Moon don't understand that because they don't understand psychology. Earth may have been able to understand (therapist coding), but BM purposefully made her hate them (perhaps to avoid the kindness they know she gives everyone?). Out of all of the people they could have attacked, they attacked the one person who could have puzzled them out. At this point, the only hope for BM is either Eclipse or a literal miracle.

*Ten hour timeskip*

Okay so I’ve been thinking about Bloodmoon and my earlier statement of “At this point, the only hope for BM is either Eclipse or a literal miracle.” I’d like to rescind that statement to add the potential of Solar Flare since there is talk of bringing him back. I’ll elaborate once I get to my computer, but my mind is buzzing with the idea and the logic that would allow it to work. Because on the surface one squints and goes “And Alex is crazy talking again” But it will make sense once I explain how it could work

So Flare We love Flare I love Flare Flare

Flare has been known for a few things in the show. He's a tool. He was made to protect Killcode. He has limited emotional capacity. He's basically a super computer with a consciousness. He's an absolute beast of an animatronic, and is probably the most dangerous person we have seen on the show. He's also upfront, honest, non-deceptive, and has never shown a preference towards one side or the other. Nor is he friendly. He's not unfriendly, but he doesn't go out of his way to be nice. He gave Moon the schematics to the satellite because it was in KC's best interest, not because he liked Moon or hated Eclipse. There could honeslty be debate on if he's even capable of liking or disliking things, considering how emotionally incapable he is. He's very logical, analytical, etc.

So how does Bloodmoon 2.0 factor into this?

Well, as stated earlier, BM doesn't want kindness. He doesn't want pity, he doesn't want niceness. Flare wouldn't extend him those to start with, so that's one thing crossed off the list. Flare would also be upfront with BM about his intentions, he did straight up tell Eclipse he was helping to kill him, although he omitted the way he was planning to do that. So Flare wouldn't be trying to manipulate BM either. Bloodmoon may also feel some kind of companionship purely from the fact they were both made to be tools. Flare has no need to be loyal to the celestial twins or to Eclipse. I can see him going rogue like KC did. It wouldn't be unplausable that he would seek out BM purely since the twins were considered by KC to be family. And since there isn't a Killcode anymore for Flare to look after, his sons may be the next best thing, even if it isn't BM 1.0. Flare doesn't give a crap, honestly. He can defend himself, but he's also able to just sit there and take a hit. It's unlikely the twins would even be able to damage him were they to try to attack him. He'd probably be able to just let them wear themselves out until they are tired enough they can just be picked up like kittens and taken care of. Due to his stubborn nature mixed with the apathy we've seen displayed, I can see him able to help the twins because he's not gonna just "give up" on them. He can sit back and let them run themselves ragged and then do what he has to once they're all tired out. It wouldn't be the kind of redemption we're used to seeing in the show, and would probably not be a total redemption, but he may be able to tame them enough that they can be handled and fixed by the others. Flare taming BM twins and then reuniting with Eclipse so he can fix them? Interesting thought. Bring the family back together.

Obviously, I'm not saying this is even likely to happen. This won't happen, of course. But it could, in a different universe, I suppose. This was just to serve the purpose of explaining how Flare would be able to help the twins tbh.

Flare is too smart and apathetic to get hung up by a detail like that (in my opinion based off of my observation of him). He’d be pretty quick to piece together that the twins killed KC because they were manipulated into perceiving the older animatronic as a threat. (Once again Ruin why did you have to break them like that). Kinda like how they wanted to kill Monty (maybe still do?) because Ruin talked them into believing that Monty was a threat. Not, not a physical threat, but an emotional one. He (ruin) leaned on the fact that BM was “tricked” in the past by the people that Ruin saw as obstacles to convince BM to take them out

Pair that with volatile emotions and aggressive tendencies and you get a red goblin on a murder spree to avenge BM 1.0 more or less. I don’t think Flare would hold that against him cause he’s always been good at tearing through people’s psyches and finding the root motivations and issues.

And for BM 2.0 those issues and motivations both stem from Ruin’s manipulation

The thing is, I don’t think Flare really cared about KC. For him, it seemed more like protecting KC was just a protocol. Kinda like the protocol to kill for Moon 1.0. It’s just something that he was supposed to do. Which is just further reason why the twins killing KC wouldn’t be a hang-up for him

#sun and moon show #fnaf au #moondrop #earth and lunar show #tsams eclipse #tsams bloodmoon #tsams solar flare #sunrise fnaf #ruin tsams #tsams solar #character analysis #tsams analysis #bloodmoon twins #alex talks

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ikamigami · 28 days

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The whole Solar been differently situation with Eclipse right? I think what Solar had, was simple Moon never put his Killcode in sun. Moon deal with his Killcode and sun got obviously abused. Solar was bonding with Sun. The Killcode got maybe even removed(from moon himself) Sun and Solar become brother/twins. Then after Sun convince Moon to trust his Twin, moon accepted sun decision and let Solar life. Also it makes sense cause Solar isn't as smart as Eclipse cause he never had to deal with a bloodmoon. All he had to deal was make sure that Moon doesn't kill himself and sun.

(Moon also could of END solar life way sooner, but he didn't cause his Sun wanted Solar to life.)

You're right, dear anon.

I think that Solar's Moon wasn't that bad but removing kill code caused irreversable damage and he became even more angry + he was grieving and boom he was hardly controlling himself and was abusive towards Solar.

That's why I think that our Moon, I mean Old Moon, was a root of many problems in our dimension. I know that creator caused this whole situation to begin with but why Old Moon had to immediately jump on hating Sun? Why he couldn't be angry at Faz Co. instead?

Both Sun and Eclipse are victims of Old Moon.

I think that Solar's dimension was tragic. Our Sun and Moon had so much luck with their separation but Old Moon had to ruin it.

He thought that he would be unlovable with kill code but we know that's not true cause Sun was by his side no matter what. Old Moon was a true coward.

Thank you for sharing your piece of mind on this, dear anon ^^

#anon #anon ask #ask answered #sun and moon show #sams #sams solar #sams eclipse #sams killcode

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beautifulbows924 · 2 years

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It’s unbelievable to me that I'm here writing this, but it appears that I've reached over 2000 followers.

When I started this blog- I never really thought something like this could ever happen. I can't thank you enough for all your incredible support, kindness, and appreciation. I’ve always loved writing, and having the opportunity to share my work with all of you is absolutely amazing.

I would like to get to know everyone better & spread the love, so to celebrate this important milestone- I’ve decided to host a writing challenge! Whether you've written for years or are completely new to it, feel free to get involved and have a little fun :)

Rules + How to Enter

Reblog this post to get the word around, (you don't have to) but it would be really nice if you did!

This challenge is Moonknight related. That doesn't mean that you can't use any other MCU characters in your fic, but a Moonknight character must be the center of your story.

One person per prompt.

Once you choose, send me an ask (prompt + character) to let me know. Remember, the prompt can be used as dialogue, or you could write your whole story around it. It's entirely up to you.

Feel free to write anything from angst or fluff, to AU or smut, there's no limitation.

Any Moonknight Character- with a Reader insert, Ship, or OC.

Tag me, @beautifulbows924 in the A/N and make sure to put #roses2Kwc in the first five tags.

The minimum word count is 300.

No maximum word count, but if you hit more than 500 words, please use the read more function.

Include any appropriate warnings.

The deadline is May 8th, 2022. I thought it would be nice to celebrate Mother’s day with your stories (especially since it’s my first one), but if you can't make it in on time- don't worry about it. Just send me a message! Trust me I get it, Loki knows how many times I’ve needed more time to finish a fic, and 15 days is a fairly short period of time.

A masterlist of your incredible works will be created once all have been submitted.

Once you've posted your fic, I will reblog it within 24 hours. If I don't, send me a message! I either missed the notification or have been too busy working, so a gentle reminder is appreciated! Additionally, I reserve the right to not reblog any post that goes against the rules.

Prizes

I honestly wasn’t too sure what to do for these, so I hope these seem like fair prizes. If anyone has any other ideas let me know! I really just want to share the love I’ve received and help everyone get their writing noticed!

All entrants: For anyone that takes part in this challenge. I will share one of your fics/works to my page as a thanks and signal boost for getting involved (this is additional to the entry itself).

First-Third place: For the next 3 months (May-July), I'll reblog any fic you write onto my page for everyone to see.

You’ll find all the prompts down below!

Prompts

Angst/Hurt Comfort

“I know that you’re not okay! So stop telling me that you are!” @p-taryn-dactyl + Layla El Faouly

“Are you bleeding?” @takedownshoe + Marc Spector & Steven Grant

“For what it’s worth, I am sorry.” @just-let-me-fangirl-in-peace + Marc Spector (Steven Grant)

“Did you ever realize that by ‘protecting me’ you were hurting me? Or did you just not care?” @curezephyr + Khonshu

“I’ve always wondered why you chose me… And now, I know that all of it was a lie.” @xxfillerxx + Steven Grant

“I’m not the type of person you should give your heart to.”

“Why do you always get into situations like this?”

“Tell me if it hurts.”

“Just go.” + “Go! Before you ruin anything else.” @bloodmoon-bites + Khonshu

“You’ll find someone better than me, I promise you that.” @darklyndivinely + Marc Spector

“How do you pretend like you’re okay all the time?”

“Let me take care of you, please.”

“Give me one reason to stay.”

“I’m sorry I yelled at you like that.”

“I didn’t have anywhere else to go.” @zephyrmonkey + Steven Grant & Marc Spector

“Why do you sacrifice so much for me?”

“We could have been happy.” @davosmymaster + Steven Grant (Marc Spector)

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile.”

“It’s okay.” + “I know you don’t love me like you do her.” @bibli0thecary + Steven Grant & Marc Spector

“Did you think I’d let anything happen to you?”

“I didn’t want you to hate me too.”

Fluff

“Why?” + “Because I’m in love with you.” @elliaze + Marc Spector

“You don’t think you went just a little bit overboard?”

“I’m never letting you out of my sight again.” @necromancer04 + Khonshu

“You’ve never called me that before, I like it.” @dearlawdimasimp + Khonshu

“Are you asking me on a date right now?” @xbamboowishesx + Layla El Faouly

“I always fumble over my words when I’m around you.”

“How many love letters have you written for me, just to keep them to yourself?” @darkened-writer + Steven Grant

“Was that your first kiss?”

“Stop laughing at me.” @dearlawdimasimp + Marc Spector

“I didn’t mean to say it- but yeah, I love you.”

“I trust you.”

“Friends don’t look at each other like we do.” @qjuiq-writings + Steven Grant

“It terrifies me- the things I’d do for you.”

“I can’t say it back, but I need you to know I feel the same way.” @startrekkingaroundasgard + Steven Grant

“You’re putting me to sleep, stop it.” @nyx-aira + Layla El Faouly

“Do I make you nervous?”

“I really want to kiss you right now.”

“Sorry- I know I’m talking too much.” + “No, not at all. Keep going.” @ahkillese + Steven Grant

“I will always keep you safe.” @raelwrites + Marc Spector

“I didn’t expect to get this attached to you.” @lilredniki + Khonshu

“I’m not sick because it’s cold outside, that’s just a myth.”

Smut

“If we weren’t in public right now, I’d have my head between your legs.” @stitched-mouth + Layla El Faouly

“Just friends- Do all your friends make you feel hot and bothered like this? Do they make you moan like this?” @dilfdarling + Layla El Faouly

“Did I say you could stop?” @gummywurme + Khonshu

“You better watch your fucking mouth.”

“Shh, you can take it.” + “You’re doing so well.”

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

“You look so pretty like this.”

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“Don’t be shy, sit on my face.”

“Did you just moan my name?”

“Touch yourself for me.”

“Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”

“I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“Stop distracting me.”

“There’s so many things I want to do to you.”

“You don’t have to be gentle, I won’t break.”

“Beg.”

“Don’t hide yourself from me.”

“Against the window? Are you insane!?”

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Sending my love to each and everyone of you, good luck!

I can't wait to read what you write and if you have any additional questions feel free to send me an ask or message!

Tagging a few people I thought might want to participate:

@raelwrites @darkened-writer @elliaze @n1ght5h4d3-24 @qjuiq-writings

#Moonknight #Steven Grant x Reader #Marc Spector x Reader #Layla El Faouly x Reader #Khonshu x Reader #Arthur Harrow x Reader #Marvel #roses2kwc #Marc Spector #Khonshu #Steven Grant #rose’s personal

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afterartist · 3 years

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Have a headcannon dump of a LU!centaur Au that’s been cycling in my brain for a week, I’m quite possibly going to write a fic/do more art,

You’re free to leave ideas or suggestions for this Au as well

(Wild doodle to go with at the end)

•–•Au Basics:

-this is heavily based off the @linkeduniverse Au by @jojo56830

Basically it’s the same but every character (even side characters but they’re not important) are Centaurian, this is finicky and involves things like Cervitaurs, mermaids and whatnot,

This is hevily based on living conditions and most races are born with natural legs, ie; hylians are born with two hylian legs, and their secondary legs will grow in around the age of four depending on the food and lifestyle they’ve had until then, the secondary traits are usually set in by the age of six where they will no longer have their original legs.

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Now the headcannons (this is just the links cause idk much about the Zelda’s so I have to do more research)

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•–Time•

- The old man is a Stag, no I will not take criticism on this

Time started off his journey a young deer cervitaur, barely grown into his fawn limbs before coming into contact with Fi,

Deer are often seen as prey animals and weak, but we all know Time is seen as the leader for a reason,

My man got mad strong horns and has kicked, impaled and stomped on more Moblins then any sane person should, while deers are often seen as weak you would have to be blind, deaf, three years old and an idiot to think Time any less then the powerful stag that would lay his life down for his family

•–Sky•

-Loftwing… kind of a no brainer for this one

Oh yeah, our sleepy king has butt wings and you can’t stop me,

Sky was literally found in a Loftwing nest and the majority of Skyloft secretly think he’s a Hylian Centaur instead of the other way around,

Learning to fly was the literal worst, his wings took a few more years to fully develop so he got to flying later then most, the fact that his wings sit at an awkward place on the base between his hylian torso and his Skywing back doesn’t help that fact

Yes he’s still perfected the art of flying while asleep, not even other Loftwing hybrids know how he does it

•–Twilight •

-He’s… hes a Wolf… it’s… it’s twilight… literally what else would he be?

He was actually a wolf hybrid before his adventure started and is honestly not sure how it took so long for the chain to even start to theorise his connections with Wolfie,

Wind guessed they were long lost brothers,

Fun fact, Twi is allergic to fur, it took him embracingly long to realise, ‘Oh, I thought the air was just meant to hurt’

Legend likes to call him a husky and watch as Twi goes on a rant about how they are completely different, this went on for months before time brought a stop to it

•-Legend•

-Pegasus… is this because I love the Pegasus boots? You’ll never know

The only reason sky knows how to preen his wings is because legend literally sat on him one day and showed him

In the ‘Not quite horse centaurs’ club with Wild

His tail was unfortunately docked in his third adventure, Wind used his ‘ Customary Pirate Rope tying skills’ to fashion him a fake tail out of foe hair (yes it’s pink) and braided him a new tail,

Legend won’t admit but that was the day he started trusting the rest of the chain

Likes to cuff Wars over the head with his wings, he quickly found out Wars’ wings hurt a lot more to get hit by then his

•–Warriors•

-DragonDragonDRAGONDRA-

His scales are literally brighter then the chains future (admittedly not hard to be)

Learned the hard way that his claws are sharp and for completely non related reasons has a wooden backscratcher he won’t tell anyone about

Runs hotter then the others Links, thus why he always wears his scarf, Legend jokes he’s as cold blooded as his blood,

legend regrets.

Has an unhealthy obsession with shiny things, his time in the army has helped him restrain from stealing freshly polished swords and amour but four swears they had a freshly cleaned dagger right next to them and now it’s gone-

•–Four•

-Minish?? More like biggish (that was bad I’ll see myself out-)

Still Has four legs like a mouse instead of the two that minish usually have, but has the fluffiest tail in existence

Actually wasn’t sure what Minish were before meeting them so was super confused for the first few years after developing

When Wind was confused on how to use their pronouns (they/them) correctly they told him to just picture four mice in a Trenchcoat (it helped Wind a lot)

Paints their claws/nails, each foot is one of the four colours, the blue nails are for some reason always somehow chipped, Warriors ends up lending them some of his nail Polish which is sturdier

•–Hyrule•

-obsessing over the idea that Rules’ Hyrule is basically Australia so Rule is a kangaroo

Kangaroos are evil deer, Rule is the exception

Kangaroos are terrifying and could be hit by a truck and walk it off, lest to say Time had a mini breakdown after watching Hyrule get punched into a tree by a Hinox, stand up, then carry on with his life without so much as a scratch

They still suck at cooking

If you say ‘shrimp on a campfire’ he will ring your throat until you meet Nayru face to face,

‘I may not know how to cook but I know they’re called prawns.’

•–Wind•

-Salt water croc for my salty pirate

Changed from lobster because I personally hate lobsters

Has claws and knows how to use them, preferably on the back of legend’s legs but has learned hooves hurt to take to the face

Has 3rd eyelid to be able to see underwater, so he likes to sleep like that sometimes and creep out whoever is on watch

Wild has attempted to eat him at least twice, both times Twi had to stop the because Wind was also curious

Sky only has two legs? Boo loser, Wind has 4 and a big tail that could snap your spine (it took wind several years to learn how not to trip over and he still can’t walk for long periods of time)

•–Wild-

-Lynel… Time is not surprised

In the ‘Not quite horse centaurs’ club with Legend

Honestly thought he was a horse until Flora mentioned ‘no Link, horse’s don’t grow horns out of their head’

Isn’t sure if he’s a gold Lynel or just blond (they’re just blond)

Also has a hint of orange in his blue eyes, eyes that glow red on bloodmoons

Unlike their hair they actually like to style their tail a lot, went they went to Gerudo town he was taught how to braid and bun it but can’t do it on his own so let’s Wind do it when he’s bored

Has small horns that Time had to teach him how to take care of, cause who knew horns need maintenance

Literally no one knows how his glider is able to hold him up… or how he climbs literally anything with ease even with his equestrian limbs

Was also one of the first to use Four’s pronouns correctly as they themselves use all pronouns (likes he/they the most tho)

—- Quick sketch of Wild cause I love them with all my heart

Anyway, it’s just a poorly thought out Au and I’ll probably work on it more but have this info dump for a second as I try to figure out what I’m doing with my life,

If y’all have any suggestions have at it,

I just hope my ideas aren’t as jumbled as I think they are

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nostalgic-breton-girl · 4 years

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On Spriggans

I was asked about my headcanons on the creatures of the Elder Scrolls universe; though I know a remarkably small amount about lore in any area, I have settled on Spriggans as a topic for what became more of a story than a discussion. I should say that most of this account is based on canon, mostly the canon set down in the Morrowind expansion Bloodmoon, quite one of my favourites. Only a little is headcanon, most particularly the theory behind the triple death, and the elaboration of the Skaal ideas.

Anyway, without further ado: 2,900 words, on the subject of Spriggans, more a story than anything else, and one which I hope you enjoy at least half as much as I enjoyed putting it together.

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Notes by a Mages’ Guild researcher and geographer of Morrowind, 3E 426

To invoke the wrath of Kynareth is perhaps the most dangerous thing of all: other gods, perhaps you can win with enough cunning, but who can win against Nature herself? That is why I was most severely warned against my research mission; the prospect of almost untouched scholarship held me on course, however, and I went to Solstheim despite everything, to investigate the legends of the Spriggans that had so intrigued me.

We do not get Spriggans on Vvardenfell, for reasons quite unknown. They are sporadic elsewhere in Tamriel: but it was said that the Skaal of Solstheim were particularly knowledgeable about the creatures with which they shared space, and so I determined to begin my research there.

My first stop was Fort Frostmoth, the recently established Imperial base, where any questions about Spriggans were answered with directions to Raven Rock. While some of the soldiers claimed to have seen Spriggans, the only person who might have given me a more detailed account had apparently met an unfortunate death by one - the only signs of such a death being the unearthly screeches that had been heard even up at the fort, and later the discovery of his body, covered in hideous irregular lacerations that no human blade may produce.

And so to Raven Rock, the little settlement founded on ebony mining, on the west coast of the island. The man in charge there is a certain Falco Galenus, who along with several of his workers and guards had recently fended off a Spriggan attack. They admitted to realising that they had encroached on dangerous territory, when they had begun to clear the forest to expand the settlement, but their masterful defeat of the Spriggans meant that they were little discouraged from the continuation of their plan.

I asked Falco what he had experienced of the Spriggans, and he told me this:

‘Certainly it is wise to trust the warnings that they may be mistaken for trees. Imagine a young sapling, all lanky branches and green bark, one that your eye would skim over, if you walked past it without truly looking. Even in the midst of battle, some of them froze, and became absolutely inert, and in this state some kind of magic must have been involved, because we could scarcely land a cut on them, as if we were trying to fell a tree with a butter-knife.

‘But we persisted: as you might imagine, they were particularly susceptible to fire, and as luck would have it we had a few enchanted blades lying about the place. We countered their attacks, not without difficulty, but we managed to damage them, and they began to fall to our efforts.

‘But the legend is that Spriggans die three deaths. You have heard that, no doubt, and it is very much true. When the first Spriggan fell, we were overjoyed, we knew we could defeat them, and easily - and then it came back to life, and if anything, stronger than before. This was repeated when this second incarnation died. Some of the men thought they would be there for all eternity, but I assured them that after the third death they should be well and truly gone: and thankfully I and the legends were right.

‘Certainly it was not a simple task. There were four Spriggans, and ten of us, but between the four Spriggans were twelve lives. Nevertheless we did destroy them, and since then there has been no sign of any more. The remains - I suppose one might call them corpses: they did take on a remarkably animalistic appearance, in death - were left on the forest floor, but after a day they were gone without a trace. The gods only know what might have become of them. It is to be hoped that we showed some level of threat, and they won’t be back.

‘I should say that some of the men were injured, though it wasn’t badly. We’ve all heard the stories of the soldier at Frostmoth. It’s widely believed he was drunk and badly armoured. Spriggans can pack a punch, certainly: their fingers are sharper even than they look. We’re lucky, I think, that they didn’t call all of nature to their aid, as has been rumoured. But we have a few decent healers here, so no lasting harm was done.’

On asking the East Empire Company’s Factor about the Raven Rock site, I had been told that Falco Galenus was prone to spouting ‘optimistic drivel’, and I was somewhat concerned that the effects might have been a little worse than he implied. However, I must here say that on this occasion he was very much correct: those men who had been injured, had been injured only lightly, and if the site were again threatened by Spriggans, they would not go gladly to battle exactly, but it would not be with any sensation of dread.

The surprising ease with which they had conquered this threat astounded me a little, knowing the legends, and the supposedly direct connexion with the goddess Kynareth herself. I told Falco Galenus about my intentions to cross the island, over to the Skaal residence, and he told me that I might wish to be diligent, for not only was the journey a dangerous one - there was a reason the forest was being cleared at Raven Rock, and it was principally to build a wall, to keep the forest creatures out - but the Skaal, while peaceful, seemed ill-disposed towards the Raven Rock and Frostmoth settlements, which I should try not to mention, and I should also take a gift or two to offer them.

I journeyed, therefore, to the Skaal village, in the north-east of the island: it was a difficult trek, for even in summer Solstheim is wracked with opaque blizzards, and though I went cautiously and well-armed, I did nearly come to grief on one occasion, having run unexpectedly into a pack of wolves. But at last I saw the wooden buildings emerge from the snow, and knew that I was safe, for my return to Frostmoth would be executed with an Intervention spell, and I should not have to make the island-crossing again.

I will not recount here much of what I observed and learnt among the Skaal, as that would fill another few volumes, and may well do, should I ever brave the thankless task of sifting through endless notes, transcribed in an increasingly frozen hand. I will say only what I learnt among the Skaal on the topic of Spriggans, which is this, recounted by the shaman Korst Wind-Eye, who even before receiving his gift was much delighted at the prospect of telling me about Nature, and Solstheim, and the All-Maker.

‘Spriggans,’ said he, ‘are the tree-spirits of Solstheim. When the All-Maker breathed life into the creatures of the land, his breath blew through the trees as well, and some trees kept a part of this life.’

‘Then they are truly living trees,’ said I.

‘As living as any other creature of the land, and deserving of the same appellation and respect,’ he replied. ‘Have you before now experienced the wrath of these creatures?’

‘I have not,’ said I.

‘And nor will you, if you should respect the land, and all within it, and the All-Maker himself: they are as any other animal. We Skaal use only what we need from the land, and as Spriggans do not provide us with any material we could not do without, we do not bother them, and so they do not bother us.’

‘Alchemists swear by the important properties of their sap and their taproot,’ I put in.

‘No doubt they do, in such a country as yours, where science is revered beyond all practical use, and poisons are venerated as much as potions.’

‘In my country,’ said I, ‘in the Cult, rather, of the Nine Divines, Spriggans are seen as a creature of Kynareth, and sometimes as embodying Her wrath. Do you see them as an embodiment of the wrath of the All-Maker, or -?’

'Are not all animals similarly disposed, that they attack when threatened?’ he returned: ‘and are not humans, and elves, among them? Life is a gift of the All-Maker, and where it is not respected, there are consequences. That is the basis of Oneness, of our harmony with the land.’

At this point, I had found a topic he was more than eager to discuss, and the rest of our conversation that evening was based on this idea of Oneness. It was several days later when I at last left the Skaal, with my notebooks filled to bursting, and my mind philosophising beyond reason, so that when I began the walk back to Frostmoth, I apparently did not recall that such a thing as Divine Intervention existed.

I was brought back to myself a short way south of the settlement, a little way off the shores of Lake Fjalding, when I heard the most gods-awful screech, and suddenly remembered what I had heard about Spriggans, back at Frostmoth. Gods! - it had sounded close by. My first thought perhaps should have been for the spell I had intended to use, to take me immediately back to the fort, but I am a scholar, and this was but my second, the first being for the opportunity to see one of my academic subjects in the wild. I was perhaps foolish, but I considered myself well-armoured and well-armed, and so I went very carefully in the direction of the noise.

Thank the gods that I saw them before they saw me! I had almost a minute of fine observation, of no fewer than five Spriggans. Falco Galenus had been right: they were like saplings, sprightly young trees that might have been easily mistaken for inanimate, were you not looking for signs of life. But among their twisting branches were the forms of arms, and of legs, a bizarre humanoid: and when I got close enough to perceive what might have been their heads, I was astounded to discover a rather convincing female face, as if it had been carved from the wood by a skilled sculptor. Indeed, once I had noticed this, I could not but see them as women, their forms delicately curved - indeed the very face as one which I thought I recognised, as the face of Kynareth, which I had seen so often in the chapel windows back home. Divines! but they were beautiful...

I was enraptured, for all of a minute, until I heard a sound, not from among the Spriggans, but from behind me, and was apprehended by what was in comparison - and indeed generally - the most ugly little creature I had ever seen. It attacked with much gusto, and to my horror I saw the Spriggans began to move, when they noticed the commencing fight. But I put down this little being, which I later learnt to be a Riekling, and when it was dead, I looked back at the Spriggans, and saw them staring at me - staring at me almost in awe, and then, with another glance towards the dead Riekling, they fled into the depths of the forest.

What do I believe happened? I believe the Riekling had the Spriggans somehow enthralled, and when I destroyed their captor, they were liberated from its servitude. I have since read a similar account of the Falmer holding a Spriggan captive in such a way. The notion that Spriggans may be held captive may seem unbelievable to those who think of them as Kynareth’s wrath, as the embodiment of Her immense power: along with the idea that they are, if not easily, at least capable of being destroyed by human effort. But take them as a forest-creature, sharing their spark of life with those animals that surround them, and one sees them differently, as creatures, as beings with as much free will as any other, and with as much capacity for this free will to be taken by another.

No doubt I shall have to write my notes into a more coherent account. But there is one more thing I must add, which concerns the threefold deaths of Spriggans. This I inquired about on returning to the Imperial Shrine at Frostmoth, of the priest there, Jeleen by name, who told me the following:

‘The three deaths of Spriggans symbolise the element of wrath in their existence. While I am not certain I believe every element of this theory, I will gladly tell you the details.’

‘The Skaal do not believe at all that they exist as a means of wrath,’ I put in.

‘That is their business and belief, and they may have it, but the idea is more complicated than their entire existence being for that purpose. The first death of a Spriggan may well be accidental - caused by a mistake on the part of a human or elf, or by some accident of nature. Their reincarnation after this is allegedly in the assumption that there was some mistake, and if one distances oneself from the Spriggan after she has been felled for the first time, then she will not persist in her attacks, unless she perceives that you have the intent to continue.’

‘And the second death?’ said I.

‘That is where the notion of wrath comes in. The second incarnation is the one which comes from ire. One may kill a Spriggan by mistake, the first time: the second is no accident. She is reincarnated stronger than before, as an attempt at deterrence. If one persists, one will either be punished with death, or with the third and final death of the Spriggan.’

‘Survival is hardly a punishment.’

‘Oh! that is a simple way of seeing things. To anger Kynareth is not to anger any ordinary being: Her wrath is not purely destruction. Nature works in greater ways than that, and if one is so persistant as to destroy Her creatures in such a way, then it is more effective, surely, to let one live and suffer the consequences, than to give one the quick unseeing release of death.’

‘Then you do not think we should harm any animal?’

‘That is not quite the theory, and it is not what I personally believe. You have been among the Skaal, I hear, who hunt only for subsistence, and do not harm the land, if it is beyond what they need to survive. That does not mean that they may not hunt, or use Nature to their purposes, but only that they must be careful and respectful. A similar philosophy exists among some followers of Kynareth. One may hunt a bear, if one wishes to have the pelt for one’s bed, and the meat for one’s dinner; but if one merely wishes the head as a trophy, and the story as a fireside boast, then that is quite another matter. And if nothing else, as far as I am aware, Spriggans provide neither pelts nor meat, and I would say myself that to willingly hunt them is likely out of fear or misunderstanding, or sheer bravado.’

‘Or a devotion to alchemy,’ I added.

‘Quite. Quite. Personally I think you’re going a bit too far, if you are so determined to find rare ingredients that you ignore the fact that their effects may be perfectly well extracted from a common mushroom, but I shan’t judge, at this present moment.’

Our conversation upon the nature of Spriggans lulled, and I retired at length to a bed that had been prepared for me, still thinking over the matter. I will admit now that, after returning to Frostmoth, my intention had been to venture a short way into the forest, with the safety of the fort behind me, and try to find a Spriggan, and if necessary tangle with it: but all that I had heard rather deterred me from it. I must also admit that my voyage to Solstheim had not been purely for research purposes. The alchemist Ajira back in Balmora awaited me with the full expectation that I would return with a good stock of Spriggan sap and taproots. But she would have to find someone else to do her work for her, or else extract the same effects from a common mushroom, because Divines! I had been given much to think about.

I still do not think I shall ever be certain of the nature of Spriggans. My current report must focus only on the scribblings which produced this piece of writing, which for lack of more I must conclude here. Much as I would like to persist, on another occasion - perhaps in the warmer climes of Cyrodiil - I am inclined to leave Spriggans well alone. I do not know if I would or would not be attacked, were I to approach one; I do not wish to find out. I do not know if in approaching one, I would incur the wrath of Kynareth, or of the All-Maker, or just a bloodthirsty tree creature, and no matter how strong one’s scholarly interests, I think you would agree that none of those is an entirely attractive prospect.

#morrowind #tes #elder scrolls #bloodmoon #spriggans #writing

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a-black-pegasus · 5 years

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Older than the English Language

Mini giant Loki and Peter!

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"Peter hey kid, how are you doing?"

Mr. Stark's voice spoke clearly through the phone, but Peter could hear that note of hesittation.

"I'm good. How are you? You sound...worried."

There was a rustle, and Peter imagined Tony rubbing his face and pacing.

"Well you know, same old same old. Same avengers, some giant Asguardians..." There was a crash and Loki's angry voice yelling in the background.

"You were never on my side!"

"You're my brother!" Thor's voice thundered back.

Peter winced. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Yeah! Stay far far far away from the tower. I'll see you tomorrow,..maybe."

The conversation ended with a beep. Peter slipped his phone away, and headed for the tower.

***

He went through the front door, and took the elevator up to the main living room level.

He could hear Thor trying to reason with Loki, and Loki ignoring him.

"It wasn't your fault. We know that now..."

"You never stood by me. I am a tool for you to use." Loki sneered.

The elevator dinged, and opened up to reveal a disaster zone. Furniture was overturned and broken, papers were strewn around, one of the windows was shattered, and there was a hole in the far wall!

Both Asguardians turned their heads to Peter as he came in, but where as Loki looked away Thor came forward.

"Peter you should not be here, you should leave." His hand, the size of Peter's ribcage, came down to nudge him back onto the elevator.

Peter ducked under, and shook his head. "No, I.. I came to help." He licked his lips nervously and took a quick glance over at Loki.

Thor sighed and thought for a moment. "Are you sure? I trust my brother not to harm you, but Tony would not like it."

Peter looked around the room.

"Mr. Stark also wouldn't like finding out the second living room is destroyed but it's kinda too late for that. I'm already here, I have to try."

"Well," Thor winced as Loki kicked a hole into the wall. "Alright. Good luck young Stark." He patted Peter's shoulder, and escaped down the stairs.

Peter was alone with Loki now, but that didn't bother him. He smiled and walked on over.

"Hi Mr. Loki!" He said, using the same tone, and same excitement he always used when speaking to the avengers. He took a seat by the mini giant and crossed his legs.

Loki gave Peter a half hearted glare that would have scared most teens off. "Child, why are you here?" Loki asked, dangerously slow.

Peter pulled out a notebook from his bag. "I was hoping you could help me do my homework."

Loki raised his eyebrow, and stood to leave. "Why don't you ask Stark to help you? I am sure he would provide tolerable assistance..."

Peter jumped to his feet, and grabbed Loki's finger tips. "But he can't help me with this! It's English and we both suck at it."

Loki took hold of Peter's hands and raised him in front of his face. "Is that so?" He searched the teens eyes for a lie, but they were clear and honest.

"Yes, please? I'm supposed to write a paper about 16th century launguage, and how it's changed from modern day. You were alive back then!" He pointed out.

Loki almost rolled his eyes. Of course he was.

"Well....if Tony really is as awful as you say, I have seen his texts, it would not be much of a streach."

Peter beamed. "So you'll help me?"

Loki did roll his eyes that time. Patting Peter's face teasingly he said. "Yes I'll help you. What would you like to know?"

He set Peter down and took a seat on the floor as Peter answered.

"Everything important at that time."

"Not many important things happened during that time," Loki hummed, "save for wars and... Well William was born during those years."

Peter looked interested. "William? Who's he?" Peter slid right up beside him waiting an answer.

"Technically I wasn't supposed to be on Asguard at that time. So don't tell Thor." He warned.

Peter nodded. "I promise."

Loki took Peter's word, and sighed. "William was a writer. He was fairly popular in his day though; I thought his works were decent for a mortal. He wrote a good number of comedies which I thought were hilarious."

Peter blinked. "You're not talking about William Shakespeare are you?" It had to be a coincidence.

"Oh. Did you read about him somewhere?" Loki asked.

Peter was going to get an 'A' for sure.

***

Three hours, several stories, and two rough drafts later, and Peter's paper was practically written.

Peter closed his laptop and streached his legs out. "Wow, that's a lot of information." He sighed flopping back.

Loki took the opportunity to to pick Peter up, sliding his hand underneath the teen, and scooping him up.

"Your teacher should be impressed." He poked Peter's side and watched him squirm.

"Whoa! Hey cut that out, and yeah! Thank you Mr. Loki!" He wriggled, finding himself suddenly trapped in a firm fist. "Mr. Loki, you can put me down now."

"Why would I want to do that?" He tossed Peter up a few feet, and slid him on the ground.

Peter stumbled a bit but kept his balance. "What do you want to do now? We have the rest of the day."

"Hmm especially since the avengers have fled the building on my account." Loki grumbled.

Peter leaned against Loki's knee. "Don't think about that. Let's go see a movie, or go to a park!"

Loki smiled slightly. "Alright. Gather your work, and I'll meet you downstairs."

"Yes!"

***

Thor sat with Stark on the lower floor watching tv, as far as Stark knew, Peter was at home.

Stark visibly stiffened, and sat up as thundering steps came down the stairs.

"Uh, how are you doing reindeer game?"

Loki ignored Tony, and passed Thor. "We're going to the movies. I'll bring him back by eleven."

Stark raised an eyebrow. "We? Bring who back?"

Peter's feet came racing down the stairs. "I'm coming!" He shouted, coming up to Loki's side.

Tony's jaw dropped. "What! No, I—!"

"Goodbye. We'll see you tonight." Loki spoke shortly, scooping peter up and placing him on his shoulders. "Don't stay up."

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wesker20 · 5 years

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Fallen Hero 1.5 Episode 15 Revenge: Collision Course

Episode 14 Revenge: The Voice

Night – Rooftop of abandoned building.

After one month, you are once again about to face off against Zeta. And this time you’ll have the Rangers at your side. Or at the least more interested in taking Zeta down than in you.

Getting a bad sense of Déjà vu.

You lost count of how many times the rangers came to your rescue or you to theirs in the past. Or when they came to help you out when you were in trouble with a particular villain. And vice versa. Now here you are again, in the same situation, heading in a collision course with a rival and them coming to help you out. You are glad to have a mask to cover your smirk.

“They are here,” Pelayo announces. You look down to see Steel and Argent. No sign of either Herald or Ortega.

“Any sign of the other two?” you ask.

Pelayo shakes his head. “Negative, sir.”

You gruff. You can’t sense Herald anywhere. Which means he is not here. But Ortega? That’s another story. You can’t read her nor track her. She is perfectly blocked from you. You turn to your crew. “I’ll jump down and talk to them. You stay here and watch out for any activity. If you see something, let me know. If you see me being attacked, prepare cover fire.” All four nod and Pelayo begins relaying orders, putting Zaza on sniper position, Ward on the rear, and Nehal right beside him, covering you.

You jump down, shooting your jets to slow down the fall and land right in front of them.

“The Marshal and the wild car. Has anyone ever told you you make a cute couple,” you begin, covering most of your body with your cape.

“Say that again and I’m going to eviscerate you,” Argent groans, showing her clawed fingers but not elongating them.

“And who would you have left to entertain you?”

“Point taken.”

You turn to Steel. He’s glaring, but also observing, as if trying to piece together something. Maybe you. Maybe your suit. Better pull him out of his sightseeing before he finds something to use against you. “What’s the matter? Still grumpy about the affair with Marconi?” He only glares more. “If it’s any consolation, he is still alive.”

“That’s not what we are here for.”

“Indeed. Where’s the other two?”

“Not cleared for active duty yet. Thanks to you,” Argent spits.

“That’s too bad. Could have used the flying boy as a cannon ball.” You turn, looking at a building in the distance. Not the same building, but close to the area where it was. The building where everything changed. Where you changed. “The Voice is inside that building. Recruiting.” You don’t even have to turn to know that Steel tensed up a bit. Not enough for Argent to notice, but enough for you. Mostly because you were already expecting it. You tensed when you saw the location too. Seven years ago, that building, and this entire area were caught in the radius.

Heartbreak.

You glare. Zeta could not have chosen this place by accident, it must have been planned. Another structure connected to your past, like Bloodmoon. Which means one of two things: either he is more obsessed with you and your life than you first thought, or he is expecting you. Expecting an attack. Never make the same mistake twice. First thing you taught him in your sparring matches.

“Everyone, come down,” you order through your mic. In a coordinated move your crew swings down the building using cables and grappling hooks. Pelayo stands beside you, Ward next to him, and Nehal and Zaza right behind you. You turn back to Steel. “We are ready.”

Minutes later – outside apartment building.

Steel checks another corner. “Clear.” You’ve let him give the orders. Steel is a military man and has a lot of experience. Even when you two did not get along, you could always trust him as a leader. So you made the choice to let him lead. For now. Once you were in the building, however, you have to get to Zeta first. In fact neither Steel nor Argent can get to Zeta at all. If they do, who knows what Zeta will do. Or say.

Pelayo and Ward accepted the arrangement rather quickly and in fact you find them working very well with Steel. Nehal and Zaza though, they are a bit more hesitant, and always look at you first before obeying an order from him. Not that you blame them. Or disapprove. The last thing you want them to do is forget who is in charge.

You stare in awe at the building. Not because it is impressing, but because you can feel the multitude of minds inside. At least thirty in the third floor. Nothing major. Nothing You or Steel or Argent have not dealt with before.

Argent turns to you. “Make sure not to run away this time.”

You chuckle. “I make no promises. The second the party starts, it’s the second The Voice learns that we are here.” You turn to her. “And I’m not about to let them escape again.”

Argent eyes you for a moment, as if she now understands something about you. She turns back to the building. “As long as you don’t turn it into another massacre.”

“An accident. One I do not intend to repeat.” You turn back to the building. You reach out with your mind again, letting it flow.

There’s twenty more in the fourth floor. Theses ones feel a bit more different. Their thoughts betray a sense of confidence, security. One mind in particular has more confidence than anybody else’s. And an ego the size of a continent if you may say so yourself. That floor might be a bit of a problem. These kind of confident mind sets tend to reside on mods. Even Ward has them to a certain extent.

“Find anything?” You turn to Steel.

“What do you mean?”

“You are using your telepathy to scan the building. I can tell.”

You chuckle and turn back to the building. “Have experience working with a telepath Marshal?” at that you notice a swerve of emotion. From both Steel and Argent. Seems neither of them wanted Mastermind to realize that. Glad to know they care about you. Somewhat. They may just care more about what Ortega will do if anything happens to you.

Again.

You shake those thoughts away from the moment. Now is not the time for that sort of thing. “Thirty on the third floor. Most of them normal goons. Some may be modded but nothing heavy. The fourth floor on the other hand.” You tilt your head a bit. “Well, there’s ten less. But I’m pretty sure most of them are either modded. Or boosted. Or both. And the fifth floor is blocked. I dare say that’s where the Voice is.”

Argent chuckles and grins. “At least it will be fun.”

“That it will.” You turn to your crew. “Take the team inside. Quietly. Take out as many as you can on the way. Again, quietly. I don’t want to listen anything until I start it.” All of them nod and move into the building. “Ready Marshall?”

“After you.”

You chuckle a bit. “Of course.”

Inside – Third floor

You are going to have to raise your crew’s salary after this. Out of the thirty goons inside, fifteen are down. All done in silence. “Pelayo, remind me to throw a party for you guys when we are back,” you say through your mic.

“Can’t afford to disappoint, sir. Just imagine what it would do to our reputation.”

You hold back a chuckle and relay the information to Steel. “Give me a minute I can shut down six of them.” Steel stares at you with a look that has him dreading what that means. “Relax, I’m not killing them. Just sending them to sleep for a couple of hours.” He looks no more assured than he was before.

You reach out, an ocean filled with small minds. Incapable of understanding. Of grasping what yours is. The Rat King squeals, both of your minds working in tandem. Like a snake you slither into each and every mind, leaving a small print, something that will react to a simple signal. A blast. A telepathic blast to be precise. Weak telepathic blasts like this will stun an opponent for several seconds. But by leaving these prints, you weaken their minds further. So much that a weak blast will knock them out. Why use portion of your power when you can weaken them and knock them out with virtually no effort.

You can end them. Here and now. Those little minds are nothing but cattle. Made to be killed. Get them, grab them by the throat. Send their minds into disarray. Make them wish for that simple release. That release that will end all of their problems. Make them leave. Make them gone.

The Rat King wraps itself around your mind and you wake up. You drifted off, your mind wandered into something else. But what? That voice, it was Jane’s. Or not. It was the Jane specter that’s been bothering you ever since your first fight with Zeta. But you don’t hear her now. You hear nothing else but the worried squeals of your partner. You assure the Rat King you are fine and continue, leaving the final print of your mind on the goons.

You crack your neck as if waking up. “Alright. At my signal, six will go down, you take care of the rest.”

“And you?” Argent questions.

“I’ll say hello to the other guys upstairs. See if I can get them to leave.”

“And if you don’t?” Steel bust in.

“Then the party will begin.” You prepare now, focusing your mind, the blast building up until…

“Now!” Steel and Argent bust into the room. You feel the six minds shutting down, left to dream for some time. Well not dreaming. Just out cold. Anyway, time to move. You rush through the stairs as the sounds of fighting echo. Most of the screams and grunts coming from people other than Argent and Steel, in fact, you don’t think there’s any grunts coming from them at all. Guess that’s what happens when you bring in two tanks to fight a bunch of weaklings.

The walk to the room filled with twenty goons is much more uncomfortable. You can feel variety of minds in there, not all of them easy to sneak in and shut down. But you try all the same. Better to shut down a couple of them and fight the rest than fight all of them. They all seem to be suspecting that something is going on but are not alerted yet. Good. Worry makes them more open, pliable to your powers. You take a deep breath and step in.

“Ladies and gentlemen. I am Mastermind. A pleasure to meet all of you.” you bow in an exaggerated manner as they all step back. As you expected many of them are heavily modded. Mechanical arms, legs, eyes, shoulder cannons, you name it. Not all of them military grade but they probably still pack a punch. Others do not seem to be modded. But they could be boosted. That said the majority are modded and only a few seem to be either boosted or have something up their sleeves.

You wondered earlier why Zeta ordered them in such a manner. The non-boosted and non-modded in the third floor and these guys on the fourth. It seems his priority is to recruit boosts and mods over normal folk. So the unmodded here, if not boosted, must be pretty important.

“In case you don’t know yet. I’m here for the Voice. So step aside and let me get to them.” Some of them obey but others stand their ground. “Unless you want me to do to you what I did to his previous army.”

“Really?” a gravy voice echoes in the room. Next thing you know the ground shakes lightly under you as a giant figure makes way towards you. Eight? Probably nine feet tall? Maybe bigger? You don’t know because right now what has your attention is the… mods? Suit? Seriously you can’t tell. It looks like a suit but then again the guy has tubes and gears puncturing into his neck. Whatever they are those are definitely military grade.

“Who are you? Cheap Psychopathor knock off?” you joke, trying to keep your cool and not show how lost you are on how to deal with this guy.

“Hah you compare me to that loser? Give me a break.” So this is the guy with the planet size ego you felt earlier. “I am Boxer, The Unstoppable!” He clashes his metal fists. You can feel everyone else’s confidence growing.

“The unstoppable, huh? Yeah I can think of one person who that title would fit a lot better.” You tilt your head. “And I fight her pretty much regularly by this point.”

“Indeed. That is why I am Lady Argent’s biggest rival. I am her nemesis.” You hold your breath at this, otherwise you would burst out laughing and never stop. Ever.

“I’m sorry I was under the impression that was me.”

“You,” he says with a mixture of disbelieve and mockery. “A little thing like you?” and he burst out laughing.

“Has anyone ever told you it’s not the size, but what you do with it?” Why don’t you let me show you?”

He stops laughing. “What do you think I am?”

“Someone with more brawns than brain, that’s for sure.”

He glares. “Are you calling me an idiot?”

“My point exactly.” You feel the thought before he moves. So you prepare and dodge the incoming attack. The punch breaks through the ground. “Nice blow. Here’s a cookie.” You extend your hand. He roars and charges at you but shoot your jets and fly over him. He bursts through the wall and leaves you with the rest of the goons. “Any takers?” Some prepare and others charge. You shoot a telepathic blast that stuns most of them and knocks out the ones you prepared earlier.

You let an electric bomb fall to the ground and shoot your jets again, taking to the air as the first row of goons fall down unconscious. “Anybody els-” you don’t get to finish as you feel a hand wrap around your foot and slam you on the ground.

“Now you’ll see who’s the idiot,” Boxer yells as he shoots a punch. You roll to the side, the punch landing right next to you and leaving a hole where your head used to be. You shoot your jets again and fly from under him.

“Ok time out big guy.”

“NO TIME OUT!” He charges and you barely have time to dodge. What he lacks in brains he definitely more than makes up for it in stubbornness and how dangerous that can be. You have to think. But you don’t get the time as an explosion pushes you to the ground and the crowd swarms you. You are still strong enough to shrugs off some of them but too many of them, all of them with different mods. Some slash you, others punch you, and others try to electrocute you. They may not all be that powerful but they distract you long enough that you don’t even process the fact that Boxer is right in front of you, grinning. He punches you and sends you flying to the other side of the room.

Ok, maybe coming alone here was not such a good idea. You thought you could scare them away with what you did at Bloodmoon. You did not expected to find an idiot with a planet size ego and not have him not being afraid of you, which in turn inspires other not to be afraid. You have to think, fast. An escape route, something that will get you away from this idiot. Wait, the ground. You can use the nanovores to make a hole and land on the floor below. It would hinder your pursuit for a bit, but you have not felt any activity up. Once again, it probably means that Zeta is expecting you. Great. Another thing to worry about.

As Boxer closes in you prepare, putting your palm on the floor below and trusting the Rat King to guide them. The nanovores get to work, and you feel the floor beneath you giving away. Immediately you call them back to your glove. The floor gives away and you fall, landing on your back. Not the most graceful of landings but whatever. You find yourself staring at Steel’s and Argent’s bewildered faces. “Oh hi there. How’s your day? Mine’s being pathetic.”

“What happened?” Steel asks.

“Big guy. Modded to hell. Shit for brain. Gotta give him credit though, guy has a mean right.”

Argent stares in disbelief. “Please tell me you don’t mean-” she does not get to finish as the ceiling breaks down. “Boxer,” she says with an exasperated sigh.

“Argent! Finally. I’m ready for our rematch! This time I’m much stronger than before. I have modified my mods lift heavier objects, hit harder, and tonight will be the night when I finally beat yo-” he flies off and clashes against a wall. Argent stands where he was, arm extended, fist closed.

“So you two do know each other.”

“Unfortunately.”

“And here I thought I was the only one.” You stand up, finally.

“Aahhh, don’t worry. You’re the only one that matters.” She gives you a teasing smile.

“So, anything you can tell me about this guy?”

“Highly armored and strong. He used to be a soldier before he stole several mods and went rogue,” Steel reports.

“So those are military grade mods.”

“For whatever good they do to him,” Argent says, cracking her knuckles. “He also has knack for escaping. This is the… I don’t know, fifth time he escapes?” She looks at Steel. He nods and readies his weapons as the other mods jump through the hole in the ceiling Boxer just made. The three of you jump into it. Argent handles the brunt of them, taking and slashing anyone dumb enough to stand in front of her. Steel uses his weapons to disable and knock out anyone that slips past her. And you handle the stragglers that are left after all of it is done. In less time than you expected most of them are either injured or out cold.

“That was easy,” Argent remarks. You and Steel look at one another. Why did she have to say that? Suddenly, Steel takes a missile. The explosion sends him back, separating him from the two of you.

“I told you. I upgraded my mods. Now I can take anything you throw at me.”

“Does he have an off switch?” you ask her.

“I’ll let you know when I find it.”

You groan. This guy was becoming more trouble than he was worth. End him. You can do it. Just let go. You are much stronger. Argent’s yell brings you back to reality.

“Hey! What are you, sleeping?” You shake your head. “Good. Then help me with this idiot.”

“I didn’t thought you required help.”

She laughs. “I don’t. But he’s boring. With you I can beat him faster. The faster I beat him the less I have to hear him speak.”

“Understood,” you pause. “My Lady.” She groans.

“Hah, need help from your little friend now? Hah I knew it. You can’t beat me. I am the biggest thing you have ever faced. There is not a single thing you can do to stop me now.”

“Shut up and fight already shit for brains!” you both yell. Instantly he charges. You both dodge to either side. He stops and turns back to Argent. He shoots a fist, but Argent dodges it with grace. She slashes his suit a bit, but nothing major.

“Hah! Even your claws can’t get me!” He’s wrong. Argent could have gone in much deeper than that. So why didn’t she?

“Seriously, are you in love with your own voice or something?” you ask.

He turns to you. “What!”

“I asked if you are in love with your own voice. Because you speak more than a preacher on Sundays.” You glue your hand to a column left of you, without his notice.

“I wouldn’t have to if your tiny brains recognized my superiority.” He smiles.

“Right, right. Is it because you are stupid?” that sets him faster than you thought. This guy has some anger issues to work through. He charges you and you step out of the way as the column disintegrates and the ceiling falls on him. That does not stop him and he powers through the debris. He tries to punch you but you shoot your jets just in time. Just then you see Argent’s silver form right behind him and she slashes. Again a superficial strike as far as you can tell. Was his armor really too much for her? That’s impossible. He turns fast, hitting Argent in the face and sending her flying.

You shoot your jets at max power, turn midflight, and land a kick straight into his exposed face. Even burning it with your jet. He screams and stumbles back, covering his face. Once again Argent appears almost out of nowhere and slashes again. Another superficial strike. Or so you thought.

In an instant you hear Boxer’s armor powering down, the lights on his chest and back turn off, and he falls on his knees. You land, wondering what just happened.

“What?” Boxer and you say at the same time.

“Same thing I always do when fighting him. Cut off the tubes leading up to his power source.” She smirks at you.

“How! I changed it. I made sure they were hidden. How did you know where they were!? How!” He yells. Argent punches him out cold.

“Finally, some peace and quiet.” You say. But he was right. How did she saw it? You didn’t saw anything. It’s that vision of hers. The way she can just see the insides of technology. She can probably see the weaknesses of your suit too. A worry for another time. Right now, Zeta is the priority. Steel shows himself finally. Seems he was hindered a bit with Boxer’s missile. “You missed all the fun.”

“He’s seen three of these fights by now. He knows how it goes,” she chimes in.

“Let’s hope he doesn’t escape again,” he says.

“Yeah sure. Whatever. Let’s move on.” But just as you turn… shit. You have no idea where they came from but currently you have dozens of goons standing in front of you. “I didn’t felt those.”

“You said the fifth floor was blocked,” Steel says as he takes a stance.

“Yeah, probably should have guessed there were more there.” You take your stance and so does Argents.

“Boss!” you hear Pelayo yell. He and the others stand beside you.

“You can handle these?” You turn to Argent and Steel. Steel nods without looking at you. Argent rolls her eyes but nods too. You turn to your crew. All nod. Good. You are done fighting goons. Even if it’s a trap, you have to get there now. These goons will keep Argent and Steel busy long enough that you can deal with Zeta before they get to him. You run a diagnostic of your suit. Some damage from your fight with Boxer. But you can still work with this. Your weapons are all untouched as well. “Good. I’ll say hello to the Voice from your part.” You prepare your jets.

“Take them alive,” Steel orders.

“I make no promises.” You shoot your jets fly over the goons and through the hole in the ceiling. Time to find Zeta…

And end this.

Episode 16 Revenge: The Rules of Pain.

#fallen hero: retribution #fallen hero: rebirth #MC #Villainstep #Boss crew #Lady Argent #Steel #OC

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bloodmoon333 · 6 years

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Would you please be able to connect me with one of my spirit guides, what is the main thing they want me to know? And could you explain how you connect to other peoples guides? Thank you very much!!! I have a really deep interest in all this and i really feel like i'm pushing away my fear based ego thoughts

Hi there, I can certainly do that for you! I’m just going to start off channeling Messages from your Guide:First we want to thank you for being so patient and understanding that the message will come when the time is right. I am a winged angel, here to provide you protection and guidance whenever you are in need of it. My message for you today, Dear One, is to focus on this patience of yours. Learn what it is to be patient. To let go of your anxiety, your stress, your need for the thing you are waiting for to come to you right here and now. Every. thing. happens. for. a. reason. When it is time each piece of the puzzle will come together and then you will understand why things occurred the way they had. It may not make sense now, it may seem like a jumbled mess of things here and there, but trust in yourself, trust in the Universe, that everything will come together as one whole when the time is right. And you will know in your heart when this time is. There will be no doubt. No worry. No anxiety. No fear. Simply the feeling of being content and happy in the present moment. Nothing else could be better than the moment itself. You take a deep breath, a sigh, as you know that in your heart, in your soul, you could not be happier than this moment itself. And, understand and know that this feeling of content is what you care capable of feeling each and every day. Yes, there, will be moments where you will feel upset, down, depressed, sad, miserable, anxious, worry and fear, but, know that they are there to help teach you to see the good, see the love that is all around you. It is all about perspective, Dear One, and we can help show you a loving perspective if you but ask us to. -----How I connect with other people’s guides:Ah this is such a good question! Thank you for asking! I do a few different things, it just depends on what I’m guided to do really.Typically I will connect with my guide, Kaine, and ask him to assist me when I work with other people’s guides. And so he’ll help with the introductions and with receiving and translating messages I receive from the other person’s guides. One thing I really like to do is go to one of my spots in the Astrals, where I’ll meet the guides there. A brief description of the space would be a field, lined with trees. The tree line is in a circle. I’ll greet the guide’s, with Kaine along side me, in the field, where we then talk and I translate their messages for them.When I’m channeling messages, like for your guide above, I’m allowing their messages to simply flow through me. They guide what I type and say. One thing I don’t really do though is verbally channel another person’s guide, not unless I already have a good connection with the person and the guide itself. -----That’s wonderful that you have such an interest it this!! If you have any other questions or would like to chat in generally about this feel free to Ask or Message me! :) You’re on the right track that’s for sure!! Keep following your heart! Blessed Be,

Bloodmoon

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kwamiwayzz · 6 years

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In the Guise of a Masquerade

A/N: Hey guys, so it’s been awhile since I’ve ever added anything to my writing tag and couldn’t really think of anything since the current fics I’ve been writing are in such a slow process of being written it’s almost painful.

I actually wrote this awhile back, back when I sent a submission prompt to elsannafervor inspired from the Bloodmoon Ball dance episode from Star vs. the Forces of Evil. Anyway, it kinda bothered me that I wanted to post something but got nothing (I was this close to posting a Citrus fanfic today, but I’m so slow and picky I’m probably just gonna finish it later)

So, here’s a thing for the old fandom I was once in. Even though I’m not that into Elsanna as much nowadays I did have some fun writing/finishing this--btw there’s no proofreading, no sense of consistency, nothing. I just wrote everything straight out of the first thing that popped in my head.

Fandom: Frozen

The moonlight shining through the glass ceiling was mesmerizing. It was a beauty that she had never seen before, and it certainly was something she never thought she would be standing right under with her supposed-boyfriend.

After about a year, Hans thought it would be best to invite Anna over to his family-organized parties, even though his relationship with most of his brothers hadn’t exactly gotten better in the last few years. Anna thought it would be a wonderful idea and give her a chance to meet the rest of the Westergaard brothers. Actually, out of guilty admission, she mainly accepted the offer to come to his party just to see the inside of the family mansion.

If Anna had to be truly honest, she wasn’t finding the idea of being with Hans to be such a pleasant experience as she thought. For the first few months of dating, the two seemed like they would be the perfect match; however, her sister, Elsa, and her friend, Kristoff didn’t exactly trust the man. Despite the sisters growing up with Hans, his interests seemed to be elsewhere. Whether that was caused by his growing disdain towards his family or simply in his nature, Hans didn’t seem like the type of person that would fit under Anna’s so-called “dream romance”.

Needless to say, even though she hated the many times Hans would stand her up due to some “important business”, Anna was hoping something would change between them, hopefully for the better. That is, if she attended the Westergaards’ party.

“What’s wrong, Anna?” Hans asked as he fixed his tuxedo, “this isn’t about worrying about my family is it? We’ve practically known each other since birth, I’m pretty sure they already like you.” He gave a small laugh before muttering under his breath, “a lot more than me at least.”

Anna tucked her hair behind her ear and tried to give a response that wouldn’t possibly mess the enthusiasm of the night, “Nothing, I just...um, my hair…”

Great going, Anna.

Hans gave her a confused look before laughing softly, “You look fine,” he said as he held her cheek, trying to cheer her up, “now come on, the party’s waiting!”

Yet while Anna was possibly going to try and make the night something she would remember, Elsa was drowning in nervous thought to Kristoff about her sister going to the party.

“I just don’t really know if she’ll be fine…”

“What are you talking about? You’ve seen her. Besides, as much as I don’t trust Hans. I think she’s more than capable of handling herself,” Kristoff responded, trying to calm Elsa down.

He was right, Anna was more than capable of handling herself in tough situations. Elsa completely knew that, but for some reason there was something bothering her about her sister going to that party that wasn’t just her “older sister” instincts. Luckily, or unluckily, for her Kristoff didn’t like him either and that would end up having to involve him helping whenever Hans was around.

Kristoff sighed, “...but if it makes you feel any better, we could, I don’t know...go and check up on her?”

Elsa looked at him in confusion. “How? I don’t really think Anna would like it if she found out we’re spying on her.”

Suddenly, Kristoff beamed. Maybe Anna wouldn’t have to know that they’re spying on her. At least, not recognize them.

“I think I might know how. A couple family members of mine were involved in makeup and costume design for a couple movies they used to work on. If we could get them to help us, Anna wouldn’t suspect a thing.”

It sounded like a good idea, but that still left the question, “That sounds nice and all, but what are we going to do about getting in? This isn’t exactly a public party,” Elsa said.

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll have that taken care of,” Kristoff assured her.

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“Invitation, please,” the guard demanded.

Crap, Kristoff forgot to give it to me.

Elsa stood at the doorway thinking of clever excuses to get past the rather burly man. In all honesty, as much as she wanted to check up on her little sister, she would much rather have stayed home than get herself into trouble with some...crazy disguise.

“She’s with me,” she heard a voice from behind. It was Kristoff wearing a rather ornate mask. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out two invitations. Where he got them? Well, he’d rather not say. That wasn’t the important part.

“Sorry, for being late,” he whispered.

The guard let them pass through, not before giving both of them some disapproving looks.

Once the two made it inside the Westergaard mansion, they snuck into the nearest obscure corner and properly got themselves ready.

“So, you sure this is going to work?” Elsa asked.

“Positive!” he reassured. “I mean, nobody even recognized you’re actually a woman,” he pulled out a small mirror from his coat, causing Elsa to gawk at her reflection in the mirror. She barely even recognized herself. “Now here, take this mask I brought from my aunt’s makeup studio. Your disguise may be good, but this is still a masquerade party. And who knows how long it’ll be before Hans or Anna recognize you.”

Elsa took the mask and wore it over her face. Once preparations were established, she did her best to strut herself into the mansion’s ballroom.

The moment she arrived she saw Anna having what seemed to be a casual conversation with Hans. They both weren’t wearing their masks. She released a sigh of relief.

At least nothing too bad has happened.

Anna didn’t seem unsatisfied at the party, but she also didn’t seem to be having much of a good time either.

She relaxed against a table, taking some of the assorted cheeses and crackers set on the table. She wouldn’t mind having to watch over from a distance as long as Hans wasn’t trying any funny business.

But the moment she thought things were going smoothly, Hans had to announce some sort of special moonlight dance tradition. Elsa saw how hesitant Anna was in dancing with Hans, but needless to say, she let him lead her to the center of the ballroom.

Careful not to make much of a scene, Elsa squeezed her way among the crowd to where the two were to get a better view. The moment she got to the center, Anna bumped into her.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Anna apologized.

“Anna, what are you doing? I thought you wanted to dance?” Hans sharply said, causing the redhead to wince a little. That tone awakened much of the older sister’s protective side and gently grabbed Anna’s hand.

“She doesn’t want to dance with you,” Elsa argued, trying to maintain a low and unrecognizable tone.

After a rather curt argument, Hans stormed off, and Anna thanked the “mysterious stranger”, then asked for a dance. Elsa could feel sweat form at her brow, but accepted the offer nonetheless. Hopefully, things would continue to go smoothly.

They danced in under the moonlight, in sync, and in rhythm; it was almost hypnotic. Anna was smiling. Elsa was simply breathing. The redhead didn’t know what it was that magnetically drew her to this “mysterious stranger” she just met. Before she knew it, she leaned in and captured Elsa’s lips, much to the older woman’s surprise.

But what was more surprising, was that she wasn’t resisting or pulling back. After Anna pulled away, she smiled. But then that smile faltered as if a revelation had come.

All of a sudden, Anna yanked the mask off her face a little too hard and stared in shock.

“Elsa?”

Hans, not too far from the scene had his jaw hanging, while everyone around them.

In the corner of the room, with his hand over his face, Kristoff groaned, not wanting to think of the consequences later, “why did I think this was such a good idea?”

#frozen #elsanna #geez man i havent put anything in my writing tag in a year #turtlefic #i tend to get really wordy in my fics too #hence why it takes me so long to write #and the relatively large word count on most of fics on ffnet #especially my citrus fics

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dirtysupernaturalimagines · 7 years

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Not Another Bar Fly

Pairing: Dean x Reader Prompt/Summary: Imagine Dean being embarrassed when he gets a boner while you’re straddling him and cleaning up his wounds. Author: Bloodmoon Minis Reader Gender: Not Specified / Any Word Count: 1.1k Warnings: fluff, smut, mention of blood/flesh wound (?), alcohol, cursing

“What more do you want from me Dean?” you threw your hands in the air. “I admit it, I fucked up! You got clipped, it’s not the worst thing to happen to you on a hunt and you fucking know it,” you screamed at him.

“What I want, is for you to have my back on a hunt Y/F/N,” he used your full name. You knew he was pissed, and rightfully so. A simple salt and burn, or so you thought. Dean had seen this kind of thing before, with his brother but since he went to the pit, Dean had become beyond reckless. “Why don’t you trust me on these things? How many times do I have to remind you, I have been doing this my entire life?”

“You don’t have to remind me Dean, but go ahead and dig the knife a little deeper. I do trust you, but lately you’ve been hell bent LITERALLY to do whatever you can to bring Sam back. That means you have to stay alive too,” you argued. Normally you would let Dean have his moment and walk away but you were getting sick of his sour puss attitude and decided to stand against it.

“That girl would have died and you know it, Dean. We saved her life tonight. Why isn’t that good enough?” You jolted from the Impala as soon as Dean turned off the engine. Throwing open the door to your hotel room, every move you made had extra emotion. Your duffle bag made a loud thud on the bed and you tugged so hard at its zipper it took you several tries before you ripped it open.

“Now what are you doing?” Dean asked, slamming the door behind him.

“What do you think I’m doing Dean?” you made your way to the small table and turned one of the chairs facing out. Going back to your bag you pulled out a beaten up first aid kit and a cheap bottle of rum. Tossing the kit on the table, you slammed the bottle of alcohol next to it. “Take your shirt off and sit down,” you commanded.

“I-Wait, what?” Dean was a little confused by your words.

“Sit your ass in the chair Dean Winchester.”

“Since when do you-” his words were cut short when you started pushing his hips toward the chair, spun him and sat him down.

“Take your shirt off,” you commanded again. “Again with the weird looks Winchester! I’m not some bar fly trying to get in your pants. Do you want that bullet out or not?”

Dean had nearly forgotten until you mentioned it. You were right. It definitely wasn’t the worst thing to happen to him in a hunt. He pulled at his shirt with his good arm but you could see he was struggling. You let out a slow sigh and knelt at his side, helping him slowly out of the bloody fabric. Tossing the shirt on the table, you stood and reached for the alcohol and twisted the lid open.

“Drink.” Your voice was different. There was no anger, no frustration, but a clear need to want to help your friend as you spoke softly. Dean did as you said and took a long chug from the bottle, pulling it from his lips with a hiss. Taking the bottle from him, you poured some of its contents over his wound and examined it.

“I got you pretty good,” you admitted quietly. Taking caution in tugged at his flesh, you pulled the first aid kit over to you and opened it. Without a second thought, you straddled his lap and poured more alcohol over the wound. Dean’s eyes widened at your position.

“What are doing?”

“Dean, this is the most comfortable way to do this. Please be an adult about this,” you pleaded.

“Fine, just… Fine,” he made a gesture with his hand. “Just get it over with.” Dean put his free arm up on the table. Trying to be subtle, he watched you go to work. Being careful to remove the bullet and being sure to splash the wound with alcohol every couple minutes, you almost had a grip on the lead parasite when Dean let out an unexpected grunt of pain and balled his fist on the table. You pulled away quickly.

“Dean I’m trying, I just.. I need you to hold still. You know I aim to kill,” the corners of your mouth twitched into a soft smile. “Bear with me Winchester,” you whispered sweetly. Dean let his head roll back and closed his eyes. You had started examining his injury once more when you felt a hand rest on your thigh.

Trying to ignore it, you reached in with tweezers again to pull out the bullet. It was rare indeed for Dean to allow himself to be this vulnerable. Just as the bullet slid from its cavity, Dean let out a groan of relief. You shifted in his lap enough to reach over and grab the needle and thread. You took a mental pause when you shifted back.

“Is this your way of saying all I had to do was sit in your lap and stitch you to get you going?” You teased him cautiously, unsure of how to respond to the growing pressure against your core. Dean surprised you with a sultry look.

“Y/N/N, I-” he gripped your thigh as you pushed the needle it his skin. The more you threaded the needle, the more pressure you felt against your center. You bit your lip trying to ignore the butterflies he was giving you. Dean watched as you bit the thread after tying off your sutures. Wiping the blood from your lips, you sat up and looked at him.

Before you had a chance to say anything, Dean buried a hand in your hair and pulled your lips to his. Despite the pain, he pulled you closer against him, deepening the kiss. Your tongues danced against one another and you found yourselves grasping at each other for a tighter hold. The feeling of his bare chest against your body set a fire in you and your nails dug into the back of his neck. Dean pulled away from you slowly and looked at you with a stare so intense it made your soul shiver.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” Dean confessed as he cupped your face. “You could never be just another bar fly,” he continued. “And right now, all I want to do is enjoy this moment with you.”

“That’s all I want too.” You pressed your lips to Dean’s once more and as he took care in caressing your body, the rest of the world around you melted away so that all that was left was you, Dean, and the budding romance you couldn’t wait to explore.

#supernatural #one shot #dean winchester #o dean winchester #M/F #M/M #submission

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ikamigami · 10 months

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So after I rewatched the episode it confirmed to me that the weird feeling of deja vu wasn't baseless because this episode parallels the episode from year ago. Yes, I'm talking about "Sun meets Eclipse" episode.

The things Bloodmoon's hallucination had said to Sun parallel and are more or less similar to what Eclipse had said to Sun back then. And in both conversations Sun don't want to acknowledge whatever the second person is saying to him.

Now before you jump to wrong conclusion and say that Eclipse was right etc. Just think about why Sun was so against the things Eclipse and Bloodmoon kept saying to him. Why Sun doesn't want to acknowledge any of this even if he was able to admit having those bad urges? Because deep down he believes that having those bad urges makes him evil. He knows it doesn't make anyone a bad person because he doesn't think that Moon is bad. Same was with Monty. Sun said to Foxy that Monty ain't that bad. Even if Monty acts terribly sometimes.

So why he thinks that having bad thoughts and desires make him bad? Because this is his delusional belief. He's certain that he's evil. And I think that Sun believes that he was always like that thus Bloodmoon's words "you think it's bad that you didn't change".

Bloodmoon being much calmer and sensible parallels the way Eclipse talked to Sun that day.

Sun can't let go of the past because he's scared that he's no better than Moon and even more that he's no better than Eclipse. He tries to reason with his own mind but it's impossible for him to do this alone. Because he won't be able to fight his delusions on his own.

I still think that Sun truly believes that he just let others do bad things. That this is his fault hence the line "you wanted for people to stop ... you weren't able to stand up for yourself, to stand up for what you believe". You may think that Bloodmoon was right and tried to help Sun. It could be like that.

But why then Bloodmoon said that he won't disappear until Sun admit the truth? I think that this "truth" is that Sun being good and trying to help others is a fake thing (I mean this is what Sun believes). And "true Sun" is evil and let others do bad things etc.

That line meant that Sun thinks that he wants for others to stop doing bad things and wants to stand up for himself and his beliefs but what he really wants is "to do so many bad things" and he just let others do them. (I mean that it's Sun's delusions, not how he truly is.)

Sun's conversation with Bloodmoon's hallucination shows us how much things Eclipse said and did to Sun messed him up badly. Because it's still affecting him.

Things will only get worse unless Sun tell someone how he really feels and thinks about himself. Because if he'll tell this to someone then that person will be able to help him.

Running away from these thoughts isn't good but it wouldn't make Sun any good if he just admit to himself those feelings. He needs to talk about it with someone. Because he can't fight this battle alone. Trust me. I know this from my experiences.

What Moon told Sun is true but it won't help Sun unless Sun tell Moon or anyone else how he feels deep down. Unless Sun tell that he feels that he's evil.

That's why it still may end up with Sun harming himself or trying to kill himself. After all he didn't say that he want to be this whole "catalyst thing".

You really may think that what I'm saying is a huge stretch but I think that all those little things that happened throughout the show are hinting to this.

I'm not good at explaining things. But I do hope that you'll get what I mean.

#sun and moon show #sams #sams sun #sun and moon show sun #fnaf sb #fnaf sun #sun and moon show moon #sams moon #fnaf moon #sams eclipse #sun and moon show eclipse #sun and moon show bloodmoon #sams bloodmoon #sams spoilers #tw mental health #tw hallucinations #tw sui

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wesker20 · 5 years

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Fallen Hero 1.5 Episode 13 Revenge: One Month Later

Episode 12: The Rise of Sidestep Part 2: My Name...

One Month Later…

You got to give credit to Zeta. He’s patient. One month and nothing. Not a zip. Just silence. So much silence that you have returned to your deeds as Mastermind as if everything was normal. Your crew seems more comfortable with you. Or less uncomfortable with you. They seem to have accepted what you did at Bloodmoon or at the very least don’t think about it that much. Surely Jane’s presence has helped with that too. She is the more approachable part of you after all.

Argent has been on your ass lately too. She seems a bit more pissed off compared to your earlier encounters. More determined. But not as much as you expected taking into consideration what happened at Bloodmoon.

Red Doll is another one. She has taken to chasing you like a dog chasing a bone. Only that instead of playing with the bone the dog wants to tear it apart, burn it to ashes, and then throw the ashes on a volcano. And that’s on top of all the other vigilantes who now chase you, not just because they want to get a reputation now, but because they now have a reason to hate your guts. If it was reputation as a bona fide villain that you wanted, you have it.

The underworld, on the other hand, has changed their tune and now you are practically the boogeyman. All of the gangs that took your name suddenly disappeared and new gangs emerged to take their place; gangs composed of former members of the previous gangs.

All in all, you are not sure whether to hug Zeta for his unintentional help with the underworld, or strangle him for making your current life a living hell with all of Los Diablos heroes on your ass.

Rangers HQ – Kitchen

“Everything alright?” Ortega asks, bringing you back into reality. Well, the present reality rather than the past reality.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just, thinking,” you tell her, which is not that much of a lie. These chats have become something of a welcome distraction lately. Whenever you are not planning for your next hit, or waiting for Zeta to make his move, you have come here to either talk or help out however you could. Kept you away from thinking too much about other things. Thinking about other memories…

“What about?”

“Well, a lot. You with all the stuff that’s been happening in the last couple of months.” She stares at you with a soft look, almost as if processing everything that has indeed happened.

She chuckles. “Don’t break your head over it. Trust me.”

“Speaking from experience?” you say with a smirk. She probably is.

“Yeah…” she sighs.

You wonder if you should ask her about it. She was not there but she still saw the end result. And Argent was there too. You know you would not want anyone to witness that, let alone one of your friends. “Want to talk about it?” you finally say dropping your casual tone.

“There’s not much to talk about. I wasn’t there. Angie was, and… well… she’s not exactly sharing it.” In her shoes you wouldn’t. You can barely think about it without shivering. Or at least you used to. Now you feel… nothing. Almost as if those emotions have been hidden away or gotten erased. You wonder if it has to do with the fact you were the one responsible for Bloodmoon.

“Never took Argent for a sharer.”

“She really isn’t,” she begins and pauses, looking at you with a quizzical look on her face. “A lot like you actually.”

You chuckle a bit. “Really? How?”

“You are both always so reserved and closed. Like try to live a little but no, you prefer that tiny little world of yours. Powers away, you two are lot alike.” She takes a sip of her drink.

“If I didn’t knew you any better, I’d say you were trying to set us up,” you joke, taking a sip of your drink, hiding your chuckle.

She spits drink, laughing. “Oh god, no,” she begins taking a napkin to clean herself up. “That would be so hard, just to get you two to…” she stops herself, tapping her chin as if deep in thought. “Although…”

“No!” you cut her off a little too quickly.

She simply smiles. “oh come on.”

“No. I’m an asshole and I can barely deal with myself. Let alone two assholes. Besides last I checked I wasn’t even worth a glance.”

“Angie is not…” she taps her chin. “Ok yeah, she can be. But trust me, once you get on her good side, she’s actually very sweet. Again, kind of like-”

“Don’t say it,” you cut her off, eating the last piece of your chocolate bar and throwing the paper at the trashcan. “I’m not interested.”

“Sure you are. Who are you lying to,” a third voice chimes in. The last voice you wanted to hear today. Jane’s voice. Or rather, the Jane from your head. “Be honest. You want to get on with that silver lady, rip her clothes off and see that sexy body. You want to feel that skin on yours like a-” ‘stop it’ you tell her mentally. At least one thing you have learned in the last month about her.

“Besides, since when do you play matchmaker?”

“Since I’ve had to deal with you two idiots,” she chuckles. You put your hand on your chest, faking offense.

“Julia Ortega, you wound me.” She laughs and takes another sip.

“I’m honest. You need some social life, she needs a social life. You were practically made for each other.”

“I fail to see how that would even work. Besides she’s not my type.” At that Ortega completely spills over her drink.

“You want me remind you of Luna?” Oh god no. Not that. Luna is an assassin you fought back in your Sidestep days. She was hired to kill some business men, and you, like the naïve idiot that you were, jumped in to protect them. Sufficient to say you two did have something of a chemistry. Nothing came of it, of course, but Ortega always teased you about it, even threatened to take a picture and post it on the fridge once. As for her mission, Luna was not known to fail, and fail she did not. One of your several loses you could say. You shake your head in shame as Ortega laughs again.

Silence overtakes for several minutes before a wonder comes to mind. “By the way, where’s Herald?”

“Where else, in a press conference with the Mayor regarding the last couple of months.”

“Poor kid. I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.”

“Still remember the days when I was the one there?.” You simply nod. Ortega was always called to represent the Rangers and you were always dragged into it; unless you wanted to stay alone with Steel. You made sure to keep yourself hidden so that they wouldn’t find you, but that did not protect you from the reporters, politicians, and others. You feel pity for Herald, even if he looks good on camera and can probably take it, playing second fiddle to the Mayor is never pretty.

“Remember how we always had to sneak away ‘cause your fans would surround us?” you tell her.

She laughs. “Yeah. My favorite one was when we had to use the bike to get away.” You groan at the memory. Ortega was the driver and you were the unfortunate passenger. You never let Ortega drive you in a bike ever again after that.

“You mean the time you nearly killed us?” you chuckle.

“Oh come on, it wasn’t that bad.” You simply stare at her, wishing that you could get in her head to pass on the memory of the day. But it seems the look on your face says it all. “Alright, maybe it was that bad. But admit it, you had fun.”

“Definitely more fun than your disappointed fans.”

“Yeah. Surprised I still have some.”

“You do?”

She nods. “Yeah. Hell, couple of days ago this journalist came and told me he was a fan.”

“huh, Journalist?”

“Yeah, an independent one. He has some magazine apparently.” You sigh while smiling.

“Guess you still have it even in your old age,” you tease. You immediately raise your hands in surrender as she stares at you. “Don’t shoot me,” you say and the two of you just laugh it off. “What’s the name of the magazine anyway? Maybe I’ll check it out.”

“It was…” she taps her chin trying to remember. “…ta. Something with ta. Ta, ta, ta. Zeta magazine.” You feel your heart stop beating, your body freezes over, and the smile you had been sporting up until now fades into a straight line. You manage to hide it all from Ortega and continue.

“What did he looked like?” Please don’t say smaller than me with brown hair. Please don’t say smaller me with brown hair.

“He was small. Smaller than you actually. And brown hair. Dressed with a white long sleeves shirt.” Your stomach twists and turns. Her voice fades away, everything fades away as you lock yourself in your mind. He was here, Zeta was here. And he spoke to Ortega. Why?

“-member the name, sorry.” Ortega’s voice brings you back to reality. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah. I just remembered something.”

“Anything important?” you shake your head.

“I’ll be going now. Tomorrow’s gonna be a busy day.” It really will be now.

“Sure. I’ll take you to the entrance.” You feel the instant need to tell her you know the way. But that would just raise some eyebrows and reveal how nervous you are, so you let her.

The walk to the entrance is painful, you count every second that passes, every breath you take, and the people in your way just irritate you beyond believe.

“Well good news is your plan worked,” you hear Jane’s voice right next to you, keeping up with you as a third invisible member to your walk. “Bad news is you should have expected it to be something like this.” You don’t even bother to answer her. You know. You should have predicted this. But you didn’t. You expected him to maybe attack someplace else, maybe give you a call threatening you. You never expected him to actually go after the Rangers. It’s suicide if he wishes to remain unnoticed.

You arrive at the entrance and give your goodbyes to Julia. You wait for her to get as far away as possible before you begin your desperate sprint out. You don’t bother to excuse yourself as you bump into everyone outside, they do not matter at the moment. You have to get back to your hideout and plan out your next move. You’ve had one month to think it up, but you could barely come up with something without knowing what Zeta would try next. Now that you have an idea, you can get something.

He came to Ranger and talked to Julia, specifically her. No doubt because he knows what you two had. So what was his purpose? Information gathering? Makes sense with his cover as an independent journalist. But then why did he name his magazine after himself? That’s just stupid, straight up sloppy. You don’t use something that obvious unless… unless you are not trying to hide. Unless you expect the person to relay the name to an intended target.

Your phone rings. Damn it, who could be now. You grab the phone and look at the number. Unknown…

You push ‘send’ and slowly raise it to your ear. “What!?” you say, your voice bitter.

“I like your friend Ortega. She reminds me a lot of Alpha. I see why you fell for her.” your heart stops again as you try to hold back whatever this is that’s rising through your body. “I can see why you replaced Alpha with her.”

“I did not replace anyone.”

“Yes you did. The rangers, that crew of worthless criminals? They are all replacements for us. Your team. The team you destroyed.”

“I-” you begin but the words stay on your throat.

“If you haven’t been wishing for all of those things you wouldn’t have had to replace us at all because nothing would have happened. We would have all stayed together and alive.”

“I told you to come with me. You refused.”

“Because I told you that there was nothing for us out here. And even if there was, there was no escaping the farm. I mean look at you. You escaped and got captured anyway.” You gulp. The memories of those days coming back to you, but you bury them down. “and now you are a villain, hurting people like that Red Doll girl. You remember her boyfriend, right? How you crushed his skull with your bare hands?”

“What do you want Zeta? If you want me dead I’m right here.” You hear him laughing at the other end.

“You don’t deserve death. Death is a rest. It’s a better alternative than what happened to Alpha. You don’t deserve that rest. No. I want your whole world to collapse on you and for you to sit on that empty world with nothing at the end. Starting now.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want to play a game, Jeremy.” He says your name with mockery, as if it a filthy thing to say. Your name. Her name. Her gift. “I call it, how fast can you save your friends without them noticing. I mean you could tell them. But then you would have to explain to them who I am and why I’m after you. And how I was sneaky enough to set up a bomb inside their headquarters.” You feel yourself choking.

“What!”

“I put a bomb. Don’t disarm it, and it goes boom, adios half of Rangers HQ and about 10 miles worth of streets and people. Disarm it, and you still have to get it out without anybody noticing. Again, unless you are willing to explain it all to them, it makes no difference to me. And because I’m feeling generous today I’ll give you a general area to search. The bomb is in the visitors’ area. Yeah, I know. Not the most structurally important site, and trust me if it was up to me I would have set it deeper but, you know, security in there is more than even I can handle. And besides what fun is a game if I put it in an impossible area for you to reach. Good luck. You have about thirty minutes before everything goes kabloom.” Before you can answer the line goes dead.

Thirty minutes. Julia is probably still in the visitors area, and even if she wasn’t, she is still probably close to it. Ten miles radius. You have a slight idea what bomb he is talking about. Another bomb they taught you to build at the farm, meaning that you could disarm it.

“Wo, wo, wo. Hold on a second there,” the Jane presence shows herself again. “You are not going to play his game are you?”

“Does it look like I have a choice?”

“Yeah, you do. Turn around and walk away. It’s not your problem their security sucks.”

You stare at her in disbelieve. And then turn back to the building and prepare to walk in, ignoring Jane’s outburst about how you are going to get yourself, and in turn her, killed. And she just might be right.

Shit.

You barge through the front door, once again not excusing yourself from bumping into everyone. Whatever you do, you can’t let Julia, Argent, or Steel see you. Thankfully, or not depending on your point of view, the building is crowded today. Probably has something to do with that press conference. You head straight for the visitors area, not a second to waste.

Now at the visitors’ area what’s left is to figure out where the bomb is. You can’t blindly search for it; it would be a waste of time to do so, especially with the building so crowded. Think, think, think. Where would Zeta put it, where would you put it?

You replay the conversation in your head, trying to find a clue. A hint. A slip, anything. You check your clock, eight minutes have passed since the call. You may only have twenty two minutes, maybe less if you account for the lost time in the conversation. It has to be something small so that Zeta could have snuck it in. But even small there is the risk of someone finding it, so he would need to put it in a place where no one but you would find it.

Shit. You have nothing. Every area you have visited has spots where it could be found. Maybe up. No, you look up but the ceiling is one piece. No way to tear one part off and plant a bomb. The builders here took precautions. Then Jane screams to you.

“Idiot, can’t you feel that!?” indeed you do. A certain mind that you would recognize anywhere: Argent.

You immediately hide behind a crowd. You hope her vision does not notice you, or if it does, it confuses you with the others. You are not certain it will work but you have to try. If she finds you, even if she ignores you, she would probably tell Julia and she thinks you are already out. You see Argent pass through the crowd, ignoring several of them, and thankfully steps into an elevator. You breathe a sigh of relief. But not for long, bomb, still counting. You check your clock: you have lost four more minutes. eighteen minutes or less. Shit.

You force yourself through the crowd, heart pumping, sweat sliding down your forehead. Where, where, where, where, where, where, where, where, where, where, where, WHERE, WHERE, WHERE, WHERE, WHERE, WHERE, WHERE, WHERE, WHERE… you can’t think, you can’t, not with all these thoughts overwhelming you, all of these people. You had forgotten how much you hated crowds for this exact reason. Their worthless worries creeping into your head like worms, overtaking you, blind to the danger that they are in. They scream and yell, moan and whine about how unfair everything is when they have a FUCKING BOMB THAT WILL KILL THEM ALL. SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!

“You shut up you idiot,” Jane’s voice echoes in your head. You feel her hand on your shoulder and turn to see her. “If you use your powers here you will be found. Keep it quiet. Breath.” You obey her. “Breath. Now calm down and think. I’ll block them out.” You don’t bother questioning her. So far she has only been able to manifest, but not use your powers. How will she block them? You don’t understand but it works, their thoughts vanish from your mind. Even your more negatives thoughts disappear, as if hidden away, only reason, pure cold logic and reason. You realize the answer was in front of you all along.

The kitchen, the place you have visited the most, where you always end up in, where you have spent all your talks with Julia, and even Herald. However it has many spots where it could be found, Zeta had to hide it in one place no one would check. Under the sink? No, if something broke, they would call someone to fix it and they would check it. Under the table even less, anyone can check that. Inside the fridge? Argent would have found it by now, and something tells you Zeta would have noticed too. Behind the fridge? Like the sink if the fridge broke, they would move it and find it. But it does have more possibility.

You arrive at the kitchen with eight minutes to spare. Thankfully no one was here. Before checking behind the fridge you check on your eliminated possibilities just to be certain. As you expected neither under the table nor the kitchen sink. You check behind and you hear it, a slow beeping. Low enough to be covered by the fridge’s motor but clear enough if you are looking for it.

You check outside, making sure no one is coming. You check for cameras. There are cameras but you notice they are off. All but one. Shit. Zeta is watching you. You make sure to flip him off just to release some of the fury you are feeling right now. You begin moving the damn thing as much as possible. Damn, it’s heavy. Even as empty of snacks as it is right now, it’s probably the heaviest thing you have had to move out of your suit in a while. Oh how you miss your suit right now. You could have moved out this thing like a toy. But alas, you can’t. So you hold onto it, bite the scream of your muscles away and pull the fridge away from the wall. Not by much, but enough that you can squeeze through and with an outstretched arm you grab it.

You can’t describe what you are feeling right now, your heart begins beating again, air flows through your lungs again. Finally you can disarm this thing and get it over wi-

“Oh shit,” both you and the Jane presence say at the same time as you stare at the bomb. Same type of bomb you were taught to make. You could disarm it with your eyes folded. Or in your sleep. That’s not the problem. The problem with this one versus the one he set in your hide out is simple: the substance. The nitro. The formula is highly explosive. After a certain amount of sudden movements it can explode: with or without detonator. So not only do you have to disarm this thing, you have to carry out the bottle with the substance, making sure not to make too many sudden movements, in a place filled to the brim with people, and then find a way to get rid of it. You take a deep breath. You need it.

As you expected your work is done almost as fast as you begin, little more than thirty seconds to disarm the detonator. Now all you have to do get this highly explosive agent out of the building. Easy…

You put the detonator on one of your pockets. You grab the agent and put your hand inside one of your pockets. You take another breath. At least you no longer have a ticking clock.

You step slowly out of the kitchen, making sure there is no Ranger in the distance. You turn on your ‘don’t look at me’ aura and another ‘get out of my way aura’ to ensure your survival and theirs. Not that is easy. The place is still filled to the brim and people are not fast enough to get out of your way. So you are forced to take each and every step with careful consideration, keeping an eye out for any stray thoughts that may come from any of the rangers. Well except Julia. You can’t feel her…

Shit! You forgot about that!

You breathe again, calming down. You’ll come up with something to say if you find her, you are capable of that much at least.

You continue your way, going through the crowd and into the elevator, which fills just as much. You glue yourself to the corner, making sure no one can bump into you. You step out of the Elevator without missing a beat. That’s it, you are close to the lobby. Just several meters more and then…

You bump into someone. Your heart stops, your breath gets stuck in your throat, and your body freezes… “Watch where you are going!” the man yells at you before moving on. You don’t quite process his words. Your mind still realizing you are alive and unharmed. For now.

“OK, we are fine and dandy. Now move it!” Jane says. You don’t have to be told twice. You head for the entrance and finally walk out and down the steps. Yes! You did it! You are out. Now to get rid of it. You can go to one of the docks and throw it away. Or maybe keep it and use it in the future. It’s not every day you get this kind of explosive. Either way, you are out and now all that’s left is to…

You feel the shockwave before hearing the boom. A thundering boom that breaks through your ears. An explosion, far from here. The shockwave takes you down into the pavement. The nitro falls out of your hands. You watch as it bounces once. You don’t wait to see it bounce away you stand up and run back to Rangers HQ, far away, before…

You don’t hear this explosion. Instead you feel it. You turn just in time for the shockwave to hit you in the stomach, sending you through the entrance and into the lobby. You cover your face by instinct, as glass digs into your back and arms. You roll on the ground and hit something. You don’t know what but it stops you from rolling. Somehow you don’t lose consciousness. Not that it matters.

Your body screams in agony, your vision blurs, and the last thing you want is to get up. But you do. Using your training you push through the pain, ignoring it, switching it off for now. You don’t need it. Right now what you need is to get your head back in the game. Your vision clears and you see the mess. Debris and glass everywhere. People bloodied, some of them on the ground, whether dead or unconscious, you can’t tell.

“Medics, get here and help these people,” you hear the familiar voice of Steel. You turn to see him helping some people while ordering security. Well no need to hide this time at least. You stumble down but you feel a hand grab you before you fall, a silver hand. Argent.

You turn to see her staring down on you and helping you to sit. “Hey there. How’s your day?” you joke because that’s the only thing that will keep you sane right now.

“I don’t know. You tell me. You look worse than Ortega on a bad day.”

“Ah, finally decided to talk to me? Nice. All it took was an explosion.”

“Keep talking and I’ll drop you on your head.”

“Duly noted.”

“Stay here. I’m sure Julia is on the way.” She doesn’t stop to see your nod, heading towards Steel who relays some orders to her.

“Jeremy!” And there’s Julia. “What are you doing here?”

“Had to go to the bathroom so I came back and… well you take a look.” It was as good an excuse as you could muster at the moment.

“What happened?” she asks, taking a more professional tone, but still clearly worried.

“I heard one explosion. Far off. I don’t know where. Next thing I know I was flying through the door.”

“There were two?” she asks. You nod. She turns and calls for Steel. He looks at you with that same unreadable face that he always has.

“What is it?” he asks.

“There were two explosions. One was far off.” She tells him. Steel remains thoughtful for a second before turning to you.

“Do you remember the direction of the explosion?” you shake your head. You barely even had time to process there was one. “Try to think. From which side did you heard it?” you do as he says because, as hurt as you are, you are just as curious to know where that other explosion came from. And you get the sense Steel is on to something. You think back to your position, you were looking towards the street, back to the entrance. You heard the boom from your left ear. But you just told Julia you were heading in, so you can’t tell Steel you were heading out.

“I was heading into the building again,” you begin, he listens without an expression. “Right side. I heard the first explosion on my right.” Both Steel’s and Julia’s eyes widen and they look at each other. “What?” you ask, although you might have figured out the answer. Julia turns to you.

“That direction?” she points sheepishly. You nod. “That’s the direction of the-.”

“The press conference,” you cut her off.

Shit…

Episode 14 Revenge: The Voice

#fallen hero rebirth #fallen hero: retribution #fanfic #fanfiction #Ortega #Julia Ortega #Lady Argent #Steel #Rangers HQ #OC #The final story arc

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