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ferocioustrout · 6 months

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Deimos lore 17?:

I NEED TO BE THE ONLY HUMAN BEING IN THIS FANDOM TO MAKE A ISLAND OF THE SLAUGHTER AU WITH THE 2023 CAST

Motives:

Surely most of them will be more gruesome than the original IOTS

And because surely they all will find a way to mafaking kill chase and ripper (I mean, in MY slaughter au Chase will also mafaking die but NOT RIPPER)

So yeah, um

Vote Deimos Breakfrost para presidente do Brasil 2023 aí o voto ô 8008135

Also... Here's the start of the IOTS fan fic that I am doing

chapter 1: Deadmans Party

???: "Hey, did you know that there's a new Reality show that will premiere?"

?!?: "Really? What's the name of the reality show??"

???: "well... Ah... Total Drama Island. As I can remember, It's been like... 15 or 16 year's since there's no new season."

?!?: "For real, For real??"

???: "yeaaaah."

???: "And there's like, 14 places available, just 2 places are unavailable and their owners are... Uh, Julia and Caleb."

?!?: "Julia? Aren't she that one 'vegan, love n' peace' girl from Instagram?"

???: "uh huh"

?!?: "pfff, i NEED to see that girl from closer. Ain't no way that she acts in the same way that she acts in Instagram in real life. Okay that's it, I'll be on Total Drama Island, do you promise to be in there to?"

???: "yeah, man. I promise."

?!?: "GOOD. see you in summer"

That was the WORSE mistake of my life, worse than meeting THAT FUCKED UP GIRL.

...

What happened in the Summer 2023?

- Something Horrible, it was pratically from a slasher horror film, or worse.

But I should explain what happened, right? So I'll explain.

WHAT HAPPENED IN THE ISLAND OF THE 'SLAUGHTER'

"Island of the Slaughter accident"

-It really supposed to be a Great the Day, it was the Premiere of The Total Drama Island, after 15-16 years. Everyone that should be in the show was there;

Caleb, Axel, Nichelle, Lauren, Damien, MK, Wayne, Raj, Ripper, Zee, Chase, Emma, me (Millie), Bowie and Priya.

And the challenge, well, my team won. But after the challenge I noticed that Caleb was... Unquiet?

Chase: "So, Ripper Right?"

Ripper: "Yeah, what do you want, Mr Beast Wannabe"

Chase: "Ah, Nothing, It's nothing. I just wanted to know if you wanted to chat a little bit about the things that happened today... Specially when your sh-"

Ripper: "Ah Shut up! Is not my fault that I am... Uh, that I am-

Chase: "thick?"

Ripper: "WHAT?!"

Chase: "Pff, calm down man! It's just a joke i am just saying that cuz... Is that Caleb?"

Ripper: "AH DON'T YOU EVEN DARE TO CHANGE THE SUBJE... Why does he look... 'scared'?"

Chase: "actually, Millie said that he was like that during the entire challenge so--- I'll just talk with him"

Ripper: "What?! He's from the other team! You can't just talk with him becau-"

Chase: "ENOUGH, RIPPER. Yo, Caleb! What's wrong man? Why are you like that?"

Caleb: "huh? What do you and 'Ripped Pants' Want from me?"

Ripper: "HEY! WHO DO YOU THINK I A-"

Chase: "calm down. We're just asking a question, what's wrong with tha-"

Caleb: "I'VE HAD A PREMONITION"

...

Ripper: "A... Premonition?"

Chase: "that's... Uh. W-what was you premonition...?"

Caleb: "as far I can remember, IT WILL HAPPEN SOMETHING HORRIBLE Tonight, something horrible like someone disappearing"

Ripper: "uh... Just that? I trough it would be worse"

Caleb: "what's wrong? You don't think that a teenager like you, me and you friend disappearing in a reality show is horrible?"

Ripper: "No, I-"

Caleb: "WHAT TYPE OF PERSON YOU ARE?!"

Ripper: "I DIDN'T MEAN LIKE THAT YOU FUCKER, WHY DON'T YOU LET ME EXPLAI-"

Chase: "okay that's ENOUGH" *grabs Ripper by the arm*

Ripper: "Huh?!"

Chase: "okay it was just that, really. Sorry about the way that My LITTLE BUDDY here acted Infront of you, that's it. Bye Caleb!"

Caleb: "huh... Goodbye then, SEE YOU TWO TONIGHT"

Ripper: "urg..."

Chase: "why did you acted like that?"

Ripper: "I panicked for one second because of the 'premonition' of Caleb, and because that Asshole didn't waited to me explain why was I... You get it right? Huh?"

*Chase holds Ripper's Hand*

Chase: "ah... Don't worry Buddy, it happens sometimes. But what do you think it will Happens tonight?"

Ripper: "ah... AH, ME? well I think it will happen a...

Millie: *writing* "so that's how Ripper acts when he's 'panicking'? Interesting, I guess. But what about the 'premonition'...? I hope Nothing bad happens..."

...

"I've had a Premonition?" Ah, such a 'intelectual' sentence to come from a guy like Caleb. HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT WILL HIT HIM

-and after the "premonition" thingy, I just waited till Night. During the entire day I honestly did nothing THAT interesting, I just chated a little with Ripper and then I started Walking around with Priya... Ah Priya... But let me get back to the incident subject.

Night finally came, and that was the worst night that someone could ever see.

Zee: *sip*

Axel: "Ripper was right, where the heck does you take this sodas from?"

Zee: "urg... I don't know... *Sip* also, aren't the elimination cerimony happening right now...?"

Axel: "of course, you idiot"

Zee: "haha... That's coo-

Ripper: "HEY, FUCKS!"

Axel: "Ah Damn, here he comes"

Ripper: "Chris said that they can't do the 'loser' cerimony without Caleb, he's missing and is somewhere"

Zee: "But where?"

Ripper: "That's the question, we don't know where the fuck he is... Was because of that premonition shit that he said? Or is he just playing around?"

Axel: "did you at least searched in the frogs of death cabin?"

Ripper: "WHAH? HELL NO! I will not get into the the other teams cabin! And because Bowie said that he will get into ther-

I still didn't ended the first chapter aha-

(spoiler: Ripper and Axel obviously won't die)

wait wait this goes hard actually….

#deimos lore #death threats

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snifflesthemouse · 3 years

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Harry’s the Problem. His wife is the symptom. He is the real Diana 2.0 Wannabe...

Since the Oprah interview aired, my whole perspective regarding the spare and his spouse has shifted. It would seem that I’m not alone in my thought process as more and more media outlets start reporting similar stances. Just recently, there was an article suggesting Harry didn’t change; but rather, he is only finally revealing his true self. The more I think about it all, the more I’ve come to the realization #6 is the real culprit behind everything.

I’m not saying that his wife doesn’t have her own agenda or shares responsibility for her part in all this. Her hands are far from clean. What I am saying is it’s finally time for all of us to consider the cold, hard truth. Harry is his mother’s child. Harry is the bad egg, and his wife is only a side effect of the real problem here.

Had it not been for the Oprah interview, I would have never put it all together. The problem with oversharing is too much information gets put out in the public. Most assume PR firms would worry about oversaturation in the press, but the real problem comes from personal interviews they cannot control in real-time. Puff pieces can be edited before publishing so facts and statements align; live interviews cannot. Over time, one of two patterns form from this oversaturation. Consistencies, repetitions, and similarities can be found in oversaturated truth-telling. Inconsistencies, changes, and huge differences result from those like Harry who prefer their trousers scorching hot from bursting into flames from deception. When you consistently lie, the only constant is the inconsistencies.

Now, those of us who have been following these two already know by now inconsistencies and changing stories should be expected. But the Oprah interview really highlighted some interesting things I had previously missed. The interview with Dax Shephard only solidifies my theories. Up until lately, those two have been together through most everything. Very seldom have we seen Harry alone in an interview or speech. There’s never a time where the missus isn’t popping up. James Corden proved that. Then we have the Oprah interview where she was supposed to be the star of the show. But, that was the moment it all changed. That interview was the moment she became the understudy.

Think about it. Who is the one being used in the media lately? Most people would suggest that the impending delivery of child number dos is why the missus is absent. One would then argue the Apple + special with Oprah started production well before the second child was a topic for discussion. The missus is being used less and less on camera or in the media. Everything is all about Harry. Forget about when Harry met Sally; Harry Met Hollywood!

Harry is the one doing the interviews, dropping projects, and talking with big Hollywood names. Even their announced Netflix projects are focused on one of Harry’s pre-married concepts. All the wife has going for her is a book that’s only number one in the “Books written by ex-Royals who couldn’t hack it” category. Seriously though, as of this posting the Bench is #2130 on the Amazon Books list, #12 in Children’s Black and African American Story Books, #73 in Children’s Emotions Books, and #167 in Children’s Family Life Books. Being pregnant isn’t a disqualifier for being interviewed. But, apparently being just the wife is.

So, if it was his wife’s plan from the beginning to marry Harry, get him to abandon his family, move to California, and become a big star with a Prince for a husband, her plans have been ruined. And if you think about what she said in the interview with Oprah, you can actually see the moments she told us all exactly that. She clearly tells Oprah Harry was her direct link and source to the Royal Family and everything she needed to know. She didn’t misspeak or misunderstand a thing; she was telling us that Harry’s next to be markled. In every weird answer or revelation where she gave her versions for why their child(ren) were without title, saying they wed three days before the chapel, or having to cry out to HR since Harry failed to help her while she was so depressed she wanted to kill herself and her unborn child... all of it. It was all just the beginning. It may seem like she is attacking her husband’s family, but Harry’s the real target now.

In just a couple sentences, she managed to reveal who Harry really was. Harry, of all people, should (and does) know how to navigate the press. Clearly, he failed to not only help her acclimate to Royal life, but it could also even be argued he set her up for failure for the get go. Let me give you an example. When my husband introduced me to his family for the first time, he told me little tidbits of information he found important for me to know. He essentially prepped me for the meeting so things went well. He wanted his family to like me because he loved me. I wanted them to like me because I loved him, too. So, I took to heart everything he told me. Yet, Harry’s wife shared with the world how little Harry cared about that. She credits Fergie with teaching her to curtsey, google for teaching her the National Anthem, and even said Her Majesty made her feel especially welcomed. So how did Harry not do more? If they started seeing one another in the early Summer of 2016, how is it Harry failed to teach or explain anything to her prior to meeting his grandmother, the Queen, when he had months and months of time to do so? How is it he failed his wife so miserably, she didn’t even understand basic UK custom, laws, or protocols? Why might you ask?

Simply put, Harry is so much like his mother, all he knows is how to play the victim narrative while using the link to the Royal family as a nonstop ATM machine. Many people aren’t honest with themselves when it comes to Diana. She wasn’t the Mother Theresa everyone makes her out to be. Mother Theresa wasn’t a Mother Theresa either, though. Did Diana do some great things? Absolutely. Did she do them only because they were nice or great? Absolutely… not. Diana’s PR team would even have her switch up her charity causes whenever they felt it was getting to martyrdom level. They’d refer to her PR stunts as flavors. Does that sound like an innocent woman?

Not to me. This whole time we all have seen his wife as the root of all issues, but she’s the side effect. It’s becoming more clear by the day that Harry searched out her. He wanted someone with the basic Hollywood connections that he could capitalize. Someone that seemed so controlling and ambitious it would be easy to believe they were controlling him, too. Of course he knew she would invite all the celebs she did. He probably inspired that guest list. Instead of guiding her in the press and in British society, he leads her to slaughter. He hides behind her repeated gaffes and wokeness to keep on his own mission.

You see, Harry is obsessed with his brother eventually becoming king, being the “Second Son of Diana” and being the misfit. He is obsessed with his brother and father. They are all he talks about. When you obsess on something like that, it is more revealing than anything you say. Harry’s true motives aren’t protecting his wife and children. His real motive is making a name for himself like his mother did. If he can manage to get some revenge by making the Firm feel some backlash, hey that’s a bonus.

While his wife may think in her mind she will be the next Diana 2.0, the truth is we all missed who really will be. Harry is the one wanting to be Diana 2.0. If that’s the case, then that means the much older spouse for whom there are two children with, aka the wife, would be his Charles. Remember, Diana lost her HRH and titles. And we have Harry being very aggressive and pushy, to the point it seems he is trying to get ahead of a Palace announcement of them losing their titles. But it makes sense now.

They aren’t trying to lose anything, but instead Harry keeps opening his mouth to create pressure in the media. He knows his wife does not want to give those titles back. But if he himself keeps saying outrageous things, then it would put everyone in ultimatum mode. Either Harry will push hard enough that Parliament and the Queen will have enough, or the press will get so critical of the two, Harry will push his wife to agree to returning the titles.

Harry is following the Diana business model. While in the Royal Family, they both were seen as rock stars who had more star power the the Sovereign, which was an issue. Then, they couldn’t take all the abuse, coldness, and inhumanity, so they bolted for freedom. Instead of putting the past behind them, they use the past to monetize grief and trauma in such a way, they become their own brand. Right now, the trauma being monetized comes from the past, but the problem will soon come when that trauma is tapped out. He will need a source of new pain or victimhood. Enters the wife stage left.

The wife is a tool. She of course has her own plans and thinks she is the one in control or the genius. She thinks she is the one everyone wants to work with. But it’s becoming clear to her that isn’t the case and she’s been played by her elite buddies. They all want him, not her. They all duped her for him. If I can see it, and I can see her already finger pointing that Harry is the failure here, then she can see it. And that means paradise will soon be lost in those Montecito hills. His wife won’t go down without a serious fight here. I wouldn’t even be surprised if she eventually causes him to lose his special visa.

Overall, Harry hides behind his wife like a beard or shield protecting him from the press’s glaring lens. He lets her do and say whatever she thinks is great so he can keep plotting his own plans. He allows her to take the fall, look stupid, pull stunts people can see through, etc. for a reason. He isn’t completely sure he can make it in his new California life. He knows he can’t if he keeps her for too long, but he also knows he needs an exit strategy in case it blows up. So, he pins the press to attack her as the true culprit. If they split and he has to, he can return home and play the victim of her. If they split and he is doing okay in Hollywood, she can be the reason he plays victim to big named people like Oprah and Gayle.

I can see it now. An Oprah Special with Harry tonight on Apple +. Something cheesy or corny that is almost plagiarism. Like Narcissus and the Prince or something. Watch. Mark my words. Oprah talking to Harry about surviving the marriage while trying to rescue two small kids, being in the spotlight as a Royal while being gaslit by a narcissistic wife… yes I can see the green screen set up now.

I know this is difficult to digest, but I do ask you to try. While his wife is not innocent, she clearly is guilty for her own part indeed, his wife isn’t the true problem. The true problem here is a man who has a serious issue with living in the shadow of his future-King father and future-King brother, and his future-King nephew, that he has chosen to use the same exact attack model his own mother used to merch and marginally disrupt the institution that made her a star. Harry and his mother both wanted the entire spotlight, but both knew they could never have it the way they wanted it. So, they wrote their own victimhood narrative.

And here we are now. Mark my words. Harry will keep pushing until those remaining titles are removed by them forcing the hands of Parliament and the Queen. Or, they’ll push and push in the press so much the outrage and hypocrisy will leave them no other option but to renounce and re-gift those titles and rights to the line of succession. That is what he wants, even if his missus doesn’t. Also make no mistake about it. Harry is the real Diana 2.0 wannabe, not his wife. Keep an eye out. I have this gnawing feeling that soon enough, there will be plenty leaks from the wife about the husband. She won’t go quietly into the Beverly Hills… but neither will he.

#megxit #6 #harryswife #yankeewally #murky meg #diana2.0

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waynedunlaptheorgandonor · 3 years

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watched s11ep1

i will provide you with a quick review before i disappear back into the ether of twd avoidance

lots of spoilers under the cut. also i wrote way too much and i worked all night and haven’t slept so i didn’t bother to reread literally any of it, so it might be completely nonsensical, tho if you don’t expect that from me by this point idk whose blog you’ve been reading

enjoy:

hokay, first off, i’ll start by saying that i enjoyed it more than i expected to. i’ve been avoiding any sort of discussion about stuff, but my google algorithm is so fucked at this point that i still get recommended articles and stuff every now and then, so i was already pretty aware of what i was walking into, and was expecting it to be eh, but actually i prob enjoyed it more than i enjoyed the finale

(don’t get too excited tho, the finale was rly boring lmfao)

anyway

episode starts off with a tense scouting mission

it takes .005 seconds into the episode for caryl to exchange a look of longing, establishing that they are still having weird conflict and are both too fucking stubborn to do anything about it even tho they hate it desperately

i imagine that will continue for a while

rosita, kelly, carol, maggie, what’s her face with the bad hair, and lydia (i think that’s everyone?) lower down to some army bunker or something, where a bunch of walkers are taking a snooze, and the girls are very respectful of walker naptime, and do their best not to wake them up

obviously they eventually wake up, but i’ll get to that in a sec

as they’re tiptoeing through the walker tulips, there’s this split second where carol spots a machine gun, and looks at maggie with a face like, “can i plzzzz, i am mad horny for that machine gun,” but maggie tells her no. (i 110% expected her to defy orders and accidentally wake up all the walkers, but she actually behaved herself for once. well. mostly)

never fear, tho, after the girl gang collects a bunch of MREs they go back to wait for the dudes waiting up top to pull them up, and bc men ruin everything, one of the ropes break, and daryl catches it before it falls, but then a slow motion drop of blood falls on a walker’s face, and just like that, walker naptime is over, and carol uses her bow and arrow for two seconds before she is like “fuck this” and whips out the machine gun

yes, she is super hot using it

yes, daryl watches her do it

anyway, all the other girls get rescued, and carol is about to be pulled up, but bc she is a #girlboss, she first makes a beeline for one more crate full of MREs. daryl covers her while she gets the loot, and when she gets back up top they have another charged moment as carol hands him back his knife

just fuck already, jfc

titles!

cut to alexandria where everything is still not smilestimes

BUT, we do get to see uncle daryl run and hug rj and judith (and dog), and FUCKING HERSHEL JR, LIGHT OF MY LIFE is also there

istg, they could not have casted a better child, i a d o r e him

oh, and some friends of maggie’s show up too, idk

cut to a staff meeting where everyone is like, whomp whomp, we’re all gonna starve to death unless we figure out something quick

cue maggie going, “oh, i know where food is, but it requires me to tell you my tragic backstory, in case anyone didn’t watch my bottle episode”

she tells her dramatic backstory about all her friends getting slaughtered by the reapers for no apparent reason, and then she’s like “anyway, let’s go back there!”

no one thinks it’s a great idea, but a group of people decide to go anyway, including daryl and gabriel. rosita is super pissed that gabriel is going, and carol doesn’t go, probably partly bc it’s a shitty fucking idea, and also bc they have to keep caryl apart bc otherwise they’ll fix their problems ahead of schedule and they won’t be able to drag out the needless angst

daryl looks kind of annoyed that carol doesn’t volunteer to go

bitch, i thought you wanted her to stop putting herself in the line of fire! make up your damn mind!

moving on

cut to a thunderstorm, where, if you look closely, you’ll notice daryl is wearing the STUPIDEST hat i’ve ever seen. just get an umbrella, jfc

for some reason negan is with them, bc ig he knows his way around washington dc, and no one in six years has bothered to figure out how to get around the city and/or get a map, and he is like “hey guys, maybe we shouldn’t try to walk in this fucking hurricane,” and everyone is like “FUCK YOU NEGAN, YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF US!!!”

this will be a common occurrence

but eventually daryl is even like “actually, it’s rly unpleasant out here, and my hat is mad stupid, can we go inside plz?”

so they go inside an old metro station, which is actually a rly cool cinematic choice. i rly like the idea, and they executed it rly well

speaking of executions

there are some fucking RULL CREEPY walkers. idk why they bothered me so badly, but they were what they at first assumed were corpses wrapped up in tarps, but turns out none of them had been properly put down, so they go through killing these rotted bodies that had supposedly been there since The Fall, and it’s very gross and cool

this entire time, btw, negan is like “hey, i know i’m a shitty person, but i have some rational arguments about why we shouldn’t be doing this right now,” and everyone is like, “FUCK YOU NEGAN, YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF US!!!” and he’s just like “god fucking damnit”

(i forgot to mention that at one point, when they’re headed into the metro station, negan is trying to warn ppl of the potential danger, and everyone is ignoring him, and he tries to talk to daryl, and daryl is like “fuck you, you think we’re BUDDIES?” and negan is like “oh, ok, so you’re gonna be like that too? fanfreakingtastic” and it’s very funny)

anyway. a fat monster zombie escapes its tarp at one point, and tries to eat some npc, and negan saves him, again is like “hey, anyone else realize that this is a FUCKING BAD PLAN?”, and everyone is like “we don’t care, you’re still shitty and we’re not listening to you, and you don’t actually care about random npc i would literally not be able to pick out in a lineup bc his face is so generic, you’re not the boss of us!!!”

it’s at this point that negan finally is like, “why am i even here? bc i know how to get around washington dc? do none of you have a map?” and i was like, “right?! that’s what i said!”

it’s then revealed that maggie only brought negan along to murder him under the guise of “oops, he got hurt in the line of duty, it wasn’t my fault,” and daryl has this look on his face that says, “i seriously need to stop hanging out with lethal women bent on revenge bc it’s gonna give me high blood pressure,” and maggie has a badass moment where she points a gun she has for some reason at negan and is like “i have like, one shred of human compassion left inside of me, and if you keep pushing me i will fucking kill you without a second thought, so shut the hell up”

(in her defense, negan had just dropped glenn’s name to purposely antagonize her, which was rude as hell)

(for the record, i’m completely on maggie’s side here, but negan still is right that trapping themselves in a metro station is a bad call)

anyway, moving away from that briefly

i think this jump cut happens sooner, i don’t actually remember, but whatever who cares, point is, we get to the part of the show that actually matters, and that’s anything involving my love, juanita “princess” sanchez

and also eugene, yumiko, and ezekiel

they are being asked increasingly invasive questions by commonwealth ppl, some of which i wish they actually would of answered (what do they use to wipe their asses with?? surely toilet paper has long since become extinct)

zeke, who is so much more tolerable as a character now that he’s not larping as a king, has this incredibly weird and sort of sexually charged moment with a dude in an orange stormtrooper costume, where he’s like, “i bet you were an asshole cop back before The Fall, you stupid fascist, #fuckthepolice, mb literally? idk, this moment has a lot of pent up aggression that could easily translate to hate sex, it might just be the intense eye contact, but w/e, let’s just move along,” and then he has a coughing fit to remind the audience that he’s currently dying of cancer, and orange stormtrooper is like “lolz, loser, drink some water you dumb piece of shit”

cut to the wholesome foursome sitting at a picnic table in a guarded courtyard eating gruel, and yumkio, who finally has a personality, and princess are like “hey, this place fucking sucks, can we leave?” and zeke is like, “yeah, i met this orange stormtrooper who i think might be dtf and/or murder, so we should probably bounce”

but eugene is like, “but i want some hot stephanie ass, and also some bullshit excuse about how mb commonewealth will save alexandria” which, they left before things went super downhill, right? idr. it was after hilltop fell, but they don’t know alexandria got fucked either, if i recall? w/e, not important

two seconds after he says this, they talk to some people who are like “we’ve been here for four months, or maybe it’s been nine, i don’t actually remember, i’ve stopped processing the passage of time,” and the wholesome foursome takes this as a bad sign, tho that’s just the life i’ve lived as a night worker during a pandemic, so i was like #mood

but then they watch some guy get dragged away screaming to get “reprocessed” and eugene is like “ok, nvm, let’s bounce”

(my theory on what “reprocessing” is, is that they’re stuck in a room and have to watch hours and hours of customer service training videos on vhs from the 90s)

i definitely got my jump cut scenes mixed up bc i think the negan accusing maggie of a murder plot thing happened in between this scene and then the next commonwealth scene, but w/e, i’ll just finish what happens in the commonwealth arch

the wholesome foursome are trying to hatch a plan to escape, except princess, my love, is distracted watching some stormtroopers flirt, and the other three are like “wtf, dude, how can you even tell any of them apart?” and princess then tells them every stormtroopers backstory bc she is brilliant and pays rly close attention to shit, and the other three are like, “this is useful information, thank you for being an insane person”

their plan involves yumiko and eugene dressing up as stormtroopers and leading princess and zeke out of the place, which works fine actually, except on their way out they come across the Depressing Wall of Probably Mostly Dead Missing Loved Ones

they’re about to leave, when princess is like, “wait, yumiko, you’re on here, that’s weird huh?”

sure enough, yumiko is on the wall, with a note from ig her sister

the scene ends with yumiko going, “guys...i can’t leave...i have tragic backstory to unveil”

tragic backstory to be continued ig

back in murder metro town, npc and some other npc have stolen all the supplies, there’s a train blocking the track, and a horde of walkers are coming towards them, so things are not going fantastic

they horde is too big to take down, so they start to climb on top of the train car to get away

but dog runs away!

and daryl, being every pet owner ever, is like “gotta go get my dog, guys, try not to get killed while i’m gone, c u soon!” and he ducks under the train and disappears

#priorities

the episode ends with maggie climbing up the train car but getting grabbed by a walker and dangling off the edge, and negan is there and they have a lion king moment where maggie is like, “scar! help me!” and negan is like “long live the king, bitch” and walks away into the shadows, leaving maggie to a potential death

which, while i know isn’t actually going to happen, would be a really fucking funny move on the writers’ part

like, “look, lauren’s back! and now she’s dead, bet you didn’t expect that!”

anyway

my assumption is negan will actually end up helping her up or something, continuing his ambiguous morality bullshit that actually isn’t ambiguous bc he BEAT GLENN TO DEATH WITH A FUCKING BAT WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE IN FRONT OF HIS PREGNANT WIFE

the maggie/negan arch is kind of dumb, but whatevs, i’ll tolerate it, as long as my boy glenn gets justice in the end

anyway, cue credits!

final assessment: good episode. i’m much more interested in commonwealth than the reapers, tho i am hoping that daryl’s personality-less ex turns out to be a monster killing machine with no conscience, that’ll be fun. princess is a gift from god. hershel jr needs his own tv show. needs more carol (and caryl)

the end! going back into my walking dead free chamber! see you next episode!

-diz

#i didn't mean to recap the entire fucking episode lol #sorry #it's to make up for my lack of content lately #or something #anyway #caryl #twd s11ep1 #twd s11 spoilers #dunlap tp

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years

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the fall of the red king

again, not a request. just an idea that intrigued me

what if, instead of charging into the crastle and dying, Skizz had stayed outside and Ren had been the Dogwarts red to die instead?

no i’m not in denial about Skizz’s death idk why you’d think that

…

“I’m going in!” Skizz roars, charging for the crastle door.

Ducking under a flaming arrow, Martyn pursues him and catches his wrist by the door. “No! They’ll slaughter you!”

Skizz tries to pull his wrist free. “Let go of me, Martyn! My bloodlust is HUNGRY!”

“We can’t afford to lose you, Skizz!” Martyn says pleadingly. “You’ve already taken two lives today; that’s enough for now!”

After a moment, Skizz growls and nods. “Fine. But I wanna shoot someone.”

He and Martyn rush back out to join the others and both start firing arrows up at the crastle.

Within seconds, a flaming arrow hits Ren in the shoulder, causing him to yell out and stagger back a few steps.

“The golden apple, Ren!” Etho yells at him. “Eat it, quick!”

After yanking out the arrow, Ren scoffs down the golden apple, which heals him a fair amount. But he’s still dangerously exposed.

“Look, Impulse is up there!” calls Martyn suddenly. “He’s with them!”

Skizz stares up at the crastle in horror. Sure enough, he can see Impulse through one of the slit windows, firing arrows down on them alongside Tango, Grian, and Bdubs.

“Impulse, what are you doing?!” Skizz bellows.

“I’ve chosen my side!” Impulse’s voice yells back over the noise of battle. “This is where my allegiance lies now! Sorry, Skizz!”

Skizz’s eyes flash red, red hot fury surging through his whole body. “I’m gonna kill you!”

“Don’t fight angry, Skizzle,” Ren snaps at him, momentarily distracting himself from the fight. “Don’t let-!”

He breaks off with a yell of pain as a second arrow strikes him in the chest.

“REN!” Skizz screams in horror, watching Ren fall.

Martyn immediately dashes towards his king but now he’s distracted too and an arrow hits him in the side, sending him down.

As Skizz freezes in horror, Etho springs into action and dashes towards Martyn, using his shield to protect him from further arrows. “Skizzle, go to Ren!”

Managing to shake himself out of his stupor, Skizz rushes to Ren’s side and hurriedly drags him behind one of the stone hiding spots Etho made on the battlefield. Ren’s skin was already grey but it seems even more so now, so pale that it’s almost snow white. His hands go to the arrow in Ren’s chest, ready to pull it out, but something stops him.

Ren’s eyes are closed, his chest still. But it’s not until his communicator buzzes violently that Skizz realises what’s happened. The shot went straight through Ren’s heart. On his lowered health, he never stood a chance.

Renthedog was shot by Grian

Skizz’s stomach drops. His king is dead. Forever. He’s never coming back.

And it’s all Skizz’s fault.

“We gotta get Martyn back to Dogwarts!” calls Etho suddenly. “Skizzle, leave Ren for now and help me with Martyn.”

“I-I can’t just leave Ren’s body behind!” cries Skizz.

“We can come back for it, Skizzle. If we try to take it now, we’re gonna lose more lives!”

Skizz knows that Etho is right. Reluctantly rising to his feet, he dashes over to Etho, who’s still angling his shield over Martyn. “Get Martyn back to Dogwarts,” he says urgently. “I’ll cover you.”

“Okay.” Skizz nods shakily but determinedly. “Stay safe.”

“You too.”

Skizz carefully lifts Martyn to his feet and slings Martyn’s arm over his shoulder, supporting him. Martyn’s face is pale and his breathing shallow. Skizz doesn’t know if he’s even registered Ren’s death.

“I got you, buddy,” he murmurs, starting the journey back to Dogwarts. “I got you.”

Thankfully, Etho’s cover gets them out of range of the crastle, so they’re able to speed up and get back to Dogwarts within minutes. Skizz and Etho take Martyn down to the underground area and lie him down on his bed.

“What do we do now?” Skizz asks nervously. “Do we need to take the arrow out?”

Etho nods. “Yes. Go get something to stop the bleeding or he’ll bleed out as soon as we take it out.”

Together, Skizz and Etho manage to remove the arrow from Martyn’s side and immediately begin treating the wound, preventing any major blood loss. Apart from a sudden and terrifying scream when the arrow was wrenched out of his body, Martyn doesn’t react to anything they do. He remains semi-conscious and feverish throughout their treatment of him, constantly stirring as if about to wake up.

This makes Skizz very nervous. “Is he gonna be okay?” he asks, as Etho is finishing winding the bandage around Martyn’s side. “I mean… he’s… he’s really out of it. Is this normally how people react when they get an arrow yanked out of them?”

“Honestly, I don’t really know. But his wound seems to be healing already and his skin is less pale, so those are good signs. I think he just needs to rest and he should be fine.”

“Good.” Skizz exhales in relief. “Good. Is it okay if I stay with him?”

“Absolutely,” Etho replies. “I was gonna suggest that, actually. I’ll keep watch outside.”

“Okay. Good luck.”

Etho nods back to him and, after briefly washing his hands, leaves the room.

Skizz pulls up a chair beside the bed and sits down in it. Martyn seems to be asleep now, to his relief. It was far more scary when he was semi-conscious and restlessly twitching. Now at least he’s getting some rest.

He wishes he could get some rest too. He’s exhausted, physically and mentally. But he can’t. All he can think about is Ren, and how he died right in front of him. How Ren’s body is still out there by the enemy base, all alone. The crastle people might have taken it and hung it up on the outside of the castle as a symbol of triumph or revenge.

Skizz knows he let Ren down badly. And that guilt will keep him up at night for a long time to come.

Finally, after what feels like days, Martyn stirs and lets out a soft groan.

Smiling with relief, Skizz watches his eyes slowly open and register him. “Hey,” he says gently. “How you feeling?”

Martyn gazes back at him with hollow eyes, and instead of answering Skizz’s question, after a pause, he asks one of his own. “Ren’s dead, isn’t he.”

Except it’s not really a question.

Skizz’s soft smile falls and he gives a sombre nod. “I’m sorry. I-I was too slow.”

Martyn leans back and squeezes his eyes shut for a few seconds, before letting out a quiet sigh. “It’s not your fault. We were always going to lose someone in that battle.”

“It should have been me, though. I should have-.”

“No.” Martyn sits up again, wincing quietly as he does, and shakes his head firmly. “Don’t do that to yourself, Skizz. Ren made his choice to fight alongside us right in the line of fire, despite knowing there was a chance he would die, because he valued our lives just as much as he valued his own. He wouldn’t want you to wish you’d died instead.”

Skizz hangs his head and says nothing.

After a moment, Martyn reaches out and pats his shoulder. “Has he been buried yet?”

“No, I… I had to leave his body behind to get you outta there alive,” Skizz replies quietly.

“Then as soon as I’ve recovered, we’ll go get it together,” Martyn says. “We’ll give him a proper funeral and say our goodbyes, just the three of us. Okay?”

Skizz nods slowly and grasps Martyn’s shoulder. “I can’t tell you how glad I am that you’re alive, buddy. When I saw that arrow hit you, I… I was so scared that I’d lost you too.”

“Hey, it’ll take more than just a little arrow to take me down.”

“You literally lost your first life to an arrow.”

“After it took THREE players to get me down to half a heart,” complains Martyn mildly. “I was about twenty blocks from Dogwarts when I died. If it wasn’t nighttime, I would’ve made it.”

Skizz grins weakly. “Uh huh, sure.”

The two chuckle but quickly fall silent at the same time, their thoughts travelling back to their fallen friend.

“What do we do now?” Skizz asks quietly. “We don’t have a leader.”

“We’ll be our own leader,” says Martyn. “You, me, and Etho will make one hell of a team. We’ll avenge our king, no matter what it takes. But until then, we carry on as normal, make them think they’ve defeated us.”

Skizz nods firmly. “Alright, yes. Anyway, I should let you get some rest. I’ll be right outside if you need me, okay?”

“Okay. Thanks, Skizz.”

Skizz gets up and heads to the door but pauses and glances back at his friend. “I just want you to know that the loyalty I have for you is just as strong as the loyalty I had for Ren. I’m with you ‘til the end, okay? No matter what.”

Martyn gives him a grateful smile. “Thank you. I’m with you too.”

After a moment, Skizz leaves and shuts the door behind him. He sits down on the other side, leaning against it, and buries his face in his hands and cries. His grief for Ren is finally pouring out.

Unbeknownst to him, Martyn has lain back down in his bed and closed his eyes, crying quietly for his fallen king. He can see that Skizz is suffering just as much as he is but he knows that they’ll get through this.

Their grief may be strong but their loyalty is stronger.

#3rd life smp #3rdlifesmp #skizzleman #inthelittlewood #renthedog #rendog #vaunna writes

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thatsgay-writes · 3 years

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Elle Greenaway x Reader

Summary: Elle makes a shocking discovery after they catch an unsub. (Follows along season 1 episode 7)

Warning: Criminal Mind stuff

The reader is given a name, for certain purposes and it is third person on purpose.

Word Count: 2.5k

Dr. Thomas Fuller wrote, “with foxes, we must play the fox.”

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“Bad?” Agent Hotchner asks as Elle handed him a folder. “The worst.” Elle responds as they head to the round table room. Gideon stood in front of a board as he looked at all of the images. “Crawford family. Murdered 3 days ago.” He says just as Derek walked in, “Saw it on the news.” He says as he takes a quick look at the board as he walks by. “They were found in the basement of their house...” Gideon says, still staring at the images. “Bags packed for a vacation they never took.” JJ continues for him. “Report said it was a murder/suicide. The father stabbed the mom, then shot himself.” Derek says as he sits down, still not fully sure as to why they were taking it as a case. “That’s the conclusion the Maryland State police came to. The gun was next to the father, he had gunpower residue on his right hand.” JJ states as she states a few things listed on the report in front of her. “And now you must have some compelling reason to think that Chris Crawford didn’t off his family?” Derek asks, looking to JJ for a response. “Yeah. Another murdered family. The Millers-- found a month ago. The mother, Reese Miller, her two children and her new husband. Again, they were found in the basement and like the Crawford's, their suitcases were packed for a vacation.”

---

“Elle!” Bailey yelled as she ran towards her girlfriend. Elle Greenaway and Bailey Woods had been friends since Kindergarten, both managing to stay in the same school all the way through middle school and up to high school. In 8th grade, they both finally confessed the feelings they held for each other. “Bailey?” Elle asked in concern as she watched her girlfriend run up to her, tears visibly rolling down her face. “Bailey, baby, what’s wrong?” Elle asked as she scooped the younger girl, by a few months, into her arms. “Did someone do something? Tell me who and we can beat them up together.” Elle said, semi-seriously. You just shook your head as you held onto her shirt tightly. It was the week before Junior year ended, the only tears falling from your face should be happy ones. “What happened?” Elle asked concerned, you had never acted like this before. She knew it couldn’t have anything to do with your dad since he was home for the next few months.

Elle made a split second decision and led you out of the school before any of the teachers could notice. “C’mon, let’s go.” She said to you as she opened the passenger door to your car. She had taken the keys from your pocket, knowing you were in no condition to drive. As she drove to your secret spot, you managed to calm down some and were taking deep breaths to calm all the way down. Elle parked in one of the parking spots at the top of the abandoned parking garage and turned off the car. “Can you tell me what’s wrong now?” She asked as she reached over the middle section and grabbed your hand. You took a few more deep breaths before looking up at her, heartbreak shone through your eyes. “I’m moving.”

---

Elle stood outside the interrogation room as she watched Reid talk to Eric Miller. “Is that what this is about, hmm? You think I’m crazy, man? You think I suddenly snapped and slaughtered my own wife and kids?” Eric kept asking questions as he got more and more agitated. “You think I did this? Huh? Is that what you think!?” Eric yelled as he suddenly stood up. Elle looked to Hotch with wide eyes before they entered the room. “Sit down.” Hotch told Eric firmly. Reid was the youngest on the team and it was his first time doing an interrogation solo, so Elle and Hotch were a little protective over him. “Is this your daddy?”

--- South East Washington D.C

Elle sat quietly in her seat as she sat in the back seat of the car as they drove towards the address Hotch and Garcia had found while snooping through the Crawford’s financials. Reid and Hotch both shared a look at the unusually quiet Elle. Usually when in the car, she would be looking over a file or talking to others to understand more about the case but tis time she was just staring out a window. “Is... Um, is everything okay?” Reid asked, his voice going a little high at the end of his question. His question shook Elle out of whatever she was thinking about, “Yeah... Maryland just brings back some memories...” You’ve been here before?” Hotch asks, concerned about the other agent but also making sure that nothing would intervene with the case they were working on. Elle sat silently for a few seconds before answering right as they pulled up to their destination, “No.”

“Federal Agents!” “FBI” “Federal Agents!” “Clear!” Hotch, Elle, and Derek all yelled simultaneously as they busted through the front door of the home. Elle scrunched her nose in disgust at the sight of the home, “Cleanest thing in here...” She muttered as she kicked what looked like an empty dog bowl. She stayed at the front of the house with Gideon and Reid as Derek and Hotch went deeper into the home. She watched with a questioning gaze as Gideon walked over to the wall and picked up a single painting that was hanging. “What’s that?” She asked as Gideon looked down at the drawing. “It’s a child’s painting. It’s a colonial house. Mom, dad, 2 children out front holding hands.” Gideon listed what he saw. “And a big dog.” She states as she looks over his shoulder.

---

Bailey and Elle laid together in her bed, the end of summer coming faster than ever before. She and Elle had spent almost all their time together, going on dates, spending nights at each other’s houses, etc. Anywhere Elle went, Bailey were there, and anywhere Bailey went, Elle was there. Right now the two of them were laying in Bailey’s bed watching T.V. “Stop staring at me.” Elle mumbles as she stares at the television. Bailey lets out a breath of air and rolls her eyes with a groan, “Love meeee, I want attentionnnnn.” She draws out causing Elle to playfully roll her eyes in response. “Fine, come here.” Elle says as she opens her arms out for Bailey to lay in. Bailey plays with Elle’s hair as she laid her head on her girlfriends chest. “I want kisses...” “Bailey repeats over and over again, like a chant. “Geez, someone is clingy today.” Elle states as she sits up and leans back against the wall. Bailey shifted around so she was now straddling Elle. “I leave in 3 weeks... I just wanna kiss my girlfriend.” Bailey pouts as Elle finally gives in. “Okayyyy.” She says with fake annoyance.

Bailey and Elle were deep into a make out session when her door suddenly busted open. “Eww!” “Ezra!” Bailey yelled as her sister covered her eyes with her arms. “Eww! Not you too! Mommy and daddy were doing that too!” The 5 year old yelled causing Bailey to laugh. Bailey gets off of Elle’s lap and picks up her little sister. “Aww,” Bailey says with a fake pout, “Do you feel left out?” Bailey starts kissing all over Ezra’s face causing the little girl to giggle and try to get away. “No! Eww! Stop it!” Ezra yells as she gets out of Bailey’s hold and pretends to rub away the kiss in fake disgust. Bailey just rolls her eyes at her sisters action. “C’mon, let’s go see if Benson is awake. We’ll be right back Elle.” Bailey says over her shoulder as she and Ezra leave the room. Elle laid back on Bailey’s bed as she left the room, staring at the ceiling. All she could think about was how in love with the younger girl she was.

Her train of thought got cut off as a small body was laid on top of hers. Elle immediately moved her arms to hold him and make sure he didn’t fall off of her. “Hey buddy...” She said in a baby voice as Bailey laid down next to her and pulled her into her. Bailey let out a groan as Ezra jumped on top of her before snuggling up. “Alright... What do you want to watch?”

---

“Okay. No, I understand. Yeah, I figured as much. Thank you.” Derek says as he gets off the phone. “He’s been staring at those pictures all morning.” Elle states as she stares at Gideon who is staring at the drawings done by the murdered children. “well, I sure hope he sees a connection cause I’ve checked doctors, lawyers, travel agents, tutors, contract workers. I got nothing.” Derek says as Hotch walks by. “Why target those families?” Elle wonders still watching Gideon. “Well, to know that, we have to know how.” Hotch says as he sits down and continues looking at the file in his hands.

“ We know organized killers are often skilled workers with above-average intelligence. High birth status. And in most cases...male. In the workplace, he's socially confident. And with women...sexually confident. Every offense...is preplanned. Targeting the victim is almost as pleasurable as the actual kill. These guys, they're...they're meticulous. It's a compulsion. Everything has to have its proper place. They do exhaustive amounts of research on their victims. They watch their every move every last detail is observed. Everything has to be written ever so neatly in a book or possibly a journal. When the kids are comin' home from school. When daddy'll be home. Playtime. Suppertime. Bath time. Bedtime. Plan the work...work the plan. This is the way that he maintains control. It's also how he personalizes his target... So nothing's left to chance. Absolutely nothing... Is left out of place, ever. So he plans the work... And when he's good and ready, he works that plan. He takes great pride in his job. I think the workplace has to be the connection.” Derek says as they go over everything they have learned about the unsub.

Gideon walks out of the room he was in with two drawings in his hands. He holds both the pictures up side by side. “Both are by Emily, painted months apart. This one...is full of color, life. The one I found at Emily's house has lines, dimensions. No color. I believe Emily was coerced to make this. It's a point of view. It is his point of view. This is where the killer stood, just watched the family.” Gideon says after having finally figured out the connection of the paintings to the case. Hotch drops a ring on the desk he was leaning on, letting it spins some before picking it up. “Each of the dead husbands was missing his wedding ring. This is the unsub’s trophy.”

---

Bailey and Elle sat on the edge of the cliff at their special place. Trying to soak up as much time as they could before Bailey had to leave in a few hours. “I can’t believe you’re leaving...” Elle state as she leans her head against Bailey’s shoulder. “We had everything planned out too...” She trails off, looking at the scenery in front of her. “Hey don’t speak like that...” Bailey says as she holds Elle’s face in her hands. “It’s just one school year apart and then we will go to college together like we planned.” Bailey states before she pauses. “Look, I’m going to make you a promise, okay?” Elle raised an eyebrow at Bailey skeptically, promises were a big thing for Bailey, she never broke them. Bailey lets go of Elle’s face and pulls a ring from her pocket. “No before you freak out, this is my dad’s ring.” Bailey says with a slight laugh as she watches Elle’s eyes get big before returning to normal. “Now, you know me and my dad are close... When I was 5 and he got sent on the first deployment I remember, I cried like a baby for weeks on end. It actually got so bad my mom had to take me out of school one time.” Bailey says with a smile as she stares down at the ring in her hand.

“When dad came back and heard about it, he got his ring modified.” Elle watches with slight confusion as Bailey slid the ring a certain way and it split in half. “And now, whenever he gets deployed, I get this half of the ring so I always have a piece of him with me.” Bailey continues her story as she puts the larger part of the ring on a chain. “It’s obviously too big to fit on my ringer so mom bought a chain to put it on.” Bailey says as she puts the chain around Elle’s neck and closes the clasp. “I asked my dad and he said it was okay for me to give my part to you so you know that I am always with you and thinking about you.” Bailey says as she gives Elle a goofy smile. Elle tries to cover her crying but lets a few tears slip. “Hey, it’s okay...” Bailey says as she pulls the girl she loves into a hug. “Senior year will be over before you know it and we’ll be back together again.”

---

The group all sits around the table in silence as Gideon stares into the box that Hotch had found in Karl Arnold’s office. Everyone’s heart dropping as Gideon lets the contents of the small box drop and 8 rings fall onto the table. Every sat in silence feeling remorse for whatever families had lost their life’s to Dr. Arnold. Elle takes a moment to look at each ring and feels herself get nauseous at the sight of one ring that looks a little different from the others. It can’t be... She thinks as she slowly reaches out, ignoring the looks from her friends, and grabs the ring that made her feel sick. She takes a minute to study the ring, her heart beating faster at how familiar it is. She can feel her friends and coworkers staring at her in confusion, wanting to know why she had picked up the ring.

Elle reach's into her shirt a little and pulls out a ring of her own. The group shares a confused look, wondering where the ring had came from and how long she had had it. Elle takes it off the chain and slides the two rings together like she had seen you do ten years ago. The clicking sound it made not only signifying the two rings becoming one but also her heart breaking into two. Elle looks up to see Hotch and Gideon looking at her with a worried face, it was obvious that Elle knew who that ring belonged to. Seeing her friends face’s filled with sorrow was enough for the dam to break and the tears to flow.

---

“Elle! Guess what!” Bailey yelled excitedly into the phone as Elle picked up. Elle laughed at her excitement. “What?” “I get to go on vacation tomorrow!”

#elle greenway x reader #female reader #female character #criminal minds x reader #female x reader #elle greenaway #elle greenaway x reader #elle greenway #criminal minds

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presidentorchid · 3 years

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Surely, Surely Not

tw // major character death, descriptions of violence/gore A creative transcription/interpretation of Tubbo’s execution and the aftermath Collaboration with @hyalinepandora He’d been straightforward and direct with his words, directed to the gathered festival-goers. There was no humor to his tone, only an honest attempt at sincerity as he welcomed the festivities. He felt terribly ill when Schlatt laughed.

“Wh-what’s wrong, Schlatt?” He had a feeling he knew. He didn’t want to. It took all his control not to stare down Wilbur and Tommy, to keep himself from trembling.

Was it time? Was it time for the festivities to begin? He held the president’s stare.

“No, it’s just-” Schlatt sighed, rolling his neck, snapping forward the lapels of his suit, picking away some non-existent fiber that had gone awry. “-I was just thinking about it, Tubbo. You know how we like to have fun.”

“Yeah, we like-” He cut to the chase. “What’s up, Schlatt.”

He felt Quackity’s gaze bore into the back of his neck. He straightened.

Remain steady. You’ve done nothing wrong.

Still, it felt difficult to breathe. The air was thick with danger and it pressed down on his chest. He curled his hands into fists, keeping them from shaking. He was not scared. But he was more anxious than he’d ever been.

Surely Schlatt wouldn’t kill him. He’d never raise a hand against him- he was his right hand man. His protégé. And surely he didn’t know about his work with the Pogtopians. He was- he tried so hard to be discreet about it. Of course he was safe. Schlatt trusted him. He’d never given him reason to doubt.

“You got anything else in the speech?”

Tubbo’s eyes darted frantically, a huge, shaky smile cracking over his face as he finally decided. Schlatt’s tone was so intimidating, confrontational, and he was not safe.

“No! No, let the festival begin.”

He wanted to collapse with relief. His knees shook as he watched Wilbur sweep away under the cover of darkness- it was so difficult to see him. He was out of danger. He was safe. His shoulders slumped. He moved to make a run for it, before he was caught in the detonation of Manburg, and was stopped by an iron grip on his shoulder. He flinched.

“You done with the speech?” Schlatt repeated. Tubbo was so still. He slowly nodded, unnerved by the warning in Schlatt’s voice, his flinty gaze. The torchlight was extinguished by them, he noticed.

“Y-yeah, I’m done with the speech, Schlatt.”

“...Alright.” Schlatt shrugged, voice dismissive. When he spoke again, his voice was hardly more than a murmur, business-like and factual.

“Here, uh, Quackity, take some of this.”

“What are you- what are you-” His words lodged in his throat, burning.

Surely not.

Schlatt passed Quackity concrete. The powder was so bright, it was like a flame in the night. It was unnaturally yellow, such a clear color despite the darkness, the starkness of it churned his stomach. He loved yellow. It was happy. It was peaceful. It was sweet and warm. But this was a warning. It was a hazard. Radiation! Toxic! Danger! Get away! Hazardous material! He tried to tear his shoulder from Schlatt’s grip. It was futile.

Schlatt held him by the shoulders as Quackity placed concrete around him. His grip had always been a little too tight.

“Schlatt, what are you- Schlatt. Schlatt!”

It hurt his eyes to look at so much yellow. The blackstone absorbed the light, the concrete reflected it, and it was a screaming ‘warning’ sign. It was dangerous. It was poison. It was a toxin. He breathed in the dust. Schlatt released him once he was encased. Everything happened so quickly, he was frozen to the earth. Panic rose in him, warring with his sense to remain composed.

Stay straight! Remain level-headed! See the people! They all see you, they’re all watching you! You’re the main attraction! You’re the festivity they came to see! Go out with a bang, Tubbo! Give them a show worth remembering!

“Schlatt, what are you doing?”

He threw himself at the fence, desperate to wrench it away, but it failed to give out.

Look at you, an animal! You’ve gone rabid and desperate! A lamb to the slaughter! Look how they’ve caged you like a beast! You’re an animal, Tubbo! See your horns! Never cry, never show weakness! What will your people think! Look, how they’ve trapped you like an animal! An animal! A sheep in wolf’s clothing, you are! A two-faced, double-lived spy!

So many lessons, so many criticisms and conflicting tips.

Hurry, Wilbur. He was so self-reliant, but here he was, reduced to desperation, dependence in what he was certain was his execution. Confusion rose from the audience. They didn’t know what was happening.

“Schlatt?”

Neither did he.

“Uhm, Schlatt? Schlatt?!”

Water dampened his suit as the concrete was made to solidify. Schlatt didn’t answer him, mumbling into the microphone incoherently. Tubbo tried his best to come across as knowing what was happening, like this was just a joke, a prank they were pulling on him. It was such a show, an attraction. He tried to add laughter to his voice, though no one was making jokes. This was not a joke. He chuckled nervously.

“Tubbo? Tubbo, I’ll cut to the fucking chase, alright?”

“Tell ‘em! Tell ‘em, Pres!” Quackity chimed in, so delightfully vicious. So he would do nothing to prevent this, either.

“What? Wha- What?” His voice came out so shaky and nervous. He laughed breathily, trying to sound relaxed.

This couldn’t be happening. Surely not.

“Tubbo, it-” Schlatt cut himself off, sighing. Tubbo shouldered the wall, finding it unyielding. With Schlatt now standing in front of him, eye-to-eye, Tubbo let the forced laughter leave his voice.

“Schlatt, Schlatt. I can’t get out, Schlatt.”

“And I mean it- it really sucks, having to say this, right here in front of everybody.” The president took a step back, so Tubbo could feel the head of one hundred thousand eyes, every single voice silent. Their voiceless whispers hurt his ears. He couldn’t possibly meet every gaze, couldn’t plead with them all. They were motionless. Unresponsive. Stagnant and watchful and compliant.

You’re letting this happen?

“And it’s kind of awkward.”

“Schlatt, I can’t get out!”

Schlatt pressed on, indifferent to his protests. Somewhere, between the static of his thoughts and Schlatt’s voice, he heard a softer protest in the crowd begging to free him, but the plea missed its mark.

“Tubbo- Tubbo. I know what you’ve been up to.”

“Yeah? Yeah, what have I been up to?” It was a demand. He was afraid, and he was stupid.

“What are you talking about?” And there went the demand, and he cursed himself for sounding afraid. Quackity chuckled as Schlatt mocked the question.

“Oooh, ‘what have I been up to,’ he says. ‘What have I been up to’.” Schlatt’s laugh was nothing short of villainous, Quackity’s laugh echoing the sentiment.

How could he know?

“Schlatt, I’m actually- I’m actually trapped in here, Schlatt.”

“You’ve been CONSPIRING! With the- with the IDIOTS, with the TYRANTS, that we KICKED OUT OF this server. That we KICKED OUT OF this great country. Months ago.”

His heart dropped.

How does he know.

“Tubbo, I don’t know, ah, I don’t know if you know this, but treason-”

“I don’t-”

“-Treason isn’t exactly, ah-”

“I think-”

“- a respectable thing around here. I know what you’ve been doing- IT ALL ADDS UP, buddy.”

Tubbo cowered from his voice. His horns scraped on the walls and the sound ricocheted in his skull.

“The fucking TUNNELS, your- your ABSCENCE from GREAT EVENTS- you walked off in the middle of this one!”

Tubbo had nothing to say. He couldn’t defend himself. It was true.

“Uh-” “You walked off in the middle of this one, Tubbo. Don’t try and tell me you’ve done nothing wrong.” His voice was so accusing, angry, and he wondered if Schlatt was hurt that he’d betrayed him. He didn’t regret it.

“Because everyone sees it! I sees it with my own two fucking eyes, what you’ve been doing.”

He was speechless. Schlatt watched him expectantly, but there was no rebuttal to be given. He stuttered and searched for something to say, but he came up empty. Schlatt met his gaze with such intensity he felt his eyes burn. Maybe it was tears. Schlatt sighed.

“Do you know what happens to, uh, traitors, Tubbo?”

“No…?” But he did. The knowledge scorched his chest. It was so silent. Tubbo’s ears rang. Schlatt turned, faced the audience with a grand gesture and grin, a grin that quickly soured into a horrible grimace.

“Nothing good.”

Tubbo slouched against the wall for support.

“Hey, uh, Technoblade! You wanna come up here for a second?” “Come up here, come up, Technoblade. Come up to the podium.” Quackity only ever served as Schlatt’s echo.

Tubbo’s eyes widened. Of course, Technoblade! His ally, the only one who could save him. He thought there was no hope, he thought he was to be shot like a dog, but there was hope in the gallery, adorned with a crown and tusks. He quickly advanced as Schlatt continued speaking.

“Let’s just send a message real quick. We like to send messages around here.” Schlatt looked around for agreement, continued on with a few uneasy nods.

“Now that we got Tubbo here in this- in this-” He cut himself off with a low, delighted chuckle. “In this Tub-box.” Tubbo grit his teeth, clenched his jaw. He really was just a spectacle. He shied back from the derisive laughter.

“Look him right in the eyes.” Techno positioned himself in front of Tubbo, his eyes dark and untelling. Tubbo had no idea what he felt despite his nervous laughter.

Please stop this.

“Tubbo, as the enemy of the state, and as, uh, perpetrator, to these, ah, these awful, awful people…”

Tubbo stuttered, stared death in the eyes as realization grasped his heart in talons.

“Technoblade, please, please, if you would, if you would be so kind.”

“What- what are you asking, Schlatt?”

The voice of the blood god was terribly innocuous , awfully anxious. Everyone knew exactly what Schlatt was asking.

“Take care of this traitor.”

Technoblade paused, and Tubbo saw his hesitation.

Don’t do it. You won’t. You wouldn’t. Surely not. Technoblade was armed to the teeth.

“Technoblade, we’re running on a tight schedule.”

“I don’t know what you’re asking, Mr. President.” They were all playing dumb. Schlatt chuckled.

“Listen, I mean, we- I only call you in for special favors. I mean, we go way back, right.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“This man-” Schlatt gestured to Tubbo. He shrank away. “-this man needs a special favor.”

And there was Quackity, now, finally shouldering his way in.

“Wait, Schlatt, what are you actually talking about?” Perhaps finally, he realized what was going on, what Schlatt’s intent was. Perhaps now he would help.

“Techno, I need you to take him out.”

It was too late.

Protests finally rose out, loud and overwhelming as it was made clear that this was not a prank, it was not a joke. It was an execution. And Schlatt’s patience ran thin.

“I NEED YOU TO KILL TUBBO, on this FUCKING STAGE RIGHT NOW. And MAKE IT HURT.”

It was so silent, it was almost comedic. Techno stuttered, took a step back. The audience shouted, roiled and revolted, but were silenced by Schlatt’s furious response.

“I'LL HAVE NO TRAITORS IN MY GODDAMN COUNTRY, ARE YOU KIDDING ME? MY RIGHT HAND MAN.” He slowed down, panted and wheezed as he caught his breath and composed himself, straightened his tie as silence again stifled the audience. Schlatt turned to Tubbo, and he wedged himself in the corner.

“Tubbo. I’d rather rule alone than with you.”

Tubbo didn’t know why it hurt so much to hear.

“Fuck it. I can’t even look at you.” Schlatt turned away with a disgusted jerk of his head.Shock was a hell of a drug. It rendered Tubbo mute, and he gave up. Death stood in front of him, pressure surrounding him as closely as the concrete surrounded Tubbo, and Tubbo could do nothing but look him in the eyes as he teetered between decisions.

Surely not. Surely not. Surely not. Surely not. He kept repeating it, over and over, a death hymn, because surely not. Surely not, Techno would not kill him. Surely not. They were on the same side. Surely not. But he watched anxiety flare behind his eyes as he was overwhelmed, as he strained and crashed and finally snapped, and again he told himself, surely not. This was not happening, surely not. Schlatt wouldn’t kill him, surely not. This was not disbelief, surely not, but rather the truth. Tommy wouldn’t let this happen, surely not. Wilbur would not let this happen, surely not. Surely they would save him. Surely. Surely not.

Quackity approached Schlatt, cautious, careful, as though he was approaching a dangerous animal. Truthfully, Schlatt was dangerous. Unpredictable. His wicked horns all but proved it.

“Schlatt, are you sure? I mean, I mean, he’s jailed! I think that’s enough for him.”

“We could just imprison him,” Technoblade agreed, but Tubbo gave up hoping.

“Not enough.” Schlatt was firm in his decision and insistent in it’s fulfilment.

“Schlatt, are you sure?” Quackity repeated. Tubbo appreciated the effort, but knew Schlatt would remain steadfast. “He’s jailed!”

Schlatt ignored him.

“Technoblade!”

Tubbo stared his ally down.

“Technoblade…” Technoblade pulled back the bowstring.

“Are you going to do it?”

Surely not.

Tubbo grew frantic. “Technoblade? Tech- Technoblade!”

“You gonna make an example out of him?” Schlatt’s tone suggested no other option. Tubbo trembled as the crossbow was held to his forehead, yelped as Technoblade took a swipe at him with a pickaxe.

“Technoblade! Technoblade!”

“Tubbo.” Technoblade’s voice was soft. Some god of death indeed, pliant to a mortal’s will, the executioner of another’s hand. And yet his life still laid in his blade, his firearms and his own resolve. Tubbo hardly dared to breath in his direction. He didn’t want to die. He didn’t want to be executed. He was at his indeterminant mercy.

“Tubbo, I’m sorry.” Tubbo didn’t need to hear anything else before he frantically clawed at the walls, desperate, terrified as it dawned on him that his fate had been decided.

“I’ll make this as- as painless and colorful as possible.”

“What the hell?!” Schlatt’s laughter rang in his ears, and Tubbo was enraged that he was reduced to this, that his death was a show to him.

“Tubbo, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Tubbo.”

He didn’t have time to shut his eyes when the first rocket shattered his skull.

Surely not.

It wasn’t quick. He was left thrashing for several seconds before he was put out of his misery.

Surely not.

He was blown away by such a beautiful death. It was so bright. A flare of light, searing his skull, beautiful and savage and vivid.

Surely.

He understood now why Schlatt chose that yellow concrete. He understood fully.

The blood- his blood- lay against it so stark, so vibrant in color and shade, glistening against the sunny cheerfulness of the backdrop.

Yellow, like the sun, rising over a landscape of death, of dripping, dripping blood. Dancing in the true sun, the sun that was setting on his time alive, his life fading away, his viewpoint from the sky watching the shadows grow as blood coated the true sky.

His body sank to the floor. If there was even a head on it- he didn’t know. Technoblade pulled another firework into the crossbow, He turned and fired it into the crowd, satisfaction on his face as more blood stained and people cried out.

Tubbo sat there, in the sky. Watched as his eyes dimmed to nothingness- and suddenly- there was weight to his body again. Suddenly, there was darkness.

Suddenly, he sank.

His body hurt. His face was on fire. Blood was pouring from his mouth- his nose- his eyes-

If they were even there. Tubbo flopped onto his back and writhed, screaming himself hoarse at the pain.

God, the pain.

His hands were slick with blood- he wanted to press them to his face and stop the flow, but it stung so bad he only shrieked more.

“Tubbo!”

A body thumped to the ground beside him, another following suit.

“Oh my god.” Gentle hands grabbed at him, lifting him up so the blood flowed down- his airways clearing as he sobbed and hissed in pain.

“Tommy, get me water.”

Shuffling. “Now.”

“Wilbur?” He coughed. “Wilbur, is that you?”

“Yes-” His voice was fading in and out- fuzzy and gentle. “It’s me- Stay awake, Tubbo. Stay with me.”

“I’m not.” Tubbo realized his words slurred and tried to make them clearer. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good. Thank you, Tommy.” A singular hand left him, ghosting over his face- which still screamed, the pain was unbearable, rendering him useless, unable to function. He winced.

“It’s not too bad, Tubbo.” Wilbur’s voice was calm, cutting through his confusion and agony. “It looks like being dead healed up the… interior damage. Although.”

“A-al…” Tubbo faltered.

“Your eyes.” Wilbur said, softly. “They’re- They’re unsalvageable.”

If Tubbo had any more energy to cry- he would have. He would have sobbed until he couldn’t anymore. Him? Blind? He merely made a noise of acceptance in the back of his throat.

Tubbo sat there for a moment longer, the shock of his eyes being gone… forever- momentarily overshadowing the pain.

He zoned back in when he heard Tommy’s voice.

“-I think I have- here, you can borrow this, Wilbur.”

There was another silence, then Wilbur’s grip tightened on his shoulder.

“This might sting. You’ll be okay. Tommy is right here.”

“Tommy?”

Tommy’s hand closed around his own, warm, strong. He tried to imagine Tommy’s face, a gentle smile- blonde hair- the stupid, red bandanna- but failed. All he saw was darkness. All he would ever see was darkness.

Darkness.

#tubbo #schlatt #quackity #technoblade #wilbur #tommy #clingyduo #dreamsmp #mcyt #dream smp #dsmp #tommyinnit #wilbur soot

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lizaloveslevihan · 3 years

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Hii!!! Many people are feeling kinda mixed meh about the latest chapter, especially due to the way Levi-Zeke rivalry thing ended. Did you read the official version? What do you think?

Hi! Thank you for bringing this up because I was meaning to post my thoughts on this regardless. I’ve seen a lot of discourse regarding this matter, especially when it came to Levi’s character. I’ve done my best looking at it in an unbiased way because the truth is, who you ship him with tends to cloud your mind from his real intentions as a character. I’ll also do my best to talk a little more about Zeke, even though I honestly still have a hard time figuring out him out .

Levi’s promise to Erwin has undoubtedly become a large part of his character and has been what was driving him for years. But to say that it’s all he has, to reduce him to this mindless, revenge-seeking machine for me is just so wrong on so many levels.

My take? That his intentions have always been about doing what was best for humanity. That along with these intentions is his sense of duty to carry the hopes and dreams of his dead comrades. These things have always been the embodiment of his promise to Erwin, which is to kill Zeke.

When he made that promise to Erwin, they were under attack — the Beast Titan was throwing rocks and they would have failed in their mission to secure Shiganshina. By killing the Beast Titan, Levi would be able to secure their front and make sure that the sacrifices all those Survey Corps members made were not in vain. This was for the sake of both humanity and his comrades. When he wasn’t able to do so, this created a sense of guilt inside of him. And of course, we can’t deny his bond with Erwin. We can’t deny that he cares deeply about him, that he was about to choose him over Armin. But he chose the latter, and so the only way he can pay tribute to his fallen comrade, to the person whom he respected deeply and introduced him to his life in the Survey Corps — was to fulfill this promise.

But then we enter the final arc. If Levi was really a mindless, revenge-seeking machine people ought him to be, if killing Zeke was just all in the name of revenge, then he would have had no hesitation to kill him back in the forest. Let me remind you, Zeke had turned all of his subordinates into titans and forced him to slaughter every single one of them. But despite that, despite feeling incredible loss and hatred, Levi still didn’t kill him. Why? Because he believed in the secret plan he had. Why? Because they all believed that was what was best for Eldia and because it was what was seemingly going to help free their race. He didn’t kill Zeke yet because that was what he believed to be best for humanity. In the end, no matter how you look at it, he was looking at the bigger picture. Yes, he still wanted to kill Zeke to satisfy his promise, but he was willing to see to it that his death would be through him getting eaten by a titan of their own.

And then we come to the Alliance. His objective is to still kill Zeke, yes, but killing Zeke aligns with the interest of the Marleyans and is potentially the key to stopping the rumbling. And of course, he had just lost his subordinates. He has to give their deaths meaning as well, on top of all the others. But then Hange died too, and more than anything their final wish was to stop the rumbling. So I’m going to reiterate this for the nth time: the promise has always been about saving humanity and giving meaning to his comrades’ deaths. Chapter 136 also confirms this.

If keeping Zeke alive was the key to stopping the rumbling, however, then I’m sure Levi wouldn’t have killed him.

Now we have the actual part where he does what he’s been wishing for so long. Personally, I need more context for this and I hope we get some insight into his thoughts next chapter, but you can tell that killing Zeke didn’t give him the fulfillment he ought to have. He’s pained and distressed the entire time. Did he recognize Zeke's sacrifice? I can’t tell. But I think that this all points to the fact that he’s just tired.

The entire time we see him in his crippled state — from Chapter 126 till now — he’s just, to put it quite plainly, dead inside.

Yelena pointed this out to him in Chapter 128, and you can just tell how tired he is. All his life has been about violence. He’s thrown into every single conflict, over and over again, and honestly, I’m having a hard time right now expressing my thoughts over this because my heart just hurts revisiting these chapters and thinking about it. He’s disassociated so much after Hange died and went as far as to say he’ll see them later. He’s just so done.

And I think that’s what he was thinking when he finally did it. He gave Zeke as much of a quick and painless death, despite all those years of wanting to savor his demise. Perhaps he didn’t realize how easy it would be. (Damn okay I thought it would be easier now to talk about this but I guess not, I’m just incredibly attached to Levi if you can’t tell.)

Regarding Zeke, well, I thought his last statement to be rather beautiful. How for so long he’s always thought of things somewhat in a black or white perspective. I love how Armin made him realize that life was all about those little moments, about those small things that give us joy in our everyday lives. He rose up and finally appreciated the beauty and simplicity of the day. And his interaction with Levi, saying how he wanted to meet him but he couldn’t say the same? How he just openly goes “Hey! I’m right here! You can kill me now, buddy!” like two old friends seeing each other again? I wouldn’t go as far as saying they were friends, but the light and comedic moments they always share amid their difficult and brutal relationship is something I truly appreciate and will miss.

I really would love, however, if the situation with paths would be explained more. That whole dimension is so tricky and difficult to understand, and as much as I love reading other people’s theories, it sets me up for disappointment should my expectations not be met. And if I’m being completely honest, I also would have liked to see more of Zeke. He was out of commission for almost, what? A year? But then again, the manga timeline itself isn’t that long so I suppose it makes sense.

To wrap it up, Levi isn’t just a mindless tool for revenge. His promise to Erwin perfectly embodies his consistent intentions and principles as a character -- to help humanity and give meaning to his comrades’ deaths. His bond with Erwin is also something we can’t deny being there, and though it heavily influences him, it’s not what makes up his entire character. He’s incredibly tired of violence, which may be the reason why he looks the way he does in this chapter. Zeke is such an interesting and well-developed character and though I would have loved to have seen more of him, his epiphany and death were beautiful for me. Wouldn’t it be interesting if this was Levi’s last act of violence? Hopefully, the next chapter would give us more insight into his thoughts and explain things in regards to the bigger picture.

#i hope i was able to convey my thoughts properly #sometimes i feel like i'm all over the place #aot 137 #snk 137 #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan spoilers #levi ackerman #levi #zeke #zeke yeager #zeke jaeger #my thoughts #ask box

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fandom-necromancer · 3 years

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Feral for each other

This was prompted by the amazing @smolandangry001! This was fun to write but prepare for angst!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900 (Warnings: unpunished police brutality if you think about it, violence)

[Part2]

‘Gavin, I don’t feel good about this.’ ‘I know, babe’, Gavin whispered sitting next to him in the car, watching the others already mill about busy making last preparations. He turned towards the android and tried to smile at him as reassuringly as he could. ‘I’m here, okay? I will look out for you. If you need me, I’ll be there.’ ‘This will be just another Ferndale incident’, Nines disagreed. ‘It was mere luck I didn’t...’ The android looked at his hands contorted to claws and there was horror evident on his face as if he could still see it. Very gently, Gavin took his hands, looked out of the front window and kissed Nines fingers as he was sure no one was looking. ‘Then we’ll be lucky again.’ He pushed Nines fingers close and gifted him yet another smile. ‘We will get this over with, we will both return home tonight. I promise.’ Nines closed his eyes, LED still settled on red when he finally nodded and waited for Gavin to step out of the car. He took his pistol, checked the magazine for the hundredth time and followed Gavin over to their meeting point with SWAT and the FBI team.

‘Any news?’, Gavin asked one of his colleagues, who just pointed to Agent Perkins, who was listening intently to his ear-piece. ‘Captain Allen and Sixty have already met and our favourite RK800 is currently passing through the intel. I bet we are clear to storm in a moment.’ Gavin nodded and watched the building in front of them. He knew why he hated undercover operations: If they went wrong, they went to hell immediately. They were lucky the gang thought they could get their hands on police information. It was the only reason Allen was still alive and they had someone to rescue. Sixty had successfully infiltrated the building and already incapacitated some of the gang-members, but soon it was time for the whole team to go in. And from Perkins’ body language, that moment wasn’t so far away now.

The man nodded and looked over at them. Gavin had never liked the self-righteous asshole, but he had to respect him for his competence in the field. ‘RK900, I want you with my men in the front’, he began to bark. ‘We went over this a hundred times, I won’t repeat myself. Stay with your teams, be careful and stick to the damn plan! We will get this man out alive and well!’ Nines already moved and Gavin fell in step next to him. ‘Reed! On your position!’ The Detective sighed and turned to Perkins. ‘Listen, my position is next to Nines.’ ‘We don’t have time for your rebellious body-cop act. Don’t make me regret agreeing to have you on this mission.’ Gavin clenched his teeth and looked at Nines, who gave him a barely perceivable nod. ‘Alright, listen here Perkins. You might have heard about the Ferndale incident?’ ‘I have, that’s why I want the RK900 on the team.’ ‘Then you might not know I was there too and was the only reason Nines didn’t kill his colleagues, too. So, I guess you would agree that the position I am most useful in is right at his side.’ Perkins watched him with narrowed eyes, but reluctantly nodded. ‘Fine. Stay with him. Don’t cause any problems.’

They joined the first team to enter and Nines sheepishly looked around, avoiding their eyes. ‘Hey, it won’t happen again’, Gavin mumbled under his breath, knowing only the android would be able to hear him. ‘It’s okay, I’m here.’ He couldn’t take his hand out here in the open and hold him, so his soft words had to suffice. The android’s LED turned from red to yellow at least, so that might have been a good sign. He wouldn’t have much time to do anything else anyways as they got the order to move out.

It was a short jog up the hill and down the other side to the building’s main entrance. Nines was in the very front taking the lead, Gavin right behind him and the rest of the team surrounding him. He was a good shot and well-trained, but he was seldom in the situation to actually pull it on people except maybe as an intimidation tactic. He really was mainly here because of Nines. He hoped his own words would prove themselves true and he wasn’t needed.

They breached the doors and were almost immediately met with gunfire they returned. With mechanical efficiency, Nines took out the more difficult targets, incapacitating them with shots in the legs or arms. He rushed in as soon as someone lost their pistol and took care of them with a well placed punch. Then the whole team hurried onwards before anyone could alarm someone, potentially making them harm or kill Allen in their panic.

They ran along the hallway, the sounds of their boots echoing back from the wall. Gavin saw Nines look back at him at least once and they both seemed to relax a little at that. But it wasn’t over yet. They entered yet another big room, Sixty’s intel helping them navigate. They turned right and ran on, only to be stopped once again. Maybe they had already discovered them rushing in or the sound of gunshots had alerted them. Gavin let himself fall back and covered their backs, only to be snatched, when he least expected it: An arm snaked itself around his neck and someone kicked the pistol from his hand. He began to struggle against the hold only to have the barrel of a gun pressed against his head. ‘Everyone drop their weapons and leave!’, the man holding Gavin demanded, but all that entailed was the SWATs to aim back at them. Gavin knew the statistics of a hostage surviving something like this, but somehow hoped they would change in his favour, when his eyes met Nines’. Oh no.

Nines stared at him, but only in the first moment he looked adequately panicked and afraid. Then a look of robotic indifference washed over his face as his body dropped processes active only to integrate with humans: His breathing and blinking stopped, and his stance changed to better supply the full strength and agility of a machine. Gavin swallowed hard and tried to calm himself down ignoring his surroundings. ‘Nines. Nines, it’s okay, calm down. They won’t harm me.’ ‘Shut up! We will!’ Gavin jolted his head and hissed: ‘Listen buddy, you don’t know what’s coming for y-‘ The pressure of the arm around his throat rose and let his words die in his throat. He still tried to look at Nines and contorted his face to something that should have been a calm smile. But he couldn’t control his heart beating in his chest and throat and his laboured breath.

And that action seemed to finally enable Nines’ protocols fully. The android smashed his shoulder into the side of one of the SWAT-members and ripped his weapons off his body to shoot them into the ambushing gang-members. With cold precision, one bullet after the next, the people fell to the ground, dead. RK900 had fired while running up to the man that held Gavin hostage. Now he stood in front of them and punched him in the face while at the same time forcing the gun out of his hand. The man fell to the ground, but the machine wasn’t finished yet, punching him again and again as blood already streamed from his nose. Gavin fell to his knees too, as the arm around his neck had vanished and gasped for air. He allowed himself just a second, before turning to the rest of the SWAT-team and signalling them to get the fuck out of here and continue with the mission.

They didn’t hesitate fleeing, seeing the android still punching the lifeless body of the man who had threatened Gavin. At the sound of their feet, the machine turned around, uniform splattered with blood and seemed ready to run after them not distinguishing between enemy and ally anymore but only analysing threats. As Gavin realised the android was moments away from sprinting off, he pushed himself in his way and held him by the shoulders, knowing there was no way he could actually prevent him from slaughtering his co-workers in this state.

‘RK900, stand down. That’s an order’, he said with stern voice, although he couldn’t hide his panting. ‘All enemies obliterated, disengage soldier protocols.’ The android blinked once, looking at Gavin, but still having that distant look on his face. It wasn’t over yet. ‘You did well, RK900, your target is safe’, Gavin tried to get through to Nines. And that made him blink once again, his LED turning red in an instant. Gavin immediately let go of his shoulders and took his hands. ‘Nines, Nines, look. I’m fine. I’m fine. Don’t worry, I wasn’t hurt. I’m not in danger anymore, I am fine. I am fine. I’m okay. You understand?’ ‘Gavin’, Nines answered, voice loaded with static. ‘Gavin, I saw you… You had a gun against your head and someone held you hostage and-‘ Nines lifted his hands to his head, but Gavin forced them to stay down and instead lifted his own up to make him focus on him. ‘Nines, it’s fine. I’m okay. I’m safe. That happened, but it’s over now. You saved me.’ ‘I… saved you?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Did I…’ He tried to move his head, but Gavin shook his head telling him not to. ‘Yes. You did. Like Ferndale.’ ‘Is… Did I hurt many?’ ‘You killed the ambushing gang-members. The rest of the team is safe. They are off to save Allen.’ ‘How many?’ Gavin looked around and grimaced. ‘Shit, I don’t know. Ten? It looks like more than ten.’ It made the android press his eyes together in pain.

‘Hey, it’s not your fault, okay?’, Gavin tried softly. ‘You were programmed like this. You can’t do anything about it.’ ‘I’m not programmed like this. It’s a malfunction because I…’ ‘There is no one around, Nines, it’s okay. You can say it. I love you too. We will get out of this. I will tell Fowler what happened, that it was self-defence. He will likely give us a pass. Perkins will be pissed, but the guy has zero authority and Fowler hates him. We will be fine, okay?’ Nines shook his head. ‘It won’t. I killed, Gavin.’ ‘You did and so did I on the job. Let’s just say that we will never, ever take a mission like this again.’ ‘I can’t Gavin, Sixty-‘ ‘Sixty’s feelings are his problem. They’ll just send more people. Also, I highly doubt your psycho little brother wouldn’t get Allen out on his own. Only you are important at the moment. And you will be fine. Come on now, let’s get out of here.’

They had barely made it back to the precinct and got Nines’ hands clean of blood and a new change of clothes, as shit hit the fan: Perkins marched up to Fowler’s office, who Gavin had already warned and informed of the situation. It didn’t take long for Fowler to stand up from his chair, so his table was the only barrier between him and the Federal Agent. Soon after the windows were frosted and all that was left was the muffled screaming coming from within.

Nines sunk deeper into his chair as Gavin tended to him, cleaning the joints of his fingers from blood. He had hit the asshole that had held Gavin hard enough to deactivate his artificial skin. Gavin should have been afraid, seeing Nines’ raw strength and fury, but all he could feel was worry. Yes, Nines could be shoved in the backseat by mindless programming that made him go full terminator, forcing him to fight until either everyone was dead, or he couldn’t function anymore. But when he was back in control, he was soft and polite and everything Gavin wasn’t. On their very first occasion the android had caught Gavin off-guard by reacting to his curses by apologising. He was the very first person that managed to make the precinct’s asshole feel sorry and ever since they had been the perfect team. More than that, actually, but they hadn’t told anyone they actually were in a relationship. Not yet, or maybe never.

It broke Gavin’s heart, he had forgotten for the longest time, seeing Nines like this. Ashamed of what he had done, full of regret and worrying for his future. Gavin couldn’t help but set the pipe cleaner aside and brush over his exposed knuckles. ‘It’s okay, Nines. It’s not your fault.’ ‘I know’, the android returned quietly. ‘But I should have known better.’ ‘We will next time’, the Detective reassured him. ‘If there is a-‘

‘There he is!’ The door of Fowler’s office opened, and Perkins hurried down the stairs, face red as a tomato. ‘There is the fucking killerbot you lunatics still let run free! What the fuck is wrong with you? Something malfunctioning? Some mis-wired connection? Or did you just finally decided to turn against humans, huh?’ Nines head dropped, and he pulled his hand out of Gavin’s. ‘I thought you were competent as they told me of Ferndale. But now I realised your damn precinct is just conspiring to keep a cold-blooded murderer in their midst!’ Perkins looked around the precinct that had fallen awfully quiet. ‘I guess it is convenient to have a tool to use when everything went to shit. Send the RK900, it will clear out an entire building, regardless of whether the people inside are criminals or civilians. We can always call on self-defence.’ He shook his head and leaned forwards, looking Nines straight in the eyes. ‘You know what? I think some of you would really have been better off being dismantled at the camps.’

Gavin had watched the whole conversation going down in shock. For once in his life he was missing the words to tell Perkins to fuck off. Because there were no words that would accurately describe what cold hatred he was feeling at that very moment. Silence stretched and with horror, Gavin saw how Nines nodded and hid his hands against his body.

That was it.

‘Perkins, you lousy excuse of a human being!’, he whispered, but in the dead silence of the precinct it was more effective than a scream. ‘You. Goddamn… Phck, I don’t have words for it. What is your twisted mind like that you think you can just say something like this? This android saved my life. And I specifically told you not to take him with you on the mission. But surprise: You cocksure bastard thought I was just some idiot that can be ignored. This is entirely on your poor judgement and you can’t weasel your way out of that!’ Gavin had to take a break to breath as the tension inside his body had made him talk a lot faster than healthy. Perkins used it to open his mouth, but before a word left his throat, Gavin was already back at it: ‘I don’t phcking care what the hell you have to say. You won’t get another chance at insulting my boyfriend, who just went through an event that was traumatic. But you didn’t think of that, right? Not even for a minute, you wasted a thought on putting yourself in his shoes. How do you think it feels to be shoved out of your own body because some asshole thought it would be fun to design a killing machine? You don’t know the first thing about the love of my life, this precinct or our past. So, I would greatly advise you to shut up, leave this precinct and go eat a double decker dick sandwich!’

Once again silence fell, and Gavin knew everyone including Fowler was looking at him. He didn’t care. Not one bit. He could only stare at Perkins unblinking, challenging him to back off. But he didn’t. Of course, he didn’t. ‘Or what?’, he asked with a sly grin. ‘You gonna let your rabid dog off the leash?’ Gavin didn’t hesitate. He had planned this for a while now and he really, really didn’t care anymore. He stepped back and took a swing at Perkins, landing his fist perfectly against his brow and nose to make him stumble back and holding his laceration at the temple. ‘Believe me, that you already did by insulting him. You shouldn’t fear Nines. I am the one that will kick your ass out of here if you are not leaving in the next five seconds.’ ‘You can’t be serious-‘ Gavin hit him again. The fact that no one had yet dared to stand up and intervene meant that most were on his side here. The Detective leaned down to him and whispered once again: ‘Five seconds. Leave. Now.’

Perkins snarled at him, but Gavin’s already lifted fist was enough to convince him in the end and he ran towards the exit, shouting something like: ‘This isn’t over yet!’

Gavin couldn’t keep himself upright any longer and slumped against his table, slowly sinking to the ground. ‘Phck. I just punched a Federal Agent. I’m so damn screwed.’ He let his head fall into his hands. Then there was another one in front of his face, offering to help him up. It was Hank, Connor next to him. Nines was standing at his side too but looked more worried than comforting. ‘Don’t worry, Reed’, Hank laughed. ‘I did that too, once. Was actually quite satisfying as you might know now.’ ‘Yeah. I can still prepare to get my stuff and search for a new job now.’ ‘Don’t think so. You should have seen Fowler’s face. Don’t worry.’

Gavin turned around and looked Nines up and down, who in the end just stepped forwards and pulled Gavin in a strong hug. ‘Wanted to congratulate you two’, Gavin heard Connor’s distant voice. ‘Didn’t know you two were together.’ Both Nines and Gavin froze and looked at each other. ‘What?’ ‘You said he was your boyfriend.’ ‘I… did?’ ‘Yep.’

Gavin looked at Nines face that just pleaded him to go home and hold each other in the safety of their bedroom. It made him smile in contentment, because honestly, he would love to do that. ‘Yeah. I love him more than anything.’

[>next part]

#detroit become human #dbh #Reed900 #RK900 #Gavin Reed #God I loved writing this #I honestly thought I forgot to write but it worked out in the end #I want to write so much more #I have no idea how I will survive this hiatus but oh well...#I guess this counts as #the feels

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『 Haikyuu!! Week 2020 | Day 7 』

· Oct. 1st → Fly! ·

Characters: (teams) Karasuno, Nekoma, Fukurodani, Aoba Johsai, Shiratorizawa, (indiv.) Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Aone Takanobu

Prompts: A. free choice!

Tags/warnings: Haikyuu!! (anime), Among Us (video game), PG, fluff, crack, video games, video game violence/death, headcanons, HaikyuuWeek2020

A/N: Among Us is a bit of a hot meme at the moment (great game. Go and play it/watch other people play it if you can. Get a feel for the game if you somehow haven't already.) So I thought, 'Hey, why not?' I mean, I do need to heal my heart after my Day 6 post, so...

What an amazing week it's been! Well done, everyone! All of my Haikyuu Week 2020 posts are SFW, but there's a little treasure trove of NSFW on my blog, too. Please peruse to your heart's content. Thanks for reading! Please enjoy! ♡

Haikyuu boys / playing Among Us

☆ Karasuno ☆

Literally the loudest games you'll ever witness

You know that grainy, electronic crackle that happens when everybody yells on Discord at the same time? Yeah. That

Kageyama can't lie for shit. It's so obvious when he's lying that it's a genuine miracle if he doesn't immediately get ejected

And he stands in all the wrong places when he's faking doing his tasks 😭😭

But he sounds super suspicious when he's telling the truth, too 😅

Noya and Tanaka buddy up no matter what, and go around trying to clear or murder people together

They also end up fuelling each other's incorrect assumptions

Asahi is way too timid to murder anyone right away, so if nobody dies in the first two rounds, you know it's him or someone trying to frame him...

Daichi is the host and tries to keep order in the lobby...tries someone help him

Hinata: Guys, please stop swearing! Natsu is watching me play!! waahhh 🙈 so cute 😇

Hinata always has to be orange. Don't touch his orange

Ennoshita is the king of self-reporting and getting away with it it just be like that

Kageyama goes around called 'Milk' 🥛

Tsukki tries to big-brain the shit out of it 🤣

He's also hella manipulative as an imposter and refuses to kill Yamaguchi 😭

Suga likes to take out the oxygen/recator and lie in wait for the people who come to fix it he will giggle adorably when it ends up working, which sounds kinda pshyco, ngl 😂

But totally screams at his screen when someone he suspected sneaks up on him and kills him

Yamaguchi low-key prefers the mini games to the actual game 😭😭

And Yachi loves being pink and wearing the little flower in her hair ngl, she nearly fainted the first time she got killed

She doesn't play with them often because it's so loud 😬

☆ Nekoma ☆

Kenma streams the gaming sessions on Twitch, and now they kind of have a cult following 🤷‍♀️

These fans be thirsting hard, too like us

Check out my smut headcanons, y'all 🙌

Kuroo is the closest to a genius player you're ever going to see

He does his tasks fairly efficiently, he's good at remembering layouts and people's movements, he calculates the timings of his kills with terrifying accuracy, defends himself pretty well, whether he's lying or not, can gaslight the entire lobby into sussing an innocent person, and pieces together other people's lies with surprising ease

Do not cross Kuroo. He's scary at this game. He's not the Scheming Captain for nothing, y'all

Lev is the kind of person to vent right in front of someone by accident, which is so awkward, but so funny 😂

The entire team must wear the bear ears hat. Yes, that is a rule

It's the closest to cat ears they have right now....

Kenma is pretty quiet when he's playing. He doesn't normally play online games, but his streams took off on Twitch, sooo~

Kenma also has radar ears and can somehow detect when people are lying, but waits until he has proof to accuse them he smart 🤓

☆ Fukurodani ☆

'Whoever Talks the Loudest is Right' mentality 😂

And Bokuto will defend himself at the volume of an air raid siren

Akaashi stays as quiet as possible so he doesn't give anything away

When Bokuto starts sussing people, it turns into something out of Ace Attorney like, chill tf out, man 😂

But his guesses are normally completely wrong

Akaashi sets good parameters for the games, because he's sensible

If Bokuto is given the chance to host the lobby....he will set one task each, put everyone at 4x speed, give the imposter zero cooldown time, and sit back and watch the chaos

Whenever somebody doesn't have an absolutely airtight alibi–

Bokuto: That's hella sus, bro

Lots of childish nicknames, because...well, they're all mentally six years old

Except Akaashi, who has a higher mental age than all of them combined

Let me just say that when Bokuto and Kuroo play together, shit gets so funny

When one of them is an imposter, they will literally vent in front of the other one and trust them not to out them 😂😂

☆ Aoba Johsai ☆

Iwa-chan can always tell when Oikawa is lying, and constantly calls him out on it

Iwa: That's his lying voice. Shitty-kawa is lying. He's the imposter. Vote him off

Oikawa: IWAAA-CHAAAN D:<

Because Iwa's right about Oikawa when he is the imposter, it makes it easy to frame him when it's actually Iwa who's the imposter

And no-one believes Tooru 😭😭

Kyoutani has no chill as an imposter

He just murders everyone on sight, right in front of people, too

Kindaichi tends to accuse people with very little evidence, but his instincts are weirdly accurate

Oikawa gets killed almost immediately every game, so if he isn't dead two emergency meetings in, he's 100% an imposter 😭😭

He then goes around as a salty ghost when he's killed off, mumbling to himself about injustice as he refuses to do his tasks and watches the people who voted him off get murdered one by one

Not that anyone's holding a grudge 🙄😂

Oikawa refuses to be purple and always kills whoever is purple first because it reminds him of Ushijima 😭😭

☆ Shiratorizawa ☆

Ushijima refuses to play if he can't be purple give it back. N O W

And it takes him a long time to get used to the game and the rules

'Why are the lights off? What are these tasks? Why is that one flashing at me? Where is med bay? Why can I use this vent? What's this big, red button for?' etc.

You get the idea. Toshi = big noob

He doesn't really understand the concept of lying, either...

He keeps forgetting to mute himself and ends up saying some very incriminating stuff over the mic which has everyone in literal tears from laughter

Tendou is a sneaky S.O.B, using those vents like a pro and gaslighting perfectly innocent people he's a little bloodthirsty, too 🤫

And his initial guesses about who's the imposter are almost always 100% correct Guess Monster, y'all

Goshiki goes around trying to clear people by watching them doing their tasks, especially Ushijima

But then he gets called suspicious for hanging around people too much

The first time an emergency meeting was ever called, Ushijima literally asked "Why is my name in red?" much to everyone's amusement

Everyone's scared of Ushijima when he follows them, but it normally turns out that he just doesn't know where he's going

Shirabu tends to lose his shit when people start accusing him and he's innocent, and will never EVER trust a word that comes out of Goshiki's mouth

Speaking of, Goshiki and Shirabu – boy, do they bicker like eight year-olds, wasting entire voting rounds just arguing with each other 🙄😭

So everyone else decides to vote off one, and then the other at the next meeting 😭😭

Misc.

☆ The Miya twins ☆

Atsumu puts 100% trust in Osamu not to kill him, even if he is the imposter

How could he? He's his brother. His twin. His other half. They share a unique bond–

And then he screams in betrayal when Osamu slaughters him mercilessly 😂😂

Osamu is unaffected by the sudden outburst from his brother's room

Put them together as an imposter duo, though, and you're in for some trouble

They often win by executing a perfect double kill

And they're both pretty good at lying, but Osamu will not hesitate to throw Atsumu under the bus and vote him off if he's being too suspicious or the lobby has turned against him 😂

Ah, the bond of brotherhood 😂

☆ Aone Takanobu ☆

Aone doesn't talk very much

But when he does, his voice is so low and even that nobody ever suspects he's the imposter

I'm thinking like Corpse Husband, if you've seen him playing with Pewds and the gang

It doesn't really occur to people that he could be lying. He seems so trustworthy and honest

Finds it very hard to blame anyone else, though

Is fairly decent as doing his tasks as a crewmate, but it takes him a long time to remember the layouts of the ships

Almost never gets voted off the ship

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Magnus Archives - First Impressions (126-150)

Season 4 is a doozy, but we’re gonna make it through I swear. As usual, as an intro, I had about 75% of the show already spoiled for me and now I’m getting through it and recording my initial comments. Here we gooooo

EP 126 (Sculptor's Tool): - good lord lady leave Gabriel alone he's just trying to learn - ah yes Sannikov Land, my favorite amusement park, I hear their rollercoasters are killer - it's nice that Martin has a pet, even if it is just a tape recorder - hey Peter kick rocks EP 127 (Remains to be Seen): - Ah yes, another letter to Jimmy Magnet - "I want that tree obliterated" - alkjflaskdf this poor random man - Basira's trying that's something - EXCUSE YOU RAT MAN - basIRA TF U DOIN EP 128 (Heavy Goods): - JON LEVELLED UP NICE - and so ends the story of our little cockney couriers :C EP 129 (Submerged) - God can Martin and Jon please be friends again I'm suffering - as someone who lives in a hurricane area this is funny EP 130 (Meat): - wonder what entity this episode's about - AYYYY GERTRUDE - meat pit meat piet meat pit - lmao as much as I rag on Gertrude she's great EP 131 (Flesh): - Jon just casually chopping his fingers off, what an opening - "Melanie I'm trying to chop off my fingers get out of my room" - "I need the Boneturner" "Well guess what buddy it's your lucky day" - "is it gonna hurt" IT'S YOUR RIBS, YOU STUPID MAN, OF COURSE IT'S GONNA HURT EP 132 (Entombed): - COFFIN TIME MOTHERFUCKERS - "i think i'm stuck" just keep digging, just keep digging, just keep digging digging digging - guess y'all are just gonna be roommates now - thank GOD now someone get them some damn water EP 133 (Dead Horse): - father son camping we love to see it - okay but "Everchase" sounds badass - can everyone get along for FIVE MINUTES EP 134 (Time of Revelation): - O O F MARTIN'S INTRO HURT ME PHYSICALLY - oh hey Adelard what's good - New Fear Unlocked! - damn that's a lot of bodies - I'm super interested in this fear study we're getting into - Martin yelling at a full ass avatar is hilarious - OH WAIT MARTIN LEFT THE RECORDERS AWWWWW EP 135 (Dark Matter): - time to go back to spaaaaace - that's an old ass tree - YOOOO THEY JUST TRAPPED SOME RANDOM DUDE ON THIS R O C K E T??????? THAT'S FUCKED OH MY GOOOOOD - Elias is such a s h i t EP 136 (The Puppeteer): - why are we all babysitting daisy she's grown - LMAO JON QUIT COMPELLING EVERYONE - spiiiiider tiiiiiime - jon and daisy being buddies now is actually v nice EP 137 (Nemesis): - OH is this the statement that Gertrude had sent over? Did she record it and just never send it back? - MURDER SHIP MURDER SHIP - nice try Slaughter better luck nex- well just nice try I guess - I mean hey Gertrude was right I guess - they DID have to blow up the Unknowing from the inside - also awwww Gertrude's attached to the lil emo man - ERIC DELANO MENTION I know we're approaching that episode and I am not ready actually EP 138 (The Architecture of Fear): - FINALLY THIS MOTHERFUCKER - lmao what a sad old man, him and leitner would be friends - damn I sure hope Jonah doesn't become an avatar of the eye, that would surely suck EP 139 (Chosen): - AYYYY AGNES! - DIY messiah - I feel so bad for Agnes - Jon is so upset about Martin :C EP 140 (The Movement of the Heavens): - "some weird monster disease" - comet boy's a zombie now, nice - YES THE RIB SCENE - Basira and Jon are gonna kill Santa EP 141 (Doomed Voyage): - oh this is a good title seeing as we were JUST planning to go somewhere - LMAO POOR BASIRA - Jon: my tape recorder senses are tingling - OH SPIRAL? - GOOD POINT JONATHAN!!!! Like I love Basira but he's right, they all can't keep wanting him to use his powers and then also being mad at him for not being human - In the same vein they can't keep praising Gertrude and then getting mad when he acts like her EP 142 (Scrutiny): - "I need to speak to a manager" - Martin: I've decided I am the manager now - "he look like shit? ah that's Jonathan" - awww this poor lady - "no one talks to me anymore" Martin that's not fair you're literally avoiding everyone EP 143 (Heart of Darkness): - there's seeing and then there's Seeing - "eye's peeled" LMAO - ayyyy astrophysics lady - jonny boy please stop trying to look at entity shit it hurts ur eyeballs - AYYY HELEN HOW ARE YOU - helen's just like "did you have fun with your playdate? okay go get your sister and get in the car, I'm making pot roast for dinner" EP 144 (Decrypted): - AYYY NUMBER STATIONS - I diagnose you with doom - Martin stop being a shit EP 145 (Infectious Doubts): - GERTRUDE IS INCREDIBLE AHHH - Gertrude: Banishment ritual complete Mother of Puppets: What was that? Gertrude: Banishment ritual? Mother of Puppets: Say it again, slow, just the first word Gertrude: ...Banishment- Mother of Puppets, binding her to Agnes: Wrong EP 146 (Threshold): - Door Time Door Time - OH IT'S THIS KID - okay funny haha aside I'm trying to be forgiving here but everyone constantly ragging on Jon and making excuses for everyone else is gross EP 147 (Weaver): - I SAID TO LEAVE THIS DUMP ALONE - hehe nice Daisy - stop wanting Jon to use his power and then get mad when it drains him for the love of GOD make up your MINDS - Annabelle is terrifying bye EP 148 (Extended Surveillance): - okay Basira is on my nerves rn but this is pretty great get his ass - god I can't believe I'm saying this but I miss Elias, Ben Meredith is a treasure - god I know why people say to take this season slowly it drains you - AUTO-CANNIBALISM, AMAZING EP 149 (Concrete Jungle): - love Professor Mansplain - okay to be fair if I saw a little stone snake I would also pick it up - I'm starting to feel like Martin like "OKAY PETER I GET IT THE EXTINCTION IS REAL" - "maybe he just needs some help" THEN WHY DON'T YOU HELP HIM, MARTIN?? - lmao martin can go ghost now EP 150 (Cul-De-Sac): - "life is hard" me too Herman me too - the MOOSE - i miss when Jon and Melanie would actually get along sometimes rip

#magnus archives #tma

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His Time In The Commonwealth I: Preston’s Story

so as my beloved fanfiction, The Black Widow’s Waltz, comes to an end, i’ve decided that i am going to re-release the backstory chapters as their own stand-alone fic, since they read well as their own story. before that, i thought i might do a fun little thing where i release each of the companions backstories as their own post here on tumblr under the tag #his time in the commonwealth.

now then, without further ado, please enjoy the first backstory chapter in this new-old little series - Preston.

Preston had known there was something off about his new friend. He liked to believe the best in everyone despite his many, many lessons to the contrary. His infallible minutemen had been whittled down to the last man, betrayed at every turn by the harsh, unforgiving wasteland. He had thought he had reached the end of his story, back against the wall, raiders ready to break down the door - and then along came Nate.

“Nate, what the hell was that?” Preston snapped, marching up to stand beside his friend. Nate stood over a pair of bleeding settlers whose lives had long since been ended by the pistol loosely clutched in Nate's hands. Nate was staring down a third man, whose fingers were wrapped around his mouth, reeling in shock at the sight of his dead comrades. The rain pattered down around them, soaking them all and leaving Nate’s long hair slicked against his back.

Nate looked at Preston, a warm smile on his face as he waved to greet him. The gun in his hand was still warm from the shots that had ended the couple at his feet. “Hey, Preston! I didn’t know you were out here.”

At the time, Preston had been too relieved to question the look of elation on Nate’s face as he slaughtered his way through a platoon of raiders. Preston found death in all its forms distasteful, but it wasn’t as though his hands were clean. As much as he tried to avoid it, there were people who just would not let others go without a fight to the death, and part of being a Minuteman meant shooting down those who were only looking for more violence and bloodshed. Nate had just saved their lives, so far be it from Preston to judge him if he was a little too enthusiastic about killing a couple of raiders here and there.

“You killed them…” The man on the ground murmured, eyes still glued to the corpses of his former friends as the rain splattered mud on their still open eyes. “Oh my god… you- you killed them.”

Nate frowned, looking back down at the man. “If I hadn’t killed them they would have shot you, you know that right?” He chastised the man in a far too callous tone. Preston grit his teeth. “You should be thanking me.”

The man on the ground seemed to falter with his words, looking at Nate as if he might just shoot him out of sheer annoyance. In his defense, Preston wondered the same thing.

It was really unlike him to be this wrong about a person. There were times when Preston would mistake a group of thieves for well-meaning settlers, or sometimes he would talk down a group of raiders only to end up being shot at the moment his back was turned. But lately, it seemed like everyone he trusted ended up being some sort of monster. First, there was Clint, who turned his back on the minutemen only to end up a part of the very gang they were fighting against - now it was Nate, a man Preston thought was his friend.

Preston stepped between Nate and the other man after a moment, unable to predict what his supposed-friend would do next. The man - Jules, he had said his name was - relaxed just a fraction now that he was being guarded. Nate rolled his eyes.

“Don’t be so dramatic, Garvey, he’s a synth,” Nate said. “He got outed to his buddies and they were trying to put a bullet in him. I decided to step in and help.” Preston narrowed his eyes.

“I know, I saw the whole thing,” Preston said.

Despite everything, Nate had managed to charm Preston. He was a bit like a kid - having just woken up from 200 years on ice with barely any memories intact. It made him the perfect blank slate to imprint the values of the minutemen onto. Perhaps it was a bit manipulative, but Preston knew it was the right choice. Even though amnesia had stolen most of his life, Nate still held on to incredible talents with guns and knives and endurance like he'd never seen before. Preston brought Nate on several of his missions, helping settlements and clearing out raiders who were threatening innocent people. Nate was ruthless in combat, yet managed to have a softer spoken side to himself that made people want to trust him. He was the perfect candidate to become the next general and lead the minutemen back from the brink of obscurity.

Except…

“Then why are you so upset, I don’t get it?” Nate said. His tone was like a toddler after being scolded and hearing the sound from a grown man unsettled Preston greatly.

“It didn’t have to end that way,” Preston said. “I’ve seen the way you talk to people - you could have easily convinced them to walk away, Nate. Why did you kill them?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Nate asked, crossing his arms. Preston’s jaw dropped at the audacity of the statement.

While Nate was good with words, it seemed he rarely wanted to actually talk his way out of a fight. In fact, when given the choice, Nate almost always chose violence rather than peace. It was helpful when fighting raiders and gunners, but his thirst for violence became far more problematic when the infamous gray line appeared. Preston had watched as Nate put a bullet between the eyes of a young man who had made the mistake of joining up with raiders in hopes of providing for his family. Nate hadn’t even tried to talk the kid down before reaching for his gun. Even at the time, Preston couldn’t shake the feeling that something about the whole exchange was wrong .

“Nate, goddamnit, you are a Minuteman!” Preston snapped. He stepped forward harshly, splashing through puddles so that he stood mere inches away from the other man. Nate, still seeming confused, cocked his head to the side. “Do you even remember what that means? We are servants of the people - all people. You can’t just go around solving all your problems by shooting them .”

“And again I ask - why. not?” Nate said slowly, as if Preston was the one acting irrational. “Killing two assholes threatening an innocent synth doesn’t seem that far out of line from the Minutemen code.”

“They didn’t have to die,” Preston said, voice wavering. Droplets of water pooled at the brim of his hat, falling down out of time with the rest of the rain. He was desperate to make this man understand, desperate to see in Nate what he’d seen when they first met. But there was nothing in those eyes that stared back at him. No kindness, no mercy, no soul behind the blue irises that looked him over, as if calculating the best placement for a bullet in his skull.

And yet, even as doubts began to overcome all other thoughts, Preston found himself alone with Nate at the end of the day, laughing with him, drinking with him. Nate never seemed to be able to get drunk, which made him fun to have around at bars. Preston’s heart would flutter every time the man’s hand would brush his, or when he saw Nate dive in front of him to take a bullet so Preston could keep firing. Preston had gone most of his life without falling in love - he had dedicated himself so fully to his cause, the thought of romance just never appeared for him like it did for others. Was this what it was like to have a crush? When he had drunkenly pecked Nate on the lips after their first successful recruitment, had that meant something? When Nate took his hand while they were alone and walking through the Commonwealth, did that mean he liked him?

Was this what it was like to be in love?

Was this what it was like to have your heart broken?

The silence stretched between them, the only sound was that of the rain splattering against accumulating puddles. Finally, Preston couldn’t bear to look at Nate anymore. He turned around, offering a hand to the traumatized synth who was still shivering under his soaked jacket.

“I- I swear- I’m not with the Institute,” He said as he took Preston’s hand. “Please, please believe me. I just want to get to Bunker Hill.”

“It’s alright, I believe you,” Preston said, forcing himself to smile. “The name’s Preston Garvey, Commonwealth Minutemen. We help people in trouble.”

“Jules,” The synth said with a nod. “I… I could use some directions, actually.”

“Sure thing,” Preston said. “There’s a settlement not too far from here. Let’s get out of the rain and we’ll see about getting you where you need to go.”

“Thanks,” He said. Jules threw one last look at his fallen comrades, a myriad of complex emotions crossing his face. Preston felt his heart clench. He knew what it felt like to be betrayed.

“I’ll get someone to come by later and bury them,” He promised. “Do you have everything you need?”

Jules nodded, shrugging the pack he’d been carrying on his shoulder. Preston gave him a reassuring nod and turned to lead the way. “Follow me.”

Preston walked past Nate, managing to keep from meeting his eyes. He didn’t think he could stomach seeing him right then. Jules kept his head down, muttering a soft, hesitant ‘thanks’ to Nate as they passed.

“We’ll talk about this later,” Preston said, walking off towards Sunshine Tidings. He could imagine the irate look on the face of his fellow minuteman, he didn’t need to turn around to see it.

It wasn’t until he heard the resounding click of a 10mm gun being cocked that Preston turned around to face his murderer.

#his time in the commonwealth #the black widow's waltz #my writing #fallout 4 #fo4 #fallout #fallout 4 fanfic #fo4 fanfic #fallout fanfic #fallout 4 fanfiction #fo4 fanfiction #fallout fanfiction #preston garvey #fanfiction #fanfic #no warnings apply #just some good ol' angst #<3

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Watta Plays: Dragon Quest Starter Sentences

So. One of my best friends has his own YouTube channel. And to show my support and to get his channel out there because if anyone deserves a spotlight, it's him, I figured why not bring in some highlights as sentence starters for people? Useable for writing prompts and rp purposes! Please feel free to reblog, change pronouns as needed and please go check out my buddy Watta Plays!

This may/will contain spoilers from Dragon Quest XI S. This post also covers quotes from episodes 1-12 of the playthrough.

"Oh, that's not odd."

"Oh, okay! Okay! Just a couple of Headless Horsemen! Nothing to be afraid of, nothing to worry about, just....oh boy."

"Hey, isn't that the guy from Smash Bros?"

"You're not nearly as important as that doggo, I am so sorry."

"That doggo requires my attention."

"I'm gonna love it here. I'm home."

"You made me talk to you for irrelevant information. You're first on The List."

"Aw, come on! They're not monsters! They're just...little blobs of joy and happiness!"

"Ah, medicinal -- medicinal herbs -- right, yeah. Yes, yes, medicinal. Strictly medicinal purposes, those herbs. Yes. Understood. Understandable. Have a nice day."

"You're uh...you're not the strongest fighter...are you."

"Is this town just a cult?"

"This music tells me Boss Fight."

"Oh this is some Sly Cooper shit right here."

"This music is giving me some anxiety."

"No, no, no we're going to worry about that now! What the hell was that? No, no, we're not going to wait until later. You tell me what that is, you tell me what that is right now!"

"(Name)? (Name)! You can't leave me like that!"

"There was no Christopher Columbus. He was a lie. A big fat phony."

"Excuse the what now?"

"I know I've been making a lot of Zelda references, but..."

"This isn't gonna be like Kingdom Hearts, where I take a ride to the island and I never see or hear from you again, right?"

"This is triggering a lot of my danger alarms."

"You know my memory is as foggy as those wind spirits up there."

"Let me get this straight. You tell me not to spend it all in one place, and direct me to the exact place in which I can spend it all in one place?"

"So I have to confess my sins to save the game."

"Can we go back to the part where you found me in a river??"

"Aw, sweetie. I've already forgotten you."

"I certainly hope I don't end up regretting that."

"What's so great about the pendant?"

"They've got four chandeliers and a balcony. If that's not fancy, I don't know what is."

"Oh, I already don't like you, friend."

"Why do I have a feeling he's going to slaughter everyone there?"

"Making a racket WILL help me!"

"You're gonna free me, right? You're not gonna kill me, yeah??"

"How long were you in there to dig that big of a hole?"

"Guess I should have accepted those quests before I became public enemy number one."

"Where the hell is that organ music coming from?"

"The rule of three doesn't matter here, don't give me a rule of three!"

"I don't wanna be Kentucky Fried Hero!"

"I would rather not be impaled today, thank you."

"I can't go back to the slammer! I did my time! ...Except that I didn't do my time."

"I think your brain map is kind of out of date."

"Can you just carry me? I need you to carry me."

"Damn, those archers scare the shit out of me."

"Famous last words; I'm gonna be fine."

"I thought it was gonna be a little secret chest alcove, I didn't think he was gonna be there!"

"You said you got jailed a year ago, do you think it's still there?"

"I bet you there's some regret in there."

"So guard boy likes money...oh, and hot singles in your area."

"I still don't trust him. Never trust a merchant. Then again, never trust big money."

"Why are appearing everywhere I go?? And in the most random places?"

"His eyes follow me. Oh, I don't like that. I don't like that at all. I'm getting out of here, I'm not dealing with that."

"Welp, I guess we're heading out at night. That's a spooky thought."

"Now I'm really gonna wish I had that sword."

"It's fine! Kid's not dead! All is good!"

"It's the hot single in our area!"

"Alright, you and me, (name), against the world! Or, rather...against...the government?"

"Oh God, what the hell are you!?"

"I hope that's not gonna come back to bite me in the ass."

"Screw it! Screw it! We'll just fight everything not super dangerous along the way!"

"I don't wanna risk him living to see another day."

"Discount goods??? Discount goods!!!"

"Oh, get a little pep in your step, buddy!"

"The pep is real!!"

"Don't antagonize them! You, like -- you almost died!!"

"What are these little goblinoid things??"

"It's hideous! But...yet...I'm intrigued."

"That's definitely not a good thing, but goddamn if it isn't funny."

"Everything went perfectly, according to plan! Everything!"

"Poor lumberjack doggo."

"Oh, WE'RE the cheeky devils??"

"OKAY, so he's got multi target attacks and he uses fire! Good to know, good to know."

"He'll die by my hand!! MY HAND!!"

"Is that a cow?? What's a cow doing here???"

"TALKING COW! TALKING COW! WHAT THE HELL!? TALKING COW!?"

"Also money. Don't forget money. I would like some money."

"Yeah, I know, my hair is marvelous and magnificent."

"I mean, I'm fine with it if you wanna stay here and praise me for the ends of all eternity. I'm perfectly fine with that."

"O, great angel of the church, I murdered a man today."

"I murdered a demon in cold blood. That's probably a good thing. That's probably what God would want me to do but, you know."

"I'm about to make pulled pork outta these guys."

"Everything's fine. Nobody's dead today."

"Holy shit, did I travel back in time!?"

"I was joking when I said I'd forget about you guys!"

"I don't think I need to confess my sins this time."

"Yeah, I joked about it a lot, so maybe that why it hurts, but..."

"Third rule of RPGs: always check behind the waterfalls."

"You'd think that living this close to a river, or to a lake or something, they would have taught you how to swim."

"Sorry (name), we're gonna leave you in my dust."

"I don't wanna have to look up a guide for something this stupid."

"Holy shit, I'M the heir to the throne!?"

"But, (name), grudges are the best things to bear! It's so fun to bear a grudge!"

"I need revenge, man."

"When you say rightfully yours...you mean that you rightfully stole it."

"Let's teach those assholes a lesson!"

"What a perfect time to raid a government facility for an item that was once stolen, that we're now stealing again."

"You're gonna carry me through this dungeon, right?"

"Oh, it's just a corpse."

"Oh, you're not tricky devils. You're just little devils."

"I don't know what that is, but I gotta fight it."

"How deep does this thing go?? It's like a fucking pyramid in here."

"Hell yeah! We're not dying today, boyos!!"

"He's actually rabid, oh no."

"Kinda unfortunate, but, I mean, I'll take it."

"That wad quite a teleport, young man."

"I have stolen his secret stash!!"

"I don't know if my heart can handle another chase scene!"

"Why are they hiding a dragon under the capital? Like, seriously?"

"Hello, snail!"

"This party is an equal opportunity provider."

"Come down here so I can smack ya ass."

"You're not Minotaur Man! You're an imposter!"

"This is a bar. I don't think this is where I'm supposed to be."

"That's why they sound so weird! They're speaking in haiku!"

"This dude has seen some shit."

"I'm ready for my indoctrination, Mr. Cult Leader."

#sentence starters #writing prompts #rp ask meme #rp prompts #rp sentence starters #watta plays #starfire prompts #dragon quest #dragon quest spoilers

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hello-im-not-a-possum · 4 years

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I read the book a while ago and DCTL!Sammy was so frustrating that as a Sammy fan, I need to rant about him.

The man in the book may have had his name, but that thing was not the Sammy Lawrence I knew and loved.

First off: What the fuck? No seriously, what the actual fuck. Who the fuck is this man and what has he done with Sammy? Lets take all the Sammys we’ve seen in canon and compare them:

Tapes!Sammy: A tired, annoyed and bitter musician who is done with the shit his boss is putting him through. He sounds like he has bags under his eyes and is wearing a perfected a Customer Service Smile(TM) during work hours. 10/10 would pay to listen to him bitch about Joey in the break room.

Chapter 2!Sammy: Creepy, dramatic, stupidly trying to get a demon to notice him, and a ham of a villain. Judging by the phrase “He will set US free” pared with the fact we find out he lives in the village built by the searchers and lost ones and that he appears to he their leader, it seems like in universe, he’s the only one who cares about these miserable, once human creatures enough to actively help them. Even Allison Angel and Tom Boris, the ‘good’ guys, slaughter them mercilessly in their own home after they kill their leader. 10/10, fucking superb you funky little cultist man. (Henry gets a pass because he’s just trying to live and appears to show more empathy to them/guilt to them: ‘I’m sorry I had to do that, nice hat though’, ‘please don’t cry’, to himself: ‘you bring death’ ‘once people, now fallen into despair’)

Hot Topic Q&A!Sammy: still creepy, but this man is a delight. He’s kind, he’s encouraging, he praises his fellow employees often, he’s passionate about his work and he has a wonderful sense of humor. We learn that he has memory problems but he’s trying his best. If this is what he’s normally like then I’m not surprised that the searchers/lost ones are willing to risk their lives to avenge him and I feel bad for him. 11/10, best sympathetic villain I’ve seen in years, would take him on a date to Coney Island.

Chapter 5!Sammy: Full of unbridled rage and pain after being betrayed. Attacks Henry on sight and we learn that he doesn’t like being seen without his mask. I don’t know what set him off this badly but I wish I did. 7/10, could’ve been better.

Employee Handbook!Sammy: Calling people sheep pre-ink is pretty weird to see from him considering that it’s an insult here and a term of endearment during the Q&A and I hope he’s either being sarcastic or is being blackmailed by Joey. 7/10, stop simping for Drew’s dick, king you deserve better wages, a better workplace, and a better boss.

DCTL!Sammy: I legit cringed every time he showed up and had to put the book down for a bit because he was just that unpleasant. Like Chapter 5!Sammy he is full of rage, unlike Chapter 5!Sammy he’s just lashing out at absolutely everyone and is a complete jackass who is also implied to be a bigot. The only thing this Sammy has in common with the other Sammys is his name, music and calling people ‘sheep’. If nobody said his name I’m pretty sure we’d all 100% accept that this is an entirely different character and that Sammy died before Buddy showed up. He’d be a terrible character who I’m pretty sure everybody would love to hate, but a different character nonetheless. His only redeeming quality is that he drinks ink and I think that’s kinda funny. -100/10, who are you and what have you done to my himbo ink husband?

Apparently, according to themeatly, DCTL!Sammy’s bad behavior is the ink making him more aggressive, and he disrespects Tom’s Job, not his skin color. I could buy those two points out of context as Sammy hates the pipes and pump switch in his office, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he took his anger out on Tom because he can’t do shit to Joey and Tom’s the one who installed the pipes/pump switch in his office. And I assume getting your flesh slowly but steadily transmuted into ink feels terrible and therefore, more likely to lash out more often.

But then why do we get the lines “What’s the matter Mr. Lawrence? Not used to giving someone like me respect?” (when Tom is talking to Sammy) and “I remembered Sammy calling the man from gent “Tom” and not “Mr. Conner” and I wondered if this was a habit of his. If this was what he did with everyone. Or maybe...how had Jacob put it in the bar about women and black people not getting the same respect” (Buddy thinking while watching Sammy talk to Abby)

How come we don’t get a non-inked DCTL!Sammy to compare to inked DCTL!Sammy? Why do we ONLY get the vile-behaving venom-spitting DCTL!Sammy? The audience might see the change in behavior and automatically think “Oh fuck something supernatural is going on” but this is a prequel story! we already know shit’s gonna go down! In story the characters could chalk it up to “Oh he’s probably being shitter than usual because he’s under a lot more stress than usual.” Or something like that.

What especially pisses me off is how EASY it would be to fix the bigot problem! What if we took the lines and changed them to: “What’s the matter Mr. Lawrence? Not used to giving a blue collar like me respect?” (So that it establishes that it IS the job and not the skin Sammy has a problem with like themeatly had wanted us to read it as apparently.) and “I Remembered Sammy calling the man “Tom” and not “Mr. Conner” and I wondered if this was a habit of his. If this is what he did with everyone. If it was, then how come he never calls me by my name?” He’d still be an asshole but at least he’d be a less shitty one.

Speaking of which, lets talk about something that I’ve never seen anybody else comment on: the fact he treats our protagonist Buddy with so much more disrespect than I’ve seen every other character in the book. It’s not just me, right? Was I really the only one who noticed this?

While Sammy does call everybody by their first names, (Joey, Tom, and Abby) the exception to this rule appears to be Daniel “Buddy” Lewek, whom he instead calls “Art Department”, while the other characters are referred to casually instead of properly, they at least are called their own names, poor Buddy gets a nickname based off of which part of the studio he works in.

Right off the bat, when Buddy helps DTCL!Sammy get the ink out of his face do you know what he immediately does afterwards? Does he say “Thanks for the help”, “Oh hey, you’re new.”, “I swear those pipes will kill me one day, good thing it wasn’t today” or anything else like that? nope!

He just drags Buddy to the closet and he forces him to clean up the ink. In the employee handbook, we know that only Wally is allowed to clean up ink-related messes and it’s fair to assume that Sammy knows this so why is he breaking the rules by forcing Buddy to clean the ink for just being at the wrong place at the wrong time? He didn’t even apologize for his behavior anywhere, he just intimidates Buddy and later in the book attempts to kill him for Bendy.

In conclusion: I am frustrated and this is not my inky himbo music man.

#sammy lawrence #buddy lewek #dreams come to life #dctl spoilers #bendy and the ink machine

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lolathepeacocklord · 4 years

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SCP-096 headcanons! Pt 2

I have returned with more HCs for the lanky baby! This part will cover more of his relationships, along with a romantic one~! Also don’t be afraid to reblog and drop you own HCs for me to see! Enjoy the post.

1- Whenever a person views 096′s face, he suddenly begins to have flashbacks of memories when he was younger. Due to certain... Events that occurred in his life, he really can’t remember who he was and therefore can’t really understand what he’s flashing back to.

But the memories still cause him severe emotional and psychological torture, and the only way he knows to stop it is by killing 096-1. Moments after their death the memories will fade away, and he returns back to his natural state of being an emotional wreck.

2- 035, 049, and 096′s relationship was quickly noticed by the foundation- causing the personnel to schedule many interviews, and struck up many questions. The interviews never seemed to get too much information out of them. But they DID find out they were all extremely protective of each other.

One doctor attempted to interview 096, of course, with a bag on the poor guy’s head. As she continued to speak to him about 049, one sentence sounded vaguely threatening- and that’s all it took to send him into a blind rage and slaughter her.

In another breach when they met up once again 096 ran straight towards 049 and hugged him tightly, sobbing and screaming out he thought they did something to him... The three all had thought the same thing after their interviews.

3- Now let’s talk about 173. In a site blackout 096 just wandering around, and walked in on peanut boy crunching up some D-boys, and he turned around like “Oh! Hey there, lanky dude.” 096 was aware of a few dangerous SCPs in his area and was very wary of 173, not taking his eyes off of him for even a second.

The two talked to each other for a little while, and explored the site a bit. 173 was actually pretty chill to just about anyone who wasn’t a D-boy or foundation personnel- and pretty much all humans in general. So they hit it off right off the bat.

In a few other containment breaches and/or blackouts they liked to meet up again and just hang out. After a while 096 trusted 173 enough to show him his face, and 173 was like “Huh. Well you didn’t really have much to hide there, buddy!”

The two definitely became besties. 049 and 035 were very proud he had made a friend. 173 was a bit of a troublemaker, but they knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t hurt 096. So this was a good step in the lanky boy’s life.

4- And now 106. Oh Larry... Where to begin with these two? Well 096 was watching 173 zoom around at extreme speeds and snap people necks. After a bit 096 noticed something odd. There was a strange, putrid smell nearby, and he turned around to see a black puddle on the floor.

At first he thought nothing of it. It was when some dude started emerging from it that it scared the shit out of him. The lanky boy immediately retreated behind his peanut pal and they watched the practically naked man step out of the puddle.

173 was pretty hyped to see 106 and just exclaimed “Oh! Sup Larry!?” The old man chuckled, and noticed the shaking skinny man with a paper bag on his head. 096 was very aware of what 106 could do, and what he has done. So their relationship was going to take some time to become solid.

035 was the first to know his son met the old man, and he panicked a bit. But he of course hid it with overconfidence as usual. And 106 was a good friend of his, so he wanted to trust he wouldn’t try anything with 096. But him and 049 were still very wary of the old war veteran.

Surprisingly, 173 was very eager to have the two become friends. And 106 was actually quite interested in 096 as well. But 096 was still very unsure and low-key really scared of him. So like I said, this relationship would take time. But in the end it would be worth it. Very worth it...

I DID A PART 2 ON SOMETHING, LET’S GOOOOOOOO!!!!

I’m super proud of how I did on this part and I’m very excited to add more details on 096′s relationships with his whole weird family. Him and Larry was definitely something I’ve been looking forward to writing about for a while... And please leave your own HCs and opinions on his relationships with these SCPs, so I may consider every detail and think deeper into these characters.

And with that, I hope you enjoyed part 2. See you in part 3!

#scp #secure contain protect #headcanon #scp 173 #scp 106 #scp 096 #scp 035 #scp 049 #096 headcanons #106x096 #scp foundation #the shy guy

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