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charliedawn · 2 years

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OKAY!! YAY! Okay I have a request. Reader is bestfriends with Freddy and really likes Freddy just to realize he doesn't like her back the same way she does and it breaks readers heart and it causes her to go into a depressive mode. During that she sees him with someone else kissing them and being intimate and affectionate with them and it hurts them even more. She has mental breakdowns whenever shes alone and since their bestfriends he always asks her to hang out and stuff and she makes up lies/excuses to not see him bc of her broken heart. It ends up pissing Freddy off more than usual so he confronts her about it and sees her crying and tries to comfort her.

Freddy was always good to you, or at least he thought he was ? He tried to be patient and as understanding as he could be..But, he wanted more than just a friend. He had thought about asking you out ? But, the thought itself made him laugh each time. Yeah..Old, decaying and murdering a**hole ?! Who could possibly refuse ?! This is why he decided to accept a random hooker's offer when he was drunk in the street and could barely stand on his own. He just wanted to forget his sh*tty life for just a moment and have a good time. And, then he saw you. How you knew where to find him ? He didn't have a clue. He just knew that he f*cked up badly when he saw you ran away with tears in your eyes.

"Wait..!"

He shouted after you. He wanted to stop you and say that he was sorry..but he fell on his face instead. He couldn't catch up to you, not like that anyway..He groaned and fell asleep on the concrete, only to be woken up by the woman who he was kissing a second ago.

"Hey ! You need to pay me !"

He stood up and put some cash in the woman's hand before wobbling to his car. He knew he couldn't come back to you like this, and he was too scared to even face you so, he just kept drinking and hoped to be drunk enough for all of his problems to just disappear. It usually worked. Alcool is the best medicine to mistakes. He crashed the car, unsurprisingly not dying in the process and spent the rest of the night wandering, until he finally got to his home and collapsed on the couch, wondering what kind of excuse he would come up with tomorrow ?

A week later :

He knew that you would be upset..But it never crossed his mind that you could actually be so mad at him that you would stop talking to him completely. He tried to get into your dreams at night, but he failed the few times he tried and had left enough messages on your phone for it to have no space anymore.

"Hey, sweetheart..It's me again ? I don't know if you'll listen to this message but, please call me ? I don't know what I've done to make you so angry. But, I really don't like it when we're fighting. It's your buddy, Freddy. Please..Pick up."

But, you don't. You're too upset to talk or even see him. You've been eating take-out for three days, just so you wouldn't see him at the local store or in the street..You even tried to stay awake so he wouldn't try to get into your head ! You know that Freddy is your best friend and you should be happy for him..but the pain remains. It hurts. It hurts so much because you know that—if you only asked—he wouldn't hesitate to give you what you want..but would it really be what you want ? The man would flirt, kiss and fool around with you..but, would he love you ? The answer is so obvious it hurts you even more. Freddy is many things, and predictable is one of them. You can already see his awkward smile when you would confess as he would try to sound genuine in his apology when he would eventually dump you..You wouldn't be able to handle it. You can feel your heart racing in your chest and tears threatening to spill at the corner of your eyes as exhaustion and pain take their toll on you. You scream your frustration out and grip the sides of your head tightly and curl up into a ball on your bed, wrapped in your blankets as you try not to think about Freddy. However, you eventually fall asleep.

When you wake up, you're in his nightmare realm. Suddenly, an arm wraps around you from behind.

"Gotcha !"

You would recognize that heavy accent anywhere. You try to get out of his grip, but he is stronger than you and you can only stand still while he waits for you to calm down.

"Are ya gonna explain yo' self or am I supposed to read your mind and find out why you've been ignoring me for a week by myself ?"

You're so angry..You usually don't mind when he threatens you of intruding your mind, since you know he won't really do it. But, it only fuels the fire in your chest as you give him a kick where the sun doesn't shine with the heel of your foot. The man finally releases you to hold his family jewels rather comically, but his eyes clearly show that he isn't amused as he spats.

"What the f*ck was that for ?!"

You bite your lower lip and pinch yourself to wake up, but realize with horror that you can't, as you're too tired to wake up and Freddy stands up to grab you by the back of the neck, forcing you to look at him in the eyes.

"Listen here, b*tch..I don't know what made you think that it was okay to mess with me ?! But, I'm tired of you game of hide and seek and I think it's high time you tell what the f*ck you want ?!"

Suddenly, the pain and anger you feel come tumbling down your lips as you scream, outraged.

"What I want..WHAT I WANT, FREDDY ?!"

He is surprised by your sudden outburst as you suddenly slap his arm away.

"I'll tell you what I want, Freddy ! I want you to stop being a jerk ! I want you to get your sh*t together and ask me out ! I want my ol' pal Freddy to stop fooling around behind my back because he doesn't want to hurt my feelings ! I want you to tell me what you feel about me, Freddy ! I'm tired of waiting, and so is my heart ! And I...!"

You don't get to finish that sentence as you feel a panic attack taking over you. You have trouble breathing and you hyperventilate as you grip the fabric over your heart tightly. Sh*t..It's your last thought before you pass out, which is pretty funny since you're already technically sleeping ? However, Freddy quickly understands that you're not faking and quickly gets out of your head to appear right next to you.

"Ssh..It's okay. I'm here. Ain't going anywhere..Just, please wake up love. Breathe. Do something !"

He starts looking around frantically for a solution and considers calling an ambulance when you wake up with a loud gasp and look up to see Freddy's worried face.

"Ya alright there, sweetheart ?"

Unbeknownst to him that the mere sight of him succeeds in making you panic again and your heart beat widely in your chest as you stammer.

"I..I don't..I don't know what..What just happened ?!"

At your question, Freddy pretends to think about it before answering you with a small smile.

"Huh...? Pretty sure you just confessed to me ? It was one hell of a speech. Very eloquent.."

You groan in annoyance at his sarcasm as he chuckles, still holding you in his arms as you try to turn away in order not to face him. But, Freddy has other plans as he stands up and lays on your bed, patting the space next to him.

"Come on, you're too tired to have this discussion. I'm pretty sure the dark circles underneath your eyes are not normal for a human. It's nap nap time. What ? Never had a man in your bed before, is that it ?"

His joke would have made you laugh if you didn't feel so bad, knowing that you can't escape this time. Plus, he's right. You're exhausted and your bed looks heavenly from where you're standing. You sit down next to him and try to lay down as far as you can from him, but he doesn't let you as he pulls you towards him so your back is right against his torso as he nuzzles your neck and whispers.

"So..Wanna talk about it ?"

You don't respond and Freddy sighs before wrapping his arms around you.

"Come on..Why didn't you want me to find out anyways ? Aren't I the one who's supposed to ask you out ? Why didn't you tell me ? Would have spared us both some time.."

You close your eyes and think of all the things that could go wrong and the many many ways you could end up heartbroken.

"I..I don't want you to leave me.."

His eyes widen at your confession and he dares laugh as you glare at him from over your shoulder. He quickly explains.

"Me ? Leaving you ? Are you serious ?! I would never..I mean—I probably would with anyone else—never with you. Heck, you may be the only human being I find decent !"

You grin at the compliment, but the image of the woman from before comes back to mind and your mood sours as you ask.

"And her ? Who was she ?"

He arks an eyebrow, having completely forgotten about the hooker.

"Who ?"

You eyes darken as you remember them making out in the alley closest to your place of work.

"Seriously ? You don't remember..The woman I saw you with !"

He seems to finally get it and shakes his head in disbelief.

"The hooker ?! Come on ! Give me a break ! A man's gotta have some kind of relief sometimes ! You didn't look interested, so I had to go somewhere else !"

You flush at the implication and ask sheepishly, suddenly lacking words.

"Did you..Hum..You know ?"

He deadpans for a second before bursting out laughing and releasing you in the process to sit up and tilt his head to look at you, his eyes almost shining with mirth in the dark of your room.

"Really ?! Yes..I did have s*x before. I wasn't always disfigured and ugly as a rat's a** ! I'm not a prude and I've had s*x with plenty of people before !"

He seems proud of it, but it only makes you more nervous.

"How can I be sure that you won't leave me then ? I'm not your first anything. I'm not special.."

He frowns as you seem to really be worried that he would leave you at some point ? Not that he blames you..He wouldn't trust himself either. He lays back down with a loud thud, staring at the ceiling to search for an answer to give you.

"I mean..You're my first human friend since I came back to life ? That must count for something, right ?"

You smile at that and turn around to look him in the eyes as he seems more nervous than you now. You put your hand on his arm and squeeze it lightly to reassure him a bit.

"Hey..I'm glad that I got to meet you..You're my friend. You will always be..No matter if you love me or not ? I'll be there."

He looks at your hand on his arm and can’t help the warm feeling from invading his whole being as he tries to understand what he should do next ? Should he ask you out now ? Embrace you and never let you go ? Kiss you ? His eyes linger on your lips for a second and he wets his with his tongue, groaning when he sees you do the same. He leans forward and you don't back away. However, he looks away at the last moment and rest his hands on your hips before putting his forehead against yours.

“Sh*t..I’m not good at this. Caring for someone is hard. What am I supposed to do ? I never truly cared about anyone before. I don't want to screw this up..”

You smile fondly and take him by surprise when you kiss the tip of his nose.

"How about we get to discover that together ? I won't let you screw this up."

You wrap your arms around him and nestle your face in the crook of his neck before muttering.

"But, right now ? I want to sleep..And since it's your fault I've been unable to sleep for the past few days ? You're gonna lay there and let me use you as a pillow.."

Freddy should be mad..You're the one who kept him at bay for the past few days ! But, he just humphs in approval before closing his eyes..He's tired too.

"Goodnight, pain in the ass.."

You snort before replying.

"Yeah..Love you too."

He waits a few seconds before smiling to himself and whispering.

"Yeah..That too.."

You then both fall asleep in each other's arms.

#freddy krueger x reader #fandoms #imagine #fanfic #slashers au #slashers #freddy krueger

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

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Acting Out

so this was inspired by the stream Tango did on 29/06/21. first of all, go watch it bc it’s one of the best streams i’ve ever seen. extremely entertaining. and this thing does contain spoilers for it.

but essentially my brain went “what if that stream… but angst?” and so this was born :)

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Tango trudges all the way back to the boatem village, with nothing but unenchanted iron armour and a nearly broken iron sword. The whiplash of emotions he’s experienced tonight has all but drained his energy AND his inventory. Now, he has nothing left to lose.

Tango steps out of the portal and immediately heads for Impulse’s house. He digs through the chest that holds the random pieces of enchanted diamond armour that Impulse looted from the End and puts on a full set, not even bothering to check the enchantments. As he heads outside, he happens to glance over and spot an empty area that he knows used to hold something important. “Oh, wow, look at that. Nothing there.”

“Hi,” says Pearl cautiously, appearing from near her house. “Um… isn’t that Impulse’s armour?”

“Maybe.” Tango’s tone oozes with passive-aggression. “By the way, that’s a great area over there. A real great area. Nothing built there, not even lit up.”

Pearl follows his gaze and glances back at him, realising what he means. “Oh, uh…”

“Tango?” Impulse approaches them, glancing warily between the two. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here for my stuff,” Tango replies. “Is that too much to ask? Are you boatem folk in the habit of murdering people and holding their stuff hostage forever?”

“I’ll remind you that not only were you the one to kill first, you were also the one to steal first,” retorts Pearl.

“I just wanted Scar’s hat. What’s the big deal?” Tango shoots Impulse a scowl. “Where did Timmy go?”

“What?”

“Timmy. The pig. Lived in an amethyst hut. Sound familiar?”

“Oh! Uh…” Impulse shoots a worried look at Pearl. “He’s… um… He’s fine. We… We just…”

“Just what?” Tango takes an aggressive step closer to Impulse, before shaking his head and turning away. “Oh nevermind, don’t worry about it. All fine.”

“Tango, you’re scaring me,” Impulse says slowly. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah! Yeah, all good!” Tango gives an exaggerated grin. “I’ve only died, what, five times in the last half hour? Lost all my gear twice, gained and lost an unspeakably important advantage, and now I’m back here and it turns out my best friend may have murdered my pig? That’s nothing. I feel nothing.”

“I think it’s time for you to leave,” says Pearl firmly. “We’ve all gone a bit too far tonight but it’s time for you to go home. I’ll drop your stuff off tomorrow.”

“What, giving up?” Tango says tauntingly. “We didn’t even get to fight properly today, Pearl.”

Pearl’s voice hardens. “That can be arranged.”

“Pearl-,” Impulse starts.

“I’m sorry, Impulse, but he’s barged in here uninvited twice tonight and now he’s waltzing around in YOUR armour. I can’t just let that slide.”

“Ah, I think I’m just gonna go.”

Tango starts to walk off but Pearl steps into his path, drawing the string back on her bow. “Tango, leave Impulse’s armour.”

“Oh, you want me to leave it? I’ll put it back right where it belongs.”

He moves close to the boatem hole and throws a couple of apples into it.

“Stop it! Just give the armour back.”

Tango just grins at her. “But I’m putting it back where it belongs.”

“I will push you in this hole,” Pearl threatens. “Is that what you want?”

“Go ahead,” Tango taunts. “Hit me in. It’s only Impulse’s stuff and a bunch of crappy iron gear. Do it.”

As Pearl hesitates, Tango lunges for the bow in her hand.

Then Impulse appears out of nowhere and barges into Tango, knocking him backwards into the hole.

Tango fell out of the world

He respawns back in the underground part of his base.

The first thought in his mind is I don’t think I’m getting my stuff back.

He gets up out of his bed and starts rifling through his chests. There’s not a lot of iron in there, and there’s even fewer diamonds. Maybe letting himself fall into the void with his backup iron gear on him was not a good idea.

His communicator buzzes.

<impulseSV> Are you at home now, Tango?

Tango rolls his eyes and decides not to reply.

Unfortunately, he’s so engrossed in his stewing emotions that he misses the telltale hissing sound until it’s too late.

Tango was blown up by creeper

When he wakes up, Tango finds himself not on his bed but on the cold grass floor, and he doesn’t have the energy to get up. He lies still, letting his emotions bleed out onto the grass.

That’s his seventh death in less than an hour. Essentially one death per ten minutes. He’s utterly exhausted, mentally and physically.

He doesn’t want to play this game anymore.

<PearlescentMoon> Tango, are you okay? Do you need help?

<impulseSV> Are you okay?

Tango ignores his communicator going off.

<impulseSV> Tango, please answer us. We’re worried about you.

<impulseSV> Okay, coming over.

After a while, Tango heaves himself to a sitting position and checks his communicator. Realising his friend is probably almost to his house, he gets to his feet and heads for the stairs, but it’s too late.

“Tango, are you okay?” comes Impulse’s voice from the doorway.

Tango pauses and gives a sigh. “I’m fine. I didn’t have anything on me to lose.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

Impulse moves closer to him and places his hand on his shoulder. “You’ve been so weird tonight and I’m more than a little worried about you.”

Tango shoves Impulse’s hand away. “Leave me alone.”

“No.” Impulse takes hold of Tango’s shoulders and tries to hold him in place. “Tango-!”

Tango fights against his friend, trying to shove him away. “Get off me! I don’t wanna see you!”

“Talk to me, buddy!” Impulse begs. “Please!”

“Leave me alone!”

“But WHY?! Why do you suddenly hate me?!”

“I-!” Tango breaks off as tears threaten his vision. “I can’t be your enemy in another war, Impulse! I-I just can’t!”

Impulse freezes. “What…?”

Tango can’t help a sob. “It just feels like another war is brewing and we’re gonna end up on opposite sides AGAIN and I just can’t do it, Impulse! I can’t fight you again!”

“Tango…”

Impulse falls silent as he realises that this explains his best friend’s actions tonight. When something is seriously bothering Tango, he goes a little stir crazy and starts acting out. A similar thing happened in the early stages of season 6’s prank war and season 7’s turf war. Tango clearly senses that another conflict is about to arise, and it’s making him anxious.

“You don’t have to fight me,” he murmurs, holding his best friend close. “I won’t let it go that far, alright?

Tango buries his face in Impulse’s armour, trying to hold back tears. “I’m sorry… I was so stupid tonight…”

“No, it… it’s okay.”

“It’s… never been this bad before. My acting out. I just let myself go where my weird impulses took me and… I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. I’m so sorry you have to put up with me.”

Impulse rubs his best friend’s back soothingly. “It’s okay. But if it happens again, I need you to tell me, okay? If you ever feel like this again, talk to me. I can help you get through it and we can avoid another situation like earlier. I’m always here for you, man. You know that, right?”

Tango slowly nods. “Th-Thanks.”

“No problem.”

#hermitcraft #tangotek #impulsesv #pearlescentmoon #vaunna writes

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facelessxchurch · 2 years

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I mean ngl, I think Auger is great, I just wish his victory over the Unnamed was more convincing and epic, like if Mevolent tried to save him and gave him an opening or something

I'm not sure why Mev would try to save Auger and the other children considering these are not children from his dimension. He's a warlord, I'm pretty sure he himself has murdered kids before.

Unless maybe it was just a kneejerk reaction from him or an-enemy-of-my-enemy is my friend kinda thing. I doubt during that fight he was in the right mindset to do it for propaganda reasons.

When the Unnamed is marching towards the kids that had thrown fire balls at him, he mutters 'my turn' and sends a a blast of black fire their way just for it to get blocked by a wall of jagged ice. By now Mev has recovered and put his helmet back on (bc priorities) and is climbing through the hole the Unnamed had blast into the cafeteria wall. The Unnamed seemed almost amused. "I see you're still suffering from delusions of heroism. But this isn't your fight. " "Whether it's by my hand or another's, you're going back to Hell today." Mev's voice is raspy, but has the desired effect as the Unnamed instantly side glances where that blasted Obsidian Blade is. Mev attacks, trying to drive the Godkiller Sword through his torso, but he side steps and tries to send a blast of fire into Mev's face, which he barely manages to doge in time.

They swirl through the room in a dance of magic and blades. The teachers rush the kids out of the room since it would be too easy for them to become collateral damage with the speed and ferocity those two demi-gods are going at each other. The Unnamed is attacking Mev fiercely, trying to drive him off enough that he can catch a glimpse of his actual target. Meanwhile Mev is on the defence, protecting himself with walls of ice and rock when attacked, just to send the crumbled remains flying at the Unnamed each time he tries to back off followed by a flurry of sword slashes, forcing him back into engaging with him. Each time the Unnamed tries to form a ring of black fire around him to protect himself and keep Auger at a distance, Mev puts it out with gusts of wind and frozen floors to give the boy a chance to land a hit. And eventually he does.

The Unnamed stiffens as the blade is driven into his back. Mev halts his attacks and watches his former master disappear, watches, to his surprise, the blade break. It takes a few breaths for him to compose himself, panting still as he stares confused at the broken blade and then at Auger who meets his gaze with terror when he realizes that, yes, the Unnamed is dead, but that 8ft warlord with a Godkiller Sword in his hand is still there and his only way of defending himself, the Obsidian Blade, is broken.

The other students are peaking through the door while the teachers rush through in a panic when Mev approaches Auger, yet stop in their tracks when Mev just ruffles through the boys hair and mutters a silent "You did well." while walking past him. A wave of his hand and the shattered remains of the Obsidian Blade gather in his palm and he somehow finds a pocked without a hole in his ruined suit to let it disappear in. "The rest of you, work on your defences. The strongest attack is worth nothing if you're dead five seconds into the fight." He speaks a little louder now, not even bothering to look at the teachers and students as he climbs back out of the hole again and takes off into the sky. Everybody else is just starring at where he just stood, absolutely flabbergasted by the big bad from their history book showing up to help them defeat an even bigger big bad and the absolute gall of the man to act as if they are already his subjects/students tho he did absolutely did win a few fans during this stunt.

Complete big dick Chad energy.

I like the visuals of the Unnamed mainly using (black) fire and is on the attack while Mev uses every element but fire and his mainly focusing on ice and wind while on the defence, painting them is opposites in this battle. Also Mev hates the Unnamed so much he'd take a step back and let someone else take the glory for dealing the death blow as long as he just dies. Also him pocketing the remains of the Obsidian Blade provides another reason for people to free him from the Eternity Gate.

#Mevolent #Auger Darkly #the Unnamed #Seasons of War #answered #anonymous #I've read the fight scene for this ask #and it's even more cringe than I remember #the Unnamed isn't even fighting properly he just bitch slapping them around #and then gets fucked up by a few low level attacks from the students #plus I know my dialog ain't great but the exchange between the Unnamed and Auger was pure cringe #and felt like from a play written by a 5th grader #fixing canon

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kurrosaaki · 2 years

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Sibling anon.

Yesss, megumi tolerates reader more than gojo, and reader encourages his batshit tendencies lmao. They team up on satoru when reader has also had enough of his shennanigans. Most of the time they can just sit in the same area and chill. Make no mistake though readwr sees those self sacrificing tendencies and threatens to burn "idiot" onto megumis uniform.

One time when they were younger they both made a pyre of megumis suspension letters and the readers mail from the Gojo clan. They made hot dogs. Satoru was sad they didnt include him.

Reader couldn't be at the detention center mission cause the Gojo clan kinda twisted the reader's arm. When they learn what happened they're ready to burn something (probably the Gojo gardens, their family is oh so proud of it and the reader thinks itd make good kindling) some of that satoru sadism coming out I see until satoru straddles on up and goes "good news! Yuujis not dead. But I'm only telling you cause youd burn all my sweets if I didnt so pls dont tell the others"

Reader still looks out for megumi, but yuuji really is a fish out of water with all this jujutsu stuff. Plus he thinks their fire is cool instead of something to be suspicious about and that menas...more than reader wants to admit.

Of course, news of reader and sukunas vessel becoming close would make the higher ups panic. Hell it was probably one of the reasons they tried to kill yuuji. Reader apologizes the first time they see him in the basement, and explains when yuuji asks why theyre sorry. Doesn't say their technique is like sukuna's, cquse thatd make yuuji feel bad, but reader says enough about the higher ups already keeping an eye on them.

Sorcerers are all a bunch of idiots as far as sukunas concerned but damn they just keep reaching new heights of stupidity

i literally love it omg. reader and megumi just being absolute menaces in middle school. now i’m just thinking abt them and satoru😭omg

reader would def still be angry at satoru for not telling them yuji was okay right away (they did grieve, it was the worst). would probably burn a hole into one of his ex blindfolds: “this is what you get for not telling me sooner <3”

satoru putting yuji up against reader during his training omg. def sees flashes of satoru fighting jogo while he trains w reader. “wow.” he would definitely think they were so cool after learning they were relayed to satoru, even if they were only cousins.

i wonder if satoru would have told reader about toji since megumi couldn’t care less hmmm. thinking many thoughts.

i cant remember if we’ve alr talked about this but. imagine readers reaction after they learn gojo was sealed. absolutely livid. idk if you’re caught up with the latest chap of the manga but ,, i want them to be just as unhinged as yuta when it comes to taking out kenjaku during the culling games. a forced little break-time between the shibuya incident and the culling games for plot ofc bc i don’t think there was one canonically? i genuinely cannot remember.

yuji comforting reader after satoru was sealed. sukuna just…observing. the tables were finally turned; he watched from eyes that were not his own as you sobbed into the chest of someone that wasn’t quite him. he remembered how he cried to you after your parents were murdered, how you had to keep up a strong façade because that’s exactly what you were; the strong older sibling, the one who never broke down under pressure, who always knew what to say when. now, he was experiencing being in your shoes. it was hard, seeing you so emotionally beaten down and broken.

the gojo clan going IN in reader after satoru gets sealed. yes, they can fend for themselves, but when the one thing that was keeping them from giving reader the complete toji treatment is rendered incapacitated, there was nothing standing in the way of treating reader like literal garbage. imagine how pissed sukuna would be. maybe satoru was useful for something.

#[💌 sibling anon !]

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fanfictin · 3 years

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finally writing up sw fic - 1. multichapter

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31364870/chapters/77560613 - somewhat sweet focused on Anakin and Padme where he is chilling w her in the senate bc he broke his arm, keeping in touch w Obiwan on a mission. They try to solve some murders.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26457544/chapters/64466632 - tensions high after Umbara, one of the clones shoots Anakin during a battle, causing obiwan rex and ahsoka to try and find out who it was while anakin recovers

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27260062/chapters/66596971 - sick after a mission, Anakin doesn’t seek treatment for it, leading to being curled up in his quarters when they finally get back to the temple, worrying obiwan

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27957587/chapters/68471066 - 5 times obiwan waits for anakin, whether he’s injured or late through the years, and one time young anakin waits for his sick master

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30589322/chapters/75456962 - on a mission after deception arc, anakin is still mad at obiwan, and accidently ends up putting his master in a similar position when he sneaks out into an ice planet and almost freezes to death. After, obiwan tries to talk to him.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30747854/chapters/75888920 - disaster trio go on adventure, obiwan and anakin stop a ship while getting hurt in the process, obiwan then gets kidnapped and the other two go after him, and all three face off an enemy

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31968667/chapters/79177621 - anakin is trapped in a time loop where obiwan dies every day. As it wears on, obiwan worries as he doesnt remember unless anakin shows him, and eventually anakin switches their roles but manages not to die, and the loop is broken

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6102157/chapters/14176081#workskin - rex/anakin slash incl kissing, but good story nonetheless with comfort and the like. This chapter is best, anakin gets buried by blocks from being reckless and rex blames himself a little.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29141409/chapters/71541885 - anakin and ahsoka crash, and with anakin badly hurt it’s up to ahsoka to save them before she gets hurt too. they are rescued by obiwan and crew but while anakin is taken care of ahsoka doesnt tell anyone of her injuries until its severe, so they both end up in the medbay together with an worried but fond obiwan

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30219528/chapters/77194136 - anakin is captured by dooku after sending rex away, so obiwan ahsoka and the crew search for him, finding him in bad shape but alive which means he can recover.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29503296/chapters/72483156 - anakin reveales he was a former slave when they head to zigeria, something no one apparently knew. Those around him get a little touchy about the subject afterwards on a couple of other missions.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24077404/chapters/57947905 - a/o slash later but can be ignored. The two find themselves being hunted and with anakin injured and grumpy, obiwan tries to sort them out, but just ends up defeating eveyrone and getting them out of there when the enemies attack anakin again

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7229869/chapters/16411846 - obiwan takes care of ahsoka after she sees her master get hurt badly for the first time, more used to it than the new padawan

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27208441/chapters/66460870 - 25chapter LONG adventure but good! Hurt and infected with a virus, obiwan and ahsoka and co watch over anakin and other infected clones with the help of a farm and its owners. including bandits, desolate planet, nice random farm ppl, protective captains and masters and padawans.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25676224/chapters/62337595 - an adorable notebook-style written by young anakin and noted by obiwan about jedi traditions!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8044198/chapters/18425083 - a series of short chapters that pretty much consist of ahsoka claiming her family, from calling anakin dad, obiwan gramps, padme mum, satine, grandma, etc. Amusing.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25137535/chapters/60906838 - after zigeria, obiwan needs treating, but it’s easier said than done. featuring mainly kix hunting down his general’s master, helped out by anakin and cody and some troopers. Not too serious but good stuff.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1998270/chapters/4329747 - on a mission, anakin rex and a couple troopers head down a hole to find a base destroyed and on retreating, also get attacked. ahsoka and team retrieve them and the survivors spend time recovering before returning to coruscant, where obiwan tells anakin he will help if he wants to return for his men. 5 chapters in, unfinished, darkish.

#sw #star wars #sw fic #clone wars

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Hello,I used to love Sherlock but I never watched season 4 because some of the reviews from fans kinda scared me away.I've been rewatching the show lately and I can't decide if I should finally give it a try or if I should spare myself.I adore Sherlock as a character,his displays of cleverness (and his showing off tbh) and BC's acting. And of course I love the johnlock dynamic but I enjoy Sherlock on his own above everything else,so knowing that would you say I'm missing out if I don't watch it?

Oh boy. I don’t think I can really give you a recommendation per se with this. With series 1 of Sherlock, the public immediately loved it and clamoured for more. Series 2 of Sherlock built on that and it got even more popular. Series 3 of Sherlock was highly, highly, highly anticipated, and while it got a generally pretty good public reception, it wasn’t as strong as the first two, and Johnlock shippers had mixed feelings (you know, particularly given how John married someone other than Sherlock, who also shot Sherlock in the heart, then unbelievably went back to her). Series 4 absolutely tanked with both the public and the fandom. Moffat and Gatiss have had a LONG-running habit of never fully resolving dropped plot threads or resolving serious emotional consequences of the things that happen between their characters. It’s something I definitely noticed and hated in their writing for Doctor Who and in the “resolution” to every cliffhanger ending of the first three series of Sherlock. Aka:

Series 1 cliffhanger: Sherlock and John are trapped at the pool with Moriarty with a bomb about to go off, which Sherlock is about to shoot to set off to prevent Moriarty from getting away, even knowing that they’ll die along with him. John is fully on board. The stakes are massively high and the series ends like that.

Series 1 resolution: Moriarty gets a phone call and changes his mind. Sort of funny, but also a completely lame resolution. Nothing is ever said between Sherlock and John that addresses the fact that they were about to die, that they were prepared to die together for the cause of not letting a terrorist escape, or what any of that might mean for anyone involved, the deeply serious nature of their work and how committed they are to it, etc. Not a word.

Series 2 cliffhanger: Sherlock has seemingly committed suicide in front of John, who is barely coping with his grief - and yet, right at the end, we see Sherlock watching him from afar at the cemetery. But how did he survive??? How will John react when he finds out??? How long will it take before Sherlock reveals the fact of his survival????

Series 2 resolution: We aren’t told, at least not for sure. We’re given a series of theories that openly parallel and/or mock fandom speculation, but never provided with a real answer. Sherlock and John’s long-awaited reunion is unbalanced by the presence of a third party (one which unbalances their dynamic for the remainder of the show from this point forward), and is turned into a tasteless joke. Eventually a bomb threat somewhat forces a surface resolution that never addresses any of the underlying issues, tensions, or problems between them - not then, nor at any point going forward.

Series 3 cliffhanger: Moriarty is alive!!!!!!!!! But how???? Also, who cares? We just witnessed a terrible, stiff, cold parting scene on the tarmac between Sherlock and John, one which fits every single trope of an undeclared statement of love on Sherlock’s part. They shake hands. If I were being sent on a suicide mission after having saved my best friend from facing the consequences of his murder-wife’s international murder career and all I got was a handshake, nary a thank you, hug, “good luck, hope you don’t die after all”, any of it, I’d be pissed as hell. Really didn’t care about the Moriarty “revelation” at all.

Series 3 resolution: Surprise, Moriarty isn’t alive. Yawn. I don’t even remember what the explanation was, if there was one.

Series 4 does not end with a cliffhanger, pretty clearly signalling that the writers are done with the show, to which I say a hearty Thank God. Series 4 was brutal, in my personal opinion. The acting was good, but Martin and Amanda had just broken up, which made filming awkward for everyone and really affected the dynamics. The writing is inconsistent, unresolved (as per usual), and the last episode jumps the shark to a whole new level. They tried to write a Bond film in one episode, so you can only imagine how many threads they created and failed to resolve in 90 minutes of air time. The plot holes are staggering, and the unaddressed emotional consequences, as ever, are completely ignored. Moffat and Gatiss are lazy, lazy writers, who think that anyone who dares want a properly-written story is demanding “pablum”, as Gatiss once scoffed at some event or other. Series 4 has been dragged from one side of this fandom to the other, critics hated it, the public didn’t like it, and it’s all quite well-justified.

That said... I’m one of those irritating people who can’t ignore the canon. The only show I’ve never watched all the way to the end is Doctor Who, because of the aforementioned terrible writing reasons. For me personally, I see my calling in life to fix this canon, which means that I feel duty-bound to know what it is. But was it an enjoyable experience to watch those three episodes? No. Do I recommend watching them? Also no. And yet, I would, just because I need to know what they did. I’ve only watched each episode exactly twice from start to finish. I’ve revisited individual scenes, just to see a facial expression or remember exactly what the line was, but transcripts are super helpful for that, too, so yeah. Even thinking about series 4 gives me heart palpitations, and I say that as someone who also hated series 3. So... take what you will from that????? If you do watch it, do come and tell me what you thought!

#sherlock #series 4 #johnlock #baeklouis

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feyre archeron// “the archer”

i’m so excited about this one bc ‘the archer’ by taylor swift goes with feyre’s character arc and journey so strap in before i take you through this.

“Combat, I'm ready for combat I say I don't want that, but what if I do?”

so this starts off when feyre is still with tamlin at the start of acomaf and she’s feeling very helpless and sidelined. she is telling herself that she would just be happy being tamlins wife and being lady of the spring court, but seeing the growing conflict around her, she questions this and wonders if she might want to do more.

“'Cause cruelty wins in the movies I've got a hundred thrown-out speeches I almost said to you”

she wants to speak up for herself but she doesn’t have her voice yet. when we are in her head we see all the objections she makes, but almost never actually ever says. feyre and tamlin’s communication is horrible, and obviously this is not good for them.

“Easy they come, easy they go I jump from the train, I ride off alone”

i think this part represents her finally leaving. she is now without tamlin and feels alone. she’s thinking about how nothing in her life has really been constant and she feels like no one will stay for her.

“I never grew up, it's getting so old Help me hold onto you”

feyre never had a real childhood. when her father lost his fortune she was still pretty young (14 i THINK?? i don’t really remember exactly) and she took over taking care of her family. her mom also asked her to watch over her sisters for some reason... which is a lot to ask of a youngest sister. I think this kind of resulted in her never truly fully developing on her own. as soon as she was free from her past life and role in her family, she was with tamlin so she never got to be her own person. she doesn’t really know how to hold on to someone bc she feels abandoned herself.

“I've been the archer I've been the prey”

okay so clearly feyre is actually an archer, she killed the faerie in the woods in the first book. this also kind of represents how she sees herself as a monster, especially after under the mountain. she questions her humanity after she had to take innocent lives-- she feels like a murderer. feyre has also been a victim, with under the mountain probably being the best example when she was treated like filth and actually ended up being killed by amarantha. she was also treated like a caged animal with tamlin-- she was made a victim by him.

“Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?”

HAHAHA DARLING so i think this song is like spoken to rhys and she’s letting him see all of her insecurities. she’s questioning why everyone in her life has failed her and has left her to fend for herself, but she also doesn't blame them bc she feels like a burden and a monster.

“Dark side, I search for your dark side But what if I'm alright, right, right, right here?”

so this is directed at rhys and its perfect because she’s looking to see if the dark side of him that he displays is even there. initially she is obviously very skeptical of him tries to find out what is actually true about him-- she does find a dark side but not what she was expecting, but a softer one that’s a result of his past and that he’s stronger for. the next line is about her mental health during that period where she first gets to velaris. feyre still feels hopeless and doesn’t know what she wants or if she even wants to get better. She was clearly in a bad place and, later she tells lucien, “when you spend so long trapped in darkness, lucien you find that the darkness begins to stare back.” it took a lot for her to get out of that mindset and into something healthier. in the prologue she even wonder to herself in her dream if she had always been this broken inside.

“And I cut off my nose just to spite my face Then I hate my reflection for years and years”

i think of this part as being the scene with the bone carver where feyre admits that if the last faerie she had to kill hadn’t been tamlin, she would have stabbed herself. she hated who she became because of that experience, and it made her hate herself after. i also think a connection could be made to the ouroboros mirror since it shows the darkest part of you, and feyre had a problem with coming to terms with what she did, until she was finally able to face herself in the mirror. this also could be about how physically she was weak and looked sickly until she came into her own and healed at the night court.

“I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost The room is on fire, invisible smoke And all of my heroes die all alone Help me hold onto you”

feyre has problems with nightmares and she is often awake at night, throwing up and trying to ground herself to reality. she even lights something on fire when she has a nightmare in acomaf-- but i think these lines are more about her inner conflict and her feeling like she’s causing destruction everywhere she goes, and feeling like she can’t breathe.

“'Cause they see right through me They see right through me They see right through Can you see right through me? They see right through They see right through me I see right through me”

this is her finally completely opening up about herself to rhys, saying that she has a lot of deeply rooted issues and she knows it’s obvious to everyone around her that she is struggling. this is also her finally admitting that shes not fine.

“All the king's horses, all the king's men Couldn't put me together again 'Cause all of my enemies started out friends Help me hold onto you”

feyre is reflecting on how broken she was when she was with tamlin, but no one could fix her. not that tamlin really tried, but his half hearted attempts of giving her new paints, going on with the wedding and generally trying to subdue her didn’t work. this also kind of implies the only person that can fix feyre, is herself. also her now enemy, tamlin, started off as her friend and lover. she doesn’t want this to happen again and is asking for rhys to help her hold on to him<3.

“Who could stay? You could stay You could stay You”

“Combat, I'm ready for combat”

so this has a sweet ending of her realizing that rhys would stay with her and help her work through everything. he wouldn’t treat her like the animal she feels like she is. and the last line is her realizing that she really does want to fight and overcome this. she wants to heal herself, harness her powers, and fight for the new home she has found :)

yay! (also side note i wanna mention: feyre is a fellow sagittarius (born dec 21) so the archer fits even better bc that’s the sag symbol) anyways hope that wasn’t too long and actually made sense. i’m gonna crawl into my hole now.

#feyre #rhysand #rhys #rhys x feyre #feysand #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #taylor swift #taylors version #the archer #song analysis #sjm

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I’ve seen a lot of fan created content that shows adrien becoming the next Hawkmoth or willing working with Hawkmoth because that’s his dad!!! And he want some his mother back!!! But I think I’ve only seen a few things that’s talk about him becoming the next Hawkmoth FOR MARINETTE??? And just imagine-

It‘s the final battle. They’ve been at this for years, now, and still, nobody knows anybodies identities. Ladybug and Chat Noir are like 20 years old. Hawkmoth and Mayura are out and about and the battle is, poetically, on/around the Eiffel Tower. They fight to a standstill where Hawkmoth has Chat Noir as a hostage and Ladybug has Mayura, just like in that one episode that is either ladybug or miracle queen, I can’t remember.

Except that the peacock miraculous isn’t broken anymore. Mayura is stronger and has been for years. She uses her position, flips over, and rips the earrings right out of Ladybug‘s ears.

Chat Noir is having a “holy shit that’s my girlfriend” moment, because I firmly believe in pre reveal adrienette (either after an adrimI break up or as a poly situation).

Meanwhile HAWKMOTH is having a “holy shit that’s my future DAUGHTER-IN-LAW” moment, which is not only four different types of funny, but means that when Chat Noir tries to run to Marinette, Hawkmoth is distracted enough that he loses his grip and just kinda lets him.

MAYURA is ALSO shocked because of the same reasons Hawkmoth is (Gabe/Nathalie/Emilie poly rights please) and so Chat Noir manages to grab the earrings out of her hands (Marinette can’t bc she’s just a little bit in shock at losing).

Hawkmoth still doesn’t know who Chat Noir is. He now has issues with hurting Ladybug but he has no compunctions about Actually Murdering Char Noir. He lunges with his sword.

Chat Noir, fuelled by fury and THATS MY WIFE energy, dodges without thinking and leaps forwards to rip the miraculous straight off of Hawkmoth‘s suit.

The sword hits Marinette, who was behind Chat Noir, about two seconds before it is forcibly dematerialized.

Chat Noir is having a Yikes THATS MY DAD realization and a HOLY NO MARINETTE JUST GOT STABBED panic attack at the same time now.

This pretty much incapacitates him, so Hawkmoth growls and goes for the ring at the same time MAYURA does.

This accidentally knocks Gabriel off the platform theyre on in the Eiffel Tower. He doesn’t die but he is severely injured.

Mayura gets both the ring and the earrings. She is panicking because OH NO THATS ADRIEN. Adrien was holding the butterfly miraculous in his other hand so he still has that one.

Mayura, seeing no way this will end well but being the Queen of compartmentalization, takes all the miraculous and BOOKS IT. Runs away.

So uh. Adrien Agreste, his slowly-bleeding-out girlfriend, and his severely-injured-father are all stranded on the Eiffel Tower, now. Big thank you to all those news helicopters for recording all that and also for getting them down.

Skip forwards a few days. Gabriel is revealed to be paralyzed. Marinette‘s injuries are really bad, and she’s in a coma now. The doctors don’t know when she’ll wake up. Gabriel has pulled Adrien aside and explained about his mother. Mayura is still gone. It wasn’t hard for Adrien to deduce that she is Nathalie, even without his father‘s confirmation. The Miracle Box is missing from Marinette‘s room when Adrien looks for it, which almost definitely means that Mayura got there first (she did).

So everything is pretty terrible. Adrien lies to the police and tells them that the butterfly miraculous was also taken by Mayura. Gabriel is sent to jail. He tells nobody anything and makes no deals. It’s a life sentence.

He mysteriously disappears from prison two days after he arrived. He is not seen in public. They cannot find him.

It’s because he’s holed up in Hawkmoth’s air, giving advice to Adrien about how to use the miraculous. Adrien is determined to bring back Marinette and his mother, and maybe restore his father to his pre-injury state as a bonus.

An akuma is released into Paris. The population assumes it’s Mayura. New Ladybug and Black Cat holders show up to defeat the akuma. They are teenagers. They are the best Nathalie could find on short notice. The cycle repeats.

#mlb #hawkmoth #gabriel agreste #adrien agreste #marinette dupain-cheng #mayura #nathalie sancoeur #chat noir #ladybug #seriously imagine #hawkmoth!adrien #poor boy is having a Bad Time #enjoy this Cursed Idea

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Thoughts and questions on Hiveswap Act 2– Part 2.

I have finished the game proper, But I still want to play it again and get all the achievements I missed... though that will probably be on monday.

-The actual .exe file for Act 2 tripped my antivirus?? this was potentially after the game updated, as I came back after yesterday to find the game wouldn't launch because the exe was missing, and it seemed to be a false positive, but still??

-Me the second I saw you could accuse people even outside of the trial minigame: Alright, Time To Get A Walkthrough!! Thankfully I did find one, and it also was very useful for the final puzzle.

-so even if we prove Daraya's innocent, the court still Needs someone to blame... considering the shit that goes down in the clown car I'm not surprised, but apparently Tyzias knew all along that Wanshi had screwed with Lynera's journal so????

-also. I'm reasonably sure that the jades didn't actively hate each other so much back in Friendsim?? like, the only one that seems to remotely care that Lynera's going to get clown'd with extreme prejudice (though we don't see her body nor any particular splatters of jade blood in the clown car, and no clown ever talks about her, so for all we know she didn't die??) is Bronya. (apparently wanshi Does feel guilty after the fact! I got out of that car as soon as I could so I missed it.) They didn't have the “oh we're cloister mates we're super close bffs” thing either, they didn't really get along but it wasn't like a secret or anything??

-and it turns out that the purpose of carrying the E batteries all the way from Act 1 is giving them to Tagora in order to unlock the only ending where everyone survives the trial... though you can still finish Act 2 with them in your inventory, and get yet another achievement. Who will need them in Act 3, I wonder?

-apparently if you convince Chixie to give you her ticket, it turns out that Dammek had promised both her and Xefros that they'd be the fourth tetrarch (with the other two being Cridea and Fiamet), so... what the actual fuck, dude?? (I was going to ask why do they have tetrarchs if they still don't have Four Guys but... we've only heard that from Xefros, who would only have heard that from Dammek, right?)

-The ceruleans and indigos are... mostly the same as they were in Friendsim? Remele's not only a painter now, but also a (fanfic) writer and a sculptor, and Mallek might or might not be involved with the rebellion (and he's keeping a quadrant open for someone). It would seem that Elwurd does genuinely like Joey, enough to keep helping her out at least, while Ardata's as bloodthirsty as always. Meanwhile, Galekh's quirk's still kind of a pain, Amisia is baby and still friends with Chahut, and Nihkee's thankfully not looking to train people this time.

-The clown car though. Oh my fucking god the clown car. I figured Marvus was probably up to something but holy shit. Let's add Lynera and Baizli to the List Of People He's Perfectly Fine With Getting Murdered For Unknown Purposes.

-also this is Round Two of Xefros getting really hurt and basically walking it off, only we Actually see him get hurt this time (not in his sprites tho). Can someone give my son at least a fucking bandaid or something??? (Joey does get sad sprites for that section of the game, but her animations for interacting with like the elevator in the blue car still have her smiling)

-Chahut's basically the same as she was in her Friendsim, if only more actively murdery. Having her constantly poking holes in Joey's evidence of her “murders” was fun (bc she was probably taking it the most seriously of all the clowns), but also annoying because she kept trying to poke holes in Joey's evidence like ma'am the fucker with the tophat already bought it pls chill

-Karako's just hanging out with the clowns for some reason?? And there's no acknowledgement of his status as Bronya's charge in Friendsim, he's Peak Cloun now.... like, they could have it so Karako came along with the jades to the train and Then he met the other clowns and decided to hang out with them? Maybe because the jades kept arguing about the book and he was the only one that Could get away from that, and that could have been the reason Marvus decided to go check that out...

-The Soleils... oh my god, the Soleils :((( Baizli fucking dies and Barzum gets understandably fucked up by it, especially considering that they were heavily implied to be two halves of the same troll (as opposed to “regular” troll twins) in their Friendsim and their new Troll Call bulletpoints... she'll probably come back in Act 3 (I'm thinking 1- as an antagonist and 2- really wanting to murder us to avenge her brother), but who knows how long that will take...

-also another thing with the clowns is that they were completely separate in Friendsim... Chahut went to clown church, Karako was doing his thing in the Alternian wilderness, the Soleils were stuck on the Spooky Groundhog Manor and Marvus had a bunch of fellow rapper clowns... so to see them all together in full circus* mode here's kind of. Weird?? like, we knew that the jades and the teals personally knew each other even if they all did completely different bullshit in their routes, but we've never had something like this for the clowns as far as I remember. Iirc none of them even interacted in Friendsim proper.

-*perhaps not full circus. I didn't stick around too much in the clown car, but only Barzum seems to actually care that Baizli died, and Xefros said that Marvus let him go after Baizli went out of the car...

-Ngl I'm rooting for pale xefjoey all the way. Xefros seems to be coming into his own a bit, and also realizing that Dammek's been a dick to him– not to mention he literally killed a clown to protect Joey, and psychically curbstomped Azdaja earlier when he attacked her. Sadly, the train fucking exploding kind of interrupted the Character Development Combo he had going on. (Dammek's gained a decent amount of Asshole Points in Act 2, but we might get a somewhat clearer picture of him when we finally get to talk to Cridea and Fiamet?? And of course when Hauntswitch comes out, though that's almost definitely going to take a good while...)

-OR we could get that fabled Friendsim 2: Hiveswap Main Characters Edition?? like, we're almost definitely going to get Something while we wait for Act 3- we might as well finally get to know more of our main cast!

-Even if the plot important characters survive the train's destruction, there's still a good bunch of background characters that will probably die, particularly in the burgundy & bronze car*... I hope Joey doesn't have to see that, she's already had enough of a wake up to Alternia's true nature. Both Joey and Xefros deserve a peaceful start to Act 3 actually.

-*isn't the lusus car right behind that one??? oh god I hope all the lusii are okay, Xefros did mention their quest to get medicine for Ladyy almost right before the train blew up...... random aside: it would seem that you CAN give Skylla the vet kit! It didn't work when I tried yesterday, but apparently that achievement was broken.

-What blew up the train?? if it was Fiamet's lusus as @/boulevardofbrokenmemes said... then why? Why would Fiamet want to stop Joey and Xefros from getting to Jeevik Week?

#hiveswap #hiveswap spoilers #hiveswap theories #joey claire #xefros tritoh #long post #thoughts and questions #ideally id only play the entire game one more time in order to get all the achievements i missed #but i also want to have a 'golden' savefile for act 3 #basically one with the least amount of deaths possible And Also the corn horns #because i like them better than the cone horns

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What happens in Far Cry 5? I literally only know about it through your posts

Uhhh, okay so this is gonna be a little long but here goes. So, Far Cry games are always you (some PC, changes per game) vs some dictator/cult leader/mass gang leader type sitch. Apparently 4 also ends with an unhappy ending no matter what, but no other game ends remotely like 5 does, and 5 also is the only one to take place in the US or vs Americans.

So, Far Cry 5 takes place in Montana. Basically, there’s a doomstay offshoot-‘Christian’ extremist cult calling themselves Project at Eden’s Gate, following a white dude named Joseph Seed and his siblings (biological brothers Jacob and John, and adopted [kind of – more like recruited to fill a cult role] sister Faith). You play as a rookie deputy from rural Montana, going on this assignment with Deputies Pratt and Hudson, Sherriff Whitehorse, and US Marshal Burke. You begin the game headed to the cult’s center to arrest their leader, Joseph, because a guy in the cult livestreamed a little of a service secretly to try and expose them, was caught, and had his eyes ripped out by Joseph and then was killed on the stream, so you’re there to arrest him. Mostly law enforcement are afraid to go in because it’s several thousand radical insane Americans with SMGS in a cult in the middle of fuckall nowhere Montana, so yeah. Anyway. You show up and arrest Joseph, but a bunch of his followers (PEGies for project at eden’s gate) swarm the helicopter and you crash and the correspondent at the sheriff’s office is working with the cult, so all of you get grabbed initially, except the PC, who gets grabbed not by the cult but by a stranger. You wake up tied to a bedpost and confronted by the stranger who debates a second then decides to let you go and try to fight the cult instead of turning you in, and introduces himself as Dutch. He gives you a breakdown of what stuff is like here, which is, uhhhh, bad. Basically, the people here are trapped because they’ll get kidnapped trying to leave, but the cult comes for everyone eventually. John physically abuses/tortures people into accepting the whole cult “power of Yes” thing and confessing their ‘sins,’ which he then tattoos on their body, then cuts the slab of skin off their chest to staple to his wall, which is part of their initiation into the cult, as is the torture, forced baptism, and implied sexual assault by him as well. Joseph has given your coworkers to a sibling each, respectively, sans the Sheriff, who was sent to one but escaped like you did. John has Hudson, the only female deputy (unless the PC is playing as woman as well). Faith has the Marshall and was supposed to get the Sheriff, and Jacob has Pratt. You want to save your friends and Dutch wants to help, but also asks you to help the people in the community, so you do.

Basically, the cult has many ways of converting people, but also kill a fuck ton of civilians. There’s a lot of times you’ll be driving down a road and see a civilian tied up with their hands behind their back on their knees and two cultists about to execute them (usually someone who tried to flee whose car they ran off the road), and you have a very failable but potential chance to save them. A lot of these people can become your NPC companions as well and help you fight the cult if you do. I’ve gotten very good at sniping, because if a cultist sees you coming, they’ll execute any prisoners so you have no chance to save them. Definitely saved hundreds of people at this point, but it wasn’t easy. Anyway. Also you’ll see vans of prisoners being carted off (usually one or two from a house at a time), and you can shoot the driver and save them if you’re careful. But a lot of the time you show up to try to help people to find them already murdered, or hung up like a scarecrow in a field with flowers stuffed into their emptied stomach, being used for target practice. On an alter, or hung from a ceiling with deer horns tied to them. Staked through on the side of the road with a cult cross. Starved or shot to death in cages. It’s pretty grim.

Anyway, so you go around answering calls for help, doing your best to slowly track down your friends, but also help all the poor suffering people being murdered and abused by this awful cult. There are random NPCs who can be companions, plus specialists, who are more quest-designed-to-be-met characters. These include Jess, Dutch’s niece, who you find in a cage to be shipped to Jacob for psychological torture and brainwashing (I’ll get to him), a puma I loved named Peaches, a pilot named Nick who is just trying to get his family out of town and resist the cult’s attempts to steal his property or buy it out (they stole or bought land and stuff from /everyone/ and took advantage of/ransacked the whole community), but will stay to help you, and a puppy named Boomer whose family called for help that came to late and were shot to death in front of him. You find him in a cage being kicked at by cultists and save him, and watch him go cry over his dead family, then take in as your own.

Stuff goes better, though, and you make progress. There’s a lot of strongholds you can help protect, like a little town where the resident preacher and the bar owner lady are trying to keep the whole place from being overrun by the cult, and a jail up east where the sheriff and a bunch of survivors/rebels are holed up trying to survive Faith. Basically the area is broken up into three districts, and whichever you complete missions in, you get closer to a fight with that Seed sibling (also you get kidnapped and have to listen to them monologue so much. Kill me).

So John will kidnap you and force baptize you, tie you to a chair and tell you how he’s going to torture (and implied assault) you until you scream out your sins, then you escape but he does all that to Hudson, who you can’t save for another chunk of time, and he punishes brutally and is super fucked up by the time you finally rescue her. She tells you that Joseph (the leader—thinks he is God’s chosen prophet and calls himself “the Father”) would come and watch her and the others be tortured and they’d beg for mercy and he’d just stand there and watch. She’s super messed up but alive, and you’re able to get her out and kill John, but not before he kidnaps you and the preacher, bar lady, and Nick the family man, then forces Nick to confess his sins (under threat of awful shit happening to his wife and infant daughter if he does not), and then be held down and have his chest flesh cut off by John and stapled to a wall. You get forcibly tattooed with a sin but escape before suffering the same bc the preacher keeps a gun in his bible. Anyway. Digressing. You eventually kill John and rescue Hudson.

Over in Jacob’s territory, people are inducted into the cult by being kidnapped, psychologically and physically tortured, and straight up mind-controlled to go into fits of rage at a specific song being played. They are pitted against each other in some eugenicist “only the strong survive, sacrifice the weak” bullshit. There’s a militia called the Whitetails there, fighting back. Before you meet them, though, you’re kidnapped by Jacob and strapped to a chair, then subjected to psychological torture to try to condition you to kill the weak. You wake up days later, barely alive, left for dead having seemed to resist/fail his trials, still strapped to a chair. Among a ton of other dead bodies. Some of the Whitetails show up, looking for survivors, expecting none, and find you. Though everyone else protests it is too big a risk and you might be brainwashed, one guy, Eli, orders the others to take you anyway and says he won’t leave you to die. You pass out and wake up again on a couch in a bunker, and a lady screams about you being a risk and needing to go, but Eli defends you again, then gives you something to drink and takes care of you/nurses you back to health and defends you from the more paranoid members. When you’re up again, he introduces you to the militia fighting Jacob’s people, and asks for your help rescuing some people in the same situation you were in. You then start to work with the Whitetails.

Periodically, your PC gets kidnapped by Jacob again and tortured each time/brainwashed. You escape with help from the militia and from Pratt, later, who was kidnapped and broken by Jacob, but isn’t gone, just terrified and fucked up. Deputy Pratt risks his life to rescue you when you’re in trouble and you try to escape together, but the brainwash song plays and he shoves you onto a convoy so you can escape, but doesn’t make it himself before snapping into a rage, and is recaptured, brutally punished and tortured by Jacob, and then left tied to a chair to starve to death in a cell for what he did. The player is captured again, and railroaded into, in one of the brainwashed fits of rage, killing Eli himself. : ( They then snap out of it, and infuriated and anguished, go to kill Jacob and save Pratt. Pratt is still alive, but super psychologically scarred. You kill Jacob.

I should note here that you can do the sibs in any order—for example, I did Faith’s first—but I am listing them in their kind of ‘suggested’ order. John, Jacob, Faith.

So, Faith. The way she gets people is drugs. She uses a compound she calls “Bliss” to drug people out of their minds. After you are drugged up enough, you suffer irreparable brain damage and cannot be cured. She does this to hundreds of people so that the cult can have “happy little slaves” to do all the hard work and meat-shield shit they need without ever fighting back or questioning it. You are kidnapped by her as well, multiple times. Or something??? With Faith you always hallucinate, so it’s really unclear and kinda bullshit. Anyway. You help the Sheriff and everyone holed up in the jail fight off a wave of cultists, keep doing your rescue poor civilians from awful deaths or lives as drugged up vegetable slaves. Faith keeps trying to win you over and get you to do her awful pilgrimage where people climb up a giant statue of Joseph and trust-fall jump off his bible to their deaths. This whole game and cult is really horrific. Eventually, you find the Marshal and save him, but he is really far gone. He’s hospitalized in the jail for a while after. Faith gets pissed at you after that and quits trying to win you over. Just drugs you and shows you how she’s mind controlling the Marshal, who is still under too much of her brain damage and control, into murdering one of his friends, then opening the gates to the jail so her people can get in, and then shooting himself in the head. The Marshal always does so and dies, as does one of his/your friends. And a ton of people at the jail. You run to try to save the Sheriff after helping the survivors at the jail, and fight Faith, who whines about how none of this is her fault the whole time after making the Marshal murder your friend and himself with her own hands while giggling at you about how it’s all your fault five minutes ago, and tries to get you not to kill her. You do, though, and she monologues about Joseph being the real deal, then dies. You find the sheriff almost drugged to the point of no return in a cell, going to hang himself to death while singing Amazing Grace while you can’t do shit to get into the room to stop him, but awake and himself enough inside to plead with you to shut off the gas pumps for the drugs before he hangs himself, before going back to smiling and singing and pulling up a chair under a noose. You run to shut off the gas, save him, blow up the bunker, and get out.

Joseph then kidnapps all your ally characters and drugs them with Bliss into being on his side and rants at you about how all their torture and death is your fault and you are awful for murdering his siblings, then offers to let people go if you walk away. You can do so, in which case your allies get in a car with you, only for the son that triggers rage and homicide in Pratt and the PC to play, implying before the cut to black that the deputy (and Pratt maybe) kill all your friends/each other.

If you resist Joseph, he shrieks at you about not all problems being solved by a bullet, and you have a boss fight where you save your friends/snap them out of it, then defeat Joseph.

Once he’s in cuffs, a nuclear bomb goes off because apparently in this world North Korea bombs the US just then or some shit, and you try to make it to Dutch’s bunker in time. You’re in a car crash and all the other deputies and the sheriff are instantly killed. You are unconscious and dragged away by Joseph. You wake in the bunker tied to a bed with Dutch’s body on the floor, and Joseph tells you he was a prophet and was right about the collapse and you’re his family now because his old one is dead and the game ends.

That’s it.

And in the DLC for it, that makes not only that the canon end, but that the Deputy joins Joseph and is converted to a cult follower by him, and Joseph is now an ally character leading the remnants of his cult.

Needless to say, I am pissed. This is the /only/ Far Cry game where the villain wins regardless, as well as the only one where they suddenly decide to …??? stan??? the torturing abusive brainwashing serial killer? And of course it’s the one in America where the enemy is a hyper-religious Christian-offshoot cultist brainwashing vile serial torture murdering messiah-complex gaslighting abusive white man who thinks he’s God. I am beyond disgusted by that choice in this game and glad I found out before finishing it; wish I had never played any at all. I cannot adequately describe to you how horrific the cult shit is, and how like, gaslit by the company I feel for having played this game and being thrown that. I think this is legitimately the most upset I’ve ever been about a video game’s writing choice. What the actual fuck. Like, I cannot describe to you enough how fucked up this is you’d have to see the shit they do that’s getting pushed in a face-heel turn by the company as somehow justified and sympathetic like. As someone who has firsthand both experienced and seen trauma from an over-religious area of the US, and just a tiny % over-religious-lead-terrible-actions? I cannot emphasize enough how disgusted and enraged I am.

#ask #anonymous #far cry 5 #long post

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“Beautiful Pain” (reposte)

This is a fic I wrote a while ago and I never proof read (there were soo many mistakes). Also I didn’t make any paragrahs and could only post it in screenshots bc my phone couldn’t handle it. But here it is again, corrected, with paragraphs and as a normal text post!

The Winchesters and I just came back from a hunt and I was about to cook something for all of us (Dean didn't care for healthy food as usual) when Arthur Ketch, our favourite brit (not) suddenly stepped into our meeting room. Sam and Dean pulled out their guns in an instant and I was ready to throw my knife at him but instead of attacking he just lifted his hands above his head. "Don't shoot. I come in peace." He said in a calm voice and carefully pulled a badly beaten up person, clothed in dirty rags, beside him. "And I come bearing gifts." He continued and gestured at the poor guy who looked at us with tensed shoulders and fear in his eyes. I didn't recognize him at first, as he was covered in blood and dirt, but then it hit me and I took a sharp breath. "Gabriel?!" I whispered, trying to push down the emotions that whirled up inside me.

I thought he was dead. I thought I'd never see him again. Hell, I didn't eat for weeks because of his death. Before he 'died' we were good friends, that had the potential to be something more, considering our flirting and teasing it wouldn't have been long before we got together. And, most importantly, Gabriel kissed me before he took on Lucifer and got 'killed'. I couldn't believe what I saw, what had happened to him? I didn't understand why he was alive and why he looked like someone tortured him. Ketch explained that Asmodeus, fourth prince of no hell, had captured him, tortured him and drained him of his grace to inject it himself. The Winchesters and I changed meaningful glances, archangel grace was the last ingredient we needed to open a door to Mary and Jack.

“We're gonna need his grace." Sam finally said you could see that he felt guilty saying that, as Gabriel was in such a bad shape. As soon as he said that the archangel whimpered and stumbled backwards in panic. "Wow calm down. I've also brought this-" said Ketch, calming Gabriel while pulling out two ampoules, filled with shimmering grace, carefully he put them on the table. Gabriel's reaction hurt me, this was not the cocky, powerful archangel I remembered, this was a broken soul, scared and hurt. I hated seeing him like this, hurt, broken, fearful. It pained me that he was suffering so much and the strong urge to take care of him and protect him rose inside me. The boys finally put their guns away and started strategizing with Ketch, unsure what to do with him, they argued for quite a while. I was still in shock about the sudden twist our mission had taken and didn't participate.

Finally, they decided that Dean and Ketch will go to apocalypse world to save Mary and Jack, while Sam and I would stay at the bunker to take care of Gabriel and to guard the door. After they left Castiel arrived and the three of us tried to get a reaction from Gabriel, but he either didn't realize our presence or didn't remember us. Anyway it was very painful to watch him in that state and I almost couldn't bear it, but I kept reminding myself that I had to be strong for Gabriel. When we tried to give him the ampoule of his grace we had left he struggled and refused to take it. "I don't think he will accept it in his current state," Cas stated worried and we decided to let him rest for a while.

After a few hours Cas went to check on Gabriel and what he found in the room caused him to call for us in an urgent tone. "Sam, Angel!" Sam and I were there in an instant, equally surprised how the room had changed. The walls were covered in enochian symbols from top to bottom. "What is this? Did he do that?" I stuttered and looked at Cas in confusion: "Is it enochian?"

Cas scanned the walls with a frown before he answered: "It's his story. It starts with his death." I winced as I remembered how Gabriel died in front of my eyes, murdered by his own brother. Cas continued, oblivious to my reaction to his words: "Or what appeared to be his death. 'As usual, my brother had double my brawn and half my brains. He assumed the counterfeit me is what vanished that night and he thought that he'd stabbed the real thing.' " He ran his fingers over the symbols before he kept on reading: " 'The truth is, the thing Luci skewered was a fake. Plenty of fakes to go around. Everyone believed Gabriel was gone. And suddenly, I was free. No obligations to god or heaven or mankind. And so I did what everyone would do. I moved to Monte Carlo and shacked up with porn stars.' "

As he read those words my head snapped up and I looked at Gabriel in shock, unable to conceal my feelings. It was probably the wrong time to be jealous and hurt but I couldn't ignore the sharp pain in my chest, it felt like someone stabbed me in the heart. I realized that I never had a chance at a relationship with Gabriel. To him, I was just a toy, a mildly amusing distraction at the end of the world. And the kiss was probably just to underline the drama of his 'death'. Cas, who didn't see my reaction, read quietly for a while before he started talking again: "Well he goes on and on for quite a while about porn stars and, uh-" "Cas, please." Interrupted Sam, guessing how I was feeling about the things he just said.

Cas looked at me briefly and continued: "Okay, so Gabriel was captured and delivered to Asmodeus. 'For years, I knew nothing but endless torture. Asmodeus, once the weakest of Hell's princes, grew strong by feeding on my grace.' " I looked at Gabriel again and felt how anger cut through the pain, I hated Asmodeus for doing that to Gabriel, even though he left me for some porn stars I still loved him and didn't want anyone to hurt him. Well, obviously his intellect is intact." Stated Castiel after a few minutes of grave silence. "So, why isn't he talking to us?" I whispered, not trusting my voice to conceal my mixed feelings. "I don't know, maybe he can't." Answered Castiel, his voice filled with helplessness. "Or maybe he's choosing not to. Maybe he thinks it's safer that way." Said Sam quietly, sounding like he knew the feeling. I tensed slightly and dropped my head, wishing desperately I could help him.

In an attempt to make things better we helped Gabriel to sit down on the bed and Castiel and I tried to heal him. Neither of us had any luck, his injuries were too severe. Castiel looked at us, his hands still on Gabriel's head: "It's not possible for an angel to heal an archangel. I'm just trying to jolt his mind into thinking straight." He sighed and removed his hands from Gabriel. "Even then, it's possible that he's lost." I breathed in shakily, holding back my tears, I just couldn't bear the thought that Gabriel might be lost forever. Sam silently put his hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort me.

After that Castiel left, while I and Sam stayed with Gabriel, keeping him company. It was silent for a long while, neither I nor Sam knew what to say. Finally, Sam stood up and faced Gabriel with an intense gaze. "Gabriel, you have to dig yourself out of this hole. Look, I know you think it's safer inside. No more torture. No more pain. No more expectations." He sighed and looked at Gabriel, searching for something that would indicate that he understood what Sam was saying. But he just stared into nothing, his eyes empty. So Sam continued: "I've been there. You were nothing like your family. You sure as hell weren't like your dad. Me either. And just like you, I got out. Or I thought I got out. But then.." He took a step closer to Gabriel, still looking at him intensely. "Then, my family needed me. And this is my life. No matter how many times I've tried to fight it, this is what I was put here to do. This is where I make the world a better place." He sighed again and shrugged his shoulders in a resigned way. "And sure, yeah, hookers in Monte Carlo, sounds great, but your family needs you. Jack, your nephew, needs you. The world needs you. We need you." He paused and looked briefly at me, before turning his head back to Gabriel: "Angel needs you." He said quietly and let Gabriel time to process his words. "So please, help us." He said finally.

It was silent for a few minutes and just when I thought Sam's speech didn't get through to Gabriel at all, he said something: "Porn stars. They were porn stars, Sam." His eyes glowed in a bright blue and the ghost of his old, cocky grin flickered across his face. As much as I was relieved that we got Gabriel back, I was also hurt that the first words he said after years of torture were about porn stars. Porn stars. Barely able to hold back my tears I stormed out of the room, through the long corridors of the bunker, in my room, where I threw myself in my bed and started crying. I knew I should be happy that Gabriel was alive and still kind of sane, but I couldn't ban the image of him with some porn stars of my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that he faked his death and took off without a word to me. I thought we had something going on, but the fact that he abandoned me for his freedom told a different story.

Back in Gabriel's room, he barely noticed that I left because he was still not completely himself, Sam and Castiel fed him the other ampoule of his grace to help him recover. Only seconds after that, Sam's phone rang. He picked up and put the person calling on speaker: "Samuel." An all to familiar voice said in a confident tone. Gabriel looked up in horror and jerked back, it was the voice of his torturer. It was Asmodeus. "I hope you're having a pleasant day." Gabriel’s breath quickened and he looked like a cornered animal. "It's come to my attention you boys have something that belongs to me and I'd like it back." Sam and Castiel exchanged worried glances but he answered calmly: "I don't know what you're talking about." "Oh, I believe you do. And I'm gonna give you one chance to return him to me. No harm, no foul." If I were present during that phone call I'd ripped the phone out of Sam's hand to give him a piece of my mind. But Sam just stayed cool as he answered simply: "I'm hanging up." Asmodeus didn't like that: "Do not hang up on me." He roared furiously. "Gabriel is of no use to you in his current condition. Should you choose to resist me, I have no choice but to take him by force." Gabriel looked horrified at his words and panted fearfully. "I will reduce you and that sad little bunker of yours to ashes. You've got ten minutes." With that said he just hung up, leaving Gabriel on the edge of a panic attack and two very worried boys.

Meanwhile, I was in my room, trying to get myself together again. By the time the bunker went into the emergency mode, I'd stopped crying and was almost back to normal again, or at least almost ready to act normal again. As soon as the lights went red and the alarm started blaring, I burst out of my room and rushed to the entrance, almost running into Sam and Cas, who were headed to the same direction. "What's going on?!" I asked tensed, a knife in my hand. "Asmodeus. He's coming for Gabriel." Sam answered courtly and fastened his pace. When we reached the conference room we were immediately attacked by a bunch of demons, but we could handle them without a problem. The problems started when Asmodeus himself appeared, grinning arrogantly at us.

"Your warding wasn't designed for the likes of me, Samuel." He pinned the three of us against a wall, using his powers and looked at us, mildly amused. "I've come to claim what's mine." We had to watch helplessly how two demons dragged Gabriel across the room towards Asmodeus, he looked confused and scared. Asmodeus walked towards him and patted his cheek with an arrogant smile. "Oh, I missed you, boy." Gabriel whimpered and turned his head away from him. Asmodeus chuckled and took a step back, Gabriel squirmed under his gaze and looked up to him like a frightened child. "I'm gonna have to punish you rather severely, I'm afraid." He said, trying to achieve a fatherly tone, but it just sounded slimy. Gabriel breathed heavily and looked around, his eyes pleading for help. Watching a pathetic little demon like Asmodeus treating a powerful, several millennia's old archangel like a naughty child made me furious and gave me new strength. Somehow I managed to break free from Asmodeus' grip and jumped at him with my knife directed at his heart. But he saw me coming and with just a single movement of his hand, I was thrown against a wall again. This time I wasn't so lucky, my head slammed against the wall and I immediately lost my consciousness, causing me to miss all the following action.

Asmodeus watched Gabriel with a while, a satisfied smile on his lips. Finally, he nodded towards the stairs and the demons holding him dragged him up the stairs and towards the bunker door. Asmodeus straightened his suit in a business-like manner and turned towards the boys. "As for you two.." he raised his fists and slowly started closing them, causing Sam and Castiel to squirm in pain. Apparently, he had forgotten about unconscious me, lying beneath the table. Meanwhile, Gabriel and the two demons dragging him reached the top of the stairs, where Gabriel struggled and overwhelmed them. He threw them both over the railing and leaned on it, panting. Asmodeus frowned and shifted his attention to the battered archangel: "Gabriel. What are you doing, son?" His voice was amused, bursting with confidence. If I had been awake this statement would've made me furious. Asmodeus smiled sadistically: "You know too well what I can do to you." The angel didn't react, his head hanging low, his hands tightly gripped the railing. Asmodeus frowned, now getting angry, and shouted: "I broke you!"

Gabriel slowly lifted his head, eyes glowing bright blue. "You're too weak!" Asmodeus shouted again, now really furious. With a sudden movement, Gabriel straightened his back while at the same time his appearance changed back to normal. His wounds disappeared, so did the blood and the dirt and his hair were clean and fluffy again. With still glowing eyes he looked down at Asmodeus, unfolding his wings as a demonstration of power. The look on Asmodeus' face changed as he slowly began to realise that Gabriel was finding back to his old self, hectically he produced a lightning bolt and threw it at Gabriel. But the archangel casually slapped it to the side, cracked his head a little and looked at Asmodeus with cold eyes: "Not anymore." He tilted his head a little and said in his usual, mocking tone: "Oh, by the way, I always hated that dumbass suit." And with that, leaving Asmodeus no time to react, his hand jerked forward, his eyes started glowing and Asmodeus slowly started smoking. Gabriel twisted his hand a little and the smoke turned into fire. Asmodeus looked at his hands in horror and started screaming, Gabriel smiled and watched satisfied how his torturer burned to death. And I was still unconscious, which really annoys me now, I would've enjoyed seeing him burn.

Afterwards (after they brought me to my room) Cas and Sam told Gabriel everything that'd happened, including how we want to save Mary Winchester and his nephew Jack from an alternate universe. It was a lot to take in and Gabriel, freshly recovered, was a little overwhelmed. "Whoa- too much information." He stuttered. "Slow down, I'm not processing." He groaned and massaged his temples. Castiel sighed: "And there's more... Michael wants to come to this earth and destroy it. We may need your help to fight him." Gabriel slowly raised his eyebrows, obviously hoping that he'd heard wrong: "What?" Sam chuckled softly at his reaction: "Yeah." It was not a happy chuckle tho, more like a 'yeah, I know, we're fucked' chuckle. Gabriel looked at Sam with a 'please tell me you're joking' face. Sam sighed and said with fake joy: "Welcome to the team."

The archangels face showed his disapproval: "Uh- yeah. Not so much." He said slowly and leaned back. "I mean, thank you for the rescue and for the redemption arc, but uh-" he slowly stood up while speaking "I'm not really a 'team' guy." Sam looked at him like a lost puppy while Cas, already knew what came next, looked annoyed. Gabriel, not caring about any of them, continued speaking: "Sooo, I'm gonna bounce, okay? Uhm, but, you know, it's been- uhm- What's the opposite of fun?" He tilted his head a little, pretending to think about it, then answered the question himself: "That." He walked past the two boys, seemingly not caring at all. "No. Gabriel, don't- you- you can't just walk way!" Stuttered Sam, still looking like a lost puppy. "If Michael comes here, he will end this world." He continued after Gabriel just walked past him. The angel sighed and turned around: "And the last time the world was ending, I put my money on you." He said and pointed at Sam with a finger gun. "I think you can pull it off again." He turned around and started walking again when Castiel spoke: "No. You cannot turn your back on your father's creation." His face was serious as he when he appealed to his sense of honour. Gabriel turned around again and looked at the other angel almost pitiful: "Castiel, my father turned his back to his creation." After no-one replied he shrugged and said: "Guess it just runs in the family" sounding a little bitter and before anyone could answer he was gone.

That was the moment when I walked into the room, I could just hear the flutter of his wings and frowned in confusion, I was still dizzy from my head injury. "What the hell is going on?" I asked Sam and Cas and they told me everything. "He- he left?" I whispered, close to crying. Again. Nobody said anything. Cas looked at me with pity. Sam pulled me into a hug. When Dean got back from apocalypse world, without Ketch, we found out that he wasn't able to find Mary and Jack and Ketch decided to stay in apocalypse world to prepare everything for another rescue attempt. He was not happy when he found out that Gabriel took off and we haven't had any archangel grace left.

Two weeks later, after we found Rowena, we finally knew were Gabriel was and of course we immediately took off to the town where Rowena's tracking spell told us he was. I was not sure how I should feel, now that we had a real clue where Gabriel was. I was still hurt about how he acted but I also missed him, I've been missing him for over 7 years and his sudden appearance brought all the feelings back. I wanted at least talk to him, maybe shout at him. Arguing from the other end of the motel room brought me back to reality and I decided to see what Sam and Dean were fighting about this time. Turned out, that Sam wanted to stay longer in this town, to check every possibility, while Dean wanted to move on. "We don't have time Sammy!" He shouted angrily, but also desperate, he was like this all the time since he came back from apocalypse world without Mary and Jack. "Mom and Jack, they could be hurt or worse. And we're stuck here in this stupid motel room looking for some runaway, dumbass archangel who doesn't wanna be found!"

Sam frowned and opened his mouth to answer, but before he could say anything I decided to involve myself and maybe try to calm things down. "Dean, calm down, we still have a chance of finding Gabriel. I mean, yeah, Rowena isn't the most trustworthy person but she is a powerful witch after all." I said in a calm voice, hoping I could reason with him. But he just rolled his eyes: "This town has more than five houses, Angel, what do you think is gonna happen? That Gabriel just comes here like 'hey fellas, I'm here to help you'?" I opened my mouth to protest but was interrupted by someone knocking on our door. I exchanged glances with the brothers and together we walked to the door, weapons ready. Dean carefully opened it and what was behind that door took us all by surprise.

It was Gabriel, with messy hair and a bloody shirt. He smiled weakly at our dumbstruck faces: "Hey fellas, looking for me?" Slowly we put our guns down and let him in. I wanted to heal his wound but Dean wouldn't let me, he didn't want Gabe getting strong enough to disappear again, so I let Sam handle it. It was bad being so close to him and knowing that I never meant anything to him, but it was worse that he acted like he didn't know me. He barely looked at me and only shot me a curious look when I offered to heal him. I mean I never told him about my powers, but it still hurt to see him act that way. I tried to ban these thoughts from my mind and watched Sam patching up Gabriel instead. "Alright, this is gonna hurt a little." He said while he bandaged him. "A little?" Gabriel groaned and shut his eyes in pain. I couldn't fight a smile, guess he wasn't used to being actually hurt.

"How'd you know we were here?" Sam asked after he finished and looked at the wounded archangel. Dean and I stood beside him, watching him with emotionless faces, probably the first time I was with Dean when it comes to deal with the Trickster. "Come on." Said Trickster chuckled and sat up. "I felt your witch's tracking spell the second she laid it on me. Tasted like haggis." "So now you're in trouble?" Sam asked casually while putting away his medical stuff. "What gave you that idea?" Gabriel asked, trying to sound as cool as always. Dean lifted his eyebrows and answered: "Well, you show up at our doorstep, bleeding like a stuck pig." "This?" Gabriel laughed, gesturing at his wound. "Eh you know, I roll into town, have some fun, stumble into the wrong poker game, take a guy's money... his wife.." He shrugged. "Things get messy." None of us believed him for a second, I was the one to voice my disbelief: "You're trying to tell us you came here to have some fun?" I asked with raised eyebrows. "Yeah, this isn't exactly the Riviera." Dean scoffed. "I know right?" Gabe laughed and then looked at me curiously. I hated it, like he never met me.

Then he cleared his throat and got ready to stand up: "Yeah, so anyway, uhm- I don't suppose you guys have any more of my grace laying around, right? 'Cause, uh, the tank's a little low." He looked up hopefully and I reluctantly admitted to myself that he looked adorable like that. "Did you drain it killing Asmodeus?" Sam asked, sounding a little worried. "And ditching you," Gabriel added and I winced, another thing that hurt. "I'll recharge eventually but uh- until then..." He didn't finish the sentence and looked a little desperate. "Whatever we didn't use on you, we used to open up a rift." Dean finally said. The archangels face showed literally 'oh fuck' and he was silent for a while. "...cool" he finally said. "Super duper. Okay. Well, uh, in that case, gentlemen and lady, I must bid you my goodb-" he groaned loudly as he tried to stand up and his wound hurt. "Yeah, no-" he said, leaning back again. "Maybe after a little siesta." With that said he laid down on the couch and closed his eyes. The fact that he actually fell asleep worried me a little, even though I tried to ignore that. We used the time he slept to discuss what we should do with him.

"I don't get why he's here," Sam said thoughtfully and looked at the sleeping angel. "Yeah, well, right now I don't care. He's here and we're gonna keep him here." Dean said and before I could say something Gabriel woke up in a jolt. "Where am I?" He mumbled confused until he saw us sitting at the table. "Oh, right. You." He sighed and touched his wound carefully. "Ouch." He winced and looked down at his stomach. Sam stood up. "Gabriel, look, we don't really know what's going on here." "We need your help," I said bluntly, staring at him with a neutral expression. "Uh-" he started, confused about my behaviour "Yeah, not a big joiner." He chuckled. Dean looked at him and raised his eyebrows triggered. "So you have better things to do than save the world?" "Exactly." He answered defensively. Dean and I exchanged glances while Gabriel tried to stand up again. "Look, this has been great, a real thrill, but uh- I just came here for the silver stuff. And since you don't have it anymore-" he lifted his suitcase and jacket and stood up with a barley concealed grunt "-it's time for me to say sayonara."

In exactly that moment the door flew open and two men stood in the doorway. "We're here for the angel." Said the big, muscular one with a Scandinavian accent, while the other one, a smaller, slimmer man (more a boy than a man), just flexed with his nicely done hair. For a second under the big one's features glowed a dangerous-looking face with horns, while the slim one had a horses head underneath his human face. "What the hell are you guys?" Asked Dean horrified, then whispered to Gabriel, loud enough for everyone to hear: "The hell are these guys?" "Oh, just a couple of Norse demigods." Answered the angel in his typical, casual way. "Demigods?" I snapped and raised my knife, ready to fight. It followed a brief fight that ended with Gabriel stabbing the big guy with a wooden sword that looked like a katana. When his body dropped to the ground the other dude froze and stared at Gabriel with wide eyes. "Hey, handsome" the angel teased "are you ready to die?" The boy broke free from his paralysis and ran away. As soon as he was out of sight, Gabriel lowered the sword and held his wound, groaning.

Dean relaxed a little and looked at Gabriel. "You okay?" He asked, even tho the answer was obvious. "Yeah, yeah.. I'll go after him in a sec... I just.. need a minute." Answered Gabriel panting, still holding his wound. "Wrong." Replied Dean simply and pulled out a pair of angel-proof handcuffs. "You're not going anywhere." Gabriel looked at the handcuffs and sighed frustrated, but didn't seem surprised. So we tied Gabriel to the bedframe and went to get rid of the body, laying in our room. "You know, you guys are lucky I'm low on power, considering what I did to the last guy who locked me up." Dean took off his jacket unimpressed. "You know what?" He asked. "We said we'd let you go, just as soon as you tell us what the hell is going on here." Gabriel looked away "yeah.." he clicked his tongue "it's not a fun story." "Well, we just broke into a junkyard and stuffed the body of a demigod into a car crusher. So I think you owe us some answers." Sam and Dean threw their jackets at their beds and sat down in front of Gabe, while I leaned against the wall.

“Okay, they’re not really demigods." Gabriel started, which just got him unimpressed stares from each of us, so he continued, sounding almost defensive. "Look, the whole Norse pantheon is its own weird thing." He looked at us, checking if we were listening. "Think of them more like, uh, God begotten monsters-" "Yeah, whatever. What did they want with you?" Interrupted Dean impatiently. Our 'prisoner' sighed, knowing his stalling time was over: "I killed their brother." He said directly. Sam looked at him like 'you did WHAT?' but then just asked why. The archangel was silent for a moment and then started he started to talk: "Remember when I told you what happened after I faked my death at that motel?" He asked and I closed my eyes, knowing what was about to come. "Yeah, of course, you went to uhh- Monte Carlo with a bunch of porn stars." Dean's reaction was soft chuckle like 'niiice dude', but then he was serious again.

"Yeah, well, I left a few parts out." Gabriel took on narrating again: "After Lucifer 'killed me', I needed to lay low. Luckily, I used to hang with a pretty resourceful crew. Found me a real top-shelf hideaway." He then told us about this fancy penthouse, the porn stars, how he played poker and so on. "I had it made." He sighed. "All the booze I could drink, all the uh- entertainment, I could handle.." Sam saw how my gaze hardened and quickly interrupted before he could continue: "Okay. Why don't we just skip to the end?" Dean looked a little disappointed but seemed to understand, while Gabriel was kind of offended, but then he sighed and skipped, as requested, to the end of his story: "So this is how it ended. The two dudes from earlier, along with their brother, captured me in my sleep and somehow managed to sedate me. By the time I came to, they had me sold to Asmodeus."

"Why would they do that?" Asked Sam, looking confused. Gabriel looked at Sam like he was stupid: "Helloo? Lucifer? In case you don't remember, there was an apocalypse brewing at the time." "We remember." Sam courtly answered. "Well, Vegas odds had my bro pulling off a big win." "Yeah? And whose fault is that?" Dean asked coldly. Gabe pressed his lips together and didn't answer at first. "Hmmm." He said finally. "Fenrir, Sleipnir and Narfi were just trying to cover their asses. They needed to get rid of me before Lucifer figured out where they had me hidden. But selling me to that Kentucky fried asshole? For them? That was all profit." His speech grew a bit heated towards the end, but who would blame him? Dean nodded slowly and then asked: "So you want revenge?" Gabriel rolled his eyes: "Well, obviously. Roasting Asmodeus was satisfying- for a hot minute. But you know one thing better than killing him? Slaughtering them all."

Sam nodded slowly. "But since you're low on grace, you had to do it the old fashioned way. With wood." The archangel smirked: "Don't let anybody ever tell you, you're just a pretty face. Sam stood up from his chair and looked down at Gabe: "All right. Anyway, if there are only three, uh- gods, monsters, whatever-" he walked over to Gabriel suitcase with the swords and opened it "how come there are four swords?" "Oh, that top one? That is for the man with the plan, the architect of my torture and my own, personal public enemy number one. Their papa. Loki." His eyes were dark as he spoke out his name and a shudder ran down my spine, he was scary when he had that look on his face. "Hold on-" Dean was confused, "I thought Loki was you?" Gabriel then explained how he once saved Loki and therefore the god of mischief let him use his identity. We were silent for a while, then I asked: "And you saw Loki in Monte Carlo?" He looked at me, again with that thoughtful, curious look in his eyes: "Well, I needed someplace to hide." He then answered, shrugging his shoulders. “And he’d already helped me once.”

Dean nodded slowly then looked away and scoffed: "You know, none of this would've happened if you'd just stuck around and helped us fight Lucifer." Gabriel looked at him offended: "Hey, I did help you!" Yeah, but you didn't stick around. I thought and looked away for a second. But Gabriel was now in defence mode. "Casa Erotica?" Oh yeah, I remembered this. I cried. Good times. "You call that help?" Asked Sam, in disbelief. "I call that art." Gabriel shot back. "But, yes, without me, you two chuckleheads and that girl-" Really Gabe? Just "that girl"? Thanks. "-never would've known how to throw Lucifer back in the cage!" Dean was not impressed: "Yeah, but instead of giving us a hand, you ran and you just did it again when you ditched us in the bunker!" His voice grew louder every second and this time, I didn't try to calm him down, I agreed silently. "Alright, Dean-" Sam tried to stop him but Gabriel got in the way: "I have more important things to do than to join your little band of merry men." He spat back. "What you're doing. This. This is not important-" Dean started to argue back but Gabriel cut him off. "Every day, Asmodeus tortured me! Every day! He fed off my grace for years! He used me. He debased me. Until I was-" he broke off and calmed down a bit. Nobody dared to say something until he continued. "What I went through, you don't forgive. Everyone who had a hand in it will die. Get me?!" He asked aggressively.

Sam wanted to answer but now I had enough. "Of course we get you." I snapped and came closer. "Everyone of us gets you," I growled. "Dean went to hell for fucking 40 years. He was tortured every single day for 40 years! Every day! He got the mark of Cain and became a demon! Sam's soul was in the cage with Lucifer and Michael for 120 years, being tortured by the devil himself! He got possessed by an angel and had to watch him kill one of his friends! And I too, know torture, physical and mental. (I deliberately didn't go into detail here, it was too personal) We all lost so much over the years. Friends. Family. But we didn't give up. We didn't run. We kept going and saved the fucking world more than once. So would you stop thinking about yourself for one goddamn minute and get yourself together? We need you. The world needs you." I started screaming but ended with barely a whisper. Everyone stared at me with wide eyes. I scoffed and left the room, I needed alone time to get my feelings under control.

After I left, Sam and Dean stared at Gabriel, waiting for him to say something. After a few minutes of complete silence, he looked up. "I guess-" he cleared his throat "I guess she's right.. I'm sorry guys." He just seemed tired now. Neither Sam nor Dean answered, but their gazes softened a little bit. "Okayyy awkward-" Gabriel tried to find back to his usual, unbothered self. "Can you at least tell me who that girl was who just shouted at me? I feel like I know her but I can't put my finger on it.." That was the wrong thing to say. "You don't remember her?" Dean growled and glared at him murderously. "Should I?" Gabe raised an eyebrow, more confused than scared. "Angel? The girl who lives with us in the bunker? The half nymph?" Sam tried to jolt his memory. Gabriel's eyes widened in shock: "That was her? That was my Angel?!" "She's not your Angel! And she never will be, not after what you put her through." Snapped Dean and stabbed him with his gaze. "What I put her through? I-I didn't do anything to her!" Gabriel exclaimed, truly shocked by the accusation.

Sam sighed: "You died. She never recovered from that. She didn't eat properly for weeks. She didn't go out. She cried every night. Gabriel, that girl loves you with every cell of her body and after she learned that you went to Monte Carlo to "shack up with porn stars".. well it hurt her almost worse than the fact that you let her in the dark about you being alive." Gabriel's head dropped to the ground. "I was just trying to protect her.." He looked up to the boys: "You have to believe me! I never meant to hurt her! I love her!" His eyes were desperate and the brothers knew he was telling the truth. "Alright." Sam finally sighed. "But you need to tell her that." He said with a serious face and unlocked the handcuffs that kept the archangel in check. "Woah- you're just gonna let him go?" Dean objected, not happy with his younger brother. Sam sighed. "Dean.." Dean just rolled his eyes and raised his hands: "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Go talk to her." Though it was clear that he wasn't exactly happy about that. Gabriel sighed in relief and stood up. "Thank you, I'll be back." He walked to the door and froze. "Uhm... Guys?" Sam and Dean looked at each other alerted and rushed to see what Gabriel had discovered. In front of the door lay a strand of my hair, a lollipop and a piece of paper saying 'catch me if you can'. "What the hell..?" Dean asked, looking at Gabriel for an explanation. Gabe sighed and picked up the lollipop. "Loki." He said with a dark look in his eyes. Sam looked at him horrified while Dean slammed him against the wall, furiously. "So you're saying that because of your stupid little revenge plans, a Norse god captured Angel?" "Dean, we don't have time for this! We have to get her back!" He said urgently and Dean reluctantly let the archangel go. "Okay, Gabriel, do you have any idea where Loki might be?" Asked Sam, trying to stay calm and focus.

You're probably wondering how I got into this situation, well, lemme tell ya. As you might remember I left the room after I was done shouting at Gabriel. I planned to go for a walk to cool off a little and to get a grip on my emotions, but then someone knocked me out with a baseball bat. (That was quite painful.) When I woke up again I was in a luxurious suite, apparently a penthouse, I looked around in confusion and noticed a guy standing by the window, his back turned to me. Apparently, he sensed that I was awake and turned to me, smiling, a lollipop in his hand. I gasped as I saw his face: "Gabriel?!" Then the rational part of my brain kicked in: "No you're not Gabriel, you are- are you Loki?" The dude looking like Gabriel smiled and nodded appreciatively: "Smart girl." I probably should be terrified, held captive by the god of mischief, but I was actually delighted, I always had a thing for Norse mythology.

"Amazing!" I exclaimed, causing Loki to raise his eyebrows, visible confused, apparently not the reaction he had expected. "Excuse me?" "Actually, I'm a fan." I grinned at him and spend the following minutes discussing Norse mythology with Loki, a dream come true. But suddenly we heard noises from outside the door and Loki sighed. "I'm afraid I might have to kill you soon, although I really do like you." I nodded solemnly: "You need to pressure Sam and Dean, eh?" I guessed. "That's okay, I understand." My reaction to someone telling me that they would kill me might seem a little odd but frankly, I didn't care if I would live or die, plus I was pretty sure that even Loki couldn't defeat Sam and Dean. "You sure are something, I understand why he likes you so much." The god murmured, watching me thoughtfully. "He?" I asked in confusion, but Loki didn't get to answer, as the door burst open and the Winchesters, lead by Gabriel, stormed into the room.

I was mildly surprised to see him, but then again, he wanted his revenge so it made sense. "Ahh Gabriel, glad you decided to show up," Loki exclaimed, greeting the archangel like an old friend. "And you brought your friends, how nice of you." He chuckled and eyed the Winchesters in amusement. "What do you want, Loki?" He growled, a wooden sword in his hand. The god's face turned hard and he pulled a knife, holding it to my throat. "I'm gonna see you suffer and then I will kill you." Now I was confused, why was he threatening Gabriel with my death? "Don't bother, Gabriel won't care about my death. You would piss of Sam and Dean tho, and believe me- you don't want that." I said calm and collected, not caring about the cold knife at my throat. I did not expect Gabriel's reaction to Loki's words tho: "Don't you fucking dare killing her!" He growled and took a step closer to us. "Ah-ah, be careful!" Loki said in a cheerful voice and increased the pressure on my throat, causing it to cut into my skin and I felt a small rinsal of blood running down my throat, Gabriel immediately froze, watching me with wide, anxious eyes.

Surprised I realized that he actually cared about me, at least enough to not want me dead. "You must know, that Gabriel here cares about you quite a lot," Loki said, his face close to my ear. He smirked at Gabriel and the Winchesters provocative. "He wouldn't shut up about you." I looked at Gabriel, eyes wide with disbelief. "He does?" Gabriel smiled at me weakly but didn't respond. "Oh yes, of course." Loki laughed delighted and stepped away from me again. He was about to say something but before he could he was attacked by Dean, who had sneaked up from behind. Then Gabriel appeared in front of him, stabbing the wooden sword into his heart before he could even react. Meanwhile, Sam freed me from the ropes that strapped me to the chair, then he hugged me tightly. After he released me, Dean pulled me into a hug, relieved I was still alive and well. "Alright let's go." He finally said and let me go. I nodded but looked down on Loki's body one last time. "I actually liked him." I sighed and left the room, following Sam and Dean. Gabriel followed after me and it took all my strength to not look back at him. I was really confused about what Loki had told me and how Gabriel behaved. What did all that mean?

Sam and Dean were waiting at the car and I was about to join them when Gabriel held me back. "Can I talk to you for a second?" He asked, with unusual seriousness. "Uh- sure." I nodded, not knowing how I should act in front of him. He pulled me out of Sam and Dean's sight and took a deep breath. "Look, I'm sorry I left you. That I didn't tell you I'm alive. But I was- I was just trying to protect you! If Lucifer found out about my feelings for you, he would've hurt you to control me and I couldn't let that happen." He sighed and looked at me regretfully. "I thought of you all the time. Even with the porn stars when I did- uh.. things.. with them." I cringed, too much information. Then I sighed and looked up to him, about to say something but he was faster: "I love you Angel and I never meant to hurt you. You have to believe me!" He pleaded while I was caught off guard by his sincerity. "I- I believe you." I finally said and I could see him relax. "And I love you too," I added and realized it was true as soon as I said it. I could see Gabriel's eyes light up with joy and he leaned forward to kiss me when we heard someone clearing his throat in a very angry way. Simultaneously we turned around and saw Dean looking at us with his arms folded across his chest: "Are we ready to go?" He asked and then looked at Gabriel: "Are you coming?" Gabriel straightened himself and nodded: "Yes, I'm gonna help you safe the world. And your mum and Jack." "Great. Let's go." Was his only reaction. Then he took my arm and pulled me gently away from Gabriel and towards the car. The archangel just rolled his eyes at Dean and then followed us.

Nearly immediately after Gabriel sat down next to me I fell asleep against his shoulder, it was an exhausting day. When Dean noticed how close we were, he deliberately made a swerve, that caused me to glide away from Gabriel and now leaned against the window, still sleeping tho. "Dean-" Sam sighed and shook his head. Gabriel glared at Dean in annoyance but decided to let it go. Dean just grinned and drove steadily towards the bunker.

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tfw-no-tennis · 3 years

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mtmte liveblog issue 10

double digits baybe

its roller! he....sexy

well that whole registration deal sure doesn't seem like its a ploy to identify the main forces of the decepticon revolution or anything!

chromedome using rungs model ships to tell his story...omg

the ironic billboard hvbhjsdkfbjdjgfkl

prowl givin off those rancid bbc sherlock vibes lmao

hrk....prowl and cd have such an interesting and tragic relationship...aughhhh

RED ALERT!!! I forgot he was in the flashback bc his present self is busy being...headless....

OHH SHIT so they uncover the decepticon symbol on the wall using ultraviolet light, and we also get shown the back of red alert’s head, with some mnemosurgery marks...which can only be seen under ultraviolet light. CLEVER

I literally only noticed that this time lmao I don't think I picked up on it even on my 2nd readthru....poor red alert geez, no wonder he’s so untrusting

poor cyclonus, he literally had nothing to do w/this, meanwhile rodimus is blaming him when the Real reason this happened to red alert is all the overlord business, which we know rodimus’s role in....(well, later)

god I love this entire interaction between cyclonus and drift, I'm so glad we got it. bc like, cyclonus is basically everything drift is trying so hard to be - cool stoic religious sword guy who used to be a bad guy, except cyclonus is still firmly not an autobot, while drift is hardcore leaning into being an autobot in an attempt to get people to forget that whole ‘murderous decepticon’ thing

and drift seems like the type of guy who cares The Most about how he’s perceived by the people around him, but he tries to act like he doesn't care, even tho its pretty obvious he does. cyclonus, meanwhile, ACTUALLY doesn't care about what people think of him, and that probably irritates drift, along w/everything else cyclonus has going on

cyclonus is so iconic...he just smacks the sword out of drifts hand like ‘yeah we’re not doing this.’

aaand then he just pins drift down effortlessly...I feel kinda bad for drift cause he’s trying so hard but also, cyclonus is such an icon

also I love the way milne draws cyclonus. sexy skull guy....

godddd cyclonus’s little speech is so fucking cool...cyclonus is seriously just so cool and epic js

oooh and first aid has that medic droid that was spying on red alert...

prowls never been in a fight oof I forgot abt that

aaand there's orion pax supercop lmao

tailgate being so wow’d by pax’s coolness is adorable

op sure loves the violence huh bvfjhsdfgbdjhkf

I feel like all of shadowplay just goes to show that sometimes you CANT change the structure of a system from the inside - which is, iirc, what op is trying to do, and the reason he’s still a cop under the senate even though he doesn’t agree with them - but like, sometimes you just gotta burn that shit to the ground and start over, and op clearly doesn't realize that....

oh the irony of prowl saying ‘I hope I never end up as jaded and cynical as you’ to op

oof,, whirl is right...its clear prowl and cd care abt each other a lot, in their own weird awkward way...oof ouch

also poor whirl, jesus, literally everyone seems to blame him for turning megatron violent as if that's all on whirl and not 1) meagtron’s own actions and decisions, and 2) just another example of how fucked up the system was, taking in account whirls whole backstory about how he was forced into being a dirty cop and told to kill megatron but ended up just beating him up....like, if it wasn't whirl it would've been someone else beating up megs, and the shift to violence seemed inevitable given the state of society, whirl’s assault of megs just happened to be the straw that broke the pacifist’s back

geeez and the fact that whirl saved his 1 phone call to warn pax that the senator was in danger, despite the fact that whirl was also being beat to hell by other prisoners and apparently being denied medical treatment...yikes. also the fact that pax just leaves whirl there (iirc?) after whirl gave them invaluble information

ah, the driving power of wanting revenge. also god I'm sad abt whirl :( when he says he just wants his hands back...fucking ouch

oooh its skids! baby skids!! and a certain somebody next to him....

I love seeing cd and prowl talk about what they think is coming, right before yknow, a 4 million yr long civil war. feels like how talking about 2020 in january/febuary turned out lmao

they keep saying clampdown and it reminds me too much of quarantine, which I've been stuck in for weeks now bc I have covid, and oh my god who knew sitting inside with nothing to do for like 3 weeks was so boring. jesus. at least in early 2020 quarantine it was warm enough to go outside, mostly...whatever, I'm doing this liveblog to entertain myself while I waste away inside and mtmte slaps so at least this is a good time

anyways, back on track. cd and prowl have their big tragic romance thing going on, and rewind is not into it, understandably

OH SHIT ITS TREPAN i forgot he was in this

also his name is kinda hilarious to me bc ‘trepan’ refers to ‘trepanation,’ which was the old-timey “””””medical””””” act of drilling holes in your skull to like, idk, let out the ghosts or something, you know how medicine was back then, you kinda just made shit up as you went along. anyways, that's a hilariously on-the-nose name for this dude, and makes anyone who recognizes his name go ‘oh hey you’re sketchy as hell,’ a full 3 seconds before trepan acts sketchy as hell in-story to let anyone who doesn't know about obscure historical alternative medicine in on it

YOU WERE IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMETHING, WERE YOU

lmao this dude rlly tried to act like he had ‘cleanse and control’ tatted bc he was an janitor....bruh

oh hey look its pious maximus, that guy who disappeared months ago after saying some stuff the senate didn't like! well, he certainly doesn't look like he’s having a good time

I'm fascinated by the fact that cd saw this whole state-run brainwashing clinic thing and ended up joining up later

also the fact that prowl saw All That and was like ‘idek if the law is being broken rn tbh’ liiiiike, dude, if the law isn't being broken when there's state-sponsored mass brainwashing going on, don't you think that's a pretty good indicator that the laws in place are pretty bad???? maybe????

ngl the first time I read this I was already pretty confused, and the senator changing his looks off-page Really did not help

ooh its all comin together...this shit is JUICY

‘we have to steal the matrix’ I FUCKGIN LOVE IT LMAO NATIONAL TREASURE LOOKIN

so the plot has thickened, like, a lot. and now we’re doin a HEIST! nice

#lj rereads mtmte

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in-tua-deep · 5 years

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Inktober day two: Guns

Prompt list by @totallyevan, here ;3c

me, realizing I have consistently forgotten to put my work on tumblr and that a bunch of drabbles have been rotting in my google docs (though admittedly only up to 4th bc my weekend was hectic af - I’ll try play catch up with the others but HERE WE GO)

His hands are sticky. Sticky and wet and slippery. He wants desperately to wipe his hands on his shirt, on a towel, on anything - but then he’d have to put down the gun that is pointed shakily at the man who has his arm wrapped around Klaus’s neck.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was just supposed to be a dumb outing with his idiot brother so that he would shut up about waffles while he was trying to work. He’d gotten Klaus to promise to not bother him in his room for an entire week if he just went with him to the hole in the wall diner that Klaus insisted was the best in the world.

Who the fuck robbed a shitty diner?

It had been three guys, and Five had noticed them from the moment they entered, seeing the glint of sunlight on gunmetal. His first immediate thought was that it was the Commission, because who else would show up in this random place at a time that just happens to be when Five is present? And he assumes that the Commission doesn’t want too much collateral damage - they waited for the tow truck driver to leave and Agnes to be in the back room before confronting him.

It’s only three guys, not the massive hit squad that invaded the concert hall. There was to be some measure of subtlety if they don’t want to draw too much attention to themselves.

But he assumes wrong.

The lead guy swing his gun up and shoots at the ceiling, making everyone panic. Five reacts automatically, grabbing Klaus and bodily shoving him down under the table. Klaus gives a cry of surprise, and pain where he smacks forehead and elbows against the table and seat, but Five doesn’t care about that right now. He just reacts.

He jumps to the lead goon, and grabs the gun to wrench up and away. The butt of the gun slams into the guy’s face, bone crunching and blood flying. Five broke his nose. The guy stumbles away. Five doesn’t have time to address that before the second guy is on him.

The rifle Five has in his hands is big and dramatic, but not exactly handy for close quarter combat. To be fair, no guns are handy for close quarter combat, which was exactly why Five generally preferred to fight that way. But it’s at least handy as a weird shaped baton which Five slams into the stomach of the second guys and makes him double over.

The first guy recovered and Five bring up the rifle again to slam it into the guy’s face for a second time, making him stumble backwards with both hands over his face with a shout. With the extra room it’s easier to bring up the gun and shoot the second guy in the leg.

The first guy gets his hands on the gun and pulls, and Five doesn’t bother to try and overpower him. The dude is big and muscular, and Five is a scrawny teen. He’s well aware of his strengths and weaknesses. He fights smarter, not harder.

The guy stumbles back, not expecting the lack of resistance. Five takes this wonderful opportunity to grab one of the little diner forks that fell to the floor in the initial panic of the men entering. In Five’s opinion it’s a handier weapon that the gun - more versatile.

Five surges forward and lashes out, burying the fork into the leader’s shoulder. It has the added bonus of the guy dropping the gun with a howl, hand going to the fork and wrenching it out. Weaponized, the guy lurches towards Five.

And Five? He jumps. He snags another fork off a nearby table and pops up behind the guy and buries a second fork in the guy’s junction between shoulder and neck and twists before stooping and scooping up the gun again.

He points it at the two and they raise their hands in surrender, but then he hears a cough behind him and remembers that there were three guys.

Five turns, and the third guy has his arm wrapped around Klaus’s neck, a handgun pointed at Five’s brother’s temple with a hand that shakes.

“D-drop the gun!” The new guy shouts, voice cracking in his nervousness, “Or I shoot this guy!”

Five’s hands are covered in blood. It would be so easy to let the rifle slip from his fingers. The leader is crouched down with his two stab wounds and blood streaming down his face from a twice broken nose, the second guy is on the floor in a puddle of blood pressing his hands against the hole that Five put in his thigh.

The third guy’s hands shake, and Five watches the pointed finger twitch against the trigger with more attention than he’s given anything else today.

They’re amateurs. They’re three goons who are complete idiots for trying to rob a tiny diner in broad daylight. They don’t know what they’re doing.

Five would have preferred professionals. He knows how the Commission operates. He knows how professionals work, what they know their best options to be, what they’re likely to do next. These guys, Five can’t predict.

Five’s fingers tighten around the gun, and he doesn’t drop it.

“What?” Five calls back, arching an eyebrow. The tried and true method of being a brat. “Why would I drop my weapon? Why don’t you?”

“I- I’ll shoot this guy! You were sitting with him!” The guy sputters, looking very uncertain. Mercifully, Klaus stays silent. Whether that’s thanks to genuine intelligence or because the guy’s arm around Klaus’s neck is making it difficult to breathe is up for debate.

“You have one hostage.” Five says, nodding to Klaus, “I have two.” He gestures with the rifle towards the two goons who flinch away. “And both of these idiots are in need of medical attention, but if you drop the gun and don’t fuck with anyone else, then I don’t care what happens to you guys and I’ll stop attacking.”

“I have more that one hostage! I have the rest of the diner! I can just start shooting!” The idiot argues, taking the gun from Klaus’s temple to wave in the air to punctuate his point. It makes Five relax at least a tiny bit.

“A hostage is a person I care about saving.” Five tells the man bluntly, “There’s only one of those in here.”

Silence follows that statement. Some civilians are looking at him in shock, but honestly Five doesn’t care about them. He can’t care about them. If he looks too closely at people, he starts remembering bodies and trying to match faces to corpses. If he looks too closely, he starts thinking about the innocents he killed and the families and the bystanders and everything else he keeps locked inside of a little box in his heart.

He cares about seven whole people in the universe, and those people are his siblings and his mother.

It’s quick after that. The guy reads Five’s sincerity in his eyes, his lack of regard for the lives of the men behind him. Five only refrained from killing them because he was pretty sure they weren’t Commission agents and he didn’t want to have to deal with another one of Luther’s ‘murder is bad’ lectures. He surrenders, dropping the gun to the floor with a clatter and running over to his fellow robbers, pressing his hands against the wounds to keep pressure on.

Five doesn’t have time to wait for the sirens he can hear approaching. He hands his gun to the nearest civilian and jumps next to his brother.

“Come on Klaus,” He says urgently, tugging his brother’s elbow to steer them towards the back door. After seeing Five fight two adult men and stab one with forks, no one stops them.

Klaus follows easily. Way too easily. They make it all the way out the door before Klaus seems to reboot and bursts out with a loud, “You care about me!”

A quick glance reveals that Klaus is making the sappiest face Five has ever seen. He has to nip this in the bud. “No. I just don’t want to have to explain to Diego about how your idiocy finally got you murdered.”

“You said you care about me!” Klaus crows loudly, making Five hiss because quite frankly he’s still covered in blood and the only reason he isn’t just chain jumping home is because that would mean abandoning Klaus. “You said I was the only person you cared about in the diner!”

“I care about Mom’s disappointed face.” Five shoots back, dragging Klaus down another alley. “Though I’m caring less and less the more you open your mouth.”

“Hold up hold up!” Klaus cries, digging in his heels and bringing them both to a stop. He gives Five a critical once over, pursing his lips at the state of his brother. He looks like, well, like he’s been in a fight to the death with two armed robbers. “We need to do something about this if we don’t want to be stopped on the way home.”

Five scowls darkly. He really should just ditch Klaus and jump home, it’s the simplest and easiest solution. But for some reason, he can’t quite bring himself to let go of Klaus’s elbow that he’d been using to drag his taller sibling around by.

He startles badly when something brushes against his face, before realizing it’s Klaus scrubbing one of the sleeves on his black jacket over the blood splatter on Five’s cheek. Klaus hushes him, scrubbing harder.

It makes Five pull away, baring his teeth as he jumps and reappears a few feet away. He gets a certain amount of satisfaction watching Klaus almost overbalance - that’s what he gets for treating Five like a child.

Klaus huffs like Five is the one being unreasonable here.

Five is really giving some serious consideration to just jumping home by himself when Klaus starts stripping in the middle of the alley. Five gives his brother a face that clearly indicates his question of what the fuck.

This face becomes even more pronounced when Klaus thrusts his jacket out in Five’s direction.

After a solid minute of Five and Klaus staring at each other, Klaus sighs deeply. “Wear the jacket. It’s big enough to cover your shirt and hands which, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but your entire torso kind of looks like you just auditioned for a shitty slasher film.”

Five can’t… exactly argue with that reasoning. He scowls, and snatches the jacket away and shrugging it on. It fits okay around the shoulders - Klaus is a skinny bastard - but it’s way too long and the sleeves go well past his hands. This is what they need, yes, but it makes Five feel like a little kid playing dress up which he’s not exactly appreciative of. He can’t even hike the sleeves up because, as Klaus so gracefully pointed out, his hands are covered in blood.

He deals with this by shoving his hands in the pockets, extra sleeve length and all, and vividly picturing stabbing Klaus in the face when he coos over his smaller brother.

“I hate you so much.” Five informs his brother, “Let’s just go.”

“Aw,” Klaus clasps his hands together and presses them to his cheek, gazing at Five like he just proclaimed his love for puppies. “I love you, too.”

#inktober #tua inktober #tua #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy inktober #number five #five hagreeves #klaus hargreeves #some chaotic brother bonding #five wishes all people were professional bc at least then he could count on them not making idiot choices #you bet that five is going to reconsider his stance on killing people even if they aren't commission agents sorry @ luther #but like if he was allowed to use lethal force he would have slaughtered all three dudes in like a heartbeat #i bet you a hundred dollars that later patch shows up at their door to stare the entire family down #as she tells them eyewitnesses indicated a scrawny teenager who came in with a scrawny adult went full terminator on some robbers #all while staring five down #five has already washed all the blood off him and burned his shirt to get rid of the evidence #so he just sticks his nose in the air and denies everything #klaus was probably freaked out after the thing happened #but honestly fussing over five and teasing him does wonders for Klaus's processing #if five knew that he'd probably tolerate it a bit better #but also maybe not

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Resurrection AU

Daenerys Resurrection AU, bc i refuse to believe what happened to her was real. Drogon took her east to the Red Priestess and she was brought back.

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“What unites people?” Tyrion started

“Armies? Gold? Flags?” he shook his head, disdainfully looking at the ground.

“Stories. There is nothing in the world more powerful than a good story. I remember the stories I was told when I was younger. They often scared me to the very core. Nothing can stop it, no enemy alive to defeat it, and who has a better story than Bran the Broken? Thrown out of a window as a child, by my own late brother.” He added the last part in as a whisper, afraid to admit Jamie was dead. He looked to the man who was sitting quietly in his chair. Everyone seemed surprised, even his sisters.

“The boy who was thrown from a high tower and lived. He knew he’d never walk again, so he learned to fly. I ask you now, Bran the Broken if we choose you, will you wear the crown?”

Bran smiled and confidently answered, “Why do you think I came all this way?” Tyrion was surprised, expecting a no from the man, who only days before muttered something about never wanting to be a King. Muttered something about how the skies were open and consistently called out to him.

Something occurred to Tyrion, and he wasn’t sure how it made him feel. This boy who he just named King, he knew all along, he was the real player of the game of thrones. He knew about everything even Daenerys’ massacre of Kings Landing. He knew at the end of it all, he would be made King, he would bring glory to House Stark after years of being put down.

Pleased with himself, Tyrion wandered into the sunlight and closed his eyes. Dreaming of the days of drinking and joking with Jamie. The days of being married to Sansa, who only sat a few meters away. He closed his eyes in prayer, hoping that everything was a dream.

The council surrounded Bran and the Starks and congratulated them. They have won the Game of Thrones and took over from the Lannisters, a family that committed dozens of crimes against them. Amidst the chaos, the council and Tryion, who still stood in the sun with his eyes closed, missed a great shadow pass above. The next thing however, Tyrion and the rest of the council did not miss. He heard a sound he thought was most definitely part of a dream, a dragon’s roar. He turned to the sound and tried to convince himself what he was seeing was a dream. For the life of him, he couldn’t focus on the dragon, or more importantly on its back. His eyes could not see if Daenerys was resting in her usual spot. Then again why would she be? She was dead, Tyrion had no reason to worry. Although he did worry that he would have to deal with her ghost haunting him for the rest of his days.

Drogon landed on the walls of the Dragonpit, the ground shook under his weight. The Lords and Ladies of Westeros were silent, not entirely sure why the Dragon was there.

“Maybe he feels connected to King’s Landing because it’s where she died.” They refused to say her name, it became much like a curse in the time since the massacre.

Then the unexpected happened, the dead Dragon Queen slid off her child’s back and began walking towards the group. Tyrion just stood, staring at her, his mouth trying to form words, but all that came out was a tiny quiet noise. Daenerys came closer, she looked brighter than before and there was a small bounce in her walk. She took the only free chair, in front of the council. None of the Lords and Ladies could believe what was happening in front of their eyes, only Grey Worm gave her a smile, the others too busy trying to form words. Bran turned to look at her and opened his mouth to say something, but she interrupted him.

She smiled. The Mother of Dragons smiled at them, “My apologies for being late,” No one could respond. “I did have quite a long journey.”

Sansa was the first to speak, cleverly formed words dropped from her lips, “I thought you were dead, my lady.” Sansa was still bitter about Jon asking a foreigner for help.

“I still do believe it is and will always be Your Grace. I will let it go this once,” Daenerys calmly replied to the Red Wolf, and then continued. “I was-“ She was interrupted.

“You are dead.” Tyrion finally managed the power to speak, and his blunt words were harsh. Daenerys was unhappy she was interrupted, but to have her former hand, an enemy, remind her that not days before her body lied lifeless on a cold, stone table. The reminder of the pain and burning of a dagger being pushed into her chest by her own lover was still too much to process for her.

“I was, but Drogon,” Daenerys waved her hand at her child, who sat in a corner of the pit, waiting for a command, “Took my body east, to Volantis, a Red Priestess revived me, just like the Red Woman did for Jon Snow. The Lord of Light still has plans for me apparently, and my watch was not over, or something along those lines.” She folded her hands in her lap. With a careful eye, you could see where the dagger that Jon Snow placed in her heart had ripped her dress.

“I considered staying in the East, in Essos. My true home. But the Lord of Light did not bring me back for that, he brought me back to get revenge on those who conspired my downfall.” Daenerys turned to Tyrion.

“The sight of you in chains does please me greatly,” She stood, and slowly began walking towards the Imp that once called himself her Hand, “But the crowd around Bran and the Starks confuses me. Does someone care to explain?”

“Bran was chosen as King of the Seven Kingdoms.” Daenerys didn’t care to acknowledge who the voice came from.

“A Stark as King, and living in the South? The last time a significant male Stark went South, he lost his head.” Sansa and Arya cringed at the reminder.

Tyrion was still in shock, and stared at his former Queen, “He has the better story, Daenerys.” She scoffed at his use of her name, and at the fact, he had the courage to do so. She knew he was afraid of the Mother of Dragons, and Sansa did too.

“You will not threaten him,” Sansa stood joining Daenerys by Tyrion. “My brother Bran has the better story, a better journey of the people here.” Sansa raised her chin, making herself tall. Yes, she was taller than Daenerys, but not in self-esteem, she lacked the confidence Daenerys had used to conquer the slave cities in Essos.

“A better story than I? Please, Sansa, you know as well as I do that is simply not true.” Daenerys walked away from Tyrion, to the edge of the tent and looked out to Drogon. After a moment of silence, she then turned back to the council.

“I spent my life in foreign lands. So many men have tried to kill me, I don't remember all their names. I have been sold like a broodmare,” She moved to in front of the council, but still spoke to Sansa. “I’ve been chained and betrayed, raped and defiled. The world hadn’t seen a dragon in centuries until my children were born. The Dothraki hadn’t crossed the sea,” She paused to laugh, and clasped her hands in front of her, “Any sea in fact. They did for me. I was born to rule the Seven Kingdoms and take back what was stolen from my family.” She spat the last part directly at Tyrion.

Tyrion had finally managed to gather his strength. “You murdered innocents and burned an entire city to the ground. Yet you called it mercy. How in any world is that mercy? Children died, women died, families have now gone extinct thanks to you.” He looked up to Daenerys, and directly into her eyes. “You can not call yourself a merciful queen after that.”

The Lords and Ladies nodded their heads in agreement with Tyrion, any of them too afraid to say what he had.

“I will admit, sailing to Westeros is probably the biggest mistake of my life. I should’ve taken an old lovers advice,” She smiled at the thought of laying in bed with Daario in her pyramid in Meereen, times were a lot simpler then. “Coming to Westeros, I lost two of my children. I lost my most trusted adviser, not to mention at the hands of your own sister, my oldest friend who loved me in a way I couldn’t love him. He swore his life to me and died protecting me in a war that wasn’t mine, to begin with. I was manipulated into helping a cause I could’ve ridden out on my throne at Dragonstone, and dealt with the aftermath after the North had been slaughtered. In a moment of weakness I agreed to help Jon Snow, and Sansa’s beloved North in that war.”

Daenerys paced by members of the council that were unfamiliar to her.

“After that war, I moved South and was ambushed by a fleet that was supposed to be ruled by Queen Yara Greyjoy,” She stopped in front of Yara and cocked her head sideways, her mouth drew into a tight-lipped smile.

“Imagine my surprise, I had made an alliance with this queen back in Meereen,” Daenerys continued moving along the council.

“Her brother murdered my child, Rhaegal. Cersei then thought by moving all of her citizens into the gates would stop me because ‘The Dragon Queen has a soft spot for the innocents and slaves’.” She turned back the council.

“Sitting on the back of Drogon, and hearing the bells, I was reminded of everything I had lost. Two children, my best friend, my oldest advisor, and a lover in Jon Snow even. I physically couldn’t let Cersei rejoice while I mourned deeply. Not to mention Lord Varys had been poisoning everything that was brought to me. The poison clouded my judgment.”

“I didn’t execute Lord Varys only because he betrayed me, but also because I could no longer trust any thing that was brought to my table. I felt myself falling into a hole, one that I climbed out of so many years ago in a desert with my Dothraki blindly following me. So please, do rethink why I did what I did. It had to be done.”

Tyrion’s body began to fill with rage that was larger than himself. “You could’ve stopped, given the people a choice!”

“There was no choice to be given. If given one, they would’ve chosen to live in their old world and not my new one. I promised I would break the wheel and if I had given them a choice, I would’ve broken my promise to myself all those years ago.” Daenerys now stood in front of Bran, she had a sense of eagerness still to her, and Tyrion grew worried.

“I wanted come to back to Westeros and burn all of those who wronged me, but I won’t. I realize that the world isn’t perfect, I can’t have everything.”

“Ziry najikatas.” Grey Worm knew immediately who his Queen was talking about, and placed his hand on Tyrion’s shoulder.

“I will execute those who wronged me,”

She looked down at Tyrion. “You and one other will pay for your crimes. Not only against me but the Seven Kingdoms.” Daenerys spoke low, remaining eye contact with Bran.

“Forgive me, but you have no power here. You are an enemy to the Crown and the Realm.” Sansa grabbed Daenerys’ arm and pulled her away from her brother, and her former husband, not willing to see him hurt. She had already lost Theon, she didn’t think she could lose Tyrion and come out with her sanity.

“Bran can no longer walk, but he learned to fly. I am right, correct?” Daenerys yanked her arm from Sansa’s grip and wiped her hands on her dress.

“I can.” Bran spoke clearly, no emotion inflated his dialect.

“Good,” Daenerys stalked around the council, looking at them as if she was the cat, and they were the mice. “I have to conclude you saw that I burned King’s Landing before it even happened. And you saw my death, and you obviously saw yourself becoming King, because why else would the last male heir to the Stark crown come south?”

“I did.”

“He’s not the last male heir.” Sansa’s interjection went unnoticed by the Dragon Queen.

“You must know what happens next I imagine.” Daenerys was once again the edge of the tent, she found herself continuously checking on Drogon as if he needed her protection anymore.

“I do.” Sansa eyes immediately shifted from the imposter Queen to her brother.

“What is she talking about Bran? What is she saying? What is going to happen?” She bombarded him with questions and he shrugged her off. This is the only time that Sansa seemed genuinely interested in Bran’s warging powers.

“Then you must understand my reasoning behind it. I imagine if you were to become King instead, you would do the same to those you have betrayed you.” Her back was to the group but her head turned ever so slightly, the new Prince of Dorne shuddered when she made eye contact with him. He knew that Daenerys Targaryen was dangerous and on edge.   “I most likely would, Daenerys Stormborn.” Bran shifted uncomfortably in his chair. The other Lords and Ladies grew impatient and nervous. Whispers floated around them.

“She has definitely gone mad. With the help of poison or not.”

Daenerys then walked down the stairs and back to Drogon, a growl came fro his mouth. and climbed on. Drogon took off back in the direction they came from and the council withdrew a breath they weren’t aware they were holding. Tyrion moved to look for Drogon and saw nothing in the clouds. His worry started to slide away, and fast. The council bombarded Bran with questions, unaware of what Daenerys was talking about. Or if anything she said about being poisoned was true.

Bran’s calm and melodic voice started and it immediately calmed the group. “Forgive me, Lords and Ladies of Westeros. I would do the same thing if I had someone betray me in my Kingship. Bring him in.” Grey Worm moved to signal his forces, and Jon Snow was brought into the pit chained, his clothes covered in dirt, his hair loose and a long beard grew on his chin. This no longer calmed the group, well most of them. Yara Greyjoy had managed to figure it out, and she was more than happy to watch.

“It seems that Queen Daenerys is going to execute the Stark bastard for what he did. I do enjoy a good show.” She smirked to herself, but Arya was quick to her feet, a dagger at Yara’s throat. Arya had been fine to watch and listen to the events that were unfolding in front of her, but at the mention of her brother Jon, she could no longer hold her quiet reserve.

“You will watch your words carefully, if you talk about my brother like that again, you will be dead before you can say your house words.” The Greyjoy queen sunk into her chair.

Jon Snow was placed under the tents. The Lords and Ladies that had no part in engineering Daenerys’ fall from the throne were removed. Bran knew he was going to survive, that Sansa and Arya would also. They were going to be spared to suffer, but also as a constant reminder, their lives could be taken as well. The Stark bastard had no idea what was coming for him, and no one had the courage to explain.

Sansa and Arya refused to leave the Dragonpit, insisting on staying with Jon.

“Jon, you are and always have been family. I will not let you be forgotten.” Sansa held his chained hands and forced him to look at her. Jon was in a daze though, refusing to eat or drink anything, he did hear the words, but they made no sense to him. His brain couldn’t decipher the message.

Jon Snow and Tyrion stood in the middle, Jon was still unaware that Daenerys was alive. Sansa released a shaky breath. It was clear. Their mistake was in conspiring to have Daenerys removed from her place of power, either stand with Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen or die.

A dragon screech was heard above them, Jon’s head snapped to the sky, and gasped. Then he saw her, his lover, his Queen. The woman he loved but murdered in cold blood for the better of the Kingdoms.

“Love is the death of duty.”

His mouth instantly went dry, his brain moving too quickly for his mouth to catch up. Drogon landed once again in front of the tent, eerily staking towards the group. A scream from the Dragon Queen was heard.

“Dracarys.”

Jon Snow’s last words were to be written down as an example of irony.

“Daenerys?”

The woman he murdered in the cold blood now sat in front of him, on her dragon child. His life now in her hands, and it was gone with a single command.

Sansa was made Queen in the North, and the North did receive the independence they thought they deserved. After months of convincing, Arya accepted Gendry’s proposal and became the Lady of StormsEnd, vowing to never visit King’s Landing without absolutely having to. Bran moved to the Wall, became a Maester and lived the rest of his days there. He rarely spoke and kept to himself.

Daenerys however, got the crown she had sought after all her life. Becoming the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms was her life goal, and now that she sat on the Iron Throne looking out at her subjects as they yelled.

“Long May She Reign!”

Daenerys felt a weight lifted off of her shoulders and she relaxed into the throne. The Seven Kingdoms had never seen such peace under Daenerys the First.    

#daenerys #daenerys stormborn #daenerys targaryen #daenerys targaryen imagine #got au #daenerys au #daenerys resurrection #game of thrones season 8 #game of thrones #got season 8 #got season 8 spoilers

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