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darikbelochka · 3 months

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I’ve decided to post wip and sketches here too so yasha as eight of swords(means something about shackles)

#fan art #fanart #critical role #critical role fanart #mighty nein #the mighty nein #the mighty nein fanart #yasha nydoorin #yasha critical role #tarot cards #eight of swords #sketch

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deusvervewrites · 11 months

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8 and 9 in time x mighty vigilante:

All Might's idea of changing the past was doing it incognito and failing to stay incognito

That sounds like him, yeah

#asks #eight and nine in time au #mighty vigilante au

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sylvanfreckles · 1 year

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The thing I want to see most in the Mighty Nein animated series is the fight with Lucien on the mountainside.

Fjord's "Now who is stealing from whom?"

Beau: *pop-pop* "Were your beds not comfy enough?"

Owl!Yasha snatching Beau out of Lucien's hands

Veth's Hypnotic Pattern outlining the anti-magic cone (after worrying that she can't do anything to help in the fight)*

The triple counterspell, of course

"Claim the rest. The wizard is mine." (And swords slash through the illusion. The jig is up from here. He is unhappy.)

And, finally, Fjord standing up as though to fight, only to point over their heads in pretend horror as an illusory ancient white dragon roars into view thanks to Major Image

*edit: my mistake, it was the Phantasmal Force of Illusion!Caleb that drew Lucien's attention to help save the group

#critical role #mighty nein #mighty nein animated #C2E123 fair-weather faith #for reference #or 'this is all because ashely rolled an eight'#for marisharaygun fans

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ruvi-muffin · 1 year

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Can i just be emo for a second that kingsley's alive?? ;u;

And essek's alive ????

We never expected to Actually have nine of them AND YET 😢😢😭😭😭😭😭😭

💜🧡💛💖💚💙🖤❤💗

#istfg if any of them dies #muffin rambles #am hurteth #am thriving #i love them #mighty nein reunited #h y p e #aahhh #only eight more hours

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eorzeashan · 1 year

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Dread Master Raptus: You walk in darkness, spreading fear by whispers. You learned the power of Lord Jadus, who sees much that we see.

Dread Master Raptus: You are not Sith, but you may join us, serve us as Kephess did. We will feast upon your mortal dreams, and our union will be strong again.

Eight: If I were to say yes-- if I were to take part in your "union"-- how would we begin?

Dread Master Brontes: You must first be degraded. You must be humbled and humiliated, stripped of all but fear.

Oricon, my beloved.

Eight's actually having a really good time here: due to his connection with Jadus, he feels right at home, and his Lord protects him from the Dread Masters a lot better than Lord Hargrev can. It's the kind of mission he'd volunteer for to see what secrets he can mine for Jadus and himself, and so far he's going around thinking, is this what your grand vision for the Empire was, Jadus?

Ironically this is also the second time he's been asked to form a union with a Dark Lord(s) of Fear, but I can't imagine Jadus is too happy about his counterparts trying to join with his own Hand in the exact same way. In fact, I imagine he's quietly furious-- no one may partake of his Hand but him, and the Dread Masters display their supreme arrogance in both being aware of his mark on Eight and directly asking to take it for themselves. He's clearly been gone too long if his rivals think they can reap what he has sown.

And Brontes, Eight's already gone through that.

I imagine Jadus' power rumbling through Oricon, and for a split second, the Dread Masters lose their composure.

Then, he speaks.

By my command: destroy them, so I may absorb their power. I will show them the true definition of depravity, and what it means to challenge me. I am Jadus. I am eternal. I am fear.

Go with my blessing. They will not have you.

#proceeds to not do ops because im a cheapskate #the union parallels!!!#eight: I told you I'm already married #dread masters: we can share we're not picky #eight: what did I just say #jadus: you question the words of the MIGHTY BIBBLE #i've been waiting so long to get to these parts because I just love the idea of pitting jadus against all these other scions of fear #and seeing how he might react to them #he hates other sith though #and villain vs villain is my favorite trope #this feels like a dark lord bracket #if he beats the dread masters here he gets to face vitiate #swtor #agent replay

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greekedtext · 1 year

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I just realized we'll get to see Molly's cards animated. They might well skip the periapt and the Summer's Dance (alas) and the ransom of Gustav (alas for Cad's warning that "there's something inside you that wants to put you in a box"). Even Jester's reading Lucien's cards might be skippable, though it is pretty cool. Still, Molly's deck is too important to skip entirely, right?

(Now I'm bracing myself for the possibility that Kingsley's first words won't be the same. Because if they don't plan to lead up to that they probably actually CAN skip the deck.

(nbd "Love? Love" is only the most important line in the campaign to me! Like it's even more important than "pain doesn't make people" -- we get to see all along this theme that friendship saves lives in face of abuse and shame and difficult recovery, but Kingsley at that moment saying "Love? Love" turns it and shows you another theme that was there all along, namely that queer friendship saves the world. It folds everything, even Jester's flirtations with dudes, even Veth's hetero but transgressive feelings for Caleb, under the same umbrella of queer community, and we'll always have that even if we don't get the same dialogue for Kingsley's first words, but please can I have it animated please????)

#critical role #the mighty nein #mighty nein animated series #spoilers #mollymauk tealeaf #thank you mr. taliesin jaffe #multiple edits because posting on my phone is the pits #like six or eight edits oh my god #fuck let's make nein edits why not #I didn't mean to put an entire paragraph in the title line but fixing it would be Too Tiring

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paulo-gazzaniga · 2 years

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bro how embarrassing is it to be in a european final and the commentators unanimously agree that your goalkeeper is the best player on the pitch

#mighty big yikes #eight to zero shots on goals i s2g #liveblogging

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rubyisms · 9 months

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i love how my go to shipping solution as an adult for multi-shipping, especially if i think everyone involved in multi-shipping scenarios have chemistry, is to just polycule them

i've done this three times now, and the largest is my m9 polycule ship which a whopping total of eight people all holding hands.

#rubles.txt #only five of those eight are mighty nein members. the other three are outside of the nein.#well i guess essek is considered part of the nein so make that six.#POINT BEING I HAVE A PROBLEM

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steddiewithachance · 1 year

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"You Should Date My Nephew"

"433-6296". Wayne mouthes to himself. He visualizes the little slip of lined paper that's taped to the wall above their phone at home. 433-6296. He could call. But he wont.

Wayne grunts as he lowers himself to sit on the curb outside the plant. He got off work --he pushes up the sleeve of his jacket to check his watch-- 36 minutes ago. It's 3:36 am and god dammit Eddie how many times did he remind the kid to set his alarm. How many times did Wayne remind Eddie that his truck was in the shop and that he'd need a ride home in the morning. And every single time he'd mention it, Eddie responded "I got it old man! I'll set an alarm" with an exasperated eye roll and would go back to whatever he was doing. Wayne has tried calling the trailer a dozen times already and damn that boy for being such a heavy sleeper.

433-6296. Wayne could probably solve his problem with a single call, but that would be completely inconsiderate and borderline inappropriate, so he wont. A gust of cold November wind hits Wayne unforgivingly in the face and makes his eyes water. He pulls a pack of camels from his chest pocket and with stiff, shaky hands, lights one. 433-6296. He could call or he could walk home. The walk wasn't easy in ideal weather when Wayne was fully rested. Right now it was freezing, Wayne didn't have his good jacket, and he just finished an eight hour shift. 433-6296. Fuck it.

Wayne stands up and hurries toward the phone before he can talk himself out of this. It's insane, and he knows the poor kid barely sleeps as it is. Knows from Eddie that he'll pick up the phone anytime Eddie has a nightmare and drive over to talk him out of the bad dream, keep him company, or fall asleep on the floor of Eddie's bedroom so his nephew doesn't have to go back to sleep alone in a haunted home. 433-6296 Wayne dials and waits with baited breath.

The phone rings a handful of times before a quiet voice greets him on the other side of the line.

"H'llo? Eds?"

"Uh hi Steve. It's Wayne?" Wayne says quietly into the phone. Steve seems to sober immediately.

"Mr. Munson? Is everything okay? Is Eddie okay?"

"Yeah no everythin's fine. I'm sure Eddie's safe and sound at home. Look, I'm real sorry to wake you, kid, and I'm sorry to even be askin' you in the first place. I know it's mighty unfair of me to call at this time but uh- My trucks in the shop and Eddie was supposed to pick me up from work forty minutes ago but I think he mighta slept through his alarm. And it's too far for an old man like me to walk. Was wondering if I might owe you a helluva favor if you could pick me up tonight, son." For a few moments there is silence. Wayne worries he has crossed a line, for a brief moment he fears he might have burnt the most important bridge in Eddie's life. He's immediately regretting waking Steve up for this.

But then he hears the distinct rustling and thump of someone putting on shoes.

"Of course Mr. Munson, I'm leaving now. I'll be there as soon as I can." And Wayne is once again floored by this kid's kindness.

"Steve, thank you. I owe you son. Whatever you need."

"It's no problem! I'll see you soon."

"See you." Wayne mutters in disbelief and hangs up the phone.

And to think... Wayne used to hate Steve. The thing about Steve Harrington is that his name is haunted, in a way. And the thing about Wayne Munson is that he's a stubborn son of a bitch who will hold grudges on Eddie's behalf longer than the kid himself will. There were countless days in high school when instead of shooting through the front door of the trailer after school with a devilish grin and music blasting from his headphones, Eddie would turn the knob slowly and he'd drag himself into the house, giving Wayne a small nod before disappearing into his room quietly. Wayne felt like crying or punching something when Eddie came home in low spirits. He knew how evil the kids at school could be, and he knew the names of all the bad ones. Wayne always gave Eddie 10 minutes of quiet before he'd knock on his door and gently ask if he wanted to talk. It was a routine they had. He'd ask and Eddie would say no. But then like clockwork, Eddie would open up about his day later in the evening usually while they ate dinner and before Wayne left for work. He'd complain about all the kids that made him feel bad: Hagan, Harrington, Perkins, Hargrove, Carver, and so many more.

So imagine Wayne's surprise on March 27, 1986 when he briefly left Eddie's hospital room to get coffee and returned to Steve Harrington, the bully son of Richard and Nicole, sitting next to his nephew's hospital bed. It had been a long week of worrying on Wayne's part, and an emotional 48 hours spent at Eddie's bedside, so Wayne had very little patience for whatever was happening in front of him. In retrospect, Steve Harrington was looking at Eddie... sweet and tenderly, even back then. But in the moment all he could think about was Eddie returning from school with hunched shoulders and his head hung low.

"The hell are you doing here?" Wayne asked using his gruffest and most intimidating voice, arms crossed, standing in the doorway. The way that Steve startled was like nothing like Wayne had ever seen. He jumped a foot into the air and folded into himself.

"Oh! Mr. Munson. I'm sorry I didn't know you were around. Just, uh, didn't want him to be alone in case he woke up." Steve had said rising from his seat. When Wayne didn't budge from the doorway or respond, Steve nervously fiddled with the zipper of his jacket.

"How do you know Eddie?" Wayne asked trying to keep his firm tone.

"From high school sir. But also through a mutual friend. Dustin Henderson? They play DND together. Dustin and I brought him in after we found him like this..." Steve lifted his head again gauging Wayne's still stern expression and sighed. "Look, I'm sorry sir I didn't mean to interrupt anything I'll get out of your hair."

And Wayne wanted to be skeptical of Steve, wanted to accuse him of doing this to Eddie, but the truth is that Steve sounded painfully earnest. And there's no human explanation for the tiny bite marks all over Eddie's body. Wayne stepped out of the doorway and let Steve take a few steps down the hallway before calling out to him.

"Hey, Harrington?" Steve turned around quickly, looking back with a startled expression, maybe surprised that Wayne knew his name at all. "D'ja see what happened? I mean d'ya know anythin about what hurt him?" Wayne asked more softly. Steve looked around the crowded hallway, with nurses buzzing from door to door. Steve shook his head slightly, apologized, and continued down the hallway.

But Steve didn't stay out of his hair for long. The kid was exasperatingly persistent in being around for Eddie. And while Wayne kept a watchful eye on him, he was starting to get the idea that Steve Harrington was not who Wayne thought he was. He cooked for, cleaned after, and tended to Eddie, asking for nothing in return. Often refusing to stay for dinner when Wayne was home, even if he was the one who cooked it, because he didn't want to interrupt family time. If he brought food from out he always brought something for Wayne, and never took the money Wayne tried to push into his hands for it.

"Here, Mr. Munson. I wasn't sure what you wanted from the diner, but Eddie said you're not picky so I brought you a burger and fries." Steve had said that first time, holding out a bag in front of him.

"You brought me food?" Wayne asked perplexed.

"Well yeah, of course. I wouldn't have shown up with dinner for just me and Eddie." Steve set Wayne's bag on the counter when he made no move to take it.

By now Steve knew Wayne and Eddie's order at pretty much every food place in Hawkins and Wayne and Eddie were getting real creative at finding ways to slip money into Steve's wallet.

On top of that, almost every other day, Wayne gets home from work to find a maroon bmw parked outside his place while Steve helps Eddie through bad dreams. So what could Wayne be, besides grateful, for Steve Harrington's slightly confusing devotion to his kid?

He's snapped out of his thoughts when said maroon bmw pulls up in front of him. Steve is wearing a pair of wired glasses and his hair is all ruffled from sleep. Wayne opens the passenger door.

"You were waiting for forty minutes in the cold? Why didn't you call sooner?" Steve asked pushing up his glasses as Wayne closes the door quickly. And well... Wayne doesn't know how to respond to that.

"I- I shouldn'ta had to call you in the first place, Steve. I'm real sorry" Wayne says as Steve pulls the car out of park and starts driving back towards the trailer park. Wayne glances over at Steve waiting for the kid to say something. They sit in heavy silence until Steve breaks it by clearing his throat.

"Just... I know you're probably mad at Eddie but- but don't yell at him. He's barely sleeping so he really just needs the rest. It's not his fault." Steve ends on a whisper.

A tidal wave of different emotions rip through Wayne. Affection for Steve's caring nature, immense gratitude that Eddie has someone like Steve in his life, disbelief that Steve would say something like that after being woken at nearly 4 in the morning. Wayne was sitting and staring at the most selfless kid he'd ever met. Steve fucking Harrington.

"You should date my nephew."

Steves eyes widen and the car swerves.

"Uh- s-sorry- what?" Steve stammers.

"If I could choose someone for him, the best option out there, I'd choose you." Wayne says honestly, and he didn't even know he'd been thinking it until this moment. But it's so true. After so many heartbreaks over truly terrible men that Wayne could never see the appeal of, Eddie deserves someone like Steve. Steve face softens before checking to make sure Wayne was being sincere. Steve cracks a smile and chuckles to himself.

"What, you think I'm jokin'?" Wayne asks defensively.

"No sir! Not at all. It's just Eddie and I have been dating for months already. BUT- but- thank you for saying that! It means so much to me and truly Eddie's the best thing-"

"You- what?" Suddenly Wayne is embarrassed. Blushing. How'd he... how'd he miss that? And well, he did have a few moments where he thought the two of them were awfully close for a pair of young men, at least one of which who was openly queer, but they'd been through a lot together.

"Why did no one tell me?" Wayne asks turning his face away from Steve who is desperately fighting a huge grin and losing.

"We thought you knew. We sleep in the same bed every night."

"You do what now? Thought you were sleepin' on the floor" Wayne knows he sounds like the protective dad of a teenage girl and not the uncle to an adult man, but his world was just turned sideways. Steve laughs at that and adjusts his glasses before stopping at the red traffic light which almost immediately turns green because no one is out at this hour.

"Oh well. Good, I'm glad then." Wayne says after his mind has stopped spinning. "And call me Wayne already, you basically live at my house." He punches Steve lightly in the shoulder.

"Okay." Steve agrees quietly. He pulls into Forest Hills and stops the car in front of the Munson's place. "Mind if I just check to make sure he's okay before I leave? For peace of mind?" Wayne opens the door and steps out.

"Oh so now you're playing coy about sharing a bed? Just sleep here, kid" Wayne closes the door and heads towards the house. Steve jogs a little to catch up. When they open the door, the sound of an obnoxious alarm comes pouring out from the back of the house which concerns both of them. But when Steve hurries to Eddie's room he sees that the idiot had fallen asleep with music blasting in his headphones. Wayne stops the alarm as Steve gently tries to remove the headphones from his ears pausing the tape inside.

Eddie suddenly stirs and blinks up at Wayne and Steve looking down at him.

"'S going on?" He croaks, rubbing his eyes. Wayne and Steve share a look before Wayne chuckles and pats Steve on the back once before thanking him and wishing him a good night on the way out. After the door closes behind Wayne, Eddie looks back up at Steve. "What's going on baby? What happened?"

Steve slips into the bed and scoffs, fondly. He curls around Eddie and pulls him into his chest. Once they've settled, Steve pushes his fingers through Eddie's until they're all intertwined.

"Did you forget something, Bambi? Was there someone you had to pick up from work at 3 in the morning?" Steve whispers into his neck. Suddenly Eddie shoots up and dislodges Steve where he was leaning against him. Steve groans.

"Shit! Shit shit shit shit shit"

"Eddie it's okay c'mere. He's home now, it's all good babe." But Eddie just stares at the wall and pulls a hand through his hair. "No one is mad, just come back here. Let's sleep." And Eddie hesitantly lies back down.

"Did Uncle Wayne have to call you? I'm so fucking sorry Stevie." Eddie asks, sounding embarrassed.

"We had a nice conversation on the way home so it all worked out. You're okay. Sleeeeep."

And right before they both fall asleep, Eddie whispers, "Thanks Stevie, love you."

#steddie ficlet #steve harrington #steve x eddie #steddie #eddie munson #wayne munson #Wayne Munson POV #steve/eddie

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themightywolftiger · 1 year

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A Scientist’s Regret (Trafficsona Adventure)

This oneshot is based within the world of the DnD-inspired oneshot-campaign that I made for a discord group that I’m vibing in. This takes place prior to the events of this campaign.

CW: The oneshot ahead involves themes of dehumanization (how scientists could view lab rats), and also has references kidnapping and lab-based tests

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Fluorescent lights flickered overhead as a lone figure speed-walked down a winding, stone hallway. The man's boots clicked and clacked against the cold metal floor as he moved towards his destination. Sweat beaded against his brow as he scowled.

Why didn't I just take one of those stupid, hidden shortcuts?

The man mentally cursed himself as he regretted the decisions that led him to this point. There were so many hidden passages to this ancient place, and all of them can lead to the same location. But even if he were to change his mind now, he was already close to his destination.

A deep sigh escaped from the man as he turned another corner. The passageway continued for quite a few feet until a large, black metal door appeared in the distance and blocked the way forward. The man fixed his lab coat with a grumble as he stopped in front of the door.

Running his scarred hand through his purple-ish hair, the man checked the door and placed his hand against the metal. The door didn't even budge when he pushed against it.

Locked... Amazing...

Narrowing his eyes, the man looked towards the right side of the door and stared at the device attached to both the door and the stone wall: An electronic lock with a glowing number pad and speaker. Before he could type in the passcode for a quicker entry, a robotic voice buzzed from the speaker.

" Name?" The robotic voice questioned with a buzz afterwards.

" Alfred." The man, Alfred, spoke with a sigh.

Not this again...

Alfred thought to himself with a roll of his eyes. The man was tapping the tip of his boot against the metal floor.

I'm already late on my analysis. I don't need this!

" Full name?" The voice questioned again.

" Alfred Dentrel." The man sighed again with growing agitation.

" Name accepted. Welcome to Lab 2, Dr. Dentrel." The voice beeped with a scratchy tune.

Alfred let out a thankful sigh as the metallic door slid open with a loud clank. Quickly, the scientist entered the room before the door slammed shut behind him. If he were even a hair slower, then, well, he didn't want to think about it.

A brief pain went through his arm as he looked at the scratches on the metal door. Alfred looked down at his hand and stared at it with a wince. Eventually, the pain subsided as he took in a deep breath and released it. Alfred's shoulders raised a bit as he opened his lab coat and brought out his clipboard.

After taking his pencil out of his pocket, he walked to the nearest capsule and tapped the writing utensil against the clipboard. A sigh escaped from him as he rolled his neck and squinted up at the subject.

" Subject Eight: Striped Dogcat..." Alfred spoke as he began to write, " While not the strangest of the captured specimens, they do still have some... oddities to them."

Alfred looked up from his clipboard and grimaced. A shiver went up his spine as he noted down the burns that covered the lower, exposed parts of the creature's legs.

" Prior... ahem...Prior to obtainment, the subject was in an accident that burnt their legs below their knees." Alfred spoke as he shuddered again, " The skin should've healed a long time ago, but, it's still fairly damaged. The specimen's skin is still a milky red with white streaks. It keeps trying to heal as I've observed; however, something is preventing it from doing so."

Alfred continued to stare down at his notes; he didn't want to look up at the hybrid anymore than he had too. The scientist let out a sigh as he doodled small sketches with a slightly shaky hand. Alfred rolled his neck and shuddered.

" Be.... Besides these burns... The hybrid has lost their leg due to a fight with an unknown entity wearing a strange set of robes." Alfred noted with a squint of his eyes. The scientist grimaced as he recalled looking through the memories that the subject had from the origin world:

Each memory seemed worse than the last, each death seemed worse than the last, and each encounter with.... that thing.... seemed worse than the last. Even within this simulation, the encounters haven't seemed to have gotten better nor end.

Alfred's pencil stopped writing as he dug the granite of his pencil deep into the paper.

Crack!

The pencil began to bend causing deep cracks to form along its side. The man's mind was racing with multiple thoughts. Meanwhile, Alfred's wrist was shaking as he ignored what was happening around him unti-

SNAP!

" S-Shoot!" Alfred flinched as he looked at his broken pencil and the deep, hard to erase, indent on the page. He shook his head and let out a sigh,

" W-Why... Why did that.. that thing sound... so familiar?"

Alfred voiced his thought with a stammer; however, he gained no response from the near silent room. The man shook his head as he looked back down at this clipboard. After taking in a deep breath, he swapped his broken pencil out for a pen and resumed his documenting.

" Currently, we are monitoring the subject's brain waves in order to discover the true identities of the cloaked entities that we've heard about..." Alfred sighed, " We.... We haven't had any luck though. These entities are quite elusive and some can only appear within the subject's dreams...Said dreams that cannot be monitored at this time."

Alfred's shoulders scrunched up, " The head of the office has requested for permission to delve further into the subject's mind... But, there is a theory that...." Alfred's words trailed off as he cleared his throat and coughed.

Tap.

Alfred flinched as he briefly crossed one leg behind the other. Steadily, the scientist tapped the tip of his boot against the floor as his skin crawled. The man didn't want to finish writing nor speaking the sentence. However, he forced himself to continue; it was his job, after all.

" There is a working theory that the procedure will possible damage the subject's mind and this will be... near impossible to reverse without other kinds of damage." Alfred looked down and shuddered. The man let out a weak sigh as his hand began to shake. Alfred didn't even try to stop it.

" But, if the procedure were to be a 'success', " he avoided adding quotation marks in his actual notes, " then we should be able to uncover the secrets within the minds of the other seven subjects too."

The man lowered his shoulders as he looked back up at the floating body that was in stasis: Pale skin, bruises, burns, sleep deprieved, and a wolf-like tail and ears that were both covered in stripes.

It's strange.

Alfred finally thought after staring for what felt like forever. His pen rolled off his clipboard as he took a small step backwards. Then, his hand gripped against the paper until it started to become a ball.

I've been told to not care about these creatures... I've been told that they are bloodthirsty, aggressive monsters that will kill on site.. But, despite what we've, I've, been told, these subjects... these creatures... they're.... why're....

" Why... Why are they so... human...? "

#Mighty's oneshots #Mighty's DnD campaign #Mighty's Trafficsona Adventure #Trafficsona #Who's this OC? Don't worry about it #You'll meet him soon :)#Yes I realize that the drawing doesn't match Subject Eight's description #I drew this before I made this adventure #I just never found a good time to post it.#This is that good time.

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deusvervewrites · 1 year

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Eight and nine in time x secret love child x Brass Knuckles x mighty vigilante

I see that they've gone all-in on the pre-canon vigilanting

#asks #eight and nine in time au #secret love child au #brass knuckles au #mighty vigilante au

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ravelqueen · 1 year

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I was super convinced the the mighty nein reunited stream was today at 4am.... until i realised that i was thinking in *Korea* time zone shenanigans not in *US* times

#time is a weird soup #the mighty nein reunited #anyway won't get up at 4am tmr either bc i have a dentist appointment at eight #why can't everything be in Europe like #why must we suffer

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