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mrrharper · 1 month

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Personal Muscle, Uniform Included

Logan sat in his living room, looking out the window and ignoring all the e-mails waiting for his response. He watched as Lt. Storm paced in front of the house and fiddled with his protein shake. Just 15 minutes ago Storm finished a workout session, leaving his muscles pumped and sweaty, which was exactly how Logan enjoyed him.

Logan stood up and walked out of the house to see Storm finish his shake and put on his sunglasses. Storm noticed Logan on the porch and approached him. He stood straight and saluted.

"Commander. Your guard is ready."

"Good", Logan responded and put his hand on Storm's bulging biceps. The soldier didn't react to his touch. "You know what's on the agenda today?"

"Yes, sir", Storm replied, his voice low and gruff. Logan stood inches from him, inhaling his sweaty musk and massaging his arms. "I will be guarding your residence until 1900, when I will accompany you during your meeting with Mr. Janson."

Logan nodded, then licked the sweat off Storm's neck. "Exactly. Now assume your position, lieutenant." He gave Storm's pecs one more squeeze before walking towards the door and back into the house. Storm meanwhile moved into his default position - to the side of the entrance - then clasped his hands behind his back and stood there, not moving an inch, like a statue, guarding Logan's home.

Lieutenant Ryder Storm. 6'5, 260 pounds. Logan was pretty sure that wasn't his real name, but he didn't really care. What mattered was not his name, but that this behemoth of a man was completely under his control.

Many might think capturing and taking control over an American soldier would be a tall task. But well, it wasn't Logan's fault the Army made his job much easier by brainwashing Storm first. Both in that normal way of bombarding him with blunt propaganda and reshaping his personality during training, and in the unusual way of implanting a mind control chip on the back of his neck and connecting it to his nervous system.

As it is often the case with leading a fairly illegal enterprise, the government might want to disrupt one's dealings. And this was exactly what happened one day when a Special Forces squad entered one of Logan's undisclosed locations. The incident wasn't very destructive, no incriminating evidence found its way into the soldiers' hands.

Even better, one of the squad members lost his way and stepped into a small storage hall that Logan used as a trap. He then had the soldier transported to his residence where he began his work.

Discovering that Storm's thoughts were being tightly controlled by a mind control chip was like winning a lottery. He quickly gained control over this fascinating piece of army technology. First, he sent a few signals to the soldier's command to make sure they wouldn't even think of recovering him. Then things got interesting.

Logan spent hours untangling the Army's programming and rewiring it so that Storm would be fearlessly devoted to him, and not any of his previous superiors. The process was a bit messy, but not as hard as Logan expected. It was surprisingly easy to use the Army's conditioning that made Storm an obedient weapon to turn him into Logan's enforcer.

And that was the extent of his original plans. Make the muscular soldier his personal security guard. The criminal underworld he was dealing with on the regular wasn't known for its high regard for bodily autonomy, and having a brick wall of a man standing right beside you really helped during talks and negotiations.

Logan laid on the couch, on the phone with a subcontractor who trying really hard to backtrack on their side of the contract. It's been annoying dealing with the guy. This was a part of a project he expected to go through seamlessly and without drama. The reality turned out to be much more irritating.

Storm entered the living room, checking up on Logan.

"Is everything in order, sir?"

"Yes, it is.", Logan replied after muting the phone conversation. He looked at Storm, how tight the shirt he wore looked like on his built upper body. That’s when an idea came to him.

"After I give you a sign, you will say loudly 'Ramirez has been dealt with, sir.' You understand?"

"Sir, yes sir!" There was no visible reaction on Storm's face, his voice steady and unemotional. Logan grinned and went back to his call.

"Well, I still have a problem understanding your issue." He furrowed his brow. This guy has been really getting on his nerves. Then he looked at his soldier and nodded. Storm understood the signal and spoke, his voice sounding almost like a threat.

"Ramirez has been dealt with, sir." Storm stood at attention with his military boots slamming against the floor, making his presence known both to Logan and to everyone on the other side of the line.

"Well, thank you, lieutenant. You're dismissed." Storm went back to his spot in front of the door and Logan listened to the silence coming from his phone.

"Sorry for that, where were we?"

And this wasn't enough. Okay, these words might give off the wrong impression. The plan was working. Lt. Ryder Storm was the perfect bodyguard, obeying every order coming from Logan, his loyalty always clearly visible, his execution always perfect, which was great news for him and made his work much easier.

Storm was his perfect, most valuable asset. Just the thought of Storm, this mountain of muscle that intimidated the shit out of everyone who encountered him, was obeying his every word made him instantly hard. At first, he ignored this feeling, but then he realized - there was nothing limiting him. Why should he restrict himself in what he did with Storm?

And so he stopped restricting himself.

Until then Storm had one mode of operation - an emotionless soldier. And Logan set out to addi another one. He spent a few nights trying to figure out the intricacies of the mind control chip that was implanted in the the back of Storm’s neck. And strangely enough, it turned out the Army found a way to adjust a soldiers' sexuality. Why was that even an option? Logan didn't care (although this might be interesting to investigate another time) but again, it made his job way easier.

He was very proud of the results he achieved. With a simple preprogrammed command Storm would turn from a stern-faced machine to Logan's lover. From that point onwards the soldier spent nights in Logan's bedroom, embracing his commanding officer or getting dominated by him in bed. He ate breakfasts with him, sometimes watched movies on the couch with him. It added the romance that Logan wanted.

And he made sure Storm was one horny man in uniform who always went along with Logan's kinks and desires.

Logan decided he was finished with calls for the day. He had people who would take care of that for the rest of today. He looked outside the window and saw Storm standing beside the door, still as a statue, yet ready to attack. Logan stood up and walked over to the door. He opened it and looked at his enforcer to see if that would provoke any reaction.

But there was none. Storm stood still, his behavior not influenced by Logan's sudden appearance next to him. Which was exactly how he was supposed to behave. And Logan was in a mood to exploit that. He stood close to Storm, just inches from his massive chest, and slowly slid his hand under the soldier's t-shirt.

Storm showed no sign of discomfort or arousal, he barely showed any signs of life. So, Logan continued, exploring Storm's clearly developed abs and meaty chest, the muscles moving under his fingers. Storm's skin was warm and slightly sweaty, his body had a very masculine scent, and Logan loved it.

As he explored Storm's body he knew he wanted more.

"Tell me, soldier, what are the chances of an imminent threat appearing within the next hour?"

"Rather low, no foreign activity detected, sir." Storm responded in his standard emotionless and low voice. Logan groaned as he licked his guard's neck and beard, then said:

"Okay, fuck it. Storm, come with me." He then quickly stepped back inside and stood in the living room. Storm followed right behind him.

"Take off your shirt. Leave the sunglasses and dog tags on." Logan barked an order and watched as Storm uncovered his sculpted upper body in one swift motion.

"Wait, I have another idea," Logan said, devouring Storm's chest with his eyes. "Put the shirt back on and this time rip it off your body."

Without a word the soldier picked the t-shirt from the floor and put it on, before ripping it into pieces with his strong arms. Logan, now extremely turned on, came closer to Storm and put his face in between his pecs, taking in Storm's meaty chest and musky smell. Then he had another idea.

He laid down on the floor and said "Storm, start doing push-ups and position yourself so that my face is directly under your chest."

"Sir, yes sir!" Storm saluted and dropped to the floor, putting his arms on both sides of Logan's head. He then began doing push-ups, and every time he lowered his body, Logan would lick his pecs, tasting the sweaty skin and chest hair. Storm meanwhile didn't react to anything Logan was doing. He just kept pushing his body, up and down, up and down, grunting after each push-up, which Logan found insanely hot.

After a while Logan couldn't control himself. He moved his body so that he was facing Storm directly. He then waited for the right moment and when the soldier's face was down he moved quickly and kissed Storm. And that was his trigger - Storm stopped moving and instead collapsed onto Logan, kissing him passionately.

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weregonnabecoolbeans · 2 months

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Me: Why do i love making myself sad by thinking about the clones and order 66 and the jedi so much?

Also me: Captain America: The Winter Soldier is my favourite movie of all time.

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a-reader-and-a-writer · 7 months

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Remember....

AI-Less Whumptober 2023: 6. Mind Control, 23. Begging, 24. Hunted Down, 25. Nightmares, Alt. 11. Suffocation, Alt. 29. Prison Fandom: Marvel, Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier, f!reader Summary: When reactivated while infiltrating a HYDRA base, the Winter Soldier is now on the hunt for the two people Bucky cares most for in this world. Word Count: 2171 TW: Character Death (or is it...?), Nightmares, Mind Control, Choking, Hunted Down, Chased Notes: A huge thank you to @musings-of-a-rose for the ask that inspired this! 🥰 Also thank you so much @loverhymeswith for beta reading for me! Part of @ailesswhumptober's event

The snow had just begun to fall once more as The Asset entered the woods. Around him, the wild underbrush jutted out through blankets of undisturbed frost, and the bare trees stood like shadows against the moonlight. Anyone else may have paused to take in this haunting beauty, and yet, he stalked forward without the slightest hesitation. Beauty and nature meant nothing to him, especially on a night like tonight. Because tonight, the Winter Soldier was on a mission.

He continued deeper into the woods, his steady stride never wavering as he tracked his prey. Two SHIELD agents had infiltrated the base he had been guarding and, as they fled into the woods, his handlers ordered him to terminate them. For just a second, there was the slightest hitch in his march as a thought tickled at the back of his mind: He couldn’t remember anything before the order. It was as if time hadn’t existed until that moment.

But the thought disappeared as quickly as it had appeared and his steadfast pursuit continued. It didn’t matter anyway. He was made to follow commands and nothing else held any importance to him. So, even if this one order was the only memory he had, that was enough.

The Asset reached a small clearing in the trees and paused, listening intently to the silent landscape around him as his eyes scanned the area for any indication of where his prey had gone.

To his left, there was a set of heavy boot tracks imprinted into the snow and the underbrush had been haphazardly pushed aside leading in a clear path. Small splatters of blood stood out against the pure white canvas further illuminating the trail. It was all so blatantly obvious that even someone with absolutely no training would be able to spot it. It was the sort of trail left by either an amateur or someone deliberately attempting to draw his attention.

To his right, however, the snow had barely been disturbed to the point he had to kneel in order to truly see anything in the pale moonlight. And even then, only the faintest of markings could be made out in the densely packed snow, boot prints that could have only been made with the gentlest of care.

Most hunters would take one look at the first trail and charge after the prey in that direction. Whatever had gone that way was apparently hurt, possibly to the point of not being able to mask their escape route. However, the Winter Soldier was no ordinary hunter and he instantly recognized the trails for what they were. The pair of agents had split up and they were trying to draw him towards the stronger of the two.

He stood and resumed his hunt—taking the path to the right.

Though they had escaped before he was able to get more than a glance at them, The Asset had identified the agents as a man and a woman. The man was taller, broader, and most assuredly stronger than his companion. In fact, he may even pose a challenge to The Asset in hand-to-hand combat, something that he had rarely encountered.

However, everyone had a weakness. And by the way the man had shielded the woman and aided in her escape into the woods, it was clear that she could very well be that weakness. By tracking her down, The Asset would not only be able to take out the easier target first, but if he captured her, he would have leverage over the man. A leverage he could use to take out the man as well.

Suddenly, The Asset picked up the faint sound of panting up ahead and he lengthened his stride. Within a few moments, he caught a glimpse of the woman through the trees as she hurried as quickly as she could while still creating those faintest of footprints. However, she must have caught sight of him out of the corner of her eye because her head whirled in his direction and their eyes locked across the snowy woodland.

They both froze in place as they held one another’s gaze. And slowly, her wide-eyed panicked expression softened and, inexplicably, she gave him a cautious smile as her eyes sparkled with a hopeful gleam. She mouthed something he couldn’t understand but it ultimately didn’t matter. He didn’t need to know what she had said in order to complete his mission.

But as he took a step towards her, the terror instantly returned to her face and she bolted, no longer concerned about masking her tracks. She fled into the trees as fast as her legs would carry her but it was going to be a futile effort. She was no match for the power of the Winter Soldier.

He took off after her, weaving in and out of the trees with ease. As he began to close the distance between them, the woman pulled out a gun and pointed it at him. There was a momentary hesitation….then the sound of the gun shattered the quiet of the night.

The Asset easily blocked the bullet with his left arm and continued running. The woman let off a few more shots but he continued to either avoid or deflect them. Possibly because she wasn’t able to aim as she fired while still running, but he found it strange none of the shots were targeting his head or chest. Even if he slipped up and a bullet did manage to hit him, with their trajectory, they would only cause minimal damage. They would definitely slow him down but they would not do enough to stop him for good.

As he closed the distance, he heard the recognizable click of the trigger being pulled on an empty gun and the woman swore. Tossing the gun to the side, she reached for a second weapon, but it was too late. He had caught up to her.

Reaching out, The Asset grabbed the back of her tact vest and hurled her into the side of the nearest tree. She slammed into it with a sickening thump and the sound of breaking bones followed. Curled at the base of the tree, the woman screamed as she grabbed her left shoulder, her arm jutting out at an unnatural angle. But that didn’t stop her from trying to escape him.

As he stalked towards her, she used her feet to push herself back a few feet until she bumped up against a tree. Looking up at him, tears streaming down her face, she begged as he approached, “Bucky, stop! Don’t do this, please! Baby, this isn’t you, not anymore. The Winter Soldier is gone. You’re James Buchanan Barnes—you’re Bucky—and you don’t have to do this. Just try to remember. Please, baby, please come back to me. I love you! Just remember!”

But her words meant nothing to him.

The Asset’s metal fingers closed around her throat and he lifted her off the ground. Her legs began to thrash frantically in the air as her fingers on her right hand clawed at his own. It was an instinctual act, her body attempting to free her windpipe despite the obvious uselessness of her nails on Vibranium. She tried to choke out more pleas for her life, but all she could manage were a few raspy hisses. Her eyes were bulging in her head and The Asset watched as her blood vessels broke and clouds of crimson leached into the whites of her eyes.

Soon however, her clawing and writing slowed to little more than a twitch as her body began to shut down from lack of oxygen. And just as he felt one last desperate gasp building in her throat, he tightened his grip. He felt the bones and cartilage in her neck give way with a loud crunch and her body instantly went limp in his grasp.

The Asset heard someone calling out a name from behind him and the sound of something large crashing through the trees. He turned just as the other agent he had been sent to track down burst into the clearing. The man staggered to a stop as he saw his companion still dangling from The Asset’s hand.

As The Asset opened his fist, the woman dropped in a lifeless heap at his feet. In a mock imitation of her fall, the man dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his face. As he stared up at The Asset—not in fear or in defiance, but in agony—he whispered, “Bucky…. What did you do?”

The Asset reached into his belt, pulled out his gun, and aimed it directly between the man’s eyes as he said, “Who the hell is—”

Bucky bolted up from his resting place on the floor, chest heaving as he gasped for air, a cold layer of sweat coating his body. Looking around frantically, his breathing slowed slightly as he took in the sterile room around him and he remembered where he was. He had been sleeping. It had been a dream.

Collapsing back down with a sigh, Bucky stared up at the ceiling. He scrubbed his hand over his face as he attempted to wipe the vision of your lifeless body from his mind, but it didn’t work. No matter how hard he tried or what else he focused on, you were still there, hanging limply in his grasp as he heard the crunch—

Sick to his stomach and struggling to get his heart to stop racing, Bucky climbed unsteadily to his feet. However, he had barely taken two uneasy steps before he reached the wall and was forced to turn, take a few steps, and turn again. For the most part, he had become accustomed to his tiny room—after all, it was still a vast improvement over the cryostasis chamber he had spent the majority of the last fifty years in. However, at night he wished he had some way to work off his adrenaline-fueled energy. Not that he really wanted to go back to sleep. Sleep meant dreaming, and dreaming meant repeating this cycle all over again with the same agonizing scene playing in his head.

Because it wasn't just a dream…it was a memory.

Six months ago, a HYDRA agent had gotten ahold of his trigger words and reactivated the Winter Soldier when Bucky tracked him down along with you and Steve. Trapped once more within his programming, The Asset had been ordered to find and eliminate both of the SHIELD agents that posed a threat to HYDRA. Steve was able to bring Bucky back just before he could complete his mission, and he re-emerged from the conditioning to find you lying at his feet—your throat crushed and tears still staining your face.

You who had never given up on him no matter what. You who had never looked at him with fear or pity, only kindness and understanding. You who constantly reassured him that he would never hurt you. You who he loved more than life itself.

You who he had murdered in cold blood.

Once he had been reexamined and deemed no longer a threat, SHIELD had agreed to let Bucky go and chalk your murder up to “collateral mission damage” but he had refused. He was a danger to every person he was around, especially the few remaining people he still had whom he cared about. The fact it took your death for him to finally accept that fact was devastating but he was never going to let it happen again. That was why he voluntarily offered himself over to SHIELD’s custody so he could pay for all of his previous crimes. SHIELD was more than happy to oblige him and they immediately confiscated his Vibranium arm and threw him in The Raft. Bucky just hoped they never let him out.

Steve hadn’t agreed with his decision—he still didn’t—and had tried everything he could to talk Bucky out of it. He pleaded for him to reconsider, that it had been the Winter Soldier who had ended your life, not Bucky himself. But Steve didn’t understand. No one did.

It didn’t matter where he spent the remainder of his life. From the moment your life ended, he had been given a life sentence of endless torment. Bucky might not have been in control that night, but that didn’t mean he didn’t remember what happened. That he didn’t hear your voice sobbing as you begged him to remember you, remember that you loved him. That he didn’t feel your fingernails snapping as they tried to dig into his metal hand in a futile attempt to pry it away from your throat. That he didn’t watch the last beautiful spark in your eyes flare once before fading into oblivion as he crushed your neck.

No. His mind had already become his prison before he was placed behind bars. And this time, there were no magic words anyone could say to bring him back and allow him to escape from it.

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phoenixcatch7 · 20 days

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Okay but why haven't we had a time travel/fix it fic where after some shenanigans everyone decides to take down shinra, they split up to take out the important figures, sephiroth obviously takes hojo for any and all of a dozen good reasons.

And then hojo pulls a winter soldier sleeper code on him.

And then everyone is suddenly dealing with a brainwashed sephiroth.

Hojo has to have some way to control sephiroth as he grew into his monstrous strength and power, yes? And learned helplessness isn't enough of a reassurance your prized military leader powerhouse isn't going to wake up one day and realise just how easily he could paint the labs walls red with chunks of you. And because hojo is obsessed with total power and control, dealing with a murder machine with huge mental issues, it'd only be fitting he create his own emergency shutdown.

In the most needlessly traumatic and mentally violating way, of course. Would sephiroth even know, if he couldn't remember? Would he have long stretches of emptiness in his memories that never get explained to him, or would he wake up where he'd blacked out, just another day in the labs?

Imagine, his allies watching on the cameras, as sephiroth stalks into the labs, a predator sighting its prey, exchanging a few cold words with hojo, raising masamune... And then hojos mouth opening, sephiroth going stiff like an animatronic, rearranging himself on the floor where he stood, face hidden behind his hair. Hojo leaves the room and he doesn't move, doesn't respond to any comms or passing scientists accidentally rolling a cart over his coat and hair.

Hojo ordering sephiroth to reveal their plans, their allies, their resources. Sephiroth doing it. Hojo deciding to punish sephiroth for the rebellion with lab procedures, or hojo ordering him to hunt down his co conspirators and end the takeover. Sephiroth doing so, heavy in his steps, crashing through walls and doors, heedless now of morals or civilians, silent, unresponsive. So completely unlike the jenova malice they'd been prepared to fight, that sephiroth had been bracing against. No arrogance, no mocking, no dramatic battlefield or hungry glowing eyes.

The puppeteer becomes the puppet, and with it, every trace of holding back. The perfect soldier.

I imagine the first trigger word would be lucrecia.

#Hojo: *making his reunion theory* if you can't mind control naturally store bought is fine #Anyway there's no way hojo didn't have some backup plan for if his greatest experiment went rogue #Unfortunately sephiroth never went against his will even when he went jenova crazy. Because that WAS the plan all along #But fix its always have hojo unable to do anything against sephiroth and idk hojo is a Threat of the highest order #BECAUSE he's so staggeringly unethical but clever and has a tendency to shatter his victims minds #Like look at the falsified nibelheim library. The 'jenova' photo in EC. He knows precisely how to break sephiroths psyche open like an egg #And the winter soldier is a perfect example of what he could and would do #I imagine he made good use of it too. Whenever sephiroth acted out or if they couldn't restrain him for whatever reason #Or if hojo was too tired to do the injections himself #I doubt sephiroth would really know what was going on until it got caught on camera by people who'd show him the footage #sephiroth #final fantasy 7 #ffvii #final fantasy vii #ff7 #Also I just really like hojo/jenova parallels to go with the lucrecia/Vincent parallels #Hojo is basically the human version of jenova anyway. In terms of raising sephiroth.#ff7 remake #ff7 rebirth #ff7 crisis core #ever crisis #ff7 ever crisis #ff7 ec #sephiroth ff7 #sephiroth crescent #ff7 au #fix it au #In this case: everyone thinks it's a fix it au until it abruptly goes horribly wrong

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total-drama-brainrot · 4 months

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we as a fandom don't talk enough about how alejandro literally hypnotised owen. i know it was sort of ignored post ex-files but it was. a thing that happened.

#kinda drafty in here (posts from the drafts)#other mind based cliches like full personality swaps due to head trauma (izzy to brainzilla)#and temporary retrograde amnesia (jokerized!owen) also exist in the TDU/total drama universe #but either hypnosis in the TDU works way differently than it should i.e. more like stereotypical mind control #or owen is just a bit of a freak /pos #owen is the winter soldier to alejandro's HYDRA (for lack of a better comparison) i guess?#also who decided to give alejandro the ability to just hypnotise people? why was that necessary? doesn't he have enough obscure skills?#having a lot of thoughts about the potential damage alejandro could do to people by literally messing with their heads #total drama #td alejandro #td owen #thoughtless posting

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lord-squiggletits · 1 month

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OH, I am so interested in your idea for SG Tarnma.

Okay so my exact ideas for SG Tarnma vary a lot, because I think there's two different canon varieties of Shattered Glass: the original Fun Publications SG where everything was completely flipped and turned into crack-canon, and then what IDW later did with Shattered Glass IDW1 where it was more or less just role reversal IDW1 with only some "complete flipping" of lore and personality. There's also my own personal Shattered Glass universe that I built for Pay Unto Evil, so I could also answer this question as "what would Tarnma be in the SG PUE universe."

That being said I'll do my best to explain all of the different ideas I've had for SG Tarnma. All of them are pretty different so I'm not really particularly attached to any one, but here goes

Version 1: FunPub complete role reversal style. Pharma was originally a mere energon farmer get it lol and has a very meek, shy, unconfident personality. He got enlisted by the Autobots, but he spoke too quietly when they asked for his name (Farmer), so they started calling him Pharma. Then at some point Ratchet is like "yo I'm gonna make this completely untrained guy do medical operations. No I'm not gonna send him to medical school he can learn on the job!" And so Pharma becomes Ratchet's apprentice and develops even more anxiety from the hundreds of times he murders patients either on accident bc he literally has no medical training, or on purpose bc Ratchet made him. He's literally just trying his best and doesn't even want to be here. Meanwhile, the SG DJD is known as the Decepticon Jokester Division, formed as a sort of circus troupe meant to bring good cheer to the Decepticons in a time of depressing war. The members of the DJD are codenamed after the first cities they toured right before/when the war started. How reluctant medic Pharma and literal clown Tarn meet in this universe is anyone's guess.

Version 2: IDW style. Tarn and Pharma still have basically the same backstories as canon IDW1 except that Pharma is a professional assassin instead of a doctor (yknow, role reversal where Pharma is an expert at killing people instead of healing them). Also this universe's Pharma has the posh and aristocratic personality fandom thinks he has in canon lol. Maybe Pharma finds out about Tarn having a secret t-cog addiction, and he starts bringing t-cogs to Tarn in exchange for Tarn providing him intel (or some other service, idk). Maybe in this universe instead of Tarn torturing Pharma into insanity, Pharma somehow develops guilt for killing people because of Tarn, then defects from the Autobots willingly? Or they kick him out like in canon

Version 3: Pay Unto Evil SG. Tarn and Pharma would have their FunPub style backgrounds (though maybe Tarn's would be slightly more serious) with the added caveat of Pharma having the evil Matrix's mind control embedded in his brain. He still didn't join the Autobots willingly and wasn't even trained to be a doctor. Somehow he and Tarn meet and fall in love across faction lines because Tarn sees how much Pharma is suffering under mind slavery and feeling like he doesn't belong among his cruel comrades. It's a bit of a tragic one though, as Pharma warns Tarn that the Prime can look through his mind at any time thanks to the Matrix. If he finds out that Pharma is Tarn's vulnerability, he could use that against him somehow, or worse, mind control Pharma into trying to kill Tarn himself. They were both devastated when the universe swap happened and they thought they would never see each other again. Though Pharma secretly felt some relief that Tarn was now a universe away and can find someone else to love who isn't a mind-controlled walking time bomb that could try to murder him at any moment.

#squiggle answers #shattered glass #tarnma #these are really rough and most of them i havent even written down or explained to anyone before so #hope any of these strike your fancy. if they do you can ask me more and i'll try to come up with more lore #also to clarify the way the matrix mind control works in PUE's universe is that SG OP is hooked in #at all times. but most of the time he lets his soldiers be or at least only exerts passive mental/emotional control #individual autobots still have personalities they just have little pieces of Primus in their brains watching at all times #hence why sg pue pharma is able to be in a secret relationship with tarn. bc he's forgettable and unimportant #but if sg OP took notice he could definitely reach out #and just mind control pharma to be unthinking and unfeeling and try to kill tarn

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 7 months

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Remember....

The Asset reached a small clearing in the trees and paused, listening intently to the silent landscape around him as his eyes scanned the area for any indication of where his prey had gone.

He stood and resumed his hunt—taking the path to the right.

But her words meant nothing to him.

The Asset reached into his belt, pulled out his gun, and aimed it directly between the man’s eyes as he said, “Who the hell is—”

Because it wasn't just a dream…it was a memory.

You who he had murdered in cold blood.

No. His mind had already become his prison before he was placed behind bars. And this time, there were no magic words anyone could say to bring him back and allow him to escape from it.

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aceofwhump · 2 years

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No. 16 NO WAY OUT: Mind Control

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awesomecooperlove · 1 year

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kanansdume · 2 years

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Love seeing people talk about how powerful Anakin is because like. It doesn’t even matter. Anakin fails at everything despite apparently being the most powerful force user in existence.

Is he able to become a good Jedi? No, he sucks ass at being a Jedi and kills them all, there is no argument to be made ever that Anakin was a good Jedi. Anakin himself says more than once he’s a suck-ass Jedi and while he’s an unreliable narrator at the best of times, the narrative itself supports that statement, so I’m willing to accept that one as truth.

Is he a good Sith then? Eh, I guess? He kills a lot of Jedi, that’s pretty much the defining aspect of being a good Sith, I suppose. But Palpatine never seems all that happy with him as an apprentice and he’s CERTAINLY less useful than Dooku was as an apprentice, despite Dooku’s constant attempts to overthrow Palpatine, he’s also arguably Palpatine’s most successful apprentice. And everything Anakin does to annihilate the Jedi could’ve been done by Dooku or Maul. Or no apprentice at all. Anakin comes up with no Sith-y plans of his own and apparently can’t even figure out how to open a Sith Temple to access a Sith holocron. So while he’s a PASSABLE Sith, he’s honestly not that good at being a Sith, either, I’d argue. Not because he’s a good person, he’s just... not that smart or capable in general and that remains true as much as a Sith as it did as a Jedi.

Is he a good student? Nope, sucks ass here, continuously goes against any teaching we ever see him given by the Jedi OR his mother. And then proceeds to repeatedly try to kill his own teacher after throwing him away like chopped liver to make sure his wife lives.

Is he a good teacher? Not really, he apparently is pretty unorthodox in how he trains Ahsoka who is already apparently particularly advanced in her skills and the times we see her taught patience, her biggest vice in early Clone Wars seasons, it’s actually through OTHER MASTERS like Plo Koon and Tera Sinube and Anakin is repeatedly called out for being the reason Ahsoka struggles with this he is absolutely incapable of teaching it to her. And then he repeatedly tries to kill her after throwing her away like chopped liver to make sure his wife lives.

Is he a good husband, then? No. He repeatedly ignores Padme’s set boundaries when trying to seduce her and emotionally manipulates her into feeling sorry for him and like she’s the bad guy when she lays out the very logical reasons why they shouldn’t start a relationship and then commits genocide on her behalf and asphyxiates her while pregnant when she’s not super happy about the genocide. I’ll also bring up he was demanding of Padme and didn’t like when Padme didn’t give him attention immediately on his schedule and can and WILL manipulate her into feeling like she’s the bad guy for trying to do her job or focus on literally anything else that isn’t him and will absolutely try to kill someone who kisses Padme against her will as a punishment for PADME because she let it happen. So no, he’s the world’s worst husband and we VERY rarely see a redeeming sweet scene between him and Padme because they’re so intensely toxic for each other.

How about a good father, since he presumably turns back for Luke? No. He’s a terrible father, too. Man chops off said son’s hand to try to torture him into turning Dark so he’ll rule at Anakin’s side. And let’s not forget that trying to save Padme from childbirth had jack all to do with saving the child he thought she carried. It’s PADME who has to ask about whether the baby lives or not and his response is basically to shrug because what does that matter if PADME’S dead. And then he proceeds to asphyxiate Padme while pregnant, which will absolutely kill any child she’s pregnant with too if he succeeds and when Obi-Wan says to let her go, he just DROPS HER. Yeah, I see so much care and love for his child there. He threatens to torture Leia if Luke refuses to turn down the line, he’s very intent on torturing his kids into going dark, it’s a major goal for him. And then the one thing he wants Luke to do after he dies is to make sure Leia knows Anakin WAS a good person all along, gotta make sure the woman he tortured knows that it’s actually all good now, just forget the torture stuff, Anakin really DID have some good deep down inside, he just chose not to act on it when asked to torture her, it’s chill now though!

Pretty sure that’s it, so. Lots of raw power? Sure. Doesn’t stop him from being an absolute fuck-up at literally everything in his life, though. Just goes to show, if anyone tells you natural talent will get you farther than hard work and training and dedication, just remind them that Anakin Skywalker exists as proof positive that this isn’t true!

#anti anakin #anti anakin skywalker #the one thing anakin skywalker succeeds at is genocide and even that isn't that special since it's someone else's years-long plan #and any other sith apprentice could've led a troop of mind-controlled soldiers into a temple to kill some kids

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