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canyonkingdom · 3 months

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if you don't like excessive swearing, and, yknow, murder (cnsidering the show i'm writing for), i recommend you scroll

all good? alr

presenting robocar poli but;

you're all going to hell

the day after, 8:27 am

Spooky had always been weird.

Unimaginable stupidity was a ploy for him. Nothing was impossible when it came to his tiny mind and his impoverished grasp on common sense.

But in this situation, it seemed to be the right decision believing him.

"Are you sure?" Poli asked once again, eyeing the pile of cement near miles from Spooky's home.

"I- i'm a hundred percent sure, Poli! This can't be some kind of weird coincidence!" Spooky frantically retaliated. "I heard weird noises and..."

Murders in Broomstown were incredibly rare.

the day when it happened, 11:57 pm

Midnight struck as Bruner chugged on another shot of booze. Everyone was practically drunk off their mind. Well, except Poke.

Bruner was still slightly sober when he spoke, "Oh, God. I think I'm on my twentieth shot."

Poke tensed up as he and Bruner were the only ones awake at the moment. Everyone passed out or was muttering something stupid in their dreams. Poke simply smiled at the ongoing drunk infront of him.

Bruner came to his senses and looked at Poke in the eyes. "Come on, dude, i'm not that drunk yet!" Bruner said as he placed his shot glass down. "Let's drive ourselves home, you look like you want to die in a matter of seconds."

Poke sighed in relief.

"We're taking Mickey's vehicle." Bruner stated, the drunk kicking in his voice. Poke wanted to argue, but instead complied hesitantly, as he knew how arguing with drunk Bruner would be like. "Fuck, you're driving, Poke."

As they got into their respective seats, they drove off away from the site, leaving the others with a sick hangover. Bruner looked at the side mirror, Mickey drunkenly fumbles his way trying to follow his vehicle, but stumbles into a pile of logs Bruner forgot to place inside the site. He chuckled, but his smile faded when Mickey got back up.

"We should've took mine." Bruner groaned. "Shit."

Poke looked at him with all the concern of a mother and a face that said told you so in the most condescending tone.

"Are we gonna help him?" he said in sign language, before scurrying to hold the wheel again.

"Mmmm... hell no." Bruner said with the smallest amount of worry. "He can handle himself. He never helped me when he took my vehicle and I was practically limping across a fucking pile of thorns drunkenly while he continued driving away."

Poke fought the urge to help Mickey. The dude was practically suffering on the road. He suddenly stopped the cement mixer and held the door handle.

"Come on." Poke was smiling.

Bruner wasn't having any of it.

"Oh, come on, fucking hell, Poke." he groaned, and dragged Poke out of the driver's seat, leaving him shocked. "I'm driving."

Poke's eyes widened horrifyingly, as his legs were on Bruner's lap and his head hit the window in the passengers seat, he eyed bottles of gin tucked under the vehicle. He quickly grabbed one and showed it to Bruner, pointing his finger to the bottle then to the drunk in a terrified manner.

"I know i'm fucking drunk, Poke. I'm just-" the cement mixer started driving again. "-getting revenge on this bitch."

Poke knew it was gonna be horrible.

Bruner drove so fast that Poke couldn't sit straight as he kept hitting his head. His hands tried taking control of the wheel, but his position prevented him from doing it. The bottles broke as Bruner did a hard turn, completely forgetting the weight of the vehicle. This wasn't some race car one can throw around.

Poke appalled at the many households they were probably interuppting and breaking their sleep right now. They might call the rescue team, which he really, really hoped. They can fix this problem. Even under the hands of a coldblooded psychopath.

(Yeah, right. You puny bitch.)

If only he could speak, Poke would be screaming slurs at Bruner.

Bruner took a right turn into Apple street. The momentum slowed down. Bruner looked at the side mirror again, Mickey was nowhere on the road. His drunk ass laughed, and Poke was just glad he didn't crash into anything. He was so happy he could cry.

The drive went slowly after that. Bruner parked near an empty area of the street.

"Why're you crying?" Bruner asked as he helped Poke up into a tolerable position after the one he suffered through.

Poke slapped Bruner, leaving a red mark on his cheek as he continued sobbing, happy that he's alive after the ruckus.

"You fucking said we're going home and you take the wheel and almost got us in danger! You should've let me drive further!" Poke said in sign language, fuming so hard. He could almost slam his feet on the ground if he didn't notice the copious amount of glass shards and spilling booze under his feet. He quickly put away the glass behind with his boots.

"Come on, now. I had to take my revenge on poor old Mickey." Bruner laughed as he leaned back on the seat.

Poke continued sobbing until he calmed down when Bruner popped open another bottle that didn't break when his driving skills were put to the test. He rolled his eyes. "Another one?" he looked at Bruner, unsurprised. Bruner shrugged.

While he enjoys another bottle, Poke spots something in the distance. He tapped Bruner's right arm as he motions him to look at their front.

It was two glowing red lights in the middle of the road.

"That's not something you see everyday." Bruner muttered.

The creature (?) looked oddly familiar, a faint white and pink outline emerged from the glowing light.

"It could possibly fucking kill us." Poke looked at him as his hands did frantic sign language. He was clearly scared. Bruner could feel the quiver in his movements.

"Shit." he stepped on the gas pedal, rerouting the cement mixer to parking, and tried to turn around. Poke kept his eye wide and terrified on the fascinating specimen, not moving an inch. But it seemed like it did as the body was... floating closer?

Poke repeatedly tapped Bruner's shoulder as a sign to hurry up. Bruner couldn't keep his eyes of the specimen as well. "I'm trying!" he shouted as he reached a consensus. "I'm gonna get going-"

In their utter panic, Bruner realized the state of his drunkeness.

"You should drive this-"

Poke didn't care at that point. He signaled Bruner to keep going. As the other kept the car going, Poke kept watching the specimen, staring in the distance as Bruner wobbly drove the cement mixer, almot htting a tree.

"Are we getting the fuck away-" Bruner said, out of breath. Poke nodded frantically. Bruner sighed in relief as he kept his shitty driving up. He stopped near an empty street. "Let's switch places."

But before the two could do that, a loud bang conversed on the driver's seat door.

"Oh my God. The thing caught up to us-"

"Fucking hell, you two!" Mickey shouted, angrily drunk.

"Oh."

Mickey caught up to the two.

the day after, 8:54 am

"Spooky saw a guy get killed." Posty said nonchalantly.

"What?" Cap fathomed, almost slamming his hands on Posty's office table. "What the fuck?"

"Yeah." Posty added, "Dude got dumped in cement! Shame."

"Y- you sound like you don't care." Cleany quivered.

"I don't. It's not my fault that the guy got killed!"

"Who are they?" Cleany asked.

"Don't know. The rescueteam are still tryna carve out the person."

"Yeah, yeah, but why?" Cap asked, genuinely confused. He sat down on Posty's office chair. "Why did this shit happen now? It's not everyday someone dies in town-"

"Y'know, I bet it was her." Posty snickered as he forced himself next to Cap, causing the other to frown at his sight. "It makes a lot of fucking sense. A thief, murderer, she's probably planning her next heist about right fucking now-"

"Y- you guys are s- scaring me..." Cleany shoehorned in, looking away from the two.

"It's probably true, though!" Cap agreed, standing up the seat causing Posty to flop on the chair, earning an unintentional moan.

the day when it happened, 12:14 am

"How the fuck- how did you - how are you here?" Bruner asked, incredibly bewildered. He swore he got away from Mickey really quickly.

"Get out of my fucking car!" Mickey shouted so loudly he could've woken the neighbors meters away.

"You idiot, you're drunk!" Bruner spat back. "You shouldn't be driving-"

Poke gave him a contradicting look.

Mickey dropped the bottle and held the door so tightly he could've torn it off, as he lunged towards Bruner. He was truly drunk out of his mind.

"Fuck off!" he aggresively grabbed Bruner's polo and tried pulling him out of the vehicle. But Bruner persisted,

by grabbing onto Poke.

Poke jumped when Bruner's grubby hands reached for his shoulders, ultimately dragging him out of the vehicle along with Bruner no matter how hard his skinny fingers tried to work off Bruner's grip.

The two wereslammed to the ground, Bruner inflicting the most damage as he fell face first on the concrete pavement, while Poke landed on Bruner's soft body before he rolled off in a significantly softer landing.

Mickey hastily got in his vehicle, not a care for the two below him. Bruner groaned as he got up, hearing the sound of the car driving away. He spotted Mickey struggling to drive in a straight path, hitting trash cans and trees, eventualy stopping the vehicle in a random spot where the two's vision could still picture them.

"Fucking idiot."

Poke stood up not long after. He didn't apprieciate Mickey's outburst and Bruner's attempt at saving himself that ultimately led to their demise. He wanted to punch Bruner so badly, but kept his palm open.

"Let's walk home, Poke." Bruner said, looking up at the night sky.

He tapped Bruner's shoulder.

"We should follow Mickey."

Bruner rolled his eyes. "Hell no. He's gonna learn his lesson."

Poke looked dead serious. He grabbed Bruner's wrist and pulled it, practically begging him to go.

Bruner sighed. "Fine." he said unwillingly. "But-" he wiggled his arm out of Poke's grip. "Remember that glowing thing?"

Poke visibly went numb.

"Yeah, Mickey went that fucking direction." They both eyed the road behind them. "We're fucked if we go there, man. It might be close by."

"Don't be dramatic. It's far away from there." Poke glared at him.

"Oh, fine."

The two run to the cement mixer.

the day after, 8:39 am

Roy kept drilling into the block of cement, breaking chucks every minute.

"Are you sure there's someone in here, Spooky?" Roy asked as he looked back at Spooky, who looked like he was about to contemplate life.

"I'm sure! My eyes weren't fooling around!" Spooky lamented, slighlty cowerivng.

"Sure they were." Posty sarcastically remarked, rolling his eyes that it could reach the back of his head. "Why's a big fucking-"

"Language." Amber simply warned, eyeing Posty with a hard glare.

"Fine. Why is a big fricking block of cement inside a grassy area? That's so stu-" he earned another glare from Amber. "-so out of place when you think about it."

"I know, right?" Helly said cheerfully despite the triumph of a possible murder in their hands. "They could've hid the body underground instead of placing it inside a easily spotted cement pile-"

"Helly." Amber said, now serious. Helly immediately quieted down as he took more pictures with the camera in his hands.

"Whatever. This sounds like a fluke. I'm out." Posty reckoned, walking back to his mailvan.

How disrespectful.

the day when it happened, 12:20 am

Mickey was a mess.

Bruner dragged him out of the vehicle. "Come on, dude. You may be a bitch but you can stand up on your own feet." he joked.

Mickey shoved him the middle finger. "Fuck you."

Poke stood before them, anxious of his surroundings.

"C'mere, Poke. Help me with this." Bruner practically demanded, being half drunk himself.

Poke unwillingly came to their rescue and helped Mickey up on his own feet, yet Micked shoved them away ungratefully.

"Told you we should've fucking left him." Bruner murmured to Poke, glancing at him. But he froze.

Glowing red eyes were dragging itself behind the unsuspecting Poke.

"Oh, shit."

Poke tilted his head, seemingly confused. "What is it?" he gestured.

The creature started to lunge at him.

"Look out!"

Bruner hastily pushed Poke out of the way, creating a disaster for them as Bruner toppled the latter, ending with him on top of Poke.

"What the fuck?" Mickey simply said. The fine specimen then revealed itself.

Poke could only wish he was dreaming.

"A- amber?"

Bruner harshly whispered as he looked behind. The pink and white ambulance, who was kind and caring in the daylight, had revealed herself to be a terrifying sight.

"Amber? Fuck, help me over here, will you?" Mickey bravely spat to the robot towering over him. "Those shits barely did a fucking thing."

But Amber looked different.

(Not caring, not sweet, just pure terror looming over her.)

"What? Are you just gonna stand there? Fucking get me checked and drive me home, you bitch!"

Bruner began worrying. "Dude, don't say that-"

"Oh, fuck you, Bruner!" Mickey rasped, "You two haven't done a single good thing tonight! You almost hit me with a bottle of vodka, dragged Poke to steal my truck, and I had to fuck over my way to you guys and his bitch right here refuses to help me!"

The two got tense.

"Mickey, stop." Bruner simply said. He slowly walked up. "Let's just fuck off home and-"

"Like you have the common sense to-"

Poke only set his eyes on Amber. She looked awfully eerie and unmoving, something all of them didn't expect. She didn't even try to cool down the fight forming between two idiots.

Then she,

lunged at them.

The ambulance zoomed through the two, hitting them both painfully. Bruner and Mickey tumbled down separated directions, both holding their faces tightly to ease the pain.

"Ah, fuck!" They shouted in surprising unison.

Bruner's mind was clouded in dread as Amber hit the cement mixer. He was in utter shock as the robot's head slowly turned at his face.

His incredibly,

horrified,

face.

"Oh, shit."

Amber ran to him like he was a wanted criminal. Bruner tried crawling away as he didn't have enough time to stand up.

Poke was dumbfounded and absolutely scared shitless. His eyes scurried between his two friends, the one unconcsious and the other escaping death. He boggled about which one to save.

Which one...

the day after, 9:34 am

"This is taking forever." Roy complained.

The drill was in full power, yet they could only go so far as to half of the block of cement. The rest were already bored waiting for the outcome and left Roy to suffer by himself.

Well, except Amber.

"Do you mind if I help you?" she asked, a hopeful smile plastered on her robot exterior.

"No need, Amber." Roy said, exhausted from his workload. "I can handle this myself. You should go back to base with Helly and Poli."

"And leave you here?" Amber said, "I would never, Roy! I like watching you do these tiring workload!"

"Even if it will take up most of your lifespan."

Amber chuckled.

"As long as it's you, i'm glad to spend my time moping around."

A smile rised on Roy's face.

Before the fun culd continue, the drill hit an unexpected piece of plastic. It bounced off as Roy jumped from the friction. "What the hell?"

He looked down the hole to check.

"No."

the day when it happened, XX:XX

"Why, Poke?"

They were rattling in a bush for the past minute, shaking in fear of the robot out in the wild.

"Why?" Bruner repeated, his voice slightly louder.

Poke pressed his hands together, inclining a response.

"I don't know."

"Was it because I was closer to you? Am I just less of an asshole-"

Poke signaled for him to shut up when he heard the clink of metal scrape across the grass.

"Shit."

Bruner and Poke slipped their heads slightly out of the bush. An unconscious Mickey is set aside next to Amber, who was digging a hole. The cement mixer's tube was facing Amber and the to-be-created hole.

"Is she gonna bury him alive?" Bruner said, completely unfazed.

Poke didn't have time for Bruner's bullshit. His blood ran cold every dig. He tapped Bruner's shoulder.

"We need to escape right fucking now."

Bruner pressed his lips into a fine line. "I'm not watching someone die."

Slowly but surely, they crawled away from the unfolding crime scene.

A loud thud stopped them.

Bruner turned around, looking at Mickey's hanging body held up by a robot arm. He held Poke's hair and sloshed him to the ground. "Look." he muttered.

Poke gave him a panic-striken, irritated look. They were about to escape being the next victim, but he was forced out of his own will to watch someone die, not to mention the fact that Bruner contradicted his own words previously stated.

Mickey's body was carelessly dropped into the impressively speedily digged up hole. Judging by the sound of the drop, Poke could've imagined it to be six feet deep.

Poke desperately wanted to tell Bruner to get going, it only sufficed due to the risk of being caught.

Suddenly, Amber walked up to the cement mixer and ripped open the door. The faint crank of a lever could be heard.

"Oh."

"She's killing him,

by suffocating him

in-"

Cement slushed out of the tube.

"Ugh..." Mickey's voice cracked. "Wha- what the fuck-"

Poke could feel the terror.

"He's gonna drown in cement." Bruner murmured.

"You're not living another day." Amber's voice said, so different from her usual sweet tone, so-

tragic.

Cement poured down while Mickey screams slowly, painfully muffled.

the day after, 3 pm

"I still can't believe that was Mickey's body." Helly muttered, the numbness circulating.

"What kind of horrible monster would do such a thing?" Amber weeped.

She sat in her designated chair, plotting down all the patrol areas.

Her face was stoic.

She didn't care.

"May Mickey rest in peace, and whoever killed him go to hell." Mr. Builder said with pure rage and sadness.

Bruner and Poke silently looked at each other.

Bruner moved closer to Poke's ear.

"Should we tell the rescue team?"

"Should we tell her?"

-///-

the long awaited chapter one has sufficed from the dead

eat up imaginary audience

and you must be wondering, how the hell did spooky see the murder unfold? you gotta wait another week /j

#robocar poli #you're all going to hell au #well this first chapter dragged on like shit #first death woohoo #pure stupidity at its finest #keepin bruner alive a bit longer #srry for the ppl who voted for him lol #robocar poli fandom #they're just stupid #robocar poli au

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idontwanttospoiltheparty · 2 months

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"I actually still have more to say lmao but don’t know If I Should " Please go off. It's so refreshing to see someone exercise a healthy dose of caution and scepticism in considering The 'evidence'. Also, wanted to say, I completely get your annoyance about every single song John or Paul has written made to somehow be about the other. I know people are just here to have fun and all but it's such a myopic way of analysing their great body of work.

Like… Here's The Thing:

If John and Paul had sex, it wouldn't be like… that hard for them to hide this fact lol. So the fact we don't have hard proof of it isn't in of itself evidence that it never happened (a thing Mark Lewisohn doesn't seem to quite understand). But finding proof for it outside of Paul himself coming forward and admitting to it (or the executor of his estate, or Sean, or some insanely petty person with an axe to grind who's been… waiting for Paul to die for decades?) is like trying to find a needle in a haystack.

Honestly, it kind of reads as copium to me when people who are highly invested in Being Right About McLennon cling to these unverifiable sources that vehemently insist "everyone in the industry knows!" It's as if they need to affirm to themselves that they're ~not crazy~. (for the record: I don't think believing John and Paul were in love/had sex in of itself is crazy) It's just concerning when nobody is asking themselves why these sources who have all this "industry knowledge" are apparently never sharing that knowledge with the people who are actually publishing Beatles books; not even with the authors of the super trashy books; not even as a "source who asked not to be named". No, they only appear to be talking to random frequenters of various internet forums. Like. It just makes me go HMMMMM yknow?

And the other thing is like………… Are we forgetting why we here on tumblr generally agree that John was bi?

The idea that everyone knew about John and Paul being a couple, but they didn't tattle about this to the press because That Would Be Rude! ––– but also they felt going off about John's sexuality in general was actually totally fair game???? How does that make any sense?? It's also like, even if a lot of people still look the other way with regard to John's sexuality (though, less and less, in my observation), that doesn't mean the information hasn't been freely accessible for decades. It begs the question why this isn't a thing for all the McLennon Proof That Totally Exists This One Guy Told Me!!! And authors like Albert Goldman prove that disrupting the Lennon Estate's narrative, the macho image of John, is a lucrative business, specifically talking about his sexuality sells. (sort of off-topic: NGL, I'm always a bit mystified when people on this site seem to… Forget that John/Brian is a MUCH more substantiated theory than John/Paul.)

And this can't possibly all be down to John being dead while Paul is alive. As I said: it's also not like Paul hasn't caught an insane amount of shit over the decades. Guys like Giuliano wrote about him as well.

It's almost like, if Paul is bi, probably very few people know this fact for certain! Wow!

Also re: the song thing. It's just that……… I really like music? For it's own sake y'know. I get sad when 90% of the posts I see about the songs are trying to prove a theory that's much better substantiated by like… quotes than (for the most part, pretty vague) lyrics anyways. And I wouldn't mind all the fun tinhatting (some of which I engage in too!) if there was just more unabashed song loving.

#ask #anon #jp speculation #discourse #fiona.docx

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idiealotdontworry · 2 years

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i really hate this trend on here of assuming any queer person with exclusionary or reactionary beliefs is just a Young And Stupid Teen Who Doesn't Know History. sorry to say, but I've been harassed by more late-20s-early-30-somethings on here than any other age group. it's not usually teenagers telling me to die because im aroace or a trans guy or because i think mspec lesbians are fine actually. Way more "young people" are decent about it than you think. (I put young people in quotations cuz, yknow, your 30s is still pretty damn young actually, but nobody treats it like it is.)

that's not to say these people don't exist or aren't especially prone to absorbing misinformation through no real fault of their own. (let's not pretend any of us were better when we were teenagers, and let's especially not pretend that they're coming up with these ideas on their own. Exclusionism and bigotry far predate any 16 year old.) But I think it's really shitty to chalk it up to being young instead of addressing the actual root of the problem, which is isolation.

Reactionary mindsets of any kind thrive when the person in question is isolated and alone, feels like its them against the world, etc. And no amount of "you're too young to Get It, go read a history book" is going to remedy that. You can't be mad that people aren't learning Queer History ™ (specifically American Queer History ™ bc that's all anyone on this website seems to care about) when the only people telling them to are condescending as fuck about it, denying their struggles, and dismissing their concerns. (Even if those concerns are stupid. which, yeah, the concerns of exclusionists usually are. But people who just have genuine questions deserve genuine answers.)

You wanna know why I've mostly been harassed by people older than me? Because those people went unchecked for that long*. Because the people older than them didn't teach them shit. If you don't want that to keep happening, you need to do better. If you actually want kids and teens and early-20-somethings to be better, you can't condescend to them about it. You can't pretend like being older actually means you Know Better, because it really doesn't, certainly not Inherently, if all the prominent terfs on this site and in academia are proof of anything.

What I'm saying is this: You seriously can't expect that giving the queer equivalent of the "Kids These Days" speech is ever going to get through to anyone. Did it ever get through to YOU when you were a kid? No! And for good reason! Most people who have that attitude about kids and teens are complaining about things that aren't a real problem. If you want to bring actual issues to light, you can't talk about it the same way that your dad talks about millennial's supposed lack of work ethic. Change tactics.

I'm also really tired of people pretending that exclusionism and bigotry and in-fighting doesn't happen IRL, or that it wasn't a problem until recently. As united as the queer community at large has always been, there's also always been people inside the community who have felt the need to tear each other down. That shit is not new, especially not when you remember that white queer people have always been shitty to queer poc. "Kids these days" are not inventing this shit. They learned it from the seeds set by people decades older than them.

It's just exhausting. Post over.

*Also because they grew up on Wild West Internet where you could literally do and say nearly anything with zero consequences. I also grew up on that kind of internet, but at the tail end of that era, so it phased out pretty much as soon as I'd grown accustomed to it.

#queer #lgbtq #personal #eh kinda #for the record I am very much a 'other people's identities are not my business' kind of person #and all of my friends are too! even the ones younger than me! shock and gasp I know #treating that like it's rare to see from anyone under 28 is really fucking weird #and shows that the only experience you have with current queer youth culture is the minority of people who are shitty to each other online #which is sad bc we as a community should be learning from each other. not putting the youngest of us down for the crime of being young #forgive how rambly this is im still sick w covid and my head has been hurting fucking constantly since i took dayquil last night #wtf do they even put in that shit that makes my head hurt so bad

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roleplayerconfessions · 2 years

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🌴 what the fuck is with Tumblr Elites forcing new tumblr rpers to reblog things even if they don't want to?

"wehhh the algorithm doesn’t help creators if you don’t reblog"

"wehhh who cares if posts wont fit your aesthetic, make a sideblog and reblog to it"

some muns know that, they just aren't interested in your shit? some muns are very particular, have ocd, or just don't want to mix and match content, even if it gets dumped to a side blog? muns aren't going to make sideblogs JUST to reblog a post that doesn't match their aesthetic? what if they don't want more than one blog? what if they just want to, yknow, ROLEPLAY?

so i say again: what the fuck, people?! you are not entitled to their reblogs. YOU ARE NOT ENTITLED TO THEIR REBLOGS. if someone is pressured to make a side blog solely to reblog things, guess what? they’re going to reblog things to it, and leave those posts there to die. they're not going to interact with people on that blog, they're not going to follow people on it, people aren't going to know the blog exists or follow it, you're not going to get any more exposure from the blog anyways, it’s a dead end. educate people, fine, but if someone knows how reblogging vs liking works and they STILL don't want to reblog things, focus your efforts on people who DO want to reblog it.

aesthetic blogs and rpers are not your dumping ground for free reblogs, stop forcing them to do what you want. you're not educating anymore, you're trying to coerce people and you're fucking with their comfort levels, habits and preferences. those comfort levels, habits and preferences may be the only reason they even bother with tumblr! this site lets people do things their way because people LIKE IT that way, and if they feel like they can't do that without harassment or alienation anymore, they're going to leave again.

#Submission #Muns #Blogs #Bullying #Preferences #Graphics #Coarse Language

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honoredbastard · 3 years

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I COME BACK WITH THOUGHTS/THEORIES ON ITADORI AND HIS RELATIONS- I THINK.

anyways, so i'll just point this out: i'm not good at speaking my thoughts in an organized manner. i absolutely suck at it, i speak on how my brain brings up the thoughts so i might ramble, get over my head in a thought, etc. i can't control it so i apologize in advance for the jumpiness of the texts. i will spell a lot of things wrong and not everything will be correct, as i read translations and on a manga site. don't worry it's not illegal, i believe.

MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD.

i apologize for my absence! last week or two weeks ago the tower to my computer completely broke and will not turn on. i tried to repair it and follow my fathers instructions but nothing worked. even cleaned off the fan and went through countless nights readjusting things. it's not my cords either so to help me out my father is working extra shifts to get me a new pc. so in the meantime i'll do small posts like these but not full writing/head canons until i have a computer tower lol. a family member was kind enough to allow me to have their phone while we work throughout this issue.

now onto the actual topic:

kenjaku and itadori's relationship. ( family wise ).

for context in the most recent chapter, 160 "colony" kamo shows up in sasaki's home and talks to her about the culling game and a barrier. but that's not the point, the point is as he's guiding her to the barrier inside her "dream" at the end he says "oh right. i almost forgot to tell you. thank you for getting along with my son." and then she is awakened inside the barrier, in her pajamas beside iguchi. when sasaki and iguchi look at the barrier and gather themselves they bring up kamo.

sasaki asked iguchi if he mentioned his son and he says no. this leaves sasaki in a state of confusion when itadori flashes in her mind. she says his name aloud like she finally connected the dots. now. why am i bringing up this whole kenjaku thanking sasaki for being his "son"'s friend. it throws me off because why didn't he thank iguchi?

did he not think iguchi meant their friendship? because sasaki was the one uninjured and still counted itadori as a friend? does iguchi not consider itadori as a friend anymore?

because we haven't seen these two at all since the incident. that raised many questions in me. as well "how can itadori be related to kamo?" and itadori is related to choso.

because kamo's technique is explained ( vaguely. we are aware he can create barriers, take over bodies, and has incredible cursed tools. chapter 134. this is also where choso makes his connection ( i believe. ) to itadori yuji as his brother. but because we saw this with todo many thought itadori just had another unconsious technique that allows the person who is hit create false memories and believe of a completely made up relationship with itadori without his knowledge. but alas, i was wrong. ) and we're given more hints shown than told ( imo ) i tried my best to make sense out of the situation and what he said. i think my conclusions are pretty solid, so continuing on.

we're given very little history on itadori, his past, and family. at the start of the manga we know that itadori's only family he knows is his grandfather and that he is ill in the hospital. at the very very beginning we learn that itadori is your average cute, fluffy, laid back but strong and goofy protagonist. in smaller words: itadori is kirby but even cuter and dumber.

my first impressions of him is a pineapple. if you're confused to this saying: it's calling a person prickly on the outside but sweet on the inside. and this is true, itadori's grandfather seems prickly and cold on the outside but he genuinely cares for itadori.

he raised itadori for all we know and did that with his all in assumption. but this ends up backfiring onto itadori, because he cares so much for his grandson - he ends up leaving a " curse " on yuji.

help people. save them.

itadori takes this to heart as his grandfathers speech is his last one. when he looks over to his grandfather the man is dead and now yuji is left alone. then the following events occur.

at this point in time i assumed itadori was an orphan ( he technically is if we're connecting the dots. his parents has not been shown, he doesn't speak of them, they aren't in the picture. we can conclude either they disowned itadori or died before he could make complete memories of them. )

but when we are shown in chapter 143 itadori's parents we see this "woman" jin ( yuji's father ) and his grandfather talking about has the same scar pattern. this scar pattern is either stitching ( assuming that is how kamo keeps the top of the opened skull from coming off. this is also how kamo revealed his cursed technique / body of sorts ( the brain, assuming that is kenjaku in his cursed technique and not the body / puppet he is controlling " getou suguru " ) to gojou. )

this is the only way i find kamo being able to assign itadori as his son. why is that you might be asking this dumbass here.

we do not have the full story, exact date, location, and full context of the memory/dream itadori is having. this cannot be fake either because kamo would than have no reason to call itadori his son. or is there? anyways.

take a leap of faith with me. imagine that before itadori is born ( he seems no more than a few weeks or days old in this memory. hence why i am thinking my conclusion is pretty solid in theory. but yknow gege, there might be something different. ) anywhooo.

TW. D3ATH/IMPLYING ANTI LIFE ATTEMPT

kamo had to have taken over yuji's mothers body after an accident OR after she gave birth to yuji. his grandfather is interrupted by her before he can finish his sentence but it seems to be leading to the conclusion that either kaori ( yuji's mother ) died while giving birth to yuji or kaori could not conceive and tried to take her own life or cause an accident that would take her life. ( i read a fan translation for this part but im pretty sure i also read the official translation today too and it added up to the same. )

i believe in the first idea, but since kamo's cursed technique wasn't explained in detail i don't know the conditions of his body technique. does the original host of the body have to be dead? can he regenerate body limbs ( i highly doubt. getou lost an arm during his fight with yuta. overconfident dick. reminding me of an ex ANTWAYS. i forgive him for being overconfident smooch. he learned. OFF TOPIC but continuing on i promise.

this is being continued from the cut off point. i'm so upset so it'll just be summarized. i can't believe this shit lol i took three hours just to finish it for it to literally cut off the bottom half.

continuing on in a sadge mood. kamo must not have the complete ability to take over a body. after all getou took his only arm he had as he was dying and choked his own body to his full ability. getou was willing to die ( possibly, you never know he could be alive if he killed his own body. moving on. ) just to have the chance to save his friend from being swallowed by a damn box.

so there has to be a chance that kamo cannot fully take over the previous persons complete consious and memory of their body. if getou still had his other arm after losing the fight to yuta, he could've choked kamo with both arms. in theory kamo wouldn't be able to control the right arm and die to the previous host choking him to death.

so why wouldn't the other hosts do it? after all, kamo did say it was his first time experiencing such a thing. assuming kamo has lived throughout many bodies in his 150+ lifespan none of the previous hosts could take control of their body.

i believe getou was completely influenced by gojou and his six eyes. there is no way gojou would even try to speak out to his friend unless he had an inkling or saw getou still in there. helpless and without the ability to save himself from the cage he's in.

being used and puppeteered in his own body by an external force. laughing in the world he could not. putting getou into a constant misery and defeat that he couldn't escape his hell. the one he tried so hard to fight and get out of. even if it was the wrong path.

gojou was the last person to witness getou dying. he had to watch getou bleed out after their conversation because he couldn't bring himself to kill his friend. the one he spent his whole jujutsu student life with. so for gojou to say such a thing to getou despite all that he did had to break getou out of his misery and give him that small sliver of hope that he could do something. of course he failed, but i doubt that's going to be the end of that.

the only way i see kamo being related to yuji is if he took over kaori's body before the pregnancy. assuming that when kamo takes over a body he becomes one with said body and is that person for however long he lives in said body. my only thing is, can he take over a persons body whilst they are alive? i would go more in depth like i did the last time but i am extremely upset about my work being erased so that's the end of this part.

thank you for reading! i have one more thing for you though.

the last time we see sukuna in a manga page after the shibuya incident is where he is on his throne and in his domain. this is after yuji is stabbed by yuta and is presumed "dead" at the time. he seems to be interested in yuta and i can think of 2-3 things. I would love to hear your theories too so don't be afraid to barge into my dms like the koolaid man.

A - sukuna is interested in Yuta because of his ability to use the reverse healing technique ( only a few sorcerers know this. sukuna being the first. shoko being the second one to be told that she has this power and then gojou. ) because of this he sees potential in yuta as well or has added this boy into his plans. after all, there is very few that can make sukuna make an expression that isn't an RBF. aka megumi and possibly gojou. I was looking at the page of him stabbing yuji and noticed we only see the entry point of where the blade enters. it's smaller because some got chunked off so its a possibility yuta used this to his advantage when "killing" yuji and instead hit an artery that could kill him but quickly healed him afterwards. or just his heart. the ideas.

B. Rika, Yuta is able to completely control Rika as shown. Even though he claims he is on the weak side, these two combined seem like an unstoppable force. He may be interested in Rika as she is a curse that has been put on someone that can fully control it. Not many people is shown to be able to control their curse. As we haven't met many.

this was enti and that's the last of my post! thank you for reading and it was a fun one. even though i had to restore this shit. anyways, i'd love you to add or fix up my ideas and tell me your thoughts and opinions! Thanks a bunch!

^ this is for pure humor

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granger-or-garcia · 3 years

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A Nice Welcome

Penelope Garcia x fem!reader

Contains- wlw, mutual pining, murder, crime, kissing, smut

18+!!(not this chapter specifically but in future ones)

Ch 1

Today is the day. My first day at the BAU. I don’t think I’ve ever been so nervous in my life. I get into my car and drive to Quantico. Finally, I find a spot and go inside the massive building. I’m almost late, it’s a good thing I brought my boxes here last night. I get into the elevator and hit the button for the sixth floor.

“Wait, I’m coming!” A tall lanky guy is running strangely towards the elevator. I hold the door open for him to step inside.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Spencer Reid of the BAU, nice to meet you.” He smiles awkwardly at me.

“Hi, I’m Y/N Y/L/N, and it’s my first day at the BAU!” I’m so glad to meet someone before I heard into the office. We step off the elevator and he opens to door into the office for me.

“Hey Spence, who’s this?” A blonde girl greets us with a fresh cup of coffee in her hands.

“Oh this is Y’n Y/L/N, and it’s her first day at the BAU today.” She shakes my hand.

“Oh, I was wondering who our new coworker would be, it’s so nice to meet you. You can call me JJ.”

“Who’s this pretty little thing?” A voice comes from the door. A tall, muscular man in an unusually tight shirt comes and greets us. Shortly following, a woman with brown hair and an older man come with us.

“This is Y/N Y/L/N, she’s the newest member of the BAU. Y/N these are supervisory special agents Morgan, Prentiss, and Rossi.”

“It’s so nice to meet all of you, I’m glad we can work together.” we get into small talk before Hotch tells us to get on the jet and grab our go bags for this case. Hotch was the one who met with the director and convinced him to let me work here. The jet was even nicer than I had imagined, we talked about the case the whole way there, 2 children had gone missing within a week, and the cops were clueless.

At the latest abduction site, we meet the sheriff. “Hello, I’m Sheriff Jones, nice to meet you all.” He shakes our hands and we spread out around the house. Morgan and I go into the child’s room. We look around the room, searching for clues. I hop onto the kids computer to see if there’s anything there.

“Hey, Morgan, this kid seems to be on a lot of chat rooms.” I call to Morgan, who is deep into this kids diary.

“Nice work, kid. Here, take my phone and call Garcia about it.” I don’t know much about Garcia, only that she’s the technical analyst for the BAU. I catch the phone Morgan tossed me and call her.

“Talk dirty to me, hot stuff.” I’m shocked, did I call the wrong number?

“Um, hello, is the Penelope Garcia?” My face is red, I can tell she’s pretty though her voice.

“Oh my God, I’m so so sorry, you must be the new girl, yes I’m Penelope, what can I do for you?” I smile, feeling bad about her embarrassment.

“Could you hack into this kids computer and go through all of his chat logs, hot stuff?” I could feel Morgan staring at me, confused.

“Wow, you’ve already got the hang of it. I’ll call back when I’ve got some news. See you in your dreams. Mwah.” She hung up the phone before I could even say goodbye.

“Wow, that Penelope is really something, huh.” I’m sitting back in this chair, trying to figure out what just happened.

“Yeah, she is. Hey, did she seem upset at all when you talked to her?” Morgan seemed concerned for her.

“No, she seemed great, why?”

“It’s nothing, she just broke up with her girlfriend last week and she’s been taking it pretty hard, that’s all.”

“Girlfriend?” Morgan can see me smirk.

“Oh come on Y/N, you’re kidding me. You haven’t even met her in person yet.” Morgan laughs and pats me on the back,”Yknow, I think that would be really swell for her, you’re a great girl.” I smile and we get back to work. Today has been really great so far, we have a few leads, and I’ve hit it off with the whole team, especially Morgan.

We meet the team back at the station and go over all of the information. “We’ve got a name.” Hotch shouts as we look at our suspect list. We all rush to the cars and follow the GPS. At the location we see the man holding both kids in front of himself. Gun drawn.

“Drop the gun!” Rossi shouts at the man, gun facing him.

“No, these kids are killers, they deserve to die!” He’s shaking.

“No, John, it was a video game, it was fake, it’s not real.” JJ is trying to coerce him into dropping the weapon. He starts screaming and bawling. The death of his mother had caused him to have a psychotic break and believe the video games he played were real. He drops to the ground as the children come running towards us. Morgan rushes to handcuff the man.

On the jet I fall asleep. In my dream I here a voice. “Y/N!, Y/N!, wake up!” I open my eyes to see Morgan shaking me awake.

“Kid, we landed, come on lets get you home.” Morgan hands me my bag and I get in my car and head home.

In the office, the rest of the team is packing up for the day, talking about me.

“Well she called Penelope on my phone today, and we can guess how that went.” Morgan laughs, remembering the conversation.

“Well, it’s bound to happen eventually.” Emily jokes, putting folders into her bag.

“She also made this face when I told her Penelope broke up with Grace, it was like she was trying to hold back a smile.”The whole team realized what was going on.

“No, you’re kidding.” JJ laughs.

“Actually, I spoke with Y/N earlier today on the jet before we got to Texas, and I think she’d be a perfect match for Penelope.” Reid smiles as the team thinks about me and Penelope dating. Suddenly, a voice comes from the door.

“Who would be a perfect match for me?” It was Penelope.

“No one, we were just kidding around.”

“Could you possibly mean special agent Y/N Y/L/N, a recent graduate from MIT, currently residing at 437 Oak street, apartment 3B?” A smile grows across her face.

“Wow, what is with the stalking, I thought we moved past that?” Rossi says.

“Well, I just wanted to see what she looked like, as her coworker I should know her.” She’s fighting a grin,”On the phone she sounded really-”

“Pretty?” Emily cuts her off. Penelope stares at her shoes, smirking.

“Well, now that you all have embarrassed me, I bid you goodnight.” She waves at everyone and leaves.

“Well, looks like we have a little matchmaking to do, don’t we?” Morgan and the team laugh and chat for a bit more until they all go home.

(Ch 2 soon!)

#penelope garcia #penelope garcia x reader #bau #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #emily prentiss #jj criminal minds #spencer reid #derek morgan #david rossi #aaron hotchner

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solarsleepless · 3 years

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Please tell me everything you know about c!niki xD

THIS IS GONNA BE HELLA LONG SO HERE YOU GO

so niki first joined l'manberg - contrary to popular belief - AFTER the revolution, along w jack manifold. she joined bc she was good friends with wilbur and tommy. she opened up a bakery after consulting her diary/chat, and it ended up being pretty successful. not too succesful, but successful. during the elections, she decided to support her friend (childhood friend? the timeline is fucked up bc of c!fundy existing lbr) and together she and fundy made COCONUT2020. she didn't think she'd win, only really did it for fun, and supported wilbur even though she didn't join his party then her best friend and friend got exiled, and so she was understandably distraught and angry schlatt's reign was one of her low points. not her lowest, but pretty damn low if i do say so myself. she was tormented during this time by schlatt himself, and he made fun of her for her relationship with wilbur, called her things like a "wrench", he taxed her (to the point where she had to run away!), and he imprisoned her. it doesn't help that her childhood(?) friend betrayed her burnt down the flag that she had made for l'manberg (its so sad actually, listen to it) she had a birthday party that while i didnt watch ive heard that wilbur threatened to blow up l'manberg so yeah then she saw her younger brother-like figure get executed onstage, then almost got executed herself, when wilbur managed to get her away then it is DEVASTATING as she finally finds out abt how things have been going in pogtopia (especially for the viewers who only watched niki's pov). she had thought that they had a plan, that they were working things out, when really they haven't even got a semblance of a plan the pit fight happens, and then after she goes up to listen to one of tommy's discs with tubbo and tommy themselves during the manberg v pogtopia war, she fights for pogtopia and watches schlatt die and the nation become wilbur's again. then, of course, comes the part that all old school c!niki fans will remember... during the celebration they had just after tubbo gained presidency, she accidentally uncovered a small part of the wall and saw tnt. she went still, then covered it up, on the assumption that wilbur wouldn't blow it up BOY was she wrong her home gets destroyed (watch this and skip forwards until niki's pov), and she doesnt find out that wilbur dies until much, much later. to honour him, she starts wearing his coat. everything goes fine for a little while, and she yknow dates puffy (*SOBS* im unbiased im unbiased.... *sob*), and then doesnt find out abt tommy's exile until much later AFTER that. she doesnt really get in on the lore much during the inbetween period of tommy's exile and doomsday except for her city being built more. then, during doomsday, she gets angry at tommy and says that he couldn't just walk in there and assume everyone would be on his side, she also shouts at ranboo abt sides and stuff. later, she apologizes to ranboo and says that if ranboo fights for l'manberg, she will too. ranboo ends up doing nothing except watching everything unfold, and so niki does the same, except for one thing. she burns down the l'mantree, also known as her canonical lowest point. after that, she hears ghostbur speaking and has a panic attack, trying to reassure herself that "he's gone, he's gone, he's gone" and because shes too flooded w memories, she ends up blowing up her bakery. afterwards, however, she goes down into her secret city and isolates herself from everybody except for jack, who she plots to kill tommy with. she takes tommy to a nuclear test site and almost manages to kill him, but JUST misses him, somehow after this attempt, she scurries back to her little hole like a cryptid and (this is, in my opinion, her lowest point) isolates herself even MORE. she has contact with exactly 1 person during this whole period of four-five canonical(??) months, and it results in her mental health getting worse. technoblade visits her at the start of this, offering her a position as an anarchist to which she gives him a "maybe, after

i kill tommy" she gets night terrors, and keeps herself in a literal CELL so that she doesnt go anywhere when she sleepwalks, also punches the walls whenever she wakes up from a nightmare, which is often. eventually tho, she accepts techno's offer and joins the syndicate, naming herself as nemesis as a reference to her past self she manages to heal a substantial amount, finally having: a) a group that lets her speak (which is SO important for her, its actually the key to her entire arc) and b) socialization! however this takes a big turn, when she hears that wilbur's back she tries to play it off, then goes the l'manhole or l'crater, reminisces about wilbur betraying her (may i note the rocketduo where she looks pointedly at manifoldland and says "and GOD you deserved so much better dgsayufasyufgasuy) she grabs wilbur's diamonds, some of the first ever items she got in the SMP, then hides them in the wall, as a sign of her closing off from wilbur

PHHOOOOOOEEY THAT WAS A LONG ONE

okay so imma go with this writing cause its fun. so, you asked a few questions in response to the ask you gave me!! so lets go 1) why does she feel betrayed by wilbur? because she was one of the first people she met (canonically) on the SMP. he promised her that it would be a land of peace, prosperity, but she started loving it BECAUSE of wilbur. case and point: when wilbur asks whether she's loyal to l'manberg, she goes "yes, i'm loyal to you, wil." "no, no, not to me- to l'manberg" she quite literally wore his coat around the SMP as a symbol of her friendship and dedication towards him, because they were honestly the best of friends, and she THOUGHT she knew it. points out) and its the way she's learnt to do things. also remember: c!Niki is an unreliable narrator, that's the whole point of her character. it's a response to trauma (as @tubboblr pointed out) you're also probably wondering why she burnt down the l'mantree. and it's not because she "finally realized that l'manberg was bad" it was actually really simple: she wanted to be heard. she had been beaten down and talked over SO much (aka the BASIS for her arc) that she's so desperate to be heard she'll take desperate measures. another reason is because she finally loses hope in l'manberg. she loved it, loves it, but she just lost hope in it. she never hated it. she LOVED it, with all her heart. she just didnt believe it had any hope to be the place she had thought it was. if you have any other questions, let me know!!

#c!niki analysis #kinda #c!niki #niki nihachu #nihachu #sukisimpsstuff #ask

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eluvion · 3 years

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I swear to god I spent the last month daydreaming about a fic where Goro realizes he's going to die and decides "fuck that, im killing shido now" (probably in early october bc I dont want him to kill haru's dad in this one) so he goes up to the diet building and because he cant get through shido's palace by himself, goro just straight up uses the metaverse to sneak into the building without being caught and kills shido. ive actually written a tiny bit of it just as a drabble type thing but anyway. he kills shido and paints his mother's name on the windows and then he escapes into the metaverse. insert caesar references, insert metaphor about how the light shining through the blood looks like the stained glass windows of a twisted church.

this got kinda long so more under the cut

the next day, the news breaks, even with the conspiracy's efforts to keep it quiet. akira looks at the tv and recognizes shido. they scrubbed goro's mother's name off the walls but futaba decides to look into the murder and hacks the security cameras and she sees the name. by now, both the phantom thieves and the conspiracy know that it was goro. the pt figure that he probably escaped into mementos to avoid,,, yknow dying, and they go into there and save him.

with the murder, goro abandons all of his masks, and everyone yknow has their reactions. goro admits to being black mask and apologizes to futaba, whos really overwhelmed.

akiren says something along the lines of "what were you planning on doing once you escaped down here"

goro says a throwaway line of like "probably dying"

eventually they sort things out and decide to hide goro somewhere (probably leblanc its not like they have much of a choice). each of the phantom thieves talk to him by themselves. futaba admits that she can never forgive him but that shed like to be proper siblings (in her digging she found that little fact). theres akeshu obviously but with this new dynamic of akechi having killed his own father, not even through mementos, but with his hands. akira admits that he had thought of it before, all the way back during kamoshida, before he really knew what the metaverse did. ann understands. she knows what its like to want to tear someone apart. haru does too. she gets the feeling of wanting to kill her father even if she never could. ryuji sort of gets it? he gets the rage and the pain, and while he doesnt want anyone to die, he understands why goro did it. makoto is still hesitant, but goro talks (lectures) about the justice system, about how shido was never caught and would never be caught. (futaba leaks all of shidos crimes to almost every reporting site under her alibaba title). morgana kind of gets it too, but its more or less like every post canon fic with morgana and akechi. yusuke also gets it, gets the rage, but they talk more about goro's mother, what its like to have a parent figure that you love and hate at the same time.

later, in november, they decide to let goro join, and instead of akiren getting caught and arrested he is. the conspiracy knows he betrayed them and he knows hell have to disappear. they use more or less the same plan--get caught, get interviewed by sae (who goro manically laughs at when she enters the room), escape through the metaverse and rest up. its around this time when all of them are starting to notice yaldy and they do all the things, make goro disappear, and by the time theyre done, no one remembers him except the pt and akiren's confidants, and thats more or less okay.

#hoo boy #my 'goro kills shido early' au has lived in my brain RENT FREE #akechi goro #i'll reveal your true form #how justice ends #persona 5 #fanfiction #ask memes #anonymous #conversationing

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iprefertheterminsane · 3 years

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What I should be doing; Updating my current BFU/GoMens fanfic

What I am doing instead; drafting an entirely NEW BFU/GOMens fanfic

Here it is;

Story Idea:

BFU*Good Omens, but make it scary.

The Unsolved Crew are trying to return to the airport after a successful hunt in London. Shane suggests they follow a scenic route of no discernible town. They somehow find themselves in a town that is not on the GPS maps with weird vibes and, surprise surprise, their rental breaks down. They have all watched enough horror thrillers to know all the cliché-est plot points. What lives in Devil's Dyke? Are the Them serial killers? Is Warlock going to betray them? Shane and TJ are probably going to die. But most importantly; What does it all have to do with Ryan?

-This is Shyan centric. On their way back to the airport, Shane suggests the crew take a scenic route down South Downs on their way back from London with the promise of a beautiful lake. The London shoots had been rife with sexual tension, and Shane does not want the moment to end.

-They find themselves driving into a town instead, suburbania and quaint. The townsfolk frown at them as they pass by. RP Tyler straddles his barking poodle. They obviously don't like newcomers.

-The rental breaks down. The cliche Ness starts to dawn on them

-"Hahaha, next we'll find out this place doesn't have line!"

-There is no line. They all glare at Mark.

-In a fit of nervousness, Ryan starts offline vlogging. Shane suggests they go into town to ask for someone to call the two service and find someplace with line. Surely SOMEONE will recognize them.

-But strangers look away and walk faster away when they approach. Whoever they manage to start scowling or fidgeting, and none of them seems to recognize the duo. Some even claim to know only faintly of YouTube. It's getting unreal. They do not seem to be joking, and get only more upset whenever the Crew tries to convince or tell them otherwise. It is finally pushing dusk. The Crew stops by a beautiful park. There is no one around, but a young boy, who has a look in his eyes they find relief in: recognition.

-His name is Warlock Dowling, and he showed them a copy of his birth certificate to prove it, claiming that it happens often enough that he has to resort doing so. It's so fucking cliche it hurts. Ryan hates this movie already.

-But Warlock is the son of an American Ambassador who lives in the UK, and thus, likely the only child who seems to recognize them and their YouTube Channel. He is not a big fan, but it's a whole site better than literally everyone else. South Downs is a bedtime story, he claims. It's perfect in the way all the towns in children storybooks are perfect. Nobody plays the internet in a storybook town. It is not a prank. Devon is skeptical.

-Warlock invites them to go to the Ambassador's house a little ways down the airbase near the back of the town, (what kind of horror path will they take? Thought Ryan. Both feel like equally bad ideas.) but they decide to go tomorrow. He directs them to a bed and breakfast instead. All the rooms look the same. The lady barely looks up as she hands them their keys. There is electricity in the rooms, meaning they could charge their appliances. For naught of anything better to do, they are filming this entire experience. They somehow convince themselves that Shane is going to die because Ryan is evidently the Protagonist, and since Shane is his Best Friend, he is either going to betray them or die in a heroic act sacrificing himself for Ryan. In a fit of panic, Ryan tells Shane he has a crush on him. Which is great and sweet and all, but now REALLY seals the deal in because now Shane is a love interest instead. Hasnt Ryan heard of the bury your Gays trope?

-"I knew you guys were gonna end up gay" "what why." "they have to kill SOMEONE off and none of us are black and Ryan s the protagonist."

-They don't find Warlock in the park the next day, and are forced to look for him themselves. Walking of course. They find out about the satanic nunnery that caught on fire on a cafe because the waitress explains that they have to pass through that and the abandoned airbase in the back of the town to get to the villa on foot. They all sigh in exhausted manner, not much in the mood for dying.

-Trudge they do anyway. Nowhere out but through.

-The old satanic nunnery is....not abandoned

-They rush inside and find that it is a company teamwork support organization, and they give out paintball sessions. There is electricity. There is a line, even if the company wasnt currently in season. They try to find a worker.

-They find her. Sister Mary is haggard and busy running an entire company and booking sessions all by herself. She is in turns dismissive and annoyed to moderately tolerant....up until she learns of Ryan's name

-She suddenly wants nothing to do with any of them, practically shoving them out her door and face sheet white, mumbling about being busy and how it wasn't personal. The door slams in their faces. Ryan looks like he is about to cry. Shane snaps.

-He breaks the door down, to the shouts of surprise from the rest of the crew, and announces, with the loud, arrogant nonchalance of a white man, that he is not going to budge until she tells them everything they want to know about Lower Tadfield, the South Downs and yknow the fuck what? Neither will Ryan. The rest of the Crew follow his example and dig their heels in, pretending to film her for good measure. They are counting on the fact that she does not have security, and that even if she calls the cops on them, the building is far too suburbania to find very quickly. Mary looks absolutely terrified, and refuses to look Ryan in the eye. She eventually gives in, on the account that they will soon leave immediately.

-The find out that she was an ex convent of the Chattering Order of St. Berryl's, a satanic nunnery. She came back because she had been born here, and oddly enough, the convent meant something to her. A good dozen of the Satanists died due to a lightning storm catching the nunnery on fire the night two babies had been born, and three left through the gates. She's never been afraid of Lower Tadfield. Nothing ever happens here. They don't buy it, but it's apparent she believes what she is saying.

-They demand to use the present line to call for another rental, cancel their airport tickets, etcetera etcetera, emphasizing that they are excited about leaving just as much as she does. With this promise, she allows them to do so.

--They manage to get their raw footage to Cloud and cancel their tickets but just as they are about to call for a new car, the lights start flickering. The building rumbles. Mary looks straight at Ryan and tells them to run. They grab each other s hands and does so.

-There halfway down the road when TJ yelps, and Devon announces they are being chased by something. They decide to run into the woods down further down south to lose it.

-It is dusk. Nobody is happy. At least everyone is alive though, which is something. Ryan remarks that the chase scenes in the movies are exactly as tiring as they make it out to be.

-Mark hears running water, and the Crew finds an occupied cottage on the shoreline of the sea. Their sighs are loud; both relieved and annoyed. Mark starts chanting/praying that they are not serial killers. Shane announces that everyone must be ready to leave at a moments notice, and sleep in the woods of they must, to everyone's agreement.

-The man who opens the door wears glasses and low slung jeans, eyebrow raised rudely. His husband, blonde and plump, tells him to let them come in, and that it is nearly dinner. They are gracious hosts-old enough to be someone's grandparents. Cute and domestic as well. Shane goes strangely quiet when the couple dances in the living room, and Ryan chalks it up to their romantic relationship, for which they share talks. There are unoccupied rooms they could bunk in-five; each of them reserved for the couple's godkids. Despite getting their own rooms, Ryan cuddles with Shane. He is oddly tense, at least until they start making out.

-Ryan wakes at night to voices in his ear, and decides to get a glass of something to drink. Shane is out cold. He finds TJ in the kitchen, looking at his phone. It is a picture of his family-Kate and their daughter. This is hugely concerning, as it is a surefire telltale that TJ might not make it. Ryan promises him they'll get back home. TJ clasps him on the back and tells him not to make promises he can't keep.

-Shane wakes the crew at 4 am and tells them, quietly, to pack up and leave for town. He had found a map, and determined the way to navigate. They are confused but obliging. They do not wake their hosts-in fact, Shane seems to want to make sure they leave without their knowledge. They find their way back into Tadfield by 8.30 am, and it is only as they are having bfast that Shane tells them that there is no tech but the radio-which isn't plugged in. The water runs, but the pipes underneath the sink are not attached to anything. Crowley does not eat, and his eyes were....weird. Too many red flags. And as he searched the room for maps before Ryan came into his room the night before, he had found a crumpled poker card of the Antichrist, and Devon admits to finding one of War, a horseman of the Apocalypse, in hers. Mark taps his fork anxiously, and his eyes spell out what they all could tell. The climax is soon.

- It is not until Ryan walks and spots a bespectacled child of Warlocks age that he realizes he has barely seen any children in this town, and suggests that they follow him to ask whether he knew Warlock. The rest of the crew return to the BnB for some well deserved rest, but Shane and Ryan pursues the kid....into the forest.

-They lose him until HE found THEM. He immediately recognizes Ryan, who had to introduce his best friend Shane. Two other kids appear from between the trees. One of them, a girl, has a large wooden sword. They are surrounded. Shane grips Ryans hand, and asks, half jokingly, is they are serial killers, and if they are intending to kill him.

-The Them claims that it happened like, one time, and they do not plan to kill Shane, but their smile looks too wide to be genuine, like they are sharing a personal joke. The boys start walking away. The Them follows. Ryan asks if they know Warlock. They stop, sharing looks. Brian asks how they met Warlock. Ryan refuses to tell them . The kids get defensive, the way 13 year olds tend to get when they are about to justify doing a notable offense, like staying awake past bedtime The wind picks up, and the kids get visibly relieved. Brian tells them that Adam is coming, in a way that makes them feel like they definitely do not want to meet Adam. They scram it.

-They are being chased again. This time, when Ryan looks back, he sees what looks like a dog but isn't-like something is badly wearing the skin of a dog, like it has too many limbs to fit into four legs, a slobbering maw and hellfire eyes.

-They manage to leave the woods, and almost get hit by a three wheeled blue car. Shane bangs on the door and it opens for them, and Ryan shouts at them to step on it. It is only when they get to a quaint little cottage at the other end of the town do they acknowledge their saviours-a bespectacled, brown skinned woman and a jittery boyfriend.

-The woman is American. She recognizes them immediately, and says that she is a huge fan of True Crime. It is the most mundane , normal conversation they have for all of 2 days. They enter Jasmine Cottage. Shane slumps.

-there is a horseshoe above the door, and runes etched into the wood. The smell of incense burns strongly, and a redlined conspiracy board in a corner of the kitchen.

-The woman calls herself a professional occultist. A witch, basically. Which is...fine. She is at least honest and blasè about it, which made someone in this godforsaken town at least. Shane spots a picture of the Antichrist on her pinup board, the same one as seen in the poker card he's found in AziCrow's cottage. Anathema notices, and admits that it's complicated. They are confused, angry and terrified, and mentions their encounter with Adam, and everything else they'd had to suffer through as they are stuck in the village. Her facial emotions change from shock, to calculating, to confused, to skeptical, before finally ending In blank. She claims that it is very unlike Adam, as he usually does not go about scaring people from out of the village. He had welcomed her in just fine, and the town had followed short after. Shane asks about the Antichrist and Horsepeople symbolism. She waves that one away, claiming how it wasn't important and that 'They wouldn't believe her anyway.' She offers Meet to drive them back to their Inn, and they accept.

-They get back to the village; as they open the door to their rooms, knowing that the rest of the Crew is waiting for them, Warlock is also there. He takes a single look at them, and raises an eyebrow. They tell him what happened. Warlock frowns. Tells them the only reason they'd been hounded In such a way if Adam wants something from them, and TJ puts his face into their hands.

-They ask if they should lock the door. Warlock tells them not to bother-it won't stop him anyway. Devon asks the possibility of leaving this very night. Warlock shakes his head, but looks contemplating.

-That night, Shane gets kidnapped.

-Ryan doesn't see the culprit, but something tells him it's the Them, and the Hound, and Adam. He runs into the woods. The night is cold and still, but the trees shake like they could be alive. Ryan yells angrily into the void, asking Adam what is it that he wanted, that it's him they actually want, to let Ryan go. He faces the Hound, a slobbering, monstrous nightmare. Ryan thinks he is going to die. There is a boy sitting in a dilipidated throne above a chalk pit with blood red eyes.

-Two headlights pierce through the gloom. The trees still. The hound sits, and Crowley steps out if the Bentley.

-Aziraphale is in the car. Warlock peers over his shoulder. Crowley stomps over and tells Adam to come down-that his game is over, and it stopped being funny for quite some time. Shane stumbles out of the woods, dazed and terrified, and Ryan traps him into an embrace.

-After some chastising Adam admits that he's made a bet with Greasy Johnson in school that Demons and Ghosts are real, and that the Them had managed to convince him that it lives in the woods. He had not believed them, and made them bet that if it was really haunted, Paranormal Investigators would come and make a whole documentary about it. Warlock had showed him a few episodes of BFU, and Adam thought it perfect.

-Crowley scolds him, telling him against manipulating and keeping the Crew here against their will, and Adam looks appropriately chastened. Dawn breaks. The crew emerges from the Inn in a state of panic. Crowley pat's the van twice and it comes to life.

-Someone asked Crowley if the kids really HAD killed people. Crowley waves it away, claiming that it isn't important. In the light of morning, the kids and the dog almost looks normal.

- They decide not to prod any further. Aziraphale apologizes one last time, and tells the that they are welcome in Tadfield if they choose to come again. Ryan and Shane emphasizes that they absolutely will not, ever. Aziraphale nods like he understands. They pack the equipment and leaves the town, possibly England, forever.

-In a few days time, Adam gets an email- a video titled The Horrors of Hogsback Woods, and he grins cheekily to himself.

#BuzzFeed Unsolved #Shyan maybe?#Good Omens #but scary #Warlock Dowling #Anthony Crowley #Aziraphale #Shane Madej #Ryan Bergara #fanfic #fanfic draft #Adam is a little shit #the Them are technically murderers?#tw horror #suspense #ineffable husbands #Devon #TJ Marchbank #Mark

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thedancefloorsilly · 3 years

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I'm up to episode 120 which worries me since on the site I use, I can see the final episode now but anyway.

I REALLY enjoy the arc so far, probably more than the rest of them. But I also understand why people don't like it since there were a few times earlier where it was just character introductions with little development, but during the first introductions of the Ants, mainly the royal guard, I find it hard to believe someone could be bored, especially once the king's born, cause that was when things kicked up then get worse with Komugi (as I've previously pointed out). But the thing with the invasion is that there's still so much character development that happens, as well as proper Nen explanations for certain characters. Like Killua, his Godspeed ability, you'd think it's just a stronger electricity ability, but he's got the whole "controlled" and "autopilot" parts to it.

The only character I have zero care for is Shaiapouf, he could die in the most painful way and I would care. I hate his character so much, and because of this, the last episode I watched left me pissed off since he decided to wander into Komugi's room with clear ill intent, this is going off his previous expressed feelings towards her, his reaction when seeing Pitou healing her, and Pitou's reaction when they heard and saw him in the entrance (though that could've been out of fear of Gon as well since he's targeting Pitou while Pouf's targeting Komugi)

Another thing I like is the fact Meleoron and Ikalgo switched sides thanks to Gon and Killua, although Ikalgo did since Killua saved him and said he was cool (both would be dead if that didn't happen) while Meleoron just stalked Gon until he ended up in a desert. Both of them are genuinely good guys though.

There's also a bunch of small stuff I like, especially with Knuckle, for example, he became a criminal for helping a friend by knocking out a cop then running away for 24 hours. Another thing is his bond with Shoot. Knuckle said himself that he doesn't know when they became friends, then said something like "the people you risk your life with are friends" I don't remember what it was word-for-word but I found that really sweet since he said that while trying to punch Youpi for Shoots sake.

Also, I wasn't expecting Palm to get turned into a Chimera Ant. I would've expected them to just kill her since it was Pitou that discovered her with their En. The CA version of her hasn't been born yet, but I still know it's her since she was the only girl the guards caught a few days before the invasion.

All that out of the way, if I were to rate the CA arc so far out of 10, it'd be a 9.5 (as I said there were a few boring scenes) and for the CA exclusive characters, I'd rate them 8/10 (they killed Kite, even though he gets reborn, and the fact Pouf exists. Both get 1 point removed.) And lastly, the sadness rating so far would be 6/10, I've only cried when Kite died, and the scenes after Komugi gets injured by the eagle, and later the dragon dive and Meruem was very clearly worried for her (Zeno and Netero both waited for Meruem because of this which made me tear up as well) then I started going again when he told Pitou he relied on them to heal Komugi cause you could see how much it mean to both of them.

This quickly turned into an analysis again but that's to make up for my 2 days of inactivity and I was having fun writing.

-self-spoiling anon (p.s it was 2:50 pm when I woke up, not morning. Insomnia has ruined my sleep schedule beyond repair.)

hey self-spoiling anonnnnn B)

NOO only 28 eps left that means 😩😩 the last ep made me cry ahghhhhh. but anyways im so happy u like this arc bc I did too!! you’re right about that, and mainly bc ppl thought the arc was so long (but we got so much character development I dont think that could've happened if this arc was the usual length 20 eps yknow?). THINGS DEFINITELY STARTED GETTING MORE SERIOUS ONCE KOMUGI AND THE KING ARRIVED. yes you’re right!! and omg the scene when killua used his nen ability (godspeed I think,, the one where his hair gets all big) was SO badass killua is so cool.

PLSS the way you talk about pouf is so funny. but you know what its justified bc he was sooo annoying (good antagonist tho I must say).YES the way he acted with komugi ohhh my god. pouf is like the kings little yandere HA💀especially when he started to like,,, split up (?) I could not handle a million more of them.

AND I WAS LITERALLY HOPING U WOULD TALK ABT MELEORON AND IKALGO. I loved the fact that they switched sides and helped them. killua and ikalgos friendship made me very happy :,) and knuckle I love him so much hes such a great dude! my first impression was that he was going to be an overpowered douchebag but I was gladly wrong! he has layers 😩 and I had the same reaction when he was talking about shoot like that!! overall I think hes a great character :,)

omg right before I saw you said “the CA version of her hasn’t been born yet) I immediately thought to myself “I wonder how they feel about {insert certain scene}.” ahhhh I dont wanna spoil but the scene im talking abt just made me CRYY. I def agree with you on that rating. the beginning scenes before they showed the chimera ants were really boring to me, but it started to pick up!! the arc is great overall, so many great characters, so much character development, so many sad scenes imo. oof and the scene when gon breaks is just OUCh.

happy to know you’re liking the arc and happy to know that u had fun writing BC I LIKE HEARING UR THOUGHTS 😎 (also oh shit my bad that rlly sucks to hear I hope it improves one day)

#self-spoiling anon #wait she talks

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iturbide · 3 years

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Probably very insignificant in the grand scheme of things, but maybe Fleche and Randolph could be saved in Brothers of Duscur? Dimitri would be a lot more willing to listen and, yknow, not kill every last one of them, and just Randolph being alive could get Fleche from not wanting to murder Dimitri in cold blood :v

I think this is going to be a very fuzzy topic, entirely because circumstances are so different in Brothers in Duscur. Remember, Lambert’s still alive at this point. It’s not just that Dimitri’s not on a murder spree, it’s that the Kingdom’s managed to maintain its borders in the same way they did in CF. Did Rhea still fall to Imperial hands in the attack on Garreg Mach, or did she stay free? Even if she did disappear, with the Kingdom holding strong, could Seteth theoretically have secured the monastery after the Empire abandoned it, holding it with help from the Kingdom since it is a strategically beneficial site that Edelgard would have left to rot (and did in three canon routes)? If so, Dimitri would have a much easier time of getting there to meet Byleth -- but by the same token, we wouldn’t see Randolph at all because the Empire would, by that point, know better than to attack the monastery that’s so well defended.

Also, it’s worth mentioning that Fleche isn’t even mentioned in routes outside of Azure Moon: although Randolph does die in at least VW and SS, she’s never mentioned and never targets any other Lord. She was only shoehorned into AM so that Rodrigue could take her knife in Dimitri’s stead, which is...shitty, to put it mildly. So the thing is, you could argue that Fleche is saved in canon despite her brother’s death simply by virtue of her absence from the narrative.

I guess it all comes down to how the timeskip goes, who holds Garreg Mach, and whether Randolph and Fleche even need to be brought into it if they don’t serve a narrative purpose.

#answered #anonymous #fire emblem: three houses #brothers in duscur #look i don't want either of them to die #but edelgard's meritocracy kind of sucks #so randolph's at risk no matter how things go at garreg mach #simply because his merit is military

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kazo0-boy · 3 years

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📌 how did you find your hyperfixation?

🎥 do you have any favorite scenes from your hyperfixation?

🎶 if your hyperfixation has songs/an ost, what is your favorite song from it?

💕 tell us about one of your favorite characters and why you like them!

💔 tell us about one of your LEAST favorite characters and why you dislike them.

🍀 do you have any kins or comfort characters from your hyperfixation?

(my mom interrupted me while writing this to ask a heck ton of random questions about history which resulted in a rant about the city of Herculaneum, look into it if you’re into history) First one was answered in the first of these asks! Scenes? Idk off the top of my head other than the “if you wanna be a hero, Tommy, THEN DIE LIKE ONE” scene but im sure everyone has said that. I also liked Ranboo’s panic room.. panics. OH! Also if you haven’t seen it the breakdown Niki’s character had on the 6th after seeing Ghostbur was amazing. Here’s a video of it, though do be aware that there is discussions of dissociation, depersonalization, derealization, panic attacks, breakdowns, yknow, generally triggering stuff like that in it but I think it was an amazing scene that showed part of what led Niki to her current arc. Third, is that it doesn’t really have an OST though people do create playlists that remind them of the characters as well as fansongs so i’ll go off of that. I have a playlist of songs that remind me of c!Dream and in it I have Hollow by Cloudeater which was suggested by someone on this site awhile back. I like it. Also Turn Back Time by Derivakat is a c!Karl Jacobs fansong and a bop. TW: Discussions of trauma and abuse, mental illness In the past my favorite characters were Quackity and George. Quackity as I projected my own experiences with abuse and PTSD and mental instability onto his character and still kinda do but not as much anymore. George because.. well he’s not really a character but I was hyperfixating on Georgenotfound himself and created a lot of headcanons for the character. As of right now, There’s a lot of characters i like. Though if i had to pick 2 my favorites would be Karl Jacobs and Dream. Dream because well, I also project onto his character in terms of mental illness and how he might have C-PTSD after the prison. I also like villains in general. Actually isn’t it interesting that Quackity is somewhat of an antagonist as well? I like Karl Jacobs because of well, TFTSMP! the Tales are something im super duper interested in and i could argue i’m hyperfixated on them in specific and Dream SMP is just a general special interest. I think Karl’s character is extremely interesting and also the fanart is amazing. Idk if i have any characters I actively dislike as much as I have characters whom i’m not really interested in the arcs of. I guess idk if there’s must substance or motivation we know of behind Antfrost’s character beyond ‘evil egg catboy’ so i’m not too interested in his lore. Tw: Discussions of daddy issues Kins and comfort characters? Call me Ranbob but Dream kinnie all the way I also consider Phil a comfort character or just Philza in general is a comfort streamer to me. His character is also one of my favorites and here’s a video analysis of his character of which he commented on had ‘nailed it.’ You can guess why Philza in general. I have daddy issues pogchamp and project onto Phil as a substitute father figure in place of the deadbeat of my biological one! Also Karl Jacobs is a comfort character as well

#long post #this is such an infodump omfg #which one of yall is gonna ask about my gender/sexuality HCs #dream smp #dreamwastaken #karl jacobs #philza #Anonymous #ask game #tw dissociation #tw derealization #tw trauma

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arcade-stannon · 4 years

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Maybe smth like one of them gets injured or has a nightmare (I'm a glutton for angst lmao), or Rory finding some odd prewar food and trying to get Arcade to taste it lolll

aight i already did a nightmare so let’s see what i can do with injury

and yknow what? Rory gets injured like constantly so lemme flip it around a little.

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“Think we can cut through here?” Rory asked her companion, gesturing to a nearby canyon.

Arcade squinted, blinded by the hot Mojave sun. “God,” he murmured, trying to see what lay ahead. “I mean...I think so. Anything on your Pip-Boy?”

Rory fiddled with her wrist-sized computer, trying to locate the map. “That’s weird,” she commented as she turned its dial, “I can’t get a signal. I don’t think that’s ever happened before.”

It was a sweltering summer day in the Nevada desert, and the pair of friends was running out of water fast. Arcade already looked a little dazed and sunburnt from their day’s adventures, and Rory was not far behind. In order to reach the nearest town without passing out on the way, they’d have to be efficient.

“I don’t think we have a choice,” Arcade sighed. “Ugh. Jesus. Got anymore water?”

Rory shook her head. “Out of luck. Sorry, friend.”

“That’s alright. Let’s just go; we haven’t run into much trouble so far in this area.”

The two companions drew their weapons just in case, and forged cautiously ahead, driven as much by their desire to see the end of their day’s walk as their desire to see what came next.

They made it about half a mile through the sandy corridor when Arcade suddenly put up his hand in the air and stopped in his tracks. Rory followed suit, and Arcade put a finger to his lips to silence her.

“Hear that?” he whispered.

From uncomfortably close came an unmistakable, low, warning hum.

“Oh, shit,” Rory hissed, “That’s not a--”

“--Cazador,” Arcade confirmed darkly. “We have to turn around. If we’re fast...and quiet...maybe we can...”

All of a sudden, the warning hum escalated to the higher pitch of a cazador attack, and a blur of black and orange headed--seemingly from nowhere--straight for Arcade. Before either of them had time to fully react, the wicked, unfathomably large creature spread its gnarled, orange wings--and promptly stabbed Arcade squarely in the abdomen with its razor-sharp stinger.

“Shit!” Rory cried, “Are you okay?!”

Arcade coughed. “Kill--kill it--or--it’s gonna get you, too!” he choked.

Rory panicked, torn between helping her friend and saving her own skin. She tried to drag Arcade out of the path of the savage, winged beast as she fired aimless, one-handed shots towards it, but Arcade smacked her leg with what little remained of his strength.

“Rory!” he snapped, “I’m not--cough--fucking around! We’re--ugh--useless--if we’re both--GOD!--stung!”

Cazador stings were among the most painful sensations known to man. While a Deathclaw attack would kill you mercifully quickly, cazador venom burned.

It began in the outermost capillaries closest to where a person was stung; then, burned slowly like a white-hot flame until it reached their heart. If the victim was lucky, they would die; if they were not, the venom would continue its slow, merciless trek to the brain, its pain intensifying the whole time until it finally shut down all major organs.

It was no mystery why Arcade struggled to string together a whole sentence as the poison seared through his veins. Rory, however, got the message, and fired mercilessly at the horrid creature, dodging its stinger left and right as she did so.

The cazador hissed and spat viciously as Rory crippled its wings with her plasma defender, knocking it from the sky above her head. Once it writhed in the sand before her, she fired two shots: one in its head, and one in its stinger, both of which exploded in a mess of guts and exoskeleton fragments from the force of the close-range energy weapon.

With the creature felled, Rory ran immediately to her best friend’s side. His skin had taken on a grey hue, as much from the nauseating pain as from the poison in his blood, and he had already lost consciousness. She wasted no time searching for the antivenom he kept in his medical bag.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!” she hissed as she scrambled to prepare a sterile syringe for the serum. “Do not fucking pull this shit, Gannon!” Her voice shook as she ripped the shirt from his lifeless body, revealing a black-bleeding sting wound that was becoming gangrenous at a terrifying rate.

With a deep breath, she plunged the syringe of antivenom into a spot on his stomach where was still intact skin and muscle; then, got to work disinfecting and bandaging the disgusting site.

As she wrapped a large bandage around his waist, she prayed the venom had not reached his brain--or, if it had, that she’d neutralized it in time to prevent any major cognitive damage.

Once Arcade was patched up, Rory’s heart sank as she realized they could not remain in cazador territory any longer--the old saying went, “Where there’s one, there’s a hundred”. Though she was physically weak from the day’s overexertion, and though Arcade had several inches of height on her, she clumsily hoisted him into her arms. Thank God he’s such a beanpole, she thought as she staggered back the way the two of them had come.

When they were back in the open desert and Rory had a clear vantage point for any oncoming desert monsters, she laid her friend down in the sand and sat beside him as she caught her breath. Sedated by the fatigue of the day’s efforts, she intended only to rest her eyes for a moment--and promptly fell asleep, herself.

#arcade gannon #fallout #new vegas #rory wood #courier #fanfic

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