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paymechildsupport · 2 months

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Doppel!GOJO x Reader // "Looks Satoru Enough.." [JJK x TNMN crossover au] 🥛🔵

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PROMPTS (combined):

"so what about gojo but hes a doppelganger like the milkman. and basically (afab) reader is his girlfriend and doppelganger gojo pretty much is obsessed with reader. so then one day reader finds out and doppelganger gojo is pretty much just scared but all reader cares about is if he loves her. and so he basically confirms that he loves her and is obsessed with her, and then from that point on just smut....

"doppelganger Satoru who tricks you into letting him inside. But once he's in he doesn't care about killing the neighbours he just wants to fuck you and give you all his cum milk. If you're feeling extra down bad maybe some breeding kink 😊(ofc he's the milkman in this)"

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>> @maskedpacific @sadmonke hope I did your prompts justice, a lot of it was winged 😋🥛

JJK TNMN au: all the characters of JJK just in TNMN

-!! Monsterfucking ; oral sex ; overstim(?) ; he has a really long tongue

-!! No pronouns, -- genetalia is referred to as a "hole" -- so creative reading freedom

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Doppel!Gojo who assumed the identity of your pretty boyfriend after devouring his decaying corpse behind a back alleyway,— his first and only thought of entering the complex, your complex

Doppel!Gojo who for months beforehand could only admire you from afar, confined to the shadows. He could look, but he could not touch. He’d glare in envy as his parallel self continued about his normal life,— milkman everyday, delivering your neighbors with their daily supply of dairy. His company slogan: “The Strongest”, because milk made your bones nice and strong (you see what I did there? You see the pun? Yeah.. okay, I’ll stop 😔).

He was your boyfriend,— yet he’d never look at you. You’d simply be off to the side, smiling, forced to observe as you the frustratingly cocky real Satoru Gojo borderlined flirted with your other neighbors. He didn’t even touch you anymore,— so busy socializing, working- stuck in that silly little head of his,— every night your neglected body would have to sleep in a cold bed.

The real Gojo also happened to be the strongest DDD agent out there, — the best of the best— ; when he wasn’t the milkman he was out slaughtering those wretched doppelgängers trying to claw into everyday human life. Single-handedly, he’d manage to keep your specific complex completely Doppel free for the past decade. You often wondered if you’d all survive a day without his protection. He had such a keen eye, always knowing a fake when he saw one. Yet another thing keeping him busy: he’s the strongest, he’s suppose to protect everyone,— and you were just his lover,— no, side piece.

Doppel!Gojo knew he could do better, knew he could treat you like you deserve. If— no, when — he stole the real Gojo’s life his one and only priority would be to shower you in the love and affection you so deserved. He was by far the most advanced of his kind, an almost exact replica,— having all the same defining features as the original: snowy hair, bright blue eyes,— though slightly eerier than the original pair,— and that same cocky, lopsided smirk.

You’d started to branch out, seeing as your ‘boyfriend’ clearly had more important issues— he just wasn’t ready for a relationship,— you being the biggest victim of his inflated ego. Too proud to let you go, but too self conscious to properly stand by your side

So, you’d often talk to the other residents of the complex: Nanami— a spokesperson, and Shoko— the surgeon, have quickly become your newest buddies.

Doppel!Gojo knew you like the back of his charred, clawed hand— the only differentiating key feature,- a staple of all doppelgängers. Covering them with the gloves of Gojo’s milkman uniform was easy enough. He had spent ages observing from afar, admiring,- adoring,- practically drooling everytime you’d double take in an alleyway when you swore you heard a noise behind you. He could watch you for eternity, looking inside of your apartment through an open window, cock erect and unbelievably hard in the confines of those mortal pants.

Doppel!Gojo has been patient, and now that it’s finally his turn, the only thing on his mind is getting your perfect body spread on his bed, fully bare and naked for him to feast upon.

With the “strongest” dead, it would take practically nothing for the doppelgängers to break in and overrun the place,— but all he did was slaughter whatever doppelgänger crossed his path on his way to your room. Practically breaking the door down, you had no time to react before your boyfriend slammed you against the wall, mouth open in a small “o” as he began feasting.

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“S—Satoru.?” it’s been forever since your voice pitched like that, syllables squeaking from the overdose of pleasure between your thighs

“Mmm?” the snowy white of his head lifts up momentarily from your thighs, blue eyes blinking innocently. He hums, playing with the elastic of your panties, pulling and slapping them against your thigh, “s’mthing you need, baby?”

“I.. *hic*” sparks fly through your system as his warm tongue presses against the growing wet spot of your underwear, throwing your head back, “AH– .. *hic*. n-..no-”

He smiles, all teeth, and you can’t help but feel like prey the way he eyes you; hungry, – starving, even.

“Hmm.. if you say so,”

You gasp as he tears your panties off, the cold air slapping you. He licks his lips, an animalistic urge overtaking him as he dips down between your legs.

You're stuck wide eyed, only able to watch as his snowy head bobs up and down, tongue suddenly grazing your entrance.

“S-SATORU– .. G-GAhh.. ngha~.” You mewl, pleasure curling through your body as he curls his tongue, flicking it just in the opening, almost exactly where you need him, “c-CAReful, – Sato..- aa OOh~” he takes long, full strokes with his tongue, the muscle slipping right into your slick hole. He groans at the taste of you, sloppily twisting his tongue inside. You buck your hips, fucking his tongue into you, squealing at the way he slobbers. His lips grace your ass, practically making out with the lips of your soaked folds. You can’t even question how he’s still breathing, being suffocated between your thighs, – nor why his tongue is so inhumanly long, hitting deeper than what even any human cock should, – not when he fucks you with it so good.

Sharp blades pierce the meat of your legs, causing you to shriek, the pain immediately drowning in the immense waves of pleasure racking through your body. ‘Satoru’ grips you, spreading your plush ass further while his tongue digs absurdly deep inside you. Your insides are coated in his saliva, the warm, strong muscle of his tongue finally hitting your pelvis, – and you come hard.

He eagerly laps you up, drinking from you like you were the finest of wines.

“God.. you taste.. Heavenly”

You can only shake violently as his tongue retracts from your inside, done invading your organs. Thick, heavy sobs rack your entire body, thick coils of pure pleasure tighten, wanting more.

A predatory smile donning his features, ‘Satoru’ licks his chops like a dog eyeing a particularly tasty treat. Hastily ripping off his tie and peeling away his clothing, ‘Satoru’ eases your body onto the living room couch, spreading you out perfectly for him before lowering himself on top of you.

You grab his face, cupping his cheeks in your hands. He’s practically glowing, pale, milky skin soft underneath your fingers. His blue eyes bore deeply into yours, absolutely stealing what little breath you had left away.

You should ask what the hell that was, who fuck, – or rather, – what the fuck was he, and what’d he do to your cold-shouldered boyfriend.

But as you gaze into those sapphire windows, you can only whisper;

“Do you still love me..?” voice soft and thick with the tears choking your throat.

‘Satoru’ brings is blackened claw to your face, long, agile fingers wiping away your tears,

“Of course I do… I love you more than everything, – more than you could possibly imagine.” (not like he was wrong)

You smile softly, body too weak to lift itself up to kiss him.

He brings his lips to yours, and you kiss him back.

Looks Satoru enough. --

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milk. 🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛

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ebonyheartnet · 1 year

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Danny Phantom prompt w/ optional DC! :D

Corpse AU where Danny sheds every time he accidentally burns out a body.

As ghost king and ancient of balance, aka space, Danny’s being run ragged. The sheer amount of duplicates he has to pump out to hold the line as the GIW advance into the zone is nearly soul crushing. Black haired, blue eyed, washed out bodies are piling up like sand bags at this point. Danny can smell the char on them every time he gets close, and it makes his eyes water. He just uses them like rebar to make the ice walls even sturdier.

One day, Danny realizes that the bodies can recharge if left in the zone long enough.

One day, Danny realizes that he can command a thousand strong army of corpses armed with the basics, a lack of pain, and a protection obsession big enough to swaddle worlds.

Meanwhile, Batman watches an army of dead boys with Jason’s face swarm research facilities. He wishes he had time to be horrified, to save them all as he watches his son be murdered several times over, but he doesn’t. Something in his chest is screaming to help them, so he follows his gut.

#danny phantom #batman #jason todd #main character death #death #dp x dc #corpse au #batfam #angst

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trickstarbrave · 2 years

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big improvement i would put in the elder scrolls story wise if we rebuilt it would be an actual dragon cult faction. no you dont have to be able to join it (though i would like that and think it would be cool lol) but i feel it would make sense and add more to the setting.

currently the dragon cult is made up of just undead. draugar and dragon priests etc. people entombed since the merethic era waiting for their gods to come back. i think it would be better if real people just up and decided “fuck it. i hate everything going on right now. i hate the war, i hate the thalmor, i hate this empire now, and i hate the stormcloaks. let alduin come back. if he wants to rule the world or end it so be it this place sucks” and just decided to start the cult back up. or maybe its villagers in small settlements who give tribute to dragons in exchange for not being turned into charred corpses--the empire and stormcloaks sure as shit cant supply enough soldiers to keep them safe, and all they have to do is hail the dragons and give them some cattle to keep from being the next helgen.

because as it stands right now the dragons arent imposing or scary they just seem like big monsters that show up to destroy shit for no reason. everyone stands around after you killed one going “wow the dragonborn” and then goes on with their day. they dont even run and hide inside during a dragon attack consistently without a mod. dragons are just annoyances. i think it would be better to see the real effects of them. have them be basically a third faction like in the civil war, they start claiming cities after alduin brings them back. have to keep hushed about being dragonborn there. be able to talk to dragons in those settlements who have their own opinions about you being dragonborn and about alduin in there.

also i think the civil war should have been more important. have patrols along the roads. if you progress far enough they attack you on sight in enemy territory. taxes, screenings, etc. forts should be important strategic points and not just bandit dens. bridges could have been destroyed and rebuilt in the conflict and you can see evidence of it. have different ways you can go about doing it, like you can be a spy, an open fighter, an archer, etc etc. gives a lot of replay value if its not just picking which npcs you wanna install in cities and who you wanna take orders to but instead its own challenges and ways of accomplishing taking a city. each questline should also involve real issues each faction has, like how the empire cant spare more troops so they need to make due with what they have and stormcloaks having limited supplies so they have many soldiers to feed and not enough metal and food to arm and feed them.

basically everyone suggests redoing skyrim in the way of gutting the dragons and making the thalmor the big bad and stopping the civil war altogether or whatever. i think the bare bones is fine the biggest problem with skyrim is that Nothing Ever Happens. random encounters mean nothing. dragon attacks except for the tower and helgen Mean Nothing. dragons are just big monsters and bandits are just random enemies and you can only talk to like 3 dragons in the entire game and you dont even really get to understand dragon culture and morality. the civil war doesn’t feel like a war and everything is more filmsy than a disney park. giving some remote realism, branching options of things to go to accomplish the same things, and more depth would go along way to help the game not feel dead and shallow. because an RPG should have. role play in it. choices you make. those choices at least SEEMING like they actually matter when you think about it longer than 5 minutes

#skyrim #the elder scrolls #the elder scrolls skyrim

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hello-im-not-a-possum · 2 years

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William afton headcanon?

-Divorced single dad who took the kids from Britain to America without his ex wife knowing.

-He's gone to several prestigious universities and gotten degrees in engineering and science, he also has a clown college diploma.

-Doesn't get sick often but when he does, he's out for weeks.

-Was a man who wore many hats during the opening of the Fredbear diner; actor, janitor, night guard, chef, waiter... he and Henry basically were a two man team for a while.

-Wearing several of the said hats has made him more easily irritated by children.

-He's the best-worst guy to have as a manager; on one hand, he's the type of guy who takes pleasure in telling rude customers 'no' and not letting them have their way. On the other hand, even when he's pretending to be friendly there's always something off about him...

-While on the surface it looks like he has favorites between his children, the reality is that he's a shitty dad who loves his kids in equitable measures, but that love is twisted and fucks all three of them up.

-Has intentionally set off the springlocks in the Springbonnie suit while wearing it before. (A weighted blanket wasn't enough for him.)

-The final springlock incident wasn't a quick death, it actually took a few days for him to finally kick the bucket. He lived off of mold, rats, and rainwater while desperately fighting to stay alive.

-During the events of FNAF 3, he thinks more like a wild animal than a human being due to being in isolation for 30 years. A very volatile animal...

-Has been to hell twice; Once in FNAF world and the second time in Ultimate Custom Night. The former was worse for him than the latter.

-He's used to his former creations (biological and animatronic) trying to kill him so Hell 2 doesn't really phase him, he just thinks that it's boring.

-He's not alive or undead during Security Breach, it's all AI at that point. However, Vanny did find his charred corpse and tried to revive it.

-The reason why his corpse has teeth in security breach is because Vanny stole them from several other people and put them in his corpse mouth.

#william afton #springtrap #purple guy #five nights at freddys

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yeehawbvby · 8 months

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It's time to ramble about Lilith’s lore because I love my dark urge daughter with all my heart LET'S GO

(there are tons of BG3 spoilers ahead, and also TW for a looot of canon typical violence/vivid descriptions of it!! So pls be careful!!):

Afaik her past aligns pretty properly with the canon durge past in a lot of ways?? I think?

She was basically Orin except just. Much more Normal(tm) I guess? Was less giggly about her practices unlike Orin, and more - for lack of a better wording - aroused and enamored by it all.

They were besties nonetheless. Sisters in crime, Bhaal's favorite children, all that jazz. Or like, Lilith thought Orin was her bestie at least.

She 100% had a thing with Gortash. They were insufferably in love and absolutely deranged. Gortash was SO fucking into all her violent tendencies. They were going to rule Baldur's Gate together - not with her as his consort, but as true equals.

Now that her memory's basically gone after all that time, Lilith is repulsed by her urges. She's a sweetie and wants nothing to do with her desire to kill and cut and coat everything in her path in blood and guts

But obv she can't control that sometimes...

When she encounters Shadowheart she wants nothing more than to punch through the glass capsule the cleric was trapped in and expose her innards with the broken pieces

When she meets Lae'zel she daydreams of chopping her up, limb by limb, and tossing her off of the ship to be fed to the dragons

Upon meeting Astarion, with his knife to her throat, she's fully enamored by the prospect of him using it to slit her open. Similarly, she daydreams of doing the same to him, drinking in how beautiful his corpse looks as it bleeds all over her

Gale... she couldn't control herself lol his hand got chewed off SO fast by those little tiefling fangs of hers. RIP Gale

With Wyll, she wanted to take his own blade to his good eye to give the fake one a little friend

She, knowing full well that touching Karlach upon their first meeting could have burned her alive, relished in the idea of taking that chance. Feeling her skin char as she ripped her fellow hellspawn's horns from her skull to skewer the mechanical heart in her chest

She was terrified of herself already, imagine the horrors when she mangled poor Alfira WHEW!! RIP Alfira my beloved..

Canon typical Astarion romance ensues over time: She eventually opens up to him about everything before the incident where she's ordered to kill him by that little red goblin butler bastard though.

In turn, the vampire is more inclined to open up about his past to her. Eye for an eye or whatever. Except it's willing - she ensures him he doesn't need to share so much with her, in fact she has no idea why she shared so much with him other than out of sheer desperation for someone to confide in

Fast forward to the Ketheric/Myrkul battle: She knows Gortash. Doesn't know how, but she recognizes him, and something about him makes her heart flutter

She wants to throw up

Especially so when her bestie Karlach seethes at the mere sight of him

Who is he?

Likewise, she recognizes Orin, somehow. She feels comfort, even as the deranged bhaalspawn laughs in the face of Ketheric beneath her blade.

Fast forward again to when the party makes it into Baldur's Gate.

At this point, it's small.

She, in a sleepy stupor, watched blissfully as Shadowheart had killed Lae’zel during their dispute over the Artefact.

When she went to the temple of Shar, she unthinkingly didn't think to include Shadowheart in it, so driven by her yearn to get the fuck out of there. So Shart obviously left because wtf that was a dick move, Lilith!!!

Gale was never around to begin with.

Jaheira and Halsin were off completing their own business, with intentions to join their endeavors in a tenday or so.

She know's there's strength in numbers, but now she fears the day Jaheira and Halsin and whoever else joins the crew. How does she know she'll keep them safe? Will she keep them safe? What if she herself is their demise (re: Alfira my beloved!!!)?

Imagine how that fear grows as she steps foot into Gortash's coronation, only to have all her memories with him come flooding back, as he introduces her so highly to the room of people as what one could only assume is a lover.

She remembers their lust-filled nights, dirtying the Lord's bedsheets with the blood of their enemies.

The days where they collaborated side-by-side on their next move both for Bhaal and The Absolute

The days where they... acted normal. Went on nice dates to the park, or had a lavish feast with nobody but each other as company

The day where Gortash asked Lilith to be at his side forever, and she wholeheartedly welcomed it

(Based on the lack of a ring, she can only hope she didn't actually tie the knot yet by the time she got flavorblasted into becoming The Bonemother or whatever the fuck Kressa said she was)

That's all I've got for now because as usual the lore is driven heavily by romance ckemviekbkn sorry

I HOPE U ENJOYED IF U READ THIS FARRRRRR :3c

Edit: have decided based off her interactions with Alfira (before she brutally destroyed Alfira) that her hobby (other than killing apparently) is being an amateur bard (she has high performance so she always keeps Alfira’s lute around) (I am still mourning alfira)

#this is a conglomeration of my own headcanons and various durge fics i've read #idk how much is canon accurate and how much is made up because i haven't finished a dark urge playthrough yet #only just fought ketheric and myrkul last night #but HOH BOY if i'm not invested in this!!!!!!#oc Lilith #shut up crisa #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #baldurs gate iii #baldur’s gate iii #bg3 spoilers #tw violence #tw character death #tw described gore #tw canon typical violence

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danstupidaushit · 1 year

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Fellhorror Danmaged

Ok so, the idea for this take on Fellhorror while at the same time that it was simple, was at least somewhat different from the canon horrortale.

The concept behind it was that basically, something in the core made the machine begin to malfunction, but not because it was running out of power, but it was in fact starting to show dangerous levels of unbalanced magic being expelled into the air, which was worrying, and the backstory would follow up on Alphys attempting to fix the continuous problems the core would show while also relying on the help of Sans to help out on the work, judging he had some good knowledge over how it worked. But, that is where the shit would hit the fan, as in a day where Undyne had come to see the work that was being done in the core, judging she was nominated as the queen and all, having already grown impatient at how neither Alphys or Sans had managed to do much progress on fixing the machine, she would end up causing a massive mistake to happen. You see, by that point, both Alphys and Sans had already been exposed to massive amounts of magic, and that was already doing a number on them both, with Alphys continuously growing sicker as the time went by, while sans despite looking normal physically, was growing more anxious and loud, which wasn't the norm of him. With that, the visit of Undyne would break out on the three fighting between each other, as Undyne demands to know what the hell is actually happening with the core, while Alphys would continue to try and ease things up so Undyne won't know the truth, with sans in the back getting more and more nervous like if he was trying to control something. Until soon, Sans would begin to shout at them both, trembling as he felt an intense pain in his head, with Alphys trying to come closer to him in an attempt at helping him, only to get jumped by him as Sans revealed to having his eyeholes, his nosehole and his mouth leaking out fire, as all he could scream was "IT BURNS!! MAKE IT STOP!!", with Alphys not being able to do anything to stop Sans inevitably burned her alive, all in front of Undyne's eyes before Sans ran away from the place, leaving a traumatized Undyne and a charred semi-alive corpse of Alphys.

That's how the story starts, with that on, the core continued to let out dangerous amounts of Magic, but also doing it in an unbalanced manner, so certain areas were poisoned with magic, while others were left almost devoid with it, keeping the monsters who were living in either of those places suffering.

Now, onto a brief explanation of the characters

Avery: Is one of the bullies from the original Horrortale that pushed Aliza into the hole, here ended up getting betrayed by her own friends and pushed into the hole herself. Is a huge asshole, deserves to be punished in the hellhole that is the fellhorror's underground.

Flowey: Dead lol, Avery kills him before he's even able to say anything to them

Toriel: Lives in one of the "deadzones", aka the zones with almost no magic at all, and is suffering from a process similar to the one in deltarune where darkners turn into stone when they aren't in a dark world fitting for them. So here, she's slowly turning into stone due to having almost no magic to sustain her body at all.

Sans: Having escaped from the core, now lives a struggling life in snowdin, one of the "safezones", having to control his emotions in order to not activate his dangerous magic. His eye basically turned into a firebomb after being exposed to so much magic, being able to ignite a flame inside sans head when he feels strong emotions. The flame despite being created by his own body, can hurt to insane degrees, and is the reason for why sans has a hole in his head, having it due to the fire bursting out from the top of his head once.

Papyrus: Was a heavy worker for the royal guard, but after having to endure years of extreme heavy work, his bones ended up getting crooked, deeming him incapable of continuing, as he would be given a medal for his work and then forced to "retire", tho he's still active as a puzzle maker, despite having his body practically falling a part at all times.

Alphys: Despite the odds, she was still alive after getting burned alive by Sans, but is now permanently disabled, having her entire body covered in 3rd degree burns, now having to live in a bed while being treated by Mettaton.

Mettaton: Had to self rebuild himself in order to not need energy from the core anymore, but now has to always rely on gasoline refuels to keep himself working, or else he'll deactivate, and basically die

Some fun facts about the au: The sans and papyrus designs are based on the designs Sour Apple Studios (creator of horrortale) used in her underfell animation When Puns Fail, all the rest have their designs based on how i think sour would draw the other underfell chars.

Previously there was an idea about papyrus having to steal bones from the human bodies he collects to replace his, but that'd be a bit too far fetched so, eh

Different from Aliza, Avery isn't going to become more brave or anything, but rather grow more fearful for their life as the story goes on. Cos while Aliza has to overcome her fears to keep herself alive, Avery has to let go off her pride and over confidence to not get themselves killed

#fellhorror

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moondal514 · 16 days

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All of His Sorrow Won’t Fit in His Chest?? O:

WIP Game

Thanks for the ask <3

So this is a WIP that until recently I was calling the WenZhou Hadestown au but now it has a title! Perhaps I’ll manage to actually post it this year 😂. It’s primarily based on SHL canon cuz that was the only canon I knew at the time I started writing it, but I’ve since then read both Qi Ye and TYK so I think it’s now a weird franken-canon.

It’s not really a Hadestown au but I call it that because I got inspired to write it after I saw my 2nd performance of Hadestown. That and I’ve been listening to the Hadestown soundtrack as I write it. “All of his sorrow won’t fit in his chest” is a lyric from the song How Long (yes that’s the one where the earth gets compared to a rotisserie chicken 😂).

The basic gist of the au is Qin Huaizhang takes Wen Kexing and his parents back with him to Four Seasons Manor, so Wen Kexing (Wen Yan at this point) and Zhou Zishu grow up and train together. Like in canon, Qin Huaizhang dies and 16 year old Zhou Zishu takes over as sect leader. Also like canon, he moves Four Seasons Pavilion Sect to the capital to support Helian Yi and form Tian Chuang. However for Reasons™️ (I won’t say here cuz that’s a spoiler for the fic), Wen Yan is not able to make the move with the rest of the sect, so Zhou Zishu leaves him and his parents behind at Four Seasons Manor. The plan is for them to join the rest of the sect at the capital later.

…That doesn’t happen. Four Seasons Manor is attacked and burned down. By the time Zhou Zishu gets news of this and rushes there, all he finds are the dead bodies of Wen Yan’s parents. Wen Yan himself is missing and presumed dead.

And that’s the beginning.

Here’s a snippet:

The cold violence of falling snow brought with it the sharp scent of winter, a smooth white sheet interrupted by a figure sprinting through the snow. Zhou Zishu’s feet sunk into the ground as he dashed to the stables, a letter clutched in his fist. Ice bit at his cheeks but he could hardly feel anything but the loud percussion of his heartbeat.

He rounded into the stables, mounted a horse, and took off into the night, dread he had no time to examine building in the pit of his stomach. He rode fast and hard, uncaring of the exhaustion of his horse, his tight grip on the reins a wordless plea.

He reached the town at daybreak.

It was razed to the ground, nothing but ash and broken wooden slats. He rode through the ruins, heart hammering with every burnt corpse and trampled piece of fabric he saw. The smell of blood and rot was thick, perfuming the air in a horrible mist. He urged his horse to ride faster, heading up the mountain into the familiar trees he had known since his childhood.

Please.

He followed the path up the mountain, his horse reaching the limits of its exhaustion. He forced it onwards with a kick. The trees whose fragrance once brought the comforting scent of home were framed with the scent of smoke. The thousands of peach blossoms that famously bloomed year-round bore an obstructive gloom.

Please!

Reaching the edge of the trees, he slid off his horse. He sprinted forward, propelling himself up and over the gates of the manor.

Devastation greeted him. The charred remains of a once majestic plum tree. Orange osmanthus trampled into dust. Sand and rocks scattered among ashes. Creeping ivy wilted and rotten.

And there in the center of the courtyard: two corpses piled on top of each other, skewered down the middle of their backs by a spear.

Too Late.

Zhou Zishu collapsed to his knees.

The Sacred Hand was dead. Gu-daifu was dead.

If both of them were dead, if their corpses were here, abandoned, then where was—

“Wen Yan!” he shouted.

He rose to his feet and sprinted through the ruins of what once housed his beloved sect. His shifu’s pride and joy wrought to its destroyed foundations.

“Wen Yan!” he shouted again. His fear grew with the silence that greeted him. “Wen Yan!”

The sound of his calls echoed and warped into mournful desperation, a solitary bird song seeking a response that would never come. He shouted again and again, but the answering cry of a voice he hoped for never came.

He was there alone on the devastated grounds of Four Seasons Manor, alone at the scene of the destruction he had most feared come to fruition, that he had left the jianghu to prevent.

He had failed.

Too late, the wind whispered. Much too late.

#ask tag #moonie writes #snickerdoodlles #tyk #fic wip

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silvershewolf247 · 1 year

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Some details on ChuckyPrime in Not Out Of The Woods

Dr. Mixter basically fished the head out of a well off Andy's property and slammed it onto the charred corpse body of Season 1 Chucky she dug out of the remains of the house before bringing him back to life

He is, quite frankly a mess

He's alright the first few months, but he eventually starts falling apart

After a year he is essentially cabin bound because his body has gotten to the point where a stiff wind could take him down

Fortunately, he is connected to every Chucky and spends a lot of his time in their bodies.

He's not exactly taking over, but he experiences what they do as if he were

Unfortunately it also means he has a lot of memories to keep straight and he loses track of some of them

Once Glen starts repairing him, he plays doll just to come alive in their arms and scare the crap out of them

#Chapter 2 Au: Not Out Of The Woods

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spookyheaad · 3 years

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Have some Death art!! (Trigger warning: blood)

Next chapter of the Tesoro Stella fic is actually nearing completion!!!! I’m finishing it up & then I’m gonna do some tweaking! Also @goldenshowman I got SO MUCH MORE TESORO IN SUSPENDERS CONTENT PLANNED. I’ve been cursed by laying eyes on Tesoro in his suspenders & now I only crave more.

I was thinking on the subject of fanfiction & got reminded of my old Darksiders fic called “Decay”, it’s basically a whole angst fest with Death & him dealing with the traumas of his past & then -

-Y’know-

-Casually gets punished & tortured by the Charred Council for going off somewhere without orders. So they take away his near invulnerability & coerce War into beating him within inches of his life.

I made the fic in high school so there’s mistakes everywhere in it lmao. If anyone fancies a read, go for it:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25216774/chapters/61121785

But I have some old art of Death just, being brutalized, because I used to vent a lot through Death. That honor now goes to Tesoro tho; decided to give Death a break 😂

This is going to be very controversial but - ok - Death bleeds. He bleeds I swear; they gave him the blood effect when he gets hit in Darksiders 2, so I’ll take it as canon. Just because he’s nearly invincible & looks like a corpse don’t mean he can’t bleed.

Anyway, I have a ton of old doodles like this where I pictured Death either suffering as he did during the Nephilim Genocide, or the guilt just eating away at him.

It was such a small thing but that scene in Darksiders 2 where we see Death’s silhouette on Eden as he is killing his brethren, the amulet collecting their souls around his neck, and we see him with arrows in his back. I don’t know why but that just stuck with me.

This image:

There’s no doubt so much pain and conflict in his mind at that point in time.

[[Off topic, but for some context for my mutuals who don’t follow Darksiders, Death doesn’t have a canon face design so all of us just make up our own. We thirst.]]

Pretty sure I don’t even have this file anymore; I actually swiped it from my Instagram. I had an excerpt from the “Decay” fanfiction underneath it that I still really like. Even tho that fic is so old, it had its moments (TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF BLOOD AND GORE):

War spoke in a grave tone. “I know my limits, and I would never kill you, but I will use the pain I bring to teach you a lesson in humility.”

War bent over and hoisted Death up by his neck. His boots dangled above the ground, and he writhed in pain beneath his youngest sibling’s strong hold. His weak hands found their grip on War’s arm, as Death tried to catch air in his throat.

He raised Chaoseater, “It’s a most valuable lesson, so remember well.”

War thrust his weapon through Death’s abdomen; he shrieked violently, his muscles tensed up and he grit his teeth as fresh blood seeped out of his mouth. Death continued to scream until he could no longer. He felt his bones rest upon the portion of the massive sword that was left inside his mortal wound, between slabs of flesh and injured organs. War had let go of his throat and let the blade keep him hoisted in the air for a few moments. He watched his brother cry out upon the blade; it unsettled him to see the most feared of The Four, become the weakest in this moment.

He lowered Chaoseater so Death’s legs could now support his body as best they could, then, gripping the hilt of the blade, War pulled back swiftly. Chaoseater freed itself from the Pale Rider’s abdomen with the sickening sound of tearing flesh.

Death’s existence has never really been a happy one.

I think to end off this mini art dump, here’s another picture I swiped from my Instagram of Death & Zemira sharing some kisses ☺️

The caption I had for this pic still tugs at my heart:

“I never felt true warmth, until her.”

#I like the idea of death having a slightly lower body temp than others since he is the embodiment of the grim reaper #he’d be a great cuddle buddy in hot weather #Zemira gets to warm him up I’m so jealous lmaooo #Death is so huggable you guys have no idea #Daily reminder to play the Darksiders games #I have so much art of Death & Zemira being all touchy and loving on one another and my heart just - explodes #cant get over how hot the grim reaper is 😔#darksiders #darksiders 2 #art #fanart #fanfiction #darksiders death

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icecreamsundayonajulyafternoon · 3 years

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A/N: this is also on my ao3: homoeroticmicrowave as a part of my resident evil oneshots (I take requests) For context the reader is a part of Chris’s team and Jill is also there for the mission. Jill and the reader and Chris and the reader are platonic but you can interpret their relationships however you wish. As for the plot of this to sum it up Donna and you basically decided you loved each other and went through a whole little mission that I couldn’t be bothered to write in order to try to escape from everything that wanted to harm you both only to end up dying. I swear I’ll write happier things that aren’t angsty soon.

You lay there with Donna, shot in the snow blood easing the cold that had been so bitter to you. Donna gasped through breathless chuckles as she held your hand. Red bubbles around your teeth as you grinned shamelessly. You have her hand a little squeeze letting her know you were doing this together.

You got out. Maybe you didn’t make it far but you still got to see what it was like there together. You didn’t exchange any magnificent words worth writing in history books nor did you accomplish anything noble and noteworthy but you carved your admittedly short life together in a place that demanded you die in anger and fear without a trace of love.

You had felt remorse for all of the years you could have spent together but it wasn’t worth thinking of when you were so short on time. You would both smile as you went for you were finally together and that in itself was an accomplishment you could be proud of.

Your team surely cursed you for leaving them for a woman who you were supposed to despise and take down. But you did your job didn’t you really, she was down and so were you and while you wished that this segment of the mission had been a failure you didn’t want to soil the moment where you got to hold your hand and watch a sky that finally seemed peaceful.

You felt comfort in knowing your lover was with you as you went.

Your head turned towards her.

You should be scared.

Your visions fading.

You smiled.

‘Beautiful.’

Jill found your body and she screamed in pure rage. She was so hopelessly furious. She was angry at you for being so careless and stupid as to betray people you had known and cared for all for some woman who ultimately got you killed. Angry at the woman who you had chosen over everything and everyone else. Angry at the woman who you had abandoned the world for because she had let you. Angry because she hadn’t been able to save you. Angry at the world around her for allowing this to happen. Angry because she had left you alone in the mission and now she had lost you forever. Angry as you had left her to live.

When Chris made it back without Ethan he felt so rough as he had to tell Mia that her husband wasn’t coming back. All he wanted to do was kick off his shoes and clothes and flop onto his bed. He took a seat next to Jill who’s face held a certain melancholia that he thought his own might reflect. He asked her if she was okay but she didn’t utter a word in response. His eyes wondered round his squad but he couldn’t find your face.

Chris looked at Jill in confusion as he asked where you up were. Jill couldn’t answer him. She couldn’t handle answering him. She hadn’t even processed yet alone accepted what had happened. She didn’t want to give him an answer. She didn’t want to accept that it was true. ”Jill, where are they” a cruel thought that she must have just not heard him teased his mind.

Jill grit her teeth and tried to focus on anything but Chris. Tried to block him out of her vision. Tried to tune his voice out with aimless thoughts. But he was still there and he wasn’t going away. She had to respond. She didn’t have a choice. “They’re not coming” her words seemed vague in the part of Chris’s mind that feigned a lack of recognition as to what her words meant. He denied the obvious meaning that flared and burned his buried happiness that he had managed to scavenge despite so many tragedies until it was charred.

Jill’s eyes were wide with an intensity she hadn’t shown in so long as words that didn’t fit her spilled from her mouth “They’re dead Chris I found their body they’re dead it’s in a bag over there if you really want to see it so badly”

Chris stared blankly at Jill an immediate drop in his facial expression as he turned his head away from her. He didn’t want to listen to her. He wanted to get mad. He wanted to argue. But he was tired. He was so, so tired and he didn’t want to be tired anymore.

When given opportunity to he doused himself in alcohol, smearing it all through his liver until he was sure he would pass out or die. He wouldn’t die though. He never did.

He never visited your grave. Never payed any real respects to you. Never brought any flowers or conversed with any of his fellow grieving. Never spoke of you to anyone. He simply went on as if you had never existed. You haunted him nonetheless. When he was so close to sleep but not quite there his thoughts twisted and bent so that you could reach them. Your face convulsing into a sick scream as he preached his sorrow and repented for how he hadn’t been able to get to you. You danced with all of his other ghosts that paraded in his misfortune and woes. Your face now a picture of horror to him. Your very name brought an unspeakable agony.

He was never a crier and he didn’t cry for your death and he went on for a week without a single tear and he had no intention of spilling any.

And then his fucking pen ran out.

He had been writing out paperwork by hand because the internet crashed and he couldn’t wait for it to be fixed as he needed to get through it all quickly with an efficiency that he had been expected to achieve. But then his pen ran out midway through writing it and he should have just got up and grabbed a new one but he didn’t think and he started pressing harder and scribbling but no ink came out it just left indents in the paper and in a moment of unfiltered frustration he slashed his paper with the pen and then the fucking ink came out and now his work was ruined because he was an idiot and why did he even do that.

Then he was crying. He was curled up like a toddler on the floor crying over a fucking pen in a red, burning frustration and misery. Then did he really start mourning you. Your name now blasting across his mind as he thought of what your corpse must have looked like. How your pretty face must be ruined with rot. How he hadn’t even thought of you during the mission and had just assumed you were okay. How he had been so cold as to not even turn up to your grave at any point besides the funeral that work had required him to go to. It was always about work with him. Did he even have a personality outside of that? Was he even a person outside of that? All he was was his work and he couldn’t even do that right. He couldn’t even keep his squad alive. He truly was a waste of a person. He couldn’t keep anyone alive but himself and he wasn’t sure he wanted to even do that.

He slammed his hand down on his tiled floor and he screamed a momentous scream. He hated himself so much. He hated being alive so much. He hated everyone dying on him so much. He cradled himself as the tears just kept coming and coming and if anyone saw him like this they’d think he was a complete pussy and if not it would only be because they’d be mesmerised by the fact that he was actually capable of experiencing emotion.

He was so overcome by his deep and endless grief that he fell asleep right there on his cold floor. Nobody was left to love him. Nobody was left but him.

He dreamed of happier times with happier people and a happier him. He wanted to stay in that fantasy forever even if it was all make believe and childish. He wanted to be childish for once. Hell he wanted to be a child again. He wanted to be able to be vulnerable again and feel unconditionally loved again. He wanted to be able to take that love for granted. He wanted to be able to be young again and do stupid things that kids do. He wanted to wake up and start over with no memories of the future and brush his reality off as a silly little nightmare that could be kissed away.

He didn’t want to be hurt anymore.

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If the ROTT and COI ROs were gods, what would they be the gods of? Also, would they have any funky powers/a funky appearance as a god? Excluding the ROs that are already gods 😅

Hmm okay! Excluding Ettia and Gwyn for obvious reasons. This took a while because I just wasn't sure what some would be -- I was clearly grasping at straws for some of them lmao

Nome of this makes sense :)

RotT

Ardwen: God of Revelry. He'd be the god that most often comes down to the physical plane and wreaks havoc on the populace. He'd have the most children running around and would probably have been a lover of Ren at some point. One of his powers might include mind manipulation--not outright mind control.

He probably wouldn't be much different to be honest, he's a vain ass who would think high elves are the most attractive race. He'd obviously wear more jewellery, probably have a few magical tattoos, but not much else would change.

Arke: If Pyrrha were willing to give up her late husband's role, Arke would be the the God of Vengeance and the Patron God of Farmers. Born from the Ashes of his Sibling's betrayal, he'd probably at some point end up being locked away or banished into a human shell because he wouldn't be able to get over one thing one God did millennia ago, even if that thing may have damaged him irreparably.

Appearance wise, his burn scars would change from mottled skin to charred wood and ash, crumbling away, deforming, before reforming all over again. Each moment would be painful, though whether that's the physical pain or emotional is anyone's guess. He'd probably have a sword fused into one of his burnt hands, glowing golden eyes set aflame by his thirst for revenge. He'd also probably be the brother of Golding or something. The very, very, incredibly estranged brother. Basically he’d look like a sleep paralysis demon.

Bex:I... genuinely can’t come up with something for him. Like. I tried. But I’m coming up with nothing. In no universe is he a God, he’s just too nice :) He WOULD in this universe, however, be Godkin. Nox would HATE it.

Cal: The Gods' Knight. She never leaves the astral plane except in the unlikely case of the Gods going to war on another. No, she remaims where she is needed; ever the loyal warrior to fight the enemies of her peers.

Is probably just a straight up suit of armour. Perhaps rusty, most definitely banged up, is there a person under there? Who knows.

Druvel: God of Chaos. While not an evil god, he is an unpredictable one, and thus this leads to mistrust. He doesn't really have much of a job other than sowing chaos, however he may go about it.

He'd look the same because he'd want to stand out but in like a normal way. Boring imo.

Emil: God of Birthright and Riches. Probably the son of Golding -- which would make Arke his uncle in this theoretical universe lmao -- he is a selfish God, one who believes he deserves the world and, genuinely, few actually like him. That being said, his name is often brought forth by lost heirs, illegitimate children, and families who’ve lost their riches, when in situations where they are making claims to fortunes or placements they otherwise might not be able to prove.

They say he bleeds and cries gold, a crown of only the most expensive of jewels fused perpetually to his head, melted into his flesh like a tower of horns or thorns jutting from his head. Like his father he has the power of flame, unlike his father, he is not humble. His skin, a white marble, is laced with rivers of gold folded through, and even just the end of his pinky finger is said to be worth a lifetime of riches.

Herron: God of Medicine. Some say he is a mad God who denies the very nature of the world around him, that he experiments on his flock for little more than his own satisfaction. Others, however, say he is a savior. The truth, we'll never know. Probably the brother of Adeliah.

He'd look like a rotting corpse, flesh and skin torn from his bones and yet he still walks. Half man half corpse like he is, he'd always seem to have the right remedy for any ailment. He'd leave a trail of blood in his wake.

Keller: Herald of Peace and Child of Dragons. This would probably make her Lysandr's child but the dragon connection was too good to pass up. She'd probably be, like, estranged from him however. She'd show up at the end of wars to signal the end of it; some consider her a good omen, others believe her to truly just be a herald of mass bloodshed.

She'd straight up just be a dragon. Big, big, dragon :)

Korrin: They'd be the God of Chance. Any game of luck, any 50/50 bet, any risk someone takes, and any situation that could go one way or another would be decided ahead of time by them. If we're being fancy Micah would probably work with them either as a mouthpiece or some kind of priest. Korrin would probably have close ties to Wykk either way.

Appearance-wise, they'd probably be similar to how they are now, though they'd wear more gold makeup, their fangs would be extended, their ears would be gold-tipped, and they'd have a tail.

Lokeira: Master of Shadow, Child of Wykk and Lysandr, and patron of Assassins. Much to the chagrin of Lysandr, Lokeira is a wayward child who doubtlessly ran away at first opportunity and has been moonlighting as a mere mortal ever since. Much to the amusement of Wykk, he hasn't been very good at it. He's somehow amassed a following of people very sure that he is in fact a God or at least Godkin, much to the bemusement of the child himself.

He'd have two forms, the normal every day Lokeira with perhaps a few more scars and even more of an attitude, and a tiny lil griffon because owl + dragon = griffon? Idk i just wanted someone to be a griffon :)

Necrolym: God of Dreams. It is said those who dedicate their lives to this God are given everything they’ve ever dreamed of, though perhaps more literally he is who crafts the dreaming visuals of those who slumber. From mortal to immortal, human to canine companion, it is he who creates the world we see when we sleep.

Physically it is as if he barely has a form at all, appearing more as a ghost than a real person. No, half his body is simply smoke, the other not even close to being there, and to see a figure within the smoke is said to see more than anyone else in the world has seen.

Nox: Herald of War. Some say to see her is a sign that war will soon break out. More likely is that she comes down from the heavens because Xactha and Hadaria are once again at it like cats and dogs. She just revels in the bloodshed.

She'd straight up just be her but on a horse too big for her. She'd hate it but she does have a thing for traditon; the god before her used that horse and at this point she isn't entirely sure it isn't a god itself and she isn't willing to risk the wrath of an angry god horse to find out.

Qora: Vanguard of the Forest. Similar to Pyrrha, seeing as she's her mother, though perhaps takes after Pyrrha's more wild sisters than her. Some say she was born a wild cat and stalks the forests, protecting the inhabitants from trespassers and hunters. She trusts naught but the secluded group of priests that dedicate their lives to her. In the forest, if you are one of the few she lets live after catching sight of her, it is said you are blessed by her protection for life.

She probably takes on two forms, that of a wildcat cub, said to draw hapless travelers into a false sense of security, and that of a ferocious, cat-like beast unlike any have seen before. In this form her grey fur is matted with the blood of those she's slain and consumed, vines wrapped around her lower limbs and digging into her flesh. If she has a more mortal form? Only her Mother knows.

Severa: Patron of Soldiers. Often worshipped before the eve of battle or warfare, it is said she protects all soldiers who are fearless in battle, and gives them a worthy like, and an even worthier death. She and Nox work together but they don't get along very well.

Knowing her she'd show up with a flaming sword because of course she would, it's cool. No she doesn't care if its unnecessary she's a god the laws of what is strictly appropriate don't appy to her.

Spotter: Keeper of Flame. Some say this lesser God is a creature who knows no remourse, and that they unseat Kings, Queens, and Rulers for the sake of it. Those that know them know they mean well, just that they often don't look favourably upon the rulers of the nations who claim o protect them. Which... fair enough.

Like their father, Golding, they are a being of fire, a being of fury and warmth in equal measure, and being that will hurt you just as much as they will protect you. They don't mean to, but sometimes they must.

CoI

Allard: A nameless God; A Forgotten God. This is a sorry creature, a poor creature, someone who may once have had a spark of goodness but has since abandoned such a thing. It is unneeded for what they plan. Or maybe they just need a snickers or something idk.

They'd take the form of a fox-like wraith of a creature. Horribly thin and emaciated from spendong so long locked away from others. Oh, they're charming, the creature would coax you near with promises of power, or riches, or whatever you desire, but do not trust them for they mean you harm. If they do not use you, you will end up with your throat bitten out.

Carol: God of Order. The opposite of chaos. Together, order and chaos must maintain a balance, ensuring nothing is out of whack. Mortals are inherently chaotic, nature is inherently orderly too much of one or the other and the world falls to ruin. Somehow, however, she is more liked than chaos.

Knowing her she'd look the same because she's too tired to do anything else.

Lowrie: They'd be a priest of Carol because they worship her daily :)

Mordred: A False God. Some heralded him as a saviour, he knew he was anything but. Wasn't going to stop him from reaping the benefits, however.

Werewolf god.

Ridley: A scientist is a type of god, are they not? Well, at least in the CoI universe.

Harley: They'd serve a god but I can't imagine them being a god. If they were a god they'd moonlight as a bartender and conveniently 'forget' about the fact that they have a very real important job until someone comes and grabs them.

Doc: God of Law and Lesser God of Medicine, most specifically of practical medicine involving no magic because magic is for losers. 😔 There is little use for her first job nowadays, most make their own law instead of calling upon her to judge--probably wise considering she was known for judging everyone, not just those intended to be judged.

She'd just not exist in a physical form. Bodies are useless and get sick. Also they're gross. Oh? You have a ghost healing you? Tough luck.

Arthur: God of Beasts. Or so they call him. He is an old god, perhaps one of the oldest. Perhaps that is what makes him the most frightening, especially to young godhood seeking mortals who know not what they dabble in.

Werewolf god but an actual god this time. Very scarred, a lot of matted hair, very old looking because he feels like an old man constantly

Adrastea: God of Shackles, The one who decides is best cast out, and who is best kept close. No one trusts that smarmy smile or their silken words. No one trusts the golded cages they put their marks in. Oh, but they go willingly into their claws.

To call them a spider is perhaps unkind. No, they are a scorpion.

Deimos: Hunter of Mortals. Not strictly a god but an immortal all the same. He is under the iron fist of Adrastea, acts as their hunter and their knight, but not only for them. No, for all who hold the key to his collar.

He's a boar with a missing tusk replaced by silver, a collar embedded into his neck painfully.

Saga: God of Fertility and Rebirth. They are the one hope in the world, they who may just save it. Or end it.

They'd look like an angel but like the ones with all the eyes not the pretty men. :)

Dagda: A Shackled God; A Nameless Servant God. They, like Deimos, are under a spell. Nothing can save them.

They look pathetically human. So, so, weak and flimsy, like a fly caught in a web.

Perci: Even if she could be a God she simply would not be.

#rott game #coi game #ros #if i had a nickle for every time i got this ask i'd have two nickles #which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice #none of this kakes sense but shhh

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typhoon-lab-rat · 3 years

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As is fair exchange, I feel like I should make my own current Wick headcannon page for @plummyplums (holy crap they did accidentally delete their old blog)

In general

All died around the same time frame

They get more decayed depending on how pissed they are (no way out appearances anyone?)

Mary and John were highly abusive, there was nothing supernatural, But the priest didn't help. Mary was killed by the Ghost Tom immediately after she buried Caleb alive, but he left the body in the charred house so no one knew.

Every ghost is part of the Tom Protection Squad™️

The order of the shelf items were the order they died.

Twin general

Both had autism, Tim is higher functioning than Tom

Both were 10

Both died on the same night.

Their father kicked them out into the woods when they were 8 for a year. After he died their mom finally let them back inside, but was still neglectful of them

Due to how cold the woods got at night, the two got in the habit of cuddling each other in order to stay warm, it was purely platonic, don't worry.

This carried to inside because their mom never got them any blankets (though Caleb gave them several of his)

Lillian and Caleb thought it was fucked up how their parents treated the two and did everything they could to help

Tim

Died in the house fire, attempting to keep the already dead corpse of Tom company.

Stims usually include whittling and basically any woodwork.

Can and will stab a man for his brother.

Was the younger twin, but always threated people by saying he was the older twin.

The first one who took a liking to Sam, whenever they found something, he'd be the one to take it back to the shed.

Is surprisingly the less violent twin, but not by much.

Mom fully convinced him that he was a demon, believes that he never died in the fire, just managed to fall asleep in the flames

His face is coved in bandages under the mask due to it being heavily burned.

Tom

Died from polio before the fire started in his twin's arms.

The rattle is a big comfort object. The only person allowed to handle it is Tim. Sam's position on the matter is... questionable at best.

Nonverbal to the point that's he's practically mute.

When Sam's They/It ass came along, Tom was full on estatic that there weren't limitations on pronouns. He decided that he was one of those He/They's we keep hearing about

He was terrified that his mom was right about him being a demon. The first thing he did when he woke up after dying was jump of the bridge because, 'oh shit I am a demon', which did nothing but break more bones.

Tim quickly assured them that he was the only demon of the family, not Tom

The leg brace helps him walk better than not.

The more violent twin. You're human? You look at him? You hurt Tim? You fucking die, no questions asked.

Really likes being carried. Sam is the only one tall enough to do this, though Benny and Tim have both tried.

Caleb

Died by being buried alive by his mother, thinking that he had died in the fire.

Full on feral.

Seriously, he can't even talk that well, if he even can.

Doesn't even know the concept of gender, only hunt.

Has killed 3 moose and will kill another.

When he's not digging he's either killing something, chasing something on all fours, or chilling with Sam.

Oh yeah, Sam's his favorite person. You can tell from the fact that he not only uses them as a pillow, but they can hold him without their wrists being depleted.

He still chews on their legs

Was the one behind the camp being 'vacated'. He literally ate everyone there and fell asleep just as morning hit.

When he was alive he has ADHD, but was hella good at masking because his twin brother's got treated awfully for acting like your average autistic child.

His stims were running around, chewing on things, and crocheting.

No one questioned the fact that he liked to crochet, as it was productive and really good. He usually just did blankets but occasionally made clothes and toys for Lillian

Due to the fact he made so many blankets his bed was just a mound of blanket and they were often gifted to the rest of the family, especially the twins.

Had anorexia. Rarely ate, and mostly gave the food to the twins (out of both concern and I'm not eating this)

This is part of the reason that, in death, he will eat anything that he can get his hands on

Was bone thin when Benny got him and Lillian out of the fire and he had suffered several nasty burns, that's how his mom thought he died.

Lillian

Died by dropping her plush in the well and going after it

Loves bunnies so much

Tried her best to help her twin brothers, which mainly included sneaking food out to them

Really scared of her father, even though he died when she was 4.

Thought that Tom fell down the well before her

Enjoys giving hugs

Really Likes when Sam does her hair

Benny

Died from hypothermia in his sleep.

A less abusive apparition of his mother when awake. Caring towards his siblings, but highly cautious around the twins.

Had issues referring to Sam correctly, until they gave him the advice, 'Just refer to me like I'm a swarm of bees'

It actually worked

Dyslexic

Almost always sleeping because he died in his sleep

Sam

Fell on an axe at the beginning of hour 5 and didn't notice they were dying of blood loss until they blacked out, only to wake up on the bus and see their name.

Another abusive dad! This one actually was murdered by Tim somehow and nobody noticed but Sam.

Was actually rescued at 5 AM by the police, but, again, bled to death

A They/It Nonbinary, none of the kids but Benny had any issue referring to them by correct pronouns, and even then, Benny had a lot of help.

The Weaver kids just adopted them as an older sibling. They had no say in the matter.

When Duncan and co. Got out of jail and continued their shitty ways, they full on killed them all, even the next to be player

Loves their new family, even if they're all a little dead.

Surprised that Caleb was the one to get most attached, but then remembered that he killed a moose that was about to attack them, gave them some of the flesh to eat, and then just fell asleep on them.

Was in a house fire a few weeks before the game took place. Half of their face and their right hand are heavily burned.

Looks blind, but is only blind in one eye. The other doesn't fair much better though.

Despite getting top surgery, they're still aiming for confusion among the victims

Autism, and doesn't really speak too much because frequent nonverbal episodes

#tw murder #tw abandonment #tw abuse #tw eating disorder #wick #wick game #Sam #caleb weaver #tim weaver #tom weaver #lillian weaver #benny weaver #headcannons

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lakemojave · 3 years

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Land of Falling Sun 7

The wanderer was not confident that he was alone in the town.

By the time he and chipper and his horrible, ugly steed rode in, the fire at the center of town had mostly faded to embers. The bodies lay in the fire charred, dismembered, and unrecognizable. There were a little over a dozen still intact. The smell was repulsive this close.

By all accounts, looking around the dilapidated, dusty old town, it was clear it had been abandoned recently. It showed signs of degradation that must have taken place while it was still populated, and the amount of tracks leaving the town was minuscule compared to what its population would have been. The fire must have been burning for quite a while, maybe a few days, and whoever left must have added their last few dead to the pile before taking off.

“Plague.” The wanderer scanned the town in grim anticipation. “Taken by plague, no doubt. Only a few survivors. We shouldn’t stay long.”

“Why’s that?” Chipper asked? The wanderer shot them a deadpan gaze that communicated the silliness of the question. “Alright, alright. But I wanna look around. Maybe there’s something here we can use?”

“Maybe. Unlikely, but maybe. If we spend more than a day we should camp back the way we came. Least chance of catching anything.”

The wanderer’s eyes looked to a caving-in building, one of the most derelict of the bunch. He could make out the sheriff’s office sign, dangling from its bolts and a bad gust of wind away from falling to the ground. Maybe there’d be a weapon in there he could properly handle, maybe even some cash--if that was a thing people dealt in out here. Chipper drifted along the main avenue, scanning the town and the horizon. It had basic amenities, or at least the rotting corpse of basic amenities: trading post, inn, saloon, post office, mender’s shop, stable. What it seemed to have in abundance were barracks, mess tents, tool sheds, and what must’ve been a rather large infirmary. A working town of some kind, or possibly a military base.

Chipper flew a few lengths above the roofs as the wanderer peeked inside the sheriff’s office and hitched Dog outside. From this altitude, they could see on the south and north edges of town what must’ve been the work sites.

Scaffolds and rigs, enormous and collapsed and scattered across the site. Cranes and cart tracks left in utter ruin. All surrounding deep and tremendous holes in the ground, boring deep into the earth. Their walls were hewn smooth, cylindrical, and narrow enough for a dozen or so people to comfortably stand in, as though dug by great drills which were not there. Chipper’s thoughts went to mining, but that made no sense. If anyone wanted to mine the plateau for resources of any value, they’d dig from its sides and base. That’s what would’ve made sense. No, they were trying to dig deep into the earth, to descend into something or some place beneath their feet.

Before they could ponder why or what, they heard shouting below.

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“You! Inside! Get out here!”

The wanderer reached for a rusty sawed off shotgun and crouched behind a fallen desk. The voice outside was sharp and feminine, with a distinct raspy and venomous timbre that was distinctly nonhuman. It reminded him of Dog.

“Hey! I can hear you in there!”

He had barely made a sound, save for shuffling his feet. He needed to get out safely, and couldn’t risk a fight. He didn’t know where Chipper was, the number of fellas outside, or the weapons to their name. He tucked the shotgun in his pants behind his back, flipped his coat down, and stood up with his hands above his head.

“Relax!” he shouted outside. “I’m coming out! Don’t shoot ok?”

The woman outside paused. “We’ll see.” She spat.

The wanderer stepped outside the dilapidated office to meet five armed, insectoid strangers. Centaurs, naturally. The woman at front stood tall on her scorpion-like lower half, gritting her teeth behind vestigial mandibles. The shade of her hat obscured her second pair of eyes, which were as hollow and unforgiving as her first. She held a repeater trained directly on his chest. Between her companions were two pistols, a shotgun, and a wooden staff.

“You armed?”

He flipped his coat to reveal his knife, sheathed and strapped to his belt.

She pointed at the knife. “Drop that. now.”

“Do I gotta?” His eyes darted around. “You got me beat I think.” They unhitched Dog, who was now a few paces down the street to the left. “I mean--” Through his periphery he saw Chipper circling overhead, barely distinguishable from a desert vulture. “--I guess if it makes you feel better.” He reached for his belt with one hand, his other still up.

Damn, he thought, Kid’s smart.

“Hey. Fox,” the lead woman said to the pistol-armed man behind her, “Pat him down.”

The wanderer sighed. “Look man, that ain’t necessary.”

Fox hissed back: “You started it. This is our spot.”

“If ya wanna be technical I think it’s theirs’.” He gestured towards the bonfire as Fox approached. He had two heads on the wanderer as he skittered closer. Wanderer glanced to Dog, then to Chipper, then back to Fox. Fox reached under the wanderer’s coat, his rough hand approaching the stashed shotgun.

The wanderer whistled.

The gang readied their weapons to shoot. Fox flinched, giving the wanderer a window. He grabbed Fox’s hand, yanked him closer, then flipped off his coat over Fox’s head, blinding him. Fox shot off his revolver, which missed and hit a post behind the wanderer, who pulled out of his coat into his shirt and vest. The gang leader took a hasty, reckless shot at the wanderer, which Fox kindly blocked.

While the shotgun guy and pistol gal were readying their shots, they were quickly taken down by surprise. On command, Dog came charging down the street, leaping to shotgun guy and trampling him quickly. Pistol gal yelped in surprise at Dog, failing to notice Chipper divebombing straight for her throat. They descended on her violently and slashed her throat open in her talons, and Dog took a bite out of shotgun guy’s head.

Fox’s body fell dead to the ground, leaving the wanderer without his meat shield. With the staff man occupied with Dog and Chipper, the wanderer was stuck with the leader. He made a dive to the right, grabbing his knife belt and narrowly avoiding another shot. Now behind cover, he reached for the shotgun and prayed. He leapt up and made a shot.

He was incredibly lucky he shot with his right arm, otherwise the explosion might have permanently maimed him. Instead, the gun’s misfire sent a layer of tar splattering the surrounding area, and launching the wanderer to the wall behind him. The leader missed another shot.

Staff man, who we’ll call magic man instead, quickly drew his hand along the length of his staff. As he did this, the upper half of the staff became bathed in wild, arcing lightning. He held the lightning staff in his hand like an ax, and charged forward to strike Chipper down. As he wound back for a swing, Chipper held their wings back, and their outer feathers came alight. He swung the ax, which would have sent a bolt of lightning up into the air, striking Chipper and killing them instantly. Instead, with a flap of their wings, it launched backwards towards magic man, riding up to his hands and electrocuting him dead on the spot.

The leader was enraged. As she continuously missed her shots she approached the wanderer, who lay on his back on the deck of the sheriff’s office. Panicked and without the shotgun, he drew his knife and crawled backwards. Now the leader stood over him, training her rifle on his forehead. The wanderer futilely held out the knife in self defense. She cocked the rifle, and Chipper and Dog snapped to her and hurried to stop her.

“You...You bastard!” She yelled. “Die! You rotten little--”

She took her shot. The wanderer brought the knife to his defense.

What exactly he planned, or what instinct compelled him to try and block her shot with a very regular knife of all things, was completely beyond him. But he did, and as he snapped the knife to his face--with the edge facing his attacker--he felt something. It was not the sensation of a bullet entering his skull and exiting the back of his brain. No, it was the knife. It was not the feeling of the knife in his hand, not the wood grain against his hands or the weight of the blade. No, he felt through the knife, as though it were an extension of himself. He felt it pulse as though blood ran through it, and he felt it glide through the air just the same as wind passing over his arm. When the bullet passed through the knife, splitting in two pieces and embedding into the deck beneath him, the pain was excruciating. Excruciating, but completely unharmed and alive.

He and the gang leader shared a shocked and confused look, neither able to comprehend what hand just took place. The wanderer lowered the knife. The leader raised her gun again.

The wanderer threw the blade, which embedded itself in her heart. She collapsed on her back.

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“Are you...are you ok?”

“I uh,” the wanderer said, sitting up where he had just laid, “I think so...I have no idea.”

“You are unharmed,” said Dog, in the wanderer’s mind. “You are shaken to your core by what you have just experienced, but physically you are well.”

“Thanks bud,” said the wanderer, short of breath and sarcastic. “Can always count on you.” He wiped sweat from his brow. “...Actually, thank you. For the assist. You guys saved my ass.”

“Of course we did! We’re a team!” Chipper was alight with pride and adventurous spirit. Behind the wanderer, they saw the split bullet holes in the deck. On the right was a normal dent in the wood. On the left though, Chipper could not explain. They saw, sprouting from the bullet hole, were tiny weeds, green and fresh and full of life.

“Sir,” Dog said, “I hear someone coming.”

#land of falling sun #my writing

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10x19: One More - Analysis

Okay, what did everyone think of 10x19? I really liked it a lot. I’m still trying to get a handle on what everything meant, and I think there’s a lot more to be had than what we see on the surface, but it was a really tragic and moving episode. I got lots of messages from people who watched it early and immediately noticed the Bethyl callbacks.

So, I’m going to do something slightly different this week. Today, I’m going to focus on those—all the obvious callbacks—and tomorrow I’ll do more of a forecasting post about what I think this episode means for the future and where I think it’s going.

***As always, spoilers abound below for 10x19. Don’t read until you’ve watched!!!***

I kind of figured from the description that this would be a case of Gabe and Aaron = Beth and Daryl. And that’s definitely true. I’m going to call this a mixture between Still callbacks and Consumed.

Still, because of all the callbacks I’m sure you noticed at least a few of. And Consumed because it’s two friends out looking for something. Actually, the first thing that made me think of Consumed is that they kept showing really sad things accompanied by really sad music, which reminded me of Consumed. I know for most people in our fandom, that’s not our favorite episode because it’s a Daryl/Carol episode, but just for the imagery and music and sadness of the dystopian world, I really love it. And this episode was similar to that.

So, it starts by showing some—both white and yellow. This flower

Is an Easter Lily. Yeah, not kidding. EASTER Lily.

Of course there are both white and yellow flowers. The yellow ones are reminiscent of the ones we saw in the cemetery in Alone.

Then we see Aaron and Gabe surrounded by walkers. When they start killing the walkers, its shows blood hitting all the flowers in a really kind of graphic way. I was like, “ew.” But at one point, they also hit a green grasshopper.

So, I was thinking that blood hitting the flowers and the grasshopper could possibly represent Beth being shot. And there are plenty of blond walkers to be had in this episode.

Aaron and Gabe arrive at a particular house. On Maggie’s map, it says this should be a two-story house with a root cellar, and she wants them to check the cellar for supplies. But when they get there, all that’s left is a doorframe with a swinging door and the chimney. The rest has been burnt, and by the looks of it, fairly recently. This is where they see the three charred skeletons with the pink flowers growing around them.

Couple of things. 1) This is a foreshadow for later in the episode. It has to do with the 2 stories, and I’ll get to it at the end. 2) The charred skeletons are a bit like what Daryl saw in 6x06, which was chalk full of Beth symbolism. 3) The pink flowers. (Pink Theory.)

In terms of foreshadows, this really screams the CRM to me, because of the burnt skeletons and the ties to 6x06, and remember that in 5x09, the radio voice (Andy) talked about the republic and a group that was setting people on fire. It’s like that’s one of their tactics.

One thing I didn’t realize from the trailer is that these are not three adult skeletons. It’s two adults and a child, all with their arms wrapped around each other. There’s a huge theme in this episode of families dying and specifically children dying. (Which is actually another tie to Consumed; remember the mother and child walker they find, and Daryl burns? Well, here we have two parents and a child, all who’ve been burnt. Yeah, not a coincidence, folks.)

We have two or three representations of families or children dying in this episode. I was thinking about the family in the gas station in 4a. I don’t think any of theme were children, but Daryl said something about them holding hands and taking themselves out Kumbaya style. And a lot of the skeletons we see here seem to be either taken out by their family members, or else they’ve committed suicide. There’s the child walker Carol and Daryl saw in 5x06. There was the creepy nursery near Denise just before she died. Etc. And it’s really very dark, ominous symbolism. Very sad.

Then Gabe pulls out an egg timer (another one of those), sets it for 5 seconds, and lobs it into the field. When it rings, tons of walkers spring up. So, it’s their way of checking before walking into tall grass. In this case, it shows the dial turning as the timer counts down. It definitely feels like a symbolic countdown to something big.

There’s also huge bullet theme. And usually single bullets. Mays makes them play Russian Roulette, which is all about one single bullet in the chamber. But there are tons of times when they pick up single bullet casings, or we see bullet holes in cars or walls or cans. Just a huge theme.

Okay, let’s get specific. They come upon a line of cars, which is really important. But just before that, Gabriel sees basically two piles of bones. I could tell not all of them were human. Some were too big. And I thought they might be horse bones. @bluesandbeth told me she thought they were two horses with their riders still on top. And she’s right. I couldn’t tell when I first looked at them. But once she said it, I could see it. It’s like a horse lying on it’s side, with the rider still straddling the horse, also lying on his side. And they died that way.

Now, other than knowing that we’ve definitely seen horses in the show before—think Buttons—I wasn’t sure what to make of it. Until @wdway said something interesting. You know the two horseback riders we see in the opening credits? Me and my fellow theorists are always going back and forth about who they are. I originally thought Rick and Michonne, which is the obvious conclusion. But @wdway told me she thinks this is actually Rick and Beth.

And you know, that makes a lot of sense since we didn’t see these new opening credits until Rick disappeared into the CRM. So, they could represent the two missing sheriffs.

And that makes a lot of sense with these bones. Because this scene with the cars has about 20 callbacks to Beth and what we think happened during the missing 17 days. So the bones represent the two riders from the opening credits, which represent the two missing sheriffs.

Now, onto the cars. One has the trunk open (Still) one has the side door hanging open (5x09). And there’s a van where Aaron sees a female walker in the front seat, which is kind of like what we saw in 5x09. Gabe finds a can of food, but there’s a bullet in it, which probably means the food either leaked out or spoiled.

But the really interesting thing is that him opening this trunk and looking in is very reminiscent of Maggie opening the trunk and finding the Beth walker in 5x10. So if we can equate those two things, both times, it represents opening the trunk and Beth being inside. In 5x10, she was represented by the walker. Here, by the can of food with a bullet hole in it, just like Beth got shot in the head.

Another thing I was reminded of was in 6x04, when Morgan sees the man and woman and she puts down a can of food and a bullet on top and says, “Thank you.” I think this symbolism may be related to that.

Then they go to the MiniMart. On the outside, it feels like the Big Spot or else maybe the gas station where Rick and Daryl met Jesus. In fact, much like in 6x10, there is a post for cigarettes with a price of $4.30.

When it pans out, there’s a coffee pot lying on its side (important because it’s something that water runs through, and we’ve seen a coffee theme as well) a walker with a bullet hole in its forehead, a bright yellow magazine rack by the door, etc. And this was a place you could play the lottery, so there was a poker theme going on.

Okay, the ARM symbolism is alive and well. My fellow theorists and I have been obsessing about what the arm symbolism points to ever since Leah threw the walker arm at Daryl. In this episode, a walker sticks both hands out of the door, and Gabe hacks them both off, around the forearm/elbow area.

Then, another walker gets its head and torso out and Aaron stabs it in the head. He and Gabe both grab an arm to try and yank it out of the way so they can get by, but the arms (really the hands because it separates at the forearms) just come off. And really, it’s just the skin, not the bones that comes off, but still. (Ew.)

This is where Gabriel goes up on the roof and we get the scene from the promo.

Okay, so when I first saw the promo, I immediately said this was a Grady callback. The “SAVE US” is something that could only be seen from the sky. Like…from a helicopter? Plus there were some important scenes on the roof of Grady. There’s a walker that’s handcuffed. So it’s an imprisonment theme. And Grady was all about imprisonment. And finally, we have what looks to be two lovers, dead, but entwined together on a mattress. I was thinking that if this is meant to represent Grady, that might represent Beth and Daryl. The love that never happened because Beth “died” and the relationship died with her. Or something equally tragic.

But there are other things we can connect this to as well. First off, what you don’t see in this shot is that there are two other walkers also tied to a second pole, but neither of them are animated. They’re just corpses. So we have a grand total of three prisoners here. If you look closely, the man lying on the mattress has a gun in his hand. Which suggests this might have been a murder/suicide situation.

It’s reminiscent of Merle being handcuffed on the roof in season 1, which was just before he went missing. It also reminded me of the strange, unexplained handcuffs Daryl found in 8x02 in that office building. Those were never explained. But the point is, it’s a handcuffs/imprisonment theme.

A big part of this is a foreshadow for the end of this episode and what happens with Mays. But given that he and his bro are one-off characters only appearing in this episode, I think this must foreshadow more than that, too.

We don’t actually see the inside of this place because Gabe goes to the roof, takes the ladder down (Ladder Theory) and then comes out the front door, but tells Aaron there’s nothing they can use in there.

Then they talk about going home. Aaron and Gabe been out for 2 weeks, which is definitely a Heath/Tara thing. In S6, they’d been out scouting for supplies for 2 weeks, and that was just before Heath disappeared into the CRM. Just saying.

Okay, then Gabe falls in the mud. Here’s the thing: we really thought Gabriel might die in this episode. Obviously not. But I do see some fairly clear death omens for him here. Of course I can’t be sure of anything, but I still think his death is probably close.

First is the fact that he trips at all. Anytime anyone really faceplants on the show, it sort of shows a coming catastrophe for them, which is often death. Beth face-planted in the elevator shaft in 5x04. Spencer fell off the zipline in S6, and died less than a season later. You get the idea. When, when Aaron lifts the walker off him, it leaves some intestines (ew) on his stomach, and the camera focuses on them for a moment. Just felt like a death omen to me.

I will say, however, that anyone who’s read the comics knows that this feels a lot like they might do exactly what they did there for his death. And they don’t usually do that. They almost always remix it in some way. So this could also just be a nod to his comic book death. We’ll have to see where they go with it.

But this scene is super interesting. It feels like EXACTLY the same thing we saw in 10x18. We have Gabriel’s map being ruined, and then a huge storm that immediately follows. And there’s Beth symbolism (talk of a water tower, etc). So I thought it was interesting that we saw it twice, in two subsequent episodes. Also, for most of the episode they’re kinda sorta trying to get to the water tower. As though water tower is end game or something.

Then they get to a warehouse that wasn’t on the map. Gabe finds the bibles inside. I’m still forming a theory about the passage he opens up to, but we all know they use biblical symbolism in this show a lot, and especially around Beth. But remember they found a bible in the barn in Alone. Later, Mays says the pages are torn because he uses them for toilet paper. (Toilet Paper Theory.)

Then we get to the really good Bethyl callbacks. Aaron and Gabriel eat pork, drink alcohol, play poker (not exactly the same as Beth and Daryl’s drinking game, but it’s a game), Aaron has a “bullshit” line, Gabriel shows an 8 and a 2 card, Aaron says he needs to “take a piss,” etc.

I did notice something while watching, but wasn’t sure what to make of it until AK was talking at the end of the episode. It shows one hand of poker and Aaron folds, which means Gabe wins. This is where he shows a 2 and an 8, which isn’t anything in poker. So, he won the hand on a bluff. And I went, huh. Wonder what that means. But it was a foreshadow of what happens with Mays. I’ll get to that.

Gabe has an “I’m serious” mention. In one of the bigger parallels, the dialogue is not the same, but the meaning is. So, different words, same meaning. Gabriel says his line from the promo about how evil people aren’t the exception, they are the rule. That really disturbs Aaron and he says, “okay, now I’m sober.” It’s the equivalent of “you ain’t a happy drunk at all.” And then he drives it home by saying, “I’m going to go up to the room and pitch myself off head first.”

And THEN—get this—he picks up a golf club and smacks a golf ball at FG, hitting him in the foot. Gabe says, “ow.” So not only a golf/Still reference, but I think it specifically ties back to when Daryl uses the club to kill the walker and hits Beth with the gore.

They say in TTD that they actually did an extended golf sequence where Aaron and Gabe set up this huge mini-golf course thing, but most of it got cut from the episode for time. So there was originally a massive golf theme in this episode.

Of course Mays shows up to take them captive. He shows Gabriel Aaron’s metal arm. So, more arm symbolism.

Without going into tons of detail here, let’s just recognize that the entire theme of this episode is whether or not there are good people in the world still. (Beth line.) Mays thinks all people are evil but Gabe and Aaron prove him wrong by refusing to the point the gun at one another during the Russian Roulette game. There’s a line where Gabriels screams at him that he needs to remember who he was. (“who you were.”) Which is a direct parallel to Beth telling Daryl to stay who he is. Which is a good person. So it’s a similar theme being explored here.

At one point, Mays says, “there’s nothing left in this world but thieves and murderers.” It’s not the same line Glenn says in 5x02, but the wording of the first part is exactly the same. “There’s nothing left in this world that isn’t hidden.”

We also definitely get an “illusion/hallucination” reference here. I noticed Gabriel said (and I’m paraphrasing; didn’t write down the exact words) that Mays was so bitter, and had so convinced himself that everyone in the world was evil, that he’d blinded himself to the truth and couldn’t see that he was about to kill two very decent guys (Gabe and Aaron). So, it just struck me as a you-can’t-see-the-truth-that’s-right-in-front-of-you theme. Plus, maybe a see no evil theme?

Another theme that jumped out at me is whether or not they are the same as him. At one point, he says, “you’re so close,” and I think he means to becoming a villain, like he is. During their fight, he says they’re the same and Gabriel rebukes him, saying they aren’t like him.

We’ve seen that theme a lot before. It’s like a theme of the bad guys trying to make the good guys like them, and the good guys have to prove they’re better than that. So, Crazy Tattoo Guy at Terminus came running out of his train car yelling, “we’re the same,” before he died. Joe Claimer tried hard to convince Daryl that he was like them and one of them, even though he wasn’t. And we could even tie this to Beth saying, “I’m not like you or them, but I made it.” Slightly different meaning in that case, but the verbiage is similar.

(BTW, notice in the pic above, Aaron has a head wound, bleeding from exactly the spot Beth was shot.)

And surprisingly, they actually manage to convince Mays that they’re right and he puts away the gun and unties Aaron, looking as if he’ll let them go. He unties Aaron…and then Gabe kills him. Pretty brutally.

So this is the second reason I think this might be a death knell for Gabe. And it also ties to the bluff in the poker game. AK said that everything Gabe said to Mays about him still believing in God and the bible was a bluff. So we’re left wondering if it was a complete lie, and Gabe has entirely lost his faith. Now, a crisis of faith does line up with Daryl in Inmates/Still, but at the very least, Gabe is in a really dark place. But he hides it well. It doesn’t look that way to others. But I feel like he’s spiraling and being super self-destructive, and this might soon lead to his death.

Remember when he killed Dante? It’s a lot like that. And at one point, Aaron says that Gabe doesn’t mean that (all the negative stuff he says) because his mind is just really full of the Whisperers still, but not all people are like the Whisperers. So, I think the idea is that dealing with the Whisperers really messed Gabe up.

But of course they go upstairs, or up a level and find Mays’ twin brother. And the thing is, Gabe wasn’t entirely wrong to kill him. I mean, in terms of Gabe’s inner arc, obviously he was being really, disturbingly brutal. But Mays was keeping his twin brother a prisoner upstairs. We see two bodies—that of a woman and child—each with a bullet hole in their foreheads. Which is obviously reminiscent of Beth. But the brother also says Mays “made him play.” Which means he did the Russian Roulette thing, but unlike Gabe and Aaron, he didn’t shoot himself but rather turned the gun on his wife and child and eventually shot both of them.

So neither of these guys was exactly Alexandria material. Then the brother gets ahold of Gabe’s gun and shoots himself. Aaron and Gabe leave. On their way out, it shows a photograph of the two brothers laughing together, clearly before the apocalypse.

Okay, let’s talk about this scene. This is what I meant was foreshadowed by Maggie’s two-story building description. Gabe and Aaron found a 2-story building where a family died together. You could say the same thing here of Mays and his brother.

I’m still not entirely sure what to make of the evil twin/evil sibling symbols. I think it must foreshadow something, and we just don’t understand what it points to yet. We saw it with Lizzie/Mica, with Noah’s twin brothers (and the picture of Mays and his brother is very reminiscent of that) and now here. So it’s really fascinating to me, and I’ve talked about it before, but it’s obviously symbolism that’s still in play and that we don’t entirely understand. For more on this, see the 5x09 Post I recently wrote.

But here’s the other thing about this scene. It was this scene in particular that reminded me of the handcuffs Daryl found in S8.

Because Mays’ bro was handcuffed in the same way. Near those cuffs in S8, there was also what might have been a dogfood sandwich, which is exactly what Daryl was fed at the Sanctuary in 7x03. So you see what I mean? It’s a whole imprisonment theme, with similar symbols around it. And dog symbol always = Sirius = Beth, which is why I think it has to have something to do with her. Then, I saw this:

Guys, this is the exact same brand of dog food we saw with Daryl at the Sanctuary. It’s called A-OK.

And what does it mean? I’m not sure, but consider this: even in 4x01, Beth had a lot of imprisonment symbols in her cell. A bird cage, a no exit sign, a garden gnome. And if Grady was tied to the CRM, and was absorbed by them, then Beth may have been a prisoner of the CRM for like 8 years, now. And even putting her aside, Rick has been their prisoner for 6 years. That much is confirmed in the show. So I think this points to the CRM in one way or another. It’s about a long imprisonment term, but is tied to Sirius and the return.

In the last scene, Gabe and Aaron walk through a field and they are coming up on the water tower, though it’s still in the distance. One of them says it’s the last place on the map. And I think that’s significant. So, I had a few different thoughts about how we could interpret this.

So, as I already said, Beth = water = endgame. But we also know the CRM is purifying water. So CRM = endgame. What I mean is, maybe it’s saying that the CRM is the last huge battle they’ll have to fight, and maybe then they’ll get the world back. And we’ve kind of thought that for a while. That they’ve been hinting at this group and this war, since season 1 when Rick saw the helicopter in Atlanta. And Beth will be a big part of it.

I also think we may be getting lots of hints of them losing Alexandria here. So it might be a matter of losing one more home or finding one more home. Something like that. If the CRM is the “one more” in the title… well, at first, Gabe says, “two more,” and then eventually “one more.” So I’m thinking two more big arcs. The first is the Commonwealth. The second “one more” is the CRM. But I think that will last for several seasons.

It also occurred to me that the “one more” could also be a death omen for Gabriel. One more place. One more battle. One more episode? And then he’s done. But all of this is just conjecture. Me brainstorming ideas.

One other thing I wrote down is that AK said the bullet in the gun in the Russian Roulette game represented one last trial, and would this be the bullet that will break them? I thought that was interesting, especially in terms of Beth’s loss breaking Daryl.

Okay, lets go back to what I said at the beginning. Obvious callbacks to Bethyl and Still, and lots of things suggesting her imminent return. Since the water tower = Beth and Gabe and Aaron were kind of searching for it the whole episode, you can see how that parallels 5x06, Consumed. But I also think it foreshadows the spinoff with Carol and Daryl leaving together to go search for Beth, even if they don’t know it initially. The fact that Aaron and Gabe were originally searching for something else (food/supplies) but sort of ended up aiming for the water tower here is probably purposeful.

Bottom line? This still points toward Beth being very close. I’ll do more general forecasting tomorrow. Thoughts?

#beth greene #beth greene lives #beth is alive #beth is coming #td theory #td theories #team delusional #team defiance #beth is almost here #bethyl

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Hi Aubrey and readers! Happy Fab Friday! This week I'm writing in with an excerpt from a response to a writing prompt that I've been working on!

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It took maybe an hour before I saw anyone. Unfortunately, they were a corpse. The man was dressed as a woodsman, with almost laughably primitive work clothes. His face still had a pained expression showing through the dark tangled facial hair. If I had to guess I would say the fabric was hand spun, given the lack of any signs of advanced industry here. A lumberjack’s axe lay propped up against a tree nearby. Looking over the body, it was clear that he had died messily, with wounds that bled enough to leave the ground tinted red and slightly mushy underneath. I checked him anyway. The body was still warm, but no pulse.

I put my helmet back on and had one hand on my rifle while I flipped through the various sensor modes. Nothing was around. Or if it was it had stealth tech better than my armor could track. So, I detached my entrenching tool – basically a bladed shovel that folds up, but everything needs an official name I guess – and I got to work. The armor servos made it light work, and I quickly had a shallow grave dug before me. I did my best to gently lift the man into it. I’m no priest, and I didn’t know him, so I simply said a short prayer under my breath and hoped it would suffice.

Another hour or so of walking, and I finally got to the village. From here, seeing it sitting in the clearing between river and tree line, it looked like something out of a storybook. And like many villages in storybooks where a stranger comes to town (don’t ask me it just seems to be a law of the universe when it comes to storybook towns) it was under attack.

Well, maybe attack was a bit too harsh of a descriptor. There was a group of armed rabble standing in front of a group of what appeared to be townsfolk. They were all humanoid, but with startling variation that I had only really seen spring from the more heavily gene-modded folks, and this world didn’t look like it would have had anything close to even a primitive genetics lab. The armed folks were a mix of stock humans, burly green and grey humanoids, and a few scattered scaled humanoids. The townsfolk were a more diverse mix, but still predominately human. Or stock human. Normal looking is what I’m getting at. I used the built-in scope of my rifle to observe more closely, and without the choking noise of a warzone, my armor’s autosenses were able to pick up the conversation as though it were happening a room over.

“Now now, you guys know the drill. Hand over the money, and we’ll leave in peace.” said the lead bandit, a sneer in his voice.

And older man looked distressed and pleaded. “We already paid this month’s fee and we can’t afford more!”

“Nonsense, you get all those rich caravanners coming through here. You think I’ll swallow this swill about being dirt poor?” the bandit said, contempt dripping from his voice.

“The Baron of Skystead rode here not a week ago to demand we pay taxes to him! We gave what we could, and we have nothing to spare now!” the old man sounded nearly hysterical.

Alright, that was enough of that.

I sighted the lead bandit in my scope, adjusted a couple settings, and squeezed the trigger. The pulse rifle’s emitter glowed with heat for a second, and a whip-crack sounded as the coherent beam of light heated the air around it. The multi-phase lance struck true, faster than any of the bandits could react, and the leader’s chest suddenly looked like a combination of a grilled hunk of steak and what happens when you microwave a ripe fruit for too long. The crude hide armor had burned off, ablated by the millisecond-staggered pulses of violent light before flesh charred and burned. He died instantly, only a faint gurgle escaping his throat.

The rest of the bandits reacted, drawing blades, cudgels and bringing spearheads down. I sprinted downhill. I sighted in again, armor servos stabilizing my arms, and fired, causing the bandit who first moved to accost the townsfolk, one of the greenskinned bandits, to die in a similar fashion to the leader. This put some hesitancy in them, and from the glimpses I took it seemed like some of the civilians fled.

Even with the assistance of my armor, it took more time than I would have preferred to actually get close to the town and the bandits. A few more potshots scored a couple more kills, until they began to flee. At this point I was close enough that they could hear me, and so with amplification of my voice through my helmet I shouted at them “Don’t come back unless you want more you bastards!”

submitted by @aurelianpen

I'm ready to read 500 pages of this in one setting!!! The writing!!! The tension!!! The dialogue!!!! The action!!! *chef's kiss*!!!! FANTASTIC job!!!!!

#asks #fab friday writers #aurelianpen

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