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semi-imaginary-place · 6 months

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trigun reactions. End of maximum. Spoilers

People talk about Wolfwood being doomed by the narrative and I disagree, the one doomed by the narrative is Vash. Vash is the one with all the foreshadowing that he's dying. His hair is almost all black, his health and condition are worsening, multiple characters have commented on how he's dying.

90: haunted by nico chan. Wolfwood is shown to be on vash's mind twice once when he decides to attack legato and again when he kills him. Like legato says its notable that now is when vash decides to break his life long 100+ year vow not to kill.

91: the day will come when you have to choose that line's been repeated at least 3 times too bad i cant remember where. Its not just wolfwoods philosophy, vash wanted to protect his legacy or maybe just the reminder that wolfwood once lived.

92: wasnt there a whole thing about how plants can't survive outside of those glass bulbs. Given how many chapters are left i dont think vash and knives are going to fight which is very very interesting narratively and on a meta level. I say that because most of the other fights have taken 5-10 chapters to cover like legato or livio.

93: uh nuclear fallout doesnt work like that. Any blast no matter if it hit knives of the fleet would be spreading radioactive particles. It might not be a direct hit. But thats 2 nuclear detonations. Yall are going to die of radiation poisoning.

94: ticket... what did that represent again... freedom to choose your destination? So the translations all say different things. Vash prays that the plants can choose the end of this confront tation/their future/what side to take. But is the ticket for himself or for them?

95: Also yeah there is no big epic final battle vash appeals to the plants, to bridge the gap between plants and humanity and communicate. As the feather memories drift down plants and humans find a common point in knowing vash. And the plants choose vash's philosophy of live and peace and abandon knives. Hmm so the cable vash stuck to his neck acts as plant life support. Vash has never made a promise to return until now.

96: contrast of vash who's more scars than skin and knives who is regenerating half his body. From knives perspective he's not wrong he really was abandoned by everyone: humanity, rem, vash, and the plants he convinced to his cause. Vash says there's no more reason to fight but knives will not waver.

Oh ho does knives feel a smidge of guilt for breaking their bond first as vash's gun finds his head. Ok im a bit confused did vash just kill chronica? Hmm but the framing isnt right and why would there be an explosion is he black holed it. Oh nvm she's still shooting at them. Vash uses the last of his lifespan to fly them out but he's too weak so knives makes the other wing. Great imagery.

97: the more things change the more thing stay the same man vash just cant stay in the laws good books huh. DID KNIVES TURN INTO A TREE??? Ok ok the most likely reading is that as knives said he was dying and out of power so he used the last of his life to make a miracle that would help humans. HOWEVER i rather like the idea that he ditched vash (because of complicated emotions and history) and is now wandering the world powerless and essentially human. Also isnt vash suppose to die soon the whole black hair thing he was on the point of collapse during the legato(?) fight blood everywhere, bleeding from his eyes falling apart, if vash survives it is technically, technically possible knives did too.

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dumbbitchfrommars · 1 year

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this is for the lingering resentment that serves me no purpose, nor drives me enough to actually reach out and say my piece.

sweet little taurus, earthly wolf in sheep’s clothing, a boy who has yet to reach manhood. in another reality perhaps we made things work. perhaps, that first time we met, we actually dated, and had a real relationship, and maybe we helped each other in reaching a mutual evolution. but this is the here and now. this existence is my best possible outcome. and so, we were never to be.

anyway, i want to make this short, cause im trying to stick to those four heavenly agreements, and i trust in the protection of the universe and the path god planned out for me. this is purely to get some stuff off my chest.

your kindness was hate wrapped in a pretty bow. your empathy was withheld with a closed, insecure mind. if only you knew, how freeing, how transformative it is to allow your feelings to exist, to become connected to and in tune with those emotions. instead, you force them out, repressing them and hiding them away to the point of complete disconnect from real people like me, who want to share that with you, who trigger you and confuse you. because these feelings that you’re so afraid of are what i exist as, what guide me, and what teach me about the reality and beauty of human life. youre not there yet and i understand. but i won’t tolerate a low vibrational being attempting to pull me down to their depths. i am better than that.

you were mean. you were immature. you were so, so, so close minded. close mindedness repels me more than anything. it disgusts me and scares me. anyway. this is all pointless... it feels pointless..

i guess deep down i always knew you weren’t in alignment with me. but i thought hey, he’s funny, he’s similar to me, he has a passion for music, he is driven to workout and be healthy, and of course, he’s attractive. i thought maybe you’d grown up in the time we were distant. but maybe i was wrong for being superficial and focussing on your looks. perhaps i deserve what was handed to me. but i had no idea how insecure you were. it breaks my heart that so many men don’t feel enough in their own bodies. that they only workout to become an unattainable goal of attractive that would somehow make them more worthy. you are worthy the way you are! working out just adds to that. that’s how i feel. but i suppose not everyone shares that belief.

so... what im saying is, im sorry youre so insecure. i pray for your healing. i believe in you and i love you and i accept you. but i wont tolerate the fallout of a hurting person, who in turn chooses to hurt others. your lack of self care, self love and self adoration is spilling out. my love isnt a free-for-all, its not like it’s easy for me to be so understanding and empathetic and patient.

fuck you for abusing that. i was honest and kind and put everything on the table. did i deserve that treatment? maybe. i should have known better than to allow an immature man back into my life. a misogynist. insensitive boy. both greedy and unchivalrous. UGH. my addiction for men is my biggest downfall. but they always teach me something new.

this has been the most annoying, longwinded and pathetic attempt of me releasing my pent up thoughts about him. the truth is, i got fucked over and simultaneously fucked him over, were both bad people, and we both probably deserved the outcome of that. its complicated, its messy, and its not healthy. this is why i stick to the older men... maybe now i can return to my delusions that perhaps my sexy manager does have a little crush on me.

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vivian-location · 1 year

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im bored. heres a probably incomplete list of digital media/software i have pirated:

the first episode of breaking bad. i didnt like it very much so i stopped watching halfway through

the legend of zelda: the wind waker. technically my dad had a copy of it on disc somewhere but the disc in question is long gone now.

rhythm heaven for nintendo ds. im not good at it.

super mario 64. i currently have like 22 stars and i started emulating it a year and a half ago.

bna. i simply dont have netflix.

windows 10 ltsc 2019 (and various other versions of windows but this one is the most expensive). fuck microsoft. fuck microsoft. FUCK MICROSOFT

winrar. i regret using this piece of software so much just switch to using 7zip please

half life 2. i already owned it on steam i just wanted to pirate an older version of it

earthbound. i didnt like it very much

quake 1. i kinda like what ive played of it.

quake 2. i played the rtx release of it. on a gtx 1080. i got some fuckin horrible performance for a game from last millenium.

doom (1993). what am i supposed to say about it its doom.

fallout 3. i didnt actually succeed in pirating it and like a week after i tried to pirate it it went free on the epic games store.

pokemon black. i got to like the third gym and then my computer kinda uh. broke (software issue) and i lost my save.

tetris ds. i wanted to play tetris on my steam deck

animal crossing new leaf. my 2ds mysteriously broke (hardware issue) shortly after playing it for the first time. i think nintendo broke into my house just to smash my 2ds' screen in. also holds the record for most gender euphoria generated for me by a fuckin 2ds game

all of the 3ds boxboy games. wanted to play some boxboy. i did indeed do that.

the legend of zelda: phantom hourglass. honestly i dont even know why i pirated this because the effort was not worth it in the slightest.

in conclusion: i hate paying for things made by large companies.

#emulation

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dr3amofagame · 3 years

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haha your snippit abt the dispenser got me thinking.

Dream gets let out of prison and he talks constantly, whatever is on his mind. And he's positive all the time. To a fault where people walk over him. And it doesn't make sense because he was tortured right???? But after an incident they find out it's because he hates the sound of silence and needs constant reminders that other people are there. Also he was punished for any negative emotions in the prison so his default is happy now,,,

hi anon !! this concept makes me SO goddamn sad ,, the idea that he Has to be happy bc anything else would mean punishment im so *punches the walls*

this ,, ficlet is honestly. pretty ooc, not really related to the ask at all, and mostly an excuse for me to cry abt c!dream and c!punz for an excessive amount of time (technically the vote on twitter was supposed to have this as c!sapnap pov, but i just wrote one for him so i went for c!punz instead. mostly bc i wanted to write him LMAO). hopefully someone enjoys it despite *gestures vaguely* all of that mess

tw: trauma, disordered eating, implied torture/abuse, blood, injuries, unhealthy coping mechanisms, emotional distress, thoughts of murder/mercy killing, mentioned animal death, dark content

In the end, it’s all rather anticlimactic, the complete opposite of Dream’s vault and the whole fiasco of adrenaline and theatrics that had made up that day. Quackity ended up having one too many drinks, bragged about the wrong thing to the wrong person - Punz doesn’t know the specifics, only knows that one thing has led to another and suddenly Sapnap was screaming at his ex-fiancé, sword pointed at his chest and tears streaming down his eyes in the middle of the Community House floor, everyone else stood around and watching. A look into Quackity’s office said everything he didn’t - the chests and chests of used and new tools, shiny and sharpened and completely rusted over with blood and everything in between. There’s been a balled up shirt in the wastebasket, completely unsalvageable from how saturated it was with blood, more red than white, and perhaps most chilling of all the calendar, marked with X after X in red pen, going back months and speaking to their utter failure to see what had been happening all but right in front of them.

With Quackity down, Sam caved not too long after, and with his input getting into the prison was no challenge at all. The only thing holding them back were bad memories and the tense, worried edge to Sam’s jaw as he led the small group of them - himself and Sapnap, actually entering the facility, Bad and Puffy waiting outside - carrying them through winding corridor after winding corridor and lava pit after lava pit, until they’d come to stand before a chasm filled with flowing lava, slowly draining before the main cell.

“I- I have to warn you,” Sam had muttered, uncharacteristically hesitant, “it looks…pretty bad,” and Punz would’ve questioned him further, but the lava had fallen far enough to reveal the topmost edge of the cell, so they let Sapnap hound the Warden for information as they directed their full attention on the cell itself and holy shit.

Nothing Sam said could’ve possibly have prepared them for the sight - it was a complete fucking bloodbath, crimson painting the walls and smeared over the floor and splattered over every visible surface like some abstract art experiment gone wrong. The stench of iron and burning flesh and viscera was awful, even over the gap marked by the still-draining lava. Punz strained his eyes; at the very back of the cell, huddled, unmoving, was a similarly bloodstained shape that must’ve been Dream. They remember the crack of Sapnap’s knuckles meeting Sam’s face and breaking his nose, remember themselves chucking a pearl and feeling along Dream’s neck desperately for a pulse - everything beyond that became a swirl of voices and panic and crying that makes their head hurt to think about, so they don’t.

Recovery is…messy. The physical side had been bad enough - pulling Dream out of the cell, barely breathing, limp in his arms and far too light, all Punz could think about was a sheep he’d found a year ago, frail and struggling to breathe, one he’d ended up killing - quick and painless - with a sword through the skull because it seemed kinder than letting it suffer. Watching Dream struggle on the bed, laid up in Bad’s mansion because none of them knew if he’d survive going any further, body resisting the potions they’d slowly forced down his throat after being so over-saturated on them, temperature spiking and heat baking into his skin like the lava from the prison had been imprinted onto his body, Punz feels the same strange mixture of pity and unease, wonders if it’d be a hell of a lot kinder if they just put him out of his fucking misery.

Still, because Dream is a stubborn bastard, against all odds, he ends up surviving - his fever breaks, the potions begin taking effect, and a few tireless, aching days later his eyes flutter open, lucid for the first time in a week. Punz isn’t even in the room when he wakes, only knows that it happens because the too-quiet room suddenly erupts in noise and activity, muffled thumps and sounds of a struggle undercutting Bad’s frantic calls for someone to help, anyone, and they run into the room to find Dream thrashing on the bed, wounds reopened and blood dripping onto the sheets, eyes wild and wide as his head whips from side to side so hard Punz is half-afraid that he’ll straight up break his neck. Somehow, worst of all, not a single scream falls from his lips, nothing but muffled whines squeezing past his mouth, clenched shut, and for a singular, awful second they wonder how long it took before he realized that screaming was useless.

Fortunately enough for them, or unfortunately, it’s not like he can tell the fucking difference anymore, the panic and strain end up with Dream passing out altogether, and they trade uneasy glances with Bad before going to clean off the worst of his wounds. If everything they’re doing feels hopeless, dressing up wounds that’ll be torn open hours later when Dream is awake enough to feel fear but not much else because he’s forgotten what it’s like to not be afraid - well, that’s for them to think and everyone else to pretend not to agree with.

Weeks pass along the same vein - Dream wakes up, panics; they try to calm him down, fails; he falls back into unconsciousness, and they move on and pretend that they’re cleaning up wounds from battle and not from someone that’s literally been tortured for months on end. People stop by, occasionally; Puffy spends more time than not inside the mansion, but hardly ever enters the door into Dream’s room, Sapnap and George drop by occasionally with potion brewing supplies that the rest of them can’t go out to get; once, he’d gone out to the front door to find a chest with an enchanted golden apple, sender nowhere in sight. He knows that the server is busy; Quackity’s admission had brought more than a few secrets to light, and from what they understand, the political fallout has been pretty damn messy. Still, he stays in the mansion, and watches.

He doesn’t exactly know why he stays. They’re not a stellar healer, not beyond what they know to dress their own wounds, and spend most of their time doing odd-and-ends tasks for Bad, who looks more tired than ever. Maybe it’s because he’s seen Dream at his worst more than the rest of them, had been there through his entire fall from grace, watched as his eyes became clouded with anger and madness and a single, desperate hope that he’d chased at the cost of his world and himself. Maybe it’s because they have no ties to the rest of the server - not to Las Nevadas, falling apart under the scrutiny of the eyes that now fall upon it, not Snowchester, caught up in the chaos, not the Badlands, half-dissolved after the fiasco of the Egg and with Sam’s actions having just come to light. Maybe it’s because above everything else, he feels guilty.

They’d thought the prison was the answer. It’d seemed too simple, back in that Vault - a perfect answer, because everyone else was perfectly happy to watch Dream die another time and some part of them had clenched painfully at the thought even thought they knew it was for the best. The prison meant that he’d be alive, if angry, and at some point when he had the time or the nerve or the guts he could go and visit, and they would talk, and Dream would be angry but with time maybe he could even understand.

They hadn’t wanted this. He can’t imagine anyone wanting this.

“Punz?” They don’t jump at the voice at their back, they don’t, but Bad still has a tiny, tight-lipped smile when they turn around anyway, eyes creased in the corners and still not as bright as they’d been before the Egg. Bad looks at him knowingly, setting a bowl of soup into his hands. “For Dream, if you can get him to eat.” He shifts a pointed gaze towards the door. “Maybe you two could talk.”

“About what?” The words come out harsher than they intend, and they take a moment to bite back the mostly self-directed anger that Bad doesn’t deserve to receive the brunt of. “I just-” he waves his hand in the air, trying to articulate the mess that is his relationship with Dream without the words to explain it. “I don’t know, man.”

“You don’t have to talk about everything,” Bad says, calm as always, eyes flicking down to the bowl of soup in his hands. “Just start with the soup.”

Punz sighs. “I’ll try.”

He enters the room in a single, fluid motion, mostly because he knows that if he were to stop at the door then he’d never actually make his way in. Dream flinches back when they enter, eyes going wide and stance going rigid, and the familiarity doesn’t make the sight any easier to bear as they wait, as always, for Dream’s eyes to clear enough for him to realize he’s in the mansion and not stuck in that same obsidian hellhole.

“I brought soup,” they say, finally, when Dream looks up. Dream’s lips twitch up in what he probably means as a smile; between the still-healing gashes on his face and the fear that flashes over his expression, still, it comes out as more of a grimace.

“Thanks.” Dream looks away. “I’ll eat it later.”

Liar, Punz thinks tiredly, moving closer to set the bowl down on the nightstand by the bed. They frown as Dream’s expression goes slack and distanced, again, eyes fixed to stare blankly at the wall once again.

“You should have some now,” he tries, careful to keep his words even. “You need the calories.”

“I’m good,” Dream says, automatic, just shy of sincere. “Thank you.”

“Dream,” they don’t quite succeed at keeping a displeased sigh from falling from their lungs, and bite back a curse at themselves when Dream pulls back with a silent flinch. It’s so goddamn hard, to talk to this version of Dream, both of them feeling around the edges of their relationship like walking on goddamn eggshells. A few months ago, he would’ve straight up called Dream out on his bullshit, get it through his thick skull that the whole ‘I’m fine and don’t need anyone’ act was stupid and completely failing to convince him. Here, they bite back another sigh, look forlornly at the bowl of the soup on the nightstand, sure to go uneaten once again, and force themselves to sound completely neutral when they speak again. “Alright. You’ll have to eat at some point, though.”

“Mmhm,” Dream hums noncommittally, once again staring at the wall. Punz stares at his hands. This is so fucking pointless.

“So,” they say after a few seconds, Bad’s words echoing in their head - they can try to make an effort to talk, sure. It’s just that Dream’s not going to cooperate. “How are you, man?”

The words come out stilted, awkward. He looks up to watch Dream’s expression, as the other man begins to gnaw on the inside of his cheek.

“I’m good,” he says, words deliberately light. “You?”

“Dream…”

“I’m fine.” Dream’s voice sharpens suddenly, breath hitching, before he shakes his head and turns his head away. “I’m fine.”

Punz looks at him incredulously. “Are you serious? Do we need to get into exactly how not-fine you are?” They wave a hand in his direction, jaw clenching when he rears back. “Do ‘fine’ people lose their minds from someone waving at them, now?”

“I-” For a second, Dream glares at him, eyes burning with a familiar, irritated fire that Punz knows all-too-well from having it directed at him a few too many times, before it suddenly dies and Dream is swinging his head back to the bedsheets, hands tightening on the cloth as he stammers. “I- What do you want?”

Punz breathes a soft sigh, regret blooming in the center of their chest. “Sorry,” he mumbles, careful to keep their gestures overly-telegraphed and away from the other man’s face. “I’m just- you’re not okay, man. No one’s expecting you to be okay after...all of that.”

“But why?”

Dream’s voice is small, nearly a sob, and Punz directs wide, alarmed eyes to where he’s hunched in over himself, knees pulled to his chest, hands staring at the sheets pulled over them. “Why?” he says, again, quieter, lip trembling slightly.

“Because you were tortured,” Punz begins, words slow as they watch Dream’s expression, trying to pull out the thoughts behind his averted eyes, “Because the cell was inhumane, and nobody deserves to be treated like that. Because you were hurt very, very badly because of what we did, and none of us are expecting you to be fine right after going through months of trauma.” He pauses. “You know that, right?”

“But I’m out,” Dream says, quiet, disbelieving, instead of answering their question. “I’m out of there. It’s over. It’s- everything’s good,” he whispers, more to himself than to them, hands curling into fists and then uncurling. “I’m- they said I would never get out. And I’m outside, and it’s not- not the cell, and I get real food, and Quackity doesn’t visit anymore,” he shakes his head, eyes squeezing shut as his breath catches in his throat. “I’m happy- I should be happy. Right?”

“Oh Dream,” the other man flinches back, breath quickening, and Punz’s hand stops short from where he’d almost let it fall onto the other’s shoulder. “You don’t have to be happy, man. Not- not after all of that. Not if you’re not ready yet.” Dream’s eyes, wide and wet, rise to look at their own, and they feel more than hear the soft, wounded noise that leaves their lips. “It’s ok to be hurt. It’s ok to be scared. No one’s blaming you, alright? No one’s gonna hurt you anymore.”

This, more than anything, seems to be the breaking point, because Dream collapses forward, hands flying up to pull at his tangled hair before Punz manages to ease them away and into his own hands, watching as he grips onto them until his knuckles go white. His breathing shudders, quiet, even his sobs muffled as to make as little noise as possible, and they murmur meaningless croons and hums as he cries into their chest.

“I wanna- I wanna be okay,” he hiccups, and Punz smooths his hair back behind their hand.

“I know,” he swallows around the lump that has risen in his own throat. “I’m sorry.”

#tw trauma #tw disordered eating #tw torture #tw abuse #tw blood #tw injuries #tw unhealthy coping mechanism #tw emotional distress #tw murder #tw animal death #tw dark content #tw unhealthy eating habits #-> my writing #my writing :D #my asks !!#-> my asks

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jangofctts · 3 years

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imagine being an admiral or another officer of the gar and... the battle was lost, blue is missing in action, and none of the boys are willing to admit that their brother is gone. sweets is begging blanche and sobbing his heart out for the commander to let him back out on the field and find something. anything that proves that blue is alive. a dog tag maybe. void doesn't know what to do, so he does what he knows. works and works and works until he's throwing up and burning a fever so hot because he won't take a break. bruiser and kami are ready to start a whole other war just to find their brother. and fuse's hands are burned from not paying attention when he's playing with matches. he tries to light the stick just to make his thoughts shift somewhere else, but he's lost as well. being a child soldier is rough, but it's worse when you lose a part of you every time on the battlefield

JUST SO YOU KNOW THIS ABSOLUTELY DESTROYED ME IM CRYIN AND OOF I WROTE YOU SOMETHIN

sunburst squadron // platonic fem!reader (for nOW)

warnings: mentions of death, loss, grieving, sAD VIBES

“I can find him. Please.“ The waver in the sharpshooter’s words is worse than a rusty nail through flesh. It’s the desperation mixed with uncertain fear—a pleading warble you hear on someone who is not used to loss, to losing a brother. “Let me back out—“

Fuse drops his eyes, numb to the searing touch of the little flame once it eats away at the match. He’ll have a blister on the tips of his fingers but he doesn’t find it in him to care. What’s his pain worth compared to that of his sergeant lying somewhere hurt or dead in the ruined cities of Ryloth? Fuse scoffs and drags the head of another match over the plastoid covering his thigh. It sputters to life as Jaws and Bruiser wrestle Sweet’s away from Commander Blanche—stoic as ever as he explains that there’s no time to look, that Blue is on his own now.

No matter how well Blanche hides it, Fuse can see the devastation swirling through those mismatched eyes. Blue is his second sergeant—another trauma Blanche is forced to live through while still managing the blowback and the fallout of Max’s death, the first sergeant. Fuse never had the honor of knowing either of the sergeants as well as the rest of the squad had. It’s difficult to catch up when you’re raised with an entirely different squadron, different legion, different life. But it’s impossible to avoid the shockwave of horror and guilt writhing through the room like a plume of black smoke.

Their general is missing too and…well, so are you. Sunburst’s resident translator.

Fuse is still reeling from how quickly everything spun out of control. Separated from Kenobi’s forces, scrambled by an ambush and forced to retreat. Somehow the three of you were severed from the squad during the hasty escape. Kriff—you were right there. Fuse should have grabbed your hand.

He drops the burnt matchstick, props his elbows onto his thighs and hangs his head and pulls at the roots of his hair until it stings. This mission was supposed to be a peaceful negotiation.

Sweets continues to sob and clutch at his sides once Jaws and Bruiser settle him onto the floor besides Fuse. The ship shutters as it docks and a moment later Kami wrenches open the panelling, wrath and furry all rolled into one. The hot-headed pilot juts a finger at Commander Blanche, voice crackling through the modulator with a jagged edge that they all can feel like a blade wedged into flesh.

“You left them.” Kami snarls, trembling with adrenaline and anger. “They were right there! How could you leave Blue?”

The muscles in Blanche’s jaw jump as he clenches his teeth, brows furrowing as he takes a step forward meant to intimidate. Kamikaze is no coward, brushes aside the fact that the Commander could crush him like a grape, and refuses to back down. The baritone growl of Blanche’s next words scrape down Fuse’s nerves with a prickle of apprehension. “You are out of line, soldier.”

Kami scoffs and throws his hands up. “The only thing out of line, Sir—“

Before Kami can bark out the rest of his insult, Void slaps him upside the helmet and ushers him out of the ship. Kami’s bickering can still be heard over Sweet’s crying and the swelling tension, crackling like the air just before a thunderstorm. Fuse swallows and avoids Blanche’s glare as the Commander slams his helmet back on and stalks off the MA/AT—traipsing away to report just how much of a failure this was. Void returns, ushering each one of them out of the ship and onto the venator to grieve elsewhere.

Fuse is the last one left. He’s still clutching his hair, staring blankly at his scuffed boots, still painted that lackluster red he hasn’t gotten around to painting over with cyan. No one’s offered him the paint and Fuse never asked.

The medic’s boots plant themselves before him, his tongue clicking in disappointment. Void, grabs Fuse’s hand and shakes his head with a sigh. “Stop setting your fingers on fire. I don’t wanna waste synthskin on injuries that can be avoided.”

Fuse scowls, wrenches his hand away and stands. “Then don’t. ‘M fine.” He pulls on his helmet that smells like burning plastic and sweat, and shoves past the medic. Void is clever enough not to waste any precious energy on a bullheaded idiot like Fuse—he has a mountain of patients waiting for him and only two pairs of hands. Void spares one last wary glance before disappearing into the crowd.

From across the hangar Fuse spots Commander Blanche. Commander Cody lays a comforting hand over Blanche’s shoulder as General Kenobi gestures to the hologram map. Fuse sighs—his general is more than likely alive and well but as for you and Blue? Chances are slim.

Fuse wanders towards the more familiar, blank walls of the venator and soon steps through the blast doors to the barracks. Bruiser and Jaws are curled up with Sweets, still comforting the kid as his shoulders shudder, little whimpers escaping the pillow he’s thrust his face into.

Just as Fuse reaches his hands up to wrench off his helmet, the coms crackle through the earpiece with a distorted voice. He freezes.

It sounds like you.

It’s a scrambled mess of static and fuzzy shapes of words but the one Fuse hear, clear as day is—

“Alive—“

#sOME mONdaY bLUES FOR YALLLLLL #ask #keida answers #sunburst squadron #my writing #clone trooper x reader #clone trooper oc x reader #clone oc x reader #clone x reader

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curious-menace · 3 years

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The rogue gallery members general reaction to encountering the batman who laughs and his creepy ass Robin's.

ok id like to preface this by saying that red death batman straight up crucified riddler and decapitated scarecrow and the batman who laughs is MUCH worse than red death batman.

i want to enjoy the dark knights metal but it is needlessly fuckin complicated with all this multiverse oververse omniverse shit. maybe i just don't have the galaxy brain necessary to get it so i apologize if this is all wrong

(also i know its canon that the batman who laughs has no rogues gallery left, either because he killed them or joker killed them before he turned but hey ho hypotheticals it is)

also no one talk to me about kiss fan lookin riddler from this verse. im not ready.

Penguin

i think his first reaction was to laugh. Batman’s finally gone and he took joker with him. I mean he literally calls him "bat gimp". I seriously doubt he anticipated the fallout of batman becoming some sort of hideous joker hybrid. he still chuckled when he started seeing the news. someone calling themselves “the batman who laughs” and “the darkest knight” then he sees the robins, he even recognises damien and it makes him a little sick. he books the next flight out of goodwin before things get too hot.

shame goodwin was burned to the ground to stop anyone leaving gotham.

with everyone inside.

Twoface

i dont think its an exaggeration to say he was absolutly fuckin horrified. it's rare that harvey and two face agree on something, but this bastard has to go. the murder and mayhem he could tolerate, hell even killing the other rogues, some of them needed to be stopped. but having to look at this creature and know it was once bruce? harvey knows better than anyone its a fate worse than death to be trapped in your own mind with someone else running the show. they do their best to stop the darkest knight, bring all the hired guns they can to the fight but it wasnt enough. Harvey dies, but at least he went out trying to do the right thing.

Poison Ivy

She sensed him coming, her flowers screaming at her to save herself. part of me wants to hope she took one look at that abomination and noped the fuck out of there to slaughter swamp or something. but we know ivy, she stands her ground like a tree planted by a river. she looks people like batman and joker right in the eye and down the barrel of a gun and says “no, you move” Shes not a good person, but in this verse she might as well be the hero of the story, maybe the only meta human in gotham who stood a chance against him. The batman who laughs was scared of her and thats why she had to die. if she’d just minded her own business she might still be here but no. She dares the batman who laughs to come for her, she’s going to take him out. for what he did to her plants, to gotham, to HER home and HER friends. unfortunately for her ivy was one of the first on his kill list. She doesn't go down without a fight. ironically it was her human qualities, the human drive to help people that got her killed. she heard one of the robins crying and went to investigate. the batman who laughs doesn't care about those robins, he’s got a basement full of jokerized kids to throw at people. 1 to trick her and a few more to hold her down while he doused the lot of them with weedkiller and gasoline then poof.

i doubt the botanical gardens will ever be the same.

Scarecrow

part of me wants to say he’s loving this. He’s enjoying all the suffering and sadness and fear as the batman who laughs murders everyone and everything from the dandelions upwards . but he cant, not just because he’s not the one causing it. this is fear without meaning or purpose, this is killing hope so thoroughly that there is nothing left for people to fear, not even death. he’s not so foolish as to think he wont also be on the batman who laughs chopping block. so he makes himself scarce, works on a toxin that might be able to stop him or even slow him down so someone has a shot at it. Jon knows hes going to die, its only a matter of time before that thing calling itself the darkest knight sends one of his minions to his doorstep. He’s been working on something to try and help the rabid robins. he has a small soft spot in his cold obsidian heart for kids and looking at these creatures makes him physically ill.

he thinks hes made a breakthrough, thinks he’s finally got a formula that will effect batman and the joker and hopefully, whatever abomination they’ve become . he decides theres no time like the present to try it out when word of the other rouges deaths reach him. he’s the last one left and thats....well its scary. His surprise attack works, the robins go down without a fight, screaming and scratching at their faces, their throats and each other. regrettable but if he stops the darkest knight now, maybe jon can help them. Just when he thinks he’s got him, scarecrow goes down. so close, he falls at the finishing line, his toxin having as much effect as a gentle summers breeze. Much like the original scarecrow , the batman who laughs likes using guns. For jon however? he makes an exception. poor scarecrow gets eviscerated by his own scythe, pilfered from arkham asylum by the batman who laughs. gotta love the classics, right?

Riddler

Riddler was second on his kill list. only because the batman who laughs knew how much it would annoy riddler not to be at the top. He’s another rogue who stood a chance of stopping him if he really tried. sadly edward is nowhere near as altruistic as harvey, and could never be as strong as ivy. He likes to think his escape is for everyone's benefit. live to fight another day and all that. He learned from harvey and pamelas mistakes, took one look at this new batman and his creepy kids and said “fuck that noise” and tried to run. except he didn't really try. god if he’d only gotten out of the city, he would have been the only rogue that survived. the batman who laughs looks at him like a pathetic insect, unworthy of notice. he’d have killed riddler eventually, maybe put him in a riddle with no answer or a trap with no escape for extra irony points but he wasn't about to stop the little green cockroach from skittling away. but of course, riddlers ego got in the way; he just HAD to try and best this new batman, no matter how much he scared the shit out of riddler he just HAD to try. and of course, pride comes before downfall.

The batman who laughs helpfully provided riddler with some rope to help break his fall.

Harley Quinn

some part of her was happy to have joker back. he was different, scarier but she was used to the abuse. what she wasn't used to were all the kids. she recognised damian wayne but didn't quite put the pieces together to realise it was bruce under there. she thought maybe he was just a random casualty . she tried hard to look after the kids but they act like animals rather than humans, there was nothing she could do.As time went on she found it harder and harder to sit at the right hand of this clown prince of horrors. harley has always been along for the ride, but how are you supposed make the whole world laugh if everyone in it is dead? i dont know what happens to harley in this world. either she leaves and much like joker, the batman who laughs fails to notice, shes killed by him because he was bored or she does when the world is destroyed by barbatos. either way, no happy endings here.

Thanks for this incredibly depressing ask Ghostly T-T

im kidding, im kidding it was fun! it makes me wish i knew what the everloving FUCK was going on with this verse so i could enjoy it properly. the only comic store i know of has been closed since like march of last year and i don't know what im looking for on amazon to actually order them. i have 1 issue of nth metal but it was interesting enough that i want the collection.

if anyone knows what the collection is actually called hmu bc i wanna buy it.

yes i could read it online but i like owning the hard copies.

got something you wana talk about? send me an ask or a dm!💜💙🧡💛💚❤️

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falloutsketchysecretsanta · 3 years

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Sketchy Secret Santa: THE HOLIDAY PROMPT!

Friends, fans, and followers-- it’s finally here! The time you’ve all been waiting for! The anon function is off, the request window is OPEN, and the prompt is HERE!

For those who have never participated in a Sketchy event before, let me break it down for you. Sketchy Secret Santa is a Fallout Fandom Event where you send in a sketch request to our group of volunteer artists to whip up a nifty gifty for someone else as an anonymous surprise! If you’d like more information, here’s a link to our info post.

And now, let’s get into the meat of THIS post. How to send a Valid Request, the Do’s and Don’ts, the Prompt List itself, and What to expect after you send a request in!

[Read more to keep dashboards clean]

To Send a Valid Sketchy Secret Santa Request, Please Send an Ask Including The Following:

WHOM the request is for. ---- At current, we are only making requests for people on Tumblr. We’ll need their username so we can @ tag them with the finished work when it’s posted.

The character[s] you’d like sketched up ---- All characters welcome! Canon, OC’s, everyone is fair game so long as it’s Fallout! ---- MAXIMUM FOUR CHARACTERS PER REQUEST. Our artists are working on a volunteer basis, and more figures means more time. ---- Is a request intended to be shippy? Let us know! We don’t read minds. ---- Poly? Found family? Hell yes! Just make sure to let us know the relationship context for the request. All genders and sexualities welcome, so long as everyone is a consenting adult.

1 [ONE!] Item from the prompt list below ---- The prompt list is both to give the artists direction and to limit the scope of what can be requested, keeping things manageable. ---- The items on the prompt list can be considered INSPIRATION, and what is drawn is up to artist interpretation of that prompt. ---- Do not dictate specific poses, colors, or situations. These are freebies, not commissions. All specifics are up to the volunteer artist who takes your request. ---- Do not dictate a specific artist to fulfill your request. Artists are operating on a self-directed basis and are, again, volunteers providing freebies to spread holiday joy. If you want work from a specific artist, might I suggest checking their commission status?

[OPTIONALLY!!] Tell us what holiday traditions the requested characters keep. ---- While there are various holidays on the prompt list, those are general AF prompts. Telling us what holidays an OC celebrates, or what holidays you HC a canon character to celebrate is additional character context and EXTREMELY ENCOURAGED, and does not replace the prompt. It’s like reference information-- telling the artist whom they’re drawing.

Please Do:

Be polite! Say please and thank you, be kind to the askbox managers, ect. Everyone working on this project is doing so on a volunteer basis.

Be patient. Depending on what kind of traffic we see right off the bat, it may take a hot second for your request to be accepted.

Be present and ready to provide ref information! If you request an OC for a friend, we’re going to need reference material for our artists to work with! Have files ready upon request, and be prepared for one of our helpers to request that information through the Tumblr IM [check your blog settings and make sure you’re set to accept messages]

Be kind. We’re going to do our best to get to every request we can throughout the month, but please don’t be upset with us if we can’t serve everyone.

Please Don’t:

Try to circumvent the rules. Just don’t.

Be an entitled jackass. This is a volunteer holiday event. We’re gonna do our best, don’t be a jerk if there’s mix ups or we don’t get to your request.

Try to request for yourself. The whole point of this event is do something nice for others.

Ghost us. Please, please don’t send a request in and then ghost the staff of the event. Nothing kills morale quite like a participant dropping off the map without a word.

Okay, are we through all the rules stuff? Then onwards to...

THE PROMPT LIST!

The following is a list of words, phrases, ideas, and memories brainstormed by our team of volunteers to give the requests direction and verity. You may pick 1 [ONE] per request.

Christmas

Hanukah

Kwanza

Samhain

Keeping Old Traditions

Ghosts of Christmas Past

Drifted Myths

Twisted Christmas Tales

Deck the Halls

Making Decorations

Repurposed/Reused/Recycled

Junk into Jolly

Improvised Christmas Tree

Nuka Cola Christmas

Santa Spotting

Holiday Clothes

Ugly Sweaters

Posing for Pictures

Gift Exchange

Present Scavenging

Firelight

Thawing out

Tending the Bonfire

Lights

Unexpected Kindness

Little Mercies

Rare Reunions

Community Celebration

Found Family

Oh Shit I’ve never had real friends during the holidays before

Holiday Meal

Baked Goods

Potluck

Fireside Cooking

Kitchen Catastrophes

Pound Cake

Feasting Aftermath

Holiday Mischief

Brahmin Tipping

Stolen Pants

Pet Dress-up

Mistletoe Mishaps

Someone is kissing Santa

CUI [Caroling under the Influence]

Holiday drinks

Holiday drunks

Is that supposed to be glowing

Candlelight and Snow

First Snow

Noob in a Snowball Fight

Soaked Through and Freezing

Snowed in

Antlers

Pinecones

Fire and Ice

Tropical Transplant

Ringing in the New Year

To New Beginnings

Celebratory Toast

Watching the Clock

Fireworks

Reinvention

Hokay! So you’ve gotten this far-- you know WHO you wanna request for, WHAT you wanna request, you’ve picked something from the PROMPT LIST, and you’re ready to SEND IT IN!

... So what happens after you send your request?

The mods on this blog will add it to our list, and answer your ask PRIVATELY to confirm your request has been added. At the time of the confirmation, we may ask for additional OC reference information, if an OC was requested, or request clarification on relationship context between the requested characters if more than one character was requested. Be ready to correspond with us, and have reference material ready for OCs!

Once your request is confirmed, you’re all done! The rest is up to us. Finished requests will be posted on New Years Day, @ tagging the gift recipient and no one else, leaving the requester entirely anonymous.

Thank you so much if you choose to participate. The request window is open until December 25th. We’ll be working hard until the very last day.

We wish you all a happy holiday, whatever you celebrate, and a happy New Year!

#Sketchy Secret Santa #Fallout Sketchy Secret Santa #Prompt Post #HOLIDAY PROMPT POST

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miaclemeverett · 3 years

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Heeeyy, first off, you've been one hell of reliable Wilbur spotter so thanks a bunch! Secondly I don't suppose you have a masterlist or happen to know which streams Wilbur shows up in on the dream smp outside of his own? I'm trying to catch up on alivebur to manifest his revival being soon pffttt I imagine there's lots of Tommy ones he shows in and I know for sure there's that one Karl stream for Niki's birthday

GOD I WISH I DID. I used to keep pretty good track in my bookmarks but Alivebur stuff was all the way back in November and Ghostbur appearances became pretty rare right around December-January during cc!Wilbur’s break so it’s been a while.

TommyInnit & Fundy Invisibility Prank Tubbo on Dream's Minecraft Server: At like 1hr45min Tommy calls Wilbur, who is not on the server yet. Crazily enough they talk about how boring the Dream SMP is while Melohi, the disc most commonly associated with Wilbur & Tommy’s DSMP relationship, is playing. Wilbur also scolds Tommy for bullying Tubbo

Tubbo, Tommy, Jschlatt, and Wilbur play Minecraft and chat: This is when Schlatt got banned. Wilbur joins back sometime during this when they join a new world and talks about random shit

TommyInnit & WilburSoot discuss their Empire Plans in Dream's Server. - I think this was shortly after Wilbur joined. He and Tommy discuss Wilbur’s plan to start a country. Wilbur also sings “Your New Boyfriend” for the first time here & thats when it went viral!

Rest under read more so I can update later

TommyInnit & Sapnap mess with Tubbo on Dream's SMP: Forgot to include this one, this is right before Schlatt joins the server (Wilbur builds his ball house & then Schlatt logs into the server)

TommyInnit meets jschlatt for the first time.: Iconic, Tommy’s POV of Schlatt actually joining

I have no idea if the full vod for this is on Youtube, but here is Wilbur (before he joined the server) serving as Tommy’s lawyer.

TommyInnit Scams Dream in Minecraft (huge 1v1): Iconic vod where Wilbur asks Dream out a date, Wilbur starts chatting like 1hr27min in

Dream SMP: World At War. L’Manbur gives a rousing speech and makes Tommy his right hand man like in the last half hour

TommyInnit & WilburSoot start a Business on Dream's Minecraft Server...: I think Wilbur streamed most of this?? Except the part where he says Tubbo would be John Laurens near the beginning but not sure

TommyInnit & Tubbo make a fallout bunker on Dream's Minecraft Server - Wilbur is in this for about the first 5 minutes just to get attention

[Dream SMP] Hi im new here! :) (Aug, 6 2020) - This is when Niki joined

I don’t even know where this one is from, but Wilbur bullies Tommy for getting a bad haircut

Quackity Builds The White House in the Dream SMP with TommyInnit and WilburSoot - After Wilbur ends stream he stays to talk with Big Q about stan culture and whatnot I think

Wilbur, Tommy, Techno and Tubbo Talk About Money - Honestly Wilbur might have streamed this but I forgot

Tommy Finds A NEW PET w/ Wilbur - Wilbur talks about MCC and war crimes and what not

Unfortunately, the Karl vod for Niki’s bday party was deleted. Here’s a good compilation though

Quackity Celebrates 1,000,000 Twitch Followers in Dream SMP: Wilbur is grinding for sand to make TNT during this vod. Also tw cuz Wilbur talks a lot about calories & dieting here for some reason lmao.

Dream bullies TommyInnit for having low viewers.: Wilbur, Dream, and George bully Tommy for having low viewers & Wilbur and George impersonate each other

Wilbur Soot Plays Guitar While Taking a Bath w/ Karl and Quackity: I think the full vlog was deleted but at least we have clips ;-; Quesadeez at the Rainforest Cafe forever

George, Tubbo, and Karl pretend to play Wonderwall but its actually Wilbur playing

Ghostbur’s first appearance was on Nov 17 in Tubbo, Fundy, Quackity, and Tommy’s vods.

Quackity Hosts JSchlatt's Funeral: Ghostbur teaches Quackity the L’Manburg anthem and Quackity writes a book, “Big Q’s Funny Hoots”, for Ghostbur’s library

DREAM SMP BUT I'M ANGRY | BadBoyHalo Stream: This is also out of character, Wilbur just talks to BBH and Puffy and its fun. He joins at like 2h21min

Quackity Prepares to Fight Technoblade This is out of character, Wilbur is just extremely drunk here and gives Quackity advice and its really funny

Fundy and Wilbur ride a strider

Fundy | Dream SMP - BEING ADOPTED (2020/11/27)

Tommy & Wilbur make Tubbo a gift and he hates it - Tommy and Ghostbur make drugs

a new home - Ghostbur is in this Techno vod

Tommy Is Trashing Technoblade's Home with Ghostbur

L'Manburg Stuff - Ghostbur and then OOC Wilbur are in this Tubbo stream. Notable lore is when Ghostbur puts on a helmet of binding for Philza during his hosue arrest. Otherwise lots of songs

#wilbur soot #BOOKMARK #KEEPING THIS

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yo ,i remember a post about sort of reverse batfam , between jason and dick , can you do the headcanons about under the red hood please

yes yes yes yes yes and another yes to top it all off. i really really love the idea, and i love under the red hood in general so thank u so much for suggesting this :) like i spent all day brainstorming (probs shoulda been studying but shhhhh) diff headcanons so i’m pretty excited to write it out. also so the timeline with this is a little tight ig?? i really wanted to include tim as bruce’s new sidekick with dick in the middle of his fallout with bruce but again a lil too tight so we’re just gonna have rebellious dick for now and i also haven’t watched death in the family so i’m basing this purely off of under the red hood :) (oh and fuck dick’s hair in the movie oh my god i’m ignoring that it even exists i’m so sorry)

dick is 17 on the cusp of hitting 18 and he’s so fucking sick of batman. every conversation of theirs was leading to a screaming match where each one tries to push their opinion as fact. it was getting messy and soul crushing at this point, and dick hated it. the rising action of it all was dick getting fired from robin, a role he hadn’t even been formally granted by batman yet he felt it in his power to strip him of it. he felt like a pawn in a chess game that gambled his identity and being off of the mind numbing mantra of be better. do better. faster. punch harder. follow orders. be better be better better. and dick was sick of it, so he shed the robin uniform. swallowing it like a bitter pill because he was forced to do so. but nightwing was giving him clarity as of late. the sheer rush, brilliance and exuberance of it all reminded him of when flying was a much simpler task.

however, dick had an annoyingly unwavering loyalty to protecting bruce’s (less batman then bruce. bruce was his father. batman was not. yet nowadays the man himself was forgetting who exactly was the secret identity and who the real person was.) safety and well-being, even if it meant risking another shouting round. so, once dick catches wind of batman’s whereabouts for the night, he decides to help him with Amazo etc., and dick cant help but realize how well they still mesh together when it comes to fighting. the talking part however, did not come naturally anymore. (it used to. it used to be so much easier)

now bruce, is attempting his best to keep dick out of the loop. he knows dick will furious. and dick’s temper is something not many can tame, but bruce would take the risk. he’d rather dick spit on his memory then be dead in his arms (just like jason was, blown to bits when he should’ve been in his room. safe. sleeping after studying for some test not fighting crime with him in the underbelly of Gotham city, or getting dragged along bruce’s self induced fight with the world.)

dick, of course, does not appreciate this and can very easily tell the bruce is trying to get him off the case. dick doesn’t appreciate that in the slightest, and it only makes him want to push more. to fight bruce on every detail and demand he be apart of this because that’s the only way he can get anywhere with him. it was fair to say, that the interrogation with the joker he had to force bruce into taking him too, wasn’t exactly pleasant. he watches, leaning back against the wall as batman has joker by the neck. some part of him hates himself for not being upset about this, like he’s failing his moral code in some way. but he ignores that half, and tries not to feel angry as bruce doesn’t choke joker out like the rat he is. dick wished, in the darkest parts of his mind, that he could burn joker alive, just to watch in vengeful satisfaction that the man who stole his brothers breath wither in pain. ( and watch that fucking laugh die out)

now, the confrontation goes quite similar. except dick is noticing these little things that resemble jason too much it be a coincidence. too much. he knows how jason fights, he’s sparred with him for years and used to spend countless nights in his room trying to emulate his older brothers swift and hard hitting movements in front of his mirror. he always wished he could hit as hard as jason, as dicks strength at the time was his inhuman flexiblity and professional acrobatic skills. now, when he and batman are against the red hood, fuck it doesn’t feel right to dick. it’s all too similar. it wasn’t even the bigger moves that caught his attention but the little moves in stance that screamed at him that it was his brother. he kept shutting the idea down, because if it was possible dick would have made it happen. he would’ve.

dick gets hurt in the aftermath, but bruce must be a fucking comedian if he thinks it’s going to stop him. they get into another argument, bruce talking him down to nothing and dick frustrated that bruce couldn’t see that he’s been doing this for too long to be lectured on it, and that bruce wasn’t atlas. he wasn’t responsible for the world being held up between his two hands. it simmers down to loud silence, like it always does and dick hobbles out. leaning slightly on alfred.

bruce’s hunch is eating him alive. devouring his soul and heart with a satisfying crunch, not sparing crumb. with the revelation that his son could be alive, and the Red Hood of all people, one of the first thoughts that run through his mind is that he could not tell dick. dick could never know, and will never know. it was a hushed promise, one kept inside his chest, locked like all of his unspoken words. it would crush dick, just like it was crushing bruce now. (or maybe it was because if bruce was on the fence about breaking his moral agenda, he knows that dick would hurdle over that fence. he hates that he knows this but he does. dick wears a bleeding heart on his sleeve for his family, especially for jason. this is the same boy that was set on killing zucco all those years ago before jason and him had stopped it.)

(jason’s tasting bitter green as he mulls over why the fuck dick was there. that little idiot was supposed to be at home. safe. not carrying out bruce’s destructive agenda of self proclaimed justice. he didn’t know whether to be mad at bruce or dick. because of course bruce encouraged this shit, eager to force another child soldier into the suit and send him out to die. but God, did it hurt that dick had taken bruce’s side over his even if he didn’t know it was jason. and that stung like a motherfucker. his little brother, whose fond memories were becoming hazed in a cloud of viridecent smoke, had picked bruce’s side. a little part of himself though, shy and hesitant, whispered that he had hurt dick. he had hurt his little brother and he couldn’t justify it no matter how vengeful he was. but he shoved that part aside, trying to ignore its desperate murmurs as they told him that every time he looked at nightwing or whatever the fuck his new name was, he saw his eight year old little brother smiling up at him).

dick knows that bruce thinks he’s covering his tracks well. he is but dick knows bruce, better then bruce thinks he does. so dick is slowly beginning to formulate a hunch of his own, as he spends countless nights rubbing his formerly injured leg and wondering if he really did everything he could’ve to save jason. if there was something he missed. it’s starting to gnaw away at him, until realization settles into his chest after snooping through bruce’s files. then, he’s dashing to get into uniform, giving a breathless and hasty apology to alfred. itsjasonitsjasonitsjasongogogorunrunrun

batman. red hood. bruce. jason. father. son. bruce cannot stomach the vigor in jason’s words and jason’s heart is giving out at the fact that his father won’t do this for him. to end that pathetic excuse of a fucking life, one that’s stolen from so many people, but it still wasn’t up to his moral standards limit. was jason not enough to warrant a sacrifice for the greater good. (was jason’s desperate need to feel safe of that walking nightmare not worthy to overtake any mission)

it happens in a rush. dick is swinging up to the building, the blood pumping through his ears drowning out the screams of his chest. the joker tackles batman as the timer tick tick tick’s away numbingly. suddenly, dick has kicked the joker off and has one hand over his neck while the other smothers itself over his mouth and nose. why didn’t he do this before? why didn’t he kill the thing before? it didn’t even deserve to be called human, so why would any moral standards apply to a human based code. if batman wanted to be the whole representer of pure justice, fine. he could do that. dick wasn’t though. he was going this kill piece of shit then never let go of jason as long as he lived.

suddenly, there’s a pull at the back of dick’s uniform and at the corner of his eye he catches sight of jason being pulled by bruce as well and he’s just about to call out for him when the next thing he knows a blast rockets through his ears and the world goes black.

jason was no where to be found. and bruce ends up having to shove dick into the batmobile before he lunged after the joker, after realizing jason was missing and that the joker was still alive and kicking. the argument that insues? isn’t pretty. in fact it’s their worst. dick had spun around and asked bruce, ‘who are you? batman or bruce? because im not talking to batman, i want to hear why bruce couldn’t do the one thing his son needed! i want to know why bruce thought it was going to be beneficial not to fucking tell me that my brother-Bruce, he’s my brother! that he was alive, because you thought I was gonna pull shit like this? look at that! the exact thing you tried to avoid happened, you know why? because you cannot trust me, and it blew up in your face!’

it goes on. and on. and on. there’s no resolution, or admittance to what happened. bruce simply shuts himself down, stating this wasn’t changing anything. there was a then and a now, one in which bruce harbours enough guilt to crush his shoulders.

there’s a stony resolution in dick’s voice after bruce tells him to get out with more finality to it then he’s ever said it before, when he says, “fine. batman.”

(jason replays it over and over again in his head. the batarang. bruce turning his back to him. the jokers screechy laugh eating at his mind. eruptions of pain from the crowbar. again. again. again. and dick. smothering the joker. a steely resolve in his brothers eyes he never wanted to see but was secretly glad for. it replays like a broken film in his head, cutting and chopping but creaking out the same tune.)

AHHH OK SO i def wanted to do so much more with this ugh but i really wanted it done td so excuse just how unpolished it is, i might go back with some new ideas in it, but i like where i ended it off. this is more or less the ‘detachment’ phase in dick’s relationship with bruce, as hes nearing the end of high school and cannot do this with bruce anymore (oh college is a whooole other ordeal hehe) but i think dick would be better to tim then what he canonically was to jason. (also because dick is totally not on a mission to get his brother back at all costs and fix this family, nope. not at all.), and i think dick just has a lot more anger in this too? and bitterness here ig? just because he had lost his parents, then his brother essentially, and had to deal with being the emotional support to bruce who was falling apart. it’s a heavy load, and dick is absolutely still himself, just when it comes to jason and the joker as well as his family in general, i think he has a lot more anger as well as less control yk? (oh also i have him less in blüdhaven in this lil thing just bc like he’s still in highschool and is in this weird phase with bruce that hes fired etc., but is now yk fully going into the, ‘i’m not speaking to you anymore’ part. SOO THATS IT FOR THAT THANK YALL SO SOOOO MUCH FOR READING UR KINDA ALL THE BEST TBH AND TYSM FOR THE SUGGESTION AGAIN THIS WAS HELLA FUN :)!!

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lost-in-interwebs · 3 years

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Unique weapon or outfit for the ask game?

oh god thank you so much my mind is brewing. Outfits are so much easier for me to design than weapons but im gonna really think about it. Just gonna do my fallout nv ocs for now.

Bunny - I think her gift weapon would be a pearl grip throwing knife along with her old collection of throwing knives. She'll even teach you a knife trick to get it to spin and land. As for an outfit, I was thinking she hands you off an old fur shoulder cape she had been saving. It's not her great grandmother's one. That one is too precious. Her grandmother's on the hand...

"You look awful, let me fix you up. I can't be caught dead walking around with someone looking like that."

13 - Now depending on which route you take with her, she can be the gifted weapon or she gives you a ripper that mysteriously finds its way back into your pocket, fully restored after it breaks or if you drop it. Another weapon I thought of was a a pair of spiked knuckles that does ungodly amount of damage. 13 only has a few easy to carry and conceal weapons and the rags on her back so I don't think she has an outfit she can give you.

"Hey... Thanks for everything you've done for me... I want you to have these... to stay safe."

Carmen - I haven't talked about Carmen a lot due to lack of research I have for her background. She is my independent Vegas courier. I think she would give you a really cool hat. A fine black leather with a copper band accented with large turquoise stones. It would give you Charisma with locals, but none with politicians or big players in the Mojave. Thinking if a unique weapon for her is hard because I haven't fleshed out her story enough to really figure out what she would feel more comfortable using. Maybe a cool pistol or rifle.

"Never forget the little guy. I hope this helps you remember that from time to time..."

Monika - Monika's outfit gift would be a pair of ballet slippers and training that would help the Courier with their stealth. I also cannot think of a unique weapon for her as I haven't fleshed her out yet. She's very intelligent but very sheltered so her weapons handling isn't proficient in the beginning. She's much better with getting you into places with her clout or stealth skills.

"1, 2, 3... Bring your knee up higher. You really gotta stretch before these sessions if you want to keep up. 1, 2, 3..."

Camille - She's grown up around weapons and gold all of her life. Her outfit has to be custom grills. A nice pair of gold teeth for dazzling the Mojave. As for the weapon, she gives you this special plasma caster that shoot concentrated bullets that seep into your targets skin and disintegrates them into goo from the inside. Its terrifying. She loves it. Obviously didn't make the formula (she beat up some gun runner geek for it), but the gun is all her, babey!

"They won't see this coming, I can tell you that!"

Cornelia - Legion priestess turned spy turned courier turned spy. I really have not fleshed her out and maybe make a new Legion character all together, but she's wiggled her way into my brain. I think her gifted weapon would be a serrated Machete. I don't think she would have an outfit to give. She has nothing frivolous like that. Maybe she could give you something that was tied way way back to her village before Caesar came, but again she needs research.

"Inspiration from Mars struck me in the night and I was compelled to make this for you. A weapon for Caesar's mighty purpose. Use it well."

Shiloh - I never thought Shiloh would be a companion. They always struck me as an NPC you would talk to so a weapon for them would be hard. Probably a switchblade called Lover Boy. However, Shiloh is a proficient tailor. He can probably sew concealed armor rigging to fancy and casual clothes with upgrades. You just need to bring them the materials like bulletproof vests and other armor pieces. Shoulder pads made of old power armor on this suit? You got it. A fancy rattle snake bullet belt? You got it? Nightstalker cap? You got it. I think if you did a series of quests for him you could get a really high end outfit for yourself to go into Vegas. Maybe they even offer you to wear something nice of theirs the first time you go in to show off their handiwork.

"This looks lovely... Lift your arms a little? I want to see how it bunches. Tch. I know it will be hidden by the armor piece, but what if you take it off? I won't have you go out looking like a mess in one of my originals."

Cantil - Finally!!! A name for the Viper oc! Maybe it will stick, maybe it won't. Absolutely first off the bat is the weapon. She will offer you a choice of a bow and arrows laced with potent poison (Aptly named Elder Killer) or a machete laced with venom. As for the outfit she will give you a leather jacket adorned with bones. You've been more kin to her than her old Viper members.

"The Vipers are dying... You don't always have to use them, but... Keep the tradition alive for me. Teach your children so that they may teach theirs. Never let the Vipers die out in memory."

Poppi - A placeholder name that I actually really like. She was also supposed to just be an NPC that was friends with Monika and Camille from old school days. I really cannot think of anything for her yet as I need to expand her character, but I figured I'd announce her anyways. Maybe she gives you the special suit her and her father wears with the poppy flower?

Damarcus - A placeholder name for Monika's twin brother. It just struck me as I was making this. He is my other NCR courier. So for his outfit I think he would make you a special kind of leather armor that has spike adornments and is more powerful than leather and metal armor, but keeps you quiet. But that's really all I can think of for him

#this is so fun and has helped pass so much time at work #thank you do much for asking this #falloutfun #bunny #13 #monika #camille #carmen #cornelia #shiloh #cantil #viper oc #c #poppi #fallout oc #damarcus #cr #long post

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No one asked and no one will probably read but here’s songs that remind me of some of my most beloved hypmic boyos (Yes I wrote this at five am and I was being biased) Alert this is very long and shitty don’t read if ya don’t wanna get a brain rot and I advise you not to break your mind before 2nd drb.

Bonus up top:

All Stars + Kotonohoto:

- This Is The Moment - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

CLASSIC LOVE IT KEEP GETTING DRB VIBES

- I’m Ready - AJR

THIS IS LIKE DIVISION ALL STARS VS KOTONOHOTO

Yotsutsuji:

- Three Thirty - AJR

IM NOT SURE ABOUT THIS ONE AT ALL but since he’s a character that we never really got to understand and analyze, or maybe the fact that he was put falsely into his comatose state pains me.

“You start thinking about the clock ticks, you get nervous, you start stressing, so how am I supposed to fit this, in three minutes, and thirty seconds?”

“Listen to my aching heart. Quick before you skip the song. We are human after all. And we. Don’t. Stay. For. Long”

Naughty Dialogue/MCD +:

- Bang - AJR

JUST LOVE THE VIBE

“I’m way too young to lie here forever (IchiKuko) I’m way too old to try so whatever (SamaSasa) so come hang! We’ll go out with a bang!”

- Partners in crime - ft. Ash Costello

The vibe too! Idk I really like it!

- A Bud Like You - AJR

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH IT FITS THEM EVEN MORE HELL YES

Naughty Busters:

- Rope - Kulick

“I keep slipping on down but I can’t let go yet”

Pain

- Kids In The Dark - All Time Low

“They left us alone, the kids in the dark, to burn out forever or light up a spark, we come together, state of the art, we’ll never surrender, so let the the world sing”

More pain but cute

Mad Comic Dialogue:

- I’m Not Ok - Weathers

HHHHH THIS SONG IS ONE OF MY FAVES

“IM JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE FUCKED UP LIKE EVERYONE ELSE”

- Weak - AJR

“But I’m weak, and what’s wrong with that? Boy oh boy I love it when I fall for that” (fall for each other those Lil gay boiz)

- Broken -lovelytheband

“I like that you’re broken broken like me, maybe that makes me a fool?” (sasa)

“I like that you’re lonely lonely like me, I could be lonely with you” (sama)

“There’s something tragic, but almost pure, think I could love you, but I’m not sure” (sama)

“It’s something wholesome, it’s something sweet, tucked in your eyes that I’d love to meet” (sasa)”

- Rose Colored Boy - Paramore

Y e s

- Sober Up- AJR

“Hello hello, I’m not where I’m supposed to be, I hope that you’re missing me, cuz it makes me feel young”

*Cries in SamaSasa*

“Won’t you help me sober up? Growing up had made me numb, and I wanna feel something again. Won’t you help me sober up? All the big kids say I’m drunk and I wanna feel something again. Won’t you help me feel something again... how’s it go again?”

“And I wanna feel something again. I just wanna feel something again. (My favorite color is you)”

“Can I finally feel something again?”

*Cries in SamaSasa again*

Otome (I’m so in it for her):

Dollhouse - Melanie Martinez

Just. Her backstory. Shit.

Fling Posse:

- TMD (Talk Me Down) - R & R

This song just reminds me of the overall relationship between fling posse! I’d make an edit but I’m lazy and sad

- It’s On Us - AJR

(Honestly AJR is my emotional anchor and it’s obvious)

“It’s not your fault you don’t feel safe it’s not your fault so don’t take blame (no it’s on us)”

“We can try together, make it right together, we can fight together, it’s on us, though your trust is stolen, though your heart is broken, you are never broken, it’s on us”

“We know what we need to do we’ll be there it’s not on you”

Now da main course:

Samatoki Aohitsugi:

- Karma - AJR :

THAT PART WHERE ITS LIKE “Where the hell is the karma?” HNGGG

- Can I Get a Witness - Sonreal :

OKAY hear me out:

“I fell in love with you cuz you made me feel, I fell in love with you cuz you kept it real, but you changed up on me, you changed your flow, and now I’ve been hating on you every where I go”

BASICALLY YEAH AND THE REST OF THE SONG TOO

- Honest - Nico Collins

No comment...

- Middle Finger - BOHNES

Oh god I love this song

“But I refuse to let you make me feel like I can’t fly, not only will I soar again, I’ll own the fucking sky”

“Livin like a riot, setting off the sirens, fists are clenched I’m fighting, soul has been ignited, ain’t got time for dying, I’m too busy thriving, more than just surviving, heart is beating violent”

And just so much more, this song reminds of his spirit that no matter how many times it’s been broke down just won’t give up, and I love it

- Little Poor Me - Layto

“I tried hard you know I care, I care, I care, just a little poor me, just a little poor me”

The way he protected what he loved with all his heart, Sasara and Nemu, yet, he still lost them at the end.

Jyuto Iruma:

The Car - Nightly

Idk why it fits him—the feel of it I guess

Ramuda Amemura (maNy but I chose):

- Rabbit Hole - AViVA

Gives me the feel where he drags people down with him but wants to escape

- Hypnotized - AViVA

I DONT EVEN GOTTA FUCKIN SAY IT

“Can’t you see you’re hypnotized? Locked inside those eyes. Now don’t you go out at night, you’ll end up hypnotized”

“Look into my eyes find it so appealing look into my eyes send your body reeling, now you’re hypnotized, drag you down down down”

Gentaro Yumeno:

- The Way - Layto

Not so sure about this one—but

“New Speak, show and tell, this will be my hardest sell, wise men, always say, sadness raps in golden plate”

Reminds me of how he was bullied and unsocial in school, also how his care takers were elders and made him happy

- 100 Bad Days - AJR

“A 100 days made a hundred good stories, a 100 good stories make me interesting in parties”

NSJSBSJJSISS LISTEN IT F I T S

Dice Arisugawa:

- Disaster Party - MAGIC GIANT

FUCKIN-THIS SONG IS SO DICE STFU AND

“You’re a brave heart, but you’re broken, and an Angel, but you’re choking”

THIS REMINDS ME OF HOW DICE SILENTLY ACKNOWLEDGES GENTARO AND RAMUDA BUT DOESNT PUSH INTO THEIR BUSINESS! WHAT A GOOD BOY WE HAVE oh and

“Throw away all your money” hhhhh

- I’m Not Famous - AJR

Reminds me oh how he could have been literal royalty but decided to say fuck it

Hifumi Izanami:

- Echo - Crusher-P

We don’t talk about why I link this to fumi

- Oh oh and there’s this part in Parents - Yungblud, “Hi nice to meetcha! Got nothing to believe in! So tell me when my breathing, stops-“ idk it reminds me of his phobia and past

- Make you Mine - Public The Band

HHHH HES SOFT BBY OKAY

Doppo Kannonzaka:

- Isolate - SubUrban

“Segregated, situated, hanging on, sophisticated, liberated, nauseated, I just want my medication, individuality and blue lights give me headaches, I’m not changing for the better, I’m just changing clothes on weekends”

Need I say more?

- Come Hang Out - AJR

I personally love this one

“Come hang out cuz you’re outta your mind, you’re working so damn hard, you forgot what you like, come hang out, don’t you leave us behind. But, I’ll be there next time”

“Come hang out cuz you’re missing your life”

“Should I go for more clicks this year? Or should I follow the click in my ear?”

I feel like this song is from everyone who cares about him which is also me—

Jyushi Aimono/Hitoya Amaguni:

- Crybaby - Melanie Martinez

ABSOLUTELY NOT SHIPPING but the part where it’s like

“I look at you and I see myself”

Makes me cry because I remember how Hitoya lost his brother to bullying then you have Jyushi so he wants to help the little boy live his life and achieve his goals, unlike his brother, sadly

Sasara Nurude:

- My Play - AJR

Fucking. Just watch the official vid. That’s all. It’s about parent divorce and slaps.

“When I show you my play, will you pretend you didn’t know, if I make a mistake? It’s gonna get really really really really bad, before it’s okay. But maybe you’ll forget it all, while you’re watching my play”

- Rose Colored Boy - Paramore

OHH BOY I WROTE A WHOLE FIC ABOUT THIS ON WATTPAD

- Istanbul (Not Constantinople)

FUNNY FUNNY SONG CLOWN LIKE FUNNY FUNNY

Rei:

- Hushh - AViVA

Fucker got one.

“Hush Hush, keep your pretty mouth shut, hush hush, lose your inhibitions”

- This Ain’t A Scene It’s An Arms Race - Fallout boy

Like HeLL.

“Fitting you with Weapons in the form of words, and don’t really care which side wins, as long as the room keeps singing that’s just the business I’m in”

“I’m not a shoulder to cry on, I digress, I’m a leading man, and the lies I weave are so intricate, oh so intricate”

If you read this then congratulations why the fuck did you waste your time

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #badass temple #mcd #mad comic dialogue #buster bros #fling posse #matenro #matenrou #mad trigger crew #dotsuitare hompo #kotonohoto #naughty busters #party of words

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