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vendettavalor · 22 days

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@tacticalvalor said: “ why do you trust me? ” -> from a pre-ship luna to tanner, we are so back babey (for a thread, mayhaps)

⚔️ Memes for That Specific Brand of Ship // CLOSED ⚔️

The question should surprise Tanner. If he were any normal person, surely it would. Then again, if he were a normal person this situation wouldn't be happen. Luna Youngman, former employee of the New York District Attorney's Office and head of the local community crime watch program, wouldn't be sitting here in a dark basement loosely tied to a chair and with 4 grams of midazolam currently being chased out of her system by pure adrenaline. Nothing about this situation was normal, least of all Tanner.

All the same, the young man straightens up with a proud smile, chirping as he adjusts his tie.

"As I said before, Luna--" her name is punctuated with a cadence that borders on sweet, almost adoring. "I'm very impressed by your work. Humble as you are, your skills are well-honed and you are a very driven and determined young woman. You saw that your employers weren't taking the grievances you were putting forth seriously, and so you decided to take matters into your own hands. You set up your own dedicated crime watch program and took it upon yourself to painstakingly sift through each and every report yourself, finding evidence and submitting reports you felt were serious and needed further review in spite of the fact that it wasn't getting you anywhere with your main objective. Even still, you persevered. You believe in what you're doing with such passion."

He speaks so candidly, almost reminiscing on the fact that he's been watching her every move. Like jumping in front of her cameras and breaking into her home and watching her scroll through pages upon pages of reports was some memory rich with nostalgia for him to look back upon and not a terrifying experience for her to live through. He looks as though he might melt, his cheeks rosy and squished by a wide, toothy grin. Then, his attention snaps back to her.

"It's disheartening to see all that dedication, that spirit, going to waste. All that effort you put in being neglected. So, I've decided to reward you. After all this time, you've worked so hard." He waves the folder filled with papers around briefly, before tossing it forward onto the table before her. "I know from watching you for so long that you're capable of handling this information. Even with your little bleeding heart! You've spent so long searching for the Blueblood Killer, and now, you can finally find him. With this!"

#// LET'S FUCKIGN GOOOOOOO J.AY'S BACK!#// look at this fuckin dude-#ask : is this what you wanted #closed starter : now i escape to a world here with you #mutual : all of my best friends #tacticalvalor #( cm : tanner grayton the doctor )#( v : tba )

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fictionkinfessions · 1 year

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In response to someone with a kin from "Welcome to the Game" Hi! I'm a non-canon Luna Youngman from Scrutinized. Nice to see someone else from the same series/game universe! #💡💻☕

#fictionkinfessions #💡💻☕#ask response #mod party cat!

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ninjawarrior100 · 3 years

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Tanner or Frank?

#tanner #tanner grayton #scrutinized tanner #tannersimps #scrutinized #scrutinizedtannersimps #luna youngman #frank subway surfers #subway surfers #series #animation #horror #vs #cool #character art #Fanart #fan

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kumquats-are-gay · 3 years

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[Please tap on mobile if image quality is being poop, lol]

I’m sorry but Tanner is a grade A creep and he would 100% break in and watch you sleep. Like he has definitely done so with Luna and nobody can convince me otherwise. Just keeps a ‘lil sedative on hand in case she wakes up and catches him in the act :^)

Sorry in advance; this is kinda fucked up 😬

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i-love-bonchon-chicken · 3 years

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#fanart #scrutinized #luna youngman #tanner grayton

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busted-puppet · 3 years

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me actually doing a background? (im attempting ;;-;;)

#wip #my artwork #scrutinized luna #scrutinized tanner #tanner grayton #luna youngman #scrutinized

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tacticalhimbo · 1 month

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hiii here's a work in progress. it's my iteration of luna from scrutinized (wttg / reflect studios) 💕

do you care her? 🥺

#txt #pic #my art #work in progress #wttg #scrutinized #luna youngman #also it's a more casual fit okay she is a fashion icon. to me.

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officalicestrawberryfreeze · 4 years

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Day 5

You sat with your fingers tented, eyes closed as Luna told you that your newest doctor was - in fact - the man creeping in people's yards. It's been a good two months since Tanner [That was his name. He made sure Luna knew that.] woke her up in the middle of her sleep, drugged her, dragged her to some basement, then willingly hand her the documents that would lead her to the Blue Blood Killer. The detective said it so calmly like he wasn't harassing her for months before then.

"You sound like good ole pals," you hissed. You couldn't help but think back to this morning. A doctor wanting to see you right on time was something she never saw before. Yet, the second your name was sent back was when a nurse grabbed you to bring you to a room. Seeing the smiling face of your doctor - who you now know as Tanner Grayton - didn't make you feel any better. His height was already scary enough and he seemed to make sure to use that to his advantage during your "official" meeting.

You tilted your head. With the way Luna has been describing him, he seems to be more in the scientific field with his syringes filled with experimental concoctions. Why was he acting as a doctor? He's also a wanted murderer. How does no one at the hospital know this? Or do they and are covering for him?

Luna shook her head, grabbing the folder from the filing cabinet. "Pals? Not at all. He annoyed me to no end when I was doing these cases. On top of that, that damn kidnapper would show up at the worst times." She tilted her head. "I never got the answer to if they were ever working together. Either way," she slammed the cabinet closed and plopped herself onto the couch. "I believe he's only curious to see me being friendly with someone. I've been by myself since..."

She put the pen she picked up in her mouth, the older woman slipping down further into the couch as she lost herself in the files.

Sighing, you turned on her computer and began to make your nightly quotas. The first hour were nothing but envious, jealous people making false claims and some reports were just jumping at their own shadows.

Huffing, you opened up the camera to see no other than the smiling man himself jump up into the cameras doing jazz hands at you. You bit your tongue at the scare, whipping your head to the older woman.

"Did he do this jazz hand shit with you?!" you whispered yelled at her.

She barely glanced up. "Yeah. He likes to play around with...you..." Now you had her attention. Luna quickly jumped over the couch with flashlight in hand and ran down the hallway, opening every door and going into the back two rooms fully.

Turning back to the computer, you switched the cameras to see him run off the property and into some bushes. You couldn't contain the snicker as you watched him scurry away.

He runs like a crab.

Luna came back into the living room, head swinging back and forth once more before coming to the window next to you. You heard her whisper why was he back again but you had a strong feeling that he made you his new obsession.

And you voiced that to Luna.

She glanced at you, the woman now biting on her nails. "I'm afraid you're right," she agreed with a sigh. "Why? I can't really be sure. It's not like you're after the Blue Blood Killer. You're just helping with the crime watch. There's no need to be after you."

Luna walked away, tapping her chin. "Unless he's gotten bored with...whatever he does and sees you as his newest target."

You scrunched up your nose. "He's a wanted murderer, Luna. What's stopping him from coming back to kidnap me in my sleep like he did with you?" Rubbing your temples, you thought of him having all your medical records. He could literally do anything to make your death seem like a disease. You looked up and pouted at your best friend. "I blame you."

Luna's lip quirked. "I blame myself for bringing you in this." She bent down and massaged your shoulders. " But I doubt he'll kill you."

You scoffed. "Press X to doubt?"

She rolled her eyes at you. "I have a very strong feeling. Otherwise, with the length we have been talking, we would've already been drugged."

Blinking at each other, you looked back to the camera that was showing the front yard. Tanner stood with hands behind his back, his body facing the window-

You pulled back the curtains to Tanner's ever-growing smile. He waved at the both of you cheerfully before relaxing into a slight slump. Luna looked at you and you looked at Luna. The man was still as a statue except for his eyes. They flickered from you to around the surrounding area then back to you again. Put that sequence on repeat for the next five minutes or so.

"So, I might not die tonight." You let the curtains fall back into place and turned to Luna with a smirk. "But other nights are full of surprises."

What is up with this woman pulling your ear? You both got back into the comfortable rhythm as before, one of you rotating on checking the house and checking on Tanner who stayed in the same exact spot.

Taking a small break, you stared at him. He was looking away from you, his head turned towards the street. " Doesn't he remind you of Connor?"

His head snapped back around to you.

"Who's Connor?" Luna yelled from down the hall. You held his stare as you answered her. He's an android sent by Cyberlife to help figure out why some androids were becoming deviant. There was a few seconds of silence.

You sighed. "He's from a video game, Luna."

She let out a quiet 'Oh' before sitting back on the couch. You got back to work and finished the quotas, and then some, within two hours. Checking out the window one last time, the doctor was nowhere in sight.

#thirty days of tanner #tanner x reader #tanner grayton #Luna #luna youngman #reader insert #Scrutinized #OC #Day 5

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terror-slut · 4 years

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By now, I know the layout of Luna’s house better than I know the layout of my own house.

#scrutinized #welcome to the game #wttg #tanner #horror game #luna youngman #scrutinized game

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fandomwritingbit · 2 years

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Tanner kidnapping a (fem)reader pt. 2 (mdni)

Hi! Sorry this has taken me so long. In all honesty, I was finding it hard to decide where I wanted this to go- but it’s here at last. The tone is different from the first part, ngl.

Notes: Aftermath of part one. (Fem)reader kidnapped by Tanner is trying to get herself free but that certainly ain’t going to happen.

Warnings: kidnapping. violence. needles/syringe. drugging. reference to dark themes.

The room was a whirlpool of 70s era colours when you finally came to, it was hard to make anything out, all you could focus on was the rain outside. Hard, pissing-it-down rain bouncing off tarmac, and very occasionally the sound of a car going past.

Your eyes were struggling to stay open, and it takes you much too long to remember why: you’d been drugged. Injected in the throat in your own bedroom by that psycho you’d found hiding in your cupboard. That man in the lab coat- what was his name? God, whatever he’d put in that syringe was taking a long time to wear off.

Forcing them to stay open, you try to get a look around wherever you are: its cold, that’s something, the walls and floor were dark and solid, concrete you’d have to guess. Looks like a basement. How very original. You nearly laughed at that thought, be it due to mounting hysteria, you couldn’t tell.

Training! You’ve had training for a situation like this, fuck, if only you’d paid attention. All you could remember was to stay calm. Panicking was illogical after all.

Yet it was becoming increasingly more likely, as you come into the knowledge that your hands and feet are bound to the chair you’re sitting on. At least it was tape- you’d have a shot at breaking that. You try pulling up your arms: to no avail. They weren’t moving an inch. Then it occurs to you that perhaps it’d be easier to break the feet first, then you could use your weight to break the hand bonds. And so, you kick your legs out from the chair as hard as possible on the count of three.

One. Two. Three. Instantly, you send the chair tipping back and you along with it. Your head smashes brutally against the floor.

So much for your training.

Coming to, for the second time, your head is pounding the rhythm of Toto’s Africa. You’d been put up-right again, meaning that someone else had been here. You look past the blinding headache, quickly scanning the room and your eyes land on the man from earlier.

“At last, you’re awake... I was getting worried for a moment.” The oddly handsome assailant stood before you, a small smile on his face. His coat was crumpled and dust-marked, probably from getting you up from the floor. He moved to opposite you, his hands grasping a chair in front of him. Perfectly manicured fingers tapping near silently on its back. It struck you as a nervous action. Good. You can play off nervous.

“Quite the hit to the head you took there. How’re you feeling?” He spoke with an out of place jovial infliction and you couldn't tell if he was mocking you or not.

“In pain.” You reply bluntly, “Pissed off and tied to a chair.” you add.

“Not so nice, is it?” He grinned, reminding you that if you’d got the better of him before, you can do it again. “But I’d have thought you’d know better than to throw yourself on the floor.”

He began stepping forward but upon seeing your eyes widen, he stopped midway.

“You must be worried. Realising you’re in a basement- and we all know what happens when the kidnapper gets the pretty lady in the basement.”

“Lay a finger on me and I’ll castrate you with my bare fucking hands, you sick freak.” You make your voice low and serious, eyes brimming with malice. Head tilting back with laughter, he pulls the chair closer to you and takes a seat.

“Relax. I’m only kidding, besides-” He didn’t have the time to finish before you speak again, continuing your intimidation.

“When I get out of here, I’m going to-”

“If.” He says with a shrug, causing your breath to catch in your throat. “If you get out of here, you’ll have to be a lot nicer to me for that.” You feel your face twist into a scowl. Clearly your idea of scaring him into letting you go wasn’t working.

Abruptly he stands, walking over to a table against the wall.

“You’ve not had a drink in over ten hours. You must hydrate.” You nod, quickly determining your new course of action. If you want to have the strength to get out of here, you’ll need that water.

He approaches with the glass in hand, proffering it to you when he got close enough. Though you knew it was necessary, you eye it suspiciously, he could have done anything to this after all. Seeing your suspicion, he drops his shoulders in faux exasperation.

“There’d be no sense in drugging your drink, y/n.” He reasons with an eye roll. “If I wanted you asleep, I’d just leave you and the floor to accomplish that yourself.” You grunt at the jeer, nodding your head in acceptance of the beverage. Arguing to yourself that the situation could hardly get any worse and so why not have a drink? He brought the glass to your lips and you begin drinking slowly with caution. But you quickly realise your thirst, becoming greedier and more reckless, as you drink the water, your captor mumbles, “Good... good.”

When finished, you watch him take the glass back and place it back where it came from. Again you clock how he was fidgeting, his hands playing with the hem of his coat and it occurs to you: you’d though perhaps he was nervous, that’s why he projected restlessness. In your flat he’d done the same and you’d assumed agitation the cause. But now you’re struck with the idea that maybe he was nervous or agitated because he’s impatiently waiting for someone. An article you’d read previously crosses your mind, something about a trafficking ring and his earlier comment about a ‘pretty lady in the basement’ seemed much more sinister now.

“Hey, listen uh... Tanner. right?” You internally congratulate yourself for remembering that what with your ordeal and all. “Perhaps you and I got off on the wrong foot, you have to understand why I’d be... aggressive.” Attempting a smile, you hope looks pleasant rather than a grimace, you see vague amusement flicker in his eyes. “You don't have to do this, you know? Whatever I’m digging too deep into- I’ll stop. You could take me somewhere and drop me off, cover my eyes so I don’t know where we are? And I uh wouldn’t report it! God knows it’d look bad on me anyway...” The concealed laughter in his eyes had devolved into a full-blown grin, his perfect teeth exposed at your expense. Fuck, you’d love to smash a brick through them right now.

“Why would I go through all the trouble of getting you here, just to waste more petrol undoing it all?” He giggled, dragging a chair opposite you and sitting down. “I understand your aggression, I’m sure I’d be the same way.” You try to go along with him for now smiling at his unnecessary comment. He’d sat rather close to you, close enough that you could touch him, if your hands were free...

“Why am I here?” You ask, not trying to show your thought process, a plan had occurred to you and all you needed was time.

“I have a friend, who has a problem with you, y/n. I say ‘friend’ our mutual interest in you is what brought us together. And they want to know what you know- about them.” You nod, that was something at least, something you can use. The news of this being informational gave you something to bargain with, but how he looked at you suggested that for him, maybe he was in this for something else.

“I see.”

“Your work is quite impressive, I must say. There’s not grave you won’t dig up, huh? I’ve followed you for quite some time, and it is all really admirable.” He spoke like a fan who wanted an autograph or some shit and although it had scary undertones, you sensed he was telling the truth.

You let him speak of your accomplishments a little longer, only listening as much as you had to, focus diverted on loosening your foot restraints: part 1 of your plan. But as you did so, trying to engage him as much as possible your eyelids begin to feel heavy. It must have shown, because he waved a hand slowly in front of your face, a grin spreading across his cheeks.

“Fascinating...” He murmured. You had known not to trust the drink he offered you, and you still did. The room felt velvet around you, comforting almost but to your surprise you weren’t rendered unconscious.

“I must confess I haven’t been entirely honest. What you’re experiencing now is the effect of sodium thiopental.” You looked at his hazy frame, unsure of what he wanted you to say to that.

“Truth serum?” Your eyebrows must have raised because he laughed. “Though not clinically proven, I have high hopes for it. Let’s test it, shall we?”

“How old are you, y/n?” You screw your eyes closed for a moment, trying to overcome the drug but eventually give in.

“27.”

“Good. Now where do you live?” You parrot back your information to him like you were filling out the fucking census, giving him all the answers to questions he already knew. He seemed delighted by that.

“Those were all easy questions, to test your compulsion to tell the truth, let’s try something a little more personal.” Though slightly out of it, you don’t miss the way his gaze lingered on you for a second too long. “What colour panties are you wearing, y/n?

You scowl, more than wanting to kick this weirdo’s head in but you spit your answer, “Black.”

“Wrong.” He said, making the sound of an incorrect buzzer. You lean forwards as far as your binding would allow it and look at him through your eyelashes.

“I must’ve forgotten.” You say acting the part of a flirt, voice sounding like you were twirling a strand of hair on your fingers.

He laughs and does the same, his head coming close to yours, “Perhaps you-” You cut him off by slamming you head against his hard, barely feeling the impact for the adrenaline and the sodium thing-mabob. He grasps his face in pain and taking you chance you kick his chair as hard as you can, knocking him to the ground.

“You should really pay more attention to your captives.” You spit at him, grabbing the syringe from the counter. All that stupid quizzing had given you a lot of time to wiggle your legs free, and the momentum of your standing had made easy work of the restraints on your hands.

“Stay the fuck down or I’ll-”

“What?” He shouts from the floor, blood on his hands from the cut you inflicted on his brow. He looked from it to you in disgust. “You’ll stab me? Do what you want, y/n. But it’s a 12-digit numerical code on the door. You’ll dehydrate before you get out. Laws of probability.” Whatever silly demeanour he’d had was gone, shattered when you cut his face.

“Fuck.”

#scrutinized game #scrutinized tanner #tanner grayson #fanfiction #scrutinized luna youngman #tanner x afab reader

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bunch-of-self-insert · 4 years

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I hope it's okay to ask more requests. Since Adam made Twitter accounts for everyone in the game. How would Tanner and his s/o be on social media? Like imagine him being a great boyfriend/husband taking photos of his partner. And how will the others (Luna, BlueBlood, the kidnapper) react?

Tanner

•On his social media there will be a lot of his S/O picture.

•Most of them are the picture of his S/O when they are sleeping.

•there are pictures where he is taking a selfie when he's doing housework for his S/O.

•in one hundred percent fifty of them are about his S/O and another is his hobbies like ' I am going to skinning my victim tonight 😆'

•His nickname on chat is 'Charming man with his beautiful hair'

•He tagged his S/O whenever he found an interesting bakery.

•He just wanna eat but he won't admit it, never.

•He's the best boyfriend as he described himself to everyone.

Luna

•The fuk this bastard is doing?

•Does he wants to get into trouble?

•She couldn't believe How crazy this man and his lover are.

•a SANE murderers won't take pictures of themselves, where they are, or who is in a relationship with them.

•and how the heck this one can accept the fact he's a murderer.

•Maybe both of them are insane.

•Luna sign heavily as she takes another sip of coffee.

•She's own him once, so she will ignore this account or even help to hide it from the police.

•that's all she can do for them.

•Hope you're doing good with your lover you smiled face bastard.

Kidnapper

•He's having a headache.

•Both about this fucking murderer and his lover.

•He shouldn't have to care about this but he couldn't help to wonder what's inside these two's mind?

•posting their picture together. Really? What the FUCK.

•He always knows this man is insane but. Never thought it would be this bad.

•He was also surprised too when he still found they didn't get arrested and their account is still on social media.

•Kidnapper shook his head slowly.

•Let's see how far this insane couple can go.

The Blueblood killer

•He was shocked when he saw this account, he thought it's fake.

•He remembered this man. He's the wanted murderer who loves to skin his prey and kept at as his collection.

•This man is absolutely insane.

•even he didn't dare to.

•He admires them for their courage and insane.

•he smile widely as he tagged tanner.

•'wanna go hunting together?'

•little he knows.

•Luna has been waiting for this opportunity for so long.

#scrutinized #tanner #tanner scrutinized #writing #the kidnapper #kidnapper scrutinized #luna youngman #TheBluebloodkiller #imagine #reader #tanner x reader

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