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scramble-crossing · 1 year

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i deffo agree with your entire analysis (including the questionable canon of the anime canon) and yeah for sure the original game supports this imo. for one thing i don't think that hanekoma would have supported sho even as a back-up plan if he thought that sho would've destroyed shibuya or fundamentally ruined what HANEKOMA liked about it. hanekoma considered a shibuya under sho to be better than a shibuya erased by joshua, so whatever shibuya sho would've made couldn't have been a dumpsterfire or whatever. like not saying that sho would've kept things squeaky clean or something but hanekoma considered it 'good enough to support'. hanekoma isn't exactly the best but i think that he wouldn't have picked sho if he didn't think that sho had some attachment to shibuya.

in NEO we literally see him come back to his shibuya on W3D7 to fight soul pulvis even though he could've just fucked off. yeah we have the scene of neku "convincing" him, but the dude already came back to shibuya and decided to stay to fight for his city. he also literally warned rindo about soul pulvis and about the presence of angels (the japanese version with him talking about "hyper-real" numbers is even more obvious) back on W3D4 even before neku showed up!

the wicked twisters and all of shibuya would've lost without him and his contribution to operation: awakening. period. (along with everyone else)

he learned his lesson about teamwork! when he goes to another day, he makes a fuss about "you're joining MY team" but he actively walked up to the guy signing up team members and went "hey i need a team lol" like a student asking their teacher for help getting a partner for the group project. he's gone from "not a social animal" per megumi to "zetta dig[ing]" konishi's "style" to teaming up with the WTs to protect them to understanding the value of working together in an equation for the sake of his goals

also it's worth noting that the line about only doing it for his sake is slightly different in jp. neku says that they have to get to shiba as soon as they can and says "渋谷を守るためもし力を貸してくれるなら――" (if you can lend us your strength to protect shibuya). sho interrupts him and says, "フン、俺は俺の目的のために動くだけだ" (hmph, i only work for my own goals/i do want what i want) basically, telling neku to stop telling him what to do. neku says, "それでいいよおまえも渋谷を狙ってただろ" (that's fine, since you're aiming for shibuya too, aren't you?) and then "その渋谷の崩壊は許せないよな" (shibuya's erase would be unforgivable, right?/you can't allow shibuya to collapse, can you?). so like yeah it's similar to what the english script did but it has a very different implication. here neku isn't convincing him to help but rather being like, "yeah, you'll only do what you want to do, and i know that you're going to do things that help shibuya because you're aiming for it as well." like i said, we literally see sho ALREADY have been offering rindo helpful advice before neku even showed up.

he gives the WTs tons of advice in the first week that have nothing to do with his interest in soul pulvis but rather to expand their powers. in field walk rpg he has a ton of random character dialogue about how he loves random shit in shibuya like the holographic hachiko statue (tokyu plaza) because he thinks that dogs are stylin' or how he thinks that rhythms that shake the heart (specific to him being interested in picking up music records from tower records) are as beautiful as a flawless equation or whatever. why would he want to destroy all of that? he wouldn't

he doesn't even care if other people cart away his artworks! he didn't seethe about that in the og, just made more and then walked away

i agree with him being obsessed with beauty and art and probably shibuya's. i mean the guy wanders around the phone booth of love at molco and shit trying to pick up cool pieces for his next artwork (and leaving something precious of his own in its wake, suggesting that he isn't interested in stealing shit, he just has a unique value system of exchanging items and art and stuff), makes people play Tin Pin Slammer and doesn't even participate himself but just hangs out in the crowd watching and seethes when joshua cheats him out of an interesting match, and possibly even stuck negative noise on ken doi to catch their attention about ramen given that the negative noise in W1 was all mission-related that a reaper must've put on someone (and with their relationship in another day). he's not a "good person" but people treating him like he's evil or sadistic or whatever just pisses me off. he's an arrogant asshole who, as far as we can read from the text, genuinely wants to see a shibuya full of cool art projects and sick murals like the udagawa one he likes and cool people like the WTs with their interesting UG powers and stuff.

ok thanks for listening to my essay. 3.1415926

Hey there.....it's been a couple months and I live in shame

Thank you so so much for this I absolutely LOVE your thoughts! I wanna try to respond them in as organized a way I can so I'm gonna address each point individually and in chronological order.

First of all, I 100% agree with what you've said about Hanekoma. If he wasn't able to directly remove Joshua from power even when he threatened Shibuya's very existence, and instead had to approach him in an extremely tedious and roundabout manner by guiding Neku when he could and using Sho as a sort of half-proxy, there's no way he would've shoved a dangerous or otherwise incompetent person into the Composer's seat and forced himself to repeat this whole process weeks later once Sho had a grip on Shibuya. Like you said, "hanekoma considered a shibuya under sho to be better than a shibuya erased by joshua," and that means something coming from a person who belongs to a class of beings who willingly "purify" cities that do not live up to their standards. It's not impossible to think that if Hanekoma thought Sho unfit and saw no other alternative, he would've come to see Shibuya as a lost cause and let it fall, preferring a dignified end over allowing it to rot and fester as a shell of its former self. Granted, he doesn't exactly sing Sho's praises. He certainly seems to view him as being convenient over an actual good candidate for the position. However, regardless of the fact that Hanekoma's criteria seems to be "the biggest, most unlikable freak in the UG," I think my previous point still stands. Would Sho have been a good Composer? Impossible to know for sure, but if nothing else we can extrapolate from what we understand of Hanekoma's values that he would've at the very least safeguarded Shibuya against erasure and kept it intact enough to still be worthy of existence in the eyes of some very, very picky Angels. And this is saying something when Joshua refers to Shibuya as being a massive influence on the world around it, so much so that he fears it corrupting other sectors of the UG. To put it simply, maybe Sho just passed the bar when it came to Hanekoma's standards, but that bar was set extremely high. Also! Just in case anyone mentions it, while Hanekoma saying that he relied on Sho's attachment to Shibuya is exclusive to the anime, technically speaking it's canonical that NEO is a sequel to the anime rather than the game. It's still very much relevant to Sho's character in NEO, if not his character in the original game...

Which leads right into your next points! Just for a moment, I want to jump to what you said about the japanese version of the game because I find it extremely interesting. That's SUCH a different implication from what we get in the english version!! Whereas we're given more of a sense that Neku is corralling Sho into working with him and the rest of the Wicked Twisters on the basis that he can't be Composer without a city to rule, basically using his preexisting goal to try to get him to adopt a new one, that of saving Shibuya, here he's saying that he knows that Sho already has a goal of saving Shibuya. It's less "Look here asshole, you have to save Shibuya because you can't be Composer without it," and more "You and I both know that you want to save Shibuya, so stop being so stubborn and help us out already!" Yes it's subtle, but personally I think it lines up better with the version of Sho that's put forward by the anime's ending, and, perhaps more importantly, lends better to interpretations of Sho's motivations In english, it reads closer to "Sho wants to be the Composer -> therefore he must save Shibuya. In japanese, it can more easily be read as "Sho wants to save Shibuya -> Ergo, he clearly cares about Shibuya -> Sho wants to be the Composer because he cares about Shibuya. Again, it's minor stuff, but the japanese version, I feel, more obviously connects his motives with his actions, presenting him helping to save Shibuya as a natural result of his affection for the city instead of it being an obstacle in his way or a diversion from his ambitions. It's really a shame that this nuance is lost in the english version. Sho is already kind of a mess in the fact that it can be difficult to discern what the writers are trying to do with him. He's built up as a persistent and deadly threat all throughout twewy only to be unceremoniously killed off in a scene that feels more like a bit than an actual serious story beat. Neo's promotional material paraded him as a core character in the protagonist's group, and yet he ends up being booted out 1/3 of the way into the story and made unplayable until post-game. He is one of the most integral characters to the plot, and yet what, in the end, does he have to show for it? Nothing! He leaves the secret ending having returned to the exact same position he was in at the start of the first game, at the exact same level of power, still gunning to take on the Composer. It feels like he's being used as sequel-bait in a series where it took 14 years to make another game, not to mention the fact that the last time something interesting was implied to be happening to him, A.K.A A New Day where he was positioned to become Neku's partner, that plot thread was dropped hard and absolutely nothing came of it. I'm not saying he's been completely abandoned by the narrative. He's definitely shown to have improved as a person since the events of the first game, and I love that! I love his cryptic mentor/moderately shit big brother arc and the fact that Neku, Mr. Twewy himself, is willing to put his faith in him. But to me at least it feels like he's being underutilized, especially in comparison to characters like Beat, who I love, but who certainly didn't need as much as he got in neo given that he had a totally satisfactory arc by the end of the first twewy. Sho is perfect for a redemption arc that's reminiscent of Neku's while still being unique and complex, one that would fit seamlessly with twewy's themes of growth and the necessity of human connection. If we ever get another twewy game and this is exactly what happens I will kiss neo on the lips for being the PERFECT in-between phase and kick-off for this arc, but I mean...it's twewy. Waiting for another game to complete his storyline is like pushing Sho off a cliff with nothing to catch him but a prayer and the world's shittiest little kiddy pool. Also the hose that's trying to fill it with water is clogged by a giant knot in the shape of mickey mouse ears.

But I've gotten sidetracked. Mostly because it's been so long that I totally forget the post that spurred this ask in the first place. I might be stupid. But honestly I think you've already put it perfectly. I'm especially grateful for the info on the field walk rpg because it's something I know very little about. I'm glad Sho got to have a fun day out with his child soldiers/teenage besties :] Overall, it's absolutely true that Sho is a very morally complex character. I tend to dislike labels like "good person" vs "bad person" because it leaves little room for nuance, something that this series is chock-block full of. The idea that Sho is an utterly selfish and sadistic individual who can never truly change irks me because it's so antithetical to the messages of this series, "Anyone can change for the better," and, "By letting others in, approaching their different worldviews and values with genuine, good faith, and by extending compassion towards each other, we make the world a better place for both ourselves and the people around us." Sho is doing this. It may be with baby steps, but it's clear from his interactions with the Wicked Twisters, as well as his enthusiasm for art that is not his own whereas before he expressed disdain for any artistic vision that wasn't his, that he is making an effort to be better and allowing these experiences to change his worldview. If he is never extended the same narrative reward that other characters are shown for this exact same kind of growth, if he is instead trapped in this cycle of scratching and clawing and desperately yearning for some sense of divinity only to crash fantastically, met with violence and isolation and the loss of the few, good things he's managed to scrape out of life...well that'd be pretty miserable, I think.

#maybe this is a liiiittle bit of a mess but oh my god. this has been in my drafts for way too long #I would've added screenshots and maybe I will come back and do that eventually? especially for things like josh's comment on shibuya #I dont see it brought up much to the point where Im a bit worried I hallucinated it...#anyways this has been another episode of 'fable makes a sho analysis and gets totally sidetracked by her bitterness over his neo arc'#EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED. AND ALL HE DID WAS END UP IN THE EXACT SAME PLACE #I CANT IMAGINE A WORSE WAY TO LEAVE OFF HIS CHARACTER. QUITE POSSIBLY FOREVER #biting and scratching and mauling and killing #its past midnight #real talk do not trust anything i say about minamimoto after midnight. we get a little silly about it #idk what im saying anymore. yeah lets post it #asks #minamimoto

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silversupremacy · 10 months

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silver spoon and cabby on s3 final episode as the final two (they are the most aggressive players who refuse to loose)

I want it to be like s1 where everyone's in the stands watching this cat fight

#maow #text #gif #shaking tw #everyone jsut like cheering because they love violence #'cabby would win easy' ok but silver was put up against a bear and didn't die #like sure he got beat up but the fact that it didn't instantly maul him to death #'ok but he's metal' so is cabby so they're jsut gonna be at a standstill biting and scratching #just going for the THROAT ready to KILL #anxiety mania is a hell of a drug ok

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sataneatsme · 9 months

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so sick of detransitioners thinking they get to speak for the trans community

"it was a phase for me so it must be a phase for everyone else" SHUT UPPPPP

#biting you scratching you killing you mauling you #draven.txt

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moonssugar · 2 years

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i hate disney

#i want to vomit.#biting killing scratching maiming mauling killing biting #i wanna kill disney with my bare hands #doctor who #anti disney

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bukuoshin · 2 years

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Me: I don't like Teo that much, lol

Me, as soon as day 48 happens: Actually, I would kill for Teo. And I'm starting with YOU.

#rae rants #the ssum #I'm sooooo. Mad. lol #the human mind is so weird... like isnot real. isnot. but ooooh. OOOOOOH.#KILL.jpg #bite kill attack scratch scratch scratch bite maul KILL #like at most I've been like 'oh I wanna pat his head.' but thats it.#... did i ever even mention i was playing the ssum? i am. i like it. turns out.#like. i'm like twenty minutes away from writing smth for the canals w/ yandere mc. cuz. see above.#but i wont. unless things continue on this path. maybe. possibly. dont quote me on that.

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buckttommy · 1 year

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the last few days before paycheck when there's no food in the house are literally the worst days of my life. btw

#girl i'm literally about to kill a man. im fucking hungry !!!!!!!!!!#KILL KILL SLAUGHTER MAIM BITE MAUL SCRATCH KILL #tbd

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lilypadeater · 5 months

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Pretty Girl

Rick Grimes x Fem!Reader

Summary- You're one of Hershel's daughters and you snuck out from the farm to scavenge an abandoned town. Rick finds you and saves you, but things don't end there. Unedited

Content Information: +18, mdni, Cussing, p in v, plot, smut, unprotected, oral f!receiving, age gap (early 20 and early 40s), some gore/violence from killing walkers, flirting, teasing, angst, fluff, comforting, making out, this ones for the girls with daddy issues

This took forever so I really appreciate interaction

The sound of snarls and hisses filled your ears as you desperately searched through the looted store. A few walkers were scratching at the glass door of the store, trying to get inside to devour you.

You had put yourself in this situation after getting into an argument with your father. You were angry about how he abandoned you and your sisters after the mass slaughter at the barn. No matter how many meaningless apologies he gave you, you were still filled with anger and betrayal. 'How could he just leave us and drink away his sorrows?' In order to blow off some steam, you foolishly decided to sneak out and head into town alone in search of supplies. You were being rebellious and productive at the same time.

What you didn't expect was the amount of walkers you'd run into. You left in the afternoon with a fully loaded gun, and now you only had two bullets left and a measly knife. Aside from the fact that it was almost sun down, you were trapped inside a store with the only way out being blocked by walkers. There was no way you’d be able to fight your way out of this unless you found something useful in the emptied store, which was practically impossible. The groans of walkers were accompanied with the sound of the glass doors and windows cracking, like a twisted countdown to your death.

Your desperate search and fight for life was interrupted by the sound of shooting and slashing. Your head shot up from the empty shelves and toward the glass windows and doors. The walkers were getting mauled by someone much stronger and better equipped than you.

The windows and doors were covered in walker remains, impairing your view outside. You had two choices. Wait for the psycho killer outside to come find you in the store and end up like the walkers, or use this distraction as an opportunity to escape the store. Choosing the second option was your only chance at survival.

Glass and bloody remains crunched under your boots as you burst through the doors. Your eyes landed on the person killing all the walkers and you came to a screeching halt. It was Rick, the leader of the group living on your farm.

He had finished killing all the walkers and glared at you with his sharp blue eyes. "Are you fuckin' crazy?" He hissed, poison dripping from his voice as he stormed towards you. "You could've gotten yourself killed out here. You got any scratches or bites?"

Your stared at him with your mouth agape, still trying to process what had just happened. He was covered in blood and his eyes were still filled with bloodlust as he stared you down. "No," you weakly responded.

“Drop your weapons.” His southern drawl was getting more prominent the angrier he got. Your heart was racing and you complied, dropping your gun and knife. His face went from an anger to disbelief. “Is that a fucking kitchen knife?” He asked with a condescending tone and looked at you scornfully. You felt your face heat up with embarrassment and a lump form in your throat.

The sadness you felt from the fight with your father, nearly getting eaten by walkers, the massacre in front of you, and Rick's anger all hit you like a ton of bricks. Your eyes spilled with tears and you began to sob. "I'm so sorry," you managed to whimper out. It was humiliating to cry like this in front of him, but you couldn't help it. He sighed and wrapped his arm around you.

You leaned into his touch and hugged him tightly, ignoring the blood and burying your face into his neck. "Calm down, baby. It ain't the end of the world." His voice was soft and he ran his hand up and down your back in an effort to soothe you.

You couldn't help but smile at his words. "It feels like it is." You sniffled.

He gently cupped your face as you peered up at him through your soaked lashes. "It's not. You're still alive, it's not over yet." His whisper brought warmth to your heart and you snuggled into him. When you looked up from his chest, his lips were merely inches away from connecting with yours.

His words and closeness made your stomach flutter. You felt yourself lean into him and kiss him on his lips. He passionately kissed you back and held your head in place. His mouth tasted like liquor and cigarettes, it made his kiss even more addicting. Gasping for air, you both pulled away.

You both had been so lost in the moment and didn't realize it was almost dark out. The sun had fully set and the walkers were much more prolific at night.

"We gotta leave right now." Rick stated with urgency and concern when he observed his surroundings. He picked your gun up from the floor and pocketed it before he guided you toward his car. His arm was wrapped around your waist and the warmth contrasted the cold air surrounding you.

There were a few walkers Rick had to kill on your way to the car. He slaughtered them with ease and no hesitation. Your father had always told you that the walkers were still people, but after seeing how they desperately tried to kill you, doubt formed. Rick's effortless killing made him even more irresistible to you.

As you both approached the car, he opened the passenger door. He closed the door behind you and made his way towards the drivers seat. He started the car and the alarm immediately went off. "Fuck!" He swears as he tries to get it to stop. Even more panic sets in as walkers begin to crowd the car, banging on it. The darkness made it impossible to find the wire for manually shutting off the car alarm, leaving no other option but to abandon the car before more walkers showed up. He turned to you and commanded, "Wait here for me, okay doll?" You try to fight back your fear as you nod. He exits the car and you can't make out what's happening outside. The flashes of the headlights briefly illuminate enough to catch a glimpse.

The sound of snarls and thrashing give you a rough idea, but you are snapped out of your focus when the passenger door is yanked open. Your jump out of your seat as Rick quickly pulls you out . Without a word, you follow him as you both run back into the town. Many walkers had crowded the car, but Rick was able to kill enough of them for an escape. More showed up and tore the car apart as you continued running, some were even following you.

Rick spotted an abandoned connivence store and motioned for you to follow him inside. Almost everything in the store had already been raided, besides a few miscellaneous products like stuffed animals and keychains. The empty shelves were covered in dust and some had fallen over, but there were no signs of danger. Both of you stayed silent as you looked around and inspected the store. You decided to break the silence and whisper, "The employee area might be safer," as you point to a door behind the register.

He nods in agreement and carefully walks behind the register. He knocks on the door to check for walkers. As soon a he did, snarls and scratching against the door could be heard. He huffs in annoyance and turned to you. "There's only two in there, I can hear it." He whispered and got his hunting knife out. You stood a few feet away and cautiously watched as he slightly opened the door and dug his knife into the skull of one of them. He repeats the process for the second one before fully opening the door and looking inside. "It's clear, come on."

You walk next him and peered inside. There were some supplies and two sleeping bags. The people who had lived there were most likely the walkers Rick just killed. You scrunch your nose in disgust when the stench of rotting flesh hits your nose. "It smell disgusting in here." You blurted out.

"These two were rotting in there with the door closed. We'll let it air out for a bit, but this is the safest place we have right now. Plus, it's got sleeping bags." He explained as he grabbed one of the walkers and dragged it further away from the room. You reached down to grab the second one and drag it, but Rick quickly stopped you. "A pretty girl shouldn't have to touch corpses" he jested with a dumb grin on his face. You rolled your eyes and felt a smile form on your face.

"So charming." You teased and walked into the room. It was a small break room that those two people had made into a shelter. A large table with some chairs, presumably the lunch table, took up most of the space in the room. There were a couple cans of food and some hunting tools laying around, nothing special. The sleeping bags Rick mentioned were rolled up in the corner. The nighttime breeze had cleared the room of its stench. You felt your nerves calming down and remembered the kiss you shared with Rick. Your body flinched when Rick's arms snaked around your waist from behind. "You scared me" you whined and turned around to face him.

"M'sorry, you're just so adorable." He whispered while looking down at you hazily. You felt a pool of warmth between your legs as you tilted your gaze up to him. His hand traveled from your lower back to your ass. Your lips connected and he squeezed your thigh, making you gasp and let his tongue explore your mouth. Whimpers escaped your mouth as his hand slid in between your thighs and created friction against your clothed clit. He pulled away from the passionate kiss and slurred out, "Y'gotta be quiet, baby. Understand?"

Your mind was clouded with lust as you nodded your head. "I'll be quiet." You purred and watched as he shut the door. He stood in front of you as you leaned against the table, looking up at him. His hands wrapped around your hips and slid your pants off before pushing you onto the table.

He got onto his knees and pulled your soaked panties to the side. His other hand covered your mouth in efforts to muffle the whines you made as his tongue teased your pussy. His scruff tickled your thighs, sending chills up your spine. "You're so fucking wet" he groaned and glided his tongue up to your clit. Your hand gripped his hair as he ate you out. Your legs trembled and wrapped around him as his mouth brought you to your climax.

He stood up and unbuckled his belt while you were coming down from your orgasm and catching your breath. Your cunt throbbed when his huge hard cock sprang free from his jeans. He ripped your shirt off and peppered your breasts with kisses. His kisses left marks all over your neck and chest, it was his way of making sure everyone knew you were his. You laid back as he brought his cock to your pussy. He slid it between your folds, making you even more needy and desperate. "Please," you panted.

"Please what?" He hummed, taunting you even further.

You felt your face heat up as you begged, "Please, fuck me." This was his breaking point, he shoved himself into you in one thrust. The combination of pain and pleasure caused you to loudly moan and wrap your arms around him to bring him closer. His hand shot up and covered your mouth before he began moving in and out of you. His cock stuffed your pussy completely, stretching your walls and hitting the perfect spot every thrust. Your nails dug into his back as he roughly fucked you, making him groan in pleasure. He continued sucking your neck and thrusting into you, bringing you closer to your second orgasm.

Your cunt clenched around his and a slur of moans and cries left your lips as you came. The overstimulation from being fucked through your orgasm caused tears to spill as you continued to moan into his hand. "Shh it's okay, doll. I'm almost there." He groaned as his thrusts became slower. In one final thrust, he filled your cunt with white spurts of cum. You mewled in satisfaction as he moved his hand away from your mouth and slowly pulled out. He zipped his pants up and help you put you clothes back on. Your pussy was still filled with his cum and it brought a sense of fullness to you.

Rick prepared both sleeping bags and tucked you in yours. "C'mon baby, get some sleep. We'll head out first thing tomorrow." He whispered. You closed your eyes and drifted into a peaceful sleep for the first time in weeks.

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AHHHH THAT WAS SO MUCH IM GOING CRAZY

#rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes smut #rick grimes fluff #rick grimes fanfiction #rick grimes #the walking dead #twd #rick grimes imagine #rick grimes x oc

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sourbvgs · 1 year

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rdr2 boys reacting to you getting mauled by an animal

characters (not in order) arthur, john, sean, javier, hosea, dutch, kieran, charles

tags: gore/blood, different animals attacking reader, hurt/comfort, past abigail/john, crying, angst, near death experiences, broken bones

✧─── ★: *.✦ .* :★ ───✧

arthur | snake bite

he wasn’t actually in camp when you got bit on watch

a snake had snuck up on you and bit your leg, and whilst the poison was drained quickly by hosea’s quick thinking, you were still in rough shape

arthur comes back, money in his bag, and he puts it into the cache before looking to hosea who’s calling for him.

“it’s y/n… she’s not doing too well. snake got her.” he’ll explain, and arthur is immediately by your side.

he sits beside you, massaging your leg, taking your temperature, getting you food- whatever you want he’ll get you

will 100% not leave camp until youre better.

as soon as you’re up and on your feet he’ll let you lend his book to learn about snakes and such so the same thing doesn’t happen twice.

he will quietly admit how worried he was and how he was sorry he wasn’t there to immediately aid you. you smile and assure him it’s okay, give him a kiss and get back to helping pearson.

will 100 percent get rid of any snakes near camp.

sean | wolf attack

the two of you are out camping after you begged him to take you up near ambarino to get some plants for your work

sean begrudgingly agrees, but is now regretting it.

it will soon by nighttime and the two of you are having to camp in the wilderness

he’s very uncharacteristically worried, keeping the fire low to prevent any animals seeing it.

you start assuring him that everything’s gonna be fine when a howl interrupts you.

sean’s tense, rifle ready as he listens.

surely enough, a wolf pack comes barrelling into your makeshift camp, and sean immediately shoots.

you scramble to grab your pistol from your bag, a stray wolf jumping you

it left you with a large bite upon your jugular and scratches along your body

sean notices your pained shouts and immediately shoots the oversized dog, luckily the rest don’t like their odds and retreat.

he’s immediately by your side, defensives still raises in case they come back.

“it’s okay, darlin’. i got you. fuck..-“

is panicking so hard

quickly composes himself and rips up his shirt, tying your wounds as he cradles you close.

“i’m so sorry, baby. i’m so sorry.” he’ll whisper, leaning his head to yours as you whimper in pain

with your meek instructions, he’ll make you something to ease the pain.

panics when you pass out, but let’s you sleep and keeps a close eye on your breathing

as soon as you’re back in camp, he gets strauss and susan to look at you, explaining what happened. doesn’t care if people give him slack for ‘not protecting you’, will fight them even.

holds you close out of fear of you getting attacked again. doesn’t let you leave camp without a rifle or a strong revolver anymore

john | gator attack

you had spotted little jack near the swamp water, and your heart lurches as a pair of slit eyes stare back at him

you immediately snatch him up, throwing him from the bank as the gator lunges

jack, as he would, starts to scream, and everyone comes running

there’s a thrash and blood in the water, yet luckily you had your knife on you and killed the gator

abigail holds her son close as the men jump in to help, specifically arthur, john and charles

when john realises it’s you his blood runs cold and he’s on the brink of tears.

you push them away, rising up and getting out of the water, clothes doused in swamp muck and blood

you’ve got a large bite shredding through your side as you stumble up onto the bank

hosea immediately gets you to a tent and the camp attends your wounds

abigail thanks you countless times for your selflessness and quick thinking, and jack gifts you a pinecone he found earlier on as a get well soon gift

john is the last one to visit your tent, a guilty, kicked puppy look in his brown eyes

you beckon him over softly, and he immediately sits beside you, holding your hand

tells you all sorts of shit like how “it should of been me” and how he’s sorry

you shut him down and kiss his knuckles, saying how you’d do it again in a heartbeat

gives you a kiss and, much like arthur, will not leave your side until you’re better, will bring you plenty of stuff; whatever you ask for he brings you

javier | cougar attack

he hears it before he sees it, and just as he turns your horse bucks you and your arms being mauled

he immediately jumps off of his own horse, shooting the cougar and pulling its carcass from you.

you’re crying, because let’s be honest anyone probably would, and he immediately crouches down, hugging you tightly

wraps his poncho around the bite on your wounded arm, kissing it to try and ease you

you got off lucky, and he knows it, stays more alert when you’re both out and about

when you get to camp, he won’t let anyone else aid you. he’s good with his hands, he knows how to stitch

bandages your wound too, he’d do anything for you.

you smile and kiss his cheek, explaining how you’re a little shaken but grateful that he insisted to come along with you.

on the plus side the pelt was amazing quality and he gets it made into a nice bedroll for your saddle <3

charles | gila monster bite

the two of you were taking a week to travel and gather information and supplies for the gang

you were stood gathering certain plants sprouting from the humid desert floor when charles hears your yell of pain

is immediately there, watching you shoot the lizard

“did it bite you?” he’ll ask, grasping your hand. “yes… fuck- i didn’t see it- i must of spooked it, i’m sorry.” you’re panicking, which is never good.

your hand is swelling and charles leaps into action, keeping you calm as he leads you back to the makeshift camp he was setting up, not caring how the tent was slumped and not put up properly, he’d deal with that later

you start to cry due to the burn and how sick you feel, and charles nods sympathetically, draining your hand carefully

gives you some medication and a self made medicinal mix to help you feel better

your fever doesn’t go down, and you’re tired, but you’re not vomiting, not trembling in anyway, and your hand is becoming calmer

let’s you rest, keeps an eye out for any other threats. keeps insisting mentally that you’ll be fine but hes very anxious

insists that you both go back to camp so that herr strauss could look at it and give you proper medicine, but he lets you rest first before riding out.

sorry dutch, but your health comes first to charles

kieran | coyote attack

he wasn’t actually there when it happened, no one was

you had stumbled into camp all bloody and bit and the poor boy doesn’t even know you’re back until abigail starts shouting for help

does not leave your side, is muttering under his breath that he can’t lose another love, how he refuses to let anything happen to you- it takes dutch and hosea giving him a talk to calm him down

doesn’t let you out of his sight, watches everyone closely as they tend to you

gently strokes your cheek as you whimper in pain, assuring you how you’re going to be okay and that you’re in good hands

as soon as you’re all patched up, he hugs you and insists that he’s coming with you next time you’re out

even if you resist his words, he’ll come with you anyway

definitely holds a grudge against coyotes after that absolute heart attack he had seeing you covered in blood

he’s not great with aim, so he won’t hunt them, but he definitely steers clear.

if you’re both riding together, this boys a merchant with horses and keeps them both calm until you’re both safe

hosea | bharati grizzly bear attack

both you and hosea know you’re an amazing hunter, so he brings you on a trip with arthur to hunt a big bear he had saw

you were excited, you loved hunting, especially with hosea

arthur seems pretty stoked too, happily following behind you both as you trot together

you help out, readying your rifle nearby when the battered bear charges suddenly

you pushed hosea out of the way, the bear’s teeth snags your arm, claws digging into your torso

as it goes for your throat, both hosea and arthur shoot it, causing it to retreat

hosea is swearing loudly, apologising to you profusely as he sits beside you, helping you up

hastily grabs some rags from arthur’s satchel, wrapping your deep wounds

he doesn’t take you back to camp, he takes you to an actual doctor asap as arthur insists on staying and hunting the behemoth of a bear

you meekly wish him luck, leaving with your anxious lover

he won’t stop apologising, explaining how he just froze due to fear, and that you should of just let him get jumped

“i’d never let you get attacked, love. we’re a team, remember?” you mutter, slouched into his back as your horse follows behind

he has the money, the bonds, he pays this doctor top dollar to get you into peak physical form

you both go back to camp later in the day, and arthur had come back already, no scratches, much to your relief

you tell everyone what had happened, finding some humour in the new story you could tell, much to hosea’s bruised ego

dutch | horse kick

you had offered to help brush the count, and foolishly, dutch agreed

just as you were about to brush the muck from the elegant horse’s feet, he kicked your arm sharply, breaking it

you yell, obviously, and dutch immediately swoops to your aid

“ah, see darlin’ i said to be careful.” he scolds, not realising your arm is literally broken

as the day goes on, you can’t use your arm at all, and dutch starts to feel bad, but doesn’t assume it’s broken

you go the whole damn day without telling anyone, working through the pain until you literally can’t move your hand and shamefully go to hosea

dutch feels terrible when hosea says you’ve most likely broken your arm, a large bruise where the count had kicked you evident on your skin

you’re out of action until you’re better, dutch will see to that, on the bright side, he sits beside you and reads to you so you don’t feel bad

susan makes you a sling, and you feel even worse, but dutch kisses you and all the shame melts away

makes sure you’re always careful around the count from now on, neither of you need any broken limbs

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #sean macguire #sean macguire x reader #john marston #john marston x reader #javier escuella #javier escuella x reader #charles smith #charles smith x reader #kieran duffy #kieran duffy x reader #hosea matthews #hosea matthews x reader #dutch van der linde #dutch van der linde x reader #rdr2 x reader #// 🪷 sourbvgs #// 🪷 rdr2

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chained-sweater · 3 months

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The Gang & Their Fears

Ponyboy: Spiders. When he was nine years old he came across a spider's egg sac that was in the corner of his closet and, out of curiousity, poked it with a ruler. Thousands of baby spiders proceeded to pour out of it and he screamed so loud people thought he was being murdered. He had to sleep in his parent's bedroom with his Mom and Dad for a long time after that.

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Steve: Foxes. He and Soda were hanging out in the lot during the weekend (they were in middle school) and they both heard a strange rustling sound coming from the bushes. Steve went to investigate and when he went to look behind the bush, a baby fox jumped on him and started biting him. The scream he administered was so loud you could hear it all the way from southern Texas near the Rio Grande. Soda managed to get rid of the fox and take Steve to get patched up at his place. (Steve only had a few bite marks and several long scratches, mainly on his right arm, nothing too serious. And no, the fox was not rabid.) He completely lost trust with all foxes after that incident; he's afraid he'll get mauled again.

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Darry: He's scared of hospitals. Well, more specifically, needles. He's terrified of them. The way they look, how they feel when they're injected into your skin, everything. He'd rather get sick than get the vaccine. He always threw tantrums whenever his parents took him to the doctor's office for a checkup when he was little, and lost it completely everytime he had to get a shot. Even to this day he'll put up a fuss. Just imagine a twenty-year-old, tall, muscular man screaming like a little girl and sobbing uncontrollably and being forcefully held down by his brothers and the gang and like two nurses over a tiny needle the size of his pinky nail. Just do it. Picture the scene.

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Two-Bit: Clowns. Originally, they never scared him. It wasn't until he had a very vivid nightmare about a clown chasing him and (brutally) murdering him did he develop a fear of them. He woke up screaming his head off (scared his mother to death) and couldn't sleep for like, three days afterwards. He never lets his little sister watch anything on TV that has clowns, nor does he ever want her to meet one; he's terrified that they'll hurt her.

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Johnny: Bugs. All of them. He got kicked out of his house one night and slept in the lot. The next morning he woke up to the biggest ladybug crawling around on his chest. He literally woke up the whole town with his screaming; the Socs could hear him from the West Side. Poor boy literally ran to Two-Bit's house (which was the closest near him) in tears. Ms. Mathews let him stay for a few days to let him calm down.

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Sodapop: Heights. He's terrified of heights. There was a carnival in town this one time that he and his family went to. He and his Dad went onto the ferris wheel and were having a good time until the whole thing stopped moving. They were on the very top and the ride was falling apart. Despite his Dad's reassurances, Soda was crying and shaking and fearing that he would fall to his death. They managed to get down safely, but Soda never went on anything like that again and promised himself he never would.

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Dallas: Dogs. When he was still living in New York with his parents, he witnessed a little girl get viciously mauled to death by a rabid dog and it traumatized him. To this day, he's still dealthy afraid of them. It doesn't matter what breed it is, whether it's a puppy—nope. He can't handle it. He can't even stand seeing them. Say he were going somewhere and turned a corner and caught a glimpse of a dog. He immedietly turns around and finds another route because he doesn't want to get hurt. (Or, is his perspective, killed.)

#the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #dallas winston #darry curtis #johnny cade #two bit mathews #steve randle #the outsiders hcs

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kandyrezi · 1 year

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[ ♡ / ♢ ] Android!Funtime Freddy x Reader hcs.

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» funtime freddy is programmed with basic first-aid knowledge, so you can go to him if any of the other funtime animatronics maul you. which is kinda the reason how you ended up becoming… sort of friends? but even that was pushing it, considering he could have killed you any time he wanted to, he just chose not to. bon-bon had told you it’s because he likes you - you didn’t know at the time if that was a good thing, or not.

» your second meeting had happened during work hours on your another night at the circus-slash-pizza place. your shift started out badly, and ended up becoming even worse. because of that other funtime android (foxy) who’d nearly caught and dragged you away, your leg was basically a fountain of blood with deep bite and scratch marks after managing to escape him. you could barely move, but leaving the underground building hadn’t been an option.

» funtime freddy would find you huddled in the breaker room, and bring you to a first-aid area - on the shelves which it had the medicine cabinet - to bandage up the big, gaping gash in your leg. it wasn’t your first encounter with him (he had scared you to near death back then), but you were still on your toes.

» he has a habit of talking to you in a baby-talk voice mode that almost, unintentionally, sounds patronizing, in that same way one would talk to a kid throwing a temper tantrum. “Aww, wh-what’s wrong, birthday p-pal?” it’s only faux-concern, he was barely hiding a smirk on his expression when he asked as you were writhing and crying on the floor (yeah, you got attacked earlier by foxy, so the wound was, quite clearly, still hurting. didn’t stop this guy from from teasing you though.)

» while funtime freddy prefers to cause pain and death, you’re the only human he won’t try to kill. not only is he one of the more aggressive animatronics, he has violent and erratic mood swings, even more so than someone like toy bonnie or springtrap.

» he is very physically affectionate, and has the strength of ten wrestlers. maybe more.

» he is so loud - loud footsteps, loud voice, and he slams doors and drawers instead of gently closing them. but somehow if you’re asleep near him, he is, surprisingly, deathly quiet. how considerate of him to do that, at least.

» what isn’t considerate is the fact he just loves giving you a good scare whenever he can. he hasn’t stopped even after the first time. intentionally or not. whether you’re just a little bit startled, or if you’re terrified to the point of being ingrained to the ‘freeze’ option in a ‘flight or fight’ response, it makes no difference to freddy. you’re hilarious to him, either way.

» in one instance you almost slipped on some blood on the floor of the funtime auditorium, because he’d forgotten to throw the corpse into the vents when he was done ‘dealing’ with them. oops.

» and speaking of deathly quiet, wherever he’s keeping you, this freaky bear-droid wants to stay with you even when you’re asleep, so you end up precisely with this type of situation:

reader: *slowly opening eyes and waking up from a nap*

funtime freddy, who was watching them sleep the entire time: 👀

reader: SHRIEKING

» he loves cake, even though he can’t actually eat it, because… limitations of being a robot.

» he knows you’re very forgetful, so both him and bon-bon leave you secret sticky notes in the bag you carry around.

» he has terrible separation anxiety, so it’s hard to get alone-time away from him. it takes some convincing and persuasion that you have a job to do, amongst other responsibilities you can’t neglect, although it doesn’t really work in most cases. “What do yo-o-ou mean b-by other r-responsibilities? You should just st-stay here with me and B-bon-bon!”

» at least the aforementioned blue puppet is there to keep him in check, and keep him company to avoid him going completely off the rails.

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(a/n: funfred is a bit of a closet yandere, but i think that’s a given. oh yeah, i’ve got an obvious favoritism for ‘im. <3)

#he likes to watch you sleep. you're the bella to his edward #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #funtime freddy #fnaf x reader #fnaf sister location #fnaf funtime freddy #funtime freddy x reader #fnaf humanization #x reader #fnaf help wanted #ficlets #i usually name him Friedrich in my human!AU but it wasn't relevant here

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sslowdeathh · 5 months

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requested by anon, forgive me for the wait ,,

Lupa(s). Enyo*. Farkas. Vilkas. Yiva. Aela. Romulus. Remus. Callisto. Grey. Wolfsbane. Fang. Silver. Anton. Dion. Wolfgang. Clifton. Skinner*. One of our own collective names: Beowulf. Lycan. Claude. Canis. Hunter. Kiba. Loer. Carbon. Alucard. Briar. Thorne. Howell*. Blair. Rowan. Boris. Vaud. Vervain. Satyr. Bordeaux*. Neuri. Verbotene*.

* names would probably work best as surnames!

Wolf wolves. Bite bites. Fang fangs. Fur furs. Chomp chomps. Moon moons. Night nights. Lycan lycans. Dog dogs. Kill kills. Tooth teeth. Growl growls. Snarl snarls. Death deaths. Scratch scratches. Tear torn. Claw claws. Ha harm. Rip ripped. Maul mauls. Bark barks. Sniff sniffs. Chase chased.

Lycanthropy. Lycanthrope. Were(animal). Forest-dweller. Halfboy. Halfgirl. Wolflike. Doglike. Clawed. Deadog. Dead-dog. i couldn't think of many, i'm sorry :(

The shapeshifter. The werecat. The (colour)-eyed wolf. The wolf impersonator. This humans wrongness. The boy that lurks the woods. The boy lost to the trees. The one that howls at the moon. He who's invisible in the darkness. The false dog.

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1nt3rn3t4ng3l · 2 months

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TW: thoughts of violence, talking abt biting, mildly grotesque language

i want to go up to someone wave "HI" and then show my big fucking fangs and rip open there throat. i want to bite someone's face and maul them until others cant recognize them. i am a feral being and if you give me shit i was claw and scratch and BITE you. but i cant do that. im weak and small and im SICKING OF IT! chewing and biting on my nails ,plastic and wood is NOT ENOUGH. i dont even want to kill someone or something to eat. i just want to BITE one of my abusers and gleefully watch them bleed out while they have a terrified expression.

#alterhuman #nonhuman #kintype #therian #therian community #therianthropy #otherkin community #otherkin #theriotype #intrusive thoughts #violent thoughts #physically nonhuman #foxkin #lynxkin #comhrá #créatúr

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 3 months

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Pairings: None

Word Count: 2,835 Words

Summary: Eclipse's found family finds him.

Warnings: Robot Gore, Injury, Amputation, Cursing, Near Death, PTSD, Panic Attack, Trauma, Surgery, Sibling Bonding, Angst with a serving of Fluff, Bathing Together (platonic, neither have bits down there), SFW Tickling, let me know if I should add anything else.

Found Family

Eclipse groaned pulling himself from the ball pit. What was left of him, at least. His left arm had had the hand ripped off and his right leg was missing from below the knee, his internals were attempting to pour out the deep gashes of claws in his stomach.

His right side upper faceplate had been ripped off along with right eye having been torn from its socket and wires. There was a deep gash down his left leg, leaving the limb half numb. And his chest and back had most of its casing mauled off, leaving his scratched endo and frame exposed and vulnerable.

He’d barely finished crawling his way from the ball pit before he saw a figure standing over him like a sadistic god and the blue he saw told him that this wasn’t the best person to find him this injured.

“So ya fucked up?” Moon asked, crouching before him and Eclipse glared with his remaining eye, this was all Moon’s fucking fault and Eclipse seethed at him.

“I went to kill him and he tried to destroy me!” Eclipse crackled out his half-broken voice box.

“Sad little worm, huh? Welp.” Moon stood up, slapping his thighs as he did so. “That’s a problem taken care of. I’m gonna go out and celebrate. You try to die quietly if you can.” Moon patted his aching head and Eclipse growled to keep him off, attempting to grab Moon’s hand and bite it since it was all he really could do at the moment. But Moon was quicker and got his hand away.

“Hey everyone, I’m buying shots! It’s celebration time!” Moon called through the daycare as he left to the upper level of the daycare as everyone followed him out of the daycare, shutting the lights off as he did so, leaving Eclipse in the darkness with just the ceiling of glowy stars illuminating barely to the top of the play structures.

Eclipse’s engines whirred on high as Eclipse used his remaining hand and the forearm of his left arm to crawl his way away from the ball pit and to the security desk, dragging and pulling down the emergency med kit and haphazardly dumping it on the ground with his right hand so he could get the contents.

His first grab was an ACE bandage, which he tried to put on his stomach with his one hand to some success. It looked sloppy as hell but his insides would stay inside. Eclipse’s processors whirred on max, fans turning slowly because they were half broken so they couldn’t fully cool him down and coolant was leaking out of him, having made a trail from the ball pit to the security desk already.

Eclipse secured the ACE bandage and then began packing gauze into his right knee where it had been ripped off and used another ACE wrap to keep pressure on it so the oil lines wouldn’t be leaking out. He repeated the same process to his left wrist and sighed as he rested one of the instant cold packs onto his processors, relaxing into the feeling of the cold pack helping his half-broken fans to cool him down.

Eclipse saw errors flashing that coolant and oil was low and critical machinery was damaged. Of course it was, he had lost body parts! He growled in annoyance at his creator. They had basically torn him to shreds and Moon didn’t give a single damn about it.

Eclipse hadn’t been able to get a single hit in on them. It had all simply been a blur after they had admitted that they made him and to them attacking him like he was a glorified punching bag. Eclipse hadn’t had a chance to even defend himself and the thought of it, even now, was terrifying.

He shuddered just thinking of the sound and feeling of his wires and endo creaking and cracking when his creator had snapped his right calf off the knee joint and torn it off of him. And the agony of having his left hand ripped off at the joint had been horrifying. The sick crunch the joint had made had made Eclipse throw up. He wasn’t even aware he could throw up, but he had at that sound of his endo crunching and snapping.

Eclipse felt lightheaded, his breaths were coming slower and he knew this was some kind of a panic reaction. Of course he would have a panic reaction. He had succeeded at getting his creator to take out the directives but at what cost? His body nothing more than scrap metal? His mind in shambles and panic? It didn’t feel worth it. Maybe he wasn’t worth a chance.

This train of thought absolutely didn’t help the panic. He was shaking. Why was he shaking? Was the daycare shaking? No, it was him. What was this? Eclipse hadn’t ever felt panic before, not this badly. It felt worse that when he was waiting for Moon and Sun to come kill him. It felt like it was all-consuming and crushing him.

The dark didn’t help either, he hated the dark just like both of his predecessors. He knew there weren’t monsters, there weren’t, but the dark was…scary. It felt like emptiness, like being abandoned again. And it felt cold. He light lights, the stars on the ceiling just weren’t enough light. Especially since solar models didn’t have very much eyesight in the dark. It felt like being stuck into a black box with holes poked in for air but even the air felt like it wasn’t enough.

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Blood Moon had finally gone prowling around with Stitchwraith. A joy! Prowling with their acquaintance! It was a ball to finally be out of that bunker place! Blood Moon had begun their prowling in the main entrance and were now going through the daycare, which had its lights off for some reason.

Blood Moon liked the dark, it was a warm place to them, it was comforting, but the sound of staticky sobs coming from the lower daycare wasn’t all that comforting. It was quite annoying actually. They hated crying! Hated it! It was weak!

Blood Moon wanted to snuff out that incessant sobbing and the annoying attendant the crying undoubtedly came from. So they went down to the lower daycare and sniffed around for it. Thankfully, they didn’t have to look for long, finding the sobbing’s source was a curled up and mangled Solar? Was this Solar? No, the dents on the rays and the scratches on the faceplate weren’t present. Could this be…?

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Stitchwraith followed Blood Moon to the sound of crying and gave a small gasp seeing the torn down frame of the animatronic they had been slightly amicable with, at least for gaming they had been. But what the hell did Eclipse deserve this for? To be torn to shreds and left to die? He hadn’t even done anything too bad yet, he hadn’t killed anyone at least.

“Eclipse?” Stitchwraith asked, crouching by him but it seemed to go unnoticed. Was Eclipse having a panic attack? “Eclipse, hey.” Stitchwraith knew they’d get hit but they had to shake Eclipse by the shoulder to even get a slight bit of a response.

Once they did shake Eclipse’s shoulder, Eclipse whipped his left arm at them, which was missing it’s hand and was instead bandaged with gauze and an ACE bandage. The hit from Eclipse’s forearm connected with Stitchwraith’s faceplate but didn’t so much as put a scratch on them from how weak Eclipse seemed to be.

Eclipse looked up at them after, eyes wild with panic and pain, breathing going a mile a minute and extremely defensive and scared. Stitchwraith felt Blood Moon tugging on their cloak and waved their hand off to keep Blood Moon behind them. Eclipse was a more pressing matter than answering Blood Moon’s question at the moment.

“Eclipse, it’s Stitchwraith. I need you to breathe slowly for us.” Stitchwraith instructed him. Eclipse’s motors shuddered as he tried to take slow breaths for Stitchwraith. “You’re safe. Can you point to what’s scaring you the most right now?” They asked. Eclipse wordlessly pointed his shaky right pointer finger up at the lights.

“Blood Moon, go turn on the lights.” Stitchwraith instructed the twin hellions, who scampered off to go do just that at his request, the lights turning on row by row until the daycare was illuminated completely, which looked to ease some of Eclipse’s panic.

“Are you able to tell me what happened to you or is it too hard right now?” Stitchwraith asked.

“Creator…mauled me…” Eclipse’s voice was staticky and a weird echoed pitch but he could decipher it still.

“The person who made you mauled you?” Stitchwraith asked to confirm and Eclipse nodded softly. “Why did they do that?” Stitchwraith asked.

“Went to get…directives out…” Eclipse admitted.

“Your creator is a bunch of bull. That’s really all you went to do and he left you like you’re in a scrap heap?” Eclipse nodded and Stitchwraith bristled with annoyance at the audacity of Eclipse’s creator. That was downright cruelty for absolutely no reason. Eclipse didn’t deserve to be mauled over a simple ask like that. The way Eclipse’s simple ask was treated was absolutely bullshit.

“How about this, if you let Blood Moon carry you, I’ll fix you.” Stitchwraith reasoned. Stitchwraith would carry Eclipse back, give Eclipse probably couldn’t walk with a missing leg and fragile machinery desperately trying to escape Eclipse’s frame, but their arms still hurt from Blood Moon using them as a scratching post this morning as if the small bot was a damn cat.

“Okay…” Eclipse agreed and looked to Blood Moon as the red and white faced bot came scampering back down to the lower daycare and sat on the floor, looking over the situation with their head tilted to the side in confusion.

“Blood Moon, you’re going to carry him home. I need to repair him.” Stitchwraith told them.

“Aaaawwwwww, why do we have to carry the Sunman!?” Blood Moon began their usual spiel of complaining about the simplest of tasks. This bot could pick up a full cement truck but complained at picking up an animatronic that probably barely weighed more than them.

“Because our arms still hurt from being used as scratching posts. Now pick him up and be careful. Make sure you keep his stomach level, his internals are trying to be externals.” Stitchwraith sighed. Blood Moon whined a bit more but inevitably picked Eclipse up and thankfully held Eclipse as though he were some princess. It was embarrassing for Eclipse, sure, but it kept Eclipse’s insides inside him.

“Okay, come on, back home.” Stitchwraith told them and began leading Blood Moon back to their bunker and into his lab, instructing Blood Moon to gently place Eclipse on a table so he could work on him. He had most of the parts from misships and scrounging but he knew full well Eclipse would look different than he used to.

“I’m going to turn off your pain sensors but just stay awake and talk to Blood Moon for me while I work on you.” Stitchwraith told Eclipse as he got the necessary parts and tools together to fix him.

“Blood Moon?” Eclipse asked as Stitchwraith turned off the bot’s pain receptors and began to patch up and put on a replacement left hand for Eclipse.

“Yes, unholy creator?” Blood Moon sat like a cat in the chair near Eclipse’s legs.

“I’m not your creator, I never made you. That was…the original me. Before the backup in your head, before I was even a spot on the wall.” Eclipse grumbled.

“So you didn’t make us but you are an Eclipse.” Blood Moon cackled.

“I don’t know what I am.” Eclipse admitted. “I may as well have been made in a fucking petri dish in a lab. I have no clue who I am or what I am, just that I’m here and apparently my name is Eclipse and I’m the asshole everyone hates.” Eclipse huffed as Stitchwraith finished up the hand replacement and moved onto Eclipse’s right calf and foot replacement.

“You are…like us? A copy?” Blood Moon asked.

“An incomplete copy, yes. With directives and pasted memories from other points of view and a creator that rips out my directives and leaves me to the mercy of people who will just let me rot in a hole.” Eclipse was angry but he wasn’t panicking at least.

“We are incomplete as well. Memories from other people and bloodlust enhanced with less free will. Bullshit it is.” Blood Moon grumbled. Huh, odd that the two who hated each other agreed. Eclipse sighed and put his head back down on the table.

Stitchwraith finished replacing his lost calf and foot and moved onto Eclipse’s mauled open midsection and began patching the endo cage that contained Eclipse’s insides that had been ripped open. It was easier here because it was taking out the broken bits of old endo and welding in new pieces of the endo. He was also replacing broken innards as he came across them.

“We’re in the same boat then. I…I could remove it. I think. I have the original’s pasted memories too, I’m sure I could sift through and take out the bloodlust.” Eclipse told him, watching Stitchwraith more than Blood Moon now as Stitchwraith was working of Eclipse’s faceplate, fixing the wires and socket and putting in a new eyeball and replacing the half of the faceplate that had been torn off.

“Take out? You can take that out?” Blood Moon asked.

“I think so. I could try at least.” Eclipse told them, sighing now as the only thing left was his body casing, which was something easy and much less surgical. It was akin to putting on a new outfit to animatronics, especially daycare animatronics, who sometimes had to take off their casing to clean it after days in the daycare.

A calm quiet settled in the lab as Stitchwraith got Eclipse into a purple and white casing, replacing the ribbons on Eclipse’s wrists with new purple ones that weren’t stained with coolant and oil and laid out new pants and a new shirt for Eclipse to get dressed into.

“Alright, go get clean. I have a sanitizing station here, it’ll get you clean. Blood Moon, you need to get cleaned too.” Stitchwraith told him, helping Eclipse stand up and turning back on his pain sensor since there wouldn’t be as much pain to feel. He could fix minor things like Eclipse’s half-broken voice box later. What was important was getting Eclipse to feel better and not take an entire day just to fix him. Plus he didn’t have a new voice box for him just yet.

Eclipse struggled sitting up, his endo aching from what a human would consider bruises. He could feel the stiffness in his new parts and his eye was still adjusting, making him blink that eye more, which was uncomfortable but bearable because he had full sight back again now. He just let Stitchwraith help him to his feet, grateful for the help from his brother? Cousin? Acquaintance, Eclipse was going with acquaintance with the weird family tree he didn’t want to deal with.

Eclipse was passed to Blood Moon so the smaller bot could help him along and Eclipse happily used them as a sentient cane for his new stiff foot and calf that was making him limp a bit with how little the new ankle could move yet. Blood Moon supported him, which was surprisingly actually helpful.

“But brother goes in the cleaning tube.” Blood Moon and maneuvered the both of them into the tube, helping Eclipse get off his dirty old clothes and Blood Moon threw off his mud covered clothes and stayed with his brother so they’d both get cleaned like Stitchwraith asked.

Blood Moon giggled at the sanitizing mist and roared with laughter at the brushes that came to scrub off the worst grime. Eclipse only needed the sanitizing mist to heat the coolant and oil on him enough to drip off into the drain in the floor. But Eclipse liked seeing his little brother laugh. It was nice to have this moment.

Eclipse never got to have this with…the others. But it felt nice to watch his brother laugh at the brushes going after the ticklish spots on his back. He kind of liked this, it made him feel warmth bloom in his chest that one of his siblings wasn’t scared of him or wishing him death or even leaving him to die.

Once Eclipse was clean, he left the tube while Blood Moon was still giggling up a storm getting scrubbed because he rolled in dirt from what it seemed like. Eclipse pulled on the new clothes and smoothed his hands over them, they were actually comfortable and not itchy like his old clothes. He liked being here. It felt like home.

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emperor-kumquat · 5 months

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When you say 'Failed' routes is that the new version of dark+ (or whatever was the term previously I can't remember) where they are fundamentally similar to World Domination, Discovery, and Monstrous Heart routes but diverge to be vastly different stories as opposed to the Let Go version of Space Adventure in contrast to it's original Threaten version, or do those paths lead to doom without any good or happy endings but not a dead end like the RiD15 ending?

And side question, how much influence does your early choices have in relation to the alternate pathways to routes under the same name? Would it be just a simple edit to the credits near the end or do we get a slightly different Predaking going through the same version of the story who reacts slightly differently?

The failed routes mean that the consequence of killing Starscream catches up with you (his ghost working with an assassin Slipstream). It's what I was always thinking would happen in those Dark paths. Predaking will die before a story gets too far.

Predaking will also die in satisfying ways at the end of the storylines where he is pure evil. Basically, if you mess with Starscream, he will always get his revenge on you except in one story. In Reformed Predator, the threat of Starscream and Slipstream is stopped by Nightbeat and Rung.

The X's mean you die very quickly, in Part 1 or 2, so they don't really lead anywhere.

The variations of a storyline mean that the starts are different, but eventually the stories merge together. For example, how you treated Starscream at the start won't really matter once Space Adventure starts. All Space Adventure stories combine by the end of Part 2. The two variations of Discovery merge in Part 4. The stories are the same except Starscream has scratches present on his wings. When Starscream heals, the stories will become one. Starscream has forgiven you. As long as you let Starscream go before killing him at the start, he'll forgive you and just feel relieved that he survived

For these new changes to work, it means Starscream can't get the Phase Shifter anymore for the original Heart path (following the first Let Go option).

The terms "Dark", "One Attack", "Neutral", and "Heart" still help me organize everything especially when things get similar. "Dark" is any time Predaking continues the torture of Starscream past scratching and biting his wings (but now, Starscream will always die when the torture continues. I cut out all "Maul Recovery" options). "One Attack", is when only one attack is chosen before Starscream is let go. "Neutral" is the threaten Starscream option. "Heart" is the no violence at the start option, but I toned down how goody Predaking was to be more in character. Now he doesn't really pity Starscream, but just feels like tearing him apart would be dishonourable. Monstrous Heart has become available to One Attack and Neutral as well (wherever Predaking isn't evil). Whenever Predaking works as a police officer, he will encounter Kremzeek and get dragged into all kinds of trouble. Monstrous Heart explores the themes of manipulation and what makes a true villain!

I hope this was enough information for your curiosity :)

#tf mercy #transformers

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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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could you do a event scenario for TigerClaw hunting the reader? Not on his normal way of hunting (using guns and nets), but in a more animalistic and psychotic way.

Sure, I can try! This is like an AU, where his mutation turns out more feral.

So sorry for the long wait and how this never got out on Halloween, health issues kinda made things harder ^^;

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Yandere! Tiger Claw Scenario

(Halloween Event - Feral)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Hunting, Feral behavior, Torture, Sadism, Manipulation, Blood, Licking, Drinking blood, Obsession, Biting mentioned, Clawing, Body horror (?)

Cats love a hunt. It's thrilling to them when they play with their prey. Especially when the scents mix in their nose, dilating their eyes in excitement.

Tiger Claw had grown to obsess over these feelings. The smell of fear... the smell of blood. The chase isn't even the best part!

It's seeing your prey underneath you. Blood coating your claws and maw as you make them beg for mercy.

Then you let them go! You let them run off, thinking they're all safe and okay.... Then... you rinse and repeat.

He loves to chase them down again. The smell of blood only making it easier to find them again. He grew to love playing with his prey...

He grew to love playing with you.

Tiger Claw has access to all sorts of equipment. Yet, he felt the best way to hunt you was without it. It was much more rewarding to him.

"Come out, mouse. Aren't you getting tired? The cat wishes to reap his reward!"

Large scratches run down your body. Blood seeps from every wound like your own form of stripes. Your face is untouched, although that may not be for long.

The blood loss makes you struggle in your running. The mutant had already caught you once tonight and many times before. He loved to just open old wounds....

What was this to him? A game, obviously, but why does he enjoy this so much? Did he not have a shred of humanity left?

Perhaps not. Mutation can make even the most innocent person sinister. You never knew this tiger before the mutation, but you can bet he wasn't much better.

"You have no idea how much I enjoy it when you run...!"

You can hear him. Low growls echo off the walls as he runs at you on all fours. How many people do you know can outrun a tiger?

It certainly isn't you.

With a roar, you feel a heavy weight collide into your back. You're met face-to-face with concrete, your once scrape free face now bleeding. You cry out in more pain, your wounds getting worse.

The hunter only laughs.

Oh how you hate it.

"The mouse can never get away from the cat, don't you know that?"

You try to flip over, his large claws keep you still. You're pinned to the ground, bleeding with a large mutant staring you down. You're an unfortunate victim.

A sandpaper-like tongue licks across your wounds slowly. It only feels like they're being cut open more with how rough the muscle is. You grit your teeth, a whine leaving your lips.

Just when will you pass out?

"You're great exercise... a delightful treat, too!"

You hear rumbling in his chest, a purr of delight. You then feel his claws on your face, turning your gaze to look at him.

"You're even cute... couldn't ask for anything greater."

You don't move under the purring tiger, hoping if you keep his mood pleasant, you can at least have a faster death.

"Then why must you kill me...."

"Kill you...?"

The tiger snarls before laughing, flipping you so you're on your back. It looked like he was slobbering, teeth ready to maul. You feel your heartbeat quicken. Why did he seem so confused about killing you?

"If I kill you, the fun ends."

"Is that not what you want? Then you can find new... prey-"

"Blood loss getting to you? I could always get new prey."

You feel him squeeze you, a grin slowly forming on his face at the noises you make.

"But no other prey would feel the same... which is why I plan on keeping this game going."

He licks at your wounds more. Pain keeps igniting your nerves with every long lick. Your vision is finally failing you.

"Is the weak mouse finally giving in?"

Tiger Claw purrs, nuzzling your blood stained neck before pulling away. Gold eyes dilate at the taste and smell of your blood, causing the purr to deepen. You barely had any energy left.

Sirens pollute the air with their noise. Lights flood the area, alerting Tiger Claw to who was coming. Police.

"Right on time.... Until next hunt, mouse."

Tiger Claw stops his purring, licking your injured forehead before darting to the roof tops. You would be taken care of here. Then you'll be ready for the next hunt.

The cat watches from his perch while his mouse gets their help. His gaze is cold, predatory, yet holds a satiated hunger. For him, this hunt was fruitful.

All hunts with you feel fruitful.

As you're met with medical attention, Tiger Claw thinks of his next hunt. Your blood still stains him and the taste still lingers. He wishes he could hunt you forever, but fatigue proves to be an obstacle.

Each hunt only solidifies his mindset towards you. You are his mouse. He is meant to keep you in check as your hunter. This is your game the two of you play.

No one else can have his mouse. Even if you are taken or hide, he'll always find you. He could never forget the scent of your blood...

He will never forget the scent of you.

"See you later, my delicious mouse."

#yandere teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere tmnt #yandere tmnt 2012 #yandere tiger claw #panther halloween event 2022

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