#or what becomes? wire monsters / security?

[oasisofgalaxies]

Bbug

#hello here r some doodles I did #kinda stemmed from the that plus the line Hetch says abt the Showfall goons #‘my best guess is that they were once people but something moved in and kinda repurposed them’ #and ALSO the later scene where Ranboo stabs a guy and wires fall out #they r like… mini versions of the Wire Monsters / Security #or what becomes? wire monsters / security? #idk what I’m thinking yet #I mean I have ideas I just don’t know which to choose #also some slight influence from Halo with the Huragoks/Engineers #biological supercomputers #no idea how the company got these little guys but hey funky #they use analog tech as shells like hermit crabs :] #maybe not entirely malicious at the start? #probably feed off of electrical impulses #attach to the brain cause oo yummy electric meat bag and bam . programmable ‘person’ #and their bodies are made out of clumps of wire and a weird tar like material #my original post got deleted bc internet issues im so mad HSDHDB #but yeah I’m trying to figure out what to call them #cause I like calling the wire monsters / security Taskmanagers #and these are smaller guys so… smaller? computer term? #Bytes? Tabs? #smth like that #anyways if u read this far ! cool thank u for listening to me ramble #I like making little guys a lot #nebula rambles #genloss #generation loss #do I tag this as spoilers?

[foreficfandom]

POV: You Are Actually MUCH More Powerful Than Alastor (1/2)

(Alastor x Reader, g/n, queerplatonic/sex and romance favorable, fan theories, God!Reader)

Overlords are common sinners that boast many indentured servants to their name. Some also focus on physical territory. Some, like Alastor, don't bother. After all, radio knows little physical limitations.

Every Overlord had their own method of gaining prowess. Know one knows how Alastor became so dangerous. The strongest of the lords. Possibly stronger than some goetia royalty.

You weren't sure, either, but you had an inkling.

Because unbeknownst to anyone, you weren't some common sinner soul.

You were unique. A being originating far from this Christian realm of Heaven and Hell. You were undying, or a reincarnation, or a demigod. But you kept on the down low, 'cause attention would have meant trouble.

You could feel that Alastor's magic was a dark, bloody thing, nestled deep in his chest and hooked tightly like barbed wire. It tasted like sacrifices. It smelled like ultraviolet. And you knew it was borrowed, almost seeing the leash around his neck out of the corner of your eye.

Through a shared interest in the Hazbin Hotel, you and Alastor became acquaintances. Months later, you were proper friends. You could tell that Alastor valued the kind and pure of heart, even if he also believed them pitiful. Because they reminded him of a pleasant, happier life. A hidden part of him wanted to believe in their hope and love.

He thought you were just another sinner soul, and you didn't give him a reason to know any better. You had a job as part of the hotel staff. Their accountant, or security, or maintenance. Or their head concierge, guest service agent, auditor, what have you. Something vital to the business, but nothing glamorous. Labor has always been your most successful mask.

He was growing to love again. His mortal self might have been more recipient of affections and bonds, but decades living in hell has twisted him, and you could see him despair over the lump in his throat. His defeat at the hands of Adam proved his limits. You felt him writhe for weeks afterwards, and you let him reap what he sowed.

Curious, you sneaked away one evening and drew from your well of power to step through the fabric of time, finding yourself on the shores of Lake Pontchartrain to watch a young Alastor drink the blood from a bloody corpse, and spitting it over his shoulder. Some loa watched this bastardized libation from across the crossroads, but what answered was far more malevolent.

Alastor agreed to a very dangerous exchange. He now had hold over magic impressive enough for a mortal, but you knew it to be a relatively bum deal compared to true power. He would hunger constantly for flesh just to feed its energy, which was a cleverly hidden clause to curse him further through devilish consumption. His shadow sprouted antlers and a maw of sharp teeth.

For two decades, Alastor hunted and ate. Always male victims, usually white men, individuals some might damn as monsters themselves - the abusers, the genociders, the murderously entitled. What was once a scared young man grew hollow and fat on the power.

You've seen enough. Stepping through once more, you joined Alastor in cooking an orzo for shrove Tuesday. Sharpening your gaze, you watched his reflection on the shiny metal surface of a pot, and saw the stitches embedded in his face, pulling tight and vicious.

You nonchalantly asked, "How did you become so proficient at the kitchen knife?"

"Well, I was taught that one could eat, or they could eat well," he replied in a sing-song voice. "And practice makes perfect! Hunger is truly the best teacher."

The meat he was pairing was pork, but you knew he's served human flesh for dinner at least once before. You didn't say anything, because they'd grow suspicious at how you could possibly know from just the smell.

Alastor allowed only you to join him in cooking, partly because he favored you so much more, also because you were a right hand at making a meal. You didn't mention that millennia of existence made one a right hand at any skill.

And tonight, he would begin to see it.

Leaving the broth to simmer, you grabbed a small pairing knife and one of the tomatoes. Instead of simply coring and slicing, you inserted 0.013'' of carbon, chromium, and manganese right between where the molecular cells of epidermis ended at the pericarp. In a single momentum of both your knife and the tomato, the skin was perfectly peeled within two rotations.

Alastor wasn't even looking at you. But he froze over the cutting board, rictus smile sharp.

You haven't even used magic yet.

Both the tomato epidermis and its flayed flesh were completely free of any trace of the other, so in one hand, you ignited the skin to transmogrify into a tiny figurine made out of its glycerin wax. In the other, the tomato was sacrificed in a hole of light-bending void for its animal equivalent - the tiny heart of some small animal, possibly a bird or an amphibian, beating calmly as if alive.

Alastor slowly turned his head to watch as a miniature wax replica of himself held the heart in both shaking hands, before doubling over to devour it whole, its relative size and gore very reminiscent of a large, juicy tomato.

A picture perfect snapshot of his fifth or sixth murder while alive. Some world war veteran that still longed for the battlefield and had exercised his frustration upon his mother and younger siblings. The man might have been rotten, but his warrior's blood had burned hot and nourished Alastor's gaping void particularly well.

(NEXT)

#alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel imagines

[rusmii]

a/n:: this was completely self-indulgent.. it was to help me get out of my depressive state but i don’t think it’s working. decided to take it out of the drafts for you guys though aha💀

SKK INTO THE ZOMBIEVERSE x fem!reader

#( DAZAI🪽. )

apocalypse!zai who was walking around the streets one day on a case, when he witnessed a bloodied grandma tackle a little girl in her jammies. dazai knew that the world was doomed when he saw the incoming wave of zombified humans running in his direction.

apocalypse!zai who ran in the opposite direction like a madman, stopping by multiple shops to steal the necessary supplies to survive on for the next few days while the breakout was still in its peak—dazai wasn’t the type of person to leave warnings ignored though, always yelling at everyone inside that the apocalypse has started and that it was time to pack it up or die ignorantly.

apocalypse!zai who breaks into a car, and shoves everything he stole inside, hijacking the wires till it works and drives to the agency. upon arriving, he is met with the sight of multiple stressed faces—debating on leaving without bringing any civilians along with them. when they see dazai, they tell him to make a choice; save as many as they can or save themselves.

apocalypse!zai who has to weigh the situation, makes his final decision when he sees everything becoming more dire. the military was already on the case, but would they make it in time before the zombies bit everyone? being okay with what dazai chose, the agency sets off with their packed belongings—questioning dazai when they realize he wasn’t going with them.

apocalypse!zai who has to explain that he can’t just leave them behind. not minding their surprised expressions (with the exception being ranpo), dazai tells them that he’s been hiding his relationship for a while now, and now he had to get back to his lovers before deciding to take any drastic action. rushing away from them, dazai runs down the chaotic streets of yokohoma, praying silently that chuuya had already reached you before those monsters did.

#( CHUUYA🪽.)

apocalypse!chu who didn’t know about the outbreak until he got reports of suspicious looking people attacking his men. grunting in annoyance, chuuya is tasked with dealing with the aggressive group of people on ground level. but when he gets there, he is shocked to see the hectic uproar of literal zombies breaking in and eating his men alive.

apocalypse!chu who decides that it wasn’t worth the hassle to save his already infected men. chuuya orders for the uninfected to retreat inside and board up every entrance they could possibly leak into, and goes to deal with the zombies himself, swiftly taking out as much as he can before he makes a break for it and runs outside to the port mafias garage/parking area.

apocalypse!chu who had a few run-ins with the infected, but that didn't stop him nor deter him. after reaching his bike, chuuya is already out before the zombies could fill the place. he sighs, stressed when he sees the chaos emitting in the streets. gas stations ran through and blew up, cars crashed into each other, and chuuya himself couldn’t differentiate between what was human or not.

apocalypse!chu who races against time, drives to your work office as fast as he can while avoiding obstacles that pop in front of him every now and then. using his gravity to drive up the building, he finds your floor and breaks through the window, ramming zombies down with his bike—shouting for you to get your ass on when you come out of hiding.

apocalypse!chu who drove back to his place in the air once you were secured. knowing that dazai will go to his apartment, chuuya is quick to press on that gas and zoom straight to his balcony. he has his gravity locked on you to ensure that you don’t fall off while looking at chuuya in horror, who was dodging falling airplanes.

#( SKK🪽.)

apocalypse!skk who meet each other at the same time, dazai immediately running up to the both of you to inspect for any injuries. dazai breathes a sigh of relief when he sees no bites, save for a few bruises, but that’s fine. at least it wasn’t anything open. chuuya asks dazai to help him board up any entrances, telling you to go sit down and rest.

apocalypse!skk who huddle up with you in the living room, blankets and pillows scattered everywhere as the duo map out the entirety of yokohama—debating on the best route to escape from. you were asleep, too tired from running away and sneaking around the office zombies.

apocalypse!skk who decides that its best to stay in yokohama while the outbreak was still happening, opting to do all the supply runs and barricade upgrades while you take care of everything inside the apartment. when they come to an agreement, dazai and chuuya get themselves comfortable next to you, falling asleep soon after.

#𝙇𝙐𝙑 𝙍𝙐𝙉𝙄💕 #yawl i was so sad while making this #it was made with my tears #and it’s not even that good i’m dead #what happpen to the quality of my works sighhh #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader x dazai #skk x reader #bsd x reader #bsd zombie au

[starker-raving-mads]

For You: Part VII

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX

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To say that the next week was hectic was to put it lightly. Peter didn't surface from the lab for anything - Not Aunt May (and her terrible lasagna that Peter loved so dearly), not Ned and MJ, not even for Bucky, who had taken to texting Peter fairly regularly with things like lunch requests or questions about pop culture.

(The man was, hilariously, Steve's opposite in that regard. He still didn't remember much of his time on ice, but he reveled in all of modern technology instead of simply trying to deal with it, which was Steve's approach. He and Peter had partaken in more than one text conversation that ended after 2 hours with, 'Steve's taking my phone because he says I'm becoming a zombie staring at the screen. I think he's just jealous because he doesn't understand modern…anything, really. I think he might be a himbo. Am I using that word right?')

No, Peter instead spent that time with Tony, having the longest, craziest, most wonderful lab binge of his life. His sleep schedule was royally messed up because of it, taking to just falling asleep at his desk or on the couch instead of going back up to the penthouse. He only got a few hours at a time like that anyway and it just didn't seem worth it to put an official pause on their work.

What was their work? Integrating Tony into everything.

He was already fully incorporated into the lab, that was easy enough after the confirmation of the program's success. But they made small tweaks to improve his core functioning systems, defined a few things, and Tony went from almost being Tony Stark to really being Tony Stark. The first day or two, the man had stilled unnaturally in a way that Tony just never had. He'd also not remember certain things, important things, until reminded of them.

"I have a daughter?" he'd asked, overwhelmed awe spread across his face. "I have a daughter!" He looked at Peter then, that same unfamiliar softness in his eyes. "I made you her godfather! Isn't Morgan just amazing?"

"Sorry, Mr. Stark," Peter grimaced at the perplexity on the other man's face. "Since Ms. Potts has been kind of…upset about the whole SI thing, I haven't been allowed to see her." And he'd tried, he really had. He wanted to know the little girl that was half Tony, who was his family in all but blood. But Pepper had responded to every request with a resounding 'no' and she was Morgan's mom, so she got the final say.

Tony had a look of determination on his face at that. "Yeah, we'll see about that."

But all those little issues had been flushed out in the first few days, and now they were working on incorporating his program into everything. Peter already wired him into the Spider-Man suit, tapped him into the tower's network architecture, and into the smart glasses the man had pointed out to him that were, apparently, never finished in the face of the Peter Project.

EDITH, he had called it, but based on all the features she had, Peter was mostly positive it was better that project was never finished. Peter kept the glasses, though, body having an all over shiver the first time he heard Mr. Stark's voice directly in his ear.

Now, they were putting the finishing touches on getting Tony wired into the penthouse, which had its own individual network infrastructure and security protocols. Having Friday helped with a lot of the grunt work, but there were some fine tuning things that Peter had to do to wrap it up.

"There!" he said, leaning back on his haunches as he slid the discreet panel back over the hidden network rack in the living room (carefully hidden behind tall, leafy vegetation he was vaguely sure was called a monster plant). "Okay, Fri-baby, fire it up, let him in."

"Are you sure, Mom?" Friday said, voice warm with humor. "Shouldn't guests knock first?"

"Your father is not a guest, dear," he joked back with her, loving the rapid way she grew with him. He was weirdly proud of her, seeing all these changes in behavior and temperament.

"If you say so."

And then - Tony.

Adding the holographic projection system was another touch Peter had to manually install, like with a drill and everything. It was absolutely worth the time spent crawling around on the ceiling when the man bloomed to life in front of him, craning his neck around to check out the apartment.

"Man, I forgot how bland this place was," he said, eyeing the all-white leather couch and black slate flooring of the sunken living room.

"Bland?" Peter asked, aghast. "This place is great!"

Tony gave him a look. "Kid, I know your taste runs to the science pun t-shirt side of the spectrum, but all black and white isn't exactly that much of a step up from beige."

Peter flushed. "I mean, it's simple but it's nice! And why did you even pick it if you didn't like it?"

"Oh," the older man responded, casually walking around the space. "I didn't. Hired some expensive decorator and told them to go crazy with it." He shrugged. "The lab was always my space, so I didn't really give a damn went on up here as much. Pep was the one to put the art and stuff up - which I see she took."

"Yeah, it was gone by the time I got up here, but not much else thankfully. And I guess that makes sense. The lab just…feels like you, Mr. Stark."

Tony gave him another look. "Kid, you've gotta start calling me Tony. It's cute when you say it, but since I'm essentially a ghost, I think we're past the point of titles."

"I mean," Peter said, struggling not to let all the blood in his body rush to his face at how enflamed he felt at Mr. Stark calling him cute. "If I'm only cute when I say it, I guess I have to keep it up, right, Mr. Stark?" He was falling far short of the playful retort he was going for, mostly because there was too much sincerity in the words.

"Pete, you're cute with or without the 'Mr. Stark' schtick," Tony chuckled casually, as though he wasn't uprooting Peter's entire existence right now.

"O-oh, okay." This was one of those things that made Tony differ from Mr. Stark and Peter had to say, he appreciated it. The openness and honesty, the lack of barrier he could always feel was there before. He wondered how much of it was anxiety and part of the physical pretense of being Tony Stark that made him that way, that he lacked now. Whatever it was, Peter liked it. "So, Tony."

"That's my name, kid," he winked, "don't wear it out."

Peter rolled his eyes. This was the Tony he was used to.

"But seriously," Tony continued, picking their previous conversation back up. "You should redo this place, liven it up a little! Some paint, new furniture, yada yada," he waved a hand around the room. "I've seen your bedroom, not to mention the apartment you shared with May - eclectic is in, and now you've got all the money in the world to make your space your own."

"I hadn't really thought about it like that," Peter said, walking over to where Tony's glowing blue form was. "It just - it feels so weird to change things in your house, you know?"

"Peter, and I say this sincerely," Tony said and yes his tone was playful but sincere nonetheless. "I never cared about how this place looked, it was a matter of convenience. It was a bed and a kitchen and a respectable place to have people over but that's about it. And it's your house now."

Peter furrowed his brow. "But the media center and the blankets and pillows - ?"

"Yeaaaaah," the man dragged out and turned to look over at the TV set up in question. "I may or may not have bought that after you mentioned wanting to binge Star Wars with me when you'd realized I hadn't seen all of them." He shrugged but the casual gesture was ruined by the side-eyed sincerity.

"You bought," Peter started, "an entire TV set up, surround sound, and game console just to watch TV with me?"

"Sure," the man shrugged again and Peter knew for a fact that his whole casual-whatever he was doing was put upon, but he didn't know how to call it out - or if he even wanted to.

What do you say when someone spends a few thousand grand on something because you mentioned it offhand in one conversation?

"Listen, kid," Tony sighed, looking over at him finally. "I told you I was too much and this is what I meant. I do - too much. Extravagant gifts and shit like," he waved his hand at the media center wall, "whole media center set ups and custom blankets without asking." He shrugged, and it was probably the first time Peter had ever seen the man truly awkward, for all that he fidgeted normally. "People've been telling me that my whole life but I just can't ever seem to break the habit." He sounded truly apologetic and that was the moment that Peter snapped.

"Stop," he said, voice firm, face rigid. Tony looked at him, chagrined, like a kid being told off after putting his hand in the cookie jar. "There is nothing wrong with you," Peter continued and watched as the man's glowing blue face snapped up at him in surprise. "Your love language is just gift giving, is all," he explained. "You show people you care by giving them things and I bet it's always things like this," he waved toward the media center. "Things they've mentioned or things you know they'll need or care about. Right?" Tony nodded, eyes wide behind his square framed glasses. "Then, there you go," he said, running out of the confident steam he'd been using for his little mini-rant. "You just want to give people you care about things to make their lives better or things they want or way to enjoy themselves better. There's nothing wrong with that. Sure, it can feel like a little much sometimes due to the expense of such things but at the same time - it's your money, you can afford it, so why not?"

The look on Tony's face clearly said that no one had spelled it out like that before and that he wasn't totally sure if he believed Peter.

Peter smiled, a little sadly. "Tony, if I had thought you were giving me things to make me in debt to you or buy my loyalty or something, I'd have turned them down. But it's obvious you don't, and why would I try and hurt you by being a dick about it?"

Tony cleared his throat. "I gotta say, kid, you're like the first person to not give a damn about it. It's always either people after my money, or people who think I'm trying to buy them with it. It's…refreshing."

"I mean," Peter said while he walked over to the large, squishy chaise side of the couch he liked. "It's not like I don't think about it? It's just - like I didn't grow up with a lot of money, right? And neither did my friends. And so when Ned or someone went out of their way to get me something it really meant a lot. And while you have the ability to probably buy a small country - " Tony laughed, " - that doesn't negate the fact that you put thought and energy into it just like anyone else would."

Tony sat down on the other side of the couch from him, their usual seats, and the normalcy of the action soothed Peter. He was starting to look past the faint blue glow of the other man and just see Tony.

"Thanks, kid," Tony said, looking over at him. "I mean that."

"I know you do," Peter smiled softly. He curled in on himself, snuggling into the cushions, wishing he had his movie blanket.

Tony's mind seemed to go the same direction. "Where's that blanket of yours?" he asked, craning his neck to look at the space where the basket of blankets and spare pillows for the living room used to be.

Peter sighed. "It was one of the things Ms. Potts took," he shrugged. "I haven't gotten around to replacing it yet."

The older man frowned. "You should have Friday do it," he finally said. "I didn't buy it, I crafted it out of the same textile I used to make Steve's stuff with." At Peter's look, he explained, "Capcicle has a similar texture issue that you do, senses cranked up a little under yours. Your first Spider-Man suit was made out of an off-shoot of the formula, but the base is perfect for blankets and things." He furrowed his brow, looking away, thinking. "Pepper knew that," he muttered to himself. "Fri? Get on that, will you?"

"You got it, Boss."

"Maybe she had them grab it by accident when she sent people up to get the artwork and stuff?" Peter pondered.

"Yeah, maybe," Tony agreed though he didn't sound convinced. "How about," he said instead of whatever seemed to be on his mind, "you go grab a blanket from somewhere and we watch something. You wouldn't believe how fast my brain runs now," he chuckled. "And I don't really sleep anymore, so being online and zoning out a little would be nice."

Peter smiled and agreed, stopping at the kitchen to pop a bag of microwave popcorn in before heading down the hallway. He paused by his room first before ultimately going to Tony's and grabbing the bundled up comforter. It was just so much softer than the one in the guest room, and it still faintly smelled like the other man. That wasn't too weird right?

Pushing back the anxiety in him that screamed, 'uh yeah it's weird he's going to call you out on it,' Peter walked back out to the living room and dumped it onto the couch. He tried to be casual about it, twisting on his heel to grab the popcorn and pour it into a bowl before coming back to the living room and snuggling down into the blanket.

He tried not to pay attention to the long, long look Tony gave him when the teen asked, "Anything you're in the mood for?"

After a moment, the older man said, "Fuck it, let's watch Star Wars again."

#for you fic #starker #ironspider #peter parker x tony stark #tony stark x peter parker #peter parker #tony stark #iron man #peter x tony #spiderman

[mads-is-tired]

Generation Loss Episode Three was Scripted, a short analytical commentary

I don't think Ranboo was entirely in control in episode 3 like we're lead to believe.

I’m obsessed with the set up of “episode three was also scripted by showfall”. Episode one follows a clear plot, there's a few glitches but for the most part you get the vibe that this is what a showfall show usually is. The second episode has more glitches, giving the audience more chances to see “the real gl!Ranboo” and his reactions to the Horrors, before being shoved deeper into the mind control and turning into an NPC in those last bits from the museum onwards. It ends with Hetch breaking through the show and releasing gl!Ranboo. Not completely though, but the audience wouldn’t know that. We are taught to assume from the glitches that when the mask lights are off or flashing, gl!Ranboo is (mostly) in control. So why would we question that now? The lights aren’t even flashing, they’re off. They have a genuine reaction that anyone would have after suddenly becoming aware of themselves in a giant mall. But gl!Ranboo was still under control. Showfall seems to typically control people with accessories, and while that's not always true, the mask is still on him, lights or no lights. 

(i'm putting the rest under the cut because this is over 1000 words and I don't want to be a menace to my mutuals who don't follow genloss)

Ranboo stated that every choice gl!Ranboo makes in the finale was the wrong choice. Saving gl!Charlie, steering gl!Charlie away from the axe, trusting Hetch, choosing the wrong code, walking to the wrong exit, the list goes on.

Charlie has been in every episode. There are theories of him being “Showfalls Favourite”, maybe this is true, or maybe he’s a fan favourite? Maybe the show was set up for Ranboo to find him, and feel compelled to release him from the mind control. Having someone with the main character also prompts dialogue, which we wouldn’t have gotten if Ranboo was by themselves. 

The fateful words “can you run with that?” causes multiple problems for these characters when Ranboo steers Charlie away from the axe. If he had it, they would have gotten out. To me, the most logical explanation is that Showfall could not allow them to escape before Hetch’s grand plan was executed. On one hand, why couldn’t they just have Charlie not pick it up in the first place? Maybe they did actually release Charlie from being mind controlled (but not Ranboo) so his reactions felt real. Why have the axe in the room at all? I don’t have a good explanation for that. But Ranboo saw the TV monster/security, he saw what it did to the employee and Sneeg, why would you risk not having an axe, even if you thought it might slow you down a bit?

After Hetch “died”, he gave instructions to the button. The ratio turns to cinematic. The cameras are no longer being controlled by drones, it’s like a movie. The camera men are no longer acknowledged. Ranboo goes into an almost trance, stabbing the first employee he sees. While I recall Ranboo mentioning that gl!Ranboo was angry at everything and wanted to avenge his friend (or something along those lines), the cinematography from the view’s POV, and just the ‘trace’ full stop feels like a driving point to the plot. This also brings me to the wires that bleed from the employee. I believe that gl!Ranboo’s actions have been influenced by Showfall up until Hetch’s scene, but it was still Ranboo. Now, as the ratio changes, Showfall are back in control. Their filter is back up. The employee we see mauled by security earlier was bleeding, the one Ranboo stabs is wires. I do enjoy the theory that employees who try to escape or try to help cast members escape are killed and filled with wires, as well as the theory that the longer they work for Showfall, the less human they become. It could be any one of these theories, but its definitely important due to the emphasis put on it. 

Charlie’s last moments were spent trying to get Ranboo out, the man was getting gutted and torn to shreds, possibly having wires shoved inside him, and he manages to find the strength to stop screaming in pain and point towards the button. I may be reading into this too much, it's a very plausible scene and it does fall inline with the famous last words trope. I may be reading into all of it too much, as many of these elements could just be creative choices with no real plot behind them, particularly the ratio change. 

Another thing I’ve thought of while writing this, security seems to hang around after its killed. 

We see it over Sneeg’s body, however it must have been there for a while. Ranboo and Charlie were out in the open in the mall, not too far away, surely Sneeg’s screams would have echoed throughout the space, suggesting that he died before they were close enough for them to hear it. Security was also hovering over Charlie, while the other employees were chasing after Ranboo, which you would assume was security’s job. Both of these scenes goes back to that theory of security (re)wiring and reprogramming the employees and cast members. This brings me hope that Charlie and Sneeg aren’t dead, just reprogrammed. But then this goes back to my other post about Ranboo saving Charlie was the reason he died, and the parallel between Ranboo’s choice and the audience's final choice. What's the better outcome? Becoming/remaining a cast member with Showfall Media for as long as they want you to entertain for them, living under mind control for entire lifetimes, or death, right here, right now. The audience, and Ranboo, decided the latter was a better fate. 

As of the last scene with the box, I'm not sure if thats gl!Ranboo in total control or not. According to Ranboo, it is, and Showfall are even putting his memories back. It would make sense he was in control, maybe Showfall were just lucky their 'hero' had so much emotion behind him.

To summarise, there are many details that indicate gl!Ranboo was not in total control in episode three like we are led to believe. We are trusting Hetch just as Ranboo did, and look where that got them.

feel free to add to this in replies, reblogs, tags, whatever! I'd love to hear your thoughts, whether you agree with me or not

#i did it i made the post #its 1088 words btw #i've been coming back to this body of text for like a week adding to it and editing it #i'm not sure if i've made my high school english teachers proud or disappointed #because they'd hate the format and the casual way i write with the questions and such #but i've also practically written an essay of my own free will which is something i've never done before #anyway my genloss brainrot is fading but i still have so many thoughts bouncing around upstairs #actual tags time #generation loss #ranboo #slimecicle #charlie slimecicle #genloss #sneegsnag #gl!slimecicle #gl!ranboo #gl!sneegsnag #gl!charlie #generation loss spoilers #generation loss theory #generation loss finale #generation loss the social experiments #genloss spoilers #ranboolive #mads makes a post #i probably should have added images to this. all well i suppose

[longdeadking-moved-blogs]

ok hi guys i have. genloss thoughts.

so we've seen a few different "archetypes" for characters, right? we have the hero (ranboo), the side characters (charlie and sneeg), the antagonists (the puzzler and demon charlie), the background characters (niki, austin, etc), and who i'm calling the crew (the ghouls & rats, the cameramen, and the drones). (hetch is his own thing but i will Get to him, also security and squiggles.)

all these archetypes are very distinct, there's not a lot of overlap between them (the only exceptions i could think of would be frank, who doesnt really count since he's not. yknow. alive. and rat-rae, who has speaking lines, but is still obviously crew.)

i'm thinking, these archetypes almost seem like... a life cycle. let me explain.

first, showfall finds a Hero. they need to be naive, blinded by fear and hope. so the Hero needs to be the first step. and there are three directions the Hero can go after that.

if the Hero is just... boring, uninteresting, going through the motions, they become Crew. the masks (or the goo, in the case of the ghouls) control them permanently.

if the Hero goes the way ranboo did, there are two options. either they die, and stay dead (or restart, becoming a Hero again), or they live and move on to the next step - becoming an Antagonist.

Antagonists have more freedom than Heroes (squiggles outright says they let the puzzler do whatever he wants), but they're still under showfall's control. the freedom is helpful because it makes them more interesting, but it also makes them unpredictable.

once an Antagonist has run their course, there's three options again. if they're too complacent, they become Crew. if they're too volitile or if showfall needs some drama or a Hero needs a win, they die. but if they prove to still be useful, they move on. they become a Background Character.

seems like a weird jump, right? but we saw it happen, with charlie. he died as demon slime, then reappeared as patient charlie.

also, i think this is the reason neither Antagonists lasted more than an episode. they need a lot of Background Characters, so turnover is quick.

by the time Background Characters arrive, they have developed personalities. or, more accurately, a single trait that showfall can monopolize on. charlie was slimy. niki was nice. austin was gay (a nice nod to the token gay trope, btw). and Background Characters switch up the formula a bit.

i think, by the time you get to this point, you aren't at risk of becoming Crew. or at least, it isnt likely (i'm thinking rat-rae was a BG Character who got turned into crew, which is why she can talk). no, instead, your two options are as follows:

you can stay a Background Character, "dying" and being reset every episode.

or, if you're a fan-favorite, you get upgraded to Side Character.

again, we saw this happen with charlie, and also with sneeg. i believe sneeg became a Side Character between episode 1 and 2, which is why he was allowed to see beyond the 4th wall. gotta have your characters be a little haunted, right? it's a horror show, after all.

and if you become a Side Character, there's not a lot of places to go. viewers will recognize you in different shows, so the question is - what does showfall do when a Side Character's show ends?

once again, they have two options. death or promotion.

and this time, the promotion is a little different.

so. hetch. a villian for sure, but he's in a weird position. he tells ranboo - and the viewers - during the final scene that he's just following orders. he wears his own mask, same as ranboo. but why? why have this weird, semi-canon, rebel traitor figure?

i think hetch made it to the final archetype. a subsection of Crew that's picked out for a special characteristic. anything that makes them truly compelling. i think the wire monster made it here, too (they were so consistently rebellious that showfall had to strip away all of their humanity, leaving them a mess of wire).

hetch became a Mascot.

hetch, the wire monster, and squiggles went through every step, proved their worth, and what did they get in return?

knowledge, but not freedom. never freedom.

and i think if we'd voted live, ranboo would have made it all the way as well.

#the kings decrees #genloss #genloss spoilers #gl!ranboo #genloss theory #long post #im going insane over here guys #you dont understand #it's a cycle... all of them are disposable... cogs in a machine... you dont understand!!! #inspired by watching charlie go from Silly Guy to Sillier Guy to Oh God I'm Going To Die Here #genloss archetype theory

[toaberalt]

I'm going to rant about random genloss theories and shit ok

Let's start with ranboo. His first memory is the cabin right? But that's back when hetch was dying. In a bts thing he said that their memories came back when the mask was flashing. The mask didn't start flashing in ep 3 until they were in the box. It lit up the second hetch appeared in the doorframe to drag them into the box room. I think they gave him his memories back so they'd remember their entire past and beg for us to kill them. I think they would have rathered us kill them because that'd be easier on them. And by them I mean showfall media. And hear me out. We didn't have a choice in it at all. We've already seen that they can bring people back to life. Charlie came back multiple times and said himself that "I can die as many times as I want" (or smth along those lines) in ep 1. It just keeps repeating over and over and showfall can bring them back as many times as they want. Remember the showfall media employee that ranboo killed? That's their job in the show. Every time this happens, every time the hero goes through to save the day, that one in particular gets killed. Why do I say that? That one bleeds wires okay. While we're at it there's another smaller theory I have about security. Security has been rebuilt so many times and has progressively become worse and worse and worse because yk that's what generation loss means, the loss in detail or quality over time. Like if you took a picture of something on a phone, took a picture of that picture, took a picture of that picture, and so on. The quality will drop. That's generation loss. (In case you reading this didn't already know that lol) Anyway security has been rebuilt so many times that it has become a wire monster without much structure. Plus, Ranboo said during the genloss panel at vidcon that there was pieces of flesh in security. That implies that they were once human, but have been rebuilt progressively worse over such a long period of time that the humanity left in them has become nothing but little bits. That showfall media employee has much of it's humanity left, but it bled wires, meaning it has been rebuilt at least a few times before. Another thing is that we don't see anybody but Ranboo and Hetch bleed. Ethan's blood was shown sure, but he wasn't in the frame so how can we really know it's his. Anything could be props for the show. (If we saw anybody else bleed please remind me in the comments btw) I feel like this might be Ranboo's first show. As for Hetch, I'd love to believe he's a good guy, and I kind of do. I just think he's just like the Puzzler probably was. Likely from whatever reality Ranboo was from, just taken and forced to be part of the show. The reason the Puzzler wasn't revived was because he wasn't necessary for the rest of the show. Anybody who wasn't revived was likely revived after the fact with their memories wiped. Speaking of wiped memories, I never got back to that thing I was saying about Ranboo and their memories. I believe that they gave him his memories so that he'd beg for death so they wouldn't have to drag him away and kill him later. The choice was nothing but an illusion. Ranboo was destined to make it to the end, inevitably die and have his memories wiped in the process, and then start all over again. I feel like this was Ranboo's first show. They seem the most aware, the most awake, the most human. Everyone else feels a little robotic. As if they're reading from a script. I feel like this may be Sneeg's second or third show, I think Charlie's been in it for a while, and I think the Puzzler and the one's trapped by him in ep 2 have been there the longest. And remember, as cute as Squiggles may be, he's not on our side. The little man was FUMING when Ranboo broke out of the electric chair. He is nothing but a little bit of comedic relief put there by showfall to keep us company. I also feel like we may be just as imprisoned by showfall as the others. We aren't the ones showfall is entertaining. We're forced to stand behind a one way mirror and watch as our heroes fail again and again and again.

To make us feel worse about it, we're given the illusion of choice. 10,000 chance that we chose the right key and we did? Yeah right Jerma. All those times we had to choose where they went next? He still would have ended up doing the same things no matter what in different orders. Tipping over Charlie's grandma's ashes? What would that have done to change the overall storyline, really. Change a few dialogues? Wow how interesting. Our choice does not matter. Ranboo and the others are stuck in this infinite loop of illusions, fake choices, death, and most importantly of all, entertainment. Hetch said his job is to find people "from your world" to be the puppets of showfall's show. I feel as though the hero of this show wasn't always Ranboo. It could have once been Sneeg, or Charlie, or maybe even WAYYY back it could have been security. As time progresses, people's roles change. Except Hetch. His one role is to find people for the show. I think Hetch may have been one of the first that showfall found for their show. He finds people, tests them, and puts them to work for the viewer's entertainment. Kind of. I mean he's not really the one putting them to work, that's the founder. Kill the founder yk? Remember that? That's the only way to stop the loop. He's the one dragging this on and on and on. The "kill button"? Yeah that didn't do anything, really. He was supposed to make it to the button. Everything happened just as planned, just as it was scripted. I think that the only way for them to break out is for us to get out of where we are trapped and go stop them. Break them free of showfall's control. We're the variety. We make decisions that don't affect the overall outcome of the show and that simply change trivial parts of the entertainment. Forced to sit and decide on things that won't change the outcome. Unless we stop making the decisions they give to us and instead breaking free from the pointless clicking and deciding, nothing will change. The choices they provide us won't change the outcome. To change the outcome, we'd have to make our own choices. For the sake of our heroes and all the heroes that will come to be, break free the actors and kill the founder.

#genloss #generation loss #genloss spoilers #genloss spirit of the cabin #genloss warehouse #genloss choice #ranboo #boobler #generation loss theory #genloss theory #generation loss theories #genloss theories #kill the founder #showfall media

[inversionimpulse]

Yumemi, appearing out of thin air: Hey, so, I need you to answer a question for me.

Yumemi: Stop screaming at me- No, actually, you're right, this needs some background first. So I lost my job and my tenure and got laughed out of acad... you were there for all that, you don't need me to tell you about it. Anyway, I went back in time about... fifty-ish years probably, and I found this secret paradise of supernatural beings.

Yumemi: Only, get this, the person in charge of it was one of my students! Sometime in the future she's going to get tossed back in time thousands of years and she's going to become this really sexy evil youkai mastermind.

Yumemi: So I need to know if it's still a breach of professional ethics to date her.

Yumemi: Yes, I know you fired me and I'm not a professor anymore. I was there for that. But obviously once I bring her back here and she proves that magic is real and that I was right all along and you were fools to call me mad, you'll reinstate me.

Yumemi: Oh, well, it's no use doing -that-. I already cut the wires on the silent alarm so we could have a proper private conversation. Security's not coming, Dean.

Yumemi: Look, just answer the question and I'll be out of your hair-

Yumemi: Oh, -now- it's "Where have you been, Okazaki?" "We've been worried!" "Are you okay?" "Are you the one behind the theft of that ICBM?" "You're an internationally-wanted criminal!" Well, okay, firstly, her name is Mimi, not "that ICBM." Secondly, for your information, yes, I did take Mimi. Do you know anyone else with the skills to pull that off? Didn't think so.

Yumemi: What? No, I don't have her anymore. I gave her to a twelve-year-old as a present.

Yumemi: Look, stop dodging the question.

Yumemi: I need to know if it's a breach of professional ethics bang one of my students if it's a future version of her from the past who's hundreds of times my age and rules a small province of folkloric monsters.

Yumemi: It's a simple yes-or-no question, Dean.

#touhou #touhou project #yumemi okazaki #yakumo yukari #maribel hearn #yukari/yumemi is a ship that popped into my head one day complete with very strong feelings about it #(with or without the 'merry and renko are yumemi's students' headcanon you see in doujins and such sometimes) #despite the fact that nearly no one else seems to have so much as thought about the idea #also. to be clear. yukari is presently attempting to kill her #A queue in the dark beguiles me

[mable-stitchpunk]

Do you think The Mimic is pure evil or just one very unfortunate bot? seen a pretty big group of people lately saying its just pure evil but I'm unsure if a learning AI can actually be pure evil, esp when you could potentially contain and correct its behavior and AI.

While I do hate what the Mimic is now and that its just a charmless Ennard, I do think the Mimic has a ton of potential especially if a redemption path is taken with it, its a learning AI, its not set to be what it is forever, and with the theory that Cassie survived as well as Roxy I think its a perfect set up for Mimic redemption.

The Mimic could watch the positive interactions between Roxy and Cassie and learn like its supposed to, while I don't see it being immediate the Mimic could go from hostile to just... not exactly nice but not murderous, harsh, cautious, curious. And personally if anyone was going to befriend the Mimic I do think it'd would be Cassie, she feels empathy even for scary things that chase her.

But I doubt this would ever happen, its taking away a big scary bad guy from the plot and not putting another one in, even if I think the new big bad should be whoever owns Fazbear Entertainment now, there is some super shady stuff going on there. I think unfortunately the Mimic may be doomed to always be a shallow Ennard, a big scary monster and nothing else, even if it shouldn't be.

I feel like, from what we've seen in the books and game (and ignoring the random inconsistencies through some of the interpretations, that Mimic is pretty much just an evil supervillain who is bad. Sort of like Eleanor except sometimes it strictly mimics and other times it's aware. If it's possessing Helpi when his eyes go yellow, then it also occasionally acts like some of the variations of novel William.

By which I mean, Mimic could be a complex villain, but I just don't see it happening. A lot of what it is was piecemeal from other characters and backstories, which already doesn't show much originality on its part. And looking at the characters who directly inspired it, Eleanor, I don't foresee Mimic to be anything more notable than Afton replacement.

There of course ARE a few routes they could've or could go that would make Mimic more interesting. Here's some ideas:

Have Mimic actually not a sentient creature but instead does just mimic everything. In that case, it could mimic someone like Cassie or Roxy and become friendly- only to risk becoming aggressive again if it gets the chance to lock onto another subject to mimic.

Have Mimic be Edwin's child and have his resulting aggression and switch into villainy triggered by what Edwin did to him. A sort of reverse-Henry scenario. Plus, maybe there can finally be some thematic repercussions for the abuse and trauma the haunted animatronics went through. The new villain being a victim.

(I don't personally like this idea, but in case you want a shocking twist) Maybe had the Mimic be Glamrock Freddy. Recontextualize Freddy's "when she brought me down here" and "I am not me" lines. While clearing out the basement, Vanny accidentally awakened the Mimic who then overtook Freddy's body. Mimic then became convinced he WAS Freddy. Of course, this would only be effective if it was set up and revealed in Security Breach. Even then, it would still be a twist for the sake of a twist.

Have Mimic actually be Ennard, lol. I don't know how he got there, but those wires could probably squirm into a random suit more easily than a random endoskeleton.

Have Mimic start mimicking Roxy and Cassie get control of it through its programmed bond, then have like an alternate Gregory/Freddy relationship except it's Cassie and this extremely aggressive endoskeleton that thinks it's Roxanne Wolf.

Of all the options, Mimic being a redeemable or an easily manipulated villain would certainly be more interesting than just bad because evil. Maybe even go a Fabrication Machine route somehow.

In 9, the Fabrication Machine unleashes a war against the humans and kills them all off. While in the movie the Scientist suggests this could be because the machine doesn't have a soul, in the Scientist's Journal it is shown that the machine was overworked creating war machines for the humans and that its resulting turn on them was likely triggered by that.

In my opinion though, I think it would've been cooler if it was The Blob luring her down there. The Blob, under the right circumstances, could be very terrifying. It is a monster, but imagine it luring a child with the voice of another... perhaps because it believes it's a child too.

A mat of wires comprised of numerous victims, numerous bodies, numerous voices. It may not have any souls left inside of it, maybe it does but they cannot distinguish themselves. All it knows is that it wants out and it cries out for help from a 'fellow child'.

But there's no helping it. It is simply too dangerous- because unlike Mimic, who can barely move faster than a light jog, who can be broken apart by an elevator door, who is destructible... You cannot destroy writhing wires. There's simply too much to take it out.

You may try to suffocate the voices of agony, but they will continue screaming from the depths until someone comes to find them.

I don't think Mimic ever had a chance to be that cool. 😔

#The Mimic #Fnaf #The Blob #The Tangle #Eleanor #Villains #“Oh you're a villain alright just not a super one” #“Yeah? What's the difference?” #“PRESENTATION!”

[xalygatorx]

Worthy (2015) | Chapter 11, "To See Her Again"

Disappearing sporadically in public spaces quickly becomes Cora Dempsey's least concerning problem when suddenly she captures the attention of the forming Avengers Initiative, the World Security Council, and Asgard's fallen prince all in one week. And the universe is only just getting started with her.

Worthy is a slow-burn SFW Marvelverse (films) romance between Loki and a female OC. For additional details on what canon is used, see the Prologue post.

Summary: We rejoin Loki on the precipice of his and the Chitauri’s invasion of Midgard after an immeasurable amount of time under the Other’s influence. Loki learns what became of Cora and makes a decision.

Pairing: Loki x Fem!OC

Warnings: Descriptions of past physical abuse and trauma responses; superhero movie levels of action

Word Count: 3.4k

Loki stood silently by as the Chitauri leader he'd come to know as the Other addressed the dark figure upon his throne, his body bent in a submissive bow as he spoke. "The Tesseract has awakened. It is on a little world. A human world. They would wield its power, but our ally knows its workings as they never will…," he said, his voice gravelly and barely concealing a dark, deadly hunger in its undertones.

The Other turned and placed a golden scepter crowned with a blue spherical gem and silver blades like teeth in Loki's hands, and he barely contained a shudder as the raw, writhing figments of Chitauri magic slid beneath his skin just as they had before, time and time again, then presenting pain instead of power and seeking out the repressed weaknesses and emotional casualties which lay within him. Exploiting them. Reopening the scars and blistering the vulnerable flesh beneath until they festered, rotted, stemming with sickness into his bloodstream until disease circulated back to his mind, where madness had already eagerly begun to brew.

The Chitauri writhed in masses all around them, the earth quaking from their frenzied shifting. "He is ready to lead," the Other continued, ignoring the prince's muted discomfort though Loki knew he could sense it. He had to be attuned after all this time. It hadn't been long; the blink of an eye for someone like them. Yet every moment had been agony, force, punishment, and borderline despair for the Jotun amongst true monsters the likes of which he was sure Asgard had never experienced. Otherwise, tales of Frost Giants would have never seemed so frightening in comparison. "And our force, our Chitauri, will follow."

The Other flourished a respectful hand toward the figure—Thanos, one of the last Eternals of Titan—upon the throne as he said with as much charm as his reptilian voice could muster, "The world will be his. The universe, yours. And the humans… What can they do but burn?"

Thanos remained pensively silent for a moment before a smirk crooked his lips and he murmured simply, "Then let us begin." 

Feral cries of anticipation rang out all around as the Chitauri retreated from the throne once the signal was given, Loki keeping step as to not get swept up in their scaly ranks. As they continued onward, he began to lag a bit, glancing down at the scepter in his hands just as the Other came near. It was all Loki could do to not reflexively defend himself or even, shamefully, shrink away.

"You lack enthusiasm for your day of glory," he observed, though he severely lacked any of the concern he may have been trying to falsely imply. It was mockery and it made the former king bristle with injured pride. The Other's voice became stone-cold in a way familiar now to Loki as he said, "You will not have second thoughts."

Loki nodded once, wired and on edge from the sickening power pulsating from the scepter, feeling like hundreds of insects shuffling through his bones. He drew a shuddering breath as he tried to ignore the sensation, the Other watching him with entertainment taken from the Jotun's reaction to the Chitauri's magic. The frost giant's pain was his pleasure and there had been many a tortured soul before him to hold the hooded creature's attention. "I will not," Loki said woodenly. "Why should I?"

"Because you are not getting what you desire from this," the Other answered easily, moving forward while Loki stayed still. "You gain a throne, but not the right one, no… Why would a reign over Midgard satisfy you?"

"I am destined to be a king," Loki gritted quietly.

"But not over men," the Other said, having pulled the exact words from Loki's passing thoughts. Loki glanced down at the scepter in his hands, cursing it and wanting to drop it, but knowing it would prove only to anger the being nearby and plant suspicion where there need be none. Flashbacks of the pain, the forture, lanced through his disheveled mind and put him back in check. The Other turned, circling Loki as he spoke. "You do not care for a Midgardian throne. Admit it now," he instructed calmly.

Loki hesitated before obeying. "I do not care for a Midgardian throne."

"Yet you will take one because your outlandish desires are impossible and do not mesh with our true leader's will," he snapped. "You should be grateful you will reap this much from your small part in this scheme. Your sole two wishes are follies. Weak dreams of a boy long dead by my merciful hands."

Loki frowned faintly after quickly dispelling the Other's last statement from his head. "Two wishes?"

"Of course. Young Loki—you do not know your own mind, do you?" he mocked and elaborated, "Yes… Two. One much stronger and more vital to your sanity than the other. We both know what I speak of."

"Vengeance," Loki said in a hard voice when the Other gestured for him to speak it. "My rightful place as king of Asgard. Yet, apart from that… I cannot think of another whim I may have."

"Oh, but there is another… One more pathetic than your desperate climb toward a throne you lost."

The Other waited, letting the unknown hover in the air between them until Loki gritted through his teeth, "Enlighten me."

The cloaked creature smirked under the shadow of his hood as he continued to step slowly around Loki. "This was never about control of Midgard and it has not been about the Tesseract for a while now. It is your bargaining chip… What care do you have for a throne over mortals? They will expire beneath your boot heels, they will clamber for your approval, but for what? They are easy, they are vermin. You want power—desperately—and yet there's something else as well." 

The Other smirked maliciously, finally bringing an end to his extensive teasing. "I have been inside your head, Loki Laufeyson, over and over again… And you would bring the entirety of Midgard to ruin just to see her again."

Loki's gaze flashed toward the Other, his eyes narrowed. "Think you I hold feelings for a mortal woman?"

"She is alive, you know."

His jaw clenched, dropping the façade of disbelief as it was of no use; the Other spoke the truth of invading his mind. He recalled it clearly and with disgust. "You jest."

"If you say so," the Other murmured with a flippant shrug.

"How would you know if she lives?"

"Your hold on the human scientist's consciousness branches to me as well, given my hold over a portion of yours," he explained silkily, ignoring the way Loki's eye twitched at that. "I dug deeper than you did. You are careless. And you are weak."

The Other shifted over and began to walk away, giving Loki little choice but to follow, preparing to channel the Tesseract and carry out his purpose as he pondered what the Other had told him, wondering what had become of the little woman he'd aggravated and been aggravated by in those few days they were cooped up in a warehouse together. He'd hung onto those few days and days from his childhood through the misery of this nightly void, drawing some comfort from them when his sanity clung by bare threads.

The fact that he'd become so involved with concern and interest over the girl both angered and baffled him. Worldly attachments were not options to him now and he'd learned from the Asgardians he'd called his family until that dream was ripped from his clinging fingers that love wounded. It was a path to destruction and it was a lie. Loki exhaled slowly as he followed the Other to a small space in the rocks, his grip tightening on the scepter as the gem began to pulsate with energy as a connection between it and the Tesseract was forged, a portal slowly ripping reality before their eyes.

"Go forth, Loki. A new era begins in Midgard this day," the Other encouraged just before Loki moved forward, stepping into the portal and being swept into a continuum for a few short seconds, where he knelt to keep his balance. He was spat back out again in what felt like two long moments, stable on knee and foot as the roaring rip in the air behind him sucked in upon itself until closed. Steam billowed up around him as he slowly looked up, the Chitauri magic in full force now that he was putting their plans into motion. His eyes focused upon the Tesseract directly across from him in the lab as a maddened grin nearly split his face in two, the demigod slowly rising to his feet.

Chaos broke out shortly within the lab, shots being fired from SHIELD's agents and Loki slaughtering the lot with magic that plunged forth from his scepter at his command, not to mention his procuring one of Fury's most important underlings, Agent Barton. A lull only fell over the room when men lay dead upon the steel floor and Loki turned to Fury, who was attempting to get out of the lab with the Tesseract in tow. 

"Please don't," he said calmly, Fury halting in his wake. "I still need that."

"This doesn't have to get any messier…," Fury suggested, looking at the scepter-wielding spaceman nearby warily.

"Of course it does," Loki murmured, growing colder inside as he spoke and flashbacks lanced through his mind. "I've come too far for anything else. I am Loki of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose…"

Dr. Selvig gaped nearby. "Loki? Brother of Thor?"

It was all Loki could do not to snarl at the middle-aged scientist as Fury continued, "We have no quarrel with your people."

His eyes shifted lazily back to Fury. "An ant has no quarrel with a boot," he murmured flippantly.

"You planning to step on us?"

"I come with glad tidings," Loki replied with added friendliness as he stepped away from Barton, "of a world made free."

"Free from what?"

"Freedom," the demigod murmured severely, twitching faintly as the Chitauri energy from the scepter continued to worm through his bones. "Freedom is life's great lie. Once you accept that, in your heart…" He put the point of the scepter against Selvig's chest as he'd done with Barton, watching as cerulean tendrils branched from the gem and permeated the mortal's skin, his irises crystalizing with submission to its power. "You will know peace."

"You will have your war, Asgardian. If you fail, if the Tesseract is kept from us, there will be no realm, no barren moon, no crevice where he can't find you. You think you know pain?" the Other sneered in their state of psychic connection. "He will make you long for something as sweet as pain…"

Loki felt the Other's clammy hand press against his face just before he was jolted back into consciousness, glancing around like a beaten animal, feral and wary. He heaved a breath before shaking his head and standing, looking up as Barton began to pass him, holding a tablet. "Hold a moment," Loki murmured at the last minute as he rose stiffly, watching as Barton stopped and turned toward him. "Approach me."

Clint stepped forward and Loki raised a hand to his head, closing his eyes before barely touching his skull and delving carefully into the man's mind. He saw many things, some of a redhead who was also an agent for SHIELD, but who had quite a past before settling into a governmental role, his initiation into SHIELD, and even when he'd been prepared to sink an arrow or two in Thor for tearing through so many agents to get to Mjolnir during his banishment.

Finally, he got to what he wanted: the day he and the older agent had come to collect Cora from the warehouse. Loki clenched his jaw faintly as he watched the memories play out, not understanding why he cared and why he wanted to know what had happened so much. Then again, he might've known why and was just unwilling to admit it.

He watched as she was taken to their headquarters, where he had been hours before, and told she was likely going to be given a death sentence. The tale unfolded until he seemed to learn along with her that she was going to be put into deep freeze. Loki's brow knitted as he continued to watch it all unfold, only able to see bits and pieces, given that he was watching from Barton's point of view and he seemed to have extricated himself often, silently disturbed by the injustice of it all.

Loki was prepared to let go when he saw the panic as the Tesseract had started reacting to the connection which had been forming between it and the scepter. Barton had been taking orders from Fury and among those orders was an evacuation plan for all agents. "And Camo, sir?" Barton had asked, to which Fury had paused and given a firm nod, noting, "Of course she's included." In Barton's bank of knowledge, Loki could see that "Camo" had been codename from day one for Cora Dempsey.

The demigod dropped his hand from Barton's head and nodded. "As you were." Barton saluted and then went back to what he'd been doing, Loki following idly to see how things were coming along with Selvig and the Tesseract. Encased in ice on the sky-craft they've all fled to…, he mulled over the development as Dr. Selvig turned and saw him, excitedly ranting about the things the relic was revealing to him. Interesting.

Loki idly paced his steel and glass cell, suspended from over thirty-thousand feet, having just been "played" by the red-haired woman, Natasha, to get information on what he was counting on to occur… She'd not gotten the full story, of course, but he was mildly concerned that his plan wouldn't go as he wanted. At least he could think clearly now, without influence from the Chitauri ancients in the scepter and the Other in his head…

Still, how he flinched. How the anger rose within him, how the hatred burned deep… Those were not brought on by the disgusting power which infiltrated his body from the weapon, they were a part of him now. The pain, the memories of torture and agony, the lust for vengeance, the madness which took him over, all this. Whether he wanted them or not.

He sat down, his elbows braced against his knees as he looked down at the floor, at his hands which were riddled with faint scars, the worst of them under his armor. Loki sighed and ran a hand through his hair, growing impatient with his lack of progress just as he heard a roar loud enough to rattle the glass of his prison. A grin spread across his face as agents filtered in, taking shortcuts to get to Fury and warn him of what was happening, the second one stumbling and bumping the control panel in passing with the butt of his rifle.

Loki's jaw clenched as he wondered which button had been hit until a voice spoke from the panel. "Confirm identity for release?" His eyes narrowed and he stepped to the glass, his eyes blazing green as his powers permeated the glass and constructed an illusion of Director Fury near the control panel, using it as a puppet to speak using Fury's voice, "Director Nick Fury."

"Identity confirmed," the automated response chimed and Loki smirked triumphantly as the door before him slid open, a soft chuckle shaking his frame. He glanced around and started across the grated walkway when he heard familiar heavy footsteps beyond the door. Glancing toward the open cell, he created an illusion of himself, which took no more thought than the bat of an eye by now, just as Thor barged in, shouting, "NO!" as he barreled through the illusion, glancing around in confusion.

Loki had made his way back to the control panel as the door shut on Thor, who stood, a look of panic and betrayal on his face, smoothed over by anger. "Are you ever not going to fall for that?" he wondered aloud. "The humans think us immortal…" He smiled wickedly toward the imprisoned heir. "Should we test that?" Flinching as Mjolnir struck the glass and made just the smallest crack, Loki sneered and moved over to the control panel.

Hearing the whirr of a nearby weapon, Loki's hand paused, hovering over the button Fury had used to threaten him earlier, seeing the familiar thin-haired agent approaching with a massive gun of some kind. "Move away, please." Arching a brow, Loki backed off. "You like this? We started working on the prototype after you sent the Destroyer. Even I don't know what it does," he noted as he fired it up. "Do you wanna find out?"

The true Loki had gone after the scepter after leaving the cell, leaving a few illusory versions of himself behind in case he got the opportunity to cause more turmoil where his cell came into play. He stepped in behind Coulson and snarled silently as he rammed the point of his spear through his beating heart, the illusion dropping off as he ripped the tip back and let Coulson hit the as Thor shouted in the cell, mourning the being who was insignificant in Loki's eyes, Loki went to the control panel and opened up the porthole beneath the prison, making eye contact with his brother before dropping him, cell and all.

He stared at the porthole a moment before closing it, starting to walk away as Coulson murmured, "You're gonna lose," which caused him to pause.

Turning slowly, Loki looked at him. "Am I?"

"It's in your nature," he said calmly and Loki wasn't sure why he seemed so at ease.

Rage at the mortal's impertinence roiled as he seethed, "Your heroes are scattered, your floating fortress falls from the sky… Where is my disadvantage?"

"You lack conviction."

Loki shifted forward, opening his mouth to speak just as Coulson fired the weapon, the force of the blast shooting him back through the wall behind him, shaking his head a bit as he sat up and got to his feet, looking around him until he saw a familiar staircase made of the same metal mesh as the rest of the walkways, familiar only because he had seen it in Barton's mind.

He glanced toward his exit briefly before he took the staircase down into the recesses of the ship, having to step over a few portions of the stairs which had been ripped out during the Hulk's rage, no doubt. Loki frowned briefly, closing his eyes and bringing Barton's memories back to the surface before taking the hallway furthest right, which led him to a compact storage area. He'd passed multiple capsules on his way there, shattered and leaking fluid, and the felt his pace quicken as he wondered if the capsule Cora slept inside had come to the same fate.

Just five minutes passed before he found it, at the far corner of the containment area. He approached it slowly, ignoring the discord he could hear in higher levels of the ship as his gaze dropped down to the plate on the side of the steel case, reading, "DEMPSEY, CORA "TARGET: CAMO" #3441."

He cautiously touched his fingertips to the fogged, frozen glass lid, sighing with a tinge of unease as he allowed his hand to slowly transfigure into its true Jotun blue, his eyes shifting to red as he eased the ice on the inside of the glass just enough to see the interior. As the frost from the glass cleared, he leaned forward to peer inside, his lips thinning into a line as he saw the familiar, formerly fiery-tempered girl inside. The feelings that stirred in him at seeing her this way forced tension into his jaw and spine, his sense of vengeance growing until he tamed the anger. But just barely. He could almost hear her notifying him that she was—in her word for rage—"pissed."

"As am I, woman," he murmured as he lifted his hand from the glass, his skin returning to porcelain and his eyes green once more. "As am I."

Next chapter: Chapter 12, "In Glory or Ruin"

#loki laufeyson #loki x fem!oc #loki x oc #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #loki fluff #thor odinson #thor movies #thor the dark world #avengers #marvel cinematic universe #angst with a happy ending #slow burn

[nellieshill]

This is the best place I can find for my Generation Loss theory right now so bare with me as I haven’t written it out until now.

GEN LOSS EPISODE 3 SPOILERS/OXENFREE SPOILERS

It is explicitly clear from the scene in the office that whatever the employees of Showfall are, they were once human, and are now detached from their humanity. When running and trying to find a way out of the mall, Charlie and Ranboo run into a super murdered employee who is covered in blood, presumably killed by the Security Wire Monster. BUT, later, when Ranboo stabs a different employee, all we see is a bunch of wires as they come pouring out of the open wound.

I have no idea what the crossover is here, but in the horror game OxenFree (which I highly recommend), the ghost monster that you’re facing is an amalgamation of spirits that have lost their humanity and are now a spectral bunch of rage, pain, trauma, and primal desire for a body. They’ve been inhuman for so long they’ve lost their touch with humanity.

What I’m all trying to sum up to, is, what if the Security is like the final form of a Showfall employee? They slowly lose their humanity and become more robotic. Thoughts into commands, blood into wire, until there is nothing left. They are slowly changing from humans into an analogue monster, until there is nothing left that is human about them.

Just like. Evil body horror transformation into monsters :/

#generation loss #genloss #gen loss #generation loss theory #generation loss the choice #generation loss the social experiments #ranboo #Showfall #showfall media #oxenfree

[sol-rambles]

What about an au where ranboo gets reprogrammed after their death and instead of getting rid of the box. They wrap him with wires and stick some in for reprogramming and he becomes a second security monster.

Also what if the security wire monster was a past actor who also died very gruesomely and showfall was just too lazy to clean it up.

But back to ranboo, they die, they think its the end. Then get completely reset and reprogrammed to be a mindless security monster

#generation loss #solglas speaks

[cheshiresandhearts]

The Monster Within

What have I become?

It hasn't been that long since Junko started assisting the militants. With the third and final rule of their utopia being "Death To All Traitors" the militants have been hard at work maintaining that rule, and on occasion before the traitors can revive death, they must give the militants answers. That's when aguni asked Junko to step in, asking the oldest chishiya to interrogate the prisoners seeing as niragi and his crew preferred to just beat the shit out of them without getting information. She was making her way down the hall to the room she had been asked to visit, apparently a traitor was caught trying to leave the beach and it's assumed he had others helping him. Niragi stopped her right as she went to open the door, giving her a look over before scoffing and opening the door for her. Junko made a mental note of the gesture, he normally would just ignore her, or try to taunt her the same as he does with her little brother. She shook her head to focus before the threats that were made against him can shuffle in, she wouldn't be doing this job unless she had to. She stood in front of the traitor, clipboard in hand as she began the interrogation.

After about three hours end and Junko still had nothing to show for it, niragi's constant teasing about her failure was not helping with her frustration. She can feel the anxiety and anger starting to itch at the back of her brain, threatening to creep out and consume her. She stepped out of the room, hoping some fresh air will help repel the feeling. She was just about to breath a sigh of relief when she heard the door opening and closing behind her, there was only one person it could be. He chuckled and she didn't have to turn around to see the smirk on his face,"you really are all bark and no bite aren't you 'princess'." He clicked his tongue, extenuating the horrid nickname he refuses to stop calling her. She let it show it getting under her skin once and now he won't fucking shut up with it. She took a deep breath, the crimson anger refusing to ebb away from the edges of her brain. She was about to turn around and just hand in a blank report to aguni when an arm dropped across her shoulders. Junko stiffened, not accustomed to casual touch let alone from someone not Shuntaro. She would have pushed him off and left like she originally intended, she would have. But then niragi whispered something in her ear. Something that let her walls crumble and the frustration of the interrogation infect her mind and senses 'Stop Holding Back'. She let niragi lead her back into the room, fingers gently gracing the rusted barbed wire that was being kept locked in here before it's current use. She pulled out her pair of leather gloves, securing them on her hands before picking up the barbed wire, continuing the interrogation.

Only thirty minutes later, Junko handed in the information report, the unfortunate death of the traitor tagged at the bottom as the after thought, she was silent the entire time even as she made her way back to her room. She turned the shower on setting the water to nearly scalding, she sat herself on the shower floor, right under the spray and began to cry. It didn't take long for her sobs to shift into laughter as well, it was a horrid broken sound. She felt disgusted with herself. Not for what she just did to that man, not for snapping at niragi for ending his life with mercy, she was disgusted with how she felt when that man's life was in her hands, she was disgusted as how free and relieved she felt. She's terrified to feel that way again.

#aib #aib roleplay #aib rp #weeklyprompt005

[bearmemesreviews]

Spontaneous Spotlight: Silent Hill's C. B.

Sometimes you don't have enough time or material to make a full series of reviews on something, so when that happens I'll pop out a Spontaneous Spotlight review to cover any short topic that has recently come to my attention. Today we're talking about Silent Hill!

I have debated on whether or not to list SH on my "To-Do" list of franchises to review the creatures of, but those guys have been picked apart so much that I don't have anything new to say. However, new SH content is set to release in the coming years, so that means fresh pickings for me - starting with the face of our newest surprise entry: Silent Hill: The Short Message.

SMG is meant to be a free and easy entry into the Silent Hill Franchise for modern gamers. Reintroducing the surreal, heavy-handed themes and imagery of the series to hint towards what future titles may hold. Taking place in post-Covid Germany of all locations, we follow a girl named Anita as she searches an abandoned apartment complex named The Villa for her friend - a popular street artist named Maya.

Obviously meant to pick-up where P. T. left off, the game is a very blunt suicide prevention PSA which, controversial opinion, really harkens back to the heyday of SH. Corny dialogue from a tortured protagonist with the most perfect art direction in the world with a sick-ass monster design.

Yeah, there's only one monster and it's mostly just for chases, but my god what a monster.

TW: Discussions of Suicide, Suicidal Ideation, Self-Harm, Child Abuse, Bullying, and Body Horror. Spoiler Warning for Silent Hill: The Short Message.

Design: There is no true name for the Monster but the artist who designed them has acknowledged the fan nicknames of "Sakura Monster" and "Cherry Blossom". Cherry Blossom is what I'm sticking to because it ties into the twist of the game, which we'll get to later. Cherry Blossom is a humanoid with nearly accurate proportions to a teenage girl. In fact, it has completely humanoid legs from the thighs to the ankles.

Cherry Blossom is named after the flowers that every Anime nerd knows by memory, the bright pink tree foliage clumps together in a large mass that obscures all skin besides the aforementioned legs. The flowers sprout outwards from the head, making it resemble a bush from the neck up, and grows down the front of its chest (as if it's growing wherever skin would be exposed for someone wearing only a jacket with the front unzipped) and across its waist - making a skirt out of the plants. Miles of black wire seems to be used to secure the flowers onto the creature's "head", limbs, and torso. It appears to be wearing a hoodie, but the fabric is almost too moist to be real clothing. Both its hands and feet deteriorate into jagged potentially wooden spikes which is its main form of attack.

The artist specifically mentioned that they wanted to avoid using blood on this monster, opting instead to incorporate beautiful imagery into something distorted and unnerving. And I think they succeed, it's quite an unnaturally pretty monster but its body plan is so unique and effortless in its execution.

Say what you want about PT's take on the gameplay, but what it severely lacked was a monster that screamed "Silent Hill" while being its own thing like Cherry Blossom. It rivals Pyramid Head in its iconography.

Which makes sense since CB was designed by Masahiro Ito, the designer of old Triangle Hat himself. Check out the guy's twitter, his insight into the workings of Silent Hill's design is awesome. [X]

There he also posted a scrapped monster concept who shares a few details with Sakura Head, especially the way its humanoid legs distort into pegs it walks on like stilts. It's almost like a humanoid with an organic skirt that becomes an indescribable mess of viscera and wires. From a distance some of the loose barbed wire make an almost eye-like shape, with the messed up "upper body" acting like a pupil. It's shoots some of its body mass forward, or maybe it's an oddly shaped proboscis.

The game itself has stellar art direction, especially for the middle chase sequences that play around with the game's industrial motifs due to the protagonist being an artist. I especially love the usage of eyes for one of them, I genuinely suggest playing it just for that one chase in the photo maze. Also remember the corny wall messages written in blood saying "this is hell", they're back.

Symbolism: Anita, our protagonist, is revealed as unsubtlety as the franchise is prone to, to be a survivor of childhood abuse from a mother who saw her children as a curse for existing. Her mother was eventually arrested after her neglect led to Anita's brother dying, the police later finding his body hidden in the fridge. They discovered it after the clear was given to remove the kids from the home (CPS had already been investigating beforehand). Anita would later become friends with Maya and another girl named Amelie, but her trauma led to her growing abandonment issues.

(Pictured Above: Maya, a teenage girl of Asian Descent.) As a child, art was an escape and the only positive connection she had with her mother, but Anita felt upstaged by Maya due to her friend being a popular street artist named Cherry Blossom. CB's art was a combination of beautiful imagery used to express the hidden struggles and wants of teenage girls, which explains why the Sakura Monster looks the way it does.

See this original design for CB, where the hoodie and skirt are more obvious as clothing being worn by the monster. The body was made more organic looking to both increase its monstrousness, but to also make the connection to Maya more abstract. Cherry Blossom is a looming figure born from the art of someone who has everything Anita wants, it's a constant reminder of Maya and how much of a threat she was in Anita's mind. This is combined with how much Anita admired Maya, which only fueled her jealousy when she believed that Maya was trying to steal Amelie from her.

However, it's not Maya reanimated. It's a manifestation built from Anita's subconscious, much like Maria, that exists to torment and corral Anita into facing her issues head on. And I do mean torment and corral, because the game soon reveals that Anita cannot die. Whether it's purposefully ending her life, or failing to escape CB in a chase, if she dies, she's forced to return to a part of The Villa with the memories of her death.

The game plays into this with having in-game deaths be reversed like VHS tapes, with the game's trigger warning page reappearing every time she has to start the entire game all over again. It's later revealed that Anita came to The Villa, not to meet with Maya personally, but to visit the spot where she leapt to her own death years ago. This leads to her making several attempts on her own life to follow Maya's stead, but The Villa refuses to let her escape in any way besides what "it" wants her to do. How the games end once you finally confront all of Anita's traumas and guilt over Maya's suicide, well, I'll leave that to you to find out. However, as an overall experience it really feels like a better reintroduction than the travesty that was Ascension. I feel like, since PT's been deleted for a while now, its gameplay is less intolerable than when every indie game wanted to do PT again in the 2010s and the set pieces make up 70% of the experience. And these are some damn fine set pieces.

This game is all around just beautiful to experience, but you might be left wondering how this ties into Silent Hill...after all, I did mention this taking place in Germany. Silent Hill F, another upcoming game, seems to be taking similar cues to SH:SMG by not only using beautiful imagery for grotesque body horror, but also taking place somewhere away from our fog covered tourist spot.

In-game we are told about "The Silent Hill Effect" through a newspaper clipping, which seems to imply that in the world of Silent Hill the town the game's named after is not as uncommon of an occurrence as we thought. It's definitely its most famous, but the fog seems to venture outside our favorite cultist stomping ground. I would love for SH to take the Biohazard(Resident Evil) route of taking its core concept and expanding on it into new settings. Especially if it means less Bobblehead Nurses and Pyramid Head appearances in the future, put those guys in the retirement home my god.

My theory is that the human consciousness itself can manifest pockets of Silent Hill's phenomenon as long as enough people in one space compound their traumas and miseries into a monster creating mist, further supported by the fact that the original town already had a history of supernatural events and cult activity before the events of the main games.

I guess Silent HILLS isn't completely dead and buried.

#silent hill #silent hill the short message #creature design #cherry blossom #bmoreviews #spontaneous spotlight #tw suicide #tw self harm #tw body horror #tw child abuse

[jess-themess05]

I posted 901 times in 2022

That's 901 more posts than 2021!

117 posts created (13%)

784 posts reblogged (87%)

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I tagged 778 of my posts in 2022

Only 14% of my posts had no tags

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Longest Tag: 127 characters

#despite probably putting the fear of god in everyone who came across you admitting to have drunk fire starter and sulfuric acid

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

tehehe yes spider lmao

Actually im shoked I didn't saw anyone draw him like that before, bc he is litteraly

CREATUR CRAWLING ON WALLS AND HIS WIRE IS LITTERALY LIKE SPIDER WEB!!!

hmm

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#4

oh hey a finished art piece

wow would ya look at that

in case you’ve never heard of this fanfic tHIS

this is the bug love fanfic! by @theohnocorral respectfully

this is just my interpretation of him, but of course he has a more official design hehe

my next plan of action is moon man!! he’s a gosh darn moth :)

extras down below!

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#3

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#2

Favorite fics?

oh geez. i’m gonna try keep it sweet and simple less i go on and make it unbearable to read. also these summaries are gonna be terrible but i think all of these are gonna be fnaf sun and moon fics i’m SORRY ITS IN MY HEAD BUT ANYWAYS- SHORT N SWEET LES GO

A Dose of Sunshine and Starlight - @give-me-your-monsters a slow burn w/ lots of angst and bittersweet-ness aww but you are all mentally ill.

Bug Love - @theohnocorral the boys are now bug-ified gods and take a liking to a mortal who probably apologies to inanimate objects

Universal Jesters - @lovelymoonmagic you accidentally become the handler to pair of bots with memory loss and mystery trauma

it was, in reality, not fine - @bones-of-a-rabbit you, the reader, have the self preservation skills as a bowl of soup. also oblivious to love hehe

Late Night to Early Morning - Loyal_Backstabber reader meets neglected robot clowns and vows to risk their life for them

Solar Lunacy - @bamsara its- ITS SOLAR LUNACY. anyways you meet certified murder robots and say i can fix em, they’re gonna fix u too.

copper cogs rusted through - @paper-lilypie “oh what’s this, one of these jesters tried killing me? eh it’s fine” then you fall in love

Rotating Shifts - LightningTriceratops protag mistakes sun for unconscious, jaundice ridden man and realizes he’s a robot with a not dead brother and separation anxiety

basically ANYTHINGGG by @naffeclipse , but the first story i ever read from them was In Deep Dreams Between the Waves very different fro, eclipse in sleuth jesters cause he’s actually decent. (also poor vanessa girl don’t get a break)

Clowning Around - EngageSage you overcome your anxiety to protect a poor jester, and are fueled by spite to fuck up moon man for being a certified bitch

Celestial hearts in a purple mind - @kabra-malvada *finds ominous object* *touches it* *is shocked to find they are possessed*

Twin Animatronics With Too Much Time on Their Hands - @twinanimatronics & @dana-chan-the-control-brain you fall in love and fight the temptation to resurrect a dead dude and kill him again

The Night Shift - @certified-handler oopsie you now work with a needy jester who sweeps you off your feet, even more oopsie he turns into a psychopath when the lights go out and triple oopsie you fall in love with HIM too

Star Crossed Souls - @faz-friendly-light-up-shoes reader said “god give me a sign i’ll find love.” gets the sign, and ignores it

404: Personal Space Not Found - CrazedAuthor anxiety filled individual thinks they will be fixed by a child supervisor, gets surprised by his stab happy twin

Celestial Syzygy - @echoingkarma you’re like the jack of all trades, including befriending animatronics who may or may not hate you (and want to maim you) you are probably underpaid.

My Neighbor Mr. Roboto - @kagedbird oh what’s this? you think moving into your new apartment will be simple and boring? WRONG there’s a robot in your closet. and everywhere- why are there so many-

Apology Flowers and Blooming Hours - @daunsun you’d think sentient flowers would have no angsty backstory huh? well actually...

Our Orbit is Elliptical - @sycopomp like your intrusive thoughts came to life, and you choose to ignore them

Lost and Found - SmolShampoo technology is so cool right guys? you got ai, and that ai can get traumatized! how cool??

Stare at the Abyss; It Might Look Back - @characcoon reader becomes a human punching bag and finds new rusty robot roommates. once they escape a deteriorating child’s play place they walked into

Ventura Highway - @madamemiz says “hey is anyone gonna take this robot?” and doesn’t wait for an answer.

Repaired Unstable - @blonde-fraumell you decide to work alongside your childhood friend! oh how non threatening he was- hey why’s this man TEN FEET TALL. and why’s this other man so kickable.

also, obligatory mer may fics! even though it’s no longer may these are still being updated :D

Luminescent Charm - @finfiprince reader finds the fishy dudes they saved as a kid in a cage, continues to spite god until they can save them

Celestial Omens (that really like Fishsticks) - @bamsara (again yes) you save two scared bastard fish and feed them in your bathroom, a decade later they see u and go “well they gave us fishsticks no drowning for them”

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My #1 post of 2022

guess who made one of those ask game things :] yknow cause why not

you know the drill

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i forgot i had this in my drafts

#i am actually very glad i joined the hellsite this year #all of the super talented folks (some of which i’m friends with now :D) #are all great and it’s awesome to see #there’s also just the mutuals on here i’ve made #lots of shenanigans. many fights. many possessions. many weddings. #hell IM gonna get married #how cool is that!! #tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #thank you tumblr for reminding me of that time lily got accused of crushing on bees #i fortunately forgot #basically it’s just been nice being on here :] #thank you for listening to my rambles lovely’s #AYY I JUST NOTICED HOW MANY TAGS THE BELOVED MUTUALS HAS #nice

[digital-corruption]

Unrecognisable Part 17

I stretched out my body on the side of the road in the midday sun. My entire body was aching after hours of hiking through farmland then along the side of a very empty road. Jake thankfully managed to wave down the first vehicle we saw. It was a delivery van, but given it was the first vehicle we had seen, we were desperate. I waited on the forest's edge as Jake was negotiating with the driver for a ride.

“Well, he can’t get us all the way to the border, but he can at least get us to the next town,” Jake sighed as he walked over to me.

“It’s better than nothing?” I shrugged.

Jake nodded and opened the back of the van. I peered in and noticed it was pretty much empty anyway. Jake climbed in first and sat down on the floor, holding his backpack in front of him. I got in and closed the doors behind me and sat down next to him. He put his arm around my shoulders and gave me a quick squeeze before pulling out his laptop from his backpack.

The driver turned and glanced back at us before driving off. He gave me a weird vibe, but if Jake felt he was ok, then he must’ve been. Honestly, if some serial killer had picked us up, I'd probably still be more terrified of Jake. I imagined him putting the likes of Jack the Ripper in his place, which made me giggle. It made me think what would’ve happened if he had found the Man Without a Face in those mines. Well, I guess the question really was, did Jake become the unhinged man he was today because of what happened, or was he always like that? Did it awaken something that was dormant underneath? I couldn’t help but wonder if he had been looking forward to the chance to take on the legend, and saving Hannah and Richy was just his excuse to fight him one-on-one. He never got that chance though; the legend was just smoke and mirrors. Did that just add to his frustration, that there was no actual monster to fight?

My attention was drawn back to Jake’s laptop as he was opening several windows. “What are you doing?” I whispered.

“Just checking on a few things,” he assured me.

“Did your contact cross us?” I questioned.

Jake paused, then turned to me, “I don’t think so. Things would have gone much more differently if it was a set up. Still, he’s not getting the rest of the money.”

Several maps of the area loaded including a standard street map showing our current location still fifteen minutes from the next town center. One of the maps was a topography map. Another showed the border crossings and defences. The last one showed the rail lines in the area and their status, including the one that currently had an obstruction on it. He spent a lot time going through the different maps and working out the best course of action.

“They’re going to make things more difficult for our trip,” he mumbled.

“Are you sure we should be traveling by road?” I asked.

He tilted his head back and forth, “We could try to wait it out, but that would mean we don’t get there in time.”

“Or? You have another idea?” I pushed.

“If not by land then by sea?” he joked. “Except in this case by river.”

“How is that any safer?” I queried.

“Then by air!” he exclaimed.

“Uhh, exactly how?” I was struggling to keep up with him.

“We hang glide across! Look, we can jump from this peak here,” he pointed to the topographical map.

“Have you ever hang glided before?” I narrowed my eyes in suspicion.

“No, but how hard can it be?” he shrugged.

I knew it, he had no idea how to do it. “Wait, what’s here?” I gestured to the middle of the forest.

“Trees?” he responded innocently.

“And? What security is there?” I pushed.

Jake swapped back to the border crossing map, “A fence.”

“Can’t we just go over it?” I suggested.

“Hmm, it will likely have barbed wire, but we could just make our own way through. The only problem is if there are cameras,” he explained.

“Can’t you hack those?” I said quietly.

“Exactly what do you think I do? I don’t just wave my laptop at things and say a magic spell,” he rolled his eyes.

“Ok, fine, we’ll just have to do what my people do back home with speed cameras,” I mused. “We shoot them.”

“You realise that’s as effective as being seen, right?” he frowned.

“Realistically could they get to us in time before we’re through?” I questioned.

“Probably not. That forest is rather dense. No off-roaders can get through,” he admitted.

“Well, I think this is better than hang gliding,” I teased.

“A helicopter could still track us moving through the forest,” he argued. “They could have people waiting for us on the other side.”

“I thought we were safe as long as we crossed the border,” I frowned.

“The southern border, not the eastern border,” he sighed. “Unless…”

“Unless what?” I leaned forwards to look at him directly.

“How much do you trust me?” he smirked.

“That sounds like famous last words,” I narrowed my eyes.

“Not even a little?” he pouted. “It’s not like I lost our clothes.”

“What are-,” I began to say before the realisation hit me. “Oh fuck.” Of course, I left our bag at my seat on the train.

“And that’s why I carry the computer,” he mocked.

“What am I going to do? Look at my pants!” I gritted my teeth as I gestured to my bloodied pants.

“Well I don’t mind if you don’t wear any,” he teased.

“Ok so we have to go shopping when we reach the town,” I insisted.

“Uh, you can’t. Not looking like that,” he frowned.

“But we have no spare clothes!” I exclaimed.

He groaned, “Fine, we find a thrift store. In and out quickly, ok?”

“Can I pick out your clothes?” I mused.

“No,” he answered simply.

“Why not?” it was my turn to pout.

“Plain, black clothes will do me just fine,” he glared.

“So boring,” I stuck my tongue out at him.

Jake leaned over to bite my tongue, but I pulled it back before he could. He smiled and sat back against the van again.

“I forgot to mention it earlier, but nice work on the message,” he grinned.

I blushed, “Thank you. I was worried you might not have heard it.”

“No, I heard it. Clear as day,” he nodded. “You just didn’t give me a lot of time.”

“The next train wasn’t going to be for another three hours,” I explained.

“No, it had to be that one,” he agreed. “I almost didn’t make the train though.”

“What happened?” I frowned.

“I jumped,” he laughed.

“Wait, what? How?” I asked in disbelief.

“If I told you, you’d probably commit me,” he smiled.

“For being suicidal, I definitely will!” I slapped his arm.

He grabbed my hand and held it, “I had it under control. It wasn’t the first time I jumped on a train and it wasn’t even at speed.”

“Oh my God, I can’t even... ugh!” I shook my head and looked away.

He laughed, then leant over to whisper in my ear, “Remember the lengths I will go to get to you. Nothing can keep me from you anymore.”

“And if I run?” I asked suggestively.

“I will find you, pin you down and remind you who you belong to,” he responded huskily in my ear.

My body shuddered as a chill ran down my spine. The urge to provoke him was too great, but as our gracious driver glanced over his shoulder, I was reminded that we weren’t alone. It was going to have to wait. It didn't stop Jake from putting a hand on my leg and rubbing my inner thigh teasingly.

“I haven't forgotten what you said last night. Know that my plans for you haven’t changed and I intend to act upon them as soon as I can,” he spoke quietly, but dominantly in my ear.

Suddenly the van started slowly down to a stop, but it was too soon to be at the town. Jake pushed his laptop aside and moved up to a crouching position to look past the front seats. He said something to the driver and the driver said something back, but I couldn’t hear over the sound of the engine.

Jake turned back to me with a look of annoyance, “There’s a checkpoint ahead.”

“We should get out then. Before they search the vehicle,” I thought out loud.

“No, it’s too obvious,” he shook his head.

Jake packed his laptop away, then removed his hoodie and his mask. There was a baseball cap tucked away behind the driver’s seat that he took out. After giving it quick shake he put it on.

“I am going to sit up front, ok? You do your best to make that leg look injured. If anyone asks you, we were hiking in the woods when you fell and since you couldn’t walk on your leg, we got a lift to get you to hospital. Remember your new identity?” Jake explained as he ripped a section his shirt to tie the fabric around my shin.

“Emily Wagner,” I confirmed.

“You’re the same age as you are now, only born a month later. We've been together for five years, married for two. No kids yet, but we’re trying,” he continued.

“Is that last part necessary?” I laughed.

“Ok, maybe just me,” he smirked impishly. “We're celebrating our anniversary which is why we’re away from home.”

“We have a golden retriever back home. His name is Lucky,” I added. Jake looked at me confused. “If you can add your fantasy, so can I,” I teased.

“Why is he named Lucky?” he went along with it.

“Because we found him in a well,” I humoured.

“If you say so,” he smiled.

“Uh, we don’t have rings,” I pointed out. “It'll be a little obvious.”

“Keep your hand in your pocket,” he said as he got up to move to the front. “Don’t worry, I've got this.”

“Again with the famous last words,” I mumbled to myself.

Surely this time wouldn’t end in a shoot out. Right? Right!?

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