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pinkhorsepro123 · 7 months

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Cringetober 2023

Here's Day 2!

Say hello to ReaderBot! They belong to @bones-of-a-rabbit and I absolutely adore them-

(This is my version of them btw- mainly cause I couldn't let go of the idea of them wheeling around-)

I probably won't be doing tomorrows- but will be back for the 4th!

#not dsaf’s #cringetober #fuck cringe culture #cringetober 2023 #self insert #day 2 self insert #fnaf #fnaf au #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #five nights at freddy's security breach #x reader #readerbot #readerbot au #after everything was fixed fic #after everything was fixed but you were still broken #repairbot reader #they are bby ok

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phoenixwrites · 7 months

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Regina talks a big game. But for all of her suspicions, right here? She is afraid.

She was so desperate for Rumplestiltskin's curse, she did not see the little...failsafes, little loopholes for Rumple to see. For instance, why he asked for Emma's name, because Emma's name--the Savior's presence in Storybrooke--would unlock his memories of the Enchanted Forest.

Or that little, "I want everything I want, as long as I say 'please'" which turned out to be a little curse trick that would FORCE Regina to comply, whenever he said 'please'. (Which should've been utilized more often actually...I suppose that broke when the curse broke, but still.)

But here in this moment, Rumplestiltskin reveals a few things.

He gave up his biggest trump card against Regina--his name, the knowledge of the curse she cast--just for a tiny PIECE of his memories with Belle. Regina has always known that Belle is important to him, but I don't think she understood HOW important, that what SHE thought was a clever move--kidnapping Belle for further use against Gold--actually seems to be her holding on to an atomic bomb ready to go off the moment Gold realizes he has her.

He is not SCARED to give up his name. It alters things a bit, he's annoyed, but he is not afraid to do it, the way she is. That frightens her. Gold has had this plan for WHILE and she has no idea what it is or how it might screw up her own machinations.

She tries to get the upper hand back when she taunts him with the cup--but it's too late.

Gold is a dangerous weapon and the moment he realizes that Regina has Belle, that weapon is gonna be turned against the Queen.

#phoenix watches OUAT #Rumbelle #the summer after season one of OUAT #the fics #the fix it fics #the smut #the AUs #it was a golden age #before OUAT writers ruined everything

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ellascreams · 24 days

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Don’t Blow Up On Me

[You know what, Zor hacking into your radio signal and saying ominous threats at you during a high stakes mission is usually pretty scary. But when the person currently acting as your handler is a very low ranking ex-employee of theirs, it’s only a little creepy, and really more awkward than anything. Phoenix is just trying to diffuse a bomb. This fic does have some serious moments so don’t expect pure silliness.]

Phoenix mostly worked in their own little office these days. They didn’t have much of a reason to stay at any headquarters building. Still, they had to go to one sometimes, and this was the first time in a while they were really really glad they did.

They were still processing what had happened as they ran. It was all so fast. It started with filling out a survey about how well Ollie had acted as their handler while Reginald was sick. Ok, that made sense. That’s why they were there in the first place. To fill out all the required paperwork before Reginald came back to work tomorrow.

Then the alarm came with its flashing red lights, blaring sirens, and a repeating announcement of what was wrong. It started as just “SECURITY BREACH” and then suddenly became “BOMB THREAT.” Neither of those were good. They grabbed their earpiece and nodded at Ollie to show they were ready to help. Ollie quickly conversed with some other handlers. He turned to them and said “The other agents are going to take care of evacuation and look for any hidden traps or Zoraxis operatives. That leaves bomb duty to us!” He looked at the security report which had managed to calculate the general area the bomb was in. Then he looked at some old Zoraxis bomb models and used them to narrow down its location. “If my instincts are correct, it should be in the breaker room down in the basement.” Phoenix didn’t wait to be told to leave before they started running.

From the start of the alarm to the present, only a minute had passed. This whole situation was bad. Usually they would be upset to suddenly be in a situation like this, and they were, but they were still glad they came to the office when they did. If they weren’t there the bomb would probably still have been planted. They trusted the other agents to be capable of disarming a bomb, but they weren’t sure if they trusted the other agents enough to want them disarming a bomb when Ollie’s life was on the line. They wanted to be the one protecting him from this threat.

They got to the breaker room and the bomb was just… sitting there. On the floor. They were expecting it to be hidden amongst the electrical equipment or at least mounted to a wall somewhere. If they couldn’t disarm it they could probably just pick it up and move it away from the building. Hm, maybe not. It was a big bomb, almost the size of a suitcase, and it very well might explode before they could get it far enough away.

They took a crouched down and looked at it closer. They could hear it ticking but there was no visible timer. They didn’t know how much time they had.

“Agent Phoenix,” said a familiar voice in their ear, but it wasn’t Ollie’s voice or even Reginald’s. “I wasn’t expecting you. That was my mistake. You seem to have a knack for appearing at every mission I have a personal interest in.” Phoenix felt their heart beat faster. No matter how many times they heard Zor talk they couldn’t get used to it. Something about their smug tone, their unwavering conviction that they were in control, and that uncanny voice changer just made their skin crawl.

“I suppose you’ll be attempting to disarm my bomb then. Go right ahead. Convenient how we left it right there, on the ground, in plain sight. It’s almost too good to be true.” The agent instinctively looked up from the bomb and started scanning the room for hidden ones. They shouldn’t listen to Zor but they just said, or at least implied, what they were already thinking. Zor giggled ever so slightly.

“I think it’s best you don’t listen to them.” Phoenix was very relived to hear Ollie’s voice again. “If they think you’re smart enough to catch their usual tricks, they just make things simple and hope you’ll overthink it. And while I may not be familiar with this specific model, I’ve seen bombs like it, and that ticking sound is hard to replicate. It’s a real bomb, and the only bomb here.”

“Oh?” Huh. Phoenix didn’t know you could convey raising one eyebrow through nothing but the tone of your voice. “This isn’t your usual handler. How rude of you to not introduce us,” they said, as if Phoenix would ever want to give them information on other agents or was capable of saying the words needed for introductions. Ollie and Phoenix tried to ignore them.

“You’re going to have to get through the metal casing. It doesn’t have any screws, and cutting or melting through it risks the bomb going off.” Ollie paused thoughtfully. “If you could find something thin enough and strong enough to wedge between the gaps maybe you could pry it open?” Far easier said than done but Phoenix started searching the room nonetheless.

“Or maybe there’s no need to introduce us. He sounds awfully familiar… Ollie, was it?” Phoenix inhaled sharply. It was easy to forget he had actually talked to the doctor when he was such a low ranking employee. They even remembered his name. Eh, that wasn’t too surprising. You sort of need a good memory to be an evil genius like Zor.

Phoenix rummaged through a tool box that had been abandoned in a corner. “I didn’t expect to see you working for The Agency. It may be a bit cliche of me to say but, truthfully, I expected you to be dead by now. I’ll admit that I’m impressed.” Phoenix glanced at the screwdriver several times before an idea struck them. There weren’t any screws on the bomb, but the tip of the screwdriver was thin and flat. Not bad for prying things open.

They took a knee again. It was hard to get good leverage with the bomb on the floor so they kept it hovering at head height while they started trying to pry it open. Dr. Zor was still trying different angles to engage Ollie in conversation. “Perhaps I’m impressed enough to let bygones be bygones and allow you to work for me again.” That one did the trick.

“As tempting as that offer is I’m afraid I’ll have to decline on account of you trying to kill me.” When the metal finally gave way it was so sudden Phoenix almost fell. They pried the metal just a bit further until they could see the wires inside.

“Great job! Let’s see, it looks like there are 7 different colored wires… for Zoraxis bombs like that you just have to cut them in reverse rainbow order.” A bit weird, but ok. Phoenix got pliers from the tool box and began carefully cutting. The violet wire snapped in two.

“Whatever do you mean?” Zor continued as if their conversation hadn’t been interrupted by the engineering of their explosives being explained to an enemy. Phoenix cut the indigo wire. “Well, I wanted to excuse the whole leaving me at bottom of the ocean thing, you very well might’ve just forgotten and mistakes happen, but that escape pod was definitely a death trap. I was trying to keep track of all the OSHA violations but I lost count because of oxygen deprivation.”

“It was nothing personal, I assure you.” Blue wire. “That really doesn’t make it any better. Why did you even want me dead anyway?” Because you knew about the experiments, Phoenix thought. They were probably hoping you had just enough food to guard the place until Prism was dead. Then you’d starve so you couldn’t tell anyone about KBOOM. Ollie was very smart but sometimes it seemed like he was too kind to actually understand evil. Green wire.

“Even without the murder attempt a lot of the working conditions were just… bad. For all the issues The Agency has, they still try to prioritize the health of their employees. It’s hard in this line of work, but— Oh, Phoenix! Wait!” The agent froze. The blades of their open pliers surrounded the next wire perfectly still, like it was waiting for their orders to attack. “I know that wire looks like a somewhat orangey yellow, but according to Zoraxis manufacturers, that’s actually just orange. The yellow one is brighter than that.” Phoenix quickly, but even more carefully than before, pulled their pliers away. While they were still too dizzy from adrenaline to understand anyone’s words, they were vaguely aware that Ollie had returned to his previous point. How on earth did he not lose his train of thought from almost exploding?

They broke free from their haze when Zor said “I see. What if I gave you a promotion? I could even make you one of my highest ranking operatives. You’d be paid far better and you’d have my protection.”

“I WAS DIRECTLY INVOLVED IN YOU BETRAYING PRISM!”

Phoenix began tuning them both out after that. It was very weird listening to them argue. It reminded them of being a kid at a friend’s house and awkwardly standing there as their friend argued with their parents. And while Ollie never actually gave anything away, it still made Phoenix cringe whenever he almost mentioned Agency secrets in his frustration.

They still payed a little attention to the fight. It really said a lot about Ollie’s skill as a handler that despite the high stakes of their missions this was the least collected they had ever seen or heard him. Zor slowly sounded more annoyed as they realized just how many of their secrets he’d shared and just how much they’d underestimated him. It was somewhat satisfying to hear some of Zor’s smug tone dissipate.

They only listened fully when Ollie said “Phoenix” or “agent.” They still needed his instructions for the next few steps. Plus, if they’d missed their name being called earlier, well, they wouldn’t still be in this strange situation. Their strategy worked pretty well. The only time it backfired is when Ollie started talking about how kind they were to him and how he was sure they’d agree his old conditions were fair. As nice as it was they wished that they could say please just leave me out of this.

After what was probably a few minutes though it felt far longer, the bomb was finally defused, and at the same time so was the argument. It seemed Ollie had run out of things to say and Zor was finally done provoking him. Phoenix could hear interference from Zor’s radio abruptly halt as they left without a word. They weren’t sure when they stood up in all the chaos but apparently they had, because the second there was quiet, the gravity of what happened finally hit them and pulled them down to their knees.

Oh no. They almost died, didn’t they? That wasn’t anything new but it was still always a little worrying. Ollie almost dying with them was new and definitely not something they liked. But what was really sinking in was what the argument with Zor actually implied. They were very secretive and would not like an old employee of their’s alive. Especially not if they were working for The Agency and especially if he was far more clever than they originally thought he was.

Come to think of it… why did they target this building? Zoraxis as an organization would probably attack any Agency HQ they discovered but didn’t Zor say something about having a “personal interest” in this particular attack? It seemed like they genuinely weren’t expecting Phoenix so they weren’t the target. Zor knew a deserter was here. Phoenix didn’t know how but they were sure of it. Again, Zor’s struggle to recognize Ollie did seem very real, so they probably didn’t know who their ex-employee was. They know now though. Zor even successfully started an argument to get more information about him although it got a little out of hand.

This location would be abandoned now that it was compromised. Even so, Phoenix decided that as soon as they got in contact with Reginald they would tell him to get Ollie a private and well hidden office like their’s. Handler was a job with a lot of official paperwork and a lot of it had to be filled out at headquarters, but even frequent trips to one would be better than staying there all the time.

Phoenix was willing to bet Ollie didn’t realize how much danger he was in so right now it was up to everyone else to keep him safe. He helped a lot of people in this Agency. The Agency could spare a few recourses to help him. If they didn’t, then they would get a proper demonstration of just how terrifying their top agent can be. Reginald always said they were intimidating. Something about stoic silence.

#Dang I used a lot of italics in this #handler ollie au #ieytd fanfic #agent phoenix ieytd #dr. zor #ieytd ollie #oneshot #ieytd #fun fact: Phoenix's sudden realization at the end was inspired by my own thoughts when I was planning this fic #I just thought it would be interesting to see Ollie and Zor interact in this au and funny to have Phoenix awkwardly trying to do their job #but then it occurred to me. Zor wouldn’t just leave Ollie alone after finding out everything he’s been doing.#then I realized that Zoraxis might have figured out a deserter was there and that fixed a bunch of potential plot holes #so now this au has a fun little conflict :)#tw bomb #tw death mention #ieytd 3 spoilers #ieytd au

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banapricot · 1 year

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the first ep of s3 is actually the Most evil episode in a show full of evil episodes. It starts off fun and lighthearted like oh look at House his leg's healed! He's running 8 miles just because! He's still the same guy that steamrolls over attempts at courtesy and doesn't react normally to anything and mainly communicates through mean sarcasm, but also he's happy with his life for the first time in years and wants to make others lives better too! Look at him getting emotionally invested in his patient's health! Oh wait the treatment's not working. Huh. It's still not working. House is starting to worry his leg's getting worse again. Wilson says he just needs time but he doesn't have time, the patient's being discharged, his family has resigned themselves to taking care of someone who's nothing more than a burden. He goes for another run to clear his head and gets an idea. He can fix the patient he just needs another chance, but he's told no. No you can't fix them. So he gives up. and the patient does end up being cured, but House doesn't find out because Cuddy and Wilson don't want him to, they think it would make him worse, that they know what's best. His leg hurts again. He risks his closest relationship to make the pain stop.

House got invested in a patient, tried to improve someone's quality of life, to hope and try for more than just survival, and then he failed. The world convinced him he had been right to be cynical and keep his distance and never have hope, because things don't get any better when you try. They just hurt worse.

#hatecrimes md #house md #This was one of the first eps I watched but I had to come back to it after I'd seen more to feel the impact #I think this was the episode that set the course for the ending #Help Me was another #but I think this was the most improvement House ever showed #and then he regressed again by the end of the episode #If it was an arc it would be different #everything fails before it succeeds #but it wasn't. It was one (mostly) closed story where he got better and then got worse #The show is also one (mostly) closed story of him getting better then worse #or worse then worse then worse then better then worse #but the point remains #The start of s3 was when he was doomed by the narrative #urgh I think I'm gonna have to write a fix-it fic to get this show out of my head #If you don't heal you hurt forever. If you don't let the characters heal they hurt you forever

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blondeforyou · 6 months

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The door chimes, and immediately EDI offers “Dr. Solus is at the door,” as explanation.

Shephard presses the button on her desk to open the door instead of going to open it herself, but she doesn’t feel good about it. She prefers to welcome her friends in, face to face interaction—she’ll lose her train of thought if she doesn’t finish this message, though.

“Fuck, uh--” she squints at the screen in an effort to make the translation clearer. “What’s the French word for ‘frigate’? Knew I should have paid closer attention in that class.”

She’s not really expecting an answer, so she jumps slightly when Mordin replies with “Une frégate,” with no trace of question or hesitation.

Shephard hesitates, starts typing, and then pauses halfway through. “Um, ah...à gauche ou à droite?”

“À droite.”

After finishing the word, she saves the message as a draft (three hundred years forward in technology and messaging systems still work like god damn emails from the twentieth century) and turns around to face Mordin. He has an opinion before she can even get a question out. “Omni-tool would have been faster. Easier.”

“I usually get it eventually if I ask aloud, stimulates whatever part of my brain stores French.”

“Left frontal lobe for humans.”

“And for Salarians?”

“The left hip. Salarian evolution saw extremities being chopped off and discarded. Thought it better to store vital information in body core.”

Shephard blinks a few times in astonishment, before breathing out a deep sigh of faux frustration. “You almost had me. Almost.”

Mordin grins before moving closer to Shephard, peering at her screen, the message still there. “Family?”

“Family friend.” Shephard doesn’t turn around, just watches Mordin’s eyes as he reads and listens to her simultaneously. “Older, says the translators interfere with her hearings aids. I’ve been trying to keep her updated more recently, since…” There’s a loaded word if there ever was one. There have been so many instigating instances, each one more violent and deadly, and she wonders not for the first time if there will ever come a time where the worlds stop moving.

#mass effect #mass effect fanfiction #commander shepard #mordin solus #part of a larger shepard/mordin fic i'm writing #but I reread this part after many months away and wanted to share #my writing #takes place sometime within me3 #in an au where i fix everything obv #fanfiction #fanfic

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stcnefruit · 2 months

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— open starter.

status - open to all, but pls read my rules and mobile about (pinned post) first before interacting. don't like my starters. muse - vasti inaiê souza gonçalves, sculptor, potter and printmaker. bisexual, uses she/her pronouns. human, thirty. wanted opposites (in order of priority) - m/nb/f, 30+. mocs (muns/muses of color) preferred. wanted connections - literal strangers, an ex, fellow artist, someone they haven't seen since sixth grade, as long as they're a little richer than vasti is (and not related) go literally batsh*t plot - they're on their way to personally deliver one of their commissions but they haven't slept well in over 48 hours (they've slept enough to not get pulled over, they can drive) and really should have hired a truck or sent it through the post but hey they've done it before and the client is right across town (or city, cough) so it shouldn't be too bad right? they'll make it except you just kind of yk. rear-ended them at the stoplight and their sh*t's in the trunk bc it couldn't fit in the back seat and now you might have just f*cked sh*t up if that packing wrap isn't as good as it's marketed to be. potential meet cute with insurance problems and career threatening happenings basically, what could be better than that

— she hears it before she feels it, the way the body of the car lurches underneath her at the street corner. the rattling in the back is too loud for her to ignore, and she's already doing inventory on what she has with her. registration papers, house keys, studio keys, that flat tire kit she's never had to use in her life and hopes she won't have to now, the delivery— oh God, fuck, the delivery. in the trunk. surrounded by a shit ton of bubble wrap and cling film and whatever the fuck else she wrapped it in at 3am two days ago and placed it in its box, but last she checked no flat tire makes that kind of sound like the kind where there's a bit too much metal and you know in your gut you'll need to call your insurance company. both of them, in her case, if the vehicle in her rearview mirror is giving anything to go by. que se lixe isso, this is not a good day. her blood pressure was not made for this. neither was her neck, for that matter, but she doubts there was enough speed behind the impact to cause any whiplash worth worrying about. she unlocks her phone as she steps out, car door slamming closed behind her, insurance already on speed dial. as a precaution she takes a few photos of the other car's license plate, now neatly tucked (along with the front bumper) just barely under her chassis—she is not paying for this shit if she doesn't have to, especially if the driver in question has enough money to be driving a car like that right into her sedan and especially if they might have just jeopardized her commission. three months, hundreds of hours, possibly damaged in her trunk because it's the one day she didn't have her morning coffee and decided to put it there instead of the backseat, bubble wrap or no bubble wrap. yeah, she'll milk every last penny from that payout while she's at it. might as well be pissed for a reason. 'hey,' she says, coming up to the window as it rolls down, 'i'm sorry, this is going to sound so completely fucking obvious and i know this and you know this but i think you just rear-ended me? and there's something in my trunk that i really need to get out and check on before this day goes any further to shit than it already has so if you could please try and back the fuck up, it would be much appreciated. juro o túmulo da minha mãe.' her mother is alive, thank you very much, but it's not like they need to know that in english or portuguese. // @indiestarter

#* open starters.#( * starters - vasti. )#( * threads - vasti. )#indie rp #indie oc rp #indie bi rp #independent rp #indie starter #open starter #( * so like. funny thing when it's OOC/my main i like censor everything. but at this point i've been on Tumblr so long that the #| asterisks are basically me and my hyperfixation and aesthetic choice than anything else bc IC????? no asterisks babe we are writing #| this sh*t out [see. exactly what i mean look at the starter and then look at this. smh]#| anyway say hi to Vasti!!!!!!! treat her nicely she's been rotting my brain for the past week and a half but whatever you do #| this is not good shipping practice for your artwork do not follow this advice tho in her defense she's running on low sleep #| and zero coffee. i also speak no Portuguese whatsoever i get all of this off the net so if it's wrong i'm sorry. i'll fix it sksksksk #| tldr; it's here i got off my ass and wrote a medium length starter after years of not RPing everybody cheer. do not feel pressured #| to match the length this happened bc i am a fic/book writer first and foremost i don't do short unless i'm replying rip )

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ceriseisland · 5 months

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sird acts like she just wants the worst outcome out of stuff, like i can imagine she wanted silver to reunite with giovanni with the idea of silver following his fathers steps or smth like that in mind. idk let her cook

Yeah, that would fit. Idk if I fully believe it (I don't think there's a single universe where Silver joins team rocket since he's too Silver for that) but it makes more sense than any reason we're given

Idk my personal headcanon for Sird is that she's immortal (was AZ's advisor and got caught up in the ultimate weapon deal) and she can see the strings of fate or something, so she's trying to set up events in a specific way for some overarching plan. Like, she can see how everything will turn out if x action is taken, so she has a hand in everything because she's trying to get the world to a certain outcome. Idk what that it would be but the idea intrigues me

#pokespe has this underlying idea of fate to it since they mention fate in almost every arc #i like to imagine thats shes celebis nemesis. like celebi fixes timelines and shes out there trying to change the timeline #maybe she knows how to time travel with the crack in time #i half wrote a wally arc fic where i tried to one-up the disaster in rs by having reality fall apart and sird was involved #like time is a folded tapestry that keeps writing over itself and celebis job is to mend it but eventually youll hit a timeline where #everything goes so wrong that the world ends and that was rs #and celebi's actions at the end of rs basically just put a bandaid on time and things start falling apart after rs #but i had to stop bc like. how do you manage a story with the stakes of “all of reality is falling apart” without it getting too outsized #idk im cooking

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