Honestly I think it's awesome, reinforces the fact they're cyborg computers and can just dump infected body parts out of the can !
Imo Pebbles may have dropped his labs first, realized he still got rot cysts crawling on parts he cannot just throw away, then started to resume giant water intakes to flush whatever clung on away. Moon collapses afterwards.
If anyone would like to give me an iterator anatomy lesson I'd actually love you so much I'm neither good enough at biology or technology stuff to know anything.
ANYWAY I don't know if there's any other part of Pebbles he has actually thrown out that we can see but hm...
I wonder if this little guy had selfish little thoughts. Not born out of malice, but fear and frustration. I mean his project has failed, everything is going WRONG.
Now.
Moon is already in a horrible state. She's not stable, she's also part of why this is happening. The water he could stop taking wouldn't do much for her, she's a lost cause.
But he's still functional. He can still try and finish his work. I mean it makes sense why he shouldn't stop. Moon will collapse anyway. While Pebbles has the chance to solve the problem still.
He was this close after all.
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right now, I think my current problem with the crimeboys ending is it being presented as a Happy ending, in the fandom now and the potential of that being the case in canon in the future.
the problem isn’t Just that it wasn’t earned in the arc as a whole, but that it wasn’t earned from the Tone Of The Stream Itself.
I can’t stomach seeing people talk about how Now, Now tommy’s secure in his relationship with wilbur and he feels wanted and loved and safe when the Only thing we have that’s supposed to give that us that answer is a book that wilbur wrote for him that we never get to read.
and front loading That is tommy being violently upset, crying and lashing out, because he thinks wilbur is going to kill himself again. something that he has every right to believe considering the last time he saw wilbur months ago Wilbur Was Threatening To Kill Himself.
wilbur only told tommy the truth, that he was leaving, after tommy pried it out of him. and then he Left, and Immediately after he admitted that he was avoiding tommy Deliberately because the idea of talking to him was Too Hard.
after it was stressed time and time again that all tommy wanted was honesty, all he wanted was the chance to be there with wilbur. and he got neither. their ending gave him neither.
so we headcanon that wilbur is sending tommy letters, how is tommy ever supposed to trust that wilbur is telling the truth in them. he certainly had no problem lying to phil in the lead up to the 16th. he certainly had no problem lying to tommy over and over again, until the truth came out to bite both of them.
tommy is chronically loved from the other room, and this is That taken to an extreme.
even if you read this as a soft ending, even if you ignore that dream is for sure going to try to murder and or torture tommy now that he’s alone, I cannot for the life of me understand how anybody could read this as an ending where tommy is Happy.
where he gets to be content and comfortable and feel secure in his relationships. when he opens up to someone for the first time in his entire life about the trauma he experienced and then they ghost him and leave.
wilbur Chose to leave this time, he Chose to leave tommy where it wasn’t safe, and he didn’t trust in tommy enough, have the faith in him Enough to be honest about that. to let him prepare for it emotionally. to even spend time with him in the space between the exile stream and him leaving.
wilbur has every right to leave if that’s what he has to do for himself, I’m not gonna deny that. but the idea that tommy could have Faith or Trust in their relationship going forwards is so.
“Now tommy is secure in this relationship, Now tommy knows that he is loved”
does he? and if he does, what does being loved mean if nobody will ever stay?
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so the thing about finwe is that he really loves children. he wants to have a big family and he loves his son, but he also can’t deny that he’s always wanted more kids around. so he pleads his case to the valar, he wants to marry another woman that he loves and he wants a larger family. and he gets it! he remarries, has four more children, and everything should be fine.
except it just... doesn’t feel the same? finwe is acutely aware as to what it’s like to raise a child---he’s been raising feanor on his own for a while now---and he doesn’t get the same feeling with his other children. he doesn’t know if it’s because he’s not alone now, that these children have a mother to take care of them as well, or if something in him is just wrong. or if this is some kind of latent punishment, as if he can get these children, but he can’t muster the same deep love he had with feanor with them.
sometimes, in quieter moments, he wonders if it’s his price for raising feanor. miriel died to birth him, and perhaps finwe’s cost is him being so drained of love he has barely any to give to his other children and his second wife. the thing is that he does love indis, he loves all his children, but he is also so tired. so exhausted.
he knows that considering the huge struggle he put to marry indis, this result is a disappointment. so he does the best he can, but when indis and him drift apart, he lets her (she shouldn’t have to be burdened with the elf he’s become) and when his fluctuating parenting results in some children who stick too close and some children who decide to go afar, he doesn’t reach to change them.
finwe tries to build the family he’s always wanted, he really does, but he is simply so drained. sometimes he feels more like a husk than an actual elf and he can’t help but wonder if miriel didn’t have the right idea
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Wouldn't it be hilarious if during the time Thorin worked as a blacksmith, he ended up marrying Bilbo for his money but Bilbo ended up agreeing to the marriage because the blue mountains is prime mushroom farming estate and the dwarrow just doesn't see the value to it? Like, they're both golddiggers who thinks the other is their sugardaddy or something and they both feel really guilty for only marrying the other for their material possession.
A slow burn fic where they slowly fall in love with one another but feels supper guilty in doing so.
Bilbo, who probably has gift-giving as his love language, keeps on buying things for Thorin and Thorin being super guilty about taking advantage of Bilbo's generosity and is now panicking that maybe Bilbo will stop supporting him financially when Bilbo finds out that he only married him for his money.
Thorin, who probably has acts-of-service or quality time as his love language, spends more time with Bilbo doing menial tasks and just is always there and Bilbo being super guilty that he's taking advantage of Thorin's "genuine feelings" to get access to those mushrooms that made all the other hobbits green with envy and is now panicking that maybe Thorin might stop his mushroom gathering privilegea once Thorin picks up on the real reason that he said yes to him.
Also dwarrow and hobbit cultural difference and miscommunication on what they value the most (dwarrow thinking that mushrooms as a courting gift is just scandalous, while hobbits thinks that giving money is akin to buying someone's affection or something)
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Sometime in the late hours of the night, where the stars danced above the vastness of the New Mexico desert, Dell had left.
(cw: sleeping pills, depressing thoughts of death)
Most of his belongings still resided at the base, a sign that he would return eventually, but he couldn’t bring himself to stay at the base, his state of mentality eating him alive.
He needed to clear his thoughts.
So he headed to the nearest town around, a town that was once well acquainted with the mercenaries back in the Gravel Wars.
Dell slowly drove by the town’s bar, light shining from within the building as the saloon dwindled with its late night patrons. The old mercenary couldn’t help a small smile that formed on his lips as he remembered the countless times the boys had gotten kicked out for causing a ruckus each time they went.
His smile soon faded as he drove on, heart aching as he gripped the steering wheel. Those days were gone.
Dell pulled up to the town’s cheap motel, parking his truck near the front, it being one of the few cars in the parking lot. With rarely any tourism to bring people to this town, Dell considered it a miracle the motel was still open for business.
Soon enough, Dell let out a weary sigh as he opened the door to his assigned motel room on the second floor, grimacing as the stale smell of the room hit him, but he went in regardless, locking the door behind him. He tossed the dufflebag he had brought with him onto the bed and collapsed next to it, the old springs of the mattress creaking at the weight.
He shucked off his boots and tossed then haphazardly on the floor, not caring where they went as he buried his face into the blankets. The bed was dingy and the covers were scratchy, but it was still better than the recliner.
Like clockwork, Dell felt his heart rate quicken as his thoughts began gnawing at him, right on queue. The man squeezed his eyes shut, trying to shut them out, but it was as useless as covering a water leak in a rowboat with his bare hands.
The most recent events hit him first; Sylvester and that damn robotic bird. He meant no true intent to harm in what he said to the bird, just to get it to shut up, but Dell couldn’t shake the look Sylv had given him, how he had reacted.
He scared Sylvester. Sylvester was scared of him.
Tears sprung to Dell’s eyes, the guilt nearly suffocating him, feeling panic claw at his lungs as his breathing contracted.
He couldn’t have another attack now, he couldn’t-
The man sprung up and snatched his dufflebag, ripping it open and rummaging through it in a desperate manner.
It was in here somewhere, he knew he packed it-
His hand felt the familiar plastic of a bottle and pulled it out, the pills inside jostling noisily as Dell popped open the lid, shoving a tablet into his mouth. He slammed the pill bottle onto the nightstand and snagged a pillow, burrowing his head into it, desperately trying to escape his thoughts as he waited for the Triazolam to take effect.
DDON'T SSAY THHINGS LLIKE THHAT
Ah didn’t mean it-
IIF II MMAKE AANOTHER MMISTAKE, YYOU WWON'T TTAKE MME AAPART, WWILL YYOU?
No, ah would never Sylv, ah wouldn’t-
You’ve done nothing but hurt everyone since you came back. You shouldn’t have come back.
Ah jus’ wanted to set things right, ah jus’ wanted to see them again-
That Respawn would have failed if Ludwig hadn’t stepped in. Don’t you see? You aren’t meant to come back. You aren’t meant to be here.
The black tendrils of sleep started to pull Dell under as the medication took effect, but his mind made sure to punish him until the end.
It should have been you that the Respawn machine failed with instead of Jane all those years ago, Dell.
…Ah know.
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