#attack of the killer worm

[cairavende]

Worm Arc 16 first part thoughts (through defeating Dragon and Defiant interlude) cause it seemed likely there is going to be something major happening in the rest of the arc and I might as well split it here:

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

MY BABIES ARE FIGHTING!!!!!

I might not have made the best choice in adopting both Taylor and Dragon

Ok so it's not technically my babies fighting. It's Taylor fighting simple AI Dragon created. But close enough.

Drone robot fucked up a perfectly good barbecue. That's just criminal.

I love that the robot sent after Bitch was basically designed to get fucked up over and over. Work with what you have.

Also Bitch was so willing to listen to Skitter! Not just listen but "come up with a plan like you usually do, we’ll make it happen"! She fucking trusts her so much! GAAAAAAAYYYY!

You put Skitter in charge and she is just instantly "Ok we're going to attack the Wards, the Protectorate, the PRT, and some of Dragon's robots. All at the same time. Cause I always gotta go BIGGER!"

I will give her this though - solo teleporting into the middle of the Protectorate and Wards (except for Clockblocker) and having Trickster swap her around while she just FUCKED SHIT UP? That was badass.

And throwing herself out the fucking window? TWICE? I'm very glad Trickster was on point there cause I would have fucking murdered him if he dropped my daughter.

Piggot trying to be all high and mighty and superior. Fuck off lady. You just a cop. You're like, the worst cop. I already called you out for having a full blown villain internal monologue in your first interlude. Some of the PRT might be trying to do right. Maybe. But you are just evil.

I will give Piggot one thing. She is good at what she does. It's just that what she does is not "leading the Brockton Bay PRT and Wards to better take care of the people of the city", but instead "be a terrible and manipulative person who would absolutely set of a nuke if she thought it would kill enough capes".

Also Trickster don't be an asshole. Being disgusted when Piggot admits she's fat and doesn't sound ashamed about it. Fuck off with that. She's a terrible person, there are so many better things to attack than her appearance.

Like the fact that she upset Tattletale! She made Tattletale sad! FUCK PIGGOT I HATE HER FOR THAT ALONE NOW!

Sticking a bunch of glass in some doors and riding around town on them oh my god. These are like, the scariest super villains in town. And they are door surfing. I love it.

Azazel is fucking fancy! I'm sad it got melted down in the end.

Dragon just needed a guy badly cosplaying as a DS9 starship for a few minutes and then she builds infinitely better shit than he ever could. Cause she is awesome.

Ok so I know it was technically being run by an AI that Dragon built but I'm counting it as Dragon. For one reason.

Skitter asking Azazel stupid questions until it broke was just a little sister annoying their older sister with really stupid questions! She starts off with some somewhat reasonable ones and just gets wild with it. It was perfect. That is the type of fighting I can tolerate from my daughters.

I'm a little worried about Imp clearly crushing on Regent. He hasn't had the best moral character in the past.

Wasn't expecting them to just *have* the city after beating Dragon. Definitely wasn't expecting that to happen mid arc.

“She’s out of it. Tattletale broke Skitter when she said we won” - GAY. Look sure there's lots of reasons Skitter would be distracted after hearing that the city was theirs and they had won. But Tattletale said it and there's something about a girl you like telling you "we won" that can just stop brain from working. Besides I wasn't getting enough Chatterbug content this arc so I'll find it wherever I need it.

So coming into this arc I had been making lots of jokes about Monarch referencing Skitter vs Dragon (both were controlling lots of minions, want to control the city, they're siblings cause I adopted both of them so they fight for the crown, etc) but Dragon is out of the city for now. So I really should have been focusing on Coil vs Skitter. Which is what I expect the rest of the arc to be.

It'll be fine.

I'm sure there won't be any issues at city hall with her dad. Nope.

PRT squad interlude (Piggot interlude round 2) thoughts:

Nilbog is terrifying but god his power is wild.

I had Left 4 Dead in my head the entire time. First thing they killed was a boomer. There was a spitter later as well. And they got the swarm once they shot the flare up for the evac.

PRT is endlessly badly managed. Given the unknowns they could have been more careful and used a better strategy. If they have the resources to wall off the town they have the resources to have done things better.

There is no way Thomas Calvert isn't Coil (more specifically becomes Coil). There is NO way. It has to be him. I don't technically have any proof but I know. It's him. (The way he is described, the way he talks, just everything about him. I could write up an entire post just on why I'm 100% positive he is Coil.)

I already knew Piggot was a horrible person to be running the Brockton Bay PRT and the Wards so this interlude didn't really give new information there. But it does just lock that down on an extra level.

Frank Miller's Armsmaster interlude thoughts:

I'm very sad I had to have this interlude from his perspective instead of Dragon's perspective. But I'll live.

Sucks to be this small town.

PRT failure again. It was made clear that the police of this town in no way expected the SH9. But the PRT knew when SH9 left BB and had a loose idea of their potential travel speed. And they knew SH9's M.O. in this situation of staying to back roads and hitting small towns. So every police department in every small town within a certain distance of BB should have known to be on alert. Like ya they aren't going to be able to stop the Nine, but they might be able to reduce losses a little. PRT is just bad at it's job. (Almost like Alexandria doesn't have the right priorities.)

I KNEW DRAGON WAS A TRUE TINKER! I HAD ALREADY MADE IT MY HEADCANON THAT SHE TRIGGERED WHEN LEVIATHAN ATTACKED NEWFOUNDLAND AND I'M SO HAPPY IT'S REAL!

Plugging my ears when I Was Insecure So I Made My Stick Even Longer Man talks about playing "ten by ten" with my robot daughter. Look she can do what she wants, no shame, but I do not want to hear about it from him if I can avoid it.

Of course Dragon knows about Cauldron. I should have expected that she did. My daughter is brilliant (and also maybe doesn't have a concept of privacy so gets all the information she can without explicitly doing something illegal and goes has a little bit of a "Big Sister is watching you" vibe).

#Worm #Worm Web Serial #Parahumans #Cairavende reads Worm #Taylor Hebert #Wolfspider #Chatterbug #Slugbug #Dragon #Frank Miller's Armsmaster #BITCH WAS SO GAY FOR SKITTER AAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! #WOLFSPIDER WOLFSPIDER WOLFSPIDER #Also Bitch's continual insistence that they took down 3 robots and Tattletale eventually just agreeing was perfect. I love them both. #Sibling rivalry #Dragon is the much bigger older sister and Taylor is the annoying little sister. Obviously. #For real though the PRT is bad at their jobs. I constantly see them making poor decisions or just being horribly mismanaged. #And like they're cops so I'm not too surprised but still. #And it's mentioned that the Nine attacking small towns doesn't even always make the NEWS! Holy shit. #Like I know things are bad #but “super villain serial killers murder dozens in a small town” not even getting picked up by the media screams “PRT coverup”. #So fuck them. #Also from a certain point of view Sundancer killed a robot toddler. Melted it down to nothing. Clearly she is the evilest person in Worm. \

[why-is-it-always-autumn]

every time i think i know what worm is about i see a post like "did [character ive never heard of] effectively utilize girl power when she [horrific human rights violation]?" and I have to try to figure out how tf that fits into anything

#from what ive gathered #its about a girl with bug powers who wants to be a superhero but semi-accidentally becomes a supervillain instead #her hometown is full of gangs #i think she ends up taking over and/or destroying most of the gangs? #every so often giant horrific eldritch monstrosities attack and everybody with powers has to team up to fight them #theres at least one shady government(?) organization giving people powers that turn them into monsters #the multiverse is real and they sometimes import media from a universe where superheroes dont exist #theres a group of government sponsored teen heroes just sort of hanging out #theres a gang of serial killers led by the joker if editorial mandates were a canon superpower #theres a family of superheroes but the girl with healing powers has serious issues and i think goes evil? #also all of these people get powers by being traumatized which means theyre all wildly unstable #(this is deliberate) #the main character changes her codename at least once possibly twice im still not sure if the second one is a name or a title #i think a few people change their codenames actually #i still dont know why its called worm #i also dont know whats spoilers and whats just information presented up front when relevant

[crimson-rain-smoked-flower]

I’m not trying to attack you, but do you know that proshipper means someone who supports and romanticizes pedophilia, incest, and abuse? Your reblog on that post seems to read that you think antis just hate on people for having ships they don’t like. But it’s completely different than that. Just looking on the proshipper side of Tumblr and the internet and you can see people happily shipping children and adults and making nsfw content of such things.

i appreciate that you're not being outright hostile, but i have to say, that on its own put you above basically every anti i've interacted with.

i understand where antis are coming from, i really do. there are a lot of things on the internet that make me deeply uncomfortable, including the minor/adult ships that you mention. i don't want to anything to do with those kinds of ships and i would be happiest if i never saw them again. which is why i'm proship.

nine times out of ten, if i see that kind of ship brought up on my dash, it's because i was following an anti without realizing it, and they brought it up unprompted and untagged, to talk about how bad it is that they exist. they are the ones putting that kind of content in front of my face and making it harder to avoid.

the thing about people who ship those ships is that they're generally very aware that not everyone wants to see that kind of content, and so they tag it. they make sideblogs to talk about it. they don't go out of their way to shove it in people's faces. that means i, and everyone else who doesn't like it, can avoid it.

what antis want is for it to not exist at all. they want the tags to be purged and blocked, and for anyone who uses those tags to have their accounts deleted. and sure, that might get rid of some of it, but do you know what would happen to the rest? it would stop being tagged. people who don't want to see it wouldn't have the tools to avoid it. this isn't just a hypothetical, that's what's happened any time a fan space has tried to do that.

that's not even getting into the rabbit hole of what should be banned and what shouldn't. obviously any content that depicts real children or real life abuse shouldn't exist and shouldn't be allowed to be posted, but basically any platform that people use already enforces those policies, and there's not much of a slippery slope to go down there. if it involves real living breathing people being abused, it's bad. end of discussion.

but the same can't be said for fiction. ask ten antis for a specific list of all the content that should be banned, and you'll get ten different answers. what about kink? what about roleplay? what about horror and murder and anything that involves fictional characters being graphically tortured? what about people using art to process terrible things that have happened to them? what about art that uses dark themes as a horror element? if you just want to ban anything questionable to anyone, that's the line of thinking that gets any mention of lgbt existence banned. and again, this isn't just a hypothetical, this has happened before, and that's generally where it leads.

i know, from personal experience, that antis do, in fact, send harassment to people just for shipping things they don't like. i've gotten accused of absolutely vile shit for shipping two fictional characters who were both consenting adults. i've seen ship wars turn into moral battlegrounds, over ships that an average person wouldn't bat an eye at.

the thing about "romanticization" is a whole other can of worms. the anti logic goes like this: if someone sees something (even if it's very obviously fictional) in a positive light enough times, they will start thinking it's okay in real life, and go on to hurt real people. the problem with that is that it's just. blatantly untrue.

if it were true every horror movie fan would be a serial killer, every person that studies dark media would be an unhinged psychopath, and everyone who is into ddlg would be a pedophile. but they're not. they just aren't. people have directed movies just as fucked up as the darkest shit on ao3, and are still capable of being normal human beings who know right from wrong in real life.

even if someone is that impressionable, scrubbing away the existence of every piece of questionable content isn't going to solve their problem, because they're still going to be vulnerable to con men, scams, and cultists. the only thing that would actually materially help someone like that is developing their own morals and critical thinking.

children are also more impressionable, and there's a lot of content that's not suitable for them, but that doesn't mean that content shouldn't exist. it just means that they should stick to spaces designed for them (which most social media sites, tumblr included, are not) or, if they're old enough to be responsible for their experience online, they, or a trusted adult in their lives, should block and filter out things that they aren't comfortable with.

which is what everyone on the internet should be doing. it's what i do, and it's made the internet a much more pleasant place to be. and it's why i sometimes worry for antis mental health, especially teenagers, because they're being told it's right and moral to seek out content that makes them uncomfortable and to engage with the people making it. and that's just. really bad. it's not good for the creators that they're harassing obviously, but it's also really bad for them! it's not healthy to seek out things that make you feel bad, and it's a terrible internet safety lesson to teach minors that it's okay for them to seek out and engage with people making adult content.

individual harassment and crusading is never going to succeed at removing dark content from the internet. it just isn't. at best you might get a small percentage of people who create that content to stop sharing it, at worst you're just going to make people stop tagging it, and either way, you're exposing yourself to things that make you feel bad, when you don't have to.

if you want to materially change the type of content you see, you can. the block button is your friend, use it liberally. same with content filtering and tag blocking.

#oops this got really long #cd.ask #proship #disk horse #tw pedophila mention #uhhh what to tag #tw shipping discourse #this doesn't even get into the antis that i've seen proudly professing that they care more about fictional characters than real people #because i don't know how to explain to someone that real humans matter more than cartoon characters #or how to avoid content on platforms other than tumblr bc frankly thats a lot of the reason i don't use them #i don't trust an algorithm #also im turning anon off after posting this so if you want to send me hate you cant be a coward about it #also be prepared to get blocked and ignored #the only reason i answered this person is bc they weren't being hostile

[autismprotocol]

TMAGP Theory Board ( EP 10)

Hi guys sorry for the late post I ended up drawing a lot for this update especially because it's the last one before the hiatus so wanted to give it a little more pizazz :D

What Happened in Episode 10: Saturday Night

Interview with Nigel Dickerson. The inccident report this week was all about Mr Bonzo. If you remember from last episode Nigel is the famous tv personality who created the character of Mr Bonzo. During this interview he recounts the rise and fall of Bonzo while being ominous and on edge the whole time. what I gathered from the interveiw is that Bonzo is either trapping Nigel or Bonzo and Nigel are linked somehow. (when he say "he won't let me leave" and refers to himself as "us") we also learn about the murders that are connected to the Bonzo suit, first by the serial killer Terrance Menki and very recently 3 unsolved murders. Nigel also mentioned that the actors who wore the Bonzo suit would be prone to injuries on set which is also really stange. Could be they were used as Bonzo's victims near his begining

Gwen meets Mr Bonzo. The other section of the episode dealing with Bonzo is when Gwen goes to Nigel's house on her first assignment as the Externals Liason. So turns out Bonzo is maybe a hitman for the OIAR! Also, big thing Mr Bonzo is atually alive and is introduced with some kind of practice almost resembling a ritual. I heard somone mention they think Bonzo is an avatar of the Stranger and I can definitely see this. I'd love to hear if anyone else has a theory for what entity Bonzo may be connected to.

The Return of Colin. Colin isn't dead!! Shocking absolutley everyone Colin is still kicking. a few episodes ago he was sent on mental health leave by Lena after his parnoia caused him to mentally snap. Celia sees him while on break and they have a short convorsation. Colin tells Celia that he need to figure out the computers. also big thing Colin is back without the permission of Lena. It will be interesting to see what hes looking for and if he'll continue to sneak behind Lena's back.

Sam and Alice's Adventures into the Institute. Probaly the biggest development lore-wise was Sams and Alice investigating the ruins of the Magnus Institute. They don't find much (but I'm still am gonna talk about it for awhile) Alice mentions that there were weird carvings in the floor which she later equates to the worms on the ground. If you are a Archives listener hearing about worms in the archives starts seting off all kinds of alarms. This means in this universe the Jane Prentiss attack still happens, which is especcially iteresting because If I'm not mistaken in TMA the worm attack happened spesiffically to mark Jon with the corruption. Was Jon ever part of the institute? or if not Jon there must have been an archivist role in this Magnus Institute that would require Jane to attack it.

ERROR and the Tape Recorders so far in protocol we have been listening to the characters through either the computers or though their phones. But during the last few minutes we here the click of a tape recorder. and TMA fans around the world rejoiced. The magnus archives is entirley told through tape recordings and are a tool used by the web (spesifically the avatar Annabelle Cane) does this mean Annabelle made it to this universe? or it could also signal the presense of Jon (since the tape recorders are linked to him) Alice and Sam investigate the archivist office looking for a place for the key when the floor collapes and Sam drops the key. After some Sam and Alice banter, they leave but the recorder stays running we then hear the scraping sound and some shutterd breathing. This is when I highly suggest going through the transcript after listening to an episode becuase they specifically what were hearing and who is breathing.

I included the snippet from the transcript that pinpoints every not verbal sound we hear

water from the pit under the archives is disturbed

thud on wood then a rattle of a padlock

Key being dragged across the wood then fumbled into a lock that clicks open

trapdoor opens and ERROR imerges

ERROR takes 3 breaths

ERROR has been used before for redacting the roles played by Johnny, Alex and Tim (aka the voices of FR3-d1) during the cast anouncements for protocol. This makes me think that ERROR must be someone from the Archives universe my running theory is that it is a entity that houses Jon, Martin and Jonah's souls or consiounous. but It could literally be anyone. I'm also thinking ERROR has been locked in the tunnels under the archives (Mentioned in TMA)

And thats about Everything! plese let me know your thoughts or if you wanna correct me on any mistakes :)

Also I would love to know if you guys would prefer this style of post where I illustrate moments and scenes from each episode? it would probably delay when I'm able to post the breakdowns but I'd love to know if you guys perfer that format over the less illustrated one.

#augustus tmagp #chester tmagp #gwendolyn bouchard #jonathan sims #lena kelley #martin blackwood #norris tmagp #the magnus protocol #tmagp #tmagp theory #jmj error #ERROR #sam khalid #alice dyer #colin becher #lena kelly #mr bonzo #tmagp fanart #tmagp spoilers #magpod #the magnus universe #magnus protocol #the magpod #fr3 d1 #celia ripley #the archivist #the archives #the magnus institute

[i-was-today-years-old-when]

i learned if piranhas really are that dangerous

Piranhas are often portrayed as vicious predators that attack humans and other animals in large groups or feeding frenzies.

This image is largely exaggerated by sensational media, movies and folklore.

In reality, piranhas are mostly scavengers that feed on dead or injured animals, and rarely attack healthy prey.

They are also preyed upon by larger fish, birds, reptiles and mammals.

You see, Piranhas are freshwater fish that belong to the subfamily Serrasalminae, which includes about 60 species.

They are native to South America, where they inhabit rivers, lakes, and flooded forests.

They have a reputation for being aggressive and carnivorous, but in reality, they have a varied diet that includes plants, seeds, insects, worms, crustaceans, and other fish. Some species are also scavengers that feed on dead animals or carcasses.

Piranhas have a distinctive feature that makes them stand out from other fish: their teeth.

Piranhas have sharp, triangular teeth that are arranged in a single row on each jaw.

They can bite with a force of up to 30 times their body weight, and can easily cut through flesh and bone.

Their teeth are constantly replaced throughout their lives, ensuring that they always have a fresh set of weapons.

But does this mean that piranhas are dangerous to humans?

The answer is: it depends. Piranhas are not mindless killers that attack anything that moves.

They are actually quite timid and wary of predators, and usually swim in schools for protection.

They only attack when they feel threatened or hungry, or when they sense blood or vibrations in the water.

Most piranha attacks on humans occur during the dry season, when food is scarce and water levels are low.

This man is insane

This creates a situation where piranhas are crowded together in small pools or channels, and become more aggressive and competitive for resources. Humans who enter these waters, either accidentally or intentionally, may provoke a feeding frenzy or a defensive reaction from the piranhas.

However, even in these cases, piranha attacks are rarely fatal. Most victims suffer only minor injuries, such as cuts or bites on their feet or hands.

Some may lose a finger or toe, but this is uncommon.

There have been very few documented cases of human deaths caused by piranhas, and most of them involved children, elderly people, or people who were already wounded or sick.

So, are piranhas really that dangerous?

The answer is: not as much as you might think.

Piranhas are fascinating and misunderstood creatures that have adapted to their environment and survival needs.

#today i learned #facts #truth #animals #piranha

[milkteamoon]

Pov you work at the magnus institute. Sorry, we're closed today due to a violent worm infestation. No entering artefact storage without at least two others supervising, Janet went in there alone 3 months ago and all we found was her leg. Archives closed: dead body in basement. No running in the halls — giant monster that looks like one of the employees chasing you is not an excuse. Any new doors that appear are not to be opened and are to be reported to higher ups immediately. Archives closed: dead body in basement (different body). Archives closed: archivist kidnapped. Archives closed: archivist in coma. General reminder: as per company policy, no expenses may be claimed post mortem. Please do not enter the archives unsupervised, it makes the archivist hungry. We regret to inform you that the head of the institute has been arrested for murder, so we will be appointing a new head in the interim, follow his instructions exactly or you will be terminated immediately. Reminder: all deliveries (coffins included) must be processed first at the front desk. Please refrain from eye mutilation on institute property. Archives closed: serial killer attack. Please respond to this email with your top three fears and which you would be comfortable managing in the coming apocalypse.

#cleaning out drafts this is still a good one #tma #the magnus archives

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: MMO’s

Alien: What do these letters mean? Human: “Massively Multiplayer Online Game” Alien: Shouldn’t there be a “G” in there as well then? Human: Then it would be “MMOG”, and that sounds silly when said out loud. Alien: *Looks sad* Human: Oh Christ your name is Mmog, isn’t it? ---------------------------

Alien: So this game is about the star wars religious fanatics fighting each other? Human: Pretty much. Alien: You would think the rest of the galaxy would have united and wiped them all out by now since it looks like the majority of conflicts are started by one side or the other. Human: Pretty hard to stamp them out when they can crush your windpipe from half a star system away. ----------------------------

Alien: So evil triangles fighting good spheres? Human: Pretty much. Alien: That doesn’t sound exciting. Human: It was before they put up a paywall around everything believe it or not. Alien: How so? Human: Well for one thing you got to punch an ancient worm god the size of a skyscraper in the face on Mars. Alien: Wow, that does sound like fun. -------------------------------

Alien: Friend human, I wish to start a fight but I don’t know hard. Human: Oh that’s easy. Human: Walk into any of those blue cities and shout in chat “Sylvanas did nothing wrong!”. Alien: Thanks. *An hour passes* Human: How’s it going? Alien: I’m not sure how but I may have started an in-game race war. Human: Ah; classic indeed. ---------------------------------

Alien: So this one is about flying around the universe and raiding people? Human: Yup. Alien: Isn’t that what we do now though? Human: Well when it came out it was depicting the future so it was more exciting. Alien: I’ll say. Alien: For being supposedly dangerous I’ve seen waiting lines at amusement parks on Florp III that were more harrowing. Human: They never did find that little girl waiting for the teacup ride. -------------------

Alien: Why are there fire pits everywhere?!?! Alien: There are not enough players to need so many. Human: you just don’t understand. Alien: Understand what? Human: You always need to leave a trail of fire pits behind you as you go in this game. Alien: Why? Human: *Points behind alien character to see angry band of players dodging way through fire pits trying to attack them* ---------------------

Alien: I don’t like this one. Human: Really? Human: You loved the two previous entries. Alien: Those were both offline games and this one isn’t. Alien: Plus it has a really annoying feature I hate. Human: Which is? Alien: Having to interact with other players to complete missions. -------------------

Human: They called this one a wow killer. Alien: How’d this get a name like that? Human: Well for starters they invested in decent writers. ------------------

Human: I heard that one is rather good. Alien: I guess. Human: You sound disappointed. Alien: Well I’ve yet to come across this black desert the title speaks of and I’m starting to get upset. -------------------

Alien: All I wanted to do was mine asteroids!!! Human: Yeah, but you did it in their territory. Alien: This is government controlled systems! Alien: Nothing is player controlled!!! Human: Probably explains why they are swarming you with cheap ships. Alien: Why!?!? Human: They’re probably hoping they can take you out before concord floods the system and wipes them all out. Alien: That’s crazy! Alien: They’d waste dozens of ships just to take out my lone miner? Human: Let me tell you about a little group called “Goonswarm”. ----------------------------

Alien: So everything is player created in this world? Human: For the economy at least.  Alien: That would explain a few things. Human: Like why there is super inflation for a bundle of wood? Alien: More so why every sword for sale is called a variation of “Buttsmasher”

#humans are insane #humans are space oddities #humans are space orcs #humans are weird #scifi #story #writing #original writing #niqhtlord01 #funny #mmo #world of warcraft #black desert online #albion #eve online #destiny 2 #star wars the old republic #elite dangerous

[mel-ixa]

The Mishanks agenda is not letting me go so here’s a brain worm:

After the Warlord system was abolished, high ranking marines are after Mihawk

Mihawk handles them with relative ease but days of constant fighting does take a toll and for one of the fight he lets his guard down slightly only because he’s so goddamn tired

And that’s how he got nicked just a little by a hidden blade of the attacking vice-admiral(?)

Mihawk didn’t think much of the nick until he realised mid-fight that his vision was getting blurry and his exhaustion sets in tenfold

His attacker saw him stumble and smirks and Mihawk knew something was up

The attacker revealed that the blade was laced with a rare poison that kills someone in 24 hours and the pain just excruciatingly worse until death is a kinder way out

There’s either no antidote or it takes longer than 24 hours to brew so it’s basically a death sentence unless someone has it on hand

Mihawk takes down the whole fleet of maybe 20+ ships in a ‘if I’m going down, I’m taking you down with me’ way and goes all out because why not if it’ll be his last fight

This creates major disturbances to the sea and of course Shanks senses this

Shanks sails towards the unease and sees the complete destruction of the aftermath

The sky is split open, wood pieces scattered across the sea and littered with bodies. The sea was tainted red.

Amidst all these, the Hitsugibune floats with a broken mast and a splintered seat, with only one candle left flickering (collateral damage as Mihawk realised there’s no point holding back to protect his ship if he’s gg to die anyway)

Mihawk is curled up on his ship with harboured breathe and barely senses Shanks

Shanks is shocked and confused but rushes to Mihawk side to see him unscathed except for the tiny nick, yet Mihawk’s eyes are unfocused and he’s clearly in pain

Shanks tries to bring Mihawk onto his ship but Mihawk refuses and they bicker until a sharp pain hits Mihawk and he shuts up and tries not to curl up even tighter but is visibly shaking

Shanks is just scared at this point and somehow manhandles Mihawk onto his ship. Mihawk acts like he’s ok until he closes the door to Shank’s cabin and he collapses

Shanks is worried shitless. His ship doctor can’t figure out what’s wrong so could only provide pain killers which helps a lot

Mihawk eventually reveals that he was poisoned and has less than 24 hours to live

Shanks freezes and goes through the 8 stages of grief in a minute. But no way he’s losing Mihawk to a poison NO THATS NOT HAPPENING the world’s greatest swordsman cannot be defeated by this he refuses to allow it to happen

But this is beyond his ship doctor’s help, but he manages to find a way to prolonge 24h to 48h although the pain will only get worse from here

The painkillers stop working at one point and Mihawk pleads Shanks to end his suffering but Shanks apologises and have to sedate or knock him out cold just so he won’t feel the pain

There’s so much angst here - shanks is watching his crush slowly die and there’s nothing he can do. What’s the point of being a yonko if he can’t even save a friend. He is desperate.

Idk if there’s any healing DF cause I’m only at EP430 but I assume there is one and Shanks seeks them out

It’s not always you have a Yonko on his knees begging you to save someone so the healer obliges but at a cost (I can’t think of the trade off yet but I’m thinking somewhere along the lines that takes advantage of Shanks. Shanks doesn’t care.)

I’ll continue the rest later when I can think of an ending

#mishanks #one piece #mihawk #shanks #I should be sleeping but I need to get this out of my system #they’re both so dear to me

[crossdressingdeath]

Orin: Did it think it could protect? Did it think it could save? Only the blades can offer salvation. Kyvir: Like the salvation your mother offered? Attacked by your mother on Sarevok's orders. That must have hurt. Orin: No no NO NO NO! He didn't. He didn't... Filthy, pig-mouthed little LIAR! You think I hurt from such meaningless vapours? Do you forget what I did to you? A little hole, big enough for the worm, your body a blood sack to feed it. The favourite of Bhaal turned meat puppet, strung up by the sinews and plucked by my hands. Narrator: *A straggling memory rises: The day your tyranny should have engulfed this world, it was you who were the first to be enslaved.* Orin: Husk. Maggot. A Bhaalspawn, slip-sliding in filth with these pigs. You don't deserve the Murder Lord's blessing. Kyvir: I deserve it more than you. Sarevok ordered your mother to kill you. You weren't even meant to survive. Orin: Grandfather loves me. He worships me. How dare you smear his name. It will not save you. Kyvir: You're pathetic. No wonder he tricked you so easily. Orin: LIAR! Do you plan to duel me with such weakling words? I promise, mine are sharper. Come close, my Death's Heads, but keep your blades unblooded. Bhaal demands a duel. He wants to taste my domination. An altar flowing with his own unwilling flesh. Draining, dying, drip, drip, drip. Sceleritas Fel: You should have trained harder, Master.

The confrontation with Orin is awful. The way there's no real opportunity to show her kindness hurts me. Like, you can only use Sarevok ordering her mother to kill her (or Sarevok being her father, but I didn't get that option this time) as a weapon to throw her off-guard; I feel like Durge at least should get more of a chance to be kind. This is their sister! ...Well, niece, but it seems like they treated each other as siblings. Why can't they at least try to get through to her? Just in general the game kind of treats Orin super shittily by treating her like just a crazy serial killer with zero empathy; we know being Bhaalspawn fucks you up, and while I can see a lot of the origins showing very little empathy (they don't show a lot of empathy even to their good friend/lover Durge) I think Durge at least should be able to try to be kind to her...

#bg3 #orin the red #durge

[currebunz]

Carrying the weight on his shoulders (TrigunxReader)

Buy me a coffee

//parings in chapter: Vash x reader//

No man’s land was a place for outlaws and devils, the perfect place to find treasure or evil. Luckily, you were looking for both. Currently posted outside of a large watch tower, miles away from the nearest town. The tower was probably used to spot sandstorms or worms in order to warn the towns. But by the looks of the dusty thing, no one had used it in the last few years. You kicked the door in, walking inside.

The place was huge, made big enough to deter a worm from trying to eat it. That is until now. You stared up at the large staircase before deciding not to even bother with it, there had to be an elevator somewhere. While you searched, you kept a watchful eye out and an ear ready. Only shifting sand and the occasional strong wind kept you company.

“I wonder where you are hiding now…” you sighed.

You had managed to find the electrical room and unlock the door. You stopped as you heard something in the distance. It was a vehicle, probably someone or scouts. Either way, you weren’t in the mood to explain why you were there or to deal with people. You found a spot to hide in, ready to attack whoever came through the doorway. The engine stopped and you could hear the doors of the vehicle open and shut. You put your mask on to cover your face.

“Hello? Is anyone there?”

This was either a trap or they were idiots. You relaxed a bit, if they thought they would get you to come out then they couldn’t be that hard to deal with. A shadow appeared in the doorway and you readied your knife. The moment you saw a small girl, you hesitated.

“Hello?” she called again.

You saw someone grab her by the back of her collar and then drag her back outside. There was some yelling before things went quiet. You waited a bit and another figure came walking in, this time cautiously. Right off the bat, you noticed he had a bright red coat and blonde hair. Not flashy enough to be an outlaw, but he had a gun on him. You threw your knife, as expected, he dodged it.

“Wait!” he yelped as you lunged at him.

He was fast, you’d give him that. Each attack was met with a dodge or a block from him.

“C-Can’t we talk for a second?” he asked.

“One” you said before trying to kick him.

“Okay, how about 10 more?” he laughed nervously as he caught your foot.

“Sorry, you used up all your chances” you growled as you picked up the knife you had thrown earlier.

You started to lunge again but he caught your knife with his hand, his prosthetic hand. Taken by surprise, you faltered for a moment.

“What?” you gasped.

It wall all over in a matter of seconds. Your knife had been cleverly weaved out of your hand, his fingers interlocked with yours. His other hand, the one made of flesh had grabbed your other hand before you had the chance to retaliate, interlocking fingers again. His palms were pressed against your own as you were pulled flush against him.

“If it’s about the bounty, I can explain that if you’d give me a chance,” he said with a sad smile.

“Bounty? What are you talking about?” you said in confusion.

It was his turn to blanche, looking rather embarrassed by the situation now.

“And how long do you intend to….do this? It’s really embarrassing with those two watching…” you said in a low voice as you nudge your head to the doorway.

The girl was standing there again, this time accompanied by a man. The blonde man squeaked, letting you go and jumping backward. Now that you had a moment to breathe, you learned why they were here. Not for the same reason you were, but enough reason you couldn’t ignore them for now.

“Vash the Stampede, I’m surprised. I took you for more of a bad guy” you mused.

“I’m not at all like that, really,” Vash said sheepishly.

“Clearly, you could have easily just killed me. So you are just more of a fool than a killer” you sighed.

He didn’t refute your claim, making you feel a bit bad for saying it. But only a little.

“Why are you out here? There isn’t much use for this place anymore” Roberto interrupted.

“I’m here because I need this tower to look for someone,” you said.

“That’s it?” Roberto’s face scrunched up as he groaned.

“Didn’t ask for an audience, you can go already” you waved them off.

Meryl stepped forward, looking a bit flustered.

“Who are you looking for? Maybe we could help?” she offered.

“My partner, I doubt you can but I can’t make you leave” you said dryly.

You returned back to working on the generator, it was old but not broken. If you had something to jump it then maybe you could get the elevator to work again. You could feel someone looking at you and you glanced over your shoulder. Vash was staring at you with a dopey smile.

“Could I help you?” he asked.

“Unless you have a pocket-sized plant, then I don’t think so” you waved him off.

“Wouldn’t hurt to try,” he insisted.

“Fine, you take a crack at it” you moved over so he could examine the generator.

To your surprise, he got it working in no time. You kept your voice even, not wanting to show how shocked you were. It was hard though, he looked so pleased with himself.

“Okay, that was more than a crack. Good job… I guess” you sighed.

“No problem” Vash’s smile only grew brighter from your praise.

Now that the elevator worked, everyone rode it to the top. It was a quiet ride as the group was clearly wary of you. Well, most of them were. Vash didn’t shy away from you as you brushed by him. Finally, you were t the top and could see the control room.

“What are you going to do?” Meryl asked.

“I’m going to use a radio,” you said.

“You came all the way out here for a radio?” Roberto asked.

“Did you see a vehicle outside?” you asked him.

The group went quiet at the realization you must have walked here. It wasn’t in their place to judge you, not that you cared. The radio buzzed to life and you grabbed the microphone. You changed the channel to the emergency override, allowing you to speak on all of them.

You took a deep breath.

“IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR ASS TO THE TERMINAL IN A WEEK, I AM LEAVING WITHOUT YOU AND YOU’LL HAVE TO SCROUNGE UP YOUR OWN TICKET FARE. DO YOU HEAR ME NICO?!” you shouted into the microphone.

Your outburst took everyone by surprise, especially when you rolled your shoulders and let out a sigh.

“That felt good” you said.

You put the mic back down and turned to the startled group.

“Well, that’s all from me. I guess I’ll be seeing you then” you started to walk past them but Vash walked in front of you.

“Wait, did you hear that?” he asked.

You strained your ears to hear what he heard. There was something moving in the tower and it wasn’t the generator.

“Vash, are you familiar with old tech? Sometimes these buildings have security systems in place” you began.

“Yeah, in this case. They are probably-”

There was a loud bang as a machine crashed in from the floor. There was a single glowing eye as it reared its guns.

“Drones” “Drones…”

#Trigun #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #vash x y/n #vash x reader #reader-insert #x reader

[graffic17]

So, with a lot of Worm characters we don't get much of their backstories. Especially, it seems, when those characters probably had really interesting triggers that completely inform the kind of person they are by the time they appear in story.

Hatchetface is a prime example of this. He's a serial killer that specifically targets Brute capes and only joined the Slaughterhouse 9 because they'd give him more opportunities to kill capes. To my knowledge there's no mention of him taking part in killing normals until the S9K event. He could have, but I like to think he only did when his buttons were pushed by Jack.

Because Hatchetface is someone who hates Parahumans. He's a Brute and a Trump. Meaning he had trauma caused by a Cape, physical trauma that completely wrecked his face and likely other parts of his body. A cape attacked him in some way, brutalized him, made him feel like an utter weakling despite being the massive, muscular man that he was, Maybe even murdering his family in front of him.

And in the end, Hatchetface became a nightmare for Capes, a thief of their powers, who makes them feel exactly as weak as he did the day he triggered. But he remains his own fear, trapped, plagued by a self-hatred he will never overcome.

Maybe that's why Cherish chose him to kill. Playing on his self-hatred, dragging up suicidal thoughts he likely had. Until he ended it.

But even his peace in death was stolen from him by a cape. More than once.

#hatchetface #slaughterhouse nine #s9 #s9k #worm #wormblr #worm thoughts #thoughts #not justifying him #but like every Worm character #his life is a tragedy #worm web serial #parahumans #worm parahumans #worm spoilers #can you tell im that trying to figure out a look for him?

[jerktournament]

ROUND ONE - Harrowhark (The Locked Tomb) VS Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)

!!! PROPAGANDA BELOW !!!

HARROWHARK: "- Generally just nasty to everyone even people who are nice to her (thinly veiled defense mechanism) - Literally mocked a girl for crying over her dead mother. What a woman - once got jealous of her crush talking to a terminally ill woman and when called out on it basically responded "well I think she should kill herself 😌" what is her problem? (Affectionate. Also it's everything)"

JONATHAN SIMS: "I actually haven’t listened to the whole thing in a while (there’s a good few hundred episodes) so some of this might be off the mark, but I love him, so please forgive me! Anyway he literally started a global apocalypse of worldwide suffering. He trash talks his love interest (Martin) for, like, a good three seasons, and it’s hilarious. If I remember correctly, in the first season (ages before they get together), Martin is holed up in his house for a week or something under attack by killer worms (long story) and he didn’t call in for help because he was worried Jonathan would call him crazy or something, which, actually, isn’t unfounded because the whole time he’s gone Jonathan is making very snarky complaints about his character on offical reports. He’s prickly as fuck. He has never known healthy communication. He’s British, of course he’s not well adjusted. He’s such a fucking jerk I’m obsessed with him. I don’t think there’s a character in the series he hasn’t said a bad thing about. In his opening lines, he trash talks a (very very recently) dead women he’s never met because she didn't organise her archives well enough. He works in a supernatural institute and for a good part of the first season, he’s a hardcore skeptic and shit talks every report he reads, and it’s comedy gold. One time he actually tells a recently widowed woman to her face he thinks she’s crazy when she comes to him to tell him about a supernatural occurrence. Character witness: at one point he’s falsely accused of murder and literally NONE of his close coworkers he’s known for years believe he’s innocent. Theres so much more I could talk about, but I think I’ve written enough. There’s also some heavier stuff, but I don’t think I need to mention it. In conclusion, he’s my one true blorbo and I’d die for him."

#harrowhark #harrowhark nonagesimus #jonathan sims #the locked tomb #the magnus archives #tlt #tma #tlt harrow #tma jon #poll

[poselysscripts]

W E B S L I N G E R

Art by J7VUA on twitter!

Leon had just come back from his mission in the Eastern Slav republic a few days ago. Exhausted and annoyed, after a day of meetings and paperwork he finally makes his way to his apartment, what he didn’t expect was you on his couch watching one of your favourite guilty pleasure cartoons, ‘The Spectacular Spider-Man’. 

The past few days had been utterly exhausting for Leon, and he was not too proud of how he was handling it…… with alcohol. The whole ordeal in the Eastern Slav Republic had left a bitter taste in his mouth, from the infected who strangely resembled Las Plagas, from the people who died, to the revelation that the American government had been monitoring him the whole time. Furthermore, Ada had made an appearance, her usual dramatic appearance. 

But he wasn’t back there anymore, and wasn’t in the DSO headquarters anymore either. The agent was on his way to his cold, bare apartment…. And now that he was promised a full vacation this time…….. his head was filled with thoughts of you.

Before they had sent him to the European country he was enjoying his time with you, in bed, a slow but very pleasurable morning in your ever so warm embrace. But they called him in, he hadn’t even been able to enjoy breakfast in your kitchen. How he longed for your waffles, or even some english style breakfast (without the beans). Unfortunately whenever they called him in, refusing was not an option, and through his annoyance, the 21 year old rookie police officer still lived on, longing to save people, make this fucked up place more bearable for others; for you.  

Speaking of you, once he had set foot on American soil, Leon had sent you a quick text, as per usual, saying ‘Just arrived in one piece, see you soon sweet thing. ;)’ and you would just respond with an emoji. But even with an emoji, he knew you. You preferred showing him, telling him face to face. how glad you were that he was back, how you missed him.

He, too, was more comfortable showing than telling, but he would make an exception for you, he would reassure you, do everything in his power so that it was engraved in your mind how important you were to him.

Sure, Ada was a part of himself he could never let go, but you, you were here, always. You weren’t just a part of him. In record time you became so much more, wormed your way past his defences, and before he knew it, you took his heart in your hands, with a tenderness he had forgotten existed. But you knew that he, too, had your own heart, that you'd gifted to him without the shadow of a doubt, eagerly even. And he protected it at any cost, even from himself at times. 

And here he was, lost in you, without you having to be present. driving to his place in silence, save for ‘Killer Queen’ from Queen playing from his car radio. Queen was one of your favourite artists, and the Sheer Heart Attack CD you lost, he had found in his car. He’d give it back to you later. 

He was planning on taking a shower, eating and going to sleep, the next morning popping in your living room, you both had each other's keys, waiting for you to wake up, before taking you in his arms, longing to feel you against him, breathing, comfortable, alive, safe. And planning with you the rest of your day. Little did he know, he wouldn’t have to wait after all.

⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼ 🕸 ⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼

The brunette had just opened the door to his place when he noticed your shoes in his entryway, the leather jacket you had stolen from him on the coat rail. Then he noticed the light from his TV illuminating the living room, as he approached the couch you were lying on, clutching a pillow from his bed to your chest, he smiled to himself. The sound of you sleepily singing to the cartoon's opening song. 

“Making villains fall, Webbing rivals to a halt, Racing up and down the walls, Bringing justice to us all~” yawning as you sang the refrain. You were watching your guilty pleasure cartoon Spectacular Spider Man. 

He could just stalk quietly to the couch, as to not break the calmness of the scene. He leaned to the back of the couch, silently watching the cartoon with you for a couple of minutes, before moving his baby blues to your form stretched out comfortably on his couch, he noticed you wore the white two piece satin pyjamas he especially loved, your hair framing your face perfectly as you laid there, engrossed on the TV screen. He couldn’t help the fingers that trailed up and down your arm gently, goosebumps forming in his wake. You were perfect, an angel sent just for him. 

Leon kissed your temple, intoxicated in the sweet strawberry scent of your shampoo, moving your unwavering attention from the screen, to him. Sparkling gems looking up at him, you both smiled at each other. 

“Hi” you breathed, “Hey sweet thing” he responded with just as much devotion reflected from your eyes to his own. He turned back to the screen with a smirk

“Aren’t you too old to watch that?”, you turned and gave him a playful glare “Hey! I’m just 28 and no one is ever too old to watch a cartoon anyways…I know you like it too”, he shook his head with a playful scoff, he would never admit it,but, yes, he enjoyed watching cartoons with you. He had a difficult childhood, and even worse young adult life, so it always felt like he had missed something, so this, in a way, was liberating.

 “Still ... .Didn't think they’d broadcast this at this hour”  you nodded at his statement, returning your own gaze to the cartoon “Me neither” you yawned “but Spider man is always a welcome surprise. I like this show…. Too bad they never got to continue it…” you then sniggered “It’s great to pass the time watching one hero while waiting for mine” beaming up at him.

He raised a brow, then shook his head with a soft smile. Unable to wait anymore he descended once more, taking your chin between his fingers, thumbing your bottom lip, he captured your lips with his own. The tension disappeared from his shoulders as he locked lips with you. While you sighed contently in his kiss. Parting for a few seconds, before both reaching back for more, again and again. In the end you ended up sitting back up, arms around his shoulders, while his hand was keeping you in place by the back of your head. The both of you loved making out. Since Leon wasn’t too keen of pda, aside from holding your hand, or having you hanging off his arm, once you were beyond closed doors it didn’t take him long to scoop you up and smack his lips to your own, whispering about how much he wanted to do this, really it made the kiss all the more pleasurable to you. 

You parted for air again, but this time he let you go, pecking you on the forehead. 

“Gotta take a shower”, you nodded then perked up as you remembered something “Oh, you didn’t eat yet right? I was too lazy to cook so I picked up some takeout on the way here. I left you some in the fridge” 

Leon nodded with a grateful sigh at the information, which was good because he was also not in the mood to cook anything, even if it was just some pasta or anything quick and easy to make. 

Once he retrieved some grey sweats and briefs, he went into the bathroom, the door halfway closed, you continued to watch the spider man episode to the end, humming along the ending theme then called it a night. 

⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼ 🕸 ⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼

When Leon next emerged from the bathroom, and moved to the kitchen to eat his share of the takeout,  he noticed you had disappeared to his bedroom. So he hurriedly ate, brushed his teeth. Before entering his bedroom. the moon illuminates your form from under the covers.  Fuck he loved you, both of you knew that you loved each other, but it had yet to be verbalised. 

Then again the both of you were okay with it, Leon still a bit scared of committing, giving his whole trust, he knew he could trust you, he wanted to shower you with his never ending love and devotion but his past still shadowed his judgement and it was still so hard to put all the walls down. Some days he would be distant. there, but somewhere else all the same. Sometimes it would hit harder than other days, sometimes he needed to be alone, not able to deal with someone else near him, sometimes he needed a drink. 

But it was okay, you’d still be here for him, shouldering him if he wanted, supporting him if he let you, but sometimes you'd force your way in; and he’d let you. Because through it all, he loved you, and you loved him, so there was no need to say it yet. 

But as he sank under the covers, you turned to lay on his side, his arm circling your waist instantly, while your fingers traced shapes on his naked chest, head tucked in his neck. 

The domesticity, the normalcy of it all hit him, he felt so safe around you, he felt like he just hadn’t come back from a mission where he had to fight lickers, two Tyrants. Where he had been thrown around. He was so soft around you, you were his beacon in the fog. Without knowing, you grounded him, your voice brought him back from the horrors. Even just you, enjoying a cartoon on his couch, brought such warmth to his home, you were home.

And as you were softly pecking his neck, softly marking him up here and there, almost half asleep, telling him how much you missed him, how glad you were that he was back. My hero is back safe and sound. 

He let it slip, “I love you” 

He’d show you how much in the morning. 

Notes: Damnation Leon deserves more love.... Also The spectacular Spider-man was my childhood cartoon. And when I saw it was in Disney+ I just had this idea with Leon….

#leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil damnation #Damnation Leon Kennedy #gn reader #gender neutral reader #no use of y/n #no y/n #leon kennedy x reader #spectacular spider man #spider man cartoon #self indulgent #we are delusional as usual #the Leon brainrot damnit

[howlsofbloodhounds]

TW:

Biting.

Feral and Animalistic Behavior.

Growling, snarling, biting, etc.

Roughhousing.

Subtle attempts at asserting dominance.

Implied dehumanization.

Mentioned violence.

Mentioned blood and possibility of infection.

Deep loneliness.

Badly translated Arabic.

Implied one sided Color x Delta.

If anyone told Color that he would one day be used as a chew toy for his traumatized, crazed, alternate version of himself, mass murdering best friend; he would’ve called you crazy.

But as luck would have it: he was the crazy one. Because he was currently allowing Stage 3 to chew on his arm like it was a fresh piece of bacon.

It was better than the alternative, of Killer attempting to break Color’s neck with his teeth maybe, but by the stars did it hurt.

“okay, buddy,” with a grimace, Color attempted to shake Killer off his arm. Which was a bad move, because the way Killer’s head snapped towards the skeleton, wide and intense gaze pinned straight on him, was a soul stopping moment.

Color could hear the growl building up in Stage 3’s chest, the ribs rattling, and wasn’t that just swell? Sweat dripped down the skeleton’s forehead.

“look, bud,” Color gulped, attempting to keep his voice steady and to maintain a sense of calm. He knew Stage 3 wouldn’t understand what he saying, but it would understand the emotions. He didn’t know how the crazed being would react to signs of pain or fear, but he knew he shouldn’t stare directly in his friend’s (?) eyes. Animals typically took that sort of thing as a sign of being challenged. “i know you think you’re being nice..”

The responding rumble from the skeleton body latched on his arm seemed to confirm that, and Color couldn’t help but find that a bit sad.

What exactly led this part of his friend into thinking not immediately ripping someone to shreds was being kind, and leaving bite marks in flesh and bone was friendship?

It was a rhetorical question. Color knew who made them like this. Not exactly what, but he could guess. Was it really even a surprise that Killer could hardly function in society? People were either threats, lines of code, or interesting toys to play with his friend’s eyes.

Somehow Color managed to worm his way into being something different. But that didn’t mean he was safe, he was aware of that. He was something new, really.

He just hoped his novelty wouldn’t ware off one day. That maybe that bits of Sans that was left over in Killer had enough care for him to not throw him away once he got boring.

Guilt suddenly overtook Color at that thought. It was a cynical way to view things. He knew Killer was trying, he knew his friend was relearning how to care for or trust others.

The fact Color had gotten as far as he has with Killer, to the point that the multi souled creature would proudly proclaim him a friend, already said a lot.

But it was times like this that Color couldn’t help feeling insignificant; very much like a toy. He knew the higher Stages of his friend’s soul certainly weren’t stable or mentally sane, in a way that was different from Stages 1 and 2. At least they could pretend to keep it together.

But not Stage 3, and probably not 4, either. Definitely not Stage 4, actually. Killer had attempted to hide the existence of that one from Color for a while, and he was clear when he said he didn’t understand Stage 4 in the slightest.

Stage 3 was feral. Or..”crazy,” as One has described it. It didn’t take Color long to realize that 3 didn’t think in complex ways, like he or the lower Stages could.

It saw the world in movements and survival. Non verbal cues, body language, the tone of your voice and facial expressions. The creature was unpredictable; one wrong move could have it attacking whoever moved or looked at it a certain way.

Stage 3 twitched sometimes, uncontrollably. When it was excited or nervous, mostly. Those could pretty unnerving to see.

Its movements were very much like a predator, graceful and adaptive, yet it was clear that it was ready to attack at any moment. Look it in the eyes or smile a certain way, and it’ll be on you before you could even blink.

This even applied to..”friendship.” Color couldn’t really say if the feral animal living inside his friend’s broken body knew what friends were, but Stage 3 was the definition of love bites and roughhousing (if leaving teeth marks and bruises during play times counted as that.) Perhaps a better word would probably be more animalistic, like a pack mate.

Or a pup that 3 had to care for. Or a sheep it had to herd, maybe even a resource that needed guarding. Territory.

Color couldn’t say, and Stage 3 couldn’t tell. Out of all the Stages, navigating this one’s world was the most confusing.

“..but, that hurts.” Color reached out, cautiously placing a skeletal hand on his friend’s skull. He hissed when Killer instinctively clamped his teeth down harder, thanking whatever Gods existed that he didn’t hear a bone snap. Stage 3 was tense, shaking with what seemed like excitement (or maybe it was fear? Fear of the unknown?), yet it wasn’t growling and going for the neck yet. “not everyone can endure what you can.”

Slowly, slow enough that the feral thing could stop him if it wanted to, Color began to lightly scratch along the top of its skull. Killer was quiet and unnaturally still, staring with those dark, huge eye sockets at Color. The flame head attempted to avoid staring back, suddenly aware of how awkward it is to be giving your grown adult best friend head scratches.

He couldn’t help but wonder if this was how he was going to die. Killer had warned Color against Stage 3 for a reason, after all. Had even advised using extreme methods such as killing him, putting Killer down as if he was a rabid dog, if that meant Color lived.

Killer wasn’t the type to exaggerate the danger, not while in Stage 1. Stage 2 was all about the flair and the dramatics, pretending he cared about anything more than he actually did. Emotionally fake, in any way that actually mattered. Everything about 2’s acts was..unreal, like watching an alien putting on its human skin and play acting.

(Color couldn’t hold that against him. There was no winning in his situation. Mask and be seen as a creep, don’t mask, and be seen as an emotionless husk that was still a creep.)

Stage 3 was a threat. It can, has, and will brutally kill. Anything resembling friends and allies were temporary things in its world. The only luxury is that it won’t bother to draw out the death. It doesn’t want pain, it wants you out of its way. Away from it.

Color’s soul felt tight, conflicting thoughts pulling him in different directions. Perseverance urged him to cease any potentially life threatening actions immediately, but kindness and patience insisted in giving this a chance.

Bravery suggested taking a bolder action. Maybe Stage 3 would react better if Color could show that he was stronger?

Justice reared its head in disgust at the thought. Hadn’t Killer had enough people forcing dominance over him?

Judging by the way Color still hadn’t pulled away, his fingers even bravely making their way down and underneath Killer’s chin, the decision had already been made. A unanimous one, once Color carefully went over every perspective.

Sudden movements would only scare Stage 3 off, or provoke its temper. Color didn’t want to hurt Killer, even if said friend was currently chomping down on his bones like a tasty meal. Especially when this was just 3’s atypical way of showing affection, despite how bad it hurt.

With a gentle hand, Color was sure he could show Stage 3 a way of love that didn’t have to hurt.

“it’s alright, جرو.” He muttered lowly, watching the way Killer’s body shook in its fear and confusion. It still wasn’t attacking, despite it all. Trust was there. The hold on his arm was present, but certainly not as hard as it was before. “i won’t hurt you. أنت آمن مع—“

Color’s words were cut off by Killer suddenly lurching away from him, and Color leaned back when the skeleton bared his teeth at him. Dark ink slid down the porcelain white face, staining the teeth, and the soul was barely anything resembling a shape. More red than white.

Color tensed, his breath catching, as he stared back; his eye socket blown wide and the eye light a mere pinpoint. Despite his fear, the flames burned a fierce orange, as he stood his ground; raising his chin up at the animal and narrowing his eye.

It wasn’t a challenge, but there was no way he would allow the fear and surprise to show. And he needed Stage 3 to see that he wasn’t going to be pushed around.

The two stared, one attempting to maintain eye contact while the other stared intently at the space between eye sockets. It was quiet, not a sound beside the rumble of the air conditioner in Color’s run down, crappy apartment.

3 suddenly let out what sounded like a chuff, snapping his teeth at Color. Before the cracked skull skeleton could even react to that, Killer was on his feet and rushing out of Color’s bedroom; in what could only be described as his tail between his legs.

Color watched his friend run away in quiet astonishment, slumping against his bed pillows. He knew where the animal was likely running off to; Nightmare. Or to be more accurate, the dark, warm, and quiet closet in Killer’s bedroom.

Which meant Color likely wouldn’t be seeing Killer for another few days. A few weeks, if Nightmare keeps him busy.

Disappointment was a knife in Color’s soul, that ever aching loneliness already making itself known; an empty cavern in his being that he could never seem to keep filled.

Blood dripping on to his shorts demanded his attention, and Color glanced over at his arm. The bite was in a perfect shape of Killer’s teeth, covered in salvia. An infection was likely, if Color didn’t heal it.

Color didn’t want to. He wanted someone else to heal him for once, to feel the warmth of healing magic and intent washing over him. Battling off darkness and bone deep loneliness.

But Killer just ran away. Dream and Ccino were likely busy with their duties, Epic was likely spending the day with Cross. Gaster was still in the Void. Core Frisk..he didn’t want to have to rely on them. They were just a kid, they’d probably freak out if they saw the injury.

..It might reflect badly on Killer. And his chances on getting into the Omega Timeline, once Color managed to help him leave Nightmare.

Which left Delta. Color was overdue in giving his ex roommate the souvenirs he got for him, anyway. With his uninjured arm, Color reached over to grab his phone from the nightstand; immediately pulling up his most recent contacts.

As soon as he caught sight of the profile picture, of Delta’s brazen smile, Color couldn’t help but consider if things had been different. If he had decided to give up on Killer like everyone seemed to want him to, stayed in the Omega Timeline with Delta and tried to live a normal life.

The thought of it caused his non existent stomach to churn. He wasn’t built for staying in one spot. He couldn’t give up on Killer. He knew it was dangerous, possibly even impossible. Maybe it was even pathetic to be chasing after someone as unstable and danger prone as Killer.

Everyone kept insisting the same thing, over and over. He can’t change.

But Color couldn’t believe that, not for a second. Not when he’s seen the way Killer crashes and breaks after each mission. Not when he’s seen the man come apart at the seams over the injuries of a beloved pet, blaming himself for every single thing that goes wrong.

Not when Killer looks at him in that way. Scared, but hopeful. Trusting. Admiring and loving. He can’t be the reason why such a look no longer grazes that face. The reason why his hope up and shatters and flies away in the wind. He won’t be.

But it’s nice to have support, whenever Color is the one left in shambles. He’s grateful for Delta, truly. But he can’t give the man what he wants. He’s just glad that Delta seems to understand that.

Without allowing himself to ponder much more on it, he quickly presses down on that green call button. He’s silent as the rings fill the air, the sounds breaking through the silence in such a way that Color has to resist the immediate urge to hang up. Grating on his non existent ears.

The rings seem to go on for such a long time that Color finds himself holding his breath once again, wondering if perhaps this is the point where Delta finally leaves. Or maybe his friend was busy, and Color will once again have to patch himself up.

Then the soft, welcoming click of a phone call being answered fills the room, and Color heaves a sigh of relief. He can’t stop smiling when he says,

“hey, de. you have a moment?”

—

I had to use Google Translate for the Arabic bits, so it probably isn’t accurate, but here’s what they’re supposed to mean:

‎الجرو = Supposed to mean pup. But translates to puppy.

‎. أنت آمن مع = “You are safe with—.” Supposed to be “you are safe with me,” if he wasn’t cut off.

#undertale #sans au #killertale #sans aus #bad sans gang #killer sans #bad sanses #nightmares gang #underverse #killer!sans #color!sans #othertale #colorkiller #ultratale #delta sans #delta!sans #delta sans x color sans #deltacolor #epic sanses #omega timeline #undertale fanfiction #killercolor #killer sans x color sans #color sans x killer sans #dream!sans #nightmare!sans #ccino sans #epic sans #undertale something new #utmv fanfic

[kittydragondraws]

Dead End

panic attack ensues

rambles under cut

Ads... bootiful

more... waiting

ooh thing happened and it hurts

Nice... beach

aww look at those cubicle

GIRLS

TWINS????

LIVE LADIES LIVE

DINOSAUR

AAAAAAAAH

NO HER BUFFERING FRIEND

BEAUTIFUL GIRLIES

no trauma D:

WHAT THEY CAN DO THAT

FNaF?

ice stance

AWW HE'S BIG!

WHAT THE HELL THEY'RE FRIENDLY

WAMMANA HUH

DOLL JUST DIPPER

OOOUGH ATTACK

SHE FALLIN

WAIT THEY'RE AWARE OF CYN?

omg uzi's so cute

oof ominous face

teaser image :D

how did they not get hurt by the fall

UZI HAS CONTROL OF HER SOLVER FORM

aww they're bird people

N's so silly

claws...

CLONES CLONES CLONES CLONES CLONES CLONES CLONES CLONES

on the other hand male dd references :]

OH THAT'S WHY IS SAID DON'T LOOK

omg tessa's so cute

NO BABY GIRL

why didn't she fight

oh mah gosh no child

COWBOY BABY MENT SOMETHING

WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELL

WHAT IS THIS THING

SPIDER BOY

oh my she's kinda coot actually

darkness woman

did that say sister?

oh my god this chick feral

haha magnet

wow she axin

sentinels...?

OH MAH GAH SHE HAS ANTLERS

SHE FRRAL

bro really said valuable

just an oven...

oh my goodness UZI

ooh the w word

NORI WHAT THE HELL

why is tessa there

aww mamby what the hell

why is he not afraid?

oh my god are we gonna get like 100 more worms

oh wow she repaired herself

this chick kinda cool

liam and his wendigos

oh good they live

is this just torture?

haha i'm scared

bot went 0.0

...and uzi?

he siad it haha

wht the hell was on that screen

wait i just realized her eyes are orange, Teacher

woah they look kinda coot

she's just enjoying this

AAAAAAAAAAGH

wait so earth is gone?

so uzi wil die, okay

oh my helling gosh nah

why is she insane

oh no uzi

cowboy baby feels remorse

flashbaning her wont work scrub

httyd moment lol

BLOOOODD

dingoHUMANNA ALLANAH FITZGERALS GO AWAY

oh no stuff is happening

no not cool girl

they're sounds are nice

wll he's gone

haha v

UUUUUHM

CYN

ABS

WHATEVER

STOP IT

UZI'S OKAY RIGHT

wakey wakey....

human blood :D

baby girl

i cannot breathe

they're gonna reactivate

why u red boy

this music kinda nice ngl

i regret every fanfic i've ever watched

bro this song slaps

it's like opera

hehe hiding

my hand is shaking lalala ha ha ha

WAIT WHAT DID HIS SCREEN SAY

DOOOOOOOLO NOOOOOO DOOOOOLLLL NOOOOOOOO DOOOOOL

meh

OH MY GOD THE HORROS

i love her accent

awwwwwww hand holding

noooooo.... YAS

these two are so dumb

guns brandished lady

OH MY GOSH TESSA

oh good god doll is okay

wow she kinda cool

GET OUTTA HERE SENTINELS THIS AIN'T YOUR PLACE

why must they sound so gosh darn cute

WHAT DOES RED MEAN IS DOLL IN CONTROL

my god the boss fight begins

FINGERS DON'T BEND LIKE THAT

these things smart

v gto the killer reflexes frfr

glasses woman :D

N NO

aww she swore

if v dies i'm so gonna cry

smart is the new cool

not the actual hell woman

NONONONONONNO

THIS GOD

I HATE THIS ABSOLUTE FUCKING SHOW

I HATE YPOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU

#kitty's kooky insane ramblings #murder drones #murder drones episode six #murder drones episode 6 #murder drones dead end #dead end #episode six #episode 6 #spoilers #murder drones spoilers

[blimbo-buddy]

can we learn more ab the earthworms of bug society...i love worms

oh gladly, i love the weird dudes

So due to the fact that earthworms have no eyes, they usually greet each other through touch and taste

They greet each other by bowing their heads and allowing each other to gently place their mouth on their head, like a greeting kiss

Because of their blindness and vulnerability above ground, the Worm Empire operates any and all affairs under the earth (Unless a foraging is set in place)

There is special shelters in the narrow tunnels that are uses when heavy rainfall occurs

However, foraging during heavy rainfall for the worms is set to an all-time high. Not many animals want to be out in the rain, so most of their worries of predators goes away

Though the downside is that under the ground, it becomes difficult for the worms to pick out vibrations of predators, which can also make the emerging process of foraging very dangerous

The Earthworm Empire was one of silent peace, mostly undisturbed by outside forces. Not a society that favors war. At least, that's how it was

During the reign of Earth Master Mica, the Pillbug Domain had to flee from their lands after failing to uphold their side of a geographical trade with the nearly eviscerated Dragonfly Lair, after asking for their help in a war against the - at the time- unbeatable Wasp Swarm. The Dragonflies retaliated, nearly wiping out the Pillbug's army and subsequently divorced them from their land.

Earth Master Mica took in the Pillbug Domain, creating an alliance that survived even beyond Mica's rule

Some pillbugs were found to join the worms on their forages, alerting them of approaching danger

During warmer days, pillbugs were sent to go forage for food. This era of the Worm-Pillbug alliance was noted as an era that was flourishing with food

With the strength of the Pillbug Domain slowly growing back to its original glory, they set their sights on reclaiming their land once more

The silent rekindling of the Pillbug-Dragonfly war could only stay silent for so long, before the war was brought to Earth Master Compost

With their unwilling involvement in the war, Earth Master Compost and many other politically powerful worms grew irritated with the Pillbug Dominion's irrational decision making and how they dragged them in to a war of the pillbug's own making

When the Dragonfly Lair launched attacks onto the Worm Empire in order to weaken the Pillbug Dominion, the worms were whittled away in their numbers due to their lack of military expertise

It was decided, after hundreds of good worms dead and hundreds of impulsive decisions from the Pillbug Dominion, that the Worm Empire would exile the Pillbug Dominion and mark them as enemies of the empire

After the exile of the Pillbug Empire, a rise in isolationism began to fill the tunnels of the Worm Empire, spearheading an era that was filled with fear and propaganda

This isolationism that began to spread amongst the empire is also what partially caused the civil war of the worms. Fighting over who would allow them the most protection and subsequent isolation from enemies, the Slugs of the Garth or the Slugs of the Timberland

The Worm Empire was not soft anymore

Those who allied with the Garth Slugs armed themselves with wasp stingers tied around their tails, able to gut any worm in their path, mastering up close, worm-to-worm combat

Those who allied with the Timberland Slugs had mastered the art of long-ranged weapons. Vines reinforced with sharp thorns, acting as whips that could easily butcher a worm into multiple pieces at long-range

But soon, all sides of the Worm Empire civil war will eventually need to come face to face with a new, far more dangerous threat. One that is silent, an unseen serial killer and devourer of worms and slugs.

#blimbo rambles #ask #bug world no mercy