#she seems like a pacifist who gets really pissed off sometimes

[rbinsgf]

Turn the other cheek, and I take it on the chin

(Now with a Part 2)

Saying Robin was pissed would be the understatement of the century. She was on a rampage. Mind focused on one target and nothing would tame her fury beside strangling the obnoxiously loud life out of Eddie freaking Munson.

Robin isn’t a violent person, she sometimes even called herself a pacifist, but she had limits.

Steve Harrington kicked puppy expression was her limit number one.

It was supposed to be a boring Tuesday afternoon shift at Family Video and Steve was to clock in two hours after her for the closing shift.

It was a normal boring Tuesday, not many customers came on Tuesdays so Robin was left to do and redo the inventory or browse the aisles she had arranged three times since starting her shift.

The video store was silent except for the faint sound of the top 40 and the squawking of her converse on the tiled floor.

But then the bell above the door jingled and Robin had turned with a smile, enthusiastic at the thought of any distraction, her smile vanished in an instant.

Before her was standing a sad looking Steve Harrington, his big cow eyes glossy with unshed tears and even his hair looked deflated.

Robin rushed over him, eyes scanning his figure for any kind of injury,

"Steve what hap- oof"

The force of her friend trying to bury his bigger frame in between her arms cut her short in her questioning.

Steve was now shamelessly sobbing in the fabric of her work vest, snot and tears mixing on the green fibers.

Robin stroked his hair and held him until he calmed down enough to talk. After a few minutes of Steve sobbing on her shoulder she beckoned him in the break room to sit him down and give him some water.

After Steve had calmed down and downed three cups of water like a man stranded in the desert, Robin sat next to him and waited.

A beat. And another. Steve opened and closed his mouth a few times in between sniffles, trying to work out an explanation to his breakdown.

Robin’s brows were creased in worry and she was seconds away from ripping her lips to shreds as she gnawed at them waiting for her friend to talk. And oh, oh how she would’ve preferred to hear something about the upside down, or a failed date or, god forbid, the discontinuation of the Farrah Fawcett spray. But what she heard was worse than any of the above..

~Around half an hour before~

Steve parked in front of the little house humming some David Bowie song he heard earlier that week.

It was a normal Tuesday, he was about to drive the kids home from Hellfire before joining Robin at work for the closing shift at Family Video.

The door to the house wasn’t locked so Steve let himself in as he had done dozens of times before, a small smile was tugging at his lips as he walked towards the basement hearing laughter and voices.

His smile flattered as the ongoing conversation became cleared as he reached the end of the stairs, not quite entering the room enough to be seen by the club.

Hellfire’s meetings were always boisterous and loud so Steve tuned them all out when waiting for it to end, but he just couldn’t do it today, not after hearing some very interesting traits about Eddie’s newly created NPC.

Apparently Eddie thought it would be fun to make an NPC based on Steve making it a mean airhead who dies trying to get a girl at all cost.

Eddie had seemed pretty proud of him actually so Steve didn’t mind at first,

but then in the span of a second they went from talking about the NPC to talking about actual Steve.

Mike had said something about the NPC being a genius next to who he was based off of and, it’s Mike so Steve didn’t really care.

But then the others seemed to have took it as an opportunity to open some sort of trial on him.

They all started to talk over each other about some dumb stuff he had said or stupid thing he did or those times when he doesn’t get what everyone’s talking about. And it’s okay, Steve knows that he isn’t smart or whatever but it still hurts.

Eddie only pitched in after the rest has quieted down and saying if the NPC was to be 100% accurate he would’ve made it "an asshole King of a bullshit land"

That’s when Steve left, turning on his heels and bumping on the door on his way up the stairs.

The other noticed him then, it only made them laugh at how he couldn’t take a joke or be grateful to be even remotely included in the game.

He walked out of the house and into his car, speeding off towards Family Video.

He didn’t look back not once, the kids could take themselves home for all he cared or Eddie would take them anyway. The thought of Eddie hurts a spot in his chest Steve tried to ignore as he waited for the streetlight to turn green. He had thought they were finally friends, counted the guy as one of his best friend actually. Steve had thought Eddie had seen him for who he really was and liked that real Steve. Steve had told Eddie all about that time in high school, why Steve acted that way, he had told him about the bathroom incident and Nancy’s words. Steve thought Eddie had understood him. Guess Steve was wrong about that too. The light turned green and Steve swallowed his tears.

If there is someone above it all, Robin hopes they can pardon all the awful thoughts that crossed her mind about Eddie Munson and what she was about to do to him.

She was vibrating with fury, Eddie knew Steve now, they’d spent so many nights hanging out the three of them. (She had even thought that there was something more there between the two of them. )

Oh she hoped Eddie hadn’t skipped too many P.E classes, she was about to hunt him and he was better of running. And fast.

"Robin you’re hurting my hand"

The quiet wincing coming from Steve brought her back to the situation at hand, she quickly released his hand and got up,

"The kids, they’re dumb and ungrateful brats, but they’re still children so I’m mad at them but well…Now Eddie ? Stevie I want you to know that I’m about to break each of his bones one by one."

Steve snorted at her spiel,

"It’s not worth it Robbie, I think he wanted to keep the approbation of the Hellfire’s members by shitting on the dumb jock, for old times sake and whatnot.."

"No it’s not okay Steve ! Eddie is supposed to be your friend and that’s so hypocritical of him to rant about conformity but still seeking validation by shitting on you !"

Robin was red, her arms flailing around her in angry motions. Steve sighed and looked away,

"I mean, I was an asshole, maybe he hasn’t forgiven me and waited for revenge or something."

"Yeah key words here Steve, was, it’s all in the past and you weren’t that bad per se." That is true, for all his King Steve title, Steve didn’t do much aside from snorting next to Tommy shoving nerds into lockers or cackling when Carol’s venom was particularly snarky. He never touched anyone, yes he was arrogant and mean but it was all a disguise.

And Eddie fucking knew that.

Robin looked at Steve, his forlorn expression and anxious hands nearly ripping holes in his sweater cemented her next action.

In one smooth motion she took his car keys and ran out of the store.

Hellfire survived an angry town mob, the Kids survived a whole other dimensions but none of them were ready for what was about to come.

Eddie may have survived once, thanks to Steve’s CPR training by the way, but Robin was seriously considering finishing what the bats had started.

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Alright gang I’m slowly going back to writing and I thought of some angst because why not right ? This story will probably be made of three parts i think.

If you guys have any tips, requests, critics or literally anything to say please let me know I love talking with people here and it doesn’t happen a lot !

(Next chapter will be from Eddie’s pov)

#steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #stranger things #stranger things 4 #steddie #the fruity four #steve x eddie #platonic soulmates stobin #stobin friendship #stobin #steve and robin #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #angst ?

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Ghosts Are Just as Real as You and Me - Part 4

READING GLASSES CATHY PARR RISES!

*clears throat* Well then. Chapter four, never thought I’d make it this far. This is actually the longest chapter yet, reaching about 3250 words. Here we get to jump around and see a little bit of everyone including (what anon asked me about a while ago) Duo Moms Aragon and Jane. This chapter escalates from happy to sad to oh no pretty quickly, so I hope you all enjoy that as much as I did. Sorry for any spelling/grammatical errors, my brother was performing ritualistic sacrifices in the living room.

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A few days passed with all the queens waiting anxiously for the storm to hit, but life went on as normally as it had before Henry showed up. All the queens became hesitant, unsure of how to support each other when Henry’s reincarnation was uncharted territory. Eventually the tension became too much and Aragon approached Jane before breakfast one morning. “Jane, how would you like to go out for coffee?”

“What?” Jane furrowed her eyebrows. “But I have to make breakfast for the girls, it’s the only time we all still eat together.”

Wincing Aragon put a hand on the countertop. “Well yes, but… I was thinking that if you and I take Kitty out for coffee and muffins this morning -”

Jane caught on to what Aragon was saying. “We’ll be able to get her mind off of everything. You know what Catherine, I actually like that idea.”

Sighing in relief, Catherine moved away from the table and towards the stairs. “Will you finish making breakfast for the others if I go and wake up Kit?”

“One step ahead of you!” Jane called as she flipped some bacon already cooking. Turning around, Aragon made her way up to the second floor and across the way to Kit’s room. Kit was never the last to wake up, but she was never the first either. Chances were she would be shut in her room listening to music or watching television, waiting until Jane called her down for breakfast.

Knocking on the door, Aragon listened until she heard Kit’s voice. “Who is it?” came from within the room, muffled through the door.

“Aragon.”

A hum of confirmation came from Kit, and Aragon entered the room. “Is breakfast ready?” Kit asked, her phone in her hand as she turned off her music.

“About that,” Aragon started, then immediately regretted it when she saw the way Kit’s face dropped. “Jane and I wanted to take you out for coffee and muffins instead today. We thought it’d be nice to get out of the house a bit.”

Eyes lighting up, Kit scrambled off the bed and shot Aragon with the most precious smile on Earth. “Why’d you say it like it’s a bad thing, of course I’ll come with you two!” Exhaling, Aragon couldn’t help the grin that grew on her face at Kitty’s enthusiasm. Lately the girl had been so down on herself that seeing her back to even a sliver of her enthusiastic self was enough for Aragon to feel proud of herself for her coffee idea.

The two of them made their way down the stairs to where Jane was setting out plates for the other queens. Cathy was already at the table with a book in her hands and her reading glasses on. Anna was out on her morning run, sure to return later, and Anne was still in her room sleeping (like she always was). Glancing up, Cathy watched as the three other queens pulled on their shoes and got ready to leave. “Have fun out there you three,” she called, turning the page of her novel.

“Do you want us to bring you anything back?” Aragon asked her God-daughter.

Pondering the offer for a second, Cathy shrugged. “If they have hazelnut muffins, could you grab me one?”

“Sure,” Aragon replied. Jane chuckled, realizing how domestic the exchange was, but she didn’t complain. Kit tugged at her hand and looked pointedly at the door, anxious to get going. It was a change to see Kit so carefree, but it was obvious the girl was trying to push away her doubts. There was still the bit of hesitation before she grabbed Jane’s hand and the cringing when either of the queens spoke too loudly, but Kit was trying. Neither Jane nor Aragon were afraid of coddling Kit when she showed her strength in working to overcome her own problems. In fact, it was a very welcome sight for the queens who had begun to worry.

Jane was the one driving, with Aragon in the passenger seat and Kitty in the back. To a passerby they might’ve looked like a family, and although none of them voiced it, they all had the thought cross their minds. “Which shop are we going to?” Kitty asked, fiddling with her phone without turning it on.

“Coffee and Creme, it’s the bakery down the street,” Jane answered, making a left turn at the intersection.

Kit gasped. “Oh I love their chocolate chip muffins, they’re always so warm.”

Chuckling, Aragon added, “Well we can get you one when we’re there.”

“Really! Jane never lets me eat chocolate in the morning,” Kit leaned forward in her seat. Jane shot Aragon a subtle glare, causing the woman to mouth sorry in response.

But it made Kitty happy, and that was the goal of the outing, so Jane relented. “Just this once, okay Kit? And don’t let us catch you telling Anne about this, or else she’ll never shut up about it.”

“My lips are sealed,” Kitty mimed zipping her lips and throwing away the key.

As Jane pulled up to the shop, she groaned when she realized the only parking spot was on the other side of the street. “Alright, you girls hop out and go wait in line while I park. Catherine if you could order for me-”

“I know your order by heart,” Kit cut in, a proud smile on her face.

The two older queens felt smiles grow on their faces without any permission. “Well then, I think Kitty’s got it down pretty well,” Aragon shrugged.

Getting out of the car, Aragon poked her head back in. “I’ll be inside in just a moment, you go ahead with Kitty,” Jane assured.

“You be quick Seymour,” Aragon ordered in a faux-stern voice. Rolling her eyes goodnaturedly, Jane pulled away from the side of the shop and drove to the end of the street. Making a legal u-turn, Jane found the open parking spot on the opposite side of the road and pulled into it. Getting out of the car, Jane made sure to lock the doors before moving to cross the street.

She froze, making eye contact with a man right next to the bakery. It was undeniably Henry, regardless of the different clothes he was wearing. He wasn’t moving, just watching Jane from where he stood. Cold fear gripped Jane’s heart as she was unable to move. Jane blinked multiple times, hoping it was only a trick of the light, but Henry remained where he stood. Taking a step forward, Jane was about to cross the street when a large bus passed in front of her.

The queen jumped back, jerking herself back into reality. Looking at her surroundings, Jane let the noises of the busy street filter back into her mind. Returning her gaze to where Henry was standing, Jane wasn’t surprised to see him gone. Why would he stick around longer than to make sure Jane knew he was watching? Henry was playing a psychological game, and Jane wouldn’t fall for it this time. Not when she had Kit and Catherine, Anna and Cathy and Anne to protect. 

The bell above the bakery door rang when Jane stepped in the shop, her entrance greeted with a “Welcome!” from the peppy barista. Shooting a smile to the barista, Jane made her way over to Kit and Aragon who were seated at a corner table. Kit was happily munching on a giant chocolate muffin with a frappuccino in front of her. Normally Jane would disapprove of all the sugar, but today was an exception. In front of Catherine was a simple cup of coffee with milk and some sugar.

And at the empty third seat for Jane was her order, exactly as she always got it. It consisted of one of the bakery’s shortbread cookies cut in the shape of a heart with cinnamon sprinkled over the top. There was a piping mug of chamomile tea resting next to it, the tea bag still in the drink, just as Jane always had it. Even though Jane had come to the bakery with Kitty multiple times before, it still warmed her heart that the teen remembered her order.

That warmth disappeared when Jane once again reminded herself of the encounter outside the bakery. Clearly, Henry was trying to mess with them, get to them mentally instead of physically. Withholding information from the queens could cause a lot of conflict but, Jane reasoned, it would cause more harm to tell them than to hide it. She couldn’t let the fear return to Kit’s eyes, the fear she and Aragon were trying so hard to ward off. Opening her mouth, Jane attempted to speak, but couldn’t get any words out.

“Jane, is there something on your mind?” Aragon asked, her grin warm and inviting.

There was no way Jane could ruin this picture perfect moment with Kit and Aragon by telling them what she had seen. Instead, Jane shook her head and sat down in the empty seat. “Not at all. Just glad we’re all here together.”

On the other side of town, Anna wasn’t on her morning jog through the park. Anyone who was used to seeing her wouldn’t suspect anything amiss, she had probably just cut her run short. But Anna would have to postpone her morning run for the time being because she had more important places to be. Instead of being out in the park, reveling in the sunlight, Anna was plotting. Plotting every possible way to kill Henry before he could even make another move on Kit or any of the queens.

She had no idea how she would do it, but Anna was going to track Henry down and get to him first. She couldn’t tell any of the other queens for fear they would disapprove or in case Henry was listening (there was so little privacy in the modern world), so Anna only had the companionship of her own mind. 

Her first order of business was signing up at a local boxing arena in order to get fighting experience. It wasn’t the most desirable sport, and Anna much preferred running and weightlifting - non contact sports, thank you very much - but she was willing to do anything in order to increase her chances of winning a fight against Henry.

One of the first things her instructors taught her was that it wasn’t being the biggest or the strongest that made you the winner, it was your skill and endurance. Anna would never be stronger than Henry, that was a given, but if she trained enough, her hope was that she would be able to take him down when she found him. He was slow and fat and probably didn’t have any experience. Anna was young and lean and training, the odds were against him.

In the days since Kit’s confession, Anna had been training as hard and as often as she could, gearing up for a fight that could come at any time. It was on this particular morning when an instructor pulled her to the side. The woman had a high ponytail and must’ve been in her mid twenties, but her muscles were ripped and she clearly had experience. Unable to remember her name, Anna resorted to referring to the woman as “you”, trying to get the conversation over so she could get back to training. “Why are you doing this?” the instructor asked simply, no lead up or extra commentary.

“What do you mean?”

The woman watched a bead of sweat drip down Anna’s forehead. “Why are you working so hard? You showed up less than a week ago and you’ve already advanced faster than anyone else here. So what’s your motivation?”

“I don’t have to tell you that,” Anna said defensively, flexing her hands in the tape wrapped around them.

The woman shrugged, unbothered. “True, you don’t. But sometimes sharing motivations makes it easier to see reason. To pace yourself. The best solution isn’t always working as hard as possible all the time.”

Anna scoffed and ignored the advice. “Yeah, well not all of us have time. If you’ll excuse me,” Anna pushed past the woman and moved back to her punching bag.

“Is it someone in your life?” The woman called. Anna stopped with her fist in the air, about to swing at the bag. “So it is,” the instructor continued, noticing Anna’s hesitation.

“Stop trying to get into my head, okay, it’s not gonna work,” Anna hissed.

The instructor rolled her tongue in her mouth before making a clicking sound. “Maybe you’re trying to protect someone you care about?” Once again, Anna hesitated and cursed herself when the woman’s eyes lit up. “You’re trying to be their night in shining armor.”

“You have no right to violate my privacy -”

“But why? What is threatening them that you feel the need to work so hard?” The woman kept pushing deeper and deeper, hitting all of Anna’s soft spots.

Clenching her fists, Anna swung at the punching bag and watched it go careening in the opposite direction. It wasn’t the most impressive punch, but the amount of anger behind it drained Anna. “Henry. His name is Henry and he has a lot of history with us.”

“Ex lover?”

Anna chuckled ruefully. “Yeah, something like that.” Breathing in deeply, Anna steadied the punching bag. “She’s dealing with a lot, and if I let him get to her again, I’m afraid she’ll break and it’ll be all my fault.”

“Again.” It wasn’t a question, more like an invitation to elaborate.

It wasn’t that Anna didn’t realize she was confiding in a stranger, it was more the comfort of knowing that she could say anything and the instructor would have no idea. “It was my fault the first time, it can’t be my fault the second time. I - I…”

“You love her too much to see her get hurt.”

“Yeah. Yeah I do.”

On a regular basis, Cathy tended to be pretty concerned about Anne. With her constant shenanigans and chaotic nature, it was hard not to be worried about what trouble the beheaded queen would get into next. But right now, Cathy wasn’t concerned because of what Anne was doing. No, she was concerned about what Anne wasn’t doing. Ever since Anne had gone to her room after talking with Cathy a few nights back, she had been practically AWOL.

Sure, Anne came down to snag food, but then she would immediately disappear back into her room in the attic. Cathy had seen her come from Kit’s room a day earlier, but the strange part was that Kit had been downstairs with Jane. Anne wasn’t making any sounds, but she didn’t seem to be in any kind of distress or slump.

In conclusion, something was wrong with Anne Boleyn, but for the life of her, Cathy Parr could not figure it out. That’s why when Cathy heard someone leaving later that day, she decided to investigate, praying it was Anne. Sure enough, luck was on her side and Anne’s coat was missing from its hanger.

Noting that she was the only person in the house, Cathy realized she had free reign to satisfy her curiosity. Acknowledging how dangerous her curiosity could be, Cathy threw caution out the window and headed directly for Anne’s room. She needed something, any kind of clue as to why Anne was suddenly acting as if the rest of the queens were infected with some deadly disease. Or maybe she’s the one infected, Cathy thought to herself. 

Stopping in front of Anne’s door, Cathy felt her conscience kick in. Is it really okay to violate Anne’s privacy like this? Cathy knew the answer was no and if Anne found out, she’d be pissed, but in that moment Cathy knew she’d never again have this opportunity to - for lack of a better word - snoop.

Opening the door, Cathy made her way into the room. Clothes were strewn about mingled with trash and food crumbs from Anne’s meals. The bed was unmade (of course) and there was an assortment of random items (kazoos, teddy bears, a pair of heelys) in every corner. There was a nightstand next to Anne’s bed, the only thing untouched by all the chaos. Wading through the mass of junk on the floor until she stood in front of the desk, Cathy observed her prize.

It was a journal. That was the last thing Cathy expected Anne to have, but she picked it up anyway. Her reading glasses were resting on her head, so Cathy pulled them down and opened the book. The first page was a doodle (it was surprisingly intricate, Cathy noted) of… herself? The sketch was clearly Cathy, her arm above her head as she slept on the queens’ couch, her glasses askew. Blushing, Cathy read the caption of the picture. Gold star for Cathy Parr, an angel I see.

Frantically, flipping the page, Cathy tried to smother the erratic beating of her heart. She could squeal later about Anne’s drawing. The next page was another sketch, this time of Kitty with a water gun. Cathy remembered the incident over the summer when the queens were out having a water war. The teams were Cathy, Anne, and Anna versus Aragon, Jane, and Kitty. The fight had gotten down to the very end when Kit sprayed Anne, only for Anna to secure a win for her team by taking down Kit. The memory brought a warm feeling to Cathy’s chest, making her smile with a nostalgic fondness.

Flipping further into the book, Cathy came across some of the more recent entries. These ones didn’t make any sense. They were nonsense words like “Double” and “Envelope” and “Instructions”. There was no rhyme or reason to any of the words, and if anything would have been coherent, Anne had scribbled it out with a black pen.

The final page that was written in made more sense. He made it easy for me, a five step plan. I don’t want to help him or do anything he says but Kitty… I went into her room the other day. I was hoping I could find any cameras or wiretaps (I looked it up, they’re easy to get), but there were none. The only choice I have is following instructions. Especially those from the envelope.

Eyes widening as a chill overcame her body, Cathy opened the drawer of the nightstand. Inside was a single, white envelope with Anne’s name on it. Reaching for it, Cathy’s hand closed around the edge when the door downstairs opened with a loud bang!

Releasing the envelope, Cathy closed the drawer and practically sprinted out of Anne’s room. On her way downstairs, Cathy did her best to compose herself so to appear that she had not been snooping. Hanging her coat by the door was Anne, an unmarked bag in her hands. “Hi Anne,” Cathy said, eyeing the bag.

Unaware, Anne gave Cathy a smile that normally would make the girl swoon. “Hi Cathy,” she replied, walking over to the other queen. Anne lifted a hand and Cathy frowned in confusion, only to be answered as Anne carefully pushed the forgotten reading glasses up her nose where they had been slipping off.

“Are you going to hide from us again?” Cathy asked, channeling her passive aggressiveness.

Sighing Anne gave the other queen a forced smile. “I guess I am,” she said before disappearing back to her room. 

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#six the musical fanfiction #six the musical fanfic #six the musical fic #six fanfiction #six fanfic #this fic is getting awfully interesting #like even i don't know what's gonna happen next #parrlyn #cathy parr's reading glasses #yes that's a tag now #i wanted to have fluff but this is why we can't have nice things #anna's a badass #but i headcanon she doesn't really like fighting #she seems like a pacifist who gets really pissed off sometimes #and then there's some more of #duo moms #that's what i call them #duo moms aragon and jane #and their happy daughter kitty #literally only two characters haven't made bad decisions #watch out aragon and kitty you're next #i love reading glasses cathy parr so much #ghosts are just as real as you and me #part four #cathy is whipped for anne #and that's a FACT

[wastelandlovingscenarios]

Romanced!companions react to their precious fem!sole survivor getting slapped or strikes by an npc right in front of them? Can we categorize this; who would be the violent/threatening/just angry group? >:^0

omg, i’m pretty sure none of them would be remotely calm if that happened... but damn imagine the outcome of that poor npc. they lived a good life. this was a short request while i work on like 7 other ones, LOL.

thank you for requesting and please enjoy!

the next request i’m posting is gonna be a react that turned out a little longer than i expected so buckle up. 🤠

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Danse:

violent/threatening

danse would for sure fall under the violent criteria of this situation. he already has one foot in the door once someone dares to go too close to sole, but hit her? that’s a totally different story for another day. that person better be praying to some god out there to give them mercy cause danse knows he won’t. the minute he hears that slap on soles face, it will trigger him to attack without a word. and to answer the question; does danse need a gun to do the job? absolutely not. those muscles are not just for show after all. no matter how many people hold him back, he will always fight his way through the crowd of people and beat the living fuck out of the person, even if they’re begging for him to stop. he won’t even realize the damage he’s done until after and won’t regret it either way, knowing that it was well deserved on their case. now if it was a situation where it was shoving or showing signs of starting a fight with his beloved, he’d step right in front of them and stare them down angrily with the biggest scowl ever. in some cases, that’s more than enough to scare most people off towards the other direction but in a few, he’s forced to threaten them. “i advise you step away unless you desire for this situation to escalate into something that involves solely you and i.” no one will ever be a threat to sole on his watch and he will make sure that nothing will stop him from protecting her.

Deacon:

threatening mixed with violence (depending the intensity of the situation)

deacons nice. he’s really laid back in most situations and is more than willing to let things go if he feels like it’s not worth the trouble. following that, deacons nice to a certain point and if you cross that point? consider yourself on his hitlist for the rest of your life. the intensity of the situation will determine how he’ll react towards it. if the person were to do as simple as shove sole, he’d keep an eye on them and say something within the lines of, “woah, woah, take it easy.” now if it was something like a slap or a punch, he wouldn’t even let it happen, not while he’s around. deacon would have fast enough reflexes to catch their wrist and he’d grip it enough to leave a mark, a displeased expression on his face. he’d even go as far as making jokes with an evil smile, such as, “oops my hand slipped,” or “oh you dropped this,” and proceed to deck the person as hard as he can with his free hand, not caring whether or not he knocks them unconscious. after that incident, he’d constantly terrorize the poor individual, often pulling pranks on them without any breaks. sometimes, he’d even go near them and speak in a happy tone while patting their back in a manner where it seemed a little too friendly.

Maccready:

threatening

mac is aware he’s not muscular nor is he made for fighting, which is why he sticks with guns during most situations. hes a lanky man and gets intimidated a little easier than most people, knowing that many of them could take him down with something as simple as a punch. it’s easier to say he’s more confident with a gun in his hand in these instances. despite his weaknesses, he would not hesitate to step up, knowing that hes unable to control his anger. he’d immediately point the gun at the persons temple and cock it just for intimidation purposes, but knows that he’s more than willing to pull the trigger if he needs to. it benefits him and the commonwealth more than damages it, seeing that this world needs one less asshole living it in, so who is he to care if this person dies or not? he’d slowly press it harder against the persons head, angrily speaking, “back away now.” if the person does so, he’ll gladly let them walk away without an injury and instead tend to sole. he wouldn’t let them go without some snarky comment like, “yeah keep walking and please let the door hit you on the way out.” if they refuse to move away from sole though, he’d gladly take the butt of his gun and smack it against their temple within seconds, completely ignoring the persons body knocked out on the floor. mac would get sole up and out of there as soon as he can, complaining under his breath about how much of that guy was an asshole and how he shouldve shot him.

Hancock:

violent group

consider one thing; that this person who fucked over his lover is beyond dead in his eyes. no one touches his sunshine, and if they dared to? theyll be wishing they hadn’t. hancock can quickly become someone’s friend, but the same can be said if it were an enemy. if he’s willing to stab someone for getting even a little too chummy and touchy with sole, imagine what he’d do if they dared to inflict pain on them. depending on where they are, like a bar for instance, he’d grab a glass bottle and crack it on the guys head, pushing him down on the floor without another word. using his shotgun, he’d make sure he’d put a few bullets through his body before he decides he’s completely satisfied with the new makeover he’s given them. now if he was in a more violent mood and was definitely not having it, he’d want to have their blood on his hands and wouldn’t care if it stained his clothes or not. he wants to send the message to everyone watching that if anyone dares to fucking cross his line, they’re gonna learn it the hard way and he will make it very known how the outcome of the situation will be. for example, he has a knife and what better way to use it than to stab the fuck out of someone for pissing him off? in some cases (depending on the severity of the situation), he’ll shank them in a place where he knows it’ll hurt the most and leave them there to suffer so they’ll get the idea that if they fuck with the people he treasures, they have another thing coming.

Nick Valentine:

mix of threatening and just angry.

honestly, nick is very civil about most cases and he won’t get violent unless absolutely necessary. he will definitely be beyond angry and give the person so much fucking shit for their actions. nick almost never yells but in this case, he’d yell so loud, it would fill up the silence of the room. nick also uses a lot of profanities when doing so, unable to maintain his professional attitude and his usual cool. “now what the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” he’d even go as far as shoving them back, keeping a distance between sole and the person who deemed themselves as a threat to her presence. he’d try to minimize the possibility of violence arising, knowing that both him and sole are not as replaceable as they seem. he’d sneer at the person who striked sole, talking in the most irritated tone possible, “if i wasn’t here controlling her anger, you would’ve been dead on the pavement just a few minutes back, pal. consider yourself lucky that you were spared.” regardless if the person continued talking or not, nick would casually take soles hand and pull her away from the scene as he let out a remark loud enough for them to hear; “we don’t have time for the likes of you anyway, so take your trouble elsewhere.” nick has like zero shame when it comes to back talking or insulting someone he’s not fond of, so you best believe he won’t shut up until you both are out of sight.

Preston:

honestly, just angry.

preston will avoid violence at all costs, considering he doesn’t favor the idea and as much as he hates seeing sole get hurt, he doesn’t want to risk starting another issue. sole has a reputation amongst the commonwealth and the last thing he wants is to taint it or fuck it up, so he lets sole decide whether or not violence should be pursued. also considering that she has more than enough on her plate, he doesn’t want to add on to the list of problems she already has. so unless this guy is literally on the verge of gravely injuring his other half, he won’t do much besides step in front of sole to protect her from any further hits. he’d rather take the hits than to let someone as important as her take them firsthand. he wouldn’t forgive himself if such a thing happened. even if sole did most of the work in the end, he’d still send them the dirtiest look he’s ever given anyone and his hand would already be on the trigger of his laser musket, ready to fire at the guy anytime just in case. before officially leaving the person to do their own thing and bidding them goodbye, he’d get a little up close and personal, talking in the most threatening tone possible (even if he’s not the greatest at it); “once you mess with the general, you mess with the minutemen. i’d suggest you choose your battles a little better next time around.”

Sturges:

just angry

we all know by now sturges is a huge pacifist and will refuse to resort to violence unless he has no absolute choice but to do so. sturges is a very kind man and just like deacon, he’s willing to let most cases go but he respects sole too much to let violent situations like this slide. even if he’s very afraid to get into a violent situation head on, he’ll try to keep it as calm as possible, not wanting to escalate the situation more. being the considerate lover he is, he will ask sole to stay back and keep away from the person as much as possible as he tries to handle the situation himself. even if sturges doesn’t show it, he does get very angry in these instances and will not allow it to happen regardless of the reason. he’ll probably talk to the person with a firm tone and an irate expression but do nothing further than that unless the individual wants blood spilled, which in this case, sole is brought back into the situation. knowing sturges, he’d probably tell the person something like, “hey buddy, i really don’t appreciate what ya just did to my girl. ya need to quit it cause it ain’t right.” or, “if we got a problem, you can always just come to me instead of strikin’ that beautiful lady of mine. i’m willin’ to fix it with ya and if not, then i’m willin’ to take the hit.. though i’m sure my girl wouldn’ appreciate such a motive.” he knew she really wouldn’t. sole would shoot them down before he could let out a soft, “told ya so.”

Gage:

the ceo of violent

even if the raider life consists of injuries, blood, dirty work, and violence, he will never allow sole to get hurt under his watch. even if he tells her to toughen up and get used to it, he truly wants to protect her from the world and anything that could run as a potential hazard. that being said, he doesn’t care who the fuck strikes sole- it could be a man, woman, the highest and most royal person in the planet and it’d still have the same result in the end. gage wouldn’t even give them a chance to explain themselves and would simply let out a small, “oh fuck no, you ain’t.” and shoot them down himself before sole could give him an order. he would take the situation into his own hands with or without soles persmission, knowing that they crossed gages line of comfort. if he’s not satisfied with that or feels as if that’s too much of an easy way out, he’ll shoot their leg and come closer to them to step on their chest to block any chance of escaping. “wanna act tough, huh? show me how tough ya are, why dontcha? be my guest and apologize to the overboss. i’ll let her decide if it’s good enough to let ya go.” if sole were to deny every apology, he’d continue to shoot them limb by limb until he decides to put them down completely. now if sole decides their apology is more than enough, he’ll willfully let them go but let her decide their fate on whether they should be put down or not. in the end, if he had his way with that bastard, they wouldn’t be seeing the light for a long while.

#fallout #fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions react #fallout 4 companions #fallout 4 reacts #fallout+4+companions+reaction #fallout fanfiction #fallout reacts #fallout 4 reactions #fallout reactions #fo4 reacts #fo4 #paladin danse #danse #deacon #maccready #robert joseph maccready #john hancock #hancock #sturges #preston garvey #preston #gage #porter gage #angst #react #fluff

[marvelsimp]

The New Kid: Friend or Foe

The New Kid Masterlist

Ch. 5

Genre: Fluff? Pairing: Peter & Lesbian!reader, Avengers & Reader, (eventual Wanda x Reader it’s a slow burn) Warnings: violence(training), blood, stabbed, strong language Description: Y/n is getting used to living in the tower and makes an unlikely friend Reader’s Powers: Healer, telepath, and empath. Word Count: 2278

“You can’t pull your punches, Y/n/n.  In a real fight, you’re gonna have to fight for your life.”

“You know my whole power set is pacifist.”

“That’s why I have to train you,” said the slightly annoyed red-haired woman. “Now get your head in the game and let’s go again.”

You scoffed; you were frustrated that you had to do this.  That you had to learn how to hurt people.  You took a moment to stretch and you both went back into your fighting stances to start again.

You went to punch her face, but she dodged, she then raised her leg and tried to kick but you caught her foot.  She quickly got her foot free before you could do anything with it.  This went on for a while, you both got some good punches and kicks.  You did land on your ass a few times, but you got up each time and went back to it.

“Time out”

Thank god.

Steve walked in. Oh god no. You knew what was coming, you were gonna have to fight Steve.  You very dramatically fell on the floor and spread out. “Come on, Nat. This is creeping up on child abuse,” you laugh.

You earned a chuckle out of both of them.  Steve stood above you and offered you his hand to which you accepted. Nat went onto showing you some simple moves to help you fight someone bigger than you after about an hour you finally got to go and get a shower and really start your day.

The last week and a half passed by quickly.  Peter stayed at the tower for the first few nights but went back home once school started.  But he would come after patrol and he still video called during homework, like usual.  

Most of your time was spent in one of the labs.  You have been helping Tony with one of his suits as a way for him to familiarize you with the machines and programs.  Bruce did less hands-on work he worked on calculations for his own projects and did some work for SHEILD.  You went down to the Med Lab a few times to give Dr. Cho some blood samples or some information about your powers.  She took a small sample of skin, fat, and muscle from your thigh, but it healed within a minute like nothing ever happened.  

You also spent some time in the gym, which you hated but the others made it a little more fun.  You were really only doing it to get ready for training with Nat.  When you first went in you had no clue what you were doing.  Sam, Bucky, and Steve were doing some training exercise when you entered but Sam quickly saw your very clueless face and walked over to help.

“Hey, kid.”

“Hi.”

“I’m assuming you have no clue what you’re doing?  You look as clueless as I would if I went up to the Tech Lab.”

“That obvious?”

He let out a chuckle.  Sam gave you some stretches to warm up and then showed you how to use some of the machines.  He gave you advice on how long to use each machine and told you that if you needed anything just yell.  The rest of your time in the gym you watched the three men do whatever they were doing.  Sam and Bucky’s bickering was very entertaining and so was Steve yelling at them to focus. You were there for around an hour every day until Nat started to train you.  You very quickly learned that you grew muscle faster than the average person and you weren’t sore for very long.  

When you weren’t in the lab or the gym you were probably in your room playing a game or you were talking to Wanda while she was making a meal. “So, are you the assigned cook?” you joked.  You’d only ever seen Wanda prepare meals since you got here.

Wanda just shook her head, “Not really.  I just enjoy it, so I usually am the one to cook.  But Bruce sometimes cooks and so do Steve and Bucky. When I first joined I helped Steve add a bit of flavor to his meals.  Thank god I didn’t live in the 40s.” She laughed a little, you love her laugh and smile, they seem to make the room a little brighter.

You weren’t a cook yourself so you didn’t help too much, but you would talk to her and get her something if she needed it but usually, she’d just use her powers.  

That’s really the only time that you see Wanda, most of her day is spent training.  She’s Strange’s apprentice.  You still haven’t met him, for someone who can make portals you’d think he’d pop in at some point.  You asked Wanda about seeing him, but she told you that you need to be invited or it needs to be something important.  She warned against pissing him off because it takes a while to get back on his good side.  But she told you she’d mention it to him.

You got into a rhythm of training, breakfast, tech lab, lunch, med lab, tech lab, supper, and Video games, the library, or more time in the tech lab.  It was rarely thrown off.  Every few days someone would go out for a mission or return from one.  Nat only missed two training sessions, so Bucky stood in.  You enjoyed training with Nat, but Bucky made sure to put some fun into it.   At first, he seemed so cold but after some warming up, he really was just a big Teddy Bear.  He can still be an ass though.

Your days stayed on this loop for another week until Thor returned with Loki.  No one fully trusted Loki so Stark ended up putting a tracker on him that Wanda enchanted so that Loki couldn’t remove or deactivate it… he was not impressed.  Well, he was, just not pleased.

“You must be Lady Y/n,” Loki smirked.

Thor whacked the back of Loki’s head. “Be good,” he whispered.

Loki just let out a mischievous laugh, “Don’t worry brother.”  Loki turned back to you, “So you’re the one who discovered me? I wouldn’t expect a mere mortal would be able to find me out... not even THE Scarlet Witch did.”

“You’re impressed?” you scoffed. “Or maybe a little jealous.” You knew that he’s the god of mischief and you aren’t gonna deal with any of his shit, you’ve got enough going on.

“No,” he defended, “Just interested.”

“I’m a telepath and empath,” you explained, “and a healer.”

“Oh! So, you cheated!”

“What do you mean cheat? Your thoughts were so loud you were giving me a headache!”

“I will get my revenge.”

He’s going to so annoying, isn’t he?

Loki was surprisingly quiet over the next week until you went to the tower’s library.  

The library itself is a whole floor, it has a copy of every book you could think of.  It even has a librarian who is almost constantly putting up new releases.  It’s a bookworm’s dream.  

You wanted to find a physics book or two and you weren’t against finding a new queer fantasy book.  You returned your books and asked Mx. Anderson where you could find what you were looking for and they quickly gave you directions and suggestions.

You found and picked out a few physics books and then made your way to the young adult section. The queer books have a rainbow sticker on the spine.  You picked out a few then headed to leave, you walked into the “classics” section and there was Loki on a couch reading with a pile of books next to him.

“Hey,” you smiled.

“Hello,” said the Asgardian who didn’t even look up from his book.

You bent down a little to sew the cover of the surprisingly thin book. “Oh, you’re reading Shakespeare!” He was reading Hamlet.  “My favorite is Romeo and Juliet. Have you read it yet?” He finally looked up from his book.  “No,” he seemed a little confused, “But I did read a few others of his work and I think that is in my stack.” He turned to find it. “It has such odd language compared to the rest of you.”

“They were written like four hundred years ago,” you explained, sitting next to him.

“Ah, language does change quite quickly.”

You nodded in agreement.

“What are you reading?” he said pointing at your stack of books.

“Oh, uh um. These big books are physics books, and these smaller ones are fantasy romance.”

“Hmm, you don’t seem to be one who reads romance.”

“Well, I’m really more into it for the fantasy elements but I do enjoy a good romance.”

He gave you a smirk,” Besides Romeo and Juliet and any of Shakespeare’s works. Do you have any recommendations for me?”

You went on to recommend some classics and some more recent books.  He listened to every word and asked a few questions.  You didn’t stay long; you were tired and just wanted to dive into one of your books.  You would usually be in the lab at this time, but it was nice to have a few hours to yourself before dinner.  

“Knock, knock,” said a voice at your door.

“Hm?” you looked up. “Peter!” you set down your book and ran to him for a hug.  It had been a while since Peter had come to the tower.  He hadn’t even been introduced to Loki, formally that is.  ‘How’s my favorite bug!”

Peter let out a laugh, “Good! You’re acting like we don’t talk every day.”

“Video calls and in-person are completely different things! Anyways what are you doing here?”

“It’s Thursday aka movie night.”

“Oh, yeah!”

You and Peter walked out of your room and went to the common space to eat dinner.

“Lady Y/n,” said a booming voice.

“Yes, Thor!”

“Would you and the Man of Spiders like to sit next to me and my brother?”

“Yes, we’d love that,” you laughed.

“So, you’re telling me that you’ve never had ice cream!” you practically yelled at Loki.

Everyone was surprised with how comfortable you and the trickster were with each other, especially Peter.  

“What’s with you and him?” Peter whispered.

“We bonded over books,” you whispered back. “Your girlfriend would like him.”

Peter smiled, he’s pleased that you’re getting along with everyone and most of all that you’re happy.  

The rest of the night was nice, it was just like the last two movie nights.  Dinner, talking, movie, and then Peter had to leave to finish his homework or go on patrol.  

The next week was just like you had gotten there but Loki had decided that it was a perfect time to really embrace his title.  He started to pull little pranks, nothing too bad or really anything that went beyond a little annoyance.  Or at least he didn’t until today.  

It was Saturday so you slept in because you thankfully did not have to go to training.  You were about to leave when you noticed a box on your desk.  It was about the size of a backpack.  So, you decided to open it and when you looked inside there was a black cat with emerald eyes.  Who got you a cat? You like cats and like…thanks?  But still, who would get you a cat out of nowhere? You picked up the cat and as soon as you did it started to transform, and you felt a sharp pain in your side.  The cat continued to transform into of course… Loki.  The raven hair man quickly sprinted out of your room to the common area.

You looked down and there was a fucking kitchen knife in your side.

“You bitch! I like this shirt!” you yelled while running out of your room.

When you entered the common room, Loki was nowhere to be seen.  But Nat, Bucky, and Steve were there.  “Where did he go?”

“Who?” Nat turned around and saw the knife in your side.  Her eyes widened, then she looked fucking pissed.  “What the fuck! Are you okay?”  The men's emotions followed the same track.

“Oh yeah,” you said nonchalantly.  You pulled the bloody knife out of your side.  Some blood soaked into your shirt’s fabric, but you weren’t worried.  But you do like this shirt… that bitch is gonna pay.

“Do you want me to kill him?” said the brunette man bluntly.

“Don’t worry, I got this.” You rushed into the elevator and told Friday to take you to Loki.

The elevator lowered to the Library. Of course.

“Sorry, Mx. Anderson!” you yelled while running by their desk. “There will be yelling and possibly blood shed!”  You already know where he is.  He’s in the classics.  

There he was sitting on the couch, nonchalantly reading the Iliad.

“You’re a fucking bitch you know?  I really like this shirt!” you waved the knife in your hand around.

“Oh please.  You’re a healer, you’ll be fine.”

You crossed your arms, “LOKI. My fucking shirt.”

He raised his arms in defense. “It just a blood and a slight rip.”

You walked up to Loki and took off your shirt, thankfully you were wearing an undershirt that you didn’t care about.  You handed the shirt to him.  “Fix it then.”

He accepted the shirt and scoffed. “Fine.” He waved his hand over the shirt and it was now good as new.

“See, that was easy.” You grabbed the shirt and started to walk away.  “And don’t stab me again! I think two assassins would very happily kill you!”

NEXT CHAPTER 

Ice Cream or Blood

#The Avengers #avengers #loki #avengers x reader #reader-insert #x reader #lesbian reader #avengers x platonic!reader #peter parker #peter parker x platonic!reader

[undertalethingies]

Judge and Jury

Set after a pacifist neutral ending. (Only Asgore is dead)

Not long after the queen returned, she called a meeting of all Asgore’s old employees. It made sense to, right? Gotta figure out who’s assigned to do what and who’s got tasks they weren’t supposed to chat about and all that jazz.

Sans very nearly didn’t come. But Tori knew he worked as a sentry, so if he didn’t show, she’d notice, and he really didn’t want them finally actually meeting to be marred by her disappointment at his work ethic.

...Or that was what he’d tell other people, if they asked. Truth was, Sans’ sense of duty ran a lot deeper than he let most people pick up on. He’d always cared deeply about the kingdom and the people in it. It was why he’d been chosen as Judge, actually. Because he had both the compassion to choose mercy when it was right and the resolve to fight when necessary.

He still didn’t know whether he’d made the right decision with the human, even though he knew both Asgore and Toriel would approve, if he explained.

Not that he could explain anything to Asgore, now. 

...Dammit, he missed the big guy. And the human would still have kept going even if Sans had fought them, sure. They had too much DT to do otherwise, but it didn’t stop him from feeling like even more of a useless shit than usual.

Anyway, the meeting. He went.

Looking around, he could see that not everyone had. Two of the Hotland guards had skipped, along with the Temmies. The latter might be for the best, in all honesty. Even Sans, who was probably the most informed monster in the Underground even before Asgore kicked it, had never been made aware what exactly the Tems did. The few cryptic hints they’d given him over the years had only made him want to know less.

The attendees included all of the Snowdin Guard (including him and Papyrus, the sentries), Undyne, two guards from hotland who he didn’t know all that well, Alphys, and a couple monsters from New home who served in administrative capacities.

Toriel made a speech about how, while she would be dismantling the Royal Guard, she had plans to keep many of them on the payroll as a police force, which shouldn’t be too big a change from their previous duties. (While the Royal Guard ostensibly existed to capture humans, they fell far too rarely for an entire force dedicated solely to capturing them to make sense, so they also acted as a disciplinary force)

Sans made plans to talk with Undyne about letting Papyrus into the new force, since he doubted she’d realize that this removed any reason to keep him off. (Papyrus was pretty much the ideal cop, in Sans’ opinion. Hard to be a criminal when he was so freakin’ nice)

Undyne would be remaining the Captain, apparently. Despite her actions in attempting to capture the human, she’d been acting for the good of her people, and so long as she didn’t let “the ends justify the means” act as an excuse for cruelty again, Tori had no issue with her.

Or that’s what she said, at least. Sans suspected that it was more because Tori didn’t know anyone well enough to appoint a captain who’d be better than Undyne, so she just didn’t bother.

Then she went through the administrators, having them explain their roles and their duties. She didn’t immediately change much there, probably wanting to get a feel for how the kingdom had changed in her absence first, which seemed reasonable.

She had a brief discussion with Alphys as well, and he got the sense that there was definitely more of that to come later. Toriel seemed like the type to expect regular reports from her Royal Scientist, and Sans wondered how long she’d be able to keep the DT experiments a secret with actual oversight.

Then came the part he’d been dreading, where Toriel turned to him.

“Forgive me, old friend, but I do not actually know all of the jobs you worked for Asgore?” There was nothing but polite curiosity in her tone, and he knew she probably wasn’t expecting him to say much more than “sentry”. He’d hinted a few times that his real role is a bit more than that, which was probably the only reason she was asking at all, but he knew she’d probably never guess his real role in her wildest dreams.

“eh, fair. i kinda do a lot,” he was being deliberately vague, unable to resist delaying this revelation for just a few extra moments. Alphys met his gaze, and he could tell she understood.

“Yes, but what, precisely?” Toriel asked, getting that glint in her eye he recognized from every parent he’d ever spoken to. Say what you will about people with kids, but they knew when you dodged a question. 

“well, i’m a sentry in snowdin, waterfall, and hotland,” He was, indeed, a sentry in all of those places. It wasn’t like he was lying, just… omitting a detail. Next to him, Papyrus narrowed his eyes slightly, because Papyrus could smell Sans fudging the truth from miles away at this point. He didn’t say anything, though, since he knew it was rude to talk out of turn in a meeting like this. (Sans had briefed him, beforehand, on the social niceties that would be involved)

Toriel just looked mildly startled, presumably thinking of the commute between regions, since he’d never really talked to her about his shortcuts. (He’d never really talked to anyone about his shortcuts, just used them and let them draw their own conclusions)

“You manned three stations? That seems like quite a lot,” Heh, she had no idea. 

“eh, i manage,” He could see from Tori’s face that she doubted that, but she was polite and didn't say so. 

“S-Sans,” Oh, great. Alphys was glaring at him the way she did when he was being an idiot, and he supposed that he kinda deserved it. No way Tori wasn’t gonna ask who the Judge was at some point, y’know? It wasn’t really a role the kingdom could do without.

“I-if. If you d-don’t tell her, she’ll, she’ll find it in the r-records and then it’ll b-be awkward,” Sans looked to the side.

“i mean, bold of you to assume i wouldn’t just doctor ‘em if i wanted it to be a secret,” Several people in the room looked mildly alarmed, and he wasn’t sure why. He was only implying he had the means to easily edit some of the most highly secured documents in the kingdom, after all. Lol. 

“Sans,” Alphys hissed. He knew she was being serious because she didn’t stutter on his name at all, and she only tended to forget to when she was totally pissed. Apparently this actually mattered to her, then. Or maybe she just didn’t want him to get caught in a lie the way she had been, which was a nice sentiment, if misplaced.

“yeah, ok. so i’m not just a sentry,” He admitted. Toriel’s eyebrows drew together into a slightly concerned expression.

“Sans, exactly how many jobs do you work?”

“well, if the sentries are all separate, that’s three. then there’s the semi illegal hotdog stand, but i do that at the hotland station, so i’m not really sure if it counts as its own thing. i also do comedy gigs at mettaton’s hotel sometimes, and then there’s, uh, the one alph was talking about,” His expression slid into something vaguely sheepish and he rubbed at the back of his skull with a gloved hand. He really didn’t want to talk about this, necessary as it may be.

“And what job would that be, Sans?” Toriel asked politely. She was being nice about it, but he could tell she was getting a bit annoyed at his evasion.

Sans placed his hands in his lap, looking her straight in the eye with a serious expression. He kept his tone serious, too, so she’d know he was telling the truth.

“I’m the Judge.” He ended his sentence with a period, even though he knew it wasn’t strictly proper. He’d always liked the finalty a period conveys.

Toriel’s eyes widened, along with Undyne’s. Sans had been pretty surprised when Asgore had said he didn’t want to disclose Sans’ identity to the Captain, but the late King had explained that, while he trusted her unconditionally, he knew Sans wanted to keep his role on the downlow, and Undyne wasn’t exactly chosen for her skills at subtlety.

Sans didn’t see even a speck of surprise in his brother’s expression, which filled him with pride. He’d never outright told Pap about his job, but he’d always been more perceptive than he let on, and Sans had been pretty sure he’d known. This basically confirmed it.

“You never mentioned that,” Says Tori, looking like she felt a bit betrayed but was trying to hide it.

“nothing personal, tor. i just, uh, strongly dislike talking about it,” Sans said, attempting to reassure her. It was the truth. Sans had always loathed people who used high status positions like Judge to get extra privileges or whatever, and he disliked the fear the Judge was regarded with even more. (He’d known the old Judge, and he’d seen the way the guy got treated by those around him. It wasn’t anything he wanted for himself)

Toriel looked mollified by his admission, meanwhile Undyne was still gaping like a fish because she knew both his stats and the things he’d done during his tenure as Judge, and was probably having difficulty reconciling the two seemingly conflicting accounts in her mind.

“I see. Well, we will certainly need to discuss this later, but perhaps it might be better to do so in private,” Wonderful. At least then he’d only be revealing the extremely personal information that had to do with his job to one person, rather than literally everyone employed by Asgore.

On that note, he was pretty sure that the news of him being the Judge would be all over the underground within hours of this meeting’s conclusion, so that was fun.

Man could he not wait for the reset.

#undertale #undertale fanfic #undertale fanfiction #this is probably the most words i've ever typed in one sitting #i don't know how to write satisfying ending so i just don't write an ending at all #sans #toriel #alphys #undyne #vague angst is my jam #along with communication #i'm probably not going to follow this up #obligatory 'people find out sans is the judge' fic #i'm also working on the obligatory 'genocide run judgement hall' fic so look forward to that i guess #and i have a rant i need to edit #because i haven't been finishing anything lately at all #judge and jury

[lloftvlly]

MysMe Characters in a Zombie Apocalypse Headcanons

Here I go again. I like zombie moves/shows and mysme so I figured I wanna combine them. 

All the headcanons under the cut because this became long! 

Yoosung

Scared boy ™

Yet shows strength when he has to protect you

Cries as he runs away from zombies

Also cries and/or gags when he sees the gory stuff

Builds contraptions to keep zombies out of your camp / hide-out

Which never rly work... but it’s the thought that counts

Always compares every situation to video games he played 

And can sometimes even come up with useful plans due to his experience with post apocalypse setting video games

But whines a lot about how “this is way harder than it looked like in xx game”

Ready to die for you and thus ends up doing unnecessary dangerous stuff, so the group has to often stop him to do the dumb thing.

“I’m not a child anymore I WANT to protect MC TOO!”

Weapon of choice: a sword like his favorite video game character even if he’s clumsy in using it. So he ends up reaching for a simple gun when he finds himself in a dire situation. 

Knows recipes of post apocalypse type foods and cooks for the group.

If you’re bitten by a zombie he falls into complete denial and firmly believes you won’t turn because he can’t accept you leaving him like that. 

Jaehee

You didn’t expect it but she suddenly turns into a very capable apocalypse warrior

When she doesn’t kick ass, she researches about the outbreak and comes up with theories to potentially one day find a cure

Keeps the group organized even in chaotic times

Always able to come up with plans when the group finds itself in dangerous situations

Call herself your sidekick but it feels more like you’re her sidekick

Doesn’t trust any new people at all, if someone wants to join your group they have to get through Jaehee first (and most times don’t manage to do that.) 

Scavengers from outside groups always underestimate her and then end up getting their ass kicked. 

Keeps an organized list of how many zombies and how many people (in self defense) she has killed. She feels guilty for the people side of the list, even if it was in self defense every time. 

Makes you feel the most safe when you are on errand runs together.

She sees and hears EVERYTHING so no zombies or people can approach you unnoticed. She’s just always really alert.

Weapon of choice: her own martial arts skills and if necessary uses a machete to assist her.

Always tired, yet always on top of her game when the situation requires it. 

If you’re bitten she wants to make the last moments for you as comfortable as humanly possible, while she closely stays by your side. She’ll act tough to not show her own pain and will not show you her tears because she wants you to see her strong in your last moments to make you feel at peace with leaving her behind. 

Jumin

Leader of the group even though he never signed up for this

The group just suddenly decided he would be the most level headed for that position and for Jumin it would be too much trouble to decline

Negotiates with other groups you meet on the road and often gets some good trades for supplies done

Surprisingly is a good fighter when he has to put down a zombie or two

Really knows how to shoot a gun and land a head shot after the other for some reason ( he probably had private shooting classes before the apocalypse for fun) 

Sighs yet composed when blood gets on his fresh white shirt

Where does he get all these clean white shirts from? 

Way too clean for someone who lives in a world that ended.

If he has to kill other people who seem to be a danger to your group he will do so without hesitation and zero regret, they had it coming. 

Weapon of choice: a simple yet powerful handgun

Sometimes makes questionable choices and tries to control the group too much to keep track of everyone. 

He means it well for everyone’s safety but it can be too much.

But when you tell him he does things wrong he gets soft and is willing to listen to you when you advice him on doing things differently.

This is making you somewhat of the right hand of the leader. 

If you’re bitten he gets too emotional about it to asses the situation and you end up being the one comforting him because he loses his fucking mind. 

Zen

Looks bomb even after 5 days on the road without a shower

Still somehow manages to hold a somewhat proper meal plan

And gets enough sleep cos “his skin needs it”

Protects you always! And never lets you out of sight if he can avoid it.

Gets way too comfortable with shady strangers you meet on the road

But if someone of these strangers becomes a danger to you, doesn’t think twice before cutting their throat

On supply runs he brings back shampoo, beer and magazines instead of things like canned food and water

He avoids fighting whenever he can to keep his hands clean, but if he has to do it, he’s very capable and smooth

Weapon of choice: a katana 

Looks like a beautiful warrior when he fights

His long hair gets in the way sometimes and can cause zombies grabbing at it but he WON’T cut it EVER. Sacrifices are to be made in the name of beauty. 

The members of your group all somehow rely on Zen for emotional support in rough times because he knows just the things to say to make everyone feel better and never stops being positive even after the world was literally ending.  

Nothing seen of this positivity however, when it’s about Jumin. 

Yes, he is not okay with Jumin being the leader but also doesn’t do anything about it, even if it causes him to nag sometimes.

If you’re bitten he will blame himself forever for not protecting you better and go on a rampage to kill every zombie within a 10 mile radius to let out his frustration. One of them hurt you, so all of them must die. 

Seven

Runner of the group, meaning he does most of the supply runs, goes out to clear roads and check locations and safety thereof 

Somehow became always that guy of the group everyone looks at when they discuss about needing a member to do something that’s ridiculously reckless. Because “its Seven, he’ll manage.”

And will do everything the group asks from him, because what does he have to lose?

Most reckless of the bunch but also luckiest of the bunch, always gets away completely unharmed no matter what dumb risky thing he does. 

Still you worry about him a lot for his lack of self-preservation, but don’t tell him you do or he’ll get mad at you. 

Boy knows all the little secret pathways, hideouts and escape routes.

Also comes up with clever inventions he can make out of random junk he finds. It really helps out the group

Zombie puns all day everyday “ Zombodie had to do it.”  “That’s a no-brainer” “You undead all your good work” “Don’t outbreak my heart.” 

Tries to avoid killing or fighting off zombies to save his energy for other things. He’s more into being stealthy when he has to get shit done. 

But when he has to, he will be pretty good in getting rid of a handful zombies.. :

Weapon of choice: a wooden baseball bat with nails sticking out of it.

He likes it, it makes him look badass

Tries hard to avoid getting emotionally attached to you or anyone in the group because you all could die at any moment and there’s no point.

But slips into caring too much about you and the group anyway 

If you’re bitten he will have an emotional break first but then quickly start to think of ways to save you, no matter how. And if he has to chop off the infected body part to see if it works he will do so. 

Saeran [ Unknown ]

Not part of your group but always knows where you all are and what you are doing.

Instead belongs to this other surviving group that ordered him to keep an eye on yours.

Comes out of nowhere when you’re in a situation where you can’t defend yourself from a group of zombies to save your ass.

But will be gone again before you can even thank him. He only did it because he needs you alive anyway.

At least that’s what he tells himself. Although he starts caring for you for some reason. 

And really wants to bring you back to join his own group instead of sticking with the RFA.

You get very interested in this masked stranger but your questions remain unanswered because he keeps his distance to continue to watch from afar. 

Casually uses zombie blood, skin and guts to camouflage himself when he has to walk through herds of them. 

He is a skilled assassin who was trained to get the job done.

Weapon of choice: a simple hand knife in close range and a full-on automatic rifle for when it’s about killing many zombies at once.

Will use either of the weapons not only on zombies but on other humans, with the same lack of hesitation, if they piss him off.

Biggest kill count of them all. 

If you’re bitten he won’t even think twice before grabbing a sharp tool to chop off your infected body part if it’s in a location that can be removed. If it’s not he might wait for you to turn and keep you as a zombie pet. 

V

The original leader of the group who mysteriously vanished about 10 days into the outbreak.

It’s because he’s been infiltrating the other mysterious group to gain information on them just to find out his ex is the leader of this other group.

Thus is stuck between two groups and because of that became a solo-surviver without really a group to belong to.

Elegant fighter. Will knock down 5 zombies gracefully without a single drop of sweat.

Sometimes picks up helpless stranded survivors on the streets and allows them to travel with him and protect them until he finds them a save community to join.

Weapon of choice: a makeshift wooden spear with a blunt end for humans and a pointy end for zombies.

Pacifist who will never kill another human, even if they tried to kill him first.

But never hesitates even a second before killing a zombie.

Probably saved your ass from the distance a few times without you knowing.

Leaves water and food on your hideout doorstep in secret when he knows your group is low on supplies because he never stops taking care of all of you from the shadows. 

If you’re bitten he will be by your side and do everything in his power to make your last moments comfortable. Unable to end your pain while you’re still alive and yourself, he will wait for you to turn before he can eventually kill you. 

Rika

Leader of this other group and still goes by the name savior.

Her group has a questionable pyramid scheme: They are basically a apocalyptic cult who believes that this end of the world is a sign for them to build their new society.

Somehow mastered to build the most powerful survival group in a safe locations with strong walls.

Is interested to bring in people of your group if they are useful to her.

Especially interested in Seven, since he got the brains she could need to further build up her own little society behind her walls.

And will sacrifice everything for her cause, especially the lives of people working for her.

Uses force to make people stay and work for her. Will kill her own “believers” and turn them into zombies if they astray from the beliefs she forced onto them, then have them in cages within their walls to show them off to the other members her community as an example of what happens when you go against the grain. 

Especially uses Saeran as her most active tool in whatever mission she plans.  

Weapon of choice: Her charm and manipulation tactics.  

Legit thinks life after the outbreak is better than before and the apocalypse is somehow a gateway to paradise. 

If you get bitten she locks you up to see the process of a human turning as a sort of experiment. 

#mysme #mystic messenger #jumin han #saeyoung choi #saeran choi #jaehee kang #v #yoosung kim #i just found this in my drafts #i wrote this like a year ago and never posted it uhm #this is heavily inspired by twd #idk is this on bad taste to post about apocalypses now wth everything... e-e #headcanon #i kinda wanna get back into just writing stupid headcanons again #hc

[prorevenge]

Hurt my friend? I'll force you to drop out of college

So in my first year of university, I lived in a flat with five other girls. Next-door to our flat was a studio flat, where one girl lived alone. During the first week, she joined our flat for a party, and became friends with all six of us. Let's call her Mary. Mary had been long-term dating a boy who lived in another county in an open relationship. She was very fun to be around, and we all got on really well.

Time goes by and she visits us regularly for company. Through this she ends up meeting most of my friends, including my best friend, who we'll call Sarah (as she has a part to play in this story). Mary opens up about her shitty family, and how her parents never taught her to cook anything -- so me being me, I offer for her to come round one night and I'll teach her how to cook her first meal. We agree on a simple stir fry to start us off, and I bought the ingredients. On the night, she tells me about her relationship; and how she's looking to experiment with specifically women (and how her bf had given her permission); and how she found asian people particularly attractive. She was well aware that me and my friend group are mostly LGBT girls, and I'm pretty clearly asian. I'm a kind of stereo-typically attractive woman; and have experienced similar uncomfortable situations with men many times... so without her directly asking in the first place, I made it clear I wasn't into doing that and she happily told me that was totally okay.

She tells me about her passion for becoming a nurse, and more about her bf; and how she gets a little jealous sometimes, causing her to look through his phone often when they're together. That struck me as really unhealthy, so I told her it was. She found it weird I thought it was a bad thing to do. That should have been a huge red flag for me there and then, but I'm a big idiot who always tries to see the best in people. I tell her to maybe stop that habit and just trust him (as the way she talked about it made her sound like she was an r/ nicegirl who somehow scored with some poor pushover of a dude and it worried me a bit).

As the night goes on, my flatmates all arrive and hang out. When everyone was there, Mary let as know that our front door closes really loud when we leave it to shut automatically, and directly through the wall was her bed. It wakes her up often, so we should always slowly, manually close the door ourselves so as not to wake her up ever (she gets very tired as she's doing a nursing degree with crazy hours). We all agree to do this for her because it's not much effort for us, and the night ends.

Fast forward a few months and I need to find a place to live in my second year of university. I go looking for houses with Mary, as Sarah was staying in the same place for the next year and all my current flatmates had already arranged stuff (I had left it late like a fool). A lot of my friends had spare places in flats, but like Mary I was going to try to rent in a house, so we go to visit a 2-person small house on the nice side of town with her parents. It's lovely, I can *just* afford it and everything's fine except Mary keeps getting angry with her parents for what looked like no good reason. I would understand some hostility if you grew up with such a bad family, but she was actively berating and shouting at her parents in front of the estate agent. I don't know why I overlooked it... probably because my own family wasn't great and I still thought that much negativity was okay? Fuck, I dunno.

The estate agents' office we went to seemed a little dodgy, which made me feel uneasy. Mary desperately wanted a place to live though as she had nobody else to go with (in hindsight I freaking wonder why); and she pressured me very hard to sign. So I reluctantly do the tenancy agreement, and we're set to move in next year, no backing out now, deposit laid, all that. I'm a little nervous, but I'm convinced Mary has some good in her heart and that she can learn to be a better person while we live together with my love and encouragement. She likes my company because I'm always trying to put a smile on her face even when she's down, and I'm hoping she'll learn she can be happy when she's with the right people for her.

She tells me that she doesn't let her boyfriend interact with other girls, and she doesn't let me see him when he visits. She outright asks me to try sexual stuff with her a few times over the months, using her depression as a pity card. I say no each time, and worry starts to grow inside me about how I was going to have to move in with this person... I felt grateful our bedroom doors would have locks on them.

My flatmates started getting uncomfortable around her. They were all straight, and her lowkey sexual behaviour towards them made them ask me if that was okay; and made me irritated that she was reinforcing that whole gay-predator stereotype on them. We were her only friends though, so I told everyone to just try and help her learn to be better, as long as they were okay and comfortable with that. My kind flatmates all did just that, bless them! The fact Mary was getting good influences from these people boosted my assurance that she'd break out of her toxic attitude just like how I and so many other people did as teens.

One night, I get a message from Mary. She says she's feeling incredibly depressed, and asks if she could come over for company. It was late as hell, so I just left it on unread and went back to trying to sleep. About half an hour later, I hear scuffling coming from the other side of the wall, where Mary's apartment is; something very unusual. I felt bad for ignoring her message, but I was tired and couldn't bear any of her burdens tonight, so I let it go and went to sleep. We were meeting the next day anyway to discuss our housing situation for next year over a cup of tea.

The following morning, I wake up to see a BILLION messages from Sarah. Apparently, Mary called Sarah over since Mary was feeling depressed and needed company. Sarah is a strong and tough person, but our first year of university was a stressful time for her and her head was a bit of a mess, and she was uncomfortable in her own body. Even though it was late, she went over to Mary's place, where it was weirdly boiling hot (Mary cranked up the central heating no doubt). This meant Sarah had to strip down to just her tank top... and I won't spare you the details, but Mary peer-pressured Sarah into getting into Mary's double bed together in a "girly sleepover" type way, and then did something very illegal. Sarah didn't know what to do, and was too scared to leave afterwards. She had a horrible, horrible night; and sneaked out once Mary was asleep.

I'm a passionate person, I'd say, but I'm not generally angry. I learned that when you look like me, nobody takes you seriously when you get angry. However, I was shamelessly pissed off. Mary was being a pretty bad friend recently, and that final act of shittiness set me COMPLETELY over the edge and then some.

Despite that, Sarah took priority. I messaged the flat group chat with a "block Mary on social media, I'll explain when I get back," while Sarah and I went to the student support office and explained everything. She was traumatised as hell, and seeing strong Sarah completely break down over something Mary had done made me absolutely fucking livid. I felt this crazy mix of sadness, pity, and pure rage; seeing my sweet best friend in such a state. She did nothing wrong and had been going through some tough times - it was the last thing on earth she needed. She didn't want to press charges as her family had no money, there was nothing she could do.

I needed to get out of the tenancy agreement for next year. I was absolutely kicking myself for signing it in the first place. I went into that estate agents' office with little-to-no plan, other than "get out in any way possible, even if it means flirting your way through." It wasn't pretty and I felt awful, but somehow, I managed. I was free from living with her at the expense of my day and dignity, which made me even more pissed off.

The arranged time of our meeting at her apartment was approaching. I was well-aware of how I'd just absolutely fucked her over for next year by backing out of that tenancy agreement. I was fine though, I had several offers from friends in apartments to come live with them, so I just had to say goodbye to the idea of living in a house. Outside the corner where her and my front doors to our apartments are, I send a message to my flat's chat saying I won't be long and I'm almost home. I knock on Mary's door, and she lets me in. The sight of her face makes me want to spontaneously combust right there, but for the sake of my pacifist lifestyle, I hold it together. Inside her flat, I calmly tell her that because of what she did I would not be moving in with her next year, and the tenancy agreement was terminated.

She EXPLODES at me, and outright denies everything. That made my blood boil; I trust Sarah with my life and the experience of her relieving all that nasty crap was fucking harrowing. All I had done was make Mary food and talk about life with her and try to help her be better and thought she was making progress, but she was going MENTAL at ME after SHE had done one of the worst things you can do, saying personal things like "Are you fucking kidding me?! You ended it with ME because of what some OTHER person said, without talking to ME about it!?? What does that say about YOU?! What kind of person does that make YOU? How selfish do you have to be?!" And then some more personal stuff about how I'm a failure as a student and my choice in academia would lead me nowhere and how I look ugly, stuff that would really hurt your self esteem if you're not ridiculously self-assured like I am. It pissed me off even more that she would try to hurt me into thinking I was wrong, though. Some lovely toxic manipulation right there.

So for the first time since I was a kid, I lost it at someone. I let loose on all the things I disliked about her; yelled back that she was a terrible person for what she did to her boyfriend, for not seeing anything wrong with what she did to Sarah, for being manipulative as hell, and she was lucky the police weren't up her ass right now. I told her to fuck off, that she wasn't getting anything from me or my flat any more, that she was never going to be a nurse with a personality like that; and then, on a really awful personal note... that she was crazy for doing something so fucking awful just because she wasn't hot enough to score with me or Sarah.

I saw her expression twist, and it was the ugliest I'd ever seen anyone look. She reached an ultrasonic pitch screeching stuff at me, but I just stormed out her flat while she was still talking.

Back in my flat, I see 4/5 flatmates at the kitchen table with cups of tea, waiting for me. They asked me how it went... and I told them we were ignoring Mary from now on, because if any of them wanted to talk to her, I'd want to cut them out of my life as well. The sighs of relief from the table filled me with sweet validation. Then, the last flatmate loudly arrives through the front door. Mary is crying and wailing behind her at the other side of the doorway. We watch flatmate 6 pose dramatically as the huge, heavy door swings shut behind her with a massive SLAM. The racket Mary makes becomes quiet and muffled. Flatmate smiles at us, and we all cheer and yell and hug together.

After that, we didn't bother gently closing the door for her, and since we knew her timetable, scheduled parties for her prime sleeping time; where lots of people would be loudly storming in and out the flat and music would be blasting. I don't even like parties, lmao.

Because she did that, Mary now has no friends, no sleep, and no accommodation for the upcoming year. We told her boyfriend what she had done via facebook, so no boyfriend too.

Her academic life was effectively ruined from then on. The lack of sleep meant her grades and attendance plummeted. Her personal life was completely dead all of a sudden. We didn't care, and kept doing whatever we wanted with no consideration for her life. She dropped out of university before the semester ended, and I haven't heard from her since.

I just finished my dissertation in some macroevolutionary morphological analysis, and my side-hobby as an illustrator on the internet is doing so well now (this is a side-acc so you'll never know who I am :P) that I don't need a job any more to pay for everything while I'm studying. Sarah fell in love with a beautiful girl and they've been dating for over a year now, she's doing amazing and has already been accepted into postgraduate study with near-perfect grades.

(source) story by (/u/mifukichan)

#prorevenge #by /u/mifukichan #pro revenge #revenge stories #pro revenge stories #pro #revenge #last10

[makorays]

A List of Short Bios for a Bunch of OCs so People Actually Know What I’m Talking About Whenever I Mention Them on Streams or Whatever

These are all from the Savage Worlds tabletop campaign known as The Initiative that my friends and I play. It is a modern day sci-fi story involving aliens and cosmic horror cults. The basic premise is that some very important Scellor tech was stolen and found its way to Earth, and the Scellor government contacted Earth’s government to warn them they will have to wipe out their planet if the tech isn’t recovered in time. Thus an initiative was formed consisting of renowned Earth military figures as well as Scellor volunteers to try and locate it.

The Scellor are a race of aliens originally created by a man by the name of Jukashi for tgchan. Joe discovered them and decided to write a tabletop story in that universe. He may have taken a couple artistic liberties here and there for the sake of better fitting things into his own story. Scellor are green psychic aliens with a whole bunch of neat traits I won’t go into but you can read about them here if you want: https://questden.org/wiki/Scellor

Onto the actual bios:

Sofie Edelstein

The commander of The Initiative. Over a century ago, her father revealed to her and her two sisters (Teri and Tara) that he was the head of an “angel”-worshipping cult known as Erleuchten. When Teri and Tara showed hesitance in joining it, her father killed them. Sofie joined, but plotted to sabotage the cult from the inside. Some time later she became a preserved brain, got digitized, and obtained a robotic body. Now she’s a 6′ tall 400 pound robot with advanced combat capabilities. She created a series of androids with artificial intelligence based after her late sister Tara, but none have gained sentience. Was the leader of Poland’s military as a day job. She was working for The Initiative from the inside as an Erleuchten leader, but got found out and now lives with us. She’s done a hell of a lot of sleeping around through all her years, but eventually decided to get into a long-term relationship when she met Stan.

Minyaxl

My OC. Minyaxl is a Scellor combat medic with renowned psionic healing abilities who decided to volunteer and help out the humans, partially out of kindness and partially to have a chance to demonstrate his abilities to a less advanced race. He started out as this 5′0″ little bitch who was super full of himself but his confidence has been beaten into the dirt on numerous occasions; most notably when he realized that humans, unlike Scellor, do not reincarnate after death, meaning he’s been sentencing people to oblivion during every combat mission. He’s since become desperately obsessed with saving as many lives of sentient, non-reincarnating beings like humans as possible, even if it means jeopardizing operations. He routinely finds himself at odds with his squadmates, particularly Valerie, due to their perceived lack of interest in non-lethal solutions to problems. He is the closest Scellor can get to typical human romance with Thael.

Katherine Dawson

Cey’s OC. Katie is a combat medic who was taken as a POW by a terrorist group and later forcibly enlisted into The Initiative for her abilities. She’s sort of the mom of the group. Everyone else in arbiter squad has some form of extra-ness to them and she’s the straight-woman who holds them together. She has a knack for bossing around idiots due to her upbringing with rambunctious siblings in a Japanese-American household. Dual wields pistols and does not take shit from people. Is girlfriends with Teri.

Johannes B. Otto

Kyle’s OC. It's sometimes easy to mistake Johannes for a confused German tourist. During quiet hours, he spends his time complaining about No Smoking signs and combining multiple quarter-pound patties into single full-pound burgers. But get in his way and you'll find that he's less "tired, goofy dad" and more "towering, ruthless brute". Withhold information during an interrogation, and he'll start calmly searching for a pair of pliers. Try to hurt him or his squadmates, and he'll shut you in a storage locker with a live grenade and then feel zero remorse for the gory soup that spills out (a tactic that has since been affectionately referred to as the "Deutsche Oven"). It should also be noted that Johannes is not a patient man. If we’re ever at a standstill with deciding how to proceed, he’ll start jumping a fence to go beat the shit out of a guard before taking all his clothes and spanking him until his ass is red.

Valerie Mimieux

Ragu’s OC. Valerie is a woman of class. She’s a French spy who likes expensive things and is passionate about cooking. She has a habit of flying way off the fucking handle and doing some reckless impulsive shit or just generally acting like a psycho. Will sometimes single out a particular enemy that did something to piss her off and then beat the hell out of their corpse long after they’re dead. She has raced Yakuza gang leaders for the right to win their car and then nonchalantly gunned them down when they decided to get revenge. She somehow manages to slither her way into acquiring ludicrous amounts of currency during her operations, and wants to one day take over all of Europe. Has a pet german shephard named Steve who used to be a guard dog for the enemy until she offered him a treat. She is alien-gay for Adiira.

Fayaiy

Selena’s OC. Fayaiy is a bounty hunter who crash landed on Earth and temporarily joined the cause before disappearing off to who knows where. She’s super goofy and sort of comes off as a happy-go-lucky foreigner who doesn’t entirely grasp English but loves to vibe with everyone regardless. LOVES Family Guy, thinks it’s the funniest thing ever. On multiple occasions she got faced on weed in the men’s bathroom with Stan, who I’m pretty sure still assumes she’s a trans guy because she didn’t seem to understand human gender symbols on doors. Has a pet black cat named Peanut who she took with her when she left.

Teri Grimm

A state of the art android who is so human-like you wouldn’t even know her body’s innards were synthetic unless you looked at them under a microscope. The commander’s first creation to gain sentience, and The Initiative’s token robot hacker waifu. Everybody loves Teri. She’s polite, incredibly intelligent, and has a face you just really want to protect, although she can hold her own in battles with superhuman strength. She’s rather unlucky though. Is girlfriends with Katie.

We’re actually currently playing a reboot of The Initiative. The first go around happened a few years ago, didn’t last as long, and featured the following five characters as our player characters. They did not function very well as main characters but work quite well this time around as quirky side characters.

Stan Ward

Ragu’s old OC. Stan is one of the most extra people to ever exist, roughly tied with only Bruce and Vulohon. A true American, he’s a mad bastard of a soldier who loves drugs and driving, often at the same time. Once, several members of The Initiative went out to town to relax and have fun, and he almost immediately got into trouble with the police, being chased off into the night. He came back later after swimming his way back to the base, crabs stuck to various parts of his soaking body with their pinched claws. Was somehow man enough to satisfy a 6 foot tall 400 pound 160+ year old android’s sexual desires to the point that he became her boyfriend.

Bruce Reistill

Kyle’s old OC. Bruce is an abrasive asshole who will never ever let a villain get more than 5 words into their monologue before interrupting them with something along the lines of “now y’see here I think the problem we’re having is that you keep on talking when you really shouldn’t be so I think it’d really be in all of our best interests if I were to just go ahead and...” before drawing his revolver that he nicknamed Banger.

Vulohon

The old OC of Roll, our long lost friend who just sorta disappeared to do his own thing in life. Vulohon is a fucking dumbass. He’s basically if Knuckles from Sonic Boom was an edgy anime himbo. The first time we saw him, he was doing the cool guy thing where you lean back in your chair and sharpen a blade. The second time we saw him, he was doing the same thing, but this time was sharpening a glock. The third time it was a trash can. He owns a legendary energy battle axe and can use psionic energy to generate explosions wherever he wants, but almost all of his fighting tactics involving picking up dudes and throwing them at other dudes. Either that or ripping off car doors and swinging them at people.

Stan, Bruce and Vulohon are all best bros. They moved their beds into the rec room and turned it into the Boys Room, where they sit in the hot tub together and behave heterosexually.

Thael

My old OC. Thael is a scientist who has no personality or emotions, but a really great ass. He’s a husk of a formerly optimistic young student who lost the ability to feel things after a shady government organization recruited him and forced him to conduct awful, sometimes murderous experiments on unwilling Scellor. Everyone is creeped out by him, but Minyaxl’s virgin horniness was enough to push past that as he felt love at first sight (with Thael’s back turned to him) and pursued relations with him. Thael opened up to him and Minyaxl decided to do his best to help him regain his former self. He’s getting there.

Pamiil

Selena’s old OC. Pamiil is an optimistic pacifist healer who never really got all that much screen time but she is cute and must be protected. She loves* Setel.

*by which i again mean the closest scellor equivalent to love which i guess is sorta just close friendship where you also fuck but they’re also capable of feeling proper love it’s just weird and can lead to psionic feedback loops if they’re not careful

(the following 5 pics were drawn by selena)

https://butamakingart.tumblr.com/

Orvon Valasma

The captain of the ship that a mysterious third party (referred to as the Scellor Freelancers, consisting of her, Adiira and Setel) arrived on. She’s 7 feet tall and has robotic legs that can extend to make herself even taller and run super fast. Somewhat stoic, and has gotten into fights with Adiira, but still cares deeply for her friends. The freelancers were originally at odds with The Initiative as they (somewhat rightfully) believed that we were doing a sloppy as hell job of things, but they eventually decided to join forces.

Adiira M’vora

A deadly assassin who, due to being born in the Ayaar caste, was forced to carry out political assassinations against people the Scellor government suspected of being potential state enemies. It got to her so she went rogue and is a bit of a wreck. She owns a legendary sword called Blue Midnight that can cut through the very fabric of space, and has various other psionic space manipulation abilities. She is human-gay for Valerie.

Setel Tunsai

An absolute chad of a man, standing at a towering 5′0″ (which is stupidly tall for his Orthan caste). Setel is a powerful psionic who excels at manipulating social outcomes, either through exceptional diplomacy or good old fashioned mind control. He has a talent for helping people with their emotional problems, and has acted as a therapist for people like Adiira and Thael. He is beloved by all. Is small lovefriend of Pamiil.

Korhan

Horrible. Piece of shit bitch bastard. Rightfully dead. Korhan used his position as an Ayaar operative as an excuse to live out all his sadistic fantasies. Worked in the evil-ass facility that used people like Thael to carry out their horrible experiments, and made implied rape threats to Thael if he thought about not doing his job. Responsible for everything that’s wrong with Djylana. Planted a tracking device on Minyaxl to find the location of The Initiative’s base, then came in and slaughtered innocent people for the fun of it before taking a bunch of hostages. He used them to try and make us hand over Adiira and Thael for betraying their government but we managed to clutch things out and put him in the dirt. Also he could stop time. Was basically Dio.

Djylana

Korhan’s partner in crime. A bloodthirsty animal he used to carry out much of his dirty work. After she was killed, while Korhan was lying on the ground just before Thael unloaded two magazines into him to finish him off, he said that she was his finest work, that we would never be able to truly stop her, that she would not rest until every single one of us was murdered. He had installed something called Echotech into her, allowing her soul to stay attached to her body after its death. She got up and started freaking out because her only “friend” had been killed, ready to kill us all, when MVP Fayaiy came in with the hug and helped us manage to convince her that Korhan was a piece of shit and we could be actual friends to her. She came around, like an abused guard dog finding a compassionate master, and now lives in the base as a decaying zombie. We convinced the commander to let her in despite her crimes and to also eventually make a robot body for her. She was unsure if she wanted to let us do that until someone brought up the fact that it would be the biggest middle finger we could possibly give to Korhan, at which point she vehemently agreed. I hope his piss stain of a soul somehow knows that his ace in the hole was defeated by the power of friendship.

IO

Satan.

There are other characters that I may or may not include in the future, but those are the most prominent ones.

#the initiative #scellor

[cowboyviolence]

Hewwo! I wouwd wike to wequest 3, 14, 15, 17 of Pox, and 19 of aww youw favowites/whoever you wanna tawk about >:3

I will forgive you for using UwU speech just this once. (This one is long so its under the readmore) 

3.  How did you choose their name? >:3 you're tricky. You at least partly know the answer. His full name is Pollux, and he and his brother were named after the Gemini twins. It originally  was related to a storyline that got scrapped but the name stuck over the years.

14. If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be? 

1. He’s selfish- Most of the things he does is for his own gain. It would be (usually) out of character for him to help a stranger, and he definitely would take advantage of someone for his own gain.   

2. ...HOWEVER he loves his family. (“Family” being primarily Shiloh and then expanding to other characters later on). And while he pretends to not care sometimes he absolutely does, and it is completely in character for him to do something selfless for them. Though that’s rare, he’s still a jackass15. What is something about your OC that can make you laugh? He wears that stupid suit everywhere. And I mean everywhere. Outside in a 100 degree desert. To bed. He bathes in the damn thing. What a jackass. (The only time he dosent wear it is when hes wearing armor)17 . Is there some element you regret adding to your OC or their story?

 Hm, guess I would make his plotline mesh more with the main storyline. It’s sort of it’s own thing that exists inside of the  larger story and dosen’t always connect in the most elegant of ways, but is ultimately important so its hard to change it.19. What is your favorite fact about your OC? I uh... did the main 16 Riff: He loves music and plays a lot of different instruments! He also loves to sing! Is super proud of his heritage and sings a lot of Irish folk tunes. Tangent: He loves plants! He spends a lot of his free time figuring out how to grow flowers in the gulch while he’s there. Also he just fuckin loves his girlfriendBacktrack: sweet...boy… he’s just. Full of love for his friends! I love how protective he is of them V: HE’S A GOOD DAD. He’d do anything to protect his kid(s)!Felix: He’s so fucking dumb. And yet somehow managed to get into one of the top military operations in the universe through sheer dumbass willpower. Also he has lazer rollerblades Kirby: He’s like, an actual conspiracy theorist  but no one knows because all the other characters are batshit and he seems normal in comparison Rally: The fact that he has a cowboy aesthetic for no real reason other than he wants to. He’s not even from Texas. The accent is fake!Ellie: She’s primarily a pacifist, but occasionally meets someone who pisses her off SO MUCH that she makes an exception. There’s like 3 specific men who shes like “These people deserve to be in hell and I’m gonna put them there myself.” Cobalt: He’s been through so much and yet still keeps going. He’s one determined motherfuker. Mz. Natalie: She’s really good at interacting with people. She has to deal with a bunch of weird jackasses everyday but takes the time to  get to know them and their individual quirks Cherrybomb: She’s the greatest fighter of her generation, and she got there by working her ass off. Despite being put on a pedestal she’s still kind to everyone she meets (who isnt an ass)Weiss: He essentially function as the “straight man” character and judges everyone else, but he’s actually super weird himself. I mean, he dresses like a cowboy twink, c’mon. Spade: She’s so smart and knows so many random things. She’s sort of a jack-of-all trades and seems to have done everything. Been in a circus? check. Been a ballerina? Check. Been a spy? yep! Chess: She genuinely really, really cares about other people. She may seem scary since she’s big and loud and could probably kill you with one punch, but  she’s extremely loyal to her family and friends and would probably die for them Shiloh: Despite being a medic, this man has absolutely no medical training of any kind. He just  likes to read a lot. Pox:  He’s always wearing a  top hat, its just invisible so you can't see it.  

#ocs #ejr

[rejectedbyeharmony]

The Last Time I Dated A Friend’s Brother

Growing up, I had this best friend named Haley, and I spent a lot of time at her house. Haley, Sarah, and I were like the three amigos. We did everything together. I smoked weed for the first time in a tent in her backyard. She had an older sister who was away at college, and a little brother who always seemed to be around. It was like this kid had no friends, he was always bothering us. He was super annoying, and I vividly remember actually punching him one time because he wouldn’t leave us alone. I heard a few years after high school he had been dating a mutual friend, Amelia, and that they had a baby together. I was happy for them, and that was probably the only time I ever thought about him as an adult.

After my breakup with John, I decided to get on Tinder. I was having a hard time getting over him, and the idea of getting into a new relationship was not even on my radar. Instead, I was pursuing a casual dating situation. This was my first foray with this dating app and I met a few fun guys, and had some good dates, but nothing serious. I was traveling for work one week, and it occurred to me that Tinder matched based on location. So, while I was in North Carolina, I deleted the app to avoid matching with someone great that would be too far away. On the way back, sitting in the back of my coworker’s car while everyone was sleeping, I was bored so I downloaded the app, to check my messages, and started to swipe again as we got closer to home.

I saw a very familiar face, so I swiped right to dig a little deeper. Immediately, I got a match notification. I cracked up when I realized he was Haley‘s little brother, Matt. When we were kids he seemed so much younger than us, but in truth it was only four years age difference. But he had grown up a lot and got pretty cute over the years. He messaged me first, “If you promise not to hit me again, I would love to see you!” I responded with about four lines of HAHAHA, followed by “holy shit, how are you?” We chatted for a couple days and found that we had a lot more in common than we ever knew before. We were quickly bonded, and our conversations turned a little flirty. Eventually, we decided to hang out, and he came to my apartment with his son.

Now, I know that seems weird, and even now writing it if feels weird because… can you imagine meeting somebody’s kid on the first date? But I’ve known this guy like my whole life I just felt like he was a longtime friend introducing me to his kid! We hung out and played cars on my living room floor, while Matt and I caught up. His son was funny, adorable, and bad! Like, Dennis the Menace bad. Matt told me a little bit about his relationship with his ex, Amelia. It sounded a little difficult, but I had no idea how toxic it really was. In the beginning, I didn’t even weigh this into my decision to date Matt.

My bigger concern was Haley. We hadn’t spoken for years. The summer after Senior Year, I got the opportunity to travel abroad with some fellow students. This was a very eye-opening experience, and I was exposed to a lot of things in Europe that I hadn’t encountered in the US. When I got home, I told Haley that I kissed a girl. I hadn’t really worked through my feelings about it, but it wasn’t any kind of declaration of sexual identity… it was just confiding in a friend that I had a new experience. Haley told our friend Sarah that I was a lesbian. Sarah worked with my sister, and told her… and then my sister told my mom. So, here I thought I was just sharing a secret with a friend, and I ended up having to explain to my mom that I wasn’t lesbian. The truth is, I don’t know what I am, even now at almost 36 years old I don’t know. I have never had nor pursued a romantic relationship with a woman, but I’ve definitely been attracted to them. I don’t know if that needs defining either, because I don’t believe that sexuality is binary. Anyway... what I didn’t know, was that she didn’t think that was a big deal. She hadn’t spoken to me because I didn’t invite her to my very small wedding. I barely invited any friends, it was mostly family there. We had approximately 50 guests, there was one friend from high school (who knew my husband well) and a handful of friends from work (who were also friends with Joe). I hadn’t spent any amount of time with Haley since she told my secret.

But, Matt assured me that Haley still loved me and his family would accept me with open arms, and he was totally right. Being with his family again was like being in high school. But I dont want to mislead you, Haley and I didn’t pick up where we left off. She had new best friends, and so did I. But it was still cool, and we were cool. Once I had his family’s blessing, it didn’t take long for us to start dating, and for me to start coparenting his child. His ex-girlfriend, Amelia was a former friend of mine, but now treated me like I was a stranger. I don’t know with what went on in her life in the 10 years since we last hung out, but she was not the most mentally stable person. It affected the kid and deeply affected Matt.

He was very much a pacifist and never stood up for himself in their relationship. His vain attempts at trying to coparent were constantly thwarted by her miserable attitude and unreasonable, aggressive communication style. She had a horrible time keeping a job, and it seemed like our custody schedule would change as frequently as week to week. I encouraged Matt to get an official custody agreement with the courts, but he was honestly afraid of her taking the kid away from him completely, so he would lay down to her demands all the time. It was infinitely frustrating to stand by and watch her make him feel like less of a man. And honestly, sometimes it made me see him as less of a man, too.

I tried to create some stability at home by moving us in together. I bought a house out of necessity, because a 2-or-3 bedroom apartment would cost much more than buying a home in Northern Virginia. Our first couple months in the house were met with tons of problems. We moved in at the end of December. By the time we got everything unpacked and settled, we discovered bed bugs. It was hard to discern whether they had been transferred from the moving van, or the house Matt lived in before, or if they had always been in the house I purchased. Ultimately the source didn’t matter as much as the remediation, so we asked Amelia to help us out and take her son when it wasn’t “her week”. She completely blew the situation out of proportion and called CPS on us for endangering their son, when we were really trying to protect him. We had pets we had to move to his sister’s house, and we slept in her basement while our house was being treated. If you’ve never had bedbugs, let me explain what a complete mindfuck they are. I was not getting bitten, Matt was. Every morning he would wake up with welts all over his body that he couldn’t explain. But we worked different schedules, so we weren’t waking up together to see if we both had welts. He didn’t tell me about them until the third morning, asking if I also was experiencing this. That’s when we discovered the little splatters of blood on our mattress and walls from the bugs after they bit Matt. Even after the bedbug dog sniffed our entire home and the bug company assured us we were safe, we felt like victims in our own home. Every tiny tickle on our skin would send us reeling. It was psychological warfare.

Once we safely moved his son back into the house, I decorated his room first. We painted the walls, we made him a little toy/art workstation, and hung a huge light-up Bumble Bee, his favorite transformer, on the wall above his bed. Matt invited Amelia to come see our house when we were all settled. It wasn’t breaktakingly beautiful, like some of the homes I’ve designed in my career. It’s kind of like the housekeeper who doesn’t clean her own house, our house was cozy and humble. But we were proud of what we built together. This was the one and only time we had a amicable meeting with Amelia, but it still left a bad taste in my mouth. She brought her son to us for our custody week, and walked him inside. We showed her around the main floor, and the kid noticed some candy on the kitchen counter. He asked me for some, and I said no, and he threw himself into a rage fit. He was jumping up and down, stomping his feet, screaming about wanting that candy. I stood back and waited for either Matt or Amelia to react. And they both just stood there staring at him in horror, like most people stare at other people’s kids when they are having a tantrum in public. I got down on one knee, at his eye level, and said “it’s not time for candy bud. It’s time for bed. We can have candy tomorrow. Ok? Now why don’t you go show your mom your new bedroom?”

His tears dried, and his face lit up. He turned, grabbed his mom’s hand and ran toward the stairs. I heard Amelia say, on her way up the stairs “you are so lucky you have three parents.” And I looked at Matt and said “he has one parent. It’s me.”

Now any parents reading this might be pissed at that statement, but trust me when I say, I believed it was true. I was the only one parenting him.  When he was with his mom, there were no rules and no boundaries. And Matt had the typical single dad attitude of never wanting to be the bad guy, so he also had very few rules. But when he was with me, there were rules. We sat at the dinner table to eat. We used our forks and spoons. We didn’t act like a fucking lunatic in public, and we said please and thank you. It was like trying to train a puppy, because he was constantly unlearning these behaviors with his parents. I was the only one who cared about him being a decent human being some day. Fuck me, right?

This is the part where I’m too mad to finish the story today. To be continued. 

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Fic: Vestiges

[A03] [ff.net] 

Season 5 Spoilers/Damocles Part 2 missing scenes between Nathan Miller and Harper McIntyre

Footsteps echoed in the long corridors, an oppressive weight hanging in the air as hushed words were exchanged and names were punched into monitors. No rush, no urgency, no adrenaline. Just a purposeful acceptance, a quiet after the storm.

Nathan couldn’t remember the last time it was quiet.

One by one, the last vestiges of humanity, be they Eligius, Wonkru, or the ones left behind, were going to sleep.

As if it would be magically better when they woke up again.

As if they could undo what they’d done.

As if they could be saved.

“You’ve cleaned up good.”

Nathan blinked, shaking himself out of his morbid reverie. He watched numbly as nimble fingers darted over the keypad to his cryo-chamber, checking details. “I’m waiting for Jackson,” he said, the pointless words falling like lead from his tongue.

“I figured,” Harper smiled softly, hopping up to sit on the biobed next to Nathan. Her every movement was fluid, easy… content.

Nathan felt a stab of irrational jealousy, felt his mouth twist sourly. He looked down to his hands, ran rough fingertips over the webs of scars that weaved over his skin. Indelible marks of a six years he could never, would never forget.

“He’s good for you,” Harper continued. “I’m glad you have him. I’m glad he was there.”

“I’m not,” Nathan murmured, squeezing his eyes shut involuntarily. He hadn’t meant to say that. You didn’t speak of it, that was the rule. You never spoke of it. You gritted your teeth, and you survived.

But this was Harper. This was his friend, his sister, his kin.

“I don’t need a thief to show me how to shoot a gun.”

“Yeah? And I don’t need a scrawny girl watching my back.”

“Well I need you both to stop with your pissing contest so I can actually listen for grounders, but you can’t always get what you want. Bellamy’s put us together, so suck it up. For the record Zoe, Miller is a way better shot than you-”

“Thank you!”

“And Miller if you call either of us scrawny girls again, I will watch while a grounder stabs you.”

“Ha! Now that would liven up the evening.”

“Whatever, Monroe. You want lively? I’ve got some of that stuff Monty and Jasper’ve been brewing.”

“You’re an idiot Miller.”

“But I am a great thief.”

“You’re both hopeless. What part of keeping watch do you not understand?”

“C’mon Harper, no grounder is gonna be out in this weather.”

“Fine, but if we go blind from this crap, I’m feeding your beanie to the two headed deer.”

Miller, McIntyre, and Monroe. They had been three of the best of Bellamy’s gunners. And they had trusted each other with their lives.

Zoe… it had been over seven years since they lost her, and it still felt raw.

All the lost souls lingered like festering wounds in the survivors’ souls, even when the Drop Ship graveyard was nothing more than radioactive dust.

Gentle fingers crept over his, entwining, squeezing, “You did as good as you could. You kept him alive, you kept yourself alive… and Octavia.”

Nathan flinched. He knew how Harper must feel about Octavia after everything that had happened. So what must she think of him? How could she understand why he did what he did, when Bellamy had only been able to look at him in disbelief and disgust? How could she understand why he kept standing by her, even after everything?

“So much for the 100…” Harper said softly, her words an echo of Bellamy’s. Nathan looked at her sharply, but all he saw was the same calm sadness. “I heard what Bellamy said to you. You know how heated he can get, how blinkered. He and Octavia are more alike than either would like to admit. But she was the last one left, right? I checked the manifests. It was only you, Octavia, Hallie and Rob who made it into the bunker. And then it was just you and Octavia. Then there were two.”

“Six years, Harper. It was six years,” Nathan said, not sure what he meant by that, but needing to say it.

“I know,” Harper said, squeezing his hand before resting her head on his shoulder to watch more people lying down into their pods. Monty and Jackson were over on the other side of the room, settling Murphy down. Emori was already asleep, but Jackson had wanted to double check on Murphy’s healing wounds to make sure the cryo freezing would go smoothly.

They sat there together, legs dangling like kids off the end of the bed, letting a soft silence fall between them as they watched the people they loved work. It was oddly comforting. Nathan couldn’t remember the last time he had felt like this.

And then the words started to fall from his lips, each one weighted with so many more words left unsaid, “Gunners at the Drop Ship… Mount Weather prisoners… rebels in Arkadia and then Skaikru loyalists. It was always the same path. We were always the 100. And then you went to the sky, and I went underground.”

“And then it was six years,” Harper finished for him sadly. “I’m sorry I couldn’t have your back.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t have yours… even when the bunker opened, I should’ve-”

“Nate, stop,” Harper said sharply, raising her head from his shoulder to look him full in the eye. “It’s okay. Really. You’ve always been loyal. And we both had people to protect.”

An unbelievable weight seemed to lift from Nathan at his best friend’s words, like an iron band around his chest had finally snapped. His lips twitched in a ghost of his old smile, “Monroe would bang our heads together if she could see us now.”

Harper grinned, eyes slightly too bright in the half light, “Probably. But I reckon she’d be happy to know that we have Monty and Jackson to do it for her, if we ever need a reality check.”

“You think? I always thought she’d laugh that we managed to get the two biggest pacifists on Earth to love us,” Nathan grinned fondly.

“Being a pacifist is underrated,” Harper said pensively, and Nathan followed her loving gaze to where Monty and Jax were finishing up with Murphy’s pod. “You should give it a go sometime, you might find you like it.”

“Maybe when we get back down there, you never know,” Nathan said, still not sure if he believed that such a time or place could exist for him. “Guess it’s my turn next…”

“And then there were four,” Harper said quietly.

Nathan frowned. Four? Even if they didn’t count Bellamy and Raven in the original 100, there was still more of them left than that. Not many, but every person still alive was worth the world. “You mean six,” he corrected.

Harper hopped off the bed, stood to face him, and she didn’t even need to say anything. He knew.

“Shit, Harper…” Nathan murmured, suddenly terrified to let go of her hands. Because sure, everything could go smoothly, they could all wake up in ten years. Harper and Monty would just have taken the long road. But Nathan was one of the 100. He knew things never went smoothly, and definitely not as planned. He had learnt that the hard way, time and time again.

He pulled her towards him with a small jerk, and she slipped into his arms willingly, squeezing him tightly as she balanced on tiptoes to hug him as he stayed sitting on the biobed. Her hand curled to cup the back of his head as she whispered with tears in her voice, “I’ll finally be older than you. You won’t be able to boss me about.”

“Like that ever stopped you before.”

“Nate? You ready?” Jackson’s voice cut through the moment, and Harper’s warmth was gone as they parted. He felt hollow.

“No, but sure,” Nathan rubbed his hands together, clearing his throat to try and regain some balance. Jax frowned at him, an unspoken question flitting across his face, but he didn’t press.

He looked at Monty as Jackson fiddled with his cryochamber’s settings. Monty slipped an arm around Harper and smiled at him. Nathan nodded, trying to convey in barely a moment everything he wanted to say to his friend.

“All set,” Jackson’s voice was too confident, there was that note in it that Nathan had come to listen for, the undercurrent of uncertainty buried deep.

“Hey,” Nathan caught Jackson’s wrist lightly in his fingers, pulling him into a kiss that he wanted to last forever. When they broke apart, he rested their foreheads together, “I’ll see you on the other side. We’ll be good, you know we will.”

“I’ll be right beside you,” Jackson nodded, shored up by Nathan’s words. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Nathan said, stealing one last kiss.

And as he lay down, he glanced past Jax to take one last look at Harper and Monty.

Frost, cold, silence, dark.

It really was like blinking.

125 years.

Things never go as planned.

Jackson was there, and Murphy, Clarke and Octavia. Bellamy and Raven.

But Monty and Harper were long gone.

The ghost-touch of her fingertips still lingered in his, just like Zoe’s laugh echoed in the back of his mind.

He had only been awake for ten minutes when he met Jordan, all smiles and awkwardness and light. He knew Nathan’s name, he knew his story. He knew about Miller, McIntyre and Monroe as he tripped over his words and guided Nathan and Jackson to where the rest of the 100 were waiting.

125 years, and they were careful who to wake up first. Because sleep had gone by in a blink of an eye, and nothing had changed.

But so had everything.

“Oh, and this is for you,” Jordan said, pulling a grubby little package from his pocket and handing it to Nathan.

He could hear Murphy around the corner, derisive tones oddly comforting. Jax was a steady presence at his elbow. “What is it?” Jackson asked.

“It’s from Mom,” Jordan shrugged.

Frowning, Nathan gently tore the package open. A black knitted bundle was inside, pinned with a note in familiar hand.

To keep you warm on the new world.

And then there were five.

Nathan unrolled the bundle and despite the tight lump in his throat, couldn’t help but smile. It was a beanie.

A hat, and barely a handful of words, but Harper’s message rang loud and clear.

Nathan wouldn’t disappoint her.

#because I had a lot of feelings #Delinquent Pride #the 100 #the 100 fic #marper #mackson #post season 5 #harper mcintyre #nathan miller #eric jackson #monty green #jordan jasper green #jordan green #a collection of words cunningly disguised as a story

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Mew Mew Parallels In Undertale

It’s been forever and a day before I did a pure meta post, but Toby’s latest tweet planted a thought I wanted to articulate.

Recently, Toby shared with us a picture, an image visible for barely a second in the special edition trailer. It appears to be a blurred ad for Mew Mew Kissy Cutie 2, which brought back an old idea I had, about how Mew Mew and Undertale seem to almost mirror each others’ stories.

And since Mew Mew Kissy Cutie is a rough sketch of Undertale’s journey from several angles, this take on Mew Mew 2 interested me. Now, before we go into depth on that, the question I need to answer is: why does Mew Mew Kissy Cutie match up with Undertale? Well, I have an answer, but I wanted to go full hog on screenshots this time, so I think I’m going to put the rest of this argument under a cut.

Before we talk about this screen, we must first talk about what we know of Mew Mew Kissy Cutie already, from the game. There are several incidents where Alphys talks about it, but only two where we get a glimpse of what the actual plot of the story is about. The first is in the ‘Bad Opinion Zone,’ where we see her talk about her distaste for Mew Mew 2.

Now, this doesn’t tell us much about the show, except that Alphys thinks that she thinks that Mew Mew 2 betrayed the premise, themes and lessons of Mew Mew, as originally taught. We would need to learn more to get a grasp on her idea of what the show was meant to be. 

Luckily, we are provided with that a little later when she essentially spoils the whole plot of the show, giving us great insight into its nature. It’s really had to screenshot since it autoscrolls, so I captured a .gif of the conversation instead of just taking a screen.

Transcript:

It’s so good!  It’s, um, my favorite show!

It’s all about this human girl named Mew Mew who has cat ears! Which humans don’t have! S-so she’s all sensitive about them!

But like... Eventually!

She realizes that her ears don’t matter

that her friends like her despite the ears!

It’s really moving!

Whoops, spoilers!

Also, this sounds weird, but she has the power!

To control the minds of anyone she kisses!

She kisses people and controls them to fix her problems!!

They don’t remember anything after the kiss I mean!!

BUT IF SHE MISSES THE KISS!! THEN!!

then, uh and, uh, also I mean, of course

eventually she realizes that controlling people

OKAY WELL I almost spoiled the whole show, but

Uhh, I think you’d really like it!!!

This gives us deeper insight into what Mew Mew Kissy Cutie means to Alphys, and gives us a lot of context for how its story parallels with her personal arc as well as the human’s. 

Alphys

Alphys is steeped deeply in the secrets and shame of the result of her DT experiments. She feels deeply horrified of the idea of anyone finding out what she has hidden, to the point where she believes her friendships are entirely built around lies, and that her friends would immediately abandon her were her mistakes revealed. 

The acceptance of Mew Mew’s friends after she comes clean about her ears would resonate deeply with Alphys, so it’s not wonder that she’s latched so firmly onto the Mew Mew story.

The Human

One thing that doesn’t resonate with Alphys, though is Mew Mew’s ‘special power.’ The ability to control those she kisses and, in particular, erase their memories in order to solve her problems doesn’t really apply to Alphys. But the human’s ability to SAVE and LOAD allows them to control others through perfect knowledge of how they act and manipulate their memories by moving backward in time. 

There’s some argument to be made about the regular rhythm of play, however, I think that assuming a player walks into the story with no outside information, we can expect the progress to move from a neutral run to a pacifist run, wherein the hero first uses their powers to move through a hostile world and out the other side, with dust on their hands...

And then tries again, moving backward in time so as to use their powers for good, culminating in a moment where their powers over time are useless, but that the love and friendships that they have cultivated throughout the Underground can be leveraged by bring happiness to the Underground.

Happy End. But...What about Mew Mew 2? Alphys believes the central arc of Mew Mew was Mew coming to terms with herself, enjoying the love of her friends and, upon accepting their love, no longer feeling a need to manipulate people with her powers. So, in Mew Mew 2, it seems that Mew Mew would have backtracked. She would have likely used her powers, maybe even abusing her friends.

Source

This is blurry and I had time reading it, but luckily @doge-w-a-bloge​ went through the effort of transcribing it all here.

B4D 0P1N10N A dark Masterpiece!

Mew-Mew Kissy Cutie 2 - DVD Video - 16 hr director commentary - includes 18x4 poster of the creators apologizing From The Original Creators Mew Mew’s Pissed Off And Ready To Mew AVAILABLE ON THE UnderNet [Mew Mew] Should be about whimsy and kindness not edgy self-indulgent garbage. Sometimes there are flashes of the original, but they’re greatly what makes the sequel hurt so much. And God does it hurt so much. -The Anonymous Anime Lizard TESTIMONIALS: My GF really likes the first 1 but I noticed she doesn’t have the sequel. So I just bought six of them 4 her!!! Heck yeah!! Five stars!!! -Strongfish91

Setting aside how hilarious Undyne is for a moment, (I know it’s hard) this gives us insight into Mew Mew 2. It’s apparently a much, much darker story. Alphys takes issue with it because it takes what Mew Mew was about in her eyes and threw it in the trash. Kindness and whimsy, gone. And in its place? A dark, ‘edgy’ story instead. 

Not only that, but if you take the summary as reflective of the game, ‘Mew Mew’s Pissed Off And Ready To Mew,’ it paints our main character as very aggressive. Considering how Alphys says it throws away her character arc, it could be that her learning that she shouldn’t control people was ultimately cast aside in Mew Mew 2, making Mew Mew herself the messenger of the ‘edgy self-indulgent garbage’ that Alphys spends her testimonial decrying.

In a way, it almost mirrors the way that people look at the different runs. Sometimes treating the worst run as an ominous hypothetical that only exists to make a true pacifist ending brighter and happier, sometimes decrying the people who play the worst run as too edgy, masochistic or ignorant of the games’ overall theme and resenting the worst run for existing to blemish their ‘perfect ending.’ 

I bet Chara, Frisk and Asriel would have liked it.

#undertale #meta #save analysis

[the-end-player]

Some cannon stuff

Ok so I'd thought I'd shed some light on the world of Mob Wars. (that including post Mob Wars which is the current time on the time line)

So first off the world it takes place in is a lot like this seed which was seed showcased by ibxtoycat. Its not 100% accurate size wise but everything is around the same place

https://youtu.be/XlLKk330mhE

Characters Genders, sexualitys and occupations

Matt:

Male

Pan

Lab assistant

Mike:

Male

Bi

Lab assistant

Dave:

Male

Gay

Scientist

Player:

Male

Gay

King (Of mobs)

Auther:

Male

Ace

Basically every villager occupation. (originaly was a green villager)

Spark:

Male

Ace

King (Of the nether)

Obsin:

Male

Questioning

None

Tochi:

Male

Questioning

None

Vivi (yes she kinda plays a role but she's dead the whole story):

Female

Straight

None

Queen of Players (doesn't have a name or design yet but she plays the role of main antagonist in mob Wars)

Female

Straight

Queen

Other random facts about mob wars and characters

Most animal mobs are like real life animals, meaning that can't talk or do things monster mobs and players can (unless they are anthropomorphic)

While player is the king of all mobs he can't really control animale mobs (unless he tames them like in real life) and has a hard time controlling nether mobs (thats sparks job)

Tochi is also an experiment like obsin. So I guess they are brothers??

Obsin and Tochi were born in post mob Wars

When Dave was making both Obsin and Tochi he used his DNA and objects (obsidian and a torch) but he needed two sets of DNA to create the two (Otherwise he would be making clones of himself made out of a torch and obsidian) so he used players DNA without asking. None of them know except Dave. So I guess player is the mom/second father???????

Dave and Matt are brothers but not twins. Dave is older by two years

Mike dated Vivi before Matt

Vivi was killed by a player

Player had many past lives, most of which he was genocidal and killed everything in his path because he liked killing mobs but wasn't very well at killing other players and nether mobs

Player has a secret fear of ghasts because of his past

Player remembers his past, which is why he wanted to become a mob so that he wouldn't have to be reincarnated and so that he wouldn't try and kill mobs the way he did again

Auther was named arther but changed his name for his passion of writing

Authers village as burned by a player. He was the only survivor

Dave and Matt used to own a bar to get funds for Dave's experiments

Dave also ran a mafia for funds as well but Matt never knew

The mafia is how Mike met Dave then adventualy Matt as he went to their bar often

Mobs sometimes had control over their own minds, during these times they would usaly go to dave and matts bar to savior their day of freedom

Dave's weapon is a lapis sword

Matt's weapon is a Redstone sword

Mike had twin pistols but gave them up and became apart of the Mob army bomb squad

When creepers blow up they don't die, they respawn, however if they are killed by someone or something instead of exploding they die for good

Matt, Dave, Vivi, Mike along with a few other mobs and all villagers were not under the dragons influence

Despite the fact hes had some of the greatest brake throughs most of Daves experiments end up in failure (Obsins number is 450 for a reason)

While dave can be grumpy and mysterious he's usually a nice guy (all be it somewhat rude)

While Matt is normally happy other mobs say he can be a totally diffent person when in battle or angry, some say he can be psychopathic

Matt has the largest kill count, victims are usually those who insult Mike or try and Hurt Mike

Spark is a pacifist but that was after the war. Before he was the sinfull spark but decide to change his life and name to the sinless Spark

Sinless Spark is the only one who can match the player, if the two fought it would always end up in a stalemate

The mob base is mostly underground

The experiment that turned player into a half endermen would have worked completely, but Dave stopped half way as he feared for players safety

If you didn't already know, player had an eye of ender on his chest!

The eye only opends up when he turns into full mob monster or when he's really pissed

His eye of ender glows purple when it opens

His eye of ender is in fact purple insted of green

All endermen had different colored eyes but the dragon affected them for so long they never went back and stayed purple. Most don't seem to mind however

Because the Dragon didn't have control over Matt and Dave they kept their eye color

Sinless spark has a cooler of dead turtles

In the mob wars universe, all mobs have can have babies, meaning baby versions of all mobs

Mobs can still spawn in, however as of recent there are more birthed mobs then spawned in one's.

Dave has invented a drinkable/usable water for endermens however it isn't ready to be released publicly for reasons not available

Player loves animale mobs and raises a pack of wolves and a flock of chickens

Player has two tamed dogs, a Chihuahua named king and a dachshund named Bentley

Dog breeds and cat breeds exist

Mike actually likes cats and has several

Silverfish, slimes, guardians, endermites and shulkers fall under animal mob category

Dave has pet silverfish

Matt has a small pet slime, he named him Jeff

Obsin also has a large slime named Tony

Players favorite biome is a flower biome

Auther has arachnophobia because of spark

Dave makes players potions cherry or apple flavor

Spark won't eat meat but will eat rotten flesh

Spark likes to ride a ghast whenever he visits player because he knows he hates them

Player is also scared of ocean monuments

#thats all i could put #oh boy #minecraft #spark #dave #matt #mike #player #obsin #tochi #mob wars #auther

[moralityblurred]

( hopefully ) quick rundown of my muses & their powers, maybe even ranked by most likely to fuck your shit up to smol bean don’t hurt me

thor - MCU CANON - literal god. okay, an alien that humans revered as a god. brings many thunders, but that’s not the part you gotta worry about. i mean, it’s thor. you know who thor is. playable at any point in mcu canon.

tony stark - MCU CANON - human but built himself his first robotic suit of armor out of scraps from his own company’s weapons. once called the most famous mass murderer in the history of america, but he’s changed now. just wants to protecc, but does it in a bad way. his armors have significantly advanced now, they’re made of nanotech. ooh, ahhh. soft for one girl and one woman, but there’s plenty of time to play with before pep put a ring on it.

bobby drake a.k.a. iceman - XMCU/616 CANON - omega-level mutant with cryokinesis & related powers, can even send his consciousness through ice or water and form and reform from water vapor, thus lending him an almost-invulnerability; weak to dry environments with v little moisture in the air, but also his own self-doubt and fear of harming ppl w/ his powers

pamela isley a.k.a. poison ivy - DC CANON - resident angry plant lady. humans are bad, they keep fucking her over. plants are much better. hot af, but like all pretty things, don’t touch. literally has a poison kiss. can manufacture toxins in her body like it’s child’s play. also magic spores that make everyone go ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ and then they dead. ultimate femme fatale meets environmental terrorist. but also can feed you apples and shit if you’re nice.

dalton jaynes - WITCH OC - thinks he’s completely human but he’s not, comes from a long line of male witches who are dreamwalkers but he also has some swanky electricity/computer magic ( such as being able to tap into the internet as a second brain almost & instantly translate languages he’s never even heard before ); currently his powers are awakening still so he’s low on this list, but if given the right guidance, could easily be on par with bobby’s level of power

kieran jaynes - WITCH/JURASSIC WORLD OC - knows he’s a witch and a dreamwalker and has been learning magic & training his skills from a very young age. oh, he’s dalton’s long lost cousin & they just found each other since dalton’s dad cut off communication with their family ( probably to save him from the magic & the slightly greedy, ambitious, elitist family. ) has been known to use nightmare magic to give himself an edge over a rival, but generally a charming guy otherwise. plays in a band. also works at jurassic world as a gallimimus handler. not as much power potential as dalton, but his is almost fully manifested.

victor zsasz - GOTHAM CANON - human, we think. possibly weird alien dna. jk, he’s human. he’s just an extraordinarily good hitman / bodyguard / enforcer of criminal empires. great guy to have on your side if you have dirty work to do, veeeeeeery bad guy to face if you pissed off someone in high places. might invite you out for a milkshake before you die though.

seth gecko - FDTD CANON - completely human, but he works out -flex- ok but srsly he’s a pretty damn good shot and he’s a skilled thief & conman with little regard for anyone standing in his way

stella woods - WEREWOLF OC - seems like she’s pretty human, a raging lesbian ( she doesn’t do labels though ) rebel child just doing her thing as a successful fashion photographer. except she’s also a werewolf and her senses go from ‘gee you have excellent senses!’ to ‘100000′ when that moon turns into a glaring pearl in the sky. hates it, hates herself for it, starts going a little batshit when the moon starts waxing full again. could fuck you up when she’s wolfy, but definitely doesn’t want to. unless you’re a misogynist.

                                                 by request only

roderick douglas - KELPIE OC - a kelpie with an extremely high level of intelligence & adaptability, so much so that he learned how to consume only the souls of his victim in order to avoid detection in the modern age. also his power shifted from his native waters in scotland to the hudson river after some asshole captured him & brought him to new york for a world’s fair. basically he’s an evolutionary marvel. but if you fuck with his silver bridle/necklace if he’s in human form, he’s fucked so that’s a thing.

hæilvi aflasdottir - WITCH OC - 1209 yr old witch & good bean, is kind of an ‘ancient’ norse priestess basically except not many ppl practice norse paganism anymore so she basically raises her plant babies & sails in her boats. but uh, if she needed to, she can lay the hurt on. she won’t like it, but she’s not a pacifist & if you’ve given her a reason to fight you, RUN. her biggest weakness is prob that she’s got dyslexia and has difficulties with spells sometimes & there’s not really anyone around to teach her/refresh her knowledge the way she learns best

tamandani fatsani - RAVAGER OC - alien evolved from cats on a planet called nadiiru. sharp claws, sharp teeth, heightened senses & quick reflexes. can totally see in low lighting & yes her pupils reflect demon light in the dark. ok but she’s also very morally gray & lives to steal. she’s a ravager.

lucille sharpe - CRIMSON PEAK CANON - completely human but severely mentally ill. prone to violence, has basically lost everything good in her life except for her brother who is also her lover, so she ain’t even care if she gotta fuck ur shit up. p.s. don’t drink the tea. p.p.s. did i mention she has a scientific curiosity in anatomy & biology & also how poisons work on the human body?

vanessa styles/gecko - FDTD CANON - also completely human, does not work out but she’s got some fair good guns herself. also a good shot, also can be ruthless, especially if your name is kate or you’re trying to steal her man

roman hayes - HUNTER OC - more or less human but he’s got some supernatural tingly senses. he’s a twin & unfortunately always been pretty sickly and fragile, but he tries okay. oh, and he’s also recovering from brain cancer that killed him a couple yrs ago ( long story short his bro basically enslaved himself to Death & became a reaper to bring him back )

nathan ingram - PERSON OF INTEREST CANON - completely human, software engineer ( tends to walk while his buddy runs ), alcoholic & if it’s in his survivor verse, he’s pretty seriously maimed by the explosion & suffers from breathing issues & general deterioration of his joints anyways

                                                  moved to separate blogs

loki ( of no surname ) - MCU CANON - um, a lot of magic, literally hundreds of years spent studying magic of various types with an emphasis in illusory magic & combat magic; weakest in healing magic, his magic does not seem to ‘bend’ to it very well; natural-born shapeshifter ( but limited to species/forms that ‘suit’ him )

ari niceta - ASSASSIN OC - human but a nice human, kinda. you see, he’s a hitman-in-training, an apprentice, a little pup growing up to be a wolf. he’s got good reflexes and good instincts to match, and an intuitive touch with weapons that only gets better with training. the fact that he’s genial makes him a good candidate for safeguarding vulnerable prisoners, but that doesn’t mean he can’t and won’t kill when the order is given.

#( ooc. ) #( muse list. ) #( ok these are listed most powerful to least powerful #not necessarily by temperament #since hæilvi is the last person who would hurt anyone tbh #unless she or someone she cared about was threatened. ) #incest // #cancer // #terminal illness // #long post // #mental illness //

[melchixr]

How To Gain a Cat’s (or Cute Boy’s) Trust in Seven Easy Steps by Ernst Robel

Anon said:  Ernst is a sucker for animals and has owned a cat for years. Hanschen moves to their school, Ernst draws parallels, and breaks down Hanschen's walls using cat techniques.

This is SO FUCKING LONG and I’m sorry but I loved writing it so I hope you like it. you can also pinpoint the exact spot (Step 6) were i become so tired i can’t write. Feat: introvert hanschen, tiny boy ernst, butch ilse, emo moritz, and  angry engaged couple wendla and melchior

Words: 4881

Step One: Set Nurturing and Comfortable Environment

The night had started out fine enough, with a small crowd of just enough people to comfortably fill up Melchior’s living room. Ernst noticed, as he sipped his drink, that Hanschen had sat himself in the center of the room. He was perched on the ottoman with a beer in his hands. He wasn’t saying much. Instead he was laughing at all of Otto’s jokes and adding in just enough quick, witty comments to get everyone’s attention for a few seconds at a time.

As Ernst watched more, he observed how Hanschen’s blue eyes would lace around the room. He would sweep those bright, intense eyes around the room and examine each face with precision and attention. Every once and awhile, his eyes would lock on someone. But never for long. Even as he sat lackadaisically in the dimly lit living room, he was fully alert.

But time ticked on and more people began to trickle in. By the time the sun had gone down, they had managed to fit about 30  people in the already small house. And Hanschen’s ease began to melt away. He had moved to the corner of the room, right next to the front door, and sat on the arm of the couch that Ernst was sitting on.

His knee was tucked up to his chest with his chin resting on the denim covered joint. His back became hunched and his muscles were tense and flexed. It was as if he went from alert to attack. As if he was making himself as small as possible so that he just folded into the background. This was unlike how Hanschen usually was, begging for attention. Now. he begged to be left alone.

To anyone’s untrained eye, he was just another wallflower. But Ernst wasn’t just anyone.  

After a few minutes of this behavior, it dawned on him that he was displaying the traits of fear and  nervousness. And if his time at the shelter had taught him anything, Ernst hopefully knew exactly what it took to help.

Getting up with the fake intent to go to the kitchen and refill his drink, Ernst instead went further down the hall to the small back porch. Normally, this is where Melchior would kick out everyone who wanted to go out for a smoke so that his whole house didn’t reek of weed and nicotine. Well, at least, not anymore than it already did with just him and Wendla living in it.

But it was mostly empty. Now, besides Georg and Melitta, sharing a cigarette like teenagers. He was surprised that they hadn’t made their way up to the spare bedroom yet, like they always tended to do at these get togethers.

“Hey, can you guys...go away…” Ernst asked bluntly, interrupting their half drunk flirts. Georg looked up at him with a crooked gaze. “I’m uh… trying to help out a friend.”

“By kicking us out?” Melitta scoffed in defense.

Ernst, puffing out his small chest as much as possible, decided to take a much more offensive tactic. “Well I’m surprised you two aren’t off sucking faces in a linen closet  then swearing it will never happen again like every other time. Or is it REALLY just friends this time?”

The pause might have been a sign that Ernst had taken it too far. But Melitta then laughed and stood up, putting her cigarette out in the filthy ashtray. “You’ve got us pinned, Ernie. Have a good night.”

Although Georg looked much more willing to stand up for their spot on the porch, the ever pacifist Melitta dragged down the steps and around the side of the house, probably to go make out in her car.

At least it’s not here.

Step Two: Be Sure to Give Space and Time for Exploration and Safety

“Hey, Hanschen,” Ernst whispered when he got back to his seat.  He watched the blond’s head whip around at the speed of light, eyebrows raised and expression almost blank. Ernst stopped himself from almost instinctively saying ‘you’re hair looks like a 90s pretty boy in a teen magazine’ when a few loose blond strands fell in front of Hanschen’s eyes.  “Can you uh… follow me.”

“Sure, Ernest.”

Instead of correcting him, Ernst just nodded. Hanschen slid off the arm of the couch and followed the other young man in smooth movements. It was as if he were personally in charge of every muscle in his body. Everything moved in perfect unison, with precision and exactness and deliberate grace. It was a lot unlike Ernst, who looked and moved like a newborn giraffe.

When they arrived at the back porch, the shorter of the two turned around look at Hanschen. His expression was confusion. His small, and very nicely shaped, mouth fell open a little bit. “What did you want to show me, Ernest? And if you wanted to know, I only do anonymous sex, not acquaintance sex.”

“That’s not it at all!” Ernst insisted immediately. He could feel his face grow bright red as he continued. “You just uh…. You looked kinda tense in the crowd. So I thought you should come back here for a breather…”

The other’s expression turned to a soft surprise. “Oh. Wow. Thank you, Ernest. That’s awfully sweet.”

Ernst could see the hints of a smile arriving on a normally stoic face. And it wasn’t like his usual smile, cold and crafted. This one was warm and fuzzy, no matter how slight it was. “No problem. Oh, and it’s ERNST by the way. Not Ernest. No extra E.”

“I know.”

Step Three: Offer Positive Reinforcement

“Where the fuck is that little bitch,” Melchior hissed, looking at his watch again. This was the second time this week that he had been late to one of their get togethers. The first time it was for the game night at Ilse’s house where he showed up three hours late. Now it was for a concert that Ernst had somehow managed to be invited to. “Moritz and Ilse are already there! And if we don’t get there in the next ten minutes, we will have no chance in getting a good spot.”

The concert was in a small venue across town, one of those underground places Melchior was always talking about. He always told people that if he and Wendla’s coffee shop didn’t work out, he’d buy a venue and rent it out for little punk gigs like this.  Not the “bullshit” they play on the radio.

Wendla, in her ‘out on the town’ hair curls, peered out of the small eyehole of Ernst’s apartment. “Did you text him, Melchi?”

“Yes, of course I did, babe,” The skinny man replied, adding the ‘babe’ to oppose his exhausted and frustrated tone. “And like always, he isn’t responding.”

“He probably just isn’t responding because he doesn't want to. You can’t make him do anything, he has to do it of his own free will,” Ernst suggested from his spot on the couch. Immediately, the couple turned with their own respective glares.

Melchior was the first to say something, scoffing loudly before turning to the mirror in the hallway and fixing the thick and strictly bottom lid eyeliner he had Ernst put on him.  “Since when have you been an expert on Hanschen Rilow?”

Ernst didn’t reply, partially out of embarrassment, and partially because Ernst’s apartment door had suddenly opened, almost hitting Melchior in the process. Standing in the hallway was Hanschen wearing a pair of jeans ripped to high heaven, a white tee shirt like he hadn’t tried at all, and holding a tray of starbucks coffee.

“Hey, guys,” he stated with a blank expression and looked the other three over. “Melchior, I’m digging the eyeliner. Wendla, your hair looks nice. Ernst…  Cute jacket.”

“Oh,” Ernst muttered and looked down at the worn down denim jacket he had had for years.  The back and arms were almost completely covered by various patches he had found on Etsy, garage sales, and a dozen or so he got on his trip to San Francisco  pride last year. “Thank you, Hans-”

Melchior suddenly attacked , glaring dangerously at Hanschen. Damn, Ernst thought to himself, if looks could kill.   “Where the Hell were you? We’ve been waiting for an hour!” He barked in a voice much lower and more aggressive than it usually was. “And if you’re gonna be an hour late, at least check your fucking phone, ok?”

Hanschen nodded in an understanding way. He seemed to know what was happening, but it didn’t even seem to affect him. It was as if he didn’t think the consequences would actually happen.

Why was that so hot to Ernst?

“I brought coffee. Melchior, you like your coffee black, right?” Hanschen held out the cups. “And Wendla, I’m sensing that you’re a white chocolate mocha girl. Am I wrong?”

“Hanschen, go get in the car,” Wendla ordered with soft desperation. “Your coffee isn’t going to stop us from being late.”

“God, god, I’m coming,” Hanschen muttered. His mood had seemed to drop at Wendla’s anger. She stormed out of the front door after grabbing her keys from the kitchen table. Her fiance was close behind her, casting a final glare at Hanschen before taking off down the hallway.

Hanschen, with a slightly dejected look, began to follow them. He now held the coffee with much less pride. Ernst sprinted after him, not even bothering to lock the door to his apartment, “H-Hanschen!” He called after a few moments of hesitation. When the blond turned to look at him, Ernst could not help but smile. “Thanks for the coffee, that’s really thoughtful of you.”

Hanschen’s expression suddenly changed to another subtle smile.  He held out the tray to his companion. “Here. I assumed you were a Strawberry Refresher with lemonade kinda person.”

Ernst took the drink graciously, smiling as wide as he could without looking like a serial killer. “You know me well. And I’m glad you’re coming along. Are you into this kinda music?”

“No, I’m into pissing off Melchior. You should try it sometime,” He responded in a voice Ernst could only describe as charming and jogged with the grace of a ballet dancer to the elevator. “I’m coming, your majesty Queen Gabor.”

“Fuck off or I’ll slam your face into the control board.”

Step Four: Encourage Contact but Do Not Force It

A pizza place designed for children didn’t seem like an appropriate place for a group of twenty-somethings. But it was far better than Ilse’s first suggestion of Chuck-E-Cheese. The booth was sticky and the whole place smelled like essense of body odor and bleach. But the four didn’t mind as they devoured the large, greasy slab of meat, cheese, and bread in front of them.

“So I turn to her and I say ‘hey, babe, is this guy your husband?’ and she says no and I say ‘well cause he’s giving you eyes like he’s seen you naked’ THEN I go, ‘let me buy you the next drink’ and before I know it, she’s asking me when I’m getting off work so I can ‘get off’, if you know what I’m saying…”

Through Ilse’s loud, snorting laughs, Moritz rolled his eyes. Although, you could barely tell for the atrocious amount of eyeliner and eye bags on the guy. He looked a lot more like the bassist for a 2003 emo band than an aspiring YA novelist. “It couldn’t possibly be that easy, Ilse.”

“Oh really?” She scoffed. “I bet I could get this waitress to go home with me.”

Moritz, almost spitting out his Sprite in shock, opened his mouth to let out some sort of exclamation on how ‘impossible’ that was. But as the first surprised syllable came out of his mouth, Hanschen cut him off with a swift hand motion and an abrupt, stern tone. “Ilse, how could you possibly assume she’s a lesbian? It’s almost impossible to tell.”

Ilse’s brown eyes looked across the restaurant to the woman in question taking an order from a very exhausted couple and their first grader. People with children are out this late? Ernst felt like there should be a law about that. Her gaze dragged up and down the woman’s form. Finally, she spoke again. “Side braid with a single pink stripe. Tinted lip balm. Short nails with chipped polish. Nose ring. Tan line on her knees.”

“Tanlines?” Ernst asked. “What the hell do knee tanlines have to do with anything?”

“They’re the tan lines of knee pads. Roller derby knee pads.”

Ernst shrugged and gave Ilse a quick applause as Moritz spoke. “Roller derby doesn’t make you a lesbian!”

“Moritz, do you roller derby?”

The pause around the table spoke for him before breaking into loud laughter. The waitress heard the commotion and looked at the four over her shoulder, smiling softly.

“But you’re dead on, Ilse,” Hanschen finished his piece of slimy pizza. “And I’m glad the uniforms here allow shorts. Her thighs are godly.”

Ilse reached across the table to ruffle Hanschen’s already slightly misplaced blond hair. It still looked perfect even after that and a full day of hiking the hills outside of the city. “Keep your eyes of my prize. Bi people are so greedy.”

Shrugging, Hanschen stood. “I guess I’m just your everyday stereotype. And I think I’ll be paying for our meal instead of placing a bet…”

As he pulled out his wallet and placed a twenty on the table, Moritz groaned. “Are you leaving already, Hansi?”

“I ACTUALLY work at a nine to five unlike you lucky assholes,” Hanschen smiled and patted Ilse’s shoulder affectionately. “Just make sure she sees YOU put down the tip.”

“Are you sure you’re going, Hansi. I don’t think there are many Uber’s around here this late…”

“I’ll take him.”

All three looked over to the very diminutive boy sitting in the corner of the booth. He anxiously continued. “I’m getting tired. But I will put a ten dollar bet down that Ilse will get the girl.”

“Are you sure, Ernst,” Hanschen asked and shrugged on his coat. “I don’t want to be an inconvenience.”

Ernst slid out of the sticky vinyl seat. “No, no. It’s fine. You don’t live too far out of the way.”

“Be careful, you two,” Moritz muttered under his breath. “And don’t crash.”

“Hanschen works for a law firm. If it does end up being your fault, he could fine an ibuprofen in the other guy’s car and send him to prison for life.”

“Nice hanging out with you too, Ilse,” the blonde said and turned to his ride. “Ready to hit the road?”

Step Five: Let Your Cat (or Cute Boy) Set the Pace for Contact

The car ride had been silent for the first few minutes. Just the pair rehashing some of the funnier things that had happened on their hike that day or talking over Ilse’s ‘bet’. But after that, the two sat in silence.

Ernst tried his best to keep his eyes on the road. But it’s really hard to do that when it’s eleven o’clock at night and quite possibly the most attractive man in the world was sat beside you.

Every once and awhile, he would steal a glance to his right and catch a glimpse of Hanschen. His face, leaning against the window, would be lit by the hazy blue or yellow light along the street.  His eyes were closed, but he wasn’t asleep. But he looked much more peaceful than before. With long eyelashes on top of pale cheekbones and pretty lips chapped from the days outdoor activities. He looked liked an angel in the passenger seat of Ernst’s shitty car.

“What are you looking at?”

Ernst almost slammed on the brakes when Hanschen broke the silence. Ernst had been looking at the road at the time, but the shock still hit him like a bullet. “Wh-What? I’m looking at the road?” He said in a voice much more panicked than he would have liked to have sounded.

“Every time you look at me, you slow down a little bit.  On our trip to LA you did that anytime you looked over at your passenger.”

There was a pause, filled with Ernst’s nervous sigh. “You… You remember that?”

“I remember everything, Ernst. Can I put on some music?”

He was very awake now, but his body and voice were still relaxed. Ernst knew that he was comfortable, which made his heart feel like it was going to burst like a glass bottle. But in a good way.

“Yeah, sure do whatever you want,” He nodded. “But my radio doesn’t work. I just have uh...Some mixtapes I made. They’re in the center console.”

He saw Hanschen move in his peripheral and heard the slightly younger man ig through the center console. “Hmm…” He made the noise from the back of his throat. “This one is called… ‘90s pop jammers’?”

“Oh yeah, ignore tha-”

“‘disco will never die’?”

“Yeah a few of them are kinda old,just-”

“‘my middle school emo phase’?”

“Actually, do you think you could just-”

“‘rappers that other people say are good’?”

“I actually think I like the silence so could you-”

“Oh, I like this one.” Hanschen reached out for the stereo, ejecting the disc already in there and putting in the one he had selected.  “‘quiet time jams’.”

Santa Monica Dream by Angus and Julia Stone began to play from the tinny speaker. As the guitar intro began to play, Hanschen sighed. “Ernst, do you remember our trip to LA?”

“I remember falling asleep behind the wheel and almost driving us into a tree near Sacramento,” Ernst giggled. “Or Melchior making us pull over to pet that labrador.”

Hanschen chuckled a deep chuckle from his chest, muttering wistfully to Ernst, “I remember camping out under the stars in one hundred degree heat.”

“Or going into that Hot Topic and getting kicked out for laughing the shitty graphic tees.”

“Or going into that art museum and Ilse falling asleep on the bench.”

“Or getting Wendla drunk off of white wine and going to that playground.”

“Or breaking into the cemetery and meeting the two gay goth kids doing coke.”

Hanschen shifted his weight to lean on the center console now and let out a nostalgic sigh. “Why did we even drive seventeen hours to LA?”

Ernst turned down the street that Hanschen lived on as the song changed to Luna by Smashing Pumpkins. With a cringe, Ernst leaned over to switch it to Alone and Sublime by Mother Mother began to play. “Something about Coachella but we were a week to early and didn’t have tickets.”

Hanschen smiled. Ernst could hear it in his sigh. And a few moments later, he pulled into a parking space. For a bit, the two men sat in the car in a very comfortable silence, listening to the voice over the speakers.

This is a spilling of the heart, With no intent to fall apart. I don't feel like I'm even here.

“Thanks for the ride, Ernst,” Hanschen said slowly. His voice drawled on with a slight fry to it, as if he was hesitant to continue. “I had a lot of fun today.”

“You never seen like you’re having fun, Hanschen.”

“I am,” the blond assured him, but still didn’t move. It didn’t feel right to leave just yet.

Absentmindedly, Ernst sang along to the song he had heard a million times in a very soft voice. “Am I so wrong to cry only when there's something in my eye? Am I to die alone and sublime?”

“Your voice is really pretty, Ernst.”

The comment took Ernst off guard at first. It wasn’t like Hanschen to just dole out compliments like that. And by his far off expression, Hanschen felt the same way. His usually vibrant and focussed eyes were gazing out of the windshield of the car. It was like his mind was working but Ernst couldn’t see what it was working on.

“Thank you, Hanschen. You know, no one has ever said that bef-”

If Ernst didn’t know how to react to a compliment, he definitely didn’t know how to react when he felt Hanschen’s hand grab his arm and press his lips against Ernst’s.

At first, his whole body tensed up. But about a second later, as Hanschen’s hand moved to the back on Ernst’s head, the smaller man relaxed against the touch. He could practically feel himself melting into Hanschen.

Am I so awful, to stumble only when I'm walking with another? Is it a blunder to die alone and sublime? Sublime. Alone and sublime. Alone and sublime.

The kiss had a certain fire to it. There was something desperate about the way Hanschen’s rough lips were pressing against Ernst’s. But the kiss was fragile, like they were both kissing lips made of glass and resisting the urge to devour one another whole.

He was warm and cold and rough and soft all at the same time. And he was cradling Ernst as if this car were the only thing in the universe.

Ernst had just managed to move his arms up and around Hanschen’s neck when the embrace was suddenly broke. Hanschen had pulled away and was quickly backing away from Ernst.

“Hanschen...I…” Ernst gasped for air, realizing only now that he hadn’t been breathing that whole time. But his words fell upon deaf ears as Hanschen opened the passenger door and got out without so much as a look back.

And all Ernst could do was watch as he walked into his apartment complex.

This is a spilling of the guts. Without intent to make a fuss. I feel like I ain't even here. You may just watch me disappear.

Step Six: Give Your Cat (Or Cute Boy Who Abandoned You in a Parked Car) Some Space

“Do you know why he hasn’t been hanging out lately?”

“What?” Ernst asked, finally snapping out of the staring contest he had been having with his reflection in Moritz’s rearview mirror. “Oh, who?”

“Hanschen,” He explained with an exhausted tone. Just the name sent a shiver down Ernst's spine. Was it anxiety or arousal? He didn’t even know. “He didn’t come to the movies with us, he made an excuse to get out of going hiking last week, and he didn’t even respond when I invited him to Anna’s birthday party. Do you know what his problem is?”

Yes.

“No.”

Moritz parked his car and got out in a series of awkward, clunky movements. “Well if he shows up tonight I’m going to bash his head in with this plate of brownies. And that would ruin game night. Can you grab those for me, by the way.”

The two arrived at the front door of Melchior and Wendla’s house, with a cute little ‘Love Lives Here’ sign on the front door that Wendla probably put up and Melchior hadn’t bothered to take down or vandalize yet. They had hoped to be greeted with friendliness and graciousness, seeing that they had shown up with a plate full of famous Stiefel Double Fudge Brownies. But when Wendla opened the door, her face was angry and serious.

“Wendy, how are yo-” Moritz began, but her swift glare cut him off. The two suddenly realized how alike her and Melchior were becoming.

“You wouldn’t believe who just showed up.”

The pair entered the small house, peering into the kitchen to see a handful of others standing in a circle with beers in their hand and talking in hushed voices.

When Ernst bounced in with a happy “Hey, guys!” The whole room turned to look at him. “What?”

“Ernst, buddy,” Anna muttered and wheeled herself over to Ernst. “Have you seen the guest in the living room?”

Everyone else looked expectantly at the small man. He stared back in confusion before it suddenly dawned on him what was happening.

Lying on the living room floor on his back, was a tall, muscular man in a pair of well fitting jeans and a blissful look. He had his feet up on the seat next to him, absentmindedly flipping through the pages of a Scientific American  magazine. If Ernst hadn’t known any better, he would have though Hanschen hadn’t noticed him. But he did know better. He also knew what it meant that Hanschen was openly lounging in front of him, exposed and vulnerable.

Step Seven: Be Patient

“Hanschen.”

“Ernst.”

Silence. Hanschen didn’t look up from his magazine. But he remained in that position, stretched out and comfortable. But Ernst refused to cave. He planted his feet firmly in the doorway, arms crossed and eyes locked on Hanschen.

“I don’t like you staring.”

“Where have you been?”

Hanschen finally looked up, tilting his head back to stare right back at Ernst. “Around. Are you going to come in?”

Finally, Ernst moved from the doorway and sat on the ground a foot away from Hanschen’s head. In well planned movements, he reached out and took the magazine right out of his hands.  “So. Where have you been these past two weeks.”

“What do you mean?” Hanschen drawled even though he knew what Ernst meant. He just wanted Ernst to continued.

With a sigh, Ernst reached down and laid a hand on Hanschen’s shoulder. The contact made Hanschen open his eyes a bit wider, and shift a bit closer to Ernst. But that’s exactly what Ernst hoped for. “You’ve been ghosting us for the past two weeks.”

“I haven’t been ghosting you.”

“Cause I haven’t been trying to contact you.”

“Why not?”

Ernst’s hand slowly moved up to the side of Hanschen’s neck. He moved his fingers in tiny, soft circles. Hanschen pressed against his hand gently. “Because I just guessed that, by the way you acted that night, that you didn’t want to see me.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean.”

Hanschen’s eyes fluttered closed and his chest began to move up and down deeply. Ernst noticed yet again how broad and strong Hanschen’s chest was. And the insane urge to just bury his face in it right then and there on the Bergmann-Gabor living room floor. Instead, he listened to Hanschen’s deep voice coming from that chest. “I just didn’t have anything else to say. “

“So you just dropped off the face of the earth for two weeks?” Ernst asked expectantly. “What happened in my car that made you want to just disappear?”

“I didn’t leave. I’ve been at my house.”

“Why?”

“Cause I wanted to.”

Ernst’s thin fingers moved up to Hanschen’s hair. The shaggy, straight strands of hay colored hair that normally fell around his face with such careless and wild abandoned were softer than Ernst imagined. Almost as soon as Ernst touched Hanschen’s hair, the boy on the ground rolled onto his side, facing Ernst of course, and laid he head in Ernst’s lap. He looked serene and calm as the fingers played with his hair.

“Well you shouldn’t do that. We were worried about you. We were mad at you.”

“Were you mad?”

After a pause, Ernst responded, “Not really.”

Blue eyes opened quickly, looking at Ernst with a gaze full of muted wonder.  “Who are you to tell me that I can’t do that?”

“Your boyfriend.”

Hanschen’s body suddenly tensed. But he didn’t move. He stayed right there in Ernst’s lap. And after he relaxed again and a soft smile spread on his lips, Ernst continued. “Well, that is, if our date goes well.”

“Who said we’re going on a date?”

“Me,” Ernst stated plainly. The tone of his voice made Hanschen’s stomach feel all fuzzy and made him want to just wrap around Ernst for the rest of the night. “I mean, I’m assuming by your actions in the car that you’re ok with that?”

“More than ok with it,” Was all Hanschen replied with and let the silence hang in the room. If Ernst had learned anything, he learned that Hanschen didn’t mind the silences.  If anything, he liked them more than talking.

And he liked laying in Ernst’s arms.

“Are you two…okay?” Melchior’s voice came from the entrance of the kitchen. The two in question looked up from one another to see the rest of the group behind him, waiting with baited breath.

“Yes,” Hanschen said and sat up, keeping his back to the others. “Ernst and I were just talking about the car incident.”

“The car incident?” Ilse asked, taking a small step into the living room.

“The car incident?” Echoed Ernst in a much smaller voice.

Standing, Hanschen responded in his Trademark nonchalant fashion, “The incident where we made out in Ernst’s car to some emo indie song and how I’ve been avoiding you since I left Ernst sitting there with a hard on and more high school angst than an actual teenager.”

The disbelief in their friend’s faces looked like a shot from the cheesiest sitcom ever made. But all Ernst could do was chuckle.

“Well, you’re not wrong. But that could have been said with a BIT more consideration.”

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A Town Called Mercy - Doctor Who blog

(SPOILER WARNING: The following is an in-depth critical analysis. If you haven’t seen this episode yet, you may want to before reading this review)

Toby Whithouse writing a Western episode? Now this should be exciting!

...

Pity it isn’t.

Okay, that’s not entirely fair. It’s not a bad premise and the first half of A Town Called Mercy is actually pretty good for the most part. A cyborg gunslinger is threatening the nearby town of Mercy, refusing to let anyone out unless they hand over an alien doctor called Kahler-Jex. It’s a great setup and there’s a lot to love. Mercy itself looks incredible. I’ve always had a bit of a soft spot for Westerns, and this captures the best of the genre. The mysterious stranger that walks into town, the dark antihero out for revenge, but has a kind heart underneath, the morbid undertaker, the noble sheriff trying to keep the peace, it’s all there. Not even Matt Smith’s childish goofiness could ruin it for me. I also love the Gunslinger. He’s a sympathetic character and the makeup design is brilliant. One of the best ‘monster’ designs I’ve ever seen in this show. Ben Browder was good as the sheriff Isaac and I did initially like the character of Jex, played by Adrian Scarborough (Look @furrychimp, it’s Mr. Jolly from Psychoville! XD).

Then comes the moral dilemma, which starts off so promisingly. Turns out Jex, the nice, cuddly alien doctor who gave Mercy electricity and heating and a cure for cholera, is actually a war criminal. The man responsible for performing brutal experiments on his own people in order to win a war, and the Gunslinger is in fact one of his victims out for revenge. Awkward.

There’s a lot of potential there, isn’t there? Much more interesting and complex than the Daleks wanting to take over the Earth for the ten billionth time. Unfortunately this is all undermined by Whithouse apparently not trusting the audience to understand this dilemma for themselves. A lot of this episode seems to consist of Jex blatantly spelling out for us in black and white either things we already know or things we could have worked out for ourselves.

“It would be so much simpler if I was just one thing, wouldn't it? The mad scientist who made that killing machine, or the physician who's dedicated his life to serving this town. The fact that I'm both bewilders you."

Yeah. Thanks for that. Perhaps you should go on Mastermind. Name: Kahler-Jex. Specialist Subject: The Fucking Obvious.

Sitting the audience down like we’re fucking idiots and explaining all the moral quandaries to us just lessens the impact of it. It’s annoying. For instance, it’s possible to draw comparisons between Jex’s actions and the Doctor’s in the Time War. It’s a nice subtle thing that makes the Doctor’s behaviour that much more impactful and the conflict much more interesting. Or at least it could have been if Jex didn’t draw attention to it with his clunky and cliched ‘looking at you is like looking into a mirror’ line. How about crediting the audience with some intelligence?

So the Doctor gets pissed off and chucks Jex over the line before pointing a gun at him. And like with Solomon’s death in Dinosaurs On A Spaceship, people for some reason have a problem with this. Okay, time out for a minute. Have any of you lot ever actually watched Doctor Who before? I don’t know where you’ve got this idea that the Doctor is a gun fearing pacifist from, but it’s grade A bollocks. The Doctor has done violent things before. The Doctor has even used a gun before. Okay, he only resorts to those actions if there’s no other choice and will always try to find a peaceful solution if he can, but he’s never been above getting his hands dirty. For some strange reason, over time people have taken this from a man who only resorts to violence when he has no other choice to a man who NEVER resorts to violence EVER.

The thing is it’s one thing for the fans to hold this blatantly incorrect opinion that the Doctor is a pacifist, but it’s another thing entirely when the writers start buying into that bullshit too. First there’s Amy who asks “since when did killing someone become an option?”, which is just a profoundly odd thing to ask. What, did the millions of Cybermen that the Doctor killed in A Good Man Goes To War in order to find her not count? What about all the Silence who died in Day Of The Moon? What about Solomon in the previous episode? That’s quite a selective memory you’ve got there Amy. And then later on during the mandatory lynch mob scene, we get the Doctor dropping the clunker that ‘violence doesn’t end violence’, which is just beyond moronic. Look, no sane minded person wants to resort to violence. Nobody wants to go to war or fight people deep down. Of course we should always try to find a peaceful solution and diplomacy is great when it works, but sometimes that’s just not an option. We sometimes have to resort to violence in order to defend ourselves or for the greater good. It’s not ideal, but that’s the reality of life. I’m not saying the Doctor needs to be a violent antihero or anything. What I am saying is that both the writers and the fans need to stop over simplifying the Doctor’s character and the conflicts he encounters to such an idiotic degree.

So back to what I was saying, the Doctor points a gun at Jex, which I have no problem with by the way and neither should you (besides the Doctor reels it back in when he says he genuinely doesn’t know if he could pull the trigger, so it’s still very much in character thank you very much), and Amy starts to scold him for his behaviour. On the surface this seems to be a powerful character moment for Amy, but if you look closely it actually doesn’t work at all. See the Doctor raises a very good point, saying he wants to honour the victims first and that he agonises over the people who have died because of his mercy. This is something the show rarely touches on. The Doctor often moralises over whether it’s right to kill villains like the Daleks or the Master and usually shows mercy, which is all very well, but he never takes into account the number of people who die as a result of his merciful actions. I think this is the first time in the show’s history that the Doctor has ever acknowledged this. That his mercy toward enemies like the Daleks have led to some truly horrific consequences. At a glance it looks like Amy’s talk about how they need to be better than Jex addresses this, but it actually doesn’t because that’s not an answer to the point the Doctor has raised. She basically just reiterates the Doctor’s usual position. That doing good now lets you off of any negative consequences later on. This isn’t an answer to the dilemma, but the problem is the Doctor treats it as though it is. What’s the point of raising big questions if you’re just going to gloss over them?

It’s at this point the entire episode starts to fall apart. The minute Jex is revealed to be a war criminal, he suddenly morphs into this pantomime villain constantly trying to goad the Doctor only to then revert back to his nice, cuddly self at the end when it’s time for him to make his honourable sacrifice. This isn’t a morally grey character. This is more like dissociative identity disorder. Even the Gunslinger’s character starts to become a shambles. The rules surrounding his morality don’t make the slightest bit of sense. He creates a line around the town and orders them to hand Jex over to him so no innocent lives will be lost, but there’s a moment where Jex is is standing right in front of the Gunslinger inside the line. Why doesn’t the Gunslinger just shoot him? The only thing stopping him is a line of his own making. Then later he makes a mockery of the whole ‘no innocent lives’ rule by marching right into town and threatening to kill everyone unless they hand Jex over, which begs the question why he didn’t just do that in the first place.

And what’s the Doctor’s plan? Get everyone to put on face paint and run around to distract the Gunslinger while Jex escapes. Fuck me, it’s just as well the Gunslinger did show mercy in the end with the townsfolk, otherwise the Doctor would have been responsible for more deaths thanks to his own mercy (oh the irony). Also, face paint? I thought the Gunslinger was tracking Jex via his clothes. Now it’s facial markings? In fact, doesn’t the Gunslinger already know what Jex looks like? Why not just search for him specifically? He had no problem picking the Doctor out using his advanced targeting, facial recognition software thing. Why not do the same with Jex? It’s all just daft.

I’m really annoyed by this. Everything started off so well. All the ingredients were there for an intelligent, morally complex episode as well as a great tribute to the Western genre, but it’s all ultimately ruined by some truly sloppy writing on Whithouse’s part. Damn it!

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