#event: repression

[divine-swordsmaster]

Elliot sits on a finished generator, trying to hush something in his delivery bag during a round. He then quickly realizes he wasn't as alone as he wished he'd be. He spots the other and tries to calmly greet.

"Ahah.. Hey, Shed.." He nervously smiles.

@wealwaysdeliverr

-> Huh... Something looks different about the sentinel. Which is... Very fucking obvious given the fact the sentinel never seemed to wear robes before. Black and gold in color, a belt with a pouch wrapped around his waist. "What are you hiding, friend?" -> He chuckles, one of his eyes peeking through the shadow his robes' hood casted.

[divine-swordsmaster]

-> He smiles and lifts his arms up slightly, his one eye peeking out through the shadow casted by his robes' hood. "It's been so long since I've last seen you, my dear.... Shedletsky has been keeping you all to himself!" -> He joked and stepped closer, grabbing ahold of the other's hands.

"It's been a while, hasn't it, Builderman?" - @divine-swordsmaster [TELAMON]

Builderman's mouth dropped to the floor the instant he turned around. Christ, it really had been a while! The hell was Telamon doing here?

"Telamon...?"

[da-janela-lateral]

"Mob has black eyes" "Mob has red eyes" listen What If

[mcchi-ken]

fiddauthor galore featuring: another pmmm crossover, me getting the hang of drawing that wonky man (fiddleford), and a wip

the last one is a very obscure entirely italian reference but if you get it. i will give you a little kiss 😋 little hint: its a music video. you know this song. your dad loves it. there's the word gravity in it thats why i chose it

[yoroshiu]

Love how in the universe of Kingdom Hearts, there's no therapy, there's only sleep, repression, darkness, and extremism (or all of it if you're feeling a little bold)

[beginner-survivalist]

"Thank you." There isn't much else to say to him right now, but they really do appreciate what he's done for them.

They take the cola into their hand, flicking the tab down as it clicked open. Resting the can on their leg after they finished taking a small sip.

It's bland. They knew it'd taste bland, but they kind of miss when it had a flavor. Oh well!

Hopefully Elliot's okay..

-> A figure was standing in the doorway to one of the little respawn cabins, a figure dressed in gray and black robes with yellow accents. They had a sword too... Was that Shedletsky? - @divine-swordsmaster [TELAMON]

They look towards him, squinting to get a better look. Familiar. Shedletsky? No.. is it? If it is, why is he so dressed up?

They don't make any move away from or towards him, figuring that if he's here for them he'd say that. Is that even Shedletsky? This guy seemed a little more.. ominous. They decide to just stay put.

[jude-harley]

their reactions have me CACKLING

maggie is so damn excited

bonus gil:

[the-stars-are-warring]

Delta Squad Week Day 1

Yippee! Finished a thing for an event and I even met the (alt) prompt! (You're Hurt)

Today its Scorch and Fixer cause they're not presented as a duo very often.

Scorch pops the seal on his helmet and inhales. The LAARTI's engines hum and he relishes the sound. "You know? I don't think I'm going to miss this planet." Sev snorts and Boss's helmet twitches like he's rolling his eyes.

"Put your shab'la helmet back on." Fixer snaps and Scorch groans.

"Would you relax Fixer. Mission accomplished we're on exf-" Something explodes behind them and Scorch shuts up and goes to pull his helmet back on but then the floor bucks under him and Scorch grabs for the wall (floor? Ceiling?) with the image of Boss mid-stagger with Sev falling into him as the last thing he remembers seeing before he wraps his arms over his head and bounces off of something as they hit the ground.

Then the next thing Scorch knows his ears are ringing and his teeth ache like he's been clenching them.

"Shab." He unfolds himself carefully. There's blood on his upper arm- and he can feel it running down the side of his face when he moves.

He can still feel his extremities though and his legs and arms listen when he rolls over and scrambles towards the daylight visible through the buckled metal of the hull.

"Six-two? Scorch!!"

He glances up in time to see Fixer's helmet as he grabs Scorch's arm and hauls him the rest of the way out of the wreckage. There's a gouge mark across Fixer's chest. Shrapnel probably.

"All good here." Scorch reports as Fixer hauls him upright.

"You're bleeding. Di'kut." Fixer snaps, pulling him away from the wreck. Scorch glances back at the Laarti. The pilot did a damn-fine job of setting them down, it's almost upright, and they didn't even snap off the wing that wasn't hit by a shab'la missile.

"Scorch!" There's unmistakable relief in Sev's voice as he darts over to them. Scorch eyes Sev critically.

"Many more of these landings and you're gonna look like Omega with their nice stealth armour." Scorch comments indicating the burn mark along the right side of Sev's armour.

"big talk for a man with half a face." Sev snaps back.

"Scorch - Fixer?" Boss is here too.

"Squad accounted for." Fixer reports.

"I'm good." Scorch agrees.

Boss looks at him, tilt of the helmet skeptical.

"Pilot is pinned in the cockpit." Sev reports - "I think he's OK too." Boss nods sharply.

"Ok, Sev, and I will get the pilot, Fourty - "

"Pull tracking data out of the cockpit if you can." Fixer interrupts. "I'll get the bleeding stopped here."

Boss nods and grabs Sev's shoulder. The two of them head back towards the downed laarti as Fixer turns to Scorch.

"Hold Still."

"Aw come on, Fixer I'm fine."

"You're hurt." Fixer says, unmoved. "And probably concussed."

Scorch rolls his eyes. "And it's Taunsday."

Fixer grunts and grabs Scorch's slightly longer than regulation hair, tilting the demolition expert's head to one side. Scorch flinches.

"Shab that stings!"

"Because you've got a piece of shrapnel in your neck." Fixer says.

"And lucky me, you've still got half an ear. Not that you'll use it to listen to regulations. Like keeping your Shabla bucket on." Scorch winces as Fixer releases him and fishes in one of his pockets for supplies, retrieving some topical bacta gel, pliers, disinfectant. It was stupid to pull off his helmet - but now Fixer is acting worried.

"Will I die?" Scorch asks brightly and Fixer exhales through his nose, the sound hissing through the voice projector in his helmet.

"Pretty sure your brain died in the incubation chamber and the rest of you just hasn't noticed yet Mir'sheb."

Scorch cackles. then hisses as Fixer grabs his head again.

"Hey! You don't have to hold on to me you know?"

"I told you to sit still and you didn't" Fixer retorts, cocking his head and spreading some of the bacta gel over the side of Scorch's skull.

"Ow." Scorch complains but his brother just tilts his head the other direction turning his attention to Scorch's neck.

"You're a pain in my Shebs you know that? Stop moving."

"Aw you say the nicest thi-" Scorch breaks off with a yelp as something is pulled from his neck. Before he can really react though, Fixer stuffs a bacta dressing into the wound.

"Fierfek" Scorch manages once he's gotten his breath back hand pressed to his neck regardless of the fact Fixer is already holding the dressing in place. "It didn't shabla hurt before you started poking me."

"I could put some of it back in if you want." Fixer offers, deadpan lifting a piece of metal as wide as his thumb and nearly twice as long with the pliers. Scorch leans away.

"Your bedside manner is Osik. Be a miracle if I ever set foot in a hospital ever again."

"You wearing your damn buy'ce that' be the miracle." Fixer snaps back, pulling his hand free, leaving Scorch to hold the dressing in place.

"Think it'll scar?" Scorch asks as Fixer circles him, looking for more shrapnel. "Apparently ladies like scars." Fixer pauses to stare at him for a second. Scorch wonders if now is a bad time to go for his record of 'most times I made Fixer sigh loudly in ten minutes' and then remembers he doesn't have his bucket or HUD to track the time.

"Well if we ever end up on triple zero again you let me know how it goes testing that theory." Fixer says finally, He leans in again using the small set of pliers to pull a few more slivers of metal out of Scorch's neck and jaw.

Scorch flinches again and Fixer grunts in frustration grabbing the demolition expert's hair again to hold his head still.

"Ow" Scorch emphasizes. "You did that on purpose."

Again the strange - tinney sound the helmet vocoder makes when Fixer sighs. "If you'd worn your shabla helmet we wouldn't be doing this at all." He pulls another few pieces of metal from Scorch's skin.

"Alright alright I get it." Scorch tries to inch away but Fixer's fingers just tighten in his hair. "OWCH, I'm sorry ok? And I swear from now on I'll never take off my helmet unless we're safe in a base or on a Venerator."

"Alright. Alright." Fixer releases Scorch and throws his hands up. "The rest can wait till we get back and a med-droid can look after you." The two of them lapse into silence for a moment as Fixer passes Scorch a bit of bacta gel to smear on his neck.

Fixer is done cleaning the pliers and is tucking things methodically back into his belt when Boss and Sev reappear.

"Got the pilot." Boss reports, walking a half-step behind the other clone like he half expects to have to catch him.

"And some discarded junk." Sev tosses a helmet and Scorch catches it, turning it over to inspect it.

"Check it out Fixer, new scratch!" Fixer's helmet jerks as he rolls his eyes.

"Dik'ut"

[funkily]

just so we're on the same page not a single character from wkm was straight

[automatic-midnight]

I like how no matter how people view Misato x Ritsuko in terms of their relationship in the past or present, there is an agreed consensus that Ritsuko was undoubtedly in love with Misato during college.

[divine-swordsmaster]

-> His head feel fuzzy, a constant buzz zipping between his ears as his mind spiraled further and further into something he didn't want. -> The front mind, the subconscious mind, everything worked in mysterious ways. -> It seems like 1x isn't the only thing born from Shedletsky... [TELAMON] is now available for asks [SHEDLETSKY] is unavailable for asks

I am going to make this known right now: Telamon is NOT the product of a trauma/trauma centered condition like DID or other personality disorders of the like Telamon, much like 1x, is a manifestation of a certain emotion that Shedletsky is feeling. In Telamon's case it's all of the self-doubt and self-esteem issues that Sheds suffers with. Again, I will repeat this: TELAMON IS NOT THE PRODUCT OF SOMETHING LIKE DID. PLEASE DO NOT CLAIM HE IS.

[chemical-processes]

I think the description of Benson and Randy's relationship as "parasocial" is quite apt. Benson says "I've been watching you, and I know for a fact..." He posits that Randy is not like anyone else in their small shitty town, that there's something uniquely 'fixable' about him. It's something that Benson stakes most of his motivation on throughout the movie 'it was the only thing I believed' and in some ways this is reflected in Randy as truth, but sometimes the character traits Benson projects onto Randy just fall short of reality. Randy says that his mom held him back a grade and Benson paints the picture of a domineering authority figure that Randy must rebel against, And clearly believes this is the case based on the tenacity with which he listens to--and disapproves of-- Randy's conversation with his mother on the phone. However listening to the conversation is just dull. His mom does come across as over bearing, pointing out the number of rings it took him to pick up, but she's otherwise normal compared to the image Benson seems to have of her. Same with Lisa. Benson strolled into the mall with Randy as though a great revelation was to be made, like Lisa was this monumental event in Randy's life, but Randy and Lisa's relationship was underwhelming. They were briefly dating in highschool and they broke it off rather amicably because Randy was not an emotionally fulfilling partner to Lisa. Randy claims not to know why Lisa broke up with him, and to Benson this is an injustice, but in reality it's just Randy being a little obtuse and naive about Lisa's emotional needs. Lisa could've been more transparent about why the relationship ended but they were kids, and she took the path of little resistance, likely in an attempt to spare Randy's feelings. There's nothing unique or life-altering about Lisa and Randy. Benson seems to project this false narrative onto Randy--and the rest of the world, tbh-- that is further highlighted by Marsha's character, who is another NPC that Benson decides to codify within his world view. Marsha once again deviates from the role Benson believes she fits in, standing up to him and rebelling against the notion that all other people in this town are aimless and complacent. Part of me wondered, after they went to Beard's house, why Randy's 'transformation' felt flat for me, and part of it is because the journey Randy takes is somewhat belied by the fact that Benson did not do any of that for Randy. Not any real version of Randy, anyway. Benson did it for a made up version of Randy in his head and he went along with it because there was a gun at his back.

[greenerteacups]

Love how Draco goes from desperate pining mess to overconfident smug prat in .0001 seconds once it finally clicks that Hermione fancies him back

draco at the end of chapter 63: i'm miserable. i'm worthless. i'm unlovable. no one look at me. my life has no meaning and my friends only claim to desire my presence as feeble gestures of pity and charity. hermione probably wants me dead.

draco at the end of chapter 64: I Am Your God And None Of You Fuckers Can Take Me

[awoooniper]

hello friends and welcome to the thinking about killua zoldyk block of your dash. i’m thinking about killua zoldyk. have you thought about out killua zoldyk? think about killua zoldyk with me.

[unionizedwizard]

Tell us the CUTSEY-EST thing Irma does. There must be something. One (1) single moment of cutesy

hmmmmm well she DID make a bed for her carbuncle and sewed fun carbuncle-themed cushions for it too. and a soft blanket. it's all very cute. she adamantly denies any anthropomorphism or attachment on account that "it's just an arcane entity i manipulate". the carbuncle nesting area is hidden behind her bed in the rising stones and also an open secret

a lot of her ARR combat strategies involved using her carbuncle as a decoy or fetch quest helper (there are limits to the sheer firepower of arcanima!), in particular the wind-aspected aethersand fetch quest (:

[year-of-whump-tropes]

Month 1, Week 2 Prompts

Monthly theme: Living Weapon Whump

Weekly theme: Emotion removal/repression

Day 1:

Emotionless

Going through the motions

Day 2:

Breaking down

“Are you okay?” “I have not sustained any damage.” “I meant like…emotionally.”

Day 3:

Silent tears

Attack dog living weapon or killing machine living weapon? Why?

Day 4:

Leaning into conditioning to escape the pain

“Weapons don’t have feelings”

Day 5:

Detached

What part of living weapon whump most appeals to you?

Day 6:

Unsure how to feel

“Something’s wrong.”

Day 7:

Malfunction

"It's better this way"