#lambda squad | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

internetskiff · 1 year ago

Text

Something about Gordon Freeman that's extremely fascinating is how he was basically forced into the "Messiah" role by complete accident. Dude was on his way to work, caught in an extremely awful lab accident, and he was just fighting for his life so brutally that he ended up taking down an entire army, making the other less capable or equipped scientists assign him as the one that would go in and take down the Nihilanth - I mean, they basically didn't have many other options, or at least not many better options at their disposal. The whole time he basically doesn't have much of a say in any of it, which means he was practically railroaded into becoming the G-Man's employee by pure circumstance.

Doesn't get any better in Half Life 2 either - the surviving Black Mesa staff have turned this man they potentially sent to die into a legend amongst the resistance movement. The Vortigaunts chant his name as they draw murals on the canal walls. The Lambda - a symbol of both the Lambda Labs but most notably the symbol on the HEV suit - now symbolizes liberation. Therefore, of course, the man who bears this symbol is the liberator. By the ending chapters of Half Life 2, Freeman commands entire squads of rebels, appointed the leader regardless of how good a tactician he actually is - if they die, they died for him, not because of him. As long as he gets to the Citadel and breaches it's wall, all those deaths would be worth it - once again, others send him into a near-inhospitable environment to take down a near-invincible threat.

I think that despite us being in control of Freeman for most of the series, the real protagonists of the story are the Vance family. Eli, too, was right at ground zero when the Resonance Cascade occurred. He is the leader of the Resistance. It's very possible that he's the one who spread word of Freeman throughout City 17. The fall of Nova Prospekt AND the Citadel occurred as a result of Eli's capture. In the Combine's eyes, the Vances are a threat equal to, if not greater than Freeman himself. That, and the Vances have something Freeman doesn't - agency. They're beyond the G-Man's control. They're beyond the Combine's control. Their actions are completely their own, with no third party to control every single step they take. Over the course of the Episodes, it feels as though the dynamic shifts, with Alyx becoming a much more vital figure. The Combine are specifically after her now, because she carries the code capable of disrupting the portal through which the Combine could send reinforcements and finally consume Earth. In both the Epistle 3 script and in Half Life Alyx it ends with her basically taking Freeman's position under the G-Man's employ. She quite literally takes the role of the Main Character away from Gordon. This, of course, is nothing to envy, because it's been repeatedly shown that any character assuming this role in the series ends up being reduced to nothing but a pawn for those who control them. It's an extremely fascinating spin on the linear nature of the games, canonically acknowledging you're doing nothing but marching along a path someone else made for you. Despite being the one free man, you're not offered much of a choice.

#hl #hl2 #hl 2 #half life #half life 2 #gordon freeman #alyx vance #eli vance #the combine #g man #gman #the gman #rambling #had thoughts on this for a while but only recently managed to formulate them

680 notes · View notes

no-goodbyes-no-regrets · 2 months ago

Text

So this was meant to be posted April 21st for the @bucktommycharityrace but because life REALLY hasn't been life-ing the way it should these past few weeks it is now May 1st and still only half finished 🤦‍♀️

But I don't want to be too much of a asshole and not post at all, so I'm posting the half that's done now as a part 1, and official permission to the entire fandom to get on my case about finishing the second part ASAP.

and if you have a little extra cash, consider donating to ACLU or Lambda Legal (there's still a little bit of time!)

---

Two beers and a kitten (AO3)

(title inspired by that "test" to determine how you feel about someone - if you would like to have two beers with them, and if you would let them look after your puppy for a weekend)

---

“Did you have a pet as a kid?” Buck asked, turning around and propping himself up on his elbow.

They were in bed, tired from spending the day with Sal and his family for their youngest daughter's 9th birthday.

"My mom loved birds. We had all kinds of them for years. She taught us how to look after them and how to hold them. We even had this African grey parrot that had been with her since she was a teenager. It loved her, but couldn't stand my dad. Clearly it had great taste."

Buck gave him a small smile.

“So that's where your love of flying comes from.”

Tommy laughed.

“Yeah, maybe. That doesn't explain Don though."

“Well you said it had great taste.” Buck said and they both laughed. “Don't tell him I said that, he'll sic his squad on me.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from my big bad brother.” Tommy teased.

Buck had met Tommy’s twin brother Donovan only a handful of times, a few family dinners and other get togethers with his partner Dominique, and once on the job in full tac gear with some kind of rifle in his hand.

That time had been during his and Tommy’s break up, and Donovan had come up to him and told him to stop being an idiot, because his brother probably never would.

And even though he was used to Athena’s patented disappointed but not surprised looks, it had been kind of intimidating. Especially since he talked with his hands, and one of those had been holding the gun.

He pushed the thought out of his mind and decided it was time for another family barbeque. Maybe he’d invite the whole 118 family too, and Tommy’s crew from Harbor.

He got comfortable in bed and watched Tommy rub his eyes and put his book away on the nightstand.

“Nothing else? No dogs or cats?” he asked, continuing their earlier conversation.

Tommy blinked a few times and Buck watched him backtrack the last 15 minutes in his head to remember what they were talking about.

“My nonna, my grandma on my mother's side, had this yappy little dog. It tolerated me, but it loved Don. And we had guinea pigs for a while. They were a present from an aunt who had one that had had babies. But when the last one died my mom was already sick so we didn't dare ask for new ones.” Tommy paused and seemed to get lost on memories for a moment until buck squeezed his hand as quiet support. “What about you? Did you and Maddie have any pets growing up?”

Buck snorted.

“You've met my parents, you know what they were like when I was a kid, do you really think they would have gotten a pet on top of that?” he shook his head. “I always wanted a dog though. I used to run around with our neighbour's border collie. We'd go to this dog park and play fetch for an afternoon. Until it got arthritis and wasn’t allowed to run anymore.”

“I always wanted a dog too.” Tommy told him. “But first there was the army, and then the LAFD shifts... It just wouldn't be fair on a dog, you know.”

“Yeah.” Buck agreed and wrapped an arm around his waist. “Maybe when we're both retired. We'll have more time and we can get a dog.”

“You're thinking about retirement already? You’re not even 40.”

Buck gave a one armed shrug.

“Just thinking ahead.”

They were silent for a while until Buck shifted to look at Tommy.

“I think we should get a cat. They’re easy to care for and more independent than dogs. And if we both work overnights we can get someone to come feed them, maybe Maddie and Jee, and still spend time with them when we're home. They wouldn't need walking and we can just... hang out.”

He was getting excited and rolled over to grab his phone from the night stand.

“We can go to a shelter and see if we can meet some of the cats to see if there's a click.”

“Maybe this one? It's cute right? And its name is donut! How cute is that?”

He continued to show Tommy more pictures of shelter cats, who wondered how they had gone from a conversation about childhood pets, to possibly adopting a cat.

“We’re both off next Wednesday, we can go to the shelter and see if there are any cats we like. And that like us.” He continued. “Or I could pick you up after your shift on Tuesday. The website says they’re open until six.”

“Don’t you have a shift on Thursday?”

“Friday.” Buck corrected him. “But if we keep waiting for the perfect time, it’ll never happen. Sometimes you just have to settle for the best time right now.”

Tommy narrowed his eyes at him.

“Did you get that from Bobby’s mother? It sounds like her faith healing… stuff.”

Buck laughed a little.

“No. Bobby himself actually. When he was in hospital after the lab explosion. Though maybe he did get it from her.”

“We’ll just name our cat after him as thanks.” Tommy decided and gently plucked Buck’s phone out of his hand and put it on the nightstand. “But now I need sleep, I’ve been used as a jungle gym all day, I’m exhausted.” He turned off the lights and pulled Buck down under the covers with him.

“So you want to get a cat too?”

“Baby as long as you let me sleep now, I’ll adopt every stray cat in the city with you.”

---

“Hey Buckley, come to pick up your man?” Casey, one of Tommy's coworkers called out to him when he walked into the hangar Tuesday afternoon. Technically they had decided to hold off on the shelter until Wednesday when they had more time, but Buck had spent most of his day off scrolling through pages of cats from various shelters and he was excited for Tommy to see them too. Preferably in person.

“Yup, is he ready?”

“I think he's still in there getting changed.” Casey pointed her thumb in the general direction of the locker room. “Just go on through, but keep it PG though yeah? I've seen enough of Kinard's bare ass over the years to last me a lifetime.”

Buck laughed.

“Don't worry, that ass is off limits for anyone but me these days. Though it is a very nice ass so maybe I’ll let you have a look next time.”

“Whose ass are we talking about?” Tommy asked, coming out of the locker room, hair still wet from his shower.

“Yours.” Buck told him and kissed him hello. “And Casey agreed it’s a great one.”

“I always knew you had a secret thing for me, Case.”

“Oh yeah, I can hardly control myself around you. I better go take a cold shower before I go home and cry myself to sleep over the fact you love another.” Casey good naturedly rolled her eyes and left to go get her own stuff and make her way home.

Tommy jokingly blew her a kiss before turning to Buck.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, because I’m absolutely always happy to see you… but why are you here? Did I forget something? Did we have plans?”

“No, I just came to pick you up because I felt like it.”

“You… felt like driving all the way out here on your day off?”

“I took an Uber actually. So we won’t have to leave one car behind and come back for it later.”

“Ok… so you paid for someone to take you all the way out here because you felt like it?”

“I just wanted to see you, is that so bad?”

“We live in the same house. We share a bed most days.”

“Ok maybe I didn’t just want to see you…” Buck started, ignoring Tommy’s raised eyebrow of indignance. “Maybe there is someone I want you to meet.”

“Uh…”

“Look. Just look and keep an open mind ok?” Buck pulled his phone out of his pocket and tapped the screen a few times. “I found the perfect cat for us. He’s orange, he’s really cute, he loves kids, and his name is Fuego. Fire.” He turned the screen towards Tommy.

“And he’s adopted.”

“Yeah, I know he’s really cute and I think he would be a great fit for our family and - ”

“No, Evan, I mean he’s been adopted. Someone has adopted him. Or is planning to at least.”

“What?” Buck turned the phone back around and frowned at the screen. “I checked before I came here…”

“I guess you weren’t the only one looking.” Tommy said, wrapping an arm around his waist. “We’ll find another cat. One that’s as perfect for us as this one. We’ll just go to the shelter tomorrow and spend some time with their cats, see which one likes us.”

“Maybe we can go now after all? I-if you’re not too tired from your shift? I mean it’s still early and dinner is taken care of, we just need to heat it up tonight and the shelter isn’t far from here-.”

Tommy cut him off with two fingers under his chin and a soft press of lips.

“Works every time.” He mumbled when he pulled back.

He guided Evan over to his car and threw his bag in the back before getting behind the wheel.

“So where is this shelter?”

#bucktommy #tevan #bucktommy fic #tevan fic #my writing

21 notes · View notes

promised-daisy · 5 months ago

Text

They, infact, did not get that photo back

#the promised neverland #tpn #tpn manga #tpn emma #tpn ray #tpn zazie #tpn vincent #tpn cislo #tpn Barbara #lambda squad #tpn lambda #tpn norman #I lied they gave the Emma half of the picture back #they heart their boss very much #lambda squad you mean so much to me

134 notes · View notes

ladyveronikawrites · 10 days ago

Text

LOST IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE- Chapter Fifteen -final chapter

A Bad Omens Star Wars AU

Pairing: Zebastian (Noah) x Jax (Jolly)

CW: +18 MNDI blood play, violence, murder, post murder sex, blood kink, blood as lube, oral sex, weapons, blasters, Revan (nicholas) looks hot shooting guns, let me know if I missed anything<3

AN: currently crying at my keyboard as this is the final chapter. I don't think I am done with these boys so look out for one shots. A big thank you to @mysticdoodlez @cyrusunderscore @nerdraging4point0 for beta reading a long the way and being the best hype squad ever! Thank you to everyone who has read, liked, and commented on my story, This has been my passion project since discovering the band late 2022. Now I can start the next writing chapter of making it a book. Shout out to star wars youtube and wookiepedia and the community here on tumblr for coming in clutch. to the FBI agent stalking my history I hoped you learned a lot about star trek😇 . anyway, please enjoy

wc: 2108 || fic masterlist || taglist sign up

My eyelids grow heavy as I scroll through my datapad, reviewing the numbers from our lost inventory. There’s so much red. Groaning, I slam down the device on the small table next to me and rub my eyes. We are so–

A light beeping sound emanates from the side of the table at my bed, which is accompanied by a flashing indicator light of bright red. Shooting up from the chair, I race over to the table and snatch the comm and send out a message:

CODE TEN TWENTY TWO

The perimeter sensor has been tripped. Swiping through the data pad’s camera feed, I spot one Imperial Lambda shuttle approaching. A few more swipes and the deflection shield is activated. I drag a bag from the closet and start shoving stuff in it. In the back of my mind, I hope the other guys are doing the same.

I glance back at my room one last time before pulling open the door. When I walk through the threshold, my jaw drops and my eyes go wide at the sight of Revan hunched over a blaster rifle propped in the window.

“Don’t try to stop him,” Revan says lowly in warning. Stop him? I move closer to the window and immediately spot Zebastian strategically maneuvering through the forest with a blaster in hand and his katana strapped to his back. Fucking idiot.

Sighing, I dig through my pack for infrared binoculars. If he’s going to be reckless, at least I can keep cover. Searching the grounds, I spot five bogies combing through the wilds. Glancing at the ship, only a single body lights up. Amateurs.

“Scarlet three to Actual”

“Go”

“Five on foot and one on the ship.”

“I know.” I hear Zebastian exacerbated huff through his deep and focused breathing.

I don’t bother stopping myself from rolling my eyes at his cocky response. But then I remember that Zeb can be reckless at times when it comes to protecting what is his; he always has a plan. Even if I think his plan is stupid. Which it is.

Another blast from my boyfriend’s favorite weapon. The Empire’s cronies never saw him coming. I look him over once more, captivated by his lean muscles flexing under his tunic. Bless the void, it has been a very long time since we’ve had to defend ourselves so heavily.

Without another sound, it’s all over.

Revan shifts his weight to standing and saunters over to the kitchen island like he didn’t just decimate a crew of stormtroopers. His chest rises and falls steadily, and the metallic hoops in his ears glint in the overhead lamp light when he leans over and begins disassembling his weapon. He’s devastatingly handsome when he’s in his element.

“Close your mouth, Jax. I can see you staring.” Revan smiles, but doesn’t lift his attention from his task. “Go to him. Zebastian’s our rendezvous point now. I’ll take care of the house.”

I shrug on my pack and then press a kiss to Revan’s cheek. “Yes, sir,” I whisper in his ear. His cheeks redden at my suggestive tone as pride swirls around in my chest. I greedily drink him in one last time before I turn and leave our home for the final time.

The cargo door bursts open as I approach. It’s eerily silent as I ascend the ramp, mouth open to call to Zebastian. Suddenly, the door to the cockpit splits open, and my body freezes. Zebastian’s usually neat hair is disheveled and matted with blood. Blood drips from his fringe and down his chest. With each droplet my cock twitches. His hands are bruised and bloodied as if he released all of the pent-up rage on whoever was left on the ship. My eyes glance over at a body slumped over in the pilot’s chair.

In a blur, Zebastian closes the distance, gripping the collar of my jacket and roughly pulling me into him. His lips are hot and rough with dried blood, which turns me on even more. My hands slide to his hips, but he swats them away.

In a flash, he turns us around and shoves me against the control panel. The keys and buttons jab into the skin of my palms, nearly missing being stabbed by a few levers. Despite my long hair tumbling over my shoulders in the corner of my vision, I see the dead body. Bile churns in my stomach. It’s not Lord Cyrus.

“Don’t you dare look at him,” Zebastian growls possessively. “He is nothing.”

Rough hands dive under the waistband of my trousers, and for a second, I consider just letting him use me like he always does. He and I are a lot like that after fighting, when your blood is still pumping full of adrenaline. Horny and bloodthirsty, primal desire consumes every fiber of your being.

But he just murdered the lost girl’s father.

“No,” I defy, pulling his hands away and turning on my heels to face him.

His eyes narrow in warning at my disobedience, but they widen when my knees hit the ground. Zebastian sighs deeply when I pull his hard cock free. I take him in all at once with practiced ease until the tip meets the back of my throat. I don’t gag anymore at his invasion, but instead, I relax my throat a little more. His grip is tight around the back of my skull while the other grasps onto the control board behind me, caging me in. At his mercy. My safe place. Despite being the sadist of the group, Zebastian has been the only one ever to find my switch from dominant headspace to complete surrender.

I suck him down harder pushing him closer to the edge. My arms twitch from behind my back where they are self-bound. My aching cock cries out to be used but I resist the urge unless he commands it. Suddenly, Zebastian starts to whimper. I look up to find his lashes wet and cheeks stained with tears.

“C-come with me,” he sobs and starts to shake, both from his impending orgasm and emotions. Zebastian drags my head back, pulling me off of him. Hastily, I free my throbing cock and then drag my hand through the blood at knees. He grips my wrist, leans down to spit into my blood-drenched hand, and then guides me to pump his cock hard again. It’s then I realized I could come untouched watching his cock turn red.

“Please,” I whine through clenched teeth, my cock pulsing with jealousy.

He releases my hand to shove my face forward. Groaning, I lick and suck the sticky blood from his cock, savoring the metallic taste on my tongue. Without straying from my task, my hand blindly seeks the blood on the floor once more, and this time, I present my hand to Zebastian.

With a satisfied hum, he lets his saliva drip from his mouth and onto my hand. I lather the makeshift lubricant over my shaft. It’s warm and perfectly slick. Stroking in time with the bobbing of my head, it won’t take me long to climax. I double my efforts.

Zebastian must notice this when he thrusts faster and further into my mouth and releases his grip on the back of my head and cradles my neck. The angle slams his cock into the back of my throat. My eyes roll back as a mixture of blood, drool, and precum drips from the corners of my mouth despite my efforts to swallow everything down.

Zebastian sucks in a breath, “Jax.”

Hearing my name spill from his lips has me groaning with my mouth stuffed full. My jaw tightens, teeth grazing around his shaft as he spurts his hot cum down my throat. The mix of blood and his cum catapults me over the edge and I’m releasing all over my hand and Void knows where else. My shoulders slacken, and my hands rest on my knees as I swallow every last drop. Only when he releases me do I finally breathe.

“We gotta go.” Zebastian extends his hand to me, still a little breathless. Wiping my mouth clean with the back of my hand, I grasp his hand to stand.

The familiar low hum of our starfighter zooms past, rattling the Imperial shuttle as we depart hand in hand. Zebastian unwinds his fingers from mine when he spots our girl with Nash. She assesses us from meters away. There’s understanding in her eyes when she glances my way. She knows she is finally free. Her shoulders relax when she exhales in certainty. And then she breaks out into a sprint. She doesn’t shrink back from the sight of Zebastian covered in blood. He wraps his arms around her and lifts her into the air.

“You’re ok!”

“Well, of course,” she giggles as he sets her down. Her laugh is bright and comforting. “Nash took us straight to the ship when we got the alert. I knew he would keep me safe.” She steps in closer, looking up at him as he towers over her, but she’s unafraid. “You would keep me safe.”

I turn and watch as he caresses her cheek and then tilts her chin. He leans in slowly and gently, pressing his lips to hers. The same lips that moaned my name only moments ago. Something deep within me stirs like a raging wildfire, and it propels me forward. Each step doesn’t feel like my own as I approach them.

Suddenly, a caw breaks my trance, and I stumble forward, catching Revan’s bright gaze on me. I shake my head and narrow my eyes at him, and he immediately relaxes, blinking a few times before taking a step back. His eyes darken back to their usual stormy shade. He rarely uses his magick at all. Still very rare for him to use it on us.

Nash comes to Revan’s side with Havock on his shoulder, watching us intently like always. He nods his head towards the two still locked in a lover’s embrace. My heartbeat skyrockets as I approach. Only when Nash gets high on Spice do I hear about what she’s like. He can’t shut up about her.

Shoving my hands in my pockets, I keep my eyes focused on the ground. My mind starts to race. What will I say to her? What if she doesn’t want me there? Her soft voice shatters my internal downward spiral, “Jax! You’re ok too!”

My shoulders tense when she throws her arms around my neck, pulling me into an embrace. Astonishingly, she doesn’t turn away from me because I’m covered in blood; instead, she curls herself into me. I hug her back tightly, and she instantly relaxes. She pulls back slightly, and all I can see are her bright eyes searching mine, hesitating. Her gaze drifts lower to my lips, and I wait in anticipation for her to turn away and run back to Zebastian, but instead she leans up on her tiptoes and presses her soft lips onto mine. Groaning, I grip her hips, pulling her closer, kissing her deeper.

Boots crunch nearby, and another’s body heat warms up the space, but I pay no mind as I dive my tongue in between her lips. My hand slides up under her shirt to the small of her back, when suddenly there’s pressure against my hands. His scent fills my lungs, and her soft moans make my knees weak. Long fingers grip my chin just as she parts from my lips, gasping for air. For a moment, I search her eyes for any hesitation and find none. She smiles and then bites her lip.

“Yes,” Zebastian says softly, his gaze fixed on mine. “We are all okay. Right, Jax?”

Her hands unclasp from my neck to press against my chest when he lifts my chin to meet his dark brown eyes. I’m ready to respond when I sense her stir between us, hands roaming up and down my chest. In the corner of my vision, her eyes flick between Zebastian and me. But he only sees me when he captures my lips greedily.

“I-I don’t know who to kiss?” she sighs with a hint of desperation. Kriff, she’s practically whining.

“Why-” Zebastian starts. Revan shoves his way into our circle.

“Choose?” Revan cuts him off and answers her with a kiss to her cheek. I loosen my grip on her backside and step back to widen the arch around her.

“You can have all of us, baby,” Nash smirks, closing in the circle of us.

She turns slowly and assesses each of us, “You are mine and I am yours. No longer lost, I am finally found.”

She kisses each of us on the cheek. We part when she reaches for Zebastian’s hand, and he takes her’s firmly, entwining his other hand with Revan’s. She extends her other hand to me, and I take it with a smile. Nash, true to his nature, slaps my shoulder with his hand, and I roll my eyes, resisting the urge to punch him back.

Zebastian looks at all of us and says, “Let’s go home.”

end transmission epilogue coming soon

@deathblacksmoke @mysticdoodlez @itsmrsfuentes @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @circle-with-me @blackveilomens @kingdomof-omens @cookiesupplier

@agravemisstake @whenthesummerdies @iknownothingpeople @nerdraging4point0 @dominuslunae @xxrainstorm @lyschko666 @kingdxmxfcxrds @the-ancient-fae

@measuredingold @to-be-written @lacktoesandtoddlerants @koskeepsake @blackveilomens @monotoniscreaming @trvshdxddy @emzandthevoid @th4t-em0-k1d @knivesforapro @alastriaa

@collapsedglasshouses @snarkysolaris @anameunmusical @jakeygvf21 @caitcoreeeee @lihlelecrizzi @baddestomens

#bad omens fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #bad omens au #bad omens galactic au #bad omens mafia au #bad omens fanfic #bad omens fic #Bad Omens x Star Wars #bad omens x female reader #noah sebastian x female reader #fic: lost in the concrete jungle #ladyveronikawrites #thescarletdaggerforever

16 notes · View notes

graphx · 7 months ago

Text

brainrot on the apollo!ray au

AU credit to @just-like-playing-tag! (check out the apollo ray tag!)

I always thought it was a bit odd that the lambda kids were so adamant on hating demons but we don’t really see how they feel about the ratris or how that affects their views on adults/other humans

they were experimented on by human AND demon researchers

They were the first kids to find out the difference between wild demon intelligence/consciousness and ability to have morality but they still treat them all the same

TPN has crafted a narrative of humans vs demons but doesn’t acknowledge how much the children might hate/resent those who put them in this position

It’s probably because every human forced to sell out the kids is painted in a sympathetic light in some way (except Andrew)

Legirivima/Peter was seen as brainwashed by their own delusion about their glorious lineage/history and it was a problem of the indoctrination they grew up in and the expectations/mindsets that were pressured onto them

It was glossed over in Isabella’s death and lack of living to make up for what she put each of the kids though (ray specifically)

So it's kinda never adressed in canon how cruel the kids are willing to be to those who are somewhat responsible for putting them in this position regardless of if they are demon or not (as I've addressed here with goldy pond specifically)

I think apollo!ray’s attitude vs Norman’s regarding demons would be similar to how they treat adults by only seeing their enemies (no matter what/who they are) as monsters

Norman went out of his way to ensure he wouldn’t be rebuilding the freedom of the children on top of the ratri’s legacy by doing the same thing they did (subjecting future generations to cloning experimentation/inhumane treatment) even though that was an option he could have gone with when allying with Gleelan

He could have given live Ratris to Gleelan to prove he was willing to screw over adults in order for the children to live (which I imagine apollo!ray would be cruel enough to do in this AU) but this shows there is a line when it comes to Norman’s morality he won’t cross

This shows how much norman values humanity regardless of who they are, ratri or not

His plan was for the demons to destroy themselves but he had no plan for the ratris afterward and i think it shows much how much norman unconsciously took inspiration from emma

Norman thought humans wouldn’t hurt/be prejudiced against the children if the demons weren’t putting them in that situation in the first place (he believes in natural goodness to an extent when push doesn’t come down to shove)

I think it reflects on how different his relationship with Isabella was

He asked if she was happy. He does understand (not agree with) her perspective of lying so the kids have a happy life (which he did with Don and Gilda and continues to do with Lamba squad later)

Despite calling her a demon at the beginning (which you can clearly see Emma is more uncomfortable with, but accepts given their desperate situation)

they both (eventually) see her as a human forced into this situation doing the best with what she can

He doesn’t want to kill her but he will (reluctantly) to secure the safety of his family

HOWEVER

RAY IS NOT LIKE THAT

HE IS FULLY WILLING/READY/ABLE TO KILL

To be burdened in a way Norman never was

By taking demon AND human lives

I imagine apollo!Ray would actually enjoy the torture of demons because it’s a way to vent after all he went thru via Isabella

Straight out of Grace field and Ray is most concerned about what control he has in the situation because that’s what he learned from isabella

Causing the demons pain and being encouraged by the other lambda kids would probably turn that need for control into violent tendencies that he is willing to take out on the demons

The only humans Ray has ever seen survive were those willing to climb over corpses and without meeting yuugo/lucas or any other adult/escapees to disprove this he fully believes Emma is being unrealistic and unreasonable and doesn’t go on to adopt any of her positive worldviews like Norman does/strives to

21 notes · View notes

evthesoup · 1 year ago

Text

cislo and barbara + they’re baby versions from the manga!

#cislo tpn #tpn cislo #barbara tpn #tpn barbara #the promised neverland #tpn #lambda 7214 #lambda squad #tpn manga #yakusoku no neverland #ynn #fanart #tpn fanart #artwork #manga #anime and manga

7 notes · View notes

navsstuff · 2 years ago

Text

The trio doesn't know how to make small talk

Norman tries so hard to do it and come off as polite and friendly but he doesn't really know what to say??

"The weather is really balanced today!"

"And what is your favourite book if I may ask?"

But if he says "have you ever[..]" the conversation could go from the weather to why the Pythagoras theorem is actually useful for day to day life and scientific related topics

#projecting #but i ask the same 4 questions every time #norman tries #he seems polite and friendly already but he wants to be a good boss #the lambda squad don't care but the new people in the human world will #the promised neverland #tpn manga #tpn norman

13 notes · View notes

bluetoothschizophrenic · 4 months ago

Text

The Imperial Irregulars:

Group of former Imperials who formed a mercenary company after the fall of the Empire. Based out of their modified Arquitens light cruiser, the Ember, they’ll run missions for whoever is willing to pay. Although for whatever reason, they have a bias toward Imperial remnant or other pro-Imperial clients.

Origins: Formed by one TK-509, aka Sergeant Graham in the aftermath of the Imperial Civil War (Dark Empire). CO lost his mind, tried to fly the ship into a star. Graham lead a mutiny, tried and failed to link up with several nearby Imperial remnant groups, and turned to mercenary work to keep the ship afloat.

Equipment: Due to the nature of their operation, uniformity is functionally impossible. Most are outfitted in some combination of various trooper armors. Parts from stormtroopers, shoretroopers, scouts, even TK and Death trooper armor. Weapons are more standardized, E-11s, A280s, EE-3s, DC-15s in a pinch, several death trooper E-11D carbines, and for special occasions, 3 T-6 ion disrupters.

For his part, Sergeant Graham is outfitted in an elite squad (Crosshair’s troopers) helmet, a white stormtrooper pauldron, and a mix of stormtrooper and death trooper armor pieces.

Second in command Lieutenant Kuiper joined up with a group from a far flung Imperial outpost shortly after the group’s founding, adding their IDT transport to the Ember’s repertoire. For their armor, they wear a tank trooper helmet, orange stormtrooper pauldron, and a mix of scout and stormtrooper armor.

The Ember: She’s a very well worn ship, with extensive modifications and mismatched parts. Most chiefly visible is her unique addition of a P-Tower laser turret in place of one of her upper guns, as well as an old Republic gunship beam turret built into the spine holding up the bridge. Other mods include more bunks, less standard mess hall, a small repair bay in the onboard hangar, and a widening of the hangar entry for easier access. Engines don’t burn the same Imperial blue they used to either on account of worse fuel, now burning the standard yellow. Weapons still fire the standard imperial green however, imperial remnants keep them well stocked in that regard.

Fighter compliment: The Ember has held onto her original Lambda shuttle, now affectionately called the Sparrow by her crew, and owing to the brown and yellow paint applied to the tips of the wings and cockpit and lining the body of the ship. All weaponry has been removed, engines heavily upgraded, and interior made far more comfortable. Used primarily for ground transport and supply runs. Kuiper’s IDT, nicknamed the Silver Lemon on account of its constant repair needs, serves as combat transport and (when it works) close air support. The Ember’s original fighter compliment has been long since scrapped or destroyed, but the Irregulars assembled a patchwork of Mining Guild Tie Fighters, a Tie Bomber turned into a DIY Tie Punisher, and a pair of Tie Interceptors outfitted with warhead launchers and very temperamental hyperdrives.

MO: Generally deployed in small scale pacification operations, flushing out pirates, or just as hyperlane guards for imperial governors or warlords too resource strapped to do it themselves. Forcibly pressed into service by Deep Core warlords more than once, now refuse to operate in that area. Performed scouting in the unknown regions for imperial clients, the new republic, and unknown benefactors that paid via hologram. Due to the resource intensive nature of naval combat, they prefer ground based jobs, but have shot down a pirate frigate or three in their day. Graham and Kuiper are die hard imperial loyalists, but not stupid enough to only take imperial money. The rest of the crew is a lot more mixed, but nobody joins an imperial merc company because they hate the Empire.

#star wars #clone wars #sw rebels #the bad batch #star wars tcw #star wars fanfiction #non canon #the clone wars #sw tbb #star wars the bad batch #star wars rebels #star wars jedi survivor #I have had this sitting in my drafts for like a year and a half so I figured I’d finish it up and put it out

12 notes · View notes