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salpho · 1 year ago

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(Reblog 1/2 this is the first time I've reached 30 tags PFFH)

Something I noticed is a lot of people who hated BATIM love BATDR and a lot of people fond of BATIM dislike BATDR. To me, this seems like a mechanics vs story issue. The actual game mechanics and aesthetic of BATDR disguise the lackluster characters and plot holes. However, BATIM still suffers those same issues.

This is a vague question, but what are your thoughts on BATIM vs BATDR story wise? Is either of them truly better? Or are they just flawed in different ways?

Sorry, this is long, but so are BATIM and BATDR :')

I think you hit the nail on the head in the sense that yes- BATDR has better gameplay and mechanics than BATIM, but BATIM by far has a much more compelling story that was able to capture and keep attention over the course of five chapter releases. And yes, BATIM is not without its flaws, for example it's mainly a walking simulator in terms of actual gameplay- the only thing saving it being the unique ability to suck the player in through the rich, stylistic environments.

In terms of story, here's my take for both of them-

BATIM is more solid overall, there are more connected plot points and there's a thread there to be followed from start to finish. It does suffer from some WTF plothole moments, the biggest one being Alice's 180 degree turn with suddenly using Boris as a killing machine rather than...what I can only assume was a plan to use his ink/body as some kind of reparative agent for the hole in her face (like thicc ink premium idk), or...some kind of spell...? It's honestly not very clear HOW she was going to use him, but bottom line she decided to entirely change her plan off-screen, which could have been remedied with something like a cutscene's worth of explanation, and more of a buildup to Brute Boris. The "reveal" in the haunted house didn't hold that much weight (at least to me,) just because we didn't even get a cookie crumb of a hint that Alice was going to mutilate him and use him as a drone instead of just axe him.

There are other nonsense details like Allison's ominous "I'm no Angel" line, which didn't make sense when Tom was the one to want to leave Henry. It was never explained WHY the Ink Demon walks around with a limp when he can shapeshift into a bigger and faster Beast version of himself (and apparently he was ALSO the hand in the ink river??? I guess???) And can we talk about how the cult Joey started was just never brought up again? Wally talks about how workers were encouraged (or mandated, idk) to put offerings in the break room to "appease the gods." What gods? Was Joey worshiping Bendy like a god? NONE OF THIS IS EXPLAINED EVER and honestly I think Micheal D. and Meatstick just Forgot that Joey was a cult leader in favor of Sammy's cult storyline.

But despite all of the plot holes, we still get a tale of a deteriorating studio, humans being used as literal skeletons for lifelike versions of cartoon characters, themes of life, death, cults, art, and more. Honestly, going deep into the plot of Bendy would take its own post to really do it justice.

I guess the main plot is this: Ex-co-founder of Joey Drew Studios, Henry, is trying to get the fuck home to his wife, learning along the way that through the power of a mysterious ink machine, his ex-business partner decided to coerce and persuade people to Literally Die so he could have the necessary materials to create living versions of his cartoons, thus making "his" characters (and more importantly, Bendy,) a reality. Once Henry does escape, he learns that Joey has sent him through this same hell before, still filled with hatred and spite, just in time for Joey to assumedly "reset" him and send him on a different version of the same journey, as we can guess from the storyboards on display in Joey's apartment. THAT on its own is an intriguing and layered tale, and that's not even including the other details, voices, and faces we run into in BATIM, AND the new info we learn in BATDR.

Now, BATDR...is something I've come to view as a mixed bag.

Story-wise, it weirdly wants to have its cake and eat it to. Henry's story is elaborated on, and part of Audrey's origins are also brought to light. This is helpful information concerning the plot of BATIM...but then we get assblasted with a ton of new characters and lore for a completely new Cycle under the reign of a completely new Random Old Man. I know he's Nathan's son, and he was mentioned in both Illusion and Fade to Black...but those were de-canonized, so it almost doesn't help context-wise...???? So...????

In a lot of ways, BATDR almost acts like it wants to be an AU branching from BATIM rather than a direct sequel, which it was marketed/confirmed as.

I think my biggest problem with BATDR is that some of the main characters are bafflingly like. Mishandled.

I'm gonna have the mildest take on earth and say I didn't like the new Ink Demon. Old design was better and more uncanny by far, the new design looks like Generic Satan or something straight out of Baldur's Gate. He was given a deep, guttural growling voice because....tumblr sexyman I guess. Even if they needed him to talk, it could've been something more breathy and raspy, true to the heavy breathing of the original Ink Demon. Also, his alternate form was made very childlike, and I'm just weirded out by the fact that you have this oddly "sexified" version of the Ink Demon on the flipside of Bendy the Child. I don't think any ill intent was meant by this, but it's more confusing than anything thematically. I'm also not sure why Bendy's abuse was brought up and then never touched on....? Like wasn't this guy locked up and called a monster his whole life? Are we going to...say something especially considering the moral of this story......?

Memory Joey is completely fine, but I just can't shake the feeling that the narrative is trying to paint IRL Joey as "UWU fixed now" when that's not the case. The most sympathy I can extend to IRL Joey is that he was a gay man who desired to have a family at a time when that was not only frowned upon but dangerous, not just socially speaking but in terms of his physical safety. But beyond that, this was a dude who locked people in a building to keep them working, coerced and possibly forced the deaths of many people to get what he wanted (the ink machine was a scientific advancement that could've had AMAZING implications for society but he Did Not Give a Shit about that), and was abusive towards Henry. If we trust the Bendy books, he also gaslit and killed his teenage staff. This motherfucker isn't a patron saint of anything, and even if Memory Joey can learn from IRL Joey's mistakes, IRL Joey was still a shitbag who just happened to raise a daughter.

Which leads me to Audrey. Some of Audrey's tale is explained- she was raised by Joey, forgot Joey was her father, and came to work at Archgate as an animator. Got to know Wilson, who works as a janitor at Archgate, and then he drags her into ink hell because....idk, she's his version of "A Perfect Boris" I guess. Fair enough. However, it's NEVER EXPLAINED how Audrey doesn't remember her father, or WHERE she went to live after his passing, or WHO she lived with. Remember, Joey was as old as a cave painting, so he clearly passed when she was very young. While you could argue she doesn't remember his name because she was little, SURELY she remembers his face or voice, or the fact that she HAD A FATHER??? Like, was there some huge trauma there? (Other than the fact that Joey was her dad?) It makes little sense to me that she would forget so easily. If I had to make a guess (and granted I'm no Mark Twain), I'd wager that Allison probably found Joey dead. Remember that Nathan hadn't talked to Joey in years, and Allison was the one who went out of her way in the first place to visit. At this point, Allison's gonna find a little girl running around by herself, and assumedly her and Thomas would've taken her in. If that's not the case, someone else found Joey dead, at which point Audrey would've possibly lived with Nathan and Tessa, considering how much Nathan cared about Joey. Either party has ties to Archgate. But all of that is just speculation, not confirmed, and even if any of that were true, Audrey makes no mention of it. And I'm sorry, Audrey's backstory makes me want to cry, because it's just NOT THERE and she has the personality of a depressed bucket.

Alice was alright...but she was kind of stupid? Which is like....the antithesis of everything cool about her? Instead of using traps and luring the main character from a distance, she knocks out Audrey (via unspecified drink), plays Diet Jigsaw with Audrey, and then gets pushed off a balcony. She was also a lot more...idk, suave and sultry in speech mannerisms in BATDR, which isn't bad, but her unhinged and clever nature seemed a bit watered down.

I don't really have notes on the rest of the main cast. Sammy was brought back to die immediately, which honestly was fine considering his death track record. We get some mentions of BATIM characters. Wilson and Betty were fine, and even some of the lore explaining how the timelines work made sense.

HOWEVER,

I've already said it a hundred times, but the old cast was shoved to the side for a bunch of new characters we had no time to connect with. A new butcher gang member was added when we still have Miss Twisted as a potential female-role filler (keep in mind the Projectionist is based on Camera Man and Brute Boris was based on The Brute.) The whole "Amok" thing was a REALLY roundabout way to get the Lost Ones to stop attacking Audrey.

Wilson's motivations are mostly consistent and I'd argue somewhat compelling, but I don't understand why he didn't do more to protect Audrey if he was going to need her for the endgame for Shipahoy Dudley? Like what's all this about letting her run around and get killed? Was he just aware that she'd revive?

The main message of BATDR was fine, but it didn't work super well for Audrey's character. She'd already forgotten Joey was her father, and was living in blissful ignorance of that fact until Memory Joey decided to infodump on her right away. Sure, the "just because you were born of darkness doesn't mean you have to be darkness" thing applies to her AFTER she learns Joey was her father, but...Audrey was never threatening to Become Evil, so it almost didn't need to be said and was kind of a flat message...? I would argue Memory Joey would benefit more from that message- as he's a literal copy of a Very Bad Dude. My guy was projecting this whole time.

I do think BATDR was worse story-wise, but I'm not going to sit here and pretend it didn't have certain disadvantages from the start. The Kindlybeast debacle happened, BADTR was trying to continue a story from an existing property, and there was a severe lack of Adrienne Kress. Okay, maybe the last one was a bit much, but still. That doesn't mean I hate BATDR overall, I can appreciate a lot of things about it, but strictly in the story department, it needs soooooo much work and makes me want to jump off a Minecraft cliff.

#ohhh this post is GOOD #the asker is absolutely right also I noticed this too but didnt clock it really #anywho. i wanna ramble at your ramble #i myself knew a lot of the issues with batim already but. i never actually noticed that Alice changed plans !!#its absolutely right though. i guess it's likely she scooped boris out like the other corpses. put that ink to the side. then frankensteined #boris into a brute #and for beast ? i always hated the addition of beast bendy. i genuinely see no purpose in that form existing #he just felt so generic. kinda like how you described batdr's design as being a basic oohh scary satan design #could you imagine what a boss battle with henry and the batim ink demon by himself wouldve looked like ?#so much missed potential. he couldve been a looming threat that hunted you down or always on your tail #he couldve been hiding in the shadows and pounce at any chance he got. yknow ?#also yeah yeah books decanonised but i absolutely loved that adrienne made the ink demon animalistic #that couldve been amazing in the games. imagine the ink demon being human enough to be sympathetic but animal enough to be a threat !!#he shouldve been allowed to be on all fours at least once. maybe climb a wall or two #and for joey's cult mentality. i really do hope they explore that in b3ndy because its been Absolutely neglected by even the books #also another little thing. joey seeing bendy like a son would've made his motives for bendy becoming real SO much stronger storywise in game #anyways onto batdr #ohhh if only nathan was EVER hinted at in game. like even in batds it wouldve worked #i didnt have the books yet when i first played batdr and it was BAFFLING to see this random ass guy like who are you #whered you come from !!#and for wilson too #i think wilson is good as like. a comparison to audrey ?#a bad person who came from a good father (wilson and nathan) and a good person who came from a bad father (audrey and joey)#but. but EVEN THEN IT DOESNT MAKE TOO MUCH SENSE #what does it add !!! wilson only really is there to be mr dictator #anyways GOD. BATIM INK DEMON WAS PERFECTLY UNCANNY #actually looked like a failed attempt !!! actually looked like bendy.#“he wasnt scary enough” my ASS YOU COULDVE MADE HIM SCARIER #Make him go on all fours sometimes while keeping his humanoid form !!! make him not speak and Show his feelings and story !!!!#make him kill in so many interesting ways as his body prevents biting (never opens mouth in canon) and he doesnt have many sharp edges !!

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venussaidso · 6 months ago

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Mekhi Alante Lucky and Jeremy Meeks are two male models who got spotted from their mugshots.

It's very likely that they could both have Ketu-ruled Moons — Mekhi Alante Lucky with Mula Moon and Jeremy Meeks with Ashwini Moon.

The 'reformed delinquent' is something I've noticed a lot for Ketuvians, especially the men. For example, Ashwini Moon Matt Dillion was discovered by a casting agent while bunking off school, being rebellious early on — only to then play an actual delinquent fictional character. “I wasn’t in class, you could say that. I think why I ended up doing that movie was because I connected so much with the character. I recognized this kid, he was a juvenile delinquent – he was in a much worse place than I was, probably.”

This took me back to the character Roi, from the Spanish series Berlin, played by Mula Moon Julio Peña. Roi is literally a reformed delinquent — I touched on his character a bit more in my post Ketu Dominant Themes — 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 (part 2) 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝟑.

And Roi randomly reminded me of Fontaine from They Cloned Tyrone, who's played by Magha Moon John Boyega. Fontaine's initial purpose of existing is to be a hard ass drug dealer, maintaining the cycle of violence and stagnancy within his community — which he means to transcend when he discovers that everything about his role in his town is simply manufactured.

This arc supporting the reformed delinquent.

Also, Matt Dillion talking about bunking school reminded me of an old guy friend of mine that I went to high school with throughout. He had Ashwini Moon. He used to bunk class regularly since the ninth grade, and was a heavy drinker already. He was always caught up in violence and conflict. I'm not sure if he's reformed, but last time he drunk called me at night before a school exam, telling me he accidentally stabbed someone– that person is luckily alive. Anyway, not all Ashwini natives will be like this or are like this — before someone lectures me in the comments. But he was a dangerous individual. Unfortunately, at that time, I didn't see that side of him fully. We used to walk together everyday after school, we would talk about everything and anything. The potential to reform or rehabilitate is there [but I don't trust men to change].

And just last year, I encountered a Magha Moon guy, who is the ex boyfriend of my Magha stellium friend. We were all talking about some random shit before he started talking about dark stuff. He looked me straight in my eyes and told me he stabbed his stepdad the year before. He's a very scary individual, and unfortunately I still cross paths with him on campus. Being random as I am, I had asked for his birth details upon first meeting — because his ragged appearance looked very Martian/Ketuvian and I just wanted to confirm my suspicions. His nature is very, very draining and abusive.

Ashwini Moon Dennis Rodman has been also known for his delinquent antics for his entire career, never caring for others and what others think. This level of detachment from Ketu definitely makes these individuals possibly dangerous as they don't care about rules or crossing boundaries. For example, Rodman had been attacking cameramen while he's literally playing in the game [basketball] — one day he violently kicked a cameraman in the groin and got this guy hospitalized, paying him $200,000 in settlement.

Mula Sun, Ashwini Moon Jared Leto is also known for being creepy & abusive towards his cast members and other celebrities. He's also a cult member. He's also known for attacking his fans.

And finding out that Suge Knight has Sun in Ashwini was quite shockingly validating as he reminds of that former Ashwini guy friend of mine. Suge Knight has always been violent since high school, being kicked off football teams due to his headless nature and drive to cross the lines — always using the game as an excuse to destroy his opponents, but gaining nothing material at all from it. This is extremely Ketuvian of him, as his Moon is conjunct Ketu as well. And his Ketu is exalted, being in Jyestha nakshatra.

Also, you might notice that Venus nakshatra natives will have an overlap with Ketu nakshatra natives. I know for sure that Venusians can be inclined to violence. Chris Brown is the most typical Venus nakshatra man I could think of right now.

Sidereal fire signs, and sidereal Scorpios, tend to show up in people who behave dangerously. Xxxtentacion had sidereal Scorpio Moon, and he was a delinquent.

Erykah Badu has sidereal Scorpio ASC.

#vedic astrology #astrology #sidereal astrology #ketu #fire signs #aries #mula #magha #sagittarius #leo #ashwini #scorpio #vishakha #jyestha #anuradha

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nicotinebliss · 2 months ago

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ᯓ★ HORROR MOVIE NIGHTS ★ᯓ

she doesn’t scare easy, but she loves when you do.

melissa schemmenti

girlfriend reader

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NAVIGATION

Setting the Scene:

Melissa’s living room is your horror HQ. She's got a plush sectional with a throw blanket in that deep-school-red shade, wine on the coffee table, and candles flickering with an amber glow. It’s romantic, sure, but that’s not why you’re here—you’re here to be terrified together.

She insists on physical DVDs: no streaming. “It’s the principle,” she tells you, thumbing through her alphabetized collection of actual scary movies, not the fake jump scare shit. You're impressed by the depth of her collection: vintage Italian giallo films, ‘70s slashers, obscure psychological horror you’ve never heard of.

Movie Taste + Watching Habits:

She has zero patience for bad pacing. If the movie takes too long to get going, she’ll roll her eyes and talk loudly over it. “We get it. Your wife’s dead. Move it along.”

She LOVES practical effects. Think The Thing, Hellraiser, and Suspiria (the original). “See that blood? That’s real corn syrup and food dye. None of that CGI bullshit.”

You’re a little more squeamish, so she likes picking movies she knows you’ll squirm at—just so you’ll hide your face in her chest and clutch her arm. She lives for it. “Aw, baby, is it too much? Wanna watch ‘Hocus Pocus’ instead?” (Teasing you with a grin).

During the Movie:

She doesn’t jump at scares. Ever. But when you scream, she laughs, wraps an arm around your shoulder, and presses a kiss to your temple. “Jesus, babe. You’re cute when you’re scared.”

Melissa talks to the screen. Constant commentary. “Why would you go in the basement? Stupid.” You used to get annoyed, but now it just feels like part of the experience — and her commentary is funny.

If it’s a movie she’s seen before, she’ll purposely turn to you during key moments, watching your face instead of the screen. “Wait for it… Aaaand—yep. You jumped. Classic.”

Post-Movie Vibes:

She always asks if you want to sleep with the lights on—even though she knows you’re going to say yes. She never teases you for it, though. In fact, she leaves the bathroom light on “just in case.”

The best part for her is the aftercare. You’re jittery and clinging to her like a scared little kitten, and Melissa? She’s smug but sweet. Pulls you onto her lap, lets you bury your face in her neck, strokes your hair, murmurs, “Ain’t nothin’ gonna hurt you, honey. I’m right here.”

If you're really spooked, she'll suggest a "palette cleanser" .. usually something comforting, like old Golden Girls reruns or an episode of Frasier, playing while she spoons you under the blankets.

Smutty Bonus Headcanons:

You being scared turns her on just a little bit. There’s something about you clinging to her, half-hiding behind her arm, asking her if she can stay close—that lights a fire in her stomach. "You scared, baby? Lemme make you forget about that monster under the bed."

If you jump during a particularly tense scene, she’ll tug you into her lap and whisper, "I gotcha. You’re safe with me, sweetheart." But her hands might wander, stroking your thighs while you’re still shaking just a little.

Sometimes she’ll turn horror night into foreplay on purpose. Picks the movie with the creepiest music just to get you curling into her chest, and then afterwards? She’s got you under her, saying, “Think you’ll be able to sleep now, or do I gotta wear you out first?”

Little Things She’d Say:

“What, that scared you? That was nothing, baby. Wait ‘til you see the next scene.”

“You’re lucky I’m here, y’know. You wouldn’t last five minutes in a haunted house without me.”

“Ohhh no, you’re not sleepin’ in your own bed after that. Get your ass in mine.”

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girls--complex · 1 year ago

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So. Yeah. I can do this in the interest of vaguely trying to be helpful. I feel bad about brain vomiting at anon and then not editing myself when this is probably all they really wanted from me.

As you know I'm very much an intellectual who very much has a well researched and developed system of thought that I use and am not, like, just some woo ass freakazoid stoner, with holes in her brain and kind of a shitty education, who doesn't really inherently enjoy reading books. Yes reading books is extremely boring but I love to do it because I am oh so smart.

Soooo I'm limiting myself to FIVE books because five is a nice number. They are not books that require a great deal of literacy or education to read, or else I would not have read them. They are books that give what I feel is a helpful perspective on the Christian tradition. They will be listed in descending order of how much they mean to me personally to underscore the fact that I'm just some guy who is moreover just saying shit.

The Cost of Discipleship (Dietrich Bonhoeffer) Read this book if you want the text of the gospels to glow and pulsate when you read it and it doesn't already do that. Or you want it to do that more. Or you don't want to endlessly strive to be happy or healthy or a decent person anymore you just want to live. You won't like it but you can't argue with the testimony of Bonhoeffer's life. And then if you keep reading it you will like it. Sorry that it's Lutheran but no I'm not.

The Universal Christ (Richard Rohr) Read this book if you don't care about being cool or smart and you just want to be fucking happy for once.

Revelations of Divine Love (Julian of Norwich) Read this book if you want to encounter more than you want to interpret, if you enjoy freaky medieval shit that's actually awesome, if you are in the mood to scream and cry and throw up, or if you are considering a career in nursing.

The Sermons of Meister Eckhart (U know...) Read this book if you don't understand anything or if you feel like you understand anything or if you're a big fan of dharmic religions and want to read the Mandukya Upaishad as recieved by a catholic. Whats cool is they're all pretty short.

The Physics of Angels (Fox & Sheldrake) Read this book if you have some type of a heart for scary woo shit or want to develop a more balanced relationship to woo-ology, or if you want an overview of angels in the Christian tradition that steers clear of thoroughness or academic reliability in favor of wild psychedelic speculation and unchecked boomer optimism.

Thank U for asking me because I love to share. I know it's my blog so I can technically post whatever I want but I also don't want to post things no one cares about because that defeats the purpose of posting. OK bye.

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verstappen-cult · 2 years ago

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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL | CL16

— 03. THE DRAMA

PREV. PART | NEXT PART — [ SERIES MASTERLIST ]

summary: in which charles has an embarrassing crush on alex's childhood best friend and everyone meddles. content warnings: faceclaim is taylor hill but you can picture her as you’d like! some cursing and a tiny bit of angst because why not. time jump of a month approx.

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📍 LONDON, ENGLAND — JUN 27, 2023

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yourusername i kinda like it here. ⛳️

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user66 uh excuse me? the second slide???

user67 IS THAT CHARLES ???? user68 I THINK SO

alex_albon i feel betrayed.

yourusername stop being so dramatic

user69 my parents are together i still can’t believe it

user70 oh my god okay it’s happening

user71 everybody stay calm OH MY GOD user72 are they together? user71 girl go on twitter and see

landonorris let’s play and see who’s better

yourusername me ofc

charles_leclerc ❤️

user73 relationship goals

user74 lol we don’t even know if they’re dating user75 they kissed in front of thousand of people AND on live tv what are you talking about

user76 he’s too good for her

user77 who is she anyway. user78 stop being so childish, he’s never gonna date u

user79 who wouldn’t want to date her i mean just look at her

user80 all these people saying charles is too good for her like ??? SHE’S too good for him

user81 she will get bored in a few days mark my words

danielricciardo Ok but who won?

charles_leclerc i won! yourusername charlie don’t lie maxverstappen1 I don’t believe anything he says ever since I won fair and square playing FIFA and he threw the controller at me. landonorris he did that to you too? pierregasly that’s nothing. he threw a padel racket at my head, i still don’t remember anything from that day. charles_leclerc ffs shut up yourusername leave him alone you bullies

user82 i love how all the drivers are calling charles out lol

Y/N’S iMESSAGE

“that’s not how you make pasta!” you’re dying with laughter at seeing charles trying to cook.

“i asked you if i could cook!” charles can’t help but join you in your laughter, leaving the burned pasta aside.

“because you said you knew how to!”

“you better not believe anything i say.” he takes a sip of wine. the one he brought alongside the beautiful flowers that are now adorning your terrace.

“not even when you say how much you like me?” you pout, looking at him beneath your eyelashes.

charles walks the short distance to where you are sitting in the kitchen counter and you happily make room for him between your legs, arms finding your waist in no time.

“you should a hundred percent believe that.”

“mh i don’t know,” you tease, playing with his soft hair. god, you love his hair so much. “i think you should show me.”

“oh i’m definitely going to do that.”

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user83 that’s one hell of a bouquet

user84 charles knows what he’s doing

gigihadid Can’t wait to see you this weekend!

❤️ by author

user85 i wanna be her so bad :(

user86 If it weren’t for Charles nobody would know who she is. He put her on the map.

user87 this is a grown ass man by the way user 88 i swear to god men are so in love with charles is getting kinda scary

carmenmmundt What a beautiful picture 💛

user89 tired of her comment section being all about charles

user90 fr like they forget she’s her own person user91 I just know she doesn’t like this at all, she’s always speak up about these kind of things user92 if this were to happen the other way around everyone would be insulting her

user93 CHARLES IS WITH HER RN OHMYGOD

user94 what are you taking about user93 LOOK AT CHARLES STORIES HE LITERALLY JUST POSTED THE PICTURES user95 if it wasn’t for the close up of the flowers we wouldn’t even know they’re together user96 he def did it on purpose

user97 the boys, the girls, the gays, they all like Y/N

INSTAGRAM STORIES

landonorris has replied to your story

landonorris: *chandler bing’s voice* can I BE any more obvious? charles_leclerc: just stop watching friends, i beg you

maxverstappen1 has replied to your story

maxverstappen1: Uh, so that’s why you wouldn’t travel with me. Interesting. charles_leclerc: can i use air max for the next race? 🥺

pierregasly has replied to your story

pierregasly: you guys make me sick charles_leclerc: Y/N says to shut up pierregasly: 🤮🤮🤮

yourusername has replied to your story

yourusername: i like this soft launch/hard launch thing charles_leclerc: i bet you like me more yourusername: debatable charles_leclerc: i can make you change your mind 😏

TWITTER — JUN 28, 2023

TWITTER — JUN 30, 2023

TWITTER — JUL 02, 2023

ALEX’S iMESAGGE

TAGLIST (bold means i couldn’t tag you) — @leclerc16s. @willowpains. @berrnuu. @minkyungseokie. @1655clean. @sassyheroneckgiant. @scott-mccall-could-lift-mjolnir. @nessacarty1. @a1leexxa. @storminacloud. @lovstappen. @littlehoneyfreak. @paintedbypoetry. @thatoneembarrasingmoment.

note: hiii besties, take this as an early new years present! this was supposed to be posted after dec 31st but couldn’t leave it in the drafts. there is at least one or two more chapters, so if you still wanna be added to the taglist let me know! <3

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yumekojabaml · 1 year ago

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ঞじòぴé Chapter 1 ઈଓᦗ࿐

Summary: M/n is a cute little white boy in Japan filled with demons and slayers. What if I told you those demons and slayers want him?

Harem list: 1/2 2/2

Chapter 2

author's purpose: Yes, I’m making another series even though I will NEVER finish it. If you guys could give me and idea on each post I got you👌🏽. The yandere will be speaking with bold and a color of my choice. The reader will have just bold.

TW: Death

“Something bad is 'bout to happen to me. I don't know what, but I feel it coming”— Steve Lacy

“M/N M/N RUN RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN”

“I'm sorry m/n I'm sorry I couldn't protect you.”

“M/N GET BACK HERE YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE WITH ME.”

“HELP ME SOMEBODY PLEASE.”

“MAMA PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME AGAIN.

“GET AWAY FROM ME.”

“Nobodys going to help you.”

You woke drenched in sweat from a dream. “Type of dream was that?” You spoke out loud you've never had a dream like that before why all of a sudden?

‘I should get dressed.’ before getting dressed let me tell you what you look like. You have (h/l) hair with a petite body, long beautiful nails, and princess peach-like lips. You had a beauty that women wanted but never got.

Getting dressed, you ate, brushed your teeth, then left.

You open the shoji doors and close them leaving to get food since you are slowly running out. As you got there you got some stares from men mostly— the women envy you they just wished you, a foreigner NEVER came here. Did you care?… no you didn't.

“Hi, M/n It's been a while. “Spoke the pregnant lady. “Yes, it has been— how's the baby?” She smiled at you rubbing her belly. “He’s a fighter for sure he's been kicking me all day like he wants to see the world already.” She chuckled making you smile. “When he's born I want you to be his god uncle. “Does she really want that a teenager who should still be in middle school? “You mean it ame?” She nodded. “Now come help me.” she grabbed your wrist.

“Bye see you tomorrow!” She yelled waving goodbye as you walked away. All she wanted was for you to help her cook when her husband come home she gave you some of her food before you left. At least you don't have to cook.

For some reason when you came home and ate you just got this uneasy feeling like— something scary was gonna happen.

Laying your head down to rest all you hear is a loud, bloody murder scream. And your dumb ass got up and ran to the screaming once you got there the screaming stop all there was, was crying. You went to Ames's home seeing her holding a baby in her hands. She saw you. “M-m/n c-come closer.” You bent down in front of her.

“T-take c…are of m-my baby pl…ease. “Tears ran down hers and your face Ame chocked on her blood handing you her baby. “I will Ame… I’ll take care of him.” She smiled after saying. “You’ll be a better mother than me M/n.” Her hand dropped from your cheek before her eyes slowly shut. Your body was shaking if only Ame knew her baby was… gone before her.

— OBANAI’S POV—

‘Shit shit shit shit why didn't we get a report about this sooner.’ I thought seeing multiple dead bodies and blood. “We… are late- too late,” Giyuu said looking down of course we had to be late these demons are getting sneakier.

“Wait! I sense a heartbeat.” Sanemi ran in front of us we followed we made it to a house inside was a boy. Sitting on his knees sniffing holding a deceased baby along with a woman with tears streaming from his face. Giyuu was the first to step up to him.

“We need to get you out of here your family and many others will get a proper burial I just need you to let go of the baby and come with us.” The kid let go of the baby walking out of the house with his head down not even looking at us.

The kaiushi came cleaning up and burying the bodies I turned my head to the kid who was still there. Sanemi walked up to him. “Hey, listen you need to go home the sun is rising so you'll be fine walking home alone. “He didn't say anything well that's what we thought cause after Sanemi was done talking

“She was all I had left. “We looked at him he continued. “She loved me since the day I came to Japan she showed me around and treated me like I was a child of her own and now— she’s gone… because you couldn”t get here a second early.” He got up walking away from us.

It wasn't our fault we were late

#gay #male reader #kny x male reader #yandere x male reader #sanemi shinazugawa #genya shinazugawa #tw age gap

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thousandyearphantombunker · 1 year ago

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The Owl House Critical Post, scroll away now I don't know if I am being too harsh in this post but I wrote it anyway so if you don't wanna read something potentially upsetting this is a warning (to those who decide to read please tell me if I'm being too harsh)

I remember initially hating how the show handled its villains, they all felt like jokes, they never felt like threats or like they provided a meaningful challenges for the main cast, they never had any real depth or complexity. but i bit my tongue, I was told that I was basically a dumbass for complaining that Bump openly breaks a law that's supposed to be punishable by death so that Luz could fulfill her witchy fantasy and that he wasn't arrested. the show could've had him make the multiclass student thing be something underground- boom it lets luz live out her fantasy but doesn't ignore what was established about the setting and creates potential stakes if these underground classes ever got discovered! That already made me angry but the cult thing is what I wanted to complain about- i only had basic ass knowledge about cults and TOH fails at portraying that crap, most people in the EC can just quit and do so in a way that makes it feel like they're just quitting a job, it doesn't feel like they fear losing their friends or sense belonging and community, they don't feel like they're anything but jokes. Leaving a cult is scary, often times cults will send their followers into the real world and set them up to have bad experiences so they'll come running back, they'll hire thugs to scare them into staying or position them in away so that they suffer (sending them out without money or the skills to survive), they humiliate those who begin to ask questions so that they stay in line. guilt tripping, putting members against each other, cutting off contact with the rest of the world! The show only adds the whole 'forced to fight on a mountain' thing for flavor! Everytime it brings up actual stuff cults do it feels like it's more for flavor than actually writing this topic with sensitivity- look at how they treat Lilith! Imo It feels like the show insulting people for ever trusting belos, treating them like they're braindead and could've just realized fairly easily that he was evil. It's the most egregious with hunter who was basically fucking born into the EC. the show is also pretty black and white, which is curious for a show that gets praise for its portrayal of religious trauma. You think the show would be more grey. I did deeper research into cults and just got SO tired of people talking about how good the show was at conveying such a heavy topic. The titan reveal also doesn't help- Luz is told by an all powerful deity that she is the chosen one basically and is told that old man is evil and needs to go down- isn't that the same justification that belos uses for his actions- not saying belos should've gotten redemption or forgiveness but this feels wrong. He deserved to die don't get me wrong but using this justification feels gross. What's even worse is that the titan made Philip's life harder on purpose- ah yeah that brainwashed cult victim would totally change his mind especially if you make his life harder- yeah I would've preferred if belos was depicted in a flashback just having a bad time on the boiling isles and cherry picked those bad experiences to justify his actions. Also I hate that the show just writes belos off as greedy and glory seeking when it could've conveyed a message about how people can get absolutely get warped by religious dogma. I do wonder though if I'm being too harsh because TOH is for kids and I was told it would be hard to portray this stuff in a way kids could understand. I can come up with ways to make the breaking the law openly thing less egregious but I am struggling to think of ways the show could have handled the cult thing, I am aware that maybe I'm accidentally saying stuff that is kind of bad faith but this is my truth. I feel like TOH wasn't good at villains and it sure as hell didn't write cults well

#toh salt #toh critical #lilith clawthorne #hunter toh #emperor belos

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nor-4 · 2 years ago

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˗ˏˋ Show off ˎˊ˗

Woke up feeling like i want to write colby headcannon

Pairings - Colby Brock ft. Reader

He wanted a private relationship but he can't due to his social media consumption. He wants to post everything about you especially on his ig, he doesn't even tag you. But he made your appearance on the photo using captions, it's either he says something related to you or he use the emoji that describes you.

Like i said he wanted private relationship but he's so talkative he just can't shut his mouth. He often shows off the things you own that he stole on the video.

He purposely shows your things on his room. It's like hinting people that both of you are together knowing damn well the whole world knows it.

Colby is your own personal paparazzi. He has a whole photo album full of your photos, it can be stolen, cute moments with you.

He don't smoke infront of you. That's it. He can be a jerk sometimes but come on he still have respect, he only smokes when he has your permission.

Seeing both of your aesthetics mix together makes him feral. He often ask you out for shopping like this man is begging, he wanted a matchy outfit with you but with different colors.

He doesn't want to drag you to those creepy shits he do. But sam often begs for you to do it with them, he didn't have any choice but to agree when you approved with Sam's idea.

Colby is your own scary dog privilege. This man looks like he would bite every one he sees. You know what that's a good thing cause you can walk freely, like you can hang out in the middle of the night with this man.

You hate the fact that him and sam has a whole demon up their asses every month, so you guys have to deal with it everytime.

#colby brock x reader #sam and colby #colby brock #colby brock fanfic #sam and colby x reader #colby brock x you #colby brock fluff

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cleolinda · 7 months ago

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I never actually explained why I started playing the Silent Hill 2 remake. As many people have pointed out, it is an absolutely wild choice (complex, difficult, scary, LONG) for my first video game. (I’m a mobile gamer, I wasn’t allowed to play video games as a kid, etc.)

Since Jacksepticeye has come back to Tumblr, I’ll be a dork and say that I became a big fan of his channel over the last couple of years, and I started watching game playthroughs generally to wind down at night. I’ll basically watch anything he plays, and in October, he played the new remake. I was maybe 20 when the original came out, but I didn’t know shit about Silent Hill. Something about Pyramid Head, The Scariest Games Ever, not really my thing, but sure. I started watching and... didn’t really get into it. Planets weren’t aligned that day, idk. I let it keep running, went on to the second video, and then we hit THIS scene:

youtube

That music comes in out of NOWHERE like strong perfume and I was like, what the fuck is this game, why is the acting so good, what is HAPPENING, I love it.

For several weeks, I was obsessed with the Akira Yamaoka soundtrack (both versions) and the story. The Actual Autism fully kicked in, and it was better than dealing with the rest of November 2024. I watched multiple people play the game, learned everything about it, didn’t care about the combat, never thought I’d play it myself.

And then, two months into this... I kinda... I kinda wanted to fight a leg monster. A mannequin. THEY ARE SO SASSY AND THEY’RE SMART despite having no heads. I wanted to engage in noble fisticuffs (anklicuffs?) with these things. I am proud to say that I have gone from getting stuck in the parking lot on day one to actually being really good at fighting mannequins. (It’s the lying figures that get me. Fucking splash-damage motherfuckers.) Over ten hours of practice play in the first three levels of the game, I’ve only died twice so far (and both times were when the game BOXED ME IN and swarmed me with vomit monsters. Rude).

So anyway, I decided to play the game, and @idoherty451 and I started discussing it in excessive depth, and now I want to do a text commentary for sure, and a video gameplay (voice) commentary if I can get that up and running; I already have some rough reaction audio that I've been posting. I just want all this (and the software I’m learning) to be a new set of tools in my “having fun discussing media” box, really. That said, I don’t know how far I’ll actually take the practice run, now that it’s fulfilled its purpose and I’ve diagnosed that my hapless ass needs to be on light combat. I’ve even played South Vale 2-3 times to develop basic skills! I’m doing so good! So it’s helped to do a first run, get through “I’m lost for half an hour” snarls, and practice moving the camera more smoothly. I may leave off with playing ahead before I get to the last two bosses years from now at this rate and let y’all see that happen, for better or worse, without any prep.

The whole premise here is that I want to walk through the game and talk about all the lore and easter eggs and theories I’ve learned about. It will be the opposite of spoiler-free (minus That One Big Thing I won’t give away). If you would like to watch spoiler-free playthroughs of this long-ass game, I also recommend Marz (new to the franchise) and Gab Smolders (huge OG fan).

Anyway, this is what I’ll be doing tomorrow while actively ignoring U.S. politics. James Sunderland has some very specific problems, and unlike mine, he can hit most of them with a steel pipe. Wish me luck with Pyramid Head.

#sh2r playthrough #sometimes I feel really shy about saying I like something and being Perceived #which is real fuckin' useful for someone who writes about things they like #ANYWAY #that's the back story for my wild-ass choice of first game #video #gaming #long post

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stormflypirateskin · 5 days ago

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"Chaos Chaos And What's That? More Chaos!!!" StrawberryCupcakes Joke Fic

This was inspired cuz we normally get get at least a Sprout during our runs but one day he just refused to spawn and we joked that a divorce happened between him and our beloved Kai 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏

Now we did get him the next day, no divorce but I still wanted to make a joke fic that will steal your functioning braincells, dear reader 💔💔💔

Kai your sona is stuck in my brain bro fluffy lil gremlin who loves their strawberry husband, ever since I did that ship art I've been giggling bro 🙏🙏🙏I just see you as a fluffy lil guy gelp

Don't expect anything impressive this is a fucking mess on purpose 😭😭💔💔

TAGLIST IDK: @cupcakewebkinz @k3echie @crayons-are-yummyy @foxythefox150 @scholar-the-genius-anon @go1dfish24 @soupiestzilla @fbpanimations IDK WHO ELSE I'M SORRY I'M RUSHING TO POST THIS LOL

It had been quiet, too quiet. The house that used to smell freshly baked sweets and sunshine now hasn't smelled like that for a good while now, so long ago that Kai wondered if that had ever been a thing.

The strawberry man just hasn't been around that day, Kai thought he was just helping others somewhere else and they just happened to need more help or something. Though when he hasn't even gotten back home to Kai was when they started to get worried now..

Sprout would be home by now! But it has been far too long, it was like the strawberry man himself had disappeared completely. Kai was hunching over the table that had the divorce papers on it as she sobbed, tears falling over the papers like crazy. Paws on her face as they felt the tears.

"I haven't.. SEEN him all day.. i-it's not over, is it?!" Kai slammed the table as more tears fell down, they couldn't see well in front of them from how hard she had been crying. The divorce papers felt like they have been staring at her.. menacingly.. like they are calling to them desperately. It's like the papers had an aura on their own that called out to the poor thing that was bawling her eyes out.

Well, it wasn't like this had ever happened before, Sprout always came back, hell, he even made whole ass kissy faces to Kai whenever he passed by them! He was literally a cuddle bug ready to steal his wife's attention every chance he got! He was literally head heels over them!!

"That's it!" Kai sniffled as she took the divorce papers in their hands. "He has some explaining to do! It's almost the next day!!" She got up, determined and immediately flew out the front door.. more like kicked it open. They kicked it so hard you'd thought someone owed her rent or some shit. It was hella scary.

You'd thought Kai teleported or something by how fast she got there. Gripping the divorce papers like someone was about to steal her favorite food right out of her hands. They went to the place Sprout would bake together with Cosmo and punched through the door before grabbing the key and unlocking it from the inside. She then pushed the entire door on the ground as she stood on top of it.

"K-Kai..!" Cosmo called out relieved and immediately went to them. "I.. I don't know what to do! It's.. it's bad!!" He then looked towards inside where a random ass screaming was heard. Cosmo was in near tears as he looked back at Kai, who the fluffy being almost looked like steam was coming out of her ears.

"Where."

"H-Huh..?"

"W h e r e."

Cosmo sniffled and gulped before shakily pointing towards the direction of where the goofy ahhh cartoon mf screaming was heard. Kai gripped the papers even harder you'd think she had a paper fan or something in their hands. Cosmo stood behind as he trembled and guarded the front door like they were dealing with a beast or some shit.

Getting closer, a horrible scratch noise was heard from the inside of the room and random walking but like heavy footsteps. Kai huffed and kicked the door down which caused a certain strawberry man to flinch and look up like he got caught sneaking to grab food at 3 am on a random tuesday. He had tears in his eyes and his nose was running, leaf hair all over the place, clothes dirty like he got mugged of all his tapes.

"C-Cook..?" His voice was so weak as he looked back at Kai who had crossed their arms and were tapping their paw on the ground repeatedly. Sprout sniffled as he banged his hands on the wall. The room was such a mess too, many cooking ingredients and more on the floor, eggs, flour, tortillas, croissants, mayonnaise, caramel, you name it. "Cook.. w.. we need to cook.. COOK!!!" He yelled like he was commanding a whole ass restaurant or something.

"I told you it was bad.. i-i don't know what to do about this.." Cosmo popped from behind as he looked at the sad state his best friend was. "I have been trying to figure out something all day.. I even locked the place so he doesn't get out.." He talked like his bestie was a wild animal in a zoo.

Kai cleared their throat before presenting the very crumbled divorce papers to the strawberry man. Sprout gasped so comically loud you would think he was getting all the air sucked out of his body. He placed his hands on his head as his jaw dropped so much and his eyes got big and teary.

"B-But.. we need to.."

"It's over, Sprout."

"C-COOK..?!"

"I said it's over, Sprout Seedly!!"

"w i f.." His voice got so quiet the moment he heard the last name he very hates. He immediately dropped on his knees as he looked with teary eyes towards the sky and let them roll down his face as he sniffled loudly. He then hunched forward as he faced the floor and cried. Kai just shook their head as they threw the ring towards the floor nearby Sprout, which made him cry even harder. Cosmo just looked at the entire scene as he covered his mouth in shock.

"Go cook then!"

"Wi...f.."

"I'm taking the kid too!!"

"WIF.. CHILD.." Sprout cried harder.

"YOU HEARD ME!!!" Kai pulled out a toddler sized strawberry cupcake from her bag before hugging it close to her, stroking it's head and cooing at it gently. "I'm sorry you had to see that, dear.. he won't make us cry any more.."

"Yes, mother." The cupcake kid said with a deep monotone voice. Kai smiled and started walking away, leaving the divorce papers on the floor behind for Sprout to deal with for now.

Crying strawberry dude looked up as tears fell down his face and his nose was a mess too from crying. He extended his hand towards Kai and their child before it falling on the floor in defeat as he curled up on his own tears, licking some random ass caramel that he accidentally picked up when going literally insane in this room. Cosmo blinked twice at the whole thing like he was watching a drama.

..........

.......

...

"NO PLEASE DON'T DIVORCE ME I WILL DO BETTER AND PLEASE LET ME SEE OUR BEAUTIFUL KID!!!!" Sprout gasped loudly as he sat up and pressed a hand on his chest, he was full on sweating and panting like he witnessed something horrifying. Kai sat up immediately as they felt him sit up and because they were also cuddling together and blinked twice as they were awake now.

"Sprout.. hubby? Are you okay? Did you see a nightmare?" Kai hugged him tighter and Sprout hesitated for a bit before holding his precious wife closer to him and just nodded. Kai stroked his leaf hair gently which caused him to calm down more and more, making him sleepy all over again. The wedding ring on Kai's fingers helping so much too.

"I love you so much.." Sprout whispered in tears as he held Kai closer. Kai smiled before leaning in to give him a kiss which really seemed to do the trick. He cupped with one hand Kai's face as he stroked her fluffy cheek with his thumb and the other arm was around her, holding her close and tightly.

"I love you too, Sprout.." Kai whispered back as they continued to hold him close to her. Sprout smiled hearing those words as he felt loved.

Little does Kai know that her not saying his last name also played a part in calming him down too.

Sprout hates his last name grrrrr...

Burn it.

Completely.

No crumbs left behind bro.

Let them kiss kiss fall in love.

All over again.

No divorce.

It never happened.

Ever.

#anna rambles #writing #fav #strawberrycupcakes #I'm not fucking main tagging this LOL #mutuals <3

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thejohnlockedfemboy · 2 months ago

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Nothing Permanent But Change, pt.10

tw for torture, heavy foul language, attempted psychological manipulation, threats of s*xual violence and brief non-consensual intimacy, descriptions of injury, ect

[ 5k+ words, not beta read, please inform in the comments if you see any grammatical or spelling errors, repetitions, ect ]

cross-posted on ao3

The four of them had just sat down at a table towards the back when Price’s phone began to buzz.

The pack alpha paused with his coffee mug halfway to his lips, sighed, and set his drink down.

He peered down at the screen. He really needed his reading glasses, but he was convinced they made him look older than he was, so he refused to wear them outside of his office.

Gaz leaned over. “It’s Laswell. Might wanna answer that.”

“Bugger me,” Price grumbled, standing. He quickly downed his coffee in one swig, stuffed half of his sandwich into his pocket, and stepped out from the bench seating. “I better go outside to take this. Kyle, make sure these two behave while I’m gone.” “Aye, sir,” Gaz replied through a mouthful of sweetcorn.

Once Price had disappeared outside, Millen tilted his head. “Who’s Laswell?”

“CIA Intelligence Officer,” Roach explained. “She helps connect us with assignments. Nice lady, but also really scary when she’s mad.”

“So why is she calling the captain?” Millen asked.

“Probably has a new op for us to deploy on,” Gaz answered, opening his paper carton of milk and chugging it down happily. “Good thing, too. It’s been ages since we’ve seen action. I can feel myself gettin’ fatter and lazier by the day.”

Millen frowned. “But you train all the time. It’s not like you’re sitting on your ass all day.”

“Still, it’s not the same as real combat,” Gaz said, with a note of wistfulness in his voice. “Dummy rounds don’t have the same edge to them, when you know there’s no consequences if you screw up. The only way to really keep yourself sharp is by keepin’ yourself alive out on the field. Go more than a few months without that adrenaline rush, and you’ll lose your edge.”

“And you… like it?” Millen questioned hesitantly. “The shooting, the noise… the fear?”

Gaz thought for a moment, twirling his fork. “I don’t like it, per se. But it… it feels right. Like a… purpose. We’re savin’ the world, y’know? One mission at a time.”

“Dude, that’s literal propaganda,” Roach pipes up, monching on a packet of crisps. “The only reason you joined up was to commit war crimes.”

“Did not! I enlisted to… to…” Gaz struggled for just the right phrasing. “Stop… the… baddies?”

“Mhm, sure,” Roach agreed, his antennae bobbing as he nodded. “And the sick abs and free rent were totally just a bonus.”

“Precisely,” Gaz said, grinning. “Have a six-pack, and have enough money for a six-pack. Of beer, that is.”

Roach rolled his eyes, since he didn’t partake in that particular vice himself. He found the tang of apple juice or the fizzle of pop to be much more satisfying than the bitter wash of alcohol.

Millen swiveled in his seat to try and see if Price would reappear. “You don’t think we’ll have a mission soon, do you?”

“Maybe,” replied Gaz. “Then again, Laswell might have been calling just to check in. She does that sometimes. Her and the captain go way back. Why are you worrying about it?”

“I’m not worried,” lied Millen, feeling a touch of defensiveness. “I just haven’t been here that long. I’ve never been on an op like the ones you’re used to.”

“Well, you have to start somewhere.” Gaz popped a crumb into his mouth. “Besides, you’ve been out in the field before. You’ll do fine.”

“Yeah, but never like you have. I was usually just dropped in as support. Half of the time, the fight was over before my feet ever touched the ground. Most of what I did was as a part of a cleanup crew, doing a broad sweep of the area, picking off any of the other side left loitering around. Even then, they were usually half-dead. It was…” He trailed off for a moment, as if he were remembering something he didn’t quite care to. “Almost too easy.”

Gaz wrinkled his nose in distaste. “You mean you’ve never gotten to really be out there, kickin’ ass in a firefight? That’s sad, brother. Every bloke ought to get to experience once in life. Truly nothing like it.”

“Kyle, that’s fucked up,” Roach laughed, casually stealing half of the dry lump of bread on Gaz’s tray. “And the fact that you think that’s concerning. You should be institutionalized.”

“Jokes on you, I’m into that shit,” Gaz shot back, and Roach made a lewd gesture that had several other men in the mess hall chuckling under their breath as they caught sight of the omega’s behavior. Roach winked at them.

“No, but seriously,” Gaz redirected the conversation. “You don’t have anything to stress over, Mills. Price might keep you benched until you’re a little more settled, or if you do get deployed with the rest of us, he’ll probably have you hang back, maybe double-check that all the loose ends are tied up. No big deal, you’ll see.” Millen shifted uncomfortably. “I genuinely don’t know that I could keep up, Gaz. I’m not exactly… spry. Or fit.”

Gaz glanced the xi up and down, clearly trying to find a supportive way to disagree. “No, you’re just– you need–” “More practice,” Roach chimed in helpfully.

“More practice,” Gaz reaffirmed. “If it’ll make you feel better, I can spot you in the gym later.”

“I hate the gym,” Millen sighed miserably. Gaz gave him a strange look. “Mate… we’re in the military. Being a gym rat is part of the package.”

“I used to like it well enough,” muttered Millen. “Now I can’t do anything but pull-ups.”

“What, because of your back?” Roach leaned forward inquisitively, sniffing at the air to try and pick up any trace of pain in Millen’s scent. “Your knees are busted up, too, right?”

“It’s not important,” Millen said instantly. If he ever wanted to have a chance with Roach, he couldn’t have the omega thinking he was defective, either physically or mentally. An injured alpha was an alpha that couldn’t protect his omega, and that meant if Roach caught wind of just how deep the damage Millen had sustained was, then he could very well shun Millen entirely as a prospective mate. “I’m fine, really,” Millen added. “My back only acts up when the weather gets shitty.”

Roach shrugged. “If you say so. But, I mean, we have free healthcare. You can just go to the infirmary.” “I don’t need the infirmary,” snapped Millen. There was a spike of something between fear aggression and annoyance in his scent, soured at the edges with shame like a chemical spill leeching slowly outwards. “I said I’m fine, and I am.”

“Okay, jeez, you brought it up,” said Gaz, raising a hand in a placating gesture. “Don’t bite Gary’s head off just because you wanna be a jackass. Ghh, are you even wearing your suppressant patches? You reek.”

Millen lowered his head, pulling his shirt collar up to cover his scent glands. “Price said I didn’t have to wear them anymore.”

“I think he smells fine,” Roach defended the xi, ruffling up. “Usually. You’re just making him nervous.” Gaz waved a dismissive hand. “I’m not making him nervous; he’s just that way all the time. You don’t share a room with him, so you don’t know.” Roach gave a little “hmph” and leaned over to whisper in Millen’s ear: “Ignore him, Mills. It’s fine to be nervous for your first big mission. I was. We all were.”

Millen gave a tight, weak little smile, but made no reply. He stared down at his tray of food, but his hunger was dampened by Gaz’s guess at Laswell’s reason for phoning Price. If they indeed would be deployed for an op, there was a likelihood that only one, two, or a trio of them might be required– that was the only thought that kept Millen from succumbing entirely to his fear and confessing that he didn’t think he could handle a mission now, or maybe ever. He had never wanted to be in the SAS, but had been placed with the 141 anyway, yet he was still expected to be held to the highest standard of military performance.

He could barely get through PT, let alone drills. He had been fortunate so far, and the only drills they had been required to stage were a few marches and one grenade safety tutorial that Ghost had oversaw for the rookies. But eventually the team would set up a serious exercise, and there was a high chance that Millen would show his true colors as not being up to scale. It could range from anything to survival training to what was the basic equivalent to capture the flag played in an active war zone.

Millen ran a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly. “I think I’m gonna go get some air. Maybe stop by the range.”

“Want me to come with?” Gaz offered, finishing up his own meal and gathering his silverware and trash to be disposed of. “I probably need to get a few hours in, too.”

Millen shook his head. “No, I… think I’m gonna go by myself, just for a bit? If that’s okay?” “Yeah, sure. I can hit up the gym first instead. Just shoot me a text if you change your mind and wanna come down so I can spot you after I’m done on the treadmill.

Millen gave a small nod, then stood and took up his own tray to be washed and put away by whatever poor sods were on kitchen duty that day. Once he’d dumped his leftover food in the bins and handed off his tray, fork, and spoon, he headed for the door. A blast of summer humidity slammed into him.

Ignoring the oppressively heated, wet air, he shucked off his lightweight jacket and slung it over his shoulder, limping off towards the shooting range. He wasn’t looking forward to the ache of tiredness that would come with holding up a semi-automatic or sidearm for an hour, tensed against the repeated kickback of each shot, but a good aim was one of the few things that he had going for him. He couldn’t slack off and risk losing that.

He turned to walk down the blocky alleyway between the armory and one of the storage buildings, which led out onto the main road coming in from the base’s gates, intent on cutting across to the open parade ground flanking the shooting range. It was a shortcut of sorts, allowing him to not have to go all the way around the long rectangular wall. However, not many used it, because it was too narrow to be mowed, allowing a weedy growup, and because of the jutting gutter-pipes that often dripped AC runoff. It made the entire length smell very metallic and unkempt compared to everything else around it.

When Millen was about halfway down, he heard a scrape of noise from somewhere just behind him and to the left, and paused.

He turned, but saw nothing. His brow furrowed. “Hello?”

There was no reply, nor further sound, so he just shrugged it from his mind, writing it off as perhaps a loose shingle having come undone, or someone having dropped something in the armory, or something else of that sort.

He continued down the shaded route, now almost to where the sunlight cut cleanly through the darker area between the hard-paneled buildings. From behind him came a low scuffling approaching rapidly, and he whirled, yet saw nothing.

His hand reached for where his sidearm should have been buckled at his hip. However, he had never taken to wearing it, and now was sorely regretting that. “Who’s there?” he called out, and then immediately felt silly and foolish.

He was on a military base, there was nothing to fear here. There were guards stationed everywhere, and nobody was allowed in without proper ID and clearance. He was becoming all flustered and on-edge by… He strained to think of what might have been skulking around the area.

“It’s just a squirrel, or a pigeon, or a cat,” he reasoned with himself. He knew that some of the soldiers often fed what few little animals made their way through the walls. Probably, whatever it was hoped that Millen had something on him food-wise.

“Go on, shoo!” Millen called out. “I don’t have anything. G’off!”

As he spoke, Millen caught a whiff of an unknown scent nearby. It was alphan, but not a pack alpha, and unmated. By now, he had familiarized himself with most of the other soldiers’ distinct scents, but this one he could not place. It was heavy and iron, like blood, with a horrible aftershave cologne applied far too liberally.

“Hello?” he repeated, taking a step towards the scent. He sniffed the air, and the hairs on the back of his neck began to prickle. A low whine built in his throat, and he took another uncertain step, shifting from foot to foot. “Soap? Gaz? Is this some sort of prank? It’s not funny, okay?”

Every instinct was telling him to get out into the open where he had a clear view of what was around him and nobody could creep up on him. He shuffled backwards, chuffing nervously, and then turned to run out towards the road—

Someone clicked their tongue, as if calling a well-trained dog. Millen jerked around to see a bulky figure standing at the end of the breezeway. His heart lurched to his throat, and he gave a thready little growl that would not have scared off even the most skittish of omegas.

“Come with us now, easy-like,” the figure’s voice crackled from behind a black mask. “And nobody gets hurt.”

Millen felt pure fear spike through him, so intensely that his lungs seemed to stall like an old engine. His scent flared with terror.

The figure began to advance, but Millen was rooted to the spot. He began to give small yaps, like a pup would use to try to cow one of their littermates, and the figure paused.

They snapped their fingers, and suddenly two sets of hands clamped down around Millen’s arms, pulling him backwards as a hood was pulled down over his head. He jerked and snarled, kicking out, but his assailants were far larger and stronger, manhandling him into submission.

Millen’s body realized the danger he was in, even if he had no idea what was going on. Scent poured from his neck, wrists, and thighs, so powerful that he heard the two people actively trying to wrangle him actually gag. Pheromones drenched the air like the battering rain of a monsoon, all begging for pack and help.

“Fuck, stop it!” One of the attackers choked out, their eyes streaming from the pungent release of hormones. They grabbed at his neck, trying to cover up his glands with one big hand, but Millen was still wriggling wildly, giving high, yawp-like noises. It was an instinctual call for aid, almost exclusively used by betas or omegas, since most alphas could take care of themselves. Millen, however, could not, and at the moment, his lizard brain was not worrying too much about what his secondary gender was.

“Shut him up!” the crackling voice snarled.

Millen had time for one last yelp before a fist slammed against the side of his head and his world went silent.

* * *

Millen was forced back to reality abruptly as someone shoved him down into a cold metal chair.

Disoriented, he tried to pull away, but his arms were already being cruelly bound behind the chair, forcing him to lean back to ease the strain on his shoulder joints. “Wha—“

Someone slammed his head back, a hand gripping Millen’s still-hooded jaw. “You speak when spoken to, bitch. You fuckin’ get that, or is your fag brain too scrambled from takin’ dick that you can’t understand me?”

Millen whimpered, trying in vain to hunker down. His breathing came rapid and harsh, the air under the hood having been recycled too many times already.

“I said, did you fuckin’ understand me?” The person cuffed him across the face, making him stifle a grunt of pain. “Answer me!”

Millen’s thoughts were racing, trying to recall every scrap of information on what to do if he was kidnapped… or captured? Were these hostiles? How had they gotten into the base? And why would they target him, of all people, a no-name staff sergeant who was just a xi.

There was another hard cuff, and it nearly broke his nose. “I understand!” The words jolted out of Millen before he could stop them, his heart pattering like a drumbeat against his ribs.

There was silence for a moment. Millen ducked his head, trembling violently, every nerve primed for electric reaction.

Slow footsteps made their way around him, like a predator circling its prey. Millen tried to follow them, angling his head this way and that, but the hood was of a thick weave and prevented him from seeing so much as a single blot of light.

The footsteps stopped directly behind him. Millen was stock-still, scarcely daring to breathe what little oxygen he had left. He felt dizzy and sick, like he was seconds away from losing what little he had eaten for lunch.

“Tell me your name,” the voice growled out. “Full rank and serial number.”

Millen swallowed hard. So he had been captured, not kidnapped. Which meant that it would be treason to give this person any information. If he was rescued, and had broken, he could be given the death penalty at the hands of his own government. But wasn’t there something in the Geneva Convention that specified what he could tell without consequence? He wasn’t sure.

He stayed silent.

“Tell me your name,” repeated the voice, anger and impatience creeping in. “Speak, or I’ll cut out your tongue and make sure you can’t answer a question ever again.”

Millen screwed his eyes shut and willed himself not to whimper. There was a very low likelihood that the person would actually make good on their threat— like they said, if Millen had no tongue, he wouldn’t be able to answer any questions at all, and then they’d get no information out of him, and it would all be a waste of time. If his captor actually got fed up with him, they’d just kill him.

Something nagged in the back of his mind. He was wearing his dog tags when they took him, he always wore his tags. So why didn’t they just look at them to get his name? It would be much easier than trying to bully it out of him.

This train of thought was cut off as the interrogator suddenly pushed Millen’s chair forcibly backwards. There was a brief moment as the seat balanced on two legs before it crashed to the concrete floor. Millen cried out as his arms were pinned beneath his own weight. Admittedly, it wasn’t very much, but it wasn’t comfortable, and the position now put all of the stress on the middle of his back, sending a low, throbbing pressure to build at the base of his spine, where most of his previously injured discs were.

“Useless slag,” spat the interrogator. “You think you’re a tough sonna-bitch? I’ve snapped men twice your size in half. You fuckin’ hear me, rat?”

Millen’s arms were quickly going numb. He was squirming to try and shift positions as best he could. He was shaking uncontrollably, the blood rushing to his head as the vitriolic smell of his distress began to seep out from his scent glands, which were now inflamed and itchy from the excess amounts of hormonal oil that had been produced. It was still oozing down his neck, like an ant creeping across his flesh, and he reflectively rolled his shoulder, trying to swipe the congealing fluid away.

The interrogator was dragging the chair upright again. Millen gave a soft gasp as his back was bent again.

“What unit are you in?” snapped the interrogator. They rattled the chair, causing Millen to be flopped forward and backwards helplessly. “Who’s your commanding officer?”

Millen couldn’t breathe. He was sucking in desperate mouthfuls of air, the cloth hood tight against his lips, his neck thrashing back and forth to try and dislodge the unwanted article.

The interrogator gave a nasty laugh. “Hyperventilating, are you? Go ahead and squirm. Won’t get you anywhere. Come on, bender, can’t catch your breath? Stupid, knot-lickin’ cunt.”

Millen was choking on his own panic. If he had just leaned his head forward to make a larger gap between the hem of the hood and his neck, and calmed his breathing, then more fresh air could have gotten to him, but as he was— blinded, in completely unknown surroundings, and being shouted at and tossed around, he was frightened out of his wits.

He was effectively smothering himself, flailing in the chair, pulling uselessly at the ropes that kept his arms tied. The room was saturated with cortisol and adrenaline.

“Answer me!” The interrogator barked out, again kicking the chair to the ground. “Who is your commanding officer? What unit do you serve under?”

Hot tears streamed down Millen’s face as his chest seemed to seize and pain jolted up his back from the impact. His legs hung limply to the side and his forearms were already blooming with purple bruises where the floor had jammed them between it and the chair.

The interrogator’s steel-toed boot made contact with his shoulder, then his arm, his side, his hip. He howled out at the impact.

He was going to die. They were going to kill him, he knew it. He wished he’d answered the question now.

The interrogator was still cursing him out. “I can make you fall apart. I’ll cut you up so good that the police will be findin’ bits of your body for six months. And you’ll be alive for four of them—“

He didn’t catch the rest of the threat, feeling himself beginning to part from his physical presence in a way that he hadn’t since his parachuting accident, when he would lay in the hospital bed losing hours at a time between blinks. His thoughts emptied, like an old box television turned to an off-the-air channel, grey and cracking with static. He let his mind sever itself from its prison of bones.

* * *

His limbs were cold and stiff.

He flexed his fingers, his hands, his toes, but they were slow to move, as if he was trying to slog through molasses. His legs were trembling fiercely, the muscles of his calves on fire, his knees locked. His back was arched, and he only vaguely processed the bone-deep agony in his back and hips.

They had him in a stress position, and yet he could not remember being untied or moved. Judging by the way he was wobbling on the pads of his feet, he had been like that quite awhile.

He felt faint and sickly. The dull thump-thump-thump of his heartbeat whumped steadily in his ears, which were covered with stout headphones blaring urgent noises. His panic was gone, replaced by a heavy detachment from the world around him. The distorted audio feed was just on the closer side of familiar, but he couldn’t decipher the garbling shrieks as speech, though he knew it must be saying something.

His vision was a curtain of darkness. Was the hood still covering his face, or were his eyes closed? He couldn’t make sense of anything, and he was sinking again, losing his brief moment of clarity in a fog of white noise.

* * *

Millen gasped for breath as icy water drenched him like a rat fallen into a wintery stream.

His eyes snapped open, LED lights searing into his brain. His pupils constricted into inky pinpricks as he tried to turn his face away from the brightness, only to have gloved hands force him to look straight up and ahead.

His eyes watered and reddened, his narrow chest heaving. There was a coppery taste in his mouth, and he didn’t know if it was blood or if he had vomited. His ears were ringing like church bells tolling out the death knell for a man condemned to swing.

Chaos assaulted his previously offline senses. Someone was screaming at him, then two someones, three, four! Was he seeing doubles, or were they all just wearing the same masks?

He felt like he was a newborn, having been wrenched from the warm darkness and safety of the womb into a noisome world of strangers touching and pulling and all talking over one another. He opened his mouth to speak, but only a hoarse croak escaped him.

His throat was dry with thirst, his tongue feeling swollen and thick in his mouth, as if he had swallowed many spoonfuls of honey. His stomach cramped with fear and hunger. Usually, he could go seven or eight hours between meals without needing more, so had he been trapped in this living hell for that long, or was his functions burning through the calories from lunch faster because of the intense stress his body was being subjected to?

He licked his lips, managing to swipe up some of the water his interrogators had thrown over him. His lips were cracked— he’d bitten them in his struggles, or else worried at them so much as he drifted in a daze that the skin had been split open by his teeth.

His bloodshot eyes darted this way and that, but he could see nothing besides sheer black walls with no windows or decorations. It was a small room, the foundation sitting heavily in a way that suggested it was an old building, more than twenty or thirty years. There were scrapes on the floor, and stains that made Millen’s gut twist to think about what they might be.

His world was spinning. It was the same sensation he had experienced when he was still a young paratrooper, only about six months out of basic training, and had hit his head quite hard during a drill. He had gotten a full week off-duty in case of concussion, and the nurse at the infirmary had felt so sorry for him — because back then, he hadn’t been all that bad-looking, and with a certain sense of duty and confident chivalry that had been rather appealing — that she had offered for them to go out on a date during his next weekend pass. Nothing had ever come of it, but she had been kind and pretty, and it was recalled by Millen as a good, wholesome evening.

Another bucketful of water splashed atop his already soaked head, letting him know that he had again allowed the clutching hands of the clock to scuttle past his awareness to run freely. His curls dripped wetly onto his face and he was beginning to shiver, his skin chilled like that of a hooked fish tossed directly into a cooler from the lake without it having bothered to be clubbed to a merciful death.

He felt something unyielding against his back and realized he had been placed back into a chair. He wasn’t strapped down, likely because he had been completely unreactive for most of his time in the hands of his captors, and they thought it was improbable that he would attempt aggression by that point. He had the sudden, ridiculous urge to ask why he had been released from the stress position. Probably, he had collapsed, fallen over, his legs given out.

He could imagine it. Him, forced into a hybridization of kneeling and squatting, thighs torturously made to bear him fully, his center of balance precariously pivoted onto the front of his feet, and then suddenly just toppling over like he had been nudged by an invisible finger.

He barked out a startled laugh.

The interrogators stopped abruptly. One glanced to the other. There appeared to be some uncertainty.

Millen’s laughter slowly built into a wretched, high-pitched sort of creaking. Tears welled in the corners of his eyes. Was he mad?

The barrel of a gun was jabbed against the crown of his temples. “Stop laughing! Stop laughing, or I’ll fucking blow your brains out!”

There was a click as the safety was flicked off, but Millen couldn’t stop himself. He was sobbing in mirth, and it was a response of a pure, unfiltered stress that had gone on for too long.

A gunshot cracked right next to his ear, but he still didn’t quiet. One of the interrogators lifted him by the lapels of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. “You think this is funny, you little punk? You think you can just laugh it off, like you’re some kind of big, bad hero? Well, I’ll tell you what, faggot—“ The interrogator towered over him, grinding his face against the hard surface, one hand gripping at his hair. “—you’ve got another goddamn thing coming. You wanna see how tough you are when me and my men are rapin’ your mingin’ hole? Turn you into a proper whore, bet you’d like every second of it, too. Bet you wank off at night thinkin’ of some real man taking you like you’re nothin’ more than a glory hole. That’s all you are, though, innit?”

The interrogator’s hand groped downwards, snagging at the waistband of Millen’s trousers, palm flattened against the xi’s crotch.

Something inside of Millen snapped.

He was on the other person in seconds, teeth trying to find their throat, his fingers scrabbling for the pistol they still held in their hand.

The interrogator yelped, stumbling backwards and then crashing to the ground. Millen went with him, two small, blunt fangs catching against the side of their masked face, tearing through the fabric to sink into the soft cheek-flesh below.

The interrogated cried out, one fist beating against Millen’s side to try and dislodge him and the other keeping the gun as far away as possible from his reach. “Get him off me! Stop the session!”

Millen was too far gone to comprehend what their last sentence’s implications were as his nails scratched at the interrogator’s clothes, finding purchase so that even as the other three scrambled over to try to grab him, he couldn’t be pried off. He bit and bucked like a feral creature, like a fox trapped in its den by the hunter and the dog, and his scent was of things over-ripened, of worm-eaten apples left rotting below the tree or grain fermenting in waterlogged fields when the farmer cannot yield his crop for the rain.

Something sharp and pronged was jammed into his ribs, and Millen’s entire body locked up, electricity coursing through his overtaxed muscles. For several terrible seconds, he was spasming, every part of his body tensed and his nerves alight with white fire. Then the taser was switched off, and he went limp, still clutching the interrogator’s shirt, his legs twitching sporadically and eyes glazed over.

In a last-ditch effort before what he assumed would be his horrific death, he buried his teeth into the arm of one of the interrogator’s arms and clung on with the strength of a snapping turtle.

Hot iron flooded his mouth, smeared over his nose, splattered down his chin, and the interrogator screamed. The taser bit into Millen’s flesh again, this time against his chest, and it felt like his bones were being filled with liquid silver, sparks exploding in front of his eyes.

“Millen! Millen, let go, stop!”

Millen was pulled away from all four ‘interrogators’ and against a lean chest, warm brown hands running up and down his biceps, checking for any injuries. Another set joined in, hefting him to the xi to his feet as he swayed, his legs buckling.

“Fook, get ‘im sitting down,” ordered a distinct Manchester gruff. Millen was looking around in complete bewilderment, whimpering softly, shrinking from the gentle touches, which were a far cry from the rest of the meanness showed to him in that dank, bleak room.

“Millen? Mills, can you hear us?” That was Gaz, his polished London accent achingly familiar. The beta was already unbuttoning Millen’s shirt, exposing bruises flowering like purple allium up his pale olive skin, and twin puncture wounds from where the barbs of the taser had been fired into him. “Come on, love, you’re alright. Breathe, just breathe.”

Millen was still trapped in a state of fight-or-flight, beginning to struggle against Gaz’s hold. “S-stay away from me! Get away!”

Gaz tried to grab Millen’s hands, but the xi was more than terrified, his mind painting Gaz as a trick, an illusion – a threat. It was all still very real, and Millen’s chest and side burned from the shock, his thoughts jumbled into a cacophony of buzzing noise and flashing images that came too fast, as if each frame of what he was experiencing was cranked to extreme high-definition and the contrast was at one hundred percent.

Millen tried to free himself from Gaz’s hold, but a firm palm clasped the xi’s scruff, and he went limp instantly.

Alpha.

The heavy flush of pheromones washed across Millen’s tongue, his mouth open and panting. The familiarity of aged cigars and whiskey, played over the natural heat and salt of a pack alpha’s dominance that reminded Millen of a cedar forest on a hot July day.

Millen whined softly, his own scent opening up in invitation, like the petals of a torch ginger unfurling for the vibrant sunrise over the hills of Princípe. Strong, calloused hands cupped his face and thumbed over the bruises painting his cheekbone and nose where he had been struck.

“Settle, son. It’s over.”

“Captain?” Millen managed to ask, his voice cracking in the middle. “I don’t— I don’t understand—“

Gaz came into focus, with Ghost standing behind him like a second shadow. “RTI, mate. Resistance to Interrogation. It was a staged exercise.”

Millen was starting to quiver again. His brain felt like it was melting as he fought to make sense of the information he was being given. “But the— they just showed up, and I was— I was going to the range—“

“That’s what Laswell was phoning Price about,” Gaz explained, his expression sympathetic. “To confirm that you were ready. When Price told her yes, I texted him that you were heading down to the shooting range, and then he got back to Laswell so she could tell the guys pretending to be hostiles where to nab you. You put up a pretty good fight for being outnumbered three to one and unarmed.”

“He could have done better,” Ghost disagreed. He was frowning behind his balaclava. “Don’t give him credit just for being able to send out a scent-based distress call. It doesn’t work worth a dime if the pack’s not nearby.”

Gaz shot the lieutenant a glare, as if reminding him just how psychologically taxing RTI training could be. Ghost, however, just grunted, rolled his shoulders, and lumbered out of the room along with the rest of the actors. One of the ‘interrogators’ was still clutching his arm where Millen had bitten him.

“Seriously, are you okay?” Gaz turned back to Millen, turning his face this way and that, inspecting the mild damage. “I know it’s a lot to take in, man, but you’ll feel a lot better after a hot shower and some sleep. You’ve been in here for about fifty-six hours.”

Even in the state he was in, math remained one of Millen’s few strong suits, and he repeated the information, his voice faint. He could remember all of less than thirty or forty minutes. “Two and a half days?”

“Almost, yeah,” confirmed Gaz, as Price slowly helped Millen to stand again, supporting some of his weight so the xi didn’t fall again.

“Let’s get you back to base, see if the infirmary won’t check you out,” the captain said, urging Millen forward on jellied legs. “Bet you could use a paracetamol right about now. Stress positions are hell on the joints.”

Millen allowed himself to be numbly led down a short hallway and out into a yard of dead grass confined in by a chain-link fence topped with razor wire. There was a guard stationed at a small gate, though they quickly allowed the quartet — because Ghost had joined them again now — to pass through to the gravel road beyond, where a mud-splashed Jeep was waiting.

Price claimed the driver’s seat, with Ghost in shotgun beside him. Gaz loaded Millen into the back, where there was a bottle of vitamin water and a protein bar waiting, both of which the beta slid into Millen’s noodle-strengthed fingers. “Here, you need to eat and drink something. I know you probably don’t feel like eating right now, but try for at least a few bites, okay?”

Millen just stared down at the plastic bottle. There was a picture of a happy stick-person on the label. He didn’t feel very happy himself.

Something wet dripped down onto his wrist. For a moment, he thought that maybe the bottle had sprung a leak, until he registered the tears slipping down his face. He hadn’t realized he’d began to cry.

Gaz’s gaze softened. He reached out to brush the tears from Millen’s cheeks. “Hey, no, don’t. It’s okay. It was all just… pretend. It was a test. You did good!”

Millen just shook his head, pulling away from Gaz’s touch. He’d thought he was going to be killed. He’d been put in a situation where he was made to believes he’d been kidnapped by people who would harm him, would torture him, and left there for almost three days without food, water, or sleep. Even in disassociation, those vital needs being ignored, even denied, took a tremendous toll.

How was it legal? It wasn’t ethical. It was manipulation, it was fear factoring, like placing a rabbit in a cage and having a hawk be allowed to swoop back and forth overhead, so that the poor trapped creature has no choice but to feel the shadow of its greatest predator wash over it again and again. The rabbit knows it must run when the skies darken under the beat of the hawk’s wings, but the wire mesh prevents its instincts from being fulfilled.

Millen never agreed to that, never wanted that. He was shaking and sweating, the space behind his eyes aching with the promise of a migraine.

Shame curdled in his belly. He had been such a coward, cringing away from reality to hide in his own head. He hadn’t been brave or defiant like he should have been.

He didn’t deserve to be called an alpha. He was no more courageous than a pup. He would never be anything more than the miserable thing he was now, weeping over a danger that had never existed in the first place. He could bet that Ghost hadn’t cried, and certainly not Price. Soap would have laughed in the face of the interrogators and told them to go fuck themselves. Gaz would have followed protocol down to the letter and stared into space, preserving his own dignity in a way that Millen hadn’t even attempted to.

It had taken the xi up to the point of gross sexual groping to finally try and fight back. How much further would he have allowed the actor to go if he’d been just a little deeper into his head? How far would the actors themselves have went if Millen had continued to take the abuse meekly?

The fact that he didn’t know scared him.

He stared out the window, pretending to watch the scenery roll past. But he saw nothing but the echo of how much better it would have been if he had been discharged, after all.

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💳 💥💳💥💳💥💳 Rhea Ripley social media posts / talking bout her girlie in interviews part 2 pleaseeeeeeeee 🥵🙏

I mean, if yall are insisting…🤷‍♀️

For the purposes of this, you're not a wrestler

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/fandomfucker/745782885181734913/do-you-think-you-could-do-one-for-rhea-were-its?source=share

Also, currently getting my first tattoo as I write this so please ignore any possible grammatical errors

With the ass video going around, you’d repost it with a “😋🍽️” caption and she would immediately repost it with a “🙇🏻‍♀️🍑🍽️” or sum shit to rile up the fans

You don't have a hug social media following yourself, but they do often ask for more content. Specifically outfit of the day(s)

You make Rhea do them with you because she makes you feel more confident and in every video you can see her just staring at you in the mirror the whole time

I've already said Rhea will bully people off the internet for being me to you. But you? Oh my god you’re worse than Rhea is

If one of her co-workers says something even slightly unkind about her in an interview (Becky👀) you will go with Rhea to her next show and find them backstage

You don't even wrestle or fight but Rhea has had to pull you away from multiple people now because you will fight anybody and everybody for her

One of said fights happened to go viral online, no punches were actually thrown as Rhea had dragged you back first though

People online either loved the love between you two as a couple, or wished they had a partner absolutely willing to throw hands will someone over them

Rhea would do your makeup for videos and she'd always do her makeup on you to see what it would look like

She also does voiceovers on your own makeup videos, or a day in the life, or something

The fans always eat it up too cause Rhea's commentary is hilarious

Whenever you're backstage and Rheas going to take photos, she’ll ask you to do the shoot with her so that her fans, and yours, can get sexy pictures of you both to thirst over

Totally not because she loves seeing you both look like that and wants a picture for her lock screen

Rhea started a war of bad facetime screenshots between the two of you on Instagram and you're determined to win

To the point that you have called people to interfere in the background while Rheas at work to get a bad reaction photo out of her

She's too proud to admit it, but it's worked several times

Your tiktok has pretty much become a house reno account

You build all the furniture and shit, make the cool decorations and put them up, paint, do everything yard-eorl related while Rhea picks out what's pretty and the pretty colors

She'll also help you carry heavy stuff around cause she's jacked and you like watching her work but she mainly kinda just like, flounces around

The fans are dying for the two of you to have a show on HGTV together

Which may or may not be in the works

SCARY DOG TREND

It went VIRAL

that's how most mosherz were introduced to you as Rhea’s partner

You started vlogging, though not very often, just so that you could have the permanent memories of all the different experiences between you and Rhea

You only post like once a week but people eat it UP

You have your own merch now

Most of its the two of you but there is a shirt or two thats just one of you

There are mercy plushies of both Barry and Luna that you always have to put up for pre-order cause they sell out in seconds

Clothes for said plushies are in the works

She posts little video clips of you on her story the same way she does her dogs

And it's always the embarrassing ones where you're completely cuddled into her and shit

She got Saints of the Undead (the people who make her leather jackets) to make you a personalized one as well even though you don't wrestle

It's your favorite thing in the world and you wear it more than you should

Like it matches with nothing that you're wearing it with

But, it says “Mami’s” on the back of it so you make sure to wear it especially when you go with her to Raw, Smackdown, any povs, etc so that people know you belong to her

#rhea ripley #the judgement day #wwe raw #wwe #rhea ripley x reader #the judgment day #tjd x reader #the judgement day x reader #the judgment day wwe #the judgment day x reader

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hahjsshnanans772 · 3 months ago

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stupid fucking itrapped with his stupid ass crown I am quitting drawing in the big 2025 expect no more tickle art from me. /j

Anyways! Hopping up and down in joy because im writing taph headcanons! Also taph with owl features is canon the owner of forsaken said that to me in my dream. Looks ahead as I get pelted with tomatoes

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GENERAL ;

- 75% Ler | 25% Lee, I know…, my second headcanons post and. And they’re all LERS!!!!! AGHH!!!!

- REALLY prefers being a ler, mostly because he can’t properly communicate when tickled. And he just finds it kinda. Icky feeling at times

- Absolutely tickles the hell out of Dusekarr, and the exact same happens to him when the latter wants revenge! scary!

- #has wings and claws and #uses them

- also considering he’s a suffer in silence type of guy, he’s not really all that keen on platonic physical affection when he’s in a bad mood. Boo let yourself be free! That’s why he’s a target for comfort tickles

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LEE ;

- despite literally being a massive ler, he’s still stupidly ticklish

- said ticklish spots are his back and sides! Really anywhere close to his wings are ticklish.. which means ticklish face cheeks. Peak!

- ohhhh did I mention his stupidly ticklish back and face wings. Poor boy. And they fluff up and flutter aswell!!! aw!!!! Sorry I love him, also hides his face behind his wings when being tickled!

- unironically a squirmer, literally gets into half wrestling matches with his lers because of how bad it tickles. #howtogainablackeye. Looking at you chance

- Really light and sweet giggles, he can laugh just as loud as the rest of the survivors, but doesn’t really like hearing it. Also chirps and coos. But you have to like. Have super awesome hearing to even register it

- Compliment teases absolutely melt this stupid boy!!!! he cannot take any compliments, but any other teases used on him are just. Not that affective

- also an accidental puncher. Literally almost knocked the air out of builderman when he was rubbing their upper back. Supportive dad of the group gets punched in the big 2025

- HATES being pinned down for easier tickling or having his arms held. You either deal with the guy that can almost wrestle a solider. Or you do not tickle him at all!

- but he absolutely loves the tickling spells dusekkar can cast. Literally purposefully annoys him for tickles. Always works. Dusekkar can not say no to him

- overall! He is a challenge to tickle, but high risk equals a high reward! Prefers to burrow in his blankets and pillows after being tickled. Usually alone to think. And sometimes cuddle with his ler.

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LER ;

- EVIL. EVIL AND MALICIOUS.

- like I said. He has wings! And when you have wings with feathers! it’s basically a game over for his lee! What!

- also has claws! literally made guest 1337 scream like an absolute GIRL!!!! thats also how everyone found out he had ticklish knee pits.. or the soft skin around the back of the knee. Whatever

- considering he’s mute, he goes for physical teases. Which is basically being a massive asshole and making his tickles stupid slow and soft. Literally always expect anticipation from him

- prefers medium paced tickles, ones not too soft, but not too rough that it would leave nail marks. He’s evil! Not a monster! But it’s up to his lee if they want the former or latter

- Dusekkar. Pumpkin guy is lee #1 when taph is in a ler mood! Thats all

- still hides his face when tickling others, adds onto his mysterious ler stature. Shivers. Doesn’t work on dusekkar or builderman tho, they literally already have to deal with another evil bird man

- gossips about others tickle spots with shedletsky. Considering that both of them are evil. And both can understand sign language. Wow. Smart shedletsky

- aftercare is cuddling. Nothing else. Expect to be cuddled for the next four hours, also likes to loosen the knots in his lees hair. Cough cough two-time being purposely targeted

this is properly also most likely ooc, but let’s. Be honest here! Taph’s personality is. Kinda wired, I also see taph as not being as soft and kind as a lot of people think he is. Considering he’s a grown man who worked with explosives and the government . Cough. With Builderman COUGH COUGH.

I see, him as touch-starved in a way, but like. Not in the way where most fanfic writers make him absolutely crave touch like he’s dying. Especially from builderman. But because of his mysterious and possibly unnerving nature that makes him kinda unapproachable. He’s like two-time but minus their craziness and love for their wired ass cult

also didn’t mention his abilities. Didn’t see how’d they fit, even then, taph doesn’t use any of his equipment like his tripwire to tie others up, he prefers to just use his wings and claws.

anyways tell me if I should more headcanons or no. Your choice! Not mine

#yuri’s headcanons #forsaken tickles #ler!taph #lee!taph #sorry I just do not see taph as a silly innocent tickler #he’s like. properly in his mid-late twenties #or even older #he has some child whimsy #but that doesn’t mean that the character is automatically nice or something #he also properly leaves builderman alone at times #mostly because of his parasocial relationship. and he’s most likely slowly realizing that builderman sees him as a simple ally #or something like that. I guess

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mulders-too-large-shirt · 2 months ago

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s8 episode 12 “medusa” thoughts

been having a tough day and i need agent time to make it better (i spent 5 hours straight working on an assignment due soon and i realized i got it all wrong and will have to start over tomorrow. fmllllll)

agent time fix me. fix me, agent time. please.

looks like we’ll get another one starring just doggett, but some of the doggett episodes have been really good, so i’m allowing myself to be taken along for the ride. sad that the ones with scully have had weaker writing! you’d think they’d know what to do with her by now!

(love when i'm wrong sometimes! hallelujah! a full scully ep!)

i wonder what she has been up to/what the in-universe reason for her being away has been…? hmm. i’ll have to think on that.

let us unwind from the day’s worries with doggett time…

and he’s going to boston… visiting his ancestral homeland…

let’s go.

(post-episode thoughts: agent time did, in fact, fix me.

looooooord, the way he trusts scully so entirely... how he was defending her to strangers..... come on now, make some noise for john jay doggett! and for scully!! and for their relationship development!

i'm a little confused as to what time of year this takes place/if the cases in this season have been going in chronological order- redrum was in december? so when was this? can the txf scholars let me know... tysm)

we open on the subwayyyyy. damn, speaking of which, chappell needs to drop that song NOW. i checked spotify to see if she did, and she HAS NOT, been there is a new lorde song, so that is good. but come on girl. how long must the people wait?!

anyway. a guy in a trench coat is waiting for the subway. when a bald man approaches with a scary sting of music. he is getting close to trench coat guy! who is reporting him as a fare jumper and possible 10-13 (idk what that means and it’s not my business)

trench coat guy gets on the subway… must be an undercover cop. no one else seems to get on. he reports all clear, and btw, his name is officer philbrick. now we know!

the subway is so empty…. one must ask why that is.

but the scary music sting! the bald guy approaches!! how did he get on here?? why is he chewing gum aggressively?

AUGH, my volume was WAY too loud for that squeaky brake sound effect. philbrick dropped his gun!! the electricity cuts out and we hear him screaming as bald guy… stomps on him?

at a different stop, more people get on… and a woman screams as we see that half of philbrick has been melted away!! bro is just a skeleton on one side!!! nasty!!!

what did bald dude do to him…. and for what purpose….?

tragedy on the subway today, i guess.

intro timeeeeee

scully's head shot is still a serve even though i know she probably won’t be here today 💔 and our now familiar visuals. yeahhhhhh, get into it.

okay, let us pick up the pace in the case of the boston face melter.

WAIT! REJOICE! scully is here!!! i imagine it will only be for a brief amount of time because she wasn’t mentioned in the episode description, but still!!

they are serving looks as they arrive and the people they are meeting (later revealed to be named bianco and karras the subway czar) let them know the assessment team has been waiting 45 minutes. rude! you don’t know their story…

scully has a grey turtleneck today. i appreciate her new dedication to the art of the turtleneck.

scully was examining the body and this subway czar karras and his excessive boston accent is mean af!! saying anyone could have done that!! RUDE??? she just stares at him, lmao. she’s not just anybody, you dick.

all he wants to know is when the subway can go back to working. he will turn the subway on in a few hours. they have until 4.

scully is like you absolute fool… this guy got his body eaten away… and this other guy (bianco) says: well, it’s actually pretty simple. “simple?” asks scully. read his ass!! he says well, uhhh an assailant killed a cop. BUT HOW, asks doggett!!

well, it’s actually ISN’T FUCKING SIMPLE, because we have NO IDEA WHAT MELTED HIS FLESH AWAY!!!

karras the transportation guy is a dick.

he introduces the agents to melnick, who oversaw the construction of the tunnel, and dr. lyle, who works with the special pathogens branch at the CDC.

scully says she thought there were no pathogens and lyle is like “guess i’m here for moral support” <- DAMN, everyone in boston is nasty. meanwhile, doggett is stripping off his jacket in the back and getting suited up.

dr. lyle wants to know what bases they are covering. “agent scully is a medical doctor who they tell me has a lot of experience with equivocal death”

melnick laughs- not totally in a mean-spirited way, though. “i mean, you’re dead or you’re not, right?”

so scully clarifies: “deaths for which there may be many explanations, or for which an explanation may be hard to find” <- well, yes!! that is her thing!

doggett is still suiting up. “what about you?” asks lyle, severely checking him out. “i’m just a good shot” <- lmao. king.

bianco gets his gun and says they’ll get the show on the road.

OH SHIT! scully isn’t coming with them: “you’re going in without me”

doggett is surprised. “what?”

“i don’t know what kind of games are being played, but i’m going to be much more effective-"

WHY DID MY LAPTOP RESTART?! I’M GOING TO YELL.

IT WAS GETTING JUICY. IT JUST FUCKING SHUT OFF AND RESTARTED. I DIDN'T TOUCH ANYTHING???

fuck. now i have to LOG BACK. IN I’M SO FUCKING MAD.

god, i need to yell real quick.

okay, we’re back. after some TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES...

let us resume where we left off:

“i don’t know what kind of games are being played, but i’m going to be much more effective analyzing the situation from up here”

so she has not told him her big secret. got it 👍

(which is why i ask about the timeline of this season because... if we lost mulder in may... and we saw her and doggett in december in redrum, which was a few episodes ago... and this episode comes AFTER that... she doesn't have much longer to hide this😭😭either the timeline makes no fucking sense and jumps around or she is reading up on how to hide shit from people)

(that is what the turtlenecks are for... hiding secrets)

aw, he looks sad. “yeah, but i’m just the tag along here. this is your thing. you’ve got all the experience” <- nooooo :( doggett, don't make me sad :(

i feel bad for himmmmm. at the same time though, i don’t fault her for keeping her secret, well, secret. especially given the circumstances. but also it’s funny he hasn’t clocked it yet. or at least hasn’t voiced it. what a detective.

“you’ve got capable people with you, agent doggett. what i need down there are eyes and ears” (read: she believes in him)

he looks. thinks. nods. “okay. i’ll be your eyes and ears. only i wish someone would tell me what the hell it is i’m supposed to be looking for”

aww. why am i repeatedly saying "aww" over this exchange? doggett... don't work your charms on me. she hands him this walkie talkie thing and watches as he puts it on.

so. scully is off to watch from the great big subway controller room, which suits her. i’m pretty sure her lines are recorded in voice over, because the audio quality just changed pretty drastically. clever way to get around filming and contract restrictions, though, i’ll give 'em that.

doggett and the others are going in!

ah, agent time always makes me feel better.

she can see what he sees: “we got you every step of the way” <- awwwwww :( why am i emotional….

the creepy subway czar karras is watching her, omfgggg

and they shut down the ventilation in the subway, so they’re all in the heat!!! lyle is pissed, but i don’t blame her. someone steps into a mystery puddle. AUGH, it shines GREEN, nope nope nope. i hope it wasn't enough to infect anyone...

“agent doggett, you still reading me down there?” “like a songbird, agent scully” <- why is he a loser. said with so much love. lmao.

but melnick starts screaming! saying something is burning!!! it’s on his neck!! doggett asks if they get seepage around these parts. lyle remembers the puddle and is off to get a sample. “we were told there were no contaminants down here” <- unfortunately, sometimes people lie 💔💔

and lyle analyzes the sample in some sort of box thing and transfers the data over to scully!!! which is very cool. is that a real technology? turns out it’s just seawater, though. scully calls to try and get a molecular analysis and scary boston subway czar karras reminds her they only have 4 hours. stfu.

but something is down in the tunnel!! they’re still stopped from dealing with melnick’s burns, but doggett is setting out after whoever it is. and bianco takes off his bulletproof vest because he’s hot, which can only end poorly. real chekov's gun sort of moment.

(author's note: the metaphorical gun was not fired, lmao)

they find a tunnel from the old system that has been shut down for years. the other fuckass subway dude bianco says they’ll waste time investigating it. but good luck talking doggett out of it. creeepy tunnel!!!!

doggett asks melnick and dr. lyle if they should investigate when a ZOMBIE THING IS ON HIM! shoutout to lyle for trying to warn him, fr, fr. it tackles him!!! leave him ALONE!!!! i’m serious.

doggett is knocked on the ground and he needs a minute to catch his breath. AUGH, when he sits up he sees a zombie dude.

scully’s stressed tf out, LMAO “uh, okay, i see it” (rests a hand on her forehead) “um, i’m going to need some data" <- this is honestly a very chill reaction, all things considered.

the subway dude looks shocked. lyle sends scully some photos. the zombie body is the bald guy who attacked the cop in the trench coat at the start of the episode. and melnick thinks he sees someone!

omfg, this bianco guy says they can go home now because this dude matches the description of the cop killer... you people are so STUPIDDDDD, i'm angry about it!

and there are a bunch of bodies in bags down here!!! bodies that have been down here for a while. they have the same tissue melting thing that we saw on the trench coat cop and bald zombie dude. scully says they may have a contagion here after all and turns to glare at subway czar karras. i like her eyeshadow ❤️

bianco asks what she said. doggett doesn’t answer. calls lyle over. explains the CDC may be wrong. and lyle sees someone else!!!!

doggett runs out, but doesn’t see anything!

scully says that if there is someone else down there, they have to find him. subway czar karras is yelling at her. OHHH, AND SHE IS YELLING BACK GET HIS ASS!!!!! do NOT CALL HER IRRATIONAL????

“then WHO ARE THOSE DEAD MEN AND HOW DID THEY DIE?!” <- GET HIM. flay him ALIVE. she rolls her eyes at him. points at the dead man with his flesh eaten off. gets in his face and yells: “there is something down there, and i am not going to risk bringing it up here before i figure out what it is!” <- WHEW 🔥🔥🔥 MEDICAL DOCTOR!!!

doggett awaits her orders. she tells them to go after whoever is down there. “says who?” asks bianco. “says the boss” <- OKAYYYYY 🔥🔥🔥 scully IS the boss.

deeper into the tunnel they go….

OH SHIT! bianco starts talking:

“agent doggett. this agent you work with deals with weird stuff, right?”

“she works on something called the x files - FBI cases dealing with unexplained phenomena” <- he said put some respect on her name!!

(what a contrast to the start of the season when he was laughing with his buddies about being sent to the basement...)

“you know her at all?”

“yeah, i know her. we’ve worked together for a short time” <- and see, to me this implied only a few months have passed, where as the space of time between may and december is more than a few months, so WHAT IS THE TIMELINE HERE?!

“i wonder why she sent you down here instead of coming herself” <-oh, this man is definitely hiding some sort of shady tunnel dealings and trying to make him suspicious of her instead of him. i would ask "i wonder why you're being so weird about this fucking subway, bianco"

well, his tactic doesn't seem to have worked: “it’s the right call”

AND THEN HE ASKS “you got a problem, lieutenant?” <- LMAOOOO, THAT’S MY DOG AND HE BITES!!!

bianco says he doesn’t like being down here looking for something when they already found their guy. “it’s a question of contagion” “it’s a question of who’s in charge” <- stfu... you just hate women.

doggett glares at him. scully asks if he is alright over his headset. she didn’t hear all that. thank god.

and she doesn’t know what they’re looking for, so she suggests “anything”. it is so quiet…

AH, melnick scratches his burn and it makes SPARKS! he says to get it off him, it burns, it burns.

AHHAHAHAHAAA, THE CGI ELECTRICITY BURNING THROUGH HIM, BAHAHAAAA

scully says to pour water on him!! and they do!!! which somehow helped!! i thought it would make everything worse! this is why she is a doctor and i am not.

but there isn’t much more they can do, and she doesn’t know what will help - it looks like a biochemical weapon. lyle injects him with something…

lieutenant bianco is mad because scully wasn't sure what to do... like he would know what the fuck is making someone's arm burn electricity.

there’s another tunnel a mile up, and lyle is going to stay with melnick while doggett and blanco run up, try to catch the guy, and send a hazmat team down. oh my god, is bianco gonna kill melnick?

NO, BUT HE HAS THE GREEN STUFF ON HIS HAND, TOO!

oh my GODDDDD, this dick. of course he would be the fucker that gets bit by a zombie and doesn’t tell anyone. but what about doggett? he got shoved to the ground by that zombie fellow!

lyle comes back to scully on the surface in full hazmat, saying she’s fine, but melnick isn’t. and scully is working on what to treat them for. lyle seems a little suspicious.

people are taking the bodies away??? she tells them as a federal agent you better STOP AND EXPLAIN YOURSELF. IT’S THE SUBWAY CZAR AND DICK, KARRAS!!! he tells her they are on a deadline.

oh, she puts it together: “you knew those bodies were down there, didn’t you?”

“i’d watch yourself, agent scully” <- GET HIM!! RIP HIM, TEAR HIM TO SHREDS!!

he knows he’s caught, lmao. she wants inspection reports NOW. and the bodies to the CDC. if she finds out he sent her partner and those others down there knowing…. there will be hell to pay.

doggett and bianco are coming across an old abandoned stop. bianco makes some nasty comment about scully being asleep at the wheel because she doesn't respond to doggett. “agent scully knows what she’s doing. this is about saving people’s lives” <- YOU TELL HIM 🔥

“well, it looks like it’s about saving her life. if she knows what she’s doing, why hasn’t she figured it out yet?”

doggett stops. freezes. tells him to walk towards him. bianco's face is GLOWING. doggett doesn't know what to say. he realizes it. and doggett points out it isn't having any effect on him…

bianco goes to run. doggett cocks his gun. OH SHITTTTTT, this is so juicy: “you’d do it, wouldn’t you?”

“not because i want to. but you’re pushing pretty hard”

love that doggett had a pistol and this other guy has a semi-automatic but he still listens, lmao.

but no!!!! he kicks doggett while he goes to pick his weapon up!!! and scully comes back from tearing into karras, seeing on the camera that doggett is gone!!!

she rips her headset off and throws it!! when in comes someone we have not seen before?? looking for an agent scully! who she thinks is a guy, lmao. queen.

her name is dr. bowe, and she is a marine biologist from BU who received a scribbled note and a request for seawater analysis. and she has something to show scully!!

OH! little baby jellyfish in the water!!! called medusa!! calcium powers it!!! dr. bowe is fascinated. it is fascinating, but now is not the time.

scully explains it’s killing people. something triggers a reaction. and her partner is down there and she fears the worst. dr. bowe is pretty.

doggett is out cold while bianco is slamming on a door, yelling for help. and bianco is glowing. HE TAKES THE FLASHLIGHT AND LEAVES HIM?? AND NOW DOGGETT IS GLOWING, TOO?

we have to do something about the boston people, omfg. except dr. bowe. she is chill.

scully is calling for him and he finally responds! “oh, you had me” <-STOP 🥺🥺🥺

he groans and sits up. bianco is gone. and as he looks down with the headset, she sees that he is glowing, too!!! scully says she’ll send a quarantine unit to get him, which doggett appreciates, but refuses. he needs to hunt down bianco.

scully tells dr. bowe to call the CDC, and then subway czar karras starts saying they can’t shut everything down, even if there is an infectious guy on the loose. “i hear you, it’s just that there are already passengers waiting on the platform” <- WHO CAAAARES, OMFG??

she tells doggett it’s 20 minutes to 4 - he is running out of time.

“i’m moving as fast as i can”

“agent doggett, you shouldn’t be moving at all”

"in 20 minutes i’ll be taking a loooong bath at the hotel. right now, i got to find this guy” :(

maybe moving is what keeps the medusa from zapping him, he proposes. but then he sees something. his flashlight…. and a hurt bianco. the electricity twitching on him. and of course mr. karras is gone. scully wants any information from the CDC on what sets this thing off.

doggett asks what to do. scully tells him to get out of there. but doggett won’t leave the bianco fucker. even if he deserves it.

now he is hauling bianco out, and they see someone else down here again. doggett gets his gun…… is it karras? doggett is glowing in the dark….

it’s a little boy??? who is pointing at something? somehow the kid isn't sick. why is there a boy down here... where are your parents...

scully figured it out! sweat makes the medusa go off!! the kid doesn’t have fully developed sweat glands, so he’s fine!

she is so smart.

the kid wants doggett to follow him….. he leads him into some dripping water where the electricity is everywhere!!! and the kid is trying to lead him to an access point! who is this random kid??? she says they can get them all out in 15!!!

doggett hauls bianco. it’s flooding!!! and karras started the trains!!! it’s coming right at them!!! conspicuous cut to a sign that says stay off the rails!! and doggett is on the tracks!! scully is telling him to gtfo!!!

he sets off a trap with a gun and then his camera turns off!!! but he’s still there! she was so worried, omg!!!

“thank god, uh, i lost you on the visual. okay, okay, i’ve got you. you’re back” <- STOP... she thought she lost him :(

god, can you imagine if she lost him, too....

he gets up…. the train has sped away. and it looks like he has been de-medusa’d! bianco and the kid, too! scully nearly whispers asking if he’s okay. “i can only hope, agent scully”

cut to a hospital in boston, where doggett is laying in a bed. trying to call a nurse. he gets up and starts to walk out... when in comes scully. in a leather jacket.

he just wants to go home!!! lmao. he's a difficult patient.

an alcohol bath killed the organism! so he can go home!

LMAO, his face as he steps behind the curtain to get changed.

he’s mad… wants to get this karras fellow in trouble. but the organism no longer exists. no criminal charges can stick. his face is all bruised up.

“but they’ve got you to thank”

“no, you figured it out. i was just your eyes and your ears.”

her smileeeeee.

“agent scully….” she looks up at him, and then away.

“let’s go home” she walks out the door.

he watches her.

OOOH, that was TEA!!!

he seemed like he wanted to ask wtf was going on, but he didn’t. she seemed like she was going to admit something or knew he was going to ask, so she kept moving.

BARK BARK BARK, this episode was good. DAMN, they are starting to trust each other!!!!!!!!!!!! not just starting! damn! he nearly shot that bianco guy!!! fuck!!!! he listened to her and defended her and she was doing her best even if that nasty karras subway czar and his lapdog bianco were being evil!

very interesting how doggett is shown to be an incredibly competent agent, but he's insecure because he is so out of his depth with the monster stuff. it seemed like he was more so this time than ever before. maybe now that he had his death and rebirth experience, he realizes he is even more out of his depth than he previously thought, because clearly some of this bat human and soul eater stuff is legit, and scully has dealt with it before while he was solving normal crimes.

but she reassures him that he is capable and did a good job :(

DAMN, they are cooking. that was a good episode. their dynamic is soooo interesting to me.

plot wise, it didn't make a ton of sense. the baby jellyfish zap people when you sweat, but they go away if you blow them up or rinse them with alcohol. and somehow karras knew they were there already, but did not care and only wanted the people to ride the subway. okay. whatever. i guess. not the strangest thing to have happened on this show.

but, the baby jellyfish and their glowing and zapping were what we needed to analyze these characters, so i can't complain.

i wonder if she is going to stay out of things moving forward and have him continue to be the eyes and ears. i wonder if that will cause any tension. i wonder if he'll keep deferring to her judgement in these sort of things or come up with his own theories like he was doing before and clash into her.

maybe getting vomited back to life changes a guy fundamentally.

and the next episodes, to my understand, are when things go sicko mode. OOOH! i have to complete this assignment and ace it so i can get into THAT!!

damn. i am pleased. i went in thinking there would be no scully time, but we got scully AND doggett time.

(and, as a note from current me as i edit my notes, i used the energy i got from this episode to fully restart my project and am making great strides. now, if i spend all day on it tomorrow, i should be able to have per manum time in the evening! so let's get this thing rolling! i'm fucking ready!)

#doggett was like a rottweiler defending scully today and i appreciate that.#devotion to scully is sexy.#she should have gotten to beat the subway guys with a stick. i support her getting in their faces and yelling.#sometimes i wonder what it is like to be a guest actor and get screamed at by the lead. think it is weird? discuss with a friend.#anyway! let me know if you enjoyed this one as much as i did!#i get the sense most people didn't like the last one as much as i did which is okay and i definitely see the reasoning LMAO #yeah like what IS up with mulder's brain disease...? idk 💔#juni's x files liveblog #8x12 #the x files #txf

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