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lunaroftales · 11 months
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it’s been a minute
so hello!! im not dead, nor am i abandoning things!! life got wack for a while, and i have a chance to finally update something!! so,,,, You Found Me (And Finders Keep) has finally been updated for the first time in like,,, half a year!! and im going to have another one out fairly soon!!
tyty for your patience, and enjoy!
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lunaroftales · 1 year
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greetings!
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lunaroftales · 1 year
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The only Chamber content i will ever accept is the one where he gets bullied
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Search and Destroy
Ships: none, Implied BoomerBot (Brimstone x KAY/O)
Words: 855
CW: nothing explicit, implied death and memory extraction, talks of grief
Notes: this is a teaser of another series i want to start on AO3! once i finish the mainstay fic, i want to make ones of all of my favorite ships!! this is one that’s super near and dear to my heart, so i hope you love it as much as i do!!
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“I want you to destroy it.”
KAY/O couldn’t bring himself to do it, holding the small device in his hands much like a small child would hold a lightning bug; with a gentle curiosity that produced nothing but destruction. 
It was one of Killjoy’s personal thumb drives, painted with little splatters that looked eerily like Raze’s abilities. He was handed it after being dragged here for “privacy reasons”, before the girl locked the door and began to divulge its contents; a trove of memories from the man that he technically was.
The memories of Alpha Earth’s Tariq Porter.
Apparently, Alpha’s KAY/O never got out of testing due to his “violent nature”. They still destroyed this man and took his memories, only to scrap his life’s work because of a testing flaw.
“Don’t you want to see who you were here? You can’t meet your Alpha Counterpart, but you have his memories!” The young girl’s concerned enthusiasm was almost endearing, had it not been for her subject matter.
“Killjoy.” Whether he sighed through his voicebox or took a moment to compress the steam out of his chassis, she will never know. “I have no reason to see his memories.”
“You are Tariq Porter, and I know that.” She crossed her arms. “The Tariq I knew was always so kind, and it’s such a shame that he died for this before I could step in to stop it.” According to Kingdom files, the project had been started immediately after First Light, and his memories had been extracted only months after. 
This was many months before Killjoy was promoted to take over Research and Development, but she still had not forgiven herself for his death. “This is just as much for me as it is for you.”
“His memories do not matter to me.”
There was some kind of pull from within him, but he pushed it aside.
“I know that’s a lie.” The atmosphere in the room quickly soured.
He would frown if he could. He hated seeing her hurt, something in his servos would ring and jitter every time, but he knew that this was going to be bad. He already had to partition his memory logs to deal with Brimstone, he couldn’t do this to himself again.
He turned to walk out of the room, but stops to look back at her for a moment.
“I want you to destroy it.”
He could see this pierce through her heart as they locked eyes and he nodded heavily.
“Not until you look at the memories. Until then,” she smiled fondly. “I miss Tariq!” Her smile dissolved into a chuckle, “so I’m going to scrub through them.”
“What are you looking for?” His body turned back to face her. “What do you know about him?”
“Tariq was like Brim,” she smiled. “There’s so much I want to tell you about him, but I need you to watch this with me. There’s something there, but I can’t tell you why without it.” 
He took a moment to think about this, morbid curiosity taking over. What was it that he needed to know about this universe’s Tariq? Was he not just the same man on a different path? Killjoy took this moment of contemplation as a confirmation that he was willing to go through with her plan as she dragged him back into the heart of the room, encouraging him to sit down.
“Wait!” She beamed brightly. “I need to have a third here for viewing non-mission Kingdom files, I’ll go get Brim!”
That felt too on the nose, and he needed to push. “Why him specifically?” His head cocked to the side as his display changed to a question mark.
She stopped for a moment and breathed lightly, seeming to collect her thoughts.
The silence continued to stretch before she blurted out her thoughts. “He’s important, especially in regards to Tariq.” The girl patted his head lightly, almost awkwardly. “Who was he to you, in Omega?”
“He was…” He had to stop himself, this wasn’t hers to hear. Even if she couldn’t know, she still needed to know. For her sanity and his partitioning. “… He is very important to me, and my purpose on Omega Earth.”
Her voice and face softened. “Well, he was very important to our Brimstone too.” The heaviness in the air seemed to dissolve as she smiled fondly. “He’d want to see these. He never got to say goodbye, I don’t think.”
“Did you?” His response was so quick, he almost didn’t even catch it. The young girl did, however, and almost looked offended at the question.
“Of course not!” Her harsh laugh broke through the still-slightly-precarious air. “He ‘went missing’ while I was still an intern, and…” She seemed to choke up a bit. “… and it really hurt both Brim and I. Tariq was like another dad to me, like Brim is, and having to grieve the loss of him and watch my father figure grieve the loss of his-“ Her voice stopped softly as she took a step back. “I’ve said too much, I’m going to get Brimstone.”
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lunaroftales · 1 year
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video essays about horror, fear and dread
Films That Feel Like Bad Dreams
The Nightmare Artist
Fear of Big Things Underwater
Control, Anatomy, and the Legacy of the Haunted House
House of Leaves: The Horror Of Fiction
Monsters in the Closet: A History of LGBT Representation in Horror Cinema
The History of Insane Asylums and Horror Movies
The Saddest Horror Movie You’ve Never Seen
Fear of Forgetting
Slender Man: Misunderstanding Ten Years Of The Internet
The Real Reason The Thing (1982) is Better than The Thing (2011)
The Bizarre Clown Painting No One Fully Understands
The Little Book of Cosmic Horrors
The Disturbing Art of A.I.
Fear of Depths
Goya’s Witches
David Lynch: The Treachery of Language
The True History That Created Folk Horror
The Existential Horror of David Cronenberg’s Camera
a few more and the youtube playlist are below the cut. as always feel free to share your recs as well!
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sova: i know we have this unspoken rivalry- 
cypher: not a rivalry. you're just mean to me. and not unspoken, you talk about it all the time
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When someone leaves a comment on my fic and suddenly my desire to write comes back:
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lunaroftales · 1 year
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Sova's Voice Mail
What he says:
"Commander, please accept my sincerest apologies. In my zealousness, I may have set the Danger Room to...slightly above the recommended safety limit. As a result, I have received a non-life-threatening injury, which I can assure you, will not interrupt my duties. I am on the way to medical, as we speak. Once I'm treated, I will ensure that the blood on the floor is cleaned. It is a slipping hazard. And for this, again, I apologize. Speak to you soon."
What he actually means:
"Commander, I fucked up. I was trying to prove to you and everyone else, that I'm still worthy, so I set the Danger Room to the highest level possible, to see if I can beat it on my own. Turns out, I cannot. But, despite my 7 broken ribs, the blood trail that I'm leaving behind and the big open wound across my stomach, I am still good to go. I'm currently crawling to medical in pain, but I don't want you or anyone to know that, so don't worry about me. Please do not check out the danger room before I cleaned it, because I lost a lot of fucking blood, and people might slip on it. Again, I am really sorry and I swear I am still useful. Please don't kick me out."
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I'm sorry, cringe culture can't come to the phone right now. Why? Oh, cause it's dead!
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Making terrible financial decisions is my passion
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I wanted to see HIM in Hawaiian shirts, so went ham on these ones lol 
I am so happy I did ahaha
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Sulking Sova
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Context: there is no context
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little darkness
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