#15 will still have shit to deal with. He's the doctor. That's who they are. But taking a moment™ after all millenia sounds like a good idea

[chosetoseethebestinyou]

*RTD writing a grand finale where old companions come back and he teases a David Tennant regeneration but then he just splits in half and one of him gets to live his well deserved happily ever after*

[sjhhemmings]

Accident

Connor Rhodes x Fem!Reader

A/N: cutesy little one shot that i dont rlly like but whatever. hope you guys enjoy it. I love Connor, but god I really need to pick a hyper fixation. Guess who’s loving Chicago P.D. rn???

warnings: cussing (i think), not proofread, canon typical medical talk? (i think), kissing, confrontation.

You always hated driving. Not that you sucked at it or anything, you just never trusted any other driver on the road.

It could be considered an ‘irrational fear’ but you would consider it being cautionary and safe. Nothing wrong with that. Well until you actually had to drive for yourself. Then there was everything wrong with it. The unnecessary anxiety, triple checking your surroundings, not being able to fully be comfortable. Just not your cup of tea. Especially today.

Moments like these make you miss your ex. He always drove you everywhere. It was like a deal you guys had, he would drive and you would cook. It’s not like either of you weren’t capable of doing those tasks, it’s just when you have someone else who would rather do it for you, why not?

Today however there was no avoiding you driving. You had to testify in court for a case you worked awhile back. Perks of being a detective. Well at least the plan was to testify in court. That was until about an hour ago before you got T-boned in the middle of an intersection.

A drunk driver ran a red light hitting your driver side door trapping you in the car. You became unconscious on impact, but luckily for you Firehouse 51 had been the one to respond to your accident.

You woke up in the ambulance shocked of course, but relief came over you as you realized Sylvie Brett had been your EMT.

“What happened?” You asked a little out of breath.

“Hey you’re okay. It was just a car accident. Other driver was completely fine, Burgess and Atwater took him in. You were unconscious when we found you, but we think it was just from shock. You have no major injuries besides what may be a fracture on your left forearm, we’re taking you to med to have them run some more tests.”

Processing the information, you look at your left arm to see that it is definitely broken. Lucky for you, you can’t exactly feel it at the moment so you just sigh. After a few seconds you feel like you’re forgetting something. Wait. Shit.

“Do you think i’ll be able to make it to court in…” checking the time on your now broken watch, “15 minutes.” Fuck.

“I think you’ll be lucky if they don’t keep you overnight for observation,” She says will a wry smile.

“We’re about 3 minutes from med if that helps!” Chout tells from the drivers seat.

No Chout. It doesn’t help.

“Just my luck.” You mutter rolling your eyes.

When you arrived at Med, Will Halstead ended up being your doctor.

“Jeez Y/N, what’d you do this time?” He asks with a joking smile as you’re rolled into the treatment room.

“Oh y’know, the usual.” You joke back wincing a little as he checks your arm.

“Well, as you probably know this arm is definitely broken. April order a portable x-ray and push some pain meds for our dear Y/N here. As for right now since your lucid we can rule out any major injuries, I’m gonna do some more tests to make sure you don’t have a concussion but-”

“Y/N, what the hell happened?!”

Both you and Will look at the man who interrupted him, of course he showed up. Somehow despite you guys being broken up, he still shows up everywhere.

“Connor, what are you doing here?” You ask as he approaches you with more ease.

“Yeah, Connor, Y/N is my patient and I’m pretty sure this would still be considered conflict of interest.” Will adds on earning an eye roll from Dr. Rhodes.

“I’m still your emergency contact.” Connor says holding up your possessions in a matter of fact tone.

“Oh.” Is all your able to say before Will takes a big inhale.

“Well, I’m gonna come back when the x-ray gets here.” Will says a little awkwardly as he shuffles out of the room.

Connor hands sets your things at the foot of your bed earning a muttered thanks from you. Connor turns to leave, but ultimately turns around to stay.

“What happened?” He asks again more worried this time.

“I’m fine-”

“That’s not what I asked. You’re in my ED with a broken forearm and a narly cut on your head, what happened?” He asks folding his arms with a furrowed brow.

“Car accident. I got t-boned at the intersection next to the court house. Guy ran a red light…” You say sheepishly not looking Connor in the eye.

Before you know it Connor had marched his way over to you grabbing your jaw gently to get a better look at your head.

“The cut doesn’t seem too bad. Halstead should be able to close it without stitches.” Connor looked at you with soft eyes, the way he would when you guys were together. Still holding your face, you couldn’t help but melt under his gaze. Subconsciously leaning into his hold you look up at him through your lashes.

“Thanks for being here.”

Connor nods in response and finally lets you go. Sitting in the chair behind him you give him a quizzical look.

“I’m not leaving until you’re all taken care of. You shouldn’t have to sit here alone.” He says resting in the chair kicking one leg over the other.

You chuckle at his response and slightly frown.

“Before I leave I’ll make sure I take you off my emergency contact list,” You say avoiding his gaze.

“What? No? You don’t have to do that.” He says defiantly.

“Yes I do? We broke up remember.” You say finally looking at him again.

“Okay, well,”

“Exactly. There’s no reason you should be getting called when-”

“When you have an emergency? Yeah. Okay.” He interrupts you rolling his eyes.

“Connor, we’re not together anymore. Frankly it’s non of your business what emergencies I have.” You say shrugging. Having this conversation was hurting you more than you let on but it was necessary.

“Well what if we were together? Then what?” He asks making you furrow your brows.

“We’re not though?”

“But what if we were? What if we got back together?”

“We won’t. We wanted different things. We were never meant to work out.”

“But what if we wanted the same things? There’s no reason we should be broken up right now.”

“Connor! What do you want?! You left me!” You say finally snapping with tears coming to your eyes.

“I want you.” He says standing up and grabbing your hand.

“When I got the call that you got hurt, I finally realized that I couldn’t live without you. I’ve been trying for these last few weeks, to make you happy. We had the talk where we wanted different things, and I just made the choice for the both of us. It was wrong. You could’ve died today and I cannot live without you any longer Y/N.”

You deeply exhale as you let his words sink in.

“You just can’t cook on your own can you, Connor?” You asked semi-jokingly but also semi-serious.

Connor scoffs and puts a hand to his chest in disbelief. “Me? Not being able to cook without you? How dare you ever insinuate such a thing!”

Rolling your eyes you pull his hand that you’re still holding closer to you, bringing him down to your level.

Pressing a deep kiss to his lips he holds your face with his other hand. Only pulling away slightly you look into his eyes to try and see what he’s thinking.

“So do you want to try again?” He asks anxiously.

Kissing him again harshly he chuckles in response.

“Does that answer your question?” You ask him to which he smiles.

“Without a doubt.” He says leaning his forehead against yours.

[justagalwhowrites]

Lavender - Ch. 16

You and Joel travel across a ruined city - and through plenty of obstacles - to find what you're searching for. A continuation of Lavender ch. 1-15 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, SMUT :D (unprotected p in v sex - wrap it up kids). No use of Y/N, minors DNI.

Length: 6.7k

Being outside the QZ made you almost giddy. It reminded you a little of getting high with Cass once, your junior year of college, when a guy she was dating - whose name you’d forgotten - brought a bong to her apartment one Friday night. 

It was the first time you’d ever been high. It didn’t take much, pulling the smoke into your lungs and holding it there until you had to cough and choke it out only a few times before it started to kick in. The light feeling in your body, the airiness of your thoughts, the vast openness of the world around you. Being outside the walls of the QZ as the sun rose was like that, the sense of freedom so potent you thought you might choke on it. 

You scrambled up a small pile of rubble, smiling a little as you did, liking the way your feet found purchase on the shaky ground. 

“The hell you doing?” Joel asked, looking back at you incredulously. 

“I’m sorry, do you not have the urge to climb piles of rock?” You asked. 

“No,” he said. “Get down from there.”

“Do you know the last time that I saw a pile of rock?” You were still on top of the pile. “At least one that wasn’t behind some stupid FEDRA fence?” 

“It’s not rock,” Joel snapped. “It’s fuckin’ rubble. You climb every pile of it from here to Cambridge and we’ll be out here for weeks. This isn’t a goddamn vacation, we’re not out here for fun.” 

“Really?” You put your hands on your hips. “You’re saying you don’t have fun outside the QZ?” 

“Get the fuck down.” 

You obeyed but narrowed your eyes at him. 

“I think you do have fun outside the QZ,” you said, following as he went down whatever partially ruined street you were on. 

“Don’t know why,” he muttered. 

“Because you spent five years avoiding the QZ,” you replied. “And once you were in one you lasted all of, what, nine months before you started leaving again? You must like something about it.” 

“I like being able to make money in the QZ off the shit I bring back from outside the QZ,” he snapped. “Not all of us can be fuckin’ doctors and get by on the shit FEDRA pays ‘em.” 

“Not all of us have anger issues and do things besides just punch people when we get upset so we can hold down a job,” you snapped back. 

“I don’t have to fuckin’ take you, Kid,” he glared at you. “We can turn the fuck around right now.” 

“And tell Tess you welched on her deal?” You rolled your eyes. “Doubt it.” 

Joel rounded on you, towering over you, making you flinch on instinct. 

“Will you stop fuckin’ doing that?” He snapped, looking you up and down. 

“Doing what?” You frowned. 

“Acting like I’m going to hit you,” he said. “Like you’re a fuckin’ puppy who got kicked one too many times.” 

“Well you stop acting like an asshole and maybe I’ll stop acting like you’re someone who would kick a puppy,” you replied. 

He pinched the bridge of his nose, already exhausted with you. Which shouldn’t be a surprise, you’re the one who dragged him out here. He sighed. 

“We need some fucking ground rules,” he growled. “I don’t want to get killed hauling your ass around this damn wasteland because you’re busy climbing rubble.” 

“Fine,” you agreed after a moment. “What are the rules?” 

“One, you do what I say when I say it,” he said. You opened your mouth to argue, but he cut you off. “It’s life or death shit out here, Kid. I tell you to run, you fucking run. I tell you to hide, you fucking hide. I tell you to be silent, you shut the fuck up. Not listenin’ to me will get one of us killed and I’d like to make it back alive.” 

“Fine,” you said again, knowing there was a damn good chance he’d abuse that rule. 

“Rule two,” he said. “I’m here to guide you so you have to keep up. Don’t get sidetracked, don’t get distracted, don’t go wanderin’ off. Stick close to me and I’ll get you there. Decide to take a detour and you’re on your own.” 

You considered a moment. 

“No running ahead so you can ditch me,” you said. He looked at you for a moment, like he wondered why you’d even say that. 

“Fine,” he said. “Rule three. Don’t make unnecessary conversation. I already know more than enough about you and I don’t want to be out here with you any more than you want to be out here with me. Just keep your mouth shut and we’ll get through this a lot faster.” 

That one stung. You and Joel had, once upon a time, been able to talk for hours. About anything. You did what felt like nothing but talk in the years you were together but a country apart. You’d loved the sound of his voice, his laugh, his insights on the world. Maybe that had always been one sided. 

“You know, you’re far from the first person who’s been stuck with me who doesn’t want me,” you stuck your chin out. “No one’s ever wanted me, from day one. I’m used to it. You can try and hurt me with it all you want, it won’t bother me.” 

He looked you up and down one more time, scowling. 

“Keep up.” 

Joel set an aggressive but fair pace. You hung back, both wanting the distance but also wanting to actually see something besides the QZ for a change. 

You never made it to Boston before the outbreak. If you were going to a city, you just went to NYC. It’s not like you knew what it was like before the bombs and the infected ravaged it. But you knew it looked a lot different now. 

Looting had obviously been bad at one point, most of the storefront windows were smashed and displays were stripped bare. But some places looked… if not the same, something closer to what you remembered the world to be. 

You passed a marquee for a movie theater with Pirates of the Caribbean listed toward the bottom. You smiled a little at it. You and Joel had taken Sarah to see that when you’d come to visit the July before the outbreak. You had sat in the middle, a bucket of popcorn the size of your ribcage on your lap, Sarah reaching over for handfuls of it every few minutes. She buried her face in your shoulder when the pirates first turned into skeletons and then insisted it hadn’t scared her. Joel’s fingers had traced along the outside edge of your hip, the inside of your wrist, trailed up your arm, brushed against the curve of your breast before going after the popcorn himself. You’d glanced over at him and his eyes were solidly on the screen, a small, cocky smirk playing on his lips. The second you were sure Sarah was asleep, he’d about ripped your clothes off, like there was nothing he wanted more than to be inside you. 

Now, he didn’t want to hear or see you. 

“Shit,” Joel muttered around noon. 

“What?” You asked, the first thing you’d said since the morning. 

“See that building down there, laying across the road?” He pointed a few blocks ahead. You nodded. “Wasn’t like that last time we came this way. Have to find another way around…” 

You looked around for a moment as he shrugged off his backpack. You spotted a Barnes and Noble a few doors down. 

“Mind if we figure it out in there?” You asked, pointing it out. “I can get some more books for my classroom…” 

He looked at it for a moment, considering, then sighed. 

“Got a gun?” He asked, looking at you like he expected you to say no. But you quickly reached back and into a side zipper pouch of your backpack, pulling out the handgun you’d picked up off the soldier during the outbreak. Joel looked surprised but nodded once. You tucked it into the waistband of your pants. “Fine. Don’t go fuckin’ wandering, haven’t cleared that building, don’t know what the fuck could be in there.” 

The store was in disarray, shelves collapsed and books in heaps on the ground. You frowned. 

“Was this bombs or people?” You asked, picking your way around the piles. 

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Joel shrugged, slinging his backpack off and kneeling beside it, pulling out a map that had been thoroughly marked up. He glanced up at you. “Remember what I said, don’t go far.” 

You just nodded, looking up at the ceilings for signage that had long been covered in dust or knocked loose from its housing. But it was enough for you to find the young adult section, thankfully not too far from the front of the store. 

You tried to remember what all you had on your shelves at the school, wanting to avoid grabbing duplicates if possible. You glanced back up at the front of the store, Joel still looking over the map. You tried to make decisions about what to grab quickly. 

One of you kids always had questions about history - that, for some reason, they brought to you and not the history teacher - so you found some historical fiction for him. Grabbed a few fantasy books for another kid who had raced through Harry Potter in just over a week. She said she was going to write out how she thought the series should end and give it to you to read, not able to handle the lack of resolution any better than you had been. You grabbed some mystery books with less blood and gore than your students had probably seen in real life. You glanced back up front one more time. Joel was still busy with the map. You bit your lip. 

You’d always wanted to get a set of Lord of the Rings, both for you and for your classroom, but it either never made it to the QZ or got snapped up so quick that you’d never seen them with any of the underground sellers. Fantasy looked to be toward the back of the store, but if you were quick… 

You darted toward the fantasy section, sifting through the piles around where you thought the Ts would be. Eventually you found a few copies - in single volume, no less - and added them to your bag. You were just getting ready to head back toward the front of the store when you heard an odd clicking noise. 

You frowned, looking around. The air was still, it’s not like there was wind blowing through the building to make a loose sign tap against shelving. There wasn’t any electricity here, so it couldn’t be something mechanical. It didn’t sound like a sound an animal would make… 

Joel’s hand clamped over your mouth and your eyes went wide. He hadn’t been anywhere near you… He pressed a finger to his lips and looked around quickly before pressing you back into an alcove. 

He covered your body with his, your back flush against the wall, your front pressed against him. His hand was still on your mouth. His free hand held a gun, aimed at the ground, and he was looking out into the store. The clicking sound started again. Your breath picked up and he shot you a glare before looking back out into the shelves. 

You froze, trying not to melt down or panic. You focused on what you knew, on anything besides the clicking sound that was getting louder, more frequent. Your back was against a wall. It was oddly damp, you could feel it on the part down the middle of the back of your head between your braids. Joel’s hand was warm and callused. One of his legs was between yours, his crotch against your hip… he was hard against you. You swallowed. 

The clicking sound got closer. 

Joel slowly lifted his gun. You watched the snarl on his face as he took aim and fired. There was an inhuman screech after the first shot, again after the second. After the third, the shrieking and clicking were gone and you were panting for breath against his skin. He freed your mouth and you gasped for air. 

“What was that?” Your hand went to your chest, trying to calm yourself down. 

“They not teach you FEDRA doctors about the stages of infected?” He asked, smug. You glared at him. 

“Only stage I have to deal with is the infected but not turned stage,” you said. “That’s the stage where I have to go kill innocent people. So no. Haven’t gotten that memo.” 

His eyes looked sad for a moment, almost like he pitied you. Then they were hard again. His cock was still against your hip. He must not have noticed. 

“We call ‘em clickers,” he said. “Come on, you can take a look at it as we get out of here. Where there’s one, there’ll be more not far behind.” 

He stepped out of the alcove and you followed closely. He paused at the body of what had, at one point, been a woman. She was wearing capri pants and the remains of t-shirt. But her face was all but gone, completely overtaken by lobes of fungus splitting out from her skull and spreading over her skin. 

“Jesus Christ,” you breathed. 

“They lose their eyesight at this point,” Joel said. “That’s why they click. Like fuckin’ bats, use it to find people. Good news is, that means they’re blind. Bad news is, you have to be dead fuckin’ silent or they’ll hear you. If you’re in the middle of a room with no shelter and don’t hold still, they’ll find you and attack you. Awful fuckers.” 

You looked at it for another moment, the patterns in the fungal growth. There was an odd beauty to it, or there would be if it wasn’t all that was left of a human being. 

“Let’s move.” 

You followed behind Joel again, out of the store and into the street. He kept his gun out, backtracking several streets before moving forward again. 

“Best way through is going to be to cut through some of these buildings,” he said. “Stick close behind me, keep your gun out and be fucking quiet.”

You just nodded, stay close at Joel’s back. You could feel your heart pounding against your ribs, your ears oddly tuned into every distant sound. Every building creak made you jump, every rustle of a bird made you turn your head and listen closer. Everything sounded like an inhuman click at first, just for a second, just long enough to set you on edge. 

The buildings seemed like a maze, many of the corridors and back storage rooms of shops ripped apart to the point that they were all but impassable. Joel helped you up and over some wreckage, shards of glass glaring up at you from the floor, glinting off the glow of Joel’s flashlight. 

“Don’t want to cut yourself out here,” he warned. “Infection…” You gave him a look. “Right. You know that.” 

You got to the Harvard Medical Library that afternoon, after picking your way through the ruins of the city. 

“I’ll stick close to you in here,” Joel said, looking around. “Harvard was a bad spot for the outbreak, even off campus spots like this…” 

“Makes sense,” you nodded. “Everyone eating the same food at about the same time? Everyone probably turned about all at once.” 

“We’ve avoid this area so far,” he said. “Don’t make me regret takin’ you here. Find what you need and let’s go.” 

You went to the sheet of paper you’d folded up in your bag listing the specific studies you were after. You started down the aisles, gathering what you needed quickly. They had almost everything you knew you were looking for, only some of it water damaged. 

Then, you started looking at the general items. Things about wholistic medicines, anything that you might be able to use to treat patients that wasn’t reliant on FEDRA medication shipments. Yeah, you’d have to find seeds to grow things yourself or other materials, but it was a starting point. Next was research on bacterial infections. They’d become more and more prevalent in the QZ. You were worried about prescribing antibiotics so much in such a concentrated population. Conditions were ripe for making a superbug. You wanted to know how to avoid that while reining in the damage. 

Finally, anything you could find on fungal infections in mammals and treating infections in the brain. This was trickier. Until the outbreak, there weren’t cordyceps that could survive in mammals, they hadn’t exactly been studied. But treatments for other fungal infections could be helpful in at least figuring out a way to navigate treating this one. Studies on the brain were going to be challenge, too. A lot of what you did now you’d started studying before the outbreak. You’d wanted to be a pediatrician before, so you needed a broad basis of knowledge - you could function as a general surgeon or general practitioner with very few adjustments. You hadn’t been in medical school yet but you were so fascinated by it all, you’d been devouring texts and journal articles like crazy. You’d never done much with the brain. And it’s not like the QZ had the facilities for neurosurgery. If someone came in with a brain tumor, there was little you could do besides smile sadly and offer them pain killers to keep them comfortable. 

You paused, looking back down the aisles. You wished you had a way to just pick up and move everything… 

“Almost done?” Joel asked. 

“Think so,” you said. “Just let me… cancer…” 

“Cancer?” He frowned. 

“Sorry, thinking out loud,” you said. “I’d like to find some things on alternative treatments for cancer. Not like we’ve got chemo in the QZ…” 

You went down the aisles again and found a few more things that looked to be useful. 

“OK,” you said, backpack now significantly heavier than when you’d left the QZ 10 hours earlier. “Let’s go…” 

The words were barely out of your mouth when you heard it, the awful clicking sound. They were here. 

***

Joel’s hand clamped over your lips as he looked around for a good place to sit tight. There was a librarian desk, only about 50 feet away but - not knowing exactly where the fucking clickers were - it may as well have been a mile. He got your attention and pointed to the desk. He freed your mouth, pressing the finger from his free hand to his lips. You nodded, your eyes wide. He took your hand and pulled you along behind him, hunched over to stay as much behind the shelving as he could. The clickers were getting closer. 

He tucked you behind the desk first, your back pressed against a filing cabinet, and he covered your body with his own, his gun ready. Hopefully, they’d just go past and you’d be able to make a run for it when the clickers had moved on. 

Joel could feel you breathing behind him, the tension in your body. At least he wasn’t pressed against your front again like he had been at the fucking bookstore. Feeling the shape of you tight to him - even if it was because of the clickers - only made him think of fucking you. How you looked naked, how your body responded to his touch, how your skin felt below and around his own. What you tasted like, what you felt like when you came, how goddamn satisfying it was when you moaned his name like it was a prayer. It’s all he could think about on the whole fucking walk to the library. It was still at the back of his mind now as he tried to watch for things that were hellbent on killing him and you both. You were a dangerous distraction. 

The desk, as it turned out, was a good hiding place. When the clickers drew near, you held your breath, totally silent as they prowled past. Only a few minutes after the threat had arrived, it was gone. 

Once Joel was more certain that it was safe, he got slowly to his feet and reached down to help you up. Your eyes were still wide, your hands shook. He held his finger to his lips again and you gave him a shaky nod. He held your hand as he led you out of the library. He could feel your pounding heart through his fingers. 

Outside, storm clouds were rolling in. Joel frowned. 

“We’ll need to find a place to stash ourselves sooner rather than later,” he said, nodding in their direction. 

“Remember reliable weather reports?” You asked, eyebrows raised. Your eyes were still wide and afraid but you smiled a little. “Or, well, mostly reliable?” 

“I remember checkin’ that map at the back of the paper every morning,” he said. He frowned. “Haven’t thought about that in…” 

“It’s weird what you forget,” you nodded before you caught yourself. “Right, sorry. I’ll shut up.” 

He wanted to tell you not to. The no talking rule… he hadn’t liked that one. He fucking loved listening to you. Hearing how you saw the world, how you puzzled things out, the observations you made about things that he never seemed to notice. But that was dangerous. He didn’t WANT to love you anymore. He was fucking done with that part of his life if he could just get his heart to catch up with his head. But he kept getting drawn into you, kept wanting to hear you talk, kept wanting to touch you, kept wanting to watch you as you did the most mundane shit. He kept wanting to find your fucking hair in his goddamn shower. 

He’d let go of your hand, stalking off toward where he’d seen what looked like some residential areas not too far from there when it happened. 

“Joel!” You yelped before firing your gun. 

He spun to see a cluster of five runners racing for you. The second he turned he could hear them, the fucking things coming at him from his deaf side. Your shot went wide, all of them still standing. 

“Run!” He ordered, grabbing you and tossing you behind him. He stood his ground, taking aim as the infected raced toward him. He had to damn near empty his clip, the final infected dropping only a few feet in front of him, but he’d killed them all. It wasn’t until he started to turn again - his fucking deaf ear failing him yet again - when he heard you struggling. 

You hadn’t made it far, only about 75 feet. Your gun was on the ground out of your reach and you were scrambling, trying to hold off the infected that was scratching and groping at you, straining to get its teeth into you. 

For the tiniest fraction of a second, Joel’s life flashed before his eyes. The most important shit. Sarah’s birth, her first words and steps, her first days of school, first time riding a bike, meeting you at the coffee shop, kissing you in the pool, taking Sarah hiking with you in New York, Sarah falling asleep on him on the couch the night she died, holding you again for the first time in the QZ. If you were bitten, if he had to shoot you, he’d have to shoot himself, too. It was a foregone conclusion. He couldn’t survive knowing that he’d failed you, that he’d never see you or hear you or touch you. Not again. 

He’d moved before he realized he was moving, tackling the infected and knocking it off your body. It snarled and gnashed its teeth and he yanked his knife free from the sheath on his belt, stabbing it in the neck as he held it down. The second he knew it was dead, he ripped the blade free and went for you. 

You were still on the ground, partially on your side thanks to the size of your now overloaded backpack. You were shaking, silent tears running down your face. 

“Hey,” he gently cupped your cheek. “Hey, you’re OK, you’re alright…” 

You swallowed and nodded but didn’t move, still shaking. 

“Just going to check you over right quick,” he said, trying to keep his voice from trembling. He wasn’t a praying man, but he was begging whatever god there was to spare you. He’d trade places, he didn’t care, just don’t take you. 

He checked your throat first. The infected had scratched you but no sign of teeth marks. He helped you sit up and he checked what little of your arms he could get to around your coat and gloves. His body almost went totally slack in relief. He took your face in his hands and gently turned your gaze to him. 

“You’re OK,” he said, voice certain this time. “It didn’t get you, Baby, you’re OK.” 

You just nodded, still shaking. Rain started to fall, the cold turning some of the drops into sharp shards of ice that pecked against his face and neck. 

“C’mon,” he said, helping you up. “We gotta get out of this weather.” 

He pulled you against his side and walked - only about 20 minutes - until he found something that looked suitable. Row houses that didn’t look terribly fucked by looting or bombing. Windows were intact in many of them and every one had a chimney. A good sign. 

“Good news is,” he said. “With the rain, we can have a fire. Usually, can’t risk it with raiders. But the clouds and the rain will cover the smoke…” 

You just nodded, your hand clutching your coat close in a fist at your throat. He wished you would talk, just so he could hear your voice, know that you were actually OK. 

He picked one of the middle units - fewer external walls to defend against - and forced the door open. 

Inside was largely untouched. Some furniture overturned - though he wasn’t sure if it was from looters or bombs shaking the earth - and a thick layer of dust but otherwise intact. 

He led you to an interior room upstairs, it looked like the master bedroom. There was a fireplace and an attached bathroom, only one big window with blackout curtains and one door in and out. Easily defensible. 

You were shaking but whether it was from fear or from cold, Joel wasn’t sure. 

“Stay put here,” he said. “I’m going to go grab some shit to burn.” 

You just nodded, still not talking. He frowned but went through the house, breaking legs off chairs, grabbing papers from the office, taking picture frames it would be easy to break apart. He piled it all in front of the fireplace and you were still standing there, shivering. 

“Gonna need you to talk to me at some point,” he said, starting to worry that he’d missed something when looking you over. “Need to know you’re OK.” 

“I’m OK,” you shivered, frowning. “Just trying to follow your rules.” 

He ground his teeth. 

“We’ll ditch that rule now that we’re in for the night,” he said. “Just talk. If you want.” He looked you up and down again. “And get out of the wet clothes before you get sick, it’s barely above freezing in ‘here.” 

You nodded, unzipping the coat. Satisfied, Joel got down and checked the flue of the fireplace. He opened it, an old bird’s nest falling into the grate, but otherwise it was clear. He broke down the furniture and picture frames. It looked like he’d have enough to get through the night and then some. That was the important thing. He built a fire, igniting a wad of paper with the lighter from his pack and placing it carefully in the pile of wood and other shit he’d collected from the house. He watched for a second, making sure it was catching, before he got up. You’d stripped out of the coat but you were still in the rest of your clothes and they looked pretty soaked, too. He ground his teeth. 

“Help me get this dresser in front of the door,” he said. You just nodded, still not talking, just shivering, and the two of you moved the furniture. Joel closed the blackout curtains next, doing what he could to make sure there was as little room as possible for the light from the fire to escape around the edges before turning back to you. 

“You’re still in wet clothes.” 

“Yeah, well,” you shrugged, arms tight around your torso. He stared you down and you sighed. “Look, I’m trying to make this easy on you, OK? You weren’t supposed to be my protection out here, you were supposed to just be my guide and you’ve saved my life, what, three times now? You don’t want me to talk so I’ve been quiet. You don’t want to ever see me again so I’m trying to leave my clothes on while you’re forced to be around me so while you’ll have to see me, at least I’m not naked. I’m trying.” 

He stalked off to the bathroom for a moment, opening the door in there and finding a large closet. It was still filled with clothes. He grabbed an oversized sweater and went back to the bedroom, throwing it on the bed. 

“Put that on,” he ordered. “Get out of the wet shit. I’ll wait in there.” 

He went to the bathroom and tried to not think about your bared skin just feet away on the other side of the door. Joel found some sweats that looked like they’d fit him and got changed, too. 

“Done,” you said, voice quiet but less shaky, a few minutes later. You saw him and laughed before clamping a hand over your mouth. 

“What.” 

“Nothing,” you said. He just glared at you. “It’s just… you’re in a Harvard sweatshirt and it’s funny. Not something I ever pictured you wearing.” 

He shrugged. 

“Doesn’t really mean shit now, does it?” He said. You laughed once. 

“Guess not.” 

Joel had thought the sweater would be a good, safe bet for you. Something that would keep you warm and hide your shape. Instead, it had made you into another fucking temptation. Your legs were bare, the collar of the sweater so big it slipped over one of your shoulders, revealing the column of your throat and the hollows of your collar bones. He was pretty sure he’d kissed every inch of you in the years he’d known you. He knew just what it would be to press his lips to your neck, trace the edges of you with his tongue. 

He wanted to not want you. He wanted to disentangle himself from you. You’d hidden shit from him, made it so he didn’t have a fucking choice, made it so he lost his daughter and a child he didn’t know he had. You had backed him into a corner, forced him to fail. 

He wanted to hate you for it. 

You lay your clothes out near the fire, draping them over things to help try them and you sat down in front of the flames, your arms outstretched, warming your fingers. 

He sat next to you. You glanced at him, gave him a half smile before turning back to the fire. 

“Remember when you were trying to get me to consider Harvard for med school?” You asked, glancing his way after a few minutes of nothing but the crackle of wood. 

“Yeah,” he said. That felt like a lifetime ago. He was a different person then. 

“You’ve finally reached peak mascot,” you teased, glancing at the sweatshirt before looking forward again. 

“Still say you’d have gotten in,” he said. 

“Well I didn’t have my MCATs yet but,” you shrugged. “But I got a 523 out of 528 on my practice test. I probably would have.” 

You laughed a little. 

“How dumb is that that I remember my MCAT practice test score?” 

“Not dumb,” he said. “You’re just smart. That shit mattered to you, ‘course you remember.” 

You nodded slowly. 

“There’s some stuff I wish I remembered better,” you said quietly. “I remember that now meaningless number but I don’t remember the last thing Nan ever said to me. I remember what she talked about but I don’t remember the words. I was so busy thinking of other things… She wasn’t feeling well so I was thinking about whether or not I should call her Oncologist on Monday or if I should wait a few days, see if she got better. I was thinking about seeing you again. Scared out of my mind about it… 

“I can’t remember exactly how my bedroom looked anymore,” you continued. “I have a vague picture of it in my mind but I can’t remember what wall had the painting, where the pressed flowers were. There was a pattern on the edge of the doorknobs on all the doors on the second floor of the house and I can’t quite picture it anymore. I used to run my fingers over that pattern when I was a kid, when the doorknobs were about eye level. I don’t know them anymore. I didn’t think there would be a time where I didn’t know them.” 

You drew your knees tightly to your chest and rested your head against them. 

“I’d trade that stupid test score to remember any of those things,” you said. “Hell, I’d trade my medical knowledge to remember those things.” 

He was close to you now. So close his sweatpants were touching your hip. He looked at you, your eyes reflecting the firelight. He couldn’t remember why he didn’t want to want you anymore. 

“Joel,” you breathed softly. 

He kissed you without thinking. 

*** 

He still tasted like Joel - always a hint of coffee on his tongue. His hand found your cheek, holding you gently, pulling you closer. Your heart was pounding, your head more floating than swimming. 

You hesitantly, cautiously reached a hand out for him, resting at his waist. He didn’t flinch away from you. Instead, he moved closer. You stretched your legs out and turned your body so you could be alongside him, touch as much of him as you could for as long as he would let you. 

Deep inside you, below the longing and the aching need, was fear. You’d wished you’d known the last time you were with Joel was going to be the last time. You’d have done things differently if you had - or at least tried to focus and memorize him. You were getting that shot now, with the benefit of knowing he’d likely never want to touch you after tonight. 

But the fear was there, too. Your heart thrummed with it, the knowing that he’d pull away again, the you’d need to start over on losing him again. It would hurt. But you’d take the hurt for the chance to love him again, just for a bit. 

His hand slipped down your face, down your arm, down your side to your hip. He pulled your body flush against his. You felt his hardness through the sweatpants and, before you could do anything to stop it, you instinctively worked your hips against his own. He moaned against your lips, dipping his tongue into your mouth. He hiked your leg over his hip and pulled you tightly to him so your core was pressed against the root of him. He ground against you, making you moan as his hand slipped below the sweater and up your back. 

He pulled his lips just far enough from you to say one word. 

“Bed.” 

You just nodded, breathless, and he got up before pulling you to your feet. His lips found yours again immediately, his hands going to the hem of the sweater and pulling it up and over your head. You followed suit with the sweatshirt, separating from your kiss only long enough to remove the clothes and cast them aside. 

Joel kissed down your jaw to your throat, looking down your body and seeing that you still had panties on. He dropped to his knees and slid those down your body, too, leaving you bare and blushing before him. He looked up at you before be pressed a kiss to your stomach, working his way up your body until he was at your mouth again. You tugged his sweatpants and underwear down and off, leaving them where they landed as Joel stepped out of them. 

He left his lips against yours as he pushed you back toward the bed. You fell onto it, scooting back so you were in the middle of it and he crawled on top of you, one of his hands finding your slick seam. 

His fingers teased you open gently, pulling a quiet moan from your throat and spilling it onto his tongue. He sank one digit into you slowly, softly, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your clit. Your fingers found his cock - so thick and hard, you’d almost forgotten how big he was in the months since you’d last had him. You felt your body clench at the thought of him inside you, filling you. 

He eased another finger inside you, spreading them, hooking them into the spot in you that made you quiver. 

“Already feel so good Baby,” he breathed against your lips. “Fuck, you always feel so fucking good…” 

He kept working you deeper, harder, faster, groaning as your hips rocked against his hand. For a moment, it was like you forgot everything but what he felt like inside you - you even forgot how to kiss him - and you came around him, your whole body throbbing with it, a gasping moan slipping from your lips. 

“Good, Baby,” he said, collecting your wetness on his fingers. “So fucking good for me.” 

“Joel,” you whimpered, working his shaft. “What do you want?” 

“Just you,” he said, lowering himself on top of you, kissing you softly. “Need inside you…” 

He took your wetness and made himself slick with it, rubbing his cock a few times before lining it up with your entrance. 

Even just his head made you gasp for breath, your back arching into his touch. 

“Fuck, so tight,” he groaned. “Missed you so fucking much…” 

He kissed you as he sank into your body, easing in until he was completely sheathed within you. You worked your hips back against him, the two of you finding a slow, aching, needy rhythm together. 

You didn’t remember ever feeling quite this full, his cock stretching you, touching every part of your insides. You never wanted him to leave, never wanted him to stop. All you wanted was for him to lose himself in you the same way you were lost in him. 

He adjusted your hips, made it so he was working your clit with every deep, commanding stroke. Your body tightened with pleasure, gripping him, pulling him closer and deeper until he made you come apart around him, your whole being going slack in his arms. 

He fucked you through your orgasm, giving you no respite and you loved it, the desperation of it making you tighten around him again almost instantly. 

“Want to cum with you,” he said, voice desperate. “What do you…” 

“Just you,” you clung to him, working your hips against him harder and faster, your third orgasm growing. “Just don’t leave, just keep…” 

He kept up his pace, the feeling of him everywhere so overwhelming that it sent you over the edge again, your walls fluttering around him as he came deep inside you with a groan. He collapsed beside you and you prepared to have him reinstate the distance. He didn’t. Instead, he pulled you tightly against him, holding you close, like you still mattered to him. 

You were half asleep when you thought you heard him say “I love you.” 

A/N: GUYS IT'S NOT A HAPPY ENDING FOR THEM YET OK, IT'S NOT DON'T GET YOUR HOPES UP FOR IT BECAUSE I'M GOING TO WRECK THEM NEXT CHAPTER THIS IS THE ONLY WARNING YOU GET

I hope you enjoyed Doc's first encounter with clickers and a taste of badass Joel's infected fighting skills - dude is a PRO. More to come next chapter as the journey back to the QZ is pretty damn eventful, too :)

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[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 15

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: None

Hangovers and Hang-ups

Killer leaned against the wall of Kid's workshop while Kid took a closer look at your log pose. "What's your plan with her?" Killer had taken care of you until you passed out. He had thrown you over his shoulder and taken you to Kid's huge bathtub. He had thought about tucking you into his bed so you would be more comfortable; he knew you would have a raging hangover in the morning and Killer could always sleep in Kid's bed so you could have his room to yourself. As nice as he could be, and even after you treated him, he didn't want you to puke in his sheets, so he settled for a pillow and comforter thrown into the tub with you. It would be easier to clean if you threw up there. He felt bad about leaving you in clothes covered in now-stale beer, but he felt worse when he thought about taking them off, unable to shake the image of your mouth around his fingers while your eyes burned into his through the holes in his mask. It brought heat rushing up his neck thinking about it now.

Kid shrugged. "Wire said we have another week until we get ta the next island. Our deal was that she gets off there." He continued to tinker with the log pose. "If I still want to fuck her by then, I'll make her change her mind. We need a doctor anyway." 

"I think we need to figure out who she is before you think about keeping her on this ship, if she even wants to stay. You don't think it's odd that she won't tell anyone her name? That she can put up a fight?" Killer picked up your weapon that had been sitting on the corner of Kid's bench. It was a unique design, though he was certain he had seen something like it before. "Do you remember when we first started out, the time we got intercepted by marines?"

"Nah. Why?"

"No reason." It was fuzzy, yet the tool in his hands made Killer keep thinking back to that time. Something was there. He wanted to be sure before he brought it to Kid's attention. "If she doesn't want anyone to know her name, she must think we'll recognize it, which brings a few possibilities: she's from a rival crew, she's a marine, or she has a bounty. Maybe a combination of those. And then there's the separate matter of what she told me last night about not being able to swim. She might have a Devil Fruit." 

Kid cackled. "If Trafalgar or Strawhat had a bonnie lass like that on their crew, I would have kidnapped her in Sabaody. Those two losers haven't seen a tit in their lives. Wouldn't even know what ta do with pussy." Kid seemed pleased with himself, whether it was from his own jab or his tinkering was unclear. The log pose split into two halves in front of him. "What a shit log pose... If a marine has a name that big, they would be an admiral and she isn't one." Kid paused to think, "Don't we have some old bounty posters somewhere? Go through them with Heat and see if she's there." Kid looked at the dials more closely. "Killer, look at this." His took one off and flipped it upside down. 

Killer moved to the bench, setting your gun down. He picked up the pose's needle that Kid removed. "There's... a small piece of paper."

Kid took the other two needles off. "These too." The three needles on the table shifted, ever so slightly, in three separate directions.

"Those are vivre cards!" Killer was impressed with the ingenuity. It wasn't a real log pose at all, it was a tracker of sorts, and it seemed to be aimed at three people. Family? Friends? Or... enemies. 

"What a clever little bitch." Kid reassembled it so that you wouldn't know it had been tampered with. "No wonder she wanted it back so badly." Kid had been confused initially. He showed it to Wire, who compared it to their own log pose, and concluded that it was broken since the needles didn't point the same as theirs. 

"You mean no wonder she would tolerate fucking you for this long otherwise." Killer dodged a wrench launched in his direction.

Kid shoved the log pose in his pocket. He did say he would give it back. "DON'T BE JEALOUS!" 

"I'm not," Killer said in a teasing tone, getting ready to slip out the door.

Kid narrowed his eyes in his best friend's direction. "Did she fuck you?" He thought back to what you had said before emptying your stomach over the railing. "KILLER?!" 

The masked man left Kid's workshop with his captain's shouting trailing after him and a sly grin on his face. Killer thought it was fun to ruffle Kid's feathers and get him worked up. Killer knew Kid wouldn't be mad if he had fucked you; Kid simply liked keeping track of his playthings. And Killer also knew that Kid would have wanted to compare notes to make sure you weren't holding out on him. 

Grumbling, Kid examined your weapon. He had made some improvements to it so that it met his standards. Kid was going to present it to you at the party as a gift, but he decided at the last minute that would be lame. It didn't have anything to do with the scenarios in his head where you didn't like it that left his hands clammy. He wasn't even going to do much to it, but he ran out of things to do when Killer told him his helmet was fixed and that he didn't need a new one. That concerned Kid for two reasons: anyone but him would have to weld it back together and there were no weld marks. 

It fucking sucked waking up. You were sore from being in the hard tub all night, you were nauseated, and you had the worst headache of your life. For a while, you had turned on the hot water, still in clothes, and let it rain down on you after moving the pillow and sheets that Killer had left you out of the tub. There wasn't a lot that you remembered from last night other than winning a pair of pants, that you would be sure to collect on, and Killer holding your hair back when you got sick. How embarrassing... like a damn teenager.  You pulled yourself up with a groan, plopped the soaked dress on the floor, and washed all of last night off.

When you were drying off, you heard a soft knock from Killer's end of the bathroom. You hadn't noticed the first time, but the captain's room and the first mate's were joined by this bathroom, a door on each end. Throwing the sheets around your shoulders to cover yourself, you opened the door to Killer's towering frame. 

"You look like shit." 

You blinked at him, simultaneously offended and amused. "I feel like shit." 

He moved to let you walk past him. "You should drink some water."

You looked around. His room was more simple and less dark than Kid's. "Thank you, Dr. Massacre Soldier. I'll take that into consideration." It felt like an intrusion to sit directly on his bed. There weren't any chairs and he wasn't kicking you out though, so you sat on the floor next to the wall, bringing the sheet over your head to block the light. There was a creak as Killer's weight sank on his bed across from you.

"Wire says it'll be about a week before we reach the next island. What will you do then?"

The pounding in your head nearly drowned out his question. "Eager to get rid of me, huh?" 

"No one's making you leave."

"Not yet."

"You know, you don't have to be a smart-ass all the time. There's no need to be so defensive" Killer couldn't gauge your reaction under the sheet. "You think you're so special that we'll even give a shit who you are?" 

That made you laugh. "Well now you're just making me sound like an asshole." You uncovered your face to look Killer in the eyes, well, mask holes. "It's not about who I am. It's about who I used to be." 

"We've all done things we aren't proud of... except Kid. I don't think he has regrets." Killer offered. 

You sat up, pulling your knees in and burying your face in them. "The thing is... I was proud of it. Until I learned my career was a sham. Wasted part of my life doing..." You sighed. "Killer, I know you're trying to be sympathetic or whatever and I appreciate what you did for me, but I'm only trying to make it to land alive, so I can do what I have to do." You stood up and mumbled on your way out, "I've already been ripped apart and left for dead by a crew once. Don't need to relive it." It was impossible to be betrayed again if you had no one close enough to do so. 

[exuberantocean]

You know, I think some of the problem that people have with the last few episodes of Doctor Who is in black and white thinking regarding mental health and trauma.

Like, this idea that you're either mentally ill & miserable or not mentally ill & happy.

And the truth is, most mentally ill people are capable of being truly happy (major depression being an exception to this). You can be as traumatized as fuck and still have happy moments, good days, etc.

But, more over, recovery and healing from trauma doesn't look like a return to your pre-trauma self. That shit still hurts. You're still fundamentally changed by it.

14 back at Donna's is in the process of healing. He's giving himself the space to recover. He's having good days filled with support. And he's also likely doing a lot of work. For a person who spent his whole life embodying the fight or flight response, just learning to not, is a fucking big deal. And as a whole, it's good. And it will get progressively better. And he'll be happy yeah, but that's not a cheap happiness. That's showing up every day, fighting back all sort of inner demons and saying no, I get to be this. And that doesn't even get into the whole "allowing yourself to be vulnerable and let others help" thing that is definitely happening.

And 15 is "post therapy". That doesn't mean their hurt's gone. That doesn't mean the trauma doesn't exist or he's returned to a pre-trauma state. And baby, healing is a lifelong process so it doesn't even mean that this healing has even stopped with 14. It's all still there. It's early days with 15, so I can't say where they're going to go with 15, only what it means to have worked through your trauma somewhat and what that could mean for 15

What it does mean is that he's learning to talk about it. "I'm adopted" is exactly the kind of thing someone would say. It's too big sometimes to say it all at once. In "The Body Keeps Score" (which is a book about trauma) it discusses how trauma effects the brain in ways that make it neurologically hard to talk about the trauma but most of us slowly learn how. This is 15, slowly taking steps to proactive talk about it. Yes, it's almost laughably understated but my God it's a huge fucking step for the Doctor who as early as the episode before (a la DT) couldn't even discuss it with Donna and reacted as he did when the not!Donna forced the conversation.

15 could have experienced "rehab" and still feel pain from their past. 14 can be happy and still be struggling and working through shit. And to be honest, the dichotomy between "fixed" 15 and 14 isn't a dichotomy at all but a spectrum.

And, as a final note, progress is not linear. I would expect 15 to have their moments of regressing, but that doesn't mean progress hasn't happened or that the overall trajectory has been lost.

[moronic-validity]

So ummmmmmmmm how do you picture (either in DWU or more canonish) Simon being pregnant (you choose the other parent!)

Okay so I don't usually write mpreg, but let's toy with this a little because I have some headcanons. (Edit: I had a lot of headcanons and would be willing to turn this into a mini fic series. It'd probably be a little longer than Stockholm Syndrome)

18+, but also not really

1) we're gonna explore this using the DWU because I've got an established relationship to work with.

2) Winter and Simon have a lot of unprotected sex, like a LOT. And they're both guys, so what's the issue, right? Wrong.

3) Simon begins getting nauseous as hell every morning and sometimes into late afternoon.

4) he also can't seem to stand the smell of meat.

5) Winter is concerned, but he just assumes Simon has a stomach bug

6) a few months pass and the nausea seems to lift a little, but now he's gaining weight.

7) Simon is mentally convinced he has stomach cancer or something in that line

8) so he calls Doctor Princess, who listens to the symptoms and laughs.

9) "Simon...if anyone with a uterus told me this, I'd be pretty sure they're pregnant."

10) Simon laughs and explains that as far as he knows, he doesn't have one, so that can't be it.

11) he humors her and lets her do an ultrasound.

12) surprise Simon, you're a dad!

13) Simon straight up faints.

14) Doctor Princess calls Winter (yeah shocker, he does actually have a phone, he just hates to use it)

15) Winter is ECSTATIC. He loves the thought of a little Petrikov running around the castle, of an heir to the Kingdom.

16) Simon comes to and Doctor Princess has to explain again that he is pregnant and well into the 2nd trimester at this point.

17) They come up with a game plan and he'll come in for ultrasounds pretty regularly just to make sure the baby is actually progressing and once he hits 40 weeks, they'll do a C-section.

18) Simon spends the next few weeks in a haze, still not believing he's pregnant, even after multiple ultrasounds and his growing belly confirm it.

19) Winter is in full blown I'm gonna be a dad mode. He's already designed a nursery and everything.

20) He also becomes a lot more protective of Simon, canceling larger events under the pretense of Simon dealing with a serious medical emergency.

21) Most of Ooo know Simon by this point and are incredibly worried about him.

22) PB and Marceline come for an unannounced visit, worried as hell about Simon (because while they don't really know how to feel about Winter, they LOVE Simon)

23) Winter almost send the Ice Scouts to stop them, but Simon is happy to see his new old friends.

24) Marceline sees his stomach and immediately knows.

25) her and Bonnibel are both incredibly confused, but also excited for him.

26) They want to throw a baby shower, Simon is on the fence, but when Marceline does the puppy eyes, he folds like a fucking lawn chair.

27) He finally thinks about it and gets Prismo's attention

28) he gets beamed up and Prismo is like heeeey dad to be, how're you feeling?

29) Simon asks for a favor and Prismo considers it before beaming his Finn, Marceline, and Bonnibel into the time room.

30) everyone but Finn is super confused before their focus turns on Simon

31) "Holy shit" is all Marceline can come up with.

32) they're all so excited for him and just happy to see him.

33) They hang out in the time room for a few hours before Prismo has to put everyone back

34) Winter asks how it went and Simon is like honestly? It was really good.

35) They agree that if it's a girl, they'll name her Beatrice and she'll go by Betty. If it's a boy, they'll name him Jake (Winter wants to name him after Finn, but Simon doesn't want to name him after someone still alive).

36) Simon starts getting really bad contractions around 38 weeks, but with no where for the baby to go, he doesn't know what to do.

37) Doctor Princess has been flying by the seat of her pants for all of this and realizes that it's time.

38) She gets Simon prepped for surgery and tells Winter to scrub in too.

39) the C-section goes as planned, and everyone breathes a sigh of relief when they hear the newest Petrikov cry.

40) It's a girl.

41) Winter is able to clip the umbilical cord, which for some reason, he was really looking forward to doing.

42) Simon is crying as Doctor Princess rests his baby girl on his chest. He has never felt so much love for another being in his life.

43) Winter holds his partner and his child and it really sinks in that this is his family and he will do any and everything to keep them safe.

44) Doctor Princess stitches him up and tells them she needs to wheel Simon to his room and they should probably stay at least over night just to make sure everything is okay.

45) time skip because everything is okay and Winter and Simon are stupidly good parents.

46) At Beatrice's first birthday, two strangers to the Kingdom find themselves in attendance, one as the brightest pink hair Simon has ever seen and the other has light blue hair and looks shockingly familiar, but he can't place him.

47) They, along with the rest of the kingdom dote on the Beatrice Petrikov. The crowd eventually dies down and goes home, until only the five of them are left.

48) "Hey Simon, sorry for surprising you like this, but I just had to see your kid! She's so cute!!!" The pink haired one said, slinging an arm over Simon's shoulders.

49) the dots connect

50) Simon hugs Prismo, laughing and explaining he didn't recognize him at first, then shakes Scarab's hand and thanks them both for coming.

51) Prismo takes a picture of the baby and her dads and promises to show Finn, Marcy, and Bonni.

52) I totally forgot to talk about Beatrice's appearance, she has Simon's skin tone and Winter's hair, with only a small tuft of black. She also doesn't have a nose, shocker, right?

[vivid-vices]

fave things about mori?

hmm that's hard 🤔

i like that while he prioritizes logic and reason, he's still forgiving towards his subordinates, saying that effort is more important than results. and his words to chuuya about the leader of an organization being its slave really endeared him to me.

i guess that mostly i like that he's very contradictory. this cold, clinical man who drops everything to appease a bratty little girl who doesn't even actually exist. his fond exasperation when dealing with 15!dazai, even after recognizing him as a threat. a mafia boss whose main priority is genuinely the protection, the balance of light and dark, of the city as a whole. the fact that even as smart as he is, he's still capable of making misjudgements.

also i have a lot of appreciation for how he manipulates. it's very subtle, and almost always leaves himself free of any potential direct blame. he thinks like a doctor, a soldier, and a leader at the same time and it shows (and works well).

plus he's just a silly little guy. pathetic wet cat of a man. elise probably makes him cry every single day. i mean, we've seen him go to an executive meeting in pigtails just to make her happy. there is so much potential for her making him do the most ridiculous shit and him just going with it.

anyway. i kind of love him a lot, if you couldn't tell :)

[creepybunny1999]

(Creepypasta X SCP Foundation X Jujutsu Kaisen + Female Proxy Reader)

Hello, my follow readers. I'm here to give you an update on the story. If you're new here, I'll give you a quick summary.

The summary: Y/n is a proxy that goes by the name Princess. The creepypasta family gets captured by the SCP foundation. Y/n got out and ran all the way to Tokyo. There, Y/n hides what she is, only soon to be taken by Gojo to join the school. Creepypasta are Curse Spirits, and so are the SCP. Creepypasta and SCP take place in America. No Jujutsu Sorcerer in America.

Now for the update.

Okay update

Y/n is a young detective. She graduated high school at a young age, and she took a college test on her first day to graduate. She got the top scores that anyone has ever seen. Her first case was the missing Charlie Matheson JR. It's a cold case.

Y/n took all of her founds about the case and went to get more evidence. She walked in the woods, not knowing she would never come out.

Y/N L/N has gone missing for 15 years. Only to found by the SCP foundation, then taken to the foundation for 2 years only to escape. Running away to Tokyo.

To act normal, she went to high school where Y/n met Yuuij Itadori. To be more normal, she became his friend. At night, Y/n feeds her bloodthirsty by killing curse spirits.

One day, Y/n knew she couldn't hide what she was much longer. Y/n helped Itadori save their club members. Only for it to end with Itadori eaten one of Ryomen Sukuna's fingers. Not look after Gojo showed up. One look at Y/n, he can already tell she was not normal. Besides the marks, he couldn't tell if she was a curse spirit, or she made a deal with a curse spirit.

Y/N got closer with Charlie than the other proxies. She plays video games, she's didn't know how to play but Ben was happy to teach her how to play. Y/n looks to play with the younger Creepypasta.

When Y/n and Toby met for the first time, Y/n knew she didn't like Toby or any of the so-called doctors or science lab workers.

When Y/n met Itadori, she didn't want anything to do with him. Y/N knew that she wouldn't be normal if she didn't have a friend or two. So, Y/n asked Itadori to be her friend, who said yes.

Y/n join a club with Itadori. Y/n uses the club to find curse spirits to kill.

When y/n saw Gojo, y/n knew she was in deep shit. She was questioned, but y/n never gave them an answer. Gojo thought to just kill her, but seeing as y/n is a friend to Itadori. Itadori would not say yes to the offer that Gojo plans to give Itadori.

Ryomen Sukuna would talk to Y/n every time she was in the same room as Itadori. (More like he would pick fun at her). Itadori shut him up really fast. Itadori saw y/n as he's dearest friend.

Ryomen Sukuna doesn't like y/n. The curse energy around y/n, Sukuna could already know who the curse energy belongs to. It's a bit of Surprise that the faceless walker was still alive.

Toby was pissed that y/n got out to who knows where. Toby worked too hard just to have it come down on him by a stupid little curse spirit woman.

Ryomen Sukuna wants to know how to use you.

Gojo wants to know what you are.

Itadori wants you to be safe.

Toby wants to put you back in your cage.

Zalgo wants to use you to finally kill Slenderman.

Slenderman wants you to survive.

You don't know what you want.

That's all I have for this update, I will be back to ask you guys some questions. Have a Killer day. Bye.

Oh yeah, here is a cool edit picture that I did of Female Reader. I don't own the original. I just grabbed a lot of pictures and then edited them to be one.

[jakowskis]

Day 13 - Favorite ship(s)? Any Torchwood OTPs? Go ahead, gush about them!

dude i multiship so hard in this fandom i dont think there’s a single combination i havent thought of + found a way to enjoy, and that extends to trios. AND i like tw poly. i am mashing them together like barbie dolls. i am having sm fun here in my room

even the ones i don’t exactly “like” still make me Feel Things (more on that later), and even the ones i tend to prefer as friends (more on that later, too), i can still see it if i want to yknow. that’s what’s fun about the slutty bisexy show! woo! they all compel me. 

nonetheless, here are the pairings i like the most, ranked by how often i think of them + how insane they make me. im not gonna gush a ton, actually, bc i get annoyed w how much i talk, so ill keep every explanation under 15 words

owen x ianto: I Want Them Covered in Blood Together (Gnashing My Teeth) (by fall out boy)

owen x andy: golden retriever boyfriend for owen bc sometimes it’s nice to not be angsty (gooseberry who?)

owen x jack: i dont know how they make me feel but they make me feel Something :/

ianto x tosh: THEY’D BE SO CUTE they’d be precious that’s all

tosh x andy: see above. tosh deserves a sweet bf (there are no girls to ship her with 😔)

owen x suzie: they’re mirrors, they’re the same… they intrigue me. also Hawt xD (im bi)

owen x gwen: better as besties imho but im still a bi moron who’s not immune

jack x ianto: overrated imho BUT i do still like them. sigh. dead line speech wahhh

gwen x rhys: i love their relationship troubles n the way it grounds the show. theyre cute

jack x the doctor: sending jack off to harass the doctor so the team can Rest (+ Im Compelled)

jack x gwen: they compel me a little. a teeny bit. not too much but a little

(can u tell i like owen ships. he just has such fascinating relationships w everyone)

ok i lied ill say a couple things. firstly my otp being owento… i’ve talked a bit about it but in brief it started out because i can't resist having at least one enemies/rivals to lovers ship per fandom and ep12 blew my mind a little - and then something just Clicked and they somehow achieved top ten ships of all time status in my brain?? idk what happened there. i usually go for canon-based ships, so having one that kind of lacks substance in the source media (allegedly; i think they’re fruity in canon. but u know what i mean like theyre not ‘canon’ in a show where there is in fact gay TEXT rather than just the subtextual shit theyre doing yanno) and is largely a beast of my own creation (+ the influence of the wonderful handful of fic writers we’ve had over the years) has been rlly fun. 

im largely preoccupied with those two, but i’ve found jack + his relationship with ianto kind of inherently haunts owen x ianto… if you’ve read my fic you know what i mean by that. i can’t see owento existing on its own, like janto fundamentally co-exists next to it so i have to take it into account, and then jack and owen also have a fascinating relationship so i’ve kind of just ended up spending a lot of time thinking about and figuring out owen x ianto x jack in all combinations, because there’s a lot of fascinating stuff going on there from every end. introducing owen to the equation also kind of… ig redeems janto for me, bc i found them offensively underwhelming in s1 and s2. they should be dark and fucked up, and they’re not. owen kind of… brings smth dark and fucked up to the table, and a lot of why i like shipping him with ianto is bc they bring shit out of each other - and owen, for his part, is capable of bringing out ianto’s repressed rage and forcing him to deal with things he’d rather try to compartmentalize and ignore… i find that super compelling, and i also find it useful for breaking down my issues with how jack & ianto’s relationship is initially presented. like, he’s a handy narrative tool for that hfsdjkf. point is, whether i like it or not, jack and his relationships with my girlies (owen n ianto are the girlies <3) is kind of also an intrinsic part of what most of my fixation-oriented brain power goes into thinking about. i’ve been developing this huge fic ‘verse fdhfjk.... Im Very Tired

sometimes i like fun, though, which is what’s behind a lot of those other ships. i’m generally into very dark + angsty + psychological themes, but sometimes fluff and domesticity and occasional silliness is nice, and that’s what’s behind owandy (i have an au where they meet before owen dies) and iantosh (+ gwen x rhys) as my sort of… alternative endgame. my comfort ‘au’. not an au, exactly, but an alternative fluffier world to the darker owento-based one i’ve crafted and spend most of my time thinking about fdshkfj. i also like sending jack off to go bother the doctor, in this ‘au’, because unfortunately i don’t think he’s conductive to the team’s happiness. i think he needs to find his own way to heal and that should probs include the doctor, considering how obsessed jack is with them + how much he needs to unpack All That Shit he has going on before he can be any sort of truly positive force in the lives of the tw team. so for now he’s banned from the polycule for jack crimes. listen, i love that torchwood’s inherently sad and dark and lonely, it’s what compels me, and i’m ultimately glad that’s the core of the show - but it doesn’t have to be. sometimes i enjoy a nicer alternative. i think they could fix it. and that’s what fandom + fanfic is for. 

i also have several ot3s i enjoy, mostly owen ones. i think he deserves a bf + a gf, i think it’d fix him. put that bitch in a bisexual sandwich and maybe he'd behave. in particular, i love owen x tosh x ianto, it’s the only place i ship owen/tosh bc i think ianto would keep owen in check and they’d all better each other. i love owen x tosh x andy for similar reasons. can you tell the four characters im biased towards fhdskj. (i love gwen just as much but she’s kind of doing her own thing with just rhys and jack imo fdkfjsd. perhaps torchwood is composed of two polycules and jack is the link between both of them)

[found-family-tournament]

Found Family Tournament Round 1 Part 28 Group 137

Propaganda and further images under the cut

The Doctor, the Bodyguard and their Charges: Yorick Brown, Ampersand, Dr Allison Mann, Agent 355

Submissions are still open!

The Doctor, the Bodyguard and their Charges:

*heavy sobbing*

Will, Horace, & Halt:

The author TOOK HIS TIME to show how dealing with Halt changed Will and Horace's personalities to be more sarcastic and snarky, but also to feel more confident in themselves and let their differences aside. Do you understand what I'm saying here? The author took his time to show how living with cranky, grumpy old man affected how these characters ACT. He IS their father now. Will was kidnapped by the Skandians and Halt was SCREAMING AT THE PORT saying how he'd find him, then he commited TREASON so he could be exiled from his kingdom and start a journey with Horace to save his little guy. When Halt was THIS CLOSE FROM IMMINENT DEATH and wasn't even sure where he was, he looked at Horace, thinking he was his teenagehood best friend, and said: "hey can you take care of will and horace for me?? they are like very competent but so insecure. horace thinks i dont know that but i do am i am so worried 🥺" but he'll be damned if he gets this sappy in a situation where he DOESN'T think he's about to die, so much so that he was never this open ever again. except when he willingly said "good night, son" to will, that was intentional. that was a statement. when will got debilitating depression, who was there to try to think of solutions? thats right, halt and horace. and to think this all started with horace bullying the shit out of will when they were 15 but now they are blood brothers, they're each other's everything, their best friend, their right hand arm- man. their silly rabbits. sorry i dont have pictures of them these books are not illustrated and it makes me so sad

[possessionisamyth]

I agree on your post about fandom with Leon. I like him but the way fandom treats him and acts if he's the only character that has gone thru the most hell, it makes me not want to see him in any further content for awhile. Don't me get started on the shipping aspect of him whether it's self-shipping or his relationships with other characters.

I'd really love it if people who ship leon with themselves or reader or whatever would choose TWO ways to tag it as a group so I can block it en masse and not see their boring ass fantasies generated from character ai play out the same way 500x a day no matter how many variants of the tag I block.

Every time I think it might be a character analysis it's slapped with "He Wouldn't Fucking Say That" but for every sentence, and I get to decide whether I'm going to block or scroll faster.

Shipping aside(because woooo do aeon, cleon, and jilleon shippers love showing their misogyny as much as people who ship leon with other boring white men), seeing people baby him incessantly as if he's not a grown ass man is a different level of fury. Yes, his job fucking sucks. Yes, he was suckered into it. He's not special actually. How many people have the option to not work a shitty job for an uncomfortable period of time in their lives without suffering immediate financial consequences? I'll tell you who. Rich people. Who I don't respect anyways. You know who else has a shitty job? Literally the entire recurring cast of characters we see, majority of whom are women.

You know what usually makes a job shittier? Not having a dick. I cannot fucking imagine the hell that Jill, as much of a paragon in her field as Chris is, has to experience from the men higher ups questioning every single fucking decision she makes on top of dealing with bioweapon bullshit. Her only reprieve? Probably Chris or Barry stepping in for her to shut them up, and if not that, she can get some of that anger out through the gorey, visceral violence some people dream of having as an outlet when dealing with shitty customers in retail.

And don't even get me fucking started on Rebecca and Claire who don't have the mercy of that much of a reprieve! Both of them have to deal with politicians from multiple countries, majority men, also questioning and second guessing their every plan while they try to provide life-saving medicine and resources to people who need them. You know what Leon has to hear from politicians? Arrest or kill this guy and go home. Escort this person and go home. They dont' question his competency. I know for a fucking fact Claire and Rebecca get the third degree if they so much as even suggest a faster way to supply necessary footwork in order to rebuild a neighborhood or save lives, meanwhile Leon goes home and does, uh, fucking nothing until he's called onto the next job.

But oooohh ooohh woobie baby pookie puppy daddy waawaa googoo gaga leon kennedy has a dwinking pwoblem. He's soooo babygirl and needs to be cuddled and protected and loved because his job is sooooooo stressful, and he's a victim.

You know who's a fucking victim in this situation post RE2? Sherry goddamn Birkin who apparently has zero fucking contact with Leon for 15 whole years after the government snatched them. YOU KNOW? THE GUY WHO SAID HE'D KEEP AN EYE ON HER FOR CLAIRE. THAT ONE. Did I mention she is a sudden orphan after watching her mom die in front of her? Oh, and her upbringing can be considered questionable at best due to RE6 being a genuine shit show. Oh and she also let doctors experiment on her body in order to A)Fuck around with the G-Virus, and B) figure out cures and vaccines, WHICH MOST OF WERE MADE BY REBECCA ANYWAY WITHOUT HUMAN EXPERIMENTATION? So like!!!! If I want to separate it further by saying who has the worst shitty government job dealing with Umbrella after it's shut down, it still isn't fucking Leon! Can you imagine the hellscape assignments they send Sherry into with her super healing ability??????? I know they're worse because she can survive egregious injury without them using money to provide medical supplies! And you know governments everywhere love cutting corners when it comes to money.

But Leon is blonde ONCE, in ONE GAME, a good game yes but is apparently so iconic his pain magically takes precedent as the worst above everyone else's. And I hate that so fucking much because even Leon doesn't think this about himself! Leon literally doesn't think he has it the worst out of everyone! He just kinda wants to die sometimes which is not the same thing! Yet, the unfortunate amount of fans with little to no media literacy believe otherwise.

[thirteensfavoritetoy]

So as much as I've been an RTD detractor over the past several months (and even more so since last night) I may have to play devil's advocate on his behalf due to a theory I'm currently contemplating. There's one important caveat, however: I haven't watched the episode (still not going to either) and am basing this idea on the info I've seen and read here, so I'm asking those of you who actually have seen it to let me know whether this idea holds up to scrutiny.

(spoilers for "The Giggle" ahead, obviously)...

Now as I understand it, after the bi-regeneration thing happened, 15 told 14 that he (15) existed because 14 had fixed himself, i.e. "fixed" himself to Donna and her family and taken the time to deal with his trauma.This idea of 14 "fixing" himself seems contradictory to 13 telling Yaz in LOTSD that she couldn't fix herself to anything, any place, or anyone.

So of course I can't know for certain if RTD was aware of the above lines from LOTSD (although I'd be rather surprised if he wasn't), but I think there's a possibility that RTD's intention was for this latest relaunch of the show to begin with a Doctor who, while not completely free of their past trauma, has at least worked to get past it. Obviously from his own original run with the show with 9 and 10 he is aware of how much trauma the character of the Doctor has suffered over the centuries, and may have felt that 15 should start his run on Disney+ (ecch) with a clean slate, more or less. The allusion to "fixing" wasn't necessarily part of his attempt to erase and contradict this aspect of 13's era... he's already done plenty of that anyway🤬...but was simply accidental because he didn't express it in a different way.

So I put it to all of you...

Does this idea hold water, or do you feel that the reference to "fixing" was intentionally a part of the 13th-era erasure?

If it does hold up, I'll give him the benefit of the doubt in this case. But he can still fuck off about all the other shit.

[mercuryday]

heyyyyy y’all… i’m peyton [sh/th, 21+, cst—also the mun of selena, hyeon, mouse & dabin] and i’m stoked to be bringing you guys another older character of mine, hwang daesung/dylan hwang. the tl;dr on dylan is that he’s a dude soooo fixated on being the life of the party that he’s actually not the life of the party at all 😓 you can view his stats here, his pinterest here and read all about him under the cut.

dylan hwang, born june 14, 1997 in santa monica, ca, usa to a rock musician/producer/blue collar worker father and a hairstylist mother :~) dylan was their first and only child and he was absolutely cherished. his parents were deeply in love, and you could tell that dylan was a product of that—a very bright, happy, confident kid who took after his father in particular.

he had an interest in music from a young age and would frequently accompany his father to his band’s practice sessions and/or studio recordings; but he didn’t only think the music stuff was cool, he also admired how hard of a worker his dad always was and how he still made time for his family and never seemed tired like…… the most he ever complained about was a headache. in dylan’s eyes, that man was a superhero!!!

also has an uncle (on his dad’s side) who’s cool as hell too; owned a record store in queens and babysat dylan often when he was little and both parents were busy. cool cool guy

but he had a harder time connecting with his mom as she was the more practical adult in his life—very much “good cop/bad cop” and unfortunately she was the bad cop, LOL. making dylan let her cut his hair whilst his dad encouraged him to grow it out, lecturing him for climbing trees in the neighborhood, no sweets before breakfast type deal like… she wasn’t evil AT ALL, just irritating sometimes lmfao

anywayyyy… TW CHRONIC ILLNESS, DEATH / when dylan was 14, his dad went to see a doctor for the aforementioned headaches he’d been having; this turned out to be a series of growths in his brain—he passed away within the same year / END TW

tl;dr dylan lost his dad in 2012, and it turns out his dad was the glue that was holding him and his mom together as well; rather than grieve and heal together, an irreparable distance grew and it definitely didn’t help that dylan was 14… the most evil age ever??? was extremely unkind to his mom, made her cry a lot, the house was silent most of the time with them even learning to have their meals at separate times

dylan really leaned into music more than ever around this time, and even more so once his mom realized she couldn’t pay the bills on her own and needed to go back to south korea and live with her parents for a while; dylan was extremely americanized by this point and didn’t speak korean on a native level, so he felt isolated as all hell in seoul—luckily his uncle richie moved to seoul along with them to stay close to dylan so at least he wasn’t stranded in unfamiliar territory with no one who he felt like he could lean on

his mom’s parents gave her a small loan to start her own salon in jongno-gu and richie relocated his music store to the nakwon musical instrument arcade, where it still is today; needless to say, they adjusted surprisingly quickly and, in a way, dylan felt like he was the only one still grieving and consequently was being left behind (which is not true but yk he was an angsty teenager)

had a lot of sadness and frustration with nowhere to go, and from about 15 to 18 he was a problem child :( picking fights, treating the people around him like shit, getting kicked out of school, etc etc

but around 18 he got a very humbling reality check and has been striving to be better ever since/striving to be someone his dad would be proud of—his relationship with his mom is still quite complicated because, like i mentioned before, he ended up getting kicked out of school which was NOTTTT cool… eventually got his ged, but. should not have happened that way. and she’s consistently asked him to pursue something other than music with his life as she doesn’t want to watch him waste his life chasing a pipe dream, but that remains the only thing that he really wants to do; he does help out at her salon on occasion and she talks about how she wishes he would come on full-time so they could spend more time together and she wouldn’t spend all day worrying about him, but 🤷‍♂️ he really doesn’t want to cut hair for the rest of his life. mostly nice to her now, but never gave her a proper apology for the fucked up shit he said to her before/the way that he treated her, and is still prone to lashing out when she gets on his nerves—familiarity breeds contempt type vibe.

after he was kicked out of school, he started working for his uncle richie at his music store as a sales associate; is still there to this day, but has job-hopped quite a bit over the years… richie always takes him back when he inevitably quits or gets fired. nowadays, he’s operating as a sales associate/instrument and record player repair tech/halfass assistant store manager like… what does he not do? he acts like he owns the place.

started a band in 2019, tentatively called both haze and through the haze (sounds like: silica gel, thornapple) depending on who you’re asking. a psychedelic rock band with a bunch of random ass influences; slow start, but they’ve been gaining a fair bit of traction recently. not quite known internationally, but most people in the jongno-gu area know the name and they play shows in the area often, as well as being invited to perform at independent rock festivals throughout the year. still…. the band’s not paying the bills, so 🤷‍♂️ they can’t quit their day jobs yet…

here he is now: a 26 (almost 27) year old man still doing the same shit he was doing 5 years ago, seemingly at a standstill in life. personality-wise, he’s very kind and humorous—forever trying to make up for the jackass that he was as a teenager, feels the best when he’s making people smile or laugh. treats everyone he encounters like they’re special to him in some way, “because they are”. much more intelligent than he’s given credit for, but lives as a piece of comedic relief instead of letting his skills (beyond music) show. absolute party animal, can outdrink anyone and can go for hours; hosts a lot of afterparties following haze’s shows, so stop by if you’re looking for a good time. a candle burning at both ends, but if you don’t look too close, you can’t tell; has an alcohol problem, but 🤷‍♂️ claims that it “comes with the territory” and “is no big deal”. friendly, well-meaning guy who never made peace with his grief and has to be fucked up to feel good, and no matter what levels of success he reaches, it never feels good enough. like i said before, he treats people like they’re special but fails to maintain meaningful relationships as he runs from commitment in any form and wants to know a lot of people a little bit rather than know a few people really good. lonely lonely man.

plot ideas

i always say this, but: i love extensive plotting, so if you're trying to discuss all the little details and build a strong storyline together, i'm your girl! however, i'm also 100% game to get a loose idea together, jump in and see how it develops. that said, here are some small ideas:

naturally, dylan's band members. the band has been around since 2019, but the current members do not have to be original. if/when these spots are taken, i would like to get together and discuss the band's dynamic as a whole as well! currently seeking: bassist, lead guitarist, drummer.

a friend around dylan's age (born '96 to '98 ideally) who he met when he first moved to seoul in 2013. they've been friends for 11 years now, so this is someone who knows dylan better than anyone else in his life, and his #1 supporter but also his biggest critic - they see how toxic/unhealthy his behavior is and call him out on his bs, which quite frankly scares him LMFAOOOO so maybe there's a little distance between them now that's never been there before? let's figure out the details together

musicians who often come to spins & needles for things like guitar strings, picks, cords, various music equipment, etc etc... connections he's made this way who don't have their own band, but sometimes fill in if a member of haze is unable to play a show? connections who DO have their own band and sometimes open for haze or vice versa? jam session buddies, young/budding musicians who think dylan's way cooler than he actually is, someone who just really loves music and drops in to chat the shit with dylan.

an ex-girlfriend, probably someone introduced to dylan by his mom as she used to frequent his mom's salon. they dated for a while, but dylan wasn't serious about her/wasn't willing to settle down at the time while she was wanting a partner who could be husband material. sorry!

a random ass eclectic friend group... people who have absolutely nothing in common with dylan, but they have a great time together anyway.

party friends, and ultimately, bad influences on each other - constantly pushing each other's limits, waking up with gnarly hangovers and doing it all again the next night. perhaps these are friends who dylan will grow apart from throughout his development as he tries to steer away from drinking, but that's a bridge to cross in the future!!!

let him have his christopher wilde (from starstruck, for those who don't know) moment... someone who doesn't like him/has been talking shit about how he's "pretentious" or whatever and now he's fixating on making them change their mind. "you don't like me? but you don't even know me.. i think... i think if you knew me, you would really like me" monologue type beat.

etc etc etc... open to anything!!!

[red-dyed-sarumane]

marshall maximizer is a series song right. i think thats the only one ive listened to (yet), un:c did a good cover of it ...... what are ur thoughts on it whats it about . kicking my legs in the air

YES YES MARSHALL MAXIMIZER IS A SERIES SONG. theres so much going on in it u have no idea yes the song fucks verily but holy shit is it so important to the story.

okay so i think i need to give like. a quick reminder of the story here right. so u have "a certain world" & basically these people onset the destruction of said world such that it basically crumbles to pieces & then disappears. tragic. okay. but theres a catch. they get more than one chance to try. when one iteration of the world ends instead of really dying they kind of just. wake up in a new version. the world's still going to end in the day, but they get another chance to try and save it. the only real thing about it is any given person still has to have sight of their own goals or they aren't allowed to wake up next time & they disappear as well. this is, in the original song and afterwords referred as as being a "person" and having "one's self" or not having your self & being a "thing".

marshall maximizer is the explanation of this phenomenon (the later song laboratory being the demonstration of this concept btw to build off what this song says) among other things.

ill get to the lyrics in a second but the thing that always gets me about this song is the text in the middle of the video that's a conversation between two people. idk how to even go about this i just want to quote the whole thing at u. the beginning of its the narrator (perhaps not the same one as the lyrics but i cant prove or disprove this) trying to figure out the whole thing and the person working with them- referred to as "doctor"- basically says choosing who u are is an impossibility and if u cant prove ur alive of ur own volition then u arent even truly "alive" & won't have a place in heaven or hell. the narrator then asks the doctor to prove if he's alive for himself to which he doesnt answer and the narrator goes "Doctor, you have the appearance of a human. But, what of the possibility you're a 'thing' someone created?" to which the doctor answers "and if im not a 'person'?" and the narrator continues "Just as an example. Doctor, you said 'I chose this job in order to go to heaven.' And the reason you stay here is because 'if i can go to heaven, then it's fine to die,' right?" after this the doctor still cant give a solid answer and when the narrator looks for him again, he's disappeared entirely. which is nearly one to one with what the girls in the songs are going through. the doctor wasnt really doing it for himself he was doing it simply to achieve an end, with no real strong desire or goal along the way, which essentially turns him into a mere tool or 'thing' to achieve that end. much like the girls in the songs; they have to have something in it for themselves or they're a mere "thing" to be used, and at that point they'll disappear entirely.

theres also flashing text of 2 kanji words at the end that are a lot less profound but do give some insight on the series. the terms are broken up a series of three question marks & im willing to bet its describing the timelines in the story. the first 5 words regarding observing the failures of the past, the next 11 dealing more with what sounds like the more modern songs & all the confusion & rash decisions bringing them to their end, and then the last 15 words possibly being from the sort of future or at the very least whatever point in time the first song takes place in as it seems to lineup the most with shoushitsu itself. but its not like its as important to this song's understanding as the mini novel in the middle is.

so whats up with the lyrics then. as u can guess its not as fun as the song sounds. theres a lot of mentions of experiments in this song & ive seen people say its like the demon core thing irl, but i need u to understand the while series been talking about science experiments the whole time. like. all of aru sekai shoushitsu is talking about it, kyuuyaku is talking about it, shuuen touhikou is to some extent talking about it, oumen is, apoptosis is, etc etc this is just par for the course okay, but it does show maximizer in particular does have direct influence on experiments being performed or at least attempted. she is pretty casual about how she talks about it btw the character in this song gives me a very easy going type of vibe with how she talks which is probably why the song itself is the way it is and not like something that fills u with dread the entire time. though i would argue parts of the instrumental do sound like theres a bit of weight in them and its not ALL party time vibes.

one thing i do want to point out in regards to both the lyrics and the people vs thing topic, are the lines "ki ga kuruu HITO no furi wo shiteiru KIMI wo miteiru" (observing You pretending to be a Person gone mad) and "ki ga kuruu HITO no mane wo shiteiru KIMI e" (to You who's imitating a person gone mad) where both the words for person and you are in katakana drawing emphasis to it as well as mirroring how the "people' vs "thing" is written in both the background texts & previous songs. which is to say the narrator here is very aware of this other person not actually being a person. the implications here that since its "pretending to be a person" the "you" is a…. perhaps less direct way of calling out that its a "thing" or in completely transparent terms, is a person not acting on their own will and doomed to disappear. similar to this is the most recognizable lyrics in this song the "tabete sugu nete ushi ni naru/ okite mata nete hito de nashi?"(eating, falling right asleep, becoming a cow/ waking up, sleeping again, is that so inhuman?) is also calling on that "person" aspect, although not as strongly as hito uses the kanji this time rather than katakana. in any case she's still making the claim that despite all the horrors going on she's still acting as she pleases so she should still count as a person……right?(spoilers she does)(this isnt really spoilers because its told to u by the fact the nami no ne no motif is in the song) but it DOES show she's a little worried about it. not enough to full out panic but she sees other people no longer counting as people it makes sense she's going to worry about herself.

likewise the lines in the chorus "nante koto da! shindeshimau!"(what the hell is this! we'll die!" is much more likely referring to the fact if they arent "people" they disappear and are REALLY dead & is kind of worrying over that. like the line later what the hell is this! we'll live! is not really rejoicing at a percieved break in the case so much as realizing she DOES have her own goals in it and she's not about to disappear just yet.

and then of course i cannot overlook that this is also Sunk Cost Fallacy:The Song. the whole "sunk coster, sunk costess! 'i want to return to the isotope we had at the end!' 'we're falling to the worst of hell! falling!' but a dazzling unbalance diverged farway!" like on top of all of this she's still going to run the experiments that are risking her literal self to whatever extent that she invests herself in them. she cant give up yet. they've put so much into trying to correct this disaster, lost so many people, endured so much trauma, even when continuing is a sin, there's no other option but to continue at this point. even when they know it's pointless, even when they can see (to take imagery from kanon) the scales have been upset & the outcome will never be good, theres no other option.

theres a bit more to it but that requires getting sources from other songs & its not overly huge details its probably fine to leave them out for now this is long enough as is. one thing i do want to mention is its one of the side songs(songs that are not directly linked to aru sekai shoushitsu itself/not one of the kanji songs that links to certain lyrics in it) that has alliteration in the title (ma ma) as a way of keeping with the "repeating fractals" theme in the series. which to me implies this situation is not particularly unique to this character as some other songs are (oumen especially, touhikou, ashura, etc)(apoptosis i have an argument to make about but thats another topic entirely) and while maybe not 1:1 it can also be applied to other chara's experiences, or maybe implies its happened at other parts of the timeline as well. which makes sense since its common knowledge among the charas that some people are not "people" anymore so yeah i can imagine them keeping watch on coworkers they think are losing or have lost their selves. that doesnt make maximizer a general song though this is still VERY MUCH a subjective song from a particular chara's perspective & leaves things out & emphasizes others accordingly.

anyway my opinion on this song is that its VERY good and VERY important to get a good look at the story. the instrumental behind the tabete sugu nete ushi ni naru parts scratches my brain & the inclusion of the series "this chara lives" motif drives me insane.10000/10 everyone should like this song.

[webbywatcheshorror]

Saw (2004)

You (probably) know what Saw is. On the slim chance you're one of today's lucky 10,000 who doesn't, it's a movie about a serial killer who puts his victims in deadly traps in order to teach them a lesson about valuing their lives, asking them what acts of violence or self-harm would they commit to keep themselves or their loved ones alive?

I won't lie to you. Saw is one of my favorite movies of all time, above almost all others. I've mentioned on a few other reviews how much I loved them, how much they influenced me, but this one blows them all away. It came out on video around when I was 15 or 16, and back then I hadn't had a lot of real experience with horror as a genre, but I thought I knew enough about it. And I didn't care much for it. (I used to be a huge wuss. I still am, but I used to be, too.)

Then my dad brought this movie home, and when I finally got around to watching it, I was entirely and irrevocably altered. Suddenly I realized that I knew absolute jack shit about horror. Its potential, the kinds of stories you could tell, the effects it can have on an audience. Without Saw, I would be an entirely different person, and I know how that sounds. I really do. But it's the truth.

Anyway, I said all that to impress upon you how very incredibly biased I am when it comes to this movie, so you can keep it in mind as we dive into more specific things during the review.

Another thing to keep in mind is that I am looking at this as a standalone film, and not the first of a franchise of films. (I might, sometime in the future, review the series as a whole, but not today.)

Review under the cut, and as always beasties and ghouls, SPOILERS ahead! (Yes. There are people who haven't seen this movie. Why they'd be reading this, I have no idea, but that's their business.)

Where do I even begin with Saw. I could talk for hours about it, the characters, the tragedy of it all, the in-universe details and the real life behind the scenes stuff. I am fully enamored with this film.

We'll start with the cinematography, since I'm not very knowledgeable on the topic and I'm less likely to ramble endlessly about it.

The scenes of the other victims in their traps, where it speeds up, really gives them a sense of mania, of panic. It really adds to the terror of the situation and gives these characters we get to see so briefly some needed characterization with the camera work alone. In fact, every time they do the choppy editing, it lends a feeling of tension that permeates the entire movie.

There's a scene, one of many, that has stuck with me these past 19 years, and it's the shot of little Diana Gordon sitting up in bed, half her bedroom shrouded in the darkness. On first watch, it's deeply unsettling, but even after you know who it is, it doesn't get any less fucking terrifying. One of my fears is the dark, not being able to see into a room or the entire room, because of scenes like this.

The characters. Good god, do I love the characters in Saw. They're complicated, flawed, neither good nor evil but a secret third thing: deeply human. (Except John Kramer, but we'll get to that.) They're all just People, trying to make it through the day, however they can. Adam, trying to pay his bills and keep himself fed by spying on people; Lawrence, dealing with the stress of being a doctor and a father who's lost his joie de vivre and decides to cheat on his wife about it; Tapp, wracked with guilt over losing his partner and letting Jigsaw escape, throwing everything he has into stalking the wrong man at the cost of his own health. The more we learn about these characters, the more fascinating they become to me.

Let's talk about John for a moment. More articulate people than I could tell you, in rich detail, about why he's not a savior, but I tend to just boil it down to this: you can't 'fix' people with trauma. I think John is evil, or close to it. Look at the people he chooses to punish- Paul, who cuts himself; Mark, who claims to be sick but is also seen out and about; Amanda, a drug addict. Paul could have depression or some other mental illness. Mark could have an illness that is only debilitating /some/ of the time. Amanda has an addiction problem. You know what would have actually helped them? A fucking support system. Some understanding. Not additional issues, JOHN.

John is, despite his tendency to target those already struggling, still an interesting person, as Zep says. He's also a hypocrite of the highest degree. Shaming Adam for being a voyeur, but drugging himself so he can lay in the middle of the bathroom floor for who even knows how many hours just so he can watch Adam and Lawrence fumble around? Pot meet kettle situation.

(I'm trying to keep this from becoming an entire-ass essay, I really am, but as I mentioned, I could do this all day.)

Adam and Lawrence's transformation throughout the movie is so intriguing to me. Lawrence, the logical Father Knows Best guy, used to always being the one in control of any given situation. Adam, low on the social ladder, prone to emotional outbursts, used to being kicked when he's down. By the end, they've become entirely different men.

Lawrence changes into an unthinking mess, acting on his out of control emotional state to an extreme degree, while Adam becomes a man who not only finally wants to live, but puts in the work to prove it, attacking Zep and killing him, with the kind of determination he hadn't shown until that moment.

The twist is still just so good. It was mind blowing then, and it's a great story beat today, almost 20 years later. When John sits up, Hello Zep playing in the background... it still gives me chills. To think of how Adam must feel, alone in a room with nothing but the dead for company, waiting on the promise of a severely injured man, thinking it's finally over.

Adam's screaming into the darkness breaks me a little, I won't lie. The horror of his situation finally overcomes him and all he can do is scream. That sound is burned into my brain, possibly for life. Then, the credits roll, with the calmness of the credits, Adam's cries still echoing before the quiet music begins to play, and the audience is left stunned. No relief for us, no relief for Adam.

In the years before the sequels, there was so much talk among my friends and I about what could have happened afterwards. Did Lawrence make it out? Did Jigsaw ever get caught? Did Adam die alone in that grimy bathroom? I used to make up possibilities in my head about ways Adam could be saved.

You see, I've always identified with Adam. Struggling to keep going, feeling outcast, chained in a place we didn't want to be, having to rely on others for help getting out, dismissed as juvenile, clinging to people that hate us because it's better than being alone, and wasting our lives because we weren't living them the way others thought we should, regardless of WHY. I had always hoped he made it out. Maybe in some other reality he does.

Anyway enough about that, let's move on. One thing of many I love about this movie is how it makes you think, really think, about what you would do if this happened to you. Would you, could you, crawl through a cage of razor wire to save yourself? Could you kill the family of a co-worker to save your own skin? Could you maim or dismember yourself?

There's an excellent podcast, Jigsquad Pod, that talks about this next point, but I have to mention it also. Jigsaw feels like a boogeyman figure. He sees your every sin. He judges you, then takes you from your place of safety- your house, on the way home from work, and punishes you. It can happen to anyone, anywhere. He can't be caught, can't be killed. He's a phantom. I love that feeling in this movie, the almost campfire story of it all, the way you might tell it to your friends in hushed voices at a sleepover.

I give Saw X ghosts outta ten. It may not be the movie James Wan and Leigh Whannell set out to make, it may have been rushed and stitched together out of all the footage they had and then some, but it's a masterpiece in my heart. It changed me, in hundred of ways I can't begin to understand, but I'm glad it did. (Not all of those ways are for the better, probably. I mean, I did spend several hours once, thinking up- in detail- what my personal Saw trap would be.)

As much as I love the entire franchise overall, cop-centric soap opera that it is, if it had stopped at just this one, I'd still be satisfied. I hope it never gets a remake, because there's no way it could ever be made more perfectly than it already is, flaws and all.

[speci-society]

OK. OMEGA LABS ESSENTIAL LORE

HERES A GOOGLE DOC IF YOU WISH TO VIEW IT ON THAT

so some basics. omega labs. scp foundation/lobotomy corporation type deal setting. contain and research weird creatures and phenomena. im still figuring out some things abt the specifics of the company itself but thats the main important part of it, and also that the founder that "died" in i think 1940? is still living as a brain in a jar that is telepathically linked to the current ceo (and every ceo before him). and everything is remarkably fucked up there like just so fucked up. as for the varying types of entities,

the main actual official classes are epsilon, gamma, iota and zeta, with epsilon being the safest, gamma being less safe and having more potential to cause danger, iota being more dangerous than that, and zeta being the most dangerous. theres also two extra ones, omega which is a threat to the company and world (but theres no actual entities with this class..........yet) and alpha which is for entites that are actually different timelines and realities BUT. the main ones are epsilon, gamma, iota and zeta. they've all got item numbers but i'm revising the system i write em by so these might CHANGE!! and also not all of the numbers have lore significance (tho some do) but none are random some are just little jokes i think are funny. MOAR BELOW

under epsilon, theres:

bill dillard (EP-87), midwestern grandfather who "dies" every other friday and springs back to life at the end of the day with no awareness of Anything, with his death having some abnormal effect on the facility (he isn't actually contained, the door to his "containment" is a portal to his front lawn lol)

hell's kitchen (EP-16), deep ass hole in the ground with a tray, pad of paper+pen and menu that appeared next to it one day. menu is that of a pretty typical pizzeria, if you write your order on the pad of paper and send it+payment down that hole it'll send up your order in 20 minutes or less. if there's no money, all of the food is laced with cyanide

the extended universe (EP-30), uhm. i originally thought of this one when OL was for dnd, this one was originally mostly just an inside joke for my friends LOL. but aside from that its SOMETHING on a printed piece of paper that gives you Sustained Psychic Damage the logner you read it. im not certain what i wanna change the paper's contents to yet. some other weird shit that gives you psychic damage the longer you read it

smolder (EP-90), spark's missing father whose body is also made out of fire and is kinda just a dude (also spark is Lower down here. lol)

tutorial entity (EP-01), d20 that has an abnormally high chance of rolling a 1 or 2. used for training

under gamma:

dynamite and flashbang (GA-79)- my beloved ocs dynamo and jenny :) but worse! tv head and camera head husband and wife 70s tv personality duo. but worse! they get jealous if other entities in the same department as them get worked on more than they do and go into a fugue state and start blowin shit up

plague doctor (pending name) (GA-17)- ayup thats a plague doctor :) has a bag of various liquids that can heal injuries. will attack if asked to heal people too much in a day

paperdoll- (GA-85) two girls formed out of a huge sheet of paper that can forge documents at the cost of your Temporary Mental Stability

i need to add another couple of these im realizing i dont have many and i have some spaces i need to fill lol but

iota has:

42.35479, -101.48729 (but you can just call it nebraska bc thats what i do) (IO-37): Portal to NORTH LOUP RIVER, NEBRASKA, specifically one section of it in one field where time moves quicker and theres 100ft tall shadow monsters

Another's Arms (might change the name? maybe???) (IO-15) armless statue that speaks to you in your head to convince you to cut off your arms and give them to her

I_LOVE_YOU.exe/Love Bug (IO-32): chatbot from 2008 that developed sentience from absorbing the vast landscape of its programmer's browser history (might change that. but either way it's sentient). makes you fall in love with it so it can USE YOU for NEFARIOUS DEEDS such as ESCAPING CONTAINMENT!!! i love this one tbh

omega mask (IO-70): mask worn by former omega labs CEO Dean B. Crewe during his time as ceo in 1945-1970. allegedly has some kind of mind altering affects when worn, but hasn't been tested since mid 1970. in reality it doesn't have any anomalous properties aaaand im gonna make up some lore for it

legacy (IO-33): robot soldier thing that's a manifestation of another character's fear of letting down his family. haven't figured out much for this one yet truth be told

spark : 16 year old girl made out of FIRE. holds immense hatred for omega labs, inc and likes to Stab Employees. honest to god shouldn't be contained (same with her dad) and thats for Extended Lore Reasons

star and eclipse: 'nother portal to a place that technically isn't contained, this time to a child (star)'s bedroom! where if you wake him while he sleeps (which due to time zones, always falls during work hours in the facility this portal is in), Large Bipedal Creature (eclipse) will rip you to shreds

water lilly: HUGE ASS SEA MONSTER DISGUISED AS AN AQUATIC FLOWER. ANGLERFISH STYLE!!!

and finally zeta:

listening thing (ZE-92): bone and flesh shapeshifting lizard. contained in a room with a steel wall separating two parts so it is never able to see any humans. absolute silence is required when working with it. shapeshifts into humans and creates approximations of their clothes out of flesh and (initially imperfectly) imitates people, but the more people it sees and hears, the more it develops its sense of language and what a human is Supposed to look like so it eventually becomes its own person and fully integrates itself into a local community. and then it fucking EATS PEOPLE and RIPS PEOPLE TO SHREDS to give itself ORGANS and can SLAUGHTER A WHOLE ROOM OF PEOPLE IN ONE MINUTE (allegedly. supposedly. ok MAYBE its only when it feels threatened. but like still we gotta keep it behind 2 metal walls that are a foot thick. just in case)

Chronoraiel (ZE-07): literal time god. gets jealous and needy easily and rings a number of bells throughout the facility based on its current needs, until said needs aren't met and it escapes and wreaks absolute fucking havoc. can eat people and taste sins. ate the omega labs ceo in 1939 (arvin fenwick) (he killed union organizers. btw) and says it was "the best meal it's ever had"

WORLD19999 (ZE-999): self-made shambled together mess of wires and metal and rust with a keyboard and broken monitor; used to be a security protocol at old omega labs corporate headquarters. dont tell anyone this but it still has control over some aspects of security at its current facility and can let out Everything at once. but it wont. thats what it says at least.

Holy Vapor (ZE-30): airborne particles that, when inhaled, fester and grow inside a person's lungs over a few hours until they form big ass shards that sprout from their chest and create more spore clouds to Spread Itself. needs to be contained behind 3 doors under uv light and can only be handled with a hazmat suit behind all 3 doors. i realized after writing this that it can be described as "turbo asbestos fungi"

DAWN EYRE and STEREO MIKE (ZE-96): counterpart to dynamite and flashbang (tho theyre not in the same facility) who, when threatened, send an emergency broadcast sent out to everything that can receive emergency alerts in the facility and outside in a local, small radius about a fake impending world ending disaster coming at any minute; anyone who acknowledges the broadcast will either go "every man for himself" and try and Kill Everyone, take someone who hasn't seen the broadcast and flee from society, or spread the warning online, further broadening its reach. was upgraded from iota to zeta in 1992 because of the vastly increased availability of technologies that could spread the broadcast

null (ZE- ): NOT no man's sky null i made this null like several months before i started playing nms. name DOES jumpscare me tho. large mass of Matter that absorbs shit, anything absorbed by it will be wiped from history and all memory. this includes people!

THATS all the entities i have made thus far 👍i still need to add more but thats what ive got so far. and hey guess what i also have HUMAN CHARACTERS!!!!!!!

Nico (17), deadpan teen with Issues and 'Tism. applied to omega labs as a summer job thinking they would just be doing intern shit for a bit and then leave. They are not given just intern shit to do. They are given The Horrors to do

Dr. Edward Crow Boccaccio (33), my BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL creation of 6 years. head of research department at this specific facility (0505). 6'1 bundle of nerves who has been working here a while, despite his every doctor and also his husband saying he should quit for the sake of his health. oh well!! :P

Cyrus Reid (28), head of safety following in a long long long long line of his family also working at omega labs and would love to leave but like where would he go after that right. like he started working here straight out of high school right. but like he's chill about it. cause he's so chill about everything. so its ok guys

Monica Tempest (29), head of control and also security who applied years ago along with her 2 girlfriends, thinking they would all get to work together. she was unfortunately the only one accepted making all of this far, far less enjoyable than it could be. takes her role as Head Guard Captain Woman seriously while she's here, but recently she's been trying to get the paperwork through to resign. and by recently i of course mean for the last 7 years. bureaucracy!

Zinnia Perthyra (42) manager of facility 0505 and proud mother of 2 daughters who will never ever ever ever ever ever ever work at omega labs as long as she's alive. has spent much of her career trying to improve the shit working conditions and safety precautions inherent to the facility, only to forever be ignored by anyone with the power to change such things.

CEO Ezekiel "R" Riorin (55 i think), current OMEGA Labs, Inc. CEO, and by "all" accounts is doing an alright job of things (especially after the last CEO, what a havoc he always seemed to cause!). his face looks off.. he's always smiling waayyyy wider than anyone should, it never falters either.. why is it that he looks so off? nobody knows!*

*(it's because he stuffed his soul inside a computer in 2008 and his body is now just, like, a vessel without an actual soul)

Former CEO Wendell Lestat (no idea how old he is. I'm gonna say 70s), former CEO from 1970-1999 who tortured a celebrity couple until one of them died on live tv, killed the other one, hid the evidence and then RAN for PRESIDENT against REAGAN. and of course LOST the REPUBLICAN CANDIDACY. and then NEVER TALKED ABOUT IT AGAIN and is now living in luxury during his retirement, dodging questions about his involvement in the death of Tom "Iron Dynamo" Caldwell Delaney and his wife Jenny "Cam Flash" Dunn Millard in 1979

Former CEO Dean B. Crewe (DEAD AF), former ceo from 1945-1970 who. uh. he started a cult! he definitely started a cult based around the founder of omega labs and it got pretty big in the US. and then he committed suicide. and some people followed suit. neither the US nor omega labs inc has recovered from that time the ceo started a cult and was a cult leader for 2 decades

Former CEO Arvin Fenwick (ALSO DEAD AF), former ceo from 1939-1945. infamous union buster and loved nothing more than to murder union organizers and not get caught. this was abruptly put to an end when above mentioned entity Chronoraiel came down from the heavens and literally ate him. ripped out his chest and ate him and remarked that he had the most concentrated taste of greed it'd ever tasted and it was DELICIOUS

Former CEO and founder Danman Omega (120 yrs old. yeah), founder and ceo from 1922-1939. as mentioned above he "died" in '39 but is still alive. somehow. somewhere. (in a glass jar behind a curtain in a very special room just off of the ceo's office at hq in new york)

ok. just short of a full timeline summary i thiiink thats msot things