#V.I. AU

[midnightfire830]

Normally I’d color this in and shade but i dont have the energy nor the time for it so i hope this works

(Also sorry there was a malfunction I had to redo the post and I was running out of time. Sorry @metzonall1)

Thanks for the ask!

[sirensea14]

Hey Siren!! So I remember seeing Blackhat in a pink dress and it got me this idea.. can I draw blackhat in a wedding dress?? (I have something cute coming up with this prompt 👀👀👀)

I wont stop you from that😂 but you would have to ask @/Midnightfire830 and not me for that cuz Black Hat in a dress was for his au and also the one who started my madness for the lady in dress 🤣

Black Hat in a dress was from a prank of Cuphead in his Villainous Inc au (previously called Asylum au)

[drenched-in-sunlight]

A little comic I did for an AU where Arquebus captured 621 right after the Ice Worm mission and they never managed to escape.

Freud and Snail who captured a scavenger bird.

Rusty who did not get the chance to confess.

621 who did not remember a single thing.

vögelchen means little bird.

I feel dumb posting the comic without even posting my design of Freud and Snail yet so I include them at the end.

[owlafterhours]

me sliding in ur inbox for that ask challenge if ur still doing it...

freud/rusty, independent merc freud (which means v.i snail, v.ii o'keeffe and v.iii rusty (or v.ii rusty hmmm) au??

yeah!! THANK YOU FOR THE PROMPT it's given me the wyrms...I think here, Rusty would be just a taaad more brash/arrogant than usual bc he'd be the ace in the Vespers, whilst Freud is,

Well, Having The Time Of His Life because he can really pick and choose what he wants to do, but he's also not got a Snail to shove all his paperwork off to wwww

but here's the sentences:

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LOCKSMITH’s screaming all kinds of alarms at him right now, but Freud - Freud can’t hear them through the euphoria of seeing STEEL HAZE in a similar state, heavily damaged but still so poised and defiant.

“You, unmuzzled,” he said, breathlessly, into the mic, “Are a sight to behold.” 

The sharp intake of breath from Rusty is audible and Freud grins, pushing forward on LOCKSMITH’s accelerator once again.

[bigmilk-13]

Introducing my Carmen Sandiego OC's: Part 1

Florian Lafayette-Meadows

CS x Alex Rider AU

They have heterochromia (ironic) so they have different eye colours. One eye is a mix of grey and blue with a dark brown around the outside- while the other is grey mixed with forest green.

Character info-

Black (dyed- he used to have blonde hair) hair with purple highlights, 28 years old, 6'0, he/him and they/them pronouns

V.I.L.E Agent who then leaves and creates their own squad. Their codename was the Purple Guy, since they had purple and black hair, and a bit based on William Afton who was also a conman, trickster and murderer. Also, purple was his signature colour.

gay, asexual and transmasc: has been on T ever since he left CSIS, thanks to V.I L.E. Always knew they were trans- has identified as so ever since he was 11. They also knew they were aroace since 11.

Has a boyfriend- Alex Rider (he's two years younger than him)

At first wanted to be a Lawyer or Attorney but changed their mind and instead got a psychology PhD at Harvard University. He also studied political science, criminology and french but only got another PhD in pol-sci.

Insanely smart- like they are a genius. Has an IQ of around 247 and also has photographic memory- meaning if he reads or see's something, he'll remember it vividly.

Their main skill is being a conman and trickster, not loyal to anyone other than themselves. They're also insanely agile, being so fast that no one could ever catch up to them. Blame his parents for making him run track competitively in school. They were the fastest runner in their school's history and won county championships, becoming one of the fastest kids in Canada. He has insane stamina and quick ass reflexes too.

Parents-

Mother: Raquel Lafayette (later changed to Meadowes)

French but had some Italian and Spanish in-laws.

Sister: Fleur Lafayette (married a Spanish man)

Brother: Blaise Lafayette (Married an Italian man) (yes he's gay)

27 when she gave birth to Florian

32 when she died

Cause of death: Suicide

Fluent in French, English, Italian and Spanish (she learnt the last two while young- she was really smart too)

Father: Christopher Meadowes

Half Swedish-Half Portuguese (mother was Portuguese and father was Swedish, learnt both languages growing up. Moved to Canada and learnt French and English there)

Brother: August Meadowes

Lived in Canada

CSIS agent

28 when Florian was born

32 when he died

Cause of death: V.I.L.E

Fluent in English, French, Portuguese, Latin and Swedish

Backstory- tw: suicide

Well, let's start of at his birth. Florian Lafayette-Meadows, born Florence Meadowes but changed it legally after to include their mother's name and change it to their chosen name, was always a really fucking smart kid. Knew the ABC's, started saying full sentences, started walking, at a really early age. As he grew up, his parents decided that he will be homeschooled by tutors (they were really rich, but tragic ofc)

At the age of 7, Florian's father died because he was killed by a V.I.L.E operative on a mission to stop a caper. We don't know who it was, and what happened for it to lead to his death. Florian never knew that it was V.I.L.E that killed him.

Fast forward a year, Florian's mother is still heartbroken about her husband's death (they were actually a loving family, would you believe it) and her sister, Fleur, was scared about what might happen to Florian if she continued to be so depressed and sad all the time. She barely payed attention to him and just stayed in bed the entire day and cried. She lost her job and everything was falling apart. So Fleur called Blaise, who was living in Italy, and asked him to take Florian, basically adopt him, while she helps her sister get better.

Unfortunately, Raquel doesn't get better and on Florian's 8th birthday hangs herself in the bathroom, tired of it all, just wanting to see Chris again.

Florian doesn't celebrate their birthday anymore after that, in fact, they dread the day and use it as the only day were they can relax, break down, and just cry.

Fast forward, Florian's 11 years old. Using the good old internet they finally find out why they've been feeling as if they were a male the whole time. Looking at everything from the male perspective, dressing masculine, and even cutting their hair to look more like a boy.

They were transgender.

During this time, they were still living in Italy with Blaise and his husband, Raphael. They told him about the LGBT community and kept him educated on all that kind of stuff. Pretty wholesome. But ofc it doesn't last long-

At age 14, turns out CSIS wanted Florian to join them as an teen spy to help with missions that required smaller people. I mean- big ass buff agents wouldn't be able to infiltrate through vents but smaller and younger also buff agents can, right?

And his father was basically training him up for joining CSIS his whole life so in the end he accepted their offer and decided to join, maybe not officially but on contract. They'll use him when necessary.

Florian worked for them till he was -- before being sent undercover to V.I.L.E. They made it look like he stole a hard-drive filled with classified information and used it to their advantage.

He sent it to an important, high classed black-market auction and got an invite as a auctioneer. That's when he met V.I.L.E, who was trying to buy the drive. He bid against them, undercover, to try get them to pay more, and in the end got around £3 million.

Countess Cleo, who was there at the time bidding for the drive, realised that she had been tricked and instead of being angry, invited Florian to join V.I.L.E, to which they gladly accepted. When he joined, Carmen was doing her do-over year and they basically became "enemies at first sight". He was 14 years older than her.

After a year, V.I.L.E wanted them to apply for university, since he was by far their smartest, strongest and most skilled student (broke all the records that Black Sheep set) so they wanted them to have a PhD, which lasted 4 years.

Got into Harvard at --, then got bachelor's in criminology and french. At age --, decided to go for two PhD's in pol-sci and psych, which lasted 4 years. So at --, officially came back to V.I.L.E and worked for two years against his mortal enemy, Carmen Sandiego...

Who then told him that V.I.L.E killed his dad...

Yupppp, your "family" didn't tell you they killed your biological dad so your mortal enemy did. It was like this whole dramatic scene, where Florian had a mental breakdown and left V.I.L.E without saying a word, and disappeared of the face of the Earth.

After a few months, no one can find them, not even Team Red, not even V.I.L.E. Until they contact Carmen and send her a secret address. Turns out that it's a hidden manor, in the middle of nowhere in Austria. Carmen went and everything was explained, this was Florian's home and they had a new team now, called Team Purple, because that was his signature colour. It was similar to Team Red, just definitely filled with older people and a bit more organised. They all lived in the manor together and it seemed like the Purple Guy finally had found a family. Carmen and Florian sorted out their indifferences and became great friends, Florian saying that if she ever needed help, a place to stay or some manpower, that he, his team and the manor was always available for her use.

*Boys Will Be Bugs by Cavetown starts playing*

Anyyywhooo, welcome to the end!If you've read this far, you deserve a cookie (🍪) and a pat on the back because HOLY SHIT THIS TOOK A WHILE (legit like two weeks). Thank you so much for reading Florian's backstory and I'm sorry if stuff isn't written coherently cos this is NOT BETA READ. I tried making this as realistic as possible, eventhough this dude is essentially a genius. Anyway I won't bore you with my writing anymore, be ready for part 2 and 3- part 2 being my main oc who has her own account btw @official-florence-meadowes

[kivaember]

Link to my AO3! Pinning this to make it easier on myself.

Alis Propriis Volat (APV) - VIV621

Title: alis propriis volat (they fly with their own wings) Rating: T+ (may go up later) Pairing: V.IV Rusty/Raven | C4-621 Tags/CW: Alternative Universe - Canon Divergence, Complicated Relationships, Morally Ambiguous Characters, Implied/Reference Suicide, Implied/Referenced Indentured Servitude, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Medical Trauma, Mute Raven | C4-621, Identity Issues, Wolrdbuilding, Unreliable Narrator Summary: “I’m not here to kill you, buddy.” Slowly, Rusty crouched down. “I’m here to capture you, before Arquebus does.” or; C4-621 manages to escape Institute City on his own after V.II Snail’s failed ambush, but with Handler Walter no longer in contact with him, and Balam essentially destroyed, C4-621’s only ally is the disembodied Ayre. Well, until the RLF swoop in, but that’s its own awkward can of worms.

Hunting Dogs - Gen

Title: hunting dogs Rating: M Characters: Raven | C4-621, Handler Walter, C4-617, C4-619, C4-620, Cinder Carla, Original Characters Tags/CWs: AU - Pre-Canon, AU - Canon Divergence, Medical Trauma, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Morally Ambiguous Character, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Worldbuilding, Unreliable Narrator, Trust Issues, Complicated Relationships, Found Family, Implied/Referenced Indentured Servitude, Mute Raven | C4-621 Summary: Their newest Hound was C4-621: the fourth and the last. or; Walter and his Hounds, a year before they went to Rubicon-3.

Young Jupiter - Walter/Michigan

Title: Young Jupiter Rating: M Pairing: Handler Walter/G1 Michigan Tags/CWs: Canon Compliant, Pre-Canon, Rivals With Benefits, Slow Burn, Worldbuilding, Implied/Referenced Sex, Friends With Benefits, Complicated Relationships, Morally Ambiguous Character, Unreliable Narrator, Class Differences Summary: “Enjoy your stay at Ganymede Colony… it’ll be leagues better than that cesspool you just crawled out of.” or; Walter begins the slow slog into gaining the connections and influence he needs to ensure that the Coral is gone for good. It’s just that his starting point is at the very bottom rung of the social ladder on Jupter’s colon, Ganymede, and his only way up is by taking the AC pilot sponsorship with Furlong Dynamics. More of a detour than Walter would like, but it was manageable - he won’t let it be a distraction for his overall ambition. Then Michigan entered the picture.

Carrion-Eaters - Freud/621

Title: carrion-eaters Rating: M Pairing: V.I Freud/Raven | C4-621 Tags/CWs: Alternative Universe - Canon Divergence, Unhealthy Relationships, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Complicted Relationships, Coercion, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Unreliable Narrator, Blood and Violence, Slow Burn, Imprisonment, Re-Education, Mute Raven | C4-621, Implied/Referenced Sex Summary: “Wipe your mouth.” Freud pulled his hand away, showing the slight smears of half-dried blood against his fingers. “You’ve got blood all over it.” or; C4-621’s re-education gets hijacked by Freud for his own personal interests. Things get… complicated, yet also very straightforward.

Decoding (manipulation, disassembly, measurement, and observation) - Freud/Rusty

Title: decoding (manipulation, disassembly, measurement, and observation) Rating: M Pairing: V.I Freud/V.IV Rusty Tags/CW: Pre-Canon, Alternative Universe - Canon Divergence, Complicated Relationships, Morally Ambiguous Characters, Unreliable Narrator, Corporate Espionage, Developing Relationship, Enemies to… smth deranged Summary: Rusty was silent, caught between what the fuck is this and how do you know where i live.  or; Freud’s interested in Rusty. This is a very big problem when you’re a Rubiconian spy trying to fly under the radar. (Rusty makes it worse by getting interested in Freud)

Rubiconian Affogato - VIV621

Title: rubiconian affogato Rating: M Pairing: V.IV Rusty/Raven | C4-621 Tags/CW: Alternative Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafes, Fluff and Humour, Mute Raven | C4-621, Self-Indulgent, Romance, Implied Relationships, Complicated Relationships, Idiots in Love, Coffee Shops, Implied/Referenced Sex, Flirting Summary: Turned out a new competitor had set up shop over a week ago, and there was some unknowable, murky history between him and the manager, Snail (who the fuck named their kid Snail? Had to be a nickname). Michigan had been malding and seething for days, muttering ominously and glaring out the window like a psychopath (and scaring away from customers in the process), clearly trying to entice Iguazu to ask ‘what’s up chief’ like an idiot so he could send him off to sabotage their food supply or firebomb them in the night or whatever. (They did not discuss what happened to the last competitor for legal reasons) or; A new cafe sets up shop directly opposite to the local Redgun Cafe. This kickstarts a rivalry of epic and stupid proportions. Oh, and there’s a love story in there too.

A regretter's friend, the forbidden fruit - O'Keeffe/Flatwell

Title: a regretter’s friend, the forbidden fruit Rating: M Pairing: V.III O'Keeffe/Middle Flatwell Tags/CW: Pre-Canon, Complicated Relationships, Morally Ambiguous Character, Slow Burn, Worldbuilding, Corporate Espionage, Developing Relationship, Unreliable Narrator, Medical Trauma, Implied/Referenced Sex Summary: Since this morning, O'Keeffe knew there were exactly two Old Gens employed by Arquebus, and he was one of them. Which meant this was: “Flatwell,” he said, sliding his hand into his pocket as the man stiffened fractionally at hearing his name. “AC tester for the Nachtreiher project, right?” or; Flatwell is a corporate spy who’s managed to infiltrate Schneider’s new AC project. O'Keeffe;s just the intelligence officer passing by. Things get… messy.

Collection of AC6 Oneshots: memento vivere (remember to live)

Other Fics: Star to Star (Star Wars, Jangobi), Mortal Gods (SMTV, Aogami/Protag), Wine Cellar (FFXIV, series of oneshots/fics with my WoL), To Know Your Target (Persona 5, Akeshuake)

And a whole bunch of other fic from various fandoms lol

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

Hi! Lol I pronounce it like V.I. the letters <3 I call him that way because of the letters attached to his jacket

Ooooohh, that makes sense! Thank you for letting me know 😎✨

You know something funny? A while ago, I didn't put two and two together when it came to Vanilla's charms. I thought it was the roman numerals for "6"

I was like,"hmmm what could it mean? 6? Is that how many people he's killed or something?

Then my partner was like,"Tippy, those are his initials. Vanilla Ice."

And then I even made a joke about it and put it in my au 😭 (just as a post, it's not in the fanfic just yet)

[abelkia]

La playlist de l'émission de ce jeudi matin sur Radio Campus Bruxelles entre 6h30 et 9h : Alice Coltrane "Andromeda's Suffering" (Lord of Lords/IMPULSE/1972) Barney Wilen "Tindi Abalessa" (Moshi/Saravah-Souffle continu records/1972-2017) Van Dyke Parks & The Esso Trinidad Steel Band "Aquarium" (7"/Bananastan Records/1972-2011) Tom Waits "Table Top Joe" (Alice/Anti Records/2002) RIchard Dawson "Museum" (The Ruby Cord/Weird World/2022) Greg Weeks "The One True Song" (Awake Like Sleep/Alice In Wonder/2002) Luster "Out of Time" (Luster/Morctapes/2022) John Cunningham "While They Talk of Life" (Fell/Microcultures/2016) Françoiz Breut "Contourne-moi" (Une Saison Volée/Caramel Beurre Salé/2005) Saint Etienne "Don't Back Down" (Sound of Water/Sub Pop Records/2000) LEM "La bombe sonore" (Vanitas/Slouch Hat/2022) Mirwais "V.I. (The Last Words She Said Before Leaving)" (Production/Naïve/2000) Beck "Round the Bend" (Sea Change/Geffen Records/2002) The Cure "From the Edge of the Deep Green Sea" (Wish/Fiction/1992-2022) Michel Cloup "Lacher prise" (Backflip au-dessus du chaos/Ici d'ailleurs/2022) The Pastels "Wake Up" (Wake Up EP/Surf City Recordings/1985) Palace "Gezundheit" (7"/Hausmusik/1995) The Living End "Brigitta" (Ghost Riders/EFFICIENT SPACE/2022) Blossom Dearie "Comment allez-vous ?" (Blossom Dearie/Public Domain Recordings/1957-2022) Claude Nougaro & Jean-Claude Vannier "Grain de folie" (Soeur Âme/Philips/1971) Pierre Tchana & T.P. Orchestre Polyrythmo de Cotonou "Il n'est jamais trop tard" (Africa Boogaloo: The Latinization Of West Africa/Honest Jon's Records/1976-2009) L'International Challal d'Hamed Gazonga "Les jaloux saboteurs" (Golden Afrique/Network Medien/1983-2017) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmMJ2zZN4GC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[eggsmuses-a]

-- ❝ We had an idea. One to end this back &. forth. Desperate times call for desperate measures. ❞ Dr Catherine Halsey walks down the corridor, an escort behind her leads the spartan forward despite the restlessness. She ignores the resistance behind her as she continues, ❝ It's our final chance on Halo. A secret weapon, you might say. ❞

At times, she can hear a struggle behind her between the intervals of silence. Footsteps that reverberate around the hall occupy the times when the Spartan-II &. marines are still. Click, click. The pace picks up as they approach the door, &. Halsey bows before an eye scan to unlock the door. She turns back to the super soldier, ❝ Thelnea. You have to promise me you won't act irrationally, or you'll be taken off of this mission. ❞

...

The AI stands idly on the table, staring off to the distance as she counts the seconds; milliseconds, nanoseconds. Dr Halsey instructed her to remain perfectly still when she left. To act dutiful. Therefore, she wouldn't be allowed to move in the slightest, or move a single muscle--

The flash clone AI glances to some screens that dance with hues of blue in her peripheral before nervously looking back. Dutiful. She can't act out of order (easier said than done !). She'd die before she could remain still, she had to stick her nose somewhere !

Then the door hisses to life; mist flushes out as the room decompresses, a haze coating the figures that stand in the hallway. The AI snaps to attention, spinning to salute Halsey &. Thelnea as they enter.

#ﾞ ᴡ ——— ❝ Hello Master Chief. I'm your temporary AI &. Spartan Enhancement Unit. ❞ The introduction falls short from a name, the words that should follow travel like a plummeting glacier. What humanity she would have escapes her, slipping through her fingers as she stays silent.

Halsey steps forward once more, -- ❝ We call her the Weapon — to prevent an attachment, &. because, blatantly, she is a superweapon. She stands between us &. the shutdown of the rings. All she needs is an escort. Make yourself acquainted. ❞

@destinyanddumbassery plotted a starter !

[liesexposed]

DUMP.

[midnightfire830]

Hi again, um, I've already done an ask before but if I may- Can I give Asylum Cup a plushie?

If so, here you go! :3 * Gives small bunny plush *

(Even if you don't respond thx for reading anyway♡)

Of course you can!!!

Idk why he looks like a kid all of a sudden but yeah. We love drawing inconsistencies.

He likes stuffies

[toodestinypanda-blog]

Mage Seungri

[ministryofkpopaus]

BIGBANG Superpowers AU | By @jeanchevaljean Requested by anon

Psychic Powers - Lee Seunghyun Air Manipulation - Dong Youngbae Hydrokinesis - Kang Daesung Earth/Ground Manipulation - Choi Seunghyun Pyrokinesis - Kwon Jiyong

[moon-kn1ght]

But what is not.

pairing: Leto Atreides I/Jessica word count: 400 warnings: macbeth AU; blood symbolism; shakespeare quotes; (i know nothing about the Bene Gesserit); a/n: this is part 2/2 of my christmas present to @acedameron for our server fic exchange. i know you saw my message (and subsequent delete) about this fic concept, i'm just pretending you didn't and this is a complete and total surprise. (also i think the formatting will be less screwy on ao3, so i recommend reading there). read more (and find my ao3) on my masterlist.

“Looks like the innocent flower, / But the serpent be under it.” (I.v)

She can smell it before she sees it -- metallic, pingy, and moist. It wafts through the hallways of the Caladan palace. It echoes off walls, penetrating every crevice in the hard, stone exterior.

The Duke follows, trapped by the smell of it. His hands grasp hers. He slips the damp blade into her skirts.

“It is done. Just as your Reverend Mother has ordered.”

Jessica opens her mouth to respond but all she can taste is blood. The Duke’s hands are sticky with it, a foul sensation to have wrapped around her.

“What will we receive in return?”

“I will let the order know and I’m sure we will soon reap a reward, my Duke.”

--

“Nothing is / But what is not.” (I.iii)

The palace creaks more now than ever. One can hear footsteps reverberate off the rigid walls from the other side of the building, sounding as if they are just outside one’s door. Jessica paces back and forth inside her chambers. She waits for a word back from the Bene Gesserit to no avail.

“It is done.”

She repeats, “It is done.”

The Reverend Mother stays silent.

--

“O, full of scorpions is my mind!” (II.ii)

Leto seems to lose himself over these days.

Jessica taught him their story -- they were in bed together when they heard the screaming, so they dressed quickly and headed for the source of the noise. Duncan had already found the dead emissary.

The Baron is not pleased. He sends many soldiers and leaders from Giedi Prime. This makes the Duke nervous.

“I should have never trusted those witches,” he mutters as he stalks through his chambers.

--

“Out, damned spot!” (V.i)

That first night, Jessica burned the skirts that hid the blade.

She scrubbed her hands till they were raw but she could still see blood on them. She could feel it too -- sticky substance tracking on every surface she touched.

--

“Yet who would have the thought the old man to have so much blood in him?” (V.i)

She held Leto close to her chest. This was the only thing that could quiet his racing mind.

“Everything will work out my dear, the Reverend Mother will ensure it.”

She stroked his curls, leaving red streaks. She traced her fingers over his jaw, his cheekbones, and left marked trails behind.

Wherever her hands touched left stains.

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

FNAFSB x Red Vs Blue AU: Gregory Is Epsilon-Church Reincarnated  (Part 1)

we know during the battle for Chorus, Epsilon-Church had ended up fragmenting himself, placing each part of himself in the suits of his friends/team.

but it wouldn’t just be a normal fragmenting, like when a A.I. or Soul fragments a small piece of themself, which would have them giving “birth” to their A.I. fragment or soul fragment offspring.

no, this fragmentation would take everything Epsilon-Church has, and his A.I. could of been already too damaged and full of missing pieces of itself in order to stabilize after fully fragmenting the new A.I. that would be memories and Epsilon versions of Epsilon-Church’s Siblings.

but what if a small part of Epsilon that was him, end up surviving and was in fact in Caboose’s Head for a while, until that time portal thing happen, and it wasn’t just Donut that was send to another part of time and space.

but it also caught a very weak Epsilon (who couldn’t say or do much of anything while in Caboose’s head, because he was very weak and he was very close to dying soon, he was just living on borrowed time.)

was hit by the same energy that Donut was, but was send somewhere else.

like back to Earth and was reborn as Gregory, who would then later become the adoptive son of Glamrock Freddy (and possibly Glamrock Bonnie.) and has to stay safe and keep from being caught from the Crazy Bunny Lady known as Vanny.

Gregory being the Reincarnation of Epsilon-Church, just seems like a fun idea.

picture if Gregory ended up meeting the Reds and Blues, and they find out he is the reincarnation of Epsilon-Church.

well if you think about it, a A.I. is possibly made up of the same ethereal soul matter as a organic human soul, plus if the Alpha was made from a Clone body of Leonard Church Sr., the electric brainwaves could of not just make a digital copy into a clone in the form of a A.I., but also absorb some of the ethereal energy.

V.I. like from Mass Effect, wouldn’t be born from a clone, and maybe only some A.I. are born from a clone.

so with the time and space energy from that time machine as well as the ethereal energy embedded in Epsilon’s A.I. Genetics, it could of allowed his A.I. self to reform and go through a metamorphosis where it became a Real Boy, or like in other words, a Soul that can be reborn into it’s own living organic body.

and the Crossover AU, would be called Red Vs Blue: Dirtbag Breach.

if Gregory was the reborn self of Epsilon-Church, it be funny if Donut went all Mama Mode, and saying how cute he is and even picking him up and hugging him and even going as far as treating him like a baby.

Donut is just as manly as any one of his team, and only real men wear pink and cry.....but he can still be like someone who would act like a Mom.

Gregory’s soul could be partly A.I. which could explain his vision when he sees Vanny or if he uses the camera.

Gregory could possibly be a hybrid robot, being partly organic, but also having a endoskeleton that was program to grow as Gregory matures and ages. 

you know like Charlie from the Novel series.

also in theory, I don’t think Grif is Biff’s son, but Grif could in fact be Georgia.

Georgia is just Grif’s Dead Name, and well not everyone has to agree to that theory, that Dexter Grif is Transgender, and has been before joining Red Team.

like his Original name could of been

Georgia Dexterity Grif, and he decided to make his middle name his new name by shorting it to “Dexter”...

Dexterity could be a Girl’s name, not just a word...

plus what do you get what you take Georgia and Biff, that’s right you get “Grif”....so either Grif is the son of Biff, or he could turn out to be Georgia.

it could turn out that Grif, when he was still Georgia, had the baby but had a miscarriage, and it broke his heart when it happen.

if Grif and Simmons do ever have a kid together, they would make great dads.

and possibly be like those two Dads that became like a meme.

who sadly accidentally locked their baby in a car.

I think it would be funny if Simmons was the one who was calling for help on the cellphone, and Grif is screaming while holding something above his head and yelling that he was going to break the window.

and the one on the other end of the call could be Doctor Gray,

and she mistakes Grif as a woman and tells Simmons to tell his “wife” to calm down....but then Simmons points out “that’s Grif.”...

I like how Gray scares both Doc and his split personality O’Malley.  

I think that it could turn out that Omega has been Agent Tex the whole time, and was trying to prepare the Reds and Blues for the time to save the Real Beta A.I.

like Omega and Beta could both have voices that sound like Allison, but Omega chooses to hide it half the time, and the woman that was used to be the host for both the Omega and Beta, was maybe the Ex-Girlfriend of the same guy who was used to be the host for Alpha.

Epsilon-Omega could be a misremembering memory of the Original Omega, like how Epsilon-Church misremembered his bio-gender, and he ended up becoming a girl, but what if it turns out that version of him still exist in the Epsilon Storage Unit...?

anyway I need to go eat right now, I can talk more about the what if there was a Crossover AU of FNAFSB x Red Vs Blue where Gregory is the reincarnation of Epsilon-Church, later...

that is why I’m making this into Part 1, and when I come back on later, I will make the Part 2 about this discussion.                                                               

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Colossians 3:9 | Calcu-LATER (4)

Pairing: Art Major!Kim Taehyung x Math Major!Reader, Jimin x reader-ish

Summary:  Math never fails you. The numbers might not always make sense, but you know there must be a solution. Everything fits together like a perfect puzzle, like your tidy life and solitary living…until Kim Taehyung spills paint all over your notebook. He, quite literally, trips into your life.

Genre: College AU, Fluff, Angst, Angst with happy ending, Light Topics, humor

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Uh, it’s not this dark i swear,  slight Internalized homophobia, Drinking, Cheating, language, uh uh uh it’s going to be a ride.

Word Count: 2.9k Words

A/N: this took a darker turn than I expected. 

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“Don't lie to each other, for you have stripped off your old sinful nature and all its wicked deeds” - Colossians 3:9

A couple months ago

    The tension at the dinner table was palpable. At least to you. You felt like you were suffocating in these plastered smiles and gestures that flew over your head. It was too much. The room was closing in, it was getting hard to breathe. 

“Y/N?” 

“Yes?” Your eyes darted to Jimin. 

    You realized, too late, that the entire table had stalled to look at you.  You felt disgusting. Like they were peeling back your outermost layers and feasting on your insides. 

“Are you alright?”

“No.” 

“What’s wrong?” Mrs. Park piped up. “You can tell us.”

“I don’t want to tell you.” You stated plainly, grabbing the plate being passed around and spooning mashed potatoes onto your plate. 

    Now the tension was back and this time they noticed it too. Jimin cleared his throat after exchanging a few weighted stares with Yoongi. 

“Hey, Y/N.” He said it loud enough for everyone to hear and soon enough that you couldn’t slip back into your head to rest. It was just constant activity and you hated it. 

“What?” You said dryly, your appetite gone. Your stomach was replaced with nervous butterflies of the moth, anxiety, variation. 

“I was just wondering if you’d...like to go out sometime?” 

      Did he do this in front of people for a reason? Did he know you would be obliged to respond with a terrifying yes? The social pressure was building like a pressure cooker. Your thoughts went wild, mind blank, words scattered. There was only so much you could put up with. 

“N-no!” 

      The past week had been tense. Jimin hadn’t spoken to you since what you had dubbed the valentine’s incident, or V.I. for short. Taehyung, however, had continuously reached out. 

     When you woke up in the morning, it was a pleasant surprise to have ten messages from Taehyung. He had an early morning class on monday and you didn’t have any classes, so you usually slept in. 

Taehyung (nerd): Heyooo just wanted to check in. How are you? And good morning! (sent 6:45 A.M.)

     His bubbly nature even translated through text and you almost winced at the loudness of his voice in your own mind. It was too early for this. 

Taehyung (nerd): i have art history this morning and i guess it’s alright but history at 8 am on a monday? Not advisable.  (sent 8:05 A.M.)

Taehyung (nerd): I’m so tired… and bored. You’re probably asleep still. Sorry for spam. (sent 8:45 A.M.)

Taehyung (nerd): At the same time, not sorry, NERD. (sent 8:50 A.M.)

Taehyung (nerd): Oh shit you can’t delete texts for the other person can you? (sent 8:51 A.M.)

       The rest were just him texting your name in all caps over and over trying to get you to wake up. It, obviously, didn’t work. You never needed to have your phone off do not disturb so you never got notifications. You sipped your coffee. 

        You weren’t going to respond and you hadn’t even thought that you should respond until you had left the coffee shop at noon. It seemed he had ended whatever weird one way conversation he was having on his own. Did you have to respond? You looked at your phone and then quickly typed out a message, taking care not to bump into other people. 

Y/N (nERD): i’m up. Why 6 A.M.? (sent 12:00 P.M.)

    Taehyung felt his lips tug at the message and he typed back a quick response. 

Taehyung (nerd): i’m an early riser. (sent 12:00 P.M.)

    You raised your eyebrows and scrolled up a few texts to where he texted you at 3 A.M. 

Y/N (nERD): And a night owl? (sent 12:01 P.M.)

Taehyung (nerd): What can I say? It’s a bad combination. (sent 12:02 P.M.)

Y/N (nERD): You need more sleep than that. (sent 12:03 P.M.)

Taehyung (nerd): oh are you worrying about me now? (sent 12:03 P.M.)

     You frowned at the text and looked at the time. Then you glanced around you at the empty campus. There was a big volleyball match at the college nearby and most of the free students had gone to watch it. 

Y/N (nERD): Absolutely not. I’m simply saying that based on my health data. (sent 12:10 P.M.)

Taehyung (nerd): Now you just sound like a robot. (sent 12:10 P.M.)

Seen

     He felt his heart sink at that last text. He knew you meant it. You were a sensible person. You weren’t a liar. He was also oddly attracted to that blunt mouth of yours. Like, if he had to choose between kissing you and kissing art, he might choose you. The scales were definitely tipping there. 

     Taehyung scratched his neck awkwardly as he read over your last texts and most likely read into them far too much. His eyes flicked from his phone to his friend.

“Hey, chim, are you and Y/N still a thing?” 

“What? Oh,” Jimin looked up from his book, seemingly startled. He looked confused for a half second and then slowly nodded. “Yeah...i guess.” 

“What does that mean?”

“It means I guess we are, keep out of it, Kim.” Jimin retorted sharply and snapped his book shut. His face was red. 

“You’re oddly protective over this relationship for someone who ditched Valentine’s Day.” Taehyung shouted after him as he stormed out. “Where are you going?!” 

“To see Yoongi.”

“You see him a lot, lately.” Taehyung noted and that made Jimin pause in the doorway. 

“We’re good friends. He’s one of my closest confidants.” He said softly, almost warmly. 

“I’m just saying, don’t put yourself in an unhappy situation, Jimin.” He eyed him warily. “That won’t end up good for either of us.”

“How does this affect you?” 

    Taehyung went quiet and he stared down his longtime best friend. He pocketed his phone and stood, walking to the doorway. 

“Because...I’ll be the one tasked with breaking Y/N out of her little isolation bubble when you break her heart.” 

“She doesn’t even like me, Taehyung.” Jimin laughed coldly. 

“I’m not so sure about that.” Taehyung gently shut the door and left Jimin outside. “Figure it out, chim. I know you always do.” He shouted through the door, then he flopped on his bed. 

Jimin (bf): Headed over to Yoongi’s rn, want 2 study later? 

Seen

        You rolled over in your bed and stared at the message, unblinking. Then you let out a sigh. The immense pressure you had kept in your chest slowly dissipated. The text wasn’t too friendly, but it wasn’t cold either. It was a good start to getting this relationship back on track. 

       You pushed yourself out of bed, remaking it entirely so there were no creases to be found. Then you grabbed your keys. Surely he wouldn’t mind if you dropped by early? 

       You made your way across campus, happy to start getting things back on track. You wanted to make it work, you really did. You had always imagined that your first relationship would be cute and bubbly, not the cold thrashing you’d gotten so far. 

    You didn’t want it to be the train wreck it had been so far. You let yourself smile, hoping no one else would think of it as an invitation to talk to you. You found that happened a lot. 

-

Jimin breathed out softly as the other’s hand traced his chest. 

“We can’t keep doing this. You need to tell her.” The other man’s soft breaths hit his cheek. Jimin shifted and looked up at him. 

“It’s easier to be with her. If I were with you, I’d have to explain so much…” 

“I see.” The other just let him trail off. Then he pressed a soft kiss to Jimin’s shoulder. “You won’t see me at Christmas anymore.” 

“Why?” He jolted upwards, pain in his gaze. 

“Me and my parents got in a fight over my major. You need to stay safe, Jimin, I understand. If my parents can drop me…” He paused. “Then yours can too.” 

-

      You bounded up the stairs, giving a nod of acknowledgement to Hoseok who opened the door for you. You’d interacted a couple times with the sunny man, but you usually had different schedules. 

“Have you seen Jimin?” 

“Yeah, he’s up in his room.” Hoseok called, heading out the door. 

      You turned and went to your left. Jimin’s neat handwriting was written on his chalkboard. Come in! I’m always open! :) The words made you pause. You looked across the hallway. 

    Taehyung’s door was slightly open and you could hear the faint beat of music in the quiet dorm. You edged towards the door and peered inside.

     He was hunched over a notebook, earbud wires tangled around his pencil. He shifted to the side, sensing a presence. You caught his eyes before ducking away. 

“Y/N?” He called. Your heart was pounding and you quickly ripped open Jimin’s door. 

-

“I don’t want to hide anymore…” His lover whispered. 

“Me neither.” Jimin reached upwards from where he lay on his lover’s chest. There was a big difference between his girlfriend and...his lover. He gently caressed his lover’s cheek. “I’ll do it. I’ll break up with her today and we can be together.” 

“I’d be with you any day. I don’t care if I have to wait.” The other man tilted Jimin’s chin and pressed a kiss to his lips. The door flew open. 

-

     You dropped your keys. It was one thing to show up early and find him still studying, it was another to catch him in another’s arms. You wouldn’t have thought much of it, you were pretty aware of skinship, but he was kissing another man. You had a lot to process. 

     Your brain shut down. You stood, silent, shocked, as they broke apart. Jimin began trying to talk you down, as if you were angry. It hadn’t even occurred to you to be angry. But now that he mentioned it. 

“Yoongi, wait!” Jimin shouted as his lover fled the room. 

      You stepped in front, stopping your boyfriend from chasing after him. Your face was blank, impassive, but there was an anger, a hunger, brewing in your gut. It might swallow you alive and you did not intend to be swallowed. 

“Explain.” You stated simply, your jaw clenching to hold back from the words you wanted to say. 

     Jimin stood still. His hazel eyes pierced into yours and you saw such pain behind them. 

“I...I’m gay, Y/N.” Jimin choked out. “I don’t like women, like that. I...like men-”

“I’m well aware of what being gay is, Jimin.” You curled and uncurled your fingers. “You cheated on me.” You spat out, your arms shaking. Control control control. 

“I’m...I’m so sorry. You have to understand, this is who I am, this is how I feel.” His voice started raising. “You can’t fault me for that!” 

      The room seemed to heat up, the air was thick. You couldn’t swallow, your mouth was dry. Your tongue stuck to the top of your mouth like glue. You were quivering in rage with an air of melancholy. 

“I don’t care that you’re gay, Jimin!” You shouted over him. “I just-I just wish you’d told me.”

       You pressed a hand to your heart and bent over, trying to calm yourself down. Your breathing was short, the betrayal and anger simmering. And you had let yourself fall so easily. You weren’t usually this naive, but how were you supposed to see the signs? Mrs. Park’s warning floated back to you, the sadness in her eyes. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Fuck!” Jimin paced and gripped his hair. 

      You stayed still, frozen in time, unmoving. It wasn’t the first time he’d made you do this. You could now count three times he’d had you frozen. Once when he confessed to you, twice when he left you, and three times when he broke you. 

“Y/N, I’m fucking terrified!” He yelled, his face red, voice scratchy. 

     Somehow, he was overreacting and panicking far more than you, the one who was cheated on. “What am I going to tell my parents?” 

“That’s what you’re worried about?” You scoffed and bit your lip furiously. “Focus on what you’re going to tell me, first, Jimin.” 

“I don’t know how I can say sorry enough. I made a lot of bad decisions I-”

“Yeah, you made a lot of shitty decisions.” You bit back. 

    Why? Why now? You could feel the wetness in your eyes, the flood of emotion. You felt the first drop on your cheek with much confusion. You swiped at your eyes, but they kept coming. Your vision blurred. You couldn’t breathe. You were drowning. 

“Y/N? Oh my god.” 

      You never cried. How could you be so weak? 

“Why?” You choked miserably. You’d never had to speak while crying. The way your throat closed up was a new sensation. “Why did you do this to me?” 

      He fell quiet. He just watched you as you broke down. And here, his actions were realized. Jimin remained unblinking, finally going into a state of shock. He was not a cheater. So why did he do what he did? Why did he give in? Why did he need it now now now. 

      He stumbled back a few steps, gripping the chair at his desk. Jimin collapsed onto the hardwood, back knocking harshly against it. You dried your eyes, or at least you tried to. He had no choice. That’s what he had felt. His parents loved you, they most certainly didn’t like Yoongi. His parents wanted a girl to bring home, not a man. And so he was trapped in a never ending cycle of self-hatred. 

    Jimin was a people pleaser. 

“It was...the right thing to do.” He whispered.

“Well, I think I know what the right thing to do now is.” You said miserably. “We’re over, Jimin. And by the way...your mother is worried for you. I can see why.” The last part came out as barely a whisper. 

     He nodded solemnly as you exited the room as fast as possible, pushing past a confused Taehyung. 

      As you made your way numbly back to your dorm, there was this overwhelming, looming, sense of dread. You thought back to the past few months with Jimin and as you tried to make sense of it all, you could only conclude with one thought; You should have seen it coming.

     Jimin took a deep breath, setting down his bags in front of the dark house. There was a single light on inside which he assumed was the living room. He needed to come to term with things, so he had taken a break and left for home for a while, even though home was the last place he wanted to be. 

     He rang the doorbell and waited. His heart was in his throat. He was unable to speak, he didn’t even know what he would say. He needed to take over the company soon. What if...they didn’t trust him anymore? 

“Jimin?” The door creaked open. 

      Just seeing his mother standing there, her pajamas on and her hair in curlers, had his eyes tearing up. 

“Mom?” He picked up his bags and walked inside. 

“Why didn’t you call? It’s so late, love.” Her motherly warmth enveloped him. 

     This house that he grew up in, the memories that roamed the place, felt so cold and unwelcoming. It was daunting, he couldn’t get the words out. He could only drop his bags in the foyer and fall to his knees. He pressed his hands onto his thighs and hunched his back. 

“Oh...honey.” Her voice was kind, warm, every part the mother he grew up with. 

    She slowly got onto her knees and shuffled over to him. His head rested on her shoulder. 

“Mom….I hurt a lot of people.” He said quietly, but she heard it. She’d been watching, observing, for a long time. She knew him well. 

“I know.” She softly rubbed his back. 

“Mom, I’m...I don’t like- I’m-” He stuttered and she understood. She’d understood for a long time. 

“Jimin, love,” She embraced him tightly. “When I first realized you might be..you know..well, I didn’t want to believe it. But then I saw you growing into this wonderful young man and I realized, my love for you, far outweighs the beliefs of my mother and great grandmother. I have loved you for a very long time, and this doesn’t change anything.” 

“And dad?”

    She glanced over her shoulder to the dark corner, to where Mr. Park stood, his heart racing and fists clenched. He was angry, but he was angry at himself for not being as attentive to his son as he should have been. What had he done wrong to make Jimin feel so trapped? She watched his shadow disappear. 

    Mrs. Park looked back at her son and pulled away, holding his hands tightly. 

“He loves you too.” 

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