#also he's probably hurting his puppet back but lets not worry about that

[catlover4536]

I've seen so many artist draw Eddie lifting the others, but may I present: Eddie getting lifted instead.

[genshin-squabbles-and-wobbles]

Headcannons of xiao, scaramouche, zhongli, and al haitham, patching you up after a serious battle? 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Yes you may, my dear. :) Please enjoy and stay clear from allergies this spring. :)

Xiao: ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈ ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈ ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈ ◈━◈

He is lecturing you on your recklessness, and how you are disregarding people's worries and cares for you. Mostly him though.

He wraps your wounds gently, and keeps asking if your bandages are too tight, or if it stings or hurt.

He ask Zhongli if there are medicines for healing "Humans Wounds."

He checks your wounds every night, and keeps an eye on you since you don't fully have your footing back.

He sometimes massages and rubs it for you, to help ease the pain or help ease your mind.

He will ask about it everyday.

He will 100% fight you to the death for you to not fight monsters or get into trouble. He will pick you back up and take you to bed and stay there with you until you give up.

He would kiss your wounds, giving it his own little custom prayers to help it heal faster and easier.

Will make sure everything is accessible to you before he leaves to go fight fallen gods and demons.

Sometimes will bring healing charms and little gifts in hope it would make you happy.

I don't think he fully understands human wounds apart from adepti wounds, so he will treat your wounds as if you have karmic debt of your own, but easier to manage. He has some idea of it.

Scaramouche: ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈ ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈ ◈━◈━◈━◈

He doesn't actually know what to do at first, but he definitely calls you an idiot, or other names of you being dumb and reckless. But you can tell it was because he was scared and didn't know how to react.

Instinctively, He probably things he will lose you like he lost his child friend in his past. Despite him knowing better.

He would rip some of his own clothes to wrap around your wounds to stop the bleeding, since he has seen people done so in the past.

Once you reassure him, and calm him down, he will carry you to a nearby area that has medical equipment.

As for this scenario, let's say Mondstadt since you know the area well.

He would snap at Barbara to heal you and to hurry up. But he would gently ask her if you are okay, and if you are holding up alright.

Once you are out, maybe having a little cane to support you, he would full on take care of you, no questions ask.

He would always have one arm around you, or holding your hand to make sure you are okay, but also to reassure himself that you are okay.

He would buy foods, or do most of the cooking, it's not the best, but that's because he doesn't need to eat since he is a puppet.

Probably hold you close to him and gently adjust your bandages for you when it gets a little sloppy.

100% annihilate any monsters that turn their eyes on you.

Zhongli: ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈ ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈ ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈

Immediately knows what to do, based on his past knowledge, he will immediately have medicine or bandages on him to take care of you.

He would cook healing meals, and do everything within his knowledge to help heal your wounds.

Thanks to that, it wasn't as fatal as before, since he has experience and he is prepared.

He would definitely carry you, because the less stress on wounds the better.

He would take you to Baizhu to look after your wounds and checking up on your wounds.

He makes tea for you everyday.

He would lay in you bed with you, and tell you stories to help you sleep.

He would rub medicine on your wounds for you, and keep you to a strict schedule no matter how much you protest.

Gently stroke your hair as you are laying down in bed and resting, offering extra pillows and blankets.

Bringing you your favorite desserts.

He might sometimes rest his cheek on your head in bed and keep his arms around you to keep your warm, of course with his button up shirt open.

He wouldn't express his worries for you by words, but definitely by actions, such as sealing the door so no one can get in to hurt you, but also so you won't sneak out. Leaving out breakfast, or comfy clothes for you.

Al Haitham: ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈ ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈ ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈

He would probably sigh and say stuff like he knew you'd be reckless and get seriously hurt.

He would also lecture you on how to properly fight the monster you were fighting, and pinpoint why you got hurt in the first place.

The next time he sees the monsters you were fighting of any kind, he would take over for you and defeat them. If you got seriously hurt from a hilichurl? He got it. But you can handle Azhdaha just fine.

He wouldn't need to take you to a medical facility since he knows what he is doing, we are in Sumeru forest after all, you have the best medicine there already is.

Despite his aloof and distant nature, he handles you very gently, and he becomes more touch base with you, such as when asking if if your wounds are healing, he would immediately place his hand gently on your bandages.

He would stick nearby you, but he won't show his worries, as he feels the rational thing to do right now is to offer you assistance, not stress you with his worries.

He tries to hold back his own emotions when he hears you wince in pain and see you have a pained face. Immediately would finish the task for you, such as putting your plate away, picking things up.

Usually, when he reached his limit of that, he would pull you in between his legs and ask you to stay with him so you can heal in peace rather than in pain. He would hold you close to him and push your head into his neck, as a way to help you ease down and relax. He would be reading a book in this process as well and maybe throw up an excuse on how him doing this has healing properties.

[bl00dy-pa1nt3r]

Hii!! can I get headcanons of what creepypasta characters would do if you cheated. Please and thank you, also love youuu. 💕

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|| Reader does not know about them being Creepypasta serial killers ||

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Liu Woods ⪼

Normally, Liu isn’t one to freak out. But this just about made him do so. Coming home from a long day, and seeing another man in your twos bed was the LAST thing he’d expect out of you.

Headcanons ⪼

• Was in genuine shock, anger, and disappointment when he found out.

• He was really devastated about it as well.

• That night consisted of constant fighting, blaming, yelling, and honestly just bullshit excuses from you. Excuses that Liu definitely wasn’t buying.

• He had gotten you a gift that night, only for it to be thrown away. Along with your twos relationship. Sad, really.

• You two broke up that night after the argument. Liu went to Jeff’s, who surprisingly let him stay for a night or two. Jeff helped him calm down and get his mind off of it.

• A few days after the break up, Liu threw away all the pictures, gifts, etc. that were from the relationship. Wanting to forget about it as quick as possible.

• Asked you to delete any photos or posts of you two from the relationship, politely. If you declined, it probably wouldn’t end well.

• Liu hadn’t really told you about the whole Creepypasta serial killer thing, so he wouldn’t have to worry about the hassle of getting rid of you.

• Got over the breakup in about 3 months, wants to be on good terms, but doesn’t think it’ll go well anyways.

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Bloody Painter ⪼

Helen is not a person to take cheating lightly. In fact, he does not tolerate it by ANY means. He’s a very hard person to read, but you could tell his true emotions behind that stoic and emotionless mask of his.

Headcanons ⪼

• He was surprisingly ‘calm’ during this whole situation. Though it was clear he just wanted to scream at the you and the stranger.

• Just like any other occasion, he showed no emotion. But you could tell just how pissed and hurt he was by this.

• Managed to hold in his emotions while telling you and the stranger to get out. Pure disappointment and hurt was evident in his voice as it cracked slightly.

• Had burned all paintings he had made of you over the course of the relationship. Along with deleting photos and your number.

• Once you started to try to get in contact with him, he blocked your number. The amount of calls and texts he was getting started to annoy him.

• Demanded for his hoodies, shirts, etc. back. Immediately washing them as soon as he got them. Though, he did keep one with your scent still on it

• He bottled up his emotions for a long time. Until he just broke down in front of Puppeteer. Puppeteer let him vent for as long as he needed, he knew that Helen needed this.

• It took Helen a bit longer to get over the break up, as his trust issues built up more. But Puppeteer and Dina helped him through it.

• Got with Dina a month or so after he got over the break up, is still with her currently.

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Ticci Toby ⪼

Toby never thought that, that would happen, but there he was standing in the hallway. Catching you and the stranger in the bedroom. You only just noticed him when you heard him tic, pushing the stranger off you.

Headcanons ⪼

• Toby’s emotions got the best of him. He was pissed, but mostly hurt at the same time. He basically screamed at the stranger to get out.

• Once you two were alone, you two argued, you mostly said excuses.

• After the break up, Toby went killing more than usual, needed to get his mind off things and to get his anger out.

• Sally helped distract him from it by playing tea party or dress up with him. Bloody Painter drew with Toby to distract him as well.

• Despite them helping him forget about it, he still was pretty bummed out about it. But eventually, over time, he got over the break up.

• He did the same as Helen and Liu, getting rid of photos, posts, etc. from the relationship.

• Washed the bedsheets and his clothes that you had worn in the past. He felt disgusted to even lay down in his own bed after catching what you had done with another man.

• Hasn’t gotten with another person since then. He’s still working on forgetting about it.

• Other creeps had helped him a lot, giving advice, helping him forget, or just helping in general. He’s healing really well, and has mostly forgotten about it.

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[headcanons-n-shit]

Hello

Your newest post reminded me i had an idea. The bois comforting wol who is having a nervous brakedown from all the stress. Bonus Ardbert.

I really like your stories. Especially the angsty ones.

(TAZ The Breakdown plays in the background)

(Mild shadowbringers spoilers)

Thancred literally (accidentally but still) disassociated so hard from the stress that he gave up his body to the bad guy for a bit. If anyone gets what youre going through, its probably going to be him. Hes not going to waste his time on empty platitudes: hes going to get you a glass of water, a warm blanket, and a hot meal, and let you cry it out on his shoulder for as long as you need to.

(And if that still doesnt help, well. Sex is still on the table. Its rarely a good idea, but hes all out of those.)

Urianger is probably breaking down with you lets be real. Every future my mans has ever read has included world-ending catastrophe, and, sure, youve thwarted it every time (usually with his help) but. What if this time you dont? What if this time you fail???? Its an unreasonable amount of stress for one man to be carrying. He probably does a fantastic amount of fantasy weed to cope and still all it takes is seeing you break down for him to also start blubber-crying.

Graha seems kind of detached and distant at first. "Shower water food" he commands you, in the voice of Lynas grandfather the Crystal Exarch, firm and uncompromising and impossible to disobey, and you might miss the way his voice and smile are strained. The way his hands clench and unclench at his sides. Hes never regretted turning back time to help you save two worlds, but. Its times like this that he wonders if he shouldnt try again to give you a happier ending.

Estinien is a firm hand on your shoulder, a steady shoulder to lean on, because he gets it. The feeling of being trapped in your own body, puppetted by powers so much greater than you can imagine, almost greater than you can comprehend... Youre breaking down for the both of you, honestly, because hes spent so long training the iron discipline to resist nidhoggs influence that he doesnt know how to anymore. This is. Cathartic. For the both of you tbh.

Aymeric wishes in this moment, more than anything, that he could just. Just be with you. Out on your journeys, giving you support by your side instead of from a distance. And he knows, he knows, that the support he gives you is important, that his ability to move nations in your favor has helped far more than any single sword at your side ever would. But he bears the weight of a nation while you bear the weight of a star, and that just. Doesnt seem fair to him.

Haurchefant knows that theres some things that hot chocolate cant fix but. Its a good starting place if nothing else. Something warm and sweet right now couldnt hurt, neither would a soft blanket and a roaring fire. He'll sit with you, bundled up together, and just listen if thats what you need. Or he can talk-- he has plenty of embarrassing stories about Artoirel that he hasnt shared yet. Either way, he'll happily help you wipe your tears away when youre done, and then drop a delicate kiss on your forehead.

Stand tall, he says. A smile better suits a hero.

Sidurgu is surprisingly good at this. Or, maybe not so surprising? Rielle is very mature for her age, but shes still a child. He probably does this whole song and dance every other week. And you feel a little bit like a child, the way he bullies you into the shower and then bundles you up in blankets and pushes food at you, but. Beneath the gruff words and scowl you can tell hes worried. Frustrated. This is exactly the kind of injustice that as a dark knight he swore he would fight, but hes just one man, there isnt much he can do about the desolation of the star. But he also needs you to know that he'll always be in your corner. Whether in this little way or if you need him to help you kill a god, he'll always come when you call.

BONUS

Ardbert has never felt so helpless in his life. He cant touch you, cant be a shoulder you can cry on. He cant even fetch you a glass of water. All he can do is stand there and watch as you break apart in your bed in the Pendants, and its. Its torture, worse than anything any ascian could ever conceive.

Still. He does what he can. And if all he can do is sit at your bedside, his hand hovering half-through yours in a mockery of touch while he tells you stories of his adventures, or friendship and triumph and happier times, well. Its the least he can do.

[trashcanpurpledragon]

Miss you more than my life

PART 2

Lab at Night 10:31 pm

Donnie felt uneasy, like something was bothering him. Of course there was that thing with y/n and him, he knew deep inside he had to apologize to them, but he also knew he was far too prideful to say something… 

When the both of you got married, he told them that his work consumed most of his time, most of his life…but even at this warning they did not want to step back…

“You think i don’t know that? I have been working by your side for a bunch of years know so yeah…i know how your life can be 95% work…but… if you let me, i want to be that 5% left and who knows? maybe i will gain more terrain over time!”

He smiled at the thought of you both that day when the decision was made, your smile wide and eyes filled with happy tears, memories of happier times.

"We are so childish. When the shift is over, I'm gonna compensate for everything. I’ll fix all this mess." He thought.

He start thinking in every posible route for that talk, but in every single path the result was the same. They were gonna talk, probably gonna start fighting, maybe start crying again…oh dear Einstein no tears, he’s weak when they start crying… but then he was gonna apologize because now he knows his pride is not worthy of losing them. Waking up to a empty bed, seeing them everyday in a cold silence, colder than the space outsite the earth, not talking…not kissing… 

Who would say that him, the great Donatello Hamato, the one that dislikes physical touch most of the time. Who is the one protecting the whole base, THE MOST INTELLIGENT LIVING BEING!...would miss the touch of his love…their arms… resting his head on their legs and sleeping even when he knew he had more important things to do than staying in his partner's lap.

But…

Nothing is more important than them.

The softshell looked at the clock on the panel on his wall.

1 am 

He then stare at his work between his hands, it was incomplete but if this works they way he wanted, this stupid machine was gonna give them a heads up everytime a Krang started getting closer. Also, it would scan the persons approaching the resistance…a few weeks ago Michel had come with concerning news.

Apparently he found two krang-zombies but…they were fearly awake, of course they were visibly covered with krang parasites and when they got closer, the krang-zombies started attacking the whole team. 

There were no fatalities but…also no information and that was the thing that annoy the softshell the most.

Leonardo ordered to be more careful to any krang-zombie, but that made him worry.

If the krangs were playing with the bodys that they were infecting…then anything can happen, of course, everybody knows that those creatures are smart enough to play with biological material…but they had never showed any interest in doing things like this.

“Maybe…they want us to help the sick and…” Said Michel but he could not end that sentence.

“And attack the hideouts without them knowing where we are…they are getting impatient” ended Leonardo with an angry face.

The krangs were starting to attack not only physically…but mentally too, attacking the hope of the ones that lost their friends and families by using puppets of them.

“If only they could see that his work was gonna save a lot of lifes that could be in risk because of those stupid 2.0 krang-zombies” said donnie with annoyance and then…he remembered what he was thinking to begin with…

His stupid brain that hiperfocuses in the logical things but left behind the rest, Michel had told him again and again that not everything was about numbers and logic, but if the world could be just like THAT, if not everyone in this dumb dumb world could focus more in the importance of logics, the point of doing the math first and seeing that his way is not as bad as everyone tries to make it look like…it was not his intention to hurt them…it’s just that, his work is way more important than…

…No…

Wait

No

Nothing is more important than them…the persons he loves…

Is just…he cannot help everyone if he is not working, if he was working instead of resting maybe he would have foresing that new move in the krang plans and be wary of them…if the Krang notice the reaction of their teams at his new toy they will start doing more of them and worse, they would be better that the one his little brother saw back then.

The resistance don’t need him to be sleeping, they need him working! Damn it! why nobody can see it?, He is the only one smart enough to look ahead of the Krangs movements, if he was not working…What was his purpose?...He NEEDED to be useful for the people…for his family…for his love. 

Donnie let out a big sigh and turned his gaze to the ceiling above him, once again he is making excuses for his behavior…AGAIN. He punched the table where he is working making everything on it jump or fall.

“Damn bro, what has that table done to you? Jeez you nearly broke whatever that thing is” Oh that voice, the voice of his nightmares most of the time.

“What do you want Nardo, it’s not a good time” answered Donnie, annoyed without even turning the chair to look at his twin entering his lab.

Donnie stared at the machine that he was working on, without thinking, with no need of paying any attention to it. He had at least half of the structure of his machine done, this thing may be the key for security of the whole base, and let them rest with ease at least for a few weeks…or a waste of time and resources.

“Hey, Don” Leonardo brought him back again to reality.

“WHAT?” He snapped at him but only then, they looked at each other’s eyes.

Leonardo looked tired, this whole war did a number on every living being, but to his brother, to him it destroyed him on different levels. He looked older than his real age, his chasm is now way bigger than Raph ever was and his eyes don’t shine as bright as before. Donatello would never admit it but… he missed that shine in his twin eyes. Is not that his twin stoped being annoying with his puns or behavior…it just that sometimes when he thinks nobody is watching…he can see his twin losing his light for a bit before masking again.

“I was not gonna put my nose in whatever is happening between you and your spouse but this–”

“Good, then don’t put your nose in my marital problems” cut his twin without looking, without stoping working.

“Jar jar, common Dee, you know that i would never–” once again, Donnie interrupted him.

“And then here you are, bothering…again”

His brother made a growl and proceeded to cross his arms over his chest. While Donnie continued building his thing, never stopping being useful even when his twin was bothering him.

“YOUR LOVE was crying a few hours ago” says Leo, and only with those few words he had Donnie standing from his chair and looking directly at him.

“Are they ok?! why were they crying? are they hurt? is there any problem? is–” Leonardo let out a little laugh, not with malice, the whole scene was just to “cute” for him. 

In front of him instead of the grumpy twin of his that probably was sulfuring about hundred problems at the same time, moving his hand faster than his brain could think, that just a few minutes ago was yelling at him for being annoying and all that stuff, now that very same turtle is looking at him with worry all over his face, any piece of anger that was there now was replaced, and that look made him smile. There were few moments in life when his brother showed this type of worry for someone outside the family.

“He is so in love for them” though Leonardo

The red eared slider took donnie by his shoulders, so he would shut up and be still for enough time for him to explain everything. “They are ok!, Calm down dude” 

Donnie visibly relaxed after these words, and just stared at his twin knowing that those words were not the last ones.

“As i was saying, i’m not trying to meddle in your marriage or anything but you need to understand that after you both got married, they also became part of our family, that means if YOU make them cry i have to act as a good brother-in-law and come here to give you a talk”

“That’s not what a brother-in-law does…also that’s not your duty as a leader?” donnie looked at his brother raising an eyebrown

“...Why you both keep saying that?” Leo said irritated but continued “yes BUT i’m doing this because you and the other dumb dumb are part of the family, ‘cause they are YOUR other half…and as twins your are my other half, so that makes this whole situation a problem that at least should be talked about between both of us.”

At these statement Donnie just look at his brother, his twin and gave him a small smile and resigned to lisening whatever was gonna say.

“Aaaaaaaand also i just saved your sorry ass of having a session with doctor feelings” 

“I hate doctor feelings” was the only answer donnie gave with a shiver making leo laugh a bit more

“Look, i know that whatever happened was your fault” at this statement donnie made a “Hey!” that Leo cut before it could grow more “come on, you know is AT LEAST half true.”

Donnie didn’t say a thing, giving Leo a point.

“I don’t care for details, really, if you don’t want to tell me is fine but i think you both really need to talk, because what they told me is… kinda of… um… not sure if sad is the correct word but i guess is the closest thing i can come with.” said Leo while scratching his head.

“Did… did they say anything to you?” Donnie's voice was so small, almost afraid to know the answer but concerned enough to search for it “are they mad?”

“I will not tell you what exactly they said but… i can tell you that they are sad in a way that they are starting to have thoughts that will be a problem later if you both don’t fix this soon”

Donnie didn’t say anything so leo continued “Look, i know you love them, god knows that you are happy by their side. We, as your family, know your way of love, but sometimes you can be kind of… rude. You try to do all things on your own, even when we have told you before that you don’t need to be working 24/7… yes… we are at war and is… all of this is just bullshit… and that probably without you we would be far worse than we are now,  but you also need to rest and enjoy your partner while you can… since this war can take everything we love…”

The brothers look at each other, pain all over their faces, different kinds of pain; one of fear to run the same luck as his twin, the other with the pain of someone that lives with regret.

“I know you miss L/L too…” Donnie tried saying in an attempt to soothe his twin’s old pain.

“We are not talking about them or me for the matter” leo said with a hard voice and gave a big sigh “i’m just saying that you should try and talk”

“I…I know that” 

Both brothers stayed silent for a bunch of minutes before Leonardo broke it.

“Have you slept at all?” questioned 

“Scoff, as if i had the time. I’m working in something for the 2.0 Krang-zombies” answered Donnie looking at the table were his invention was laying…half build, half operational.

“And what that thing is? It looks like that killer robot from the movie of weird small dolls with numbers on their backs” start saying Leo getting closer and looking at the piece “yeah! that one that made Raph and Mikey had nightmare for like a whole week or so”

Donnie looked as his twin perplexed, he did not know what surprised him more: the fact of Leo remembering a movie that they watched when they were like 6 or the fact of Leo remembering ONE SINGLE  CHARACTER of a 2009 movie that they watched only once.

“When i finish it” Donnie started to say, ignoring the question “it will help us scan the persons entering our safe zone and keeping and eye out for the krangs getting close”

“Scan the persons?” asked Leo looking at his brother 

“I build it for the 2.0 Krang-zombies as i just told you, do you ever listen to me?”

“Yeah but you usually made things in the computer, like programs and all that stuff. It has been a while since you actually build something outsite the cars or something for the base” said Leo “The krang-pupets also put you alert?”

“Krang…puppets?” he could not be serius

“yeah, the troups haven’t seen one since Mikey, but we are all wary…The fact that they still could talk and Mikey could not heal them…”

“Yeah…”

But before Donnie could say anything Leo spoke

“Let’s go”

The softshell look at him confused “Go were?”

“To the communication room, it’s like 4 and half or so” 

“What? No, it’s around 2 am, I looked a few minutes ago and–” it was in fact 4:43 am, he had been working so much that lost the notion of time “It’s 4:41…but what’s the use of going? They are probably working and waiting for their shift to end”

“You my brother, are ZERO romantic” Leo smiled at the annoyed face of his twin “Their shift ends at 6am right? Then you both could crack a few lines and have a smooth beginning when you see each other face to face”

They look at each other…and then “Tired sigh…Fine” 

Leo smiled at his victory and both of them started walking, talking about stupid things Leo wanted him to say over the com that OF COURSE he would never say, because 

a) It was impractical

b) It was stupid

c) He was not gonna give Leonardo another victory

and most importantly!

d) He was gonna say it in private with Y/N and only with them alone

“Common Dee! what’s the worst that could happen? It’s not a matter of life and death, they are literally at the door” questioned a very happy Leonardo

“Says the turtle that hates doing guarding shifts” answered a very annoyed Donatello.

“I hate being still, anyways they have the safest jobs today. It’s fine”

And even at this words, Donatello was still feeling uneasy. They arrived at the central com and looked at the time in the clock on the wall.

4:58 am

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Editor’s note: I was promised two drawings in exchange for correcting any mistranslation or errors on this fanfic. Sorry if I missed any.  Enjoy your sad turtles.

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[oneshotnewbie]

Can I request Spencer Hastings x Reader where A actually made Spencer hurt someone while being at the dollhouse where she is covered in blood and it's Reader? At the hospital Aria sees that Reader gets stitched up because she is having a deep cut from a knife and tells the other when she goes to Spencer's room? Spencer is all worried because you changed since then and are all quite and not that bubbly she used to know you and she also knows that A took all the anger out of Reader and she had to take the most shit because A thinks that Reader is the weakest member of the girls squad? At home Reader doesn't want to talk to Spencer or the girls at all until Spencer is all messed up on her door and crying her eyes out because she remembers what happens? Angst and fluff please???!

⚠️Trigger warning! ⚠️ This one-shot includes the topic of kidnapping, blood, stabbing/cutting wounds. These plots are presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

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Two months. Your friends and you had struggled to survive for two whole months.

A had played games with you, tortured, despised and treated you as puppets. Asking so much mentally that you all didn't even know what you should feel after your, almost failed, escape. At least not you.

You didn't know how you could ever be around your best friends again after A urged you to shock them, choose who was next to play his sick game and who wasn't allowed to get water for the next few days. But apparently they had taken out their desperation on you too; you didn't get anything to drink or eat for days. A even managed to bring Spencer to hurt you.

And now you were out of the underground hell and had no idea what to do next and how you should behave towards Spencer. She apparently had no idea about the night when you woke up on her bedroom floor, your best friend attacking you like a fury and hurting you; A had probably put her on some kind of drug.

But you escaped the chaos thanks to Alison and were now in the hospital for observation according to the circumstances and the lack of nutrients. Mentally you had suffered a lot and it was not easy for all of you to return to a regular life but you knew that somehow, the girls would get through it.

While the others had probably gathered to talk about what had happened, you were bound to your bed and frankly you were glad for it. Standing across from Spencer would be too uncomfortable for you at the moment.

You looked at the ceiling with your lackluster eyes while you gave the doctor the time to sew up the last few inches of your abdominal wound, not really listening to him or the words that came out of his mouth- Your thoughts completely wandering off.

They were repeatedly disturbed by a gentle drop of the liquid flowing to your vein and it was unbearable for you to hear this noise, it brought you back to the place where you didn't hear anything else except the ticking clock in your supposedly own room.

With a violent pull, the door to your room opened with a loud squeak and you jumped up before you let yourself fall back onto the couch with a wrinkled nose, a pained face and tightly closed eyes.

"I´m sorry. I did not know-eh." the short brunette stuttered as she stood in the doorway and looked at you in shock. Staring eyes and an open mouth embraced the long cut on your stomach, which stretched sideways to your navel.

A little embarrassed, you pulled the piece of cloth you were wearing over the doctor´s hands to uselessly hide the cut - she´d already seen it anyway. The old man in front of you stopped in his movements and put the instruments he had a hold of in his hands aside before turning to Aria. "I am asking you to leave. We´re in the middle of a treatment."

She nodded quickly apologized before she took a few steps back, still confused without further speaking, and the door clicked shut with a soft click.

You actually intended to keep it a secret from your friends, but you knew that as soon as Aria entered the other girls room, she would tell them what she had seen and you had no chance to talk your way out of it.

And then the whole truth would come out.

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Confused by the imagine she had of her best friend and the huge gap on her abdomen a few seconds ago, the little brunette walked quickly down the hospital corridor to get to Spencer´s room where they all wanted to meet up.

She had not learned anything from just now and threw herself against the heavy door to open it, also without knocking first, and now stood in the entrance of the bare room. Three tired and lost pairs of eyes settled on her and surveyed the enraged statue, which stood in front of them with a wide open mouth.

Completely isolated in her thoughts, Aria sat down on one of the chairs that Emily had already placed in front of Spencer´s bed and fumbled around with her fingers. She bit her lip bloody from sheer worry and not knowing when the deep and long cut on your stomach was made and who was responsible for it, but one thing was clear; if she found out who A was, she would kill him for the pain that person had caused you and the others.

"Earth to Aria.. are you okay?" Hanna tore her out of her thoughts and gently nudged the smallest of the pack. Now Spencer and Emily, who were talking wildly earlier, had stopped and looked eagerly at the brunette. "Yes.. no. I´m okay but Y/n is not."

"What about her? Have you seen her?" Spencer abruptly intervened in the conversation, sitting up from her laying position. Her voice had lost it´s tone, was hoarse and low, even though she had just sounded perfectly normal not too long ago. "What happened?"

"I went to check on her because I was worried and then I saw how she was being treated." Aria quietly informed her friends as she cleared her throat and started playing with her fingernails. "She has a huge cut on her stomach. Something happened to her down there and she has not told us anything."

Shocked looks turned to the youngest of the group and she pushed back in the chair. Crossing her legs and arms, Aria looked back and forth between the girls and caught on to Spencer. She could clearly see the brunettes pulse in the main artery of her neck, the trembling of her dilated pupils surrounded by nervousness.

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The situation between Spencer and you lay like a stone on the brunettes heart. Through therapy sessions with Sullivan, she had managed to partially bring her memories back to the fore.

The person she did this to was still fuzzy but it must have been you; the wound Aria had told her about matching where the blade in her hand pierced through the body beneath her. She had felt it was you. Of that she was sure.

But you remained silent about this situation as if this event had not happened in your reality. A week had passed in which you were discharged from the hospital with a whole medicine cabinet. Since then, you had been holed up in your room at your family home with no communication to Spencer.

Calls and messages flooded your phone, even literally exploding it with requests about getting in touch with her; at least let her know how you are doing. But she never got a single answer and your chat remained empty from your side.

The paths to your front door were softly lit as she walked through them. Flares were placed to the right and left of the pacing stone and illuminated the entire flower-planet front yard. The sprinkler system whirred next to her as she took one step after the other.

On the way here, she had given herself a motivational speech, but it disappeared with ever step she took.

Reaching the mahogany-like doors, she stood motionless and still on the patio. Her heart raced as she exhaled shakily and began pounding on them. It was a cooler evening, one of the firsts when she thought about it, and it had been too cold to wear a loose shirt. Spencer would have preferred a sweater, but that was of secondary importance.

As she waited, her mind filled with a bitter emptiness. She was terrified of a confrontation with you, but it would help her understand how you were feeling and how she could make amends. If anything. The brunette wanted to be pragmatic- the most efficient way to get a satisfactory answer.

Slow footsteps sounded on the other side of the door and she thumped heavily when she heard your faint voice in the distance. She huffed and ran a hand over her long brown hair before the door opened abruptly, revealing your pale and tired features under the hood of your white hoodie.

"Y/n.." she spoke cautiously and did not dare to look at you any further. She could see the pain you were in and Spencer felt even more guilty than before. She cleared her throat, nervously pulling her hands to strap of her bag that slung over her shoulder. "Before you slam the door in my face, listen to me. Please,"

You remained silent, disbelieving who you had in front of you.

Spencer could judge by your body language that you were more than just uncomfortable. All muscles tensed in your thighs through the dark blue ripped jeans you were wearing, your hands were tucked deep in the kangaroo pocket of your hoodie and yet she could tell you were fiddling with your fingernails nervously.

Without saying a word, you moved to the side and let her into the house. As she passed thankfully with pleading eyes, she breathed in deeply the floral perfume you were wearing. Spencer missed your closeness and your warmth towards her so much that she clung to every breadcrumb that was given to her in that moment.

"Are you home alone?" she asked in irritation as she was enveloped in the silence of the walls and saw only the flickering TV in the living room. You nodded firmly, your hands mostly tucked into your sleeves and positioned in front of your body. "My parents flew to Paris"

"And left you alone after you went through hell?!"

"What do you want, Spencer?" you shouted angrily and turned your head to her with a rigid expression. Your sudden explosion let her loosen from her rigidity before she stared at you with wide eyes and you thought you saw fear flicker in her eyes for a brief moment. "I do not think you came here to judge my parents."

The mood was strange. Cold, distant and restless. The unspoken swelled between the two of you. Sadness and fear burned in your chest while your best friend had a tiny spark of hope that she was trying to weave into normal conversation.

Motionless, the addressed person sat in front of you, looked deep into your pain-piercing eyes while tears stung hers. Spencer's heart was pounding deep in her chest and it had probably reached it´s highest point now. It pounded in her head, throat, abdomen and paralyzed her. It was indescribable.

The brunette swallowed hard and took a deep breath. She rested her elbows on the marble area and buried her head in her hands before rubbing across her nose. Very sheepishly with a shaky voice, she continued. "I know what I did. I remember."

Beside her you gasped and bit your lip, she could not quite identify the emotion she saw in your eyes. Where before there had been a coldness and severity, she now found something else. "W-what?" you said cautiously in a cracked voice.

Spencer kept shifting nervously on the bar stool, her hands alternately clawing at her pants, the counter in front of her or the disappeared back to the shoulder bag. "Just go now, Spencer. Please-I," you spoke suddenly, breaking her train of thought.

You ran a hand through your tousled hair nervously. "Y/n," she cut you off sharpy and your chest tightened. You found it difficult to breathe.

Spencer took another breath, ready to either explain or,what you thought was, more likely an apology. But she did not get around to it; you continued in a loud raging voice. "Do you actually know what I had to go through when you fucking came at me like a madman?"

You practically yelled at her, your voice already hoarse. You saw in your veil of tears how the older one flinched and her shoulders wandered to her ears. Nevertheless, she did not break her deep gaze, but got caught in your teary eyes. They had darkened. "Or how it felt to look into my best friend´s eyes, begging her not to do it while the knife was already penetrating my skin?"

The brunette felt like she was a little kid again. When she smashed the window with the hockey ball and was getting the lecture of the century from her parents. However, she would not end up in your comforting arms after she shed the first tears. You would not reassuringly run your fingers through her hair or insist that it was just glass and could easily be replaced.

No, this situation went much deeper.

Spencer opened her mouth that suddenly dried out. Tears streamed down her face in unison with yours and she let her eyes roam over you again. "I am so sorry.." she could not pronounce it, her throat tightening with every word. "I could never hurt you. A did something to me and that monster was not me. It is not me. I love you."

The leadership she took at the moment, trying to explain her actions, distracted from your troubled insides. You could not completely turn off your heart and the thoughts of the past hours and days.

Still, you knew her words were serious and she was genuinely sorry. It broke your heart to see her so upset. She too was under the influence of drugs that A had given her to commit the crime. You exhaled loudly and just looked at her, could not keep your mind from racing.

Slowly, you circled the counter and stepped carefully to her side. Your fingertips gently touched her cold, trembling and bare forearm. Spencer reacted to the touch she thought was impossible immediately and looked at you. A positive feeling flowed through her and she laid her head at the level of your belly button. You flinched at the pain, but swallowed it to keep her close.

You cupped her sticky, sweaty fingers and intertwined them with yours. Indescribable affection went through the brunette and she drew herself closer to the person who understood her so well. Who went through this hard time with her and who would master recovery together.

Relief flowed through the eldest, you could see it in her face which showed the corners of her mouth far raised. She knew that she still had a rough road with you ahead and that she had to help you to trust her completely again. Above all, you needed someone to overcome the nightmare and the anxiety.

But most of the ballast had fallen off her. A decisive step in the right direction.

[warsamongthestars]

VERSUS... PART 1

Let's get some PVP in here, yeah? Let's start a Bad Batch Arena.

Our first contestants are Hunter and Hunter and Hunter, Echo and Echo and Echo, and Crosshair and Crosshair and Crosshair.

Tech, Wrecker and potentially more, will come at a later time.

LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!

HUNTER vs HUNTER vs HUNTER

TBB Hunter is set up to be the stoic, quiet leader type of the Bad Batch, the one who is meant to do the right thing and keep people safe in hard situations, as well as being brother to his squad and father to Omega...

Actually Portrayed TBB Hunter, is a stick in the mud (or stick up his ass, take your pick) single-minded bit of a control freak with hypocritical values, has no emotions beyond "worry about Omega", "the Mission", "yell at family members for reasons", "Paranoia", "Overly Dramatic Looks of Stoicism" with a dash of "Cardboard Cutout Writer's Hang-On"; and not only has zero communication skills as a character, but also has zero communications skills in his scripting, with no other reason beyond "He's got to be Our version Hero Guy at all costs and the Hero guy rescues the Star Kid... but only when its the most dramatic" (Effectively making him even bad at the thing he's written to be). I'm pretty certain the only reason he has never been written to be confronted (by anyone except the "bad" guys and the bad guys) for any of his actions, reasonings (or hell, even had a plain ordinary conversation), is because the moment he is, the spell will be broken and he will revert to a rock with a bandana and googly eyes glued on, and will forever after, have to be pulled along on missions by a tied on string. TBB Hunter has to make a lot of idiotic, semi-obessive and non-confrontational choices for any TBB story to work as it does now, to the point where he comes off as a paper puppet on an ice cream stick, than a character that is capable of basic conversation and meaningful communication with other characters, and has values and backstory. As it were, he si regulated to "Father figure" to Omega, and as I've pointed out in one post, he's not even good at that without coming off as being absolutely terrible.

TCWs Hunter is a mix between compulsively sarcastic, deadly thrill seeker, and anxious sensitive guy. He can either brush off all situations and conflicts with snark, or he will utterly shut down from the stress of it all, coming off as a Sergeant in-name only (Probably only promoted to such, because in comparison to his brothers, he is the quiet one that doesn't cause trouble and someone had to Officially lead the Troublemakers in the paperwork). This goes out the window the moment he has a chance to do something that gets his blood up--such as skydiving without a parachute. This is contrasted immediately by the fact that he hates enclosed spaces, or going into traps. (Though he will never say it up front) He does not talk about himself if he can avoid it, but will promote and snark at his brothers from here to back, though obviously nobody takes his snark seriously (and he is, in fact, seriously proud of his brothers--and won't take lip from anyone against them, even if Crosshair stirs up shit, Hunter will step in to defend him first). His attempts to be dramatic come off as cringe fail (cos bet you credits he's secretly a dork), as any kind of authentic emotions towards strangers is an awkward affair. [ See his bad, but successful, attempt to invite Echo onto the team ] This Hunter is far more playful, and far more willing to play around; and most of his attitude implies that, behind closed doors with the rest of CF99, he's literally just one of the guys, and is just as hurt and lost as the rest of CF99 when it comes to dealing with regular clones--and only acts as a leader to avoid Regs coming over and yelling at them.

( Unfortunately for the fandom writers, all three Hunters seem to totally lack the enhancement / mutation TCWs Tech claims he has, as even in TBB, there is never a point where it gets explored or even used in any meaningful way )

Overall, TBB Hunter comes off as a character who only shallowly is related to TCWs Hunter, as their attitudes couldn't be more different. If I had to make a observation as to why, its because they kept trying to turn TBB Hunter into Early Season TCWs Rex, and then had to be repeatedly reminded that they weren't, in fact, writing Captain Rex.

TBB Hunter and TCWs Hunter are not only different characters, they're not even in the same space ball park with each other. TBB Hunter can't even follow the setup that TBB Hunter is meant to have, some how turning the concept, the written and the past version into three entirely different characters who at no point ever connect with one another. THe only way they're even seemingly related is because they look like each other and are voiced by the same guy, but we have an entire Clone Army of nothing but that, so I don't honestly know how the writers could've fucked this character up so badly.

ECHO VS ECHO VS ECHO

TBB Echo is set up to be the connection between TCWs and TBB, and finally, be a main character beyond a familiar audience surrogate for clones. He has gotten a good TBB redesign (with OG Trilogy reference), and post-episode 1, has the set to be the lancer to Hunter's hero, when he's not paired up with Tech as the two smart guys.

Actual TBB Echo is a bitchy side-piece no nonsense tough guy, who doesn't do anything much meaningful (that isn't about the donut steel OC), and has been regulated to the guy everyone tells to shut up. Episodes that would be perfect to explore Echo as a grown and changed character, with years of history and fandom meaning, often bypass Echo entirely in favor of the shallow mission of the week. Moments that would serve to explore Echo as both main character and former TCWs character, are mere one sentence mentioned that get little more emotional impact than asking about the local weather. His only significant contribution is magically leaving at the end of one episode for Reasons that are never explored before, beyond his typical tough guy whining (and even then, it wouldn't be called a conversation, let alone communication with character or audience), and having magical off screen adventures with the group of clones we would've been better off watching instead. Only to be copy and pasted back into the series when the writers realize that they really have fucked up trying to portray the the BBs as anything but failed characters, and really need a badass to do something, and came up with the excuse that absence means a character went from level 15 to level 100 in Skyrim game logic. This Echo is just a series of STar Wars references wrapped in a poorly made breakfast burrito with only vague hints of character brushed up on and then vanishing into the wind to never been seen from again. There were attempts to lighly explore both his disabilities, his new abilities and the implied PTSD he suffers, but these are dropped in favor of giving him the "I must go my planet needs me" treatment, dropping any potential conflict or character nuance or new character challenge, and completely forgetting that he's supposed to be a main character anyway.

TCWs Echo is a guy who tends to repeat orders (hence the name, Echo) that other people already know, makes puns and has humor during stressful situations (like being in the process of being shot at), has no problems jumping command as a cadet to personally request transfer (the lion, the witch, and the audacity of this bitch)... and Yet reads the GAR regulations as a pass time (though all his prior actions show that this probably less to do with being a rules follower, and more akin to being a rules lawyer in order to see what he can arguably get away with ). He's a strategist as claimed, as there are plenty of instances in his portrayal where he does contribute strategically [ see the Rishi Moon Base episode and Battle of Kamino ] He has an military officer like composure, but he's not afraid to fight a bitch (and in fact will probably be the first one who throws a punch). In the midst of deadly situations, he'll be the one with a sense of humor. His use of humor and his anxious need to repeat orders, suggests an underlying high strung nature (that is even explained a bit in in the uncut and original Bad Batch episodes, as he's the kind of guy who can't let things lie). He'll state things firmly, but not aggressively, and he isn't one to have a temper, even when all doubt has been placed on him. Never mistake his composure for ease. TCWs Echo has had several years as a character, experiencing episodes as both main character and b-plot character, with plenty of implied unseen adventures (such surviving the second campaign of geonosis), who has a strong subtle care for brothers both living and lost (his first episode after Rishi and Cadets shows that he stuck a sticker of Hevy's, his late squademate, favorite weapon on his armor).

Over all, the Portrayed TBB Echo and TCWs Echo are total opposites as characters, as TCWs Echo doesn't bitch and doesn't lose his cool and would have definitely marched up and decked someone in the face if he disagreed with them. Only now he has a drill for an arm, and its drill baby drill time!

And would have definitely, fucking definitely, had Done Something, Portrayed Something, Painted Something, on his armor, to remember Fives.

Over all TBB Echo is a failure to make him a main character, even to his own series, as he fails to have any significant character progression or exploration, and is forever regulated to either side-piece or the mystical super secret sixth green power ranger only to be brought out for filler movies.

The only saving grace I'd take outta TBB ECho is that his armor is fucking cool, and I have to admit that's one of the few aspects from TBB I am extremely fond of.

CROSSHAIR VS CROSSHAIR VS CROSSHAIR

TBB Crosshair is portrayed to be the jerk and the fallen brother, the one who follows the bad guys and believes in their values, to the cost of the rest of his squad, and this continues as a conflict throughout his character.

And actually Portrayed TBB Crosshair is pretty good at following that set up all the way through. From fall, to misery to redemption, TBB Crosshair pretty much fuses his set up and his portrayal as a well rounded character who achieves what he is written to do, and would arguably be one of TBB's writing successes. ... Unfortunately, it comes at the cost of TCWs written plotlines and general world-build nuances, like the DM forgot half the Lore two years into the campaign, and the writing only works if you drop those nuances without any exploration or thought, making it seem like his character arc would've been better if he hadn't been written as a clone in the first place... but if that ended up being the case, it would've just been another rehash of Darth Vader. When placed against his other brothers, the squadmates and characters he has betrayed, he comes off as the most 3D character dealing with 2D carboard cutouts, but even he is weak to resist the power of the super duper donut steel mary sue, and "accepts" that all the things he did when he was drugged must be clearly his fault and not the fault of the Imperialists who spiked his drink and starved him.

TCWs Crosshair is a quiet, cuttingly sarcastic and very prideful man, who strives to press the buttons of those he doesn't like--and he tends to not like someone on sight. But unlike typical assholes, when he presses a button, its usually a button that is actually there and beholds some inherent (if harsh and bitter) truth to the character or situation he's observing, though often this is pressed as insultingly as possible. He mostly goes after tough "Reg" characters (whom he definitely detests on sight), but will avoid antagonizing those people who do prove that they care through action (such as the medic Kix, or Commander Cody). When he presses on a character with his cold keen observations, he's often backed up by the rest of the Bad Batch, suggesting that when he does these things--the rest of them do agree with him, even if they don't voice it or press on like he does. A few scenes of this suggest that Crosshair is, in fact, implied to be the second in command of the Bad Batch and probably would've been the Leader, through keen observation, confidence and his attitude of being constantly in control of situations-- if it wasn't for the fact that he's a real asshole to everyone but his squad. Unlike the rest of the Bad Batch, Crosshair is, in fact, shown to have an empathy streak in ironic contrast to his normal cold-hearted (and very face-punchable) demeanor. He's the first to inform that Commander Cody still cannot be moved after having an entire ship land on him like the wicked witch, and is the first to physically assure (and even watch over) a recently rescued Echo right after Captain Rex. Inspite of this empathy streak, Crosshair seems incapable of saying anything outright positive, as a contrast to TCWs Hunter who will praise his team and teammates over himself; though Crosshair is the only one that Hunter will absolutely not snark at (Probably both out of respect and likely because nobody wins sarcasm against Crosshair--the man is a marathon runner of the sarcastic streak) ( Out of the whole of the Batch, in their series of contrasts and parallels, Crosshair was probably trusting of Echo's intentions versus Hunter and Tech's distrust... This is just speculation however ) Crosshair, akin to Hunter, does have a playful streak in that he keeps a count of his droid kills in competition to Wrecker's, with snarky teasing.

The major difference between TBB Crosshair and TCWs Crosshair, is that TCWs Crosshair isn't an unobservant idiot.

Yes, that's a damn shame to call TBB Crosshair, who has the best written story of TBB, but any conversation with TBB Crosshair comes off as talking to a brick wall. He is asked intelligent questions and given intelligent observations, but the writing is determined to keep TBB Crosshair as the bad guy or redeemed from evil inspite of the fact that it also keeps trying to have the world build nuance of being drugged and brainwashed into a intergalactic all powerful empire with magic powers and super technology, and this makes his story rather oddly liminal.

Meanwhile, TCWs Crosshair is so full of intelligent and keen observations, even though he's such a dick about it, that he could've probably out-observed his own chip.

Which makes me truely believe that the only reason that TBB Crosshair was written to be controlled by his chip, and then to be victim blamed by the narrative to accept the consequences of being mind controlled and brainwashed into evil action--was that TBB was punishing the character concept of Crosshair for being written as a dick, and as any children's show will tell you, the jerks must always be evil.

TCWs Crosshair, bottom line, is a guy who never believed in loyalty to the cause, because by his proven empathy streak, he was always loyal to people first--and he criticized those who put the cause above other people.

Meanwhile, TBB Crosshair was the kind of guy who only believed in the caused, and has to be kicked around to believe in people.

Like Echo, TCWs Crosshair and TBB Crosshair are total opposites by their values, though they share similar attitudes, and are total opposites by their capacity for observation (TCWs Crosshair observed and learned quick, where TBB Crosshair had to have several people dead before he realized something was up--a trait that TCWs Crosshair would've never needed).

ROUND ONE, OVER!

[fanficsforheartandsoul]

Not One of Us | Daryl Dixon x Zombie!M!Reader | Imagine #2

Note: Another one of my random brain blurbs that came to me at midnight and that might turn into a series one day. This is another 2nd POV because I'm trying to get more comfortable with it but it's honestly still unfamiliar for me and I might not ever get used to it...  Also, the whole zombie thing doesn’t really make sense with the canon of TWD but I honestly don’t give a shit :3 Additionally, this is set at the end of the Prison timeline and the reader has blue eyes to signify his “zombie-ness”.

This piece isn’t proofread sorry.

Fandom: The Walking Dead

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Warnings: Gore, Angst, Death, Violence

Summary: Y/N is ambushed alongside Hershel and Michonne and taken hostage. This leads to the sudden reveal of the secret he has kept hidden for so long. 

Word count: 4,117

Masterlist  

It happened unexpectedly.

To tell the truth, you weren’t as vigilant as usual, most likely due to Michonne’s presence.

The woman was like an anchor, not just for Rick and Carl but for you as well. So you let your guard down and you didn’t take your Kevlar with you to protect your head from any unwanted contact. 

You ended up regretting it. Deeply.

Although you heard something snap behind you, you weren’t fast enough to turn and one hit to the back of your head and you crumbled like a puppet. And due to your nature, you stayed unconscious for quite a while...

"...take the fucker's mask off."

You blinked slowly, your eyes had yet to regain focus. You were laying on your side, your hands tied behind your back, facing the wall of what seemed to be an RV or something.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. His whole face is badly scarred from an accidental fire. It's unsightly."

You didn’t recognize the first voice, but the second one belonged to Hershel and it didn't take you long to figure out what the two men were talking about.

Hershel's words echoed the ones you had told your friends months ago when you had tried to tell them a plausible reason to why you would never take off your black balaclava in their presence.

The fact that the old man was trying to protect your privacy warmed your heart. But it was not enough to make your anxiety disappear.

"Really? How bad can it be?"

You heard someone shuffle closer and your back tensed. You didn't know if you could stop the stranger if he wanted to unmask you. 

Your limbs still felt weak and your arms were restricted so the worst case scenario would be that the secret you had hidden for so long would be exposed. What would come after that... You had thought about it enough to know that it was probably a bullet in your forehead.

"It's really horrible, we saw it once and three of us threw up."

"You really don't want to see that" another familiar voice added.

Relief washed over you in waves. Not only because the stranger seemed to be deterred by Hershel’s words but also because Michonne was here with you. They didn't seem hurt based on Michonne's calm tone. 

This fact gave you the opportunity to think about what to do next.

Listening closely to any movement, you contemplated about what happened.

If your brain didn’t deceive you, you were ambushed by the Governor. 

The hit to your head knocked you out cold but you didn’t know for how long. The fact that you could’ve died if the hit was just a bit harder wasn’t something you could easily forget. 

It just reminded you that you should never again walk around without your helmet no matter how ridiculous it looked according to the others.

Good thing you didn’t have to worry about the heat or cold anymore.

Someone opened the door to the RV and you tried to relax to make it appear as if you were still unconscious.

“What are you doing in here?”, asked the newly arrived man and you bared your teeth.

It was indeed the Governor.

“I-I was just checking on the prisoners”, answered the other man and based on his nervous voice you guessed that he had to be pretty young.

“Go wait outside.”

You heard shuffling and the click of the RV door told you that you three were now alone with that bastard of a man. Your shouldres tensed again. If he hurt your family...

Michonne was thinking the same thing but she restrained herself from lunging at the man before her. Her hands were tied and she didn’t have any weapon. Her anger was currently unhelpful, so she tried her best to ground herself.

She watched the man with the eye patch before her closely as he tilted his body to check you out. 

When your capturers pushed you into the AV, she had to watch how they roughly dumped your body on the bed.

The fact that they had to carry your limp body throughout their treck towards the RV and how they manhandled you like a dead person scared her. 

It didn’t seem normal that you were unconscious for that long. This combined with your insistence of wearing that military helmet all day long made her question if you had known that this could happen if you were hit on the head.

Her thoughts turned even more anxious but she ignored it. There was nothing that she could do in her current state.

“I see he’s still out cold.”

Hershel visibly frowned and she clenched her hands into fists.

“You hit him quite hard.” 

The tone of the old man next to her was neutral but his eyes showed disapproval and she knew that the doctor of their community was worried about your state as well. If he could he would be by your side right now, checking for any damage at the back of your head. 

Philip Blake barely acknowledged his words. Instead he grabbed something in his pocket and presented it to them.

“You should eat. It’s gonna be a long day”

She took the food ration without thanking him and he turned away and continued to talk:

“Nobody’s gonna hurt you.”

Michonne almost snorted but she held herself back, now was not the time to be antagonistic towards the man who captured them. Hershel would do the talking and hopefully they would come to an agreement.

“I’m sorry but I can’t believe that. What you did with Y/N... You already hurt him.”

The Governor sat on the couch and rifled through the first aid-kit there.

“That was a necessary act. He’s too skilled. We didn’t want him to start a fight.”

Michonne knew he was right. You would’ve found an opportunity to attack during the treck to the RV and it probably wouldn’t have ended well.

In the back of the van, you were burning with anger. 

When I get out of these cuffs...

But the opportunity didn’t come.

-

They took Michonne, Hershel and you to the prison. Not together however, they knew it was safer to keep you separated. They dragged you out of the RV first and you couldn’t speak to your friends.

Just a quick “You okay?” from Michonne when she saw that you were awake when they dragged you away and you responded with a nod, that was all that you could exchange before you got shoved out of the RV. 

They led you to a blue truck and forced you into the backseat. Your hands were still tied behind your back so you leaned forward as if you were in pain. 

“Are we going to the prison?” you asked the driver though you knew the answer already.

“Don’t fucking talk to me!” was his response and the man tapped his pistol on the steering wheel. He seemed nervous. Like you.

You knew what the Governor’s goal was. And you had the bad feeling that not all of you would make it out alive.

With growing anxiety you watched how Michonne and Hershel were led out of the RV and to the back of a red car. 

You didn’t know if you would survive until the next day but one thing was for sure, you would protect your family. 

And hey, you already died once, right? How bad could the second turn be?

-

When you arrived at the prison, the cars lined up next to the tank and you had to watch helplessly how they shot a round at the building from the M60 Patton. 

The fact that these bastards were using military property against your friends and your base made you grind your teeth in anger.

The explosion of the tank’s main gun’s cartridge interrupted Daryl’s and Rick’s talk with Tyreese inside of the prison and the three of them hurried outside to see what the hell was going on.

They met the others whose eyes were already fixed on the six cars that flanked the tank, on which Philip Blake, the Governor was standing. 

Daryl registered in the back of his head that neither you nor Michonne were present. But his focus snapped back to man with the eyepatch who was calling for Rick.

He glanced at his friend at whom he had been angry just a few hours before, but now he trusted him to solve this. The man always knew how to fix things. And if he didn’t, Daryl was there to help him to clean up the aftermath.

He shielded his eyes against the sun to check out the men and women who stood opposite of their prison fence. 

All of them held weapons in their hands and he wasn’t the only one who knew that luck wasn’t particularly on their side.

“It’s not up to me!”, Rick shouted, “there’s a council now! They run this place!”

The Governor’s response made Daryl’s stomach drop. And the sharp inhale of the Greene sisters signalled him that they were definitely at a disadvantage now.

One of the Governor’s followers, a woman stepped towards a red car and lead the doctor of their community towards the front of the tank where she made the old man kneel.

“What about Michonne?” the Governor taunted and Daryl could feel the anger pulsating from Rick beside him when the woman who had become like a mother to Carl was led out of the car, her hands tied behind her back. 

She got shoved to the ground next to Hershel.

Rick opened his mouth and almost at the same time as the Governor he spoke:

“I don’t make decisions anymore!”

“And what about fucking Y/N L/N?”

Daryl’s breath stopped for a second when he saw how a man forced you out of a blue truck and dragged you next to Hershel. 

You still wore your dark green cargo pants combined with the black combat shirt that you wore a few days ago and your face was still hidden by the black balaclava. You didn't seem to have any visible injuries but that didn't stop Daryl's chest from constricting.

You got shoved to the ground, Hershel knelt next to you and he appeared to ask you something. 

Of course, they were too far away to hear anything but the man behind you kicked you and you toppled over. Michonne leaned towards you but the woman behind her grabbed her to stop her from moving and you ended up getting dragged into an upright position again by the fucker who hurt you just seconds before.

Daryl stepped up to the fence but Rick held up his hand. Their eyes met and the other nodded slowly.

The archer breathed in deeply. There was nothing he could do right now, he had to leave it to Rick. He mimicked the gesture and his eyes didn’t leave your form while Rick turned towards his son and mumured a few words.

Then he walked towards the fence and Daryl helped him open the gate that separated the court from the field with the outer fence.

All eyes were on Rick as he slowly made his way down to the fence line.

You watched him as well with clenched fists. But your eyes wandered behind him and you found Daryl’s form immediately. He seemed to watch you too but he was too far away to actually tell though.

The archer had turned into your closest friend in the last few months and although you two got off on the wrong foot at first, your relationship was now different. It had turned into something dangerous even and in the last few days you had avoided him. 

The growing tension between you had led to more body contact and you were scared that he would find out how cold your body was even through the many layers of clothing that you wore, what that meant.

You liked him, yes. 

Fuck, you liked him more than you should and the fact that you couldn’t be together was hurting you more than you thought it would.

But the insurmountable fact was that you were dead and he was alive. 

Your body was slowly rotting away while his would remain.

You knew that there was so much more that separated you, that made it impossible for you to tell him about your feelings, but on the other hand you felt awful that you couldn’t tell him.

Somehow you knew that today would change things forever and you regretted all of your actions.

If only...

Rick stopped in front of the inner fence, the former police officer's eyes glued on Michonne and Hershel. 

They exchanged a look and you smiled weakly when his eyes met yours, not that it could be seen through the cloth that shielded your face from curious looks.

Don't worry about me you tried to tell the older man with your eyes.

It didn’t look like he deciphered the meaning though.

The position of kneeling with a guard behind your back gave you a sense of déjà vu. 

Only that a few years ago, you had been the one who shoved people down on their knees during negotiations. Back then, you thought what you were doing was the right thing. 

The Governor was probably thinking that too right now.

But he was wrong. And you would make sure that he knew that.

-

The negotations began and Daryl was pacing at the gate, watching Rick and you. 

The man who had ignited something in him in the last few weeks was kneeling with a straight back, his head facing straight ahead. 

He could almost see your defiant eyes and he smiled grimly before turning towards Sasha and Tyreese, trying to plan a way out of this situation.

He distributed the guns to Bob, Maggie and the others, all while trying to calm the storm of thoughts in his mind.

Rick was in danger. Hershel, Michonne, you were in direct line of fire. The Governor was a crazy son of a bitch and who knew what he would do if negotiations failed.

Suddenly shots were fired and he and Carl raised their weapons immediately, watching how the Governor killed some appearing walkers. 

Rick witnessed how Hershel jumped in surprise and fear settled in his stomach. 

What was he doing here? Could he really talk this maniac out of shooting them down like pigs?

His eyes found yours and once again he was surprised how calm you looked behind the black makeup that covered the only skin that wasn’t hidden behind any kind of clothing. 

But now that he stood closer to you, he realised that there wasn’t exactly calmness in your eyes, there was certainty. But he didn’t know what kind. That you would die? That you would protect your friends?

Your eyes found his and you blinked slowly and he knew.

Gulping he turned to the governor.

“We can all live together”, he began and he wasn’t exactly pleading but it sure felt like it. 

That certainty in your eyes haunted him. He didn’t want it to happen. He couldn’t let it happen. Not when his son and daughter were living in the building behind him. 

The Governor shut him down almost immediately.

No, no, no... echoed in his mind as he continued to talk. No, no, no!! when his talk of peace turned into threats. They wouldn’t leave. Either they live together or die. No, fuck, please!

The frown on the Governor’s face deepened and Rick watched with growing dread how the man grabbed Michonne’s katana and held it against Hershel’s throat. 

The shift in the atmosphere was almost tangible and the stares of the people behind him burned into his back. His shoulders sagged, the expectation of saving lives weighed heavily on him but he couldn’t crumble now.

His mouth tripped over his own thoughts but he formulated them into sentences and tried to plead with the other men and women who Philip had brought here. 

Not all of them looked like they followed him with 100% faith. If only he could persuade some of them... If only he could persuade the Governor...

“I know we all can change.”

Hershel smiled at him and in that moment a thought bloomed in Rick’s head.

“Liar.” 

It was as if time was suspended for a moment when the Governor’s face distorted and he took a swing, only for you to lunge at him.

Rick, Michonne, Carl, Daryl, Maggie, Beth, Bob, Sasha, Tyreese and the people who Philip brought with himself bore witness how the katana slashed across your chest and then sunk into Hershel’s neck only to get stuck because of the missing force behind the swing. 

For a milisecond everyone was frozen but then screams erupted, Maggie's pained wails drowned out her sister's and Carl began shooting, hitting the Governor in the arm,   forcing him to let go of the blade that was still stuck in Hershel’s neck.

His father screamed furiously and began to shoot as well while retreating behind the fallen bus.

Daryl blinked and watched in horror how you slumped over, your body crumpled like a puppet and you fell over almost in sync with Hershel.

Pain erupted in Daryl’s chest, combined with the clawing fury in his throat, and he grunted and let himself get taken over by the pain of losing you.

-

The moment the Governor left his position on the tank you knew your group was doomed. 

Had it been any other guy beside the Governor, Rick’s words might have reached them but that bastard was already too far gone. 

Throughout the talk you had nestled around with the sole of your combat boots. It was hard to find the small slit you had created in the rubber months prior, but your fingers soon found the tip of the razor blade you hid in there. 

The guy behind you was listening closely to Rick’s words so you had the chance to start working on cutting your restraints.

But it took too long. 

The moment you saw the Governor move his hand, you moved subconsciously. 

Your hands were still tied, so the best you could do is try to headbutt him before he could end his swing but although you used your body as a weapon, it still wasn’t enough to weaken his swing and the katana sunk into Hershel’s throat.

Blood spurt from the wound onto your face and you fell over. Blinking, you tried to get rid of the liquid in your eyes.

You didn’t feel any pain but you had lost your balance and now laid face down in the dirt. 

Gunfire erupted over you and you heard screams and cries of pain. 

You were numb.

Lifting your head you saw Hershel just a few feet away from you and you pushed your body towards him. Michonne’s katana was gone, you didn’t give a shit though. 

Crawling over the grass you reached him and with a bit of an effort you forced your hands apart, tearing through the nylon of your restraints. 

“Hershel-”, you breathed, forcing yourself into a kneeling position to lean over the man who was drowning in his own blood. He gargled and sputtered and you knew it was only a matter of seconds until he was dead. 

A howl gathered at the back of your throat.

“I-”

Before you could say anything a familiar blade pierced your chest from behind. 

“You bastard-”

You blinked and rose to your feet. The man behind you tore the katana out of  your body with a squelsh and you turned to face him. The Governor looked at you, then the lack of blood on the blade. 

“You- what are-”

Before he could continue, your hands found his throat and you flung his body against the side of the tank like he wasn’t a grown man but a mere puppet. 

His head collided with the tank with a loud thud and he wheezed in pain. Your fingers digged into his skin and he couldn’t breathe. With a howl you knocked his head against the tank again and again and a bloody smear began to form on the metal. 

He clawed at your hands but you held onto him with a vice-like grip and he ended up grabbing your head. 

In your anger you ignored how he pulled on your balaclava and ended up tearing it off your head. 

His pained expression changed into one of shock but before he could say anything you heard a shout from behind you over the continuing gunfire and you lost your balance for a second. 

You turned around and came face to face with the guy who sat next to you in the truck. The one who asked about your non-existent face scars from a fire. He held a smoking assault rifle in his hands. You turned your head back to the governor. His body was limp in your hands and his dark blue shirt was dyed black with blood.

“What the fuck-”, began the other guy but you interrupted him by hurling the governor’s dead body at him and then charging at him in anger. 

The man toppled over, the dead body to heavy for him to carry and within a second you were on him and grabbing a fistful of his hair you bashed his hand repeatedly onto the ground. 

Since you were essentially standing on grass it ended up taking a while to kill him but you didn’t care. You grabbed his assault rifle and put a bullet through his head when his body started to move again and then you sent another spray of bullets into the tank who had begun to move towards the fence. 

Some guys stood behind the tank and they spotted you.

“Look out!”

“Fuck, what-?!”

You mowed them down without hesitation, in your ears only a low humming sound.

You don’t hurt my family. You don’t hurt what’s mine.

-

On the other side of the battlefield stood a certain archer frozen.

Daryl gave Rick fire cover as soon as the man was behind the fallen bus. He concentrated his fire on the shooters who stood on the cars and witnessed how Michonne moved herself out of the line of fire. 

He was glad she was safe, but that feeling was only a twinge in his side, overshadowed by the loss he felt when he saw you fall to the ground, certain that you had died.

There hadn’t been a lot of blood but he couldn’t really judge that from the distance and your body had remained motionless on the ground. 

He couldn’t look at you.

So he didn’t. He fired at the cars at the left side of the tank and exhaled shakily, Maggie’s bellow of sadness in his ears.

He bit his lip so hard it started to bleed and the metallic smell forced bile up his throat. 

Carl next to him paused shooting and his quiet “Huh?” stopped Daryl in his tracks. He followed the boy’s line of sight and watched silently how a figure he knew all too well knelt over the dead body of Hershel, only to be impaled by Michonne’s katana. 

Daryl’s brain couldn’t process that you weren’t dead after all, because now you certainly were. The blade pierced your upper torso but you rose to your feet like nothing happened. Even when the Governor tore out the katana, you didn’t falter.

A moment passed between you and the other and in the next, you flung the man around with an inhumane force. 

Daryl lowered his rifle, even though at the back of his head, he knew that right now certainly wasn’t the moment to do so but his eyes were fixed on you.

You didn’t seem like a person he knew. 

At first he thought you had turned into a walker, the way you lunged once more at the governor, your hands outstretched as if you were ready to take a bite out of him. But instead your hands began to choke the man.

Daryl knew that anger could give someone enough adrenaline to perform seemingly impossible tasks but the way you manhandled the Governor, a guy who possibly weighed around 165 lbs, it didn’t seem human at all. 

And he was right.

When walkers began to flood through the fences that were taken down by the tank and Daryl had a moment to turn back, he saw you. 

You, standing amongst the advancing masses of walkers. He knew it was you because you looked straight at him and the black smear of makeup around your eyes gave you away. 

Beth grabbed his arm.

“We have to go!”

You lifted two fingers and performed a little salute. Walkers passed you to continue the onslaught on the prison.

And in that moment he realized that you were different. 

You’re not one of us.

He lifted his crossbow.

[percyaugod]

@bunnieswithknives

*Happy Percy noises* I also had an alternate ending to the idea.

David never actually got around to making his other self, so he stays dead and Rowan just gets the call after worrying about his friend missing for hours. Rowan is grieving while overhearing others talk about how they're glad David is gone, the guy gave him the creeps, there just wasn't something right about him, etc. Rowan realizes that he's the only person David had and the only one that mourns his loss.

It's not that Roy, Lesley, and the others don't miss David, they do, or at least worry that he's gone so long because he's planning something. It's just that their sense of death is so skewed he can't get them to understand that he's gone.

Except there's a part of Rowan that whispers he doesn't have to be. David tried explaining the process to get Rowan to at least let him go back to grave robbing, but it didn't work. David's book and other supplies were still there.

Days later Rowan hopes David can forgive him for being such a hypocrite as he starts to sew. He won't be perfect, Rowan knows that, has seen it with David's parents, but he will be David. At worst, they'll just have to start over and get to know each other again. Rowan spends most of his day here with the others anyway, they'll have time. He'll make sure nothing can hurt David again.

Just realized depending on how much Rowan knows about making puppets David could be bigger. On one hand, you could have Rowan just using spare parts for Roy and Lesley and David would be about the same size, because he had no idea how to make one from scratch.

On the other, you could have David making normal puppets as a hobby and Rowan showing an interest as encouragement because it's not illegal. Rowan is surprised it's more fun, and complicated, than he thought. He now has the knowledge and skill to make his own and a mostly intact body. Would probably still be a bit smaller than when he was alive, but is definitely bigger than Roy and Lelsey.

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okay so i decided i didn't really want to work on this anymore when i have too many other ideas and im terrified for next episode as it is so. uh. you know it was really really easy to figure out how normal could've died in ep46? it was really easy. anyways

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scary never should’ve egged on this fight. 

when it was just taylor and normal, it was a little funny. just hours before, they had all been at each other’s throats, and despite the tension, scary knew they would never hurt each other– not seriously, anyways. with how quickly link jumped to help taylor, it was only natural that scary would slide to normal’s side, reach through the bars to squeeze his hands in support, but it still didn’t feel real. if normal and taylor did actually fight each other, surely their dads would find a way to stop the fight before it turned into a death match, or one of them would think of something, or… 

…by the time it does feel real, it is too late, and all scary can do is watch taylor tumble out of the cage alone, leaving a small, cornered normal alone against two fully grown men who could very easily kill any one of them, let alone their healer. 

normal, to his own credit, doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest. perhaps that was something scary should’ve been afraid of– how willing normal was to stay behind in that cage, to hype up the crowd of people who weren’t disgusted at all by the usage of child soldiers in their puppet game. 

scary knows normal well now. when she looks at him, she only sees herself– reckless, desperate. not afraid to die. 

and unlike any situation they had been in before, the threat to his life was, perhaps, a bit too great to have such a wild disregard for it.

link looks conflicted. scary only glimpses at him shortly, but he’s worrying at his bottom lip, arms folded across his chest as he paces around the cage, following normal’s movement. taylor is the opposite– he backs away slowly, like he’s only now realized how much danger he was actually in and how narrowly he escaped his fate. 

their families stand further away, surrounded by the fbi. hermie and dood are watching the fight standing together– hermie’s arms are also crossed, his gaze too clouded for scary to read, while dood paces around, fidgeting with their hands. scary should probably say something to the both of them, but she doesn’t linger, immediately twisting back to the fight. 

maybe normal was onto something in trying to get jodie. normal’s dad and uncle were clearly trying to get out of the precarious situation they were in, but what if that wasn’t enough? 

“taylor,” scary says half under her breath, just loud enough to catch his attention. “take hermie and dood and go find jodie. link and i will stay here.” 

“but…” taylor hesitates. however, he must see just how serious scary is being in her eyes, because he nods and then salutes. “okay. we’re on it, boss.” 

usually, scary doesn’t like being referred to as the leader. however now, it only sinks right to her stomach– when she did become the one making decisions about their lives? 

if link notices that scary’s taking charge, he doesn’t say anything, but scary is fairly positive he’s not paying her any mind. 

scary finally, finally drags her attention back to the fight just in time to watch normal get sucker punched into the ground by the marine guy, right dead center of the cage. he doesn’t get back up. 

scary’s heart drops into her chest. 

“link, can you reach him?” she frets, stepping close enough to the bars that she can feel the heat coming off of them. “i don’t– i don’t have any healing spells, i’m not–” 

“i have lay on hands, but i have to touch him to make it work.” link grimaces, and he twists his shoulder, leaning in the precarious gap between the lava bars even though there is absolutely no way he’d ever fit. “i can’t– he’s too far away. why didn’t he stick to the sides like we said?” 

scary has an inkling of a feeling for why normal would be more concerned with his own schemes than with anything that her and link have asked of him. she doesn’t voice it. 

none of her spells can do anything. for a moment, scary wonders if she can far step into the cage, if only to carry normal to the cage’s edge so that link’s spellcasting might actually work. she’s never actually used far step before, and as she squints her eyes in concentration, dread sinks into her stomach. 

she’s not fast enough. by the time she’s settled on using far step versus any of her other spells, abraham lincoln punches himself instead of his target, and the marines guy uses the opportunity to slip away from the ex-president and stand ominously over normal’s crumpled form, hands balled into fists. 

don’t you dare, scary thinks, and her spell switches. instead of far stepping into the cage, she summons fire to her palms, directs it at the space between normal and the marines guy. she… isn’t sure why this is her first thought, the panic settling over her as normal lurches away from the wall in a way that cannot be natural, the marines guy merely jumping through it instead of being cut off. 

fuck. fuck fuck shit fuck– 

they’re still too far away, and now scary can’t see them, the flames roaring and keeping the former president locked out of the fight instead of isolating normal, and scary can’t end the spell early so all she can do is run around the side of the cage, desperately trying to keep eyes on what is going on. 

the marines guy barely looks affected by the wall. in comparison, normal looks small, miserable, his hoodie so singed it’s not even blue anymore, and before she knows it, there are tears pooling into scary’s eyes. this wasn’t how it was supposed to go at all. how did they get here? 

behind them, normal’s uncle has a gun sliding out of his belt, and normal’s dad looks sickly pale, gaze switching between agent shmegan and the fight. scary can’t blame him, but she does push through a seed of resentment– why isn’t he helping? can’t he do anything? 

she doesn’t have the time to focus on the adults. instead, her hand finds link’s own as they press close to the smouldering bars of the cage, link once again trying desperately to reach out and grab for normal’s broken form. 

the marines guy kneels. for a moment, he glances up and his gaze meets the two of them, and all scary sees is an unwavering confidence, like he knows he can end this fight in a heartbeat. 

please, scary mouths. she tries to say the words out loud, but all that comes out is a choked breath as an unholy combination of nausea and fear collects in her lungs. he’s just a kid. don’t do this. 

if the guy understands her silent pleas, he ignores them, glancing away from the teens to place hands on either side of normal’s neck. scary understands what he’s doing immediately. 

and she can’t look away. she couldn’t look away when terry was shot, and she finds herself trembling, her toes curling, and still she cannot look away as the guy takes normal’s head into his palms and twists. 

there’s a horrible cracking sound, and everything goes quiet. 

someone might be talking. link’s hand feels tight and heavy in her own, and scary wishes she could hear anything over the dull ringing in her ears, the way the heat from the lava bars and her own stupid fucking fire spell prickles at her skin makes her want to melt into the ground and never return, her heart is in her stomach and her veins are icy and none of this feels real. 

the cage disappears. as soon as the lava is gone, scary surges forwards only partially out of her own will– link pulls her along, his grip on her hand tight, and they both go running, running, running, until link drops besides normal and scary follows. 

normal looks… bad. his clothes are grey from ash and soot, there is blood coating his nose and trailing from his mouth, half of him is covered in grotesque burns in a way that would almost be ironic if those burns weren’t scary’s own fault from her own spell, and the other half is so bruised parts of his skin look dented. worse than that though, worse than all of the damage, is the angle his head sits at– crooked, wrong, like a ragdoll that was accidentally left in the washing machine too many times. 

with a trembling hand, scary presses fingers into the crux of normal’s neck as link’s free hand glows white. 

nothing. she feels nothing. he’s not moving. he’s not breathing. and even link’s magic pulses around him and then fades with barely a change. normal doesn’t magically start breathing. he just… lays there. 

dead. he’s dead. the cage is gone because the marine guy won, because normal is dead. 

scary wants to throw up. 

link’s hands stop glowing and he draws backwards, his expression constricting. behind them, the guy who murdered normal is getting crowned king of hell, and scary knows they need to do something about that, need to help, but… 

…but she’s frozen here. she gently nudges normal’s head into her lap, trying not to make the broken bones in his neck any worse, and she combs fingers through his hair, swallowing back a sob that rises in her throat. 

this is her fault. she helped do this. she encouraged it. she wasn’t fast enough, wasn’t smart enough to think a way out of it, couldn’t even get him to trust her enough to confide in her and now he’ll never confide in her again because just like terry, he is dead. 

around her, a war is starting. scary hardly notices the way demons show up, or the way the military fires on them. she barely notices her surroundings at all. all she can focus on is the feeling of greasy, oily hair in her hands, her breaths coming in short, uneven as she stifles another sob. 

eventually, she’s shaken out of her stupor by the form of someone dropping down next to her. when did link leave? she hadn’t noticed link standing until now. 

the person who joins her isn’t link. it’s normal’s dad– scary can tell him apart by the glasses primarily, but also in the way he desperately reaches for normal, hands shaking. scary doesn’t have the heart to tell him that it’s useless, though she does resist the urge to scream at him. 

normal’s dad’s hands glow a sickly pale green. the magic sputters out before it even touches normal. “my baby,” he whispers, voice cracking. “come on, we gotta– we have to leave, lark is getting hold of their portal gun, if we hurry maybe my magic can–” 

scary doesn’t know how he still has hope, even after seeing the broken, beaten form of his son. still, she nods, letting him scoop normal into his arms before dragging herself to her feet.

[i-love-hot-men-in-video-games]

I did a charater analysis on John Seed Pt. 2

John is the only Herald that doesn't kill anyone, severely maime, yes, but he doesn't kill, out of all the Heralds, he actually gives people the choice to confess to him right away without harm. Jacob, it's either do as you're told and kill, or die, and with Faith, it's either join or become a braindead Angel. John has destroyed people's houses, but not before warning them to get out, for example; Grace Armstrong's home was destroyed by John, but she's still alive. John is also the only one to not kill the Deputy's allies. Jacob; Eli. Faith; Virgil & Marshall. Joseph; Dutch. He may have severely hurt Nick, but at least John gave him the choice. While the Deputy is tied up, waiting for John to come back to the confession room, he doesn't come back, even if you sit and wait for him, he just doesn't come back. Which implies that maybe he wants the Deputy to actually escape... he even makes comments like "The doors are closing Deputy, last chance to leave!" and "...if you stay here, I will bleed your little princess like a stuck pig." There is a note in the clinic you can read about Mary May, basically she had gotten a tattoo from John, but no other scars. So John never hurt Mary, even says it in the book of Absolution; a FarCry Novel. So John does give people chances, even multiple as John wrote multiple letters to Nick, pleading with him to join. So to say the least, John is a somewhat fair person, he also seems to go easier on the Females rather than the Males. During the cutscene of John's death, he becomes very genuine with us, questioning us to stop and think "What if Joseph is right?" he also says that the world is on the brink of destruction, you can feel it. When John laughs, "Look at the headlines, look who's in charge", he smiles... and out of all the times John has smiled at us, this one seems the most genuine. When John says "You don't understand, you don't believe, you don't care!" John pleads to us with genuine worry in his voice and it's written on his face. Just before John dies, he says this... "May God have mercy on your soul." John shows us that even though we've done so much wrong to him and the people of Eden's Gate, he still wishes for God to go easy on us... John hasn't done that with anyone, not even Mary May which he likes so much. I believe John also says this because he knows he may go to hell, and he doesn't wish that upon the Deputy...

Now that We've looked at everything, let's see a comparison to what people think John is, VS what he really is.

Personified John

A Monster

A Creep

A Charismatic Liar

Sadistic/Narcissistic

Heartless

Soulless

Psychopath

Control Freak

Scary

Joseph's Puppet

Has an Inferiority Complex

Selfish

Mean

Terrible taste in interior decorating

Terrible cook (because him and his brothers made watery mac n cheese)

lustful

Stupid Rich

Successful

Real John

Broken

Deeply Scarred

Lies to hide who he is

Slight PTSD

Deeply Caring\Deeply Loving

Doesn't know what reciprocated love feels like.

Feels like a Failure.

Is afraid of Joseph and disappointing him.

Feels like a disappointment.

Actually has unique taste in interior decorating (he's a real estate lawyer, what do you expect?)

Gives people many chances for redemption/atonement.

Tries to 'earn' Joseph's love.

Doesn't know how to cook (grew up in a home that mainly ordered fancy foods or probably had a personal chef.)

Uses sex to forget the pain of his childhood.

Feels like he needs to hurt people for failing him in getting a good home.

Feels like he's nothing without his sins (which is why he continues to try and drown people and severely hurt them.)

Is left-handed

Severely abused physologically.

Loves the color blue.

Loves Planes, specifically the P-51 Mustang 9 (possibly got the idea from the movie Dr. Strangelove. It has the P-51 Mustang plane in it. John also whistles the song "We'll Meet Again" which plays at the end of the movie. Possibly John's favorite movie and song.)

Would love to stare at the stars with someone because he loves the sky.

Would be forever in your debt if you made him dinner (food his how you show love in the south, and since he was possibly never made a homecooked meal, he would be very greatful.)

100% would read Dark Romance & Smut...

Personality type is EsTJ-T.

Gets lost in the country side because of the very little road markers. (He's too far used to the city.)

Likes Gourmet dishes but would rather have a homecooked meal.

Would be terrified of kids and only tolerate them. (secretely loves them from a distance.)

Wouldn't know true love if it slapped him in the face.

Would actually make a great lover.

Severe trust issues

Appears like a stuck-up Narc. but actually loaths himself.

If he did see that the Person truly loves him, he would hug them tightly and start crying because he never thought he could ever be truly loved/loved unconditionally.

Is literally the representation of Famine because he was starved of love his whole life.

Just wants someone to love him for him.

In conclusion to all of this, John is just a man who needs proper guidance, therapy, and love.

[littleshysheep-at-da]

i had an au idea.

so you know the whole time dilation thing between earth and siassw world? what if that was there to an extreme extent with siassw world and wherever they were in the epilogue (presumably hell?)

so shiraori finishes the Hell Training. does duties out of terror for a bit. then D lets her loose as a distraction so D can play dolls live among humans on earth again for a bit.

so shiro heads back, and despite feeling like an eternity, it's been like 3 months.

she gets to meet sariel, probably with gulie looking after the weakening ariel as a family. the puppets get new bodies maybe.

vampy's retired to the north. shiro visits maybe.

she finds wrath and ronandt training in conjuring, as the last two with memories of reigar, the great swordking.

YOU GET THE IDEA!!!!!

MWHAHAHAHAHAHA You've given me an excuse to FINALLY Post my "Post Ending Canon Compliant AU" that is basically what i Personally believe to be Canon and you can not change my mind.

Basically I partially agree with you but with some very different details. I don't really think Kyouya would super want to hang out with Rondant (I feel like Shun and Hyrince are Rondant focus/unwilling victims) and I don't think Sohpia would willing leave everyone without fanfare. BTW I had to open my Computer to Post this instead of from Mobile because it was too long. Also HEADS UP Spoilers for the entire Series. Sorry for any confusing structured Text this is from my Notes Doc where i just had to get my thoughts out.

Edited after seeing your Tags again: basically I REALLY love Hurt/Comfort and KumoDesu is PERFECT for it because the Series has so much Hurt I get to Write all the Comfort! Also I think Ariel should have a longer life Span, Shiro will still outlive everybody but come on let her have this.

START HEADCANON TEEEEXT

-After Volume 16: (sort of Canon Complaint AU or just Ideas for a Canon Complaint Continuation) (This is Canon in my Head Basically)

So this is actually prime for all my Ships to work out??? I don’t know if after the fight they all get teleported to the same place and get to make plans before going their separate ways (OT3 getting to talk stuff out like they wanted here? So Kyouya’s not as depressed when he goes on his way? Katia and Shun both force him to keep in contact because they’re worried about him and he’s just so floored they still care about him even after everything. He sort of goes off the radar for a while to clear his thoughts but promises to visit once he’s had some time. Also Ariel settles some Political stuff with Hyrince, Dustin, Rondant, and Balto so she can leave Human-Demon relations in their hands). I like to think everyone that is stated to “disappear” after the Story lives in Sophia’s Castle (though Hugo and Felmina do more work underground for the Demon-Human peace stuff and don’t live at the castle all the time). Like they all originally lived separately but we're close enough in proximity to visit a lot and then just ended up living together. Sophia is out causing chaos and ruling with Mera, Wald, sometimes Felmina, sometimes The White army, and Puppet Taratects. But everyone else is living their slow peaceful life.

I like to think the Castle is in the Mystic Mountains (Sophia convinces Ariel and Kyouya to live in her castle because it’s not like she missed them or anything! It’s not like she picked this location because she knew they would both be nearby!!! Part of her reasoning was just because a Vampire's Castle just had to be on a Mountain). Ariel had gone with Sariel and Gulie. Though Sariel ends up having a peaceful death but for some reason (Shiro’s interference because she refuses to let Ariel die without at LEAST seeing her again and D taught her how to extend Ariel’s life at a price of doing more stuff for D of course) Ariel doesn't die after the time they thought she’d live to. Gulie and Ariel travel around and one of the places they stayed ended up being on the Mountains with the dragons so that’s how they joined (she’s not dying and had her time with Sariel so ends up deciding staying close to the others is a good idea), it’s not like Sophia was keeping track of Ariel and particularly planed this or anything!!! She did. I think Kyouya had gone back to the Mountains to live in the remains of the Goblin Village he grew up in so runs into them (at first they’re just neighbors but after a while it’s like we’re so close just move in) and is forced to join but it’s good for him (he also gets some Goblins to be part of the Castle area because there were some Goblins Villages close by that are sort of within radius, so the house is made up of Goblins and Dragons all on the Mystic Mountains). I would think after Kyouya has stayed with Sophia and Ariel for a bit he feels confident enough to face Shun and Katia (he misses them a lot and they have a big heart to heart then decide to keep in regular contact). I also like to think they keep in contact with the others and Fei and the other Dragons are responsible for transport to and from (so Fei and Sophia become friends).

I’m still on my OT3 nonsense (again you can’t even pry this Ship from my cold dead hands) and I like to think eventually Shun and Katia get publicly Married but Kyouya is sort of their Secret Lover that they go visit for vacation and whenever they can to get away from work (the rings they get are a set of three and after the stressful very formal public wedding the three of them have sort of their own more private ceremony). Kyouya gets to live his peaceful life as a farmer (also helping Shun and Katia where ever he can plus Ariel) and occasionally sees Kunihiko and Asuka when he goes with Mera to sell vegetables (which is awkward at first but then they become something like begrudging friends). Yuri and Sue cause chaos about this but Sue can’t do much and Yuri gets more focused on her Religion (dragging Shinbou along). Hyrince cleans up after Gulie and sort of takes up leading the Humans and he and Balto work out peace with the Human-Demon Relationships (Rondant plays a big part helping as a reputable Human Kingdom Figure and Hugo is dragged along in this a lot but does more on the underground management with Felmina). Shun helps Leston by handling all the Paperwork mostly (he’s finally become a Salaryman) and Katia helps with a lot of Politics. Miss Oka also deals mostly on the Political Front but does also get her peaceful life after setting things up. Miss Oka stays in touch with Shun and Co, occasionally visits Sophia’s Castle, and keeps tabs on all the Reincarnations.

I like to think they manage to keep Ariel alive. White intervenes in Godly ways to keep Ariel alive. So eventually I like to think White manages to get away from D and Teleports to Sophia’s Castle and reunites with her Crew (frazzled maid teleports to the middle of the foyer hallway scaring everyone before they all get to hug it out). She visits whenever she can (if she finishes all her work Maido lets her and D can not complain because D didn’t finish her own work and Maido is going to rip her a new one).

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Please picture me panting with feral and insane energy as if I have given this as an epic presentation without taking a breath lolol. This is at this point what i believe to be Canon to the point that the fact that it isn't doesn't exist to me, I've gone full delulu. Join me (also join my Ships). Seriously more people need to Ship Shun x Katia x Kyouya because once you see it you can't unsee it. And there is not enough Shiro x Ariel Content which is straight up criminal actually.

The "D totally has methods to keep Ariel alive and would make Shiro work for them" comes from me joking with my Sister "(My Sister’s joke) D: 'I know you want to save your dying wife Ariel, sooo I’ve Game-ified it for my amusement! It’s a Gacha lolol.' Shiro: *Pulling out her wallet* 'fuck you D.'" because like okay I know she was a sickly child and through living very long her soul is at capacity but like Shiro is a GOD she can fix that. But I don't think Sariel could really extend her life any more because of how worn down her soul probably is.

Okay I think this is Formatted correct enough (checked over once for Grammar and Details) Please enjoy!!! If Tumblr breaks anything because of the length I'm Sorry. Also if I Edit this a TON as I remember more Details I forgot to Write down I’m not sorry lol.

Thanks for finally giving an excuse to Post this!!! I was considering just Posting it without any Prompting but y'know. I'm both terribly Self Conscious (especially about Opinions and Headcanons) but also trying to have more "FUCK IT" Attitude so I'm aware I probably read like I'm Fishing For Compliments and Super Annoying but I try to keep that to a minimum... BUT ONWARD AND UPWARDS.

[atlantis-just-drowned]

hiya! do you have any hurt // comfort headcanons for pluto x reader? or really just anything pluto x reader. i have to keep going to your post since there is NO pluto content out there. thank you!

A/N: Hi Anon, hope you'll like this, because I had so much fun writing it!! Thank you so much for your ask, I always love receiving new requests from you guys! Don't hesitate to drop some more ideas in my askbox :] Also this small story has barely been edited so I hope it's not too wonky! I might come back to make some small changes later. This can be read as romantic or platonic I think? Anyway, TW for anxiety/panic attack, slight PTSD symptoms, and also this man has little to no self-esteem.

"Who did this to you?"

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Thinking about where Pluto went after discovering what Monty has done to his best friend. The way this asshole threw away the few belongings Duke has taken into death, like he has never – not even for a second – seen the magician as a human being. Who deserved respect. Dignity. And was now trapped somewhere, out of the black-haired boy’s reach.

Pluto was unable to get to his friend. All of the efforts he could put on would always be useless. He was defeated. Confronted to Montresor’s absolute hatred of others. Something he could never even fight.

And he has nowhere to hide either, because even his room was shared with one of Annabel’s arrogant little puppets. Where could he go now that his best friend was surely doomed to die again while he was standing there, a weak, helpless, wandering soul, his sore eye bringing up to his mind fuzzy, almost unintelligible words from a past he wish he could forget when he barely remembered it.

His sight was blurry, he was barely able to see the corridors he walked in. It took him far longer than it normally would, before he was finally knocking at your door. He realized only after that he has no idea what to tell you. But it was too late; before he could turn back and hobble away, your door opened, and the abstract form of a face was in front of him.

“Pluto?”

He wouldn’t have been able to recognize you if it wasn’t for your voice. Your tone was laced with a surprise and concern he couldn’t see on your face, but still made his heart tighten. You were worried for him.

What a pathetic thing.

His physical state was probably pitiful enough to give away how beaten up, broken and exhausted he felt, and he hated it. For a second, Pluto would have preferred you to be the one deprived from sight, so he wouldn’t have to be feeling your troubled gaze piercing him. He held himself tighter, and tried to give you a wobbly smile in reassurance.

“H-h-hi…!” he mumbled, and his voice came out so much more broken than he meant it to. He looked down, body trembling, humiliated and wishing he could vaporise in the air rather than stay here.

Right now was too much, he couldn’t handle any more of it. He was going to crumble down any minute.

“Can I… C-Can I come in please?” was all he could stutter out through a tight throat. The mere thought of his breathing being restricted sending alarms in his brain that only succeed in making him panic more.

“Y-yeah of course!”

You sounded shocked, almost. More than just concerned by this point. But he couldn’t even see clearly and your voice was the last thing he could anchor himself to. So he would take it.

The door opened wider and Pluto practically burst into your room before his legs could get a chance to give up on him. Resting his back against the wall next to you, he let himself slide down until he sat on the floor. Legs bent and arms wrapped around them. His head down, forehead pressed against his knees, face hidden in his small, curled up form.

He couldn’t breath. No matter how much he tried, oxygen went in and out of his lungs chaotically, too fast, occasionally missing and choking him up even more as he tried and tried and tried but his efforts were vain and he couldn’t do anything couldn’t think clearly couldn’t stop choking couldn’t stop wishing for it to stop just stop.

Thoughts were swirling in his head so fast he couldn’t catch up on them, the feeling of being small and helpless and in danger at the forefront of his mind, and a distant voice telling him Duke was surely dead and he would probably follow soon enough along with the others and everyone else who wasn’t cruel enough because they were doomed they had been since the moment they had all passed those gates when this unfair wicked stupid painful game has started and now he wanted to get out he just wanted it to stop all he has ever asked for was something to live for a hope for a better future for someone to tell him he would be okay in the end for the world to be brighter he wished it could stop he just wanted-

“Pluto.”

His head shot up and he looked at your figure, barely distinguishable in the blur of nonsensical colours. He hasn’t registered you had kneeled down to his level. Or that you’d been calling him. Or that he has been crying.

“Pluto, can you see me?”

He opened his mouth to answer you, but not even a sound could go past the lump in his throat. So he closed it and shook his head no.

“Okay… Okay.” Your voice sounded like a headlight in the middle of a storm for the shaking mess he was.

“Is it alright if I touch you?”

He didn’t respond right away. Not because he had to think about the answer, but because he struggled to make sense of your distant words, in the chaos howling inside his skull.

Ultimately, he nodded with a slight hesitation.

You didn’t need any more confirmation. Your form moved closer to him, before Pluto felt the palm of your hands on his shoulders gently pulling him forward, until he sat on his knees and his head laid against your chest.

The moment he felt you arms cradle him in a warm embrace, he let out a small, choked up sob. Like a sort of tension has just been released from his body. Before his hands found purchase in the back of your shirt and he almost mechanically clung to you. As if you were a lifeline. Or something warmer. Perhaps a safe haven. A place where he could rest.

His face buried into your chest, he could hear your breathing. Calm. Tranquil. The kind words you were repeating to him like a mantra created a constant melody he could feel behind your ribcage; and he finally allowed himself to get lost into your soothing presence.

Tense muscles relaxed, loosening his tight grip on you. The shaking of his body finally finally subsiding while his breathing calmed down enough to let him get the oxygen he so desperately needed.

The debilitating fog of constant anxious thoughts clouding his brain replaced by you. Your warmth. Your voice. Your kindness. Your fingers running through his hair.

Oh, this was heaven.

He wished he could simply never open his eye again.

For now, he wouldn’t have to.

“I’m… sorry.” he said, his throat no longer as tight as before but still leaving him with a raspy, drained voice.

He listened to you breathing in and out peacefully, before you answered him.

“You don’t have to be. You did nothing wrong.”

Another day, Pluto might have argued that he was still sorry nonetheless. That he felt bad for annoying you this way. But he was too tired to argue, so instead, he tried to give some credit to your words.

It was hard. But if he didn’t unclench his jaw, he would probably get a headache soon enough, and he didn’t want to deal with that now. So he told himself that what you said was true, and pretended to believe it.

Your chest moved up in a deep inhale, and then you sighed. Maybe somewhere, deep down inside of you you knew he didn’t completely think you were right. But if you were aware, you didn’t bring it up.

Instead, you caressed his hair some more before cupping his face and bringing it up and away from your chest to observe him better. Pluto took one more moment to enjoy the relaxing darkness of his closed eyelid, and then his right eye fluttered open again, with a sting, to an abstract blur of colours. So close to you, he could make out a few details – the ways your eyes darted across his face, and the displeased frown on your lips.

“Who did this to you?” You asked softly, carefully approaching a thumb to the blackening outline of his eye, getting a hiss and a withdrawal reflex from him when you brushed the skin there.

You knew the dark-haired boy has spent most of the afternoon searching for his friend. He has asked you for help, and seeing his panicked state, you hadn’t been able to say anything else but “yes”. Sadly, none of the people you had spoken to knew anything about the French magician’s disappearance. But this new bruise told you some more things might have happened since you last saw the one-eyed man a few hours ago.

Replacing his cheek against the palm of your hand, Pluto looked away, a distant, annoyed expression on his face as he grumbled “Monty. Who else?”

You scoffed at his answer. Now that he mentioned it, Montresor has definitely been shooting you some of his annoying, oh-so-punchable self-sufficient glares while you searched for someone who might have seen Duke. You could easily imagine at least a dozen reasons why Pluto and him would have gotten into an argument.

Though, for now, it would probably be better not to ask for any further explanation. Instead, you brought his face closer to yours and pressed a kiss to his forehead, before leading him to lay back against your chest.

He needed comfort. This, at least, was obvious. You’d do your best with the very few informations you had.

“Whatever happened, I’m sure Lenore will find a way to solve this when she comes back.” You spoke softly, holding him tightly against you.

“Right.” He groaned back tiredly, seemingly trying to let your warmth sip through him to make him forget about his day. Sighing, he paused before repeating your words, more to reassure himself than anything else. “Right. Let’s wait for her. She’ll come back. She’ll have a plan.”

“I’m sure she will.” You emphasized his point to help him calm down, while you stroked his back, getting another sigh out of him.

There was a moment of silence, where the two of you simply held each others, allowing yourselves to relax a bit, especially after the events of today. And then, after some time…

“Thank you.”

Pluto’s whisper almost startled you. Opening your eyes in surprise, you looked down at his resting figure, before repositioning your arms a little tighter around him with a sigh, and whispering back.

“You’ll always be welcome.”

Speaking of being welcomed... You remembered about his roommate. The fuss his argument might have caused. And another idea flashed in your head.

“If you want to, you can stay here for tonight.”

The proposition stayed suspended between the two of you for a moment. You couldn’t really tell if Pluto was simply reflecting on his options, or if he was fighting some sort of inner demon telling him he would be a burden.

Knowing him, there might have been a bit of both.

“I… I think I’d like that, actually.”

You’d be a liar if you said you weren’t a bit exited to have him with you tonight. The thought of spending more time with him always brought a smile to your lips. Holding him tight, you buried your face in his hair in contentment.

“Well I like that too. So it’s decided, I’m kidnapping you for the night.”

And when you heard him laugh at your words – timidly, for no longer than a second, but a laugh nonetheless –, you felt prouder of yourself than you had ever been.

[bogusboxed]

Boxtober - Day 26: “Headcanons For A Sick S/O”

Day 26: - [The Puppeteer, Bloody Painter, Nurse Ann & X Virus] X GN!Reader “Blankets” x “I’m doing it, shut up.”

-I do not own any of these characters and do not take credit for them.

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The Puppeteer

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-If he figures out you’re sick, prepare to be stuck in one place for a while.

-Typically, if he wanted to keep someone in place, he’d use his strings, but he understands it's not the most comfortable thing, so he opted for the next best thing. Which is to cover you in blankets and then proceed to string you up like a caterpillar in a cocoon. It's best not to struggle, or he might laugh at you.

-He might act bossy near the beginning when it comes to your sickness. He'll say things like "I’ve got a mission to attend to" and so on, but the second you cough, he’s right there holding you. This man is a liar about not wanting to help you and will fold when there is any form of pain coming from you.

-And if you dare try to get out of bed for anything, he will pick you up. He doesn’t care if you fight back. All that's going through his head is the fact your sick and need help.

-"I have to go get something!"

"I’m doing it. Shut up."

-He doesn’t mind losing a target or two if it means you're okay. He knows how it feels to be left alone in a time of need, so he will never do that to you.

-Though you should expect him, since he’s a poltergeist, to stay up all hours of the day watching you, if you feel too intimidated, just tell him to cuddle you or he's worsening your condition. And he'll do exactly what you ask, just wanting to make sure you're okay.

-One downside to all of this is that he can’t get you medicine or buy you food in person due to being a ghost. So, he bugs his friends to go and do it for him, which is most of the time, Helen. So, please thank Helen after you recover because he’s probably messed up like twelve paintings due to Jonathan scaring him.

Bloody Painter

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-If you tell him you’re sick, he will instantly panic. He’ll probably find a reason to blame himself for not seeing the signs earlier as your dedicated partner.

-And if it's so bad you get bedridden, he won’t let you get up in the sweetest way possible. Either by kissing your forehead to dumbfound you or hugging you back down. He could never find it in himself to hurt you because he's a puppy when it comes to you.

If you tell him you’re getting bored, he’ll bring you some sketch paper to doodle on, and if you want, you can ask him to play Pictionary. Though he’ll beat you at it, if you get a little upset, he’ll let you win, even if he is a literal Picasso.

-A random, dumb idea to have him do is to have him paint the Mona Lisa next to you. I don’t know why I added this, but I think it’d be fun. I also think if you praised him hard enough, he’d say something like "It’s just a sketch" to further his ego.

-If you manage to sneak out, whether it was when he was asleep or when he left for a moment. He’ll usher you back to bed in the nicest way possible, almost like a human to an animal, to be honest. And if you suddenly become too sick to get back, he’ll cradle you in his arms and bring you back. Though he won’t mention your escape attempts, knowing it sucks to be sick.

-Though unlike The Puppeteer, he can go and buy you snacks. He can also get delivery plus medicine due to being human. Even if he doesn’t like to show his face in public, he wouldn’t mind doing it for you.

-But for some reason, when you’re sick, he tends to get more protective of you. It's most likely due to your vulnerable state and how much he’s worried the other creeps will take advantage of it. And if they dare to try anything with you. Well, let’s just say you won’t be the only one bedridden.

Nurse Ann

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-Probably the worst in the best way possible to come up with this. If you’re with her, she’ll be able to predict when you're about to be sick and will have been preparing for this very moment. And you’ll notice she's becoming more present in your life as well as more possessive.

-The second you cough, she'll bring you to bed, because she already has a personal infirmary just for this. And if you stay put, you’ll recover from this quicker than you normally would with anyone else.

-And she’ll keep you there in the most doctor way, either by nodding her head in disappointment or by holding you down. She is more aggressive than others, which may be just due to having experience. She just doesn’t want it to evolve into something worse, and if that means a scratch or two, then it's worth it. She is a nurse, after all.

-Though even with all of this, she’ll bring you blankets and do things normal nurses wouldn’t do. She may even go as far as to cuddle with you, but expect her to pull away if she feels you're getting too hot.

-Behind all of her cold-hearted actions is just someone who is extremely worried about your health. She couldn’t stand losing you and sees you as her responsibility. Since she is a nurse.

-If you can manage to escape from your hospital bed, she will hunt you down. She would never hurt you to the point of worsening your condition, but she wouldn't mind scaring you back to your bed. But, if you ever show signs of surrendering mid-chase, she’ll soften up instantly and swing you over her shoulder back to bed.

X Virus

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-Oh no. Unlike Nurse Ann, you’ll be in bed longer than you should be. He will go out of his way to extend your stay and may even cause you to get worse. But, he typically has the best intentions in mind, except when he doesn’t.

-He’ll probably be heavily interested in the worst way possible. He’ll make you think he’s trying to help you. But he may test something out on you. He won’t do anything viral that’ll kill you, but something more minor. But, the second he realizes that he’s making it worse, it tears him apart. He had bad intentions at first, but it quickly dissolves into guilt when he realizes what he did.

-He’ll panic at first, fighting his impulsive thoughts, and eventually run to EJ for any sort of help. He knows he doesn’t have the mental capacity to help you at first, so he gets EJ to help out first. And once he gets the basics, he turns into a sweetheart. However, expect EJ to also keep an eye on you. Which Cody and you are both fine with, seeing as Cody can't be trusted with his thoughts.

-Though he messes up at first, he realizes that you are not a test subject and that you are his partner. It stems from his struggle to sympathize with humanity, thinking that it was okay. But, when you aren’t okay with it, he changes it. So feel free to ask anything of him. He is willing to do anything to atone for his actions.

-And if you get up from bed with something contagious, he’ll ask you politely to get back in bed but won’t try and stop you. Even though he wants to, he can’t bring himself to stop. On the other hand, EJ will most likely stop you and get you back to bed knowing Cody won't help.

-If after all of that, you ask him to cuddle, he won’t hesitate to do so. He’ll drop everything, even if he was working on a virus for the operator. He doesn’t care, he just wants to help you out. Though he’ll bring way too many blankets.

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[soft--dragon]

Okay I am genuinely filled with so many thoughts and emotions from the new episode of the Bad Batch so I wanna list some predictions for the upcoming episodes

spoilers for the most recent one of course <3

Prediction One: We know from episode 11 that Omega will most likely become a target, captured, and probably tortured/threatened to convince Nala Se to work for the Empire. I have a feeling she's going to be brought to the same place Crosshair is currently being held, and the two of them will end up in a cell together. Crosshair is extremely disorientated due to the (implied) experimentation he's been put through. Omega is wary of him, but is also worried due to Crosshair's shaken demeanour after the emotional whiplash he's been through. The two end up talking about things, and upon hearing about Crosshair's ordeal on the Outpost, Omega gives him a hug and Crosshair finally breaks down because this is the first positive contact he's had in months. During their imprisonment, Crosshair and Omega get taken for experimentation/torture, and Crosshair tries to protect Omega from being taken every time. This leads to him getting hurt a lot more and often given a drug that makes his sickly state worse, but he's going to do whatever he can to protect his little sister from these monsters. The Bad Batch team up with Rex and Echo to find their kid, and they locate Omega and Crosshair together in the cell on the Imperial base. Crosshair instantly shields her from the Batch, practically hissing as he tries to keep her safe from the threat his drugged mind is seeing. Omega is fast to reassure Crosshair and rushes to hug his other brothers, begging them to help the sniper who is practically on deaths door from the constant experimentation and drugging the Empire has put him through. The Bad Batch take their brother and Omega back with them, and Crosshair finally gets to go home

Prediction Two: The scientist is going to attempt to make Crosshair similar to that assassin clone we saw in episodes 7 & 8. He'll be put through more mental manipulation and in turn would be forced to be another puppet for the Empire to use against the Bad Batch. I am a firm believer that Crosshair still has his inhibiter chip, and the added mental strain from the scientist's experiments makes his psyche start to act out. He sees things that aren't there, he has severe headaches, and his thoughts blur together between "Obey the Empire" and "Betray the Empire". This leads to him having a massive mental spiral that leaves him broken and crying for his family to save him. (Episode 14 is called, "Tipping Point" so my ideas are stemming from that.) Crosshair's delirious state is how the Bad Batch find him; strapped down to a experimentation table and practically whimpering like a wounded animal while a cruel scientist continues to exploit his fractured mental state. Like the first prediction, they'd rescue him from that imperial base, and take him to where Rex and Echo are to remove the chip. (We've had a leaked image of Omega hugging Echo again, so it's confirmed they're gonna reunite at some point) They get Crosshair's chip removed and the sniper is experiencing severe signs of PTSD and is struggling to trust his brothers again, but at the same time he's so scared of being left alone again and doesn't want them to go. The Batch are all horrified of what the Empire has done to Crosshair, and are even more horrified with themselves that they let themselves believe that Crosshair wasn't still chipped. Expecting a lot of whump, angst and apologies here

Predication Three: Following the idea of the first predication where Crosshair and Omega end up in the same cell in the same base, instead Crosshair tries to escape with Omega without the Batch's help. They make it pretty far, getting to the landing bay before they're surrounded again, the squadron preparing to open fire. This is where the Bad Batch and the other freed clones ambush the base with gunships and blasters, intent on finding Omega and destroying all the copies of the Zillo Beast. Crosshair grabs Omega and runs with her to find cover, letting the others fight the imperials. When the landing zone is secured, Crosshair and Omega come out to find the Bad Batch. Expectedly, the boys are not trusting Crosshair all too much, but they are concerned from how many needle pricks there are on his neck, his almost sickly appearance and much skinnier frame. Omega tells them that Crosshair was helping her get out of the base, and it extends a very shaky olive branch to the other batchers. Crosshair wants in on the plan to blow up the base and the Zillo beasts inside, and this is where we finally get to see the entire Bad Batch fighting alongside each other; Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, Crosshair, Echo and Omega are all seamlessly taking down their enemies. This is the episode called Plan 99, with the entirety of Clone Force 99 kicking ass and taking names. Not sure how this episode would end but I think the finale is gonna have them all fighting together.

Those are my current thoughts for the upcoming episodes, and you can see the angst train is going as fast a as bullet. I do not trust Dave Filoni with my babies, he's gonna end up hurting them more /srs /lh

If anyone has any predictions feel free to add them onto this!! I'd love to hear how you guys are thinking the upcoming episodes will play out

[mintywolf]

A Long Road Home - Author Notes

Page 14

I’m so glad these two touch-starved neruodisasters found each other.

Regardless of how familiar you are with some of my other work you can probably guess who her is. It’s been 31 years since she’s had a hug and the last one ended VERY POORLY. :C And it’s been up to 8 years since anyone has voluntarily gone near Imogen.

I just realized I’ve been neglecting to make it clear that Pâté’s dialogue is actually coming from Laudna, oops. All his text bubbles have been pointing to him. (She’s just a really good ventriloquist, had a long time to practice.) But it’s an important distinction here because she’s using him to communicate while she’s too overwhelmed and uncomfortable to speak about herself. This is mostly extrapolation/headcanon on my part; although she does have him talk about her a few times in canon (mainly about his own origins) it isn’t because she was reluctant to do so herself. But I kinda wonder about the repercussions of him having his own voice now that he’s her familiar and not a puppet she can speak through, having that means of expression cut off from her.

I also want to take a moment to say that I’m really, truly touched by how warmly this comic has been received! It means a lot to me to know that people are looking forward to it every week.

When I was about middle school age I had to learn to curb my enthusiasm for my creative projects because I used to get in trouble when I got too excited or talkative about something I was interested in or working on. My mother would get not just impatient but punitively ANGRY about it. (Which hurt because at the time a lot of it wasn’t fandom but original stories and characters and worlds and mythologies that I’d created and was building with my friends.) She used to call me into her room and tell me “You just go on and on and ON” and that no one in the family wanted to hear it, and my friends weren’t really interested in all of this and were just humoring me. If she thought I was getting too obsessed with something she’d limit my access to it and didn’t let me visit my friends’ houses too often because she was afraid their parents would think I was weird. So I learned to keep how much I care about anything to myself. (In retrospect it’s now pretty obvious to me that there’s some undiagnosed neurodivergence here that she was just not equipped to parent, but at the time it was very damaging, especially since she didn’t treat my neurotypical siblings the same way and let them happily obsess over boybands and middle school drama.)

(And nowadays she’s pretty much chilled out about it, although I am still careful to hide my interests from her. She knows I have them, but she doesn’t know how deeply I’m involved or how much they mean to me. One notable exception was a few months ago when I came back from a convention where I’d cosplayed as Matilda and she wanted to know what my costume was and I couldn’t explain without delving into the seven layer cake of Backstory there, haha. But she was kind of bemusedly tolerant about it. Also if I emotionally damaged you at PAX Unplugged in Philadelphia last December, hi!)

All this is not to say Woe Is Me but to explain that to this day, every time, I have to punch through a wall of anxiety to put my work out there, especially something as emotionally charged and heartfelt as this, because I can’t interact with anyone without her voice in my head like Delilah freaking Briarwood telling me that no one else is really interested. I have a hard time participating in fandom spaces and discussions because even though I know we’re all there because we are rabid about the same thing I still worry that people aren’t going to care about what I have to say. Sometimes I’ll post on discord and then immediately delete it because I’m afraid I’m imposing even though I know I’m allowed to be there. :|

So, if you’re reading this, thank you. I love you! All of you!! It means so, so much to me to be creating something that is wanted and enjoyed. <3