#op woke up and chose violence

[indigovigilance]

I woke up this morning and chose violence.

[kandikyssis]

JIMMY EAT WORLD SAID THEYRE GONNA PLAY A SONG BY A SMALLER ARTIST THEY THINK DESERVES IT AND THEY PLAYED WE ARE NEVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER BY T*YL*R SW*FT AAAAAAAA

[signeficunt]

>tycker dannys låt är basic

>röstar på scarlet

make it make sense

[achahakyeon]

I think about this video every once in a while

[sunflowersoldat]

All is Fair~ In Chaos & Confessions

Chapter 15: In Chaos & Confessions

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Series Summary: Family is important, but so is the Family business. Everyone has secrets, some are deadly. Your the best in the business, but no one knows who you are. Tensions are high, will you raise the stakes or fold under the pressure?

Series Warning: 18+! Mentions of blood and violence, bad language words, smut, manipulation, gaslighting, death, trauma, please follow the warnings for each chapter.

Chapter warnings: 18+ Only! Violence and threats. Emotional trauma, Bad language words, mentions of death and physical trauma, stalking.

Pairing: Mob!Steve x Assassin!Stark!reader

A/N: no notes. Enjoy!

Several months ago, on the Red Star—

When Steve woke, your spot next to him was empty, but still warm, a soft smile lifted his lips, he knew where to find you. He made his way onto the deck, careful not to disturb you. You were sitting on the deck, your knees pulled close to your chest, watching the sunrise. You liked to do that, everytime he brought you out here, you were up before him, the harbor sunrise had always been a favorite of his, but watching you enjoy it was becoming his new favorite thing.

Slowly he situated himself behind you, pulling you close into his side, wrapping his arms around you, the two of you continued to watch the sun rise. 

His mind wandered, he couldn’t understand why you chose to stay in New York, when you could have gone anywhere, been anything or anyone,

“Angel, why do you stay here?”

You squirmed in his hold, before leaning back again, “Where else am I to go?”

He frowned, “Anywhere, you could go anywhere your heart desired, why did you stay?”

A soft sight left your lips, “New York needs my help just as much as anywhere else does. Besides, if I hadn’t stayed, I wouldn’t have met you.” you turned in his grip, soft eyes meeting his. Steve’s heart melted, damn it you were too good for him, too damn good to be with a beast like him. 

“Is there anywhere you want to go? I mean you have me now, and Steven can take care of the museum. How about we go somewhere?” 

“Everywhere. As long as you are with me, I’ll go anywhere Stevie. Just say the word.”

His heart swelled, as soon as he had the situation under control here, he would take you everywhere.

He knew he would eventually ruin you, but what if he didn’t… 

What if you made him better? Was it worth the chance? —

Steve sat there at his desk, frozen. 

Yes he had been angry with you, downright nearly killed you, but he didn’t, couldn’t. He stared at the newspaper in front of him, the headline carving out a piece of his soul; Stark Sibling & Beloved Museum Curator Found Dead in Brooklyn Harbor!

Tony promised him, promised he would keep you at the mansion, keep you safe. He opened the little drawer of his desk and pulled out a small velvet box no bigger than the palm of his hand, clutching it tightly he forced down the tears that threatened his eyes. 

Slowly he opened it, the delicate diamond ring glittered in the darkness, he sighed softly as he placed the tiny box on his desk. Resting his chin in his hand he lost himself in thought. I had been you last night at Subatomic, the pit in his stomach yawned open, threatening to swallow him whole.

So many things he should have told you, so many words left unsaid.

He never should have gone to the warehouse, or let you talk to your brother that night, whatever he had told you sent you over the edge. He should have just ran with you, left town like he wanted to, left the business to Bucky and disappeared.

The ring sat in front of him, sparkling with all the future moments you could have had together. He should have asked you a long time ago…

He hadn’t heard Bucky enter the room, his throat clearing as he stared at him from across the room. Slowly Steve met his gaze, Bucky’s mouth opening, but Steve only shook his head, his gaze falling back to the ring.

“No business today Buck.”

Bucky frowned when his gaze wandered down to the open ring box on Steve’s desk, body tensing, “Sorry Punk, but the cops are here. They won't leave until they speak to you…”

Steve’s gaze snapped to Bucky’s, “I don’t know anything about her being found in the harbor.”

He could feel Bucky’s gaze harden, burning into him, but he ignored it. Bucky would never understand. Steve couldn’t do it, he could hear the hurt in your voice every time you threatened him, they were empty threats, if you really wanted her dead, you would have pulled the trigger in the warehouse. It was like he was staring at a giant puzzle, but he was missing half the pieces, he needed to find those pieces.

Bucky swallowed, his voice barely a whisper, “How’d her body get from the woods into the harbor?” The tension in the room grew unbearably thick. Steve swallowed thickly, avoiding Bucky’s gaze,

“Because her body was never in the woods.”

—

Bucky already knew the answer, but he wanted to hear Steve admit to it. To admit he lied, not only to him, but his entire family, “Then where did you put it Steven? Where did you put her dead body?”

He wasn’t sure how your body made it to the surface, the giant cinder block he attached to the chain should have been more than enough to hold you down there for months if not years, this whole situation stunk, like rotten fish, he intended to get to the bottom of it. But first he needed to play it cool with Steve.

“There was no body Buck…” Steve paused for a long moment, his gaze far away, like he was trying to find the words, “I couldn’t kill her.” Steve’s voice broke at the end, Bucky’s heart stuttered in his chest, he had killed you out of revenge and to ensure Steve’s safety, but now he was questioning his own choices… Steves gaze dropped back to the ring on his desk,

“I should have asked her a long time ago, Buck. Maybe I coulda saved her.”

Bucky bit his tongue, fuckfuckfuck, shaking his head he stepped closer to Steve, resting his hand on his shoulder, “She would have killed you, Punk. Those assassins are bloodthirsty, they only care about the money.” He thought back to your words last night, how you threatened to make Steve beg for death, and it only strengthened his resolve, it was the right choice.

Before Steve could respond, the door to his office opened, and two female officers walked in.

—

Steve’s head snapped to the doorway, two officers walked into his office, one he recognized from the last time they questioned him, “Detective Sharon Carter.” he greeted.

The blonde nodded her head in greeting, motioning towards her new partner, “This is Detective Jane Foster, Mr. Rogers…” her gaze landed on the newspaper on his desk, then to the ring, her face softening, finally her gaze found his again, “We won’t take much of your time, just a couple of questions–”

Steve sighed, “I don’t know anything about Stark’s sister, I haven't seen her in a month, she was supposed to be out of the country…” 

Carter shook her head, “Oh, we aren’t here for Carbonell, Coulson is heading that case… We are here about Captain Peggy Carter, sir.”

He frowned, looking between the two detectives, “Why would I know anything about Carter?”

Sharon pursed her lips, lifting an evidence bag, she placed it onto his desk, “Well, for starters, this,” Steve picked up the bag, a matte black playing card lay within it, he assumed it was one of yours, “was found on her body. And considering you have been the latest mark for the Ace of Spades, we figured you might be able to shed some light on the situation.”

Steve looked from the card back up to Carter, “That’s not possible. The Ace of Spades is dead, I–”

This time the new detective, Foster, interrupted him, “Obviously not. Looks like they are still at large, first your girlfriend, then Carter… we just don’t know the connection between you and Carter—”

Steve stood from his seat, his jaw clenched as he glared at the new detective, a mouthy bitch, wasn’t she. He gave Sharon a warning look, “Sorry. I’m afraid I don’t have any information that would be of help to you. Barnes, please see our guests out.” 

Detective Foster sneered, “Withholding information is a criminal offense, Rogers. I can have you arrested.”

A challenging smirk lifted his lips, as his eyes met hers, “I look forward to it Detective Foster…” he turned his gaze to Sharon, he could tell she was pissed, her jaw clenched nostrils flaring, “I’m sorry for your loss Detective Carter.”

She tilted her head, the faintest flicker of shock in her eyes, “Thank you sir.”

Detective Foster growled as Bucky ushered them out the door. 

The moment the door closed, he dialed Bucky.

 He picked up on the first ring, ‘This is Barnes.’

“I need you to have Dugan tail her.”

‘Way ahead of ya boss.’

There was a long moment of silence, Steve could hear the door shut on the other end, 

‘You think she’s dirty?’

“I think she’s protected.”

Bucky hummed on the other end, ‘Would explain her threatening you.’

Steve’s phone began to ring, it was Stark, “Buck I gotta go.” He didn't wait for a response, before hanging up and answering Tony.

“Stark I–”

‘You motherfucker! I swear I will kill you–’

“Tony, listen, I… It wasn’t me–”

‘Bullshit! If not you then who?! Huh?’ 

Steve remained silent for a moment, to be honest, he didn’t have an answer, he was just as lost as Tony was. His heart was broken, he genuinely didn’t want you dead, he beat himself up every day, he couldn’t believe he had allowed his men to touch you. Let alone beat you. He would never forgive himself for that, but this, this wasn’t him.

‘That’s what I thought Rogers, you don’t have a scapegoat this time. If it wasn’t you, it was one of your men.’ Tony’s voice broke, but the rage still clipped each word, ‘She just wanted to go home.’

Steve sighed, “Tony I give you my word, I didn’t have anything to do with this.”

‘You think your word means anything to me?!’ Tony growled, ‘Mark my words Rogers, you are a dead man, you just don’t know it yet. I let my parents’ death slide, but not my sister’s.’

Steve was taken back, his parents’ death? Did Tony think he had something to do with that? He was so confused, but it made sense, it would explain why you suddenly had no qualms with killing him, “Tony you have it–”

‘Save it Rogers. My sister may have failed, but I will kill you.’

—

12 hours ago—

The commotion at the bar had Steve leaving Peggy sitting alone at their private booth, Fuck she really needed to give him this information. Growling, she watched him fly down the stairs, chasing whoever he thought he saw. Pulling out her phone, she dialed him, but it went to voicemail. A moment later a text came through;

‘Meet another day, I have bigger problems. Sorry.’

Goddamn it! She frantically typed a message back:

‘THIS can’t wait!’

He didn’t respond, rising from her seat, she made her way to the front exit, keeping her purse clutched tight to her, the gun inside the only measure of safety. Steve’s men were gone, they must’ve been chasing whoever that masked woman was. 

Being in the bar with Steve meant no one was dumb enough to attack her, but he wasn't here now, she was free game for anyone to pick off, cautiously Peggy made her way to her car parked a few blocks away, she hadn’t expected to walk to her car alone.

As she rounded the corner where her squad car was parked, another silhouette emerged from the car in front of hers, 

“Captain Peggy Carter?”

Peggy recognized the voice, releasing the breath she had been holding, “Jesus, Jane you scared the shit outta me…” Peggy’s brows furrowed, “What are you doing here?”

Jane looked around the darkened street, “I was responding to a call.”

Peggy shook her head, eyes narrowing, Jane was never stationed on this side of town, Peggy slid her hand into her purse, palming her revolver, “What call?”

Jane looked at her incredulously, “It came over the radio, a ‘10-34-S’. I was the closest officer on patrol.”

Peggy took a step backward, “I haven't heard any gunfire…” this didn’t feel right, she needed to get out of here, she kept her calm, shrugging, “Must’ve been a miscall.”

Jane shook her head, “ ‘fraid not boss.”

Peggy drew her revolver, aiming at Jane, but it was too late.

—

Bang

Carter’s knees buckled, sending her to the ground, the wound on her chest blooming a deep shade of red. Jane’s lips curled into a smile as she stood above her, 

“Nice shot Val.”

The woman that was standing behind Carter came closer to admire her handiwork, a wicked grin splitting her lips. “Stuff it Foster, where’s the card?”

Jane pulled the black card and evidence bag from her coat, ripping the bag open, she pulled the Ace of Spades card out, flipping it in her gloved fingers, before tossing it down onto Carter’s bleeding chest. Carter’s breathing came in quick shallow gasps, her face whitening from blood loss. Jane leaned down, “My boss says when you get to hell, to tell Odin and the Starks ‘hello.’”

—

16 hours later-

You wake slowly, your breaths sharp and short, not filling your lungs the way you are used to, your throat and lungs feel like they are on fire. Slowly lifting your heavy eyelids, you scan the room, it’s not somewhere you recognize, Hell, or Purgatory perhaps?  Your memories are still foggy, but you could have sworn you died, flashes of Barnes glaring down at you cross your mind, the distinct sound of metal scraping concrete screeches through your memory. Then it's cold and wet, so cold you could swear death itself was grasping onto your body and soul. 

An eloquent voice pulled your attention to a figure tucked into the corner chair, a newspaper hiding his face, “Good evening Wraith, Darling.” 

You scowled, “Excuse me? You must be mistaken, I’m—”

The figure lowered the newspaper, prowling towards you, his green eyes glittering, as he placed the newspaper onto the nightstand next to you, “You’re dead, Darling…” 

Your eyes widened, snapping to the newspaper, the headline reading: Stark Sibling & Beloved Museum Curator Found Dead in Brooklyn Harbor!

“Welcome to the Other Side.”

—

@dontbescaredtosingalong @texan-tazzy @tianamontag @daiseychaindisaster @silently-killing-you @buckyfan12 @leyannrae @justlovelifeblog @austynparksandpizza @captainson-of-coul @betareader7 @vicmc624 @bigphattygyal

[choklitfroggie]

OP woke up and chose unimaginable violence

[mylittlesecrethaven]

I Am So Glad I Don't Do Co-Op

Have y'all seen that shit with Kaveh? Somebody woke up and chose violence, I swear. But yeah, I'm so glad I don't do co-op.

[ourmondobongo]

TODAY PEOPLE WILL BE REMINDED WHY HANJI GODDAMN ZOË IS A KWEEN WHO NEVER GIVES UP NO MATTER THE OVERWHELMING PRESSURE UPON THEIR BACK

SHE WEARS THE FUCKING WINGS OF FREEDOM AND THEY MIGHT GET HEAVY TO SPREAD UNDER THE RAIN BUT.HANJI.NEVER.BACK.AWAY.IN. THE.FACE.OF.DANGER.TO.PROTECT.THEIR.BELOVED.ONES.

[goodlucktai]

Hi! I love your works! 71 + 72 for Luffy and Jinbei?

PROMPTS LIST

71. “I’m going to protect you.”

smile again

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As a watchdog journalist, Jinbei's work takes him everywhere. He isn't always in the best position to receive phone calls. Sometimes, depending on what story his group decides to chase after and what far-flung corner of the world it leads them to, Jinbei goes weeks without internet access.

By the time he gets news of the accident, Luffy has been out of the hospital for a month and Ace has been dead just as long.

Jinbei has to go home.

His colleagues-- a group of solid, hard-working people he's known for going on twenty years, has worked with on the field and off, in smoke and fire and claustrophobic office spaces-- are entirely understanding.

Tiger drives him to a small airport, the truck bouncing along a bumpy gravel road. There's a single, hastily-packed duffel in the bed of the pickup. Jinbei isn't even sure what he shoved in there, having only made one mindless pass through his room. He would have left without his passport if Hatchan hadn't shoved it into his hands on his way out the door.

"It may be time for me to retire," Jinbei says aloud. His mind is ebbing and rising like a tide, a vast ocean of grief. Thoughts go bobbing away like loose buoys before he can get a grasp on them.

All he can think of is the last video-call he made home, over a month ago now. Ace and Luffy, pressed cheek-to-cheek so they'd both fit in-frame, competitive in all things and unwilling to take turns, even as Jinbei laughingly promised he had plenty of time to talk.

They made him promise to call again soon. He meant to.

"Don't worry about us over here," Tiger says. His eyes are on the road, hands tight around the steering wheel. He carries Jinbei's grief like it's his own. "Just worry about your boy."

His boy, Jinbei thinks. Not by blood or by law, certainly, but by something less quantifiable than that. Those scrappy kids that spilled into his yard one muggy summer evening, hiding in the hedges from their well-antagonized CPS caseworker and somehow claiming a piece of Jinbei's heart from the moment he first laid eyes on them.

Ace was so angry back then, and Luffy was so easily frightened, and they clung to each other in a practiced way, as if they were so used to the world trying to claw them apart that they didn't expect anything else, even from a perfect stranger. They didn't seem to know what to do with kindness. Ace watched Jinbei like a hawk for weeks, long after Luffy warmed up to him. His trust, when he finally gave it, felt like a prize.

Jinbei was working long, unpredictable hours, and knew it wouldn't be fair to drag two children into his household if he couldn't afford them the time and care they deserved-- but after school? Weekends? Holidays? Those he gave up freely.

His days gained some semblance of routine again, for the fist time since he finished college. His kitchenware came down from the cupboard, the pockmarked kitchen table was often set for three. He made dinner at home, more than he ate in the office with his colleagues.

Hell, his colleagues ate dinner with him at home more often, too. Within an hour of meeting the boys, each of Jinbei's friends, to a man, would have taken a bullet for either of them, no questions asked.

The sense of structure did wonders for the brothers. With a safe place to return to when they needed it, and someone to fall back on, Ace stopped looking at every potential foster home as if it was a threat. Luffy came out of his shell, bolder with each new day. He made a friend in the village, a boy with vivid green eyes, and they hardly spent a moment apart.

They were finally placed with a couple who lived nearby. Shanks was wry and good-natured, and Benn had the patience of a saint. After a few weeks, when Jinbei asked how they were settling in, his worries were soothed: Luffy clearly adored them, and even Ace grudgingly admitted they weren't so bad.

And when the time came, and Ace applied for emancipation as well as custody of his brother, he had a small army in his corner. A patchwork family collected in little bits and pieces, ready to support him through anything.

"I will always be here for you both," Jinbei had promised him, countless times. "You'll never be alone as long as I'm alive."

"Thank you," Ace said, a little bashful. But he was so pleased, and so full of hope for the future, and he said, "I'll feel better, knowing someone's around to look after Luffy if I can't."

He immediately got shouted down by his entire strange extended pseudo-family for daring to suggest they'd ever let anything happen to him, and it made him laugh so brightly, and now the memory sticks like needles in Jinbei's throat.

Tiger hugs him hard before Jinbei boards the plane. In the back of his mind, where there is a tiny corner free from drowning, Jinbei can't help but wonder when he'll see his friend again.

He keeps thinking of that last video call. He can't remember everything they talked about. He doesn't think he said enough. He almost certainly didn't tell Ace everything he deserved to hear. Foolishly, he assumed there would be another time.

He's learned from this. He won't take it for granted any more.

"Call me when you land," Tiger says. "Give the monkey our love."

"I will," Jinbei replies. His heart is so heavy he doesn't know how he manages the steps onto the plane. He doesn't know how the pilot manages to lift them up from the tarmac. It's a wonder they aren't sinking, straight through the earth.

Nami and Usopp are waiting for him at the airport, wide-awake even though it's well past two o'clock in the morning. They're familiar to Jinbei from the stories Luffy has told him, from the numerous video calls they've bullied their way into over the years, and the handful of birthdays and holidays Jinbei was able to make it home for.

"Luffy wanted to come with us to pick you up, but he fell asleep," Usopp says, apropos of nothing, as they're waiting for their Uber. "Sanji said it was a small miracle, and Zoro looked like he was going to hunt us for sport if we even thought about waking him up, so--"

"He hasn't been sleeping, then?" Jinbei asks quietly.

"After he came home, he was on some pretty heavy meds, and he slept a lot," Nami says. Her arms are folded tight against her chest in the nighttime chill, her eyes trained somewhere far away. "But he had bad dreams and he would wake up disoriented. Now he fights sleep tooth and nail."

"We've all sort of become the insomnia squad," Usopp pipes up. "Thank god I'm not taking any classes this summer."

"Sanji's gotten really good at making lattes," Nami adds with a small smile. "Wait till you see his shiny new espresso machine."

"I'm like eight-five percent sure he stole it from the Baratie."

Jinbei listens to their chatter, feeling at once anchored by them and adrift at sea. It makes sense that they would be ahead of him. They've been here all this time, practically from the moment of the accident, facing it with all the bravery and endurance of sailors in a typhoon. Jinbei, meanwhile, had been living in an unchanged world.

For the last month, Ace has been dead. How many times had Jinbei thought about him? Mentioned him to a friend? How many times had Jinbei wrongly said his name in the present-tense?

The house is warmly-lit when they arrive, but quiet. An old blue Irish wolfhound greets them at the door, wagging his tail. Robin looks up from the papers she has spread out on the coffee table and smiles. Chopper is fast asleep beside her, his head on her shoulder. Behind them, Jinbei can see Sanji at work in the kitchen, shaping dough. Something is baking that smells of cinnamon and apples.

They weren't kidding about their sleep schedules being a mess.

"Hello, Jinbei. It's good to see you," Robin says. Her voice is soft, in deference to the sleeping teenager. "Luffy is asleep, but you can see him if you like."

"Please," Jinbei replies hoarsely.

"I'll take him," Nami says. "Usopp, would you bring his bag to the guest bedroom?"

"'Course," Usopp replies, but he makes a detour into the kitchen first.

Nami takes Jinbei's hand and leads him toward the stairs. "I feel really stupid about this, but I was so angry at you," she admits as they make their way up. "It's hardly the first time we haven't been able to contact you, and I know why that is. But-- I don't know, I think I was going crazy. I wanted Luffy to have everything he wanted. I wanted everyone who loved him to be here every time he woke up. So I-- so there might be some angry emails waiting for you, but please don't hate me for it."

"I won't even read them," Jinbei promises gravely, his heart cleaved clean in two. "I can't imagine how-- how hard it must have been. I-- if I had gotten the messages sooner-- "

"I know," Nami assures him, pausing outside a closed bedroom door. "Franky spoke to you like six hours ago, and you're already here. You dropped everything to be here. We know the kind of person you are."

She stands up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek, and Jinbei bends to accommodate her, the same way he does for Koala. Then Nami reaches out and pushes open the door.

Zoro is awake, sitting against the headboard with his phone in hand and earphones in, and his eyes are as bright and sharp now as they were when he was a child. He looks up when the door opens, and seems to relax when he sees Jinbei stepping in behind Nami.

"Go to sleep," Nami whispers, pointing at the second bed across the spacious room.

"Don't tell me what to do," Zoro replies, just as quiet, but he pulls his earphones out and extracts himself from the bed with all the exacting precision of a bomb disposal technician. Nami takes him by the arm, helping him get up so carefully that the mattress hardly moves. It's such a well-practiced maneuver that Jinbei thinks he honestly might cry.

"If one of you would stay for a bit, I'll grab a shower," Zoro says.

"Sure, stinky," Nami says, nudging him toward the door. "Jinbei?"

He nods, unsure of what he's agreeing to. Now that he's finally next to Luffy, nothing else seems to exist. He sinks into the chair beside the bed, only half-aware of Nami and Zoro leaving. Their murmured conversation is cut off by the closing door. The room is silent, save for the gentle, unobtrusive sound of Luffy's steady breathing.

He's lost weight since Jinbei saw him last. There are shadows on his face that don't belong there. He looks both older and younger than he has any right to, even now, when his face is untroubled and slack with sleep.

"Hello, little monkey," Jinbei says. His voice is quiet, but it still breaks. He's crying, he realizes, thick tears rolling down his face with abandon. "I'm sorry it took me so long."

He thinks of two little boys, spilling into his life on accident, taking up room in his home and his heart as if they always belonged there. They weren't his, not really, but he loved them anyway. Loves them still.

"I'm here now," he whispers. His hands are shaking. "I'm going to protect you, like I promised. I'm here, Ace. Please believe me, wherever you are. I won't fail you again."

[cryptidunknown]

Modern BATIM AU where Sammy Lawrence is an antimasker and conspiracy theorist who uses the word “sheeple”

[pathetic-dumpling]

Foolish Has Been Indoctrinated Back Into The Cycle Of Violence And It’s Quackity’s Fault /rp

FULL DISCLAIMER! OP IS A DREAM APOLOGIST! If that makes you comfortable feel free to scroll by! (obviously, this has c!Quackity neg and discussions of the Red Banquet and manipulation/abuse)

I want to preface this post by saying that I won’t be talking about L’sandburg and Foolish’s parallels with Dream- that’ll be a separate post all on its own- but about Foolish and his relationship with the server. Particularly how he’s been a bit of an oddball concerning his stance on things like life and death.

Foolish is the one, gleaming exemption from the cycle of violence that’s taken hold of the server. In fact, when he first joined, he specifically stated that he wouldn’t kill any players (this no longer holds 100% true, but it’s important to note that every “death” at his hands has been purely for comedy. Foolish has yet to actually take lives in the present lore and expresses reservations about it.) This may have been from the lasting guilt of his past actions, but it was still something incredibly unique about Foolish. For a server that is built on blood and death, Foolish has refused both of those things, and this is noted specifically as something odd about him (or something to be insulted on, in the Egg’s case).

Another way Foolish stands out from the rest is that he actually found a healthy way to cope. He’s stated several times, both after getting killed by the Egg and confronting Quackity (Foolish doesn’t have a VOD channel so excuse my use of clip channels), that he uses building as a way to cope with his need for control. He recognized that his past affinity for violence did nothing but hurt people and couldn’t get him what he wanted. So Foolish turned to happy, healthy strategies to manage that need. He started building, which still allows him control over his actions and his areas, but also serves as a huge creative and emotional outlet for him. (This is most obvious back when he was working on the mansion. Foolish would get really worked up over things, but he also got incredibly excited to share his work.) In fact, he makes these points a big part of why he refuses to believe that the Egg is right.

So what role does Quackity play in all of this? Well. Quackity let him die in the Red Banquet.

Foolish woke up in his temple, scared and confused with his entire perception of his life shattered. He’s immortal. He’s not supposed to die. He is supposed to be strong. He doesn’t remember what happened for a hot second, still trying to grasp the concept of death and limbo when those never should’ve applied to him. He’s scared of death and what happened to him. The Egg actually gets into his head and challenges his ideologies-- something Quackity does later on, too. It was Quackity’s conscious choice to put Foolish through that. It was Quackity’s decision to inflict that upon Foolish, to destroy Foolish’s perception of who he is and what he stands for, just for a chance to get Foolish to join his country. It was Quackity who chose to inflict Foolish with that trauma, which we clearly see him struggling with when Quackity drops by to try to recruit Foolish to Las Nevadas.

I’m not sure Quackity knew what the Egg was going to tell Foolish, but it worked pretty damn well to make him emotionally vulnerable and susceptible to whatever the hell Quackity had to say.

Not to mention how Quackity talks down to Foolish. Quackity insults Foolish’s home, the place he’d spent months on, claiming that it was empty and hollow, despite it feeling more like a home than anything Quackity was ever a part of. An empty shell, he called it. He comes into Foolish’s home, after putting him through all of that, to insult him. To challenge his ideologies (“you need to go back to the old ways”), to dig into the past Foolish is so obviously trying to distance himself from, to dig into everything Foolish doesn’t want to be anymore, and for all intents and purposes calls Foolish pathetic for finding a better way to live his life. Foolish is audibly disturbed when Quackity brings up his past. It’s not something he wants to go back to or something he wants to talk about.

Quackity reduced the value of Foolish’s life to nothing more than a recruit for Las Nevadas. He smiles and nearly laughs as he tells Foolish he watched him die. Quackity tells him that he’s worth nothing. That he’s an empty shell of a person, that even though he’s to be feared on the outside, he’s really just a builder. He places Foolish’s value as a person as only something valid through his perspective. (Notice how Quackity says, “I did it for you” and then immediately jumps to “... because I wanted a better version of you.” It doesn’t matter to him that Foolish was happy with the life he was living.) He reduces Foolish to nothing and tells him that he’ll only be something with Las Nevadas. And Foolish, now insecure and traumatized, buys into it. After everything Quackity did and said, Foolish is left wondering was Quackity right? (Honestly, that clip is so Huge. Those seconds of unsure silence before Foolish finally voices what’s been weighing on his mind… chef kiss.)

He belittles Foolish and antagonizes him once he becomes rightfully upset. He intentionally puts Foolish in a situation that goes against his beliefs for his own personal gain. He smiles when Foolish snaps at him but throws his trident to the side. He isn’t listening to what Foolish has to say. He doesn't care because he’s gotten the answer he wants.

Honestly, just rewatch Quackity’s entire visit to Foolish. The way Quackity addresses Foolish is so fascinating. The way he disregards everything Foolish says until he gets the answers he wants is such a power move. It’s really not that long, but it’s such a good character study on Quackity and Foolish. C!Quackity, my absolute beloathed you are so good at what you do.

So Foolish, ultimately, joins Las Nevadas. He signs the contract. He falls into what Quackity wants for him. Bloodshed, fear, power. He drags Foolish back into the cycle of violence because he dares to break away from it. Because he dares rebel from the thing keeping Las Nevadas afloat. Conflict. Fear. Torture. Without Quackity’s influence, he never would’ve bought into it again.

(I do a bit more thematic analysis and theorizing after this)

Foolish was a threat to the cycle of violence, so he needed to be dragged back in, kicking and screaming. The only thing you need for a cycle to break is for enough people to decide they’ve suffered enough and decided to end it with themselves. (Small side note, but this is why I love Technoblade and the Syndicate so much. They’re all victims of this cycle. They’ve all suffered, and they’re all hurting, but they’ve decided that they’ve had enough. They strive to break this cycle for themselves and for others, too. I love them, and I’m so happy for them.) Foolish was the first exception to this rule and is notably one of the only open exceptions. (It’s not that Techno isn’t open about his current ideologies, but he lives in the arctic and rarely talks to people outside the Syndicate, so most people don’t know about his change of heart.)

Sure there are a few people who haven’t killed on the SMP, but there are even fewer that express an active avoidance of it. Overall, it made Foolish a threat because he was the first person to break away from these things. He was the first who dared to find a better outlet for his pain. It’s a very uncommon thing that made Foolish stand out, and even more so as the vastness of his power is slowly revealed, along with his past.

TL;DR, I hate the way Quackity talks to and treats Foolish. I want him to get his nasty fucking hands off my streamer and his healthy coping mechanisms.

[ralith]

People who describe bayOP as a "Psychopath" will forever irk me and i feel like they don't see his character beyond his "Give me your face" actions

These people refuse to accept any version of OP that isn't a pacifist or their favorite dad!Prime.

Bay!OP got shit done and did what had to be done no matter the cost because inaction and stagnation would have cost them more. Could he have gone about doing things differently? Sure, but in the case of the bay!Con's, they woke up and chose violence for the rest of their lives and you can't sit down to mediate talks with people like that.

[pencil-of-ashes]

Genshin co-ops but we woke up and chose violence

[tay6119]

Beach Episode BEACH EPISODE

ALRIGHT, it is time.

Finally off work and I have my snacks and way too much energy so here’s your tales of the SMP recap even thought I’m probably the last person to watch it at this point.

I hope it’s better than the last one :,)

I’m sorry this is so so long, I couldn’t help myself...

- Just wanna start by saying Karl is a real one for putting these together and putting in so much work. Great way to include less lore affiliated people

- I LOVE THEIR SKINS THEY’RE REALLY CUTE ESPECIALLY BBH

- Sapnap’s skin went from cute to like lowkey hot

- d r e a m’s skin... at least he dressed up this time

- Gog being sad to get those pity points as usual /lh

- “we’re supposed to be having fun Dream leave me alone” “I am having fun”

- basically a manhunt, but it’s off brand

- KARL’S SKIN IS SO CUTE OMG

- “wHaT cOuLd iT PoSsIbLy mEaN” more great acting from Dream

- all of them saying woah at once was really cute to me idk why-

- Dream just wants to kill everyone, staying on brand for C!Dream

- treasure hunt treasure hunt treasure hunt

- Anti-Gogy propaganda

- Karl really thought they would all work together no questions asked

- These are always so chaotic but i love it sm, nice break from everything in regular lore

- “now that George is gone”

- “I always hate you Dream”

- “George and Dream stop fighting”

- Karl is trying so hard to continue the story but everyone is just-

- “from the top you’re going to make it drop” “why does that sound familiar” BBH PLEASE

- George and dream can’t leave each other alone oml

- “there’s a prize for people rping” “what if my character is a serial killer” DREAM PLEASE

- They all fell to their deaths trying to jump off the lighthouse and into the water

- “get maximum... air”

- GEORGE that’s a volleyball

- Ranboo just straight up being drowned out by everyone else :,)

- “Ranboo read it” KARL U READ MY MIND EVEN THO IM WATCHING THIS ACTOR THE FACT

- Ranboo getting into it and like lowkey doing a voice

- “dream we’re walking together” George sounds so whiny lmfao /lh

- SAPNAP’S PIRATE VOICE

- BAD’S PIRATE VOICE

- Manifesting a gogy pirate voice even tho it won’t happen

- Dream leaving the area halfway through bad leaving shows his speedrun genes

- Chat participation :00

- THE TWITCH PRIME PROMO

- “none, we get zero” DREAM PLEASE

- “Ranboo do you think they love you enough” “no” RANBOO HAD NO HESITATION

- “It says, Sapnap is a nimrod” GEORGE PLEASE

- ALSO GEORGE’S PIRATE VOICE LETS GOOOOO

- Ranboo coming in clutch

- “Why is Dream killing everyone” “I’m not killing everyone” yeah George, he’s just killing you

- My two favs George and Ranboo boating away together <33

- I braved chat and someone said “GO MEMORY BOY GO”

- Now every time George fake cries/goes all sad boi I can’t stop thinking about Dream saying he does it to get pity and it always works lmfao

- “log off if you’re not up for it” Dream, George, and Sapnap all leave guys dteam ship is canon now 

- Bad dies in lava “don’t worry I saved the book”

- George being all giggly and not paying attention while him and Dream fight ahh I’m soft

- Dream in a boat what will he do

- Dream is muted and didn’t realize

- George yells for Dream to come back to take him with ahhhhhh

- Sapnap screaming “arggggg”

- “did he fail rp??”

- “Oh my arggg”

- “me and dream, me and dream are gonna win”

- “Dream and George forever for a hundred years” GOG I CANT TAKE IT STOP

- Chat spamming DNF omg

- “Dream woke up and chose violence”

- Dream tries to kill George and then Sapnap hits him and Dream dies instead

- “ALL MY BOATS”

- KARL COVERED THE CHEST WITH SAND

- Sapnap and Ranboo duo is something we needed

- SAPNAP AND RANBOO HAVE ME SCREAMING THEYRE EVERYTHING

- “you know saying muffinhead really throws off the pirate vibe yee got going”

- Gogy gets all hype cause he find it and makes happy noises I LOVE HIM

- George is an attention whore /lh

- George becomes scottish

- “when we get back to the mainland we kill George” surprising not Dream, but BBH

- George has less of a sense of direction than I do,,, and that’s saying a lot

- Ranboo woke up and chose violence

- Dream why u so obsessed with Gog

- Sapnap and Ranboo continue to be iconic

- Dream stop speedrunning this is rp

- Audience chooses who wins lmfaooo if Ranboo doesn’t win I’ll be so upset, him or Sapnap, but RANBOO

- “it would be really funny if I won” SHUT UP DREAM

- SAPNAP CALLED RANBOO HIS PARTNER IN CRIME LET’S GOOOO

- george and dream using console to kill each other

- DREAM SOUNDS SO WHIPPED WHEN HE SAYS “George I’ll give you one more chance”

- George mimicking Dream ujhytgrfed

- THEY REALLY STOLE THE THING AS SOON AS KARL LEFT

- CORINNA GIFTED SUBS BRUH

- Dream you don’t have the right to be calling anyone a simp

- “how many subs for a whitelist” RANBOO PLEASE

- “you cannot stab my partner with yee fist”

- “I am duck beard”

- RANBOO WON WITH 73% LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOO

- “piggy mcpiggy foot” GEORGE PLEASE

- “everybody’s less violent now” yeah ok

- KARLNAP KISS

- RANBOO GETS 50 GIFTED SUBS WOOOOO, HE ALSO GETS THE SWORD WOOOOO it’s hella op lmao, 

- 20 subs for everyone there, i love u Karl u are blessed

- “he has the sword don’t kill him RUN”

- Ranboo is literally the best i love him T_T

- Ranboo gets banned LMFAO “reason: oof”

if you actually read that all... wow

[shadowthestoryteller]

I’ll be blunt

This story is nothing more than me being OP af and bullying Bane to tears

That’s it

I woke up and chose violence 

[apparently-i-like-mcyts-now]

HHHHH IM LATE

TFTSMP: Haunted Mansion liveblog

oooh tubbo and ranboo are twins JFIDOKE

dream is francis?? okey

PORKUMS FJJSIWKJEF NOOO

OH MY GOD THIS IS ACTUALLY REALLY FUNNY

Francis really wants to fight man,,,

Gump!!!

3 and a half stars airbnb lets go

Francis really wants to throw hands

truth or dare??

oh its duck duck goose

GOTTA GO FAST

god the foreshadowing

ASH IS A GAMBLER JFJFIOSOW

all of them trash talking karl,, L

noooo gump is getting bullied :[

NOOOO GUMP

FRANCIS LMAO

He TOOK A SHOWER LAST MONTH???????

HUH GLATT????

BAD DECISIONS JGJFIOSOWKD ASH AND ZACHARY ARE THE BEST

chat going fragrance man

GLATT

the twins are the best characters fight me

GLATT IS A LANDLORD

"WHAT IS THAT STUPID HAT"

also mantopia????

THE TWINS GOD I LOVE THEM HHHHHH

rash,,,,, god

ASH REALLY DOESNT WANT TO STAND UP

ZACHARY,,,, ICONIC

GEORGE IS STILL RUNNING,,,,

GLATT,,,,,

"hes got stick knees",,,, the twins

porkums is 36 years old

poor gump nooo

uh,,,

bitcoin,,,

and glatt is once again an alcoholic

gump and rash,,, what are these names

ZACHARY IS THE BEST BOI

OH DAMN THE BUILDS,,,

the twins in the background

"My castle"

oh gosh the builds,,,

francis Really wants to throw hands

hhhhhh what the hell??

SCHLATT'S LAUGH JFOEOWOD

WHAT IS THE VERY SPECIAL BUTTON

THE TWINS IN THE BACKGROUND HFJDKEKG

(take a shot of water everytime i talk abt the twins)

"HE'S SENILE" OH MY GOD

"All the cool kids were doing it, i just wanna be popular :["

"BYE CONNER" "HAVE FUN" TWINS

connor is gone crabrave

"SIMP"

they dipped UDUSIIQJWKF

FRANCIS IS SUCH A DICK FJJDJEJEJF

SCHLATT IS SO FUNNY???

the twins really are the best

PORKUMS,,,,,,

THE TWINS REALLY WANT CANDY, HUH?

ZACHARY SUPREMACY

porkums is gone crabrave

the twins want haribos

"Connor brought us all together--where are they going?"

HFJDIKSJEKFI HE FELLL RASH NOOOO

THE TWINS,,,,

GUMP NOOO

nvm scchlatt saved him

ZACHARY AND ASH'S COMMENTARY IS SO FUNNY TO ME

NOOOOO GUMP

mans

"We should invest in landmines." "Yeah we can ask landmines for christmas"

1 in 7.5 TRILLION

THE SPEEDRUN MUSIC

FRANCIS CHEATING ARC /J

HHHHHHH

FRANCIS IS A SIMP

gumps bday pog

FRANCIS REALLY WANTS TO THROW HANDS

RASH FJKSKWKEG

EVERYONES SCREAMING

ASH MY BOI

ITS A BATTLE ROYALE

THIS IS JUST CHAOS

THEYRE JUST FULL OF ARROWS,,,,

THE TWINS ARE SO FUNNY

FRANCIS JUST WANTS TO THROW HANDS

GLATT

GREG IS SO BAD,,,,,

OH GOD

GJOSOWKEKOFOG THEYRE TOO CHAOTIC TOGETHER

"hi ash" "hi zachary" "i have lots of arrows" "mmhm"

Hhhhh the wifi

Poll pog which means someone dies

porkums is winning the poll

eyo no ads not subscribed check

chat has decided that the twins had to survive no matter what

PORKUMS IS GONNA DIE

FRANCIS WOKE UP AND CHOSE VIOLENCE

JSCHLATT'S DEMONIC VOICE

HHHHHHHHHHH

OH GOD

PORKUMS IS GONE CRABRAVE

bababooey

THE SPEEDRUN MUSIC

NOOO GUMP

BAHHAHAHAHAHHAH GUMP NOOOO

DUDUDUUDUDUDUDU

HFJFIKWJEF SCHLATT,,,

FRANCIS REALLY TOOK THAT MINECART

YO THIS IS SO SCUFFED JFIFISIJEJF

THEY BROKE THE RAILS

GUMP

THEYRE STILL ON THE CARTS,,,,

chat has come to a consensus: do Not kill the twins

JOEY IS POPPING OFF IM LOVE HIM

POOR JOEY FJFJIDIWKW

FRANCIS FELL OFF FJJDKWKEJG

this is so scuffed

"ope there i go" twins my beloved

FRANCIS HAS EXPERIENCE JRIEIWKMRKG

wow

zachary is smart :]

francis parkour god

WIPEOUT POGGERS

wait the BACHELOR??????

man karl really flirts with all of sapnap's characters huh.

LMAO ALL OF CHAT IS GOING KRASH

SOMEONE EDIT THEM WITH THE SUGAR CRASH THINGY

omg poll number 2

istg if the twins get voted off i will scream

ISTG

HHHHHHHH DONT VOTE ASH

DO NOT SEPARATE THEM

Francis is winning the second poll

FRANCIS IS GONNA DIE

G L A T T

francis is gone crabrave

SOMEONE IN CHAT SAID KATNISS EVERDREAM JFJFIDKKEKEJG

FRANCIS EVERDREAM

"I miss his mustache already"

NO NOT ASH

WAIT ZACHARY IS GONE HELP NO

NOOOOO I AM ACTUALLY SAD

WAIT ASH EAIT NOOOOOO

THEYRE BOTH GONE NOOOO

oh ash is back

G LA TT

WE MISS ZACHARY

chat is sobbing rn

hhhhhhh ash is upset yall i hate this

RASH BEST FRIEND POG

LMAOO THEY REALLY JUST BE TROLLING GREG HUH

LMAOOOO

oooof

Potions

"i cant swim. wait nvm im a jock i can swim"

EGG?????

EGGGGG?????

theyre besties your honor

Poll time uh oh

I HAD TO STOP LIVEBLOGGING BC I HAT TO EAT LUNCH

greg is gone crabrave

dadschlatt jfjckc

THIS SO SCUFFED

MY GOD

OOOOOOOOH SAVE THEM PLEASE

DO NOT SEPARATE THE TWINS AGAIN

THEYRE DEAD

NOOOOO ZACHARY

ASH IN THE BACKGROUND HUHUHYHUHHU

THEYRE UNDEAD

OH MY GOD THE BOOK

OH MY GOD THE BOOK

iS THE BOOK??

BOOK??

HHEH??

Or???

Are they not dead??

huh???

either way the twins are united again :]

THE TWINS

awww glatt is lonely :[[

oh gosh

heh??

oh god duduududududu

WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH THE LORE LMAOOOOOOO

its a good end poggers

IN BETWEEN POG

1st book: titled 1

ThE BOOK HAS A LITTLE :] the author is happy that karl is back i think

NOTHER BOOK!! Its titled 2

MORE THINGS ABT THE INBETWEEN

bedroom pog

THERE ARE MULTIPLE KARLS?

uhoh

third book is titled ????? and it says find a way into the portal

its more important than you know

next book has dont stray from the path written repeatedly

book 5 is titled 3

Apparently the inbetween is for all time travellers

oh god i thought he was gonna jump

6th book, titled ???? says to go under the tree

You cant afford not to

7th book says the same thing as book number 6

yo the birch tree,,

THERES A PRESSURE PLATE INSIDE THE POND

8th books says thank god you found it

9th says dont trust the castle and stuff its going to fast for me to type

OH THERES A ROW OF BOOKS IN FRONT OF THE TREE

all of them seem to say just stick to the path repeatedly

another book, this one titled 4

Its calls the inbetween beautiful and a time traveller's dream

credits!!!!