#so everyone would pretend its a gun and would 'shoot' people

[buddierecs]

angst buddie fics

all of these are general audience, teen and up or not rated (no smut) make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

a leaf falls on loneliness (highly recommend this fic!!) by: iimpossible_things "buck doesn’t think that if he were to say, “i’m in a bad place”, that anyone would turn him away. really, he doesn’t. the 118 has too many good, kind people for that. but every time he wants to open his mouth, to say something, to reach out to eddie or bobby or hen or chim, he hears eddie yelling, “you’re exhausting.” —you’re exhausting, you’re exhausting, you’re exhausting— so each day he does his job and he laughs and he jokes and he pretends he’s the care-free goofball he’s always been. And each day he packs away his bruises and his worries, takes them home to his empty loft with its quiet rooms, and licks his wounds in silence." word count: 11k important tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, happy ending, original male character catharsis by: rogerzsteven "it only takes one minor inconvenience for buck to have his long overdue breakdown" word count: 5.3k important tags: emotional hurt/comfort, mental/emotional breakdown, bobby nash as evan buckley parent, multiple pov still by: brewsrosemilk "for the first time, buck longs for a bullet wound to treat. dirt to dig at. a door to break through. something. there’s nothing. “your guess was correct, diaz,” the bomb technician tells them, as he gestures to the orange circle. “you’re standing on a large sensor plate, wired to a detonator. It’s incredibly important that you don’t move. don’t shift. when you put your weight down, it was like cocking a gun - you take your weight off, this thing is powerful enough to take the entire house with it." word count: 9.3k important tags: near death experience, love confessions, happy ending, first kiss august by: daisies_and_briar "buck, eddie, natalia, and marisol go on a beach vacation in august of 2023. It gets angsty and gay." word count: 40k important tags: vacation, eddie/mariol, buck/natalia, mariol/natalia, coming out, feelings confession, sexuality, everyone is queer listen to you breathing (is where i wanna be) by: yavilee "the one where buck is presumed dead after a building collapse and eddie has to live through the reminder that tomorrow isn't promised to anyone" word count: 41k important tags: presumed dead, major character injury, mutual pining, grief, panic attacks, friends to lovers all that we intend is scrawled in sand (and slips right through our hands) by: withmeornotatall "buck and eddie get trapped together, time is running out, and eddie doesn't want to die alone" word count: 6.9k important tags: near death experiences, major character injury, whump, love confessions, getting together, first kiss

actually, truly by: milenadaniels "helena (and ramon) tries to find a way back into eddie's life and doesn't know what to make of finding buck around every corner she turns." word count: 14k important tags: multiple pov, season 4/shooting, homophobia, internalized homophobia, recovering from injury, pre-relationship, getting together, team as family, supportive!isabel diaz, coming out i know you're hurting (but so am i) by: justhockey "eddie understands better than maybe anyone else ever could, how it feels to have everything unravel in the palm of your hands. he knows frustration - he knows fury. he’s painfully familiar with that burning rage that crackles in the tips of your fingers, that makes your skin hot and chest tight, and makes you want to punch anyone that dares to even look at you. but that doesn’t give chim the right to lay a damn hand on buck" word count: 3.7k important tags: hurt/comfort, ptsd, feelings realisation, protective!eddie diaz, communication, 5x04 coda i want to reach out by: orphan_account "buck was a very emotional and physically clingy person, he knew this, once he had someone, he held on tight, scared they'd one day leave them. a drunk ana points out that maybe everyone is tired of it, and buck realises: maybe they are." word count: 5.7k important tags: insecure!evan buckley, ana flores bashing, hurt/comfort, touch starved, abandonment issues, love confessions

the aftermath of liberation and love confessions by: elvensorceress "in which eddie comes out, sexuality is complicated but coffee is not, buck makes an excessive salad and is also roasted, everyone has a love confession, and December is the most dramatic time of year." word count: 17k important tags: pining!eddie diaz, idiots to lovers, coming out, love confessions, demisexual!eddie diaz, post 5.09 and this is his life by: shyaudacity "in late june of nineteen ninety-one, mere hours after losing her son to cancer, margaret buckley takes a baby out of the hospital nursery and decides to bring him home" word count: 26k important tags: established relationship, kidnapping, emotional hurt, panic attacks, flashblacks, comforting!eddie diaz mirror, lie to me, tell me you can see by: anonymous "buck struggles with food and his body. it's not new." word count: 20k important tags: TW: eating disorder, established relationship, hurt/comfort, protective!maddie buckley, marriage proposal, sibling love, caring!eddie diaz without you, i'll never be home by: the_forgotten_nobody "after the tsunami, eddie invites buck to stay with him and christopher." word count: 45k important tags: hurt/comfort, post-tsunami/season 3, anxiety, separation anxiety, pining, sharing a bed

[whump-cravings]

D&D Whumpee: Fizlei Delrem

[id: A woman with short dark brown hair, olive skin, brown eyes, hairy forearms, a straight nose, and a wispy beard. He wears gray high-waisted ladies' pants with suspenders, a belt with a gun holster, and a button-up shirt with its sleeves rolled to the elbows. He points a revolver off to the side with a confident smile. /end id]

(btw those are him titties, not buff pecs)

Fiz (he/she) is a 27 year old intersex demiwoman and an arcane gunman ranger (homebrew subclass).

Fiz flirts and shoots his way through the world with confidence and ease, seldom giving any part of himself away while briefly appearing in others' lives. Everyone is a friend or potential bedmate to this gal—even those on the other side of his guns. Very few things seem to ruffle his feathers, and his charms make it difficult to dislike him.

Once upon a time, the mask of the cowboy Casanova was just that—a façade. But after spending so long this way, Fiz can't be sure anything's beneath it anymore.

—

Roughly 17 years ago, at a little farmhouse in the Dhorosian countryside, Fiz's parents and siblings were consumed one by one by an ooze-type monster. Upon locating Fiz, the last and youngest of the family, it did something decidedly strange—it took on the forms and personas of her family members, attempting to comfort her.

Fiz tried telling neighbors what had happened, but the hysterics of a 10 year old girl are easily dismissed. Those who briefly followed up to allay the girl's fears found no evidence of anything amiss—all the Delrem family members were present, healthy, and able to recount past experiences. The Thing as her parents would apologize and comment on how Fiz was upset with them—"You know how girls can be at that age," it would say with a rueful shake of Ma's head.

[id: 10 sketched portraits of a family of two parents, seven kids of varying marked aged, and a daughter-in-law /end id]

While the aberration's mimicry was flawless, it made no attempt to conceal its nature from Fiz, denying her the chance to pretend everything had been a nightmare.

—

So she ran away.

Unfortunately, Fiz has remarkably poor luck and ran straight into the den of a different monster that eats people. She was placed in its living larder with other unfortunate souls who had wandered into its clutches.

Fortunately(?), Fiz had something scarier following her. The Thing swooped in and kicked the other monster's ass, slurping it—and the other victims—up. It scooped Fiz up, chiding her for leaving home. "The world is much too dangerous for you," it said as Pa, carrying the traumatized girl home. As it patched up her injuries, it found it was able to take on recent memories from ingesting a little blood.

From there, it was careful to keep a better eye on her for a while, and Fiz learned to keep to herself.

—

At 14, she ran away and kept running for a long while, until one morning she was so desperately hungry that she snuck into a chicken coop for eggs. The rooster kicked up a fuss and the farmer (butch he/him lesbian, unnamed) rolled out of bed with a shotgun, only to find a crying girl cornered in the coop, surrounded by broken eggs.

So he (pretending to be gruff and not like he was pitying her) was like, "You gotta pay me back, so come in here and eat so you got energy to work," and brought her inside, where she met the farmer's similar-age daughter, Amara.

Over the course of a summer, Fiz and Amara grew close and well. your honor it started with the hayloft a-creakin. And life was good.

[id: two sketched busts, one of a dark skinned human woman with short-cropped curly black hair and a shotgun, labeled 'Butch lesbian farmer'; and one of a girl with moth antennae, straight black hair in a bob, and monolid eyes, labeled 'Amara?' /end id]

(this was also the point in Fiz's life where she learned she could use whatever pronouns she wanted) (and also found out that she's intersex probably)

Until it caught up.

The sound brought Amara running. And. And yeah they were added to the victim count. and the Thing (also known as "the parent") dragged the heartbroken, kicking and screaming Fiz back home.

[id: a speech bubble reads "So this is where you were," above a drawing of teenage Fiz staring wide-eyed at the viewer. Her hair is in pigtails and her little beard hairs have just started to grow in. "No... You can't—how are you here?" Fiz says, horrified. The other speech bubbles continue, "Took me a while, but I finally tracked you down. You're a clever girl, Fiz, but I have my own resources." /End id]

Farmer lady sensed the disturbance and once again came out with his shotgun, and tried to protect Fiz who was practically a second daughter by now. He got a shotgun blast on it... which only made it mad.

—

Now, the Thing's mimicry becomes outdated after a while—it can't replicate aging and growth. So between non-aging siblings and the increasingly sullen teenage Fiz, neighbors began to catch on that something was indeed wrong. When approached, Fiz told them to mind their own business. Some listened, some didn't, but the Thing parent found out in every case, one way or the other (overt suspicion or something in Fiz's memories tipping it off). Consequently, those neighbors mysteriously disappeared (eaten).

Eventually the entire surrounding population caught on and showed up on the Delrem's doorstep with pitchforks, torches, the like. Fiz begged the Thing to spare them, begged them to leave. but of course that didn't work.

The morning after, all the houses in that part of the countryside were empty.

The Parent moved itself and Fiz far away.

There were rules to running away, each learned at the cost of freedom or someone's life.

—

The Parent always finds Fiz. Sometimes sooner, sometimes later, but always eventually. When it does, it learns everything Fiz has said and done (via his blood).

If Fiz resists returning home once it shows itself to him, the strictness/severity of his 'grounding' increases.

Fiz is not allowed to tell people about the Parent or let anyone become too concerned about his situation.

Fiz is not allowed to have lasting relationships.

(There's also been times where he was thrown into jail for something he may or may not have done and then the jailers got eaten, so Fiz is wanted in several places for murder.)

—

He remembers the last time he fought back.

7 years ago, a young child needed help reaching safety, and Fiz got them there. The details aren't important, but the situation got Fiz thinking on how he would never be able to have a family of his own if things kept on the way they were.

—

Dhoros, his home country, wasn't particularly rich in sellswords, but Fiz hired the ones he could find.

Even with Fiz's aid, they stood no chance. When the confrontation came, the others were wiped out in under a minute, dealing little damage. Fiz emptied the chambers of his guns into the Thing to little avail, and fell back to striking it with his whip until it pinned him and ripped his weapons away.

"Fizlei Delrem," it reprimanded as Pa. "Is this how I raised you, to be hangin' out with folks that'd get you to attack your own family? ... Maybe I ain't been tough enough on you."

Before it took Fiz and left, it caught a few hiding kids who had witnessed the fight. Fiz could do nothing as it ruthlessly subsumed them. "I didn't like doin' that, Fiz, but you forced me to."

It dragged the struggling Fiz every step of the way home that time, binding him in chains and refusing to let him out until he saw reason.

Fiz made peace with his lot in life.

He let go of his anger, buried his grief, forgot his dreams, and made himself content with the meager freedoms allotted to him.

If all he could have was a pretense of connection when between the sheets, then that was what he would have.

If all he had to do was play nice to placate his parent, he would fawn for it.

If all he could do was enjoy the time spent out in the world, that was what he would do.

If all the bridges he could cross had to burn behind him, he would light each fire.

—

@nabanna @acecasinova @flat-san @emcscared-whumps @jblockman1

[theclockinthesky]

Monkees Headcannons Master Doc

Here is a horrible collection of Monkees Headcannons created by myself and @rock--lobster

They are categorized so if there is a particular Monkee/other you would like to learn our headcannons of, please look at your own discretion. Enjoy!

Categories:

The guys

The Torker

Daddy issues Nesmith

Skilletface

Gayvy Jones

Monkee wives/girlfriends/the 400/etc.

Friends (?)

The Guys

They hide their drugs inside Mr. Schneider

The guys had to invent new days of the week after Mike developed an irrational fear of Fridays

They have a framed poster or print or whatever in the apartment that says “smoke it, snort it, shoot it, screw it: you’ve got one body you’ve got to use it” in the style of a live laugh love sign complete with flowers and cursive font

There is a body hidden under the floor of the rainbow room

After the salad incident, the Monkees were banned from eating in public as a group. This is because they fully traumatized several people around them

The apartment is haunted but so much weird shit goes on there anyway that no one notices

The Monkeemen do not have powers, they are a shared delusion caused by drugs and mental illness

When they are bored backstage or in the Meat Locker, they will recreate entire episodes of Gilligan’s Island

To make more money, the guys rent out the Monkeemobile as a getaway car. Sometimes they make Peter hide in the back, naked, to make sure the car is returned

They thought the pad had a rat problem, but the alleged rat was revealed to be Davy when they found him stuck in a glue trap

33 1/3 was an elaborate ploy to hypnotize all its viewers into still liking the Monkees through its seizure inducing visuals, but this did not work because no one watched it

Whenever the guys go out for food, Davy always has to pretend to be the child to eat free. This usually works, except one time when Davy was smoking and the waitress was creeped out by him hitting on her

The Torker

Peter became allergic to bees after Mike decided he wanted to become a beekeeper and 45 bees ended up stinging Peter’s face

Peter once bought a singular gun because he thought that by doing that it would end gun violence. Davy murdered three people the next day

Peter hides under the Monkeemobile when it rains because Micky told him that the “rain monsters” will come and get him if he doesn’t

Peter’s cooking has given everyone food poisoning at least once but they all refuse to cook instead of him because “a man’s place is not the kitchen”

Peter punched Davy that time because he (Peter) had been wearing clothes for too long and the sensory issues were causing him to act up

None of Peter’s socks match because he does not buy them, he just keeps the ones he finds at his house after his parties

One time Peter was drinking ice water or something and an ice cube slid down his throat and he started choking and he didn’t tell anyone he stood there not being able to breathe pretending to be on fire until the ice cube melted enough that it could slide down his gullet. He does not drink ice water anymore

After the “Mascara Incident” Peter wasn’t allowed within 20ft of Jimi Hendrix

Peter brought 3 girls back to the pad every night for a year before the guys noticed. Micky was proud of Peter and bought him the “orgy organizer” pin as a treat

Peter believed in the easter bunny until Micky served rabbit for dinner on Easter, surrounded by Easter eggs and chocolate

Peter is not allowed near candles while unsupervised because once he semi-successfully tried to eat one (it was lit) because it smelled good

Peter cries so easily because his tear ducts are underdeveloped. This is his greatest shame

Sometimes they put Peter on a leash they call “the Peter leash” so he doesn’t run away to buy harps or plan orgies or whatever

Peter once ran away to join the circus but got lost and ended up in Massachusetts, naked, with no recollection of how he got there

When not filming, Peter would go sit in the Meat Locker, naked, until one day one of the guys walked in on him there and “wanted to rip out his eyes”

Peter once found Micky’s secret (?) acid stash and sold it on the street for $25. When Micky found out, he locked Peter in the Meat Locker until Micky had the chance to consume an equal amount of acid to make up for the loss of his beloved stash

Peter once ordered so much brown rice from a sketchy booth on the side of the road that his entire orgy mansion was filled so he had to invite Micky over for brown rice but forgot to tell him that he (Peter) would be naked the whole time

Peter entered a Peter Tork lookalike contest and lost to Stephen Stills

Peter does not like doing drag because the wigs remind him of his impending receding hairline, and because when he’s in drag and he looks in the mirror he sees one of the 400

Peter has an irrational fear of ducks and has panic attacks when near them, so to keep him in line, everyone on set carried rubber ducks they can take out and torment him with

During his time living in a dumpster, Peter befriended several rats and has trained them to roll joints for him. He is planning to get one of them under Mike’s hat to see if he can get a ratatouille situation going

Peter is in charge of making lemonade for the guys. One problem: he does not know what a lemon is

Peter has to be fed via IV because he yapped too much about Eastern philosophy at the dinner table and the guys got sick of it and now tape his mouth shut every meal

Peter can’t go down the spiral staircase in the pad because he is scared of swirls, so Mike built him a pulley system baby carrier thing so he can still go up and downstairs

Peter cries when houseguests have to leave. Because of this, everyone who visits cannot leave

When the Monkees went to Paris, Peter got stuck on top of the Eiffel Tower and a crane had to get him down. He now has a severe fear of anything with a point

Peter can do a really good impression of Donald Duck having a temper tantrum because that is what he spent his entire time in jail learning how to do

Peter collects buttons, as an offering to “the button man,” a 7ft tall humanoid figure who may or may not be made of buttons, that Peter is convinced exists

Peter is a professional nudist

Peter cannot comprehend the existence of pink lemonade because “there aren’t any pink lemons”

Peter gets weird childhood flashbacks when he hears ice-cream truck music. The last time he heard it, he had to be locked in a fridge for 3 days until he stopped shaking

Peter keeps a collection of used condoms under his bed

Peter once wrote and recorded a song about his never-ending drug-fueled orgies but the others did not let him release it because it was “suicide-fuel”

Peter has a side hustle painting pictures of doors. He’s only sold one and it was used as kindling but he is convinced his career will take off

Peter has an obsession with naked mole rats because they, like him, are always nude

Peter grows daffodils to hide the fact that he is also growing weed. It doubles as a bioweapon because he collects pollen from the flowers and launches it at people who have severe pollen allergies

Peter does not know how to use a toaster so he microwaves bread instead

The Peter Tork Orgy Mansion should be classified as a biohazard or national monument. Probably both

Peter can only fall asleep when the time is a palindrome, gives off purple vibes, or is exactly 4:20

Peter is not allowed to use chopsticks after he nearly poked his eyes out the last time

Peter started a nudist colony at the pad and had the state of California declare that the beach behind the pad is a nude beach

Peter goes dumpster diving to look for wigs to hide his receding hairline

Peter can swallow swords. This talent comes in handy sometimes (he topped) ™️

Peter is banned form Some Little Out of the Way Place That Nobody Goes Northside, Eastside, and Westside brances because his clothing was giving him sensory issues and he had to remove them immediately, in public, in the dining room of the restaurants. Three mothers screamed and 7 children passed out

When the power goes out, one might expect Peter to be afraid but in fact he loves it because he can sit naked in the living room of the pad and none of the others will know

Peter can’t count. This sucks when he is trying to figure out how many women he has slept with

Peter is incapable of opening child proof lids and often resorts to tearing the bottles open with his teeth

Peter has at least one extra toe on his left foot, he named it Dweezil II and it was so disturbing that Micky tried to DIY amputate it. He was unsuccessful, but luckily during his homeless era, while passed out drunk, it was chewed off by David Crosby’s dog

Sunset Sam in the Cruisin music video was supposed to be played by peter (hence the red speedo) but Peter was too busy teaching/being homeless so tragically Sam was recast

Peter has fallen into the fish tank at the bass pro shop pyramid at least once

Peter occasionally has to be shackled into bed at night (or alternatively duct taped into his pyjamas) because he will try and sleep nude, which the others find problematic when they have to share a room/bed with him

Peter can actually sing really good, he just chooses not to

Peter writes philosophical essays every night before going to bed, just after creating his insane orgy guest lists

Daddy Issues Nesmith

Mike doesn’t fuck with sand

Mike tried to start a second band but he couldn’t find anyone to join it because he cheated on Phyllis with all their partners

Mike attempted to learn karate but dislocated his hip when karate chopping a cinder block

Mike was severely verbally abused by his 1st grade PE teacher for being skinny and now cannot look at running shoes the same way

Mike is secretly coquette. He actually wears a little pink bow under his green hat but vehemently denies it to anyone who asks him. It’s his prized possession (the bow, not the hat)

Mike contracted leprosy from eating armadillo in Texas

Mike saw Brokeback Mountain in theaters and cried so hard he threw up on the person sitting in front of him

Mike has his dogs trained to attack Peter and Don Kirshner on sight

Mike likes to go snowboarding but only when there is no snow

Mike thought Davy was 7ft tall for 3 years until he realized that Davy was actually short and not just on his knees the whole time

Mike crashed the Monkeemobile because he wasn’t paying attention to the road and instead was looking at a billboard for Campbell’s soup

Mike is unable to make spaghetti because the uncooked noodles remind him of how skinny he is, and he gets too self-conscious to cook them properly

Mike calls his grandparents something really weird like beepo and meemaw and gets bullied severely for it

In 1970, Mike tried to take up taxidermy to make some extra money but the results were so horrifying no one would buy it, and he was haunted by the ghosts of the animals he taxidermied

Mike will sometimes catch flies out of midair and eat them as a snack. He calls this going “toad mode.” Phyllis hates when he does this

Mike cannot say “rubber chicken” after a traumatic experience with a clown car

Mike spent way too much money on motorcycles to the point where he had to sell all of Christian’s toy because “toys are temporary, the bike life is forever”

When Mike spots ingrown hairs (like on arms or whatever) he will rip them out with his teeth. This is fine when he’s doing it to himself, but once he did it to John Lennon and that was kind of weird

Mike hides drugs under his hat and knows no one will look under there because its never been washed and people don’t want to touch all that

One of the reasons cited on Mike’s divorce papers was “he won’t stop busting it down sexual style with other women and possibly Peter”

Mike sings to pasta to make it boil faster. He has found that the song “Little Girls” by Oingo Boingo makes the noodles cook the fastest

Mike died for like 3 minutes back when he had tonsil surgery and Peter made a gravestone out of plaster to commemorate his death. They celebrate on that day every year.

Mike likes to visit mental hospitals to visit “his people.” He goes so often that the people who work there think he is a patient and just let him do his thing

Mike attempted to join a bike gang but they beat him up violently. He didn’t leave the house for 3 weeks in fear of them

Mike confuses Stephen Stills and Peter Tork because of his severe blindness in his right eye

Mike likes to bully the skinny kids at the playground to give them the same trauma he had as a kid

Mike once brought home a srtay kitten becayse he felt bad for it but soon realuzed it was actually a possum

At his wedding, instead of saying “till death do us part” Mike said “till shit do us fart, I ain’t taking that much responsibility”

If left unattended around them, Mike will consune a dangerous amount of pretzels. His body cannot deal with theamount of sodium he will ingest in one sitting and start shutting dowm. One time he hate too many and Davy had to drive him to the vet (they cannot afford a human doctor)

Mike has been planning to murder his mom since the day she invented Liquid Paper just so he can have her money

Mike is so American that he thinks all other countries are conspiracy theories made up by Big ‘Merica

Mike has one of those front facing baby carriers that go over the chest for Nelson (the stuffed koala). He has never once carried one of his actual children in it

Mike regularly wears the Princess Gwen outfit around the house and on set. He will refuse to do what is asked of him while wearing it and claim “royalty is above such trivial tasks”. Bob Rafelson burns the wig and dress in 1968 and after profusely sobbing, Mike rolls the ashes into a noint (nez joint) and smoked it

If it is too windy, Mike has to be tied down becaue too strong a gust of wind could easily blow him away. Phyllis would sometimes lock him out of the house and hope he would get swept away forever

Mike quit the band for 3 days, claiming that “seeing Peter naked in the Meat Locker was enough to make a grown man cry”. He rejoined after Peter hosted an apology orgy in his name

Mike once went to the zoo and got locked in the giraffe cage when the zookeeper mistook him for one

Mike drank gasoline thinking it was expired wine

Mike can yodel and does so to get the others attention

Mike force-feeds Davy when he goes on “hunger strikes” because the food isn’t British enough. Because of this, Davy ended up eating a spoon when Mike got angry and just shoved it down his throat

Mike is addicted to gambling. He once bet Peter in a game of blackjack and lost him to Stephen Stills

Mike is sexually attracted to cars

Mike was cast in David Cronenberg’s Crash (1996), but his sexual attraction to the cars was too aggressive and creepy, even by Cronenberg standards, so he had to be edited out

Any time Peter is unable to cook (due to being kidnapped or catatonically stoned or predisposed at an orgy etc.) Mike has to do it, and the only things he is able to make are those horrible 1950s housewife recipes that somehow involve a whole ham and lime jello

Mike tries to go fishing in the ocean but he does not have a fishing rod, only a really long piece of grass with a fork tied onto it and carrots as bait

Mike does not have a drivers lisence and just decides to drive and hope he doesn’t get caught despite going 40 km/h over every limit

Skilletface

Micky once tried to build his own space station to contact a new alien race but ended up contacting his neighbors and selling them acid

Micky lost his virginity in a Detroit crack house

Micky once had an out of body experience with an alien from the planet Greezeg but the guys didn’t believe him because of his severe schizophrenia

Micky’s wives keep leaving him because he will not stop doing his James Cagney impression in bed

Micky is actually short for Michard

Once Micky got really high and wanted to see if the skilletface thing was true and put a raw egg on his face and laid out in the sun to see if it would cook. He got salmonella poisoning

Micky dresses up as an old lady to get free food at a retirement home. The staff know he is lying but feel bad for him and let him get away with it because they think he has facial paralysis

Micky gets botox every month to keep his chin in place

Micky had to be really careful when running around because his legs are too skinny and could easily snap, and Mike has told him that if that happens, he will personally put him down like a horse

If Micky was alive in the right era he would have been one of those warrior cat kids that roleplayed hyper realistic violence cat death during recess

At least half of Micky’s wardrobe consists of tear away pants “just in case”

Micky went to Woodstock and claimed to be Janis Joplin’s brother to get VIP entry. A security guard caught them together and said he “had a feeling he [Micky] was incestuous”

Micky believes that he is a long lost son of an alien god and had been trying for years to try and prove it. He got close once but was stopped by the guys when he ended up in a walk in freezer, screaming “I NEED TO BURN THE PISS COUCH”

In 1967, while tripping on acid and drunk out of his mind, Micky got a BBL and has been hiding it from the public ever since because he knows it is too powerful

Micky likes bird watching but the birds like watching Micky more

Micky was forcibly given a rabies shot after doing his werewolf impression one too any times

Micky has a habit of running full speed into glass doors because he cannot see that they are there if he forgets to put contacts in

Micky visits cemetaries in his free time because he likes to “connect with the deceased”

Micky wears the Mrs. Arcadian outfit when the guys are not at the pad. This is fine but one time Davy walked in on him having a tea party by himself and never let him down for it

Micky is digging an underground tunnel system under the pad that only he is allowed to use

Micky tried to buy the state of California so he could legally drop acid everywhere. He was put on the FBI watchlist (again) immediately after

Micky has gloves with claws on them (bought by Davy) so it isn’t as weird when he tries to scratch up the furniture in the pad

Micky drinks red 40 straight from the bottle

Micky can recite the entirety of cats the musical from memory, as well as do all the choreography. Sometimes he does this after a show as an encore. No one wants him to though

Sometime Micky would get really high and wander onto film sets, and people were too scared of him to ask him to leave. This is how he ended up in Night of the Strangler. He thought it was just a really intense episode of the Monkees

Micky preformed an experimental brain surgery on Peter to try and stop him from thinking. It failed

Micky had to have an exorcism after he ate Mike’s wool hat and then promptly threw it up onto Davy’s head

Micky might have a tapeworm but we cannot know for sure

Scientists and doctors around the world are stumped as to how Micky is still alive after the amount of drugs and alcohol he consumed in the 60s-70s

Micky wrote Goin’ Down about the time he and Ringo Starr almost drowned in the Tork Pool

Micky bites

Micky attempted to build a robot but just ended up making a giant metal ball that he ended up throwing at the others. Davy needed surgery after a piece fell off the ball and impaled him

Micky one ate a butterfly to see if it tasted like butter. It did not

Micky only eats the cores of apples to “always keep ‘em guessing”

Micky was arrested for narcotics possession and spent 1 month in jail when the others realized he was missing and not just sleeping it off the whole time

Micky was once kidnapped by a drug cartel for failing to pay for all his acid. He was returned after he wouldn’t stop yapping the lyrics to “Goin’ Down”

Micky sleeps on his head kind of like doing a headstand and it freak out the others so much that they moved his bed in front of the door at the pad so if robbers come in they will be scared away

Micky once sprayed a whole can of Febreze in his mouth because he thought it was a new way to drink juice

Micky’s baldness was caused by the amount of non body safe glitter he had stashed up there during his glam rock era. It just deteriorated every strand up there over the course of several years

Micky once thought he was communicating with aliens, and had invented an entire alien language, but in reality he was suffering the effects of a gas leak in his home

Micky once jumped from the upstairs of the pad to see if his new “flying potion” (acid) would work. It didn’t and he needed severe surgery afterwards

Micky has a weird addiction to candle wax and cannot be left in the same room as candles because he will start eating it

Micky has a dependency on acid to the point where he had to get a tattoo of the word so he can “always be near his one true love”

Gayvy Jones

Davy is scared of the colour purple after Peter forced him to eat a homemade “grimace shake” which was just a purple pillow, some iced tea, and 3 purple carrots

Davy dies after eating soup that was spiked with cyanide by Stephen Stills. David Crosby flies the Monkees’ plane at his “fly in funeral” (Micky’s request) until he gives up because he “doesn’t fuck with these bitches (the birds)”

Davy was the one who started the fire at the Montreux Casino in 1971 but wanted to remain anonymous because he was there to meet an underage girl

Davy went to jail for 3 days when he was 18 for “failing to stop at a red light” even though he didn’t have a car

Davy has killed several people and takes their teeth so they cannot be identified via dental records. He keeps the teeth in his maracas

Davy once saw an ad for “height improvement surgery” and went to get it but it was botched and that’s why he looks like that

Davy once tried to be a ballerina but tripped and fell into a sewer on the day of the audition

Davy once tried to break up a fight between Micky and a tree. He failed and the tree won

Davy started a pile file with the guys beds in middle of the pad because he was cold one day. The fire continued for 5 weeks until the others realized they had no beds and had been sleeping on the ground the whole time

Davy has a water beetle hair infestation

Davy is missing at least one toe because of a horse related incident (bitten off ??)

Davy once dislocated his entire jaw eating one of those really big jaw breaker candies and no one helped him until hours later. They all thought his mouth was open because he was really excited

Davy dated Princess Gwen for one month before realizing she was Mike in drag

The sparkles Davy gets in his eyes is actually his astigmatism acting up

Davy was mistaken for a child the first time he went to a grocery store in America and now refuses to join the other when they go shopping

Davy does not own a single shirt. He seals from the other guy’s because he like to “let his moobs breathe”

Davy was nearly carried off by a bat the last time he went camping

Davy accidentally ordered 35 flats of canned beans through the mail. For the next 3 months all they ate were beans

Davy strictly dates girls over 6 ft. All other women he is spotted with are actually 6ft but they don’t like him so they walk on their knees

Davy uses entire bottles of Febreeze brand air freshener as cologne. Everyone hates it but he continues to do it because he thinks women like it. They do not.

Davy wears high heels not because he is insecure about being short, but because he is convinced being short is a sin because “the shorter you are the closer your heart is to the devil”

Davy has ringworm

Davy really has an Australian accent but hides it because he doesn’t want the others to know that he comes from a family of criminals

Davy can make really realistic horse birthing noises and no one has asked him why or how because they are afraid to know the answer

While filming the war scene in Head (1968), Davy got trench foot and now has panic attacks anytime he sees feet

Along with Zilch, Davy owns a company that sells glove/sock combination footwear called “glocks”

Davy is actually a chupacapra

Davy recites the entirety of Hamlet’s “to be or not to be” soliloquoy every morning during breakfast to “get him into the right mindset”

Davy has to be locked in the pad when he “smells girls nearby” because the guys cannot afford to help him pay more child support

Davy actually had his dick cast by Cynthia Plaster Caster but was ashamed of its size and had her swear an oath to never reveal that it happened

Davy somersaults down the spiral staircase in the pad

As a “new growth method” developed by Micky, Davy has to be forcibly held under water for 5 minuted each day. This treatment has not worked yet, but Micky is hopeful; Davy on the other hand is not

Davy sometimes wishes he was a horse

Davy has an emotional support horse named neighbelline. All the emotional support he gets comes from taking out his angry by verbally abusing it. He often threatens to send it to the glue factory

Davy is obsessed with Japanese clown jazz and one day hopes to record an entire album of it

Monkee wives / girlfriends/ The 400 / Etc.

Phyllis and Nurit once both showed up to a part Mike was at and he faked a heart attack so he could leave and they wouldn’t interact

Susan Pike is not a real person, but an elaborate publicity stunt set up by Davy’s PR team gone horribly wrong

Mike invited Phyllis to live with the guys at the pad. She refused because Davy gave off creepy uncle vibes and refused to wear clothes

Davy recites the entirety of Repo! The Genetic Opera when he is bored and forces Peter to put raw pizza dough on his face to recreate the character of Pavi so Davy can “get in the right mood”

Friends (?)

The guys invited Frank Zappa over for a sleepover after he came to visit them one day. Frank let traumatized by Davy’s collection of shower drain hair

Mr. Babbit increases the boy’s rent each month by $25 because of “suspected homosexual activities” but they don’t realize until it hits $1 million a month

Mr. Babbit can “always smell when a queer is near” and wants to drive the Monkees out of the neighborhood because he doesn’t want them sullying his reputation as a landlord

Cynthia cut her hand on purpose to get out of fully plaster casting Peter because he would not stop yapping about philosophy throughout the entire process and she could not think of an excuse to leave

Stephen Stills sleeps in the closet in the pad when he comes over. He once spent 3 weeks locked in there getting a slice of pizza each day when Micky was conducting a “science experiment”

Danny Elfman, of Oingo Boingo fame, wrote the song Little Girls when he found out how old Phyllis was

Rob Roy Fingerhead was killed by an oncoming 18 wheeler that swerved into his lane, he failed to notice because he was texting and driving

Every member of CSNY was present for the birth of Hallie Luia, which took place in David Crosby’s basement. Stephen delivered the baby

Coco is secretly the leader of an underground rooster fighting ring. She has a prized fighting rooster named Gustavo that has never lost a fight, and has taken at least one human life

Bob Rafelson has threatened to kill the Monkees several times if they don’t get their shit together, but this does not work because they do not fear death, they welcome its warm embrace over the hell that is the set they are working on

Frank Zappa wrote the song Valley Girl about Micky Dolenz

Frank Zappa was kept in Micky’s secret tunnels under the pad for 2 days while Mike went around as him, trying to start a demonstration because of “the treatment of crazy minded Texans in Californian society”

Mr. Babbit hosts an illegal fight club in the boys apartment while they are away on their wacky adventures. One day they came back early and he made them participate

John Lennon invited Mike to the threesome he had with Yoko and Andy Warhol but tragically Mike did not attend because he “draws the line at cheating on his wife with British men” and he was concerned there would not be any milk for him to drink while there

Stephen Stills cried after Peter had his teeth fixed because “they couldn’t be teeth twins anymore :(“

[littleplantfreak]

Paintball headcanons 2

This one's got Kiryu, Taiga, Kaji and Umemiya but it's under the cut for everyone's sake

I started rereading the manga and totally procrastinated this T-T

Mitsuki Kiryu

-Kiryu would actually rather be playing the shooting games on his phone than paintball but he hes still a solid player I think.

-Has the sickest outfit for paintball despite never having played.

-He prefers something like capture the flag or playing the "medic" roll in a game where he can bring his teammates back up.

-If he took his partner I think he'd just adapt to however they want to play. If they want to go pretend they're John Wick he'll back them up no question, but he's also super patient for whoever is nervous or just has no idea how to play.

-Also manages to match his and his partner's outfits or at the very least accessories. There WILL be a photos showing off how cute they are and yes they will be going to the groupchat.

Taiga Tsugeura

- Tsuge-chan is probably one of the the funnest to play with. He's loud and tends to draw fire his way because of it, but honestly he's having the time of his life.

- Pulls off cool stunts and rolls like he's in an action movie. If he has a partner who goes wild and wants to be John Wick like I was saying before? Now there's John Wick and Rambo running around and it's chaos.

- His stamina's insane so he's the type that can play for hours without a break. Loves that it's a good work out (me too).

- Tsuge forgets for a moment his partner is with him and leaves them further behind than he'd like but apologizes profusely if they get hit because of it. Coos and worries over bad bruises his partner might get afterward and has a full medkit in his bag. He definitely babies them after seeing them sore and offers to carry them even if they weren't hit anywhere near their legs.

Ren Kaji

- He has a special playlist for paintball (and pretty much every event you can think of.)

-Uses gum/smaller candy instead of lollipops because its easier with a mask. Won't share it with anyone unless it's his s/o.

- I feel like he'd be THE paintball monster everyone's afraid of going one on one with. If Kaji was the predator in a Predator vs. prey event everyone's screwed tbh no one will make it out alive unless everyone gives their 100% with teamwork and strategizing.

-If he takes his s/o, they stay completely safe for the entire game and literally no one can get near them. Guard dog privileges are many and he'll share a headphone with them if they wanna listen to music with him.

-Probably parkours around the fields like spiderman.

Umemiya Hajime

- Usually the President his team tries to keep safe. Isn't given a gun if he IS in the president's role cause it'd be too unfair an advantage.

- He praises people even on the other team if they do something super impressive or gives them advice when they're struggling. Never takes it too seriously and will not let anyone get hurt.

- When he plays normally, he tends to move around from place to place checking on everyone. Calls his shots and his accuracy is damn near professional.

-Definitely got shot because he stopped to look at the wild plants if they're playing in actual fields/woods.

- If his partner is with him he doesn't mind being on opposite teams but won't shoot them even if he's the last one on his team standing. He's super sweet and unfortunately for him, they can distract him just by being present which can also get him tagged without noticing it.

[fallrimxreader]

Companions react to April fools jokes:

Cait: Sole woke her up by pretending there was a deathclaw in the house. She punched sole in the face.

Curie: Sole pretended to cut off their finger. She was very interested in looking at what the wound was like, if it was a clean one, how much blood it produced and to see if she could reattach it. She was then disappointed after learning sole pranked her.

Codsworth: He doesn't understand why people are laughing at him, but he is always happy to be of service even in the entertainment section. Everyone else thinks the moustache and eyebrows sole drew on him were hilarious.

Deacon: He was really not happy to find sole put glue on his wig. Not that it was superglue, but it still hurt trying to get it off. Just to make sole aware how much he disliked it he made sole wash and repair all of his disguises.

Dogmeat: Sole picked up the ball sole threw the ball- wait. Where did the ball go? He was sure sole had thrown it. What? Sole had it behind their back the whole time? He is a little hurt, but happy when they threw it for real the next time.

Danse: Why was his suit so itchy after he just cleaned it? Maybe it was the heat. Maybe he was allergic to something? He didn’t know, all he could think of was how itchy he was. Sole found it hilarious to watch Danse rub his whole body against a tree to relieve himself. Danse found it humiliating and proceeded to confiscate all of soles good weapons, leaving only a stick to defend themselves.

Hancock: Hancock woke up to find a pair of fake glasses with nose stuck to his face. It was only taped on so not permanent. Sole was not expecting Hancock to go around showing his new look off, telling everyone his nose had grown back and it was a miracle. He took it with stride and the prank seemed to quickly lose its effect.

MacCready: Sole thought it would be funny to wait until the middle of the night then fire a round off. MacCready shoots up, gun ready, screaming “WHERE ARE THEY?” Sole laughs super hard. MacCready stops, he realizes what happens, gets dressed and goes for a walk, wiping away the non existent tears. 

Piper: An exploding pen was fun in theory. But then it actually went off all over the place, getting more ink than expected everywhere. Sole accepted the telling off, and cleaned all the ink while Piper watched. 

Preston Garvey: Sole hides his gun. When asked Sole denies seeing it, asking where he left it last. Preston goes on the hunt. It becomes less funny after a couple of hours when Preston has now become inconsolable about losing his precious gun. When sole returns it he goes to get some alone time, cradling his gun. 

Strong: Sole was very reluctant to pull any pranks on strong. Unsure of what might happen. She goes for the ‘too salty’ trick. Handing him a cookie. Strong eats it. Sole is disappointed that he has no adverse reaction. 

Valentine: Sole says there is a child trapped in a building. Valentine goes to help, opening the door only for a mole rat to jump at him. It takes a long time for Valentine to go on any other quests with sole again.

X6-88: “Hey what’s on your shirt?” “What-” Sole flicks his nose. “Don’t ever do that again.” “OK”

After all pranks Sole makes it up to everyone, giving them a nice relaxing day. Giving the humans and strong their favourite meals, and giving the synths a one time favour to cash in at any time. They do eventually forgive sole. 

[red-elric]

okay so like. theres a part of me that wants to say smth like 'after all his promises and morals, vash just kills knives? whats the point then!' but. ive been left FLOORED and still think its really good so lets think about this some more. like its not unsatisfying at all; let me figure out why. this might get a little stream of consciousness

i think the penultimate episode where vash struggles to come to terms with having killed legato is crucial here. he comes into the episode shaken; no one has the right to take the life of another, regardless of what they do, he's stopped living up to rem's ideals, he's killed a man and even though legato was a killer, even though milly and meryl and the townspeople would have died if vash hadnt killed him, theres smth in vash thats screaming out that its NOT RIGHT. that its a mistake. but then vash ackowledges that, and its through making the mistake that he finds his peace with what he's done; everyone makes mistakes, and as long as you keep trying to do better next time, youre still okay. and like.... that on its OWN still doesnt sit right w vash killing knives, but hold on! theres another layer

because whats REALLY important here i think is that vash is acknowledging that hes ALLOWED to make a mistake. and i think something much much deeper clicks here; this is the point where vash shifts from 'plant/superior being who preaches kindness, can always find another way out, and refuses to break his morals' to 'human who can and does make mistakes, and isnt any better than anyone else.' for as much as vash loves humanity and has tried to live among them, theres been heavy themes that hes NOT one of them throughout the show, even before its more explicitly revealed. humanoid typhoon. angel. plant. act of god. knives is so clearly out of touch with humanity, and embraces it, but vash is just as bad; hes just trying to pretend hes human. half his smiles are fake. his haircut is one rem gave him. one of his arms is a prosthetic and the other turns into a plant gun that destroys cities overnight and puts a hole in the moon. he doesnt BELONG.... until he does!

going back a step further here. wolfwood is absolutely crucial. he's an ideal example of the worst kind of human (and theres some deep heavy symbolism of him being a priest, the ambassador to a higher existence that speaks with the angels on behalf of humanity), he has killed time and again, he shoots a child to protect his own. vash cant understand him, until after he's already dead and vash has to shoot legato. wolfwood was a crutch for him, making the hard choices so that vash didnt have to, but he also becomes the model that vash follows, because even after everything else, vash FORGIVES him. vash recognizes that wolfwood was following his own morals, protecting his own people, and was able to grow and change and love in ways that prove that he was still, to the end, a good person. and if vash can offer that forgiveness and salvation to wolfwood without question, then it follows that he can offer it to himself, as soon as he stops acting like he should somehow be better than the rest of humanity

and all that on its own, with just the death of legato, is a very very good arc. so why does vash still need to kill knives afterwards? well..... because trigun is also a story about abuse. its about brothers who love each other so so much, but one of them uses that love to convince the other that the two of them are special, that the whole world besides them should die, that if vash would just sit tight and LISTEN to him then everything would be okay. a brother who cries like a child when vash dares to rebel against him, who insists vash is a fool playing games for leaving him and trying to save everyone else. vash spends the series following rem's final command: take care of knives. he cant kill knives, cant even hurt him, cant do anything to stop him when knives has been wiping towns off the map, because deep down knives MUST be good, there MUST be something worth saving, and vash is the Only One Who Can Stop Him. who can protect him. who can take care of him. and thats.... vash's way of seeing himself as the special little boy, the protagonist of the story, the Superior Being he keeps pretending he isnt. so OF COURSE when vash acknowledges his humanity and the fact that he just... cant do everything, hes able to see that actually, he cant fix knives. maybe no one can. and even if someone could, it would be a long time of people hurting before it happened. and vash can do something now to save those people and free himself from the cycle of abuse, so he does

and man. fuck. the shows been telling us from the beginning that vash is just some guy. we spend four or five episodes with no confirmation that he actually IS vash the stampede. he acts like a side character in his own story. its only when meryl starts to believe he's someone special that the audience starts to see it, and fittingly, its meryl speaking in his defense with the words 'no one has the right to kill anyone else,' as if shed say the same thing about anyone else, as if its not just that its VASH that drives her to defend him; thats when vash's humanity becomes real

anyway good show

[rigginsstreet]

I know there's a lot to unpack and rewrite about Nancy after S2.

but i'm interested on reading from you what would be the things you'd take away, change and/or correct in order for her to be the character the Duffers pretended to bring and failed at?

i just feel like her hearts gone.

season 1 (and even season 2) she cared. yes she had her goals for herself but she didnt let it blind her from caring about other people. she was a wreck over barb she was the only person to reach out to jonathan when will was missing. she had compassion

season 3 came and it was all about her and fuck everyone else like the shit she pulled on jonathan? her not batting at eye about prepping to shoot billy in front of max who was visibly distraught ??? its a bad look. i feel like they made her so uppity in ways she wasnt at the start? and guise it under character development and #girlboss like .... not giving a shit about how your actions affect other people is not the serve you think it is.

i dont even feel like her being the gun toting action here is about actually saving people lmfao its about her having her moment its about her being like “look how bad ass i am”/the duffers being like “yeah we know about feminism!”

its bullshit. shes not a well rounded character anymore shes a cardboard cutout its boring its tired and yall eat it up and its weird to me get better taste stop letting these writers get away with doing the absolute least i see it ALL THE GODDAMN TIME in television especially in television marketed toward a younger crowd. but theres plenty of grown ass people watching this show who need to step up too cuz yall should know better

i sound very mad about this lmfao i am but im not i just hate stranger things and everyone involved. (except dacre youre doing amazing sweetie)

[food-for-hungry-mtr-fans]

Do you have Dor-15 future headcanons? 🥺🥺🥺

You’d better BET! These aren’t really headcanons, more of just an AU. [since I enjoy dystopia and we need more dark AUs fr].

The Robinsons were split into two groups - controlled and sentient.

The Robinsons who were at risk of ‘defying’ Dor-15s orders were kept in the zombie mode we see in the movie.

Some Robinsons were kept sentient with the ‘controlled’ ones being used as blackmail.

’Disobey and I’ll terminate them’ kinda stuff.

That was possible as well - the helping hats physically attached to one’s spinal cord and was capable of instant execution at the click of a button.

I did four characters here, lmk if you want more. (And if so, who?) :

Gaston Framagucci.

Works for Dor-15 the most reluctantly.

Became irritably and almost hyper-aggressive.

Doesnt talk a lot in fear of yelling or sounding too upset.

Keeps the other Robinsons in check.

Has the most weaponry, but despite his aggressive attitude would rather die than hurt his family.

Stays up all night trying to plan ways to get everyone out of this mess.

He uses his cannons as defenses for the house despite the lack of enemies. They definitely don’t shoot meatballs anymore.

He also uses his engineering tech to create his own weapons, as well as sabotage Dor-15s weapons to temporarily inconvenience it.

Wears a large pair of spiked metal gauntlets that give him insane slicing and strength ability, but hinder his ability to work with anything small or intricate.

He hates them, but might be terminated for refusing to wear them.

Art Framagucci.

The most compliant of the Robinsons.

Its unclear why somebody so justice filled would be so willing to work for Dor-15, but as somebody who’s seen wars on other planets, he’s the most aware of the risks of a coop.

Also doesn’t talk. At all. Has voted for pure silence.

Sent to do the most violent tasks of the group, hovering his UFO over industrial areas and making sure everyone is doing their job.

Ordered to terminate those who don’t.

Silently pretends he doesn’t notice younger people who manage to escape.

He spends a lot of time watching the controlled Robinsons, who are just mindlessly set to forever maintain the house.

Hes contemplated removing their hats a thousand times, but after what happened to Tallulah he chooses not to.

Laszlo Robinson.

Laszlo. He’s sure there. Yep.

Laszo doesn’t have a job, but he’s harmless. Objectively.

Tallulah went down fighting and eventually got terminated - one of the only two Robinsons to die.

Laszlo didn’t really object any of Dor-15 orders after that. In fact, he seemed too enthusiastic.

It scared literally everyone, and he was left alone. He spends almost all day and night in his art gallery.

Its unclear though if he’s actually crazy or simply pretending to be so to avoid being put under control.

Paints the most horrific sh!t.

Utilizes his paint gun as a flamethrower by using flammable paints, and attaching a second trigger for a lighter.

Hasn’t killed any humans - torched some frogs though.

Fritz and Petunia.

Fritz is also jobless. He was originally going to be a house slave, but Laszlo silently threatened the house with arson when the recommendation of assigning Fritz a hat came up.

Fritz hasn’t changed at all. He tries to lock himself in his room as much as possible to avoid seeing the house.

Hes a lot more jumpy around everyone. He was never super close to Art, Gaston’s hostility unnerves him, and he’s silently a bit heartbroken seeing Laszlos demeanor.

Petunia is bolted to his hand an cannot be removed.

She isn’t a puppet anymore, instead containing a microchip allowing her her own - limited - sentience.

Shes a thousand times worse to Fritz. She’s only sentient to keep Fritz scared and compliment.

She has claws now, and will scratch Fritz up when slightly upset.

Shes overall very aggressive, but otherwise the same.

Due to her being bolted to Fritz’s arm, when she moves too much it hurts him greatly.

Gaston has considered duct taping her mouth because she is ANNOYING.

[bumblebwii]

Louder Than Bombs

BTS x The Walking Dead

(Part one)

Yoonkook - Jungkook Centric - morally grey Jungkook (the apocalypse is difficult, okay?)

<3K words >4K words

The smell of gunpowder and wet mud clung in Jungkook’s nose, it was far from pleasant but had served to be a much nicer aroma than that of the dead. Flesh - rotting and raw - had to be one of the most disgusting smells on planet earth. Jungkook was sure that if times were different and he could be picky he’d revert to a strict vegetarian diet. 

He would visit the store freely, loudly, explicitly and he’d grab one of the trollies with a now-dead joy, even if it had squeaky wheels that barely rolled in a straight line, and fill it with fresh fruits and vegetables, puddings - lots of puddings - he’d buy shower gels that smelled like heaven in a bottle, laundry detergent that made him feel safe and warm and he’d pay at the till with the largest grin on his face; thank the cashier, wish them well and be sincere about it. If times were different, he’d rush the food home so it didn’t go bad, wrestle his bike out of the little shed he had in his garden and head to the gym, spend an hour or so there before he’d head back home and message around to see if any of his friends were busy because he’d finally got a day off. 

If things were different, Jungkook wouldn’t take the little things for granted. But things were not different, everything had reached its terminus, an end to those little segments of euphoria; an end to mankind as he once knew it. He probably wouldn’t last much longer, it was morbid but he’d grown to accept it, everyone in an apocalypse is just simply waiting to die; procrastinating the inevitable because humans could never really process abruptness. 

Jungkook knew he’d die soon. If the living-dead didn’t get him, and the living-living left him be, then the hunger would take him out. He was surprised that it hadn’t already, he often ate not nearly enough or things that were so past its sell-by date that in the world before he’d have thrown it away in fear of food poisoning. Let it rot and mould over in some rubbish heap far away, wasteful but out of sight and out of mind. 

The greens and browns of the forest were bright and refreshing, it was more life than Jungkook had seen in a year. A year. Jungkook could hardly believe the time that’d passed him by. A whole year since he’d lost everything he held dear to him, a year since the dead no longer stayed dead. A year since humanity died. A year since he watched the world darken like paper held tauntingly at the breadth of a flame. 

The forested mountain range around him provided shelter; hid him from any potential threats but also hid the nightmares that lurked in the dark corners, the threats that he needed to see. Jungkook learned that the hard way over the past year; the bullet wound in his thigh was proving to be a scarlet revision card of the dangers that came with roaming the forest at the end of the world. Jungkook had travelled the country to get here, here to Busan. He’d be damned if he’d be taken out just as he arrived. The gun in his hand was heavy as he raised it to shoot.

He had lived sneaking around Korea alone for the past ten months, but originally started the first two months of this whole apocalypse malarkey with his boyfriend and brother. Jungkook had no sense of survival back then; could hardly hold his own weight, never mind a gun, he hadn’t been a threat to anyone but he pretended to be so he could become something of a rock for their terrified trio. A leader. Bluffing your way through an apocalypse was not wise. It was dangerous and risky because it was curtains if someone called your bluff. Granted, bluffing helped so much more than Jungkook gave it credit and he eventually could stop pretending. Although, by that point, he was alone and his heart had been consumed by the fall of humanity. 

Jungkook remembers the day he was separated from the two most important people in his life. There were strangers trying to grow their group because safety was in numbers, mercilessness and strength, they’d offered to band together, said they liked the strength and stubbornness, but Jungkook didn’t trust them - he may have hated zombie movies but he knew well enough that stranger danger was intensified in an apocalypse. Jungkook couldn’t forget the narrowed eyes of whom he’d placed as their leader or the way his cheeks dimpled when he spoke and made a very contrasting attribute for a man of such intimidation, the stranger had power and planning, whoever he was, he definitely did not have to bluff like Jungkook did. 

They’d all been milling around, too afraid to turn their backs on each other, it was no surprise when the hoard showed up, growling and groaning, a haunting noise that echos in his ears every time he tries to sleep. They let themselves be stupidly unaware for just a fraction of time and then they were surrounded. 

He remembers catching one of the strangers huddling beside his brother, weaponless and terrified; Jungkook remembers the tears in the man’s eyes and the shaking in his hands. Jungkook trusted them at that moment, the group of strangers, that is, he realised that they were equals just trying to procrastinate the painfully slow process that was death. He thought it would be alright from there, there was safety in these people, they could survive together, they could trust each other. They were human, not yet the walking dead. 

It was a small hoard to begin with, one they could tackle easily but there was a second wave stumbling not too far behind, lured in by the sounds of them all fighting. They fought together, bathing each other in clotted, rotting blood, the thick and sticky half liquid-half solid matter clung to everything like dead weight - literally - but at that moment, Jungkook hadn’t cared, he was too focused on getting Yoongi and Jimin and the lost looking stranger into safety. 

Jungkook needed to be that one person he knew he’d shout at if he were to watch the scene play out on the television, because this was his reality now and he understood those foolish people on the screen. He needed to make some kind of escape for these people, otherwise they’d get too tired and all this fighting would be for nothing because they would be eaten anyway. 

Jungkook remembers calling for everyone to head up the fire exit right beside them, remembers holding back a cry as he ran past it, hitting the top of a dumpster and began yelling, “keep going! Keep climbing! I’ll keep them distracted!” Jungkook’s heart hammered away in his chest like the drums of a heroic death. He needed to keep the dead’s attention on him so they would not grab at them as they climbed the ladders, but he was not going to die today, not a chance.

The hoard - about thirty of the dead - were quick, hissing as they stretched out their decomposing hands in close attempts of grabbing him, Jungkook was getting tired; struggling to keep his stamina in check. Jungkook realised he was stuck pretty quickly and groaned outwardly, this is why he hates these characters, this is why bluffing his way through the apocalypse was not a good idea. 

Once he had lured them into the corner, he pushed the dumpster around to trap as many as he could before swinging his bat at whatever was left, but it was not enough and he fell, buried beneath gnashing teeth and rotten flesh. They were heavy and Jungkook cried out in a whirlwind of emotions but managed to use the kitchen knife in his hand to stab at the two above him before using the last string of strength to push them off and cursed the government for having the strict gun laws he had once admired.

He ran to the fire exit, unscathed and shaken, but stopped when the ladder was gone and the others were looking over the edge of the building. Jungkook cursed and ran to the next one, climbing quickly to reach the top. He had not expected to be met with a gun barrel, that had probably been stolen from the military sites, poised hauntingly at his glabellar once he had clambered to safety. “I don’t think so. We saw you go down. You've been bitten.” 

The memories from there fade a little, between getting shot in the side - the angle of the shot skewed by his brother’s intervention and Jungkook waking up, covered in dust and blood beneath the rubble of the shop he had been standing above. At that time, he was sure he’d been reanimated - he sure felt like he had, the pain was unbearable -  but once he came to, he knew he was alive, breathing, oxygenated, full of coherent senses and he had called out to anything, anyone above him, supposing it’d been no more than a few minutes and they’d be there to get him anytime soon. He had waited patiently, painfully using whatever he could to keep the slice along his hip clean, and the bullet wound uninfected but as minutes turned into a day and a day turned into a week, he knew they were not coming. They had abandoned him after he had risked his life to keep them alive. 

For Jungkook, God - though he had never really been religious - had died and so had the only people in his life that he had left to love. Jungkook was alone and if he wanted to survive, he needed to move. So he left, forced his healing body to heal quicker, scavenged, learned how to survive alone, began to understand weaponry and bittered his heart for survival of the fall of humanity over the course of ten months.  

Jungkook, who bluffed his way through absolutely anything and everything was dead too, he was still wasting away on that deserted shop floor, hoping that his long lost love would return to him. This Jungkook, the one calculating his next move, this Jungkook was a killer. Cold blooded, maniacal almost. He had become the walking dead. Sly, malicious, tactical in everything he did. This Jungkook had a rebirth, he was no longer the feeble caterpillar writhing around on the nearest leaf, he was a moth stuck in a person’s ear canal, dirty and irritating, awaiting the next host he could feed off of whilst simultaneously eating away the flesh around him. 

Yoongi and Jimin were dead to Jungkook, it was what kept him moving, they were no longer there to weigh Jungkook down and pull him into tough situations like the last one they were in. Jungkook was free now, he could be selfish and survive peacefully, he let himself forget their faces, their voices, their habits, he forced away the memories of the gentle way Yoongi used to dance his fingers over Jungkook’s back and lull him into sleep. Jungkook forced his brain to discard all memories of Jimin sticking to the protective hyung role in all ages of their life and the way Jimin would come home with black eyes and busted knuckles for fighting the kids who dared to bully his nerdy little Jungkookie. They were gone and Jungkook forced himself to make sure they were completely gone, not even existing as one of the unfathomable walking dead.

The apocalypse was something weird to Jungkook, he wasn’t sure how it worked, even if some fancy scientist had explained it to him once, before he blew himself to smithereens, it still didn’t make sense, it wasn’t possible; how could it be possible? Bodies rot and, judging by the rate of decay in which the hoards he’d fought off were at, they rot faster when they’re reanimated, Jungkook couldn’t understand how they moved and saw and smelled their prey. There was no logic in the dead being able to hear and pinpoint the smallest of pindrops, how their rotting, sticky, foul smelling hands grabbed as harshly as they did or how they still had the need to eat. Jungkook had never understood it, all those comics and shows he could never really get into about the days of the dead had always made him want to roll his eyes; he preferred the slices of life, the plot lines that made sense and gripped your heart, the angsty stories and movies that have you sobbing into your blanket at three am. 

It was ironic now, those slices of life were no longer slices of life, they were the fantasy, a fiction, a daydream some teenager would mope about wanting to happen, they would mope about being born into the wrong era, they would pout and hum long forgotten songs as they washed away the clotted blood and rotting organs from their clothes. That calm wave of life had gone, that normalcy that had been taken away from them, was a utopia craved by those within this dystopia that was created by the global governments royally fucking everything. A combination of population control, greed, medicine and poor communication skills. They let their dysfunction eat away at good, innocent people, it destroyed the world like everyone said it would but never stopped because no one can benefit from an equal world. Apparently.

The smell of gunpowder returned to his nose and reeled back his thoughts, away from what was to what is and what is, is fighting the living. The throbbing in his thigh needed to be pushed away, swallowed down to be digested for adrenaline. This was not how Jeon Jungkook died. Not yet, it was too abrupt and nowhere near as dramatic enough. 

A group, three or so - Jungkook didn’t really get a good look at them - had not even given the lone survivor a chance before opening fire, they started this but that was okay because Jungkook would finish it. He’d survive this and win, even if it meant turning the beautiful forest into a cemetery. He wasn’t sure why they were shooting at him but he suspected stranger danger and desperateness for supplies, not that Jungkook had many of those - unless they were cannibals, he supposed; Jungkook had been there, tried that, it had been keeping him alive when stale food was unavailable. He’d already shot one of them, he heard the commotion of it, the loud thud of their body and someone’s gentle cry for them to stay awake.

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook pushed himself up on his uninjured leg and pulled up the small pistol he had stolen from one of the few untouched military bases at the edge of Busan, and he aimed right for where he saw an arm poking out from behind a tree and he pulled the trigger, hating the ache that the kickback sent jeering up his arms but cheering in a silent pride that he’d got another one of them, their cries of pain cutting over the gunfire echo that rained over them. He moved his gun again, aiming for the head that poked gently out from behind another tree to look at the one Jungkook had just shot, He pulled the trigger, taking a step forward as he did so, a mistake, he missed them by a couple of inches, hitting the tree instead, “bastard.”

Jungkook stumbled forward again, gun clenched tightly in his fist and he was on full alert, turning to shoot as he saw someone step out from behind a tree on his back left. They moved too fast for Jungkook to react to and he was tackled to the floor, the thud of it had been echoed by a desperate, pained, drowsy, “Yoongi!” 

The dead would be there soon, Jungkook needed to get this over with and move on, he shoved the person off harshly and did not think twice about pulling the trigger. His unstable balance and tug of his heart at the name threw his aim further off and he hit the stranger in the side and there was another pained, drowsy, barely hanging on, “Yoongi!” 

It made Jungkook’s fist clench tighter around the handle of the pistol in his hand, turning to the source of the shout. Gun aimed and hands shaking as he refused to let that voice, that familiar voice and the man trying to wrestle him to a stop with such a familiar name be the cause of his defeat. The voice was something soft and soaked in pain, something familiar, as their body could be heard crawling across the forest floor, held back and weak from where Jungkook had shot him. He knew that voice, knew that face, that cry, it reminded him of days running through the fields of the farm he grew up on, it reminded him of sick days in bed spent watching movies, it reminded him of light and happiness and the only family member to ever really enjoy Jungkook’s presence once he hit his teen years. It reminded him of everything he forced himself to forget.

He must have faltered for a second because he was soon met with a body, heavy and well built, overpowering him entirely tackling him to the floor. He relented with a grunt, his arm caught and twisted beneath the knee of whoever had pounced on him and his gun thrown off to the side.

“Don’t move or you’ll lose your head.” Jungkook huffed at the threat but remained still as the sting of a blade made its way across his throat. There was a ringing in his ears, probably from the come down of adrenaline, and the bullet wound in his thigh began throbbing in a way that brought Jungkook to breathlessness. He kept his eyes closed, doing his best not to writhe in pain but the person on top of him was heavy and sitting on the many wounds and their hand was pressed painfully into his chest as they kept themselves somewhat balanced; if they weren’t holding a blade to his neck, he’d have flipped them over easily. “I said don’t fucking move.” Their voice was deep and gravely, it sent chills down the back of Jungkook’s neck.

“It’s hard not to when you’re sitting on my gunshot wound and pushing your hand into my fucking sternum.” Jungkook groaned, opening one of his eyes to scowl at whoever was above him. He couldn’t see them clearly, however, because the sun was far too blinding to keep a focused eye.

“Jimin,” the man above Jungkook said tenderly, sadly, Jungkook couldn’t really see what was happening though and the blade at his neck seemed to dig in harder so he didn’t dare crane his head around. “How bad is it, Joon? Is he alive?” There was fear in the man’s voice, that deep gravel had long since cleared up, he sounded smooth and melodic, a love song Jungkook once played on repeat.

“Yoongi move, move so I can fucking kill him myself.” The leader scowled, his own pistol pointed at Jungkook’s face, his hand was shaking and there were tears clouding his eyes. The wounded shoulder he was spotting looked awfully painful and it brought Jungkook’s attention to his own wound once again and to the man atop of him.

Jungkook felt his heart plummet to his stomach, fear and excitement bubbling through him. “Park Jimin?” Jungkook frowned, his brother was alive and Jungkook had just shot him, apparently. There was something buzzing around his head and it made him light headed, there his brother lay, turned onto his back by the tall stranger and he was agonisingly still because Jungkook had shot him. The man Jungkook had once loved more than life itself was pinning Jungkook down in fear and hate, a boiling anger that could be felt in the reflection of light from the blade at Jungkook’s throat. It was an odd realisation, like a horde of the dead had fallen on him. 

It was a pin drop moment, when the man above him leaned closer, a frown pulled together on his face and realisation flooding his brain, “Jungkook?” The relief in the man’s eyes had washed out instantly, replaced with a layer of white-hot anger. Jungkook didn’t understand why Yoongi would be angry, he was the one that left, he took everything they had for survival and they had taken Jungkook’s plan of returning to the farm in Busan and left him to become one of the rotters as if they were never in love, as if Jungkook was the stranger. 

Min Yoongi was Jungkook’s first love and last string to the peace of the living world. Yoongi and Jungkook had been together for a majority of their lives, they dreamed of getting married one day but the laws were never passed and times changed and life - what was left of it - moved on. Still, they had worked to the bone to get a cosy little house and a garden, good jobs that they’d plunged themselves into student debts for, they worked hard for each other and their love and gave each other something that their outside world couldn’t. It was cheesy as cheesy could be but Jungkook loved that and would not have changed it for the world. They had been soulmates through and through and accepting that Yoongi had left him all those months ago - left him to die and turn - to do nothing but stumble around this grim abyss alone had been impossible. Now here they lay, Jungkook seeming to be the villainous dragon that Yoongi the noble, valiant knight would be protecting his people from if he chopped off its head with this big shiny sword. 

Jungkook fell placid, all tension that had built up inside of him disappeared, as a menacing, taunting laugh broke past Jungkook’s chapped lips, a sound so unstable and crafted by months and months of poisoning his own humanity and smashing his once perfect moral compass into a million fragments and the name of his lover rolled off of his tongue like a poisoned arrow, “Min Yoongi. We meet again.”

[bitegore]

💙

an au I made up and never wrote: (okay listen i've written one story set in there but it only pays basic lip service to the idea and basically nothing else. trust me. it counts its fine)

okay! this is "humanformers", but actually it's androids in disguise featuring "everyone is a pretender now" and "we only transform a little bit". i'm debating adding a magical girl element where they jump and spin and out come GIANT FUCKOFF CANNONS and MAGIC ARMOR. (all my beloved friends and followers who know more about magical girl anime than me can boo and hiss as they see fit about that but you can't tell me Megatron jumping into the air and getting a chainmail armor cape and metal stompy boots and his giant gun and a scale armor skirt wouldn't go hard. i do not believe you it would be very cool and also sexy)

We start out from the POV of our FAVORITE HUMAN SIDEKICK (FHS for short, because they don't have a name), meeting a very weird stranger. This stranger is SOUNDWAVE, walking computer bank and wireless hacking donglebrain extraordinaire. He is also Extraordinarily Fucking Weird.

Soundwave: Hello. Take me to your satellite dish array.

FSH, just a random person: ??????? bro r u lost?????? what the fuck

Soundwave: [pulls out a gun] Hello. Take me to your satellite dish array.

FSH: ?????????????????????

Soundwave: Hurry Up.

FSH: i don't Have a satellite dish array. I don't even have cable.

Soundwave, faceblind: So you mean you are not Secretary Of Defense of the United States Namey Namename?

FSH, trying to activate "emergency call" inside their coat pocket because they're pretty sure (correctly) Soundwave is a domestic terrorist: Uh. No. I work at a Target.

Emergency services: "This is 911, what is your emergency?"

Soundwave, hearing of a bat: Stranger. Hang up immediately.

FSH, not hanging up immediately: uhuh yup hanging up immediately. please don't shoot me. did you hear that, i said you have a gun, please do not shoot me, i am hanging up the phone now, aren't we lucky that they can't trace a call to a location, ha, ha, ha, ha

Soundwave: why are you speaking so loudly

FSH: idk sometimes people do that when they're stressed. please stop pointing a gun at me unless you're going to mug me or something

Soundwave: Why should I want to mug you.

FSH: ........for money? I mean, not that I-

Soundwave: Rest assured that if I wanted to have more money there are more efficient ways for me to get it than taking the wallets of strangers.

FSH: ....that is actually strangely reassuring but you are still pointing the gun at me. can i go home.

Soundwave: you are Certain that you are not Namey Namename of the Department of Defense. Give me your ID.

FSH: IS this a mugging?

Soundwave: no. now give me your wallet.

anyway after this happens Soundwave eventually is frightened off by the sirens, FSH speaks to the Authorities, and one Authority Cop Pig is like. hm. i am going to take you for further questioning off the record

and FSH goes OH SHIT WHERES MY LAWYER

and Pig Rude Officer Why-are-you-doing-this Loser (shortened PROWL) is like "you do not need a lawyer, this is off the record". FSH who knows their rights is like "NO NO NO i DEFINITELY need a lawyer wtf is this shit" and Prowl is like. Um. Please do not involve any more outsiders this is a domestic terrorism thing. FSH goes "I AM NOT A TERRORIST" loud enough to attract the attention of Bad Asshole Rude R-... fuck it i cant do this again. Barricade. Who is also there. Prowl and Barricade are both aware there's someone from either team in the building but they do not know who it is. You don't either. You're like "HEY. HELLO. HI. I NEED A LAWYER"

barricade, who barely believes in due process and thinks lawyers are for losers who dont believe in police brutality, makes eye contact with Prowl and pointedly walks away.

asshole.

Prowl eventually finally gets FSH to chill out by offering to bring in an attorney. He calls Jazz, who is not at all an attorney. FSH is convinced by his fake business card and is like "yeah this weird guy pointed a gun at me on the street and wanted to know if i was Namelike Namesomething from the Department of Homeland Security or something like that, i don't know."

"You mean Namey Namename?" says Prowl, who knows everyone in the entire upper government and has files on all of them. "You do look remarkably similar." He is also faceblind as fuck because i think it's funny to make all the data analysis people struggle to differentiate between faces irl.

Jazz, about 2.5 seconds to look them up later: Prowl bro what the fuck are you talking about no they do not

FSH, a genius: ....your.... name is Prowl? What kind of name is that?

Prowl: Nickname.

Jazz: Nickname.

FSH: weird nickname. what are you, like, supposed to be batman or something?

Prowl: ......I like cats. What did Soundwave want?

FSH: ???soundwave???

Prowl: .....code...name. codename.

FSH: is that the guy i ran into???

Prowl: yes obviously keep up.

FSH: uh. a sattellite array? or something

Prowl and Jazz, in unison: OH NO, NOT THE SATELLITE ARRAY!!!

now we never see FSH again because their role in the story is OVER AND DONE. instead we have Prowl and Jazz fuck off out of the station really fast. Barricade, whomst we all know is a decepticon, is like "hm. suspicious behavior. better call my boss" and he calls Soundwave. He sends Soundwave their pictures. Soundwave, faceblind, is like "these resemble every single autobot and also everyone at your job. let me send them off to buzzsaw for analysis"

buzzsaw has wings. no one questions this because buzzsaw also has the emo fringe haircut and wears a silly looking jacket and as such looks at all times like he's trying to cosplay an anime character. he does this on purpose because it entertains him. buzzsaw is also really good at recognizing faces

"oh shit" says buzzsaw "thems autobots"

ANYWAY i havent got much past that but essentially the bots and cons are on earth, HAVE been on earth, and are in a race to the bottom for magical crystals (energon. legit just energon) that they use to power themselves and their augmentations. They're in a secret shadow war, and the government is not aware they exist but constantly trying to catch them because it's obvious something is up, they're just incompetents. multiple characters have removable boobs. drag strip cannot buy groceries without committing murder (written here, the only thing ive ever actually done in this au outside of draw vortex irritating motormaster on purpose once). thank you for listening to my ted talk now i need to turn off my computer and turn it back on again lmao

[biwi23]

Viggo's World: Charmy's Revenge [found on the Lost Episode Creepypasta Wiki]

I'm sure that most of you know about Viggo's World. If you don't, then let me explain. Its a show on Nickelodeon about a cat named Viggo going on adventures with his friends in a city named 123 Viggo's World. Anyways, I would like to tell you about a lost episode of the show that was so messed up that it made me stop watching Viggo's World for a month.

One night, I was watching Nick at Nite, when a announcement came up saying that a special episode of Viggo's World was coming up next. I was confused, since why would a episode of a children's show like this air on Nick at Nite? However, at the same time, I was interested, so I went into the kitchen, made myself some popcorn and a orange juice and prepared myself to watch this special episode. If only I knew what would befall.

The intro to Viggo's World began playing, however, it didn't seem right. The colours were all red and the theme song was low-pitched. The title card then came up and it was Charmy looking angry with red pupils and red, bloody text above him saying "Charmy's Revenge". I was confused, since why would Charmy get revenge? However, I continued watching.

[The title card of the episode.]

The episode began with Viggo and his friends having a party of some sort, when Charmy said to Viggo "Hey, Viggo, did you bring any honey muffins for me?" and Viggo said to Charmy "Sorry to say, but no. Maybe next birthday when we have a party, right?". Charmy then got very angry and said "Are you joking with me?! Viggo, how dare you not bring any honey muffins for me?! You know exactly why you didn't bring them, you ate them all?! Viggo, you're such a fucking dick, you know?!". Viggo and his friends then gasped in shock at what Charmy said and I felt the same way as them, because children's shows are not supposed to have swearing in them.

Charmy then began to go into rage, pulled out a gun and began shooting Viggo in the head, while Viggo screamed. It wasn't pretend screaming like the voice actors always do, but actual screaming, as if the voice actor was in agony. After he was done shooting Viggo in the head, he began to eat Viggo's brains, while Viggo's friends just stood there and watched in horror as Charmy was eating Viggo's brains.

Amy Rose then said "Why are you doing this to Viggo, Charmy, WHY?". Charmy then got black eyes with blood coming out of them

[A possible screenshot of the episode.]

and said in a demonic voice "Because he didn't bring any honey muffins for me. Now its time for you to die, you cunt!". Charmy then pulled out a knife and began stabbing Amy in the chest with it, while she screamed. Then, Charmy heard police sirens as he said "Oh shit." and stopped stabbing Amy.

The policemen then came and said "Charmy, you're under arrest, for 2 counts of murder. Get in the car now.". Charmy then said "FUCK NO!!! THIS IS AMERICA, YOU FUCKING PIGS!!!", pulled out a AK-47 and began shooting the policemen, blood and guts splattering everywhere. Charmy then went back to the people who were at the party and said "Okay, since nobody here wants to fess up being a fucking snitch, I guess I will have to kill every single one of you, you fucking shitheads.". All of the people screamed "NOOOOO!!!" and Charmy screamed "YES!!!".

It then cut to black for 2 minutes, all while screaming was heard, along with gunshots, explosions and chainsaws being heard. It then showed all of 123 Viggo's World on fire, as a creepy music box was heard. It then showed everyone in 123 Viggo's World dead, killed in horrifying ways. Sonic had his eyes gouged out and his stomach ripped open and Little Guy had his arms and legs taken off and a bullet hole in his chest. I don't want to talk about the rest, since its way too gory.

It then showed Charmy walking down the street, depressed. Charmy then said "Oh no, what have I done? I killed all of my best friends, now its time for me to die.". Charmy then pulled out a knife and started stabbing himself in the head with it. He then collapsed onto the floor, dead. Then it showed white text on a black screen saying "Sorry, but Viggo, Charmy, Amy Rose, Velina, Sonic and all of the other characters are dead, so there's no more characters and very sadly, there's no more Viggo's World. If you're watching this, be very sad. Thanks for watching the special episode of Viggo's World.".

The credits then began playing, but only listing Viggo V. as the guy who made the episode. I was shocked, so I turned off the TV and went to sleep. While I was sleeping, I had several nightmares like Charmy's black eyes and all of the characters getting killed. The next day, I contacted Leaf Animation Group about this and Viggo V. said the following:

"How did you find this? You see, we hired a guy named Sam as a lead animator for a Viggo's World special that would revive the struggling show in 2001. During that time, Sam went crazy and made this episode as the series finale, before getting fired. Sam then went on to kill over 50 people and got arrested for his actions. Now, about that credits at the end of the episode which said I've made the episode, it wasn't me, it 100% wasn't me. Also, I have a theory that some lunatic found the episode, hijacked it on your local TV station near (CITY NAME WITHHELD) somehow and got the episode to air on your local Nickelodeon station. I'm sorry that you are scared and I'll send you some apologies.".

A few days later, the people at Leaf Animation Group sent me a bunch of Viggo's World and The Tom and Tim Show DVD's and also a muffin with icing on it saying "Sorry". I ate the muffin and kept the Viggo's World DVD's for my little brother. If you find this episode, stay away from it. source

[idolskpop]

The Escape of the Seven Episode 3: Bang Da Mi’s Revenge Plan Goes Wrong

The Escape of the Seven episode 3 delivered a shocking twist as Bang Da Mi, the main character, was seemingly shot dead by her own father. The suspenseful drama, which follows the lives of seven people connected to a high school student’s disappearance, has been gaining popularity and ratings since its premiere.

What Happened in The Escape of the Seven Episode 3?

(Photo : SBS) The third episode of The Escape of the Seven continued with Bang Da Mi’s struggle to clear her name and find out the truth behind the online rumors that ruined her life. She was accused of having an affair with her biological father, who was also a professor at her school. He was arrested for drug possession and sexual harassment, and she was ostracized by her classmates and teachers. Bang Da Mi received a call from her grandfather, who offered to help her and told her to go to an organization that supports victims of cyberbullying. She agreed, but she also had a plan to get revenge on those who wronged her. She secretly broadcasted a live video, where she invited four people to meet her at a certain location: her biological mother, her homeroom teacher, Han Mo Ne, and Cha Joo Ran. She hinted that she would reveal a secret that would shock everyone.

(Photo : SBS) However, things did not go as planned. When she arrived at the meeting place, she was confronted by a man who claimed to be her father. He pulled out a gun and shot her in front of the camera, shocking the viewers and the four invitees. The episode ended with a cliffhanger, leaving many questions unanswered.

Who is Bang Da Mi’s Father?

(Photo : SBS) One of the biggest mysteries in The Escape of the Seven is the identity of Bang Da Mi’s father. She was adopted by a wealthy family when she was young, but she later found out that her biological father was a professor at her school. However, in episode 3, it was revealed that he was not her real father either. He was actually hired by someone to pretend to be her father and ruin her reputation. So who is Bang Da Mi’s real father? And why did he shoot her? Some viewers have speculated that he might be Min Do Hyuk, a reporter who has been investigating the case of the missing student. He also seems to have a connection with Bang Da Mi, as he tried to help her after he falsely accused her of being involved in the disappearance. However, this theory has not been confirmed yet.

(Photo : SBS) Another possibility is that Bang Da Mi’s real father is someone related to the missing student or one of the other six people who are involved in the case. The drama has hinted that there are many secrets and lies among the characters, and that everyone has a motive to hide something. Perhaps Bang Da Mi’s father is one of them, and he wanted to silence her before she exposed his secret.

How Did The Escape of the Seven Episode 3 Perform?

(Photo : SBS) According to Nielsen Korea, The Escape of the Seven episode 3 achieved an average nationwide rating of 6.7 percent, which is a significant increase from its previous episode. The drama also ranked first in its time slot among all channels. The drama has been receiving positive reviews from critics and viewers alike, who praised its thrilling plot, stellar cast, and impressive production quality. The drama is directed by Joo Dong Min and written by Kim Soon Ok, who are also behind the hit series The Penthouse trilogy. The drama stars Uhm Ki Joon, Hwang Jun Eum, Lee Joon, Lee Yoo Bi, and more. The drama is available to watch on SBS, Viki, Wavve, Kocowa, and Prime Video. It airs every Friday and Saturday at 10 p.m. KST.

What Can We Expect from The Escape of the Seven Episode 4?

(Photo : SBS) The next episode of The Escape of the Seven will reveal what happened to Bang Da Mi after she was shot. Did she survive or die? And who was behind the shooting? The preview showed that Bang Chil Sung, Bang Da Mi’s adoptive father, will be suspected of being involved in the incident. He will also receive a call from Bang Da Mi’s adoptive mother, who will warn him that someone is trying to kill them. Meanwhile, Min Do Hyuk will continue his investigation into the case of the missing student. He will also try to find out more about Bang Da Mi and her father. He will face some obstacles and dangers along the way, as he will encounter some powerful enemies who want to stop him. The other characters will also face their own challenges and conflicts as they try to escape from their pasts and secrets. They will have to deal with their guilt, fear, anger, and greed as they get entangled in a web of lies and deception. What do you think of The Escape of the Seven episode 3? Are you looking forward to the next episode? Share your thoughts and opinions in the comments below. Subscribe to IDOLS KPOP for exclusive updates and captivating content. Read the full article

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

God I need therapy

[heckyeahponyscans]

Hey folks, I live in Seattle and up till a couple years ago I lived on Capitol Hill. I still have friends living there.  So I thought I’d provide some local insight into the CHAZ (Capitol Hill Autonomous Zone).

There is a lot of misinformation out there, especially from Fox News, which photoshopped a gunman into pics, wow.

First, the best resources to find CHAZ info are local to Seattle: The Seattle Times, Capitol Hill Blog, and the CHAZ livestream where you can see the streets for yourself.

Capitol Hill is a very densely populated neighborhood full of apartment buildings and bustling restaurants and bars. If you work there, you live there (because it is hard to navigate by car, like NYC), and if you live there, you are probably super liberal. It’s also the center of counter-culture and LGBTQ culture in Seattle.

Are the protesters terrorizing the locals?

No, the protesters ARE the locals. They live in the many, many apartment buildings on Capitol Hill.  Having lived there for years, believe me when I say “fuck the police” is a prevalent opinion there even when there isn’t a nationwide protest.

Is there looting?  How are businesses protecting themselves?

The businesses are not being looted; they are open and are doing a booming business. The supply chain hasn’t been broken so they aren’t running out of goods. Also, a lot of workers / business owners ARE protesters.

I saw a picture of Seattle on fire!

Actually you saw a picture of a protest in Minnesota that Fox News pretended was Seattle because they are frauds and shills.

How big is the Autonomous Zone?

Six square blocks.

How did this situation come about?

There was a peaceful march.  The mayor abruptly set a 5 pm curfew.  The protesters ignored it and marched anyway.  Then the police set up barricades to stop the march.  The cops started using tear-gas and flash-bangs and the situation devolved from there. (You can find videos of this on Capitol Hill Blog.)  What prompted the tear-gas was . . . one of the protesters thrust a pink umbrella over the barrier.  Yes, really.

The situation deteriorated for several days/nights running until the police abandoned the East Precinct on Capitol Hill. The violence was very one-sided: the police attacking the protesters.

Then the police left.  From what I heard the mayor ordered them out due to rumors or fears that the police station would be burned down? Which didn’t happen.  Anyway, they abruptly left.  As in, hired a literal moving truck and emptied out their headquarters, in almost a comedic beat.

Do you have to show your ID to enter the Autonomous Zone?

No.  People come and go freely.

What’s with the physical barriers then?

They’re to keep vehicles out. 

Backstory:  While the protests were ongoing, a guy (whose brother was an East Precinct cop) tried to ram his car into a crowd of protesters.  A brave man eating a hot dog threw himself at the side of the car, grabbed the steering wheel through the open window, and stopped him. Whereupon cop-brother-car-man shot him with a gun.

Personally I think cop-brother-car-man was planning a mass shooting because he had extra ammo taped to his hoodie sleeve. You can see the blue tape on his arm in the pic above. (The man who was shot thankfully survived.  Check out those brave medics tending him while an ACTIVE SHOOTER is standing feet away!)

But anyway, that’s why there are barriers. I believe they move them aside for approved vehicles, like emergency vehicles or deliveries.

Are there people with guns roaming around?

Not on a regular basis, although I’ve heard a local gun club had some members there one night when it was rumored the Proud Boys (a Nazi group) might show up.  (They didn’t.)  But in general, no.

Is it scary??

No.  The neighborhood is fully on board and overall there is a festive atmosphere.  There are speeches about BLM, about discrimination, about what people want for the neighborhood.  There are first aid stations, medics and counselors, and people offering free pizza.  If you watch the livestreams, you can see people walking their dogs, out with their kids, etc.

Where will this all end?

I don’t know.  The barriers can’t stay up forever and I think everyone knows that.  The “Autonomous Zone” name is tongue-in-cheek, the protesters aren’t actually trying to secede from the United States.  The point of all this is to force the city to listen to the people in the neighborhood, to enact change.  This is a boiling over of frustration.  The police have never been good-faith neighbors on Capitol Hill.  And Seattle police have always been pretty racist and had a problem with excessive force.

Look at this whole situation.  All the police had to do was stand back and let the protesters march; they would have marched and gone home and that would be that.  All the police had to do was nothing.  Instead they turned a neighborhood into a warzone.

By the way, did you know that yesterday (6/12) in a different Seattle neighborhood 60,000 people marched to support BLM?  And because the city had learned its lesson about dumbass curfews, they let everyone march and nothing bad happened.

Weird how the national news didn’t report on that march, huh?  Almost like they cherrypick the protests that will appear “scary” to their audience.

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I watched Barbarian so you…might not have to?

🍼As always spoilers under the cut 🍼

First can I say this was beautifully shot? I loved the looming leering shots that really make you feel like a voyer. I want to be clear i did not hate this movie but i can tell its something that wont be everyones cup of tea. It deals heavily with themes of sexual assault and its got plot twists every turn. Every monster you think is the bad guy, isn’t. We get some really interesting commentaries on what i think is trying to speak about sexual assault. To be honest with you, i would ‘does the dog die’ this movie and go in blind and then come back here because even though I’m on the fence about it it’s still a good watch.

We start off with Tess, our final girl, she is shaky as she finds out that the air bnb she is at double booked her with Keith. Keith is this creepy…typical nice guy type? He’s very pushy and he is genuinely kind but he just wont take no for an answer. I love how the movie keeps throwing you red herrings, someone Tess is interviewing for her job when she says where shes staying for the air bnb says she shouldn’t be there but does not elaborate further.

The horror truly begins in the basement. A basement that continues to go farther and farther with each persons story we get to see how far it goes. Tess finds the filming room, which we later find is where the original owner brought women to rape them and film it. However she doesn’t get far beyond the filming room as she encounters a person i can only with good conscience call mother, and mother promptly dispatches of Keith. We cut to AJ, a Hollywood actor and rapist and who owns the house now, or well the deed. See AJ is everything a typical rapist seems like? He’s this stupid charismatic dude bro who, when confronted by an old friend, admits that the girl “took a little convincing.” His attorney advises against him leaving California to go to the air bnb but he does so anyways. When he gets there he finds Tess and Keith’s things and calls the people who rent it out to ask who the hell it is thats been staying here because he thinks its squatters. The woman on the phone tells him no one has been there in Two Weeks he gets aggressive with her and we sorta watch his decline. He calls the girl he raped, leaving her a backhanded apology for a voicemail. Now, AJ is crazy stupid and through the movie you might consider “oh he’s had a change of heart-“ I want you to nip that in the bud now. I think this movie makes it clear that a rapist is an irredeemable person and I honestly agree.

Something i think to be interesting is when we find Tess, she survived because mother just wants to pretend you’re her baby. Not to dig in where commentary might not be made but seeing AJ be so resistant to the rules to survive, the rules that helped Tess live, it sort of reminds me how as girls you have to learn to protect yourself at a young age, you have to learn to survive quickly while men, sort of just get to breeze by. And thats what happens…

We slowly find out that mother lives in this basement collecting people because she wants babies. The original owner has holed himself away in a deeper part and…mother wont approach his door when AJ finds his room. We are told mother is the result of the original owner breeding with his offspring over and over after raping women and them having his children. She is “a copy of a copy” whats shocking is that AJ when met with what hes done from an outside perspective, watching this disgusting old man’s tapes, he asks him what the fuck is wrong with him. The old man’s response is to kill himself with a gun that AJ promptly takes. See, in this time, Tess got free, Called the cops (who did nothing and i think thats also an interesting comment on rape), got help from a homeless man from earlier, hit mother with her car, and went back in to help AJ. And what happens when she goes back? He shoots Tess. Tess is brought out of the house with him but mother is gone and she is bleeding out fast. It is getting dark which mind you is one of the only times mother comes out. They make it to the homeless mans shelter who tells them he’s been living there for years and shes never bothered him here, however i assume because he has her babies, its different now. She attacks the man.

The final climax starts as AJ and Tess race up a water tower with mother in pursuit. AJ like the butterfingers he is drops his gun when trying to shoot her. Despite his heroic speech at the homeless shelter, he tells Tess HE can survive, but she will have to slow her down. He grabs Tess and throws her to which mother promptly dives after her ‘baby’ AJ runs down to grab his gun and finish the job but when he sees Tess is alive he immediately deals her excuses, and issues blame on her. “I didn’t even shove you you just started slipping, you understand right?” However once Tess slips off of mother, AJ comes to the rude awakening that mother also survived her landing and she promptly dispatches of the man who hurt Tess. We come to this final scene which ill be honest made me cry…

Tess grabs the gun while mother tries to motion her back to the house. Tess cannot be moved because of her wound and keeps telling her she cannot go back. She keeps trying to rub her face and say mama…she keeps nudging her to try and help and Tess shoots her point blank in the head… and while in some capacity i knew it had to happen it made me cry… mother had saved Tess’s life yet she had to die. She couldn’t live any other way…I’m not sure who the real monster is in this story wether its men like AJ or men like the original owner or maybe rapists in general. I don’t think mother was ever a bad guy…

I give this movie a 10/10. Even if i don’t fully understand it. It was gorgeous, the gore was great and looked great, it made solid commentary, and threw you for a loop every step of the way. I recommend watching it even if its hard to stomach at times. Over all it was a good movie and a good scare. The monsters truly are the friends we met along the way 💕🍼

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I have no clue if there's a limit with the tropes but they're all my favorites!! 💕😭 fake dating, touch starved, hurt on the job, and oblivious pinning with Connor rk800 x human! male or nonbinary reader. Where they have to pretend to be dating for a job and the reader gets hurt leads to Connor patching them up. I’m just such a sucker for the overprotective worried one gently patching up the other omfg!!

A/n: Thanks everyone for sending asks I’m going to try to answer them in the order I get them!! Keep ‘em coming, we still haven't gotten a bingo :) This is Male reader btw :P (To the asker that sent me a similar request: I think I’m still gonna do yours bc this one is a bit more action-y than it seems you want <;3)

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Summary: You, code name Keith, and Connor, code name Nathan, are assigned to take down a big Red Ice dealer and after months of waiting the day came to finally end it.

Warnings: Cursing, drug use/dealers, guns, shooting, and injury

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This was one of the biggest cases you’ve been assigned to. The department finally found a big Red Ice dealer and was this close to dismantling the whole operation, all that was standing in the way was the leader. Not a lot of people have met him before, and he’s very elusive. There were whispers of him using people from his inner circle as bait for the police, letting them get caught instead of himself. All this ran through your head as you pulled on your suit jacket. You recounted what got you into this and how if you said a single thing wrong you might not be walking out of there.

“Hey,” Connor smiled, walking into the bathroom, “not overthinking are you, Keith?” You hated your cover name and couldn’t wait to get back to your old one.

“How could you tell Nathan?” you teased, giving yourself a once over in the mirror.

“You furrow your brows and bite your lip.”

You rolled your eyes and smirked, “I’m just worried about your acting. I mean how good can an Android be?”

A switch flipped in his head, or at least you thought one did. He leaned forward, wrapped his arms around your waist, and rested his chin on your shoulder, “honey, you have nothing to worry about.” Looking in the mirror, you admired the view, wishing you could always see him wrapped around you.

You swallowed thickly, “I wish I could use your brain for today.”

“What would I use then,” he smiled, releasing you.

“You probably have a backup one or something around here somewhere,” you laughed. You turned and walked past him, settling on the bed to put your shoes on.

“No, but that’s a good idea,” he smiled and leaned on the doorframe. You chuckled dryly and glanced at him, he temporarily had his LED removed for the case. You missed its glow and how, with it, you got a peak into his mind.

“What’s our eta for the event?”

“15 minutes and 38 seconds.”

“Should we be there early?”

“It would be preferable for both our safety and appearances.”

You sighed, “alright, let’s go then.” Out of habit, you made sure all the lights were off in the apartment and headed to the door.

Connor opened it and swept his arm across the space, “after you,” he bowed.

You rolled your eyes with a snort, “you’re too kind.”

You and Connor spent the ride there getting into character, well you did. Connor was already in character so it was more to help you. 

When the car began to roll into the front of the building you suddenly felt underprepared, “Nathan, I don’t know about this.”

He grabbed your hands and gave you the warmest, most reassuring smile. It was so perfect, it made you wonder if he was doing it for you or the sake of the case, “Keith, I can say this with 100 percent certainty: I know that you can do this. I’ve seen how you are and I know that this is well within your abilities.” For the case then

You pressed your lips together, stopping doubts from spilling out, and nodded. There was absolutely no way you could back out now and doing anything other than your best was a death sentence. He squeezed your hand and opened the door. You followed behind him, slipping out of your shadow into the lights shining of your facade.

You entered the building, it was more run down than you imagined it would be. Though it looked nice on the outside some of the windows were boarded up and there was rot eating away at the edges. Each time you met it was in a different place, never the same place twice in a month and never in the same sequence. Connor had tried to predict where the next met would be with algorithms and this came up in the top three. Of course, this was the first he got right, each prediction was more of a guess.

“Nice to see you again man!” Bugsy said, grabbing your hand and pulling you into a hug. Bugsy, aka William, was no more than 17. He grew up in one of the neighborhoods the meet-ups frequented so you felt like it was only a matter of time until he was roped in. Thankfully when this is all over he’d get a lesser charge, juvie at worse.

“Nice to see you Bugs!” you smiled, “man you’re getting taller aren’t you? At this rate, you’ll give me a run for my money.”

The boy rolled his eyes, “whatever man. Hey Nate!”

Connor smiled, seeming genuinely interested in the boy, “Hey! Hows it been?”

“Been alright, the same as always,” he shrugged.

“Don’t worry, it’ll get better,” he said, clapping the boy on the back.”

“Thanks, the big man told me to point ‘cha in this direction,” he gestured to a dimly lit hallway, “take a left at the bottom of the stairs.”

You leaned forward and raised your eyebrows, “Looks spooky…”

“Uh oh,” Bugsy smirked, “you’re not scared are ya?”

Of course you were, you thought they were going to jump out of the shadows and stab you or something. Instead, you rolled your eyes, “of course not.”

“Do ya want me to hold your hand and walk ya down?” he teased.

“Not a chance smart-ass,” you shoved him back a little and began toward the stairs.

“Hold his hand if you need to Nate!” he shouted after you.

“Will do!” Connor called back, grabbing your hand and lifting it into the air. You heard Bugsy laugh as you rounded the corner.

“Geez thanks for making me look bad Nathan!” you hissed, snatching your hand away.

“Oh c’mon,” he chuckled, “you know you want to hold my hand.”

“I know that I don’t want to,” you muttered as you both walked down the stairs. You paused at the doorway and took a breath in. Connor opened the door and walked in first, you followed closely behind. In the center there was a long table, it was surrounded by smaller round tables. Place cards sat above empty chairs, it was like a scene out of an action movie. You hoped the rest of tonight was nothing like an action movie.

Most of the seats were already full when Connor found your place cards. You made small talk with some of the people around you. You could list each of their names, birthdays, addresses, and next of kin if you wanted to. You memorized that information as soon as Connor knew. It brought you comfort, knowing you could destroy any of their lives without a second thought. As the final person entered you made sure to keep your fidgeting hands under the table. Connor noticed and slipped his hand into yours. It caught you off guard and figured it must be because you were attracting attention, you squeezed his hand and made an effort to stop fidgeting.

“As you all know, Mr. Ambrosino will be joining us today,” the speaker, Clyde aka The Fox, was known as the second in command. During your time investigating, you realized he had a lot of sway over the decisions Ambrosino made, this was the main reason you thought his name suited him. A Fox may never be as strong as a bear, but given the chance to whisper in his ear, he may be more powerful. “We have some serious things to discuss.”

A door in the back opened and Ambrosino walked in. The Fox looked back at him and scurried to his seat, “I’m glad to see my best associates in one place,” the man said, nothing could’ve prepared you for the depth of his voice, “I have some bad news, we have a mole.” Everyone cast each other confused and accusing looks, you and Connor included. 

“I know, we don’t know what they look like but,” he placed a gun on the table, “I’m sure they’ll step forward.” You glanced around the table, trying to see if any of them slipped. There was no way in hell you’d willingly step forward, you’d be sentencing yourself and Connor to something worse than the American justice system could do to you. Ambrosino waved at the man standing by the door. The man opened it and three men entered. Two were muscle and the one in the middle was beaten badly. The one in the middle… Bugsy. You felt every muscle in your body tense but your face remained unchanging. Ambrosino gave up his chair and the two men shoved Bugsy into it. Connor’s hand grips yours, the only thing keeping you in your chair, “now I know it’s not this striking young man but we’ll need to make an example out of someone if the real mole doesn’t come out.”

You and Connor had this place surrounded by police and swat, realistically you knew there was no way for him to get out of this place but you couldn’t risk it. If he walks and finds out who you and Connor are, you and everyone else will never be safe. You clenched your fists and stayed in your seat. By now people were whispering around the table, telling each other their best guesses. You and Connor joined in, whispering false accusations, and looking at certain people.

“We know the mole is one of those deviant androids,” Ambrosino raised a hand, “so let's do a test.” One of the men left the chair and revealed his synthetic skin, he stood next to the person directly across from you and held out his arm. You didn’t fail to notice how he skipped the first two people on that side. Ways out of here began playing in your mind. You could fully reach the gun Ambrosino set on the table, but could you flip a table and hide behind it in time? There was also Bugsy, you couldn’t just leave him out in the open. Before you knew it the android was next to Connor, holding his hand out expectantly. Fuck

You slammed your hands on the table and stood, “it’s me alright? Just leave the boy out of this!” 

Ambrosino smirked, “glad to see you have some loyalty,” the man had Bugsy pulled off of the chair, “have a seat.” You followed his instructions, managing to keep your hands from shaking and your chin up. “Now you had a lot of potential for climbing ranks, one of the best sales as a newcomer,” he swung his fist across your face, you made sure not to flinch or raise a single hand, “what made you betray us?” His voice remained eerily calm.

The gun was still well within your reach but you waited for Connor’s signal before doing anything, “the pay was enough.”

“I will not tolerate any back talk from a filthy android,” he said sternly. He didn’t know you were playing a game but he was almost beating you at it.

“You’re asking the wrong questions old man. You should be asking, ‘Why would an Android join a Red Ice organisation?’” you rolled your eyes, earning you a hard punch to the gut.

“What did I say about back talk?” he almost yelled.

“I answered your question,” you coughed.

“I’ve almost had enough of you!”

“What, is there more you wanna know?” you smirked, “of course, The Ambrosino wouldn’t let a mole off with a simple beating after a couple of questions-” 

Before you knew it he had a handful of your hair and a knife pressed to your throat, “I know you’re game, and I wont sit here and be talked down to by a pathetic android!” he spat, smililing wickedly. You watched his smile fade as the knife slid through a couple layers of skin. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Connor wink. That was the sign. You pushed the man off of you and grabbed the gun. 

As he turned face to face with the barrel you smiled, “clumsy old man.” You kept the gun trained on him and pulled Bugsy off the ground. Ambrosino was red with anger as you stood still. Some of the guests were still siting in their chairs with shocked expressions, the others were standing and reaching for their guns. “Flip the table and get behind it,” you whispered to Bugsy. He did so with little effort as you squeezed the trigger. The hammer clicked but nothing happened.

“You think I’m clumsy?” He asked as you threw the gun, “You must be stupid or something.” The Fox stood and reached behind him. You cursed and grabbed the gun you hid in your waistband. Loaded with ten bullets and an extra magazine in your back pocket. 

“One,” you whispered, shooting the fox in his arm, “two.” Ambrosino received the second in his thigh. You and Connor had disscussed in detail where to shoot if it ever came to it. Suddenly the whole place erupted in gunshots, not all aimed at you. One struck your right shoulder as you dived behind the table with Bugsy, “you okay kid?” He nodded quickly, hands pressed over his ears. 

The room was almost too chaotic for you to understand what was going on. There was yelling and banging when you realized the police were swarming the area. You didn’t move from your spot next to Bugsy, you didn’t need to get shot again.

“Kieth?” Connor called, looking around the table. A bullet must’ve grazed his arm because there was blue blood staining the fabric around the wound. He helped you up then Bugsy.

“Are you alright Nathan?”

He nodded, “you?”

“Yeah,” you held your shoulder, “Just a scratch really.” You noticed Bugsy being talked to by an officer, “Hey this one’s good, he was just on watch.” The officer nodded and Bugsy advoided your eyes with a scowl. He felt more betrayed than the rest of the people because you had gotten so close to him. Connor had warned you of it but you ignored him, you had only wanted the best for the boy.

The rest of the night was a blur of red and blue lights, a trip to and from the hospital, and awkward silence between you and Connor. He had dropped you off at your apartment without a word and drove off. You couldn’t dwell on it, you were too stressed from the night’s events and needed rest. Without changing you lied in your bed as closed your eyes, falling into a deep sleep.

“y/n,” Connor called from the entrance to your apartment. You groaned, and rolled over in bed. “Y/n, are you alright?” The door creaked open and you heard the bolt slide home. You slowly sat up in bed, flinching as your shoulder screamed in pain.

“Connor?” you groaned. Following the sound of your voice he walked into your room. He was wearing sweatpants and a form fitting t-shirt. 

He knelt beside your bed, “You opened a stitch, we’ll need to fix that.”

“Why?” you scoffed, holding your shoulder, “it’s not like we’re still on the case.” You slid off your bed and walked into the bathroom.

“What do you mean by that?” Although his voice didn’t waver there was anger in it

“I mean now that we’re not pretending to be an item,” you began, slowly taking off your suit jacket, “you don’t need to pretend to care about me.”

He paused at the doorway and watched you unbutton your white shirt, “I do care about you.”

Easing the shirt off your arm you scoffed, “yeah sure.” Once the bloody button up was off of you, you looked in the mirror at the bandage. Your eyes trailed from your shoulder, up your neck, into your eyes, and finally settling on the android in the doorway. You dropped your head, surpressing the urge to cry.

“Why is that so hard to believe?” he asked softly, stepping closer to you. You shook your head. You didn’t trust your voice to be steady. “I care for you- I like you, a lot…” 

You turned around suddenly, “you- like me?”

His newly returned LED flickered yellow, “yes, since before the case.”

“I thought-” you ran a hand trough your hair, “well I didn’t know what I thought.”

“Do you feel the same?” he asked. His voice was shaky in the scared way he anticipated your answer.

“Of course!” you laughed breathlessly, “yes, I like you a lot.” He beamed at your words, taking big steps forward until you were almost touching.

 He lifted his arms like he wanted to hug you, but stopped himself, “is your arm okay enough for me to hug you?” He knew the answer medically, but he wanted you to decide if you could handle it. You nodded and lifted your left arm, welcoming Connor. He gently wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

“I thought you noticed how much I loved your hugs,” you murmured into his chest.

He laughed, “of course I noticed, why do you think I hugged you so often?” You narrowed your eyes at him as you pulled back from the hug. Your saractic reply was cut short by the throbing pain in your arm. “Let’s get that fixed up really quick.”

“Yeah,” you turned around and got the first aid kit from under the sink.

“I’ll do it for you,” he offered.

“No, I can do it.”

“I know you can I can just do it without it causing too much pain.” He took the kit from you and led you to the toilet. He was right about the less pain part, but maybe that was because you were distracted by the way his face looked when he was concentraited on stitching you up. You didn’t think he’d need to make a face but there he was, mouth slightly agape and eyebrows furrowed. 

He pulled back and smiled when he was done. You carefully helped him clean up before he left.

“Wait,” you said, just before he shut the door.

“Yeah?” 

“I haven’t thanked you properly,”

“Thanked me for stitching your arm? Well it’s no problem-”

With your left arm wrapped around his neck you pulled him into a quick kiss, “I know it was no problem but I’m still thankful.” His LED was spinning yellow as he stared at you. You smirked and began to push him out of the doorway, “don’t keep Hank waiting!”