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Action Report: The Chaos of Fate
This was possibly the worst thing that could happen, The New Church of the Fractured God had found its way into an old ISU vault. They were a well-known modern faction of religion known as Mekhanism though unlike most sects, who want to make Mekhane whole again; they are mostly driven by obtaining power from their deity. Except they weren't alone, they were currently battling against a group from Zealots on Crack. Both wanted to get some ISU tech, and both were incredibly dangerous enemies of the Foundation. Mobile Task Force Athena-1 "Assassin's Creed" obviously wouldn't have been able to handle the Mekhanites overwhelming power nor the chaos of Zealots on Crack. Not that they could offer the extra hands anyways, their forces were spread too thin at the moment due to Abstergo Industries raiding other vaults like crazy in hopes of replenishing their lost pieces of Eden. Instead, a much stronger and equally unpredictable force was going to be needed to fight. Thus, Mobile Task Force Alpha-9 "Last Hope" was deployed. 
***
It was 2017 and Iris was on one of the SFH-2 "Ravens" she was holding a picture of her wife Meri whose stomach was already quite big since she was very pregnant. Iris smiled lovingly at the picture; she still remembered the joy she felt when Meri said she wanted to have a baby and the overwhelming happiness they both had when Dr. Zeek told them the procedure was a success. Then there was Iris's disappointment when she was assigned to today's mission, meaning less time with her wife. Due to the hundreds of other MTF's that existed within the Foundation and the fact that some of them were more powerful than Alpha-9 like Tau-5, Alpha-1, and Hecate-Alpha, she was rarely ever called to action. Though that didn't make the few times she was called to action any less frustrating. 
The O5 Council only saw people like her as a weapon to be used by the Foundation, nothing more. She knew this as when she was first taken in by the Foundation, they immediately put her through harsh military training and taught her stealth and assassination tactics. It was quite bad at first but as time went on the MTF units she worked with became nicer and praised her on her growing strength and increasing number wins in sparring contests. Though there were always researchers that looked at her like a freak and even insulted her to her face for not being "human enough". Most ended up getting fired but it didn't make the pain and humiliation fade, though spending time with her wife and getting counseling from Foundation therapists did help. 
Most thought she was too emotional and maybe sometimes she was but, in the end, she always felt justified in hating the Foundation. Though, she could always count on her closest friends; MTF Captain Xio, one of her mentors who was also a badass Assassin. Daniel who, despite his bad attitude, she could always trust to protect her from the O5 Council. Finally, there was the love of her life Meri which was pretty self-explanatory. Them and many others she had grown to trust over the years, they were all the only reasons she obeyed the O5 Council. If it wasn't for anyone else, she would have at the very least incited a rebellion and killed the Council if she could. Though there was that... other thing she could do, but even now at the age of 34 she still couldn't control it very well, so maybe it was best not to try. 
"You've been staring at that picture for a while now, something nice?" Iris looked up to see Cain sitting on the other side of the chopper from her. 
"It's just my beautiful wife."
"Ah, of course, I should have known from your smile. The love between the two of you is stronger than anything I have ever seen. It even bore life I recently heard, congratulations by the way."
"Ha, thank you Cain. You always say the nicest things."
"I always try to, it's a small part of my repentance but a significant part nonetheless."
"Oh... does that mean you used to be... homophobic?"
"Wha... oh! No! No! No! I meant kindness in general! Dear me Iris, please, I would never sink that low. Besides, believe it or not, back in the age of new, it wasn't uncommon for males to fall in love with other males and the same for females loving other females. The only reason it was looked down on was because no children could be conceived from such love as such it was called a fruitless form of love, but for those not wishing too or at least not yet it was considered trivial at worst."
"Oh, I see."
"Yes, it was popular during both the Greek and Roman era, I think even in the early years of the Medieval period as well... But then there were those kings and queens that had those... what do the young people call it... Harem! Yeah, that's it." Iris almost choked from laughter after hearing that but quickly cleared her throat so she could continue to hear Cain talk. 
"Yes, especially the older men, they hated the idea of women not joining their harem because of their love for the same sex. With Christianity on the rise, they decided to bribe priests and bishops to add some verses and rewrite some quotes within the bible. Suddenly it was seen as weakness for a man to love another man and for a woman to kiss another woman was the same as bedding with the devil himself. The worst part is that most ended up following it to the extremes, calming those that had such love should be burned at the stake. I say, they didn't call it the dark ages for nothing."
"Wow, sorry you had to go through that Cain."
"It's okay, like all of humanity, as we grow, we may woe, but we also develop. We grow bigger, we grow stronger, wiser, and find more ways to cherish the greatest gift of life. Love." Cain winked at her making Iris smile, she then looked at the picture of her beautiful pregnant wife again.
"Sorry to interrupt captain, but we're at the insertion point!" Iris quickly put the photo on a hidden compartment of her armor, then turned on her earphones. 
"Good, take us down nice and steady boys."
"Yes Captain."
***
Once they landed Iris and Cain as well as the four MTF escorts got out of the Raven. At around the same time the other Alpha-9 units and MTF escorts got off their own Ravens and met up in the middle of the choppers. Iris loaded SCP-AEZ and joined the group to see everyone, it must have been quite a serious mission with everyone here. All members of Alpha-9 were here, both from Division "Dagger" and Division "Sword". Division "Dagger" was the one Iris was Captain of; in her unit was Cain (SCP-073), Claudia Raines (SCP-347), and David McGowan (SCP-AZJ) and about three MTF unique Troopers. Her unit was used for stealth missions against powerful Groups of Interest or dangerous Persons of Interest. Then there was Division “Sword” where her good friend and old anomalous mentor Alexi Belitrov was Captain (SCP-2273). In his unit was Rainer Miller (SCP-4051), Leora Lightfoot (SCP-4818), Lucy (SCP-ADY-Alpha) and several MTF Unique Troopers. Because of their abundance of power and destructive capabilities they are mostly entrusted to fight against overwhelming threats. Despite this, Iris was shocked to see Leora here who was currently stretching with a smile on her face, ready to go on the mission. 
"Alexei!" Agent Belitrov looked over to Iris who was walking toward him in anger. He was in his bio suit, so he assumed whatever made her angry, he had nothing to worry about. But then he was reminded the hard way that she knew AIE Martial Arts as she quickly swung her leg upward to kick him in the face. This was normally how she would strike him when she was mad because of how much taller he was. Thanks to his bio suit he wasn't decapitated, but it still hurt; probably the same way a regular person would be hurt by a slap to the face. 
"What the hell is wrong with you?! Why would you bring Leora here?!" Alexei sighed as now he understood why she was so upset. He rubbed the sore part of his bio suit helmet and stood up properly to face Iris. 
"It wasn't me, young Iris, the higher ups requested she come, and she accepted."
"And you just allowed it?"
"No, I did!" Iris then sighed as she turned to her left to face the Commander of Alpha-9 (SCP-AAS). There Charlie was standing there with her own bio suit and armor standing tall with a smile on her face. 
"Seriously Charlie?!"
"That's Commander to you Iris!"
"Don't start! Especially after pulling this crap! For god's sake! She's thirteen."
"Hey! I can fight!" Both looked at Leora who was now standing beside them and pouting in anger at Iris. Iris sighed, walked up to Leora, and kneeled while placing her hand on Leora's shoulder. 
"Leora, I don't doubt that, but you have to understand you're too young, you're not ready yet!"
"I am ready! Charlie even said I'm almost as strong as she was at my age, and she is super strong!" 
"Leora, I know you and most of the younger candidates think we're heroes, but this job is very taxing, and it can really take its toll on you." Leora looked a little shaken by what Iris said but she just smiled and gently placed her hand on Iris's cheek.
"I know Iris, but really I'll be okay! I learned from the best after all!" Leora then walked away to continue to get ready. Iris stood up but sighed again, still being filled with concern for Leora. Then Charlie was the one who placed her hand on Iris's shoulder. 
"Relax Iris, I'm nothing like those faceless assholes. If this really was something she couldn't handle I would have never brought her."
"Charlie, we're facing against a cult of capitalist cyborgs and a group of suicidal anarchists. Do you honestly think she'll be okay?"
"Yes, I actually do Iris. She's strong, sure, but she's also very smart, quick thinking, very brave, and has scored the highest in simulation training. She's practically excelled at everything at this point, the higher ups think she's ready for field work and honestly, I agree with them." Iris shook her head but didn't say anything else, she just let it go and walked away. Charlie then shrugged and walked to the group to address them all, while she did, she passed by David.
"Iris is still mad at you."
"Stay out of her head David. Mine too."
"... Sorry Commander."
"Alright everyone listen up!" All eight members of Alpha-9 and the MTF Unique Troopers gathered up to hear what Charlie had to say. One of them actually walked up to her to give her a Foundation Computer Screen Pad with all the information regarding the mission. 
"Thank you, ahem! Alright, here's the gist of it, we got two hostile groups of interest fighting over control within one of the vaults of the ISU. Unfortunately, they're the worst of the worst, that being Zealots on Crack and the Church of the Fractured Faith or whatever. Now this vault was actually cleared out by MTF Anetha-1 a while back so as far as we can tell there's nothing actually of value here. However, that doesn't deny the possibility that they might have missed something in the past. Our mission is simple: clear out all hostiles, capture as many of them as possible, and check for possible artifacts left behind. There's also some Researchers requesting we don't damage the vault. Apparently this one is quite special in that it contains murals and possible historical archives at least according to the Archeology Division of the Department of Mythology and Folkloristics. So yeah, that's the basics of the mission. Any questions?"
"Uh, yeah why is it just us? Why don't we have Able or that vigilante bozo?" Iris rolled her eyes at Claudia's question; Charlie was also disappointed due to how the answer should have been obvious. 
"Claudia, Able and Cain are to never be in the same room together you know that."
"Then just get rid of Cain!"
"Claudia, for crying out loud, this mission requires we capture all hostiles and preserve the vault! That's not going to happen if Able is a part of this mission. Look, if you just going to keep complaining then just do us all a favor and keep it to yourself." Claudia just sighed and looked away, or at least it seemed that way; she was still invisible, so it was hard to tell. 
"Alright then, any other question? No? Good, let's move."
***
MTF Alpha-9 moved forward to the target location; Division "Sword" took the front with Division "Dagger" hanging back. Charlie was with Division "Dagger" acting as a primary defender of "Dagger" as well as emergency reinforcement for "Sword" should the situation call for it. Both divisions also had Unique MTF Troopers with anomalous abilities to help in her respective division. However, Division “Dagger” has only 3 while Division “Sword” has 10. 
Once they were close enough Division "Dagger" separated from "Sword" and went to one of the cliffs near the entrance of the vault. Not to close but just enough that they could scout the situation without getting caught. Iris had her earphone connected to Charlie so that they would get immediate updates on what was going on and how best to approach. Iris used her glasses to zoom in and see what they were dealing with. 
At the entrance of the vault was a normal looking cave though the main abnormality is that there were Cultists at the front. One was a hooded figure with the symbol of The New Church of the Fractured God on his hood. Besides that, there were steampunk looking robots, random people with advanced looking goggles and laser rifles, a futuristic looking cyborg, and a vicious looking robot with six spider-like legs. Those last two were standing right beside the one with the hood over him.
"Hm, looks like your typical evil Mekhanites. But that's just the entrance. Hey, which one of you is best at reconnaissance?" One of the MTF Unique Troopers came forward upon Iris's request.
"Me, Captain, after an accident involving an experiment, I am able to have my soul leave my body." 
"That's not too dangerous for you?"
"No Ma'am, I mean the time limit before my soul starts to lose its connection is about 5 minutes but when I'm on the astral plane I can travel at a speed of 90 miles an hour comprehending time as one second equating to one minute."
"Dang, alright, scout out as much as you can of the inside but remember! Come back in 4 minutes and 30 seconds! Not a second longer!"
"Understood." The soldier then got on the ground so his body would be comfortable. He suddenly and seemingly breathed his last breath as his soul left his body and zoomed into the Vault. His soul was actually visible so Iris and the others saw it all happen, the Fractured Cultists would have seen it too, but he was moving so fast they just didn't notice and those that did thought it was a bug. Thankfully after about 3 minutes his soul came back, making his body come to life. 
"Are you alright?"
"Ha... Ha... Ahem! Yes Ma'am, sorry it takes me a while."
"It's alright, take your time and make your report when you're ready."
"Ha... Yes ma'am, Ahem! Okay ready to report. The true entrance to the vault is right inside the cave hidden by some large rocks. It's closed right now so getting in will be tricky. Beyond the door is a long hallway. It's quite long and wide too, filled with different structures almost like a city. The higher ups were right about there being murals there too with lots of weird stuff, but the main takeaway is that it's filled with Cultists. Lots of cyborgs, robots, and other Mekhanites with various augmentations."
"What about the Zealots?"
"Unknown, I tried to go farther but there was some kind of barrier at the other end of the large hall. It somehow kept me from moving on, but from what I could see there were lots of bodies belonging to both Groups beyond the barrier. There were also in the long hall as well. It seems they are having quite the bloody fight."
"Geez, how the hell does a small group like Zealots on Crack afford to have such a loss and still go on with life."
"Actually, ma'am I only saw about four bodies belonging to the Zealots, as for the Cultists I saw about forty-three. Or at least I think that's the case it was hard to tell given their... particular dress style."
"... Woah. Only MTF Hestia-3 has ever achieved killing so many evil Mekhanites with so little casualties. Guess those psychos are good for something after all. Anyways, anything else to report?"
"No ma'am."
"Good, let's continue then. Charlie, come in."
"Go ahead Iris. What's up?"
"The guards up front won't be getting reinforcements from within the cave so we don't need to worry about that. Still, I got some good pictures with my glasses so I think I can ambush them and take them out one by one."
"Actually, I'm going to send Leora to take care of them."
"What?! Charlie-!"
"Iris, the best thing you can do against the Mekhanites is snap their necks or shoot them and we need them alive. I am better at burning things than I am at containing them. Leora on the other hand can manifest binds to hold them in place, particularly strong ones might I add. Only I could ever break from her powers and that's just because I can manipulate anything related to energy."
"Charlie-"
"Captain Clef, this is an order from your Commander, stand down and have faith in Agent Lightfoot. Is that understood?" Iris grunted in anger, but she didn't say anything else other than confirming that she understood. 
***
"Good, You're up Loera." Leora smiled and ran up to the front of the Cave. Leora dreamed about being a superhero ever since she was little but then when she was eight her wish came true. She suddenly got the power to create crystal-like light objects anytime she wanted though she was limited on what she could do. Then one day, strange men in black came to her house and told her parents they had a job offer in this place called New Marais. She thought it was boring adult stuff and that it sucked she would have to move but once they did, she was ecstatic over it. 
It was a place full of aliens, elves, vampires, cyborgs, and other superheroes too! She was enrolled into a school there and met some awesome kids that were really nice and became her friends too. Because her powers were strong, she was given the chance to join the Foundation in an MTF called Alpha-9 "Last Hope". She was nervous at first but then she met Charlie whose powers were similar to hers and learned to use her powers in so many different ways. She grew stronger as time went on and eventually, she reached a point that she could proudly call herself a real hero. 
Her parents were obviously nervous but as Leora got stronger, they began to calm down and even started praising her for how far she came. It did take them longer than her to adjust to New Marais but as they did, they came to accept her powers and her new responsibilities as well. She was a young girl, with supportive parents, cool out of this world friends, an amazing fantasy sci-fi place she called home, and awesome teachers and mentors that gave her the confidence and training she needed to become a real hero. What's not to love about her life? 
As such even when she was assigned to this mission a normal 13-year-old should never be assigned too she wasn't nervous but instead really excited. This was her chance to show everyone that all of her training finally paid off. As such even when she saw the future soldier guys, the cyborg warriors, or the hooded cult guy she wasn't scared. She just ran up to them and stopped right in front so they could see her clearly.
"Sup guys?" The Fractured Cultists were all shocked by her sudden appearance, one alerted the other to go into the cave to get reinforcements. Only for the cave to be sealed by her Photon Crystals; Iris, who was watching, was also shocked to see this. Leora was only supposed to be able to create her photonic matter so long as she maintained physical contact with it, yet she just made a wall manifest simply by looking at the cave. 
Leora quickly manifested binds on all the cultists forcing them to fall to the ground before they could even fight. However, for some reason the Photon Crystals didn't form on the hooded one who just started laughing at her. It then threw its hood off to show his heavily modified body. He was coated in black armor covered in Mekhanite Thaumaturgic symbols. He had snake-like wires and technological tubes slithering all around his body. Finally, he had two large black wings also covered in Thaumaturgic symbols and given vicious blade-like feathers. Suddenly the Thaumaturgic symbols on his body started glowing to hypnotize Leora with their Cognito hazardous properties.
"Foolish child! You will return to your Foundation! Find the pieces of Mekhane and bring them to our church!" Leora actually seemed to be under his hypnotism for a moment but then she smiled proudly and made a pair of shades out of her Photon Crystals.
"Nah!" The Fractured cultists yelled in anger which actually made Leora cover her ears in pain. Some of the wires and tubes connected to his arm and it suddenly grew into a giant hammer which he swung down on Leora. She was scared in one second but smiled the next as she manifested a hammer with her Photon Crystals and swung it at him. The collision overpowered him and broke his fist entirely making him yell in agonizing pain. He flew in the air quickly, once high enough he shot down at her some of his blade feathers though after making a Photon Crystals barrier, the feathers broke on impact. He growled in anger but suddenly his wings were getting shot with small but powerful pellets. With the combination of intense speed and strength his wings were quickly breaking down forcing him to fall back to the ground. 
"Rahhh! I haven't lost yet!" Suddenly his armor started falling off showing beneath a smaller body of shinier armor. He zoomed around Leora so fast for her to see him, but she wasn't scared as she knew the idiot made a fatal mistake, he got rid of his Thaumaturgic symbols. She manifested a wall of Photon Crystal in a random direction around her and the cultist immediately slammed face first into it. He was badly hurt but tried to run away from her, but she proved to be faster. She turned the wall into a sphere surrounding him and condensed it as much as she could without crushing him to death. 
"I just want everyone to be aware that I totally taught her that." Leora turned around to see Charlie smiling at her with the others.  Leora ran to Charlie and hugged her to which Charlie ruffled her hair playfully. Leora giggled but then noticed Iris giving orders over the radio saying the entrance to the cave was secure and to send reinforcements at once to get the prisoners. Leora ran to her and hugged her, surprising Iris. 
"I told you I got it! You saw right!" Iris sighed and kneeled down to face Leora directly with a smile. 
"Yeah, you were amazing. Sorry I doubted you; you belong in Alpha-9." Leora blushed and smiled in pride as some other Alpha-9 units cheered her on. 
“But you still have ways to go, don’t get overconfident okay?” Leora was a little confused at first but smiled again and nodded with enthusiasm. 
***
Once a recovery team grabbed all the captured cultists to be processed back at the nearest Foundation base, the mission continued. Alexi tried to move the door, but it was held strong, so Charlie melted the door down by making her fists hotter than the sun. Once an opening was made, she absorbed the heat to allow everyone to follow her as she took the lead. The first part of the entrance was just a long staircase though wide too, so the group wasn't squished as they went down. Though as they made it down there was another door.
"Hm, this one isn't as thick so I can blast through it, but the problem is that once I do, hundreds of those Mekhanites will be ready to ambush us."
"Commander, allow me. I can take their bullet fire."
"Bullets don't worry me Alexi, the Fractured Church and Zealots have much worse things than that. Even with your new upgrades to the suit you won't be able to protect against everything they throw at you."
"Allow me then." Iris then pressed a button on her glasses and two nearly microscopic drones flew out and through the cracks of the door.
"What the hell was that?"
"My glasses' latest upgrade, nanobots that are able to float into the air and take pictures and send them back to my glasses. Allowing me to teleport to places I haven't been to yet."
"... Nice." 
"Right? I'll provide a distraction so come through hard and fast... okay, I'm ready, on your mark?"
"... Now!" Iris then manifested a photo and jumped into it suddenly appearing behind one of the cultists positioned as a sniper. She shot one in the back of the head and quickly disappeared, confusing another sniper before he got shot as well. As bodies of snipers and lookouts started to fall that bellow noticed this and tried alerting others about Iris's attack. However, they were quickly blindsided by the front entrance exploding with Charlie quickly flying up and shooting several cultists with her fireballs and Alexi firing with the laser guns attached to the arms and shoulders of his bio suit. 
"Intruders! Alert Brother Clyde!" One of the cultists nodded and along with a group, tried to go to the other end of the long hall to send the message. However, he and everyone with him was quickly shot down by Iris. While the cultist was going down Rainer manifested a shield made of Plumanium and used it to keep himself, Claudia, and the reserved MTF units safe. Leora made her own shield and was capturing as many of the scriptures as she could. David was also behind Leora's shield and using his anomalous abilities to control any of the cultists who were about to ambush them. He commanded them to attack their fellow cultists instead or just kill themselves. Some tried to form up into a group but Lucy used her meta-arms to jump in the air and towards the center of their group. In a matter of seconds they were all torn up into minced meat. 
Meanwhile an MTF unit that had the ability to fly was in the air using his rifle to shoot down any hiding snipers or cultists that could also fly. There was also an MTF unit with the anomalous ability of never feeling the negative effects of drugs who filled his body with lots of different Foundation enhancement drugs to make himself into a temporary super soldier. He was not only able to withstand the bullets and laser blasts but could easily punch through their metal armor bodies. Another MTF unit with the ability to make a single melee weapon out of an anomalous atomization energy. She could slice through their weapons, armor, and any other forms of defense and quickly burn them all into dust with whatever weapon she made. Then there was one of the MTF units being protected by Rainer's and Leora's shield. She was using her anomalous sight that always showed her the quickest way to her goal which in this case was the weak points of her enemies, allowing her to shoot them down easily. Finally, there was an MTF unit that didn't have any guns at all as his anomalous ability allowed him to puncture a hole in anyone, all he had to do was point with a gun jester and say "bang". 
The cultists however were strong as well, one was with heavy armor covered with memetic symbols forcing anyone who saw it to remember or imagine disgusting and embarrassing images. Then there was one covered in metal like scales all over his body, hiding several guns placed in his body allowing him to shoot anyone from any direction. He nearly got Iris a few times, but she managed to shoot him in the end. There was also a serpentine like cultists that screamed a headache inducing screech and had long laser blade claws. They even encountered a cultist made entirely of metal bug like bots with blades on their shells and each one carrying his consciousness so no matter how many they destroyed he was technically alive through each one. Despite their complexity, the cultists of the Fractured Church continued to fall one by one.
However, the cultists weren't done, the ones closer to the back brought out a large black metal box and opened it. Inside was a strange mechanical sphere that opened up and shifted out six arachnid like legs. Suddenly its armor plating in the front opened and showed several mechanical camera eyes. The machine walked forward and each of its mechanical eyes kept changing color. Suddenly one of the MTF units was frozen in ice and one of Rainer's shields started melting despite not being hot. Another MTF unit near Charlie had his helmet blown off nearly killing him, then he was suddenly hit by an invisible force in the stomach.  She knew that machine was the cause, so she flew up in the air drawing the attention of the machine. She raised her hand and suddenly the camera eyes started going haywire, then powerful lasers blasted from her fingers and tore the machine apart before it could do more damage. With their final weapon destroyed, and ridiculously easy at that, the last of the cultists surrendered and allowed Leora to entrap them all in a proton crystal orb. 
"Alright! Good work everyone! Not a single casualty as well! Alright, Medics! Treat everyone who was hurt and the rest of us let's survey the area and see what we can find." As the medics went to work, one of the MTF units walked up to Charlie with his head down. 
"Sorry Commander. I couldn't get any good rolls with my dice."
"It's alright Lucky, you're still our ace at the end of the day. Don't beat yourself up over it."
Meanwhile Lucy walked over to one of the captured Cultists and used her meta-arm to grab them by the throat. She smirked and glared at him with cold and angry eyes.
“Hey! We’re just supposed to capture them remember!” Everyone was shocked to see Leora standing up to Lucy of all people. Lucy looked back at Leora with the same cold eyes but then her meta-arm suddenly disappeared. She then closed her eyes and smiled at Leora. 
“I was just trying to confirm they were truly captured; you can never be too careful with Mekhanites.” Lucy then walked by Leora and gently patted her gently on the head, making Leora pout in annoyance at being treated like a kid. Charlie made sure to watch and used her energy sense to ensure that Lucy really did get rid of her meta-arms.
“Yeesh, that one still creeps me out.” Charlie then turned to Lucky that was still next to her.
“Yeah, I honestly think the higher ups jumped the gun at making her an Alpha-9 member, but you know the O5, they’d never pass up the opportunity to get just a bit more power.”
"Uh Commander! You're going to want to see this!" Charlie, Iris, and Alexi went over to where the MTF unit calling to them was and saw him pointing at a mural on the wall. It depicted some of the cultists they had just fought as well as ones they haven't seen on one side of the mural. On the other side was clearly Charlie, Iris, Alexi, Loera, and Rainer along with the rest of Alpha-9 on the other side. They were clearly running toward each other for a massive battle. 
"This is... interesting, Trooper, how old is this mural, did the Mekhanites draw it? Did they know we were coming?" The MTF trooper next to them pulled out a Foundation Scanner and after waving it over the mural he read the results. 
"Uh no Commander according to this, the paint of the mural is just as old as everything in here."
"... The ISU knew we were going to fight here?" Iris processed what Charlie said and scoffed while shrugging in annoyance. 
"Well, that's stupid, if they could predict the future why didn't they prevent themselves from dying?"
"Apparently they tried everything, but nothing worked." Iris already knew this, so she just looked at the MTF in disappointment after his explanation. 
"It was a war among the gods, kinda hard to avoid that." Charlie tried to back him up but that just annoyed Iris further. 
"Then why didn't they hide in these vaults? I mean, look at how it's still standing, they should have been safe inside them."
"Maybe they were but then one of the gods made some kind of anomaly that allowed them to wipe the ISU from existence regardless of where they were. Look I don't know and right now I don't care, the research team can figure all that out and we can ask them later. Let's keep looking and if we can't find anything else then let's keep moving." Charlie and the MTF units went to look for other murals and potential anomalous items. Iris sighed as she thought the whole concept of precursor races being stupid, especially since they were more advanced yet were still wiped out. Though her annoyance died out as she looked around, she had never been inside an ISU vault before, so this was really interesting. It really was like some kind of weird city down here so futuristic and alien. 
Right at that moment Iris wished this place was safe so she could have brought Meri and maybe their other friends here to watch. They would have enjoyed the amazing sight, though her gaze turned down and she saw a strange mural. She slowly walked up to it and looked at it in disbelief, Charlie noticed this and walked up to her. 
"Iris? What's wrong, why are... no way..." Charlie looked at the mural as well and saw what had spooked Iris so much. It showed a girl with long black hair, deer horns, and a golden scarf; her hands were clasped together, and she was seemingly praying while hovering over the earth. Around the earth there were strange people in tacky, cool, and mostly colorful clothing and masks seemingly dancing all around it. 
Iris then looked to another Mural next to it, it showed the same girl singing while the people in masks were dancing, seemingly chasing after her as well. However, what really shocked Iris is that on the opposite side was the Scarlet King. He had the scarlet skin, eyes all over his body, and the large horns with the sinister sharp teeth smile on his blank face. There were several of his spawns, some of his cultists, and even the infamous Blade Head was there on his side seemingly chasing after him. It was like the two were only seconds away from fighting. 
"Is... is that Meri?"
"That's impossible, Meri is blonde. She never even told me she wanted to dye her hair black or any other color."
"Huh, maybe it's an ancient god or something. There are lots of ancient gods that have deer horns after all, like that freak deer from Saturn for example."
"No, look at the clothes of the cultists and the dancing people, this isn't the past, it's the present, or future maybe! Is that what these murals are? Are they depicting the future?"
"Hm... Look Iris I really don't know, but it shouldn't have anything to do with you or Meri. maybe the researchers will tell us later, come on it's about time we moved on." Charlie walked off leaving Iris to stand there for a little while longer looking at the Mural. It kinda looked like Meri but also different, Iris knew it wasn't her wife but for some reason something about it gave her an odd feeling. Still Charlie was right, she wasn't going to get answers just staring at it so she shook her head and followed Charlie. 
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After the recovery team came again and it was confirmed there was nothing to find Alpha-9 continued down the long hall. It took a lot longer than expected or maybe it was the exact amount of time since it did look like a street of a large city. Once they made it to the other side, they found the large barrier that the MTF Trooper who could astral project, mentioned earlier. Iris looked into the barrier and saw that it was being emitted by a device that required a key to lower the barrier.
"Oof it's a locked door, without a key we can't go through."
"Let me try something." Charlie then walked up to the device and placed her hand over where the key would need to be placed. She then closed her eyes and suddenly the device started glowing and then turned off the barrier. 
"Woah, how did you do that?"
"It was simple, I put my own energy into the device and found out where all the energy is sourced and absorbed it." Charlie then walked forward leaving Iris and Alexie standing there in silence.
"I really hate it when she makes impossible things like that sound simple."
"They don't call her goddess for nothing, Iris."
"Her code name is supposed to be JUST 'Fire Goddess'. Ugh, why did the O5 Council make her fight with Sigurrós. Ever since then those two have grown insanely powerful." Iris just sighed as she followed Charlie while Alexie chuckled as he waved everyone at the back to follow them.
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End of Part 1
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Part 2 (Coming... Eventually)
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kedreeva · 2 years
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I did multiple tasks!
1. Checked the oil in the car and added half a quart
2. Sifted compost
3. Cleared a section of garden
4. Planted garlic
5. Started soaking some very gross laundry in vinegar
I’ve been putting off planting the garlic for a solid month, so thanks! Now I feel so much better lol
Currently taking a break and drinking water, but then I will do more tasks!
Wow, great job!! I hope that your garlic comes up lovely!
Putting this one under a cut for length!
Charlie looked like she might protest, but whatever she clocked on Osker’s face, it convinced her to leave them in peace.
As soon as they were alone, Dalton shrugged off Osker’s grasp, glowering. “What?”
“You okay?” Osker asked, worried that perhaps Dalton was having second thoughts about keeping Rhiley’s secret. He’d already told Sam, and Charlie after.
Dalton scowled. “I’m fine.”
“Yeah?” Osker challenged. “Cause you spent all of dinner staring at Rhiley like you couldn’t decide what cut to make first.” His tone left no room for dispute.
With a roll of his eyes, Dalton turned away a little, not quite enough to face away, and then hesitated. His expression twitched with indecision, some internal battle being waged and lost, before he sighed and turned back. He didn’t look at Osker when he spoke.
“I’ve just… been thinking a lot about all of this werewolf crap,” he admitted. “How it’s been two weeks and no one’s noticed. Like it’s just easy.”
“It’s not easy,” Osker hissed, anger flaring. “We’re really fucking lucky they haven’t figured it out. If Sam hadn’t covered for us when we got back, me and Rhiley would be dead. He’d have gotten the silver bullet treatment and I’d have been next as a traitor.”
“Okay, but they haven’t figured it out,” Dalton said. “And it looks like they’re probably not going to.”
Osker scoffed. “Unbelievable. You do realize that if we make it out of this week, it will only be because Marcus – the werewolf – has been out there causing so much trouble, no one’s looked closely at Rhiley. I never thought I’d be happy about people dying, but here we are. That’s what’s saving my ass, and yours, and Charlie’s, and everyone else that knows.”
Dalton closed his eyes, shoulders hunching up under the weight of that truth. “I know. You’re right.”
Though he hesitated, Osker did reach out and touch Dalton’s shoulder to make sure he had his attention. “I gotta know, man. You’re not getting cold feet about this, right? You’re not gonna tell anyone, or freak out on us?”
“What? No!” Dalton said vehemently. “No. I just- whatever. No, I’m not gonna tell, and I’m not freaking out. Are we done?”
Osker dismissed him with a nod toward the exit, and Dalton took the invitation without further question. Osker watched him push through the double doors with more force than necessary and disappear from sight. Only then did he relax, running a hand through his hair.
If Dalton said he wouldn’t tell, then he’d keep his mouth shut, but Osker still didn’t like the look in his eyes. Something was up, and Osker intended to find out what before it got their whole group in trouble.
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We have not managed to catch my dad. We should have left a week ago, after my wounds had healed, and just left him to his own devices. Let his revenge be the end of him. But I can’t bring myself to do it.
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A Consideration of 1st Lt. Edward Little of HMS Terror (As Played by Matthew McNulty)
The thing about Lt. Edward Little is that he had the highest ideals and yet was set up in so many ways to fail them.  
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We occasionally see glimpses of the man Edward Little must have been in order to be appointed First Lieutenant on a very prestigious expedition: reliable, capable, stalwart. 
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He had that, before, when he was doing the job he was trained for, ie running a ship at sea.  What he hasn’t been trained for at all is managing 129 126 119 105 ? men stuck in pack ice in endless night, later trudging over ice and shale, trying to keep them busy and out of trouble and from getting killed by a demon bear.  Of course he’s out of his depth, but honestly aren’t most of them?  Of the lieutenants Gore (RIP) is the only one who seems to be in his element and he’s the only one with Arctic experience so that tracks.  Even Le Vesconte is getting by on charisma and the power of peer pressure, neither of which actually make for competent officering.  So that’s the scene he’s stuck in, and no wonder he’s out of his depth.  
Then we have the circumstances specific to Edward Little.  He's spent the first two-plus years of the voyage as the first for a captain who is very depressed and increasingly alcoholic. As Crozier's state deteriorates and especially after Franklin dies, Little has to tread a very fine and somewhat blurry line. He has to cover for Crozier, picking up the slack that is inevitably dropped; he also has to prop Crozier up in such a way that his leadership as Captain isn't undermined with the crew. A big part of both of those is making sure that the right questions are being asked, that all practicalities are being factored in, but he has to ask those questions without seeming to question Crozier’s authority. Thus he must essentially be an acting captain without seeming to do so either to the men or to Crozier . He is not someone who wants power per se; in fact I think what he wants most is to be a good and competent 1st Lt. But because he's under an semi-incapacitated captain, he has no choice but to take on some of that power while appearing to be no more than a loyal lieutenant. He's leading without being seen to lead, and he's already seen Crozier flog three men for among other things insubordination and disrespect (and without due process).
Crozier has also put him in a position of having to lie - both directly and by omission! For example, when questioned he tells Fitzjames (who outranks him) "much to do on Terror is all” - leaving JFJ to draw his own conclusions on the source of that “much” and the extent to which it is falling on Little.  The instruction to procure more whiskey “discreetly” is nearly if not actually insulting in how far below Little's rank it is.  Having to do it “discreetly” is even worse.  He is being treated as an errand boy, and not just an errand boy but one tasked with something that is clearly unsavory, even illicit.   By ordering him to to this, he makes Little complicit in the very vice that is causing all of these problems, and Little by virtue of his position is unable to refuse any of these direct orders, even ones that are way below his station. (The fact that Jopson, Crozier's actual steward who was actually in charge of these things, was not given that task is also telling although I’m not sure of what - perhaps that Crozier wanted someone who outranked the Erebus’ steward to do the asking; perhaps that he felt some shame in asking Jopson.)
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Through all of this, Little is having to cover for a man who continues to lose his own respect in ways both large and small, personal and professional. Crozier has endangered the crew for which Little feels himself bound to care - leading directly to Blanky losing his leg - and has spoken flippantly of the situation ("How fares the raft of the Medusa?"). In 1x04, he is clearly galled by both the disregard of due process and severity of Hickey’s punishment.  (While both are not unstandard in the Navy, Crozier’s manner makes it seem like spite as much as anything - which I’m sure Little clocked.)  Overall, Little observes him making inebriated decisions that are based as much on his internal demons as any the practicalities at hand while men continue to die under his watch. This erosion of trust will come back to haunt them all, because even when its causes have been overcome, the deep root and the effects are there. (JFJ gets to have reckonings with Crozier and say his piece in a way that Little never does or will.)
Edward Little also cares deeply about the welfare of his men, perhaps more than anything. Command is a responsibility not just to the navy but to those whose lives his decisions affect. And so he as he sees this disregard for them (and for himself) he is angry, and he is in a profession and position where one is not allowed to be angry with one's superiors. So he spends a lot of his time pretending that he is not quietly furious while carrying out orders that he knows he shouldn't be, and hiding it from everyone , even Fitzjames, because he is also, deep in his heart, loyal (even if he feels it is unearned) and married to Naval structures.  Crozier and JFJ have their reckoning, but Little never gets that, because subordinates aren’t allowed to be angry.  
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This combination, the lack of trust both given and received, the anger, the care & loyalty, the necessity to fill the void in leadership, means that he asks a lot of questions . A well placed "Are you sure, sir?" can go a long way. "Yes, but--" is not a phrase that would often have been uttered to a commander by a lieutenant, but Little has not just earned but hard won the right to say it.  Every time he questions Crozier, I think it is out of a sense of duty, not defiance. A duty to the expedition, to Crozier, and above all to the men, because for so long Crozier’s judgement was not something he was able to rely on. He can’t even attend a sunrise party without thinking of the supplies that are being used up! 
To top everything off, he also never appears to be someone who is particularly congenial nor gregarious, he is very aware of his rank, and is competent while not being loved (except by me).  I like to imagine that he and Jopson and Macdonald were able to commiserate in some way as Crozier was going through his detox.  But everyone is so conscious of class & rank & secrets being guarded that it seems unlikely that anyone actually confided in each other. By getting dry and in such dramatic fashion, Crozier earns back his loyalty & respect, but by doing so in secret I wonder if he hasn't further eroded Little's relationship with the other lieutenants.  Do they even know Crozier is drying out or is Little lying to them as well as to the entire rest of the crew?  Little does not seem like a man who cares for lying, and covering up the captain's "gastritis" would only have made Little feel more cut off and burdened by the captain's confidence. (To say nothing of the fact that all of this is going on with the Tuunbaaq in the background - these lieutenants were not designed to contend with alcoholic spirits let alone the spirit world.)
 Crozier’s trust does often  end up being more burden than anything, and it’s beyond the responsibility that would normally come with his rank. That moment when he practically shoves the pistol away from him is so telling of this.  We really were robbed of the moment when Little is so angry after leaving Crozier that he can’t even slam his door: because that’s what’s building up this entire time!  
By covering for Crozier both before and during his sobering up, Little probably lost some of his authority over the crew. They know he's hiding something, and that earns some distrust. He's obviously worn out, and there must be some observation that Crozier is literally using him as an errand boy. In the best of circumstances the commanding-without-commanding is a hard line to walk while maintaining one’s own air of authority. He's also angry, and in working so hard to cover and subdue his anger, what he's left with is the "sad, wet man" that fandom has dubbed him. The crew may not know exactly what’s going on (although what do those men have to do besides gossip) but they must have sensed how Little is being worn away. As much as he cares for them, he wouldn’t fraternize - it seems like he barely fraternizes in the wardroom.  (Which is why that moment of camaraderie with Jopson outside Crozier’s cabin is so important to me personally.) 
That brings us to the mutiny.  We may love a sad, wet man, but in the face of a charismatic mutineer he's never going to match up. He doesn't have the authority, the love of the crew, or really the energy to go against it. At this point, he has no reason to know or suspect that a mutiny is what's the offing in the first place! He is someone who wants to believe the best of his men, and he's been given no reason to doubt Tozer's motives. And what was he supposed to do in the face of a marine sergeant surrounded by frightened, armed men?  They are clearly on edge and afraid, a dangerous combination.  He is practical, and although ultimately it loses him even more face by going along with Tozer, he was never going to be able to stop that in its tracks. Even JFJ wasn’t able to reel back in what had already been done.  So he chooses the pragmatic route: agree publicly to the logic, let Tozer do with him what he's been doing with Crozier, in making the subordinate's idea appear to be the superior's. With the situation and facts at hand, what else is he to do? 
The irony is that Little has been quietly looking out for all of them and their best interests for so long; but because it was so quiet, an undercurrent, when it comes down to brass tacks, none of them have ever seen that, or feel that they owe him any respect or loyalty. Tozer and Hickey appear to be men of action, and unfortunately in a moment like this a group of frightened men is going to follow the one who appears strongest. 
I also want to point out that Crozier specifically says *while the fog holds off*. Well the fog has rolled in! The situation changed! Crozier clearly has suspicions of Hickey and Tozer that he hasn't confided to Little, and whose fault is that! When it comes to investigating Irving’s and Farr’s murders, Little asks what the evidence is, which suggests to me that he has no knowledge of any concerns about Hickey that have arisen post-lashing.  Again, he is inclined to trust them.
One of the realest moments we get from him is "I'm the worst kind of sorry." It's one of the very few times he breaks from naval demeanor. The worst kind because he feels it deeply, but also because he was stuck, and he knows it, and also knows the expectations both from himself and from others that he be Better.
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What it comes down to is what he says to Hodgson: "All we have are our instincts and training. If both told you to proceed with what you ordered, then be easy with yourself." That is all Little has had for so long. He certainly doesn’t seem to be having heart to hearts with Irving and Hodgson, let alone JFJ and Crozier; his counterpart on Erebus is long gone.  Who has he to confide in, especially at this juncture of events, when there are no clear paths and no right answers. I imagine this is what he told himself over and over in the long watches of the night.  
And yet!! Matthew McNulty has said that “Little's probably one of the most hopeful out of them all. [...] He still thinks that humanity will prevail in this dark, dark world.”  I’m not sure where to put this, but I think it’s important.  I think it’s part of why he doesn’t always quite have the authority he should: poor, worn down Edward Little sees the best and hopes for the best, and can’t quite reckon that not everyone has the same moral compass he does.  That’s why Tozer & Hickey get the best of him, because he wants to believe the best of them.  He doesn’t compromise his moral compass or belief in humanity, and unfortunately that turns into a blind spot.I think it’s also why Tozer invites him to join them: because some part of him recognizes that they both have that idealism deep down.  They are both doing their best in an inconceivable situation to cling to hope and take care of those they see as under their protection. It pains me to think what they could have accomplished had they worked together rather than against each other. 
(Incidentally, I don’t believe Little ever would have been swayed to join them, but I can’t blame him for the fact that Tozer’s claim about Crozier leaving them gave him pause.  He’s seen Crozier finally grow into a commander he can respect, but to find out that Crozier’s judgment was not just impaired for so long but extended to actively planning to abandon ship & crew, as Tozer frames, as he was working so hard to hold things together - even if he doesn’t believe it, in his heart of course there must have been some doubt.) 
All of these, the erosion of respect, the concern, the exhaustion, the lack of direction and support, the HOPE, come together in a moment for which he (unjustly, in my opinion) gets vilified for: 
We’ve slowed our pace hauling some of the ill in the boats. But if we extend this temporary camp more than a few days, we can allow the ill to rest here while the bulk of us proceed south. We can hopefully find game and trek back for the others once we have something more to offer them–
And Jopson’s anger is both understandable and not unwarranted - but. Based on that look Le Vesconte gives him, this most likely is not a thought that originated with Little.  It’s  being grumbled by those hauling, maybe even obliquely discussed by the officers.   That look says to me “It has to be said.”  And it does, the logistics are evident to everyone and that needs to be discussed.  They’re sending out hunting parties every day, sure, but in an area very close to the one they’re trekking through.  It genuinely does make practical sense to have some unencumbered, able-bodied (relatively) men go ahead quickly to what would hopefully be better hunting grounds, while the sick conserve what strength they have: those able to hunt could move quickly and bring back game, while those who are dying could do so while not being jostled about on boats on shale.  Little does not say (and, I think, would never say) that they should leave them behind entirely: only that this current system isn’t really helping anyone (and it isn’t).  He needs to make sure that Crozier has fully considered the situation, because for so long that was not the case. (Historically, in fact, they did set up a hospital camp while a smaller party moved south.)
I actually do think he says this with hope: the hope that they really will find game, that the ill do just need to rest, that he can save as many of them as possible.  He's also thinking of the practicalities and (though I may be biased) really does intend to return to the ill once they have something to actually provide them with. He doesn't say so that they can move on unencumbered, to better their own chances, he says to let them rest , to find something to offer them.  He knows the situation and the feeling in camp, and that the time has come to have the conversation. It's not even necessarily a conversation he wants to have or believes in, but it has to be had. Once it's been talked about, once Crozier has come out with not just a position but a direction (to leave supplies behind if necessary), Little is entirely on board. Shortly thereafter, when Le Vesconte suggests the exact same thing, he retorts that " Most of us are ill" (note the us - the identification with) and further responds with disgust and anger that "The Captain also ordered that we not leave any man behind. You expediently leave that out."  The Captain isn’t there; Jopson isn’t there: if Little really in any way wanted to leave anyone behind, this was his chance to order it and save himself.  The fact is that he is still arguing for and trying to lead with compassion as well as duty; the fact that he can't override the more selfish majority doesn't negate that.
I wish we could see his decision to go with Le Vesconte even though he so clearly believes that these lesser mutineers are in the wrong; I know why we don't. I like to think that it's because he believes he's doing the best thing for all, that he knows one semi-able bodied man staying behind is not going to help anyone, and that by going south with the group he may be to able to sway them, or find game for the ill. But again - he has been put in a position where there is no right choice, and where any authority he had has been too far eroded to matter.
Regardless: we go from his vehement protestation that they must a) rescue their captain and b) not leave behind the ill to die to this:
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A man completely broken, weathered almost beyond recognition, with his flesh pierced by and draped with the chains of watch fobs. That's fobs plural: they're clearly different chains, from different watches, from different men.  But in still uniform.  Because he clung to the to his identity, to hope, to grounding structure of the Navy in which he trained and believed, until the very end.
We don't know what happens in between. Is it madness? Did the mutineers do this to him?   Is it penance? A memorization of the men whose watches those were?  A punishment on himself for what happened on his watch - despite the fact that really, he was powerless to stop it? And this is the only watch he can keep now - watch chains in his face, his eyes forced open to the horrors. Or did 1st Lt. Edward Little spend so long suppressing his anger, marrying that anger to hope, being responsible, keeping confidences, bearing all that alone, with authority that is both shoved on him and disregarded - did he finally snap? Are the chains not a decoration, not a punishment, but an attempt to literally bind himself up and tack himself down to this terrible world where he’s found himself?  
All we know for certain is his last word - “Close?” Close to what? To death? To salvation?  The only comfort either Edward Little or we, the audience, will get - is that at the very end, his captain was there to release him from the duty to which he clung for so long, so fiercely, with so much hope.
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hood-ex · 2 years
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Everyone shut up. So you know how Dick saved Jason from falling off the train?
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Nightwing (Vol. 2) #105
Well, Jason ended up paying Dick back years later by saving Dick from being hit by a train.
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Task Force Z #8
I mean, is it Jason's fault that Dick was nearly hit by a train in the first place? Yes. But let's just ignore that for a second and focus on the grab and pull. The, "I got you, kid," and the, "Gotcha."
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KINDRED — 31
It’s your final year of highschool, and your only goal is to graduate top of your cohort, as usual. Except as student council president, your advisor can’t seem to leave you alone. What happens when you take Decelis Academy’s top student, their star athlete and put them in front of a camera?
smau + written (2.0k words)
❥・• episode 31 — the name above me
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tw! y/n’s mom
The two-week break flies by rather quickly, and you find yourself back in your school uniform on a Monday morning, realising that nothing has really changed. You had already half-convinced yourself that post-midterm would be different for you, you had hoped for clarity regarding your plans after high school. Alas, uncertainty clings to you like an unwelcome companion.
Walking onto campus, you encounter a throng of students gathered in front of the ranking boards. Right, your results are released today.
Oddly, though, the weight of your grades hasn't been preoccupying your thoughts these past two weeks like it would in the past, marking the first time in your life that you haven't been consumed by overthinking your grades or endlessly reviewing test questions, as if every time you did it you didn’t get the same exact answer.
No, you actually enjoyed your break. You allowed yourself to breathe, to embrace the carefree spirit of a high school teenager.
You went café hopping with Bora and Jungwon again, only this time you ensured a mango juice mishap did not befall you. The girls, including yourself, enjoyed a truly relaxing girls' day where everyone dressed up just for the joy of it. Then there was that unforgettable excursion to the amusement park; you rode the Ferris wheel for the first time as it had been a long-standing prohibition from your mother. Though fairly insignificant, you record as it as a ‘win’ in your books.
Before you knew it, your final term at Decelis Academy had already begun. The documentary is in its concluding stages, with tasks remaining on the itinerary, including capturing your and Jungwon's reactions to your grades, the student council's senior farewell party, Jungwon's upcoming competition, and then the final confessional.
Arriving on campus, you initially worry about being way too early but lucky for you, the camera crew had arrived hours in advance and established their vantage point on the left side of the ranking boards—the higher-scoring side. Despite their meticulous preparation, you inadvertently squeeze yourself into a group of students gathered in the middle, unintentionally defying their plans for the perfect front-row view of your reaction from every angle.
Your eyes scan the list.
74 ***
75 ***
76 ***
77 Yang Jungwon
Found it.
You let your fingers glide over the paper, seeking out his Mathematics scores. 105 out of 150. Relief floods through you, a broad smile gracing your face at his passing grade. Not just barely but with a decent score, just enough to pull him up to a C, securing his spot in the competition just 15 days from now. You’re smiling so wide, the joy evident without even knowing how you did for your own papers.
And as if you were sharing the same brain cell, you find Jungwon standing at the front of the board, his expression tense as he gazes at a name at the top. Concern brushes your thoughts, but you manage to conceal it from the cameras as you cheerfully call out, "Wonnie! You passed your Math paper, you’re going to compete in the Asian Championships!"
"I-I’m so sorry, Y/N," he stammers, a heavy silence lingering between you. Reluctantly, you follow his gaze, and there it is.
1 Lee Haerin
2 Park Y/N.
Your name, usually perched at the top, now finding itself below another.
You know Lee Haerin, she’s a familiar face from the book club, and you know this having seen her in the library more times than you could count. And you were there almost every day. You also recognise her name as someone who was consistently ranking below you, but how the tables have turned.
You don’t loathe her; surely, it isn’t her fault that your English Literature scores fell short, causing you to drop in overall rankings. Besides, it's only mid-terms, and you still have your preliminary exams to pull your grades up before the CSAT… Right?
You sense someone settling down beside you on the ledge you've chosen to occupy on the roof. You had chosen to forgo lunch, knowing you can barely keep anything down your throat at the moment. Shifting your gaze from the clusters of shops just outside the school gates, where the popular takoyaki stand beckons memories of post-school visits with your friends, you turn your attention to the person you had already half-expected to be Jungwon.
“You should eat something, even if just a little.” Jungwon places a piece of custard bread, banana milk, and a packet of your favourite gummies on your lap, almost pleading with you to eat.
“You didn’t have to.”
“Not when you look like as if the world is ending tomorrow.” Jungwon jokes, only to cough awkwardly when he realises you didn’t respond to his jokes, even with an eye-roll like you usually would.
“It might as well be. I just know my mother is going to KILL me.” You make sure to emphasise the word ‘kill.’ Because you aren’t wrong; if the world isn’t going to kill you tomorrow, your birth-giver will.
Unbeknownst to you, tears well up in your eyes, threatening to spill over. Witnessing you in such a vulnerable state tugs at Jungwon's heart; the girl he likes is breaking down in front of him and he doesn’t even know what to do. As he battles his inner thoughts, contemplating the best way to console you, he senses you clutching onto the sleeves of his uniform blazer. Pouting and fighting back tears, you say, “I’m going to be okay, right?”
“Yes, crybaby, everything is going to be okay.” You feel him begin to gently stroke your hair down to your neck, rubbing circles into the back of your ears as he makes another crybaby joke in an attempt to cheer you up.
“I’m not a crybaby,” you manage to say between hiccups and sobs, prompting Jungwon to emit a small snicker. The irony strikes you—a few weeks ago, you were in Jay’s garden comforting Jungwon as he held back tears, and now he's here comforting you in your most vulnerable state. The situation doesn’t go unnoticed by Jungwon, as he also recognises the irony of it, judging by the bittersweet way he smiles.
“Just because you fail once, doesn't mean you're gonna fail at everything.” Jungwon holds your cheek and tilts your head to face him, his thumbs swiping away fresh tears staining your cheeks.
“I don’t know… the one thing I’m good at, and I just flunked it-“
“Shh! Believe in yourself because if you don't, then who will? Life’s beautiful, and there's so much more to it than numbers on a piece of paper, Y/N. I hope you see that.”
In that moment, you realise you never really did look at your scores for the papers. Then you realise it wasn’t the scores that had you feeling worthless. Thinking back, you had already forgone looking at your scores a long time ago, as long as you stayed in that number one spot, as long as you didn’t disappoint your mother. You wanted to satisfy her, try to get her to praise you, but as your heartless mother has once said: “Why would I praise something that is supposed to be a given?”
You've spent your entire life routinely studying, evolving yourself into the machine your mother probably wished she had instead of a breathing human child—you.
In the echo of your academic routine, the fear of losing her approval looms larger than the tangible rankings you've held. The relentless pursuit of excellence, though driven by an inner desire for acknowledgment, is entangled in the web of your mother's expectations. So, what scares you isn’t the fact you no longer retained the number one spot; what scares you is disappointing the one person you craved validation from. What were you expecting? Because when the given is taken away from you, will she praise you then?
No. She’ll criticise you, blame your father, blame the documentary, and undoubtedly, she’ll gun after Jungwon. Because nothing is ever really her fault, and you knew sometime along the way that nothing will ever satisfy her, but you still try anyway. You try because you don’t know what else to do other than sticking to the status quo. Until, at least, the documentary featuring Jungwon happened.
What was initially supposed to be a pawn in your masterful plan to build your portfolio for University becomes the very documentary that breaks you out of your shell, as the looming prospect of your mother’s disapproval, like an oppressive cloud, pushes you to strive for success, even when you know it may never be enough for her.
“Eat.” You come back to your senses to find Jungwon has opened the packet of bread and shoved it into your mouth. He then watches you bite into it before he lets go to open the bottle of banana milk, handing them to you between bites of the bread.
Again, Jungwon with his overly friendly gestures that graze the delicate line between friends and something more than that. Jungwon, who once again, manages to empty your mind by babying you and treating you like a princess who needs rescuing. And he was the prince, of course, needless to say.
“You’re confusing me.” The words fly out of your mouth before you even get the chance to rethink
“Doesn’t mean I’m feeding you like a baby that you are actually one.” He teases, and you watch him as he takes a sip out of the banana milk, from the same straw you used. Pushing away the thought that you’ve just indirectly kissed him, you're just glad he didn’t catch onto the intention behind your statement.
“I feel bad that you’re here comforting me, when you should be celebrating having passed a certain Math paper after all that hard work.”
“It was your hard work as much as it was mine, Y/N.” Jungwon takes his thumb, wiping at the corner of your lips where custard from the bread had oozed out and stayed. He then brings it up to his own lips, eating it off his finger. You just indirectly kissed him, again.
Your heartbeat quickens, a symphony of excitement drowning out any lingering worries about exams or your mother. Your mind is a canvas painted with thoughts of Jungwon and his unexpected gestures that got you contemplating the possibility of him being interested in you. Surely, Yang Jungwon isn’t known for being a romantic guy, but once again, you're proven wrong; he is that guy.
This certainty solidifies as he opens the packet of gummies, deliberately picking out the red-coloured ones first, knowing that you ate them in the colour of the rainbow; a subtle detail that shows he pays attention to your preferences.
At first, they were really subtle gestures that made you realise how horribly you have misjudged him. Then came the heartfelt actions, revealing a caring side that made you question if he had always been this way. The tipping point was realising these gestures were exclusively reserved for you, unveiling sides of Jungwon that remained hidden from everyone else. While others perceived him as mundane, cold, and mysterious, you alone saw a different Yang Jungwon.
And when you see the scoreboard, someone else’s name above yours for the very first time, it shocks you to the core that you, in fact, did not care. That the first thing you sought was Jungwon’s rankings on the board, eager to know if your efforts in tutoring him paid off, if he can participate in the competition that has become crucial to him and, by extension, vital to you.
For the first time, someone else's grades mattered more than your own. This epiphany stretches beyond academic priorities, signifying that Jungwon holds a place in your life beyond the confines of friendship; that he is more than just a friend that you make him out to be.
You like him, more than you let yourself on.
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Just a thought, ill draw it too when I can. But in Fit's Day 105 stream after the "task failed successfully" part, watch that cinematic masterpiece closely.
See how Fit in 2b2t is bleak and grayscale? It represents the rough and dangerous world that he lived in before Quesadillas Island; an anarchist with no place to call home and a mission to carry out. You'll notice that Ramón and the things he built (amongst other QSMP-related stuff) are bright and colorful, a contrast to Fit's old life. His beautiful baby boy brightened up Fit's world, a man who is always cautious about getting attached to people or things because in that world, nothing is permanent and all will be lost eventually.
That small little Huevo that came into his life is unexpectedly the best thing that has ever happened to him in YEARS. Ramon is his LIGHT, his HOME on the island, and that is why I loved that cinematic so much, it all comes full circle into one beautiful storytelling from Don Huevo.
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Hello 👋 I was wondering if maybe I could request Magnus and Lance from SVE with a big chested farmer that will just pull the most random of stuff out from between them like a pocket dimension. Like they pull out a galaxy sword like an anime character.
LMFAO I'M DEAD 💀
Hope you like it, dear anon! I had so much fun writing this question because it's such a funny situation 🤣 Thanks again for your ask!
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Lance:
Lance first caught this event while with Farmer in the Mines at Marlon's request. Both had managed to complete the task, and even find a nice treasure, which they shared equally.
When Farmer pulled out a small can of soda from their massive chest to wet their throat after a hard day, Lance only raised an eyebrow sceptically, but didn't comment. Well, guess they had... plenty of room there, especially since their pockets were filled with gems and gold ore after a successful adventure. Kinda unusual, but no judgement here.
Imagine how the pink-haired adventurer's eyes widened when the Farmer a little later pulled out the Obsidian Blade, a sword that was long and heavy enough that it certainly couldn't have been there in the first place!
"Found this in the level 105. Do you think Marlon will buy it? The blade is quite good condition." Probably, but Lance was in no condition to think right now, because pardon him, what in the world-
Curiosity was tearing him apart and he wanted to ask what he had just seen. But every time Lance opened his mouth, he caught himself thinking, no matter how hard he tried to find the right words - the question would still sound tactless and rude, to say at least. He clearly didn't want to offend Farmer in any way, nor did he want to be rude by sticking his nose in other people's business.
Either Farmer really doesn't see anything weird about it, or they do it on purpose in front of Lance, but the number of times they've pulled other weapons, bombs (mega-bomb????), multiple jars of jam and maple syrup ("I'm craving sweets"), and freaking Crimson Baldlans artefacts out of their chests just increase.
Even if Lance starts dating Farmer, he has a little trouble bringing it up to discussion.
Once, when Farmer, in a burst of love and passion, hugged Lance tightly, the gallant adventurer's face was just inside their chest, where he saw with his own eyes a certain dimension resembling... space. There were even more questions, but he feels that sometimes, some mysteries must remain mysteries. But he's not complaining, Farmer is a wonderful friend and partner.
Magnus Rasmodius:
Sometimes Magnus wondered if his ancestors had offended some deity or all-powerful spirits, that in revenge they mocked the family of the offender up to the 7th generation. Or do they just have such a peculiar sense of humour, and it's fun for them to watch the last nerve cells of the old wizard start screaming furiously?
Because how else to explain that he got such a chaotic friend and pupil that they defy any logic? Even the logic of magic and wizardry?
Farmer have an incredible talent for sorcery, and even starting their apprenticeship so late, they have every excellent chance of becoming the greatest magician ever (that's if farming bores them). With their determination, they find the most unusual artefacts, visit places hidden from the eyes of ordinary people, full of magic and secrets. And they themselve are the greatest mystery of all.
A mystery that seems to love to put Magnus in a complete stupor.
Because how did the Farmer manage to pull out of their chest a bottle of wine, a large plate of cooked frog legs, a huge pumpkin, a long rusty sword, and.... a whole mushroom log.
"Here are all things you asked for."
......
"Hmm? Is there something wrong, Magnus? Am I forgetting something?"
.........
Sigh... Yoba, give him patience.
What's worse is that Rasmodius has to write a report to the Ministry of Magic about the unusual manifestations of Farmer magic. After all, considering how easy they are to learn spells, this did not go unnoticed by the Ministry's watchful eye.
"Report Number 4: On the 24th of Spring 20XX, Farmer manifested the ability to open access to a pocket dimension in their chest, mainly for storing personal items." Magnus reread what he had managed to write, crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it into the fireplace. He'd rather pretend it was a mystery to him than try to explain it to the Ministry. Would save himself a lot of nerve.
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𝕂-ℙ𝕆ℙ 𝕋𝔸𝔾 𝔾𝔸𝕄𝔼 (25Q)
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A. protagonist
B. antagonist
C. side character
D. quest giver
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C. rpg
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B. the chad
C. the geek
D. the girlie girl
E. the goth
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4. What aesthetic does your character carry?
A. academia
B. alternative
C. coquette
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E. cowgirl/boy
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5. Quick! There's a monster chasing you!
A. running as fast as i can
B. finding a vehicle
C. grabbing a weapon to fight back
D. hiding
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6. Your teammate just gave you away to the monster! What's your next move?
A. reporting them to the other players
B. kill them myself next round
C. let myself be sacrificed
D. give them a taste of their medicine
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7. An NPC just told you to NOT open a suspicious door…
A. open it, duh
B. i’ll avoid it
C. save it for later
D. ask them why
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8. You’ve gotten injured!
A. keep fighting
B. run away
C. ask for help
D. let yourself get killed
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9. What new equip will you be taking?
A. clothes
B. weapons
C. money
D. food and drink
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10. New pet unlocked! Who’s your pet?
A. a ragdoll
B. a wolf
C. a dragon
D. a jackalope
E. a stallion
F. a snake
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11. You’ve been given four tasks to complete in two hours, whats your plan?
A. fuck it, we ball
B. do the easy ones first
C. do the hard ones first
D. whatever's closest to me first
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12. Pick a location to live!
A. Snow's Ridge
B. Rose Valley
C. Scarwood Pines
D. Ruby's Grave
E. Crowsland
F. Garden of Elysium
G. Misting Fae's Frollick
H. Killings Coven
I. Ship of Destiny
J. Pureblood Castle
K. Midas Haven
L. Enchantment Woodlands
M. Tusk's Cove
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13. Your friend woke up screaming from a night terror, what's your course of action? (you’re hidden)
A. try to calm her down
B. roll my eyes, she’s too noisy
C. stare at her
D. try to go back to sleep
E. start screaming with her
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14. You stop at a ‘peace’ and ‘danger’ sign, what are you choosing?
A. obviously the ‘peace’ option
B. hmm.. both?
C. danger, muahahahaha
D. do i have to choose??
E. I'm turning the other way...
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15. A cutscene happens where one of the characters is trying to get spicy, what's your move?
A. fuck him/her, duh
B. punch them
C. play hard to get
D. hold it off for later
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16. New superpower equip!
A. teleportation
B. atmokinesis
C. telekinetic flight
D. invisibility
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17. Your pet has been kidnapped!
A. i'm running after that thief!
B. they can handle that person themselves
C. ask for help from a teammate
D. make a plan to get them back
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18. One of the witches cursed you into being a shapeshifter! What species are you?
A. feline
B. canine
C. reptile
D. amphibian
E. aves
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19. Choose a surname!
A. Shen
B. Elderose
C. Aisling
D. Birdwhistle
E. Bloodsmouth
F. Okami
G. Kang
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20. Who were you born into?
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C. angels
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F. witches
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21. Choose a partner!
A. Isa
B. Seungmin
C. Hinata
D. Wonbin
E. Soyeon
F. Haechan
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22. Uh oh! Your partner just got turned into a monster! What happened?
A. they got bitten
B. they were cursed
C. they drank a potion
D. a ritual
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23. You just got your second pet! What is it?
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B. an owl
C. a turtle
D. a sheep
E. a bull
F. a ferret
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24. You and your partner encountered another duo to team up with! Who is it?
A. Yoohyeon & JiU
B. Chanty & Yue
C. Moonbyul & Solar
D. Yuta & Mark
E. Minhyuk & Jooheon
F. Rowoon & Inseong
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25. How did the game end?
A. happily ever after
B. i'm the only one standing
C. i died
D. it's not over yet
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𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎?
𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚞𝚜 𝟻𝟶𝟶+ 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜. 𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜!
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♡⑅*˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖*⑅♡ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴏsᴇ ᴠᴀʟʟᴇʏ! ʀᴜʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ᴡᴏɴʏᴏᴜɴɢ. ʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ sɪɴɢɪɴɢ ʜᴜᴍᴍɪɴɢʙɪʀᴅs, ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ᴘɪxɪᴇs, ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ sǫᴜɪʀʀᴇʟs, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ɢᴇᴍ-ᴇʏᴇᴅ ʀᴀɢᴅᴏʟʟ ᴋɪᴛᴛᴇɴs! ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴀɴ ᴜᴍʙʀᴇʟʟᴀ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀs ɪᴛ ʀᴀɪɴs ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴅᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴀʟʟᴇʏ! ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ғɪɴᴅ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ᴡᴏɴʏᴏᴜɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ᴏʀ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴀʟ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇ!♡⑅*˖
(3K — 3.2K) sᴄᴀʀᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴘɪɴᴇs ●
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⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴄᴀʀᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴘɪɴᴇs, ʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғɪᴇʀᴄᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴɢ ʏɪxɪᴀɴɢ, ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀs ɴɪᴄʜᴏʟᴀs! ʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʀᴜɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ sʜᴀᴘᴇ sʜɪғᴛᴇʀs, ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴡʟs, ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴇᴇs, ᴡᴇɴᴅɪɢᴏ, ʜᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴋᴏɪ. ʜᴇ's ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʟᴀᴋᴇ ᴏʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ʜɪᴍ! ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴇsᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴀ ғᴜʟʟ ᴍᴏᴏɴ... ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
(3.2K — 3.4K) ʀᴜʙʏ's ɢʀᴀᴠᴇ ᥫ᭡
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◆:*:◇:*:◆:*:◇:*:◆ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜʙʏ's ɢʀᴀᴠᴇ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴅᴇɪᴛʏ ᴊɪʜʏᴏ ᴏғ ᴅɪsᴛᴜʀʙɪᴀ ʀᴜʟᴇs. ʜᴇʀᴇ ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇs ғᴀʟʟᴇɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟs, ʜᴇʟʟʜᴏᴜɴᴅs, sᴛʀɪxᴇs, sᴜᴄᴄᴜʙɪ, ɪɴᴄᴜʙɪ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴇʟʟɪsʜ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs. ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ᴏᴍᴇɴ ᴏғ ʜᴇʟʟ, ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴊɪʜʏᴏ ɪs ᴀ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ sᴏᴜʟ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ғɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴜᴛ ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀɢᴏᴏɴ, ɴᴜʀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇʏᴀʀᴅ... ◆:*:◇:*:◆
(3.4K — 3.6K) ᴄʀᴏᴡsʟᴀɴᴅ ♰
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- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - - ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴏᴡsʟᴀɴᴅ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴛs ʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴍɪɴɪsᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴏɴ ᴊᴇᴏɴɢʜᴀɴ. ʜᴇʀᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʜᴏᴜʟs, ɢʜᴏsᴛs, sᴏᴜʟs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴍɴᴇᴅ. ʜᴏsᴛɪʟᴇ sᴘɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴄʀᴏᴡs ᴀɴᴅ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀs ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴢᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴏᴜsᴇs ᴘᴀss ʙʏ. ɪᴛ's ɢʟᴏᴏᴍʏ, ᴄᴏʟᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀɪɴʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴅᴀʏ, ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ғɪɴᴅ ᴍɪɴɪsᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜᴇs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢʀᴀʙ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴀ ᴄʀᴏss, ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ɪᴛ... - - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ -
(3.6K — 3.8K) ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ᴏғ ᴇʟʏsɪᴜᴍ ♘
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——— ☆ • ♧ • ♤ • ♧ • ☆ ——— ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ᴏғ ᴇʟʏsɪᴜᴍ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴛ's ʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʟᴏʀᴅ ʏᴇᴏ ʜᴡᴀɴᴡᴏᴏɴɢ. ʜᴇʀᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴏɴʏs, ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴘɪɢs, ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɪʀ ᴘɪxɪᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴀᴄʜsʜᴜɴᴅs! ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙʟᴀɴᴋᴇᴛs ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴀʟʟᴇʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɴɪᴄᴇ ʙʀᴇᴇᴢᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ɪᴛ, sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʟʟɪᴀɢᴇʀs ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴘɪᴄɴɪᴄs! ʟᴏʀᴅ ʏᴇᴏ ɪs ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sᴇᴇɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs sᴛᴀʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴡᴀʟᴋ, ᴏʀ ʜᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴇs! ʟᴇᴛ's ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴᴠɪᴛᴇᴅ! ——— ☆ • ♧ • ♤ • ♧ • ☆ ———
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ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪsᴛɪɴɢ ғᴀᴇ's ғʀᴏʟʟɪᴄᴋ! ᴛʜɪs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪs ɪɴʜᴀʙɪᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғɪᴠᴇ ғᴀᴇ sɪsᴛᴇʀs: ᴄᴏᴏʟ ᴍɪɴᴊɪ, sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʜᴀɴɴɪ, ʙᴜʙʙʟʏ ᴅᴀɴɪᴇʟʟᴇ, sʜʏ ʜᴀᴇʀɪɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ʜʏᴇɪɴ! ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴜsɪɴs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪxɪᴇs! ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪғʏ ᴛʜᴇ sɪsᴛᴇʀs ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɢʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴡɪɴɢs! ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀɴɴɪ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪɴᴊɪ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀs, ʜᴀᴇʀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀɴɪᴇʟʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇɪʟᴅs ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʙʀᴀᴄᴇʟᴇᴛs, ᴀɴᴅ ʜʏᴇɪɴ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʀᴇᴇʜᴏᴜsᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴜɴᴀ. ᴛʜᴇsᴇ sɪsᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ, sᴏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ! ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ
(4K— 4.2K) ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢs ᴄᴏᴠᴇɴ ⚕︎
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✩̣̣̣̣̣ͯ┄•͙✧⃝•͙┄✩ͯ•͙͙✧⃝•͙͙✩ͯ┄•͙✧⃝•͙┄✩̣̣̣̣̣ͯ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢs ᴄᴏᴠᴇɴ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴠᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴏsᴇs ᴏғ ғɪᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ sɪsᴛᴇʀs. ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ sᴇɴsɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ɪʀᴇɴᴇ, ʜʏᴘɴᴏᴛɪᴢɪɴɢ sᴇᴜʟɢɪ, ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴇɴᴅʏ, ᴅᴇʟɪᴄᴀᴛᴇ ᴊᴏʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛᴛʏ ʏᴇʀɪ. ᴛʜᴇ sɪsᴛᴇʀs ᴏɴʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ sᴇᴇɴ ᴘʀᴇғᴏʀᴍɪɴɢ ʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋᴡᴏᴏᴅs. ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴠᴏᴄᴀʟs ғɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴄᴀsᴄᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʜᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɪɴʜᴀʙɪᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴʜᴀʙɪᴛᴀɴᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀᴏᴜs ʀᴀᴠᴇɴs ᴀɴᴅ sᴇʀᴘᴇɴᴛs. sᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ. ✩̣̣̣̣̣ͯ┄•͙✧⃝•͙┄✩ͯ•͙͙✧⃝•͙͙✩ͯ┄•͙✧⃝•͙
(4.2K — 4.4K) ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇsᴛɪɴʏ sʜɪᴘ ☠︎
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☠◉☠◉☠◉☠◉☠◉☠◉☠◉☠ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇsᴛɪɴʏ, ʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴘɪʀᴀᴛᴇs/ᴀɴᴀʀᴄʜɪsᴛs ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀs ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ. ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ ʜᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ, sᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ, ʏᴜɴʜᴏ, ʏᴇᴏsᴀɴɢ, sᴀɴ, ᴍɪɴɢɪ, ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴏɴɢʜᴏ. ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ʟɪɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴡᴀʀʟᴏᴄᴋs, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴜsɪɴs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ sɪsᴛᴇʀs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢs ᴄᴏᴠᴇɴ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴏɴ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴛ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʙᴇᴡᴀʀᴇs ᴏғ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴡᴀʀᴍs, sᴄᴏʀᴘɪᴏɴs, sᴀɴᴅᴍᴇɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴛʜʀᴏᴘᴏᴍᴏʀᴘʜɪᴄ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴘʟᴀɴᴛs. ʙᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴇᴘ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ sɪᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ! ☠◉☠◉
(4.4K — 4.6K) ᴘᴜʀᴇʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴄᴀsᴛʟᴇ ☽
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❖ ── ✦ ──『✙』── ✦ ── ❖ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴘᴜʀᴇʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴄᴀsᴛʟᴇ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇs sᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀs. ʜᴇᴇsᴇᴜɴɢ, ᴊᴀʏ, ᴊᴀᴋᴇ, sᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ, sᴜɴᴏᴏ, ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴊᴜɴɢᴡᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇsᴛ ɴɪᴋɪ. ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏʀᴍs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ɴɪɢʜᴛʙᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀsᴛʟᴇ ɢᴀᴛᴇs. ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇs ᴏғ sᴄᴀʀᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴘɪɴᴇs' ᴘᴀᴄᴋ, sᴏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ғᴀʟʟ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʀɪᴀɴɢʟᴇ! ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇs' ᴍᴇᴀʟ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ... ❖ ── ✦ ──『✙』── ✦ ── ❖
(4.6K — 4.8K) ᴍɪᴅᴀs ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ ଓ
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⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅* ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪᴅᴀs ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ, ʀᴜʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғᴏᴜʀ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ sɪsᴛᴇʀs. ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ᴊᴜʟɪᴇ, ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ɴᴀᴛᴛʏ, ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ʙᴇʟʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ʜᴀɴᴇᴜʟ. ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅs; ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴏᴠᴇʀ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ᴏғ ᴇʟʏsɪᴜᴍ, sᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴅᴏᴠᴇs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴀɴɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴀʀʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀɴᴅ. ᴇᴀᴄʜ sɪsᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴘᴇᴛ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ᴊᴜʟɪᴇ's ʙᴜɴɴʏ, ɴᴀᴛᴛʏ's ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ, ʙᴇʟʟᴇ's ᴘᴇʀsɪᴀɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀɴᴇᴜʟ's ᴘᴀɴᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄᴜʙ. ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ᴘᴇᴛs. ᴛʜᴇsᴇ sɪsᴛᴇʀs ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴛᴇs ᴏғ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ, sᴏ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇsᴛ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ! ⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅
(5K — 5.2K) ᴇɴᴄʜᴀɴᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴏᴏᴅʟᴀɴᴅs ✿
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❁ ≖≖✿❁ ≖≖✿❁ ≖≖✿❁ ≖≖ ❁ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴄʜᴀɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴏᴏᴅʟᴀɴᴅs, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴄʜᴀɴᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ғɪᴠᴇ. ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴇʟᴠᴇɴ ʙᴏʏs ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴏsᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴇᴏɴᴊᴜɴ, sᴏᴏʙɪɴ, ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ, ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴋᴀɪ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴜɴᴛ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ, sᴇᴛᴛʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀᴇғʟʏ ʙᴀɴᴋ ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴇᴀ, ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɢʀᴇs, ɢᴏʙʟɪɴs, ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟ ᴍᴜᴛᴀɴᴛs. ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛɪᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴄʜᴀɴᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ! sᴛᴀʏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛɪᴍᴇs! ❁ ≖≖✿❁ ≖≖
(5.2K— ) ᴛᴜsᴋ's ᴄᴏᴠᴇ ⚡︎
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☾ ⋆*・゚:⋆*・゚:⠀ *⋆.*:・゚ .: ⋆*・゚: .⋆ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴜsᴋs ᴄᴏᴠᴇ, ᴏᴠᴇʀʀᴜʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғᴏᴜʀ sɪʀᴇɴ sɪsᴛᴇʀs. sᴇɴsᴜᴀʟ ᴋᴀʀɪɴᴀ, ᴄʜᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ ɢɪsᴇʟʟᴇ, ᴇʟᴇɢᴀɴᴛ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍʏ ɴɪɴɢɴɪɴɢ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴜʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀs ᴏғ sʜɪᴘᴡʀᴇᴄᴋs, ғᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴏғғ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪʀᴀᴛᴇs. ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ʙᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɴᴇɢᴏᴛɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ, sᴏ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʙᴏʏs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄʀᴏss ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀs. ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴀs ᴘᴀʏᴍᴇɴᴛ. ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ sᴛᴏʀᴍs ᴏʀ ᴅɪғғɪᴄᴜʟᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟs' ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇs ᴅʀɪғᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ, ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴅʀɪʟʟɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ғᴏᴏʟ ʏᴏᴜ. sᴄᴀʀʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜs ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴜʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ... ☾ ⋆*・゚:⋆*・゚:⠀ *⋆.
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(If scores seem different sometime soon, numbers have been edited.)
A/N: finally after a day and few hours I am finished! had so many glitch outs and times where I ran out of ideas but it's rewarding to finally finish. Let me know what game you'll like to see next (by asks) and I'll poll it! anyways, I hope you had fun!
If you didn't end up where you wanted, let me know where you would've preferred and why!
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SCP-239 vs SCP-AAS
On the moon in 2016 they were working around the clock to use Grey Concrete to create the perfect containment cell for the event. It was an unbelievable event that no one would ever thing was going to happen, yet it was. Apparently, Agent Charlie Wells (Currently 40) challenged Dr. Sigurrós Stefánsdóttir (currently 31) to a fight. Not only did Dr. Stefánsdóttir accept but the O5 gave their approval of the fight ensuring that all resources were devoted into making this happen. It was going to be battle of the century between two girls that were arguably the strongest in all of the Foundation. Both had the best combat training, extremely powerful anomalous abilities, and experimental training to ensure they had mastery over said abilities; It was really tough to say who was going to win.
None-the-less almost everyone who was able to put down what they were doing while those who had to keep working kept a recording of the events close by so that they could either watch now or later. It was going to be an extraordinary battle, so no one within the Foundation was willing to miss it. 
***
Agent Iris Clef and her wife Dr. Meri Clef were in their new house/room with all of their friends: Emily Evolution, Dr. Stella, Agent Cindy Victoria, Agent Miller, Dr. Mathew Wells, and Agent David McGowan. They were all in the living room sitting on a large couch that could surprisingly fit all of them. Those that had hazardous abilities were wearing their protective gear so none of them were a hazard to one another. Furthermore, they were in a really expensive looking place that was nicely furnished and had lots of cool decorations as well as cute photos of Iris and her wife. You'd be forgiven if you thought the outside looked like a mansion from the interior alone, though that wasn't true since they were with the invisible flying fortress of Site-AM. 
Iris and Meri were also gifted with an AFA-3 servant, it was made to look completely human and was programed with a Level 3 A.I. making it quite friendly. It would help them with whatever they desired though they didn't let it do much as they were afraid it was a spy for the O5 Council to keep an eye even on their private life. Despite all of that, they had everything they needed to view the fight comfortably especially the large flat screen TV in front of them.
However, none of them were actually really happy about the fight Especially Dr. Wells. He did admire his wife for her strength, but he was also aware that she often bit off more than she could chew. Though most of the Foundation was wondering how this was going to go Iris and her friends kinda could tell how it would go, Sigurrós would use her reality warping abilities to turn off Charlie's powers and easily win the fight with a single move afterwards. Though everyone in the room knew it they weren't willing to say it, especially since Dr Wells was in the room. Suddenly AFA-3 entered the living room form the kitchen wearing a butler suit. 
"Excuse me everyone, is there any snacks or beverages you'd like me to prepare before the show begins?"
"Oh, no 568NO, we're good."
"Actually, do you happen to have some whiskey or wine?" Everyone then looked to Dr. Wells in either confusion or shock as he was looking at 568NO in anticipation.
"... uh... well, we the Foundation is in possession of certain bottles-"
"Get me the strongest!"
"... right away, Dr. Wells." Everyone kept staring at Dr. Wells with concern, he eventually noticed this and glared at them all.
"What?!" They all quickly looked away and focused back to the TV and didn't say another word until the battle started.
***
"Alright everyone! Who's willing to bet on Agent Wells and who wants to bet on Dr. Stefánsdóttir! Place your bets now!" Within lounges, resting areas, cafeterias, and other various places in the hundred Foundation Site's around the world; there were MTF units, Security, Researchers, Doctors, and other various Foundation staff getting ready to watch the fight. They were all on their Computer Screen Pads or handheld versions of the device to places bets on the fight. Within the Foundation there wasn't really any such thing as currency for payment, instead the Foundation's massive wealth was only saved for controlling the world's governments and its people to remain silent about the anomalous world.
The staff of the Foundation didn't need money anyways as they had many, MANY different resources that they earned or collected through their years at the Foundation. It was about the closest to currency within the Foundation as MTF units and Researchers often traded their food and personal items with one another for various reasons. Today was no different and was probably going to be the biggest bet some would ever make earn and would either make them win lots of food and the best resources the Foundation had to offer or have them loose it all. 
***
Dr. Zeek was actually at the one of the classrooms at Site-AF where they taught lessons to children under the care of the Foundation. This included children that unfortunately had Class F status, Children of personnel at the Foundation, talented children found in Foundation owned orphanages, as well as anomalous children in Foundation custody. This particular classroom had Elrin and Kasta also known as ACY-Α and SCP-ACY-Β (both 9, same as the other kids in the classroom). Elrin loved learning from every class just like she liked doing anything positive, but Kasta only enjoyed knowing how to better bring suffering to others, anything else was pointless and boring to her. However today none of them were learning anything, as Dr. Zeek instead had a holo screen in the front of the classroom ready for them to watch the fight. 
"Now children, today instead of learning about the chemical structure of penicillin we will be instead watching the scrap between yah seniors! Agent Wells and Dr. Stefánsdóttir!" The kids were visible confused but also kinda excited that they were going to be watching something cool rather than learning about complex subjects again. Dr. Zeek didn't really have to teach them since he wasn't a Level 2 researcher anymore, but he just enjoyed teaching them anyways, so he did so. Also, he didn't trust the younger researchers to not corrupt or biased towards the kids. 
"Does this mean we're going to watch them die." Kasta spoke with a smile on her face while having her hand raised which seemed pointless since she didn't wait for Dr. Zeek to give her permission to speak. Dr. Zeek just looked at her with disappointment.
"No, we're just watching them fight that's all. They're both professionals so no one is going to die, they merely want to see who is stronger than who." Kasta just groaned in disappointment.
"Teacher! I heard some of our parents were betting on this match, can we do that too?"
"No!"
***
"I mean they're going to be okay right?" Dr. Wicked was sitting at his desk within his office at Site-AD. Though he was currently watching Dr. Corvio in annoyance as she was walking back and forth within his office. 
"They'll be okay right; I mean they're both strong."
"Melissa..."
"But what if they do hurt each other, Charlie has always been reckless and Sigurrós doesn't even know her own limits!"
"Melissa."
"No. No! They could vaporize one another! Or erase each other from existence! Come on Wicked! We need to stop this fight now!"
"MELISSA!" Dr. Wicked then slammed his fists onto his desk breaking it entirely while also scaring the SCP-AEK-2-Ξ instances in his office. They all quickly scattered and fled to the dark corners of his office. Dr. Corvio was a little frightened as well while Dr. Wicked glared at her with bloodshot eyes. However, his eyes reverted back to normal as he took a breath and sat back down on his desk chair. 
"*sigh*... Melissa they are not children anymore. You can't protect them forever. Not that they need protection."
"Wicked... we're the Foundation! Our whole job is to protect!"
"Yes, but not everything can be protected forever, sometimes it must be left alone so that it can grow strong enough to protect itself. Charlie and Sigurrós are possible the greatest examples of that. They've already grown mentally, physically, and anomalously stronger than any of us. They don't need our protection anymore."
"But-"
"Besides, your worried about the wrong thing."
"Wha- what do you mean?"
"Isn't it obvious? This is a political play by the O5, their trying to show everyone who should be feared more. The Anomalous Employment Department or the Department of Technology, Magic, Science, Alchemy, and Warfare. Both departments are some of the strongest within the Foundation and their coming close to being able to even overpower the Ethics Commitee and soon after the O5 Council themselves."
"But then how does this battle benefit the O5?"
"By buying them time. Having the Departments go against each other instead of the O5? How could they not benefit form that? With everyone fighting each other they're not going to focus enough on the O5 Council, allowing them to resume their most heinous experiments. Even the Ethics Commitee will be busy trying to keep the peace between everyone else."
"... So that's why the O5 approved the fight, they don't really care who wins or loses. Because it doesn't matter who does, either way it will spark a rift between the MTF's and by extension the departments they answer too. Everyone will hate one another."
"And no one will notice the O5."
"But that's too basic, there's no way this will be enough to cause a true rivalry between the two departments."
"No but it will spark curiosity among everyone. Researchers and MTF's alike will start asking the same questions: who's stronger than who? Soon everyone who's got a powerful weapon or anomalous abilities within the Foundation will want to fight one another and that's when fun little fights will eventually turn into power moves for dominance within the Foundation."
"... Then isn't that all the more reason to-"
"The entire council of O5 agreed to the battle. There's no stopping an experiment when the entire Council is on board with it."
"So, there's really nothing we can do."
"No... All we can do is hope that whatever the O5 is planning to use this opportunity for, the ends will justify the means."
"... So, hope for the impossible?"
"Basically yeah."
"I'm not religious but may the Gods help those girls."
"Hmph..."
***
Finally, the battle arena was complete it was created on the moon and inside an experimental pocket dimension created with both vibration crystals and grey concrete. How exactly it was created was classified, it was modeled and created by AFA-3's programed with Level 3 A.I. that answered directly to the O5 Council. Afterwards the AFA-3's was destroyed by MTF Alpha-1 along with all the data needed to create the arena, so everyone could tell how serious the O5 Council were when they said "classified".
Both Agent Wells and Dr. Stefánsdóttir were transported to the battle arena via sperate SB-1 "Turtles". During their flight both were given a personal AFA-3 servant to give them whatever food, drinks, music, and other accommodations they desired so that they could have enough energy for the fight. Like everything owned by the Foundation on the Moon the battle arena was placed on the dark side of the moon so that lesser organizations like NASA or civilians wouldn't be able to find it. Once they landed, they were inside a bubble barrier that protected them form the void of space, just another example of the O5's dedication to this. Honestly Charlie was a little flattered, but Sigurrós could tell the O5 would never do this out of the kindness of their hearts. Like Iris, Sigurrós felt firsthand just how little the O5 cared about its staff, they only cared for results.
Sigurrós didn't even want to fight to begin with but the as soon as Charlie challenged her the O5 immediately approved. They didn't even wait, they just hacked into a TV that happened to be in the same hallway the two girls were in and on the screen was the voice of the O5 Council, giving their approval of the fight. Charlie was hyped but Sigurrós was annoyed, she knew that the O5 wanted something out of this, but she wasn't sure what. 
However, before she could ponder on it anymore her AFA-3 was done escorting her to the main building where the fight would be taking place. It bowed and went back to the SB-1 "turtle" for take-off, Sigurrós just sighed and walked into the arena. The area was large and vast, which was to be expected since it was made of Grey Concrete. However, she noticed form both the exterior and interior it was circular like a dome, Grey Concrete only works when it's made in a cubic shape. 
Sigurrós then used her anomalous abilities to scan the entire room and saw that there were vibration crystals hidden within the Grey Concrete. There were also other components to the complexity of the dome, but she knew better than to speak out loud about that stuff. Don't need to give the O5 more reasons to plot for my death, she thought to herself. 
Suddenly however she was transported to the center of the dome where she saw Charlie was there too. Both her and Charlie were confused on how that just happened but due to them being used to strange things happening around them, they quickly calmed down and looked at one another. Sigurrós was hearing her typical lab coat with basic Foundation security armor underneath. Charlie Foundation Shock Nullification Armor and underneath that her bio suit that was able to survive any form of energy, fire, lightning, radiation, and even atomic energy that Charlie could survive; which was essentially everything. 
"Heh, the O5 really spared no expense huh?" Charlie smirked at Sigurrós but stooped when she saw Sigurrós glaring at her with disappointment.  
"Be honest with me Charlie, why did you want this fight to happen?"
"Hm? I already told you; I just want to see which of us is stronger."
"I can control all aspects of reality to my will, I can turn your powers off easily and win this fight within a second. Come on Charlie what's the real reason behind this."
"... You can keep asking, Sigurrós. But I'm gonna keep giving you the same answer, I really just want to see which of us is stronger." Sigurrós just huffed and sighed in disappointment, as far as she could tell Charlie was being genuine but still something felt off. Like Charlie had a secret motive behind this but she couldn't tell what. Suddenly an AFA-3 appeared between the both of them but seemingly wasn't focused on either of them. 
"members and staff of the Foundation! Today is the experimental battle between two members of the Foundation who are arguably the strongest in the entire Foundation! Agent Charlie Wells and Doctor Sigurrós Stefánsdóttir both of which have powers making them stand on par with even Apollyon Class anomalies!" Charlie smirked with pride because of that description but Sigurrós just crossed her arms in disappointment. But she did nothing else because she knew that doing so at this point would be no different than complaining. 
"Today is they are going to answer the question of who's is the strongest? Who will stand tall and who will fall? This dome was specifically designed to ensure that will they have all the space they need to fight to their heart's content! Right now, what you the audience is seeing is being broadcasted through an anomalous all-seeing eyes created by the Department of Technology, Magic, Science, Alchemy, and Warfare! Meaning the broadcast will be able to capture every detail of the fight with no worry of interruption at all! So, place your bets! Set your votes! And without further adieu! Let the fight begin!" The AFA-3 then disappeared leaving Charlie and Sigurrós alone in the room, neither of them could hear it but on throughout the solar system, Foundation staff everywhere was cheering for them to fight. 
Charlie then raised her fists and punched them together not only making a loud whacking noise but also setting off some sparks as well. Sigurrós just sighed, she knew people were going to be mad at her for this, but she really just wanted this fight to end as soon as possible. So Sigurrós just raised her hand at Charlie's face.
"Perfect Cancel!" This was a spell that allowed Sigurrós to completely erase someone's anomalous abilities. However, Charlie was still smirking at her as she raised her hands and flames combusted from her fingers. 
"Wha- what?! How?!"
"You're not the only one who has tricks up your sleeves!" Charlie then raised her fist, ignited it in stronger flames, and used her fire to thrust forward to punch Sigurrós. Sigurrós quickly raised her arms up defensively, but the punch still hit her hard and pushed her back a few feet. Leaving her arms badly burnt, but like all other times she healed extremely fast as if she was never burned to begin with.
"You can't kill me, Charlie." Charlie then looked at Sigurrós in shock and confusion.
"What the?! Kill you?! I don't wanna kill you! Geez your morbid! I already told you I just wanna see's who's strongest! Especially since I figured out how to resist your powers!"
"Wha- what are you talking about?"
"Ha, I used my energy manipulation powers to create a forcefield so powerful and so condensed all around me that nothing can affect me! Heck I could probably stand next to a blackhole and feel nothing more than a cool breeze. Not only that but it's also powerful enough to block out frequencies including anomalous and metaphysical frequencies! I mean, how do you think I managed to punch you and even hurt you?" That was true, Sigurrós was actually burned by Charlie's attack, as far as Sigurrós new, not even a hundred nuclear bombs can even touch her. Yet Charlie managed to burn her, and she did so without any external help, it was all thanks to both her powers and her mastery on said powers. 
Earlier today Sigurrós was annoyed that this was even happening and that everyone was making such a big deal out of it. As far as she knew it was just going to be another zap and done, but now it was much more than that. Now Sigurrós had a real problem she needed to deal with, now she was struggling, now she had the possibility to lose. Sigurrós's heart started beating faster as she looked at Charlie and smiled, this battle was going to be really exciting. Sigurrós then manifested orbs of energy around her hands while Charlie ignited her hands in scorching flames. 
***
Back at Iris's and Meri's apartment, they were wall watching in silence as there were several explosions on the screen. They weren't really sure how the battle was going to go but this definingly wasn't close to what they had in mind. 
"Those two are crazy." Everyone in the room then looked at Agent Miller in silence.
"... Well, aren't they?!"
"Yes..." Everyone then looked at Dr. Wells as he took a large gulp directly from the bottle of wine he was holding. Since it was wine Dr. Wells can't get drunk but the fact that he was drinking so much still concerned his friends. But still, no one said anything else, so they just went back to watching the fight.
***
Sigurrós blasted Charlie with a concentrated ion beam hoping it would disrupt Charlies forcefield. However, Charlie raised her hands to catch the beam while also increasing the intensity of her forcefield around her hands. With the combo she was able to suppress the beam and keep it from disrupting her beam; she wasn't worried about being hurt since she was immune to energy.  
Sigurrós grunted since that didn't work so instead, she waved her right arm forward and all beside her left and her right, manifested were rows of miniguns. There must have been at least 50 of them in total and they all instantly started firing. Charlie just smiled as she raised her hands making the bullets stop midair before they were even close to shooting her. Sigurrós made her miniguns stop firing; afterwards, Charlie grabbed a bullet and looked at it to see it was an Incineration Bullet.
"Pfft really?" Charlie laughed while raising an eyebrow at Sigurrós wondering why she thought that would work. However, Charlie then noticed another bullet, made it float to her closer and saw it was a Cryogenic Bullet. There were also Explosive Bullets, Necrosis Venom Bullets, Acid Bullets, Paralysis Venom Bullets, and even more dangerous one like Cold Iron and Deep Silver Flow Bullets. Charlie then looked at Sigurrós impressed, if she just focused on the Incineration or Explosive Bullets, she probably would have ended up ignoring the rest and thus would have foolishly taken them head on. 
"Damn, a bit overkill but well played!" Sigurrós then smirked.
"Eh, even if I did kill you, I can always just use my powers to revive you; besides, I'm just getting started." Sigurrós then snapped her fingers and all the miniguns including their bullets were changed into different combinations of metals that had no magnetic properties. Charlie could manipulate energy and by that extent electricity and she could use electricity to create magnetic waves allowing her to manipulate metal and by small extents gravity. However, this meant that she couldn't control metal without a magnetic charge or any ferromagnetic properties. Charlie barely had time to react, but she quickly used her fire to thrust herself out of the way only mere seconds before the miniguns started firing. 
Thanks to her magnetism, Charlie still hand thousands of bullets around her, so she started firing them right back at Sigurrós. Unfortunately, Sigurrós had trained herself to be able to focus on several different things at once, each with 100% focus. As such not only was she able to see the bullets coming at her but she erased their existence the moment they got too close. 
"Ugh, god damn, reality benders!" Instead of continuing to shoot pointlessly at Sigurrós, Charlie she instead focused her efforts on both shooting the bullets at the ones getting too close to her as she ran and at the Miniguns. However, that also proved fruitless as not only was Sigurrós giving the miniguns unlimited ammo, but she was also repairing them if they ever got shot. Charlie was deeply annoyed as her own supply of ammo was running out, she started manifesting lighting around her to shock the bullets that were dangerously close to hitting her. Charlie was still untouchable but also running out of time, then an idea popped in her mind allowing her to smirk at Sigurrós again. 
She raised her hand at the miniguns and started filling them with heat, she made them so hot that they couldn't function anymore. Some of them even exploded which blindsided Sigurrós, though obviously it didn't hurt her. The miniguns continued to raise in temperature till they reached the point that they started melting. Sigurrós tried repairing them but for some reason couldn't control them anymore. Charlie, no longer having to flee then shoot the remainder of her bullets at Sigurrós to distract her while she used her powers to gather all the melted metal. 
"Ha! I don't need magnetism to control metal!" She then made the melted metal flow to her and had a portion of it flow onto her body making it reinforce her shock nullifying armor and her bio suit. She made sure too cool it down just enough to make it hardened armor but also kept it superheated so that she could continue to control it. She then made what was left of it reinforce into a hammer and charged toward Sigurrós with it. 
Sigurrós had just gotten done dealing with the bullets and after the smoke cleared, she was just standing there glaring at Charlie with her arms crossed. Then when Charlie came in with the large, superheated hammer, Sigurrós merely punched it lighting and it fell apart on impact. Afterwards, Sigurrós looked at her hand and raised an eyebrow when she saw her knuckles burnt but quickly looked away as they healed quickly, not that it hurt in the first place. 
However, Sigurrós quickly dodged when she saw a giant plasma sword swinging down on her nearly cutting half of her head off. Sigurrós then backed off and glared at Charlie who placed the superheated long sword on her shoulder and stood proud with her superheated armor. 
"Oh, come on! It's not like that was going to kill you!"
"It still hurts having my head split it two, even if I can just grow a new one." Sigurrós then raised both her arms and within her hands manifested a heavily condensed diamond swords in both hands. But she didn't stop there she also coated them continuously with Nitrogenic Gas making them beyond cold. As such, these swords were immune to both Charlie's magnetism and her heat. Charlie then smirked and raised her sword to strike but Sigurrós ended up striking first and striking fast. Despite the large size of the swords Sigurrós was swinging them very fast and with great precision. It was getting to the point that not only was Charlie forced to defend but her superheated long sword was getting bits of it torn off by the second. 
Charlie then backed off to hopefully think of a new strategy, but Sigurrós wasn't going to give her the chance. She manifested more condensed diamond swords also coated with Nitrogenic Gas. There were four of them in total and all of them flew straight towards Charlie like missiles. Charlie only barely managed to create a magnetic field around her, powerful enough to block away the swords form stabbing her. Sigurrós wasn't stopping and instead kept firing more and more swords at Charlie trying to eventually stab her. 
The swords each time were reaching closer and Closer to Charlie, and they overall were starting to land all around her, slowly trapping her. Charlie was now getting frustrated and started yelling out in anger as her whole body started emitting waves of intense energy. Charlie only did this to force Sigurrós to stop but after doing so she ended up getting a great idea. She then focused all the cells on her body to help her in this next part of focusing all the energy on her into the atoms all around her. She then did something that she hadn't done in a long time due to how dangerous it was, she started manifesting massive amounts of energy through fission. 
She kept it up as much as she could as it was going to take a while to get to the level she wanted. Sigurrós on the other hand was getting overwhelmed as it was no longer intense heat, she was dealing with but also intense nuclear energy.  Sigurrós couldn't be hurt by such weak energy, but it was still pushing her back with its intensive manipulation of gravity, not allowing her to focus. 
Sigurrós tried filling the room with Nitrogenic Gas but all of it surrounding Charlie just ended up evaporating extremely fast. She then tried putting Charlie in an alternate reality bubble where she was in an area no different than the cold void of space but again this did nothing. It was actually here where Sigurrós realized what Charlie was trying to do, she was trying to turn herself into a sun. 
Sigurrós yelled out in anger and held out her hand, within her palm, she manifested a weak but destructive black hole. She then threw it at Charlie and in doing so Charlie was quickly overwhelmed by its gravitational pull. Charlie held out her hands trying to stop the Black Hole as it was absorbing her energy. Charlie tried to crush it or destroy it with her fission energy but doing so did nothing to the Black Hole. 
It was even thanks to the Black Hole that Sigurrós was no longer getting overwhelmed by the nuclear energy Charlie was emitting anymore. Thought it was still uncomfortable to breath due to the gravity pulling and pushing so Sigurrós put herself in an alternate reality bubble where the gravity, air, and temperature where just right for her to be comfortable. She then manifested a lawn chair as well as a cup of her favorite soda so that she could wait comfortably for Charlie to admit defeat. 
***
"Is she really sure she wants to relax right now?" Dr. Wicked was still sitting on his chair while watching the fight on his Foundation Computer Screen Pad. all while two AFA-1's had just gotten done getting him a new desk. With the desk back, his SCP-AEK-2-Ξ instances crawled onto it to watch the fight with him. Dr. Wicked got each of them very tiny drinking cups, inside each cup was a specialized juice created by Site Director James herself for all SCP-AEK-2 instances to enjoy; which of course she gave to Dr. Wicked for his SCP-AEK-2-Ξ instances. Dr. Corvio was originally distracted by how cute she thought the SCP-AEK-2-Ξ instances were, but she was shot out of it when she heard what Dr. Wicked said.
"What do you mean? That's a black hole! There's no way Charlie can withstand that for long!"
"Melissa, I know you're not an astronomer but what do you know about black holes?"
"... I know they devour everything even light, I also know that they are the result of a star dying by collapsing in on itself, also the closest one to earth is right at the center of our galaxy, the milky way."
"All correct but there's one thing you missed, well several actually but not the point, what you missed, was that black hole's produce energy." Dr. Corvio's heart skipped a beat out of fear, she then looked at Dr. Wicked.
"You see, when a black hole devours massive amounts matter, they always ended up releasing massive amounts of energy in the form of electromagnetic radiation in the process. And it produces a LOT of it."
"I... she... back when me and Zeek were helping her test out her powers she... She didn't even know she could manipulate radiation until-"
"Until she was exposed to it, correct?"
"... So that means."
"Dr. Stefánsdóttir just ensured a way for Agent Wells to have a victory over her. While also quite possibly giving her the power to become a true reality bender."
"... Dear God."
"Possibly that too."
***
Sigurrós got bored of the soda quickly and instead made herself a dragon fruit mango lemonade mix. She then created a floating TV and put on something to watch while she waited for Charlie to give up and surrender. It was at times like this that she really enjoyed her powers, however she knew that so long as she stayed in the bubble, she wouldn't know Charlie's status. As such Sigurrós created a clone of herself to watch over Charlie, this clone was expecting Charlie to already being crushed under the pressure of a black hole, but she was shocked to find the opposite. Instead, Charlie was still holding the black hole in her hand, but she wasn't struggling anymore if anything she was smiling pridefully. 
The Black Hole started releasing electromagnetic radiation and now that she was exposed to it, she was starting to convert her solar flames into the same radiation. It actually didn't take her long before her entire body was coated in electromagnetic radiation and with said radiation, she ended up dissipating the black hole. Charlie then stood there proudly while covered in radiation that was shining like blinding light.
"Whoo! I was trying to go Sun Goddess mode, but you know what I think I prefer this one better! I'm going to call it... Galaxy's Light!"
"... Sun Goddess? Galaxy Light?"
"What? Every superhero always gives names to their moves and powers!"
"You're not a superhero."
"... Geez, Sigurrós. You really are a buzzkill sometimes." Charlie then blasted a small blast of EMR light that flew so fast it hit Sigurrós in the shoulder, it actually ended up vaporizing a bit of her shoulder though that's all it did. If Sigurrós was a normal human, all the radiation would have quickly spread through her body with critical levels, killing her instantly. However just because she was alive doesn't mean she was happy, as her shoulder healed, she looked at Charlie in shock. Charlie then looked at her hands in shock which surprised Sigurrós and everyone watching since her body was coated in blinding light.
"Whoa! I don't even need the forcefield anymore! I can just use this to beat you with this alone!" Charlie then seemingly disappeared, only to quickly show up near Sigurrós and punched her across the face. Charlie was now able to thrust herself faster than the speed of light without tearing herself apart. She used this speed to hit Sigurrós all over her body, more specifically her weak points like the neck, the back of the head, the arm pits, the back of the knees, and the shins. 
However, despite going at the speed of light Sigurrós managed to catch Charlie's fist before she punched her again. Sigurrós then managed to overpower her by twisting her fist making Charlie fall to her knees by the sudden pain. Charlie then looked up in anger only to be shocked by Sigurrós transforming herself. Her skin became pitch black like a void and like a black hole all the light around her started to warp. 
"I already told you; you can't kill me. but I'm telling you now, you can't beat me either!" It was a surprise either of their voices could be heard as the laws of physics was being warped around the two of them. Regardless Sigurrós punched Charlie in the face forcing her to the ground, but Charlie retaliated by swinging her fist at Sigurrós shins again making her fall to the ground. Charlie supercharged her fist with as much of the electromagnetic radiation she could and started punching Sigurrós in the face as much as possible. She ended up punching Sigurrós five times in the face before Sigurrós grabbed her fist again and threw her back. 
Charlie was flung back but she stopped herself midair thanks to the radiation, but she was suddenly then shot toward the ground. Charlie tried to get up but was quickly getting crushed by an overwhelming but invisible force form all directions. It was quite obvious this was Sigurrós work and unfortunately it was working Charlie was getting crushed by an ever-shrinking bubble with no visible way out. However just when hope seemed lost, Charlie came up with a dangerous idea that might just work. She then placed her hands close together and started manifested fusion energy. 
Sigurrós kept crushing the bubble, she then turned her black hole body back to normal, thinking that the battle was already over; however, once again she was proven wrong. Charlie busted out of the bubble only now she looked much different, she was no longer coated in blinding light but instead the gases and elements of a supernova explosions. Charlie smiled raised her hand and released a blast of pure energy resulting from a supernova explosion right at Sigurrós. Sigurrós raised her arms in defense, made a powerful forcefield in front of her, and filled it with as much energy as possible. The blast over proved to be much stronger and was quickly getting rid of the forcefield. Sigurrós then out of desperation erased the entire beam from existence and sure enough it worked. Charlie was shocked her attack just suddenly stopped out of nowhere but still she stood tall and smirked at Sigurrós.
"Come on, I think it's safe to say I got this fight! I can manifest the energy of an entire galaxy in my hands! It's okay to call it quits now Sigurrós!"
"... Fine you wanna break reality? I'll play along." Sigurrós then started walking angrily towards whole just smirked at the sight. Sigurrós then wiped her hand across her view of Charlie, suddenly it was like all of reality was sliced and Charlie was cut in two. Charlie screamed in pain only to open her eyes and see nothing happened. Charlie then glared at Sigurrós and manifested six orbs filled with supernova explosion energy and had them blast concentrated beams at the approaching Sigurrós. However even as she was being hit with the full force of six different supernovas Sigurrós remained unphased as she walked forward. Sigurrós then again wiped her arms across the air in front of her, suddenly not only was all the energy gone but so was Charlie's arms leaving her screaming in pain only to once again realize a second later that seemingly nothing happened. 
Charlie was shocked by this and was actually getting concerned, especially since Sigurrós was getting closer. However, Charlie wasn't out of the fight yet, she raised her hand and in one fighter she made nuclear fission energy, in the next finger solar fusion energy, the third electromagnetic radiation, the fourth finger she created an orb of the same energy and frequencies she used to make her anti-reality warping field earlier. It was difficult to be maintaining four different forms of energy but right now she was desperate, so she pushed forward. 
Charlie then blasted all four orbs in four separate concentrated beams at Sigurrós hoping to do some damage. However once again, Sigurrós was unharmed as well as unphased by the attack, not even showing a hint of discomfort. Charlie was shocked, how was she was able to resist attacks that were hurting her earlier. Sigurrós glared at her in disappointment and used her thumb to point to the left. Charlie then looked over to see the original Sigurrós, still in her bubble only rather than relaxing she was using holographic computers to analyze all of the data from the battle and developing new methods for the clone Charlie was fighting to use. 
"Wait I've been fighting the clone the entire time?!" Just then the Sigurrós clone managed to reach Charlie and smiled at her.
"Yes." The Sigurrós clone then grabbed Charlie by the shoulder and started gripping on the shoulder in an extremely painful way. Charlie grunted in pain but raised her fist and tried hitting Sigurrós with more supernova energy. She made sure to this time release the energy within her fist as soon as she punched Sigurrós. The resulting explosion was devastating and could quite clearly vaporize an entire solar system. Yet once the dust cleared the dome was fine and unfortunately so was Sigurrós.
 Charlie was then reverted to her electromagnetic radiation form, so she started punching the Sigurrós clone in the stomach but again that did nothing. Now Charlie was in her Solar fusion form, but she didn't fight back anymore as she knew at this point, she could do nothing. Then she was reverted to her fire form and finally back to her normal form. 
Charlie then looked down at her bio suit, it was actually steaming and slightly damaged for the first time ever. It was probably because she coated her body in supernova energy which was already a bad idea from any perspective. Charlie then looked up at the Sigurrós clone and sighed while smirking.
"It's my loss." The Sigurrós clone then let go and raised her hand to the real Sigurrós in the bubble. The Sigurrós in the bubble was then turned into energy that flowed into the palm of the clone Sigurrós making her the real Sigurrós now. Sigurrós then looked back at Charlie who was staring at her wide-eyed in shock. 
"... damn reality benders."
"Oof... man that took a lot of brain power. I've never had to use so much before."
"Brain power?"
"Well yeah, all my power comes from my brain, it's pointless to worry about any other part of my body since my brain can control that too." Sigurrós raised and then flexed her arm, right before Charlie's eyes it started growing larger and her muscles were getting thicker. Then after a half minute Sigurrós lowered her arm and it started reverting back to normal.
"Hmph... hey, were... were you trying at all in that battle or was it all just a game?"
"There were a few times I had to try a little hard but mostly I just went with the flow."
"Why? Even if you couldn't erase my powers, you still proved you could just erase my limbs one by one. you didn't even need to struggle to beat me? So why bother?"
"Because it was fun, I haven't had fun like that in a long time. Testing limits and seeing how far you can go is always an adrenaline rush even for me. I'm sure you won't deny it, given that you coated your body in the same unstable and destructive energy of supernovas."
"Yeah, it was really stupid to try that but hey it worked! Though I don't think I'll ever get an opportunity to try that again, I'm sure if I did that on earth everyone on the planet would instantly die of radiation poisoning."
"Hm... well at least you got to reach new heights I didn't even get to use my Multiversal Madness spell against you."
"Aha! So, you do name your attack! You hypocritical superhero wannabe!" Sigurrós then blushed in embarrassment and glared at Charlie who was still on the floor and smirking pridefully at Sigurrós. Sigurrós then sighed and walked over to Charlie to help her up.
"Still, you can be a little extreme with your powers sometimes. You should probably come to one of my stresses releasing sessions, it helps clear your mind and prevents you from going overboard with your powers. It helped me form ever doing anything too extreme when dealing with anomalies and hostiles."
"Ha, sure! I'll even take my hubby with me, maybe he'll take it as an apology for nearly giving him a heart attack while he was watching this fight. Speaking of which." Charlie then walked over to Sigurrós, grabbed her hand and raised it high while looking up hoping that whoever was managing the broadcast had the camera view in front of them.
"Give it up for the winner! Dr. Sigurrós Stefánsdóttir of Hecate-Alpha! Division Oracle's Third Eye!"
***
Foundation staff everywhere who were lucky enough to watch the fight started cheering now that a victor was clearly declared. Though there was a small portion that were annoyed and depressed now that they lost the bets. Only about 10% of all Foundation staff actually betted for Charlie to win as most just agreed that Dr. Stefánsdóttir was unbeatable. 
***
Iris, Meri, and friends were all clapping and cheering knowing that things ended well between their friends Sigurrós and Charlie rather than a festering bitter rivalry. 
"That was such a cool fight!"
"I'm glad it didn't happen on earth but I'm also glad I got to see it!"
"Haha! Even if she didn't win Charlie is definingly the strongest member of Alpha-9!"
"Yup that's the power of my beautiful wife!" Everyone then turned back to Dr. Wells who took another large gulp from the bottle of wine he was holding. He then wobbly placed it on a table near the cough and got up. 
"Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta go and give her a big *hicup* kiss!"
"Uh, Mathew? Are you okay?"
"I think he's drunk Cidney."
"Whaaat? No! I was drinking wine, and I can't get drunk form whinnnne." Dr. Wells then opened the door out of Iris's and Meri's apartment, only for him to collapse and pass out on the ground. 568NO then entered the living room again only to stop and stare in shock at the passed-out Dr. Wells.
"568NO? What exactly did you give Dr. Wells?"
"I came him the wine's tears like he asked."
"What?"
"Wines tears, it's an acholic that prides itself in being classy like wine but intoxicatingly delicious like beer."
"Why did you give him that?"
"Uh... well he said he wanted wine, but he also wanted the strongest, so I gave him the option that had both... is something wrong?"
"... Please don't serve drinks to Dr. Wells anymore."
"Understood ma'am."
"Wait, can I have a drink!" Everyone looked at Agent Miller and shouted "No!" at him, he then slumped back into the couch in annoyance.
***
Dr. Zeek had to blink a few times to allow his eyes to adjust after all of the flashy and reality warping chaos that just unfolded. He then realized that the kids probably saw that as well and it might have made a few of them go blind so he quickly turned to them in worry. But instead, they were all wide eyes in amazement and quickly started cheering and talking about how cool and amazing the fight was. Dr. Zeek then sighed in relief, though he then noticed that Kasta was sitting at her desk in disappointment probably because she wanted to see more blood and gore. 
Dr. Zeek just smiled and shook his head, he knew that one day that girl was going to learn there was more to life than carnage and destruction. But obviously today was not that day so for now he was just going to let the kids talk amongst themselves about their opinions and personal highlights of the fight. 
"Teacher, can we do something like that one day?!" All the students then looked at Dr. Zeek with eyes sparkling in excitement.
"Only if you all study hard." The students all just went "Awww!" to which Dr. Zeek chuckled.
***
"Hmph, not exactly what I predicted but not bad either, though there's no doubt in my mind that the O5 are going to hate this. What do you think Melissa?" Dr. Wicked rolled his chair around only to see that Dr. Corvio wasn't there anymore. He then got up only to see that she was on the ground for she had passed out. Dr. Wicked sighed but then smirked under his mask for he got a funny idea. He then whistled and his SCP-AEK-2-Ξ instances quickly swarmed onto his desk at attention. He then gave them an order and they all obeyed.
later that day Dr. Wicked started laughing as he received reports of Dr. Corvio unconsciously being carried to her temporary office at Site-AD by his SCP-AEK-2-Ξ instances. He even received photos which made him laugh harder. 
Of course, the next day Dr. Corvio was furious and even tried strangling Dr. Wicked to death, but even as his throat was getting crushed, he just kept laughing. 
***
"Well, that couldn't have ended any worse!" With a dark room, in an unknown location, in a building that can't be entered only when those inside allow it. The O5 Council were having a discussion after the fight. They were in a specific room that only they could see, hear, and understand each other. Even if someone was standing in there with them, they would have no idea who was currently talking. It was a room where you needed to be an O5 Council member to be able to comprehend anything going on in the room, making it perfect for their personal meetings.
"It was still a spectacular fight, now we know that SCP-AAS has the capabilities to become an Apollyon class anomaly if she wanted too. It's useful data to have."
"But they left the fight on good terms! They're not angry at one another, which is what we wanted!"
"Exactly! The whole point of the battle was to form a rivalry between the AED and the DTASMW! Having everyone point their spears at each other rather than at us will keep us in power!"
"For crying out loud, you sound like those GOC dogs! Always complaining about power."
"Your way too calm about this! How long, do you think it will take for the MTFs, the researchers, or even the fucking SCPs to realize they can overpower us with both quality and quantity! We're keeping the peace now but how long is that supposed to last?!"
"We are all well aware of that, however why see this as a failure? For me it's a blessing."
"Blessing?! Those two girls are still friends even after nearly killing each other! What happens when they decided to kill us off or worse the entire Foundation! Everything we worked on burned to ash or never existing to begin with?!"
"Yes... their more united now... and soon so will the rest of the Foundation as they follow their example. A new age of unity is coming to the Foundation and soon that comradery will make us stronger than the entirety of the ACPA."
"What's so good about power if we can't control it?"
"We can, we're the ones to let the fight happen remember? Just like how we're the reason that the SCPs are being given more freedom than they ever had before The Reset. It's thanks to us that Hecate-A, Zeus-1, Apllo-1, MTF Hephaestus-1, Demeter-4, and the recently created Hades-4 exists! We're the ones both in power and providing said power. Everyone knows it, if they ever challenge us then all that power goes right down the drain as well as new opportunities for more power."
"Carrot and Stick huh? But that's only meant to be a temporary solution."
"But what about when the carrot is given with a side of hope? Then that's when people can't get enough of the carrot. That is what everyone in the Foundation has now thanks to this fight, hope. Hope that through anything they will stand united like how SCP-239 and SCP-AAS stand united. Hope that even the Scarlet King will fall before the might of the Foundation and its powerful staff. Hope that even the most unbeatable monsters will one day be beaten and contained. And hope, that the Foundation will always be a beacon for not just humanity but all organisms that stand beside it."
"What are you blabbering about?"
"I'm saying that the plan to divide the Foundation with hatred and fear was stupid from the start. I would know, I originally believed that there was nothing more powerful than to rule through fear. I was wrong, hope will always beat fear, because hope unites all good, hope conquers evil, and hope makes anyone who has it stronger than ever before. We are the O5 Council, the ultimate secret, the ultimate price, the ultimate cruelty, the final order, and the first as well as the last drop of hope. And, my fellow council member, nothing is stronger, more terrifying, than controlling the weapon known as hope."
"Hmph, powerful words, but hope doesn't last forever." One of the O5 Council members then grabbed the necklace around his neck and lifted it up to show that it was SCP-963. 
"Then it's a good thing we do."
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f10werfae · 2 years
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Sy, I am Backup
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pairing: Captain Syverson x Girlfriend!Sniper!Reader
summary: Reader is like a total badass super deadly sniper and she leads like a badass group of women who are also deadly soldiers. Anyways the ladies are called in to help rescue Sy and his team? (requested by @stormcloudss )
Warnings: Gun Violence
requests are open/ likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated♥️
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“You sure you’ll be okay baby? You know the girls and I are always on call to help?” Y/n said helping pack her boyfriend Sy’s backpack for his next mission at his recent position, commander. “I know sugar, but i’d rather not put you into danger, ya know this” Sy huffed throwing on his boots before hotly kissing his woman goodbye and off he went.
Y/n L/n, wasn’t the most innocent, with her being head of the sniping division, she had quite the talent herself. In fact that’s how Sy and her met, they were put into the same training group at the deployment centre, and voila. Sy couldn’t help but find himself drawn to this amazing woman, not only was she able to carry herself, but Sy as well (Literally)
Now 7 months down the line the two had moved in together and were finally getting serious, until the dreaded call came. They needed Sy out there again, luckily it was only a short drive and a smaller scale task, but still all the more dangerous. Even though Sy was mean and scary to others, to Y/n he was nothing but her big baby that asked to share showers, kisses and cuddles on the daily.
“Ok I don’t have a good feeling about this” Y/n whispered to herself and calling up her fellow girls on their groupchat, watching as Sy’s truck pulled off and out of their home’s driveway. Rifling through her old gear, Y/n got out her old suit and equipment with the phone stuck between her ear and shoulder.
Steph: God did I think we would never talk again, Miss L/n
Y/n: Come on now Steph, it’s only been two months
Grace: Did commander send us a task or something?
Y/n: No but he sent Sy’s team one, a drug bust, which is unusual because how violent could it get for soldiers to be there
Sophie: Jesus there must be bombs or something, there’s no way it’s just a drug bust
Y/n: That’s what i’m sayin! Which is why I think we need to get ready girls-
Stephanie: Woah woah owah, ready for what?
Y/n: Look, all of our men are on that squad, and we know damn well their general is going to hound us for backup
Grace: She’s got a point, we are the most experienced snipers around the place
Stephanie: I can’t believe i’m actually agreeing to this, meet y’all at L/n’s place in 15
Sophie: Omg the gang is back together
Within a half hour, all four girls were stood in the living room, strapped into their camo gear. Hairs in ponytails, heavy duty boots in tow and let’s not forget them reloading their customised weapons of war. Each different sniper sporting a different colour, each representing each woman’s aura. Y/n’s was a strong deep red, you can guess the reasoning for that.
“So what do we just wait here or something? How do we even know they’ll need us, there’s like 6 of them” Grace asked setting down her green sniper and sitting down onto the velvet white couch.
“Because of this” Y/n rushed out showing them the newest message from their commander
General L/n, assistance is needed at (insert address) Be prepared for situations 302 and 105. Mild casualties reported, enter from the side and take position. You know what to do.
“302? That means mild explosives does it not” Sophie asked looking at the phone herself, her hand reaching for her purple sniper, her fingertips tingling with anticipation and exhilaration.
“Yeah and 105, means outnumbered. Holy shit girls, we got ourselves a good one” Grace shouted getting up, the rest of them following her out of the house and into the one van they were going to use.
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Reaching the destination which seemed to be a dingy old warehouse, the girls got a glimpse of the amount of men walking in and out of the building, not their own men of course. Slinging on their extra ammo and their snipers, the girls found a wide enough pipe system for them to climb up skilfully. Y/n the first one to end up onto the roof, found herself a nice little spot with an opening straight into the warehouse. Setting up her stand and sniper, peeked into her scope and saw Sy’s squad.
Oh my were they outnumbered, they were practically surrounded, all of them tied up and some were clearly bleeding out. Just how strong were these other men? I mean granted there must be 100 of them, but wow.
Y/n felt her breath hitch when she saw her man, Sy, sitting dejectedly against a pile of cardboard boxes. His face still as brave as ever, but this time sporting more than a few cuts with blood running down his face. Y/n was going to kill these sons of bitches even if it was the last thing she did.
Looking up around the roof, Y/n saw that the other three girls were also raging, all of them nodding at each other before focusing down at their targets. Y/n found her first shot, a bald man who was tattooed all over, he seemed to be the one giving the orders.
Counting down under her breath
“3, 2, 1” And the trigger went off, the bullet embedding itself into the man’s head, instantly knocking him into the ground.
“Gotcha asshole” Y/n whispered loading up her next bullet, hearing all the men down below go into chaos at who shot their boss, the other three girls taking down what was assumed to be his right hand men. Leaving only the pawns of this vigilante group, when all of a sudden, Grace found herself making eye contact with one of the men, his smirk revealing golden teeth and a horrid face.
“Shit shit shit, i’ve been spotted, we gotta go now!” Grace shouted slinging back on her gun and running to the other girls, everyone hearing the men shouting up the side of the compound before they felt the shaking of the pipe system. Their only way down.
“Ok fuck uh- we gotta jump” Y/n rushed out looking over the hole she was spying on, noticing the high stack of cardboard boxes that could break their fall.
“Ok L/n even if we jump, we have to somehow get six injured men into a van, how does that work?”
“Let me take care of that, you guys jump and get them all into the van. If i’m not there in 10 minutes, leave without me yeah?” Y/n said stepping away from the hole and putting the other girls forward towards it.
“The fuck do you mean? Sy will kill us if anything happens to you, plus we can’t just leave you. No man left behind” Steph shouted
“Look, I won’t be left behind if this fucking works ok?! Now just go!” Y/n shouted, seeing the three girls salute to her before each taking their turn to jump onto the boxes, when all of a sudden Y/n heard the sound of metal behind her. They were here.
“Well, it’s just a little lady, musta got lost?” The front man said, twirling a pistol in his hands,
Within seconds Y/n had aimed her sniper and had shot the man full force sending him off the edge of the building, “Bring it on you filthy fuckers” She shouted loading in another round and going to town at the men in front of her, whilst running about trying to dodger bullets
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Grace, Sophie and Steph despite hurting their feet in the landing had now found themselves alone with their soldiers, untying them rapidly until a gruff hand pulled Sophie’s, “Where’s Y/n? I know she’s in your division. Agent L/n” Sy asked desperately limping, Sophie couldn’t help but stay quiet and instead looking towards the ceiling where they heard a loud cry say “OW FUCK SAKE” A woman’s cry.
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Y/n had near wiped them out, leaving one man behind to step over the bodies of his comrades. Realising she had no more bullets left, the man smiled at the sound of the empty gun, aiming his gun towards her leg before shooting it, immediately sending her to the ground, “OW FUCK SAKE” Clutching onto her leg Y/n growled and groaned, watching the man step closer towards her, a victorious look on his face.
“Looks like you’re down sweetheart, how unfortunate, women are always pathetic” He spat laughing at her, walking back towards the pipe system, leaving her to lay there in agony.
“Not yet” Y/n groaned pulling the key out of the hand grenade she was wearing with her teeth, and throwing it as hard as she could towards him as he bent down to climb
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“I need to go back for Y/n, you fuckers don’t understand-“
“No trust me we didn’t want to leave her either, but her orders were to get you guys into the van and wait ten minutes” Grace said guarding the back of the van which held the 6 grateful men, thankfully all of them only having mild injuries ranging from dislocations to cuts
*BOOM*
Shattering their conversation, everyone watched as a man's body blew up mid air, parts of the building edge being blown up to pieces. Everyone going silent at the thoughts in their heads,
"get the fuck out of my way or i'll make you" Sy growled, Grace immediately sighing and letting him step out, his now bandaged leg giving him the ability to somehow walk strongly. Sy groaned as he pulled himself up the pipe system, his heartbeat pounding in his ears at the fear of what's happened to his beloved girlfriend. His first love as well as that.
Relief filling him as he looked over the edge and saw a very much conscious and in pain
Y/n, who still had that same smirk on her face, “Told you I was here for backup baby” She shouted watching him shake his head and walk over to her,
“Don’t you ever fucking do that again, ya hear me?” Smashing his lips onto hers as if she would disappear if he didn’t hold on tight enough, that’s how he felt.
(A few weeks later)
“Baby can I have a chocolate bar please” Y/n shouted from the living room, her casted leg set up on the couch, with Aika licking at her exposed toes.
“Comin’ right up honey” Sy said walking into the kitchen before settling beside her, her head falling on his chest with his arms wrapped around her shoulder.
“So about our next mission-“
“Shut it sugar, we’re not going anywhere anymore, not after that last scenario. We are done baby”
“What do you mean done? We can’t just quit?” Y/n questioned looking up at him confused, his lips pressing soft kisses to her temple and cheeks
“Of course not, but parental leave is a thing i’m sure we could get” He shrugged smirking down at her, taking a swig of his beer before taking a deep inhale in her neck, smelling her sweet peachy scent that he oh loved so much. A bit too much actually.
“But we aren’t parents Sy- Wait- HOLD ON-“
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reasoningdaily · 10 months
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A Black couple have sued the city of Beverly Hills, alleging their arrest was part of a campaign by its police to arrest Black people for trivial reasons and at disproportionate rates.
The couple’s lawyers, Bradley Gage and Benjamin Crump, said the Beverly Hills police last year set up a task force — dubbed Operation Safe Streets and the Rodeo Drive Task Force — that arrested 106 people, 105 of whom were Black and one of whom was Latino. Gage said the sources of the arrest figures were unidentified retired Beverly Hills police officers who were appalled by the task force’s actions and so shared with him the alleged racial breakdown of who had been arrested.
The impetus for the task force, Gage said, was both the protests over the death of George Floyd and what Beverly Hills police believed were transactions at retail stores using suspected proceeds of unemployment benefit fraud. Gage described the Police Department’s approach to rooting out suspected fraud as, “Gee, that’s suspicious — Black people shopping in Beverly Hills.”
Gage and Crump, who has represented the families of Floyd, Breonna Taylor and others killed by police, raised their allegations Wednesday on the steps of Beverly Hills City Hall. “There is something terribly wrong here,” Gage said, citing what he called the city’s legacy of biased policing.
Gage and Crump are seeking class-action status for their lawsuit, which was filed Monday in Los Angeles County Superior Court. The only named plaintiffs are the couple, who were arrested on suspicion of riding scooters on a sidewalk and resisting arrest; it does not appear that Gage or Crump has identified the 104 other people who they contend were arrested.
In a statement, Police Chief Dominick Rivetti said his department created a “Rodeo Drive Team” in response to complaints by businesses and a rise in burglaries, shoplifting, “street gambling, public intoxication, marijuana smoking and more.” The team seized 13 firearms carried by people on Rodeo Drive, said Rivetti, who called this “unprecedented in the history of Beverly Hills.”
Rivetti said the Rodeo Drive unit rooted out fraudulently obtained state unemployment benefits, seizing $250,000 in cash and ill-gotten debit cards. Most of the people arrested by the unit were not California residents, Rivetti said, but they nonetheless possessed debit cards loaded with state funds.
The Times asked the Beverly Hills police for a total number and breakdown by race of the people arrested by the Rodeo Drive unit. Capt. Max Subin, a department spokesman, said officials were gathering the figures Wednesday and would provide them once they had finished.
Gage and Crump on Wednesday highlighted the experience of the Black couple, Khalil White and Jasmine Williams of Philadelphia, who said they were visiting Beverly Hills on vacation in September when they were stopped, arrested and eventually jailed by police.
As five officers handcuffed White, Williams said, she asked an officer for her purse to retrieve their hotel key. Two officers pushed her to a police car, handcuffed her and took her to jail, she said.
“I was scared,” Williams said. “I’ve never been to jail in my life.”
White, who said he was jailed overnight and forced to post a $25,000 bond, was charged in Los Angeles County Superior Court with resisting arrest and falsely identifying himself to police. Williams was charged with falsely identifying herself to police. The charges were dismissed in February, records show.
Crump and Gage alleged that White and Williams’ arrests were part of a campaign to target Black people in the city through its recently formed task force.
The Beverly Hills police “had made up their mind that this Black man was going to jail because this is Operation Safe Streets,” Crump said.
In his statement, Rivetti said police had warned White and Williams earlier the day of their arrest that it was illegal to ride a scooter on the sidewalk, without taking action against the couple. In their second encounter with police, White and Williams provided officers with false information, Rivetti said.
“Our department’s practice is to contact and question individuals when we believe they may be involved in criminal activity or another violation of the law,” he said.
Beverly Hills officials faced criticism last summer for insisting on charging protesters with misdemeanor curfew violations; by comparison, prosecutors for the city and county of Los Angeles declined to charge similarly minor violations of curfews and dispersal orders.
In a summary of the Beverly Hills protests, a police sergeant wrote that for residents who survived the Holocaust and Iranian revolution, the demonstrations over Floyd’s death were “not merely an intrusion of their peace” but “a terrifying reminder of their past.”
The department’s previous chief, Sandra Spagnoli, retired in 2020, beset by allegations that she made racist comments and had sex with subordinates who were later promoted. Spagnoli denied the claims, which she said were raised by disgruntled employees, but the city paid out millions of dollars to settle many of the lawsuits. Gage, who represented several officers who sued Spagnoli, estimated at the time that the city paid about $8 million in settlements, attorney fees and other costs.
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AITA for refusing to do the dishes?
I live in a household with two other able-bodied people and one physically disabled person, my mother. My father took up her job of maintaining the house and making meals, but was truly insufferable about it, so I decided to do things myself in order to avoid fights. My father is a very abusive individual, and it's best to just avoid pissing him off.
But over the years, I've been tasked with everything. My dad, nor my younger sibling do anything at all around the house unless they're asked repeatedly (and it must be a small task, like wiping down the table, or it starts a fight).
I'm exhausted, and tired of cleaning up after my lazy family. I cook whatever meals they want in a kitchen with no a/c in 105° weather and do all of the clean up. I even have to bring them the food to their rooms and take the plates back, which just feels insulting.
I've now started to refuse to clean, though I still make meals because I know if I don't, my disabled mother and little sister will either not eat, or be forced to make themselves something, because my father only takes care of himself.
I've been getting reamed for not cleaning anymore, the house has gone into complete disarray. The neglect my family has shown it is apparent without me fighting to keep things afloat. I don't have the energy to care, but my parents guilt trip me and yell at me constantly over it.
(Also, I am currently working hard on moving out as I am now an adult, but I feel guilty leaving my little sister here to deal with all of this alone.)
I still clean up after myself, though not the after dinner dishes because it's exhausting after standing in the sweltering kitchen for hours. I usually ask my sister to handle putting away things and doing the dishes after she's done eating, but I feel a bit guilty about it.
My dad has been calling me "lazy", "entitled", "spoiled", etc. whenever he gets the energy to yell at me over the state of the house. He's now had to start doing chores again, thus he's back to screaming at everyone about how hard it is and how everyone is lower than dirt for not helping, etc.
TL:DR: Family gave up on household responsibilities and dumped them all on me for years, I'm now getting screamed at for not cleaning up after everyone in 105° weather with no a/c, though I still make sure everyone is eating because I know they wouldn't if I didn't make food, as well as make sure I clean up after myself.
What are these acronyms?
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meenatranslates · 9 months
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[SSR] Taichi | MANKAI Feature
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I really like Roy too! I'll go all out for my performance since everyone voted for him~!
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Today's Star: Roy - Part 1
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*Director's default name as Izumi
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Taichi: Ah, Ban-chan!
Banri: Taichi?
Taichi: So you had class today. Are you heading home now?
Banri: Nah, I still got something to do.
Taichi: Huh, what’s in that bag?
Banri: Some cloth and accessories that can be used as props.
Taichi: Oh~ You’re using them for assignment?
Banri: ‘Course not, these are for you.
Taichi: For me...?
Banri: We have this spin-off project of the supporting role based on the fan survey, right?
It’s your turn next, so I bought all these to go with your outfit.
You’re not the same size as you were then now, so some adjustments are needed.
Taichi: Eh!? It’s already my turn...?
Banri: What, you didn’t know?
Taichi: I didn't~! I gotta ask Director-sensei immediately when I get home!
Banri: Oh, take these while you’re at it then.
Taichi: Woah-! What, this many?
Banri: I’m in a bit of pickle here ‘cause I’ve been tasked with lotsa stuff while I’m shopping.
Taichi: Okay, let’s go shopping together then!
I’m home~!
Izumi: Welcome home, Taichi-kun.
Taichi: D-Director-sensei!
Izumi: Y-yeah? What’s up?
Taichi: I wanna know which of my supporting role is for the spin-off project...!
Izumi: Well, what the fans chose in the survey is...
Taichi: *gulp*
Izumi: It’s Roy from “DEAD/UNDEAD”!
Taichi: ......
Izumi: Um, you okay?
Taichi: I felt both happiness and pressure simultaneously that I froze for a second!
I see, so it’s Roy~.
Izumi: You can leave the script to Tsuzuru-kun. Let him know if you have any requests.
Taichi: Understood!
(If Roy got chosen...)
―Courtyard (Night)―
Taichi: Can I come in, Tsuzuru-kun?
Tsuzuru: Taichi? Go ahead.
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―Room 102―
Taichi: Umm, it’s about the spin-off project...
Tsuzuru: That’s what I thought.
Taichi: Hehe, so you expected it.
Tsuzuru: ...So, what kind of story do you want?
Taichi: Well, when I heard that it’s Roy for the spin-off, I have just one request for the script.
You see, I was re-reading the script for our fourth performance in my room just now.
It was decided to be an undead story to put Achan’s make-up skill to good use, but reading it again reminds me that it’s a heavy story with many deaths.
Tsuzuru: Yeah, it is.
Taichi: Roy himself died twice, once when he was alive, and once when he turned into the undead...
That’s why...
I wanna see Roy’s happy scenes if we’re gonna make a spin-off for him, because it was such a sad story!
Tsuzuru: ...Hm, hm.
Thanks for the request. I’ll try writing with that for now.
Taichi: Ok, I’m looking forward to it!
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Today's Star: Roy - Part 2
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―Room 105 (Day)―
Taichi: (The script’s finally done. I’m excited to see how the story turns out.)
(Roy’s life with Ivan, before he turns into an undead...)
(He had such a small happiness in his life, although he died a sad death...)
(It’s so... heartbreaking.)
(Since I get to act as Roy once again, I gotta do my best to help him live a happy life...!)
―Practice Room―
Izumi: ...That’s enough for today.
Juza: Right.
Banri: It’s been a while since I last played Ivan, so I still can’t grasp the feeling yet.
Izumi: The spin-off is set before Roy turns into an undead, so the ambience might be slightly different from the main story.
Taichi: ......
Banri: What’s wrong? Something on your mind?
Taichi: It’s true, Roy from the main story is different from the Roy in the spin-off.
There wasn’t that much depiction of his daily life in the main story either...
I thought that, maybe the role study I’ve done for Roy is still not enough...
Izumi: In that case, why not try to think about what kind of person Roy was when he was still alive?
Taichi: Okay, I’ll try it!
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Banri: ...Even if that’s the case, you don’t need to cling to me around 24/7.
Taichi: I’m sure Roy loves Ivan a lot, so they must’ve been working together to hunt down the undead!
That’s why I think being with you will help my role study!
Banri: Haah... It’s good that you’re passionate about your study.
Taichi: I’m sure Roy also thinks this kind of happiness doesn’t last forever.
Banri: ......
Taichi: Just kidding- ...wait, huh?
That’s not the way to the dorm, Ban-chan!
Banri: I know, just follow me.
Taichi: ......?
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So yummy~! I was just thinking about trying out the new menu here.
Banri: I knew that.
Taichi: Huh, how come?
Banri: You wouldn’t shut up about it at the dorm.
Well, I was also interested from the ads.
Taichi: Hehe...Thank you, Ban-chan.
Banri: Oh right, about the script for the spin-off. Were you the one who requested for it?
Taichi: Yup. As soon as I know that Roy was chosen, I thought that the story theme would inevitably become serious.
I wanted to see Roy being happy before he became an undead, even if just slightly.
Banri: ......
Taichi: But, when I thought about Roy’s feelings while reading the script that Tsuzuru-kun wrote for me, I felt a different emotion.
I wonder if Roy, like Bill, gradually lost his rationality and became the undead.
I think his memories of everyday life with Ivan, will also gradually fade and be forgotten.
When I thought of that, no matter how happy the scenes are, my heart ached thinking about what happened afterwards.
It’s like, a bit different than I thought.
Banri: ...Ain’t that just fine?
Taichi: Eh?
Banri: That’s the kind of position Roy’s in.
The happier Roy and Ivan are depicted, the more believable it becomes that Ivan sought revenge after losing his younger brother.
So, what you felt is possibly one answer as a spin-off of “DEAD/UNDEAD”.
All that’s left to do is for you to accept Roy’s life.
Taichi: ......
...I’ll try to consult with Tsuzuru-kun about the script again.
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Today's Star: Roy - Part 3
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Juza: ...So the conclusion’s like this.
Banri: Your lines doesn’t change much before and after the script’s revised, y’know.
Juza: Aah? It’s natural to understand the overall flow of the script.
Taichi: Haha! It’s nice to see you guys still at it today too!
Izumi: Are you ready, Taichi-kun?
Taichi: Yeah! I can start anytime!
Izumi: Okay then, everyone! Do your best!
―Performance starts―
(...This is a story that sets before Roy turns into an undead.)
(Ivan and Roy are raiding a hangout of the undead.)
(Just when he thought he’s winning, Ivan sees something that creates an opening.)
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Roy: “Watch out!”
Ivan: “Ah-!”
Roy: “Phew... It’s rare to see you screw up, Nii-chan.”
Ivan: “...My bad.”
“......”
Roy: “What did you pick up?”
Ivan: “Let’s move on.”
Roy: “H-hey! Wait for me...!”
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“Hear this out, Doggy~!”
Doggy: “Hm?”
Roy: “I asked Ivan what he picked up earlier, but he won’t show it to me at all.”
Doggy: “Hogging to himself? What a bad brother he is.”
Ivan: “Shut up.”
“Can’t be helped... This is what I picked up.”
Doggy: “Ohh, a tin of candy. That’s pretty rare. It’s been a while since I’ve seen this package.”
Ivan: “Right?”
Roy: “I didn’t know you like candy so much that you want it all to yourself.”
Ivan: “......”
Doggy: “Pfft-.”
Roy: “...?”
Doggy: “So you don’t remember it anymore. Y’see, this is your favorite when you were a lil’ kid.”
Roy: “Eh?”
Ivan: “...From what I see it’s still unopened, but it could be poisoned.”
“I just didn’t want to show you until I can confirm it’s safe to eat.”
Roy: “Even so, you didn’t need to hide it from me!”
Ivan: “You’d steal and eat it out of my sight otherwise.”
Doggy: “Haha, true that.”
Roy: “You guys are mean. I won’t do that, just so you know.”
Ivan: “...Alright. Seems like it’s fine inside.”
“Here, take out your hand.”
Roy: “Okay!”
Doggy: “What about me?”
Ivan: “Yeah, yeah.”
Roy: “...Mmm~ So sweet! Right, Nii-chan?”
Ivan: “Yeah, it is.”
Doggy: “Yum, I forgot this is what it tastes like.”
Ivan: “Here, take this.”
Roy: “Eh? Why...?”
Ivan: “The rest is yours. Savor them carefully.”
Roy: “You’re giving it to me? Thank you, Nii-chan!”
Doggy: “......”
Ivan: “Wipe off that creepy look on your face.”
Doggy: “Such a foul-mouth as usual.”
Izumi: (After receiving the tin of candy from Ivan, Roy eats the candies one by one with care.) 
Roy: “Oh man, I ate the last one.”
Ivan: “Doggy gave me the location of the undead hideout. We can go raid there.”
“You can buy candies or gum with the reward later.”
Roy: “Yeah! And then we’ll eat together with the three of us!”
Ivan: “I don’t really... Oh well, sure.”
Izumi: (And then three years had passed... Roy, who is now an undead, is wandering around being hungry.) 
(He then picks up a tin of candy rolling at his feet.)
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Roy: “...?”
*sniff sniff*
“...Smells bad.”
“...Only rocks. Empty.”
"......”
“...I want to eat humans.”
―Candy shop―
Taichi: (Is there a tin of candy here?)
...There it is!
Excuse me, I want to buy this please.
―Lounge (Evening)―
Taichi: ......
......
*nom*
Izumi: Taichi-kun seems kinda down, is he okay?
Banri: Well, that guy’s always been the type to empathize with his role.
I’m sure he’s fine.
Izumi: I see...
Taichi: ...Even if Roy forgets, I won’t forget.
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Story Clear!
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sonofthesaiyans · 2 months
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SIX YEARS AGO TODAY. NEVER FORGET!
Her name was Sasha. She was amazing.
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And Gabi stole her from us.
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Hajime Isayama stole her from us.
Yes. Assassin's Bullet. The lowest point in all of Attack on Titan.
This was where it all began. This was where all the anger, hate, and bitterness started. For six years, the continued run of both the anime and the manga has been a LIVING HELL. For me, Sasha Braus truly was the heart of the story, it was her kind soul and noble struggle that won me over, and I always knew she was a greater character than the story allowed her to be.
For me, Attack on Titan ended when Gabi's bullet entered her body. The image of Sasha bleeding out has been burned into my brain so deeply that all else became irrelevant after that. No other scene in fiction ever actively affected my mental well-being as this one still does today, making this the worst thing I have EVER laid eyes on in a series I once was a fan of.
Hajime Isayama had one simple task, and he should have left well enough alone. Never have I felt so profoundly offended by any story like I have been by Gabi's phony and enormously manipulative "redemption" arc, and the fact that Isayama decreed that Sasha, a character he long has neglected, had to die to live out this pathetic stunt of his.....there's few other men on earth who I actively wish the worst upon. A sick bastard who continues to be rewarded for one of the worst character abuses in anime, and for obliging us to one of the absolute worst characters in all of fiction.
It doesn't matter how many excuses Gabi's overzealous diehards make, every single of their excuses has been rooted in Isayama's lies. And they are some of the worst excuses for fans I have ever met. There's clearly no self awareness or humility among her existing circle of fans, and the few who are reasonable are too few and far between. It doesn't matter what they say, and it doesn't matter what that cunt Isayama says in defense of his decisions, I have never ever seen that man as anything less than a liar who has taken too much pleasure in punishing those who have picked up his work. It's because of him that this hideous piece of literature was animated into one of the worst episodes of anime, and his self indulgent need to plug Gabi in EVERY aspect of his story to sell such a hollow and phony message has permanently tainted Attack on Titan.
Chapter 105, Assassin's Bullet is the chapter that made this series UNWATCHABLE.
This FUCKING chapter is why I cannot put the anime back on. If I could, I would have it burned out of existence. And I only can dream of the chance to ream Isayama for how thoroughly his work has negatively affected my psyche. If I had my way, he would be forced to reckon with all he started the day he drafted this fucking thing, a man who has totally lost my respect for this and for having cast a genocidal monster like Eren Yeager in a sympathetic light.
Sasha Braus deserves so much better. A character who is far too good for the story she was introduced in.
Never before have I seen anything advertised with the words "MAJOR DEATH INCOMING" as I did with Assassin's Bullet.
It's transparently obvious how much Isayama wanted to hurt us with this. And how eager he was to supplant Sasha with such an obnoxious and remorseless replacement who he had the gall to frame as being not just a mirror to Eren, but as a mirror to the girl who was the complete OPPOSITE of BOTH of them. If that's not an insult to who Sasha was as a character, then what is?
And that's to say nothing of the glaring absence of her breastplate when Gabi stormed the blimp, this clearly was no accident on the part of this bastard. And I have yet to see the fandom call him forward on it. Not for being a plot hole, but for further serving as a massive middle finger from the man who clearly took a perverse pleasure in setting us up for this torturous turn of events. And to him I can only say he can go to Hell.
And to the fans marking Connie's birthday today, I hardly see any cause for celebrating.
Because Isayama CHOSE this day to hurt us with this.
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That's right. The other half of this classic duo who couldn't be bothered to lift a finger to avenge the legacy of his best friend, not even once calling out the one to pull the trigger. And no, I will NOT let that go. More on that matter later, I assure you.
If you ask me, it should have been Connie who took the bullet on that airship, having done absolutely nothing of value for the remaining portion of the story. And certainly nothing to honor what he shared with Sasha. So don't bother counting me as a Springles fan these days, people.
And oh yeah, Eren's laugh......that had to have been Isayama's malice seeping further into the writing. And people wonder why I have it out for this son of a bitch.
And getting back to Gabi, on why she's such an irredeemable little cunt unworthy or sympathy, I think this article sums it up nicely; scroll down to #4 and you got an accurate shorthand for all the reasons for why this bitch has no business EVER becoming such a dominating presence in the final arcs of Attack on Titan.
Absolutely NO redeeming value to this chapter and episode whatsoever. In the end, absolutely nothing about Eren's saga mattered. Not after this. Sasha may not have been the main character, but she was a character who deserved so much more, and the story suffered without presence. I don't give a flying fuck what the fans say, I don't care what Mappa says, I don't care what Japan says, and I certainly do not fucking care what Isayama says for why any of this "had" to happen, it didn't:
BECAUSE THERE IS NO ATTACK ON TITAN WITHOUT SASHA BRAUS.
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Today I broke my own rule of never posting any images of this motherfucking travesty on my page. But frankly, I don't know how else to better illustrate my anger. It makes me feel unclean to recall everything of this episode and everything that followed in its wake.
Justice for Sasha Braus. Because our beloved Potato Girl deserves it. One day Isayama's hand must be forced, and when that happens, may she be restored to us, and this black stain that is Assassin's Bullet expunged from this saga. Isayama made a bad call, and he must fucking answer for it.
And to all you Gabi fans out there, a little something to all of you who have gone to such insane lengths to defend such a toxic character who you've always been so eager to put on a goddamn pedestal:
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Still haven't figured out who I got this from yet? Well let's just say they know better than anybody else as to why Gabi has such a bad reputation to this day. And to them I can only say it's a shame they came to be associated with a character as infamous as Gabi.
And to Gabi herself.......
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I would not have hesitated to shiv you myself you little motherfucker. Until we get the scene where you finally face justice, may you burn in hell.
Fuck Assassin's Bullet, and FUCK YOU HAJIME ISAYAMA.
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Remember her face people. NEVER FORGET what was stolen from us.
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"SHES HOT. she’s so smart. and she is so smart and she is so hot." (i think Ricky wrote this one, actually)
"The Lord of sluttery (affectionate) himself. willing and eager to play *any* role in the bedroom. definitely edged THE Prince Apollo while fully multi-tasking & focusing on something else. This man has more sex appeal in his deftly raised pinky finger than most fae have in their entire body.
also, I dunno that I'm generally attracted to someone built like a supermodel which he cannonically is, but the description that he's "105 lbs wet" is a thought-provoking visual"
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