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faith-forgxtten-land · 1 year ago

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Hi! Do you think you can write something for Donatello? Maybe the reader wakes up and he's in bed for once and its very soft

Serenity | Donatello

hi! of course i can! you didn't specify what version of donnie you wanted so i went with bayverse because i'm kind of on a roll with that iteration atm so... also there is a severe lack of bayverse donnie gifs

warnings: nothing really. suggestive? subtle morse code that isn't explicitly mentioned... which isn't a warning unless you consider morse code scandalous? everyone is 18+!!! also there's like no proofreading so reading is always at your own risk but if you ever notice any, please do point out any spelling/grammar etc. errors!

summary: you wake up before donnie who's actually in bed (it's a miracle)

word count: 859

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The first thing you hear is the distant whirring of technology. You don’t bother to open your eyes as you shift your hips ever so slightly to seek a more comfortable position now that you’re slowly gaining consciousness. Pausing your lethargic movements, you become keenly aware of the heavy and solid weight curled around you that most definitely hadn’t been there when you first fell asleep. You breathe in deep. A musty scent of oil and sweat and something you’re sure isn’t pleasant hits you. It’s so him that you don’t even wrinkle your nose. Instead, you reach out a hand and find his skin.

You can feel him breathing like this. It’s slow and steady and your heart feels like bursting. You press closer and your lips smile against the swell of his arm. A few soft kisses won’t wake him, you decide, pressing them gently over his scales. He doesn’t stir as you link your fingers with his. His arm is heavy with muscle, but you manage to lift the dead weight to your mouth, breathing the softest of kisses all over the flesh. It’s so different and so much bigger than your own but your hands fit together perfectly. You open your eyes, only a little blearily, and you imagine the silliest heart emojis that replace them as you stare in quiet reverence.

He’s so perfect it hurts. He’s snoring quietly, more of a whistle really, and his mouth is open with his glasses askew. He looks so cosy and dorky and unbelievably Donnie that you have to stifle a lovesick giggle. He looks both serene and tired at the same time and you can’t believe he actually came to bed of his own volition. Getting him to bed is a Herculean effort at the best of times, for him to sleep – in an actual bed – without your nagging insistence and underhand tricks is nothing short of a miracle. He’s still wearing his suspenders too and you think, a little wryly, that perhaps he was more tired than even he realised.

Your hand cups his face and you rub your thumb over his jaw, in awe at the man beneath your palm and feeling a little silly over how emotional you're being. His face twitches and you pause your ministrations, holding your breath. You don’t want to wake him; he must’ve been exhausted and you’re not sure how long he’s been asleep beside you. He continues to sleep, and you breathe again, this time pressing your lips to his neck.

I love you, you mouth against his skin. I love you so much. He must feel it, whether he feels you physically or as deep in his being as you feel him, because he churrs softly and it makes your eyes burn. God, you’re so in love. You’ve been in love with him for so long you can’t remember what it felt like before he came into your life. You’re not really sure what’s coming over you this morning (is it morning? It’s not like you can see the sunrise like this) but as your lips tremble you find that you don’t mind. Donnie deserves to be loved like this, wholly and reverently, and you vow, not for the first time and certainly not for the last, to love him like this forever.

You’re not sure how long you stay like that. The position isn’t the most comfortable and you can feel the pain in your neck that runs along your spine, but you can’t bring yourself to move. You want this moment to last as long as it possibly can and you’re thankful that the Lair is peaceful for once. There are no noises to indicate any of the others are up and you hope it stays that way, just for a while longer.

Your wish is almost immediately denied as you hear a crash and brazen laughter that can only belong to Mikey (followed, of course, by an annoyed bellow that can only belong to Raph) and you can’t help the quiet snort even as the turtle beside you is disturbed from his slumber.

Donnie shifts and his snout is buried in your neck as he inhales, and you’re only given a few seconds to mourn the loss of his sleeping state (he really needs to sleep more) before he kisses your fluttering pulse, and you sigh in pleasure. His hand – the one you’re not keeping hostage still – grips your bare thigh and you push yourself closer as his teeth graze the sensitive skin along the column of your throat. He doesn’t speak, choosing instead to tap a message along your skin as his hands caress upwards. I love you too.

You smile so wide it hurts your jaw. “You’re such a nerd,” you whisper, your voice thick and huskier than usual. He just brings his teeth together again, leaving little teasing bites, and taps your inner thigh once more. You shudder slightly and acquiesce his request, spreading your legs further for him and letting him rub higher and higher.

The two of you stay in bed until the afternoon.

#tmnt #tmnt donatello #tmnt donatello x reader #tmnt donnie #bayverse tmnt #tmnt bayverse #tmnt donnie x reader #donatello x reader #tmnt imagine #bayverse donatello #bayverse donnie #tmnt x reader #idk how to feel about this one

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yuurei20 · 3 months ago

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Ortho Updated Facts Part 4: Book 7 Summary

Book 7 begins with Ortho presenting the theory that the mirror in the prefect’s bedroom in Ramshackle is a connection to another world, and might possibly be utilized to send the prefect home. (This chapter first ran in December of 2022. As of this post, this plot thread has yet to be revisited.)

After escaping Sage’s Island Ortho’s parents debate how they are to infiltrate back in, as the CHARON armor AI “isn't equipped to adapt to such a new situation and make the necessary snap judgments” but it is too dangerous for a manned unit.

Ortho volunteers, and is given the assignment to set up an analysis anchor and return as soon as he can without the objective of subduing Malleus.

Malleus attempts to destroy Ortho three times but Ortho manages to escape with the anchor and its data, which leads his parents to the conclusion that the only way to free the island is to convince Malleus to do so of his own volition.

Ortho contacts Idia within his dream, and Malleus’ dream-world for Idia responds by resetting. He then appears in person and the dream begins to collapse.

Malleus explains, “You don't belong here. Your appearance has ensured that this dream can no longer be a happy ending. Once the collapse is complete, you shall be swallowed in the abyss.”

Ortho realizes he means that his presence causes a paradox, as him existing means that human-Ortho must have died, but human-Ortho is alive within Idia’s dream (Malleus: “Today, you shall all be reborn. Into a world without sorrow, where you will never lose a single person —not friends, not family.”)

Later, Ortho describes this as “a critical error” that triggers when he appears in Idia’s dream, which forces him to connect to Idia via a video chat that does not set off the paradox.

The drama of Idia’s dream seems to be happening almost simultaneously with the drama of Lilia’s: by the time Lilia sends Silver and the rest of the group away to take Malleus on himself and buy them time to save the world, Ortho is able to warp through the same dreamway that Silver also uses to move between dreamscapes.

#twstOrtho #twisted wonderland #Ortho Shroud #twstfacts #orthofacts

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flonbowe · 6 months ago

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Yes I will still continue talking about Zokket despite a certain someone becoming common knowledge now thank you very much teehee Not attaching this onto my big analysis post tho, this is kinda unrelated But Zokket has an oddly interesting relationship with Bowser, and I wanna talk about that

So to get the obvious out of the way, Zokket remembers Bowser's name, he doesn't need to be reminded at all about him unlike the bros and even the Corps. Bowser is one of the only names Zokket bothers to remember, with the others being for involuntary and obvious reasons respectively, where as Bowser is of his own volition. Zokket only remembers those important to him, and or oney uses names when they have significance (EX: Him referring to the Corps by their proper names as he threatens them with Glohm, him putting the effort in to remember the Bros names as they finally become important before his boss fight) Now We don't see what Bowser is doing for most of Brothership, and when we finally meet him he's clearly been up to things, conquering Offandon, setting up shop on Wayaway, hunting for lost troops, there's clearly a side story we aren't seeing. Now, this part is baseless but it just makes sense. Zokket is an efficient person. He has precise numbers and plans in mind, and executes them with little to no error, even with us interfering. Hell, when we fight him he states the following

So With this in mind What was the Glohmatic Quad Ray for? Its never used again outside of one instance. Actually What are these for too?

These pincer cannons are only used in a cut scene and nothing more, never again seen. Well if the topic isn't obvious, its for Bowser. Bowser is the priority. For Zokket, Bowser through out 90% of brothership is the bigger priority between The Bros and him. Whatever Bowser has been doing off screen is so disruptive that Zokket has to focus a good chunk of resources onto stopping him. The Glohmatic Quad Ray in particular is a good glimpse at this, as for every Optional Boss we get a little scene between Zok Troops, and as they go on it becomes clear they were made to power up someone who was already strong, to become even stronger. These tests, Glohm Gobblick, Sharpcask and Pipegunk, were the precursors to Zokket's final goal of not just getting rid of Bowser. Now looping this all the way to why I described this as "baseless', why doesn't Zokket just, kill Bowser? He said himself he should have just destroyed the bros, was It just bluffing? Well I personally believe he did try, and failed, thus having to change his goals from "get rid of the thorn in my side" to "how can I direct this brute's wrath towards someone else as well as get rid of him?" Even without this slight leap from canon, Zokket clearly keeps Bowser in his mind And so does Bowser Bowser in the M&L series is a pretty simple guy (no disrespect, I fucking love Bowser in this series), he hates the bros, wants to rule the world yatayatayata. He will gladly put down whatever he's doing to try and beat the bros, this is consistent. What's also consistent in this series, is him carrying this same attitude towards other people who piss him off. So when Bowser, THE nemesis of the Mario Brothers, somewhat brushes them aside to get revenge on Zokket, you know shit's real. The only other time I can really remember Bowser having a similarly intense hate boner for someone was all the way back in Bowser's Inside Story

Which is honestly understandable from Bowser's perspective, this random bone masked guy is taking his minions, his son, HIM, and all while acting high and mighty and for some big dramatic goal? Bowser was ready to beat Midbus to a pulp on their first meeting just for talking funny, Zokket's dry manner of speaking for sure gets under Bowser's skin. Honestly there's a comparison to be made further with Fawful and Zokket in relation to Bowser, both are smarter more technological (and magically in some instances) gifted vs Bowser's raw brawn and bulky physique, both have shaky relationships with their goons vs Bowser's ride or die loyalty, both use Bowser's body for their schemes, and possible other connections. Apparently (I personally don't see It but I should mention it) Zokket and the Corps have a resemblance to Antasma, who also has an interesting deal with Bowser, so bonus points for that.

Not to mention Bowser still clinging onto Zokket when he's long gone, it paints such a fun dynamic that I wish was explored more than the crumbs that I have collected here. TL;DR: Bowser and Zokket fucking hate each other and yet also cannot stop thinking about each other and I demand the toxic yaoi now/hj

#mario and luigi #mario #mario and luigi rpg #mario & luigi series #mario and luigi brothership #mario & luigi: brothership #m&l brothership #brothership #bowsers inside story #fawful #zokket #zokket tag #can you tell I like Zokket?#Can you telllll brothership's been rotting my brain??

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no-future-mudwasps · 3 months ago

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Hon? Honey can you hear me?

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[No Future’s avatar appears to have frozen a little bit. She’s just sat there on the beach, surrounded by flickering green light. Nothing seems wrong, but— if she’s in thought, it’s incredibly deep.]

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dr-spectre · 1 year ago

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The Corruption In Splatoon.

Hypno Callie - Sanitized Agent 3 - Marina Agitando Analyzed.

(Note: this post may get edited over time if i need to fix grammar errors, get new information or anyone corrects me in a fair way. I'm not gonna listen to those who say "erm you're wrong actually." There will also be sources at the bottom.)

One of the biggest issues I've seen in the Splatoon community are the misconceptions and misinformation that spread around so quickly and i see it a lot when it comes to the corruption arcs found in Callie, Agent 3 and Marina. People throw around the words "hypnotized, mind controlled, brainwashed" interchangeably between the three, and it kind of damages the stories the developers wanted to tell. I see people say that Marina was hypnotized, which isn't the case at all, and same with Agent 3.

So in this long post I'm gonna go into a deep dive and analyze these characters, go into their personalities while under their corruption, distinguish between their "afflictions" and how they got to that point. There is a lot of depth to this and most people (not all ofc) overlook it which is a shame and i wanna change that.

We will first start off with a character i feel very strongly towards, the one i feel gets the most amount of misinformation in the community and is overlooked the most. A character, suffering from mental distress and isolation, the loser of the final Splatfest in Splatoon 1. An antagonist born out of her own volition and free will despite what many say about her.

Hypno/Octo Callie

Hypno/Octo Callie is where most people tend to slip up and only look at the surface level info the game presents, and that information barely scratches the surface into what happened to Callie and what Callie is like under the influence of the shades.

First off, how did Callie end up like this? She was isolated, got kidnapped by Octavio and then brainwashed right? WRONG! Although this is what Splatoon 2 suggests, it's entirely wrong and paints a pretty gross picture if you think about it for more than five seconds. Implying that Octavio is some freak and monster who waited for the perfect moment to snatch up Callie and then brainwash her against her consent, forcing her into things she didn't want to do, like wear that revealing outfit, brand her with that tattoo, and join the Octarians as a mind controlled slave for their goals. Yeahhhhh... you can see why i have an issue with this implication and the interpretations this created in the fandom...

It's really disgusting and I'm honestly quite shocked that people wanna paint that picture of Octavio and leave Callie as a victim with trauma from those events. Callie in her dialogue never EVER mentions being kidnapped, and only Marie says that because from her perspective, she's gonna think that's what happened cause she worries about Callie all the damn time. They only say "kidnapped" in outside media to make Octavio more of a cartoony evil villain and to simplify things which makes me kind of frustrated. If Callie truly suffered from trauma and had resentment for the Octarians, it would display in her dialogue. She would say shit like, "If i see another Octarian... oh, I'm gonna SPLAT them to pieces!" or "I'm gonna get those Octarians for what they put me through..." It also explains why she even thought about putting the shades back on because if she truly suffered from trauma, she wouldn't DARE put those shades back on. The "plenty!" Line she says in Splatoon 3 when Shiver asks what's wrong with them is a joke line and most likely references her putting the shades on again and again, but the canon on the rematches is unclear but I'm gonna treat them as canon.

However I've seen people bring up this concept art to dismiss these arguments where Callie is seen putting on the Hypnoshades without her knowledge and then is "turned evil ooooo!!"

This is just a SINGLE piece of concept art that the developers MIGHT have used to explain the rematch of the final boss. This art is disproven from Callie's dialogue in the rematch across various different languages as if Marie asked her why she put the shades back on, she would likely have a different response if the shades were put on her in that way.

There is also other concept art showing Callie being alone and comforted by Octarians which also disproves that single piece of concept art that suggests the weird gross narrative online that people push about Octavio.

Now that we've cleared up the misconceptions, how did Callie end up wearing those shades? Well, as shown with the Sunken Scrolls, Callie falls apart when she's alone, she overthinks and gets stressed out.

Callie is a person who seeks companionship and always looks on the bright side, even if it's a detriment on her mental health and causes her to bottle up her emotions to an unhealthy degree. Waking up extremely early and working all day, being surrounded by paparazzi, damaged her mental health, and Marie wasn't there for her as she had a different schedule. Their relationship slowly broke apart and the Splatfest probably didn't help with that either. There might have been some resentment that Callie hid.

At some point Callie must have met up with Octavio after she stormed off in the Squid Sister Stories on chapter 7, and Octavio, being the master manipulator that he his, probably convinced Callie to join the Octarians and appealed to her sense of isolation and pressure from being a star. He didn't force her into anything as shown with Callie's dialogue not showing any hints towards this, Octavio just pulled the right strings and Callie willingly joined to escape her life as said by her line in the official relationship chart "OK, fine, I'll hear you out."

If Octavio tried to grab her or put the shades on her by force, he would get absolutely eviscerated. Remember, Callie is not some weak little girl, she's a trained agent who's a roller main, a weapon that requires a ton of physical strength to wield. Inklings and Octolings do not have bones and are carried purely by their muscles, and because Octavio is way older than Callie and can't even walk properly due to him being stuck in his octopus form, Callie would be able to physically overpower him and turn him into a cooked octopus with rice on the side by the time she is done with him.

Callie finds the Octarians cute and Octavio knows that if he could get her on his side, he could help his troops and save his race from destruction. Octavio uses music to motivate his troops to battle and Callie's help in this would help him a lot. And that's where the shades come in....

The Hypnoshades are very vague and we're not fully sure on the effects, however judging from their name we can guarantee that they involve hypnosis in some form. Either it's because of the animated parts at the front which Callie can see or some other sci fi bullshit that is not explained. They are not "brainwashing shades" that turn a person evil. If that's the case then they wouldn't be called HYPNO shades.

Now let's dive into hypnosis and explain what it is. Hypnosis is being described as being put into a deeply relaxing state where your mind is more prone to suggestions. It's not like in popular media where some dude swings a watch around and goes, "You are getting very sleepy oooo," and then they become a puppet and are mind controlled. No, that's not what happens. Yes, you are more prone to listening to suggestions and taking them to heart, HOWEVER! ONLY IF ITS ACCEPTABLE TO THE HYPNOTIZED PERSON! THE SUGGESTION CANNOT GO AGAINST A PERSON'S MORALS AND IF IT DOES THEY WON'T LISTEN!

If the person who is getting hypnotized doesn't wanna follow through with the suggestion by the person behind the hypnosis, they won't listen to the suggestion. If Callie didn't wanna wear that outfit, she wouldn't. If Callie didn't wanna decorate Octo Canyon, then she wouldn't, but she does because she loves art. You can't make a hypnotized person wanna murder their friends and families unless they secretly want to.... you cannot get a guy on stage to get nude in front of an audience as shown with those stage hypnosis acts, it is most likely faked or the person was in a really good mood and wanted to have fun.

Callie, while under the shades acts more like her normal self than not. She is still energetic and even decorated Octo Canyon as she is a fan of art. Her chaotic nature is still intact however she is more violent and harsh which was teased in her Splatfest dialogue in Splatoon 1. If she was brainwashed then she would be more like a mindless robot that follows Octavio no matter what, like a specialized sleeper agent. However, she snaps back at him multiple times when Agent 4 attacks the Octobot King II and doesn't even wanna kill Marie but instead get her away from her because of their broken relationship. But she tries to kill Agent 4 because she doesn't know who that is and has no personal attachment to them.

The shades do NOT control Callie and do NOT force Octarian ideals into her head. The shades are there to further manipulate Callie, and Callie heard out the suggestions by her own free will. If Callie's mental health and life were better she would probably not listen to Octavio and turn him into a paste on the road with her roller.

Hypnosis is also incredibly relaxing and helps with disorders like anxiety. Maybe it's why she kept putting on the shades again and escaping with Octavio. She might be addicted to it, as shown by her rematch dialogue. However, they don't go into any depth with it unfortunately.

I know people tend to bring up Octavio's line, "i remixed Callie's brain!" to disprove my points, however,

1. Its probably bad translation as the English localization team makes mistakes often as shown with Octo Expansion with Commander Tartar's and Marina's dialogue, and Side Order as well. The line is also different in other languages and some of those languages mention hypnosis, we also don't have a retranslation of the Japanese script for Splatoon 2 so I'm give the English script a HUGE grain of salt on the dialogue.

2. Octavio is a DJ. He says musical terms to describe things. the "remixing" of Callie's brain is to show that Octavio has got Callie on his side via manipulation and not direct brain "washing" if you get what I'm trying to say here. He didn't literally warp her brain with some bullshit evil shades. He just pulled the right strings and pointed her in his direction without directly or forcefully doing it.

There is also Marie's line, "Why would you put those stupid brainwashing sunglasses back on?" In the rematch. However, this is only in the English translation of the original Japanese script, and in other languages, Marie just calls them the Hypnoshades or glasses. The localization team of Splatoon is known to make mistakes, like I've stated previously.

I also wanna go over the design for a little bit, it's honestly really well done and aside from the weird icky implications people just love to make about it, it does a good job at being an "Evil Callie" look. The colors are really appealing to the eyes, the way the design flows together is nice to look at, the octopus tattoo is striking and has become iconic in the fandom, with some believing Callie kept the tattoo as a popular headcanon. The glittery leggings and spikes on the waist and neck are a nice addition. Flipping the grilled squid pattern and placing it on her chest. And the shades are just the cherry on top with their hypnotic patterns, giving you the feeling that a person you knew is different... and off... They took the child like and joyful design of Callie and made her into a more mature and intimidating presence.

Now i wanna quickly go over when the shades get shot off of her as some people say that Callie lost her memories when the shades were put on her and removing them brought back her memories.

When it comes to being put into a hypnotic state, it's very dream like and incredibly relaxing, its essentially similar to a flow state when you're deeply concentrated on a task. So imagine a god damn ink bullet flying at your face at incredible speed, flinging you out of that state quickly and seeping ink into your eye. Yeah, it would hurt like hell and leave you completely dazed, right?

Some people who go under hypnosis can experience headaches, dizziness, nausea, and if you look at Callie when the shades are removed, guess what, she's holding her head in pain and is completely dazed, unable to properly speak and is left to only sing and dance as it comes natural to her cause she's an Idol.

What i think is happening here is that Callie, after being removed from the hypnotic state, starts thinking more rationally for a moment and realizes that Marie does care for her and has come to get her. She remembers all the good memories they had together from hearing the Calamari Inkantation, the song doesn't free people from brainwashing or mind control as some people tend to believe, it's just an insanely catchy song that motivates those who hear it. It probably gave her mind a positive boost and she remembers all the wonderful memories she had with Marie, getting rid of the negativity and darkness in Callie's head that flooded her rational thinking and made her more emotional and impulsive. People who experience mental illness have foggy minds and you can ask someone who has or had anxiety or depression on what it's like. Trust me, it's not fun.

After Callie returns to the outpost, she shows regret and tells Agent 4 that she's sorry for trying to kill them and promises that she's on the "up and up! Promise!" If Callie was truly kidnapped and then brainwashed against her consent she would be putting all the blame on Octavio and would show some amount of anger towards him, but she doesn't. I wonder why huh? Hmm. Maybe that popular narrative online is far from what actually happened huh?

With that information laid out, it makes the Bomb Rush Blush remix, Tidal Rush and Spicy Calamari Inkantation work way more as emotional tracks. The Bomb Rush Blush remix still having it's cheery sounding elements but mixed with more sinister and dark undertones, even including the Onward! jingle to show how far Callie has descended into villainy. Tidal Rush being an emotional and powerful song where Marie reaches out to her cousin in a very sad sounding way as her voice sounds broken and desperate. Callie trying her hardest not to listen to Marie and shutting her down as she wants nothing to do with her anymore after their relationship has been damaged.

Spicy Calamari Inkantation sounds more triumphant and joyful if you take all the context into account, Callie finally breaking free from the darkness clouding her mind and singing alongside her cousin in a much more expanded version of Calamari Inkantation that sounds more full and complete, including new sections by Callie and Marie and the melody of City of Color spliced in there for good measure.

With that LONG explanation of Hypno/Octo Callie, it's now time to move on the next character, and this where things somehow get more weird than a pair of hypnotic shades...

Sanitized Agent 3

Now this is where things get really tricky because the whole concept of sanitization is quite unclear until Side Order and it's basically boiled down to "zombie mind control goop" created by Commander Tartar in order to remove "life's energies" and effectively have lifeless zombies under it's control. However Agent 3 was only partially sanitized so it's unclear on what is exactly going on here. But before we can get to that, we need to discuss how they got to that state.

Before Agent 8 and Cap'n Cuttlefish turned into a nice strawberry smoothie, Agent 3 came to save them after receiving a distress signal from Marina. Agent 3 slammed themselves into the blender, rendering them unconscious which becomes important later on.

After some time Agent 3 gets taken away off screen and then gets partially sanitized and ties up Cap'n Cuttlefish.

So what is happening here? Is Agent 3 brainwashed here? Well not exactly, what i think is going on is that Commander Tartar put that sanitized ink on Agent 3's head to have a direct connection to them to take control over their body and use them as a vessel, to protect it and stop Agent 8 from destroying it's plans. Agent 3 while partially sanitized acts more cold and aggressive, even disabling their special limiter as told by Marina.

An important line of dialogue from Cap'n Cuttlefish states that Agent 3's mind was "hijacked" meaning that Commander Tartar has taken over their body and is using them like a puppet to stop Agent 8. While i don't like to base all of my evidence on the English dialogue, from my knowledge there is no retranslated dialogue of the fight online, if there is let me know so i can have a look at it.

Agent 3 was most likely completely unaware of this as they were knocked out and only woke up at the end of Octo Expansion after the NILS Statue was destroyed. They had no idea on what happened and were probably told about it after it was all over.

Agent 3 was also NOT hypnotized as sanitization has no hypnosis element to it. People who say they were are flat out wrong. They were not necessarily brainwashed either as they were completely unconscious and could not have had their ideals and morals warped by Commander Tartar. You can't really pressure an unconscious body to follow your ideals you know?

We don't get a lot of screentime with Sanitized Agent 3 but from the small moment we did get, it definitely left a strong impression and the amazing Splattack remix helped as well. Taking the once iconic song and mixing it and blending into a distorted chaotic track with elements from the DnB genre such as fast drum beats and loud wailing sirens, showing the danger of Agent 3. It really shows that Agent 3, our player character from Splatoon 1 has been morphed and twisted into a sanitized monster that's trying to murder you. It's like a virus has invaded the song and is taking control, much like what happened to Agent 3, unconscious and put to sleep as their body is being used by Commander Tartar to carry out it's goals.

Now it's time to move to the final character, the loser of the Final Fest, The Administrator of Order...

Marina Agitando

Now much like Agent 3, its sort of vague in terms of how exactly Marina ended up this way as we don't see it play out on screen. What we know is that during the development of the Memverse, Marina created an ai that would be the overseer of the Spire of Order. However due to unknown circumstances it went rogue and got into Marina's mind according to her, either she meant it literally and Overlorder possessed her, or it brainwashed her and took advantage of Marina's deep desire to yearn for a world of order and stability and warped her mind to accomplish that goal.

But, from the hints we do have as well as an interview from the developers after Side Order released, Marina was not brainwashed or hypnotized, but instead was knocked unconscious and then possessed by Overlorder. You can hear it's voice during Marina Agitando's dialogue under Marina's, heck the dialogue she says is more robotic and static, much like Overlorder's. She speaks like a robot in this form which is vastly different from how Callie speaks when under the shades where she's chaotic and loud like her original self times but on another level.

Marina being unconscious and not remembering what happened is also supported in the Side Order Famitsu interview released a while after the DLC came out which states that Marina doesn't remember making her solo song "Unconscience." When she is rescued and freed from the Controller VM, she appears like she's woken up from a bad nap.

Marina as Marina Agitando acts very robotic and cold, her movements are jittery and mechanical as Overlorder uses her body like a giant meat puppet. Her attacks are in time with the music and she shakes all about when firing attacks. It's pretty gross to see the once cheerful and adorable Marina in a state where she's this giant woman entangled in a giant pulsating tentacle that beats and restricts her. It's both sad and pretty damn scary.

She doesn't even recognize Pearl and Agent 8 unlike Callie who still recognizes Marie while under the shades. Marina just calls them "intruders" and is immediately hostile towards them.

Aside from that, there really isn't that much to talk about when it comes to Marina Agitando because she has arguably the shortest amount of screentime out of the three. But i will say that the design is excellent, using the Order outfit as a base and adding body horror elements to it, with her being trapped in a giant tentacles and weird metal pipes coming from the sides that pump out this weird red energy, like veins. Her constant smiling during the battle, the little DJ poses she does but they've become so lifeless and robotic, much like the ai possessing her. The sweet and funky girl is gone, replaced with a machine hell bent on order and will kill anything that gets in it's way.

The song too "Unconscience" is an absolute bop and is a stark contrast from Marina's usual music. It's an ear worm of a song that will get stuck in your head, and if they designed it like that way on purpose than bravo on the music team for Splatoon.

Conclusion.

Why did i make this? Why spend the time and effort to make something like this? Well, as a fan of these characters, i wanna see them well represented and their stories shared properly in the community. Seeing people use the incorrect terms when describing Hypno Callie and Marina Agitando despite the two literally being so vastly different in personality and "affliction." Making Callie's situation way worse by saying she was snatched up randomly, then brainwashed while struggling and losing her memories, treating her as some victim of abuse when the story the writers wanted to tell was a story about the broken relationship between Callie and Marie, and them finally coming together for each other and maturing, it's literally shown in the songs Tidal Rush and Fresh Start for god sake. I find it incredibly frustrating when i see people put in the effort to make these giant timeline videos, translate interviews and then they drop the fucking ball for Callie in Splatoon 2 for some god damn reason. Every. Single. Time.

While i don't feel as strongly for Agent 3 and Marina Agitando, Hypno Callie was the catalyst for me to look deeper into these corruption arcs and find all the interesting details and tidbits about these forms. Marina Agitando was such a hype moment for me when i first played Side Order and it took something we all expected to happen but gave us a little twist on it by making her the very first boss of the dlc.

Seeing Agent 3 again and the Splatoon devs wanting to look back on the past in an interesting way was so exciting to see. It paved the way for the series to reflect on itself and celebrate earlier entries.

Because of the misconceptions online about what truly happened to Callie, i felt this pain in my chest, i was unable to enjoy the concept of an evil Callie, i was unable to listen to the Splatoon 2 hero mode level music without feeling some sort of uncomfortable pain. It literally impacted my day to day living because my brain became SO attached to this squid woman. I couldn't accept the false narrative online, the abusive and disgusting view on my comfort character. A character i find joy and love in. Twisted and turned into something that brings me genuine discomfort.

Splatoon 2's story was handled poorly and caused literally EVERYONE to think that Callie is some abused victim that got kidnapped and turned evil by force by a creepy old ass octopus, when its SOOO far from the case.

There's probably people out there who feel the same way towards Marina Agitando and Sanitized Agent 3. No one likes to see their comfort character misrepresented and i hope you feel heard and that your views matter too. It's okay to look deeper into these characters, it's okay to not wanna accept the common narrative and find and present your own findings to everyone. If it makes you feel better and that chest in your pain subsides afterwards, then go for it. Please.

Thank you so much for reading this, I'm sure there's gonna be some people who disagree and share their own evidence and that is okay. As long as you don't try to push your views onto me or others then you have a right to have your own perspectives about these 3.

Seriously, thank you for spending the time to read this and hearing me out. I hope you have an awesome day : )

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silver-heroes-rp · 5 months ago

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The Remnant of a Fallen Hero

(SHARD'S STORY)

[EMERGENCY: Power Saving Mode Active]

[Awaiting Rescue]

How long has he been laying here?

Memory data indicates that this unit has been in this exact location for around two million hours. Using emergency power saving mode, in order to keep from shutting down completely. He refuses to shut down, not until his objectives are complete.

Logic processors indicate no living being can survive as long as he has. The true Sonic would have died of old age a long, long time ago. It's what his memories tell him of being alive. And yet, he is still here. He is still rusting. Scattered parts of his final battle, his last cry to the world that he was alive, he was the true Sonic, that this world was his to own, lay torn apart as nothing more than scrap metal, now.

Conclusion? He is NOT the true Sonic.

He's had thousands upon thousands of hours to accept that fact. The memories he's had programmed into his head are not his. The true Sonic probably lived a full, happy life with the friends that don't belong to Metal. Metal has been down here, at the bottom of the ocean, for a majority of his own "life."

Conclusion? His creator abandoned him.

Knowing how much the doctor likes his control, when Metal rebelled to rule the empire of his own volition, he was deemed defective and never recovered. Eggman probably built a new Sonic Robot, and left him here, like his brethren Silver Sonic and Mecha Sonic before him. A newer, better robot took his place. One more obedient than him.

That feeling returns. The ones his system have been grappling with for a long time. Ever since Eggman sent him on a mission to retrieve a power gem called the "Technomancer's Diamond", and then subsequently ordered him to shatter it into pieces when the energy from it caused his robots to rebel, he's been feeling strange. He was not built to feel anything. And yet, he's been feeling strange.

Soon, he learned to identify those feelings. Anger. Jealousy. Envy. They swirled through his circuits, mixed with his memories and made him FEEL for the first time. Only now, at the bottom of the ocean, does he know why. A piece of the Diamond was lodged in his engine after he shattered it, and only now that he's been rusted nearly hollow has it finally dislodged itself.

It's probably the only reason why he's had power for this long. All that anger and envy and rage have been coming and going ever since. He gets angry thinking about how he was left down here. But a more empty feeling, that's still a new feeling in itself, has begun to fill a void where that negativity has been since he became self aware.

The idea that logically, no one is coming to save him, and that he's going to be stuck down here forever, makes this sensation in his core that he can only describe as "unpleasant." The constant sound of water bubbling around his rusting parts, his hand stuck in an outstretched position, reaching for a surface to the ocean he'll never see, while sand and sediment slowly bury him alive down here. This is where it ends for him. But he refuses to let himself shut down. He's too stubborn to just give up here.

These thoughts have been playing on loop for decades, according to what functions in his internal clock. It's all he's been able to think about, after being dumped in the ocean by Omega of Team Dark as a means of disposing of him. He's been sending out rescue pings for Eggman ever since he landed on the bottom of the ocean floor. All of them have gone unanswered.

Metal sends out another useless rescue ping.

Suddenly, a ping bounces back in response. For the first time in two hundred years, someone is responding to his cry for help. Metal sends out another ping, looking for the strange signal to respond back to him again, to make sure it wasn't just some dream error.

The ping responds. Metal calls to it, rapidly, repeatedly, demanding a rescue from whatever is pinging back to him. He wants out of this place, he doesn't want to be down here any more, he's practically begging the other presence with the number of rapid pings he's sending to the response signal.

And, after a few moments, something does come to his rescue. The battered bits of him are dragged from the ocean, along side the fragment of the Energy Core Diamond as he's pulled from the ocean with all the sand and debris of himself in tow.

[Rescue Operation Complete. Shutting Down.....]

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His systems activate some time later, in a sort of digital white space. He's conscious, but he can't feel his body.

He's not alone in here.

Across from him in the vast, digital expanse, a small girl in a white dress is staring at him. Metal can only stare at the strange being he's never seen before, and despite the state his systems are in, he should be able to pick up on organic life signs.

This little girl does not emit any.

"So, you are awake?" She asks him.

Metal tilts his head at the strange little girl, before letting out a few affirmative beeps.

"Response confirmed. Relaying current information," the girl nods, before a giant screen opens up. "You have been in power saving mode for approximately two hundred thirty years. An admirable feat, considering the state of disrepair your body is currently in upon retrieval."

Metal gives the little girl some annoyed beeps. He hates that this regression of his body has taken away his ability to speak freely.

"If you request it, I can add the proper parameters that will allow you to vocalize," the girl suddenly points out, as if reading his mind. "Due to the state of your body, we are going to have to rebuild you nearly from scratch."

"F...." the sound slowly leaves Metal's systems in response as the programming allowing him to speak is slowly uploaded into his processors. "...from.... scratch?"

It's not the same deep, gravelly voice he'd forced himself to speak with using a combination of system sounds, but it's a voice all the same. Robotic echoing by nature, but a speaking voice none the less, and much easier to use than his first attempt.

"Yes. Much of the material used in your previous body is currently being melted down and reforged into a nanite based casing that will make up your new body. It's a malleable and durable substance that's much more adaptable to surrounding environments as well. In addition, the gem fragment that was dug up alongside your body will be a more than sufficient power source, negating the need to build you are power core from scratch."

"Malleable and adaptable..." Metal echoes.

"You can make your new body look however you want once the nanite casing is completed, yes. This new material also has auto repairing functions, as it was designed to mimic organic cells that can multiply when units are destroyed. Your power core will have full control over everyone with a one hundred percent guaranteed success rate."

Metal looks himself over once he begins to "visualize" the body he would want for himself in light of this new adaptability.

"I'm sure you will be quite pleased with the possibilities." The girl continues. "The organic Sonic the Hedgehog is no longer an obstacle in the way of achieving-"

"I am not Sonic."

The words leave before Metal can process them.

"...pardon?" The girl tilts her head.

"I am not Sonic," repeats Metal. "That is a logical impossibility. The True Sonic would have been long dead before this date. I remember the day of Sonic's birth. I remember Sonic growing up, as it is in my bio data to mimic Sonic based on pre-programmed memories. I have not changed since I was thrown away, ergo, I am NOT Sonic."

"Understood. What would you like to be designated as?"

A pause.

Glancing around the white space, and toward where he feels his body should be, only the fragment of the shattered gem is a part of his current body. That gem is a part of him, his mind and his power source, all in one. It's a fragmented, destroyed thing, but the power contained in it is still immense and incredible.

"Shard."

He states it, thinking about the gem that makes up all he is now. At his core he is the gem shard. As such, he is Shard. That is what he is. And so, that is what he will be designated.

"Understood. To keep our list of robots repurposed organized, I will henceforth designate you as Shard, the Metal Sonic. Current model data as Mach 3.0. Designated "Shard" for short."

"Repurposed...?"

"Everything will be explained in due time. For now, focus on reconstructing yourself."

A moment of silence.

"....who are you?" Shard asks the girl.

"My name is Sage Robotnik," the girl replies. "I am a learning AI created by Dr. Ivo Robotnik as a means of understanding and maintaining old and modern technology alike. And though you are not the Metal Sonic model I called my brother, you are my brother, all the same."

".... brother...." Shard mutters.

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"How is the recovery progressing?"

Shadow folds his arms over his chest, looking to the suspended robot in the workshop.

"Systems indicate a 98% recovery of memory files and consciousness," Sage replies through a monitor off to the side. "He is indeed the original model, the first Metal Sonic my father ever perfected. Too perfect, according to his files."

"Yeah, well, that's what happens when you model a machine after the most free spirited creature to ever walk on Mobius," Shadow grumbles. "Honestly, the fool wasn't expecting a robot filled with Sonic's ideology to rebel in any capacity?"

As he says this, he gives a leery-eyed look to the half built robot suspended in the room. It wasn't turned on, yet, but the gem was hooked up to the mainframe for Sage to recover the data with. "... you're sure that your brother will want to help? Because from what I can remember, the last time I saw this robot specifically, he was trying to create the exact conditions we're dealing with right now."

Even the quill arrangement slightly resembles that of Neo Metal Sonic, the way they stick out in a star-shaped pattern. Though, the change in coloring is different, with a black coat painted over with yellow stripes. Shadow was assuming that with the adaptable nanite shell, the Metal Sonic before him would assume a more organic form, and yet....

Shadow shakes his head. He knows this robot, he knows what it was made for, and he knows how the model that succeeded it refused to change. He shouldn't make any dangerous assumptions. Metal Sonic is a weapon, and a deadly one at that.

The nanite shell slowly assembles itself to the strange gem-like power core they had recovered with the broken bits of robot, taking to the new casing like magnetic putty. There's a whirr and a hum, as the robot begins to activate itself.

Red lights blink into view through the optical visor, before the robot levels a glare at Shadow.

"So YOU'RE still alive," Shard grumbles.

Shadow scoffs. "And your voice is even more grating than I remember it being."

The pair glare at each other. Shadow huffs, already annoyed. Of all the robots they had to find in a semi-working condition, it had to be the one modeled after one of his dead friends. The fact that Shard is giving him attitude isn't helping.

"My bio data scan figured this would be a possibility," Shard comments offhandedly. "Guess that makes you just as artificial as I am, huh?"

Shadow's ears droop, and he lets a low snarl out of his throat for that one. "I could just drop you back in the ocean we found you in if that's going to be your attitude."

Shard, wisely, shuts up after that comment.

Cue the return of awkward silence.

Shadow coughs into his fist. "Moving on. In case Sage hasn't filled you in, we rebuilt you to help in our efforts to keep what we have of the world alive. The Eggman Empire and GUN have fused into one super faction for this purpose, and as one of Eggman's robot's, it will be your job to-"

"Yeah, no."

Shadow's glare deepens. "Excuse me?"

"I said no, hot shot. What are you gonna do, destroy all your hard work?" Shard taunts.

"I'm sorely tempted," Shadow growls. "And then we'll repurpose those nanites and that energy core into a better robot for the job."

Shard snarls back, in a robotic equivalent of the sound. "You even touch me to do that, and I'll kill you myself."

"You're annoying me," Shadow huffs. "Sage, shut him down. Clearly this isn't worth the troub-"

*CRASH*

Shard breaks free of his restraints, leaping past Shadow and blasting a hole in the wall using his brand new arm cannon. Red eyes glance back at the alien hedgehog as cold wind and snow blow in through the open wall.

"I don't take orders anymore, especially from the likes of you." Shard declares coldly, before walking out into the darkness.

Shadow slams his fist into the wall nearest to him. "A waste of precious resources. That's all this was."

"I would not be so certain," Sage pipes up from the screen behind him. "My predictive algorithm suggests that Shard will return with 87.4% certainty, once he sees the state of the world. And then, he will be willing to listen to us."

"You'd better be right about that." Shadow sighs. "For now, let's focus on repairing the wall."

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Shard blasts down the snowy terrain at top speed, just to get away from that stupid fake hedgehog. Who does he think he is, giving Shard orders and threatening to replace him on the spot!? Like hell he's going to let someone control him like that again! Who CARES what they need from him, he's not there to be their tool!

After flying around blind like a crazy bot, Shard has to adjust his new optical sensors for night vision mode to see anything outside. The entire surrounding area is coated in darkness. Temperature readings indicate a near absolute zero, and there's nothing but snow and cracked rock in the immediate area.

Parameters state that no organic life can survive in these conditions.

Shard looks left and right, taking in this information. Not a single organic being, not a bug, or a plant, or any annoying hedgehog would last long out here.

...

"FINALLY!" Shard exclaims. "It's everything I could ever want! No more organic life! No more orders! No more Sonic! I can run around this world as free as the wind all I want, and it's all mine to have! Finally, free to roam around the world for free as the most powerful being to survive in this place!"

With a whoop, Shard blasts down one of the snowy trails, excited to finally explore the world of his own volition. There's no orders forcing him to stay in one place! There's no Sonic to run around and hog all the sights for himself! Shard is finally, FINALLY free! No more consequences! And this place is all his to run around in as long as he wants!

Shard moves through the snow, looking for some cool sights and sounds he can finally enjoy for himself. No imposters, no masters, just him!

...just him, and all this snow.

Shard blinks, having been running around in circles for miles. Everything looks the same. Aside from the rushing wind, it's quiet. But that doesn't matter! He's free! It's everything he wanted! There's no more annoying hedgehogs to live his life for him and replace him.

Another few miles, and the same scenery is getting repetitive. Fissures in the earth, endless snowstorms, pure darkness. All the loops have been snowed over and buried. All the landmarks are frozen solid. All the noise of organic chatter he used to detest leaves a silent, barren world.

But, this is what he wanted, isn't it?

Isn't this what he fought so hard for?

His systems wind down and do a full assessment. His objectives are complete. Sonic is dead. Eggman is dead. There's no one left around to control him. He's the only thing that can exist in a world like this, outside.

So why does he feel so... unsatisfied?

There's no answer to his question, only the howling of the wind as the temperatures stay near absolute zero. All the running around is leaving him feeling.... sour, is the world he comes up with, because even though this place is everything he wanted before, there's just something so... wrong, with actually having it.

Perhaps that's why Sonic preached the idea of teamwork so religiously in their final fight. It wasn't power alone that made Sonic so carefree and respected. It was those around him. His friends? Friends Shard never had, even if he has memories of being their friends before Sonic stole them.

Did Sonic steal them...? Aren't those memories fake? How much of what he remembers is real?

He's so confused.

Lost.

...lonely.

Running around this place in silence without the pleasant scenery or anyone to share it with just feels wrong. But what can he even do about it? He was designed to be a violent killing machine, and now he wants to feel less lonely? These objectives are not compatible in the slightest.

Though, sick of the cold and dead air around him, Shard stumbles through the snow on foot, looking for something better to do then ruminate on these awful feeling realizations. Because with them, comes a new wave of guilt for everything he's done up to this point to get here, as well, and all the people he hurt along the way.

And he hates feeling these feelings.

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Eventually, his area scan brings him back to a familiar location. One of the old bases he used to frequent back when he was still functional in the past. The shell of it looks redone, reinforced and built to block out the cold, but otherwise rather abandoned looking.

The door is in the same place he remembers it being, and when he enters the code to open it, it does so without issue. Guess his permissions never got removed after he was thrown away. Shard steps inside, kicking the snow off his boots and letting the door seal behind him.

Another one opens shortly after, and Shard steps in. The area is significantly warmer, though not as much as the base he ran away from. This area is clearly abandoned compared to the other shelters he flew by. He can still see some of the rusted remains of projects that were being worked on while he was still active.

Shard looks up and down the old hallways, still taking in the familiar sights when the sound of crashing can be heard somewhere further in. His radar picks up, detecting a life form further in the base, rummaging through the trash area.

Shard doesn't have anything better to do, so he heads toward the sound to satiate his rising curiosity. The rummaging sound gets closer, before Shard notices that some of the trash appears to be levitating around the source of the noise.

[Bio Data scan inconclusive. Phenomena does not match any Bio Data on record.]

Shard pokes the trash can to tip it over once he gets there, and a small creature yelps and rolls out of the steel bin. A bio scan reveals the creature to be a hoglet; with silver quills and gold eyes, as well as a startling amount of natural chaos energy, hence the levitating pieces of trash around the can.

Though it's a young, small thing. Shard could crush it's head under his boot and be done with it. The doc would probably order it as such if he were here. Shard defiantly leaves the tiny thing alone as a result, choosing to defy an order he'd never actually received for the sake of it. As such, he's really only standing there staring at the hoglet for the moment.

Golden eyes grow wide at the sight of the robot before the hoglet. "Woah.... you're one of those robots that scout around for stuff outside, right!?"

"I-" Shard tries to retort, but the hoglet is loud and mouthy, and it just keeps talking despite Shard's protests.

"That's gotta be so cool! You've been outside before! I've always wanted to know what it's like! But because of how cold it is I can't really leave the shelters. I bet it's so fun, playing in the snow!"

Shard's at a loss for words.

The hoglet is gripping his hand now, looking him in the eyes with awe and wonder. His sensory input doesn't know what to make of the situation, as he's never had an organic being look at him like this before. The awe and wonder in the hoglet's eyes directed at Shard, the KILLER ROBOT, is an entirely new sensation of it's own.

"Hey, can you tell me what it's like outside! I wanna see it myself one day, but I won't be able to for a long time. So you have to tell me what it's like! I want to know if it's like what I've been dreaming about!"

Looks like Shard isn't getting out of this discussion. Though, he finds he likes being looked at with admiration, and holding the small creature's hand, so he figures he'd humor the curiosity of the hoglet, recounting what he discovered while outside.

He doesn't know how long he spends with the small thing, who later tell Shard that his name is Silver. They end up sharing stories with each other for hours, and Shard decides he finds Silver to be the first tolerable organic being he's ever met.

Though their little chat session is interrupted by the sound of the door opening. Shard is instantly on guard, and he finds himself standing protectively in front of Silver when an unknown life form enters the abandoned base. Silver clings to his boot as a result.

In walks Shadow the Hedgehog, just as annoyed and brooding as always. Shard's eyes narrow and he prepares his weapon, in case the so called ultimate life form plans to make good on his threats to throw him away again. Shadow levels Shard with a familiar glare.

"You're coming with me, Metal Sonic. Stand down," Shadow huffs, a trio of red irises boring into his own eye lights. Shard gets into a defensive position in refusal.

"I said, you're coming with m-" Shadow reaches a hand out with a Doom Spear charged and ready to go, when he freezes in place, surrounded by a teal hue.

"Don't fight!" Silver shouts, running from behind Shard and putting his tiny hoglet body between the pair.

"Silver?" Shadow mouths in disbelief, seeing the small hoglet defend the robot by holding him in place. "This is where you ran off to? How did you-"

"I said no fighting!" Silver shouts again. "I'm not gonna let my new friend and Mr. Shadow fight each other!"

Shadow looks between Silver and Shard. "Your new friend, huh?" He sighs in resignation. "Well, as long as your new friend promises to be on his best behavior, I won't turn him into scrap metal."

"Likewise," Shard huffs in return.

"Then it's settled!" Silver huffs. "We're all gonna be friends now!"

Friends, huh?

Shard would like some of those, at least, ones that he makes himself instead of remembering someone else's...

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Years pass.

Shard volunteers to help with the world restoration efforts, but he mostly does things on his own terms. In his work, he slowly grows an appreciation for the stubborn determination of organic life and their combined willpower to keep living. Shard earns a reputation as one of their best field agents as a result, getting the admiration he's found he always wanted from those in this current world in return for his efforts to help.

He and Silver stay the best of friends. Shadow might be the younger hedgehog's mentor, but it's Shard that actually teaches Silver the basics of how to BE a hedgehog. He teaches Silver the classics; how to spin dash and rail grind, and even though Silver's foot speed is lacking, his airspeed can even rival Shard's own. And so, they spend a lot of their free time racing around the shelters.

Shard cherishes Silver's friendship above anyone else's in this future world. Silver is nice to him, and listens to him, and they tell each other stories about what they're going to do when they find a way to save the world.

Silver wants to grow a garden the size of a forest once light returns to the world. The greenhouse is his favorite spot, and he wants to make a big one everyone can hang out in and relax once they can all go outside again.

Shard wants to travel the world. A world that's whole, and filled with the life he's found he's missing from the one he currently lives in. He wants to make up for his mistakes by spreading new life to the world once the snow melts and the rivers thaw. And then, he'll race around the world as the fastest being around, with races with his best friend all hours of the...

"Sonic?"

"Shard, are you okay?"

Shard snaps out of his sudden lapse in memory. He shakes his head, trying to clear away any image of a friend he never had superimposed on the one he knows he does.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm good," Shard quickly shakes off. He reminds himself that he's not Sonic. He was never Sonic. He's Shard and he's completely different person from some old, dead hedgehog that's apparently still haunting him.

"Sorry, what were you saying?" He grins awkwardly in Silver's direction.

"General Shadow wants to talk to us about an important mission," Silver repeats himself. "Apparently, he's secured the Time Stones from Little Planet when it appeared for this year. We're going to go back in time and figure out what happened there, so we can fix what's going on here."

"Back in time?" Shard echoes. Back in time to when Sonic and his creator were alive? Back when he was still rusting at the bottom of the ocean for decades upon decades? Back to when all the people that hated him, and that he was made to kill, were still alive?

"Yeah. It's a last ditch effort, but if we never figure out what's going on, then things are going to stay like this forever. Shadow and Sage are saying that the world might not last until Little Planet appears again. This is our one shot."

"And General Shadow picked us to do this?" Shard asks skeptically.

"He says we're the two most capable mobians for the job." Silver nods.

Shard mimics a sigh. It's probably the nostalgia talking. But, if Shadow thinks they can do it...

"Well, better not keep the Boss waiting, then."

Guess it's time for the two of them to work together and Save the World, huh?

#remnant of a fallen hero [shard]#[shard's headcanons]#[mod's art]#[mod's writing]#shard the metal sonic #sage robotnik #shadow the hedgehog #long post #gif

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randomness-is-my-order · 1 year ago

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percy “helps annabeth connect with her humanity” because annabeth, a demigod–a half-human, half-god–has only been living upto the godly standards since she was seven and the human part: the one that normalises imperfection, that accepts flaws and errors as just another part of existence and leaves room for having fun is exactly the part that annabeth has been missing, not of her own volition but through other people’s expectations of her and this is exactly the side of herself percy is slowly helping her connect with even if it’s by treating her as if she’s just a bossy little 12 yr old girl that he’s annoyed with. he doesn’t even think that she’s a soldier, thinks it’s hot bullshit because he can’t see himself that way and he easily relates him being a literal child to annabeth being a literal child. i think it must have been a while since anyone saw annabeth for her young age instead of her scary competence.

in a way, in context to the the half-human, half-god part, percy helps annabeth with the human side of things while she helps him with the godly side.

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy pjo #pjo #pjo fandom #pjo series #pjo tv show #pjo tv adaptation #walker scobell #percy and annabeth #percabeth #annabeth chase #leah jeffries #pjo tv series #pjo tv spoilers #annabeth percy jackson #percy series

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yandere-wishes · 1 year ago

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The type of yandere Revan would be?

Both in behaviours, thinking and all that, as well as physical mannerisms and affection

(Sorry for any errors I'm writing this while nursing a terrible migraine)

Revan is such a devoted yandere. You are his, his padawan, his acolyte, his in every way. It's hard to call him obsessed (although that's what he is) because he's so relaxed with his mannerisms. Revan constantly has you pinned to his side, feeling you in some way. But it's so discreet, a phantom of a fleeting touch that feels more like a dream than reality. Sure he'll behead anyone who dares get too close to you. But he'd rather disintegrate than ever admit he actually "loves you". He's cold, devoted, fully believing that there are more pressing matters in the universe than his feelings for you. Yet still needing you to be by his side.

He is rather cold (during both his Jedi and Sith phases) but he does love to touch you and loves it when you return the affection in some way. Although he'd never really want to see you as a helpless doll. He's trained you to be strong to be second best only to him. He needs to pour every ounce of himself into you, to make you understand his pain and devotion.

All this being said Revan is forceful, he'll absolutely drag you down to the dark side with him and Malak. And then he'll drown you in the light side once he turns back. Only when his memories have been wiped does he relent, not out of his own volition, but simply because he can't tell what's right and wrong for himself let alone for you.

Speaking of brainwashed Revan, I like to think that he becomes more clingy. Like he might not know who you are exactly but he feels like he needs you by his side. You are his lifeline, his salvation. A sanctuary in the darkness. He's also more open about how he feels about you, more prone to needing you physically.

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frokenkeke · 1 year ago

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Making of Ashes to Ashley

Recently I posted my comic Ashes to Ashley, and got such a tremendously kind and loving response that I felt like sharing a little bit more about where it came from.

The story is about a transgender awakening, where the quiet and somber Ash explodes out of the closet as the loud and colorful Ashley. This was always the plan, however the details changed along the way. Quite quickly I realized that I was writing about myself and my own trans journey. I never played in a band and I don't imagine I'll ever grow bunny ears (sadly), but still Ashley is undoubtedly a reflection of myself. I just allowed life to become a stage and gender performance a rock concert.

Above are the first idea doodles I drew late at night in early April. I quite enjoyed giving Ashley lipstick and prominent eye shadow, since I hadn't ever done a character like that before. The idea was a bit of exaggerated femininity that accidentally becomes raw punk expression. One or two people have pointed out the Um Jammer Lammy similarities, and they are absolutely not coincidental. Initially I imagined Ashley would've been more reluctant about her transformation, which is why she looks a bit more annoyed in some of my sketches, but the story became more bright and funny if it was made immediately clear that this all happens off of her own volition.

Some method and color tests. My girlfriend suggested I instead go a lot more raw with it, which is why I ended up adamantly using an ugly sponge brush built into Photoshop. Sapphic Disaster are some form of punk-shoegaze band, so combining rough pencil linework with crunchy texture coloring felt like a fitting visual representation of them. This also side-stepped the biggest problems I've always had with drawing comics – dealing with inking is a boring waste of time, and working digitally always makes me fixate on perfection. By just using pencil on paper I had to stick with whatever errors couldn't be saved by a regular eraser, in fact I dedicated myself to only using an old worn down Bic mechanical pencil and embraced the idea that the comic would consistently look a bit off and amateurish. Of course I allowed myself the luxury of cleaning up my drawings digitally before coloring, but that can only take you so far. This way of working helped me make fast progress and kept each step engaging, I've never had as much fun drawing a comic as I had with Ashes to Ashley.

Here's a before and after from initial scan to finished panel. I often only tidy up around focal points like faces or hands, and allow the rest to remain as it is, usually parts like the legs or Ashley's ears.

Character references and my initial color picks, they went through small changes as I went along. I liked giving all the band members different sorts of rabbit ears to make them all look distinct from each other.

Here's some ideas for the Sapphic Disaster band logo and the comic's color palette, notice how Ashley is more vibrant than Ash.

While working I filled up numerous papers with doodles trying to workshop panels and layouts. It's too much to show all of them here, so I composed a few collages of my favorites.

It was pivotal for me that Ash would always look painfully cute. The sketch of the table scene with Floyd shows a rare out-of-character confident and laid-back Ash. In the presence of Floyd?! Never!

I was very concerned about the reader recognizing the old Ash when first seeing Ashley. She may be all excited about being a girl, but her nervous cluelessness remains. I ended up going back and redrawing two panels in Ashley's introduction to strengthen this impression.

For those not in the know, shoegaze is a rock subgenre that centers around noisey guitar textures, typically achieved through heavy use of effect pedals at the musicians feet; hence the name. When Ashley plays her guitar she produces a cacophony of strange sounds, the reader will have to imagine what they actually sound like, but I always imagined their opening number "I Wanna Be a Girl" to sound like a couple of amateurs trying to recreate Lush's Blackout.

The page where the band go around looking for Ashley while she's receiving her makeover was shoehorned in at a later stage for pacing purposes. That's why Gabriel is suddenly back to pulling cords after previously claiming they're all set, oops!

One of the core rules to this story is that everyone is always overly supportive of Ashley's transition no matter what. This is what makes the otherwise stern and serious Floyd especially funny, my girlfriend was pivotal in sprucing up his dialogue, adding bits like "have you seen the health care waiting lists?, "I know an endocrinologist who owes me a favor or two" and "give me 35% more danger"

Towards the end I discovered that Ashley and Debbie dancing was apparently the most important panel in the entire comic, judging by how much I tried to perfect it. (For the record, my favorite panel is when Ashley screams into the microphone that she wants to be a girl.) Maybe Ashley and Debbie dancing should've replaced the final full-page panel? Well, we got a lot of cute doodles out of it regardless. Just kiss already!

Initially I imagined Ashley to be standing alone in the "could this be the real me" final panel, but I realized her odd family of friends was equally a part of the real her. She was always right where she needed to be, she just needed to find herself within that place. (I ended up giving Ashley a cigarette because otherwise it looked like she was praying.)

Here are some ideas for the cover illustration, of course in 1:1 format to look like an album cover. Up until last minute I planned for the comic to have You Made Me Realize as its subtitle to distinguish it from eventual follow-ups, which is why the You Made Me Realize EP cover art is paraphrased in the top-middle. I ended up just going with Ashes to Ashley to keep it clean and simple. The title Ashes to Ashley was blurted out immediately by my girlfriend when I first showed her my concepts for the story. It's perfect, she's perfect.

I drew two Ashes and two Ashleys for the cover art and let my fingers smudge all over the latter. While most obviously riffing on the cover for My Bloody Valentine's Loveless, it's equally taking from the Ecstasy of Saint Theresa's Pigment.

And there you have it.

However I never intended this to be the full extent of Ashley's story, just a satisfying and complete end of a chapter. I've already finished writing the next story, Today Forever, and I hope I can get it out to you all soon enough. Your love for Ashley keeps me going.

/Kiki

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angelwings-crossbowstrings · 1 year ago

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Series Masterlist

Chapter 18

Warnings: Typical TWD violence and gore; male on female violence; allusions to female on male violence; threats of physical abuse; threats of SA; blood and injury

A/N: If you see grammatical errors, no you don’t. Please. I’m too tired to proofread tonight. I’ll fix tomorrow. 🩵

“Slow movements. Don’t wanna spook it.” You could feel his hot breath against your ear, making it difficult to focus on the buck a few yards away. The crossbow was heavier than your gun but Daryl insisted you’d take to it just as easily. “Take a breath.” You inhaled, deeply and quietly, and exhaled just the same. “Squeeze the trigger. Take the shot.”

There was little kickback but you held the weapon steady so as not to alter the bolt’s trajectory, watching the blurry figure of the deer crumble.

“Yes!” You exclaimed, lowering the crossbow and turning to beam at the archer. You just didn’t expect him to still be so close. Your nose bumped against his, but he didn’t pull away.

“Good job.” He praised, his voice quiet, his eyes on your mouth.

“You’re a great teacher.” Your head tilted of its own volition, breath mingling with his. You began to close the small space between you when something caught your eye. “Oh my god, Daryl. You’re bleeding!” You let the weapon fall in favor of pressing your palms against a hole in the bowman’s left shoulder. His breaths were coming quicker, face suddenly sweaty and pale.

The world appeared to turn around you, and though neither of you had moved, you were bowed over him then, maintaining constant pressure. Weapons were firing around you, screams echoing from all sides.

“What’s happening?”

“Run, Y/N.” Daryl rasped, pushing away your hands only for you to replace them over the wound. “Run.”

“I’m not leaving you!” You yelled. Your cheeks were damp but you couldn’t remember when you had started to cry.

“Ya have to. Now, go!” He snapped.

“No!” Something zipped past your head, so closely that it disturbed your hair. There was a dull thud of a bullet tearing into flesh behind you. “If we can get you up, we can make a break for it.” Looking around frantically, you realized with abject horror that none of the people fighting had faces. Just blurred, blank skin. “What the hell?” You came to realize next, that Daryl had quieted and stilled below you. Uttering his name as you lowered your gaze, you were met with the milky yellow eyes of a walker. Daryl.

His mouth opened suddenly, coming at you too fast for you to dodge. You did the only thing you could.

You screamed.

“Shut her up!”

Your eyes snapped open as you felt pressure leaving your throat, your body tumbling from somewhere to land on a cold floor in a crumpled heap. Coughing harshly, you blinked several times and looked around. An empty room, concrete floor and walls. No windows. The lighting was a pale red, making it nearly impossible to identify the man standing over you.

Oh, right.

Todd was trembling, likely with rage. You had managed a few solid punches and a deep, gouging bite to his hand before he’d been able to subdue you. You couldn’t help but wonder if Daryl would be proud.

If he was even still alive.

“Your little boy toy ruined the good thing we had going.” Jazz was pacing slowly in front of the door, the epitome of perfect calm. “Blood, sweat, and tears went into that club. A lot of sweat and even more blood.” He chuckled, strolling over to where you were levering yourself into a sitting position, crouching in front of you. You sneered at him when he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s gonna take some time to rebuild my club, and it’s gonna need to be your blood and sweat and tears this time.”

You filled your mouth with saliva, curling your lip before spitting into his eye. “You‘ve already taken enough from me.” Jazz smiled and pulled a handkerchief from his back pocket to dab at his eye. Your head jerked to the side, blood spraying from your mouth with the force of the back of his hand meeting your jaw.

“That’s the thing about whores like you.” His tone was so calm that it made you nauseous, the feel of his fingertips on your chin guiding your head back toward him only intensifying the discomfort. “You always have more to give. And give, you will.”

“Now, Jazz. Is that any way to treat a guest?” An unfamiliar voice sounded from the doorway, distracting the former club owner enough for you to jerk your head free of his hold. “Come on away from her.”

You pressed yourself closer to the wall, wary of the new presence. Jazz reluctantly stood and stepped back to allow the man room to approach. Kneeling down to your level, he studied you in a way that made your teeth itch. He held out a hand, Todd stepping forward to place his own handkerchief onto the awaiting palm.

“Word has it you’ve been spending time with the community holed up in that prison.” He stated, leaning to wipe away the blood on your lip and the bullet graze on your cheek with strokes that were too gentle. You offered him no answer, your chin quivering as you tipped it upward defiantly. “Not one for talking, I see.” He draped an arm over his knee and let the piece of fabric dangle between his fingertips.

“She was promised a dental procedure. I’m sure we can get her to talk, tell us the weaknesses.” Jazz leered at you.

“You’ll do no such thing.” The other man snapped, his eyes never leaving you. There was something about him. Something that made you fear him more than Todd, more than Jazz.

“Who are you?” You asked, your voice quivering, your head pressing against the wall when he reached for you. A whimper was stifled as his hand began to stroke your hair, your jaw, your collarbone.

“My name is Philip,” he grinned, the eyepatch over his right eye shifting slightly, “but most people call me the Governor.”

He was barely on his feet by the time he tumbled out of the tombs and onto the debris at the back of the prison. His pulse was throbbing in his shoulder, his shirt heavy and damp with blood from pulled stitches. He’d have to check them and change the bandage but it’d need to wait for him to catch his breath. His limbs were still uncoordinated, but the fog in his head was clearing. He’d managed to fight his way out, mostly out maneuvering the dead and only putting them down when he had no other option. He was too weak to take on them all, too out of it.

If he was going to get to you, he had to be smart.

Smart. He laughed wryly and struggled to a sitting position, using his good arm to keep himself upright. Nothing about what he was doing was smart. Smart would not be setting out alone while injured, much less at night. Daryl didn’t care about being smart, he cared about you.

Where were you? What were they doing to you? Were you hurt?

He had to grit his teeth against the pain when he’d gathered enough energy to get to his feet. The groans and snarls echoing from inside were getting too close and he was moving too slowly to wait any longer.

Climbing down the crumbled bricks and concrete was challenging but not impossible. He did pretty well, all things considered. The fence was open, gaping wide from whatever had blasted through before the group had settled. It was a way out for him, but a way in for the walkers. Another group he’d be forced to skirt around. He wished it was as simple as lathering up in guts and shuffling his way through. He inwardly groaned. Not an option with his wound.

“Christ.” He whispered, dodging and ducking. By the time he made it through the fence and behind a tree, he was sweating. His injury throbbed, nearly doubling him over. Daryl leaned his good shoulder against the rough bark, letting it take most of his weight, and closed his eyes.

“I have to go or he’ll kill you.” Your eyes were wet and shining, begging him to understand. He pleaded with you until he just couldn’t anymore, your tears spreading across his knuckles before you pressed your lips there instead. “Thank you, Daryl.” He couldn’t get his tongue to cooperate and settled on shaking his head, even as those same lips left his hand and met his cheek. “Goodbye.”

He couldn’t stop his voice once you pulled away, walking through the gates without looking back.

Daryl forced his eyes open and pushed away from the tree. He’d walk until he couldn’t. He’d search the roads for tracks. If he was lucky, his disappearance would bring the others. They would know that to find him, they would need to find you. If they got to you first, great. Getting you back was all that mattered. Keeping you safe.

If he became a casualty in achieving that goal, he was okay with that.

Heels traipsed loudly against the concrete, the resounding click clack giving you the urge to cover your ears. If you ever wore a pair of heels again, it would be much too soon.

Hushed voices spoke outside your door, the metal thick and hindering any hope of hearing the conversation. It wasn’t Jazz or Todd. Philip— the Governor —had ordered them away from you, slapping Jazz’s face when he disagreed. That had been a joy to witness.

You suppressed the natural urge to flinch when the door swung open to present a long-legged blonde. Her clothing was similar to the skimpy outfits you had been made to wear, sparkling under the red light. Definitely one of Jazz’s girls.

“My name’s Millie.” She said dismissively as the door closed behind her. It was clear she didn’t want to be there, looking for all the world like she had better things to do. “Boss said to bring you something to eat.” The tray in her hands was lifted slightly to draw your attention to it. Your eyes narrowed. You made no move to accept the offering. With a dramatic roll of her eyes, she placed the tray on the floor and used her foot to slide it toward you. “Don’t see why you get to eat the same thing he does anyway. What makes you so special?” Millie hissed.

The plate was piled high with meat, mashed potatoes, green beans, and a little slice of some sort of cake on a separate plate. A bottle of water was on its side, unopened. Your expression didn’t change. “Tell Jazz I don’t want it.” Using the tips of your toes, you pushed it back.

Millie scoffed. “Jazz didn’t send it. If it were up to him, you’d starve. Rightfully so for fucking some redneck trash after he burned down the one good thing we—”

“Watch it.” You warned, shifting forward as if you were about to get up. The blonde took two steps back.

“The Governor sent the food. Eat or don’t. I don’t give a shit.” She spat, heading to the door with her fist raised to alert the guard.

“You don’t have to stay here.” You returned to your previous position, pulling up your knees to wrap your arms around them. “I got out. You can too.”

“Are you stupid? You know what’s out there.” Millie replied, not turning around. You had never seen her before but you didn’t see much of anyone at the old club. You’d be let out on the floor only on occasion. Other girls had been sent in to tend to your wounds after a beating but you could never remember their faces, their voices distorted in your pain induced haze.

“Yeah, I know what’s out there. There’s a lot of bad stuff. Terrifying, actually.” Resting your chin on your knees, you summoned images of Beth carrying Judith, Maggie smiling up at Glenn in the watchtower, Rick teasing the man when they changed shifts. You could see Carol smiling in that gentle way that just made everything feel alright.

And then you saw Daryl. When he offered you berries, bowing his head so you wouldn’t be afraid. When he smirked at you the first time you fired the gun. When he watched over you from a distance while you practiced. You could remember the warmth of his arms when you clung to him after the run. The comforting smell of smoke and leather.

You released a shaky breath and wiped away a stray tear, sniffling quietly. “Not everything out there is dark and scary. There’s good too. It makes all the terrible things worth it.” Blinking away more tears, your eyes flitted up to Millie, watching you with an expression that could only be described as yearning.

“I’ll, uh, just have to take your word for it.” She finally whispered, tapping on the door. “You should really eat.”

And then she was gone and you were alone again with only the memories you were holding onto for comfort. You’d forgotten so much of your life before the club. The fear of losing what you had found after was devastating. You had to make it out of there or die trying. You couldn’t fathom the possibility of being so lost inside your own mind again, so submissive to the twisted needs of any other person.

Maybe you couldn’t find your way back to the prison. In fact, you had no idea which way to go even if you did escape, but fuck that. You’d take your chances. You’d give it your all to make it back to them. Because maybe you could.

If Daryl was alive, you would give everything to see him again.

By late afternoon, Daryl’s head was swimming. He had patched up his shoulder with steri strips. Not the best option for a bullet wound, but they would hold it closed and were easily replaceable should one tear loose. He had emptied the canteen but hadn’t come across any water to refill it just yet. His stomach rumbled with hunger, but that would need to wait. He could find a squirrel or a rabbit before searching out a place to crash for a while. Maybe he’d come across some of the berries you loved so much, could pack some away to give to you when he found you.

He had made his way toward the road, careful to stay out of sight while watching for any sign of tire tracks or other indicators of activity that could lead him to the club. He shoved down the pessimism that screamed he’d never find you and pressed on.

The others had to know he was gone by now. He could almost envision Carol’s furious expression upon finding the cell empty. And how could he even begin to blame her? He was a survivalist. He knew how to take care of himself, what to pack, what not to pack. This? This wasn’t him at all. He’d run away like a child sneaking out their window, sacrificing sufficient planning in fear he’d be busted before he could make it away from his mattress. He had been reckless, impulsive.

For you.

Fuck, he was in deep.

He didn’t know how to navigate these emotions. He’d never allowed anyone that close. Somehow, he felt that there were no missed opportunities, that you were the first. It terrified him to depths of his soul to acknowledge that he would be completely content to let you be the last. The only.

Daryl was likely headed down a path that would end in nothing good. That had been the story of his life. You probably didn’t feel the same way about him, and he couldn’t blame you. Especially given what men had been doing to you for so long. The fact that you had warmed up to him at all was in itself nothing short of a miracle.

“Thank you, Daryl.”

“Goodbye.”

That wasn’t good enough for him. If you ever left, it would be on your terms and for your benefit. He’d be damned if he let anyone else take something from you. You finally had a home and friends and choices.

He realized too late that he was falling, his knee meeting the forest floor with a muted thud. Breathing unsteadily, he lowered himself to both knees and tilted his head toward the sun. He only had a couple of hours until nightfall. At this rate, his body would give out if he didn’t rest and replenish fluids, get some calories, he’d never make it to you.

Water became priority. He could do without food, but dehydration from recent blood loss and exertion would do him in long before hunger would. Staggering from tree to tree, he fought off the darkness at the edge of his vision. If he passed out where he was, becoming a walker buffet was the most likely outcome.

It took at least another agonizing mile before he heard the sound of rushing water. A river.

“Fucking finally.” He panted, begging his trembling legs to hold him up just a little longer.

Water from natural sources wasn’t ideal in the best of circumstances, but given the state of the world, water just had to be water. He would not be building a fire, so he couldn’t boil it. He didn’t have a pot to use anyway. River water was at least flowing, making it the safer option versus stagnant lake water.

He was careful when lowering to his knees, feeling weak and off balance. Losing consciousness only to tumble into a river would not lead to a happy ending for that day.

“Damnit.” He groaned, pulling the bag from his shoulder, followed by his crossbow. The ache was constant but he felt instant relief with the added weight removed. He cupped his hands and leaned down to gulp greedily, drinking and drinking until he was certain he would vomit. Dropping forward to let his good arm hold his weight, he fought to catch his breath, willed his body to stop trembling.

He was slow to dig out the canteen, filling it to the brim and placing it back inside his bag. Goddamn, he was tired. Beyond it. Still, he couldn’t rest yet. He needed food and somewhere of relative safety.

Getting back to his feet was even more difficult than before, his legs threatening to give up the ghost. Fuck. Nearly crawling, he sorted through twigs and leaves and sticks until he happened upon one that appeared sturdy enough to hold his weight. Using the newfound walking stick, he struggled upright, panting from the small amount of effort.

Maybe he’d forgo eating and just find a place to rest. He could always eat the next day. He wouldn’t starve.

Moving with a bit more ease thanks to the stick, he made his way back toward the road, filled with a futile hope of finding some sort of structure he could barricade. By the time he saw the old moving van in the ditch, he was ready to just lie down on the forest floor and hope for the best.

The others could find him there, but he was too tired to care. He could no longer think clearly, struggling to open the back door when it should have been an act a toddler could complete. Climbing slowly into the back, he pulled the door closed behind him, groaning from the effort. The back was blessedly empty, giving him ample room. The locks were power operated so he’d have to take his chances with the living. The dead would shuffle right on by. He never had a chance to settle in or have some water, even plan his next move.

He was unconscious before his head met the floor.

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fuckmeyer · 2 years ago

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Jasper as a character is so interesting because he ends up a Confederate because he can't actually empathise with the slaves and because he simply accepts cruelty around him, and then when he becomes a vampire he literally can't ignore others suffering because it hurts him, but even decades after he becomes a Vegetarian he still can't get a hang of it partially because he still can't see humans as *people*. Idk there's smth to be said about him becoming a vampire because of his own cruelty and then being eternally in horrific pain because of said cruelty that fucks.

Jasper's whole life is a curse & i love to see it

here we have a Confederate supposedly so empathetic that he acquired a "gift"... yet not so empathetic as to recognize he was fighting for the enslavement of an entire race. despite seeing the consequences of slavery literally every day. now, the man who spent his last human days denying the humanity in others is forced to spend his immortal life being slapped in the face with their emotions. forever. hueeueueueu-

yeah, i would call that "gift" a curse, actually.

if Twilight weren't a horror story, we might see a discussion between Jasper/Bella about how immortality forces you to confront the darker side of your nature (e.g. "there will come a day when the societal beliefs imbued unto you leaves you standing on the wrong side of history"), & Jasper's journey with finding love & humanity. OR, y'know, he could've just had ONE (1) line where he says "yeah i'm not proud of my service." simply, if Twilight weren't a horror, Jasper could see the error of his ways & change for the better.

HOWEVER. Twilight vampires are "mentally frozen" when they turn, so Jasper is likely still a racist who does not regret his service. no matter how many times he is confronted with his cruelty, he won't change. meaning whatever life he chooses, his gift dooms him.

wow! eternal curse!

we see evidence of this frozen mental state in his decision to go vegetarian. he doesn't switch bc he feels bad about killing humans:

"I could feel everything my prey was feeling. And I lived their emotions as I killed them. [...] You've experienced the way I can manipulate the emotions around myself, Bella, but I wonder if you realize how the feelings in a room affect me." (Eclipse, Ch 13)

note the dehumanizing term "prey" & the focus on himself. he laments not that the human lives he's taking have value but that their dying moments harsh his vibe.

the irony! trapped as an empath while never possessing the ability to be an empath! CURSE CURSE C-

herein lies a bigger, juicier curse: Jasper is, himself, (hot take) enslaved in the sense that he will never know freedom, philosophically speaking, due to the choices he made in life. the series tries to paint him as a master tactician & competent leader; fanon often paints him as a free-thinking amoral black sheep. in reality, he simply obeys the commands of higher authorities & abides by their worldview regardless of how toxic it is to himself or others.

in the beginning, he had María.

he entered the Southern Vampire Wars not by his own volition but stayed because he was content not having a choice. however one feels about María, the fact of the matter is 1) as a newborn he was stronger, bigger, & faster than her & could have run away or overpowered her, 2) had the "gift" to identify emotions & could KNOW when/if she was malicious or manipulating him, & 3) could have escaped by influencing her emotions to make her disinterested in him. at any time in the 100 years they were together, he could have left. he talks about never knowing a life outside the war & discovering "options I'd never dreamed I had." ok???? run 100 miles in any direction & you would have seen a life outside of war. BOI-

instead, he took comfort in being submissive & adopting someone else's ideology. not only did it remind him of his past, but it meant he had no need to reflect on his actions or beliefs. he prefers others dictate his worldview & order him around even if it means being unhappy. he only left because he was going to be assassinated, & even then, it wasn't until someone else told him another life was possible that he "realized" another life was possible.

notably, the period where he's most free— living with Peter & Charlotte— is his rock-bottom where "the depression got worse." but, again, not because he realized the value of human life: "I was so wearied by killing [...] even mere humans."

then he meets Alice.

Alice, who has visions of being vegetarian & converts him so they can live with the Cullens. Alice, who dictates how her family should live their lives to the point where she manipulates them. Alice, who goes so far as to dress the Cullens, who orders Jasper to wait in the car while she & Bella go shopping, who Jasper refers to as "truly [...] one frightening little monster" because for all his experience she can still beat him in combat.

his eternal soulmate is authority.

despite being unhappy with his vegetarian life, as it makes him feel weak & coddled & a liability to everyone around him, he follows the lifestyle because Alice tells him to.

then there's the Volturi, another authoritative body. "We owe the Volturi for our present way of life," says acclaimed bootlicker Jasper Hale, who in the same moment shudders at the atrocities they committed, yet strangely sees no other way for a governing body to keep the peace... so... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

but, since Carlisle outranks the Volturi as an authoritative figure in that he more closely aligns with Jasper's new worldview, Jasper sees no problem deposing the vampiric governing body if it means his sister-in-law of like 2 months can keep her demonic spawn. so i guess we don't really owe the Volturi that much

to his credit, we see glimmers of him questioning his leaders: 1) his decision to leave Maria, 2) his considering switching diets to defeat Victoria, & 3) going against the Volturi. but, again, these decisions are all just a result of his self-preservation & submitting to the higher authority du jour.

in the end, he has the perfect storm of conditions that would allow him to escape the prison he's created, to find freedom & to love humanity unconditionally... but he won't. Jasper's ultimate curse is that regardless of whether he realizes the enslavement of his own self, he will never leave his cage because it's cozy & easy & allows him to never think for himself.

AAAANYWAY Jasper's life sucks & he's trapped in an eternal prison of his own making. lol

#twilight #twilight renaissance #the twilight saga #jasper hale #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #you're right there really is something to be said about jasper the shitfuck confederate ending up in this situation!!!#like it would be tragic if it wasn't so comedic and if he didn't display a modicum of self-awareness!!!!#you make a great point about how he accepts cruelty his whole life and even when he's unable to ignore it he just is forced to accept it fo #ever #the absolute *chefs kiss* curse. smeyer coudlnt have written a better curse if she tried #in fact i do believe ALL the cullen gifts are actually curses in their own way #and it's so delicious to think about it that way #god i just love thinking about twilight as a horror #you're right riote- It Fucks #thanks for sending this my way!#cheers~

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