onyxthemagicman

[onyxthemagicman]

i keep thinking about morality, worthiness, and how real the problems feel in prime defenders so people will hear about it

also spoilers for a lot of pd if you couldn't have guessed

please ignore how disorganized and probably misinformed this is

what i mostly think about when im thinking about morality and worthiness is everyone's favorite greyscale arc.

with williams perspective, it shows desperation. desperation to be worthy of the title of being a hero. william is probably one of the least heroic of the bunch, and shows the most moral grayness. william has these powers from dying, and he was basically shown that he was supposed to be this superhero because he has these powers, but he believes he isn't, due to him being cowardly and timid (surprisingly similar to gillion but thats a different convo). at a point, it would make the most sense that he would have this need to save people, and when given the chance, he would try to save people, the only reason he hasn't done much is because he's weak. in belltech, he wanted to trust his brother because he's family, and he should trust him. wanting to trust his brother, he listened to the fact that it could save people, and with the combined desperation to do so, he went as far as he had to so he could fulfill his goal of being able to save people. (i could also talk about cantrips death but that would make this too long)

dakotas perspective is harder to explain in one word, but in a way, it shows both him and marks desperation. they're both desperate to save ashe. dakota cares about life, and saving people. he wants to save ashe, but he is devoted to being a hero. he goes to fight mark, but they both fight for ashe. they fight for the same cause, with different methods. mark wants revenge. he wants revenge against the prime defenders for not protecting him, or revenge against the heroes for not doing anything. in eachothers eyes, they fight with the wrong methods. mark seems to think that dakota fights for fame, to be known as a hero, but mark wants to fight without recognition. dakota thinks the opposite. they hate eachother, but they have the same goal. dakota wants so save people, but ashe was his friend. mark wants to save ashe. he may not be the greatest father, but he loves ashe. he doesn't want to lose ashe like he lost his wife.

or i could just be overanalyzing this idk

[onyxthemagicman]

weylin co warehouse

hi hello! this is the gabe account ^^ here’s the transcript for a recent rp done w the weylinco account, hope putting it here works for the moment so u have access to it because it’s like nearly 6am for me and i’ve spent the past several hours working on it 😂 i’m so tired

general tw for body horror, experimentation, gore, etc 😅 it gets a little gross but most of it isn’t super detailed or described a lot, mostly concise phrasing of what’s happening and not much else

@th3-unseen-backup

lmk if there’s anything i need to fix ^^

[Begins recording. Sounds of struggle, muffled cursing and shouting; Grainy footage shows Montez, G. being strapped to an operating table by Weylin, Vex, Weylin. Viv standing nearby.]

Weylin, Vex. : Now now, kicking and screaming won't make this any less painful, Gabe!

Montez, G. : [Panicked] FUCK FUCK FUCK, LET ME GO, I- I DIDNT DO ANYTHING, I DIDNT- [Monez, G. continues struggling, fighting against the straps as they finish strapping him down. His flailing is weak, and some of his preexisting stitches pop.]

Weylin, Viv. : Okay, and? We just need some of the metal plating we left in you back. If you stay still, perhaps it won't be so torturous. [She applies the final strap and takes a step back.]

Montez, G. : [Eyes are wide, going still for a moment.] YOU- YOU BASTARDS! I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO YOU, SOME FUCKING METAL PLATING?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! LET ME GO, FUCK, PLEASE- [Voice cracks slightly. He resumes thrashing with even more vigor futilely.]

Weylin, Vex. : [Looks over the Weylin, Viv., eyebrows raised.] Wow, he sure is talkative today! Shall we cut off the tounge?

Weylin, Viv. : [Contemplative.] I think so, brother. I'm not in the mood to listen to his non-stop jabbering and begging. [Moves to a metal cart to the side, grabbing medical scissors.]

Montez, G. : [Freezes, stunned and terrified, teeth bared.] P-Please, fuck, please no- [as she gets closer his head starts snapping from side to side, shaking his head violently.] NONONO PLEASE, PLEASE-

Weylin, Viv. : [Exasperated, leaning forward and waving the scissors.] Stop begging and we won't have to cut your tongue off. Can you get that through your thick skull or am I to put a hole in it so you do understand?

Montez, G. : [Gasps.] S-Sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry- [Voice gets quieter, mumbling, terrified.] Please, please, I'm sorry-..

Weylin, Vex, : [Rolls his eyes.] Great, now he's apologizing too. [Leans against the table, sighing.] I can't stand anymore of this blathering. Viv, cut it off!

Weylin, Viv. : Of course. [Grabs his jaw roughly, forcing his mouth open, and cutting out his tongue, setting it to the side carelessly, turning around to prep their other equipment absentmindedly.]

Montez, G. : [Screams loudly, blood spewing out of his mouth. Sobs, trying to move against the restraints.] GAH, HEHHP, PLEHZ, HEHHP- [PT: Help, please, help. End PT.]

Weylin, Vex. : [Groans, running a hand through his hair and grabbing a scalpel with the other, holding the sharp edge of it to Montez, G.'s throat, digging it in slightly.] Listen here, you ungrateful little shit. We've spent hours modifying you. We've put our blood, sweat, and metaphorical tears into fixing you. We sacrificed our resources, spent thousands of dollars to make you better, make you stronger, and this is how you repay us!?

Without us, you wouldn't even exist in the minds of the people you care about. We've done wonders for you, practically preformed miracles in your life and this is the way you treat us!? We are your makers, Gabriel Montes. And we can take you out of this world as fast as you were put in it.

[He is nose to nose with Montez, G. when he finishes, lip curled hatefully.]

Montez, G. : [Tries to move away from the scalpel at his throat, eyes closed tightly with fear, crying more. Whimpers, biting his lip to muffle any other pained sounds. Slowly nods, resigned.]

Weylin, Viv. : [Satisfied.] Good. He's finally quiet. Vex, [Turns to him.] Are you ready for the procedure?

Weylin, Vex. : Always. [Backs away from Montez, G., moving to the cart and surveying the implements there excitedly.] Sister, should we use the injections still or try a new approach? [Grins broadly at the pun.]

Weylin, Viv. : [Tilts her head, nodding.] Why not try something new? It'll be fun. What did you have in mind?

Montez, G. : [Breathing quickly and shallowly instinctively, blood dripping from his lips. Sobs quietly, but is mostly still.]

Weylin, Vex. : [Grinning widely, sifting through vials on the cart.] Well, lethal injection is fun and all, but synthetic chemicals get boring after a while. We've seen all their effects, we all know how it goes. Now, I'm not suggesting we drop them completely, but rather, we use new liquids. That's why I would like to try holy water on him! [Triumphantly holds up a vial of pure steel, moving it from side to side playfully.]

Montez, G. : [Head jerks up, choking on the blood in his mouth. Tries to speak but only gurgles around the blood, eyes wide and terrified.]

Weylin, Viv. : [Claps her hands together, thrilled.] Amazing idea, Vex! I wonder, would he boil from the inside? Would he become some new type of being? [Begins prodding at Montez, G., considering the best place to inject the holy water.] This'll be a brilliant experiment, I tell you.

Montez, G. : [Tenses, trying to move away uselessly. Whimpers, tilting his head to the side and draining blood out from his mouth.]

Weylin, Vex. : [Fills a syringe with the holy water carefully.] I have high hopes for this, it'll be a shame if it doesn't work. [Sticks the syringe into Montez, G.'s cervical plexus, injecting it into his neck.]

Weylin, Viv. : [Watching Montez, G. carefully for reactions.] A shame, indeed. Though, we could always recycle his limbs if he just pathetically dies here.

Montez, G. : [Is still for a long moment, before his body jolts, gasping loudly. His neck twists to the side, back arching as he begins screaming, red tears running down his face. His nails scrabble against the operating table as he writhes, his veins becoming slightly illuminated with a pale golden glow from within.]

Weylin, Viv. : Fascinating.. [She quickly grabs a clipboard, scrawling her observations down.] Glowing veins, clearly very painful...

Weylin, Vex. : [Is visibly thrilled, clapping his hands together.] Oh, brilliant! I know I'm full of great ideas but this one might be my best yet!

Montez, G. : [Screaming continuously shrilly, occasionally sobbing, his mouth fixed open with his eyes screwed shut.]

Weylin, Vex. : [Gasps.] His blood! It's glowing as well! [Points at some of the blood coming out of Montez, G.'s mouth.]

Weylin, Viv. : [Gasps as well, leaning in for a closer look.] This really has proven to be a worthwhile experiment, huh? [Grins at Weylin, Vex., and continues to take thorough notes.]

Montez, G. : [Slowly begins to stop screaming after several minutes, writhing less as the holy blood is drained from his body from his blood loss. He is left exhausted and shaking, chest heaving and tears running down his face.]

Weylin, Viv. : It's finished? [Smiles and sets the clipboard down, walking over to Gabe.] How are you feeling? [Montez, G. doesn't respond.] Oh, right, you can't speak. [Laughs.]

Montez, G. : [Gasps, dribbling more blood out of his mouth, coughing weakly and groaning.]

Weylin, Viv. : [Amused.] Utterly pathetic. [Walks away towards a cart.] You're already so weak and we've barely even started the procedure.

Montez, G. : [Tries to scowl, but just looks defeated. Blood covers his chin and cheeks, misery coating his face. He looks gaunt and frail.]

Weylin, Viv. : [Seeing how defeated he looks, her smile turns more sadistic.] At least for once you're quiet and docile! That makes it easier for us. [Grabs a pair of medical scissors, inspecting it for a moment, before shrugging, walking back over to Montez, G., and places the blade against his stomach.] I'll count down from 5 and start cutting after 1, okay?

Montez, G. : [Eyes widen, frightened, before screwing his eyes shut again, bracing himself. He looks about an inch away from a panic attack, sobbing quickly.]

Montez, G. : Alright. Five. Four. Three. Two- [Slices into his skin ruthlessly.] Oops. I went a little too early. [Unapologetic.]

Montez, G. : [Makes a noise between a shriek and yelp, head jerking to the side in pain. Puts effort into not moving his main body to lesson how bad it is, seemingly from experience. Bites on his lip, trying to compose himself, a tooth going through his lip with the force.]

Weylin, Vex. : [Watches intently as the incisions are made in Montez, G., sticking his ungloved fingers in the wounds and pulling them open to widen the gaps. Flesh tearing is audible.]

Montez, G. : [Gasps, biting down harder on his lip, eyes trying to press even further closed. Digs his nails into his palms, trying not to jerk his body away. Has not stopped crying.]

Weylin, Vex. : [Annoyed.] It was foolish to think cutting of your tongue would shut you up. You never listen, no matter how many punishments we give you. [Wrist deep inside Montez, G.'s abdomen, seeming to be feeling around for something, moving his organs around. Looks up after a while, turning on the overhead light to get a better view, frowning slightly.] Viv, I don't see it.

Weylin, Viv. : What? You don't see the metal plates? [Leans over to peer in as well.]

Weylin, Vex. : No, where did we put it again?

Weylin, Viv. : Should be around the back.

Weylin, Vex. : Alright, let me just... [Begins removing Montez, G.'s intestines carelessly, tongue sticking out slightly as he looks for the plating.] Ow, fuck! [Winces, pulling his hand out and shaking it.]

Montez, G. : [Shaking violently trying to keep himself from screaming. Air hisses through the hole in his lip, blood dripping from his mouth. His head is moving involuntarily from side to side, as if silently pleading.]

Weylin, Viv. : Are you okay, Vex? [Looks at his hand.] I presume you found the plate?

Weylin, Vex. : Yes, I just forgot how sharp it was. [Shakes out his hand some more, scowling.]

Weylin, Viv. : Be careful then, Vex. We wouldn't want you out of commission for our next surgery, now would we? [Grabs a flashlight and shines it into Gabe's chest cavity.]

Weylin, Vex. : [Rolls his eyes, sticking his hands back into the cavity, pulling at plating. He huffs.] Get the drill, Viv. The metal is bolted in.

Weylin, Viv. : Yes yes, I'll get it. [Hurries over to a cabinet and takes out a drill before turning it on a few times, making sure it works.] I've got it. [Walks back and hands it to Weylin, Vex.]

Weylin, Vex. : [Takes it from her and begins drilling into Montez, G.'s spine. Blood and organs spray across his face, but he remains unblinking. Once the bolts are loosened, he removes the metal plate with a grunt.] One down, two more to go.

Montez, G. : [Has gone mostly silent, tears still falling down his face, otherwise motionless. His nails are still firmly in his palms, but he seems wholly unaware of his surroundings.]

Weylin, Vex. : [Continues to remove the plates in silence for several moments, tossing them to the side once he's finished, grinning triumphantly.] There we go! Now time for the real operation! [Looks over to Waylin, Viv.] Sister, are you ready?

Weylin, Viv. : [Turns to Weylin, Vex.] Yes, I'm ready.

Weylin, Vex. : [Begins removing Montez, G.'s limbs.]

Weylin, Viv. : [As they're removed, she takes them and sets them off to the side to be reused.]

Weylin, Vex. : Are you afraid of bugs, Gabe?

Montez, G. : [His movements are slow, almost hazy. He seems to slowly regain awareness of his surrounding, processing the question and the removal of his limbs. Eyes snap open, screaming once more, sounding more panicked than he was earlier.]

Weylin, Viv. : I take that as a yes, you are afraid? [Scoffs before looking down at him condescendingly.] I must apologize, then, as you're going to become very acquainted with them soon.

Montez, G. : [Begins crying even harder than before, bleeding profusely from his tears, his removed tongue, and the several open wounds and severed limbs. His head begins to sway, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Passes out and goes fully limp.]

[There is snickering, and the procedure continues. End recording.]