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aealzx · 1 year ago

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Don was quick to return with a modest sized tablet, tapping in several different passwords as he opened folders and applications to pull up each video feed that was relevant on screen. Only then did he pass the device over to Leon, who took it with a half voiced thanks before leaning back against Leatherhead and Donnie. Lil Mikey was then pulled fully into his lap with a follow up pat before Leon silently skimmed through the videos. There was hours worth of data, but at least it was easy for Leon to speed up the feed to get through it quicker. A convenient toggle on screen pulled back and forth to fast forward or rewind.

Leon honestly didn’t care how the others had broken into the base, and it seemed it wasn’t on record anyway since the beginning of the heist was masked by looped video. It was strangely easier to see the torment Donnie went through without having the emotions to go with it, but Leon still clenched his jaw in residual anger. A slight smirk briefly interrupted the mood when he watched the Donnie in the video chomp down on someone’s arm. Served them right. Everything that he saw in the video ended up lining up with what Don had explained to him, and where Donnie was currently bandaged. Though Leon’s eyes did furrow watching them place two bags of his brother’s blood on their cart. If he hadn’t already been told Donnie had destroyed the entire base, Leon would have added draining the same amount of blood from them to the list.

At the point of Donnie breaking free Leon switched over to the video with Lil Mikey. There was no sound with the visuals, he didn’t want Lil Mikey to get overly curious about what he was seeing. But while he couldn’t hear what they were saying Leon still noted the way the others, the adults, treated his little brother. Their hands were careful, their patience long, and actions willing to help. It was… strange. Their group was the first on the move, so Leon had to switch through several video feeds to follow them, smiling in pride for a moment as Lil Mikey definitely stole the highest knockout count by a long shot. But it was obvious after a while that the mask Don had given him wasn’t as efficient. The pessimist in Leon’s mind accused them of faulty gear. But it was easy to quickly confirm that Lil Mikey’s head was just too small.

Then, once again, these new mutants took care of Lil Mikey almost as if he were one of their own brothers. Leon easily followed the bullet hitting his brother, and watched curiously as Raphael pulled Lil Mikey close and most likely called for help once they were behind a barricade. And Leon had to raise a brow and give a soft huff of amusement at Mikey taking down the one responsible. The first three hits were more than enough. The next five hits to the unconscious soldier calmed the rage that had been budding in Leon’s heart.

Moments later Leon watched Donnie break through the wall, causing him to pause on that video and go back to the others to track Donnie’s course. There wasn’t much to follow, once Donnie reached the rooms the feed tended to go black moments after. But seeing the rooms beforehand, one had been where their stolen equipment had been stored, and another had been where the employees had taken the samples from Donnie. A separate video feed from outside that room showed a vibrating camera, and smoke trailing out of the room soon after. Apparently Donnie had annihilated everything in that room long before blowing the base up as well. Of course he would make sure nothing of them remained in Augustine’s hands. That was one of the main responsibilities he’d adopted from an early age. To make sure no one found them, physically or digitally.

Going back to the video where everyone else was, Leon only watched for a moment more before he relatively sped through the end. Donnie had protected them. He had trusted the others to take care of Lil Mikey, and protected them as well. Both Lil Mikey, and Donnie, had faith in their counterparts.

It was enough.

Skimming through Leo kicking Augustine, then addressing Donnie with the same tenderness as the rest of his brothers. Leon eventually let out a sigh and tilted his head back. He felt exhausted after having a large source of stress massaged out of his mind. He was still wary, but only because that was how he always was. Looking up to Leatherhead, who had just patiently been staying still for the near half an hour Leon had been researching, Leon gave him a regular smile.

Seeing the change in demeanor, Leatherhead rumbled a soft chuckle. “I take it you’ve found the answers you sought?” he asked, returning Leon’s smile with one of his own.

“...Most of them,” Leon responded, pushing away the necessary emotions starting to bud. There was no need for sheepishness, or indignancy, or any of those other hindrances right then. Sitting up again, Leon fondly rubbed Lil Mikey’s back, noting that Lil Mikey had fallen fully asleep now. Good. He needed it. Pulling his gaze up to the others, who were also patiently sitting where they had been, Leon eventually held the tablet back out to Don, his gaze sliding to the air off to the side as he pouted slightly. “...Thanks.” He spoke more clearly this time, expressing actual gratitude for what he’d seen, as well as what they had done with him. Then, remembering recent events, he shrank in on himself slightly. “...And sorry… For kicking your ass…”

“Hey!” Raphael blurted, though his retort broke off in a laugh as he shook his head. That wasn’t a fully proper apology according to someone else’s book, but Raphael didn’t care. It was an apology in words Leon chose, and that was better.

Don and Master Splinter also chuckled quietly, which made Leo unable to hold back a smile as well. When Leon wasn’t being aggressively defensive, he actually wasn’t that threatening at all.

“Are you feeling a little better?” Don asked, eyes flicking to the bandage on Leon’s head, as well as giving him a visual once over once again. Raphael ended up rubbing his nose to hide a smile, knowing Don was holding back from jumping forward and giving Leon a full exam.

“...Yeah,” Leon admitted, feeling a little subdued. “I still have some questions, but… Let’s get these two back to proper beds first…”

Let’s. Raphael noted the all inclusive term and had to grin. It seemed the kid was willing to start trusting them now. “Sure thing. Want some help with the lil guy?” he agreed, gesturing to Lil Mikey.

“No, I got him. Just…. Show me where you want him to stay for now,” Leon requested, still finding it hard to fully relent to being taken care of and directed around by them.

“Back in the infirmary would probably be best. Just in case,” Don directed, getting to his feet and gesturing to the room next to them that was obscured by patterned drapes.

Scooping Lil Mikey up in a well practiced motion, Leon looked back to make sure Leatherhead was going to follow them as Don led them beyond the drapes. It was only once he crossed the barrier that Leon got to absorb just how much they had. Equipment Leon had only seen in media. Dozens of cabinets of supplies. Eight beds easily filling only part of the room. A surgical area in the back. Leon helplessly let out a coo of awe as his mouth dropped open, scanning the room with wide eyes and completely missing Raphael snickering at the reaction. Turning to Don, all the other questions Leon had had fled his mind to be replaced by the single one he blurted. “Can I borrow your infirmary?”

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I totally crashed and slept like 45 hours straight other than pee breaks and water X'DD Then aside from that I've been working on a behemoth Fate collab, so I didn't get to this one until today.

#my art #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #cross dimension kidnapping #rise + 2003 crossover #writing #fanfic #long post

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yanderes-galore · 7 months ago

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Could you write a scenario for 2012! Commander Mozar with a mutant darling?

Some time ago, you said that you wanted to add more horror to your stories. Well, I hope this idea is horrific enough for you. It takes place in Annihilation: Earth! Part 2 of the 2012 TMNT show. But things happen differently in this different timeline. The turtles fail like in the show, but Fugitoid never shows up to save them, causing all four of them to be consumed by the black hole. But the worst thing is that the triceratons, specifically Mozar, decided to spare the reader, a mutant, by capturing and locking them in their ship. Why exactly? Humans were all over the planet, but a mutant is special. They could serve as an exotic souvenir from the planet they just annihilated. It is a desperate situation for the reader and there is no hope of escape. They saw Splinter getting stabbed in the back, all their friends dying, the planet getting destroyed and now they're just a prize/pet for an alien commander.

Sure! I watched both episodes to know what to write for this :) Here you go!

Survivor Syndrome

Yandere! Captain Mozar with Mutant! Darling Story

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Kidnapping, Isolation, Mind break implied (Darling), Mass death, Manipulation, Dark themes, Darling has Survivor's Guilt, Dehumanization (Technically), Darling is a pet, Forced companionship/relationship.

You swore if your heart beat any harder you'd die of a heart attack. Your breathing was rapid as you look around your surroundings. You were in a cell... cuffed like an animal.

Perhaps you really were just an animal... you've been one since becoming a mutant.

The memories kept echoing in your mind. The black hole, Splinter dying, being kidnapped. You grit your teeth...

Everyone's dead... not just Splinter... far as you know everyone is.

Everyone except you.

Now look at you. Stuck in a cage like some exotic animal. It didn't matter what you looked like as a mutant... The Triceratons would still deem you unique. They didn't want to let you die like the rest.

Perhaps the fate of your companions was... better than this?

You aren't sure.

"Do you still cower in your cage, creature?" A deep voice greets you, heavy footsteps standing in front of your cell. "Pardon... Mutant is the term, no?"

Captain Mozar....

You hesitantly look up, eyes catching the blue eye of the commanding Triceraton. You grit your teeth and not answer. The captain merely chuckles softly.

"You really are interesting... Hard to believe something like you was once human." Mozar hums, looking at you as you press yourself against your cell with a smile.

"I wish I was still human! That way my fate would've been like the others!" You cry, Mozar tilting his head at your sudden defiance.

"Hm... your anger is understandable." Mozar comments, leaning down to get a better look at you. "But we have plans for you... Good plans."

The Triceraton chuckles, watching as you growl at him. You were such a strange creature... unique to Earth and now the only one of your kind. Oddly enough... He felt a bit drawn to you.

"I want nothing to do with your plans. Can't you just... Toss me out the airlock?" You ask, Mozar looking unimpressed at the suggestion.

"No. Where's the fun in that?" Mozar chuckles, tapping on the cell. "You have no choice but to stay here, pet."

"... What did you just call me?" You ask, staring up at the towering alien while he watches you with intrigue.

"Well, why do you think I decided to keep you?" Mozar grins under his metal plate. "A mutant like you is exotic... a pet... you'll grow used to your new role."

You push yourself away from the cell door cage when Mozar pulls out something from behind him. You make it out to be a chain... a leash. You really were just an animal now...

A pet for Captain Mozar to enjoy.

"Best you don't fight." Mozar warns, opening the cell door. "Besides... What else do you have to fight for, Earthling?"

You feel yourself yanked out by Mozar, cold metal clamping around your neck. You pull against the leash but ultimately end up choking yourself instead. So instead... you try to stay compliant.

"There's nothing for you... except for me." The Triceraton taunts, pulling you closer by the leash so he can stare you down. "I'm all you have now, aren't I? I'm your new master... your everything."

"What if I don't comply?" You hiss, Mozar harshly pulling the leash to choke you.

"Then you'll break." Mozar threats, chuckling as you pull at your new restraints. "I either gain your obedience now... or I break you to gain it later."

The Triceraton then walks you around the room, an attempt to get you used to the leash and your new role. It felt nice to be out of the cage... but you felt yourself crumbling. His words really got to you...

All because they were indeed true.

"What's it going to be?" Mozar hums, turning back to watch you. "Will you listen to me..."

He then yanks the chain down, making you collapse harshly to your knees with a whine.

"Or will I have to break you? Your choice, pet."

#yandere teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere tmnt #yandere tmnt 2012 #yandere commander mozar #yandere captain mozar

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brittlefcrged · 1 month ago

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honestly though you should definitely let me write you a starter in the bprd agent verse because one: it's one of very few verses where reese is not wholly self destructive (but that might be because she thinks she's actually indestructible so it doesn't matter if she gets hurt anyway but also she has a purpose and understands her powers so that also helps, but also, she isn't being put on insane amount of drugs she doesn't need to control her so called insanity, but also also, she doesn't use drugs as a crutch to survive, she just occasionally uses recreational drugs because they're fun and she likes the buzz and the things it does to her true sight and powers)

and she knows a little about a lot of supernatural things so she's not freaked out by things that aren't human or normal and she finds them interesting and wants to learn more about them and their ideals and their powers

and also she actually still writes music some, and very very rarely might play the piano or violin for someone she trusts / cares about

and, she actually has a decent control of her abilities and sure her abilities are op but she's a psychic / mutant that has had her powers amplified by (insert alien god-like entity applicable to the verse / crossover) so she can survive and keep up with the people she's being put in to team up with (like hellboy and abe and whomever else is in bprd at the time she is) and to have a chance at surviving against the inhuman / alien / godlike / mutant / ancient horrors that the agency actually goes up against so it's really not that unusual

and it can crossover with so many different verses, anything with supernatural, aliens, inhumans, mutants, you name it so like ... do the thing.

and even though she's an agent she's not actually actively choosing to go out and annihilate creatures and things just because they're not normal or not human, she actually lets a lot of shit slide she just has to go stop the Bad Guys when her bosses tell her to bc they provide her home and her books and her art supplies and her apartment and car and paycheck and wardrobe and she generally trusts them to know when something is big and bad enough that it actually has to be put down or imprisoned, but other than that she doesn't really care she just wants to live her life and learn new things so --

#WISHLIST.

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nightingaelic · 3 months ago

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Quite frequently we see that entire groups of Asians (well, Chinese) get turned into ghouls. The submarine in fallout 4 for example, not a single member of that crew died due to radiation they all turned. So. A thought my friend and I had. What if that one special thing that determines if your die or ghoulify is Gengas Khan's genetics. Its the only genetic link I can think of that would explain this kinda distribution, at least without getting into racist pseudoscience wich hopefully the series itself doesn't do.

I don't think you're off-base in thinking there must be some genetic marker that predisposes someone to 1) ghoulification rather than death, and 2) the length of time spent sentient prior to becoming feral, but I personally don't think it's related to Genghis Khan's bloodline. Prisons and military installations full of ghouls are effective set pieces, and I think the groups of Chinese ghouls found in the games are there primarily to illustrate the forces of war that literally could not care less about the people caught up in it. More under the cut.

There are quite a few instances across the games where Chinese ghouls are living in groups, either sentient or feral, but these groups typically occurred for one of two reasons. The first reason is imprisonment, which includes the Turtledove Detention Camp in Fallout 3's Point Lookout DLC, and the Little Yangtze concentration camp in Fallout New Vegas's Old World Blues DLC. Both ran American programs of torture and experimentation prior to the Great War, and both were in close proximity to toxic waste that permeated the soil and water, which ghoulified the surviving prisoners after the bombs fell and their captors abandoned them.

The second reason is jingoism. This covers the Chinese remnants at Mama Dolce's and a couple of listening posts in Fallout 3, and the Motherlode Acquisition Facility in Fallout 76. The Motherlode Acquisition Facility is sitting right on top of what looks like an ultracite fissure site (which I can say from experience is not great for one's health), but besides that the sentient ghouls in each are doing what the Enclave does - carrying out covert military operations and extending the war past the point of nuclear annihilation. Ghoulification is practically a bonus in this case as it extends lifespans and eliminates the threat of radiation sickness, allowing agents to better carry out their missions on American soil. Whether or not the Chinese remnants all submitted to this process voluntarily is obviously up for debate - there is at least one spy in the Motherlode Acquisition Facility that doesn't want to be there. You also pointed out the Yangtze-31 submarine in Fallout 4, which touches both reasons - a Chinese nuclear payload that contributed to the Great War, and naval mine damage that caused a reactor leak which ghoulified the crew and shut the vessel down. Still, Captain Zao harbors no ill will to peaceful investigators, so it's safe to say he and his crew were primarily the victims of circumstantial imprisonment.

But for imprisonment by either the state or circumstances, there are plenty of documented instances where the populations affected weren't primarily Chinese. The Californian residents of Vault 12 in the first Fallout game, a vault whose door was designed to close improperly, is one such case. Vault 34 in Fallout New Vegas saw a chunk of its own Mojave Desert population mutate thanks to a damaged reactor. The beached FMS Northern Star in Fallout 4 has a Norwegian ghoul crew. The remaining inmates of Eastern Regional Penitentiary in Fallout 76 have become emaciated and feral, and they were Appalachian criminals and union organizers.

Ghoulification for the sake of America is a little harder to find, but I would argue that mutation is still a tool of those who are dragging the nation's corpse around. The Enclave classifies all mutants, ghouls included, as subhuman and worthy of extermination, but they're still willing to exploit Fallout 2's super mutant Frank Horrigan for their own purposes. If they viewed ghouls as useful, I have no doubt they would have ghoulified their own ranks.

Really, what we have in the case of the Chinese ghouls on American soil is a display of writer-induced survivorship bias. The setting draws heavy inspiration from the Red Scare and McCarthyism, where instead of the Soviet Union, Communist China has hidden within the United States to further its own goals. While the games make use of environmental storytelling elements like holotapes, journals, and propaganda, it's just more interesting for the player to occasionally happen upon a populated secret base or prison or submarine to see the extent of the Chinese infiltration and America's paranoia. Oh, it's been 200 years since the bombs fell? Well, lucky for the writers, they have this in-universe explanation for why someone might have lived long enough to meet the player character. If it weren't for the preserved groups of Chinese ghouls, we probably wouldn't see the pre-war Chinese people at all.

#fallout #ghouls #ghoulification #I just think it's one of those instances where lore and game mechanics intersect to form something misleading

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mserm · 1 year ago

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Kinda obsessed with this idea of post-Endgame Steve as one of Charles and Erik's handlers during First Class. He's not Moira, and definitly not CIA, but maybe some other agency? Possibly SHIELD related? He's been investigating Shaw in case he had any connection to Red Skull and somehow ends up being a part of the group that reaches out to Charles.

At first, I couldn't find anything interesting narratively with this because Charles would know immediately he's Captain America, right? Except now I'm convinced Charles would think Steve is INSANE. It's not the Captain America thing, though in context Charles doubts that. It's the fact that when Charles reads his mind, he finds out that Steve thinks he's from the future. And that he's fought aliens. And that he thinks he's friends with the God of Thunder. And oh wait, he's been to space. And worked with a fucking talking raccoon.

This man must be crazy and somehow he has the power of the government behind him.

Steve, on the other hand, is going by an alias and has only shared his past with a few choice people, often omitting the more unbelievable details. He's tried to be open with Peggy, but once he made a joke while they were in a park about not taking the time to learn Groot when he had a chance and she regarded him with such skepticism that he's kept most of the rest to himself.

He's beyond excited to get to work with the mutants, and despite the fact that he's pretty sure there weren't mutants in his own timeline (he would know!) he believes in them with all his heart. He feels especially kindred to Charles with all his rhetoric about using his gifts to help humanity. He adores Hank and his big brain. He's compelled by Erik's single-minded determination. He throws himself into the mission to find Shaw with his own special brand of stoic enthusiasm by researching mutation and running theories past Charles and Erik whenever he sees him.

Charles, at first, ignores these theories but slowly comes to the conclusion that this man is at least somewhat intelligent. He could be useful. And then Steve's the reason no one gets hurt when Shaw attacks the CIA compound, so Charles is willing to accept this guy might actually be Captain America incognito.

(But everything else must not be true. He's still crazy. Maybe all that experimentation fried his brain.)

Charles shares his thoughts with Erik, who cares less about the insanity angle and more about the fact that this man looks like he can actually protect people. He's glad there's at least one other person who can hold his own in hand-to-hand fighting. So what if Steve thinks he's close with the king of Wakanda? At least he's useful.

After the attack, Steve supports moving the team to Westchester. He doesn't trust the CIA and well, he's partial to the idea of a rich guy giving a bunch of misfits a home. He's also a little startled to discover that the very real possibility of nuclear war sparks something in him. Not excitement, definitely not that. But something closer to clarity. It's been almost twenty years since he's faced an annihilation-level threat. He, unfortunately, feels at home under end-of-the-world pressure.

So he helps train the young mutants and discusses tactics and feels closer to people than he has since he and Peggy started to drift apart. Then he sees fault lines in the conversations and arguments about the future of mutant-kind and is overtaken by a fear that it will tear the nascent group in two. Because what Steve knows is this: someday those differences won't matter. Someday you'll have the option of staring down an annihilation-level threat and being told that you weren't there when someone needed you and if you could choose again you'd choose the former.

But Steve doesn't try to interfere. He's not naive; he knows that he can only imagine what it's like to be a mutant.

But it's hard not to project.

It isn't that he regrets his decision to go back in time. He'd do it again. He saved Bucky and ripped Hydra out of SHIELD and he's so close to finding out how Red Skull ended up in space guarding the soul stone. But it isn't until he begins to teach Raven the finer points of combat that he truly feels not alone.

He's with them when they go to Cuba. He sits next to Moira and wonders if he should have brought the shield. He hasn't used it since he came back to the past. For all intents and purposes, Captain America is supposed to be dead; yet, Steve's blood thrums through his veins like he's standing on the ruins of the Avengers Compound next to Tony and Thor.

(Charles has long since learned to ignore Steve's strange internal monologue. This man should have been a storyteller instead of a soldier.)

Steve doesn't fix it, in the end. He falters just when he could be of use because when Erik holds those missiles in his power and turns them around on the ships he thinks of Tony turning a missile around and at flying it into the sky. He wonders how he could be so wrong about someone. It's at this moment Moira picks up the gun. Steve's fast, but he's not faster than a bullet.

It still shatters Charles's spine.

They save the world, yes, but Steve will only be able to watch as Erik's sent into solitary confinement. He can't prove Erik didn't kill Kennedy. And, of course, he'll try to reach out to Charles as the school closes and he shrinks into himself, but Charles can't stand to look at Steve and only finds him marginally more tolerable when he can't hear Steve's impossible thoughts.

It isn't until Logan arrives that Charles realizes that Steve might actually be the person he thinks he is. However, Steve's halfway across the world for some unimportant reason during the events of Days of Future's Past. He's not on the plane when Charles tells Erik that he wasn't there when Charles needed him. He's not there when Erik--again--chooses his principles over Charles.

And that's fine. You can't rewrite the future in Steve's brand of time travel. You live with your choices. You try to be there when people need you and you live with the consequences when you cannot.

#steve rogers #cherik #xmen: first class #crossovers are not really my thing but this has infected me

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cannoliparty · 10 months ago

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karkat, the signless & the blood aspect

it seems strange but i feel like the dancestors arent covered enough for how influential they are to not just the lore, but the beta trolls themselves. im specifically going to be talking about karkat & the signless' relationship and how they both harness the blood aspect. also im gonna have to go on about karkats classpect for like the 4th time now so BEAR WITH ME T_T im gonna take some snippets from past blog posts...

SUPER quick rundown of blood as an aspect: meaning the bonds between others and sometimes blood itself!

the signless is a notorious mutantblood (not even born with a sign or a name with his identity) that greatly influences alternian history. as a seer of blood, hes able to SEE the knowledge of blood itself, and act upon this knowledge however he wishes. basically, the singless was able to get insight on both the state of alternia's societal bloodcaste (treating the lower castes terribly) and it's physical one (literally being divided by blood colors)! he was granted knowledge on alternia's blood, aswell as the future possibilities involving it.

through these visions he spread the word of compassion, forgiveness, and equality among all troll blood colors. among his own bonds/blood (the disciple, dolorosa, etc.) he led a group hoping for a better society. but the seer is a passive class, making the signless only spread these ideas instead of acting/fighting for them, leading to his inevitable execution. in the signless' endless suffering (also why hes called the sufferer) his compassion and extensive knowledge on blood was blinded by an intense, burning rage. he had been angry for so long that eventually when he did break, he managed to scream out a curse word that even through his anger supposedly carried the true meaning of his teachings, meaning that even through all this endless torture the signless still hadnt forgotten his insight.

establishing karkat!! hes a knight of blood, actively weaponizing blood and serving blood, using it to defend his allies. this is most evident when he uses his knowledge on the bonds of his friends (aka a "bond of blood") to defend them and lead them though the sgrub session (also playing on the trope of knights "saving the day"). however, knights subconsciously feel they have to suppress parts of themselves to perfectly serve their aspect. how does karkat go through this? through real blood, the trolls blood caste itself!

karkat is a mutant, an error in a system. alternian society enforces these facts on him constantly through the barraging threats of annihilation. so, in order to further serve the blood/bonds between him and his friends, he hides his blood color! but overall, even through his seemingly crushing self-doubts hes one of the strongest-willed leaders in homestuck.

karkat believes that the only characteristic he inherited from his ancestor was his limitless anger. and sure, he can be incredibly angry, but it makes sense when you believe this anger isnt truly his. it feels genuine, sure, but his dialogue makes it seem like he really has no need for it, and probably could do without it. none of his interests involve being angry, rom-coms and coding are both pretty tame (even if hes coding viruses, theyre still terrible i guess..) everyone agrees hes terrible at being angry! from making bad, unnecessary memos and annoying insults, his anger still feels forced sometimes, or like he has to deal with this burden of always being crabby.

overall, the anger karkat has is very much inherited from the signless' final moments, but still underneath all that anger is karkats devotion to his friends and uniting people as a leader with his burning connection to the blood aspect, just like the true, intense meaning of the signless' blood-related teachings that he yelled out in his last breath.

this was soo fun to write, i hope it makes sense!!! the signless is such an interesting character omg, even if im writing karkat for the billionth time he just bounces off different characters so well so it just feels natural including him in these (no wonder hes so popular omg T_T) lmk what u think, byee!!! *\(^0^)/*

#homestuck #classpect #classpecting #karkat vantas #the signless

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silent-raven13 · 6 months ago

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I love you, Mon Tournesol

(AU: Hobie is Gambit and Miles is Rogue X-men world! Hahaha!🫣)

Miles flew in the air as he took a powerful laser hit from Sentinels, "Ugh- AHHHH!" His raspy Southern scream had all the other X-men alerted.

"Mon Cher!" Laurence shouted out to his partner, who fell to the ground. The battle between the human race and X-men has become a very upsetting desperate war. All cities had been destroyed for mutant extinction. Many regrets had lead to Sentinels to dictate most first world countries.

Many mutants have lost their lives, yet the battle still go on. Miles falling down on the ground feeling the powerful laser, "Luv! Mon coeur!" Laurence rans through the battle field having to jump and use his cards to attack the same Sentinel that hurt his beloved. "Darling, are you alright?" He quickly got to his knees to pick his mon beau to lay on his lap. His dark eyes with purple iris stares filled with love and worry.

"It's alright, Shug." Miles mutters through the pain, "I-I think my powers...-"

"Shh, don't worry, cher. Luckily that big brute is nuthin' but the last model. Your powers will only be suspended for a bit." Laurence presses his forehead against his lover, "I can finally feel you."

"Hehe, Hobie." Then, Miles frowns, "You have to go without me, I can't-" He winced feeling his body crying in pain, everything hurts so much. "Leave me, bae."

"No, never. We'll die together if we must." Hobie grins at him, the use of his first name was only meant for his mon cher to use. "I'll put all my heart on the cards, luv."

Even if Hobie could carry his lover, he wouldn't be able to make it with the Sentinel are on them. He is also weaker, tired from the fight, but he place his heart on the cards he has.

"You always did gamble our love." His boyfriend chuckles before letting out a painful grunt. It's like no matter what he did his whole body aches. "Sucks being human tho."

A Sentinel came by at them having to scan the two. "Two mutants. Must annihilate!" It's chest started to glow a bright ball being prepare to laugh.

"Hah, full of jokes, luv." Hobie picks up his beloved, "At a time like this? I always knew you were meant for me."

"Te amo, Hobie. Kiss me, I want you to be the only one I truly want to touch." Miles painfully took his right glove off with his teeth to let his bare hands touch his boyfriend.

"For you, anything. Hobie loves you with all his heart, mon tournesol." Hobie pulls Miles into a deep passionate kiss as they stayed in the spot holding onto each other.

As the Sentinel got ready to launch its bright power laser, Hobie pulls away to stare deeply at his Sunflower. "Now." The cards were secretly planted around the chest, and limbs on the Sentinel with a snap of his finger, the massive purple explosion destroyed the deep part of the limbs.

"Would you two knock it out and get the fuck out of here!" Wolverine growls as he came in with Storm from the air to attack the Sentinel with all his might. He took his chance to tear off the weak limbs from the revealing wires of the metal, while storm uses her powers to ripped the part.

"Wah?" Miles stares in shock as his boyfriend carries him in bride style with a massive cocky grin. "You no good city boy!"

Nightcrawler appeared to hug them, "The planned work, Hobs!" He quickly teleports them out of the spot into a safe place far from the Sentinel. Most mutants that survived were able to hide in a cave that a mutant created. The mutant keeps using his earth powers to create a long tunnel to get away. Miles playfully punch his boyfriend who was laughing out loud.

"Mon cher, I always knew you love me," Laurence chuckles out loud. "Aye, Pav. I got him to say he loves me."

"Awe, how cute." Nightcrawler giggles at his friend being with his brother, "Mi, I'm surprised."

"It was in the moment! I thought we were gonna die!" Miles shouted out loud with his face covered to hide his flustered face. "I didn't think you guys had a plan!"

"Awe, cher." Laurence happily carries his lover with his forehead pressing against his Sunflower, "I love you, too."

"Everyone safe?" Cyclops walks into the cave with part of her head bleeding.

"Oh no, Gwen! Are you okay?" Pavtri asked being concerned.

"Yeah, I ate shit but good thing, Wolverine saved my ass." She stood seeing mutants being injured.

"What are we gonna do, shug?" Miles asked Hobie looking worried, "Should we finally go to Magneto?"

"I hate to say it, but we have to. He's the only safe place to go, Cher." His boyfriend sighs as his heart hurts for his fellow mutants.

"I'm going to get Wolverine and Storm. Once we get them, we need to leave and find Magneto. Gwen, we have no choice here." Nightcrawler said.

"You're right, we don't. Day by day mutants, humans... all of them are dying out." Cyclops sighs, "We need to move and hopefully our friends are doing fine."

Hobie holds onto his Sunflower as they began walking when Pavtri came back with Storm and Wolverine. The end of the tunnel lead to a sandy beach, "I don't like this, grr." Wolverine grumbles at their next plan.

"What choice do we have, tough guy?" Storm holds her partner's arms to calm him down. "We have many injured and you took a terrible hit."

"I'm alright, Ro." He looks at her with loving eyes seeing how much she's concern for his well being, "This wolf always gets up and show his claws."

Cyclops stood to contact Magneto for help, after all the mutant can never say no to the injured and helpless of his own kind. A large ship created by Magneto had appeared from the sky, and Spider-man had appeared wearing a new suit. "Miles!" The black Latino looks up to find the ship opens it's hatch to reveal Jubilee standing with Spider-man and Billie.

Miles happily spotted his baby sister with joy, "Billie!" Hobie set him down so he can run to hug his baby sister. He weeps in joy, "I thought I lost you!" He sniffs, one of the reasons he went Rogue over his little sister.

"I'm okay! Papá, he saved me... him and mom..." She weeps hugging her brother tightly. "They say they're sorry for kicking you out and that they love you... us." She recalls being in her parents apartment in New York before the Sentinels came through blasting anything and everything, her being stuck between the walls her dad and mom push her out of the apartment. Then fire burns through her home. If only she can use her mutant powers the best of her ability.

Magneto flew in mid-air spotting Cyclops and Wolverine, "So, are you all ready to join me? This is what Charles believed and look what happen. Our kind practically on the break of extinction, the humans had failed us and they consequently destroyed themselves in the process."

Gwen grit her teeth the same way as Wolverine, before Laurence spot, "We are. There's nothing left here, we need to protect our own. Look at us. We're hungry, tired, we almost died out there."

"He's right. We need to think of a way to end the Sentinels, too." Nightcrawler said to Gwen.

"Fine, we will focus on that." Gwen move forward, "We will join you, Magneto. There's no more room for peace. Too many had die."

Magneto let out a small smile, "Good. Come aboard. We need to hurry before they come."

Everyone got aboard the ship, Billie happily took Hobie's and Miles' hand to show them around, "This place has everything, Mi! Look there's a beautiful garden."

"Hey, Boo! Remember we have training at five with Morph!" Jubilee shouted.

"Okay, will do!" Billie grins at her mutant name, she turns into a ghost flying in the air, "Come on, guys. I want you guys to see the garden."

"Careful, Billie! You still need to-" Billie turns back to normal before landing on the ground, "control your powers..." Her older brother said.

"Don't worry, cher. She's learning. So Boo is your name, little one?"

"No it's Billie Boo! Hehe!" Billie grins widely at her black and blue suit with a vibrant purple ghost in the middle. Her mutant powers are ghost related with a twist. Like her brother, with her touch she can take the soul's longevity or switch them. She can see someone's health, and switch their illness to someone else. So far, she can only do it two at a time, if she continues to train her powers, who knows how far her ability can go.

"That's so cute, sis." Miles giggles.

"I prefer Ghost." Laurence hums.

Billie stood proudly at her name, "No, it's Billie Boo!" She happily lead them to the massive garden in the large ship.

Miles admires the view, "Wow, to think Magneto did all of this... it's crazy."

"Makes you want to never leave, huh?" Laurence lay his head on his partner's chest.

His boyfriend nodded, "Yeah... what if... he could take us all to another planet and we thrive there? No humans... no Sentinels... no war?"

"What about here? All the other mutants that need us?" Laurence asked. "We have to save them."

"We can if... you know, we come back after building a strong foundation."

"I dunno know, luv. It gives off that we lost and gave up."

"Your right... Sorry. Just thinking about Billie and Pav's well being." Miles sighs then his hand felt his boyfriend's face, it's warm very inviting. His beautiful boyfriend feels just like he thought he would, "I need to go to med-bay to see when my powers will come back."

"We shall spend every moment being together. Mon cher, you know I go wherever you go. I'll be by your side and your siblings." Laurence kisses his true love.

"Even if I decide to stay with Magneto, be on the "bad" side?"

"No matter what you decide I will follow. I care about your safety and your siblings. We need to stick together. I care for us! I don't want you to lose anyone else, not even your brother and sister."

"I love you, Hobart Laurence Brown." Miles' honey brown eyes gleams with joy.

"I love you, too, mon tournesol." Hobie leans over to kiss his beloved one more time as they sit happily in the peaceful garden filled with mutants having fun, living their life to the fullest without no worries. Billie running around with her friends playing games. This is a perfect fantasy for them, the perfect reality they want.

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #spiderman #across the spider verse #spider verse #flowerpunk #fanfic #spiderverse

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Anonymous asked: Can I request fallout 4 companions (and Maxson if possible) reacting to sole getting infected with FEV but they’re not a super mutant yet. Like, there’s that spot if time after infection where sole is still relatively human but symptoms start happening (the paranoia, hardening skin, pain etc)

Thanks for your patience... the Hancock one was a piece of work... then take notice that this one will be more like a short, but I couldn't help but feel it's come all alone

You know how Hancock has his own way of doing things...

Part 3 (1 - 2 - 4)

Elder Maxson / Hancock / Gage

It's time to celebrate the triumph; the Institute has been blasted to the ground, and everyone is overjoyed. Then a voice emerges over the fray, a voice that Sole is all too familiar with. Justin Ayo's voice.

"Sole! You annihilated what I had spent my entire life defending! You ruined my home, family, and dreams. And you think you're going to get away with it?"

Sole's companion reacted quickly, raising their weapon at the former director of the Synth Retention Bureau, but even if they killed him instantly, it wasn't until he shot a syringe gun at Sole.

The companion turns to Sole, horrified to realise that the syringe contained... the FEV

Elder Maxson (romanced) : He instantly barks his instructions, closing down the perimeter and ordering—no, requiring—that any enemy be turned to ashes as soon as possible. Anything that resembles an enemy, anything that can move, breathe, or simply exist, and was NOT a Brotherhood. His deeds continue to astound his closest officiors. They've never seen the Elder, despite his youth, lose control so readily. He now attempts to collect his breath, approaching a hefty step from where this Justin Ayo's body rests, dissatisfied with having ended his life too quickly. He has a strong desire for vengeance and wishes to vent it. But he is unable to effectively vent it. He can't vent anything.

He must not say anything. He realises now how far he has come out of his behavior, and he put a titanesque effort to regain control.

Then he shifts around to glance at Sole, who is still staring at the FEV vial in their hands, horrified. Furthermore, when Sole's eyes rise and meet Maxson's, it adds to their horror.

"NO ELDER! Please! Allow me... a second! Please!"

"In my quarters, immediately."

Sole is unable to react, remaining paralysed on the place.

"Do I have to repeat my orders, Paladin?"

The tone is firm, and Sole eventually musters the nerve to move their feet. They lack the courage to oppose or save themselves. In any case, surrounded by fellow soldiers in heavily equipped armor, they know they will not take two steps away. They board the vertibird, which transports them to the Prydwen.

Maxson continues to observe the men around him and takes a few breaths before talking.

"Let this serve as a lesson to all of you. It might have been anyone. No one is safe as long as enemies walk the cursed land's ground. A Brotherhood must never loosen its guard. Dismiss."

He proceeds slowly towards the boarding platform, and in the eyes of all, his moment of rage is over and he is back in complete control of his emotions. He is always the Elder, strong and with his head firmly on his shoulders, and they would never question him. The soldiers are relieved, and everyone resumes their duties.

Maxson follows Sole inside his quarters. When he walks in, his subordinate is as stiff as a bar, and they don't appear to breathe for a moment as he turns and closes the door behind him. Maxson then takes a stride towards them, stares them in the eyes for a moment, and hugs them so tightly that Sole fears they will breaks in two. They stay in each other's arms for a long time, without saying a word or making a gesture, as if Maxson's hug might stop time and delay the inevitable.

"Knight-Captain Cade will come up with a solution. I'm convinced he'll discover a serum, a way to undo what's happened."

Sole is deafeningly silent. Of all the things they had thought would happen after discovering they had been infected with FEV, they weren't expecting that Maxson would let them live. However, it appears to be an illusion. Sole knows far too much about the virus, having met Virgil and strolled into the Institute's now-destroyed laboratory.

"Impossible. In three days—

"Silence. "Quit talking!"

Sole notices Maxson trembling against them. It pains them to see their young commander in such a state. They wished things had been different.

"Arthur, you have to listen to me."

"No! I want, and I order! Nothing will be overlooked—resources, materials, or people! They will all be required to participate in research! We'll find a solution before it's too late!"

The Elder abruptly pushes them away, taking a step back and sighing painfully through his clenched teeth.

"No. I know. I know! You don't have to tell me. I'm not interested in hearing it. Not right now. Simply give us a night. Only one more night, please. That's all I've ever asked from the world I've been trying to serve since I was a little kid. All I ask is..."

Sole rushes on him again, this time embracing him tightly in their arms. Even a guy as strong as Maxson has limits, and losing one of his closest friends by discovering it was a synth, plus losing his beloved in such a perverted way, is far too much for a single man to handle. Maxson is imploding.

Sole walks him to his bed. One last night. That's all Maxson asks for, and that's all they'll get. Sole will later convey their emotions. They'll freak out afterwards. For the time being, the only person who matters is Maxson.

The next morning, when the Elder wakes up, he discovers a holotape on the pillow next him. It's not necessary to play it to grasp what's within. Nonetheless, he plays it. Then he hears the voice of the one whose heart has failed them. He hears their words of love, bravery, and encouragement. Sole's voice occasionally vibrates with passion, but they remain focused on their message. So Maxson squeezes the holotape against his chest for a few moments before walking over to his desk, opening a drawer, and depositing the holotape. After that, he does his ablutions, put on his uniform, and ascends to the command deck. Sole is gone, and Maxson knows he wouldn't go looking for them. All he will find is a poor person's partially altered body, contaminated with FEV. Maxson would rather keep the same vision of Sole in his arms that he tasted last night. It's a memory he'll treasure for the rest of his life. Meanwhile, he has an organisation to run, and no one should see his despair.

Hancock (romanced) :

He lowers his shotgun and instantly reaches into his pocket, where he pulls out a Jet inhaler. He notices his hand shaking as he carries the inhaler to his mouth. He shakes his head, but, on the second try, he regains his normalcy, and the drug's comfort goes through his brain.

As time continues to stretch around him, he notices Sole's hand releasing the vial that has just infected them, followed by their heads rising and a horrified expression on their face. Hancock acknowledges each passing second of this moment and nearly regrets his reaction to take a whiff of Jet, because he now knows that this scene will be permanently carved in his mind, no matter how hard he tries to chase her away behind more drugs. The Jet's effect fades, and Sole drops on their knees in tears. Hancock comes over to them and lovingly wraps his arms around them.

"Slow down. Maintain your cool. We'll figure it out. We'll pay as many people as we need to and shake as many cages as we should. We'll figure it out."

Hancock occupies them completely on the first day and evening to divert Sole from their anguish. He stuffs them with all the best chemicals he knows, tapping into his most hidden stockpiles, and he insists that Whitechapel provide his most refined alcohols. It's a memorable night to forget everything. Goodneighbor is as smooth as if there were a spectacular occasion to commemorate.

Hancock then spends the night checking out his sweetheart fall asleep in their bed. Sole couldn't even remember their own name; therefore Hancock considered it a success. But he knows that reality will return the next morning. He only bought them one last night of peace and quiet. Reality will return.

The ghoul gets up from his chair and clomps towards the door, knocking his hat on the way. Sole will remain in inertia for a few hours, and Hancock intends to make every effort to profit during that time.

His first act was to summon Fahrenheit, who appeared with a war footing despite the late hour.

"You're going to send our guys to pick up all the little asses that are close to or far away from something chemical. Anything that wears a scientist's savate. Everything. Bring all of these lovely people to the Memory Den as soon as possible. I'm going to see Amari first, and then I'm going to visit Carrington. I'll be back before Sole gets up. If they ever wake up before I return... knock them out."

The bodyguard cracks her knuckles and smiles thinly before leaving the room to execute her father's directives.

Hancock went to the former vaudeville venue first to alert Amari of his intentions. She smirked but nodded. She will set everything up and request Sole from Fahrenheit when everything is ready.

Hancock then moved on directly east and arrived at HQ fast, knowing all the routes to travel (or avoid) to reach the Railroad's headquarters.

Carrington frowns and objectifies. Desdemona intervenes. Deacon even gets involved. Finally, Carrington consented to participate in the project's initial phase. Hancock, the doctor, and Deacon returned to Goodneighbor.

When he returns to the Memory Den, which has since been closed to the public, he finds a gory band in full swing. He does not allow the importance of these people to impose on him and climbs the internship to gain their attention.

"Gentlemen, ladies," he began with a smile, "I have gathered you here for the most important project of your life. No, no protest. Nobody, and I say nobody, in the entire Commonwealth is ignoring anything Sole has done for us, for the people. However, a member of the damn boogeymen managed to reach Sole in a final act of treachery. He contaminated them... with FEV."

He gives the audience time to digest what he has just disclosed before raising his hands to hush the murmurs.

"I pray your merry band to divide in two. Two shock labour teams worked on two distinct phases of the Saving Sole project. The first team must be smart and technologically savvy. You'll be working with Dr. Amari here." He turns to face her and says, "my dear." Then he returns his gaze to the audience, requesting, "and the second team will have to be able to make me a serum capable of reversing the effects of FEV as soon as possible. If the second team fails..." To restore calm, he lifts his hands once more. "Don't worry, I know I'm asking for heaven, and I've already planned what I'll do if the second team fails. This does not imply that you must fail. However, if the second team fails, the first team will be our only hope. You do this to me; you work hard to discover a solution for me, and the great champion or champions will win access to everything Goodneighbor has of best to offer on your modest mayor's dime."

He appears to think as he prepares to end, then smiles longingly at the chemists, scientists, and other pseudo-doctors gathered under his command. "For the people, by the people," he declared forcefully at the end.

And no one in the room was ignoring what they owed to Sole. The majority of those in the room come from Goodneighbor or seek sanctuary in Goodneighbor when things go difficult. Everyone in the room has needed Goodneighbor at some point. They are all feeling something in their hearts. Hancock's message has reached them, and they respond with one voice: "For the people, by the people! Hancock! Hancock!"

Hancock, on the other hand, doesn't waste time. He follows Amari to the basement door, where Fahrenheit has taken Sole, who has been carefully kept comatose by her care.

“At least you didn't injure them too much,” he ask his henchman, neither fish nor fowl.

He leans in towards his sweetheart, who is resting on an occultation table, and softly places his lips on theirs.

"Up and at 'em. It's time to wake up, my sleeping beauty."

Sole is initially perplexed, looking around to find their position while sitting.

"Hancock? "What exactly is going on?"

"You remember being infected with this big, bad FEV virus, right?"

"Yes, I…" Their voice cracks, and they choke on a sob, everything returning to them at that instant.

"Hey, Sunshine. Take it easy. Don't shed any tears. Don't worry, the zombie king didn't say his last word."

He climbs onto the table next to Sole and wraps his arm across their shoulders, motioning to the few people present.

"You see these beautiful people; they, along with many others, are there to get you out of this wasp. We will never fail you. I will not fail you. So, in my opinion, you don't have a thousand years, and you don't have a thousand options. According to my knowledge, you'll be big, green, and ugly in a matter of days. It doesn't bother me, but I have a feeling you wouldn't like it. So I had a tiny thought in my head. Well, the greatest thing would be to fry you with gammas so you could join me in endless life, but that would be a bit of a toss-up, and you see, gambling isn't really a thing for me."

Sole embraces him, succumbs to the allure of his assured demeanour, and entrusts their entire existence to this ghoul who knows how to make their heart sing. For the first time since Sole awoke from cryogenics, someone else is in charge, and the person in charge has their complete trust.

"So, I spent the night considering other options. As I have said before, there are no chances of getting lost. Either we find a serum, or we maintain this small piece of yours the old-fashioned way. The first option appeals to me. It's the alternative for heaven. The reversion to zero. The standard point. But, as you can see, it's hazardous. I've assembled a group of macaques that are already curious about how the small monster works, but I'm not sure; I feel like I shouldn't put all my eggs in one basket, you dig?"

Sole simply nods their head.

"What's the old fashion?"

"It was Nick, or rather his story, if you follow me, who inspired me. Amari, you see, is still a tiny cerebral genius. And, like Curie, our Railroad buddies made a few moves here and there. So there you have it. "Why not?" I thought to myself. Why not build a tiny homemade backup so that if things ever get quite toasted and you can't get the bread out of the toaster, you can make yourself a whole new sandwich properly preserved?"

Sole expands their gaze, finally catching a glimpse of where Hancock is going, and their nerves give way. They grip their hands and grit their teeth, going white with rage.

"What? Do you want to build me into a synth? Do you want me to be like Nick?"

Hancock maintains his cool and places his hands on Sole's, as much to signal his presence as it's to keep them from doing something dumb.

"Nah! Unlike Nick. I mean, a little, but we know the trick. We're not going to put you in a cane."

"Thank you!"

Sole turns their head to the source of the voice, surprised to discover the detective in the room as well.

"Nick?"

"Good morning, sweetie. Hancock forced me to inquire in case a brief conversation between you and me must arose."

Hancock brushes his palm across the topic, focusing solely on Sole and grabbing their chin in his hand to turn them back to him.

"We'll get into the specifics later. For the time being, we're talking about you. So I was saying that I hadn't even considered placing you in a machine that wasn't even worth considering."

Nick is being reserved this time. He realises there's a lot at stake, and Hancock's efforts appear to be keeping Sole calm, so he shouldn't ruin it by getting irritated.

"I didn't bring the best minds in here for nothing. We're going to use everything we know and everything we must to recreate your gorgeous little ass in order to place your pretty little brain back in a noggin that appears to be normal at first glance. If there is a catch, it's that you will never age again. That's all there is to it. So, as you can see, your lovely lil darling Hancock thought of everything. All we ask now is that you allow yourself to be pampered and loved until we reach one of two conclusions. Capitch?"

One thing is certain: Hancock has absolutely grasped everything from the start. He led the boat into an ocean that could have swallowed them all, but Sole has complete faith in his competent hands and won't dare to consider or argue; they merely nod soberly. After hammering his legs with clapped fists, Hancock stands up.

"All right then! In the first phase, Amari will conduct a scan of your brain to prevent you from forgetting anything bad about your beloved mayor. Do you require anything before we begin?"

The sole shook. No, they will not think. They are terrified to lose control if they begin to think. Meanwhile, they can delude themselves into believing that everything will be OK, and as Carrington and Amari put up the memory scanner, Nick and Hancock remain near to their friend, morally supporting and holding their hand. It wasn't a bad idea for Hancock to request Nick's presence yet again. Hancock would never be foolish enough to be jealous of Sole's first and best friend. He's relieved to have another person to reassure Sole throughout the process. And, as he expected, the scan was the easiest part.

Because after... after, things grow worse. The symptoms begin to manifest as the hours pass, and even if Hancock continues to pretend to be fine, the horror grasp him and Nick as the gradual transition into Sole became beyond description. He even takes over one of the warehouses he had given to his citizens in order to jail Sole. Their rage is becoming increasingly heinous, and at times they have delusions that can murder the two persons dearest to their hearts.

However, neither Hancock nor Nick fail. The synthetic's strength and proper mayor's brain do all possible to prevent Sole from escaping and killing anyone.

On the third day, the research teams conceded defeat. The serum would take too long to make. In that aspect, there is nothing to be hopeful about. Sole will have ravaged half of Goodneighbor before they comprehend only how the virus corrupts DNA, thus finding a solution may take years.

Hancock invites Nick to arm himself when Sole collapses on their knees, the skin spasms as their muscles become paralysed and bulge. The detective sighs despondently. He understands that once Sole is shot, everything will be dependent on the transfer to a synthetic body, which is still a high-risk process. But, like everyone else, he places his faith in Hancock's plan.

Hancock, in turn, kneels carefully at Sole's side, tenderly wrapping his arms around their shoulders and drawing the tremendous mass they've become in his arms.

"Shut down, slow down. Slow down, Sunshine. We're going to sleep, you understand this? A good nap. Everything will be alright when you wake up. You won't even remember nearly slamming that noggin with the leg you pulled from Nick. You'll see; everything will be alright."

While cradling his beloved in tears, he makes a sign to Nick, and the detective fires. He completed his heinous task with one bullet, one.

Sole's body falls inertly into Hancock's arms, and he lets himself cry for a moment, a little worried that Plan B won't succeed. But there's not much to be sad about. He carefully covers his lover's corrupt body in a bed he had installed there, then wipes his tears and claps his hands in an enthusiastic gesture.

"All right, it's time to go to Amari and begin the proceedings. I hope this idiot Sun has finished operating on the synthetic Deacon brought us back."

Nick nods his head, casting one last glimpse at the body, which is now motionless. Then he goes after Hancock.

The procedure was finally implemented the next day. Most scientists and others were awarded prestigiously, and Memory Den is now home to only a few people. Of course, neither Nick nor Fahrenheit or Deacon left Hancock for a second. So, there's a tiny welcoming committee gathered around the memorial pod, as Amari stares anxiously at her screen.

"The procedure is almost finished... just a few more seconds. Voila!"

Hancock grabs Nick's proper hand and squeezes it so tightly that the detective is relieved to have a metal structure. The memory pod finally opens, releasing the unconscious body inside. Then a person that looks exactly like Sole, who is bluffing, blinks many times, wanders around, and appears to be seeking something.

Hancock runs over to Sole 2.0 and carefully takes their hand in hers.

"Hey, baby, how are you feeling?"

"Hancock? Amari finished the scan?" says the same voice to which the companions had grown accustomed.

Again, tears tackle Hancock's eyes, but he shakes swiftly, gazing around and responding calmly.

"Sunshine, yes. The scan is complete. And the good news is that you no longer must be concerned about the bad virus. It's all over now."

Deacon and Nick immediately want to protest, but Hancock's glance stops them. Nick sighs and shakes his head. He is unsure if this is a good thing. But, well, sooner or later, the truth will be revealed. And Hancock will undoubtedly spare it at that point.

Gage : "Fuck!"

Gage isn't a library rat, but he's also not a dummy. He is quite aware of what has just occurred. He is well aware that this wretched vial is worse than death. He takes a step back, anxious, not daring to look Sole in the eyes.

"Fuck! "The son of a bitch!"

In a wholly pointless gesture, he begins repeatedly kicking Ayo's head until nothing, but a goo of brains, bones, and blood remains. So, he approaches his Overboss.

"Do you believe... Do you think there's anything we can do, boss?"

Sole sighs and shakes his head.

The raiders don't have a single resource to help them out of their predicament, and by joining the gangs, they turned their back on anyone who may have helped them. Despite the first shock, Porter devises a plan.

"The fuck you turn into a super-mutant. That's all. You'll be a super-powerful boss."

And the first day goes off without a hitch. Maybe just a little irritation and despair, but Porter refuses to let his Overboss sink and keeps them busy enough that they don't think about the issue too much. He even got them to sleep and finally gave himself some peace of mind.

Everything will be OK. It'll be alright...it'll be alright, right?

The next morning, impatience becomes fury, fear becomes terror, and concern becomes paranoia.

Porter is once again unimpressed. He is a raider among raiders. He is unsurprised by the different mental seizures. He's seen others. He's seen a lot of them.

The moment comes, however, when Sole, calmly making the tour of the merchants, suddenly thinks that something is wrong, that they are getting ready to attack them, and that the most loyal of their associates are shanks ready to slit their throat (Okay, that's partly true, but still).

And they think one of them is Porter.

Sole seizes control of the Fizztop Grille and refuses to leave. They block all access and fire on sight.

They don't even have green skin yet, and they're already too much to handle.

Porter, then, catches. Porter realises that having a super-mutant like Overboss will not be advantageous.

We fetch him a rifle after he bows his head sadly and asks for one.

His deed ended the reign of Nuka-World's second Overboss.

And Porter realises something else. He has no choice if he wants to live his dream. He cannot just pull the strings of someone who can swing either way at the first gale.

Porter then rises atop Sole's still-warm body and tells the crowd what he should have done a long time ago.

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bambiraptorx · 1 year ago

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AO3 keeps blipping in an out so I'm not running the risk of trying to send a comment rn BUT I adore how you wrote Hueso. Polite but still dangerous. Also having Draxum as a head of security is rather interesting, I guess it makes sense, but considering how the Counsel feels about his experiments it's almost a wonder he's kept that position (or he hasn't and Hueso just doesn't know that yet haha)

It's worth mentioning that Draxum's exact role is, specifically, dealing with threats to the safety and security of the Hidden City/yokai-kind as a whole. As far as the Council of Heads is concerned, this means that he is supposed to protect the city by keeping it secret. (This is not what Draxum thinks his job is. He sees 'protect yokai' and 'keep the city secret' as two separate parts of the job description, which causes problems.) This means he has more of an auxiliary/ emergency role in protecting the city; if, say, a team of EPF soldiers discovered and broke into the city, it's Draxum's job to take care of them by any means necessary.

The Council actually wouldn't really have as much of problem with him creating mutants if it weren't for the fact that he's explicitly planning to use them against humanity, which as far as they are concerned, puts yokai at risk of discovery. Illegal genetic manipulation? Everyone needs a hobby. Using said genetic manipulation to mutate humans/attempting to annihilate humanity? That goes directly against what they want him to be doing.

As for Hueso, he's definitely working with information that's a bit outdated, not to mention that the fact that large portions of his clientele are criminals in some form or another so what he does hear is often a bit skewed. The yokai living on the surface are the likeliest source of the City and/or yokai being discovered, so they're pretty notably skittish around Draxum even if they aren't doing anything illegal. After all, it's literally his job to eliminate any threats to the city's security.

#rottmnt #rottmnt au #minor interference au #minor interference lore #rottmnt council of heads #rottmnt baron draxum #asks #basically what happened is this: the CoH was like 'draxum we want you to protect the yokai'#and didn't directly say the 'by keeping them secret' part #and draxum was like 'okay bet' and then a couple decades/centuries later was like 'i'm gonna get rid of all humans to protect the yokai :)'#and the CoH has no idea how he reached that conclusion #the problem (as they see it) is that he takes his job way too seriously lol #and as a side note: he was very much never supposed to learn about the prophecy about the destruction of the yokai #they did NOT want him knowing about that

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marveldcnerdys · 1 month ago

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Sentry

Torn between his heroic Sentry side and his villainous Void persona, the Sentry has demonstrated his power time and again. Gaining his powers from a dark version of the Super Soldier Serum, the Sentry was granted powers that were equal to “a million exploding suns”. It is even hinted that Sentry has a connection to divine power, and can manipulate the world on a molecular level.

First joining the team in Dark Avengers #1, Sentry was manipulated into acting as Norman Osborn's ultimate weapon and was finally unleashed in Bendis and Copiel's Siege. Their Sentry destroyed Asgard and tore Ares in two.

Sentry has remained an unpredictable force ever since, helping to push a Celestial off Earth and fighting the Hulk to a standstill in the conclusion of World War Hulk. While in the Dark Avengers, rosted has hosted mutants, super-scientists, and even gods. Sentry remains Marvel's most powerful mortal.

Sentry Attributes

Powers

Chemically Enhanced Physiology — Sentry's superhuman powers and abilities derive from Golden Sentry Serum.

Molecularkinesis — Robert discovered his powers of molecular manipulation, when he confronted Molecular Man, and he transformed him into a liquid, later sentry realized his powers and reverted himself from the liquid, this power is mainly being used to keep his physical form together. [the extent of these powers are still unknown]

Materialization — Sentry could craft and build various things by rearranging molecules by force of will.

Biokinesis

Resurrection — Sentry is able to resurrect himself and to bring the dead back to life under extreme emotional distress.

Retroactive Immortality — Golden Sentry Serum, provides him and void the immunity to aging and immortality.

Regenerative Healing Factor

Superhuman Strength

Superhuman Speed

Superhuman Agility

Superhuman Reflexes

Nigh-Invulnerability Self Sustenance

Superhuman Senses

Flight

Teleportation

Energy absorption and Manipulation

Power Sharing

Photokinesis

Light Projection

Invisibility

Umbrakinesis

Psionic Abilities

Weaknesses

Antimatter — Sentry has (Dark Avengers version of DC's Superman) the power to manipulate molecules, In Adam: The Legend of Blue Marvel #1 by Kevin Grevioux, Mat Broome, John Rauch, Sean Parsons, Alvaro Lopez, and Dave Lanphear, the comic opens with a massive battle occurring between the Avengers and Anti-Man. When Sentry, Marvel's most powerful hero, tries to stop Anti-Man, the villain somehow takes him down. Anti-Man is about to kill the Avengers before his powers dissolve him out of battle.

Psychic Assault — The Sentry has a fragile and is vulnerable to mental manipulation. In Doctor Strange (2015) #383 by Published on December 20, 2017, WriterDonny Cates PencillerGabriel Hernandez WaltaCover Artist Mike Del Mundo. When Dr. Strange tried to convince him that the Sentry wasn't real and that it was an illusion, stating that “he was always too powerful for this type of magic”.

The Negative Zone — In ANNIHILATION — SCOURGE OMEGA (2019) #1 by Matthew Rosenberg and Manuel Garcia when Sentry is inside the negative zone, his powers, and health gradually deteriorate the longer he stays inside this zone.

Lack of Control — Sentry doesn't seem to have complete control over all his powers.

#marvel #marvel comics #sentry #dark avengers #doctor strange #void #molecule man

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manyothermusingsofmine · 2 months ago

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Forest Hearts || Drabble

Fandom: Xmen Warnings: Nightmare Terrors that include the concepts of total annihilation, character death, and the deep profound fear of being alone Wordcount: 1356 Summary: Give me a character and I'll write you a nightmare. No really, I love pondering how a character's subconscious likes to manifest their deepest fears. ---------------- She had to get away from them. Sentinels of all shapes and sizes were after her, and in seemingly ever growing numbers. They had already overtaken the mansion; taken both the main team and her team. And unless she kept running she would be next to fall to the mechanical monsters that couldn't be held back or persuaded to stop even by begging for your life. Her only way out was through the thick forest that surrounded the mansion, no matter how much her mind begged her not to go there. It was dangerous, she had been warned so many times by Wolverine that the forest around the place were no playground.

Wolverine was dead.

He got stabbed in the stomach by one of the hybrid Sentinels, and never got back up. He was their last line of defense, the last person she could count on for help and protection, and he was taken away from her as ruthlessly as everyone else. He never got back up, no matter how much she had begged him to do so. To please, please, not leave her all alone.

Miranda fled into the forest as soon as she heard the sound of the mechanical death machines behind her draw closer. And she ran until her legs whined in the language of burning muscles. The further she had gone in, the larger the trees seemed to grow; the more the trees seemed to multiply just to surround her further. While she was no longer chased by the machines that wanted her dead, the miles of unmoving and yet ever growing forest around her offered nothing but a sense of deep unease and a promise that she would never find her way back out.

Not without help, and there was no one coming to help; because aside from her there was no one left alive. Not in the mansion, not in the city; probably not even in the world- the mutants killed by humanity which had all been turned to hybrid Sentinels.

She was utterly and truly alone.

The weight of that realization sat on her heart until it shattered apart under the pressure of it, tears pouring out of her like a flood as she tried to breathe. There was nothing she could've done to help any of them, the sentinels with their heat vision easily dismissing her invisibility and bringing down better mutants than her. They killed Wolverine. What chance did she have at survival if Wolverine couldn't even make it through?!

The forest didn't answer, nor did it forgive her that she ran.

She wobbled, unstable on her legs. Balling up her hand so her nails were slightly digging into her palm, she placed that hand upon the tree beside her in some attempt for her to steady herself- only to look up and blink when her mind registered that the tree felt wrong. She looked at it, detecting nothing like moss or some other growth that would explain why the bark didn't feel like tree bark in the slightest. And as soon as her mind noticed that the tree didn't feel like what it was supposed to feel like, the object started to warp and morph almost to try and become something that would explain why the tactile feeling didn't match up to expectations; tree bark with no moss or other plant growth wasn't supposed to feel fuzzy.

And trees weren't supposed to purr.

In a jolt she opened her eyes, to the black nothing of a darkened room in the middle of the night- her eyes hadn't adjusted to anything so everything around her was just shapeless colorless blobs.

It had all been way too vivid to really just be a nightmare, right? Despite waking up, this did feel like reality. Her hand protested, not liking the fact that her nails were still pressed into her palm, and she uncurled it only to feel a bigger surface area of soft fuzz underneath accompanied by a very soft purr and calm heartbeat next to her ear

Kurt.

Her brain almost sighed in relief itself the moment it realised that had been what caused the discrepancy between expectation and actual feel of the tree bark. She felt his arms and tail around her, protectively, as he was still fast asleep. Thank God he was still asleep, that her night terrors hadn’t woken him up.

Miranda pressed her hand down a little further, slowly moving her hand up to his shoulder just to feel the soft fuzz being smoothed down by the motion. A very light, almost chirp of a sound left her sleeping lover; as if his subconscious was asking her if he should wake up after all to help and comfort her. She just pulled her hand back, pressing a soft kiss to his chest before nestling herself back on his chest. His embrace shifted ever so slightly, his arms and tail gently tightening their grip while he sleepily burrowed his face in her hair with a slight purr. Kurt remained asleep, the soft sound of his breathing and heartbeat soothing Miranda.

Her hand still laid flat on his chest, near her face, until she pulled her fingers back and made her palm curl upwards and away from the soft fuzz. With just her pointer finger she started to doodle little drawings in his fur, the repeated motion and feeling of the fur obeying whichever direction she pushed it into easing her mind and slowly making her realise that this was real. She was in her bedroom, in the mansion; safely kept in the embrace of her partner. He was there, really there; there was no faking the sensation of his blue fur under the tips of her fingers or the hold he had on her.

"I'm glad you're here with me," Miranda muttered, very softly in the hope she still wouldn't wake him up, wanting him to sleep peacefully though the remainder of the night, "I love you."

She closed her eyes, allowing his embrace to pull her back to sleep. He was so comfortably warm, like curling up in front of an active fireplace on a cold winter night; helped by the familiar smell of woodsmoke that lingered in his fur. Everyone was fine, she wasn’t alone. She was safe.

Morning came too soon for Kurt's liking, but his alarm was unrelenting. He hit the button to shut it off, slowly and gently prying his lover off him. He lightly pushed the big cat plush on the other side of the bed into her arms, just to give her something else to snuggle with while he had to go get ready for his day after he pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. He threw a look in the big mirror on her wardrobe and stopped, thinking for a moment to process what he saw before looking back in the mirror as a double take.

Yeah, it had been exactly what he thought he saw; a bunch of little hearts had been doodled into the fur on his chest, going up to his collarbone and creeping towards the ball of his shoulder.

"Well," he mumbled to himself, "That's the cutest fur graffiti I've seen on me. I love you too, Miranda."

He smoothed out the ones on his shoulder and gathered near his collar bone, only leaving the ones that would be hidden by the tank top he intended to wear for today anyway. Nobody needed to know how she soothed herself in the middle of the night after all- at that thought he halted, pushing the strap of the top aside and looking at one of the hearts that revealed itself through this motion by looking at its reflection in the mirror. The hearts weren’t perfectly uniform, but they had a clear pattern to them of someone who had repeated the motion of drawing them over and over to ease an apparently troubled mind; and before he had smoothed them out there obviously had been more doodled into his fur.

He quietly noted to himself that he would have to ask Miranda about them later.

#Drifting writes things

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