#He probably gives Deimos some of them.

[gravedigest]

Can only picture San gaming with them but on a PC, like tower and monitor and all and gets made fun of for it so much. However, using a computer rather than being one does make it easy for him to get up and stretch. And by extension, force everyone else (Deimos) to stretch too. He absolutely makes a comment about it too

Also, kind of curious. When it comes to the player's character in VR in DS, does it matter on the person's perspective? Like does the model change depending on how the person sees/remembers themself or is there something pre-made they're just plopped into? Or does it change depending on the game?

Sanford has 0 rig envy. He’s seen way too many of the negatives with his job, let alone the mess that is Deimos. He’s fine. No thanks. Grandpa gaming for Sanford. Doesn’t even go for a headset like Doc has ‘cause it makes him nauseous, and he likes being on his A game. The designated driver of group gaming.

At some point in the past Victor showed Sanford how to stick a magnifying glass to the monitor to get pixel perfect headshots, but he only does it if someone (Deimos) makes a comment about his lack of a rig. Only Doc knows he does this, while the other two are wholly in VR and can’t defend themselves from practical cheating.

As far as VR bodies go, I imagine it sort of depends on the game/software, sort of depends on person, sort of depends on the rig. Like, I imagine one would probably have a certain amount of biometrics stored, so things like height and length of arms might be something you would set up in the machine so virtual worlds can figure out the placement of your body and viewpoint, and its all easily fetched from one place (hence games containing the data of other people’s hardware. If you want to be stealth, there’s probably an option for default settings but then you’d need to have your brain understand the new size of your body so you move the right ways)

Theoretically you could fudge that data for catfishing/ego/shitpost/cheating purposes. Deimos definitely fudges that data. (And thus has become accustomed to “being in” weird sized bodies, and has his rig getting read by whatever he’s playing.)

Appearance-wise, there’s probably options. Rich people probably get their body scanned and rigged up for their avatars for certain stuff, like. VR business meetings. Otherwise it’s likely a lot of commissioned avatars and default stuff and custom-behind-a-paywall and other exploitation. If you gotta pay for showers you definitely have to pay for looking like yourself in VR.

I think racing games would be something where the avatar wouldn’t really matter, an fps has more typical goofball shit, but social or business software may have a sort of “Dress Code” and limits (and spyware).

[masked-men-fantasy]

Ask about their manhood size Headcanon (Rainbow Six Siege)

Headcanon for my beloved masked men from Rainbow Six Siege. What have they got for us?

NSFW Content. MDNI.

Tachanka

"You know I always come with my LMG, right? One thing you don't realize is that I do not have just one LMG with me." He said it with a heavy Russian accent.

And by LMG, he really meant it, not just metaphorically.

Probably because of his genetics, Mother Russia does give him a satisfactory size of 8 inches in length with a 5 inch girth. The tips or his cock slightly bloomed, with some pre-cum oozed out.

You know that it is definitely huge when you find him naked, and his shaft does not look small, despite the fact that his body is already crazy muscular.

"What, моя принцесса (my princess)? Like what you see down there?" Although he still wears his balaclava, his eyes do tell that he smirked at you playfully while he said that.

Kapkan

"Hunters never let their prey know any information about them," Kapkan said while his cold eyes met yours. "If you want to know, you must step into the lair first."

By lair, he means his own bedroom.

You know he can be edgy, but you are not ready for such a level. You don't hate that, though. In fact, it is what makes you like him.

He will sit at the edge of the bed, tie both of your hands behind your back, and blindfold you. Then let you do your work while he opens his legs.

His hand grips your head and pushes your face to his crotch. You can feel his hardness on the thin fabric. After you let your lips guide through, Kapkan should have at least 6 inches of length.

Unfortunately, your brain cannot process anything further. The scent of his manhood is so intoxicating. It is not a bad or musky smell, but it is a unique scent that works so well, just like aphrodisiac.

Let curiosity aside for now, and let nature's instincts guide your body to please this hunter in front of you.

Deimos

To be surprised, the old Rainbow protocol required keeping very detailed medical information. This, of course, included Gerald's penis size.

Nothing special—7 inches long with a little curve up.

"Now that you know my secret, you need to die." Deimos just appeared behind your back, whispering with his strong voice. And with that tone, he must really mean it.

You begged for your life and promised that you would destroy the remaining documents for him.

"But you still know about me." He said while stroking his chin and looking at you, "I guess I have to destroy you, too."

Oh

Oh...

Yes, yes, please destroy the hell out of me.

[chronicler-of-narrative]

So, On-Lyne, huh?

Let's be honest here, they're actually an incredibly cool system. If there's one thing I like about DE is how they spice up stale systems. Like how Poe and Fortuna paved the way for Deimos and Duviri, the technocyte Coda seem to be doing the same for the lich system (especially considering how they dont seem to have any weapons).

While lightly disappointing because they have set identities unlike the very oc-friendly randomness of liches and sisters, its still basically the most hype part of the 1999 update for me.

However, praise aside, I also wanted to do some light speculatuon on their story and personalities, and specifically, why I think they weren't always infested.

Now, look, ik they look weird conceptually, being likened to fortnite skins by some, but I think that is mostly just foreshadowing. To me, they look like digital avatars, which considering their name is quite literally On-Lyne and all of the internet imagery in the 1999 promotional videos and ads seems to support this. Now, this is actually really important because if they are digital avatars of real people (as I suspect), then that sets up the main theme of their story: Appearances.

This is why I think they're not some infested psyop but rather started out normally, before being overtaken. Because at the end of the day, Warframe's stories are deep in the most batshit way possible. DE aren't afraid to use the mighty Allegory for their stories, and I think this is what they're doing here. The infestation is On-Lyne's Monkey Paw, being either a wish-come-true or a punishment, or both.

This, imo, is most evident with Zeke. After all, we literally hear him talking about how "if management gives him one more passive aggressive comment, he's gonna snap", which to me tells me that Zeke probably isn't able to endure the price of being famous. This, combined with a transcription of the infested writing on their fanpage I received from a friend, tells us what the Infestation has done for Zeke. "Zeke hungers to unmake himself" and calling him "Fleshskin" to me sound like Zeke seeking to become acceptable to the band at the cost of himself. As in, to literally martyr himself, to become the band's skin and remove the part of himseld that can't stand the pressure, becoming in the proccess an empty shell, a skin-suit, if you will.

For the others, we know a little less, so imma just summarize my theories on them :

-Hardrive's the one who spreads the infestation, the infection mechanism. But by the...unflattering language the hivemind uses to describe him unlike the others, what i get is hes trying to escape the infestation, escape the life of fame, but in doing so is only falling deeper into the very thing he's trying to get away from.

-Packet's the tactician of the group. Different from Drillbit in the fact that hes directly responsible for unity within the group. I mean, "Soothes the dissident voices" doesnt get more explicit than that. Its weird how hes the most "fresh". To me it sounds like he may have had a hand in unleashing the infestation on the group in some attempt to keep them from having a falling out, and is now in charge of keeping the whole hivemind together after being the last one to be consumed.

-Drillbit is the guide of the group. Especially with the brain and larynx lines, sounds to me like he was the second-in-command to Zeke who always wanted to be the face of the band but couldn't with Zeke in the way.

-Dj RoM is a little hard to figure out, but to me he sounds like the group hedonist. He doesn't question whats going on, hes just there to have a good time and might even be the most accepting of the infestation. Especially considering how it directly mentions how his 'palpatations reverberate' while the band is 'digesting' which may imply hes actually enjoying it.

So yea, these basically it. If im wrong, feel more than free to share your ideas. After all, this is just speculation, but to me it seems very fitting from a narrative perspective.

[headlessjest]

How about some romantic stuff!! Some of y'all need your romance.

Hanging out HCs

Ft: Hank, Deimos, Sanford, Jedediah, Tricky, Sheriff, 2BDamned, Phobos, and Auditor.

Hank:

・I think y'all would probably just stay home.

・You both just had a very stressful mission, so why not relax back at the apartment.

・They'll probably watch TV with you with the few tv stations Nevada can have.

・Cuddling is something he can do with you too. Just on bed or on the couch and just cuddle.

・There will be a couple times where he just lays on the ground with you and wonder what the hell happened to this place.

・"(Name)... Thank you.."

Deimos:

・Going out and eating Burger Gil's!

・Deimos just wants to enjoy his favorite food place with you.

・This can also be an excuse to to eat at Gil's in general, but it's nice to do it with you.

・When y'all are done at eating at Gil's, maybe a quick trip to the bakery.

・He threw up the Burger Gil's on the way there so you had to carry him back home.

・"That burger was sure good, but you're just as good."

Sanford:

・Alright, endless stary night, blanket, and you two. That's how it's gonna go.

・Just you two hanging out on a hill and looking up on the stary night, relaxing.

・There will be a few times bandits will try and get you two, but that's why y'all brought guns to this evening.

・Other than getting interrupted by bandits and a couple of zeds, this hangout is wonderful for the both of you.

・You accidentally fell asleep during this, but Sanford didn't mind carrying you back.

・"Thank you for this time, sweetie.."

Jedediah:

・Going scavenger hunting.

・Jedediah surprisingly enjoys collecting stuff. It calms him down, and doing it with you makes him extra calm.

・You'll probably find a old coin or a rock with a cool texture and look to it and dash back to Jeb to show him.

・He also sometimes finds cool looking rocks and gives them to you. Like penguins.

・After going around and finding some cool stuff, you and Jeb head back home and organize all the stuff you both found.

・"These are beautiful, darling.. Just like you."

Tricky:

・Y'all go partying.

・I think y'all would also listen to your both favorite songs when partying. (His being all ICP songs and the chicken dance remix.)

・I think after the partying stuff is over with, y'all kinds just head back home and relax after the long night.

・If you get overwhelmed at the party, Tricky will notice and try to find a way to calm you down.

・Other than that y'all actually have a great time.

・"CL0WN L0V3S Y0U!!!1!1!"

Sheriff:

・I think y'all would hang out at a nice bar. (If possible that is..)

・I think he took you to the bar in the first place because it was the easiest place to go without him freaking the fuck out and being horrified.

・Also, because he's been busy lately and wanted to spend time with you.

・He might also get a little drunk from drinking too much.

・You also had to drag him back home.

・"Darlin'... When do you get so beautiful/handsome?"

2BDamned:

・Y'all also stay home.

・He just wants to relax with you and just hang out in bed. Nothing much really.

・He also is just a little stressed with everything, so relaxing with you seems like a perfect thing for the time being.

・I think y'all would also watch a quick movie for fun. Like a older movie from the later 90s and early 2000s.

・Other than that, relaxing with you makes his day better, no matter what.

・"This means a lot to me, (Name).. Thank you.."

Phobos:

・I think he would dance with in his office.

・The red lighten room and the slow jazz playing in the background, just you two slow dancing for the joy of it.

・Phobos made sure that no one would bother you both during this. I mean, quite literally.

・I think during this, you might doze off a bit from the slow atmosphere.

・Phobos does notice this and y'all get ready for bed.

・"Tonight was lovely.. We should do this again.."

Auditor:

・I think y'all just hang out and watch cat videos all night long.

・Most romantic thing I've ever heard.

・I think you both would also hold eachothers hand during too. Auditors love language is physical touch. (Somehow..)

・Another thing is that whenever you both see a cat that reminded of you both, you would point it out.

・This also made you both question about getting a cat.

・"Hm, a fur baby seems nice."

I'm absolutely shaking rn. Ate an entire tub of coffee icecream, also mixed with the excitement of watching the fnaf movie tomorrow!!!!

-Jester

[imjustheremam]

Halloooooooooo!!!

Here's my request!

How would the yandere madcom main four treat a reader who's pretty shy and unaware of their obsession?

Oh wow i never thought I get a request but LETS DO THIS!!

MAIN 4 WITH SHY READER WHO IS UNAWARE OF THEIR OBSESSION

Warnings READ REAAAAAD!!!:this is Gender Neutral, there will be Swearing, Obsession, Possession Manipulation, Threats, Punishment, Kidnapping, Isolation, Violence, Mentioned threats of choking and/or drugging and actual choking and drugging, spoilers . Also I suck I doing yandere but I'm learning, oh and body parts and burning skin!!

2BDAMNED

Ok let's get to the point 2bdamned is a sadistic, manipulator and also the type to experiment on people.

He is the type of yandere to isolate and drugged them if they were being a bad little grunt.

You met him by getting hired to be a medic for the main 3, since he had enough of them getting killed or injured.

But you being unaware of his obsession, makes this worse for yourself but better for himself. And you being shy is kinda cute to him, even if you lost a limb or something you still look cute to him.

If you were in a relationship with him... idk probably manipulate you alot...but anyway

your pretty shy right, Yeah no when you are around him, you get extremely shy/nervous because not only he looks intimidating but this dude tries to have a conversation with you, like out of thin nowhere...

He hardly talks to you so if he ends up speaking prepare your legs to get wobble like jelly because this man just pops out like jumpscare (joke: "I love a kind a women that would actually just kill me" "HUH!?")

But of course he's a yandere so he's going go isolate you in his lab or your room, but would never let you go to his room or outside of S.Q, except for missions.

He won't let you talk to your friends by making you work more in the lab or send you on dangerous missions just to make you stay with him longer, and you only thought he needed help when he doesn't actually need help... ok maybe but not really.

when you try to patch hank or the others, he would join In to "help" you while glaring at hank or the others, and hank seems to know 2bdamned obsessions over you but you don't know that..

Sometimes he would drug you for being bad or failing a mission by faking saying it's medicine for your pain or for your injuries.

Remember when I said he would experiment on people, I wasn't lying he would do it, especially on you but not too much, he would drug you and take you to his private lab for no one can watch him do it... it's only you and him...

But when you do find out 2bdamned gives up and shows is true side as he hreatens you by using drugs or some fuck up shit, but only if you try anything funny...

Sometimes would purposely remove your stitches and let you bleed out until your close to passing out or death...

2bdamned will manipulate your friends to turn against you, just to make you trust him instead of those your so called friends

So he treats you like a lover until you become aware and rebellious

But he won't lie he loves a kinda women/guy that Would actually just kill him

"You can only trust me... my dear... only....me"

DEIMOS

Oh boy this man is hard to tell if he's obsessed because his yandere is the same only he kinda clingy when things don't go his way

He is the type of yandere who is delusional but also steals small things from you and make a shrine(jebus lord what the fu-)

Now if you were in a relationship with him, you wouldn't even notice him being a yandere or anything until you spot a shrine("deimos what is that in your room..." "your smoothie")

Deimos is good at hiding things(kinda) from everyone including from 2bdamned... but 2bdamned will finds out like a stalker he is.

When 2bdamned hired you, deimos was the first one to talk to you and when you stuttered or looked nervous, he immediately thought he met an angel as you get flustered and nervous.

Everytime you Two go on a mission he would make small flirts and compliments as you get flustered like a red tomato.

But deep down those compliments and flirts is a demonic pyro-maniac ready to burn your love ones to ashes...

This dude already knows your unaware and he thinks your shyness and you being really unaware about this, is really cute and innocent...

This guy omg is the one who will never leave you alone, but hey atleast he doesn't kill your friends...until they catch him In the act...

Deimos knows how to manipulate your friends, he's 2bdamned 2.0 but little stupid...

When your talking to your friends, deimos would glare at them, but wouldn't go further than that, unless you leave them...

Deimos, would try to brush off Sanford, since Sanford knows Deimos more than anyone and he is aware of the obsession going on...

Honestly Sanford will feel bad for you and can't stop this situation anymore... your on your own buddy

Now remember buddy. Deimos is a pyro-maniac, so he also has punishments in his sleeves...

However you become aware when you find him killing your friends and boy oh boy you better be faster than him because he's a menace now...

If this grunt ever managed to catch you, your fucked(no not like that) I meant your gonna get punished,this dude will burn your skin, he even will make a burn mark on your skin to show you been very naughty grunt....

Now if you keep being naughty, deimos will kill one of your friends as punishment and you if keep going he might just kill ever friend you have...

He hates when you act rebellious but he does like you to cower in fear, it reminds him of your shyness

He constantly threatens to kills, choke, you and more...

If there one thing both 2bdamned and deimos have in common is definitely isolating you in a room...

"C'mon firefly is not that hard....your mine and im yours.... forever"

SANFORD

Oh lord.... now Sanford is a torturer and sadistic...I think... but lord have mercy on you because you ain't escaping honey...

He's the type of yandere to torturer and chop your leg off but hey... doc can't have that so consider yourself lucky...

If you were in a relationship with him, Sanford would've been nice to you but rude to ti others except for deimos... he's cool...

When you got hired by 2bdamned himself, Sanford was the second to speak as he thought your nervous and Suttering words was funny and adorable...

When you go on missions with him, he mostly either show off, and be loud as always but also... watching you

You only assume that he was just protecting you since you were the support of the team...

Now Sanford isn't a stalker but he would stalk you when you go out somewhere he doesn't know...

If you have friends Sanford will watch and if they get too close to you, Sanford will join in while glaring at them when your not looking..

Now even Sanford can make mistakes like one time he tried to enter your room just to see you and you woke up

Lucky for him, he knew how to lie and you were convinced... ("Sanford why are you in my room..." "I had a nightmare..." "oh")

Now Sanford is like a of one those slashers killers like he kills your friends one by one in the most gruesome way and you won't even know it until Sanford said something really creepy

This is probably how you get aware of his obsession...

Now deimos will notice and try to tell Sanford what he's doing Is creepy and very uncool but Sanford will try to reassure him or brush it off...

Deimos will actually help you but Sanford will catch on and will try different methods for deimos won't be a problem...(he doesn't want to hurt deimos)

Now Sanford may be dumb but he's NOT stupid... this grunt has his own ways to punish and capture you...

If you try to escape prepare to have a broken leg for a damn week that will feel like a month... and punishments are the most freakiest thing ever... ok not that freeky but its fucked up....

Sometimes will bring one of your friends, alive and torture them infront of you as you either cry, beg, or try to stop him... but it doesn't matter because he won't listen...

Don't even try to manipulate him, it won't work....

All this wouldn't have happened,if you just stayed unaware forever....

"My dear don't be scared...just let me love you... and I'll be....nice..."

HANK

Hey yeah you...come over here...yeah a little closer... haha now now get a little closer....yeah right there....

*proceeds to bitch slap you* how the FUCK!!! ARE YOU UNAWARE OF THIS!!!

This dude doesn't even hide it, so how are you unaware of this situation your in...

Ok hank is possessive and obsessive towards you and if you were in a relationship with this dude prepare to no longer see your friends or your boss because he going yo send them to the other place...

He will think your either so innocent or just fucking stupid, hank is the type to stalk and straight up enters your room and watch you sleep, just like Sanford only he straight up just stands there...

When you got hired by 2bdamned like the others, hank was the first one to leave the room because well, he doesn't like to tolerate a weaklings(ouch)

But after some time he begins to like your shyness, you remind him a small scared kitten...

so just like 2bdamned, Hank also makes you extremely shy, not only because he talks out of nowhere, he always behind you or straight up in a place where you won't even think he'll be in...

For example:

You: *drops something on the floor*

You: *Goes to reach it*

*a hand grabs you*

You: *Screams*

Hank: I can't get up...

You: DANG IT GRANDPA/HANK!!!

So yeah that motherfucker could be anywhere. Yet you still unaware of this, God your either dense as fuck or even more stupid...

Now at this point everyone knows hank obsession over you, Sanford will most likely to take you on his missions on purpose, same for deimos only he drags you to other section, that hank isn't allowed to enter...

Now 2bdamned doesn't care but would make sure hank doesn't plan on anything to harm or do something to you...after all your one his workers

But how do you find out he's obsessed with you, simple... Project Nexus...

When Sanford and deimos try to reason with hank, he of course doesn't care. But when you try to reason with him, he still didn't care but will show his full obsession over you as you cringed and felt disturbed...

Now we know how this ends, but if hank won he would had let you live but if you try to stop him futher, say bye bye to your legs honey...

But since Sanford and deimos won, you try to distance yourself away from hank but my man is going to make you suffer

Because now that you know, hank would ultimately make sure your his now and only his... your shy attitude is now a cowardly attitude....

Hank will choke you nearly to death as he gives you dead threats as he holds you against the wall...

Oh no trying to call your friend's for help yeah... think again because they will leave you to die, oh honey you thought they would help you against a wanted man? Aha your really funny buddy

Now torture isn't his style vur if he needs you to obey he won't hesitate, my man while Stab, cut even nearly kill you but of course doc comes in like "goddammit hank" and you get saved hurray...

OH wait... he works for doc...FUUUC-

You wished you stayed unaware but also wished you haven't been born....

"You're Mine and mine only... so quit being a fucking bitch and..."love" me"

Sorry for taking so long I'm still doing requests but I going to be a slower than a turtle, also I tried by best here so I hope you like if you don't then sorry for disappointing you....any way I hope you have a good day/night

[ya-killin-me-smalls]

Deimos x teammate ship headcanons that no one asked for but the thoughts are stuck in my brain so I'm making it your problem

Sanmos:

The golden child of madness combat ships

- fell into place very naturally. there were no big conversations about the mutual interest or what the other was looking for, they just meshed together

- Sanford is incredibly fixated on Deimos. not in an obsessive manner, for the most part, he's just intrigued by him and feels responsible for his physical/emotional well being

- to Deimos, Sanford is safety. Sanford understands that he has a rough history and doesn't pressure him to talk about what's eating at him. the upside to this? Deimos feels like he can go to Sanford for support or advice when he wants it. the downside? Sanford tends to enable him when sometimes he really does need a push in the right direction, especially when it comes to his self-sabotaging tendencies

- they have their fights which usually results in yelling and then separating themselves to cool off before trying to readdress the issue. it doesn't happen often, only over major things in general, because Sanford knows Deimos can be more reactive than himself so he tends to just let the little things that irritate him slide. it's not worth picking a fight over to him

- they're both in work mode 96% of the time but when they're not their relationship becomes so passionate. there's so much want and need between them and those times are when they talk the least, having learned each other's cues and built their own silent language together

- they aren't perfect, but that's what happens when you throw two fucked up people together and give them only each other to rely on in such a dangerous world. they both have learned to see the silver lining of their shortcomings. at the end of the day, Deimos has taught Sanford so much patience, and Sanford reminds Deimos that it's okay and even good to be soft sometimes

- when Sanford is stressed he'll pull Deimos into his arms and just slow dance with him even if there's no music

- Deimos, regardless of work mode, will get random urges to bite his partner and he is naught but a slave to his desires. it doesn't usually draw blood. usually

- despite trying to discourage the habit for health reasons, Sanford finds Deimos smoking to be so hot sometimes. especially when he's freshly showered, relaxing, and just having a cigarette to wind down. it's classy but still rough around the edges and Sanford is a sucker for it

- they both use a lot of pet names but Sanford's are usually more romantic/endearing and Deimos's are more playful but no less affectionate

Hankmos:

So delicate but always dancing near the edge of toxic

- Well-meaning but emotionally disconnected meets undyingly loyal but anxiously attached

- Hank feels. something for Deimos. he wouldn't call it love, or like even. those just aren't words that he'd associate with the feeling and he's spent more time deliberating on this than he would most things. Hank is fond of him, he finds him entertaining and nice to look at and listen to, he thinks he's useful on and off the battlefield, and in some ways he feels a sense of ownership over Deimos. not like he literally owns him, but he sees Deimos as an extension of himself, a part of himself, and in that regard a slight against Deimos is a slight against Hank. but he wouldn't call it love

- Deimos has so much admiration for Hank. he thinks Hank is cool as fuck even though he's a little weird and he would follow him off the edge of the earth if Hank asked him to

- would probably an emotionally dependent relationship if either of them stopped bottling things up and compartmentalizing

- but since they have no plans of doing that, there's instead a mutual understanding that sometimes one of them is just Not Good and doesn't wanna make it anyone else's problem

- not overly lovey-dovey with affection but it's tiny gestures that add up throughout the day. a squeeze of the shoulder, pat on the back, sometimes just standing or sitting close enough to touch but never fully indulging it when others are around. their hands linger when they make contact, always reluctant to break away

- when they are alone they cling to each other in a way they never have anyone else. they talk, usually about the mission but every now and then about "us." they don't know what to call it, try as they might to find the words together. but they bring each other peace and that's all that matters

- bonding via sparring matches that usually end in heated makeout sessions on the mats. they're both brimming with rage and aggression 25/8 and they take it out on each other in a controlled environment where they don't feel like they have to hold back anything

- Hank likes picking Deimos up. Deimos's opinions on this are irrelevant

- Deimos has a certain fascination with Hank's hands and just how BIG they are

- Hank will spend hours littering kisses all over the soft, most vulnerable parts of Deimos's body (throat, lower abdomen, inner thighs, etc). it isn't so much a dominance thing as it is the fact that Deimos let's him, Hank JMotherfucker Wimbleton, living weapon and Nevada's most wanted, touch places that would be so easy to hurt, especially when teeth and the metal jaw are involved. it makes him feel a Certain Way and seeing Deimos so flustered afterwards is like crack to him

2Bmos:

So very underrated but so much potential

- first, I don't see it happening the normal way

- Doc finds Deimos physically attractive and mentally intriguing, sure, but he is Busy and does not have time for stupid jokes and bright eyes and goofy smiles (no matter how handsome)

- Deimos, submissive in the way a guard dog is, probably doesn't realize he has feelings for 2B at all. like sure the guy makes him nervous sometimes and he likes working one on one with him and hearing his voice over the radio and he's risking his life on the daily for this man because he believes his vision so much and he'd paint the streets red with blood, doesn't matter whose, if it meant Doc would clap him on the shoulder and praise him for a job well done. but that doesn't mean anything, right? he just looks up to him is all

- no, these two are socially inept in the same way and it's like trying to watch the windows screen saver hit a corner but it just keeps Missing The Point

- fortunately, I think they're both very susceptible to trauma bonding via shared horrific experience :)

- they don't ever talk about it after the fact, like never

- but 2B is riddled with guilt because Deimos follows HIM and he put them both in that situation. he deals with a lot of anxiety over Deimos's well being after the fact, but he's self aware enough to not let it get in the way of the mission

- if he assigns Deimos more desk work and puts him in the field less often, it isn't worth mentioning

- Deimos feels the opposite. inadequacy complex be damned, he truly believes he wouldn't have made it without Doc there by his side. reverse savior complex, if you will

- in the early stages I think they were probably heavily dependent on each other emotionally, Doc needing constant reassurance that Deimos is okay and Deimos being so devoted that the thought of upsetting 2B has him spiralling

- socially inept and a little fucked up, but they communicate well with each other. they never talk about It but things come to a head and they start having serious talks about boundaries that they need to have if they're going to make this work

- in time, they help each other heal and the relationship between them grows

- y'know that one quote about two people wanting each other in the way flesh wants to knit itself over a wound? that is them

- they're very physically affectionate with each other, despite what one might expect. like if they're in the same room, they're going to be sitting together or holding hands or something. touch keeps them both grounded in the moment

- they suck at expressing emotions verbally so there aren't any real pet names between them, unless 'Doc' qualifies. Deimos will call him 'Doctor' sometimes but that's usually when he's trying to be a tease

- both massive hypocrites which works in some ways because 2B will be up at 2am doing something and catch Deimos up as well, get on his case about sleeping, and then they'll bicker in a circle until both of them end up cuddled up in bed together

- Doc is naturally cold and Deimos is a walking furnace. they'll spend as much time as they can wrapped up in blankets together, hands laced together, pressing gentle kisses anywhere they can reach without moving too much

- Doc adores Deimos's fangs. he's always been fond of dangerous things and Dei is no exception

- Deimos will come massage 2B's shoulders when he's been cooped up for what Deimos deems to be too long. Doc melts once Deimos starts kissing the nape of his neck

- overall, I think they present the most opportunity for growth to each other. Deimos feels genuinely understood by Doc and Doc knows that he can let his guard down completely when they're together

I have so much brainrot about these little dudes right now please let me talk your ears off about the intricacies of their relationships with each other I promise I won't bite

[vervainvoyage]

Starting the Second Dream quest! Going to share my thoughts chronologically, Warframe spoilers ahead:

...why does the sword talk? I'm just... ok. So the guy blowing up my DMs is NOT some random asshole, he's a very specific asshole, with a grudge. And now he has a talking sword with an even bigger grudge against Tenno and Lotus. Which- I'm assuming is Lotus's dad that I've heard during Natah. HOW IS HE A SWORD NOW

I've gathered at this point that the Orokins made me and other Tenno (Father speaks of it during the open world quest on Deimos). I thought that way back then Lotus was also an overseer for Tenno, and this is why she was able to destroy the Orokin, by giving Tenno different orders than the Orokin wanted, but I'm not sure now if that's the case... I also thought that Lotus WAS an ancient Orokin that rebelled, but I've seen the surviving Orokin and none of them wear the silly hats that Lotus and her father have on, so I have no idea WHAT she is anymore. Anyway, after using Tenno to destroy the Orokin, she was then ordered to also destroy the Tenno- and refused. Something happened - or more likely, she did something - to lock away all the other "people" like her (the Sentient mentioned there was more of them and they're displeased), hid the Tenno away, and... possibly wiped their memories along with the memories of their ship AI (Ordis). Only to wake us up, probably centuries later, for... who even knows why now.

So. Me being an uncoordinated dumbass and running into walls makes sense in canon, I was asleep for a very long time and I'm missing chunks of memory, so that tracks. Lotus killed/removed TWO powerful groups of people, good job girl. Probably with the Tenno helping her but still. And I have a very uncomfortable creepy guy blowing up my DMs, actively going after me with a sentient sword. I've wiped the floor with the guy every time he showed up, but I can't judge how good of a power-up a talking sword will be.

Also I hate the Oculists showing up and stressing out mom- erm, Lotus, by scrambling the signal so she can't monitor me for a moment. And they're just plain creepy.

[solarballs-confessions]

yk what? more rambles

So like I. LOVE. The development phobos and deimos had okay. Ik they're like the minor support cast but like i just love how they grew more confident as time went on. I like how at first they were scared of the asteroid belt but now they're travelling to the edges of the solar system like its nothing. And I love how the moment they heard mars was severely injured its like the gravity of the entire situation in MR dawned on them to some extent and how they immediately joined luna's side against the fight because mars was hurt and how they both genuinely love mars and were like staring at luna when titan was monologing like "give us the signal and we'll run to tell others" despite how they both previously said they were scared of the asteroid belt at that time they were willing to face their fears and then how their relationship with earth also improves probably due to how serious earth was when he told that he was going to the asteroid belt to resolve everything and how both phobos and deimos knew the danger awaiting there and then them trying to protect earth from asteroids as well. And like how they both looked up to titan but in that moment when titan was holding luna hostage as a trap they KNEW titan was not on the right side of things. I just love how it shows kids maturing through war and conflict while still staying kids yk?

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[darlingdarkly]

Fates Worse Than Death Part 2

Deimos x f!reader Noncon Enemies to lovers

4.1k Words

CW: light violence against women, noncon elements, dubcon elements, really light blood, foul language, mature themes (this is a pretty light chapter, mostly setup, future chapters will be heavier)

Part: 1, 3

His quarters turned out to be a spacious suite at what you assumed was the top floor of the compound. Wherever it was had you make two lefts, a right, had you stumbling up two flights of stairs, across some sort of sky deck, which the guards made you cross with your head practically between your knees (which was very uncomfortable and probably unnecessary considering you knew the coordinates of the base to have arrived to infiltrate it in the first place) and then up four more flights.

You repeated this combination of directions in your mind three times over trying to program your brain to make the information stick. When you enacted your escape plan it would be imperative to have some familiarity with the layout of the building.

When they pushed you in the room with a hard shove that would have hurt if not for the soft carpet pile underfoot, they locked the door behind them and the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. You began to feel very much like a cornered animal and without your captor here to supervise them you knew any kind of behavior was on the table.

And just as you had expected they closed in on you. The one on the right, a thickset mountain of a man, immediately kicked you in the ribs, the steel toe of his boot felt like it bypassed your skin and flesh to grind directly into your rib cage, making you curl in on yourself on that side. The man on your left, a way shorter but much stockier man took that opportunity to seize your arm, his hands like iron manacles as he wrenched you back to your feet roughly.

You lashed out at the one who’d kicked you, catching him off guard and making good contact with the soft spongy paunch of his throat and knocking the wind from him as he doubled over. You laughed until the man at your side bunched the fabric of your shirt in one fist and rapidly pulled you towards him, the prominent shelf of his brow making contact with the bridge of your nose, making you scream in pain and squinch your eyes as they began to water uncontrollably, giving him advantage to maneuver you as he pleased.

Before you could recover you were pushed onto a thin, firm surface that you recognized immediately as a standard cot. He pulled old fashioned leather restraints across your body at several points, locking you down and securing your arms to your sides as you kicked and struggled as hard as you could. Short and stocky leaned down and whispered harshly in your ear.

“Relax, princess. Or I’ll drive my fist into your temple and tell the boss you bumped it on the ride up here. Just knocked you clean the fuck out.” He must’ve been bluffing and had clear instructions not to harm you too badly as you continued to struggle in your binds and no such blow ever came to be. You felt his hands on your head before he slid something down over your crown and overtop your eyes. The room became a pitch black tomb as the cool silk blocked out your sight.

He yanked your head forward and you felt him fiddling with the strap on the back of the mask and cinching it as tight as it’d go, in turn the mask over your eyes pulled flush against your closed lids even despite the raised eye molding meant to prevent precisely that. The result was an unbudgeable soft blinder that no amount of tossing or turning, though even that was a task in and of itself, would remove. He removed his hands from you and your head fell back against the cot. You heard him grunt at the other soldier before the door clicked shut followed by an elongated period of silence.

After a moment you completely relax your body, willing it to loosen the clench you’d put on as short and stocky began to restrain you, sinking as deep into the dip of the cot as the fabric would allow. You found it gave you about a half inch of clearance to wiggle. Shifting your head from side to side you found your mask was secured too tight to your head to try and slip it off, there was no pillow on the cot to try and catch the band on and even if there was as soon as Deimos came in he’d just put it back on and possibly duct tape it to your face or some other such cruel method to ensure it’d stay put.

For now the half inch of wiggle room would have to do but you wouldn’t act upon it now, in fact you re-bulked to try and conceal the gap you’d created. No point in giving yourself away early but after he’d fallen asleep, then and only then would you see what you were working with. It wasn’t long after that you heard the door open and your breath caught in your throat.

The thumps of his boots, as pretentious as they were intimidating, sounded through the space, indicating his presence but you knew it was a purposeful noise, he could’ve been silent if he’d wanted to. Having had your fill of thrills for the evening you tried your damndest to keep still and pretend to be asleep or passed out.

His footsteps receded until they were faint and then gone and you wondered just how big the room you were occupying really was. You’d wished you’d gotten a better look around before being blindfolded but there was no use in wishing for things beyond your control. He was gone for no more than a few minutes before you heard him re-enter your general area. You heard a drawer slide open and then thumps of armor and clothing falling to the floor. The next time he moved he was much quieter due to the fact he’d shucked his boots and it wasn’t until you felt the cot dip a bit that you realized he was beside you.

“Don’t bother, I know you’re awake, I gave the boys very specific instructions.” You're unsure whether it’s the ache in your ribs or perhaps the dull throb that accompanies the swelling of your nose, or maybe just your whole compiled circumstance brought on by the events of the evening that brought you here that makes you quick to anger. You’ve never been known for being level headed or patient but after the night you had you were feeling particularly irritable.

“Fuck you! Let me go!” You spat at him from your restraints, as futile in your struggles and outcries as a rat in a cage. It was infuriating to know the man who’d captured you, violated you and wrenched you of your freedom was just inches away, armor free and yours for the killing but tied down as you were he might as well have been over the moon for all the good it did you and even if you had been able to get your paws around his throat he’d probably end up overpowering you and killing you instead, probably resuscitate you and still end up keeping you just out of spite.

With the way people talked about him you were just waiting for his fangs to show and the claws to come out, a six foot tall inhuman monster in all he was capable of if the stories were true, you could hardly imagine the horrors under the mask. It was hard to ever believe he’d been one of you at one time, another operator working under rainbow, you wondered if you’d ever hear the full story.

“My, my. You’re bleeding sugarcane.” Your felt fingers swipe the trickle of blood off your upper lip and flinched at the feeling. “Stop flinching. I take very good care of what’s mine.” You couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Ohhh yeah, cause kicking me in the ribs and then head butting me before tying me down to this shitty cot is just the tits, right? Fucking five star place you’re running here you piece of shit.”

He tisked at you disapprovingly. “Still such a nasty mouth. That’s ok though. I’ll let it slide considering the circumstances, but you’ll learn to curb that, unless you like the little taste you had earlier, which I’m pretty sure we both know you had a fair amount of fun with, even despite the circumstances.”

He lifted your shirt just slightly to get a look at your ribs and saw they were already taking on a pinkish red hue that would ripen over time from yellow to brown to purple and then fade altogether, besides the discoloration and initial discomfort you would be fine. But that fact didn’t stop the flash of anger that flared in his chest that he quickly quelled, he kept his cards close to his chest.

“I’m sorry the accommodations are so inadequate, it’s all we could do on such short notice, if you had perhaps dropped us a line and let us know you were coming then better arrangements could have been made. I’d offer to let you sleep in my bed with me but I think I’d like to see the sun at least one more day.”

“As for the boys, I’m sorry they have no table manners, God knows I’ve tried to instill some in them. But they’re hammers, and to hammers everything just looks like nails.” His voice held the tone of a man disappointed but not surprised and he dropped the fabric of your shirt but not before getting an eyeful of the swell of your breast.

“If you’re going to be staying I should know some things. For starters, your name.” And he sat there genuinely expecting you to answer him, when none came he let out a gentle sigh. “Alright, then at least tell me if you have any allergies, any medications I should know about? Inhalers, insulin… birth control?”He paused after that and you surprised him with an answer.

“No.” you lied. You had no allergies and weren’t on any medications but you did just have an IUD procedure two months prior, thank fuck for small miracles. “Ahhh, so she can speak politely afterall.”

His cocksure attitude did not help your irritability but as you felt his thumb grip your chin and tip your head back, the sensation of his lips on your neck sure did. You felt him dip down and press searing hot kisses up the column of your throat, first just the press of lips. On the underside of your jaw, parting his lips just slightly and letting his tongue caress your skin. And just below your ear, nipping the skin with his teeth and sucking on the flesh he’d pulled in.

It made you keen in your binds, involuntarily arching to give him more access, a surrender he took eagerly as he spoke tauntingly against it in hushed tones. “You can curse and scream and struggle, but we both know you love this.”

Behind your mask your brow furrowed and you fought against the new arousal pooling low in your belly. You felt his lips leave your throat before his warm minty breath fanned over you, his lips just inches from yours. Conflicted and disgusted with yourself you turned your head away from him to resist and he chuckled darkly above you, relenting and pulling back.

“Baby steps, then.” You feel his weight leave the cot and his footsteps as they fall away before he’s pulling back the sheets and you hear a creak as he lays down for the evening. “Good night, sugarcane. See you bright and early.”

You don’t see as the lights go out and the room darkens, for you the lights went out long ago, the only difference being the silence that encompasses you and the wellspring of your own thoughts that plague your mind and refuses you of sleep. It’s not long before you hear his light snoring, mocking in its consistency.

You’ve forgotten all about that half inch clearance of wiggle room, forgotten all escape plans and all hope and all will. It’s him you think about as you lay awake, the stories you’ve heard and all the contrasting information you’ve received upon coming face to face with the man.

“He doesn’t take prisoners” yet here you are captured. “His fangs to show and claws to come out” But could those careful hands that checked your wounds and tipped back your chin really sprout claws? Could those lips that kissed your skin so delicately and with such gentle fervor conceal fangs? “Six foot tall inhuman monster” Somewhere in the drift you fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

You awoke to the blare of “Reveille” groggy and dis-oriented. Instincts kicked in as you tried to quickly spring up out of the cot and then memory followed soon after as you were acutely unable to. You groaned and lolled your head to the side in his direction, you heard the creak of his bed springs and were able to faintly detect his footsteps as he shuffled into the bathroom and closed the door. Much later he exited and rummaged around in various drawers before the boom of his boots began to get louder as he neared you.

You were blinded by strong sunlight as he pulled the sleeping mask off your face, eyes instinctively squinching as you pulled at your restraints to try and shield your eyes. “Morning, sugarcane.”

“Fuck me, Reveille? Really?” He chuckled down at you through the obsidian lenses of his mask. “Call me old fashioned. I bet you’re hungry.” Your stomach grumbled in turn, bypassing the tight lipped stubbornness of your brain and answering for itself. “Good. You should shower before we eat, are you going to be good and let me unbind you or am I going to have to fight you and bathe you myself?”

You considered it but decided this could be just the opportunity you were looking for. “No, I’ll be good.” And you are good as he undoes the leather straps that’ve been holding you down all night, you’re even good as he escorts you to the bathroom. That stops when he follows you in and closes the door behind him. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t mind me, go ahead.” Your eyebrows raise and your fists clench. “Uh uh. Go.” His head tilts and you wonder if he’s as expressive with his body language without the mask as he is donning it. “Not happening, sugarcane. You’re lucky you get a bathroom to shower in and I’m not hosing you down outside.”

“I'm not stripping until you leave.” It may have been just a white tee, your lower half exposed for as long as you’ve been conscious to know him but it was the last of your dignity. He strides forward and closes you in against the counter, caging you against it with his strong frame. “Wanna bet?”

You scowl up at him and push him back. “Fine.” You pull the tee off your body and stand straight and tall before him in naked glory. You slide the frosted door back on its track and step into the basin, giving him a glare as he shamelessly ogles you from beyond the mask before sliding it shut behind you.

You turn the tap on and it sputters. “Mind the water it’s-“ A strong jet of ice cold water blasts you from the head and you squeal in shock and surprise. “Fuck!”

“-cold to start with.” He chuckles as he watches you through the glass draw back from the cold stream to the far wall. “Where’s your tenacity, soldier?”

“Oh I’ll fucking show you some tenacity, asshole!” After a moment the water heats and you find you can stand underneath it finally. You wash quickly, you had hoped to gain access to something you could use to aid your escape while you were in here, but you hadn’t realized he meant to literally watch you bathe. There were no razors in the shower and even if there were there was no place to stow it.

You resign defeat and turn off the tap, staring through the frosted glass as he pulls a towel from a cabinet before sliding open the glass a few inches so he can hand it to you. You dry off and wrap the towel around you before stepping out. He hands you a pair of clean fatigues and find they actually almost fit. After pulling your hair up you follow him out the door and down the hall. You’re very surprised he’s not keeping you in his quarters the whole time or blindfolding you for transport but he seems not to care about you becoming familiar with your surroundings, a choice you hope to make him regret.

You head down the stairs as his shadow and cross the sky deck, head on a swivel this time as no one forced your head between your knees. It looks much different in the light but still just like any other standard military institution. The walls are high and guarded, there’s soldiers below, various platoons of them enthralled in varying activities. You see some doing P.T in the courtyard, some heading out beyond the walls of the base, even hear the distant ring of gunfire and the ping of targets being struck.

The building you enter on the other end of the sky deck is less modern than the one you’d left, walls of thickly painted cinder block surround you on all sides, the hallways are narrower and not just because they’re packed with soldiers coming and going. He turns through a pair of double doors into a huge mess hall already bustling with life. You follow him around the perimeter of the room and listen as soldiers stop eating to greet him, it’s clear he commands great respect amongst them as they stare after him, throwing cautionary malign stares towards you, word travels fast on base.

You sit across the table from him, the only table in the big room not built to set twelve people, it’s obviously meant for him and a few higher ups exclusively and you, a prisoner, seen sat at the table with him has a hushed murmur flitting like a fine mist over the room. He pays it no mind as a soldier brings up two trays and silently sets them in front of each of you. He digs in and you thoroughly examine yours for spit before doing the same.

He strikes up conversation like it’s a date instead of your first meal in captivity. “How’d you sleep?” You don't know how to answer that, wonder if you should even answer it at all but there’s really no point in not, so you do but don’t ask him the same. “Fine.”

You eat and it must please him to see it. “You really were hungry.” Maybe too stunned to say anything other than the obvious but while it does alleviate one worry it simultaneously sparks another as those who don’t immediately refuse food usually have a reason for doing so, to keep up their strength and bide time under good graces for eventual escape. He tucks the thought in the back of his mind as you both clean your plates and set out to start the day.

He leads you to his office and has you sit across from him as he starts out with the folders in his in box. Carefully reviewing each and signing them where needed before placing them into the out box to be returned. “I can run those out for you, get them back where they need to be.” And he looks up at you with a smile a mile wide you can’t see but do get to hear as he speaks. “Oh yeah, gonna be a doll for me, sugarcane? Turn yourself into my little secretary? Wouldn’t that be nice.”

“Why are you doing this?” He doesn’t even look up at you as he skims another document. “Doing what?”

“Being so reckless with me, carting me around like some little pet and not a prisoner of war. Or have you already forgotten how we met?” He stops and regards you for a moment, eyeing up your intentions before responding. “You wanna know the truth?”

You lean forward, all ears. “You know something I don’t. You know one, or some of my soldiers, better than I do and I wanna know what you know. You’ve already proved to be unaffected by normal interrogation and if I can’t make you tell me what I want to know then I’m going to have to keep you close until you do. And that means carting you around like my little pet, as you so aptly put it.” His honesty makes you slump a little, he really did mean to bore you to death, have you right by his side 24/7 through his boring day to day.

“Don’t look at me like that. We can still have some fun.” You feel his boot slide forward to play footsie with yours under the desk and you sneer and pull it back in disgust. “Be good and I’ll let you lick my stamps for me.” He laughs and you lean back in the chair, not looking forward to the day ahead.

After an hour he rises from the desk and you lift from your bored stupor to watch as he walks around the desk and past you to the door. You get up to go with him but without turning he stops you. “Stay.” Without so much as another word he leaves and at first you’re too stunned to do much else but stare after him in shock but it quickly wears off and you move swiftly around the other side of the desk.

You rummage over the tabletop and through the immediate drawers, hoping for something, anything to aid you, a letter opener would be godsent but you’d take a damn tac if you could find a way to smuggle it from the room. You find a little catch all full of paperclips and a brilliant smile breaks open on your face. Quickly slipping it into your shoe you sit back down, content. A few minutes later he comes back and you try your hardest to look beyond bored.

He drops a set of clothes into your lap and you stare down at them curiously. “What are these?” He leans against the desk. “You’re new clothes, had them special made, you’ll wear them from now on.”

You examine them, shifting the fabric in your arms. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing now?”

“What’s wrong is they’re not your clothes.” He gestures to the ones in your lap. “Those are.” He stands straight and has you get up and follow him down the hall to a bathroom. “Change.” You wonder if he’ll make you do it while he watches but he seems content enough to just leave the door open and turn away while you do it. Acting quickly to avoid suspicion, you carefully step out of your shoes so as not to disturb your treasure and change. The new set of duds is a way tighter fit, a one piece jumpsuit that clings to you like a second skin, you’ve worn looser wetsuits. The collar fits snuggly and stiff around your neck and no amount of tugging at it does anything to loosen it.

Dressed but a bit unhappy with the new get up you put your shoes back on and step out for him to examine. He hums in approval, unable to resist reaching out and gliding a gloved hand down your hip. “Much better.”

You don’t even skip a beat. “Thanks, I hate it.” He doesn’t either. “Too bad. You don’t have a choice, or have you forgotten how we met already?”

You’ll give him credit, he’s quick and he’s cocky but not obnoxiously so and that’s just the right mix usually but he’s literally the enemy so later after the days done and you find yourself thanking god to be back in his suite after what had to be the most boring day on earth, you know when he tells you he’s got to leave base for a few days and you’ll be staying behind that it’s your last opportunity for escape.

As the lights go out for the second night you begin to mentally prepare.

[cosmica-galaxy]

Ok so I concept:

Both the main 4 from the series and the main 4 from nexus both ending up with one player? Like, all 8 of them ending up in the player world. That SPEAKS TO ME SO MUCH

Hank:

Well, considering how we saw how two Hanks meeting up in the cartoon would go, I guess it would probably be the same whenever they actually breach into the Player's reality simultaneously. Both Hanks lock eyes and IT'S ON. The pair duel it out, nearly to the death, until the Player manages to get ropes on the both of them and force them to sit. Both of their respective Docs sit next to them, and hold them back from killing each other.

The game-version of Hank would be protective of his Player and growl and snap at the opposite Hank, who would silently flip him the bird. I also think the game-versions will have a closer relationship with the Player, since the Player can actually control them, while the cartoon versions of themselves would be more concerned about where they are and who the Player is.

Cartoon Hank can't deny it, though. There is something alluring about the Player that he seems to just like.

Sanford:

Both Sanfords would be cautious of each other, but would eventually warm up to one another after spending time with each other. They both enjoy a good drink, burger, and a place to lay on. But there are some differences that are noticeable. First, Game-Sanford is much more boisterous and loud than his cartoon counterpart. Cartoon-Sanford is much more mature and quieter, which gives him a rather intimidating edge.

However, the Game-Sanford isn't all smiles and chuckles. He does become protective of the Player and this seems to catch his cartoon-variant's attention. Similar to cartoon Hank, Cartoon-Sanford will just watch and observe as his game-version dotes and swoons over this random humanoid creature from another world. But the longer he stays in their presence, the more he can find himself appreciating them.

He'll possibly start to slowly get closer to the Player. With his quiet nature helping him out, he may just get close enough to not be noticed.

Deimos:

Both are the twins from hell. They smoke a lot, are filled with numerous one-liners, love grilling and cooking Player's food, and each one is a total respective flirt in their own way. They aren't shy about getting nice and close to the "only hot person in the room" (aka Player) and squishing them between their bodies while each teases and chuckles at the Player's flustered face. Thankfully, both Sanfords would pull them back if they start getting a bit TOO bold, and in Game-Sanford's opinion; TOO close to the Player, and the cycle will inevitably repeat.

You better get used to becoming a regular target for the two Deimos as they both attempt to take advantage of their silky smooth voices and team-up strategies to make the Player into a flustered mess. To keep them at bay, or when you need a break from the troublesome duo, you can sit next to both Sanfords (who will reel both of their Deimos in) or the Hanks (Who will probably kill them if they tried anything).

But now that each Deimos has a partner in crime with the same wavelength of thought, their pursuit of the "hottie" will only grow and may become a daily nuisance.

Doc:

The Docs are easily the less troublesome duo in the Player's world. If anything, both would be talking about science and properties of your reality for hours on end. Along with the general talk about your world, the cartoon world, and the game world all existing parallel to each other. They will literally talk to each other for hours about things they have each discovered and about other numerous things that few would be able to wrap their head around. But one thing that they both enjoy talking about the most, is about the Player. Bald-Doc will question how the Player is so important and Mohawk-Doc will elaborate on their abilities and the strange powers that they possess.

Both Docs would enjoy the Player's presence more, if both of their Hanks would just behave already! It's been less than 24 hours and both Docs have had to reign in both Hanks from killing each other for the 4th time that day and it was honestly exhausting. Thankfully, the Player managed to bribe Cartoon-Hank with a blender to behave somewhat, dialing back on the violence in the household. While not the most peaceful environment to study in, the technology that the Player's world offered was YEARS ahead of anything in their universe.

Compiling and writing out documents is how both of the Docs spend their free time. Studying, researching, and broadening their knowledge about certain things about both the Player and their world. Eventually, Cartoon-Doc begins to see the value that Game-Doc was talking about.

[madness-combat-confessions]

Can someone explain to me the madness combat lore

Sure thing!

I introduce:

Madness combat lore explained by a dumbass who doesn't actually know the lore!!

Who also doesn't know how to explain shit!

From what I understood:

Project Nexus is given to Phobos by the Employers who are god-like being and "guardians" of Nevada

3 important scientists by the names of Dr Jebediah Christoff , Dr Hofnarr and Dr Crackpot work for him

Crackpot introduces the zed plan (which is basically reviving someone who died by giving a S-3LF, that are madcom version of souls, to a corpse turning them to zombies)

Christoff dislikes the idea so he suggests a different plan the sleepwalker program

Phobos agrees to the idea but doesn't take down the zed plan

PN: Classic arena mode happens where Subject 1v02P 6 is made to go through a time loop of fighting and dying to improve his combat skills which would be later used for the sleepwalker program

During that I think they also discovered the other place (which is basically the afterlife/hell) somehow? I don't remember how bro

Hofnarr was made to investigate the other place and he discovered dissonance energy

Hofnarr and Crackpot smoked dissonance energy like it was weed and that begun to fuck up their sanities, which is important later

Sometime after that Christoff realises how messed up this shit really is so he decides to put end to it. He takes the Keystone Fragment (the halo)

With the help of Hofnarr and Sheriff he takes down Phobos and project nexus daming nexus city in the process

Hofnarr fucking loses it and becomes Tricky some time after that

Then the events of the series begin and Hank becomes a problem

The AAHW either already existed and was changed to the AAHW or was formed after Hank became a problem idk, it is lead by the Auditor who's one of the employers

Eh Sheriff who lead over the AAHW temporary activates the improbability drive and fucking dies lol

Then everything goes to hell, basically

And uh oh turns out some scientists and agents from project nexus had survived and they try to restart the Project

One of them being Crackpot who fled after the city fall and started a clut

And it also turns out Phobos had a backup plan to dying: Project Gestalt which is basically he used Gestalt as a vessel to absorb S-3LFs to reach godhood

So eh Christoff teams up with Hank, Sanford and Deimos to stop Phobos, again.

Oh and it turns out Sheriff was somehow revived and now leads a faction called MERC cool

Anyway the events of the game happen I'm lazy to explain it watch a play through

Yippe they defeat Phobos!! Whoooo! Not so yippe Hank decides to fucking betray them and try to kill San and Dei. It's okay tho they kill them, and Doc probably revived them after

Goddamnit Hank

And then the events of the series continue

I'm not sure when exactly MPN:2 takes place but If I had to guess I'd say sometime between MC:7 and MC:8 because my instinct tells me that

[mysticstarlightduck]

OC Headcanon Tag!

Thanks for the tag, @thepeculiarbird (here)!

Rules: use this headcanon generator to generate some headcanons for your OCs! How accurate are they?

I'll go with the cast of Supernova Initiative and The Forgotten Ones for this one!

SUPERNOVA INITIATIVE

Jack believes in ghosts and insists on trying to summon one at every sleepover.

You know what? This is canon now. I think Jack doesn't actually believe in ghosts but insists on trying to summon one just to spook out Deimos.

Deimos sings in the shower.

Omg, no lol. Deimos is so anxious about what people think of him and seeming perfect all the time, he would feel too awkward to do that and risk the others in the spaceship hearing him.

Cassiopeia has an incredible long-term memory but an awful short-term memory.

Eh... I mean, if she has been pulling all-nighters and drinking too much coffee I can definitely see her forgetting short-term stuff really clumsily, but she normally has pretty good long-term and short-term memory.

Vesper is very good at walking in platform heels.

I mean... she's a cyborg so she probably has uncannily good walking balance, so likely yes. But since she's all about practicality, she ain't trading her special combat boots (that have built-in wheels she can activate) for anything in the known universe lol

Aleks knocks people over by hugging them.

I can actually see that happening fr. Aleks is really clumsy, and is also really friendly and loves a good prank, so he's the perfect mix for this to happen lmao.

Noctus is oblivious to any and all romantic interest someone may show him.

THIS IS ACTUALLY CANON. Noctus is as oblivious as a doorknob to any kind of affection directed to his person and is genuinely confused/weirded out when someone is "too nice" to him.

Gabi has an intense fear of spiders.

Yeah, no. That would be a headcanon more suited to Jack, who has insectophobia, but Gabi? She don't care lol. She will smack a spider with her bare hands and carry on like nothing happened.

Pax almost drank the lethal dosage of caffeine once.

I don't think he likes coffee nearly that much on regular days, but if he had to pull all-nighters to pass an important test or something? I can definitely see him accidentally doing something like this and being hella confused when he wakes up in the hospital.

Ethean has a Roblox account.

Roblox doesn't exist in their universe, most likely, but he probably has an account of the in-universe equivalent of Roblox lmao. He pretends he doesn't but he probably does.

Lyorna is not good with social cues.

Actually canon!!!!

Meridian's favorite subject in school was Math.

Uh. No. They're a theater kid/art kid at heart and don't have nearly enough patience necessary to like math.

Pyerce cries while watching disney movies.

Pyerce is a legendary ex-assassin/mercenary and father of two in his late forties/early fifties. That is to say the answer to this: Yes, he does cry while watching Disney movies but no one shall ever find out.

THE FORGOTTEN ONES

If Arzhel likes someone, they will give them a pretty rock.

... Yes. Just yes.

Elodie tackles and wrestles people to show affection.

Probably! She has three siblings and is a pretty hyperactive street urchin, so I think this is actually really accurate!

Sorin always has a maid dress on her.

LOL NO. HELL NAH. Sorin was raised to be a warrior and is on a journey to get revenge on the man who killed her father, I think she hasn't worn a dress in a while now - mainly because she is pretty attached to her armor, though she does really like dresses - and probably hasn't worn a maid dress ever.

Vivaldah has a pet squirrel.

Not canon, but she would love one!

Finnian desperately needs a hug but doesn't know it and refuses to ask for one.

ACCURATE. This is actually canon!!!!!

Aisling is an introvert.

I mean... this is canon!

Gael could easily survive The Hunger Games.

... With his power on full blast? Oh yeah, but that has bad consequences for him every time he overexerts his powers. With his "regular self"? Yeah, no he dead.

Daragh has one, very simple word that they cannot figure out how to pronounce.

Hm. You know what, this fits his vibe very well for odd reasons.

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[the-sky-queen]

Solstice the Darkling

Context | Nebula | Deimos

Eclipse’s little sister

Her (and Deimos') father was reassigned jobs shortly after Solstice was born. He hasn't been seen since, so he is presumed dead.

Born a couple years after Eclipse

Solstice is mute

She communicates via Darkling Sign Language, which combines hand signs with tail movements. However, many words have been lost over the years of captivity since the language wasn't regularly used. Solstice fills in the blanks in her vocabulary with gestures, acting, and sometimes coming up with new signs herself.

For whatever reason, she refuses to walk upright. Most of the time, she gets around on all fours, occasionally raising up slightly so she can reach something.

She's a feral little gremlin child and loves to rough house and play

Eclipse is her best friend

Too young to have a job just yet.

Has very sharp teeth and bites stuff a lot.

Design notes under the cut :)

SHE'S SO CUTE AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Okay, starting once again with the eyes! Solstice has amber eyes. I did this because I wanted to tie her to Eclipse in as many ways as I could, since they're besties. :) Orange is the closest color to yellow, so yeah. For the same reason, that's why Solstice has lightning shaped pupils.

For her coloring, I decided to put Solstice in between Nebula and Deimos. She's not as light as her mom and not as dark as her brother. Just thought it was cool and satisfying that way.

For clothes, I stuck with my previously mentioned idea of Darklings making simple clothes because of their lack of fabric. Solstice gets a long poncho! I didn't give her a skirt because I felt like she wouldn't need it. The poncho probably isn't as long as it needs to be, but I wanted people to be able to actually see some of her hands. You'll also notice that the edges of her poncho are ripped and frayed because she's a rough-houser! To top off her clothes, she's got some cuffs tied around her ankles. No real reason why those are there. I just thought they looked cool. :) I decided not to give her any shoes because she strikes me as the kind of kid who would either kick them off immediately or chew them to pieces. XD

Since Solstice almost always gets around on all fours, I did my best to draw her in a crouched position. It's not perfect, but it gets the message across! I actually drew out the full pose and then realized almost all of it was going to get erased because of her poncho. XD

But that's Solstice!! She's adorable and I love her. Go check out Nebula and Deimos' posts if you haven't already!

[arisunakayama]

Hiii so I saw you're doing madcom requests and got an idea

So main 4 headcanons for a convenience store owner reader. Basically they're just the most reliable source for a lot of things, and really chill too. Just wanna sell things and help without a care for their wanted posters or massive organisation. So the S.Q already knows them from buying stuff from the shop, but thet only recently started paying attention to the owner and realised how...nice they were.

You can choose the type of headcanon (like your Pandora's box thing or one-time separate hc's) or if you want to add other characters :) thank you!

Main 4 with Store Owner!Reader or Pandora’s Box! Reader

Imma do both because my ideas are running WILD rn lmao. Plus it gives me a reason to try and write off writer’s and artist’s block. Plus this will be LOOONNNGGG

A/N: PANDORA’S BOX!READER USES GENDER NEUTRAL PRONOUNS, BUT IS FEM PRESENTING. CONVENIENCE STORE!READER IS PURELY GENDER NEUTRAL!

Depending on if you’re a shop owner or the founder/CEO of Pandora’s Box will kind of differentiate the relationship you might have with the Main Four.

For example, if you happen to be a convenience store owner, chances are you’ll be closer to both Sanford and Deimos compared to Hank and 2BDamned.

But you’d probably still retain a good relationship with the both Hank and Doc.

If you were the Founder/CEO of the Pandora’s Box agency, you’d most likely be closer to Doc and Hank while still retaining a good relationship with both Sanford and Deimos.

But nonetheless the four of them would notice how pretty chill and nice you are.

But although in both scenarios you’re still pretty chill and don’t really care for their reputation, the personalities between the two are different between Store Owner!Reader and Pandora’s Box!Reader.

[CONVENIENCE STORE!READER]

If you’re a convenience store owner, chances of you meeting the Main Four are slim.

But hey, you somehow were able to manage that with them coming into your store because of some dead batteries that was inside of some sort of device that they needed to work.

You remembered how they entered your store, Doc looking irritated along with Deimos who was still fiddling with the poor remote.

Meanwhile Sanford looked like he was just ready go back home.

Hank on the other hand looked indifferent, although a bit irked.

Of course you knew who they were, there were wanted posters of them plastered all over the place outside of your store.

But honestly you could care less. A customer is a customer and you of all people knew better than to stick your nose in other people’s business.

Anyways, Doc just ended up grabbing the pack of batteries from the store racks before slamming it down onto the counter in front of you.

Meanwhile you looked behind him, seeing the other three behind him with what looked like whatever they just grabbed around the store.

While you were ringing up their items, Deimos looks at the wanted posters of them that was plastered on the bulletin board.

He points it out. “You know you have the wanted posters of us, right?” You could feel him eye your suspiciously.

“I know. But honestly, it’s really not my business.” You shrug your shoulders while putting the items into a bag, giving it to Doc while he pays you.

The four of them can only stare at you in silence before continuing.

“Look all I’m saying is, I get all types of people passing here and I know how to keep my mouth shut tight.” You lean onto the desk in front of you with a soft smile “Meaning, there’s no reason for me to open them at all.”

They still don’t really trust you, to which you can’t really blame them.

Nevada was a place you couldn’t really be relaxed in. Especially when there were murderers, thieves, cannibals and a whole bunch of unsavory types of people out there.

If it was before missions, they would usually stop by and grab only necessary things.

Though if it was like a camp out due to survey ing a tower/building, then they’d end up grabbing a few more snacks to keep them content.

The ones who you talked to the most would Deimos and Sanford considering how more relaxed they are when it comes to casual conversation

Compared to Doc and Hank, the two of them make you feel a lot more safe.

As for 2BDamned and Hank themselves, it’s more of just business.

But as time goes on between the four of them do end up coming to realization that you genuinely do care about them and their well being.

Not only are you nice to them, but you also aren’t that afraid of them. Which to be honest it a nice change.

Especially when it comes to having a new trustworthy friend.

Good job Reader! You’ve managed to not only get the main four to be your friends, but also guard dogs and attack dogs.

Especially when someone vandalizes or threatens to kill you or steal from you.

[PANDORA’S BOX!READER]

As I’ve mentioned before, you’d most likely strike up a partnership with the main four and the S.Q just to spite the AAHW and it was good to have a powerful ally who wasn’t Phobos or the Auditor.

Most likely you’d be closer due to 2BDamned and Hank just due to professionalism, business related jobs, or etc.

That and Hank’s odd obsession with wanting to constantly spar with you because of wanting to see how fast you could actually avoid him.

Which by the way, you still heavily outweighs him in that skill.

But back onto the topic, 2BDamned would be the one to do all the talking and negotiating. Though there will be times you both do joke around with each other by throwing small jokes.

He genuinely enjoy doing business with you though, seeing how well the two of you compromise with each other.

As for Hank he doesn’t really care about all that stuff. Unless it deals with weaponry, then he’s all for listening and seeing what you have.

As long as he has something he can use to saw, slice, or put holes into whatever gets in his way efficiently , he’ll gladly see what you have.

There was a moment after a while where Doc did have a shortage of supplies and had to tell you that the promised cargo wouldn’t be delivered to your company until they had what they needed.

But to their surprise, mostly Doc’s, you just waved it off and gave them the same amount of shipment to them that you usually trade with them only to tell them to not worry about it, considering your company already had way too much of what they were about to ship to you.

It made Doc skeptical, usually things like this had some sort of motive behind them.

But once he saw the sincerity you had, he was definitely taken back. Hell even Hank was taken back at how generous you were being with them.

Congrats, Reader! You now have the Necromancer and The Boogie Man by your side with semi weak knees

[headlessjest]

Y'all thought I was only a artist? Nuh uh!!! I got some dadness combat Hc stuff for y'all!!!! (Sorry if my grammar and writing is bad. I do write a lot but rarely post it and mainly keep it to myself.)

(All of this is platonic!!!)

Hank:

・To be honest, he's not gonna be the best father/parent figure in the world. He's a murderer for Christ sake! But he sometimes do set aside his responsibilities for you. Not all the time though.

・He sometimes forgets to feed you and when he does remember, they'll just give you a hot dog. Hope you don't choke on it.

・They'll play with you when he has the time to, but he's often busy 24/7.

・You one time threw up in bed and since he was too tired to clean your bed up, they just took you into his bed and let you sleep with him for the night. (Your room smelled awful in the the morning though..)

・Ya know how toddlers/little kids squirm away from their parents when it's feeding time or running away before going to bed? That's you both but 10 times more rougher and violent with it. He threw you once and you almost tore off their finger once.

Deimos:

・Smoker dad. He's a smoker dad, but he tries not to smoke around you, even if you don't mind it. Doesn't want you coughing a lot around him, almost sounding like you're dying.

・He also sometimes forgets to feed you, but he doesn't just give you a hot dog like Hank. He actually finds food that you don't choke on and feeds you it.

・I think some of y'all know my child! Reader design where reader has a harness right? Well, Deimos is the only one where he doesn't have to use it a shit ton. Because he always carries you by your feet.

・I think Deimos would try to rock you to bed no matter what age, both lovingly or just to tease you.

・Deimos always loves it when you watch him play games. He even loves it when you point out obvious things he didn't notice in the game.

Sanford:

・Probably the best dad out of all of them. He's such a loving guy and a massive sweetheart. Most likely got it from his mom.

・Would go nuts when you get an injury. He would flail around trying to find bandades, bandages, etc whilst comforting you at the same time.

・He loves to relax with you on the couch. When both of you are just really tired, you'll just relax on the couch and most likely fall asleep.

・He never forgets to feed you. He gets the right stuff and always has a timer for breakfast, lunch, pre dinner, and dinner.

・Whenever you get sick, he puts all his plans aside just to take care of you. He doesn't want to see his kid in pain.

Jebediah:

・Honestly, he's a neutral dad. He can be kinda strict but only due to his trust issues around Nevada, but he does care for you and wants you to have fun.

・He's always busy so he has a schedule that he always runs by to you when he heads out. He does write it down just incase you do forget though.

・His voice is genuinely comforting to me, so if you can't sleep or something, he'll read you a bedtime story or even sing you a lullaby.

・He never forgets to feed you, but when he's out for something, he has premade food and extra snacks just incase.

・You one time followed him and accidently got yourself dragged into the project nexus shit. He wasn't happy about that.

Tricky:

・Jesus Christ he's not a great parent. He a immortal demon clown and you expect him to be a good dad?

・He does feed you but not the right stuff...

・He one time took you on a high speeded ride throughout Nevada and he somewhat regrets it. You became temporarily deaf for awhile.

・Whenever you're tired but you can't sleep, he always, like always starts a pillow fight with you, hoping for it to tire you down.

・Honestly doesn't care if you get fed to much candy. He'll just let you rob a candy store and then eat it.

Sheriff:

・He's also a pretty great dad, but his cowardly ways can sometimes get in the way of being a parent in general.

・Don't be fooled by his cowardly ways, he will not hesitate to fight just for you. Except for Hank. You both will run away.

・Always loves it when you wake him up first thing in the morning just to eat breakfast. You're like an alarm for him.

・He one time showed you around Merc and you gotten pretty close with Church and Jorge. Y'all are like siblings pretty much.

・He one time let you wear his hat and you didn't give it back to him after. He genuinely had to find a new hat.

2BDamned:

・So he's not a good dad but he's also not a bad dad. He's also a little bit more stricter than Jeb.

・When you don't really work with him by eating or going to bed, he sometimes puts you in timeout.

・He also is way more better at fixing you up when you got hurt or sick.

・He never let's you have sweets. He always gets those vegan snacks that you thought were bad but are actually pretty good.

・Some of y'all would probably get this, but you know when you're working with your dad with something like the car, and you freak out when your dad asks for a certain tool and he gets upset from you not getting it quickly, yeah that's you two.

Phobos:

・Phobos is not a good dad. Final answer.

・The only few things that're sweet is that he always keeps the drawings you give to him. He'll look at them once in awhile when he's working.

・He always have his workers babysit you, the only times he's around you is when it's bed time or when all the workers can't babysit you.

・When he first saw that you were one of the cloning failures, he was gonna kill you, before you accidentally touched his heart by doing literally nothing.

・He watches over you on the cameras when you're hanging out with the workers and sometimes laughs a bit to himself when he sees you mess with them.

Auditor:

・They're not a really great dad. They always care about their work and gets a little upset they're not there for you.

・One time, you wandered into their office and just casually sat on their lap and slept there. They didn't move a single inch during that.

・You sometimes remind them of a cat, so they sometimes even carry you like a cat.

・Despite not having any lips, they try to give something that resembles a forehead kiss. Like a headbump or something.

・They hate that you grow up faster than them. (I Hc auditor that they're like 1000 years old or smth) They don't like that they'll see you grow right in front of their eyes and them not age a single bit.

Omg that last one was sad, uh.. Hope y'all like this..? Like I said before, sorry for any grammatical errors, writing errors, etc.

-Jester

[gravedigest]

HNMT drabble

”Deimos?”

Hm.

“Deimos? I can’t seem to find Deimos.”

The feet beneath the cot shuffle a little further into the shadows, near silent, but now fully hidden.

“I was going to give him some tablet time…”

… Nothing? Really?

“If he snuck out, they’re going to call security down. They’ll probably tell me to revoke snack closet privileges.”

There’s his little monster, springing off the back wall, claws outstretched. The kid fully wraps around his legs, mouth wide, they make eye contact as Deimos goes for the kill-

Just a light tap of his teeth against Doc’s ankle before he gets his mouth twisted in an evil grin.

He’s such an animal.

But, kids really are just animals.

“You brushed your teeth?”

“Nope!”

“Why not?”

“Poison attack.”

Doc rubs at the bridge of his nose, and gives Deimos a look.

The kid stares up, withered.

“… Vvvvenom attack.”

“Better. Go brush.” He scoots the kid with a foot, until Deimos detaches to get up to his feet and dash off to the washroom.

He should probably supervise.

Last time he let him go by himself, Deimos had started messing around in the eye rinse station.

Kudos to the designer, they created something with such an understandable design that a feral child could operate it first try. Then use it to trick scientists into demonstrating how the thing worked, smacking the button to start the flush when they leaned down to show him how one should put their face.

Utter nightmare.

“You have not had the time to brush-“ Deimos had come back to the room, toothbrush in hand-

Blood dribbling from his mouth.

“Bit m’cheek,” He hooks his own lip like a fish, trying to show where he’d hurt himself. He looks- Not panicked, but worried, as Doc drops to his knees to inspect the damage. “Does it count?”

Doc almost doesn’t hear the question through the fact that Deimos is talking around his own fingers. He tilts the kid’s head to see better, and- Yikes. He hasn’t chewed himself that hard since he’d first arrived. “Count for what, Deimos?”

“Bites? There’s blood.”

… His kid doesn’t live a normal life.

He inhales, exhales, then coaxes Deimos into just a little bit of eye contact. “What would a muzzle do if you bit the inside of your mouth?”

“… Nothin’?”

“Right. Let me find some cotton.”

The labs are filled with every type of swab and medium one could hope to find, this area used to be a place for chemical research. Then they got that new wing, and this place has been overrun by the more esoteric projects that no one wants to properly classify.

Or document.

Or acknowledge.

Not for lack of interest, but more-so the want for an amount of secrecy. Some things that happen here are completely inane and downright stupid, some things are above Doc’s own pay-grade.

Some things are packing cotton balls in a par-boiled clone’s mouth and emphasizing that he must not, under any circumstances, swallow the cotton balls.

Doc can tell he is really fighting the urge.

Admirable.

“If you swallow them, I’ll have to have Skinner pump your stomach again.”

“Noooooo…”

He’d swallowed several coins.

And a small desk toy.

And only got caught because he’d been eating erasers.

He is curious about something, though.

“… Does it hurt?”

Deimos looks puzzled by the question, finger in his mouth to press at the cotton like he’s keeping it in place. His brows are all pinched, slightly raised, like Doc’s an idiot.

He nods.

“… I’ve just noticed you don’t really tell me when something hurts.”

“M’I s’posed to?”

“I’d like to know. People usually say ‘Ow’ when they get hurt.”

“Ow.”

“Good enough.”

The kid beams with bloody teeth, and allows himself to be ushered back to his room.

Doc does fulfill the semi-promise of letting Deimos have the tablet for a while, watching him go through puzzles until the kid starts leaning more and more against the wall, until his eyes droop.

He has Deimos spit the cotton out before he konks out, the bleeding stopped for the moment.

Doc lingers for a while. He should be taking the chance to pop back to his apartment, perhaps get a few hours of proper rest on a flat surface, but the prospect of leaving the kid alone down here continues to be a daunting one.

Deimos gets into trouble, yes.

He’s not exactly concerned about that, because he gets in trouble for show. He has to have an audience to make it entertaining, and there are only a few scant researches that will make nighttime trips to this level, if they do show up.

And he isn’t afraid of Deimos being caught in an emergency, per say.

Deimos can quite obviously take care of himself if someone were to break in to the labs again, he has the upper-hand in the dark and the ability to hold his own if he gets a weapon.

He’s more worried about…

Well, he isn’t quite sure.

The sight of the kid with a bloody mouth, that he may hurt himself and have no one there to fuss over him, that he won’t take care of himself because he lacks the necessary reactions to reduce his own pain.

That he may get scared, waking up alone.

Or that he may wander off looking for Doc.

That he’ll have a bad dream.

He looks over the kid, in his too-big cot, swaddled in enough blankets to swim in.

He has the thought again, the thought that he should be in a house, that he shouldn’t subsist off what equates to mediocre hospital food, that there should be clothes that fit him and shoes he could wear.

It would be a mistake to have more kids for him to be around, this world is not made for children.

He doesn’t go back to his apartment. He finds a vending machine to get a bag of chips, and takes up on the uncomfortable couch in a nearby break room, writing out his notes until he can’t keep his eyes open anymore.

He’ll go home tomorrow.

He just won’t define where home is yet.