#IV Inf

[enginator2000]

infinites 141-149. the end of an era

part 1 part 10 part 11 part 12 part 13 part 14

[kristhekrispy]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH

[p0ffstarz]

INF AU 1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY!!!! AUGSHGSAAA/POS IM SO HAPPY

[bioshocked-astroghost]

Idk who I’m making this post for, feel like i just wanna get my thoughts down. If anyone wants to comment they’re welcome to

Just played Oblivion for the first time ever, put almost 5 straight hours in….

Would it be weird to say it managed to make me feel homesick for Skyrim?

Idk man it’s not bad and maybe once I get a better grip on the mechanics it’ll be better but not only am I immensely lost with how the personality/speech skills work as well as generally confused by almost everything, but Oblivion’s map layout just feels so….lonely. Barren and lonely. It made me sad lmfao I saw Skyrim on the map and was like omg home :,(

I don’t hate it though! I just think I have to get used to it, though I can’t stand having to figure out the 4 or 5 inventory/journal tabs, I’m so so so confused by them

I do appreciate the automatic dual wield with weapons and magic, wish they kept they in Skyrim. Felt the same way about that particular mechanic when I saw original Bioshock used it after already playing Bio Infinite first

I am however having a BLAST with the battle music cut-out and the way characters absolutely either rag doll or launch when you kill them and the infamous zoom-in on faces <3

I think, everything else aside, my main frustration is how lackluster quests are compared to skyrim. It just doesn’t have the same urgency, and the way they’re organized in the tab feels like they’re hidden away sort of? Idk something about Oblivion just isn’t encouraging me to go and explore or talk to people or do quests the way Skyrim does

I am aware that these are practically two completely different games despite sharing developers and lore/storylines but when it’s a game from a specific series usually you expect that they’ll have at least a similar vibe. Oblivion struck me the same way Morrowind did, which is that it’s lacking in the same excitement I feel playing Skyrim

But again, I understand why! There were YEARS between these games and a lot has changed and they’ve gotten better at art style, mechanics, etc which therefore will produce different games. I really really really wanna enjoy Oblivion (I’d also like to enjoy Morrowind but god that felt almost tedious) so if anyone sees this and has advice for how best to enjoy Oblivion (minus mods! Wanna finish it normally first) I would greatly appreciate it

[lemonsbakery]

Current inf au roguefort design and old inf au roguefort design

[zenyuumi]

biting your head and eating the pain away hope you feel better soon!!!

Waa thank you!! I do feel better :D turns out i was jus dehydrated lol

[wabblebees]

the universe is mean as hell but at least its fucking funny

(cw for christian end-times conversion bullshit under the readmore)

[fatal-quiete-png]

Che qualcuno mi salvi come un possente con segno di vittoria coronato salvò l'ombra del primo parente e altri molti

[celestialmancer]

Day after IV iron has me feeling funky & unproductive girl help

[shaylogic]

Transcription of the "Layers of Hell" from Edwin's notebook:

Title: Layers of Hell

Illustration of descending levels, to be described with each level transcribed.

Right side of page divides "Upper Hell" and "Lower Hell" (both roughly 4-5 floors)

Left side of page labeling the levels:

Vestibule: Endless(?) Staircase [illustration: spiralling stairs as the top level]

I. Limbo [stick figures stuck in hotel lobby]

II. Lust [stick figures writhing together in a butchershop, hooks and blood dripping down walls shown]

III. Gluttony [stick figures binging and purging food]

IV. Avarice [stick figures seemingly pushing boulders back and forth] Notes to the right: "heavy [workers/laborers(?)], everyone in your way"

V. Wrath [stick figures swept up in what look like currents] Personal note of transcriber: I looked up notes on Dante's version to get a better idea of this, and I quote "Note how the two groups suffer different punishments appropriate to their type of anger--the wrathful ruthlessly attacking one another and the sullen stewing below the surface of the muddy swamp (Inf. 7.109-26)". Link to source.

VI. Heresy [stick figures that appear to be seated around office tables, or perhaps are laying on sacrificial tables? Possibly graves/tombs. I'm afraid this one seems unclear to me.] Personal note of transcriber: I looked up more notes from the same source website as before, and I quote "Dante opts for the most generic conception of heresy--the denial of the soul's immortality (Inf. 10.15)--perhaps in deference to spiritual and philosophical positions of specific characters he wishes to feature here, or perhaps for the opportunity to present an especially effective form of contrapasso: heretical souls eternally tormented in fiery tombs." Link to new source page.

VII. Violence (8-10 subsections are listed for this level, but they are small and illegible) [figures in a flood of blood or being impaled on the sides of the level illustration] Edwin's notes to the right: "trapped, impaled, submerged in blood"

VIII. Fraud [large level depicting giant snakes, dripping blood that reflects Lust's illustration, figures, and something else I can't make out (jutting outcroppings of stone, wings, hands? I am unsure.)] Edwin's notes to the right: "snake pit, gain human form by biting other humans"

IX. Treachery [figures submerged with only head above surface] Edwin's notes to the right: "frozen + stuck + chewed on"

At the very bottom of the page and levels of hell is an enormous creature that appears to be something like a dragon emerging from a dark pit.

[dreamsofminnie]

“Ethereal Paintings”

*:･ﾟ✧Scaramouche X Fm!Reader-> Social media au

“Bastards who want to learn art should respect it’s origin”

Main Synopsis-> When you were required to help the new transfer student the history of art from the two weeks he missed. He didn’t know you were the one artist he was inspired by. You grow fond of each other but stay at a flirting stage. But finding out that he’s a dreaded a.i user; your mortal art enemy; everything in your relationship is obliterated. Will he be able to reconcile and steal your he-art♡ once again?

Genre-> College art students, strangers to crushes to enemies to lovers, college setting, crack and slight angst, gremlin scara, soft scara

Warnings-> Swearing, alcohol, obsessive hate, kms/kys jokes, rants, suggestive(will show warning), motivation loss, low will to live, self-expectations, self-hurt, emotional anguish, more to be added. . .

Notes-> This all came to me when I was raging over an A.I. art article then brain went on from there. [REDACTED] = A.I. Art. Scara smau’s are always enemies to lovers💔 but they are still fun to read.

Status-> Trying to speedily update…

The 5 pillars of deprivation{Y/N’s} || Accounts

Death’s door is close {Scara’s} || Accounts

{☂️/☔️=Written}

I SKETCHING. . . {S-trangers}

01~ Copyright is a thing | 02~ Transfer students and a task☂️

03~ Denied | 04~ Caffeine overdose

05~ Extra sausy | 06~ Inconspicuous(not) ☂️

07~ Convenience ☂️

08~ Closet Uno torture method | 08.5~ Gremlin beauty standard

09~ Fire and ice do(n’t) go together | 10~ Drunken haze party ☂️

II PAINTING. . . {P-assion}

11~ Hang(out)over | 12~ Study dater | 13~ Free art exhibit

14~ Be my muse co-artist☂️ | 15~ She’s what?!who?!

16~ Shy scarameow | 17~ Touch grass

18~ Inazuman reunion☂️ | 19~ Let me ask you one thing…

19.5~ Given name | 20~ Corkscrew board of emotions☔️

III RENDERING. . . {R~esentment)

21~ Stage one denial☔️ | 22~ Feels like shit

23~ Suffocating in quicksand | 24~ Pressure me

25~ Do not perceive my impending doom☔️

26~ Sickness in health☔️ | 27~ Beauty in recollection(☂️)

28~ Running away is easy (☂️) | 29~ It’s the leaving that’s hard☔️

{Y/N's POV} ≠ {Scara's POV}

IV PRESENTING. . . {P-artners}

30~ tba. . . | 31~ tba. . .

32~ tba. . . | 33~ tba. . .

34~ tba. . . | 35~ tba. . .

Art show finale*:･ﾟ✧

Taglist-> Ask to be added!! {Open!!} 41/50(? I lost track💀)

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[jaspotatos]

Flowers left Wilted

Genya Shinazugawa X (G!N) Reader

ANGST

Finally, the war of humans and demons has ended.. but at what cost?

TW: Death, Blood, Missing limbs

✧

With batted breaths, your mind hazy as you lay on the ground exhausted.

The war was over. The war with humans and demons. You won.

You were so happy, happy that you survived and that you could see Genya again.

But that wasn't the case.

The kakushi help in nursing you back to health, all the while you lay there, waiting for them to finish what they were doing so you could see him.

It had been a rough battle, you lost your arm and apart of your sight was gone, but you could manage.

Everyone was so happy, you couldn't exactly make out what they looked like due to your current vision but it seemed everyone was joyful.

Something didn't feel right, though.. Someone was missing.

After getting cleaned up, you stand to your feet and make your way to the other slayers, looking around desperately before seeing Sanemi.

You limp over to him, smiling up at him. You weren't aware. "Sanemi-san?"

He seems to snap out of his daze, looking at you with once teary eyes that seemed to brim once he saw you.

"Have you seen Genya anywhere?" The smile was present on your face, it was clear you were excited to see him.

But the oldest Shinazugawa bother stayed silent, his gaze softening before his tears once again fell.

You were confused but.. now you understood.

Genya was gone.

✧

"Genya."

You snap him out of his daze, chuckling as he looks up at you after you finish wrapping one of his new scars.

Everything before the war in the Infinity Castle started, you both were always at each other's side.

It was times like this you had enjoyed the most, to help clean him up, care for him, love him.

His hands moves up to cup your cheek softly, a smile on his lips. "Love?"

God, the way he called you that with such passion only made you fall for him even more.

"Sorry, you're just so cute in thought." You lean into his touch before placing a gentle kiss to his palm, matching his smile.

That moment with him, every moment with him, all of it was your favorite. "But please be more careful."

You remind him, moving up to place a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Otherwise I'll be stuck having to lecture you from then on."

He held onto you so dearly, so gently. You thought he was an angel. "Sorry for having you worry. I'll try not to."

✧

Tears filled your eyes as well, your gaze moving down to your feet.

He was gone. He was gone and you didn't even say goodbye.

Your crying was silent, tears dropping like waterfalls as Sanemi pulls you into a hug, his arms tight around you.

At this, you held onto him just as firmly, your tears seeping into his clothes. You both lost someone, the same person that you both held dear to your hearts.

But as you both cried, you felt as though Genya was right there with you, holding onto the both of you tightly and uplifting your heavy hearts.

✧

sorry for not posting in a while, ive been pretty busy

although i alrdy read the manga, i dont think im ready to see the inf castle ark animated 😭

but anyways, i hope you all enjoyed reading this!

[rptv1]

Limbo - The Innocent Souls

illustrations for Dante’s Divine Comedy by Gustav Doré

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“Lost are we, and are only so far punished, / that without hope we live on in desire”

(Inf. IV, 41-42)

[is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not]

Transmission begins:

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Origin: Canopus IV

Destination: Terra / Islington

Subject: Deployment of Magistracy Armed Forces for Operation TOUCHDOWN

Message: ALCON, 1st Canopian Cuirassiers have arrived at Islington. Available for tasking at discretion of Local Force Commander. Glory to the Magistracy.

Commanding Officer: Colonel Inanna Allard-Liao (see attached personnel file)

TO&E: 1x BattleMech battalion - 36x BattleMechs [8x Assault, 24x Heavy, 4x Light] (1 CANOPIAN CUIR.) 1x AeroSpace group - 18x aerospace fighters (1 CANOPIAN AIR GUARD) 1x Armor battalion - 72x armored fighting vehicles (1 CANOPIAN ARM. GUARD) 1x Infantry battalion - 448x infantry (1 CANOPIAN INF. GUARD)

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// MAGISTRACY ARMED FORCES \\

--This information is not for public distribution.--

INANNA ALLARD-LIAO

Rank: Colonel, Commanding Officer 1st Canopian Cuirassiers

Assigned Unit: Command Lance

Personal 'Mech: Yaguara 'Inanna' YGR-2D-IAL

Date of Birth: 3103-04-28

Parents: Melissa Allard-Liao & Fredrik Allard-Liao [Né Richardson]

Age: 50

Listed Gender: F

Physiological Details: Full genetic modification treatment [extreme; "Animalia conversion", subtype: snow leopard] - performed @ Ceres Station - Terran System - 3119-04-28

Height: 190cm

Weight: 97kg

Eye Color: Grey

Languages Known: English (First Language),

Organ Donor: Y

Dependents: none (5 adult children)

Current Location: [Redacted]

COMBAT EXPERIENCE

32 years enlisted in MAF

7 large operations

25 deployments

22 combat deployments

[Redacted] confirmed kills

102 battlemechs incapacitated/destroyed [ranged]

69 battlemechs incapacitated/destroyed [melee]

199 combat vehicles incapacitated/destroyed

10 aerospace craft downed [ranged]

3 aerospace crafted downed [melee]

1 dropship downed [ranged]

1 dropship downed [melee]

Areas Deployed: [Redacted]

Awards: Canopus Cluster [Platinum w/ Ruby], Fist of Raventhir [3152], Bravery Medal 1st class x12, Combat Excellence Ribbon x5

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// MAGISTRACY ARMED FORCES \\

--This information is not for public distribution.--

Yaguara 'Inanna' YGR-2D-IAL

Mass: 75 tons Chassis: Earthwerks TDR IV Power Plant: Vlar 300 XL Cruising Speed: 43.2 kph Maximum Speed: 86.4 kph Jump Jets: Rawlings Model 60 Jump Capacity: 120 meters Armor: Hellespont cFF Armament: 1 Rotary AC/2 2 ER Large Laser 2 Medium Pulse Laser 1 Medium Vibroblade

Manufacturer: Majesty Metals and Manufacturing Primary Factory: Unknown Communication System: Tek BattleCom Targeting & Tracking System: Tek Tru-Trak Introduction Year: 3146 Tech Rating/Availability: F/X-X-X-X Cost: 27,480,250 C-bills

Overview

Proposed as part of Project BIG CAT for the Magistracy of Canopus, the Yaguara was designed by Majesty Metals and Manufacturing in 3146 as a fast moving, hard-hitting heavy 'Mech.

This custom variant, built for Inanna Allard-Liao, possesses an extremely dangerous close combat weapon - a 'Mech vibroblade, mounted on a 'Mech-scale myomer tail, in addition to most of the weaponry of the base configuration.

Capabilities

The Yaguara was built from the ground up with speed and long-ranged engagement in mind. Built around a supercharged Vlar 300 XL engine, the 'Mech can sprint over 86 kph, allowing it to keep up with lances comprised of much lighter 'Mechs than itself. It complements this ground speed with four Rawlings Model 60 jump jets, granting it a jumping distance of 120 meters for an extra mobility boost. Its armament is built around a pair of Clan-spec ER Large Lasers, uncommon in the region, and a Class-2 Rotary Autocannon, with a pair of SRM 6s and medium pulse lasers as close-engagement backups. All of this, unfortunately, comes at the cost of heat - the Yaguara was designed with bracket fire in mind, and MechWarriors are advised not to alpha strike without due cause. This custom variant was built for Inanna Allard-Liao. It is a hybrid Clantech refit, using many experimental technologies, as well as the removal of the previously-mounted SRM 6s, to allow for the addition of a custom myomer armored tail, with a 'Mech scale vibroblade mounted to the end. Complimenting this weapon are Triple-Strength Myomer and a Supercharger, to allow the 'Mech to reach truly incredible speeds for its weight.

Controlled by Inanna using a salvaged Word of Blake Buffered VDNI system, the 'Mech moves with the same fluid grace as its pilot. Advances in Belter/Canopian hybrid medical science have extended Inanna's lifespan estimate from 15 years to 75, and are predicted to have significantly extended the initial onset period for the madness which often accompanies use of neural interface systems.

Type: Yaguara 'Inanna' Technology Base: Mixed (Experimental) Tonnage: 75 Battle Value: 3,768

Equipment Mass Internal Structure Endo Steel 4 Engine 300 XL 9.5 Walking MP: 4 Running MP: 6(8) Jumping MP: 4 Double Heat Sink 15 [30] 5 Compact Gyro 4.5 Interface Cockpit [VDNI] 4 Armor Factor (Ferro) 231 12.5

Internal Armor Structure Value

Head 3 9

Center Torso 23 35

Center Torso (rear) 11

R/L Torso 16 24

R/L Torso (rear) 8

R/L Arm 12 24

R/L Leg 16 32

Right Arm Actuators: Shoulder, Upper Arm, Lower Arm, Hand Left Arm Actuators: Shoulder, Upper Arm, Lower Arm, Hand

Weapons and Ammo Location Critical Heat Tonnage 2 Jump Jet LL 2 - 2.0 Nova Combined Electronic Warfare System CT 1 - 1.5 Supercharger CT 1 - 1.0 CASE II RT 1 - 0.5 Medium Pulse Laser RT 1 4 2.0 2 Double Heat Sink RT 4 - 2.0 Rotary AC/2 Ammo (90) RT 2 - 2.0 3 Triple Strength Myomer RA/LA 3/3 - 0.0 ER Large Laser LA 1 12 4.0 Vibroblade (Armored) LA 2 - 5.0 Medium Pulse Laser LT 1 4 2.0 Double Heat Sink LT 2 - 1.0 Rotary AC/2 LT 3 1 8.0 2 Jump Jet RL 2 - 2.0 3 Triple Strength Myomer RA/LA 3/3 - 0.0 ER Large Laser RA 1 12 4.0

Features the following Design Quirks: Animalistic Appearance, Battle Computer, Battle Fists, Battle Fists, Combat Computer, Directional Torso Mount (Vibroblade), Fine Manipulators, Hyper-Extending Actuators, Improved Communications, Improved Sensors, Multi-Trac, Nimble Jumper, Reinforced Legs, Rugged (1 Point), Difficult to Maintain

[phoenixstark1708]

the daughter of an archangel

chapter 1

sooo..... this is my backstory in my marvel DR, major trigger warnings, this also crosses over into supernatural later, but i havent even written that yet.

trigger warnings: abuse, torture, blood, death, fucked up timeline, etc.

pairings: later will be sam/dean winchester, and even later will be bucky,

in this, endgame/inf war doesnt happen, i took plenty of creative liberties.

summary: (this is written in first-person) phoenix is a girl who was created by the nazi organization HYDRA, and she meets the winter soldier on a mission, i cant say much more without spoiling future chapters. will try to proofread but no promises.

word count: 2,654/10,649 - that ive written so far.

change of POV's will be indicated

“Get up you stupid pig!” the guard said, in a thick Russian accent, banging the cell door with his truncheon. He shone a flashlight in my eyes, making them burn from the lack of light for the past two days. I stretched out my sore muscles, wincing from the scabbed-over cuts all over my body. After days of no contact with anyone, just me and the cold, dark cell. Somehow being dragged away for training almost feels like a blessing. I stood and allowed him to cuff me. at this point, I know the drill. “so, Angel, how was your weekend?” He asked while holding my shoulder, guiding me out of the cell – the only place I’ve known as home for my whole life – literally. I was born in the damned bullpen. My mother died during birth, I guess having twins really had her beat.

On the way to the hell chamber – sorry, training room - I saw him, I saw Benjamin. For the first time in weeks, I saw my twin. He looked rough. Probably just had a sparring sesh with one of the winter soldiers. he’s always been smaller than me, But there was something different. he seemed especially weak. I haven’t eaten anything in what I assume has been around 4 days. He probably hasn’t either. They were always doing this, trying to weed out the weaker members. Its grim, but I knew he would die soon. It was clear that I was stronger, and if it came down to it, I would kill him without a second thought. After all, that’s how I was trained. I was bred, raised, and trained to be ruthless. And that is the only reason that I am still alive. HYDRA has no room for error.

As I walked into the training room, I saw the winter soldier, long, brunette hair, with a metal arm. The only time ive ever seen him is in cryo-sleep, he looked so peaceful, so harmless. The man standing before me was soemthing different entirely. His eyes were blue as ice, and just as cold. He looked right through me, almost like a drone. “this is her first mission. You will be supervising her.” he hands the man with a metal arm a file containing four pictures of senator james martin, whos been a public neusence for hydra for a while. The winter soldier grabbed me by the arm and dragged me through the door.

It was a quiet drive on the Harley, at the moment, we were just n full assassin gear. My small arms were wrapped around his waist, making him clearly tense up. His metal arm was glinting in the moonlight as we pulled into a nearby parking garage, a birdseye view of the gathering senator martin. “I will stay up here while you go inside. As many casualties as possible. No survivors.” He said gruffly, setting up the rifle. “They won’t let me in. I’m wearing a costume.” I said, my voice gravelly from days of no use. He glanced down at me for the first time, and gazed at me for a moment, before pulling out a T-shirt that had the senators face on it, and a pair of grey sweatpants. “Change into these, keep your weapons concealed until my signal.” I quickly stripped. he turned away, giving me privacy. I was more then used to being watched, so this was surprising. I fixed the too-large clothes, and looked harmless. Instead of looking like an eight-year-old assassin, I looked like a normal kid.

There was something in the winter soldier’s eyes that I didn’t recognise, almost like affection. I walked down the stairs of the parking garage, feeling his eyes on me the whole way. Slowly, I crossed the street, nearly getting hit by a truck that I didn’t know to look for. As I made my way to the entrance of the granite building, I noticed trucks outside, like the kind I saw at my home, - armoured trucks. I, of course thought this was normal. “Careful, there are hostiles in the building. Captain America and the black widow are protecting the target.” His voice came through my earpiece. “I don’t know who they are” I whispered back. “You will. They won’t want to hurt you, use that to your advantage.” And with that, he went radio silent.

As I walked barefoot through the large doors, I spotted a woman in a similar outfit to what I wear, only without the red skull. She spotted me immediately, and I tried to disappear through the crowd. I was unsuccessful. A man in a red, white, and blue uniform grabbed my arm gently, holding a shield in his other hand. “Who are you kid?” He peered down at me “I’m here to see my daddy.” I said, feigning panic. I pulled my arm out of his grasp and ran toward a random man, tugging on his shirt. Shield guy turned away before he could see the man push me away. I stayed by him, trying to convince the people that he was my father. I got a little turned around, when a perverted looking man grabbed my wrist “hey sweetheart. You’re gonna come with me now.” He said, his voice just as weird as him. The man in the jumpsuit put his hand on his shoulder “why dontcha leave the girl alone pal.” He dragged him away.

Just then, his signal came, by shooting the senator in the gut, taking him down. The panic set in immediately. People running around screaming like headless chickens. The man with the metal arm burst through the door, sealing off the only accesable exit. I grabbed the first person I saw, they just happened to be the senators daughter. She couldn’t have been more then seventeen; I snapped her neck. I unfurled my wings and tripped some old man with them. I stabbed him in his corroded artery, a fatal blow. Killing got easier the more I did it.

The fight went on like this for a while, until the red-haired woman pushed me to the ground “stay down kid.” seeing me pinned down, the man i was on the mission with began to make his way over to me. I waved my hand, and the woman went flying, hitting the wall with a thud. Oh yea, something I forgot to mention; I'm not a normal person. In addition to having my DNA spliced with the peregrine falcon, giving me wings, and the ability to fly, I was also experimented on with energy from the soul stone, one of the six infinity stones. Ergo, I had ‘powers’. The winter soldier stared at me, shocked, his brief moment of distraction caused him to get a wooden chair to the head. He shot the dude that hit him.

The man in the flag costume, and the woman ran. Smart. Tactical retreat. I ran to every person I saw, and killed as many as I could. Once we were sure that there were no more targets, the winter soldier grabbed me, and threw me on the motorcycle behind him.

We stopped at a motel that charged by the hour… if that tells you anything. “we will stay here for a while. You need to get clean, I know that the hoses hurt.” he said, a hint of compassion in his voice. Hes right. They used fire hoses to ‘clean up’ whenever any of us got dirty. I walked into the bathroom and stripped. I didn’t close the door, because I assumed I wasn’t allowed to. I didn’t know how to use the shower so I just sort of stared at it, waiting for it to turn on. The man walked in, turned the handle of the shower, and left. I jumped when water started to spurt out of the faucet. I stepped into the water slowly, gauging the temperature before completely immersing myself into it. My muscles involuntarily relaxed at the sensation of the warm water. I began rubbing the dirt off of my limbs when the winter soldier walked in.

He didn’t look at me, but made a damp washcloth and started cleaning his wounds. They were worse then I assumed, and I coudnt help but observe him while washing the rest of the dirt off of my body. I only sustained minor cuts and bruises in the fight, but he had deep lacerations on his face, presumably from the chair. I stepped out of the shower and stood there, a towering three-foot-seven-inches, short for my age. He glanced at me and handed me a towel while dabbing his wounds “whats this for?” I asked “dry yourself. They will notice our absence if were not back soon.” so, I dried myself off, and put on my uniform, running my fingers over the red skull with tentacles, like a squid. I giggled, imaging it wiggling its tentacles.

Bucky

The little girl was looking at her uniform, giggling. For a moment I thought of two young girls in brooklyn. I was a teenager with sisters… what? No, I wasn’t. I am a weapon for hydra. Whats going on? I was steadily bleeding from the prick who hit me with a chair, we needed to get back to base. She suddenly looked up at me, concern evident in her sweet, blue eyes. “are- are you okay? You're bleeding,” she frowned. “Let me help you. I can make people feel better.” I skeptically sat on a bed near where she was standing. She slowly reached over to me; I shied away when her hand got close to my wound, remembering the various punishments I've had over the years. I am a wild animal. I need to be controlled. She looked into my eyes, the child-like glimmer long gone. It's unfair; all children should have that. No. She is not a child; she is a weapon. That’s it- like me. She gently laid her small hand on my head near the cut. All of the sudden her eyes started glowing, a certain gold color I'd never seen before. Her hands began glowing the same, and my head started tingling.

I immediately felt better. I can't explain it, but she somehow lodged herself into my memory, unintentionally. And I knew I would never forget her. She looked at me worried, noting the glazed look in my eyes. “are you alright? I'm sorry if I hurt yo-” I cut her off “My name is Bucky,” I blurted out; I had no idea where that came from. “You need to call me Winter, or ‘the winter soldier’, otherwise they’ll kill us both” she looked at me confused and alarmed “okay… I will” “we need to go back.” so I took her small hand, gently, and led her to the HYDRA-issued motorcycle we came here on. The drive back to base was cold. I could feel it in my bones. I couldn’t help but wish I could help her warm up. I didn’t know what I was feeling, but I knew HYDRA wouldn’t like it. I am a machine. Not a man.

I rode up to the gate “солдат?” soldier? “миссия успешна. приветствую гидру.” mission successful. hail hydra. The gate opened, and we rode into the garage. She was immediately ripped off the back of the bike and dragged away. “you are late. The camera in your suit shows you made a ‘pit stop’. She had an effect on you. You will both be heavily punished for this.” no. I practically jumped off the bike. I grabbed the mans neck and snapped it before being sedated. The last thing I heard before I got knocked out was “well, after we make them watch, we’ll have to wipe him again.” I woke up strapped to a modified autopsy table. Modified so I was reclined enough so that I had a clear view of the girl. And she had a clear view of me. One of the doctors walked in with an array of surgical instruments “doctor- sorry- creator! Thank goodness! I was scared we were taken by the bad people!” the little girls face lit up with relief. The doctor sighed and placed his kit on a surgical tray, the knives clattering against the cold steel. “child, птичий урод.” bird-freak “you have been very bad. And you know what happens to bad children.” he put on surgical gloves, and picked up a Sickle Probe, the device that dentists use. He walked toward her slowly “creator, im sorry! It was a mistake! Please. Im sorry” she cried out. however, she didn’t struggle against the restraints. “it is too late to apologise freak. You will be punished.” “yes sir.” she slumped against the autopsy table, keeping her fear-filled eyes on the doctor. He walked up to her small body, and turned off the magnetic cuff, allowing her arm to fall. The monster grabbed her arm, and stuck the hook of the sickle probe into the inside of her elbow. She began silently crying from the pain, blood slowly dribbling from the wound. He slowly dragged the hook down her arm, toward her wrist, tearing her skin. The blood was flowing heavily now, and he was trying to stifle her cries. After reaching her wrist, he put the probe down and picked up a rusty razorblade.

He moved to her chest, and drug the blade down her sternum, and to her lower stomache. She was crying freely now. “heal yourself.” she did as she was told, her eyes glowing gold, and the wounds shimmering as they healed instantly. He grabbed a klein tool – essentially a broader pliers. He walked to her bare feet, and clamped down on her small toe. He bent it to a sickening angle, causing the bone to snap with a disturbing CRACK. She screamed. He used the wire-clipping part of the klein tool to cut off a patch or skin on her foot. He grabbed a knife, and made slow, deep, and deliberate cuts all over her body. After nearly an hour, he decided hed had enough of that. he only reason she was still alive was because she wasn’t fully human – she couldn’t have been. “heal. Now. Not your foot though. You will deal with that.” she did as she was told. She was exhausted. She collapsed against the table before he shocked her with a set of jumper cables rigged up to a car battery. While watching this, I struggled against the restraints so much, my wrist began to bleed. Every time I screamed for them to let her go, my restraints would get an electrical charge. I was muzzled like a dog. Reminding me that I am no better then one. I am one. She screamed every time he cut her, shocked her, stabbed her, or tore the skin off her flesh. When she screamed, the building would shake. Not figuratively either.

She was clearly more powerful than she could see. She could easily kill him, she could kill everyone in this god forsaken building. HYDRA had control over her mind. But not in the same way as they had mine. They beat her down, made her feel powerless, made her think wrong is right, and right is wrong. I have to get her out of here. The doctor made his way over to me “judging by your reaction, she made an imprint on you. Well, time to forget her!” he said, laughing malevolently. “no! You cant-” I was cut off by a blow to my temple. They dragged me to the Memory Suppressing Machine. A white hot pain ripped through me. I couldn’t remember the mission, but I could remember a girl. A sweet, young girl. I knew I should protect her. As far as they're concerned, I don’t remember a thing. “Желание. Семнадцать. Ржавый. Рассвет. Печь. Девять. Добросердечный. Возвращение на родину. Один. Товарный вагон” my trigger words.

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[sabrerine911]

Welp one 1 of 3 of my vampire hunters in this game are done. First one being Beth Ravencoft, my unga bunga hulking Beyblade Berserker Granted, character creation was very dissapointing in the muscular/bulky body department(mind you wasnt expecting to get her extreme canon proportions, but was atleast hoping for something on the Elder Ring level of bulkyness) With that said, the drip is EXCELLENT, and holy smokes the GLOWING EYES are the best Ive ever had in a game with her! So props to the devs on that! Build wise, went with a STR/INF build originally, unfortunately had to change it for the sick Lightreaper blades and went AGI/INF, she still got big unga energy with roars and the hammer smack,so still very bunga. (reeeeally loving the special move these blades have after a full combo!)

Just beat the game so Ill probably start workin on my pure crossbow sharpshooter lady and my very beeg holy warrior boi