#Poor J

[not-rab]

James: Can I get a waffle?

Sirius and Remus: *aggressively yelling/making out with each other*

James: Can I PLEASE get a waffle?

[canadiannationalfox]

(Reposting a story I wrote on dA) Murder Drones - Fragility and Memories, a J story

Spoilers for Episode 8, duh

It had been already a couple hours after the Copper-9 Apocolyptic Cyncident, things had settled down, and yet, at the bottom of the pit in the darkness, a hum of a busy disassembly drone's internal computer echoed through the cavern in the sinkhole from the battle that occurred earlier.

The silver haired robot tinkered away at the damaged landing pod, busying herself to avoid the knot within her that was gnawing away at her.

J finally had to take a break from the welding, resting herself against the side of the spaceship.

The weight of everything that day was now starting to take it's toll. She held in her hands the ripped black bow she had found when she awoke down in the pit.

"Tessa," J whispered to herself,

J remembered how long it had been since the true Tessa died. How Cyn stripped the life away from the young woman and started wearing her one true friend's body as a morbid costume to both trick the humans as well as J's colleagues.

J started to feel sadness creep up, an emotion she often repressed since she was built to be perfect. She wrapped her injector tail around her body, trying to remember the last hug she had received from Tessa.

"That was the morning of the Earth incident," J said as she hiccupped in sadness, "Tessa adored me"

She felt the tears appear in her LED eye display and went to rub them away but her hand stopped short, feeling the cropped left ponytail. The ends were crunchy and burnt from the blast of the railgun, the one that had injured J before.

With Cyn gone now, J could remember even more repressed memories.

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"TESSA J ELLIOT" the familiar matriarch of the JC Jensen brand scolded as she glared to her daughter.

All around Tessa on the floor were chunks of lifeless cool-dark hair, and Tessa's once long hair was now an uneven lob. There were even more tell tale signs of what Tessa had done; a pair of sewing shears, a bowl of peroxide, some stolen silver shampoo from her Mother's cabinet.

But most telling of all was the beautiful new silvery wig upon J's head, with lush and glossy pigtails.

J had, until Mrs Elliot came in, felt so proud of her lushious new wig, despite her worrying about this exact moment.

She stepped between Tessa and her mother.

The girl with the bow sorrowfully replied in an apologetic tone, "I... I cut it, I wanted a change, I am sorry Mother... " Tessa lied willingly knowing that if her Mother knew, she would have J's new wig thrown away with the drones her father had destroyed today for fun. Tessa hoped this would spare J from punishment too.

The woman in the fancy attire stood still looming like an ominous obelisk before she scolded, "I can't stand this non-sense. First you dress up that little butler bot, then you made a wig for your little maid RIGHT BEFORE the family portrait making us all look foolish, and now THIS?"

Tessa flinched in fright as her mother grabbed her wrist strongly, lifting the drone-adoring girl up slightly.

"And what do you think people will say when they see you looking like a butchered ragamuffin!?" Mrs Elliot hissed at her daughter.

J had to do something, and Tessa and her had practiced this protocol before.

She firmly suggested, "Ma'am , I feel it would be best for Tessa to be put in her room as punishment," the proud maid drone had a slight hitch in her voice as she continued, "I will see to it that she stays put and won't upset the shareholders at the ball."

Tessa blinked to J as a way to thank her silently, as she was set back down.

Mrs Elliot's voice was more reasoning now, but still contained some vitriol as she stated strictly, "Excellent work, J. I will return later once the ball is over. You MAY allow your colleagues to bring Tessa dinner, but neither of you are to leave this room."

She then turned on her heel, exited Tessa's room and locked the door, forgetting to chain Tessa up this time.

J put her hands on her hips and scolded softly in a caring tone, "I told you it was a bad idea, Tess."

Tessa flopped back-first onto her bed and reassured with a sorrowful sigh, "It's 'right J. Hair grows back."

She turned onto her stomach to face J and smiled, kicking her legs back and forth in the air as she giggled quietly to her loyal protector bot, "I just wanted you to have one of the most beautiful wigs of all. Because you always do your best to protect me."

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J finally returned to the present from her warm and fuzzy memory.

She felt even more like crying, her hair which was her veil of perfection was damaged, and knowing now how much more it actually meant, as a gift from Tessa for being protective and kind, it stung her insides.

She then started remembering when Cyn had taken over.

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"At least you were more c-cooperative," the monotone computery voice rang out in the cellar of the ruined Elliot Manor, as the claw like appendages moved back to allow J to see around the room.

She glanced down at her new hands, the blades sharp and glistening in the low light from the ruined ballroom above. Curiously, the new-disassembly drone retracted her claws and looked through the dark.

Stepping out from the darkness was now the one who was pretending to be Tessa, which caused J's face to form an expression of concern.

Cyn got closer, forcing her programming to emulate the late Tessa's voice as she giggled, "Thanks for protecting us, You will still be bestowed the most beauty of all my creations."

She brought out of the shadows J's wig, still pristine and lush and reaffixed it to J's head.

Although this time, despite the comforting weight and lush softness of the wig being returned to her, J felt a hollowness in her contentment. It wasn't the same since it was Cyn.

J rationalized to herself in her mind, "She wants what's best for us and the company... She's the head of the company," she felt horrible knowing now she had to lie to N and V about what happened to Tessa, as neither knew that Tessa was dead as their memory of that night was gone. Her only true friend, Tessa, was gone forever, and J couldn't fix it, but... she would do whatever it took for Cyn, even if Cyn was just using her it felt like she needed to stay.

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"V... N..." J muttered softly, hugging herself now with her arms too, "I... I bossed them around for at least a decade," now she had no one, just herself.

Her usually bossy voice sounded small in the echoey cave, "They betrayed me..." her mutter became a hiss of rage and vitriol, "All because that purple haired brat and her stupid fucking railgun."

J was stressed, and this wasn't normal for her, so she resorted to an old bad habit, chewing on her hair.

She chewed absent-mindedly at the burnt short pigtail, sucking sometimes slightly for comfort, as she paced through the snow that had piled on the ground. She finally stopped and the now soggy strands of her wig popped out of her mouth, they had recovered a little bit, but it was still slightly shorter than her right ponytail.

She stood tall, trying to pull herself together and commanded to herself, "If I want a way off this damned planet, I need to keep working, even if I am alone and upset."

J kept working until she felt the pangs of hunger creeping through her vessel, which she then hunted robo-roaches for a while until she was satiated.

J hung upside-down by one of the anchoring legs of the landing pod trying to fall asleep.

Fore she knew tomorrow would be another long day full of working to escape the planet by trying to fix the pod, as well as remembering her failures, missing the others and her status.... but most of all, missing the true Tessa more than anything.

The End

[darwinquark]

all this sequel talk reminded me of this quote from trista mateer:

“I've gotten so good about not flinching

at the sound of your name

that people don't know I'd still throw myself

mouth-open into the ocean

for the chance to drown somewhere you might see.”

like??? lovesick jughead coded

WOW SAD BOI HOURS

that's so devastating and depressingly accurate for him ow

also love that it's about her making him flinch when seeing her flinch in chapter eleven wrecked him - just a fun little parallel

[whydousernamesevenexist]

Mid life crisis? Yeah, I'd have a crisis too if my life was mid

[hoarder-of-dragons]

[Season 2 summed up]

Aziraphale's thoughts: Oh I shall team up with Crowley and make Nina and Maggie fall in love and make them confess. Oh what if I also confess then. I need to prepare everything to set the scene.

Still Aziraphale's thoughts: Ooohh a ball with dancing and tiny snacks to make it fancy and it will be like a Jane Austen novel coming to life and then I will ask Crowley to dance and all our problems will go away as I stare into his eyes....

Crowley's thoughts: Keep Aziraphale safe Keep Aziraphale safe Keep Aziraphale safe Keep Aziraphale safe FUCK YOU GABRIEL Keep Aziraphale safe Keep Aziraphale safe Keep Aziraphale safe PLEASE HOLD MY HAND AZIRAPHALE Keep Aziraphale safe JANE AUSTEN WAS AN AUTHOUR?!?! Keep Aziraphale safe-

[dontfrickindoxme]

Tessa

[icannyspell]

hey so im totally normal about this

cuz im just a teenage dirtbag baby

[thebat-musicman]

Bruce: This is my boyfriend, Kal.

Babs: This is my girlfriend, Kara.

Tim: This is my boyfriend, Kon.

Damian: This is my boyfriend-

Tim, cutting him off: Kjon

[cynsbasement]

This ones kinda old lmfao

set the girl free ple

[pallanophblargh]

Wake up, new cryptid just dropped!

It’s true that I’ve had to reimagine my day to day life since we got her, but I can’t imagine how we got this lucky. We thought we would have to work to earn her love, but from the moment she entered our house it’s been a cuddlefest, one I couldn’t possibly deny. There are hurdles she will be facing to be sure (and she will still need to meet the cats face to face) but I’m so happy to see this happy lil cheese every day. Welcome home Raclette!

(The couches will always be hers, even if it means she does try to smush whatever I’m working on at the time!)

[carrythatwayt]

Someone please help him.

More Aziraphale: In love / Babygirl / Smitten

[ask-the-colony-tree-siblings]

Last post got me thinking. Way in the future, when the twins have fixed their relationship and accepted Riv as their half-sib and everyone’s healed and happy…

Arti and Riv would ABSOLUTELY put makeup on Hunter against his will lmfao

[dakotadraws06]

Ep 1 of over analyzing Mordecai’s character/Talking about things I missed in my original read through of the comic.

I wanna talk about Mordecai desperation in the Gracie interrogation because I noticed a small detail about the speech bubbles that no one else (that I’ve seen) has said before.

Look at the way Mordecai’s second bubble is written. The way the letters seem more spaced out and the text is slightly off. I’m not sure if it’s a completely different font or it’s the same font, just changed.

“That’s how you live through tonight.” You can almost hear (and visually see) the grit in his teeth as he stares down at Gracie. His desperation. His NEED for answers being in his grasp and if he doesn’t get them now, he may never again. It happens again in another panel.

“A Name, Please.” Gracie isn’t reading the room correctly, Mordecai knows if the twins catch him, they will most likely both be dead (or at least Gracie will be). He NEEDS a name, same grit and desperation. The way Gracie spits out Drago’s name quickly because he realizes how serious this is just by Mordecai’s tone. Mordecai wants a name so in the worst case scenario Gracie is killed, he has the information he needs. But also, he’s desperate for answers to Atlas’s death. At the point of these scenes, it’s been a year and some time since Atlas died. I can imagine Mordecai is running out of steam, loose end after loose end, road block after road block, it’s exhausting both mentally and physically. He is RISKING HIS LIFE for this information, Gracie says so in this conversation. But we get to see that exhausted side of him too.

LOOK AT THOSE EYES. His posture, the hand his hand rests in his fur, his eyebrows furrowed. He. is. tired. It’s no wonder why he is asking help from Gracie cause he’s been doing this alone for the better part of a year and some change.

I’m so confident that he is thinking about all the possible outcomes and consequences that will come from even getting a PINCH of trust out to Gracie, which is why he doesn’t go along with his plan. But Mordecai sort of switches up on him.

“Gimme a name, anything you want, I’ll let my informant know I KNOW it was Marigold who killed Atlas May, then I’ll disappear like the dead.” (Not the exact words, a vague memory of it)

“Give me the name of your lawyer and I’ll make sure you stay alive tonight.”

Gracie is putting his life in Mordecai’s hands because I’m sure Gracie can see he’s desperate and knows if he gives him a bullshit answer, Gracie would most likely die by Mordecai’s hands.

Mordecai is exhausted. Mordecai is desperate for a good lead and some answers. And Tracy has done a FANTASTIC job at showing it through this entire interrogation.

[chickenmanbeloved]

just drawing something from my (modded) playthrough. his reaction had me sobbing

[acomaflove]

Meanwhile at the House of Wind

Nesta & Cassian: *loudly making out and breaking furniture at 2 am*

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Azriel, down the hallway: *scrolling through websites to replace the broken furniture with Rhysand’s credit card*

Azriel: I am the backbone of this household.

[iskander-tm]

Would you kill me at Jerusalem?