#Sector W

[roguephenon]

II: The Thing That Will Always Be

"...Knowing this was the outcome, would you have still done the same?"

"In a New York minute." (Chapter cover is by @pinkmeanschaos. Check them out; they have fantastic work.)

The beginning of the end lies under the cut.

This would be the part where I post a tease of the chapter, followed by a link to said chapter.

Let's switch it up this time.

You've all given me so much love and encouragement, and I appreciate and cherish it all. Thank you so, so much.

But I'm not the only fanfic writer for this fandom. There are so many others who deserve love too. Some come to mind.

Like...

@geekinclara just recently started a KND fic, "Those Were The Days". It looks to be their take on Rachel's days as Supreme Leader and maybe even beyond that. It's off to a fantastic start. I've occasionally seen their posts about how much prep they've been doing for it (did you know making a cohesive timeline for this show is hard? Because it truly is), so it could do with some love, non?

And then there's @spicedwatermel0n and his KND fic, "The Rebellion," a GKND AU with 15 chapters already. It explores darker themes (which he's gone through the effort of listing before it starts to prepare his audience; he cares!) while weaving a narrative of the cast trying to fight an oppressive GKND regime. In space. Which is dope. He even has his own art of his designs. I hear he loves people asking about his AU and headcanons on his side blog when he has time to answer.

Nowadays, I write stories and create art for myself first and foremost, and I believe that should be the ultimate goal. Learning to love and take pride in your work should compel your drive to tell stories!

But comments matter, too. Feedback and engagement are rarely ever not a boost. I read every review left and respond to what I can when I have spoons, and it's an amazing feeling.

So, this is just me saying, "Help them feel amazing, too!" And not just these two, but all fanfic writers! If you see a fic you like, leave a quick sentence of your favorite moment!

Even if it has no traction, you'll just be their first!

Even if it has yet to be updated in 14 years, maybe there's a chance they'll come back one day!

Just something that came to mind to me today! And, of course, everyone has boundaries and things they like and dislike. Be respectful of those, too! Seriously. I've had to learn lessons the hard way, and I hope you don't have to have as harsh of an experience.

Thanks for listening to me yap!

Here's the link to Cold Reception's penultimate chapter for your trouble.

[bugtoonz]

Randomly choose one for Sector W, I honestly can't choose myself

gonna go with numbuh 84 cuz he’s my fave lol.

this one actually applies to sector w in general, but i hc that they’re based out of wisconsin. it makes sense considering harvey and rachel are canadian, and even though patty probably lives in vermont with fanny, i imagine it’s a pretty easy commute for him thanks to 2x4 transportation. it also explains Lee’s ushanka! gotta be pretty cold wherever he’s from.

as for Lee himself, his title as “tactical yo-yo specialist” is actually a pretty rare position. all of sector w have super unique specialties, per Harvey’s request. Lee was assigned the role pretty much straight out of commissioning. he’s something of a prodigy in the yo-yo world, maybe even one of the best. he doesn’t let it get to his head though. he’s too cool for that.

him and Sonia are the closest in the sector. they’ve known each other since they were very little, and they’re in the same sector because sonia threatened to beat up anyone who tried to separate them. they spend almost all their time together. on the days where Lee gets to pick their activity, they usually go to comic book shops or yo-yo showcases. on the days where Sonia gets to pick, they usually volunteer at animal shelters or treasure-hunt at candy stores.

in the treehouse, Lee has a guinea pig named Napoleon (Lee Jr. for short). he’s the bane of Harvey’s existence, and essentially Lee in animal form. Sonia likes to dress Napoleon up in cute outfits, and he is surprisingly okay with it. he’s also pretty fat because Patty likes to slip him treats when Lee isn’t looking, which is totally not cool.

[wandering-star-storyteller]

Numbuh 83: I'm not allowed to drink coffee because the last time I had too much and then I couldn't tell the difference between the floor and the ceiling and everyone freaked out.

[kidsnextdoorsoopersecretpage]

If you were around for 2021's Valentine's Day, you msy remember some old Valentine's Day meme quotes I did. With help from a friend, you can now use these tackily made KND-Themed Valentine's Day cards to whoever your heart yearns for.

Credit to Numbuhbee for creating these Valentine's Cards! Check out her Instagram here: https://instagram.com/numbuhbee?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

[kidsnextdoor-doodles]

Silly little roleswap au that only appeals to me

[little-red-fool]

—“Rot ist die liebe, Rot ist das blut.”

Felt like drawing D in a cyberpunk setting.

[344x-azucar]

me trying to stop teammates from leaving after we fail the first team fight

[mizukagami-takamagahara]

By マイケルマヨネーズ on Pixiv

This artist can also be found on Twitter and Skeb, where they are taking commissions! If you like this art, consider commissioning them!

Remember to always check an artist's rules and availability before requesting a piece.

[notmoreflippingelves]

[roguephenon]

III: The Lament of the Inner Child

Link has been reestablished. Now resuming transmission.

many, many years ago

…like, soooper many years ago. Almost a lifetime ago, even

It was disgusting.

It was revolting.

It was downright gross.

It made him want to throw up.

Why, he would've thrown up had he not known better. No, throwing up would just make Father angry.

Well, more angry, he supposed.

"Eat it," was the cruel command from across the table. Yellow eyes narrowed into a glare. "Every. Last. Bite."

The little boy tried and failed to swallow his fear. "P-Please, Pap—"

A pulse of flame flashed violently.

"I-I mean, Father," the boy hastily amended. No, children weren't permitted to address their parents so casually. He couldn't get away with it like his brother did. "Please don't make me eat the broccoli…"

"You will do as you're told, Benedict," Father hissed. He leered over the table, his dark figure imposing. "You failed to meet your quota during your shift."

Little Benedict whimpered, trembling as he hugged himself. "I-I fainted."

"Excuses, excuses," Father growled with a roll of his eyes. "If you had eaten your vegetables like you were supposed to, you would've had the energy to work instead of SLACKING OFF!"

"I'm sorry!"

Father's face twisted into an ugly scowl. "I don't want your worthless apologies; I want you to obey me and eat!"

Benedict's stomach churned at the sight of the pile of green florets in front of him. Steam rose and assaulted his nose, the smell invoking a gag. The horrible vegetables sat there: steamed, unseasoned, and with not a drop of cheese sauce to be found. Maybe it was the leftover exhaustion getting to him, but Benedict swore the broccoli pulsed every other second as if alive and itching to reap yucky havoc in his tummy.

He hated broccoli more than anything. It wasn't just the taste; it was what it represented. Each bite was a reminder of his powerlessness, a punishment disguised as nourishment.

He hid his face in his hands to block out the horrible sight. "P-Please, Father. I-I don't like the yucky broccoli."

"As if I care what you like. I'm the ADULT and what I say, GOES! You know the rules: If you fail to meet your quota, you suffer the consequences. Just like every other brat in my factories! Do you think you get special treatment just because you're my son? THINK AGAIN!"

Benedict stared at the plate, his throat closing up. Something akin to hot bile rose from his belly, forcing angry tears to spill from his eyes. Without thinking, Benedict wheezed out, "You wouldn't make Monty do it!"

Of all the things he could've said, he had to go and pick the worst one.

"That's because Monty isn't a failure and a sniveling coward," Father snapped, his shadowy frame writhing in rage as half of the long dining table was reduced to cinders. The flames died down as he crossed his arms and sighed, "Even if he did try to overthrow me. At least he had a backbone."

Benedict shrunk under the verbal lashing. It wasn't his fault; he couldn't be like his brother! It wasn't his fault that he had to bend over backward to earn meager leftovers of affection his Father had just showered onto Monty!

It wasn't fair Father treated them so differently.

"It's not fair," Benedict mumbled despondently.

"What was that?" Father asked, tone laced with menace and warning. When Benedict answered with a flinch, he bristled with fury. "If that little mouth of yours can sass me, then it can also eat the broccoli!"

Benedict whimpered.

"I WON'T ASK AGAIN!"

"PLEASE!" Benedict threw himself before his Father, burying his face in the ground, the carpet soaking up his tears. With broken sobs, he pleaded, "Please, please, pleeeease don't make me eat the broccoli, Pappy!"

Like demons from the pits of hell, flames rose from the cracks of the floorboards and coiled around his skinny, frail body. Benedict screamed as they burned his tattered clothes, and he rocked back and forth, praying for this nightmare to end.

All at once, the flames relented.

"You either eat the broccoli…or you go to your room without supper."

Benedict gasped, looking up at his Father.

The man loomed over him, arms crossed and finger tapping impatiently against his elbow. "Your choice, son."

"I-I'll go to my room!" Benedict breathed, the relief overshadowing the hunger pangs from his stomach. He spared one last shivering look at the broccoli plate before wringing his hands. "A-And I'll work extra, extra hard on my shift in the morning. Pinky promise!"

Father arched a brow. "Then why are you still here?"

"Oh! I-I'm sorry, Father. I'll go. Thank you, thank you," Benedict all but kissed the ground at the adult's feet before he scrambled toward the dining room exit. He paused, hand gripping the frame as he turned, offering the man a meek smile. "I…I love you, Father."

Father snorted, "Oh, of course you do, now that you've gotten your way."

Benedict recoiled. Head hung low; he slowly trudged out of the dining room.

But then, "Benedict."

The boy looked back, a hopeful twinkle in his eyes.

"Obedience is rewarded. Defiance is punished," Father sneered. "You would do well to remember that."

That twinkle was smothered, and Benedict made his way up the stairs.

Once his son had left his sight, Father groaned. "Spoiled little snot. Starving children in Africa, and he thinks he's too good for the food I provide him. The utter nerve." He massaged his temples. "I deserve a nice bowl of tapioca pudding. Yes, that's just what I need after a long, grueling day of being the Evil King of the World. It's a thankless job, truly."

Father stood straight, pressing his fingers together. With a snap and a poof, he would be back in his office, enjoying a mushy serving of pudding. However, as he spared a glance at the plate of broccoli, his lips curled into a cruel smile.

"Oh, Jenkins," Father called. From the shadows, a butler appeared. "It would be a shame for such a feast to go to waste. Ensure that it doesn't."

With a stoic expression, the young man single-handedly lifted the plate, his other arm folded against his back as he nodded. Without a word, he carried the plate out and up the stairs.

Father allowed himself a long, evil laugh before disappearing in a puff of smoke.

[irlnumbuh3]

wally is definitely one of those dr pepper people who defend that soda with their entire life

[cast7le]

Decided to take a much needed break to go be with my daughter.

Took a few pictures, but I can’t seem to figure out how to upload them. This app is confusing.

[soccerpunching]

Thinking about how Fei and Saru both have hero complexes always make me think that the reason they were the two leading figures of Feida is because they grew up enabling these complexes on each other. So much that the passion they had for doing what's right (for fighting for SSC's right to live) leaked out to the others. The other SSC chose to follow Saryuu Evan who was vocal about what they deserved and would make direct actions for the cause and they looked up to Fei Rune who would sacrifice everything that he had for them just to give them what they deserved.

Hero complexes can easily turn into charisma when focused and endowed with actions. Honestly, if the SSC did not have the knowledge that their time in the world is limited and that they can't even be given the same treatment as everybody else given that small time they have, I don't think destroying some buildings would even be part of their movement. Theyre kids who just wanted to live and be accepted, lead by a pair who had had enough of the neglect and possibly abuse that the world inflicted on them.

[aesfocus]

It was my full intention to pump out more than 365 gifs/edits this year! I missed 1 day due to a family emergency, but its a leap year so w/e now I'm like...

I have nothing made in advance and I am in too deep with Rogue Trader to be bothered to make anything

I am giving serious consideration to modeling an outfit for my girl here to put into sky/rim. Anyways :) brain rot is full and real.

[delightful-dorks]

This is the part of the movie that just has me asking questions nonstop... does Monty know his brother lives down the lane normally? Has Benedict ever come down the stairs to find that Monty has wandered in demanding to play checkers with him? Does he try to take him out pubbing? Has he ever lawn flamingo-bombed him for a birthday? He seems to know him and the Delightful Children are there already, has he seen them around but never connected the dots? Knows they're there but also knows he cut contact a long time ago??

[sumplysilly]

Funny how man that doesn't really give a rats ass about the lore/story of most games (me) loves the story/lore of a game w no cutscenes & little npcs (icarus)