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zeondraws · 9 hours ago

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ZEON THIS IS KU I JUST SENT YOU A MESSAGE ON THE WIKI DAN PINCHBECK UPLOADED THE ORIGINAL SWTD SCRIPT TO HIS WEBSITE AND IT HAS MORE ROGER DIALOGUE AND FULL NAMES FOR SOME OF THE CHARACTERS!!!

HELLO KU THANK YOU FOR THESE AMAZING NEWS EARLIER TODAY AAAAAA.

Okay Fellas, what basically happened today, was Ku found a script written by Dan Pinchbeck (former Studio Head/Creative Director and founder of TCR). This was apparently all back when the game was in Alpha and just before he left the studio in Spring 2023.

The cool thing about the script is that a lot of these lines can be found as audio files within the game. Some of these are shown in my Muir/Innes video. But finally having the proper CONTEXT to these lines brings them to a whole new level.

We also know the names of Finlay (Eileen) and Brodie (Albert). I am honestly bewildered that his name is Albert.

Interestingly there is a different spelling for McLeary in the script (McClery), which is also a cool small detail (Me going bananas over the smallest details in existence IHIUEDHLIUDHWLIUWS).

I'll leave a direct link to the word file down here and then I'll show a few screenshots and yap for a while!

Fair warning there is slight NSFW content in the script, some of which I'll show as screenshots down below.

Word file:

I was so happy when I saw that Roy is indeed called "MacNair" in the script, like omg so the name shown on the ingame door was correct!!

I am wheezing, the description of Roy someone help me-

And apparently Finlay is a welder!!! Like!!! Also she was a WRESTLER? She'd be yeeting everyone off the rig if someone breathed incorrectly. Mad respect.

Just a huge lore drop of Brodie my jaw is dropping.

Let's not forget the super interesting info of Caz and Suze:

I feel sorry for Suze, she's lost so much, but she's also a fighter. Crazy to think Caz's dad got him into boxing.

Rennick is... holy shit he let two divers die

Hearing how the control room is his domain and remembering Brodie saying "Roper's control room" make me think, dear god what was Rennick stirring up in there. I can imagine Roper must've been smoking much more to handle it, or rolling his eyes so much until they fall out.

Also I swear I am giggling at Scooby after reading some things in the script. And him being called "a total gobshite" LMAOO

I'm doing three backflips while reading this, heeeeeeeeeeeelp.

Two things that make me breath manually is additional dialouge of Roper and this man just has dad energy radiating from him.

Please just... look at this convo.. and Scooby is a fucking ballbag mates. What the fuck hahahah

It goes on for longer, but that's all I shall show for the post. Also Trots being called mum by O'Conner has me exhaling sharply BWAHAHAH.

Also the biggest mystery I have to figure out is Dunbar. If he is the pilot, why is there someone called Archie ingame? Or is that literally just Dunbar? Does that mean I need to merge their wiki pages and make a big text stating what the mystery is about. They call him Dobbar or Dobbie sometimes! This is getting even more confusing!

I see no Dobbie in the script, just Dunbar. So they probably replaced him with another character in that scene later on. I feel like this is a big rabbit hole I need to get my head around.

Also finally knowing and being able to vividly picture the old Marine Control scene makes me so happy. Just look at it!

I like how.. Roper is just pretending he can smoke ewodhweoid. Roper seems way more passive here and friendly. This poor wee lad stuck in a chair and just observing what is happening.

And apparently after this scene is when the Geological scene should've taken place? If I understood it correctly.

I need to stop myself from reading the entire script tonight, because I have therapy tomorrow and that pushes my sleep schedule. Screaming, crying, throwing hands in the air lemme reaaaaaaaaad.

There is more stuff I can yap about, like Dan was apparently in a podcast and talked about the Shape in further detail. I nEEEEDD to listen to that asap.

And I also need to edit Roper's wiki page tomorrow. The silly guyyyy

Okay I won't say more now!! Go and dive into the script and yap about the details!!! We are EATING good this week Fellas.

Also fuck you Rennick, I now have context to one of the audio files but also he was def supposed to eat Muir in a previous version-

#still wakes the deep #swtd #swtd spoilers #roper swtd #muir swtd #caz swtd #rennick swtd #suze swtd #finlay swtd #brodie swtd #AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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bananasplit133 · 1 month ago

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more of that after the fall conquest fic pretty please 😈 (idk if u do it, but if u do could it be 18+/smutty please?)

(SORRY IF THE SMUT PART IS KIND OF... AWKWARD; I DONT USUALLY WRITE THAT KIND OF STUFF...)

After The Fall (PART 2)

here's part 1 !!!

Conquest/Reader

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Days passed since your last encounter with Conquest, but the memory of his kiss lingered, igniting something within you that refused to fade. You threw yourself into your work, but every thought seemed to lead back to him—his overwhelming presence, the raw power he exuded, and the way he challenged you.

Then one evening, as twilight cast long shadows across the wreckage, you felt the familiar weight in the air before you saw him. Conquest hovered a few feet above the ground, the last rays of sunlight reflecting off his flowing white clothing. His one good eye locked onto yours, and a shiver ran down your spine.

“Bold one,” he rumbled, his voice low and inviting. “You thought I wouldn’t return.”

“I didn’t think you’d come back so soon,” you replied, trying to sound steady, though your pulse quickened at his presence.

His lips curled into a smirk, and he descended slowly, landing just inches from you. “You intrigue me more than I anticipated. Your defiance is… refreshing.”

You stood your ground, heart racing. “I’m not afraid of you, Conquest. If you’re here to intimidate me again, it won’t work.”

He stepped closer, his imposing figure casting a shadow over you, the heat radiating from his body intoxicating. “Intimidation is not my goal, yet you seem to enjoy playing with fire.”

You felt your breath hitch as he leaned in, the air thick with tension. “Do you think you can challenge me? You’re aware that strength is all that matters in this world?”

“Strength isn’t just about power,” you shot back, but your voice wavered slightly under the intensity of his gaze. “It’s about the ability to inspire others, to unite them.”

A low chuckle escaped his lips, deep and resonant. “Inspiration is weak. Fear is what holds people together. You’ve seen what I can do.”

“Fear won’t keep them loyal,” you countered, heart racing. “They’ll resent you for it.”

Conquest’s expression shifted, curiosity flickering in his eye. “And what would you suggest, little spitfire? That I rule with kindness?”

“No,” you said, feeling emboldened. “But there are ways to lead without destroying everything. You could find strength in unity, not just conquest.”

His gaze narrowed, amusement playing at the corners of his mouth. “You’re playing a dangerous game, challenging my beliefs.”

“Maybe,” you replied, stepping closer, the air between you crackling with tension. “But I’m not here to play nice.”

Suddenly, Conquest surged forward, closing the distance between you. His lips crashed against yours, fierce and demanding, and you gasped against him, feeling the world around you fade away. The kiss was nothing like the first; it was raw, full of hunger and power, and you melted into him, unable to resist the heat that surged between you.

He pulled back slightly, his breath hot against your skin, his gaze dark and intense. “You tempt fate by standing so close to me,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly.

“Maybe I like tempting fate,” you replied breathlessly, feeling bold. “Maybe I want to see how far you’ll go.”

His eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger, and he captured your lips again, this time with a desperation that sent a thrill coursing through you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss, his hands gripping your waist possessively.

“Such fire,” he growled against your mouth. “It amuses me. But you should understand your place.”

“Maybe I don’t want to know my place,” you challenged, heart racing as his hands traveled down your sides, igniting your skin with every touch.

“You think you can resist me?” he asked, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, a smirk dancing on his lips. “You’re merely a distraction in my path to power.”

“Then maybe I’ll be the distraction that conquers you,” you shot back, a mix of defiance and desire swirling within you.

He chuckled darkly, the sound sending a thrill down your spine. “You’re playing a dangerous game, little one. But I find it… entertaining.”

With that, he surged forward again, his mouth crashing against yours as he backed you against a crumbling wall. His hands gripped your hips tightly, pressing you into the cool surface as he deepened the kiss. You felt the power radiating from him, the raw energy that threatened to consume you.

“Do you think you can stand against me?” he growled, his lips brushing against your ear, sending shivers through your body. “You’re a spark in the darkness, but I am the storm.”

Your breath hitched at his words, and you felt the rush of adrenaline and desire swirl within you. “I don’t fear your storm,” you replied, voice steady despite the chaos of emotions surging inside.

“Then perhaps you deserve to see how the storm can consume you,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, his eye gleaming with dark intent.

You stared at him, caught between the thrill of fear and the exhilaration of desire. Conquest was a force of nature, and you were drawn to him like a moth to a flame. “Show me,” you challenged, heart racing.

His lips curved into a wicked smile, and he leaned in again, kissing you fiercely, claiming you with a power that left you breathless. In that moment, you knew this was just the beginning—a dangerous game of power and desire that would draw you deeper into his world.

And as he pulled you closer, you realized you were no longer just challenging him. You were willingly stepping into the storm, ready to face whatever came next.

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Conquest’s lips crashed against yours again, igniting a fire deep within you. The kiss was primal, his mouth moving against yours with a hunger that made your body ache for more. You felt the heat radiating from him, the raw power that drew you in like a moth to a flame.

His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and contour as he pressed you against the wall, pinning you in place. You gasped as his fingers found the hem of your shirt, lifting it slowly, exposing your skin to the cool air.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he murmured against your lips, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine.

With a swift motion, he stripped your shirt away, leaving you bare before him. The intensity of his gaze burned into you, and you felt utterly exposed yet completely exhilarated. He leaned down, his mouth trailing hot kisses along your collarbone, his breath warm against your skin as he explored you with fervor.

“Such tempting flesh,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “I could devour you whole.”

The thought sent a thrill through you, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as you pressed your body against his. He groaned at the contact, the sound deep and resonant, sending waves of pleasure rippling through you.

Conquest lifted you effortlessly, your body fitting against his as he carried you deeper into the ruins, finding a more secluded spot away from prying eyes. He set you down gently, but his hands were anything but gentle as they gripped your thighs, pulling you closer.

You could feel the heat of his body radiating against yours, the tension between you thickening with every passing moment. As he kissed you again, it was more urgent, more demanding, each touch igniting a fire that consumed you both.

“Tell me what you want,” he commanded, his breath hot against your ear, sending another shiver through you.

“I want you,” you gasped, your body aching for his touch. “I want you to take me.”

“Such boldness,” he chuckled darkly, his hands gripping your waist as he positioned you beneath him. “Very well. Prepare yourself.”

With that, he surged forward, filling you completely in one powerful thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and slight pain as you gasped, your back arching against him. He was relentless, moving with an intensity that made your heart race.

“Do you feel that?” he growled, his voice low and dark as he thrust into you again. “This is power. This is what it means to be conquered.”

You could hardly think, your body responding instinctively to his every movement. You felt alive, every nerve ending ignited as he drove into you with a rhythm that built steadily, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge.

“More,” you pleaded, craving every bit of him. “Don’t hold back.”

He responded with a feral growl, increasing his pace, the force of his thrusts driving you further into the wall. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the air, mingling with your gasps and moans as he claimed you entirely.

“Such a beautiful sight,” he murmured, watching you with a predatory gleam in his eye. “You were made for this.”

With each thrust, you felt the tension building within you, the heat coiling tighter and tighter as pleasure surged through your body. You were lost in the moment, surrendering completely to the overwhelming sensations.

“Let go for me,” he urged, his voice low and commanding. “Show me how much you want it.”

With one final thrust, you spiraled over the edge, the world blurring as waves of pleasure crashed over you. You cried out, the sound echoing in the empty space as your body shook with the intensity of your release.

Conquest followed closely behind, his own release filling you, and you reveled in the heat of the moment. As the waves of ecstasy faded, you found yourself still wrapped in his embrace, breathless and overwhelmed.

He pulled back slightly, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he looked down at you. “You’re even more dangerous than I thought.”

“And you’re not invincible,” you shot back, still caught in the aftermath of what had just happened.

He chuckled, the sound deep and resonant. “Perhaps I underestimated you.”

—---

As the heat of your encounter faded, Conquest looked down at you with a mix of satisfaction and a cold intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. You caught your breath, still feeling the thrill of what had just happened, but a new tension filled the air.

“You’ve impressed me,” he said, his voice low and serious. “But now you must understand, you are coming with me.”

“Coming with you?” you echoed, bewildered. “You mean as a prisoner?”

His smirk was dark and predatory. “Not a prisoner, but mine. You will serve as my pet, a reflection of my power. You will belong to me.”

You felt your heart race at his words, a mix of anger and disbelief coursing through you. “You can’t just take me like that.”

“I can and I will,” he replied, stepping closer, his presence suffocating. “You have something I want: your boldness, your spirit. But in my empire, there will be no room for defiance. You will learn your place.”

“Is that what you think? That I’d just submit to being some trophy for you?” you shot back, trying to maintain your composure.

“Submit? No,” he said, his tone chilling. “You will adapt. There’s power in being by my side, but make no mistake—you will be mine. Your loyalty will be rewarded, but resistance will be met with consequences.”

You swallowed hard, weighing your options. “And if I refuse?”

He leaned in, the heat of his body radiating against yours. “You won’t refuse. You’re already drawn to this. You crave it, even if you don’t realize it yet. Besides,” he added, his voice a low growl, “I don’t give second chances.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with threat and allure. The idea of being his pet—a possession rather than a partner—made your stomach twist, but there was an undeniable thrill at the thought of being claimed by someone so powerful.

“Is that how you treat everyone you conquer?” you asked, defiance rising in your voice despite the fear churning in your gut.

“Everyone I take becomes mine. There’s no choice in the matter,” he replied, his gaze steady and unyielding. “You will be no different.”

You could feel the weight of his words, the reality of what he offered settling in. There was no escaping him. You could either accept your fate or be consumed by it.

“What if I don’t want to be a pet?” you challenged, trying to maintain some semblance of control.

He chuckled darkly, a sound devoid of warmth. “That’s irrelevant. You’ll learn your role in time, whether you like it or not. I’m not asking for your consent; I’m taking what I desire.”

Conquest turned away, his presence still looming large, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. You knew he would take you, that you had already crossed a line from which there was no return.

“Think carefully,” he said over his shoulder, his voice a low rumble. “The offer stands, but the choice is an illusion. I will have you, one way or another.”

As he floated away, the finality of his words hung in the air, a chilling reminder of the path you were on. You were ensnared, caught in the grip of a conqueror who would not let you go.

And deep down, a part of you was undeniably drawn to the power he wielded, the danger of being claimed by someone like him. You had stepped into his world, and now there was no turning back.

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#idk if i hate this or love this...#a little bit of both #invincible #invincible conquest #invincible fanfic #invincible x reader #conquest x reader #invincible conquest x reader #invincible conquest fanfic #AAAAAAAAAAAAAA #bananasplit133 #fanfic #invincible season 3 #conquest fic #ao3

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