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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 months ago

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No following; Planet of the apes fanfic Chap. 11

*Author's note*

Alright guys this will be the last update for awhile cause now you all are officially caught up on where I stopped with the story. Yeah I told yah I had about half of the movie itself done rn. Just a few more chapters then I'll write some chapters that'll go b/t DAWN & WAR. Glad people are enjoying this story and giving it a chance.

Now in this chapter things get pretty intense as a divide not only b/t Lin and the colony has started but also b/t the Apes as well with Koba and his dissent into madness. Be warned, there is a confrontation scene b/t Lin and Koba that might frighten you (depending on how well it is written to you). But there will be another scene b/t Lin and Caesar to calm things down afterwards. Anyway hope you all enjoyed this binge posting and until the next chapter comes up :)

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As I walked further along the forests I soon came to the trail that would lead me towards the ape colony. My breathing sharpened as I felt a pull to try and make things right, but I could also make things worse. That fucker Carver just had to screw things for all of us, and now I may have lost Caesar for good this time.

But at the same time those old big sister instincts were festering in my gut. After all these years I finally reunited with Caesar and I—I couldn’t bear to let us leave on these terms unlike before.

“Boys, keep an eye on Malcolm and the others. Make sure they don’t come to the camp.” I then left them as I raced down the trail towards the ape colony.

Once again I was stopped by the gorilla guard and brought into the colony. Thankfully not being manhandled like before but they still had no ounce of trust as I was brought to Caesar. I was then transferred from the gorilla guard to several chimps.

“Please, please all I ask is an audience with him. I just need five minutes with him.” I pleaded as I was lead up towards the same structure as Maurice lead me up last night, however instead of continuing to the top, I was taken to the top nest where Caesar, his son and a few other female chimps sitting around a sick female chimp. “Caesar, I know I’m the last person you want to see but you have to believe me, I had no idea about Carver’s gun. I should’ve checked it myself instead of relying on Malcolm’s word or even Carver’s actions.”

“You….gave me. Your word!” Caesar growled lowly.

“I know. Believe me, I’m kicking myself repeatedly because of it. But I couldn’t leave without you at least knowing my truth. If it were up to me, Carver would never have come along. Please believe me, brother Ape.” At that statement, the female chimps who all looked like they were healers looked at me in shock, as did his son.

Caesar remained quiet and didn’t turn to face me. That’s when a commotion was heard outside and I heard Malcolm’s voice say.

“Please, please I just need to speak to him.” I growled as I clenched my fists. The second both him and Ellie showed themselves I exclaimed.

“Jesus Christ of course you’d be here! Why can’t you just stay the fuck away and leave me and them alone!? You’ve done enough!”

“Lin please. You have every right to be angry, but just give me time to explain it to him.” He then went around me as he said to Caesar. “I’m sorry. That was all my fault, but I will make him leave.”

“This my home.” Caesar grunted. “You should not be here.” He then spoke softer as he kept his back toward us.

“I understand.” Malcolm replied.

“Malcolm.” Ellie said to him softly as she took noticed of the sick female chimp on the bed.

Now that my attention fully went to her, I could hear her wheezing and around her brows she had what almost looked like beads that were almost in a circlet-crown fashion. And she didn’t just look sick, she looked like she was on death’s doorstep. Like Caroline was when she got sick with the virus.

“She’s sick.” Malcolm pointed out, which got some of the other female chimps’ attention.

“How long has she been this way?” asked Ellie. No one gave her an answer but Caesar turned to glare at her. “I have medicine. Antibiotics.” Ellie offered.

“Maybe she can help.” Malcolm suggested.

“Do. Not. Trust you.” Caesar spoke softly before looking back down at the female chimp.

“I don’t blame you. But believe me, we’re not all like him.” Malcolm told him.

“Caesar.” I then spoke up. Slowly I came forward and said, “I’m sure you all have tried everything you can for her, but it seems that nothing is working for her. Ellie—is the best doctor I’ve had the privilege of knowing. Please, let her help.” I said kneeling down beside him. I looked down at the wheezing female chimp and signed to him. ‘Who is she?’

‘Cornelia. My wife.’ Caesar signed back to me. I looked down at Cornelia and remembered that name from the shelter all those years ago. I can see why Caesar fell for her, she was one of the most beautiful female chimps. And she always had such a curious and kind nature about her.

‘You were right. She is beautiful.’ I signed. ‘When Will lost Caroline, he was so heartbroken and distraught. It was like he lost a piece of himself. I know you don’t want to lose her, nor your sons to lose their mother when there’s still a chance to save her.’

Caesar looked at me and I could just see it in his eyes. Those same heartbroken, bloodshot eyes that Will had after Caroline had passed. The tears hidden within and I could faintly see a small tear slide down his face. After a moment of us staring at each other, he stepped aside and allowed Ellie to do her work.

I then gave Ellie a hand gesture for her to come forward and help Cornelia. Slowly she came up removing her backpack and as I left to give her space to work, I felt Caesar’s hand take mine and he gripped onto it tightly.

Even if his face wouldn’t show it before Ellie and Malcolm, I knew that his grip was one of pleading for help. I could just feel in his grip the fear and worry he had for his beloved wife and how he couldn’t bare to lose her. I stepped closer to hide our hands as I squeezed his hand back assuringly.

“One day.” Caesar then spoke up. Ellie looked up at him and Caesar repeated, “You stay…one day.”

‘Father, no!’ his eldest son signed out as he looked at his father in shock.

“We might need a little more time…..” Malcolm started but Caesar roared as he faced him.

“ONE DAY!” Caesar’s breath sharpened briefly before he continued, “Ape will help.”

‘I will not help!’ his son signed again as he narrowed his eyes angrily at his father. I glared at Malcolm and told him.

“You’re lucky to even get a day Malcolm, don’t push it. And this time, all conditions must be met. No exceptions.”

“The moment we get back to camp, Carver’s going down to the trucks.” Assured Malcolm. But that didn’t sit right with me

“Take the keys before you leave him. I’ll even have Kiba, Tsume and Hige stand watch over him to ensure he doesn’t do anything stupid. And if he does—I’ll hold no responsibilities to what happens to him.”

“Lin….”

“I’m serious Malcolm. You knew bringing him was a bad idea the moment he shot the young ape. He’s nothing but trouble and yet you still brought him along.” Malcolm was silent as we locked eyes with each other before he finally said.

“Alright. I’ll—keep my mouth shut if your wolves have to attack him. They did defend you after all back at the dam.”

“And I didn’t even tell them to attack him. If he somehow stays alive by morning when we get this done. I want to ensure no one is going to rat out my pack to the colony.”

“Whatever you want Lin.” I released Caesar’s hand and walked up to Malcolm and extended my hand out.

“Then we’re in an agreement.” Malcolm took my hand and we shook on it. I squeezed his hand as tight as I could, digging my nails into his skin. “Don’t make me regret this.” I hissed lowly at him.

After Ellie was done giving Cornelia and telling the other female chimps what to watch out for in case things went south, we all headed back to the camp with the escort of the apes.

Malcolm informed the others that we could stay but Carver had to go. No one but the accused party spoke up against this matter. So as Carver was screaming out how this was bullshit, Foster forced him down the hill and I said to Kiba.

“You, Tsume and Hige keep an eye on him. He tries anything, you know what to do.” Kiba looked me with those piercing yellow eyes of his before lowly growling before turning to Tsume and Hige and letting out a few grunts and snarls.

Tsume and Hige turned to each other before the two of them raced after Foster and Carver snarling and barking with Kiba running right behind them doing the same. Toboe wanted to race after them but I told him.

“Toboe guard!” He came over to me and curled his body behind my legs. I then turned to Caesar and asked, “I know you must’ve had some bad experiences with wolves in the past, but I’d like to offer this pup as aid in helping to dig out the debris. Being the pup of the pack, Toboe has done his fair share of digging holes in order to catch rabbits and foxes. He’s certainly gotten into his fair share of trouble a time or two poking into the wrong holes. But he knows who to attack and who not to attack.”

“Pup may help.” Caesar said. I scratched the back of Toboe’s head as he leaned against my touch grunting lovingly. “Follow Toboe.” He looked between my hand pointing out to Caesar and me before getting the message as he walked over to Caesar’s horse.

“The rest of us, while the apes clear off the debris, we’ll start working on the main power station. We’ve got a lot of work to do and little time to do it.” Malcolm told the others as we all gathered our materials and headed back to the dam.

While Luca and half the apes along with Toboe went down to the bottom to clear off the debris from the explosion earlier this morning, the rest of the apes including Caesar and Maurice were with us in the main power building trying to fix the power grid that way once things were cleared up from down below, we could try and turn everything on and get things running quicker.

“Yo Alex, this relay’s busted. See if there’s another one.” Foster said as he was at one of the control panels and found a relay that was completely useless from years of rust and erosion. Foster handed Alexander the old relay, he took a good long look at it before heading over to the other side of the dam to see if there was another relay to put into the controls. I walked over to Foster and asked.

“So I remember briefly from science class, but how exactly does water power work exactly? Like I completely understand solar power but is there a difference?”

“More or less.” Foster explained as he began digging his hands into the exposed power box. “You saw how the dam has that steep slope down pass the river.”

“Yeah.”

“Well the steeper the slope, the more power that can be made. Once the water is collected through the tunnels that we tried to clear off, the turbines within the dam will start collecting filling up with water, when there’s enough water it’ll connect to these generators and we should be able to restore power. After turning a few switches in order to get it through the city, that’s all it should take. But that’s if we can get these generators up and running as best we can.”

“Yeah I can already see. All these wires are completely eroded and faulty.”

“But I gotta keep the faith that we’ll get this thing running. Especially now with Carver out of the picture and not causing any trouble.”

“If I had a beer I’d say I’ll drink to that.”

“I’ve got a few pints of some old whiskey back at my place, be willing to drink a cup or two with you if you’re up for it.” Foster offered.

“After all I’ve seen these past 10 years, I think Whiskey would do me good.” A loud bang was heard and I turned to see that Alexander had been pushed down to the ground by none other than the scarred bonobo.

“Hey!” Alexander cried as the bonobo fully turned towards him baring his teeth. Malcolm went over to defend his son, but he was unfortunately going at it the wrong way. He held his arm out telling the bonobo to stop so I quickly got in front of them.

“Back off Scarface!” I snapped as I stood as tall as I could be, while the bonobo hissed at me. “The kid and his dad are pushovers. I’m the one you really want to fight!” I spoke louder in a challenge.

His one good eye looked at me almost as if he were analyzing me but both his eyes widened in recognition. This time pure rage encompassed him as he grabbed me by the shirt and had me pinned to the ground.

“LIN!” Alexander called out for me but his dad held him back. The bonobo hovered over me, baring his fangs and I was brought back to that day in the redwoods when Will and I said goodbye to Caesar. A scarred-face bonobo had ambushed us and Will had me almost buried behind his back as the bonobo was snarling and ready to tear my uncle’s face off.

Oh god….it was him! It all made sense now, this was the same bonobo that nearly killed me and Uncle Will had Caesar not intervened. And now I’ve willingly offered myself to this crazed ape who already had a raw hatred for humans.

“You…..” he panted. Unlike Caesar’s voice that was both commanding but could also had warmth to it, this ape’s voice was cold and harsh as ice as it sent fear down my spine. “Look…..like….him.” I was then picked up once again before being tossed towards Malcolm and Alex who both caught me. Like my uncle, Malcolm now stood between the crazed bonobo and me and Alexander.

“No, no, no, no don’t! Don’t leave her!” The bonobo took another step closer snarling and baring his teeth, but soon another figure stood between us. A large mass of orange fur stood tall before the three of us blocking us from the bonobo’s sight. It was Maurice.

A deep grumble came out of his throat as he stared the bonobo down as a warning. And I knew orangutans were at least twice or maybe more times stronger than chimps and bonobos (thank you Caroline). As Maurice stood guard over us, the bonobo hissed out.

“Where Caesar? Want Caesar. CAESAR!!!” he then roared out. I could just feel from his voice alone the raw anger and rage behind his roar. Malcolm cupped my face and mouthed to me.

“You okay?” my adrenaline was finally coming down as I felt almost limp and nearly collapsed against him. Both he and Alexander helped me up onto the stairs as Caesar finally made his appearance.

A deepening scowl was across his face as he slowly came out into the main room as the bonobo snarled at him.

“Humans…attack your sons! You. Let them stay! Put apes in danger!” the bonobo walked up to Caesar in a challenging manner as he continued to push at Caesar’s buttons. “Caesar…love humans. More than Apes! More. Than. Your….sons!” he jabbed his finger into Caesar’s chest as a challenge as he spoke his last statement.

I having bared witnessed at what Caesar is willing to do for family, knew the bonobo had crossed the line. He was taken away from us because he was defending me and grandpa from Hunsiker’s wrath. There’s nothing Caesar loves more in this world than his family. And to say that while his own son was here, this bonobo had just royally fucked up.

The scowl on Caesar’s face soon morphed into nothing but pure rage. His body trembling and his breathing sharpened as he was now like a volcano ready to explode. And boy did he.

Caesar let out a rageful cry as he tackled the bonobo, the two of them rolling on top of each other as they fought. The other apes cleared the way as they all screeched and hooted hysterically. While we humans could only watch in horror and shock as two apes went toe to toe with each other in a flurry of punches and body slams.

My body froze with fear as I saw the bonobo first rapidly beat Caesar in the chest with his fists before Caesar got the supper hand and got the bonobo pinned onto his back and returned the favor but it was also fueled with a parent’s rage.

Now that Caesar had an opponent he could fully rival, I was now seeing a side of Caesar that Caroline had warned Will and I of. This primal rage that chimpanzees had, the tale of Travis the chimp, I was seeing it right before my eyes.

Not only was he beating the bonobo to the point of almost punching his face in, he also had the bonobo by the throat with his bare hands as he slammed him down on the ground multiple times before letting out this primal yell. It shook me too my core and filled me with an icy sense of fear that I hadn’t felt in so long.

He could’ve ended it all, he could’ve ended it right then and there. But just when everyone both human and ape thought Caesar would go through with it, he released his hold on the bonobo and his rage was finally extinguished into exhaustion.

“Ape…..not….kill….ape.” panted Caesar as he got off of the bonobo. The bonobo still gasping for air and bleeding profusely from his face looked around but saw that no ape dared to look at him.

At this point there was no going back. To go against the Alpha means you’re officially an outcast to the troop. The bonobo slowly got up, kneeling down and extended his hand as he panted.

“Forgive me.” He said to Caesar after a long moment of pure silence. Caesar looked around to all the apes before looking down at the bonobo’s extended hand. He slowly reached out for it and when barely a touch went to the bonobo’s palm, he slinked away. I then watched as Caesar’s eldest son turned to his father with a look of betrayal before he too left.

Caesar looked down heartbrokenly before leaving the dam leaving us wondering if we should continue to work or just leave sense the tension from the fight was still in the air.

“What do we do now?” asked Ellie.

“Work for another hour, and then we head back to camp.” Malcolm stated. While everyone was slowly starting to go back to work, I got up and followed the same path Caesar took.

“Lin where are you going? Lin!?” Malcolm’s voice echoed but I didn’t respond back to him.

I exited the dam and soon caught sight of Caesar sitting alone by the reservoir. His arms wrapped around his legs as he sat there by the edge of the water.

“Caesar?” I softly called out to him. I looked at him empathetically before slowly coming over and sat down beside him. “I’m sorry. I know us being here is causing such a rift within your troop.”

“If work not get done,” Caesar said before turning to look at me. “More humans come.”

“Yeah. Humans that I unfortunately cannot control. And who will bring guns. The sooner we get this dam working the better. And all will go back to what it was.” I said looking at him before turning my attention back to the water.

“Human…will not. Forget.”

“We may not forget, but at least there won’t be a reason for them to come back here. Not even me.” I turned back towards him, “After we leave, I’ll keep my promise from that day. You stay, I go. No following. Now that I know you’re here, there’s no reason for me to come into these woods. This is your home, and I won’t come into it anymore.”

“You…saved my sons. You are…no threat.”

“I may not be a threat but this is still your home. And I didn’t ask permission to hunt in your home. Nor the pack. They might not like staying in the city, so I might just have to leave them here. Let them finally be free, just like you are.”

“They would miss you.” I smiled softly.

“I know they would. But they deserve their best chance, and that’s being able to live freely. I’ll be fine.” My heart felt heavy as I spoke this as I was brought back to the day we said goodbye to one another.

“Where you….go now?”

“I might stay with the colony a few more days just to pack some provisions. After that I might go East. Or South. See if there’s another place out there somewhere for me.” I felt Caesar’s leather finger graze against my cheek and I turned to look at him again.

‘I’d be willing to give you part of the woods as a new home for you.’ I smiled at the offer but deep down I knew it would only turn into disaster. I took notice of his bloody hands and took out an old bandana from my coat pocket and dabbed it into the water.

“May I?” he held out his hand and I took it into my left hand then began wiping the blood with the wet bandana. “I finally pieced together just who the bonobo was. He was the same one you stopped from attacking Will and I that day.”

“Koba.” Caesar said his name. “Tested by humans at lab.”

“Uncle Will’s lab.” Caesar nodded softly.

“My son…..learn from Koba. As well learned from me. Koba’s hatred for humans….pulls my son to him.”

“He’s young Caesar. He’s just learning that the world he’s been raised on has now been turned upside down because of the humans arrival.” I chuckled softly as I finished cleaning the last bit of blood from Caesar’s knuckles, “Reminds me a bit of you at his age. A young, revolutionist who fought for the rights of Apes. Who freed them of their bonds, taught them to have a voice, and lead them to the Promised Land.” Caesar let out a deep, heavy sigh before saying.

“Just….want my son…to be the leader. I know….he can be.”

“But you’ve also gotta let him take his own path. What you’ve done Caesar…its a lot to live up to. Yes he’ll make mistakes, like I’m sure you have in your decade as leader. Nobody’s perfect. And I know he’ll make the right decision when it comes down to it. You just gotta give him that chance.”

I placed my hand over his and the two of us stared into each other’s eyes. The two of us slowly leaning towards one another our forehead almost ready to touch when we both heard the sound of footsteps walking along the pebbled shore. I released my hand from Caesar’s as I separated from him as Kemp came up and said.

“We’ve done all we can do for now. Malcolm wants us back at camp before it gets dark. We’ll get started as early as we can the next morning, especially since the debris has now been cleared out.”

“I’ll meet you there Kemp.”

“You’re not walking with us?”

“I gotta go grab Toboe. I’ll make it there before it gets dark, don’t worry.” He nodded before leaving us. “Better go down and get that pup before he buries himself alive, again.” I then headed over to the tunnel entrance and let out a single howl.

I heard the splooshing sound of water as running up was the young red wolf pup. He yipped and shook himself of the dirt and water. I exclaimed as I told him.

“Come on pup, I’ll give you a proper clean up when we get back to camp.” I carried him out of the tunnel’s stairway and we soon got back to the shore. Caesar and I locked eyes one last time and there was a bittersweet feeling as we stared at each other.

His proposal replayed in my mind but I just couldn’t accept it. Caesar had his people, and I—I’m just destined to be alone. Being around Carver’s paranoia and having Dreyfus’ threat looming in the back of my mind made me realize why I prefer to be alone.

While there’s still good people like Malcolm and his family, they will always be overshadowed by the evil that grasped humanity and increased tenfold ever since the Simian Flu outbreak. And if word ever got out about who I really am, I doubt the colony would even want anything to do with me.

Their fear, their hatred, and the inhumane actions I’ve seen them do to one another. But then again I’m no saint either, I too walked along that hateful path, but I soon realized just what I was becoming and I hated myself every day because of who I was becoming.

That’s why I’m better off alone. I don’t want to take anyone down that path if there comes a time when I have to become that person again.

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the-bus-called-graveyard-8 · 2 months ago

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Madagascar: Film-to-Book Changes & Details (part 2 of 4)

Zuba does not continue chasing the hunters after he gets shot—he is too hurt from his injury

Instead of Central Park Zoo or City Zoo, we are now calling it the New York Zoo

When Nana is interviewed by the news, the caption across the screen reads "Nana: Grand Central Hero". When she notices the camera focusing on her, she yells "What are you looking at?" and whacks it with her purse

When Mort arrives at the plane, Julien and Maurice imply they had tied him up to prevent him from coming

When Alex confesses to breaking Marty's iPod, Marty laments that he'd had 10,000 songs on it. Alex teases him, "Neil Diamond didn't make 10,000 songs." Marty starts hitting him for dissing Neil Diamond

Julien dubs his new kingdom "Madagafrica"

The penguins don't get to run over Nana with the tour jeep :/

While preparing for the Rite of Passage, Alex paints his entire face white with black lipstick and black stars around his eyes, like a mime

Melman has a receptionist named Sandy. The giraffe who tells him about Joe's fate is named Harland.

The scene where Mason and Phil bring the army of chimps to help fix the plane is skipped, RIP "I'd like to kiss you monkey man"

The scene of Nana rallying the tourists is also skipped

The discovery of the dried-up watering hole goes in a slightly different order—when Makunga tells the other animals they'll have to fight for the water, they all assert their preference for Zuba. Makunga then tells them they should go upriver and find out what happened to the water. Alex does not announce himself—after hearing this, he quietly leaves to find Marty.

As they leave the reserve to go upriver, Marty asks how Alex had found him amongst the other zebras. Alex says his line from the very end of the film—"I can look into your eyes and know it's you."—before looking at the scar on Marty's butt

Immediately after this, the story cuts to Marty arguing with Skipper about using the plane and Mason blackmailing Skipper. Several pages later, we have the scene of Alex and Marty finding the dam and being ambushed by the tourists. I'm guessing this is an editing error

Upon finding the dam, instead of pondering dynamite, Alex says they will need more manpower. Marty suggests getting Zuba. Alex replies he was more thinking of the penguins.

One of the zebras who had watched Alex and Marty leave runs to tell Makunga what they're doing. Makunga then goes to retrieve Zuba

Marty still fetches Gloria and Melman from the volcano, but there is no indication they were on the plane for the rescue and they do not appear again for the rest of the book

When Zuba joins Alex in dancing for the tourists, he tells Alex he doesn't know what he's doing. Alex tells him not to worry and, pointing to Zuba's birthmark, says "you were born with it!", echoing Zuba's words from earlier

Nana does not have a gun during the plane escape—Hula Girl subsequently suffers no injuries

Zuba does not insist on him and Alex jointly taking the role of Alpha Lion��Zuba instead accepts his role back and announces that drinks are on him. The book ends here, with no wedding between Skipper and Hula Girl and no penguins leaving with the plane

Mort is never seen again after he falls off the plane in the beginning—we are left to assume he died, smh

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yanderelmk · 2 years ago

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I'm gonna bite, could you share some detail of the yanderes and their unaliving preferences? I'm especially interested to hear about the Mayor, Spider Queen, Wukong, Macaque, and Redson. Write as little or much as needed

CW: GORE, MURDER, HUMAN EXPERIMENTATION ☠️MAYOR☠️: BIG fan of making his victims live through a horror movie, preferably with an antique aesthetic painted over it. Imagining a scene of him slowly walking down a hallway quietly humming this song. (As a side note, anyone else thinking the Mayor would serve with an old filter over his voice???) He's a man of old fashioned tastes in my opinion. A simple axe will do most times, but that's for his casual ventures. The more angry he is with a person, the more intense the hunt. I imagine him having a sort of Backrooms-adjacent realm he can drag people to that has different settings he can chase you around in: an old oil baron's mansion, an expansive garden maze, perhaps even the woods if he fancies a more traditional hunt with a gun. 🕸️SPIDER QUEEN🕸️: Spider Queen also is partial to hunts. After all, she fed herself for many millennia on unsuspecting prey that fell into her web. Despite the size of her mech, the Spider Queen is extremely good at stealth and hiding in the shadows. You won't know she's there until she's dropped on you and her fangs are digging into your throat. However, if you've really pissed her off, she'll bite you with her paralysis venom and savor this particular meal. ☀️WUKONG☀️: Normally Wukong goes for something simple like his staff. It's quick and effective, and with how powerful it is only a red mist will tell that you were there at all. However, if you push him over the edge I can see him genuinely going feral and ripping a person limb from limb, mutilating them and tearing at them with his claws and teeth like actual monkeys in the wild (chimps, notably). It takes a special case Macaque to bring him to that point. 🌑MACAQUE🌑: Same with Wukong, if you push Macaque enough he will go absolutely feral and mutilate his target, but if he's of sounder mind he'll have some fun. Hunts include sending his shadow clones to fuck with you, making you think he's closer than he actually is. He has eyes and ears all over the forest, he can track you like a tiger could. His shadow clones are also very useful in keeping tabs on where you are. If you see them, he's already seen you. If he especially hates you, he'll have his shadow clones drag you to the shadow limbo, the place between his portals. There his clones will proceed to, without going too graphic, eviscerate you. He could also trap you within his lantern and force your soul to face its own shadow: all your secrets, all your nightmares, all of your life's pain displayed in an endless loop for his entertainment. 🔥RED SON🔥: Now obviously Red Son prefers varying degrees of burns, but I actually want to add more to this. What if he experiments on the most heinous of people? Tries merging flesh with machines? He takes the victim and begins trying to see if it's possible to merge a human soul with his demon bull clones. Why? Just to see if he can. I feel like we need more Mad Scientist Red Son, all of the vibes are there. I can also see him testing to try and see just how far the human psyche can go until it fully breaks, how far the human body can go under certain types of torture. He is a man of experiments after all.

#lmk #lmk yandere #yandere lmk #lmk yandere mayor #lmk yandere spider queen #lmk yandere wukong #lmk yandere macaque #lmk yandere red son #gore #tw gore #murder #tw murder #lmk yandere x reader

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the-smallest-star · 10 months ago

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" Hey! There's the birthday boy! Didn't know what to get you so just made a gift basket. " Chaz chimps as he extends his gift to Patch.

" Happy Birthday, Slick." Striker, on the other hand, gifted Gritt a gold engraved revolver, bullets not included.

"... you're going to show me how to use this right? I mean I... kinda do, but I'd prefer to know how to use it properly." And not shoot someone on accident, even so he did really like it. Looked better than the beaten up gun Clem carried.

Patch is meanwhile gushing over the contents of his gift basket, looking at the little goodies and treats with the biggest smile and rewarding Chaz with a little smoochy on the cheek.

#hazbin!verse #GritttheImp #PatchtheImp #cxffeeshxp

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dotcox · 2 years ago

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Why do humans beleive we are special? Why do humans think we are better than every other species? Humans use our compassion and kindness as an example of things humans can do that others can't. Like fox mothers don't give themselves away to preditors to lead them away from their children? That looks like compassion to me. Like deer don't warn each other when they sence a hunter nearby? That sounds like consideration and kindness to me. They say we can communicate, and pass down knowledge, that's why we are special. But cats have their own communication system as well, with mews and purrs and growls much to quiet for our ears to detect. A mother cat can not only tell their child it's dangerous but can describe and show through physical language what to do in that dangerous situation, is that not passing down knowledge? And medicine is not what sets us apart, let's not forget how we discovered tree bark could be used to help headaches. Bears have been self medicating for centuries. Oh but humans are the only creature that can choose to sacrifice itself for another. Altruism has been seen and recorded in dolphins and whales and so many others, dolphins that risked getting beached to help whales find their way back to the deeper water before low tide. Dolphins regularly help swimmers, defending them from sharks or leading them back to shore if they've drifted too far. A pod of whales have recently been recorded taking in a dolphin with scoliosis into their pod, treating it as one of their calfs.

There are examples of 'human behavior' in almost every species on this earth. Its almost as if we learned from them, that's how similar these kind of things can be. And we've only just started reasurching, which doesn't do us much good until we figure out a consistent way to measure ideas such as intelligence. And before you say anything no we have not, have you ever taken the IQ test? The first one ever created only measured your common sence .. and back then that ment knowing if you touched your husband before being married you'd burn in hell and what the name of the current president is, its come a long way since them but still only works on humans. We've tried having chimps do it but without the ability to communicate effectively in their language there's no true way to measure ubderstanding. But then.. Why are we special? what is different, better about us? Why are we on the top of the food chain? How were we able to adapt, survive, overcome all these other species to become the apex species here on earth?

Beacuse we were able to kill anything that regularly ate us. Humans are special not because of the big brains we are so proud of, but because of the destructive force we are capable of unleashing onto 'dangerous' creature's. We still kill any animal we think has consumed human flesh. There's forest rangers out there who's job is to go after and kill wild animals that have consumed human meat. We've taught the other species through actions that if they stand against us we will destroy not only them and their family's, but their ecosystems as well. Humans are not kind, or compassionate in nature. We hold grudges that make us destroy entire forests, why? Because the natives there put up a fight, called it their sacred land. Nature has learned there is no working with us, we do not cooperate, we dominate. All nature can do is avoid us at all costs, and hope we aren't threatened by them.

I've always hated this fact, I know it's understandable. Reasonable even that we became this way, but a part of me hoped that once there was nothing else to be frightened of, once we had risen above all of mother nature's creatures, we might learn to live with them instead. But the problem with using fear and power to become the apex species, is that you'll never stop worrying that the other creatures aren't scared. That they can see how weak you all are upon closer inspection, we are just sacks of meat without our bombs and guns and fire. No claws no teeth no armor. Maybe that's why we haven't really been trying to communicate with the other species. If they can talk to us and understand, fully, how society works. They might realize that we are no challange at all. Instead of trying to make them talk to us in our language, we leave it for the next generation. We don't really want to know if our dog understands what he sees, because you hope he doesn't. Your dog or cat can tell the moment you start thinking deeply, that's why some people with medical problems use dogs as early warning systems, they are so sensitive to so many things we don't pay attention to. If your dog could talk to you hed be one of those mind readers that can tell you your third uncles name b asking what high-school you go to or something crazy like that. We don't want to talk to them because then wrled have to explain ourselves.

It's not as if we developed these traits dispite survival or anything either! When humans began living in larger and larger groups things like kindness and compassion were nessisary to keep the peace between neighbors, otherwise people would have just started killing each other. We learned to lice close together out of necessity, and learned to communicate more precisely to avoid confusion in the newly crowded settlements. In a pack of wolves there are only 7 opinions or so, in human towns there can be thousands. Precise words were nessisary to be able to teach concepts to large groups instead of one on one instruction. Altruism allowed us to fight wars and battles we didn't know the reason for because it would feed our families back home. Medicine was developed to survive the populations disease from living so close to one another. In order to have longer lives and therefore more offspring we learned of medicine and treated injuries out of necessity.

Humans are not special. And we don't know as much as we pretend to.

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jimmymcgools · 3 years ago

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sorry for asking the million dollar question but i want to know your take: was chuck right about jimmy, or is more complicated than that?

oh man, i'm always happy to talk about this! thanks for asking me! i think if it were as simple as chuck being right about jimmy, bcs would be a much worse show.

i think chuck is absolutely correct about some parts of jimmy’s character. jimmy is drawn to shortcuts and to flash and style, and i even think jimmy does enjoy feeling more cunning than everyone around him. and i think that’s an immutable part of him -- people don’t change, you’re slippin’ jimmy.

but i think chuck’s wrong about the conclusions he draws from that observation. i don’t think it’s some great fated thing that jimmy mcgill with a law degree is going to use that law degree to hurt people.

i even think the show argues explicitly that this doesn’t need to happen -- that jimmy can use these slippin’ jimmy skills to help people. he can notice the signs of a scam where nobody else has (sandpiper) and he can approach the problem with vinny-gambini-style unconventionality (toilet paper demand letter) and maybe skirt black-and-white legality (dumpster diving). and all to help people.

(and the fact that these sandpiper residents still haven’t seen a dime of settlement money is because of the slow-moving too-complex and arguably too-selfish beast of big law and the legal system and not because of jimmy)

anyway, imo that whole sandpiper origin in late s1 is showing us how jimmy’s slippin’ jimmy skillset isn’t inevitably destined for misuse.

i love that we see him get a great job at a good firm and then discover that it doesn’t suit him. i personally think that he would’ve discovered something similar at HHM, too, if he had been hired there right away.

but this doesn’t mean working in the law doesn’t suit him at all. i think the show goes out of its way to show us how much a small elder law practice does suit him.

so i personally think chuck’s wrong about the chimp with a machine gun thing.

but then there’s the “this is what you do, you hurt people”, if that’s more what you were asking about. even as a rampant jimmy mcgill apologist, i’m not gonna sit here and argue that jimmy doesn’t hurt people.

i sure hope i don’t hurt the people in my life as much as jimmy does. jimmy also becomes increasingly willing to justify hurting someone if he thinks that it’s worth it, on a balance. whether it’s irene or chuck or the woman he loves. he goes into that wexler v. goodman meeting knowing he’s going to hurt kim a lot but believing that the big picture can justify it (and i think by this point he’s desperate to stick it to them, to all those fancy lawyers).

and imo these justifications of his are flimsy and selfish.

but i think it would be pretty reductive to say that jimmy mcgill is inevitably destined to hurt people and that he should just embrace it.

chuck is so black and white -- he only sees the parts of jimmy that agree with his conclusions. what does he make of the parts that don’t? what does he make of the jimmy who brought him ice and groceries every morning for 18 months? chuck was there at 6am every day, too.

it’s telling how little this seems to inform chuck’s impression of jimmy’s character.

sometimes i think the audience is falling for chuck’s little façade, too. he wants people to think he sees the world from behind a judge’s bench, clear-eyed. but he’s just as tangled with messy emotions as anyone. he’s jealous. he’s entitled. he’s as unchangeable as he accuses jimmy of being -- he can’t fit the idea of jimmy becoming a lawyer into his established view, but instead of changing his view, he changes the “facts”. oh, jimmy just took a shortcut, then. he didn’t go to a real school, then. etc. etc.

(for the record, i love this about chuck. i love that these characters are shitty in their own different ways. if they weren’t shitty people sometimes, i would be so much less compelled by them.)

but, to bring this back to answering the question, i think it would be a bit narratively disappointing for the show to totally agree with the conclusions of a man who doesn’t see the world in shades of grey.

#better call saul #asks #jimmy mcgill #chuck mcgill

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watasemasaru · 2 years ago

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wrote an arcana story for jimmy, using very surface level observations of the arcana, didn't go too deep with it.

The Fool; empty, zero; at which we all start. Represents infinite possibilities. James Morgan McGill is The Fool of this journey.

The Magician, Ignacio Varga; represented by the card of capabilities. He takes initiative, is resourceful and is cunning, but his refusal to total in the long term and consequences of said actions shows his immaturity.

The High Priestess; Kimberly Wexler, the card of inner knowledge. "You don't save me, I save me." Intuitive and knowing of herself, Kim's belief in her gut feeling and instincts push her forward to opportunities. Her "More."

The Empress; the card of motherhood and fertility. The Empress represents Jimmy's desire to enjoy a full life with Kim and going into practice as a team, his conceived brain child; Wexler McGill.

The Emperor; Hector Salamanca, shown by the card of fatherhood. A taskmaster that is stubborn in his ways and has high expectations that some (Tuco) struggle to meet.

The Hierophant, Charles McGill; the embodiment of this card. A mentor and scholar; places high value on formality and tradition in regards to the law.

The Lovers; Jimmy is trying to find balance within himself. Am I just Slippin' Jimmy, or am I that and then some? Am I trying hard enough? He & Kim are also finding their rhythm as a couple.

The Chariot, Gustavo Fring; represented by the card's meaning of ambition, focus, and hardwork. Gustavo is rewarded by many small victories, but they are always momentary, yet he continues his pursuit.

The Justice, Howard Hamlin; a card of knowing what is right and wrong, what is fair. Howard's introspection of his actions lead him to being honest with both brothers McGill, valuing the integrity of them both more than anything. The Justice in reverse, being treated unjustly and his resulting fate.

The Hermit, the card of self-reflection and solitude. Jimmy has come to understand that no matter how hard he tries to fit into the mold of what others want, he simply does not fit properly. Jimmy begins his bagpipe serenade and ends it with his firing from Davis & Main.

The Fortune, a card of fate, of destiny. "I know you. I know what you were, what you are—people don't change, you're Slippin' Jimmy! And Slippin' Jimmy I can handle just fine but Slippin' Jimmy with a law degree is like a chimp with a machine gun! The law is sacred! If you abuse that power people get hurt! This is not a game! You have to know — on some level I know you know I'm right! You know I'm right!"

The Strength, Tuco Salamanca, the true potential of the card unexpressed. A bluster of passion and power but had yet to learn restraint. Tuco is daring and courageous in a sense of the word, but instead of tackling the challenge internally; the card's true meaning, he externalizes. Perhaps if remaining sober, he would have shined with the resilience of the card.

The Hanged Man, Michael Ehrmantraut, a man who is stuck and trapped in feelings of uncertainty. Mike is always standing at a fork, unsure of what path to take and if the one he took was the right one. Dedicado a Max is Mike's choice of taking the road where he accepts things as they are and as they come.

The Death, a card of transition. The old end and the new begins. The death of Jimmy McGill and the birth of Saul Goodman.

The Temperance, a card of growth, we see Saul begin to expand from bruner phones and tracksuits to legal representation and spiffy ties. Saul is clear in his goals and confidently moves forward.

The Devil, Lalo Salamanca; represents temptation. Lalo tempts Saul with monetary gain with the offer of becoming a friend of the cartel. The illusion of The Devil leads Saul to the impulsive acceptance.

The Tower, The card that shows the collapsing of one's ideals. Chaos, destruction, trauma. Howard's murder and subsequent leaving of Kim has left Saul alone in the rubble of his life. There seems little for him but –

The Star, the card of hope, pushes Saul fully into the crafted persona and becomes a criminal lawyer. He prospers.

The Moon, Walter White, represented by the card of illusion. The Moon signifies Walter's unfaced insecurity with being seen as inferior and the resulting anxiety of it. Walter to Saul is the illusion of big monetary rewards. The Moon reversed, Saul more than once doubts continuing on with Walter, the risk to his life and career too great, but is always drawn back under.

The Sun, Gene Takovic, shown by the card of true achievement. Gene is the culmination of all the versions before him; Jimmy, Saul, Viktor. He proves to himself that he hasn't lost himself under the weight of fear, dough, and icing.

The Judgement, the card that awaits us all at the end. Gene, Saul, Viktor, and Jimmy all face the consequences of the bad choice road they have traveled. The Judgement is 86 years.

The World, Jimmy McGill, coming full circle, back to zero. Having found his true self; he watches Kim leave through the open prison gate, ushering in a new set of infinite possibilities.

#better call saul #bcs #jimmy mcgill #saul goodman #brba #breaking bad

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 months ago

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No following; Planet of the apes fanfic Chap. 9

*Author's note*

Now here is where the story plot truly takes a shine as Lin and Caesar finally stand before each other and Lin tries to get the dam up and running along with Malcolm and his team, all the while trying to hide her past from the rest of the surviving people of San Francisco.

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@gay-and-ready-to-cry

@queen-paladin

@psychosupernatural

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I woke up like clockwork at the butt-crack of dawn. Jesus even with these pills I still can’t escape military protocol. For once I’d like to sleep eternally without waking up. I stretched myself out like a cat before getting up and walked over to the kitchen to see Malcolm and his family eating breakfast.

“Morning Lin.” Malcolm greeted me.

“Morning everyone.”

“How did you sleep?” asked Ellie.

“As fine as anyone can these days.” I responded. Malcolm stood up from the table and handed me a plate filled with food rations. “No.”

“Come on, even someone as hardcore as you needs to eat.” He told me.

“I eat breakfast, I just eat my own. I’m not taking parts of your family’s rations.”

“Everyone in the colony looks after each other. It’s how we’ve managed to survive this long. And like it or not you are a part of the colony now. Please Lin.” I looked between Malcolm and his family before hesitantly reaching out for the plate.

When suddenly the alarms started blaring throughout the entire colony. Already we could hear people from outside people starting to race down the stairs in a panic.

“Get dressed.” I ordered as I grabbed my rifle and was the first to leave their little home.

By the main gate, the crowd was in a panicked uproar as I tried to make my way up towards the catwalk where Dreyfus stood. Once I got to the stairway, I ran over to him and was shocked at what I saw just over the wall.

Caesar stood there riding a black stallion wearing what appeared to be war paint covering his entire body, and behind him was a whole army of apes bearing the same style of war paint as he did. Some riding on horses, but every single one of them held a spear in hand to let all of us know they meant business.

“That’s a hell of a lot more than 80!” Dreyfus said over the alarm. I turned to see that Malcolm had now joined up with us.

“It’s a scare tactic!” I proclaimed over the sound of the alarm.

“A what?!”

“They’re trying to intimidate us! Show us their numbers and size! If they wanted us dead they wouldn’t just be standing there! But you idiots start firing your guns and there will be bloodshed!” I then went down just as the alarms were cut off and the doors began to open.

There I was the first to walk out and keep my focus solely on Caesar. I still can’t believe that he’s really alive, I can’t believe I had given up on him surviving the forest fires, he is after all a very special chimp.

“Lin!” I heard Dreyfus call out to me. But I ignored him as I slowly walked closer to Caesar before I briefly paused. Caesar kept his eyes on me before urging his horse forward and I resumed my walking until finally the two of us stood before the other. Time and the world almost seemed to fade away as it was just the two of us.

The brief softness in his eyes as he looked at me quickly hardened as he turned his attention towards the colony and he proclaimed.

“APES!” hearing him speak made chills go up my body but it filled everyone else (besides Malcolm and the others who heard him speak yesterday) with fear. Caesar continued, “DO NOT…WANT. WAR! BUT WILL…FIGHT! IF. WE MUST!” he then turned to a younger male chimp and gave him a nod.

The younger male got off his horse and in his hand he held Alexander’s bag that he had left behind after we got startled by Caesar and the apes. The young male chimp had the exact same war paint as Caesar did and he did resemble Caesar a bit from when he was that age, could this be his son?

He held out the bag but as I went to grab it, he dropped it at my feet before turning around and headed back to his horse. I reached down and grabbed Alexander’s bag before turning back to Caesar. His eyes glaring at the colony as he proclaimed while pointing behind him.

“APE HOME!” he then pointed at the colony’s building, “HUMAN. HOME!” His eyes then turned to me, his face still stern but his eyes glaring at me not as threatening but he still wanted me to know. “Do not come back.”

I gulped harshly as I tried to keep my emotions at bay as Caesar then urged his horse and his people away. As all the apes soon left, there was one ape that lingered behind. From his war paint I could see the scarred side of his face and his eyes were blazing with nothing but hatred.

He remained glaring down at me growling lowly as he stayed there until almost every single ape had left before he too finally left to join the others. I let out an exhale but I knew that this was only the calm before the storm.

And boy was I right. The second the apes had left the city, the colony was in a panicked uproar. Everyone crowding each other as they clamored and try to outvoice the other’s panic.

I stuck to the far back as I could so that I wouldn’t be caught up in the panicked crowd. Now this is exactly how I remembered this building to be. Hundreds of thousands of people in a state of mindless panic, too afraid and too stupid to allow anyone to speak to them, and now I’m just waiting for the accusations to start happening.

“EVERYBODY! PLEASE! WE ARE ALL IMMUNE!” Dreyfus called out using a megaphone. “WE ARE ALL IMMUNE OR WE STILL WOULDN’T BE HERE!”

“HOW DID THEY FIND US!?” proclaimed one man as the crowd then roared in agreement.

“WE FOUND THEM!” Dreyfus answered.

“YOU KNEW THEY WERE OUT THERE!” proclaimed another man.

“WHAT IF THEY COME BACK!?” screamed out a woman. The crowd all cried out agreeing with the woman, to which Dreyfus told them.

“IF THEY COME BACK—IF THEY COME BACK, THEY’LL BE SORRY THEY EVER DID!” The crowd slowly began to die down but I could still feel the paranoia in the air. “NOW, THIS CITY MAY NOT HAVE THE MANPOWER IT ONCE DID, BUT IT HAS THE FIREPOWER. THOSE STOCKPILES LEFT BEHIND BY FEMA, THE NATIONAL GUARD, WE HAVE IT ALL. LOOK…”

Dreyfus paused for a moment to compose himself as he spoke his next speech into the megaphone.

“I KNOW WHY YOU’RE SCARED. I’M SCARED TOO, BELIEVE ME. BUT I RECOGNIZE THE TRUST YOU’VE ALL PLACED IN ME. WE’VE BEEN THROUGH HELL TOGETHER!” Trust me Dreyfus, you don’t know the first thing about hell.

Yeah San Fransisco began ground zero from when the outbreak hit, then the riots and civil unrest but that’s only a taste of what I’ve seen in the rest of the world. They’ve been through hell, but I have seen it with my own two eyes.

“BUT YOU ALL KNOW WHAT WE’RE UP AGAINST. WE’RE ALMOST OUT OF FUEL. WHICH MEANS NO MORE POWER, WHICH MEANS WE COULD SLIP BACK TO THE WAY THINGS WERE THAT DAM UP THERE WAS THE ANSWER. NOW WE JUST HAD NO IDEA THEY WERE UP THERE TOO.”

“SO WHAT DO WE DO NOW!?” exclaimed another woman as the crowd went into another uproar.

“WE FIND ANOTHER WAY…” the crowd slowly quietened down as Dreyfus continued, “BECAUSE THAT POWER….IS NOT JUST ABOUT KEEPING THE LIGHTS ON. IT’S ABOUT GIVING US THE TOOLS TO RECONNECT TO THE REST OF THE WORLD. TO FIND OUT WHO ELSE IS OUT THERE!” some people started nodding and doing hail Mary’s. “SO THAT WE CAN START TO REBUILD…..AND RECLAIM….THE WORLD WE LOST.” With that being said, the crowd dispersed and everyone went on trying to get back to their normal routine.

Both Malcolm and I waited for Dreyfus in the hallway near his sleeping quarters. As Dreyfus came up Malcolm said.

“That was a great speech.”

“Yeah, did you write it down first or did it just pop into your head?” I asked snidely.

“Lin not now.” Malcolm warned me. He stood up and told Dreyfus, “There is no alternative power source. That dam is the only option.” Dreyfus slowly walked towards us before saying.

“Well, then we fight them.” I chuckled madly. “What you think that’s funny Lin?” Dreyfus demanded.

“I think it’s hilarious. Cause this just proves why humanity lost more lives than the Simian Flu. Humans are always so quick to violence. Intelligent thinking, that’s just a bunch of egotistical bullshit. Just because someone has bigger balls than you, you think it’s alright to start a war.”

“They’re animals Lin. They may have the numbers but we have the fire power, just as I said.”

“Yeah but you underestimate your opponents and they’ll find your weakness. Apes were already smarter than humans before given the drug, now they’re beyond intelligent. If you want a war, you’ll fight without my help.”

“Then what else would you suggest? We’re two weeks from running out of fuel, maybe three tops. And once that happens, I won’t be able to go out there with a bullhorn and calm everybody down.” He said as he walked up to me, the two of us standing almost chest to chest with each other. But I held my stance as I had my arms crossed.

He then turned to Malcolm and walked over to him and stood across from him saying.

“We need that power to get the radio transmitter working. It’s our only chance of reaching the outside world. We have to find other survivors.”

“Yeah, there’s not that many of us left. We can’t afford any more casualties.” Malcolm agreed. Hate to tell yah boys but you won’t find much luck in the outside world. The places I have seen, they’ve been wiped out completely of any chance of human contact.

As the two of them went on about how they founded the colony together, I stepped aside and took some deep breaths. This whole world created because my uncle wanted to save my grandpa’s life. To give him a second chance…..sometimes I wonder if it’s a blessing or a curse. And if any of these guys find out that I’m directly related to the man who caused all this…..God help me.

“Let me go back up there.” I then stated. The two men stopped and looked at me. I turned back to them and I continued, “I can go up there and talk to him. Just give me a few days and….”

“And what if it backfires? What if he gets violent? I mean, how do you know that he’ll even understand you?”

“War is the last thing he wants, or don’t you remember what he just said? The apes don’t want war, but if you give them a reason to, they will. They could’ve ambushed us and slaughtered us all in the dead of night, they didn’t. They could’ve started the war right there at our doorstep, but they didn’t. Shall I go on?” Dreyfus was beyond words then Malcolm said.

“I’ll go too.” I gave him a harsh glare but he said, “I don’t doubt you Lin but you’ll need a team of workers and one in particular who knows how the dam works.” I let out a groan at the mention of Carver’s name. He turned to Dreyfus and said, “Give us three days, if we don’t get the dam working in three days, we’ll do it your way.” Dreyfus took a long pause to ponder and gather his thoughts.

“I’m gonna take some men up to Fort Point, I’m gonna go through the armor, I’m gonna see what’s still working. Three days. You’re not back here in three days, we’re going up there and we’re gonna kill every last one of them.”

My heart clenched and my blood boiled but I kept my emotions down. I couldn’t risk exposing the truth now.

“Deal.” Malcolm said as the two men turned to me.

“Agreed. I’ll tell Kemp and Foster, you can talk to trigger-happy douchebag.” I said heading back down the stairs to find Foster and Kemp to let them know what was going on.

I managed to the two lug heads and I informed them of what Dreyfus and Malcolm had decided to do. I helped them load the trucks and soon the rest of the team came along, including Ellie and Alexander. Normally I’d try to convince Malcolm to leave his kid behind cause I can’t guarantee his safety, but truthfully he’s better at his dad’s side with the apes than staying here with a bunch of triggered, paranoid humans.

Once we got the trucks all packed up once again with the supplies we needed, as well as camping gear Carver took the driver’s seat and he led us on the drive back to the Redwoods.

As we drove along, the weather suddenly shifted from cloudy to rainy once again. The rain was hard and heavy and without human interference to keep Mother Nature at bay, it practically made it impossible to navigate the winding roads but somehow Carver actually managed to get us back to the main entrance of the red woods.

“No one gets out of the trucks. No one.” I said after Carver cut off the engine. “If I’m not back in two hours….”

“I’m coming in after you.” Malcolm interrupted me.

“No. You all will head back to the city.”

“Lin.”

“I mean it Malcolm. I’m not letting anyone else get hurt. No one back at the colony would care if I got lost. But if any of you get hurt, Dreyfus wouldn’t hesitate to go back on his word. You all go back to the city and not say a word to anyone. Promise?” Malcolm and I had a hard staring contest at each other before he relented.

“Alright.” I pulled up my poncho hood and opened the car door before leaving and headed up the trail.

The mud was extra slippery and the rain felt like being pelted by paintballs. But I pushed on and followed the same road path until I came to the trail where we first came across the apes yesterday. I heard a rustle of a bush and I quickly turned before slowly taking out my sniper rifle.

I heard the rustle again and I slowly raised my gun up, my eye resting over the scope but soon a familiar white figure came out from the bushes.

“Kiba.” I said setting the gun down. His piercing yellow eyes stared at me and he let out a huff. “Are the others alright? The apes didn’t find you did they?” his ear twitched as he continued to stare at me. “All these years of talking to Caesar make me forget that you can’t sign, let alone talk. Now I don’t know if you can really understand me, but I understand. It was the apes that got to you and Tsume that day, wasn’t it? Do you remember where their home was?”

Kiba’s eyes remained fixated on me before he hopped off the boulder and walked ahead. He stopped and turned to look back at me and he let out a grunt. I picked up my gun and followed behind the large white wolf.

He took me further up steep hills and sharp down drops and when I began to see all the animal skulls decorated above the trees, I had a feeling in my stomach that I was close. Kiba then stopped and growled anxiously, his head down as his eyes stared straight ahead. His body stiff and his fur began riling up on end even through the rain.

“Okay, I won’t let you walk any further, I’ll take it from here. Go rejoin the others.” Kiba looked up at me and I gave him a head gesture to go back. He let out a huffed bark before heading off back into the woods. I looked back at the animal skulls. Some hanging off of tree branches or trunks, other tied by string almost as if they were decorations. “While we’ve done reefs, flags, and banners for decorations, apparently apes prefer the elephant graveyard look as part of their exterior design.”

I followed the animal skulls until I came up to a small pathway, and the second I turned into it, I was greeted by desolate fortress. When the military had burned the Redwoods all those years ago, they didn’t start at the very entrance of the forest, no they went for the heart of it in hopes that it would cut off any escape routes the apes could take.

But through this desolation they survived and now they’ve turned it into a fortress of wood and mud with a large gateway entry up ahead of the muddy pathway. Some of the wood had been sharpened like spears and were pointed outward as a warning to any and all that may enter.

“I would make a King Kong joke right about now but A) it’s not the time, and B) the fact I’m literally about to walk into the World of apes, isn’t something to joke about.” I said to myself as I pushed onward and walked towards the gateway.

As I walked under the bridge, my heart was racing and a hundred thoughts were going through my head. There’s no way this place is just left here unguarded. There had to be something waiting for me, a boobytrap, a guard, or an ambush. Something. There’s no way Caesar would just leave this place unguarded, especially now.

The sound of soft clanking suddenly caught my attention and I slowly closed my eyes as I felt my body tighten up. Ever so slowly I turned around and opened my eyes to reveal a large, silverback gorilla coming out from the side of the fortress wall.

He growled lowly as he stood over me, showing me his dominance and size over me. I raised my hands in surrender as I said.

“Please, I need to speak with Caesar.” I said while remembering to not make direct eye contact. Caroline taught me that unlike chimps, direct eye contact to gorillas is a sign of a challenge, so it’s always best to not make direct eye contact with them. The silverback continued to stare me down until it let out a loud roar.

I let out a yelp as I crouched down trying to make myself as small as possible but I looked up and soon saw more gorillas coming out from each side of the fortress. I soon found myself surrounded by about 5 maybe seven silverbacks and the one who let out the call huffed at the others.

I bit my lip trying to suppress any sound as I buried myself into the mud and tried to stay as still as I could (even though my body was shaking with absolute fear). I heard some of them sniffing at me, huffing and grunting as they spoke to each other before I felt a tug at my ankles. I was at first dragged aways before two more gorillas grabbed me by the arms and they began to carry me further into the Ape Fortress.

I could only look above me as chimps and bonobos swung and leapt over the roof over me, chattering and shrieking frantically. Letting everyone in the troop know that a human had entered their home. Maybe this was a mistake, any of these apes could easily kill me, hell I could’ve been ripped apart by the silverbacks just earlier but being beaten to death by thousands of apes did not sound like a way I’d want to go out.

After what felt like an eternity, I was soon dropped to the ground before being pulled up by my poncho. I kept my hands above my head as I now stood before an army of chimps and bonobos.

A moment ago it had been an uproar of apes sounding out the alarm of my arrival, but the second I was forced to stand up an eerie silence now hung in the air. All the apes glared at me, especially a scarred bonobo that looked vaguely familiar but I couldn’t remember.

He slowly came up to me as he stood on the opposite side of me where the silverback who first saw me stood at my left side. Cautiously I walked forward, keeping my arms raised in surrender as the apes all crowded around me but allowed me passage.

I tried to put my focus onto the various nests and buildings that had been built within the fortress. Caesar had built such a home for these apes, that I couldn’t be any prouder, and I know the rest of the family would’ve been proud too, especially uncle Will. And speaking of which, at the top of a large stone platform, Caesar soon stood on top of it, his posture tall and firm as he looked down at me.

When I was now at the stone’s platform, the scarred bonobo and the silverback pushed me into the mud by my shoulders as I let out a grunt.

“Please, please.” I spoke up. I looked up at Caesar and he looked down at me, a hint of disappointment in his green eyes. “I know Caesar, I know. No following. But I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important.” I made sure to stay on my knees, not to make any sudden movements and kept my hands on behind my head now. “Just hear me out.” I asked him. “They’re scared Caesar, the people at the colony are scared and almost losing hope. But there’s something here, something in your part of the woods that the colony needs.”

“HUMAN LIES!!” the bonobo to my right exclaimed which caused the apes to uproar.

“NO! NO! I’m not lying!” I tried to tell them. I turned back to Caesar and pleaded, “You know I would never lie to you, when have I ever lied to you? Please believe me!” the apes continued to cry out but Caesar remained stoic on top of his rock as he looked down at all of us.

From the corner of my eye, I saw the spear that the bonobo had, he now flipped over and had the spear part of it pointed directly at me ready to skewer me if Caesar gave the command. Tears filled my eyes as I mouthed out another please to Caesar, desperate for him to see reason.

He held up his hand and all went silent once again. I couldn’t hear anything but the sound of my heart racing in my ears. But soon Caesar spoke.

“Show….me.” a strong wave of relief came over me after he had said that. But my relief soon turned to fear was I heard a growl from behind me and from my peripheral vision I saw the spear ready to skewer my like a wild boar. “NO!!!!” Caesar cried in an uproar.

He jumped from the platform and took the spear away from the bonobo. The two of them staring each other down before the bonobo relented. Caesar turned back to face me, he slowly extended his hand out and gently grabbed my arm and helped me stand up.

“Show. Me.” He said again. I nodded then Caesar signed out. ‘Ape Council, follow her.’ Caesar then turned to me and gave me a nod. I then walked out and the selected few apes followed behind Caesar and I.

Following Carver’s directions, I took them deeper into the woods until we came to the river where a small beach-like area rested along the mountains and just across the river was the dam. Of course I would’ve preferred if he had told me that we had to walk across a wet, narrowed log path to get to the dam but that’s Carver for yah.

I took a deep breath and slowly took a step onto the logs. Already my foot started to slip as the log also began wobbling beneath my foot. I got lower and tried to climb on top like an ape but all that did was make me fall off and land on the other logs.

“Goddamn that hurts.” I groaned. I got up and saw as all the apes were now just staring at me. I got up brushing off the pain and said, “It’s right across the lake. It’s the only safe way to cross.” I tried again but my muddy hand once again forced me to slip and I landed this time face first into the logs. “Oh Carver I’m going to kick your ass.” I groaned softly.

I got up again but before I could try again, Caesar stopped me and I turned to him saying.

“No, no I can do this. I swear this time I’ll get it.” I glared at the logs and proceeded to walk up them once again, I got a bit further but just when I thought I could safely stand up, the log shifted and I went rolling down the logs and into the river.

I breached with a gasp as I rubbed my face of the runny mud. Is this my karma? Cause if it is, this is beyond embarrassing. It’d be bad enough if Malcolm or any of the others saw me but I’m humiliating myself in front of Caesar and his people. I swam back to shore before walking along the pebbled shore and I let out a sharp sigh and extended my arms out in surrender.

“I got wet.” I heard what sounded like a mixture of a chuff and a laugh from the scarred bonobo as Caesar came up to me. “Once again you beat me in the art of balance. I never did get better at it. But I swear to you there’s no other way to get to the dam other than this way. However I wasn’t told just how’d we cross it, I thought there’d be like a more modern bridge to get us there but nooo.” Caesar looked at me pitifully before grunting out.

“Luca.” The silverback gorilla who I met at the entrance of the gate came forward and Caesar signed to him. ‘Carry her.’ Luca grunted in annoyance but one look from Caesar and Luca trudged up to me. He let out a few grunts before picking me up and placing me on his back.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he now climbed up the logs and successfully walked across them, followed by the others. I buried my face into Luca’s fur ashamed and said to him.

“I’m so sorry.” Luca didn’t respond as he continued to walk across the bridge. Finally we reached the end of the bridge and arrived at the entrance to the dam. Luca set me down and I went up to the metal door and muttered. “Alright, military strength don’t fail me now.” I grabbed a hold of the metal handle and pushed it downward before forcing the door open.

Letting out a few grunts as I pushed the door with all my might until finally it cracked open with a loud screech. I smirked and pushed the door further inward until the door was fully opened.

“Holy shit. The cowardly bastard was right.” I muttered. I turned to Caesar and said, “Follow me.” I entered inside and walked down the staircase where the main controls were as I explained, “This is what we used to call a ‘small hydro.’ It was built to service areas to the north of here, but we’ve been working to reroute the power lines to the city. The city used to run on nuclear power but that all burned out years ago, so we’ve been using diesel generators and gasifiers. But if we can just get this dam working, then we have a shot at restoring limited power.”

Caesar and the rest of the apes merely looked at me. I came down from the main control panels and stood before Caesar.

“I made a fool of myself out there trying to walk the bridge, please tell me I made at least some sense in explaining all that.”

“The….lights.” Caesar said to me. I smiled a true genuine smile for what felt like—an eternity as I nodded to him.

“Yes. Yes the city lights.” I looked back at all the apes before diverting my attention back to Caesar. “This is your home, I know that. And we don’t want to take any of it away from you. And I know it’s been a decade since we last saw one another, but I swear to you, on my life, that if you allow us to work here—”

“You…brought others?” the scarred bonobo sneered as he walked over to me. But Caesar kept both him and the other two apes that stood behind the bonobo at bay.

“Only a few.” I said looking at him, trying to show him that I wasn’t afraid of his intimidation tactics anymore. I turned back to Caesar and continued my statement, “If you allow us to work here, we’ll leave. Good or bad outcome we’ll leave your home and never come back. No following.” I then did something that surprised the apes.

I got down to my knees and extended my right hand into the supplicating gesture that Caesar used to do for us. I heard the apes all gibbering and hooting in awe. I didn’t look up at Caesar, I wanted him to know that he was in control of the decision and that I wouldn’t try to suade him with a look in my eyes.

“No…guns.” I heard him say. I looked up at him and repeated.

“No guns?”

“No….guns.” he said in a more firmer tone. I nodded and repeated this time in understandment.

“No guns.” I bowed my head again and this time I felt his fingers brush across my palm, accepting my gesture and the deal.

I stood up and with one arm raised up, but with my free hand I remove my rifle strap from my chest. Ever so slowly I took it off my shoulders and made sure to not grab it with my other hand. I then held out the rifle to him and he looked at me.

“You said no guns.” He then took my rifle out of my hand and handed it to a balding chimpanzee who let out a few grunts of anger as he stared at my sniper rifle. “Thank you.”

#planet of the apes #planet of the apes fanfic #planet of the apes fanfiction #planet of the apes x reader #planet of the apes imagine #planet of the apes imagines #dawn of the planet of the apes #caesar #caesar x oc #caesar x reader #caesar imagine #caesar imagines #caesar fanfic #caesar fanfiction

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septembersghost · 2 years ago

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See this is a random thing, but I can’t for the life of me whether Jimmy’s trauma response is fight or fawn or a bit of both. Like he really does bite if backed into a corner, sometimes way too hard, but so much of Saul is spitefully appeasing his brother (“look this is what you wanted, not using your last name and I’m a chimp with a machine gun”), we all know how much he begs and you’ve got that whole “please just tell me what to do” thing

it's most assuredly both, and your understandably fretting a bit over which it is once again uncovers an issue i have with the way they handled all of this at the end (i know i've said this, and the anon message i have in here about the ending continues to settle because i'm so torn on what to say...), it should not be this ambiguous and it's a place where their "don't tell" policy in the writing ended up giving the characterization short shrift. we shouldn't still have people making the absolutely false conclusions about how he ~always was this way~ and ~saul was his true self~ and he was ~just a villain~, it's...frustrating. jimmy IS reactive when backed into a corner, and when deeply wounded, he responds in destructive ways - to others and to himself - it's fight in that sense, clawing out in defense, and it's also flight, running away from himself and from how deep that trauma goes. his longing for acceptance/love/understanding/respect, his desperation to be told what to do by someone curdling into taking the very WORST and darkest of chuck's advice, it's never all because of one thing, it's that tragic accumulation of factors.

#anonymous #letterbox #better call saul #jimmy mcgill #the way the characterization in this show was so perfect until [redacted] and then it was oddly done a disservice will haunt me shhhh #trying SO hard not to be critical but.

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dumdumsun · 3 years ago

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And Dusk

A/N: Just a heads up, the sensitive content in this chapter will be marked "<<<<<<" as the beginning and ">>>>>>" to signify the end. The racial slurs used in this chapter were targeted towards African Americans (and still are) and I chose these because I, myself, am African American and used them as a sort of “default” for any POC readers. ⚠️Please, never use these towards anyone. Whether it be in a “joking” manner or not. They are hurtful and were created to be that way⚠️ I wrote this chapter the way I did to bring awareness. Proceed with caution. Much love ❤️

Warnings: ⚠️racial slurs⚠️, violence, mentions of guns and dying/death

Word Count: 3707

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Chapter 3: The Frankel Footage

Shaking himself out of his shock, Five stood from his seat and hurried after his brother, grabbing onto his arm and stopping his strides. “The hell is wrong with you, Luther? I just told you the world’s gonna end in ten days!”

“Yeah, well, you’re always saying that.” Luther nonchalantly spoke before moving away, but Five intervened yet again.

“And so far, I’ve been right.” He hissed as Luther sighed and shook his head.

“Look, you want to go save the world? Knock yourself out, alright? I already got a job.”

“Wait, you work in this shithole?” The boy furrowed his brows.

“Yeah. Well, my boss owns the place,” Luther only received a nod from his brother, so he clarified. “I’m his body man.”

But this only made Five even more confused. “What’s that? Like, a masseuse or something?”

“Okay, you can make fun all you want, but I take good care of Mr Ruby.”

“Wait, Ruby. The Jack Ruby? The gangster who shot Oswald.”

Despite Five’s concern, Luther proudly smiled a smug smile as he glanced over at his boss. “Yeah. The one and only.”

“Well, it finally happened,” Five sighed. “That gorilla DNA has finally taken over your mind-”

“Hey, watch it, alright? Jack’s a good friend-”

“And you’re Number One. Numero Uno. Remember?”

Luther clenched his jaw and shook his head. “There is no Number One. Not anymore. Not in 1963,” When Five stared at him in disbelief, Luther sighed again. “Look, I’ve been stranded here alone for a year. What did you expect?”

Five scoffed. “I get it, alright? You watched Pogo die, the world exploded, and I marooned your big dumb ass in time. I’m sorry, okay? But I’m asking for your help, Luther. The Umbrella Academy needs you.”

“It doesn’t need me,” He slowly spoke to draw out his words. “It never did.”

“Luther, honey,” The waitress from earlier approached the two. “Jack’s about to lose it on some half-wit. A little help?”

“Ah, shit,” He groaned and began walking away. When Five tried yet again to stop him, he whirled on him, his lips pulled into a thin line. “Listen. You’re the genius who said we should jump, right? You’re the one who got us stuck here. And you’re the one who brought Vanya. So, if there is a doomsday coming, she’s probably the cause. And if I was gonna do something about it, it sure as hell is not gonna be with you. That’s (Y/N)’s job, being dragged around into your messes-”

“I don’t drag her into anything.” Five swallowed, blinking rapidly.

“Yeah? Well, she wasn’t stuck as a thirteen-year-old and constantly worrying about her kids until you showed up. I’m surprised she isn’t sick of you yet.” And with that, he stomped away to his boss. This time, Five let him go, his words sending a pang through his chest as he thought back on it. Grabbing his drink, he sighed and shook his head.

“Dad should’ve left him on the moon…” He muttered, taking a sip of his drink before moving to leave his seat. When he felt his jacket snag on something, he looked down to see an object in his pocket. Taking out the tape, he frowned and turned it over.

Date: 11/22/63

Subject: FRANKEL FOOTAGE

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This world was unfamiliar to (Y/N). She knew she had to have been somewhere in America, but she didn’t know where. The cars, fashion and stores bringing the street she walked to life told her she had to have been in the sixties. But she didn’t want to believe it. Surely Five hadn’t time travelled that far? She had to have been dropped during some type of sixties-theme festival. But the voices suddenly beside her quickly prove her doubts wrong.

“What do we have here?”

“Looks like we’ve got ourselves a lost little colored girl.”

Tensing, (Y/N) continued her way down the sidewalk, slightly speeding up her pace, but the men fell into step beside her with ease, flanking her sides.

“You’re on the wrong side of town, girl.”

“Yeah, we don’t like coons around here.” One of them hissed right in her ear. Her eyes welled up with tears before the other shoved her forward.

“Gon now, get!” He ordered as if she were a dog. She realized that’s how they had seen her. An animal. Nothing more. Tripping on a crack in the sidewalk, she fell to the ground, smacking her face on the concrete. She choked out a sob as the two men cackled. And to make matters even worse, she felt the pitter patter of raindrops start to freeze her skin.

(Y/N) gasped out in shock when the men spit two wads of saliva in her face. She knew she must’ve looked a mess with spit and tears sliding down her cheeks and blood oozing from her nose. She hiccupped on her sobs and began to stand, much too tired from her previous fight with Vanya and literally being dropped from the sky to successfully do so. The men backed her up against a wall and one fisted the front of her vest before a voice called out.

“Take your hands off of my child!” Whipping around, the men were half expecting to find another target, but (Y/N) coughed and sputtered nonsense upon the person her gaze fell upon.

“M-Mom…?”

Before her was Grace, but… she wasn’t robotic in any sense. She could tell by the raw anger etched into her features. She took a brave step forward. “I said. Take your hands. Off my child.”

And that was another thing: her accent. (Y/N) was immediately comforted by the stern southern accent the woman shared with her attackers. It was a voice she never thought she needed. The two looked between Grace and (Y/N) with smirks. “You mean this lil ol’ jigaboo-”

“Is my daughter. Now you let her go before I call the police.”

“Woman, I don’t care if you call the police-”

Grace took it upon herself to step closer and grab the child by her arms, yanking her into her warm embrace. (Y/N) immediately latched onto her, quivering in her hold. The men scoffed and shook their heads, beginning to walk away. “Make sure to keep that thing on a leash if you’re gonna have it out, ma’am.”

“Oh, fuck off.” She growled before turning and walking back in the direction the girl came from. As they walked past the alleyway, Grace took out a handkerchief and began wiping the girl’s face clean of what the raindrops hadn’t already washed away. “It’s alright, hun, they aren’t gonna hurt you anymore.”

“T-Thank you.” (Y/N) sobbed and gently held her nose in pain. Grace crouched in front of her and gently held her face in between her hands.

“Don’t thank me, darlin’, it’s how everyone should be treatin’ you ‘round here… Where are your parents? I could take you to ‘em.”

(Y/N) thought for a long moment, watching as the rain soaked Grace’s hair and clothing. The woman didn’t seem to mind as she watched the girl before her swallowing thickly. (Y/N) skimmed over her current choices. She didn’t have any choice.

“I don’t have parents. I-I don’t remember them…”

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“I’m tellin’ you, Reggie, she’s highly intelligent for a child her age.” Grace proudly presented (Y/N) to the man she had grown fond of over their time working together. (Y/N), however, was frozen in her spot. Sir Reginald Hargreeves. The man whose death she had wished upon for years, whose death had finally graced her existence, was back in her life. She flinched at the disapproving look on his face, much too acquainted with it by this point in her life. “And she’s very respectful. Talented, too, this girl can speak several languages.”

“You seem rather fond of this child.” The man observed as Grace squeezed her into her side.

“She’s my pride and joy.”

“And you cannot remember anything of your past, child?”

“N-No,” (Y/N) shook her head and stared down. “Not a lot. J-Just my name and birthday.”

Reginald hummed and stared her down with an unreadable expression. When she met his eyes again, he was crouched down to her level, his monocle clutched in his fist. “(Y/N), was it?”

“Yes.”

“It would be an honor to have your presence within my home, along with your mother.”

“O-Oh, that’s okay-”

“I insist. Besides, you have been living with her for almost half a year, correct? It is highly unlikely that she will share a home without you.”

“He’s right about that, hun,” (Y/N) glanced up at Grace, who was smiling warmly at her. “I’m not leavin’ you.”

(Y/N) could have cried.

And she did.

One year later, (Y/N) had been living quite the comfortable life with Grace and Reginald. She had been introduced to the ape, Pogo, for the second time since Grace first started working with him. As much as she loved being around the chimp, it brought back so many memories. She almost felt silly, looking after him sometimes knowing he had done the same for her in the original timeline.

Her relationship with Reginald was nothing she ever expected. He was gentle, well as gentle as Reginald Hargreeves could get, he cared for her, spoiled her, even. She wouldn’t have to ask for anything half the time. If he were to overhear a conversation between her and Grace about a dress she oh-so wanted, it would suddenly be laid out on her bed the next day. She usually had a say in dinner meals every Thursday and Sunday and Reginald listened intently whenever she would voice any discomfort or concerns with her living conditions. (Y/N) never had a real father, but she assumed this is what it was like to have one. She never wanted to let go of it.

For her birthday in 1963, she was surprised that he had actually gotten her a present. As she entered the parlor, she was met with the tiniest bark and an even tinier golden retriever, bounding up to her. She gasped and stopped low, letting him jump into her arms. She let him lick her face and giggled in the joy it brought her.

“Your mother said you would like it. Though I would never allow dogs in my house, I have come to understand that there are rules I must bend for you, my child.”

(Y/N) turned to her father. Yes, father. Reginald, also growing quite fond of their father-daughter bond formed between them, decided to adopt the girl. As much as his beliefs and his deep distaste for children protested. There was just something about this child. Or perhaps it was Grace’s insisting, reassuring him that he would make a wonderful father. (Y/N) was very hesitant at first for her own reasons she never shared, but eventually came around to the idea of being his daughter again.

This was the same Reginald Hargreeves who locked her in a dark room for five days straight, but also an entirely different man. Perhaps it was her fascination with the differences, or maybe she just wanted a real father for once.

“Thank you, Dad.” She softly smiled, the man nodding in response.

“But this is your pet, (Y/N). It is your responsibility. I will not find it in my study, in my bedroom, you are to train it yourself-”

“Can you-”

“And no, I will not help you pick out its name.”

The girl softly groaned and looked back down at her new puppy. Looking into its eyes, she smiled softly at a distant memory as a small child.

“Welcome to the family, Mr Pennycrumb.”

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(Y/N) groaned when she felt the sunbeams of the early morning sunrise hit her eyelids, coloring her black vision with the stinging fire of orange. Rolling onto her other side, she stretched her blanket over her head. They were yanked away the next second, causing a whine to leave her lips. “Mom… Five more minutes.”

“I let you sleep in long enough, hun, it’s time to get up. You have a date with Preston this afternoon.” Grace gently pulled her daughter to sit up, giggling quietly at her look of disgust.

“Preston? Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously, let’s get goin’.” Grace patted her leg and walked to her door, waiting patiently. (Y/N) sighed and rubbed her face, letting her feet slide into her slippers. As they descended the stairs to the kitchen for breakfast, Reginald could hear his daughter’s sleepy complaining from his place at the table.

Setting his utensils down, he turned his head in their direction. “My child, how many times throughout each week must we have to repeat this conversation?”

“Until it starts making sense.” (Y/N) stepped into the dining room, now in her robe, and crossed her arms over her chest. Reginald sighed and stood from his chair at the table.

“You are one of my greatest accomplishments,” He began towards her. “There is no doubt in my mind that you would make a fine successor. I do not believe you will need a husband. In fact, you would be better off without another individual holding you back from what you are truly capable of.”

“But?” She raised a brow.

“But… I have grown to know you more than I expected… and I know that you would need someone to help manage your finances you inherit once I am gone. Preston is a fine young man who was born into this life, made into this life. He will take good care of you.”

(Y/N) knew there was only one person in this world who would truly take good care of her. But he wasn’t here, and she needed to play the part as the amnesiac adopted daughter, so she huffed and nodded. “Fine… I’ll go…”

“Thank you-”

“But only if Mr Pennycrumb can go, too.”

“Very well, but you will not be gifted another animal if you lose it.”

The outing wasn’t entirely bad. (Y/N) didn’t mind the picnic or the art museum, it was the company that made her blood boil. Preston is anything she would have expected out of him. This had been their seventh date, tenth of the ones he planned. (Y/N) sought out any opportunity she could to cancel on him to save herself from the unbearable three hours she would have to spend with the kid. He was arrogant, smug, selfish, narcissistic, and overbearing. Of course, this was not the Preston he presented to her parents. No, to them, Preston was ‘a fine man with a bright future ahead of him’, or as Grace would put it, ‘a delight to have around’. He laughed like a drunk, talked like a husband, and smelled like a man. All at the age of fifteen. (Y/N) had to remind herself on several occasions that she was mentally the older out of the two and to not stoop to his level when he got under her skin.

“Don’t you think, (Y/N)?” The voice brought her attention back to the boy beside her. She looked up from the grass they had been strolling through. When she hummed in question, he amusedly scoffed and side-step closer to her. “Never mind. I should have known you wouldn’t have been interested in politics.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” The girl raised a brow. At her confusion, he laughed and gently tapped the side of his head.

“You’ve always got that head of yours in the clouds. Or turned behind you- like right now.”

(Y/N) turned her head away from where she had been looking over her shoulder. “What? Sorry, Preston, I’m a little preoccupied today.”

“With what, exactly? You don’t seem to be the type of girl to have very many issues. Nothing to worry about.”

“And you wonder why I don’t listen to you.” She sighed as her puppy ran in between her legs, rolling in the grass once he was a few paces in front of them. Preston frowned in distaste and shook his head.

“You should really keep that thing on a leash, sweetheart.”

She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes, clenching her teeth as she folded her hands behind her back. “Really now?”

“Really. You know, I’m not very fond of dogs, so I’m not sure how it’ll work out once we’re married. I think we should get one after we have kids, you know? Just so the kids could grow up with it.”

(Y/N) quickly turned her head to the left, pointing out across the street. “Preston, would you look at that?”

“Look at what?” He gullibly looked in the direction, (Y/N) quickly checking the area before almost silently singing her tune. From her shadow, her clone formed and robotically walked behind the two. She quickly switched spots with it and ordered the clone to walk with Preston before scooping her puppy into her arms and rushing off in the opposite direction. Once she was behind a diner far away from their date location, she let out a sigh and gently patted her dog on the head.

“Were you sick of it, too?” She chuckled. Resting the back of her head against the brick wall she leaned on, she let out a slow breath and began to relax. The sound of guns cocking had her head snapping up so fast, she swore she could have dislocated it. Just down the end of the line of stores were three white-haired men, one in a milkman uniform, training their guns on her. (Y/N) didn’t waste a second tucking her dog in front of her and spinning around, charging down the opposite direction as bullets whizzed past her. She dodged them the best she could, jumping a few feet in the air at the ones that threatened to take their place in her feet. It was like a dance; the twisting, spinning and jumping, and she was to perform this dance until one of those bullets killed her if she didn’t find a way out soon. Sliding to the side of a clothing store for cover, she gently shushed her pet as she caught her breath.

The three sets of footsteps eventually found their destination and rounded the corner with skilled quickness, shooting at the girl until she was nothing more than a bloodied corpse on the ground, bullet holes lodged in almost every inch of her body. The three men nodded to each other and turned around, making their way out from behind the stores.

(Y/N) had already been down the street from her house by the time her attackers found the clone in her place. She couldn’t have been bothered to check herself for any wounds, too worried about Mr Pennycrumb’s potential bullet wounds. But the pup was perfectly, happily nuzzling into her arms and wagging his tail. This left (Y/N) to ponder.

Who the hell were those men?

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“Is it on?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean, you don’t know? There’s an ‘on’ button. Just- There’s something over- that jigga-ma-thing, whatever.”

“I hit the jigga-ma-thing!”

“Okay, well, just- Give it to me. I know how to do this.”

“Alright, here, here. Hurry up.”

“Okay, alright, let’s see…”

Lila didn’t look up from her task of painting poor Elliott’s toenails, his bindings he received after threatening the trio with a gun preventing him from moving too much. Which was beneficial to her, as it kept her from ruining the paint job. She softly smiled as she listened to the argument between the elderly couple on the film Five and Diego were intently watching. “They’re so cute,” She commented. “I love old couples. I’m always so proud of them for not murdering each other.”

Ignoring her, Diego turned to his brother from his seat on Elliott’s counter. “Why are we watching this?”

“Shush.” Five replied, eyes trained on the film before him, searching for any clue to the approaching apocalypse, brows furrowed in concentration.

“Yeah, I… I’m Dan Frankel. And…”

“I’m Edna Frankel.”

“...Edna Frankel. We are in Dallas, Texas, to see the president. Today’s date is November 22, 1963.”

Five nodded as everyone’s attention was brought to the projected screen before them.

“That’s six days from now.” Lila spoke as Elliott thrashed about more against his bindings. Diego sat forward in interest.

“Holy shit. This is it. The grassy knoll. Kennedy’s about to get shot. How do you have this?”

“Hazel died to get me this footage,” Five answered. “It must be the key to stopping doomsday.”

“Hazel…?” Diego frowned, remembering the man he spent hours searching for and planning to kill to avenge the death of Eudora Patch.

“Long story.”

“What’s doomsday?” Lila looked up at the boy.

“Longer story.”

“What exactly did he say to you?” Diego asked as Lila turned her head back to the film.

Five shrugged. “Well, he was killed before he could explain. But whatever he wanted us to see, it’s on this film.”

“This is very exciting.” The old man smiled before the sound of gunshots and screaming could be heard, the camera moving around in blurs due to the shock of the old woman filming.

“Oh, my god!”

“Oswald…” Diego whispered, setting his knife down as Five leaned in closer.

“The president!”

When the camera was steadied to record across the street, Five and Diego both stiffened in their spots at what their eyes caught. “Oh, no…” Five breathed and moved behind the projector, rewinding the film and scooting the cart backwards to zoom in closer. The room was silent as Diego stood to his feet and Five rounded the cart before standing beside his brother, directly in front of the film. “This can’t be…”

“Okay, you gonna fill me in now, boys?” Lila glanced between the two. “What the hell is this shit we’re watching?”

But she was ignored yet again.

“No, that’s impossible…”

“Clearly, it’s not.”

“What… What is it?” Elliott muffled past the gag in his mouth.

A beat of silence went by before the two Hargreeves whispered in unison,

“Dad.”

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badluckgoboom · 1 year ago

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An exceptionally dramatic eyeroll is given in response. "Uuugh. This isn't even murder of people and you're gonna bellyache about it? That stick must really be up there." One arm is suddenly thrown out to her side, Zapper clenched firmly in her hand. "Like it or not, those folks in white labcoats watching all us little monkeys dancing around are gonna dump some chimps in here that get a kick out of wreaking havoc, no matter on who. So how's about instead of being a worrywart over the giddy manner in which I tote my guns around..." The outstretched arm slowly swings forward, gaining in speed as it gets closer to pointing at this other girl...and passes right by to the other side, ending crossed over her chest. "You take comfort knowing they're pointed at the things that are threatening ALL of us and be careful not to give that reason to change, mmmkay?"

"...You seem a bit too enthusiastic about murder." And being reckless, but mostly the murder, enough that it gives Kokomi reason for pause. Even if the latchers largely deserved it and were threats on their own, it still didn't sit right with her.

#solecean #solecean 01 #Yeah Jinx hasn't been okay for...................Jinx hasn't been okay #(Sorry it got long she wanted to ramble)#isola event: data corrupt

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crystal-moon-101 · 4 years ago

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Ben Gen 10 - Live Reaction Review

Right, so since I’ve finally got my hands on the new crossover episodes, and since my favourite show of all time is Generator Rex, I thought I’d watch it and write down things along the way. Mostly just reactions to things happening as they go, and then probably a simple review at the in another post of what I liked, didn’t like, and maybe what other ways this episode could have gone.

Spoilers! Kind of, for those who haven’t seen it yet! But onto the watching!

Should probably mention I haven’t seen a whole lot of the Reboot Ben 10. Not awful from what I’ve seen, some interesting and well-done aspect even, but certainly not my cup of tea. But I’m here for my boi Rex anyway so…

This is actually quite a cute theme song intro, not gonna lie

Ah, yes, a very American opening in a very American location.

Lol, of course they use Heatblast as the first alien in the episode, got the same voice actor as Rex, nice touch.

Evil...trees? Are these actually villains in the show?

Also, that little girl is precious.

Ben, are you trying to start a forest fire in the middle of the park?!

Ha, Gwen gets it!

Ah, yes, more American stuff.

“Don’t wreck the precious monuments” should have seen what you did to Mount Rushmore in your past, Ben.

Sup, Hex.

Music is evil, got it.

So Ben’s aliens are pretty famous already, at least being treated more like celebrities than monster sightings.

“Burn the flute!” A.K.A nearly burn Hex in the process.

And that’s why Ben never passed music class.

And why exactly do you want the world, Hex?

“Hopefully the last one of the summer” Don’t jinx it Max!

Time goes by so fast, doesn’t it Ben? Especially with aliens, villains and timetravel.

Max is secretly an EVO with that kind of growl.

Yes, because as we all know, villains will stop trying to take over the world once summer is over. They must hibernate for the winter.

Also, Max, did you steal those marshmallows?

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…….Ben, you good there?....Did Hex do something to your brain?

Who thought this would be great to animate!?

We all have those existential crises and talk to smores.

Jesus, Rex, got ninja skills I see.

Some homeless kid and his monkey stole my food? Time to kick some ass!

My favourite alien, Canonballoon.

I’ve missed my boy and his chimp.

Awwwww they’re sharing! Also just….feel so bad for them already. Homeless and struggling for food, my poor boys.

So EVOs do exist here? Wonder how that will be explained.

Ben out here really trying to beat up some other kid, lol. What a great hero.

Bobo, you are great.

I feel like...Ben’s going through some issues.

Ah yaaaaaaaaaaa, bring on the EVO powers! BFS!

Look ma, no hands!

Rex 1, Ben 0

Ben really wants to commit murder or assault here, wow.

Overboard is the word I’d use, yes.

The life of a background character.

Nanites confirmed! And now they’re in the watch, that ain’t good.

Huh...not what I thought was gonna happen.

The little girl is still precious.

This would be fun to explain to Azmuth.

This ain’t good.

On the run from Providence I see.

Awww, poor Rex. Really doesn’t want to hurt anyone.

I can’t tell if these people are angry because of the DNA affect them, or they’re really just being angry in general.

See ya, Gwen and Max.

Interesting to see that the Providence aircraft looks straight out of the show.

Evening, Six.

Still a badass like normal.

He said Omega, he said the word!

Also, nice blame game there Ben. It’s not like you provoked Rex by, ya know, trying to crush him like a grape.

Um...Six...did you just….try to kill a kid? He didn’t know Ben had powers, that pillar could have easily crushed a normal human.

“This is how you try to convince me you’re not a threat?” Say the dude who just tried to murder a kid!!”

Oh no, he Naruto runs!

Oh, hello Hex.

Also, what is Providence in this world? What are EVOs and Nanites in this world? None of this has been explained yet.

Ok, so that’s what Providence is...You’d think we would have seen them before based on all the aliens showing up who want to destroy the world.

EVO Generator....I wonder if that means that there aren’t very many EVOs, like maybe there is only a set group from the same lab, and Rex is considered the most dangerous because he can make EVOs.

Ben, do you even know what an EVO is?

Jeez, I know Six is like, the sixth deadliest man on the planet, but he just tackles alien Ben like it’s nothing. This guy should take on Vilgax.

Did he say nib libs?

My boi’s back!

I’m not liking this Six...very much not the character I’ve come to love. Who are you and what have you done with the real Six!

Lol, gotta make sure the kids at home know these aren’t real guns!

Using a net on one kid, and about to beat the crap out of the other, nice.

I do have to ask why Hex was picked to me the main villain, beyond whatever the hell Providence is doing. Why the magic dude and not a tech based villain? Someone who could be both interested in the watch and nanites.

What a covenant spell you have there, Hex.

Again, why do you want to take over the world?

“No, those are my aliens!” I think that’s the least of your concern there, Ben.

Bobo 1, Hex 0

Why is Bobo one of the best-written character’s here? Not that I hate Bobo, but just…

Lol, Rex did you just lay there, the entire time? What was that net made out of?

Ah, right. Let’s attack the children rather the magical manic who clearly stated he wanted to rule the world.

Those nets are fireproof apparently.

Ooof, ah….quite the sore spot there, Ben.

Just let me hug Rex, please…

Are there EVOs are are there not!?

I know this is supposed to connect with older fans, but most of this info would fly over the head of anyone who hasn’t watched Generator Rex. They act like everyone knows what EVOs and nanites are.

Still with the blame game are we, Ben?

Judging by that look, Rex’s parents are also dead in this world. Guess he’s not allowed nice things in this universe either.

That flashback was….so latching in the dramatic department.

Now ya wanna help, Ben.

He’s so scared of himself, noooo!

Ya, but the different between you and him, Ben, is that he lost his parents, his home, got mutated, his memories became hazy, got locked up and called a monster, and now lives on the streets stealing smores. I think Rex has more of a reason to feel scared at being new with the hero business.

Bobo gets it.

Gotta love they added details on Gwen and Max’s alien forms to make them stick out from the rest. Don’t want to confuse anyone lol.

Thinking of a clever comeback on the spot is hard, not gonna lie.

Yes, Ben, drown him.

Again, with the American music, lol. It ruins the fight scene here.

What is this fight scene?

Original Providence agents would have died on screen rather than ditching the fight.

God, everyone’s made Rex feel like everything is his fault, poor guy.

Rock 1, Ben 0

This message and heartfelt moment falls flat, the build-up wasn’t there and it just...kind of happens. It lacks a lot of flavour and impact, and it doesn’t help with how most of these characters are written.

Old people jokes.

Now we shift the blame to Kevin.

Is Fourarms Gwen bigger? Because if so, nice touch, since we know female Tetramands are stronger/bigger than the men.

Ok, so attempted murder is fine when Six and Ben try to do it, but not Rex, got it.

Get in line Hex, you’re not the first who wants to ‘recruit’ Rex. You’ve got Providence, Van Kleiss, Quarry, Black Knight, that one band, and so on so fourth.

Why is this heartfelt moment suddenly happening now? This feels like it could have been placed back when Rex refused to fix the watch.

Ben…”I’ve already tried that!” Bruh, you tried beating him up, telling Six and Providence you saw him, basically acted like he wasn’t a good hero because he refuses to get over his trauma, and reached out your hand once because it benefited you....I get what they’re trying to do, but it just makes Ben look like a jerk. I get he’s ten, but still…

Just...slap him Bobo, please…

Why are we so nervous about Rex’s sword? Ben you have aliens that can burn, cut, smash and so on, and you barely care what you do. Remember how you nearly started that forest fire at the start?...

Yo, what!? What kind of logic is that, Providence? “Whelp, guess earth is screwed, might as well burn it”

Ya, remember that time when EVOs infected the whole world, and Providence decided to just burn everything down with lasers?

Extendo blade.

Huh, so Six’s blades can break down Rex’s builds.

Salamander...don’t you mean...Skalamander?

One ship? What is Providence packing!?

Yasss, Punk Busters!

Rex is crying, how dare you!

Now we got Smack Hands, you’re in for it, Hex!

Ooooooooooooooonnnnn iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttttttttttttttt!

Ah yes, the sixth most beautiful man on the planet.

Again...what is with the nuking?

Magical cloth fixing, just what I need.

Pure chaos with my boy.

Cracking his neck made me cringe.

Also why the sudden change in heart, Six? This feels out of character for the character who is out of character.

Look, Rex, you’re either gonna fix the watch, or you’re gonna start the self destruct countdown. Everything is going to hell, so might as well take that 50/50.

And it worked!

Ah ya, about that missile.

See’s missile inbound “I can handle it!”

Iron Giant vibes around here.

Screw ruling the world, I’m gonna murder this one child!

My cat’s the same.

REX, DID YOU JUST KICK A MISSILE!?

So that’s his full name?

I think you need to work on those vacation days with your boss, Six.

You are not Six, I will never accept you.

So the episode starts with Rex being alone, homeless and being chased by Providence, and ends with him being alone, homeless and being chased by Providence. What was the improvement here? Self Confident?

Ben even just lets him go, doesn’t even offer him to stay with his family.

Rex deserves better.

Another heartfelt moment that just...falls flat…

“Always be family and be there for you, Ben” Until you go to college without telling him before hand

So!...That was the crossover. Not...amazing sadly. I didn’t have high hopes to begin with, and mostly was just happy enough to have Gen Rex be acknowledged. But this Crossover missed a lot of points, and fumbles quite a bit. It reminds me a lot of the Secret Saturdays Crossover and what was wrong there. But I’m tired and will do a break down/proper review another day, if people are keen for that. Thanks for reading this if you did, it was a rollercoster!

#Interesting to analyze #But I am still disappointed #Welp time for fanfictions and fanart to save the day!#Generator Rex #Gen Rex #GR #Ben Gen 10 #Ben 10 #Ben 10 reboot #Ben 10 Generator Rex #Ben Tennyson #Rex Salazar

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archivingspn · 3 years ago

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WildStorm Productions: “Supernatural Rising Son #6 (pg 19-22)″

Context: This satirical comic was co-written by Eric Kripke. The term “beast with two backs” dates back to Shakespeare’s Othello, and is a metaphor for two people having sex. It is unclear if the monster is a conjoined Jared and Jensen or Sam and Dean demon crab monster.

[Panel 1 pg19: 1990 John, Sam, and Dean Winchester in a suburban area]

John: BOYS. I WISH I COULD GIVE YOU NORMAL LIVES. I DO. BUT I JUST CAN'T. WE GOT WORK TO DO...

Dean: OH HERE WE GO AGAIN, WITH THE WORK, AND THE SADNESS,AND THE--

Sam: HEY, STOP IT! I'M SAD,TOO...

[Panel 2 pg19: 1990 John, Sam, and Dean Winchester in a suburban area but the image is distorting]

Dean: NOT AS SAD AS ME! I GOT MORE ANGST THAN I CAN SHOVEL!

Sam: PLEASE! I DEFINE "MOPEY."

[Panel 3 pg19: Distorted image of Harry Spangler and Ed Zeddmore]

Ed: THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH THIS COMIC. WE ARE CONTROLLING THE TRANSMISSION.

Harry: WE WILL CONTROL THE HORIZONTAL. WE WILL CONTROL THE VERTICAL.

FOR YOU ARE ABOUT TO EXPERIENCE THE AWE AND MYSTERY OF--

[Panel 4 pg19: Clearer picture of Harry and Ed]

Harry: THE GHOSTFACERS!

Ed: I'M ED, THAT'S HARRY. AND YOU, PAL, WERE IN THE MIDDLE OF READING ONE PANSY-ASS, WEEPY-EYED, BRO-MANCE. A REAL D**K FLICK, YOU ASK ME.

[Panel 5 pg19: Harry and Ed in a comic studio with a comic artist]

Harry: WHICH IS WHY WE'VE HIRED THE FINEST ARTIST IN SOUTHEASTERN MILWAUKEE, TO SHOW YOU WHAT A "REAL MAN'S COMIC" LOOKS LIKE.

Ed: A STORY FROM OUR LIFE. RED BLOODED, TWO FISTED, EXTRA CHUNKY, AND 1000%TRUE.

Artist: YOU GUYS PROMISED ME TWENTY BUCKS.

Ed: SHUT YOUR GOB OR NO MORE SCHLITZ,RUMMY!

[Panel 6 pg19: the title card panel with a single speech bubble]

GHOSTFACERS IN: THE BEAST WITH TWO BACKS

(Off screen) Harry or Ed: SO LOCK THAT BASEMENT DOOR, AND DON'T LET MOM IN... 'CAUSE YOU'RE IN FOR THE GREATEST RIDE IN THE HISTORY OF YOUR LIFE!

Written by Eric Kripke & Peter Johnson Art by Dan Hipp Colors by Jonny Rench Letters by Wes Abbott Kristy Quinn - Assistant Editor Ben Abernathy - Editor

[Panel 1 pg 20: an establishing shot of a riverside hanger in an urban setting]

Story bubble: IT WAS JUST ANOTHER DAY AT GFHQ.

[Panel 2 pg 20: Scantily clad Maggie watching shirtless, muscular, and sweaty Harry and Ed lifting weights in a control panel room]

Ed: DUDE. I'M TOTALLY BLASTING MY DELTS.

Harry: NICE CLEAN AND JERK, ED!

Maggie: GET A ROOM, YOU GUYS.

Harry: WE HAVE ONE. WE SLEEP IN BUNK BEDS,YOU KNOW THAT.

[Panel 3 pg 20: Chimp!Kenny Spruce interacting with the control panel]

Chimp!Spruce: EEP, EEP, IP, CHEEP, URP, IP, IP!

[Panel 4 pg 20: Close up of shirtless and sweaty Harry and Ed]

Ed: WHAT'S THAT, SPRUCE? A CLASS-IV DEMON SIGHTING? WHERE?

(Off screen) Chimp!Spruce: EEP, IP, URP, CHEEP

Harry: OKAY, LET'S WATCH THE TONE, SPRUCE. NO ONE LIKES A SMARTASS.

[Panel 4 pg 20: Ed in the front with a sword wearing a sleeveless uniform with the logo GF on it. Harry, wearing the same uniform, in the back holding a big gun in each hand. Maggie is next to them holding a beeping device in one hand and gun in the other with Chimp!Spruce riding on top of her head. The background looks like an underground dungeon with mechanical attributes mixed in.]

Maggie: IT SHOULD BE CLOSE.

[Panel 5 pg 20: Close up on Harry]

Harry: YOU HEAR WE'RE SO THAT?

The Beast: PRETTYYYY. WE'RE THE PRETTIEST BOYS IN ALL THE WORLD.

[Panel 1 pg 21: A wide shot of The Beast With Two Backs holding a girl with big boobs, big eyes, and heels hostage in their arms. Sam/Jared’s head is on the right. Dean/Jensen’s head is on the left.]

Sam/Jared head: YOU'RE VERY BEAUTIFUL... WHICH IS WHY YOU MUST DIE!

Dean/Jensen head: NO ONE CAN HAVE FULLER, POUTIER LIPS THAN US! NO ONE!

[Panel 2 pg 21: Wide shot of Ed, Maggie, Chimp!Spruce, and Harry battle ready]

Harry: IT'S OUR ARCH-NEMESIS!! NEMESI? WHAT'S PLURAL?

Ed: NOW WE FINISH IT!

[Panel 3 pg 21: Close up of the Beast and Hostage Lady]

Sam/Jared Head: WITNESS THE TERRIBLE FURY OF OUR PERFECT BONE STRUCTURE!

Dean/Jensen Head: BOW BEFORE OUR HIGH CHEEK BONES!

[Panel 1 pg 22: A wide shot of Harry shooting a big gun and hitting The Beast With Two Backs shoulder making the sound effect “Whamm-o.”]

[Panel 2 pg 22: Ed in the middle of a swinging his sword at the Beast in the foreground.]

Ed: HOW'S THAT FOR THE POWER OF GRAY SKULL?!

[Panel 3 pg 22: A close up on the Beast with Two Backs. Smoke is coming out from their mouths and their eyes have been censored with black boxes]

(Off screen) Ed or Harry: NOT SO PRETTY ANYMORE,ARE YOU??!

[Panel 4 pg 22: The Beast lies defeated in the background among the smoke. The Hostage Lady is caressing Ed’s Pecs, while Maggie is caressing Harry’s. Chip!Spruce is riding on Harry’s back.]

Hostage Lady: HOW CAN I EVER REPAY YOU?

Ed: TWO WORDS: REVERSE COWGIRL.

Harry: HEY, SOMETHING'S WRONG. I FEEL WET...STICKY...

Maggie: EWWW! HARRY!

Harry: THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEAN...

[Panel 5 pg 22: Back in the comic room the artist is passed out on the desk, and beer has been knocked over on the comic. Harry and Ed are in the foreground wearing their regular clothes and bodies]

Harry: DUDE, HE SPILLED BEER ALL OVER THE COMIC!

Ed: SO THERE YOU GO. OUR LIVES. LAUGHS, LOVE, TEARS, DARE I SAY, ENLIGHTENMENT. YOU'RE WELCOME.

[Panel 6 pg 22: A distorted close up on Harry and Ed]

Harry: YOU MUST BE SPENT. TAKE THE REST OF THE DAY FOR QUIET REFLECTION, WE OUT.

Ed: AND DON'T FORGET-- THE MOVIE RIGHTS FOR THIS BAD BOY ARE WIDE OPEN!

Story box: THE END

#2008-Aug #2008:August27 #*wincest #*jared/jensen #*queerbaiting #*codependency #Eric Kripke #WildStorm Productions #Supernatural Rising Son 6 #*magazines #cw: homophobic language #cw: offensive content

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What are your thoughts on the Jan 6 "Insurrection"?

I had a very long draft about that lying around for a while, so you're getting a long answer as I copy-paste and trim it into something publishable.

The Mandate of Heaven belongs to the winners.

The MAGA rioters of Jan 6th lost. They neither had nor seized the Mandate of Heaven; therefore, they are scum who deserved to lose. Boo them! Boo those monsters, those retards, those traitors! They have contravened the will of Heaven!

Does that sound exaggeratedly harsh? Do you prefer some other grounds for condemnation than mere defeat? Then let me add this charge against them: they had neither will nor plans to win. Also, they were stupid and wasteful.

It’s not just that they lost. It’s that they couldn’t have won. If there had been ten times as many of them, they would still have lost. It’s not a matter of getting close but unlucky. They were never close. They were utterly incapable of winning. I doubt they had an idea of what a “win” would even look like, let alone how to accomplish it. When they started getting shot, they didn’t shoot back - and I don’t think I can credit them with fine trigger discipline, so IMO the more likely reason is lack of killing intent.

Which leads into the question of what kind of intent they did have. There’s a bunch of takes ranging from cynical to downright mocking, suggesting that they were chimplike retards performing chimp dominance displays and got very surprised when the US Government was unimpressed by chimp dominance displays, or perhaps they were operating on habits learned from playing too many video game levels, “Capture the flag and hold out 15 minutes to win!”

My neoreactionary take is: This is your brain on liberalism. They were nominally right-wingers (setting aside eventual fed incitement for a moment), but they’d bought into liberal propaganda about the will of the people, the voice of the unheard, grassroots organizing, the power of protest, et cetera. In the liberal narrative, a protest is something like an extra-strength vote, a way of making politicians move. If you protest hard enough and your heart is pure...

In reality, a protest works if and only if it already has support in high places. The powers that be have wide discretion to pick protests they like or not, and then say: “this protest is the voice of the unheard that we have a moral obligation to grant concessions to; but that protest is a violent treasonous insurrection that we must prosecute as a national security threat”.

So, on the one hand, the MAGA rioters are idiots who deserve to suffer because they got into an ass-kicking contest with a horse. I would have supported the police gunning the MAGA rioters down, same as the BLM riots last year should have been gunned down.

On the other hand, the accusations of “national security threat” and “domestic terrorism” are grossly dishonest. The first because they weren’t a threat, as described above; the second because it’s not terrorism when you target Congress, assuming the rioters were targeting anything.

(I realize some definitions of ‘terrorism’ disagree. They’re dumb, but that’s a tangent from an already long post.)

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What might a winning strategy have looked like? Hypothetically?

I have never executed a coup, so I cannot speak with certainty.

But let’s imagine that you were in charge of ten times as many MAGA rioters. (”Someone in charge” is another thing they lacked, and another reason their loss was inevitable.) In this scenario, they’re all armed to the teeth and able to coordinate. You lead your irregular bowel movement militia movement to seize the Capitol.

Point 1: The US Army still outnumbers you several hundred to one. If every one of you brought and armed every one of your friends, the US Army would still outnumber you several hundred to one.

Point 2: You control the Capitol. You don’t (yet) control any divisions, jails, courts, banks or TV stations. Your only means for punishing your enemies and exerting power are those you have here, on hand, right now.

Somehow, you need to parlay your control of the Capitol into control of the rest of the US, starting with the army. You can’t feasibly seize the jails or courts from here. You might be able to seize the US Army, though, via the congresscritters. So the first objective should be capturing congresscritters, aiming to catch a majority (technically, a quorum) so you have a pretense of legal grounding. Look to events like Pride’s Purge.

Notice how far this hypothetical is already getting from the Jan 6 mostly-peaceful-protest riot?

So. Assuming the men, the organization, the performance, and the luck of a quorum capture, you then have to coerce Congress into passing what you say. Looking back at point 2, you can’t coerce by any legal, political, social, or vaguely aboveboard means. You have the physically captured congresscritters, no other leverage. Which means that ‘coerce’ probably cashes out to ‘torture and murder’. Which the MAGA rioters didn’t have the stomach for. I infer this from the fact that an outlier-Democrat shot Steve Scalise (R), but the MAGA movement hasn’t even had a single outlier that’s outlying enough to shoot a (D) congresscritter since Trump came on the scene.

But suppose they did, since we’re this far into fantasyland. MAGA rioters hold congresscritters at gunpoint and say “pass and sign the Self-Denying Ordinance or I blow your brains out”, murdering the first few who resist until the rest comply, and get a Self-Denying Ordinance passed which amends the Constitution to dissolve Congress and vests all power in Donald Trump, or the QAnon Shaman, or someone. You did have something like a Self-Denying Ordinance written up beforehand, right? While you’re at it, expand the Supreme Court, and put twelve rioters on it to guarantee a majority to ratify your decisions. Get this all recorded and broadcasted, fast, wide, maybe using the Emergency Alert System.

Now you have a thin veneer of legality. Much like the Declaration of Independence - if you win, they’ll look back in the future and say this is when the new government was formed.

But in the present there’s still fighting to be done, and you might lose.

For example, if you let the congresscritters out, they might congregate elsewhere, and pass a “doesn’t count” motion on the Self-Denying Ordinance they just passed. Or the army might independently decide “doesn’t count” and come in to kill you all, since you’re at war with the old government. You’re going to have to keep the congresscritters as hostages under guard, and think of some way to keep the army out until it settles into your newly passed control. “Hope you get lucky” is one way; maybe the army will be confused or internally split about what to do. It’s not a very good way.

Do you know any regiments loyal to you? No? Any battalions, then? What about mercenaries, can you at least hire mercenaries? No, can’t afford it? Any foreign countries willing to send their army to protect you? No, that would probably piss off the US army even more.

But suppose, by plot device, the US army stays away or is kept away for a while, and you keep hold of your congresscritters, and eventually the Self-Denying Ordinance settles in as the new law of the land dictating who is supreme power.

Now, there’s still district attorneys letting off blacks for murder and charging whites for microaggression, and journalists inciting race war, and PayPal has partnered with the ADL to limit who gets access to the financial system, and there’s professors teaching How The White Cis-Hetero Patriarchy Stole Your Gender classes, and school certification boards requiring diversity commitments, et cetera, and these are the people who run the daily operations of your nation and teach your children and successors. Do you know the word lustration? Unless you lustrate these people, they’re going to reverse your coup, or simply never implement it in the first place. Following through on the coup requires lustrating millions of people wielding informal power.

In conclusion, the machinery of a modern government is huge, most of it not located in the Capitol. Storming the US Capitol is nowhere near a coup - let this be my message to both leftists, there’s no reason to panic about the allegedly attempted coup, and to rightists, you’re wasting time and lives if you don’t think about the next steps.

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