#eugene steele

[madebysimblr]

Happy Father's Day To:

Featuring: Arturo Steele, Darion Meyers, Deacon Royal, Eugene Steele, Marcus Kassabian, Zane Priest, Xavier and Trey Cortes. (✿✿◕‿◕)

Not Featuring: James Alexander Montgomery.

bonus:

maybe one day it'll be featuring matty mason too. o__O watching you buddy.

(also after seeing how rough he looked next to otis, I opted to let him have some good hair & facial hair bahahahaha)

[witchkittymeow]

*Trips while having toast in my mouth like an anime girl and this drops out of my backpack*

My hand slipped again

[of-swords-and-princes]

peter nureyev 🤝 eugene fitzherbert

(master thieves who dont tell anyone their real names out here risking it all by impulsively telling the first pretty person they happen to get stuck with)

[fatehbaz]

On May 28, 1914, the Institut für Schiffs-und Tropenkrankheiten (Institute for Maritime and Tropical Diseases, ISTK) in Hamburg began operations in a complex of new brick buildings on the bank of the Elb. The buildings were designed by Fritz Schumacher, who had become the Head of Hamburg’s building department (Leiter des Hochbauamtes) in 1909 after a “flood of architectural projects” accumulated following the industrialization of the harbor in the 1880s and the “new housing and working conditions” that followed. The ISTK was one of these projects, connected to the port by its [...] mission: to research and heal tropical illnesses; [...] to support the Hamburg Port [...]; and to support endeavors of the German Empire overseas.

First established in 1900 by Bernhard Nocht, chief of the Port Medical Service, the ISTK originally operated out of an existing building, but by 1909, when the Hamburg Colonial Institute became its parent organization (and Schumacher was hired by the Hamburg Senate), the operations of the ISTK had outgrown [...]. [I]ts commission by the city was an opportunity for Schumacher to show how he could contribute to guiding the city’s economic and architectural growth in tandem, and for Nocht, an opportunity to establish an unprecedented spatial paradigm for the field of Tropical Medicine that anchored the new frontier of science in the German Empire. [...]

[There was a] shared drive to contribute to the [...] wealth of Hamburg within the context of its expanding global network [...]. [E]ach discipline [...] architecture and medicine were participating in a shared [...] discursive operation. [...]

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The brick used on the ISTK façades was key to Schumacher’s larger Städtebau plan for Hamburg, which envisioned the city as a vehicle for a “harmonious” synthesis between aesthetics and economy. [...] For Schumacher, brick [was significantly preferable] [...]. Used by [...] Hamburg architects [over the past few decades], who acquired their penchant for neo-gothic brickwork at the Hanover school, brick had both a historical presence and aesthetic pedigree in Hamburg [...]. [T]his material had already been used in Die Speicherstadt, a warehouse district in Hamburg where unequal social conditions had only grown more exacerbated [...]. Die Speicherstadt was constructed in three phases [beginning] in 1883 [...]. By serving the port, the warehouses facilitated the expansion and security of Hamburg’s wealth. [...] Yet the collective profits accrued to the city by these buildings [...] did not increase economic prosperity and social equity for all. [...] [A] residential area for harbor workers was demolished to make way for the warehouses. After the contract for the port expansion was negotiated in 1881, over 20,000 people were pushed out of their homes and into adjacent areas of the city, which soon became overcrowded [...]. In turn, these [...] areas of the city [...] were the worst hit by the Hamburg cholera epidemic of 1892, the most devastating in Europe that year. The 1892 cholera epidemic [...] articulated the growing inability of the Hamburg Senate, comprising the city’s elite, to manage class relationships [...] [in such] a city that was explicitly run by and for the merchant class [...].

In Hamburg, the response to such an ugly disease of the masses was the enforcement of quarantine methods that pushed the working class into the suburbs, isolated immigrants on an island, and separated the sick according to racial identity.

In partnership with the German Empire, Hamburg established new hygiene institutions in the city, including the Port Medical Service (a progenitor of the ISTK). [...] [T]he discourse of [creating the school for tropical medicine] centered around city building and nation building, brick by brick, mark by mark.

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Just as the exterior condition of the building was, for Schumacher, part of a much larger plan for the city, the program of the building and its interior were part of the German Empire and Tropical Medicine’s much larger interest in controlling the health and wealth of its nation and colonies. [...]

Yet the establishment of the ISTK marked a critical shift in medical thinking [...]. And while the ISTK was not the only institution in Europe to form around the conception and perceived threat of tropical diseases, it was the first to build a facility specifically to support their “exploration and combat” in lockstep, as Nocht described it.

The field of Tropical Medicine had been established in Germany by the very same journal Nocht published his overview of the ISTK. The Archiv für Schiffs- und Tropen-Hygiene unter besonderer Berücksichtigung der Pathologie und Therapie was first published in 1897, the same year that the German Empire claimed Kiaochow (northeast China) and about two years after it claimed Southwest Africa (Namibia), Cameroon, Togo, East Africa (Tanzania, Burundi, Rwanda), New Guinea (today the northern part of Papua New Guinea), and the Marshall Islands; two years later, it would also claim the Caroline Islands, Palau, Mariana Islands (today Micronesia), and Samoa (today Western Samoa).

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The inaugural journal [...] marked a paradigm shift [...]. In his opening letter, the editor stated that the aim of Tropical Medicine is to “provide the white race with a home in the tropics.” [...]

As part of the institute’s agenda to support the expansion of the Empire through teaching and development [...], members of the ISTK contributed to the Deutsches Kolonial Lexikon, a three-volume series completed in 1914 (in the same year as the new ISTK buildings) and published in 1920. The three volumes contained maps of the colonies coded to show the areas that were considered “healthy” for Europeans, along with recommended building guidelines for hospitals in the tropics. [...] "Natives" were given separate facilities [...]. The hospital at the ISTK was similarly divided according to identity. An essentializing belief in “intrinsic factors” determined by skin color, constitutive to Tropical Medicine, materialized in the building’s circulation. Potential patients were assessed in the main building to determine their next destination in the hospital. A room labeled “Farbige” (colored) - visible in both Nocht and Schumacher’s publications - shows that the hospital segregated people of color from whites. [...]

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Despite belonging to two different disciplines [medicine and architecture], both Nocht and Schumacher’s publications articulate an understanding of health [...] that is linked to concepts of identity separating white upper-class German Europeans from others. [In] Hamburg [...] recent growth of the shipping industry and overt engagement of the German Empire in colonialism brought even more distant global connections to its port. For Schumacher, Hamburg’s presence in a global network meant it needed to strengthen its local identity and economy [by purposefully seeking to showcase "traditional" northern German neo-gothic brickwork while elevating local brick industry] lest it grow too far from its roots. In the case of Tropical Medicine at the ISTK, the “tropics” seemed to act as a foil for the European identity - a constructed category through which the European identity could redescribe itself by exclusion [...].

What it meant to be sick or healthy was taken up by both medicine and architecture - [...] neither in a vacuum.

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All text above by: Carrie Bly. "Mediums of Medicine: The Institute for Maritime and Tropical Diseases in Hamburg". Sick Architecture series published by e-flux Architecture. November 2020. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me. Text within brackets added by me for clarity. Presented here for commentary, teaching, criticism purposes.]

[azurezfiction]

@augment-techs, @regaliasonata, @skyland2703, and @sentinelofstories

Skull: *at Mr. Kelman, sternly* Do NOT fall for the hot Ninja Master and the Archeologist Billionaire!

Dane Romero: *smiles* Hello there.

Mr. Harford: Oh hello.

Mr. Kelman: *sighs happily* Hi....

Bulk: *shakes head sadly and crossing line on notepad* Failed step 1.

Skull: *Slaps forehead*

[skyland2703]

Write seven ships, add one song you associate with each, and why, and tag seven people

OUHH interesting 👀

1) Javi/Amelia: Don’t Take the Money by Bleacers

The “you steal the air out of my lungs, you make me feel it, your hand forever is all I want” line feels very them. If Javi and Amelia were a Netflix rom-com, this would be THE soundtrack.

2) Sky/Z: Crash and Burn by Savage Garden

This is THEIR song for me. “Let me be the one you call, if you jump, I’ll break your fall”. It just feels them.

3) Calvin/Preston: Zehen by Mitraz

The way the two boys singing it are so very blue/yellow coded, and one of them FEELS very Preston + the “Hoya pehli baari ishq sajna de naaal” line :3

4) Jake/Emma: Hey Leonardo (She Likes me for me) by Blessid Union of Souls

This one MV just melted me. “She likes me for me. Not because I’m such a hottie I’m like the cable guy— what does she see?”

5) Blaze/Roxy: Teeth by 5 Seconds of Summer

Villain couple?! BEST FEELS?! Only the avatar versions 😈 “look so pretty but you love to sweet. Talk so retty, but your heart got teeth”

6) Fern/Izzy: You be Love by Avicii, Billy Raffoul

“You could be my sunlight, I’d be your dawn” they’re complements to each other, one doesn’t feel complete without the other. This song shows that :3

7) Billy/Skull: Stargazing by Kygo, Justin Jesso

“And I will still be here, stargazing, I still look up for love” it feels like something from Skull’s perspective, after he and billy split up, Back in middle school, and continues all the way to Highschool. And maybe they get back together. It feels so hopeful😭

Tagging: @augment-techs @lordkingsmith @regaliasonata @estel-eruantien @azurezfiction @naraozu @ineedsomesleeptoday

[keithbutgay]

i just noticed something and i wanna point it out so itll bother you too /silly

throughout most of tts in 2 part eps its titled with the normal title, and then "(Part I of II)" or "(Part II of II)" after

except for cassandras revenge and plus est en vous

the most annoying thing is that the inconsistencies arent even consistent within themselves

like 13 and 14 use roman numerals for the first part but then regular numbers for the rest?? but all the other episodes use only roman numerals

anyway do you remember which episode has the hot cocoa thing its very important and for scientific reasons (m gonna try ta memorize the scene) :P

uhh wait i need an actual question dont i

umm

whats your favorite font?

ASDFKH that will annoy me but there's another fun fact under my belt!!

I actually don't know what episode it is but i can recite so. much. of that entire scene. hang on i'll try to find it

oooh um. i really like handwriting fonts, not sure which one is my favorite specifically. i also love the death note font!!

[publicdomainreview]

Before Cousteau, way before @Octonauts, explorer Eugen von Ransonnet-Villez was bringing images of the undersea world to the surface, from his artist’s sketch pad inside a glass and steel diving bell: https://publicdomainreview.org/collection/underwater-landscapes-of-eugen-von-ransonnet-villez

[madebysimblr]

Winterfest at the Kassabian's

Gwen playing festive tunes.

[humanoidhistory]

Computer room at a steel manufacturer in Freital, East Germany, 1981. Photo by Eugen Nosko.

[mamawasatesttube]

the more i think about it the more im convinced the way to fix the luthor retcon is just "using the female characters". that's it. we bring in the contessa (say she duped westfield by putting lex luthor's dna in there, somehow, and this is the actual retcon part. it's smaller, and doesn't contradict rots), say that it was some secret plan of hers that never came to fruition. then we get lex being as blindsided by it as kon, and we get the contrast in how he treats baby lena vs how he treats kon (his child vs a failed tool that's nothing to him now). and we can keep the superfam as a found family, with clark, the steels, and the eradicator all reaffirming their love for kon, regardless of whose 0.01% of human dna was used to stabilize him. AND we can keep his eventual bond with lori luthor. best of both worlds!

bam!!! fixed!!! luthor retcon, now with 100% less eugenics, and 100% more of keeping kon's original scifi themes and strong feelings on personhood and conflicted feelings on how he yearns for a family!! that's it babey!!! it could've been that easy!!! the key is just... its the female characters. it's the female characters!!!!

[theunderestimator-2]

Watching Peter Murphy within almost breathing distance while performing with Bauhaus on their first US gig at Tier 3, New York on Sept. 5, 1980, in support of their debut album 'In the Flat Field', as captured by Eugene Merinov.

Upon arriving at The Iroquois Hotel in NY for their first US tour, the band was all fired up and excited to hit the town for some NY nightclubbing, all but one who preferred to have a quiet night in: Daniel Ash decided to grab a quiet drink in the hotel bar, where, to his astonishment, got to meet two of his all-time heroes, Mick Ronson & Iggy Pop, and also got invited up to his room for a little party. He eventually handed them a copy of their single, “Terror Couple Kill Colonel”. Iggy actually attended their gig at Danceteria one week later and as Kevin Haskins recalls in his book 'Bauhaus Undead':

"...A few numbers in and I hear a heckler yelling loudly above the music and can hear Peter giving back as good as he’s getting. As Peter moved to the right, I looked for the heckler and saw a guy jostling about down the front wearing a motorcycle jacket. It was Iggy Pop! The gig continued with Iggy and Pete launching verbal missiles at each other throughout our set. Afterwards, Iggy came backstage and congratulated us on a great show! He explained that he had a driver outside, and told him he’d only be about 10 minutes, but as we were so good he decided to stay the entire set ... then he was off to some “dark and dangerous S&M club,” and then disappeared into the night..."

***This remarkable photo was sourced from the FB page of former hc punk vocalist Eddie Morgan (Condemned To Death, Ice 9, Balls of Steel), who is also captured in this one (the second kid off the wall), but there are more pix from that particular Bauhaus gig on Eugene Merinov's Flickr photostream.

(via)

[wannaeatramyeon]

How about lookism boys shopping with his girl. Must include Gun and Eugene!

Hey anon, I've done a shopping headcanons here for Johan, Gun, Jake, Goo! But 2 lil scenes with Gun and Eugene :)

Shopping with your boyfriend: Gun Park, Eugene

Gun Park x Reader

Gun sometimes worries about his own sanity. Especially where you're concerned.

5 minutes with Goo can leave Gun murderous, 10 minutes with Kouji has him considering strangling the little purple-headed idiot, 15 minutes with Crystal often leads to thinking about resignation.

Yet with you-

It's been 5 hours. 5 whole hours. 300 minutes. 18,000 seconds. All this time spent traipsing around store after store as you flitter around clothing and gadgets and junk.

And he still wants more of you.

Gun carries your bags with endless patience. Smiles as your face lights up when something catches you eyes. Offers up his credit card without complaint. Files away other things you like but not love, intent on purchasing it all for you anyway.

He worries about how he really is wrapped around your finger, but when you grab his hand and drag him to yet another store, he can't find it in himself to care.

Eugene x Reader

Eugene taps away furiously on his phone.

Seriously, it's one afternoon. How can everyone not deal without his instructions for one goddamn afternoon. And great, the 5G wavers. So much for the fastest and best connection in the world.

His hand comes up to readjust his glasses, a telltale habit whenever he feels stressed.

No, no. Enough is enough. He had promised you time, his most precious resource. Time completely focused on you.

When you had shown him some pretty outfits, or a cute plushie that reminded you of him, and realised his attention was once again on work, your smile gradually faded away.

Your jaw clenched tighter with each shop you visited, mood grown surlier the longer Eugene click-clacked away, the frown deepening with each email sent.

With steeled resolve, Eugene turns his phone off.

Everyone can just cope without him for the rest of the day.

[joeinct]

Steel Worker, Photo by W. Eugene Smith, 1955

[misguidedasgardian]

Wildcats (Part XXVII)

XXVII. ... I'm better off in danger

MASTERLIST

Summary: You are trying to keep it together.  

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, THIS IS HEAVY, THIS CHAPTER WILL INCLUDE, torture, cursing, threats, beating, dark themes, will feature the Sanctuary, so, everything dark that comes with it, branding with hot iron, vaginal bleeding, period blood, humilliation, undesired groping, might miss some important warnings, but you know what this is about

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: Uuufff last chapter, like I said, I had it written for a while, but when I was about to post it… it felt strange, like I was drunk or sm.

“Daryl…”, you whispered, barely audible, “...Carl, Judith, Rick, Michonne, Maggie, Glenn, Rosita, Abraham, Eugene, Tara, Carol, Sasha… Gabriel… Beth, Tyresse, Alex”, you hugged herself tighter, rocking backwards and forwards, mumbling, praying, “Aaron, Olivia, Deanna, Tobin, Spencer…”

You needed to remind herself of them, of your new family, of the people that had protected you 

You couldn’t give in

You couldn’t lead this people to Alexandria

If you had to die, you would, you only wished they weren’t torturing you for information

That is why the names were so important

Each one, a reason to keep quiet

You recited those names, to stay strong, to keep remembering.

Oh Daryl, you might never see him again. 

“Damn! Arat”, said Simon, watching you from the little window posted on the steel door, “I think you just overdid it”, the woman only smirked, “what is she saying?”, he asked, looking at her, very interested

“She is mumbling names”, she answered, “like twenty of them”

“It’s time we play some “good cop”, you know what I mean? take her to the doc to get checked”, she did not like it, but she complied.

Her and Fat Joey grabbed you, you didn't fight it, and led you to the doctor. 

That creepy guy was there, and they sat you on a medical bed while this guy checked you out

“Two week old bullet wound”, he said, “caliber .22, it went right through, lucky you, stitched by a pro”, he mumbled, “old bruises nearly vanished, produced by a… round, fast acting weapon”, he narrated, “and this new ones”, he said, recriminating the guy, “Simon…”, he named him, oh so now you knew, “No internal bleeding”, he said finally, “and this…”, he said, raising your arm, it was on fire, tender, raw and your skin was heated, “it’s almost to the point of infection”, he then looked down on you, and then to your face, you were just frowning at him, he was a doctor, you were not going to deny his help

“I need to speak with her, privately”, he said finally

“No way”, the guy Simon said. The doctor just sighed, the doctor looked at you, standing right in front of you, covering Simons sight’s on you

“You are bleeding”, he whispered, you looked down at yourself and didn’t see any wound until… you spread your legs a bit and you whimpered, you had felt so much pain all over that you hadn't even noticed, “you know what this might be?”, you just looked back at him, “I need to rule out that might be internal”

“Louder doc”, said Simon, who hadn't heard anything, because he was whispering. A single tear fell down your cheek, you felt so humiliated, ashamed, you wanted to be home, in Daryl’s embrace.

“She is bleeding”, he said

“It’s not internal”, you said, “I expected it”, a fucking year without it, and now it comes?. He nodded. 

They actually let you take a shower in a bathroom, and you got to see your body littered with bruises everywhere, and that awful mark on your forearm, angry red. Tears of pain exited your eyes when the water hit it. And when you got out, they actually gave you “period products”, and cotton pants. When they lead you back to your cell, there was a thin mattress on the floor

“How caring of you”, you mocked

“This can all be over”, she said, “just tell us what we want to know”, you only shook your head. So she pushed you inside and closed the door.

The doc had sneaked you some of the “good stuff”, so you just let it kick in and slept in a fetal position. 

The next morning, the dog food sandwich arrived again, with a bottle of water and paracetamol, once they “fed you”, Arat appeared again, with that shit-eating grin on her face

“I see you’re liking your food, like the bitch you are”

“I swear I lose like a million neurons every time i speak to you”, you answered her

“Look I don’t have all day”, she said, bored, “and it will get worse”, she threatened, “just tell me where your people are”

“I’ll only speak to Negan, from now on”, you said, looking back at her, she frowned, “I’m so stuck up, I just talk to high ranking members of an organization”, you explained simply. She controlled herself, you could see it, and she left the room. 

The steel door closed, but it didn’t do the usual last “gling”

She was coming back to close it, you were sure, but one minute, and a couple more and she didn’t. You sighed loudly, you were not feeling very well, you were weak, your arm was burning, and on top of that you felt drowsy, but, still, you got on your two feet and walked towards the door slowly. 

The perfect opportunity, it seemed

You opened the door just enough to peek down the hall.

It was empty

You dared to walk out of your cell, this might be some sort of test, they couldn’t possibly be this idiotic. It was empty, the perfect opportunity, the perfect scene. 

You were being held in the basement, or rather, the level floor of this factory, you could see the sunlight peeking through the huge garage door that was also open. You could hear the growls of the walkers displayed outside.

Not a living soul in sight

How much of an idiot they thought you were?

. . .

“She isn’t coming”, he mumbled, looking through his binoculars. The gates remained open, but you were not going through them, you were not exiting the building as he planned. “It can’t be, are you sure you left it open?”, he asked Arat by his side

“Yes Ser”, she said surely

“Damn, maybe we went a little far with her if she can’t even exit the damn place”, he said, well, letting you think you scaped for you to run back to your place was a… particular tactic, to say the least, and you had not fallen for it, it seemed. 

“She is smarter than this”, muttered Baer, “I don’t want to admit it, but she is smarter and tougher than she looks”, he said, “she is with people, I know she is”

“That was obvious”, said Simon

“Has Negan appeared yet?”, but Simon just looked at him with a disapproving look on his eyes, that information was above Baer’s paygrade 

They waited for an hour, hiding in the trees like idiots when he finally decided to return to the inside of the Sanctuary.

Your cell was empty.

He looked everywhere, but things looked as usual inside, everybody up to their own business.

He went floor for floor, recruiting people as he went, but there was no sign of you, wasn’t until he got to the very last floor. 

He could hear Stevie Wonder’s Superstition on high volume all over. He walked slowly, like he was in enemy territory

The sound was coming from Negan’s fuckin’ room!

He passed by the lounge where the wives were, and they all looked back at him terrified, like some wild wolf just barged in a room crowded with the highest pedigree show dogs. 

And of many things he expected to find… destruction… pillaging, hostages taking, bullets flying, threats made, he never expected to see you, sitting on Negan’s favorite chair, a glass of scotch in hand, probably the last pringles can open on top of his cristal table. You had stolen a white v neck shirt, and you had your feet on the table.

“I love this song”, you said calmly, sipping on the scotch, and looking through a playboy, of all things. 

You looked up at him and Simon was so red you believed smoke was going to come out of his ears like he was a cartoon character. To say he was enraged was to sell it short. 

“Do you really think I’ll just take the bait… lead you back to my…”, you stopped yourself with a finger in the air, as you just remembered something, “alleged camp”, you finished. 

“You little bitch!”, he threw himself on you and you threw back the glass with the scotch out of instinct, it hit against his chest but it didn’t brake, he grabbed you and… gods he was very strong to be this limp

He threw you on the hallway like you were just trash or something, Fat Joey, ever faithful and with nothing else to do apparently, grabbed you along another dude and dragged you away

“Alright, you have a huge security problem, and you are blaming me?”, you said mockingly, “ridiculous”

“I’m starting to think!”, said Simon, running his mouth behind you, “that is not worth it!”, he kept going outloud, catching the attention of everyone in your path, “we’ll find it without you!”, he said, “you had rendered yourself useless, so, we better just get rid of you”, your stomach twisted with fear.

“Oh c’mon, just when it was getting interesting!”, you said mockingly, “you are really going to give up that easily?”

“Nope”, he said then, “we received clear instructions from above, so I will not be getting rid of you”, you tried to look back at him, if he was receiving instructions it meant they came from higher up, meaning Negan!, you were sweating now, because you had this sick curiosity, you wanted to meet him, see him. You stole one of his shirts, you raided his room and the guy still hasn't shown up. 

“Boss, Dwight is back, has something interesting for ya”, sounded through a walkie talkie 

“Perfect timing!”, he said, “our new dog is bringing gifts”

That couldn’t mean anything good, you thought, as they guided you back to the factory floor 

You tried not to react, but you failed tremendously when a blonde guy turned around and you saw this horrible scar all on the right side of his face, like he had been burned up with something. He was waiting for Simon, surrounded by angry looking men.

You could already tell he wasn’t the most beloved member of the group. 

But something caught your eye, that man was holding…

You saw red.

In a second you were being loosely grabbed by Fat Joey and another guy, and in the next?

You didn’t even know where you got that knife you had in your hand, you stole it from the guy that was holding you, you don’t even remember how it happened. Luckily for him he was quick, evading your violent assault, you barely scratched his side.

He stumbled, and you didn’t even know where you got the strength to kick him in his chest, making him fall on his back

“Where did you get that?!”, you didn’t even recognize your own voice, he tried to fight you off, but you were quick to straddle his chest, your foot pinned his arm to the floor, and your hand viciously grabbed his neck in a chokehold

The man was so surprised he barely reacted, he couldn’t believe what was happening, neither could you

“The crossbow”, you demanded, manically, “where did you get it!?”, he tried to snap your hands off of his neck, but you slapped them off of your arms with barely one hand, while you kept choking him. “WHERE DID YOU GET IT!?”, your last scream seemed to shake the entire room, as finally they snapped out of their impression, and they needed two of the big men to pry you off of him. 

“My oh my!”, Simon sang-sing, while the blonde guy tried to catch his breath, while a woman helped him up. It even looked like he expected it from you.

“I’m going to kill you!”, you threatened, no, it was no threat, it was a promise.

He was gone, Daryl was gone, they came across him, and they killed him, because there was no way in hell they took the crossbow while he was alive, there was no way in hell.

“Oh my, the drama! I love it!”, chanted Simon, “tell her Dwight, where did you get such a fine weapon?”, he asked.

“I took it from a man that we encountered in the woods”, he said shakily, looking at you with caution, “alongside a motorcycle”, you kept looking at him like you wanted to kill him, “he was alive when we left him”, he said, rubbing his neck

“You are lying!”, you accused, there was no way in hell that Daryl would have let this guy take his bike and his crossbow

“And he wouldn’t casually tell you where he was from, now would he?”, asked Simon right by his ear

“No”, he said, and then he looked you dead in the eye and smiled, “but he told me about his community, he was so welcoming, wanted to take me back with him!”

“SON OF A BITCH!”, you screamed, in your native language

“That’s enough from you young lady”, said Simon theatrically, “you have been lying to us all along! you clearly knew this guy, and this guy said you are from a very nice community”, he said, smiling creepily. He grabbed you by the arm and took you to a sort of balcony, overlooking the entire floor. 

“Kneel”, he demanded 

“I would only kneel for one man…”, you said, unimpressed, “he would never ask me to do it of course, but I would, for him, for some sexy times, you know?”, you asked mockingly, winking at him.

This order he received from “above” is the only thing that prevented him from bashing your head against the metal railing and not stopping like you did, a one time occurrence.

And into the box you went again

Nobody here in this graveyard appreciated your good ass comebacks and jokes.

This time, no paracetamol, no water, no dogfood sandwich

And the very next morning, they dragged you out of your box.

This time, they brought you to some sort of meeting room, of course, it was from a factory. It sucked, there was Simon, over the table, there was this huge map.

“Has anybody ever told you that you are the creepiest looking guy that’s ever walked this earth?”, you asked him right off the get go. 

“Where is your community?”, he asked, he did not seem pleased, he had a huge map in front of you, of the entire surrounding states. You looked at him and pointed randomly at the map. He kept looking at you with an unhinged look in his eyes

“Did you just pointed at the ocean?”, he asked with greeted teeth

“Yeah”, you answered simply, “that’s where I’m from, the mer-people, they’re coming for me”, you said and he sighed, rubbing his face, “they’re BIG in looting and pillaging, raising the ocean levels and all”. You were so tired, hungry and sleep deprived that you didn’t even see him coming. He grabbed you by your hair in the back of the head and smacked your head against the wooden table, until your nose was rubbing in the paper

“Where the fuck is your camp?”, he asked

“Screw you!”, you said angrily, “leave me alone!”, you screamed

“You know what this tells me?”, the town of Richmond was the only thing you could see as he rubbed your face in it, “your leader is strong, isn’t he? your camp must be magnificent”, he leaned in until you could feel all of his body on top of you, which made you so uncomfortable your eyes filled with tears, and his breath on the side of your face, just straight up made you nauseous, “a lot of resources, right?”, he asked

“No”, you whimpered

“Only something like that could make you hold on like this”, he said, “your loyalty is brutal!”, he said, making you whimper, “You must have so much to lose, don’t you?”

“No”, you said more firmly

“Don’t be selfish”, he whispered, “your people cannot possibly have more resources than us, let us save them”, he said, more enticingly, he pressed himself more into you, “we are the saviors, your camp is in danger for the living dead and we can save them”

“I’m alone”, you whined. He pressed your face even more into the map and you whined in pain, your arm still hurting.

“Squad five to leader, over”, sounded through his walkie talkie, he released you then, but you just laid there on top of the table, not daring to move. 

“Yeah, talk to me, over”, he muttered into the apparatus

“We were attacked in sector eight…”, you raised your head, “it's a whole group…”, no, no no no no no, “they say… you have one of their people, and they want to speak to you, over”, he chuckled darkly, grabbing you by the back of your head, smashing your head back into the wood. 

“Is that so?”, he asked, “any casualties? over”

“They took a couple of us Ser, I think they want a trade, over”

“How many did they take? over”, he asked

“We are five Ser, over”

“FIVE OF MY MEN!”, he said, not clicking, “you are not even worth half of one!”, he said angrily, he had lost his marbles, this was the tipping point

“I’m told you run the show around there”, you sighed in relief, it was the voice of Rick

“Yes I certainly do”, he said simply, “and you’ve took my men”

“And you took one of ours”, he said, as Simon didn’t answer, “let’s make a trade”, he said simply through the walkie

“Bold of you to assume we still got her”, he said. “Maybe we got rid of her”

“Fine, then we’ll get rid of yours”, a shot rang through the walkie making you jump in your spot, “next goes inside your man here”, Simon cursed and kicked, it was funny. 

“that’s not necessary”, he said, trying to fake the most laid back voice ever

“We want to speak to her”, he demanded, “I want proof of life!”

Simon stuck the the walkie to your face and clicked the button

“Hey Rick”, you mumbled into the thing, “I’m alive”, you said, you couldn’t say you were fine though. He called your name

“We are coming…!”

“There she is!”, Simon interrupted, “I gotta say, it's been a delight to have her here”, he said, “I have enjoyed her company so much”, you trembled in your spot

“Son of a bitch if you touch a single hair…”

“Maybe we already did”

The next thing that could be heard through the walkie was someone moaning in pain, you guessed they were beating the hell out of one of their hostages.

“Let me hear it from her”, Rick demanded. 

Simon out the walkie in your mouth again

“Rick, I’m fine”, you said, more assertive this time

“Tough one I’ll give him that”, he mumbled. “Five for one, uh? you must be really valuable for them”, he said to you

“We want her back, now”, demanded Rick, “the exchange, in an hour”

“I don’t think so pal”, said Simon, “I have to think it through first”

“Are you Negan?”, Rick asked

“We are all Negan”, he said back

“So, when?”, he asked urgently… 

“Tomorrow 9 am, the farm near I-66”

“No, I don't think so, why don’t we meet in the very same spot where she was taken, 9 am?”, that damn sector 8 was proving to be a pain in Simon’s ass.

“So you can go there first and blow our brains out?”, he asked, fair point

“We got five of your guys”, said Rick, “maybe you take your chances”, Simon seemed to really think about, really, really think about it

He changed the channel on the walkie

“Alfa chanel, clear, over”, 

“I’m here”, answered another voice in the walkie 

“They want a trade, they have our men”

“Then make the trade, idiot”, he said, a familiar voice, but you couldn’t quite pinpoint it, he then changed channels again

“You got yourself a deal”, he said happily, this dude had issues

“Tomorrow, 9 am”, said Rick, and that was all.

You were somewhat relieved, but who were you kidding? When does a hostage exchange ever end well? never, not in movies and series you have seen at least

“This is the last night you are going to be joining us, what would you like to eat? uh? pedigree or friskies?”, he teased, you only groaned as he finally let you stand up from that table.

You guessed he had stuff to plan, so Baer himself came to collect you to lead you back to your suite

“See?”, he asked, “I know you better than you think”, he teased, “tomorrow we’ll see what your people are made of”

“You'll come to a hard reality”, you said

“Oh, because you are so badass?”, he mocked, “you don’t know half of the shit I have seen in this place, the things that happened since you left us”, you rolled your eyes

“You said that I left you, left the team”, you said matter of factly, “I am a villain in your story and that’s alright you know why?”, you asked as you had reached the door

“Why?”

“Because you are a clown in mine”, you said with the sweetest smile you’ve got, you gave him the finger and he pushed you angrily into the closet and closed the door, “alright, I’m sorry!”, you said through the door, as you didn’t hear steps walking away, “this might be the last night we’ve got to catch up”, you said

“Oh believe, it won’t be the last”, he said, you frowned, “Negan will make you all kneel, so I’ll be seeing you each week, when you bring me food and supplies”

“You are delusional”, you accused, “you know shit about us, what we have lived through, the things we have done”, you said, “we will break before we bend”, you said, “this isn’t the old world anymore”, you only hear him chuckle. There was silence, but neither of you moved, “What happened with Pope?”, you asked him through the door

“I told him that we had to leave that crap city”, he said, “DC was the way to go, you said it”, you bit your lip, “that I was leaving and of course he had to come with, but he refused, he wanted to wait for you”, he said, and that broke your heart, “he refused to leave because he thought you were coming back for him, so I left him most of the food and I left him there”

You let yourself slip by the wall to the floor.

“Not so chatty now, uh?”, he said, and then he left. 

Curiosity killed the cat, and sometimes, satisfaction didn’t bring it back.

PCN: Its like Im on crack with this story, hehehe.

This is where I start to deviate fromt he story, because i don't want anybody to die, and i really think they could have pulled it off better jejejeje

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It’s funny because I fully imagine Eugene to be a bit protective of Varian. He’s still reckless, and he and Varian get into their fair share of chaos, but he freaks out if Varian accidentally hurts himself (and then laughs obv) and is always the first to tend to any lab accident-or -otherwise-related wounds. If someone even looks at Varian the wrong way he’s got his hand on his little brothers shoulder and sending them a death glare. If you maliciously prank Varian your social life is ruined. And heaven forbid you even lay a hand on the boy lest you want the entire royal guard after you, with a special visit from the Captain himself. You hurt Varian, you perish.

But you can’t convince me these two don’t absolutely destroy eachother in impromptu wrestling matches on a regular basis. These two are pulling hair, kicking shins, and elbowing stomachs in the castle halls because Varian called Eugene’s goatee tacky. And they just, hit eachother regularly. Eugene will sass Varian and get a bruising hit to the shoulder in turn. Varian will insult Eugene’s intelligence and get put in a chokehold. Eugene has a scar on his hand from where Varian bit him after Eugene noogied him too hard. Rapunzel walked into Eugene pinning Varian onto the ground by laying on him gravity is increasing on me style and he didn’t get up for twenty minutes. Eugene regularly puts Varian in air-jail. Varian stomps on his feet with steel toed boots.

Visiting nobles are very concerned.