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fanby-fckry · 3 months

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assumption: you like corvids!

anonymously make an assumption about me and i'll confirm/deny it

Ding, ding ding! Correct!

A few days ago, I was talking with my fiancé and for some reason we started assigning each other animals? He said I’d be a chicken and I was so offended, because if I were a bird, I’d be a corvid, no doubt about it!

They’re my absolute favorite bird family. I can’t decide between the Common Raven and the American Crow for favorite specific corvid, because they’re both local and I love them. 🖤

Also, I went on a rant about a game from a let’s play we’re watching together, because in the game you can use ravens to locate food sources, because they fly over fresh kills from the in-game predators (wolves and bears).

Under the cut because it gets long.

Warning: fictional survival-apocalypse scenario and absolutely slanderous representations of corvids, wolves, and bears.

The game also has wolves and bears as automatically hostile. They’ll both attack on sight.

In a real survival scenario, you should be a lot more worried about the ravens than the wolves and bears!

Let me explain.

Wolves have a very specific way of hunting prey. If you don’t run, they won’t chase you. The End. Of course, if you go right up to a fresh kill, there’s a chance they’ll defend it, if you attack them, there’s a chance they may choose self defense, etc., etc.. But overall, wolves are afraid of humans and generally avoid us.

Bears also tend to avoid humans. Make noise so they know you’re coming, and they’ll generally get out of the way. (These were Brown Bears, btw, not Polar Bears. Polar Bears are a whole other can of worms, because they’re lacking in prey and it’s bad enough that they tend to consider us on the menu.)

Now, back to the ravens.

In the game, if ravens are flying over a carcass and the predator(s) that killed the prey are gone, you face no negative consequences for taking it.

*slams fists on table* Bullshit! The ravens are circling it. That’s their meal, now. You do NOT want to be caught stealing from corvids.

Corvids remember faces. Corvids hold grudges. Corvids teach their grudges to their friends and family for generations to come.

Good luck surviving the apocalypse with an unkindness of ravens or a murder of crows on your ass! They’re gonna be out for blood!

They’re going to attack you every time you show your face, and because you’re one of the only humans around, they might attack you even if your face is hidden. Because it’s not to hard to figure out that the human running around with a ski mask and the human that stole their shit are the same guy when there’s only one human for miles!

If I were in a survival-apocalypse situation, I would not fuck with corvids. If I thought I had enough supplies, I might attempt to befriend them? But even that could end messily. Similar risk to having human allies, except that it’s harder to explain a miscommunication to birds who can mimic but likely don’t fully understand human speech.

Pros:

Helps stave off loneliness by having intelligent animal companions

They might help you scavenge and share food in return

They will bring you cool gifts that might be more useful to you than to them

They might defend you if another human attacks

Looks cool as fuck

Cons:

If you slight them, they will choose violence

You may not realize it’s a slight until after the deed is done

Now you’re fucked six ways from Sunday, apocalypse not included

TLDR: Humanity should be less afraid of wolves and more afraid of ravens.

#fanby answers #anonymous #ask game #this ask really got away from me i’m sorry

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teecupangel · 1 year

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What if after the Solar Flare Desmond becomes a literal shadow, as in he can only move around at night or by following someone else's shadow and since he's kinda dead he helps out the assassin's by pointing where to go or give information by spelling out words or cause a distraction, and one day while doing a mission he sees another shadow move and thinks nothing of it until he sees it closeup and turns out that shadow is Clay

Could be AltDes or other ships and could be the past or the present

I had this vague plot of the whole ‘monster under the bed’ trope where Desmond checks under his bed when he was a child and sees a pair of golden eyes peering back at him. Instead of being afraid, he finds comfort in not being alone in his room. It always stays under his bed until he decided to leave the Farm and then it beckons him to come closer, until his shadow is connected to the shadow under the bed. And that’s how the monster transfers into his shadow so they could continue to be together.

Of course, the shadow monster is meant to be Altaïr XD

Why don’t we mix this with your idea?

Let’s set it up as modern-day. To be more exact, a further-into-the-future kind of setup, maybe even a dubious timeline like Watch_Dog Legion. Desmond wakes up and he’s nothing but a shadow, confined into the shadow of a bed in…

Oh.

It was his childhood home on the Farm.

It was definitely dirty and there were a lot of splinters, the drawers turned over and the door lying on the ground in front of the doorframe.

Desmond knew that this was the state that the Farm had been left in when Abstergo attacked it and Desmond had no idea how much time has passed since he ‘woke up’.

And there were nowhere else to go.

There were too many holes where light comes in, creating shadows, yes, but also ensuring that no shadow would pass by the doorway.

So Desmond waited.

Sometimes, the shadow of the upturned drawer would touch the edges of the bed’s shadow and he would be able to slip into that shadow.

For a change of pace.

But mainly, he stayed in the shadows underneath the bed.

There was something comforting about it.

He tried to count the days.

The months…

The years…

He lost count at 10 years.

Or was it 12?

15?

He didn’t know anymore.

Then…

He heard rumbling coming closer and closer.

Engine.

Vehicles?

People!

Before long, he heard engines stop nearby and the sounds of doors opening and closing.

He could feel the shadow he was occupying vibrating slightly as if to show his excitement.

He waited and the voices got louder as they got nearer.

“The mentor wants us to clean this place.”

Mentor?

Dad???

“What is this place?”

“Used to be some kind of abandoned secret settlement, I think? Templars hit it hard decades ago.”

Decades?

More than 10 years?

How many years has he been here?!

“The mentor thinks we can build another settlement here.”

“Wouldn’t the Templars try to attack this place again?”

“You think they would take the time to do something useless? It'll be fine. The mentor wants this place fortified.”

“Like an outpost?”

“No… this is it.”

“Really?”

“Yup. Our final home.”

Desmond watched as people he didn’t know begin to clean up and build from the ashes of the Farm. He flittered from shadow to shadow to look around, always hidden. Sometimes, he would slip into one of the shadows of the people (no, the Assassins) but staying with them made Desmond feel nauseous… like he was in a boat that was rocking too much.

So he only slipped into the Assassins’ shadows as easy transportation, slipping out as soon as he could.

It took a while but it was certainly faster than Desmond anticipated. They used machines and devices Desmond have never seen before. They made the construction all the more easier.

And then they held tablet-like devices that was slimmer than anything Desmond had ever seen, used them to communicate and show schematics.

They built a wall that hid not only the Farm but its surrounding forest. Built them so high only a giant would be able to step over it. And from the ashes of the Farm, they built foundations upon foundations until the buildings themselves were higher than the walls themselves.

They built walls to cover everything, creating a dome, then pulled them back down, most probably those walls would only be activated for the most dangerous of times.

It reminded Desmond more of a castle made of steel and machinery.

And, on the day after they finished constructing the tower at the very top, the one they call Eagles’ Tower, a small plane landed on the landing pad this walled fort had. Desmond watched from the shadows as an old man stepped out of the plane and the leader of the construction team greeted him by placing his left hand over his chest as he said, “Mentor.”

Had Desmond had eyes, they would have widen because, no matter how old he had become…

He still recognized that face.

Shaun…

It was Shaun.

He’s so… old.

All he could do was watch as Shaun proclaimed the fort as Eagles’ Nest and then ordered that anyone who calls it ‘Alamut 2.0’ be cuffed on the back of the head. The Assassins laughed and Desmond was left wondering what the state of the Brotherhood was that they would be blatant enough to do this, to create such a tall tower that would be very hard to miss.

And that’s when Shaun started his speech.

“As you all know… another catastrophe will hit Earth in approximately 5 years, 3 months, and 23 days. Many of our brothers and sisters have already joined the Ark Ships that have left our planets and our latest exploratory ship Altaïr V will be launching 3 years from now to plot a course and set up communications with the Assassins who joined civilian Ark Ships. Battleship Aquila II will launch the following year using the information and route from Altaïr V. And… 4 years and 3 months from now, we will launch our final Ark Ship, the Auditore, with the rest of our brothers and sisters.”

“Eagles’ Nest will be our final and last stronghold here on Earth. We cannot guarantee that it will withstand the catastrophe but… all of our remaining resources will be put into fortifying this stronghold to the very end.” Shaun continued and his voice cracked, “All of you volunteered to stay here on Earth. Stubborn muppets, all of you.”

The Assassins chuckled at that.

“The Templars already plan to leave with Abstergo’s latest Ark Ships. Our eternal war with them will continue on in space, I’m sure.” Shaun sighed before stating, “But that’s not important, not to us.”

“We focus on our future. In space… and here on Earth.”

Desmond slipped into Shaun’s shadow after his grand speech and ignored the nausea he felt. When it became clear that Shaun was just standing next to the large windows of one of the bigger offices in the upper levels, he slipped into the shadows of a nearby plant, hearing Shaun mumble to himself, “You’d probably hate this, Desmond. Making Alamut in your childhood home.”

“It was the best we could do.” Shaun sighed before raising his head to stare at the sky, “Just because the future is up there doesn’t mean we could just leave behind those who wished to remain here. This is their home.”

“This…” Shaun closed his eyes as he sighed, “This is where my wife is. Where you are. Where everyone I cared for are. And this is where I will stay too.”

“Because I’m a stubborn muppet too.”

He tried to catch Shaun’s attention. Tried to shake the shadow he was occupying, tried to even stay in Shaun’s shadow for as long as he could, trying to control Shaun’s shadow to wave, until he got too sick. The best he could do was twitch the pinky of Shaun’s shadow. And that was only if the pinky of his shadow was visible in the first place.

Years passed and Eagles’ Nest grew more and more fortified. Shields were created, made of steel, made of electricity… particle something that went above Desmond’s head. All he knew was that something in the top of the tower was needed to activate it.

Desmond watched from the shadows as the Assassins cheered as Altaïr V launched from another part of the world, its launch and ascent showing in all the monitors. Desmond listened as the crew of Altaïr V talked to Eagles’ Nest until they could no longer keep communications up.

He still remembered their last transmission.

“Eagles’ Nest, this is Altaïr V. We are nearing warp jump zone.”

“Copy that, Altaïr V. All systems are showing green. You are free to warp.”

“Roger that, Eagles’ Nest. This will be our last transmission. Eagles’ Nest… safety and peace.”

“Upon you as well, Altaïr V.”

He watched as Aquila II, a ship larger than Altaïr V, launched as well. Heard the same transmission from them.

Then it was the Ark Ship Auditore’s turn. Larger than even Aquila II, might even be three times larger than Monteriggioni itself.

That day…

He saw tears fall from Shaun’s eyes as the last transmission from the mentor on board of Auditore said his final goodbye.

“Goodbye, grandpa. Thank you… for everything.”

“You take care of everyone, okay?” Shaun said with a smile on his face even as tears fell from his eyes, “Keep everyone safe and remember our Creed. I know you’ll all be alright… Desmond.”

A few months after the Ark Ship Auditore left Earth, Desmond watched as two Assassins came into Shaun’s office, telling them that one of them was pregnant. Desmond could only watch as the woman cried, torn between wishing to keep the child and have a little bit of happiness, a little of hope, but also knowing she would be giving birth to an innocent and giving it a life that may be too harsh and unforgiving. Shaun did what he could in his position as the mentor, and told her what she needed to hear.

The truth.

What she would be risking...

The uncertainty of their lives...

And...

Their future was unknown from the very beginning. But there was always hope. As long as they were together, as long as the Brotherhood remained strong...

They could build a better future from the ashes of the catastrophe.

The catastrophe.

Another fucking solar flare but much, much stronger this time.

As if to punish humanity for being able to survive all the previous catastrophes.

Desmond understood why humans had left Earth and didn’t even bother to try to stay in the solar system.

The sun’s flares hit the entire solar system, scorching every planet. Desmond watched as the Assassins in Eagles’ Nest activated the shields.

They overheated the remnants of the Grand Temple.

Remotely activated all known Isu temples.

Until Desmond heard them announce every temple, including the Grand Temple, had exploded.

All to create a shield that would take the brunt of the solar flare and give Earth a fighting chance to survive.

The flares still hit Earth.

The electric shield was deactivated because of the flare.

The particle shield absorbed the flares until it disintegrated together with what it had absorbed.

And the steel shield…

Rattles.

Warms.

Then it was all over.

The steel shield withstood in the end.

The electric shield came back on, protecting them from the outside world as they were unsure of how the flares would have affected the oxygen.

And the Assassins remained vigilant.

Until one of them finally announced, “All sectors… are green.”

And they cheered.

They might not know what the world was like outside of Eagles’ Nest.

But here…

They were safe.

They were alive.

Humanity, once more, survived.

The world outside was forever changed.

Desmond didn’t know how but the air was deadly to humans and ever other living orgasm that needed oxygen to survive. The forest and manmade lake that was part of Eagles’ Nest may have the only remaining animals on Earth, Desmond wasn’t sure.

But the Assassins in Eagles’ Nest survived. They fortified the shields again and again, made sure to repair the steel shields, added backup generators for the backup generators of the electric shield, upgraded the particle shield…

They begin to check the outside world once they were sure Eagles’ Nest was going to be as safe as it could be.

The first baby to be born in Eagles’ Nest was born a few months after the Solar Flare.

They had asked Shaun to name the child.

And Shaun named him Altaïr because he was a sentimental fool he thought it would be appropriate that this little bundle of hope would be named after the Assassin who led the Brotherhood to evolve.

To name him after a flying eagle, soaring into the sky...

Free.

Desmond stayed with Shaun even if he could not see him.

Found peace in the short moments when Shaun would talk to himself, talk to the memories of Rebecca, of him… of the people he lost and the people he said goodbye to.

Fourteen years after the Solar Flare…

Desmond watched the funeral, hidden in the shadows.

Alone.

Until he stood in front of Desmond.

Altaïr…

The little hope.

Not so little now, Desmond supposed. He was already a teenager and no longer the only fledgling of Eagles’ Nest.

“It’s okay.”

Desmond froze when he saw Altaïr touch his own shadow.

No.

He was touching Desmond.

“You’re not alone,” Altaïr whispered and Desmond didn’t even realize that he had slipped into Altaïr’s shadow.

He… didn’t feel any nausea at all.

“I’ll stay by your side.” Altaïr whispered, “For as long as you’d like.”

Unorganized Notes:

Altaïr grew up seeing the shadow that hides in the shadows of his home. He had always been fascinated by it and he learned to understand it by watching from afar. It vibrates when it gets excited. The shadows looked like they were slumping when it was sad. And it would wobble when it was getting annoyed.

Desmond didn’t realize that Altaïr could see him because he had spent so many years being ignored. He realized that he has better control of Altaïr’s shadow than any other shadows he had slipped into.

Desmond and Altaïr have specific gestures for ‘yes’ and ‘no’ as well as common phrases which include ‘that’s stupid’, ‘don’t do it’, ‘I’m serious, Altaïr, don’t fucking do it’, ‘told you so’, and ‘do it’ and ‘I dare you to do it’. There’s also the ‘I know I should be stopping you but I won’t because I’m also an idiot who thinks you should do it.’ gesture that Desmond would do more often than he wished to admit.

This is more of a ‘friends to lovers’ trope and Desmond’s gesture for ‘I love you’ is only a slight hand gesture different from ‘you’re stupid’. Altaïr likes to reply, “I’m stupid for you too.” whenever Desmond actually gestures “You’re stupid” to tease him.

Altaïr V actually returns to Earth two decades and a half (or maybe three decades?) later with a new crew. It has always been planned for Altaïr V to return and try to see what has happened to Earth (if Eagles’ Nest were successful in saving Earth in anyway) and to set up a preliminary supply route between Earth and the planet Ark Ship Auditore had colonized.

The ship’s captain is Ezio, a Master Assassin…

… who has a very familiar shadow…

That Desmond recognized.

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kedsandtubesocks · 1 year

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MORE SPOOKY QUESTIONS BECAUSE IM UNHINGED

im really really digging your hc about javi p being respectful towards spirits and lighting candles and having his house cleanse. i just LOVE it. i think his mama was probably very superstitious and he grew up hearing all the stories from her.

OKAY but imagine javi dating a bruja !!!! and he gets to refamiliarize himself with the culture and even joins in with you whenever you're doing witchy stuff <3

This ask came for my throat and you know what you are DOING!!! This is gonna get long so I am already apologizing before hand omg I’m so sorry…

So I think about this photo all the damn time and it used to be my phone background for the longest time and it’s because there’s so much here

But for this ask I wanna point out the rosary and the saint card beside it, I’ve tried so many times to zoom in and see who’s on the card but I think it’s a simple card of La Virgen which would match with the rosary

But okay…I know this isn’t for everyone but for me, especially with the Mexican/Tejano culture I was raised with, there’s this blend of folk traditions and the actual religious belief that I saw first hand like…having a specific Saint you turn to for headaches, my grandma teaching me how to do a egg limpia cleanse when I was little and how you pray over it

I love to think Javi maybe experienced the same too!! Like having his mama pray to St Anthony for lost items around the house or kissing him and Chucho goodbye three times cause that’s the lucky number

And then…seeing the rosary and the prayer card I can see Papa Chucho or mainly Mama Peña maybe falling into that folk type of beliefs and passing it onto Javi

Javi would understand a lot of the little traditions like not sweeping with the broom you use outside because bringing it inside is bad luck or having a certain candle you light when you need extra help with a tough situation

And, I don’t wanna speak too much on a specific type of bruja reader because brujeria is such a wide and variety filled beautiful craft some of it I know might not even fall in this type of folk category but mainly…

There’s so much Javi would just simply respect and that alone is so attractive. He’s a man who might not full understand or even believe but Javi (I feel) believes in love and believes in people and to him that’s where he puts his faith - so whatever his family showed him, or whatever you believe or practice, he’s believing in that, in love and in you

(That maybe didn’t make any sense and I really did ramble omfg I hate my ass)

#I’m sorry if this isn’t too spooky but I think it’s bcs this is the everyday for me!#like lighting candles in the morning or calling my grandma to hear what kind of dreams she had and we both discuss them over morning coffee #there’s just a beautiful range of how the craft is practiced and manifest and I think whatever way it comes Javi is like #yup I’m accepting it whatever you want bb #this ask got away from me again I hate my ass so much #Javi P 🤎#asks and such things 💌

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prozach27 · 2 months

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#ok I’m so proud of myself bc this involves finance which is something I avoid at all costs but like I did it!!#my work failed to process my check which I should have received yesterday. I’m now expected to get it next week #and part of growing up poor is like. idk. this learned helplessness or defeatist attitude with money problems #like ohh it’s my bad I should’ve had more savings to cover waiting an extra week or longer for my monthly check #and historically I just shut down and panic while doing nothing bc this is my biggest possible stressor to come across #but!!! being around rich people? I’ve learned they negotiate!! and demand to not be inconvenienced!!#my work was like ehh I’m sorry too bad so sad about your check and I was like actually no #I explained how this impacts my ability to pay rent. my credit score. how they didn’t inform me in time to stop bill autopay #and asked what their detailed plan is to fix this #and within an hour admin was scrambling. four different people emailed me apologizing for the mix up #and they worked it out with finance to get me a $2000 loan to get me by until the check hits #but I was like actually no. I won’t be paying interest on this because I shouldn’t be penalized for your error #and so they GOT RID OF INTEREST #0% interest cash advance essentially that covers all my bills #I picked up the physical check for the 2k today so it’s legit thank god #I thanked everyone involved and remained extremely polite #and they said if there’s any other questions you have please let us know #so I was like actually you know what lmao #I explained that I’ve incurred fees for overdrafts and returned items due to bill autopay that I couldn’t cancel due to them informing me #basically the day of my check being late #and so I specifically said I’ve incurred $270 in fees at this point as a result of your error and I shouldn’t be expected to pay this.#and!! they just said… okay!!! I just got an email that they’ve processed a secondary check for $270!!#so like?!?! what?!?! is this what life is like when you don’t shy away from discussing money?!#im genuinely shocked. this is a life lesson. I never would have imagined this outcome #thank god I decided to not take it lying down

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loverscrossmp3 · 7 days

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the tortured poets department, if it was good.

#and yet it’s still not great. sorry i’m just constantly thinking of if she’d just sat with it a little longer she could’ve made the #production so much more interesting and cohesive. instead we got i can fix him (no really i can) 🫥#need her to step away from the spotlight and stop pushing that ugly gremlin in our faces cause she’s pissing me AWWFFF #not that anyone CARES i just remembered i had a passion for graphic design ❤️ and made these w a better (but still too long) track list #someone ask me to explain my thought process behind each song placement but also don’t ❤️#anyway i’m posting this for ME! MOI! don’t tell me if you hate it cause i don’t CARE #ts #tunes

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taohun · 1 month

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panda express save me save me panda express

#SORRY FOR BEING MIA I traveled for 30 hours cleaned a house got groceries set up for school am getting fucked by stat HR am getting KILLED #by 5 technicals 18CR full load of classes they took the gened I fought for AWAY FROM ME and just general. Pain #I have fundraiser asks I need to get to is why I’m apologizing but also it’s unending I’m so fucking tired already 😭#I GOT TO SEE 54 YEAR OLD RUSSIAN STATISTICS PROFESSOR THOUGHHHHH I MISSED HIM SO MUCHHHHHHHH #be back soon hopefully 🫡#I’m tired of my general life not fundraiser asks for clarification by the way just so we are all clear on that

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raeathnos · 8 months

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#apparently I’m not done being mad about this I’m sorry guys I gotta vent #my dad is like an ox and never sick and like not very understanding with health issues/general illness #which you’d think he would have been after having me the super sickly child with a ton of health issues but no #we have a positive Covid case in the house and I have the same fucking symptoms I just started later #I have taken two tests- one yesterday and one today #and he yelled at me saying I’m wasting tests and also that I’m apparently fine which like #even if I somehow don’t catch covid I’m still sick but okay dad 🫠#if it helps put things into a better perspective… did yall know that back in November after I had my 3rd fucking endometriosis surgery #he asked why I was off work for two weeks and why I didn’t go back the day after surgery?#like I had had this surgery twice before and at home recovery was also two weeks both those times #but moreover like sir I have 3 incisions in my abdomen and my job requires me to left 50lbs???#at which point he still insisted I was fine and was just being ‘dramatic’ 🙃#I wanna fucking scream #I’m lissed the fuck off #did yall know he nearly got me killed once because I had neurovirus and he refused to take me to the er?#I eventually lost consciousness from severe dehydration- he thought I was sleeping and continued to argue with my mom that I was fine 🫠#they eventually took me but I was unconscious for several hours and it took five bags of iv fluid for me to regain consciousness #and the doctor estimated I was about two hours away from death so like #yeah #if that gives yall a better idea of the shit I’m putting up with #I have like zero tolerance for dealing with his bullshit when I’m sick #it’s the trauma from not fucking being believed for years of my life about any of my illnesses #and like also the fucking almost dying part #fun times 🫠#I’m sorry I’m ranting so much today I’m just really fucking done and have no other outlet 🙃

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weezerlvr228 · 2 months

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they look half dead ☹️

#weezer #rivers cuomo #brian bell #patrick wilson #matt sharp #i rlly like rivers’ hair in this one! it’s epicness #i liked his hair in the 90s with his bowl cut.#bowl cuts are cool #and he looked great w it !#anyways yesterday was my boyfriend’s birthday party; and i got him some chaos emeralds from sonic that he’s been wanting like ; forever!#it was fun for the most part; but nobody told me we would be swimming plus i was the only girl there sooo i was just sitting around while #everybody swam and stuff. and my friend hayden i guess felt bad so he stayed out of the pool despite having swimwear and just played mobile #games with me; which was fun and i really appreciated but this guy ; who will remain nameless was being rlly mean to me at the party #like he was saying stuff abt how my boyfriend didn’t really like me THAT much (we have been together for nearly a year…)#and other things like that; which made me rlly sad and i kept asking my mom to pick me up but she wasn’t answering so i couldn’t do anything #besides trying not to cry and stuff. but it’s okay #and after everybody went inside besides me and my boyfriend ; we were cleaning up the table since the guys left all their trash and i had #like a whole pile of trash; like tons of plates and a whole stack of trash still; the guy from earlier who was mean just like #put his trash on top of the trash i was already carrying inside #since the guys were all crowded around the trash cans (he was closest; but he couldn’t throw it away; rather he wanted to deliberately just #put it on the pile i was carrying ) and it wouldn’t be a big deal if he wasn’t mean earlier; i wouldn’t have cared so much #but he was being real mean and just did that. and i’m a passive person ; but i rolled my eyes a ton at it and idk it felt like the #other guys were laughing; which made me feel even more awful about the fact but yeah so i rolled my eyes tons and he told my bf that he was #sorry about it; but didn’t say it to me and stuff and idk it just made me feel bad #when i was younger i got bullied a lot and people would throw their trash on my lunch tray n it just reminded me of that and made me sad;#but it’s okay now! other than that i had a good time and it was fun! my boyfriend said he loved my gift to him so ya! :D it was fun other #than the stuff with the guy! but yeah. not rlly weezer related tags today; just really wanted to get that off my chest #my boyfriends mom asked if i felt left out; which i definetly did and really wanted to go home but ik i couldn’t so i was just sitting at a #table alone for abt 20 mins while everybody was changingninitially #but it’s okay! ty for listening to my rant i love u all

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aaaaaaaaagenloser · 10 months

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(Tw: kinda transphobia? Use of it/its for a character who hasn’t declared what their pronouns are yet. Arguments over whether a character is a person or not; that ties into the pronoun thing here. Bonus points for descriptions of canon-typical gore yipeeee)

An update from after writing this: oh this. Got. This one got away from me?? I think I started this at 4 minutes past the hour. It is now 43 minutes past the hour. shitt.

Update; it is now 17 minutes after the NEXT hour. 26 minutes after th last update. I have seen god in the past hour and she shook in fear of both my power and audacity. I have lunch with my family scheduled in like 6 hours and I have not yet slept. This wasn’t meant to be as long as it is but I was possessed and this is the result. I may edit it and make it smoother later but I’ll make that a separate post, I want this sleep-deprived chunk of words to be here as like a monument to the fact that I could have been playing stardew valley during this time but I chose to do this instead

TLDR: long ass story ahead written by a sleep-deprived and hyperfixation-driven author. Who is now going the fuck to BED

“We can’t just keep it! What if it has a tracking device? It won’t let us fucking touch it so there’s no way of knowing it has one unless it leads them right to us!”

“Ok, I hear you but think. That hasn’t happened yet. It’s been about what, three days? and that hasn’t happened, and they haven’t been violent towards any of us at all. They haven’t tried to go back either, so there’s no risk of them telling or leading Showfall where we are.”

“Why do you keep calling it ‘they’?”

“Well they can’t be an “it” now can it? …wait.”

“Ok can we figure out the gender of the thing in the other room after we figure out if it’s a threat to us or not. It’s not even a fucking person, you remember what those things did to you back there, don’t you?”

“Those people were not themselves, they were just doing what he wanted them to do—“

“They’re not fucking people! Those things are all part of Showfall, just like Hetch was! It’s just waiting for the right time to turn us in, or pull some shit on one of us like they did before.”

“They weren’t… they weren’t in control.”

“Yeah like fuck they weren’t, I saw it fucking happen!”

“You can’t just… Ok. Sneeg. Stop. You don’t speak for me, the one who, oh I don’t know, was the one that shit happened to? They were being controlled just like us—“

“No, no, not like us. We were wandering around and not knowing what the fuck was happening. None of us knew what was happening. We just went along blindly. Those things—on purpose—dragged you to that stupid wall and sewed wires into your hands—“

“Shut up, Sneeg—“

“No you shut up! You didn’t see it fucking happen! I saw them and Bitchface literally hold you down until you passed out! They were fucking choking you, they fucking—they nearly fucking killed you with just their hands, that’s not a little suggestion in the back of your brain, that’s on purpose! That is fucking deliberate, that is a thing those machines chose to do! You don’t remember, you weren’t conscious when they fucking stapled you to the wall and strapped your head in—“

Sneeg glanced at Ranboo for a moment in-between pacing as he ranted, and the far away look in their sibling’s eyes shut them up immediately. Ranboo was still present, thank fuck, but they were looking at their brother like he was holding up a knife to their throat.

“Fuck, Ran, okay, okay—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… shit. Do you need Charlie?”

“You don’t know when to shut the fuck up.”

“…okay. Okay. I’m sorry. Do you need me to get Charlie?”

“No, I’m fucking fine.” It did not sound like he meant that at all. His voice was less steady than before. “I don’t want him to worry about our… hitchhiker. He’s worrying enough about… well, everything.”

“The fact that it’s here, so close to us is the reason I’m trying to get you to see, Ran. What if it turns on him? What if it does that shit to him when we aren’t there?”

“We will be there.”

“And when it tries anything, we can kill it?”

“Sneeg!”

“You wouldn’t kill it, even if it hurt our fucking brother?”

“Of course we wouldn’t keep them around if they did that, could we at least just… just leave it behind? …wait, no, they couldn’t take care of themselves. If we had to leave it behind, maybe we should…”

Silence lingered for a bit too long.

“We should what, Ran?”

“…Sneeg, I was about to say that killing it would be a mercy.” The Hero laughed. “Doesn’t that sound familiar?”

The Taken didn’t reply.

“We have to help them. I don’t… I don’t want to be on the other end of a mercy killing. I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore.”

“Okay. I’m—are you okay?”

“…m fine. It’s fine. Just. Can you stop acting like they’re any different from us? Please.”

“What do you want me to think then?” His voice was softer than it had been a few minutes before.

“Just assume that they… that they were someone. Just like we were before. And they didn’t… they didn’t do anything on their own, it was all Showfall.”

“Okay. Fine. Let’s assume they were controlled, they didn’t mean to, so on and so forth. Why haven’t they talked yet.”

“I don’t think any of the drones even could talk. Wait, should we really be calling them a drone—“

“Shut the fuck up, Ranboo, we have got to figure out what to do with it. It probably doesn’t even know what is happening, what the fuck does it matter what we call it.”

“It matters to me! Do you want me to call you by your title? Do you want to call me by mine? …No? Then why are we treating them like all they are is what Showfall made them? We had lives before, we were someone, so they must have been too. They might not realize it, or… or act like it, but they used to be someone. They are a whole person, Sneeg. We have to help them, we can’t just leave them behind because that would mean we are giving up on someone just like us, and we cannot give up on each other. They… they would have hurt us by now if they were going to. And Showfall hasn’t found us since… you know, which means there aren’t any more trackers.

…okay, Sneeg?”

“…okay. If it,” he sighed at the look Ran gave them, “if they try anything, we have to leave them behind. I’m not letting a dumbass puppet be the reason we get taken back.”

“If they—ok, whatever, you’re not understanding. You can’t say one of us somehow wanted to be controlled, and they’re a ‘puppet’ but those rules don’t apply to the rest of us—“

“There is not an ‘us,’ Ran! That thing isn’t like us!”

“Guys?”

A sleepy voice shut the two of them up instantly. They had a split-second conversation with their eyes before looking to their brother. ‘We aren’t done talking about this’ ‘You’e absolutely right, so later?’ ‘Later.’ ‘We’re telling Charlie nothing happened?’ ‘Of course.’ ‘Ok good plan.’

“Why are you two fighting? I’m tired, can we please go back to sleep?”

“We weren’t fighting, we were…”

“…talking about plans for tomorrow. And you can go back to sleep.”

“I don’t want to be by myself.” Charlie looked at Sneeg pointedly, who sighed to Ranboo with a playfully annoyed expression.

“Well I guess I gotta go be a teddy bear again.”

“Have fun”

“Absolutely not.”

Charlie punched Sneeg in the shoulder lightly for that, who just giggled in response and led his little brother back to their room.

Which left Ran by themselves.

Some nights, he would join them, but some nights Charlie couldn’t stand to be anywhere near Ran, and the three of them had made a silent mutual agreement that Charlie trusted Sneeg more than he did Ranboo.

…Ranboo was okay with this. He wasn’t hurt by it. He didn’t cry on the nights he slept by himself.

He didn’t wish he could be the one Sneeg comforted sometimes. They were just fine.

They were fine, which is why they went to the living room where their… well. Their hitchhiker? They weren’t exactly a brother, or a sibling, more like a fourth wheel on a tricycle. Or a flyaway hair. Okay, maybe Ranboo needed to get tbr fuck to sleep, alone or not.

But he found himself in the living room, where their hitchhiker slept. Or, didn’t sleep, as they seemed to not need to. They would sit on the couch and stare idly at the tv. That was what had started the whole conversation with Sneeg in the first place; Ran wanted to leave some kind of entertainment for the fourth person so they wouldn’t be made to sit in the dark for hours. Sneeg took this remark as a perfect opportunity to explain all the reasons why the former drone should be abandoned, but Ranboo would have fucking none of it. Maybe the couch potato (shit, he really needed to come up with a name for them—) didn’t seem to sleep, barely ate, and stayed still unless actually verbally told to move, but they were still a person. Ranboo was sure of it.

Their hand wandered up to the fresh scabs where their mask had been. The fourth person had a mask, one that hadn’t been touched. Despite usually staying still, the person—(Ranboo thinks they might just call this person Couch for now. Maybe it’s not accurate, and they’re tired, but it’s something. C, for short.)

C would back away any time the others would try to get near them. And they did in fact try, but despite how creative or sneaky they got, C always ducked away. It reminded Ranboo of the drone who had followed them with a camera, always one step away and never letting the Hero get too close.

The mask turned to Ranboo, who stared back quietly. C hadn’t talked at all, so Ranboo didn’t expect them to suddenly start now. He wasn’t even sure if they understood what was said to them, but Ranboo wanted to try anyways. Better to be polite.

“Do you like the show that’s on? I think it’s called Lucy, or something. I don’t know, Sneeg said it was funny. And it didn’t seem, uh- scary or anything.”

The mask didn’t speak.

“If you want to change it, the remote’s right there, um, I showed you how to use it before. And there’s like, instructions drawn on there. You can thank Charlie for that one.”

…

“I think I’m going to head to bed.”

…

“Fuck it, can I stay here?”

The mask still didn’t speak, but the head hidden behind it tilted a bit at the sudden change in tone. Ranboo took this as an absolute win.

“So I just. I don’t want to be by myself. And I don’t think you sleep, I mean if you just sleep when everyone else is asleep that’s cool, but also if so how do you even? function? on that much sleep? It really isn’t that much but to be fair you don’t do much so maybe you don’t need it. …do you sleep sitting up? And just somehow wake up when we get close? I know, um. Sorry about that, again, we were just worried your mask had a tracker like mine used to.”

Ran laughed nervously. “I think I did convince them that it doesn’t, so that should stop now. If um. If we make you uncomfortable you still don’t have to be touched, it’s, it’s fine.”

Other than the head tilt before, there wasn’t a reply.

“Okay, since. You can’t talk, I’m just gonna… I’ll sit down beside you. On the couch. And if you don’t want me to be that close you can uh- you can leave. Or like, get up, and then I’ll leave. This is the only room with a tv, so I’ll let you stay here, but I can’t tell if you want me to be here or not, so. Okay, sorry, I’m rambling. Just… move if you want me to leave, okay?”

Ranboo waited for a response that didn’t come, then sighed. “Okay.” He kept his hands up and open while sitting down, waiting for a few moments before tucking his feet under himself to get more comfortable. “I’m just gonna stay here, okay? Like I said, just move if you want me to leave.”

The mask had tracked them to where they sat now, but the person—C—didn’t make a move to leave. Ranboo turned their attention to the tv, keeping an eye on their couch partner in their peripheral vision. During a moment of audience laughter in the show—I Love Lucy, they remembered—C turned their head back to the television as they had been before Ranboo walked in.

Seeing as how C (they needed a better name than that—) didn’t speak, this was the closest Ranboo could get to being told “you can stay here.” So they did. A few episodes later, his head was on the arm of the couch and his eyes were closed.

Five turned its attention to the Hero, who was now asleep. He had said it was a person, which was almost hilarious. And the Taken and the Hero seemed to think it couldn’t talk? They had to know it needed to be given permission first: any handler of a Drone or Prop knew that basic rule. It would wait until permission was given: it knew how to obey. It wasn’t meant to speak to a superior unless it was told it was allowed. It would wait.

…in the meantime, it studied its handler, the Hero. The other Actors, their two other handlers, called him ‘Ranboo’ but Five knew that wasn’t his actual label. The Hero was his character in the last show, and so that is who he was. Five didn’t know if Actors had a number, but he had been called the Hero in the script, and so the Hero he will be until the script changes.

It hoped to get new instructions, a new script for itself, something, soon. It was tired of simply watching the Actors go about their incredibly off-script show. It was sometimes told to participate, and since no other superiors were nearby, it had to obey its current handlers. But it was told to participate, to stir eggs, to help clean the kitchen, to attack small webs in corners with a stick with soft spikes on the end. Those sorts of things weren’t it’s usual directive, and so it found itself…

It didn’t resent its handlers. They were doing their best, and they at least knew that they were meant to give it orders. It simply wished they were familiar orders. It wished the Hero had told it to play dead, or play chase, or play camera, or caught, or prop. It would even listen if it was told to power down until needed. At least then it wouldn’t have to be conscious in this boring and unfamiliar set.

Y EA I know they probably don’t like tvs. Shhhhhh. I didn’t think about that until like. I had already written the tv part. At this moment it is 55 minutes past th hour and I want these characters to go the fuck to sleep so I can go thr fuck to sleep /lh

And yeah Five only uses “he” for glran. That is intentional. It’ll be talked about and shit later. Something about being put into a role, something about showfall being transphobic, something something I want to go to bed

Powering down = “sleeping” for a drone. Different but similar. I’ll explain how it works later?, anyway The others hav e told Five to “sleep” but it doesn’t understand because it is only ever told to “power down” so it’s like error.sleep_not_found and it stares at them like “bitch you said the wrong. Thing. You’re supposed to know how to control me so you don’t want me to power down I fucking guess” and it’s gonna be really funny after that miscommunication is taken care of.

If you remember the Five Gets A Cold And Wants To Throw Hands With Everyone post, this is wayyy before that. These motherfuckers are fresh out of showfall. Don’t ask how they got a house. I’ll figure it out

I am! Tired! I’m not proofreading this!! Goodnight please give me your thoughts if you have them. I need to know I didn’t sacrifice tbis much sleep in vain /nf /lh (I appreciate words but you are Not required to give them. Love you have a good nigt/p)

#five the genloss blorbo #let’s not talk about how many tries it took me to spell unobserved. let’s simplynot #update like 5 years into me writing this: i also cannot spell the word peepohe it would seem #that. that was meant to be the word People. you can see m #h my point stands #it is late as fuck yet I Have to make this. it has to exist so I must make it exist #I’m hamilton writing like I’m running out of time but I’m writing g #writing 51 essays in which assorted characters get the physical and/or emotional shit beaten out of them #and me running out of time is running out of sleepy. I am a sleep y man #take a break and get away says my pillow. I am Hamilton my pillow is upstate and this goddam mess of a short story I am trying to write is M #this story is Mariah Reyndolds leading me to her bed .#I haven’t slept in a while and I’m hyperfixationed on Hamilton so that metaphor makes. 0 sense #if you’re reading this far I’m so sorry. have a cookie! and fun fact an old lady held my hand and s #she said my (Very Androgynous!!) haircut is perfect. she used those words #i almost cried right then and there. genuine compliments from people make my fucking day . ok I need to go back to editing thisthing now #I wrote it. changed a plot point. started to rewrite it. changed ANOTHER plot point #so now I’ve got several s #several layers of Oh Shit I have to untangle #im. making my own goddam escape au apparently????? it won’t make any fucking sense but I will explain it later.#and! feel free to ask questions!’ and tell me if it make’s absolutely 0 sense #I do in fact want to be able to tell the story in a way you will understand. so ask questions! give a feedback! /gen /pos #I accidentally. deleted a tag so whatever I was going to say is fucking gone now. oh I think I memerbr #they are out of character ye. I’m sleepy and I’m making their escape au up as I go.#so far I have 1) the box scene was somehow Worse #2) they kidnapped Five (yippee!)#3) Charlie is the most traumatized out of the three. I don’t. I don’t know why.#I think that’s mostly because I didn’t feel like writing a conversation between Three characters. so my brain was like this :#why isn’t Charlie here? sleeping. why are these two not including him in conversation? protectiveness.#why protectiveness? he is the most upset out of the three of them and the other two have basically taken up the caretaker role. great plan #great plan hit the showers. I have reached. max tags. shit oh well back to writing tumblr says so!

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