#its fine everthings fine

[kaz2y5baby]

💔

[duck-n-clover]

ghost hunters, on a scale to 1 to 10 how likely are they to be Blair Witch'd...?

new* ocs for the Whorror Movie universe! we have Chicago and Diana, a duo of sisters seeking out answers from the paranormal! accompanying them are Landon and Takeshi, they are hobbyist documentarians so this is a good opportunity to go on a roadtrip and see all the weird stuff small towns have to offer.

Diana is a believer and the rest are leaning more on the skeptic side but they're coming along for the ride anyway. good luck guys!

[arinmoss]

also i now have to talk to fucking. lawyers all because my grandma was too racist to share the fucking $405,000 she made, off the property she sold, with my mom. and my mom at the time owned part of the property.

my mom did not know this! no one told her she owned part of it! and when she found out cause my grandma realized the deed was faulty and she technically had no right to sell the property without my mom, my mom asked for some of the money cause we live in poverty and my grandma said no! and my grandma has the audacity to be mad at my mom like huh!? like girl that's so much fucking money! and my mom would technically get like 1/6 since all my aunts and my uncle also own part and they were giving their part to my grandma.

[kowaindar0u]

(from nxmelessfighter) 08 (yuichi)

[ DEAR  DIARY          .    .    . ]

08. entry made featuring their day    /    night at work.

under a cut cause this got loooong lol

I've had better days than the way today is turning out. Today actually started as one of those better days, and I suppose for that I should be grateful-- and I am. It was great, actually. I was kind of slow getting up today but Urashima came and begged me to come to the kitchen just before breakfast because we'd gotten ahold of some espresso from the store, and he had Shokudaikiri help him make iced lattes, and... well, they did a great job. I hadn't had something like that since before I even became saniwa, now that i think about it. I do still harbor a lot of love for these lattes but it does feel a little... odd...? nostalgic, maybe, though in a less-fond manner... Even so, it was a very sweet gesture-- how long ago had it been since I'd mentioned I used to drink those sometimes when I needed a pick-me-up? Either way, Urashima remembered, and they went through the trouble of preparing it... a sweet gesture, which I hope will come to replace the times the equally-sweet drink reminds me of. I had breakfast with Urashima and his brothers, which was... tense, at least, but still nice. I think Hachisuka has chilled out a bit regarding Nagasone-- I hope that's still the case while I'm not around. And now... I've been trying to put together my status report on the Second Team's current mission, but I have yet to hear back from them. We knew going in that it could take some time, so I'm not really too worried about them for the time being, but... Without the reconnaissance they're working on right now, we don't have the full picture on what the HRA is trying to do. So... I just have to wait. It could be a few days before they can gather all the information, depending on how events play out. [Yuichi's handwriting is clearly growing hurried and a bit messy] I think this was poor timing to have been so caffeinated. I was, despite myself, quite excited about the lattes, and maybe had more than I should have, because... now I'm honestly kind of bugging out. Logically, I know I can't do any further work on this report. There's no need for me to try and reach out to the Second Team right now. Mutsunokami can be a little rambunctious, but I trust him as captain to keep his team safe, and I shouldn't be breathing down their necks just because I'm anxious. The worst thing is, I have other work I could be doing, but I'm stuck on this. The not knowing is killing me-- the way things are in Tosa right now, it could go one of many ways, some on scales more dire than others, and I c [the sentence ends there, but a few lines down more writing starts, now a bit more legible] Well. That was several hours ago. Kogitsunemaru popped in to see how I was doing-- sometimes I think he has a 'aruji is spiraling' sense, because how does he always show up at times like that? -- and damn near dragged me outside, even though I protested. Honestly, good. I'm glad my touken danshi-- most of them, at least-- feel comfortable interacting with me like this. Some may see it as 'unrefined' or 'undisciplined', but I don't really see myself as above them, despite my position. I... I need them, after all. As more than just a means to protect history, for sure... Anyway. Kogitsunemaru and I took a walk for a bit, and then we spotted Juzumaru, Nikkari, and Sengo doing some meditation, and invited us to join them. Meditation is really not my thing. I've always found it difficult to stop ruminating or focusing on the wrong things. But one thing I can say, is that when I happen to figure it out, I'm always better for it. By the time we were done, I had all but forgotten about the report I had to break from. After that, we joined that group for lunch. Urashima brought me another latte-- how could I refuse? So, I didn't. It was probably not the best decision, but he'd done a great job and was so happy about it. It's so hard to say no to him! Besides, I was in a much better mood.

The rest of the day was kind of a blur, but in a good way. I feel like I made my way around the whole honmaru a few times. I watched Midare and his brothers practice a concert routine with the Gous, I helped to pick vegetables, I even went with Higekiri, Mikazuki, and Hotarumaru to take some of the horses on a trail ride. I helped prepare dinner and with cleaning up afterwards, and now... Well, I'm exhausted. I don't know the last time I'd done so many different things in a single day. Also I think I'm feeling the caffeine crash. I just got out of the bath... I meant to stay in longer, but I kept falling asleep. Today was ... all in all, pretty great. I'm so happy to be here. Good night.

[oldkamelle]

he...heavy with the the bird head cosmetic preening medic

[gunpowder-tim]

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[ostrigjpg]

waugh

[goodguydotmp3]

Do you guys remember when yall were passing around that person who was dismissing people's concern about the human cost of a vegan diet specifically how its not more ethical to only eat plants bc people who cultivate and pick those plants live in abhorrent conditions and often die, and that person was like 'ugh well its all unethical. What do you propose we do then?' Like do you remember that really fucked up era of white vegan discourse 😐😐

[rabidblasphemy]

Going into an episode and i dont know how to curve it

[thesaltypanda]

Of course, the day we fight has to be shit.

The day we fight, I look like an ass because I'm running around dealing with bullshit that I don't text.

The day we fight, my overseas container is two hours late and is still in the processing of being offloaded making me late.

Everything is lining up "perfectly" shitty.

It's fine.

I'm fine.

Everything is fucking fine.

[that-one-xachster]

Megumi x Childhood Bestie!Reader Hcs

I've seen too many of these and needed to write a few heh ive actually never written hcs before so this is my first time 😅 kinda a slow burn?

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so first of all you were tsumiki's bestie because I haven't seen a hc like that yet (PLEASE I NEEDA SEE ONE OF THESE-)

and we'll also make fushi's mom besties with your mom

so now you two are besties since you were in diapers

and you were a very grabby baby and Fushiguro's hair is as wild as carpaccios from mashle-

(sorry not sorry)

so you'd just grab at his hair and pull it all the time which would annoy the hell out of him

which would then somehow end up in you two fighting

AS BABIES

and then your mother's would have to calm you down

and after the whole toji and mother fushiguro went bye bye your mom took in megumi and tsumiki

so now timeskip you're both 6 years old and just walking together from who knows where

and if you thought you grew out of these grabby tendencies no you're either grabbing his hair or his sleeve

yes it still annoys the hell out of him but you do it for shits and giggles

and then on this fine day you just happen to run into the gojo satoru

LMAO MY AUTOCORRECT ALMOST CAPITALIZED HIS NAME

anyway this guy is making his ever so iconic face like 'bro reminds me of his dad-'

anyway gojo doesn't know who you are so you're just standing there awkwardly behind megumi while you're now gripping his backpack

and you're just glaring at gojo for no reason at all for sure just thinking 'who the hell is this weird ahh man with hair like he's in his 70s tryna kidnap megumi 🤨🤨'

and ofc megumi pulls the 'what about my sister' card

and after the whole negotiation with megumi he turns to you and is like 'you can come along too ig'

and ofc you watch megumi so you pull the 'what about my parents' card

gojo's like 😀

anyway you somehow end up going to school with megumi and tsumiki and first day kindergarten no surprise you guys are the new kids

everyone I mean EVERYONE loves tsumiki ofc

a partial reason is because of you and megumi glaring at the people who you think are looking at her a lil funny

like sir ma'am CHILD how dare you

anyway you have a pretty peaceful elementary school

you do pick fights with megumi though

...and a whole lotta other people

you stopped in middle school but looks like megumi picked it up instead because yk he beat up a hefty amount of people

you stanned him for that

also hyping him up from the back

"YEAHH MEGUMI BEAT THEIR ASS"

"shut up."

"no."

".."

"anyway YOU GO MEGUMI BEAT EM UP-"

"sHUT-"

so that was pretty eventful but tsumiki did not approve which caused you to sulk next to megumi

but then yk she went to the cliff and shit went down real fast

tsumiki got cursed, you entered your depressed angsty teenager era, and megumi became emo. more so than he was before

"oh my god its worse than they thought- they made him EMO-"

^ thats megumi now but we all like pretty emo bois so

wItH tHeIr bLaCk hAiR aNd gReEn oRbS-

too bad megumi has blue eyes

>>>>>>

see this is why asians don't have blue eyes we'd be too powerful

anyway back to this you two finish middle school all swandy dandy but a lil depressed

oh and I don't think I mentioned you two got into a fight bc of tsumiki's sickness

like-

megumi: you're closer to tsumiki bc you two are girls why didn't you stop her from pulling random crap whatever she did to make her sick

you: BITCH you blaming ME? you wanna go?

yeah basically you two got into a stupid argument but oh well its fine bc gojo forced you two to talk again and yay you're talking again

and now first year into jujutsu tech you and megumi are the only students so you're still poking and grabbing him all the time

you did it less in middle school

I think we know why

like you're in the car going to a mission- his hairs being tugged

got off the car and walking his sleeve being tugged

everthing

literally everthing

my bros grown immune to it though so he doesn't really mind

he kinda likes it now but will never admit it

so let's say before you got ranked up and all your arm almost got blown off by a curse

needless to say tsumiki's accident really hit him hard so this hit him harder and when I say he got angry he got ANGRY ASF DUDE

like he freakin obliterated the damn curse

he also made it pretty painful

if you even can

and let his demon dogs casually eat it up

and you're just there like 👏👁️👄👁️

"it's not that deep bro-"

"yes it is"

gojo was very proud though

and now you're with him stalking itadori and you're like

woah

*1 braincell working*

itadori = fast

fast = speed

I am speed

ITADORI = LIGHTNING MCQUEEN

kachow

and when you finally confront your stalkee with megumi and itadori's like

"uh I'm mourning rn"

you're just

"thats great and all dude I totally feel you but you're gonna be mourning even more if we don't get our asses to your school"

you did not want to host multiple funerals

so you all speed ran to his school

and whoopsie doosies you're with megumi and itadori makes an entrance like the main character he is

and when my bro eats that finger

and gojo pops up

he throws the kikufuku at megumi

but its okay hope you have a good day imma send you bout 850-

LMAO SORRY

you steal the kikufuku from megumi and eat one as if its popcorn

well you're watching gojo and sukuna fight rn

and you accidentally admit out loud that sukuna's hot

and then megumi low-key side eyes you

BUT THEN HE STARTS FULL ON GLARING AT SUKUNA

bc how dare he some random goofy ahh old mf misongnyistic tatooed dude just steal your attention so casually

he's full on disgusted when he's face to face with sukuna

yes you notice this

you're like

"ooh did somebody get a crush on a thousand year old curse-"

"wtf no get some help"

its the opposite lmao but you don't know that

so then itadori turns back to normal gojo goes boop and he goes to sleep

and now you're here sitting next to megumi, eating Gojo's kikufuku and having the time of your life

holy this is so long imma do a part 2

fun fact my autocorrect always changes sukuna into skunk 🦨

smelly sukuna

[luvcelestes]

YUUJI ITADORI x READER

mostly fluff with a little bit of angst.

PROLOGUE ー NEXT

summary: You and Yuuji were partners with blooming feelings, until you had been wiped out completely, causing you to be an amnesiac, losing a big chunk of your life, including him and any other friends you met in the past years. Only remembering a bit of your life, you had to slowly rebuild everthing from scratch.

TW: blood, mentions of death, PTSD, profanity, confusion about identity

"ill always be there for you. please hang on, my love.."

Your eyes widened as a curse pounced on you, yelling gibberish and slowly attempting to engulf and kill you. You screamed while fighting it. Unfortunately for you, the curse was extremely powerful, and it's main strength was physical power.

You struggled as it threw you around, yelling for help. As much as you tried, you couldn't break free of the curse's grasp. You tried using your jujutsu, but to no avail, your arms were broken from the strong grip the curse had on your body. You couldn't bring yourself to muster up the strength to fight the curse.

The curse looked curiously at you, and then a sick smile appeared on it's face when it realized you weren't going to fight. You looked at it wearily, and in one last weak attempt, you tried to get out of its grasp. Unfortunately, it didn't work. The curse, angered at your attempt, threw you on the ground and yelled as it picked you up and threw you around, your bones cracking, and the pain throbbing so much.

You cried, and writhed until you could barely feel anything. The pain was eventually too much, and the curse got bored of you, and walked away, as it attacked you, it thought to just leave you. You took heavy breaths as blood trickled down from the wounds.

'Fuck.' You thought as your eyes closed involuntarily, and you fought to keep them open, thinking about all your friends, and Yuuji. A soft smile appeared on your face as you thought of the memories you ha made together. Movie nights, birthdays, which Yuuji had gotten frosting all over his face. His sheepish smile You remember all the memories you had with him, and you finally closed your eyes, accepting your fate.

The last thing you heard through the ringing of your ears was the pained voice and footsteps. You instantly knew who it was. Yuuji. A single tear rolled down your cheek until all you saw was black, and what you heard was just static.

He ran faster than he'd ever ran before when he saw the pool of blood around you. He yelled as he reached you, tears running down his face. "No. No! No, no, no, no!"

He cuddled your head in his arms. "No... _____..." He cried into your shirt, holding your head with shaking heads, blood steadily streaming out of the wound. He shakily held your face, and checked for a pulse, and when he detected a faint pulse, a glimmer of hope came up in him.

He stood up and held you up carefully. He ran as fast he could, ignoring his own injuries, and ran to the hospital, faster than he ran when he trained. He knew if he was slow, he could risk your life. The second he reached the hospital doors, he collapsed, but not before protecting your head from hitting the cold tile, hoping you weren't injured.

He woke up to a hospital room, the beeping of machines, which bandages and casts. He looked around panicked. "How's the girl that was with me?" He asked a nurse nervously.

"Oh, _____ _____?" She grimaced, "she's fine... but unfortunately, she's in a coma."

His face must've showed his despair, as the nurse quickly said, "she's not doing bad. She's starting to improve, and the doctors predict she'll wake up in at most month."

He sighed a sigh of relief. Soon, many of Yuuji's friends and mentors came to visit him. They all expressed their happiness that he's improving quickly. Soon enough, he got discharged after a week. Even though he physically improved, the light that was previously in his eyes disappeared even more each day that passed that you didn't wake up.

He was sitting at your bedside, brushing off the hair off your face when he saw something that made happiness surge through his eyes. You opened your eyes and blinked, and Yuuji started crying as he felt you squeeze his hand softly. A small smile appeared on your face, and you closed your eyes again.

Yuuji ran to get a nurse, yelling. "She woke up! She woke up!"

You turned your head and softly smiled at this strange boy's excitement. You didn't know who it was but it sure was nice to have someone so excited for you.

Once the boy calmed down, and the nurse left to take many tests, you turned your head to him and asked shakily,

"Who are you?"

hey guys! short read, but i was too excited, so here's an early release!

im a busy student so dont expect quick updates 😭 sorry!! updates will be every once in a while so i apologize for that..

more coming soon ly 🫶🏻

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[bitterlynsposts]

Man... i really dont like this scene. Like i know its supposed to be this " beautiful" moment, oh adora loved catra even at her worst but like... why?

After everything she did adora is still like i love you.

Like they could have honestly just put portal catra here too, like why not, adora loved her there anyway. She loved her when catra left her to die, she loved her when she was beating her and berating her for everthing, when she tried to kill her friends, when she ruind her friends kingdoms, when she tried to DESTROY the world, when she sent a double agent to destroy her friendships. Like in her vision with s4 catra, everthing around her destroyed and with a smug look on her face. And adoras just like yup i love her.

lol i didn't expect this to be so long. I probably sound angrier/saltier than i really am, im pretty chill yk. But i mean why not, its just for fun.

If you like catradora that fine, i respect it so if this reaches the wrong crowd. Lets just be civil about this.

take a shot everytime i say "like"

[agustdiv1ne]

❆.*.•°◞8:02 p.m. — huening kai

genre: jack frost!kai, fantasy, fluff, a sprinkle of angst (brief description of frostbite/hypothermia)

wc: 1.4k

the tips of your fingers are turning a deep, inky blue.

the sight should concern you, and yet you cannot find it in yourself to care. your muscles refuse to function, as if having a mind of their own, rendering you unable to lift yourself from the snow surrounding your body, to find your way out of this damned forest. bones frozen over, you exhale, watching with glazed over eyes as your breath creates a fog in the air. much akin to the rest of your body, you are unable to feel your lips.

you are tired, so very tired. stars twinkle above you — glittering, joyful, taunting. get up, get up, get up. chase after us.

perhaps a small nap would be of help, then you can find your way out, following the stars all the while — you simply must regain some energy first. close your eyes and rest, and when you wake, everything will be okay.

“close your eyes,” a sharp, icy voice whispers within your mind. “give in to me.”

finding no reason to rebel, your eyes flutter to a close. everthing will be fine. you will soon wake and trace your steps back to the edge of the forest. tendrils of sleep curl around your mind, pulling tighter and tighter as you begin to slip into unconscious. you tiptoe on the edge of dreams when the rapid crunch of snow underneath boots catapults you back into reality. the sounds grows louder before it stops next to your ear. your eyes open a crack, blurry vision taking in the stranger. you catch a streak of fair blonde hair, a worried voice floating through your ears, before your eyes close once more. at last, darkness whisks you away.

you are unsure how long you remain unconscious, but when you do finally wake, death no longer sinks its talons into your chest. your entire form is bathed in a delicious warmth, and when your eyes blink open, you find a fireplace crackling with orange flames before your eyes. a blanket has been wrapped around your body, a small pillow cushioning your head from the hard floor. unfurling your limbs from their curled up state, you sit up. you look around with a frown pulling at your brows, noting the onyx sky outside through a nearby window. it is still nighttime — you mustn't have been asleep for too long.

the front door clicks open, a blast of cold mixing with the warmth of the room. a man who seems to be near your age quickly shuts the door before his gaze meets yours. physically, he is slightly intimidating — long-legged and a bit broad, the thinness of his striped sweater unable to hide his wide shoulders. you should be concerned about being alone with a man in his cabin seemingly in the middle of the woods, but the relieved expression his features melt into when he realizes you have awoken soothes your apprehension.

“you’re awake! i am glad,” he says as his lips curl into a gentle smile. in that moment, you find yourself thinking that he’s pretty, with strong yet kind features that further relax the tension in your muscles. “you had me worried.”

“i—” you start before hesitating for a moment. “thank you. for helping me.”

he hums, giving you a wide berth as he makes his way over to a dark wooden table, sitting down in a rickety chair that squeaks as he adjusts his long limbs. he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees. his thin sweater and slacks concern you; how could he have gone outside in such thin clothing and remain so unfazed?

“why were you in the forest? at night, nonetheless.”

you pause for a moment before you respond, heat spreading across your cheeks. “i...got lost.”

his brows furrow at that, but he doesn't press any further, shifting so that he leans against the back of the chair, chestnut-hued eyes still trained on you, studying you. his icy blonde hair brings out the natural flush of his cheeks. you shake the thought away. he is beautiful, yes, but he is a stranger to you. untrustworthy.

“how are your hands?” he questions, playing with his own in his lap, fidgeting in his seat.

your hands! the cold had all but taken them when he had found you, but as they emerge from under the blanket, the frostbitten tips of your fingers have somehow returned to their normal state. your jaw drops, mouth parted. this isn't possible. this should not be possible. no, no, no.

“h-how?” you panic, rubbing at the skin. “how did you—”

“my powers- i mean, i created a salve that can reverse the effects of frostbite,” he says, but the first part of his sentence is not lost on you. you have heard many stories of this forest, of the creatures that lurk within the shadows. he couldn’t be...

“your powers?” you squeak, backing yourself against the wall next to the fireplace. “y-you—”

he remains on the chair. a beat of silence. two, three.

“my name is kai,” he begins, and though he does not receive anything but a fearful stare in return, he continues. “i have resided in this forest for my entire life. most humans refer to me as ‘jack frost,’ though i am simply a myth to them.”

he allows you to simmer with that information, fixing you with a neutral expression. it makes some semblance of sense now; there's something different about him, in his aura. you are unsure how you have not noticed before, but his ears come to a point, unlike any human.

“i wish not to hurt you,” he finally says when he senses your body relax slightly. “however, the forest is dangerous at night, so it would be best if you remained here until morning. i will guide you out.”

you inhale deeply, weighing your options. you could stay, sleep in warmth with a seemingly benevolent mythical being protecting you — or you could take your chances in the pitch black, ice-cold woods, unaware of what could be watching, waiting to pounce on a vulnerable little human like yourself.

easily, you choose the former.

“i see. thank you again for your kindness,” you say with a lethargic smile. sleep seems to weigh your eyelids down now that your safety is essentially guaranteed. his presence screams sincerity, comfort, and, ironically, warmth. something inside of you tells you to trust him, and against your better judgment, your name tumbles from your lips.

“well, it is nice to become acquainted with such a respectful human,” he says, and you wonder what that could mean. you ponder what other humans had done to him to elicit such a response. “i do have a spare bedroom, but you may sleep out here if you would like.”

“a bed would be wonderful.” you nod, attempting to get up, but your limbs betray you. you collapse back to the ground. the man — kai — winces, but does not act to help you. you see him eye the fire next to you as you finally stand.

“heat...makes me weak. i apologize,” he says as you move towards him. his hand wraps around your wrist, fingers cold, guiding you down a hallway until you reach the door towards the end of the hall. you say nothing.

“i will leave you alone,” he says, the hand around your wrist dropping to his side as he opens the door for you. “if you need anything, please do not hesitate to ask me. i will be next door.”

you are unsure what comes over you as you lean up to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. you pull back with a grateful smile, cheeks hot as you realize what you have done. “thank you, kai. i shall see you in the morning.”

a ruby red blush stains his cheeks, and he stutters out a brief good night before he's slipping into his room and slamming the door shut. you giggle a little — how odd; you, of all people, causing an immortal being's face to flush. quietly, you close your own door, dropping onto the bed to snuggle into the soft sheets. sleep arrives without delay, your eyelids drooping more and more as snow falls outside of the window next to the bed. you watch in wonder as frost begins to cover the expanse of the glass pane, your eyes blinking open a final time to find the entire window coated in ice.

among the fern-like patterns that riddle the window, a heart is tucked into the center.

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© to agustdiv1ne. do not copy, repost, steal, and/or translate.

[teecupangel]

Hello dear angle. I'm back with an ask that idk if it's wierd or not. Actaully I'm trying to start a fanfic about a civilizade xenomorph society and I'm turing everthing I like to these cute little parasites. So… I wanted to ask what do you think about an android Desmond with his three white xenomorph ancestors? I've read several comics and novels of alien and what I discovered was that xenomorphs were created to be a biological weapon. So I was thinking what if Desmond android was created by abstergo to controll the xenemorphs. He is like a queen to them because of the DNA they share. In this au the assassin-templair war is not still over. And even in the sky they are trying to take cotroll over the galaxy. What if Desmond works in one of abstergo's labs. Until he saw a xenomorph for the first time in his life. It was pure white with a strange looking mark on its forhead. Some thing about this mark was familiar to him which he didn't know why. The first time he saw it he felt a strong bond between them. He felt so safe around that monster. It felt like family. Like home. He put his hand on the glass. The creature came closer with curiosity and placed its hand where was desmond's. And suddenly something flashed before Desmond's eyes. A face. A man with white cloak that was standing there and staring at him in a kind smile. And then he was in the lab again. He stared at the monster and smiled. "Ezio. So it's your name."

I will leave it from here for you. I belive in you. You can turn this to a movie that worths watching. And mabey it's ezides? I love ezides fanfics and i don't know why. They're kinda apposite but still cute. Your blog is wonderful 🤩

(Thank you! While I cannot promise I can make this a movie worth watching, I will do my best to make this something monster fuckers would at the very least be curious about XD)

It’s not weird. I mean, I’m fine with weird ideas XD

Also, Alien is one of my favorite horror movies.

For this one, what if we just throw away Alien/Prometheus canon and spin this into another AU (mainly because this gives us an excuse to not use the canon explanation of white xenomorphs and the proto xenomorphs.

For this one, let’s set up Abstergo as being sorta in a decline after humanity decided to live among the stars. While they had been focused on profiting and trying to eradicate the Brotherhood, Weyland-Yutani slips pass them and became the juggernaut corporation that more or less controlled human settlements.

DESMOND was meant to be the prototype of an android line that should have exceeded everything Weyland-Yutani approved androids could.

But there were a bit of problem with DESMOND. For one, he appeared too cold, less expressive than the cheapest android and has a hard time understanding orders.

It was a failure.

So Abstergo had to pivot and create a new product. They manage to get samples of Weyland-Yutani’s ‘prized’ secret project and a basic ‘overview’ of what it’s meant to be.

Unfortunately, the samples didn’t have enough genetic information to complete their version and they thought, “Hey, you know what we have? The DNA sample of some dude that died during the 21st century! That might work!”

In their defense, the lead of the project, Dr. Vidic (relation to the late Warren Vidic is unknown), believed in this ‘rumor’ that Sample 17 is the golden ticket to Abstergo’s success. It was the key to the success of the Animus Project. Why not this project as well?

If the human DNA is unusable for this project, Sample 17’s Isu DNA might be what they needed.

For this one, they made three Prototypes to use for different ‘experiments’.

They were called Zero-One, Zero-Two and Zero-Three.

Zero-One is taken to the deepest part of the space station to be experimented on.

Zero-Two is kept in one of the more secured floors to be observed with limited ‘contact’.

Zero-Three is kept on stasis while Zero-One and Zero-Two are being ‘observed’. Once the observation period is over, Zero-Three will be eliminated and dissected to gather more data using what data they gathered from Zero-One and Zero-Two.

DESMOND has been turned into a messenger android, delivering devices and other items and acting similar to someone who takes picture of the person who took a package.

It was one of the few things it could do without having to be supervised the entire time.

It is during one of its delivery to Dr. Vidic that it sees Zero-Two.

There was something about Zero-Two that makes it feel something.

Makes him feel something.

Their first meeting ends with him calling Zero-Two ‘Ezio’.

His Ezio.

DESMOND starts visiting him whenever he has the chance.

And Abstergo sees this all.

Hard not to considering the floor Ezio is in is covered in surveillance tech.

Dr. Vidic thinks this is a good thing.

DESMOND can communicate with Zero-Two. With enough time, DESMOND can be used to control Zero-Two.

No.

Control an army of them.

So he takes DESMOND under his wing and starts to supervise the meetings.

The tried and true method of carrot-and-stick.

With DESMOND being the carrot.

During that time, the team in charge of experimenting of Zero-One fuck up big time.

Maybe they didn’t take in consideration the idea that Zero-One would use its acid blood to destroy its cage.

Maybe they underestimated Zero-One’s intellect and it manages to get them to open the cage by pretending to be sick or dead.

Whatever the reason will be, the end result is the same.

Zero-One kills the team that has been experimenting on it and starts to hunt down everyone in the Space Station.

During this time, Dr Vidic gets the idea of hunting Zero-One using Zero-Two.

And he does it by having DESMOND become bait because he knows Zero-Two will protect DESMOND.

He didn’t take in consideration that DESMOND’s connection might not be exclusive to Zero-Two alone.

So when DESMOND sees Zero-One, he sees him about to kill another Abstergo personnel. The personnel begged for help but DESMOND simply stood there.

Dr. Vidic thought (as he watched the feeds from a drone) that DESMOND is doing as ordered, to find Zero-One and to place himself in danger until Zero-Two gets to his position (Zero-Two has been fashioned with a device that would push a strong sedative inside him in a push of a button, deliberately placed in a part of his body that he cannot use his acid blood to dissolve it)

Zero-One kills the personnel and starts moving to DESMOND’s position on all fours. A predator slowly making its way to its next kill.

That’s when Dr. Vidic sees DESMOND take a step towards Zero-One and reach a hand.

Without any mirror, DESMOND touches Zero-One as he says, “Altaïr?”

“You want to kill them all? Okay.”

“… We can do that.”

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Unorganized Notes:

They take Ratonhnhaké:ton out of stasis during Altaïr’s rampage and DESMOND stays with him because he hasn’t gotten used to moving yet and is the most vulnerable of the three.

Considering it’s me, I would suggest we just turn this into all three main couples (AltDes, EziDes, ConDes) for triple the ‘fun’.

They feel a connection to DESMOND because he is created to be a complete copy of Sample 17 with an android body. Technically, his ‘genetics’ is more or less in that ‘white fuel’ he creates himself and a bunch of 1s and 0s makes up Sample 17’s entire DNA.

In a more… ‘strange’ level, they feel a connection to DESMOND and DESMOND feels a connection with them because they’re the closest species to one another. Both created from Sample 17.

If you want smut in this one, well, they see DESMOND as their Queen and they have the instinct to mate with their Queen because Sample 17’s genetic code had a hardwired ‘order’ of needing to reproduce sexually. (to create Desmond Miles but the order is still there). Otherwise, they feel the need to protect DESMOND and to satisfy his every desire.

The xenomorphs take one more and more characteristics of the ‘target’ ancestor in terms of personality and habits. On the flipside, DESMOND starts acting more… ‘selfish’ the longer he stays with the three.

This would end with the space station succumbing to the xenomorphs but Dr. Vidic manages to send out an SOS before he dies.

This is the part where we can focus on developing DESMOND’s relationship with the xenomorphs (insert smut here if you want).

Then… an Abstergo rescue ship is pinged on the radar and… more cannon fodders as well as the possibility of finally leaving the space station.

The twist is there’s an Assassin aboard the rescue ship and this Assassin would get in contact with DESMOND and realize who he is based on because the Brotherhood never forgot Desmond Miles. (this gives us the chance to make this either (1) DESMOND and the xenomorphs joining the Brotherhood for a sorta morally gray good guys scenario or (2) they kill the Assassin and go on full on corrupted “the world against us” setup)

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Wghat even is this???

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