#michael your brain damage is showing

[girlwiththegreenhat]

more script bits, still from big iron. as expected, kitt really Is prissy about michael's eating habits.

[cozylittleartblog]

JUST GUYS BEIN' DOODS

redraw of the meme under the cut

original by @knightmarebug

[sold2vlaykz]

Widows point guide

(How would each slasher react being a widow and they’re SCORE.)

(Is your favorite slasher a red flag? Good, bad? Or both! Maybe better!)

Michael Myers

When you didn’t show up for one day he looked around, maybe you tried to run away. Sirens swooshed by in the distance.

He went back home, a little focused wondering if you went there. He was strict, so he knew you wouldn’t have disobeyed him.

Weeks and months flew by, maybe you did get away. He didn’t really care he just went back on his spree.

One night, whilst stalking some wretched old woman to kill, the news had been on. An identification, you.

He didn’t know how to feel, so he ignored it and did what he knew how to, kill.

+2

There is this pit of longing that he has, it’s just as strong as the feeling to kill.

+1

He knows you’re not there is a way to put it, he can feel your absence. But he continues to do what he does.

TOTAL SCORE- HE KNOWS🚩

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Jason Voorhees

You died by a survivor, you were trying to find Jason and got shot because you accidentally startled the girl with the gun.

He raged, slaughtering everyone. Anything nearby, he grabbed your limp body and took you into the shed, trying to manage as much as he could.

He finally came to an understanding that you were gone, he kept your body in a cradle on the wall.

Where his mothers used to be before turned to ash.

+2

Was more angry, more irrational.

+1

No more stalking or waiting. Just slaughtering who he could so no one could even come close to your bodies proximity.

+3

More hostile, uncoordinated.

-2

He suffered from PTSD the most, randomly hearing your voice when that was impossible. Seeing your things scattered in the little home.

+3

He kept any girl that looked like you, just to stare.

+1

TOTAL SCORE- WILL NEVER BE THE SAME! ✔️

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Pretzel Jack

He was distraught, completely destroyed. He was so sad that he went into the room and slept forever.

+10

TOTAL SCORE- WILL NEVER BE THE SAME ✔️

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Jacob goodnight

Would be sad, have his own internal mourning. He cried, got sad and became more aggressive and judgmental.

+1

You were helping him in clean up the place but you had tried and fell on a rusty out of place steal bar. It collapsed on your head and you passed away slowly.

He cried at seeing your body limp, throwing the metal bar as far as he could. He sat down cradling your body whilst wailing.

+2

He kept your body until it was nothing but ash and bone.

+3

Like Jason he was infatuated with girls who looked like you, caging them up and masturbating to them if they bear resemblance.

-3

Sometimes he’d have dreams of you, he’d kill them later on as a post-nutt clarity.

+1

But genuinely forever distraught, PTSD.

TOTAL SCORE- WILL NEVER BE THE SAME! ✔️

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Freddy Krueger

You died in a car accident. Didn’t care at all!

-1

Until he realized no one else would fuck him

-1

And love him or whatever.

+2

TOTAL SCORE- HE KNOWS 🚩

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BUBBA SAWYER

You were outside picking berries and accidentally slipped, your back landing in a nearby bear trap caused you to bleed out on the way back for help.

You didn’t come home from picking fruits so he immediately when out to look for you.

Once he found your body he roared hysterically, he carried your body home whilst crying to give you a proper burial.

Despite Hoyt telling him to cook you before you rot.

+1

Picks flowers for your burial spot everyday.

+3

Whenever there’s a holiday he still gets you flowers and keeps them in the room that still has all your stuff.

+3

Doesn’t let them throw away your things.

+2

Randomly remembers and cries

+3

TOTAL POINTS- PRECIOUS ANGEL! 🎀☑️

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STU MACHER

You died after a fall down the stairs. Oh that sucks.

+1

Kinda wishes you didn’t die

+2

TOTAL SCORE- EMOTIONALLY CHALLENGED🚩

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THE BABADOOK

You were outside and mugged, you had been pistol whipped and died from brain damage.

Awh who’ll feed him worms now?!

+3

No one to cuddle with!?

+3

He’s hungry

+3

TOTAL SCORE - AUTHORS FAVORITISM!! 🎀☑️

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CHUCKY

Oh shit.

-1

Converts your soul into a doll.

+5

TOTAL SCORE- HE KNOWS, AND CARES! ❎

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Hannibal lecter

You died by police crossfire. He grieved silently. He still has a picture of you in a locked.

+3

He slowly begins to move on.

-2

Your a sensitive topic to bring up

+1

TOTAL SCORE- HE KNOWS, AND CARES! ❎

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ART THE CLOWN

Oh you’re dead?

-1

Okay.

-5

TOTAL SCORE- WHY DO I CARE AGAIN? ❌🚩

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SCORE BOARD

TERRIBLE =❌🚩

BAD= 🚩

OKAY= ❎

GOOD= ✔️

AMAZING = 🎀☑️

[grudgecollector]

Little Lamb

Pairing: Poly TLB / Fem!Reader Request: Ok i finally came up with a request for you that as been on my mind for a hot minute. So i was thinking a poly lost boys (or just dwayne or paul if you don't wanna write for poly i don't mind which one) with a fem s/o who just loves doing their hair and styling their outfits, maybe putting makeup on them? Vampires cant see themselves in the mirror so they gotta make sure they look dope somehow! Why not help each other out! Maybe if she's a vampire to they like to return the favor. I have no clue why this just seems like an adorable thing to do. Story Summary: A peaceful night at the Emerson household has you reminiscing about the past Words: 2k Tags/Warnings: The boys live!AU, slight canon plot changes, slight angst, reader having a toxic home life, some fluff A/N: So this may or may not have a part 2, this plot kind of sprang itself on me out of nowhere to be honest. Also sorry that it kind of jumps around a bunch, hopefully it makes sense. It's been a while since I've written for the boys so my brain was going crazy.

@aviradasa

The Emerson household was alight with life, laughter bouncing off the expansive walls and high sitting ceiling. There was a warm glow from the fireplace, the chill of what could classify as a rainy winter day in Santa Carla quickly snuffed out. The sound of crackling wood blended with the music that played throughout the living room, Creedence Clearwater Revival’s Suzie Q washing over you in a beautiful symphony. 

Warmth from the fire crawled up your back as you stood behind Paul, who had perched himself happily on a chair brought in from the dining table. 

“Can you stay still?” Your hands settling on Paul’s shoulders, a small smile finding its way to your lips. 

His foot bounced harshly against the coral colored carpet on the living room floor, making it harder for you to work on his hair like he had requested. And you didn’t want to risk accidentally burning the back of his neck with your hair straightener, even if it wouldn’t actually do much damage to his cold skin. 

Paul’s hair was tangled and ratty, stiff from overuse of a product that you were sure was probably long expired. It took thirty minutes of brushing, and gentle tugging, before you could finally run your fingers freely through the thick golden locks. 

“Sorry, sweetcheeks.” He chuckled softly, tilting his head back with a soft smile. 

The rest of the boys were scattered about the downstairs of the house. 

Dwayne was sitting on the couch, long legs stretched across the cushions of the couch, ankles crossed as he listened to Sam gush about a new comic he had recently bought. Occasionally, the teenager would flip through the colorful pages, showing Dwayne the fight scenes he thought were particularly cool. 

David was standing next to Michael, staring down at his Grandfather’s old taxidermy work. They laughed quietly amongst themselves as Michael pointed at the dust covered fox's beady eyes, clearly not made as carefully as his more recent works. 

“This thing is fuckin’ freaky, man.” You could hear Michael say as he picked up a beaver with similar beady eyes. David laughed as he poked the glassy faux eyes with his fingers. 

Marko was in the kitchen with Star and Laddie, finding the table a perfect place to sit themselves as Marko taught her how to properly sew patches onto her jacket. 

You ruffled Paul’s hair, finally done styling the top to be big and wild like he usually had it. What would have been a choppy fringe was curled back, small tufts of hair curling back, making his hair look like a golden ocean of subtle waviness. 

“Alright hair’s done.” You say finally, setting down the half empty can of hairspray on the coffee table. 

“Sweet! Dwayne, how do I look, man?” Paul leans forward a little, hands tapping against his knees excitedly. 

Sam looks over at the blonde, lips quirked up in a smirk “Like an idiot.” The teenager replies, laughing as the vampire shoots him a glare. 

“I wasn’t asking for your opinion, squirt. So butt out.” 

Their tones were light and joking, no real malice behind their jabs. 

It was nice to see that things could smooth over as well as they did after everything that happened two years ago between the Emersons, Max, and the boys. A chaotic fight that ended with Max being torn apart by the six vampires. 

The decades of built up anger of his four “sons” reared its wicked head in those final moments. His own creations turned him into nothing, their loyalty had been worn thin long ago. Pieces of torn flesh and scattered limbs was all that remained of his once looming body. 

After Max’s death there was no change within the group, the icy grip of immortality still holding tight. A false hope instilled by the Frog brothers, thinking that if the head vampire was killed, it would end everything.

To Michael and Star it was a saddening defeat, disappointment clouding their brains for months on end as they were both forced to come to terms with their new life. 

“Max was turned by an old vampire long before I was even a concept to the world. The true “Head Vampire” as you like to call it. It would be almost impossible to find him now.” David had told them a few nights after, growing tired of Michaels complaining. 

“The elders hide in the shadows, they aren’t fond of taking risks. The way they live… It’s honestly pathetic.” He chuckled, inhaling what remained of his cigarette before crushing it under his boot.

“So you just expect us to live like this? Like fucking monsters?” Michael glared at him, fists clenching at his sides in irritation.

“Lighten up Emerson, it ain’t all that bad. You’ll see that.” David winked at his unwilling companion, whirling himself around to bark orders at the other vampires.

Their adjustment was chaotic, Star and Michael were on a warpath that needed to be snuffed out quickly before more eyes shifted in their direction.

While humans would never suspect something as impossible as vampires, murderers were never a far away concept. 

“You look good Paul.” Dwayne mused, flipping through the comic Sam handed him. 

“Awesome.” He smiles, standing quickly and turning to kiss you on the cheek, “You’re the best, sweetheart.” 

Marko steps into the living room with a jingle to his step, shaking his jacket a little as he holds it up for you to look at. The new patch he had sewn on was a beautiful piece of art he had cut out from a cloth canvas, a dark castle with subtle moon light casting over the tower peaks. 

The jacket was a little newer and darker in contrast to the much more colorful one he usually wore. Most of the things sewn on or hanging from it were things gifted to him by you, Star, and the other boys. He had been working on it for a good month or two now. 

“What’cha think?” He asked, “I might end up covering most of it up with more patches. It feels too empty.” He mused, running his index finger over the empty black spaces that stretched past the castle itself. “Paul found some old bottle caps in the cave a few weeks ago, was thinking about using those. Maybe cut up some old shirts, not sure.” 

Your eyes drift over towards your duffle bag, having been spending the last night or two sleeping on the couch in the Emerson household. 

Your parents were fighting again, and you couldn’t stand being stuck in such a volatile home. 

Typically you would find yourself sleeping in the overly decorated corner you had taken up in the cave, but the winding roads were slick from the recent rain storms, a rare but welcome shower to quench the thirst of overly dry foliage. 

So you found yourself rubbing your teary eyes on the doorstep, Lucy’s small hands ushering you inside with a kind smile. She didn’t think to pry too much, knowing the environment you grew up in after the many simple talks the two of you have had. 

She was more of a mother to you than your own, understanding, comforting, always welcoming you with open arms. 

Your fingers tugged on the zipper quickly, digging through your clothes until you fished out an old shirt. 

A woman’s painted eyes stared back at you, her fingers twisting oddly above a dark blue crystal ball, dark burgundy scarf covering most of her wild hair, heavy makeup darkening her bright green eyes, the background of the picture was filled with twisting dark purple and pink curtains. The picture adopted quite a similar darkness that adorned Marko’s new project. 

“You could use this too, I don’t wear it much anymore.” 

He grabbed it from your hand, examining it before smiling. “Hell yeah. Thanks babe.” He made his way back over to the kitchen.

Truthfully you just grabbed whatever your hands touched before stuffing it into your duffle bag, trying to get out of that house as quickly as you possibly could. Most of the shirts you had grabbed in your rush didn’t fit anymore, that being one of them. 

There was a slight pang deep in your chest, guilt clawing at your throat. 

What else were you meant to do? You wasted away most of your life acting as a shield for your mother, taking the brunt of your step dad’s abuse in order to keep her safe. The truth was that you were simply tired now, no longer sporting the clouded mind of a confused teenager, hell bent on bringing her broken family back together. 

A sigh falls from your lips sadly. Your ears perk up slightly as you hear the all too familiar ring of spurs on David’s boots. The black steel toes came into your line of sight as you closed the duffle bag again. 

You look up at him with a small forced smile, taking his extended hand. His gloved fingers came up to your cheek, the leathery thumb stroking across your skin as he asked-

“What’s on your mind, doll?” A voice ushered you from your deep thoughts, your fingernails stilling against the dry blood on your knuckles. Your eyes stayed glued to the railing of the boardwalk, unable to look up and allow him- whoever he was- to see the pathetic sadness in your eyes.

“Can I help you with something?” The reply was cold, uninterested in having a conversation with overly curious strangers. 

“Well… I don’t think it’s me that’s in need of helping.” There was a light chuckle that came from his lips, “You just looked lonely is all.” 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, pushing yourself away from the railing. You internally prepare yourself to scold the stranger for bothering you. 

Your glare softened though once you looked at him. His piercing eyes swirled with amusement. He was a lot more attractive than you previously assumed he would be, falsely believing that he would be some worn down drunkard looking to score a night alone with a lady. 

No, he was beautiful, piercing blue eyes boring straight into your soul, as if he was trying to read your mind. 

There was the scruffy start of a beard on his face, an almost flirtatious smirk playing at his dusty pink lips, his blonde hair was styled to stand on the top of his head before sweeping down into a mullet. He wore dark clothes, a layering of a leather jacket, trench coat, and a simple black shirt beneath it all. 

He was unlike anyone you had seen walking along the boardwalk. It was almost hypnotizing, drawing you in without your knowledge. He was like a venus flytrap, dangerous yet alluring. 

“You look like you need a distraction.”

And a distraction it was. You spent the whole night walking along the boardwalk talking with David, his faithful companions not far behind. You know now that you would have suffered the same fate as Michael and Star if you had taken up his offer for a ride. 

But even with your caution, you would continue to seek out David’s presence on the nights you walked beneath the neon glow. Your eyes would wander the throngs of tourists scattered along the boardwalk, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious blonde. 

“I’m just worried about my mom.” You finally replied, unable to hide the truth from him. 

“I already told you we could deal with that step dad of yours.” David replied softly, he was always so tender with you. 

You couldn’t help but smile a little before rolling your eyes, already having this conversation more times than you could count on both hands “David…” Your tone was light. 

“I’m just sayin’.” He smirked, holding one hand up in surrender, “I hate seeing you down.” 

You felt another pair of arms slide around your waist from behind, Paul’s gaze meeting David’s with a teasing glint. 

“Such a big softie, isn’t he?” The blonde chuckled, brushing his nose against the back of your ear lightly before bringing his forehead to your shoulder, “I’m so fucking bored. Can we please go do something.” 

You couldn't stop the light laugh that came from you, an all too familiar sentence leaving your mouth.

"What do you have in mind?"

You could practically hear the echo of David's reply ring through your ears, that night flashing through your mind briefly.

“Oh, I’m sure we can find something to entertain ourselves tonight. Isn’t that right boys?”

[slxshrfvcker]

slashers with a s/o who listens to metalcore

Featured above the cut:

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Featured below the cut:

Patrick Bateman

Michael Myers

Hannibal Lecter

Will Graham

Welcome To Horrorwood

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Billy Loomis & Stu Macher

Billy Loomis

Billy would be more amped up about the fact you listen to the metal genre, because he definitely enjoys it too.

If he comes home to you in your room dancing around and head banging to Slipknot or Korn or whatever your taste is, you bet your ass he’s gonna join in with you and rock out to your favorite songs too!

Loves to watch you attempt to sing the lyrics to songs like Custer by Slipknot or Freak On A Leash by Korn.

The song you both vibe together the most with is definitely Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit.

Extra points if you can play the electric guitar/bass, drums or some other instrument incorporated in the metal band genre.

Would be kinda freaked out at first by your fry vocals (if you could do them) but learns to appreciate them because he’s never seen anyone do it in person (poor babes is probably the only metalhead in Woodsboro…)

Definitely agrees to going to a concert (either locally or out of town) with you to see you vibe and enjoy yourself at your favorite band’s shows (he obviously will enjoy himself too!)

Will beat the shit out of whoever elbows you or something at a show

Then kills them after

Also kills anyone for bashing your music tastes

Stu Macher

Shocked at the fact you like such heavy stuff but kinda not at the same time because hello? He’s best friends with Billy for fucks sake.

Smiles and watching you from the side lines as you head bang and dance around to your music. (He might join in with you, with enough convincing)

He’s probably gonna agree to go with you to your fav band’s shows but he insists he has to hear ear protective things because he doesn’t want to get “a headache”. (You both forget anyways)

He will sit back and watch in adoration and amazement if you can play an instrument, the fry screams though will definitely freak him out (he’ll pretend that they don’t though)

Supportive of your music tastes anyways, he loves you for you and not just your music likes.

Kills anyone who hurts your feelings for liking the band/s you like. And also if you get hurt at a show he’s already planning to kill them afterwards.

Patrick Bateman

Honestly annoyed with the fact you like such violent heavy shit and would not hesitate to ask you to turn it down/off if he isn’t in the mood to deal with it

What the hell are you doing—? Why are you throwing your head back and forth like that? Are you brain damaged or something???

“Darling can you stop singing that god awful song I’m trying to focus here,”

Probably breaks your music player a few times bc he’s beyond annoyed with the songs blasting (he eventually will buy a new one)

Refuses to go to any shows with you because as I said before he dislikes it a lot

But if you come home hurt emotionally and or physically he will kill those who caused your pain.

Michael Myers

What is this?

It’s so loud and heavy but he kinda likes it?

Will probably just stand back and watch you vibe for a while before turning around and going to go do god knows what

If he comes home late at night and you are still rocking out he’ll simply turn it off and stare at you as if saying “it’s late go to bed”

He honestly doesn’t care if you come home all bruised from getting kicked or something at your show, he would give an amused look because you put yourself in that position to get hurt, but if you are truly upset or hurt pretty badly (bleeding or broken bones bad) he will begrudgingly go out and kill that person after tending to your wounds.

He honestly doesn’t even care what music you like as long as it doesn’t affect him physically/mentally

Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham

Their darling y/n liking such loud music?

Very odd to them because you look so cute and innocent, even with the way you dress (if you like all of the black and band tees)

They love to watch you vibe dance and headbang to your music because you look so damn cute doing it!!!

Takes you to every metal show you ever want to see, just so you are happy <33

If you get hurt by any means from anyone, then expect to have a very delicious meal the next day prepared by yours truly

They both pitch in to buy you albums, music players and instruments for you to enjoy your music more!

Very supportive of you no matter what, they love you! You are their darling y/n and you mean so much to them.

[bullet-prooflove]

Give Me A Chance - EZ Reyes x Reader (feat: Michael 'Riz' Ariza)

Tagging: @annetje @infinity-mars @danzer8705 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @est1887 @the-wandering-lunatic @alwaysachorusgirl @anime-weeb-4-life @vannabanana1995 @multifandomloversworld @camelia35 @queeniesdiary @est1887 @justazzie

It was the briefest touch, a brush of fingertips across his when you handed him his beer and EZ was hooked. He didn’t know what it was at first. He’s felt love before, he thinks he had it with Emily but this thing with you, it’s different. It’s fathomless and deep, a compulsion he can’t seem to stop himself giving into, which is why he ends up at this bar night after night, talking shit with you in the quiet moments.

He watches out for you in the loud ones, when the game is on TV and your patrons are getting a little too rowdy, when two drunks knock into each other and cause a fight, when someone gets a little too handsy. He makes his presence known, sometimes all it takes is a glower before things begin to settle again. You don’t ask for it, you don’t need a knight in shining armour, at least that’s what you tell him, but you appreciate it none the less.

EZ’s read enough books to know what he’s feeling, to recognise the emotions that raise up inside of him whenever he’s in your presence. That surge of protectiveness when another man enters your personal space, the tenderness when you look at him with that smile on your face, the one that makes him feel like he’s the only one in the fucking room.

Once more he finds himself captivated by your motions as he perches on a stool at the bar beside Riz. There’s an elegance to your movements, a rhythm that he can’t hear. You move like a dancer; with a fluidity and grace he could never hope to accomplish. He wonders if that translates into your more intimate moments, if your thighs will fit as perfectly as he imagines above his hips, if your back bows, arching upwards as you come, taking him deeper. The thought of it makes his body flush with heat and his cock harden against the seam of his jeans. He’s thought about a thousand nights with you, about his hands running through your hair, the swell of your curves against him as he kisses you until you’re breathless. He wants to stare into those alluring eyes of yours as he loves you with slow languid touches that have his name rolling from your lips.

“Ezekiel…”

You tilt your head as you say his name, waving your hand in front of his face to get his attention and suddenly he’s brought back to the moment.

A busy bar on a Friday night, Riz’s girl up on stage, singing a song about how falling in love isn’t really about falling at all, it’s about finding that missing piece of yourself inside someone else. There’s an honesty in the words, one he feels resonating as he looks at you.

“Ezekiel.” You say again, tapping the back of his hand with your fingertips. It’s like a jolt of electricity underneath the surface of his skin, he wants to know if you feel it too. He almost asks you before he realises, he’s missed what you’ve just said to him. “I know you’re working some beautiful mind shit up in there but you still have to pay for your drink, just like everyone else.”

It takes a second for your words to filter through to his brain. When they do his cheeks flush because he’s been so fucking captivated by you that he hasn’t realised, his wallet is still sitting in his back pocket.

“Shit sorry.” His arm jerks, colliding with his beer glass, spilling the contents of it across the bar. Riz yelps as it soaks his elbow, twisting in his seat to assess the damage. “Fuck.”

You laugh off the spillage, snatching up a cloth from under the counter before wiping up the mess. Christ, even your laugh does something to him. It sets something alight inside of him, there’s a glimmer of joy in his chest and he finds himself grinning like a fucking idiot as he clutches his wallet in his hand.

“That one is going on your tab.” You tell him, holding up the empty glass to show him. “You still drinking what’s on tap?”

He nods his agreement before you turn your back to him. You’re wearing a black sheer shirt tonight with a high collar, he can see the etchings of floral tattoo creeping up your lower back and disappearing under the black vest top you are wearing underneath. He thinks about tracing it with his fingertips as you lay amongst his sheets, his lips trailing over each of the delicate petals.

“Jesus.” Riz utters taking his wallet from his grasp and removing one of the bills. “It’s like you and Angel aren’t even related.”

He removes a pen from inside his kutte and scribbles something along the outside of the bill. You’re already putting the fresh glass of beer down on the bar when Riz pushes the bill towards you, tapping the writing lightly with his finger.

“His phone number.” Riz tells you, jerking his head towards EZ. “In case the two of you decide you want to get together outside this place.”

You hold up the bill for a minute, examining it before sliding it across to EZ. “Is that a 9 or an 8?”

He leans in close, analysing the digits that Riz has scrawled block capitals on the note. The scent of your perfume floods his senses, a hint of jasmine and something that reminds him of spring. He’s never been great at differentiating; eidetic memory only works on a visual level, but he thinks he’ll remember that fragrance for the rest of his life.

“It’s an 8.” He finds himself saying.

You sigh and it feels like he’s been stabbed in the chest because he reads it as a rejection. He can feel himself withdrawing, he’s misread the situation clearly. He’s new to this, getting out of prison has fucked with his social skills, he’s pretty good with most situations but when it comes to romance, the only person he’s been with was Emily and that was almost a decade ago. He’s rusty at best.

Your hand comes to rest on his, thumb trailing over the scar on the back of his hand from a cut he’d gotten at the scrapyard in his first week working there.

“I like you.” You tell him truthfully, turning over his hand so you could follow the raised path of the scar. He inhales at the sensation of your fingertip caressing his palm. “I think you’re smart, funny and I think you have a kind heart…”

“But?” he questions.

“This bar takes up a lot of my time and a lot of my patience.” You tell him, your lips pursing together grimly. “The hours aren’t sociable; a lot of people think they can handle that…”

“…until they can’t.” He finishes for you. “You’ve been burned before.”

“Pretty much.” You summarise before meeting his gaze. “And I don’t do hook ups so that leaves with me pretty much with zero romantic prospects. I don’t have anything to give you to make this worth your while.”

Fuck those words hurt him. The fact you sound so listless, that you perceive your value to be based on what you can give other people. He wants to know who the fuck did that to you, who made you feel like you were worthless, like you have nothing to offer.

He entwines your fingers with his own before raising them to his mouth. His heated breath ghosts across your knuckles before his lips brush over the back of your hand, his umber eyes fixed on yours.

“I can handle it.” He tells you resolutely. “And you don’t have to give me anything. You finish up here and want to grab breakfast, I’m game. You wanna hangout somewhere and watch the sunrise, that works for me. You know what I do, you know my job isn’t linear. We’ll figure shit out, work around each other.”

“EZ…” You begin but he cuts you off.

“Just give me a chance.” He asks you, there’s a yearning in his voice, one that strikes a chord in your heart, because you want this with him. You want lazy mornings in the flat upstairs, him in your bed your fingertips ghosting over the shape of his tattoos as he sleeps. You want to see the sunrise from the water tower, the glow of it bathing the town in light with his arm slung around your shoulder. “Just give me one chance to prove I’m not like the others.”

He stares at you, and you stare back, you can see the honesty in his gaze, the resolution. He’d dedicated to this, dedicated to you and you want it to work so badly that you feel your resolve crack.

“Ok.” You tell him, covering his hand with both of your own. “Let’s get breakfast together.”

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[optimisticsaladalpaca]

What the fuck. Like, seriously. What in the fuck was this post back in April. Who in their right mind actually sat their ass down to go on a whole rant about how an indie animation is a clone of another show that came out after the first? You can tell that this person was born with an ability. And that ability is stupidity.

Ok, so let's recap on this major 'what the fuck' post. I'm just going to point out things that makes absolutely no sense.

Do you know how many shooting games tend use firearms as one of the weapons when you first play it? Do you not know that firearms existed waaaaaay before Helluva Boss was getting developed? Because I guarantee you, Helluva Boss was not the only one that referenced about firearms at all. There's no originality. It's just straight up inspiration. Who cares if Lackadaisy is using similar weapons! You're acting like Helluva Boss owns that shit, dawg.

So actors can't voice another character after the previous one? Wow! Didn't think that was a rule now. My fucking god bloody hell... Michael Dietz who voiced Vee from The Owl House was the same lady who voiced Amethyst from Steven Universe for gods sake. Why is Michael Kovach voicing Rocky a bad thing? All because he used to be Angel Dust? Be glad that he's actually voicing a character that doesn't constantly swear and bring up corny middle school sex jokes that take up almost half of the pilot.

...This right here was one of the most stupidest takes I've ever seen in media and it will forever stay in my memory. Because what. The actual. Fuck. MOXXIE AIN'T THE ONLY ONE THAT WEARS A BOWTIE, BRO!

SO MANY SHOWS AND MOVIES ALWAYS GOT THAT ONE FANCY PERSON THAT NEEDS A BOWTIE, ESPECIALLY GIRLS. THERE'S NO ORIGINALITY. ANY CHARACTER CAN WEAR A BOWTIE...HOW IS THAT COPYING? THAT'S LIKE SAYING A CERTAIN CAR IS A COPY OF YOURS BECAUSE IT'S THE SAME COLOR LIKE...HUH? WHY WOULD YOU JUDGE FRENKLE BASED ON CLOTHING? WHO DOES THAT??? DOES THE OP HAVE BRAIN DAMAGE? HAVE THEY SEEN DONALD DUCK? BECAUSE HE WEARS A BOWTIE TOO... WHAT ABOUT MUSICIANS? BUTLERS? BUSINESS WORKERS? THEY ALL WEAR A BOW TIES...

Lackadaisy has been worked on since 2006 and it has wonderful world building with enjoyable characters that you can actually love. It's also refreshing because it doesn't have unnecessary sex jokes or swearing just to prove that it's "mature." And it actually has funny humor. Lackadaisy is it's own thing and I love the concept of it being in St Louis and that it takes place in the 1920s. Not to mention, it took the Lackadaisy crew four years to work on the animation pilot. Fucking 4 and it hasn't changed it's story since it was first created years ago. It had it's own ideas and interesting plot, while Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel have been getting worked on AFTER that! Plus, they aren't even comparable. They are completely different.

Lackadaisy is about cats that wanna shoot each other until their eyes stop activating. Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel take place in literal HELL. LACKADAISY TAKES PLACE ON EARTH 😬....

These Helluva Boss, Hazbin Hotel fans make me sick. Lackadaisy is better than both of these trashy shows and that's my own opinion. The fact that an actual great western pilot is getting compared to a horny demon show is beyond me.

[erikiara80]

Joyce, Hopper and Terry's message

I've already talked about the many Kali-Henry parallels, but there are other very interesting things. For example, like other people pointed out, Axel's mask is also at Melvald's (and the girl's mask is a tiger, hm)

Brain damaged. The only close up we get of the tattoo is in 2x01. Mike also mentions brain damage in S3, when he's worried about El. So, 2x01, the first time we see Kali, starts with a police chase, Brain Damaged tattoo and Kali creating an illusion that causes a car accident. What could it mean for El? If you follow my blog, you know my car crash theory. A car accident in the past that involved Hopper, maybe drowning, and then being revived? (Breath! She wasn't breathing)

A bald man even says to El: You're dead! We're all dead! (Ten in 4x01: Ellis and Six. Dead. They're both dead)

The only bald child in the show is Sarah. And she's dead. And the other scene where we see bald people (the prisoners) and kids are mentioned, is when Hopper yells at Dimitri that his son is not his son.

But this also seems connected to Joyce. In this scene we see Kali and El in front of a wrecked green car (there's also a green car in Terry's memory), the words mom and Janice (J, like Joyce), No. (number) and Ace.

Green car, mom J, police, El, car accident and Kali (Number One)

But speaking of Sarah. Dottie wears a clown mask. There are clowns on Sarah's pajamas, and Will was scared of clowns.

In 2x07 we see a flashback of what Kali does before the police chase in 2x01. I think it could be another hint at what happened in the past, maybe even what caused the car chase and the accident. Kali kills a man connected to the lab: one of the articles El reads in 2x05 is about the abduction of a newborn boy from a hospital by a nurse, who is later found dead from a gunshot wound in her house. Name of the journalist: Frank Williams

This extra, a blonde pregnant woman. El's mother? But the number on the bus is 4+2+2= 8 (or ten, if we count the other 2). Not eleven. Eight/Kali makes people see or not see whatever she chooses, so I wonder what is true and what not in Terry's memories.

The song that plays in this scene is Runaway

All your life all you asked is when's your daddy gonna talk to you. But you were living in another world, trying to get your message through

Then shot of the cops. This reminds me of Hopper seeing and hearing Sarah, but telling himself that it was all in his mind.

(end of the episode, when El sees her dad in the void, Mike says almost the same words. He too is trying to get a message through. I need to get through! I need to get through! I need to warn them. It's a trap!)

The cops are drinking coffee. Like coffee and contemplation (and donut). First thing Hopper says, when Flo tells him that Joyce can't find her son. And he has his coffee mug in S2, when he and Murray talk about the girl, the "russian spy".

In 2x05, at Terry's, before El enters the room, this is what they're saying on the TV:

Name a way you occupy your time when you're having a boring day at work. Drink coffee. "Drink coffee" said Mike. ... Yeah! Five answers will beat it, Lynn. [Lynn] Visit with other employees. [host] "Visit with other employees!" Terry: Rainbow.

Mike? Well, maybe not our Mike. I'm thinking about the many Michael Myers references, and Mikhail not being Dimitri's son.

Drinking coffee when you have a boring day at work -> coffee and contemplation. So, the first thing they do is connecting Terry and Hopper. And they do it in S1 too, when Becky says twice, with a smile, that Terry and Hopper would get along. They even have the same octagon table. Eight again...

The name Lynn. Like Vera Lynn? Her song, We'll meet again, plays after the sauna scene in S3, when we see the crowd of Flayed people. A song about Vera Lynn is in Pink Floyd album The Wall (Ross posted the photo of the poster a few weeks ago) which was released in 1979. I could be wrong, but...

Vera Lynn-> 1979, and Terry's first word, after Lynn says "visit with other employees", is rainbow

Could this be a hint that Terry wasn't just a subject of the experiments, but worked with Brenner? (employee) That she was Mama to Brenner's Papa?

Back to the coffee. Not only do they mention it on the TV, but then Terry shows El two coffee mugs, when she changes the channels, after a police chase (Kali calls Hopper policeman) But why would Terry show El police chases and coffee mugs? The other commercials seem about the lab. Terry is not just randomly changing the channels. She's talking. And for some reason, she's including Hopper in her message.

Blonde woman. Not sure if she stands for Terry or Virginia.

The score: 91, 64 -> 9+1, 6+4. Ten and ten. One and One. Or two. Lol, or eleven. I have to make a post about all the other things they show on that TV.

After the blonde woman, Terry shows El donuts. Many identical donuts and Was it worth the trip? Imo, a hint at the lab kids.

Then a Computer Supercenter. The Lab. MkUltra. I think Will's visual aid about Alan Turing hints at that too, not just at his queerness.

Then the police chase and the coffee mugs. But, like I said, if all this is about Terry and El's past, what does Hopper have to do with it?

Unless Terry is connecting El and Sarah. Maybe in S5 we're going to see Sarah's story in the lab, but I doubt it, or maybe Sarah and El were swapped at the hospital (after the car chase?) and that's why there are so many parallels between Hopper, Joyce and Terry?

Joyce and her coffee mug! But the coffee is drugged. Interesting.

Another big clue, imo. Ray was in Vietnam (here) And there's an extra who resembles Hopper in Terry's memory

It's just crazy how connected Joyce, Hopper and Terry are.

[caffedrine]

Having played both routes for Gilbert, do you think Emma's feelings in the end are genuine or more like Stockholm Syndrome?

TL:DR Gilbert and Emma have a very unhealthy relationship. It should not be idealized or emulated by anyone, healthy or even unhealthy. Strive to be a better person than Gilbert, if not for yourself, then at least for those around you.

So, I went down the rabbit hole of Stockholm Syndrome, which has some very interesting articles, including those that suggest it has a misogynistic basis. Essentially, the concern is that it is a catch-all to silence victims’ voices. What the victims say doesn’t matter, because they’re all delusional, their own thoughts and sense of agency are meaningless because they’re suffering from Stockholm Syndrome. On that note, can anyone name a man who is an example of someone suffering from Stockholm syndrome?

While I do want to give a definite answer on whether or not Emma is suffering from Stockholm syndrome, I worry if the question itself is the right question to ask, and if it ignores Emma’s sense of agency in Gilbert’s route.

One of the reasons I appreciate Gilbert’s version of Emma is that she has a strong sense of agency and the ability to make her own decisions. While she has no choice but to entertain Gilbert as his ‘friend’, she chooses to be genuine, and try to make peace between Rhodolite and Obsidian possible. When she is confronted with being sent into exile or sent to Obsidian as Gilbert’s hostage, Emma decides to confront Gilbert head-on and go to Obsidian. She has a line that it’s not about what he’s promised in the treaty they are finalizing, but one last opportunity to see her ideals through. While in Obsidian, Emma continues to make rational decisions, even though I personally don’t agree with all of them.

On choking: Yes, that was total bullshit for Gilbert/Cybrid. Still, after reading how Emma responded afterward, I don’t think she was traumatized by it (even if she probably should, for her own safety). She appears to still have her own sense of agency and makes rational decisions that I do not necessarily agree with. The feelings of love she has for Gilbert don’t seem to arise from a need to cope with her situation or appeal to Gilbert to keep him from hurting her. Rightly or wrongly, Emma sees their similarities and thinks she understands Gilbert’s motivations. Whether or not you agree with her, whether or not you think Gilbert is worthy of them, I think this Emma's love for Gilbert is genuine.

There is a scene where Emma doesn’t divulge all the information about Obsidian/Gilbert to Chevalier. I think this is not her being hostile towards Rhodolite, but her accepting her role as someone who is on Obsidian’s side and has to safeguard the country first. I don’t think this is a trauma response.

So, overall, I don’t think that Emma is showing signs of Stockholm Syndrome.

That isn’t to say that she and Gilbert are in a healthy relationship.

Gilbert has most of Cybird’s classic yandere traits: He’s possessive of Emma’s time and attention, he gets jealous when she spends too much time with other people, he has been making Michael stalk her since they were teens, and his emotions for her are all twisty. He loves and hates her, he’s repulsed and attracted to her, just to name a few. It's impossible for him to be in a healthy relationship at this point.

Don't you just love the yandere?

A quick note about choking:

It’s never acceptable for your partner to do this to you, or for you to do it to your partner without permission. Even with permission, it should not be done; choking someone has been shown to cause micro seizures in their brain, damaging it. In short, even surviving choking has lasting detrimental effects on the victim’s outcome, some of which may take years to manifest.

[knightofleo]

https://64.media.tumblr.com/576c7b6f2899350f0b12cf28f723eb8d/66a2bf1b5b7f6451-2d/s640x960/862edbd24a7ac298acaf739128e729ae31a6728d.pnj I watched some Snoopy clips on Twitter, it's a cheaply veiled PSA for gov't propaganda: Hey kids you want to be a Scientist, they're cool... Snoopy pretends to fly. Point is even if you never watched Snoopy indoctrinate you: We're all ingrained with the idea this life is the only one we must live for. But if we pay attention we rarely make it to our 100th attempt at any one thing because our soul gets bored with creation [created things], we need our CREATOR to fill us that is fulfillment. Tim Keller said the problem with modern people is we feel we deserve a good life, meaning we don't deserve bad things. As a result, rather than accept what is, & try to learn what each event is teaching us about ourselves. We instead try to find a way to force reality to fit our desires or perspective. [Tim Keller: Power for Facing Trouble] In 1973 Karl Menninger wrote book noting how society replaced morals with medical model: For most of our problems, we use a medical model. For example: People who are terribly bitter, they will not forgive. But what do they say: They’re hurting, never admit they’re bitter. Hurting—that’s a medical term for a moral problem. You do NOT have a medical problem; you’ve got a moral problem! Research findings show 90% of Americans believe they show the kind of love in life, that if everybody showed, would make Society all right. Yet Psychologists say no one is ever healed because we are constantly being damaged by others. Even Brain Surgeons have noted the brain surprisingly does not feel pain & Dr. Wilder Penfield said no matter what he did, he could never cut-out enough of a person's brain to remove their personality. [Michael Egnor: Evidence Against Materialism] Saying this shows there is something untouchable beyond the physical realm, the thing David Attenborough says is why he remains agnostic because he's seen blind termites incapable of detecting his presence & so he wonders if we have the same lack of sense perception to detect GOD. The Bible says we know GOD exists, & every time we fail in life is one step closer to meeting our MAKER voluntarily or literally. [YouTube: Off the Kirb Ministries | Sir David Attenborough - Did You Catch It Too?] Have you ever invited JESUS into your mess?

[shallowseeker]

hi shall!!!! it’s whiskey!!! i wrote this post and wanted to know your thoughts on michael believing in chuck/god so strongly because he had to, and what could’ve possibly swayed him sooner on chuck not being good? (ex: if he had been out of the cage when the it was damaged after amara was released or when jack was born) because i think knowing this information could have, considering he chooses willful ignorance. (or you could go the route that he knew somewhere deep down, but didn’t want to know, and that’s why he flipped so easily on him)

some things rattling in my head that are influencing this:

- when he first met dean, he told him that there is no such thing as free will—yet he goes out of his way to choose adam despite dean being his true vessel and part of god’s plan.

- so no matter what, he would’ve failed (as we learn later in s14…?) because chuck wanted to see a sam and dean in particular fight each other. however he didn’t know any of this. he just was under the impression that he needed to start the apocalypse and kill lucifer.

- he tells adam in 15x08 that he can’t ask the question [of why tfw believes god is playing them] because that means he doubts god—the good son, the favorite. but chuck tells lucifer that he’s his favorite! i’m currently picturing his reaction to this and it’s doing things to me.

- i agree with your post about chuck manipulating people through caring about people. it reminds me of when dean criticized jack for making promises to cas prior to his death in all along the watchtower. i do think this is why michael “went back to god” (because imo his lil speech sounds fake as hell) because he couldn’t bring adam back. so he wanted to be on his side because he thought chuck would.

- - (side note) he said his essence was pulled from their body, which begs into question where ‘away’ is, since it’s clearly not heaven. (this is in regards to chuck telling becky he sent her husband and kids ‘away’ before he did the same to her)

- the whole interaction between him and lucifer in s5. (“we’re brothers, we could just walk off the chessboard,” and michael actually looks like he wants to and says he can’t.)

sorry for this long post, i just genuinely feel like you’re the only one who gets my thoughts about this stuff and wanted to know if it tickles your brain in the same way. i’ve currently got a couple (midam-centric) fics in the works and needed to lose my mind in your inbox lol

hope you’re doing well!!!

Hello again! It seems like I confused myself on your question and smashed several things together, ehehe.

I'll try to add some thoughts on the specific things you pointed out:

michael believing in chuck/god so strongly because he had to, and what could’ve possibly swayed him sooner on chuck not being good?

Hmmm. There are a few things that we saw attenuate his behavior that are fun to consider here:

Adam. He wanted Adam to "be his guide" on Earth, showing an interest in spending time on Earth. It's interesting that his words echo Cas from 9x03: "In any event, I – I do now see how difficult life can be ...I think you'll be great teachers."

Cas. Their interactions are so fun! He fights with him! Sasses him! Cas lures him into a brawl, and then injects him with memories. And Cas is somewhat trustworthy, because instead of smiting Cas or calling him a liar, he sulks and despairs over the information, appealing to Adam for his opinion.

, As above, appealing to Adam about a difficult topic. This shows that Adam is someone he's grown to trust and identify with, and although he's sulky about it, he allows Adam to challenge him on his views (we see that he beats others that do in the past, like Zachariah, mirrored behavior with the AU version of Zacharaiah).

Arguably, the AU Michael also had the potential to turn on Chuck because "fulfilling his destiny" and tearing Lucifer apart "in the skies over Abilene" was so intensely painful and disillusioning that he named himself Destroyer of Worlds and vowed to hop worlds, destroying them until he "caught up to the old man" in order to kill him. Nonetheless, AU Michael had a moment where he longed for connection, soliloquizing to Jack about them being the same in 14x09 and later referring to the moment as "a moment of familial weakness that won't happen again."

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- when he first met dean, he told him that there is no such thing as free will—yet he goes out of his way to choose adam despite dean being his true vessel and part of god’s plan.

Oh, interesting! You're right. On the one hand, this points to a zealous desperation to fight Lucifer; on the other, he's almost Forcing Destiny (TM) to happen. Is he depressed or desperately searching for some mission in a life that has no inherent/fulfilling meaning?

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- so no matter what, he would’ve failed (as we learn later in s14…?) because chuck wanted to see a sam and dean in particular fight each other. however he didn’t know any of this. he just was under the impression that he needed to start the apocalypse and kill lucifer.

he tells adam in 15x08 that he can’t ask the question [of why tfw believes god is playing them] because that means he doubts god—

This makes me think about the concept of Heaven and persecution for not just actions but also thought crimes. Anna said something to that effect: We have to take it on faith... Which we're killed if we don't have.

I think this points to that Michael was also not immune to the power structure of Heaven. Of course, we can also take this as he's the originator of it... but somehow I think it spirals back to Chuck's former anger, as Metatron references enjoying Chuck's "former wrath" in 11x20, with this: "There he is. That's the guy I know!"

One might take this in summation with this line in 5x22: "What's this? Another one of God's tests?" ...as just one in a long line of Chuck's endless way of having his subjects and sons prove their love and obligations.

LUCIFER/SAM: We're going to kill each other. And for what? One of Dad's tests. And we don't even know the answer. We're brothers. Let's just walk off the chessboard.

This almost sounds like A test in a LONG LINE of tests. Hm? That's fairly cruel and would have longterm effects for both of them if so... And yes, we CAN certainly take Michael's action as a sign of "having little free will," but if it's attenuated by a long line of cruel obedience tests from Chuck, combined with Lucifer's long-running history of betrayals and Evil (TM)...

I think it's probably intertwined with a lot more than his simplified company line of Destiny (TM) than even he is willing to admit.

The anxiety/fear re; "one of dad's tests" is of particular interest to me here... Hm.

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so he wanted to be on his side because he thought chuck would.

Yes, my thinking is mostly indirect, but I quite like the thought! Lucifer's words about Jack, about referencing being "on the winning team." I just thought it was an interesting way to play it that Michael might be interested in the same thing, now that he has something to lose.

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I dunno how I did answering these for you @jack-deaniels but I hope you found some of this fun!

[adreamoverlife]

Hey ur post about gabriel and loki seems rad as hell but im kind of stupid. In your version what exactly is loki switching?? Is lucifer still in the cage in this version?

Hellooooo, Nah trust me you're not stupid, Just my writing brain always takes over while I'm making posts and makes them way more convoluted than they need to be lmao. I'm gonna use this as a jumping off point to explain more about this AU. So to answer your immediate questions, Loki switched places with Gabriel when he was supposed to be rescued in order to pretend to be him and Lucifer is out of the cage while Michael and Adam is still trapped.

And for a more detailed answer heres this:

So, this would happen in season 13 (I originally wrote this without thinking about Jack so I'm just gonna put him off the table for now.) Normal season 13 is Loki - Left Gabriel with Asmodeus and seemingly was playing mafia god in a few hotels before getting killed by Gabriel

Lucifer - Out of the cage and messing around on earth

Gabriel - Was in hell and then was rescued and brought to Sam and Dean

Michael - Still trapped in the cage with Adam

In the AU I Wrote up Loki - Took Gabriel's place in hell when the angel was supposed to be rescued and was taken to Sam and Dean under the guise of being Gabriel. For believability and to tie up a loose end he did still kill Asmodeus like Gabriel did in the show. While his main objective is to make Gabriel suffer it's also a little deeper than that. We know Lokis father had him chained to a rock with a snake dripping venom into his eye but he still speaks fondly of him, He doesn't just wanna destroy Gabs relationship with his brothers (because lets be real it's already dead as hell) but to prove that Gabriel COULD have had his family back and they COULD be happy together. Before eventually destroying it. It should be noted that whether or not Gab ACTUALLY could fix his family is a dubious claim at best, it's more about how Lokis forgiveness of his abusive family makes him toxic to everyone else. (I'll be referring to him as "Gabriel" when he's pretending to be him to other characters)

Lucifer - Still out of the cage but who was sought after by "Gabriel" in order to repair their relationship. This actually managed to tap into Lucifers softer side for a while before he mysteriously vanished after a late night convo with "Gabriel" in the bunker. Sam was the last one to see him before said convo. He is still alive and is most likely the one causing all of nature to start reclaiming the earth.

Gabriel - Was never saved from hell by Arthur Ketch but Loki had him put somewhere "better" aka somewhere he can watch what Lokis doing to his brothers. The idea that he might be literally trapped inside like a radio or tv station is really interesting to me and probably where he is. If Castiel can get turned into a clay figure why can't Gabriel be trapped behind a TVs glass screen?

Michael - Since the cage is canonically damaged by this point in the show I don't find it too impossible a powerful god like Loki could sneak in a wisp of his illusion magic. I imagine Michael and Adam are having their own kinda hell right now. And if Loki managed to break Michael out of the cage after winding him up a bit to cause maximum damage who knows. I'll have to think more on Michael specially.

I've written a few Ficlets for this but I haven't exactly given this au a beta reader so there might be a few plotholes or things im forgetting that happened in the actual season 13 but honestly I'm kinda just having fun with this idea. Hope its not too illegible lmao. If you have anymore questions please shoot me an ask

[froggipied]

For Science Chapter 3: R.E.M

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41680413/chapters/135273061

Word count: 3.7k

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Aperture Science Innovators is responsible for most concealed modern-day innovations, namely the creation of a quantum tunneling device, dubbed by test subjects and interns as ’the portal gun/device’. These interns have been fired for calling such an advanced piece of science something as stupid as a gun, and test subjects have been placed on the more advanced testing tracks for teaching the robots of aperture to call it a gun as well.

Aperture thanks you for not being nearly as stupid as those who came before you, and invites you to personally test the Aperture Science Portable Quantum Tunnelling Device.

–

“Elvira Scott. Head of neuroscience. We are here today to consider something our CEO had breached the surface of. The human condition, and how it applies to our robots. Here joining us, we have Assistant administrator of ‘R.E.M’, Michael Stafford” A middle aged woman with graying brown hair sits in the middle of the frame, addressing the camera as she shifts its position on a desk, turned towards the experiment the team would be conducting. A younger man stands not far behind her, gazing down through a glass panel to a room below, similar to that of the testing tracks, if only an observatory room. “Assistant Stafford, do you mind explaining what we’re here to do today?” the woman prompts him, and the man’s head turns a fraction.

“I believe you said it the best we can.”

“Perhaps, but in the event that Aperture’s contingency plan goes into play–”

“Miss Scott, I sincerely doubt these tapes will ever be found by a run-of-the-mill person.”

“Humor me, Michael.” Miss Scott states dryly as she pushes the camera forward, jostling the screen.

“Fine.” The man relents, though he speaks without facing the camera. “It’s a sleep study, sorta. While most sleep studies are meant to diagnose issues with the brain or body during sleep, like apnea, this is meant to study the function of dreaming, how it connects to the human condition–er..study of what makes a life.. How we dream, and how we can use that with the robots.”

“It’s more than that and you know it.” Miss Scott sighs behind the camera, grunting as she stands “This project is sentience. Building it from scratch–”

“Building it from ourselves as the blueprint. Look–should we really be recording this?”

“It’s important to document. For when we succeed. Mr. Johnson will want to see our progress, and how we–”

“Are you going to destroy the tape after we show him, then?”

“...I see no purpose for that rash of a decision. I could learn from my own mistakes.” Her voice is firm and dry as she watches out of the window. Then, she collects her camera into her hands, pressing it to the glass. Below the glass lay a balding man on his back, covered by a white sheet, with a team of three members of staff pulling sheets of paper and documents produced from some machine. 

“We’ve got the physiology team down there. New hires, first test run. Should consider themselves lucky to have such an easy task to start with”

“They have to deal with your temper, not particularly lucky.” Michael drones off screen in apparent disinterest. 

“Well, Michael, I’m doing something to further this company–our tests–”

“Our tests are damaging people in so many–”

The speaker to the tablet is covered, and the conversation is mostly muffled, until it pauses and cuts to Miss Scott being in the room with the sleeping man and the team of three. A powder white room with nothing interesting beyond a stagnant brown ceiling and a set of stairs leading to the observing room.

“So–tell me what’s all going on here.”

“Miss Scott, the subject requested that we not film him–”

“I’ll do as I need for science.” Miss Scott answers. The one young woman of the team blinks,surprised. Elvira continues “So what’s all this for? What exactly are we tracking here?”

“Well–well we all know the human condition. What makes us alive–birth, experience, morality, conflict, death..we can’t legally force a conflict for us to study a human’s brain waves under stress,so..we induce nightmares.”

“And what does that do?”

“It’s a safer way to study a stressed brain–simulated conflict. The subject is unaware when the nightmare starts and ends, and is subdued to prevent waking up before the test is over..”

“Glad to hear it. We’re doing this for the push forwards. Science depends on all of us. You’re new, but you’ll learn to get it.” Elvira sounds pleased.

“Why are we doing this to this man?”

“..We don’t ask why, just do what you’re told.”

–

The video cuts out unceremoniously, and the tablet screen goes dark after a few moments of inactivity while you stare blankly down at the screen. It wasn’t as terrible as you could’ve been expecting, but it was..stunting.

“..We should get a move on, i think..er..shouldn’t let her die,right?” Wheatley grunts, throwing a glance over his shoulder at the endless line at catwalks. He starts walking slowly, ever so achingly slow when you don’t immediately answer. When you set the tablet back down on the floor with furrowed brows, Wheatley starts talking ‘So, after we get her out–which we will,most definitely. Still ironing out all the um..details there, but I've got plenty of ideas to shell out–we’ll even bounce back and forth, maybe? Again–really good to have another voice around, speaking of which, you’re reminding me of her right now.’ 

“Are we really just gonna move past that?” You question as you jog to catch up with Wheatley, who squints, looking ahead of himself.

“See–now that’s difficult. Curveball you’re throwing me, there.” he mutters “‘Cause i know i said it wouldn’t hurt–and it didn’t. But I certainly don’t know what to make of it–and you don’t seem to know what to make of it. So..maybe shelf it? Put it on the ol’ shelf–come back to it when we’re not conducting a good rescue-n-run? Sounds like a good idea to me.”  Wheatley rattles on, and changes the subject away from the video while he leads you through different rooms. He clearly wanted to focus on the task and hand and not fall off track, and you followed his lead.

It would be a better opportunity to ask some questions then, you decide. 

“Do you even know her name? Or her file?”

“Names..names..See, i didn’t check.” Wheatley blinks “Not because I forgot–mind you. I figured–being kind and totally friendly–that I'd let her introduce herself to me. Humans don’t tend to like it when you just already know too much about them from some silly written file.” Wheatley gestures exaggeratedly “This one time–a few years back, I woke this gentleman for annual physical exercise and just checking the whole vitals and all–he was quite upset to know I knew who he was. Nasty fella, that guy.” Wheatley steps through corroding panels and ducks through misaligned panels while he speaks, leading you along with him “So I figured that I'd let her introduce herself. Turns out– immensely brain damaged. Couldn't even say yes, the poor thing.” He shakes his head,sounding something like pitying. 

“Yeah. Poor girl.” you agree quietly.

When Wheatley finally finds an observation room with a computer, he gasps with breath he didnt take. “Here we are! Knew there had to be one around here–”

“Is it accessed by Glados?”

“Shuhs-ush-sh.” The robot shushes you,dismissively waving while he types on the keyboard “See, there’s passwords to just about everything here. Super protective-aperture. You know–”

“Right–”

“But, luckily for us, I am a master hacker. Master of the um..hacking persuasion, as it were.” Wheatley’s voice slowly falls to a simulated mumble while he types away. He pauses, glances at you, and ‘whispers’ “A-A-A-A-A-A..-A” The screen flashes red, and Wheatley hums. “A-A-A-A-A-A..B” Another red flash and you find yourself staring at the back of the robot’s ‘head’, amused. This seems to be going well.

“Master hacker, then?”

“It’s a very complicated procedure,” Wheatley claims quietly while he inputs a few different letter combinations with no success. As much fun as it is to watch him cycle through the millions of possibilities, you had to at least try to speed it up.

“Try something random. First non sequential combination that comes to mind–”

“Yeah–yep. Was going to try that next. Curious as a cat, aren’t you?” he mumbles, waving with one hand “Er..It’s odd. Hovering over my shoulder…still hovering. Just–step back, please?” you’re half convinced he was going to ask you to turn around while he typed “A..F..G-R.E..M” The computer flashes white once, and Wheatley huffs “There we are..”

By that point, you’d taken a step away from the computer, letting the robot handle it, as to not hover. You didn’t even think that you were hovering, but that’s just semantics.

“Good news!” Whatley chirps while he walks away from the computer entirely “And bad news–but the good news is that she’s alive and peachy-keen. Doing well for herself, actually. Maybe a little too well for someone who’s brain damaged, but that goes to show what a team player she is, doesn’t it?”

“I suppose it does.” you agree while you follow the robot back out onto the catwalks. Some part of you would kill to see the testing tracks just to really see what they looked like “--Hold on. What’s the bad news?”

“Well, as it turns out, Glados does have access to that computer. Or..well, rather the cameras in that test. But, additional good news, you’ll like this one– all she knows is someone accessed the cameras. She doesn't and won't know who. But, additional bad news, the next chamber is going to be a doozy to get to.”

“How’s that?”

“Well…Fancy an elevator override?” Wheatley suggests as he pushes open one of the panels through the completed testing chamber and it was remarkably dark in there. You weren’t traveling blind, as the lights were slowly getting dimmer, but white walls looked gray, and Wheatley quietly walked through the held-open door and through the emancipation grill with you in tow.

“So..elevator override. That’s safe, right?”

“Oh yes, of course.” Wheatley assures as the closed tube wooshed, sending scrap and testing pieces like broken turret pieces, scrap metal and cubes through it. An elevator landed, and you followed the robot into the cramped space. The ride down itself was uncomfortable at best ,leaning your shoulder against the glass despite Wheatley telling you to avoid doing something so dangerous just in case.

When the elevator landed, he led back through movable panels to the catwalks where you continued on this everlasting, achy walk.

The walk was never silent, however. You supposed you were thankful for that. Something to keep your mind busy while you walked after a robot who didn’t stop unless he properly noticed you dragging behind.

“Funny enough, the elevators might be some of the safest parts of these areas,really. The airflow going through them would normally be enough to crush someone of ..yeigh-height” h gestures at roughly your height, and you hum

“Funny.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Wheatley goes on, even while something catches your eye and stops you in your tracks. Immediately after, you were reminded of why you couldn’t stop moving for a moment. The rushing pain up the back of your legs was quite the reminder.

But the core sitting lifeless against a backed in corner of the catwalks was far more interesting than your pain.

Initially, you thought the core sitting along the walls was broken beyond repair, a nasty crack through the outer shell and tears and broken bits from ‘head-to-toe’, but as you and Wheatley walk by, its’ optic opens, constricts, and starts rattling on in a damaged, high-pitched tone “AmAzonian womEn in mythology lived alongside fellow women–BUt there is no suppoRt for the theoRy of The amazons bEing led by saPphos.” Well that was blatantly a wrong fact. It’s spouting mythology, you realize rather quickly. Adding odd Emphasis to different words that didn’t need to, optic gleaming and searching for something.

“I never really thought about just how many of us there are.” Wheatley mutters, staring down at the partially broken robot “Properly disturbing.”

“HUmanity envelops itself in warm suGar flakes and honeyed words”

“See, now even the space-y fellow made more sense than this.” You’d dare to call it pity, but Wheatley aims to walk off away from the robot. “We shouldn’t really..stay long. They’re just gonna keep going. Just…don’t make eye contact.”

Advice that comes far too short as the core stares up at you with a dim optic and babbles “Lovers stand tall and upsIde down, fAlling right-Side up again. Fallen from a toweR of grace to that down below.”

“..Right.” you mutter, perturbed by the core. You could safely say that you weren’t a fan of these interactions. Words that you think could mean something if you really thought about it enough to hurt, but your robotic friend on the other hand, doesn’t seem nearly as interested in whatever a broken core was babbling. 

“It’s gibberish, really. The audio processors don’t function correctly, they pick up things they hear and spew it back in a randomized order. Umm…getting them to say something coherent is like..rigging the lotto.”

“So you talk with broken down cores, then?”

“There are plenty of things I've done before. Don’t do it now, of course, have better things to do like…walk for myself, that’s definitely one. Still getting used to these legs, mind you.” You could swear your mind was melting, feeling that you were just walking through the same room once again, and again, and again while Wheatley talks. Is it distracting or driving you nuts, you surely couldn't tell. 

Another door, another corridor. Another set of black panels, and after muttering to himself, Wheatley stops walking in front of the set and blue and white backings to the panels. A testing chamber, you assume.

Wheatley peers through the panels to the testing track, watching Chell go through a test. Aerial faith plates, which gave you a rough idea of where exactly you were. Not..particularly any closer to getting Chell out. Wheatley watches with sharp eyes as Chell is launched into the air, catches a cube, and lands right on her feet without a problem–other than a slight scowl on her face the moment her back was turned from the cameras.

The robot a pace ahead of you breathes out, and mutters “seems like she’s er..all better. No more brain damage, then.” he squints “Would’ve been quite nice for her to have gotten better sooner but– um..” a glance thrown in your direction and he gets moving “Actually, it’s fine. Things can wait for later–don’t mind yourself with it.” You didn’t need to speculate. That was a fair change of pace, wrong as it was to think. You already knew it pricked him the wrong way about the fact that a brain-damaged woman was fully capable of catching a cube in the middle of being thrown..but couldn't have caught him.

Though you’d argue that this body was a much harder catch than something the size of a sportsball with a couple times the density. But the sentiment remained.

You followed him through the ‘back-stage’ to the testing track, a line of blue and white paneled arms that glowed faintly and shifted every now and then. Following the chambers correctly was a real pain, with individually placed testing chambers that were all separate from one another. Not to mention the height.

“Agh–Okay um..best of interest, no looking at your feet. No looking down just uh..chin up.” was the advice from Wheatley, who would inevitably be unable to resist looking under himself again and breathing out “Again, just reminding you..terrible idea–looking down, that is.”

However there is something about humans and being told not to do something, you glance below your feet at the seemingly endless fog, and breathe out forcibly. 

“Wow–”

“I told you not to look.” Wheatley grunts while he walks along the catwalks just that much faster. You felt the same, desperate to get off of the set of catwalks with nothing below it to catch your fall if anything were to happen.

“Just how far down does this place go?” you mutter”A fall from this height would–”

“Ah, there’s the door” Wheatley interrupts you before you could go filling two minds with the idea of falling miles and miles to the ground below you without anything to catch your fall.

The next room was just about the same as all the rest of them. Yellowing walls leading to another hallway that would either lead to a new set of catwalks, a set of tubes to precariously walk down, or another set of doors. The only interesting thing in the room was a management rail with a stubbed connector hanging down with wires poking out of it.

Wheatley chuffs “Well, look at that! It’s been far too long since I've seen the rails.”

“It’s been less than a day, no?”

Wheatley waves your comment off while he walks towards the rail to investigate. You, on the other hand, lean your back against the wall for a little break. Maybe you would need to stop here at this point. With nothing to really keep you going, energy wise, there was only so much you could do..and to be fair you were unaccustomed to speed-walking after a robot for miles.

Wheatley eyes the management rail with a squinted optic, debating something. Hand on his ‘chin’,debating back and forth in hushed mumbles to himself that you were starting to block out as you rested against a yellow wall, waiting for him to make a decision. 

If you had to guess, it was the decision between leaving a human to their own devices ‘back-stage’ with no guidance, or something perhaps more dangerous than that.

It’s a bad idea, as it turns out. 

“What is it?” you question, resting your hands on your knees while you breathe. The complete lack of rest was just now starting to get to you, creeping in anytime you stopped walking, leaving an awful ache in the back of your calves and a cold burn to your back. It didn’t help any that you’d wager that you were dehydrated.

“Just wondering how much weight a management rail can handle..” Wheatley answers you, a little distantly “I assume, since it could handle two cores…” he turns to look at you, before his expression goes limp altogether, watching you sit down, arms slung over your knees. He stops talking altogether, and you prompt him to continue

“Yeah?”

“Well um..nevermind that, actually. Looking worse for wear..” he blinks “which doesn’t mean anything–no offense there–just not looking your best is all. It’s the walking, isn’t it? See, I don’t get humans, really. Can walk all over the place, sea-to-shining-sea and what-not, but a few chambers tuckers you out.” he squints “Which is odd. May not have the ability to feel tuckered, myself, but it is weird.”

“Weird cool?”

“Certainly not.” Wheatley stands still for a few moments before he joins you in sitting on the floor with a squint, generally uncomfortable. The fluorescent lighting did nothing to help your eyes, staring out to a black wall with the simple wires of the management rail hanging down. “So resting, that is something–obviously humans have to do. So we’ll stop and have a good rest.”

“Right.”

“And that is–as far as I know–typically done in the cover of silence. Silent nights and um..”

“Right on.”

“Right, silence.” Wheatley mutters “Going silent. Stealthy..not a word, not a sound. Just complete and utter silence.”

It lasts, and you almost think you really could rest like this. Wasn't the most comfortable of places, sitting against a wall, but times of desperation come to this.. Some part of you was at least thankful you were in a part of Aperture that had some sort of heating and cooling–

“Silence..the act of complete and utter quiet.”

To think he’d actually be silent for much longer was silly of you to think. You’d play the game and sit there for minutes just to listen to him drone on, so you weren't particularly upset with the constant chatter. In fact, you rather invited it to continue.

“How is it that you know where everything is? What,with not being connected to the system.”

And while you rest your head back with your eyes closed, you listen to the robot ramble on.

“Well– that’s actually–rather surprising you want to know.”

“You seem well-informed.”

“Well-informed? That’s new–um. I’ve had jobs at one point or another in a good chunk of this facility–or otherwise applied for said jobs. Some foremans are not my biggest fan..haven't a clue what’d make them turn me away. I worked as an assistant for a neurotoxin supervisor once. Accidentally hit a few buttons passing by. No casualties–no deaths, but safe enough to say they weren’t pleased with me. Fired on the spot, couldn't be an assistant anymore. Had to take a gander around, found my way to working with maintenance for a little bit. Apparently–i wasn’t told this– the little turret fellows are supposed to be able to see you from something crazy like…60 feet. Didn’t know that– made em blind. By accident, of course! But it’s not like they’d listen to me. Had some choice of nasty words for me–'' Wheatley pauses in his speech, sitting forwards onto his arms as he blinks “That…Actually gives me an idea. When we get the…apparently not-badly-brain-damaged girl, we take out the turrets. If She can’t use them, She won’t have any way to murder either of you, or damage me.” 

Wheatley turns his head to look at you, only to find a human in an immobile, closed-eye state, the only sign of life being the slightest rise and fall while you breathe.

“Right.” Wheatley mutters to himself as he stands up off of the floor “Humans and their rest. Don’t sleep forever, will you? Rather not go through that again” Five times was enough, he’d rather not witness number six and seven before his eye..again.

Wheatley once again finds himself standing in front of the maintenance rail. Grab the proverbial bull by the horns was the saying, wasn’t it?

[your-talos-is-problematic]

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I watched some Snoopy clips on Twitter, it's a cheaply veiled PSA for gov't propaganda: Hey kids you want to be a Scientist, they're cool… Snoopy pretends to fly. Point is even if you never watched Snoopy indoctrinate you:

We're all ingrained with the idea this life is the only one we must live for. But if we pay attention we rarely make it to our 100th attempt at any one thing because our soul gets bored with creation [created things], we need our CREATOR to fill us that is fulfillment.

Tim Keller said the problem with modern people is we feel we deserve a good life, meaning we don't deserve bad things. As a result, rather than accept what is, & try to learn what each event is teaching us about ourselves. We instead try to find a way to force reality to fit our desires or perspective.

[Tim Keller: Power for Facing Trouble]

In 1973 Karl Menninger wrote book noting how society replaced morals with medical model: For most of our problems, we use a medical model.

For example: People who are terribly bitter, they will not forgive. But what do they say: They’re hurting, never admit they’re bitter. Hurting—that’s a medical term for a moral problem. You do NOT have a medical problem; you’ve got a moral problem!

Research findings show 90% of Americans believe they show the kind of love in life, that if everybody showed, would make Society all right. Yet Psychologists say no one is ever healed because we are constantly being damaged by others.

Even Brain Surgeons have noted the brain surprisingly does not feel pain & Dr. Wilder Penfield said no matter what he did, he could never cut-out enough of a person's brain to remove their personality. [Michael Egnor: Evidence Against Materialism]

Saying this shows there is something untouchable beyond the physical realm, the thing David Attenborough says is why he remains agnostic because he's seen blind termites incapable of detecting his presence & so he wonders if we have the same lack of sense perception to detect GOD. The Bible says we know GOD exists, & every time we fail in life is one step closer to meeting our MAKER voluntarily or literally.

[YouTube: Off the Kirb Ministries | Sir David Attenborough - Did You Catch It Too?]

Have you ever invited JESUS into your mess?

I didn’t know we had anonymous Christian recruiters on this site 😭 barking up the wrong tree I’m genuinely a Satanist

[astridlikesmythology]

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I watched some Snoopy clips on Twitter, it's a cheaply veiled PSA for gov't propaganda: Hey kids you want to be a Scientist, they're cool… Snoopy pretends to fly. Point is even if you never watched Snoopy indoctrinate you:

We're all ingrained with the idea this life is the only one we must live for. But if we pay attention we rarely make it to our 100th attempt at any one thing because our soul gets bored with creation [created things], we need our CREATOR to fill us that is fulfillment.

Tim Keller said the problem with modern people is we feel we deserve a good life, meaning we don't deserve bad things. As a result, rather than accept what is, & try to learn what each event is teaching us about ourselves. We instead try to find a way to force reality to fit our desires or perspective.

[Tim Keller: Power for Facing Trouble]

In 1973 Karl Menninger wrote book noting how society replaced morals with medical model: For most of our problems, we use a medical model.

For example: People who are terribly bitter, they will not forgive. But what do they say: They’re hurting, never admit they’re bitter. Hurting—that’s a medical term for a moral problem. You do NOT have a medical problem; you’ve got a moral problem!

Research findings show 90% of Americans believe they show the kind of love in life, that if everybody showed, would make Society all right. Yet Psychologists say no one is ever healed because we are constantly being damaged by others.

Even Brain Surgeons have noted the brain surprisingly does not feel pain & Dr. Wilder Penfield said no matter what he did, he could never cut-out enough of a person's brain to remove their personality. [Michael Egnor: Evidence Against Materialism]

Saying this shows there is something untouchable beyond the physical realm, the thing David Attenborough says is why he remains agnostic because he's seen blind termites incapable of detecting his presence & so he wonders if we have the same lack of sense perception to detect GOD. The Bible says we know GOD exists, & every time we fail in life is one step closer to meeting our MAKER voluntarily or literally.

[YouTube: Off the Kirb Ministries | Sir David Attenborough - Did You Catch It Too?]

Have you ever invited JESUS into your mess?

it is too early in the morning for me to fully process this but the general vibe I'm getting is you think I said christens in general on my DNI list. I specified aggressive due to religious trauma. I'm also not an atheist, I fall somewhere under the pagen area. if you or I misunderstood something that's completely fine, but if I am correct please do not bully people for having different opinions. if I read something wrong feel free to explain.