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[fusionsprunt]

me when my meteor-powered robot gf attempts to murder me 😳😳

[object-vault-9]

Week 117

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[batboyblog]

Things Biden and the Democrats did, this week #13

April 5-12 2024

President Biden announced the cancellation of a student loan debt for a further 277,000 Americans. This brings the number of a Americans who had their debt canceled by the Biden administration through different means since the Supreme Court struck down Biden's first place in 2023 to 4.3 million and a total of $153 billion of debt canceled so far. Most of these borrowers were a part of the President's SAVE Plan, a debt repayment program with 8 million enrollees, over 4 million of whom don't have to make monthly repayments and are still on the path to debt forgiveness.

President Biden announced a plan that would cancel student loan debt for 4 million borrowers and bring debt relief to 30 million Americans The plan takes steps like making automatic debt forgiveness through the public service forgiveness so qualified borrowers who don't know to apply will have their debts forgiven. The plan will wipe out the interest on the debt of 23 million Americans. President Biden touted how the plan will help black and Latino borrowers the most who carry the heavily debt burdens. The plan is expected to go into effect this fall ahead of the election.

President Biden and Vice-President Harris announced the closing of the so-called gun show loophole. For years people selling guns outside of traditional stores, such as at gun shows and in the 21st century over the internet have not been required to preform a background check to see if buyers are legally allowed to own a fire arm. Now all sellers of guns, even over the internet, are required to be licensed and preform a background check. This is the largest single expansion of the background check system since its creation.

The EPA published the first ever regulations on PFAS, known as forever chemicals, in drinking water. The new rules would reduce PFAS exposure for 100 million people according to the EPA. The Biden Administration announced along side the EPA regulations it would make available $1 billion dollars for state and local water treatment to help test for and filter out PFAS in line with the new rule. This marks the first time since 1996 that the EPA has passed a drinking water rule for new contaminants.

The Department of Commerce announced a deal with microchip giant TSMC to bring billions in investment and manufacturing to Arizona. The US makes only about 10% of the world's microchips and none of the most advanced chips. Under the CHIPS and Science Act the Biden Administration hopes to expand America's high-tech manufacturing so that 20% of advanced chips are made in America. TSMC makes about 90% of the world's advanced chips. The deal which sees a $6.6 billion dollar grant from the US government in exchange for $65 billion worth of investment by TSMC in 3 high tech manufacturing facilities in Arizona, the first of which will open next year. This represents the single largest foreign investment in Arizona's history and will bring thousands of new jobs to the state and boost America's microchip manufacturing.

The EPA finalized rules strengthening clean air standards around chemical plants. The new rule will lower the risk of cancer in communities near chemical plants by 96% and eliminate 6,200 tons of toxic air pollution each year. The rules target two dangerous cancer causing chemicals, ethylene oxide and chloroprene, the rule will reduce emissions of these chemicals by 80%.

the Department of the Interior announced it had beaten the Biden Administration goals when it comes to new clean energy projects. The Department has now permitted more than 25 gigawatts of clean energy projects on public lands, surpass the Administrations goal for 2025 already. These solar, wind, and hydro projects will power 12 million American homes with totally green power. Currently 10 gigawatts of clean energy are currently being generated on public lands, powering more than 5 million homes across the West. 

The Department of Transportation announced $830 million to support local communities in becoming more climate resilient. The money will go to 80 projects across 37 states, DC, and the US Virgin Islands The projects will help local Infrastructure better stand up to extreme weather causes by climate change.

The Senate confirmed Susan Bazis, Robert White, and Ann Marie McIff Allen to lifetime federal judgeships in Nebraska, Michigan, and Utah respectively. This brings the total number of judges appointed by President Biden to 193

[lowkeyrobin]

can you do a gally x reader where its like a lovers to enemies to lovers??? thanksss 🫶

thank you for requesting!! I hope you enjoyed bc this genuinley rotted my brain bc I spent way too much time overthinking it 💀💀 ; HOLY SHIT POST WRITING ROBIN HERE.... uh I didn't see the first lovers bit I am so sorry 💀 I actually apologize bc idk how to fix it now LMFAO ; also ending is rlly dumb but jsjskdndns ; send tmr requests please 🙏🙏🙏

GALLY ; i don't want to be your enemy anymore

summary ; a little enemies to lovers trope with Gally because why not

warnings ; language, guns, knives, WCKD stuff

word count ; 1.6k

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Being stuck in that peaceful, dystopian Hell with Gally for three years was enough to make you rethink every single life choice that could've probably led you there, which wasn't much considering most of your memory had been erased. But, after escaping the maze, WCKD, fighting against Mother Nature in the Scorch and the Cranks, making it to the Right Arm, raiding a WCKD train, and a no-plan-plan to storm the Last City, you never thought you'd see Gally again, for better or for worse.

You two had never gotten along whatsoever, prior to, or post Thomas entering the Glade.

Gally would always do anything and everything just to piss you off. From the frequent physical fights to dehumanizing and undermining you for whatever reason, it never stopped. You were truly enemies, always out to get each other back or glare at each other from across the entire Glade.

He thought it was dumb for you to be awarded the graciousness of being a Runner, for whatever reason. Builders didn't have a lot going up in the membrane and he just proved it, constantly. But, sometimes you'd do the same, you weren't any better than him, just short-tempered, you supposed.

All those wasted nights sleeping in the Slammer over fighting, all the alcohol wasted due to throwing it all over each other. You both had a fire burning in your hearts to just kill each other, but in a way, it was fun. It was fun to piss each other off and get a reaction, and to just yell and scream your emotions out at each other. Toxic enemies, perhaps.

Minho though, good Lord. He always had to tease you, his fellow peer, about it.

"Oh, you're so in love with Gally" and "You look at each other with hearts in your eyes." You couldn't go a day without him bringing it up at least twice.

But now, you were trying to get Minho back from WCKD, and that's all that mattered. What did matter was that Gally was fucking alive.

Of fucking course, just your luck.

How he wasn't dead was beyond you, considering you watched Minho impale him with a spear.

You thought for a moment he was working for WCKD, considering he killed a small child last time you saw him, and he and his buddies basically kidnapped you and your friends. But, he took you guys back to some Rebellion setup hideout just outside the city, considering you couldn't get into the walls, now knowing there were microchips in your necks tracking your every move.

You stuck back while Thomas spoke to Lawrence, the guy in charge, turned half-Crank. You didn't want to be anywhere near Gally while he took Thomas down, so you stuck with the others, silently looking for reassurance in each other.

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The sun sets rather quickly, and you, Newt, and Thomas join Gally into sneaking into the city through a train tunnel. That in itself was its own thing. You don't even know why you agreed to come with them, considering you were being led by Gally, but, alright then.

He takes you three on a little tour of the city, showing you all the bright lights and the building that towered over the rest, WCKD's headquarters.

You're perched on a balcony, looking over at the building from afar. A telescope rests on the ledge of the wall, Thomas looking through it. Gally stands on his left, and then Newt and you on the right.

Newt looks over at you, sensing your discomfort from a mile away. "You okay?"

You nod, arms crossed as you look out into the city.

Thomas looks up and over at you two, telling you to look through the telescope to look into the windows of the building. Apparently, he'd seen something of interest. The blonde steps forward, looking through the lens as Thomas stands next to him.

Gally looks to you, a weird kind of look in his eyes. You shrug, silently asking what he wanted. He mouths a little message that he'll talk later, probably wanting to get back before doing so.

After returning, you find your way onto the rooftop, needing some alone time. You'd forgotten about Gally looking at you entirely, needing to clear your head over seeing him again and being shot at as per usual earlier. The fact WCKD was able to track you was what had you slightly scared. I mean, what if they were able to see you right now, trying to take a breath all alone on the rooftop?

You don't hear Gally sneaking up on you, but when the footsteps become closer and closer, you quickly turn your head back to see him a few feet away. He apologizes for running up on you, seeing the way you quickly turned around in defense mode like you were scared or something.

"I just came out here to talk, about earlier" He explains, sitting down next to you, although making sure to leave some room between the two of you.

"What's to talk about?" You ask, looking up over the walls of the city in front of you.

"I dunno, to apologize, and try to make amends, I guess" He answers with a little snark, "I'm not asking for forgiveness, but if we're gonna work together, I'm not acting like your enemy anymore, okay?"

You take a second to actually look at him, noticing his freshly buzzed hair and his desperately needed growth spurt, mentally and physically. You slowly nod and turn away, looking back up at the walls ahead.

He exhales through his nose, a little frustrated. He wanted an actual truce, knowing you. "Y/n, I'm serious. I'm not bullshitting, I don't wanna be that stupid kid a year ago that had fun fighting and making fun of you, I want to work on the same team. I don't wanna be best friends, but I don't wanna be your enemy either"

You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to conjure up a response.

"Yeah, fine"

"...Cool"

"Initiate phase four"

You and Gally await as Newt rounds up all the kids, keeping a close eye on Thomas forcing Teresa to give them intel and directions. Thankfully, she was halfway on your side.

Newt and Thomas send you two off with the children, all under the age of thirteen or so, directing them down to the bottom level of the parking garage where Brenda awaits. You're dressed in the slightly uncomfortable WCKD guard suits, you in the red variation like Newt, Gally in the grey like Thomas.

Once they were safe on the bus with Brenda, the two of you quickly scurried away to get lost in the crowds and hopefully meet back up with Newt and Thomas soon. You make sure your gun has the safety on while in your belt, deciding to work with handguns tonight, while he decides to go for the more bulky, electrical type of gun this night.

Somehow, Gally with a gun was kind of hot, but you'd never admit it aloud.

You power walk down the streets, making and pushing your ways through the crowds, fake patrolling the bottom layer of the WCKD tower, awaiting a message from Thomas. He tries to strike up some small talk as you also await Lawrence to bring the corporation down, since the Rebellion would never be stopped by just a few seventeen and eighteen year olds plus their forty year old father figure friend. Another plus, to properly destroy WCKD wasn't a bad idea, so the idea commenced with a very certain plan.

"Y'know, I didn't expect to see you again, like, if I ever saw you guys again. Not in a rude "I thought you would've died" way, but I didn't take you as one to try and take down the government and shit. You're a tough shank though, I'll give you that, " He speaks, speaking calmly, trying to give you that reassurance once more that he genuinely wasn't trying to start anything.

You nod, "Never thought I'd see you again either, but it's kind of relieving, to be honest. You changed in a good way. A really good way." You lightly smile, giving him a little shoulder nudge. "And don't worry about the past, it doesn't matter anymore, I couldn't care. Just... got a little scary seeing you again I guess" You shrug.

He nods. "Yeah, it's fine. Uhm... fuck, sorry" He says, trying to find the right words, "I'm not saying this like, to try and weird you out or distract you but I feel like to not hate each other anymore, we need to be open-"

"I like you too, if that's what you're getting at." You shrug, stopping in your tracks as he does. "If not, then sorry, kinda jumped to conclusions." You awkwardly chuckle, double checking your safety again.

He nods, "Cool. We'll talk about this later then?"

"Why not now? Under the soon to be burning building?" You joke with a light laugh.

"I missed that laugh" He mumbles

"Hey, hey, calm down now" You chuckle, shoving his shoulder, "We have a mission, here. We're children at war, Gally"

"The mission can wait a moment" He suggests, giving you a look, awaiting approval.

You dramatically roll your eyes with a smile, accepting his move before quickly pulling him in for a little kiss. You dragged him by the strap of his WCKD vest, almost making him fall on his knees for you.

"Now come on, we gotta go find some people to get in formation with and get to Newt and Thomas" You nod sideways, pulling your mask back up.

"Yeah, yeah, let's go"

[distinguisheddwarffriend]

Today on Hobbit-Headcanons:

What would the company of Thorin Oakenshield enjoy about the Modern World?

One of my WIP transports the company to our world shortly before they're supposed to reach Rivendell, and into the apartment of my OFC.

So here is a list of things I think each character would enjoy about the Modern World:

Thorin: Google Maps, Siri (will totally argue with her like she's real), Shows like The Crown, Game of Thrones, but also Bridgerton, Democracy (yes you read that correctly), Rock music

Fili: Birth Control (can finally fuck around without risking the royal lineage), Superhero Movies (has an huuuhe crush on Black Widow), Tinder, Martial Arts, Feminism, Henley shirts to show of his muscles, bars & clubs

Kili : TikTok (LOVES cat videos, Top Content Creator about Archery, 'deep thoughts'/rambling, 'prank my uncle/brother with me', does EVERY challenge, accidental thirsttraps & flustered by the comments), Parkour, Man Buns & (Hipster-) Fashion, LGBTQ+ - Community , karaoke bars, team sports, the zoo

Bofur: modern music (especially pop songs with dirty lyrics), Tumblr (is no. 1 shit-poster), music festivals, arts&crafts blogs, Christopher's Streets Day

Bifur: Google Translate, Modern Medicine, Pain Medication, ASL, RomComs (trust me), helps out in an animal shelter, country music

Bombur: Cooking Shows (has his own Online Show), Kindergarten (he had so many children, the reprieve would be SO appreciated), international foodstuff to try

Dwalin: Guns, MMF, store-bought cookies, sport shows (AGRESSIVE fan for whatever team he randomly picks), Barbecues

Balin: Twitter (the political possibilities!!!), mental healthcare (he's sending the whole line of Durin he had no time for their shit), Spa Days, public schools, classical music

Oin: Modern Medicine (Duh), hearing aids, physiotherapy

Gloin: bitcoins, the stock market, Facebook (posts daily about Gimli)

Dori: hair tutorials, fashion shows, tracking devices (has totally microchipped a drunk Nori at some point)

Nori: hacking, movies with the lovable rogue as the MC (Pirates of the Carribbean, Deadpool etc.), spy movies (duh), the mafia (yes, he becomes a boss within weeks)

Ori: Wikipedia, public libraries, tutorials for EVERYTHING (knitting, cutting your own hair, how to talk to royalty, fancy war cries, you name it), fantasy novels, public schools

Bilbo: Food blogs, the "ignore call"-button, Instagram, university (will mayor in at least three subjects), museums

Gandalf: the Internet as a whole, email/ instant messaging, yard sales, modern weed, museums (has a knack for finding cursed items), adventure movies (after watching Indiana Jones he seriously debated obtaining a whip)

[ballinandcantgetup452]

Terry McGinnis is the only person who can be the next Batman

I don't normally make hard statements like this. I typically hate it when somebody makes hard statements like this, but hear me out.

No prior Batfamily character can be the next Batman. I'll keep it brief and explain why going person by person (obvious headcanon warning)

Dick is definitely a likelier candidate than most. He can cover for Batman if the need ever arises. But I believe that Dick Grayson hates the idea of actually becoming Batman. He can play the role. He was a circus kid and he's got the heart of a theatre kid, he can play the role all day long. But he was the first. He arguably saw Batman at his natural worst. He and Alfred, anyways. I'm going to drop some OP lore to further elaborate. My dad's a pastor. He's a really good pastor. He's a good man, and he may be an ass, but that's because I know him as "dad". For YEARS, people would tell me that I was just like him, and for a long time, I wanted to be him. It's what boys do when their dad is at the very least decent. But, as I got older, I saw the tapestry and saw the flaws. I saw how tired being a pastor made my dad. I saw how much of his life being a pastor was taking up. I would never tell my dad to stop being a pastor, because that's him. That's his calling; and if he was anything else, then he'd be a soulless, husk of a man. But I've seen what being a pastor does to you, and I don't want that. I want to be better than that. Dick Grayson has seen what The Batman does to a person. He's seen Bruce do things that Dick would never do, and the idea of being the next Batman is something that got soured to him. And it definitely doesn't help that that's what a lot of people used to do to him. So yeah, traumadumping aside, Dick would never STAY Batman. Even if he doesn't know it.

I honestly think it's best if Jason stays as far away from the idea of The Batman legacy as possible. Jason's at the best possible spot right now. He's taken his trauma and has turned it into his empowerment. I don't care what Three Jokers says, that's dumb. Joker's an ass, we don't listen to him. ESPECIALLY if he's swapped out his gun for a crowbar and has a no-kill rule, Jason could be Red Hood until he's 90 and it'll be narratively fulfilling.

Tim is one I see get thrown around a lot. However, I believe that The Batman would absolutely DESTROY him and he would be too stubborn to acknowledge it. One common denominator I believe every Robin goes through is the realization of "oh wow, Bruce is not okay" and trying to be better than that. While I do believe that Tim went through that, I also believe that Tim is arrogant enough to believe that he's better than that. Even putting all of the "alternate Tim evil gun toting Batman" futures aside, I think that Tim is obsessive enough as is. Giving him the mantle of The Batman would cause him to obsess even more to be like Bruce thus causing ANOTHER evil gun toting alternate future Batman. Tim is best as Red Robin. An independent agent that can go well with ANY Batman to keep them on the straight and narrow.

Babs is best as Oracle. No I will not be elaborating. If you want her to be Batgirl, then say that she can Batgirl every once and a while but doing it stresses out the microchip in her back.

Steph is best as Spoiler. She backdoored her way into the Batfamily by being competent enough as Spoiler. I honestly wish that she could be like Batwoman and establish herself as Batfamily adjacent and have her own supporting cast and such. If she does have one, then I'm sorry. Cassie is kind of a blind spot.

Sadly, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, and Harper Row are even bigger blindspots of mine. From what I've seen of them, I can't think of any reasons they couldn't be Batman. However, I can't think of any reasons why they especially should be Batman.

Damian Wayne is my personal vote for becoming the next Batman out of everybody pre established. Not for any birthright reasons. That's dumb. Admittedly, DCeased really turned me on to the idea. I think that the idea of Damian being the child raised by Bruce that turned out the best is a really good idea. In retrospect, I guess the idea of birthright is technically why I'm choosing Damian. BUT, understand I'm doing it with the caveat that Damian is fully developed as a person and as a character. That is the END of his arc.

HOWEVER, Terry McGinnis takes the cake for me in terms of Batman successor. This is going off of the idea that he isn't a Bruce clone. I don't know how canon we've made that, but canon is relative, so I'm saying it's not for the sake of argument. Terry is an outsider. He has no baggage with the idea of The Batman. He's just a guy working through some grief with The Batman being used as a vehicle. He doesn't know any of the Bruceisms. He never had to explain to his friends that his dad is crazy and he's sorry he made contingency plans for all of them. Terry McGinnis gets to make Batman his own. And, luckily, he gets to have a fully realized Bruce to guide him along the way. I also think that it opens so much more story potential. It's essentially a soft reboot for The Batman as an idea. Everybody else can be out doing their own thing. But I think this works in the same way that Miguel O'Hara can ALSO be Spider-Man. I believe that every intimate Batfamily member would follow Bruce's footsteps by making Batman an UNHEALTHY obsession. Terry would be different, he'd lead the pack by turning The Batman into something HEALTHY.

Or maybe I don't read enough comics and all my interpretations are super surface level. Let me know. I'm willing to be wrong.

[atiny-for-life]

I apologize if you’ve answered this before, but is there a reason why the Kingdom performances are not included in the Ateez lore masterlist? Thank you!

No one's ever asked before, actually! I'm happy to explain:

There are multiple things making me hesitant about this right now. For one, I wouldn't expect them to assume all Atinys will watch these performances and look to them for lore clues since most only go by official MVs and the albums.

To me, these performances have always had the energy of getting people hyped and excited about their lore themes of revolution, pro expression, anti oppression and their team was likely working on putting together The World series at the time so it made sense to trial run some of their ideas here.

I actually tried to fit these performances in before but I could never find a place where it'd make 100% sense - they seem to be a blend of real lore and stuff just meant for Kingdom.

To start with: in "The Awakening of Summer" (the Rhythm Ta performance), Hongjoong breaks the Cromer out of a glass case at the end. Based on that, timeline wise, this would've had to happen in the Z-World before Ateez ever got there because the only time they lost the Cromer after was when Yeosang smashed it and the recovery of that was in the A-World and we know how that went down (Museum heist gone wrong) and it was nothing like this.

However, with it happening before Ateez's arrival, I wouldn't expect to see them distributing flyers (with the anarchy logo from Guerrilla) and for Hongjoong to hold a speech at a podium because something of that scale didn't really happen before they hijacked the Strictland transmission system in Guerrilla.

From everything we know, the Black Pirates were only doing street performances before their movement picked up speed after Ateez got there. They didn't have the manpower and means to pull off large scale heists prior to that; they were operating out of an abandoned warehouse and they didn't really start getting allies until Left Eye set up the Black Link where people could reach out after waking up.

And on top of that, it was A-World Yeosang's tech know-how that got them spy gear and everything so I kinda don't see them breaking into a Strictland government facility full of armed guards in their early days.

But, if I did have to fit it in somehow, I'd put it pre-Ateez's arrival as the event in which the Black Pirates first got hold of the Cromer:

The Awakening of Summer

They caught wind of the government having found the Cromer and heard it has unique abilities like teleportation, entering the dreamscape - powers that could help them free their world

So they get all the guns they can find, hop into their bulletproof van (like in Guerrilla) and take off

They shoot down the guards stationed at the facility but then also somehow manage to bring them back to life with the magical masks they own (?) or maybe they used rubber bullets or stun guns or something

Regardless, the masks presumably contain breaker technology (somehow) which separates the guards' microchip link connection which means they can now feel and think freely

However, Ateez aren't dumb so they keep the guards tied up for now so thy can't run off and rat them out

While some of them are looking for the Cromer, San straps a bomb to a security guard's chest and ties him to his desk chair (pretty extreme - that's some Halazia universe Matz shit)

During the heist, Yunho and Wooyoung find their Wanted Posters and a bunch of newspapers

The front page headline of the newspaper reads: "The Central Government defined The Black Pirates as a terrorist"

San then goes off on his own and climbs up a rope to an emergency button which opens the massive double doors to a high security section of the building (the one with the Cromer)

This allows the rest of Ateez to waltz right in and Hongjoong immediately goes off to the section with the confiscated art

Which should normally be stored in the Android Guardian bunker, the converted museum on Guardian Island, but I guess they must've used another type of building before - maybe they changed it after the Black Pirates broke into this place (I digress)

Either way, the former guards are now freely raiding the place, making me assume they've switched sides after discovering what art is and that the government's intentionally been withholding it from all of them

While Hongjoong's raiding the place with the guards they captured in the beginning, Wooyoung, Jongho, and Yeosang are handling the guards stationed in this section

During the following dance break, Hongjoong's walk off right before something interferes with everyone's ear pieces (I assume they were using them to communicate while they were separated)

Immediately after, Hongjoong begins his speech, indicating he hijacked all frequencies, including the one they'd been using, so he could broadcast this to the entire city:

"People, open your eyes! For our lives! Keep your mind! Now is the time for freedom, if we try! Listen, look, write! Open your eyes!"

(Note the slogan "Hearts Awakened" on the podium and the small-scale version of the blimp we saw in Guerrilla above Hongjoong - these, plus the van, are part of the reason why I think this was a test run for The World series and the Guerrilla mv in particular)

After the speech, they walk off and Jongho throws up a handful of flyers (which, again, look exactly like the ones from Guerrilla)

During Jongho's high note, Hongjoong walks off again and we next see him putting on the Black Pirates' getup (signature fedora) and break the glass case in which the Cromer is kept

(The clothes are likely just to ensure we as the audience know this isn't A-World's Ateez but the Black Pirates)

Cromer in hand, he smiles and walks off. Mission complete. The performance ends.

Ode to Joy

Now, regarding Ode to Joy, this one feels like it's more so meant to connect some dots between the former two series and the (then) upcoming one.

To start with, they filled in the small gap between the Fever and Treasure series by exploring how they, Ateez and the Black Pirates, managed to break out Yeosang after he was captured by the Android Guardians at the end of Deja Vu/the Fever Pt. 3 Diary Entries since the only canon thing we know about this event is from Say My Name and this one section from the Fever Epilogue Diary Entries:

"Somebody please get me out of here! Please!" The light that I hadn't seen for ages slid in when the door opened. Men in black fedoras were fighting with Android Guardians behind the opened door. "Hey, Yeosang." I heard a warm voice calling my name. A guy came near my glass room and pulled down his black mask. Tears of relief burst out of my eyes. It was Seonghwa.

We open on Yeosang in the glass prison during the Full Moon (meaning reality jumping is possible with the Cromer right now so Ateez can switch over from A to Z World)

One of the Android Guardians walks in and the camera moves to the moon where we get to see the Cromer in action (sand disappearing from the bottom, indicating it's flowing up like we saw in the Diary Film)

Seonghwa, holding the Cromer, then appears in Yeosang's cell (small deviation from Yeosang's diary entry but I'll take it)

Yeosang and Seonghwa then, together, turn the Cromer again, causing Yunho to appear who immediately starts fighting the Android Guardian

After distracting the Guardian for long enough, Yunho pushes him away and runs off, leaving the Guardian to turn around and realize the cell is empty - Yeosang escaped

Following this, we move right on to Answer and that one iconic meeting where Ateez and the Black Pirates got together and formally established an alliance - they're even on the same sides

We then see Hongjoong walking along during his verse while, behind him, people in different get ups are throwing each other guns, etc., indicating the spread of the movement we later read about in the Movement Diary Version: The Revolution

And then we get to the part where I first went "eh?" which made me realize I can't see this performance being fully canon:

San, during his verse, tries to run off but Wooyoung grabs him, clutching him by the jacket, to stop him from leaving

But it doesn't work - San's made up his mind

He holds eye contact, yes, indicating they would've exchanged words if this weren't a song (likely something along the lines of "Stop, don't do this, it's suicide!" and "I have to, I'm sorry.") before he removes Wooyoung's hand from his jacket and runs off-

- and literally hurls himself at an Android Guardian - presumably sacrificing himself by knocking them both off this ledge for the sake of protecting the others

Then we've got Jongho fighting an Android Guardian while Hongjoong is blindfolded and gets captured by four more

Jongho wins his fight (potentially) and makes his way to the grand staircase where he receives a crown on the way up, only to hold it out and toss it aside once he makes it to the top

However, I'm quite certain this isn't related to the lore at all but rather the concept of the show which wants all groups to compete for the crown and see each other as opponents

Ateez refused to align with this idea - they wanted to make their time on the show about friendship and collaboration, having fun, which is very obvious when you watch their performance of The Real

But to really drive this point home: the song "An die Freude" ("To: Joy" as in it's addressed to Joy), which is being sung here by a guest performer, is actually a famous Germany poem by Friedrich Schiller, and an ode all about an idealistic society in which everyone is connected through joy and friendship

While this is being sung, Ateez, the Black Pirates, and the Android Guardians are all dancing together - a truly idealistic and unrealistic outcome far removed from reality but one that wouldn't have required the loss of life we just saw with San throwing himself off a ledge and Hongjoong getting surrounded and captured

The implication is clear: in a world where everyone treats each other kindly, a world without oppression, peaceful coexistence is 100% possible

But in a world of injustice, of oppression, the loss of life, the deaths of some of the kindest people, are inevitable because the ones who are oppressed will always rise up to free themselves of their shackles, even when they know some of them will have to die to make it happen

In conclusion: I think the performances do hold lore beats but they're not fully canon and the lore gaps they fill in are small enough that I always thought it was easier to toss them entirely than to potentially confuse anyone by telling them to disregard some aspects and embrace others. I hope this helps!

[justrainandcoffee]

Against all odds (Alfie Solomons x fem!oc) 2x02

Peaky Blinders - Hunger Games Crossover

First Part Masterlist - Second Part Masterlist → 2x01

Summary: Jack's and Aurora's fate after the games is revealed. Alfie meets Aberama Gold and Campbell but after a month and without any notice about Rose, his spirits are very low. || After bombs, not all people that stayed in district 12 are dead.

Warnings: Mentions of death.

Words: 2.6 K. || Thanks to my mutuals to lend me their OCs.

The fucking trackers.

Jack knew as soon as everything went black that he needed to act quickly.

"It's gonna hurt," he said to the girl before stabbing her with his knife in her arm to remove the microchip. Aurora screamed, but he didn't have time to comfort hurt. He removed hisown tracker the same way.

"Motherfucker," he growled, knocking a tree trunk with his own fist.

He still had his backpack, one that found in the Cornucopia and there he had a bottle, another two knives, rope and the ridiculous compass that an anonymous sponsor sent to him.

Eva wasn't there, he hoped (he really hoped) that the hovercraft he saw was one of District 13.

Aurora wasn't able to walk, much less run but he forced her. He had to, because it was better the pain that than being in Snow's hands.

Aurora was crying but she followed Jack because she was terrified. And the man's attitude didn't help at all. He was tall, strong and with a very unfriendly face. It's true that during the first moments in the Arena and since she sprained her ankle he took care of her, but after all those hours she was tired, thirsty and very confused. Both her ankle and arm hurt and she was bleeding.

"Follow the north" said the note along the compass. What the hell was in the North, Jack had no idea but at that point he was just improvising.

Without the electric dome, they were able to cross the arena. It was a miracle that the Capitol didn't put a bullet in their heads yet, but probably it was because everything there was a chaos and because without the tracker they probably believe they were on their way to District 13.

Jack found an abandoned house after two days in middle of nowhere. He was aware that the girl needed a place or she was going to die. They still had the wetsuit and it was terrible uncomfortable. Maybe the house was barely better than the exterior but a roof was roof. And it had a fireplace what allowed him to start a fire and an old wooden chest provided them with clothes. The bed was in worst conditions than the house itself but it could support Aurora's weight. Jack just laid on the floor both of them slept almost 24 hours.

The next four days they didn't move from there. Jack was able to hunt and rain gave them precious water.

It wasn't until the fifth day there that Jack saw something that caught his eye. The grass around the house started to move like there was an invisible propeller moving it. Jack knew what it meant. He forced Aurora to hid under the bed and he grabbed the biggest knife they had. Could he kill a bunch of peacekeepers with guns and highly trained in combat? He didn't know, but he was going to try.

Instead of a military equipment and men, from the inside of the house he heard a very familiar voice. But remembering the jabberjays, he didn't move.

"It's now or never," another voice said "the capitol is coming, too."

Jack opened the door and few metres away from him there was a small hovercraft, now visible, and he could see Eva's face in the door. It was her, of course it was her. Jack told Aurora that it was safe and both ran towards the ship.

The moment that Jack and Aurora were rescued marked the eighth day after the Quarter Quell.

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Thanks to Samuel, Alfie was able to get out the hospital two days after waking up. His healthy eye was able to tolerate the light again and antibiotics were enough to keep his injury healthy. As for the pain, Alfie wanted nothing to do with morphling, so they gave him just painkillers. They weren't equally effective but it was better for his brain.

His brother-in-law was wheeling him across the district. Even when he didn't see him yet, Campbell assigned him a single compartment next to Samuel's.

"Couples have another one," he said. "Bigger, I guess."

Alfie guessed there was where Eva and Jack went after his rescue the day before. He knew about his and Aurora's return thanks to Lucy who informed him about it. Maybe because he was willing to do the right thing for once, or because he was looking for something in return, Campbell allowed Eva to go with his soldiers in search of her husband.

Neither of them saw them since that moment. But it was easy to guess what they were doing. And for sure they deserved it.

As for Rose, there was no news. And the hopes to find her alive weren't high at all, but either of Alfie's friends said it out loud.

The tenth day in district 13 it was when finally Alfie met Aberama Gold. Rose's saviour, in her own words. He and Samuel were in his compartment when some knocks interrupted them.

"Who the fuck are you?" Alfie asked when his brother-in-law opened the door.

"Who the fuck am I?"

"What the fuck is this?"

"Alfie, this is Aberama Gold. I called him."

"Samuel, when a pikey walks in with hair like that. You have to ask yourself… Have I made a mistake? Was my Rosie high?"

"Alfie…" Samuel rolled his eyes. In a week he barely knew the man in front of him, but he understood very well the kind of personality he had.

"What should I expect from the man who said it was going to help my wife but he left her alone fucking devil knows where? Ya save your kid, and your fucking ass, right? Yes, you did."

"The plan was to put that bastards in the different Arenas and play with them, Solomons. It was never the idea to lose one of us. It was Rose decision to be there. And yet we rescued her feom the frozen forest. My daughter-in-law was in charge of the hovercraft where was Rose was in. They were heading here, but something happened in between and we lost communication. My son's girlfriend is missing too, so don't think I'm not looking for them, Solomons. But I have to be realistic that after 10 days…"

"They found Nelson two days ago, well and alive right?"

"Jack Nelson is a trained man."

"So you think she's dead. My wife. Get out of my fucking place, Gold."

"I don't know if she's dead, Solomons," said Aberama, opening the door "I said, it's a chance. And we need to be realistic."

"Get out."

As if he didn't think about it. The Shelbys were together, they always were. Now the Nelsons, too. But it was okay. Same as him, all four lived a hell and deserved a bit of happiness, especially considering that one of the couples had a little kid. But Alfie couldn't help but feel envy because District 13, same as the Capitol, only gave him misery. And along with the envy, it came the resentment and self hatred, because he couldn't do anything for his wife.

And all of that led him to self isolation.

The following two weeks, a total of month there, they barely saw Alfie and the only ones who really talk to him were Samuel and Nina but even them had problems to communicate with him.

And everything was worse after his friends were "blessed" for Campbell by giving them the rank of soldiers but since he couldn't train same as them because of his back, Campbell sent him to the kitchens because it was said that Alfie was a good cook.

There was the eldest victor of the group, not counting Aveline Young: from killing nine tributes with his own hands to peeling potatos for really useful people.

"You can't do that."

But depressed as he was, alone as he felt, his friends were determined to make his life a bit better.

Maybe because he was still guilty or because he considered Alfie his best friend, but Tommy Shelby was the first one, immediately after knowing it, that stood up in front of Campbell telling him that someone like Alfie, a victor, couldn't be in the kitchens like a normal citizen. Because even when he was incapable of fight, he still was one of them.

"If you are not in conditions of searching for his wife, then do something good for the man."

.

Even if he didn't need his wheelchair the whole time, Alfie used it anyway, especially to bother the soldiers who insisted in that he wasn't allowed to be in certain parts of the district.

"It's not my fault if you didn't build this fucking place for disabled people, mate. But I was informed that the beloved president wants to see me," he said.

A tall thin man, looked at him before using the intercom to ask for permission. Few moments later, Alfie was authorized to enter.

That was how after a month trapped there (he felt trapped), Campbell decided to talk to him.

"Please, Alfie, suit yourself" the president said offering him a comfortable chair. "I'm sorry it took me that long to talk to you but I've been busy. How are you feeling here?"

Alfie's dark blue eyes stared at him, asking him if he was joking about it or not.

"Like I am visiting the fucking paradise? Enjoying my fucking life."

Campbell breathed deeply before answering "I'm sorry, it wasn't a tricky question. I… things are really complicated, Alfie. We searched your wife around the area where the hovercraft was seen in the radar last time but we found nothing."

"Yes, you found," Alfie said still staring at him with cold eyes. "Didn't you find the rests of the hovercraft near district 10 or 11? I heard ya two nights ago while I was heading to my compartment. Let me reminder you your own words 'It was near a hill, half of it was on fire and the other looked like it exploded.'" Alfie continued talking, but feeling how rage was taking possession of his brain. "All of you are nothing but a group of incompetent assholes who solely purpose is to see who the fuck put their fucking ass in Snow's chair. Who's my Rosie when your balls are ready to dominate Panem and the rest of us? You're trying to seduce me with kind words promises of fucking what? I shit in your words, Campbell. Now if you excuse me, I have food to prepare. To feed your ass."

"It's true," Campbell admitted before Alfie could leave the room "We found the hovercraft. And two bodies. One belonged to the pilot and the other was a young woman. But we're sure it wasn't your wife because she's described as a short person and the body was taller than her. If your wife was in that ship, she managed to escape."

Everything disappeared. Houses, people, small shops… the Capitol destroyed everything she knew. There was no district 12 anymore. Her home. Their home.

Dorothy Brown and her little daughter, Allie, survived thanks that their house wasn't in the Seam itself but farther. There were rebels there, Dorothy heard, but to say the truth, there were rebels everywhere not just there but Snow decided that it was a good place to threw his bombs. And like a house of cards, everything was gone.

"We have to go, Allie."

"Can Ms. Boo come with us?" The girl asked showing her an old teddy bear.

The young woman nodded while Allie packed some things in her own little rucksack. Dorothy had no other option but to steal canned food from the victors village, the last place around District 12 that still existed.

Dorothy packed a letter and put it in Allie's bag. If anything happened to them, at least they're going to know their names and who they were.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, mommy."

"Let's go then, Allie."

District 12 wasn't their home anymore, if they wanted a chance to survive they had to go to district 13. It wasn't what the Capitol made them believe for a lot of years, district 13 existed and was more alive than never before. Or that was what Dorothy wanted to believe.

The moment they crossed the border that separated the forest from the district itself, the mother felt safe.

"There's a doggy," exclaimed Allie five days later. The route through the forest was harder than Dorothy imagined and she was incredible tired, even if they stopped to sleep and eat.

Allie, once clean and tidy, now had the hair dirty and had cuts in arms and legs. But she didn't protest.

"A doggy?"

"Yes! There!"

Dorothy's followed with her eyes the direction where her daughter was pointing and indeed she saw a dog. Big and brown was approaching them moving his tail. It seemed friendly and well fed. Dorothy asked herself if the dog had owners or survived hunting squirrel or maybe rabbits. The latest seemed to be more possible because after all those days in the forest she didn't see a single person.

His collar indicated that his name was Cyril.

The dog sniffed Dorothy first and then Allie. The girl hugged him, laughing and Cyril licked her little face.

It started to rain when Dorothy found a cave to spend time there until it was over.

For someone extrovert as Allie was, the lack of interaction with other people was affecting her. Her friends the ones who she used to play weren't there anymore. Neither were the kind neighbours around her house. And sadly, her mother not always wanted to talk. That's why Cyril was more than welcomed by the little girl because even if the dog couldn't talk, he seemed to be ready to listen to her and her adventures in district 12.

The rain stopped after two days. The mockingjays singing were a blessing for Dorothy who was anxious to see the sun again. Her stomach growled. She didn't eat much the last days because she gave part of her portion to her daughter.

"You need to stay here," Dorothy said to Allie.

"Mommy!"

"Listen, sweetheart, we're running out of food and I'm sure there're berries trees here. I need to collect them so we can eat. Maybe I can find a little animal to accompany them. Cyril will take care of you. Just a couple of hours, yes? I can't take you with me because it's dangerous, there's mud everywhere and you can hurt yourself. Tomorrow morning we continue our journey. You need to obey me."

"Okay, mommy."

Dorothy kissed her daughter's forehead and left her the blanket they shared and the remaining food. Cyril was lying next to Allie when she saw her once last time before searching for berries. But most of all, she needed to hunt something.

The thing is the Capitol was hunting, too and didn't take them long until they saw a solitary woman in the forest. So they shot.

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[mlmxreader]

Can't Let You Go | David Hesh Walker x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Pssst.... what if, hear me out here... I know "I think he's come back for his noon feeding" is from Jaws but!!! It's Y/N feeding people to their beloved that got turned into a zombie because they just CANNOT let go. Beloved in question is Hesh.

Optional but would be very funny if Logan helped capture victims because "It's not too different from hunting deer." and he also can't let Hesh go. The brother in law helps out.

Also optional, but would be interesting if Hesh could somewhat remember things even un-dead. Like Y/N tells him "I love you." and he'll sign it back because muscle memory or some shit. Establish a bit of motive for the whole "Letting my dead boyfriend murder and eat you." thing. - @tokillamockingbird427 ❞

: ̗̀➛ You're the only to blame for what happens to him, yet even still, between you and Logan, nobody can be quite sure who is less willing to part ways with him even though they know they should.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, smoking, graphic depictions of corpses, fatal injuries described in detail, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, murder, gun violence

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You blamed yourself for it, more than anything, knowing that the others had done everything that they could whilst you were over with a different task force doing some training; it was your fault that he had gotten that way. Your fault that he turned into a monster.

You should have known that the people they were after would have used the gas; infecting Hesh when he was alone in the control room.

You should have protected him, and look what you had done; he was far from the Hesh you had fallen in love with.

His beautiful, smooth skin was now covered in dried blood, the white cloth he had tried to use to protect himself was melted into his skin and had torn open to expose his fleshless jaw. Hanging on by tendons, dribbles of blood staining the once white fabric.

His skin was grey, pale and thick like a dying scab. Claw marks on his head where he had tried to fight the infection. His right eye was completely gone, melted from his skull and exposing the deep and empty socket; you could see right through to the back of his skull.

Bits of bubbled flesh stuck to his lower eyelid. A hole in the side of his neck where he had tried to kill himself in desperation, blistered flesh around the entry point. His hands were cracked and blistered, skin hanging off in thick scabs constantly, all up to his shoulders.

He could hardly speak, the words sounding more like an imitation of human speech; he sounded human in voice, but the words were just wrong. You had done this. It had all been your fault.

You and Logan knew you couldn’t let him go out on his own, knew that he couldn’t be given up to the US military; you also both knew that you needed Hesh, you needed him around. A life without Hesh… you didn’t want to imagine it, and neither did Logan.

Logan had never been without his big brother, and you had been Hesh’s significant other for so long that you just couldn’t stomach the thought of being without him anymore.

Together, you and Logan took Hesh to a cabin in the woods that you had been left in an inheritance; you put up six foot tall fences made of thick wood with a doggy door that only opened if Riley’s microchip was scanned, and ensured that the rest of the property was littered with barbed wire and traps to make absolutely sure that no one would ever find Hesh.

No cellular phones. No internet. No computers. Never anything that could ever be tracked to the location, not even burner phones.

Nobody else was ever allowed to know; Logan told Elias and Keegan that he was going to see some friends for a while whenever he came to visit Hesh, and you had no one to talk to anyway so you didn’t really need to worry about anyone finding out.

You moved into the cabin, Logan could only ever visit when he could manage to get away. It worked well enough, though, nobody in, nobody out except you and Logan.

If he ever felt like he was being followed, he would immediately drive past the cabin and head down to the local hotel; sign in under his own name, and remain there until it was time for him to go back to Elias’s house.

Never risk anything.

You were both adamant about that.

But every day, even though it always came back the same, you would always check Hesh’s state over and you would always try and clean up some of the wounds; he would sit there patiently, watching you with such softness in his eyes that it was almost hard to believe that he wasn’t fully human anymore.

No heartbeat. No respiratory rate. No reaction to being tapped on the knees or elbows. He didn’t bleed when he got paper cuts from thorns he picked up. He didn’t feel anything when he bumped into objects around the cabin. Never even flinched.

He didn’t sleep. He didn’t produce any bodily fluids like sweat, drool or mucus. He was a rotted corpse, through and through, but he didn’t seem to be rotting even more; like the gas had caused him to decompose up to a certain point and then let him be.

You almost wondered if they did it in hopes of creating soldiers, but you didn’t really care.

Hesh was still mostly himself; still pressed himself to your back when he saw you cooking, still nuzzled into you at night while you slept, still smiled and grinned when he saw you singing and dancing as you put the washing away.

He was still free to roam during the day, though, having access to everything within the six foot tall fence at least; it spanned quite a large area, but you still worried.

You checked every day to make sure that every panel was secure so that he wouldn’t get out and get caught by someone who wouldn’t understand.

Didn’t change the fact that he was always so fucking cold to the touch, though. His fingers always felt like ice, and his lips never failed to make you shiver; it took a while to get used to it when he peppered kisses along your neck like he used to when he came home from deployment.

But like every other being on the planet, Hesh still needed to feed; he still needed to eat, and you and Logan knew what you had to do; you knew that Logan was a skilled hunter, but you still felt bad about asking even though you knew he would agree - you still felt bad about asking him to do such a thing, knowing how much it would hurt you both.

But you had to keep Hesh going, you couldn’t let him fade away, you couldn’t let him leave - neither of you were ready for that, you needed him.

It started out small.

Logan would go hunting in the woods when tourism was slower and there were less people around to notice him going after whatever game there was; he would hunker down, wait for one to become separated from the herd to get lost, and then take the shot when it wasn’t looking.

He made sure to never use his car, and to always be within walking distance; leaving the prey on the small table you had made for Hesh. He would wash his hands of the blood he had spilled, watching Hesh bite chunks from the large carcass, tearing it apart with grunts and growls.

But it was only deer, that was all; it was only ones that ever became separated from the herd, and it was only ones that wouldn’t really be noticed. 

“We can’t keep this up,” Logan whispered. “Someone’s gonna find out - I know it’s only… deer. But still.”

You frowned, knowing that he was right. “We need to find a new herd, that’s all… there’s an unmarked, inconspicuous trailer… it’s big enough for a deer or two… and you can attach it to the car. Just say you’re using it to help someone move.”

“And the blood?” Logan asked with a raised brow. 

“I’ve got some buck fur,” you admitted. “And antler velvet, a few hooves leftover from old taxidermy - covers it up nicely.”

Logan nodded, pursing his lips as he looked over at Hesh, who was reaching into his chest; the flesh separated easily, a gaping hole of pale grey flesh hanging open like putty, when he heard a crack, Logan growled softly.

“Hesh! No!”

Hesh looked at Riley, then back at Logan, pouting. “Fetch?”

“No!” Logan commanded, huffing loudly. “Not with your own ribs!”

You whirled around, looking at what Hesh had done and sighing heavily. “Oh, baby… come here, let’s get that sorted.”

Hesh looked at you sadly as you examined the open hole. “Bad?”

You shook your head, looking up at him as you sighed and dared to gently kiss his scarred forehead. “You’re not bad, Hesh… you’re okay. You just made a little mistake ‘s all.”

He nodded slowly, sighing. “Miss. Be. Warm.”

Your breath hitched a little as you swallowed thickly. “I know… I know…”

He outstretched his arm, a loud peeling sound coming from the insides of his elbows where the flesh was full of sharp scaps; taking a step forward, he tilted his head down slightly.

Even in death, that fucker still knew how to use the puppy dog eyes with only just one eye, and you couldn’t fucking resist; wrapping your arms around him and letting him snuggle into you as you held him.

It seemed like he couldn’t get enough, trying to keep you as close as he possibly could and trying to get his hands under your clothes; yet he couldn’t feel the warmth against his hands, and he couldn’t tell if his own were getting colder or warmer.

He just knew that he missed the feeling of being warm, and that he missed being able to actually feel you; the sensation of sweating at night because you were snuggled into one another and he was overheating beneath the thick duvet.

You missed the feeling of his warm hands on your body, almost scared to touch him thanks to the ice; it made you feel like a part of you was missing, a chopped off limb. A removed organ. You sighed, your eyes thick with tears as you sniffled, letting him go and gently kissing his cold, cracked lips.

“Logan?”

“Yeah?”

“Do me a favour,” you told him, turning away from Hesh.

Logan shrugged. “Sure.”

“Let me borrow your rifle,” you said, voice shaking. “I need to go hunting.”

Logan silently pointed over to where he had left it, and watched as you and Riley left the fenced off area, leaving him alone with his brother. He looked at him, studying his brother's features. He knew that it was still Hesh; when he looked into that sad, singular eye, he could still see his brother trapped within it.

Yet his cheeks were completely gone, the flesh sloughed off long ago during the gas attack, leaving the sides of his jaws hanging on by tendons and strings from the stained cloth. His hands were blistered and bloodied, no longer the calloused hands of his elder brother who used to ruffle his hair when he was upset.

His arms were covered in thick, long scabs just like the scratches across his hairline. His chest was agape, the skin slapping against itself dryly when it caught the slight wind. Of course Logan knew that it was still his brother, it just didn't look like him anymore.

He swallowed thickly, pulling out a packet of cigarettes from his back pocket and offering one to him; Hesh took it, and put it in his mouth as Logan lit it. The smoke drifting into the hole in his skull where his eye used to be; up close, Logan could see the tunnel all the way to the back of Hesh's skull.

He could see the grey mass of lumpy muscle that should have been pumping and thumping, that should have been light pink and squishy. That should have been a brain. He watched as Hesh took a long drag, but never blew out the smoke again, and he frowned.

In every sense, it was Hesh, Logan knew that, but it was… he was wrong. He was Hesh, but he was wrong. But he was still Hesh, and Logan wasn’t ready to be without him - even if it meant having the wrong one.

He sniffled, daring to look at his brother’s remaining eye as he nodded slowly.

“Dad misses you, y’know,” he said, his voice shaking. “I wish I could bring him here, but… it’d hurt him… but he still talks about you all the time like you’re… still here.”

Hesh nodded. “Still here.”

“You were my big brother,” Logan started, tears in his eyes and his voice falling apart with every syllable that left his mouth.

He wished he could have had more time, he wished he could have even though he knew that he would never.

Still, he cleared his throat, and he dared to continue despite his voice giving out, “you protected me, you taught me how to do all the shit Dad wouldn’t - how to smoke, how to drink, how to misbehave, how to sneak into pubs without ID… and I’m lost without you. I was never… I never wanted to… to be alive without you, man. You were always meant to be there for me, you promised.”

Hesh frowned. “Still here… still brother.”

“I know,” Logan whispered, taking a shaky drag from his cigarette. “But you’re not… you’re not you… you’re not… you’re not alive anymore, and I… I can’t let you go because I can’t picture a life without my big brother.”

“Love,” Hesh growled out, his hands signing the words. Muscle memory. “Love you.”

A sob left Logan as he whimpered and did his best to steady himself. “I love you, too.”

Riley was crouched in the bush next to you, sniffing the air as you steadied Logan’s rifle, hunkered down, you used leaves to pad the gun so that it was even more silenced, and with the commotion from all the lorries nearby, nobody would ever hear a thing.

You had your eyes on the prey, and so did the dog beside you, ready to pounce if you needed him to; you watched as your prey took a few steps forward, right into your sites, and then you pulled the trigger.

It reached up to grab its neck, suddenly slumping to the side and twitching violently; you pulled the trigger again, and this time, an orange spray rained through the woods, and you could easily see that part of the head was missing.

It was done.

Riley ran over, sniffing it and making sure that it was dead before he sat down, waiting for you to come collect your prize; you sighed, grabbing the ankle and trying to ignore the bits of metal slapping your hand as you dragged it.

Riley was the first to go back, while you followed behind shortly after. The dog was happy, but as you hauled your prize onto the slaughter table, you couldn’t help but to feel slightly empty.

Usually, hunting helped you to clear your mind, but… not this time. 

Logan came over, Hesh following behind him, and he looked at what you had managed to get. “Good eating.”

You nodded, removing a boot and tossing it aside with a pile of others. Logan helped you to remove the coat, hat, scarf, gloves, shirt, trousers and underwear in total silence. “Check the coat for a wallet, same with the trousers.”

Logan nodded curtly, heading over to the clothing pile that was steadily starting to pile up against the fence. “On it.”

Hesh stood on the other side of the table, watching as you grabbed a knife. He brought his hands up, and smiled, daring to slowly sign four words: “you are my sunshine.”

You looked at him, and sniffled as you nodded. “My only sunshine.”

“You make happy,” Hesh told you, then pointed at the grey skies. “Even when.”

You couldn’t believe that he still remembered that song, the one you used to sing in the car together when he picked you up for date nights; the one that he was going to sing at your wedding. You wanted to sob, but nodded slowly as you swallowed thickly, watching him head over to his little food table.

You whistled at Logan, and pointed over. “I think he’s come back for his noon feeding.”

Logan nodded, daring to come over and aid you with chopping up the limbs and removing flesh from bone. “Is it wrong I still love him?”

You shook your head, daring to meet his gaze even though your own was teary. “No, because I still do, too… I know… I know he’s not our Hesh, but…”

“But you can’t imagine a life without him,” Logan whispered, picking up a pile of goopy, dripping flesh as he cleared his throat. “Nor me.”

You continued to grab what meat you could while Logan put what was done on Hesh’s table.

Immediately, he gathered up as much as he could in his hands, blood dripping from between his grey fingertips and staining his skin harshly.

He bit into it, a loud squelch echoing all around as he started to rip it apart; Logan could see the bits of flesh moving in his mouth through the holes in his cheeks, and was almost sick at the sight.

Still, he went back and picked up some more meat from your table before giving it to Hesh. 

“We need to burn all of this,” you told him, nodding at the piles of clothes and mouldy bones. “Or at least bury it.”

Logan nodded in agreement. “You got a shovel?”

“Back room in the cabin,” you told him, clearing your throat. “Logan?”

He hummed as he looked back at you.

“You’re the best brother-in-law I could ask for,” you told him sincerely. “Thank you.”

Hesh got up as Logan walked away, dragging himself over to where you were and planting his hands on the table as he glared at you, tilting his head to the side. “Love… love you… my… sunshine.”

He looked pleased with himself, and you just couldn’t help it, grinning as you nodded eagerly. “I love you, too, baby… go eat, you need it. We’ll have more for you tomorrow, alright?”

Hesh nodded, extending his hand and showing you what he had in it, gesturing for you to take some. “Eat.”

You looked at the boneless fingers, and you smiled. “Maybe in a minute, I gotta get all this cleaned up.”

Hesh left them on the table, nudging them your way. “Eat. Love.”

You sighed, licking your lips. “In a minute, I promise.”

He frowned, but reluctantly slunk back to his table; you weren’t really sure what to do, whether to engage in what could only be described as polite cannibalism, or to wait until Hesh was too busy to notice you throw them away.

But you supposed, you deserved such a torment; it was all your fault that Hesh had become what he did, and you knew that you could not change that even if you did your best.

You knew that you deserved such torment for letting him die, for not being able to save the man you loved so much. 

[painting-warhammer]

Magus in the style of Queen (Deltarune)

Definitely a messier one, and a drop in quality. Really just the result of me wanting to have a fun figure I did on the side for a series I'm obsessed with. Commentary under cut.

For practice figures, literally what I will do is just go through the Games Workshop store, see a figure and then realize "holy crap... I could paint this like [_____] from a series I like!", or in other words, how every Warhammer fan over 40 paints their Tyranids as the xenomorphs. It ends up being the equivalent of a mini-painting "doodle" or "warmup" in between working on the "real" army. I don't really think about or worry over making a larger "thematically connected" army.

What's kinda sad is that, with Queen in particular, I actually did buy another Genestealer Cultist figure with the intent to paint them as a Deltarune character. I have a primed Abominant that I was planning to paint as Lancer and the King.

Even separately from that, I considered having Lancer on his bike as an Atalan Jackal. But you'd have to get a full set of five, and honestly I just want the one popping a wheelie.

Not to mention, goddammit, that now I actually have Green Stuff. I shouldn't have primed them! I could have connected the hammer to his stomach and made the spade... at the very least, I should have given them their coneheads. Damn.

Anyways, Queen. Not a lot to say, you can see paint going over the lines and somehow only the wineglass-turned-staff is the only good looking part. I didn't busy myself too much with details and I think this was unfinished; I don't remember what state I considered this to be in when I last touched it a year ago. I might give some shade to the gown and the head, and boots and cowl deserve an edge highlight or two. Apologies to trypophobes when it comes to whatever the fuck my primer did to the inside of her thigh...

It's also to kinda say fixing her up is not my top priority. I finally have enough figures in my actual army to play the game (this took LITERALLY three years) so that's where my focus is going to be. That's not to say no forever, but it is to say TTFN.

What I was really hyped about was the base. I took a copy of Fairly Oddparents: Breakin' Da Rules for Game Boy Advance, an absolutely awful Megaman clone that will not be missed. and then sanded it down until it was just small enough to be based. I drew with a marker the relative circumference I had to get it to. I suppose I could have freehanded the wires but I'm sick of my bases being dirt and debris, I wanted something nice. Only problem was the glue gun definitely made a big ol' gap between the base and the basing.

I think most of the fun of this one was daydreaming about how this fits in the 40K universe. Her standing on a microchip is probably impossible, that's only a factor of her being the size of one in real life, but who knows. I imagine that she's from a Genestealer Cult that had infected a Forgeworld, specifically. I think there are gameplay mechanics to venerate a bug version of the Omnissiah? Don't know for sure.

That's all for now! If you have started following me or read my other posts, thank you for all the notes across all of them. It's very humbling; I really don't think these are very good and I think any goodwill is based on who they are rather than any ability/talent rendering those people. The next few posts are going to be my actual army and the lore I wrote up for them, but that doesn't mean that's the end of the "[Warhammer Character] in the style of [Thing From Franchise]" posts. I have three that are started and unfinished, and I might do touchups or even outright re-dos of the previous ones I've posted. Thank you for your support. I don't do this for cash [what Warhammer fan can?] or clout so getting even a like has been very encouraging and flattering.

[blandandtasteless]

Immortal snail question be upon ye. 

You and a super intelligent snail both get 1 million dollars, and you both become immortal, however you die if the snail touches you. It always knows where you are and slowly crawls toward you. What's your plan?

With a million dollars get the snail welded into a cast iron orb and keep it with me at all times.

Theoretically, immortality and infinite time will let you take risks and generate infinite wealth, so when I’m wealthy enough, shoot my snail into the sun. That gives me a few billion years until it moves anywhere, and it won’t be near me. <- is the wrong answer, cause sun will explode losing track of snail, I need to shoot it at a black hole which won’t kill the snail but the snail can never leave, at least until the Schwartzchild radiation renders the black hole deleted, by which time we’re talking heat death of the universe. <- this is also a wrong answer however because I would wanna die sometime before then… Iron Ball it is!

I keep him in an iron ball in my house and microchip the ball and get ball remade every now and then. And when possible, put the ball in a box in the middle of nowhere under constant surveillance from me (this is post-get-a-lot-of-money) just me, you can’t trust anyone else to take the stakes as serious as yourself.

THE FINAL PROBLEM is living long enough to want to die from dissatisfaction with immortality, whilst also keeping hold of the snail at a distance in your mind which is far enough away to forget about it whilst also always being able to access it when you want to move it. The stakes cannot possibly be higher than: If I fail, I must endure eternity.

The snail is like a gun. Anyone can kill themselves at any time with a gun, but I’ve only got this gun, so I’ve gotta carry it with me every day I don’t plan to kill myself for the one day that I do.

[eroticcannibal]

So who actually supports home education?

Idiots whose only experience of alternative forms of education is reddit posts made by survivors of the worst cases and cult documentaries may think its all "the guvment gonna take my guns and microchip me" types but what is the reality?

There of course will always be an amount of weirdoes, but these are not representative.

A huge proportion of those who home educate do it because of an understanding of child development and education methods. Unfortunately how schools educate does not match up with the science on how kids learn best. Many know this from experience as a large amount of home educaters are *teachers*. When you know better, you do better, and home education allows you to follow the science.

A significant amount have to withdraw their children from school due to the schools failing. This is not ideological, this is survival. Neurodivergent kids, kids with complex medical needs, and increasingly in the past few years, kids with or who's family members have immune disorders. A child cannot learn if their needs are not being met. Schools often resist meeting these needs for ideological or financial reasons, and LAs can be uncooperative for financial reasons.

Due to either dissatisfaction with schools generally on ideological grounds or as a result of rising high control environments in schools, parents may opt out due to beliefs. Some of these may be more right wing beliefs, but a lot, especially more recently, are due to more leftist beliefs. Many, even those of centrist and right wing beliefs, have always taken issue with the role of schools, be it a vague "they don't care about my kid, they only care about creating a worker" or actually naming the problem (capitalism). Schools will always reflect the government, which is a concern for many as a government becomes more facist. Many kids right now are being pulled due to the increasing anti-trans sentiment, either out of fear of what their child will learn or simply because their child is trans and not safe.

Curriculum can also be a reason people prefer home ed. A school curriculum must somewhat support all students, as well as the social and ideological goals of the government. A home ed curriculum caters entirely to the child.

Minority groups may often end up in home education due to other ingredients and lack of access. Travelling families may prefer to educate their children themselves rather than deal with changing schools. There are also many cases where attempts to address social issues due to perceived or actual extremism in religious communities further pushes these religious families away from the wider community.

Many people truly believe in the value of community, and see schools as robbing their children of the chance to truly be a part of their communities. Real world learning is incredibly popular and quite obviously not isolationist in nature.

Some lifestyles simply do not support schooling. Families who move a lot for work, children working in creative fields etc

And there are schools refusers. All kids deserve an education, even those who won't go to school. Kids are being driven to drug use and suicide by school environments. They are being bullied, physically assaulted and sexually abused. Parents in these situations just want their children to be safe.

The reasons people home educate are numerous and complex, and usually very good. The bad ones are not many. They just make better stories, so you hear about them more.

[foreverlogical]

Expanded overtime guarantees for millions

First over-the-counter birth control pill to hit U.S. stores in 2024

Gun violence prevention and gun safety get a boost

Renewable power is the No. 2 source of electricity in the U.S. — and climbing

Preventing discriminatory mortgage lending

A sweeping crackdown on “junk fees” and overdraft charges

Forcing Chinese companies to open their books

Preventing another Jan. 6

Building armies of drones to counter China

The nation’s farms get big bucks to go “climate-smart”

The Biden administration helps broker a deal to save the Colorado River

Giving smaller food producers a boost

Biden recommends loosening federal restrictions on marijuana

A penalty for college programs that trap students in debt

Biden moves to bring microchip production home

Tech firms face new international restrictions on data and privacy

Cracking down on cyberattacks

Countering China with a new alliance between Japan and South Korea

Reinvigorating cancer research to lower death rates

Making medication more accessible through telemedicine

Union-busting gets riskier

Biden inks blueprint to fix 5G chaos

Biden empowers federal agencies to monitor AI

Fixing bridges, building tunnels and expanding broadband

The U.S. is producing more oil than anytime in history

Strengthening military ties to Asian allies

A new agency to investigate cyberattacks

Making airlines pay up when flights are delayed or canceled

READ THE DETAILS HERE

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[cherrythepuppet]

Look At This!

I originally wrote this a couple months back but accidently deleted it, The orgingal was so much better and I had to re-write this was memory

Grover: @trashcanplant

Mob AU:@/clownsuu

TW: Penny gets bonked in head a few times

Penny gnawed at the ropes that held her arms together before suddenly she was hit in the back of the head "Cut that out!" One of the gang members demanded

"Your not my mom!" Penny exclaimed as she continued to chew on the ropes however she stopped after getting hit in the head again

"Whyd we take that one?" "Because She's the weakest" "I doubt that... she nearly tore off Ron's arm" "That's what happened to his arm?!"

Penny smirked when she heard that but it disappeared once She saw another gang member dragging somebody with a sack on their head into the warehouse

The gang member threw the person next to Penny and took the sack off "Hi Grover!" Penny exclaimed "Oh fuckin' great..." Grover grumbled

"So how'd you get kidnapped? For me, I was distracted watching these two rats fight over this moldy peice of pizza which looked decently good but-" "Penny. I do not care"

"The dame's talking again!" The guy that hit Penny hit her in the head again but this time with the back of his gun

"Ow..." Penny frowned while the guy left the two "How are we gettn' outta this?" Grover asked himself but then the ropes around him were untied

He looked over and saw Penny staring at him untied "You-" "I ate the ropes." "Oh, Well at least your teeth finally came in handy"

"So plan?" Penny asked as Grover put a hand to his chin trying to think, Penny watched then mimicked him "Weapons, where are our wepaons?" Grover replied

Penny pointed at a box over in the back of the warehouse

"Great. so we just-" "Tear their skin off?" Grover sighed "I can get the weapons but I'll need a distraction" Grover said "Finally my time has come" Penny grinned before she climbed onto a stakc of boxes

She cleared her throat to get everyone's attention and started singing "When I was a young Girl, I never thought it'd come to this!" She announced

Grover paused then slowly backed away from the crowd "The scars all seemed to heal And, soon, all I feel is regret" Penny began

"And now, I'm a grown gal! I've lost it all again But what I'll miss the most, Pay close attention while you get a look at... this!" She pulled a rubber duck out of her pockets

"Yeah, look at this! Then, look at that! Hehey, here's a hat!" She opened up a box and pulled out a random hat then threw it at someone

"This nonsense mostly doesn't mean a thing But listen closely, maybe it explains everything!" Grover quietly took out a few Gang members in the back

He got to the weapons and grabbed his Sickle as Penny continued singing "The secret to Bitcoin, computers, and microchips! The key to the future If you only look at this!"

She jumped off the boxes wobbling a bit when she landed then put a chocolate coin into someone's hands "Riches untold, you'll have dollars of gold If you focus on me, as the story unfolds"

And just as she was running out of ideas, She started singing in a Rock way instead of Opera "LOOK AT THIS! I HOLD THE KEY TO THE MYSTERY!"

"LOOK AT THIS! LOOK AT NOTHING EXCEPT FOR ME!" She grabbed a gang members chin forcing them to look at her when they saw Grover in the corner

"LOOK AT THIS!" Penny chuckled and started making unintelligible growling "THAT WAS GIBBERISH! GROVER, HURRY THE FUCK UP!" Penny shouted

"I don't know how long I can do this!" She sighed "Ima need another sixty seconds!" Grover told her "Aw, fuck!" Penny groaned

She paused forgetting What to say "Okay, the thing I'm trying to say- I will say if you look this way..." She blinked then coughed

"Uh, y-you know, it's, uh, just as Toni used to say..." She trailed off "Puzza lasagna! Contorni, limoncello" She exclaimed

"Fortepiano! Buongiorno, ada Vongole" Antoni would be so pissed over this "Luigi, Firenze, Bucatini! Cingale~ Cingale~"

Penny took in a deep breath and kept going "So, look at... this! Please look at this! I am running out of places I can take this bit!" She cried

"So, look at this! Look at my face! I regret every event that got me in this place!" Finally Grover was noticed and when a gang member drew their Gun out Penny jumped onto their back

"This little song is driving me insane! My exhaustion is audible!" The gang member grabbed her hands and threw her off them and into a wall

"Now, the ending is probable! CUZ' THIS RUSE IS IMPOSSIBLE to maintain-" She was cut off by getting kicked in the head

"Shut the fuck up, Broad!" They demanded moments before Their head fell to the ground "Penn?" Grover asked

Penny laid on the ground coughing and groaning "My head hurts..." She mumbled "Alright- Just... C'mon get up" Grover said

He helped Penny up and she wobbled around "Did we win?" She asked "Uh- Yeah" Grover replied "Yaaaay!!" Penny giggled

"Let's get you to Poppy" Grover sighed "I like her" Penny grinned "I know, Penn. I know" Grover mumbled....

[luminlunii]

Hi! I'm new to your blog! First off, love your artwork! It's awesome! Second, I have a question for an idea. If Rocky had a microchip in his brain to mind control him into being a deadly assassin, what kind of assassin do you think he'd be? Quiet and stealthy? Or guns a blazing and not caring who saw him?

Hello! And thank you for the compliment akdfa;lkd

Rocky being an assassin...that's so funny to think about. Because normally, he is guns blazing. The Tornado. Destructive and useful as a distraction.

It can mind control him right? So, when I read that part my mind is drawing towards Winter Soldier. Like how he was ruthless and daunting to face. An actual threat that could kill you with ease. Unlike other characters because they are simply too reactive or emotional to death.

So, somewhere between Winter Soldier and just plain old quiet and stealthy I think. Like Assassin's Creed Style.

It would be really cool if he had like a code word that triggered the microchip into actually working. That would be pretty neat. And also funny depending on the word. And then another word to deactivate the microchip to stop him being murderous. Rocky would flat out not remember and think the others are gaslighting him and vice versa lmao.

This is a good story concept it could probably be one-shot on Ao3.

[softk1111tty]

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angel or kitty or cherry // 2001 // he + it // white and tme // main @ch333rryboy

THIS IS AN 18+ / KINK BLOG.

if you are a sfw blog/under 18 do not reblog my posts. if you want to reblog my plushie transparents, id much rather you just save the image and repost it with the source link yourself. its not like i own the images anyway, i just take them from the sellers website and make them transparent. just make sure you add the source 🙏 <3

if i interact with anyone who does not want nsfw interaction it was 100% an accident, and i try to check each blog i reblog from for a dni. if i miss something i wont be offended by anyone blocking me or whatever. keep yourself safe, i just ask not to be harassed for attempting to curate my own personal, safe, place.

with all that out of the way, heres more about the kitty (thats me !) under the cut ⬇️

this is a side blog for soft things and hard(er) kinks. everything thats too fucked up or embarassing to go on main. think of it like a sub-subspace. absolutely no minors.

soft kitty working on my resume to be a fulltime basement pet. thinks about being cannibalized often. fantasizes about being microchipped. wants to be pampered, more than willing to settle for torture. gods specialest most manipulatable boy. extremely clippable wings. deeply traumatized, full of daddy issues. 100% grade a raw meat. dumb whore. daddys pretty boy. made up of dollparts. toy in need of repairs. fuzzy bedside plush. full of cotton stuffing and gore. fragile, handle with care. Or dont. etc, i <3 my daddy, my owner, my everything, unconditionally and entirely💖

i age regress (~12-15). i have extreme, intense, and frequent mood swings. i struggle with an eating disorder. i self harm. i have extensive childhood sexual abuse trauma. and, not that the reason rly makes a difference, but i sexualize all of these things as a coping mechanism.

my favorite colors are cherry red, dusty baby pink, and peach. i love my stuffies and soft blankets and chew toys! i collect palm pals ! ! my favorite scents are fresh laundry, eucalyptus, lavender, and beachy coconut-y smells. i luv making bracelets for my friends and daddy and me ^_^

my stuffie friends are lamby, muffin, and dino :3

no trigger tags or dni here. expect to see rape kink, dad/son/ddlb/fauxcest, intox, corruption, kidnapping, captivity, food control, emeto, some blood stuff, medfet, knife/gun play, impact/breath/burn play, marking/branding, romanticization of emotional AND physical abuse, etc.

i will never post/reblog pictures of irl dead bodies; when i reblog anything that constitutes as "gore", i try to make sure it is either 1) fake or 2) part of consensual kink. i am not a fan of snuff/death, and i have "irl gore" blacklisted. i will tag anything that i feel is too much with 'irl gore' too.

if youve read this far id appreciate it if you liked the post but its not required or anything

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