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nevada-got-screwed-over · 2 years ago

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Original Inspiration / Masterpost

Chapter 14 / Chapter 16

Theta!South AU. I Guess.

Chapter: 15

Words: “I’m 3 chapters ahead guys trust me” (2,022 [how appropriate])

A lifeless hand pressed to the finger scan that operated the door, a pneumatic click releasing the lock. The door slid open, revealing Mason – and the man holding a gun to his head.

“You take another step and I’ll –”

South shot first and released a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

Her HUD was alight with alerts – exposed wiring, broken bones, dehydration – Mason wasn’t conscious, but he was breathing. A win-win by the looks of it, he wouldn’t be too happy to wake up.

“Oh God…” Meg’s voice was muffled as South removed her helmet, Theta’s soft reassurances fading. Scans were clear – no hostiles in the vicinity. Not any that were still breathing.

Mason flinched as South cut the zipties from his left wrist, the blood on her knife cherry red against the long dried coagulation from where the binds had bitten into his skin.

“Easy, Easy Wu…” She breathed softly as he groaned, squinting through a black eye.

“South…?”

“Relax,” South cut the binds on his other arm, careful above the exposed wiring of his half- disassembled leg. “You’re a fucking mess,” His eyes were unfocused, pupils black and yawning despite the bright lights of the room. “God, Meg’s gonna kill you –”

She heard the footsteps, just in time to dodge.

The knife clipped her ear; it was better than driving into the back of her neck. Wincing she spun to face the new threat. He was smaller than her, a head shorter and twice as fast. She barely knocked his pistol to the side before he fired from the hip. There was blood on his orange bandana. It wasn’t his own.

South planted a heavy kick to his knee, left leg buckling as he cursed and slipped in the blood of the dead man on the floor. He swiped at her with his blade, more to keep her from coming closer than to inflict injury.

“Fuck! Fucking grab her, Sam – fuck!”

She heard these footsteps a second too late, her brain processing the second assailant who had sculked into the room during the scuffle. Panic and surprise stalled her long enough for him to close the gap between them. He pinned her arms behind her back, hands strong and steady.

Still reeling, her only coherent thought was that she shouldn’t have taken off her helmet. She wished Theta was here, watching her back. She missed North’s groan, an audible eye roll followed by the chiding reminder to turn on her trackers.

“Fuck, I think – how the fuck do we get through this place without a scratch but this bitch – Christ it better not be broken –”

Right. Being attacked.

Instinct and training kicked in as the smaller man struggled to his feet, pistol in hand. South shifted her weight, managing to catch the man holding her – Sam the other had called him – by surprise. Going limp, dragging him forward just enough for the back of her head to smash his nose as she kicked off the floor. Unfortunately, the pain hadn’t phased him or, like a crocodile in a death roll, his iron grip refused to let go; her arms remained pinned in his hands.

She could work with that.

Having AI in her head for so long had made her thoughts feel faster than the world around her, even after so long. Sam was still recovering from the headbut and her momentum was unbroken; she leveraged her weight against the man behind her to pull the man in front of her into a headlock, thin neck constricted between her thighs. Half strangled he snarled, teeth bared and knife raising to drive into her leg.

“Can everybody calm down?” Mason’s voice was strained, but it held a lilt of cold authority South had never heard from him. The trio, locked in their fight, froze and stared at him.

“She’s trying to kill us,” The man in orange seethed, still held in a headlock, but South had eased the pressure on his throat.

“You’re trying to kill me,” She hissed back, glaring up at the man who held her upper body still. His expression was blank, though there seemed to be annoyance simmering in his eyes.

“Let him go, South,” Mason heaved with a sigh. “Drop her, Sam.” Reluctantly, South loosened her deadlock on the smaller man, who happily put himself a distance away from her. To his credit, Sam released her the same instant. The bruises on her arms wouldn’t be pretty, but neither would his broken nose.

“What the fuck is going on Wu?” The orange one grimaced, wincing as his fingers brushed his bruised neck. Sam had moved to Mason’s side, gentle hands quickly patching the exposed wires and replacing the unscrewed bolts of his prosthetic.

“South, Sam and Isaac. Sam and Isaac, South.” He restrained a gasp as Sam snapped a piece of the leg back into place.

“Codenames,” He grumbled, narrowed eyes following South as she stepped closer, reaching for her helmet. Mason watched her, face screwed up in confusion.

“Why are you…how did you…?”

“If your wife want’s you dead when we get back, I’m not going to get in her way. Your drinking buddies suck.” She snapped, rolling her eyes and sliding the helmet back over her hair.

“SOUTH!” Theta’s shriek made her flinch, much to the confusion of the three men. “You should have kept your helmet on – I’m sorry, they came up so quickly, the scan’s range is limited and –”

“Patch me through,” Meg’s voice had lost all sympathy, rage rattling through the static. “I’m going to put that idiot under house arrest – ankle bracelet, whatever I need to do –”

South tuned out Megan’s half serious threats, nodding to Mason.

“Your wife is glad you’re not dead. She’s going to make you wish you were.” She translated, chuckling at Meg’s audible seething. Theta stayed quiet, sizing up Mason’s condition and keeping close tabs on the other two.

“Okay but who the fuck are you? Why do you know Mason –”

“Siris,” Sam, corrected.

“I rent the attached apartment.” She shrugged in regard to Isaac’s question, though Theta took note of the codename. Sam helped Mason to his feet, an arm slung over the larger man’s shoulder for stability.

“And you – there’s a lot of bodies we didn’t make back there.” Isaac’s eyes narrowed, his suspicion evident. “How the hell did you even find him here?”

“You’re not the only soldiers in the city,” South scoffed, and she softly tapped her boot to Mason’s prosthetic. Sam threatened a low growl in response, jaw clenched. “RFID tag in UNSC devices.” She leaned against the doorframe; arms crossed. “Listen, it’s been a long night, so if you want an interrogation, can we do it anywhere but here? Unless you want the police doing the interrogating.”

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“You gotta be shitting me,” Isaac was drunk – they all were, to some degree – but the smile across his face was genuine. “So – so what? They just slapped everyone with neural implants? Even – even the fucking – the sim troopers? Really?”

“Project protocol, sometimes I – I forget not everyone ran special ops.” The shot burned down her throat, the warmth in her gut a relief from the icy stress that had gripped her throughout the night.

Meg wasn’t about the let the newly acquainted trio crash in her home – not when she still had to chew out her husband and break the baby news to him. Not to mention, Isaac and Sam seemed keen to get a drink – still nursing their bruises and bloody noses. South was tired enough and enticed enough by the offer of a drink at the pair’s apartment to join them for some war stories.

It felt…good. When shooting the shit with her coworkers at the factory, she always had to bite her tongue, tell white lies. But with these two South felt at ease – she was sure that they knew how to keep a secret. Seeing as they, and Mason, had kept one from Meg for so long.

“Why the fuck they give sim troopers implants? Just for funsies?” Isaac poured himself another shot. The whiskey bottle had finally run dry, clinking hollowly on the island’s granite countertop. Meg was right. This bounty work was clearly worth the risk – at least financially.

“Something like that – Director loved fucking with people like that. Control freak.” South glared at the midmorning sun streaking through the high-rise apartment’s half closed blinds. She had definitely missed her shift at the factory, not that she was sober enough to operate a forklift or any other heavy machinery.

“Sounds like an asshole,” Isaac scoffed, sipping at what was left of the alcohol. “Gosh our CO was such a fucking piece of work – right Sammy? Sam?”

There was a muffled grunt from the couch, the man’s face mostly obscured by an icepack. His whiskey glass was misty with condensation, pooling onto the coffee table. For all their wealth, there was not a coaster in sight.

“Exactly!” Isaac was emphatic despite the lack of coherent response, words slurring together as his voice quieted. “Piece of shit fucking…you know, that asshole’s the reason he’s like that.”

“Who?”

“Sam,” He rested his elbows on the counter, holding his head in his hands. “He was…well, actually, you probably would have hated what he was like before. I kinda did.”

“I’m not quite endeared to what he’s like now.” South’s halfhearted smile did little to ease the growing tension in Isaac’s face, his brow furrowed and eyes dark. He grew quiet, and her thoughts wandered.

She had never seen active combat – not in the war, at least the one against the aliens. That’s what she had signed up for, what her brother had signed up for. She never even seen an alien in the flesh – those Elites in their sleek armor and the cannon fodder Grunts were only glimpsed through screens and news feeds.

While soldiers like Isaac and Sam fought for their lives – for humanity itself – against invading forces, she and North…they were a pair of the Director’s guinea pigs, spilling human blood on human planets for a Project that had spiraled out of UNSC’s control.

And they knew it; the siblings had talked about leaving. Defecting from the Project, reporting to the UNSC but…there was always something that kept them in the Project.

Safety from the unknown. Safety from what they knew was certain and bloody outright warfare. North was a good enough sniper even without an AI; he would have been moved to a different company than her. And what good was she without her brother to watch her back?

“It was just us; you know?” Isaac’s voice was soft, eyes distant. Sam was snoring softly on the couch, completely asleep. Probably.

“Hm?”

“We didn’t even know each other – not really, our company was patchwork. I had been on the front two months ahead of Sam, and he was fresh from bootcamp,” He scoffed softly, “Fresh faced bleeding heart fucking idiot…” He turned the empty whiskey bottle around in his hands, picking at the label. “A whole company – poof, gone. Half in the first two days on the ground. Sam got taken then. CO didn’t see any sense in getting him back.”

“Thought you said you didn’t know him.”

“I didn’t, but I knew our CO was a dick.” Isaac chuckled, no humor in his voice. “To be honest I didn’t like Sam much either, but he could fight.” He sighed, leaning back precariously on his barstool and staring at the dimmed lights above. “Holy fuck did he fight. Saved my skin more than a few times. Honestly, it was better than fighting with a whole platoon. Just, having someone I could trust to watch my back. You know?”

Yeah. She knew.

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She came home the next day, hungover and tired. Her teeth ached and her brain felt like jello. But she couldn’t muster the strength to be annoyed with Theta’s high pitched greeting and fast paced words – some explanation of how to improve her helmet, facilitate integration…

He sounded too much like home to hate, even with her headache.

#rvb #red versus blue #theta!south au #rvb south #rvb theta #rvb siris #rvb felic #rvb locus #megan wu #agent south dakota #Theta AI Fragment #mason wu #isaac gates #samuel ortez #*blows a kiss to my computer* for the principal components analysis of my final project's statistics

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artificialkids-2k23-official · 2 years ago

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Went ahead and gathered up the images for the auto adds + the winners of the prelims. Still gotta do the ones that got in based on my friends' submissions in the leadup week, but I can do those another day, it's super late right now.

Penny/RWBY (derogatory), Boyd Drake/Ducktales (2o17), Astro/Astroboy, Rusty/Big Guy and Rusty, Pinocchio/Pinocchio (2o22), Spike/MLP:FiM, Lena Sabrewing/Ducktales (2o17), Qbert Farnsworth/Futurama, X-23/X-Men Evolution, Jenny/MLAATR, Theta/RvB, Shadow/Sonic the Hedgehog, Bloo/Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends, Larry/Don't Look Under the Bed, Zoe/Don't Look Under the Bed, Nadine/Arthur

Bubbles/Powerpuff Girls, Paper Jam Dipper/Gravity Falls, Roxas/Kingdom Hearts, Metal Sonic/Sonic the Hedgehog, Cure Felice/Pretty Cure, Karkat/Homestuck

First round of character drops for the bracket! These are the characters that got more than one submission, with their number of submissions marked for those curious. I'm posting these now so that you guys can check behind me to make sure I'm using art of the correct character + make sure I haven't inadvertently grabbed fanart by mistake. I tried to grab official art and undoctored screenshots as much as possible, but it never hurts to have someone check my work to make sure nothing slipped through.

Hunter/The Owl House, Dani Fenton/Danny Phantom, SHELLDON/RiseTMNT, Scaramouche/Genshin Impact, K1-B0/Danganronpa, Mega Man/Megaman*, Grumbot/MCYT, Lal/ST: The Next Generation, Frankie Stein/Monster High, Rei Ayaname/Neon Genesis Evangelion, Ortho Shroud/Twisted Wonderland, Frill/Wonder Egg Priority

Last Order/A Certain Magical Index, Q/Zero Time Dilemma, Alice/Detroit: Become Human, Lake/Infinity Train, Aigis/Persona 3, Luke fon Fabre/Tales from the Abyss, Hatsune Miku/Vocaloid, Luke Smith/Sarah Jane Adventures, Vee Noceda/The Owl House, Rio Ranger/Your Turn To Die, Roman "Romy" Number 1/Pinky and the Brain, Dib Membrane/Invader Zim**

Mary/Ib, Roll/Megaman*, Protoman/Megaman*, Hazel/Infinity Train, Dal R'El/ST: Prodigy

*With the three Megaman characters, I was submitted a different canon for every single instance (as near as I could tell), so I just pulled the image I liked best from the characters' galleries

**I know it's not canon-canon that Dib is a clone of Professor Membrane, however, Vasquez has said on the record that had the show continued, they likely would have established this. While word of god is ambiguous canon, I think this one is funny so I let it through.

Note: These characters are OFFICIALLY vetted and on the list. Unless you have something concrete that will disqualify them, please do not dispute any of these rulings. I'm happy to talk about my reasoning, and I'm happy to be corrected if I missed something, but I'm not going to accept "dude trust me" as a source.

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neon-crayons · 7 years ago

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Felix for Fluff week!

My dudes. While I am working very hard on the few Prompts I've already been sent for Fluff week (o e is about half way done and I'll be drawing the other two when I have some time) I really need me some Felix fluff!

Be it Canon!Felix, Good!Felix, Femfatale!Felix or any of my many other Felix's I really just want to do something fluffy for him! So hmu if you have some Prompts for me 🗡🍊💕

#rvb #Rvb fluff week #felix mcscouty #isaac gates #What a dick!#But i love himand want to give him joy!!#Check out my felic tags and art tags to see all my AUs for this lil trash bin

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officialao3fandomlastforever · 7 years ago

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Weak by ajr. Smiletime! T_T

How about this?

Freelancer Foodfight while this song is playing on the speakers.

Hope you like it!

Wakeup.

Train.

Sleep.

Rinseand repeat.

That’show it’s been for the longest time at base. Washington didn’t mind too much. Hehad a few close friends to have lunch with, and he was slowly improving in hisskills. Things were moving relativelysmoothly, even if he was nowhere near the top of the leader boards.

"AlrightWash,“ came a voice. “Five things you don’t want to do at a bar withAgent Maine.”

Washlet out an annoyed groan. “Seriously C.T.?”

"Comeon,“ she insisted. "You got this.”

"Alright,let’s see… Arm Wrestle.“

"That’sone.”

"DrinkingContest.“

"Two.”

"Pool,darts, and trivia.“

"Three,four, five. Nice.”

Anagent with a pink stripe on her armor let out a sigh. “This is boring. Weshould be getting missions! Not sitting at lunch playing games.”

"Lightenup, Ohio,“ C.T. grumbled.

"I’mtired of being cooped up on the ship!” Ohio threw the apple core on hertray across the room, bouncing it off of Idaho’s head as he and Iowa approached.

"Hey!“he bellowed. "Ohio!”

"Sorry!“

"Justbe patient guys,” Wash soothed. “We’ll get moved up eventually. Justgive it time.”

"Andjust what,“ Ohio whined, "are we supposed to do until then? Sit arounduntil who knows when?”

"Well…“

Washlooked around, taking note of the other Freelancers in the room. Most of thehigher ranked Agents ate in a different area, though North Dakota and Yorkseemed to have chosen to spend lunch with Illinois across the room. Most of the other Agents were scattered.

"Howabout this?”

Washtook the pudding cup off of C.T.’s tray (It’s tapioca she won’t mind, he mused)and removed the lid before throwing it as hard as he could.

"Illinois!“he bellowed. "Catch!”

Illinoislooked up from his bottle of, what Wash hoped, was apple juice. Just as he sawit, the contents of the cup splattered all over his helmet.

"Washington,“Iowa stammered. "Do you know what you just did?”

"Uh,“Wash mumbled. "I think I made things interesting?”

SuddenlyIllinois stood up from his seat with something that appeared to be a tomato inhis throwing arm. He got on top of the table, with North and York following insuit with other vegetables as they bellowed in unison.

"FOODFIGHT!“

Wash’seyes went wide. "Everyone! Battle stations!”

Ohioquickly flipped over the table so it could act as a barrier. C.T., Iowa, andIdaho grabbed as much food as they could so that there was enough ammo. All the other tables started to follow, andsoon there were two factions on either side of the cafeteria throwing food ateach other.

"Howare the stores?“ Wash asked Ohio.

"We’reout of apples,” she giggled. “This is so much fun!”

"HeyWash?“ Idaho asked.

"What?”

"Ithink we have trouble.“

Washpeeked over the top of the flippedtable, letting out a hearty laugh as the enemy team prepared a slingshot forthe bowls of spinach and kale.

"Saladtossers!” he bellowed.

"Takeno prisoners!“ Illinois called, his voice slipping into that of a seacaptain. "Aim for starboard! We’ll be takin’ yer booty!”

"Wash,they want our booty!“ Iowa squealed. "I don’t want them to get mybooty! I like my booty!”

Washreached around and grabbed a bowl of peas, a playful smirk on his face as heswiped a nearby straw. “Don’t worry, Iowa. I got your booty. ” Hehanded the peas and straw to Idaho. “See if you can hit them withthese.”

"Awesome!“Idaho chuckled. "I used to do this in elementary school!”

Soonmore food was flying. Peas hit walls, milk splashed the floor, and C.T. andNorth were soon in an up close and personal leek fight. Wash managed to get abottle of ketchup to splash all over North’s shoulder while York bestowed vengeanceby raining bananas.

It wasa mess, but it was fun.

Until…

“What.The. HELL?!”

Everyonefroze as the single digits appeared. Someone had hit South Dakota in the chestwith a bottle of mustard, while Maine and Wyoming were covered in ranchdressing.

Carolinahad a plate of spaghetti on her helmet.

"Ohfuck,“ Wash mumbled.

Mainelooked between the two groups, his helmet masking his emotions as he made hisway over to Wash’s side.

He’sgoing to kill me, Wash thought. He’s going to kill me and use me as a trainingdummy.

Mainereached down and picked up a watermelon that had been spared from the carnage,before tossing it and hitting Wyoming with it.

"Oh,Maine,” Wyoming snickered. “You have no idea what you’ve justdone.”

Washsmiled as the fight continued, with Maine and South joining Wash while Carolinaand Wyoming were on Illinois’.

Theywere all probably going to get in trouble for this later.

But fornow, they were going to have a little fun.

I maynot be the strongest Freelancer, he thought. But hell, I’m certainly one of thehappiest.

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