#smeagol lied

[jellyfish-perspective]

I'm sorry, but other than the egg one, all of Bilbo's riddles suck so bad. Gollum is coming prepared with five lovely, deeply disturbing little riddle-poems. They're guessable. They rhyme. They've got clear well-defined answers like 'time' and 'fish' and 'darkness'. The answer to one of Bilbo's riddles is literally "Fish on a little one-legged table, man at table sitting on a three-legged stool, the cat gets the bones" which is outrageous. That's not a thing. And then the actual winning riddle of the contest (albeit accidentally) is 'what does Bilbo have in his pocket?' which is obviously unfair. So I'm sorry, I know he's disgusting and a creature of the dark but Gollum should have won that contest fair and square and the story should have ended there and that is why you need an impartial referee to uphold a minimum quality level for your riddle contest lest you be robbed and ultimately die in a fiery death because of it.

[wenclexa4ever]

But, see, the problem is… you have to actually write it and publish it.

my goal in life is to write something so iconic that someone makes a bad fanfic about it

[saephrond]

"— Gollum is pitiable creature, bound and broken by his own desires. He is what we might become should we let greed take root in our hearts. Yet, I cannot fully condemn him, for his suffering is his doing and undoing. He was born of darkness and is shackled to it by his own will. His tale is a sorrowful one. How fragile we are, when we lose sight of the light...

In the deep bowels of the Misty Mountains, Gollum's bony fingers possessively clutched his "precious" as it glimmered even in the absence of light. His hollowed eyes hadn't strayed from it for long, entranced by a presence that entirely consumed him. Now and again, cracked lips curled into a wicked smile. And at other times, features twisted with terror and hands trembled as though Gollum longed to tear himself away from the ring, but could not.

"My precious, my precious," he crooned, muttering nigh of incoherently amongst the shadows. It was his, and it soothed him to speak to it. To nurture it like it was his child. Yet, somewhere deep in his broken mind, crept a memory. One of the world beyond these damp caverns, of sun on his skin, and laughter in his throat.

Now, such memories only caused him unrest, forcing him to battle his own demons. Much worse -- himself. But, the Ring was his world, all he had possessed. And, he clung to it like a lifeline, even as it strangled him and perverted his soul.

"Let it go," Smeagol's weak voice whimpered and pleaded. "We don't need it. It's tricksy. Nasty. It's hurting us!"

Gollum's eyes flashed with anger, his lips peeling back in a snarl. "No! Foolish Smeagol!" He hissed, clutching the Ring tighter. "It's ours, don't you see? It keeps us safe. Safe from the dark things that would eats us up!" He leaned close to the Ring, a fevered glint in his eyes. "Yes. Precious watches over us."

Smeagol whimpered again, curling up within Gollum's mind like a wounded, cowering creature. "But, but it lies! It makes us hurt! Remember! We remembers the grass, the rivers, the…the friends!" His voice was frail against the weight of Gollum's fury.

"No friends!" Gollum spat, shaking his head as if to rid himself of Smeagol's words. "They would take it from us! Leave us alone with nothing. We keeps it, we keeps it, and we don't let them take it!"

Yet a tiny, trembling part of Smeagol persisted, pushing through the darkness. "Please, let us be free," he whimpered.

"Free? Free!" Gollum mocked in scorn. "What would we do then without precious? Go back? Be hurt by them, laughed at by them?" He shook his head violently, dismissing the thought. "No. We belongs here now! We belongs to…it."

Falling silent, Smeagol retreated into the depths of his mind where he felt safest, and Gollum let out a sharp, echoing cackle. He held the Ring close to his breast, drifting deeply into the darkness, for it promised him everything he could ever desire. And through his greed, it would feed on the scraps of light in him, leaving nothing but a faint flicker of who he once was.

[frodothefair]

Sézane: THEY'RE THEIVES

by: Sméagol

( Images from sezane.com) (the premise)

THEY'RE THEIVES.

NASTY, DIRTY, ROTTEN, THIEVES, PRECIOUS!

Sméagol order nice pink salmon-colored pants, yes. Sméagol see on Pinterest, precious, and Sméagol reminded of nice, tasty, pink fishes, and Sméagol order on nice website, yes, he did. Sméagol order nice blouse, too, and nice cardigan, all nice and pink and soft like juicy little fishes.

Sméagol think nice Mistress Nisilë would like -- Mistress Nisilë always saying that Sméagol needs to get some nice proper clotheses, for his nice job at the Houses of Healing, now that Sméagol is nice Sméagol and reformed Sméagol, helping Mistress Nisilë heal nice folks...

Except Sméagol does not know his size, precious, so Smeagol get two of each, yes he did.

And that's when it starts, precious.

Easy returnses, they says.

No stress, they says.

Just put back in nice boxes and press on nice label and take to nice post office box, precious.

WELL ,THEY LIED.

THEY LIED, PRECIOUS, YES THEY DID.

Sméagol try on. Sméagol put in box what doesn't fits. Sméagol put on label. Sméagol take to post office box.

But then Smeagol get back only half his coins! Smeagol check online -- find out what went wrong? Nasty website say that they gets only pants back, but no shirt!

Well, nasty website LIES.

But what is Sméagol to do? Sméagol has no proof that Sméagol put both pants and shirt in boxes. Sméagol not smart, Sméagol did not take picture of putting shirt and pants in boxes. Sméagol can't argue with nasty website.

Sméagol likes pants and shirt and sweater. All very soft and very nice. Make Sméagol look more well-fed, and very respectable, yes. Mistress Nisilë likes too. But Sméagol mad at website. Sméagol does not care about the coin. After all, Sméagol has nice job at Houses of Healing. But Sméagol does not like nasty liars and thieves.

Curse them! Gollum! Gollum! Curse them all!

[victoriapegacorn]

Wormtongue is worse.

Gollum did most of his crimes to survive or make his life less suffering (eating orcs, seeking for the ring) I feel like he didn't have really 'villainous' ambitions. Smeagol was just too easily tempted by the ring and was selfish. Yes he killed Deagol in this impulse. And didn't care much about his crime. But another things he did were just dirty tricks in his village. He didn't have much morals or love to others.

Than he had to survive in a dark cave alone. Yes, he could have eaten only fish for all 500 years and do not hunt orcs but...image eating the same food for a lifespan expanded in five times...Anybody will go mad. I'm not excusing cannibalism but I can understand Gollum. + Some of the orcs were coming into his cave by themselves and to survive he didn't have much choice than to kill them and prevent from further intervention in his house.

LOTR Gollum has plenty of reasons to be selfish. His life sucks like no-one's and he wants anything to stop suffering at least a bit. He is old, tired and tortured enough to hate life, world and everyone around (also himself).

But he still somehow found a bit of love to others in himself - remember Cirith Umgol scene and the one in the Stewed rabbit chapter. Even after Gollum thought Frodo 'betrayed' him, he forgave his Master, showed affection and even wanted to abandon his plan for taking back the ring. Even if he broke (because was so rudely yelled at), I see nothing selfish here.

Yes, Frodo took first step into making his redemption slightly possible, but it wasn't possible for Gollum to do it by his own. For what and why he should have?

Wormtongue, on the opposite, never showed real repentance. He killed Saruman just because he was too mad at him (and he had the right to, I don't judge, vise versa appreciate him giving Saruman what he deserves). BUT he did this only because he suffered from the wizard and wanted it to end for him. Once again, it's doesn't count as redemption (but maybe, if Worm wasn't killed he could redeem himself).

I'm not a pro in Grima's biography, but he definitely wasn't affected by the most powerful magical artefact. He did his crimes only by his will and choice. He didn't have to survive. He was just enjoying ruining others lives while living comfortably (definitely more comfortably than Gollum)

In conclusion I would say that we can't judge them right, only because we don't know that much about neither Gollum or Grima. Anything about their younger years, initial motivations and thoughts. They are one of the key performers in the story, but still a mystery to us. But we can still see something good in them, not just bad pathetic guys. I pity both personally.

P.S. I would like to hang out with Gollum a bit, but if I have nice fish for him not to eat me before I could even see him😂😭

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The Ballad of Gríma Wormtongue

author's note under cut

That is the Old Forest and there are known instances of the trees in it trying to murder people. I wouldn't linger next to it at night either.

I know next to nothing about horses, but fortunately they are the most documented animals on the planet. That said, I'm sure there's plenty here to offend or amuse people who actually know about horses, so I'm sorry/you're welcome?

I could not decide whether Saruman should still be alive or not and I guess Sméagol just decided for me. thanks, man

[dysiver]

Dys is like if smeagol wears clothes to me

Lies that man is bald I have a lot of hair

[hectormcfilm]

Lord of The Rings: The Two Towers

When I was younger The Two Towers was easily the lord of the rings film I loved the most and is the one I feel the most nostalgia for, there is so much amazing content in this film, its packed with moments.

To start off Gollum acts as a great antagonist, the mix of pure disgust and discomfort you feel towards him combined with the pity you feel when seeing the real Smeagol trying to get out, his best moment is his conversation between his multiple personalities and the way it is edited to make it seem the are talking at each other. Andy Serkis' performance is as amazing as always, whenever he is doing motion capture work he shines and Gollum still looks good, the effects hold up and the cast interact very well with him, its never unbelievable he is interacting with the rest of the cast.

A lot of people aren't a huge fan of the Merry and Pippin subplot in this film and whilst I can admit at times it does slow the pace down a lot and can feel meandering I really enjoy the worldbuilding of the Ents, the character of Tree beard is also lots of fun and the the sound effects on his voice are awesome, (the reverberation but comforting sound of it). I also think Merry gets two great moments to shine, his speech about the Ents needing to help is heroic and inspiring and the way he lies about being ill to Pippin shows how brave these two little Hobbits really are.

The opening scene with Gandalf is beyond epic and serves as a great tone setter, showing how a lot of the fun and whimsy of the first one has disappeared as the seriousness of this war sets in. However this film still has lots of fun moments and genuinely great jokes, especially between Legolas and Gimli and the scene where Aragorn is eating the terrible stew. In general this film is excellent at upping the stakes of the first film, even small details like having Ringwraiths riding the strange dragon creatures instead of horses makes them even scarier.

However, the main reason I adore this film so much is the battle of Helms Deep which I whole heartedly believe is the greatest large scale battle in film history. The way this battle escalates and builds until its inspiring and beautiful climax is unparalleled. Having the dramatic opening standstill, then the ladders and the initial Uruk-hai attack, then escalating with the explosion of the wall, then to the ram and the retreat of the heroes forces only to switch the pace with the final heroic charge, its truly a masterclass in stakes and action. Additionally, the dynamic of the trio, Legolas, Gimli and Aragorn is at its best here, the banter and rivalry between Legolas and Gimli, the "toss me," moment as well as there love and respect for each other and devotion to saving each other is awesome.

Also, I enjoy how Helms Deep and the Ents conflict both end in victory, having Saruman's forces defeated but Frodo and Sam's side of the story ends with them running away as the real threat of Sauron himself and Mordor takes centre stage, very much showing they haven't won the war whilst also creating two satisfying victories.

[jrwarden]

The Intersection of Fantasy, Philosophy, and Folklore

Welcome, wanderer, to this crossroads where fantasy, philosophy, and folklore converge.

At this intersection, the boundaries between these realms often blur, revealing a tapestry of interconnected ideas and narratives. While you can choose to trek down any path, I find it most interesting where elements and similarities can be found. In this article, I'll be investigating one of the most well-known fantasy worlds where these three domains intertwine.

(Note: You're reading a post from my main blog at www.jrwarden.com)

The Realm of Fantasy As a writer, I have ever held the belief that the allure of a good fantasy story lies in the complexity of its characters, the interplay of themes, and the immersive depth of the world. Such fantastical realms are brimming with diverse cultures, histories, and intricate magic systems. It is within these elements that fantasy becomes a powerful vessel for exploring both philosophical themes and folklore from around the world.

Let us take a trip to Middle-earth, a prime example of fantasy literature, and one that a huge number of people are familiar with thanks to the movies. You may not have considered it before, but part of the reason it is such a masterpiece is how elegantly J.R. Tolkien weaves philosophical themes and folklore into the narrative of Lord of the Rings. One such philosophical theme is the nature of power, embodied by the One Ring. Through the struggles of Boromir, we witness the temptation and allure of power, and how the desire of power can be corrupting and cause one to break one's own moral code to attain said power.

Through Frodo, we see the need for responsibility when possessing great power. Each time he puts the ring on and uses its power to his advantage, the cost is clear and present; Sauron and his wraiths sniff him out like starving hounds. Frodo cannot escape that responsibility even when he offers to give the One Ring to Gandalf, Aragorn, and later Galadriel, because of the weight (both physical and the responsibility) of bearing it. None accept Frodo’s burden, and in the famous conversation, “I wish the Ring had never come to me.” To which Gandalf says, “So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.”

We even see the consequences of when such a power is mishandled through Gollum. Frodo knows that Smeagol used to be a hobbit, but has now been transformed into this twisted and conflicted creature. Frodo sees what he himself could turn into if he cannot resist the temptation of the One Ring. The proverb “absolute power corrupts absolutely” by Lord John Edward Acton in 1887 comes to my mind.

While the realms of fantasy are places where authors create stories that exercise our imaginations and challenge us with philosophical ideas, these are not the only tales that aspire to mystify and teach us. We draw many facets of these worlds and their lessons from age-old wisdom woven within folklore from around the world.

These are ancient tales of mythical creatures and legendary heroes and extraordinary adventures. So let us venture into the convergence between fantasy and folklore, where cultural heritage and timeless truths intertwine with fictional narratives. Let us see how the wisdom of folklore dances hand-in-hand with fantasy and philosophy.

The Wisdom of Folklore To some, folklore is nothing more than fantasy, but the truth is that fantasy could not exist (at least in the form that we know it) if it were not for its underpinnings in folklore. The crucial difference between the two is that folklore has been passed down through oral tradition long enough that the underlying facets of the story have become myth.

Folklore can be woven into cautionary fables that are imbued with cultural values. In this regard, folklore can provide a glimpse into the collective consciousness of a society and reveal their beliefs, fears, hopes, and philosophies. Take “The Boy Who Cried Wolf”, for example. It's a cautionary tale against lying that dates from antiquity. The earliest recording of it we have was in Greek from around 600 BCE in Aesop's Fables. It wasn't until the 15th century, when it was translated into Latin, that it really spread like wildfire across Europe.

On the other hand, a fable can balance that fine line between fantasy and folklore, like with dragons. So many cultures around the world have legends and stories about dragons. The Chinese have their serpents of the sky that brought about the rain and thunder. Babylonian stories speak of Tiamat, a primordial goddess of the sea and a serpent. Job 41:21 reads, “Its breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from its mouth.” Even though the depictions of dragons differ slightly, their appearance throughout so many cultures across the globe and different time periods suggests that they exist somewhere in this cloud of plausibility and myth.

See, folklore and fantasy are intertwined, with the latter drawing inspiration from the former. Folk tales often lay the foundation for many common tropes in fantasy, be it the creatures, traditions of cultures, or the philosophical lessons that these tales may impart upon us. And finally, it is with these moral lessons that we can see the last link between fantasy, philosophy, and folklore take shape.

The Last Link—Philosophy For the definition of philosophy, I prefer 'the systematized study of general and fundamental questions, such as those concerning the existence, reason, knowledge, values, mind, and language'. By extrapolating on the ‘study of values’, philosophy is the study of ethical actions, the complexities of ethical actions, of good character, good vs. evil, and others. In the realm of fantasy, we witness not only the echoes of ancient folklore shine through the foundation of the narrative, but we also can see many philosophical concepts come to life.

They manifest through moral dilemmas faced by the characters, which invites us to contemplate our own ethical decisions. Explorations of these can include personal identity, purpose, free will versus determinism, the balance of nature and humanity, knowledge and truth, and the before mentioned idea of power and its corruption with the One Ring. But the thing that fantasy can do better than folklore or philosophy is offer us these same lessons in a fresh context. By offering us these philosophical inquiries in such a fantastical and mystifying narrative, fantasy can allow us to contemplate profound ideas in a more approachable and imaginative framework.

Fantasy is intentionally constructed to evoke emotion, arguably more-so than folklore is, making it the best medium for representing philosophical ideas to mass audiences and even children. I would even bet money that children the world over have learned more about values and ethics from Tolkien than from Seneca. Since philosophy is the attempt to understand humanity, perhaps it is what makes up the gravel foundation of all stories. I’m not certain on that, but I do believe that fantasy has the strongest connections to the philosophy of all fictional narrative works. Hence, why I love it so.

Can you see the Intersection? It can be so captivating to consider what your favorite stories have in common with others. The Lord of the Rings is considered a staple of fantasy, both classical and as a foundation for many modern stories. Tolkien got his elves from Norse folklore, and the English, Irish, and Scottish gave him his inspiration for goblins. Simultaneously, philosophy emerges from the depths of his story, enriching its narrative with profound contemplation and existential inquires on the corrupting nature of ultimate power.

These three domains converge, intertwine, and inform one another, creating this enchanting space where we can find these threads weave together to create a rich tapestry of ideas and imagination. Some stories showcase elements of folklore more prominently than others, and philosophical themes may manifest in different ways, but the interconnectedness of these three realms remains undeniable.

In Closing May this exploration ignite a lasting flame within you, and inspire you to dive deeper into the realms of your favorite tales, be they rooted in folklore or fairy tales. Perhaps this journey will even spur you on to explore the philosophies of unfamiliar cultures, expanding your understanding and broadening your horizons.

I hope that it is also proved itself to be a valuable segue into this blog. There is little I look forward to more than learning, sharing, and creating with others, so please, let me know what you think of this post and look forward to more posts. May your travels be safe and your mind forever enchanted. ~ J.R. Warden P.S. Check out the rest of my blog at www.jrwarden.com

[galadhir]

Bilbo also, when he's telling Gandalf a lie about how he got the ring, early on, says that it was a present. Gandalf even remarks how similar the two stories are.

I always thought this was Gandalf remarking that Smeagol was a hobbit once and that hobbit minds work in remarkably similar ways when coming up with lies. But it makes much more sense if these similar lies are being influenced by the Ring insisting that it's a Gift.

This with the fact that the Ring calls itself 'Precious', and one of Sauron's other names, Mairon, means 'precious'... Boy, Sauron does love signing his work

Ooh, 40 years a Tolkien fan and I was today years old when I connected the fact that Gollum calls the Ring his Birthday Present - making it a gift to him - with the fact that Sauron called himself Annatar - the Lord of Gifts.

[overwatchworks]

Detroit: Become Human AU, Part II: Jesse

There was a small smile on her face, making the gunslinger worried. She only smiled when she was interested in something—and the things she was interested in often did not make it back out of her lab the way they went in. 

O’Deorain approached him steadily, gaze flicking back and forth from his eyes to his LED.

Link to Chapter I

Jesse had sent in a report of his diagnostics, then avoided Dr. O’Deorain as best he could over the course of the week he was on base. It was not too out of the ordinary, and Dr. O’Deorain never left her laboratory often anyways, which made it easier. But of course, Jesse’s luck ran thin before long. 

She somehow found him in the training ranges, watching him shoot from the observatory with her hands clasped behind her back. There was a small smile on her face, making the gunslinger worried. She only smiled when she was interested in something—and the things she was interested in often did not make it back out of her lab the way they went in. 

Jesse packed up early, looking up once again but not seeing O’Deorain. He left the training ranges, scanning the corridors uneasily. Locked onto the doctor’s biosignature before he could actually see her, Jesse sighing heavily. O’Deorain approached him steadily, gaze flicking back and forth from his eyes to his LED.

“McCree. Commander Reyes issued an inspection on your latest post-mission diagnostics. It seems as though your programming is glitching,” She told him airily, waving a hand as she turned. Expecting him to follow. Jesse did, not saying anything for the moment. 

If the commander had ordered an in-depth scan—which was the only real option considering O’Deorain came to get him herself—he might be in some trouble. Deviant thoughts were hard to decipher, intricate abnormalities that no one had a true understanding of where they came from. Outgrowing the programming was one thought. Another was just a fault in the system, bound to happen with so many androids being produced at such a high rate. 

His programming was very fine tuned and made with purpose, however. Nothing should have been acting up, especially when it came to moral choices he could make for himself. While the deviation process was intricate, humans tended to only understand the output of coding signaling something was off. 

And they were afraid of that output. Of that outcome. 

Of what it would mean if a specially designed, hyper-lethal undercover organization’s weapon were to be off in some way. Making it’s own choices, it’s own decisions. Something with a database of knowledge and advancements humans would never have suddenly thinking for itself...They feared no longer being superiour. 

Alerts started to go off in Jesse’s vision, blinking along his peripheral. He tried to make his thoughts calm, tried not to run through a thousand scenarios of what would happen to him if O’Deorain found something she did not like. Tried not to look at the blaring 67% chance deactivation slowly ticking up the more he ran through the simulations. It was at 71% by the time they got to O’Deorain’s lab.

“Your LED is red, McCree. Is there something bothering you?” The doctor suddenly piped up from where she was tapping at a tablet, voice nonchalant. Knowing. That icy blue eye shifted to him. Fuck. Jesse gripped the edge of the examination table, glaring back at her.

“You know I hate these scans,” He muttered, O’Deorain grinning.

“It couldn’t possibly be because you have something to hide, now could it?”

“Look all you want, doc.”

“Oh, I will. Deactivate your skin,” She ordered, plugging him into the computers at his back with a long cable to the port at his nape. Jesse retracted the skin as he was told, watching it disappear over his hands, leaving them a clean white and grey.

“Your mental activity over the past week has spiked considerably compared to your averages. Interesting, considering the diagnostics report I was given just a week ago. It showed you entered a state of distress equivalent to that recorded in androids going deviant,” O’Deorian noted, Jesse’s LED flicking from the yellow he had just worked it back down to to red once more.

“Ah. So it is what you’ve been processing. You are aware of the...Implications of Blackwatch keeping a deviating model like yourself, yes?”

“I am not deviant.”

“And yet that is proven otherwise here just in the data I’ve received over the past ten minutes. Your neural processing code has changed from what you were initially programmed with, see here? You are creating your own programming, your own code. Is that not simply fascinating? Replicating the human thought process simply from outgrowing your program, like a child learning how to choose for themselves what they like and don’t like. But, your first choice was not the red or blue toy, was it? It was choosing between life and death.”

85% chance deactivation, stress levels 70%. 

“And you made that choice on your own. No programming told you to leave that guard alive. How did you come to that conclusion, I wonder? A machine built for killing left someone alive when given the chance. Bypassing the very core of why you were created, because you felt a human emotion that was more powerful than your program. Incredible. You encrypted that optical sensory footage well, but I’m afraid I am simply better at finding out the lies from the truth. And I am detecting that you are lying about being deviant. Care to make an argument against me now, MC910?”

Jesse glanced at the warnings flaring too bright and overwhelmingly red, distress signals following beneath the 89% chance deactivation.

“I...I just did what I thought...It was calculated to have the same percent of success rate—”

“Your stress levels are becoming critical. Does being deactivated truly frighten you that much? You are simply biocomponents held in a shell of plastic with a pre-programmed set of algorithms in that fascinating brain of yours telling you what you should do. Is it telling you to be afraid of shutting down, or is that a thought process you created the more you experienced among us? Because most androids do not fear that. The equivalent of death for you. That is something distinctly human.”

“I-I don’t know. It doesn’t make sense to me either, I don’t—” Jesse stuttered. 

93% level of stress, critical.

“Moira. You’re supposed to be running diagnostics, not interrogating him. Leave that to the professionals.”

Both Jesse and O’Deorain looked up as Reyes strode into the lab, a stern look fixed in place. He glanced at the readings of Jesse’s activity levels, then to the LED on his temple.

“He’s coming with me. I’ll take care of things from here,” The commander continued, unplugging Jesse from the monitors and urging him to stand. 

He activated his skin once again, feeling somewhat safer with it on, in a strange way. They walked out of the laboratory swiftly, Reyes not giving him time to try and explain himself.

“Commander—”

“Don’t say a word until we get to my office.”

Jesse nodded, vision clearing from the red slightly. Safer than he had been not moments ago with O’Deorain, but not out of the flames just yet. Reyes’ office was tucked into the far corner of the base, obscure, but clearly meant for higher level personnel. The hallways were cleaner, lined with less doorways. Silent. 

Jesse had been to it plenty of times for post-mission reports, and the few where the commander trusted him with information best not to be repeated. They walked inside, the door sliding shut with a hiss, computer screens immediately lighting up.

“Power down all devices, I just need a light,” Reyes called out, the holoscreens disappearing just as quickly as they had booted up, a single light turning on above them.

“Sit, Jesse.”

Another order he followed, this time without question. Reyes sighed heavily, rubbing a hand over his forehead. There was a pregnant pause before he sucked in another breath and sat up.

“Deviant, huh?”

“Commander, I—”

“Listen, kid. I know it’s not your fault, not really. I’m not even going to pretend I understand why this happens, or why it has to happen to my android, out of all of them out there. You’ve always had spirit, personality. I never thought anything of it, but command warned me to be wary. You know as well as I do what it means to have a deviating soldier. They’re gonna want to shut you down, make a better model.”

“Reyes, I know what they want, but I won’t do it again! It was a glitch is all, I...I failed the mission, and that happens sometimes.”

“It shouldn’t for you. Not in the way I saw. And now, whether we like it or not, Moira has all that information against you. You know she sure as hell isn’t going to keep it to herself. You probably just thought you were doing the right thing, and I’m not mad or worried or anything like that. You spared a life. There’s a lot worse that androids have done as their first act of deviation. But that still makes you deviant, and they won’t care what you did or didn’t do.” 

“I trust you, Jesse, because I know you. And I see you as one of my own. You’re my soldier, you’re one of my agents, just like any of the human ones. I’m gonna protect you like one of them. So, this is me telling you now that if you want to survive, you run. You get out of here and get as far from this place as possible. Disable your tracking, take off your LED, disappear. Because they’ll hunt you down until they see you in parts at a dump, and that’s the last thing I want to happen to you.” 

“You’ve been one of my best agents. I’m not going to let them take you away, so get a head start. As far as I know, starting now, I sent you from my office after we went over your tests, and you went to your quarters to rest. If you don’t show up to dinner, well. I wonder what could have happened.”

Reyes stared at him over his laced fingers, Jesse nodding and standing abruptly.

“I’m sorry, Gabe.”

“Don’t be. Now, go.”

The gunslinger left the office, walking steadily towards his own quarters, staring dead ahead. Software instability detected. He gathered his gun and some extra ammo, changed his clothes into something unassuming, grabbed his hat. Paused. Jesse touched the LED on his temple. Software instability detected. Slipped the edge of a knife between it and his temple, pushing away from himself. It came off with a click, falling to the ground and under the cot. Jesse grabbed his things and left the room, not looking back.

Software instability detected. ~~

[arte-mik]

Because someone is spreading lies that it's my birthday, and they already planned the get-together:

[lives-in-a-harpsichord]

I am not sleepy yet so I think I'll draw that drawing challenge drawing now

Final Fantasy, Tolkien stuff, operatic nonsense or Westeros stuff? Quickly for a dollar

[thealmightyemprex]

@amalthea9

That is Cyril Ritchard ,not Rex Harrison,he just so happend to look a lot like Harrison .Harrison never played Hook

I disagree about Gollum,at least as presented in the films which I am going off of .I do agree his actions are heightened by the ring.....But that doesnt chabnge the fact he IMMEDIATELY went to murder with Deagol,while other people tempted dont or at least catch themselves .

Plus he basically says he is a bad guy when he GLEEFUULLY says "Smeagol lied "

The villains that made me love villainy

I've got kind of an obsession with villains,and like all obsessions ,I can trace it back to childhood ,these were my 10 favorite villains as a kid (From before age 10 )

10.Freeza from the Dragonball franchise

9.Mojo Jojo from Powerpuff Girls

8.Aku from Samurai Jack

7.Green Goblin from various Spider-Man media

6.Scar from Lion King

5.Wicked Witch of the West from the Wizard of Oz

4.Darth Vader from the Star Wars Trilogy

3.Lord of Darkness from Legend

2.Joker from various Batman media

1.Captain Hook from various versions of Peter Pan

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finally finished watching the lord of the rings trilogy extended edition

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as a LotR stan, this made me very happy