#tachanka/vigil

[m-beloved]

Rook, Vigil, Echo, Tachanka, Fuze, KapKan, Jäger and Grim from R6S are so hot I want to get them pregnant with at minimum ten kids EACH and make them all my housewives god why is this fandom so dead I wish more people wrote for them oh wait I can ahahahhahahah

[goldenlaquer]

which operator do you think has the nicest voice?

AW CMON DUDE

Between Jäger and Glaz, IMO they have the smoothest voice in game. Glaz’s makes me melttttttt and Jäger, ngh, was a wild card, because it was a bit deeper than I expected 🫣

[yourfavepokemontype]

(All are from Tom Clancy’s Rainbow Six Siege)

Tachanka is a Fire/Dragon type

Caveira is a Fighting/Ghost type

Gridlock is a Ground/Steel type

Thermite is a Fire/Steel type

Bandit is an Electric/Dark type

Vigil is a pure Ghost type

Recruit is a Normal/Fighting type

Tachanka is a Fire/Dragon Type!

Caveira is a Fighting/Ghost Type!

Gridlock is a Ground/Steel Type!

Thermite is a Fire/Steel Type!

Bandit is an Electric/Dark Type!

Vigil is a Ghost Type!

Recruit is a Normal/Fighting Type!

[caveiiras]

tags 2

[hibanaebi]

The Rainbow in Rainbow 6 Siege

These are my personal headcanons for all of them <3. Most are just based on feel so... there won't be much elaboration or reasoning

Starting with the attackers...

Sledge- Bi/Pan.

Thatcher- Omni? I mean, Thermtcher, but i feel like otherwise he's straight.

Ash- Aromantic lesbian. Didn't get into the Lesbian post bc I hate (most) Ash mains.

Thermite- Gay/Bi. I definitely ship Thermtcher, more because I find it funny than anything else.

Montange- Straight.

Twitch- Not sure? Like, I don't get Aro or Ace vibes from her, I'm not sure she'd be a lesbian, and I'm not sure she'd be straight, either. Maybe Demi...

Blitz- Heteroromantic Asexual. Sex-repulsed btw. Has a wifey who's the same :]

IQ- Lesbian, possibly aromantic.

Fuze- Omni, preferring women.

Glaz- Aro/Ace.

Buck- Straight, and boring about it.

Blackbeard- Either gay or a raging homophobe. Could be both.

Capitao- Straight. Maybe Ace.

Hibana- 100% in a lesbian relationship with Dokkaebi.

Jackal- Pan. Maybe just Gay.

Ying- Lesbian.

Zofia- ughhhhh i don't knowwww and i (kinda) main herrrrrrr....... good chance of being Aro/Ace, but.... also kinda lesbiannnn.....

Dokkaebi- We've been here. She's in love with Hibana and very lesbian about it.

Finka- Lesbian. all the girls are gay i guess

Lion- Pan. VERY Pan.

Maverick- Pan. Not very outgoing, though.

Nomad- Aro/Ace. She's tried it all, though.

Gridlock- Probably a butch lesbian, possibly straight.

Nokk- Lesbian, see the special post.

Kali- Aromantic, asexual-ish, but... like, has sex just to prove she's good at it? Probably with Ash. Probably not asexual when it comes to Ash. Might not even be aro when it comes to her. It's also a bit toxic.

Iana- I'm just calling all the girls lesbians, aren't I? Huh. Well, Lesbian.

Ace- Aromantic, pansexual. Kinda in the vein of Kali, havng sex to prove he's good, and then bouncing.

Zero- Old. [laugh track] Probably just Aro/Ace, or just never had/has time.

Flores- Straight, but in a gay way. Maybe bi.

Osa- Lesbian. (Also a trans QUEEN)

Sens- Super chill Aro/Ace (and a nonbinary LEGEND)

Grim- Aro/Ace, which surprises all his teammates, who think he's gay. Might actually be gay.

Brava- Straight, maybe Aro/Ace.

Ram- Sad lesbian who's girlfriend died poor baby :(

Deimos- Aro/Ace. Once got hit on and was like WOAH, WHAT THE HELL

Striker- Lesbian. Maybe Bi.

NOW, the defenders!

Mute- Aro/Ace.

Smoke- Straight/Ace.

Castle- Gay, perhaps.

Pulse- Gay, most certainly.

Doc- Gay.

Rook- So Aro/Ace that it gives him an extra 20 hp and the ability to revive himself.

Jager- AUTISTIC KING. Straight demisexual.

Bandit- Aromantic and gay. Isn't super active though.

Tachanka- Straight.

Kapkan- NOBODY KNOWS (he's just straight)

Frost- Lumberjack lesbian.

Valkyrie- Straight. Had a "lesbian experience" once, got incredibly flustered about it, and refuses to accept that she's Bi, or maybe even just lesbian.

Caviera- Straight. A little aro, too.

Echo- Ok, so, canoncially, he's super straight. BUT. No. Gay.

Mira- Aro/Ace. Is super annoyed by Hibana and Dokkaebi.

Lesion- Gay.

Ela- Aromantic omnisexual, preferring girls.

Vigil- Aro/Ace.

Alibi- Lesbian, doesn't really form strong, long-lasting romantic attatchment however, but isn't fully aromantic. Might identify as such however.

Maestro- Bi dad. Will call all of your partners cute.

Clash- Straight, mayber aromantic.

Kaid- Mildly Bi, mostly straight.

Mozzie- Straight.

Warden- Pan. Puts his boyfriends AND girlfriends in the finest suits he can. Mildly asexual, but VERY, and I mean VERY aesthetically attracted to people.

Goyo- Bi.

Wamai- Aromantic, heterosexual.

Oryx- Pan.

Melusi- Not particularly interested in a relationship, somewhat lesbian however.

Aruni- my dear lesbian gurllll

Thunderbird- Pan, super butch.

Thorn- I called her a butch lesbian in the lesbian post... but she could also be pan. Or omni (preferring women)

Azami- TOP LESBIANNNNN

Solis- Pan.

Fenrir- Gay.

Tubarao- Pan.

Sentry- Ok bear with me. Bi, but ace, but also.... not. Like asexual, but also super horny. Idk. Kind of a wierd not to end on. I'll definitely be giving him his own fic.

Ok I need to write now byeeee

[allthenamesweretakensoichosethis]

So if extraction get an update(which I doubt will ever happen) I’ve been thinking of ideas on what operators could be proteans. Gameplay why of course. And I’ve found that our 5 proteans all are just improved versions of the enemies in game(Sledge-smasher, Finka-apex, vigil-lurker, etc) so to make a new boss would require a playable operator that shares similar abilities with a enemy so I give you 3 different operators that could theoretically be turned into bosses with this philosophy

1. Fuze-Breacher

Fuze’s cluster charges give off the most destructive effect in terms of explosives and area denial. Bleachers are one of 3 enemies that can break though reinforced walls but the red variant it’s certainly the most ‘explosive’ as they self destruct on you or when the large bulb on their back is shot. So a fuze boss would consist of of a shotgun and trying to run up to you and blow up in you face dealing loads of damage. The 2nd phase would add explosive projectiles that would be homing(similar to a tormentor’s charged attack) and phase through objects utilizing hitting an operator, a reinforced wall or being shot at in where it explodes where it’s shot, and when hitting a reinforced wall a hole would appear in the wall similar to a hard breach charge in r6s. The trick would to be using your reinforcements strategically to avoid those homing explosives and keep your distance from the boss while firing.

Extra notes: hibana would also be a good choice for being the boss as well

2. Gridlock-Rooter

Gridlock’s trax stingers are a throwable gadget that slows and damages enemies but takes time to activate and rooters are an enemy that attacks using spikes coming from the ground that immobilizes the target caught in its attack. So an enemy who can immobilize you then follow up by shooting you would make a terrifying boss fight(at least the first time you fight it) this boss would fire a lurker attack when it spots you trapping you in the spikes then attempts to fire at their traps target. It’s enhanced form would have lurker attacks start at this proteans feet and slowly spread out to where they attempt to find ‘prey’. Using smokes to block lines of sights from gridlock an attacking from behind from its front face carapace would be the optimal strategy and this would great for a glaz/warden type operator to see through smokes.

Extra notes: capitiao and nomad would be good choices to be the boss instead

3. Ela-Sower

So this last one’s a bit of a stretch but the sower deserves more attention than being a glorified bullet mag.

Ela’s grizmot mines that stun enemies is what I consider the closest gadget to the sowers mines that flash you. This boss would definitely be the most annoying to fight as it will always try to run away to set its blinding mines and claymores(it would do about 25-50 damage and can down) only in its 3rd phase would it actually engage with the scorpion smg as it sets the blinding mines automatically. Having someone on mine clearing duty while the other 2 chance ela down would be the best strategy.

Extra notes: Iq and Zofia would be considered good operators to chose to beat this boss

Other ideas I have are Tachanka-spiker and doc-feral grunt/revived archaeans. But feel free to add feedback and ideas on what kind of proteans you’d like to see in extraction!

[solari-writes-things]

If you wish to put in a request, feel free to inbox me here! Be sure to read the rules before sending anything in, and I hope you enjoy what I've come up with! // masterlist.

[ 🔑 ] [rq] requested :|: [hc] headcanons :|: [os] one shot :|: [mb] moodboard :|: 💔 angst :|: 🌶️ NSFW :|: 🎃 halloween :|: 🎄 christmas

⇨ D O M I N I C B R U N S M E I E R || bandit

[hc] alphabet [rq]

[os] reunion [rq]

⇨ S É B A S T I E N C Ô T É || buck

[hc] alphabet [rq]

⇨ G U S T A V E K A T E B || doc

[os - 💔] outbreak [rq] - male reader

⇨ E M I L S V E N S S O N || fenrir

[hc] dating [rq]

[hc - 🌶️] alphabet A-G [rq]

⇨ S H U H R A T K E S S I K B A Y E V || fuze

[hc] sweet thoughts [rq]

[os] company [rq] - female oc

⇨ T I M U R G L A Z K O V || glaz

[hc - 🌶️] alphabet [rq]

[hc] alphabet [rq]

[hc] dating [rq]

[os - 🎃] paint [rq]

[os] artist's touch [rq]

⇨ M A R I U S S T R E I C H E R || jäger

[hc] alphabet [rq]

⇨ M A X I M B A S U D A || kapkan

[hc - 🌶️] alphabet [rq]

[hc] dating [rq]

[os] inquiry [rq]

[os] shock [rq]

⇨ O L I V I E R F L A M E N T || lion

[hc - 🌶️] alphabet [rq]

[hc] alphabet [rq]

⇨ E R I K T H O R N E || maverick

[os] happenstance [rq]

⇨ M A R K C H A N D A R || mute

[hc] alphabet [rq]

[hc - 🌶️] alphabet [rq]

⇨ A L E X S A N D R S E N A V I E V || tachanka

[hc] alphabet [rq]

[hc - 🌶️] spicy thoughts [rq]

[os] welcome surprises [rq] - nsfw-ish?

[os] visitation [rq] - reader insert

[os - 🎃] costume change [rq]

⇨ J O R D A N T R A C E || thermite

[hc - 🌶️] alphabet [rq]

[hc] alphabet [rq]

[hc] asking for a date [rq] - recruit reader

[os] acceptance [rq]

[os] emotions [rq]

⇨ C H U L K Y U N G H W A || vigil

[hc - 💔] compromised [rq] - male reader

[r6shippingdelivery]

So here's my list of ops that are secretly werewolves/werebeasts

I may or may not have blatantly stol- took inspiration form ofter art pieces and fanfics

Werewolves:

Thermite, Bandit, Jager, Ela, Tachanka, Glaz, Fuze, Ash, Kapkan, IQ, Hibana, Valkyrie, Mira, Vigil

Were-Fox:

Thatcher

Were-shark:

Blackbeard

Were-jackel:

Jackel

Were-hyena:

Twitch

Were-tiger

Dokkeabi, Ying (white tiger)

Werebear:

Frost

Were-Jaguar

Caveira

Were-lynx

Zofia

Were-saber-tooth-cat

Finka

I will not be explaining myself nor answering any questions

I find so funny that everyone seems to agree the Spetsnaz boys are werewolves 😂

I don't disagree with any of these, but I see the majority of them are land based animals, while Blackbeard is the only water based one. Maybe he'd like the company of a were-dolphin? I think either Valkyrie or Wamai would fit in that!

[gameguides]

How to Get Free 18 Operators In Rainbow Six Siege Extraction

Rainbow Six Siege Extraction is a tactical shooter video game developed by Ubisoft. The game features a cooperative multiplayer mode where players work together to fend off an alien threat. As with many multiplayer games, having a wide variety of operators to choose from can greatly enhance your gaming experience. It is currently an approved method to get 18 free operators in Rainbow Six Siege Extraction. In this article, we will explore different ways to potentially unlock these operators without spending any real money. Read on to find out how to get 18 free operators in Rainbow Six Siege Extraction.

How to Get Free Operators In Rainbow Six Siege Extraction

This guide will teach you how to get 18 Siege operators for free via Rainbow Six Extraction's Demo.

What all Operators Do I Unlock Using This?

- Hibana - Pulse - Doc - Gridlock - Ela - Finka - Alibi - Capitao - Lion - Sledge - Vigil - Nomad - Rook - Jager - IQ - Fuze - Tachanka - Smoke How to Unlock Them? Note: This process is the same if you own Siege on EGS/Uplay, and if you already own Rainbow Six Extraction, you don't need to register for the trial. - Go to https://register.ubisoft.com/r6e-trial/ and login with your Ubisoft account which has R6S on it. - Select Ubisoft Connect as the gaming platform. - When the game is added to library, launch Ubisoft Connect and download the game (Rainbow Six Extraction). - Once it is downloaded, launch and play the game for 5-10 minutes (do a tutorial or two) and quit it. - Wait for Ubisoft Connect to sync with the cloud. - Then, in Ubisoft Connect, go to Tom Clancy’s Rainbow Six® Siege and go to the Rewards menu, there you should find a Reward named OPERATORS and you should be able to claim it for free. - If you're too lazy to go to Ubisoft Connect, you can redeem it here: https://ubisoftconnect.com/game/rainbow-six-siege/PC/rewards/ - If the launcher doesn't let you claim it, wait a while and try again, or try from the link above. Read the full article

[m-beloved]

Me and my pookie talk about some R6s characters. Sorry this isn't a writing post, I really should start working on my requests

I want Tachanka to crush my head with any part of his body. Preferable his arms, but anywhere else will be fine

[kiruuuuu]

Tachanka/Vigil oneshot in which horrible, horrible things happen. (Rating M/E, angst and some gore, ~2.5k words) - written for @zer0kaji because it’s your birthday, my dear 💞💞 I didn’t ask you for a prompt so I hope this is alright! Happy birthday 💗

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His heartbeat is deafening, the blood roaring in his ears muffling all sounds around him: the wet squelches of his soles hitting the mud, his laboured breaths, the rustling of the undergrowth through which he’s bursting; the footsteps following him, entirely too fast for how degraded the muscles must be.

Every single step is agony, his injured leg pulsing and throbbing, sending a sharp twang of pain through his body whenever he sets his foot down yet ignoring the ache is remarkably easy considering his life is on the line and dependent on him reaching the wooden hut he saw in the distance, a weak promise of temporary shelter and refuge. He doesn’t dare hope but maybe there’s weapons inside, a first aid kit, anything to ensure his survival.

Because if not, he’ll be stuck. And they’ll catch up to him.

Never before has any noise been as sweet as the slam of the door behind him, as the reassuring click of the deadbolt. It might’ve been a hunter’s hut, but whatever it was it’s been vacated, empty shelves greeting him, barren drawers gaping with their doors open, mocking his plight and refusing to offer any assistance. Even so, he’s grateful for the brief reprieve and considers collapsing right then and there, his brain struggling to process any of what happened – nightmarish images begin flooding his mind before he can stop himself and he’s threatening to spiral, allow a crash from which he won’t be able to recover.

When a body collides with the door loudly, he jumps. For now, it holds, but the noise is followed by a something not quite a knock, a meaty thumping against the solid wood, too arrhythmic to be human and the volume speaking of a complete lack of care for the creature’s own well-being. Its eerie quality freezes his heart and makes his fingertips twitch, triggering his fight response seeing as he attempted flight previously – and unsuccessfully. After more than a minute, it finally stops. Maybe the monstrosity got bored. Maybe it’ll wander off.

He allows himself a silent, deep breath. Then he notices one of the windows not being hammered shut.

.

Vigil has always been self-reliant. Not the kind who strive to be aggressively independent, reject authority or set out to follow their dreams, but the kind who are satisfied with themselves as company. Who prefer not asking for help and instead master obstacles through their own resourcefulness. Who don’t demand or expect much, the ones who seek perfection yet settle when they realise it’s unattainable. Accepting Blackbeard’s advice, confiding in him, even trusting him to a certain degree was painfully difficult, required compromises and understanding on both sides, took an embarrassing amount of time. But at least it paved the way for the second friendship he developed in Rainbow.

Oddly enough, Tachanka is quiet in his presence. Among his countrymen, he boasts and admonishes, teases and lets out hearty laughs which shake the walls, even with some of the other operators, the old Russian is jovial and easygoing. His booming voice often dominates the cacophony of a crowded room and wherever he walks, his colleagues step aside. When he was younger, Vigil read an ancient Western comic featuring a knight respected and revered, battle-weary yet full of hope regardless, having earned awe as well as camaraderie. He sees the same spirit in pale blue eyes.

And yet he’s muted around Vigil, dulled, almost as if he was walking on eggshells and it irritates him. He’s used to similar treatment, used to being ignored, mocked or dragged into conversations against his will, he’s experienced it all and come up with proper responses, but somehow Tachanka’s silence bothers him to a worrying extent. So he talks to him. Pokes and prods out of spite, prickly comments followed by inflammatory questions, his temper seeping through the seams carefully holding him together. He never accuses him of anything outright but tests him nonetheless, scouring his replies for racism, pity, dismay, anything to explain the Russian’s change of demeanour around him. He comes up empty.

Not quite empty, though. There is something. Between his suspicious inquiries and Tachanka’s vaguely bemused responses, they become accustomed to each other. After a long period of being watched warily by their colleagues, they finally figure out how to angle themselves so they snap together, like puzzle pieces who don’t quite fit but are good enough and then Tachanka is asking him for help in navigating an unfamiliar website and Vigil is describing Korean cuisine to him. The incessant river of Vigil’s undivided attention and determined prodding eventually eroded a canyon comprised of forgetting the time during a long conversation, bringing up uncomfortably private topics, friendly silences and encouraging smiles exchanged across the room; a canyon not permitting him any other alternative but to keep floating towards Tachanka, hovering in his orbit and breathing more easily in his presence.

He’s surprisingly gentle.

When Vigil eventually asks about his early quietness, the Russian tells him that he was under the impression Vigil preferred silence over forced conversation – which isn’t wrong. In retrospect, he seems amused to learn how much his considerate behaviour got under Vigil’s skin, and a while later, in a whisper, he admits that Vigil was the only one with whom he didn’t feel the need to prove himself.

He’s gentle. And Vigil stretches towards his affection like a needy kitten.

.

The pane explodes inwards. Instinctively turning away from the shards raining on him, he catches sight of a sturdy-looking wardrobe possibly robust enough to block the new entrance into his hideout. Shaking crystalline glass out of his hair, he realises there’s something else to be taken care of first, something too grotesque and bone-chilling to describe further, something on which his eyes refuse to focus, instead gracing him only with a blurred mass of decaying flesh, pus, blood and other bodily fluids, stiff limbs. Not human. He has to repeat it to himself, over and over, chastising himself for the paradoxical notion that the creatures having lost all of their humanity somehow makes it harder to dispose of them.

He’s… gotten rid of quite a few before, so it’s done with the mechanical efficiency of someone who’s become numb to the horrors of reality – a numbness accompanied by an alarming lack of emotions. They’re a luxury he can ill afford right now. A table leg buries itself into a nauseatingly soft torso, the body giving in willingly yet retaliating with a truly sickening stench emanating from pierced internal organs. Momentarily incapacitated, hand-like claws curiously ghost over the foreign object impaled in rotten skin and allow him enough time to break off another makeshift club with which he dispatches of the abomination.

Pride flares up at him when he manages to push the closet in front of the crimson-spattered windowsill before violently vomiting into a corner. He’s seen worse, he tries to convince himself, has lost people closer to him, has experienced similar tragedies. He’s seen worse, he keeps repeating, yet another one of his mantras aimed at retaining his sanity, but then he remembers and retches again, the harsh bite of his own stomach acid burning all the way.

Shrill shrieks of terror ring in his ears and once more, he’s cursed to helplessly watch as Dokkaebi is torn apart alive, fallen to the wolves and struggling with all her might, eyes wide and futilely jerking away when teeth pierce the skin of her throat. A hand wrapped around his wrist and pulled him away from the mesmerising view, simultaneously real and impossible, the contradiction paralysing him whole. She used to yell at him when he folded the clothes she left lying around. She used to nudge him with an elbow during their conversations now and then, the physical contact bemoaned yet secretly welcomed as a sign of friendliness. She was a person with a past and a future, now reduced to – to nothing, the sum of her parts infinitely more meaningful than this, than bloody pieces scattered -

His cheeks are wet. Whether it’s the overwhelming grief, the sheer exertion or his pulsing leg, he doesn’t know. He notices red on his fingers, belatedly pulls out a transparent shard without even grimacing and can’t find the capacity to fall into a panic about mixing his blood with that of the lifeless monster outside.

When he settles by the wardrobe, wipes away moisture with a sleeve, he hears them coming. A straggler caught sight of him during his escape, now nothing more than insect fodder outside, but the small group chasing him seems to have tracked his scent to his current location. They, too, smash against the door, dumbly yet without holding back.

Vigil begins considering the possibility that he might not leave the small house alive. This time, he doesn’t bother drying his tears.

.

Tachanka is invincible.

With some of the other operators, Vigil feels his protective instincts kick in, the wish awaken to help and support and grant much-needed salvation or rest, but the Russian is immune, impervious, invulnerable. Whatever happens in his life, he picks himself up and carries on either stoically or with a humorous remark on his lips. He remains unfazed in the face of abject horror and keeps his cool, always stays, always answers. His reliability tricks Vigil into relinquishing some of his own, persuades him to lean against this bear of a man, allow himself to relax. To trust.

It’s new, the entire experience is breathtaking and strangely exciting as if he was doing an extreme sport instead of accepting someone into his personal space and he begins carrying a sun in his heart, glows from the inside and radiates warmth. He never thought an accent-laden voice, heavy with memories, could bring him such peace, never considered a gruff yet kind man could calm the stormy seas inside him.

So when he hears Tachanka’s words waver, watches his face pale, feels his hands shake, an unparalleled terror takes up residence in his chest – because if the boulder is in fear, the pebble is doomed.

The list of things which went wrong is troubling, the events leading to their team being stranded and confronted with the unthinkable a blur in Vigil’s memory. His mind refuses to remember which part was his fault, which part anyone else’s, whether fate itself decided their path.

Mute was the first to go, hammering home the reality of it all, the omnipresent danger, and leaving them all shaken, lost, mourning. Even Tachanka.

A day after Dokkaebi – a day after, Vigil sees it. Knows Buck isn’t aware because as distressed as the Canadian is, he hasn’t lost his sense of practicality and would indubitably have brought it up, possibly to a vote, pleading and reasoning with the last two of his companions. Calling for a decision Vigil is unable to make, unable to fathom in the first place, the idea so vague and yet so atrocious in his head he casts it out immediately. He keeps quiet about the teeth marks, doesn’t speak up when Tachanka wraps himself in bandages claiming a harmless injury, mentions nothing when they seek solace in each other.

He can’t. Because allowing for it to leave his tongue would call for consequences too cutting to be worth it. So he stays mute, clings and suppresses his thoughts.

This is on him. He knows it with unshakeable clarity the moment he returns to their makeshift camp, hears the vile, wet noises, the cracking of bones and muffled snarling, the moment he catches sight of Buck’s torn uniform, of all the bright, viscous red. Of pale blue eyes sliding over to him, sated for the moment, chewing with his mouth open, yet the hunger behind the irises is unmistakeable.

It’s on him. Vigil knows it. Refuses to shift any of the blame, despite the fact neither of them spoke up – but he wasn’t the one affected, not the one in mortal danger, terrified and without a way out. He should’ve made a decision but as always, he remained quiet.

.

Now Vigil is sitting here, waiting for inspiration to strike. Communications are dead, have been for a worrying amount of time. For days, he’s been doing nothing but running, always running, memories of his childhood plaguing him, unbidden as they are relevant. They fuse together with reality, at times his mother whispers into his ear, his father holds his hand and drags him forwards, like Tachanka, both of them urging him to move on, grieve later, concentrate on surviving. He was tired then and is utterly exhausted now.

Outside, they’re testing the walls for weakspots, skulls smashing against the boards covering the windows, fingers scratching themselves bloody on the façade. It’s a matter of time, probably, but for the moment he should rest, gather energy, then come up with a plan to escape – the furniture must have nails, maybe he can…

A loud crack makes his eyes flit over to the window next to him, bright sunshine blinding him momentarily and his brain struggles to process that one of the monsters outside must’ve ripped off one of the planks. They might be fast yet usually they lack intelligence, choosing instead to brute force their way to their next meal. This one must be -

Slowly, a shadow pushes itself in front of the newly-made hole, blotting out the sun. It’s a face, putrid and decayed, the flesh sagging and exposing bone in some places, the one eye looking around with disturbing alertness bloodshot. And pale blue.

Vigil’s breathing calms. As always, peace spreads inside him, though this time it’s borne of another source, arises with a different quality. Now he knows he won’t make it out because he – it – he is invincible, impervious, invulnerable. He’ll track him down. So there’s only one alternative left.

He still has his belt. It was practical in that he lost weight quickly and needed it; now it’s invaluable. They used up all their ammunition and he left his knife behind in a slain body. There’s a wooden beam spanning across the room and the previous occupant helpfully left behind a chair for him to use, so if he’s quick enough, he won’t even feel the first nibble. He’s overcome with the sudden and entirely inappropriate urge to laugh while pulling the leather out of his belt loops, but the notion disappears quickly when hands reach inside and start pulling on the next board.

“I’m sorry”, he hears himself say as he gets up, voice unsteady. “I’m so sorry.”

Vigil hopes fiercely there’s no more after he’s done, that he’ll be embraced by eternal darkness instead of being sent somewhere else and potentially reuniting with the ones he loved. He hopes desperately, desperately that there’s nothing afterwards. Because he doesn’t think he’d be forgiven, least of all by himself.

[starplatinums-theworld]

Neither can see

[retrodisaster]

Here is some art based off SI 😼

[arthur6siege]

vigil cat ‘s secret

[loomis9]

chanka loves his partner so he gives them kissies

[seafoamsol]

You’re too quiet for your own good, you know that? x