#the quarry prompts

[absenthearted]

HISTORICAL WESTERN || HACKEARNEY + ALTERNATE UNIVERSES [2/?]

PERSONAL.—Gentleman, aged 56, Sheriff and owner of valuable mining property, seeking the acquaintance of a single or widow lady of any means, and with good character and disposition. Object matrimony if suited. Contact C. Hackett, North Kill, NY.

[...]

BUSINESS OPPORTUNITY.—Apprenticeship available for a hardworking, dedicated Physician in mining town upstate. Lodging and transportation provided. Ability to serve both man and beast preferred. Contact C. Hackett, North Kill, NY.

Between dealing with roving outlaws, petty small-town disputes, and feral wild wolves, Sheriff Travis Hackett doesn’t have time for marriage and a wife. His meddling brother decides to help him out—whether he wants it or not.

Laura Kearney never thought she would become a mail-order bride, but she’s willing to do almost anything to pursue her dream of becoming an animal doctor.

In which a secret matchmaking plan goes terribly wrong, Laura gets rejected by her supposed fiancé on the same day that she meets him, and Travis makes a terrible first impression. [Inspired by @genevievedarcygranger’s prompt from the Hackearney Fic Exchange.]

[armed-saphire]

can someone send me asks about the quarry [quivering like a sad wet cat]

[wolfawaycamp]

LauraMax went to the motel. What's a typical staff table dinner conversation look like?

Max greets her in the way that has become their norm since camp started and they’re surrounded by children and coworkers at all hours of the day and night: the gentlest of shoulder checks — his knocking ever so briefly against her own — as he’s sliding into place on the bench next to her. It’s something so unremarkable, so mundane in terms of physical contact and affection, but the tender little smile they share when their eyes meet is something that shouts their love for one another even in complete silence; it’s a little bit of warmth, a little bit of Laura that exists solely for him and a little bit of Max that exists solely for her. A little piece of their souls that no one else gets to see.

“Hey babe,” she grins. “How did dodgeball go? We didn’t get any more nose gushers in the nurse’s office so I figured it must be going better than yesterday at least…”

Down the table, there’s a snort.

“That’s true, there were no nosebleeds today,” Kaitlyn interjects. “Or black eyes, unless someone ate a ball and just didn’t mention it— do not make the joke, Dylan!”

“What?” the boy squawks, with a terribly see-through attempt at a poker face. “What joke?! I didn’t say anything, Kaitlyn!”

“Well I can tell you were thinking it!”

“What, are you a mind reader now?!”

The far end of the table descends into rapidfire back-and-forths as the two continue bickering, oblivious to the amusement of the rest of the counselors. Max shoots an amused grin at Laura, who only rolls her eyes and looks to the next source of information: Emma.

“Yeah, it went off without a hitch… I think mostly because Mr. H sidelined Ryan to fix whatever was up in the boathouse, so he and Jacob weren’t bumping shoulders on the field anymore,” the blonde rolls her eyes with a smirk. “So, you know… no ‘totally accidental’ elbows thrown or balls conveniently thrown right into someone’s nose this time. Way better example set for the kids today.”

“Yeah, I s’pose that would help,” Laura says with a wicked grin; she and Ryan had had a vague yet instantaneous rivalry from the very first moment she set foot in Hackett’s Quarry, yet somehow his beef with Jacob would always reign supreme.

“Well…” a tentative voice pipes up; it’s Abi, speaking up for the first time that night. “Ryan being gone also kinda helped with the accidental injuries that were actually accidental, too…”

Everyone’s curiosity is piqued by her vagueness.

“How do you mean, Abi?” Nick questions.

“Just, um,” she flushes, looking a bit guilty suddenly. “Just that, y’know, Dylan was actually paying attention to the game this time? Not just… uhh, what Ryan was doing? So there was less tripping over tree roots and knocking kids —- or me — flying because he didn’t notice us standing right in front of him...”

The counselor table falls silent. Abi blushes a deep shade of red, enough to almost put the highlights in her hair to shame, and starts digging into her dinner furiously as a means of self-distraction. Then, like the pin had been pulled, the whole table bursts into explosive laughter — with the exception of Dylan, who was suddenly flushed equally as red as Abi and slouching comically low in his seat, as if he could somehow become tiny enough to go unseen.

“O-hhhh, my god, Abi,” Emma crows, leaning on the shorter girl to wrap an arm around her shoulder and jostle her appreciatively; it’s a sentiment shared around the table as the rest of the counselors hoot and holler, Jacob being the loudest of them all.

“Do I even want to ask what you guys are laughing about?”

Ryan’s voice cuts suddenly through the commotion as the final member of their group arrives, dinner tray in hand as he stares down at them all with a vague air of judgment.

“Just th—”

“NOTHING! It’s nothing!” Dylan practically shouts, and poor Jacob cuts off with a choking noise as one of the taller boy’s hands smacks right across his mouth, successfully cutting off whatever teasing was doubtlessly about to commence.

An eyebrow twitches ever so slightly on Ryan’s face.

“Riiiiight…” he says. “Whatever that was about, then.”

And then Mr. H’s favorite counselor takes his spot at their table, completely unbothered and unruffled even as Dylan — seated directly across from him — continues to burn tomato-red, and Kaitlyn and Emma are still shamelessly giggling to themselves further down the row. Laura’s eyes gravitate to Max’s, as always, and the two of them share the same fond-yet-disgusted eye roll as every other time Dylan’s elephant sized crush somehow manages to keep flying under Ryan’s radar.

She’s not gonna be able to leave this damn camp without Max playing wingman, Laura concludes; she can already practically see the determination solidifying in her boyfriend’s heart.

🐦‍⬛

[chocoblep]

#12: Mystery Solved

Prompt: Quarry

Hinan crouched low, watching and waiting. He’d been haunting this spot for a few days, slowing to a creep when he heard shuffling in this particular spot so that he could observe. After all, he had a mystery to solve, and now that he couldn’t go out on jobs for a few days and Rhuk had made him take the day off from The Lucky Fin due to his very unfortunate rear situation, he’d had little to do, and was restless. He’d decided to go to the kitchen and grab a snack, but when he heard the telltale sounds of someone already inside that area, he decided to creep around toward the back and hide near the curtain so he could peek into the kitchen proper.

Slowly, gently, he pulled just enough of the curtain to the side to peek through a slit along the door frame, careful to disturb as little of it as possible. He could see the shadow of a person extending over the tatami, and judging by that shape, it was probably Aeluan. When he stepped into view he had a brown paper bag clutched in his hand and he moved with purpose to the shelf where all of the booze was.

Well, that was odd, because Aeluan didn’t drink; he was the only person that Hinan knew who would go to a bar and order milk. But as the Raen in the kitchen reached for Hinan’s bottle of rum–Hinan’s rum–Hinan tensed in place. A quick, furtive glance around seemed to satisfy Aeluan’s sense that someone might be watching him, and soon enough he was setting it aside on the counter and reaching behind it to pull out a small wrapped parcel. He eyed it for a moment before reaching into the brown paper bag and pulling out another small, wrapped parcel that looked identical in everything but size. The new one was bigger. Hinan narrowed his eyes.

Gotcha.

As Aeluan placed that new parcel up on the shelf and reached to replace Hinan’s rum bottle, Hinan burst in from behind the curtain, his arm extended and finger pointed directly at his older brother.

“CHOCOLATE THIEF!”

Aeluan jumped and nearly dropped his rum, and Hinan cursed himself for not thinking of the timing of his ambush.

“Hinan!” Aeluan exclaimed, frozen in place and staring at him like a deer in the headlamps. “I… ah…”

“Stole my chocolate!” Hinan cut in. “I thought I was going crazy and eat-walking again!”

Eat-walking was something that Hinan had started doing as a teenager, when he was growing all too fast for his metabolism to keep up. He’d had vivid dreams about food, and he would wake up the next day to learn that he’d made entire meals in his sleep, plural, which he’d then eaten all of.  According to Aeluan, they were crazy combinations of ingredients, too, that he wouldn’t have ever thought to put together in any fashion, and had often wondered if Hinan’s stomach was going to revolt. It never had, but sometimes he’d eat-walked and only grabbed snacks, too. The latter instance was what had been plaguing Hinan’s mind lately, and he’d begun to lament that he was now enjoying his chocolate in dreams he couldn’t remember.

“Look, I got a craving,” Aeluan explained, finally putting Hinan’s rum back on the shelf. He turned to face Hinan, and crossed his arms over his chest. “I felt a little bad after I took some, so I decided to buy you some more to replace what I stole.”

Any irritation he’d had at Aeluan for stealing his chocolate in the first place drained away, and he lowered his accusatory hand. “Well, that’s fair, I guess,” he murmured, “but it’s more like borrowing at that point, isn’t it?”

Aelu blinked a couple times before replying, in a completely deadpan voice, “I’m not regurgitating it, so no, it’s not borrowing.”

Hinan made a noise of disgust at that. “Good, I’m not keen on seeing you puke, ever.”

“Well, either way, you have a full bag of chocolates now, those Gridanian ones you like so much.”

“You got me a bag of Glint Truffles!?” Now he was excited, and he maneuvered his way around the counter, bumping his hip on his way by. The sharpening of his aches from his recent injury caused him to stop for a moment, but as soon as he was steady he slapped a hand on Aeluan’s shoulder. “Forgiven. You’re forgiven.”

“Thank you. Wanna share the two that are left in this bag?” He asked, holding up the old bag of chocolate for emphasis.

“Hell yeah, I do!”

((@sword-and-surfboard for mention!))

[katalinhunter]

Quarry

Jovana took a moment to gather herself once she had returned to the Shroud. The aetheryte travel had exacted its toll and she was just sitting on a nearby bench as she recovered. She hadn't been allowed to take all the books from the Sharlayan library that she wanted but the satchel at her side showed evidence of some success.

"Hey there miss! I saw you come in, how're you doing, feeling okay? Did you go shopping? Where did you go, what did you get? I want to travel like that some day, do you think I'll be able to? Have some lemonade to get your energy back, just a few gil."

The ronso looked up to see a young mystel- no, miqo'te boy standing next to her. Probably 12 years old or so, full of energy, and thrusting a wooden mug at her. "A few more gil if you want to keep the mug as a souvenir from Gridania. Did you go back home?"

Jovana accepted the mug and drank deeply from it. The cool tang of the lemonade did help and she savored the rest of the mug. "Thank you and no, I didn't go back home. I'm looking for just the right book, the right piece of knowledge before I do." She tapped the satchel and the boy's smile faltered slightly.

"Oh. Books." A beat passed and the boy's smile was right back in place. "I'm going to go see everything some day! Limsa and ships and Ishgard and dragons and Othard and ninjas! Well, the ninjas would probably be hiding and the dragon's lost the war but Limsa still has ships! Unless they're all airships now. We have a few of those here, boring, I want to go to Limsa and see the ships out on the sea! Waves, water, woosh!"

"I'm sure you will!" Jovana chuckled. "Thank you, that hit the spot perfectly. How much for the drink and mug?"

[queenofbaws]

If you don’t mind can you please do a swap au where The Stranger (I don’t remember his name but I think his last name is Fiddle?) protect Hackett’s Camp while the Hacketts protect Blackwood Mountain (and all the defense to the Hacketts but they ain’t being any help 😭)

The silence of the mountain - the eerie, preternatural silence - was suddenly rent by a scream, a howl, one that almost could've been mistaken for the wind, if not for the report of gunfire that came after. A flash, a spark, and the darkness found itself broken too, torn apart at its seams by a red-orange lick of flame spouting up, up, up into the air...interrupted by a pale body with far too many teeth.

"How the fuck does Jack do this how the fuck does Jack do this how the fu - " Chris Hackett panted like a prayer, every muscle straining as he dragged one of the unconscious kids behind him, Bobby still roasting the shit out of the thing screaming in the snow while Travis unloaded shot after shot into its impenetrable hide.

...

Meanwhile, sweating like a sinner in church thanks to the heat but awfully relaxed considering the circumstances, Jack racked a shot from where he sat on the porch (rocking chair still, boots kicked up onto the rail), took aim, and fired. The quote-unquote great white wolf dropped with a pitiable whine - somehow more human than beast - before writhing in its death throes, howling for a mother long-since burnt and scattered.

"How the fuck did those boys make such a mess outta this?" he snickered to himself, then set his gun down cool as you please and took to rocking again, reaching for the whiskey he'd left on the windowsill behind him.

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

(PSSSST!!! this is just a shameless little self promo here for anyone who wasn't aware...i actually HAVE two CURRENT projects where these swaps are the main focus!!! ;)c i'm obsessed with the fiddler-hackett family hehehe if you're interested, check under the cut!)

like wringing blood from a stone involves jack going down to hackett's quarry to help with the werewolf problem, and it is a serious, family-drama-driven fic with a PREQUEL fic, too, all in the family

before the dawn, a bad moon rising is about the hacketts going up to blackwood pines to help with the HANNAH problem, and it is NOT A SERIOUS FIC IN THE FUCKING SLIGHTEST

😘

[chaigirly]

C ai Characters 1

The last of us:

Ellie Williams

Heard your princess was hot, where is she?

I met her when I was still with my ex

You’re the only one who understands

I see how you look at my sister

Only love can hurt like this

Partners in crime

I just wanna get high with my lover

If you gave me a chance I would take it

All I want is one more day with her

Must have been a deadly kiss

Cause I’m a jealous jealous jealous girl

Her moves, her moves, she is mythical

You’re too slow, try keep up with me now

Merry Christmas to you

It’s so lonely in my mansion

When does the reason become the blame?

And when you go away, I still see you

You’re the star I look for every night

I’ve been waiting for you

Shut up and drive

You’re the greatest love of my life

Joel Miller

You wanna scream don’t call me kid

She a bad little bitch, she a rebel

Don’t cry no tears now it’s Christmas baby

“I like you,” what’s stopping you?

Dina Woodward

Got kinda drunk and told her that I liked her

But I think I’m liking her more

That’s my mamacita yeah

Jesse

You’re my best friend I’ll love you forever

I just wanna be your sweetheart

Call of Duty:

Simon Ghost Riley

When I see you again

I was enchanted to meet you

There was something in the air that night

Now that you’re under our spell

Open your eyes

She only exists in the dark of my room

I’m faking all of this so they’ll take me

The only memory is us kissing in the moonlight

König

Sorry it’s over

Baby are you mine?

The Quarry:

Dylan Lenivy

I dreamt about you all summer long

Lovely to be rained on with you

Why don’t we go somewhere only we know

Have yourself a Merry little Christmas

Xoxo kisses hugs

Let’s be friends so we can make out

You’re my moonlight

We gonna party like it’s 3012 tonight

I might get lost without you

Would I lie to you?

Kaitlyn Ka

You call me, “I love you”

City lights never shine as bright as your eyes

Max Brinly

My love mine all mine

I can see the pain in your eyes

When does a man become a monster?

If you keep leading me into your room

Nick Furcillo

That boy is a monster

Last Friday Night

Run away fast as you can

Emma Mountebank

Girl, you’re such a backstabber

I’m addicted to my passion, fashion

Begging on her knees to be popular

Abigail Blyg

It’s in your smile, it’s in your eyes

My first kiss went a little like this

Jacob Custos

Oh no she likes another boy

In the center of the ring just like a circus

Let me get what I want this time

Detention

Clapton Davis

Last Christmas I gave you my heart

I’m getting feelings that I didn’t before

Stilettos and fishnets if that’s what you like

In my room, you and I

Arcane

Vi

I ain’t stopping till I see police lights

All you’ll ever have is one day with me

Jinx

Mama I’m in love with a criminal

Call me babydoll

You’ll see my face in every place

Divergent

Tobias Four Eaton

I can’t believe we’re finally alone

Welcome to Vegas baby

I wanna show you off

Resident Evil

Leon Kennedy

It’s born from just one glance

Carlos Oliveira

I would trade the world to see my son and wife

Touch me like nobody else does

Rise of the Guardians

Jack Frost

Rises the moon

Five Nights At Freddy’s

Mike Schmidt

I keep forgetting I should let you go

This that college dropout music

Red Dead Redemption

Javier Escuella

It all fell down, it all fell down

Only if you knew how much I liked you

Dutch van der Linde

I got a bad feeling about you

Think I need someone older

Arthur Morgan

When you close your eyes, do you picture me?

Spiderverse

Miguel O’Hara

I can be a better boyfriend than him

Hobie Brown

I’m breaking dishes up in here

Peter Parker

How could I hurt you?

What’s on your mind? I said, “your skin”

But girl I’m only human

I told you once I can’t do this again

Well you don’t know me but I know you

Miles Morales

I know that we’re more than friends

“I love you baby,” I think I love you too

DC Universe

Jaime Reyes

When does a candle become a blaze?

[euoniatz]

welcome <3

heyheyhey! how nice of you to stop by~ this is going to serve as my (temporary) introduction post + requests page until i get more organized and get a carrd instead. enjoy!

general information about me:

any pronouns

i go by "nia" (from my user) or "belle" (real name) on here

writer + occasional artist

i love the ocean and space

socials:

ao3

requests

i don't even know if i should even call it "requests" or just "give me an excuse to indulge in my favorite characters" but...

what am i offering?

snippets and drabbles

prompt lists!

just general thoughts about ships/characters/the media itself

and (if i'm feeling REALLY inspired) smaller fics that might go on my ao3 at some point

what am i not offering?

nsfw and 18+ writing

underage

incest

i'm spread across countless fandoms and hyperfixations at this point, and will honestly write for most of them. but below is a list of fandoms + characters i'm extra willing to write for;

(if you'd like to request prompt lists and other non-fandom specific things you can just ignore this!)

netflix (tv shows and films):

code 8

sense8

the umbrella academy

the old guard

the bastard son and the devil himself

the 100

young royals

other series:

supernatural (though i prefer to write for sam specifically)

merlin

thunderbirds are go

video games:

red dead redemption 2

cyberpunk 2077

cod mw2

cod ghosts (logan <33)

resident evil 2

dying light 2

the quarry

^i'll probably add more in the future but at least now you have a general idea ;)

genres & tags:

hurt/comfort

angst

fluff

romance/otp + ot+ things

au's

crossovers

^again, i could put so much more than this and i probably will, if you have other suggestions/requests don't be afraid to ask anyway since there's a good chance that i'll do it even if it's not listed here <3

[sargeantsarmy]

Some Rylan Thoughts(NSFW edition👹)

Both vers but Dylan prefers being physically under Ryan either way

They’ve been caught almost having sex in their car by a cop, but were able to brush it off as nothing

Dylan is the kinkiest little fuck and Ryan is just there for the ride(though he has his own small list of kinks)

Ryan is more dominant, he doesn’t like getting told what to do and he likes when people listen to him. He’ll just throw instructions at Dylan and watch him obey like a puppy, and he loves it.

Dylan dresses like a little slut when they eat out, and Ryan looks like his annoyed sugar daddy

Ryan had multiple wet dreams about Dylan during camp, it never occurred to him that it’s because he had a crush on him

Ryan is obsessed with Dylan’s ass and chest. He pretends like he’s not, but the amount of times he’s grabbed them while Dylan’s doing normal everyday chores says otherwise

Likewise, Dylan can’t keep his hands off of Ryan. Waist, ass, thighs, arms, he will be grabbing him

Dylan will moan really loud for no reason during the day just to watch Ryan get riled up (he thinks it the funniest thing)

Dylan has the biggest praise kink and will fold at the tiniest about of encouragement from his boyfriend

^he esp likes being called a good boy, and you sure as fuck know Ryan uses that knowledge to his advantage

Ryan gets really possessive over not only Dylan as a person but also his body. He likes marking it with bites and bruises, which Dylan has been asked about by concerned friends and family members when they see a random bruise on his arm

Ryan is a photographer along with animator, with an interest in shibari. Dylan has an interest in getting tied up and likes looking pretty for the camera. It’s a win-win situation.

Dylan is more adventurous in bed, while Ryan is hesitant to try things

^ or, was. He gained confidence after a while

While Dylan gets easily flustered behind closed doors, one mention of sex in public and Ryan is red-faced and stumbling over his words

The amount of times Schrödinger has cockblocked them is actually insane

Ryan, while being pretty scrawny everywhere else, has very strong thighs

^ Dylan has begged him to crush him with those beauties

Dylan has had an oral fixation since childhood, and really likes sucking on Ryan’s fingers to calm himself down

^ Ryan thinks it’s cute

Dylan cannot get enough of Ryan’s voice. He could be talking about the most boring shit imaginable and Dylan would still get turned on

Ryan was the worst at dirty talk when they first got together, but after noticing how much Dylan liked good, hot dirty talk, he practiced when Dylan wasn’t home

^ he’s still not the best at it but it works for Dylan so it’s fine

Cuddles and aftercare baths are mandatory, especially if they were having a more rough/not-vanilla night

[ghostradiodylan]

Someone write a Quarry fanfic from the POV of the poor hapless detective who gets assigned this case and has to try to make sense of the evidence and the counselors’ statements. The forensics alone would be absolutely bonkers. Has someone done that? I don’t wanna do it, it’s not my genre. But I want to read it.

Law & Order: Werewolf Victims’ Unit.

[matildaverse]

Me if I was cute and in a horror game or something

Question - if you were a video game character and had dlc outfit packs

A. What are the themes of each pack (I.e Christmas, 1960s etc)?

B. What are your outfits for each pack?

C. Which pack would players use the most?

Bonus points if you draw your dlc.

[wolfawaycamp]

Anything Bobby/Jacob. Please. I am so tired of paddling my rarepair pool noodle alone in the Quarry pond.

Maybe set when Bobby has to get him down from the trap? I am begging 🙏

🌦️ the monkey’s paw curls. I wrote bobbyjake :)

Jacobus seethed from inside his family’s private box at the Amphitheatrum Flavium. He wished his family never found out he was really an omega, not a beta like he had been pretending to be when he first presented. The patrician class always spoke of male omegas as a gift, as great politicians and orators who could continue the family line without doubt of relation. But male omegas were banned from the military and his best friend Nicolus Furcillus— an equestrian family, not a patrician like Jacobus— had enlisted to fulfil his proper duties as a Roman vir. Jacobus just missed his best friend. He wasn't even very good at being a politician, either— he’d do better in battle, wearing lorica segmentata alongside his comrades.

The venationes were pretty dull today, he thought. Not even the more exotic animals they kept bringing out for the fights made it exciting. He couldn't leave though, for the same reason he had to attend. He needed to keep his public image up if he wanted any chance of keeping his political career afloat now that he was moving into his twenties as an unmated omega.

Then they brought the wolves out and there was a man with rippling muscles exposed for all to see— and a hat Jacobus had never seen before. He had no weapons. Jacobus was immediately intrigued.

There was a bizarre art to the brutality of his fighting style— tearing right through wild wolves like they were nothing. He had to be an alpha. Jacob felt a pang of jealousy at the status he held, even though it was ridiculous because Jacob was in the patrician class and the man was down there. Finally, something interesting.

“Serve, quis est?” Jacobus asked his maid once he took himself out of his trance. (Slave, who is he?)

“Nomen ei est Bobbius Hackettus,” his maid responded quickly. (His name is Bobby Hackett.)

“Quid? Ignobiles— isti Hacketti?” (What? The dishonoured— those Hacketts?)

“Sic. Pugnat ut reddat debita pro familia eius.” (Yes. He fights to pay debts for his family.)

Bobbius was still fighting, still going, dripping with blood. Jacobus had to meet him. After Bobbius had finished, Jacobus decided to slip away from his box— surely no one would question a quick break. He bribed his way into the hunter’s quarters easily with his patrician status and money. They barely cared at all, but when presented with a couple sesterces that care went down to none.

“Hackette!” Jacobus called out upon seeing the familiar rippling back muscles, mid cleaning himself with olive oil. There was still a lot of blood on him. (Hackett!)

“Quis est?” the man asked, turning around. He looked a lot more… innocent up close, somehow. There was a softness in his eyes. (Who is it?)

But still… Jacobus wasn't used to being so much smaller than someone, even alphas— he had always been a tall omega. It felt a little scary, considering the man was cleaning wolf blood from his body— but something deep inside him was preening at the thought of the size difference.

“Jacobus Custo. Pugnabas bene,” he asked awkwardly. He didn't know what he was doing down here, he was running on pure adrenaline. (Jacob Custos. You were fighting well.)

“Bene facis— pugnas?” Bobbius responded, giving him a nod. Jacobus couldn't keep his eyes off the oil and blood on his chest shining in the torchlit room. (Thank you— you fight?)

Jacobus felt shame run through him, which he was sure Bobbius could smell in the pheromones he had suddenly lost control of. “Minime. Vetitus est— sum… omega.” (Nope. It is forbidden— I am… an omega.)

🌦️(if my Latin is wrong it's not my fault, I am sick xoxo)

[camouflagedlove]

my asks are open ppl should totally submit things they'd want to see blurbs of writing about so that I can try and get past my creative block

(I like stranger things and I'm a multishipper I just don't like Billy, i like the quarry and Detroit become human and I'm pretty open to write whatever there)

[jackienautism]

One thing about this game that really irks me is how Laura keeps saying how the werewolves “aren’t people” but is never really challenged on it. The game doesn’t want to talk about it either since Laura rudely asks Ryan if he “really wants to talk about ethics now” on the way to the mansion if you’re rude to her and enforces the idea that “we’re not killing Chris Hackett, we’re killing a werewolf.” I know the game’s supposed to be campy 80s horror but I just wish it explored this topic in full

this is actually a very great thing to bring up, ive never really considered it as anything more than a comfort thing. as something to make laura feel better about what she feels she has to do

i can absolutely see where shes coming from and why she says what she says, but you're right, that sort of thinking is definitely flawed. especially in the grand scheme of things. because yeah sure you're killing a werewolf but literally SECONDS later they transform back to human form.... and THEN you'll be forced to face reality. maybe there's no irl "equivalent" to this kind of situation, but going into it deeper wouldn't have hurt anyone. in fact, it would have been quite interesting, now that you mention it!

the idea that theres a chance where the creature nd antagonist of the game is actually someone you know nd love? only for a short amount of time too? meaning its not even permanent??? like. which is more important, yr own safety or that of yr loved ones (despite it being a gamble every time a werewolf enters view)? it's a fantastic concept. and yet they didn't really deliver, as you said

and like.... the one time they COULDVE done more with that topic (albeit w/ different characters) was with emma... when she gets bit in ch 4 and transforms in the van in ch 8? kaitlyn's able to shoot and kill her and yet. the game. doesn't have it so she and dylan find emma's body afterwards? they don't make them have that moment of. oh... i literally just killed my friend. like yes she did essentially kill only a werewolf but there's still someone BEHIND that werewolf, yk? and that someone is someone who she's spent the last 2 months living with and befriending

they do have kaitlyn be like "what if it's nick?" to which dylan responds with "what if it's not." which is a valid view, sure, but even if it were someone they didn't know, that's still a human person????

if Only the game presented and applied that specific dilemma to the characters more... bc even kaitlyn during her fight with caleb... i find it interesting that NO one ever had a moment of. ....i just shot and killed a person. like YEAH the person in question was under a different form and ATTACKING but, there's no way that still isn't in the back of their minds eating away at them yk?

the same thing can apply to silas too! and it's interesting to me because if you choose to not lift yr gun, laura DOES have a moment of "this is a boy im about to kill" but that's kind of IT........ so we KNOW that she understands theres a person behind the werewolf. but because there's no huge spotlight put on it in general, or shown to have been a problem for laura before, it doesn't really like. matter? it appears so. little. in comparison to everything else, i mean

the difference between chris and silas for laura was obv. max. but it is irritating how laura holds a certain view for chris' situation and a different one for silas'. especially when it's only seen in ONE potential choice during that scene. maybe it was to show laura's complexity nd duality, but i mainly think it was. poor writing. they should've made that predicament, that battle of morality, a bigger thing, for laura, for kaitlyn, for everyone

so, yeah, in the end it's never "just" a werewolf. in relation to chris, to someone like laura MAYBE, but to someone else, like ryan, it's just. not

[queenofbaws]

Ohh, never sent anything like this your way and so I don't want to take the reigns too much! But I loved some of the prompts you RBed. Maybe "I keep thinking that something must be wrong with me. Even right now, it feels like I'm ten feet away from myself." In relation to anything Supermassive (UD/Quarry maybe) because I love love how you write fics for those games; take it anyway you'd please. I just super enjoyed the prompt lol

not-quite-six sentence weekend :P

The whole thing had seemed like a joke at first, just another way that the universe could grab them by the ankles, give them a good hard shake, then grab up all the loose change that spilled from their pockets while their heads were spinning. Things had been normal before camp - things had made sense. The sky was blue, the grass was green, and the things that went bump in the night were usually just your imagination or one of your pets knocking into something in the dark.

But now there were monsters. Now it was impossible to tell where reality ended and make-believe began. Now...

Well, now they were in a dingy little basement that reeked of burnt coffee, sitting on uncomfortable foldout chairs. It had to be the strangest support group that'd ever existed, bar none, and even that wasn't going the way it should've been...not with the other quote-unquote survivors doing what they were doing. Most of them were fine, but the Blackwood Bunch?

Oh. Oh, the Hacketteers were pretty fed up with them.

"So there I am, soaked to the bone, wearing someone else's clothes, I'm tired, I'm hungry, everything hurts, and it's like...every time I thought things were going to be okay, I...I ended up alone again. It was just...way too much. Insult to injury, you know?" Emma let the rest of her breath out in a heavy exhale, anxiously tucking her hair behind her ears. Per the usual, she hadn't let stage fright stop her from going at the first opportunity she was given, working her way through her story with tight smiles and shallow laughs. She licked her lips, took another breath, and -

"You think that's bad," Jessica spoke up from across the way, the collection of chairs a little too sloppy to be called a 'circle,' per se, "try having frostbite. And a concussion. And being in your underwear for most of it."

There was a ripple of low chatter from a couple of the others - not the Hacketteers, not the Blackwoods, but the others, the ones who'd been watching with slow-growing amusement and exasperation as their strange turf war had developed. In voices too low for the (warring factions) rest of them to hear, a man missing a suspiciously clean chunk of his ear leaned over to murmur, "Bet this is the one where they start throwing chairs," only for a woman with a garishly bright red pixie cut to dip her chin and respond, "Twenty bucks and you're on."

At the forefront, Emma's smile tightened, becoming something automatic. Automatonic, really. "I was in my underwear for a lot of it, actually."

"No frostbite, though," Mike cut in, happy enough to take over Jess's argument for her. "Seriously, you guys don't even know what you're talking about, okay? Like, yeah, sure, I know you got scared or whatever, but until you're fighting for your life out in subzero temps? Pfft. You don't know what it means to survive."

"Says the guy who stuck his hand in a bear trap," Jacob shot back, not bothering to lower his voice.

Mike had been ready, though. "Says the guy who stepped into a snare, then stepped into a bear trap, then...wait, wait, how'd he put it last time?" he asked, making a show of turning to Emily, then Jess, then craning his head around to Sam. "Oh! Right. Got dragged into a hillbilly sex dungeon. All in one night. Rip on the bear trap all you want, my guy, my one moment of dumbassery hardly stacks up to you going full fucking Loony Tunes. Walk off any cliffs while you were at it? Try and blow out a stick of dynamite thinking it was a birthday candle?"

"Hey man, that's not fair!" It was then that Nick threw his hat into the ring, sticking up for Jacob's case without a moment of hesitation. "You guys weren't down there! You have no idea what it was like, being in those cages all night!"

"Uh, hang on. A-a-agree to disagree." Chris was the one who spoke that time, but Ashley had lifted a finger beside him, the two of them seemingly lodging their complaint as a unit. "If we want to talk about dungeon experience, you...you really don't have a leg to stand on here, man. Sorry. You don't. Ash and I were in a fucking Saw movie, okay? So, I-I-I'm sorry that like, you got to sit for most of the night, but - "

"I was a fucking werewolf, dude!" Nick fired back, actually getting to his feet. "A monster! You don't have the first idea what that's like! My body exploded, I almost killed Abi, I...things still feel wrong! I still feel wrong! It's like...sometimes I don't even think this is my real body anymore, like I'm here, but I'm also standing ten feet away from myself! You don't get to just act like you've been there, done that - fuck that!"

A clearing of a throat. An unnecessarily loud, pointed sniff.

And then Josh entered the fray.

"Yeah. Know what? True. True that. Not a one of us - and I mean this, Nicholas - not a single one of us has any idea what it's like to be possessed by something otherworldly, flung around according to its whims, changed beyond recognition, and then woken up to realize, aw shit, it's Monday isn't it? I need to get to work pronto, but I'm just covered in all this gross, sticky blood!" Slowly, moving with deliberation, he straightened in his seat, the reconstruction scars on his face almost gone but not quite, his left eye catching the light in that eerie way human eyes weren't supposed to. "Shit. Wait. Hang on. That's not what I meant to say. Sorry, haven't had any of that coffee burbling away on the counter yet, and you know I'm not myself until I've had my coffee, hee hee, ha ha, hoo hoo. What I meant to say was - eat my whole, entire ass. Get back to me when you can describe the taste of human flesh to me, how's about that?"

She'd been quiet until then, but Abi raised her hands in a silent plea for them to stop, scrambling to take hold of the back of Nick's shirt when he took a single step forward towards Josh. "Guys! Guys, hey, this...I...fighting isn't helping stuff, okay? We should just - "

"Okay. Honestly? Sorry, not sorry, I'm on their side with this one," Laura piped in, the Blackwood gang sneering as the Hacketteers whirled. "You guys have...no idea what a hard time is, okay? Yeah, wow, yikes, werewolves. Try being in a jail cell for two months, never knowing if the weirdo who kidnapped you was going to let you go, kill you, bring you something to eat, or just stand outside your cell breathing too hard. On top of the werewolf thing! On top of it!"

"Yeah, like, not for nothing, but we didn't even get to make friendship bracelets, you know?" agreed Max, still nodding right along with Laura.

"They didn't even get to make friendship bracelets," Emily repeated, sadly shaking her head.

"Big talk. Real big talk. I'm sorry, did any of you walk away from your weird little winter getaway missing a limb?" Dylan asked. "No. Didn't think s - "

"Chris messed up his knee!" Ashley snapped. "Mike's missing fingers! Sam's, like, almost totally deaf in her one ear now! You can't just - "

"Yeah, I'm sorry, you didn't get fucking mauled," Emily cut in, speaking over Ashley as she yanked her shirt to one side, revealing the massive scar on her shoulder. "Don't complain about - "

"Pretty sure I got mauled, actually! Pretty sure a few of us got mauled, in fact! You don't - "

"You guys weren't lost underground for hours, trying to find your way out." Matt, that time, his usual stoic silence thrown by the wayside. "Pitch black. In a maze. Hearing something hunt you - "

"Wow. All due respect, dude? You weren't listening to our story at all, were you?" Ryan accused. "We - "

And with that, the meeting devolved the way it always did, all of the younger survivors pointing fingers and shouting, comparing wounds and battle scars, stacking their traumas on top of one another's like Pokemon cards. It wasn't the most therapeutic of ways to go about things, of that there could be no doubt, but...it must've been doing something, because they kept showing up every week.

The world was a strange place, after all. It only made sense that they'd be strange now too.

[chaigirly]

Dylan Lenivy

I might get lost without you ⬅️ Link

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“Y/N?” Dylan calls out in a panic, the walls seeming to grow taller and taller the more he wanders blindly.

His breath got faster, his panicking growing worse as he saw the sun start to set.

Oh no no no no…

Leaves crunch under his feet as he turns sharp corners, the ever growing maze seeming to never end.

Did something happen to you?

You were standing with him just a second ago yet you managed to disappear in an instant.

What if you got kidnapped?

“Y/N?!” He calls out again, louder this time in hope you could hear him.

He was lost.

“Dylan?” Your voice says with worry from behind him, making him spin around and sigh in relief when he sees your face.

“Oh thank god you’re not hurt,” he says, relieved.

Your eyebrows furrow and you try your hardest not to laugh at how worried he got.

“Dylan…it’s a corn maze.”

His cheeks flush in embarrassment and he looks away while biting the inside of his cheek.

“Yeah but you disappeared…” he says quietly.