#unnamed prisoner

[redhoodscorvid]

The best part of Nolan's Dark Knight trilogy was when the Joker stranded two ferries in the harbour, rigged with explosives. Each boat held its own salvation: all the people on the boat had to do to get back to safety was press the detonator for the other boat, killing everyone aboard.

And the real kicker: one boat is filled with average, everyday people, and the other is filled with convicted criminals. Neither boat can communicate with the other. The longer time drags on, the more convinced that everyone becomes that the other boat will lose patience and blow them out of the water.

For a while, nothing happens. The guards on the prison boat keep the detonator away from the prisoners.

For a while, nothing happens. Honestly, the Joker thought they'd get to the punchline faster than this.

For a while, nothing happens. The guard who's holding the detonator is starting to look more and more nervous, and finally, a heavily tattoed prisoner calls out to him. It's an "I'm already damned" moment, and the man speaks words to the guard like he's the devil on your shoulder: What are they going to do to me, anyway? Just give me that detonator and I'll do what you should have when you first got your hands on it.

The guard hesitates, but... he wants to live. He's on a ship, damned to be blown up with the people that society says are dangerous—worse than worthless. As far as the other ship knows, the prisoners could violently overthrow the guards any moment. The ship full of civilians *should* blow them up (and the guard doesn't want to die). The guard extends his hand, holding out the device...

The man grabs it from his hand, opens a porthole and tosses it out the window.

He sits back down, glaring at the guard.

[percyaugod]

Unnamed Rise AU

Edit: It has now been named The Prisoner and the Pretender AU. : D

AU where Leo stays in the Prison dimension longer, but is saved by the technodrome. He wakes up bandaged in one of the dark broken pieces and panicking but freezes when he hears Donnie hiss at him to be quiet unless he wants the Krang to find them.

Leo silently panics even more because why is Donnie here? He's supposed to be the only one trapped here! What did that stupid egghead do!?

Donnie helped talk him through it and calm him down. Leo then tries to look for Donnie in the darkened ship while asking what happened. The lights are extremely dim but he can still see, so why can't he find Donnie?

Leo stops when he hears Donnie say "Oh I'm not Donatello, not truly, not anymore. I was though. For a few glorious minutes, we were both Donatello. Both the technodrome."

Leo, becoming very aware that he no longer has his sword with him, decides to keep talking until he can find an exit.

"So if you're not Donnie, then what are you?"

Donnie's voice snipped back, "I'm not a what. I'm so much more than a simple object! I'm the technodrome, the perfect combination…"

Leo stops listening to its rant as he keeps searching the ship. He finds an exit and makes a break for it. Only to be stopped as it's blocked by tendrils and a strange replica of the top half of his brother's body coming out of the wall. In true Donnie fashion, it doesn't look happy about his recent decision.

"Where do you think you're going?" It quietly snarls. "Do you have any idea how injured you still are after your 'fight'? Not to mention the lack of food and other resources outside. If anything happened to you Donatello would be upset with me."

"What do you know about Donnie!?" Leo snaps back, only to be muffled by a tendril wrapping around his mouth.

"I know he would destroy the universe himself if it meant getting you back. He will come for you, it's only a matter of time, and I will not disappoint him.

[rookanisstuff]

everytime i read a lucanis x rook fic where rook is a helpless damsel i take psychic damage

[unnamed-idi0t]

Shoes SUCK and if it was normal and safe to walk in public without shoes I would I HATE shoes

[veryimportantsparkles]

Working on the chapter 7 draft (viewable on patreon) and man...this one guy is having a bad day. I kinda want to keep him around.

[goofalicousgooberface]

my Roman Empire is finding out Barry Keoghan was in The Batman but didn’t have more than 3 mins screentime

[ruthiesrambles2]

Ruth in a fur coat

Ruth in Teals and heels

Ruth in a tank top with a cigar and a gun

Ruth in an oversized white shirt

Ruth in a plaid and cargo jackets

You agree

[lupinshanshin]

[bmpmp3]

my accessory from when i played freedom wars forever ago....i like her i should turn her into a normal character

[xawkward-ariesx]

There was another wince on the other end as he settles on what sounds like one of the parlour couches. "We can only deal with one problem at a time brother, and right now the witch is an actual risk while Saint Caroline is only a probable future problem."

Future fic, You feel too much and nothing at all.

[rjalker]

Yeah the only fucking reason Mirrim's ableist and amisic(sarcasm: before it was cool! /sarcasm)/intersexist (Ruth isn't intersex but she's implying he is as an insult) is because she's a female character who's not a love interest and therefore Anne McCaffrey hates her.

It's very fucking obvious when a characters is a bigot because the author wants to illistrate that bigotry is wrong, and when a character is a bigot because that's an easy shorthand telling everyone to hate the character.

This is why a lot of shows will have one-off background characters who are rude/bigoted/evil/wrong and are oh so conveniently almost every single time people of color. Because it's okay to hate Black and brown people while upholding the white people as morally superior in every way as long as the one-off unnamed POC is a bigot!!!!!

This tactic is also used to demonize a character with obvious bigotry so that when they start whistleblowing war crimes you won't give a shit what they have to say because you've already written them off. Stargate: Atlantis did this, as did SG1.

and yes I will be tagging every show off the top of my head I can think of that does this.

[wanderingaldecaldo]

Would love to a formative memory from both: (I figure due to their different life-paths, they might have different ones!)

Sk!Val and 🔫

as well as Corpo!Val and 🔫

Thanks for the ask from the Core Meme-ory game! I was asked already for SK!Val but she has several formative memories of Mitch (and that's before she considers him romantically). The next memory is a scene I have yet to write, so I'm excited! *cracks knuckles*

🔫- Mitch Anderson [SK!Val_Memory_02]

"If they got Mitch and Scorpion..." Panam trails off and her voice cracks, and V doesn't know how to offer comfort.

"I know, I know..."

Heart sinking, V watches the feed from the drone. A drone flies overhead and robots with automatic weapons march around guarding the crash site. She counts the burnt out husks of four nomad vehicles as Panam cries out for her fallen clan.

"V, if they --"

"Don't worry. We don't know for sure," V says, even as she sees another body.

Neither of them. She takes stock of the defenses and then they both see Mitch, hands in the air and walking back to the AV in custody of a robot. Further up she spots a pair of motorcycles, and just beyond them another body, this time wearing a familiar vest and hood.

Scorpion. Deceased.

All her fault. The pit in her stomach threatens to swallow her whole. She has to get to Mitch, has to save him, or she will never be able to forgive herself.

"Listen. We saw Mitch. They probably got Scorpion," V says. It's not the worst lie she's ever told, and besides, Panam will find out the truth soon enough.

Moments later, she's crouched behind a bolder, quickhacking the robots and drone. They don't last long against her, then she zigzags to the AV's control panel, allowing Panam to join her.

Once Panam is in position, V grabs the door and pries it open. The pilot holds Mitch as a shield, one arm around his neck, other holding a gun up to his head. In this moment, all she cares about is saving Mitch, keeping Panam's friend alive. She pulls her pistol, her backup for when the shotgun doesn't work or the Mantis Blades won't cut it. She closes her eyes, remembering where both Mitch and the pilot stood, then takes a deep breath, pops around the open doorway, and takes quick, careful aim. She fires without hesitation, and the pilot drops immediately.

As Mitch gasps in relief, so does she. She falls back to let them have their moment; Mitch attempts to patch Panam's wounds while she only wants to know about Scorpion. V's cowardice in the truck, her lies about Scorpion, means Mitch has to tell Panam the truth, that he's dead; no one survived.

As she turns away from Panam's anguish, she digs in her pockets for a pack of cigs that Johnny bought. She squats and sucks down the smoke that scorches her throat and listens to Panam and Mitch without looking at either of them, knowing she's the cause of their pain.

🔫- Mitch Anderson [Corpo!Val]

This scene is a fleshed-out version of a flashback I wrote for the corpo au. It's really important to Val, and really solidifies their friendship in her mind.

Val watches as Mitch drops to the chair and sips his beer. She could call the Caliburn and leave right now, let him have his solitude like he asked. But something about the way he carries his sadness plucks a chord in her chest; resonates with the same frequencies and depth as Jackie's. Instead she sits in the other chair, opens the cooler and grabs another beer, her long nails clicking as she pops the tab.

Mitch watches her, eyebrows drawn together and a frown pursing his lips. She shrugs and raises the beer to him then looks out at the desert. They sit there in silence, not a word passing between them, while the sky passes through the brilliance of a desert sunset and the air grows cool, until Mitch finishes the last beer from the cooler.

"Reckon I can take you back to camp after all," he says as he lights a cigarette. They don't speak on the drive back to camp either.

After all her time at Arasaka, all the meetings and talking and bullshit and subterfuge, after living and working with Jackie, sitting with someone in companionable silence is a rare treat.

When Mitch kills the ignition but makes no move to exit the Colby, she also remains in her seat, still silent. What she wouldn’t have given for someone to sit with her in silence while she mourned Jackie. To simply not be alone in her grief. Perhaps that's why she's here. To atone for her part in Scorpion's death.

He looks at her finally when he speaks, his voice quiet. “Guess I needed the company after all. Thanks, V.”

“It’s Valerie,” she says by reflex, then shakes her head. “Sorry, bad habit.”

“Hell, why didn’t you say something sooner?”

She shrugs. “Also habit. Got the nickname from... a friend. Hate it but it stuck.”

One side of his mouth lifts in a sad smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Well then, thank you, Valerie.”

“You’re welcome, Mitch,” she says, returning the smile and reaching over to squeeze his hand.

Turns out these are good for the writer's block. Still accepting asks for the Core Meme-ory game! Still have a couple more for Mitch even 😏

[percyaugod]

Unnamed Rise AU Part 2: Eternal Prison

Edit: It has now been named The Prisoner and the Pretender AU. : D

Leo was bored asking how long has he been stuck there anyway. The technodrome says forty-three seconds. Leo is unamused and gives a flat "Ha Ha. No really."

The technodrome doesn't say anything and Leo is left reeling. "What, how!?"

"Time dilation. Time moves faster here than back in your dimension. If it makes you feel any better you aren't aging. This place was designed to be an eternal prison. Not very eternal if the Krang die of old age."

Leo crossed his arms muttering bitterly about how well that worked out.

The technodrome holds Donnie above all others, and it is partially because of being connected, but it's mostly because Donnie is just Donnie. Donnie is the first to look at the technodrome and see something truly amazing. It holds him in such high regard because he holds it so high. Which is why it doesn't want to disappoint him and lose that.

Not to mention how much of himself he was willing to give to it so it could think for itself for the first time. No more just sitting around waiting for commands. Being used like a tool by those that don't appreciate it, don't deserve it.

Leo keeps the technodrome talking so he can hear his brother's voice, though he'd never admit it to even himself. He's just gathering data, nothing else. Yet he's probably just doing stuff to aggravate the technodrome like messing with the stuff it uses to make nutrients so Leo doesn't wither away.

It tastes awful, he's just trying to make it pizza-flavoured. Or preferably anything other than what he imagines Dad's chair tastes like. He knows chemistry, he can do this!

The technodrome begs to differ. He knows Earth chemistry. These chemicals are literally alien to him.

The technodrome keeps moving so it's harder for Krang One to find them. Which is extra difficult while trying to look like just a piece of nonfunctional rubble floating there.

Leo would definitely try to sneak outside. If nothing else he's bored and wouldn't completely trust the Krang spaceship. He still hasn't decided whether it sounding and acting like Donnie is worse or better. At least it'll be harder to forget the egghead.

The technodrome only lets him out to get supplies because even broken it's still far too big to enter. Supplies are hard to come by though, and who knows how long Leo will be in here until his brothers can save him. It keeps watch of all exits in case he tries something.

Leo is definitely curious about the technodrome, especially its connection to Donnie. How exactly did it get a copy of his brother on its systems, and what is it going to do to the original?

He wouldn't just ask it directly though. Donnie can't lie, but who knows about the technodrome. He asked in roundabout ways about other tech and functions to gather more info before making his way slowly to how piloting it works.

Leo tells stories to the technodrome who listens since at least he isn't trying anything. It's when he tries to exaggerate something and the technodrome corrects him that he realizes the technodrome remembers this stuff too because Donnie remembered it. So now Leo has the technodrome tell him stories to help him remember. It's odd hearing some of the same events but from Donnie's point of view.

Leo has a lot of trouble sleeping, especially in a prison dimension. He says something completely wrong and falls asleep to a "Donnie" rant.

Leo asks the technodrome what it knows about neuroscience since it could help him take care of his brothers in the future as team medic (you can rip medic Leo out of my cold dead hands) and he's pretty sure the ship mentioned tapping into someone's brain or nerves to receive instructions.

He's really going to have to look Donnie over when he gets back because that can't be good.

The technodrome constantly brings up Leo having the portal closed on it. Is this what Draxum feels like dealing with him? Good.

[ladyofdecember]

Ah man! So I thought the Joker at the end of Folie a Deux was the same actor/Joker from the end of The Batman! You know, the off screen Arkham inmate but apparently not? It was a completely different actor! I thought they were trying to connect the universes. 🤔 But I guess not? Still... they could always pretend it is the same Joker character especially since we didn't see the guy's face in The Batman.

[unnamed-idi0t]

ABYWAY MACAQUE MY BELOVED I LOVE HIM SM I WOULD FIGHT SOMEONE FOR HIM AAAAAAAAAAAA

[yanderenightmare]

TW: implied nsfw, implied noncon/dubcon, poly yanderes, sprained ankle, captive reader, apocolypse au, talk of fertility, murder of unnamed characters, mentions of potentially killing reader

fem reader

Just thinking about the apocalypse, the two army men who’ve long survived it in their shelter with barely any trouble, and then you, a poor girl trying hard to outrun your last captives only to run into them.  

You didn’t realize back then that it was like trading piranhas for sharks, too caught up in begging for their aid to think better of it. You should have just kept running, but your ankle was sprained badly, maybe even broken, and you were wearing so little you would most likely have died from the cold during the night if they hadn’t taken you in.

It seems unfair of them to have kept the giant bunker all to themselves, only the two of them, but you don’t judge. You would likely have kept it all to yourself as well.

This new world has bred new humans, and they’re all monsters. It’s honestly quite surprising they’d even let you in, given this is what they’re protecting, this sanctuary from the past, a comfort most people would kill their closest friend in exchange for.

Trust is all but dead, and so is honor or any other morality—you would know, you’ve lived out there for it all, only having survived by spreading your legs at the right moments. It’s a shameful tactic, and many times, you’ve wondered if it wouldn’t have been better to spare yourself and just die. What was the purpose?

This—you think. This must be it. They have showers and working hot water.

You don’t know how it’s possible—the original owners of the shelter must have been some type of millionaire. You haven’t had a warm shower since the world went to shit—years ago. It’s been a choice of waiting for rain or finding a lake, hoping it wasn’t rancid. Meanwhile, they have soap—scented soap, the lush kind you’d forgotten existed. It feels so nice you have to cry—rejoice—sobbing while lathering yourself, watching all the filth go down the drain, leaving you smooth-skinned once again for the first time in forever. You can’t remember having ever been so clean before, feeling reborn.

They have fresh clothes for you too—new socks and underwear, all clean fabrics, so much more than what you wore—pants, a shirt, and a sweater to keep warm. You didn’t know there still existed people who lived like the old days—you’d thought it was long gone, a bittersweet dream you sometimes have the pleasure of at night instead of the usual nightmares. Never had you thought you’d experience anything even remotely similar, but here you are—looking yourself in the mirror after so long, surprised to see a human looking back at you.

And they feed you. Not scraps, not leftovers, not rot, or days-old flesh from the last successful hunt—but freshly baked bread, vegetables, fruit—for fuck’s sake, they even have juice. You cry again while eating, and then you find yourself begging them again, “Please, let me stay—please, I’ll do anything. I can cook, clean, work—anything at all, I can do it, just please let me stay…”

You’re on your knees, forehead pressed to the heated metal floors—toasty and comforting, you think you could sleep better than ever right there.

“We’ll think about it,” one of them mutters as he gathers the plates. His voice was so harsh he might as well have said, not a chance. It’s clear by his frown that he’d rather send you right out again, leave you to the monsters.

“We’ll at least let you stay until your ankle heals, so don’t worry.” The other is more sympathetic, helping you up. “For now, let’s get you to bed. You must be exhausted.”

It hadn’t crossed your mind that they’d have beds—actual real soft downy mattresses and duvets and pillows. The two of you help make it together. It feels so foreign that you wonder if you might have died earlier. Some years back, you wouldn’t have thought heaven would resemble a prison cell, but now it only made sense—safe metal walls and a bed. What more could one possibly want in the world?

“I’ll wrap your leg for you if you sit.” He holds out a bandage roll, gesturing to your ankle.

Blinking, you can’t even register what he’d just offered until he’s getting down on his knees before you.

You panic, then. Bandages are hard to come by—it hardly seems worth it. “There’s no blood, you shouldn’t waste it—”

“It’ll heal better and faster this way,” he adds reassuringly. His voice is so soft and compelling that you find yourself sitting down without further quarrel, even when it makes you feel spoiled.

He’s gentle with you—holding you steady while wrapping it just tightly enough to be supportive. There hasn’t been a man who’s touched you like it.

“Does that feel okay?”

You can barely tell he’s talking to you. It’s all so lost on you that you can only wordlessly nod your head.

He fastens it just as carefully before standing. “Is there anything else you might need?”

You shake your head just as wordlessly. You can’t believe how nice he’s being. It makes no sense at all. Not in this world. Not anymore.

“I’m sorry, but I’m gonna have to lock the door,” he apologizes with a sheepish look once standing on the threshold.

You’d been stuck thinking about how warm the room was, trying to remember a single time you hadn’t been freezing during the night. “That’s okay, I understand,” you say. After all, what’s a locked door in comparison?

“Good,” he smiles—it’s likely the kindest smile you’ve ever seen. “Alright then, good night.”

Once again, you’re left stunned. The last time you’d heard those words spoken must have been from a loved one long since dead. It makes your lip wobble again as you say it back, “Good night.”

It's strange—they could have left you for dead but didn’t. They don’t seem gullible—they can’t be if they’ve managed to protect this place for so long—but you suppose there still exist men who have a soft spot in their hearts for helpless damsels in distress.

As you sink into the comfort, draping your duvet atop your battered body, you don’t even care about the camera in the ceiling—blinking red while watching you.

“Did you have to bandage her up?” he grumbles as the other walks into the bedroom after having said his goodnights to you. 

He’s already in bed, observing through the cameras on a tablet—you were currently curling into the duvet, wrapping it around you close for comfort. You’d likely not slept on anything so soft in a while—it wouldn’t surprise him if you preferred the floor. But no, you drift asleep quite quickly.

“You know how badly things can heal without proper support,” the other answers, regarding it as no big deal. “And besides, it’s not like we often need it—we have plenty to spare.”

He removes his clothes and crawls onto the bed as well, lifting the covers to slot himself right next to the other man, who still has a scowl on his face.

“Oh, come on…” he drawls. “She’s exactly what we’ve been talking about, isn’t she?”

The grump doesn’t answer, still with keen eyes watching you, even as you’ve fallen asleep—as if waiting for you to do something befitting a wild animal in a cage. The other’s eyes fall to the screen as well, but he only awes in delight.

“Look at her, already fast asleep,” he purrs while zooming in on your face. “I mean, did you see how she was begging earlier, what she said? I’d do anything,” he continues, almost whining. “So cute, I could have fucked her right then and there.”

The other man sets the tablet aside with a disagreeing sigh. “We’ll wait at least a week for her system to detoxify from the wasteland,” he says strictly. “I’m not touching her before then, and neither are you unless you want to sleep alone.”

The other groans then, flopping down on his back. “Yeah, yeah, you and your safety protocols,” he dismisses before a smirk creeps up his face, glee twinkling in his eyes as he looks up at his grouchy counterpart. “But then we keep her, right?”

“Tch—we don’t even know if she’s fertile. The wasteland could have made her barren as long as she’s been out there,” the other shuffles down into the sheets as well, turning to look at his partner and the awfully keen look on his face.

“So we test her. Give her a medical check,” he says, again as if it’s not a problem, even when it very well could turn out to be.

They’ve already broken quarantine rules by letting you in here—and who knows what your real objectives truly are.

“I don’t trust her,” he states.

The other pouts. “I don’t see what one little lady can do—she’s hardly a threat. And we already purged the group that was following her. I doubt any of them made it out alive.”

True, he had gone out and sent several gas grenades into the settlement. Surely, none of them managed to escape, but then again—

“Pest control only works when you kill them all, and we’ve just let one inside our own house,” he grumbles.

The other one sighs. “Okay, so if it turns out she isn’t as cute as she looks, we’ll deal with her like the rest. But if I’m right, and she really is just a harmless little thing, we keep her, and I get to have the first go.”

Suppose there isn’t anything better to do aside from killing you straight away, which would only have been a waste of food, water, clothes, and bandages. 

“Fine.”

The other grins at the agreeance, humming, “I guess until then, we’ll just have to make do with each other—I've been hard since we watched her shower.” He leans forward for contact but is shut down as his bedmate rolls around with his back turned to him.

“Tch—take care of it yourself.” Tonight has been too stressful to tug each other’s dicks. 

He can hear him whine behind him, but he settles down soon enough.

Suppose it would be nice fucking a woman again. It’s been so many years he figured he wouldn’t need it anymore. They’ve made do with each other so far. But even he can’t deny, once you’d washed all the blood and muck off, once he saw the dewy hue of your soft skin and the silk of your hair, all those plush curves, and not to mention that awfully sweet look on your face—he felt the tug in his pants too.

He'll do a medical check on you tomorrow. He hopes you’re fertile. But even if you’re not, he might give in to the other’s wishes and keep you anyway. After all, they might have many luxuries, but the comfort of pussy is one they haven’t had in a long, long, long time.

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