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Newscapepro SCP Rewrite, With Many Voices

“Alright, come in, all of you,” The General said as the crew poured into his office. “Got another mission for the lot of you. Site-06 experienced a large containment breach; you’re being sent in to protect the Detective we have going there to gather evidence,” Triana raised an eyebrow “A detective? I haven’t worked with one of those in awhile,” “I know, she’ll be waitin’ for you outside,” The General cleared his throat. “Her life is your number one priority, do not let her die,” “Yes sir!” Triana saluted.

The crew moved outside of the base towards a helicopter, they saw a woman with scraggly black hair tied into a ponytail; she wore rather casual clothes compared to the rest of them with just brown jacket, black skirt and red tie. She yawned as the team. walked towards her “You must be the Task Force sent to protect me… O’Connor,”  “Triana, if you don’t mind me asking what exactly are you investigating at this site?” Triana asked as the crew got into the helicopter. “I’ll be investigating how the breach occurred, to get any information on who might’ve caused it,”

“Alright, when we land there we need to be as careful as possible,” Triana ordered. “Site-06 houses mostly Safe Skips,” “They house 939 there, don’t they?” Hooper asked. “Yeah, a couple of them too!” Scott stretched his arms to indicate the sheet amount of 939’s “Yes, we’ll need to be as quiet as possible; they’re blind, but they can hear insanely well,” Triana warned. “No screwing about, alright Cory?” “When have I ever screwed around?” “Well… never actually,” Triana hmm’d. “Still, you can never be sure with Privates,” Cory and Nikole chuckled, Triana menacingly cleared her throat. “Like that,” “Sorry LT…” The Helicopter eventually landed in front of the completely abandoned site, the normally bright white walls looked dark grey. “Jeez, this place sucks,” Cory simplified. Hooper felt a shiver go up his spine at the sight of the place. “You can say that again,” “Jeez, this place sucks,” “I- nevermind,” “So, O’Connor,” Triana looked over to the woman they were escorting as the MTF gathered around the front of the Site. “What are your current theories as to who caused this breach?” “Hmm…” The Detective looked deep in thought for a moment. “Nothing concrete yet. The Chaos Insurgency is too bold to wait for a breach, but the Serpent’s Hand isn’t bold enough to try something like this,” Nikole smirked at the Lieutenant “Yeah she probably needs to find more evidence before accusing whatever group… y’know like a detective does?” “Well maybe you could help her by letting her know about how the Insurgency would’ve handled this, you have plenty of experience,” Triana snarked back. “Already told ya, they’re not the stealthy kind,” Nikole rolled her eyes. “Sure…” Triana cleared her throat. “Alright Bluejay; keep tabs on the group escorting O’Connor,” “Will do,” “Great, Nikole will stand watch out here while the rest of us escort O’Connor around, am I understood?” She stared down the older woman. “Jeez, fine,” Nikole raised her hands in surrender. “You go have fun on your little adventure,” “We will!” Cory smiled. “If we don’t get eaten, that is,” Scott chuckled. “...We won’t,”

The five people entered the dilapidated building, walking into a main hall equally as grungy as the outside of the facility. “Alright Detective, any locations of Interest?” “I’d start with the comms room, see if any outside contact had been made with any other GOIs,” O’Connor said tiredly as the team escorted her there. “Bluejay, any detected hostiles?” “No ma’am, I’ll inform you of… whatever inevitably comes up,”

O’Connor and the gang entered the dingy communications room, filled with racks of servers all of which were off due to the lack of power. “Hm… can’t continue my investigation like this,” “Bluejay, can you hack into the-” Lara interrupted “The Facility’s Emergency Power? Duh, it’s my job. I’m surprised it hasn’t been used up yet though…” Lara mused. “Just gotta guess the password real quick,” O’Connor quirked an eyebrow at that, but went to go investigate the communication servers anyway. “So… when did this breach happen?” Cory looked around the hallway as he stood guard near the door to the server room. “Last week from what I heard; everythin’ was goin’ fine and then suddenly it all went to Hell,” “It’s unfortunate, we lost a lot of good Scientists here too…” Triana's face scrunched up in more anger than usual, but went back to normal pretty quickly. “And a lot of valuable Skips got damaged,” “Ain’t this the place or Site-16 that had the Infinite Pizza Box?” Scott smiled at the thought, then frowned because the breach probably meant it wouldn’t be found for awhile. “Infinite… what now?” Cory perked up like a pitbull in a room full of toddlers. “No, Cory, it’s in a different site,” Triana said through gritted teeth, occasionally glancing as Scott as she spoke “Aww…” “Alright, done with this area,” O’Connor said as she walked out of the server room. “No one had contacted anyone outside of the Site,” Triana sighed. “Hmm, that makes it… way harder to figure out who did this,” “Actually it implies that the breach was caused by someone working for The Foundation,” O’Connor corrected. “Or that whatever group did this has a lot of contacts within the Foundation… interesting,” She mused. “So you’re saying some kinda conspiracy’s made its way into The Foundation?” Hooper looked at the Detective in disbelief. The Detective shook her head “No… not yet at least; I’d need far more evidendence to make an accusation like that. Speaking of which I’ll be heading to the Site Director’s office next then we’ll be leaving,” “Good, this place gives me the creep-”

“Hello, is anyone out there? Hello?” “Guys, there’s surviv-” “Cory wait!” Hooper warned. “That’s SCP 939, it mimics the voices of its victims to lure in prey,” “Really?” “Unfortunately yes, we’ll also need to be far quieter; they can’t see but can hear very well,” Triana explained. “Hooper and I will follow O’Connor, you two will scope out the facility and make sure that SCP 939 is kept away,” “Sure thing dude!” “Yes ma’am!” Triana, Hooper and O’Connor went forward towards the Office while Scott and Cory moved right, staying quiet and moving slow as to not alert the creature they were walking towards of their presence.

“Alright man, we got flashbangs on us,” Scott whispered at the Camera faced Private. “These things got skin that’s sensitive to light,” “Really? That’s great!” Cory said, his relief at these things having a weakness being just a tad too loud, loud enough that he instantly covered his mouth. “Dude, shut up!” “I-I’m lost, please help me,” Another voice, this one was feminine… and closer. The two MTF tip toed behind a wall, Scott quickly typed into his radio’s screen. FIERI: 939 is close to us dunno if theres more than one. LT: Good, keep them as far away from us as possible.

The creature screamed, exactly like the woman who’s voice it had just used. Cory and Scott managed to get a peek at it. A large red reptile, with no eyes, spikes coming out of its back and tail, but what spooked Cory the most was the claws that looked like they could tear through metal with ease. “Fuck, run Cor!” Scott yelped as the creature began to chase them. They ran and ran through the twisting hallways of the site, hearing the screaming creature getting closer and closer to them. Cory screeched as he ran "Scott, what do we do?" “I *huff* got a plan,” The rotund man heaved. “Cover your ears!” The two MTF did just that as Scott launched a flashbang into the Reptile’s face, it let out a small yelp, and then a far louder one as- BANG

Despite the ear covering, Cory and Scott still felt their ears ringing like hell. “Augh, is it gone?” Cory groaned. “I think so, Man, shoulda scared it off for now,” Scott held his head. As Cory stumbled around, he got a glimpse at the end of the Hallway and at “UNI!” “Who?” The black dog-person at the end of the hall noticed Cory’s presence, smirked and then began to run down the halls of the Facility; the instance of 939 following closely behind. “Detective got everything she needed, you guys can head back to the front of the facility now… like right now,” Lara said over the radio “Crap, Scott you go; I gotta chase this guy down!” Cory began to run towards the dog with his gun in hand. Scott looked stunned for a minute, before tapping his microphone. “Cory spotted a member of the Serpent’s Hand, pursuing as we speak!" “Change of plans then, back him up Scott!” Triana ordered. “Hell yeah!”

Cory chased the dog into a dead end hallway. “Alright, nowhere to run now, Evil Uni,” Cory held up his gun. Evil Uni frowned “Evil? You’re the who nearly burnt this poor little guy!” The Reptile covered the part of its body where its face would be. “He tried to kill me!” Cory shouted. “Anyways, why did you cause this breach? So many lost lives for what?” The dog shrugged “We didn’t cause this, it just so happens to be a… lucky coincidence that I’m here,” “That is so totally a lie, I’m not gonna let you get away with hurting any more people,” “Ironic coming from a Jailor…” Evil Uni chuckled as he subtly reached into his pocket. “Gonna have to leave you here for now, get back to me if you ever wanna work for the good guys,” “You-” Cory suddenly broke into a coughing fit as black smoke filled the room. Evil Uni and the SCP were gone just as Scott arrived. “Dude, where did he go?” “I- I dunno he just… vanished,” “Shit,” Scott grumbled. “Well, that was a bust, let’s get you outta here dude,” “Yeah, let’s,” Cory groaned as he slowly walked out of the facility, leaning on Scott as he coughed from the smoke.

Triana ran up to him almost the instant he had stepped foot on grass. “Cory, did you manage to capture the Serpent’s Hand agent?” “No, but I managed to talk to him a little,” Triana grunted. “Dammit,” “What’d he say?” O’Connor quietly called out from behind the Lieutenant. “Ah, well he said that the Serpent’s Hand didn’t cause this breach… he’s probably ly-” “Interesting…” O’Connor mused. “My findings in the Site Director’s Office indicate that a large amount of money was embezzled from this site into something,” The detective began to pace around the area as the helicopter arrived to pick them up. “Whoever caused this has agents deep inside The Foundation, I’d watch your backs if I was you,”

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SCP Rewrite Season 2: Blue Key

“Alpha Strike, report to Professor Otis’ office immediately, I repeat, report to Otis’ office immediately!”

The PA system interrupted the overall good day that Cory (and by extension the rest of the gang, no one really liked Otis)

“I just started eating,” Scott sighed, looking down.

“Yeah, I need to finish third lunch!” Cory pouted.

“Doesn’t matter now, let’s head off everyone,” Triana said as she left the common room, the rest of the team trailed behind her as they all made their way to Otis’ office.

“This is gonna suck…” Lara grumbled.

Alpha Strike walked into the rather bare office, grouping up directly in front of the desk where Otis was sitting behind; tapping his desk nervously and squinting at the MTF when they all entered.

“Ah, hello the six of you,” Otis breathed out. “I know we haven’t been on… the best terms recently, but I need you to put that behind you,”

“We will, sir,” Triana sighed. “Right everyone?”

The rest of Alpha Strike half-heartedly nodded, or mumbled a form of the word “yes”.

Otis nodded too. “Good, I have a personal mission for you,” Otis placed a blue key on the table.

“Is that-”

“Yes it’s SCP 860!” Otis interrupted Hooper as he began to speak. “I am asking you to explore the dimension created by the key. Take the Micro HID Gun with you,”

“Why? I thought we got everything we needed from there awhile ago,” Scott turned his head curiously.

Otis sighed roughly. “We are seeing if there is any way to stun the creature within it, no more questions. Get to it,”

Cory raised his hand. “But-”

“Get to it!”

Cory sighed, Alpha Strike left the office as quickly as they had entered.

---

“Why is he so friggin’ mean…” Cory pouted, Hooper patted him on the back a little.

“Don’t feel too bad, he’s a dick to most’a us,” The Corporal reassured.

“He’s also sending us on a suicide mission,” Nikole said. “There’s that,”

Triana looked around her crew. “Yeah, this mission into 860-1 seems sketchy at best, and an assassination attempt at worse,”

“Eh, we’ll get through it,” Scott shrugged. “They actually put in the suggestions I made for the Micro HID Thingy, so it should be actually stable this time,”

“Hopefully, you’re the only guy who’s fun around here,” Nikole chuckled as she hit him on the back.

Cory pouted harder. “I’m fun!”

“Fun to laugh at, yeah,” Nikole chuckled before “Ow!”

Hooper jabbed her in the side.

“Jeez, fine I get it,”

The trip to the door that 860 opened didn’t take much longer, not factoring in the still relatively short wait to get the Micro HID into Scott’s hands.

---

Every member of Alpha Strike was standing in front of the door. Lara was sitting over a laptop.

“Alright, let’s head on in, get this over with,” Triana said as she put the key in the hole, opening the door. She lead each members of her team into the door ending with her-

“Hey, Tri,”

“Yeah honey?” Triana turned around to look at Lara.

The blue haired woman’s face scrunched into one of concern. “Stay safe in there, I know someone who was apart of the initial containment for this thing and it wasn’t pretty,”

“I will, Lara,” Triana nodded. “I love you,”

“Love you too, Tri,”

---

The team walked on into a large, dense forest. They found themselves in a large, dense forest with trees a hundred times taller than them. They found themselves on a dirt path stretching out in front of them.

“Alright, getting out of here shouldn’t be too hard,” Lara said. “Just move forward until you find another door,”

“Thanks Bluejay,” Triana said. “You heard her, let’s get moving, be on high alert so we don’t get jumped,”

“Yes ma’am!” Scott said as he readied the large gun in his hand.

Cory shivered and counted the twigs on the floor as the team began to move through the dark forest. The whole ordeal reminded him of the shadow guy incident, Micro HID that may or may not work this time included.

The team continued to walk through the path until they got to a fork in the roads.

Triana tapped her earpiece. “We’re at a crossroads, Bluejay, left or-”

“Right,” Lara affirmed. “This someone went right and escaped, so you probably will too,”

“Thanks,” Triana smiled. “You heard her, let’s go right,”

“Roger that!” Hooper affirmed.

“No, seriously who is Roger?”

The team quickly turned around to stare judgmentally at Cory, then turned around just as quickly to walk on the left path. The cobblestones were starting to make the anxious camera faced man’s feet hurt.

“Jeez, when’s this gonna be over? I wanna go home,” Cory mumbled.

“We all do, you just need to suck it up for now- AGH!”

Triana screeched as something pounced from the trees. A big cat made of purple wood with flesh sticking out of the cracks, and glowing yellow eyes that bored into Triana’s as it began to claw at her: chest, stomach and arms.

Triana groaned in pain as she began to kick the thing, Scott began to charge up the Micro as Nikole ran over to force the thing off.

“Dude, move I’m about to-”

“Give it a minute!” Nikole yelled as hit the Skip repeatedly on the back, it began to scream in pain too as it waved a claw at the Sergeant; Nikole managed only a scratch on her upper chest.

Triana grabbed the thing’s other arm and slammed it to the floor as she kicked herself to her feet.

“SCOTT, NOW!”

“I’m doing it!”

FWEEEEEEEEEEEEE

The creature writhed and writhed, like a cat restrained in barbed wire. Triana’s hold was firm, adrenaline was to thank for that, however.

“FUCK!” Triana shouted when the thing bit her arm, the pain forced her muscular arm off of the creature who jumped into the forest just us

BZZZZT

A patch of burnt, dead grass between the two women, and the complete lack of the creature. Leaves rustled as everyone slowly calmed down from the encounter.

“Goddammit!” Triana yelled raising her hand as- “Ow!”

Rest for awhile, LT, you look pretty fucked up,” Hooper patted Triana on the back, then quickly stopped doing that cause it made Triana wince.

“What happened? What the fuck happened, is everyone okay, hello? Hello?” Lara panicked over the radio, her voice filled with shrill anxiety.

“I-I’m… fine,” Triana winced. “We need to-”

“You literally just got attacked,” Nikole winced too as she covered the scratch on her chest. “We’ll patch this up, and we’ll keep moving, but you gotta stay behind us,”

“I-I shit…” Triana trailed off. “I guess we’ll have to rest, ack up here for a bit,”

Lara could be heard breathing in and out, desperately trying to calm herself down. “Tri, Tri are you alright?”

“I just got attacked, I-I’ll be fine, honey, just breathe,” Triana reassured, her voice shaky from the bleeding that Hooper had begun to patch up using some gauze.

“Okay, okay, that’s much better alright,” Lara let out a huge breath. “I mean, you being attacked is bad, but you’re still speaking, so it’s not too bad?”

“Skip dinked ya up bad, huh?” Hooper mumbled to himself as he wrapped up the bite mark.

“Oh jeez really? I uh… shit shit shit,” Lara mumbled.

“Hoop, quit giving Lara a heart attack,” Nikole sighed as she quickly patched up her own wound. “I’ll go get blondie to unfreeze-”

“I’m fine,” Cory mumbled. “Let’s just uh… get this done as soon as possible,”

“Agreed,” Triana grimaced as she slowly got up from the floor, Hooper quickly offered his shoulder as support.

“You really alright, Cory? You look a bit shaken up is all,” Hooper asked, concern evident in his soft tone.

“Yeah, I’m just shaken up,” Cory let out a breath. “Ready to keep going,”

“That’s good,” Scott smiled as he carried the Micro. “Anyways, for some good news this thing still has another charge, we might still be able to catch this thing,”

“Alright that’s good, we’ll need a way to lure that thing out though,” Triana said. “It’s skiddish, so we’ll fuck need a way to keep it occupied,”

“Before you ask… no, I am not being bait for-”

“I’ll do it,” Nikole interrupted Cory as she raised her hand. “It’ll wanna go after me anyway, got the feeling it’s pissy with me after we showed it its place,”

Triana let out a wheezy chuckle. “Makes sense to me, let’s get to it,”

Cory breathed a sigh of relief, he (probably) wasn’t gonna get scratched by this weird cat thingy!

---

Nikole stood in the middle of a patch of the forest, everyone else was out of sight. She lightly moved the bandage around her upper chest to let the smell of blood enter the air.

“Come outta here you weird cat thing, you don’t have the balls!” Nikole mumbled after she took a swig from her flask, an extremely important part of the plan according to her.

Rrrrrrrr…

Growling, it was in the woods… lying in wait for the perfect chance to pounce.

The prey was practically presenting itself to it, it was almost too good to be true for the creature. The intruder would be annihilated and the rest would leave; all it needed to do was pounced-

BZZZZZZT

It roared in midair as it fell to the ground, electric pain throughout its whole body.

“Wooooo!” Scott cheered as he lowered the Gun. “We gottem!”

“Don’t celebrate too soon, now we gotta carry it out,” Hooper said. “Lara, tell the higher ups that we incapacitated the Skip,”

“Will do, Hoop,” Lara said. “Just get out of there ASAP, I-I’m not super comfy with Tri being in there is all,”

“I’ll live, honey,” Triana sighed. “Just a couple days in the medical wing is all,”

“Hopefully,” Lara chuckled uncomfortably.

“Woooooooooo! We’re the fucken’ winners tonight!” Nikole waved her arms as she stepped around the forest.

“Welp, everyone’s either injured or drunk, you gotta help me carry this thing, Cory,” Hooper said with his hands wrapped around the wrist of the creature.

“Do I have to?” Cory puffed his cheeks.

“Well, considerin’ that Triana’s too injured, and Nik’s too drunk… I’m kinda your boss,” Hooper chuckled. “So yeah, you have to,”

“Ugh, I should’ve stayed in accounting…” Cory pouted as he lazily stomped his way over to the incapacitated creature.

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Newscapepro SCP Rewrite Season 2: Alpha Strike

“Alright, are we all ready for our first mission as Alpha Strike?” Triana said to the rest of her team, all of which (Excluding Lara, obviously) were in the same helicopter as her. All wearing the, in Cory’s humble opinion far better looking green uniforms, including the bullet proof vest with each individual soldier’s insignia posted on their chest.

“I’ve been ready since we got back to base,” Hooper chuckled.

“Course I’ve been ready, these uniforms are sick!” Scott laughed.

“Yeah,” Cory nodded. “I look really good in green,”

Nikole didn’t speak, she just kinda crossed her arms and waited to land, uninterested as ever.

“Good enough, we’ll be attempting to recontain SCP-280. Use the flashlights provided to you to move it into an area that can inhibit it’s movement,” Lara cleared her throat. “Scott, you will use the experimental Micro HID Canon to stun it for a longer period of time,”

“Sounds good LT!” Scott chuckled.

“Glad you’re confident, cause we’re landing soon; everyone else ready?”

Everyone else affirmed, pulling out the flashlights, the brightness on them was enough to blind someone, and hopefully to do whatever it was supposed to do to this Skip. Admittedly Cory wasn’t paying much attention when Triana was explaining what it was. He didn’t have much time to ask anyway as they were landing in a forest. A forest with tall, dark trees that made the ground appear nearly black. Cory felt a small shiver go up his spine as he looked at it.

“Whaddaya scared, Cory?” Hooper slapped the man on the back, Scott and Nikole both chuckled.

“N-No! Maybe…” Cory mumbled as he held out his flashlight like a gun, sweat dripping down his forehead.

“You’ll be fine, Cory,” Triana reassured. “I’ve gotten you out of worse,”

Nikole cleared her throat. “We’ve gotten him through worse,”

“Yes, yes, let’s get moving now,” Triana tapped her headset. “Any signs of the Skip, Bluejay?”

“Flying a drone above the area now, I’ll let you know when I see it,”

“So uh… what’s this thing look like?” Cory asked as the team of 5 began to walk through the forest.

“Cory, were you listening during the briefing?” Triana sounded somehow both defeated and like she had the pent up frustration to tear down one of these trees.

“Uh…”

“It’s a pair of white eyes and some shadowy stuff!” Scott interrupted. “If you see some white eyes just flash your light at it so I can zap ‘em!” Scott chuckled as he slowly lifted up the incredibly heavy looking railgun.

“Thanks Scott!”

“Y’want help with that?” Hooper asked.

“I’m a big guy, I can carry it dude,” Scott chuckled reassuringly.

Nikole chuckled too. “True on that first part,” The two chuckled together.

Cory silently counted the trees in front of him, and glanced to the ground and the drone above him as his team walked through the forest, flashing their lights around the forest to see, the sound of bats above him kept him on edge as he-

Woosh

Wooshing sounds, wooshing sounds, wooshing sounds. Cory felt his blood go cold, the rest of the team felt it too, though to a lesser extent.

“Behind you, behind you, I can see it!” Lara exclaimed, the whole team turned around and flashed their lights at the pair of white pinpricks like eyes, held within a pitch black smoke within the illuminated part of the forest.

“We got it, Scott, now!” Triana ordered, Scott smiled widely as the canon slowly charged up, electricity surrounding the barrel as the shadowy creature was practically immobile from the amount of light on it, the charging sure was taking awhile though, the creature began to slowly move back.

“What’s taking so long?” Nikole shouted.

“I-It’s not firin-”

POOM

The gun exploded, a good chunk of the forest was shrouded in blinding white light. Every single MTF was launched onto the ground, they all groaned in pain as the light subsided, and the creature was gone.

“Alpha Strike, Alpha- fuck it, guys what happened?” Lara yelped over the radio. “My drone’s disabled, what did you do?”

“We *cough* we’re fine,” Triana said as she slowly got up. “The-”

“Oh shit!” Scott shouted, clicking on his flashlight only to notice that it wouldn’t turn on, no matter what he did. He took out the battery from the back which had completely exploded.

“The fucken’ gun exploded!” Nikole shouted, sounding as defeated as she did panicked. “And it blew up all the batteries, and now we’re gonna fucken’ die cause that fucken’ Kraut couldn’t bother to-”

“Nikole, calm the fuck down,” Triana calmly spoke over the older woman, hiding her own panic as Nikole let out a sigh of anger “The Micro HID Cannon didn’t fire properly, the batteries for our flashlights have been destroyed alongside the…” Triana looked at the cannon to assess the damages, only the part of the gun holding the energy core was damaged, the core, and the casing around it exploded and charred.

“Tri, the what?”

“The Canon’s core exploded,”

“Okay, okay it’s not as bad as I thought,” Lara breathed in and out. “Holy shit that was bad, there should be extra batteries and a spare core at the helicopter,”

“Great, Scott can you repair the Micro HID Cannon?”

“That’s uh…” Scott was breathing in and out to calm himself down. “Like, my entire job; hopefully I can,”

Hooper had seemingly calmed down pretty quickly. “What about us?”

Cory completely zoned out, utter panic on his features as he stood like a deer in headlights; not paying attention to a word of what Triana was saying as the blinding light and the events leading up to it flashed in his mind-

“Cory!” Triana shouted.

“Agh! What? What is it?”

“I- we’re going back to the helicopter to get batteries,” Triana explained. “Move!”

“Yes ma’am,”

The five ran through the forest, attempting to ignore the fwooshing around them, or the smoke in the corner of their eyes, or the white pinpricks they’d see alongside it, or the-

“Agh, it’s got me!”

Cory turned towards Scott being attacked, held down by the smokey creature. Panic set into him as the rest of his team desperately clicked their flashlights to no effect.

“Fuck fuck!” Triana yelled.

“No, nononononono!” Cory slapped the side of his head in panic, desperately trying to calm himself down-

FLICK

A light shone onto the shadow man, he slowly moved away from the Armorer, covering its eyes as it slowly backed away.

“Holy shit,” Scott was breathing heavily, panic and exhaustion evident in his voice. “You save me, man,”

“I… did?” The panic hadn’t worn off yet, Cory was still counting the trees he could see.

“Your eye er… lens is glowing, Cory,” Hooper announced.

“Yeah, forgot you had a camera for a face for a minute there,”

“Oh my God, I… saved you!” A huge smile grew on Cory’s face, he hadn’t failed somone, he hadn’t failed someone!

“This is great!” Lara sounded just as excited. “Now all Scott has to do is repair the Micro and we can go back to base,”

“Yeah Cory, you saved this mission,” Triana patted him on the back. “And Scott’s life,”

“Enough talkin, we’re burnin’ daylight here,” Hooper said.

“Of course, let’s get moving; someone guide Cory through the forest,” Triana ordered

Hooper grabbed Cory by the wrist and gently led him out of the forest, Cory felt his heartrate speed up (from the adrenaline of saving Scott’s life, of course)

Back at the helicopter, sooner than Cory thought they’d be. The shadow creature was long gone.

“Scott, get repairing the Micro HID Cannon,” Triana ordered, handing the man the glowing blue mass, encased in steel cage.

“On it, I’ll try to see what went wrong with it,” Scott said as he crouched down with the broken gun, a toolbox and welding equipment. He quickly got to work putting the core into place and welding the outer shell together.

Cory turned around, his lens light shining onto the man.

“Do you know how to turn that off?” Nikole asked.

“Uh… lemme just,” He slapped the side of his head again, the light turned off. “...I do!”

“Great, I’ll have this done in a jiffy!” Scott smiled under the welding mask. “Also I’m pretty sure I know what was wrong with it; the steel holding the energy core wasn’t thick enough,”

“What?” Triana sounded pissed, most than she usually did. “That is… incredibly irresponsible of The Foundation to give us a faulty prototype,”

“Hey, big Tri, standin’ up to The Foundation n’ all that,” Nikole chuckled.

Triana nodded. “I’ll be having a talk with the higher ups after this… especially Otis,”

“Right, it is his prototype,” Hooper said.

“That guy gives me the creeps,” Nikole shuddered at the thought of the Professor. “He’s just-”

“It’s back!” Cory shouted as he slapped the side of his head, the shadow creature that began to bolt towards him had been stopped in its tracks. “Gotcha!”

“Shit, are repairs finished, Scott?”

“All done, ready to lock n’ load!” Scott laughed semi-maniacal as he aimed the massive gun at the creature, it began to rev up and rev up, the tip of the barrel glowing blue before-

BZZZZZZZZZZT

The beam, a light blue combination of electricity and light hit the shadow, sending the smoky mist to the floor, completely incapacitated; a first for any recontainment op.

“Hell yeah!” Triana raised her hands in celebration, the rest of the team followed suit, Cory continuing to stare down the creature.

“From that I assume that shadow boy is dealt with,” Lara chuckled over the comms.

“You bet your ass it is, never doubted you Cory!” Nikole patted the man on the back.

“You said we were gonna die like 10 minutes ago,”

“I was jokin… let’s get this thing in the helicopter and go home,”

And so they did, Alpha Strike’s first mission was a stunning success, even with the mild hiccups it had.

---

Professor Otis sat in his office, tapping his fingers uncomfortably on the paperwork sitting on the table in front of him, he groaned as he readjusted his hat, his tie, every part of his clothes until-

“Professor Otis, what the hell?” Triana burst open the door, putting her hands on the desk. The man jumped a little in his seat as she entered.

“Lieutenant, what are you doing here?” Otis asked, a look of offense and annoyance in his eyes. “I am incredibly busy-”

“I don’t care,” Triana deadpanned. “You gave my team a faulty prototype, I would’ve liked to know about the fuel container’s faults beforehand,”

“We didn’t know, we-”

“Then you should’ve tested it more, your incompetence nearly jeopardised the entire mission,”

“Are you here to insult me, or are you here to talk about something useful?” The man sounded angrier. “As Alpha Strike you should understand that your job entails more risks than the average Mobile Task Force,”

“I understand, but I would like for unnecessary risks to be removed from the equation,”

“And I did what I could, anything else like this and I will have you court martialed,” A small smirk formed on his face for a second before going back to his normal scowl.

Triana grumbled. “I hope for your job that you did, I’ll be going now, Professor,”

Triana left the room.

“Good riddance,” Otis grumbled under his breath.

Saving this for when Ao3 comes back up

Newscapepro SCP UnLondon 2: Hell Underwater

The team was sitting in the auditorium, General Flooper, and a man with short, well kept black hair in a nice suit complete with a bowler hat were standing upon the stage.

“This is Professor Otis, he’s a long time veteran of the European branch of The Foundation,” Flooper explained. “He’s here to assist us with the fixing of the recent breaches,”

“Danke, General,” The man stepped forward, talking quietly into the microphone. “I am… developing a weapon to more easily deal with the Skips without damaging them,”

Nikole whispered to the blonde to her side. “I heard of this thing ‘round the water cooler,”

“Shut up!” Triana whisper yelled at the older woman, who crossed her arms grumpily.

“Thank you, Otis; please give him a warm welcome to the Facility,” Flooper said. “A prototype of this weapon will be present in our return to UnLondon; head to the helicopter now, troops,”

And so there the team was, getting into a helicopter that soon began to fly from the US to England preparing to land at UnLondon again.

“Alright, we know that the Serpent’s Hand is in there; we’ll easily be able to surround them and force them to surrender,” Triana said

“Finally, somethin’ easy,” Nikole smirked.

Cory shifted in his seat a little. “I’m still pretty unsure about going back there… y’know cause that… guy I won’t mention kinda kidnapped me,”

“You were fine, right Cory?” Hooper asked, mostly jokingly with the smallest hint of concern.

Cory shuddered. “You wouldn’t believe the things I saw in there…”

“It was an empty room, and the… guy didn’t even try to stop Bigfoot from saving you,” Nikole rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, well it was still sucky!” Cory crossed his arms.

The helicopter landed in front of the entrance to the Skip shortly after; they quickly entered back into the gloomy city streets they had spent an unfortunate amount of time in.

“Alright, you all know exactly where the Serpent’s Hand base is, place is already surrounded we’re just here to make sure it stays that way,” Lara said over the radio. “Should be an easy mission,”

“Have all instances of SCP-1678 within this area been neutralised?” Triana asked.

“Pretty much, unless you really stray away from the group, *ahem* Nikole and Tri,”

“Wasn’t our fault these three ran in the wrong direction,” Nikole groaned.

“Yeah, Bluejay; we’re the ones that ended up actually finding anything,”

Despite the fact they couldn’t see her, the team could feel Lara rolling her eyes. “You still nearly got yourselves killed, I don’t wanna hear it,” She cleared her throat. “Anyways, just stick together, and uh… Tri,” Her tone got far more serious.

“Yeah Blue… yeah Honey?”

“Stay safe, alright? Losing comms kinda caused me a bit of a panic attack…” Lara chuckled uncomfortably.

Nikole smirked to herself as Triana also chuckled uncomfortably. “I will, don’t worry,”

“Phew… that goes for the rest of you, I know the autism makes it hard to tell, but I do actually like you guys,”

“I thought you only liked Triana,” Scott smirked… then got jabbed in the stomach by Triana.

Lara paused. “Shut up… moment’s over, just go to the place where all the other MTF are,”

Cory pouted. “Awww…”

“There’ll be more moments, Cory,” Hooper patted the man on the back.

“HALT, CRIMINAL!” The entire team all aimed at the alleyway where the now all too familiar sound of the Bobbies’ yelling came from, the two Officers began to rush them before-

BZZZT

A beautiful, yet terrifying blast of light and electricity came from behind the Bobbies; sending both of the Skips falling to the ground completely stunned.

The six stood there, equally stunned as the twitching mummified men on the ground.

“You’re welcome,” The MTF that fired the futuristic gun; closer to small canon than any gun the other MTF had seen. “This thing has been real good at dealing with these coppers,”

“Thanks…” Triana looked at the insignia on the soldier’s chest. “Sergeant, what are your orders?”

“We’re patrollin’, a lot less scary recently,”

Scott was ogling the gun. “Goddamn, how does that thing work?”

“I uh… don’t know, you probably shouldn’t be looking that close at it, sir,”

“Nah, I’m a Weapon’s Expert,” Scott confidently said. “I gotta get my hands on one of these,”

“You can just like… ask the General on your next mission,”

“What happens when it hits a person?”

“Let’s never find out, Scott,” Triana heaved a bit as she pulled the big guy away from the gun. “Let’s get back to the mission,”

“Aww…” Scott looked down for a minute, before going back to following Triana walking towards the Radio Tower in the distance.

“If it helps at all, I also wanna disassemble it,” Nikole patted the guy in the back.

“You prolly wanna try to put it in that flask o’ yours,” Hooper added, Lara chuckled over the radio.

Nikole pouted. “I mean you’re right, but like… that’s just kinda rude,”

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“Doc, doc, doc!” A Serpent’s Hand member yelled as he ran to the basement of the tower, Evil Uni sat near the bottom.

“Jesus, settle down,” The dog man tried to wave the grunt’s fear away, spinning around on an office chair to face him. “What’s wrong?”

“The Foundation! Th-they have us surrounded!”

Duni sat there for a moment, pondering in thought. “Nothing to worry about, we’ll be out of here in no time,”

“How? They have the-”

Duni hit a button and opened up a secret hatch, leading to a submarine underwater.

“Impressed? We stole this bad boy from The Foundation,” Duni invited the man in. “This will only be a minor setback in our plans,”

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“This feels… too easy,” Cory shuddered, counting the streetlamps in his head as his team got to the outside of the tower.

“That’s a good thing, Cory,” Triana turned to face the Private.

“These Serpent’s Hand guys are super crafty, we aren’t just gonna be able to get them out of there,” Cory said. “We gotta go in there,”

“We don’t have the authorisation; we need to wait until reinforcements arrive,” Triana ordered.

Hooper butted in. “Yeah, Cory; we shouldn’t go in ‘till we got more people to back us up,”

“Oh, screw that,” Cory ran towards the front door. “I’m not gonna let these guys kill any more people,” He bolted into the building as fast as he could.

“CORY!” Triana reached out to him.

“Holy shit, the kid did it… whatever that was,” Nikole looked at the door with a mix of pride and shock.

“So are we goin’ in after him?” Scott asked.

“No,” Lara sighed. “We’d need to wait for reinforcements to do anything,”

“Goddammit,” Hooper sighed. “I’ll go after him,”

“Wha?”

“Don’t worry about it LT, I just gotta do this; we’ll be safe,”

“Hooper, I am ordering you to-”

“And I’m refusin’, see ya soon Lieutenant,” Hooper ran into the building.

---

Cory instantly noticed the lack of Serpent’s Hand members, not even a single grunt was in there-

“Cory!”

“Agh!” Cory jumped backwards as he heard the familiar Southern accent of his friend. “Hoop? I thought you were staying behind,”

“You’re gonna need backup, Cory,” Hooper explained as he helped Cory get up from the floor. “No one’s in here,”

Cory looked lost in thought for a moment… “The basement! What if they have like… a submarine in there!”

“Cory, that sounds like a trauma response… and like a real bad idea,”

Cory lead Hooper by his wrist to the basement. “You just gotta trust me, Hoop!”

Cory and Hooper looked into the basement, seeing the secret hatch which lead to the secret room with the-

“Submarine!” Cory whispered to the Corporal.

“How are we gonna get on?”

Cory’s eyes looked over a large crate, he then looked Hooper in the eyes.

“Cory-”

“It’s our only choice, Hoop,” Cory smiled.

They shoved themselves into the crate soon after, probably the absolute worst fit considering that they were two grown men; they soon heard two people walk towards them and pick up the crate.

“God, this thing is way heavier than I thought,”

“What do they got in here, bricks?”

“Anomalies?”

“Anomalous bricks?”

The men’s conversation finished as they dumped the box on the cold metal floor; the two waited until all the sounds of chatter, and walking were far away enough; they quickly opened up the box and stood up in the cramped metal storage room of the submarine; shiny yet dark and with dozens boxes stacked utop each other.

“I’ll be damned, Cory, that actually worked,” Hooper whispered.

Cory scoffed. “Of course it did, now we gotta… uh…”

“Did you seriously not think this far ahead?”

Cory looked down. “Maybe… I uh… didn’t think we’d get this far,”

“Goddam-”

“Halt Jailers, put your hands up!” The shout from the two Serpent’s Hand grunts caused the two men to comply.

“Aw crap,”

The black dog man sauntered in looking as smug as ever he eyed up Cory with a smirk on his face. “There you are, finally deciding to defect to the good side, huh?”

“Never!”

The dog sighed. “Pity, thought you and… whoever this is finally grew a conscious-”

RUMBLE

“I- what the hell is going on over there?” Duni shouted over in the general direction of the cockpit, his voice sounding more shaken than before considering the sheer force of the rumbling. Cory nearly vomited from the motion sickness.

“Something is swimming around us, Doc! Like a big ass snake,”

“Y-You don’t mean… oh fuck… oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” The Dog began to pace around the room, the two grunts to his side looked at him in concern as did Cory and Hooper.

“What’s goin’ on?” Hooper shouted.

“What’s going on is that we’re gonna die here; that was the Leviathan,” Duni’s voice shrank to a size even smaller than before as the man continued to pace.

Hooper quirked an eyebrow. “SCP-169?”

“I suppose that’s what you jailers call it,”

“I thought the Serpent’s Hand wanted to harness the power of all anomalies, why don’t you-”

“Fucking what?” The dog, through the haze of fear still managed to sound genuinely offended. “How much bullshit have you been fed?”

RUMBLE

The rumbling of the ship made nearly everyone fall over alongside some boxes that Cory and Hooper quickly rolled out of the way of.

“It don’t matter right now if we all end up at the bottom of the Ocean, we gotta-”

RUMBLE

This was the last rumble, the last thing Cory remembered before everything went black.

Ao3 is down so I'm reposting so that I have it later when it comes back up. :DDDD I've missed Newscapepro shit.

New story… sigh…

Omg this is perfect. I’m stealing this idea for my story.

This ''probably'' won't lead anywhere.

Goodness, not at aaaaaalllllllll

But what if Nightmare has to eat more apples to become fully corrupted, be that due to the apples not being as potent as thought, or Nightmare having natural resistance due to being the guardian of negative emotions.

......ooooor maybe he's slowly ate bits and pieces of the apples to eventually build enough tolerance to control the corruption. Hmmmmmm

Okay the second one resonates with me. I had started to write a fantasy book that was supposed to have a war, a disaster, and a REALLY serious plotline.

...

It's now a toxic romance book. The two main characters are only together because of a rumor, images, and manipulation.

Starr(technically a victim but can stop it anytime he wanted to(he's a VERY powerful mage)) is TERRIFIED of Malcolm(the 'abuser' who gets stuck in the relationship too(he is a bully who uses his fist but after they 'get together' he never raises a hand against Starr for any reason. He was taught that an alpha who beats his partner deserves nothing but death)).

Malcolm starts treating Starr better but not really. In the end they have to work together to stop an evil sorcerer and get stuck as a couple.

I feel like some people need to relearn Genre Expectations... "Man, this tragedy sucks!!! Why didn't they just do XYZ, then everything could have ended happily!!" well, then it wouldn't be a tragedy, would it. "Man, this lighthearted teen romcom is terrible, it's so sappy and unrealistic!!" Well, yeah. If it had been gritty and dark, it wouldn't have been a lighthearted romcom, would it. Is the writing actually bad or are you just trying to order a milkshake from a Home Depot

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I might use this. Oh my god. I’m going to use this for my Damian and Tim time travel thing.

Red Hood comes back and everything's the same except Bruce doesn't realise that while Jason's still pissed at him, it's more of a familial feud than it is a genuine casting himself away from the family forever. Jason's under the impression that what's going on between him and B is just normal teenage rebellion- after all, Dick basically did the same shit when they were younger, he remembers sitting on top of the stairs and listening to the arguments, hell he remembers eating popcorn while stood in the middle of a couple of them. they're a family of fucked up vigilantes, it makes sense to him that their father-son brawls are just as dramatic as the rest of their lives.

after the rooftop showdown where Bruce saves the Joker he gets into the batmobile, slightly depressed that he has to go back home and tell Alfred that he failed oh so spectacularly at convincing Jason to come home and probably actually made things a 100% worse and oh god when he finds out about the batarang-

Red Hood opens the passenger door and gets into the car

Jason: jesus christ B are you THAT fucking stubborn? YOU ALMOST DECAPITATED ME WITH THAT THING

Bruce:

Jason: whatever. actually, don't fucking talk to me. I'm not continuing this until next patrol where trust me I WILL be shooting you in the neck.

Bruce: ...w-

Jason: CAN YOU HURRY UP AND FUCKING DRIVE ALREADY? Jesus it's fucking freezing out and the heater isn't even on!

Bruce has absolutely no fucking clue what's going on. He continues to stare in the very rare Batman Bafflement that only his kids have ever managed to get out of him.

Is Jason... coming home with him?

He's so shocked at the sudden turn of events, so scared of flinching slightly in the wrong direction and ruining whatever the fuck convinced his son to actually get in the car with him, that he decides in a moment of pure panic to not question it. He turns the car on, silently turns on the heater, and proceeds to white knuckle the steering wheel and stiffly drive back to the manor, terrified that even breathing too loud will disrupt the way the Red Hood is spitefully messing with the radio station until it's playing Bruce's least favourite station at a way-too-loud volume.

when they get home Jason flips Bruce off and goes straight to the kitchen, dishing himself up some food from the dinner table with a couple of casual greeting grunts as if everyone isn't staring at him in shock and awe. Bruce comes in behind him and shrugs helplessly. Dick's face has gone white, and he's clutching his glass so hard it's started to splinter in his hands. Tim's the only person who manages to get past it all, blinking up at Jason's massive hulking frame.

Tim: I thought you hated us now

Jason: *eating, gives a questioning hum*

Tim: you keep fighting with Batman

Jason: yeah, fuck batman. I'm so pissed at him right now

Bruce: h-

Jason: Shut the fuck up I'm still mad at you.

Jason, to Tim: it's family tradition to hate Bruce and strike out on your own. Doesn't mean I shouldn't be allowed Alfie's impeccable cooking.

Tim:

Tim: ...you also tried to kill me

Jason: you replaced me as Robin. an attempt on your life is also family tradition. Dick tried to kill me a month after I took up the mantle

Tim:

Dick, so exasperated it breaks him out of his shock: oh come on, it was not a murder attempt-

Jason, slamming his fist on the table: I HAVE A PEANUT ALLERGY AND YOU TRIED TO FEED ME A SNICKERS BAR!

Dick: FOR THE LAST TIME I DIDN'T KNOW-

Bruce, desperate: boys-

Jason, whirling around: WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT TALKING TO ME?

Bruce:

Jason: oh that reminds me. hey Alfred? guess what B did like twenty minutes ago.

Alfred: ..?

Bruce: Jaylad please-

Jason: he threw a batarang at my neck.

Alfred:

Bruce:

Alfred: master Bruce-

Bruce quite honestly would have preferred it if Jason was a villain instead of a rebellious teen.

Their relationship perfecttly.

take the stage, roll the dice. what could go wrong? [ @gravitysketches @z3r0luvsu ]

Just-just ues.

Branzy is not some innocent waif by any means, but I feel like everyone misunderstands the ways in which he matches Clown’s freak. Particularly, they want to subvert what they view as the architypical dynamic between Branzy and Clown without any real regard to how Branzy's personality actually meshes with Clown's. They recognize that Clown’s intimidation of Branzy is surface level, but don’t seem to grasp what’s going on below that to give Branzy his own edge over Clown.

Branzy is a homicidal maniac in his own right, and certainly has aspirations of being the kind of murder machine that Clown is, but he just does not have the fighting skill to back it up, nor was he a particularly skilled engineer when he first joined Lifesteal. At his core, Branzy is a coward. He gravitates towards whichever player or team he thinks is going to protect him, and he'll stroke their ego to get in their good graces. He gets by on his charisma and charm.

Clown, despite having a clear advantage over Branzy, still frequently comes across as uncomfortable with Branzy's attention, while also craving it and seeking it out. He's also a deeply reserved individual. Even when he's emoting he's still very quiet and even tempered. He plays his cards close to his chest. He's a loner. He has his reputation in part because he's unreadable and intimidating. He was coming off of a season where he hadn't died a single time. He’s an unstoppable force without an immovable object.

So here's the scenario: You're a stoic assassin. Usually you like to work alone. Other people slow you down. But you want revenge and you want to execute it in a particular manner that just happens to be outside of your wheelhouse. You have to team up with someone, and it just so happens you know someone with passable talent and a common enemy. You can tell he's afraid of you, and he should be, because he can't even beat Spepticle in a fight, how would he ever take on you?

But he's also... strangely affectionate. You box him in and he lets you, even as he's shaking with fright. You flirt and he flirts back. You're used to letting your reputation speak for itself, but here he is singing your praises to anyone who will listen. He puts all the credit for the collaboration on you, and downplays his own contribution. He sticks around even after you've exacted your revenge, and he still has nothing but good things to say about you, no matter how much you push and prod and scare and tease.

The fundamental difference between Branzy and Clown is vulnerability. Branzy has had no choice but to embrace his, while Clown has done everything in his power to excise it from himself entirely. Branzy allows himself to have big emotions and Clown barely speaks above a whisper at any given moment. When it comes to a fight, of course there isn’t much that can scare Minecraft’s Deadliest Assassin. But Clown has no idea how to navigate emotions, while emotions are Branzy’s greatest asset. People relate to Branzy, they trust him, and he uses it to manipulate them right into their traps. He can trick others’ emotionally as easily as Clown can cut them down with his sword. His relationship with Clown was made on the foundation of betrayal; he sacrificed his alliance with Vitalasy for Clown's protection. It was more important to him to stay on Clown's good side than remain loyal to his previous team, and this is because he felt, with 100% certainty, that Clown offered him more than Vitalasy did. And Vitalasy never saw it coming. 

That’s what makes Branzy so terrifying to Clown. Because he trusts Branzy. He lets his guard down around Branzy. He lets himself be vulnerable with Branzy. What if Branzy’s just manipulating him too? Or worse. 

What if he’s not?

I’m so fucki tired it isn’t even funny lmao. It’s 65F outside but the AC’s on and it’s barely cold enough for me to drink without overheating :)

When Arrox learned that humans were on world he expected liars, smugglers, murderers, or worse. He wasn’t expecting a pair of generally kind hearted beings.

Mahl, as one of the humans-the one with golden hair and eyes the color of the Gaien sky- insisted on being called, is a doctor. He helps, again and again and again. He never turns anyone down, dirtying his hands with the blood of people who can’t pay and instead taking favors or small tasks.

Ivan, the human with silver colored hair and green eyes, is something called a ‘veteran’. He steps between beings and their would-be attackers constantly. He looms behind kind elders who are often taken advantage of.

The pair are well liked, even more so when word gets out that the Gaien government is going to be sending aide to a planet a system away. The two disappear with smiles goodbyes, promises of souvenirs, and reminders of keeping safe.

The humans said "We sent our very best to the stars."

Well we looked at what they sent: And thought, if that's their best, what are their worst like? They were scavengers and opportunists, fast talking con artists, barely restrained psychopaths with mayhem on their mind.

Honestly we were expecting the worst: That 'human' would be a curse word, that we'd have to root them out painfully and banish them back to their dirty heavy world.

But they cleaned up Antichor. They dredged the oceans, got the ecosystem back up, cleaned the mine lakes, remediated the sludge swamps, turned the hulks into gleaming ingots.

"We knew how. We had the experience." They said.

The humans started showing up in the weirdest places. Conflicts of all sorts... and they always had questions. "Why are you doing this? What if tehy did this. What if you did that?" And it was so odd - Within weeks of the Humans showing up, common ground would be found, or reasons to get along would appear.

"Well, we're used to it. We know how to deal with conflict." They said.

And the human liars, dressed in bedazzling clothes, singing and laughing... They spun lies! For entertainment! Of better worlds, and drama, of excitement, of adventure. Thay made such spectacles - Fire in the sky of a thousand colours - smoke and lasers, costumes and music, feats of synchronised movement the Civil Worlds had barely imagined could be performed by any being let lone these strange humans...

"We know how to have a good time!" They said.

When there was a nasty little war of expansion over on the Veran worlds, we thought we'd be barely in time to document the mass graves and the scraps of planetary genocide. Expansion wars are the worst of crimes but what can you do? The settlers who are squatting on the graves of the people who came before aren't usually the ones who ordered the invasion or carried it out. And there's always some justification that can be argued over for centuries: none of which brings the dead back.

We were horrified to find the Human fleet there. Finally proof that the Humans were the worst sort of mercenary.

But the ships had aid: Shelters and food. Medical personnel. And those that did fight did so under strange rules that allowed for surrenders and retreats in good faith.

The Verans talked of the Arnath Invasion fleet: Unstoppable, claiming thier worlds before they even landed, their leaders ranting and cursing those who lived there - But then the Humans arriving like heroes of legend, in flame clad dropships, spending their lives hard, making the Arnath throw incredible effort to get nowhere... Of the mighty Rangers, each one a hero. The Bulwark infantry who wouldn't yield a single step until the civilians had been evacuated. The Medical teams as caring as any, who'd stand and fight as hard as a soldier to protect their patients.

And even before we arrived, the Arnath were losing - Humans arriving on their world and asking "Why?". Arguing with the Archons with the skill of philosophers, litigating on behalf of the Verans with cunning arguments. The clowns and entertainers with unexpected savagery, showing the population their own "heroic" soldiers burning crops and firing on children, turning the population against thier bloody handed leaders.

The soldiers returning, not hailed as heroes, their crimes documented.

"We know these crimes. We won't stand for them." The humans said.

And we started to wonder... what else did they know?

What we know now is... you can always ask the Humans, because they always send their best.

So I'm thinking of writing a EMpires Hero Villain AU. Can I use this as a refrence? I'm thinking something along these lines for a scene. Is that okay @rhapsoddity?

Then why are you trembling?~

Just reposting to save it when I switch devices lol

VIGILANTE SHERIFF AU MASTERLIST

Apparently, Tumblr is being crummy on mobile so I need a in-site masterlist as well now! The google doc will be updated before the tumblr one, but I'll try and stay on top of both of these!

This masterlist will only cover the main plot, please check the google doc if you want character details, refs, ect!

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Pre-main plot animatic, Fwhip and Jimmy’s breakup

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Cuteguy Arc

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It’s one of the ways that people could recognize a Jedi at one point in time. If a Torguta came to a planet that noticeably lacks them and speaks in multiple of their languages, it’s more than likely a Jedi. If a Jedi steps on world people know not to shit-talk because they can probably understand and plenty of people have learned what saying things about a Padawan in front of their master results in.

So you guys know how the Jedi Order is filled with people from pretty much every world and species? Think about all the unique cultural things the Jedi would practice simply because the Order is basically a giant melting pot.

A Kalikori made out of Akul teeth, passed down through a lineage and carved in multiple different styles to represent the cultures of each of the lineage members.

Different Jedi taking inspiration for their cultural face tattoos from their Togruta master's lekku or their friends' facial tattoos or the designs on a Council member's cultural headdress.

Recipes that are fusion foods made of like five different cultural dishes because a group of friends all got drunk together, got the munchies, and fucked around in the kitchen until something tasted good.

Like, just everyone sharing their cultures with each other and then people adapting their cultures based on their lineages and the shared culture in the Order, shared culture being a form of expressing love and adopting someone into the Order/a lineage.

Obviously there would be things that are off limits and permission would have to be given and the Jedi would probably emphasize learning the culture before ever adapting it, but I just think that after thousands of years their would be a lot of shared culture among the Jedi.

Oh, and languages! With how many languages are probably spoken in the Order, I wouldn't be surprised if the Jedi basically spoke bastardized versions of every language mashed together---it'd probably be an always moving/changing/evolving thing that no one but the Jedi can understand because the Jedi use the Force to bridge any gaps there might be in someone's understanding.

A lot of words and phrases would be taken from Dai Bendu, just because it's my personal headcanon that the Jedi still speak it, but then it would branch out from there into Twi'leki and Togruti and Durese and everything else all mixed together.

I just...I love the idea of the Jedi having a mixed culture that reflects the diversity of the Order.

Nothing to add, I just think thsi is hilarious and true.

the Star Wars fandom makes a lot of jokes about Din Djarin not knowing anything about Star Wars and dating Mr. Star Wars himself. And while that is true and very funny, I would like to point out that Mr. Star Wars doesn’t know anything about Star Wars either

Lmao. I’m doing this with Damian. Damian gets shot back in time after the Batfam dies. Damian, all of 5, decides ‘my family. Fuck you.’ and dips from the League.

Time travel AU where Dick travels back in time to a point where he's just starting out as Nightwing, and he spends exactly five seconds panicking about his situation before his brain latches to the single thought of MY BABIES!!

And so Dick speedruns adopting all of his siblings before Bruce can even see them once

I would love to see this in a fic. If ANYONE finds something like this, spill the names. Don’t be shy. I will MAKE an account for that sight if I don’t have one already.

ok but like imagine Starscream in RB

Starscream gets shot down by Megatron over the Atlantic, and ends up washed up on the shore of Griffin Rock. He's disoriented, Energon deficient, and then those forsaken Autobots find him.

But they don't attack.

Heatwave kept saying they should just shoot him on the spot. I mean, it's Starscream we're talking about here, he could wipe them and the island out in a day's work. But yet again, it's Cody Burns, their human companion, who sees potential.

"What if we help him? Maybe he'll be nice if we help him." And so Heatwave ended up having to carry one of the most vicious 'Cons in the galaxy with his team, and house him in his home.

It took three days for Blades to patch the wounds, and three more for him to recover from the stasis and regain his senses completely. By then, Cody'd been itching to see him. So the first day he could, Cody got down into the bunker with all his coolest Earth stuff.

"Hi sir Starscream." He greeted, even making a small bow to the 'Con. Starscream, however, scoffed.

"What do you want, fleshy?" His voice was cold, but his servos gripped his frame nervously. He'd never, other than Miko, encountered a human child that wasn't scared out of their mind. Hell, even less a child that called him sir Starscream! So, against his gruff will, he sat down on the hard, concrete floor. He saw the young boy's face light up, and a strange feeling tugged at his spark. Why was that sparkling so... Happy to see him?

Cody grabbed some of the 'Bot's favourite things: Boulder's art, Heatwave's book on martial art, Blades' cartoons and comics and Chase's law enforcement book. He also grabbed his scrapbook, and some pencils.

"Sir, I'd like to show you some of my friend's favourite things. I know you're probably not very fond of them, since you're a noble Decepticon, but they're not out to harm you. We're a rescue team, and a family."

By the end of Cody's speech and show-and-tell round, Starscream's spark ached. Leaders are supposed to... to like their team? He bit his digit to stay quiet, but the realisation of Megatron's corrupted leadership finally seems to get him.

"He... he's horrible..."

It's out before he realises it, and immediately shrinks back like his leader's about to break down the door and grab his throat. He shuts his optics tight, weapons at ready for whatever happens next.

But instead of cold, sharp digits digging into his frame, he's met by a soft, warm touch. He opens one optic, slowly.

Cody stands next to his arm, and hugs him to the best of his abilities.

"He can't get you here, the 'Bots won't let him get you here."

That simple gesture, after all he's heard about family, is enough to nearly bring him to tears.

«-»

Two years later, Chase's held at gunpoint by a heavily damaged Soundwave. And guess who swoops in, now in a flashing white-blue-red paint job, to protect his brother.

Ra’s comes to Gotham for his heir. Mid-speech he squints at Damian(Danny) and goes ‘not my heir?’ With entire confusion. Danny responds with insult and lunges. Ra’s keeps alternating between names for the entire fight in an attempt to get assistance from Talia.

…he doesn’t get it lol

DPxDC Al Ghul Twins, Only Not Really

I have this vague idea that I might or might not turn into a fic, but it's been in my head for weeks now.

So Bad Ending with Fentons happens, after which Danny is traumatized beyond repair. Sam and Tucker find him, and for the lack of any other possible solutions, yeet him in the Zone and destroy the portal. Clockwork finds him, and Danny, desperate for a safe place, time to rest and heal, and afraid of becoming Dan, asks him for help. Clockwork obliges and tells him he will take care of everything and for Danny to sleep and not worry about anything.

"It's going to be okay," Clockwork tells him, "You will wake up, and all this will feel like a distant dream."

So Danny sleeps. The trick is, he doesn't sleep for a day or two - Clockwork, together with Frostbite and Nocturn, put him into something equivalent to medical coma. And then, Clockwork finds a dimension where no one's ever heard of Danny, Amity Park, GIW, and everything else, and he hides Danny in there.

Danny sleeps for three centuries, in depth of the mountains where no one can find or bother him. Yet, his mere presence in the world causes some ectoplasm to start accumulating around him - he is the Ghost King, after all.

He sleeps under Nanda Parbat.

When he wakes, his past life with Fentons really does feel distant and foggy. He remembers it, but it's like a childhood memory: the details have faded away, the faces have become blurry, and it doesn't hurt anymore. He doesn't forget anything, but it becomes... less important. Less meaningful.

But the first thing he feels just a few minutes after he wakes is a soul. A soul of a child, crying in pain, and its lifeless body being submerged into Danny's ectoplasm (Lazarus Pits have all come from Danny's excess ecto over the years of his sleep, so he can feel them and he can control them to an extent, albeit Ra's has really badly polluted them over the years).

Danny is a hero, that didn't change even after his very long sleep. So he tries to help, but in the process, he accidentally gets roped into the Pit, since a) it's corrupted ecto, b) he has zero ide what he's doing, c) he is the Ghost King and he might put more power in it than he intended, d) he just woke up, cut him some slack.

Talia, who put Damian's body into the Pit, is very damn surprised when two Damians emerge, and that's putting it lightly.

At least they are both very much alive.

I’m maybe gonna write about this. I like this idea. The lemon especially.

Evil ghost accidentally becomes emotional support for a depressed kid.

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Mk can use creation magic, usually used play doh when he was younger. When he’s older, before he picks up the staff he makes an eternal companion.

Qi Ying Zi, Mk’s ‘shadow reflection’, is a demon of no specific animal.

Here’s a little snippet that I’ve written so far:

Mk smiles to himself, humming as he molds his clay into the vague shape of a person before grabbing a bit more. He molds pointed ears, a thin and pointed tail, curly hair, and claws. He grins to himself, proud of his first work of clay. “Qi Ying Zi,” Mk announces as he sets his creation down to dry. “My shadow, my friend,” he tells the little thing, reaching for his sketchbook to plan out colors.

Eventually the teen decides on making Ying Zi purples, black, and grays with gold tints. Yeah, then Ying can be there own person while still being Mk’s shadow. The teen sets his colors aside to start on clothes designs. He knows how to sew enough to make Ying little clothes, it’s not like his clayworks ever becomes bigger than he made them.

Mk smiles to himself as he works, technopop filling the room with noise. He hums along, cheerful and excited to see how this figurine will act.

My idea is basically, Mk makes a friend, expecting them to stay small enough to fit in his pocket. Instead he makes a demon companion that’s human sized and prone to following his creator around. Mk throws out his clay and sells his kiln.

Mk promises Ying Zi to never make another Creation. Without an outlet for his Creation power, Ying Zi starts getting stronger. Ying Zi becomes sort of like Macaque, a ‘shadow’ of the original. Except Mk, as shown multiple times in the show, would never leave his shadow like Wukong did his.

My personal order:

Dick- the Heir, the First

Jason- The Lost Son, The Returned

Tim- The Favored, The Savior(because Tim saved B from himself)

Damian- The Blood Son, The Baby

If chaos was personified I think it would be Damian. Tiny child filled with rage and equipped with far too many weapons.

They look SO CUTE altogether!!

I love this au so much. Bats on thrones makes me so happy.

I might write something like this. Like Damian or Tim(depends on what timeline I decide) gets friendly with the kid from Crime Alley and creates a web of information for easier ways to make sure the kids are taken care of.

Okay but Bruce being Bruce Wayne and adopting a bunch of kids, like the elite looking to him and stuff and they want to appeal to him so he supports them and stuff. Stay in his social circle.

So they start adopting children and stuff. Some of them genuinely growing to love them and adopting children of Gotham. Others though, they hate it and the children, so after like 4 months they stop doing anything for the child or just go “I don't want it anymore, it's just…they aren't the right kid for us”

And when Bruce finds out he looses his shit on these people, he is making jabs at them with a strained smile with rage in his eyes. He is making sure those kids get good loving homes, he talks to others who are good and care.

Tim? He finds out these kids are getting neglected and he makes sure those kids get out of their house and then tanks their business, but don't worry, he hands out applications to those who work for them so they ain't struggling to find a job.

Jason seeing these kids were on the street getting homes and being fed and clothed and warming up to them, it warms his heart, yeah fuck these rich elitists but some of them are good. Then he sees the kids who get sent back, who don't get attention after a certain amount of time, he takes the kids and says screw you to rich persons. And works with Tim to take them down.

Damian understands being forced into the home of strangers and not belonging and having to conform to their ways, it doesn't feel good. He sees kids going into these rich homes and having to change themselves, he watches very carefully. And when the kids get sent back, get ignored, oh-ho there's an unimaginable anger he never imagined having. They deserve to be cared for, to be loved, you took them in, you don't get to abandon them.

And Dick, he’s certainly the most proactive. Yeah…he wears the blue suit, but he isn't just in blue, he's a detective. He also has a private investigator license, no matter how much is going on, he will see if you're fit to be a parent. If you don't take care of those kids he will have the evidence, yeah Red Robin will drop evidence on peoples desks but it means so much more with Dick.

I don't know, just thinking about Bruce’s effect on the elite of Gotham that isn't just Batman but just Bruce himself. And then his kids being his little ducks behind him in the change of Gotham.

Lmao I love this.

I have... zero excuse for this besides "I was bored" and "I remember this from TikTok"

please don't crucify me /j

its like- its canon, but like-

i have no excuse-

Silas mandalorian Tikrepq Fuso Jedi Inspired by Padawan Float Obi Wan’s fanfiction. The figure shows a Mandalorian from history, as well as my little Oc character who does not belong to history. Couldn’t get past such a cute idea of communication orange duo.

 https://archiveofourown.org/works/40498692/chapters/101461569

Okay so I'm taking this for my rewrite. Basically, Zane married some Lord for a village I made up because I refuse to rewatch the series. Because of this when Zane becomes a Shadow Knight he's tied to Orion(the Lord). Orion, who is a Fae creature that I added specifically because Fuck It, is already basically immortal unless killed. So these two are stuck together, Zane slowly losing his edges, softening over the years as he stands beside the unholy pacifist. Orion slowly letting his too sharp edges peak through the gentle exterior.

When Janus, the last of the Jury of 9 to die, passes they both sort of cling to each other. Every century that passes changes them. Zane goes from MCD!High Priest Zane to PDH!Zane, letting himself be pushed around because he refuses to fight back in fear of his own power.

Orion, manipulative and pacifistic but willing to fight for his people, makes himself sharper as Zane softens. He becomes colder, crueler even. PDH!Orion is basically Zane's shield throughout PDH and basically is fending off attempts at being inducted into the Shadow Knights.

The Shadow Knights don't get why Zane makes them so uncomfortable or why Orion is so attached.

Guys, I'm in a sort of... mess. I've had so many cool ideas, but now they're starting to interfere with my actual plot that I have planned out for my mcd rewrite.

Here's the deal. My shadow knight lore is that the souls of dead guards killed in the nether are turned into shadow knights via the nether's dark energy. So essentially, my shadow knights are made out of a mist/energy type substance that forms into their body. This allows shadow knights that are in control of their bodies (shadow knights that have broken their guard bond by killing their lord) or shadow knights that completely lose themselves (think young SK that are engulfed by rage or bloodlust) to transform into monsters not unlike the hellish beasts from the nether.

This is also why they are able to be immortal. Once they've broken their guard bond, the dark energy wrapping around their soul corrupts the soul completely. So if they get badly hurt, their body fades into a mist-like substance again and gravitates to the nearest nether portal so they can heal.

But if a shadow knight hasn't broken their guard bond yet, if they are badly hurt, their body will fade into mist and go back to the nether, but it's unable to bring the soul with it, allowing the soul to pass on naturally like it was supposed to when the shadow knight first died.

So, if a shadow knight with an unbroken guard bond (Laurance) never gets hurt badly enough for his body to fade away, then he'll just be immortal anyway. It's not full-proof, he can still be killed. But he doesn't age, doesn't really need food or water, can't be killed by the elements, can't get sick, etc. He isn't human anymore, he's a creature from the nether.

Also, Irene is just immortal. The other divine warriors (excluding Shad) reincarnate, but she doesn't. This is why she got so numb to emotions and wanted to get rid of her memories and go into a deep slumber in the first place.

Aphmau isn't a reincarnation. It's Irene's body that doesn't have any memories and forms it's own identity. So she still is immortal. Especially when she gets the relic at the end of season 1, Aphmau is no different from Irene. She just lacks experience and skill with her abilities.

So now that we've established that Aphmau and Laurance are immortal and will never age, we run into a problem. If I wanted just the two of them to be end-game, it would be perfect. But I also love Garroth. I want the three of them to be together.

But having old man Garroth next to young Aphmau and Laurance doesn't feel right!!!!

So I'm trying desperately to think of a solution. If I take away Aphmau and Laurance's immortality, I would have to completely change the story. Especially with Aphmau, because her existence depends on Irene living so long and losing touch with her humanity.

I also really like the idea of them being immortal.

I could also make Garroth immortal, but how? Even if he gets a divine relic, it won't work. He's set to reincarnate, not live forever. And making him a shadow knight feels wrong.

...

Okay, what about this. I let the three of them be a happy trio for a while, and then Garroth dies suddenly. What if he dies protecting Aphmau from some sort of horrible threat? Laurance is losing his mind because he could have taken the blow, not Garroth. But as he's dying, Garroth tells Laurance that someone has to stay with Aphmau for the coming centuries, and he was never meant to live that long.

I could also have some build up before that of Aphmau refusing to come to terms with her immortality. Having panic attacks because as all her friends age, she isn't. Having nightmares about the day everyone will die except her. And Laurance is her only comfort because he won't age either.

What's the verdict on this line of thought?

Okay but consider. This extends into My street. (I'm trying for a rewrite that ties them together a bit better but IDK) Garroth doesn't understand why his baby brother dislikes him so much. Zane(and an OC that I was originally gonna use for an MCD rewrite) remember and/or lived through it, still debating that. So Zane is angry and bitter about the MCD stuff but also loves this reincarnation who is so much like but not quite like his first.

Garroth and Laurance both are protective and love Aph but not like romantically because I hate writing love triangle and Aarmau is just easier to write for me. Aph feels instantly safer any moment her boys walk into the room. Like she and Aaron will be arguing and Garroth will come to visit and she'll instantly feel so much safer. I'm not insinuating that Aaron is abusive, just Irene's feedback for Shad.

aphmau and her boys are SO IMPORTANT TO ME

garroth who slowly finds himself guarding outside aphmau’s house late at night, overcome with a bone-deep fear that something will happen to her or her sons and he won’t be there to protect them. garroth who, immediately upon finding out zane is trying to wed her, sends a letter back with raven to dale and asks them to up defenses around her home for when they return from the eastern wolf tribe’s village.

laurence who will genuinely become standoff-ish when aphmau has conversations with strangers, the overwhelming feeling of alertness flooding through him as he studies every single action they make in case he needs to step in. laurence who stays up to listen to her breathing when they’re camping out, letting it ground him, a reminder that the shadow knights could not make him take away what is most important to him.

dante who will tease and scold garroth and laurence all he wants about how jealous and dumb (/aff) they are with aphmau but is somehow worse then both of them, hovering around her the entire time she wanders phoenix drop and he’s on duty. dante who is shorter than her, but will immediately takes a step in front of her and puff up the second anyone even remotely gives him the idea he needs to.

I know nothing of Inner Demons but I might use the rest to write a story if that’s chill?? I want Zane and his tired, idgaf, politically positive husband to find a way to ADORE her. Zane likes power so when he meets the woman who RADIATES it, he befriends her. The other(an OC I created literally only for the reason of, ‘Zane’s political marriage was talked of once and I need to fox that’ and made a character solely to somehow endear himself and be barely tolerated by Zane.

Can I use these in a rewrite?

gimme an Aphmau that flirts. gimme an Aphmau that gets Zoey, Garroth, Aaron and even Laurance (when you catch him off guard) flustered. gimme an Aphmau whose the boss. gimme an Aphmau whose witnessed the horrors. give me an Aphmau that’s learned to mature and live in the horrors, who wipes the blood off her lips with her thumb. give me an Aphmau whose not afraid to stab you through the heart when you went a little too far. give me an Irene that invokes eldritch horror in me, give me an Irene whose a little too comfortable with killing for good and just reasons, and Aphmau has to stop herself from going too far. give me an Aphmau soaked in blood, being brought back to earth by Laurance holding her tight. give me an Aphmau who makes shitty puns and jokes and keels over laughing at them. give me an Aphmau who winks at you. give me an Aphmau whose not afraid to cause mischief and chaos (especially in mystreet). give me an Aphmau who gives her boys stone cold orders, and they follow through without hesitation like the good bloodhounds they are.

give me an Ava who loves to party late into the night. give me an Ava whose drunk off her ass and making horrible decisions. give me an Ava whose not afraid to be a bitch and tell it to your face. give me an Aphmau that radiates matriarch energy, who can be serious and stern enough to tell you to cut the shit and everyone listens to her. give me an Aphmau whose in charge. give me an Ava who leashes her boys and takes them out on walks. give me an Ava whose in control, whose in charge of everything going on in her life, and though she may be self-destructive and watching her life fall apart, she’s the one who chose to let it burn.

give me an Aphmau who went through hell and came out stronger because of it. give me an Ava that would take the throne in a heartbeat. give me an Aphmau and an Ava with a lotta love to give and they’ll happily let anyone into their lives, because everyone’s lapping at her feet and wants a taste. everyone wants a bite of her, so she ends up with a whole pack of dogs that’ll do anything she asks them to. give me an Aphmau that embraces that and feels confident in her own skin and loves each and every one of her partners and loves her life and don’t you dare fuck with her, or else the whole packs gonna go for your throat.

give me an Aphmau who radiates happiness and joy and love and kindness, who takes in everyone and anyone, who is the mother to all, who will forgive the unforgivable and turn the devil’s darkest soldier into someone totally and wholly devoted to her. give me an Aphmau surrounded by devotion, undying loyalty, trust, never-ending love. a family that she built from scratch with her bare hands. the gods won’t love you, but she will. she’ll become your new god. gimme an Aphmau that would make a high priest tremble. everyone loves her, do they not? don’t you want a taste too? she’s entrancing. you want to do what she says. she’ll give you a home, she’ll give you love, she’ll build heaven and allow you to live in it.

she’s Aphrodite. she is Hera. she is Persephone. she is Athena.

give me an Aphmau who is power incarnate.