[btg0d-m]

#𝐛𝐭𝐠𝟎𝐝.    an   independent,    private    &.    mutual   only   sideblog   for   higgs  monaghan   from   death   stranding     &.     death   stranding     :     on   the   beach,    made   by   hideo   kojima.     this   blog   is   not   spoiler   free,   however   things   will   be    tagged.     personal   blogs   do   not   follow   or   interact.     follows   back   from   silklies.     heavily   affiliated   with     :     @statiicrecords.

due   to     mature     themes   this   blog   is     21+     only.     heavily     mature     &.       triggering     themes  such  as     :    swearing,     fictional  politics,     violence,     death,     drugs,     past     &.     present  trauma,     sex,     suicidal  thoughts,     suicidal  ideation     &.     more     are  prevalent.     follow   at   your   own   discretion.     basic   rp   etiquette   applies,     no  phobias,     no  racism,     no  tolerance   for   idiocy     &.     blatant   shitty   behaviour.     be   nice   to   me     &.     i'll   be   nice   back,     life   is   a   two   way   street.     ⸻     anu,     twenty  five,     she     /     they,     lesbian,     indigenous  canadian,     eastern   standard   time   zone.

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[btg0d-m]

higgs has been moved to a main blog of his own, you can find him at @btg0d !

[btg0d-m]

and ... what if i decided to move higgs onto a main blog, hm ? would y'all still support me ? 😔

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@str4nding : ‘I’m not playing games here’ / from sam or fragile idc ✨

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬   𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭   𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠   about the fact that fragile was so   willing   to fight him now     ⸻     especially when she couldn't even pull the trigger on him,   instead left to be   stranded   on the beach.   inhabiting the ghost mech body,   a hand rests   dramatically   on his hip,   head   cocked   as he watches her.   ❛   is  that  so,   you  really  ready  to  finally   tussle   with  me   ?   no  backing  out  this  time,   sweetheart.   ❜   in a matter of seconds,   his guitar manifests,   pointing it at her as lips pull into a smirk.   he   wouldn't   strike her first,   no   …   he wanted to see what she would do,   how she would   handle   this.   dear   oh   fragile   …   there was once a time where he   loved   her,   where they were equals.   that was before the   sweet   angel   of   death   whispered tantalizing words into his ear,   corrupted   him   …   led him down a path there would be no returning to.   he sometimes misses them,   their   closeness   …   everything that came from it.   however,   he would never be able to go back to the man he once was,   even if he wanted to.   there's no   forgiving   the things he's done or was going to do.

[str4ndingarch]

❛ ❛   the BT's have been moving territory.   ❜ ❜     it's the only explanation he provides before continuing to work at the small fire before him.   probably dangerous, but warmth overrides the primal part of his brain demanding that he survive — that he not die, body suspended in time, spirit lazily making its way back to nestle in his chest, followed by the godawful purge of black tar. 

the timefall's a pain in the ass – yet the quiet porter enjoys the howl of the wind, the rain pattering on the ground, and shockingly — he's not side eyeing the other porter crowding his little cave. mostly because sam expects to see the other man, whether he likes it or not. seeing other porters is normal, all but routine. seeing the same porter more than once between deliveries is rare. sam would all but accuse him of setting up their meetings, yet its hardly an accusation if it's true.

attention is dropped briefly from tending to the fire, eyes flicking to the other. his expression remains blank at higgs' words. a promise? sure. why lie when higgs' knows they'll be meeting again soon — like fates pulling their strings to bump into each other purposely. for what reason — sam's not dwelling on it. won't dwell on it.

his breath mists in front of him, a silent sigh. the porter adjusts to get more comfortable. they'll be here awhile — might as well make it tolerable.     ❛ ❛   sure.   ❜ ❜     they both know higgs isn't going anywhere.

[btg0d-m]

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥   𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐛𝐲   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡   of the cave,   he flicks his wrist back where the screen from the cufflink   disappears,   taking steps closer into the small space.   shrugging his backpack off and setting it beside himself,   higgs takes a seat   close   to the fire but not too close to sam,   giving the man   space.   the silence between them aside from the crackling of fire and the howl of the wind is barely enough to keep his brain from buzzing,   akin to that of   static   that only grows louder by the second.   he   hated   silence,   reminding him of all the times he had to sneak around the bunker he shared with his uncle,   quiet   as   a   mouse.

clearing his throat,   higgs isn't so certain he can be quiet   forever,   can feel how antsy he gets from keeping himself quiet while the man not far from him seems to be   completely   fine.   it's like a weak dam holding back the flooding tides of an   angry   river.   eventually he caves.   eyes shift from the fire in front of him before flicking to sam,   gloves hands   fiddling   with something    ⸻     god   his   hands   were   fucking   cold.   ❛   so,   where   are  you  delivering  to   ?   got  a  few  things  for  the  roboticist.   never   liked   comin'  up  these  fucking  mountains   …   but  someone's   gotta   do  the  job.   ❜   it only made sense to make idle chit-chat,   pass the time since they were going to be trapped here for quite some time.

in all honesty,   he didn't mind the snow,   it was a pain in the ass to   trudge   through the snow but it was also   beautiful.   a better place to be than in his own shelter by one of the knot cities if you asked him.   ❛   i  mean     ⸻     you  ain't  gotta  tell  me  anything  really,   know  you're  more  of  the   silent   type.   ❜

[cheetyuwu]

🐱

[little-red-fool]

He doesn’t he’s lying.

[btg0d-m]

@str4nding gets a random starter ! ♡

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲   𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞   𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡   the best porters out there,   their names akin to that of what he could only consider to be   famous   people back when the world was normal     ⸻     it only made sense that they'd   cross   each others paths often.   adjusting his backpack filled with cargo on his shoulders,   he's thankful that this delivery wasn't too strenuous,   even if he did have a habit of taking on too many orders and then pushing himself to   exhaustion.   despite the idiocy,   one thing people   couldn't   say about him is that he didn't get the job done     ⸻     people relied on him and he felt a rush of   serotonin   from being needed.

holed up in the snowy cliffside cave alongside with the other man,   eyes almost   nervously   shift between the small makeshift fire in front of sam and to sam,   trying not to stare like a   creep.   in many ways he's always been intrigued by the man,   infamous in many ways even if he's not been doing this gig longer than him.   he wondered what made sam porter bridges so special in comparison to the   average   porter.   ❛   didn't  expect  there  to  be  a  snow  storm,   don't  think  it  was  forecasted,   at  least  i  don't  think  so.   ❜   with a quick flick of his wrist,   the screen of his cufflink lights up,   brows   furrowing   as he looks at it.   ❛   i  should  be  outta  your  hair  as  soon  as  this  lets  up,   promise.   ❜

[thousandmusings]

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒖𝒑 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚

[bi0kill]

determined even in the face of danger, the brunet stood tall and defiant, an immovable force that had a duty to serve and protect. maybe he was right, maybe there was not much he could do here, but he would be damned if he did absolutely nothing or, god forbid, turn a blind eye to this needless destruction and death that followed the other like an all consuming shadow. he jumps as the hand suddenly touches his shoulder, and he quickly pulls away, gun raised and trigger finger ready to shoot.

this guy both unnerved him and creeped him out. wait, had this man sniffed him? ❝ asking nicely for you to turn yourself isn't going to work, i figure. ❞ it's a sarcastic joke, one that's monotone but not serious. so the only other option was putting him six feet under...

[btg0d-m]

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬   𝐧𝐨   𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠   his amusement over the man before him,   how he   jumps   out of his own skin before raising the gun at him,   those bridges security soldiers sure were something.   shrugging his shoulders,   head   cocks   as he takes a step back from the man.   ❛   maybe  if  you   beg,   i  might  consider  it.   ❜   a hand lifts to grab at the golden mask,   removing it from his face and chuckling.   oh,   this was going to be so   fun.   pointing the golden mask down to the ground,   slowly tar starts to   fill   the ground around them,   smaller BTs coming from the tar as if to reach for the mask.   pointing the mask up to the sky,   thunder   cracks   through the sky,   blue skies becoming grey as clouds form to cover the sky.

in the blink of an eye,   there's a massive lion BT forming behind higgs,   smirking   as he looks at the lion and then leon.   he wouldn't allow it to kill him,   however he would let it   play   with him,   batter and beat him a little.   show leon that he   wasn't   to be messed with.   ❛   see,   i  don't  take  things   laying   down     ⸻     so  you'll  have  to  survive  this  or   …   well,   we  already  know  what'll  happen  if  you   can't   manage.   ❜   placing the golden mask back in place,   he seemingly walks on top of the tar,   getting closer to leon once more.   ready to   teleport   if he even thought about shooting at him.   ❛   don't   disappoint   me,   leon.   i'd  hate  to  have  to  cut  this   short.   ❜

[pepperchipper]

random ideas

[fascinationstreetmp3]

Trade a lot of your time for a little bit of the city's. Hell, seems like a fair exchange to me.

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@statiicrecords : “ i can do this on my own. ” ( from sam )

𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬   𝐰𝐚𝐬   𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠   out of the sort for the both of them,   both   renowned   porters for sticking it through,   even during horrible conditions and times.   brows furrow as he watches sam struggle   (   quite  literally   )   with  too much cargo   loaded   into his backpack,   looking as though he was going to   topple   over at any second.   typically he didn't tend to work alongside other porters but one could consider himself   intrigued   when he first met the infamous   sam   porter   bridges   for the first time after hearing so much about him.   somehow,   he's once again found himself at the terminal   alongside   sam,   which is how this whole situation had started,   offering his help but sam   denying   it quickly.

not taking   no   for an answer,   higgs suddenly moves to grab something from sam's backpack and putting it into his own,   lessening   the load from a larger and heavier package.   ❛   don't  be  a  fuckin'   idiot,   you're  going  to  tumble  over  and   break   something  with  all  of  cargo.   ❜   he knew all about straining yourself with too much at once,   higgs has been a porter since he was a   kid     ⸻    kids   without   parents   need   to   eat   too.   ❛   now,   i  know  you  said  you  can  do  it  on  your   own   but  let's  be  honest,   a  little  help  won't  kill   ya.   so   …   let  me   help.   ❜   it would make it easier for sam and   potentially   he could get to talk to the fellow porter finally after what felt like sam was   purposely   going out of his way to avoid him at all costs.

[s4crificd]

dedicated? well that was one way to describe the insanity that was his obsession with him. higgs pulls away from him and sam lets him, eyeing him with the same caution he'd given him the first time he'd had the first time he returned to the beach. as if expecting a dog that'd bitten him once, to bite him again. it wouldn't be the first time, after all. there's still a slight hesistence, slow to trust and slow to give a second, or even third at this point, chance.

there's a scoff at his question, as if that could answer it better than any answer he could have given. he doesn't see the man in front of him as entertainment. the furthest from it, actually. a test of whether humanity could still exist in someone like higgs. a test to see if those thought beyond saving were truly beyond saving or if they could be given a chance to change their ways. and truth be told, he was still on the fence with his decision, even after all these visits. however, the subtle change was undeniable. whether they were for the good or for manipulation tactics, he was unsure.

silence follows higgs' words as sam mulls over his words quietly, finding the words he wants to say and finding the reason behind all of this, or at least a reason he feels comfortable enough saying aloud. ❝ you ever believe that no one's beyond savin'? ❞ he asks, a genuine question.

[btg0d-m]

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭   𝐨𝐟   𝐡𝐢𝐦   𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭   𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭   sam to say anything,   maybe it would be better to stand there in   silence,   he was so used to it now.   and yet,   as sam speaks,   he   perks   up ever so slightly.   higgs can't help but feel like it's a   loaded   question he's being asked,   many were beyond saving,   maybe even himself but   …   would he be so   selfish   to believe that even he could change   ?   breathing in deeply,   eyes closed as he settles from the high emotions he was feeling moments before,   trying to be calm to the best of his abilities.   ❛   maybe,   changin'  doesn't   fix   anything,   now  does  it.   you  tellin'  me  you're   willing   to  look  past  everything  i've  done   ?   ❜

turning around to look at sam,   there's   conflict   within himself,   maybe there's a universe out there where he hadn't wound down this road     ⸻     was   worth   saving.   however,   maybe he deserved to   rot   on this fucking beach for the rest of his days.   left to gradually go   insane   as his soul never dies,   wandering the beach,   wishing he could kill himself.   a scoff leaves past lips,   shaking his head a little from side to side.   ❛   i   killed   so  many  people.   all  in  the  name  of  a  fuckin'  extinction  entity  that  didn't   care   about  me.   fragile   …   lou,   i  tried  takin'  your  little  girl  from  you.   ❜

eyes shift,   looking away from sam,   as though he was   ashamed   of what he'd done and thinking back on those things brought up bad feelings.   his past has been nothing but   horrible   from the very start,   he should've stayed as a porter,   doing good by his people   …   would've been   so   much easier.   ❛   what  do  you  think,   hm   ?   am   i   beyond  saving   ?   ❜   there's no malice to his words,   higgs was asking sam a   genuine   question,   perhaps one of the few moments where he'd been sane enough to hold a normal conversation with him.   where he wasn't putting on the   facade   of higgs monaghan,   the particle of god,   deaths fucking messenger.

[candycandymemes]

Send "Don't" to grab my muse's wrist to prevent them from doing something dangerous

[stdismas]

Higgs Monaghan in Death Stranding 2: On The Beach (2025).

[agmaknae-a]

𝐈𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐅𝐔𝐍  𝐓𝐎  𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃  with  people  like  this.  People  who  he  could  tell  wouldn't  kill  him  for  what  he  was,  people  who  teetered  on  whatever  line  of  insanity  that  Taejoon  did,  sometimes.  Tongue  pressed  against  pointed  canine  idly;  red  smoke  enveloping  his  smaller  frame,  only  for  him  to  appear  about  five  feet  away  from  him,  hands  moving  behind  his  head  as  he  walked  backwards.

"I  won't  need  that  much  of  a  headstart.  Full  offence,  you  look  pretty  slow."

𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄  𝐄𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒  𝐇𝐈𝐌  𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍,  this  time  the  rapper  appears  on  top  of  the  nearest  building,  two  fingers  pressed  against  his  temple,  doing  a  mock  salute  as  he  lets  himself  fall  off  the  edge,  teleporting  to  the  ground  safely  in that same  smoke,  even  further  away  from  Higgs  now,  but  still  within  eyesight.

[btg0d-m]

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞   𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬   𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡   as the demon before him teleports around,   to some it would be concerning but to higgs   ?   it was nothing but a display of foolishness,   childlike   showing off.   a hand settles on his hip as he watches,   noting the way for his last teleport,   he's further away from him.   in a   flash   of quick white,   he teleports from where he'd been standing and showing right in front of the smaller man,   leaning in and smiling     ⸻     lips extending an almost   uncanny   amount.   ❛   boo.   ❜   the black tears that   run   down his face,   a reaction he had whenever it came to his abilities.

as he takes a step back from the other,   he once again disappears,   suddenly   reappearing   behind taejoon.   hands on either of his shoulders   squeeze   with a surprising amount of force,   face hovering by his head as he chuckles,   hot   puffs   of breath against taejoon's ear.   ❛   you're  not  the  only  one  who's   special     ⸻    you  see,   just  because  you're  a  demon,   doesn't  mean   shit.   ❜  he's long been   blessed   by an entity,   leaving him with all sorts of abilities,   teleportation just being one of the many.   ❛   now,   do  you  really  want  to  be  messin'  with  me,   sweetheart   ?   ❜