okay jason said he’d be sharing his spec scripts AFTER the company officially dissolves so i’m not sure if those dropbox links will be granted access until then BUT the grimmons one on his twitter is public
EDIT: the post now links to a google drive! the scripts are available GO FUCKING HAM
EDIT, drop box link doesnt work
dont ask how just take them
Shared with Dropbox
it’s. canon grimmons fanfiction. i’m losing my mind.
EDIT: I’m seeing less people misunderstand this on this post, but to be clear, this script was NOT cancelled because of RT being shut down. This is a part of Weight’s ALTERNATE PITCH for season 18 that was not picked up by RT. It was not ever intended to make it into the show proper. It is, unfortunately, not actually canon, just a sneak peek into an alternate timeline where Jason was hired to write season 18 instead.
a fic i wrote at 5 am about being an alien parasite jesus allegory whose father doesn’t call enough. something we can all relate to.
(also on ao3 if you prefer to read there)
Your name is Junior.
When you get older, you’ll be told this isn’t really a name. They’ll give you real names. Real names with real meanings to them.
The Sangheili call you Jaen ‘Kelossai. A name that was destined for you. It’s meaning chosen by the gods themselves. The soul who lights the prophecy of the sword. It’s a rough translation.
The humans call you Lavernius Tucker Jr. It’s meaning doesn’t work the same way. Not a thief and a tormenter, nor a soft cloth in the spring. But instead it holds the weight of your father. A meaning just as heavy as one chosen by gods.
You just go by Junior.
You are the child of a failed prophecy. The savior of a dead religion. This makes a lot of people want you dead. You’re used to that, though. People have wanted you dead since you were born.
It makes a lot of other people want to use you. You’re used to that, too. You get paraded around for one political reason or another. One day you’ll learn what these all mean. One day you’ll make an amazing ambassador. Or so they tell you. Today you just want to outside and play.
You’re too alien, the humans say. You want to play with the other kids but you are larger than them. You have too many teeth. They’re just jealous, your father says. You don’t know if that’s true.
There are kids your size you can play with. But your father spends all the time he can with humans. And you do too.
You’re too human, the Sangheili say. They never should have let your father stay around. Never should have let him get his fingerprints on you. But they were in there from the beginning. Baked into your DNA.
And though the old gods may be dead, no one can deny that he is the sword bearer. It may just be an ancient relic. But ancient relics hold importance.
Many want to kill him for it. He doesn’t deserve something as important as that, they say. He’s human. Others respect him for it, but even they hold their breath for the day he dies. To scavenge it from his corpse.
That key was your birthright. You can use it, but it’s not yours. It holds no connection to you. It should have.
One day you’ll learn that you were supposed to kill him. To rip from his stomach and feast on his flesh. To take the key to your birthright by force.
You’re glad this didn’t happen. You don’t know if he knows. You hope he never finds out.
You’ve never met your other father. The one who’s genetic material makes up your own. He died before you were born. It makes you a little sad. But not very.
One day you’ll learn how he died. You’ll know what he did to make you. You’ll want to find his grave and spit on it. Today you hold your true father’s hand as you tell him about your schooling.
You need to go on a mission. You need to be paraded around again. It’s hot, but you have fun in the sand. They bring you home before your father; negotiations are getting more tense, and he needs to stay, and you need to leave. You need to be protected. Why doesn’t he need to be protected?
As you go, you tell him you love him. He laughs and ruffles your nonexistent hair.
You don’t hear from him for months. You ask why no one has gone to help him. No one tells you the answer.
You know the answer.
…
It’s almost a year before you hear from him. About him. He’s a fugitive now. You thought he was dead. From the way they speak, you wonder if that might have been better.
He’s stealing technology. Betraying the UNSC. Betraying the Sangheili. Betraying you. That’s what they tell you.
You don’t know if you feel betrayed.
You follow the news. Closely. Closer than any of the other kids your age. But you’re bigger than them. You have more teeth. And you wonder if you should even be with them. Your father was the one who wanted you to go to this school, wasn’t he?
News comes.
He’s not a fugitive anymore. He’s a war hero, now.
They tell you you should be proud.
You don’t know if you feel proud.
He contacts you. You feel his warmth. You missed him. He says he misses you. He tells you about his journeys. You tell him about your team. He tells you about his friends. You don’t tell him about your lack.
He’s going to come see you soon. You’re excited. You missed him.
You tell him you love him. He tells you he loves you, too.
He never comes.
…
It’s another year until you get news.
He’s a war hero again.
You thought he was dead.
You feel. Proud.
You’re supposed to feel proud, right?
You’re a great ambassador now, they tell you. You’ll tell him that, when he calls again.
You’ll wait for him to visit.
He’ll come, this time.
You’ll look at the key that was your birthright.
He’ll tell you he loves you.
You’ll think about tearing him apart with your teeth.
listen none of you understand okay. the idea of dεlta being like. i am a being of pure logic i am an ai created for one purpose and nothing else i am not a person i am not even sentient just a piece of code given a voice for someone else’s mind. and then being like. *is in love with his host* like. it’s so good. it’s SO good.
all deltas are cursed to learn what it means to be human through the act of falling in love with their host okay it literally just comes with being a delta
i want tex to be a separate person in the modern au for. definitely very appropriate reasons but i DO also want beta to exist so. introject of the ex girlfriend anyone?
doc asks for no pickles and he gets them every time. of course. but one time donut sees him picking them off his burger and raises such a stink about it that doc is like oh my god i can never show my face here again. secretly he loves it tho. starts trying to subtly mention that he doesn’t want pickles so that the waiter won’t notice and donut will stand up for him again but of course the second he actually wants this he doesn’t get it. and the one time he does donut’s like. doc it’s just pickles who cares. just pick them off.
the thing is if doc was like “donut i liked when you stood up for me and i want you to do that again” donut would do it he loves to be a dramatic bitch but doc can’t admit that bc he thinks wanting attention is manipulative so he has to try and get it in subtle passive aggressive and quite frankly way more manipulative ways than if he was just open and honest about feeling like he wasn’t wanted and the funniest part is that donut is too oblivious he doesn’t even pick up on it and just keeps ignoring him
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