#dun dunnn

[lettucemakar]

uh oh. Jaws music

[physicistastro]

@shieldedsoldier !!!

jane had truly done her best, but it was after eleven at night. way past the scientists usual bedtime. it had been a wild night out in the city to celebrate one of the top agents at shield's birthday, and upon the sound of more bottles of champagne popping and lots of screaming, she knew it was her queue to exit. darcy had fortunately found old friends and fellow interns to hang out with, so jane saw an opportunity to leave before things got too out of hand and took it. the scientist thinks about her warm, comfortable bed as she walks the wet, dewy back streets of new york, expertly cutting through a side alleyway. it’s then, she sees a sight that would no doubt mean her night was about to get sufficiently worse. she locks eyes with a male, the very male she had rejected only mere minutes ago back in the club. now, he stands alone, tall and smoking against the graffitied brick wall. “i thought i lost you in there.” he winks, the seedy smile indicating right there and then he was not going to leave her alone until she made herself more clear it seems. 

 “you didn’t, i just walked back to my boyfriend.” she stares him down, but continues walking forward. although he towers over her, she does not show any vulnerability. maybe she should be more cautious considering they’re practically alone in an alleyway, but alas she continues in her stride. “i don’t need to be smart to know captain america ain’t datin’ no lil lass like yourself.” he spits the words, and although she's irritated he caught her out on her lie, she does not show this. it wasn’t fair, she’d just pointed to the guy across the bar, how was she supposed to know it was the super solider? he reeks of alcohol, barely standing straight at this point... he then flicks the cigarette to the ground and makes a move to grab her arm, but she fortunately sees this coming and slaps him as hard as she can manage. its a hard strike, enough to sting her hand and have it turn red instantly, and he goes to grab her again. she dodges it, but looks up to see him with a closed fist ready to strike. he grabs her while she’s distracted and she struggles against his grip, attempting to kick him in the shin and closes her eyes, ready for impact but also calculating her next move. 

[allegretttto]

In the criminal justice system, sexually based offenses are considered especially heinous. In New York City, the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies are members of an elite squad known as the Special Victims Unit. These are their stories.

[falloutdovah]

August Prompts- Day 7 (Westbound)

The camera lenses in the crow’s eyes twirled and blinked. The image zoomed in closer on the Captain, who had a group of feral ghouls tearing after him across the grassy hills.

“Looks like he’s headed west…”

“According to the search teams at Vault 111, all signs of the subject have shown completely negative. He must have gotten out somehow- with someone’s help. There’s no way that somebody inside the cryo-chambers could override the lock and bypass the system. Someone had to have done it from the outside, manually.”

“We can worry about that later. Right now, the Director needs to be informed that we cannot locate the subject. I’ll be back.”

The black-coated scientist stepped through the automatic, white sliding doors and immediately made his way towards the stairwell leading to the second floor of the facility.

It was late, and rather than hearing the quiet shuffle of the residents of the Institutes, synths included, all the man could hear was a faint, low and peaceful humming noise. If only things could be as peaceful up on the surface as they were down here… that would be the day.

He meandered through a few clean hallways, the occasional synth greeting him with their standard ‘Good evening Doctor Ayo” as he passed by.

Eventually he stopped in front of one guard-synth, who remained quite still. “State your purpose. The Director is not taking visitors or appointments right now. Please see tomorrow’s schedule for a list of available times in which you may make said appoint-”

“J3-02 stand down immediately and let me through. This is important.”

Without any hesitation the guard let Doctor Ayo pass and knock on the door vigorously. Some moments passed before a light on the side glowed bright green, allowing entry.

“Director I apologize for coming so late in the evening- and without any notice,” He cleared his throat and stood with his hands at his sides as the white-haired Director appeared from around a corner in the apartment holding a mug.

“I take it it’s very important from what I heard outside. What is it Doctor Ayo?”

Ayo pursed his lips a little. “Yes uh… our search groups have encountered no sign of their target anywhere near Vault 111. They have however reported to us of abnormal activity that occurred inside the vault. Somebody opened the cryo-chambers, bypassed the system entirely. We’re looking into it now. Not many-”

“Not many people out on the surface know how to operate such technology nowadays, yes I’m aware…What else?”

The man shifted his weight slightly to the other leg. “Our Watchers have reported sightings of the subject in the… the dark coat and the hat. And the mailman’s bag.”

The Director scratched at his beard idly. “Who? Remind me again,”

“The ghoul sir,” Ayo answered. “The one who’s been destroying our coursers in Boston.”

“Ah yes,” He took a long sip and waved, “Continue,”

“He’s headed west towards the Vault for some reason. We could dispatch another team to-”

“Now, if he’s wiped out every group of synths and every courser we’ve sent to him, or that he’s run into by sheer accident or on purpose, then what’s the point of sending more to him just so he can destroy those as well?”

Ayo frowned. “Well sir it’s just that- what if-”

“Keep an eye on him, don’t do anything rash just yet. We don’t know where he’s going. He’s proven to be a bit of a wild card, that one.”

“Yes sir…”

“Was that all? Doctor?”

“Er- yes sir-”

“You may go.”

Doctor Ayo just barely held back a scowl, “Yes sir.” Once the Director was dead set on something, it was very hard to change his mind, even with higher logic and better reasoning. He was stubborn. How he came to be the Director of the Institute in the first place was beyond him. He didn’t like it, but there was nothing he could do about it. So out he went.

The Director sighed a long and heavy sigh once he was alone again, putting his mug down onto his desk as he sat down slowly. He reached for one of the drawers and opened it, pulling out an old pre-war model car and setting it gently onto the desk in front of him.

Who could have possibly opened the cryo-chambers inside of the Vault? Someone had to have known how to work Vault-Tec’s systems. Maybe a pre-war scientist under their employment, or maybe someone used the barbaric approach of smashing in the computer, allowing it to open the pods.

It was far too late in the night for guesses.

He extended his arm and gently placed his hand onto the toy, bringing it closer to himself and turning it over, picking at the wobbly wheels and opening the small metal hood in the front. The red paint was starting to fade. He was surprised it had stayed this bright at all for so long.

If anything, worry started to overtake him. A thing he found quite surprising.

“…Mm…I do wonder where you’ve gone… Hopefully somewhere safe. Provided you’re not dead.” The car went back into the desk drawer and instead, he pulled out a smaller, grey device with a set of buttons on the side. He clicked one of them and a bright blue hologram shot out of it, revealing a photograph of some sort.

A tall woman with light hair pulled back in a bun, a stern looking set of eyes but a proud look about her. Strong features that only emphasized just how no-nonsense she was. Next to her, a young boy with scruffy light blonde hair, grinning and happy with the a red model car in his hands. And beside him on the other side was a rather short, scrawny looking man with a perpetually nervous and tired demeanor, the same brand of unkempt blonde hair, a pair of square glasses on his thin face.

The longer he looked, the longer his heart ached for something that was no more.

With another long and defeated sigh, Neil pressed the button again, shutting the hologram off. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

Why couldn’t the synths find him? Why was the ghoul heading westbound?

Where was his father?

[lillian-tiger]

“What are you doing here? Wanna scream at me? Hit me? Blame me for everything? Just get the fuck out.” 

[jambud-universe]

[evangeline-noir]

It feels wintery cold outside.

[kibibarel]

i think the scene in Undertale that made me laugh the most is the one right before the Dummy fight where it zooms in on the thing’s eyes and it plays the Gutsman’s Ass noise...............it’s so dumb but i just fucking lost it and replayed it like 10 times