I wanted to draw handler au stucky cuddling and Bucky dreaming about them having a family but it didn’t come through, got frustrated so I just drew Bucky hard thinking about Steve pregnant.
Fuck it, goodnight. My brain is dry on ideas and motivation.
For my Handler AU, trying to write Santos is a pain mostly because I can't place if she'd be cool with the human experimentation side of the brainwashing or if she'd kinda be disgusted by it. I can't really figure out her role in the story without figuring how how she'd play it realizing that BioSyn is essentially testing brainwashing.
the coda to the world set in bide with you. how to survive with a messed up brain.
There is no future. There is only now, which is some sort of After. And the After is Hell.
Always: getting up, the sun too bright, the day already too old. When it was Before, or During, he'd never see the sun like this. He remembers twilight, sun coming up, sun going down, sun behind clouds, sun through a screen. Now, lying in bed for so long he thinks he is becoming part of it, and then - light.
Pecco doesn't know what to do with it all. Doesn't know what to do with himself.
Always: breakfast, lunch. Inconveniences, annoyances. He gets to skip one of them, not both, but the drip of nausea into his stomach never stops. Before, During, he was hungry all the time. Now, hunger weighs, morphs his world. Different. Not as bearable. Luca says, "one egg," in that tone of his. Handler, but trying not to be. Pecco can't say if he'd want him to, again. Can't say if he wants anything at all. Sometimes he eats, sometimes he doesn't. Luca keeps insisting, "at least this meal." He can try to be good for Luca.
Always: his head, bad. Having a thought like trying to hold water in his hollow hands. It's there one moment, he is sure it's there - and then, a hole. What scares him is that he can feel the shape of the absence. It's not like he can't think, he didn't lose that much of himself in the Mecha. It's that he keeps forgetting faster than he can spell things out. It's that he doesn't even care about that, really. Words are raw and misshapen in his mouth, like he only heard them once and has to put them back together from memory. On really bad days, he wonders if anyone can even understand him.
Always: out at sea. Bezz, coming by - better, now. Pecco can't quite understand it. Used to be able to make sense of his fear and the feeling that the world was ending, used to be able to fight all that, During, physically. Now, swimming in it. But Bezz. His smile and the tone of his voice and his side against Pecco's, knees knocking together, and his hands in motion. Pecco can't follow what he says half the time, stupid from trying to keep his head above water, but Bezz doesn't seem to mind. Seems happy enough to be there, which loosens the tight curl of Bad in Pecco's stomach. Sometimes he even finds himself trying to cling onto a moment, hoping to remember it later, pinpricks of light, seconds of ground under his feet. When he goes outside and lies in the grass, his head in Bezz' lap, Cele someplace close, speaking too loud, laughing too much, it sometimes doesn't feel as terrible.
Always: the setbacks, the exhaustion, the carelessness, the sliding on ice, the it-doesn't-matter, the cold, the inability to feel. The having someone near that doesn't reach his heart, or his brain. The day Luca affords him before he says, "get up, come on." The guilt. The kitchen knives vanishing, Luca staying in when he can, Franky or Cele or someone else coming over when he can't. The one time, panic a black cloud surrounding him, when Vale comes to sit by his side. The crying, into Vale's shoulder, so surreal that it doesn't even feel like something that's happening to him, Vale's words just platitudes of comfort that don't stick. The waking up, gasping, sure that he is dying, and then he isn't.
Always: Luca, the patience of a saint. As he peels the blankets back in the morning. As he offers a bite that Pecco can't make himself eat.
As he unhinges Pecco, the way he has always done, out of his head, flinging him into the world. As Pecco puts his life in Luca's hands: because that is where it belongs, and because he doesn't know where else to put it.
What nations have handlers, and who are they? Can we have some dets?
"There's many more handlers! As I said earlier, there's 41! And 41 Nations have handlers! However some of us are handlers for oblasts! At best I remember some of the handlers' names, but I don't remember all the nations that they are in charge of"
Wait if that's how it ends. Does that mean vanny kills Anon?? Man, no one gets a happen ending in the fnaf universe lol.
It was something I intended to leave up to the viewer if I ended it there. But canonically, the anon does survive. I know not everyone has seen this piece but bam. In my ending everyone survives and all the animatronics are repaired. Pizza-Plex is ghost free and everyone is happy
But if I continue past part 3, it would be following the anon as they help Gregory and Freddy through the night. Trying to piece together what's going on as well. But mostly they're there to act as bait so the kid makes it safely through the night