I Remember Seeing This Idea Somewhere That Using The Memory Gun On Someone Leaves A Scar On Them, So

THE BAU PLAYING MINECRAFT:

JJ: Is busy filling in the map—no one has seen her for days but she has pillaged 3 villages and has an inventory full of saddles and gold bars. Has not spoken for 30 minutes and has left Cheeto dust prints all over Penelope’s white controller.

EMILY: Will never finish building that mob spawner because she is too busy trolling everyone on the server, especially Morgan—he keeps falling into her TNT traps.

ELLE: Is the one supplying Emily with the TNT, and switches between doing that and helping Spencer make a farm in the corner. Keeps disappearing to the nether and won’t tell anyone why.

SPENCER: Making a detailed inventory system in the base storage room and leaves everyone instructions on little wooden signs.

PENELOPE: Spends all her time dying sheep pink and collecting flowers, is ‘decorating’ their base, and has tamed 6 animals.

MORGAN: Running from Emily by day, by night, is down in the mines ‘providing’ for the group and killing mobs. His death count (thanks to Emily) stands at 9.

HOTCH: Thinks it’s called ‘Mein Kraft’ and leaves game night after 10 minutes to take work calls.

ROSSI: “When were you guys gonna tell me my controller wasn’t connected?!”

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Some interesting facts about Hank you might have missed (Detroit: Become Human)

DBH is full of little details that help understand the characters’ background and their motivations, details which can go entirely amiss if the player isn’t paying enough attention to their surroundings. 

You have to play several times over to notice bits and pieces of information scattered everywhere and be able to reconstruct the characters’ background by patiently piecing them together. If you’re thorough enough, you can even uncover whole chunks of the characters’ past which they refuse to talk about (something VERY frequent in Hank’s case…and equally frustrating). 

Here are a few details about the life of Hank Anderson, the lieutenant who is chosen to help Connor with his investigation, along with some interpretations of my own about his mysterious past based on the evidence we find in the game:

[SPOILERS AHEAD. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED]

The park where Hank goes to drink after the Eden Club mission is a playground for children. If you pay attention, you’ll see the place is full of recreational equipments, like a swingset, a toy house and a merry-go-round.  He says the place has a nice view and mentions going there a lot before something happened. This is where he used to bring his son Cole to play before his death.

What hurts most about this scene is how a human notices the photo of Hank’s dead son on his kitchen table, then the fact Hank drove to a playground and immediately associates them both, while an android (Connor) is unable to see the correlation between them. This is why Connor asks before what?. He’s clueless to the overwhelming evidence around him of Hank thinking about his son in that moment and choosing to revisit the playground. 

Hank used to be part of a multi-department unit called the Red Ice Task Force which successfully busted a ring of drug dealers that sold red ice in Detroit. He has a photo of his unit on his desk, and you can even see the notes he left on each of them, where some nicknames were scribbled and associated to each of their faces. Some of them are fond nicknames, others, not so much:

The nicknames (from right to left): 

Prick & Asskisser - the two male policemen in the far right

Nice girl - the smiling policewoman in front of Prick and Asskisser

Asshole - the smiling policeman on the front

Real police - the policewoman in the back, behind Asshole

A good cop - the policeman in the back, right next to her

Hank Anderson

??? - policeman on his left

Not seen since 2019. Owes me some $ - last policeman, in the far left

Hank worked in the Red Ice Task Force two years before the birth of his son Cole. Cole was born in 2029, as seen in the photo below.

Hank also lost his son in 2035, only three years before the events of DBH, as seen in Cole’s picture below.

The reason why Hank feels so disenchanted is because he worked hard to end the traffic of red ice in the city only to lose his son to a doctor who was a drug addict. This made him feel like his work was ultimately worthless and even guiltier about losing his son, since despite his efforts, there was nothing he could do to save him. The day Cole died, he learned he was fighting a losing battle. So he just gave up. On life. On his job as a good police officer. On everything.

Hank plays Russian roulette because deep down, he doesn’t want to die. Something keeps him from offing himself once and for all. He’s afraid of death. Proof of that is how scared he becomes when he is holding for dear life on the ledge right at top of that building during our chase for the deviant Rupert (where you must choose between saving Hank and keep chasing the android). Hank was so scared of the prospect of dying he punches Connor in the face and yells at him due to the android’s refusal to save him. Therefore, Hank might have suicidal tendencies, but he’s not truly suicidal. If he truly wished to die, then all he needed to do was to let go from that ledge or fully load his gun next time he’s at home and shoot himself. And he knows that.

His sense of guilt and helplessness for his son’s death is what makes him so protective of Connor. He’s aware Connor is just an android. And yet prevents him from facing potentially fatal situations. Hank just can’t cope well with death and will project his fatherly feelings for Cole onto Connor. This is why he commits suicide if he witnesses Connor’s death over and over. But this is also the reason why he warms up to Connor throughout the game. He inevitably associates the android with Cole despite himself.

Hank shoots you if he’s hostile after Connor repeats over and over again that he’s just a machine, unable to have real emotions. Hank’s actions have two root causes: 

1) The doctor who was high on red ice was emotionally dysfunctional. He used drugs to cope with his personal problems, a behaviour that seemed normal in Detroit given the socioeconomic hardship the city was going through (thirty percent rate of unemployment). We also see how androids are progressively replacing humans in every line of work. Remember when Hank complained how people are replacing normal relationships with humans for androids (Eden Club mission)? This seems to be a big issue in Detroit. Along with the huge unemployment rate, it indicates a depersonalisation of human interaction. That is to say, a tendency for humans to avoid contact with each other and replace real interaction either with an android or with drug abuse, something which Hank not only disapproves, but finds disturbing.

2) In the very first scene of the game, we see the mother despair when she learns they sent an android instead of a real human to save her daughter. Hank’s son didn’t survive because an android was sent to save him. Or at least that’s how Hank sees it. Much like that mother, he believes Cole would be alive if a human doctor had been there for Cole, another consequence of the ongoing depersonalisation process, as Hank sees it. 

This is why it’s so important for Connor to restore Hank’s faith in the possibility of there still being real human interaction left in this world. Of there being people who CARE about something. And if Connor fails to do so, repeatedly telling Hank he’s just a machine, this will trigger Hank to the point he’ll relive the day - or night - his son died because the hospital assigned a machine, something less than a human - an android - to save his son. Hank feels wronged, betrayed by mankind, by the very people he swore to protect as a police officer. Despite his efforts to save the city, they let him down. The fact that nobody cared enough to save Cole is what killed him inside and later triggered his suicidal tendencies. Human indifference took away the most important thing in his life.

Thoughout the game, Hank is watching you, trying to figure out what sort of person Connor is. This is why he questions your decisions after every mission. Remember his dialog with Connor where he asks why didn’t he shoot Chloe at Kamski’s place? That’s when he begins to wonder if androids aren’t more than just programmed machines and capable of free will…and even empathy.

Unless Connor’s actions succeed in restoring Hank’s hope in humanity, he sees no light at the end of the tunnel. And what could give a disillusioned, mourning father more hope than an android being able to feel and empathise with both humans and androids, to the point he rebels against his program and spares his targets, regardless of his mission?

There might be more on Hank, so this post will be edited in the future as I notice more details with each gameplay. 

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fountain of youth au where the stans get a second shot at their prime-- and the mystery twins trying to help them tackle the new 21st century all away from across the globe

some sketches of otto that are somewhat related to an AU I've been thinking about lately

Idk if u are still doing two character prompts, but what about Cogsworth and Belle?

“Happy Father’s Day, Cogsworth.” She grins at him. Dirt is smudged across her cheek; she’s been trawling in the castle garden—pulling out weeds that could survive even the breaking of a curse—and holds cabbages in her hands like they are bouquets of flowers. Dust crumbles across his dignified brown front.

“I’m not sure why you would say so—I’m not a father for anything, nor ever hoped to be.” He tries to brush himself down, but the soil cakes his buttons. Belle’s attempts to help leave patchy brown stains on his gold braid.

“Really? Because I was digging through Adam’s old things yesterday, and I thought there might have been a trace or two there. Who was that correcting his history papers, and giving him far too easy marks on his bad grammar? Honestly, I never saw someone for getting so mixed between past and present tense.”

The old man is blushing. “I never saw the point of going hard on the boy.”

“And that antique top—who gave him that? It had an English watermark on it, I saw. And gold braid ties on all his plush animals, little bow ties, like I’ve only seen on one man.”

“The bow ties were NOT my idea!” He is all offended dignity. “Lumiere did all the tying. I only, er, supplied the cording…and corrected it afterward, when the fellow did it all slapdash. It made him happy…the prince loved that little stuffed lion, you know, the one we put two bows on; and he never minded just a small—just a small, you understand—just a small amount of imaginary balls…”

“So you CAN deserve to have a happy Father’s Day,” Belle says. She grins at his softened face. “I told Lumiere so. You did half the work, at least, or that’s what he said—”

“Half?! Only half?!” Cogsworth puffs. “But who laid out the tablecloths, eh? Who supplied the butter biscuits at every tea party of the boy’s? Did he say I only did half? Half, my aunt’s pajamas….I was by that boy day and night! I raised him as my own!”

“Ah,” says Belle, “I wondered. I thought, you know, you might never see yourself as a father.”

“I don’t, not quite.” He wonders when he took them cabbages from her, and when he started helping her carry them inside. (Oh, but who minds, anyway—the girl probably needed a hand.) “But you’ll forgive me for thinking I deserve SOME credit—oh, that Lumiere, the nerve of him.”

“I suppose he’ll never hear the end of it. Oh, by the way—Adam wants you; his grammar is all over again, and he could use you to look over his latest letter to the ambassador before he sends it off—”

“Of course, of course—never could find his way around a past tense,” says Cogsworth, and trundles off again, dust still down his front and gold buttons shining through soil. He still holds a cabbage. But it doesn’t really matter—the boy needs his help.

Belle smiles as she returns to her garden. Some things the curse can never break—and love and weeds are among them.

do you ever have a very weird personal au that you love but also tell nobody about? well, meet demon gideon,

this originated when i was trying to think (shortly after the stanchurian candidate came out) about how they would end gideons ‘arc’. they couldnt kill him because hes just a kid, but sending him back to jail would be unsatisfying, right? my brain came up with the idea of him making a deal with bill for power- but bill, being a demon and loving his twisted genie logic, turns him into a dream demon. he technically has access to great power… but he’s also a ten year old trapped in the nightmare realm surrounded by monsters without a physical form, terrified of the dark and frankly in way over his head.

yeah somehow my brain thought this was the most child friendly option

he spends most of his time projecting into peoples dreams (take a wild guess as to whose he tries first) and generally trying to get someone to summon him into the physical realm so he can feel relatively human again. or possess a body. this… is kind of really depressing now that i think about it

sorry gideon i love u really

Wanted more of the twins so I drew more of the twins even though I still don;t know how to draw them aaaa

I just want to say that I love this fanfic.

Can you write about Lumiere finding out that Plumette is preagnent?

He hasn’t seen her around for several hours—”no, you fool, it’s only been minutes,” says Cogsworth, but Lumiere knows he is wrong and it has actually been hours, because that’s what it feels like—and he is getting concerned.

“Is she hiding from me??” he asks Cogsworth. “Could I have done something to offend her????”

“It has been THREE MINUTES,” says Cogsworth.

“It has been days,” and Lumiere weeps, great messy tears spilling down his nose. Cogsworth would be concerned if he hadn’t also seen Lumiere dramatically crying over misplaced porcelain, a ball change that didn’t go as planned, and a puppet show Chip did once where it took more than two acts for the lovers to get together.

“Four minutes,” says Cogsworth.

“Perhaps I have not appeared devoted enough,” Lumiere worries. “Perhaps I am not good enough in bed!”

“THAT’S QUITE ENOUGH OF THAT—”

“Cogsworth, no, don’t go, let’s practice, perhaps I have grown weak with my seductions, you be Plumette and I’ll—”

“No no no no no no!” Cogsworth cannot run very fast, but he is somehow managing now.

“He’ll break a leg, going that quick,” observes Mrs. Potts.

“He may break every bone in his body,” says Lumiere, “and it will mean nothing if I do not reconcile with Plumette. I have not seen her in twenty five years—”

“IT HAS BEEN,” yells Cogsworth, from somewhere deep inside the castle, “A TOTAL OF FIVE MINUTES AND FOURTEEN SECONDS—”

“—and I shall die without her love to guide me.”

“You shall do what, mon trésor?”

“Plumette! Ah, Plumette, you are a vision.” And she is—flushed with excitement, her curls bouncing, feathers stuck in her hair as they are always, now. She keeps plucking them out, but they keep coming back in again. She doesn’t mind it, much, and Lumiere adores it.

“Mon amour, I have something I must tell you,” and she seems shy, and Lumiere worries he is going to set himself on fire with love of her. Mrs. Potts seems worried, too; she is reaching for a water bucket and glancing at the top of his head. He must be smoking again. Ah, well.

“What is it? Chérie, what is it?” Now Plumette is bouncing on her heels, and now she leans forward to whisper in his ears. He is going to be—she is whispering that he is going to be—Lumiere is going to be—

“ON FIRE,” yells Mrs. Potts, “he’s finally done it, he’s on fire. Why on earth did you have to tell him in here, Plumette?! My lord, saint’s alive, Chip, fetch another bucket. Oh, lord, I’ve soaked your best coat, and the wig, oh, Lumiere, whatever shall I do with you—”

Lumiere doesn’t care what Mrs. Potts shall do with him. He is dripping wet, and his Plumette is a miracle, and he’s soon to be a father, and comme c’est beau! He is the luckiest man in the world.

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Whenever Micheal got in trouble at school, it wasn’t JUST his mom and dad.. Uncle Henry was there too. Uncle Henry was probably the scariest one one the fucking room because “did the kid have it coming? Micheal William Afton why did you throw the first punch?” Because raising Micheal once he hit like 14 was a three person job

You know I tend to be against the idea that hotch has no feelings but today I saw a post that says that hotch is a sociopath who wants to be different to show that he can be a good person and I liked the idea, just imagine the team at a dinner where rossi joking about how hotch can become too much like unsubs and hotch just explodes screaming that maybe it's because he's a sociopath and then he leaves rossi and the team doesn't see him until the next day. Morgan asked Garcia to review Hotch's medical records and Garcia confirms that Hotch was indeed diagnosed with an antisocial personality disorder at 21 (I like the idea that Hotch behaves a bit like Benedict Cumberbatch's Sherlock but you know din tar smart like Sherlock. I'm also totally ignoring the fact that the fbi wouldn't hire a sociopath)

Okay so like… this is so freaking fascinating to me. Sociopaths in general are fascinating because I always wonder what exactly about their brain is different from mine that makes it so they don’t “feel” things. And then there’s stories of those who never experienced emotions but learned how to fake them/mask to fit in with “normal” society.

And the idea of Aaron Hotchner, the Unit Chief of the FBI’s leading Behavioral Analysis Unit, being one of those people? Being someone who, in order to feel something has to hold the cold metal of a gun firmly in his hands, steady eye looking down the scope as he pulls the trigger, watching the blood fly and the unsub fall with a thud? The feeling isn’t exactly… excitement? Or regret? It’s just a buzz in the back of his mind, the closest thing he’s ever experienced to some sort of emotion. And he chases that feeling when he can, because he wants to know what it is. He wants to be able to understand it. The larger the weapon, the more blood that it creates in the death of an unsub, the more powerful the buzz.

Yeah I kinda lowkey like that.

(Of course I am not an expert in sociopathy or psychopathy and I am replying in a fictional sense. People diagnosed as such are not all horrible murderers!! Plenty of people who have these diagnosis live completely safe and “normal” lives, and have healthy relationships and jobs. I am just leaning into a fictional scenario).