primal directive

stitches, part 1

Pairing: The Joker (Ledger) x Reader
Rating: T
Words: 2998
Note: This is part one of the “prequel” to @kittylivesyou‘s request.
Summary: It’s not unusual for people to take in a stray dog they find on the street. However, taking in a terribly mutilated stranger found in an alley in the Narrows? It wasn’t my smartest move.

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Don’t Go

Time flexed and belched and shook and spasmed terror palimpset quake storm explosion mess

Marie navigated the flux and spiral, dodging anomalies, sargassos, reaper swarms, might-have-beens, nightmare children, cancers, polyps, loops, shells of Highest Entropy Matter shielding zones of oblivion and anti-time, the razor-edged tails of broken and flailing timelines, the roaring Leviathans feeding on the disintegrating borders of reality.

The Enemy, a boiling wavefront of revisionist history annihilating the status quo the Time Lords had spent all their lives painstakingly constructing to defend their privilege, shattering sense and sensibility and replacing it with something alien and… improper. For the first time since the science of chronology began, time was no longer the Time Lords’ friend. But the Great Houses of Time wouldn’t give up their hegemony without a fight.

Marie and her pilot, Homunculette. Caught in the middle in the chaos of a war with all of history up for grabs.

Marie and her pilot, the only constants in an ever-changing universe. Marie and her pilot, together until the end.

Weaving and ducking, skipping back and forth across the timestreams, avoiding paradox fronts as she surfed the vortex. Among the Type 103 timeships, there were few as experienced and canny in Wartime maneuvering as Marie.

And yet: something burst. An obstacle, a temporal mine, a dangerous, explosive Fact in a sea of Maybe. Undeniable, deadly. Even Marie couldn’t avoid it. Not in Time.

A sickening crunch audible in her mathematically-modeled interior. Marie’s gravity compensators weren’t working. Homunculette hit the solid surface of a block transfer equation with an impact that shattered bone. A soft glow as his body tried to regenerate.

“Hold on, Homunculette. I can fix this.” Marie reshuffled her interior, walls shifting, engines rebuilding themselves millions of times a second in an attempt to regain control as the Fact ate away at her substance, shrinking her, scattering her equations to the vortex and rendering them mere noise. She shrugged off libraries and ornamental gardens and triple-reinforced her essential systems as she tried to keep her interior a place where a Time Lord could survive while still remaining alive herself.

“Fix this,” she insisted, her voice turning plaintive. The statement became a question.

“Fix this?”


Mechanisms upon mechanisms. Sacrifice everything to hold on. One last coherent plea: “Hold on to me, Homunculette! Don’t let go! Please don’t go.”

Homunculette did hold on as the temporal forces erased Marie’s shell, left him clinging to the console as it opened up into the howling void, his knuckles turning white, his body shining gold and faceless as it tried to rebuild itself into something that could survive without a timeship’s shielding, something many-limbed and armored and clawed.

It wasn’t enough. The last thing Marie heard from her pilot was a scream unlike anything a humanoid throat could produce. She answered it with a howl of her own, a machine wail of pure loss and despair as she fell apart.

When she awoke she no longer remembered who she was. A name, a purpose, a shape: there was nothing but equations turned abstract, formless, sprawling and liquid on alien pavement. It might have been millennia; Time had long since stopped having any meaning.

But the War was over, whatever that meant. Meaning began to accrue as intelligences moved near, each pair of eyes adding a little more context to her situation, allowing her to define herself. That’s what she required: a pilot, someone to tell her what she was and what she could be.

She grasped, greedily, at each observer. There was nothing left of her but raw need. At last someone lingered just long enough for the chaos that was once Marie to fulfill her primal directive and hold. On. Hold on to definition, any definition, hold on and not let go. And finally, finally, she knew who she was, and what she wanted.

“Promise you won’t go,” said Bill.

“I promise,” said Heather.

Your Enemy is my enemy P6

Happy Lowman x Reader

Requested by: @homicidalteenagedream

Triggers: Abuse, Blood

Side note: So all, I have been playing with this story, I love James Bond and other action packed movies with spies and agents. So I played to my imagination. Next chapter, Happy will be more Happyish (Himself) xD

Happy drove fast down the dark road, he could not believe how fast the bike was going. “She made modifications…” Happy smirked at the thought of y/n working on his bike. He sped down a small road, hoping to give the guys enough time.

Back at the house, Juice, Jax, Tig and Kozik ran out the back. Juice led quickly to the warehouse. Jax led, standing in front, Kozik behind him. They walked quietly to make sure they did not trip an alarm. Soon Jax looked up to a squeeking sound. Three women jumped from the window. Than y/n dropped from the window. She fell to the ground weakly. “Y/n!” Jax ran over, the three women drawing guns to them. “They… are good..” y/n whispered. The two girls put their arms around y/n lifting her up. “Jax… we need to get out of here… this place is gunna blow….” Jaxs eyes went wide. “You planted a bomb?” “They were dumb enough to leave them sitting around, We gotta go…” Jax nodded “Girls, follow Juice and Tig. Kozik, pick up y/n.” Kozik walked over kissing her cheek. “sis…” “Kozy.. there are six dead in there.” “Kozik nodded. Carrying her to his bike.” They drove off and back to the hideout. Kozik walked in the house threw the back door. “He has not came back..” “Shit..” Jax said looking around. “Where is Happy?!” “He used himself as bait.” Jax looked in her focused eyes. y/n fussed out of Koziks arms. She ran to a shelf pulling a book down. A whole new room opened “Compter. Get me locations on Happy Lownmans Motorcycle. Sync coordinates to the car!” “Yes Y/N, nice to have you back.” The computer sounded “This is some James bond shit…” Juice whispered. Y/N limped over to the weapons room. She grabbed a shot gun, and bullets. She walked the garage. “Clay, keep those woman safe. Keep Tig away from them!” “No! We are going with! He is our brother!” y/n nodded, Clay walked to the passenger seat. The car looked fast, and sleek. Clay got in looking at the intricate detailing. “Follow us!” The rest followed them. y/n drove fast. Happy was only a few miles away. He was still driving. y/n sped up, the car hitting over 100 mph. Clay took a deep breath, he was always used to being in control. He looked down at y/n shirt, seeing a few blood spots. Then a dark one, a wet one. “You were hit..” “We will discuss it in a sec, I am twenty seconds from Happy. Take the wheel!” Soon Y/N opened the moon roof, she grabbed her shot gun “Computer, keep lock on Happys location!” “You are 102 yards from his location.” “Clay, I am going to shoot out thier tires. Call the boys, it is going to get messy.”

Clay called them. Soon y/n seen the SUVS. She put a scope on the shotgun. She took a deep breath and shot out three tires. Each SUV rolling to a stop. Happy looked back to see y/n Shooting at the guys. He turned skidding to a stop. y/n went back in to the car, pulling the emergency brake, Skidding close to Happy. “Clay crawl out my side.” Clay hurd gun shots, he crawled out the side of the car. “Cover me!” Clay looked at the machine gun she handed him. Clay stood up, shooting at them keeping them busy. y/n ran over to where Happy was stranded. She seen a red scope laser pointed his way. She tackled him to the ground, covering his body with hers. “Your alive…” Happy whispered out. “Now is not the time!” She yelled out. Grabbing his hand. She pulled up the bike ducking behind it. Happy next to her. They moved it out of the way next to Clay. y/n popped the trunk, there was a bag full of guns. “If I know Greg, this is what the fuck he wanted..” She spoke sternly. Happy was usually stoic, but he could not contain his joyment to see her. Yet.. she seemed not so thrilled. “Give up now y/n!” Greg yelled out. “Not now, not ever!” she yelled out. Happy hurd footsteps and looked behind him. He seen his brothers, they were kneeling behind their bikes. “Greg this is our fight! So how about me and you!” “You honestly think you can beat me?!” Greg screamed back. y/n stood up. The shooting stopping. She nodded to the club. “Come on Greg.” y/n stood infront of the car. “No!” Happy yelled, Kozik holding him back. Greg walked in front. “One of your men, check me for weapons and vice versa?” “Deal.” Greg smirked. “Tig.” “John.” Tig searched Greg, grabbing a pocket knife and a hand gun from him. John grabbing a three pocket blades. “Lets do this.” y/n spoke threating, confident in the club to protect her if anything went wrong.

               Greg jabbed first, y/n catching it upper-cutting him. y/n drowned out all the noise. Even Happy yelling. She knew it was either her or Greg where going to die tonight. Greg stood back up smirking. “You mad princess?” y/n smirked throwing a kick with her left leg, her shin making impact with his ribs. HE coughed a bit grabbing her left leg that was pressed against his rib. She twisted her body lifting her body to spin so her right foot making impact with his face. They both fell to the ground. Sometimes when you fight, you gotta take a hit. She thought. She stood up walking over to Greg, Happy looked at y/n wide eyed the whole time. Something was off. Her eyes had no emotion, none. She looked like…. Him… Greg stood up, getting into a Krav Maga stance. y/n chuckled a bit, Doing the same. HE threw a punch, she hit it out of the way with her arm, elbowing him in the solar plexus. He grabbed her arm as he fell, moving the gravity, throwing her to the ground. y/n coughed up some sand. She slowly got up, Greg slamming his foot against her back. “See.. I told you could never beat me.. you dragged everyone in on this.. shame on you.” y/n smirked and started chuckling, he felt the rumble threw his boot. “I am SAMCRO. I was since the moment a friend joined.” “Lie….”y/n turned quickly grabbing his foot, twisting his foot, snapping his foot in an opposite direction. A primal scream came from Greg, he bent down punching her ribs, she bit her cheek pulling his foot. Greg soon fell to the ground, she got on him wrapping her legs to his sides, she started to punch him, over and over again. Soon he was knocked out cold, his blood coating her fists. His men walking over to her all of the club switching the trigger. “Lieutenant…” y/ns head snapped up. She seen her old captain. She stood up “Thank you… I am sorry we helped him.. we were undercover… getting intel on the secrets he sold all over the world. The captain stuck out his hand pulling her up. “Take him in, Or kill him.” The captain nodded. “Your grandfather would have been proud…” She nodded walking away. Soon the SUVS disappeared.  The club started yelling Happily. y/n slowly walked back. Kozik and Happy walking torwards y/n. Her eyes still emotionless. Kozik seen her stumble, he quickly ran ahead, catching her before she hit the floor. “y/n!! y/n!!” “I love you brother… I love you… Happy…. I am sorry..” y/n’s eyes closed. Happy looked down to see her shirt saturated in her blood. “y/n… Y/N!!!!” Happy yelled falling to his knees next to her and Kozik. Tears falling from his eyes. Kozik looked at his best friend, his sister. “Ambulance is on the way!” Clay yelled. Chibs walked over, putting his hand on her pulse. “She is still alive lad, she is losing a lot of blood. Happy give me your shirt.” Chibs made quick work on his shirt, slicing it the long way, he lifted her shirt, wrapping it around her tightly to stop the blood. He put a lot of pressure on the wound hearing the sirens in the distance.

Tag List: @kacilove26

How can it not be a mental/neurological illness when a humans most primal directive is to propagate itself via. sexual incentive? You know what I’m talking about. Clearly something went wrong in their years of development. Not to say they should persecuted or anything, but it’s not something you can just hand wave.


BRORILLA PART II. Colossal and beastly Ross is stomping the NYC streets. Feel his primal beauty!

Art direction and photography: @exterface​
Styling and production: @exterfance and @chasehostler
Model: @brorilla_nyc

Bridge to analyst; access the secondary plasmic dataholds.
Now viewing all current planetary bodies.
Move to constrain your results to newest sentient life.
Scan the surface. Bring up vitals.

Local life thrived much quicker than anticipated.
We are pleased.

Focus shifted.
Save the organism through implied relocation.
Inferior understanding limits options and adaptation will be necessary for the specimen to survive.

As we map out this universe, all that can be seen is an ocean of emptiness.
This is primal directive.

Now we execute standard protocol.
As these cycles are nearing completion, initiate solar cleansing.
Move on, time never waited on its occupants.
Live on, by any means and every technology.

You have been defined.

The Contortionist - Primal Directive


not to be cocky… but can someone else cover as much Contortionist as me online??