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@treacheroushearts
an rp blog for isaac night & tyler galpin of netflix's wednesday, written by xelyn please read rules before interacting, @treacheroushearts follows from @s0u1c0de
canon characters | semi-selective | independent | multi-ship | inclusive | 18+ only
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Anonymous asked:
Wednesday Addams: So. After I rejected your pathetic overtures of twisted affection you decided to partake of the nearest simpering young woman who was foolish enough to be tricked by your sad little manipulations. Tell me, are you enjoying the brainless fawning of your new doll?
"I know you think talking like that makes you sound smart, but it just makes you sound like an arrogant brat," Tyler shoots back. "Besides, you wouldn't even care if you weren't jealous. Move on. I have."
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Scarlett grinned, “Definitely a caramel girl, but like not in an overly sweet way - and I don’t like cold foam. Other than that, I’m pretty easy, don’t even use any of those fancy plant based milks.”
"Then maybe you'd like an iced espresso, half-and-half, vanilla syrup, and caramel sauce. I can top it with caramel drizzle too if you want." Tyler suggests.
Anonymous asked:
“Mr Night I think I accidentally got a virus on the computer while downloading some stuff for…homework. Ignore how the file says EvilDeadBurnfullmovie.rar.”
"That's unfortunate for you, because now you get detention and you have to come up with the money to buy a replacement computer." Isaac sneers. "I suggest you find more trustworthy methods of pirating your media and do it on your own devices in the future."
Anonymous asked:
I’d like a latte with chocolate. Not a mocha, a latte with chocolate!
"And I'd like to go just one shift without having to deal with stupid coffee orders from idiotic customers, but here we are." Tyler had reached his bullshit threshold for the day, apparently.
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Anonymous asked:
*sends Tyler fan mail about how cool and hot his murders were*
Tyler wasn't allowed to even know about, let alone read the creepy fan mail he got while he was in Willow Hill Psychiatric Hospital. But, now that he was out, somehow, someone knew how to get a letter to him. He didn't know how, especially when no one else knew where he was. So, how this crazed fan found him, and why they hadn't turned him in to police yet, was beyond Tyler.
He read the fan mail with a mix of amusement, disgust, and confusion. "I'll admit, it's impressive," he mumbled to himself, tossing the letter in to the sink and setting it on fire after reading it. "Wonder who my little stalker is..."
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“Oh, I’m not trying to sneak out!” Dis told him, laughing and shaking her head. “Definitely not worth it. Especially if you’re going to threaten to tattle on me. Which is kind of mean since I never said I was going to report you to a teacher, just that you probably shouldn’t do it.”
“No, see, there’s this family of river otters that moved in on campus recently, and the student run paper wants some pictures of them but they don’t have any Sirens or Merrow on the team so Lenore — she’s their regular photographer — asked Raven who does the costumes with me in drama club to ask me, and I got permission from our dorm mother to come out and get pictures as long as I’m back within the hour.”
“Look, the newspaper club even leant me this fancy camera that has night vision settings and everything,” She added, holding up a camera that was tightly sealed in a plastic bag for taking under water shots. Her smile was bright and friendly as she headed over to show him, right up until she got close enough to see his face.
There, just outside of arms reach, her expression faltered and her body went still as her eyes flashed with recognition. Tyler Galpin.
The next instant, she turned on her heel and ran.
Tyler stopped listening as she went off on a tangent about river otters and the school news paper. He had more important things to figure out, like if it was better to try and continue to break in, or if he should try and escape and reformulate his plan, and how to do either with this girl now in his way. He hadn't reached a conclusion yet when she started to move towards him.
Tyler almost took a step back and ran, himself. But he remained rooted to the spot as the girl got closer, a tension building in his body and ready to release into action the moment things went south. And they did. When she got close enough to recognize him, she started to run. Thank god she didn't scream though.
Tyler gave chase, that tension turning into adrenaline and pushing his body to move fast in order to catch her before she got too far. In a matter of seconds, he grabbed her, clapping a hand over her mouth to muffle any sounds of protest while wrapping his other arm around her arms and middle to keep her restrained. Holding her tight against his own body to keep the struggling to a minimum, he whispered in her ear.
"I'm only going to hurt you if you make things difficult for me. I didn't come here for you and I don't want to hurt you, but if you alert anyone to me being here, I'm going to have to kill you," he warned through clenched teeth. "Do you understand? That means I need you to calm down, and stop struggling so we can talk. Can you do that for me?"
Sirus blinked once, twice, three times, a small frown forming. "You wish for me to move him from where I lay him to rest?" He asked. "Is it not bad for the soul to move the body?" It was from what he gathered from the books he'd read.
It seemed Si was not entirely 0s and 1s inside those mechanics of his. He questioned. Perhaps even felt.
"He is my fa-a..." His voice glitched, correcting itself like a program error in real time. He was not trying to lie, but his system seemed to be trying to protect isn't own inner workings, or else he might break in a string of internal errors from emotional compromise. "C-C-Creator."
"While the repairs are appreciated, I cannot simply move my Creator for you. I do not know you. You may find safety here, but you will remain a distance from him." The mecha would not be swayed so easily.
Isaac frowned, not expecting the mech to question his orders, and none too happy about it either. He could have gotten angry and made more demands, but instead he listened as the machine continued to speak. Or... attempt to. It seemed to be having some sort of malfunction, but Isaac was still able to piece together what it had meant to say before changing it's phrasing at the last second.
Something clicked into place in Isaac's mind and he remembered some of the papers that he'd had to sift through from the creator of this mecha in order to fix it up. There were large portions he'd merely skimmed over because they didn't seem relevant, but now... Well, it seemed they might be more important than he'd initially presumed them to be. He may have to treat the thing more like a person than a tool.
Taking on a gentler tone, Isaac took a step closer and pulled a nearby chair closer to sit in. "I understand how upsetting it might be. But you're missing some information. While there is some truth to the belief that disturbing the body can upset the dead, that's only if they've been given a proper burial to begin with. You see, until the body has been given last rights, including being returned to the earth, the soul remains disconnected from it's home and is restless. Part of why I wanted to bury his body was to help his soul. Not to disturb him, but to give him peace."
With a sympathetic sigh, Isaac looked down at the ground. "I'm sorry, I should have led with that. I've been under a lot of stress and haven't spoken with anyone in a long time. It makes me seem a bit... detached and cold."
Looking back up at the Mech, he searched his memories for other information he found in the creator's notes. "Sirus- That's the name you were given by him, right?" he asked. "I know it could be distressing to move his body, or even to just see it again. But I know it's the right thing to do, not just for me, but for him... Will you please help me give your father the last respects he deserves?"
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i play a canon character the way I want to play them, not how the show plays them, not how the actor plays them, hell not even how others want me to play them. I play the canon character for me. I play them so I can have an outlet away from stress, not to gain stress from the pressures of following canon. I don’t follow canon. and i’m proud of that.
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Having just returned from settling some business with her brother in New York the woman would look to the davinci with thinly veiled annoyance. What a warm welcome. Kehlani thought as she watched the man tinker with god knew what. Her father was always up to something and she was sure this inventor had a clue as to what his latest scheme might be.
It would seem though that this new employee was trained rather well, or her father had him by the balls, either way she’d not let his coldness deter her. Dropping her all access badge on the work table for him to inspect she would take up the stool opposite him. “My credentials.” Taking a seat she’d cross her legs keen eyes taking in the details of this new comer. She could guess that he was only a few months into his contract seeing as that was how long she had been away in New York. “As for my purpose, I’m merely here to observe your progress and report back.” While she was there to observe, she had no intention of reporting this run in to her father.
It was clear that she wasn't satisfied with his reluctance to give away information easily, but to Isaac, that just confirmed he shouldn't be telling her anything. At least... until she dropped an all access badge on the table for him. Isaac's dark eyes let their gaze fall upon the badge with scrutiny as he picked it up and turned it over, looking for any signs of counterfeit. It was the real deal as far as he could tell.
Shit.
Tossing it back towards her across the table so it spun to a stop right in front of her, he would return his attention to his work, almost appearing to not listen as she told him why she was there. But he was listening. It took him a moment to respond, but he did eventually, once he had finished the task of tinkering with a few components to combine them into one functional part.
"I'm behind schedule," he confessed with a small measure of irritation. "I ran into some road blocks in the early stages that gave me a slow start, but I'm working overtime trying to catch up to the point of progress I should be at now. Distractions don't help much. So, if you're only here to observe and not to help, do try to stay out of my way."
If she had full access to all operations, she should already know what he was working on, so he didn't mention that, despite her first question. He was still skeptical for the very reason that she did ask what he was working on. So, he remained cold and clinical, not realizing who she actually was.
"I was created to feel. It was my intended purpose. You are aware of this. I have seen you reading my Creator's journals and studies." Si pointed out as if to tease Isaac right back, not that his tone would suggest it.
"I would like to see if my theories are correct, yes." The mecha stated simply. "I do not believe excited would be the word." That was only because he didn't always know how to explain how he was feeling. Perhaps it was a little excitement, what did he know?
He pulled out the tools he would need to take a sample of Isaac's tissue, as well as what he would need to prep the skin. He brought him to a lab table and gestured to it. "Your arm, please."
"Intended purpose or not, the possibility of achieving true technological singularity is still highly debatable. You make for a very convincing argument though, I'll admit," Isaac shrugged. "I'm still on the fence about whether I believe you're capable of real emotion or just simulating it at this point." He was interested to run some experiments in the future, but at the moment, getting a working right hand prosthetic was more of a priority.
Hearing that Sirus wanted to find out if his theories were correct was also an interesting thing to take note of. If he had wants and desires at all beyond his functional purpose, it was another argument in his favor. But Isaac couldn't be sure if he wanted it simply because Isaac had given him the task or if he actually wanted it for his own genuine curiosity.
Once they reached the lab, Si asked for his arm, and Isaac pulled his sleeve up to expose the arm that led to nothing but a stump of a wrist. "Please, do be gentle with me," Isaac smirked. He didn't care if the mech didn't appreciate it, Isaac thought himself funny and he had to get his kicks somewhere, even if it was through his own stupid jokes.
Scarlett was taken back by Tyler’s kindness, it wasn’t something she was often afforded. “If I couldn’t stand you, I’d just sit down.” She joked, though there was a seriousness in her expression that betrayed her attempt at humor. She needed this apartment more than anything and if she had to deal with a bad roommate she would. She truly hoped that wasn’t the case with Tyler, but if it was, she would find ways to deal with it. “Thank you, it’s just the thought of having to spend more money right now that’s making me nervous. I’m sure I could handle the hotel ghosts just fine.”
She had the money upfront for rent, but dipping further into her savings before her interview at the diner seemed counter intuitive. “I will add mace to my shopping list. Kids roaming freely is a decent sign though,” she laughed at her own paranoid thoughts, “Good to know the neighbors aren’t ones to pry.” Tyler stated they seemed busy though Scar could assume by the very lenient landlords that maybe they too had something to hide.
“So, will I be taking the couch then?” Redirecting to the sleep over they were about to have the woman would glance at the living room set up curiously. The idea of a sleep over styled get to know you popped into her brain but she wasn’t sure how receptive the hyde would be to that sort of thing. She couldn’t risk losing the apartment before she even got it.
"Wow, was that a pun?" Tyler asked with a wince that still couldn't manage to hide the chuckle he gave. "I definitely get that. Money was tight for me at first too. Still is, but I'm at least making ends meet now. In the beginning? Was a little more touch and go," he admitted. "Don't worry about hotel costs or ghosts, you can hang here tonight. I don't mind." Even if she didn't end up getting on the lease (which he doubted would be an issue) he didn't mind giving her a place to crash for a night.
With the safety of the area addressed, Scarlett went on to ask about where she could sleep for the night. "I mean," he glanced back in the direction of the currently vacant room. "I guess, since there's no bed in the other room yet, one of us would have to take the couch. If my dad were still alive, he'd shoot me in the foot for making a guest take the couch though. Maybe I should take the couch. You can take my bed."
He felt stupid giving in to his old man's hospitality rules when the man wasn't even alive anymore, but it had been how he was raised, and he couldn't just ignore his upbringing. "Do you have a travel bag in your car? I can help you get set up for the night."
“Yeah. You have a nice smile,” She explained, motioning towards his expression as she spoke. “It stuck in my mind after you helped me out on Outreach Day.”
“I can imagine… it’s not helpful in general, and it’s not the kind of affection you’re looking for from a parent.” Dis said, then winced at herself and added more softly. “Sorry, it’s not my place to say that, is it? I don’t want to put words in your mouth.”
"I couldn't help but smile at how cute you looked trying to reach so high. Even with the step ladder, you're way too short, you never could have reached the top of that display window." He laughed and shook his head. "Sorry, I'm not trying to be mean, I just thought it was... endearing, I guess?"
Tyler shrugged when Dis speculated on his relationship with his dad. "It might not be your place, but you're not wrong," he admitted. "So I'm not upset."
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“Tyler…!” Again, Dis felt she couldn’t say anything at that, so she took his advice and just let herself feel embarrassed, whining cutely and tugging on his shirt as he forced her to show him her adorably flustered expression.
Perhaps it was cruel to laugh, so he decided to add a little sweetness after chuckling by kissing her again. It was the least he could do to compensate her for the embarrassment he was causing her. Besides, how could he not kiss such an adorable face?
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Dis’ blush flared back up, and she turned her face away to avoid having to look at him as she repeated herself. “I said that… I actually like you being mean…..”
Grinning from ear to ear, Tyler pushed her chin with one finger to force Dis to look at him. "Gotta say, that's pretty weird of you. It's a good thing I like weird."
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“Hmph. I guess I’ll allow it.” She said, squeezing her eyes shut for a second as he booped her nose. When she opened them again she avoided his gaze, fingers curling softly into his shirt as she mumbled the rest. “Since I actually might like that you’re a bit mean…”
Tyler heard her but smirked and bent down as if he hadn't, deciding to be just a little mean again. "I'm sorry, what was that last part? Speak up, Dis, baby. I didn't quite catch it."
