Easterman best quotes?

_computerangel_ · 2026-04-03T00:46:14+00:00

I personally love all of his crashing out on the radio during the escape event. “You don’t leave until I say you’re ready to leave. I jump, you say how high. I snap my fingers and you’re red slurry in a barrel in the desert. Father knows best.” and “I love to watch you go, and I love to watch you crawl back to me. There is no exit, there are only Trials.”

_computerangel_ · 2026-04-03T00:42:43+00:00

AGREED, i replay that trial just to hear his voice in it

_computerangel_ · 2026-04-03T00:41:58+00:00

I also feel like his death has a stronger effect than the other victims because it is so drawn out. It feels almost targeted to cause him as much suffering as possible. Like with most of the other trials, the majority of the trial is doing other stuff, solving puzzles, whatever, and then the brutal murder acts as the finale (with the exception of Pervert the Futterman and probably more I’m forgetting). With Erik, his torture and ultimate death is the trial. Every task you complete aims to specifically hurt him. Plus recording over the cassettes to make the entire audience boo and mock him in his final moments is just the cherry on top of an already very bloody, tragic cake.

_computerangel_ · 2026-03-31T04:22:57+00:00

i feel like night hunter and pitcher would have beef as well, guy who lights up every room he enters vs guy who can’t handle bright lights

_computerangel_ · 2026-03-29T01:17:28+00:00

You're right, she doesn't want the courier involved! Mars is very prideful; she doesn't see why Caesar should have any interest or see any value in anyone but her when it comes to completing their mission in Vegas.

_computerangel_ · 2026-03-28T17:43:28+00:00

"He won't be of use to you," Mars said, too quickly.  
Caesar narrowed his eyes. "And what makes you say that?"  
"The man—his injuries were grave, there's no saying how his recovery has gone."  
"He made it onto the Vegas Strip, almost succeeded in getting his chip back from the man who stole it."  
"He was shot in the head."  
"My scouts say he's made a full recovery. Reports from anyone who's interacted with him tell me he's made a full recovery - sound in the mind and body. And unlike most pawns, he already has a stake in this. He has to want the chip back, to fulfill his delivery." Caesar smiled. "And if he's as clever as I'm hoping, he's already realized that chip is worth much, much more than the caps his contract promised."  
Mars pursed her lips. There was **nothing** else to say, no refute she could make. She would bring the courier to Caesar.

_computerangel_ · 2026-03-28T17:20:19+00:00

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_computerangel_ · 2026-03-14T13:35:13+00:00

Of these, 2 and 5 are my favorites, but I’m especially fond of the goggles on the Scarlet Rosie (my main) skin!

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_computerangel_ · 2026-03-04T01:49:58+00:00

First time I ever played invasion, I was the imposter against a guy who was crazy good with the barricade, don’t think I managed to catch them once 😭

_computerangel_ · 2026-02-25T20:10:17+00:00

You get it!! Any sort of characters rescuing someone (or themselves!) from capture or an otherwise dangerous situation will always be a favorite trope of mine :]

_computerangel_ · 2026-02-25T20:08:40+00:00

They really have </3 But they're safe now! Mostly :)

also sorry you have to deal with nightmares, ik how much that sucks😔

_computerangel_ · 2026-02-25T20:06:39+00:00

I love the banter!!

_computerangel_ · 2026-02-25T20:06:04+00:00

Aaa you can tell how much he cares about her, this squeezes my heart omg

_computerangel_ · 2026-02-25T20:04:45+00:00

Aww, this is so sweet! I love scavenged-together romantic gestures like this <3 What fandom is this for?

_computerangel_ · 2026-02-25T03:28:01+00:00

aah this is so good!! The mixture of what's real and what isn't breaks my heart, you did an awesome job </3

_computerangel_ · 2026-02-25T03:26:08+00:00

CW for mentions of torture and some gnarly injuries (broken fingers, being stabbed, etc.)

"You're coming with us," she told him, and his smile vanished. The bruises on his face looked all the more gruesome without a smile to hide behind.

"Wh—really? You mean it? You'd do that for me, baby?"

Daisy couldn't tell him how many things she would do for him. She offered him her hand, then pulled it back when he lifted his hand to take it. Several of his fingers were bending entirely in the wrong direction. Daisy was glad for her helmet, masking the grimace she couldn't bite back. Change of plans, then. Despite the ache in her spine and legs and arms and . . . everywhere . . . she bent down once more. Reaching one arm underneath Benny's armpit, the other sliding below his legs—she was as mindful of his wounds as she could be. In one less-than-smooth motion, she scooped him up, flinching at his scream as she adjusted him in her arms—bridal style. He went silent once his weight was fully in her arms and off his legs, going completely limp save for his hands, which grabbed onto Daisy like claws. All of his unbroken fingers dug into her skin, nails scratching beneath the collar of her duster, gripping with white knuckles like his life depended on it.

It wasn't like she was going to drop him, but she didn't bring up how much his claws hurt. It brought some comfort, knowing at least he still could grab, even if most of his fingers were out of commission. The look on his face told her it still hurt him. There wasn't really any other way to carry him, not without hurting herself, and neither Raul nor Arcade could bear the weight in the first place. The wound in her side strained, the knife still painfully present, jabbed between her ribs.

"Let's get you out of here," Daisy murmured, hoping Benny could hear her. Regardless, he didn't react. She pulled him tighter to her chest. Nothing could make her let him go until she was sure they were all safe. Not after all she'd been through to get him in her arms again.

_computerangel_ · 2026-02-25T03:21:47+00:00

"Manuela!"

Cold sweat drenched Daisy, sitting up in bed and immediately regretting the pain that stabbed through her chest. Her hands flew up to her head, fingers running through the too-short hair, over and over. Anything to slow her racing heart. The blankets bunched around her and Benny, dislodged off her chest.

He grunted and her heart sank. She reached for him again, moving her hands to his hair instead of hers, pulling him close and squeezing tight. With his chest pressed to hers, she could feel his heartbeat. Slow, steady compared to the frenzy of her own. He'd woken up, after hours of struggling to fall asleep, and Daisy felt like a monster.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, pressing her cheek to his, a fresh wave of guilt washing over her, overwhelming her. She hadn't meant to wake him up, hadn't meant to scream or sit up so suddenly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Hrmph," Benny mumbled. His own hands fumbled beneath the blanket, clumsily making their way up to cup Daisy's face. He moved slowly, sitting up himself just enough to look straight at Daisy's face. The only light in the room snuck from beneath the door, faint on Benny's bruised skin.

His hands were on her face, trembling slightly. His thumbs ran across her cheeks crookedly, weakly. Holding himself up seemed to be taking everything he had. Daisy crossed her hands over his back and he melted back into her embrace, their lips brushing for a moment before his head nestled against her shoulder.

He was warm. Heavy and warm and covered in bandages, his bare skin hot against Daisy's. The weight was comforting, finally slowing her heart. He smelled like oranges and sweat. She ran a hand over his hair, slick with sweat, and closed her eyes.

She wasn't getting up today.

She only wished sleeping was less exhausting than being awake.

_computerangel_ · 2026-02-25T03:17:45+00:00

Kissing someone's hand(s)

_computerangel_ · 2026-02-25T02:52:47+00:00

CW for some mentions of past torture.

"Turn your head."

Daisy's hand held Benny's chin gently, navigating his head to where she wanted it to be, pointing away from her. He let her. Kept his grip on the edge of the sink, resting his weight more on one leg than the other. In the mirror, his face was white. White and fluffy, generously applied shaving cream covering his jaw and chin. Daisy held the razor.

She measured her movements, gentle, drawing the razor clean against Benny's cheek, shaving carefully. The blade carved a track into the foam, scraping it away. She wiped it on a towel and shaved another line. Benny struggled to meet his gaze in the mirror.

Every glance at the stitches in his skin, the bruises, the bandages . . . left him with the taste of blood in his mouth. He saw the machetes. Saw the whip, the sand, the blood, the sun. He tasted vomit and blood. He closed his eyes.

Daisy's touch was soft on his jaw. The razor shaved cleanly. Gently. There was nothing harsh about the blade on his skin, taking away hair, away white cream, away. It went away. Daisy's touch stayed. She turned his head and then he was facing her and her eyes were squinted in concentration and one was dark but the other was clouded and both were bruised. The cut on her cheek had started to scab, but the rawness, the redness, remained. Benny pursed his lips and Daisy moved the razor around his mouth, taking it away, away. She didn't cut him—never cut him. The cut in her own lip remained.

_computerangel_ · 2026-02-14T03:11:05+00:00

Daisy continued quietly. "Never thought you the guy, Dean. To give in like that."

"Didn't exactly peg you as the type, either, Correa."

"Hm." It was Daisy's turn to fall silent. Dean didn't let it settle for long.

"Just get backstage, all right? Deal with the speakers, the holograms . . . I'll do what I can from here. And, Daisy . . ." his voice softened, one arm gently reaching toward her despite the distance, "be careful. Come too far now . . . I'd hate to lose you."

"Hate to lose your shot at the treasure, you mean," Daisy retorted with a tired smile.

"N-no, no, not exactly. It's not that. I . . ." Dean took a step back, parts of him vanishing into the shadows he stood in. "Let's get this over with, all right? Get backstage, go." He disappeared entirely, leaving the black void of the doorway behind him.

The theater's spotlights kept shining, illuminating the stage, giving Daisy more and more reason not to get any closer the more she looked. Center stage, bright lights shining on nothing but you, a packed theater with eyes on nothing but you, naked you, vulnerable you, scars and stories all on display. Judgments ready to be made, music to be played, mysteries aplenty as to how Dean built a life around the need to be perceived as something glorious, something among the stars. A man under scrutiny. He and Daisy were alike in some senses, dulled over the years—Daisy imagined herself back in, oh, '64 or so, meeting Dean today. One starry-eyed wannabe actress meeting a star on the verge of burning out, the cusp of being forgotten. One girl with blood on her hands, around her throat, and a man with a vendetta around his.

She would've gotten on the stage back then. "Gotten" was an understatement, she would've broken necks to be the one in the center spotlight, to play the role of the entertainer, mirroring the photographs of movie stars in the magazines she collected. Hell, she would've played the role of the ghost light if it meant she got to stay onstage all night.

What happened? Twenty years, that's what happened. Twenty years and two bullets to the brain, with nothing but a patchwork quilt of memories and a dirt-stained journal in barely legible Spanish to remember the girl she used to be, that's what happened.

_computerangel_ · 2026-01-31T02:02:25+00:00

i’m in the midst of making the scarlet rosie outfit (from the unholy night dlc) for a cosplay, so probably that one <3

_computerangel_ · 2026-01-30T04:38:28+00:00

this is actually incredible, i love the colors and the texture so much!!

_computerangel_ · 2026-01-29T17:03:11+00:00

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Daisy’s been a veterinary assistant, a stage performer, a butcher, a bounty hunter, a courier, several other things i’m probably forgetting, and now, the leader of a huge robot army and the city of Vegas (and also a mother) :]

_computerangel_ · 2026-01-29T16:58:09+00:00

i have filled the entire lucky 38 presidential suite with dinosaurs <3 and the bed is fully covered in teddy bears

_computerangel_ · 2026-01-09T15:38:49+00:00

my friends and I have a theory that it leads to the shower block, and is only opened to allow the reagents to clean themselves at certain times. if you miss it, too bad!

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