#galaxywrites

[galaxywrites]

Freed Revenants AU, Character Headcanons.

Includes some 18+ headcanons, mdni.

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Tomàš

🥀 There are burns scattered across his body which include on his face and his neck. As a result, he cannot smile properly-- nor can he laugh without it sounding low. The most Tomàš can manage is a crooked smile.

🥀 Tomàš is a horrible liar, so he has resorted to being mean with the truth.

🥀 Tomàš is a bottom.

🥀 Tomàš can't sit properly in a chair.

🥀 Tomàš is very good at using chopsticks, which is surprising to Kung Lao and Liu Kang.. until he reminds them that he grew up in a Chinese clan.

🥀 One of the ones in the group that has one of the highest alcohol tolerances, only surpassed by Jade and Kitana.

🥀 Tomàš is not allowed to drink energy drinks anymore. Nightwolf has forbade it.

🥀 Tomàš is a sleepwalker. When he was younger, he used to sleepwalk all over the temple, and he'd always somehow end up waking up in Bi-Han's bed. He never questioned it though.

🥀 Tomàš is the shortest of the group, standing at 5'4. He's also the youngest, having died when he was 24.

🥀 He has a very low singing voice.

🥀 Trans masculine.

🥀 Tomàš can drive (surprisingly)

🥀 Tomàš has achromatopsia, being only able to see in monochrome colors-- so grey, black and white.

Stryker

🪻 Sonya's older brother. Their mother took him when they were little, and moved to New York. She married a police officer, and changed both her and Kurt's last names to Stryker. His stepfather coerced him to join the police force.

🪻 Kurt regularly gives Kabal rocks that he finds interesting.

🪻 Chews his nails when he's nervous. He has to have Kabal or Tomàš pull his hand away from his mouth.

🪻 His favorite song is Dirty Thoughts, which he has sang to Kabal at one point.

🪻 Kurt has a very low alcohol tolerance, but an incredibly high spice tolerance.

🪻 Kurt wakes up November 1 and immediately starts decorating for Christmas. It drives Kabal up the walls.

Liu Kang

🔥 He gets chronic nightmares, always dreaming of the night he and Raiden came back to find most of their allies dying. Now he's mostly paranoid that something will hurt the revenants again.

🔥 Liu Kang sleeps in till noon. Being the champion, he was expected to wake up at dawn and train until dusk. So now, as the emperor of the Netherrealm, Liu Kang sleeps until noon-- or if someone else wakes him.

🔥 Steals other people's (Kung Lao's) clothes.

🔥 Liu Kang can play the kazoo.

🔥 Liu Kang cannot drive (don't let him anywhere near a vehicle please)

Kitana

💙 She sucks at saying tongue twisters. Tomàš had her say one once, and she lifted him in the air with her fans.

💙 She usually always has Jade and Tomàš by her side. Tomàš has become her and Jade's younger brother.

💙 No spice tolerance once so ever.

💙 Kitana needs a nightlight to sleep, so Liu Kang will light a candle before they go to bed.

💙 Tends to crack her knuckles very loudly. She'll do it just randomly, and it will startle at least three people.

Nightwolf

🐺 Nightwolf forgets to eat sometimes. When this happens, usually one of the others will make him a meal and have a glass of water when he wakes up.

🐺 The one responsible for getting the revenants a therapist, because god knows they all need one.

🐺 The oldest of the Earthrealmers, having been 42 when he had died.

🐺 Nightwolf was in a relationship with Fujin when he was still alive, before Shao Kahn's invasion.

🐺 Nightwolf is a top.

Kung Lao

👒 Kung Lao tackles and wrestles people to show affection!

👒 Afraid of doing anything without someone's permission. Too used to living in Liu Kang's shadow, and looking for Raiden's permission.

👒 Nearly drowned in a river once as a child. He has refused to go near any kind of water willingly since.

👒 Great short-term memory, but he has a terrible long-term memory.

👒 Kung Lao is a cat person.

👒 Kung Lao is aromantic.

Jade

💚 She likes to eat straight-up coffee beans. When she does this, she always gets a questioning glance from Kitana, and a look of "hurt" from Stryker, Tomàš and Kabal.

💚 She knocks people over when she hugs them. Poor Tomàš is usually the victim of her hugs, since he didn't get much affection in the Lin Kuei. Kitana knows how to dodge her hugs, and will only hug her if it is something she has initiated.

💚 Jade likes being alone to gather her thoughts, before eventually going to join the others in whatever they've gotten themselves into this time.

💚 Jade is the tallest of the group, standing at 6'4.

💚 Jade has picked up on the habit of telling dad jokes. Everyone else is sick of it.

Kabal

🪽 Kabal doesn't own a single pair of matching socks. It drives Kurt up the walls.

🪽 Being a speedster, Kabal cannot get drunk. And he has tried.

🪽 Kabal listens to 80s music. That is all he listens to.

🪽 Oblivious to any and all romantic interest that is shown to him. It took Stryker three years of flirting, before Kabal realized Kurt was hitting on him.

🪽 Back in the Black Dragon, Kabal almost drank the lethal dosage of caffeine once.

🪽 He was dropped out of a window as a child once.

🪽 He has an extensive comic book collection. Mostly consisting of Marvel and DC comics.

🪽 He ate cement once, when he was still in the Black Dragon. Erron had bet him twenty bucks he wouldn't do it.

[galaxy-parchment]

Jon is outed as Steampunk

Hello my beautiful patient followers. I’ve returned with TMA content because it’s my latest obsession. I’m proud to say that my first contribution to the fandom is an obligatory Mechs!Jon fic because I find them hilarious.

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Tim was doing his best to avoid having to go up to the boss’s office all day, but was very disappointed to find he had no choice but to pop in for a visit to give him some of the ‘possibly true’ statements.

It wasn’t like he was going to believe it anyway - what was even the point? The guy was so uptight Tim didn’t think he knew how to have some fun and imagine the possibility that maybe there was something exciting in the universe. Tim supposed that didn’t really change the fact that he needed to give the guy his precious statements, so he groaned and grabbed the pile he’d gathered up.

He approached the door and stopped short of it, wondering if he would even notice if he didn’t give him the statements. He really didn’t have the energy for whatever job he was going to be given if he dared to walk in. Then something caught his ear.

Was Jon… chanting?

He was talking slightly quieter than his speaking volume and that definitely wasn’t English. It couldn’t be him speaking to himself. Jon had specifically told him the other day he didn’t speak any other languages. He tried picking out his words in case he was just mishearing, but the words were very clear and were certainly not anything coherent. He did catch him occasionally switch to humming. Was Jonathan Sims, head archivist of the Magnus Institute singing to himself?

Tim made a mental note of the more coherent words and stepped into the doorway.

“Hey, boss!” he couldn’t help but be amused at how Jon jumped at the sound of him. He ripped his hand away from his face, which was pressed up against it, and readjusted his glasses with the hand.

“What did you need, Tim?” he asked, looking up at him unenthusiastically. 

 “Got a fresh delivery of statements for you!” he said cheerily, stepping up to the desk and placing the pile on an empty part of the table with a satisfying slap.

“Later than usual I see. Doesn’t matter I suppose. Would you mind filing away all of these on your way out?” Jon said, gesturing to a pile of statement files that was even larger than the one he’d just brought in. Great.

“Sure thing, boss! Wouldn’t want you having any of the fun, eh?” He joked, which didn’t seem to carry the same amusement for the other man.

“Shut up, Tim,” he deadpanned, returning to his work, signalling that the exchange was over.

Tim wandered back to his desk faster than usual and frantically wrote down all of the phrases he could remember.

What were they…. He definitely said something that sounded like ‘yai’ and he thought he heard a ‘sothoth’. How was he supposed to find anything with this gibberish? With little hope he opened up his web browser,typing in the words, and was surprised to find it wasn’t gibberish at all. It was some Lovecraftian chant. He doubted Jonathan ‘this-statement-is-wrong-because-this-word-is-mispelled’ Sims would be the sort of guy to worship Cthulhu. 

He’d been humming though, hadn’t he? Maybe it was a song. With his impeccable research skills he added ‘song’ to the end of his search and right there on the first page of results was a song called ‘Red Signal’ by the Mechanisms. He clicked on a video and listened to the song. That was definitely the same tune. It was strange, though. He never really pegged the bossman as someone that listened to this sort of thing. It reminded him of a folksy sort of punk or metal? Then the chanting stopped and switched to a spoken verse and Tim froze.

Was that Jon? It definitely sounded like him… Maybe the voice was a bit deeper and gravelly but Tim could have sworn that it was his voice. He frantically searched up the band. After looking through some photoshoots for some old albums he couldn’t help but stare. That was definitely his boss with quite a bit of makeup and dressed in some very over-the-top steampunk getup and flipping off the camera. He suddenly felt someone pressing up against his chair from behind.

“Is that Jon?” Sasha asked, leaning over his shoulder, squinting at the screen with her head cocked.

“Apparently,” Tim said, grinning ear to ear. “Look, I did some digging and it turns out he used to be in this steampunk band,” he continued, showing Sasha more pictures of Jon and his bandmates on the page.

“That’s amazing. He looks quite good in the pictures though, don’t you think?” she said with a chuckle.

“Right? He actually looks like he’d be fun to have a drink with!” He switched back to ‘Red Signal’ and started playing it. “I mean listen to this, he’s actually good, too!”

“How did you even find this?”

“He was singing it to himself and I used my incredibly advanced skills to track it down,” Tim bragged, making a show of readjusting his lapels.

“If only you put the same effort into actually working,” she chided, giving him a cheerful nudge with her elbow.

“Alas, I don’t think there’d be any work left for the rest of you if I did. It’s a public service to you all.” He grinned.

“Riiiight, because this place could run without me around.” Sasha grinned back.

The door to the shared office opened with a sharp creak and Martin stepped into the room.

They looked up and Tim called, “Hey Martin! How was Bexley?”

“Quite nice, actually! No creepy witches sending body parts to people, but there were some very kind old ladies I had the pleasure of speaking to!”

“Sounds like it was fun!” Sasha replied with a warm smile.

Martin was placing his bag down at his desk when he stopped and looked back at the two of them.

“What song is that?” he asked.

Tim grinned mischievously. “It’s called ‘Red Signal’, it’s by-“

“-by the Mechanisms? I had a friend that loved them, played it all of the time,” Martin finished, chuckling to himself at the memory. “I quite like their music, actually.”

Sasha and Tim took a moment to stare at each other knowingly and beamed innocently at Martin as he turned back to them.

Sasha looked at him with the same warm smile she’d given him before. “Maybe you could ask Jon if he’s heard of them while you give him your report?”

“Are you sure? It doesn’t seem like the sort of thing he’d go for,” he wondered.

“People can surprise you all of the time, may as well ask anyway. It’s not like he’s gonna hate your guts any more than he already does.”

Martin made a disappointed wince. “I guess so.”

“Don’t let that grump get you down, Martin, he probably just has a huge crush on you,” Sasha smirked.

“What? N-no! As if, that doesn’t even make any sense!” he stammered, turning back to his desk and sitting down to hide the red that was spreading over his face. 

“Ask him, though, will you? I’ve already had to go up there today and he’s given me a whole stack of files to go through. Not sure I could take another trip,” Tim joked as Sasha moved back to her desk. “Don’t tell him it was me that was wondering, though, he’d probably think it’s a trick or something,” he added casually.

“R-right, sure thing, Tim,” Martin obliged.

—

Martin knocked on Jon’s half-open door later that day, report in hand. Jon spared him a brief glance upwards before looking back down at his work. 

“Did you find anything regarding the Bexley statement?” he asked, not bothering to hide his disinterest as Martin placed his report on the table.

“I didn’t find the woman described in the statement, but I made sure to check every elderly Angela,” he said, a bit disappointed at how useless the trip was. “I did have some wonderful conversations about jigsaw puzzles with a few of them, though!” he added cheerfully. Thankfully Jon didn’t seem to be in a mood to scold him, but wasn’t at all invested in the conversation. Martin was about to leave when he remembered Tim’s request.

“Oh, uh, by the way, we were- well we were talking about it earlier so I was wondering if you’d heard of the Mechanisms? Like that space pirate band that used to play in a lot of London bars?”

Jon froze up for a moment before quickly explaining, “Erm, no I don’t think I have. Not uh…. not a big fan of going to see bands play at shows, you know?”

Martin raised an eyebrow. “Oh, okay? I guess it doesn’t seem like something you’d like… are you okay? You seem… off?”

“I’m quite fine, Martin, just a bit of a headache, I suppose. If you’ll excuse me I need to get back to this,” he said dismissively, returning to whatever he was writing down and setting Martin’s report on a stack.

“Sure! Did you need any tea? I’ve got one that’s really good for headaches,” he offered.

“That won’t be necessary, Martin, get back to work.” 

“Right.” Martin concluded as he left the room.

—

Things had been going a bit too slowly for Martin’s liking in the past few days. That usually meant Jon got antsy about people not doing as much work. It wasn’t like there was anything to do in the first place.

He was at least in the break room with Tim having lunch, who was playing more Mechanisms music, so Jon couldn’t tell either of them off right now. As his mind drifted to Jon, the man himself entered the room with his own lunch and made his way to the coffee machine. 

The song Tim was playing was pretty good. Martin curiously looked at Tim’s phone on the table playing the music.

“What song is that, Tim?”

“Ah, it’s called ‘Loki’, it’s from this great album called ‘The Bifrost Incident’,” he said with an obnoxious grin. Jon looked at them and ducked his head when Martin looked back. 

Martin pulled out his own phone and searched up ‘The Bifrost Incident’ and found a video from a show that he opened up. After a bit of pre-show banter the first song started.

That was when Martin heard Johnny DeVille do the song’s introduction. He’d always thought the lead singer sounded familiar, but the paragraph gave Martin a very vivid recollection of the exact tone of voice Jon always used when he recorded statements. 

That couldn’t be right, no way was that him. He took a good look at Johnny and looked between his own phone at the man with black cracks drawn on his face wearing the most steampunk outfit he’d ever seen and Jon, who was standing there, in his sweater vest, making a cup of coffee to go with his sandwich. Tim was looking at both of them struggling not to laugh and Jon was suddenly VERY interested in the coffee he had just poured out.

“JOHNNY DEVILLE?” Martin exclaimed, prompting Tim to bend over, choking on his own stifled laughter.

Jon picked up his coffee and claimed his sandwich from the table behind him and refused to meet Martin’s gaze. 

“Thats- uh- probably just a coincidence… I’m, uh, I’ll just have lunch in my office today,” he mumbled out, clearly not convinced he’d covered it up at all and left the room without another word.

Tim pulled himself back up and let out a heavy breath. “Oh, ha, Martin, sorry, it’s just Sasha and I were wondering how long it was gonna take,” he sighed gleefully. “Hopefully he’ll face society again. Hard to imagine the bossman was ever that cool, huh?”

Martin stared at the door. “Yeah…”

—

The next day Jon came into the office, but hadn’t shown his face for the whole day. Martin felt bad about yesterday, he probably overreacted a bit. Tim assured him it was fine and that the boss just isn’t the type to take a bit of embarrassment on the chin. This didn’t stop Martin from dropping in with a cup of tea when it became clear Jon wasn’t leaving his office for lunch.

Martin knocked on the door and upon getting a gruff ‘yes?’ from the other side he let himself in. Jon was more dismissive than usual and didn’t even spare a glance at him. Martin wasn’t sure how much of it was his usual grumpiness and how much was because of yesterday.

He set the tea down in the spot Jon usually kept it, right next to his coffee mug from yesterday. Martin waited for any acknowledgement. The acknowledgement never came and Jon’s expression was unreadable. The fact that he was looking down intently didn’t help.

“You know, I think it’s pretty cool that you were in a band. It’s not like you’re a murderer or something actually bad,” Martin said, desperate to break the silence. Jon clenched his pen tighter and looked up at him cautiously.

“That’s… kind of you to say…” he responded.

“Don’t worry about it, we’ve all done some pretty silly things. I will be honest, though, Jon, if being the lead singer for the Mechanisms is the most embarrassing thing you’ve done, I am extremely jealous.”

Jon smiled in a way that looked almost bashful on him. “It was a lot of fun, performing. It was a real shame when we all split after university.”

“I can imagine,” Martin sighed, silently cursing himself at how softly he’d said it. “Steampunk outfits really suit you, though, Jon. The makeup was a nice touch too.” He turned and made his way back to the door. 

As Martin went to close the door behind him Jon grumbled, “Shut up, Martin.”

—

The next morning Martin found something on his desk. It was a Mechanisms shirt neatly folded up and a copy of the Bifrost Incident album, both signed by all of the band members. 

The note lying on top of them read ‘I had a few extras at home - J’ and Martin couldn’t help but feel giddy.

[stardustcaught]

Today I wrote four lines.

Four lines.

Not even actual fic.

Just a scene idea.

… but it’s been almost 2 years.

[galaxygerm103]

An Unpopular Opinion + an Analysis

Hello Be More Chill fandom, today I'm gonna share a very unpopular opinion that's probably gonna get me killed, but it proves self awareness and that's good.

My opinion? Boyf Riends is low-key toxic.

Now you're probably gonna be like "no it's not? It's cute and soft and-" yeah, yeah, I know. Everybody and their mom seems to stan this ship so… this is gonna get me killed.

But hear me out. I'm gonna actually explain why I think this.

So, to show that their romantic relationship would be toxic, we gotta look at their friendship first.

So, we'll start with the first interaction they have in "More Than Survive". It starts out basic enough, Michael shows up listening to music, Jeremy predicts exactly what it is he's listening to, and then the song ends. Michael proceeds to tell Jeremy he "looks like ass" which is something friends do so that's not bad. Then Jeremy brings up the backpack thing. He's clearly upset about it, but instead of trying to cheer him up, Michael doesn't even seem to notice he's upset, and laughs off the whole thing. The topic changes and one of the most iconic lines in the musical shows up aka "there's never been a better time in history to be a loser". Now this line seems harmless but in one rehearsal video, Jeremy's response is a dry "thanks" because this isn't the mindset he has. He doesn't want to be a loser but Michael doesn't understand that. It's kind of the foundation of the problem. Michael isn't noticing his best friend's feelings, there is a lack of communication here. Also, he should be telling Jeremy he's not a loser, not that he should embrace being one, because what Jeremy needs isn't what Michael needs.

Okay, interaction 2, right before "I Love Play Rehearsal". This one's short but it boils down to Michael low-key(very low-key) manipulating Jeremy into continuing his effort to talk to Christine. By telling Jeremy that he'll make fun of him forever if he doesn't go into the auditorium, which I know sounds like playful teasing and maybe it is but that doesn't matter, by saying that, Michael gives Jeremy an ultimatum. And I doubt Jeremy wants to be teased about being a coward forever by his best friend. That just doesn't sound fun. So to avoid even more teasing in his life, he opens the auditorium door.

Interaction 3 is "Two Player Game" so this is gonna be a long one. Now, the first line of verse 1 is I think the nicest thing Michael really says to Jeremy, because he actually calls him cool, which is validating to our self hating protagonist. Then it falls downhill when Michael says "you're just a nothing in this highschool scheme" because that's only gonna make Jeremy feel worse. The rest of the first verse is just Michael tryna explain to Jeremy that they'll be fine if they stick together. The chorus is kind of once again ignoring Jeremy's feelings because he doesn't want to wait to be a loser anymore. He wants to be able to love himself and be liked by others in the present day. He's been waiting since he was little for the chance to be liked it seems. The next verse gives us Jeremy's insight on the whole situation, and he says he "wants to move on" which implies that he's sick of being a loser in the eyes of everybody, including both himself and Michael. Michael seems to completely ignore the fact that Jeremy is upset once again because when Jeremy points out they're not in college, Michael shrugs it off like "it doesn't make any difference". The only part of the song where we see any open communication between them is the third verse. Jeremy's pretty vulnerable here because, in context, he's worrying about his future if he doesn't stop being a loser. The "favorite person" part is probably the sweetest moment these two share through the entire musical, and it's the closest we ever see them, although I'm starting to think Michael means more to Jeremy than he realizes, which is why he asks Jeremy if he's really his favorite person. Jeremy has nobody else so of course Michael is the one person he tells everything but Michael doesn't really seem to get Jeremy's feelings so Jeremy stopped telling him all the things he feels(aka the things he talks about in "Loser Geek Whatever"). The rest of the song is just a reprise of the beginning of the song so it's not entirely important to this argument.

Interaction 4 is the mall scene and this has a pretty telling moment in it. Ignoring the Payless part, the food court scene has more to unpack than you'd think. So Jeremy takes the Squip and when it "doesn't work" he's upset. He needs comforting clearly, although he pretends he doesn't("leave me to mourn in my chili fries forever"). Michael, instead of providing comfort to his clearly distraught best friend, sees this as a chance to go grab some discontinued soda that he could get later. He could take five minutes to comfort his best friend but instead he goes off to do his own thing. He's ignoring his best friend's needs for his own wants. It's actually selfish.

The next interaction is short and one sided, in which Jeremy sees Michael twice during "Sync Up" and is saddened when he doesn't see him. He would've seen him by now, so he's confused when they haven't seen each other all day. This probably made Jeremy think Michael was avoiding him, which we find out isn't true.

Interaction 6, the beginning of the maybe end. The end of act 1. Jeremy and Michael are both confused by the fact they haven't talked all day. Michael is quick to blame it on Jeremy avoiding him, but Jeremy figures out that it was the Squip pretty quickly. Of course, during this interaction we get Jeremy's solo("Loser Geek Whatever") in which we see one of the most telling things about their relationship. "Michael thinks that weird is rad but feeling weird just makes me sad". This sums up their relationship pretty well, Michael is comfortable with himself but doesn't realize that Jeremy isn't comfortable. This interaction ends with Jeremy blocking out Michael. He's sick of having his feelings ignored by his only friend, and maybe he can have his feelings noticed and validated by other people. He's done being in Michael's shadow, because there's more to him than just being Michael's player 2.

Interaction 7, the bathroom intervention scene. This scene has a LOT to go through so let's get into it(using the new version here). Jeremy runs into the room panicking and when Michael reveals himself, the first thing he gets on about is how Jeremy left him. He stops when he sees Jeremy smiling because Jeremy missed him. He's happy to see him but then Michael gets on about the Squip and is talking about how there are consequences to it. Jeremy points out that Michael said technology isn't dangerous and the two of them get into their fight and Michael says he's looking out for Jeremy. Jeremy says for once in his life he can look out for himself, then the scene continues like the original and Jeremy calls Michael a loser. Jeremy isn't in the right state of mind in this scene, he was almost raped and he's scared. You'd think Michael would ask him what's wrong but he doesn't. He gets pissed at him without even being concerned about his emotions. Yet again we see that Michael is bad at recognizing Jeremy's feelings. I'm not saying he doesn't care about Jeremy, because he does(or else he wouldn't be here in the first place to warn him about the Squip), I'm saying that Michael is bad at recognizing Jeremy's emotions to a point where he ends up accidentally making the situation worse. Michael's actually the one who started the argument because he brought up the Squip without realizing how scared and upset Jeremy was. Not saying Jeremy's to blame, he could have handled the situation better but Michael started the whole argument. As for Jeremy calling Michael a loser, I think this may be Jeremy projecting. Because Michael is explaining every doubt Jeremy had about the Squip. Jeremy was even scared to take it("what if it's dangerous?"). Jeremy finally has more people to talk to, he finally isn't alone, he isn't in a healthy place and he's clearly not happy, but he's seemingly convinced himself that he is. He's convinced himself that the Squip is the only thing that can help him so when Michael warns him about it he lashes out, calling Michael the same thing that they'd both been called for years. Michael's reaction is probably due to shock and the realization that maybe he low-key drove his best friend away. Although he doesn't think he did anything wrong so who knows. We know Jeremy feels bad about this the next day though because he says this: "I didn't wanna hurt Brooke! I didn't wanna hurt ANYONE! Now Rich is in the hospital, my best friend thinks im a jerk, and Christine, you were supposed to make her like me!"

Now the next isn't an interaction but it's something Michael does that's extremely petty. Michael gives up on Jeremy completely. And he admits to it by the end of the musical("oh I was ready to watch you suffer"). It took Mr. Heere's convincing and low-key cheesy methodology to convince Michael to save Jeremy.

The next interaction is the fight during the play. In which Jeremy isn't in control of himself and is fighting the Squip internally while fighting Michael physically. The Squip seems to have been putting negative thoughts about Michael into Jeremy's mind but Jeremy knows it's not true. Also Michael was being extremely selfish during this scene by not letting Jeremy have the MDR when he knows the dangers of the Squip. (Like c'mon man Jeremy could be shocked so much he'll die. Stop being petty.) I mean yeah Michael is high but I'm pretty sure he's high during every scene except for the Halloween party(weed helps with anxiety and Michael's anxiety clearly got the best of him there, so-) and the other scene is coming up. This scene just shows Michael's pettiness.

Final interaction, right before "Voices in my Head". Jeremy asks Michael why he came back and Michael reveals that he was gonna let Jeremy suffer until Mr. Heere came by. Michael just admitted to his pettiness, and I think, maybe, he realizes that he was a shitty friend. Also I don't think he's high in this scene because his giggles are gone and, from what I've heard, he is a lot more awkward this scene.

So now, why do I see Boyf Riends as low-key toxic? Well, taking into consideration the conflicts between the boys' needs and wants, and the lack of communication, and the sheer amount of petty behavior Michael shows, plus his quick blame of Jeremy after "Upgrade", Michael wouldn't be the best partner for somebody like Jeremy, who needs validation and needs somebody to listen to and understand his problems, and help him through them. If time is given to them both, yes sure it could work(a good example of this is the Boyf Riends breakup comic by @Artistic.Hoarder on Instagram), but with the canon and nothing else, Boyf Riends couldn't work without some level of toxicity. (This is only referring to Broadway.)

Thank you for reading. Feel free to kindly express your opinions. This isn't ship hate, I don't hate Boyf Riends, I feel if done right it can be a good ship.

[stardustcaught]

-Work

-Work overtime

-Work because someone else decided not to come in

-sleep

-eat

-say I’ll clean and then let my apartment get messy and the finally clean at 4am

I don’t know when the last time I wrote was

Things Lyric Does When She Should Be Writing, But Just Can’t Even:

- cook food

- eat food

- do dishes

- watch video’s of my favourite crossfitter (Patrick Vellner.  Go Canada Go!)

- watch Olympic events from 8 years ago

- read other ppl’s fics and bemoan my inability to write so well

- try to read ‘real’ fiction and give up because fanfic is better

- watch classic romantic comedies

- walk the dog

- have a dance party with my kids

- watch the news, get depressed, turn the news off

- scroll tumblr

- make up stories where I’m a professional author and live in London

So yeah, haven’t written much today. I may have issues.

Any other writers not writing?

@pinkoptics, @gerec, @alaidiem, @ikeracity, @galaxyrise489

[memxriis]

           ★ || @galaxy-writter

— ¿Podrías...? — “¡Callarte!” — ¿... Guardar silencio por un minuto? — Notablemente enfadado, de algún modo el príncipe consiguió medir sus palabras y el tono de voz con el que se dirigió a la molesta fémina que lo acompañaba durante esa misión. — No necesitamos ser descubiertos — Susurró con los dientes apretados, mirándola de reojo. Se supone que el plan era organizar un ataque sorpresa, no revelarle su ubicación al enemigo antes de recibir la señal del líder para arremeter.  

[did-i-do-this-write]

Hey it's me @galaxywriter I deleted my blog because it was cluttered and I was too lazy to delete it

Fair enough! I appreciate the heads up 😆 I followed you on your new blog, hope it gives you the clean reset you were hoping for! I'm going to change your username on the participants list for the experiment right now!

This ask motivated me to write 121 words for How an Angel Gets Its Wings.

Experiment Total: 15,641

[bardic-tales]

Hey hope you are doing well. Stay hydrated

-@galaxywriter-archive

Thank you for thinking of me, Noiré. I've been drinking apple juice and orange juice, as well as eating chicken noodle soup.

[galaxygerm103]

Idk if it's valid to reblog my own shit but

BMC CS AU Ch 1

(This is Mod Galaxy, and I’m proud to post the story for this AU. It’s in the workings rn and I’ll update every time I finish a chapter)

(Word count: 1729 words)

“Beep. Beep.” Michael rolled over in bed and smacked the alarm off. Did no good. It went off again. He smacked it off the counter and wrapped the cover around himself. He was not ready to go to school. Well, he was never ready, but that was usual.

"Michael. It’s already six o’clock, you know school starts in about an hour.” He heard his mother speaking from across the door and forced his body up. She came into his room and looked at him and smiled. “You may also want to comb your hair.”

“Okay-” Michael yawned before finishing his sentence, one thing he hated doing, “-mama.” He finished. He wiped his sleep filled eyes and pushed himself off the bed. “I’ll be downstairs in a few m-minutes.” He mumbled and his mother nodded, closing the door and heading down to the kitchen.

Michael walked over to his mirror and stared at his bed-head in shock. It was nowhere near as bad as his mother made it out to be. He grabbed a comb and started pulling through the mess of curls and tangles as best he could, knowing they wouldn’t come all the way out.

He proceeded to his closet to try and find a decent outfit, grabbing his red cardigan before anything else. He finally found a striped shirt and some regular blue jeans and put them on as fast as he could.

Brushing his teeth only took two minutes and once he got downstairs he was already tired.

“M-Mornin Mama….” He mumbled, laying his head on the kitchen table.

“Michael, head off the table.” His dad was also in the room, so Michael did as told and sat up. “Better.” His mother handed him a cup, which he knew immediately was coffee.

“Thanks Mama.”

“Only the best for my baby boy.” She kissed his forehead and he smiled. At least he had a good mother, he couldn’t say that much about his father. “Also your father is gonna be driving you to school. The bus is running late and I don’t want you to be late.”

“O-Okay Mama.” Michael really did not want to ride to school with his dad, but he had no choice. If he just didn’t pay any attention to anything until he got to school, he’d be fine.

“Well we should leave now before mornin’ traffic jams our way. Michael get your shoes on.” His dad ordered and he nodded, grabbing his white converse and sliding them on.

“G'bye Mama. I’ll see you this afternoon…oh also, J-Jeremy is gonna be comin’ o-over if that’s o-okay.”

“Of course it is. You know I love Jeremy like he’s my own.” Michael nodded at his mother’s response.

“Well I don’t, but I’m going to be gone all day so do what you want. Just don’t let me come home and see you all over that tranny.” Michael turned red at the notion of even remotely being physically attentive to Jeremy, ignoring his father’s blatant transphobia.

“Papa! H-He’s my friend. You k-know I like Jenna.”

“Whatever just…just get in the car.”

“Y-Yes Papa…” Michael grabbed his backpack and made his way to the car silently, not saying a word to his father on the way.

When he got to school he made his way in with shaky breaths. His dad mentioning Jeremy’s gender really set him on ease for the day. He ignored his flushing cheeks as he tried to make his way to his locker. Fail. He walked into somebody, and kept his head down to avoid eye contact.

“I-I’m sorry I-”

“Oh it’s the Gay-ass. Turn around.” Michael knew it was Jake and he wasn’t going to try and cause a conflict so he did as told. Jake slammed him into a locker and began writing on his backpack. “You wash that off, you’re dead.” Michael bit his lip and nodded, watching as Jake walked off.

Michael ran a hand over his probably going to bruise arm, trying to help the pain through pressure. It’s gonna be one of those days. He just knew it. He made his way to class and stopped when he saw a poster on the wall. He walked over and realized it was a play sign up. He knew that would end badly, he was already saw as the school’s official “gay boy” but this would make it so much worse.

He went to walk away but heard a voice from behind him.

“Excuse me, somebody wrote uh…boyf? On your backpack.” He turned around to see his crush, Jenna Canigula, standing there curiously with wide eyes staring at him with innocence.

“Oh I uh…okay…thanks g-gotta g-go uh…bye.” He ran off and wiped his sweat away. This was just perfect. He’d never even talked to her and he just ruined any of his chances of getting to…not that he entirely minded…he didn’t even really know her anyways.

He sighed and began walking to class, hoping he’d see the day’s saving grace soon…

***

Michael sat down at his corner table in the cafeteria and didn’t even want to get up for food. He instead just tapped his foot and waited for his best friend to show up. He looked up when seeing a familiar gray bag plop on the table.

“Hey.” Jeremy stuck his tongue out(he blep-) as he sat down and Michael already felt better. “So you look like shit. Cute shit, but shit none the less. What happened?”

“Jere, w-what is a boyf?” Michael asked and Jeremy turned his bag around and lined it up with his best friend’s.

“Boyf…Riends…boyfriends…oh my God…”

“I’m NOT gay!” Michael sighed into Jeremy’s chest violently and Jeremy pushed him off.

“Keep acting like that and people are gonna think you are.” Michael looked down and Jeremy could tell he was upset at the loss of contact. The shorter male grabbed the taller male’s soft hand under the tables and smiled. “But if you were, you’d still be my best friend.”

“Thanks Jere…” Michael felt his face rushing before he remembered the letter he’d written that morning. “Oh yeah I uh..I wrote a letter for J-Jer-uh…Jenna this morning.” Jeremy listened attentively, not noticing Michael’s slip up. “I may have burned it…”

“Oh well, at least you got your feelings on paper right?”

“Yeah…b-but I wanna get them out verbally.”

“Try practicing on me then.” Jeremy smiled softly and Michael nodded, his body stiff from the amount of anxiety filling him up.

“O-Okay…”

“Like, say it as if I’m Jenna.”

“Okay I…I can close my eyes right?” Jeremy nodded and Michael closed his eyes and took a breath. “I…I find you r-really charming in a cute, h-hyperactive, dorky way. You’re a-adorable, absolutely adorable, and I-I can’t get y-you outta my h-head…I just…really like you…a lot…” Michael opened his eyes, not realizing he was holding Jeremy’s hands in his own for a few seconds. “Shit J-Jere that was…I am s-so sorry about that I…I don’t like…like you like that y-you know. Y-You know that right?

“Hey it’s okay, I know. We’re best friends and I understand that.” Jeremy smiled gently and Michael felt a little reassured. Jeremy began rambling about something he saw on tv when Michael turned to see Jenna signing up for the play. Almost without realizing it, he stood up and started walking over there. He had to at least get Jenna to befriend him…at least…then his dad would leave him alone. “Mikey what are you doin?”

“I’m g-gonna sign up for the play.”

“Oh. Okay.” Jeremy pulled a piece of paper out of his backpack and looked up at Michael, who was already halfway to the sign up sheet. He crumpled it up and threw it into a nearby trash can before hearing the word “gay” yelled at top volume by Jake.

The majority of the juniors and sophomore flocked out of the cafeteria with laughter, but Michael hadn’t moved. Jeremy stood up, grabbed his bag, and walked over to him.

“Michael?” He whispered in a soft tone, before realizing Michael was crying.

“I-I’m not…I’m n-not g-gay I…I’m not…”

“Michael.”

“D-Don’t h-hurt me please!” Michael covered his face and Jeremy gently grabbed his hands and removed them.

“Michael, breathe, it’s Jeremy, it’s just me. It’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you.” Jeremy’s voice was soft and gentle, and it was seeming to calm Michael down. “It’s okay Micha, it’s okay. C'mon, let’s get you somewhere quiet.” He grabbed Michael’s hand and led him to one of the cafeteria bathrooms, which only had three stalls, and locked the door to one.

“I-I’m not…why does e-everybody think I’m…I’m not gay. I-I like J-Je-” Sobs finally wracked Michael’s voice and breathing, which Jeremy immediately noticed.

“Michael, listen to me okay? I want you to just breathe. Can you do that?” Michael nodded and began breathing slowly. Jeremy helped regulate him with hand motions. They did this multiple times before Jeremy started again. “Good, now, I want you to list three things you see.”

“O-Okay…I see the t-toilet…I can s-see the sink o-outside the stall…and I-I see you…” Michael moved closer to Jeremy and leaned on him gently.

“Great. Now, two things you feel.”

“I-I…I feel the floor…and I-I feel your hand on my s-shoulder.” Jeremy nodded.

“Now, what can you hear?”

“You…” Michael’s voice was almost inaudible as he began nuzzling into Jeremy’s hoodie. “T-Thanks Jeremy…”

“No problem Micha, it’s in my job description as your best friend.”

“Y-You’re my only friend…” Michael mumbled softly and Jeremy felt his heart tinge.

“Well…you’re my only friend too. But hey, I always know you got my back, right?”

“Mhm…and I know t-that y-you’re always there to h-help me…” Michael smiled and Jeremy smiled back.l, using his open hand to wipe away the tears left in Michael’s eyes.

“We better get to class. Or else people are gonna think we made out in here or something like that.” Jeremy helped Michael up and the two left the bathroom, heading to their fourth block classes together, when Michael remembered he’d be staying after for the play…why did he have to sign up?

[galaxywrites]

Hi! I love your new AU! I love the incorrect quotes! May we have more incorrect quotes?

Certainly!

Kitana: Please, Jade, after everything we’ve been through together. You can’t do this.

Kitana: I���m sorry Jade.

Kitana: I’m begging you. Don’t do it.

Jade: It has to be done.

Kitana:

Jade:

Kitana:

Jade: *Places +4* Uno.

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Tomàš: It’s too early in the morning for this.

*sent at 11:57 AM*

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Jade: You’re my best friend, I would do anything for you.

Kitana: I want you to eat 3 meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Jade: Absolutely not.

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Liu Kang: Where are you going?

Tomàš: To either get ice cream or commit a felony. I'll decide on the way.

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Nightwolf: Be kind. Everyone is fighting their own battles.

Tomàš: Why would I be kind? I will be brutal and relentless and ride into battle by their side!

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*The Revenants are eating dinner*

Stryker: Can you pass the salt?

Kabal: *throws Tomàš across the table*

-

Kung Lao: We have to plan, we have to figure something out.

Liu Kang: Kung Lao, when have any of our plans ever actually worked? We plan, we get there, all hell breaks loose.

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Liu Kang: My toxic trait is that I truly believe I could win a fight against anybody if I was mad enough. You might have the strength and size, but I have the pure, unfiltered rage.

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Tomàš: What’s the dumbest thing you believed as a child?

Liu Kang: That naptime was a punishment.

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Tomàš: Self-care is suppressing all your trauma until it comes back and hits you in the face with the force of 7 very large trucks.

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Nightwolf: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?

Kitana: Literally or figuratively?

Nightwolf: I have to specify?

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Kabal: I’m Bisexual and confused.

Kabal: Not at the fact that I’m a Bisexual, I just never know what the FUCK is going on.

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Kung Lao: I have met some of the most insufferable people. But they also met me.

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Nightwolf: *Answers phone.* Hello?

Kung Lao: It's Kung Lao.

Nightwolf: What did he do this time?

Kung Lao: No, it's me, Nightwolf. It's actually me.

Nightwolf: What did you do this time?

[galaxy-parchment]

Nepotism at its Finest

I’m back on my bullshit, fellas! This time we’ve got something fun. A fic that I wrote based on another TMA AU, ‘Timeline of Theseus’, by @creativitycache.  All you need to know is Jon has been the Archivist since he was 8 because time-travel shenanigans and now Elias is his reluctant dad, I would highly suggest reading ToT if you enjoy this fic and even if you don’t. This also hasn’t been beta-read because this is spoiler-y and my usual beta-reader hasn’t listened to TMA and honestly this is pretty self-indulgent.

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Jon, despite being an Archivist for as long as he could remember, only got the ‘official’ title of Head Archivist once Gertrude finally died. He knew Jonah was the one that did it, but honestly, Jon was just glad he didn’t call in someone else to do his dirty work for once. He always hated when a random avatar barged in and somehow always left some kind of damage in their wake.

Working as an archival assistant wasn’t so bad, other than that. After a while, just to justify him hanging around the Archives all day reading statements, Jonah had given him a position as Gertrude’s assistant. Not that she ever asked him to do anything. It was just a formality.

At this point he’d given up on only reading statements that included people that were already dead. He’d take one over the newer statements, certainly, but the problem was that there’s only a certain number of people that have had supernatural experiences, and if they survived the encounter, they don’t tend to die as quickly as the ones that didn’t make it.

He still occasionally got odd flashes of things he never actually did, but it wasn’t like they had a manual about how his powers worked. Jonah just half-explained that it was probably something to do with his omniscience filling his head up with blanks that didn’t exist. The fuzziness and lack of detail certainly matched up with that theory. Just one of the perks of suddenly gaining knowledge powers at the age of 8, he supposed. At least he’d finally managed to get a grip on what exactly he Knew at random intervals. The Eye still liked to give him the odd unwarranted insight or two, but he didn’t mind all that much.

Strangely, though, he did ‘remember’ all of the assistants Jonah had chosen for him on his first day as the Head Archivist. Sasha, Tim and Martin, although for some reason Sasha didn’t look like how his ‘memories’ picture her.

—

Jon was weird, to be honest. Tim knew it the moment he walked in and saw the guy. Looked like he’d been raised by wolves then taught how to act like he was a respectable academic. Sure, he looked the part, but you could tell he didn’t care about being a ‘scholar’, he only cared about the statements.

He also obviously had some weird tension with Elias. Whenever Tim mentioned him Jon would always change the topic and refuse to acknowledge the man’s existence. He’d worked here for a while, though, probably just a standard ‘gradual resent for your boss’ scenario.

At least Tim thought that was it until Monday.

They were all in the break room, Jon included, eating their lunch, when Elias wandered in and gave them all a polite smile.

“So, Jon,” He said pleasantly, “I was wondering how you were settling in as Head Archivist.”

Jon glanced back from the coffee pot, “Doing fine, thank you…” he grumbled.

“That’s great to hear,” Tim could hear the condescending tone dripping from his voice, “I know that you’re not used to such an active role in the Archives, is all,”

“What? You don’t think I’m capable of the job? You didn’t need to give me the position you know, I can do what I need to do here without it,”

“Oh, goodness, no, you were fully deserving of the promotion,” Elias said, raising his hands in defence, a knowing smile on his face.

“And as I told you when you promoted me, theres no need to worry about me,” the archival assistants stayed silent and glanced at each other awkwardly.

Elias grimaced, “Is it really so bad that I just wanted to see how you were? I have every right to worry,” Tim didn’t know what the relationship there was, but that was definitely a weird thing for your boss to say in his books.

“Elias, I am 24 and an adult who’s been working here for a while, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself,” Jon said sternly, turning to face him with his arms crossed. Okay, that was definitely a weird thing to say. Sasha hid her face in her mug and Martin was fiddling with his hands and staring at them.

“Fine, but you know where to find me if you need anything,” Elias sighed. He turned and walked out the door.

Jon scowled for a moment, the tension in the air thick. He suddenly marched up to the door and yelled down the hall, “You’re not my father, you know!”

Tim was about to ask what the hell that was about before he heard Elias call back.

“I have paperwork that says otherwise!”

Well, that certainly explained a few things.

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The ‘break room incident’ was still a talking point among the assistants, but at this point it was mostly just Tim complaining that Sasha just didn’t get the job because of nepotism. Jon didn’t even have a degree of any kind, he just got a position as an assistant and then got the Head Archivist promotion.

Martin tried to connect with Jon, though. He’d heard about how all of the old assistants just went missing over time. That must’ve been lonely for Jon. So he brought him tea every day. Sure, Jon didn’t always drink it, but hopefully it helped him feel more comfortable with them.

He did give Martin odd looks occasionally, though, as if they’d known each other and Jon was trying to place his face. He certainly would have remembered meeting someone like Jon, though.

When he wasn’t reading statements, Jon actually came out and spoke to all of the assistants directly when he needed something, which was a bit odd. Not spooky odd, but still odd.

Jon was instructing Martin on some follow-up he would need to do at his desk when Elias made his second appearance of the month. The others stayed quiet, knowing how things went last time.

“Jon, I have some good news!” Elias said, unusually chipper.

Jon seemed unimpressed, “Do tell.”

“Peter and I are getting married!” Martin was about to congratulate him when Jon beat him to it.

“I give it three months,” he deadpanned, not taking his eyes off Elias, who seemed far less offended than Martin would have been in his situation.

“Give me some credit, Jon”

“You’re right, he never even replaced the vase he broke before the last divorce did he? Make it two.” Wait, divorce? Last divorce?

“He’s changed, really, he even said he’d actually replace it once it was official,” Elias defended. Martin spotted Tim in his peripherals jamming his face into his elbow to stifle his own laughter. Sasha had a not-so-subtle smile creeping onto her face.

“Oh, and let me guess, he also promised you he’d ‘start trying to really connect with Jon’ like he does every time, as if he doesn’t literally feed off of doing the exact opposite.”

“No, but he did-“

“No, wait, I’ve got it this time, he said that this time, he’d keep his voyages short and make more time for you!” Jon guessed, intently waiting for Elias’s response

“Yes.” He said curtly. What on earth was happening? Martin wanted nothing more than to be anywhere but this exact position, right next to both of his bosses having a family squabble.

“Let me guess, you came down here to tell me right at this moment because you need me to drive you? Of course,” Jon ran his hand flat across his head to give his hair the gelled flatness Elias’s always flawlessly maintained, “I’m Elias, I’m going to ask Jon to drive me and my fiancee to the courthouse for our tenth marriage! I can’t drive myself, though, because then Peter is going to insult my driving and then I’ll tell him that he has no place to do so since he doesn’t even have a license! Then we’re going to cancel and try again the next week!” He ranted in a tone that was obviously meant to imitate Elias.

“We’re going next Wednesday.” Elias said.

“Fine.” Jon replied without a second thought, turning back to Martin, who hadn’t realised he was holding his breath. Elias silently turned and headed out of the Archives.

The room was silent for a moment. Sasha spoke up first.

“Did you say tenth time?” She asked incredulously.

“Yes, and that’s only the legal ones. I’ve seen them ‘get married’ one night and the next they’ll swear vengeance on each other. Peter gives excellent Christmas presents, though, what with the insurmountable wealth.”

Tim barked out the laugh he was suppressing, “Jon, I just really want you to know, that is the funniest thing I’ve witnessed in my life, thank you,"

--

For the record I’ve changed a few rules of how the whole Jon situation works and I mostly just took the concept of adult Jon and Elias father-son dynamic and sprinted with it.

[galaxygerm103]

Body(BMC One Shot)

(Word count: 805)

(Warning: forced bulimia)

(This is not Boyf Riends, and this is post Be More Chill 3.0 and only 3.0)

Michael stood outside the Heere household, waiting for a response to his knock. When he didn't get one, he knocked again, louder. Still no response.

"Screw it." He pulled the key Jeremy had given him out of his pocket and unlocked the door. He knew Jeremy's dad wasn't home but he knew Jeremy was because the upstairs light had been on. He made his way up, walking towards Jeremy's end hall bedroom. "Jeremy? Hello?"

Upon entering the primarily blue room, Michael saw no sign of Jeremy. Guess he wasn't up here either. Michael got up and went to go back outside to his PT Cruiser when he heard toilet flushing and what sounded like somebody throwing up. He removed his headphones and headed to the upstairs bathroom slowly, opening the door with hesitance.

When it opened, he saw Jeremy practically laying on the toilet, drops of food running down his chin and plopping in the brown toilet water.

"Jeremy?" Michael asked softly, startling Jeremy in the process. "You okay buddy?"

"Oh uh I-I'm f-fine, j-just uh...little s-sick is all." Jeremy stammered out, signaling that he was not okay.

"You're a bad liar, you know that?" Michael sat down next to him, ignoring the contents inside the toilet. "Anyways, what's wrong?"

"I-I just ate the wrong food is all." Fair enough, Michael could say from experience that when food didn't settle well he would throw it up.

"Oh well, what'd you eat then? Knowing you it was probably something really gross like pineapple pizza." Jeremy ignored that obvious joke and leaned against the toilet slightly.

"I don't mean the food didn't settle w-well, Michael, I mean I ate something I shouldn't."

"Is this one of your Jewish food restrictions?"

"No! I-I ate something that'll give me fat!" Jeremy yelled out, curling into a ball afterwards. Michael stared in shock at his best friend, feeling awful knowing he did...this. "I'm sorry for y-yelling I just-"

"Don't apologize, just...c'mere." Michael held an arm out and Jeremy found his way into it, sinking himself into the warmth. "Why'd you…"

"The uh...T-The Squip made me...w-while it was still active that is, it s-said I needed to uh...fix my body...guess the h-habit never died…" Jeremy muttered, and Michael ran a hand up and down Jeremy's back, tracing his spine softly.

"It's okay, the Squip is gone. Sure it may not be dead, but it can't force you to do harmful things. Now we need to get something in your system." Michael stood up, keeping his hand out for Jeremy to himself up with.

"I…okay…" Jeremy didn't argue. He knew Michael was right, and that he needed food in his system, and it had been awhile since he'd eaten anything and stomached it all the way.

He went into the kitchen behind Michael, who'd prompted just making Jeremy a simple sandwich and a cup of chocolate milk. He'd be able to eat that.

"And there you go. Now you just gotta eat it." Michael handed the plate to Jeremy, who sat down and stared at it. He knew it wouldn't hurt him, that it couldn't him, but he didn't want to eat it. "You gonna eat it?"

"Jeremy you know if you eat anything against what I advised you're going to gain fat again. And then you'll be ugly. Do you really wanna be ugly?" Jeremy held his head and took in heavy breathes.

"Jeremy is...is it acting up?" Michael knew when Jeremy held his head that the Squip was talking to him, and lucky for them both he always had extra Mountain Dew Red on him.

"I'm fine...It's not like i-it can hurt me...now...I'm gonna eat this." Jeremy held the sandwich up and forced himself to take a bite.

"Okay, now just cover your mouth so you don't try and spit it out, alright?" Jeremy did as told, and forced the food down, eventually swallowing. "You're doin' good Jere, you're doin' great." Michael gently pat Jeremy's back as he ate. He took a few more bites, forcing each down slowly but surely.

"Jeremy you know this isn't gonna help you."

'Shut up.' Jeremy thought as he took the last bite and downed part of the chocolate milk. He smiled. He did that. He just did that.

"You feelin' better?"

"Y-Yeah."

"You wanna go play Apocalypse of the Damned now?" Michael asked and Jeremy nodded, standing up and leading the way to his room. He hadn't had any kind of good food in so long that he had a wide smile on his face from just the sandwich.

He didn't even think about puking it up, instead, he focused on playing the game with Michael, because why should he worry what others think of his body if he's happy with it?

[galaxywrites]

Liu Kang:(gathering Kabal and Tomás) I gathered you both here to work this out. Tomás apologize to Kabal for what you said and Kabal you apologize to Tomás for hanging him in the tree.

Tomás: I already did.

Kabal: What the fuck, no you didn't??

Tomáš: I did.

Kabal: All you said was some swear?

Liu Kang, exasperated while looking over at Tomáš: Tomáš, what did you say to him

Tomáš: Duìbùqǐ

Kabal: See!

Liu Kang: ... That means 'I'm sorry' in Chinese, Kabal. He did apologize to you.

Kabal: ...

Kabal, clicking his tongue: Tommy, I owe you an apology for hanging you in a tree. I'm sorry.

Tomáš: Forgiven. And please never call me that again

[galaxywrites]

Tomás:(reading)

Kabal:(entered with Stryker)

Tomás: Hey guys.

Stryker: Hi!

Kabal:(ignored him and went about his business)

Tomás: Is he still that upset over a mask?

Stryker: Your reaction wasn't really... uh, "nice."

Tomáš: And I thought I was the petty one

Kabal: *completely ignoring the Lin Kuei* assassin

Tomáš, rolling his eyes: duìbùqǐ

Kabal: What did you just say to me?

Tomáš: :)

Kabal: Listen here you little shit—

(He actually just said 'I'm sorry' in Chinese, but they won't find that out until Kabal or Stryker tell Kung Lao or Liu Kang what they said)

[galaxywrites]

Kabal:(sipping on a soda)

Tomás: Kabal can you explain to me...um... what a Pokémon is?

Kabal:(calmly putting his soda down) Very well... but it's a lot.

Tomàš is not good at staying still, but he sits through hours and hours of Kabals explanation of Pokémon. Until he eventually caves and falls asleep against Kabal's shoulder.

The next week some Pokémon cards show up in Tomàš' room.

[galaxywrites]

Personally I love my chaotic found family troupe. Can you describe each of them?

Hopefully I do this right and understood the ask anon 👍 My little ramble thoughts have also been put here for the kast.

Liu Kang ❪ 🔥 ❫ the new emperor of the dead. It was Liu Kang's idea for them to stay, and be the kind of people that the citizens of the Netherrealm would aspire to follow. He is still bitter over Raiden and the mistakes that led to all of them being killed, but it is more simmering now that Quan Chi's magic isn't amplifying it.

Kitana ❪ 💙 ❫ the empress of the dead and one of two new rulers of the Netherrealm. She spent a lot of time considering what kind of leader she wanted to be, and heavily relies on counsel to make any major decisions. However, she is protective of each and every person that is among her subjects. She's gotten into so many fights over defending her friends' honor, it's not even funny.

Jade ❪ 💚 ❫ Kitana’s right hand in decision making. She can usually be found sparring with Tomàš, though those two are usually found together. She and Tomàš have formed a bond almost akin to siblings, with her acting as an older sister to him most days. ... She makes a lot of staff/bo puns.

Nightwolf ❪ 🐺 ❫ the peace keeper of the group. The unofficial dad of this group of trauma bonded adults, some with more trauma then they have time to unpack. He has personally gotten them all a therapist because, dear god, do all of them need one. Some more than others. Wise advice is common to hear from him, and he's probably the third oldest of the group, other than Kitana and Jade, I imagine he would have been in his early to mid forties by the time he died.

Kabal ❪ 🪽 ❫ think of him as like, the news person in the Netherrealm. Kabal goes from city to city, town to town in the Netherrealm to spread the latest news due to his super speed. Due to the revenants still being technically dead, I don't think he needs his mask, but more so he wears it so he doesn't scare anyone.

Stryker ❪ 👮 ❫ Kurt usually goes to the nearest village and helps out the Netherrealmer children. He also helps out with farmers, and has taken an interest in how plant life grows in the Netherrealm. He always has something to talk Kabal's ear off when the man returns to the castle. [He's enjoying the domestic life.]

Tomàš ❪ 🩶 ❫ while he doesn't have an official role in terms of he isn't either of the rulers right hands, Tomàš can usually be found around Jade, Nightwolf, or Kitana, or on very rare occasions, making neck jokes with Kung Lao. But occasionally, he'll disappear into the depths of the Netherrealm to find and speak to the old members of the Lin Kuei. (He has even roped/bribed Bi-Han into doing odd jobs for the castle.) In the early days of the group trying to help the Netherrealm, Tomàš is very reserved as he actually doesn't know any of them that well, and the first person he opened up to was Jade. Also I just feel like he's a bit feral, so there's also that... ++ He has caught the attention of many Netherrealm inhabitants who recognize that he is an enenra. He's basically been dubbed as everyone's little brother at this point.

++ Enenra is also present here. But they are more so a background force apart of Tomàš' character. But I've written them as more of a protective force that only kicks in when Tomàš' life is in danger. Given the fact that Enenra was born/created from when Tomàš died as a child, I feel that they really only want what is best for Tomàš, and only takes over his body when they feel Tomàš needs their protection. If killing is necessary to protect the boy (he isn't a boy anymore), then so be it.

Kung Lao ❪ 👒 ❫ Liu Kang's right hand. Very rarely does he leave Liu Kang's side, but when he does, you can usually find him around the castle. Honestly? The only person that has since made it to Earthrealm to troll Raiden, and reassure Kung Jin that he and everyone else is doing fine. (He went back and ripped his family a new one for kicking Jin out, though.) Kung Lao.. has a terrible habit of making neck jokes and causing Smoke to laugh his ass off at them, because they were both killed in the same manner. It's funny for them, but Nightwolf is concerned.

There is also a little shipping in this au 🤏 but not much.