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Rex deserves a raise. Rex deserves to be paid. Please pay him.

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Question. Why are so many people suddenly following me? Where did you all come from??? Why are you here???

(I’m not complaining I’m just confused)

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My friend created my sleep paralysis demon.

The snack that smiles back but ominous

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You motion calmly at the log seat across from you. The woods had never presented you with such a strange visitor, and in fact a small pool of fear settled in your stomach at the sight of the odd being, but grandmother had said it enough times,

"around our fire no one is a stranger."

The beings glowing eyes gazed upon the dying embers and they seemed to settle into a calm and hearth-like light.

"Tell me your tale stranger," you inquire.

"My tale is one of woe."

"Tell me anyhow. Woe is meant to be shared. One heart alone should not bear it's burden."

"You are kind young human. Very well. I will tell you my tale. I was once beautiful," the being explained.

"I should think you are beautiful now," you respond.

The being nodded thoughtfully.

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder," they agreed.

"But I was once strong, and young. I was once powerful enough to shake the earth. I had boundless energy and spirit."

"What happened?" You ask.

"I grew old in my years of adventure. There were days when I thought my time here endless, and now I have strength enough to sit by dying fires and rest, and that is all. I do miss my youth," the being explained sadly.

"You still long for adventure?" You ask.

"I long for adventure the way the the trees long for rain in the summer. The way a bird longs to be home in its nest, and the way a weary traveler longs for a small fire to rest beside."

"Let us mourn then," you say.

"Mourn?"

"Let us mourn for the loss of youth. The way the spirit of adventure deteriorates with our muscles and bones, for our wild hearts will greatly miss our legs obeying it's command to run."

"A great loss indeed," the being agreed.

"But let us also welcome what we have gained, " you remind the being.

"What is that?"

"Though your adventures have come to an end, you have gained a quiet and safe place to rest. And a friend," you add thoughtfully.

"You're right. These are worthwhile rewards. Perhaps, if it wouldn't be a terrible grievance, I could tell you of my adventures."

"Come and visit my fire as often as you please," you agree.

And the being does. Every night they return and tell you of a new adventure, and every night you listen. Some nights, the fire seems bright and fierce, and the tales are daring and dangerous. Other nights, the fire is small and calm and the being tells you of the most beautiful places they've seen.

One night, the being does not come at all. The fire is nothing more than glowing coals as you sit and wait. Soon enough, the fire dies. You go inside to your warm house, hoping the being will visit tomorrow.

But the being does not come the next night either. And the night after that, and the next you sit alone at the fire. Eventually you come to think the being had moved on to some other fire, or adventure.

You wait one more night though. Just in case.

It's lucky you do because the being shows up. Their glowing eyes are dimmer than the coals between the two of you.

"I thought I wouldn't see you again," you tell them.

"I'm sorry I've been away, there was one last adventure that I needed to have."

"Tell me about it," you say.

The being breathes in deeply, and you notice how worn they look. The being begins to speak, it's raspy voice worse for wear. You could tell now, having talked to them so many nights.

The being told you how it visited all the places it had ever been, to say goodbye, and all the friends it had ever met to say hello one more time.

"I'm glad I was able to return one last time, for the end of my life in drawing near. But I fear the spirit of my stories and adventures will die with me. Such wonders I encountered, and such meaning I discovered about love and companionship. The will leave from the world when the light leaves from my eyes."

You think for a moment, sharing in the beings woe and grief for the loss of their existence. You contemplate the safety of your fire, and the nearness of your house.

The warm lights from inside have always called you in once the fire died out.

But perhaps...

"I will tell your stories," you offer.

"To who? It is only we who share your small fire."

"To anyone I can find, out in the greater world."

The being smiles softly.

"Hold me while the fire dies, my friend."

You hold them.

The being whispers how they will be with you on your every journey. They will be the light of your torch in a dark tunnel. The warmth of the fire on a cold night. The stars in the sky, guiding your way, and the depth of the woods to entice you onwards.

As the being promises this to you, they begin to fade into the sky like smoke from the logs. Their eyes fade like the shivering coals and their voice slips into no more than the whisper of the wind blowing by.

The wind takes with it your fire, and for a moment you are alone in the cold, beneath the icy stars.

You turn and see the warm lights of your house. They're inviting, and friendly, and lit with comfort.

You turn towards the dark woods before you. Wind whistles through its canopy. It's dark, and foreign.

Yet, as you look into the unknown there's something very familiar to you. There's a familiarity in the stars in the sky, guiding your way and in the depth of the woods enticing you onwards.

With that, you step forward, and feel the fire inside you roar to life. Beautiful, young and full of spirit, and strong enough to shake the earth.

You are sitting outside your house, enjoying the dying embers of the campfire when two glowing eyes open to stare at you. “ Greetings, ” it rasped, “ may I share your fire tonight?”

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He wasn't even trying to do it, honest he wasn't. Thoughts just weren't the same in his head as the were for everyone else. ADHD just didn't lend itself to mind reading.

The interrogator felt a migraine forming behind his eyes. The boys thoughts were not conducive to mind reading in the slightest. All his half baked thoughts and tangents was like trying to unraveled several pairs of earbuds from one another, and yes they were all playing different songs. The inside of his head sounded a bit like this.

My memory is terrible, I might not even be able to remember what I was doing for an alibi. People always joke about bad memory by saying they can't remember what they ate for breakfast. Did I have breakfast? My stomach feels like it had breakfast. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks. Why is that in my head again? Oh yeah I did have breakfast, that song was playing while I ate this morning. Eggs. Eggs are weird if you think about it. What came first the chicken or the egg. Phoenixs are just fantasy chickens. With the pumped up kicks, better run better run. Outrun my gun. I like guns. I've been shooting before. Oh right. The shooting. I needed an alibi for that. Alibi sounds like another language. Man I was so bad at Spanish.

"Stop! Just stop. You were just thinking about an alibi. Give it to me."

Oh yeah. The boys brain seemed to drift back on track and the interrogator heaved a sigh of relief.

"I don't know what I was doing today. I had breakfast though."

I should have lunch soon. It's been awhile since breakfast hasn't it? How much time has passed since breakfast and being interrogated? Oh yeah, interrogation. Never thought that would happen to me. I feel like I'm in a spy movie. Ohhh I love spy movies.

The boys brain started playing a spy movie in excruciating detail.

The interrogator stood up in exasperation. He was sure the this boy had not committed the murder. The murder was carefully planned and meticulous. This boy was anything but.

"Oh yeah, I was cleaning my room because I had homework I needed to do."

'You're free to go."

As a psychic interrogator you’ve seen many people do many things to resist you reading their mind. Some use pain, some try to Marshall their thoughts, some even repeat a word or mantra ad nauseam. For the first time you’re shocked at how someone did it.

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"BE NOT AFRAID, I'm here to help answer your prayer blah blah blah, some sort of disclaimer for heaven, uhhh that's all I remember. What do you want?"

"You're an angel?"

The demon, er ... ascended demon, shrugged.

"I'm close enough."

"I think I should like a real angel. I'm a devoted follower of the old religion.

"Sweetheart we've modernized."

"Modernized?"

"You think the old religion would let demons like me ascend?"

"Y-youre a demon?"

"Ascended demon, technically. I'm a little offended that I wasn't considered to stay below but apparently there was an issue with branding. Demons just aren't as scary as they used to be and angels are actually massive crybabies about long hours. Jokes on them though, these hours have been a dream compared to the shifts I worked in Hell."

"I - what? I just want a regular angel to bless my newborn. I don't know what you're supposed to be but I demand to see a real angel or I demand to see a higher diety."

The demon suddenly remembered why he'd gone to Hell in the first place. Customer service tested a patience that few had.

"Look, normally I would set you on fire, but I just ascended last week and the hours and pay are a lot better top side so I'll make you a deal. I'll give your child a very special blessing if you agree not to tell anyone. You should be rewarded for your devotion or something like that."

The human contemplated for a moment.

"What blessing can you offer?"

"Business sense, confident personality, wealth, sex appeal, large appetite, skilled at revenge. Any of your basic seven sins that give you an edge in this world."

"You want to give my child sin?"

"I want to give your child power. It'll be fine. Even if he goes go to Hell, demons can ascend now anyway."

"I accept this offer."

"Very well, I bless your child with wrath."

Everyone’s heard of the fallen angels, but you are the first ascended demon.

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The clones get into trouble and the commanders wrote a rulebook to keep their boys in check

Comedy and crack. Vine vibes. Meme vibes. Incorrect quote vibes.

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Hey all! Check out this fanfic I’m writing with another AO3 author. It follows the timeline of the MCU and has all that good found family/romance. Just some good domestic 2012 avengers because we totally didn’t get enough of it.

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It’s not my tiktok but it’s a fucking thicc ass file and I’m posting it to share it with my friend and then deleting it lmao

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Jo*n W*lker: I've been having a bad day

Sam: we don't care

Bucky: yeah that sounds like the definition of somebody else's problem

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Steve: remember citizen, if you're eyes aren't on the road the rest of you soon will be

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When you knock Bucky over plums fly everywhere like goddam Sonics rings you can't change my mind

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The Falcon and the Winter Soldier trailer + @ao3tagoftheday

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Chapter three is up y’all :)

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Soulmate Theory - Chapter 2 - Nova (NovaShifter15) - Marvel Cinematic Universe [Archive of Our Own]

CHAPTER 2 FOLKS

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HAHAHA DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE WE GO.

If you dm me with suggestions, i might take em. Jus sayin

au where sam and bucky get trapped in a bunch of different romcoms wandavision style i dont care how they got there but they are in there and they are kissing each other on the mouth

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Im doing it. No one is stopping me. Follow 4 updates, same username on AO3

au where sam and bucky get trapped in a bunch of different romcoms wandavision style i dont care how they got there but they are in there and they are kissing each other on the mouth