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wcbhcad‌.

‘ you got it , you piece of … butt . ’ @oncmanarmy

“a piece of butt,” he responded, his eyebrows furrowing as he repeated the phrase, not entirely sure what his friend meant by it. “thanks for noticing it,” he responded with a laugh, playfully nudging gunnar in the shoulder, “i’ve really been focusing on that area at the gym,” he added, unable to contain his laughter at the silliness of the situation. they both knew that benjamin hardly spent time at the gym, and when he did, his backside was the least of his worries. “i’ve gotta make sure it looks good in the suit.”

that is not what he meant, not at all, not at all, but --- then again, since when was gunnar ever a wordsmith, an expert at communicating himself? it’s not that he’s not able to string words together, it’s more that this is not the ideal scenario to do so logically. not when ben smiles at him like --- that. so he smiles in return, answering laughter with his own giggle, the sound of it bubbling with nervous energy more than anything else. “what gym --- the jungle gym?” the silliness of their joking takes at least some of gunnar’s edge off.

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nataliahowlett.

There’s a soft giggle filling the atmosphere between them — loving a good pun as she listens to him. “Cheesy, but that’s a good one.” She doesn’t forget to clap too before stuffing her own face with an apple slice. “You’ll have to teach me one of your tricks sometime.” She points out with the half-eaten slice before she gently tosses it into her mouth. 

the bow he gives at her claps is more silly than anything, still just having a good time. at her words, he shrugs, waving his hands between them as he swallows his bite. “oh, you know. bit of this,” a gust of air travels between them, illustrating his powers. “bit of that. practice makes perfect!” he’s smiling at her, reaching for another piece to give her. “here, i’ll help. toss it up and i’ll bring it down.” 

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ofempyreans.

the gauze found its way back into her personal first aid kit, packed away until such a time as it would be needed - and one thing for sure was that with the day in it, it would be used. trixie considered herself, as someone who’d managed not to get injured in the chaos, one of a lucky few. a lot of people had gotten caught in a situation they couldn’t help, especially as there’d been so many people who “lost” their powers, only to end up turning them onto unsuspecting peers. she and gunnar would have their work cut out for them, and the peace was temporary. that much was certain. “that was probably for the better. it was all a bit nuts, and i think…- easier to into bother,” if the fact they were still sat there said anything, it was that. “yeah? and they were okay? - you’ve got… what- a sister? and your dad, right?” was their mom around? or was it the other way around? trixie couldn’t be sure. “i walked around with my wings out, thinking that they were gone, so… not so good. but i’m sure it could’ve been worse.”

“i didn’t get far,” gunnar admits sheepishly. “i’ve got four siblings, yeah. the littler ones were at my dad’s house so--- they were more than okay. i went looking and found my dad and he was --fine.” though he’d brought it up, he didn’t want to elaborate on his interaction with his dad so he gratefully accepts the change of topic. “oh, could you not see them? that sounds a bit silly.”  he wonders for a second if she’ll take offense to being called silly, so he tries to amend--- “... and weird. it was all so weird last night. my sister told me she spent the day speaking in old english. about my granddad old.” he’s rolling his eyes and smiling, a little sad he couldn’t hear it in person. “so everyone had a unique night, i guess you could say.” 

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❝ some garbage is okay. ❞ // @petriichvr

“mum! come off it.” he scrunches his nose softly, a sort of childishness overtaking him at his mother’s words. he’d only called supposed ‘classic’ books garbage --- gunnar didn’t much understand why he’d had to read 1984 in college. “there has to have been some assigned reading you disliked, too!” he frowns a little as he speaks, ever so expressive, “i didn’t much like any of the books i had to read for college. not that one or any shakespeare.”

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nataliahowlett‌.

Natalia was snacking a lot lately, but she doesn’t mind. She brought some healthy snacks with her this time mostly, but that doesn’t mean it won’t be good. It was just the craving she had when she left. She smiles as she looks down at the spread between them, and then looking up at her friend. “I do try to be a legend on occasion. We’re both the best. Reverse picnic — better because there’s no bugs or people bothering us.” 

“mm-hmm!” he can barely articulate around the food he’s already stuffed into his mouth, hands sticky with fruit. a noisy swallow later and he’s nodding enthusiastically. “sounds like the dream picnic. we’re making dreams come true!” gunnar smiles widely and throws a piece of apple into the air, catching it with his mouth effortlessly. “how about them apples?”

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I’m at the doctor office and this baby keeps yelling “I want donow” (mcdonalds) and the big brother (I assume) said “all the mcdonalds burnt down, there’s no more mcdonalds”

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ofempyreans‌.

* closed task starter for / @oncmanarmy !

“this makes a change.” there wasn’t much of a break in people for her to get a word in - but the minute that there was, trixie took full advantage. it was nice to see gun under the current circumstances, even if THEY weren’t so good ( a lot of people had managed to hurt themselves, in the chaos, and even more had managed to hurt others ). made a difference to the usual, at least. “can you hand me that gauze, there, please?-” she motioned to one of the rolls, absently packing unused equipment away as her volume dropped, a bit, and she continued with the smallest of smiles, “all that i know ‘bout you considered, i’m surprised you’re not one of my patients.” 

being a medic’s assistant was turning out more work than gunnar ever anticipated. the realization also came on the heels of simply seeing how many people had gotten injured in the wake of the mist’s effects --- and just how lucky he’d been during them. sure, he wouldn’t consider his father forgetting his existence lucky but --- he shakes off the memory, focusing on trixie, on her words. he passes the gauze without much delay, shrugging slightly. “for me, at least, it wasn’t an eventful night. i didn’t see much action, given the lockdown.” he skirts the mention of feeling so scared he felt faint at times and relents a little, giving it to her. “well, i did leave the lockdown after, trying to find my family. it went alright.” another shrug, an avoidant one this time before he clears his throat, asking, “well? how was your night, then?”

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nataliahowlett‌.

Natalia watches the view below them, glad for having someone to share experiences like this with. She kicks her own feet back and forth a little too, breathing in the fresh air that she was thankful for getting warmer. Her eyes look over at her friend while a giggle of her own slips out. “The idea of everyone shoulder sitting is pretty cute actually.” She admits with a a sigh. “I hope so. Oh! I brought snacks.” She says as she pulls something out of her bag. “Here.”

“snacks!” quite like him to ignore everything and barrel through to focusing on food. it’s a few apple slices, an unpeeled orange --- healthy things. not gunnar’s favorite but he wouldn’t say no to any of it --- and he doesn’t show a hint of being discouraged as he takes the food from her. “you’re the best! absolute legend! coming in with the rooftop snacks!” gunnar gives a goofy shake of his shoulders which some could categorize as happy-dancing. he then scoots over a little, making room between them so they can spread out and share the food. “it’s like a picnic, isn’t it? reverse picnic.”

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❝ you said some mean things about me, but i believe in myself. ❞ // @jeezperseus

anger burns quick under his skin and he cannot help the disbelieving scoff that leaves him as percy speaks. gunnar really shouldn’t get so worked up over a few words, but percy just---has that effect on him. “i’m not apologizing for what i said.” he knows he should walk away, leave well enough alone but where’s the fun in that? “and it’s great that you do because someone has to, after nineteen years. the one exception.” 

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❝ what do you think people did before ladders? ❞ // @nataliahowlett​ // still accepting!

a giggle comes to gunnar’s lips, the irony of the question not lost on him as they perch a few stories above the street on an otherwise inaccessible roof. their powers, though different in appearance, afforded the both of them a freedom to explore high up and hard to reach places. gunnar swings his feet off the edge of the building, smiling small. “i don’t know, shoulder-sitting perhaps? get a friend to help and if they can’t, sounds like the cave wall isn’t getting painted.” he glances at her, smile widening at his own joke before he looks back at the horizon. “maybe there were people like us back then.”

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gunnar --- winston --- steve

The Eric Andre Show rp starters

warning: some nsfw

❝ what do you think people did before ladders? ❞

❝ fuck this, that shit is just gonna be broken. ❞

❝ do you have a friendly car? one that talks? ❞

❝ i don’t trust like that. ❞

❝ you want to see my genitals? that’s not okay. ❞

❝ so, what are you gonna do, man? …….. in general. ❞

❝ why would you say something so controversial yet so brave? ❞

❝ what is this mickey mouse bullshit i see before my very eyes? ❞

❝ what in the goddamn hell you talking about? ❞

❝ we usually protect but today we servin‘. ❞

❝ you wanna hit this ranch? ❞

❝ you wanna 69? i’m down to be penetrated, dude. ❞

❝ can you just get the fuck away from me and leave me alone? ❞

❝ cheers, i’ll drink to that, bro. ❞

❝ i’m gonna jet on my sick new hoverboard. ❞

❝ you’re being like a narc right now. you’re being so narcoleptic. ❞

❝ you’re pretty mellow, dude. you shop at whole foods? ❞

❝ y’all pay taxes or are you guys straight off the grid? ❞

❝ ladies and gentlemen, i have some bad news. ❞

❝ i did not get the job at froot loops. ❞

❝ my body is now your communion. ❞

❝ in about two seconds i’ll be up in heaven eating spaghetti with jesus and ronald reagan. ❞

❝ why are you booing me? i’m right. ❞

❝ pretzels is the same. ❞

❝ what if it was purple? ❞

❝ WACK. ❞

❝ i don’t need my meds anymore! ❞

❝ i’m free for the first fucking time! ❞

❝ this is the face of a happy person!

❝ hey. hey, [x], look at me. …. bitch. ❞

❝ if you see a knife, go away from it. ❞

❝ some garbage is okay. ❞

❝ so, michael jackson? he hasn’t been in the news too much lately. ❞

❝ hahaha. this sucks, man. ❞

❝ where do you stand on the issues? all of them. all of the issues. ❞

❝ oh, i’m saying it! ❞

❝ why don’t you fucking take off your shirt if you’re such a fucking tough guy? ❞

❝ you said some mean things about me, but i believe in myself. ❞

❝ so… bitches be shopping! ❞

❝ can i get in the band? ❞

❝ you gotta support the troops. ❞

❝ we gotta talk more about this band. uh, first things first… i quit the band. ❞

❝ i’m not on the daily show, i’m on myspace. ❞

❝ i want you to have sex with my wife. ❞

❝ coachella sucks this year. ❞

❝ cops don’t give a shit anymore. ❞

❝ i’m saving my virginity for divorce. ❞

❝ do you believe in society’s lies? ❞

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ofichvr‌.

“ dad ? “ vidar looks at the UNFAMILIAR boy - not knowing that the boy is his own SON. he’d admit that he looks a lot like his second eldest , gunnar. but gunnar was so much younger than the boy before him. “ you must have me confused for someone else , my kids are all CHILDREN. my eldest is only eleven. “ 

his steps slow as he listens to his father, coming to a stop only a few feet from him. there’s a despair that washes over gunnar, emotions crashing into him as he struggles for words. “no. no, you’re my dad. i’m your son. you can’t, don’t,” he can’t help how his voice sounds, quick and heavy with panic. “you have to remember me. please, please remember me. i’m your son, i’m gunnar---” helpless fingers claw at his own chest, identifying himself to his own father. voice barely a whisper as he says, “i’m gunnar.”

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Me tryna pass the time with an Aries

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danielthorson‌.

‘  oh god, um… oh my god, i fucking hate this.  ’ @oncmanarmy

“well, i don’t think math was intended to be enjoyable,” he managed to say it with a laugh, though it pained him greatly to utter such a sentence. daniel loved math, he loved the feeling that came with solving a particularly complex problem. but he realized that not everyone shared his sentiment, gunnar in particular demonstrating a difficulty understanding it. what did upset the blond, however, was his inability to make math easier, the more time that passed, the more it upset him. “is there anything i can do to make it simpler?” he questioned, arching an eyebrow as he looked at the other male. “should i do another sample problem?”

“fuck,” gunnar leans back in his chair to punctuate the sentiment. “well, fuck. i think maybe math and i aren’t meant to be friends.” he shifts again, leaning onto the mess of papers. “why do i even need to know math? calculators exist!” he lets his head drop onto the table a bit melodramatically. “i don’t understand,” gunnar finishes with feeling, letting the sentiment allude both to the math problem in front of him and to his apparent need to master such a skill to pass his first year at university.

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onelcved‌.

 ‘ oh no,   i’m always like this – ‘  melody admitted,  hence the handkerchief, emergency snacks, and tissues, always present in her small little handbag.’ are you not feeling okay? oh that’s the worst, i mean, even if you’re just stressed out … that’s not good either,’ she slips down the wall next to gunnar, scrunching up the end of her dress around her.   ‘ whatever it is you’re feeling,   you can tell me. it’s okay. ‘ 

she seems like a balm in this troubled time for him, a presence to soothe his frayed nerves. nodding, gunnar curls into himself even more, knees pressed flush to his chest. “i’m, i feel-- scared. and i do--n’t know why. i don’t know what’s happening to me. i don’t--- i don’t get sca--red---” he cuts himself off by hiding himself in the handkerchief for a moment, trying to pass the action off as if he’s drying his tears. “something’s wrong here. that--- that fog---”

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sorcerernikox‌.

“Ah, alright?” Niko looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. The last time they had met, Gunnar didn’t exactly come out of that altercation looking the same as he did before. Granted, now Niko thought the year was one prior so he has no memory of this. “You have me confused with someone else, I don’t know you.”

if gunnar had been more in his right mind, he would have recognized at least some genuine question in niko voice. as it stands, he only wavers for a second as the other speaks. his stance visibly loosens before he doubles down, teeth clenched. “like hell! don’t play mind games w--with me!” despite his words, gunnar starts trembling. “y--you think i don’t recognize you just because you gave me a concussion? i know who you are!”