#THIS IS BUT A SPEC...AND THATS HORRIFYING

[twigs-sprigs]

Hey! Just stumbled onto your art and I love it! Super interested in your Post Apocalypse AU! And after seeing your most recent post on PA Lloyd, I got a question. How did Lloyd end up getting forced to join the heroes? What lead to it? What’s keeping him there? Thank you!

awaaw!! thank you so much! well, okay, so! this whole thing was made with @shadesofvermillionvoid :D let's do this tw// self harm, betrayal, panic attacks, technically kidnapping,

after harumi reveals herself as having been the quiet one, working against gb this entire time, as now she finally has enough power to "dethrone" him. gb makes an escape. and ends up going to the only people who he thinks could... maybe help? they're heroes, right? they gotta... do *something.* so, before i talk about this more, i gotta explain that this whole time, gb has had a "human disguise" form, this is a thing that spreads to all of me and @shadesofvermillionvoid 's other aus, but in this one, the human form looks like this

he's been using this form a lot before harumi's big reveal, to trick the heroes, posing as an innocent kid who's always stuck in situations like this, a kid who's stuck in gb's gang and gives them "inside information" of couse, it's false, only made to lead the heroes astray when he shows up at the heroes doorstep (at 4 am, mind you), after like... days of living on the streets as a runaway. he shows up like this, hoping to maybe trick them into helping him again. but, the stress of having just lost everything he thought he had, proves to be too much on him. and as kai lets him in his form crumbles right in front of everyone.. revealing, well... their worst enemy. standing right there. in the middle of wu's teashop

so hes not doing so hot...

that's an understatement. but his form crumbling and just the stress and everything leads to him going into a panic attack, attacking everybody with his power. making a huge huge mess. and he won't stop. kai tells everybody else except for him and zane to leave the room, which they do. but zane ends up having to sedate gb using a solution he made using vengestone. putting a stop to gb's outburst... temporarily. gb just gets put to sleep while the heroes figure out what the hell is going on. during his outburst, gb lets it out that harumi's been working against him this entire time, that she's the quiet one. that he's just trying to warn them. and that she Will come looking for him, because he's the only source of power that she's got. and when she runs out of her current supply of energy from him. it's all over. the heroes tie him up and lock him in a closet while they figure out what to do from here. when gb comes to, he has a chat with zane about everything, zane making sure gb is not lying to them. that he's just scared. he's terrified. zane's never seen him like this. gb's had enough of being tied up, so he uses the last of his power to escape, and make a HOLE through the door, trying to attack the heroes AGAIN. but then the vengestone takes effect, and his powers die out, for now, which makes him crumble back down and faint. so the heroes decide to keep him with them. forcefully if they have to. they're like. man this kid's got some issues actually... zane was already attached to him in a way from his time working undercover in his gang. and kai well..kai is reconsidering a lot of things. the heroes decide that if harumi will be looking for him, the teashop is too obvious of a place to look in, so they decide to move bases to zane's apartament, where it's a little safer. gb wakes up again, exteremly weak, see in our headcannons, if you were to take away or stop lloyd's power from working, lloyd becomes really physically weak, because his power plays a lot in his body being able to function properly. so gb can't really do anything as long as his power is supressed. but gb's never lost his power before, which leads to him freaking out again, really bad, the light on his chest going red and beeping. he ends up breaking it just to make it shut up. kai and zane help him through it.. but everyone's just really shaken as gb is resing from his wounds and being powerless and a pathetic wet cat, he actually gets to spend some time with whoever is guarding his room so he doesnt escape at the time. and everyone gets a sense of how mentally broken this kid is.. well they all get attached and wanna see him get better in some way... and well.. they all find ways to help him start to heal.. from... everything. until the final fight, where gb makes a HUGE sacrifice, i won't go into much detail in this post but do tell if you wanna know more HUDWKDW but yeah. he doesn't really get a choice, but staying with the heroes... helped him. a lot.

[hazshit-hotel-hater]

A transgender genderfluid gay character was just too complex for Viv to handle

thats the reason why she changed angels gender /srs

(notice how she has like- no trans characters, let alone nonbinary spec?)

ALSO for a good while I shipped nonbinary butch Vaggie (still lesbian) with genderfluid Angel (still gay)- but people were too stuck in heteronormativity to see my vision

I hope Viv never introduces a mainstay trans character because I know it will be done horribly. I was momentarily confused and horrified because I thought Angel Dust was trans for a while after the show came out💀 idk why my brain was super set on that like I knew he wasnt but I was scared Vivzie was going to pull a J.K Rowling and be like “actually! ☝️🤓”

This is so fucking real of you though that sounds like a headcanon I wouldve had too

[ethantheannus]

So, update. I binged basically the entirety of Slugterra. I'm missing the Ascension stuff and one of the movies, but I've basically seen it all. ( I don't even remember the Ascension stuff. I'm assuming I stopped watching before it was y'kno, a thing. ) And oh my god. I completely forgot how?? Batsh*t this series gets?? Like. Ok. The premise itself is pretty wild. It's like Pokémon but the Pokémon are live ammunition and we are firing guns at each other--we are also hundreds of feet under the earth, also you can straight up just die. That, in of itself, is a pretty unhinged concept. What I wasn't expecting was for it to progress and get somehow even more unhinged. Like. I'm sorry. You're telling me. Essentially, hell is real? But it's like, Doom hell. And we have to fire guns loaded with our pets to fight them off. Also also. Shane's dad is alive, and he was just in hell the entire time. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention the evil slug? Yeah. The evil slug who possesses people. Can't forget that. The slugs are also really important but nobody treats them like they're important. Like. Guys. I get they're ammo. But they're also the core reason why Slugterra is still alive?? I guess?? And there's elemental slugs that every other slug is connected to?? I cannot believe I retained ANY of this. This isn't even half, pretty sure. I was watching it while hella sleep deprived ( I was at the point where I was blurting things out that didn't make sense, I should've stopped and just slept but it was like I was entranced. ). I definitely missed something, but oh my god. How did I forget how... how WILD this series was!?

The best part of me watching it was when the part of me that likes spec-bio started trying to figure out how the slugs turn larger when under a high velocity. Like I said, I was hella sleep deprived.

its legitimately bonkers man. theres a whole like. mini-movie about eli BEING POSESSED??? AND THEN THE EASTERN CAVERNS HAVE MULTIPLE PEOPLE WHO'VE BEEN POSESSED??? like my brother in christ.

the whole mall episode too with saturday. where hes zombifying people. thats HORRIFYING. why is there a slug that can DO THAT. not to mention the implications of ghouling??? and how horrific that is???

slugterra is batshit in everything it does, it fucking rules.

[potatos-library]

I swear i keep getting addicted to st and have keep dreaming about it.

I just woke up and this is my dream. Now its in a school campus with the kids of st and some of the seniors. Robin was there and an unknown teacher. Its like a meeting of a club it wasnt specified if it was hellfire but its a club and vicky was there. It starts with class, and robin and vicky got coffee. When suddenly will felt something... I asked him what was wrong and he said something was making him feel like you know the mind flayer was here . And when i look around i can see specs of grey dust fall but the rest of thw student didnt notice. So after the class we and some younger kids thats member of the club stayed behind the room to talk about it will told them what he felt and i told them what i saw.

Max and dustin was bickering about if its was cool that his mom buys him expensive scifi merch and scientific equipment when the little kid beside them told that something was here .. a swirl of gray dust particle swop around and another kid seems like with powers pinned an entity out of no where then it showed its appearance its like a mix of a ghost, the flayed and empowered kids from dr. Brenners lab. But they were deformed unliked the flayed. Graying skin with some parts swollen or grotesquely deformed.

The little kid came to touch the ghost and i was also.taken to a glimps of the other side. I saw a group of more kid monsters coming for us. They took off at an alarming speed the little kid look at me and she said she can get through the kid monsters unsure of what they plan. But to warn the others theyre comming. I race the kidmonster and when i came back to the present classroom i yelled thyre comming and the chaos began as monster/ghost/empowered kids materializes and attack us. Amid the chaos a teacher showed up and saw the club fight the monsters and was flabergasted and horrified

Everyone was fending them off and succeeding. But a small girl/monster/ghost /empowered kid stood in the middle of the classroom and things start to appear in the middle of the classroom. Mostly kids toys, the lights flicker and wind swirl. One of the monster said we will die, the little girl thats a member of our club said we need to get rid of all the kids toys. Throw them out the room ( were in the second floor) to break it cause ots gonna me bad. Mike stashed a bear cause we have a bear toy of the club ( in my dreams it was my stuff toy murdock) and we start to dump the ghost toys and ghost kid stuff over the rail.

The teacher ask what we were doing we said if we dont do this we all die and she helped . But a small baby towel was being weep back by the wind and it wont fall to the grounds when the teacher got it the ghost taunted her saying that its useless. She was frozen in fear and the lights was flikering rapidly and the room started shaking so i grabbed the towel and a testube rack filled w/ testtubes and wrap the towel around it and thrower that over the rail down the school grounds. And the shaking stopped the light returned to normal. We stopped the ghost kid attack.

The next thing we know the principal was stomping to us furious cause the club was out of control and destroyinh property. Turns out what the ghost kid stuff turned out to be was the students shoes ( the shoes of the students are apparently stored in a locker in the room so the lockers were pried open breaking the lock and the contents dropped out. ) The principal scolded the teacher and the club was in trouble.

At a later date the club was having a late meeting again. When will had the same feeling. He said someone was watching andwhen a strong wind blew it moved the curtain which molded into an invisible body standing in front of the window.

Dustin yelled get it but it ran and we heard its voice echo. You think you won? You havent and we will be back, he is watching. It said ominously and then i woke up.

[all-hail-the-witcher]

nobody likes a claggy bit of cheese

this idea came to me in mid november while i was watching an episode of the great british bakeoff and crocheting a scarf for my sister while eating a very very healthy college lunch of apple sauce and caramel corn. someone (maybe it was paul) said the word “claggy” and i was like Wow That’s British. and then someone else (probably paul again) said “stodgy” and i was like WoW ThAts BriTisH. and then i was like you know who would appreciate these Very British Words?? my dumb friend who likes to pretend he's british. and thEn i was like Oh Shit what if he hosted great british bakeoff that would be energy oh my god. and i was About to text him that when i was like No Wait! instead of a baking competition it would be a Mac And Cheese competition because that's like,,,his wholes pride and joy. and then i was about to text him that but then i was like wAIT! this has fic written all over it oh my god i can see it now. and now here we are.

also mikey in case you didn't realize, you are my dumb fake british friend and this is your present but i mean its more of your persona slapped on race and i called it a day. its not a mothman shirt but it'll have to do eye guess

anywaymst 

enjoy this trash pile 

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ship: eye guess its platonic ralbert

genre: pure ass crack

warnings: uhmmm, race is an idiot, poorly written british accents, paul hollywood stare, uhhh, albert is Annoyed, jack is an idiot who makes bad mac, spot get Angryyy, idk im writing there before the fic is finished, katherine definitely knows the mafia

editing: lol that's funny

words: enough to fill a few pages but not enough to bore you to death like the metamorphosis

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“CHEESE!”

Blankets tornadoed around the room as Race jumped off the bed in a half awake sleepy haze, barely landing on his feet in a fight stance, wielding his phone like a weapon in front of him. He glared into the dark corners (not that he could even tell where the corners were considering that it was pitch dark) of the room before stumbling out into the hallway, muttering madly about cheese.

“Cheese...blue cheese…..string cheese…...mozzarella cheese….” Race barely heard his own half-mad whispers as he opened all the cabinets, rummaging around in the same matter a hurricane floods a basement, in a mad search for pasta. When he came up empty handed he scowled, sat himself up on the counter and yelled for the next best thing:

“ALLLLLLLBBEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRT!”

CRASH! That would be Albert falling out of bed. Race kicked his feet against the cabinet impatiently.

WHOOSH! SLAM! And there was Albert’s door opening and closing at an alarming speed.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! The pictures in the living room began to shake, announcing his arrival.

“Race?! What’s going on? Are you okay??” And there was Albert, sliding into the kitchen in nothing but a pair of socks and boxers (despite the fact that it was probably 3 degrees out), weilding a single black converse high top. Race wasn’t quite sure how the shoe was supposed to help him, but he decided to ignore it. He couldn’t afford to get distracted by Albert’s weird antics when there was a legitimate crisis at hand.

“Race…?” Albert asked again, slowly lowering his shoe. “Is everything-” “We’re out of pasta.”

“We’re- what?” The shoe Albert had been holding banged to the floor. “You’re telling me that you woke me up at” he peered at the oven clock over Race’s shoulder, “three fifteen am  to tell me that we’re out of pasta?”

“It’s horrible isn’t it?” Race slammed his head into the cabinet behind him. “Now I can’t make mac and cheese!” “W h y do you want to make mac and fucking cheese at three fifteen in the goddamn morning?!”

“BECAUSE ALBERT-” Race jumped down off the counter, “-I had a dream. A dream where I was competing on The Great British Bakeoff and I made my Famous mac and cheese. And Paul Hollywood, the man, the legend h i m s e l f, tasted my humble mac and said ‘Race. That is amazing.’ And gave me a handshake! And I was so honored that I awoke hungry for the wonderful, delicious, creamy taste of mac and cheese. So I wander into the kitchen and what do I find? A fridge full of cheese, but no pasta to be found!” He stepped closer to Albert, planting his hand firmly on his shoulder. “This is an emergency!”

Albert swatted away Race’s hand and rubbed his eyes, already turning back toward his room. “If Paul Hollywood deemed your mac and cheese so amazing then just hold a competition of your own and make other people make mac and cheese for you. That way I don’t have to go to Walgreens at three thirty.” He glanced back over his shoulder. “I’m going back to bed. Don’t make us lose our security deposit.”

Race stood in stunned silence as Albert disappeared down the hall and his door closed.

“That sleep deprived idiot might actually be onto something,” he muttered, launching himself onto one of the bar stools and opening his laptop. He had work to do.

•••

“You know, when I told you to host your own mac and cheese competition I thought I dreamt that entire encounter, and, now that I realize that I definitely didn’t, I especially didn't expect you to make me host it, and I certainly didn’t expect you to make me wear this dumb costume.” He tugged uncomfortably at the dark blazer and black wig.

“Oi mate, if you’re gonna be Sue yew gotta start actin like ‘er!” Race glared.

“But Race-”

“Thas Paul Hollywood to you. I don want none uh this ‘Race’ business,” he crossed his arms and gave Al his best Steely Eyed, Paul Hollywood Glare.

Albert just rolled his eyes and stomped off.

Race sighed happily as he turned to survey the tent in front of him. He had called Katherine last night after his missing pasta crisis and asked if he could use her Dad’s Hampton’s estate to host a mock version of the Great British Bakeoff but for mac and cheese. Katherine, like any good rebellious daughter, had loved the idea and called several of her “contacts” that apparently “owed her favors.” (Race didn’t understand the life of rich people, it seemed very extravagant and two-faced) And that was how Race had come to be standing in a tent with what could very well be the set up of the Great British Bakeoff laid out in front of him with he himself dressed in his very best blue button down and jeans, a spitting image of Paul Hollywood. Well, maybe Paul Hollywood 30 years ago.

His friends that he had invited on to be the contestants of the show were setting up at their stations. There was Jack, Davey, Romeo, Mush, Blink, Finch, Buttons, Specs, JoJo, Spot, Crutchie, and Smalls. Katherine had opted not to participate and instead film everyone to make it seem more like the actual show.

Someone (probably Katherine) had forced Albert to stand next to him to announce the signature challenge that they had prepared.

“Alright bakers-”

Race shot him a side glance.

“-er, mac and cheese cookers?” he tried to amend. “Today Ra-uh, Paul would like you to make a nice, hefty batch of mac and cheese. You may use whatever ingredients you would like, but he would like it to be cheesy, delicious, and contain pasta. You have 45 minutes.” Race could practically hear the sigh in his voice. “On your marks, get set, ba-cOOK!”

Finally, Race thought as his friends scrambled around their respective stations, I’m going to get some good mac.

•••

It was becoming very clear very quickly that Race may not actually be getting any good mac.

He wandered from station to station, Albert following begrudgingly behind him, progressively becoming more and more disappointed in each and every one of his friends. Didn’t any of them know how to cook?

“Roight Jack.” He leaned on the one empty scrap of counter in front of him. “What are yew makin?”

“It’s a surprise.” Jack - well he assumed it was Jack, he couldn’t really be sure with all the flour flying everywhere - ran around his workspace, which was crowded with every ingredient imaginable, from shredded cheese to, was that maple syrup?

“Jack for the sake of the show yew gotta tell us what yew’re makin.” Jack must not have the braincell today.

From somewhere in the flour cloud a timer went off. Jack yelped and dropped what sounded like several pots with an amazingly loud clatter.

“If you really must know - ouch!! - I’m making - god fUCK! - baked mac and cheese with a - SHIT! - crispy top.”

“Alright well,” Albert dodged a flying blob of flaming cheese, “we’ll leave you to it. Hopefully we get to actually eat something edible.”

“Good luck,” Race turned away from Jack’s workstation and leaned towards Albert as they made their way to Mush’s station. “Do we ave a foire extinguishah here?”

“I think so?”

“Good cause we moight need it.” Albert looked at him knowingly for a long minute before the two of them snapped out of it and approached Mush.

“So Mush,” Race said, taking in the polar opposite of the mess of a station that had been Jack’s, “what ave yew got for us?”

Mush smiled, looking up from the block of cheese that he had been grating. “Today I’m going to be making my signature mac and cheese with three kinds of cheese.”

Race let out an audible sigh of relief. Finally something that sounded edible!

“Is that pleasing enough for you, Your Highness?” Mush winked mischievously and Albert giggled.

Race straightened up, checking his mouth for drool (there was none). “Yes, oim looking forward tew it.” He watched as the cheese mush was grating flaked satisfyingly into the bowl, his mouth watering at the very sight and thought of cheese. Oh cheese. Beautiful, rich, delicious cheese. “Oi would like tew sample some cheese if yew don't mind.”

Mush straightened up, putting his hands around his cheese protectively. “And I want someone to slap me so hard my eyes fall out. We can’t all get what we want, Susan B. Anthony.”

“Hollywood, moi name is Paul Hollywood.” Race glared at Mush, horrified that he would decline him the judge a cheese sample! Paul Hollywood always got ingredient samples when he asked for them! Maybe he should have put more effort into his hair today…

“I know very well who you are,” Mush went back to grating his cheese. It was as if he were mocking Race with every bit of shredded goodness that fell onto the glorious cheese mountain.

“I do believe you’ve upset Mr. Hollywood.” Albert smirked. Of course he had to join in on the make-Race-feel-like-hes-being-mocked party.

“I don’t particularly care about Mr. Hollywood’s feelings,” Mush put down the grater and reached under his counter for a pan. “What I do care about is the fate of my mac and cheese so,” he stared at the two of them, deadpan , “be gone Thots.”

“But-”

“I SAID BE GONE THOTS!” Mush pointed a wooden spoon at the two of them menacingly and Race half expected sparks to shoot out of the end like some kind of sorcery bullshit, but all he got was a cloud of flour to the face and twelve sets of confused eyes looking at him.

“Uhh,” he mustered every ounce of Paul Hollywood that he could, “thank yew Mush.” Quickly he turned away, brushing the flour out of his sharpied on beard and mustache while Albert stifled laughter next to him. “Shut up,” he muttered.

“But that was-”

“Oi said shut- oh hoi Smalls!” He tried desperately to regain his composure as they approached the final station.

“Gucci Prada my fuckin clown wig I- oh, uh, hi!” Smalls quickly put the spatula that she had been holding behind her back.

“What are yew makin for uh today?” Race took in Smalls’s station. There was a wide array of cheese on the counter, we well as spices and breadcrumbs and pasta. But something seemed...different.

Smalls looked down at her feet, suddenly very interested in the carpet.. “I’m making gluten free baked mac and cheese.”

“Why gluten free?”

“Because,” Smalls glanced behind her briefly before hissing, “because that was the only kind of pasta I could find in my cabinet that's why you feet fucker.”

Race’s toes tingled with happiness. He do it! He could say the trademark Paul Hollywood meme thing!

“Now, when yew make mac and cheese gluten free it tends to get stickey and lose some of its taiste. Ave yew tested this to make sure that wont appen?”

“Y e s,” Smalls rolled her eyes. “I put extra oil in it so the pasta wont get sticky a n d there’s lots of spices for added flavor.” She brought her spatula out from behind her back in a soldiers salute. “I won’t disappoint you, your Highness Mr. Paul Hollywwod Sir.”

“Yew bettah not,” Race laughed as he walked back to his very official looking director’s chair (he didn’t want to know how many people Katherine had had to kill to get this).

“Sue, how much toime is left?”

“TEN MINUTES COOKERS, TEN MINUTES!”

There were varying screams of frustration from around the room as his friends scrambled to get done. The smell of cooking cheese wafted from several ovens and stoves and Race smiled contentedly. Twas almost Mac Time.

•••

Ten minutes later, as promised, Race was standing behind a Very Official looking wooden table with a fork and a glass of water, ready to taste (or spit out, depending on whose it was), his friends’ mac and cheese.

“Oilright, Davey, why don’t yew bring up yewr mac.”

Davey strode up to the table confidently, somehow without a spec of food on his apron, and placed down a plate of gooey looking pasta. Man oh man he was excited! But no, today he was Paul Hollywood. No excitement. Only glares.

He picked up his fork and took a scoop of pasta, glaring at Davey for good measure as he tasted.

He chewed for far longer than actually necessary to give Davey just enough time to get nervous before giving his verdict. “Whot yew’ve actually done is quite noice, Oi rather loike the blend of the cheddar and the goat cheese, but what yew’ve done is create something that’s so soft that its lacking textah. It’s loike Oi need somethin crunchy to offset it.”

Davey nodded. “Okay.”

“But overall noice job.” He nodded, the silent cue for Davey to take his dish and return to his station.

Race surveyed the contestants and grimaced. “Jack bring yew’re flamin bomb up here.”

He thought he heard Jack mutter some half-decent curses under his breath, but not decent enough for him to repeat.

A few seconds later a lump of orange stuff with green (???) blobs on top on a plate was placed in front of him. “Roight,” he sighed. “What ave yew got there?”

“Well this is my baked mac and cheese with green goldfish topping!” Jack said proudly.

Race looked at the plate as if it were a flesh eating disease that could kill him at any second. And, knowing Jack’s track record with food, it just might. “Any reason why you chose green goldfish?”

“Adds a pop of color!” Jack bounced on his toes.

Good gosh. Race took the tiniest bite possible on his fork and lifted it to his mouth-

“Make sure you get a goldfish!” Jack insisted. “Really adds a burst of flavor!”

“Oh sure, sure.” Race picked one up before shoving the whole abomination into his mouth. He chewed for a few seconds before swallowing down as best as he could.

“Wow that is pitiful,” Race coughed. “The pasta is overcooked, and the cheese, yew’ve cooked it too much so that it’s become gummy, and all the moistah has gone into the goldfish and made them soggy.”

“Oh,” Jack sounded deflated.

“Overall the textah is a bit claggy, and no one loikes a claggy bit of cheese.”

“Right, right.” Jack stroked his invisible beard.

“Overall its dreadful and Oi’d loike it if you removed it from my sights, preferably to the bin. Next!”

•••

Almost a half hour later Race was practically done testing all of the mac and cheese, save for Mush’s and Smalls’s. Along with Jack’s trashpile, Spot’s had also been notably horrible, it was somehow burnt and undercooked at the same time? Race didn’t even want to know. Crutchie’s and JoJo’s though had been surprisingly decent, and both were in the running to win.  

“Oilroight Smalls, bring up yewr mac why don’t yew.”

A few moments later a plate of mac and cheese was dumped in front of Race with no class whatsoever. “Here you go Mr. Paul Sir.”

Race stabbed his fork into the pile of noodles. “This was the gluten free baked mac and cheese, roight?” “Yes your highness.”

Race rolled the noodles around on his tongue for a few long moments while his taste buds analyzed the flavor combinations.

“Roight so, I warned yew about this bein tasteless roight?” Smalls quirked up her eyebrow. “It’s tasteless isn’t it.”

“Yes. Get it away from me at once.”

“Of course, your lordship.” Smalls snatched the plate from the table, even curtsying to Race before making her way back to her station, picking up a fork, and digging into her own mac and cheese.

“I don't know what you’re talking about Mister Colonel Hollywood Sir, this tastes great!”

Race bushed imaginary crumbs off of his table. “And Oi’m goin tew pretend Oi didn’t hear that.” He pointed to Mush. “Mush, bring up yewr creation, if yew pleathe.”

“But of course!” Mush placed down his plate of mac and cheese in front of Race, who dug in immediately. “What you have there is parmesan, cheddar, and american cheese with elbow pasta. Enjoy.”

Race let the glorious noodles glide over his tongue as his palate was enveloped in a wonderful cheese flavor. He was amazed. He was astounded. Hell he was even speechless! What did Paul Hollywood do when he was speechless? Oh right!

“Well done Mush,” he stuck out his hand for the famous Paul Hollywood Handshake. “That’s a really great plate you’ve made.”

“Oh, thank you sir!” Mush smiled joyfully as Albert tried to sneak a bite of the mac and cheese. Race swatted his hand away with his other hand.

“In fact, it’s the best that Oi’ve had today, and Oi announce yew as Star Cooker!”

The room erupted into cheers and everyone ran to hug Mush while Race quickly finished his mac and cheese. His plan had worked perfectly. The next time he was out of pasta at three am he knew exactly who to call.

•••

“Hello? Do you need help burying the body?” A tired voice answered the phone.

“Mush, it’s Race. I’m craving mac and cheese and I don't have any pasta. Can you-”

“NO!”

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[simptasia]

Top 5 horror movies?

1. the mist. a horror movie that is actually horrifying. on several levels. this is most emotionally exhausting movie to watch. the creature effects are fantastic, in that I’m So Upset, especially at the spider things (THAT SCENE UGGHHGHHHHH) and okay, for reals, i think mrs. carmody may be the most horrific, despicable villian in film history. YEAH. THINK ABOUT THAT. the actress playing her deserves a fucking AWARD for how much i fucking hate mrs. carmody. the creatures fuck me up, mrs. carmody fucks me up, the ending. fucks. me. up. i highly recommend this movie but uh, It’s A Tough One

2. se7en. ohhhh boy dude i rewatched this recently, this movie is so good????? what the fuck!! okay so i first watched this as a kid (i may have been 7 when i saw se7en, heh) which, like, yeah i know. but whatever. like, do i need to tell anybody how good this movie is? do i need to tell you morgan freeman and brad pitt are amazing in it? and kevin spacey too. sigh. good actor, terrible person. the deaths are very upsetting and yet it’s really our imaginations making it so much worse. the sloth victim and lust victims are the stand outs, of course. (i said victims plural for lust because that dude. that guy. that fucking dude. you know who i mean. that dude is fucked up for life OR he’s gonna kill himself. i make special mention of him because he’s played by leland orser, for like 20 seconds of footage but FUCK it’s a helluva 20 seconds, such as it kick started his career). anyways. it’s fucked up, it’s emotional, the performances are great, i care about the characters. i think it leans more in the psych thriller genre but i’d say this is a horror movie. this one is another i’d recommend to most people

3. shaun of the dead. i fucking KNOW it’s a comedy and an homage to zombie movies but that doesn’t mean simon and nick didn’t make a genuine fucking zombie movie and also there are parts of this that scare the shit outta me. because zombies freak me out a lot. buuut my love for this isn’t mostly coming from the horror aspect, it’s just a really great movie. it’s funny, intense at times, has some genuinely moving performances (simon pegg, holy fuck). also this movie got me addicted to don’t stop me now by queen and THAT is boss

4. final destination 1 and 3. been super into the FD franchise since i was a kid (twas a time i could get super encyclopedic about it like i can with say, LOST or whatever. what im saying is FD has been a spec interest of mine). and of the 5 movies (so far, c’monnnn) 1 and 3 are the best and the ones i have the most fondness for. also helps that these two have the best acted protags. (i have a crush on mary elizabeth winstead and this is one of the movies that started it. the other was sky high btw) i cannae describe WHY i like FD movies so much so it’s really just like that meme... I Just Think They’re Neat. hope they make more

5. the saw franchise (of which there are 8 movies). it has it’s ups and downs but holy gosh did this series surprise me. it has a rep for being dumb torture porn but no??? like yeah it’s gross, it’s gorey... but i was surprised to find this shit has story?? CONTINUITY??? flashbacks upon flashbacks upon flashbacks. this series is the Master of the retcon to the point where its kinda hilarious. the twists, the backstory/flashbacks/soap opera, the MUSIC, the traps themselves and of course tobin motherfucking bell, who is a boss. yeah. yeah. good shit. also some ppl don’t like the really weird editing but i do, it’s the franchises’ Style ya know. this series is like a grunge music video but way way more fucked up. theres a ton of things that DESERVE to go before the saw franchise but. i really like ‘em

honourable mentions: it chapter one (i haven’t seen two yet), misery, get out, cabin in the woods, thinner, 1408, psycho,  the fly (1986)

there’s probs more but thats what i can think of at the moment

[a-romantic--aromantic]

Aros Like Me

Prompt 2 | February 19-20 | Visibility

How has representation (coded or explicit) in media helped you? How has a lack of it harmed you? What would your ideal aro/arospec representation be? What do you think the aro community could do to make ourselves visible to others? What would you like more people to know about aros? If aromanticism and its spectrum were widely known, would you be more open about your arospec identity?

I just... i want aro to stop meaning “never feels romantic attraction”. I want aro to mean “little to no romantic attraction”. I want a relatable loveable character who is demi. I want cupio characters, romantic daydreaming characters, who cant fall in love with anything but the concept of love itself. I want grey characters, who have imprecise and imperfect patterns of romantic attraction, who are struggling with and confused about whether they are aro or not. I want characters where their being aro doesnt affect them at all. I want characters who are constantly going on about their being aro, because it’s important to them. I want aro characters in healthy romantic relationships. I want aro characters who realize they love their partner differently than their partner loves them. I want to watch QPRs form and grow. I want the narrative around aros to stop including dogs or pets or kids or having something to care for. I want aros to be enough when they are completely independent. I want aros who are enough independently but still want more as a partnering/ amorous aro. I want to see that i can have a future the way I want it, not the way allos want it, not how romance repulsed aros want it. 

i want aro characters who are represetative of the community theyre in. i want diverse aros. i want aros who’s aro identity matters to them and still feel limited romantic attraction. i want aro characters who feel like they have 1,000 hoops to jump through to feel romantic attraction. I want aros who feel like their romantic attraction comes out of no where. I want romantic aros who are feeling broken from being told their identities are just internalized amatonormativity. I want aros who feel more broken from the community they were invited to join than the constant harmful messages from society as a whole. I want aros battling with whether or not they’re “really aro”. I want aros who aren’t sure they count at all. I want aros who identify with specific labels but would never use it for fear of being “less aro”. I want aros who are scared of expressing their feelings because they dont want to be outcast. I want nonbinary aros who are sick and fucking tired of the constant nbphobia theyre seeing in the community. I want aros who are tired of watching communities step on eachother for rep. 

i want grey-ace aros who aren’t sure if this community sees them as an allo aro or an aroace or somewhere in between. i want romantic aros who aren’t quite sure why theyre always being placed as closer to the other group, never belonging, why they’re always viewed as other. I want a-specs who arent sure if theyre going to be viewed as allo or ace or aro or the “wrong kind” of a-spec, who aren’t sure if theyre viewed as an alloaro or alloro ace or what. I want ace-spec aros who just figured out theyre aro to be horrified at the way that aros talk about alloro aces, who feel violated because thats how you used to talk about them, too. 

I want aros who feel personally sickened and attacked by the way that theyre viewed by everyone. I want aros who feel like they’ve been physically beaten from how pained they are regarding aro stereotypes. I want angry aros (allies) who didn’t realize there were aro stereotypes. I want angry aros (allies) who are pissed at how aro-spec people get treated by everyone. I want hurt aros who are constantly being told they aren’t enough. I want aros who have heard the “not 100% aro” and “100% aro” terms so incredibly often that they’re sick to their stomach, because they aren’t even fully aro according to you. I want arospecs who call out the pain they see being caused. I want aros who make the connections with the rest of the queer community. I want aros who are proud of all of their identities. I want aros who are proud of none of their identities. I want romantic aros who are tired of being excluded. 

i just want an aro like me. 

I have seen aro rep, mostly coded, mostly accidental, with very few exceptions. It doesn’t ever feel representative of the community as a whole, but you can pull jughead from my cold dead hands.

what i want people to know about aros: it’s so much more than the surface stereotypes youve seen. it’s so much more than the "never” you always see. you dont have to be any less romantic to be aro.

and no, i dont think id be more open about my aro identity until...

[zeitgeistghoul]

“First Day”

Axel Cluney x Reader 

Warnings: Mentions of gore and violence 

(hello!! sry if this fic is total garbage and if Axel is OOC, i haven’t tried writing fics like this for a long time. just wanted to show my fav barf boy some love hehe)

Your first day as an honorary X-Force member was far from normal. Wade was beyond thrilled to have a new face on the team, even going as far to ensure you received the best training you could ask for. Your mutant ability made an interesting addition to the team. You had been born with abnormally sharp and long canine teeth, making dentist visits as a kid beyond horrifying Your dentist had put an unsuspecting finger in your mouth and you had nearly bit it clean off. He was fine after a multitude of stitches, but your mother was sure he stopped being a dentist after that. Wade had referred to you as “Toothy” and “Dracula” more times than you could count, Domino finally suggesting “Saber” as your superhero name. It had stuck, finally making you feel apart of the team.

Everyone was extremely kind and helpful, the other members frequently offering to train with you and assist you on missions. The only member you hadn’t worked with yet was “Zeitgeist” or Axel Cluney as you had come to know. He was definitely an intriguing individual, not to mention extremely intimidating. He was tall; his arms and shoulders decorated with...odd tattoos. The first day you met him was when Wade had first recruited you and brought you back to the X-Mansion and introduced you to the rest of the team. All the other X-Force members were making a fuss over you, excited to have a new face around and to act as your mentors. However, Axel was the only one who stood to the side and leaned against the door frame, observing you with a odd look on his face. You wanted to introduce yourself then, but the ‘eat shit and die’ tattoo peeking out from the front of his mesh tank top told you otherwise.

That had been a few months ago and you were officially done with your training today. You and him were acquainted, but never been on a mission together. Wade quickly noticed this and worked to immediately change that.

“(Your name), as an official member of the X-Force, today will be your first official mission.” he said, excitedly tugging your arm to get you to follow him into one of the many rooms in the house. An assortment of papers and folders were strewn across the table. Wade motioned for you to sit down with him as he began to explain your first mission.

“Nothing too crazy, just some asshole who’s disguising his corporate business as an underground human trafficking ring.” Wade said, sliding you a manilla folder. Upon opening the cover, you were met with a photo of the supposed man you were being sent after.

“He looks like he was born to do this.” you commented, noticing just how abnormally creepy this man was. Wade laughed at this and pointed to the address scrawled onto a post-it note on top of the picture.

“That’s your place.” he said. “It’s his warehouse about an two hours outside of the city. He should be there all day.” You nodded in understanding and stood up to go gather what you would need for the mission. Your weapons were kept mostly in the room they had assigned you, so you grabbed the dagger you kept under your bed. It probably wouldn’t be needed with your ability and all, but always a nice plan B. You went back downstairs and stopped halfway down when you saw who was standing with Wade. Axel was suited up for a mission, his bright green vomit-guard mask held in one hand. You hesitantly climbed down the rest of the stairs, already feeling apprehensive.

“As fuckin’ dandy as it would be to send you on this mission by yourself, I thought otherwise.” Wade said. “Barf boy here will be your babysitter-I mean partner.” Wade pushed the both of you towards the door to where your jet would be waiting. “Have fun, you crazy kids!” he called after the two of you. “And don’t even think about getting fresh with my student, ya fuckin’ clown!” The door slammed behind you guys. You awkwardly glanced at Axel, feeling embarrassment already beginning to bubble to the surface. He practically towered over you, his green eyes piercing into your own.

“Let’s go, then.” he said, making his way towards the jet. You stammered out in agreement, quickly following behind. You took a seat across from him and the jet’s door closed automatically as you sat down. It rumbled and shook as it shot into take-off, causing you to jerk backward as it did. Axel began to adjust his suit and pulled his mask over his mouth and eyes. You occasionally stole glances at him and watched his movements curiously. You felt awkward and wanted to discuss the mission, but you were afraid of being an annoying rookie who asked too many questions. He peered at you over his mask.

“Excited?” he called to you over the whir of the jet engine. You flashed him a small smile, your pointy teeth poking out as you did. He jokingly grinned back, his mask lifting with the movement of his smile. The two of you sat in silence until Axel stood up, the ramp of the jet lowering again, signalling it was time to go. Axel tossed you a parachute backpack and you attached it to yourself, adrenaline beginning to course through your veins as you approached the ramp.

“See you at the bottom!” Axel shouted, adjusting his parachute one last time and jumping off the ramp. You had made this jump numerous times on other missions, but you had never quite gotten used to it. You pulled goggles over your eyes and blinked furiously as if to snap yourself out of your fear. Your heart was practically forcing itself out of your chest as you took a deep breath and dove off the ramp. Wind whipped through your hair as you hurtled towards the open field coming into view below you. Axel was further down from you, simply a green spec from where you were in comparison. You saw his parachute burst from the pack attached to him and he began to float towards the field. You soon did the same thing, however not having much luck. The force of deploying your parachute jerked you to the right, sending you floating straight towards the woods near the field. You braced yourself for what was to come, half expecting you collide head first with it. To your dismay and embarrassment, your parachute became entangled with tree branches, leaving you dangling there like an idiot. Bright green leaves floated down from the impact you made, one sticking to your hair. You wracked your brain from how to get yourself out of this situation. Your mind instantly went to the dagger you brought, but it was in your belt, which was unreachable to how you were positioned. You also tried to unclip the pack from your chest, but it was ironically jammed.

“Axel..?” you pathetically called out, turning your head to see him walking towards you with his parachute trailing behind him. He unclipped it from himself, the parachute crumpling to the ground.

“How’s the weather up there?” he mocked, putting a hand to his brow to shield his eyes from the sun as he looked up at you. You scowled at his comment, desperately trying to reach for your dagger again.

“Don’t just stand there!” you yelled, squirming around. “My dagger is in my belt pocket.” Axel chuckled. You were beyond embarrassed. This was your first mission with Axel and you had already made a huge scene. The tree wasn’t tall enough for him to have to climb up that far up and cut you down, so he was able to reach inside your belt pocket and grab your dagger. Luckily, he was tall enough to do so. He struggled to cut the rope that held you captive, the dagger barely making a dent. What kind of parachute was this damn durable? It seemed unrealistic. It also didn’t help that you didn’t sharpen your dagger enough this morning.

“Hold on,” Axel said, slipping the dagger back into your belt and stepping back. “Don’t move.” He moved behind you and the tree shake, then you heard him cough. You immediately realized what he was about to do.

“Wait, what the fu-”, You barely got out the rest of your sentence before you crashed to the ground. You turned around to see the ropes and part of the tree’s branches were eroded away. Axel approached you, turning on his head to spit on the ground.

“You absolute, fucking asshole!” you shouted, checking your body for burns. “You could have killed me!” Axel grinned and held out a hand to help you up.

“I know what I’m doing,” he responded. “I just spit on it a little.” You begrudgingly took his hand and dusted yourself off. The noise the two of you had made had caught some attention, four men were sprinting towards you, most likely henchmen. The warehouse was at least a mile away from where you guys had landed, meaning they had seen you come in. This mission was already a disaster.

“We got company.” Axel yelled, immediately running towards the group of men approaching the two of you. He projectile vomited on the first guy that got too close and the man screeched in agony, stumbling backwards and colliding with the others. You kicked into fighting mode and launched yourself at a guy who now had Axel in a headlock. You sunk your fangs into his neck, ripping out his jugular and sending a geyser of blood shooting into the air. You and Axel picked off the men fairly quickly, your fighting styles syncing up faster than you anticipated. It wasn’t long before you were surrounding by the corpses of the henchmen, the two of you spattered with blood. Your mouth had a dribble of blood dripping from it, which you promptly wiped away. The two of you began making your way towards the warehouse, keeping your eyes peeled for any more surprise visitors. The warehouse was huge, guards placed at every entrance. You and Axel crept along the border, keeping low and close to the woods. You spotted an entrance towards the back that could be a way in and nudged Axel to show him.

“That’ll draw too much attention,” he said. “We should try to get to the roof.” He pointed to a ladder that was close to the entrance your pointed out earlier. “There.” he whispered. He sprinted towards the ladder, climbing up it quickly and throwing himself onto the roof as quietly as he could. He laid low and waved frantically for you to follow. You made a mad dash for the ladder but a guard spotted you and tried to cut you off. You bowled him over, not wasting any time to bite down on his cheek. You forced yourself to get up and scrambled up the ladder. Breathing heavily, you watched Axel pull open a hatch door towards the center of the roof. You crawled over to him and peered down the hatch. It led straight into the warehouse and gave you  a clear shot into saving the women most likely being held captive there. You watched a man in a suit inspect a frail, underfed woman. She was being forced to stand up by a guard pointing a gun to her back. Other women cowered in fear as they watched the man inspect all of them. You assumed the man in the suit was your guy. You needed to take him and the rest of his men out, then get the women to safety. You couldn’t help but notice just how many henchmen this guy had, they were literally everywhere. It was going to be tough, especially it just being the two of you. You needed to be strategic. Axel must have seen the worried look on your face because surprisingly, he placed his hand over yours.

“Everything ok?” he questioned, looking concerned. He quickly retracted his hand looking sheepish, as if he had done that without meaning to. You nodded.

“There’s a lot of enemies.” you observed. “I’m just anxious that’s all.” Axel cracked his knuckles.

“We’ll be just fine.” he responded. “Just follow my lead and try to think of it as another training session.” You couldn’t help but smile. Your anxiety began to loosen its grip on you, giving you the confidence you needed to focus.

“Let’s fucking go.” you said. You jumped down into the warehouse, the man in the suit yelling out in surprise and the captured women screamed. You tackled him to the ground, your jaw snapping towards his face as he tried to push your face away. Bullets began to rain down as the henchmen tried to take you out, forcing you to duck for safety. Axel followed just after you did, spilling vomit from his mouth as he landed directly onto a guard running below him. He dove for safety as well, the crates placed sporadically around the warehouse providing minimal cover. The women were being forced outside by the man in the suit as he frantically looked over his shoulder. Axel began throwing punches and unleashing streams of vomit onto enemy after enemy. You quickly joined his side and you two began taking out enemies twice as fast. He would spew acid onto the floor, forcing henchmen to slip and fall. They would either get horribly burned from the vomit or stunned enough to give you time to land a swift bite to the neck. The two of you moved unpredictably fast, the bullets being shot at you almost unnoticeable. The henchmen were taken out in minutes, leaving only the man in the suit trying to force the women he had been keeping hostage into a large truck outside. Axel dashed ahead of you, grabbing the man from the front seat and throwing him to the ground. He cowered in fear, holding his shaking hands over his face. Axel stepped back to let you do the honors.

“Please,” he begged. “I have a family.” You approached him slowly, rage building up inside of you. “Plea-,” the man wasn’t able to get another word out because you had already wrapped your jaw around his neck.

“Rot in hell.” you said, spitting his own blood back at him as he sputtered and clasped his hands over the open wound on his neck.

The ride home had a different feel to it than when the mission had first started, for obvious reasons of course. You were mentally and physically exhausted. You and Axel sat next to each other this time, you being so tired, you hardly noticed that your knee was touching his. He became tense when you rested your head against his, but eventually relaxed. The two of you sat like that until you arrived back at the mansion. The women rescued from the warehouse were brought to the local police station, successfully marking the end of the mission. Wade threw open the door and pulled you and Axel into a group hug, chattering excitedly about how proud of you he was. The rest of X-Force congratulated you and asked you two questions about the mission. You later excused yourself to the bathroom to clean up. You stared at your reflection in the mirror. The person staring back at you was someone you didn’t recognize.You were an X-Force member now. You were supposed to kill, but it never got any easier. You turned on the sink faucet and splashed water onto your face, the water tinged pink as the blood swirled down the drain. You dried off and opened the door to rejoin the rest of the team. You nearly jumped when you saw Axel waiting for you outside the door.

“Hey.” he said, giving you a small smile. “How are you?” You ran your hand through your hair, feeling some dried blood near the ends. You needed a shower. You suddenly were very aware of your physical appearance.

“I’m alright,” you said, giving him a shrug. “Just not entirely used to the gore..and the vomit.” You instantly regretted that last part. Axel chuckled.

“Trust me, it takes some getting used to.” he said. “But you’re tough.” You smiled, suddenly a swelling feeling rising from your chest. Axel was standing closer than usual to you. You both stood in silence for a moment before you broke it.

“Thanks for being my babysitter today,” you said. “You’re quite the partner.” Axel laughed.

“Any time, I’m open to doing it again.” he said. You walked past him before he called after you. “(Your name),” You turned to look back at him. “We should grab a drink sometime.”

“This weekend,” you said. “You can pick me up.” Axel did his best to hide his smile as he watched you go join the others.

“You got it.”

[sending-the-message]

My father had an odd way of disciplining his Children by Red_hatted_carpenter

These events took place long ago, when I was nothing but a little toddler and a teen. I’m telling you this so you manage to create a somewhat accurate image in your head as to how all this happened. All right, onto the story.

Now, I know all parents have their own methods of disciplining their children. I would only hope they would at least teach them some manners, some kids are just unbearable these days. But problems start to take shape when some educational treatments become a bit extreme. Like, if your mother is screaming her head off and smacking your hand with a ruler every time you forget to wash your hands, that should give you a hint. And that brings me to my father.

I cant say that he was the most “natural” father in the world, (whatever that means) but he definitely loved me. That much he would let me know. To put it simply, he could be a bit odd in some occasions. Sometimes he would appear cheerful and play games with me and try to perk up my mood. Then other times he would close himself inside his room for days and only ever come out for breakfast, lunch and dinner. (My mothers death when I was 4 most definitely played a part in those days.) That part made me really sad. Not only because he wouldn't talk to me but because it made me feel as if I didn't know him. Like he would only be himself when behind closed doors, and when he left he would simply put a friendly mask on so that I wouldn't feel miserable. But by far the one thing that stood out amongst the crowd was (coming back to what I said earlier) what he would use to discipline me and my brother. The first time I ever aroused my father`s anger to such a high degree so that he would use his special method on me was sometime between my 9nth and 10nth birthday.

Me and my brother, the little brats that we were, were once again engaging in one of our favourite pass-times: “Socker” (pardon the pun). A fun little game where we would kick and throw around little balls made of socks, always aiming to hit each other in the head. Caught up in all the fun, neither me or my brother could notice my father`s rather steeply priced prescription glasses resting on the floor. In the commotion they ended up crushed under my foot, the hinges were uncoupled from the lenses with a loud and sharp crack.

At first my mind was only interested in the pain erupting from the sole of my left foot, (it had been so strong that I even let out a yelp) but when I spotted my brother with a worrying look in his eyes, glaring at something on the floor, the ache soon diminished from my thoughts. I walked over to him and shared his worry when I finally found what he was looking at. My anxiety was not only increased by the broken glasses but also by my father`s footsteps stomping their way up the stairs (I remember praying and wishing with all my heart that he hadn't heard my shout, but no such luck ever came my way). In a hopeless frenzy I knelt down and tried to reassemble the broken pieces, but the mixture of nervousness and the fact that that the glasses couldn't actually be fixed resulted in an empty outcome. Soon enough, my dad stood tall and strong at the doorway staring open-eyed at me and my brother.

‘What happened?’ He said, curiously but cautious. All we could do was remain silent. The temperature in the room had felt like it had dropped two hundred degrees and tears stacked up around my eyes but I wouldn't allow them to skate down my cheeks. My father took one step forward and got down on his knees. He gently plucked the specs in his hands and raised his head to look at me and my brother.

‘Who did this?’ This time, emotion could be seen, but the worst kind of it. He was as stern as stern could be, making my lips run dry out and causing the hairs on the back of my neck to strike up. My brother slowly raised his finger and aimed it at me. - Yeah, he ratted me out. That`s what younger brothers do, I guess. Still didn't make me any less mad though. – My father turned his eyes to me. Even though chills still crept throughout my body, sweat managed to drip down my ears and chin. He got up on his feet, still grasping the fragmented glasses, and let out a long-standing breath before screaming: ‘What the FUCK did you FUCKING DO?!’. Then he rapidly clutched my shirt neck with his free hand and hurled the broken specs to the floor before raising his open hand, ready to strike me and burn my skin red with his palm. But he didn't. Instead, he calmed himself and said: ‘Come with me.’. After that I was lead down to the bottom floor (his hand gripped my shoulder so tightly my muscles were left aching for a week) and to the scruffy wooden door of the basement. - I very rarely went to the basement. At the time (as it did to most kids that age) it terrified me. No specific reason for that, I just found it unsettling and the creaking sound that came from the door every time you moved it never failed to make me anxious. Even an inch would make it screech so loud I had to cringe.

‘Go on.’, he said calmly. ‘Open the door.’. ‘Dad, please I`m sorr-‘

‘Go.’ His cold and wooden answer left me trembling with fear.

I wrapped my fingers around the knob and twirled it. The door gradually opened into a pitch black darkness that seeped onto my surroundings. I could make out a small illumination that lightened the very end of the last step. Suddenly, I felt a push on my shoulder that suggested I should get going, or he would get going on my face. I threaded my way to the creaky floor below and stopped for a moment. The door was slammed behind me. My fathers figure remained visible for a second before being concealed in darkness. There was a small bulb hanging from a wire percolating from the roof. It shone its way around the room revealing a small freezer (it still baffles me how I never noticed it down there.). My father then stepped in front of me and walked up to it. He popped the door open, discharging the cold, glacial like air onto my tense flesh. My vision was blocked by the tall silhouette of my father from seeing whatever was inside the freezer. That aspect left me tense and relieved at the same time. He then knelt down on one knee and shuffled through some things inside. It didn't take long for him to uncover what he was looking for, and when he did, he released a short-lived chuckle.

‘You ever wonder what happened to your first brother?’, I asked him what he meant but he simply ignored me. He stood up and said: 'Then let me show you.' And with that he spun around, divulging the most repulsive, horrifying thing my eyes have ever fallen upon.

He was holding a human head.

A child`s head, to be more exact.

It must've been, at most, a couple of years older than myself (thats what how old he might have been, not accounting for the rotting features he had.). Ill try my best to accurately describe what saw, but the terror that was caused by that night hazed my memory for years on end.

It had dark blue eyes opened wide passing on an expression of fright, and the remaining patches of hair had some sort of yellowish colour to it but It was mostly ruined and covered in small blotches of dirt, strangely. The nose was missing little pieces of skin and in some spots you could easily make out raw bone. The mouth was fully agape contorted in a face of trepidation with at least eleven teeth missing and half rotted gums. Many holes of flesh could be seen all over the neck and cheeks that displayed black trickles of dried streaks of blood.

I screamed.

My father nudged the head in my direction, it got so close I almost got to kiss its lips. My feet carried me sturdily up the stair, I smashed my shoulder on the door so hard it broke off its hinges and toppled on the floor. I went straight into my room and didn't leave it until the next day. That night I spent curled up in the fetal position repeating ‘I didn't mean to do it’ to myself, over and over again, reposed atop my bed, quivering and twitching. I must've had horrible nightmares, but I think the whole experience was blocked from my mind as I didn't remember it for years.

Remember how I said I previously feared the basement, but that there was no specific reason for such fear? Well, after that night it got a hundred times worse. Of course, since I couldn't remember what had actually happened, it was still irrational to me. But soon my memory was refreshed to why, every time I would walk past the open space that used to be covered by the basement door, my body would freeze up and my breath would be caught in my throat.

[all-hail-the-witcher]

I came back to you

look at that yall, your eyes do not deceive you, I actually did write something.

this is part two to this horrific angst mess

also uhhh shouts to mikey for describing a kiss to me (wink wonk) and doin the plan and shouts to fizz for being fizz and scalping me for making a Terrible Mistake

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genre: happy floofy make up stuff (I almost wrote angst ha lol)

ship: ralbert off and also married blush cause We Stan

warnings: hmm al is still paralyzed, race’s shoulder is still fucked, I think someone mentions depression or anti depressants or smth, fighting, screaming, I think thats it

editing: lkdfjghlkaghj

words: 3000 something

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Mush ran full force down the hallway straight into his husband.

“Whoa, Mushy,” Blink said grabbing his shoulders so he didn’t topple over. “What’s going on? Is hell chasing you?”

“Sorta,” Mush said before toning down him voice. “We need to talk. Right now.”

Blink raised his eyebrows. “Is everything okay?”

“Depends on your definition of okay,” Mush said. “Can you spare ten minutes?”

“Now?” Blink’s eyebrows knitted together.

Mush nodded and grabbed Blink’s hand, dragging him down several twisting hallways to a storage closet. He looked around for several seconds before yanking open the door and unceremoniously pushing Blink inside.

Mush flicked on the old light, casting a faint yellow glow on him and Blink. “We need to get Race and Albert back together.”

Blink stared at him for several long seconds before shrieking “What?”

“They’re totally miserable!” Mush groaned dramatically. “Race is convinced that Albert is paralyzed because of him, and Albert is convinced that Race doesn’t want him anymore and it’s driving me insane. Do you know how many of Albert’s check ups consist of him asking about how Race is? Every. Single. One. I can’t take it anymore. And it’s not just that, it’s making it harder for him. He was supposed to be all healed like three months ago. He was finally cleared last week. It’s not supposed to take six months to heal from a shattered pelvis! Three to four maybe, but six is insane. And don’t even get me started on Race, that kid is a disaster. He’s come to see me four whole times about his- babe, why are you laughing?” Mush cut himself off when he noticed Blink’s hysterics.

“Babe, I thought that you were hurt or we were about to be attacked,” Blink said as he fought to compose himself. “I wasn’t expecting you to lecture me on Albert and Race’s well-being.”

“But it’s truuueee!” Mush exclaimed, flailing his arms around dramatically. “For the safety of their health and wellbeing we have to get them back together.”

“Are you sure about this?” Blink asked. “They might not want to get back together and we don’t want to make it worse.”

“Blink, I’m their doctor and it’s affecting their mental health. I’d much rather try than have to prescribe them antidepressants,” Mush said.

“Alright,” Blink sighed poking Mush’s chest. “But if this backfires, I don’t know you.”

“Babe,” Mush sounded confused. “We’re married.”

“Then I’m printing divorce papers,” Blink said with an air of sarcasm.

Mush fake gasped. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh I would, Race is very scary when he's angry.”

“Yeah,” Mush agreed, “but he’s a stick. Albert is way more intimidating.”

“Yes,” Blink agreed. “But albert is also paralyzed, I doubt he’d be able to beat me up.”

Mush lightly slapped Blink upside the head. “Now now,” he scolded in his best doctor voice, “don't be ableist.”

Blink rolled his eyes. “When was the last time you saw him get in a fight?”

Mush considered for a minute. “Ah, yesterday actually. Romeo took his cookie at lunch.” He smirked mischievously. “See? Your point is invalidated.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” Blink scowled.

Mush popped his foot, smiled over his shoulder and batted his eyelashes playfully at Blink who groaned again before opening the door to the hallway.

“I think Race is scheduled for lookout tower duty today with Buttons, but Buttons already told me he has to call off for some reason so if you really want I can put Albert on with him,” Blink said as they headed down the hall back to central command.

“Depends,” Mush said. “Can we watch them make up on the security cameras?”

Blink looked at him incredulously. “Is that even a question?”

Mush jumped up and down and clapped his hands together. “I’ll get the popcorn!”

•••

Albert wheeled himself out of the rickety elevator and over to the door of the lookout tower. Why Blink has decided to put him on lookout tower duty at the last minute was beyond him - he knew it was a pain in the ass for him to get to.

He knocked loudly on the heavy wooden door. He hadn’t quite caught who he was on duty with so he was slightly horrified when a sadly familiar mop of blonde hair peeked out.

“Hey,” he tried to say casually. “Blink put me on duty with you last second, Buttons had a thing.”

Race merely nodded and opened the door, staring at the floor the entire time. He closed it behind Albert and wordlessly went back to his seat in front of the binoculars.

Albert sighed, not looking forward to nearly three hours of this, and wheeled himself over to the other chair - which was much too close to Race for his liking. With practiced ease, he maneuvered himself from his wheelchair into the other chair so that he could use the binoculars. He didn’t miss how Race kept his eyes averted the entire time.

“Who are you covering?” Albert asked almost reluctantly. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to hear Race’s voice yet.

Thankfully though, Race apparently wasn’t ready to talk yet and he pointed to three moving dots on the computer screen that was built into the tabletop. Race was watching JoJo and Henry, Smalls and Checks, and Finch and Spot, leaving Albert with Specs and Sniper and Mike and Ike.

Lookout tower duty essentially meant that you sat in the tower and kept tabs on the scouts who were out on patrol. They all had trackers on them - a new improvement since Albert’s accident - which transmitted their location to the digitized map on in the table. The scouts could send up a distress signal if they were in range and it was the people in the lookout tower who were responsible for sending them backup or medical assistance. Lookout tower duty also involved keeping tabs on the enemy and alerting the scouts if they got within range. It wasn’t a hard job, but it was generally improved by conversation.

•••

“This is the worst movie I’ve ever seen,” Mush groaned, slamming his head down on the table.

“That’s cause it’s not a movie,” Blink said, checking over some papers. “It’s real life.”

Mush groaned again and flopped onto Blinks shoulder. They had been watching Albert and Race on the security cameras for almost an hour but so far Albert had only said a few sentences and Race hadn’t said anything at all. For once in their lives they were actually doing their work, and merely sitting stiffly and sneaking glances at the other every few minutes. It was enough to make Mush’s head explode.

“Blinkkk,” Mush whined, “why couldn’t you have given them a job where they actually have to interaccttttttt?”

“Look, I told you not to meddle in their love lives,” Blink reminded him. “And this was what Race had. Albert hasn’t really been cleared yet to do stuff that involves interaction.” He paused. “Which you would know, because you’re his doctor.”

Mush whacked him on the arm with his badge.

“Besides,” Blink continued, “this is usually a job that requires talking, I’m surprised they haven’t said anything to each other yet.”

Mush stared at the array of buttons on Blink’s control panel. “Well,” he began sheepishly, “maybe we could contact one of the scout groups and have them send up a distress signal, surely that would get them to talk?’

Blink spun his chair around and gave Mush a cold, hard stare. “No,” he emphasized. “Distress calls are complicated and take a lot of people to answer, and they’re also dangerous. I am not risking the security of this entire operation just so our friends can talk.”

“You’re no fun,” Mush grumbled, shifting in his chair and looking back at the monitor that was displaying the security camera footage. Much to his surprise, Albert was turned slightly toward Race and it appeared that he was about to say something.

Mush leaned over and cranked up the sound. “Finally,” he sighed happily. “Babe, pass the popcorn, its finally getting interesting.”

“We don't have any?”

“Then go grab some. We’re gonna need it.”

•••

It felt like he had been sitting in silence for hours when finally Mike and Ike moved to a different location on the map. Albert reached for his pen to make note, only to discover that it had run out of ink. He groaned internally upon seeing that the pen cup was on Race’s side of the table.

“Hey, uh-”

Race jumped at the sound of Albert’s voice and Albert gave him an expressionless smile.

“Sorry. Could you just, uh, pass me a pen? Mine’s outta ink.”

Race nodded and wordlessly passed him one. Albert couldn’t help but notice the stiff robotic movements he was using - his shoulder was bothering him, and by the looks of it he hadn’t done anything to help it.

Albert opened his mouth, he couldn’t just let Race suffer in silence. Even after he had dumped him, he just couldn’t sit by and watch while he was in pain, it just wasn’t in his nature.

“Race?” Albert asked gently.

Race paused his writing but said nothing.

“Is your shoulder bothering you?” When Race didn’t respond, Albert took it as an invitation to proceed. “You’re holding it weird, and it looks painful. Have you been taking your meds? Do you want me to rub it for you?”

Race sighed, throwing his pen down onto the table and rubbing his temples with his hands. “You shouldn’t still care this much about me, not when I did- I did that to you.” He pointed at Albert’s wheelchair.

“Is that why you left me?” Albert felt anger bubbling up inside him. “You couldn’t own up to your mistakes?”

“No, I-”

“Then why else did you break up with me over a note?” Albert was furious now. “You could have at least done it in person!”

“No you don’t understand! I couldn’t bear to see you like that!” Race’s voice was scratchy - almost as if he hadn’t used it in awhile - and it cracked as he began to yell.

“You didn’t want me because I was disabled?”

“Al I didn’t want it to happen that way, you have to believe me!” Race begged.

“Then why didn’t you ever come see me? I was in the hospital for over a month and you couldn’t drag your sorry ass there to at least pay me a visit!”

“Albert I-”

“No, face it, you didn’t want me because I’m broken now! I’m not good enough for you because I can’t walk anymore, right! Well I’m still the same person, Race! It’s still me! And I still love you, even if you don’t love me!” Albert angrily turned back to his work, blocking out Race’s attempts at an apology.

•••

“MUSH!” Blink shrieked. “Stop this nonsense right now, can’t you see they’re fighting!”

Mush stood, transfixed as he watched Albert and Race scream at each other on the cameras. This had been a bad, bad idea.

“Mush!” Blink yelled again, shaking his arm. “We have to do something here before this gets bad!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m thinking okay?” Mush rubbed his hand across his forehead.

“Well think harder! I don’t wanna deal with blood later!”

Mush sighed, “Blink would you just-”

“Hey Blink could you run- oh hey Mush, what are you guys doing?”

The two of them looked up, utterly startled to see Jack standing in front of them, leaving through a folder of papers.

“Uh, paperwork,” Blink said immediately, picking up the stack of paper closest to him and looking it over casually. Mush followed suit, picking up another stack of paper, only to realize he was holding it upside down.

“Yeah….o kay,” Jack said uncertainly. “I can come back later...alright? I don’t wanna get caught in the middle of your married weirdness.” He backed up a few steps before running down the hallway.

“Paperwork?” Mush asked. “Really?”

Blink rolled his eyes. “Thank me later, let’s just get back to making sure that they don’t kill each other, okay?”

Mush looked at the screen again, and then looked twice. Albert and Race seemed to be, talking? Not screaming?

“Blink wait-” he said. “I think they’re doing it themselves.”

•••

After several long minutes of Race profusely apologizing, Albert had had enough. He had to face the facts: he was still very much in love with the idiot in front of him and he’d be damned if he didn't take this opportunity to make things right.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you,” Albert spoke softly, anxiously twirling his pen in his fingers. “It’s just...I’m tired of there not being an us anymore. Ever since my accident I’ve been so alone. I….fucking hell, I need you Racer.”

“Albie,” Race sighed, staring down at his map, “I need you too. It’s been so painful not being around you. But I don't want to hurt you any more that I already have.”

“Listen, I’m not pointing any fingers because I know that this could have happened to anyone, okay?” Race nodded limply. “You leaving me in the dust like that though? That hurt more than the actual injury, or the surgeries, or the pt.” “Al, I’m so sorry, I’m so, so sorry. I never meant to hurt you, physically or emotionally, I just-”

“Oh would you shut up and get over here?” Al interrupted, suddenly very much aware that there was far too much space between them. “I need to hold you.”

Race got up and moved slowly toward Albert, frowning when he patted his lap. “Aren’t I going to hurt you?”

“If you were I wouldn’t be able to feel it,” Albert shrugged. “I can’t feel anything from my hips down.”

“Al, I-”

“Don't you dare say ‘I’m sorry’ it’s not your fault, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good,” Albert smiled, pulling Race onto his lap and sighing in content as he wound his arms around his shoulders.

“God, I missed you so much,” Race sounded close to tears as he nuzzled his face into Albert’s shoulder, breathing in deeply.

“Never leave me again, okay?” Albert whispered, his breath tickling Race’s ear as they melted further into each other.

“Kiss?” Race blushed as he pulled away from Albert slightly.

Albert smiled and pressed a soft kiss onto Race’s lips which he returned, gentle and slow. When their lips broke Race snuggled back into Albert’s shoulder. “Did I kiss it better?” he asked, reaching up to play with the ends of Albert’s hair.

Albert could only describe the emotion that overcame him as love. “Yes,” he breathed contentedly, “yes you did.”

•••

“TAKE THAT!” Mush screamed in excitement, throwing a fist full of popcorn at Blink. “I TOLD YOU MY PLAN WOULD WORK!” He continued his victory dance around his husband as Race and Albert held each other tightly on the cameras.

“Yes, yes,” Blink sighed, picking pieces of popcorn off of his precarious stacks of paperwork. “I’m very proud of you.” “Proud enough for a kiss?” Mush came to a stop in front of Blink, batting his eyelashes dramatically.

“Proud enough for a kiss,” Blink reluctantly agreed, squeaking in surprise when Mush dramatically dipped him, but enjoying his husband’s breathy laughter against his lips.

“Ew.”

The two of them looked up startled to see Romeo, Jack, and Davey staring at them with mixed expressions of disgust painted on their faces. The end of shift bell must have rung without them noticing.

“What are you two up to?” Jack asked suspiciously. “You were being weird when I was over here before too.”

“We got Race and Albert back together!” Mush exclaimed, clapping his hands together excitedly. Three sets of eyes widened. “Look!” Mush said, pointing to the cameras where Race was standing by awkwardly as Albert maneuvered himself back into his chair. The group watched with bated breath as Race leaned down to mush his lips against Albert’s before they exited the watchtower.

“HOW DID YOU MANAGE THAT?!” Romeo screeched, jumping up and down as he accosted Mush with questions. “I’ve been trying for weeks and it hasn’t worked!”

“I think we should just be happy that they did it,” Davey said, leaning against the wall. “Those two were driving all of us insane.”

“Tell me about it,” Jack sighed. “If i had to hear Race ask one more time how Albert was doing I was gonna punt him off the roof without a second thought.”

Davey glared at him sideways.

“Well, maybe there would have been some second thoughts,” Jack said quickly, trying to backtrack. “You know what? Just forget I said anything.”

“I still can’t believe you managed to get the two of them back together,” Romeo repeated, shaking his head in disbelief. “Those two are more stubborn than a pair of yaks who-”

“AL SLOW DOWN!”

Romeo was interrupted by Albert speeding into command in his wheelchair with Race seated on his lap. The two of them crashed into a wall, sending them flying in a heap of giggles.

“Ah, back to normal already I see,” Davey mused, stepping over the heap of woefully in love boyfriends. “On behalf of us all, may I say: ITS ABOUT DAMN TIME!”

“Jeez Davey,” Race said, pulling himself up to his feet and righting Albert’s chair. “You don't have to be so blunt about it.” He turned to help Albert, who was in the process of trying to get himself up by doing a terribly executed kick up before giving in and accepting Race’s assistance.

“Yes I do,” Davey said, gesturing to Blink and Mush. “If it weren’t for the co captains of romance here, you two would still be hopeless depressed disasters.”

“I’m right here!” Romeo whined.

“Oh no,” Blink said, ignoring Romeo. “It was all Mush, I had nothing to do with it.”

“Oh was it now?” Race said, marching over to Mush with a devilish glint in his eye. “We will be having words later, Dr. Medding In His Patient's Love Lives.”

Mush shrank back in fear.

“C’mon Race,” Albert said, wheeling over. “Leave the man alone, he was just trying to help us. I, for one, am incredibly grateful.”

“See, someone appreciates my efforts,” Mush scowled.

Race shrugged indifferently. “This is still not acceptable. Meet me tonight, three am, behind the supply closet. We’ll settle this the old fashioned way.” He cracked his knuckles for extra emphasis.

Mush scoffed and turned back to Blink as the two of them made their way down the hallway. “Did you see that, babe?” Mush said. “As if they could have gotten back together without my efforts. They’re so- wait, what's this?”

Blink had thrust a few sheets of paper at him while he had been rambling.

“Divorce papers,” he said simply, turning on his heel and walking off down the opposite hallway. “You’ll be hearing from my lawyer.”

Mush stared at the papers in his hands for a few long seconds before taking off after his husband.

“LOUIS GET YOUR SORRY ASS BACK HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!”

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