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generalallxsanjishipper · 1 year ago

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Some incorrect\extremely correct quotes for my EXTREMELY FAR AWAY IN THE FUTURE ADP FIC (and in part in TIALAMYDK LMAO)

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Alice *after entering Douxie's mind for several minutes, on the floor*: Oh, wow. Your brain is a disaster

Douxie *also on the floor*: Yeah, I know

Alice : Ever thought about doing drugs?

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Zoe: Casperan.

Douxie: Ashildr.

Zoe: Clumsy dumbass.

Douxie: Angry Chiwawa.

Claire: *confused* What are they doing?

Archie: Insulting contest.

Claire: Ah.

Zoe: Old Man.

Douxie: Dwarf.

Zoe: Flat ass.

Douxie: Useless Half Lesbian

Zoe: Knucklehead

Douxie: Mosquito

Zoe: Peter Pan

Douxie: *Suddenly grinning* Pinky pie.

Zoe: EXCUSE ME?

Douxie: HA! *Claps hands with a smug face* I WON!

Zoe: HOW DID YOU JUST CALL ME?! I'M GONNA FUCKING END YOU!

Alice: Now, now…

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Douxie: Hello, my name is Failure, and you're watching my life crumble into pieces.

Douxie: *waves his fingers and sings like he is in a Disney Channel intro*

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Simon: Why are you on fire?

Douxie: This is just how my day is going.

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Douxie: Everybody shut up, please! I'm thinking.

Zoe, patting him on the back: Well, don’t think too hard. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.

Douxie: Oh, for the bloody sake, Ashildr!

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Jim: I’m here for the cult stuff.

Alice: How did you find us?

Jim: I saw your ad on craigslist.

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Alice: To be honest, I'm kinda pissed that I'm not asleep in bed next to the love of my life in a cottage with no obligations other than watering my vegetable garden.

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Archie, looking at Douxie, Alice, Simon and Zoe: Okay, so I need to become a therapist faster.

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Simon, on the phone: Oh, hey man… Sorry for accusing you of murder last week.

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Alice: Someone take me to art museums and make out with me.

Zoe: But they said not to touch the masterpieces.

Alice: Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall.

Douxie, on a mic that he brought by himself: This is Douxie, those idiots are fucking around in the East wing again.

Douxie:*drops the mic on the floor and leaves, muttering about being a third wheel*

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Zoe: Mom liked to say ‘you can be part of the problem or part of the solution,’ but I happen to believe you can be both.

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Jim: Who's in charge here?

Zoe, shrugging: Usually whoever yells the loudest. So, me.

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Barbara, seeing both Douxie and Alice on wheelchairs: I hope you have an explanation for this.

Alice: We have three, actually! :D

Douxie: Pick your favorite.

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Alice: *venting endlessly to Simon about her week*

Simon, every once in a while: *in a monotone* Wow, that is so wild.

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Alice: Yeah, well I've never died so how do I know that Gods or... God are real.

Nari:*appears*

Alice: WHAT THE FLIP

Athena:*appears too*

Alice:*looses her flipping mind*

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Zoe, to Claire: Well, one of us has to be wrong and it’s not going to be me.

Claire:

Claire: Yes, it's you, actually.

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Alice, *talking about Zoe*: She's the girl of my dreams!

Douxie: You say to most of the girls that they are the girl of your dreams.

Alice: I have a lot of dreams.

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Douxie: The next time I open up to someone, it'll be my autopsy.

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Simon: Sorry I can’t be emotionally vulnerable with you, it'd ruin the mystery.

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Zoe, *talking about one of her first meeting with Douxie*: And then he ran into my knife. He ran into my knife several times.

Jim: You mean you stabbed him?

Zoe: He ran into my knife.

Douxie: She ran into my knife, too.

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Zoe: I don’t even have time to tell you how wrong you are.

Jim: Okay?

Zoe: …

Zoe: Actually it’s gonna bug me if I don’t, so...

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*Zoe and Alice are texting*

Zoe: Your ass is like…

Zoe: Spacious

Alice: WHAT

Zoe: Sorry, I didn’t want to say fat because it might trigger your ED

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Bastard number 1:*sarcastically, while leaving* I hope you all make it to adulthood.

Jim: That’s... a great prayer.

Simon: A needed one.

Douxie: A needed one indeed.

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Simon: I will send my army to attack!

Simon: *makes roaring noises*

Simon: *releases a dumpster of raccoons*

Jim, next to his Vespa: WHOA

Jim: THEY WERE YOURS????

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Zoe, singing to the tune of I Kissed a Girl: I killed a guy, and I liked it-

Douxie, whispering: Should we call the exorcist?

Alice, also singing: The taste of his cherry chapstick.

Simon, appalled, but looking apathetic: Call the exorcist.

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Zoe: Alice and I are no longer dating.

Alice: Zoe, that’s a horrible way of telling people we’re married.

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Zoe: Hey, quick question. How petty am I allowed to be?

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Alice: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything?

Alice: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies.

Toby: Socks are Feetie Heaties.

Jim: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties.

Douxie: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies.

Claire: Stamps are Lickie Stickies.

Zoe: I hate you guys so much.

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Alice, looking through their clothes: Has anyone seen my top?

Simon, grabbing his mint gums without looking at her: Zoe's in the kitchen.

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a-yuu-in-the-yuuniverse · 7 months ago

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A/N: Well Marisa's lore. I'm sorry if this is quite boring. I'm not a very good novel writer.

SPOILER WARNING: INCOMPLETE WORK

CONTENT WARNING: human experimentation, emotional manipulation, etc etc

Basically I'm clearing out drafts (I only have one) cause I'm lazy with art block again

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"click, click."

A doctor(?) flicks a syringe with a strangely coloured liquid inside twice.

It seems like the liquid has a mind of its own, sloshing around the syringe.

The room is quite small, while also brightly lit. There is an iron door which seems to only open with a special keycard. There doesn't seem to be any gaps to let any air or magic in or out. The only other form of escape is a small vent on the ceiling of the room, but it is too small to crawl into...

A lifeless(?) human(?) is strapped tightly onto an operating table, seemingly twitching and sprawled across the table. It seems to be extremely weak. The light is shining directly onto it.

"Unit 143, I swear this is the last experiment, my child." The doctor(?) smiles, and lovingly(?) strokes the human's(?) cheek.

"After this, you will be the last, and the perfect specimen. You won't be a filthy orphan anymore, you'll be the catalyst to save this wretched world! Finally... Finally!" The smile morphs into a smirk. A smirk that's evil, creepy while still full of ambition and pride.

The doctor(?) cackles while holding Unit 143's hand still, ready to inject the strangely coloured liquid.

Unit 143 screams, the sound coming out strange due to it's hoarse voice. It seems like this has been done before...

The walls of the room are painted(?) in black. It doesn't seem like the painter did a very good job...

There are splatters of paint everywhere, and it isn't evenly coated. Though the black ink(?) is everywhere in the room. From the ceiling to the floor, there is not a singular place where it isn't stained.

Around the walls of the room are cages filled with black blobs. The only exception being the door, while it was also the only way to escape to the outside, or the other parts of the lab.

I wish I never took his hand.

Life in the slums would be better than now.

I wish I wasn't so naive.

How could I fall for her half-hearted acting skills?

Was it because I didn't know love?

Was I that desperate for affection, for someone's warmth?

"Doctor!"

I used to say that and run into her arms, unbeknownst to her true nature.

"Oh! My, how have you been? I'm so sorry, I had some work to do."

She said, hugging me back.

Even now I wonder sometimes. How did I not see the disgust in her eyes? Feel the reluctance in her actions? Notice her half-hearted attitude?

Was I proud of the fact that someone "loved" and fed me?

Even to the point of ignoring the hushed whispers and mumbles of others around me.

"It's that magic girl again."

"Acting so smug just because someone likes her."

"She should die already, her and her stupid magic."

"Magic killed my parents. She's such a freakshow."

"No wonder her parents abandoned her."

Should I have let those words get to me back then?

Should I have let loose, and used my magic to kill them all?

Ah, but my stupid magic was the thing that got me into this mess to begin with.

Doctor Gizensha was a "philanthropist".

Yeah, sure she was.

But back then, for us slum dwellers, she was our saviour. She gave everyone of us food every week without fail.

I was hesitant at first. Why would anyone, especially in a place like this, do such a thing out of the kindness of their heart?

I was suspicious. I knew there had to be some sort of catch.

And I should've stayed that way.

But she managed to break down my walls.

Week after week, she treated everyone nicely, even me!

She gave good food, and even gave me an expensive black ink fountain pen.

In my eyes, she was my saviour, like an angel that came down to heaven.

With her beautiful fake smile and actions, she turned into my god. everything was fake everything was fake-

She showed me how to trust and how to love.

And for many years after that, I treasured that pen.

The outside was a beautiful black, while the tip was the same blue as my eyes.

Though, I wasn't sure of what I would use it for, and why she even gave me it in the first place.

The rest were just jealous that she gave me special treatment. I got more and better food than the others, and she treated me better. I also did escalate the situation via taunting them by sticking out my tongue when the doctor wasn't looking.

I knew that, they knew that. They were just being immature, childish, and petty. Even though the majority of them were children like me at the time, but still.

So, I suppose I was also a part of the problem why they hated me. But they already hated me, and it wasn't that bad afterwards anyway.

I was only 7 at the time, how could you blame me? A child has got to be childish sometimes. Most slum people in the slums I grew up in were older than me, the minority were younger.

That's why I took her hand that day.

I wanted to show them that I wasn't just a freak. That I could be better. Better than them, better than everyone in that stupid slum!

I wanted them to see that someone could actually love me, and cherish me.

And what better to do that than to get adopted by someone I revered and praised as my saviour and god, the one and only woman who managed to break down all my walls?

...And I was such a fool to actually wholeheartedly believe that. The biggest fool in the world, even!

So shortly after she took me in, the experiments started.

After the first injection, physical, mental, and emotional tests started.

Then it repeated.

Again.

And again.

And again!

And again..

And again...

And.. again...

And... again...

I was tired of it all. I wondered how long it had been since I saw the sun.

But I put up with it. All for the Doctor. All for her.

I was desperate for someone's warmth. So, so desperate.

It didn't matter who it was. I just wanted someone, anyone!

I also wanted to repay her for everything.

Because without her, I wouldn't have survived the slums. I would've survived just fine without her she just had to emotionally manipulate me and I believed that lying snake with every single fiber of my soul.

How unlucky of me to have picked the wrong person.

After every improvement, after every injection, I got just a slight glimpse of what her "love" was.

A hug, a compliment and some praise, but that was it.

"Oh, you did so well! Good job."

Then everything was cold again.

I craved it, I wanted it, I needed it.

And that was all I needed for me to do her bidding. That was all I needed to have the motivation and mental strength to continue on.

A/N: I'm not continuing this I'm LAZYYYYYYYYYYYYY maybe one day tho

But this is how it would go if I continued it

Something something experimentations go more in detail something something Yin and Yang something something about lore and character development something something escaping something something Lilia Vanrouge

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst wonderland #twisted oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #my ocs #my ocs <3 #oc #yt oc #marisa neri #boom #not seen yet but #yin #yang #yin and yang #yin yang

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postmoderntongues · 10 months ago

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So are you a radfem or are you thirsting for girlcock? You are so all over with your posts are you pro-woman or pro-trans?

It has been like 2 years since I claimed the radfem label, I think they have a lot of really regressive ideas about horror and horror is my special interest as an autistic person and I really can't handle people who try to moralize fiction instead of calling their local precincts in a phone-bank situation and demanding that the untested rape kits be run or writing letters to women in prison/visiting elderly women in nursing homes, running drives for supplies for single mothers, escorting at a clinic, anything that takes more effort than going "that art that was made to be disturbing is disturbing so anybody who interacts with it or appreciates any aspect of it as art is immoral and a bad feminist". Like Yeah I like early Lucifer Valentine movies because they were a major part of my teen years and as a bulimic I relate to them in a weird way but Ive also volunteered as a clinic escort 3 times this year for a 7 hour shift in the freezing cold and last time I was in the hospital took both a girl who had never been before and was just 18 under my wing and protected her from the heroin fuckboys and also an older woman who was half-lucid I would personally go to her room when there was a meal or activity to make sure she didn't get left behind and we bonded over liking VC Andrews and she called me her "bonus granddaughter" by the time I was discharged, and then I called her twice a week until she was discharged and we lost touch. Can yall who judge me say that you've done as much? What are you actually doing for women if you are wasting time moralizing fiction?

Also i consider gender dysphoria to be a mental illness, which I personally have, I am detransitioned. I don't want people who have cocks in some of my private spaces but Im also a strong believer that we need to create 3rd sex safe spaces and cis-free spaces for trans people to be safe in. But im not "sucking girlcock" (im guessing you are a "rudefem" or whatever) by trying to be inclusive when I can be and treat everybody with dignity and basic respect regardless of their gender. I don't like making people feel bad because Im not trying to put myself in the place of the bullies who hurt me in my teens to feel better, it doesn't make me feel good to point out ways trans women don't pass or misgender them on purpose. When I feel as if I've hurt somebody's feelings, I feel bad. I don't have this hatred for trans people that a lot of the radfem community professes, another reason why I stopped identifying with the community. Again, when I was in the hospital, everybody under 20 was trans. I protected those kids FIRECLY. I corrected the old people immediately when they misgendered them ("You're so silly, Mr. Smith, Aiden is a boy, he just has a young face") and we had a lot of really great conversations about dysphoria which one of them later contact me on facebook and said I gave them the courage to detransition.

Im not trying to post "consistent" politics because I disagree with and agree with different aspects of most political issues and I don't owe anybody consistency. This is my personal vent blog Im not running for office. Ralph Waldo Emmerson wrote, "A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall. Speak what you think now in hard words, and to-morrow speak what to-morrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict every thing you said to-day. — 'Ah, so you shall be sure to be misunderstood.' — Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood." I think that sums it up better than I could.

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lawrencegarte · 10 months ago

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Have you ever wondered why you look up at the sky for answers? Or why flowers in the wind are effortless and eloquent dancers? What forms the rings in the trees? Turns a pine from a seed? What's passed down generationally, to you? (And to me?) And why our eyes all look like microscopic galaxies? Have you ever wondered why you look up at the sky for answers?

Well, you don't have to look too hard We're here for all your question marks If you're try'na figure out just who you are Don't look far In the sky, and your front yard In your heart and in your scars If you really wanna know just who you are You're a star (yes!)

Boom! Did we just blow your mind? Uh-huh Well, I've known the entire time When it comes to the universe we're all shareholders Get that trough your system (Solar!) See we're all just little nebulae in a nursery From supernovas now we've grown into our history We're taking why's right out of mystery, closure Now we're taking in All the star exposure!

We eat the leaves and they eat the sun See that's where all the balls of gas come from Hey, you still look like you're hanging on by a strand But if you just see the mushrooms then you'll understand

So your dust, is my dust? Fantastic! Huh!

Well, you don't have to look too hard It's all around and not too far If you're try'na figure out just who you are You're a star! Do you know you're a work of art Even in the deepest dark? If you really wanna know just who you are I'm a star!

Here's a little fun allegory That gets me excitatory This might sink in in the morning We are our own origin story If I'm explaining this poorly Well I'll let star do it for me It's all quite revelatory We are our own origin story

You don't have to look too hard It's all around and not too far If you're try'na figure out just who you are You're a star! No matter where you end or start We're all each other's counterparts If you really wanna know just who you are I'm a star! Woo

Ooh, I'm a star! Watch out world here I are (hey, hey) You know who's lookin' sharp? (Who?) Me, I'm a star! (Woo) Ooh, you're a star! Watch out world, here you are! (Hey, hey) You know who's lookin' sharp? (Who?) You! You're a star!

I can't help it if mirrors love my face

It's genetics! Yeah, I got these genes from outer space

Peep the name, I'm magnificent

I put the "I" in "omnipotent"

I'm passionate, I'm not petulant

Someone praise me for my benevolence

Uh, just look, ha-ha

I'd give the clothes off Benito's back

If you really needed that

I'd be the first one to volunteer Henry

If your home were to crumble

Or if you were in trouble

I let you live here for free

And I don't even charge you rent

I clean up all your messes

And I'm always there when you need to vent

I give and give and give and give

You'd think they'd all be content

And all I really want is just a little respect

And this is the thanks I get?

This is the thanks I get?

And this is the thanks I get?

"You're so brilliant"

Ah, that's the least you could say

There's more, admit it

"You're cute and strong and bold and brave, " thanks

See this kingdom? I built it up

And you still complain? Ungrateful much?

Mm, are you sure that you're not the prob?

I'd love to see you try and do my job, oh-ho!

I granted fourteen wishes last year

Come on, that's a high percent

And now you're questioning your king?

The disrespect I just underwent

You know I always got your back

Yeah, really though, it's no sweat

Since the day you were born and the day that we met

And this is the thanks I get?

This is the thanks I get?

And this is the thanks I get?

I didn't wanna do this

I swore I'd never do this

But I'm hypnotized by how these pages flip

'Cause I refuse to have my power stripped

A potion, a spell, a summon, a curse?

Anything to make that light reverse

To this book, I don't wanna be tethered, but

Desperate times call for desperate measures

Brr, where was I? Oh, yeah

There's a traitor in this town

And still I remain unbent

Come out now, explain yourself

I'm sure it's all just an accident

Well, whoever finds them first

Now, that's a wish well spent

Honestly, keeping you safe should be worth every cent

And this is the thanks I get?

This is the thanks I get?

And this is the thanks I get?

This is the thanks I get?

Oh, this is the thanks I get?

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grapecinnamon · 10 months ago

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Claire's Lost Hope (a story to help me vent)

I would like to say that something bad happened and I would like to take that and at least make something out of it. Not something good, or something bad, I don't think, but it's something regardless. Don't feel bad for me. Because anytime I get upset, I need to make it into something, or else it'll sit and fester in me forever and turn into something terrifying. So if you're seeing this written, just know I'm better. Not cured, but better.

And now, please proceed at your own discretion.

Cw: alcohol

Claire had been hard at work with her little story. Well, it wasn’t really little as much as it

was a long story with roughly fifty-four pages. She was excited, the feeling of finally getting motivated to write again was exhilarating. Most people who saw Claire wouldn’t expect someone like her to be so interested in literature. But still, she loved this hobby and couldn’t wait to show her mom the printed out pages. She would be the first one to read the work of art. Claire walked down the stairs. There she saw: her mother drunk on the couch.

What a pitiful sight to witness. No, she didn’t drink because she was sad, quite the

opposite actually. But regardless, she was not fun to be around. She wasn’t really a sad drunk, or an angry drunk, Claire would describe her as an irritating drunk. The kind that makes Claire, her own daughter, more mature. Regardless, she’d hope that maybe her mother would be different. Ah. she could picture it in her head now: Claire walks in, giving her mother the best book she’s ever written. Or at least that’s what Mom says. But it makes sense! That’s her mom after all. She doesn’t read it right away, but talks about how she’s excited to read it, not realizing how invested she’ll be in the plot, all before reaching the end, yes, finishing the book, and thinking, “I wish there was more.” And there will be. Mom will be so happy. She’ll be overjoyed that her daughter is gonna become the next Stephen King.

But (oh god, I’m sure you know how this is gonna go, huh? Yeah, sorry, but life is a fucking sham and we’re all gonna die. Anyway…)

Claire walked in with the future publishable book in her hand, the money maker, the

inspiration maker, the fandom maker, oh my god, Claire will have fans! She handed it to her mother as if it was the Holy Grail!

“Look! It’s the book I wrote. If you’re ever interested in reading it, please let me know

when you take a look inside.”

“Oh… sure…” Claire’s mom took the book and threw it onto the coffee table. She went

back to scrolling on her phone and drinking from her wine. Yep… the book was hardly acknowledged. HARDLY ACKNOWLEDGED! Claire couldn’t believe it. No, “I can’t wait to read it.” No, “You’re so talented.” No, “I’m so proud of you, Claire. You mean the world to me. Oh my God, I’m so glad you’re my daughter.” How dare she hardly acknowledge my book. Was she even gonna read it? I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to ask.

“So, when are you gonna read it?” Claire asked.

“Oh, I’m not gonna read it now,” Claire’s mom slurred, looking at her daughter as if she

was accusing her of a murder. “I won’t finish it, I know that.”

“I… you’re not?”

“No.”

“You’re not gonna finish it?”

“No!” Claire had to fight back tears.

“What do you mean? Are you even gonna read it?”

“Oh, yeah, I’ll read it. But not now, I wanna look at these videos.”

If there was anyone more obsessed with her phone, it was her mom. My god, it was

mind-boggling how someone could be so selfish. Was Claire just boring? Would her mom rather watch videos of other people then listen to and be invested in her own daughter about her book? Her daughter was in the fifth grade, which is not something that most fifth graders liked to do, and wrote a novel that she hoped at least her mother would put the wine glass down to look at. But it wasn’t interesting. Claire wasn’t interesting.

Her mom didn’t even see how upset Claire was as she slowly walked up the stairs to her

bedroom. The rest of the night was spent crying into her pillow and thinking about how boring she was. Claire could not comprehend in her heavy heart, so heavy it was like carrying a bowling ball in her ribcage, how a mother could be bored of their child. She did nothing to make her upset… Well, that’s the thing, she did NOTHING. Her brain was full of hurtful thoughts about herself. God, it would be so easy to just go back and ask her mother to elaborate, to hear her out. But, oh, she doesn’t remember what she tells her daughter by morning after a night of dry humping a bottle of liquid that tastes like nail polisher. Yes, that’s it. ‘If I was a bottle of alcohol,’ Claire thought. ‘I would never be ignored. I’d always be interesting. You can’t mix a human with cranberry juice cocktail. Ooh! Cranberry juice cocktail mixes with a lot of alcohol! I should be that instead. Those drinks never get ignored.’But then again, they get used up and the bottle gets thrown out. I guess Claire can never win. It’s hard to gain others' approval. Perhaps it was time to quit. And maybe quit something else…

This was five years ago. Claire hasn’t shared her writing projects with anyone. Yes, she’s still passionate. But there’s no way she could ever publish her stuff. If even her mother thought she was boring, so would her friends, her school, her neighbors, her town, her state, the whole world even. She couldn’t give up, but she couldn’t be public about it. If Mom thought her book was boring, so would everyone else.

#writing #short story #original fiction #short fiction #fiction #author #unpublished #vent #vent post #vent writing #vent tw

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urlasage · 1 year ago

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you get what you need

I saw her today at the reception A glass of wine in her hand I knew she would meet her connection At her feet was her footloose man

No, you can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want But if you try sometime you'll find You get what you need

I saw her today at the reception A glass of wine in her hand I knew she was gonna meet her connection At her feet was her footloose man

You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want But if you try sometimes, well, you might find

. You get what you need

. Ah, yeah Oh

And I went down to the demonstration To get my fair share of abuse Singing, "We're gonna vent our frustration If we don't we're gonna blow a fifty-amp fuse" Sing it to me, honey

You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want But if you try sometimes, well, you just might find You get what you need Ah baby, yeah Ah

I went down to the Chelsea drugstore To get your prescription filled I was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy And, man, did he look pretty ill We decided that we would have a soda My favorite flavor, cherry red I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy Yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was "dead" I said to him

You can't always get what you want, well no You can't always get what you want. I tell you, baby You can't always get what you want, no But if you try sometimes you just might find, uh, mm You get what you need, oh yeah, woo!

Ah, woo!

You get what you need, yeah, oh baby Ah yeah

I saw her today at the reception In her glass was a bleeding man She was practiced at the art of deception Well, I could tell by her blood-stained hands, sing it

You can't always get what you want, yeah You can't always get what you want, ooh yeah, child You can't always get what you want But if you try sometimes you just might find You just might find You get what you need, ah yeah Ah baby, woo!

Ah, you can't always get what you want, no, no, baby You can't always get what you want, you can't now, now You can't always get what you want But if you try sometimes you just might find You just might find that you You get what you need, oh yeah Ah yeah, do that

#lyrics #you can't always get what you want #the rolling stones #96 #krk #Spotify

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dylan-westwick · 2 years ago

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Dylan gave him a look, knowing he was obviously teasing her, but also it was certainly something that he would do. "I meant I wish I could just be more confident, not that I want to go trespassin'!" She exclaimed, knowing better than to just hop fences into places where dangerous things could happen. Laughing a bit as Atlas vented a little about family dynamics in way of explaining what would happen. "Speaking of, somethin' funny happened after my day with the wolves prize that I won." She knew she'd asked Lucas to not tell his brother about the mix up, but it was hard to hold that information from her best friend. "Ah damn, look at you. I do hope ya get to do some fun stuff soon? Oh yeah? Well, we can figure somethin' out, I'm sure. Maybe start a new hobby? Pick up an old one? Hang out at the gallery with me and pretend like you're an art critic?"

"Guess it's a good thing she's hanging out for a bit. Maybe you should have her take you around town. Do some crazy shit. Just stay off the fences at the rescue. I really don't wanna replace anything or you know, play hero because you two picked the wrong enclosure to test out." It seemed like an ideal suggestion, one that he would have taken upon himself if he wasn't walking a finer line in life. He'd barely touched booze in months, let alone did anything that was even remotely close to dangerous or fun. "Even better. My mom just needs someone to humble her and Lucas... he won't say anything. Hell, he might even try and drop a line. Who knows?" Regardless, he had no doubt that Tatum could handle herself. A quiet huff of air fell from his mouth, eyes rolling at the innocent head kiss. He felt like he'd done something right. "Not a whole lot. Work, not much play. Honestly, I've cut back on booze and now I don't know what I'm supposed to do with myself."

#thread #thread: atlas williams

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mischievous-monster · 4 years ago

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#haha found out an artist i used to really like as a kid blocked me #like i found them and i went ‘HEY i used to really love this persons art ! i should go check them out if theyre still active !’#and lo and behold #blocked by them #ah oh well #i guess its cuz they dont want minors on their page ? which is understandable #although it does kinda suck though because i looked up to this person so much #ill try not to overthink it #god fuck yeah alright #vent #mischievous thoughts #i want to draw but eugh

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reallyromealone · 3 years ago

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My friend I do not know if you want to get request rn but I have this idea

So Bonten Ran meeting male reader for the first time, the reader works for Bonten but is hardly at the headquarters because of what he does, so no one really knew what kind of person he was, he was just like there and everyone knew him.

So for the first time Ran meets him and the reader is just blushing the whole time, not because he is flustered, it's just normal for him to blush in any kind of situation. But obviously Ran thinks it's because of him and acts like the reader is totally in love with him. "only because I'm blushing doesn't mean I like you" cue a kinda stunned Ran that then tries to make the reader actually fall in love with him

I hope you can work with it somehow

I love requests fam.

Also...

(name) (last name).

The shadow of Bonten.

He was Bontens thief and because of his profession in Bonten he was rarely at the headquarters and instead around the world stealing both precious items but also information and secrets from the enemy and governments alike.

So no one really knew what he looked like when he wandered into Bonten per request of Mikey.

Never the socialable person due to what he does, (name) doesn't talk to a lot of people.

Or really at all.

"Hmm? And who are you?" A sauve voice rang out, catching (name)s attention as he walked down the expensive hallway towards the meeting room and locked eyes with playful lavender eyes.

Not used to small talk and the like, (name) blushed slightly before turning around and speed walking away; unsure what to do in this situation.

Ran chuckled at the mystery mans expression, mistaking his discomfort for conversation as being flustered by Rans charms.

"Interesting..." Ran said to himself before stalking towards his prey, but sadly the pretty thing already vanished.

(Name) stealthily climbed through the vents before eventually reaching Mikey's office and hopping out Infront of the door and knocking.

The faint 'enter' was his only cue to go in.

It was mainly a briefing of the events in Moscow and the information he had collected, now in Mikey's hands.

"Sir, is it alright if I exit through your vent?"

Mikey raised his eyebrow as if telling him to continue and (name) sighed, Mikey surprisingly was one of the few people who didn't make (name) flustered... probably because (name) had the utmost trust in his boss.

"I'm avoiding a Haitani"

"Which one?"

"Ran..."

Ah yes.

The whore Haitani.

"I would say yes but sadly i can't because there are traps in mine specifically" Mikey explained and (name) deflated and trudged out when Mikey dismissed him.

At least he has a few days off...

Walking out he office, (name) tried to get away as fast as possible to avoid small talk and fluster himself again...but god seems to hate him.

"Ah there you are~"

Stiffening he slowly turned to see the tall haitani in all his glory, lopsided grin and all and (name) already wanted to smack him, hating himself for blushing despite being annoyed.

"So flustered...does someone have a crush on me~?" Ran said teasingly as he moved closer to the art thief who just glared at him but the blush really didn't make him look intimidating at all "just because I'm blushing, it doesn't mean I like you!" (Name) said angrily, catching the attention of the other Bonten members and only Koko recognized him as (name)s job involved making Bonten more money.

"(Name)? You're already back from Moscow?" Koko said with a raised eyebrow and (name) was thankful for the change of conversation and bowed professionally to his other boss "yes sir, I collected the item you wanted" (name) said with a blush but Koko had become aware of the others social skills---well lack of them.

"Excellent, well have a good day (name)" nodding (name) quickly made his exit, leaving the bonten executives alone.

"Koko, you know pretty boy?"

"(Name)? Yeah, everyone knows him but not a lot have actually seen him" Koko explained and Ran tried to remember where he heard that name, then it clicked.

"He's Bontens thief..."

"God you're slow, and now you made him annoyed with you"

"I thought he had a crush on me!"

" He blushes with almost everyone, he's shy and not great with small talk--- his job doesn't involve a lot of chit chat"

Ran took in this information and for some reason he wanted to get to know the art thief a bit more.

The next morning, (name) woke to no alarm and slowly got out of bed, jet lag killing him a bit.

He went about his day, going out and getting new clothes as the ones from his last mission were torn and fraying ay the edges.

What he wasn't expecting was that Haitani fucker at the same store he was at and much to his lack of luck he noticed him.

"What a suprise! Doing shopping?" Ran said with obvious fake suprise and (name) was nothing short of annoyed as he held his shopping bags as to say 'no shit'.

"What do you want haitani?" (Name) mumbled with a blush while continuing his shopping "what do you mean pretty boy?"

"Why are you so persistent? I'm not some whore for you to fuck and dump" (name) hissed out and glared at him with cherry red cheeks and God did ran wanna kiss him.

Ran was hooked and he accepted it and answered honestly, something he wasn't used to doing.

"I don't know but I want to"

"What?"

"I want to know you more, please let me know more"

This time (name)s blush was different, not from general fluster but because he didn't know how to react to his words.

"Fuck it up and I swear to God"

"I would never"

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #bonten x reader #ran haitani x reader #haitani ran #ran haitani

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kalims · 2 years ago

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Who is your favorite moot and why? You can add more then one moot!

!!! uhhh no hard feelings for the others that weren't mentioned I still love yall 💜

not in order

1.) @raix-lv

I've known rai for a pretty long time actually! so naturally they fall under the favorite category. real ones remember we met through the neige article..

pjsekai god pt.1

+ check out their art !

2.) @ravynous

ravy caught my eye when I saw the la signora theme they had (WHICH BY THE WAY WAS THE BEST) we bonded through being two peas in a pod.. AKA signora stan to signora stan

3.) @hxnarii

LIKE literally the one that I did not met through twst(?) IT WAS SO RANDOM I THINK IT WAS IN A VENT I HAD HELP kinda awkward yeahhhh but we've known each other for a while as well

pjsekai god pt.2😦

4.) @thomanok

AH YES BRIAN MY LOVE I can count on them to pop in my inbox 😩 even if there's a concerning picture with it.. U WERE VV INTIMIDATING BEFORE. MORE SO WHEN I SAW THAT DM U HAD WITH A PERSIN 😭

5.) @zgvlt

I haven't known nathya as long as the other 4 but 🥺 her writing and banners is an 11/10 for me I love it sm ANYWAYS LIKE I LOOKED UP TO HER 😭😭 I was like: zamn I wish I could make quality, LONG fics like this and not get bored

6.) @cupids-chamber

ah yes cupid.

the one who got me unshadowbanned LOL (fun fact: I was not home when we first interacted but rather my hometown lol) YH I went thru a lotta stuff, including discord servers and... rick astley suprises with cupid

... let us not talk about the very chaotic family tree

7.) @honey-milk-depresso

omg not but last atleast!! we got my longest moot ever 😩😩 actually I saw honey in my notifs when i was writing for genshin in the past and after I was interested in twst it was like a: 😲 moment when I realized honey knows twst too!!

8.) @k2mnji

misoo welcome back again 🙌❤ <- my walmart heart hands thing

misoo answered my questions about college and stuff and my only moot I can talk about tokyo revengers and my bby izana + a lot of eventful topic in dms I won't disclose but yeah it's been fun!

8.) @dr3amscap3

essentially my platonic father here but idk if that's still a thing

also the one who used to spam me rick astley links and the reason why I think twice before clicking on a link from an anon (tip: BE CAREFUL IF MIKAS IN UR INXOX WITH A LINK FR)

#. . mail #. . nonnie

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jayietheriverwarrior · 3 years ago

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Well, here's that last bit of currently-completed art I was hinting at. It's fanart for a certain awesome comic by @the-exiled-comic, The Exiled, featuring my absolute favorite character from the comic, OceanClan's medicine cat Whisperleaf!

I'm always a sucker for the snarky characters, and "snarky medicine cat" is one of my favorite character types in Warriors (there's a reason Jayfeather and Yellowfang are two of my alltime favorite Warriors characters), so I was already predisposed to like Whisperleaf. But oh, did this guy turn out to be so much more than just that snarky character. He has honestly brought so much compassion and clear-headed perception into the true anxiety and pain underlying much of Fishpaw's earlier behavior, and a clear understanding of how badly other characters have been treating her and why it was wrong, to the story and to Fishpaw's life.

I don't think Fishpaw has had anyone (in a positive of authority) this truly supportive, understanding, and comforting in her life up until this point - her mom is completely overbearing and controlling and awful, Coralclaw was awful, Crowstar publicly humiliated her by refusing to make her a warrior even though she caught prey during her assessment like she was supposed to and refused to even let her ask why she was being denied and refused to offer an explanation (why no, I'm not still salty about that, why do you ask? XD)... Firespots is a good dude, but he's a rogue without much power to really help her other than letting her vent to him, and Cloverfall was good and tried to help her, but was a bit too busy to really be there for her the way that Whisperleaf has been.

You can just see such a change in Fishpaw since she started training with him. With Coralclaw, she was defensive and yeah, maybe a bit bratty, but the more we see of how Coralclaw treated her as her mentor, the clearer it becomes how much that was a defense mechanism against the treatment she was getting. But now that she's training with a mentor who actually respects her and is supportive and kind, she respects him in turn and is an attentive apprentice to him, even trusting him enough to tell him about her sneaking around, something she was absolutely terrified about telling Cloverfall about. Even if she isn't meant to be a medicine cat in the end (not sure whether she is or not), whether she eventually returns to warrior training or not, honestly, I think this time of training with Whisperleaf was sorely needed and is doing a hell of a lot to boost her confidence and make her feel more secure and more loved and supported, not just by Whisperleaf, but by the Clan as a whole, because Whisperleaf is helping her see that a lot of her insecurities about how her Clan perceives her come from her anxiety rather than reality (though Coral, Sandy, and Crow being awful to her wasn't just her anxiety fooling her, sadly...)

Also, the fact that this guy is straight-up willing to chew StarClan out for harassing Fishpaw with frightening prophecy dreams when she's already dealing with enough anxious and guilt over Cloverfall's death... I swear, every new page that comes out just makes me love Whisperleaf more. He is just such a solid, kind guy, as well as being delightfully snarky and 100% done with StarClan and Crowstar's nonsense. XD

Anyway, I'm not 100% happy with how this turned out, but I'm still pretty pleased. I was trying to draw a sand dune with grass as the background since OceanClan lives near the beach, not sure how well I actually got that across... ah well. I'm really happy with how Whisperleaf himself turned out, though I feel like I went a bit far with the texture and with trying to get sort of a dappled lighting effect due to the nearby foliage... again, ah well. This guy was super fun to draw. He's got this droopy cheek fluff in the comic, and looks like he might be on the skinny side, so I leaned into that here, hopefully I had the right idea when drawing his build, apologies if I didn't. It was a lot of fun drawing him in my style, getting that trademark serious/exasperated expression of his down, peppering those leaves throughout his coat, and all of that. I hope you like it, @the-exiled-comic!

#Warriors #Warrior Cats #WC #The Exiled #Fanfiction #Fancomic #Whisperleaf #the-exiled-comic

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knullanon · 4 years ago

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how the symbiotes stole you from one another #3

this took 5 hours in total yay

words: 4627

warnings: manipulation, kidnapping, dads being assholes, lmk if I missed any!

Routines in the area where Knull had dropped you off were almost nonexistent. The only reason why you woke up at all was because of the fact that it was already something you did before you got here.

Here, as in this place where Knull seemingly… owned? It was weird. He didn’t just own the land, either, he owned the symbiotes, and by that, Knull, whenever he wanted to talk to you, would just go inside one of their minds, take over, and talk to you. He had done this one multiple occasions, with him always being an asshole about everything. From trying to stop you from going outside, to bitching about your old life, and how you must be enjoying this one. It was really annoying to have to deal with him every damn day, and it was starting to become borderline creepy.

He wouldn’t care about your privacy, only how you were holding up. Literally nothing could stop him from entering your room. He removed the lock when you first got there, and then just left you. Nothing to do besides clean, fuck around, and be bored to death. The only thing you could really do otherwise bsides talk to that asshole, is just try and find something to look at.

So far, you’ve been able to tell that the previous owners of the land were evicted: probably by force by the numerous blood stains all over the place, hiding under whatever Knull didn’t want to clean. Another thing you noticed was that the area you were in used to be covered with trees, but they seemed to be all cut down recently. They smelt fresh and didn’t have any dirt or grime on the stumps. You had to assume it was a safety precaution. For him, at least.

It didn’t take long for you to start snooping around and finding different things, like a hidden diary, all written in russian, an old art kit, and a calendar dated to that year. These items, and their good conditions they were found in, only solidifies your theory that Knull just found a random property and killed the people living there. It also solidified the fact that Knull really didn’t know you existed until that night. Or, morning. Whatever time you were at the gas station. You were able to tell how long you had been taken. 2 weeks just tonight.

It was annoying the hell out of you how long staying with these assholes would seem. Two months with Eddie and venom, and then 3 months with carnage and cletus.

And now 2 weeks with this asshole, probably more. You really wanted out of this damn place. Actually, you wanted out of this weird game they had. Whoever got you first got to keep you until someone else came along. And tried to do the same thing.

As you grabbed some random clothes, and walked into the bathroom, you tried to remember before everything had happened. Before you decided to walk back home alone, like an idiot. That's what you were, wasn’t it? A fucking idiot for thinking it was a good idea. You really thought that nothing would happen, would it? And now this.

Shoving open the bathroom door, you almost didn’t see the 7 foot tall symbiote sitting in the chair across from the bed. This one was known for having a more emo look to them. With being dark blue and with little streaks of even darker red, they were always quiet and silent when you saw them. They were usually the ones to bring you food, guard the house you were in. They were also the one that Knull preferred to get into when he decided to speak to you.

The symbiote themselves were rumble, and he was… actually quite pleasant. It seemed Knull had let this batch keep their personalities, maybe at the price of kneeling before him. You didn’t know.

What you did know was that Knull was now controlling Rumble through whatever bullshit he did to be this powerful. Rumble, or, Knull technically, was reading an old newspaper dated a few months ago. It was from somewhere in Idaho, where you would assume you were located. Yes, Eddie lived in San Francisco, but when carnage took you wherever the hell he took you, and then Knull, well, it was confusing to say the least.

Anyways, the one good thing about Knull was that he really didn’t care what you thought of the place, as he said it, “a temporary arrangement on both our parties''. Pretentious bitch.

Knull put down the newspaper, and gave a smile, before gesturing with his arm to the bed you had just made. “Ah, _____, sit. Let's talk shall we?”

You didn’t want to talk to him, or even look at him, but you followed his command anyway. You tossed your clothes into an old bucket that you had placed in the corner of the room and walked towards the bed, before sitting on it. Knull smiled again with that weird mouth. Rumble never smiled, so of course it would look weird when he did. Of course, not of his own will, but still.

“So, how have you been liking your new enclosure?” Did- Did he just-

You brushed it off, not wanting to anger him. “It’s… fine. Every home comes with its ups and downs.” you hoped he would get the message about calling a home an enclosure. It makes you feel like a pet rather than a person. If Knull noticed your wording, then he ignored it. Instead, he picked up the newspaper again, saying, “Good, good. I’m glad you could understand the circumstances of your predicament.”

You tried hard not to roll your eyes, remembering what Carnage or Venom would say- even now, if you had no idea where they were, their words and opinions still sat with you months later. Instead, you nodded your head to his words, and sat in silence waiting for him to say anything else. Knull did not say anything for a few minutes. Long, agonizing minutes. It reminded you of being with Eddie and Venom, those two assholes. When they were working, they required the utmost silence otherwise they couldn’t focus. They never got mad at you, but they would always try to put you up to something, like reading. Which is why you would read all their books on crime rates, detectives, natural disasters, anything to pass the time while they were working.

It got you entertained for the most part. Sitting in a room with nothing to do, for 2 months was more difficult than you ever thought it would be.

“Are you thinking of your previous hosts and their accommodations?”

Knull pulled you from your thoughts, and even though he was reading the newspaper, you were able to tell he wanted an answer. You shifted from your spot at the edge of the bed, before answering with, “U-Uh, yeah, I am.”

“Hmm.”

He continued to read for a moment, before he pulled the newspaper down a little to view you. “Are you not tired of them?”

“What do you mean?”

This time, he put the newspaper in his lap. “Venom and Eddie. Carnage and Cletus. How have they treated you in the few months you’ve known them?”

You had to sit there and think for a moment, wondering where this conversation was going. What was he trying to do this time?

“Well, venom and Eddie were… constricting. I never had anything to do. Besides reading the books on the shelf, but even then I had to do that discreetly. They didn’t like me doing those things. Or, rather, reading those things. They said it was too… graphic.”

“Ah, I see.” he acknowledged, picking up the newspaper again. “And Carnage and Cletus? How was their company?”

You really wanted to hide in a hole now. “They were… fine.”

“Were they, though?”

You wondered if it would just be worth it to tell everything: how you felt about Eddie, how you felt about Cletus, and how you felt about this asshole doing the same thing the rest of them had done.

“...No, they weren’t.”

He gave a small smile, before he asked, “Oh? Please do tell me more.”

You knew what he was doing, what he was playing at, and yet, you fell right for it. “They would tell me… they would say that no one was going to come for me. No one cared. Not my family, not Eddie, no one. Only them.”

He nodded along, and when he realized you were done venting, he said, “well, aren’t you glad that you’re with me now?”

Turning to face him, you gave him a glare. “Excuse me?”

“Think about it. With one of them, they gave you limited resources to entertain yourself, and the other made you feel like nothing. With me, I give you free reign to do whatever you please. You may ask for whatever you wish, visit whoever you choose, as long as you plead your loyalty to me.”

You stared at him, before you turned your back towards him, mumbling, “Liar.”

He chuckled, and you heard the newspaper crinkle. “I’m not making any jokes. Pledge our loyalty, and you will receive anything you would ever want.”

“Would that include being let go to see my family again?”

“Yes, actually. You would just have to come back when you were done with your visits.”

That caught your attention. He would let you go back? Really? He did say you would go back to him when you were done with your “visits”... but still, better than what the other two were offering.

You thought for a moment before the doubts started to kick in. How do we know he won’t betray you when you do pledge your loyalty to him? How do we know he won’t just keep you here forever? What ounce of trust should we put in him when everyone has kicked us when we were already down?

Almost as if he heard your thoughts, Knull said, “I will give you time for your answer. After all, I have years and years to spare.”

With that he folded the newspaper, setting it down gently, before you saw something spark in his eyes and Rumble returned to his own mind. He sat there unmoving for a few moments, before he sat up and looked at you. “I assume he just wanted to talk?”

You sighed, feeling tired only at 7 in the morning already. “Yes, Rumble, that’s all he came here for.”

He gave a hum of acknowledgment before he got up and walked to the exit to the room. Before he left, however, he said, “Do not be surprised if the water runs out: this was called a temporary enclosure for a reason.”

Before you could say anything, he left you to watch the door again, just before you could ask him to stop calling the home an enclosure, he shut the door softly. You were about to say something, but decided it was not worth it, so instead, you opted to just continue on with what you had to do throughout the day.

~~~~~~~~~

As Rumble looked on as you would clean and dry out clothes on line and leave them for the hot summer day to dry, hopefully by the end of the day, you had mumbled out when first getting out the big hamper. Next to it, you had a couple pieces of clothing sitting in another basket covered by water and soap. Currently, you were wringing out all of the water from a white top, trying to not stretch it out.

Rumble grumble out something, before he heard him in his head:

“Rumble, I would assume you would have the decency to not talk badly about my daughter behind her back.”

Rumble froze up before he quickly set his posture more straightened as he watched you put the shirt on the line, before going to grab another piece of clothing. “No, Lord Knull, I was just noting the… strange enclosure you had chosen for her.”

He heard Knull chuckle, before responding with, “Oh, Rumble, you should know my plan by now.”

Rumble sent a wave of confusion to Knull, indicating that no, he had no idea what his plan was.

Knull simply sighed, before he continued. “I have had plans to bring her to Klyntar, our homeworld, and yet, I have a feeling she will not be able to live there. For a while, I thought I would only be able to visit her through the symbiotes already on earth, or just get there myself, with obvious consequences. However, I’ve found a third option. There is a way to bring her here without having to worry for her safety.”

Suddenly, Rumble received a vision, or more specifically, a live feed of what Knull was looking at. It looked like a symbiote, and yet, it was… odd. It did not have a mind of its own, it's like it was waiting to be filled by something. And this one did not need a host, either. From Knull’s own memories, it seemed he created this one to rely solely on its own, however, for the need to do normal things, it needed someone to fill its mind. Rumble suddenly realized where this was going.

“Lord Knull, you aren’t saying-”

“Yes, I’m saying exactly what you are thinking of.”

Rumble saw Knull walk up to the symbiote, and stroke it with his claw. It did not respond. “This symbiote that I have created will need a mind, someone who has already been born, only their mind. I am planning on giving it to ______ and then letting her rest there, before taking away her body and giving her mind to.... Well, I have not named this one. Maybe I will name it… _______. After her.”

~~~~~~~

You laid the last shirt in the bucket, and when you tried to grab another and felt that there were no more, you sighed and grabbed the dirty water, and poured it out on the grass, not caring if the soap would kill the already dead plants. Then you put the hamper and the bucket on top of each other and carried it back into the house. When you reached the sink, you put the buckets in the sink and turned the tap: only for nothing to come out.

“Do not be surprised if the water runs out: this was called a temporary enclosure for a reason.”

Fucking hell. You got the hamper out and when you saw that it was relatively clean, you let it go, but the dirty water one…

Yeah, you had to clean this before the next laundry day.

It did not help that there were dishes that needed to be washed. You sighed and left the bucket on the counter, and you were about to walk back up to your room, when you had an idea. You walked outside and saw Rumble standing near a cut down tree, waiting for something. Walking up to him, you said, “Hey, Rumble, is there another water source around here?”

He gave you a look, before he said, “Yes, there is one, why must you use it? We will be moving next week to a new location.”

“Well, if it's gonna take a week, I hope you have some form of water to bring up here for the dishes, or showers, or clothes, or-”

“Alright, alright I get it.” he stalked over to you and looked towards another symbiote, probably trying to talk to them before the other symbiote simply nodded and walked to another part of the property.

“I will take you to a river, but after that, the others will gather the water for you, am I clear?”

You nodded. “Good, lets go.”

~~~~~~

Anti-venom stood at the clearing, looking at the decomposing bodies, just two women and two men. He could tell they had been there for more than a week, but not enough for them to completely decompose.

Anti-venom looked around before he tried to smell where they were from. Unfortunately, whoever dumped their bodies was smart in how they covered up the scent. There was almost nothing out here, and with the fact that someone covered up their scent made it more unnerving.

He didn’t try to think of how they died, only giving them his wishes before he started to walk away. Just a couple meters away was a little river that he knew expanded as you went up the stream. He walked over and saw nothing of old blood on the rocks, so they must’ve died somewhere else-

What was that?

He whirled his head towards the start of the river, upwards maybe by a few miles. Even out here, the stench of Knull and his underdogs were there. He growled, remembering how Knull used them for his own gain. He quickly theorized that for some reason, Knull was here and he had killed these people- but why? What would make him do this?

Anti-venom decided to find out on his own, as he started to sprint his way up the river.

~~~~~~

“Why did Lord Knull choose you, anyway?”

“Choose me as what?”

You were currently at the river, cleaning out the dishes in the bucket, and then rinsing them off. Rumble was nearby, sitting in his own little area, and he was also bored. He wanted to know things that Knull would not tell him: would not tell anyone, to be more precise.

You looked back at him, before you turned back to the dishes. “I don’t question it anymore. I never had a choice, I was just… chosen. It’s something I’ve had to get used to for the past months, and even now I don’t have anything to do, anything to say.”

Rumble quirked an eye. “But Lord Knull gave you a choice, did he not?”

“Oh, yeah, please tell me, what did he give me a choice on?”

“On being free to do as you please.”

You stopped washing the little plate you had, and you turned back to face him. “What?”

“He gave you a choice. You could swear loyalty to him, or-”

“Ok, enough with the loyalty bullshit, I’m tired of hearing it.” You had gone back to the dishes, scrubbing furiously at the plate. “I get it, it's a better option than Carnage or Venom, but could I at least have the option of never seeing you fucks ever again?”

Rumble did not say anything more, letting you get out your anger by scrubbing the dishes that were left, and tossing them into the bucket.

When you were finally done, you tried to pick up the bucket, but all of that scrubbing and cleaning made your arms sore. Rumble decided to restore his reputation with you by getting the bucket for you. You didn’t complain, as your arms were extremely sore from your anger washing.

The walk back to the property was peaceful. You weren’t angry at Rumble: to be honest, he was a sweetheart. He would help you out with so many things it was almost unbelievable. He was much more pleasant to be around than Knull, that was for sure.

Even if he had to call Knull “Lord Knull” each time you met, it was fine. The little trail that you two took was getting more smoother as you got closer and closer to the property. When you reached the clearing, you saw the normal sight:

5 symbiotes around the area stalking, waiting. They were most likely on guard, and even then, they had their eyes on you, making sure there was no funny business between you and Rumble.

Walking up to the one story house, you felt… wrong. Of course, this had always felt wrong, but this time it was like someone was watching you from afar. Before you got onto the porch, you turned to look at all the symbiotes watching you. Nothing unusual, the normal amount that would stand guard in this area. Maybe one of them is looking too long, you thought, as Rumble opened the door for you and you both went inside.

Unfortunately, no one noticed the speck of white in the bushes, hiding. Waiting.

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It was almost time for you to start getting ready for bed. You already had dinner, and now all you needed was just a nice warm bed. You sighed as you made sure everything was in its place, before you walked back in the hallway and into your room. You got out your favorite pair of pajamas, and started to change. You already had a shower last night, it wouldn’t matter if you had one today.

As you changed, your mind went back to the conversation with Knull earlier that day. Would he really let you do whatever you wanted if you just… spared your loyalty, as he called it? Could you see your family and friends again? Could you tell them you were ok and not harmed?

But, he did say that you couldn’t stay there… you would have to go back with him… where did he live, anyway? He was an alien god, so… space? But… where?

Maybe he lived on some random planet and acquired a bunch of power, you had no idea-

“YOU WOULD ALL DARE TO HELP KNULL AND HIS PLANS?!”

That didn’t sound good. You rushed out of your room, pajamas halfway on, and peeked outside of the kitchen window, where you saw everything.

In the middle of the clearing, stood tall and bloody, was another symbiote. He was white with some black accents here and there, and most importantly, he was holding fire.

You already knew that symbiotes didn’t like heat, or fire. Especially not fire.

You remember one time when you tried to escape Eddie with fire. It did not work out well. You were locked in a closet, and fortunately for you, that was where you stored your books.

Anyways, you had no time to think of those times, when you were running from whatever the fuck is going on outside the house. You ran back to your room to put on a shirt, and when you were finished putting on your socks, running was heard from the hallway.

Rumble came through the door and dragged you by your forearm down towards a specific spot in the floor. He then lifted a larger floorboard that revealed a crawl space. He shoved you in, gently as possible, before he said, “Stay. Here. I’ll come for you when I beat him.”

“Who?” You were about to ask, but he slammed the door shut, leaving you to fear for the next few minutes.

You sat there for a few more minutes, before you heard crackling. Crackling of fire. You were desperately trying to open the door, but it seemed to be glued shut: there was nothing that could open it.

At this point, you were starting to cry. The symbiotes couldn’t stand fire, how would they stand this? You were desperate to leave, to escape: you never wanted to be here, with these people who thought they could help you. You wanted to go home, to see your family, friends, the people who loved and cherished you, and actually respected your boundaries.

The door was broken inwards and you felt every muscle in your body stop. You crouched a little from the trap door, hoping they didn’t hear you. From they're desperate steps and quick feet, it was obviously not Rumble or any other symbiote you knew.

You were pulled from your thoughts as the steps went into the hallway. As they walked by, slower, you held your breath. If they found you… well, you knew what happened when new symbiotes would find you.

You let out a silent sigh when they passed the door… only for them to come rushing back. Without even knowing it, they ripped open the trap door, revealing you, tired, scared, and cold.

The symbiote you saw was the exact one that was outside, who was attacking all the other symbiotes.

He looked shocked, as if he didn’t know you were there. “Child…” he asked, as he reached down to try and grab you, “what are you doing in a place like this?”

He picked you up with the utmost gentleness and care, like you would shatter if he just yanked you out. He cradled you within his arms, like you were a baby. He was a giant compared to you, being almost 7 or 8 feet tall.

“Where are your parents?” he asked, taking you with him, walking out of the house. You tried to crawl out of his palm, but he stopped you each time. “I-I don't know.”

He tried to give you a sympathetic look. “Oh, my sweet dear, don’t be afraid. I will k-”

He suddenly jumped into the fire, and you screamed expecting to be burnt along with all the weeds.

However, you didn’t feel anything. Turns out this was because the symbiote had taken you up into the air, so while he was holding you by your waist, he was also holding you out of the reach of the fire. He held his hand up high, not only to make sure that you wouldn’t be hurt, but as you saw Rumble on the ground, close to the fire, you realized it was to get you out of his grip.

“Rumble. You used to be such an open minded symbiote. Now look at you. You are just leeching off of Lord Knull, the one who enslaves you and the rest of our kind!”

The white symbiotes seemingly noticed you again, and said, “and you have the audacity to bring an innocent child into this mess! How dare you!”

With that, he started to walk into the fire, which surprisingly was not burning him. He still held you up high so you wouldn’t be burnt by the flames, which was nice. You looked back at Rumble, who was trying to get up, but the injuries on his legs seemed severe. The fire was closing in on him as well.

You felt bad for him. You reached out, but before you could do anything, Anti venom started to sprint away from the house. The last thing you saw of Rumble was him collapsing onto the ground, broken and beaten.

When you were out of the fire, the symbiote lowered you to his eye level. “My name is Anti-Venom, tiny child. What is yours?”

BONUS:

Rumble sat on the remains of the house: nothing was left of it when Lord Knull appeared. It was a miracle he had even gotten the distress alert, a bigger one he had arrived in time to save rumble himself. Every other symbiote was gone, either from the fire or the white symbiote. Anti-Venom was his name.

“So, you failed at getting back _____ for me?”

“... Lord Knull, I am deeply sorry, but-”

“I don’t want to hear excuses, Rumble, I want to see my daughter! I want to seeher before the other two get her, or worse she falls for that idiotic Anti-Venom, do you hear me?!”

Rumble sat there waiting for Lord Knull to be done with his rant, before he said, “Yes, Lord Knull. I understand.”

Lord Knull stood up and started to walk away. “Good. I will try to locate her myself. In the meantime, find out everything you can about this Anti-Venom. I want his secrets, every dirty little thing about him, do you understand?”

“Yes, Lord Knull, it will be done.”

And with that, Lord Knull was gone, leaving Rumble to dwell in his own failures.

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