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countlessrealities · 1 year

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Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

"I-It's kind of weird b-because...you know. W-When I look at me, I-I don't think that I'm...particularly cute or-or anything. B-But when I look at him..." His voice trails off and a hint of pink spreads on his cheeks. "I-I don't know. He is cute. An-And good-looking. An-And I like him. Uh, a lot."

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted || egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

"Uh, w-well, he's me, l-like literally me, not even another version, so..." Cue to a slightly nervous chuckle. "B-But we're not completely identical. H-He has a better temper, or-or maybe just more control over his emotions. An-And he is...kinder than I am and I-I really admire that. H-How he managed to remain nice a-after all we've been through. An-And he's still so badass and brave and...h-he's just amazing, you know?

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

"..." He is so not commenting this one.

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend

"W-We were best friends before we started to, uh, date. An-And we still are. FM i-is the best friend I-I've ever had an-and...I trust him. W-With everything. M-My life, my secrets an-and...as cheesy as it sounds, uh, m-my heart too. I-I can't..." He trails off, unsure of how to continue. "He means so much to me. I-I don't think I have the words to...to explain it. I-I'm...R-Rick at times says that breaking time is the best thing h-he has ever done and...I-I think I agree with him."

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

"C-Can it be a first impression i-if you're meeting yourself? I...it's weird to say that. R-Right?" His grin is a little tense and he shifts the weight on his feet. "I-It was a little weird at first, a-also because it has taken me a while to, uh, w-wrap my head around the whole timeline split, b-but...I think I liked FM right away. I-In a friendly way, I mean. H-He was nice an-and we understood each other so well s-since the very start. N-No one has ever be so...good to me. An-And patient. An-And understanding. I-I knew right away tha-that we would have gotten along super well."

Current impression of them:

"I-I mean, we're, uh, dating so...I-I think that says it all." Cue to an awkward chuckle. "He...FM is one of the two most important people in my life. I-I never thought that I-I would find someone so...wonderful w-who also likes me an-and wants to be with me and...I-I never want to lose him or-or let him go, now that I've found him."

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

"Uh, s-so, yeah...That. It's...you know." And that's all he'll say about this.

#[ ic :: Morty ]#[ When i'm with you i finally feel good enough :: Morty & Morty ]#[ v. Rick Double Morty and Trouble ; timeline split :: Morty ]#advnterccs #[[ yeah I decided to say 'fuck tumblr purity police' this time ]]#[[ teens do stuff it's a fact get over it ]]#[[ I'm crying at the italicised one in the first section x3 ]]#[[ my Morty has decided to be shameless too xD ]]#[[ he was half embarrassed and half smitten through the whole thing x3 ]]#[[ they are too cute your honour !!! ]]

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carnalcervid · 2 months

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I really appreciate your long and thorough answer. after thinking it over, I think the reason it got to me was bc of the power dynamic, like you mentioned.

you’ve seen the show, so you know that rick is ridiculously smart and a massive asshole, and mostly willing to kill/harm morty at any given opportunity. morty is a 14-year-old anxious kid who does whatever rick tells him to, regardless of how badly he treats him (he does grow more of a backbone in later seasons though, and becomes more like rick).

it’s a strong power dynamic for sure, and I’m a masochist and submissive, so I can see how I became drawn into it (thanks to you). I’m not sure why that specific scene though, since there’s plenty of “jokes” between them, but I guess the details don’t matter too much.

I still really like the show lmao, and I don’t usually like adult cartoons. I guess the best thing to do would be to be prepared and if I do end up liking something again, at least now I’ll know why. I do agree with your points on fetishism; there certainly is a time and place for it, and it shouldn’t be during regular viewings with regular audiences. even if /I was/ into incest or whatever else, I likely would still find it annoying bc I’m trying to watch the show, not porn, lol. I guess the writers that do these sorts of things just get their rocks off more when they consistently put their personal fetishes out there for anyone to see. I definitely find it odd that some creators intentionally try to arouse an audience with specific fetishes that no one asked for.

I also think that anime was a great example of this; I don’t watch anime, and that’s because 99% of them weird me out. if they were all more normal like pokemon however, I’d probably love anime. and hell, unfortunately pokemon is only normal bc it’s a kid’s show. if it was catered to adults, it would be oversexualized as well.

-🎪

the scene that you mentioned in your prev ask has a lot going on and i could see why it would be arousing

you have the power dynamic of rick being older, smarter, and manipulative/always in control. morty is directionless, has no back bone, and is easy to take advantage of. those reasons alone are enough to be an interesting power exchange. the fact that its incest adds a layer of taboo which can make it exciting, i often see people saying "we shouldn't be doing this" is an arousing thing for them during sex (even if theyre not actually doing anything wrong) just because. well, its exciting doing something you're not supposed to lol

the face huggers scene sounds to me like its basically monster porn. but.. im also a monster fucker lol and so i could easily sexualize anything involving monsters. however given the shows creators coming out and saying that whats happening is canon in some of their realities, im willing to bet it was partially to get their incest "joke" in and partially playing on the fact that face huggers are a common monster for monster fucker porn lol

i havent seen the scene myself, nor do i really want to because. even though all of these thing involved are things im into, im just not interested in seeing it lol but i do think if i were to watch it, i could give an even more nuanced position on whats going on here

#chats #anon #🎪 anon #sorry it takes me so long to reply #as they say: im going through it

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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Re; Ahsoka and Quinlan being the same age, now I'm picturing Ahsoka, Quinlan, and Rex eventually ending up in a weird sorta thruple where Quinlan comes in and out of the relationship but the door is kinda always open for him? And Rex spends a lot of mornings eyeing the tangle of orange and brown skin on the other side of the bed like he has no idea how he ended up here but he's (mostly) okay with that tbh

Context: Commander Buir in chronological order

YES okay so this is wild to me that people are invested in this but like half the time-travel fics with Ahsoka in the same age-group as Quinlan have me wondering if I should ship them. Let me just. Ho shit.

So, okay, I've explored a lot of possible dynamics but there's something really engaging about how Quinlan, trained as a Shadow before the Sith came back, could react to a War Padawan. Ahsoka isn't really infiltration material yet, she's very much a frontline fighter, but she's got a lot more experience with a kind of consistent dark atmosphere that most Jedi don't. They get exposed to plenty of dark stuff, sure, but not the kind of all-encompassing "this is my life for the last two years" thing that is usually reserved for the long-term field agents like Shadows and Watchmen.

The War Padawans, for all that they were supposed to be just normal Jedi Padawans, were living in the kind of consistently negative environment that's normally experienced by those Knighted Sentinels.

So Ahsoka, while still generally pretty young in these AUs, is a very odd kind of person to be around, because she's spunky and vivacious and snippy and affectionate and snarky and knows how to break every bone in your body from harrowing experience as the only thing standing between death and thousands of brothers.

And Quinlan, I imagine, really likes that about her. She gets it, and she's still an energetic and loving and trying to do her best to be a good person despite everything. He gravitates towards her and she... well, she's not blind. She can tell he's interested. And she's not upset about that.

ANYWAY, ONTO REX

So, Rex is... technically twelve. He hasn't exactly got a whole lot of experience with romance. He is also, up until the point of time-travel, legal property of the Senate and the Jedi Order, which means that Ahsoka, or at least her community, owns him. He was indoctrinated to serve her and that community. She also outranks him, for all that she usually lets him take the lead in the field due to experience. He's older than her physically and maturity-wise, but she's also had a grow-up-faster-than-you-should adolescence, and she has superpowers.

What I'm saying is, the power dynamic is fucked up.

(Unironically I spent hours last night realizing that it balances out a lot more than C*dywan does, which I'm censoring because by god do I not want discourse on this post. I like both ships, and don't want to argue about what's the most problematic. It's Star Wars. The only unproblematic ships are Bail/Breha and Owen/Beru.)

Here's the thing, though, because the main thing people seem to argue here is the age/maturity difference as a problem area:

The age difference in actual time is four years, which is smaller than the two main ships of the franchise (Han/Leia and Padme/Anakin, to be clear). The age difference in maturity is ??? We'll say that the clones started aging normally after they hit twenty, so the age difference in maturity is six years... which is still normal for SW ships.

(This is why I don't have any issues with the ship in a post-O66 context, once they've had a few years to move past the traumas and whatnot. The age stuff all evens out with time, they're a good team, and neither was grooming the other. It's not objectively any more problematic than most SW ships at that point, and I'm okay with that. They deserve to be happy if they want.)

But they get yanked away from all that structure of who owns what, who reports where, who has which rank, who's legally a person in the eyes of the Republic when they end up on Dagobah. Once they've registered when they are, the only remaining complications are:

He grew up in a cultlike environment and was indoctrinated to serve her (but has been replacing that indoctrination with genuine respect and affection for her as a person because they've worked together for two years).

She has superpowers (contextually not a big problem: we see several Force-Sensitive/Non-Sensitive ships that don't consider those powers a complicating element)

He's several years younger than her (canonically less of an issue than it could be: Cut got married and has kids) and has next to no experience with what a normal romance looks like except for hanging out on the edges of whatever the fuck his General has going on with the Senator

She's several years less mature than he is (...something of an issue)

So a lot of this is mostly okay. She feels weird about the fact that she's got more knowledge of romance and all that it entails. He feels weird about the fact that, despite her being older, he looks at her and sees someone that's still a little young, not quite a shiny. Except she is older than him, and he's seen her behead four people in a single move, and they've saved each other's lives more times than either of them can count anymore. He respects her, and the fact that she's babyfaced doesn't change the fact that, in terms of who they are as people and warriors, they're on a level playing field.

She still looks at him and mourns his lost childhood, and he still looks at her and takes a moment to see past the too-big eyes and adolescent proportions.

But they really, really care about each other, and maybe part of them is starting to recognize that there's a bit of a crush before they time-travel, but neither one wants to make a move. There's a lot of baggage on both sides, a lot of "but they're a child" and "but they're (literally vs functionally) below me in the chain of command, I can't take advantage of that" and all that fun stuff. It's the kind of situation where two people circle each other for ages without making a move, because actually making that move is terrifying on account of not knowing whether the other party knows they can say no, on top of the usual "what if it ruins our friendship?" thing.

What happens on Dagobah, though... is very tropey. They're sort of stranded until Ahsoka can fix the ship, and that takes time. The area is also very heavy with the Force, dense and heady with the energy it carries, and it's... actually really not great for Ahsoka. She keeps feeling like she's back on Mortis, and has nightmares from the trigger there, but also keeps hallucinating because she wasn't ready for the thickness of the energy (like Yoda) or still new enough to the Force that she couldn't feel how dense it all was (like Luke). She can't work on the engines as constantly as she'd like to get them out of there, and while Rex is a competent mechanic, he's not as skilled with it as the girl who jumped headfirst into lessons with Anakin.

Rex spends a lot of time holding Ahsoka and wiping her brow with a wet cloth while she's feverish and out of it. Yes we're going full Florence Nightingale romance here, let me have my fun.

They get the communications relay working earlier than the engine, find out the year is wrong, panic a bit. All is well. (It's not, but they're holding it together for now.)

Ahsoka keeps working on the engine when she's lucid. Rex keeps hunting up game and edible plants for them while she does. They cuddle at night, because it's not cold but it is empty of the people they care about, and they kind of want that reassurance of someone they trust and love at their back.

(Morai visits.)

(Daughter shows up in the nightmares, tells Ahsoka that age will not come for her beloved until the time is natural for it. The phrasing is dumb but she does manage to convey that the accelerated aging is no longer an issue, if it even was after they hit adulthood. Ahsoka is relieved.)

And, you know, emotions happen. She takes his hand while they're leaning up against each other. He kisses her forehead while she's having a bad spell. They cook together and tell jokes to keep sane and spar. They hug each other through nightmares and panic attacks. There is much blushing. There is much cuddling.

Once, they kiss.

They break apart, flushing and stammering and being very awkward about the whole thing, and make excuses to leave and panic about the fact that they!! Kissed!!!!!

A couple hours later they find each other again, and have a long and complicated discussion about why they like each other (war makes bedfellows, there's trust and affection and all that fun stuff) and why they're hesitant (age stuff, maturity stuff, prior indoctrination), and make the decision to take it slow. They cuddle, and kiss, and blush a lot because both of them are basically just dumb teens having their first real relationship.

They eventually leave the planet, make it to Coruscant, etc. It takes a bit for anyone except Obi-Wan to realize that something's changed between them. Most people didn't know them before, and Anakin's observation skills are currently at a very low ebb. But they sit together and hold hands, and flirt when they spar, and once or twice people find them kissing (both standard and Keldabe) in a corner while holding hands and then just smiling at each other like loons.

They end up rooming together because nobody has the heart to separate them after hearing about all the war stuff. Like yes attachment's bad, but these two do seem to understand loss of loved ones and recognize that they could lose each other at any time and death is natural and they won't lose their entire shit about it, and if even General Kenobi is anxious as hell about being separated from the people he fought side-by-side with for two years, then maybe it's just... really normal for those two to want each other's company, and everyone can just turn a blind eye to the romance happening.

They share a bed, but they only ever sleep in it. Like, there's some goodnight kisses and cuddles, but everything is very G-rated until they've had time to settle into being true equals instead of just the "well, I guess the power dynamics balance out? Maybe?" of before.

And just... yeah. Rex does not believe that he's in this good of a position whenever he has the time to think about it. He's got a girlfriend! A really pretty, smart, strong, skilled one! Who thinks he's a cool dude! How the fuck did a clone like him manage that? He wasn't even legally a person a year ago, how did he end up in bed with one of the most amazing people he's ever met? He spends multiple nights just staring at her while he tries to fall asleep, asking himself how he got here and just like... marveling at her. She's worth marveling at. He's in love and she's amazing and he has no idea how to handle it at all.

...yeah no I have a lot of feelings now.

#Rexsoka #Ahsoka Tano #Captain Rex #Quinlan Vos #time travel #Commander Buir #Phoenix Posts

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tenaflyviper · 3 years

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I might as well tell the whole story, for those who care, and just to get it off my chest. I'll tag it with "long post" so people can avoid it.

So...I unfollowed and quietly drifted from these guys around 5-6 years ago (by "these guys", I mean the ones that later started acting toxic. There are good folks mixed in with them, and yes--within them. I sometimes wonder if maybe covid hadn't happened, perhaps things would have been different. It fucked with all of our lives--made many folks anxious, pent up, frustrated, and depressed. Social media is also the worst place for anything political, especially when there's an unfair imbalance/bias that shouldn't be ignored. Morty got flagged on Facebook for a covid meme). I did the mass unfollowing because I didn't want to see discourse on my dash for my own well-being. At the time, I had nothing against them. Others had left before me (I won't name names, but there was one guy that got pretty popular and pulled away from the pack). I watched how they were treated, never thinking it would happen to me. "He must have done or said something wrong", I thought.

Before that, I spent years getting threats and insults for sticking up for these guys--and constantly being asked to look at posts and get involved in their arguments--all while they otherwise rarely acknowledged my existence. Still, I truly believed we were in the right. I even got caught up in what was basically bullying the hell out of a teenage girl for not wanting to see creepy shit in the fandom of a show made with little girls in mind (yes, many of them are bronies, and the exact kind that made people hate bronies. There are nice people that just enjoy the show and reblog wholesome art).

Before I left KF for good (having originally been invited by someone from the TF2 community that I'd known from before I'd ever heard of tumblr--she has since left KF behind as well), I looked at the thread about Takashi and those closest to him, and saw that things had gotten worse. They had even become the subject of memes (Kung Pow Penis anyone?). Without thinking, I expressed that I was glad I moved away from them. Obviously, they were still watching the thread. I can't blame them, but they seem too preoccupied with their image online, despite that it means jack in real life. When the thread first began, I went in with the sole purpose of defending Takashi, which I did for many pages (without success). I tried countless times thereafter to urge him and others to move away from discourse: It's a waste of time, especially when people are so divided.

At some point during lockdown, I agreed with some things I saw on Twitter (Twitter can be even worse than tumblr. I try to avoid looking at what's "trending", but 99% of HorrorFam, and every horror actor, director, and musician I follow--Jeffrey Combs, Dee Snider, etc.--are very left, so it's hard to never see anything political, and these were my childhood heroes who helped shape my values growing up. I was raised listening to skinhead-hating punks and anti-censorship metalheads, and hating conservatives that kept trying to ban and censor my favorite horror movies and games). It didn't take long for others to start throwing around terms like "sjw", and saying things like "how the mighty have fallen". It was all too familiar--the exact same things they used to say about/to the guy that left before I did.

I never wanted to be "mighty" to anyone. I'm being very honest when I say I'm naïve, and I'm not proud of it. I don't know much about how politics even work--I just want to be a decent person. I'm someone who'll bend over backwards for others at my own expense, and is always eager to make friends--a combination that's made me susceptible to being used ever since I was a kid. I had some "friends" in grade school that hung around me because I'd share things like candy. They later tried stealing my bike out from under me (guess they really dug my cheap, turquoise baby bike with a cartoon puppy on it).

I just want to move on, and try to be a better person. I say "try" because I still fumble at it. I overreact to things. I keep slipping into an "all or nothing" mentality, which I've since found is part of having ADHD. I'm crap at wording things, and have trouble being concise. I'm not perfect, and shouldn't have been expected to be. I just like making movie lists for people (I'm starting to use my Letterboxd account), talking about horror, sharing weird things I've learned, and posting dumb fat unicorns. It doesn't matter to me if they don't get a lot of notes--the fun is sharing them with others. Making even just one person smile is a worthwhile achievement.

I could have stayed in that crowd, and kept going along with everything they said and did. I'd have an entire group willing to reblog my long, rambling text posts. But, it just didn't feel right. I didn't want that, especially when it was hurting others for no good reason. I felt bad for everything I said and did, and I still do.

Sorry again for the TL:DR, but I can't use cuts on mobile. I am speaking from the heart, no matter what anyone tries to accuse me of. Like Morty told me, I know myself better, as do those around me that love and care about me. I'm blessed to have a job that I love that also benefits my community, with people that are more like family than coworkers.

I deeply appreciate every person that's stuck with me through even my worst, and who actually talk to me about either of our interests. I'm also thankful for those who patiently explain their criticism for my dumb monkey brain, even when I don't always listen. I have a tendency to be stubborn, but I would not have changed at all if I never took anyone's words to heart. I guess that's all I have to say.

#long post #I'll try to shorten this later if I can

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creepychippy · 4 years

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Twisted Truth - Luigi’s Mansion 3 Fanfic

The whirring of Machinery, static Noises of Light and the occasional Chit-Chatting between some Ghosts echoed throughout the Laboratory that belonged to a certain little Ghost Researcher, who was currently researching something on his Computer.

17 Spectras were given the Duty of protecting valuable as well as important Elevator Buttons that were handed out to them away from a green clothed Plumber. “He’s a malicious Ghosthunter who wants to stuff you into Paintings.”, as they were told. Most of them have put up a Fight against said Menace but were captured by him in the End regardless, including another Ghoul that was being deployed into one of the dome-shaped Capsules at the Moment, prominent by the all to familiar humming Sound that the trapped Souls got used to after a While.

“Gloria!”, the muscular Swimmer beside her called out, knocking a few Times on the Glass to get her Attention. He in Return got a sheepish Wave from her, her other Hand readjusting the Wig she was wearing on her Head as it got a little bit messed up during the Exchange Process.

“Yeah, I... sadly got captured. The Plumber’s got some groovy Moves however, I tell ya that.”

For a few Minutes, the ghostly Residents exchanged many Words between them, which however died down after a While, as there was seemingly nothing to discuss about anymore. That is however until the quiet Pianist took Note of something.

“Kruller, you seem to be pondering about something. What is on your Mind, if I may ask?”

Upon hearing his named being mentioned, the ghostly Cop snapped out of his deep Thoughts, resulting him glancing around in a confused Manner for a few Seconds before he turned towards Amadeus.

“Ah, I- it’s just-... n-nothing, really...”, he stammered out, his Hand shakingly fixing his Sunglasses. Even though he was one of the few Ghosts who got caught early on, he seemed still shaken up about it.

“Are you sure it is nothing? It appeared as if something is troubling your Mind, at least so it did to me.”, the ghostly Pianist calmly explained while having one Arm behind his back and gesturing with the other.

“Uhm, well...”

For a Moment, Kruller hesitated, but he quickly collected himself.

“Isn’t... it weird? All of this?”

“What do you mean, Dearie?”, a sweet Voice beside him suddenly chimed in. Apparently, the Conversation between the Cop and the Pianist has gotten the Attention of the ghostly Maid.

“I mean, what I’m- uhm... what I’m going to say next may sound strange, but... I don’t believe that the Plumber that Miss Gravely t-told us about is as evil as she makes him out to be...”

Upon noticing that some confused Stares were aimed towards him, his Voice went quieter at the last few Words, as some Sweatdrops were building on his Forehead again.

“Elaborate, please.”, the ghoulish Pianist told the ghostly Cop, his Eyebrows furrowing a little bit.

“I just mean- I mean, look at him. Miss Hellen told us that we potentionally have to face off against an evil Baddie who along a malicious Scientist wants to lock us into P-Paintings and keep us trapped in them forever. However, when I-I watched him through the Cameras from Time to Time, even encountered him-... all I saw was a scared and frightened Human, p-perhaps... lost even...”

At this Point, every Spectra’s Attention was turned towards the nervous Mall Cop, quietly listening to him explain.

“Lad, Ah fought against Enemies that wanted me dead when Ah was alive, regardless if they were wetting their Pants or not. Just 'cause he was frightened doesn’t mean that he's innocent or that he doesn’t have any ill Intentions.”, a booming Voice that had an scottish Accent to it suddenly broke the Silence that had built itself around the Room just mere Seconds ago.

“Actually... I-I think I have to agree with Kruller in this Case. For someone who is supposed to be ‘a scary and vicious Ghosthunter who wants us locked away forever’, he appeared quite hesitant with attacking me, at least for the first few Moments. Not only that, but we have been trapped inside of these Capsules for Hours now instead of these terrifying Paintings that were mentioned.”, the thin Bellhop chimed in out of the blue as he folded his Arms, him seemingly pondering about something as well.

“Erm, t-that’s not the only Thing, though... P-please take a Look at that Capsule that stands besides Dr. Potter and Ug.”

As everybody turned towards the transparent Device, it turned out that said Capsule was empty.

“N-now look at all of us. Which one of us is missing?”

Thinking about it, everybody eventually came to the same Conclusion.

Morty.

“That is indeed weird. Where is he?”, the green Gardener scratched the Back of his Head, as he was puzzled as to what could have happened to the Movie Director.

Raising his Cap slightly with his gloved Hand, the ghostly Hillbilly decided to throw his own Argument into the Round.

“Well, maybe dat good ol’ Pipsqueak of a Plumber jus’ snatch'd dat shiny Button right out of our dear and beloved Director’s Hands when he wasn’t lookin. After dat, he jus’ left him ’lone to do his own lil’ Thing.”

“B-but don’t you realize something?”

Kruller was now staring at Clem, hoping that he would understand what he was trying to get across.

“It means that the supposed ‘malicious’ Ghosthunter and his little Scientist Friend wasn’t out to capture all of us like we were told and previously had assumed, else Morty would be here with us at this very Moment.”, Serpci exclaimed as the Revelation suddenly came to her Mind.

“Exactly! A-and besides that-”, once again, the intruiged Glances were being directed at the ghostly Cop, “- I-I think there’s something else I noticed...”

Timidly adjusting his Sunglasses as they slipped off a little bit before, he voiced the other Realization he made out aloud to everyone.

“E-every Ghost, i-inside this Hotel, us included, behaved much more... how should I say this... ‘agitated’ or ‘aggressive’ than usual...”

The ghostly Residents quietly looked at each other. Now that Kruller mentioned it, the ghoulish Inhabitants of this Place did indeed act out much more strangely as of lately.

“T-take Steward for Example. Remember when we talked about the Encounter we had with the Ghosthunter?”

“Yes, I did.”, the red clothed Bellhop answered while staring at the purple Cop.

“Y-you said that you threw the Luggage inside the Garage at him when he fought against you, right?”

“You did what now?”, the sweet Voice that the undead Maid carried turned into a much more shocked Tone upon hearing this sort of Information.

“I know that you work a lot and are probably under a lot of Stress, but it isn’t like you to suddenly act out like this, Dearie!”

“Well, I... I don’t know what came over me. I just saw the Luggage and my Mind instinctively went ‘throw it at the Plumber’.”

This Time, some concerned as well as worried Glances were shared around the Group.

“A-and you, Chambrea. Please tell us how your Encounter went again.”

“I was peacefully cleaning the Room and saw a pretty Suitcase, but the green Ghosthunter appeared out of nowhere all of the sudden. Out of Panic, I... swallowed the Suitcase and fled the Scene...”

A slight Blush crept across the Maid’s Face as some murmuring from others could be heard. Meanwhile, Kruller decided to explain his Part of the Story, and at the End he finally turned towards the ghostly Chef beside him.

“Well, I was cooking in ze Kitchen as usual, until ze Plumber and his weird Doppelganger suddenly broke into it, which caused me to drop my Dish and.... suddenly lash out... at zem...”

At first, the orange Cook was confidently telling his Part of the Story, but his Voice dropped as soon as Realization dawned on him and he uncomfortably rubbed his Neck.

“Mister Wolfgeist, do you may want to continue?”, Chambrea calmly asked him, however Worry was now stretched over her Face.

“I was playing on my Piano, until that green Plumber walked into the Auditorium. I thought I could ignore him and simply just throw some Chairs at him to scare him off, but he turned out to be much more persistent than what I had previously assumed him to be. After that, he captured some Goobs, causing my Concentration to be thrown off and ulimately leading me to become really mad at him. In a Fit of Rage and Attempt to finally get rid of him, I... possessed my Piano and tried to slam it into him... destroying it in the Process...”

The well known nonchalant Expression that the Pianist carried on his Face was suddenly replaced with that of Dread, as he slowly looked down upon his Hands.

“Um Himmels Willen... what in Lord’s Name just came over me...”

On and on the Explanations went, with most Ghosts expressing the Feelings of Regret and Guilt as well as that of Unease and Concern along the Way and everybody making Revelation after Revelation.

“Just what the Hell is going on?”, Johnny blurted out while holding his Hands against his Head, as the current Situation admittedly made him more and more anxious as well as puzzled.

The DJ next to him tried to talk to the ghostly Swimmer in order to calm him down: “Johnny, Sweetie, please chill out. I’m sure we can find out what exactly is going on!”

“I be sure that Hellen be behind all o' this! I swear on me other Eye!”

“Miss Gravely? Why would you think that she would do something like this?”, Dr. Potter questioned the aquatic Pirate while adjusting his Glasses.

As every Soul was beginning to get into a heated Argument, including Ug who only was able to speak Gibberish, the ghostly Maid noticed that the Bellhop beside her was starting to act more nervously.

“Steward, Dearie, is everything alright?”

“...’s all my Fault...”, he mumbled in a tense Manner, his Sentence being barely audible, and he anxiously rubbed his Arms.

“Steward?-”

“It’s all my Fault!”, he blurted out all of the sudden, causing the Discussions between the Spectras to come to a Halt and look at him.

“How is this your Fault? You can’t be behind all of this, now can you?”

Crossing his Arms, Amadeus proceeded to stare at Steward questioningly, like he was trying to knock some Sense into the Bellhop for even bringin up such Claim.

“A-apologies, Stress got over me again. It’s just... I could have maybe prevented this and I’m blaming myself for it.”

The ghostly Cop gave him a sympathetic Glance and spoke up: “How so?”

“All of you perhaps heard about how a special Guest came to the Last Resort to visit us, correct? King Boo, as I recall. Before he arrived here, everything was running pretty smoothly and-”

“So ya think it was him?-”

Promptly, the ghoulish Pianist held up a Hand towards the pink Electrician.

“Clem, let Steward finish, it is rude to interrupt him when he wasn’t finished talking.”

“M’sorry.”

Clearing his Throat, the blue Spectra continued: “As I said, everything was pretty normal. That is until I went onto Miss Gravely’s Floor to retrieve the Elevator Buttons as well as Instructions and hand them out to you...”

He stopped for a Moment and grabbed at his Bowtie slightly, but collected himself and proceeded with his Story.

“No matter where I looked, there were Sculpures as well as Painting of this particular Guest everywhere. I... I think I even caught some Glimpses of Merchandise of him... Gee, I-I should have warned all of you and talked about it after all of what I have seen instead of keeping it to myself. In Hindsight, it was definitely a red Flag and certainly not normal...”

Some disturbed Expressions where exchanged in the Round, until MacFrights finally spoke up.

“So ya think a small wittle Boo who calls himself a ‘King’ could’ve done all of tis?”

“It wasn’t a small Boo, far from it! He was far bigger than Miss Gravely, his Appereance was much more different as well as menacing than that of a regular Boo and he wore a Crown with a Gem on it!”

“A Gem?”

The intruiged Queen chimed in as her yellow Eyes stared into those of Steward’s.

“Yes, a giant purple one.”

“Hmm, you’re definitely onto something then.”

In a Matter of Seconds, the entire Attention was now focused solely on Serpci.

“When I was alive, I was told Stories about how Kings and Queens amongst the Lands would use Gems that contained great Powers within them to rule over their respected Kingdoms. Even in todays Era, Tales of Folks using these particular Gems to harvest their powerful Abilities and utilizing them to their Advantages still make the Rounds.”, she recalled to the Group, one Hand resting against her Cheek while the other supported her Elbow.

“Of course!”

Ths Time, everybody turned their Heads towards the Capsule that contained the Triplets, since one of them, Ginny to be precise, seemingly remembered something.

“It has to be Mind-Controlling Magic that he’s using against us! Me and my Sisters know about a Tale that took present inside of the Evershade Valley a long Time ago. A Being with powerful Abilities apparently was able to use Mind-Controlling Magic against the Ghosts that reside there in said Area. We were so impressed an fascinated by that Story that we even have a small Replica of the Gloomy Manor inside an Aquarium in one of our Rooms!”

“So-”, Soulfflé kneaded his Temples, “if I’m understanding zis correctly, all of zis Trouble is happening because our dear Hotelowner has an Obsession over a big oversized Marshmallow who decided to trick and manipulate the entire Hotel? Just great...”

Even though it was pretty apparent what was going on, there were still some unanswered Questions that lingered in the Air.

“But what Reason would they have to bring a Ghosthunter here out of all Places, let alone send him after all of us? It just doesn’t make any Sense in my Head!”

Seeing Gloria getting so frustrated, Clem let out a tiny Snicker followed by a sarcastic Comment while he casually leaned back in his Rubber Duckie Floatie that he was lying on.

“Before ya totally break yer Head over such complicated Question, why don’‘t cha ask the Lady who’s behind all of this hersel-”

A familiar humming Noise once again echoed throughout the Room, interrupting the undead Electrician in his Speech, and every trapped Soul turned their Head towards the Source of the Commotion.

A certain ghostly Hotelowner with her beloved Pet was deployed into one of the Capsules this Time.

This was going to be one long an interesting Discussion.

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sickkillerzach · 3 years

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Ex Gon' Give It To Ya

Everytime Gloria invited Javier over to see Manny, I knew it was bad news.

But she insisted every time he came over that "it's good for Manny to see his dad".

That all changed the most recent time he came to visit.

You see, he didn't just come to visit Manny.

He wanted to take Manny with him.

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There was a knock on the door. ugh I thought, Gloria's ex husband. I hate him.

She came rushing towards the door. I could tell she didn't enjoy his company, but obviously, she thought it was good for him.

But there was something rather odd about the way she looked. She always looked like she was dreading his very appearance at her house, but she looked, rather, nervous to open the door.

I stopped her dead in her tracks. "Gloria, sweetheart, you seem to be anxious about Javier's presence."

"I don't know. I just have this very strange feeling about inviting him over. I've had this feeling for a week, when I got the call from him. He sounded like he was up to no good." She replied.

He pounded on the door again, rude and impatiently.

"We'll be there in a second!" I yelled loudly, my Australian accent kicking in, as usual.

He stopped knocking.

"Well, he's already here, nothing we can do, let's just have him over to visit Manny, and he can leave, and that's it." I assured her.

I didn't want to say anything to her, as I saw the stress she was under, but I was very frustrated at her, and almost wanted to say "Well, had you listened to me, you wouldn't be here".

It was bad enough my friends never listen to me, but my soon to be fiance not listening to me is even worse.

I felt very hurt, but didn't say anything.

She went to the door and took a deep breath, and opened it.

"About damn time," he said "where the hell were you?" He asked, being very rude, again.

She ignored the question, and I came over and shook his hand. I did this every time he came over, but he was always rough with me. My hand was always red and sore afterwards, and sometimes he even squeezed so tightly, I could feel my pulse in my hand.

Manny walked over and hugged his father.

He even looked concerned, almost as if he was sharing the same feeling his mother was.

Javier gave him a very weird looking grin, like he was up to something.

Was Gloria's strange feelings, that may have been shared with Manny, meaning something more than we thought?

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Everything seemed to be normal. He gave Manny a gift, as always (which bothered me, because it was like he was trying to compete with me, but I'm always going to be the better father), he ate dinner, chatted with us, the usual things he would do.

However, when he left, that bad feeling started to settle on me.

was he up to something? I thought, and what was with that grin he kept giving Manny? He kept staring him down.

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That night when we settled on the bed, I had nothing on but a pair of boxer shorts, and Gloria had on one of her nightgowns. Everything seemed to be usual. Usual day, usual night, the only thing different was that Javier was over.

So I thought.

In the middle of the night, I had to take a piss. This was normal, as I frequently had to urinate in the middle of the night.

But something was off.

I never noticed how creepy Gloria's house looked in the dark. It was a beautiful house, but right now, it looked creepy.

I wanted a light source, but didn't want to awake Gloria, so, I grabbed my Rick and Morty Portal Gun, put it on silent, and made it so that the light stayed on until I shut it off, rather than turning off automatically.

And as an extra comfort source, I grabbed my Raichu plushie from the bed.

Gloria turned over a little bit, but didn't wake up from me getting my Raichu, and Portal Gun.

I walked across the hall, and went to the bathroom, which was right next to Manny's room, which was right next to Joe's room.

I went in, and set my gun and plushie on the counter right next to the toilet, and lifted the seat up, and did my business. I couldn't help but feel this strange feeling overwhelming me, the same feeling I was getting while Javier was over, but worse.

Way worse.

Once I got done in the bathroom, I grabbed my Portal Gun, and Raichu, and continued walking towards our bedroom.

But the feeling was getting worse as I walked away from the hallway.

For whatever reason, I checked in Manny's room.

good, he's just in his bed, snoring away I thought to myself.

what the hell was I thinking? He was gonna be missing or something?

I went back up to the bedroom, set down the portal gun on to the the dresser, turned it off, set Raichu back on the bed, covered back up, and went back to bed.

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At around 4AM, there was a loud noise throughout the house. It woke both me and Gloria up.

"What was that?" I asked her, rhetorically.

"I don't know, we should go downstairs and see." She replied.

As I walked through the bedroom door, I sensed the same feeling I had while in the bathroom.

We walked down the stairs, where the noise sounded like it came from, and there was nobody there.

I could hear Joe crying upstairs about something.

"I'll get him, you keep looking." She said as she ran back up the stairs.

I kept looking around until I heard the words come out of Joe's mouth.

"Manny's dad came and got him."

"What?" I said back.

"Yeah, he came and took him. I couldn't say anything because he had a gum at my head." He replied, obviously mistaking "gun" for "gum". I always thought it was so cute when Joe talked like a child.

"What kind of wanker points a lethal weapon at a child?" I said.

"Oliver, we've got to go save Manny." Gloria told me, which was the obvious thing to do.

I put on my tan leather jacket, black sweatpants, while Gloria put on her red sweater, and brown skinny jeans.

We made sure to have pockets to hold our guns.

"Let's see here," I started listing off all the guns we had in our gun safe. "Thompson? Nah, that'd jam too much. BAR? Too heavy. We're only killing one guy after all. SPAS-12? That's-" Gloria interrupted.

"Will you just hurry up already? We don't know what Javier could be doing at this moment, I'll just be taking the Glock." She told me.

"Fine, I'll just take the PPSH-41, and the 1911."

We put Joe in the backseat of the car, and were on our way to that dickhead Javier's house.

I wanted to tell Gloria that I knew that inviting him over was a bad idea, but chose not to, as I didn't want to put more stress on her, or even worse, cause an argument. After all, there was a lot of tension.

I started to notice how much of a bad idea it was to put the PPSH on my back, as it started to hurt with the carseat right up against it.

Too late to take care of it now.

The closer we got to the house, the faster I started driving.

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When we finally arrived at the house, we started loading up our guns.

"Papi, just stay here while me and daddy take care of something-" I interrupted her.

"Look, the kid understands what we're doing, no need to sugarcoat it, let's get moving, and take down this cunt, and save our son." Gloria wasn't fond of me swearing in front of Joe, however, I made it up to her by calling Manny "our son", despite me just being his step-father.

We began to walk towards the front door, and I knocked on it, very hard.

I could hear him screaming something in Spanish that I couldn't quite understand.

"Who the fuck is it? And what the fuck do you want?" He yelled in English, this time I understood him.

I tried my best to hide my Australian accent, and said "mail service!"

Gloria stared at me deeply as if she was saying "what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Mail at 5AM?" He replied.

"Told you so." She said, despite not saying anything beforehand.

I gave her the same look she gave me.

I scratched my beard and mustache as I thought of what to say next.

"We're working the nightshift." I finally said, but became concerned as my accent was a teeny bit audible, and because that's obviously not convincing.

"No mail guy comes at-" I interrupted him.

"Goddamnit Javier just open the fucking door!" Gloria gave me an even darker look, as if she was saying "now what's your plan genius?".

"Oliver? What are you doing here?" He asked, trying to sound surprised.

"You know why, give us Manny, and nobody gets hurt." Gloria finally spoke.

"I don't have Manny? What are you talking about?"

I whispered to Gloria, "let's start shooting at the door, then he'll have to open."

She nodded, as in confirmation.

I pulled out the 1911, and she pulled out her Glock, and we started firing shots.

He started yelling in Spanish again. The only thing I could understand was "ay dios mio".

"You brought guns? What the fuck? Okay, I'll open the door, just stop firing!" He said, as he walked over.

I pulled out the PPSH from my back, and put the 1911 back in my jacket pocket.

When he opened the door, I hit him with the butt of the gun.

"You fucking son of a bitch, give us the kid right now!" I yelled as I pointed the sub machine gun at his forehead.

"I dont have him! I told you." He replied.

Just then we heard a scream, coming from, what sounded like a teenage boy.

Gloria and I turned to each other.

"That confirms it." She said.

"Guess it's time to waste this wanker." Just then he pulled out his P-99 from his jeans pocket and stared firing shots. Gloria and I immediately took cover behind his walls at the side of his house. Unfortunately, we were on the opposite sides, making us separated.

He quickly reloaded, and continued shooting.

I nodded at Gloria silently, and then moved my head in the direction of the back of the house. She seemed to get the idea.

We met up at the back, and just before we started discussing the plan, we looked in the window.

Manny was in the chair, tied up, his back turned to us.

"There's Manny. Alright, here's the plan. You run in and get Manny from the chair, I'll shoot this cunt in the leg, and then we'll have some fun with him afterwards." I told her, she didn't say anything, but rather smiled, and nodded.

"That sounds good to you?" I asked, just to confirm with her, despite she clearly agreed.

"Ye-" She began, but then was interrupted by something she saw. Her eyes widened, and looked as if she was about to piss her pants.

I heard a click.

"He's right behind me, isn't he?" I asked rhetorically, knowing the answer.

"Well, it seems you shouldn't have came here, doesn't it?" He said, as he started to hold me by my neck, making me drop my PPSH.

I thought quickly of what to do, and the kicked him right in his balls.

I picked up the gun from the ground, and shot him right in his kneecap.

"Get Manny from the house, I'll take this wanker in with you." She nodded and ran to the door. She didn't go in though, and waited for me to go to the door, and opened it for me.

"Thanks." I said. I gave her a slight kiss on the cheek, just to piss off Javier.

He started yelling in Spanish, for the third time.

I noticed he was bleeding a lot, and it seemed he was hanging on to conciousness. I set him down on the ground, and put pressure on his wound.

"Oh, buddy, you can't die now, we're just getting started." I told him.

I took a look over at Manny, and he looked horrible. He had blood all over his legs and face, and it even looked like he pulled out a few teeth.

This angered me more than I thought it would.

"I see you did a lot worse damage than I thought you did." I said to Javier, as he started making grunting sounds.

Gloria kissed Manny on his forehead, and hugged him tightly, and said something in Spanish to him.

That's what I loved about Gloria, she was such a soft mom.

She took him to the car, and walked back in.

We grabbed Javier, and put him in the chair.

"You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge." I told him as we tied him up.

Gloria looked at me, as she got the reference.

"What are you talking about? You don't have any "street knowledge", the both of you don't". He said.

"Really? You don't get the reference? Straight Outta Compton, by N.W.A.? Niggaz With Attidues?" I asked.

"I don't listen to that garbage you call "rap music"." He said back.

I gasped. "How dare you disrespect the legacy of Dre, Ice Cube, Eazy-E, and everyone else in N.W.A." "That's it." And I grabbed my phone, and played the song.

He screamed, clearly hating it.

"If this is bothering you, holy shit, you're not ready for anything that's about to happen next." I said.

Gloria seemed annoyed. She wasn't very fond of rap herself, but she tolerated it when I was around.

I grabbed my wrench from the trunk of the car, and sang along with the lyrics.

"Straight Outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube."

I started banging the wrench on his legs to the beat of the song.

Gloria, while not being fond of the song, was clearly amused at me beating him to the song.

She then came around and started shooting at his feet.

"Oh God, please stop!" He cried out in pain.

I then grabbed a pair of pliers and pulled out his fingernails.

He continued to cry out in pain.

He was clearly close to death, and so I quickly stopped the song, and put my phone back in my pocket.

I then grabbed the lighter from his cigarette packet, lit up a cigarette, while Gloria grabbed the jerry can from the trunk, and poured gasoline on him. I didn't smoke the cigarette, as I'm not a smoker, but I threw the cigarette on top of him, burning him. We quickly ran out of the house, and got in the car. I started driving back to our house.

"Well, now that that's done, Manny, are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm in a lot of pain, but nothing too serious." He replied.

"That's good. But just know, he won't hurt you anymore, now that we took care of him. We'll get you cleaned up at home, and everything is gonna be okay. Can you walk okay? He hit you pretty hard on the legs."

"I can walk fine, it hurts a bit, but I'm fine, you guys came just before he can do anything worse."

"I'm sorry about that kiddo, but he's been taken care of by us." I said.

"Thanks dad." He said.

My face lit up when he said that.

"Did-did you just call me dad?" I asked happily.

"Well, my real dad is nothing to me now, so you're really the real dad I have."

For over two years, he had only called me Oliver, and for the first time, he called me dad.

"I love you son." I told him.

"I love you too." He replied.

"Dad."

Gloria was smiling really hard when she heard this.

I then pulled out my phone.

"Hey Google, play Real Muthaphuckin' G'z by Eazy-E." I told the phone.

"Okay, starting song." The phone said back.

"Oh God." Gloria said as she sighed deeply.

We drove home safely, cleaned off Manny's wounds, and went back to bed after a long exhausting night.

The police came the next day, asking questions about the situation, and Manny showed the officer his injuries.

We were let off scott free, and everyone was happier after that.

#modern family #fandom #fanfiction #fanfic #gloria delgado pritchett #gloria pritchett #manny delgado #joe pritchett #modern family fanfic #what's this?#i drew a fanart and wrote a new fanfic all in the time span of two weeks?#that's insane

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harrowdubois · 4 years

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okay, i said if there was interest i would think about making a post listing all the references i squeezed into the locked tomb fic i spent the last month or so writing, and now i’ve realised i don’t care if there’s interest because i want to be self-indulgent SO

under the cut is a (somewhat spoilery) chronological list of all the memes, vines, and cribbed tumblr posts, as well as homages to various books, tv shows, song lyrics, etc. that made their way into blessed with a wilder mind!

(cw for suicide mention)

this is of course a reference to the legendary bodybuilding forum thread where they did, actually, argue over how many days there are in a week (cw for ableist slurs in the thread)

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buzzfeed unsolved meme. i am dirt and i love to eat dirt

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this is so well-known it’s almost not worth listing it but oh my god they were roommates

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in itself, this isn’t a reference to anything in particular, but if you didn’t do this on your first read then i’d recommend taking another look at this scene and thinking about the specific wuthering heights/frankenstein/rebecca excerpts discussed by harrow and mercymorn but in relation to canon!harrow’s trauma/relationship with the body in htn :~)

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also not really a reference to anything in particular but when i looked back over the fic for this post it struck me that the ‘sex panther’ phrasing was probably at least partially unconsciously inspired by the shoebox project (professor mcgonagall’s oiled man panther was a formative moment for me, truly)

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cw gross/unsanitary: it’s the tinder poop window incident. i mentioned this in the end notes of the fic as being what i had in mind for that scene but if it’s too gross for you (UNDERSTANDABLY) then feel free to Death Of The Author me to your heart’s content!

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i listened to a lot of orville peck while writing this

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very very very loosely inspired by this clickhole article

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respectively: fourth of july by sufjan stevens / wuthering heights by emily bronte

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TWO BROS, CHILLIN IN A HOT TUB, FIVE FEET APART BECAUSE THEY’RE NOT GAY

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there was absolutely no need to stretch this across three paragraphs, and yet

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iconic

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i already linked to this one in the end notes of the fic itself, but it’s good, so here it is again

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i can’t find the actual original post but it’s this fucking horrible thing

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the last line is a reference to the secret history by donna tartt:

“Could it be because it reminds us that we are alive, of our mortality, of our individual souls- which, after all, we are too afraid to surrender but yet make us feel more miserable than any other thing? But isn't it also pain that often makes us most aware of self? It is a terrible thing to learn as a child that one is a being separate from the world, that no one and no thing hurts along with one's burned tongues and skinned knees, that one's aches and pains are all one’s own. Even more terrible, as we grow old, to learn that no person, no matter how beloved, can ever truly understand us. Our own selves make us most unhappy, and that's why we're so anxious to lose them, don't you think?”

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a lyrical double whammy!

from ‘last words of a shooting star’ by mitski: “they’ll never know how i’d stared at the dark in that room with no thoughts like a blood-sniffing shark”

from ‘a better son/daughter’ by rilo kiley: “sometimes in the morning i am petrified but can’t move/awake but cannot open my eyes”

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shout-out to maybe my single favourite video game moment, the encounter with the sky cat in night in the woods: “There is a hole at the center of everything, and it is always growing. Between the stars I am seeing it. It is coming, and you are not escaping, and the universe is forgetting you, and the universe is being forgotten, and there is nothing to remember it, not even the things beyond. And now there is only the hole... You are atoms, and your atoms are not caring if you are existing. Your atoms are monstrous existence.”

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“Nothing is ever fulfilled, not until the very end.” - rust cohle, true detective s1, this reference is VERY tonally dissonant because in context it’s actually grim as all hell but w/e w/e i couldn’t resist the shout-out

also harrow quotes from the goldfinch again here! i had the reference included before i read this post and realised tamsyn muir also quotes from the secret history in htn. terrible synergy

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they are in fact all real. you’re welcome

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this one’s doing a lot of work lmao. it’s paying homage to this quote by tamsyn muir talking about the draco-in-leather-pants trope in relation to ianthe by loosely referencing drop dead gorgeous, the best drarry fic ever written, in which harry is part veela

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“It's a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves? Euripides speaks of the Maenads: head thrown I back, throat to the stars, "more like deer than human being." To be absolutely free! One is quite capable, of course, of working out these destructive passions in more vulgar and less efficient ways. But how glorious to release them in a single burst! To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night, with no more awareness of mortality than an animal! These are powerful mysteries. The bellowing of bulls. Springs of honey bubbling from the ground. If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. Then spit us out reborn.” - that’s right it’s another reference to the secret history, with a little bit of mary oliver (tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?) sprinkled on top for flavour

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a small one, but it’s the goldfinch again: “And I feel I have something very urgent and serious to say to you, my non-existent reader, and I feel I should say it as urgently as if I were standing in the room with you...”

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my FUCKING cinnamon apple

what if i... put my minecraft bed.... next to yours... aha ha just kidding.... unless?

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[cw: suicide discussion in these next two]

robyn can have little a rust cohle quote, as a treat.

1. “I'd consider myself a realist, all right? But in philosophical terms I'm what's called a pessimist... I think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware. Nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself. We are creatures that should not exist by natural law... We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, that accretion of sensory experience and feelings, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody's nobody... I think the honorable thing for our species to do is to deny our programming. Stop reproducing, walk hand in hand into extinction; one last midnight, brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal.”

2. “This... This is what I'm talking about. This is what I mean when I'm talkin' about time, and death, and futility. All right, there are broader ideas at work, mainly what is owed between us as a society for our mutual illusions. Fourteen straight hours of staring at DBs, these are the things you think of. You ever done that? You look in their eyes, even in a picture, doesn't matter if they're dead or alive, you can still read 'em. You know what you see? They welcomed it... Not at first, but... right there in the last instant. It's an unmistakable relief. See, cause they were afraid, and now they saw for the very first time how easy it was to just... let go. Yeah, they saw, in that last nanosecond, they saw... what they were. You, yourself, this whole big drama, it was never more than a jerry-rig of presumption and dumb will, and you could just let go. To finally know that you didn't have to hold on so tight. To realize that all your life - you know, all your love, all your hate, all your memories, all your pain - it was all the same thing. It was all the same dream, a dream that you had inside a locked room, a dream about being a person.”

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ahaaa this one’s particularly rough. evil monkey no one alive dot jpg

“Later, that dozy embrace solidified in his memory as the single moment of artless, charmed happiness in their separate and difficult lives. Nothing marred it, even the knowledge that Ennis would not then embrace him face to face because he did not want to see or feel that it was Jack he held. And maybe, he thought, they’d never got much farther than that. Let be, let be.” - annie proulx, brokeback mountain

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a TRIPLE lyrical whammy!

- harrow’s words to gideon in the dream are a bit of a vague reference to the song ‘adventures in solitude’ by the new pornographers (”we thought we lost you/welcome back”) - gideon’s words to harrow are a reference to the song ‘blush’ by wolf alice (”you’ve got two hands to take all you can/but don’t take too long”) - what harrow texts to gideon is a line from ‘about today’ by the national, aka the most devastating song ever written (”hey, are you awake?/yeah i’m right here”...)

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i CANNOT find a clip of it but harrow’s repetition of “life is short... it’s short” was me paraphrasing from memory a line from pride (2014), because i am the worst

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spooky scary skeletons!

“jail for gideon” is obviously a reference to the “jail for mother” tweet that tm also referenced in htn. so, not original in the slightest, but it’s a great tweet

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one of my favourite tumblr posts

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because naberius tern absolutely would watch rick and morty. he would. i know it in my heart.

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and that’s it, i think. hope you enjoyed this horrid little post and my horrid little fic!

#the locked tomb #books #robyn posts

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milstrim · 4 years

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The Falcon, the Winter Solider, and the Spider

Field Surgery

The small green car rumbled on the lonely, two-lane highway, bumping violently with every crack and jostling the occupants in the vehicle. Sam had originally swore at every dip that rattled the small space, but now his curses had petered out at the frequency of the potholes. Bucky usually sent a teasing smirk over to Sam every time they hit a particularly deep crack in the road. Penny had no reaction to anything around her, her hands placed carefully in her lap, EDITH heavy in her pocket, as she stared out the window, nothing but the occasional hum of prompted agreement leaving her lips.

It had been a week since Beck had revealed Penny as Spider-Woman and accused her of his own death to the rest of the world, and somehow she was still in shock. Maybe it was less shock of being outed and more the loss of seeing her family. She hadn't even gotten to say goodbye to May. Or Ned. The most Penny had been able to give her probably very anxious family, was a panicked "Stay safe!" shot MJ's way as she'd fled the street.

The terrified teenager had gotten a call from Happy, she'd hopped in a Stark Industries car that drove itself, where it had taken her to some deserted location. There, the Falcon and the Winter Solider had picked her up. They'd assured her that it wouldn't be long before she was back with her family, that she wouldn't be on the run for long, and that all of this was just a precaution.

She didn't believe them. Not really. When they weren't looking, she'd snatch a newspaper or watch the news playing in a gas station or cheap motel room, usually fiddling with whatever scraps she could find with every possible painful situation that popped up in her head. There were protests--both for and against her--as well as multiple calls for her to be arrested. General Ross had released a statement for the White House. Director Hayward of SWORD. The CIA and the FBI. All against her. The only ones who had vouched for her were SHIELD and President Sanders. Both influential--but she knew that just them alone wouldn't be enough. She was pretty much screwed.

"You doing okay back there, kid?"

Penny glanced up at Sam's question, nodding glumly. She hadn't said anything other than a quick "Hello" and "Thank you" to them since they'd picked her up. She felt rude not saying anything, but the words just wouldn't come, and she wished she knew why.

"Glad to hear it," he joked, "Can you grab me one of those sandwiches from the back, please? I'm hungry."

"It's two o'clock. You just ate," Bucky scolded, rolling his eyes. Still, he threw back at her, "Grab me one too, kid."

"Hypocrite," Sam accused, pointing a finger at him.

"One of us as super metabolism." Buck glanced back at her. "Two. Sorry. But you're not one of them, Sam."

"At least I said please."

"Oh, please, I know you had an ulterior motive."

"What possible ulterior motive?"

"To get a sandwich."

"I will pull this car over just to kick your ass. Don't test me Barnes."

Bucky made an exaggerated face of feigned hurt. She passed over the sandwiches and the car went back to its earlier silence, though the worried glances that Sam and Bucky sent each other were deafening. Clearly they had been looking for a reaction or something from her. But she had nothing to give.

They drove for another two hours, a few more conversations and half-assed attempts to get her involved, before Sam let out an annoyed tut. He clicked the blinker, and the car began towards the nearest exit. She looked up in slight interest--they usually did their best to avoid stopping while driving--her brows furrowing. She didn't know for sure if it actually was interest. It felt more like fear.

Penny glanced down at her arm where hairs had begun to stand up on desperate alert. She swallowed as the car curved around the road, staring out the window anxiously. She was sure she should say something about the possible danger, but something was holding her back. A few somethings.

The most blaring was the fact that words hadn't come for an entire week. She swallowed, attempting, but not even a croak left her lips. It was as though she didn't exist. She didn't always feel like she did.

The next was that, well, who was to really say they were in danger? Her spidey sense--while improving--was still devastatingly confusing and useful for little other that the heat of battle. She still wasn't sure if Beck was actually dead, and the mere memory of the illusions she'd been trapped in, confusing and making her head split with confusion, made her doubt her powers all over again.

The door up front slammed shut, and Penny blinked, looking up as Sam knocked on her door. She rolled the window down, staring up at the Avenger expectantly.

"I'm going in the station to go to the bathroom--and get some snacks too--you wanna come?" he asked, a friendly smile on his face. Penny knew this wasn't just an invitation to use the restroom, but rather an invitation to just try and become a normal part of the group. Sam was stupidly friendly--pretty different from when she'd first met him--and she wanted to say yes.

She shook her head.

The smile didn't completely drop from his face, but it wavered for just a moment. "Okay, kid. Just yell or come in if you want anything."

Penny did yell, but not willingly, and definitely not for a pack of the sour gummy worms she wanted.

Sam pushed through the door of the gas station, bags of candy (for the much-too-glum kid in his car of course), prepackaged foods, and water bottles rustling in plastic bags as the door let out a broken chime behind him. He knocked the glasses higher up on his face, glad that the station was so deserted. The employee hadn't even bothered to look up as he'd gathered enough food to feed a small army.

He didn't think they'd been noticed so far.

The Avenger trotted towards the car, spotting Bucky leaning on the side of the car while Penny still sat inside, ramrod straight and staring out the window, eyes glued to the road. He didn't think she'd relaxed once since Happy had delivered the girl to him and Bucky. She certainly hadn't talked. Not even a smile once.

He didn't want to sound unreasonable--he knew the girl had lost a lot the past year--but nothing seemed to draw a note of emotion from her. Nothing but fear and anxious copper eyes. He glanced at Bucky, who tilted his head towards the backseat of the car, and he knew his friend was thinking the same thing.

And then there was no time to think.

Sam had only been able to take one more step before there was a wave of heat and a rustling boom. Or maybe the rustling boom came first. It happened to fast to tell. All he knew was that one moment he and Bucky were making silent conversation and the next he was strewn heavily against the ground, panting for breath in the sweltering heat and running smoke.

Sam groaned, blinking his eyes back open--he hadn't realized they were closed--and pushing himself up shakily. He groaned again, rolling onto his knees and propping himself up with the palm of his hand, coughing as he looked up, squinting through the dizziness and the smoke. His ears rang, but he could make out the screeching of tires against rough pavement.

"Penny!?" he called, gritting through the pain and forcing himself to his feet. He only swayed for a moment before rushing in the direction of the foggy figure of the car. "Buck!? What's--"

A figure dove through the fog, knocking him to the ground. He held out a defensive arm, but was unable to stop the figure, as dazed and confused as he was. He struggled for a moment, before he recognized the body that had knocked him down, stilling.

"Kid, what--"

She slapped a hand over his mouth, her eyes widening in fearful enunciation. Despite her lack of words, he understood her meaning, and he promptly shut up, nodding in agreement.

Penny let him up.

Sam sat himself up onto his knees, glaring around the area, confused at the smoke still sitting heavily in the air. The bomb had gone off minutes ago, and clearly hadn't been that powerful--the lack of destruction around him told him so--so why was the world still gray? He doubted this was regular smoke and he immediately felt tainted inhaling it. He glanced at Penny again, grimacing at how her eyes were turning a pinkish-red, the girl already blinking rapidly to try and dispel the discomfort.

He grabbed her hand, still crouched beside her, and whispered so soft only she could hear, "Get back to the car. Bucky has the keys, but if we can't find him, you need to hotwire it and get away. Can you do that?"

Penny stared at him for a shocked moment before shaking her head vigorously. Sam glared at her.

"Is this 'can't' or 'won't?'" She held up two fingers, signifying the latter. "Well that's too bad. Get over there and hotwire the car. Me and Bucky will catch up."

Sam stood up, pushing her slightly in the direction. She gave him a stupidly-sacrificial glare once more, but huddled along.

The world was eerie. Hot and fry and filled with the same strange, rolling gray smoke that still had yet to do much but irritate his eyes and drag tickled coughs from his throat. It still hid Bucky from the two, until there was a cool hand on his shoulder.

Sam whirled around immediately, his hand held up defensively, but relaxing when he saw it was a familiar old man. "Your haircut threw me for a loop. I was about to throw you to the ground."

"Sure you were," Bucky responded.

"Where the hell were you?"

"I went into the store to find you, but I guess I walked past you."

"Get some better eyes."

"How about you get a better attitude and we get the hell out of here?" Bucky retorted, silent steps making their way towards the hidden green car. They only made it a few steps before both Sam and Bucky stopped, a piece of their puzzle missing. The two turned simultaneously, dismayed and confused to see Penny staring back at where the gas station would be if they could see it, her body frozen as though rigor mortis had already set in.

Sam glanced at the man next to him in confusion. He took a step forward.

A shot came out of the darkness, but not a bullet or a missile or a pulse of weaponized electricity. Instead, a swirly green blast burst from the smoke, leaving a fizzing trail behind it.

It headed straight for Penny, who didn't move. Sam slammed forward, knocking her out of the way and to the ground. The two grunted as the smacked against the cement, followed by a barreling explosion that flashed green even through his eyes squeezed shut.

"Aw, you ruin all the fun, Wilson," a voice boomed from the darkness. Sam shot up back to his feet at the voice, glancing between Penny and the smoke around them for answers. Neither gave one.

Penny shot up at the sound of the voice as well, her eyes widening and her mouth dropping in shock. Yet still no noise. Sam pushed down the bitter thought for now, gesturing for the three to take up a defensive circle. He flicked the gun on his hip out, Bucky doing the same, and held it aloft in front of him.

"What fun?" he snapped at the smoke, "I think seeing whoever the hell you are would be more fun."

"I'm sure the Little Miss over there would disagree," the voice said, a tease in his tone, "Besides, it's not just me here. Why have all the fun when an old friend of yours had so much to offer?"

"You better start making sense," Bucky ordered, cocking his gun, "I think you know what we three can do."

"But you don't know what I can do."

"Yeah? Why don't you give us a nice little show," Sam dared.

"I think I will. Are you ready, Penny?"

Penny's shoulder froze against his.

The smoke was gone. Sam blinked harshly at the sudden disappearance of the oppressive darkness and the reappearance of the hot summer sun. Even through the dazing light, he could make out one recognizable figure and one familiar.

The first was tall, a plume of dark hair shining atop his head and a five o'clock shadow. He had a charming smile and crazed blue eyes. The other was shorter, less confident held in his posture. He had no smile, and his stare was dead and slightly hidden by loose hair.

Mysterio and Zemo. What a pair.

"Shitty supervillain plans called, they want their best members back," Sam snapped, re-aiming his gun. Mysterio smiled in amusement.

"We both succeeded, in case you were too dull to notice. I got the recognition I wanted, and everyone hates you, kid."

Penny had frozen when the two had appeared, and she had yet to come back to her senses. Sam fought the urge to stand completely in front of her, instead forcing down the protective call and planting his feet firmly into the ground.

"Not as much as they'll hate you when we prove your horseshit," Buck said.

"That will not happen," Zemo finally spoke up. He gestured behind him, "Your military is not far behind, and with this BARF tech, we will get all we need across for all three of you to be taken down. The last Avengers."

Sam furrowed his brows, "We're not the last, buddy."

"SWORD is taking care of Wanda, if that's who you mean," Beck said. His grip tightened.

"So what's your plan? Kill us? Make it look like we killed you? You're already dead and no one likes him."

"I guess you'll find out."

The chaos started.

The smoke returned, green this time, and Penny pressed herself farther into the protective circle the three had made. Her legs trembled as the smoke curled and furled around them, a mantra in her mind.

It's not real. It's not real. It's not real!!!

Even if it wasn't--which she knew--it still had the capacity to hurt.

A tendril of smoke reached out, and instead of just passing over her, harmless and weightless, it pressed against her ankle. The green shot out, and with a strange show of strength, it gripped around her ankle and yanked. Penny let out an unwilling scream, reaching out for Sam and Bucky, but they were already gone.

The smoke dragged her until she found the sense to stick out her hand and grip the ground. The tendril tugged, but nothing it did could break her from the spot she'd stuck to, not that it needed to do much more.

Beck stood over her, a leering grin. He kneeled down and, frozen in her shock--he was supposed to bed dead, why couldn't he just be dead--she couldn't do anything as a real-looking and real-feeling hand gripped her chin, another slipped into her pocket. EDITH was held in his hand. She was forced to look up at him, her heart racing erratically and sputtering in protest.

"Just because you left Stark for these two soldiers, doesn't mean they'll protect you." Still, no sound of protest or denial or even fear escaped her. Words refused to form. They probably never would again. He hummed in amusement, "Guess I did a number on you, huh? Well, you won't have to live with it for long. Ross will make sure of that."

What--

Sound escaped. Pained and screeched, mixing with the bang of a bullet. Beck smiled, and he disappeared, turning to green smoke. Of course, he'd been an illusion. He'd never show up himself, not to face three Avengers. He was just as much a coward as she was.

A pained groan dripped in time with the blood from her lips, falling onto the ground as she dug her palms into the bumpy road, trying for a solid grip. Her head swam, bile rising in her throat. Where the bullet had gone through was both the most painful and agonizingly numb. Adrenaline felt like it was racing towards the area, trying to nullify the burn. Not that it could.

Penny crawled onto her knees, propped up by her elbows. She reached out one shaky arm and balanced on an outstretched leg, pushing herself up and--

The teenager clamped back on the ground, an agonized yet cut-short croak escaping. It felt like it should be a scream--this was painful. Burning and skewering and aching and numb and God how could she escape the pain?

Through lidded eyes--had her eyes closed? She felt light-headed all of the sudden--she thought she saw Mr. Stark. Strangely, he wore a three-piece suit, sharp as his his smile. He kneeled down.

Mr. Stark? Was she safe?

He flashed, a green and purple glitch. This time the scream escaped at his burned face, rotting skin, and patchy hair that fell.

She blinked and he was completely gone. She sobbed.

"Penny? Penny!?" Sam called. She tried to pick her head up, but it didn't move more than an inch before resting back on where the ground was becoming blood-soaked underneath her. Had she bled that much? "Penny we need to go!! Drones are on their way! We can't stay here!!"

"Penny!?" Bucky joined. Footsteps and then, "Sam!! I found her!!!"

More footsteps, a low curse, and then gentle arms. There was a sickening drip as she was lifted from the pool of scarlet.

"What the hell--"

Her hair raised dully, she tensed in warning, and then bullets were raining down. Bucky and Sam both let out yells or fear and anger, shots responding and feet skidding on the road, but she couldn't react. She couldn't even find it in herself to care. Why did she have to be here? Why hadn't Tony just left her? At least he'd be alive.

Crystal tears and blood drops merged and floated down her cheeks in a seamless river.

"Get in the car!! Get in the car!!" Bucky cried. Sam yelled back something, and despite being in his arms, she couldn't comprehend a word he said. The world was blurring at the edges.

More bullets. Revving. The slam of a car door. No, the revving after the car door. Frustrated and terrified yells. More bullets.

Pain.

Penny screamed as she felt something poured onto her wound, stinging her all the way to Hell. There was a hand in her hair, shushing, and the world focused into clearer words.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, kid. I know it hurts, but stick it out for me? Just for a little bit?" The girl managed to focus her caramel brown eyes onto his liquid ebony eyes. She swallowed, nodding in understanding. He pat her head before setting back to her stomach, focusing on the wound. Was the bullet still in there? "Good, kid. Just stay still. Bucky'll get us out of here."

"H-how?"

"We'll try and run them--" Sam broke off, glancing over at her in shock. She'd spoken, and her words didn't even matter. He continued, his words less sure than before, "We'll try and loose them, get another car and get over a few states. There's a safe house half a day from here. If we can get there, we can figure everything out from there. Got it?"

She nodded, but she didn't. His words faded in and out, their meanings flitting across her mind as though there were gaps in his sentences. She didn't think it mattered anyway. She couldn't do anything. Nothing but lie there and flinch as her wound was cleaned. Nothing but...apologize.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled.

"Nothing to be sorry for, kid. Everyone gets hurt in the field now and then."

"I'm sorry I haven't been talking," she continued, her words gasping, as though they had all piled up and were finally breaking through the gate of her teeth, "And that Beck came here and--and that I haven't been helping or--or--"

"Shh, shh," Sam shushed. A hand was on her cheek, "It's okay, it's okay. Everything's fine. You're gonna be fine, okay? We'll deal with Beck, and Zemo, together. Got it?"

Shakily, she nodded. "How are we going to get away? And don't--don't say we'll loose them. You kno--know that we won't."

"EDITH?"

"Beck took her."

"Shit. Then--"

"Hand--hand me--there's a thing. A thing in the cup holder," she gulped, extending a hand in the direction of the object she was talking about. Hesitantly, Sam reached for the cupholder, grabbing hold of the small device and handing it towards her.

"What the hell is that?" Bucky asked from up front, his voice harsh. The car swerved. She suddenly noticed a racing army van coming up next to them.

Penny fumbled with the device in her hand, muttering, "I've been making things. I thought--I thought if someone managed to spot us this could help."

"How, Penny?" Sam asked. Penny broke the device into five parts, sitting up painfully. She felt like she was going to throw up.

The teenager passed two to him, "One needs to go on each corner of the car. They should turn us invisible for fifteen minutes. After that we're on our own."

Sam glanced down at the device, "We're gonna discuss how the hell you made these out of scraps later. For now, just sit there. I'll get this."

He reached out for her own parts, but she shook her head, "I can do it."

"Penny--"

"I can do it."

He paused. "You don't have to prove anything."

"I'm not--I'm not trying to."

He squinted, hesitant as he warned, "Be careful."

Penny nodded. She rolled down the window, sticking her head out. The world in front of her disappeared in a wave of pained dizziness. She shook her head, pushing it aside. Army vehicles road in the grass beside the highway, rumbling along. There were shouts at the sight of her, waving for someone to see. A man with white hair and a matching walrus mustache appeared in a window, staring at her in obvious contempt. General Ross.

In a show of stupidity, she stuck her tongue out at them and moved to place the devices.

The first was easy. The back of the car was short, short enough that as she reached out--hanging out the window--she could place the device the tips of her fingers. It clicked, beeped and lit up red. She retreated, the window stained red. She grimaced.

"One," she reported.

"Two," Sam said. The both turned towards the front. "Give me yours, kid. You activate it."

Hesitantly, she nodded, and passed her her last marker, keeping the small activator in her hand. Sam crawled up front, landing messily in the seat next to Bucky, handing one device to the super soldier. The windows rolled out the window, the army crept closer with angered shouts and warning fires. Bucky placed his device. Sam placed his. She clicked the button.

The car stopped, turned, and fled. A confused militia was left behind.

Penny collapsed onto her seat, laying down once more, letting all the pain flood back. Bucky and Sam let out cheerful whoops, both turning back to look at her. Their faces fell.

She'd already blacked out.

Sam jumped back over to her, regrabbing the med kit and getting back to work. There was a lot to do, and he wasn't willing to let her go.

#female peter parker #peter parker #sam wilson #bucky barnes #spiderman #the falcon #the winter soldier #marvel fanfiction #marvel #fanfiction #febuwhump 2021

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pricklerick · 4 years

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so, i’m such a slut for the “presumed dead” trope

Because I am all about that emotional rollercoaster drama bs. Anyhoo, here’s a fic idea that I will never write.

So, remember Prince Nebulon of the Zigerions? He was just a prince, right? Who is Queen of the Zigerions? Let’s call her Queen Z. Queen Z is pissed off that Rick blew her kiddo to smithereens, and she’s out for vengeance. It takes her a while to find Rick, though, because... well, they never did get that concentrated dark matter recipe, did they?

Alright, so Rick and Morty off on some planet, right? Where totally doesn’t matter, because I’m too lazy to create any legit plot for this. But wherever they are, Morty’s got this bad gut feeling, and Rick is sort of half exasperated/half affectionately blowing him off. Because Morty is always a little drama queen, and half the multiverse is pissed off at Rick for some reason or other. Jeezus, Morty, calm your tits.

Maybe they get separated for a bit. Maybe Morty storms off in a huff. But for whatever reason, Morty is gonna find some evidence of a huge Zigerion conspiracy against Rick. Maybe he overhears part of the plot, or sees some files laying around, or whatever. Again, it doesn’t matter. Morty is horrified at what he discovers, and now he’s doing his absolute damnedest to find Rick and warn him.

Queen Z’s plan is to kill Morty and capture Rick. She’s done her research, okay. She doesn’t care about the concentrated dark matter recipe anymore, she just wants Rick to suffer the way she suffered. She knows that Rick’s got one weakness - well, one weakness aside from crippling ETOH withdrawals.

Morty.

The Zigerions stage it so that Morty is on some platform somewhere, or a ship, or a balcony. Somewhere elevated. Morty is there, and Rick knows that he’s there, and hell, maybe Rick at this point is actively looking for Morty, or maybe he’s starting to have some misgivings himself. Either way, this platform, this elevated place... it just fucking explodes. Like huge massive cataclysm, ash and viscera littering the atmosphere, no survivors kind of explosion.

And Morty was on this platform.

(except, duh, he wasn’t. he was busy trying to get to rick)

But Rick’s gonna go nuts, right? He’s just watched Morty die, and fuck, somebody is gonna pay dearly. Many somebodies. No holds barred, teeth bared, sword flashing, blood and bits repayment. Rick is like a thing possessed, kicking ass and taking no names and absolutely wrecking shit... until he’s darted in the neck by an assassin with a tranq gun.

Meanwhile, Morty is terrified, cowering beneath or behind something, watching all of this happen.

Rick’s body is dragged away, and Morty is lost, right? Let’s cut Morty a break and say they took the ship to get here, but still... these guys have Rick. We know that Morty has the ship, but Rick has the portal gun. Rick has everything.

What is Morty without Rick?

And man, here’s another trope that I just go nuts for - anxious, codependent, terrified Morty trying to hack it in a world without Rick. We’ve seen Morty grow a lot throughout the show, but what if we stranded him with limited resources on an alien planet? Like, long term. We know he’s a little badass (it’s my personal headcanon that Morty really isn’t all that stupid, either). He’s got a quarter of Rick’s DNA, none of Rick’s chemical dependancies, and a guilt complex the size of Seattle. Morty is exactly the kind of fucked up that would assume that he owes Rick enough to devote his entire life to rescuing him.

(also, morty just watched rick go ape-shit in response to his ‘death.’ that kind of visceral, emotional reaction from rick would probably awaken something fierce in morty)

I want this to go to dark places. I want Morty to have to learn the hard way how to survive in a universe that has very little regard for a half-grown human. I want him hurting and hungry and hunted. I want him forced to compromise his morals, but never his drive. I want to see what reality spits out when it chews up Morty. Most of all, I want to see how Morty is the same, but also how he is fundamentally different from Rick. Not just a difference in innocence and experiences like the show suggests, but in the substance of their souls. Where does Morty draw the line? Where won’t he?

Also, hot damn, I want to see Morty modify or improve on some of Rick’s gadgets. Maybe he’s not the innovative genius that Rick Sanchez is, but he’s no moron, and he’s helped Rick through enough shit that he can pick things apart and cobble them back together. Trial and error (mostly error) is a good teacher.

Meanwhile, Rick is held hostage on the Zigerion home world, or maybe on a station that orbits it. I don’t know and I don’t care. Basically, Rick’s stuck in suspended animation - a simulation within a simulation. Queen Z is forcing Rick to relive the day he lost Morty, over and over and over again. It’s like this nasty, really fucked up groundhog day experience. No matter what Rick does, he fights with Morty that morning. And no matter what Rick does, he ends up losing Morty in the most horrific ways. Every fucking time.

This goes on for years, okay? Maybe even a decade. Long enough that Morty can hardly even remember the sound of Rick’s voice or the smell of the booze on his breath, he just knows that his whole purpose in life is to rescue Rick.

And he manages it one day, finally. Morty dispatches the guards, waltzes into the high security chamber, and sure as shit, there’s Rick, lying there as if he’s just sleeping. Time hasn’t touched him. He hasn’t aged a day. After Morty has sacrificed his whole life to get to this point, it sure seems anticlimactic.

He wakes Rick up, disconnects him from the machines, but it’s not an instant thing, right? Think Han Solo recovering from carbonite. Rick’s not used to a physical body anymore, even though the suspended animation has left him intact. Morty is like massaging his arms and legs and talking to him in this low voice.

And for Rick, shit, that’s disorienting. Like, say Zigerions don’t really have a sense of smell or something, like they can’t replicate it perfectly or whatever. So imagine Rick waking up slowly from this awful nightmare and suddenly being bombarded with senses that he hasn’t experienced in a decade. Is this real? What is real?

And, naturally, once his brain boots back online, Rick’s not gonna recognize Morty.

Now, Rick’s smart. He knows he’s been captured and trapped in a simulation, but he’s not sure for how long. The last real memory he has (and you better sure as shit believe that Rick has held on to that last memory) is of Morty going up in a ball of flame and the carnage that occurred afterward. Rick got jabbed in the jugular with a huge needle while in the middle of a full blown cognitive meltdown, and now he wakes up to some fuckwad running his callused stinking hands all down his thighs.

Rick’s pissed. He’s gonna come up swinging.

So I want this blood-rage fueled fight between disoriented!Rick and badass mofo!Morty, in which Rick thinks he’s fighting for his life, and Morty is just trying his best not to die (and also, not to kill Rick). And man, it’s awkward. Morty has mad skills, but he’s handicapped in that he is also trying to protect his opponent. And Rick is all adrenaline and cybernetic modification, but blinded by bright lights and bitterness, and held back by this shaky, shitty, wrung out body. It’s gritty and intense, and also, there’s this looming threat of they are still in the belly of the enemy’s ship.

I don’t know how Morty is going to get through to Rick that he’s being rescued, that it’s been ten years, that ‘hey, remember me, i’m you’re dweeb grandson.’ Honestly, I think Morty is just gonna have to incapacitate Rick, sling him over his back, and hope for the best.

They get out, Morty hauls Rick back to whatever bolt hole he’s crawled out of, and then... then the real work starts.

Convincing Rick is probably gonna be hard in itself. This man has lived in a simulation for ten years. But never in his wildest dreams (or darkest nightmares) would Morty have survived and thrived... without him.

There’s a reckoning here for Rick. Learning to trust this stranger, this capable stranger who says he’s Morty all grown up but acts like the survivor of a nuclear apocalypse... it’s an insane sort of cognitive dissonance. Rick is going to be forced to recognize Morty for who he is, to know him by the substance of his soul, and that realization (though obviously not in those words) is huge for Rick. Morty has changed, but really, not all that much. There are some physical similarities - under all the scars and facial hair, Rick recognizes the set and shade of Morty’s eyes, maybe the expression he makes when he’s annoyed or thinking hard. But it’s more than that. Physically, there are infinite Morties. Somewhere along the way, Rick comes to recognize his Morty.

And with this is gonna come a truckload of self-loathing and resentment. Morty is independent now. He grew up. He doesn’t need Rick anymore. The dynamic of their relationship has shifted irrevocably. That’s gonna leave Rick reeling.

And Morty? Fuck, Morty is gutted. This man that he’s devoted his entire life to, the object of all of his pain and sacrifice and hero-worship... is really just an embittered, drunken asswipe. There’s really nothing holding them together anymore... Well, nothing but just one thing.

Rick and Morty both need vengeance on Queen Z.

Finding her, taking her down, it becomes Morty’s new ambition. Morty is the kind of man who always needs a higher purpose, and he finds his in retribution. Rick is just petty enough not to take this shit lying down. Not by a long shot.

Working together is hard. Rick is eaten up with guilt (he’s watched this kid, this stuttering, useless, ridiculous kid that he - gag - loved, die over and over again). Morty would do anything for Rick, would have always done anything for Rick, and Rick still can’t manage to make things right between them. Morty has to accept the fact that really, he’s more disappointed in himself than he is in Rick anyway. He’d idolized this man for all of the wrong reasons.

But fuck, I want these two to reinvent themselves. This is a relationship of equals now, or damn near it. Halves that complement a whole. I want Rick to map all of Morty’s scars, scars that Morty earned for him. I want Rick to nitpick the modifications Morty made to his portal gun, and to (secretly) be a little impressed. I want Morty saving Rick’s ass, over and over again, and Rick (finally) getting a chance to get even and ribbing on Morty for it. I want drunken confessions and knife fights and sloppy emotions. I want these two to find common ground again as strangers, as comrades, and then,fucking finally, I want them to reconcile their past with the present. Rick has always needed Morty, has always cared for Morty, and Morty has always, always, always been completely and unquestionably devoted to Rick. Time and distance could never annihilate the bond that started this whole mess to begin with - Rick and Morty, forever and ever, for a hundred years.

That’s all, folks. That’s all I want.

Oh, and I also want a fuck-ton of smut.

#pricklerick original #vapor morty #rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #rickorty #tw incest

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friendlyfrat-boy · 4 years

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The Straw-Hat Among Us

A One Piece/Among Us crossover starring:

Usopp, Shanks, Buggy, Kizaru, Teach, Zoro, Marco, Caesar, Doflamingo and Smoker

Chapter One:

Cyan, Marco the Phoenix

Two, to be precise. Marco didn’t know who they were, but he knew they were among them. And, as Chief of this expedition, it was his duty to inform his comrades that they weren’t alone any longer. Hence, he headed to the meeting room, situated just above the Admin room, flicked off the clear plastic protection and pressed the large red button.

Five minutes later, and all members of the Polus Expedition had gathered. Marco had never seen their faces, didn’t know their names, and that was all according to protocol.

Having their lives threatened by a pair of imposters was not.

Marco pressed a few buttons on the side of his cyan helmet and popped the whole thing off, revealing his yellow hair and tired face. The collected members all swayed, casting anxious glances at each other. After all, their Chief had just broken protocol and revealed his face. “-I am aware that I am committing a grave sin, likewise, I have a grave reason for doing so.” Marco let his eyes bore into the assorted members. “We have two imposters among us. Two inhuman threats masquerading as our very own crewmates.”

The rather short person in the orange suit, known only as “Orange” shivered and swayed at the accusation. Marco chose to ignore it.

“-My name is Marco, and I am the Chief of this Exploration.” He turned to the man beside him, a large fellow in a black suit. “Go on, Black.”

The man shook his head, but quickly relented, popping the circular helmet off. He had a broad, stubbled face, tanned and shabby with curly hair that matted to his forehead. “-’Name’s Teach. Marshall D. Teach. I work with stabalizin’ the seismic activity ‘round here.” Teach crossed his arms, the rubbery fabric squishing together. “Now, mind tellin’ me what the Hell you’re on about?”

Marco did not, in fact, tell Teach what the Hell he was on about. He met the eyes of Yellow, and nodded for him to reveal himself as well. He did so without the slightest fuzz.

“Ohh, uhhhh, hi! Nice to meet youuuuu, I’m Borsalino but all my friends call me Kizaruuu~” he said in the most drawling voice that Marco had ever heard. With a lazy grin on his face and a pair of squinted eyes, Kizaru gave off the impression that he was not quite a man to be trusted, neither was he entirely suspicious. More of the high sort. “Oh, and, uhh, I work in the Securityyyy.”

White had already removed his helmet before Marco even looked at him. “The name’s Smoker. I’m the one making sure we can go without our helmets inside the facility.” In other words, he worked in ventilation. Before Marco called for this meeting, he actually went ahead and told White about this, telling him to make sure the air inside was absolutely breathable. Though, that didn’t quite explain why he was smoking two cigars. Inside his helmet.

Purple squirmed a bit under Marco’s stern gaze before reluctantly revealing his face. “I don’t trust any of this! You haven’t even told us what’s going on!”

Sure, Marco could easily argue that he had, in fact, explained the situation, but it was still far from clear. Not that he truly understood the situation himself. So, Marco surveyed Purple. His hair was long and black, standing in complete contrast to his ghastly skin. If it wasn’t for his oddly-coloured purple lipstick, one might assume he was already in rigor mortis.

“Alright. As odd as it may seem, we do actually have protocol for this situation, as it has happened once before. The survivors reported that the imposters, which could be any one of us, are looking to end us from within, whether it be through deception or murder. Our only option for getting rid of these and surviving is to find the two imposters and kill them before they kill us. Therefore, we require great honesty, courage and rationality. We will not be suspecting each other without basis, and assuming someone is an imposter on account of lackluster evidence will only divide us further.”

“What’s the protocol, exactly?” Smoker asked.

Marco scratched his head. “There isn’t much. Stick together, but continue with your tasks. Make sure to keep an eye on your fellow crewmates, whether it be for their protection or your own. If you find a body, which you very well might, report it and we will all meet here to discuss the leads or see if anybody witnessed anything.” He turned back to Purple. “Now, name and occupation?”

Purple huffed. “Caesar Clown. Scientist.” Marco nodded, happy with the answer. Next one…

Pink removed his helmet, revealing a wide grin and a pair of sunglasses. How he’d been able to see in this darkness with those glasses only the Czar may know. “Imposters, eh? Interesting! Finally something happens!” After giving a cackle, Pink continued. “Donquixote Doflamingo. I’m the doctor aboard, of the medical sort!”

With that said, Doflamingo slapped Caesar’s back endearingly, and Marco could only assume it was a scientist thing. People like that were weird.

Next up… “Hold on, there can’t be TWO clowns!” As it turns out, Blue was also quite… clown-like, if that nose was anything to go by.

Caesar sputtered. “I-, I’m not a REAL clown! Unlike you, you big-nosed freak!”

“WHAT’S THAT YOU SHEEP-HORNED BASTARD!?”

“Hey, cool it! Don’t get in a twist already!” Marco said, stepping between the feuding pair. He looked the red-nosed clown up and down. “...And you are?”

“Buggy!” he said proudly. “Buggy D. Clown! I work in O2!”

Caesar’s eyes went wide. “B-, brother?...”

“No way, jerk!” Buggy said, bearing his fist threateningly. “I’d never be associated with a sheep-horned know-it-all like you!”

While those two went at each other, Red removed his helmet in turn. “I’m Shanks.” He smiled idly. “I’m the one who flew you all out here, and if I can get the Shuttle up and working again, I’ll gladly get you out of here as well.” Somehow, Marco could already trust he was a good fellow. There were only two more, namely Green and Orange.

Green had barely reacted to any of this, simply standing there with his arms crossed, so when he removed his helmet and revealed a tired, uncaring expression, Marco couldn’t honestly say he was any surprised. “Roronoa Zoro. Electrician.” His eyes were already suspicious, even though not a single person had done anything at this point. “And I don’t trust a single one of you.” Ah, there it is.

“N-, not even me?! Zoro, aren’t we buddies?” Orange mewled. Zoro took one look at him, taking in his round, innocent eyes, curly black hair, long nose…

“Oh! Usopp!” Zoro exclaimed, a smile overtaking his features before vanishing as soon as it appeared. “...No, I don’t trust you, either.” He frowned before glancing away. “If I can’t trust one of you, I can’t trust any of you. Sorry, Usopp.”

Orange, or Usopp, as his name apparently was, stuttered for a few moments, betrayed. “I-, um, uh…” Everybody was looking at him. “-Oh! I’m, well, I’m Usopp! I’m the botanist, even though there’s only one tree to tend to…” His anxious eyes glanced over the people collected, finally landing on Marco himself. “Uh-, um, Cyan-, no, Chief, can I have someone to go with? Just-, just for protection!”

Marco nodded. “Of course. Is there anyone else headed to the West Wing?” Two people, Kizaru and Buggy both raised their hands. “Great. You three will keep together. I assume the rest of you will return to your posts. I will wander about, keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary.” There was a moment of tense silence. “Don’t worry,” Marco smiled slightly, “we’ll get through this, as long as we work together.”

And with that, the meeting ended.

Marco, along with Kizaru, Buggy, Usopp and Zoro went to the West Wing. Apparently, Zoro had some brief business there, what with the wires. Once they got inside, Kizaru quickly went to the security cameras, and Marco followed Buggy and Usopp to O2.

Marco watched them get settled down, Usopp tending to the tree while Buggy worked on other things in O2. “Y’know, this is a real special tree. It’s actually not a tree at all, but an oversized Special Bonsai. What? You haven’t heard of the Special Bonsais? Well, they’re these tiny trees that have been modified to absorb as much carbon dioxide as a regular sized tree. And this one has been specially grown to be big enough to both produce enough oxygen for the whole crew and-”

-And that’s where Marco stopped listening to Usopp rambling about trees. While leaving, in the company of Zoro (who had finished his work in West Wing by now), Marco found Teach squatting in the snow just outside.

“-Everything alright there, Teach?” Marco asked, fearlessly stepping closer to him.

The large man jerked at the sudden addressal, hopping up to stand on his both feet. “Oh! Um, nothing much, Chief. Just, um…”

And then Marco noticed the little snowman Teach had made in the snow. “...Got nothing to do?”

Teach scratched his neck. “Well, not really, but… it isn’t important! Bye!”

With that, Teach ran off into the dark. Marco put to mind that Teach ran towards the Central Building, but that shouldn’t matter much. It was a pretty cute snowman, but if he had work to do, he really should be working on it.

Zoro crossed his arms. “-I don’t trust him.”

Marco perked an eyebrow. “You don’t trust anybody.”

“Yeah, but…” Zoro gave Marco a look. “You really don’t think that wasn’t suspicious?”

Marco shrugged. “Not really, but I think I can see where you’re coming from.”

With that said and done, they headed for the Central Building, making sure to check inside the Storage just in case there was somebody there. It had been Zoro’s idea and Marco didn’t object to it. Before they got to the Central Building, however, Marco remembered a certain somebody who should be in a certain place.

“Let’s head to the Shuttle.”

Zoro nodded, not questioning it in the least. He seemed like a clever enough fellow, although a bit too cautious for his own good.

Inside the Shuttle, they did actually find Shanks! Marco had almost expected him to be gone, but he was happy to see him, knowing he was clever enough. “Oh, hello there, Marco!” Shanks said with a grin, not afraid in the least. If Zoro was too cautious, Shanks might almost seem too lax. However, Marco could tell that he was anything but. Underneath that idle grin, a shark prowled.

“Everything going alright?” Marco asked, to which Shanks nodded.

“Certainly so! Why, Teach went by just the other minute, asked me the very same thing. A most agreeable fellow, wouldn’t you say?”

Before Zoro could say something rash, Marco answered in his place. “Oh, agreed. You should see the little snowman he made, absolutely adorable.”

Shanks nodded, and promised to check it out if he had the time. With that done, Zoro and Marco left once more and entered the East Wing through the Laboratory. The second they stepped inside, they heard something… interesting.

“I’m TELLING YOU, the smoke is bad for the ventilation! How can you possibly be a smoker WHILE WORKING WITH VENTILATION??” Caesar screeched at someone Marco could only assume was Smoker. Not that Caesar wasn’t correct about smoke being bad for the ventilation, but Smoker was in charge of it, not him.

“Hey, the worse the lungs, the better the insurance!” Doflamingo added unhelpfully.

Smoker gruffed. “It’s fine. I don’t got nobody to take out my insurance.”

Caesar huffed, something he seemed prone to doing. “FINE! Sure! Just fix it, okay? I need to boil these samples properly, and your disgusting smoke isn’t helping!”

This was the moment when Marco and Zoro entered the main part of the Laboratory, the one connected to the little Medbay and furthermore to the Disinfection area. “Everything alright?” Marco asked, taking in the scene. The people present were indeed Caesar, Smoker and Doflamingo, all standing around.

Doflamingo smiled. “Sure, sure, everything is perfectly alright! Nothing to see here. That is, unless Smokey here fixes things like he should.”

Smoker shrugged, heaving a toolbox on top of the counter covered in samples and liquids and things. “Let’s take a look here.” Caesar seemed just about ready to shout something at him for putting something dirty on top of the sanitized countertop, but he chose to keep silent. At least, that’s how Marco understood it.

A few minutes later and the ventilation worked properly, allowing Caesar to do whatever it is he was supposed to do. Marco nodded, and prepared to leave for the outside. He kind of wanted to find Teach again, since being out and about like that couldn’t possibly be safe, not for him, not for anything. “I’ll be leaving to find Teach, is everything going to be alright here?”

“I’ve got some wires to fix in the stalls,” Zoro reported, the unsaid message being that he wouldn’t be able to follow him.

Marco smiled softly. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. And the rest of you?”

Doflamingo and Caesar shared a glance. ““We’ll be in here.””

“I’m heading to the Sample room, I noticed the southern Disinfection seemed ineffective,” Smoker said.

Marco nodded, and left, striding into the dark outside with little fear. Snow littered the ground, falling in large tufts like frozen cotton. Although it was sub-zero, Marco’s suit easily protected him, keeping him warm and breathing and alive.

Darkness. Cold, silent darkness. Buildings loomed just out of sight, hidden by the falling snow.

The already fallen snow crunched under his feet, leaving little footprints in his wake. It felt hard to keep an eye open, even though his helmet defended him from the outside. Maybe walking out alone had been a bad idea? No, he’d be fine. The only one out and about other than himself should be Teach, and as long as Teach wasn’t it, he should be okay.

The shadows lurched. Marco crept around buildings, keeping himself out in the colds. After a while, almost too long, he finally found something.

A little snowman.

Along with a pair of almost-covered footprints. It seemed the falling snow had been covering them up, but… here they were.

Marco followed the footsteps, letting them lead him towards wherever their owner was, through and around and beside buildings, growing weaker the closer he came, fainter with every step he took, his pace quickened, growing faster and faster until he broke out into a sprint, desperate to know where Teach was, desperate to know he was alright, seeing an empty shadow of his black suit around every corner until, finally…

He stood by the pool of lava. His chest heaved. It was warm. So, so, very warm. It penetrated his suit. It was made for keeping heat in. Not out. If he fell in…

He swallowed.

It was okay, Teach was surely around here somewhere.

Marco glanced about, but he couldn’t even turn around before an arm clasped around his neck and a knife plunged into his chest.

The darkness took him.

#one piece #among us #fanfiction #smoker #usopp #kizaru #doflamingo #caesar #shanks #marco #buggy #zoro #marshall d. teach

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countlessrealities · 1 year

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@misstantabismuses sent: Ⓐ (Summer and Jinx) Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours || Accepting !

Attractiveness:

"I like how she's so...unique. Her style really, like, matches her personality and that's awesome. She is badass and she looks badass. She's a...whirlwind of things and her outfit is made of a lot of little details. I could go on, but I don't want to, like, ramble." She isn't her brother and she doesn't want to sound like him. "Just...I think she's cute and, uh, good-looking. And it gets better when you get to know her. Even with the...darker parts."

Personality:

"Jinx is...a lot of things. It really depends on the day at times, and on whom she is with. She's, like, nice and fun around me and Morty, and Grandpa Rick too, but she can be the exact opposite with other people. And of course there's the whole episodes thing..." Her voice trails of for a moment. "But I still think that she's, like, rad. She's smart, inventive, she pulls you in, you know? It's like she has this...magnetic pull around her. And if you're lucky and she likes you, then you can get to know stuff about her that, like,most people can't imagine."

How likely they would have sex with them:

"I...Uh, that's..." She goes quiet for a moment, trying to hide the hint of redness on her cheeks. "We're just friends."

Level of Friendship:

"I like to think that by now we're, like, a team. Me, her and Morty. We've gone through a lot of things and yeah, we still don't know everything about each other, but we trust each other. And that means a lot. She's there for us and we're there for her as much as we can."

First impression of them:

"Jinx and first impression are...She's a lot, when you firstly meet her. She acts so weird, she's too full of energy, she's...confusing. But she still, like, does cool things and looks cool, so you're, like, sort of awed at her? And a little scared to. Or, well, that's how it was for me."

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird (in a good way) || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

"Getting to know her just, like, confirmed the good things I thought of her the first time we met. She is cool. Cooler than I thought. And I also found out that she can be an amazing friend. She's not always, like, easy to deal with, but...it's worth it. We have bad days, but...the good ones make up for it. I think...I'm glad Grandpa bumped into her and made that mess. Because I got to meet her."

How good of a kisser:

Cue to a nervous chuckle. "I don't think that kisses on the cheek, like, count? So, not yet...I mean, no. As I said, we're just friends. Good friends, but like...still just friends."

#[ ic :: Summer ]#[ relationship :: Summer & Jinx ]#[ v. Portal Mortventures: Summer Rickflections of Iron and Glass ; Zaun regulars verse :: Summer ]#misstantabismuses #[[ I need separated tags for S & J and for M & J ]]#[[ anyway here comes an awkward Summer x3 ]]#[[ she knows she has a crush but she's still denying it xD ]]

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bangtansflower · 5 years

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Rigor Mortis Chapter 1

A/N: Here is Chapter 1! I hope you guys enjoy it. Feedback i’d appreciate! Please dont copy my stories! It may seem like seperate stories at the moment but it will all come together soon! Gif not mine! Please like and reblog if you enjoy the story!

Masterlist / Introduction / Next

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Summary

For as long as you can remember some people who called themselves DE JURE came took over the entire world, claiming themselves to be the true rulers. Along with them they brought the supernatural, people who were just like every other person, but they just had something more special. Some could shapeshift, others could control elements, a select few could even delve deep into your mind and make you feel as if you were stripped bare, all thoughts and feelings laid on the table for them to see and exploit. The rebels are led by 7 men called BANGTAN, no one knows who they look like, or who they are. But they are 7 extremely strong supernaturals who went against the DE JURE and with their followers who call themselves Army. Life was okay under the rule of the DE JURE, as long as you followed the rules and kept to yourself everything was good. Though as with every story life has to turn upside down one way or another. What will happen when you get dragged into the supernatural life by 7 men, uncovering dark secrets that make you rethink your way of living.

Chapter 1

It was cold. Too cold. Shivering you tighten your black coat around your body you glance at your watch and tut. He’s late as always you think to yourself. Looking at your surroundings you hoped Beomgyu would arrive soon, before the toll of the bell rang. A cold wind blows rustling the fallen leaves on the ground, messing up your hair, making you shiver even more lips slowly turning blue. It was quiet. Too quiet. You didn’t want to wait much longer and hoped Beomgyu would arrive soon, he was going to get a thrashing when you both got home. In the quiet you slowly hear a faint whisper, eyes widening your heart race quickened, fear shot through you body frozen on the spot. Luckily it passed as quickly as it came, the cold slowly dimming away. The sun was slowly setting spreading colours of orange and red across the neighbourhood. “Beomgyu please hurry” you mutter to yourself, feeling more and more anxious even though the whispers had faded to nothing.

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SEOKJINS eyes scanned the room. Flashes of blue, green, red and violet flashed across his face and the room whilst bassy music vibrates the environment which livened the atmosphere. He really did not want to be there, but he had a duty. And he intended to stick to that duty, especially since they were so close to their goal. A lady with cat like eyes caught Seokjin's eye, her long dark hair cascading over her shoulders and back framing her small face. The two made eye contact a silent message sent between the two of them before she turned away, seducing an older man who surely had a wife. Majority of the older men in the Semper Fideles had families, but it did not stop them from betraying them, following their lust. Loud laughter caught his attention drawing his eyes to a group of young teenagers, in the middle of them a broad shoulder young lad with a boxy grin, dark hair curled slightly was standing on the table drink in hand, telling an exaggerated story. A smaller lad was leaning on the couch nearly toppling over from laughter from his friend. Chuckling to himself a small smile on his face, eyes softening slightly Seokjin shook his head slightly, Taehyung and Jimin did always bring life to the party he thought to himself. Straightening his back slightly Seokjin downed the rest of this whisky, its time. Making eye contact with Taehyung, the latter not breaking his act, Seokjin went to work. Oh how he REALLY did not want to be here.

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Rain slowly started to fall lightly. You sigh pulling up your hood covering your hair. A loud chime echoed throughout the neighbourhood, you look up at the old bell tower, vines climbing it as if it were a tree. 9pm. Im gonna kill him you thought to yourself. “Y/N!” A voice called, turning towards the source of the sound you glare when you spot him. “Beomgyu! Your late! We need to get home!” You shout at the younger blonde haired boy.

“I’m sorry! I couldn’t just leave I had to clean by myself” he pouted eyes big. Sighing you roll your eyes and smile. “Let’s go. The others will be wondering where we are. And we don’t want to be out when the sun fully sets” You say whilst starting to walk in the direction you call home. Beomgyu nudges you gently a smile gracing his face too whilst nodding “Sure! I wonder what Heuning Kai is making for food”. “I am not entirely sure” you reply, “He said it is a surprise for some reason” you laugh slightly as Beomgyus stomach rumbles loudly. He blushes slightly and playfully glares at you “I haven’t eaten a lot today so shush!” This just makes you laugh more “Sure sure”. Shivering slightly from the cold and rain you move closer to Beomgyu and he wraps an arm around you trying to give you some warmth. The two of you fall into a comfortable silence keeping your heads down when passing by strangers avoiding eye contact. After ten minutes you and Beomgyu approach a quaint cottage you speed up your steps moving away from Beomgyu who carries on walking at his usual pace. Opening the door a big grin adorns your face seeing your other four of your little family setting the table whilst messing around. Stepping inside you let the warmth engulf as your mind relaxes forgetting about the outside world.

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Yoongi runs gun in hand, his ruffled blonde hair full of sweat sticks to his forehead. His greed shirt damp with sweat sticks to him, specks of dark blood can clearly be seen. Shooting can be heard in the background along with lots of shouting and screaming, it literally could be hell on earth right now. An explosion goes off to the right of him but Yoongi avoids it by teleporting through the shadows of the night. Looking to his left his brown eyes, though you could say they looked black at that moment, peered into the darkness, he sees two figures running to him. “Hoseok! Jungkook! Where is Yugeom? He was with you wasn’t he?!”. Jungkook, his hair pulled back by a single bobble keeping the majority of his hair out of his face apart from the strands at the front, turned around and with excellent precision shot two Semper Fideles square in the head making them drop like flies. Both Hoseok and Jungkook, like Yoongi, are covered in sweat and blood from all the running and killing. Hoseok is a tall guy with light brown hair and dazzling smile, well usually dazzling smile, at the moment his eye brows are furrowed mouth set in a straight line, eyes guarded keeping an eye out for anymore Semper Fideles. Jungkook looks at Yoongi his face visibly upset. Voice shaking “They got him...we couldn’t...we couldn’t save him...he stayed behind to try and fend off the Semper Fideles that caught up with us”. Jungkook’s eyes watered lightly thinking of the loss of his best friend. Hoseok looked at the youngest and patted Jungkook’s shoulder sighing slightly “If we stayed behind we would have got caught too...we had no choice...It was for the best...he would understand...we had a mission and we managed to do it with his help...plus what would happen to the Army if we were to get caught”. Jungkook nodded solemnly whilst Yoongi looked down at his feet clenching his fists tightly before suddenly turning and running away reloading his gun. Jungkook and Hoseok follow copying him slowly relaxing as they allow Yoongi’s shadows cover them. “Let's regroup with the others, we have done what we need to do here” Yoongi advises to Hoseok and Jungkook who agree nodding silently.

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Here’s a bunch of demon oc’s I’ve been recently making, except Decipio who’s an older character that I even had in an OCT once. She’s changed a bit from those times but is generally the same. I almost never talk about my oc’s here so I thought I should do that more often.

Decipio

As you can see from my current icon, Decipio is my current baby right now. Her name means “to deceive” in latin and obviously she’s a demon who excels in deception. Basically her only power is that she’s an extremely convincing liar and can even tell when other people are lying. Her favourite thing is to work gaining someone’s trust and then stab them in the back in the worst possible way, multiple times even if her victim is that dumb. You can totally not trust anything she says, but she can also work that in her favor. Her lies are often mixed with truth and it is impossible to tell them apart, so trying to figure out when she’s being honest is always frustrating.

Her theme is holy because her recurring scheme is posing as a representative of Mawul, the element of light, to gain the faith of mortals and trick them. Also she just really likes robes. Her primary sin is envy and she also enjoys singing and making ceramic pots. She is also okay at playing the piano and has always kind of hated her lack of hair.

My headcanon voice for her is Petra Karjalainen

Like most demons, everything Decipio does is in the name of Gervaisse, the element of shadow and the devil of Heartorio, and she hopes one day Gervaisse will recognize her evil and she’ll become one of the elite demons. I plan to make her one one day, as later in the story she gains a new ability, which I’m not gonna explain here cause it’s a bit complex and pretty weak at first but once she trains it it’s gonna be pretty op and definitely of use to Gervaisse.

Decipio loves being evil, but sometimes she wonders what it would be like to settle down and live a quiet life with someone, but she tries not to think about those thoughts. She doesn’t have a lot of friends because even the other demons don’t trust her, even though her loyalty to Gervaisse extends to them as well. She is a backstabber by nature, but when she’s loyal to someone it’s neverending, but she has basically no way to truly prove it. Gervaisse is in fact one of the few people who trusts Decipio completely and never doubts her and that’s why Decipio is so eager to please him.

Decipio also uncanonically refers to memes and modern pop culture because it amuses her, not really caring if she’s being cringy

Grand Glamour

This guy is kind of a joke character, cause he’s the son of Gervaisse and Gavril, after Gavril lost his position as a world element and became a human. It’s weird because Gervaisse absolutely loathes Gavril, who loves to annoy Gervaisse as much as possible, but they ended up having sex anyway. Gavril dies before Grand is even born so he’s not involved in raising him, but he does reincarnate so they’ll meet at one point of the story (like after a 25 year timeskip yep that’s a thing that’s gonna happen).

Grand is kind of an annoying guy and a bit spoiled, but he has enthusiasm in everything he does. He is all about performing and entertainment and he’s got the charisma for it. His powers include shapeshifting which he inherited from Gervaisse and he can also control people with his singing, but doesn’t really use it often because he wants the genuine adoration of people (he does occasionally use it because he’s so used to getting what he wants, Gervaisse kind of spoiled him in that way). He also has a thing for long hair and WILL touch it without permission.

He also has a headcanon voice, which is Pekka Kuorikoski (can you guess the pattern for choosing voices for my characters?)

Mortimer Hearty

Morty is a former human that was turned into a demon by Gervaisse (which he does to souls he sees potential in) and I don’t have much figured out of his backstory beyond that. He is one of the elite demons because of his op power, which is the Look Book (I might change that, that is a really dumb name). His power is that whenever he meets someone, he can then peer into their hearts and access all information about them, which manifests into the form of the book. He can then access this information whenever he wants and it updates itself automatically. He has no problem keeping tabs of all the people’s info he’s got and reaccessing it.

Personality-wise Morty is pretty quiet, but has a creepy side to him which is him eagerly collecting and going through people’s private information and using it to blackmail them. He is also quite unpopular among the other demons, but a few who feel like they have nothing to hide admire and respect him.

Cole Conniver

Also known as “the Reqruiter” since his main job is to seek out living mortals who might interest Gervaisse and ensuring that they end up in his service. He is also one of the elite demons and his power is also op: he has his own personal pocket dimension in which he can store and retrieve objects and even people he has touched. He also has the ability to make anything that’s in his pocket dimension vanish out of existence (Decipio uncanonically refers to this as Za Hando and it annoys him greatly).

Conniver is pretty pretentious, sweet-talking, and grumpy whenever things don’t go his way. He is one of the older demons so he’s pretty old-fashioned and doesn’t really like younger demons such as Decipio (who’s 340 but that’s young compared to him).

Illusoun

Finally we have (perhaps) the first demon Gervaisse ever created. She was made to perform a task and that is the eternal torture of mortals souls which end up in hell. In both heaven and hell the souls will have endless, life-like dreams and in hell those are of course the worst nightmares they could imagine. Illusoun is a master of these dreams and illusions, but she has a lot of underlings to do most of the work, she just supervises it these days.

Her power is being able to make people have any kind of dreams; their worst nightmares or even their hopes and dreams. Her dreams are so life-like and well-crafted that they are indistinguishable from reality which makes people fear and avoid her, because she does occasionally enjoy messing with people’s minds, making them wonder whether she’s made them dream, sometimes putting slight contradictions in them to see if they can notice. She can do this all in a blink of an eye, making you have a dream that felt like a lifetime and then watching you struggle readjusting to the real world again.

Illusoun is a very high-ranking and respected elite demon, though some demons do wonder whether she still has a use as a lot of the more lower-ranking demons do most of her job for her now. She doesn’t have many friends besides Decipio, a fellow demon in the art of deception. She might have a bit of an unrequited love for Decipio, either because she hasn’t told her about her feelings or because Decipio wasn’t interested, but I might make them a couple at some point, I don’t know.

Illusoun has a very peculiar aura that affects people in close proximity to her. Many people describe it as like falling asleep while you’re standing. A lot of people dislike being around her because of this feeling, while others find it comforting and even addicting, but the fear of being put under one of her spells usually makes them anxious about it.

(I’m not really sure about her colours, I might change those at some point, but I wanted a reference of her for this post)

She also kinda has a hc voice, I’m not set on it because it’s been really hard figuring it out, but for now it’s Arja Koriseva

#man that's a lot of text boy I feel exhausted #if you read all of that I'm sorry and thank you so much #the reason I'm introducing these characters is because I might make small comics of them in the future if I have ideas I mean I hope so #I really would love drawing them more so if I do at least you guys know who they are #I'm definitely gonna draw at least decipio more she is my current obsession and I love her #it's a bit sad that lately I've only been able to make these basic refs but who knows maybe I'll get inspired for some comic shenanigans #also let me just say I also ship decipio with a canon character but I can't say which series or else I'll be sent to the gay baby jail #that's all I guess idk it's getting late and I need to eat BADLY #oh yeah this post does have spoilers for my story but who's gonna remember those once my story gets to that point is gonna take YEARS #anyway food now #DL draws crap #long post

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How do you feel about full length beards? I’m not into a lot of facial hair. I like some scruff, but that’s it. Have you ever been to a circus? Yeah, once. I was naive and didn’t know about the abuse that went on at the time. Do you know anyone who’s gone to a Fat Camp? No. Do you use Facebook IM everyday? No. I don’t even remember the last time I used it. How many surveys have you done already today? This is my first.

What’s the WORST show on Adult Swim? I don’t care for the Adult Swim shows. Family Guy and American Dad is okay, but after that it gets too stupid and weird for me. Sorry. Like once I saw this show, Mr. Pickles, and uh... wtf. The episode I saw was very disturbing. I don’t get the appeal of Rick and Morty at all. And why the hell is Mike Tyson Mysteries a thing? That’s just to name a few. I see previews of other shows and I just... wow. Do you have any relatives that have shunned you, or vice versa? No. Has anyone ever posted a HORRIBLE picture of you for everyone to see? Not maliciously or because they thought it was horrible and wanted to embarrass me, but yeah. My mom has posted photos where she didn’t see anything wrong and she thinks I looked fine, but I was like EW NO take that down it’s hideous. I reallyyyy don’t like photos of me taken by someone else. I have to take my own photos if I’m going to take one at all because I know the angles and lighting and can add a filter. Plus, I can take a ton before finally settling on one. If someone else takes the photo and they want to post it, I have to approve. Which grade in school was the most fun for you? I enjoyed elementary and middle school. High school had its ups and downs, but there were parts I liked. I liked the last 2 years the best. Which would you rather have, a new puppy or kitten? I wouldn’t want another pet right now to be honest. We have our doggo and one suits our family best right now. Does drama seem to follow you everywhere you go? No, thankfully. I have other issues I struggle with, but not drama. Do you ever just want to go away to a new place where no one knows you? I don’t live in a small town where everyone knows everyone and I was never Miss Popularity, so apart from family and a few other people, not a lot of people know me. However, I do want move away to a new place. My family and I have wanted to for a long time, we just haven’t been able to. A change of environment and scenery would be really nice. You’re ordering a pizza, you can have any kind of toppings, what are they? I’m a simple gal, I just like white sauce, feta and ricotta cheese, garlic, spinach, and crumbled meatballs with pesto drizzled on top. Do you hit ‘quiet’ or ‘ignore’ on your cell? Which one usually? Nah. If my phone rings and I don’t want to answer it, I just let it ring. Do you ever regret giving your number to people? I have before with some people. Have you ever been told that you’re afraid of your own shadow? Haha yeah. Have you ever tried Gouda cheese? Nope. Does/did your high school have pop machines? No. They decided to remove them the year I entered high school, which I was mad about. Do you use a public computer, or do you have your own? I have my own laptop. Do you ever find it odd how you type LOL when you’re not really laughing? >> No, because I understand that its function has moved far beyond representing actual laughing-out-loud. <<< Yeah. I remember discussing that in a class once. Have you ever gambled? A couple times. Not my thing. Although, what really made my experience unenjoyable wasn’t so much the gambling, it was that the casinos I’ve been to allow smoking and I don’t do well with cigarette smoke. At all. It gives me a killer headache, makes my heart rate go up, and makes me feel dizzy and sick. It’s awful. The smell in the casinos was too overbearing for me, so I spent very little time inside. Do you know anyone who’s won the lottery? No. If you could work at any retail store, which one would it be? I really don’t want to work retail. And that’s not shade toward retail workers AT ALL. I salute you, honestly. You deal with a lot of shit. What’s the shortest you would ever cut your hair? I had a “bob” for a few years. Do you listen to any deathcore? No. Do you subscribe to any teen magazines? Which ones? No. I’m also 30 years old. Do you know someone who never smiles? Never? No. Has anyone ever made you feel uncomfortable at work? I’ve never had a job. Do you still watch South Park? I never did. I mean, I’ve seen bits here and there before because my brother used to watch it, but I was never into it myself. Tell me one movie you’ve seen recently that sucked: My mom, brother, and I recently watched this movie on Netflix called, The Platform. It had potential and was interesting at first, but the ending was just... no. It seemed abrupt and I was just really confused. Have you ever carved something into a dinner booth somewhere? No. When’s the last time you were carded at a bar? When I last went to the bar, which was almost 10 years ago. Do you smoke little cigars? Have you ever tried them? Nooo. You’re babysitting, what do you expect per hour for pay? Pfft, no I’m not babysitting. What’s the last thing you returned at a store? I very rarely return things so I have no idea. It’s been a long time. What’s the name of the last cat you pet? I don’t even recall the last time I petted a cat. Do you still look at clouds and make shapes of them? I haven’t in a long time. If you had to dye your hair for one year, what color would you pick? I already do, I dye it red. Who’s got your heart? Me. What’s your television addiction? I have several shows that I’m into. Have you ever stringed green beans before? No. What do you do to make yourself more relaxed when you��re nervous? It’s hard to calm myself when I’m anxious, but I try to distract by talking to someone, listening to ASMR, watching TV or something on YouTube, or reading. Do you cook? If so, what’s the last thing you made? The only thing I cook is ramen. Oh wait actually I made a grilled cheese sandwich the other day. ha. Have you ever had any painful dental work done? If so, what? Yeah, a few things. How do you usually spend your Saturdays? I spend all my days and nights the same, really. Do you make your own jewelry or clothing? Last year I briefly got into making beaded bracelets. I made a few. What’s your favorite thing to do when you’re bored? I do the same things everyday whether I’m bored or not: spend time on my social medias, watch YouTube, read, watch TV, scroll through Tumblr, do surveys, just lie there.... ha. Somedays just feel like they’re dragging and going by extra slow and the things I listed above that I like doing just don’t cut it so I just lie there mindlessly watching TV or go to sleep. Do you use drawing to describe what you’re feeling? No. Do you like the smell of new school supplies? As a kid I did. Like getting a new box of crayons. Do you give everything you do 100%? No. I certainly haven’t with life... Do you shop at any independent music stores? No. I don’t shop at any music stores. How do you feel about mainstream music? I like a lot of it.

What song lyrics describe your mood at the moment? *shrug* Do you have healthy eating habits? No. My eating habits are messed up. I have issues with appetite and other issues.

If you could transform into any kind of animal, what animal would you be? A dog. Are you superstitious? If so, what are you superstitious about? I do the knock on wood thing, but it’s just out of habit, really. If you could travel anywhere in the world where would it be? There’s so many places I’d like to visit. What food disgusts you the most? I don’t do seafood at all. What is your favorite thing to cook? Ramen. One place you would never want to get lost in in the dark? I wouldn’t want to get lost anywhere in the dark. :O Are you claustrophobic? Yes. What is your worst flaw? Oh where to start. One thing that always creeps you out? ALL bugs. What is your biggest fear? Losing loved ones, death, never getting better/getting worse, never doing anything with my life and just wasting away... If you could be reincarnated, would you come back as another human or an animal? If an animal, what kind? I don’t believe in reincarnation. Ideal way you’d like to die? Obviously painlessly, but jeez. If you could be roommates with anyone of your choice, who would you pick? I like living with my family. What is the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard? Uh, a lot of things. Your favorite kind of dog? I love doggos, but I definitely have a special thing for Labs and German Shepherds. Do you have any scars? If so, how many? I have a lot of scars. I’m not going to count them. What is your favorite scary movie to watch in the dark? I don’t watch them in the dark. Unless I’m at the theater, obviously. I love scary movies, though. Would you rather be buried or cremated when you die? Cremated. What is your favorite thing to drink? Alcoholic and non alcoholic? Coffee and Starbucks Doubleshot energy drinks. That’s also coffee, but you know what I mean. I don’t have a favorite alcoholic drink, I don’t drink. What is your favorite food around the holidays? I love either ham or turkey depending on the holiday and mashed potatoes with gravy, stuffing, and rolls. Easiest way to scare you? I’m such a jumpy, easily scarable (it’s a word, shh) person so you could really just say hi and I’ll jump. haha. Like my back faces my bedroom door and if I don’t hear anyone coming in or they just poke their head in to say something I’ll jump. lmao. Tell me one of your biggest secrets? Nah. What was your last nightmare about? It’s been awhile since I’ve had one, thankfully.

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