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brain fart: the freakshow

"This place is amazing!" "I'm not sure that's the word I'd use for it… fake as hell maybe-" "Don't be such a stick in the mud June, it's super cool and you know it." "It smells." "That's what they call ambience." "It's what I can unsanitary." "Oooh! Look! There's skulls in here! People skulls!" "I'm surprised you can see anything, the water's green. Uuugh. Is there actually something alive in there? A fish or somethin'?" "There is! Oh cool!"

The words filtered through the grimy water, it's occupant stirring only a little, gills pumped sluggishly, struggling to exact what little oxygen remained in the stagnant tank. He'd begun to think they'd forgotten about him, when was the last time Oscar had changed the water? He couldn't remember. Once upon a time the boy would have sat by the tank for hours at a time and just talked… not about anything in particular, the topics where varied and meandering but the tank's occupant had always enjoyed it. Oscar hadn't sat with him in a long time. Loud tapping on the glass of the cramped space made him flinch, the sound amplified in the water to the point of being painful.

"We seriously just paid ten bucks to see a fish!? I was expecting… I dunno- a chick in a shell bikini and a rubber tail or something…" "Eww. It looks half dead. Look, it must have fin rot or something, poor thing."

Tail curled tightly around himself he finally shifted enough to peer out at the girls circling his tank with dark, clouded eyes. He was so hungry. So, so, incredibly hungry. Fingers, long and slender to the point of almost being skeletal clutched at one the bones beneath him tightly enough that it crumbled, rotten just like everything else in there including, he supposed, himself. Again the tapping. The tapping and the pain of an empty stomach. Thin, sickly and cracked lips drew back from sharp teeth and he lunged. The lunge was clumsy, he couldn't even uncoil to anything close to his full length and his head slammed painfully into the glass. Fingers clawed at the algae covered surface uselessly and he snarled, teeth snapping ineffectively at the water. Oh what he wouldn't give to sink them into warm, plump flesh... The girls screamed. They cursed and screamed and ran and then they were gone and the siren, still hungry and with a small stream of fresh blood oozing from his forehead sank back into his corner. Perhaps he would get lucky and die in his sleep. He could only hope.

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Every school kid knows what we did. They can recite the history by rote but you gotta wonder just how much of it has been rewritten over time. The way I understand it is; 180 years ago, give or take, we killed our planet, or close enough anyways. That’s when the evac order was given. By that point most of the human race already lived in one of the numerous colonies dotted about the solar system and beyond. Lunar and Mars had been the first of course, long before the global evac. Being within easy reach once we put the effort in they’d grown and developed rapidly, Mars especially. It only took the best part of a century to terraform much of the red planet, turning it into a veritable paradise by comparison to the rapidly choking Earth. The asteroid belt and Jovian system were next. Their settlement was something like the Ancient West, they enjoyed a gold rush of sorts while the adventurous and desperate alike struck out to make their fortunes. Needless to say it wasn’t the desperate who struck it rich.

Fast forward half a century or so and the outer settlements had declared independence from earth and Mars, they were the ones with the resources and as they saw it that meant they had every right to decide their own fates and of course prices. The inner planets disagreed. One very bloody war later and they settled it. The moons of Jupiter and Saturn were allowed their independence but in return had to disband their navy and military forces. Fast forward a little more and whoopsie seems those probes we sent out donkeys years ago to a system some 6.3 light years away found something super interesting out there. Queue space-gold rush numero dos.

By this point the Earth was pretty fucked, global warming was in full swing, there’d been more than a couple of catastrophic disasters and the average life expectancy had dropped globally to 50 if you got lucky. People on Mars lived to 120 plus and those poor sods on Earth were pegging it medieval style. There was a lot of socio-economic garbage at play or course, the population of Mars was mostly made of up those who had been able to afford to get off world early in the game. They where the super-rich, the elite and likewise, Lunar had become the seat of a global government, ever watching over the population. The people left behind on Earth were the poor and the far from upwardly mobile. With two new planets, full of promise and exciting new opportunities for exploitation, the mass exodus began in earnest. It took a lot of man power to mine those shiny new ores, it being too delicate an operation for heavy machinery and cheap labour was in high demand so of course people jumped on the opportunity. It was around then that construction began on the relay stations that linked the The New Terra System with home. The primary focus of the stations was communication but each one became a community all of it's own, giant island cities drifting out in deep space and they provided the perfect place for all those people about to be kicked off Earth. And it was about then, when the first few stations where finished that the Global Evacuation order came. It was Earth's last chance they said, if we left and gave the Earth time to recover we might one day be able to return. Of course shipping all that labour out across the galaxy to meet the growing needs of the mining companies was just a bonus and totally not premeditated at all.

So jump forward one more time to today. The Earth is still fucked, Mars and Lunar are still the proverbial centre of the universe, with the outter moons the backbone of the import industry. 63 space stations run and maintained by the trans-system communication company are strung across the void between the home system and New Terra like a string of grimy pearls, and a bucket load of unease between it all. It’s only a matter of time before it all boils over again. And damn right too.

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A very brief history of the New Terra System and the Global Evacuation aka 'what happens when you fuck up your own planet' by Flight Lieutenant Alex Correa-Zayas, call-sign 'Roach'

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Field notes on the spirit world - Wayfarers

Every culture has a different name for them but mine knows them as Wayfarers. They're sort of like the sloth of the spirit world; a little bit weird with their overly long limbs, sad eyes and skin tones that range anywhere from a white-ish grey to a sickly green but just like the sloth they're gentle, kind creatures. Wayfarers can be found just about anywhere someone is dying. Hospitals and war-zones being the most obvious but truth be told these spirits are all around us. The Wayfarer will come to a person in their final moments. To the dying they appear as the person closest to them, the one who comforts them most in the world and the spirit will ease their passing. It will speak kind, gentle words of comfort and all they take in return is the departed's last breath. What they do with a persons dying breath I'm not sure of yet. Curiously some of the living are able to see or perceive the spirits, usually it's those gifted in the healing arts or those who've seen far too much death. I'm one such individual, though which camp I belong too I'll leave to your imaginings. Wayfarer's, despite being Shepard to the dying, will never harm a person nor speed along their demise. They have in fact being known on occasion to appear to those in danger and guide them to safety. Say leading a hiker from a mountain. I myself witnessed a Wayfarer save a new born that wasn't breathing. I observed it move about the delivery room, unseen by all but me, and take a single breath from us all. (A sensation that was akin to the hitch you feel when you're about to cry.) Once it had done this it approached the nurses and doctors working frantically to revive the infant and gently allowed all the collected breaths to flow into it. Within seconds the baby was screaming her little head off with life. Needless to say I have great respect for these spirits. - Duke

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Character Sketch: Rabbit

When he was five they found him naked and alone on the beach by the Central Pier. The women that found him, dressed up as short skirted versions of Disney Princesses were drunk but still had enough sense to realise that this poor cold, nude little boy needed help.

He’d sat numbly on the steps that made up the town’s sea defenses as they waited for an ambulance. Sleeping Beauty’s thin, cheap satin cloak around his skinny shoulders.

After the ambulance finally came to take away the small, shivering little thing the women went back to their hen party, though much subdued. Snow White cried for hours in a pub toilet.

The little boy, with black curly hair that verged on a deep green in the right light said nothing. Sea-foam grey eyes just staring at the water until the ambulance moved off the promenade and he couldn’t see the sea any more.

He said nothing when the nurses put him in a soft, cotton hospital gown. He said nothing when the man and woman in thick black vests. with belts that held shiny metal things strapped to them asked him where his parents were. He liked shiny things. He listened when the nurses and police officers spoke outside the room they’d left him in. The were waiting to see if some frantic call came in about a little boy with dark, sandy brown skin and darker still hair had gone missing or run away as sometimes happened.

He sat in the hospital gown, skinny legs crossed and the little boy began to sing. His song was wordless, sounds and melodies but everyone who heard it understood; there would be no phone call. There would be no panicked parent searching for their silly, precious boy who’d run off at bath time. She’d left him there, she’d left him on the sands and returned to were he could never follow.

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“I’m a pizza delivery person and the address given to me brought me to a cemetery, and the name on this tombstone matches the name of the customer who ordered. What the heck?” AU

- (@canitellusmthin)

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The theory goes that there's an infinite number of worlds, all occupying the same space and time but separated by a thin veil of causality. On a world not entirely dissimilar to this one a young girl, 9 years old, sits in a field of large yellow flowers. The sun is warm and the air carries the first hint of autumn on the breeze. There are others near by, some a little older but most around her age. The children laugh and shout as they are like to do. The flowers responding to the exuberance around them. The girl feels the familiar sting tof jealousy. Her eyes rest on a single bud of a plant, poised to bloom. A frown on her features when it remains unchanged for all her efforts. She's unprepared when the acrid stench of ozone fills the air and the world around her shifts and bends abruptly. The flower blooms. Another world, very much unlike this one; a world filled with creeping darkness and no innocent little girls in fields. A predator stalks its prey, a shell of armour like skin shifting colours to match the shadows. An abrupt cry and the promise of a full belly goes unfulfilled when the world turns on its head. In this world a young man with big brown eyes and the ability to warp reality looks up from his spaghetti shapes and says; "Ah, fuck."

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Leaving writing prompts for myself feel free to ignore this post XD "There's something very wrong with me."

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Visits

[It’s been so long since I’ve tried to write anything ; 3; so lets give this a go...]

She hadn't intended to stop here, at the house where she'd spent a good chunk of her childhood. In fact Evelyn had considered changing the route of her morning run in order to flat out avoid it but that just seemed silly and petty of her. Pulling her earbuds out and letting them hang around her neck while she caught her breath the young woman, with her bubblegum pink hair in loose pigtail braids just stood for a long moment at the end of the path that led to the houses front door. She could do this. Heading up the familiar path she only hesitated for a moment before finally knocking.

The young man that opened the door was almost unrecognisable. Dark circles under his eyes were only the first thing she noted along with the gauntness to his cheeks and frankly just how damn skinny he was in general. Of course the most un-Quin-like thing about him right then was the fact he was decked out in a pair of oversized sweat pants and a tshirt. The Quin she'd grown up with would've never been seen dead in such an ensemble. "E-Evie, what are you…?" The hesitance in his voice was so unlike him too. "We should talk." Blurting it out Evie was already regretting knocking. She could feel a tightness in her chest that was uncomfortably familiar lately. "Oh… sure, okay. Come in, do you- do you want a cup of tea? Or coffee?" "Tea would be nice."

The silence was heavy while Quin made the tea and Evelyn only broke it with a soft 'thank you' when he handed her a mug. "You wanted to talk?" Again there was that hesitance in his voice and a look in those icy blue eyes of his that could've almost been fear. Evelyn wasn't used to people being scared of her but she supposed it probably wasn't her he was scared of, but rather what she was going to say. He probably thought she was going to tell him to never go near Finn again or to leave the family alone and god knew she wished she could say that but she wasn't that horrible. "Yeah." She hated how hard it was to find the words now she was there with him. Just the thought of being in the same room as Quin made her stomach churn but she fought the feeling down, she couldn't carry on like that. "You hurt us all Quin." "I know I did, I'm so, so sorry-" "No. I didn't come here for an apology… I just-" She took a long deep breath. She could still remember the fight during which Quin had very literally hurt her, he'd broken both her arms and it was something she still had nightmares about almost every night. "I don't think you and I are all that different. We both have the ability to hurt people and I can understand the temptation to give in to that urge." She felt those cool eyes watching her as she spoke but it the was the soft snort that made her arch a brow. Now that was more like Quin. "You understand? How could you possibly ever understand? You're an O'Shay, being a good person is practically built into your DNA. Where as mine… not so much." "You have met the twins right?" Despite her feelings towards Quin right then she couldn't help a small chuckle. She loved her youngest brothers dearly and deep down they were good kids but Conner and Chase were more interested in being total jerks to most people. "Seriously though, being a good person isn't genetic… do you remember that kid who used to bully Finn in high school?" "I remember you breaking his nose." "I wanted to do much more than just break his nose and I knew full well that I very easily could. I could've broken every bone in his body but I didn't because I knew that would be wrong. I mean even breaking his nose was really wrong and I felt horrible for weeks but just because I had the ability, doesn't mean I had to hurt him more, you know?" "Yeah. I get it. I'm weak. I gave in to all the temptation that comes with my powers. I know that full well Evie, you don't need to remind me of that." "No… I don't think you're weak. Or at least not as weak as you like to act like you are. I know your mom was involved and she messed with your head and I think you made a lot of mistakes but I definitely don't think you're weak. I think you knew what you where doing was wrong and that's why you let Finn stop you." It was Quin's turn to arch a brow then, standing with his back against the counter top and his arms folded over his chest. "Do go on, since you've apparently got me all figured out." "The point is, I think you're not really the big bad villain you tried to be. Not deep down. Deep down you're still Quinto, you're still the kid we grew up with. You're an O'Shay deep down too and Finn loves you. He always has." That apparently managed to shut Quin up because there was no snappy retort or even the hesitance of before. "It's my fault he was avoiding you before he left, and why he asked you not to come to our house. But I don't want to be the thing getting in the way of Finn being happy or… even if it's just to give you both closure- I won't stand in the way when he gets back from his trip. It's not up to me if you two work things out or not but I'm not going to let my feelings stand in the way of his." Tilting her head a touch she pondered for a moment before looking back up at Quin with a small smile. "And I think you should join the league. Then you can prove to us all that you're not weak at all."

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Midnight Snacks

A little Tony and Caerin thing for Bitsy ; 3; because we love those nerds (that and she prompted me to do something based on Caerin exposing Tony to more music he's never heard, in this case 'Come and get your love' by Redbone;

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Caerin's kitchen was a tiny box of a room but it came with the upside of not being filled with obnoxious housemates unlike Tony's so it was definitely the later's preferred place to cook for the two of them. He wasn't sure when it had become such a regular thing but at least once or twice a week, in the small hours after midnight when they got back from the races or a good fight, still buzzing with adrenaline, if they didn't fall straight into bed and onto one another they'd find themselves in Caerin's kitchen, cooking whatever meal took their fancy, tonight it was chicken curry. They cooked, squeezing past each other in the confined space but rather than finding it frustrating, they enjoyed each and every little touch that came with working around one another. As usual Caerin had put some music on, hooking his phone up to the small speakers he kept on top of the fridge out of the way of what cooking surfaces they had. While Finn and Evie had introduced Tony to a lot of music Caerin's tastes didn't always line up with Tony's half-siblings' but as far as the blonde was concerned, it was all new and amazing, he ate up music and reveled in the newness of it with no pretensions or worries about genre or trendiness. Right then he had no idea who they were listening too but he swayed along happily to the beat. This late at night they didn't have the music particularly loud so as not to disturb Caerin's neighbours (they'd save that for later when they were fucking each others' brains out) so he could hear his kind-of-boyfriend singing along. When he felt hands on his hips Tony leaned back against the man behind him, moving in time with Caerin. Laughing when he felt lips close enough to his ear they brushed the shell of it, singing along with the music. "-with it baby. 'Cause you're fine, and you're mine, and you look so divine-" When the chorus kicked in Tony found himself being spun around, a chilli still in hand, to meet those gorgeous amber eyes he'd long since fallen for. Those same eyes had a playful glint that matched the smile on Caerin's lips. Finding the vegetable plucked form his fingers and tossed aside he was still laughing, moving in time with Caerin and the music. Neither of them were particularly skilled dancers and given the confined space they weren't really trying anything more advanced than hip sways and practically grinding against one other. Fingers curling, entwining together as they danced the whole thing was ridiculous, both of them breaking down into giggles as they danced and twirled clumsily around the tiny kitchen, trying not to knock over pots in the process. Even not having heard the song before Tony picked up the repeating chorus easily enough, singing along to the repeated "Come and get your love. Come and get your love. Come and get your love." It was only when the music faded, the next song kicking in they slowed to a much slower sway, Tony pushing closer to his freckled, darker skinned lover with those amazing tattoos and those full, divine lips that he loved to kiss and kiss them he did. Still chuckling into the kiss the younger man sighed softly, prolonging the contact as long as he could before speaking when they both took a breath. "That's a good song."

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Tree houses

So I have a thing for scars on my characters, they tell a story. I love coming up with how they might’ve acquired them and since both Rhys and Rowan’s face claims (Zach Roerig and Josh Dallas respectively) have scars on their faces I wanted to write a little flash thing about how the O’Shay brothers might’ve gotten theirs.

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"There’s nothin’ to be scared of…" Pulling himself up into the tree the eldest of the two brothers, only 13, hauled himself up onto the platform he’d spent the last few days building from scraps of the old fence posts and boards their father had been replacing around the boundaries of the ranches’ individual paddocks. "C’mon Rhys!" Rowan couldn’t help the disappointment in his expression when his little brother shook his head, kicking at one of the roots of the tree anxiously. “It’s awful high up…” "That’s the point doofus." Standing up Rowan, his the same sandy ash blonde hair as his brother pointed out into the distance. "You can see all the way to the lake from up here, and that way’s home. You can see the whole ranch. It’s awesome." Dropping back down onto his knees he leaned over the edge, a hand extended to his brother. Rowan wasn’t scared of heights in the slightest, he’d learned to fly before he was Rhys’ age after all, heights where kinda his thing. Rhys on the other hand hadn’t started to manifest any abilities at all yet, the nine year old the normal kid that Rowan had always wished he could be. He could see that his brother was beginning to cave from the way he kept glancing up and chewing his lip industriously as if having some big internal debate with himself. Finally Rhys gave in, scrambling clumsily up the tree’s limbs before grabbing Rowans hand to help pull him up over the edge and onto the platform. "So what do you think? It’s awesome right? I’m gonna put a roof on it so we can come up here even if it’s raining! Cool huh?" "It’s… very high. Are you sure it’s safe?" "Yeah you said that. And of course it is. See?" Standing again the older boy started to bounce. The whole platform and the branches supporting it shaking in time with his bouncing. "Roooow! Stop it!" The younger sibling clung to the trunk of the tree, having positioned himself against it since it was the closest to the center he could get. "I can hear cracking!" "It’s not cracking. See!? Totally soli-" He didn’t even get the word out before with one almighty and very definite crack the platform disintegrated beneath the brothers, taking most of the branches and the two boys with it. "You could've gotten your brother killed! You could’ve broken your neck!" Rowan wasn’t sure what caused him to wince more, the rag soaked in antiseptic his mother was pressing against his chin, the wrist that was now strapped up against his chest or her scolding. "Stupid boy! You’re not invulnerable!" He knew she didn’t mean it, knowing just how freaked out their mother was by the fact her children could be injured and apparently hadn’t inherited her invulnerability along with the other abilities that Rowan at least had begun to develop. She was stern but her bright hazel eyes had always been caring, no matter how much she told her children off, there was no doubting how much she cared for them. Sat at the kitchen table, his mother on a chair in front of him Rowan could see his brother and father out of the corner of his eye, Rhys apparently getting the same lecture about not climbing trees, or possibly about not letting his big brother get him into trouble. Rowan could see the gash on his brothers top lip that matched the one on his own chin, both boys covered in various other little cuts and bruises from their fall as well as more than a few splinters their parents still hadn’t managed to dig out but if the pain in Rowan’s jaw was anything to go by, they’d both be stuck with reminders of what a dumbass the eldest O’Shay brother really could be.

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"empathy is first of all an act of imagination"

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Family visits

His son had cried a lot since being left with David, the three year old understandably displaced and confused. Most of the time he'd squirm away when D picked him up or tried to hug him and his father couldn't blame him, they'd never met until that day his mom had left him there, effectively abandoning him. Tonight though tiny hands were clutching at David desperately, fingers curling in the man's t-shirt as Quin screamed and screamed and screamed. David wanted to scream too. Shushing the tiny blonde figure, rocking him gently David held Quinto close, making sure his face was turned away from the mess that covered the kitchen floor and walls. He was already digging his phone out of his pocket as he shifted his son's weight, quickly dialing before pressing the device to his ear. "Glind? Hey, I need you to watch Quin for me, it might be for a few days. My mother just decided to pay us a visit."

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It’s been a long time since I did anything with Amery’s character, and since I posted that meme here and had some interested in going deeper with him I thought I’d write up a little intro… or Ams’ intro to himself I guess since it didn’t feel right just doing a bullet point list.

It’s under the cut~ Also old shot since I was gonna do a new one to go with this but I am lazy…

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[[Hurrah using photos of FCs as inspiration for word vomit~]]

Focusing without showing just how hard you're concentrating was a skill Quin was going to have to work on. He could feel the beads of sweat streaking down his face from the strain of the effort and his fingernails digging into his palms from tightly clenched fists that were trembling noticeably.

He didn’t look at Finn, too afraid he’d loose his hold if he looked away but he knew the other man had put himself between Quin and any cameras that might’ve been trained on him as best he could. And he knew that his other half would be chomping at the bit just as badly as Quin to help but at least Quin’s abilities were invisible… the use of his telekinesis was only visible in his face and the way the huge reptile’s movements had begun to slow and become jerky, like it was trying to wade through a heavy, viscous substance.Usually the two of them wouldn’t have hesitated, they’d have slipped down some alley to change into their uniforms or least don their visors in some attempt to protect their identities but the snoozing little bundle in the baby carrier Finn wore meant they had to stay on the sidelines. Quin just needed to slow the damn thing down and shield the gathered crowd from any debris flung their way until whatever team was being called in got there and could deal with it.

"You’ve done your best baby, they’ll be here any second, we should go…"

He felt Finn’s gentle but insistent hand on his and he knew Finn was right, as much as they both would’ve loved to get into the fight and do their superhero duty to protect the city, paternity leave be damned, they had bigger priorities, namely their adopted daughter, who was taking it all in her stride like babies tended too.

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Putting this here because I want to tackle this prompt :D

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