#I MEAN. IT MAKES SENSE. IVE JUST. NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT IT????? bats have Wings and shit though surely they have to have bigger holes to

[intertexts]

DUUUUUDE . DUDE. the college I went to was old and creaky and bats got into buildings so often we had "bat squad" which was a group of student volunteers who you would call when there was a bat in your dorm. I was on bat squad for one (1) semester and hated it bc I'd always get called at like midnight lmao . anyway. old creaky buildings get bats in em the same way they get mice in em!!!!!! they get in cracks and then pop out the human side and panic and get stuck and u gotta scoop em up in a box or with big gloves or a blanket. they are so very scared and squeaky the whole time. I cant believe you've never had this happen I figured it was just a universal constant omg. I was also shocked when u said u didn't know sharks and stingrays were related. these r just like. so baked into me I thought they were common knowledge omg what other fun animal facts can i teach you im so excited. hehehehehehehehe

THATS FUCKING INSANE. YOU WERE ON BAT SQUAD???? THERES NO FUCKING WAY THSTS A REAL THING THAT EXISTS. that sounds so fucking made up that's literally fake. you got called at midnight to go scoop bats. that's fucking WILD?????!!!!!?????? and u scoop them???????

[kaitlynpcallmebeepme]

I’ll Fight For You

I’ll Fight For You

Peter Parker x Reader 

Warnings:  Fight scene, explosions, hurt descriptions, starving self, swearing I think, nursing organ facts (tell me if you think of any more), fluff, and a hint of angst

A/N: This is the work I have for @keepingupwiththeparkers for her 4,000 follower writing challenge. 

#kuwtp4kwc

Thinking about making an origin story for Gargoyle. The good title I thought of I want to save for my series. Comments and feedback are always appreciated. Requests are open and Messages are open if you want to chat. The gifs came from google, so credit goes to the person who made them. I don’t own Gargoyles the show either.

Background: Only slight endgame spoilers for this description. In my world, Carol snapped the gauntlet to kill Thanos and made it through the time machine, but left the mind and time stone so they could bring Vision back and returned the soul stone to save Natasha, and Steve didn't go back in time. Avengers Tower was bought back until the compound could be rebuilt and remained as a kind of a base since Queens is closer to the tower than the compound.

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@trashinaglass and @peter-pan-hoe ♡

Dialogue prompt:

8. “I thought I’d lost you”

Word count: 1,860

The intel was terrible at best. When have you ever heard of a hydra agent defecting.  That didn't matter anymore. What mattered is that your team, the Avengers, got the intel about chemical weapons Hydra was developing and get out of the base as quickly as possible. 

Taking revenge on the people who tortured you is one of the sweetest things ever. You were Y/n. Last name you never knew. Part of a species of bat-human hybrids that you were the sole survivor of, thanks to hydra of course. Mainly a human body with slightly pointed ears, retractable claws, an echolocation trackability, better hearing, sharp teeth, bat-shaped wings protruding from your back, skin that can turn to stone, and slight healing powers, which were amplified if you turned completely to stone for some time. You took the name Gargoyle after Peter showed you The Hunchback of Notre Dame. It was his job to catch you, Steve, and Bucky up on all of the pop culture stuff you missed.

You and Peter had the bottom floor almost cleared with the task of searching for hostages. You liked the curly-haired nerd. You two were around the same age when the Avengers raided the Hydra base you were kept captive in. He was the one to hoist your bloody body over his shoulders and carry you out of there. You both valued stealth and sticking to ceilings. You both often trained together and we're interested in both of your talents, yours of which was blacksmithing and Anatomy. You both tested your powers to see how far you could push each other and discover what your limits were. Peter could spend an hour upside-down before he started to feel fatigued and your healing ability worked better if you have a lot of what was hurt. For example, a kidney would heal a lot faster than a heart because there are two kidneys and one heart. 

Okay, back to the mission. No hostages or test subjects have been found as you and Peter kept making your way around your floor. It was mainly storage rooms with few people in the hallways. Not as exciting for you, but you didn't want to go into a room where you two couldn't handle what was inside.

You and Peter got on the ceiling in front of the last room you had to check off your floor. When all of a sudden the door burst open on its own and the air was filled with bullets. Two big guys with miniguns. TWO?!?! Normally it would be one and a lot of smaller henchmen covering him. You looked at Peter for some silent sign of a game plan. He drew a 'Z' with his fingers and pointed to his web shooter. Then made the cracking fist motion with his hands. You nodded and made a silent prayer that this worked because you hated having to play fair when taking out minigunners. Peter shot the two guys with taser webs, which brought them both to the floor. You two then dropped down and started going ham on betting these two up. You just hit the back of their head until their occipital lobe knocked out their vision. Fury would be by later to arrest everyone, but you wanted to make sure they stayed down. You cut up their arms and legs a bit just so it would make it difficult for any of the men to escape. You disarmed the miniguns and Peter webbed down the guys as best as he could. 

"Wonder what they were guarding?" 

"I don't know Gargoyle, but we better be careful."

You gently pushed the door open revealing a planning room covered in blueprints. Some were for cannons and others were for what looked like experiments. Turning humans into other creatures, which in turn would be used for Hydra. 

"Make sure to have Karen scan all these."

Before you could analyze the plans in front of you, you were knocked to the ground. Your body went into full fight mode preparing to stab whoever tackled you. Good thing your mind caught up to your instincts and realized it was Peter who was on top of you. Your senses were thrown off as all you could hear was bullet shells hitting the ground and an AK-47 going on full blast. You extended your arm and hit a button to make a small sharp disc fly out from above your wrist. The disk shot under the table and took the last man standing down. You kicked the gun away and gave the guy a few scars with your Assassin's Creed wrist knives. 

It was only then when you realized that Peter didn't get up. He was groaning in the middle of the floor where you left him.  He was on his side, but you could see the number of bullets in his left side. You turned Peter over and realized he's bleeding a lot faster than he should be. 

"Hit near the pancreas and spleen. Shit." If there was one thing you remembered from all your time studying Anatomy, it was those two organs have a lot of blood going through them. "Nonononono. Kid, you gotta stay with me. You gotta stay awake." You hit his face a bit to keep him conscious. 

You didn't want to move him because that could make it worse and you were definitely not qualified to remove bullets on a battlefield from an advanced human. So you did the next best thing. You held the button on your earpiece. "Code Blue. Underoos's been hit. I repeat. Code Blue. Underoos's been hit." 

"What? Where are you guys?" Tony's panicked voice wasn't helping your demeanor.

"Basement; in a room full of blue-." Your eyes grew wide for a split second as you saw the guy who shot Peter with a grenade in his hand and his thumb in the ring.

"Hail Hydra." 

You didn't have time to think. You scooped up Peter and ran as fast as you could before the pin could be pulled. You both barely made it to the doorway before the whole room exploded. You wings protected the two of you from most of the flames, didn't mean it didn't hurt. 

"Kids, you ok?" There came the Dad voice from Clint again. Clint, you liked to call the perfect mix of sass and fatherly advise.

You slowly lifted your wings but kept them up to keep the rubble dust out of your eyes. You looked over at Peter who you could tell was still losing consciousness. "We're fine. The basement's clear. I can run him back to the quinjet and rush him to the medbay of you guys can meet me there." 

"We're done here. Everyone meet at the jet and we're rushing the kid back. Do you need cover?" Natasha was one of the few people to keep Tony's mind straight besides Pepper.

"No. I can run him back up. The basement's clear." Just as I scooped Peter back up and started to run to the stairs, remote turrets came online. "Of people."

Your bare feet skidded across the dirty floor as you made a break for the Northwest stairs while trying to avoid the bodies that littered the floor. Your wings covered you both, but the bullets that hit your legs still hurt. Your heart pounded in your ears as the only person you were worried for was Peter. Did he lose too much blood? Was his body healing around the bullets? Would he ever wake up from this? You pushed your thoughts to the back of your head and focused on running. 

The snow of Ireland made your bare feet bleed, but you were numb to pain at this point as you layed Peter down in the jet. You tried to focus all of your healing energy to your hands, but it wasn't helping. You just decided to step back and let Bruce and Tony try their hardest to help as F.R.I.D.A.Y flew you back to the tower.

They took Peter to the Intensive Care Unit and only when they gave him a transfusion of blood and took all 12 bullets out of his side were you allowed to see him. He had a slight concussion and his face was bruised from the fall. You couldn't do anything to help him but hold his hand with the IV still in.

"Do you remember when we met? It was my first day. Still getting used to the compound. You were hanging from the ceiling as I was quenching a blade in the garage and scared the shit out of me I almost left the blade too long in the oil. I was a mess then. Still thinking that I was undeserving of love. That hydra had used me too much that I wasn't worth anything anymore. Even before Hydra my parents never made me feel good about myself." A shaky breath left your cut lip as you let tears silently slip out. "You're too good for this world Peter. You go out of your way for the little guy. You made me realize no matter how many people kick you in the jaw, even if it's one person or just yourself that wants you to keep going, you get the hell back up. I am that now for you. Please wake up. Please. Just don't be dead. Please." You were crying waterfalls at that point that any words you tried to make came out shaky.

"You are my sunshine 

My only sunshine 

You make me ha... ha-ppy

When skies are gray

You'll never know dear

How much I love you 

Please don't take

God please don't take 

My sunshine away."

A week he was asleep. A week too long. His body was healing fine and fast. His brain just needs to realize he's ok and wake up. May visited a lot and talked to you. She felt like another mother to you. In fact, all the women you met through the Avengers were your mother. Well, Shuri was a little older than you, so she's your older sister.  You refused to eat and got ticked off at anyone who tried to get you to. Of course you couldn't die, but starving was slow and it hurt. Eventually, Wanda had to put you in a dreamlike trans in order for them to put an IV in you. You couldn't leave Peter, you couldn't.

One morning you woke up from the side of Peter's bed and saw his eyes open and him sitting up. 

"You okay?" 

"Yeah. I woke up in the night and the nurse brought me water and said you haven't left me since I got here." His hand went up and whipped away a tear that you didn't realize was falling.

"You got me there Parker. Don't ever scare me like that again. I thought I'd lost you."

"I won't and you can't get rid of me that easily." He kissed your forehead as you kept smiling through the tears. "Now we better eat before we get suffocated in Aunt May and Mr. Star's hugs." 

"Agreed."

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The Enchanted Forest (3 Weeks Before The Wedding)

The 25th birthday for the princes of King George’s kingdom was a much-anticipated affair. Everyone knew that these were the nuptials that would save them from poverty. For some reason, their crops had not been prosperous, they had struggled with business connections. James had gone on a mission with his then-girlfriend, Jack, to steal from the giants that lumbered above them but that only went so far. George had searched far and wide, finally making a deal with Rumpelstiltskin to find brides for his sons that would save his subjects (along with himself, most importantly) from starving.

 For his youngest of the twins, there was probably the most important. King Midas had only one child, a daughter named Abigail. She was fair with blonde hair and her nose stuck up so far. James knew from a mile away that she was not David’s type, not in the slightest, but it wasn’t as if they had much of a choice. What George said, went. They were to marry these women, if they knew what was good for them.

 As for James, he was told that he was arranged to marry King Maurice’s sole heir as well. It made sense now to the prince why both kings had chosen to make this merger, they would never have sons to become kings themselves. In the sexist patriarchy, they would exchange their daughter’s hands and some money, for promise of a male ruler down the line. James could practically see his mother shaking his head.

 The twins stood in the meeting hall in the weeks leading up to their birthday/wedding. They had been instructed to wear their finest suits, having been scrubbed clean by the handmaidens. To tell them apart, David’s suit was red, while James’ was black. Their crowns were nestled atop their head. While they had seen Abigail at several balls before, this would be their first-time meeting Belle as her castle was a bit further away.

 The door opened and George walked in, his stern look on. That immediately got James smirking a bit. David nudged him, but he simply ignored him.

 “The princesses and their fathers will be here in a few minutes,” George said. “You are to address the kings as “your majesty” and bow.”

“We’ve gone through this whole song and dance since we were 5, Father,” James butted in.

George turned to him. “You’ll keep your smart mouth in check, do you understand me?”

“What about my dumb mouth?”

His father marched up to him, grabbing hold of his collar. James remained calm. He wouldn’t punch him, not now, with guests due to arrive at any moment. “You think this is how your mother would want you to behave?”

 That got the smirk to leave James’ face. He swallowed, quickly and pulled away from his father, pushing down the wrinkles. His eyes cascaded to the floor, staring intently at the green and white pattern that was there. George shook his head.

“That’s what I thought.” There was a knock at the door. “Yes?”

It opened and one of the butlers appeared. “Your majesty, King Midas, King Maurice and their daughters have arrived. They’re waiting for you all in the dining room.”

“Very well, we’ll be right there.” The butler nodded before leaving. “Best behavior, got it?”

 David and James nodded, before following their father down to the dining room. Sure enough, the two kings stood front and center. Midas was a tall man with curly blonde hair, who wore one of his magnificent robes as always. The silver gloves that blocked his hands from causing any damage were on as well. Beside him was the shorter and portlier Maurice. The crown atop his head barely hid the balding (though still more hair than George) and he wore less colorful clothes than Midas, a permanent scowl on his face as well. David and James bowed as they had been instructed.

 “Maurice, Midas,” George said, “These are my sons, David and James. David is in the red, James is in the black.”

“I remember them well, they’re all grownup now,” Midas said, a smile on his face. He stepped to the side, gesturing so his daughter would step forward. “I believe you two will remember my daughter, Abigail. Abigail, sweetheart, David is going to be your husband.”

 David gave his fiancé a polite smile, but Abigail didn’t do anything in return. Her honey blonde hair was piled on the top of her head in a bun, her arms crossed over her powder blue dress. She looked David up and down, the scowl not leaving her face.

 “I suppose he’ll do.”

 It took all James had not to roll his eyes at her. Any woman would be lucky to have David. Sure, he was annoying and he could have a bit of a hero complex, but he was more than just one to settle for. No one signed up for it either, and he was being cordial. Abigail had a permanent stick up her butt, it would seem.

 Maurice cleared his throat. “This is my daughter, Belle.”

 A young woman about the same height as the king took a step forward. She had long chestnut curls and big blue eyes. A yellow ballgown had been selected for her that evening and it complimented her quite well. Unlike Abigail, she had a smile on her face. She extended her hand.

 “Charmed.”

James blinked a few times before kissing it as he had been taught in his years of etiquette class. “Yes, very nice to meet you. I am James.”

“I figured that,” she said with a giggle.

 James smiled, watching Belle as the kings spoke. She was quiet, her hands folded neatly in her lap. It was clear she had the same training that he had, not that it was any surprise. For a minute, he worried that she might be too much of a delicate princess. When her father gave her a pointed look for reaching for a second roll at dinner, however, and she secretly rolled her eyes, he knew that she had a bit of sass in there as well.

 After dessert, George stood up, leading the crowd to the stairs. “Farrah and Natalie will lead Maurice and Midas to their rooms. David and James, you shall do the same with Abigail and Belle, they’re the ones at the opposite sides of your wings.”

“You mean we won’t be sharing rooms right off the bat?” James asked, with a faux pout.

George gave him a look before regaining composure. “You know the rules James, not until your wedding night. Now, go on.”

 James had to stifle a laugh. His father knew he was not a virgin by any means, but he’d plays along. Taking Belle by the hand, he lead her up the stairs to his wing, while David did the same with Abigail to his own. He opened the door, lighting a candle for her so she could see around. The maids had already unloaded her luggage, so she would be all set for her stay until the wedding. James couldn’t help but notice there was still a trunk left to unpack.

 “I’ll go have Farrah get that one for you,” he said.

Belle shook her head. “Don’t worry, I told them to leave it be. It’s my books.”

James sized up the rather large trunk. “All of those are yours?”

“Yes.”

“You are aware that we’ll be moving into the summer palace after the wedding, right? They can move your collection there, after.”

“Oh, those aren’t all of my books, just what I’ll need for my stay.”

James’ did all he could to keep his mouth from dropping open. “Oh…well…tomorrow, I’ll take you to my library. You can keep your books with mine, and you’re more than welcome to borrow any you’d like as well.”

“Your library?”

“What, because I’m a prince you think I’m stupid?”

“No…I just…I’ve heard rumors…I…”

James shook his head. “Goodnight, Belle. Sweet dreams.” He shut the door and headed back to his room, thinking up a list of books to recommend to her.

[duraxxor]

The Dreamscar Part IV

[[ Warning: This entry contains graphic violence and imagery as well as language. You’ve been warned. ]]

Now you know your name has been echoed through many possibilities, Dura. And those are not the only occurrences either. There are many other worlds out there. But that's not what this is about is it? No. This is about the thread you exist upon. Like helpless prey you are entangled within the web of an arachnid. Azeroth has not never been kind or merciful to you though, has it? Never. Her bite is necrotic and you find yourself drained one death after another. Thrice-damned indeed. 

Not everything became hell because of the world around you. In fact, you've made quite a few interesting choices as of late. Isolation is such a common trait within your bleeding heart, is it not? Oh yes, I have tasted your bittersweet wine on many occasion. It seems to only get better with age, as it should. Your friends and family have always been in question, even when you thought you possessed the will to trust. Alliances are forged under circumstance and self-benefit. The Alliance. The Horde. The Scourge. Even now, those you hold dear claw at your flesh only to tear it from the bone, like ravenous vultures. There's only so much one can lose before they become nothing more than bone and eventually dust. 

Does that pull upon the sewing thread within your head? Then perhapssss… it is time we've properly introduced in a different reality...

The chittering of the nightly wings was the first thing that fell upon his ears after the familiar voice went dead silent. The scent of blood inhaled through his nostrils as sight returned to his right eye. His left, however, possessed next to no sight at all. But before the undead elf could take notice to that amongst other things, his senses were ensnared by crimson environment in more ways than one. The earth beneath him appeared tainted by some form of decay while the grass that protruded spoke otherwise. The skies reflected in comparison with a brighter tone of scarlet that was only altered by the haze of what appeared to be smoky mist. The confirmation of the chittering was given as the bat children fluttered by this strange platform he found himself upon. " Platform? " He thought to himself. Indeed, he was upon what appeared to be one of many floating landmasses. It was at that moment that he realized he was truly ensnared with a strange sensation to follow. Why couldn't he see out of his left eye? Why couldn't he feel even a needle-like sensation that occasionally irritated his left arm? 

" Because those are the shards of your flesh that were picked from the bone... " A young sounding voice replied to his silent question. That voice was different from the narration he had grown accustomed to yet once more it possessed the same familiarity. " … Your eye was burned out then snuffed by the void... while your arm was torn completely from you twice, the second being a false limb, of course. " It was when the youth revealed himself from the crimson dark that Dura would realize just who this entity was. White hair that protruded in a mess with the gleam of red that reflected off the world around them. The entity appeared truly young judging from height and the build that reflected the growth. He was male and wore torn clothing while also clutching something that set Dura's mind a spiral. 

" That dagger... " He quietly spoke as the object in the boy's hand was stained with the blood of old, curving only slightly due to it's purpose being to skin wild game. " …Where did you get it? "

The child may have appeared elven but the twin jewels of blood spoke otherwise. A faint smile curled upon his face from the humor within the question. " You already know the answer to that... It's the only thing we ever had left of father. For all the rage we for him leaving mother and us just like that, don't you look back and think that sullying it with blood was the perfect use for it? Blood of a murderer sacrificed to guide our fortuitous path. " The boy presented it in the direction of the missing limb.

" How are you... " His eye looked towards the same direction and realized what was missing was actually unraveled into a crimson silk that bound him to a crystalline formation. This set Dura in a state of alert, earning the false child a few choice words. " What in the hells is this? Who the bloody fuck are you? Get me down from this bullshit! " He snarled with a viciousness that only distorted his half face worse. 

" Oh my... didn't mother teach you not to speak in such a tongue around children? " The child chuckled while playfully twirling the dagger around his fingertips, an old habit that only confused Dura even more. " I'm you, silly. And you are me... " The boyish form began to twist and turn, crimson flames erupted from his form as if the youth had spontaneously combusted. The laughter never abated but rather, it deepened in tone. The billowing flame increased in height and volume before twirling into a tempest of hellish properties with the cacophonous chatter of bat children thrown into the mixture. The flames and avian creatures quickly dispersed, showing that the tattered clothing had transformed into a black coat. It shrouded the majority of the beings form aside from the arms and head. Ghostly threads that were stained by blood cascaded down from the top of the beings scalp that was slowly lifting in return to look back at the damaged man. " ... Or at least, I am what you could become if you would just listen carefully. " While the pitch of the voice perfectly matched his, there was confidence and allure that burst forth from every single word that could reel many in easily. 

" What in the bloody fuck... " Dura replied to this strange doppelganger who seemed in far better shape than ever had. "... You're me? You don't look torn all to hell and you most certainly aren't glued to a damnable crystal. Why the hell am I here? I am suppose to be in my slumber. " Duraxxor's tone may have been quite irritable but he was reluctant to cooperate and listen at the very least. 

" As I said before, I am you yet I am not you. " Clawed nails tapped the old artifact of butchery before he turned it backwards, using it as a nail file. " Of course I'm not torn or whatever you think you should be. Because I found a way around all of that. As for why you are infused with that crystal like that, well.... " The doppelganger's eyes illuminated with a sinister glow before the man moved for only a split second to be within Dura's face so that he may speak to him closely. The smile was fiendish as ever and possessed many sharp teeth much like the other. However, there was something truly destructive about that stare of his that even brought the half Faceless to be at unease. "... You're here so I can fix you. To put you on the right path. " That relic of a dagger was brought to graze across the cheek of the ensnared Daevara as he spoke with such malevolence. 

" Right path you say. Pffft. Give me a break. " The sleeper replied with a broken crescent forming upon his face. " Let me guess, the truth is you are some creature from the void or some other damnation here to take over my body? Or perhaps you are the Sorceress' test? I mean really... how can you truly be what I could be? What makes you any better than what I already am? " 

Dura suddenly found himself cut off by this abnormal twin's fingertips silencing his lips with a idle shush. " No void. No tests. No demons. There is only blood and shadows here. As for your late inquiry, well... " The fiend pulled his fingers away to tap along his own petals of flesh in thought before continuing his answers. " I am you once you have become enlightened. Unchained by the previous burdens and instead possess the ability to eradicate that which has taken from you. The Beast. Lindeara. They will all be consumed... " The final word was uttered in a hellish accent that rumbled with a terrifying melody. " All you need to do issss… let me take over. " 

" Let you take over? But then how exactly would it be me who destroys them if you are the one taking control, huh? " Dura retaliated with a stilling fact. How exactly could this entity of similarities not understand that Duraxxor Daevara does not allow anyone to take his glory away from him without proper reasoning. Perhaps this being was lying to him after all? The bindings suddenly released him from the crystal, leaving the broken puzzle to tumble into the soil below with a rough landing.

" I had a feeling you would reject the idea of even yourself controlling your husk like a puppet. I'll give you that much, you are just as precise as ever. " His arms began move in circular motions, weaving the very air around him to precipitate a flow of crimson liquid to form into a globe that was continuing to twist and turn into something less spherical. " Since you won't cooperate, I guess that leaves the sheer force option, doesn't it? But don't worry... you won't remember anything I have shown you. " 

Duraxxor attempted to pull himself from the ground, growling with wrathful intent in the precise. The torn fabric of his left arms slowly began to dribble with the same crimson substance as the bloodied mist. His eye stared at that conjured ability as it took the shape of a spike of crystalline properties. " You intend to kill me?! What the bloody fuck! " The broken monster hurled himself towards the demon that was attempting such a forceful possession of his mind and likely his body. 

" It is the only way for you to evolve and continue... make this easier on us both! " Once more the final word billowed, shaking the levitating earth they stood upon. With being said, the scarlet spike was launched as swift as a bullet, landing it's mark directly into the monster's chest dead center. Duraxxor had been impaled all the way through, causing the angered creature to drop onto his knees and hold at the very cavity that had been invaded by such a deadly fast attack. " Ssssshhhhh… just give up and let yourself go... " The doppelganger requested this to ease the creature that was said to fade because of this. 

Slowly, Duraxxor's movements began to cease as the substance that protruded both sides of his body began to mingle and infuse with his flesh. Vibrant hues of red seeped into his blackened veins as he truly felt a sensation much like when the Sorceress had brought him back a third time. Was this it? Was this the end of the original Duraxxor? Not even the Sorceress could stop this so how could he? Could he? 

The winner of this short trade of words and actions stepped forward to completely claim his prize, reaching forth and placing a hand upon the scalp of his previous monstrosity. " This chapter has ended for you... a new book will be wrote in your imagery, Duraxxor. " The hand brushed along the skull of this individual much like a parent did to ease a child who was the in the need of comfort. Something that both appeared to be familiar with. It was the least this strange double could give due to the circumstances of their meeting and their farewell. " … A fatal mistake... even for you... " The words were whispered into the wind which caught the ears of the being, bringing a surprised expression to his sharp features. " What?! " 

But the double was too late as he felt the entire right half of his body was being ripped into by something unfamiliar. The seeping wound from Duraxxor's left shoulder now possessed what appeared to be a pair of twisted jaws which possessed many gnarling teeth that were closed completely around this individual with only one intent in mind. " You expect me to kill myself... when have you ever known me to do such a thing?! " The ragged breath shifted into the voice of a ravenous beast. The jaws pulled the second Dura further and further into his maw. The lips of the original twisted forth into a shark-like set that lunged forth to vice grip the other's neck, tearing into him bit by bit. 

The doppelganger posed no fight for freedom. In fact, he openly welcomed the consumption of his own flesh. Happily, he rejoiced as the outcome had turned into quite the opposite of what was presented on the table. " ... That's the way... My flesh I give to you to... mend and empower... consume me and become who you are... truly meant to... " The final words fell flat once the snarling jaws completely consumed the other, leaving nothing more than a puddle of gore to stain the earth below.

Duraxxor had become the true victor of this endeavor. In doing so, his being had metamorphosed into something far more vicious in nature. The hungering limb slowly shrunk down and reformed into a hand that oozed and dribbled with the mixed essences that gave the claws a filmed imagery. The other half of his face slowly began to regenerate from the devouring he had commenced. And soon after, the animal roared to the bloodstained heavens a battle cry that shook his entirety. So much so that even in the waking world the bellowing noise shook the room that surrounded his steel coffin. Then there was silence. Perhaps there was nothing to it at all but a sleepless noise in reaction to the dreaming state he had placed himself in? 

Pow! . . . Pow! . . . POW!

The coffin's lid was launched into the air, crashing into the ceiling with a descent onto the metal floor, dented completely outward by the blows provided. A tangled mess of ghostly locks rose from within the vampiric bed that flowed with a sinister fog that veiled the floor around him. Both arms grasped the edges of the steel lining with the tapping of several sharp digits which had grown. To which, the next sound to be heard was the sudden opening of a door that crashed into the wall. Seven geists leapt into the room to surround the perimeter while a crimson haired woman in a dress sashayed into the room with haste. " Master! You have awakened! " Her voice spoke of the relief she felt knowing it was only he who had risen rather than someone to disturb his sleep. The geists spoke with muffled tones and raised their hands in rejoice that the Faceless had indeed returned to the waking world. 

" Tiramina… " The name was spoke with that jovial allure he possessed when he was in a good mood, pausing only briefly to allow her to acknowledge she was being addressed. " … How long have I been asleep? " He didn't even need to look at her as she knew he was seeing with sight. 

" Seven months, twenty-two days, twelve hours, thirty-six minutes, and seven seconds. " She answered such with complete accuracy. She had been keeping track of every single moment since he laid within the metallic enclosure. " Did anyone beckon or summon me in my absence? " Duraxxor inquired in an attempt to double check his options as the his half-nude form rose even further to reveal his chiseled shoulder blades which were revealed to possessed a emanating rune formation upon his back. It was as if the white snow that cascaded down his back was parted much like the seas of ancient legends. " None, Master. No one dared to intrude on your sanctum and all has been accounted for. " Her answer was not only satisfying but was also met with a optimistic expression. 

" Gooooood… Then everything will proceed. Phase two of Myotis will commence. But first... I have some work to do... " Slowly he turned to face his loyal servant with most glorious of expressions. A smile that trumped all the happiness he had ever shown to the world. And this joy was also rewarded with the orchestra of laughter that echoed throughout the sanctum and eventually outside of the cavernous home. Lord Duraxxor Daevara had awakened, arisen, and was now renewed. 

[ tags for mentions: @sanguinesorceress and @horridpoppet ]

[sweetnestor]

this is not a dream #1 | no, something seems wrong

the real reason ethan was taken under the teamiplier wing | teamiplier/ego au

WARNINGS: suicide, murder, blood, self harm, drug abuse, alcoholism, sex addiction

AN: hey hi hello does anyone remember the one fic i posted in october, previously known as ‘entirely bonkers?’ yeah, well i rewrote it and now it’s this!! ive taken much more time with this fic and given it the attention it deserves, so pretty much all the chapters may be dramatically different from the original version. each chapter title is a line from a different song, which will be listed in the tags.

i have to warn you, this fic is very dark and very graphic. read at your own risk. but also enjoy!!

~October 2016

This was good news. Great news. The best news. This was going to change everything. This was the opportunity of a lifetime. Maybe that’s why Ethan couldn’t stop crying, losing it, unhinging for the thousandth time.

It had been on and off for the last few weeks, the tears. He didn’t know why, but it felt like every little thing made him burst. Not only did Ethan cry, but he also yelled and screamed. Most of all, he would break whatever was in sight. He’ll throw things, punch, kick… He’ll go out in the middle of the night and take a bat to an unsuspecting mailbox. He was usually aware when he did these things, meaning it wasn’t technically a blind rage that sent him into these episodes. He’s gone through several mugs, a few controllers, and he even had to buy a new camera one time. All because of these tears and weird destructive urges he couldn’t control.

He wanted to throw his phone just after this call. It was a good call, though. It was life changing. But he had to force himself to calmly set the device down on his desk and move away from it. Ethan got to his feet, sniffling and sobbing, and then he tore off some of the foam padding on the wall. Did it matter? No, he was moving at the end of the month. He could destroy a few more things.

Foam pads were strewn across the floor by the time he was done. But Ethan still felt… destructive. No, worse. He knew what he wanted to do. He just had the slightest worry that it would actually work this time. But he had to do it.

Blood was pounding in his ears as he pulled on his sweater and beanie. Before he knew it, he was in the car, driving to the location he had been to plenty of times before. He parked some distance away and walked the rest of the way.

In all honesty, he had no idea what led him to this the first time. It was like this feeling in chest and gut, like an impulse. Once it fell into his head, he had to do it immediately. There was no going back. Crying was one of those things he felt like he had to do. This, however… this was a lot darker.

A few cars passed as Ethan approached the bridge. None of them stopped. None of them ever did. He couldn’t help but appreciate that. He didn’t know what would happen if this got back to his family. He had quite a bit to lose, but he still boosted himself up on the railing. This was really stupid, he thought to himself as he looked down at the drop he’d seen many times before.

“Something’s wrong,” he spoke to himself before leaping off.

The cold, bitter air hitting his face was the most painful part, as strange as that was to admit. But what if it actually worked this time? He didn’t even say goodbye to his dad as he left the house. He’d never get to experience that job in Los Angeles. He’d never interact with his online community again. Would this be the one to do it?

“Nope,” Ethan mumbled once he was face down on the ground. Dirt was in his mouth, and his face was numb from the cold. He sat up and coughed, both relieved and disturbed that he didn’t die. Again.

Ethan sat back and brought his knees to his chest, shivering. Was it going to be like this once he moves? Would he be able to control it?

~

“He can’t help us, he’s a kid!” roared the booming voice of Darkiplier. It echoed around the spacious, black room, enough to make any mortal’s blood run cold.

“We need all the help we can get,” replied the soft and frighteningly serene voice of Peevils, who was sat on top of the desk across the room. “Besides, the younger they are, the more powerful they can be.”

Her pitch black eyes gazed down at the stoic mortal sat in the armchair. He was sat up straight, on the edge of his seat. His usual brown eyes had rolled back into his skull and his mouth was gaping open. Dark was was “stood” by the body, his suit clad form flickering with distortion. He was always in black and white, but a blue and red aura was always around him. The biggest thing that fascinated Peevils was that this man, her supposed lover, was impossible to touch. Well that, and she could hear him in her mind and he could speak to her personally, even when their mortals were present.

Peevils, on the other hand, was from a whole other galaxy. She couldn’t quite remember how she got to Earth, much less how she got in contact with her mortal. All she knew was that her mortal was very willing and complicit. Peevils had cool powers too, but she seldom used them on this planet. Her aura often mixed with the mortal’s, making it a weird greyish yellow.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have let your mortal make that decision,” spoke Stoneface in his deep, intimidating voice. No one knew where he came from, or what his true powers were, aside from killing people after intimate affairs. He had much paler skin compared to his mortal, and his eyes were greyer than concrete, while his aura was black. You couldn’t look into his eyes without feeling paralyzed to the spot.

Everything surrounding the trio was dark and dim. The atmosphere was that of another realm. No human would be able to stand with them for very long. No human, except one.

“The mortal needed him for his own desires, not ours,” Dark growled. “And he was coping at the time, so I couldn’t intervene. But… I felt something. It was like a whisper.”

“So we just wait til the boy arrives,” Peevils concluded. “I feel it won’t be a waste.”

“You feel a lot of things,” Stoneface said back.

Her face fell. She stared ahead wordlessly, and imagined what she wanted to happen, and then it was real.

Stoneface immediately started gasping for air, his relaxed composure turning into nothing but pain and panic. His body began to rise up from the couch and it contorted into unnatural folds.

“Mercy! Mercy!” he strained out just before his bones could snap.

Peevils lifted, a ghost of a smile on her face.

Then, the room lightened up. The walls went back to white as the door to the office opened, and the trio were back in the human world, thanks to the one human they all knew.

Kathryn walked in, carrying a brown paper bag. A tall, dark haired, skimpy dressed woman followed behind her, looking curiously around the room. Peevils quickly looked down, knowing her eyes were prone to cause panic, and Dark was nowhere to be seen. The human led the other human over to Stoneface, whose eyes suddenly went back to a humanistic hazel.

“Hi, I’m Tyler,” he greeted, and the woman smiled in returned. He offered his arm. “If you’ll follow me…” And the two were off into another room.

Then, Kathryn turned towards Peevils, but instead was met face to face with Dark, who did not look happy.

“We were having a meeting!” he snapped, trying to look threatening.

She rolled her eyes and moved her arm forward, making the image fade away. After that, she reached into the paper bag and pulled out a plastic ziplock bag that was contained with white powder. Kathryn waved it in the direction of Peevils.

The blonde’s eyes flickered once. Kathryn had her attention now, so she slowly bent down towards the coffee table, opened up the bag and poured out some of the contents onto the glass surface. In the blink of an eye, the alien was sat on the floor in front of the table, using an old business card to make her series of lines. She hunched over the table as she snorted to her heart’s content, and when she looked up, her eyes were not black, but brown and humanlike.

“Alright, Amy’s back,” Kathryn said in affirmation. Then she turned to her boss.

He still had that horrifying expression on his face, but at least the body wasn’t moved. The last thing Kathryn wanted to do today was to pry Dark and his mortal away from something illegal or fatal… not that he could die, anyway.

“Don’t you dare…” the hallucination spoke, appearing behind the armchair.

She didn’t even hesitate to straight up bitch slap the body across the face. The last aura was finally gone, and the body had, for lack of a better phrase, come back to life. He swore in pain and held his cheek.

“Mark?”

“Yeah, what the fuck?”

Kathryn nodded once and pulled the last item from the paper bag. A bottle of Jack Daniel’s. She shoved it into Mark’s hand and then crumpled up the bag, tossing it in the bin.

Mark just sat there for a moment, still coming back to himself. He felt that internal twitch, though, so he twisted the cap off the glass bottle and took a swig. Then he moved to the floor, next to his girlfriend, who was now baked like a fucking cake. Just another day in the office.

Now, Kathryn was able to get back to her actual work. She sat at one of the computers, but then paused as she thought of the newcomer they were expecting. Poor kid had no idea what he was walking into.

~November 2016

The team noticed something about their newest member. It wasn’t what was on the inside, no. Not the reason why they brought him over here.

Ethan was happy. Giddy. Very doe eyed. Upon arriving to the office on the first day, he thanked Mark many times for the opportunity. He was just… not what you would expect from someone like him. He almost seemed normal.

See, when you’re like Mark, Amy, and Tyler, you get this feeling, an instinct, even. They could sense each other’s demons, even when they were dormant. Amy and Tyler feel Darkiplier’s jitters when their Mark got rubbed the wrong way. That was probably because Peevils and Stoneface were so connected to Dark, and by extension, their mortals. They could all sense each other inside and out. In their logical, human eyes, the feeling of the three demons scheming in the background was seen as “impending doom.” The only human able to see past that was Kathryn, and none of them knew why.

But Ethan? He seemed like any ordinary human, and that was just weird. There was almost no impending doom vibes coming from him as the days went on. This wasn’t what they had been expecting.

“So…” Mark prompted one day, “how’ve you been? Y’know… since the move?”

“Fine,” Ethan mindlessly responded. He was on the computer, doing exactly what he was hired for.

The other four exchanged looks. Apart from Kathryn, they were experiencing withdrawals from their… coping. The plan was to get the other guys to meet Ethan’s other guy… just to see what would happen. The latter was proving to be difficult, given that there was no instinct or any indication that his bodily occupant wanted to come out, or that it was even there. Did that guy even have a name?

“You’re f-fine?” Amy repeated irritably, her voice shaking. “Y-You dropped everything, moved all the way here, and you’re just fine?”

Now Ethan caught onto the tension. He turned in his chair, only to feel deeply intimidated by the staring. Something was off, and it wasn’t just the stupid crying fit growing in his chest and throat.

“I’m just glad I’m here,” he said, but it didn’t feel like the right answer.

“What’s wrong with you?” Tyler blurted out.

“What?”

“Jesus fucking christ,” Kathryn sighed in annoyance as she buried her face in her hands.

“God, I’m sorry,” Tyler quickly said. “I didn’t mean that, fuck. I’m an asshole, I’m sorry.”

Mark could feel it, though. A cold chill went down his spine,  telling him that he was right to bring Ethan in. He felt a tightness in his throat, this feeling of dread sitting heavy on his shoulders. He hadn’t felt this with the other two, this had to be Ethan.

“You don’t miss what you left behind?” Mark asked as he got up from the couch, putting on a hard face. “I mean… you sacrificed your whole life for this, didn’t you?”

The dread only grew. Ethan shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“Yeah, but I made that decision,” he timidly replied.

“Like the grown up you think you are?” Amy mocked.

It was there, right there. The four nearly gasped as Ethan’s eyes flickered to black once. But the boy quickly shook himself and stood up.

“I’ll be right back.”

The surge of emotions lifted as soon as he left the room. But then, the walls went black, and the three auras appeared. Meanwhile, Kathryn let out another annoyed groan.

Mark’s body froze where he stood, and his head fell back as Dark made his appearance. Tyler’s body paled, eyes turning grey. Amy appeared sat on top of the coffee table with her legs crossed, eyes black and empty.

“Hey doesn’t even know what he is!” Dark shouted, his image flickering angrily around the room.

“Of course not, he’s a kid,” Peevils shot back coolly. “And you’re not the one who asked him to come here. Why are you concerned now?”

Dark appeared in front of her, his face inches from hers. “I felt it! There is something there, but the boy isn’t letting him through! He’s powerful, and I am powerful. That’s why I could feel him!”

“Don’t make me slap your mortal,” Peevils threatened as she waved her hand through him.

“So what do we do?” Stoneface asked, getting the couple back on track. “Do we let the mortals handle it?”

“Provoking him did help a little bit,” Peevils pointed out.

“Yes,” Dark agreed. “They have to push him past his limits. Whatever it takes. If they have to destroy whatever humanity he has left in him, then so be it. He has to be disturbed, humiliated. Anything to get to what’s truly lying within.”

“So you guys are going to go silent, then?” Kathryn asked.

“It’s the only option,” Peevils confirmed.

That prompted the human to quickly flee the office. She had to make a big order.

~

Ethan managed to find a corner store down the road. The blind rage he went through caused him to break more things, and his knuckles were bleeding yet again. He also debated jumping off one of the high buildings, but this city was far too busy for anyone to not notice. Instead, he found another solution. He was sure his ‘friends/colleagues’ wouldn’t miss him for a few more minutes. Or at all.

Tear tracks were on his face as he went through the aisles. Look at him, a grown 20 year old, unable to control his crying. How did he get like this? He was never this emotional about anything! Sure, the group had ganged up on him, but things like that weren’t likely to make him burst into tears.

He calmed down some more when he found rubbing alcohol and bandages. However, there was only one box left of the latter, and it was pink and flowery. Reluctantly, he took the box and went into the next aisle. There were painkillers, vitamins, and sleep aids. For a second, a flash of lacing his friends’ drinks with pills went through his mind. It was short, but vivid. One by one, passing out around him.

He chuckled and kept walking. “Yeah right…” Then, he stopped in his tracks, went back and grabbed the biggest bottle of sleeping pills he could find.

After paying for his items (and getting some weird looks from the cashier), Ethan settled for sitting under the awning outside the store. He didn’t feel like going back to the office just yet, despite the fact that it was already getting dark. As he tended to his hand injury, he tried to forget all that he damaged. Several cars parked on the side of the road now had cracked windshields, and a few more mailboxes were wrecked. He could only hope that there weren’t any witnesses. He had only been in LA for about a week, he couldn’t get arrested now.

“Hey darlin’,” greeted a sickly sweet female voice.

He turned to find a red headed woman perching down next to him. She was wearing a rather revealing top under a fur coat along with a really short skirt. It rode up as she crouched down, making Ethan lose his words for a moment.

“H-Hi,” he replied, keeping his eyes on his injured hand.

“Did you get into a fight, honey?” the woman asked.

“Something like that…”

“Strong man, aren’t ya?”

“I wouldn’t say that. I’m putting on Hello Kitty bandaids.”

The woman giggled and moved closer to him. “Strong and cute.”

There was a feeling. Pinning her to the ground, a hand around her neck as the back of her head hitting the concrete. Slamming her head into the ground until she bled to death. Watching her green eyes lose their panic and fade into nothingness. Is it bad that it was nice to think about?

“Marsha!” called a familiar voice.

It was Kathryn. She approached the pair, her hood up and her hands in the pocket. Ethan was relieved to see her.

The redhead got to her feet. “You’re not here to send me to that friend of yours again, are you?”

“Why, do you have other plans?” she asked in return.

“Yes! I found a new friend!” Marsha pointed down at the boy with Hello Kitty bandaids.

Kathryn glanced down at him. “Yeah, not him. Can’t afford to have Tyler beat his ass right now.”

That was both confusing and not reassuring at all. Could Ethan down the whole bottle of pills without either woman noticing?

“Well, I’m not going. I’ll ask Sydney. She knows where to find you guys,” Marsha said in conclusion.

“Awesome. Ethan, get up.”

He didn’t need telling twice. Kathryn gestured for him to follow, and they walked back towards the office together.

“What’d you do?” she asked, nodding towards his hand.

“Don’t ask,” he said with a sigh. Not like he could properly explain it, anyway.

Luckily, she didn’t press the topic. When they approached the building, she stopped in her tracks and pulled a brown paper bag from under her sweater.

“I won’t ask questions,” she told Ethan. “But neither will you.”

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