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askwaterwitch-perbear · 5 years ago

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Monsoon Isle HCS: villager edition

Barbra

Her sweet demeanor should not surprise anyone she’s a sweetie

She used to be much more savage over the years, but she’s mellowing out with old age

She worries everyone who cares about her old sheep bones because she sleeps on a towel

Is the island representative's absolute favorite because she has a soft for the grandma like behaviors. (I don’t care if she’s not old. She might not be I’ll always think of her old)

She acts like a grandma figure to so many of the younger residents

She always has candy on her especially in her purse

She wishes to live the high life because her house is literally her own spa

She still has some sass and foxy for her age her current friends right now is Audie, Rolf, and Muffy, though two of them won’t be around for much longer

Favorite music is the tango

Flora

Wants stardom!!!

She has the fabulous oh! everything is so fabulous girlfriend!!

She doesn’t know how to not be quiet!

She is fast friends with June, Rolf, and newcomer Marina.

She wants to be Lapis’s best friend and knock June and Bob out of the picture

Wants to know everything about everyone so nosey!

Hates that Bob is so lazy and “influencing” her forever bestie to hang out with him

All the cats are sleazy to her and she doesn’t like them very much. They have some nerve showing up and kicking her friends Flip and Phobe out!

Curious about Pearl and wants to be friends but thinks herself below her status

Steven is always sweet to her she might do well to have him for a friend instead.

Bratty attitude and her home full of squid and butterflies!

June

Super soft-spoken and polite teenage cub

She wants Lapis to be her mentor or become like her big sister.

Is semi jealous of Kyanite, because of how close Lapis is with her actual sister, but still likes her. No bad blood.

She loves the sea and the tropical getaway package and was lucky to meet so many nice animals

She likes to receive fish as pets especially tropical fish.

She thinks Flora can be too pushy with no disrespect because she hit it off better with Lapis by being cautious and not so invasive

Wants to know about Peridot! She showed up to her birthday party and gave her a present so she would like to be her friend!

She’s scared to approach Pearl and if she talks to Aquamarine she will get bullied.

Lapis will protect her like she would protect Ky and Bob too

Bob and Punchy act like strong big brothers to June and she’s uber close to Punchy (Hey! How about that? Steven and Lapis’s Favs are friends)

She makes a point to talk to Rolf and Barbra when they are out and about, good grandpa and granny figures.

Rolf

An old friend very loyal companion especially for Kristin he does call her kiddo every single time he sees her

This island is getting a little too wiper snapper young boys for his liking but he stays because Barbra is there and Kristin who gave him a home when he needed it they became a family unit and good friends

Rolf wants to teach the funny boy some respect going around blastin’ his horns and throwing cream pies at people what RUBBISH!

These kiddos don’t know how to make the true honest living!

Has a lawnmower but rarely uses it he’s just going to sit outside and complain

Spends a lot of time in the mountains enjoys to fish but is miffed when he can’t catch any

Close to death and he knows that leaving an impact!

He doesn’t like Lapis’s attitude because she teases him a lot about his gruff deep voice because it sounds like he’s choking on his words smoking six-packs of zigs a day!

He would like to be an uncle figure everyone can look up to but he’s not popular enough

appreciates Steven’s good nature thinks the boy can do no wrong

Bob and Punchy throw fish around his yard

Bob

The newcomer has approached!

Bob will always be best friend with his god-tier friend Punchy

Bob is a little older and looks out for Punchy they’ve already hit it off like brothers

How does he sleep on a block bed?

Is the most easy-going guy just don’t hurt his friends.

Bob closest friends are Punchy and June

He likes to pretend he’s got an ouchie to con some candy off of Barbra

Insanely easy going just don’t touch his sandwich

He can tell he’s hit it off really well with Lapis and will cherish her as a best friend since they are eerily similar in enjoying the simple pleasures of life

Will always have mad respect for Flip to go out into the world and find a new place because Bob can see he got some good property with a beach and a Pool!

Loves to meme

Pisses Flora off on purpose

Is excited for the playground and the campgrounds

Is there when someone needs him even if he’s sarcastic

Punchy

Convinced to move to Monsoon island because of Steven now that is incredible because most cats hate water!

Loves to nap in the sunshine on Lapis’ beach and Pearl’s private beaches

Precious. Must protect!

Will touch all of the gizmos and gadgets and camping gear Peri has just to be sneaky and attempt to be friends

becomes spikey scared boy when Aquamarine is around

He enjoys Kyanite thinks she’s very sweet

He wants to be friends with Pietro he’s SO FUNNY! But Spinel growls at him

Will protect June with his snacks and risking his tail for her

Everyone is a good friend even if Rolf doesn’t like his laid back personality

Flora is a little too judgy for him and it hurts his feelings

Goes for long walks on the beach with Steven and Lapis and sometimes June, Bob, and Biskit

Cutie Pie

Respect!

Biskit

A very good girl yes I said girl (fight me)

Peridot’s favorite VillagerTM (Strong personified Pumpkin vibes)

She doesn’t mind being Peridot’s best friend since the mad scientist smart city human gives her presents and treats her very sweetly

She has a dog house in her backyard because sometimes she’ll lay in it and watch the clouds up above

She is friends with practically everyone except for Muffy, Bluebear, and Flora since they are very judging of her stimmy dog behaviors.

LOVES PERIDOT AND LAPIS!!! Even if they are judged.

She will growl at intruders if they don’t smell right.

A good younger sister and teacher’s pet character

Has picnics with June and Flora begrudgingly when she can

Chases anything that moves including her tail

Enjoys STEVEN, PEARL, AQUA, SPINEL, AND MUCH LOVE FOR LEADER KRISTIN!

Pietro

He somehow got to be the ONLY villager that isn’t beat up by Spinel

Even stranger he respects and genuinely cares for Spinel like the other two strange weirdos who love Spinel and teach her right things.

Us clown acts gotta stick together

Marina tries to get him to consider taking amusement jobs that pay better but he won’t do it

Wants to be besties with Julien, but Spinel doesn’t think he would make the travel with how he got plane sick on the way to her island

Pranks everyone and thinks he’s the hottest stuff in the world

WHERE IS HIS BED? THE WORLD MAY NEVER KNOW!

He is misunderstood and Bob and Punchy know that so they make an effort to dry his tears

We’re not sure if he’s an adult or not???

Not doing so good with Rolf the dude has to loosen up a bit

Walks around spraying people with flowers and Joins Spinel in net fights and slapping villagers with fish learns from Her

“THAT’s a big sister figure you don’t need to be influenced by,” says Steven to him time and time again

Blasts loud Boom Boom ain’t it great to be crazy?!

Very Sad that Weasel is afraid of him wants to be their buddy.

Marina

The mom friendTM

She can tell everyone is goofing around and not working hard so when it happens she tells them they can’t have snacks until they get it done

She adores that Pearl H. is so welcoming to her and will jump in at the chance to live on the island with her and teach her some responsibility

She’s a little uptight, but she’s older than almost everyone except Flora, Barb, and Rolf so it falls on her to make sure things don’t go south.

She adores the Island Rep K. May not be the smartest, but her heart is bigger than anyone’s

June, Bob, Punchy, Bluebear, Flora, Pietro? Protective as hell

Would LOOOVE to visit Cheeri and tell her how everything is

She thinks that the “farm couple” (Peri and Lapis) are little scamps

She loves sunsets, water fights, sweets, togetherness

FAMILY ORIENTED

Bluebear

INSTIGATOR!!!

Young, bratty, little shit

Stirs up drama at any chance she gets

Still teases Pearl by flirting with her partner even though they are MARRIED

Is tired of Muffy and Audie can she leave already so she can take over!

Girl Power!

Has a good heart but still very judgy of others

BFF is Aquamarine, Flora, and occasionally Pearl

Wishes she could get into Julliens friend circle on Typhoon Island, but he has a bestie already but she can easily be replaced teehee.

Misses Rosie a lot and can tell Aqua does too, but they bond over tea and discussing who they think is a screw-up

They laugh at how Flora thinks she’s famous, but since they also wanna be they kinda relate,

She will be nice to June and Biskit but she’s still on the fence about being seen too much with them. Deep down she does care though

She will stir up drama Real fuckin’ fast

WHERE’S MY TICKET ALREADY?!

I”M A LITTLE ANGEL!!!!

I WANT MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stays away from Bob and Punchy and Pietro they’re boys ewwie

believes Bob has cooties and will avoid him but he will scoop her up and throw her into the pool!

Not at the biggest fan of any of the human residents

Omg Freak Biskit!

Gonna own this island she believes

Sunbathes frequently

Bubble Gum K. is her favorite song.

#LOOOOOONG POST #HC #hell horizons #hell horizons hc #My headcanons

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spaceskam · 5 years ago

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The Bullet You Never Saw Coming

Summary: Michael wants to be with Alex, but a giant vampire-shaped barrier is standing in the way.

This is written for @promptsforthestrugglingauthor ‘s friday night fight prompt for 9/13. I changed the prompt up a bit, changed the year and references, but still kept the structure and basic formula. Hope you guys enjoy!

ao3

Michael watched as Alex patiently sat on the couch with his eyes closed.

It seemed that every single time they had a not-so-one-night one-night-stand, Alex would choose to meditate for at least an hour after rather than cuddle. It had become a clear sign that he just didn’t fucking want Michael around. That alone was painful to accept.

“Listen, Alex, if you want me to leave, you could just fucking tell me,” Michael said, shaking his head as he walked further into the living room. Even in their decade apart and Alex had a penchant to never stay the night, he would always cuddle for a little while. The darkness was something they both found comfort in and it was something they could share together. Yet, since he came back, he’d only waited around once.

It would be different if Alex meditated all the time. He didn’t.

“It’s not that I want you to leave,” Alex said slowly, his voice trained and he never opened his eyes, “It’s that I would like you to put more clothes on and not get too close.”

That hurt worse than if Alex would’ve just told him to leave. His stomach clenched and he stood up straight, hoping not to show how badly that blow had hit him. Less than thirty minutes after they’d been in bed and kissing and touching and fucking and Alex wants him to not get too close? To put clothes on? To pretend that what they just did was a mistake and uncomfortable? They were a lot of things but never uncomfortable.

“You…” Michael said, but couldn’t find any words to follow it.

Alex slowly opened his eyes, the only things that seemed to betray that maybe he felt bad for what he was doing. Michael couldn’t even try to hide the hurt on his face. He was shit at that when it came to Alex. Anyone else in the world could tear him apart and he’d smile through it, but not Alex. Alex made it unbearable.

“I don’t think we should be doing this,” Alex said softly. Michael huffed a laugh, but it immediately turned into tears welling up in his eyes as he looked away. He didn’t know why it hurt so much to hear. He knew it was coming. It was always coming.

“Why the hell do you keep coming back, Alex? Honestly, why? You walk away time and time again, but you always come back to me. Do you know how confusing that is? I-I know it’s not because you’re taking advantage of me giving you what you want, it’s been 10 years. The only reason I keep letting you back in is because I love you and you know I love you, so why do it? Why do you keep doing it? Just fucking leave me alone if that’s all this is,” Michael rambled, not even hiding how bad he felt. Alex just stared.

Because of course Alex just stared.

“You know what, don’t fucking call me,” Michael said, grabbing his shirt from the floor and stalking towards the front door. Just as he opened it, Alex finally opened his mouth.

“Michael,” he called, his voice as monotone as humanly possible. And, of course, Michael stopped to hear what he had to say. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, why not, I clearly have nothing better to do than let you drag me around,” Michael said, letting go of the door and turning to face Alex. He did his best to keep his guard up.

“If…” Alex looked down, letting out a slow breath. Michael tried to show that he was annoyed, but he’d be lying if he wasn’t hanging on his every word. “If I hadn’t found out about you, would you have told me?”

Michael’s eyebrows slowly came together as he stared at him. “What’d you mean?”

“That… you’re an alien. Would you have ever told me?” Alex asked, relaxing just a little bit from his straight-spined meditation stance. Michael crossed his arms over his chest, shrugging his shoulders.

“I don’t know. Maybe. Honestly, probably. If you wanted to be with me for real, then I probably would’ve. I trust… trusted you. If we were in a real relationship and I wasn’t terrified that you were going to leave me, then I probably would’ve told you everything,” Michael answered simply. Alex nodded slowly as if that was supposed to mean something. “But you don’t, so what’s the point of asking?”

Alex was silent for a moment and Michael watched him. Then he realized that he didn’t know why he was still there. He had perfectly set up a dramatic exit and Alex had ruined it for something stupid. So, with a sigh, he went to leave again.

“Every time,” Alex started up once more, his voice loud before he cleared his throat and spoke again at a normal volume, “Every time I’m too close to you, I want to bite you and that’s why I don’t like to stay close and why I wish you wore more clothes.”

Michael scoffed, “Are you telling me that you won’t be with me because you’re scared I’m going to reject your kink?” Alex had clearly lost it if he thought that. Besides, they had done a lot weirder stuff than something as normal as biting.

Still, Alex groaned and rubbed the heels of his hands against his eyes. “No, it’s not a kink. I can hear your heartbeat from across the room and the closer I get, the more I hear it. The longer I’m around you, the harder it is not to-to, I don’t know, rip your throat out or something.”

“See, that’s a little weird.”

“I’m a vampire.”

The two of them fell silent as they stared at each other. Michael mulled over the word. His initial reaction was that it sounded like some elaborate excuse to get him to leave, but then he realized people probably would think the same thing whenever he told them he was an alien. Instead, he took a step closer with inquisitive eyes. The scientist part of him was taking over, abandoning the part of him that wanted to tell Alex it didn’t matter and they could be inhuman freaks together.

“A vampire?”

“Yes.”

“Why do you think that?”

“I don’t think, I know.”

“You don’t really act like one. You go out in the sun, your teeth look normal, I’ve seen you eat real food,” Michael listed, tilting his head to the side as he stepped closer and tried to see if anything odd stood out about Alex. He’d been with him for 10 years, he would’ve noticed a major difference in his body or something. But that’s the thing. Alex hadn’t changed much. “Okay, so, give me some details about the past. Something specific, that you could only know if you lived it.” Alex gave him that signature sarcastic look.

“I was only turned in 2016, what do you want from me? A dramatic reading of Work by Rihanna? My intimate feelings on Rogue One? My horrific shame that only a few years after the Twilight craze that I mocked so often, I became fucking Edward Cullen and I’m still terrified of teenage girls?” Despite the sarcasm, Michael’s stomach dropped.

“2016?”

“Yes.”

His fingers fidgeted against his jeans as he stared at Alex who didn’t fucking look different. He looked as beautiful as ever, he looked like his Alex. He didn’t look like a blood-sucking vampire. He definitely didn’t look like someone who became one of those things the same year as the accident that cost him his leg. That was traumatizing and Alex always acted fine. Fine-ish.

“What happened? Did you want to become one? Were you forced? Tell me what happened,” Michael urged, coming closer without even realizing it. Alex looked away from him.

“Why do you care?”

“What do you mean why do I care?” Michael demanded, scoffing as he shook his head, “I love you, Alex, and you’re telling me the reason we can’t be together is because you think you’re going to kill me. Well, news flash, I thought I was gonna kill you for awhile too because of my lack of control when I’m angry, but that hasn’t happened, so I’d like some more answers.”

He watched as Alex took a heavy breath and wondered if it was necessary for him to breathe or if it was just a habit. He wanted to know everything about this situation that didn’t seem real. He wanted to experiment‒though he knew he never would. He didn’t want to be a science experiment and he knew that Alex probably didn’t either.

“It isn’t the same thing, Michael. Your power is a gift that helps you. This… What’s wrong with me is a curse. I don’t deserve your love,” Alex responded. Michael sat on the opposite side of the couch. While his instinct was to protest, he knew that would do nothing other than push Alex away.

“Well, you have my love, so can we talk? Just… just tell me about it,” Michael urged, pulling his shirt over his head to make it easier. Alex was quiet for a moment, staring at the floor as he seemed to try and piece together his thoughts.

“When the explosion happened, a piece of shrapnel pinned me to the ground at my leg. I was bleeding out, I was gonna die,” Alex said simply as if it wasn’t something horrible. Michael didn’t say anything. “One of the locals in the town who survived saw me. I’d seen her before, I’d given her food before and we’d talked a few times. She was an older lady and now that I know what she was, she was probably much older than even that. But she said I was going to die if I didn’t get help immediately. She offered to be that help.”

“Did she tell you what she was going to do? Did she give you a choice?”

“Not really. She didn’t explain, I just was crying and bleeding and I was so scared that I’d die without making things right with you, so I just said she could do whatever to me. I didn’t realize that meant she was going to bite into her fucking arm and feed her blood to me,” Alex said, dry laughter coming from his voice. Michael wanted to move close, but he didn’t.

“Why’d you drink it?”

“Vampire blood is basically irresistible. You can fight it, but as soon as it touches your lips, it’s like you haven’t had water in days and you’ve found a spring,” he explained, shaking his head, “She gave me enough to make it through being found and the surgeries and everything. She showed up the next morning before I got shipped to Germany and asked me if I wanted to take away the pain and fix it. Obviously, I said yes. So she bit me and then gave me more of her blood. Then she fed me a water bottle with human blood which solidified my change. If I hadn’t had any human blood, I would’ve been human again. I… I didn’t get that option,” he laughed, shaking his head. Michael reached out to rub his shoulder, but Alex flinched away.

“I’m sorry that happened to you,” he said as he let his hand fall between them. He tried not to take it to heart that Alex didn’t want to be touched. He was reliving something horrible, it made sense. It wasn’t Michael.

“It’s okay. I mean, I feel like she genuinely thought she was helping me. And her English wasn’t very good, so maybe she did want to explain more to me but couldn’t because I didn’t speak her language either. I don’t know. I just know that now I’m not human. Which is why we can’t be together,” Alex explained.

“Alex,” Michael said softly, “I’m not human either.”

“Close enough! You have blood flowing and a heartbeat and body heat! You smell alive, you taste human. I’m basically a dead body! All I’m destined to do is hurt you!” Alex argued. Michael gulped slightly.

“You haven’t yet, not like that.”

“But I want to.”

“Do you?” he asked, trying to keep calm even though he felt like he was talking to a man who could never be persuaded, “Or do you just think you will and don’t want to risk it?”

“Michael,” Alex said firmly, staring him in the eye to show how serious he was, “When I’m in bed with you and you’re naked and in my hands, all I want is to tear you apart. I want to bite you, I want your blood, I want to taste you. I don’t know how much longer I can control myself.”

“You want to bite me. You don’t want to kill me. You just want to taste me. It’s mixed in your mind, sex and blood,” Michael concluded, though he admittedly felt his heart beating a little faster. He wasn’t scared of Alex, but he seemed so intense. “So bite me. Let’s find out.”

“Michael,” Alex said, his voice breaking as he shook his head, “I can’t control myself. I don’t want to kill you and I don’t want to change you.”

“I won’t drink any of yours and I won’t drink anyone else’s. If you go too far, then I’ll push you off. And, besides, I’m not human, so we don’t even know how that might affect it, it might be something completely different,” Michael said, scooting closer, “Come on, let’s experiment.”

“What is wrong with you?” Alex asked weakly, “Why can’t you just let it go?”

“Because I want to be with you and I will try anything and everything until I’m certain there is no way to be together,” Michael said firmly. Alex breathed slowly, not looking at him. Michael stared and stared until, slowly, fangs became apparent in Alex’s mouth. “I trust you, Alex. Don’t you trust me to make sure you don’t take it to far?”

“We’re not even having sex,” Alex tried limply. Michael chuckled.

“Okay, then do you want to? Or do you want to just cuddle? Do you need to eat first and see if that makes a difference? Tell me what you need,” Michael pressed. Alex gulped, shaking his head slightly.

After a moment of silence, Alex moved closer and put his hand on Michael’s cheek. He was nervous and his heart was thudding, but he wasn’t lying when he said he trusted Alex. On top of that, he just wanted to know.

Alex moved in and pressed a soft kiss on his lips then on the side of his lips and then on his cheek, on his jaw, and landing on his neck. Michael closed his eyes, relaxing completely as Alex kissed at his neck. They laid back slowly with Alex partially on top of him, holding his jaw in place as his tongue dragged over his skin.

Then there was a pinch.

Michael didn’t know what he expected, but he definitely thought it would hurt more than it did. Alex was sucking on the bite mark, kissing and licking all the way. It didn’t feel much different than a normal makeout session; it felt just as soothing as Alex’s kisses.

They stopped before Michael even felt lightheaded or anything and it had him wondering if Alex even drank any at all. The part of his neck where the bite was felt sort of numb, but otherwise it was fine. Alex was cuddled up to him, his forehead against Michael’s jaw.

“You taste different than humans,” he whispered after a moment. Michael snorted a laugh, wrapping his arms tightly around him. He wouldn’t mind doing that again. It didn’t scare him. If anything, it just confirmed that they could do this.

“That wasn’t bad. You controlled yourself,” Michael pointed out.

“I don’t know if I always will be able to,” Alex admitted. Michael shrugged.

“We’ll just make sure you’re always well-fed so you never get to a point where you lose control,” he decided. Alex sighed.

“You really wanna do this?”

“I really do.”

A few moments passed before Alex lifted his head and looked up at him. His lips were stained red and his pupils were dilated as all hell, but he looked beautiful. He always did. And, god, Michael was excited to have him as his own. Human or not.

“Then fine. Let’s do this.”

#fnf #friday night fights #malex #malex fic #roswell new mexico #roswell new mexico fic #rnm #rnm fic #malex au #rnm au #vampire au #michael guerin #alex manes #2.7k #it's not quite night but it's late afternoon and i got excited so here we are

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phantomphangphucker · 6 years ago

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A Ghost! But Not? - DannyMay - Day 13 Accident

Summary: Danny’s “little” accident is much to everyone’s horror, especially his parents.

Warning: injury, hurt/comfort, angst

Danny knows he really shouldn’t be down here but how couldn’t he? Sure all his parents' ghost talk was weird and utterly unbelievable, but a whole nother world? In the wall?

Staring at the finished, but nonfunctional, portal; he feels kind of bad for his parents. They poured their hearts and souls into this and nothing, nada, zip, zilch. They’ve been pretty bummed ever since and Jazz’s barely concealed gloating wasn’t exactly helping. Muttering to himself, “she values being right way too much”.

He kind of wants to snoop around the portal, poke at it maybe. Every Fenton was some kind of scientist, including him. Stars and space were his thing, and really, isn’t another dimension like a whole nother planet? Maybe it could quite literally be another planet just somehow connected to this one?

Tilting his head towards the, honestly over-sized, jumpsuit closet, “this family may be off the walls general safety wise but I’m not about to disregard the one safety measure they actually care about”. Walking over and sticking his head in, and quickly finding his own suit. Which he knows his parents are proud of, even if he’s never really worn it. Unlike Jazz, he didn’t intentionally destroy his personalised one. Blues and oranges just wouldn’t look good on him, and he actually puts others first. Jazz is more of a “do what ever she thinks is right, others wants be damned”, kind of person. He almost wishes she wasn’t right so freaking often though, as he pulls on the suit. Looking himself over in the mirror, instantly groaning, “really dad? That’s honestly kind of creepy”, peeling off his dad’s face as he talks. He doesn’t even really like having famous people’s faces plastered on his body, his own family members face was just plain wrong. Not to mention how dorky it looked.

Stepping back out and a bit eagerly tapping on the portal, the suit felt weird but right. Chuckling a little, “meant for me or whatever bullshit. Surprised I can actually feel textures and what not through the gloves though”. Poking his head inside and looking around, smirking slightly, “this is lame but I so have to do this”. Danny bounds in like he’s a weightless space man, taking the first steps on some new planet. Laughing a little to himself and blushing slightly, when absolutely nothing happens. Expected, but he’s kind of glad no ones around to see his antics. Running his left hand through his hair before going to lean it on the wall. Tilting his head slightly as a green lightning bolt seems to spark at the very back, leaning forwards slightly, “what the-”. Cutting himself off and not even getting the chance to do anything more than go wide-eyed, as green energy zaps and spirals forwards, slamming into him.

Both Maddie and Jack jump, with Jack nearly slamming his head into the ceiling, as they both hear a loud scream. The groceries Maddie’s carrying clattering to the floor, while Jack knocks the living room table over. Both of them only quickly glance at each other before running to the lab door, knowing damn well this was their son’s clearly prolonged scream; and drawn out screams are bad screams.

Maddie’s the first to make it down, whipping her head around, shouting, “DANNY!”, before noticing and snapping her head towards the portal. Going wide-eyed instantly, realising that Danny was nowhere in sight. And the only out of place thing was the toxic green swirling in the portal. Dashing over to it just in time to catch, a barely conscious and clearly glowing, white-haired teenage boy. Jack’s by them in only a second or two as the boy groans and looks to be going to put his hand on Maddie’s arm, likely to stand himself up; but promptly phases straight through her, collapsing to the ground. Jack gapes as Maddie spins around, startled, while the boy rolls over and sits up. Rubbing at his eyes and groaning, “what the?”. Now both of them are gaping but for a whole different reason, instantly recognising the unusual hairstyle and angular facial structure.

All Danny can remember is sharp hellish pain. Like fire and lightning just joined in unholy matrimony inside his flesh and bones. Stumbling backwards he has no clue who the hell caught him or why they dropped him or what the hell that weird tingling was. But at least he’s not hurting anymore, rolling over and rubbing at his eyes because man they felt weird, like poprock candy was fizzing and popping about inside them, “what the?”.

Swinging his hands out and snapping his eyes open as something is very much not right, as he finds himself flipping in mid-air randomly. Yelping, “HOLY SHIT!”. Realising he's freaking floating and are his hands glowing? Getting that tingling feeling again but just in his foot this time, snapping his head down, which somehow rights him; as he watches his mom try to grab onto him not once but twice, phasing straight through his ankle and foot each time. Yanking his foot away and not even bothering to try to cover up his swearing, because if anytime called for swearing this was it, “WHAT THE FUCK!”.

His parents are clearly as startled and freaked out as he is, with his dad opening and closing his mouth like a fish. While his mom actually grabs at his shoulders this time, not going through him and successfully yanking him back to the ground. Her voice comes out like a mixture of startled and worried, “DANNY?!?”, the fact that she says his name more like a question is definitely concerning. Practically whispering at her because he’s honestly kind of scared now, “mom, what-what’s going on?”. Blinking a bunch because again with the weird eye feeling and his parents just gaping at him is not make anything better, “what the h-”, Danny he’s cut off by his legs getting tingly and feeling like he’s sinking. Snapping his head down and yelping, before his dad flat out grabs him by the torso and yanks him up.

Danny puts his hands on his dad’s wrists and is honestly just getting more freaked out by his dad’s confused and verging on scared face, “Danny-boy? Son?”. Danny squints at him, stuttering, “w-why, are you, s-saying that like, like it’s a...question?”.

Jack and Maddie glance from each other to Danny a couple times before Jack slowly puts him down. Both thankful he doesn’t start phasing through the ground again.

Maddie slowly reaches her fingers out and pokes at her son’s white and glowing hair tentatively, pulling away for only a second before gently brushing her hand through his hair. “M-mom? Why are you, are you doing that?”, both of them can hear the pleading and fear in his echoey voice. So like any good mother, Maddie shakes herself off and pushes down her own freaked out state to comfort her child, quickly yanking him into a hug. Stifling a gasp at the cold temperature but becoming teary-eyed as it dawns on her, cold, floating, intangibility, glowing, his eyes were green for peats sake!

Jack had come to that conclusion almost instantly but hadn’t exactly processed it yet, it doesn’t set in really till he goes to squeeze his son’s shoulder comfortingly and to confirm what he’s seeing is real, only for his hand and Maddie to go straight through him.

Jack has to catch Maddie to keep her from falling over as Danny spins around to look at them, clearly freaked out, “did you? Did you just go through me!?”. Maddie wipes at her eyes quickly so Danny won’t see she’s upset, as they both watch him snap his head down to look at himself and pat at his chest. Both of them easily hear him mutter, “wasn’t this white? Why am I glowing? What the hell?”.

Maddie starts talking and reaches out for him as he snaps his head around to the back mirror, “sweetie, I-I don’t think you should-”. Her hand goes through him again and she gets cut off as Danny puts his hands on either side of the mirror before almost aggressively rummaging his hand through his hair, “what happened to my hair!”. Spinning back around to them and pointing at the mirror, “what?!”.

At first, Jack just takes a slow step towards him but as Danny starts floating, thus flailing and freaking out, again, Jack runs over and grabs his hand to keep him from floating around. But for whatever reason, Danny’s gravity-defying is too strong for him to pull his son down this time.

Danny grabs onto his dad’s hand with both of his own, which should have black gloves not white and he would really like some answers right about now. Whispering at his dad, “what’s happening, to me?”. Danny watches as his dad opens and closes his mouth a couple of times before looking back to his mom. Which is also concerning, why is everything concerning and freaky? And why can’t he stop floating?! He always wanted to feel the weightlessness of space but not like this! His dad’s wince as his mom staggers over and Jack’s voice pulls Danny out of his head, “son, little, tight”. Realising he’s kind of clinging on with a death grip, loosening his hands as he weakly mutters, “s-sorry”. Flicking his eyes over to his mom as she grabs at his arm, moving one of his hands over to hold her hand. Which she squeezes as she talks, “sweetie, I, you-”, clearing her throat a little, “I think you’re, you’re a...ghost”. Danny slowly looks between them incredulously, how could he possibly be a ghost? That doesn’t even make any kind of sense? Aren’t ghosts dead? It’s not like he- his eyes go wide as he can tell they’re serious and as a realisation dawns on him. The portal! Slowly dragging his eyes over to look at it, blinking a bit as it’s clearly activated. It turned on or opened up or whatever, with him...inside. Barely whispering, “oh god”. Slowly turning his head back down towards his parents, voice coming out a bit squeaky, “I died?”. Both of them squeeze on his hands harder, which is actually not comforting right now, he was freaking dead! His dad nods a little, “I think so, son”. Holy shit, he was dead, he died, he was...he was a ghost! A freaking ghost!

At that thought, he can’t help but notice his parents jumpsuits and all the stuff in the lab, stuff for ghost hunting. Ghosts, ghosts like...him? But they wouldn’t would they? But what if they could fix him maybe? How do you fix death? Blinking a bunch, “oh my god, I’m dead”. Both his parents cringe a little, but he can tell his mom’s trying to smile reassuringly, her watering eyes exactly don’t help though, “I think, I think going with...ghost, is better. Less, less final”.

Danny doesn’t really get a chance to respond as a weird cold feeling fills his chest and seems to expand out of him. Yelping as he promptly falls on his ass hard and holy shit! Pain! Hissing as he slams and grips his hand onto his arm, curling in on himself, seconds before passing out.

Maddie moves just fast enough to catch Danny before his head hits the floor. Pushing his head back into her left hand as she pulls his torso onto her lap, while pushing his black hair out of his face with her right hand.

Jack’s still holding his son’s hand when both of them see his eyes are closed and he’s not responding. Maddie starts shaking as both of them feverishly check him for a pulse. Jack sits down and leans his forehead against Maddie’s shoulder after finally finding and feeling his son’s pulse. He wheezes a bit in strained and nerve-wracked laughter, but Maddie’s slightly horrified sounding voice stops his wheezing in its tracks, “Jack. It’s slow. It’s too slow”. Jack actually pays attention to his son’s pulse under his thumb again, but it’s not the pulse that catches his attention this time, but how wrong his son’s skin feels and the realisation that he should be touching jumpsuit, not skin. Snapping his head over and nearly crying out, seeing the burnt black skin with angry red branching lines. Cradling his sons’ arm gingerly now, as Maddie looks over and gasps seeing what startled her husband. “Jack, Jack! Go get the medical kit!”, Maddie’s glad Jack can move fast when he needs to and she’s so confused as to how Danny’s pulse doesn’t seem to be getting weaker. Someone’s pulse can’t maintain this slow rate, and he was just a ghost?! She’s sure of it, so how? How does he even have a pulse at all?.

Maddie cradles him and actually hopes he doesn’t wake up yet, as Jack snips off what’s left of the sleeve and cuts the suit down the side, stopping above his waist. Both of them inhale sharply at seeing the red branching burns running across his chest, stopping just under his ribs and before his right shoulder. Jack tries for some positivity, “at least the black burns, burns stop before the shoulder”. Maddie just nods a bit numb, while Jack treats the burns.

They’re both torn between being elated and worried as Danny eventually comes to, hissing and scrunching up his eyes from the pain.

Danny just barely manages to restrain himself from screaming, painfully clenching his teeth together as he hisses and whines a little through his teeth. Yanking his arm and chest away from whatever is touching it, only for it to hurt more. Barely hearing his mom over the pain, “Danny sweetie, you need to stay still. Jack, he’s trying to patch you up, ok sweetie? You just, you just need to stay still”. He knows she’s right, nodding as he gulps and tears up. Feeling her pat comfortingly on his head, as he pushes his forehead into her stomach to try and block everything out some.

He’s just assuming his dad’s doing bandaging based off the pressure on his arm and it’s a struggle to keep from clenching his hand. If he wasn’t in so much pain he’d probably be impressed at his dad being so gentle.

Panting a bit as they move him to lean against a wall, tilting his head back into it and groaning, he’d really like to go back to sleep right about now. Squinting his eyes open as his mom talks, “I’m going to go get some pain medication, ok? Your dad’s right here, ok?”. Danny doesn’t trust himself to open his mouth without screaming, so he squeezes his eyes back shut and nods gingerly.

Feeling his dad pat and grab his boot as he talks, “Danny-boy, do you think you could point out what hurt you?”. Danny’s not sure why he says hurt instead of killed because isn’t killed the right word? And why wasn’t he hurting before? Groaning a bit again because this all makes no sense, but he cracks open his eyes again and nods at his dad. Lifting up the arm that doesn’t feel like it’s being stabbed and cooked alive, and pointing it at the portal.

His dad doesn’t even look all that shocked, horrified yeah but not shocked. Nodding faintly back at him, “you were, inside it. Mads caught you when you fell out. Were you, were you inside it when it turned on?”. Danny nods and weakly draws a swirl in the air. All he really remembers is feeling something on his left push in and make a clicking sound when he leaned on the wall and then there was the sparking and swirling green. Then it was every where suddenly and pain, lots and lots of pain.

Danny feels almost amused at the dirty look his dad gives the portal and it’s probably weird that Danny kind of still likes the thing. Turning his head to watch the green swirling, it’s kind of pretty really and focusing on the humming sound it makes seems to make him feel a bit better.

Turning his head to the stairs as he hears his mom coming back down, instantly mentally pleading for her to hurry up and make the pain go away. He doesn’t even complain when she sticks the pills in his mouth herself and holds the glass to his mouth for him to drink. Which he drinks a bit greedily as he realises just how dry his throat is, with a vague memory of screams tearing up his throat, bubbling to the surface in the process.

Coughing a little, as he finishes the glass off and notices his hand is back in a black glove as he wipes his mouth. Squinting at it before tilting his head down and cringing at the bandaging covering his chest. Then cringing from the pain of bending his torso even slightly. Leaning back against the wall with a sharp hiss. Maddie pats at his uninjured hand, “you’re not a ghost sweetie, somehow. You changed back and you, you have a pulse. It’s slow but it’s there”. Cracking open his eyes again and looking to both of them, Jack nods reassuringly, “you’re not dead, son”. Danny wants to hear his heartbeat or whatever himself, no way he’s going to try checking his pulse. Lifting his hand up, he points at his chest and draws a little heart in the air. “We haven’t checked that yet sweetie, do you want us to now?”.

At Danny’s nod, Maddie gets up and grabs the stethoscope, gingerly placing it over the bandaging. Wincing as Danny winces from the light contact, but knowing they all really needed to confirm his heart was in fact, beating. She can see the pleading in his eyes as she listens, smiling a little as she can clearly hear the beating but, like his pulse, it’s way too slow and there’s something else. Sounding kind of like a deep hum in tune with drumming but inside of a cave. She really has no clue what could be making that sound. It’s too consistent to be his heart and there’s no whooshing for it to be from his lungs. Blinking as she realises that her taking so long is probably worrying her son. Cleaning the ear pieces off before leaning over and putting them in Danny’s ears, “it’s still there, don’t worry”. She doesn’t blame him for tearing up a little at hearing it though, even if the tearing is probably partly from pain. His smile looks a bit strained as he nods a little.

Jack takes that as his turn to listen, wiping it off and listening for himself. Also picking up on the strange reverberating hum, deciding to not mention it as he’s pretty sure his son wouldn’t have realised that’s not normal. Because right now, his son getting better was more important than what’s normal. Besides, normal is an oxymoron for a Fenton. Smiling and nodding at his son quickly before realising that he’s either asleep or passed out, again.

Maddie’s holding up Danny’s head as she turns to him, “I think we should get him into bed now. Think you’re up for carrying him?”. Jack nods and gingerly picks him up, while Maddie positions his head so it doesn’t roll backwards.

As Maddie’s tucking him in bed, Jack looks at her worried, “what do you think that humming was? I’ve never heard anything quite like it Mads. And the ghost but then not a ghost thing? What happened to him Mads?”. Jack knows she’s the smarter of the two and better at thinking on the fly.

But Maddie wishes she knew, shaking her head, “I don’t know Jack. But I think it’s best we don’t mention it to him, at least not till his burns are healed or something”. Jack chuckles hollowly, “this, this is not how I wanted to see my first ghost”. Maddie nods as she slumps down onto the floor, “me neither, me neither”.

End.

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iamvegorott · 6 years ago

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Just Robots

Summary: Experiments since birth, Google and Bing are now reaching their final days in the lab, euthanization just around the corner but the scientist who named them allows them to do free and they two soon meet a strange due of dog and cat

Just Robots

Google sat straight up, ears raised and bright blue, artificial eyes wide and alert. His dark fur was flat at the moment but the ends of it were ready to perk up at a moments notice if he heard anything. He knew he was a labrador, his job was to be strong, brave, aware and, with a glance down at the other sleeping dog in their cell, loyal.

Bing.

Bing was what they called a ‘Shiba Inu’, or at least that was what they referred to him ask when they didn’t use their names. Although only one of the humans here called them by their names and the smile on their face when they came up with it made Google decide to keep it, Bing just liked having a name. Google looked back down at Bing again, seeing the black and tan fur on his hind start to rise and whimpers come out of Bing’s mouth.

“Bing, Bing wake up,” Google said softly, using his paw to prod at Bing’s side. Bing only whimpered some more. “It’s okay, you’re not there.” Google dipped his head down and gave the top of Bing’s a few, soothing licks, the whimpering finally calming down. Google placed his nose on Bing’s cheek for a moment to make sure he was actually calm, jerking back up when he heard the loud creak of the door opening. Google stepped over Bing with his front paws, covering as much of the other dog as he could since Bing was only a tad bit smaller than him.

“The Labrador and Shiba Inu only have a few more experiments left.” Google crouched a little and held his ears back, wishing he knew what the two men in white coats were saying. “Do you think we’d be able to adopt them out?”

“What family would want to adopt grown dogs that are practically just robots at this point?” Google didn’t like the tone of the other human’s comment.

“They do it with military dogs.”

“No one is going to want a lab rat as a family pet. We’ll just euthanize them when we’re done. It’s probably more humane to do that anyways.”

“So, after all they’ve been through, we’re just gonna kill them?”

Kill

Google knew that word, that was the word they used when they took the other dogs away and they never came back. Were they next? They had to be talking about him and Bing since they were looking right at them. Google fought the urge to growl at the men when they stepped closer to their cell.

“It’s not like we haven’t done it before.” The first male human shrugged before taking out a marker, drawing in red on the glass wall that kept them separated and then walking away.

“I’m sorry, Google and Bing, guess I shouldn’t have favorites in my line of work.” The second human let out a sad noise and left as well.

“We have to get out,” Google whined, lowering himself completely to lay on top of Bing. “I have to get us out.”

x~x~x

Bing woke up with a few rolls and he perked up when he saw Google.

“Googs! Googs! Googs!” Bing greeted happily, jumping up to his feet and rushing over to the other dog, nuzzling his nose into his side. “Wanna play?”

“Bing, we need to leave,” Google stated.

“Leave?” Bing sat and tilted his head to the side.

“We need to leave here, it’s not safe.”

“But this is where we live, this is where we get food.” Google could tell that Bing wasn’t arguing, he was just confused.

“They’re going to kill us.”

“Kill.” Bing’s mood went all the way down. “But, but we behave, we’re good, why would they want to...” Bing whimpered and lowered himself all the way, tail no longer wagging.

“We didn’t do anything wrong, you didn’t, I promise. They’re the bad ones, not us.” Bing’s ears went up.

“Really?”

“Really.” Bing bounced right back up and ran around Google a few times.

“We’ll get out! I know we will!” Bing went under Google’s legs and laid down on his stomach, happily yipping when Google went straight back down and was on top of him. Bing easily wiggled his way out and jumped around while Google shook his rear, waiting a moment before pouncing and catching Bing. “The one-eyed bandit is down!” Bing started rolling back and forth while Google pretended that he was going to bite him, just nipping at the air. Both stopped when there was a whistle.

“Hey guys, I don’t know how good of an idea this is, but I can’t be the one to take you two out.” The second human from early that morning was speaking while pressing a few buttons on a pad. “You’re both strong and brave and as long as you two stay together…” The glass door slid open. “You’ll be safe.” Bing and Google both just looked at the human. “Go, hurry.” The man stepped away and Google made sure to put himself between Bing and the human as they stepped out, seeing that he was pointing towards another open door, the cool air telling him that it leads outside.

“Googs! It’s the outside!” Google watched as Bing took off. Google gave a quick look at the human and bowed his head in thanks before going after Bing. “Where do we go?” Bing was practically spinning as he looked around. “There’s trees and rocks and buildings and...buildings? We’re near a city? People! Nice people! We can have a home!”

“Bing-” Google stopped himself when Bing was once again running off. “At least wait for me!”

“We’re gonna have a big family! With little kids and happy parents, a big yard and lots and lots of treats everytime we-” Bing fumbled to a stop when he saw two teenage human males. “Play?”

“Bing, wait!”

“Dude, look at its face!” One of the teenagers laughed.

“It’s got a robo-leg.” One of the other teenagers kicked out, hitting Bing’s front legs and making him whimper and stumble away.

“Shit!” Both cursed when Google got between them and growled loudly.

“Stupid mutt scared me.” The first teenager said harshly and the second kicked out towards Google this time.

“His eyes look like glass, what a freak.”

“Don’t be mean to him!” Bing barked, bitting into the human’s shin, not knowing the words but the movement was enough to tell him what was going on. The human screamed and fully kicked Bing this time, making him fall down.

“Bing!” Google rushed over to Bing and covered him with his body, growling at the teenagers. He lowered his head and braced himself to get his as well, but there was some barking that came from further away.

“Seriously!?”

“Let’s go!” Google stayed where he was if there were more dogs here and they wanted to fight, he wasn’t going to let them hurt Bing, he’s been through enough.

“Hey, you can get up.” Google refused to move. “Hello~”

“They’re gone. You’re safe.” Google opened one of his eyes and was not expecting the sight he saw. “There’s something different about you two, I can smell it.” An overly fluffed cat mewed, padding around Google and Bing.

“I can see it.” A dog that looks much like a wolf let out a laugh, one of his eyes being a bright blue while the other was a dark brown, somewhat matching his feline companion, whose eyes had a bright blue while the other seemed to be red.

“Hush, Wilford.” The cat raised a paw towards the dog. “You’re not from here, are you?”

“No,” Bing answered, pouting when Google covered his face with both front paws.

“What do you want?” Google asked.

“You came from the building down there, didn’t you? The lab?”

“I’m a lab,” Google stated.

“Yes, yes you are, but I mean a laboratory. A place that does tests, a place that would give you glass-eyes and metal legs.” The cat purred, crossing his tail over his paws and sitting straight up. “You have no home, no place to go.”

“What do you want?” Google asked again.

“I want to ensure those in my pack are well-fed and cared for. That they’re happy in the lives they were given.” Google just stared. “I can tell that’s what you want for your mate.”

“Mate?” Bing asked, peeking his head between Google’s paws.

“Oh, you’re definitely from the lab.” The cat stood back up and went over to Wilford. “I have a pack I run that lives in a nearby park, all are fed, kept warm and safe.”

“I thought dogs did packs.” Bing now had his head sticking out all the way since Google was too distracted trying to understand this cat.

“I’m not any ordinary cat if that much wasn’t clear.” The cat walked back over to Google and Bing. “My home is open for you two to join but you’ll have to do a few favors since we saved your lives.”

“Favors?” Google asked.

“Nothing beyond what you’d do to live. Get food, water, intel, the works.”

“One of those don’t match the others,” Bing said.

“You’ll keep him safe, right?” Google stood up slightly, allowing Bing to squeeze out.

“Of course, I can’t risk losing valuable members of my pack. We have to work together to survive.” The cat turned around, his tail swiping against Google’s nose and making him sneeze. “We already have a few other dogs if that makes you feel better and another cat, there’s also some other animals you may not expect.”

“We do owe you, that’s the least we can do,” Google mumbled.

“We’re going to have a home? With other animals?” Bing sounded excited.

“Somewhat.” The cat went back to purring. Google went over to Bing and pressed muzzles with him, allowing him a second to think.

“Fine. We’ll come.” Google said.

“Perfect.” The cat looked at Wilford with a glare when he started to laugh again.

“I get it, ‘pur’fect and you’re a cat.” Wilford stood up. “Wanna ride?”

“I can walk on my own this time around, we’re in no rush to bring the new ones back, it’ll let them get a good view of the city.”

“We never got your name,” Bing said. “We know he’s Wilford, who are you?”

“Call me, Dark.”

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thenixkat · 6 years ago

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Animorphs notes: 18

Book 18

Narrated by Aximili

Again I really wish something had come of the andalite traitors thing

Ax’s audience is other andalites

Leera’s like the only planet besides Earth to get an actual name in this joint

Andalites don’t use money

Ax is tryin g to work to get money to buy food

Ax needs to stop dicking around in human morph b;c he’s gonna getsomeone in trouble, possibly killed

This manager is actually a nice person

So Marco caught Ax

They are retelling the event at Cassie’s barn]

They are waiting for news from Erek

So was Ax? Alone at the damn mall? I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again there are rocks smarter than these kids

Erik has hidden chee with him

Of course Tobias fucking spots them all, its not like the chee could make themselves invisible

Hewlett Aldershot the Third, that’s a serious name

Yeerks wanna infest im for reasons and had Iness hit him with a car

Is this the same yeerk infested hospital from an earlier book? I guess boiling a bunch of folks alive and a minor wildlife rampage didn’t do shit.

Marco’s snippy when bored

So, either Visser 3 knows how to morph regular clothes or isn’t hamped by them at all and no one feels the need to mention them ripping through some while morphiong

Yeerks can’t do anything with a comatose host.

Either the head of the secret service is a lady or the president is

That’s not really how wings work forget it

People have to be seeing this 6 winged bird thing chasing a seagull

Also apparently the kafit is some kinda bird of prey

Ax’s seagull morph has talons apparently

Visser 3 is scared of getting into a tail fight

Visser 3 thinks a teenager can beat him.

They’re right b/c they are shit at fighting

Stand face to face for even more opportunity to injure yerself and give yer opponent a better shot at yer head

Visser 3 nopes out of the fight, breaking a leg in the fall, but morphing human fast

Too much protein keeps Aximili awake

Dinnier at Cassie’s ment a lot for Ax

Ax races around as he wrestles with his thoughts and goes to Tobias to talk about feeliongs

Yeerks infultrating the andalite homeworld was an interesting idea and the writers are cowards

Shut up Cassie

Cassie you liar

If they could aquire from say blood alone, then why don’t they just try acquiring from parts of animals like ever?

Rachel is concerned about blood borne diseases and doesn’t know how most of those are contracted

Ax that sounds like bullshit.

Ax you just hang with little squeemish bitches

Andalites have weak slow baby hands

How exactly do they plan to acquire blood that they ate as a mosquito? If they eat it it starts to break down from digestion and would be decently degraded by the time they vomit it back up and try to acquire from it.

A random sick kid has seen Ax and now knows his name

More humans have seen Ax

And like what reason with the yeerks have to let witnesses go like? Good job at getting more folks enslaved Ax

Ax thinks about collateral damage for once

...that’s a false surrender. Good job Ax! Not no one on yer side can ever actually surrender! Also a war crime.

Ax jumps out a window and morphs mosquito

That’s still not how compound eyes work

Pop

And now in the imaginary place

Huh, Ax and the animorphs get to see themselves in a 4 dimensional? view

Like tesseracts made of meat

Neat

Why, exactly would Tobias., who is in morph in ya know the shape of a bird not appear as a human jigsaw as well in this place?

They got dragged into Z space by a passing ship

And resqued by an andalite crew

The animorphs and Ax made a scientific breakthrough

.7 Andalite years stuck on Earth

I havent gotten to thhat book on my re read but everything you just said was wrong Ax

So there are multiple pool ships and such

Aximili doesnt actually have to stay with you all

He can fight yeerks where ever he pleases and really kinda needs to see others of his own kind every now and then

That grass probably tastes good as fuck tho after almost a year in Earth grass

Andalites being speciest

“May your great god Cha-Ma-Mib smile on you this day.” religious space frogs

“The continent loomed larger and larger. Most of it was lush and green, primarily jungle. Green like Earth's forests and jungles, but with wide swaths of some brilliant yellow vegetation, too. The northern end of the continent was less fertile, more barren, probably colder.”

Leera

The captian is a traitor

Also it is apparently pretty damn easy to take out andalites if you have even the slightest amount of drop on them

Visser 3 and Visser 4 are friends

That tailless dick fortified and used a weapon

The animorphs decided not to stick around in just listening to orders

Gonna blow the kids out an airlock and hope they survive

None of these fucks think to get in a damn fighter craft or emergency escape and attempt to survive

Just, welp folks we’re fucked time for some suicide!

Also the captain wasn’t even a controller, just willingly on the yeerk’s side

On the one hand Ax did abandon them. On the other the animorphs are not entitled to his service

Also this just isn’t the right time to pick on Ax

This is reallt not the right fucking time, Marco and Rachel are either trying to get themselves or someone else killed with their bullshit

Tobias u fucking chose to live in the woods as a wild animal, Aximili didn’t choose to be marroned on an alien world

You feathery asshole

Tobias vanished

Adi-fuckin-os

The yeerk forces are doing well on ground battle

Ax, the animorphs, the andalites, and the writers have failed ecology

Rachel vanished

The writers just really fucking hate sharks

“The water was perfectly, utterly clear. We were swimming in water that was forty feet deep, and we could see every detail on the ocean floor.

And what detail! Huge, billowing creatures like white and yellow sails, triangular with biological propellers at each corner. Brilliant, electric-blue worms or snakes, each seventy feet long, swimming in wild schools. A bizarre creature that rose and fell through the water by blowing air into a bladder so thin it was almost transparent. A wonderful sort of fish in the shape of a screw that rotated its way through the water.

And these creatures weren't scattered here and there, but everywhere. The Leeran ocean was a madhouse of life-forms.

Spread around across the ocean were bubbling chimneys of rock and soil, encrusted with squirming, writhing creatures, small and less small. My shark senses could feel the electrical discharge from these chimneys, and the intense warmth. As I watched, a massive school of the brilliant blue worms came swirling around one of the chimneys. It swirled and my shark senses could feel the energy flow from the chimney into the worms.”

There would still be fucking predators u nits

“They were mostly yellow. They had skin that was slimy, as if covered with ooze, yet rough in texture, like gravel. They had large, webbed back legs. For arms they had four tentacles arrayed around their plump, barrel-shaped bodies. The head was quite large, with a bulge at the back. It sat right on the shoulders. There was no neck. The face bulged outward and seemed to have just two features. A huge, wide, almost ridiculous mouth. And big, bulging eyes of a green that seemed almost to be lit from inside.

There were four Leerans. They were riding on water jets. The water jets were long, narrow tubes, flared in front to make a sort of wing, flared again in back to give extra

maneuverability. Arrayed along the back wing were clusters of very narrow tubes pointed forward.”

Leerans

The crew free some leerans (granted they were going to kill them) b/c the leerans showed them how to get the yeerks out of them

The team morph leerans and are uncomfortable with knowing eachother’s thoughts

Oh what normal space ships arent good enough for crushing ocean pressures now? Gotta have actual submarines?

A lot of these high ranking andalites are quick to yelling and threats of violence aint they

That is a very iffy plan not the least being the yeerks with their mostly terrestrial shock troops would have likely set up camp there anyway it seems. But if u wanna throw away lives who cares

Marco vanished

Talking to scientists and shit

Actually Jake, if all of you vanish b4 u carry out the mission it will be too late for a back up

A world with no predators my ass

Cassie vanishes

Ah, so yeah bats aint flying with torn to shit wings. They’s ded

Jake vanished

How exactly did the andalites get the shit in there in the first place?

Hah, the hork hosts have rocket boosters

Aximili is saved by vanishing

So why were they snapped back in mosquito morph and not just flund full force back into their real bodies

And why snap them all back to the same moment and not staggared into different moments in time

How the fuck did this man feel a damn mosquito bite? A notible aspect of mosquitoes as that we don’t really feel them biting

Genral yeerk panicking over management

End with scene at mall

#nix reads animorphs #animorphs #have i mentioned that i'm not impressed by these books other than alien design?

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lady-divine-writes · 6 years ago

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Coldflash one-shot - “Illusion” (Rated PG13)

Summary: Barry needs to find a way to fix things. To change things between him and Len. To stop the inevitable. But as smart as Barry is, with all of his super powers, are there some things that just can't be changed?

Notes: This is kind of a re-write of a one-shot I wrote for another fandom. Also, it has a twist to it, so you've been warned.

Read on AO3.

Pop …

Sizzle …

Crackle …

Whir …

The intense silence in the kitchen amplifies the sounds of breakfast cooking, but Barry’s mind has wandered so far from this room, the noise barely chips its way in. He’s working on autopilot, meandering from stove to sink to counter, paying no attention to where his feet land, his hands powered by déjà vu, not a thing pulling his notice – not the bacon, smoking in its oil, needing to be flipped; not the toast, popped in its slots, cooling for over thirty minutes; not the eggs he’s been whisking so fast they’re becoming meringue. A groan from upstairs jars him out of his stupor, and he finally looks down at the bowl of frothy pale yellow on its way to becoming white peaks. He glances over at the staircase, a huge lump settling above his Adam’s apple, then back at his eggs, and sighs. He was never that good at cooking anyway. Most of his adult life has been spent existing off of cold cereal and ramen soup when he wasn’t living with Joe and Iris. Of all his talents as a scientist and a superhero, whipping up pancakes or frying an egg wasn’t among them. Funny since cooking is basically science, a factoid that his boyfriend points out every morning Barry overcooks oatmeal.

Just this once, for this breakfast, Barry had wanted to get something right.

Labored footsteps cross the floor overhead and Barry continues whisking. He’s in no danger of making anything out of the eggs at this point, but he can’t think of anything better to do. It’s not actually about the breakfast, it’s about this moment. He’s been waiting all morning for it, and now that it’s arrived, he’s not ready to face it.

Thunk, thunk, thunk – the sound of one-hundred seventy pounds of lean muscle making its way to the kitchen kicks Barry into overdrive. He zips around, collecting up the edible elements of the meal and laying them out on the table. If he’d been searching for self-satisfaction, he’d have to admit that the spread he comes up with – a stack of toast and another of waffles, the original pound of unburnt bacon, and a farmer’s market worth of diced fruit – is impressive, especially considering he doesn’t remember making any of it.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Len grumbles to the streak of red lightning serving up food. “The infamous Flash making breakfast for little ol’ me? Whatcha tryin’a do, Red? Fatten me up before you drag me off to Iron Heights? My last decent meal as a free man?” He runs a hand over his shaved head, suspiciously side-eyeing the wall clock as he makes his way to the table. “12:30? So, either you let me sleep late on purpose or you’re still not talking to me.” He takes a seat, reclining with his arms locked behind his head. Silver-blue eyes watch Barry hop between pans on the stove, preparing what looks like a colossal meal.

Big meals mean people, and Len’s not exactly in the mood.

“Are you expecting guests for breakfast, Red? Iris? Joe? The CCPD, perhaps?”

“No,” Barry says, cursing the hoarseness in his voice. He turns off the bacon, gives up on the eggs, and sets two empty plates down on the table. Barry has yet to look at Len, spread out in his chair, observing him curiously. He’s been on the edge of tears all morning and if he looks at his face, that smug smile and those mischievous blue eyes, he’s not going to make it through breakfast. Crap! He should have done this another day.

“So, you’re not still mad at me for last night’s little escapade?”

“No. No, I’m not.”

“Even after I did something you expressly told me not to do? Something you said would destroy our relationship if I did?”

“Yes.”

Len’s eyelids narrow. “What about everything you said last night …?”

“I don’t care about that!” Barry slams his hand on the table hard, catching the lip of his plate and smashing it to bits. “I don’t care about any of it! Just forget it! Please? I’m sorry! I’m so sorry for what I said, for every fight we ever had! Please, just …!”

"Barry?” Len gets up from his chair and takes Barry’s hand, bleeding from a long cut down the palm. It’s also healing up fast, pushing pieces of ceramic out of his skin as it does. But Len still leads him to the sink to wash it off. “Barry, what’s going on with you? You’re acting like a moody teenager. You’re usually not this weepy over me pulling a job. You’re usually more punchy and jabby.”

“I don’t like this,” Barry admits, looking Len in the eyes for the first time since he came down to breakfast. “I don’t like what’s going on. I haven’t for a while, and I don’t … I’m having a hard time handling it.”

“And what’s that?” Len asks, lips pinched tight in defiance even though his eyes still brim with concern. “You and me? Is that what you’re talking about?”

“No, Len!” A tired breath accompanies Barry’s words because it always comes back to this. No matter what the argument, Len brings it back to them being together as Barry’s ultimate issue, as if running off on the Waverider at a moment’s notice to places unknown where Barry can’t contact him only to come home and pull jobs he swore off, with Barry eventually hunting him down to make sure he doesn’t end up dead – or arrested - would be less stressful than the two of them being together as a regular, every day couple. But that’s not how Len thinks. The everyday and the normal seem to be more of a burden to him than the shit he puts Barry through. “I … I just … I’m scared, Len! Scared you’ll walk out the door one day to a place I can’t go, I can’t find, and never come back! I don’t think I could handle it if you disappeared – blinked out of existence on another Earth or in another dimension!”

Len grins, his tight lips and concerned eyes melting into a cocky grin. “Oh, baby. We’ve been over this. I’m invincible, remember?”

Barry stares at his boyfriend, tears and screams and pleas threatening to split his skull, begging Len to see the truth. But Barry knows it’s no use. Nothing he can do, nothing he can say, will ever change what happens next.

Barry was right. He picked the wrong time for this.

“Yeah,” Barry sniffs sarcastically. “Yeah. You’re invincible.”

Len wraps his arms around Barry’s shoulders, confident he’s won this argument. And, of course, that means to the winner go the spoils.

“Say,” he starts, and Barry sighs, knowing where the conversation goes from here, “I know you spent all morning on this fantastic breakfast, but whaddya say you and I leave it for now, go upstairs, and maybe work up an appetite?”

Barry takes another look at Len’s handsome face, longer than the last, and shakes his head.

“Not today.” He takes a step back, the confusion on Len’s face heartbreaking, but Barry can’t. Not today. “Gideon? Pause simulation.”

“As you wish, Mr. Allen,” the melodic voice of the AI responds. The scene around him shifts, goes fuzzy. Except for Len’s face, which is crystal clear everywhere for Barry – here in STAR Labs and in his memory. Those memories have haunted Barry ever since the day the Waverider came back without Leonard Snart. Barry has been reliving those days within the confines of this program he’s created, mostly out of guilt, drudging up the details of how they left one another – Barry seething over a heist that didn’t matter in the long run, and Len, self-righteous as always, taking off without so much as a goodbye. Because Len wholeheartedly did believe he was invincible. He never would have conceived of the Waverider returning to Earth without him on it.

But what could Barry have done? How could he have changed things? If he could nail it down, then go back in time, maybe he could fix it. He created an algorithm inside Gideon’s programming to help him isolate it. He’s giving himself one shot. Considering how badly he tends to mess up timelines, he’d only take the one chance. Two if it seemed warranted.

But he hasn’t gotten to the point where he can will himself to take that next step.

Barry has an eidetic memory. He doesn’t need Gideon to regurgitate the same scenes from his final days with Len over and over until he tears his eyes out. All this is is an exercise in lying to himself. Because as much as he wants Len back, he wouldn’t have said the things he said to his simulation. He wouldn’t have completely absolved him. He couldn’t go against his principles, put the greater good in danger, for the man he loved.

Because Len and the things he did were dangerous.

But is there an alternative? In months of searching, Barry hasn’t found one. He’s not helping anyone by doing this. He’s torturing himself by giving himself hope that Len will come home one day and he can fix things between them.

But Len is gone. Dead and gone.

And Barry, with all his powers and all his talents, will never see him again.

#coldflash #Barry Allen #leonard snart #Captain Cold #The Flash #frankie writes

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hopewritcs · 7 years ago

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the prodigal sister

pairing: familial byers fam x reader, romantic paring tbd

word count: 2.1k

summary: y/n is the middle sibling of the byers brothers. she’s just ten months younger than jonathan, making the pair “irish twins”. except when her father and mother got divorced, lonnie got custody of y/n and took her away from the rest of the family.

notes: i was falling asleep last night and decided it would be fun to add a sister to the byers fam. this will likely be a multi-chapter fic. let me know what you think and if there’s anything you’d like to see specifically in this fic series. :) thanks to everyone who reads/likes/reblogs my fics. y’all are great.

other chapters: masterlist

stranger things tag list: @thekidsofneibolt, @madhatterweasley, @samisimportant,@inspiredbynewt (if you wanna be added to any tag list, let me know!!)

Y/N was waiting in the living room of the home she hadn’t been inside for years. Not since she was ten years old. But after coming home from her time at boarding school and finding out what her father had kept from her. She was pacing in the living room, having used the hide a key (thankfully it was still kept in that same place under the windowsill. When Y/N had came into the house, she didn’t see anyone. Then again, it was the middle of the afternoon. Maybe her siblings and mother were out doing whatever it was they did on weekends.

Not like Y/N knew what they did. Her father hadn’t let her be around. The only contact she’d had with her family were long phone calls on holidays and letters exchanged. Which had all but stopped about two years ago when her father’s new girlfriend and him had decided that it was time for her to “grow up” and go to a private all girls boarding school out in California.

She could see a car pull up. Was that her mother? Y/N peered out the window. Nope, it was a teenager. And not her brother. Definitely not her brother. With a bunch of middle schoolers? That was surprising. She figured her mother would have her older brother drive them home. Not some random (to her) teenager.

When Y/N heard voices approaching she jumped and went to standing in the doorway to the kitchen. She hadn’t known why she jumped and attempted to hide the way she did. But Y/N leaned forward and listened to the voices she heard.

“I think someone’s in your house.”

“It’s not a demodog, right?”

“Dude, shut up. How would one of those things even open a door?”

“Fuck you, Lucas, I don’t know! It could happen.”

“Both of you shitheads shut up. I swear I saw someone in there. So you stay back, I’ll see what’s going on in there.”

The door opened slowly and the teen walked into the room. His eyes immediately went to Y/N with a look of puzzlement. “Who the hell are you?” he asked.

“Who the hell are you?” she mimicked, crossing her arms and looking at him.

“Y/N?!” she heard her younger brother’s voice from the doorway, and then she saw him walking into the house.

“Y/N?” one of the other boys asked, peering into the house. But her brother was walking toward her and that was all she focused on.

“Are you really here?” he asked. “Why are you here?”

“Dad didn’t tell me about everything. I was at boarding school, I had no idea. He didn’t phone me or try to get in touch. If I’d known, I’d have been here in an instant. He said they thought you died. That they had a funeral. What happened?” Y/N said, wrapping her arms halfway through her speech as she hugged her kid brother. She’d gone through so many emotions in the past twenty four hours. “Shit, I mean, when I found out I grabbed my stuff and told dad not to look for me. I had to see if you were okay. And Jonathan. And mom. But mostly you.” She pulled back and looked at her brother with a small smile. “I missed you.”

Finally, Will hugged her back after she finished speaking. Tears were pricking Y/N’s eyes.

“Will and Jonathan have a...sister?” Eleven asked, from behind the crowd of boys, her head popping up and looking toward the room. The others shushed her, looking toward the siblings.

“Dad really didn’t tell you?” Will asked quietly, still processing this. He hadn’t been in front of Y/N in years. He remembered what she looked like, but it felt like he was hugging a stranger too. His father had kept her from them for years.

“Do you think I’d have stayed away at that dumb boarding school if he’d told me? Shit, Will, you’re my brother. I’d have dropped everything if I knew.” Y/N’s voice was cracking with emotion. Lonnie, her father, was always someone who resented his family. He was a hothead and needed things to go his way. Which is why when he’d gotten custody of Y/N he’d gone as far away as possible as he could and started over. Not that things changed much for Y/N. Her father was still trouble, in and out of it as well. And she was still struggling to get it together.

But she’d always missed her siblings. Her mother, and their home. She’d wished she could have stayed there.

“I missed you too, Y/N.” Will commented, his grip on his sister getting tighter. He was a little afraid, after all that had happened, that if he took a step back it wouldn’t be the same. His sister might not actually be there. But she was. He could feel her arms around him. The tears against her cheeks. She was real. Y/N was home.

“What’s everyone doing standing in the doorway?” Joyce Byers’ voice echoed in the doorway. Before she could walk in, the boys gathered the groceries from her hands, some of them going back to the car. “Thank...you.” Joyce let out a laugh as she looked at her youngest son’s friends with a confused look. Worried, almost, way in the back of her mind. “Why is everyone acting so strange?”

“Mom.” Y/N pulled away from Will and stood back up to her full height. The almost seventeen year old spoke up.

“Y/N?” the woman questioned before running into the room and wrapping her arms around her daughter. “You’re home!” she smoothed the young girl’s hair out, pushing it away from her daughter’s face. “You’re home? What are you doing here? Does your father know you’re here?” she asked, glancing down at her daughter, looking for the answers to the questions she was asking.

“Sort of.” Y/N admitted, biting her lip as she glanced away from her mother’s eyes. She could see the group of other children moving around the kitchen, trying to put the groceries away and attempt to give the family some space. Except she could tell they were all listening in. Some of them continued to throw glances their way.

“What do you mean ‘sort of’, Y/N?” Joyce asked, giving her daughter a very motherly ‘tell me or face the consequences’ stare. Except it was also, almost, an ‘i’m so glad you’re home i don’t care’ kind of stare too.

“Well he told me how Will disappeared, or died. How you thought he died. There was a funeral? And I just couldn’t stay with him. Him and his girlfriend. I needed to be home. Can I come home, mom? Please.” Y/N was practically pleading now.

“Oh honey, of course you can stay.” Joyce hugged her daughter tightly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I love you so much.” Joyce grabbed her son and pulled him into the hug too. “I love both of you so much.” She was practically laughing with excitement. She couldn’t believe soon, when Jonathan got home, all her babies would be home.

“Not to break up a happy family moment, but can you tell me why dad...why everyone...thought Will was dead?” Y/N asked, partially muffled by her mother’s grasp on her. She ruffled her brother’s hair and looked at him. “Because from what I can tell he’s very much alive.”

“Shadow monsters.”

“Demodogs.”

“Mad scientists.”

“Super powers.”

“Upside down.”

Came the chorus of answers from the surrounding people. Y/N broke from the group hug and turned to everyone else.

“What the hell?” She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms against her chest. “Can someone explain, in full sentences.”

“You might want to sit down, Y/N.” Will said, leading her to the kitchen table. Soon everyone was around the table and explaining what had happened in Hawkins.

Of course, Y/N could tell that these people were close with her brothers. But she didn’t get anyone’s names (except the girls, Eleven--Jane, now, according to a correction from her mother--since she had powers, and Max who had moved here in the fall) until they finished the story. Y/N would have had trouble believing everything, except she could tell how serious her mother was taking this. Everyone was stoic and careful. They told her how they’d even been forced to sign papers to keep quiet.

Finally, everyone was introduced by Will after a long pause. “These are my friends. Mike is Nancy’s brother. Dustin, Lucas, and Steve. And, of course, Max and El.” Will made sure his sister was paying attention as he pointed to everyone when he introduced them. Y/N vaguely recognized the kids from pictures she’d been sent over the years from her brothers.

“So are you and Jonathan twins?” Max asked. It was pretty much the first time she’d addressed Y/N during the conversation other than a couple of interjections (apparently she wanted Y/N to be sure that she had “scared the piss” out of Dustin and Lucas at Halloween, which made Y/N laugh).

“Sort of. I’m a little over ten months younger than him. So, my birthday’s pretty soon. I’m a February baby. Jonathan is June. Well, early June. I’m mid-February.” Y/N explained, feeling the need to ramble as she’d just been listening to this whole big conversation and had no room to talk. She glanced around at the group. “I have a lot of...questions. I can’t really think of them all right now. But I definitely have questions.”

“We’ll be here to answer them, Y/N.” Will assured his sister with a nod, turning to his friends and watching as they nodded their heads too.

The front door was being unlocked and the whole group turned to watch as Jonathan walked in with Nancy under his arm. “Hey, mom, Nancy’s gonna stay for dinner. Is that--Y/N?”

“Jonny!” Y/N jumped up from the couch and ran over to her brother, giving him a big hug.

“Y/N/N.” Jonathan exclaimed, hugging her back just as tightly. “What are you doing here?” he asked, pulling back from the hug and looking at his sister. He hadn’t actually seen her, other than pictures, in about seven years. “Dad’s not here too, right?”

“Nope. Just your favorite sister. Needed to catch up on some things. Apparently a lot happens when you get shipped off to California for boarding school.”

“Boarding school? In California?” Jonathan asked, looking at her. He knew she’d mentioned moving schools in one of their letters. But California was not what he expected. Neither was boarding school.

“Dad’s girlfriend fronted the money for it. Apparently she has some connections with the headmaster. They just wanted me out of their hair.” Y/N shrugged. “You didn’t tell me you were dating Nancy, though.” Y/N exclaimed, changing the subject with a quick nudge to her brother’s shoulder as she looked at her once best friend in elementary school. “Hey Nancy!” Y/N exclaimed, moving to greet the girl with a hug.

“Hey Y/N.” Nancy hugged her friend back. She hadn’t expected to see Y/N Byers home. After everything that had happened, she felt almost guilty for forgetting that the boys even had a sister. It was kind of hard to forget when something wasn’t staring you right in the face.

“So, they filled you in?” Jonathan asked, shoving his hands into his pockets as he awkwardly looked between his sister and the crowd still sitting around the couch.

“About some whacked out science experiment, some devil dog creature, and everyone trying to kill you guys. Yeah, I’ve been caught up.” Y/N explained, running a hand through her hair as she nodded toward her brother and then looking back at the group.

In the lull, Joyce came in from the kitchen and announced it dinner would be soon. And anyone who wanted to stay was welcome to stay.

The whole party wound up staying, eating food on the back porch and learning more details about the Byers family and the sister they’d never met before.

All the laughing was not going to be enough to handle what would be in store for them in the coming weeks, though.

#jonathan byers x reader #will byers x reader #stranger things x reader #reader insert #stranger things fanfic #fanfiction #the prodigal sister

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mercenarypark · 8 years ago

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medic hcs

Em made a big hc post for heavy a few days ago [here] and ive been meaning 2 finally do the same w/ medic bcause im gay

note: while i try to be brief about the details, this post is about a gay jewish man in Germany during wwii. to set aside any initial worries, no, he is never kept in the camps- as a jewish person myself it sickens me deep in my stomach to even think of that possibility. but there’s still mentions of n/zism and antisemitism, as one would expect.

also, a fair amount of the details of my medic hcs for his childhood are based on the german side of my family, primarily my grandfather and his father. while i still only know a little about my family history[tm], details like medic’s last name, how his family were able to lay low, etc, are based on the little bits and pieces ive heard from my grandmother #antisemitism #nazism #homophobia #transphobia #satanism #long post #text heavy #tf2 #gore text #medical abuse #malpractice #experimentation mention

-Medic was born roughly around 1925- he’s in his early 40s around when the game takes place- to the name [redacted] Reichstein. the Reichsteins were reviled in their little town as mad doctors, which was at least somewhat true- they certainly weren’t shy to experimentation on body parts and [willing] subjects. but a good part of the hatred for them stemmed from Good Old Antisemitism, focusing their hate on the fact that they were an openly jewish family and saying that that must be influencing their occasionally morally dubious behavior

-for the longest time, though, people tolerated them- they were the only doctors around, after all. but as time went on, the disgusted glances turned to hate speech, turned to violent threats, and eventually, to violent actions.

-medic’s father, who had long since been debating on moving, finally packed the family up[against his wife’s wishes], and within a night, their home and lab were deserted.

-his father could tell that something terrible was coming. he brought down an ultimatum- they would have to abandon everything jewish about themselves in order to survive. medic was young, still, and didn’t fully understand the severity of why his father seemed so adamant that they never mention holidays they once celebrated, why their old family photos were torn and burned, why his mother was constantly reprimanded when her Yiddish roots showed through her accent

-medic’s father pulled a few favors, and before they moved into a new city, the family name was changed to Reich- a more acceptable, more German name. Reichstein could raise eyebrows, lead to questioning about jewish roots, but there have always been many Reichs in Germany.

-that’s also when Medic got his birthname changed to Ludwig, and he and his mother had to fight like hell for that. his father argued that the last thing they needed was another target on their back- if anyone found out that his son “wasn’t really a boy”, then that would bring the entire family under scrutiny and into danger.

-ludwig refused to take no for an answer. ludwig had always been someone who would rather die than pretend that he’s something he’s not, and this was one of the first signs of that. while he didnt fully understand his connection to judaism, yet, and thus didnt fight to keep it at the time; he DID understand that he wasn’t a girl, and by God did he refuse to pretend otherwise.

-eventually his father relented, though he never once forgot and throughout medic’s childhood, he would bring up how risky it was, how medic was potentially endangering them all.

-to clarify: his father DID technically accept his son being transgender, but he wanted him to repress it, ignore it, force it down and never bring it up, much like their jewish heritage. ludwig refused, and his father never liked that. [when ludwig grew older and became both openly gay AND became a practicing jew again, his father nearly had a fucking heart attack]

-ludwig was heavily isolated for most of his childhood after they moved, partially due to the war’s beginning, partially because his father was afraid of his son giving something away. he was homeschooled by his mother, and rarely left the house, instead spending most of his time playing with the family’s cockatoo, or in his father’s operating room, learning human anatomy

-this isolation[alongside his autism, and veritable cocktail of mental illnesses] helped contribute to medic’s general inability to understand how to interact with people- he is oblivious at the best of times, has no concept of personal space, rarely catches social cues, and has Awful attachment issues. he is overly affectionate with anyone he is even vaguely friendly with, he tends to ramble and talk about uncomfortably personal things without realizing its a bad thing, etc, etc, he is a mess and a half

-he does understand bits and pieces- for example, if he’s physically affectionate with someone, they tend to tense up, and try to get away from him, which means he’s doing something wrong. the problem is that he doesnt understand WHAT he’s doing wrong, or why it’s wrong[answer: he’s covered in blood and bird shit and holding at least one[1] human liver]

-speaking of physical affection, the first time engineer affectionately puts a hand on medic’s shoulder medic fucking freaks out because aside from his parents, NO ONE. no one has ever initiated Friendly Physical Contact with him. usually because theyre freaked out by him in some way. he has no idea how to cope with the fact that someone might actually think of him in a friendly manner to the point of expressing that physically [aside from sexually, which is a whole other story and a half]

-but im getting ahead of myself. the first time ludwig killed a man was when he was 17. a nazi soldier paid an unexpected visit to the Reichs. ludwig, scared for his family’s sake and overwhelmed with a boiling hatred for nazis that had simmered for all of his childhood, killed the man

-his father reacted violently, ranting that now they were doomed, but his mother helped ludwig destroy the body and evidence. by the grace of God, no other nazi followed up that visit- the soldier hadn’t told anyone where he was going, and there had been no witnesses to his visit. and germany was so chaotic at the time, that eventually the man's death was attributed to a previously unnoticed casualty in battle

-that was the first man ludwig killed, and also the first of many, many nazis. he spent a good stretch of his adult life hunting down nazis who had gone under the radar, trying to hide their past ties while still keeping the same disgusting views.

-as ive mentioned, in medical school, ludwig not only became openly gay, but returned to his jewish roots. no longer under his father's roof, and now that the war was over, medic saw no reason to hide aspects of himself any longer. and God help everyone who felt otherwise. especially once the most violently hateful dissenters, began to mysteriously disappear.

-throughout his adult life medic has had Multiple short term, non-serious relationships [including more than his fair share of one night stands], and maybe two serious relationships prior to heavy. neither of those ended well, citing ludwigs mental Fuckery as a big issue. speaking of, his mental fuckery has helped him get into at least a couple abusive relationships, which i wont detail beyond "he survived and healed".

-while he is Jewish, he is the kind of jew who criticizes god every step of the way. at least part of this is due to having to survive during the Shoah.

-the Shoah definitely fucked his mind up. the constant fear for his parents and himself, and the burning hatred for the nazis and everyone who agreed with them or stood back and let them take over, and just overall a horrible sense of helplessness, definitely contributed to a lot of his future mental fuckery, and to his feelings about God. as an adult, and as a doctor, he took the feeling of helplessness he had as a teenager, and flipped it around dramatically- if god didnt help him then, he’d have to become better than god. he would bring retribution where others didnt, and bring power and life to those god would not help.

-he sold his soul to satan sometime around his mid-30s. [this is a sentence that sounds really fucking weird if u dont know much about tf2.] there are a few reasons behind that, but im only gonna talk about one:

-as i've said, medic spent a lot of time murdering nazis who had tried to go into hiding. that's difficult when theyre trying very, very hard to cover up their past. medic struck a deal with satan- in exchange for the names, aliases, and locations of ex-nazis in hiding, he would kill them and send them straight to hell. his soul was just to sweeten the deal.

-ludwig does a Lot of experiments on captured and dead nazis, especially the painful ones. the ol' "removing a patient's skeleton" story was of a nazi officer medic had caught, and medical licence or not, ludwig would do it again in an instant

-medic's flock of homing pigeons, stolen from a wedding van, are like family to him. the original, stolen generation had more pretentious names, as named by their previous owner- mostly well known scientists and philosophers[Archimedes, Newton, Nietzsche, etc]. most of the pigeons he named himself have biblical, jewish names [Mordecai, Elijah, Rebecca, etc]

-ludwig is absolutely never prim, proper, or orderly. if he is wearing a coat that DOESNT have blood and bird shit on it, wait 5 minutes and check again

-he has a tendency to hyperfocus on something and forget things like "humans need food and water to live". heavy usually helps him remember

-medic snores. loudly. and it sounds fucking awful. heavy is, sadly, a very light sleeper. it takes a loooong time for him to finally be able to sleep through medic's snoring, and it winds up being one of the only things he actually CAN sleep through. god help you if you step on a creaky board halfway down the hall, though, because heavy will wake up in an Instant

-if tf2 were in modern times, ludwig's music taste would include a Lot of kesha, klezmer music, black metal, and so on. its varied, is what im saying

-medic, pyro, and soldier all get along surprisingly well together, because they all have a case of "same brain? same brain!", all of them have issues dealing with other people and have problems with processing/understanding things, have trouble w/ psychotic episodes and the like, overall their minds are all wired oddly but somehow they can understand /each other/

-scout accidentally becomes medic's unofficial adopted daughter and thats a whole post and a half on its own. suffice to say medic would do anything for her

-engie, demo, and medic are all Science Gays

-medic also does his best to help demo with his Absolutely Massive Amounts of Trauma and Self Loathing, by at least being a supportive shoulder to lean on when demo tries to drink himself unconscious to forget it all. hes absolutely terrible most of the time at actually saying anything to help, but he can be a good presence, and he has birds. birds help anything

-he has a very casual fling going with spy, since early on in their time at the base. its usually in a state of "on-again off-again", with the latter usually having something to do with how spy acts with scout.

-obviously theres a lot i could say about heavy and medic's relationship, but to put it briefly- theres a loooong time where both of them are "i dont understand social interaction" gays.

-medic is the "i literally dont understand how to act around people im attracted to or that me being extremely overaffectionate around you is due to the fact that im falling in love with you, i dont catch your vague hints towards the fact that you feel the same about me because you literally need to hit me over the head with something in order to get me to catch onto it" gay

-heavy is the "i have spent so many years repressing so much of myself and keeping quiet and not drawing attention to myself, that i physically cannot bring myself to be up front about the fact that im attracted to you. im also afraid of misintepreting signals and i am instead going to assume your over-affectionate attitude is platonic and i am misreading things" gay

-eventually they figure things out and its good and soft and gay

ok its 3 AM and ive been writing on this for at least an hour and a half and i told Em i would go to bed by now dhgfkhhj

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