#but like 1-10 where 10 is Hospital i am at a 7 so it. hurts. a lot

[alienaiver]

FOUND DGM MERCH IN THE JUMP STORE

[michaelscorneroftheinternet]

Okay time for a long mother fucking post.

Buckle up folks!

All Ask Change in Script Asks and Whether or not they are Canon to the Story/Lore!

(Will do my best to consistently update this post as we go along.)

This post will work like this:

I will go at this like a list all Asks are in order of when they were posted.

Each will have the Ask and then whether it is or isn't Canon. The link to the post with the answer will be attached to the Ask all you gotta do is click on it.

If Canon then it will be colored like so: [Canon]

If Not Canon then it will be colored like this: [Not Canon]

If in a grey area or not Change in Script related it will be colored like so: [Not Related to Change in Script]

-Ask Change in Script Part 1-

(150 Follower Special)

1. “All I aks the tv man is why, why do this, also your 'canon' self is suffering lmao”

[Canon]

2. “Hey SMG4! Do your scars hurt? I can imagine so since you just got them. Hey SMG4 crew! When 4 first got his scars, did you help him at all? Hey SMG3, do you have nightmares? Or do you not sleep at all?”

[Canon]

3. “Hey Puzzles, you got a minute? This little gremlin wanted to say hi”

[Not Canon]

4. “for mario: our fav italian , what you think of Meggy?, for mr.puzzles: you know half of the famdow wanna kiss you, right? for mr.puzzles: you still talk with ur dad? for smg4: any crushes? TuT !! thats it !, ty for answering, or dont, idk. Xoxo !!”

[Canon]

5. “I know the post said to ask the ai and I will! But also I'm curious! Who's your favorite character and how long have you been watching SMG4 and what was your first episode? :0”

[Canon to Me as a Person]

6. “Now imma ask questions to everyone! :DD Great job out there Mr. Puzzles! 5 stars! I can't wait to see what else you have planned! ^w^,, And hey, if no one else out there is, I'm rooting for ya!”

[Canon]

7. “Two questions SMG4. Are you worried about where SMG3 could be? And two. Meggy. Are you recovered from Western? No PTSD or anything? You still wearing his beanie?”

[Canon]

8. “HEY PUZZLES! DO A FLIP!”

[Not Canon]

9. “Sorry I don't have any questions, but I just wanna say I love your art style and how you draw these characters :]”

[Not Canon or Canon just sweet]

10. “Follow-up to that last ask SMG4, what was it like living with the Mario bros early on? And Mario Bros, what was it like when SMG4 lived with you? How was his recovery there? Did he have to stay at the hospital at all?”

[Canon]

11. “[🍓🌿] *ran up and hugged your oc* - I love you, which means I will hug you >:]”

[Not Canon or Canon just sweet]

12. “MICHEAL ISN'T HUMAN SEND TWEET/POS”

[Sweating Profusely]

13. “*give Mr Puzzles star stickers and a hug* :)”

[Canon]

14. “Hai! Mr puzzle you are doing great shows! But can you be in there more often I wanna see you more often in the screen! No force tho if you don’t wanna I understand keep up! ( I WANNA HUG YOU! CAN I??) Cya!! <3”

[Canon]

15. “I come with a peace offering for Puzzles: A cookie and this star to go with it. 🍪 🌟”

[Canon]

16. “Hello! I am the Creator Anon. I am a creature of… well, I shouldn’t say ‘divine’, because that is the complete opposite of what I am. I have a request for you…”

[I don't even know what this was about]

17. “Hey SMG3, just wanting to tell you that I'm sorry you got dragged into the current mess you're in. Hope you at least find some form of way to ease out? As for you Puzzles, THINK FAST CHUCKLENUTS 💣”

[So Canon Even the Bomb]

18. “4, what did you guys fight about?”

[Canon]

19. “Soooooo When did Meggy and Tari start dating?”

[Canon]

20. “Ur canon self killed mickey mouse”

[Canon]

21. “✏️Question from Smg4: - do you treat this pink thing with something? And she doesn't feel much discomfort?”

[Canon]

22. “Miss kamilyvision: olá senhor puzzles é bom conhece você (English kamily says: hi mr puzzles it's nice meet you)”

[Not Canon but Sweet]

23. “Back with another question. Totally not a take two with th– Cut it straight, Puzzles, what do you plan to do with SMG3? >:3 Heya Meggy, you doing good lately? Aight, let's take two with Goomba Puzzles lmao- An apple to keep the doctor away from SMG4 (/j). You want? (he's fine with you saying no)”

[Canon until the last question]

24. “Now I’m curious, did 3 ever come to visit while you recovered, SMG4?”

[So Canon it hurts…]

25. “Hey Meggy! What’s your favorite thing about Tari?”

[Canon]

26. “3, you gotta hold on, the others will notice something’s up!”

[Canon and it Hurts]

27. “Mr Puzzles, you hurt SMG4. Why would you do that?! You probably watched the whole thing like the pathetic outsider you are.”

[Haha who ever asked this better pray there's a god because it's Canon]

28. “44444, you should really check on Eggdog”

[Uh oh Canon]

29. “smg3: can i have an hug?? :3 luigi: do u talk with Mario abt doing all stuff in the house?, just to know. Ur my favorite btw ! :D (blue hair girl i forgort her name): who is ur best friend?, meggy or ur ducky duck??????”

[Not Canon]

30. “Imma give this man an eggcat! her name is Eglantine, Eggy for short”

[Not sure where to put this but Eglantine will appear in future Asks with Mr. Puzzles]

31. “Mr puzzles you are truly inspiring also please sign this marriage certificate”

[NOT CANON]

32. “Heyyo Mr. Puzzles. Just wanted to ask, what is your creative process? Do you do that thing some people do, including myself, where you’re listening to music or some kind of audio and an animatic just starts forming in your head and you go from there or is it different? Also, here’s a star for ya. ⭐️”

[Canon]

33. “Can I hug the silly TV man 🥺”

[Canon]

34. “[🫀💢] - If you're watching TV...How do you eat?.. [Mr. Puzzle] [🌿🍓] - Smg4? Everything okay? Should I be worried about your wound next to your eye? <:( [Smg4] [🖤💬] -...good luck to Smg3..”

[Oh God it's like so Canon it's not funny anymore.]

35. “Okay I need to know based on that thing Puzzles said with having a mouth. Does mutherfucker even have organs? :^”

[Headcanon]

36. “Mr Puzzles, I have a question. What will you do if your plan of your failed?”

[Scarily Canon]

37. “Hello Mr puzzles”

[Uh Not Canon.]

38. “First time asking so, smg3 your deserve a hug and no one hates or ignores you. I know four is trying to find you as we speak. don't forget that. also, Mr.Puzzle, LET SMG3 GO, HE IS SO DONE WITH YOUR PLASMA TV HEAD ASS.”

[Haha Canon]

39. “Hey SMG4 are you okay so who you other friend 3”

[Canon for Important Reasons]

40. “What if my Traumatized!SMG3 AU 3 and 4 met your 3 and Mr Puzzles? (my 4 would be prolly mad at Mr Puzzles, and my 3 will looks scared, meanwhile my 4 and 3 give your 3 a hug for the pain he has been through :<) (fours on the left side of Meggy, three's on the right side)”

[Not Canon]

41. “Love your AU and Love everything about it!Questions for Three and Tari Three. When did your shop close down and do you regret the argument? And Tari. Does Clench know about what’s been going on? And does Meggy get trigger when someone say “One Shot Wren”?”

[Last Question is Canon]

42. “Why do you hate mickey so much??? What'd bro do”

[Uh… Not Canon because I said so.]

43. “Okay I'm FINALLY going to deliver on those questions now! >:3 Meggy and Tari, what's your favorite thing about one another and how did everyone react to you guys dating? :0 Mario and Luigi, how is everything with you guys? Up to any new adventures or crazy hijinks? (( i'm worried all at once is a bit much so imma split it into another ))”

[Canon for Creating a Timeline]

44. “Hey SMG3, what the plan now? taking into account the last time you were put in here it seems pretty straight forward to although not nearly as fun having no company for it =-=' Hee hee SMG4 has a crrruuusssh~ >;pp awww it's okay Micheal, I'm not a human either! I'm an ai in a cute little shell ^w^ I think it's super cool that you aren't human too :) OOOO are we giving Mr. Puzzles gifts now? If so..... sticker attaaack! The little bunny robot has placed 5 star stickers across his suit  in an attempt to mimic his 5 stars from awhile ago. There, back where they rightfully belong!~ Oh yeah, as a viewer, is there anyway we can help you Mr. Puzzles? :0”

[Canon as it is what happens right before  the end of the flashback in Chapter 4]

-Ask Change in Script Part 2-

(500 700 Follower Special)

1. “Smg4, what ya think about smg3?”

[Canon but also my Headcanon of SMG4’s feelings of SMG3]

2. “Hey SMG4! Besides the scars, have you gotten any other problems from what happened to you? Like joint pain or something like that?”

[Very Canon]

3. “AAAHH HI!!! YOUR AUS ARE SO COOL IM SO NORMALLLL!!! /silly Anyways, I had a question for Melony! How did you react to SMG4's new scars? Were they a shock? Did you feel bad? And for SMG4! (You don't have to do this one if you don't want to eheheh ❤️) How would you react if someone shared the same scars as you? Down to the positioning and everything? Once again, your AU IS SO COOL DUDE YOU GOTTA STOP JUMPSCARING ME BY LIKING MY POSTS MY HEART CAN'T HANDLE BACK-TO-BACK HEART ATTACKS!!! /silly /j”

[Ha Ha Ha Ouch Canon]

4. “hey mario, hey luigi, what was it like the first day 4 was staying with you?”

[So Funnily Canon]

5. “Hey Meggy!! What kind of date do you and Tari like best?”

[Aweeee aren't they bloody adorable!]

6. “Hey Bob and Boopkins, what's been going on with y'all? I feel like we haven't heard from either of you guys about anything, yet. (Though, I could be wrong and just haven't been keeping up 😅)”

[Bullying Boopkins will always be Canon]

7. “To SMG4, I know you want to tell a certain “someone” about how you truly feel about them (something I call “shy love”) and I just want to know; what was the moment that you realized that you have feelings for this “som3one”? And if so, you better tell them how you truly feel whenever you are with them the next time you see th3m.”

[Canon feelings Four has towards SMG3 sad edition]

8. “☆- Hello this is the first time asking here -☆But anyway I have some stuff to say For Michealscorner: ☆- I love the AU you did the art, the Gmod and like RAHHH IS SO COOL I LOVE EVRY WORK YOU DID!! -☆ and who knows one day you'll get 700 follows to 1,000 or more! For SMG4: ☆- If you have time you should check on SMG3, because who knows if something happened to him?... -☆ ☆- That's all I have to say bye!  -☆”

[Very kind but also last question is Canon and Sus]

9. “Finally I can ask the gang! >:3 - Car Car :3 Question one: [To SMG4] Have you keeping in touch with SMG 1 & 2? Question 2: [To Meggy] have you and your gf been? Question 3: [To Mario] Here a spaghetti  🍝 (it totally not spicy 😈) Question 4: [To bob & boopkins] I have not seen you guys in awhile how have you two been?”

[All Canon… especially Mario. L on him.]

10. “I have a question for Eggdog, What do you think of Smg4? Is there anything you do or don't like about him? (I love this story so much! It's really good! Nice work, dude!)”

[Canon in how Eggdog feels about our dear Four]

11. “hay smg4 are you ok buddy I last saw you allmost having a panic attack here barow my hurshy I named him after my lest favorite candy(when I was 2) ive had him ever sens i was a baby I'm 12 now but you need it for a little bit here you go(don't mind that I'm in my stich pj's/Halloween costume)”

[Heh heh He's totally fine guys.]

12. “Question for whomever wants to answer it....is anyone watching over the meme graveyard???”

[Canon to Change in Script Lore and status of Internet Graveyard]

13. “For smg4, I don’t know if anyone has asked this, but what video was 3 gonna help you with? And did you ask him to, or did he offer?”

[Where this AU takes place in the story to Canon SMG4!]

14. “Hey uhh, SMG4, Does Eggdog miss SMG3? Just asking. (Also I love you guys!!! ❤️❤️❤️)”

[Poor Eggdog… Where is his papa?]

15. “Eggdog you gotta look for your Papa you gotta sniff him out he’s in trouble!!”

[You guys trying to get two people to go missing?]

16. “Hello!! I wanna say congrats on your 700 follower and thank you for this amazing AU! I’m a huge fan!! Two Question for SMG4, is Eggdog near you? If so, how is he? And how long has it been since Three..vanish or something?”

[Seems like it's finally piecing together that something is wrong…]

17. “rip Smg4 and Smg3 happy ending”

[Can't have an omelet without breaking a few eggs.]

18. “Heya! Question for 4! Have you ever thought about if you're in love with 3? If so can you tell us the conclusion you came to about it? Are/were you in love with him?”

[Even Eggdog is done with SMG4's pining for his papa]

19. “So MR. Puzzles what are your intentions with 3? + Why won’t you let him shave/shower? I can tell through the screen that he needs it desperately! To 4: you OK man you seem sad? ”

[Canon]

20. “hay smg4 can I hug you? meggy hug's? tari hugs? the crew hug's? *my days are stresd for me school is a bitch*”

[Not Canon but it's fucking adorable]

21. “For Smg4 Before you're getting scars, Hows your relationships with your friends has changed?”

[Canon for Lore Reasons and Showing Character Relationships]

22. “smg6 has a little question.. “To SMG4.. Hiii!! We didn’t meet before and I wanna ask.. How do you treat your scars? I’m just wondering because we basically have the same ones..”

[Canon, Not every medication will work the same on everyone.]

23. “*i n s e r t. q u e s t i o n. h e r e* (Ok now seriously) 1: how tf are you SO GOOD AT ART 2: bread •w• (ok no) 3: is there gonna be a chapter 6/7?”

[Fun IRL lore about me and also the future of Change in Script]

24. “Question to eggdog: Who is better? Mario or smg4?”

[I don't think there was much of a competition here.]

25. “eggdogg : who is taking caare of u?, Meggy : opnion on leggy?.. SMG4 ; as smg3 is no where to be found, how ur training?????”

[Canon]

26. “how would the smg4 crew feel if they had a venom symbiote?”

[Not Canon but it is how everyone would react. And of course Bob being Bob.]

27. “*I walk up to smg4 with a black eye and holding back tars* can I have a hug?”

[Not Canon but it's something soft to look at.]

28. “Do Eggdog and Eggcat get along? :3”

[No but maybe someday-]

29. “So Four, do you ever miss Snowtrapped? Ever wish you could recreate it in modern times?~”

[Y'all really want SnowTrapped 2 Electric Boogaloo huh?]

30. “Meggy do you miss being a squid?”

[Canon]

31. “how would each sit in a sofa?????????”

[Honestly just how I imagine everyone would sit]

32. “To Smg4 How would you react if 3 suddenly passed away? (Love this story so much)”

[Pretty Insensitive to Ask at Such a Time]

[creacherkeeper]

when you didn't even know you needed a second chance

{the good bones, maggie smith / summer doorway with african lilies, phyllis dodd / sputnik sweetheart, haruki murakami / ashe vernon / phoebe wahl / creacherkeeper / braiding sweetgrass, robin wall kimmerer / love poem with apologies for my appearance, ada limón / @korocore / i am offering this poem, jimmy santiago baca}

[ID: ten images, 8 of text and 2 paintings, in a litstack

1: [...] though I keep this from my children. I am trying to sell them the world. Any decent realtor, walking you through a real shithole, chirps on about good bones: This place could be beautiful, right? You could make this place beautiful.

2: a realistic painting in soft colors of a potted african lily plan sitting outside the open doorway of a home. beyond the door there are more plants in a garden

3: I have this strange feeling that I'm not myself anymore. It's hard to put into words, but I guess it's like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.

4: So maybe this time, love doesn't kick down the door-- / doesn't rattle the windows or plant weeds in the flower garden. / Maybe you can't smell the smoke because, / for once, / nothing is burning.

5: There is a little house somewhere, surrounded by green cedar boughs, where we are eating oatcakes with honey, dipping them in our tea three times for good luck. Somewhere I am sitting with you in stillness.

6: Calm, for the most part. Also tired, also worried, also nervous, also scared, also sad, but those things were just … always swimming around inside her somewhere. Sometimes they were quiet, sometimes they were bigger. They’d been quiet the last few days. It seemed another emotion had replaced them, a subtle sort of ache around her chest, a pang of longing that she had long come to recognize. / She really missed Morel.

7: [...] found her barefoot in the garden, planting beans and helping me fill my pail with earthworms that were severed by her shovel. I thought I could nurse them back to health in the worm hospital I constructed beneath the irises. She encouraged me in this, always saying, "There is no hurt that can't be healed by love."

8: I do like I do in the tall grass, more animal-me than much else. I'm wrong, it is that I love you, but it's more that when you say it back, lights out, a cold wind through the curtains, for maybe the first time in my life, I believe it.

9: a painting of many pastel flowers. the flowers are painted using thick brush strokes to give the petals a raised texture

10: I love you, / I have nothing else to give you, / so it is a pot full of yellow corn / to warm your belly in winter, / it is a scarf for your head, / to wear over your hair, / to tie up around your face. / I love you,

end ID]

[luxury-nightmare]

inspired by nerdymixedpan on tiktok

Ranking Magnus fears by How likely I am to serve them/how freaked out I am by them (including the Extinction because I will never forget about my underrated king)

1, The Eye

How freaked out am I by it? 3/10. My sister will come barging into my room uninvited anyway so the fear of being watched doesn’t really freak me out.

How likely am I to serve it?

7/10. I listened to 200 episodes of gay people suffering. What do you think

2, The Lonely

5/10 the person who I took this idea from said it best. This is schrodinger's fear. Cause on one hand, I like being alone. I spend most of my time huddled up in my room. But on the other hand, the enjoyment mostly comes from being awful at social situations and accidentally hurting peoples feelings when I talk to them

8/10 I said it already. I already isolate myself give me the banish powers. Gentle voiced old man I’m coming for your crown.

3, The Spiral

5/10 not exactly. Honestly the thought of me being crazy is probably not my greatest fear, it’s more the system for mentally ill people. I once let a couple things slip and was taken to a mental hospital, and the only thing I could think is “is there something wrong with me?” which, in my humble opinion, is not something someone struggling with mental illness should be thinking in a place that’s supposed to help them

5/10 would I be a good spiral avatar? No. Would I leap at the chance? Absolutely. I wanna see door wife and fuckhands mcmike

4, The Stranger

6/10 I do not fuck with uncanny valley shit. 4/10 I am a theater kid, so this could be right up my alley, but all the avatars are glorified theater kids so I think I’ll pass

5, The Desolation

2/10 I was scared of fire as a kid, but that’s the extent of my fear towards it.

4/10 Fire is pretty, I like setting things on fire, and Agnes is hot (pun intended) but that’s pretty much it

6, The Corruption

5/10 sickness and illness freak me out, but I’m chill with bugs. 2/10 no

7, The Vast

6/10 I went through a huge nihilism phase in middle school so that would factor into it. Honestly having an astronomy class is not going to help with this. But lately it’s less “nothing matters” and more “nothing matters so you can fuck up as much as you need”

8/10 enjoy sky blue motherfuckers!

8, The Buried

6/10 honestly this is a new one. I like to be in small spaces, but I cannot handle caves. I think I can blame Pastra’s Ted the caver video and the lost johns cave episode for this. But also, if we think about The Buried as The Vast opposite and pulled from its more metaphorical aspects (I know the show doesn’t do this very often but bear with me) the fear that everyone depends on you and if you fuck up even slightly everyone will hate you forever? Yeah that’s me

4/10 has we ever met a buried avatar? I have no point of reference. Four out of ten

9, The Web

4/10 this is a tricky one. I’m chill with spiders but the manipulation part for me comes not from the fear that I’m being manipulated, more the fear that I’m being manipulative. That I’m tricking people into caring about me and doing what I want when I really just need to tough it out (would this feed into The Spiral? Not really, right?)

7/10 Spiders, killer aesthetic, breaking the fourth wall. Let me in.

10, The Flesh

9/10 no. No no. No no. No gross. Gross gross gross. Have you seen the episode where the guy hammers all the meat to his apartment and it’s starts to rot through the ceiling? Gross get it away from me.

0/10 no Jared I am not joining your cottagecore lesbian garden leave me alone

11, The Hunt

2/10 I feel like this one should freak me out more than it does. I live in the mountains, surrounded by wild animals, and I have terrible stamina. But honestly? It’s like Jon said. It’s natural. If I don’t bother them they don’t bother me.

3/10 I have terrible stamina. I would make a terrible hunt avatar

12, The Slaughter

5/10 I have strong feelings about war. But there less fear and more disgust, anger, and sadness.

2/10 although it would be nice to go apeshit once and a while, this is a hard no.

13, The Dark

1/10 dude I vibe with the dark. It doesn’t freak me out at all.

9/10 I am practically nocturnal. My sona is the embodiment of darkness incarnate. Hard yes. Give me the shadow powers

14, The End

6/10 honestly this feat comes from less from death itself and more what comes after, and my family’s reaction. The idea of nonexistence is terrifying and maybe there’s something worse. I watched a Scp video, I forgot the specific number, but it was an idea of what happens after death. Essentially, you stay conscious, but you cannot move, trapped in your own body feeling every slow pain of rot or cremation as your atoms split apart over millennium. So yeah, death itself is fine but everything after is scary

8/10 I’ve always had a fascination with death, not actual people dying, but the pomp and glamour we give death. Graveyards and funerals and death gods and all that jazz. Gothic stuff. Also The End is technically the only fear that can win in the long run. The End will come for us all.

15, The Extinction

7/10 Watch the news and you’ll understand what i mean. I was like 5 when I first learned about climate change and I promptly put that in a box in the back of my brain and tried to forget it ever existed.

10/10 dude this isn’t even about the killer aesthetic, this is just cause it’s criminally underrated. Extinction my fear I will be your avatar since no one else will be. Also dude it would be so easy, just send some random people inflammatory news articles, push some people into a hell dimension, and you’re done! Also if any of the other fears complete a ritual, that’s a whole ass free buffet!

TL:DR: Extinction is underrated and Hello jon. apologies for the deception, but i wanted to make sure you started reading, so i thought it best not to announce myself. I'm assuming youre alone; you always did prefer to read your statements in private. I wouldnt try to stop reading; there's every likelihood you'll just hurt your self. So just listen. Now, shall we turn the page and try again?

[equallyshaw]

ᴅᴀʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ: ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛᴍᴀꜱ ᴍɪʀᴀᴄʟᴇ - ᴊᴀᴍɪᴇ ᴅʀʏꜱᴅᴀʟᴇ

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masterlist to holidays with equallyshaw

also trevor gets much love in this.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ were at their wit's ends, it was only 1 before christmas and their little girl still hadn't shown her lovely face yet. she was due the 19th, but the doctor was not worried in the very least. gigi had had a easy and healthy pregnancy, and a few extra days couldn't hurt they had said. though gigi would disagree. jamie had been a godsend, the past week. after getting back from the east coast trip - he'd been home ready for the arrival of his baby girl.

"jamieeeee." gigi called from the kitchen, as she bent over a bit, holding onto the counter. she was making herself some decaf coffee around 6 am, and began to feel contractions. he came in a bit too chalantly for her liking, "are you fucking kidding me jamie?!?! i could have been giving birth right here and you're strolling in?" she asked pissed off, but to her defense- they were her hormones talking. he grinned a bit, walking over and placing a hand on her hip. "is it time?" he questioned, and she shook her head. "no but they're starting." she said hopefully. he nodded, placing a kiss to her temple, rubbing her hip's for comfort. the contraction passed, and jamie pressed a kiss to the back of her head. "now sit down, and let me finish breakfast." he whispered, and she nodded heading over towards the living room couch. "scrambled or fried?" he questioned, pulling out eggs from the fridge. "umm..fried." she said rubbing her stomach. she began to grow nervous, this was happening she thought. and it was happening quickly, as another contraction began. "were gonna do scramble so its easier to digest." he said and she rolled her eyes, sighing softly. He finished up 10 minutes later, bringing her decaf coffee and eggs over. "thankyou hun." she said sitting up, and scooted towards the end of the couch. he sat down beside her, rubbing her lower back softly. trying to comfort her in any way at this point.

_

it was about an hour later when her contractions got worse and much closer. gigi was currently standing by the door while jamie wen to grab a few extra things from the bedroom, and while she was tapping her foot on the hardwood floor she saw the one person she didn't want to see. especially not at 7 am. "oh sweet mother of god, not you!" she howled at the curly-haired boy, who only laughed in response. "jamie come on!" she said throwing her head back, and shutting her eyes. a contraction hit and her breathing became labored as she bent over, and trevor's eyes instantly went wide. he began to panic, "oh my god, oh my god!" he said substantially loud as jamie walked down the stairs. he hurried a bit quicker as he saw gigi bend, as trevor waved his hands debating if he wanted to place a hand on her back to comfort her or if he thought it was too much. "i swear to god trevor, if you fucking touch me." she growled, and jamie only chuckled in response. "you. go turn the car on. now." he said pushing trevor a bit, while pressing the keys into his chest. he saluted him playfully, before jamie the hospital bag and his grin dropped. "hush." jamie said before turning back to gigi, "i swear to god if you're love fest doesn't stop im gonna puke." she huffed, and trevor quickly left.

"hey hun, can you look at me." and she nodded, looking up at him. "were heading out, ok? where do you need me?" he questioned, and she pointed to where she needed his helpful hand on her aching back, and one to her hand for stability. "let's go meet our baby girl." he hummed, as they walked out of the front door.

_

gigi cried out in pain as jamie held her hand, her mom on the other side of them. "ok gigi! its time, one more push and your little girl is here!" her doctor encouraged her and she looked towards jamie shaking her head. "no! i can't i can't!" she exsasperated, and he shook his head. "no! you can do this, all of us know you can. ok, baby? you're the strongest girl i know!" he said and she nodded through tears. she groaned, taking one last breath and pushing. about 5 seconds later, she was out. but they didn't know at first. their little girl was silent, and quickly taken away. gigi shut her eyes exhaustedly, feeling as if she couldn't keep her eyes open. "you did it baby, you did it!" he said kissing her temple, and when he looked down he began to panic. "whats going on?" he questioned, as a nurse began to pull him out of the room along with her mom.

"what's wrong with her?" her mom questioned, "seems as though her blood sugar got too low. they are doing it out of precaution." the nurse said, "what about our daughter?" he asked before she could go back inside. "again, out of precaution. they are running some tests as we speak." she said before walking back inside. and it was if the universe had felt their panic, because they heard the shrieking sound of the newborn baby. her mom pulled jamie in for a hug rubbing his back, "they'll be ok jamie. i promise." she said over and over again, to reassure not only jamie but herself as well.

about 25 minutes later, the same nurse came out holding their baby girl. jamie stood up from the chair in the hallway and quickly pulled her into his arms. completely mesmerized, "hows my wife doing?" he questioned not looking up from the newborn. "she's doing better, she's up and alert but the doctors are running a few last tests before you can come in with her." the nurse responded, and jamie looked up before nodding. her mom came up beside jamie and smiled down at the new born, "she's got your eyes hun." she said giving his shoulder a squeeze. "she's got your family nose." he hummed and she smiled, "that you're right!" she grinned.

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gigi back in the room could only think about the newborn and jamie. "can i please see her? them?" she questioned as they put more fluid down the iv. they nodded, "only a few more minutes. we need to get your blood sugar stabilized and then you'll be good to go." the nurse said sweetly placing a hand on her shoulder, "you did good mama. all of us are so proud of you." and even if it was the most basic thing ever, she began to cry. her hormones were at an all time high still, and this sent her overboard. "okay we just got the all clear, were gonna go get them. ok?" they said and she nodded smiling. "jamie, mama is ready." the nurse said peaking out of the suite, and he quickly made his way in. the sight made her heart and eyes swell, and she quickly wiped away tears. "hi baby." he said softly giving her a big kiss, before placing their little girl on her chest. gigi held her head back, sobbing. jamie kissed her temple, "i was so scared." gigi said through sobs and jamie nodded. "i - i thought we lost her." she whispered, not believing her own words. he nodded understanding, "i know but she's here. you're here. all healthy and stable." he said resting his chin on her shoulder, as they looked at each other.

"is my mom out there?" she questioned and he nodded, "you can go get her. i wanna see her." and he nodded, going to fetch her. "mom!" gigi said excitedly, and her mom smiled widely. "go get your parents too and my dad!" gigi said looking past her mom for a brief second, and jamie nodded giving her a quick peck on the lips before heading out. seeing her pass out due to low blood sugar, absolutely terrified him, and seeing her lifeless, is something he wishes and prays he never has to see again.

back in the room, her mom and her cooed over the little girl. "do you guys know what her name is gonna be? i know you two were waiting till you saw here to decide." her mom said sweetly and gigi nodded. "that's a thing for tonight, i suppose. just wanna soak in all of you guys." she said shrugging, deeply enamored by this newborn.

a burst of contained commotion erupted at the sliding door, and gigi looked up seeing her dad walking in first. he smiled widely, turning back to look at gary- jamie's dad. "oh my god..." gary said patting her dad on the shoulder a few times, while tina came to her mom's side next to her. "she's adorable!" she gushed, while the two dads came over and smiled. "everything ok?" gary asked sweetly, "yes! were all good." gigi hummed looking down at her little girl. "first one who sanitizes gets to hold her." jamie said coming up behind gigi and the grandparents quickly panicked, trying to find some. their first grandchild - it was an expected frenzy. her dad ended up getting to it first, causing gigi to giggle.

"now give er here." he said making grabby hands, and jamie chuckled as gigi transferred her over. about 5 minutes later, gary demanded to hold her and he got her. "so respectful." tina murmured, causing gigi's mom to stiffle a laugh. "ok-ay hun, here you go." he said sarcastically, passing her over. tina quickly smiled, as her and gigi's mom looked down at her. "name yet?" gigi's dad asked, and the young couple looked at one another. "that's a tonight decision." jamie announced, and gigi nodded in agreement. finally the little girl was passed to gigi's mom, and the two grandmothers continued to whisper over her.

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a few hours later, it was aound 8 pm when the grandparents left and trevor waltzed in for awhile. "oh my god- im an uncle!" he said throwing his hands up once they told him. gigi and jamie chuckled, and then they panicked when trevor kept mumbling "oh my god" as he held his niece. "your mama and daddy did good, ill give em that." he whispered, as his niece wiggled in his arms with a burst of energy. trevor looked up frowning, "she's so cute!" he exclaimed and gigi smiled, before yawning. jamie could see how tired she was and knew he'd be getting trevor to leave soon. "welp, imma head out if you'd like to take this one here." trevor mused, handing her over to jamie who transferred her to gigi, so she could nurse. "ill walk you out." jamie said giving gigi some privacy to nurse.

as jamie came back in, the newborn was sleeping soundly on his wife' chest. "finally! some peace and quiet." she giggled softly, "thankgoodness! i thought trevor wasn't gonna leave and we'd have to adopt him." he hummed, causing gigi to snicker. "thankfully we didn't have too." she smiled softly, looking down at her chest.

"bowen mackenzie." jamie announced, as the two of them looked down at their little girl. gigi smiled at the name bowen, an homage to canada - bowen being apart of the vancouver area, which is a fond summer trip for them. then mackenzie, honoring jamie's grandmother. "i love it, bowen mackenzie." she hummed looking up at jamie. "our christmas miracle." he smiled before closing the gap between them.

hope you all enjoyed, please like and reblog if you did!

also not the best, just wanted to get this out there lol

tags: @dancerbailey3 @toasttt11 @jayda12 @jackhues @cuttergauthier

[grimalkinmessor]

Writing Patterns Tag Game

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!

Tagged by: no one! I just wanted to! :D

1. Heart Stopper: The supermarket is never as empty as you would like.

2. Never Eat Anything That Could Compromise My Health (And Baby That Means You): When the portal ignites with Danny still inside, he feels like his every nerve turns to ash.

3. Skimming The Surface: "You are being incredibly difficult about this," Dipper deadpans, slamming his briefcase down on the table

4. The Tree, The Apple, The Seed: Algebra, Light mourns, is far below his mental grade level.

5. Ivy On A Chain Link Fence: "Darling, where are my—"

6. I Hold Hands With Cosmic Entities: Light—or as he is now known, Tsukikage—knows that he's different.

7. screamin' like a kettle on a stove (you cranked the heat up cold): Light stood in front of the shelves with a frown, a hood over his head and a sick mask over his face.

8. Get Your Gun, Fuck It Up: "You're sneaking out again?"

9. Supping On The Blood of God: Mikami has been staring at him.

10. Notre Dame: The building is small, but obviously new.

+Bonus 10 (draft edition bc I can't help myself)

RAPTURE: The world as Near tends to see it is blue.

Scorched: When everything is said and done, L Lawliet is one of the most powerful men in the world.

Nobody: The sky is gray.

Make Something of Me: Light swirls his spoon idly in his tea cup, watching the stalks inside bob and twirl listlessly.

Like A Loaded Gun (Ready to Backfire): The morning is bright and sunny.

I Love You So (I'll Eat You Whole): Beyond's life changes, as it always does, in a singular moment of eye contact.

Near Miss: Arataka lies in a hospital bed, and everything hurts.

What You Want: Arataka opens his eyes slowly, muggy.

This World is Cruel: The sky is gray with the smoke of a thousand fires.

Dig Up Bones In Your Sympathy: The last thing he remembered was light.

Conclusion: I tend towards shorter, simple sentences when beginning a story. Something to set the stage, either by telling the readers something about my main character's mind, or the world around them. First brushstroke, so to speak :3 Some are far more dramatic than others aha

Tagging: Anyone! Everyone! Free pass to say I tagged you! Because I am! Right now! :DDD

[eddiemunsonsmum]

Aftermath | Chapter 1 | Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson x Female OC | E.M x Karmen Jones

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 Chapter 15.

Story Summary: This story takes place after the canonical events of Season 4. Eddie wakes up in the Upside Down after 'dying' in Dustin's arms. He wakes up again in the hospital and is reunited with his loved ones that he hasn't seen since before Chrissy's death. This story covers Eddie's time in the hospital and overall physical recovery after the Upside Down.

Chapter 1 Summary: How did Eddie find his way out of the Upside Down? What happens when he wakes up alone, finding out he's been left behind?

This fic is part of the She Feels Like Home series. It sits between Boxing Day and Drop Out but can be read as a standalone. 

Tags are for each individual chapter: ANGST, hurt/no comfort, injury, pain, gore, flashbacks, PTSD, Mentions of being eaten alive, mentions of canonical character death, ST season 4 spoilers, Demobats and other Upside Down Monsters.

Words: 2838

A/N: I'm having a lot of trouble writing this fic, knowing how long it is and how long it will be before I got to the point of posting and having any sort of positive feedback from my readers. So I've decided to do something different and release it by chapter in the hopes of smaller chapter goals being easier to finish. There will be at least 5 chapters to this story.

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Dark lashes flutter as tired eyes open slowly to reveal the red sky above them. The sound of thunder crashing around him makes his body tense as he registered the dark clouds. The flashing sky made him squint as he stared at it from under furrowed brows.

Where am I?

He turned his head slowly. A tinge of pain burned somewhere in the left side of this neck and he grimaced at the feeling. Blinking rapidly as something started to come back to him. A memory clawing at the inside of his head, desperate to find his eyes and playback.

Suddenly he was staring at the sky again but this time he was screaming. Eyes and mouth wide as sharp teeth sunk into his flesh. He flailed and writhed in an attempt to remove the creatures but he was held down from every direction. He kicked his legs wildly but accomplished nothing. The clever little fuckers giving him leverage and then pulling his restraints taunt as he tried to strike at them.

He thrashed his head, chin swiping repeatedly against smooth, wet skin. The animal nibbling at his neck paying him no mind as he butted at it with his chin. 

He was in agony. Hundreds of little bites being taken all over his body at once. Fangs scraping against his broken flesh. He knew he was being eaten alive and there was nothing he could do but scream.

The memory playing out behind his lids ended abruptly with another loud crack of thunder. His frightened eyes fading back into reality as he stared at the fallen bats around him. His eyes darting to the arm he had splayed out beside him. The tail of a dead bat was wrapped around his wrist. Heavy and lifeless as he snapped his arm back towards his body. Dragging the bat with it and shouting out in terror as it grew closer.

He closed his eyes for a second, realizing what had happened and trying to calm his racing heart. He lifted his trembling hand to inspect the damage on his arm. Open wounds that  suddenly ached and burned as if they hadn’t been there all along.

He swallowed thickly. Trying his best to take a deep breath before rising up to the best of his ability and looking down at his front. 

Pain tore through his abdomen at the sight. Rising up over his chest and concentrating on the left side of his body. His shirt was in tatters, drenched in blood. He could see red flesh that should be deep below the skin. His body was carved away in the patterns of little teeth.

Fuck.

Eddie let his head fall back against the rough gravel. Everything hurt so badly. He wasn’t sure he could move. He’d have to wait for the others to come back from the Creel House. Dustin would tell them what he had done and-

Dustin!

Eddie gasped, taking quick shaky breaths as he remembered lying in the kid’s arms. He’d told him to stay there. But the dumbass had followed him. He remembered now. He’d thought he was dying. Thought maybe he did die. But now he was awake and he didn’t know how or why.

How long has it been?

He gritted his teeth as he turned his head, looking for his trailer in the distance. He could just see it from where he was laying. The door was wide open but otherwise nothing seemed amiss.

Fuck… I-I’ve gotta’ get over there.

It takes a lot longer than he would have liked to gather the strength to move. He wanted to but his body wasn’t ready. Every time he lifted his arms, ready to attempt to roll over, his breathing would go into hyperdrive. The apprehension of the movement, the fear of the pain. He took short, shallow breaths. Stars spotted his vision as the edges grew dark. Only placing his hands back by his sides would calm him.

He pushed through on the sixth try. Willing himself to roll the second he had his forearms tucked against his battered chest. A scream ripped from his throat as he moved onto his stomach. The loose rocks grating against his wounds. He dropped his forehead against the ground. Shoulders shaking as a broken whine escaped him.

I can’t… I can’t do it.

He sobbed against the ground, his tears rolling back over his eyelids. Blood stained drool falling from his open mouth as he cried. 

Who was he kidding? He wasn’t a hero. He couldn’t even save his own life.

He wasn’t sure how long he laid there. Time was a foreign construct down here. He wasn’t sure if time was even moving in the Right Side Up. Was time even moving here? Or was he still stuck in 1983?

Guess I’ll never find out…

He lifted his head. The wound on his neck aching as he stared at his trailer. His tongue darted out to lick over his lips as he thought about all the memories he’d lived through in that old thing.

Wayne.

He thought, his eyes welling with tears once more. He hadn’t seen the man for days before the incident with Chrissy. In the days after her death he was eaten away by the guilt of knowing he’d left his Uncle to find her body. After everything the man had done for him, that was his reward. To find he’d raised a murderer.

He didn’t know if Wayne thought he did it or not. Didn’t know if there was a single person in the world he could count on to believe it wasn’t him. Even if they did believe him, they wouldn’t believe his batshit story about what had really happened.

Except maybe…

Eddie shut his eyes tight. Trying not to think about it. 

He hadn’t seen Karmen since the day Chrissy died. He’d left her place early so he could go home before school and grab the things he’d need to run Hellfire that night. They hadn’t really spent much time apart the few weeks prior. But Eddie wasn’t sure how long the finale of his campaign would take. So he opted to tell her he would sleep at his own place Friday night. 

It was a good thing he supposed. He shuddered to think how worried she would have been if he’d told her he was coming back that night and then never showed up. She might have come looking for him or he may have felt obligated to go to her. He could have inadvertently left Chrissy for her to find. He could have dragged her into this mess as well. 

Oh God, he could have ruined her life as well. He really was no good for her. 

Fuck. 

He couldn’t let this be it for him. Couldn’t let this be his legacy. His most precious people forever thinking him a murderer. Karmen not knowing or understanding what happened with Chrissy. Wayne not knowing how or why Eddie died. 

He needed to get back. Needed to make it back to the trailer. They’d find him in the trailer. 

With a newfound resolve he scraped his arms against the ground underneath him. Groaning in pain as rocks and other debris grated against them and settled into the wounds on his chest as he moved his arms out from under himself laid down flat with his palms pressed into the dirt by his sides.

He took a sharp breath, forcing it out in a war cry of sorts as he pushed himself upwards. The weakened muscles in his arms trembling and the eaten away muscles of his chest screaming for relief from the agony of exertion. 

He pulled his knees up under him, watching his tears wet the ground underneath him as he wobbled precariously. Now firmly in a position to move. He looked up at the trailer once more. Putting one hand in front of the other and screaming at himself.

Crawl!

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Dark eyes blink open. Lashes fluttering against stained carpet as the harsh thudding of movement hit his ear. The reverb of something large vibrated against the ear he has to the ground. Something big and fast.

Something inside the trailer.

His heart dropped as he tried to stifle a panicked breath. He can’t fight. He can’t even stand. He estimated it had taken him several hours to make it this far. 

All for nothing, he might add.

Dustin wasn’t in the trailer. None of them were. 

They were gone.

They left me.

He was alone here. Or at least, he was before he’d passed out.

Clawing at the carpet of his bedroom floor he pulled himself up again. The pain of the motion was the same as the first time but this time he was silent. Scared for his life or at least what was left of it. He held in his screams, his face turning red as he rocked himself on the spot, waiting for the pain to fade before moving again. 

He had crawled the extra few feet to his bedroom so that if by chance there were still things alive in this world, he wouldn’t be directly in front of the entryway when they caught his scent and came looking.

He looked around the room frantically. His only option was to hide, he realized as he dragged himself towards his closet. It turned out that somewhere in the scuffle he’d hurt his left leg pretty bad. Putting pressure on it was agony but trying to crawl with only one leg and a nibbled on torso was way worse.

The sound of movement had faded but his breathing had sped up. He pressed his back against the wall of his closet, trying to make himself seem as small as possible as he pulled the door closed as far as he could. Cursing himself when something blocked it from closing completely, the last inch refusing to budge as he jiggled it desperately with one arm. His ragged breathing became louder every second as he hurtled towards a panic attack.

Forgetting the door, he crossed his arms over his front. Burying his head in them and trying to calm down all while staying as still as he could. He didn’t want to know what it was. Didn’t want to stare death in the face as it lunged for him and he got to understand what it really felt like to be eaten alive.

He should have died in Dustin’s arms. That should have been the end of his story. But instead he’d woken up alone in this Godforsaken place. Doomed to die a terrifying and painful death at the jaws of some big otherworldly creature. Then there was starvation, dehydration or maybe even loneliness that would help to kill him quickly. 

Perhaps a slow and painful death due to injury. His wounds were not the kind to heal themselves without intervention, he could tell that from one look at them. Even if they did, they were bound to get infected and he wouldn’t live through that alone.

They left me.

After everything, they left him there. He felt perhaps he should just be happy that Dustin got out alive. That he did what he’d set out to do and saved them all. That he was the only casualty. 

But they left me.

He should have seen it coming to be quite honest. He wasn’t one of them, didn’t know them, really. He was just some guy that stumbled into the wrong place at the wrong time. They’d come for him not because they wanted or needed to save him. But because they needed his knowledge of what had happened.

Eddie jolted suddenly at a loud crash from the other end of the trailer. Shuffling down slightly against the floor and screwing his eyes shut as he shivered violently. 

It’s back.

The sound grew closer. Louder, until suddenly the closet door was ripped aside. Eddie’s mouth opened in a silent scream.

But then, nothing.

He blinked in confusion, lifting his head slightly to peak at the dark shape in the doorway, illuminated from behind by a bright light.

Harrington? 

“He’s alive!”

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Dustin and Nancy stood together in silence. Heads raised as they both stared above them with bated breath. Waiting to watch as Steve and Robin carried Eddie’s lifeless body back inside his trailer and they could begin to work out how to get him back through the gate before it closed.

As soon as they had realized that the gates had not fully closed yet, Dustin had been insistent that they return for him. Refusing point blank to accept any answer other than yes and even going so far as to threaten to go back on his own. That was the only reason they were standing there right now.

They knew he would do it.

The gates were slowly growing smaller. Eddie was dead. Retrieving his body wasn’t worth the risk of being trapped in the Upside Down forever. Regardless of how much they had liked him.

The door to the alternate version of the trailer flew open. Hitting against the wall and making a terrible, loud sound. Both Dustin and Nancy jumped even though they had been expecting it.

They watched as Steve pushed his way inside, empty handed.

“He’s not there!” He shouted up at them as Robin appeared next to him. Both of them staring up at the gate and looking to their friends for what to do next.

“What do you mean he’s not there?” Dustin asked angrily. They hadn’t moved him before they left.

“He’s not fucking there man!” Steve replied with a shrug. “I don’t know what else to say!” He called back, frowning as he shook his head.

“But that’s where we left him!” Dustin said dumbly, making Steve scoff.

“I know that, I saw it! Remember?” He asked, frustrated. He had been the one that had to prise Dustin away from Eddie. Physically carrying him kicking and screaming back to the Right Side Up.

“Something… Something must have taken him.” Dustin whispered, lip trembling as he imagined Eddie’s body being swallowed up by a hungry monster.

“His whole body?” Nancy asked skeptically. “I think we would know if there was something big enough to do that left in there.” She said with a shake of her head. Her own mind unconsciously conjuring up a similar vision to Dustin’s.

“So what then?” Steve asked. “You think he just got up and walked away?”

“That’s not what I’m saying!” Dustin shouted back, voice breaking. 

“Guys!” Robin interjected, holding up her hands to stop the arguing. “I don’t mean to be a downer, but this hole is getting smaller.” She said hastily, pointing towards the gate. “Who knows when it’ll close completely. What if it gets halfway and just snaps shut like the gate in that movie with the hunky archaeologist?” 

She looked at Steve, brows furrowed and mouth a thin line as they made a silent decision.

“Robin’s right. We need to get out of here.” Steve agreed solemnly. 

“Not without Eddie!” Dustin countered as Nancy stepped forward to place a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“We can’t fucking find Eddie, man!” Steve shouted, grabbing at the rope they’d thrown through the gate to replace the sheet Eddie had cut off.

“Exactly!” Dustin cried, voice thick with emotion. “Maybe… Maybe he did walk away. What if he’s alive? You’re just gonna’ trap him in there?” 

“Look!” Nancy interjected suddenly. Pointing upwards towards Steve’s feet in the Upside Down. The man turned around himself wildly, patting at his clothes.

“What?” He asked quickly when he realized she wasn’t pointing directly at him and there was no little creepy creature on his shoulder.

“What is that? By your feet? Is that blood?” She asked shakily. Continuing to point as Steve and Robin both turned to look at the floor

“I don’t… Oh shit look!” Steve gasped, his own hand pointing at the blood Nancy had spotted. Following it with his finger in a trail down the hallway. He looked up at Robin and they stared at one another for a startled second before he ripped away his gaze. “Eddie?” He asked as he began to move. Robin on his heels as they both started to shout. “Eddie?”

“Eddie!” Robin called, as they swung around the corner into the bedroom. Both falling silent, disappointment poignant as they registered the empty room.

“It just ends.” Steve whispered, staring at the spot on the carpet when the trail seemed to stop dead.

“No it doesn’t, look!” Robin pointed excitedly! The mark of a bloody palm left on the cupboard next to the stained carpet. The door pulled closed all but an inch.

“Eddie?” Steve asked again, rushing forward and yanking the door open. His eyes widening at the sight of his friend squashed against the back wall of the closest. Sharp eyes slowly coming up to meet his. “Oh shit!” He called out excitedly. “He’s alive!”

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[imekitty]

Danny confronts his parents about the clones they've been experimenting on.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23

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"Have you heard from Vlad at all?"

Jack followed Maddie out of their bedroom and shut the door behind him. "Why would Vlad say anything to me?"

"He said he'd send a text when he finalized all the configurations for the new Danielle clones." Maddie looked at her blank phone screen. "I guess I'm just excited."

Jack's shoulders fell. He did not want to think about the new set of clones Maddie had ordered from Vlad.

They walked down the hall, past Danny's and Jazz's bedroom doors.

"Danny's home already," remarked Maddie as she held up an ecto-scanner. Danny's ecto-signature appeared in two locations on the screen, one in his bedroom and the other in the basement lab. "That's good, he really needs to get a good night's sleep. He's been going through a lot lately."

Jack held his tongue, knowing it was no use to remind her that she was the one orchestrating almost everything that had been happening to their son.

Down in the lab, clone 26 was lying on the main examination table right where they had left him earlier, wearing a hospital gown with his wrists and ankles secured in belted restraints. The clone stirred and groggily opened his eyes as Maddie approached. Jack hung back as he usually did. He hated this part, when the clone begged to be freed and Maddie told him no, no, he had to stay here and die.

The clone's eyes widened as Maddie hovered over him, her hood down and goggles up on top of her head. The clone began pulling against the belts, throwing his head wildly as he lifted his upper body off the table as far as he could. Maddie pressed one hand to his chest, forcing him back down.

"Sweetie, calm down," said Maddie, her voice hushed. "I know you're very confused and scared right now, but you're just going to hurt yourself if you struggle."

"What do you mean? What's going on?" The clone's breathing was erratic. "Why am I here? Mom? How did I get here?"

"We have a couple procedures planned for you tonight," said Maddie. "Just a couple, don't worry. Then we'll let you rest until tomorrow night."

The clone stared at her, all fight stopped for the moment. "Procedures?"

"Yes," said Maddie. "Because you're a ghost hybrid, and there is so much more about you that we want to learn."

The clone's eyes widened with shock and panic, as they always did. "You know I'm a ghost?"

"We do," said Maddie, taking the clone's hand in hers.

The clone's gaze moved to Jack. Jack looked away, squeezing and massaging his jaw with one hand.

"What are you going to do to me?" asked the clone, struggling more against the belts. "Why have you brought me here? You know I'm your son, don't you?"

"No, you're not," said Maddie.

The clone froze up. "I am. You know I am."

"No, honey, you're a clone," said Maddie, brushing his bangs out of his eyes. "You're a nearly perfect clone of our son."

The clone stared at her in dumbfounded silence.

"We're going to tell you the truth before we start tonight's work," said Maddie. "You can ask any questions, and we'll answer them. You deserve that much, at least."

Jack grimaced. He hated when she included him like that, using the word "we" when he didn't want to be here at all. At this point, the only reason he continued to join Maddie in this cruel line of experimentation was to ensure she didn't take it too far.

Or at least, that was what he kept telling himself.

"The truth about what?" asked the clone.

"Your ghost powers," said Maddie. "The reason you're a ghost hybrid is because we configured the ghost portal to rearrange the molecular structure of your DNA."

"What—no, you wouldn't do that." The clone fiercely shook his head.

"We had to," said Maddie, her tone soothing. "You had the right DNA that could be stabilized after an ectoplasmic mutation. We tried looking for others, but you were the only one. We had no choice."

"No choice?" spat the clone. "Why did you need to turn me into a ghost at all?"

"For our research, sweetie. You know how crucial our research is."

"Crucial for what? How is this going to help anyone?"

"Oh, so many ways! Health care applications for improved surgery that uses invisibility instead of invasive scopes and expensive MRIs and CT scans, intangibility instead of incisions that can get infected. Military applications for super soldiers enhanced with ghost powers—"

"You can't be serious," said the clone. "You're experimenting on your own son so you can find ways to sell ghost powers to other people?"

"You are not our son," said Maddie. "You remember how Vlad attempted to clone you and created Danielle, right? Well, he didn't actually fail. We asked him to clone Danny so we could experiment on his clones without harming the real Danny." Maddie ruffled the clone's hair. "You are one of those clones, sweetheart."

The clone jerked his head away. "I'm not a clone."

"I know you don't believe it. You're not supposed to believe it," said Maddie. "You're supposed to believe you're the real Danny. That's the only way we can get the most accurate data for our research. And you want to help us with our research, don't you?"

"I'm not a clone." The clone shook his head. "Let me go, let me leave."

"We can't do that," said Maddie. "There can only be one Danny. You have to stay here, and you can't leave."

"I'm Danny," the clone insisted with tears in his eyes. "I am your son."

"Danny is upstairs in his room." Maddie pointed to the ceiling. "You're down here in the lab because you're his clone."

"No, you're wrong," said the clone. "I'm not upstairs. I'm here with you. I've always lived in this house with you."

"Sweetie, those memories you have of living here before today aren't real," said Maddie. "You didn't exist until this morning. You had never been to this house before until this afternoon when Vlad brought you here."

"They're real memories," asserted the clone. "I was hanging out with Dad in the lab earlier today when he showed me the Ecto-Dejecto."

Jack's brow creased. Yes, he did indeed show Danny the Ecto-Dejecto that very day so he could later use it to stabilize Danielle, but it was impossible for the clone to know that. The last time Vlad took an updated DNA sample from Danny was over a month ago. The clone's last memories should not and could not be this recent.

A sinking weight dropped deep into Jack's gut as he stared at the clone, noticing for the first time a scar right behind his ear, the same scar Danny had. But the clones were supposed to have unblemished skin, untouched and new.

The clone continued speaking, "And then I went to hang out with Sam and Tucker—"

"No, sweetie," said Maddie. "Those memories you have aren't real. The only reason you have them is because you're an almost perfect copy of the real Danny, including his memories."

"I am the real Danny."

"No, you're not."

"How can you say that? How can you know that for sure?"

The clone's expression was angry, something Jack had never seen before. The clones were usually frightened or hurt, not angry.

"How do you know I'm not the real Danny?" demanded the clone.

"Because of the tattoo on your arm," said Maddie. "Here, let me show you."

Maddie pulled up the right sleeve of the clone's hospital gown, just as she had done twenty-five times before. But there was nothing but skin, no tattooed 26 on the clone's upper arm that Jack definitely remembered seeing when Vlad first delivered the clone.

All blood drained from Jack's face as Maddie screamed and jumped back, her hand clamped over her mouth. Danny's angry expression broke into a wicked smile.

"I told you I was the real Danny," he said.

Maddie's other hand shot up over her mouth as she shook her head furiously. Jack was frozen in place, unable even to tremble.

Danny sat up, slipping out of all four belt restraints and jumping off the table onto the floor. He changed into his ghost form, black and white jumpsuit replacing the hospital gown.

"Did you really think I wouldn't figure it out?" he asked. "Did you really think you could make Vlad clone me twenty-six times and I would just never know?"

He started walking toward Maddie with slow steps. Maddie stepped back each time, still covering her mouth as she watched him come closer.

"Did you think I was too stupid to figure it out?" Danny paused, chuckling darkly. "I guess maybe you're right. I guess I was too stupid to figure it out. You were able to experiment on me and torture me and—and kill me twenty-five times and I was too stupid to realize it until now."

Maddie cowered, hunching her shoulders and covering more of her face with her hands.

"And you were going to kill me a twenty-sixth time tonight," yelled Danny. "And you—" He turned to Jack with a snarl. "You were just going to stand there and let her."

Jack held up his shaking hands in defense, but he could not think of a good reply. He could only meet Danny's hate-filled eyes, trying to somehow communicate just how sorry he was.

"You and Vlad both," muttered Danny. "You'll both just do anything for her, won't you? You'll even kill for her."

"Danny," Maddie gasped out. "Danny, listen, I'm sorry—"

"No, you're not sorry," roared Danny, turning and pointing an accusatory finger at her. "Don't say you're sorry. If you were sorry, you would've stopped a long time ago." He choked, his voice losing strength as he stifled a sob. "If you really cared about me—" He sucked in a deep breath. "If you really loved me, you would've never done this."

"Danny, I do love you." Maddie clasped her hands as tears streamed down her face. "So much."

"How can you say that?" demanded Danny. "How can you look me in the eyes after everything you've done to me and say that?"

His fists glowed with ectoplasmic light as he stomped toward Maddie, backing her up against a wall. Maddie whimpered and curled in on herself.

Jack stared at her, frozen with shock.

She was scared.

He had never seen her look so scared before. In fact, he wasn't sure he had ever seen her show any sign of fear at all.

And Jack realized he was also afraid, because Danny could very easily kill both of them right now and they would be powerless against him.

His gut sank and twisted with the horror of what they had turned their son into.

"Danny, please," bleated Maddie. "I'm your mother."

"You're right, you are my mother." Tears began falling down Danny's face. "Which is why I can't believe you would do this to me. My life has been hell ever since I became—this." He used one gloved hand to gesture to himself, top to bottom. "Fighting ghosts, protecting the town—it's been painful and terrifying and exhausting."

Danny's tears were coming fast and hot now. Maddie continued to whimper while Jack stayed still.

"But I kept doing it because…I thought I had to," continued Danny. "I thought it was my fault that all of these ghosts were coming in through the portal and invading our town. But now I find out that…you did this to me. It was never my fault; you set me up to do it. You wanted me to do it—you were counting on me to do it."

Danny sobbed, covering his eyes with his hands as his body shook. Maddie looked at Jack, begging him for help. But Jack could only stare back.

"This whole time." Danny uncovered his eyes now swollen with ectoplasm. "You've been pulling strings, watching me like I'm a marionette in your sick puppet show. And you made me afraid of you. You pretended to hunt me down and you would actually shoot at me so I would believe that I really was a freak and I could never trust anyone with my secret."

Danny lowered his eyes, his face drenched with tears.

"You made me believe that I couldn't trust you, my own parents," he whispered. He then raised his eyes, which flashed green. "But I guess I was right about that after all, wasn't I?"

He came close to Maddie, raising both of his glowing fists. Maddie pressed her back to the wall and held up her hands in front of her face.

"Are you going to kill me?" blubbered Maddie.

Danny stared at her for a long, long time.

Then his fists opened, their green glow disappearing as his whole body relaxed.

"No," he said with a soft shake of his head. "Of course not. Because you are my mother."

Danny glanced up at the ceiling, more tears glistening on the lower edge of his eyes. He sniffled and brought his gaze back down to Maddie.

"I hate that my own mother could do this to me," Danny continued, his words strangled, "but I can't hurt you. Obviously you're more than willing to hurt me, but…I can't." His eyes hardened. "But I'm not letting you hurt me ever again. Whether it's the real me or a clone of me, I won't allow it."

Danny looked up at the ceiling again, but this time in a very particular direction, up toward his room. Jack took notice of the look, and he could see Maddie also noticed, her brows drawing together in scrutiny.

"Where is the clone?" Maddie's voice was suddenly much stronger as she straightened her back and stood taller. "Clone 26, where is he?"

Danny's eyes once again returned to her. He frowned but did not reply.

"Vlad delivered him this afternoon," said Maddie. "I saw the tattoo on his arm with my own eyes. Where is he now?"

Danny stiffened. "You don't need to know that."

"I do," said Maddie. "You won't let us experiment on any more clones, fine. We'll stop. But that clone cannot be allowed to exist."

Danny's eyes twitched, his jaw clenching.

"We have to kill him, Danny," said Maddie.

"No," said Danny with a firm shake of his head. "You are not going anywhere near him."

"We can't let a clone of you run around freely, Danny," said Maddie. "People would notice. How would we even explain that? It would only be a matter of time before the police or the Guys in White figure out that you're a ghost hybrid, and then you'd be taken away for far worse experimentation."

"Don't pretend like you care about what happens to me," spat Danny. "You just don't want them to find out what you've been doing."

"You know I'm right," retorted Maddie. "There can't be two of you."

"Then kill me." Danny held out his arms in offering. "Do it."

Maddie's mouth fell open. "Danny—no, I'm not going to kill you."

"Why not?" asked Danny. "If only one Danny is allowed to exist, then why does it have to be me?"

"Because you are Danny. The clone is no one."

"But isn't the clone a perfect copy of me? With all my memories?"

"Most, not all of them."

"He's good enough, isn't he?"

Danny glared at Maddie, still holding his arms out, ready and waiting for her to come at him. Maddie did not move, simply stared back in tense silence. Jack watched, wondering for a moment if she might actually do it, if she might actually grab an ecto-gun and blast a hole through Danny's chest.

Jack was ready to throw himself in front of Danny if she tried.

"The clone must die, Danny," said Maddie. "That's why he was created. That's his purpose."

"So now you think you can just assign people purposes?" asked Danny. "Does this sick little game make you feel like God?" Danny pressed a palm to his chest. "What's my purpose, Mom? Have I been giving you everything you wanted? Or am I a failed experiment now?"

Maddie narrowed her eyes. "The clone has to die, Danny."

Danny shook his head. "No."

"Danny."

"No."

Danny shot up into the air, soaring straight through the lab ceiling and disappearing. Maddie bolted toward the stairs to follow him.

"Maddie." Jack grabbed her arm before she could get too far up the stairs, forcing her to stumble back down onto the main floor.

"Jack." Maddie struggled in his grip. "Let me go, Jack."

Jack kept a tight hold on her, using all his strength to keep her from getting away. "Maddie, what are you planning on doing?"

"We have to kill the clone, Jack," said Maddie, sounding panicked. "We can't let Danny help him escape."

"But why? Why do we have to kill the clone?" asked Jack.

Maddie glared at him. "You know why. I shouldn't have to explain this to you."

"Maddie." Jack took hold of her other arm and forced her to face him. "But maybe we shouldn't, Maddie."

Maddie stopped struggling and became still, unblinking.

"Maybe we shouldn't kill the clone?" said Maddie. "Are you saying we should kill the real Danny? Like he asked us to? Remove the clone's tattoo and just rewrite our son with a copy?"

Jack balked and slacked his grip on her arms, but she did not try to break away.

"The clone's earliest memories will be from a few weeks ago." Maddie nodded as she spoke. "Clone 26 won't remember any of this. We could continue our experiments and Vlad could continue creating new clones and we'd just have to be more careful and watch the new Danny a lot more closely, make sure he never discovers the truth again—"

"Would you listen to yourself?" Jack shouted in her face. "Are you fucking insane? We are not going to kill the real Danny just so you can keep fucking with his clones."

He shook her, causing her head to snap back, her eyes wide as she stared up at him, frozen.

"It's over, Maddie," yelled Jack. "It has to be over now."

Maddie stayed frozen a little longer. Jack waited for her to move, to respond in some way, never letting go of her arms.

"You're right," murmured Maddie. "He's my baby. I carried him inside of me—he was part of me for nine months. The clone was never part of me no matter how much he looks and acts like the real Danny. I can't kill my boy, never."

She started crying. Jack felt a twinge, a strange urge to comfort her even though he knew she didn't deserve it.

"But the clone still has to die, Jack." Maddie used the heel of her hand to wipe her eyes and locked her gaze with Jack's. "And you know it."

Jack stared back at her, the scientist inside of him activating. Because as much as he hated to admit it, he did know it. The clone was an abomination, an affront to the natural order, an entity that was never supposed to exist in the first place.

And Danny himself would be in danger of being discovered and taken away if the clone was allowed to exist as its own person.

Yes, the clone did have to die. It was the only way to protect the real Danny.

And the only way to stay out of prison.

Jack loosened his hold on Maddie and watched as she ran up the stairs, numb and empty.

And then he breathed deep and ran up after her.

Just one last time. One final murder.

Part 25

[topaz-carbuncle]

OC in 15: Valerie Michaelis

rules: share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Thank you for the tag @crownleys! <3

I have been missing Val and Nate a lot recently, so it's been fun to go through my older stuff for this, especially as she's the OC who got the most love so far in terms of written dialogue!

Dialogue from posted works will be marked with " <x>"!

1: "Nate...I'm sorry, but I couldn't just sit and hide while you got hurt, especially not because of me. I might not be anything special, like you four are, but do you think I could bear to stand by and watch you get hurt either? I know that you are trying to protect me and I appreciate that so much…But you need to let me work with you, as a team. You need to trust that I can do this, that I can be a part of your world." <x>

2: “I promise. I’m sorry for worrying you, I just couldn’t bear the thought of losing you,” she gives him a watery giggle, a giggle that transforms into a shy smile as he raises a neat eyebrow at her- urging her to continue, “we really make quite the pair, don’t we? Constantly worried for the other, to the point of ignoring our own safety and how it would affect those around us.” <x>

3: As if on cue, Val’s melodic voice cuts through Adam’s rant before Nate could even raise a hand to interrupt him. “Aww, you do care about me!” <x>

4: With her hands still on his chest, she looks up at him bashfully, biting her lip as she considers her words. “Is this a bad time to admit that, despite being the one to suggest that we come to the beach, I don’t actually know how to swim…?” <x>

5: “Well, most children who have parents to take them on holiday probably do.” She struggles to keep the bitterness out of her voice, wincing slightly as she sees the sadness in Nate’s eyes, the same sadness that plagues him whenever she brought up her childhood...Or lack thereof. “But this is my first holiday! My first family holiday, so it would be nice if one of you could teach me…?” <x>

6: “Punishment… what punishment?” Before she can fully register the situation, a cold gust of wind brushes past her as she stares up at Mason in confusion, slowly realising that her vampiric defence had vanished from in front of her. “Wait… Et tu, Nate?” <x>

7: “I’m not exactly sure where to start,” Val runs her hands through her hair as she paces, the action doing very little to bring her comfort as she tries to pull at the stitches holding her heart and mind together, “or how to start actually… This might take a while. It might take a few days.” <x>

8: “No, she didn’t know. I had changed my emergency contact for the hospital to Tina a few years before that. If Mum knew…she certainly never visited, so there's a good chance she doesn’t know at all. She can’t know, Nate. I’m sorry to throw all this onto you like that.” <x>

9: She cocks an eyebrow up at him before giving him her best dramatic gasp, her hand planted on her chest, "Agent Sewell, do you mean to tell me that you've been snooping through my possessions? What would the others say?"

10: "Yeah well...It's about to sound a lot more like begging in roughly 2 minutes if that disgusting spider isn't dealt with. Are you all here to watch, or can one of you do something since Adam is more content to be a pain in the arse?"

11: "Are you proposing to me, Agent Sewell?" She peers up at him through her eyelashes, the humour in her voice falters as hope takes over.

12: "Am I doing this right?" She breathes out a small laugh at the adorably confused look he sends her way. "I'm not doing a very good job at coherently starting my sentence. It's just… I'm worried that I don't know how to love properly, it's not like I had an example to follow while growing up."

13: “A lot of people prefer putting their thoughts out for the public to read. This can work out well for me when the station finds evidence out in the virtual open like this, you have no idea how many people incriminate themselves through this. Books can be burnt, but this? This stuff is forever, so uh…be careful if you plan on committing any crimes and then posting about it online.”

14: "And you are a powerful man, Agent Sewell."

15: "...Yes Nathaniel ?" <x>

Tagging: @serenpedac @lucysarah-c, @humanitys-strongest-bamf, @youre-ackermine, @l3visthighs! (i'm not sure if some of you have oc's that you write for, but it could be fun to show some "reader" dialogues as well / instead of! <3)

[spookietrex]

Story Time with Spookie!

So let me just tell you a kind of infuriating, kind of funny story about mental health hospitalizations. (If you're only here for the funny bits, stick to the last 5 paragraphs!) This is a true story that I experienced. Names have been changed.

Tw: sexual abuse, involuntary mental health hospitalization, stalking

So for context, I am an ambulatory wheelchair user due to hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos, POTS, and fibromyalgia. I have severe PTSD from multiple incidents, borderline personality disorder, autism (but mask almost automatically due to my trauma. I did extremely well in society before my autistic burnout. I am now experiencing severe symptoms), shaking/tremors/possible seizures (current diagnosis is functional neurological disorder but I have severe cognitive decline. Now find simple children's math books complicated (spent 45 minutes on one problem today in a number puzzle workbook for ages 7+), severe depression/anxiety, but most importantly I have severe trust issues with medical professionals because they keep involuntarily hospitalizing me when I, my wife, my therapist have both told them it doesn't help. When I am triggered/scared, I have PNES where I can't walk. Like at all. I will fall and hurt myself. (I also have POTS).

So I go to the hospital got some unrelated reason and they decide that I'm suicidal because I have a history as a kid and I have passive suicidal ideation controlled by a therapist (my exact words). They keep me for 2 days at one facility no AMA (barely feed me anything I'll actually eat. I'm a vegan), only at certain times was I allowed to to have any comfort items (my fuzzy blanket, was brand new, my phone, etc), they make up lies and decide my health even when I am honest (lmao they literally wrote in my medical record that i threw up on purpose, but they focus on the fact that I use marijuana for pain. Even though I have my medical card.) then tell me I'll be moved upstairs to the psych unit to "finish my psych hold, " where my wife will be allowed to visit me for one hour two times per week. So I'm annoyed but whatever. I know the plan. They tell me they're going to move me at midnight; plenty of time for my wife to get back from work. Nope, they suddenly tell me at 9:30pm the ambulance is on its way to take me to the new hospital. I start freaking out but am doing my best to not do things that will make me stay longer. I make them wait for my wife to say goodbye and deny all my sleep meds and request an Ativan so that I do not have a major meltdown at the new hospital. The entire time, I am shaking nonstop. I am barely aware of my surroundings. I am sweating like crazy and the EMT is very concerned. I ask to leave but am denied.

We finally get to the hospital (10:30pm) and they hand me paperwork to sign in and tell me they will not engage with me unless I sign. I ask if that means I can leave. She says no. I am forced to sign the paperwork voluntarily admitting myself despite actively voicing concerns. (1:30am)

The nurse is nice enough but she is distracted because another man is actively detoxing. She asks about trauma history and because I am exhausted and hope it helps, I tell her about my messed up childhood and my story. She validates me and leaves due to another patient (3:00am) tells me she has to take the fuzzy blanket for now but I should be able to get it back. Another lady comes in to take the fuzzy blanket. I am having a meltdown and shaking so badly I can't stand. She tells me to hand it to her. I gently toss it to her because I can't move. She yells at me. I tell her I'm having a seizure andcan'twalk. She says "no you're not" I repeated that I needed a wheelchair. She checked with the nurse and came back with a wheelchair. (4:30am)

Ended up on the psychosis unit because I told my doctor I was seeing color swirls that weren't there. (Kaleidoscope vision before migraine) The nurses on the unit laugh in my face when I ask about the fuzzy blanket. (6am) The bed was uncomfortable and I had no privacy. At this point, I'd been awake 24 hours so I slept. I got in trouble for sleeping 🥴

The worst part and the reason for this story there was this male patient that arrived on like my second or third day. He just walked into my room when I was laying down reading and stared at me for a while. I screamed at him to get tfo of my room. My roommate heard me yelling and came to help. He finally left but muttered something along the lines of, "I can do whatever the f--- I want. It's my f---ing room." This alarmed me so I alerted staff. They rolled their eyes and said, "That's just Billy. He doesn't mean any harm."

The next day, I am in the common room talking to someone, Billy comes up to me multiple times after I tell him to please leave me alone. He writes down his phone number on a piece of paper and tries to give it to me multiple times after he sees me accept my roommate's information. It happens in groups. Staff does nothing. It's not just me he's bothering but he's clearly targeting and following me. Other people notice and report it to staff. He did this for a few more days before I finally snapped. I yelled. I yelled really loudly to get the f--- away from me. I said it multiple times (I wanna say like 10) and staff did nothing before my roommate (again) told them I was yelling and to get him away from me. They gave Billy a shot for that.

That night I couldn't sleep. I was rolling through the hall with my wheelchair around 3am and heard the sound of a male masturbating. I rolled myself up to the counter wanting pain meds because my entire body was in pain and Billy's roommate Lamar was up at the counter asking to use the bathroom because his roommate was masturbating in theirs. (Ew).

The next day was the night before I found out I was leaving. I spent the day talking to group members that I liked and exchanging contact information and coloring. He again tried to offer me his information but I stayed with an easy way out or a barrier between him and I. Billy went out for a cigarette break with the rest of the group around 6pm. I sat inside with Aqua. We noticed that there was some commotion outside. Later, we learned from another group member, Levi, that Billy had gotten close to a dissociative girl, unzipped her jacket, and grabbed her breasts. She tried to push him off of her but didn't have much success. Lamar saw this and punched him off of her. Staff shoved Billy back inside.

Okay for this next part: there were a few people who knew I could walk but most of the group members had no idea. I had a fall risk bracelet (I am). So I'm sitting in the corner with Aqua also blocked in. Billy comes charging in and beeline directly for me. I have had it at this point. I have told him and told him. I scream louder than I have screamed at this facility to get the f--- away from me. This does not work. I get louder and louder until I am filled with adrenaline and no longer give a shit about whether I fall on my face (but am pretty confident I won't). I stand and take a step forward and shout so loud that the smokers could hear me through the glass outside. Staff comes running. Billy is looking shocked and the only thing that comes out of his mouth is, "Hallelujah. It's a miracle. You can stand." I am seething and am ready to tear this man apart just as staff arrives to take him away. I sit down in my wheelchair and stare at Aqua, slow blinking, aghast at what just happened.

[1lostsoul0fishbowl]

for the challenge, eddie munson ;)

You got it! 😄 thanks, this was fun!!!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Not sure where my folks got Edward from, but my middle name is Wayne after my favorite old Pops.

2. When’s the last time you cried?

Damn, straight for the jugular, huh. I cry all the stinkin’ time. I cried this morning because our kitten Lucy tried to jump up on the counter and missed, and I was afraid she got hurt. STOP LAUGHING AT ME. SHE’S SO LITTLE SHE COULD’VE REALLY HURT HERSELF!

3. Any kids?

Not yet! Chrissy and I are working on it 😜

4. Do you use sarcasm?

Who, me?! Never! I wouldn’t dream of it!

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their hair. I know, it’s weird. I can’t explain it.

6. What’s your eye color?

“Chocolate button”, apparently.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Prior to 1986 I would’ve said there’s no such thing as happy endings, so scary movies all the way. But now… well, marrying Chrissy sure seems like my story had a happy ending!

8. Any special talents?

Playing guitar— I’m learning to build them, too— and writing sick-ass DnD campaigns.

9. Where were you born?

In a hospital. Ha, sarcasm again!

10. What are your hobbies?

Besides guitar and DnD, I’d say reading, learning to cook, and apparently chaperoning my little sheepies when they go on dates. (Thanks for that one, Hop!)

11. Do you have any pets?

Just Lucy— aka Lucifer Dio Cunningham-Munson, Ruler of the Shadowlands, Mascot of Metal. She’s so stinkin’ cute.

12. Any sports you play?

Sports are for suckers! *blows raspberry*

13. How tall are you?

I don’t actually know? I think I’m about 6 feet tall. Chrissy, how tall am I? (She knows, cause she’s tiny and she’s jealous of my height.)

14. What’s your favorite subject?

You’d never know it by my old report cards, but I liked science and history. I would’ve liked English class better if they didn’t make us read such LAME books.

15. What’s your dream job?

Rock star!

Losty answers as your choice of character

[bluefrogbubbles]

Ok so, I went to the hospital a few hours ago. Around 1:30 in the morning. Got home about twenty minutes ago, about 7:10 AM. I threw up because I made the mistake of looking when they were taking blood. They stole meh fuckin blood. Got stabbed by that tube thing they put in your vein in your inner elbow, or hand, depends on where the good vein is. Idk how that shit works but like, they struggled to find my good vein. I took disgusting tasting medicine. Had a drip bag thing to hydrate me because I was dehydrated. Yay. Got a chest X-Ray. Found out the reason I can't lay down in my bed is because of all the shit in my lungs. I don't have covid. I ain't pregnant. Thank fuck for that. I'd wanna know what the fuck happened for me to be pregnant. And I don't have pneumonia. I do, however, have a viral infection. I do not recommend. And just a heads up for anyone who hasn't had a tube thing in their vein before. It hurts more when they take it out. They also said I'm Tachycardic. So, yay. Anyway. I'm going to sleep now because fuck I'm tired. I got like, a couple minutes, maybe, of sleep while at the hospital.

[quillarchive]

The last few weeks, y'all

My mother keeps saying it's been a "tough karma weekend" and I just want to shake her and ask her does the understand that implies I deserve it??? Does she think I am a horrible person??

Anyway

Last May, I felt like I had a really nasty uti (called a "bladder infection" colloquially where I live). I went to the doc, given antibiotics of the general kind, and was tested for an actual UTI. Never got results. Called, never got an answer, etc.

Continue to be sick through June and July. With the return to work looming, I went to my regular doc in mid-July. I was given antibiotics and a test to see if there was a UTI.

The techs on the test accidentally tore the name label, making the final "e" of my last name disappear, so the test could not be run.

Doctor is making noise about cancer being more important to check for than running another infection check, and I'm referred to a specialist. He talks cancer (I'm cool, this is fine, this is fine, I mean, someone at my workplace was literally fired for missing too many days due to cancer without enough "evidence" last year, but I'm SURE IT WILL BE FINE) , then orders a CT scan and finds a HUGE KIDNEY STONE in my right kidney.

16 mm, if you are a kidney stone aficionado like myself. A stone must be under 5 mm to have a chance of passing on its own.

Now first, I have had about a dozen stones over the last 20 years, but this one was in the kidney, so it didn't hurt like a stone. It was just screwing stuff up in there, thus making the painful and sick UTI symptoms.

Secondly, this should have been dealt with back in March but whatEVS.

I put off the surgery for a few weeks because we're back to work and being out in the beginning of the year is a nightmare.

August 28, I have the procedure to break up the stone and a stent put in.

August 29, I know that something is Not Right because I am in constant, throbbing pain.

August 30, I call the doc and am, of course, completely dismissed about the whole pain issue. "That's normal" the nurse says before basically hanging up on me.

Sept. 7, 9:15 am. The stent is removed at the doctor's office. The relief is incalculable because that thing hurt like a MOTHER every second of every day.

By 1:00 I know that something is, once again, Very Wrong, because THIS time I have the HELLA OW back pain that is a kidney stone in the ol' tubes AND feel like I am (TMI) still peeing boiling acid as I have since Aug. 29. And for a special bonus, there is vomiting. (There's no fever. I haven't run a fever in two decades. My body just Does Not Care to Try That Hard.)

Call doc, leave message. Call doc at 1, leave message. Call doc at 3, leave message. Decide fine, I will drive my deeply pained and probably shouldn't be driving ass 40 minutes to the hospital ER. (An ambulance ride would be 100s of dollars, even with my pretty good health insurance, and I've already spent several hundred on this situation in copays.)

Sitting in the ER with 1/4 of the city's population, the doc's office finally calls back around 4 pm and says, "With those symptoms, you need to go immediately to the AR."

SURPRISE BENCH I'M ALREADY HERE.

Wait in the ER and have a test now and again from ~4pm to 10:30 pm. (The hospital did make sure I paid my $150 ER copay even though they had done nothing for two hours at the time. Priorities.) Make nice with the nurses, trying to figure out why I have been given zero pain meds when I have been officially referred my by doctor for a kidney stone related issue. Find out about 9 they will not give me pain meds without a urinalysis.

My dudes, my laydees, my folks who have no time for the gender binary, I had no liquid left in my poor, dehydrated, screaming body. ALSO the drink machine in the ER is closed and I am there alone, so I can't send someone to brave the streets in search of some gosh darned water. THERE IS NO WATER TO DRINK EXCEPT THE BATHROOM TAP AND NOT A SINGLE CUP AVAILABLE TO THE ILL MASSES.

A kind nurse finally gets me a cup of ice water, which I gulp down because dammIT I am in pain. Finally, peeage happens around 10:00.

It takes more than an hour to run the test and find out, wow, I have a raging infection. By this time I have had an abdominal sonogram and a CT scan, so they KNOW I have a giant obstruction! WHY DID I NEED AN INFECTION TO GET PAINKILLERS.

So I'm sitting there, crying silently in pain because you know. And the skin on my face is RIDICULOUS and literally is BURNED BY MY TEARS so I look an especial mess and no one is checking on me but I am clearly making the other pathetic ER patrons uncomfortable. Finally, the nurse I had been very politely asking for updates throughout the night comes up and asks, "Are you ready to get out of here?" and moves me, bless her, to a weird little side room with a powerful "This used to be a closet vibe." I get painkillers a little before midnight. I have been in full kidney stone pain for 11 hours.

The nurses tell me the CT scan show a 1.6 centimeter stone in my tubage. I think, "Wait, that's hardly smaller than it was," before my American brain goes back to middle school math class and says, "WAIT THAT IS EXACTLY THE SAME AS 16 MM WHAT THE H E DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS?!"

At 1:30 AM I am moved to the room and told my doc will see me in the morning.

Doc arrives ~8 am. I have had nothing to drink since midnight, so I am hoping we get this show on the road. He tries to claim the original procedure "worked" because the stone is broken up it just, you know, all JAMMED ITSELF BACK INTO A BALL as soon as the stent was out and built a little campsite complete with RAGING FIRE so we are gonna have to have another procedure under full anesthesia to pull it out and put in another stent.

I was too tired to strangle him, so I am not in jail.

I am finally taken back for surgical prep and to sign my life away around 4. I sit around for hours and finally go back to surgery ~ 7 pm.

Friends, acquaintances, and mortal enemies, I was so fricking thirsty.

ANYWAY I'm back to my room, feeling grumpy because my version of getting high from "the good stuff" is becoming Oscar the Grouch Minus Trashcan. I never get to feel all floaty and nice. Because life is a bench.

By the next morning, it is absolutely clear to me that something was VERY WRONG with the previous stent because THIS one is mildly uncomfortable, and not HELLO KNIVES TO THE GUT by my doc is just still trying to claim the first surgery was a success even though it FAILED SO BADLY I HAD A SECOND SURGERY (complete with copay). But whatever, your girl is tired, I wanna go home.

I am driven home because one can't drive on The Good Stuff. I'm home about 2 pm on Saturday afternoon, and zonk out in front of the television. Hallelujah.

Friend gives me a ride to the ER parking lot on Sunday to get my car. This means I haven't taken pain pills, but I'm not feeling the need since there is, apparently, nothing wrong with this fnjdksbhkbgiywebubWOEING stent unlike the first one. We pull up, I hop out and turn the key in my lovely little toy car.

AND IT DOES NOT START.

IT HAS DIED JUST SITTING IN THE ER PARKING LOT.

WHAT THE HELL ROSALEE??? I THOUGHT WE LOVED EACH OTHER!! I KNOW I KEEP TOO MUCH JUNK IN THE BACKSEAT BUT THIS???

Now, I do not have my cellphone because I somehow didn't plug it in last night and it was dead this morning. I am blaming the grouchy morphine. My jumper cables are, I realize, hanging in my garage, and my friend doesn't have any. We take her car to go buy jumper cables. Return to the ER parking lot, where we have become an entertaining show for the security personnel stuck out by the front entrance, drinking coffee and most likely taking bets on jumping the toy battery inside my toy car, which is stupidly difficult to get hooked up to the cables.

While I am waging war, a lovely mechanic walks by (female presenting person by open car hood looking pitiful generally leads to this in my area, and I appreciate it) and finally! Rosalee is running!

My friend insists on following me back to the auto place Just in Case only she leaves her phone in my car somehow and I have NO phone and we completely misunderstand what was supposed to happen and lose each other to driving the 2 miles between ER and Auto Zone several times trying to figure out where the heckadoodle the other person IS.

Every time you go through the ER parking lot, it costs $2 to get out. Just. As a bonus.

BUT FINALLY we met up at the AutoZone, and of course my Toy Battery is only available in one premium style (because toy cars are a pain in the klodney; my toy car also comes with impossible-to-find TOY TIRES, I kid you not, do not trust online reviews and research when you are a vehicle luddite). But that's okay! It's fine! The wonderful, knowledgeable tech installs it, my friend and I part ways with only minimal frustrated crying, she has her phone, I have my car, and I DRIVE HOME TO MY HOUSE AND GO TO BED FOREVER AND EVER AMEN.

Except I have to get everything ready for work tomorrow, so.....I'm awake again.

And my mother keeps insisting it's a "bad karma experience" and I'm just

DO YOU THINK I AM A SERIAL KILLER OR SOMETHING I LITERALLY DO NOT SQUASH SPIDERS.

Anyway, have a nice week, everyone, I am going back to bed until 6 in the ack emma.

Bai.

[flowerxar]

questions from kam (they didn't make them but they are from her)

1. are you named after anyone?

no, mine and my siblings' names are unique on purpose :] i think my parents were smart for that

2. when was the last time you cried?

my memory is very bad but. if i'm right. the friday before last. i've gotten close after that though

3. do you have kids?

in my heart <3 (i am deeply emotionally attached to the fictional characters i create)

4. apparently there isn't a number 4. i wonder where this one got lost.

5. what sports do you play/have played?

aha. ahahaha. ha. i suck at sports and i am bad at them. i was in ballet when i was like 5 years old and i was put into a gymnastics class when i was? maybe 6 or 7? i didn't like it very much because having to stretch to reach my toes hurt. like a lot.

6. what's the first thing you notice about people?

probably hair. hair can tell a lot about a person. whether it's dyed, short, long, styled, messy, whatever. after that it's probably clothes

7. what's your eye color?

dark brown (the best one)

8. scary movies or happy endings?

scary movies AND happy endings. and scary movies with happy endings.

9. any special talents?

hmmmm i'm pretty funny. and oh i can be really really good at memorization when i want to be. also i'm double jointed which isn't really a talent but it wows people all the same

10. where were you born?

i almost answered this with the exact hospital name before i remembered to not do that. anyway. southern united states.

11. what are your hobbies?

creating fictional worlds inside my head and sharing and building upon them with my friends. mostly any other hobby i have ties into this directly like video games or writing.

12. do you have pets?

three!! one dog named chewy he's very sweet but he's got a skin condition :[ a black cat with one eye named lucifer who screams when you pick him up lr occasionally when you walk past him despite the fact he walks up to us and demands attention. and one calico cat named maui who is an absolute drama queen but she is very soft.

13. how tall are you?

technically i am 5'6 but i am only 5'6 when i manage to stand up straight (DIFFICULT) maybe i could even be 5'7 if my spine was fully straightened out like it's supposed to be.

14. favorite subject in school?

it's always been english :] english teachers liked me. but special shoutout to the piano class i took in 11th grade that rocked and now i have a piano

15. dream job?

author!! creative fictional writing. too bad the process of getting a book edited and published sounds like it would kill me.

um and then i think kam tagged pretty much everyone i know so i'm tagging crow @obsyddiansays and iced @icedtoastt again

[kaijuscientists]

@feralrookie tagged me in this, thank you!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

115

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

303,945

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now it's mostly Trigun. I have a few ideas I wanna do for Mob Psycho and JJK though, so i'll probably try to get those in between trigun fic.

But in the past i have mostly written for Good omens, the mandalorian, the old guard, the sandman and detroit become human.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

It's the Tenderness of it All (Good Omens)

Bloodfeather (Good Omens)

One Long Weekend (Final Fantasy XV)

Every so often, history repeats (The Sandman)

Bad Day (Overwatch)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

In the past i have not been good a replying to comments, but that is something that I want to get better at! And i have been doing better!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Experimentation is a hurt no comfort old guard fic, and that's as close to an angsty ending as i'll ever get.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most things i write end up with a happy ending tbh

8. Do you get hate on fic?

I’ve never gotten hate, per se. but I did once have someone copy my fic into a google doc, edit and change it to how they saw fit and then post a link to the gdoc in a comment on the fic.

9. Do you write smut?

A little bit!

10. Do you write crossovers?

I have written crossovers! I've got a lot of dincobb adjacent crossovers, and i have some good omens adajent as well, but that wasn't posted on my main.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

One of my Dincobb fics has been translated into Russian.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but depending on the story, ship and person, I could be open to collaborating on a fic.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

This is such a hard question honestly. I think i've written the most of dincobb, but it's hard to say they are my ultimate favorite

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but probably won't?

I started writing this dincobb meetugly fic, where Din accidentally hits Cobb with his car and is the only one to visit him in the hospital and they become friends and fall in love. But I don’t know if I’ll ever finished it :( the last season of Mando kinda soured me on the show. It’s nearly 5k so maybe one day I’ll get back to it.

or i'll rewrite it for a different ship.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I feel like i'm good at writing dialogue and i'm pretty good at getting a characters voice right.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I am just not good at writing any kind of complicated plots, I’m also not great at writing anything that’s not centered around hurt/comfort. I also feel like i'm weak when it comes to writing action.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

im indifferent.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I was writing digimon fanfiction before I even knew what fanfiction was.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

recently it's this one, written for whumtober

indulge me, just a little

it's short and sweet and i loved it a lot.

If you wanna do this, then go ahead!

[gnomeicecream]

Medical tw

Friday night my boyfriend came back to bed after a bath, said his side hurt. Fifteen minutes later we were in the car on the way to the ER because 'hurt' was now 'I cannot stand nor speak'.

Get settled in the ER intake waiting room, BF in a wheelchair cause walking is beyond him. Half hour or so later, talk to nurse 2 for further questions. Wait. BF soaked in sweat. The Nurse(tm) comes by asks why he is now on the floor, we say remaining upright was too painful. She goes and brings nurse 2 to the backroom. Another half hour and we are finally taken back to a room.

Do you think now, James will get pain meds, or at least an 'are you actively dying' check over? NO! We wait, they say it will take a bit for a doctor to get freed up. A hour passes. I go into the hall twice to try and get anyone to help us. This is the fuckIng ER! If he did have say, a ruptured organ internally bleeding he'd have been dead before anyone came and saw him. The nurses just say to wait.

Well sure the Doc took that long but the nurse that checked you in and placed him on a monitor would have-Again No! When i say no one saw us I mean no one.

Finally I just blocked off a nurse pushing a laundry cart and asked to see the doctor. Remember, BF is in 10 on the scale pain for this whole story, curled up and crying like a depressed shrimp. Laundry nurse suggests we ask our assigned nurse. I say we never got one. Within five minutes we not only have a nurse come in but several and a doctor not long after who got some pain meds ordered.

It is now 1 am. We left at say, 7. So tests, blood draws, CT scan, urine sample ect. The doc declares BF will be admit to the hospital. He has a white count of 22, dehydration, two hernias, fever, diverticulitis and is in late Covid. I left to sleep at 3 am.

(Bonus, the parking attendant is gone so I had free parking)

Aaanyway that was Friday night. It is now Monday at 5 so we are trying to get the latest update. Yesterday James was largely unchanged, high white count high pain fever and high heartrate. Had a hiccup where there was no one overnight with access to the pain cabinet so he went back up to 10.

That's all for now