#i also keep forgetting to call the doc dies

[goonsbrain]

so mad cuz my left ear has been blocked for the last 3 weeks and now when its getting better my right ear is suddenly blocked now as well

[autumnmist101]

Hermit Head-cannons

Hello! I've been wanting to share some of my hermitcraft head-cannons and seen @silly-st4rrr was wanting to see some. So, thank you to them for giving me a reason to share. <3

General Head-cannons:

Hybrid hermits can morph forms on command or intentionally keep certain parts of each form on them at all times. However, they can also morph or go into full form involuntarily from things like nightmares, flashbacks, or just being around similar creatures for too long.

All mammal hybrids must get vaccinations yearly.

Hybrids can form in a number of ways. Some formed from contact with a creature’s DNA, some are born with the form, while others have been. . . magically infused with a form.

Traffic life victors recall all memories and emotions and trauma from the games. Non-victors recall major parts and major emotions, however, forget most of what happened.

When someone perma-dies in the games, they are immediately teleported back to hermitcraft/empires.

All worlds are connected via void, however, can be traversed via rifts, portals, teleporting, and through a main hub with shopping areas. (how do you think hermits get new clothes?) Group/duo head-cannons:

Pearl and Grian were inseparable the first week she was on the server.

Hermit Parent Club (HPC): Doc, Keralis, Joe Hills, Impulse, Skizz, Tango, Bdubs, Stress, and Beef (newest member) meet once every 2 months.

Gem, Pearl, and Mumbo will make up problems for when anyone in the Hermit Parent Club needs to feel parental.

Mumbo still wants a tower building rematch with Gem, who refuses to give him one.

Boatem still has sleepovers together monthly.

Scar and Pearl have an avoidance of chorus fruit and refuse to explain why to Grian.

It is now a rule that the ZITS crew must take a minimum of iron armor to ‘naked whatever raiding’.

Mumbo and Pearl will secretly eat red-stone torches together. Mumbo is the supplier.

Joe will supply Mumbo with redstone when he needs it. (He doesn't ask why he needs it.)

Doc and Ren have been trying to create the perfect dog treat. Problem is neither of them can bake.

Pearl and Bdubs will confide in each other on days where they feel too tall/short.

Afab hermits meet for Ladies Night at least once a month.

Bdubs and Scar still call Cleo 'Mom' from time to time.

Cleo and Pearl will talk about the games and how they wish things could have been different in DL.

That's all for now. I do have individual hermit head-cannons, but this post is long enough. Hope you enjoyed! <3

[coolingrosa]

A question I've had since I've been watching ur Roseverse content is: In RV there's a clear divide between mortal Sanses and immortal Sanses from what I can see, especially when it was talked about in the pilot. This begs the question: Is Ink actually a mortal? Because it's canonical that Ink was once a *child* and *grew*, and it's also clear Ink is also still soulless in RV. If he isn't mortal and is indeed immortal, does that mean at one point every immortal Sans was once a child and *grew* up? If this is just a personal choice of writing/characterization I'm not critiquing or hating on it! It just intrigues me very much and raises some questions

Hello! I figured I would eventually get questions along these lines, and sometimes I forget people who arrived from the pilot wouldn’t know this, so here is some RoseVerse lore building that was in the OG lore doc:

Immortal beings are split into a wide variety of groups, species, and classification. There’s a hierarchy between them, with Fate and Destiny at the top and Player and Core Chara at the bottom, right below Core Frisk. For mortals, respect is given to all immortals. However, due to this hierarchy, those at the bottom are ignored or treated as less than by those with more power. It also means they have less connections to aging natural if you���re lower on the scale.

Player, Core Chara, and Core Frisk are examples of corrupted codes making them forever stuck at the age of when they became an immortal for the first time. They had to die in order to live forever- as they are kinda like Geno (their bodies are forever stuck in time and paused) So, they do not mature past the age they died nor grow. They are called Demi-gods in the lore- or simply deities.

With full Gods, it’s not about bloodline. You meet the qualifications of a god if you are immortal, and you posses power over a certain idea, function, or way of life that sways the lives of the mortals. Ex: Reaper isn’t considered a god just because he was born from another- but because he’s over the concept of Death and serves as a reaper. Some are created as adults while others are created as children. The Reapertale God structure is based off of Greek mythology where child Gods were still birthed/created and grew. Ink is not from Reapertale, and is ranked below the Reapertale gods, but he’s still considered a full god due to him being over creation.

Ink was a god that was created and popped into existence at four years old due to insufficient power from his creator. He had a soul as a child and when Error found him, he was also in the midst of still growing too, as Error was only nineteen. Gods completely reach maturity at 25 years old, and it takes them many centuries to actually reach that age, much longer than humans. It’s why little gods are not typically created without someone able to look after them- and they have a special aura about them that makes them latch onto the first person they see so they can grow. Call it a parasite…but that’s just how they are. Little Gods are still able to die, especially since they are so young. They aren’t in tune with their magic, and a fatal incident will kill them or leave them permanently disfigured. It’s a survival instinct and magical ability that keeps them safe and keeps their distracted godly parents hyper focused on them until they reach 13 and can primarily fend for themselves. (Keep in mind they are Gods. Though they don’t fully mature until 25, they are still able to fend for themselves a lot more than a fully adult human, even as children. Once they aren’t as delicate, the parents don’t constantly need to look after them- which is why Reaper was forced to start working more when he reached that age.)

Error latched onto Ink due to this aura, and became his older brother instantly bc he was overcome by the need to take care of Ink. Like reverse imprinting

He does genuinely care for Ink- don’t get it twisted. Even if Ink didn’t have that aura, Error would be less inclined to leave him behind. But in “Wilted”, Error would not have saved Ink from getting run over if Ink wasn’t an god child. However, he felt like his whole world was going to shatter if he didn’t save him- so he did.

It’s also why Error hasn’t recovered from Ink’s assumed death. Ink was only 11. He wasn’t ready to be on his own yet. Error feels like a failure both mentally and also instinct wise, and that grief is horrid and painful. He lost his baby, and failed as a guardian and a God by letting a godly child disappear like that. It’s…rough. Nightmare deals with a similar type of grief emotionally wise, but not so much instinct wise. He misses Ink everyday, but in a typical grief way (not belittling what he deals with. He mourns him greatly and loved him like his own kin. He’s just as hurt as Error is in that regard.) Error’s is just…more…extreme

How Ink lost his soul as an adult tho? Cant say that yet…

[rockkal]

HOMESTUCK BEYOND CANON NEXT UPD8(s) PREDICTIONS (I'm delusional, btw) /SHITPOST

We get to see Jack Noir be a pathetic little meow meow and has depression because he's too busy working at the mine coal to see his wife

The Felt come into the screen, also somehow snowman, and they all say "We voted for Obama" (this is very important homestuck lore, btw)

Brand new character called HEROIN ADDICT is introduced. Son of Karkat and Dave. Has a brother named John Egbert Strider Vantas

Clover flirts with Jane and gets sent to the weed dungeon. And not like the good weed. I mean like the weed that really feels like shit

Jake becomes new leader of the Felt and Crowbar becomes his dad (Crowbar dad AU, write that down, it'll be on the test)

We get to see Death, the character, talk with ULT Dirk and he brang along the Midnight Crew, Mom Lalonde B1 and Dad egbert because he thinks they're cool (also, Mom Lalonde and Dad Egbert kiss a lot in death's office and have tea and buscuits with the Midnight Crew)

CALIBORN COMES FOR A SINGLE PANEL AND MAKES JUNE OFFICIALLY TRANS! BECAUSE HE HATES JUNE AND HE HATES WOMEN SO HE COMBINES THE TWO THINGS HE HATES INTO ONE (this is a joke, btw. I honestly want June's transitioning to be more in character then just the gremlin guy I like does it for me)

Ms Paint. becomes narrator of both Candy and Meat and it's just a podcast about different types of paint

Something related to The Midnight Crew's creator, Professor Mayasaka or however the fuck ya spell it, something translated into midnight. Whatever. I just wanna see the professor man come in and do something

JANE REVIVES AIMLESS RENEGADE SOMEHOW AND HE GOES GOD TIER! (His Classpect is Mage of Blood because I say so)

Sollux and Eridan kissing

B

Roxy breaks the fourth wall and says "it's Roxy Lalonding time" and Roxy Lalondes all over the place

A bucket appears and yeah

We see Andrew Hussie in a bath robe

Terezi manages to give back the legal rights to Beyond Canon back to their creators (sorry, I forgot your name, mister cool homestuck guy. I forget easily :'(]

Vriska dies. (I hate Vriska! (In a Kismesis way))

Equius comes back to say "I require horse" and then he gets prototyped with the universe frog

Matchsticks gets a personality and we learn he wants to become an actual fire fighter and save people since he was a kid

Stitch becomes hella cool by partnering with Kanaya to beat the shit out of Dirk

Rose just stays Rose because I forgot she existed

21 again but with Dave

June Egbert gets two new dads and they're Eggs and Biscuits from The Felt because it reminds her of her dead dad's cakes

Diamonds Droogs/Draconian Dignitary x Dad Crocker 20 hour oiled up make out session flash animation

Calliope has a child with Roxy. (comment what ya think they would be called)

Dirk eats a baby (it's John Egbert Strider Vantas)

AR gets to have a robo body and becomes friends with AR and Aradia and also Aranea is there to keep them in check and they call eachother the "AR squad", but Aranea is the out cast because she is blue

Eden Gardner (homestuck OC of @springselkie) gets a mention.

Monkeys become relevant to the plot

Jack Noir gets to show us his stabs

Bold Eagles are Aimless Renegade's second power, because he's the only AMERUCAN character in homestuck

Jake gets a beard and celebrates by showing us his level 100 GYAT

What Pumpkin office remains is an important location in the story

Mommy Condie comes back and marries Earth C's version of Colonel sassacres

Freddy Fazber, new character, literally the best. Hor hor hor hor.

Something related to drugs, I guess (I'm running out of ideas)

Fortnite becomes canon and everyone loves it

Deltarune reference

Jack Noir eats money and becomes lamborghini

Jack Noir villain arc where he and June kiss (their kismesis, it's ok. They want to kill eachother)

Rose's wifi is STILL shitty! COME ON, IT'S BEEN 10 YEARS, FIX YOUR INTERNET CONNECTION, GURL!

Kanaya gets to make something Lord English related

We see Doc Scratch because he's awesome

Wayward Vagabond comes back from the grave and does ANOTHER revolution against monerchy. He is truly the best diplomat.

MLP gets mentioned

Problem Sleuth shows up for 5 panels and then dies

Nepeta gets to kill Pickle Inspector

Eridan smokes weed

[S] Terezi: Do the mackarena

Weed chapter

Karkat gets a period cramp

Something something Lord English in black void, becomes normal Caliborn, being room mates with Equius, Gamzee and AR (auto-responder)

Free Bird fight sequence

Joe Biden gets a mention because he was probably in office before the clown fuckers took over D.C. Washington

Cockaine chapter

MSPA reader gets hella blazed and yeah

Caliborn kisses a rule 63 version of a Miku body pillow

Pic Yaoi sequence or smth

Sawbuck stays a fat fuck and eats the earth at the end

Itchy dies from tripping on a rock

Doze unslows himself and does a break dance

Trace and Fin make out session

Quarters gets to shoot ULT Dirk and is declared a war veteran

Bog from RHG shows up to eat a chocolate bar

I'm high

Ok, that was the end of this dumb shitpost. Hope ya got a kick out of it. Or not.

Wait

Shit

I should probably add an image so that I could look cool

Give me a sec

Yes, God of Yaoi.

Perfect for this.

See ya

[angeart]

You say share AUs with you like that wouldn't be slightly intimidating xD

But :x AU where the Watchers steal Grian's voice (dunno why, haven't gotten that far), no talking no laughter no sound at all, and Grian acts like it's fine. It is! They have communicators! He can still talk to the hermits while X and Doc try and figure it out! Honestly he's close enough with some that facial expressions and gestures are enough to have a whole conversation sometimes. And bonus, he doesn't have to hold back his giggles when setting up a prank, Scar literally can't hear him laughing as he's tunneling under the base. .... but being in big groups is hard, he can't quip like he used to, by the time he's got a line halfway typed out the conversation moved on and the joke dies on his keyboard. (No hermit is excluding him on purpose!! Just, that's how talking flows and typing can't always keep up!) Can't hear him laugh but... can't hear him cry either.

I have nothing written, I haven't written in a loooong time, this just lives in my head. :x

-🎀

noo don't be intimidated. i'm harmless. i'm just a silly dummy. i love talking about aus and things. c'mere and share freely as much as you want! <3

OHHH mute grian! it's interesting that it also translates to any other noises. he can't cry! he can't laugh! (gathering this angst lovingly in my arms)

he can sob and nobody will hear it. he can hide and nobody will be any wiser. he— you know, he can't call for help, or call attention to himself, or even greet his friends. he can't call out scar's name, he can't say hi or bye to anyone. he needs eyes on him, or time to type and people's attention on the chat, and he doesn't always get those things.

(scar in particular forgets to check the chat, even when he's with grian. he sees him type, he just. he's a bit silly.) (grian has to make signs and meticulously place them and type on them to get scar to see any of his words, and even that has only like 50% chance of success.)

(he misses talking to scar.)

imagine cub gives him a bunch of custom horns. he means well. he tried to make some useful ones. but none of them feel like grian, or match quite what he wants to say.

his steps are still audible, but if he can't say a person's name or a greeting, he keeps accidentally sneaking up on people. he doesn't know how to alert them without it being absolutely ridiculous. they startle. mumbo especially lets out a loose comment directly after a scare, about how grian can't do that.

he doesn't mean it like that.

but maybe grian starts approaching hermits less.

[oskea93]

Keep it to Yourself (3 - Part one)

✶ DouglasBooth!Nikki Sixx x OC ✶

Warning: Cursing, physical violence A/N: Hey guys! So, this is kind of just a filler chapter that goes along with the last chapter. I promise things are gonna kick up soon and you'll get to see how everything goes down once Bryant is with Nikki 24/7. I just want to also say thank you to everyone that has been reading! You guys are amazing and I appreciate the love so much!!

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“Okay, well thanks for checking.”

I watched as Doc hung up the phone, his hand moving down his face in exhaustion. That was the fourth person he had called and there was still no sign of Nikki. “Haven’t seen him.” He muttered as he started to pace. “I don’t know who else to call or even know where to look. He could be halfway out of California right now for all I know.”

The party quickly died out after Nikki and I’s explosive reunion. Nobody was really in the mood to party anymore after having to dodge glass bottles and whatever else Nikki could get his hands on.

“I doubt he went very far –“ I started. “He’s high off his ass, Doc. He probably went back to his house to get even more loaded.” Doc shook his head. “You knew this was going to happen – You and I both knew he wouldn’t react well to seeing me.”

“Well, I thought he would have a change of heart.” He rushed. “The bastard hasn’t seen you in a few years – he was fucking infatuated with you – he fucking loved you.”

“She left his ass standing on the stoop outside of his house, Doc.” Vince interjected. “Would you be happy to see the woman that left you the way she left him? He was a fucking wreck because of Bryant – You think this time is going to be any different?”

I turned to look at the blonde, “Everyone forgets the fact that he’d been cheating for months.” Our eyes locked. “But yet I’m the asshole because I stood up for myself and left. I guess I should’ve been like the whores you get with that’ll stay no matter how many women you’re fucking.”

He puckered his lips, earning a laugh from the bimbo attached to his side.

Vince and I never had the type of friendship that I had with Mick and Tommy. We tolerated each other and that was it. I was there the day he showed up to Nikki’s apartment.  His girlfriend led the way into the living room – the arrogance flowing from her like a cheap perfume. She was your typical rich girl from the Valley, who was basically just with Vince to piss off her parents. She bought that son of a bitch anything he wanted – spending thousands of her parent’s money on the man. I guess the coke they spent so much time snorting damaged not only her brain cells but also her judgement.

I rolled my eyes in disgust before removing myself from the couch. Doc had retreated to the backyard, a portable phone pressed against his ear as he walked along the pools edge. I decided that this was my que to leave – taking matters into my own hands. I knew of some places that Nikki frequented when we were together. If he wasn’t at his house, then I would try those places. Unlucky for Doc, he was notorious for leaving his car keys in the ignition – easy access for anyone that wanted to take it. I threw my purse into the passenger seat before climbing in and starting the engine. I tore out of Vince’s driveway – speeding onto the freeway as the warm, night air whipped through my hair.

“You think this is okay – You look like you’re ten seconds away from the fucking grim reaper coming for your ass!” He rolled his eyes as he paced the kitchen – his fists balled up at his sides. “Doc called me and ask-“

“You fucking called her?” His eyes wild as he stared Doc down. “You fucking called her!”

“I had no other choice, Nikki.” Doc was terrified. “You’re getting worse every day and you won’t listen to anyone at this point. I had no other person to turn too - She’s your wife, Nikki.”

“Ex-wife.” Nikki and I spoke at the same time.

Doc let out a sigh, “Wife, ex-wife – It’s all the fucking same. You two were married – you were madly in love with each other. Yeah, it ended badly but I know for a fucking fact that Bryant still cares enough about you to not want to see you like this.”

I kept my eyes on Nikki, “If he wants to kill himself with a needle then that’s his fucking choice.”

“What!?” I winced as Doc grabbed onto my arm. “What’re you saying, Bryant?”

Nikki and I stared at each other – he was still fucked up, but I could see the hatred and emotion coursing through his green eyes. “Nikki’s a grown man, Doc. A grown man that’s acting like a little bitch because of all the trauma that’s fucked up his life. He thinks that a needle filled with a feel-good drug is gonna help his pathetic ass – then let him think that. Who am I to say anything – It’s not like I wasn’t there when the real creative juices were flowing – when Motley was at the top of their game. Nikki’s choice is to be a junky – a fucking junky who’s never gonna reach the top – just the bottom of a 6-foot hole and his name added to the overdose roster..."

I parked behind one of the cars that was here earlier – quickly getting out and running towards the stairs. The door was still unlocked, and the house was still a disaster. I didn’t bother calling out of for him – choosing to run up the stairs and into the bedroom. It was a shock to see the once bright room was now painted a dark red – Tiffany lamps with scarves over them casted a low light across the room. The state of the room matched that of downstairs – the only difference being the random dime bags and needles scattered around. The TV that sat in the corner displayed a shattered screen – looking as if a bullet had gone right through it. Doc had mentioned that Nikki would hallucinate, the drugs telling him that his house was being invaded.

“Where are you?” I whispered as I moved towards the notorious closet.

This was his spot – his safe space to do dangerous things. I took a deep breath before slowly pushing the wooden door – the sight causing my stomach to drop. A collection of used syringes and a revolver laid on the burnt carpet. Bullet holes that matched the one that was put in his TV were displayed on the walls around the small area. This was the room that possessed Nikki – lured him in like a siren out in the ocean. The closet was like a mistress – their relationship buried behind the heavy cathedral doors.

“Nikki!”

 My head shot up at the sound of the shrill voice. The female’s heavy heels slapped against the marble floor as she continued to scream his name out. I removed myself from the closet, walking out of his room as I looked over the banister. She was petite blonde girl – late teens – possibly early 20s. Her clothing was typical of those that hung out on the strip – black leather, short skirts, and tits out for the world to see.

“Nikki, please baby –“She wined as she searched. “I need you right now, baby.”

“He’s not here.”  

She stopped dead in here tracks, her eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. It was evident that she was one of his junky whores. She not only got to fuck around with Nikki – but she also got to indulge in the glamorous drugs that his fame brought in.  

Her face twisted into disgust, “Who the fuck are you?” Typical valley girl. “And how the fuck did you get in my boyfriend’s house?”

I couldn’t help but smirk as her feathers ruffled. It was cute that she thought Nikki cared about her. I pushed myself from the frame, slowly walking down the stairs. I kept my eyes on her as I took each step – her body twitching as the last of the drugs wore off.

My slightly taller frame stood over her, “I think the better questions is who are you?”

She shifted away – her mind trying to tell her to act normal but her body betraying her. “I’m Colette – Nikki’s girlfriend.” She spoke so surely. “Now – “ She cocked her hip to the side. “Tell me who the fuck you are and why are you in my fucking boyfriend’s house.”

I took a second, just looking at her and thinking what a shame it was that she was in the position she was in. Colette was a very pretty girl – probably came from a good family – actually graduated from high school and had a bright future ahead before she met Satan on the strip.

“How old are you?” I dodged her question.

She looked confused for a second, “19.”

Nikki – you fucking bastard.

“Why are you hanging around a 27-year-old man who’s addicted to ever drug known to man? You should be hanging out with your friends – going to college – not sleazing around on the strip looking for a fuck and a bump.”

“Nikki loves me-“

I let out a laugh, “You honestly think Nikki Sixx – big rockstar for Motley Crue – loves and cares about some little chick he met at a bar? Honey-“ I stepped closer. “The only thing that man loves right now is melted and injected into whatever vein he can find. You’re just a piece of ass to him – an easy fuck that he’s just gonna forget about when the drugs start to wear off. You and I both know you deserve way better than that – Don’t be one of those girls that are just hanging around and getting fucked up just to brag that you bagged Nikki Sixx.”

Maybe telling someone the cold truth wasn’t best when they’re coming down from drugs. Colette instantly broke down in tears – literally falling onto the floor as loud sobs left her body. I couldn’t help but just stand there for a second – to stunned to even do anything right away. I wasn’t expecting that kind of reaction – I was honestly waiting for her to start throwing punches or to cuss me out.

“Oh my God –“ I muttered as I pulled her off the floor. “I didn’t say those things to make you cry.” Mascara streaked down her face. “I was just trying to get you to understand that Nikki isn’t all he’s cracked up to be.” She was still crying – her eyes puffy and lipstick smeared as she wiped away the tears.

“Why do you even care?” Her voice cracking.

I took a deep breath, “ I was married to Nikki.” Her eyes connecting with mine. “We got together way before he formed Motley – back when things were less hazy. I was in your shoes at one point. I was that little girl that hung around the strip, and I let Nikki talk me into a lot of things that I should’ve never done, but he sucks you in with those green eyes and that smile.” Colette stayed silent as I spoke. “I guess what I’m trying to say is just stay away from Nikki or any guy with long hair on the strip for that matter. You’re too pretty to get strung out and have your life ruined by these guys.”

Just like a typical addict, her demeanor instantly changed and the girl that I first met reared back around. She pushed away from me, smoothing out her leather outfit as she rolled her eyes. “You’re a fucking liar.” She sniffed back the remaining tears. “You’re probably some psycho stalker that’s in love with Nikki and you’re just trying to push me away. I love Nikki and he loves me, and I won’t let you or anyone else for that matter get in my way, you stupid bitch!”

Before I had time to reply or react for that matter, her ring clad fist connected with my nose. Searing pain and the sound of bones crunching rang through my brain as I stumbled back. Not giving me the chance to recover, she lurched towards me once again, my red hair balled in her fist as she brought me to the ground. I’m usually scrappy, but the bitch was still high, making her have the strength that she typically would never have. If I didn’t think fast there was a chance that she could cause more damage or even kill me. Before she could send another blow to my face, I brought my knee up, practically stabbing it into her stomach, causing her to fall beside me on the ground. She moaned out in pain, giving me the chance to bring her equal payback...

I never liked fighting, but I could never stop once I started. I would go into another world – blacking everything out as my fist did the damage.

Colette was a bruised, bloody mess by the time Doc arrived, pulling me off her scrawny body. I didn’t even know it was him until his voice finally broke through the fog I was in. Pretty sure I hit him to as I flailed around as he tried to get me under control.

“God dammit, Bryant!” Doc yelled as he threw me onto the couch.

I heard another voice as I crashed back to reality – the site of jet-black hair kneeling beside Colette catching my eye. Nikki carefully picked up the young girl, carrying her bridal style up the staircase to his heroin den.

“She did a number on you, didn’t she?” Doc muttered as he started cleaning my face.

“Fuck you.” I spat as I stormed off the couch. My face was pounding – blood still falling onto my shirt as I walked out the front door. I knew my nose was broken – her rings wreaking havoc on my face with each punch but how fucking dare Nikki tend to her first! I could feel tears welling up as I paced the yard.

“Bryant, you need to get back in the house.” Doc spoke from the stairs.

“Fuck you!” I yelled. “Fuck you! Fuck Nikki! And fuck that stupid fucking cunt, Colette!”

Good thing Nikki didn’t have neighbors or else they would be getting a free show right now.

Doc trudged down the staircase, grabbing my arm off guard, dragging me back into the home Nikki and I once shared. “Sit your ass down.” He firmly placed me into the dining room chair, placing a rag full of ice on the bridge of my nose.

“Fuck me.” I winced as the weight and coldness of the ice balanced on my face.

Doc let out a sigh, “I was going to kick your ass myself for stealing my car, but I’ll give you a break this time.” I rolled my eyes. “Now, you gonna tell me what happened between you two?” 

I glanced up at him, “Isn’t it obvious.”

“It’s obvious you let her get the first punch in.” He smirked. “But I wanna know why it all started?”

“Well, he’s 6’1 and a fucking asshole.”

Doc looked towards the ceiling, “You’re fighting a fucking groupie over Nikki? I thought we got past that point back in 1982?”

“I told her that she doesn’t need to be hanging around a guy like Nikki. She’s too young to be strung out and hanging on the streets of Hollywood trying to get the attention of junky rockstars.”

“Brya-“The sounds of sires caught our attention as the cars pulled behind Nikki’s corvette. I walked closely behind Doc as he walked back to the front door, the officers halfway up the stairs. “Evening officers –“He was sweating. “What seems to be the problem?”

The officer looked over Doc’s shoulder, his eyes connecting with mine. “Got a call about an assault on a young woman.” He placed his hands on his belt. “Are you Bryant Mitchell?”

Doc spoke up first, “Listen officer, this is all just a misunderstanding.”

The officer wasn’t having it, “Doesn’t sound like a misunderstanding, sir.” His hands going for the handcuffs. “Now, are you Bryant Mitchell?”

He let her call the fucking cops on me. “Yes, sir.” My voice low.

The man nodded his head, pushing Doc out of the way as he reached moved behind me, grabbing onto my arms as he placed the cuffs around my wrists. “Bryant Mitchell, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say could be used against you in the court of law…”

[celestialhouses]

Masterpost of my Locked Tomb Thoughts/Theories

This is mainly for me to keep track of general things I've thought of in one place, but it is also somewhere I'm going to dump a lot of my thoughts inspired by this master doc by @transbutchblues . I highly recommend you go and read it as its simply amazing, and I also don't want to take credit for where my train of thought has come from!

I can be very forgetful so this will be very useful for me to keep track of things. I will be updating this regularly as I have ideas, but in no book-chronological order (I will sort that another time).

Everything will be under the cut, general spoiler warning for across The Locked Tomb series.

•In NtN, "A-" is referred to as a "glycerol-6 genius". I know that glycerol is used as a cryoprotective agent for when red blood cells are frozen - it stops ice crystals from sticking to them. This would have been incredibly useful when John started freezing the bodies back on Earth.

•We know Mercymorn worked with Blood of Eden, with the codename "Source Joyeuse". I googled this and its ties to Charlemagne's sword (credit to the master doc). Apparently within the pommel of this sword is part of the "Holy Lance", the lance that pierced Jesus' side when he was on the cross. This makes me wonder if something like the fence post Gideon died on may be used at some point, or something akin to that? Many artefacts of this Holy Lance exist, and it seems one of these helped in a siege called The Siege of Antioch. Where do we know that name? Antioch is the planet where all of the devils are located, as mentioned in Nona the Ninth. Also, there's a little easter egg later in the article, referencing something called the "Tower of Two Sisters". This doesn't seem to lead anywhere in the article, but it definitely reminded me of our Tower Princes.

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A few months pass, Enid has been released from her time in the JPD.

She gets confronted and her mind is messy, since I'm on phone Idk how to edit in the line break so beware for gore!

Or also known, wtf is up with Enid's head

Sharp claws caught Enid, grasping at her and pulling her into nothing… but Enid had to keep moving.

"I really am okay!" Enid laughs before shrugging. "I'm not saying I was okay but who wouldn't be if they went through what I did?"

The shock of Enid pulling her leg out of its socket was too much for Enid, and she kept moving.

"Shifting in such stressful conditions must’ve done something, especially since it would be considered your second time," Divina cautiously mentions. "I don’t want this to come off as me thinking you’re lying…"

Slumped onto Enid’s back, Enid dug onto Enid’s neck with her teeth, and she kept moving.

"-But even if you're okay, will that still continue?"

Enid brought the hilt back before slamming it into Enid's skull with a sickening crunch. Enid kept slamming and slamming until all that was left was a mashed pile. Then, she keeps moving.

"I feel like you’re trying to say something," Enid teased. "But I'm okay, a few screws loose but I'm sane!-" she hears sharp sardonic laughter, jeering and cold. She switches up her words immediately. "Clinically! Doc said so and everything."

With each pierce of a blade, Enid screams. Left to wheeze and bleed out on the floor, Enid dies and then she keeps moving.

Divina lets out a breath. "... I'm not really sure if that's reassuring, if I'm being honest."

Piece by piece, Enid tore Enid apart, laughing as the walls dripped with the remains of her soon to be dead body. When she was satisfied with her work, Enid left Enid on the ground to die, because she needed to keep moving.

"I have the occasional dream but what can you do?" calling them dreams feels wrong but it's the best description for people who couldn’t understand. "Sometimes it feels like they’re trying to give a sign," she hints and it is! It's not its fault that violence was the only way it knew how to talk and the only reply it knew how to give.

Enid hated it months before, but now?

She’s accepted it.

It's in the ground that Enid fought the best fight of her life. It wasn't enough, and so she left Enid’s corpse smeared across the floor as she kept moving.

It's in that cell, months left with practically all the time in word did they come with an understanding. It inched closer and closer until it practically curled up onto her as the days went by. How could she not experience kinship? 

It could be seen as twisted but Enid has long since accepted the warmth of a being similar. Sure she wasn't drowning in the stain of sin but she definitely dips her toes between the lines. 

It was nice to be hugged once again even if it wasn't from Wednesday. 

Enid strapped Enid in a silver cage of sins and grudges, but even that wasn't enough to keep her from moving.

"... Enid." 

The werewolf let out a breath. Looking at her like that wasn't fair.

Even when her blood, flesh, tendons and bones were as much a part of the walls as her captors were, Enid kept moving.

"They hurt me and my body still remembers it like it was yesterday sometimes but-" Enid shakes her head, her fingers curling into a fist. "but… pain fades."

The holy metal burned and blinded until there was nothing of Enid left, and even then, Enid kept moving.

"...okay, if you're sure. But don't forget that you can seek us out, Enid."

Suffering and suffocating in slick flesh and blood; Enid dragged along her broken body with her declawed fingers, back to the place she was meant to be. No matter how agonising it was, no matter how it threatened to drive her insane, Enid kept moving.

It was just pain. It wasn't anything new.

And when she reached her destination, then, and only then, did Enid stop moving.

If they were fine, then so was she.

-

It did not, could not understand.

Its goal was done.

They had risen from its slumber and done its duty. it had achieved its mission, and yet-

"There's more to life than this, outside of this empty walls. "

And yet they dreamed through her eyes.

It dreamed of a warm, vast sky of a colour it had never learned the name for, and of a peace that was not death.

It dreamed the strange dreams she shared and cherished every single one.

[edenwolfie]

For the writer ask - 13, 17, 27, 28, 36!

Hallo and thank you for the ask! I'll stick to my fanfics for answering these :)

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy? I always always struggle with sex scenes, they tend to not take too long, but are then followed by the most god awful amount of editing to try and make it at least vaguely sexy. Local aroace tries their best lol. Otherwise I don't think I struggle quite as much as that with much else?

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why? I think it was probably Madam Yu from my MDZS fic series Just Say Yes. Every scene she was in was a trial for me to get my head around because the series was very much a 'fix-it everything you can' kinda deal, but I also didn't want to drastically change anyone's character, so she was a difficult line to walk. Mostly I avoided this by keeping her out of scenes when I could lol. I remember one or two people wanting a chapter from her POV and just, I would have died of frustration and the fic would have never been finished lol.

27. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why? I have to be honest, writing Xie Lian for Compass has probably been my fave. I feel like I just get him (whether this is true or non lol) and can just go when writing him.

36. They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice…what do you Know? So much random shit; working in a medical setting, working in a school setting, working in a retail/food service setting, illustration (traditional & digital), animation (2D & 3D), sports (springboard diving, soccer, skiing), music (esp. cello, bass guitar, singing, with group orchestra, choir, bands etc), D&D and board games, and cooking/baking. Probably some other stuff I'm forgetting, but oh well! I think only the music, art, and retail/food service topics have wormed their way into my writing thus far, I'm not much for a modern setting, so a lot of that doesn't tend to apply lol.

[from weird questions for writers ask meme]

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text. Well, let's go with Compass cause it's still in my brain, and the extras are still WIPs. So here's some random brain faff (under the cut):

- Hua Cheng scared the shit out of Xu Hao when he came back to town and cornered him like 'who the fuck is the new guy? name? age? occupation? appearance? birthday? tax file number? etc' and Xu Hao is just like, that's just Wujin he's just our lil guy now. i don't know shit. please blink. - Hua Cheng basically spent the month he was gone out of Ghost City after Zhongyuan having the worlds longest panic attack and sculpting the most frantic bunch of statues he could to prove to himself he still remembered how Xie Lian looked. This also stopped him destroying anything because he was Not Allowed to break them. Is why he got himself out of the city, because otherwise a few blocks were gonna go bye bye. - Dianshui remembers in very awful detail how she died but she will not ever fucking share that with anyone. - I already shared this with a commenter but re: the wine Xie Lian gives to Hua Cheng in Ch 4 (the one where he had worked for the winemaker for a while), there's so many bottles in the cellar because the winemaker is now a ghost now and still making the wine so Hua Cheng likes to buy them as the winemaker spoke kindly of Xie Lian. - The section where Xie Lian makes the drinks for Chunchun's ex was called "Evil Ratatouille" in my WIP doc for absolutely no good reason.

[xmcu-fietro]

fanfic asks! as many or as few of these as you'd like to answer, friend!

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👨‍👧‍👧🧠✨

from this ask game

I'm gonna put some of my answers under the cut because it's a long ask!

💖 What do you like most about your own writing?

Honestly, I'm not really sure. I think I sometimes come up with good details (I like the moment in Vilomah when Erik can tell that Peter's died because the smile lines around his eyes go slack), and I also think some of the comedic writing I do is decent, but I'd really love to take more courses on fiction writing because I feel like I have a lot of room to improve!

✏️ Do you write every day? 

Not every day, but I'd like to, ideally. I'd say I open up my fics in google docs almost every night, but I don't always end up writing--sometimes I just brainstorm or research.

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

from Amnesiac (in my WIP list). The context is Agnes and Ralph doing kind of trope-y things (because they're stuck in what I call "TV trope Hex mode") like her making him do a facemask with her because he's bored and can't sleep.

"Hold still—” Agnes scoops some of the clay mask with the small product spatula, spreading some on his cheek. “This is supposed to help with hydration and fine lines.” “I’m plenty hydrated,” Ralph protests, despite clearly enjoying how the mask feels on his face as she adds some more. “Like, I’m ridiculously hydrated. Hydrated beyond belief.” She finishes applying the mixture to his face. “Monster Energy doesn’t count, Ralph.”

👨‍👧‍👧 Do you tell people in real life that you write fic? 

I don't really tell people unless they also write fic, partly just because I'm not sure how to explain "sometimes I don't like the endings of movies and tv shows so I make stuff up" xD I also just like having fic (and tumblr) be this fun thing I get to do as a break from IRL stuff, so I like having it separate

🧠 What’s an idea you have that you can’t quite call a WIP yet?

I've had an idea for a while about Peter post-Westview saving Clint from something and Clint being like "wait, alternate universe Pietro??" and them bonding over family and loss, but I keep forgetting to actually start it [facepalm]

✨ Choose three adjectives to complement your own writing.

uh.... oh man. I have no idea what adjectives to use lol

[ken-f-cker]

more Drive stuff from the book...

Doc is in the hospital and asks driver to call his daughter for him, but she doesn't answer

driver found out doc was in the hospital because he went over and let his cat, Miss Dickinson, in the house

driver also fed her for him

driver shoved pizza ads for everywhere in the area that delivers with their 'free delivery' advertisements all circled under Bernie's door

Bernie begrudgingly admits to himself that it was pretty funny

driver had a recurring dream about a bear as a kid that goes as follows:

He’d be up on the side of the house with his toes on the molding, where the first floor was eight feet or so off the ground since the house was built into a hill, and there’d be a bear under him. The bear would go reaching for him, he’d pull up on a window casing, and after a while, frustrated, the bear would pick a tulip or iris from the bed of them at the base of the house and eat it. Then he’d go back to scrambling for Driver. Finally the bear would pick another tulip, look thoughtful, and offer it to Driver. Driver was always reaching for the tulip when he awoke.

this happened when he was in foster care with the Smith family so between ages 14 and 16 I believe

at that age he made one of his only friends, another kid named Herb Danziger who worked on cars and raced them, and let Driver try it too, and that's how he started finding out he could Drive™

he also broke a bully's thumb for saying he 'shouldn't hang out with Jews' regarding Herb

his 'only other' friend was a guy named Jorge

Driver was astonished at someone like Jorge, who seemed so effortlessly good at everything. Played guitar and accordion in a local conjunto and wrote his own songs, drove competitively, was an honor student, sang solos in the church choir, worked with troubled juveniles at a shelter.

if ever driver had a crush on someone. I'm just saying. Anyway

he hangs around with Jorge and his family a lot and that's part of why he loves Mexican food so much now is from spending so much time being fed by Jorge's family

he also learned about guns spending time with the men in Jorge's family, learning to respect them, disassemble and clean them, etc, and also picked up some fighting skills with them too before he learned more from other stuntmen on sets later

driver kills Nino when he goes to get his morning paper; he shoots him between the eyes after exchanging a few words about how people should keep promises and Nino is dismissive of him

he leaves a large pepperoni and extra cheese pizza on his chest

okay sike he never gave the money back so idfk what that line earlier was about? Anyway

he brings Miss Dickinson in a cat carrier and leaves her and the bag of money at his foster parents', the Smiths, door, with a note:

Her name is Miss Dickinson. I can’t say she belonged to a friend of mine who just died, since cats don’t belong to anyone, but the two of them walked the same hard path, side by side, for a long time. She deserves to spend the last years of her life in some security. So do you. Please take care of Miss Dickinson, just as you did me, and please accept this money in the spirit it’s offered. I always felt bad about taking your car when I left. Never doubt that I appreciate what you did for me.

in a chapter thinking back on his mother, he thinks about how she was never 'quite right' and did things like weird food combos, she was really forgetful, would catch flies for the spider that lived in the bathroom, 'For a time she’d been obsessed by insects. Whenever she found one crawling, she’d cover it with a water glass and leave it to die.'

he thinks again about how she killed his father in front of him but this time remembers her apologizing, which he hasn't remembered before? and them briefly talking about 'what will happen to you?' 'nothing that hasn't already'

he doesn't understand why she killed him, and doesn't think he ever will

Bernie calls him. confirms Nino is dead but that driver didn't kill his family, and says they should meet for drinks and dinner after. they arrange to meet at a polish place at 7

in the meantime he calls his scriptwriting friend (Manny Gilden, if I haven't named him already) and they walk by the sea for a while chatting and talking about how when driver first came to LA he'd been anxious but woke up one morning completely at peace

“Back when we first met,” Driver said, “and I was just a kid—” “Looked in a mirror lately? You’re still just a fuckin’ kid.”

driver should be like. 21 max so yeah

Manny says he'd told driver about a script where he wrote about Don Quixote and Borges, and Borges is writing about 'that great sense of adventure', about the Don Quixotes of the world, and driver says he finally understands that he's Borges

I have frankly no clue what that means if anyone has any insight. Anyway.

they walk back to mannys car

“You’ve got a Porsche?” Driver said. Christ, he didn’t even think Manny drove. Way he lived, way he dressed. Asking if Driver could take him to New York.

earlier driver mentioned that Manny has 'tried' to go to New York and he wonders if he made it or chickened out like the last dozen times and I'm wondering if this is just yet another man that wants driver carnally. ANYWAY

[cybermoonmoon]

I am on the wrong fucking planet timestream and tax bracket. ...and so are the other Eight Billions of us. I need to write this. Hints of circling the drain. The upside of being near my primary care doc and his clinic...two blocks and the drug store...one block. Is that now I know what's going on with me. The downside is that now I know what's going on with me.

Let's see, ...cardiac stuff cataracts extreme diabetes did I mention danger of kidney failure. The latter is where my major symptoms come from. I'm always dizzy balance shot hell. I'm good for a quarter of the day...sleeping or nuts the rest of the time.

Bottom line Serious Shit.

Did I mention they want to cut off my food again...I'm called for an interview. Com’on I’m 73 and don’t eat that much. They're pissed I haven't died yet and will probably ask me to hurry up. I'm doing the best I can.

There I said it and I'm glad.

We're entitled to freak out and do pity party tangos now and then. It keeps us laughing. I told them nice folks I'm refusing dialysis. Also if cancer they can forget chopping me up. I’ve seen both floorshows at close quarters...front row center. This for family and friends...no thanks.

In both cases I'll have pain management please. In da kidney case I hear there isn't one so that adds to the fun. Otherwise, I'm swell.

[sesshy380]

Well, I went and played a game for a bit to try and get brain less hyperfixated on the angst, but it just won't leave me. I don't want to flesh anything out right now, but damn do I want to share it. So I'm going to copy/paste from my bunny doc and let you do whatever with it. (lots of little notes to self like this sprinkled throughout)

Below the cut and cw for death (because I gotta make this man BLEED)

AE according to canon, except Bakura has a companion, Kat (no idea the backstory of how these two ended up together).

After some passionate lovemaking in a small desert oasis, Kat and Bakura get into a fight (apparently he won’t let her say the words ‘I love you’?). Kat takes off into the desert. Bakura doesn’t go after her thinking she’ll come back on her own. Come morning she still isn’t back so he gets on his horse and follows her tracks. After about an hour(?) her tracks meet up with the tracks of what appears to be a caravan of sorts. He feels it’s better this way and takes off for Kul Elna.

About a month later(?) Bakura spots a wealthy merchant caravan encampment and decides to do some scouting. He comes across Kat who is tied up (apparently the merchant took a liking to her and wanted her as part of his harem, but she was a bit too feisty so she’s still in the process of being ‘tamed’?). Bakura frees her and the two take off together. Kat promises that she’ll never leave him again.

A year(?) later and Bakura is beside Kat with their newborn daughter who they give a name that means ‘Change of Heart’ (no idea what the actual name is, but the daughter is a girl Ryou for some reason). Bakura is the happiest he’s ever been. Also, they live in Kul Elna with all the ghosts.

(super angsty part that makes me cry next)

It’s a few years later and Bakura comes back from one of his little tomb raiding ventures (he’s often gone for a few days at a time) and discovers Kat isn’t feeling well. She tries to assure him it’s something that will pass with some rest. She doesn’t get better. He’s by her side at the end. She tells him she loves him (he allows it). He says he loves her too, but he knows it’s too late. He holds her and cries for the first time since the massacre. He screams that she promised she’d never leave again. Little Ryou comes in, still too young to fully understand what’s going on, and Bakura embraces her tightly and promises he won’t let anyone or anything take her from him and tells her he loves her to never forget it.

Fast forward to Ryou being 16(?), and Bakura has a business in the city (no idea what he does, but he’s doing well for himself). Bakura moved there with Ryou to give her a better life and so that if she ever got sick there would be someone that could help treat it (Bakura became very overprotective of Ryou).

Aladdin moment happens. Ryou encounters a young man trying to hide from the guards and helps him hide. It is later revealed that it is the young prince (Atem and Mana apparently got together and now there is an AE Yugi as the prince). Ryou and Yugi (Heba?) keep meeting in secret. Bakura finds out and is furious (‘Haven’t I told you to never trust those royal assholes?!’) (he still hasn’t told Ryou about Kul Elna). Ryou is frightened. She’s never seen her father this upset, and he’s never yelled at her before. She runs away and somehow she ends up staying at the palace. Bakura’s quest for vengeance against the monarchy is renewed.

(that’s all I got) (looked up to find something that might be able to translate to ‘Change of Heart’) (found that the scarab beetle symbol, called Khepera, was a symbol for change) (maybe they called her Khepera, but Bakura changes her name to something else after Kat dies? Maybe to Iah?)

I must love putting TKB into angsty situations a bit too much, because I had one of those vivid dreams that even though I don't remember all of the details, I remember a lot of the important basics and it won't leave me.

It would make a great heartshipping story too (you read that right).

[yanderes-galore]

for scp, are we allowed to rp the docs? cause if so, can i ask for yam dr. bright? maybe the darling is someone whos got no connection to the scp foundation, yet he somehow found ‘em?

Dr Bright is an exception because he's an SCP himself/hj

Concept as not specified.

Yandere! Dr. Bright with Darling not part of the SCP foundation

Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Mentioned death, Selfish behavior, Forced relationship.

- You being found by Bright while not being part of the SCP Foundation would be rare but not impossible.

- The Doctor himself is essentially an anomaly ever since he got in contact with SCP-963.

- He can make infinite clones of his consciousness by just having people touch the amulet he has.

- I theorize Bright collects knowledge somewhat through these clones if they have the amulet to make this concept work even if it's not canon.

- As Doctor Bright is... himself, a clone might have gotten out of the foundation somehow.

- The foundation is quick to hunt it down as breaches can happen, but not before Bright finds you.

- Bright has some issues with growing attached to others due to his immortality.

- Yet when he meets you he forgets that for just a moment.

- He forgot just how wonderful outside the foundation is.

- It's only like this because of what they do, but Bright does miss it just a bit.

- It's a pain to him when he realizes this clone will be disposed of just like the others once they find him.

- He won't have much of a chance to see you again if he dies here.

- This leads to Bright becoming your friend along with being on the run from the foundation.

- He goes by a fake name, changes his appearance, etc.

- The reason all his clones will remember you is because the one that met you had the amulet on them.

- You are completely clueless that this new friend of yours is actually some anomaly who is on the run from a secret foundation keeping Earth safe.

- Bright also hides the amulet from you, too.

- You never know just who will be a spy for the foundation....

- It's not like he's malicious or anything, either!

- He's still getting work done at the foundation through one clone, while this one is staying by you!

- Jack Bright hates how the foundation demonizes him and his family....

- He doesn't plan on using his immortality for anything evil!

- Except for... the little experiments he does with SCPs but-

- Those are just for fun!

- Bright may develop his obsession with you when his runaway clone hangs out with you.

- Yet it may intensify if he is eventually killed.

- The amulet is safely recovered and given to a new host once all others hosts are gone.

- Bright still has the memory of you which makes him think of you a lot.

- You may have no connection to the foundation... but Bright is high enough in power to try and manipulate you into the foundation.

- He misses you... while you two may not be in the outside world, you can stay here.

- Bright will make sure you're brought in as a D-Class, witness to an anomaly, or an anomaly yourself with some convincing of higher-ups.

- Then he'll place you under his care with a smile.

- He calls you in to meet him, standing in front of you in his new host and lab coat.

- A strangely familiar grin is on his face when he looks at you.

- "Nice to see you again, (Y/N)! We've met before, I'm known as Dr. Bright here, but you may know me as [Fake Name]."

- Wrapping your head around Bright's existence is a difficult task for you.

- Then again the existence of this foundation is hard to comprehend, too.

- What may scare you the most is why you were brought here.

- You were brought here because the friend you met, Dr. Bright, couldn't bear to go back here without you.

- With no consideration for you, Bright drags you into this hell for personal feelings.

- If you never met him you wouldn't be here.

- However, he promises no harm will come to you as long as he's here!

- Dr. Bright will be here for a long time, too.

- "Trust me, the foundation can be fun once you get used to it! Plus, I'm here! I'll be sure all your needs are met just as long as you don't leave me here alone. You'll do that for me, won't you?"

[eolewyn1010]

We hear from Mina! Mina, my beloved! They're on the train to Exeter and Jonathan takes a nap while Mina reflects on all the stuff that has been going down. She tells us of yet another burial, Mr. Hawkins' in this case, how cheerful. After that, the two of them went on a walk. For reasons I can't quite grasp, Mina thinks it improper that Jonathan is holding her arm on a walk? Uhm, why? Isn't that a pretty common behavior among married couples even for the time or am I thinking of the wrong thing? "the way he used to in old days before I went to school" concerns me more; sure hope she means as a teacher, not as a pupil... The queer dreams stumble in belatedly when Mina takes the opportunity to eye a beautiful girl for a while - but the universe begrudges her the little joy because Jonathan near about gets a heart attack on the spot. Jealous? Nah. Only Mina shares her taste in women with Dracula, as we already tragically know. And as Dracula is staring at the same girl Mina is admiring, Jonathan has recognized his torturer despite the rejuvenation cure and has an understandable PTSD lapse. Stoker won't take my sympathy, so he has to cram some weird racist phrenology bs down my throat. Mina informs us that "his face was not a good face; it was hard, and cruel, and sensual"... sensual is a bad thing now? Right, sexual predator Eastern European foreigner. Onward.

Our panicking Victorian himbo tells Mina that this is Dracula, but the latter goes off to have a sip of the aforementioned pretty girl and Mina takes Jonathan the other way so he can calm down, take a nap, and regain his good mood as he simply forgets about the encounter. Human memory is a strange thing when it meets with trauma. Mina worries about him and, on the train, contemplates opening Jonathan's diary that she has sworn her heart and marriage on to never open. That can't be good for the sacred vows. But Mina is, for now, busy with grief anyway as she finally learns upon reaching her destination that Lucy and Mrs. Westenra have died. She learns it via a wire by van Helsing, whom she doesn't even know. Man, this is a horrible way to hear your best friend died while you were abroad.

Jack is depressive, too; funerals are done (and if I didn't misunderstand van Helsing's weird phrasing too much, the clergymen couldn't keep their eyes off of Lucy during the ceremony). Arthur has left, together with Quincey Morris (whom Stoker uses as an example on what fine men America breeds - I'll abstain from a comment), leaving our poor Doc behind to uphold this corner of the polycule all by himself. Van Helsing is gonna return to Amsterdam for yet more preparations; we all know how smoothly things go in his absence. At least he had a good laugh after the funeral. Arthur said in his lament that he felt Very Married In The Eyes Of God to Lucy after all because he gave her his blood. Van Helsing finds this hilarious because it would mean that he, Quincey, and Jack were also married to Lucy. And that's just ridiculous. I'll keep calling them the polycule though; it is a strange approach of Stoker to call this notion out as idiocy in-universe when he has done his very best to drive home the point of "vampiric blood sucking = sexually predatory behavior". So, is van Helsing just plain wrong about this, or is Stoker trying to clean up the poly and queer tones so his protagonists stay respectable?

Also, this bit: "[van Helsing] laughed and cried together, just as a woman does. I tried to be stern with him, as one is to a woman under the circumstances; but it had no effect. Men and women are so different in manifestations of nervous strength or weakness!"? Now of all times, Jack the uber emo gets sexist about men showing strong emotions? Onward again!

A convoluted metaphor is delivered by van Helsing and- he's married?? To a woman whose "wits are all gone"?? He had a son who died who would be about Arthur's age now?? I just. Whut. No wonder he was so eager to hang onto the polycule, oh my God. He's lost his whole family! I can't get over that, even while van Helsing himself makes fun of the idea of polygamy. Personally, I think Lucy would have liked that notion a lot; she certainly would have made a corner of her heart and home free to include him alongside her other three men. Jack is not too thrilled with van Helsing's humor, but is sufficiently appeased by his explanation that he just has to take the chance to laugh when he won't get much reason to for a long time. Farewell is said, ways are separated, and Jack remains alone and dreary. He closes out on the note that he's done with romance for his life, and will not continue this particular diary as it was about Lucy. Also, because his coping mechanism is being a workaholic. Good luck with that, my dude!

[pettyprocrastination]

A difference in Career

Pairing: Francisco Morales x Scientist!reader (pacific rim au) 

Summary: the legendary jaeger pilot Francisco Morales, finds himself back on base for the first time in 14 years. He meets a new face while trying to avoid a familiar one. 

word count: 552. this is a baby done for fun. 

Note: I had the pacific rim au idea like...a year ago and then I rewatched the movie twice last night, cried, and wrote this for funzies. Very short and just written for fun. Enjoy! Let me know if this is a concept you’d like to see more of. I've written out how each TF character plays into the concept and would even possibly have a relationship. 

tagging @madhyanas​ because she hasn’t seen this movie yet and we should all bully her until she does. Also tagging @pedrostories​ because im shit at tagging you in things i keep forgetting im sorry love lmao. 

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“Does it bother you to see them like this?” 

A heart valve of a kaiju fought and killed in Tokyo six weeks ago, sat suspended in a murky yellow fluid. He didn’t turn away from it as you spoke, content to sit there and watch it move. Pulsing and thrusting liquid through it as if still inside of a body. 

“To see them like what?” “Fragmented.”

He pulled himself away from the tank, you stood next to him, peering out of the corner of your eye at the pilot. 

When Francisco arrived at the base, you were one of the first people he saw. A manic little scientist who moved through the base like a hurricane. A flurry of files and mumbles, usually toting some cart of kaiju entrails behind you. 

Most people parted when they saw jaeger pilots. They would stand and stare as he walked past with hushed whispers of “he came” “hasn’t stepped foot in one since his wife died” “what about the commander-” like he couldn’t hear them. They looked at him like a hero. A god. 

You looked at him the same way you looked at a kaiju. 

Like you wanted to pick him apart. Cut him open and figure out just what makes him tick. 

“I’ve seen my share of kaiju guts, this doesn’t bother me.” It’s true. Years upon years upon years of piloting. Of fighting. Of killing had steeled his stomach to the gore of these monsters. The first time he sliced one open he was 24 years old, barely enough stubble on his face to shave in the morning. 

He ended up having to clean the vomit out of his helmet when he saw it’s stomach split open, as if he wasn’t the one who did it. 

“But it’s different, isn’t it?” It was. 

Seeing a monster sliced open from a 60 foot sword in the middle of the Atlantic ocean wasn’t the same as seeing it plucked apart and examined like a dissected frog. To be studied and learned from instead of killed with zero mercy. 

“You know, you're the first pilot to come down to my lab.”

“I am?”

You hummed. “Nobody ever comes down here.” 

The lab was grimy. Coated in a layer of sweat and slick that never left no matter how much you scrubbed at it. All it managed to do was leave a lingering stench of disinfectant that was so strong it burned the nose of anybody who came in. 

“I can guess why.” 

You smiled at him, bathed in the dingy neon lights that danced across the walls from each tank, illuminating your face in a bouquet of pale yellows and vivid blues. Lips curls and teeth bared, for a moment he feels like he’s staring at one of them. 

A voice he hadn’t heard in person for years cracked over the intercom. “All jaeger pilots meet in the main training hall immediately.” A voice he heard on news reports and press metals that spoke of the pride in the jaeger program and memorializing all those who died. 

A voice he last heard calling him a pathetic coward for leaving. 

“It was nice speaking to you, Mr. Morales.” He dipped his head with a small mumble of “Nice seeing you doc.” before turning on his heel.