#i ate her neuron flies

[afanonfan]

[coffeestripes]

Remember to teach your oblivious friends to not eat Moon neuron flies

I was playing with some friends Rain World, and decided to bring a new person to our unstable (due my internet issues) duo. We were on shoreline and the explosive scav (arti) guided us to Moon. When we reached her can, our yellow friend inmediatly picked up a neuron fly and ate it as we watched in horror. Gladly I never stole any of Moon neurons, not even for the archivement (yet), however, my scav friend clearly did and was having a worse time than me.

[nemofil]

looked it up. they're called neuron flies. if i ate all of them i certainly would've killed her.

this is so fukcing sad i'm this close to restarting my game nooo

playing rain world!!! i'm up to cycle 3 and i see a cute yellow flower

[targaros]

Are you aware how few neurons moon has? Speaking of, they haven't posted in a while. Maybe something ate her flies. Is she dead? Oh dear... maybe that's why slugcats kept coming to steal your neuron flies...

Yes, I am aware. Five, if some creature didn't eat them. They have recently responded to many messages; they aren't dead, and they also said they simply had problems with their Communication Arrays.

[piscesbarnes]

Because of You [6] → Bucky Barnes AU

pairing: eventual bucky x reader

warnings: torture, violence

prompt: he remembers you. you remember hydra.

Bucky couldn’t get your face out of his head. Your voice, it was softer than when he previously had seen you. You were a completely different person. There was no way you were the same person. Why? He left you; years ago, you had died. He watched you die. He checked your pulse on the night he killed you. He remembered the look of betrayal and love in your open but dead eyes.

The guilt ate him alive. He was so sure it was you, however you were different. You had the same body, same face; but you were different all around.

It was almost half a decade ago that you’d been with him last. You’d fallen in love with him- the Winter Soldier. Of course, you were human at the time, unaware of his capabilities. You hadn’t any idea of his background, but you knew he came from a troubled place. At least that’s what he told you.

Bucky remembered the moment he set eyes on you. He knew you were perfect. Perfect in a sense that meant you could harbor him until the time came. You’d jumped into a relationship with him shortly after meeting him. He observed you for weeks prior to meeting you; you were well-reserved, only leaving the house to check your mail. He somehow convinced you to let him stay with you, rocketing your relationship into the next level. Surely, you were somewhat close to him. He knew all of your secrets, insecurities, and frustrations while you were aware of lies. The Winter Soldier made up everything when you were with him. He watched you blatantly fall in love with him. And it wasn’t the lies that you let yourself get attached to. There was some realness in him. Like when he’d hold you while you cried. Even through his darker, thicker side, he felt some sort of soft spot for you. That’s when he became the death of you.

Towards the end of the mission, he had established that through your one year relationship, a month of it felt real to him. You made him feel things. You brought him back to life. And that came with the overwhelming feeling of fear. Fear of you finding out, HYDRA killing you themselves, just not having you love him anymore.

The way Bucky remembered it... It was like you had a superpower without even realizing. You were the cause of his surpressed feelings resurfacing. You revived Bucky and let Bucky push the soldier away.

The Winter Soldier was the death of you. Quite literally. HYDRA reprogrammed him once more. Any adoration he felt, soon caused him to associate that feeling with panic and pain. So when you smiled at him, his heart thumped a little harder than it should have. It wasn’t until the celebration of your one year anniversary that the feelings were washed away and replaced with a malevolent exterior.

Bucky remembered the way your voice sounded, the fear that surfaced when he stalked towards you with dark, brooding eyes that only meant trouble. He remembered how you cried out his name in confusion when he wrapped his hands around your throat. He remembered how you tried to defend yourself, breaking out of his hold. It killed you inside to see this nature of him, but it hurt him even more. Everything that was buried underneath these layers of abuse and torture had finally seeped through, for you. And it was out of his control at this point, he was hurting you with his body. Bucky was trapped in his own body.

Bucky cried. He mourned your death, crying for you, even though he was the one to kill you. He watched the color drain from your skin, the brights of your eyes turn dull. The saddest part was he was the only one to mourn you because he had to hide your body, not that anybody would look for you. You died at the hands of someone you truly loved.

His eyes were teared up, remembering the passionate person you used to be. Sure, you were a little moody, but he endured it because even if he didn’t love you the way you loved him, you made the same impact as he did you. You were why he snapped out of his trance. It took your life to save his.

With the help and assurance of Wanda, Bruce and Dr. Cho managed to hook you up to a machine. You had a few rubber suction cups on your face to track your nerves and its reactions.

“We just need you to roam through (Y/N)’s head. Find out all you can.” Tony ordered to Wanda. You stared straight ahead in a trance.

“Are you sure this will be safe?” Wanda questioned again.

“You sure managed to convince them it would be, why are you now doubting it?” Tony answered with a question. Wanda bit the inside of her cheek, unsure of the question herself. She nodded to herself, saunting towards your body. Wanda stared at your state. You weren’t exactly conscious; your eyes were open, but you weren’t responsive. It made the process less painful.

The sorceress lifted her hand, twiddling her fingers as she closed her eyes, diving deep into your mind. You grunted, blinking as your body’s initial reaction was to reject her. You body tensed as Wanda fought for control over you. Tony grew concered, stepping forward with how much you were fighting back. It was then that your fighting ceased, your breathing leveling out as you relaxed in the chair.

The whip crackled against your skin, a yelp escaping your lips as you tried to stay still. You clenched your jaw tightly, trying to fight the pain the coursed your entire body.

“You will no longer fight our discipline Little Angel!” the foreign man’s accent rang clear as day as he expressed his anger. Another lash of the whip seared your back, emitting no noise from you this time as you clamped your eyes shut. “You will comply to our orders, do you hear me? You will be the one to give life back to our dead soldiers. You will be HYDRA’s greatest weapon.”

Wanda could physically feel the blood leaking out of your wounds. She could feel the pain of the mad scientist pouring salt into your wounds before patching you up. She could feel your urge, the need of you wanting to cry. To scream. But you didn’t.

Another part of your mind she found herself in was your years with Nick Fury. A younger you, naive, innocent.

You were crying. Something she hadn’t expected to see. Your heart was hurting, you held an agent in your arms as you shed your feelings of guilt and grief for her. She was a friend of yours, having been killed in an ambush. Flames engulfed around you, but it was the least of your worries. You wanted to grieve her for a little longer, but the booming sound of Director Fury’s voice caused you to look up.

“Angel!” he looked angry, his eyebrows furrowed in a way you hadn’t seen before. Nick tugged on your arm and you cried even more, shaking your head as you tried cupping the lifeless body to your chest. He managed to yank you away, forcing you to the quinjet that was waiting for you.

You looked out the window, hoping it’d be a dream. The place you’d been so comfortable in, the place you lived in when Nick took you in, was now completely on fire. You hadn’t even been a yard away until the building exploded, destroying any hopes of rebuilding it.

Nick Fury knelt in front of you, forcing your chin to look at him. A look of disappointment flashed in his eyes. You almost died twice.

“You need to do something about those emotions of yours.” Nick told you, scolding you.

“I don’t- I don’t understand,” you sniffled even more. He really was about to make you feel bad for having feelings? “I don’t know how to do that.”

“Well you need to get them in check.” his voice grew louder, your body tensing up. “People die in this business. They know it when they sign the contract. If you’re gonna cry over every passed agent, we don’t need you.” your heart was torn from your chest and stomped on. This was the man whom you’d looked up to for so long, the man who made you feel accepted even when you felt like an outsider. “Feelings are the worst weakness to have. I promise you, the minute they see you having a soft spot for the people by your side on the field, your team will drop the floor like flies. So, fix it Angel.” he demanded harshly before stalking away.

The next part of your mind boggled Wanda’s brain. You were staring at Bucky, trying to figure him out. He was in orange and blue attire, the team colors of the Mets. He was aware of your eyes on him, but maybe decided not to pay attention. Suddenly the side of his face... changed. Transitioned to another time, another place. But he was in the same position, only his hair was a little shorter. It was him under the moonlit sky. And then, she was back in the present. The feelings she felt radiating off of you when you were with Bucky in another time, it was easily the most vibrant feeling she’d felt from you.

The final memory was like a trigger. It was exactly a trigger.

“Good. Lightning. Six. Identity. Eleven. Blue. James. Reborn.”

It wasn’t until you twitched in the chair that Tony went to reach for Wanda. Bruce retaliated, keeping Tony’s arms down.

“If you rip Wanda from Angel’s mind, it’ll hurt. Who knows what damage it could cause to the both of them.“ it made sense. Don’t interrupt a bear’s sleep.

You began panting heavily, slowly regaining full consciousness. You were successfully pushing Wanda out of the depths of your head. Your eye twitched as you gripped the arm of the chair uncomfortably. An excruciating pain spread like wildfire, Wanda still being partly in your head, shrieking at the feeling. Your neuron waves were going berserk.

You pushed Wanda out of your head completely. Tony, Bruce, and Dr. Cho could physically make out the vibrant red aura that exited your body and back into Wanda. You were fully conscious at this point, ripping your arms free from the leather cuffs that held your wrists down. You ripped the suction cups from your forehead, tossing them carelessly.

“Woah, Angel, hey, it’s okay.” Tony put his arms up as he walked toward you as you began to scream.

“Angel’s back Tony,” Wanda panted. She knew what she felt. Your back. Tony tried to grab you, but you shoved him with the palms of your hands, using your strength. An opaque aura surrounded you, enveloping you as tears streamed down your face. Bruce stood to calm you, but Dr. Cho held him back.

Feelings are the worst weakness to have. You tried sucking it up, quieting your sobs as you wiped away your tears as best as you could. They would only be replaced with a fresh set.

“Intermission!” Wanda strongly spoke after she regained enough strength to stand. You froze, the sound of your teary hiccups replacing the sound of your crying and screaming.

Bruce reached out and touched your shoulder. You tensed up, but realized who it was. You were unusually quiet for someone who just had a breakdown. You just didn’t have anymore energy. Bruce mentioned Dr. Cho that there was blood seeping through your shirt. Your eyes never left Wanda’s as they pulled you to the medical table. She now knew everything about you. Well, only the parts you knew.

Dr. Cho sedated you, your eyes falling shut as she flipped you over to your stomach. She used a pair of scissors to remove your blood-filled shirt. Your scars had opened and she wanted to make sure it wouldn’t happen again.

“What happened?” Bruce panted, in the blue of what all went down in her head.

“Angel heard their trigger words. The ones HYDRA tried to use to make them their weapon.” her voice dripped lowly. She longed for you to be happy, to want to feel that.

“And what was it that would consider (Y/N) to be a weapon?”

“The giver and taker of life.” Wanda sniffled, reminiscing in all of the emotions felt in your head. “They wanted Angel to be their new army.”

“Wait, I thought they didn’t comply to HYDRA? How could the trigger words affect them?” Bruce furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. He was well aware that HYDRA was going to ship you to Russia for intermediate discipline.

“They weren’t. HYDRA conditioned Angel to feel pain every time the words were said. As soon as they noticed progress was happening, they wanted to move.” Bruce didn’t have any further questions about you. Only catering to Wanda’s vitals and wounds, if any.

Wanda wasn’t stupid or forgetful. She was still caught on why your trigger words would involve James. James as in Bucky. She knew you knew him too. Why were you and Bucky connected?

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